Pairing: ot7 x gn!reader (a drabble for each member)
Word Count: 3430
Warnings: no warnings needed! this is basically just feel good u.u
Rating: pg
Genre: fluff fluff fluff
Summary: a small collection of moments in the domestic bliss you and him held.
AN:dropping this here for no reason other than to say yes I am alive strong power thank you
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playfights are something that you always have to be on watch for withseokjin, with how mischievous he is. and at this moment, washing your dog, you are ever more on guard. or maybe not, because while you continue on lathering your dog’s dirty fur, you suddenly feel a blob of something wet on your head. your hair, to be specific. you can feel the soap slide down like a boat would fall down a waterfall, you flash a glare at seokjin, who’s suddenly looking all too nervous, eyes blinking fast, but the smile on his lips giving him away as the guilty apprehender. ‘it was the dog!’ he cries out, and you almost lunge at him- while he jumps away from you.
'seokjin! get back here!’
'i’m innocent!'
'no you’re not, that was the worst excuse i’ve ever heard!'
you both end up running around the garden, soap trailing behind your figures and bubbles behind you, laughter ringing out in the air as you try, again and again, to catch him. it’s almost infuriating how your lover uses his longer legs to keep a healthy distance between the two of you. when you finally corner him, you’re both out of breath, and the water has made your clothes cling on too tight to your bodies, but you haven’t grinned or smiled or laughed as hard in a while, and the mirroring look on your lover’s face makes you think it’s worth it.
'it was an accident,’ he insists. 'the dog threw it, not me.’
you can’t even refute the ridiculousness of that statement. oh wait. you can. 'jin, the dog doesn’t even know how to throw the soap! and definitely not on my hair!’
a look of pure incredulity shows on his face, pout appearing and eyes blinking fast as if it will help give him credibility, the dork. 'well, that’s what it wants you to think.’ he concurs with a mockingly offended, quite overly dramatic tone, complete with a vivid shaking of the head. 'but i saw differently!’
'don’t you believe your husband?’
you burst out laughing, all over again, for some reason you can’t even explain, your heart sosososo full of love. 'god, why am i even in love with you?’
(the two of you do clean up the garden afterwards though, the plants and furniture drowned while you weren’t looking- not to mention you have to give the dog a bath all over again, as it rolled around in the dirt while the two of you were busy playing tag.
seokjin, for his part, is completely unrepentant. you should be stricter, but…
well. at least he made you cookies afterwards.)
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it’s an hour after three when yoongi comes home, tired, drowsy figure almost collapsing on the sofa as he yawns. he almost falls asleep when you flick the lights back on, watching with no small amount of glee and (some) frustration as the man startles, almost falling off said furniture.
'you really have got to stop staying up until it’s almost daytime,’ you chide him, walking over to tug him up and off of the sofa, sighing as you card fingers through his matted locks. he looks up at you with the poutiest expression ever, and you steel yourself to not give in with the sheer amount of cute that has congregated to make the person named min yoongi in your arms. instead you amble with him up the stairs, the two of you making for a pair of sleepy, exhausted lovebirds. you’ll have to put in first floor bedrooms when you look for a house together, this happens one too many times already.
when you reach your shared bedroom, you push him into the shower, the water already heated up, while you take out a pair of pajamas.
drying his hair, when the both of you are prone to nodding off, is a herculean chore. still, it’s not as if you’re okay with wet hair on your pillow, and you know that’s an easy way to get sick the next day for him. 'you were in your studio again, weren’t you?’ you grumble, although you’re pretty sure he’s fallen asleep already and you’re talking to no one. yoongi, for all that he is there to take care of others, is surprisingly receptive to affection when left without a choice. 'i had to,’ he surprisingly says, stubborn, but with a sigh, his tone quiet but firm. 'inspiration struck’. and you can’t even argue against that, knowing full well how a muse is to her artist. so instead you settle for drawing him close, close, close, muttering softly.
'maybe i should ask if they can add a bedroom to the studio.’ you feel him smile against your skin, voice close enough to murmur in your ears.
'you know i’ll only ever get to really sleep when i’m beside you.'
you scoff. 'you and i both know that’s not true.’
warmth against your skin, an arm over yours, and a leg intertwined, soft hair tickling your cheeks, and you feel as if you could head off as it is, but no. he has the audacity to speak up again.
'you are my most melodious lullaby, the sweetest good morning, the link between my dreams and reality. if you aren’t there when i sleep and when i awake, then how do i know you aren’t just something i’ve been dreaming for? that you’re actually real, and right beside me?’ he presses a kiss against your skin, and, god, that smooth ass jerk, you refuse to look at him at all.
(you both wake up late that morning, and you find you can’t complain in the end anyway. even though he always ends up staying up far too late, at least, you know this, you and him will always be each other’s first view in the morning.
not a dream, indeed.)
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'come on, love, dance with me!’ you grin widely as you surprise hoseok, holding his hand captive in yours, the feather duster falling from his hands as you slide in front of him, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheeks.
he splutters, 'i thought we were supposed to be cleaning,’ he raises an eyebrow at you, but you only nuzzle your nose against his, clutching onto him with a pout. there is a standoff with the two of you ending up staring at each other with all the fondness you can feel inside you, one that you end up winning when he places a kiss on the crown of your head.
'dusting can wait,’ you insist. 'we’re both already filthy anyway!’ he feels the laughter bubble up inside him, the helplessly fond smile he has reserved for you and you only showing. but you’re not lying, the attic room has been a mess the whole day and one afternoon will not transform it instantly. which is why, rather, standing in the middle of the not-so-crowded-anymore room, the sunlight beaming down from the window and the radio playing out an old love song, you find yourself more inclined to drop what you’re supposed to be doing, in favor of spending a few minutes to indulge.
'your parents will get angry,’ he points out, and you hum as you place your hand with his, his arm settling across your waist. this is far from what he normally dances, sharp moves and fluid spins becoming slow and sweet, the usual awe-inducing performance making way for intimacy in that private way, where the two of you are in your own world, closed off from the others. in this moment, you think that’s not that far off from the truth.
'they won’t mind,’ you shake your head. 'and we can just take a bath afterwards.’ he leads you in a sort of glide, across the room, the melody turning and twirling you around, heart beating in both of your chests in a steady, steady rate, each in time with the music. and when he ends the dance, you in his arms, both of you slightly breathless, staring into each other’s eyes, you find yourself wondering not for the first time if your lover is not warmth itself reincarnated, for how else can you explain away the feeling of being awash in sunlight, not a single part of you left untouched?
(what was supposed to take only a few days turns into a week and then some, but you can’t feel regret for a single moment as the attic becomes filled up with memories you already cherish, a secret hideaway for the two of you.)
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’namjoon, come sit down on the grass with me,’ you call out, pout on your face as you beckon your lover to come on over. han river remains sparkling no matter whether daytime or nighttime, the waters reflecting the city’s beauty, and you are not the only admirer. still, there is something to be said about the way your lover looks as he falls into his thoughts. the two of you made plans to have a picnic here in the park, as the setting sun made itself known across the sky, but it’s less of a romantic escapade than it is a moment of peace, a brief respite in your hectic lives.
'we should have brought a blanket,’ he finally says, but you interlace your hand with his, your fingers with his own, tugging him down. he easily complies for all that he complains, and you don’t think even he can deny how the grass feels under you. staring up at the dimming sky, blue and red bleeding into gold and purple, the stars beginning to peek through the curtains of night, you find yourself drifting away, the lull of the city dragging you to rest.
'what do you think of the multi-universe theory?’ you hear him ask. namjoon is looking up at the sky, and there is a familiar expression on his face that tells you he is thinking about the secrets of the universe yet again, of the human nature and how each and everyone is connected. it’s when he looks a little dazed, eyes focused on something beyond, a wistful tone in his voice, and he falls quiet, but when he speaks his thoughts there is always a 'what if?’. 'i wonder if we’d met in other universes too,’ he says simply.
you laugh, gently. 'kim namjoon, if you are saying that there is a universe in which i see you and fail to love you, then let me reassure you now.’ he looks away, a pout barely surfacing on his face, and you turn towards him, hands clasped together and your hair spread below you, the two of you picture perfect. 'maybe that universe does exist. maybe in another space and time, i wouldn’t have the blessing that i have here, to love you as freely, as much as i can. but this isn’t that universe, and nothing will stop me from staying by your side.’
by the end of it, your head is turned away with embarrassment, unable to take what might be his reaction. when you hear him huff, quiet, you turn around. what greets you is namjoon, blushing. 'what would i do without you?’ he smiles, soft and sheepish and loving, and you roll your eyes, even as you feel yourself become something not unlike putty in this man’s hands, a wave of love crashing over the sandcastle that is you. 'let’s hope we never find out.’
(you spend hours in that park, talking about everything and anything, and when you go home it must be close to midnight. not that you regret it, though, when the two of you clumsily almost topple over each other, collapsing on your sofa, together, while you order takeout for the nth time because you’re both too tired to cook.)
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you don’t think much of it, stealing jimin’s clothes is as normal, as easy as that for you. the two of you practically share the other’s now, a constant mismatch between your closet as what is yours and what is his is blurred, the lines toed and crossed over every time that it’s simply easier to count your closets as one being rather than two.
still, it makes for a messy, uncoordinated space, and it easily slips from your mind, or his, of the whereabouts of your belongings.
'babe,’ you can hear the pout in his voice. 'did you see my hoodie?’ 'which hoodie?’ 'my favorite one!’ 'which favorite one?’ at this point you see his head pop out from the doorframe, prominent lips stuck out and eyes searching the room. 'it’s the green one, the soft, huge, green hoodie. that one.’
you stifle a rising amount of chuckles as you eventually realize the location of the hoodie in question- on your body, as you stole it from his closet just this morning. you don’t think you can be seen as guilty though, not when the hoodie itself seemed to be begging for someone to wear it. impossibly soft, impossibly huge and impossibly sweet-smelling from the laundry softener you used, it was easy to drown in it and comfortably doze off. 'sorry baby, i don’t know where it went.’ 'okay, but, babe, can you help me…’
you startle as you surprisingly feel the shadow of your lover on your body, handsome face so suddenly, so dangerously close to your own, even if upside down. 'yn, you had it all this time!’ you chuckle at the whine in his voice, even as he leans forward to try and tug it off you. 'give it now,’ he says, but you shake your head, giggling as jimin tries. 'raise your arms! i can’t believe you made me run around looking for this,’ he grumbles, but you cross your arms instead, sitting up, turning around to face him, preparing yourself for a fight.
'no way, this is the softest hoodie in the house. i’m not giving it up.’
a moment of silence, and then- jimin attacks you, lunging forward to glomp you. you feel yourself become confused, when you feel his fingers around your sides, and you burst out into laughter, long and loud.
'no, jimin!'
'give it back!'
'no way!'
'then suffer under my wrath!’
(he only stops when tears actually appear at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard, easily sprawling across your chest, the two of you on the floor and too tired to move. 'we can share,’ you hum, choking as your lover narrows his eyes at you, before decidedly burrowing under your hoodie as well. with how big it is, and how not big both of you are, you surprisingly fit with him inside. it’s too warm for two people inside, but as jimin lays his head comfortably across your chest, the thumping of your heart lulling him to rest, and he holds you in his arms, neither of you find you can argue against your positions.)
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waking up with taehyung in the morning is an ordeal that never fails to make you smile. warmth pooling across the sheets, the warm breeze drafting in from the window, your lover’s body wrapped around yours- there is a kind of holy in the way serene mornings like these are, quiet and golden, the world seemingly stopping for a moment, if only for the two of you.
it breaks your heart every time to have to shatter the illusion. 'taehyung’, you whisper. there’s not even a twitch in his movements, snoring quiet but steady as he continues off to slumber. you, however, can’t get out of his hold, not without the man releasing you anyway- you would know, you’ve tried so many times before and it’s always been a moot point. the only way to get out of taehyung’s grip, is to wake him up into doing so. still, you find yourself soft and hesitant, every single time. 'taehyung,’ you try again, a little louder this time. you shake him, and it takes you a solid minute or two for the man to actually make a sound, a low groan at the back of his throat. when he registers the situation at hand, though, your lover declines to release you, holding you captive with his embrace instead.
'stay in bed with me,’ he almost whines, and you press your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into giggles.
'you know i can’t do that,’ you rebutt. 'i have work in an hour!'
'but i can’t sleep without you.’
'you big baby,’ you fondly, exasperatedly call him out, and you see him briefly crack his eyes open, if only to look at you with a pout.
you see him struggle whether or not to protest your words, before the sleepy takes over and he lazily agrees, pulling you closer in return. 'mhm, i’m your baby…'
'taehyung…'
'just a few more minutes, i swear,’ he presses a light kiss on your forehead, and you know it’s not just your imagination that you feel him smile against your skin, when you sigh loudly, relenting to his demands.
'you’re incorrigible,’ you whine as you bury your head in his chest.
'only because i love you.'
you would call it a laugh if it weren’t for the yawn that sneaks in at the end.
and just as easy as that do you both fall off back to sleep, your phone’s alarm scaring the hell out of you half an hour later. it was practically a given that you’d end up falling back to sleep with him really, you could say it was a ritual at this point.
(you end up being late to work, as a matter of fact, but you can’t even find it in yourself to be angry. after all, there is quite nothing like waking up together in the morning, especially with your lover.
he takes you out on a date to the amusement park that weekend too, so you suppose you can forgive him.)
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’jungkook,’ you muffle your laughter behind your hand, but there’s no denying the bright grin on your face as you feel your lover’s arms encircle your waist. bright and early, it’s early enough into the morning that the sky is still caught between the hues of red and pink, like a rose slowly blooming from night’s embrace. it’s what makes your lover’s apparent waking state a mystery, when you know how heavy your lover sleeps. there goes your plan to bring him breakfast in bed, huh?
'what are you even doing?’ you receive no reply, not one in words anyway, as you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shoulders. his warmth against your back is addicting, especially in the chill of the morning air, but you’re nothing if not determined, and if he’s here to drag you back to bed, you’re having none of it. 'if you’re sleepy,’ you start, turning around to hug him properly, jungkook’s face nuzzling into your neck afterwards. 'you should go back to bed.’ 'but you’re not there with me,’ you finally hear him say. 'just go back to cooking, i’ll just stay here…’
'jungkook, i can’t cook while you’re wrapped around me!’ you almost burst into laughter at that, what more at the earnest expression on your lover. 'why not?’ he grumbles, a pout appearing on his face. you don’t know whether to shake your head, or what- when your lover uses what he knows is his greatest weapon against you. 'don’t give me that look,’ you sigh, but your resolve crumbles quickly, and it’s obvious that jungkook can see it as well.
'don’t blame me if it turns out burnt,' you finally sigh. you feel, rather than hear him chuckle briefly. 'i’m sure it will still be delicious.’ 'you say that no matter what i cook,’ you mutter under your breath and he stays quiet because you’re right. instead, you finally feel him disentangle from your, rather reluctantly, before he gets his own apron and gloves. 'then i guess we should just cook together then,’ he declares, bumping shoulders with you. 'can’t mess it up then, can we?’ he smirks, cocky and familiar, and you roll your eyes even as you feel yourself settle so easily by his side, the two of you finishing breakfast together.
(the food, amazingly enough, does not become burnt, and turns out well instead. of course, he did help you after all. still, sitting at the table, eating together, you smile easy, softly. how can you not? everything about this moment is perfect, and you wouldn’t have any qualms about it lasting forever.
judging by the smile on jungkook’s face, you aren’t the only one to feel this way, too.)
Warnings: Profanity, threatening a pregnant woman, injuries, jikook being dedicated boyfriends, mentions of aborting a dangerous pregnancy (I KnOW it’s a spoiler but it’s hard for some people) (If I forgot any please let me know).
Words: 5.7K (She’s short but emotional).
The car ride was tense.
Yoongi went with Jungkook and Jimin went with Namjoon.
They were bringing a squad of 45 people, armed and ready to hunt the hunters.
Yoongi was driving while Jungkook looked out the window. He was belted up with kevlar to ensure his safety, but looking at him he just looked like the young, scared man he was.
“You really love her huh?” Yoongi said.
“Yes, Jimin and I both do,” Jungkook answered without looking towards the older male.
“How?”
It was quiet for a moment before Jungkook spoke.
“She’s very selfless, but doesn’t know when to stand up for herself sometimes. She’s sweet, and caring in a way that isn’t outright. She’s really observant. I-I know it sounds silly but she meshes with Jimin and I so well that it’s almost scary. The idea of losing her now, I-I can’t even think that way,” Jungkook choked.
Yoongi nodded. “Love works in mysterious ways, and you should never question it. Just accept it. I know it’s not widely accepted, monogamy seems to be all the rage, but, go with your heart kid. If you all consent, you’re adults you can handle yourselves.”
Jungkook swallowed hard and nodded.
“If they hurt her or our children, I don’t know what I’ll do,” Jungkook whispered.
“We don’t know any specifics, just be patient and level headed. That’ll be the best mindset for you now. Don’t be too emotionally charged,” Yoongi suggested.
Jungkook took a shaky inhale before nodding at his friend.
“I hope you’re right.”
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You woke up in restraints.
Your eyes were scanning the area, desperate for any way out.
Jungkook and Jimin’s voices over the phone. It made tears well in your eyes. What if you didn’t see them again? What if you and your babies were doomed?
No.
No.
You wouldn’t think like that.
They said they would come for you.
And when they did, you would tell them. Tell them how much you really care for them. And these children inside of you. With them is where you wanted to be. Forever.
A door behind you opened and darkness fell over your vision.
“Now, Miss Y/N, the clock is ticking. Tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you go.”
“I told you, I don’t know them. And if I did, you wouldn’t get them out of me,” you growled.
“Boss, they’re already bringing money. What else do we need from her?”
“Orders from the higher ups, doesn’t concern you,” one said flippantly. “Just do as you’re told.”
“Alright, time to go Miss Y/N,” a deep male voice spoke from behind you. You felt the restrains on your legs loosen.
Suddenly, tires squealing made you turn your head.
“Shit! Go go!” Someone yelled.
“No! Grab her first!”
Kicking your head back you fell hard on your shoulder, but you were fine otherwise. It would probably bruise, but getting away was far more important. Your hands were still tied behind your back but there wasn’t anything holding you to the chair anymore.
Scrambling to your feet, you wanted to defend yourself, but you couldn’t see anything.
“Lock her in! Don’t let them find her!”
“Just shoot her!”
“No! She’s still valuable, don’t!”
The random hollering didn’t help you find the exit, but you moved until you found the wall.
“Oh no you don’t!”
Someone grabbed you and pulled you to the side, holding your restrained hands in theirs.
“OPEN FIRE!” Someone screamed.
“Wait!” you cried.
Bullets pelted the building you were in. Breaking glass and even some getting through the walls.
“Pretty! Y/N!”
Jungkook’s voice was outside.
“Hold your fire!” A deep voice called from outside as well. It was similar to the one speaking on the phone.
“Take one more step and we will shoot her!”
“I fucking dare you to lay hands on her,” Jimin’s voice snarled.
“Here’s your money you filthy pigs,” Jungkook huffed.
“Give us Y/N,” Jimin said, voice dark and threatening.
“Bring her out,” a man yelled.
Suddenly, you were moving.
“Wait-hold on there’s no-”
“DUCK!”
“NO! Y/N MOVE!”
A huge explosion blew you backwards, slamming you into the large building.
You landed on your side, your ears were ringing. Everything was too warm.
Wetness was falling down your face.
“Fuck, run! Go, GO!”
Several pairs of feet started pounding the pavement.
“Get down! Get down now!”
Your mind was reeling. What happened? Did the place blow up? You certainly felt like you’d been blown up. Holy shit were you dead?
Coughing you tried to sit up but it felt like your shoulder was out of socket.
Remembering hearing them you cried out. “Jimin! Jungkook!” you sobbed.
“Pretty!? Where are you baby?”
“Y/N? Where are you sweetheart?
Both men’s voices were frantic, trying to find you.
“Y/N?”
“Namjoon?” you croaked.
“HERE! SHE’S HERE!” Namjoon yelled.
“Namjoon,” you whispered.
“Yes Y/N, I’m right here,” he eased, gingerly pulling the darkness away.
You looked and saw the face of your friend, sweaty and his eyes were swollen. Like he’d been crying. You whimpered and looked down.
