Jungkook: No Fun (1)

Jungkook: No Fun (1) 🔞

You're nothing special.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Bunny hybrid!Jungkook, Idol!Jungkook, Idol!Bangtan, Bunny hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to ???

Wordcount: 2k (short)

Additional Chapter Warnings: jungkook's hella two-faced, smut, protected (condom), Dom!Jungkook, slight fluff?, hybrid behavior (scenting, marking, grooming/bonding), reader is a little oblivious in this, manhandling, pls kids use lube thanks

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When he steps into the hotel room rented, you're standing up from your spot on the couch- and his attention is definitely caught at the sight of you.

You pleasantly fit his personal ideal physically, from first glance. He smiles to himself as he closes the door, walking towards you before he bows politely while you do the same. "Uhm.. sit down, I- I feel like talking first is important." He explains, and you do so, sitting down at the edge of the small sofa, whereas he sits in the opposite corner of it to make you comfortable. "...one might think I wouldn't be so awkward every time." He chuckles a bit, picking on his face a bit, and you shake your head.

"Its fine." You say, and his eyes practically zoom in on not just your lips, but the sound of your voice.

It's a jackpot this time, he thinks, as he thinks about you sitting here. You smell nice- soft, not too overbearing, very gentle and not artificial, so it must be your natural scent mixed with whatever detergent you use for your laundry. Your skin looks soft to the touch, delicate, warm, and your voice has a pleasant tune to it, natural and unforced as you speak.

He can't wait to have you pinned underneath him.

With a pretty face, he might even make an exception to his usual routine and favors, and fuck you missionary just to look at you. "So uhm.. how does this work.?" You ask, hands fiddling with your skirt a little, fabric cheap but well-sewn together. He likes that you wear stockings, pale pink one's that accentuate your legs. The top you wear seems a lot more expensive; soft, but a little worn down. You probably have worn this for years by now- and he would like to maybe even steal it as a souvenir.

He could just pretend it got mixed up in the hotel laundry. He'll buy you something new instead.

"Usually we talk first you know. Like.. what you like, what you don't like, stuff like that." He says. "What's your name?" He asks, making sure to have his body leaning into your direction to seem interested and invested in your answer. It's always the same the first time, after all; and he can't risk his reputation like this either. He needs to uphold his image of the pure romantic lover that everybody has of him-

Anything else doesn't sell well, after all.

"Y/N." You introduce yourself, finally looking at him. Your gaze quickly evades however, unable to hold the strong one he sends you, dark doe eyes fixed on you. He carefully reaches out to move your fave back towards him.

"Hey no-" he softly says. "-just pretend I'm no one special." He says. This route is the safest he knows, and he really doesn't want to scare you off. "Do you need a moment? We can eat something first if you'd like to." He offers, and you nod, needing to calm down first. He nods as well, smiling boyishly before he stands up to pick up the hotel phone to order room service. "What would you like? You can just point, no worries." He whispers as he holds the phone speaker shut. "And don't worry about the price either." He grins.

You swallow at the numbers on the side, but comply to his wish, pointing at some things you'd like.

You're neither trying to be cheap, nor do you order typical diet-food. His fondness of you grows with every moment, it seems, as his bunny tail wiggles while he orders. You're a bit jealous at that; you yourself still struggle to order a mere pizza over the phone, eternally grateful for online ordering these days so you don't have to talk to anyone directly. Phone calls creep you out.

But then again, he's an idol; and known to be fearless, despite his hybrid species.

Physically, he fits the perfect buck however, in your hybrid perspective of things at least. Well taken care of body, not too tall, strong thighs, shiny fur on both his tail and ears. His eyes are round and expressive, he's known to be determined and competitive, not shying away from any challenge or be scared easily. You're not the standard- but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

But then again; maybe he was already in a different state of mind. Maybe he didn't care at all.

But the way he makes sure you eat and become more relaxed around him makes you doubt that. He's nice, not overly sweet to you, playfully arguing on some things you talk about as you feel yourself become more comfortable. He notices too- food at this point not as delicious as he knows you probably taste. Your scent changes- becoming more and more enticing, less possible to ignore to him, but he manages to finish his food at least, letting himself sit for a minute.

"My best friend- she's a lynx-hybrid." You giggle. He likes that sound; it's unforced, cute, but in a natural way. "People made fun of us in school a lot. Called me red riding hood and her the wolf." You tell him, and he chuckles.

He doesn't have stories like that- after all, his school days were cut short by a lot, and when he did went, people wanted to befriend him only for their own gain.

"But she's really sweet. She means well." He doesn't like the way you talk about that friend. While his rational mind is sure she really is just a friend, his inner heat makes him feel competitive against her- as if he needs to prove himself to be better. In what exactly, he's not sure. But then again, he's sure there's no competition in any way, no matter which one.

You both casually move to the bed, at first merely laying next to each other, before you end up closer, and you're finally close enough for jungkook to get an actual taste of your scent properly. It makes him run his nose over the crook of your neck, leaving his own a little, before he tests the waters, kissing slightly. You giggle, and his ears flick into your direction.

He's got you.

And it doesn't take much other than him positioning himself above you, lips catching yours in kisses that turn more and more feverish with every second passing for you to fall into full heat. At this point, he's comfortable, knowing that he's got what he wanted, excitement drumming through him as his inked hand helps in undressing you.

He hopes he remembers that top when you're both done.

Right now he's not sure how long it'll take him- but he can feel it with the way he's aching almost painfully that this time, it'll be a long one. He tries hard not to rip any of your clothing, usually a lot more careless, but you seem rather delicate, so he doesn't want to jinx it with you. He's heard of hybrids snapping out of their heat-mindset before- and he really doesn't want that with you.

He's too close to loose you now.

"I need to be inside you." He huffs out, hands running over your body as if they can't decide where to place themselves. Your breasts are so soft to his touch, he can't help but let his inked hand knead one a little, thumb flicking over your nipple just to get a reaction out of you. You're squirming at this point, kicking out impatiently like the bunny you are, and he chuckles at the sight, before he finally rids himself of his underwear.

His hand knows the drawer where the condoms are placed in, fingers quick to unwrap it before he lines himself up. But he quickly realizes that that's not going to work the way he anticipated, fingers toying with you for a moment to see if it's a good idea to just go in like that.

It's not.

"You're so tight, fuck.." he mumbles to himself, as you look at him a bit worried. "..don't worry, I'll be gentle." Thats a lie. He'll keep himself in check until he knows you can take it, would be a better word for it. He squirts some lube onto his length, running his hand over it before he uses the remnants on his fingers to run over your entrance. You jump a bit from the cold feeling of it. "Its always cold for some reason, that stuff, isn't it?" He jokes, smiling, before he leans down to kiss you. "Dont worry though-" he says, before he slowly pushes himself in. "-I'm warm."

If only you knew.

But for now, as he lazily moves, your scent and sounds all intoxicating to him, you can believe whatever you want. You're his in this moment, no one else's, and he's going to make sure to make love to you in ways no one else will be able to. Your lynx-friend can fuck you six ways till Sunday with a strap on for all he cares; he knows you'll still crave him after this.

It's the effect he has on people.

The bed squeaks in protest as he picks up his pace, hands gripping your thighs rather tightly to keep you close to him, while you whimper in pleasure, back arched and head thrown back into the pillows. You're so pretty, better than any picture of the new female hybrids that debuted recently. Simply because he knows you're real, all your little bumps and curves, all the bits and pieces that are shamed in the industry belong to you and make you so enticing to him.

