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Of Chivalry and Seduction

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Word count: 10K

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, unprotected sex.  It’s fairly vanilla for me, really…

“I took a vow when I became a Knight.”  Your eyes open, sincere interest easily read on all your features.  “An oath… to obey a code of chivalry.   To keep faith and speak the truth…  To protect and to serve.”  ….  “Will you let me serve you, sweet dove?  Let me worship you as you deserve?”  

An ever-so-slightly early Happy Birthday to @readyplayerhobi ! I hope you love it ^^ 

“Sir Hoseok, how long is it you intend for us to stay?”  

A smile tugging at his lips, Hoseok looks down to his Squire from atop his horse.  

“For as long as Lord Kim is willing to tolerate us, I expect,” the knight replies in good humour and Jungkook smiles happily from where he walks on a few paces ahead, reins in hand.  This is by no means their first visit, and Jungkook knows as well as anyone that Kim Taehyung would likely never let them leave if he had his way.

The journey from Hoseok’s homeland to that of his noble friend’s is by no means arduous but it is long, and after three days worth of riding he can think of nothing better than sitting in front of a nice warm fire, a stomach full of mead and a bed that consists of more than a pile of woollen blankets on cold and sodden ground.   

“They’re expecting us,” Jungkook observes, pointing ahead to the plume of smoke rising on the horizon from one of the houses many fireplaces.  “I can’t wait to get into the warm; I swore last night my very blood had frozen stiff.” Hoseok makes agreeable humming noises as Jungkook continues to chatter idly, his steps echoing those of his horse’s hooves, and it’s only as they gradually emerge from the forest’s treeline that his Squire falls silent, the clay and timber walls of their destination such a welcome sight that Hoseok can already feel his spirits lifting with anticipation.

“Kim Namjoon!”  The stablemaster’s head shoots up at the sound of Hoseok’s shout and when he sees them approaching his left hand rises to wave a greeting from where he’s stood in the centre of the courtyard, the reins of a young chestnut filly clenched in his right.  

“Sir Hoseok!” he hails as he walks towards them.  He smiles broadly and bows from the waist once they meet, addressing Hoseok first and then Jungkook second, nodding his head.  Jungkook bows in turn to his elder.  “We worried you’d come upon some misfortune along the way.”

“Nothing more than we could handle.” Namjoon nods at Hoseok’s dismissal of their concerns, his gaze falling on Jungkook.  

“I’ve no doubt.”  His tone is warm - his look fond - and Hoseok has to hold back a laugh at the sight of his Squire’s cheeks turning pink and his eyes lowering to the floor.  

If there’s anyone or anything that can make Jungkook blush, it’s Kim Namjoon and his illustrious dimples.  He does so at least ten times every time they visit, and for weeks after they leave all his Squire can ever talk about is the things the older boy has have taught him - not that Jungkook will acknowledge it whenever Hoseok might point it out, mind you.  

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cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader; 

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past. 

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sticky notes

genre: college! au, fluff

pairing: kim minseok x reader

word count: 4k

author’s note: guess who can never finish a series that they started and decided to write something else instead–hint hint, its me (I also decided to fully plan out plots for spy! au because I can’t deal with the series that I already have ongoing but oh man why can’t I ever finish the things I have planned out) anyways, enjoy :))

You burst into the cafe doors, using much more strength then necessary as you winced from the slam that was emitted from the contact of the door and the wall. A few of the customer’s attention was drawn to you but you payed them no mind as you scanned the cafe with only one objective in mind, to find an outlet.

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Salute (M)

Seokjin x Wife!Reader

Request:  Can i request a oneshot of husband seokjin coming back from military and seeing his wife with their newborn daughter which was a surprise to him and some smut.

Do you do requests? If you do, i would like to have a military husband oneshot, it can be any member, in the hyung line, it’s up to you, whenever you can write. Have a great day amd stay safe.🤗

WordCount: 3.8k

Genre: Teeny Bit of Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Fellatio, Cum Swallowing, Unprotected Sex (We Know What To Do, Don’t We Readers?)