“I’m so sorry,” you cried.
“Pretty?!”
“Sweetheart!?”
Soon, two sets of hands were on you.
“Oh God, your arm,” Namjoon said, looking down.
You did the same and saw your arm was definitely out of socket.
“Y/N,” Jimin said, urging you to look up.
“Jimin,” you hiccuped.
“Y/N,” Jungkook said, moving to cut you out of your restraints.
“Oh fuck you’re bleeding,” Namjoon said, cradling your head in his hands.
“Namjoon,” a deep voice called. You turned and looked where Namjoon was walking.
“Yoongi did you call an ambulance?” Jungkook asked, turning his attention to your arm.
“They’re en route,” the man named Yoongi said.
“Are you two hurt anywhere?” you asked, raising your freed, uninjured hand to Jungkook’s cheek and then to Jimin’s.
“Nothing a few stitches won’t fix,” Jungkook teased.
“Don’t,” Jimin warned.
“We’re fine pretty, we’re worried about you,” Jungkook said, wiping your forehead.
“I’m so sorry this happened,” you said, sniveling.
“Baby, this had nothing to do with you. It’s our fault,” Jimin told you, easing you into his arms.
“But I should’ve-”
“No, Y/N, you’re not to blame here. And we’re sorry this-that you were-oh God Y/N, we were so scared,” Jungkook croaked out.
“Don’t cry,” you said, wrapping your hand around his.
“We can’t help it,” Jimin said, tears misting his vision as well.
“Jimin, Jungkook,” you began-when the wailing of sirens came around the corner.
“Later Y/N, right now, let’s focus on getting you and the babies some help.” Jimin cleared his throat and watched as a flood of more police and fire trucks came onto the scene.
Soon the paramedics grabbed you and got you onto a gurney. Jimin and Jungkook both were brought in with you, getting treatment for their own minor injuries.
The ride to the hospital was silent for the most part. You were exhausted from everything and Jimin and Jungkook were giving the paramedics your medical history. Fear gripped your heart as you felt a swirling in your stomach.
“W-Wait! Are the babies okay?” you asked, looking at a paramedic.
You felt a sharpness in your abdomen that made you gasp and look down.
“Looks like you’ve got some active little ones!” One gentleman said, a fondness spreading over his features.
“Really?” you asked, placing your hand on your stomach gingerly. A little jolt went through your hand.
“Jungkook, Jimin, I think the babies are kicking,” you whispered.
“Twins huh?” The paramedic said, looking at Jungkook and Jimin both.
“Well, congratulations, all three of you,” he smiled, something genuine and full of life. It made you feel better that’s for sure.
“Oh!” You gasped again, feeling the intensity of the kick.
“Can we feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, big doe eyes sparkling.
“Of course,” you announced, bringing both of their hands to your tummy. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you with wonder in their eyes. Full of tears and joy that you were back with them. And your children were safe.
Jungkook leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, Jimin following suit shortly after. You stared at the men and their bright smiles.
“Jimin, Jungkook-”
“Arriving, alright gentlemen we have to take her back but once she’s settled we’ll have both of you come back.”
Jungkook looked like he wanted to protest, but Jimin’s hand on his shoulder made him falter. He nodded and let the paramedics go forward, taking you on the gurney out of the ambulance and towards the hospital.
Damn it.
Twice now you haven’t been able to tell them.
You could scream.
But the swirling in your tummy reminded you, you have time.
All the time in the world.
You hoped.
—
Jimin was pacing furiously in the waiting room.
It had been at least two hours since the paramedics took you back.
What were they doing?
Were you okay? Were the babies okay?
God he could throw up.
Jungkook tried to get him to stop. He was making other people nervous, but Jimin snapped at him, making Jungkook retreat to the corner like a scolded puppy. He wanted to see you too, just as badly as Jimin. But he understood that Jimin’s anger was not something to be messed with.
After three hours Jimin was ready to barge through those doors.
He had half a mind to do just that, when a nurse came out with a big smile on her face.
“Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook?”
Both men scrambled over to her, making an older woman in the back chuckle lightly. Jungkook looked back and smiled sheepishly before the nurse began talking.
“So you’re both here for Y/N?”
“Yes,” Jimin said, grabbing Jungkook’s hand out of instinct.
“Well, good news! She’s all set to go home, she had some stitches put in her forehead and scalp area, we’ll give you paperwork and such that’ll tell you how to clean and care for the stitches. We did an ultrasound on the babies and they look healthy, no injuries. Other than that she has a couple scrapes and bruises but, those will heal fairly quickly. Since she did suffer a head injury someone should be with her in case of any disorientation or vertigo, she might even black out but the doctor’s did a scan and she didn’t have any internal bleeding in the brain so. Overall, she’s healthy and safe,” the nurse concluded.
Jimin took the paperwork from her and started signing for all the expenses when the door opened.
They’d given you a white hospital smock to wear that replaced your dirty and bloodied clothing. Jungkook rushed forward, taking the wheelchair from the receptionist. You were exhausted. They could see it plain as day on your face. They no doubt kept you from sleeping due to the head injury.
But the moment you saw them both your face lit up.
“Jimin, Jungkook-”
“Y/N!” The men yelled, dropping everything to wrap you up in a big hug. The nurse tutted, reminding them not to jostle you too much to avoid any rupturing of your stitches, but even she couldn’t be that mad. They looked relieved to see you.
“You’re alright? Nothing hurts does it?” Jimin worried, looking you over with keen eyes.
“Just my head hurts a bit, and it feels weird because of the stitches. But overall, I feel pretty good!”
“We’re so glad, we thought you were really hurt,” Jungkook whimpered.
“But you’re alright. And the babies are all healthy too, you’re incredible Y/N, we’re so lucky,” Jimin said softly.
“Can we go?” you asked, ready to be out of the wheelchair and free to do your regularly scheduled programming.
“Of course Pretty, come on,” Jungkook said, wheeling you out to the parking lot.
You smiled immediately upon seeing the sleepy little one in his arms. Instinctively, Annie smiled back at you, reaching forward. Your arms seemed to move on their own, grabbing her under the armpits carefully and bringing her into your embrace.
Jimin and Jungkook felt the air whoosh out of their lungs. You looked so perfectly maternal. Their hearts thudded against their chests, they shared a look and Namjoon smiled at the couple.
“Annie woke up from a nap to come see Auntie Y/N get out of the hospital,” Jin said with a gentle grin on his face.
“So glad she did,” Jimin said.
“She’s getting so big,” Jungkook announced, resting his head on your shoulder.
“She is,” you marveled, bouncing her lightly when she started to fuss.
“Well, Namjoon and I wanted to tell you that we have a room in our apartment that’s free for a little while, Jungkook and Jimin mentioned wanting to buy a house and we don’t feel comfortable letting you go back to that apartment, so, stay with us for a while?”
You looked down at Annie’s chubby face and beamed.
“Okay, yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed.
The men gathered you up and helped you get into the car.
Finally some peace.
–
There was no peace in your mind when you walked into Jin and Namjoon’s spare room.
It was like a bad fanfiction.
There was only one king bed in the middle of the room.
Jungkook had packed up some stuff for all of you for the next few days, until you could all figure out something to do.
Jimin set down the bags while Jin and Namjoon went to put Annie down for the night.
“There’s only one bed in here,” you said lamely.
“Yeah, no trouble though, we should all fit,” Jimin said, rubbing his chin contemplatively.
“Um,” you bit your lip lightly, trying not to full on panic at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as them.
“Something wrong, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you with concern.
“No no, I’m fine, it’s just. There’s only one bed,” you stated again, like a broken record.
“Yes…?”
“I just-”
“Y/N do you want us to get a hotel and you stay with Namjoon and Jin?” Jimin asked.
“No!” You said loud, making both men startle at your tone.
“Y/N, Pretty, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We’ll go and get a hotel, it’s late. You’re exhausted, just rest,” Jungkook said, moving towards the door, Jimin went to follow him when you gripped their wrists, effectively stopping them in their tracks.
“Y/N-”
They both started, like they wanted to appease you. But you weren’t having any of it.
“No. I don’t want you to leave me, and I don’t want to leave you.”
Both men felt hope glimmer in their chests. The rings Jungkook bought weighing heavy in his pocket, but they had to know.
Did… Did you feel the same as them?
“This whole time, you two have been nothing but genuine and kind to me. You’ve shown me… You’ve shown me what it’s like to have a family again and I-” you felt emotion well up in your throat. “I don’t want to give that up. These kids, you two, I don’t want to walk away… I-I can’t walk away, so please tell me if this is a pipe dream and I need to wake up or-or if there’s a chance at you both like me too-”
Jungkook couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Pretty!” He swooned, picking you up by your under arms and spinning you in the air.
“Us too, we like you too pretty, Y/N, darling.”
“W-what?” You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend Jungkook’s words.
“Y/N, sweetheart, we want to be with you and our children, we don’t want you to leave. Ever. Stay with us?” Jimin asked, coming over to Jungkook’s side and leaning his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Yes! A million times yes,” you squealed, clinging to Jungkook and grabbing Jimin’s arms as well.
“Shall we make it official?” Jungkook asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring boxes.
Beautiful bands sat in their cushions, gleaming up at you with bright white diamonds in the setting. A beautiful ring shone from the middle box, white gold and a large sapphire surrounded by diamonds made your throat close in emotion yet again.
“Yes,” you whispered.
Jungkook gently slid the ring onto your finger, handing you a band.
“Do the honors for Jimin Pretty?”
You took the ring, gingerly sliding it onto Jimin’s finger and watching as he did the same for Jungkook. You all matched.
“Y/N, we’re so happy, I could just about burst,” Jungkook whispered.
“You’re all we’ve ever wanted, Sweetheart, truly,” Jimin smiled.
“Y-You guys wanted another partner?”
“We’ve discussed it in the past. But we weren’t certain until you came along,” Jimin said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“Beautiful,” Jungkook said, bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss your ring gently.
“We’re so glad to have you, Y/N,” Jimin said, kissing your cheek.
Your heart felt so full. Like you were about to lose your goddamn mind. Fuck, you were gonna cry if they kept this up. Being pregnant will do that to you, and having two of the sweetest men alive confess their feelings for you.
God here come the waterworks.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder, his ring glinting in the light of the dim room.
You couldn’t help the tears however, you were so happy in this moment. With them, and your full belly making you even more joyous.
“I can’t help it, I’m just, so happy,” you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around their necks and bringing them closer to you. Well, as close as you could with your big bump.
“We’re happy too Pretty, so happy,” Jungkook said, kissing your head.
You were about to speak more when a yawn erupted from your mouth. You felt the full brunt of exhaustion hit you in the span of a few seconds. Had this really all happened in less than twenty four hours? Was that all it took for your life to change?
“I think it’s time for our princess to get some sleep,” Jimin stated.
“Most certainly. Come on pretty, let’s get you dressed and ready for bed,” Jungkook said, bringing you into the bathroom and helping you get all situated.
It was utter bliss. Truly.
–
Your heart was pounding.
Today was the day you’d figure out what you were having.
Jungkook and Jimin had been nothing but sweet to you for the entire week. They still hadn’t kissed you, but, that was a trouble for a different time. You’d all just been enjoying each other’s company, and Jin and Namjoon were there as well. Helping you while Jimin and Jungkook were at work.
But they both had taken the day off today.
Jungkook was sitting in the back seat with you, holding your hand while Jimin drove. Car sickness had suddenly taken a hold of you earlier in the week. Something you’d read could happen while pregnant. It didn’t mean it made you any less irritated at the fact you couldn’t even be in an elevator without wanting to vomit.
“You okay Pretty?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow at you.
You must’ve looked pretty rough, this was the third time he’d asked in a twenty minute car ride.
“I’ll be alright, I just need some water,” you said, taking a small swallow of your water bottle and giving him a weak smile afterwards. Jungkook’s brow furrowed and he kissed your hand.
:Jimin, baby, please hurry up, she’s not doing too well back here,” Jungkook said.
“Alright, just hang in there sweetheart,” Jimin said, looking in the rearview mirror at you.
Finally you rolled up to the clinic. Jungkook helped you out of the back, bringing you into his arms to help you resituate yourself. Jimin came over and rubbed your back slowly, kissing your shoulder before heading towards the door. Jungkook and you followed shortly after, walking in behind him.
You were checked in and sat down. Your head was still spinning lightly, but a few calming breaths had the fog clearing up. Jungkook took one hand while Jimin held his. Jungkook had taken to fiddling with your ring, an absent minded habit he’d picked up when he was nervous. He said it was nothing, but it’s like he wanted to make sure you never took it off.
“Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook and Miss Y/N?” a nurse said at the door.
You stood up and went back. Jimin and Jungkook following shortly after you.
“Actually gentleman, the doctor would like to speak to Miss Y/N on her own, if that’s alright with you. There’s some private health information-”
“They can come back it doesn’t matter to me-”
“Actually, ah, Miss… It isn’t your decision to make, I’m afraid.”
“It’s my personal information and I can’t decide whom I want to share it with? I signed a release it should be fine for them to come with me-”
“Y/N, pretty, easy,” Jungkook soothed.
“It’s just a few minutes, we’ll be right back here if you need us,” Jimin said, petting your hair gently.
“Okay, you’re right. I apologize I didn’t mean to be rude,” you said, hands slipping from theirs.
“You’re alright, just come with me please,” she said, holding the door open for you.
You gave Jimin and Jungkook a nod before walking back with the nurse.
She led you through the usual process, getting your weight, checking your blood pressure and heart rate before telling you the doctor would be in shortly.
Soon, Dr. Heinz came in.
“Hello Miss Y/N, how are we doing today?” he asked, a somber expression on his face.
“I-I’m fine, but-”
“I’m glad to hear it. I am so sorry to tell you this… But, there are some complications with your pregnancy,” he said softly.
“What?” you asked, holding your stomach with shaky hands.
“After your incident, I got in contact with the emergency room and got your test results back and there is a very high risk of this pregnancy not going to term and putting you and the babies health in danger,” he said, looking at your file with sad eyes.
“What do you mean? They said I was fine,” you argued. Not wanting to believe what he was saying.
“I-I’m really sorry but we suggest aborting this pregnancy,” Dr. Heinz swallowed hard.
“You… what…?”
“To save your life, I’m afraid the best solution is to-”
“No, no absolutely not. That’s not an option here.”
“Miss Y/N, I know that you’re upset but you will have the option to try again in a few months. Once you agree to do that I’m sure Mr. Jeon and Mr. Park will-”
“This isn’t about the money, this is about my children. You want me to abort-”
“These aren’t your children,” Dr. Heinz said lowly.
“Excuse me?”
“You signed a contract, giving up all legal rights to these children once they’re born, best not to get too attached.”
“What’s the likelihood of me surviving this pregnancy?” you asked, bringing your hand to wipe some tears.
“It’s less than fifty percent.”
You swallowed thickly before looking up at him. “D-Do I have time to think about it?”
“I would say possibly two weeks at the most before you reach the point of no return. Once you hit that mark it would be far more dangerous to abort the pregnancy than to have you attempt birth.”
“Do Jimin and Jungkook know?” you asked.
“I didn’t think it would be good for them to hear it from me. Better to have you explain the situation as you all seem very close.”
“I understand,” you said, eyes filling with tears.
“I’m truly sorry Miss Y/N, please think on what I’ve said,” he said, closing the manila file in his hands and walking towards the door.
“Can you tell me, the genders of the babies?”
He was quiet for a moment.
“A boy and a girl.”
“I knew it,” you whispered.
–
Jungkook and Jimin saw your tear stricken face when you came out and all hell broke loose.
“What happened in there? What did he do to you? Are you hurt anywhere?” Jimin growled, bringing you into his arms.
You swallowed your tears and gave them a watery smile. “It’s okay,” you whispered.
“You’re crying obviously it’s not okay-” Jungkook pressed.
“They’re happy tears.”
That was a big fat lie.
You were more devastated than you’d ever been in your entire life. But you just had to make it two weeks. Two weeks and then… Then you could tell them.
“You’re clearly upset.”
“I was right,” you said, gently bringing your hands to theirs. “One boy and one girl,” you whispered, bringing their hands to your stomach.
Jimin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. You smiled when he rubbed his fingers along your covered stomach. Jungkook was equally affected.
“A boy and a girl?” Jungkook asked.
“Yes, one of each,” you said. Your eyes locked with the nurse who was talking with the doctor. You bit your lip and pleaded with your expression to not have them come over here. Just let you live in this fantasy for a little while.
“Oh Pretty,” Jungkook said, tears pricking at his vision.
“They’re going to be so beautiful. And you’re going to be the perfect mother,” Jimin said, eyes shining so bright. The pain in your heart was more than anything you’d ever experienced before. But to see the look on their faces, to see the love for your children and you. It was enough.
It had to be.
–
Namjoon and Jin were waiting with dinner when you all got back. Jimin and Jungkook started gushing the moment you walked in the door.
‘She’s having one of each!” Jungkook cheered.
“Really? Y/N?” Namjoon said, a bright smile on his face. You nodded, trying your best to keep your spirits up. You weren’t going to die. You were going to meet your children if it was the last thing you ever did.
And it very well might be.
“Yeah,” your voice sounded strained even to your ears. But Jungkook and Jimin were too excited to notice.
Namjoon however, caught on almost immediately.
“Y/N, do you want to see Annie? She’s been fussy all day and maybe she just wants her favorite Auntie?”
You nodded, knowing the second the nursery doors were closed the interrogation was going to start. It’d been that way since you were younger. Namjoon could always read you like a book, even if you tried to keep it all locked away.
Although, you knew you would have to tell someone.
Namjoon guided you away from the crowd of people and let you into the nursery where Annie was sleeping peacefully.
“You said she was fussy?”
“What happened at the doctor’s appointment?”
You bit your lip as the tears started to come down your face.
Any anger in Namjoon’s voice dissipated as he brought you into a hug. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me,” he encouraged.
“The doctor told me, that there’s less than a fifty percent chance of me birthing these children and living,” you whimpered.
Namjoon froze.
“What?”
“He wants me to abort the pregnancy but I can’t Namjoon, I can’t,” you said, heart lurching at the words coming out of your mouth.
“Slow down, what do you mean?”
“The injuries I sustained from the kidnapping.. they affected me more than we thought,” you confessed.
Namjoon got quiet, looking down at the floor.
“You’re not going to give up are you?”
You shook your head slowly. “I can’t Namjoon, I won’t give up on these kids.”
“They might grow up without you,” he warned.
“They might not,” you said quietly.
“I understand that you want to do this, but think of everyone you’d be leaving behind. And how much we’d miss you,” he said, really trying to get you to think about this.
Even though you know it was the only thing on your mind.
Namjoon sighed.
“Jungkook and Jimin have no idea do they?”
You shook your head again, trying to fight back the shameful tears threatening to bubble up in your vision. Namjoon sighed again, rubbing his face.
“You need to tell them,” he said.
“I can’t Namjoon-”
“These are their children too. And it’s their girlfriend’s life on the line,” he explained.
You nodded, knowing he was right. But it was going to hurt so much to tell them. It was going to hurt so fucking bad and you weren’t sure if you could do it.
“Please Y/N, at least tell them there’s something wrong. Don’t suffer in silence,” he said, giving you a gentle squeeze to the shoulder.
“Alright,” you agreed, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying too much.
“Relax in here with Annie for a bit,” he nodded towards the baby, gurgling in her sleep.
“Okay,” you said, sitting down.
“I’ll get you a plate and bring it in for you. Just relax for now, you’ve had a long day.”
With that, Namjoon left, shutting the door behind him. The tears started flowing freely down your face, leaving you with sticky cheeks, but you didn’t care. This sucked so bad. Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn’t you have one normal fucking thing happen to you in your life? Why did everything have to be so complicated-
Annie started to fuss in her crib. You stood up carefully, bringing her into your arms to soothe her. Bouncing her gently you sighed. You wanted so badly to hold your own children. You wanted to cuddle them and rock them back to sleep.
But this would do for now.
Namjoon did come back in with a plate of supper for you, but you said you weren’t that hungry. Even though you knew you should try to stay as healthy as possible. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it right now.
He left the plate in there with you, but you didn’t touch it.
Eventually you found yourself nodding off, when someone knocked at the door.
You didn’t even register being picked up until Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Babe, get the door for me?” Jungkook asked, his voice close to your neck.
“Got it,” Jimin whispered.