Your thighs lay softly over his own, flesh easy to grip and hold, features just like nature had intended for them to look like. There's nothing artificial about the way you kive, feel, whine underneath him, breasts moving with every snap of his hips into you. He's practically growling under his breath as you begin to clench around his length, his own high approaching rapidly.

He wonders how you cum.

So he leans over you, hand holding your hips while the other one reaches between you two, toying with your pearl, making you moan out so deliciously his ears can't help but stay focused on the sound to catch it all. You push your head back, back lifting off the mattress below as your toes curl, legs shaking in pleasure. It's a sight he wants to burn into hid mind, he wants to record it and use it to get off in the future because fuck.

You're so beautiful like this, and he can't help himself as he pulls out, practically ripping the condom off of his length to finish himself off into your stomach and up to your chest, seed escaping him in ropes that stain your skin in his scent.

You don't seem to mind, and he didn't expect you to, either.

Instead, you willingly let him run his fingers through the mess, mind hazy from your afterglow as you accept his actions as care and affection.

He himself feels high for a second as the smell of sex fills the room, fills his mind as he leans down to lick a stripe up between your breasts, before he sloppily kisses your jaw, your neck, your cheek- before laying down, uncaring of the messy state you're in. No, right now he wants to cuddle with you, the hotel staff will take care of the stained sheets.

And he'll take care of you.

snippet. “you had never known true love, and after 18 years of emotional abuse and overall neglect, you didn’t think you’d ever get it. but there that man sat, speaking as if it wasn’t a big deal and as if he wasn’t being so great to you.”

warnings. pseudo-incest, lewd talks, mentions of gay sex (mxm & fxf), fetishization of gay relationships/sex, sex dreams, dry humping, humping in general, age gap (both legal though), eating out, yn basically has a lot of dirty thoughts, bad mother x reader relationship, mother is shaming her kid, virgin reader, experienced taehyung, like very slight choking, fingering, squirting, slight voyeourism, pillow masturbation like once, masturbation in general, bad first time 😣😣, running away.

masterlist. wordcount. 8.6k

authors note. not everyone’s cup of tea and mayhaps it doesn’t seem exaclty yandere yet but THERE WILL BE A PART 2!!!! which will have a little more yandere characteristics in it. pls reblog when u can to get this out to more ppl!! thank u for reading and super sorry for any mistakes! i was just super excited to put this out but i’ll be going back to edit it later!!! don’t be afraid to talk to my about my works by sending an ask!!!

You stood across from your locker, watching the popular couple making out furiously. Nabi’s back was pressed against her locker, but not completely from her torso as Jin has a tight grip on her ass. Watching made those familiar butterflies rise within you. They were both so incredibly attractive— so it felt like the beginning of the pornos you liked to watch. It was a bit weird though— you never found the appeal to straight porn, at least not the free videos on Pornhub. You would rather watch your hot classmate tribbing her way with a girl, or her counterpart getting fucked in his ass and jerked off at the same time. It felt a bit more sensual… at least the low quality ones you watched did.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” The family voice of your best friend brings you out of your horny tranced thoughts. You turn to the girl, a smile gracing her lips at the sight of your blushing cheeks. The laugh she lets out at your flustered appearance only makes your cheeks brighten, the embarrassment coursing throughout you in hot waves. “God. You really need to get laid. How are you hot and bothered over Jin and Nabi? They’re the worst.”

“Shh!” You quiet her down, the eyes and ears around you turning to pay attention elsewhere. “Yeah, they tease me a bit… but they’re hot…”

“Don’t see the appeal.” She rolls her eyes as she grabs a jolly rancher from your bowl of candy from inside your locker. She found it weird how often you munched on sugar filled sweets, but it was a good in-between class snack. “Once I know the personality is shit, so is their face.”

“How do you look at Seokjin’s face and decide it’s not edible— it’s like a crime against humanity.”

“Right, against all the other actual crimes against humanity?” Your best friend falls into another one of her political filled rants. If it were any other day, you’d listen to her fake activism, but you were too consumed with desire and guilt mixed in one.

You continued to watch the couple grope each other, mind running the most scandalous of thoughts. You could imagine yourself caressing Nabi’s body, your tongue dancing on her sweet pussy, Seokjin groping you all over like he was doing with her, fingers jolting against your swollen clit. Transitioning into getting your tight hole filled by the man, Nabi continuously rubbing your clit, squirting all over his cock and her fingers.

“Let’s go, sick pervert.” Aera smacks the back of your hand, your detailed daydreams fading away for a second whilst Jin and Nabi skip off.

The car ride was filled with more of Aera’s rants. The growing ache between your brows only grew more at the sound of her high pitched voice. You aren’t usually so grumpy, especially with your closest friend, but you could help it. You were frustrated— sexually frustrated. And like the good friend she was, Aera caught on.

“Why don’t you get it over with?” She suddenly asks, your attention turning to her rather than the clean and sleek streets of your town.

“Get what over with?” You ask with a sigh, slouching in the seat of her expensive car.

“Sex. Sucking a dick. Getting your clit sucked. Losing your v-card. All of the above.”

The sudden shy feeling rising in you made you cover your face. She laughed at your antic, which only made the blush flush against your cheeks more. It was incredible how filthy your thoughts got, but how shy you were when it came to an actual sexual talk or doing. Even simply touching yourself in your room left you a blushing mess. It was part of the reason you didn’t want to have sex anytime soon, as much as you wanted to orgasm with someone, you weren’t sure you were ready. Physical wise at least— mentally, you fucked every attractive person you came across.

“I don’t want to…” you sigh, looking out the car window rather than your friend. “I don’t think I’m comfortable with… I don’t know, being so vulnerable…”

The ‘hmph’ she released only makes you feel all the more embarrassed. “I’ve told you time and time again— I’d gladly fuck you.”

You send a harsh slap onto her arm, her loud laughter filling your ears, shaking the vehicle as she tries her best to avoid your anger. You were already so riled up— the last thing you needed was the image of your best friend rubbing her pussy against yours.

Getting home was all you wanted, which is why you threw a simple goodbye at your friend and rushed inside of your huge home. The white marbled floors were as shiny as ever, making you trudge against it slowly, afraid to leave even a single mark. While your mom hired every maid in the district, she still loved a spotless house, which only led you and your step-father to be careful at all times.

“Honey, I’m home!” You call out in a sing-song tone, walking into the huge kitchen of yours. Your mother whisked around the place in a frantic manner, all of the maids watching carefully. The atmosphere in the room was tense, your eyes darting all around. “Hey mom, what are you up to?”

“Jesus,” your mother yelps, turning to face your uniform clad self. “You scared me!”

“Sorry.” You shrug off her horrendous attitude. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Y/N?” Her snappy tone only makes you sigh. While she rarely paid attention to you, it was still nice of her to answer with her short and curt responses, but you clearly weren’t going to get anything that afternoon.

“I’m going to my room.” You turn away quickly, feeling the way your mood begins to change. Rather than the neutral feelings you had all day, you began to feel bitter and angry— just as you always felt in the Kim household.

You sprinted up to your room, careful to close the door softly behind you. It was best to not alert your mother of any wrongdoing, at least the ones in her book.