A/N: I LOVE HUSBAND JIN

The spring air is refreshing today, the gentle breeze blowing in Hannam makes Seokjin stop short as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. His hand brushes at his one inch tall hair before sighing. 

He was finally home after two years. Finally, able to get back to his normal life and back to you. He promised you that you would get married before he went into the military and he kept his promise. 

He rarely got time to come home due to the branch of the military he chose. Everyone told Seokjin to become a conscripted police officer because it would be easy, but Jin was the oldest of his group – he was mature and wanted to set a good example for the boys and his fans. So he joined The Homeland Defense Branch, and it took him away for a long time. He rarely saw you, his wife who he loved so dearly and his members who he loved just as much. 

Seokjin fixes his uniform, sighing. His eyes stare at your apartment building, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. 

“Okay.” he whispers, walking towards the building.

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maybe blue jeans and jungkook please ~

Blue Jeans | A drabble about my muse begging someone to stay.

The graveyard shift on a Thursday evening was how you met, the both of you working at an old sixties themed diner, but never being on the same rotation for months until that early Autumun night. You were struck by his sharp, refined looks, so boyishly handsome, yet attaining a maturity about the tilt of his chin, the broad set of his shoulders, and he appeared enraptured by you all the same. Two magnetic bonds that clicked, moths drawn to the flames of each other. For two colleagues who had never once met before that shift, the both of you interacted and conversed as though you were long lost childhood friends, lovers of a past life.

But you were a goner when he locked up early one night and hooked his arms beneath your thighs, carrying you out the back and drilling himself so firmly inside of you that the stars became visible on the ceiling.

And he was a goner when his thumbs caught your tears afterwards, the both of you glistening in sweat with remnants of passion stuck to your skin, listening to your broken confession of I belong to somebody else.

But it never stopped either of you.

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talk slow (m) | kth

pairing ↠ kim taehyung x reader 

genre ↠ brother’s best friend | exes to lovers AU

word count ↠ 6481

18+ | full warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, teeeny bit of angst, fluff, marking, foreplay, softdom!tae, fingering, dirty talk, edging, teasing, finger sucking, praise, cunnilingus, slight begging kink, grinding, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, lil bit of cumplay, more implied sex. 

Summary ↠ “Any semblance of amusement has since been wiped from your own face, and now as you look at Taehyung, your stomach drops, making you feel somewhat nauseous. As though he can sense your sudden distress, he looks back at you, his expression void of any humor it previously sported, and he simply gazes at you, eyes flickering with a sincerity that wavers you.”

A/N: I feel like this story is all over the place, lol, apologies in advance :) & a big thank you to everyone @bangtansorciere and Solaris @jamaisjoons for coming up with the perfect description of Taehyung! 💗 (feedback is always appreciated!)

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And When I Realize

Themes: fluff, soft hours, college!AU, finals week, best-friends-to-lovers, snuggles, secret deep-down crushes

Pairing: friend!Yixing x gender neutral reader

Ficmas 2020 Prompt: “we’re just friends but you somehow talked me into watching all the classic holiday movies and you fell asleep and i might be catching feelings”

Word Count: ~2000, unedited

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It All Comes Down to Taste

gifcreds to @kyungsoosus

Themes: fluff, marshmallow!Xiu (sweet tooth! Xiu), coffeeshop!AU, mild crack, meet-cute/meet messy, judging minseok’s order, ft. bb Jongin

Pairing: Minseok x gender neutral barista!reader

Ficmas 2020 Prompt: “barista + person who unironically orders specialty holiday drinks that are 90000% sugar”

Word Count: ~1200

A/N: researching this was wild and i definitely judged some people’s weird-ass starbucks order, like, yes, ma’am, you are definitely insane ahfowhfewhf – also, in this AU, reader is slightly older than jongin for bb purposes, pls suspend your imagination! This is tropier than even my tropiest fics and I made Min a chatty Aries to capitalize on that one interview of him saying that he’d like to be more hyper, silly, and talkative, except he’s a hyung in EXO so he usually suppresses that.