You felt the sheets of your bed underneath you, and Jungkook’s retreating form. But you clung on, gripping him so tightly he almost fell on top of you. Jimin and Jungkook both chuckled, but you felt the warmth of tears spreading down your face again.
Jimin picked up on it first.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, bringing his hand to your slightly swollen cheeks.
“Pretty?” Jungkook whispered, kneeling down.
“Jungkook, Jimin, I have… I have to tell you something,” you said, sitting up.
Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a look before sitting on the bed next to you.
“What’s wrong pretty? Is it about something the doctor said earlier?”
“Yeah, you’ve been upset since we left,” Jimin added on.
You swallowed hard and looked at both of them.
“They want me to abort the pregnancy.”
The room was silent.
Jimin’s eyes were large, Jungkook’s were filling with tears.
“What? Why?” Jungkook asked, coming forward to take one hand in his.
“Because, the kidnapping. They-There were some tests the hospital didn’t do correctly or something because I’m not fine. There’s less than a fifty percent chance that me and the babies will survive labor,” you explained.
Both men looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“It means that if I don’t abort these children, it will likely kill me,” you said so soft that the men had to strain to hear you.
“Y-You what? You’ll die?” Jimin asked, bringing his hand to your cheek.
“Y/N no, there’s another way, there has to be. We can find a different doctor-maybe-” Jungkook stammered, eyes full of tears.
“I’m so sorry,” you cried, hands covering your face.
“What?” Jungkook and Jimin exclaimed.
“Pretty no,” Jungkook said, wrapping you up in his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Y/N, we’re worried about you baby. If this pregnancy isn’t safe then maybe we should consider trying again-” Jimin started.
“No!” you cried. “I don’t want to try again, I don’t want to give up on them. I love them so much, and I love you both so much. I don’t want to lose any of you.”
Tears ran hot down your face as Jungkook and Jimin tried to soothe your cries.
“Please let me try, please, don’t give up on them,” you begged.
Jimin sobbed out your name before wrapping you up in his arms as well.
“But baby we can’t lose you either, we love our babies just as much as you do. But we can’t do this without you,” Jungkook cried.
“Y/N, this is serious. Think about what you’re asking of us.”
“I wouldn’t ask it of you if I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this. Please let me try.”
The room was quiet for a few moments before Jungkook pulled back and pressed his lips to yours firmly. Your eyes went wide before relaxing into the kiss. Jungkook’s mouth worked against yours slowly, Jimin’s hands wandered to your waist patiently.
Jungkook pulled back and Jimin’s lips replaced his. You were shocked at how plump and soft his lips were, but they were just as sweet as Jungkook’s. You felt hands cradling your stomach. You pulled away to look down and saw both men’s hands on your tummy.
“We won’t give up baby,” Jimin said.
“Not on you or our kids,” Jungkook echoed.
“We love you so much,” Jimin whispered. “I love you both.”
“I love you too, both of you,” you said, smiling.
This was going to work.
Because you weren’t sure what would happen if it didn’t…
Thank you to @knjsnoona for the impeccable banner. Amelia, you are wonder. And thank you to @queenofthedamnit. My lovely beta Ryn, who puts up with my whining on the daily. Love you b.
But please enjoy! I worked hard on this chapter for you <3
Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, smut in the form of: oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t do as I write peeps safe sex is great sex), dom/sub dynamics, dom!Tae, sub!Reader, dirty talk, he calls her princess. (If I forgot anything please let me know nicely, thank you!)
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Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?
The guards separated you and Taehyung shortly after the wedding feast.
You were whisked away by the handmaidens and taken up to a different portion of the palace. You were no longer in your own wing, no, this was different. They shoved you into another bath, scrubbing exceptionally hard.
“Ouch! Hey, watch it!” you growled.
“Shush, you are about to be presented to the Prince and you need to be as perfect as we can get you,” one maid said.
You bit your lip. There was aggression in their movements. They were either jealous or angry that a ‘savage’ like you was going to bed their beloved Prince. How utterly ridiculous. Taehyung was probably going to be far too frightened to bed you.
They wrapped you in pretty fabric, but it was easy to undo. You tried to calm your racing heart as they fluffed your hair lightly, but kept it wet.
“How do you think she looks?” One of the maids asked, looking at you with an appraising stare. Like you were some kind of object. Your blood boiled, but you sat still.
“It’ll have to do,” one older maid said, “we must hurry, the Prince will be waiting for her.”
You look at the ring on your finger, and in this moment, you missed Elaine’s gentle touches. She may have disliked you, but she never insulted you. Well, at least to your face anyways. Or maybe she did.
Whatever, you liked Elaine better than these brats.
Soon, you were walking down the hall in your silks and bare feet.
There were guards outside Taehyung’s door. Ah yes, to confirm the consummation. Well, best to get it over with rather than agonize for months.
The door opened and you were practically thrown inside. You heard the slamming of the wood and knew you were sealed in for the night. Gingerly, you lifted your head and saw Taehyung sitting on the other side of the bed. He was in a white loose shirt, looking out the window as he sat still in the night light.
You didn’t know what to say. You knew he was aware of your presence. But you didn’t want to disturb him.
After a while of standing Taehyung spoke.
“Are you scared?” He asked.
“Not much scares me, you certainly don’t,” you answered.
“What scares you?” He asked. You wondered what this had to do with consummation of your marriage, but you played along.
“Truly…?”
You thought for a moment, what did scare you?
Taehyung waited for you to answer.
“Failure. Being a disappointment to my people. That scares me,” you answered honestly.
Taehyung seemed to mull your words over in his head.
“Taehyung-”
“I’m scared of the same thing.”
“Of failure?” You questioned.
“Being a disappointment, failure… I’m scared of it all,” Taehyung whispered.
“Well, I can’t tell you you won’t fail. I’m not certain I won’t fail either. But, what matters is learning from your mistakes. Those who ignore their failures are ignorant, they only see their achievements, not their losses. People who take their losses into account, win more.”
Taehyung was silent.
“I’ve failed you,” he said. “I’ve been a terrible fiancé.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being in love, and I’m sorry you had to lose her the way you did,” you said. Taehyung had been mourning the loss of Elaine, but the wedding and planning had put a wrench in his grieving.
Especially now that they wanted him to bed another woman.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Taehyung said weakly.
You’d figured this would be hard for him. But if you didn’t consummate this marriage then you’d both be in trouble. You’d be under more ridicule than you already were, and Taehyung would no doubt be in for another beating…
“Taehyung,” you whispered.
“What?” He asked, turning towards you.
“It’s okay to be nervous, but, it’s just me.”
“I know, but, Elaine was the only one I’ve ever-”
“Do you trust me?” You asked, looking at him from across the room.
Taehyung was silent for a moment. Your heart was in your throat.
“Yes, I trust you,” he said quietly.
“Then can I come closer?”
“Yes,” he said even softer.
You walked forward and sat down on the bed.
You’d never really been one for a delicate approach to anything, but you were slowly starting to understand this man. And your usual methods weren’t going to be helpful with him.
Generally you didn’t care about things like that, but with Taehyung you’d both gone through so much together. Even if it felt like you were alone in this huge palace, Taehyung was probably feeling the same thing right now.
And maybe you could change that.
“We don’t have to hide from each other. We’re married now. We should at the very least be allies with one another,” you stated.
“Allies?” he asked, softly underneath his breath.
“Yes. Your court isn’t too pleased I’m an outsider, your court is also not pleased that you’ve been in relations with a servant girl.”
Taehyung winced at that.
“Really, if you look at it, all we have is each other. So why not be allies at the very least?”
Taehyung thought for a moment.
“What do you want from being allies?” he asked.
“I want to see my mother again,” you said, soft and gentle. Like the word was the most valuable thing in your possession.
“You want to see your mother? I thought your tribe was to follow you now,” he said.
“Just because they follow me doesn’t guarantee me seeing my mother. I want you to find a way for me to see her,” you explained.
“And what would I get out of you being my ally?” he asked.
“My cooperation, and loyalty,” you announced.
“Cooperation?”
“Yes, I will be a model bride for you. And I will be loyal to you. Only you,” you said with conviction.
“You swear it?”
“I swear on my father’s grave,” you declared.
“Very well, I will see about getting you and your mother reunited. But in the meantime, behave yourself,” he sighed.
“I will do my very best,” you said.
The room was silent for a few moments, before you spoke again.
“Shall we consummate our marriage now?” you asked, raising a brow and looking at the bed.
Taehyung choked.
“I-I don’t think-”
“We have to, don’t we? Lest they find our marriage null and void in the morning and you no longer have access to my warriors,” you asked.
Taehyung cursed, a sharp tone that made your ears perk.
“You’re right, but-”
You stood up and dropped your dressing gown, revealing your naked body.
Taehyung’s eyes bulged out of his head as he averted his gaze.
“What are you doing?” he asked, shocked.
“You’re my husband now, aren’t you supposed to look?” you asked, confused.
“Well, yes but-”
“There’s no need to drag this out longer than we have to, so let’s just get to it,” you said, placing your hands confidently on your hips.
Taehyung’s eyes remained off of you.
“Have you ever… been with anyone?” he asked.
“No, but that shouldn’t be a problem, correct?”
Taehyung swallowed audibly.
“It’s painful for a woman’s first time,” he warned.
“I’m sure I’ve suffered worse,” you said, waving him off.
“When did you last bleed?” He questioned, his head turned away from you still.
“Why do you ask?” You wondered aloud.
“Because I’m not ready for children yet,” he whispered.
Your mouth opened and shut for a moment. Elaine had been claiming a pregnancy before she’d died, but there was no proof either way. You understood Taehyung’s wanting to wait, you weren’t ready for a child yet either.
“The risk is low right now,” you said.
Taehyung let out a shaky breath before turning his head and taking in your body. You stood still, letting him get acclimated to the sight. Slowly, he lifted his arm and placed a cool hand on your warm flesh. Taehyung rubbed over your scarred skin. Fights from your training as a child had marred your body, but right now instead of being disgusted like you’d expected, Taehyung was gently caressing every raised inch of your skin.
“You must have trained hard,” he said quietly.
“I trained every day, sometimes until well after sunset,” you told him.
You placed your hand on his head, running your fingers through his silky tresses. Taehyung leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your hip. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you watched his mouth trail along your lower stomach.
“Your skin is soft,” Taehyung said, looking up at you.
“Well, I was scrubbed like a stain on a dress, I’d imagine I would be,” you scoffed.
His once gentle hands tightened on you, making your face turn questioning.
“Who bathed you, and why were they rough with you?” He asked.
“I don’t remember Taehyung, there were several maids coming and going. Does it matter?” You wondered.
“Yes, I won’t let the staff abuse my wife. They’re meant to serve you, not treat you like an animal,” Taehyung said.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. It was now Taehyung’s turn to be confused.
“Quite a big change this ring has caused,” you said, holding up your hand. Taehyung frowned.
“It shouldn’t have been that way, I apologize. I should’ve seen you as an ally at the least, not a hindrance. But I want to change that, we can work together,” Taehyung said, looking up at you with his dark eyes.
Something in your stomach turned at the sight of him looking up at you. Not in a bad way either, but you felt almost feverish. Looking deep into the eyes of possibly the only person in this world that you could trust.
But what if he betrays you?
What if it’s all a ploy?
Do you risk it?
“Let me try, let me try to make it up to you,” Taehyung pleaded, lips finding your skin once more.
An involuntary noise came from you, a soft sigh, something so gentle and relaxed coming from your mouth. Taehyung’s brows shot up in surprise. You bit your lip and tried to fight the heat on your face.
“W-Was that you?”
“I-I’ve never-”
Taehyung cut you off by placing his mouth back over your lower stomach. He moved his hands to your thighs so you spread them apart slightly.
Encouraged by your movement, Taehyung got on his knees on the floor.
“Let me taste you,” he breathed against your center. His eyes flickered to yours for approval. You swallowed hard before nodding.
Carefully, Taehyung placed a gentle kiss to your womanhood. You felt his tongue come out and lick at you gingerly, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Never had you been handled in such a way. Taehyung’s hands on the backs of your thighs urged you closer.
You moved according to his direction, bringing your hips closer to his pink lips. You watched with morbid curiosity as he licked along your slit. Collecting your flavor on his tongue and bringing you sharp pleasure.
“A-ah!” You cried when Taehyung’s tongue found your entrance. He dipped inside for just a moment before going back to lave across your pearl. Your heart was beating so hard. You weren’t sure what this sensation was, but it was something you were becoming addicted to.
“Is it alright? Are you okay?” Taehyung asked, watching you with rapt attention.
He was beyond nervous.
You could see it plain as day on his face, but so were you. It was rare for you to feel so out of your depth, but right now you had no idea what to do.
“I think so,” you swallowed thick, focusing back in on Taehyung’s tongue sampling you.
“If something doesn’t feel good, tell me,” he said seriously.
“I will,” you promised.
“Good, do you want to lie down?” He asked, looking at his large bed.
“Yes, that’s most efficient,” you said, clearing your throat. You laid down on the bed, while Taehyung got up from the floor.
“It’s about what’s comfortable not efficient,” Taehyung said softly, trailing his hands along your legs, spreading them open so he could settle between them.
You gazed at him for a moment. He came back to your center, bringing his mouth to your wet core and continued to pleasure you.
Without meaning to, you let out a little gasp when he pushed his tongue inside you again.
“Do you like that?” He asked, licking his lips.
“I-I don’t know,” you flushed.
“I think you do,” Taehyung said, but there wasn’t smugness in his tone.
“Think so?” You asked softly.
“Yes, you’re still wet, getting wetter,” he said, rubbing his thumb through your folds gently, making your hips jut lightly.
“I can’t help it,” you frowned.
“Y/N,” Taehyung said quietly.
“Yes?” You raised a brow.
“Can I put my fingers inside you?”
“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask, why was he drawing this out?
“B-Because I need to prep you before I-uh… Before I put myself inside of you. Otherwise it’ll hurt,” Taehyung explained.
“I see, you think I can’t handle whatever-”
“It’s really not like that Y/N, I honestly just want to make this as painless as possible,” he said, looking at you with his deep eyes.
Taehyung knew you were going to be difficult.
But you were just nervous, Taehyung couldn’t fault you for that.
He was just as nervous. If not more so.
“Okay, do what you think is best,” you said, biting your lip harshly.
Taehyung nodded. Putting his fingers in his mouth before rubbing them along your slick gingerly. Slowly, Taehyung inserted one finger. You felt the stretch and burn, but it wasn’t painful per se. It was more of an aching feeling than anything.
“Does it hurt?”
“N-No, just…”
“Want me to move a little?”
“Just a little,” you breathed.
“Okay, just relax, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, moving his finger out a touch before pushing back in.
“Oh,” you sighed, resting your head back on the bed.
“Good?” He asked.
“Y-Yeah, feels good,” you said, letting the pleasure wash over you.
Taehyung nodded and pushed his finger back and forth within you, creating a terribly wanton ache within you. Taehyung kept moving slowly, stretching you out with his finger.
“T-Taehyung,” you hiccuped.
“What is it?”
“I-I want m-more,” you said, feeling the heat rise to your face. Taehyung smiled lightly, but nodded nonetheless.
“Okay, two fingers?” He asked.
“Yes,” you whined out.
Taehyung was trying not to smirk, but it was hard when you were such a submissive in bed. Wanting the pleasure, wanting it all. Taehyung didn’t expect you to be so demure when you got in here. But now you’re writhing underneath him. His ego inflated, he couldn’t help it. The cold Princess finally letting her guard down.
“Just breathe for me, Y/N,” Taehyung said, pushing another finger inside your entrance.
“O-Oh!” You cried, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists.
“If this is how you react to two fingers I can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock,” Taehyung growled lowly.
The room became silent.
“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to over step-”
“Please, I want it so bad,” you begged. Taehyung felt the cord within him snapping, slowly letting loose into his dominant persona.
“Yeah? Want this cock Princess? I bet you do,” he groaned when more of your slick gushed from your core.
“Give it to me Taehyung, please,” you pleaded.
Taehyung’s arm was starting to hurt with how fast he was thrusting it inside of you, but he wanted to make you cum at least once before fucking you. He could feel your insides tightening up, telling him you were close.
“Want you to cum, pretty Princess, cum for me,” he breathed, coming close to your face and placing a kiss to your lips.
“I-I feel-like I’m gonna fall apart,” you breathed harshly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Do it, do it for me Princess,” Taehyung almost pleaded.
“Oh shit, Taehyung!” You cried, before cuming all over his hand.
Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your eyes filled with tears from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung was breathing just as hard as you as he pulled his hand from your center, bringing it to your face.
“Taste yourself,” he said, tapping your lips with his slick fingers.
Opening your mouth slowly, Taehyung put his fingers in your mouth making you roll your tongue along his digits.
“Good girl, lick my fingers,” he encouraged. You licked and sucked with more enthusiasm. Taehyung groaned at the sensation, making your legs twitch with want. He pulled his cleaned fingers from your mouth and brought your lips together.
You traced your hands down his frame, finding the tie on his shirt and pulling it open. Cold palms found his warm flesh and you bit your lip in surprise. He was toned, but not overly so. His lower stomach was soft, but his arms were strong and firm when he pulled you on top of him.
Taehyung placed his hands gently on your sides, moving you against his warm body. You felt his throbbing cock through his pants. He was so hard…
“Move with me-oh, yesss, like that Princess,” Taehyung moaned.
“A-Am I doing it right?” You asked, looking down at Taehyung’s lust filled face.
“Perfect, doing so good,” he encouraged.
“Taehyung,” you whimpered out.
“Princess, wanna be inside you already,” he moaned.
“Yes, I want it, please,” you begged lightly.
Taehyung almost cried out when you ground down against his hardness.
“Want my cock Princess? Want it inside of you? Want my thick dick inside your tiny pussy?”
He was filthy. But it was doing everything to turn you on. You hardly could register the feelings swarming your mind right now. All you could feel was Taehyung, and he felt so good.
Taehyung brought you closer, kissing your neck and biting down on the delicate flesh there.
“Oh!” Taehyung frantically took his pants off while you pulled at his sleeves in longing.
“Soon Princess, soon,” he said, kissing you once more.
“Mmm, Taehyung, hurry and put it in,” you pleaded.
Taehyung pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side, now just as bare as you. You smiled and ran your hands over his body, the warmth of him bringing you further into the moment.
“Are you ready Princess? Ready for my cock?”
“Yes, Taehyung, please,” you beseeched.
“Okay Princess, you’ll get it,” Taehyung said, spitting onto your pussy and lining himself up with your entrance.
Slowly, he eased himself inside of you. You watched Taehyung’s face morph into what looked like pain but you knew it was pleasure. You felt the fullness overwhelming you.
“H-Hold on,” you said, breathless.
“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” Taehyung asked, frantic.
“No no, I’m fine. I just need a moment,” you said, breathing deeply.
“Okay, let me know when I can move,” he said.
You waited a few seconds, waiting to adjust to the intrusion. But Taehyung was patient, kissing your chest and up to your lips while he waited for your go ahead.
“Alright, you can move,” you said softly.
Taehyung nodded before giving a gentle thrust into your wet heat.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, looking down at you with a light sparkle in his dark eyes. You found yourself drawn into his orbs, looking back at you with such gentleness.
“T-Taehyung,” you whimpered out.
“Yes Princess, what do you need?” He asked.
“Touch me, touch me please,” you begged.
“Where?” He questioned, looking for direction. Not answering with words, you took his hand and placed it over your breast. Taehyung palmed your chest, making you moan out in appreciation.
“Like that,” you cried, head thrown back.
“So pretty like this,” Taehyung muttered. You peered up at him with your big eyes and Taehyung felt his heart stammer.
He pushed forward a little harder, making a gasp fall from your lips with his urgency.
“Feels so good, mmm, fuck,” he growled. Taehyung was about fit to burst, but he held off, knowing that you would come first. He needed to see it again. The way your lips parted in a beautiful O that made him want to kiss you endlessly.
“Taehyung, fuck, oh Gods,” you moaned.
“Say my name, fucking say it. I want to hear you scream my name Princess,” he groaned.
“Tae-hyung, fuck, harder, fuck me harder,” you squeaked.
“I will baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow,” he moaned.
You gripped his shoulders tightly as he started rutting into you at an alarming rate. Taehyung seemed to slip away at this point, turning into a feral beast. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, like a bird trying to get free. Your vision was going blurry as you tried to hold on.