You spent most of the afternoon in your bedroom, heading downstairs every now and then to the kitchen to grab a snack before dinner. Your mother would scold you for it, warning you not to spoil your dinner, which she so graciously cooked. It was best to fill yourself up with your munchies. You were also way too tired to rid yourself of your uniform, your button up now untucked as it fell over your plaid blue skirt.

The sound of the doorbell resonating throughout the house made you jump in your spot, your homework now nowhere in mind. You rushed downstairs, wanting to get the night over with. “Y/N, get the door!” Your mother yells from upstairs. You roll your eyes at the way she fixed her appearance so thoroughly. She would never try for you— her real child.

With annoyance filling your every step, you swing the huge door open, eyes meeting with the famous son clad in his fancy suit.

Kim Taehyung was, is, and will continue to be the star of your family. He rose from being a nothing artist, to owning multiple art museums and showcasing many galleries. He was such a successful man at the ripe age of twenty-five, something your mother and step-father loved to flaunt about. Especially to you, reminding you of how great you had to do once you were out of high school. The bar was set and it was set incredibly high— almost felt out of reach.

“Taehyung’s here!” You yell out to your parents, turning away from the guy who’s aura just yelled confidence.

“Not even a simple hello?” The guy speaks, closing the front door gently behind him.

“Don’t feel like it.”

“Missed you too.”

“You wish I did.” You scoff, awaiting your mother and step-father.

“How are your studies?”

“Mind your business.” You snarl softly, hoping the man stopped speaking to you. It was only a hopeful thought as he continued to do so.

“You’ve got to raise that English grade. Mother won’t be happy when she finds out.”

You turn to him with a glare, the anger rising within you. He knew what he was doing, even when he tried to defend you, it only threw gasoline to the already huge fire. He was an angel— he could do no wrong. “You’re a sick fuck. Stop fucking stalking me. And she’s not your mother, she’s my mother.”

“Stalking? I’m only worrying for my baby sister.”

“I’m not your sister.”

“You can deny it all you want, we’re a family.” Was all he said as your mother made her way down the staircase as if she was the main character of a cheesy movie. It made your eyes roll on their own, her dramatic entrances always having annoyed you.

“Tae!” Your mother calls out happily, inviting him into a big hug. The two hug warmly, a frown falling onto your face at the sight. You couldn’t remember the last time she even held your hand. Taehyung’s eyes were laid upon your hurt frame as he pulled away from the hug, a small frown turning his lips down ever so slightly. It all went away as his father climbed down the stairs, his strong voice booming throughout the room. You watched the father and son duo hug, a yawn coming from your mouth.

“Why couldn’t you change?” Your mother sighs at your messy look. You look down at your outfit, suddenly feeling so beneath the graciously dressed family. “God, you can’t do anything right.” She shook her head in disappointment, attention turning right back to the older boy.

Your mother pushed you all into the dining room, the unbelievably huge table all too big for a family of four. You were beside Taehyung as you played with the peas on your plate. Your mother was all too busy catching up with Taehyung to notice the way you sat in a slouch or how you tossed your food around with your fork. You weren’t arguing though, at least she wasn’t busy nitpicking your every move. Or so you thought.

“Sit up straight, Y/N.” You do so immediately, staring down your plate of food. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, only making your face flush more. It was embarrassing when your mother began on you with her husband and step-son.

“I heard Y/N won a recent essay award.” You look up at Taehyung in shock at the sudden mention of your win. You hadn’t mentioned it to anyone but Aera.

“Is that true?” Taehyung’s father turns his attention to you. “What was the award?”

“Uhm… some money for college and a certificate.”

“Really? Where are they?” Your mother asks suddenly.

“Where’s what?”

“The money and certificate.”

“I… I gave the money to the second place winner. The certificate’s somewhere on my desk.”

“You gave the money away?” The tone to your mother’s voice meant only one thing— an argument was about to ensue.

“I think that’s very noble.” Taehyung speaks. You breathe in shakily, feeling smaller by the second. “We’ve got more than enough money for her education, right?”

The room is quiet from his question. “Right?” He repeats as the atmosphere intensifies.

“Just drop it.” You mutter softly, feeling the tears springing in your eyes.

“She does have a college fund, right?”

“I said drop it.” You repeat.

“We thought it was best that she apply for a ballet school. It’s what she’s been practicing for all this time.” The rate of your heart beat began to rise, labored breaths ensuing.

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s great at it… but that’s not what she wants to do.” Taehyung speaks as if he knew you deeply, you turn to him, feeling nothing but anger as he tries to stand up for you, like he always did.

“We’re not saying paying for college is out of the question… we just want her to try for one.”

“So, these past five years you’ve been with my father, you haven’t saved up a penny for her education?” The way the man harshly questioned your mother made you jump softly, eyes shut tight as if that would stop the scene from continuing.

“We’ve got the money, we just—”

“You two are ridiculous.” You could feel the anger radiating off of him, your fingers tapping against your thigh rhythmically. “I’ll pay.”

“What? There’s no need!”

“Either you two pay for the actual education she wants, or I do.”

“Don’t disrespect your step-mother like that!” Your step-fathers loud voice was your final straw.

“I said drop it!” You yell at them, jumping up from your seat with teary eyes. “I-I…” you look over at your mother as she watches you with her careful glare. You turn right back to Taehyung, who was waiting for you to continue. “I want to go to a ballet school. It’s what I want, so please, stop arguing.”

—

Taehyung stayed over that night, his old bedroom prepared for him. You left for school early that morning to avoid your family, embarrassed about last night’s debacle and how you stormed off afterwards. Your day at school went fine, boring and for once not filled with nasty thoughts about the most popular kids at school. Aera could tell you were out of it, but she didn’t ask. You suppose that’s one of her biggest faults— not knowing how to speak about neither of your problems, not without her panicking and changing the topic to the dumbest of things.

“I’m home.” You announce that afternoon, Seokjin trailing behind you. You were a bit nervous to have the guy over, feeling even more guilty as you realized you’ve cum at the thought of him fucking his girlfriend. “I’ve got company! Be on your best behavior!” You could tell from the small snort coming from your classmate that he thought it was a joke.

“Well, hello.” Your mother erupts from the living room. She looks the boy up and down, his nice and crisp uniform catching her eyes immediately. “You’re Mr. Kim’s boy, right? Kim Seokjin?”

“Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure seeing you again.” He shakes your mother’s hand respectfully. But the way his eyes trailed down her figure only made you want to throw-up. Maybe Aera was right, he really was shitty.

“Likewise.” She replied, a feigned kindness to her voice. “School project?”

“Yes, actually, we couldn’t study at my place, my baby brother is teething and it’s too noisy with his crying. Sorry for the intrusion.”

“Not at all,” your mother shakes her head ferociously, making you want to laugh. She always tried hard with the other rich families, as almost every mother refused to accept her and her shopaholic tendencies. Surprisingly, many of the mothers in your gated community rarely used their husbands money for materials like so, as they were rich themselves. Your mother was nothing compared to them, barely managing to graduate high school and work for herself. “It’s a pleasure having you over. Would you like any snacks?”

“Oh, no thank you, we stopped by to get some fast food before.”

Your mother turns to you, eyebrows raised. “You had fast food?”

You shake your head quickly, “he was hungry so I took him to get some! I didn’t get anything. I swear.”

“It’s true, Mrs. Kim, she wasn’t hungry.” Your mother looks you up and down suspiciously before turning right back around to Seokjin. The two conversed for a minute but Seokjin excused himself by telling her you two needed to get started. She obliged quickly, the two of you heading up to your room. You closed the door behind you, tossing your backpack on your bed.