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When Opportunity Arises

Themes: fluff, soft gentle hours, subtle hours, office AU, crushes, coworkers-to-lovers, shy!Jun, rich!Jun (what else is new), meddling Sehun/cupid Sehun

Pairing: office buddy!Junmyeon x gender neutral reader

Ficmas 2020 Prompt: “whoops I spent 4x the budget on your secret santa gift”

Word Count: ~1700

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Fours Prologue

.summary. Finding your mate is the best feeling in the world. Until it drags you into a world full of problems, where no one seems to understand yours. .word count.  1.8k .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. werewolf au  fluff (will contain smut in future chapters) .other members.

prologue.   part 1.   part 2.   part 3.   part 4.    part 5.   

Wednesdays are weird. And they shouldn’t really be, but to you, they are. You see, you work as a dog groomer in an adorable small shop at the corner of your street, and you enjoy it thoroughly. Working with animals has always been a dream, and it gives you lots of variation. Since three weeks ago though, this man and his dog have been visiting you right before closing hours. Always the same. And more peculiarly, you are pretty sure the dog is actually a wolf. A full grown, wild animal as a pet.

It’s 5:26 pm right now, a half hour left in your shift. You can’t help but turn to the door, excitedly waiting as you brush your hair behind your ear. And, right on time, there they are, the big boy pulling excitedly on his leash as they pass the window. The dog is a sweetheart, to be fair. A little clumsy, and very eager, but well behaved nevertheless. The owner leans back to hold the animal back as best as possible, pushing open the door with a guilty smile.

You just giggle, making the dog’s ears perk up, tail wagging happily. “Hello, Mr. Kim.” You bend down, scratching the big dog behind his ear. “Hello, CY, how have you been?” Mr. Kim, the owner just grins as you straighten up and take the leash from him, giving a grateful nod. The first time he came, CY seemed really scared around you, though you still don’t really know why. Even Mr. Kim looked worried, with the strange behavior of his pet. You had fully prepared yourself never to see them again. However, they came back the next week, CY almost jumping on top you, his tail wagging back and forward rapidly.

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Strawberry Cream and BBQ

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.

Word Count: 1,684

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: None.

Masterlist

Sneak Peak - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 (Final)

“You need me to do what?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward onto the island in the kitchen as you held the phone to your ear.

“Please girl, you’re the only person I trust with him. And I can’t bring him with me or I’ll get in trouble with the college. Pleaseeee.”

This was not the phone call you were expecting. You thought that maybe Sue was calling you to catch up, see what the two of you have missed since the last time you saw each other. Well, if you were being honest, since the last time you two hung out. It was easy to see each other all the time when you lived in a small town. The grocery store, the few shops that somehow managed to survive. On occasion she would stop by the bookstore that you worked at or even in passing at the college you both attended. You always saw each other. But you couldn’t remember the last time you got together and spent a couple hours in each other’s company.

Sue wasn’t even asking to get together. No. She was asking you to watch over her hybrid while she went to go study abroad and apparently, hybrids weren’t allowed to go if they weren’t enrolled in the college.

“Sue, my apartment is small.” You told her, which you shouldn’t have too. She’d been to your apartment more times than you can count.

A quick glance around even confirmed it in case you somehow doubted yourself. The apartment complex you lived in mostly had families living here, so your apartment had two small bedrooms, a living room, one bathroom, and a kitchen. It was an open concept so you could see everything. There was a laundry room provided on every floor for the tenants, and all the apartments had a balcony outside their living room window, a perk that the ground floor didn’t get. It was okay though, the ground floor rooms were larger than the rest, so the balconies made up for the difference.

“That’s okay!” Sue chirped, bringing you back to focus. “Hoseok won’t mind. Besides, it’ll be fun, a little adventure if you call it.”