“Look at me Princess, focus on me, let me see you cum. You’re so close aren’t you? Just wanna cum huh? I’ll give it to you, isn’t that right Princess? Fucked so silly for me, my bride, my wife. Going to make you my Queen,” Taehyung moaned out.
Taehyung sounded so sure, unlike any other time you’ve heard him speak. Generally the man was more reserved but, right now he was fucking you like a savage. You tried to keep your eyes open, but the sensations coursing through you were more than you could take.
“Taehyung, something-I’m-ah!” You cried, trying to keep your head on straight but your lower stomach burst into a fiery explosion that took your breath away.
“Fuck that’s it pretty girl, keep going. Cum all over me, want to see you make a mess,” he said.
Your thighs were starting to shake as he kept pushing forward into you. “Ah, Taehyung, w-what-oh!”
“So close baby, so close,” he whimpered, rolling his hips into yours seductively.
“Oh my fucking-Taehyung!”
“Y/N!” He yelped, pulling out quickly and warmth spread on your lower stomach.
“Shit,” you huffed, looking up at the ceiling.
Taehyung came into your field of view and looked at your face with concern.
“Are you alright?” He asked, timid nature creeping back in.
“What the fuck was that?” You asked, looking at him with confusion.
“Um, I’m also confused. What are you talking about?” He questioned.
“What did I just do?” You said, looking down at your mess with burning hot cheeks.
“You, uh, came?”
“What does that mean?” You asked.
“Have you never touched yourself?”
“Not like that, no,” you said, breathless even still.
“Well, it’s called an orgasm. But the slang terminology is to cum or you came,” Taehyung winced at the awkwardness filling this air.
“Can we do it again?”
“What.”
“That was the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life, I want to do it again,” you said, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him. Taehyung couldn’t help but feel his lower stomach twinge in interest.
“Well-uh-wait!”
“Why aren’t you hard still?”
“Oh dear God,” Taehyung lamented, rubbing his face.
“Am I not attractive enough? No, that can’t be it, you were hard because of me before,” you muttered.
“Can we not have this conversation now, I-I can’t go again so soon,” he said.
“How long do you need?” You asked, eagerly.
“Maybe, ten minutes? Wait-no, hold on,” Taehyung gasped when you brought your mouth down onto him. A sharp moan came from his lips. You smirked and continued moving your tongue around his length, massaging it and covering him with more of your slick.
“God fuck me, I-I can’t, it’s too much,” Taehyung cried, throwing his head back. You planned to keep going but a strong hand grasping the back of your head had other plans. Yanking your mouth off of him, Taehyung flung you onto your stomach and landed a heavy thwatch to your ass.
“Ouch!”
“Such a needy little brat I have,” Taehyung smirked. You noticed he was already getting hard again. Your mouth watered at the sight, but Taehyung didn’t let you move. You yearned to reach for him, to touch him more. To have him touch you more.
“Taehyung-”
“Enough, I told you to wait. And like a greedy little whore you couldn’t help yourself,” he growled.
His words didn’t sting, not at all actually. They brought a fire back into your belly that made your throat clench tight and your pussy scream for attention. Taehyung brought his hand down on your ass once more, making you jolt.
But instead of feeling humiliated, you moaned out loud. Letting him handle you as rough as he wanted. Taehyung gripped you and moved you to lean back on your knees and rest on your elbows.
“Ass up, Princess, I wanna see how drenched you are,” he said, giving your butt another swat. You did as he said, bringing yourself into a quite lewd position, ass high in the air. Taehyung groaned low in his throat as he massaged your tender flesh between his palms.
“Taehyung,” you mewled out, craving something inside of you.
“I think my little Princess needs to be louder. What do you want? Tell me Princess and you just might get what you desire,” Taehyung chuckled.
“Y-You, I want, you,” you pleaded.
“Yeah? What part of me do you want?” he asked, leaning down and brushing his lips against your ear in a tantalizing manner.
“Your cock, please Taehyung give it to me,” you begged.
Taehyung hummed in appreciation at your pleas.
“So desperate. I never knew you’d be such a whore for me,” he breathed against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and biting down a little hard.
“Oh!” you gasped, ass rutting into the cup of his hips.
Taehyung snarled when your pussy rubbed against his dick in a erotic fashion. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his cock, making you grind on him slowly. He seemed to like the build up, the way he could get your heart racing with just a few motions really made you wild.
“Going to shove myself so deep inside you that you won’t be able to breathe without my cock inside you. You’ll always need it. Whether it’s shoved down your throat, stuffed in your pussy or however I want to take you, Princess. Doesn’t that sound heavenly?”
You simply whined out a response, just wanting him inside you already.
“Ah ah ah, behave yourself Princess, I’d hate to leave you like this for the night,” Taehyung tutted.
“Please no! Please give it to me, Taehyung. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me,” you cried.
You wanted to be ashamed of yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You’d never felt something such as this before. Your mind and body were overwhelmed with the sensations. Nothing could compare to the feeling you were experiencing right now. This pleasure that was burning you up from the inside out would surely be the death of you.
“My Princess, you want this?” he asked, stroking himself a bit before lining up with your entrance.
“Yes, yes I want it,” you gasped.
“Say please,” he teased.
“Please! Please please please Taehyung,” you sobbed.
“So eager, alright Princess. Take it,” Taehyung said, grabbing your hair and pulling you back onto his dick for the second time that night.
The full feeling made you want to suffocate, but at the same time you couldn’t help but cry out in blissful agony at the intrusion.
“Does it hurt?” Taehyung asked, looking at you for confirmation.
“No, it doesn’t hurt. Please, you can move,” you urged, bucking your hips back against him.
“Feels good?” he asked, reaching around you and rubbing your throbbing little clit a few times.
“So good,” you encouraged.
“Then make us feel even better Princess, move your hips-yes, oh fuck, like that,” he groaned as you swiveled your hips backwards and moaned into the sheets.
“Gods Taehyung,” you hiccuped, trying to keep yourself in check.
“Feels good doesn’t it Princess, my dick inside you feels good right? Want some more?” he asked, thrusting forward so hard he pushed your face into the beautiful satin fabric of his bed.
You turned your head and looked back, seeing his focused face and sweat pouring from his body.
Your heart clammed up in your chest. Had Taehyung always looked like this? So domineering and strong?
You brought your hands up and gripped a pillow tightly, wanting to scream at how good he was making you feel, but you couldn’t think of anything to say other than his name. So you blubbered his name and felt the tears streaking your face.
“Aw, Princess, are you crying? Is my cock that good that you’re crying over it? Pretty Princess, want more? Does your cunt want my cum?”
You almost choked at his statement. But you clenched around his length like a vice, Taehyung cried out in tandem with you. You both kept egging the other on, making the pleasure double, triple and so on.
But in the process you continued to fuck each other up even more.
“Tae-hnnn-hyung,” you moaned out as he plowed into you. Taehyung’s mind was on one track. To make the both of you cum.
“Fuck, Princess, I’m going to cum, your perfect pussy is going to make me fucking cum Jesus Christ, fuck!” he cried.
“Tae, me too, fuck me too!”
Your walls clamped down on him so tight he swore he wouldn’t be able to move an inch, but he did. Fucking you through your orgasm, Taehyung’s sweat poured down his face as he fell apart. Tears welled up in his vision as he came inside of you. You gasped, looking at the man above you. Tears fell from his cheeks and onto your neck as he shuddered.
“Taehyung-”
“No, just… Call me Tae,” he whispered. “I like it when you say it.”
“Tae,” you said breathlessly. “You’re crying.”
“I think I’m just overwhelmed,” he said, wiping his eyes.
“Do… Do you want me to comfort you?” you asked, blushing harder than you did when he was fucking your brains out.
“Comfort me?” he asked.
“My mother, when I was sick or injured badly, would comfort me. Do you want me to try it?”
You expected the same kind of coldness he’d exhibited before. Or you at least expected him to deny you. What you didn’t expect was for Taehyung to lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around you.
You also didn’t expect the soft voice that he used.
“Yes… please,” he said.
Without much more thought your hands went to his beautiful curly hair. It was getting longer. You found that you liked it this way, there was something to play with. You soothed your fingers over his scalp, rubbing and scratching in just a way that made his toes curl in pleasure.
Softly, you started singing the Ancient’s song. An old village tune that had found a place in your heart since you left home. Taehyung seemed soothed, his breathing had calmed down and you didn’t feel the wet warmth of his tears.
But you didn’t stop either.
You continued scratching and playing with his hair, humming the slow song under your breath as Taehyung fell into sleep. Slowly, somewhere along the lines, you fell asleep too. The nights light illuminating you two as you slept peacefully.
–
The next morning you awoke to find Taehyung looking out over the Kingdom. His shirt and pants were tied on loosely. You saw the bruise on his neck, no doubt from his father. You’d seen it last night and tried to be mindful of not touching it. But there wasn’t any fear in his frame today, he seemed… Awake in a sense.
“Good morning,” you croaked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Good morning, Princess,” he smiled, turning back to you.
His smile was a blinding thing. Boxy yet so charming at the same time. You wondered if he got it from his mother, because certainly his father didn’t have such charm. Perhaps it was a gift his mother left him. Something beautiful to remember her by.
“When did you wake?” you asked, raising a brow.
“Not too long ago,” he said, turning back towards the window.
“I see,” you answered, pulling your dressing gown on and heading towards the balcony.
The castle had several, but this one was by far the largest one you’d seen.
Taehyung came after you, walking towards you slowly as you leaned over the edge.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, turning his head in your direction.
“I did, thank you. And yourself?” you questioned back.
“I slept fine. I’m a little sore though, I must confess. You did a number on me,” he said, rubbing his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rough with you,” you winced. Taehyung noticed immediately however, looking at your stance.
“I believe that should be my line, are you alright? I should’ve been a little gentler,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“No, it was perfect, I enjoyed myself. We should do it again,” you chuckled at his shocked expression.
“Don’t worry, we’ll have to do it again. The Kingdom will need an heir eventually,” he said, looking down at the grass below.
“Let’s not worry about that now.’
The air blew through your dressing gown, making your knees knock together because of the cold.
Taehyung came over and wrapped his arms around you, making the chill leave momentarily. The heat in your cheeks came again and you adjusted yourself in his grasp. What’s with this reaction? It was just Taehyung…
Just… Taehyung.
“Are you cold? Should we go inside? Winter will be here before you know it. Probably best you don’t catch something.”
“I’m fine, Taehyung-”
“I told you last night, call me Tae,” he said, smiling lightly.
He said the nickname as if it pained him. But you did as he asked regardless.
“Tae, I’m alright,” you announced.
He nodded, but kept his grasp firm on you, not letting you go for a moment. You two stood there, basking in the morning light. Until a loud knocking came from the door.
“Your highness! The king is requesting an audience with you.”
“Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” Taehyung hollered back.
“Apologies, highness. We’re here to escort your bride.”
–
“Did you consummate the marriage with my son?” The King asked, looking at you like he was about to be sick.
“Yes, if it worries you that much,” you said blatantly.
“You will not speak to me in such a tone,” the King growled.
Remembering your deal with Taehyung, you bowed your head.
“Apologies Majesty. What is the reason for our meeting,” you asked, keeping your head down.
“Did fucking my son really give you manners? Or is there another matter at play here?”
“Majesty-”
“It matters not, what matters is your mother is withholding troops from me. You will tell her to give me these troops,” he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world transporting Night Crawlers here into the Kingdom.
“My mother no longer controls them. They await my orders now,” you said.
“So you are the one withholding them from me?”
“No, Majesty. News of my marriage with the Crowned Prince will travel to my mother, and once she knows of our union, the warriors will await my command. Please, give it some time,” you said slowly.
“Insolent bitch!”
A sharp sting came to your face.
“Majesty!” Xavier said, coming to your side. “We only sent the bird for their union yesterday. Give it some time. She could be carrying the heir.”
This seemed to sober up the King, looking at your stomach with slight anger and frustration. “Fine, but if those troops aren’t mobilized by the next month, you and I will be having a different conversation,” he said with a sense of finality and walked out the door.
“Go, before he changes his mind,” Xavier said, ice coating his words.
You swallowed hard before turning and walking out of the room, not before you heard Xavier mutter to himself.
“All a part of the plan.”
–
“What did my father want to speak with you about?” Taehyung asked when you were brought back up to his quarters. He was dressed formally now. His back was facing you.
“He wondered why the soldiers weren’t here one day after our union,” you sighed, wincing as you rested your hand on your swollen cheek. Taehyung turned then, about to ask you another question when his face paled.
“W-What happened to your face?” he asked, coming forward to move your hand.
“Your father happened to my face,” you said plainly.
“What do you mean? He hit you?” Taehyung questioned, moving your hand away from your face so he could get a better look.
“And called me an insolent bitch, but words hardly matter at this point,” you sighed when Taehyung’s cool palm made contact with your flaming cheek.
“Maids! Get me some cold water, quickly please. And bring us up some tea,” he said, angling your face to get a better look at the damage.
“Taehy-Tae, it’s alright, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” you said, bringing his hand away from your jaw.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“What are you sorry about? You weren’t there, you couldn’t have done anything-”
“If I could just man up and let him stop pushing me around and-”
“Hey, stop.”
You took his hands in yours and looked him dead in the eye.
“Man, woman, dog-it doesn’t matter. No one deserves being treated the way you’ve been treated by your family member. It’s not about manning up, it’s not about being tough. It’s about knowing your worth, and knowing that you don’t deserve that kind of treatment.It’s hard when you’ve been bullied into thinking poorly about yourself for so long but, the fact of the matter is, you don’t deserve that. No one does. So, you can do something about it, or you don’t. It’s simple.”
Taehyung sighed. “If I challenge my father, he could question my right to the throne.”
“But the people, Taehyung, think of your Kingdom. Think of them, and how much they look up to you. You’re in good favor. Even if it may not seem like it. The people here, they respect you, they like you.”
“They’re mad I married a Night Crawler woman,” Taehyung sighed.
“Is the Jung threat-”
“Don’t, don’t ask questions you’re not ready to know the answer to.”
Taehyung’s voice turned cold as a winter’s night. It was as if you could feel the temperature drop in the room at his very words.
“And you know whether I’m ready or not?” you asked, raising a brow.
“Y/N, this is serious. This is something meant for the strategists and the King, not us. Not now-”
“Highness? We’ve brought some water for you and your wife,” a maid’s voice carried through the door.
“Yes, please come in,” Taehyung said, moving away to gather up the items brought in by the servants. A platter of tea and biscuits were placed in front of you, the aroma pleasing but not overpowering.
Taehyung brought the ice water over, setting the cloth inside of it slowly before wringing it out and approaching you. You stayed put, letting him tend to you. Gently, he placed the cloth on your cheek, watching your face for signs of pain.
All you felt was relief.
The heat from your swollen face diminished, and a heat of a different kind rose in your belly.
Taehyung’s tender side made you think of how he’d taken care of you last night as well. You bit your lip and looked at Taehyung’s features. Striking jaw line, beautiful eyes and a cute little mole on his face.
You brought your hand up to his wrist, gently locking your fingers around his arm.
“Tae,” you started.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“I-I want to have sex again.”
“Again? Already? Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I enjoyed myself last night and-well. I don’t bleed for another few days so why not?”
“I’m trying to be gentle with you, we’re not rabbits,” Taehyung chuckled. You pouted softly.
“Please, I want to, do you not want to? Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-”
“That’s most certainly not the case Y/N,” his voice was husky.
“Then why not?” you whined.
“Because, we have company,” Taehyung muttered, looking towards the door.
“That you do,” Jimin and Seokjin announced, walking inside your room.
“I think my wife has had plenty of meetings for one day,” Taehyung said, standing up to face the two men.
“Quite right, Prince Taehyung,” Jimin said. “That’s why we’re here for you.”
“Me?” Taehyung asked.
“Yes, you are to begin your training regimen once more,” Seokjin said firmly.
“Now?”
“Yes, you are to come with us to the courtyard. Princess Y/N is welcome to follow us,” Seokjin said, looking at you with a challenge in his eyes. “Perhaps she could even show us some of her techniques as a Night Crawler woman. We are meant to be fighting with them soon, perhaps we should see what one can do.”
“I don’t think she’s ready. She’s been out of practice, we wouldn’t want her hurting herself,” Jimin stated.
“Oh? Out of practice… Very well then, let me show you what I can do.”
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Summoning of Yoongles the demon, super minor character death, mentions of a car accident. (If I forgot anything please let me know).
Summary: As the last daughter of a dying business empire, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Or, well… The hands of a demon.
Shame was such an aggravating emotion. One that you’d been familiar with your entire life.
You’d never been the smartest daughter. Never been the prettiest teen. Wasn’t polite enough to sit through political meetings and corporate galas.
You weren’t interested in boys, no you were much more concerned with staying afloat in your cutthroat family…
Your older sister had beauty, as well as the tact of interpersonal relations.
Your older brother had the brains and smarts to operate behind the scenes of the corporation. Heading to Yale in the fall he will be the pride of the family.
Mother, a graduate of New York University holding a Masters degree in Business Management. She is beauty and brains wrapped in a size 3 pencil skirt and a blouse that tempts the unmarried and teases those with the hallowed rings.
Father, a graduate of Harvard, working hard for his double major in accounting and statistics. He was the heir to a corporate boheimeth that his parents had started in their early teens.
And you were the last one.
The vicious businesswoman. The one who would risk it all to prove that you were worth it. Being the youngest meant you had the most to lose. You weren’t the smartest, but you were cunning. You weren’t the prettiest, but you had assets that did the same. You weren’t the perfect depiction of pedigree, but you had guts. You were the risk taker. The one who saw others flaws and exploited them. You were ruthless and weren’t afraid to fail because you wouldn’t let it happen.
Until it was all ripped away.
March 24th started as they all do. Earlier than you wanted and with a delicately crafted ponytail.
But when 10:30 am rolled around, instead of heading in for your quarterly meeting with the marketing team, you were pulled aside.
Your family had been killed early that morning in a drunk driving accident after the company dinner you weren’t allowed to go to.
Your sister and father were dead within moments of impact. Your mother hung on, but died around twenty minutes later. Your brother made it all the way to the hospital until he died before he could hit the operating table.
Soon, you were being rushed to the hospital. Having to sign away rights and things of that nature. Doing the paperwork made your wrist ache, and you knew it was far from over.
More stacks.
More questions.
It was a shit show.
The police came and so did lawyers.
And then there was the cherry on top of the whole fucking cake.
Your mother, she was a clever woman, had put an asterisk in her will as well as your fathers. That in order for any of their children to inherit their company. They had to be married.
No half way commitment, marriage or no cash cow. When the lawyers had read that note aloud you almost puked.
And until you were married, Mathias Kruinski would be in charge of the corporation.
That fucking, misogynistic shit heap. Knowing that you would be the heiress no doubt crawled under his skin. He’s always liked your sister better anyways.
You had no doubt that he would try to get you out of the company with any chance he could. But there was a rule in the foundation of the company that if one of the ancestors wasn’t running it, then it wasn’t to be run.
However, cows produce milk, and farmers are always thirsty.
So, while you were busy pushing papers and making a laughing stock of your family and yourself. The big fuckers just kept getting richer…
And like fuck you were going to stand for that.
So, you researched the most ridiculous sounding, miracle working, things you were embarrassed to even think about.
And that’s how you found yourself out here in the wilderness, in the middle of the night. Shivering your perfectly shaved legs off.
Standing there you were really on your last hope. You’d called all your ex boyfriends in hope of persuading them into being your husband’s for a few years. However, they had all moved on, finding wives and even another husband in one case. But the problem still stood. You were left without a husband. And that meant, Mathias still stood at the top.
So here you were, standing at the crossroads waiting for what you hoped would be your miracle. It was cold, and your skirt was a little shorter than necessary. However, if your sister could do it then so could you. If your mother could win a new asset to the company with a button of her shirt, then you could get a husband doing the same.
Surely you could, right?
Doubt swirled in your mind as you thought of all the taunts that sunk into your surprisingly thin skin throughout the years.
‘No man wants a girl who looks like a horse!’
‘You’re just a pretty face to add to the company… Not even a pretty face, just a name.’
‘She’s not beauty, she’s certainly not grace, and she’ll punch you in the face!’
Shaking your head with an aggressive snarl, you crossed your arms over your chest. You were being stupid sitting out here in the cold.