“Surprised she didn’t tell you to leave the door open.” Seokjin sprawls his body on your bed, making your bag fall onto the floor.

“She doesn’t care.” You take a seat on your desk chair, laptop opened and the dark screen catches your reflection. “What do you want to do? I was thinking I could make a presentation on Haiti’s culture, and you could present?”

“Do I have to do a lot of work?” The boy groans from beneath his arm which was covering his face.

“No,” you roll your eyes at him. “We have notecards. No need to memorize.”

The boy sits up, looking at you with hooded eyes at his previous position. “You won’t tell Mr. Barrera about my part… lack of, I mean.”

“Nope.” You shake your head, turning your back to him and tapping on the cursor of your laptop. You could hear Seokjin getting up from your bed, which was exactly why you shut your computer quickly, horrified at the tab you left open.

“Woah, other Kim! I thought you were a prude!” Seokjin laughs from behind you, arms on either side of your body as he leans against the desk. He lifts the computer screen up, pornhub on full display. The video which was paused midway, making your cheeks flush. You had only ever been caught once with porn, which your step-father pretended to not see and ignored. You were so grateful.

You weren’t sure which instance was worse. Not when Seokjin softly moved your hair to the side to get a better look at the screen. His finger danced around the cursor, playing the video. “What are you doing?” You spit out, ready to slam the computer once more. He catches your hands in his.

“Come on,” he speaks so closely against your ear. You could feel his warm breath with every word, shivers running down your spine. “It’ll be fun.” The way his wet tongue ran across your ear made you tense up. You were stuck— you never thought you’d be in such a position. “You really don’t want to?” He pulls away teasingly, your ear feeling cold at his departure.

“No!” You get up from your chair quickly, startling the boy. The smirk on his face only made your nerves worse. “I-i mean… I do. Want to. I do want to have fun.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.” You nod, hands placed behind you, nails digging into the palm of your skin. “I do but… Nabi…”

“What about her?” He asks as he wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. The bulge you felt against you was surely not because of you, rather the porn that was playing in the background. It still felt good to have a man have a hard-on in your room.

“This… this is cheating?” The way his lips danced over yours, teasing you as you chased after his lips left you reeling.

“We’re not dating. She’s got a college boyfriend. We’re also having fun.”

Your mind was clouded by the way his plump lips shone with his saliva, having just licked them. You were too enthralled with him to care for all of those insecurities you thought of before to psych you out of a shared orgasm.

The way he placed his soft lips onto yours shocked you. By no means was this your first kiss, but it was shocking that it wasn’t with an audio visual member and instead it was with Seokjin. He pushed you back with him, laying you down softly. His arm was now placed beside you, lips back onto one another. His leg was placed in between your legs, feeling the fabric of your spandex beneath. It was part of your uniform regulation to wear a pair of black spandex beneath your skirt, which only irritated you now as you felt it blocked you from feeling the friction you wanted to feel.

And boy, were you wrong. The way he pushed his knee against your clit made a moan come from your mouth, stopping the dance between your lips for a second. Your hips began to move on their own need, rubbing yourself harder against him. Every single sensation you felt only sent you further on edge, which felt embarrassing at how quick, but it was the rush of doing it with Seokjin.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but you were now sitting on Seokjin, his bulge right on your wet clit, having disposed of your spandex and underwear at some point. He wasn’t inserting himself in you, rather, using you as if you were a pillow he humped. You weren’t sure why you weren’t going all the way, but the pure bliss you felt made you forget, focusing on the pleasure you had now. You were riding against him so well, your school skirt fluttered around your legs, covering the lewd act from anyone’s prying eyes.

“F-fuck… I’m— I’m go-gonna cum.” Seokjin stutters out. You were shaky, having already cum once whilst rubbing yourself against him. But you weren’t satiated with your one orgasm. You were chasing your second high when your bedroom was bursted open.

“Hey, Y/N, mom told me to take you shopping— holy shit!” You pushed yourself off of the boy in a panic, Jin grabbing one of your teddy bears and covering his, still very hard, cock.

“Fuck, Taehyung!” You yell out at the man, his eyes covered with his hands. Your face was beet red, as was Seokjin’s at being caught. “Why didn’t you fucking knock?!”

“Why didn’t you close the fucking door while doing this shit— wait, what the fuck!” He suddenly removes his hands from his face, an angry look now sprawled on it. His eyes never once left Seokjin, who luckily now had his jeans covering himself up. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“J-j-ji-Jin!” He sputters out, only adding to both of your embarrassment. You covered your red face at the scene, the shock of it all making you feel light headed.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Jin.”

“Yes, sir!” Seokjin hurriedly grabbed his bag, sending you a small scared look before rushing out of your bedroom. The room went silent for a second as you sat on your bed, cold air hitting your wet pussy from beneath your skirt.

“Are you fucking insane?!” You yell, getting up from the bed and fixing your skirt to reach the very top of your knees as it was meant to be worn at school.

“Says you?! How could you do that under my roof?!”

“Your roof? I live here! You don’t, so why aren’t you back at your super fancy and expensive penthouse?!”

“Mom and dad left so they left me in charge before leaving— how could you do that?”

You groan, foot stomping on the carpeted floor of your room. “Get out, pervert!”

“You shouldn’t be fucking doing that!”

“And why not? It’s my bedroom. My body. My goddamn life!”

“With Seokjin? You really want a fucking life with Seokjin?!”

“Yes! Why the fuck not?!”

“You could do so much better than that prick!”

“You don’t even know him! And you have no right to, we’re not even family!” The room went silent at the phrase you yelled.

His eyes trailed up and down your body before looking at you with his angry filled eyes. “You’re right.” He agrees, making you feel embarrassed at your outburst. Even more embarrassment than you were feeling. “We’re not related. Because how could I ever be related to a slut like you?” The man stormed right at you, hand wrapped around your neck and pushing you up against your bedroom wall. You let out a small hiss at the sudden action, pain coursing through your back.

“Get the fuck off of me,” you spit at him. “Dont fucking touch me!”

“Or what?” The way he spoke made chills run down your spine. You never bothered to get to know Taehyung in the past five years you lived with his father, rather you put up such a huge barrier, one you thought worked perfectly fine. Which is why you hadn’t known that the dark look that was in his eyes as he dipped his hand beneath your skirt, was the same one he looked at you with since he first saw how much you had grown. He was completely and utterly enamored with you, and without you knowing, he took care of you. He reached out to your teachers to get rundowns, and even when they told you there was no extra credit to raise your grade, he persuaded them to allow it. He only let the best of company around you, and Seokjin was not on his list. That clumsy freshman boy by the name of Jungkook? He was fine, too much of a wuss to ever try anything with you. Min Yoongi? Fuck no, he was drug dealing scum, you were way too good for him. Aera was the only other girl he chose as well, most other girls seeming too vapid in his mind.

“Is… stop, Taehyung.” You manage to mumble out as his fingers prance around your wet folds, other hand still holding your neck in a tight hold.

“Do you know how often I’ve thought of you like this?” He groans at how wet your pussy felt against his million dollar fingers. “Only, you weren’t so fucking bratty, thought you’d let it happen.”