That made you roll your eyes. Of course, she would call having her hybrid stay with you an adventure. She wouldn’t even be in the states. “Where are you studying abroad again?”

“Hong Kong. But I can’t bring Hoseok with me…”

“Because he’s not enrolled at the college, you told me.”

“I know this is a huge thing for me to ask of you…but I don’t know who else to ask. You’re the only person I can guarantee who’ll treat him like a person.”

You pressed your lips together at that comment, sighing as you stood and walked over to your couch, plopping on to it. Sue’s statement was only half true. The two of you had plenty of friends in common who also owned hybrids and they treated them perfectly. You knew why she was asking you though. It was because you were the only one who didn’t own a hybrid, and because everyone knew how Hoseok could be.

Hybrids didn’t use to be treated fairly. It had been on the news for weeks when scientists announced they created the first successful batch of hybrids, mixing the DNA of animals with the DNA from a human embryo. It had taken years of trial and error, but they finally did it. There were twenty hybrids in the first batch and they split them up, ten going to live with the scientists that created them, and the other went to live with hosts to see how they fared in society and everyday people.

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Anemia (M)

part 2

Genre: Smut, Horror, True Blood!AU

Word count: 6.5k

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

! TRIGGER WARNINGS ! : Rated M, graphic descriptions, sexual content, strong language, blood play, biting, a whole bunch of overstimulation, masochism, a little bit degradation, severe blood loss, abduction ??? uhh a whole lot of stuff lol don’t read if sensitive and easily triggered i guess!

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Notorious

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | JIMIN VERSION

WORD COUNT: 6K

Everybody on campus knew that Jimin was a ladies man, he was the typical college fuckboy your mother had warned you to stay away from — which is exactly why you found yourself tangled up in his sheets one night. Disregarding everything you knew about college guys you soon fell for his smooth talk and handsome looks, and everything was going surprisingly well until you stumbled across an unfamiliar shady website.

camboys.net/parkjimin

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, dom!jimin, spanking, sub!reader, sub!jimin, mommy kink, male masturbation, pornography, strong language

masterlist | ask | song | coming soon

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90 s a m e r i c a n s u p e r s t a r

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : highschool lovers au.

t a g s : sweethearts!jk & reader, fluffy, unprotected sex, car sex, vague American culture influences (basically me being inspired by the 90s), heartthrob!jungkook, oral sex (m receiving), smoking weed, trying to stay quiet during sex, fingering, reader and jk are both 18, handjobs, sappy ending

w o r d c o u n t : 4.7 k

s u m m a r y : a small fairytale that revolves around you and your boyfriend of many years, a journey of your ups and downs as you both enter the future together <3.

"Ugh! You're both so fucking gross!" Your friend Sooyoung whines from her seat up in the front of the car, "You act like you literally haven't seen each other in five years or something." She grimaces and shakes her head.

You suppress a laugh, leaning into Jungkook's side as he wraps his arms securely around your form. He peppers kisses down your head to your cheeks, "Just cause Hyo is dry as fuck doesn't mean we're gonna be." You stick your tongue out, making Jungkook quietly laugh into your shoulder.

Sooyoung playfully glares, "We are not–! Babe! Tell her we aren't dry." She whines.

"Wetter than the Mojave desert,." He replies with a smirk, "one thing's for sure, Joy's never dry." He winks.

The car erupts into laughter, even Sooyoung laughs because she doesn't find dirty jokes offensive and can actually take a joke. You're a little mortified but brush it off by leaning into Jungkook's side, "Thirsty?" You softly ask.

Jungkook shakes his head and pecks your lips gently, "Kinda hungry though, wouldn't mind having a snack." He teases and reaches down to gently squeeze your inner thigh.

"That's not–oh my god Kook," you laugh in disbelief as his nose scrunches up and he laughs alongside you, "you're so dumb!"