A clap of thunder rolled through the sky and you felt a shiver go down your spine. Something very wrong happened. Or, something very wrong was going to happen. For some reason, you now felt the strong urge to run. To get the fuck out of dodge while you could. Just as you were about to do that very thing, you suddenly couldn’t move.
“It’s not very often I see someone around here,” a low and disinterested voice rang. Spinning around on your heel you found the owner.
He stood before you, dressed in a beautiful black suit that seemed expensive, and you were trained to find things of that nature. His gaze moved up and down your body, seeming to assess you. Subconsciously you rubbed your hands together.
You couldn’t fucking believe it… Had it actually worked? Had the stupid kids story been true all this time?
“A-Are you, uh… are you the crossroad dude?” You asked, dropping formalities.
His eyebrow went up and he smirked. “Depends, why do you want to know?”
You strutted forward, heels sinking in the dirt. “Listen, I’m not in the mood for games. So either you’re the guy I’m looking for, or you aren’t. Simple as that. I need to know,” you urged.
“Say I am, what do you need from me?”
You looked him up and down. He was handsome, definitely could make a move as old money. Something people couldn’t deny.
“I need you to marry me,” you declared.
His eyebrows shot up, and then he glared at you. “Are you baiting me into a church? Do you honestly think me to be that dumb?”
You shook your head furiously. “I don’t want a ceremony. I just want you to be my husband. It doesn’t even need to be for long. Just enough time for me to take over the corporation. Oh, and you’ll need to get me pregnant.”
He scoffed and turned away. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know you need souls, if you do this for me you’d get mine in return!”
He froze and you held your breath.
“Do you know what you’re asking for? Do you know the gravity of the price you are to pay?”
He didn’t move.
“I know,” you answered.
You blinked and the man appeared in front of you, glaring with bright red eyes on display. You bit your lip and swallowed hard. Fear ran rampant through your chest, but you couldn’t keep your eyes from staring into the crimson depths of his own. He didn’t look like a demon, he looked like a damn angel… Although, perhaps he didn’t look like either.
No.. You knew it now…
He was Sin embodied.
“You don’t know, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Let me fill you in, shall I? If we sign this contract, make this deal… your soul will be mine,” he began.
“I know, and that’s fine-“
“Like an insolent child you continue to blather on before your elder is finished. Silence yourself,” he growled. His hand closed around your throat and you couldn’t breathe well.
Terror gripped your heart.
“Now, let me see how much it’s worth…”
His hand didn’t stray from your neck, but his grip became ice cold, as if water from the Arctic was being pumped through your veins. The pain overwhelmed you as he furrowed his brow. “Mmm, cold but still so bright. You’ve been hurt before no doubt,” he grinned. “This would be a great addition…”
You writhed in his arms, agony stealing away your breath. Shuddering when he let go, you collapsed to the dirt underneath you. Gasping hard you felt as though you couldn’t catch your breath. That kind of pain was terrifying. Was that what you’d be feeling if you promised your soul to him? Would this all be worth it?
No, you couldn’t back out now. Mathias wouldn’t win, not if you had to sell your soul to make it happen.
The man raised a brow at your appearance. You were well dressed, groomed and clean. No doubt a wealthier individual. Why would you be coming to him? Marry him? What a load of shit.
“H-how much is it worth?” You huffed, struggling to stand up.
He mused for a few minutes. “I’ll give you fifteen years to live, then I’ll come and collect.”
Fifteen years. That was enough time.
“The question is, what do you want?” He asked.
“I told you, marry me!” You yelled.
His eyebrows raised. “No, are you insane?”
“Are you allowed to refuse people? Even with a soul like mine?” You tried.
He furrowed his brows at you. Lowering himself to your level, his eyes were still a startling red color. “Listen, I can give you a husband. But to ask for me isn’t an option,” he said.
“I don’t want a human, because then there’s too much time wasted trying to convince them to marry me! I don’t want to be cheated out of my time. For all I know that husband will come that day before you come to collect. I’m on a time limit, and not just yours,” you explained.
“Lady, I don’t have time for this. I’ve got plenty of other people to make deals with-“
“What can I do to change your mind? What do you want?”
You watched as the man’s eyes narrowed. “Your soul is supposed to be what I want, but what you’re asking isn’t something I can give as a lower demon. I’m not a miracle worker,” he told you.
Your heart sank. Even a demon was telling you that your idea wasn’t going to come to fruition. Fuck, everything you’d been working to do… it wasn’t going to happen, because you weren’t good enough.
“Fuck,” you whispered, head dropping as tears burned in your eyes. “God damn it!” You screamed.
The man watched as your fists clenched in the dirt underneath your body. The sheer shame and agony radiating off of you was intense, so much so that he was startled. Never in his years of wandering this stupid fucking road, waiting for the day a stupid human came along to ask for his help, had he felt pain such as this. How had this happened? What caused your soul to twist into this agonized lump in your throat.
“Fucking worthless piece of shit,” you growled, struggling to stand on your feet.
“We have a deal,” he said.
You peaked his interest. This pain had to come from somewhere. And he wanted to know how you had been turned into this. Your soul wasn’t blackened, like some he’s seen. In fact, yours wasn’t too bad. Maybe a little tainted with pride and greed. But most humans were like that.
Your tear stained eyes looked up at him with shock. “R-really? You’ll marry me?” You asked.
“You have fifteen years, once the fifteen years are up, I will collect your soul and it will be mine for the rest of eternity. Do you accept these terms?” He asked, settling on his knees before you.
“Yes, I accept,” you breathed.
“Then our contract only needs the binding seal,” he whispered, leaning forward.
You blinked before you felt his lips against yours. You tried to keep yourself from fighting him off. He kissed you deeply and so hard that your back bent slightly. His mouth was cool against your heated flesh. It was like swallowing heroin. His kiss made you incredibly thirsty for more. Never wanting to relinquish his mouth.
Perhaps making a child with him wouldn’t be so bad…
He pulled back after a few moments to stare into your eyes. “And so, you belong to me.”
—-
The car ride home was silent. The man you coerced into marrying you being sat in your front seat, leaning back.
“So,” you breathed, turning onto your main road. “What’s your name?”
“You can call me Yoongi,” he said, eyes remaining shut.
“Alright, Yoongi… That’s, a, nice name,” you tried.
“For a business woman you’re really shit at this whole small talk stuff,” he commented. Again, not opening his eyes.
“I never told you I was a business woman,” you stated, keeping your eyes locked on the road.
Yoongi sighed and placed a beautifully manicured hand against the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, have you forgotten already that I’m a demon? I don’t need you to tell me those things,” he informed.
“Oh, well… I guess that should be implied then…”
The ride became silent once more. Yoongi seeming to fall asleep in the plush leather seat of your 2019 Cadillac CT8. At least now you could get a good look at him without him noticing…
Peering at him carefully through the corner of your eyes you examined your new spouse. His hair was soft platinum, almost white in color. It seemed smooth, but styled. You wondered if it was as nice to touch as it was to look at. His skin was pale, unmarred by any scars or blemishes that could make him seem human in any way. His suit was tailored, appearing to be an Armani or Tom Ford original. The beautiful satin material of his tie blended into the black of his suit with such cut precision it had to have been hand made. He really was a demon, wasn’t he? This wasn’t a joke, he was the real deal.
Your heart rate prattled in your chest dangerously. Fear began to take over as you realized you were damned to hell. Would this stupid company be worth your eternal damnation?
More importantly, would you even be remembered long enough for it to matter? And just because you managed to find a husband, didn’t guarantee that your company would succeed under your management. You had the guts and enough brains to make some deals that had turned out beneficial in the past… but that had always been your sister’s strong suit.
People liked her…
For fucksake, you had to go force a demon into being your husband.
Looking back at his sleeping for you saw red eyes that shone into yours-
Wait.
“You’re creepy, staring at me like that,” he said one eye peaked open a bit.
“I-I wasn’t-“
“If you have questions, ask them,” he demanded, shutting his eyes once more.
“I just…” You trailed off. What was there to say?
Honestly, now that you had what you originally thought you wanted… you were just scared. He was an honest to God Demon…
“Just? You humans are so fickle. Get what you want then don’t know what to do with it,” he sneered. “Whatever you decide, our contract is sealed.”
“I know, you still have my lipstick on you,” you laughed.
Yoongi rubbed his mouth, pouting a little as he saw some pink on his hand. You found his facial expressions oddly human, for a creature of pure evil.
“You don’t look like a demon,” you said, raising a brow.
“Cause I didn’t used to be one,” Yoongi said.
“What?” You said, turning to look at him. Your interest was thoroughly peaked.
“There’s a stop light,” he muttered.
“SHIT!”
You screamed as you slammed on your brakes and your car skidded to a stop just before a large semi barreled through the intersection. Your chest heaved at your near death experience. Is that how fast it happened for your family members? That heart shattering panic that floods into adrenaline.
“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice came through your thoughts as you stared ahead, mouth agape.
The fear and anxiety poured out of you in a delicious amount that Yoongi welcomed. Your emotions were already feeding him well. Being away from the crossroads wouldn’t be so bad if you provided this routinely. A small smile graced his face as he thought of all the peril he could put you in, only to save you at the last second… the energy you’d give off then might intoxicate him.
“Shut up,” you growled, driving off once the light turned green.
Yoongi just shrugged and leaned against the cool window yet again.
—
You opened the door to your apartment, dropping your keys in the bowl as you did every night. Exhaustion coursed through your veins and all you wanted was to go to sleep. You had a big corporate meeting in the morning that no doubt would be a pain in your ass fully rested. Now with merely three hours to sleep, you already hated it.
Just as you were going to turn into your bedroom, a cough caught your attention. Yoongi stood in your doorway, looking oddly appropriate with the chic interior you selected. He examined your face before raising an eyebrow.
“Where will I be staying for the next fifteen years, my wife?” He asked, a sinister gleam in his eyes.
You rolled your eyes and pointed to the couch. “Sleep there, or brood, whatever you do. Knock yourself out,” you said, almost teaching your bedroom once more. But he had to open that beautiful mouth again.
“Why can’t I sleep with you? I thought I was to be your husband?” he said, a mocking frown sat on his lips.
“You aren’t my husband yet, and I don’t need the company thinking I roped you into marry me because I was pregnant. No, we should be married a little while before we try for a baby,” you nodded.
“Do you even think I am capable of impregnating you?”
“I’m sure you can find a way,” you said looking down at his crotch before looking back up in his eyes.
Yoongi glared at you before walking over to the couch and sitting down with grace. His eyes trailed over your form. “I’m sure I will.”
“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you said, walking into your room.
—
“Mmm, so warm,” a voice murmured to your right.
A strong embrace surrounded you. Comfort suffused your entire being. When was the last time someone had held you in their arms? How long has it been since you felt the warmth of another body near yours?
“Warm, soft… fuck I forgot how soft human women are,” a deep voice grumbled.
Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked down at your waist. Pale arms were secured there.
“What the fuck?!” You screamed, kicking backwards.
A groan erupted from the demon behind you as he fell off the bed.
“Yoongi?!” You yelled.
“Fucking-fuck, we’re definitely not having a kid now!”
“What are you doing in my bed??” You screamed.
“Well I couldn’t sleep last night, and you started up a fuss in here so. I came in, you were thrashing around in your sleep, I walked over then you kinda man handled me and threw me in bed with you. Unfortunately we weren’t able to try for that baby you want. But, another day. Anyways, you forced me to cuddle you and eventually you fell back asleep. And now I think you’ve ruptured a testicle,” he groaned.
Your cheeks flooded with heat as you tried not to picture yourself throwing the attractive male into your bed. “I-I’m so sorry, uh. We have to go, you should propose in front of the office today. That way, there won’t be any doubt,” you coughed, heading for your shower quickly.
While the hot water rained down on you, you couldn’t help but have the phantom touches of Yoongi on your skin. His strong arms holding you flush against his body made you shiver, despite the scalding liquid hitting your flesh.
“Get a hold of yourself… he’s a deal and nothing more,” you whispered.
“Are you almost done? I gotta piss!”
“An annoying deal.”
—
The walk to the office felt like going to the gallows. You told Yoongi you needed to buy a ring first but he denied you, insisting he’d do one better.
The doorman bowed to you as he entered the door, eyeing Yoongi with curiosity.
“Miss, who is this man?” He asked, halting your movement.
“My boyfriend, Alfred, let him through please,” you sighed.
Alfred looked at you in shock. “M-Miss?”
“Yoongi have you never been to the office before?” You asked, lying through your teeth.
Yoongi could feel the sensation of how your lies affected you. Fuck it was intoxicating… how your heart sped up and your hands became clammy. But he’d play along, such was the deal.
“Don’t think so babe, you Guard this place like an angry shark,” he teased.
A scoff left your lips. “I do not, now come on. I don’t want to be late for my meeting,” you said ushering him inside passed your stunned doorman.
The two of you made it to the elevator and you looked at Yoongi, wrought with nerves.
“Do you think he bought it?” You asked, grabbing at your skirt anxiously.
“Hook, line and sinker my dear,” Yoongi soothed.
Your heart let up a smidge, letting you breathe a little easier now.
The elevator rose to the 17th floor and the pair of you got off. “Should we hold hands?” You asked.
“Will seemed forced, better not now,” he offered. A nod set the two of you ahead.
“So before the shareholders meeting, I’m going to act as if you’re dropping me off. Then-“
“Yeah drop to my knees and beg for you,” he growled. You swallowed hard before pushing him away.
“Shut up, grovel and then I’ll think about it,” you sneered.
Yoongi merely shrugged before you finally made it to your desk. You arranged all your paperwork as always, handing random objects to Yoongi as you did so.
“Okay, so my meeting is in about twenty so please make sure you go and drop off the prescription at 10:00, no later,” you demanded, making up some mundane errand to ease suspicion.
“Yes, yes babe, I got it,” Yoongi said, helping you gather your things.
“Walk with me?”
“Always.”
Yoongi followed you, gathering the attention of the whole floor while he was at it. You tried to hold your smirk until later. The fellow woman watched with keen interest as a new specimen came into their den.
Yoongi walked forward, wrapping his hand in your easily, locking his fingers into place as it seemed.
You let him hold your hand as you approached the meeting room. He was silent, brooding and examining everyone in the room. Having him made you feel exhilaratingly powerful.
“This is me, I’ll see you later, yes?” You said, turning to face him. Suddenly, Yoongi looked nervous.
“Hang on,” he said, holding your wrist.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, genuine.
“Excuse me, everyone! Can I have your attention?” Yoongi yelled. Everyone in the conference room and those in the office looked your way.
“What are you doing?”
“Shut up and follow me,” he whispered. “Four years ago, I met a woman. She was quick witted, sassy, stubborn and a genuine pain in my ass.”
The office murmured as he continued.
“But, she has a soft spot for cats and cheap wine. She likes to fall asleep while watching movies because it’s too quiet without the noise. She hates black coffee, but drinks it because her mom did. Her favorite food is Mac n cheese with extra cheese. All of these things I found out along the way… all of these things, are just a few examples of why I love her so much,” he said.
Your eyes widened. T-those were all true… how did he..?
“And, everyday I find something new that makes me love her just that little bit more. So, Y/N,” he said, getting down on one knee and bringing out a beautiful ring, “would you do me the honor of letting me find a new thing I love about you each day… for the rest of our lives?” He asked.
A collective gasp rang throughout the office. Yoongi waited patiently, looking nervous as hell. You felt a real smile grace your face as you nodded.
“Yes! Yes yes, I will Yoongi!” You cried. Tears formed in your eyes as Yoongi stood up, slipping the ring on your finger and wrapping his arms around you.
The building erupted in claps and cheers. You clung to Yoongi tightly. You smiled so wide your cheeks began to hurt. Because finally… finally you would have access to your birthright.
And no one would be able to stop you.
Yoongi let you go, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. A couple girls came up and started cooing at your ring, you simply giggled along with them.
A few men gathered around Yoongi patting him on the back and introducing themselves. He eased right in, conversing and making his impression.
Mathias came from the conference room, looking at you and Yoongi with an ice cold stare, and a viper like grin on his face. “My dear Miss Y/N, congratulations,” he stated.
People scattered as he approached, knowing a snake in the grass when they saw one. You stood firm, Yoongi coming over and wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Thank you Mathias,” you smiled. Yoongi leaned forward, shaking his hand with a strong grip.
“I’m Min Yoongi. My family runs and operates several vineyards in the West. I’m sure you’ve heard of Chateau de Fleur?” He said.
“Yes, lovely company. That was quite a speech about our young Miss Y/N. I’m sure you’re aware of her involvement in the company,” he stated.
“Mhmm, Y/N has told me much about her work and her family’s history. Incredible fundamentals this corporation is founded on,” he noted.
“Indeed. See, Miss Y/N… I had no idea you were in such a serious relationship. I’ve known you since you were a child, I thought I could read you better than that,” Mathias tutted.
“Perhaps you were too focused on the young girl I was instead of the woman I am becoming,” you warned.
Yoongi let an easy smile fall on his face. “Well babe, I’m sure this is an important meeting. Don’t want to keep your people waiting there. I’ll see you at home, yes?” He said, smiling brightly.
A soft flutter erupted in your stomach.
Someone would be waiting for you to get home. Someone was going to be anticipating you walking through those doors… not just dirty dishes and stale air. A… a person.
“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” you whispered.
“I love you,” Yoongi hummed, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips before giving a short nod to Mathias. “It was a pleasure, I look forward to seeing you again.”
“Likewise, I’d love to hear more about Chateau de Fleur, Perhaps there is a deal in our future?” Mathis hunted.
Yoongi beamed widely. “I’d love to explore those options, we should talk about that babe. Bye!” He waved, heading towards the elevator.
“Interesting young man,” Mathias breathed.
“Yes, he is,” you grinned.
“Come, the shareholders meeting was already delayed because of you. Hurry up,” Mathias growled. You rolled your eyes and headed in, a weapon on your finger more deadly than a knife or a gun.
Marriage.
—
“Yoongi, are you going to help me pick out these napkin colors or are you letting me pick the ivory?” you tested. Yoongi grumbled from his place on the couch.
“Who cares? People are going to wipe their mouths with them anyways,” he sighed.
“I care,” you murmured, selecting the ivory color on your phone. “It’s ivory and there’s nothing you can do about it,” you smirked.
“You realize that I can change that order, right?”
You scoffed. “I thought you were just a lower demon.”
Suddenly, you were pinned against the wall in a painfully tight grip. Fear flushed your being as you stared into two bright red eyes. Pain flared in your throat as Yoongi’s grip grew tighter. Air flow was restricted and you seemed to get a little delirious from the lack of oxygen. A whimper escaped you as Yoongi leaned in close.
“I may be a lower demon, but that is still a demon, no? I have power, I can make you suffer.” To emphasize his point, his thumb nail drove into the soft flesh of your neck, tickling your jugular with fearful accuracy. “ Your clock is ticking, brat. Better make eternity in Hell worth it.”
Then, he was back on the couch. As if nothing had transpired between the two of you. Your heart hammered dangerously against your chest as you looked at him now. His demeanor completely different. You had underestimated him.
A mistake you wouldn’t make again.
Pushing yourself off the wall, you leveled your breathing. Checking the coffee pot you sighed, shaking as you spilled your caffeinated beverage all over the counter. Your voice, however, was eerily calm.
“So, ivory?”
–
You walked into work, knees a little wobbly. Yoongi’s attitude towards you hadn’t really changed. But it didn’t need to. The promise was there. The thought that if he really wanted to do something he could It wouldn’t take him long at all. Simple snap of his fingers and-
“Y/N? You okay?” A soft voice echoed in your ears.
“Mhm?” you said, lifting your head and finding Jungkook, your assistant, looking at you with concern.
“You’ve been staring off into space for a while. Everything okay?”
You cleared your throat and nodded your head. “Yes, I’m fine. But, thanks Jungkook. I mean it,” you smiled. Jungkook seemed to turn a shade pinker at your tone before focusing back on his paperwork in front of him.
Standing up you collected your own documents and headed towards your cubicle.
Work progressed the same as it always did. Slowly, but surprisingly without incident. It was normal for someone, mainly a member of the board to come by and harass you… At least a little snide comment. But there was nothing today. You leaned over to Jungkook and nudged his chair a little as you walked by. He turned to you with a confused expression.
“What?” he asked.