You felt sick for liking what he was doing to you. You felt yourself dripping all over his fingers, lewd noises being heard as he rubs you up and down. The throaty whine you let out leaves Taehyung wanting more. You were already rutting your hips against him, so why not try and move a step forward. He removed his hand from around your neck, placing you down onto your bed, which you put up no fight about. It was enchanting how swollen your pussy was as he lifted the familiar plaid skirt up. And without a second thought, he shoved one of his long and cold fingers inside of you. The way your body shook at the feeling only reminded him more of how innocent you were-- something Jin would never be able to take away from you. It would be him, all of your firsts would be him, he made the promise to himself as he curls his single finger within you. He upped his pace after a while, wanting you to get used to the feeling. Stealthily, he inserts another finger, then another, and another.

You were moaning like crazy now as he rubbed your clit and hit the sweetest spots inside of you all at once. You had never cum so hard before-- your body shaking so intensely at the new experience. Taehyung loved watching you twitch in pleasure, his pants tightening around him more than ever. He let you rest for a couple of minutes, coming down from your high as your chest rose up and down. You were tired, both from school and the sexual doings within the past hour, making your eyes shut softly on their own.

—

You did your best to avoid Taehyung. It was easy at first, as he had left for his own home for a few days, but it wasn’t long enough. He was now eating dinner with your family, cleaning around the house, working long hours at the dining table— he did just about anything to be under the same roof as you. Your mother and step-father couldn’t tell anything was up, you had always been harsh with Taehyung, it was nothing new— so no questions were asked, which you thanked the heavens for.

“It’s a family event, honey,” your step-father tells you as you trail after him that morning. Taehyung was up in his room, loud classical music heard throughout the entirety of the huge house. “You have to go.”

You couldn’t help but let out a childish whine, “come on, you and I both know it’s gonna suck.”

“Your brother says he’s got some important news to share, so I’m sorry but the answer is still no.”

You let out a frustrated groan as you lay your head against his office door. Your mind ran with many ideas as to how you could get out of the event your brother planned for the weekend in your backyard. You couldn’t handle the thought of taking pictures with him for a newspaper like you were a happy family.

“Y/N?” Taehyung’s family voice calls out to you, his music now lowered.

“What?” You snap, rushing up the stairs to get into your room. There was still an hour left for school having been woken up by Taehyung, but you were ready to go, uniform on and backpack waiting for you on your desk.

“Come here.”

“No way,” you scoff, feeling the way your heart beat hard against your chest. “I’ve got to leave already.”

But the way he stopped in front of you, clad in a pair of grey sweats and black t-shirt made you jump. “Get out of my way.” You try your best and dodge him, but he doesn't relent.

“It’ll just be a second,” the way he moves your head up to look at his brown eyes is what breaks you. Your shy demeanor was back as he led you into his childhood bedroom. His walls were painted a navy blue, and the awards sprawled on his room was a shrine to himself. It made you scoff.

“I just need some… young eyes for this project.”

“You’re 25, not 80.” You roll your eyes, but still refuse to look at him, eyes scouring the room. Your palms were sweaty, rubbing them on your plaid skirt.

“Yes, I know that, doofus. I just need someone to give their opinion.” The man passes you one of his art folders, you take a hold of it, hand slightly shaking with nerves. Both of you chose to ignore it as you began to look through the inside. The most beautiful pieces of art was displayed in the folder— the brush work layered with all sorts of techniques. You were in no way the art connoisseur that he was, but you could find the beauty in the brush strokes— which is why you were in complete awe.

“They’re beautiful… who's the artist?” You ask, continuing to go through the folder.

“Me.”

You look up at him in shock. “This is your work? You made this?”

“Yup, all me.”

“No way,” you felt giddy at the thought of his new art. “You were… I didn’t think you’d do anything other than abstract… This is amazing. What would this style be called? Photorealism?”

“In a way, yes.”

“That means you took these pictures to get such great details, right? Where was all this? Another country?”

“I didn’t.”

“You didn’t what?” You almost felt anxious when you looked up at him.

“I didn’t take a picture because these places aren’t real.”

“So this is… like all from your mind?”

“Yeah… it’s why I’m not so sure it’s even considered photorealism… I don’t know. My manager said it is, but it feels almost fake.”

“This does not look fake.” You scoff as you look down at the country art he had drawn— if he hadn’t told you it was drawn, you would have truly thought it was a picture.

“Not the look. The feeling, the style.”

You nod as you listen to him explain how he felt about his work. While he admitted it was beautiful, he seemed stuck as to what it should be categorized as, which his manager was pushing him to do. He didn’t want it to just be “art” nor did he want to label it.

“Then don’t.” You shrug in a nonchalant manner as your fingers skim across the final art piece, mind drifting from all of your past problems. “Don’t categorize it. Just say it’s yours— nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

“And why not? You’re a talented man who’s exhibits are worldwide— do you really think these artsy people care for a title? They hear Kim Taehyung and drop their artsy panties for you, you have the power here.”

The room went quiet for a minute, the end of the folder bringing you back to real life. You slam the folder shut, standing up from the edge of his bed. “I’ve got to go.”

“Already? I’ll drive you to school.”

“No!” The sudden yell makes him look at you, eyebrows raised. “I mean… thank you for the offer but I-I’m catching a lift with Aera.”

He watches your nervous figure, the filthiest thoughts running through his mind. There was not a night where he didn’t cum into his hands thinking of how filthy you left him with your juices. And although he just wanted to fuck you every time he saw, he liked the little chase— made you all the more desirable.

“I’ll… get going.” You were on your way out of his room, his attention back on his work, when you noticed the frame on his desk. You felt yourself blush at the sight of the recent writing contest award you won at school in full display, as if he were proud of such a small accomplishment.

You remembered all the other times you found your awards sitting in the trash or being squashed beneath your mothers mess. You cried yourself to sleep every single night you won an award, your mother too enthralled in her own doings to recognize your work. You gave up at some point, never telling her of the projects you began nor your wins, much less your losses. It finally settled within you though when she married Taehyung’s father and in turn began caring for his son. She held up his awards and career milestones like a proud mother— what she should have been doing for you.

“How… how do you have that?” You catch the man’s attention, making him turn to the award and back up at you.

“It was on your desk,” he shrugs. “Thought I should commemorate it.”

The way he spoke of it so casually made your heart soar. Any sane person would know it was your mommy issues that made you flip. You had never known true love, and after 18 years of emotional abuse and overall neglect, you didn’t think you’d ever get it. But there that man sat, speaking as if it wasn’t a big deal and as if he wasn’t being great to you.

So you did the one thing you wanted to do more than ever, you bent down to the man whose height was much shorter in his chair. The man was a bit shocked at the way your lips were placed on his, but after a second, he began to lather in it. He dropped the book he had in his hands, grabbing your waist with his strong arms, dragging you to take a seat on his lap. Your legs were swung on either side of him, lips continuing to move against his.

The two of you ate one another as if you were starved, and in some sense you were. You hadn’t kissed him the day he made you cum, but doing so made you regret not doing it sooner. He caressed you, holding you carefully as if he were afraid to hurt you. While it was nice in a romantic aspect, you didn’t crave that at the moment— no, you wanted to go harder.

Your hips began to move up against him, your annoying spandex getting in the way as they always did. The grip he had on your ass would definitely leave marks, hurting you with every squeeze, but you didn’t hate it. “Tae…” you moan as he kisses and sucks down your neck. Your head was tilted to give him more space to decorate you.