"I'm just fucking with you," he smothers you and grabs your chin, gently squeezing your cheeks together, "now say you love me." He coos teasingly.

You roll your eyes in amusement, opening your mouth to say the words when Hyoseob interrupts your little moment. "We're here assholes," he ruffles Sooyoung's to mess with her as she huffs angrily in return. "why don't y/n and you go find us a spot and we'll bring all the coolers and all that jazz."

"Sounds good." You reply softly and eagerly open the car door on your side, scooting out as you feel Jungkook slap your ass on your way out. "See you guys there." You cheerfully wave and catch up with Sooyoung.

Thankfully you both find a good spot together, it's not too sandy in this spot and two large palm trees looms over the spot. "Look, I guess we can use Hyo's hammock." You snicker softly.

"Damn, now he's gonna rub it in our faces that he was right. So annoying." She mutters and stands by you as you both take pictures of the beach and then together for memories.

The boys come a few minutes later calling you to see where the spot was at. They come hauling the coolers, umbrella and bags filled other necessities. "Aw hell yeah!" Hyoseob yells once he sees the two palm trees, "I fucking told you," he elbows Jungkook, "my hammock would save the day!"

"Fuck off," Jungkook grunts, "you and your dumb ass hammock." He rolls his eyes and sets the things down, "Baby what the hell did you pack in your bag?"

You giggle apologetically, "I'm sorry," you gently pry the bag away, "I packed a lot for later on." You sheepishly say and help set out the towels while Hyoseob fusses over his hammock and Sooyoung sets the umbrella etc.

"It's so hot." Joy whines as the four of you unwind under the shade and watch the beach goers have their fun.

"We ARE at the beach," you roll your eyes and sit on a towel just lathering sunscreen all over your arms and legs, "I don't know what you expect in the middle of summer babe." You smile, ignoring the colorful curse word she sends your way.

Jungkook is pressed behind you, his chin rests on your shoulder as he idly traces shapes over your arm. He occasionally makes a comment but doesn't actively search to join the conversation. It's peaceful despite the chaotic weather.

"Ah shoot," Sooyoung huffs, "y/n come with me, I finally remembered that thing I swore I was missing back at the house. The freaking.. fuck the... oh yeah the little Tupperware bowls."

You're about to agree when her boyfriend interrupts, "Nah stay y/n, I'll go with her. You guys want anything? I saw like a ice cream shop up at the boardwalk."

Jungkook shakes his head and you do the same, "Just try and bring some more ice for the cooler." You smile waving them off as they leave hand in hand. "You wanna swim?" You softly ask Jungkook as you lean back into his chest.

"Nah," Jungkook hums, "I wanna lay in the hammock though, it looks like fun." He huffs getting up as he brings you along with him. He gets on with caution before he ushers you in as well.

You lay on him with a smile, "This is nice, the shade, you, me."

Jungkook gives you a gentle smooch on the lips, "Definitely." He murmurs and hugs your head close to his chest.

There's a soft breeze in the background, the hammock sways lightly and you bask in the peaceful mood. You both talk about random things and crack jokes about anything really. He's got one arm behind his head, his other wrapped around your waist as he gently rubs his thumb against the side of your ass as more of a comfort thing.

"You think we should take a road trip to a different town?" He comments calmly, "Or should we all just go to Jeju? I got a cousin who lives down there and he can lend us his house."

"Jeju? Well the last time we went was during spring break so yeah I guess, it'll be fun." You smile, "We can stay longer too cause it's summer break." You say this more to yourself as you happily clap.

Jungkook nods slowly, "I'll see if Hyo and Soo wanna tag along but if not I don't mind it just being us," he trails off with a devilish smile, "less people we gotta worry about at night."

You roll your eyes and fish your phone out of his pocket, "And you wonder why I get asked if I'm not pregnant yet." You open your camera and fix your hair a little, "No offense hun but I think she needs a break down there," you laugh softly and raise the phone to take a picture with Jungkook.