“Why hasn’t anyone come over here?” you asked.
“Don’t question it, I’m not,” he whispered.
“But don’t you think it’s weird? I mean… Usually I’d have been called a name by now,” you said, baffled by the lack of cutting vocabulary being thrown in your direction for the day.
“Probably because no one want to incur the wrath of your fiance,” Jungkook rebuked.
“What?” you asked, shock suffusing your being.
“Yeah, you didn’t see the way he looked at everyone. It was like they were all prey and he was a hunter with the prized doe on his arm,” Jungkook explained, turning back to his cold latte and even colder stats.
Your face turned an embarrassing shade of red at his statement. Did Yoongi really do that? Was he looking at you that way?
Shaking your head you scoffed. “Please, he’s just over protective,” you said, wanting the conversation to end already.
“You’re really lucky, he obviously cares a lot about you,” Jungkook announced.
You let yourself smile, heading back to work.
The day continued, you let yourself stand a little taller, walk with purpose around the building. Everyone noticed your boost in mood, some people even making mention in passing.
‘You’re in a good mood today?’
‘Looking chipper Miss Y/N!’
‘With a man like that I’d be happy too!’
Yoongi was a little shit. But if he fulfilled his promises, then maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
“Hey babe,” a husky voice interrupted your thoughts. You froze as Yoongi stood before you.
Speak of the Devil and he appears.
“Hi,” you smiled softly, moving to hug him.
Yoongi and yourself had come to the conclusion that PDA was to be expected. There were rules that you weren’t to cross for your own sanity. No kissing on the mouth. No touching when at home, unless there was company over. No groping, fondling or anything of a sexual nature unless child making was involved.
Yoongi whined about that last one.
“We should practice before we try to make a baby for real. It’s important to practice those things,” he’d complain.
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. “How’s my girl?” he asked.
“Good,” you whispered back. Eyes shining as you beheld the man you managed to snag as your husband, even if it was at the cost of your soul.
“Brought you some lunch,” he said, holding up a bag for you to see. A smile broke out across your face.
“Is it what I hope it is?” you announced, slightly bouncy on your feet.
“Mac n’ cheese with extra cheese,” he nodded. You squeaked in approval, gathering your stuff and heading to your desk. Yoongi followed close behind. Everyone looked up, as they always did. Yoongi practically demanded the attention of a room, without even trying.
Sitting down, Yoongi pulled up a chair. He watched you as you ate, enjoying every morsel.
Humans were such simple creatures in his mind. Things such as food and shelter are so important, so much so that it morphs into greed, gluttony and the seven deadly sins that he lives by.
But watching you now, enjoying something so mundane, made him chuckle lightly. You turned and looked at him, confusion on your face. As well as a bunch of mac n’ cheese. Yoongi shook his head, bringing a napkin up to wipe your mouth.
“You’re being messy, baby,” he tutted, making your heart flutter in your chest.
“S-sorry,” you whispered, eyes big at his proximity. His eyes flashed to your lips, then back to your eyes. Slowly, he leaned in. Without your knowing, you did too. You could feel his breath on your face. A minty scent hitting your nose.
Just as you closed your eyes to accept the coming contact, someone cleared their throat behind you. You jumped back, looking up as your cheeks flushed red. Mathias stood there, an unimpressed smirk on his face.
“Now, this is a professional environment Ms. Y/N, please try to contain yourself,” he scolded. You bit your lip and nodded lamely.
Yoongi practically basked in the sheer hatred and shame rolling off your body. It was exhilarating to feel your emotions. He absorbed it all, making you feel unusually drained. Gripping the table you felt yourself falling to the side slightly.
Yoongi jumped in to play his role dutifully.
“Baby, Y/N? Are you alright?” he asked, placing his hand on your back. You nodded, already having the sensation pass.
“Yeah, thank you, Yoongi,” you said, genuine.
“Perhaps you should go home for the day, rest up. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to the heiress of our company,” Mathias breathed, eyeing you with pity. But it wasn’t cause you weren’t feeling well. No, the pity was for himself. The fact that he had to be civil with you, that the company was yours and not his.
Yoongi stood in front of you before you had a chance to respond. “C’mon babygirl, I’ll take you home,” Yoongi announced. Another pet name that made your heart hammer and lower stomach clench.
“I-Jungkook still needs-“ you started, but Mathias quickly shut you down.
“I’m sure the boy will survive without you for the next three hours. Head home Miss Y/N,” the snake smiled. “And feel better.”
—
The two of you made it out to the car, Yoongi’s grip still secure around your waist. You sighed and moved out of Yoongi’s grasp.
“There’s no one watching anymore, you don’t have to hang on like that,” you said, still a little wobbly on your feet.
“Don’t be an idiot. You’re no fun when you’re like this,” he stated, bringing you back into his arms.
“Yoongi,” you breathed.
“Wouldn’t want anything to happen to my bride,” he snickered. You shoved at his shoulder, causing him to stumble backwards.
“Yoongi!” you yelped, hanging on tighter before he collapsed backwards, you square on top of him.
“Fuck!”
“Yoongi! I’m so sorry!”
“Fucking fuck, Y/N, do you have a kink for permentantly damaging people that I don’t know about or what?”
“It was an accident, don’t be so over dramatic,” you said, standing up quickly.
Yoongi groaned and moaned on the floor, being his usual pain in the ass self. Without thinking much about it, you held your hand out for him. Looking at the offer, Yoongi accepted, having you help haul him to his feet without much fuss.
“Thanks,” he said, brushing off his shoulders and looking at you with mild interest.
“Sure,” you said, turning to go to your study.
“Wait a second,” he said, grabbing your wrist gently.
“What?” You asked, looking back at him.
“Don’t you want to finish your food?” he asked, holding out the bag to you again.
“No thanks, I’m kinda nauseous now,” you said, holding your stomach.
“Okay, whatever you want,” he said, putting the mac n’ cheese in the fridge. You smiled and started to go upstairs when he spoke again. “You look nice today, by the way,” he mentioned.
“Huh?” you asked, brows furrowing.
“I said you look nice, is it a crime to give you a compliment?” he said.
“No, it’s just, no ulterior motives? Is this just a ploy to get in my pants or-”
“All I did was say you look nice! Jeez, what’s up with you and your weird conclusion jumping. Maybe I did it just to be nice huh? Maybe just because I’m a demon doesn’t mean I’m not nice,” he said.
You felt shame roll off you again, good lord was it irritating. Why did a scolding from him make you feel so… disappointed?
“Sorry, guess I’m just a little-woah,” you said, wavering on your feet.
Yoongi could feel your light embarrassment, but before he could stop himself, he was absorbing the negative energy from you. And since he’d already fed on you once today, twice would be pushing it for your body.
“Hang on,” he said, walking up to you.
“What is it?” You asked, looking at him in confusion as he lifted you off your feet again.
“You can’t keep having negative emotions around me,” he said, carrying you up the stairs towards your room.
“What do you mean? I can do whatever I want with my emotions!” you yelled as he kept going on up the steps.
“Not around me you can’t,” Yoongi said softly.
“What are you talking about?” you asked as he brought you to your room.
“Negative emotions, it’s what demons feed off of. What we crave, shame, embarrassment, humiliation and disgrace. We love it, the degradation it gives to you humans. We absorb it into our bodies, and that’s what keeps us going. So, every time you have a negative emotion around me, I’ll absorb your energy and it’ll drain you. That’s why you almost fainted earlier, because of me,” Yoongi explained.
“So, no negative emotions around you?”
“Not unless you wanna keel over,” Yoongi stated.
“You think I’m a fragile little girl?” you asked.
“In the hands of a demon, anything is fragile,” he warned.
Setting you on the bed Yoongi began to head towards the door, when your hand shot out on its own accord. Betrayer. Just as you felt the cool of his skin you froze. You weren’t sure why you’d grabbed him, what purpose you had for doing so. But it felt nice to hold his hand, it was smooth against your own, hands that had been dirtied by years of greed. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Yoongi. But he was always unpredictable.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, keeping his hand locked with yours.
“I-I don’t know why I did that,” you hastily told him. Moving to break your hands apart, Yoongi simply placed his other hand on top of your two combined ones.
“You humans are always so fascinating. Not knowing why you do things, when you are in full control of your actions. You wanted to touch someone, I’m here, so you touched me. And that’s okay,” he said, giving you a soft smile.
“It-It is?” you asked, wincing.
“Listen, Y/N, we need to get over whatever this weirdness in between is, we aren’t going to convince people we’re in love if everytime I touch you you shy away or if I can’t kiss you. There’s no way Mathias will believe our marriage is real,” he said.
With a sigh you confirmed your fears.
“I know,” you said, running your fingers through your hair.
“I’m your partner in this, not your enemy,” Yoongi said, sitting down next to you.
“You’re right. I’ve been way too restrictive for my own comfort. If I want to kick Mathias out of my company for good, I have to be stronger,” you said to yourself.
“That’s correct,” Yoongi smiled.
“I will be stronger,” you glared at the wall, “I will win.”
Yoongi nodded.
“You’re right, and with me at your side, you’ll be unstoppable,” he smirked.
“Yoongi,” you said, jumping up. “We’ve got some work to do.”
It’s been a while. I apologize for that but I’m back with some serious smut does that make it better???
Anyways, here’s a Kook crack fic because I am a simp for him.
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Jungkook X Reader)
Genre: Crack, Smut, Romance, Lil bit of Fluff
Warnings: *cracks knuckles* aight here we go. Smut Warnings: Oral, Female/Male Recieving, face fucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, spit kink, daddy kink, name calling, degradation (Jungkook calls her dumb and stuff be she wants it I swear), unprotected sex (DON’T DO AS I WRITE pls), Creampie, lil aftercare, Jungkook is so in love, and so is reader pls save them.
Words: 8.9k
Rating: 18+
Summary: You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn’t. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.
These past five months of your life had been, eventful, to say the least. Hell, the past 8 months have been wilder still. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, is a former boytoy. Playboy, man whore, fuck bucket whatever you wanna call it, he was that. You were a little sheltered. Not like, amish sheltered, but sheltered, nonetheless. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but that’s neither here nor there. Jungkook had been a notorious name around town. A server at the local diner, he was known to be flirtatious and entirely too handsome for his own good. And you? Well, you were a local high school counselor, helping the troubled youth of today.
More like: Helping teen drama queens and delinquents not kill each other on a day to day basis.
There was the odd time you did make a difference in some lives, but most of the time it was petty bullshit that could easily be solved by a little maturity.
You two knew each other, it was a smaller town and most everyone knew everyone. You had graduated a year ahead of Jungkook but you both went to the community college together, although you knew each other and passed in the halls you knew he wasn’t a long term deal. He fucked a few times then ditched, that was his thing. He was notorious for running out of parties with different girls, it was what he did.
You did your same old routine. School and work, funnily enough, at the same diner Jungkook still works at. But when you graduated college you realized home is where your heart lied. So you stayed. Grabbing a decent sized house near your grandparents that had raised you. And nabbing a new job that was infuriating yet rewarding.
Now, all you had to do was find a husband. According to your grandmother.
It’s not like she was forcing you, but she encouraged you to find a life partner, someone to share your home and life with. You know, real soft stuff.
But that’s when Jungkook had entered your life yet again.
In the form of a life saving event.
Very cliche shit.
You were drunk at a party on the beach and fell in the water, almost drowned but Jungkook saved your life. That’s when you two started to talk more. It wasn’t a big deal or anything like that.
Ahem.
Anyways.
Jungkook and you wound up dating-it totally wasn’t you drunkenly admitting you had feelings for him and then proceeding to throw up in his bathroom. No, that would be sloppy and unbecoming of a lady-you know what. It happened, and he somehow found it endearing enough to ask your frigid ass on a date.
At least that’s what your older brother Jin says.
So, finally, you two have been dating for five months. It’s sweet and cute or whatever.
But there’s one little problem.
You two haven’t fucked yet.
Not even like, a little bit.
Jungkook had said something about wanting to wait until you both were ready, and saying he wanted to do this right.
But for fucksake.
Five months?
That’s a little long. At least you thought so. It was starting to make you feel as though you weren’t good enough. Now, before anyone thinks your worth is judged based on your sexual attraction to someone or something or however you play. You wrong, you’re worth much more. BUT. It hurt your pride. Just a little bit.
You’d done the first kiss, an awkward little smooshing of lips between the two of you.
You’d made out of the hood of his car one night.
But everytime you go to take the next step?
“Not now babe, just wait a little longer.”
And you don’t want to pressure him, and you don’t want to go insane sexually… What else is a girl to do?
You’ve even done the classic going to bed in lingerie and wanting for him to come over, only for you to either fall asleep and him be too sweet to wake you or he winds up getting cold feet and not coming over at all.
It makes you a little sad, because you love Jungkook. You think about him when he’s gone. And how much you long for him to stay when he leaves in the mornings. Your sweet kisses that are shared on one of the many dates you do. You don’t just want to fuck Jungkook. You want to make love to him and all that hippie bullshit.
Okay, so you’re super soft for the guy.
He makes you want to be all smoochy and gross.
There’s something about him though, that just makes your netherlands quiver, like some sex obsessed fiend. But you can’t help it. Jungkook is like a beautiful work of art, and you just want to tear into him like some fat piece of meat.
It’s all you could do to keep your hands off of him sometimes.
The way he wears those fitted tops and just, ugh. He looks so damn good. But not only that, he has the personality of a fuckboy, flirtatious as a sinner and as sweet as honey. But his true personality. That’s what you love the most. A modest, nerdy guy who loved video games and banana milk. And, the cherry on top of it all. He loved you too.
You went out with a good friend of yours, Jimin, who was a former fuckboy himself. But was now married and had a boy on the way. To ask for his ‘sacred’ advice.
So, you were at the bar one night.
That’s generally always a bad start.
Now, you’re drunk.
Even worse off.
Thirdly, you’re listening to Jimin.
That is the fatal blow.
“Babes, listen to me,” he said, slightly buzzed from his cocktails.
“I’m listening o-sacred one,” you giggled.
“Good, cause my old ass is about to give you some good fucking advice,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder.
“Less hear it,” you slurred.
“You need to be the prey in his eyes. You need to make him think that it’s all his idea. That you’re totally innocent in the things you’re gonna do. Like wear a short dress on your next date, or send a hot pic or something. Drop something and bend over in front of him to pick it up. Shake your ass a little harder to Kayne for me, please. But that’s just a personal request, we’ll discuss those terms later.”
“Prey in his eyes huh?”
“Exactly, find out what his kinks are, play into them,” he suggested.
“How?” you sat on the edge of your seat.
This is what desperation does to a person, folks.
“Like, maybe he’s a dom, maybe he’s a sub. Start there. Does he normally take control of things, or do you?” He asked.
“He’s normally in control,” you said, thinking of his lustful kisses.
“Okay, so probably a dom then,” Jimin analyzed.
“How do I figure out more specific things though? Like things I can do to turn him on,” you ask.
“Well, see if a certain title gets a reaction from him. Like sir, master, daddy? Any of those?”
“Okay, what else?”
“Well, is he an ass or tits guy?”
“He’s an opportunist,” you answered.
Jimin laughed at your answer, before getting serious.
“Does he have a breeding kink? Cum kink? Am I getting warm?”
“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m out here yelling about ovulating or something,” you stammered.
“You should try that!” Jimin encouraged.
“Jimin I don’t know,” you said, suddenly getting self conscious.
“Hey bitch don’t you start negative talk that’s gonna sabotage all my efforts here,” he warned.
“Sorry sorry, I won’t. He loves me, I love him, game face is on,” you teased.
“Good, listen to me though. If that boy doesn’t last longer than a minute dump his ass.”
“That seems harsh,” you pondered.
“It’s not, especially not for someone his age,” Jimin stated.
“I won’t leave him because of something dumb like that Jimin,” you said, feeling oddly protective over something you had no idea of yet.
“Just, try different things. Life’s too short not to fuck like bunnies while you can. I’m starting to get back pain if we go too long,” Jimin joked. At least, you hope he was joking.
“Okay, you’re right. I’m gonna go call him daddy and yell about ovulating,” you said firmly.
“That’s the spirit! Go!”
And you did.
Go back home and pass the fuck out.
Listen, listen, listen.
You’re a notorious lightweight.
But you had forgotten that Jungkook and you had planned a breakfast date that morning. So, when you hauled your ass out of bed you realized one: you had to puke. Two: you were late for your date. Three: Your period was four days early.
Scrambling to the shower you got in and turned the water up entirely too high making your head spin and fall out of the shower. Unfortunately, you had taken the towel bar down with you. Jungkook had his own key for your place now, so, naturally he let himself in. And when you fell, a cry came from your lips and a loud thud. Jungkook, ran in to find you on the floor, hungover and covered in towels.
“Baby what happened?” he asked, rushing over and placing his hand on your head.
“Jungkook?”
“What happened, did you fall?” he asked, looking at the running shower and your soaked body.
“Yeah,” you whimpered, Jungkook pulled you into his arms and patted your head to look for any sore spots.
“Do we need to go to the doctor?”
“No, I’m okay,” you whispered.
“Did you go out with Jimin last night?”
“Yes,” you said, wiping the water off your face.
“Sweetheart you drank way too much,” he chuckled.
“No,” you lied, biting your lip, trying not to die of embarrassment.
“It’s okay, big baby,” Jungkook laughed.
“Thanks… daddy,” you said softly.
You felt the harsh floor hit your ass as Jungkook dropped you.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry Y/N!” Jungkook hastily apologized.
He helped you to bed and the topic never even came up. As if dropping you was a regular occurrence. You couldn’t help but be slightly bitter. You really wanted that to work, cause it might have been a kink of yours. Can’t win them all you guess.
You reconveened the meeting of the minds with Jimin over a facetime later that night long after Jungkook had gone home.
“So your dumb ass was too hungover to get a sensible thought to go through your head?”
“Listen,” you started. “I may or may not have been hungover, but don’t call a bitch out. Rude as hell, however I called him daddy and he dropped my fucking ass.”
“That’s oddly poetic,” Jimin commented.
“Shut up, I still have a bruise,” you complained.
“Well, Daddy’s out for now, so. Try just, doing something scandalous. Show off some sideboob hell, this is serious!”
“I can do my best,” you said, looking down at your girls with motivation.
A few nights later, Jungkook came over for dinner and a movie. You picked just a mindless action flick, but it would no doubt enthrall him.
You dressed a little skimpier than usual. A tighter dress to show off some of your cleavage, you had Jungkook entranced at the door.
He was way more touchy tonight you noticed.
Coming up behind you and kissing your neck gently.
“Smells good baby, whatcha cooking?” he asked, leaning his head over your shoulder as his arms came around your waist.
“Just some cheesy alfredo noodles, nothing too crazy,” you said with a grin.
“Ooh, fancy pants,” he said, landing a tap on your ass that was gentle but noticeable.
“Not really, but I’m glad you like it so far,” you said.
“May I kiss the chef?” Jungkook asked, leaning for the corner of your lips.
“Please do,” you agreed, turning to connect your lips with his.
“Mmm, baby,” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter.
“Missed you so much these past three days.”
“Yeah? How much?”
“So much, Jungkook,” you whispered, breath fanning over his lips.
“Me too,” he agreed before bringing his lips back to yours.
Your mouths melded together as he led your hips towards his.
“So sweet, what are you drinking?” he asked, licking his lips.
“Peach soju,” you smiled.
“Mmm tasty,” he said, moving to turn away from you. No doubt to go slam the rest of that peach soju.
You grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled his pelvis against yours. “Baby, don’t leave me yet,” you whined. Jungkook made a small growl in his chest as he devoured your lips this time, gripping at the back of your dress with his fingers. You mewled at the action, leaning forward to press your body against his harder.
Jungkook pulled back suddenly, causing your head to swirl with confusion.
“Just a second, I need to go use the bathroom,” he said, waddling down the hallway.
Your dazed mind believed him.
But when he did finally come back he was flushed, like he wasn’t feeling well.
“You okay Kook?”
“Yeah, just, felt a little off for a second,” he said, skin returning to its normal color as he calmed down it appeared.
“You were gone for a long time, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Jungkook’s cheeks got warm as he looked at you.
“Much better,” he said, patting your leg gently. You’re not entirely convinced, but he brings his lips to yours briefly. You kissed him gingerly, but he pulled back before much else could happen.