“Baby,” he groans as his hard-on now sits against your warm cunt. You continued to hump him against his sweats, labored breaths coming from the both of you. “You’ve got to go now.” But neither of you made the move to stop, lips still devouring one another.

And so you continued to hump him, and while Taehyung felt it was adolescent, he loved having you pleasure yourself on him. Just last week you refused to be in the same room as him, but there you were now— enjoying every inch of him, using him like you did a pillow in the privacy of your own room.

You had cum a few minutes later, Taehyung scattering small kisses around your face as you came down from your high. “You look so good,” he softly wipes the sweat glistening on your hairline. “Wanna see you fucked out again.”

You nod softly, a smile on your face feeling utter bliss. You went to school that day, giggly as you thought of Taehyung and the way he loved you.

—

Your mother and her husband were a bit confused at your sudden change towards Taehyung. The two of you were hanging out, laughing and throwing jokes at one another— as if you hadn’t hated one another just a few days ago. Her husband, for one, was very happy. He had always wanted the two of you to get along, it was a dream come true. He just had not known of the dirty things you two were doing.

He visited in your room late at night, teasing your clit with his fingers or making your fuck yourself on a pillow as he pumped his own cock at the sight. You ever gave him his own surprise visits, waking him up to your mouth of his dick, or letting him rub his cock against your wet pussy— but not actually fucking you, you didn’t want to yet. He took you on dates, which many thought were innocent, just two step-siblings hanging out. They just didn’t know he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, reminding you of how precious you are to him, or the things he’d do to you when you got home. You were almost a normal couple. Almost.

“Mom, I don’t like this one.” You groan as she makes you stand up straight. The two of you had gone shopping yesterday since Taehyung hadn’t taken you to grab a dress for his event when your mother told him to.

“Well, it’s too late, Y/N, this is all we have for you.”

You felt like a kid in the purple dress you wore. It wasn’t exactly the image you were going for, not when you were reminded everyday of the differences between you and Taehyung. Never mind the fact that you were step-siblings, but that you were in high school and he had already built an entire life. One that didn’t involve you, you realized as you watched him converse with his guests. They all wore such fancy suits and dresses and they looked mature. The most mature thing you had in your room was the dildo you had hidden— but even then the pink color with small flower designs still made you childish.

“Debby downer,” you jump at Taehyung’s voice in your ear as he pulls away quickly, to avoid everyone’s eyes on a weird scene. “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning all morning.”

You sigh dramatically, earning a small laugh from Taehyung. “I don’t like this dress.”

“Really? I think you look beautiful.”

“Yeah, well, you have to say that, you’re my—”

“Your what?” The teasing tone to his voice only makes you smile like a schoolgirl.

“Nothing.” The way you drag the word only has Taehyung laughing.

“Well, when you want to tell me, I’m all ears, baby.”

“Yeah?” You laugh with the man as he continues to tease you. You were so incredibly happy, not even your mother talking about your weight made your mood simmer down. Nothing could ruin your day.

“Hello, could I get everyone’s attention?” Taehyung calls out in his dark black microphone. He stood with the sun shining on his beautiful tan skin, looking as good as ever. His brown hair shagged atop of his head, which only he could make look good at a fancy event. “I know this was all very sudden, so thank you to those who made it, and those who didn’t, no hard feelings— you’ll find out soon.” The crowd listens intently as you watch his frame carefully, hand up trying your best to cover the sun from hitting your eyes.

“First, I want to announce my latest gallery— it's opening this up and coming Friday. All of its proceeds will be donated to this wonderful charity my company and I are fully supporting.” He begins to fall into details of the charity and supporting children. You weren’t paying attention, having already told you all about charity after a night of fun. You could still remember the way he held you, your body naked, his hands playing with your hair as you laid on him. It was a moment you’d remember forever.

“And for the final announcement— the one I’ve been waiting for… for such a long time.” He sighs happily, a bright smile on his face. You watched the sight confused completely, you thought the gallery and charity was the entire purpose of the event. He hadn’t told you anything else. “Come here, love.” The sweet nickname he used caught you off guard, believing he was talking to you like he did all those nights. But when the beautiful woman walked right towards him, recognizing her as a guest you welcomed at the beginning of the party, you realized what was happening. Especially when you saw the way her right shone brightly. “I’m getting married.”

It felt as if the air was knocked out of your lungs as you watched him lovingly place a kiss on her cheek. He held her tight, arm around her waist. She wore such a beautiful burgundy dress, slits on the sides giving off such a sexy look as she showed her slim legs off. It hugged every single curve of hers, making you understand why they were with one another. That didn’t stop the way you felt sick to your stomach, the anger and betrayal bubbling within you. The crowd cheered around you as you stood and watched the couple share such a sweet moment together.

“Congratulations, son!” Your step-father looked as happy as ever as he hugged his son. You stood behind him and your mother, chest burning, wanting to run off and just cry your heart out.

“Congratulations to you both!” Your mother hugs his partner as if she had known her forever.

Taehyung’s eyes fall on you, a small smile on his face. You could tell it wasn’t a genuine one, a bit of sadness coating it. “Congratulations,” but growing up with the mother you have taught you one thing— how to hide your emotions perfectly. “It’s so lovely to meet you,” you turn to the woman, a bright smile displayed on your face. “I wish you and… my brother the best.” You could see the way Taehyung tensed up at the word you used. But you didn’t care, not anymore.

—

“What was that back there?” The way Taehyung pulls you into the guest room makes you sweat.

“What was what? I was being polite. Welcoming her into the family.”

“How could you… how could you be so cool about this?”

You scoff at the hurt look on his face. “Cool? What part is so cool? You just fucking ate my pussy last night, Taehyung only for you to turn around and be in a relationship. I- I was feeling what you told me you felt for me for so long… you’re the one in the wrong here, not me.”

“So you do care?” The way he walks up to you, hand grabbing your face. You looked up at his face, as a wave of relief washed over his features. “I thought… I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

The anger you felt was all too much to ignore his announcement. “Are you insane, you sick fuck?” You pull away from him, angrily. “You’re curious about my feelings for you at a time like this?” You couldn’t help but scoff at him. “But what can I expect? You just love fucking your little step-sister— so this isn’t too shocking!”

“I’m not your brother.” The way his hand wraps around your neck reminds you of the first time he went crazy on you. “Don’t ever fucking say that.”

“Why? Can't handle the fact that you’re a pervert?!” You scream, cheeks red with anger.

“Please, are you saying you didn’t like it, huh?” The way he pushed you onto the bed doesn’t make you back down, instead you continue to glare at him angrily as he forces you down with his hand still on your neck.

“I didn’t.”

“Right,” he scoffs. “You're just as sick as me— you love fooling around with me. You love the thought of us being wrong, isn’t that why you crawled into my bed every night? Isn’t it why you loved it when I licked you all up? When you would cum by just a five minute hump over our jeans?”

“Shut up,” you spit right back at him. “I want nothing to do with you!”

“Well that’s just too bad, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you.”

“And what?” You laugh at the man. “You think tonight’s the night? You just announced your engagement, can you get any more low?”

“Yes, I can.” He pushes your back right down onto the bed, hovering over you. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

You watched his dark eyes for a second before his lips fell onto your neck. He left small kisses all over you, taking bites on your every now and then. It scared you how you didn’t fight back— but his lips were so warm. You didn’t want to tell him to back off, you wanted him so bad. It’s why you let the man run his hand up your dress, letting him play with your clit. You let out the most scrumptious of moans that Taehyung had ever heard, loving the hold he had on you.