The day goes on, eventually Sooyoung comes back with ice and bowls. All four of you enjoy the fruit, play some volleyball on the beach, and even swim around a bit in the clear water. "C'mon!" You call out to Jungkook and look back at him with a bright smile as you rush to the water, "You're so slow!"

Jungkook stands there with a soft smile, phone in hand as he takes a picture of you. "I'm going!"

When the sunsets you all pack up and head to the boardwalk for some food and games. There's a arcade nearby and you all enjoy some pizza and play some air hockey and other games. It's a memory you have ingrained in your head. You standing in Jungkook's hoodie with your back pressed to his chest as you play, this is something you don't want to end.

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Night time falls, the four of you are back at the small beach house you rented out. It's cooler and fresher outside so you venture around the patio with a hum. Sooyoung's off showering and Hyoseob's cooking up a late night snack. It's peaceful.

"Baby," Jungkook slides the patio door open, "Hyo's asking if you want any of the wings he's making?"

You shake your head slowly and open your arms as he steps forward to wrap himself around you. "I'm good," you hum swaying side to side with him, "I feel really full right now and I don't wanna go to bed full."

"Alright, Hyo and I are gonna kick it in the living room if you need me? Get some sleep." Jungkook kisses your forehead and guides you inside the house.

You're half tempted to get a wing because it smells so good but you remind yourself the last time you ate before bed. "Night Hyo." You call out, hearing him reply seconds later as you disappear into your room.

You don't know what time it is, your groggy from sleep as your eyes slowly flutter open. The room is dimly lit by the moonlight pouring in through the window. Jungkook looms over you, whispering softly against your lips as he kisses down your neck and rubs his hands down your sides.

He's got you stripped by now, hoodie and shorts thrown off to the side of the bed. He's kneeling between your parted legs in just his boxers. You look up at him with lust filled eyes, "Gguk, what if they hear us?" You mumble softly.

You weren't shy about having sex under the same roof as other people. The two of you have been doing this for a long time so it didn't matter. You only worried this time out of being courteous towards your friend who would appreciate not knowing how sex between you and Jungkook sounded.

"We'll just go slow and be quiet okay? I know you can keep it down baby." Jungkook mumbles back as he brings you in for a kiss.

You moan softly into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tug him down closer. You stay put like that for a bit, Jungkook had been playing with you prior so you were nice and stretched out for him. All he had to do was slide in.

"Fuck," you reach down and grab his cock that hangs heavy between his legs.

You slowly pump it and bring it down between your legs against your soft cunt lips and rub it up and down. A soft squelching noise fills the room when you do so, the tip smears your wetness all around. A shiver runs down your spine when your clit helplessly throbs after rubbing his cock firmly on it for a few seconds.

Jungkook breathes harshly through his nose, eyes trailing down to where your small hand holds his cock. "Fuck baby, stop teasing." He whispers softly and reaches down to replace your hand pump himself quickly, "Hold yourself open for me–yeah, just like that." He murmurs.

You raise your legs a little and spread your thighs for him, he slowly lowers himself down and slips his cock through your slippery mess. Your lips part in a silent moan, eyes fluttering closed as he fills you. "Shit.."

He gently pulls you down the bed and readjusts his hold on you. His hips slowly roll forward, pressing into you before pulling back. You manage to hold back your noises, panting softly as your eyes cast down to where his cock slides in and out of you.

Jungkook licks his lips slowly and leans down to kiss your moans away. He takes the chance to pump his hips a bit faster, never bottoming out because he knows the noises it will make. You're content with the way his thick cock slides in and out but you want more..

It isn't enough for you, and Jungkook feels the same way whenever he grunts into your mouth and huffs softly. You reach up to rest your hands behind his neck and play with his hair, " 's not enough," you whisper softly.

Jungkook softly moans, "Can't," he mumbles and lets his hips slap into yours once, a loud smack resonating through the room, "will be too loud."