“Well dinner is ready,” you said, bringing the dishes to the table. Jungkook hurried to sit down, ready for your cooking. You smiled as you set his meal in front of him, moving to sit down as well.
“Babe it looks amazing,” Jungkook said, eyes wide.
“Thank you, it’s nothing special but it’s always a fail safe,” you explained.
“Well I’m excited,” Jungkook said, digging in.
“I’m glad baby,” you answered before grabbing your own fork and eating.
The meal passed relatively uneventfully. You asked about work. He said it was the same as usual.
“Is Mrs. Lebanskyi still trying to set you up with her granddaughter?” You giggled.
“No, I think after the fortieth no, I have a girlfriend, she finally got it. That and I may have put a rather disturbing image in her head just for good measure,” Jungkook laughed.
“Ooh, disturbing image. Do share, do share,” you said.
“Don’t you know that mysterious guys are more attractive?” Jungkook teased.
“Oh I bet,” you said, sipping your wine.
“Well, how’s turf wars going?”
“Shelby is currently winning but Duke has been making some power moves lately,” you commented.
“Always liked that kid,” he said in reference to Duke. He was your troublemaker. But he had a great sense of humor.
The rest of dinner passed quietly.
You and Jungkook both cleared the table, washing the dishes and settling down for a movie. Jungkook sat down on the couch, looking at his phone for a few minutes.
Now it was time to initiate your newest plan.
“Hey babe, I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you said, moving towards your bedroom.
“Okay!” Jungkook said, head still in his phone.
“Be right back,” you stated.
“Kay,” he responded.
You got in the shower and washed yourself down. You shaved and put on Jungkook’s favorite lotion, then you forewent a bra, as well as putting some of your fancy panties on. Hopefully this next move would get those panties of yours to come off and get thrown towards some random corner of your bedroom. Or living room. Or kitchen. You weren’t picky at this moment.
So, you finally made it out to the living room, damp hair and shorts on.
It’s time to put seduction plan number two into motion.
“Hey babe,” you said, sitting down and reaching over him to grab the remote.
That’s when you saw it.
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your chest. You pretended not to notice, turning the movie on and settling into the couch with Jungkook.
You sat with your arms crossed. Watching the action race across the screen. You stretched out your legs and had them draped over Jungkook’s lap. You watched the screen with tired eyes, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on your bare leg.
His eyes were still on the tv, but his hand was rubbing your leg slowly.
You tried to keep a neutral expression, but he was touching you… And his hands were so warm…
Jungkook turned to you for a moment, making your heart lurch into your throat for a second. Play it cool, play it cool.
You knew that Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but you weren’t sure if maybe this was pushing it a little too far. You could just do the adult thing and ask him if he wanted to have sex and why he hadn’t been more intimate with you but, where’s the story in that?
“You’re wearing that lotion I like,” he said, smiling.
“Well, you’re here so might as well spoil you a bit,” you said.
“I appreciate it,” Jungkook said, coming closer to bring your lips together.
“I was hoping you would,” you said, kissing him back gently.
Jungkook wrapped his arm around you, bringing your lips together sensually almost. The urge to rip your clothes off and have your way with him were strong in this one. But, you refrained. He has to think it’s his idea. His idea-oh god his lips are so soft, and plush beneath your own. Your mind almost went blank at the action of his hand coming up along your waist and pushing you onto your back.
Your lips parted as you stared up at Jungkook with pupils blown wide and breaths coming in short gasps. He looked at your eyes, then your lips as he connected your mouths again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer. It wasn’t enough, you wanted him closer still.
Jungkook pulled away slowly, as if savoring your kiss.
“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.
“Thank you Jungkook,” you whispered, moving to capture his lips yet again when he put his hand on your shoulder.
“I think I’ve gotta get going, it’s almost eleven and I have to work in the morning,” he said, sounding just as disappointed as you felt.
“Okay Kook,” you said, sitting up to give him a hug.
That’s when you felt it.
A distinct prodding at your stomach.
You moved back to ask him about it when he placed a quick kiss on your lips, effectively dazing you before rushing towards the door.
“Bye babe! I love you!” he hollered, running out of the house and leaving you thoroughly confused and horny in your living room.
Soon after that even your work friends were starting to wonder if you were frustrated about something.
“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You haven’t touched your food,” Hoseok said, a good friend of yours who was the literature teacher.
“Hobi, I’m gonna ask you something and you have to help me out. Jimin’s advice has failed me before and continues to do so to this day, but you-you’ve never led this lamb astray before, can I have some advice?”
“Of course, what’s the trouble?”
“My former playboy boyfriend won’t fuck me,” you said, covering your face in embarrassment.
Hoseok choked on his drink and looked around the office to make sure no one heard your debauched statement.
“Okay. Okay, rewind. Jungkook.”
“Yes.”
“Your sweet loveable boyfriend Jungkook.”
“Yeah.”
“Good communicator and flirtatious server Jungkook.”
“That’s the one.”
“Have you thought of, I don’t know, asking him?” Hoseok said, smacking you upside the head gently with a few papers.
“Hey,” you whined.
“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” he laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“Firstly, for going to Jimin for some kind of advice that’d only work in a romance novel.”
Oops.
“Secondly, for listening to any advice that came out of that idiot’s mouth,” he continued.
“This is feeling less like helping me and more like roasting me,” you complained.
“Partially because it is, but anyways. To the advice column of our paper,” Hoseok joked. “Well, talk to him and figure out what’s going on. Or if all else fails just show up to his house in a trench coat and lingerie, there’s only so many ways to seduce someone.”
–
Okay, you know this was a dumb idea.
But there wasn’t much else to do.
It’s the middle of the night, you’re standing outside of Jungkook’s apartment with a stupid peacoat on and your trusty pale pink babydoll. Your legs were freezing. You knocked on the door before you could think better of it and waited. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Eventually, a sleepy looking Jungkook answered the door. He looked at your attire and then up to your face.
“Babe,” he greeted.
“Hi Kook,” you said, biting down a shiver.
“It’s a little past midnight,” he said, looking at you with confusion.
“I know,” you answered.
Jungkook continued to stare at you before you couldn’t help the shiver that ran over you. Teeth chattering and body shaking, Jungkook’s eyes softened and he opened the door wider and urged you inside. Rushing into the living room you turned around to face Jungkook.
He was shirtless, a pair of joggers on and his phone in hand.
“We need to talk,” you said, looking at him with nothing but love and a little bit of lust because damn he looks so good-no! Damn it, try to focus Y/N.
“About what baby? It’s almost one in the morning,” he said, coming forward to take your hands.
“I don’t want to break up,” you said. Jungkook cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips.
“Okay-were you thinking that you did want to break up?”
“No! God no, not ever. I love you Kook,” you said, palming his cheek.
“Then why are you telling me you don’t want to break up? Are you drunk? Have you been out with Jimin,” he started to scold you, when you pulled him to your lips gently. He quieted down a little but pulled away nonetheless.
“Y/N, what is going on?” he asked.
“Jungkook, how long?”
“How long what?”
“How long are you going to make us wait?”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you talking about, quit beating around the bush and just fucking tell me what-”
“Why won’t you fuck me?” you asked, blunter than you had intended.
Jungkook balked at you before he replied. “What?”
“Fucking, sex, making love whatever you wanna call it, why aren’t we doing it?”
“Baby-it’s one in the morning I don’t think this is the time or the place to have this conversation-”
“What conversation Jungkook? Are you just not attracted to me? Or is it someone else? Why?”
“Not attracted to you-Y/N, do you hear yourself?”
“My ears work fine,” you glared.
“Great, cause they’re about to get some use.”
You were going to argue some more, feeling rather defensive about the whole thing when Jungkook blocked your path.
“Not attracted to you huh? You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing? Little fucking tease, that’s what you are. Calling me daddy, wearing no bra and those shorts as well as my favorite lotion. Now the trench coat-”
“It’s a peacoat,” you corrected.
“What the fuck ever, what I want…” he swallowed thickly. “What I want is underneath it anyways.”
“What do you want?” you asked.
“What I’ve always wanted from you,” he smiled. He approached and opened your peacoat, button by button.
Gently, he peeled back the coat and let it drop to the floor. Your lingerie decorated your body perfectly. But Jungkook didn’t even look at it. His head dipped as he came closer, your heart was in your throat. Was this actually working?? The fuck??
But, all you felt was Jungkook’s lips right above your left breast.
“This is what I want,” he said against your skin.
“My boob?”
“Your heart you idiot.”
“Lot of harsh words being thrown around right now,” you sniffed. But even you could help the small smile that came to your lips as Jungkook backed up. Carefully, as not to scare him away, you lifted your hand to his chest and laid your hand over his heart. “This is what I want,” you repeated.
“My boob?” he joked.
“Yeah,” you teased, pushing him back a little. When he frowned you sighed and nodded your head. “I want your heart too babe, always.”
“You’re such a softie,” he smirked, coming forward to kiss your head.
“Yeah yeah, only for you babe, only for you,” you warned.
“That’s all I care about,” he smiled.
“You’re such a little shit sometimes,” you growled.
“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to look sheepish.
“God sometimes I wonder,” you said, laughing.
“Anyway babe, about the other thing,” Jungkook said, looking at you.
“Huh?”
“Have you forgotten that you’re literally standing in my house in lingerie and heels?” he asked, incredulous.
“Sorry, my bad,” you sighed. “Here hand me my jacket, I’ll get out of your hair so you can sleep,” you said.
“Wait babe-”
“No, I get it. This isn’t the time nor the place to discuss that, I shouldn’t have woken you up-”
“Babe if you walk out that door in that set and I don’t fuck you, I have done both of us a disservice.”
It was your turn to look shocked. “What?”
“Babe, I admit I was holding out on you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was used to being used, and people saw me as an object and not a person, but you changed all of that. You showed me what love is, how a relationship works. And I’m so grateful that you did. Because being with you is my greatest joy. Honestly. God I’m such a simp for you babe, for real. But-But with sex, I was worried that maybe all you wanted was that you’d slept with me exclusively. I know it’s dumb but I was insecure at first. Now-Now I’m ready to take that step with you, if you want.”
“Jungkook, don’t say something if you’re really not ready I’m being an idiot and-”
“Well you’re always being an idiot. But right now you’re onto something,” he encouraged.
“Okay, burn me, that’s fine. But, what do you mean I’m onto something?”
Jungkook groaned.
“Do you want me to spell it out? G-E-T I-N B-E-D-”
“Speak my language please,” you snarked.
“Get in my bedroom,” he said, walking and opening the doors to fucking heaven at this point.
“Are you serious?” you asked.
“As a heart attack,” Jungkook responded.
“Holy shit-okay,” you said, walking towards the bedroom. Jungkook swatted your ass as you walked past him.
“Get on the bed, put your coat on the chair,” he said. You did as he asked, putting your jacket down and climbing onto the bed. You realized you still had your shoes on, moving to take them off you heard a snarl from the otherside of the room.
“Did I say to do anything else baby? Keep those heels on, it’ll be the only thing you wear when I’m fucking you,” Jungkook growled, walking towards you like a man starved.
Your heart wasn’t prepared for that statement, almost giving out at the last minute, before you could even suck his dick. What a shame, but a way to go nonetheless.
That’s when Jungkook’s hand gripped your jaw, not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention from your wayward thoughts. “Listen up babydoll, if you need to stop, say something. Make a safeword right now.”
“Uh-um, I’m really not good under pressure Kook-”
“I’m not fucking you until you think of one,” Jungkook said.
“Fine, fine. Uh-strawberry,” you answered.
“Alright, if you say strawberry at any point we’re done for the night okay? If you need me to slow down just say yellow, and if everything is okay tell me green,” he announced.
“Why couldn’t red be my safeword?”
“I just like to watch you struggle sometimes,” he smirked before bringing his lips to yours seductively.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. Like this might be the last time you get to kiss this man in your life. Jungkook licked the seams of your lips, asking you to open your mouth for him. You did just that, opening your mouth and letting his slick tongue inside. You moaned when Jungkook wrapped his tongue around yours, showing you just a glimpse of the pleasure he could pull from your body.
“Baby,” you whined when he pulled back, mouth hanging open and chest heaving.
“I’m not your baby, sweet thing, no no. Call me Daddy,” he said, holding your head back so he could nip and suck on your neck.
“Wait, I thought you didn’t like that?” you asked, looking at him.
“What do you mean?” he questioned pulling away from you.
“You dropped me on my ass the last time I called you that,” you said, reminding him of your little experiment.
“Did you ever think that you shocked me by randomly calling me daddy outside of the bedroom?”
“Well, I mean I thought about it,” you sniffed.
“Clearly,” he snorted before pulling you back in, kissing you feverishly.
You whimpered into his kiss before wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” he groaned.
“You too Kook-”
“What did I say,” he snapped. “I’m not your baby, I’m not Kook, I’m your daddy. And you better start fucking acting like it before I punish you.”
His words sunk in and you nodded demurely.
“Yes Daddy, I’ll behave,” you said, biting your lip.
“You will huh? We’ll see about that,” he teased before pushing you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your jawline, leaving wet kisses along your heated skin.
You moaned underneath him as he worked his mouth over your jaw and down to your chest.
“Such pretty tits baby,” he said, pulling them out of the lingerie. His eyes sparkled as he unwrapped his present like a kid on christmas. You arched into his touches, watching with rapt attention as he brought his mouth over your nipple. Your reaction was music to his ears.
“Fuck daddy,” you mewled, looking at him with stars in your eyes.
“Mmm, so sweet babydoll,” he said, laving his tongue over your breast salaciously. You moaned at the contact, shivering when he blew on the wet skin. He brought your hands up above your head, holding them there by the wrist. If you tried hard enough you could escape but you didn’t want to upset him, and a part of you didn’t want to escape him, you wanted all the pleasure and torture he could give you.
“Feels so good daddy,” you whined, rutting against him like a bitch in heat.
“Just playing with your tits and you’re already so responsive. Fuck I should’ve done this sooner,” he lamented, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.
Your cries were softened by the very torturous lips that were bringing you such pleasure. You struggled to keep yourself under control. You feared chasing him off originally, now you were afraid of the fucker teasing you to death.
“My beautiful doll,” he smiled, looking at you with adoration in his gaze. “Open your mouth.”
You didn’t question him, you just opened your mouth like you were told.
“Suck on these fingers, get them nice and wet so they can fuck you good,” he said, bringing his pointer and middle finger towards your mouth. You sucked his fingers lewdly, taking them so deep your lips hit his knuckles.
“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. “Now, you’re gonna take those panties off.”
You flushed, trying to keep your composure but-his voice was like pure sin. You couldn’t explain it better than that. You wanted to hear it more and more, you wanted him to talk to you like you were a dumb little bitch-which you weren’t (most of the time).
You weren’t sure if you were into that kind of degradation but, maybe, with Jungkook? Maybe you could see it as a thing.
“Jungkook?”
“How many times-”
“No-time out for a sec before we really get into this,” you said, wringing your hands together.
“What is it? Do you wanna stop?”
“No! No no, I’ll literally die if you don’t fuck me but-”
“This sounds like it’s going to be a boner killing conversation-”
“Bitch what did you just say to me?”
“What did you want to say babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing your thighs gently.
“Well. I was wondering… maybe we could do like… I don’t know-you call me mean names and stuff?”
“Like degradation?” he asked, raising a brow. “Consider my boner intrigued.”
“Yeah. Are you down for that?” you asked.
“I think that could be hot, but I don’t want you to feel bad about anything,” he said, biting his lip.
“Nah, I know that’s not what you actually think about me, no worries babe. But like, call me a dumb slut or something I don’t know,” you said lamely.
“Well then, I’ll call you a dumb slut and go from there,” he laughed.
“No! I’m serious! I wanna be degraded,” you encouraged.
“Alright I hear you I hear you, but I can’t just whip it out and be like-dumb slut! That feels weird to me,” he shrugged.
“We’re supposed to be having sex right now but I had to open my big fucking mouth and ruin it-”
“I wonder why some people like degradation,” Jungkook pondered.
“This is getting us nowhere, nevermind just forget I said anything,” you sighed.
“No babe, I wanna do this how we’re both gonna like it. Maybe we should talk more about it tomorrow, and just sleep tonight huh?”
“No! Please please please don’t just sleep on me, I’m literally ready to go, I swear,” you answered. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”
“See I’m not in it anymore so it just feels weird to hear you say that-”
“Jungkook are we really not gonna have sex after all this?”
“I dunno. I’m kinda tired,” he yawned to emphasize his statement.
“I’ll suck your dick, please, I’ll do anything to feel you-call me a needy bitch or whatever cause it’s true I’m a needy bitch for your dick daddy please.”
Jungkook’s brows raised in interest.
“You want it that bad huh?”
“Yes. I want it so bad please,” you begged.
“Alright baby, alright I’ll give you my cock. That’s what you want isn’t it? My big fat cock in that tiny pussy huh?”
“Yes,” you moaned, laying back into the pillows.
“I bet you do you whore,” he growled. “You come here in the middle of the fucking night because you’re so hungry for dick. I bet you’d crawl on the floor if I asked you to, huh? I might just have you crawl for this dick.”
“I’ll do it daddy, I’ll crawl, I’ll grovel, I’ll do whatever you want just please daddy,” you begged.
“Alright, I’m gonna fuck you dumb,” he snarled before coming forward to kiss you again.
You accepted his kiss and let him dominate the passionate exchange before whining and rutting against him. You were a dumb slut who wanted his dick more than anything in the world right now.
“Please daddy, give me your cock. Wanna suck it like a good girl,” you said.
“Aww my baby slut wants to suck my cock huh? Should I give it to you? Do you think you deserve it?”
“I don’t deserve it,” you whimpered. “I’ve been so bad, coming to daddy’s house so late and demanding his cock but if you let me, I’ll be so good for you.”
“Mmm, come here my baby,” he encouraged, moving you down so your body was flat but your head was propped up on a pillow. “Gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Then I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it like the good little bitch you are, and you’re gonna thank daddy for giving you such a reward when you’ve been nothing but a disobedient little shit.”
“Thank you daddy,” you said before opening your mouth up to him. Jungkook wound back and pulled his pants down. You kept your mouth open, waiting for him to give you what you wanted.
Finally, you gave a small whimper and Jungkook freed his cock from his underwear and your eyes bulged. His cock wasn’t like-pornstar huge-but it was pretty big, thick and ready for your wet mouth.
“Open up wider, daddy’s cock won’t fit otherwise,” he said, scooting forward so that he was straddling your face.
“Fuck my throat daddy, I’ll be good,” you pleaded.
“That’s a good girl,” he smirked. “Nice and easy.”
He slowly eased his cock inside your mouth, giving you a few seconds to get adjusted before pushing a little further. You bobbed your head forward as much as you could but Jungkook was also thrusting at the same time, making you cough a little as he hit the back of your throat.
“Gag on it, yeah, fuck like that,” Jungkook moaned. “Love watching you struggle to take it all.”
You struggled to keep your throat relaxed as Jungkook thrusted forwards, fucking your mouth and throat. You whimpered under him. Jungkook was whispering the nastiest shit to you the whole time, effectively ruining your panties as you struggled to keep up with him.
“Fuck you are a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Fuck, love watching you suck my dick. I’m gonna fuck your throat raw baby, gonna fuck it so deep and hard then I’m gonna make it all better by cuming down your throat to soothe the ache. Aren’t I such a nice daddy baby? Even though you’ve been so bad? Fuck your mouth is so hot, I love it. I love you,” he moaned.
You wanted to respond but you were rather preoccupied.
Jungkook was brutal at certain points, making your head spin with the lack of oxygen. But he seemed to know your limits pretty well because just before you’d want him to let you breathe, you would feel him let up. Giving you some air.
Jungkook’s groans turned to whines above you as he continued to fuck your throat.
“Gonna cum baby, gonna cum down your throat and make all that hurt go away. And then what does my special girl say huh? What do you say after that?”
You choked on his cock once more in lieu of a response and let him do whatever he wanted.
“Here it comes you dumb slut. Drink my cum,” he groaned, body tensing before he shuddered a few times and you felt the warmth of his cum go down your throat. You choked again and Jungkook brought his dick out of your throat and let you swallow the rest.
You wheezed a few times, feeling the sweet air in your lungs.
Jungkook took your jaw in his hands and kissed you senseless for a moment. Jungkook’s lips were swollen from him biting them and from your previous kisses.