You let his fingers fuck you so deep and fast, enjoying every writhing moment. You came on him like so many other times before and you wanted him to do you so bad, even letting out a whine as he put your legs aside and leaned into your heat. “I need you, Tae.” You whine and pout at him.

“I know baby, but this virgin pussy needs to get some practice before we go all in. I don’t want to hurt you.” You nod, just wanting him to put his mouth on you. And he did so, he slurped up every inch of you, tongue teasing your clit to hear more of your moans. His movements were so sensual, making the pleasure you felt hit ten times harder, and you had thought that was the best of it until he began to muster his strength up on you. He had to hold your thrashing legs down as you came harder than you had before. He let you soak it all in, pushing your hair back in such a soft manner.

“I-I don’t think… I can cum again.” You whine, making the older man laugh into your shoulder.

“Yes you can baby, let me show you just how to do it.”

As tired as you were, you still wanted him. So you let him take control over your lank body. He pulls himself atop of you, body hovering over your own hot one. He softly touched your swollen clit, making you flinch from sensitivity— Taehyung relishing in it all.

You wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did. You wanted it to be a memorable first time, riding a wave of pleasure. And while Taehyung didn’t seem like a selfish lover— you were just… inexperienced and he seemed to forget it that night. You could feel the way his cock slid in and out of you, you clenched around him when you winced in pain, but he was far too enthralled in his own pleasure.

Watching his face contort with pleasure above you as you struggled with the pain made you come to a realization. You were a desperate person. So desperate for any sort of love, that you wanted to accept such a twisted person’s supposed love for you. You could still remember the way his fingers cover through your hair as he spoke of how much he loved you. It felt so good to have such words directed at you that you hadn’t fully thought of what you were doing. You’re just as sick as him.

You could feel a spurt of cum coat your walls with every pump. He carefully dropped his body onto youre, face in your neck, fingers running through his hair. Every breath you felt against your neck brought you closer to tears as he murmured how much he loves you. “Thank you.” You hold him, placing a small kiss on his temple.

After a long night of gossiping with Aera, a certain name catches her attention. That same night, you had managed to grab ahold of the broke kid’s address from your school, as horrible as you felt referring to him as that. Park Jimin was not a popular boy, having been the only person who passed enough rigorous tests to join such a prestigious school. That being said, he was a magnet for spoiled rich kids, becoming a punching bag for most everyone, even a few teachers as they found it easy to mess with him to pass time with their boring lives.

The newest rumor? He had yelled at one of the boys who was beating him, that he was leaving either way and that there was no reason to keep going. It was only fair that the conclusion was him running away. And so like the irrational person you were, you showed up to his place and sure enough, the idiots at your school were correct. The backpack he was carrying was stuffed to the brim, while his car out front held a few suitcases.

“What are you doing here?” Park Jimin looked at you with a bewildered look.

“I heard what you’re planning.”

“My move?”

“You're running away.”

“I mean… not really? My family’s waiting for me so…”

“But still… you’re running from school.”

“I’m not running from anything.” Jimin scoffs, shoving your shoulder as he walks away from you. You don’t back off, not when you wanted dearly to leave already.

“Okay, you’re not running. I’m sorry, I just have a favor to ask you.”

“And why would I do anything for you?” He asks as he tosses his backpack into the backseat. “I don’t even know you.”

“I know, I know this is weird… but I need to get out of here.” Jimin looks up at you, leaning against his run down car.

“What’d you do?” He questions. “I won’t be an accomplice to your murder or anything.”

“I wish it was murder.”

“You're sick.”

“Yeah well,” you sigh softly, fixing the bag on your shoulder. “What do you say? Want to give me a lift?”

It takes a second for him to answer, watching your tense figure. You kept looking over your shoulder, as if someone would come and grab you any second. It made him feel bad, and as bad as his attitude was at school, he himself wasn’t a bad guy. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” The hopeful look in your eyes made him sigh. He just hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

>> DADDY DEAREST : DILF!SEOKJIN

⇢ part 1

⇝ SUMMARY seokjin's your best friend's dad. and he takes such good care of you.

⇝ PAIRING married dilf!jin × younger!reader

⇝ WARNINGS 20+ audience, infidelity, age gap, unprotected penetrative sex, secret affair, mentions of sexting, daddy kink, nipple play, groping

Seokjin had always been your best friend's goofy dad. Every time you came over to study or hang out, he'd always lift a hand in a wave and greet you warmly. Tried to make you feel at home, whether it would be telling you a new joke he'd heard, or offering you both endless snacks while you were crashing in Areum's room. Usually ending with Areum getting tired of her dad interrupting your gossip sessions and letting out an exasperated "da-ad. go away." after the fifth time he came to check on you. Leaving you with a slightly jealous twang in your stomach at the sight of such a good father. Your best friend was so lucky and she didn't even realize it.

Seokjin knew the background you came from. Mom and dad divorced, dad gone before you could speak. Mom always away on business trips. You had a house, but not a home. And Seokjin was sympathetic to that. He decided that any friend of his daughter's was welcome at any time. And he made that well known to you.

"Pl-please, daddy. Go faster-," you stutter as Seokjin held you down against the couch pillows, keeping you from wriggling around too much while he pounded your cunt at a ruthless pace. Much too sloppy and rough for the serene family room you were being fucked in, your pussy squelching loudly with every thrust.

"Shh, sweetheart," he soothed your cries with a hand over your mouth, "you don't want them to hear, do you? Your pretty moans could wake even Areum, and she sleeps like the dead."

You nodded into his hand as he drilled his length into your soaked cunt, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. You whined as he changed his angle, pushing one of your legs up to your chest and over his broad shoulders. Your nails raked over the expanse of his perfect back, but he caught your hands before you could do too much damage, holding them high above your head in a deadlock.

"Daddy's gonna take you care of you now," he groaned into your neck, dizzy from your sweet scent. "Be a good girl for me, yeah?"

You nodded with a whimper, wide eyes meeting his softened ones as he looked down at you. He always took such good care of you, filled that emotional hole you grew up with.

You were supposed to be in Areum's room, giggling into the early hours of the morning about whatever topic you two chose to fixate on tonight. But after a few hours of movies, during which Areum had chosen to sext her crush, a delighted squeal coming from her every time her phone lit up, you had decided you were tired of it and told her you were going to the bathroom. Just to run into Seokjin sitting in the living room, reading glasses on, and a book in his hand.

"Hey, did you need something?" he immediately took off his glasses and set his book down. "I was about to come check on you guys."

You shook your head as you peaked into the kitchen. Empty.

"She's gone to bed already. Has an early morning." Seokjin explained, gesturing to the master bedroom. He spread his legs, patting his thighs invitingly.

"'m bored." You pouted, sliding into his lap. "Areum's on her phone and keeps putting on shitty movies."

His arms came to circle around your waist, pulling you in close. "She's ignoring you, hm?"

You nodded, batting those eyelashes as you ran your hand down his chest, lightly grazing his smooth silk shirt with your nails. "All I could think about was you. Sitting here, right in the next room. Almost touched myself daddy."

Seokjin tried to keep his composure, tried to hide the loud groan he almost let out. But it was so obvious he was no match for your charms. Putty in your hands as soon as you so much as looked at him. Clearing his throat as you nuzzled his chest, tangling your fingers in his salt and pepper hair as you whimpered in his ear about how much you wanted him. You had him wrapped around your finger, completely whipped. And he liked it that way.