You see what he means, apart from the whole skin smacking noise there's the bed. The headboard is thudding gently against the wall and you're afraid that any more movement will cause it to get louder. "Fuck me," you whine quietly and bring him down for a kiss, "like you mean it."

Jungkook groans against your mouth, causing you to cover his mouth with your hand in fear. You both pause to see if there's any noise because he had been a little too loud with that one.  You stare into his eyes as moments pass and nothing comes. "I have an idea." Jungkook whispers softly.

You and Jungkook both re-dress in simple attire before heading outside to the car. You're both laughing a little at this situation, "This is so stupid." You giggle.

"Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Jungkook chuckles, helping you into the backseat as he lays out a towel he had brought along with him.

You lay back on the seat and let him guide your legs up. Jungkook settles himself between your legs once more and spreads them wide, "So fuckin' wet for me." He purrs softly and slips back inside you.

Your hands settle on your chest as you moan from the feeling. Somehow it feels like he's deeper inside of you. Jungkook wastes no time in thrusting into you with a quick pace. He works his hips harshly against yours, thighs smacking against your ass with each thrust he sends your way.

"Jungkook..!" You gasp, head rolled back as his cock hits every spot within you. "Like that, just like that," you whine out and stuff your hand between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your clit in slow circles.

Jungkook bites his lips, "Yeah," he breathlessly says as he slams into you at a punishing pace, "right here baby?" He says with a soft smirk.

You nod and let out a shaky whimper, "Gonna cum," you rub your fingers faster and faster, "please, please, please," you whisper.

Jungkook loves seeing you teary eyed and trembling from his harsh fucking. He replaces your hand and rubs his thumb against your clit in fast circles. He aims his thrusts to hit your g-spot as fucks you through your oncoming orgasm. Your mouth falls open as a long moan leaves you, back arching and thighs shaking.

Your pussy is absolutely gushing around his cock, slick dribbling down your ass and on to the towel. You moan in relief as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook groans softly and snaps his hips faster and faster until he's pressing deep into you.

His cock throbs slowly and his cum fills your spent cunt. "Shittt," Jungkook whispers out as his head falls back and he relaxes, "so good," he mumbles and traces circles into your thigh.

You give a weak squeeze around his cock in return as Jungkook hisses from oversensitivity.

+

"Hey Jungkook..!" Taehyung calls out as he waves his arm from where he stands across the parking lot, "The guys and I are gonna head out for a couple of beers and a few games of pool, you wanna come with we got an extra spot for you and your girl if you want." He motions to Yoongi's pickup truck.

You and Jungkook are both walking to his own car, his arm around your shoulders as he holds you close. Jungkook turns slightly, "Nah man, I gotta take y/n back." He says calmly, "Probably gonna catch a movie or some shit later on."

"Awwww man," Jimin whines as he hangs out the window of the truck, "just say you're gonna fuck and go!" The guys laugh at his words as they berate him for using that kind of language around ladies.

"Nah," Jungkook smirks, "that's an added bonus." More laughs erupt as he waves to them and walks you to his car.

You pout your lips for a kiss as Jungkook leans down to peck you, "Stop by the store, I wanna get some stuff I need for the cookies." You softly say, pulling back as he unlocks the door for you.

"Your mom said she's gonna leave dinner out for us, said something about making extra in case I dropped by." Jungkook says as he gets into the car and starts it, "Okay store and then anywhere else?" He settles his hand on your thigh automatically as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Ummm no, thank you." You smile and look out the window as he zooms off to the store.

After your brief trip to the store you both head back to your home. Your mom is gone on a business trip and your dad left a note saying he'd be with your uncles fishing nearby for a day or two. "Cookies or dinner first?"

Jungkook picks up the flour and reads the front packaging, "Oh uh, I think we should prep the cookies and stuff. That way they'll be ready after we finish dinner." He says as he helps you get the tray and other things you needed for baking, "Ah shit, baking sheets, we didn't get those at the store."

"No, I have some here in the pantry."