“Thank you daddy,” you croaked, kissing him again.
“You’re so welcome,” he beamed. “How do you feel about spitting as a form of degradation?” he asked, raising a brow at you.
“Do it, please daddy,” you hiccuped, feeling the ache in your throat more.
“Open your mouth,” he said, pulling back.
You did as he asked and he spat right in your mouth, causing you to rub your thighs together as he growled.
“Now swallow.”
You did just that.
“What a good dumb slut you are,” he groaned. “So perfect for me.”
“Just for you daddy, only for you.”
“That’s right,” he snapped. “You’re all for me. My perfect stupid whore.”
“Daddy… My pussy… Hurts,” you whimpered.
“Yeah? Let me look, let daddy see where it hurts baby,” he said, pulling your legs apart slowly.
The sight before him knocked the wind right out of his lungs. Your panties were stuck to your center. That’s how wet you were for him. Fuck you looked so good, dripping and whining for him.
“I see the problem,” he said, biting his lips once more.
“What’s wrong daddy?”
“Need to eat your pussy baby, that way it won’t hurt anymore,” he said, placing an open mouth kiss to your core.
“Oh!” You gasped.
“Take those panties off for me,” he demanded, looking just as impatient as you felt.
You scrambled to get your underwear off, almost rolling off of his bed if it wasn’t for his gentle hands holding you. When you finally did get the blasted things off Jungkook’s mouth was quick to replace them. You moaned in surprise, but you quickly got a hold of yourself.
“Fuck! Feels so good,” you mewled.
“You taste even better,” he moaned into your wetness. He sucked on your clit lightly, causing your hips to buck and making his face smoosh into your cunt even more. You cried out at the feeling of his tongue moving against your sensitive center.
“Daddy, oh god,” you hiccuped.
“That’s right pretty, let it go for me, let me taste even more,” he said, licking and sucking on you like you were his last meal. The string in your tummy felt so tight like it could burst at any second. But fuck you just needed a little more. Just a smidge.
“Daddy… C-Can I-oh fuck me, can I have your fingers please,” you asked, trying so hard to be good.
“Being polite now huh? Now that I’m gonna make you cum? Well, I wanna see how tight this pussy is, wanna stretch you out before you get shoved onto my cock.”
You could feel the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted it so bad and if he didn’t give it to you, you weren’t sure what was going to go down-oh…
“Fuck!” you screamed as Jungkook entered two fingers into you. Your walls clamped down on the intruders and Jungkook huffed into your center at the sensation.
“Shit you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, licking firmly at your clit as he struggled to keep his control.
“Daddy, m-my pussy, so full,” you hiccuped, feeling the tears finally start to trickle down your cheeks.
“I bet it is, but you’re still gonna take this big cock. I promise it’ll feel so good baby. Hot and throbbing in your pretty pussy,” he said, not yet noticing that your cheeks were swelling from your salty tears.
“Daddy,” you said, feeling yourself shaking as Jungkook began to thrust his fingers inside of you.
“Fuck, gonna feel so good on my dick. You’re such a good girl, daddy’s good girl huh?” he said, like someone might say to a young pup. But here you were, eating it all up. Fuck, the tears wouldn’t stop. It was almost too much. But you didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. God not yet.
“Mngh, your fingers are so good,” you whispered, arm going over your eyes to help shield them from Jungkook’s heinous activities downstairs.
Because if you kept looking you might pass out.
You sniffled and felt Jungkook pause his fingers inside of you.
“Are you crying baby?”
“N-No.” You swallowed to try and keep the shudders at bay but his fingers wickedly started up again.
“Hm, you aren’t? Well, let me take a look then,” he said.
“No!”
“Y/N, are you alright? Just move your arm,” he encouraged.
“I-I can’t,” you said.
“Then let me help you,” Jungkook answered, moving your arms away from your face and pinning them to your sides.
Jungkook was slightly blurry, your eyes now doubt slightly swollen and red from your tears. You weren’t sure why you were crying so much but you were certainly overwhelmed.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.
“No Daddy, I don’t,” you said, looking him square in the eyes.
“Alright,” Jungkook said, kissing up your throat, and onto your chin. Next, claiming your lips in a harsh exchange. But a sweet peck was placed right after to soothe the sting. Jungkook then kissed your cheek. You felt a wet sensation, and realized. He was licking you. More specifically-your tears.
Holy shit.
Jeon Jungkook has a crying fetish.
You wanted to laugh, but you were so turned on all you managed was a slight wheeze, which was interrupted by Jungkook’s plush mouth coming back to yours.
Jungkook grabbed onto your lingerie and pulled it up and off, baring you fully to his hungry eyes. He looked at you like you were everything he’s ever wanted and more. Fuck, was this love? Is this what all those teen fanfiction authors are spurring on about?
Cause, if it is, they’re onto something.
The tears poured down harder as Jungkook came back to you.
“My baby, so emotional huh?” he whispered, biting on your ear gently.
“I just love you-so much,” you said, intertwining your fingers.
“I love you too baby, more than I could ever say, but maybe I could show you,” he said, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor.
“Yes, yes please I want it,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him. Jungkook moved slowly, crawling up the bed towards you like a hungry jaguar hunting the antelope.
“I know you do, so do I, fuck are you sure you’re wet enough? Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, mind probably spiraling at the thought that this was actually going to happen now.
“I’m wet enough, believe me, but you don’t have to use a condom. I’m on the pill,” you said softly, touching his cheek. “And I trust you.”
“Okay, whatever you want… might even give you my cum if you ask like a good girl,” he smirked, licking his lips before lining up with your entrance. You felt his tip rubbing against your clit for a few seconds before pushing down against your hole. Jungkook groaned when he sank in. Because fuck, it felt too good.
“You’re so tight, and wet and-shit, feels so good baby,” he praised you.
A soft whimper and tear came from you as Jungkook slowly pushed in. Your breathing shallowed and Jungkook felt you tensing.
“Ease up baby, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he shushed, pressing gentle kissing to your sweaty hairline.
“So big,” you mewled.
“Almost there. Be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook moaned out.
“Want it all,” you said, gripping his hips tight.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered as he bottomed out. Your cunt was stretched to its max it felt like. Jungkook held still as he could until you gave him the okay by tapping his side gently.
“You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concerned.
“I’m okay, please move,” you said, bucking your hips against his softly.
“Alright baby, hold on tight,” he smiled, before bringing your lips together and setting a slow pace. With each draw out and push in he felt incredible. So hot and big inside of you. But he wasn’t rushing either. You could feel every inch when he pushed in, and the slight ache when he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, it was more like you just wanted him there always.
“Fuck, feels so good, daddy. Wanna cum, wanna cum please!” you cried, gripping his forearm.
“Yeah? Wanna cum on this dick you dirty girl. Coat my dick, coat it in your cum for me,” he egged you on so much it made your head spin.
You’d never felt like this during sex. Most of the time you were chasing after your orgasms. Sometimes having to finish yourself off after your partner had long since fallen asleep. But right now? You were being throw towards your end at a rapid pace. He’d barely been going a minute and you were already such a mess.
“Shit so tight, fuck, come on baby. Cum, cum hard I wanna feel it,” Jungkook growled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a tight lock.
You moaned and cried against his lips as finally-finally your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook felt your walls flutter around him and he bit down on his lip as he pulled away from you, letting you ride through the afterglow slowly. Jungkook halted his movement when you started whimpering.
“Too sensitive? Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked, eyes sparkling in the dark.
“It doesn’t hurt, just want more,” you begged. One orgasm was never going to be enough with Jungkook. Because he felt so good, knew exactly where to touch and when to touch you. Fuck it was so god damn good you were still teary eyed.
“My greedy slut wants another one?”
“Yes, yes please!” you said, moving against him, already feeling pleasure rather than the sharp ache. You cried out when Jungkook left your needy hole empty.
“Lift your ass up in the air,” he demanded. Knees wobbly after your climax you almost fell, but Jungkook’s gentle grip was there to stabilize you.
“L-Like this?” you asked, spine curved and hips jutting outward.
“Just like that baby,” he said, approaching you with a gentle smack to your ass.
“Oh!” you gasped, and Jungkook just laughed. You knew it didn’t hurt but you weren’t expecting to feel such a rush from it.
“Like being spanked pretty?” he asked, landing another one on the other cheek.
“Fuck!” you cried out, falling forward on your elbows.
“I think you do baby slut,” he smirked, rubbing his fingers through your slick. He rubbed at your clit a little, enhancing the sensations all the more.
“Daddy, fuck,” you said, arching your back.
“Take my cock baby,” he said, rubbing it against your wet pussy.
“Yes, yes,” you whispered to yourself. But Jungkook heard it as he pushed into you once more. Your warm walls welcoming him as he pushed inside your wet heat again and again.
“That’s right, daddy’s cock is all you want isn’t it? Say daddy’s cock is all you need,” he encouraged.
“D-Daddy’s-ah!” you cried out as Jungkook landed a sharper whack to your ass.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Daddy’s cock is all I-hngh fuck! All I need!” you said, struggling to speak as Jungkook’s cock battered your core.
“That’s it, that’s what daddy wants to hear. You’re my good slut, aw fuck, feels so fucking good,” he said, pushing forward harder.
“So good daddy, feels so good,” you murmured, feeling your sanity slipping away from you.
“Gonna fuck you dumb, you’ll be full of cum and uh fuck-jesus christ you’re so tight-and you’ll want more of it. In your mouth, in your pussy and on those fucking gorgeous tits, yes baby fuck it,” he groaned, molding his back to yours as he interlocked your fingers.
“Uh uh uh, daddy I want it, pleas-s-se give me your cum,” you said, unable to really speak coherently at this point.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whined, rutting into you harder, causing stars to erupt from behind your eyes.
“Me-e too, fuck!” after a particularly harsh thrust Jungkook kissed your neck and you could feel him tensing up.
“Right there baby, right there,” he groaned, gripping your hands tighter.
“Jungkook,” you cried, orgasm finally taking you causing your walls to flutter around Jungkook’s cock. He’d already felt your climax once, but twice proved to be too much. Jungkook whispered your name into your neck as he came inside of you with a firm thrust.
Your vision blurred as you felt Jungkook give a few more shallow thrusts inside of you, before pulling out and looking down at the mess you’d made.
“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he approached you.
“Yes, kook?” you said, turning over.
“Wanna take a bath baby?” he asked, kissing your shin and up to your knee.
“Mmm, yes. Wanna take one together?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Jungkook started the water and you both got in, relaxing against one another. Jungkook brought your body close to his, wrapping you up in his arms as he kissed your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“Love you so much,” he said, bringing your fingers to his lips.
“I love you too kook,” you said, bringing his head down to meet yours in a sweet kiss.
This must be love. You thought to yourself. You may have almost puked because of how sweet your thoughts had turned. But you couldn’t help but let yourself be smooshy and gross with him. Because it was Jungkook. And he was everything you could ever want and more.
Before you got too far into that, Jungkook pulled the plug on that bath and had you wrapped up in a towel.
“Go get changed baby I’ll be right out,” he said, moving towards his sink no doubt to brush his teeth..
When you two finally got settled down and wrapped up in the sheets you kissed Jungkook’s chest before laying your head on it.
Listening to his heartbeat lulled you off into a peaceful slumber.
Warnings:blood, choking, coughing, vomiting, hanahaki disease, relationship issues, fighting, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of hospitals and medical treatments
A/N:welcome to part two of the series! it is a bit short this time around, but we get to meet JUNGKOOK~~
The ICU waiting room is suffocating. The room is small and plain and full of people waiting to visit their loved ones. There is a family with about six kids to your left. The youngest children are roaming around, giggling happily. They don’t understand the implications of being in this place.
You shuffle around in the stiff chair, waiting for Yoongi’s doctor to come and speak with you about his condition. The Generic Hotel Art catches your eye. A field of flowers spreading out to the horizon. It’s a little too on the nose. Last night, you saw the illness taking over your boyfriend but you had no idea just how bad it was.
“Ma’am, you’re here to see Min Yoongi, correct?” A man in navy scrubs approaches you, a clipboard in his hands. “I’m Dr. Kim, please follow me this way.”
The doctor leads you through a set of double doors and down a hallway. You can smell the crisp clean scent of the hospital. You can see into each room and with each passing patient a lump grows in your throat
“Let’s stop here for a moment and talk about Yoongi’s course of treatment.” Dr. Kim stops suddenly, a few feet away from what you assume is Yoongi’s room. You can make out a lump in the bed, but the sheer curtains blur his face. “As I’m sure you know, his diagnosis is acute hanahaki disease.” You nod along, images of flower petals invading your mind.
“Unfortunately, the disease is so severe that the typical treatments we use to stop the spread will not be enough.” The doctor pauses as though he wants you to chime in.
“So will you be performing the surgery?” You question, chewing on the dry skin around your thumb nail.
“The surgery is either a very early intervention, or an absolute last resort.” He stops and you realize there is something not clicking in your brain.
“I don’t think I understand.”
“It would take several hours to remove the growths from his lungs and since he is already so weak, his odds of survival are about 25% at best.” The doctor gives you a moment to process the information, to realize how dire this situation truly is. He brings his hand up to squeeze your arm and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
Your legs start to give, but you cling to the wall. The doctor grabs your arms to help steady you. Tears are streaming down your face, each carrying the pain you feel just imagining life without Yoongi.
“Wha- what can you do?” You stutter, waves of sorrow shake your body.
“We need to track down the person he’s in love with and see if there are any feelings there. At this point the safest way to heal Yoongi is the natural way. He needs to feel that his love is, in fact, requited.”
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You’ve never seen Yoongi so pale. And that’s really saying something, seeing as he never goes outside. His hand, that you’ve delicately placed in your own, is clammy. You can tell he’s really uncomfortable, but he still manages to sleep.
For the past hour or so, you’ve been doing two things: waiting for Yoongi to wake up and trying to figure out who stole his heart.
It has to be someone at his job, he’s always either at work or home. You knew a few of his work friends, but there is one name that sticks out. Someone he’s been working more closely with lately.
“Baby?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice cracks, his throat damaged by the foliage growing up from his lungs. He weakly squeezes your hand, and it sends a fresh wave of tears spilling over your lashes.
“Is it Jungkook?” You question him bluntly. He closes his eyes and tries to swallow. “I need to know, it’s your only chance at getting through this.”
Yoongi is unresponsive to your sudden interrogation, so you ask again. “Is it Jungkook?”
He nods.
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“I’m sorry ma’am he is unavailable for the rest of the afternoon.” The receptionist responds to your inquiry to speak to Jeon Jungkook without even looking up from her computer screen.
The lobby of BH Music Group is familiar to you, though the receptionist must be somewhat new if she doesn’t recognize you. The sleek black leather furniture and a wall to wall mural from a local street artist haven’t changed, though. The speakers are playing a chill lo-fi beat track, no doubt created in house.
When Yoongi first got his job here, you visited him quite frequently. He had a little set up in an office with the other newbies, but it wasn’t long before he had his very own studio space. Genius Lab he called it. A bit cocky for an assistant producer, but it fit his brand perfectly. He started getting busier, so your visits became few and far between.
“Is there something else I can help you with?” The reception asks, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.
“Yes, sorry. Ireallyneed to speak with Jungkook.” You stress your words, trying to make her realize the urgency. “I’m Min Yoongi’s girlfriend.” Her eyes grow wide, and she nods before picking up her phone.
“Sir, Min Yoongi’s girlfriend is at the front desk asking to see you.” She pauses and you can just barely make out the sound of someone talking on the other line. She turns her attention to you.
“Ma’am, he’ll see you now.” She gives you a sympathetic look and hangs up her phone.
Two doors down from Genius Lab is Jungkook’s studio, Golden Closet. Standing outside of Jungkook’s studio feels a bit surreal. This isn’t your life, it can’t be. Your boyfriend loves you and only you.
This is the reality you must face though. You reach forward and knock firmly against the door. It takes a long moment of eerie quiet for the door to open. A tall man with big bright eyes looks down at you from behind the door. His skin is flawless and his dark hair hangs, slightly mussed, next to his sharp jaw.
He’s beautiful.
And that makes you hate him even more.
“Hi, Y/N, please come in.” Jungkook bows his head and stands back from the door. You enter, slowly walking past him. His studio looks very similar to Yoongi’s. Speakers, mixing equipment, a computer. He’s got a keyboard with red backlighting and a handful of little tchotchkes lined up in a row under his monitors.
“Would you like to sit?” He motions toward the leather sofa on the back wall of the studio. Crossing your arms, you shake your head and lean against the wall instead.
“Yoongi is in the hospital.” You blurt out, eyes avoiding Jungkook’s. The emotions are already building up again, creating pressure in your chest. “The ICU, actually.”
“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” Jungkook sits down in his desk chair. “What can I do?” He asks after a moment’s pause.
Something about the sincerity in his voice breaks you. You crumble onto the floor and let out a sob. Jungkook, seemingly unsure of what to do, moves down to the floor next to you and opens up his arms.
What he offers is a hug, some comfort. What he gets it’s a dozen slaps to the chest and more crying.
“Did you know?!” You cry out between sobs. “Why did you do this?!”
“No! What?” He asks, not fighting you, but pulling you closer. “I don’t know what you mean.” The sobs take over and you give up fighting him. His arms are strong, but not smothering.
Jungkook, practically a stranger, holds you while you cry. It must have been two or three full minutes before you’re calm enough to speak again.
“Yoongi has hanahaki disease.” You can feel Jungkook’s chest jolt, his breath catching. “Did you know he’s in love with you?”
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Thank you for everyone who has joined the tag list so far, I am so grateful for you. Feel free to send an ask or DM anytime! <3 Part three coming next week! Check out my master list here.
Pairing | Taehyung x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, football!AU, jock!Taehyung x student reporter!OC Warnings | Explicit language, sarcastic banter, dirty talk, blowjob, facefucking, eating out, cumplay, cum-dumpster, fingering, rough sex, slight dom!tae, spanking, degradation, unprotected sex, ass-pining, tae has the phattest ass and dick but wbk Summary | Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate. Word count |19.6k
“What a surprise, you’re alive.”
It is exactly that fake enthusiasm and subtle mirthful nuance that’s too familiar to your liking that gives rise to the arch of your eyebrow. You don’t even need to look up at the owner of the voice to picture the shit-eating smirk that belongs to none other than your editor-in-chief-slash-best-friend, Min Yoongi. Such morbid greetings have been long established as an inside joke between the two of you due to the peculiar sense of humour that you two share.
This is just how he likes to start his mornings. Being the systematic person he is, he has his own morning routine in the newsroom. Regardless of the pile of work on his desk, he’ll first make a beeline for his first cup of coffee of the day, after which he will come sauntering your way to provoke you with his laundry list of snarky remarks – about work, being tired, being alive and dead, about how bureaucracy sucks, the negative sides of capitalism and what not. Well, you two share a deep-seated sense of misanthropy so albeit provocative, his laments are refreshing in the morning – a literal morning boost of positivity from negativity.
“Not for long buddy,” you shrug, looking up from your laptop and your eyes land on Yoongi, who looks just as dead.
“I barely slept last night – was busy rushing my essays. Essays, might I repeat. So it would be great if you don’t have much for me today, although I know you have a kink for torturing me.”
At this, the edges of his lips curl up and you instantly register the meaning behind the sinister smile: your impending doom.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I do have something for my most talented and gung-ho reporter and best friend.”
“Kindly elaborate,” you smile back acrimoniously, squinting your eyes in distrust.
“It involves a profile feature of a popular varsity athlete.”
An involuntary groan escapes your lips almost instantly. Athletes are the worst people to interview.
“That’s not even the worst part yet. As we’re celebrating the 50th anniversary of our publication this year, we’ll be doing a special spread on honorary members of the school, including club presidents, captains and valedictorians. Oh, which reminds me – maybe I should feature myself for being the most overworked Editor-In-Chief because this publication is sucking my entire soul, but anyway, I digress.”
He brings up his mug to his lips. It’s only 10am, but you wonder how many cups he has had, eyeing the pallor of his face.
“I’ve already assigned the other reporters their respective targets for the lack of a better word, and left the toughest nut for you to crack,” he grins smugly and that’s when it hits you.
Clocking you square in the face.
“Yoongi, no you didn—”
“Yoongi,yes,” his smirk widens at your aghast expression, “A profile feature on Kim Taehyung, for my most talented and hardworking reporter.”
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