"You're squeezing me so fucking tight," he panted, "You trying keep me here forever?" You nodded with teary eyes, pulling him closer and deeper in you. You wanted to feel him in your guts- you wanted to feel the imprint of his long cock for days.

His hands slipped under your shirt, groping your perky tits. "Always want me to fuck you. Always begging for it." You let out a whimper as he flicked your nipple, capturing one in his hands and twisting it in punishment. "Only let daddy have this cunt, yeah?"

Your obedient cry was muffled in his hand, but your desperate eyes told him enough. And he'd give you the world if you asked for it.

You slipped right back into Areum's room. She didn't even notice how long you were gone, still in the same position you had left her, giggling over the dick pic on her phone and showing it off to you as soon as you walked in. You nodded along with her excited motions. Not as impressive as her father's.

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One of the Boys

One of the Boys Ship: Taehyung | Reader Description: ChildhoodFriends!AU | BestFriends!AU | Neighbors!AU | Highschool!AU | All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? Warnings: Intercourse, Manhandling, Oral, Blowjob, Fingering, Flavored Condoms, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk with some Crack, Taehyung’s into Hickies, Fluff, Angst, Lots of Feminism talk Word Count: 20,240 A/N: Based on the song One of the Boys by Katy Perry!

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On the First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me…

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere au, angst

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: When your boss, Mr. Kim, asked you to help him pick out some presents for his boyfriend, Mr. Jeon, you thought it was an easy way to make a quick buck on Christmas Eve. Little do you know, there is much more brewing beneath the surface than you could have ever imagined.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, kidnapping, drugging (don’t trust the eggnog!), Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, invasion of personal space, mentions of engagement and marriage, general discomfort, objectification, forced kissing, making out, use of pet names: darling, baby, sweetie, threats.

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, everyone!!! Hope you have an incredible day for all who are celebrating! And here’s to hoping that you never find yourself in the same situation as Y/n lol. Stay safe y’all! And Happy Holidays, once again!! 💕💕💕

Mr. Kim was sitting typing on his computer when you walked into his office with his morning coffee. At the click of the door opening, he looked up at you, before immediately looking back at his screen. “Oh, Y/n, it’s just you.”

You stood in front of his desk, moving the hot mug from hand to hand as it slightly burned your palms. He always wanted his coffee piping hot, so scalding that even the handle couldn’t escape the heat. And with the new Christmas themed mug that Jungkook had gotten him—a reindeer head shaped mug with not even a handle—it only upped the torture you had to endure for the sake of your boss’ preference. “Yes, sir. Your coffee,” you said, before placing it down on a coaster.

“Thank you, Y/n. I can always rely on you.” He glanced at you for a second, winking with a soft smile on his face.

It was odd to see him being so kind. Mr. Kim wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence, to say the least. Quite the opposite actually. In the office, he is the cold, stoic, but smart CEO that everyone knows better than to cross. Not mean-spirited, per se, but definitely not someone who goes around giving compliments to people. This was new.

You shifted on your feet. “Uh, no worries. That’s quite literally a part of my job.”

When he reached for the mug, you couldn’t help, but warn him. “Wait! It’s really hot! I know you like it hot, but the mug is incredibly hot today. I just made it.”

He raised an eyebrow at your loud voice, never before have you spoken so openly with him. You’ve always been the definition of quiet compliance and poise. “Hot, hmm?”

You held your hands in front of you. “Yes, Mr. Jeon sent a new mug for you to use this morning. It doesn’t have a handle.”

He tapped the tip of his index finger against the ceramic cheek of the reindeer, before pulling his hand back hissing. He pressed his finger into his mouth to soothe the burn. “Yes, I see,” he said, around his finger.

Your eyes lingered on the sight. He watched you just as intensely, though you didn’t notice.

He popped his finger out of his mouth, and you were brought back to earth. “Jungkook,” he started, his voice somewhat sounded overwhelmed as he ran a hand over his face,  “has been getting me quite a few gifts now that I proposed to him.”

“Oh!” You interrupted. “Congratulations, Mr. Kim. Please, give my congrats to Mr. Jeon as well.”

“Yes, yes.” He waved away the topic. “Thank you, and I will let him know. He’ll be thrilled to receive your well wishes.”

His eyes glinted with something hidden. But as quickly as it came, it was gone.

Mr. Kim let out a sigh, before he began speaking again. “The thing is that he feels the need to prove his place as my future husband even though I’ve told him there is no need to. He’s become even more domestic than before.”

Then he mumbled more to himself, “Didn’t even think that was possible.”

He gestured at you. “You’ll see a lot more of him around here, he’s really over the moon. Can barely stay away. He already gets bored spending all day at home on his own, that’s partially why he always finds himself here. …Maybe I should get him a puppy… or something.” He eyed you for a moment, before turning back to shuffle around a pile of papers on his desk.

“Anyway, let me know if he becomes too much, I’ll let him know. I know he gets a bit excited, especially when you’re near.”

“Oh right. Of course, sir. Thank you.”

It was surprising that he seemed to be aware that Jungkook’s frequent visits had become too much for you. He would come semi-regularly to the office, hoping to see his boyfriend. However, because of Namjoon’s demanding work schedule: endless meetings, calls, and projects to overlook, Jungkook would often have to wait before he’d be able to see his boyfriend. And so he’d lean against your desk that was placed in front of Namjoon’s office, chin resting on top of  the palm of his hand, talking your ear off.

At first, it was just a way for him to kill time. And since he was your boss’ boyfriend, you endured him. You gave him one word answers as you tried to complete your work, while he would go on and on about whatever topic had piqued his interest that week.

However, as time passed, he’d begun to think of you as a friend. He would come just to see you, just to talk to you about the latest hobby he had taken on at home. Some days he would talk to you for over an hour, and when you’d finally tell him that Mr. Kim’s meeting had ended and he could enter his office, he’d leave without meeting him. He’d smile at you and let you know that he’d come to see you that day, not Namjoon.

It confused you, but considering he was a stay-at-home-boyfriend with seemingly little to no friends, you didn’t mind having to deal with his visits. He was entertaining in the bleak office climate. Especially after you’d been moved up to Namjoon’s empty floor.

Namjoon cleared his throat, causing you to jump.

“Um, right! If you don’t need anything else, I’ll go back to my desk. Let me know if you need anything, sir.”

He nodded. “I will.”

You turned on your heels, making your way to the door. As soon as your hand grasped the doorknob, the door opened, pushing you back. In less than a second you found yourself in someone’s embrace.

“Y/n!” the person said. They pulled and pushed you about in their arms making you hold on to them tighter to keep from falling. “I didn’t see you at your desk! I got worried that you’d taken the day off. Don’t do that to me!”

“Darling,” Namjoon commanded. “Let my assistant go.”

Jungkook obliged though with a whine and a dramatic pout. “Fineeeee.”

Finally able to look at him, you took in his outfit. He was dressed in a cute oversized off-white knit sweater that made his large frame look tiny. Hair fluffed in a just-got-of-bed style that only added to his overall cute aura. His eyes shined as he kept practically jumping with excitement. He was barely able to contain his joy.

“Y/n, Y/n, guess what! Guess what!” He was radiating happiness and sunshine that honestly made it hard to look at him.

“What?” you asked.

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