You both get to work, teasing each other with the cookie dough and talking about random things that goes on in your lives. "Oh no, so before we even left to the beach," you say as you press the cookie cutter down, "I guess Sooyoung was keeping this a secret from her friend and her freaking friend came all crazy at me asking me if we were taking a trip or hanging out."

"What?" Jungkook snorts, "You aren't even acquaintances?" He laughs softly and rolls the dough, "We had chemistry with her and that was it no?"

"Yeah." You giggle, "So like I don't even know why she would ask me of all people like girl your crazy kinda showing." You nudge Jungkook aside to cut more cookies out with the cutter. "She thinks we're cool because I gave her a ride but like it's not even that I was just going out my way cause it was getting dark and she was walking home." You blow raspberries with a pout.

Jungkook shrugs as he steps aside to watch you. He sits on a stool and leans on the counter with a dreamy smile, "You're so pretty you know that?"

You're in the middle of ranting when he breaks you out of your thoughts. In confusion you look at him and chuckle, "Pretty? Okay.. thanks? But I was kinda in the zone right now and I can't remember what I was even saying."

"Aw c'mon you're supposed to say you love me." Jungkook whines.

"I'll love you even MORE if you help me set the cookies into the oven." You grin, watching him scramble over to you with lovesick puppy eyes.

+

"Oh fuck," Jungkook whispers as he leans his head back, "like that, mm so good baby." He moans out, fingers threading through your hair.

You continue to bob your head and hollow your cheeks to take more of him in. You hover over his cock, one hand gripping the shaft whilst you sloppily slurp up the mess you're leaving on him. He adjusts himself on the bed from where he's sitting as he grips your hair tight.

"More baby, lemme fuck your throat yeah?" Jungkook bites his lips, eyes trained on your swollen lips.

You pull back to the tip, giving him a harsh suck as you look at him with a soft smirk, "Aww you wanna fuck my throat Kook? Too good for you?" You tease as you tongue at the weeping tip.

"Yes–please..!" Jungkook chokes out as he guides you back down.

You happily take him all the way to the hilt, forcing yourself to breath through your nose. His cock hits the back of your throat each time Jungkook raises your head and then pushes you down until your nose touches his pelvis. Your eyes water and you choke around his cock but it's not enough to make you wanna pull away.

Jungkook moans loudly at the feeling of your throat tightening around his cock. He brings you all the way to the tip, watching as his cock slips from your lips. The tip rubs against your soft swollen lips, smearing his precum all around. "You look so fucking perfect." He sighs out and pats your cheek.

Your lips fall open once more and he inches his cock in. "Go on," he murmurs, "finish me off."

Happily, you bring your hand to twist and stroke his shaft near his balls as you work the tip. You suck hard, tongue swirling around and poking at the slit. He throws his head back and groans loud, hands falling to his sides as he grips the pillows by him.

"Oh shit, shit," his eyebrows scrunch together as his lips fall open, "fuck," he whines and his cock throbs harshly within your mouth.

You sink down all the way to the hilt and yourself there so he could cum down your throat. You moan around his cock and reach down to fondle his balls gently. Jungkook releases quiet whines and moans as he comes down from his orgasm. He shakily reaches down to push you off his cock slowly.

"Shit baby I don't think I can any more, give me a good ten minutes or so." He groans out and lays back bonelessly on the bed.

You giggle softly and wipe your lips, "Take all the time you need babe, I'm sleepy." You lay by his side and curl up, listening to him rumble and talk about how you 'sucked him dry'.

+

Everyone's sitting around the bonfire talking and drinking beers. Taehyung brought some weed to smoke so he rolls a few and hands them out to whoever wants to smoke. You're sitting on Jungkook's lap with a arm around his neck as you listen to Namjoon tell some weird story about his encounter with a teacher at school.

Jungkook has his arm loosely wrapped around your waist, his free hand holding the blunt he's smoking. Knowing him he won't let you smoke because then he'll be too fucked up and won't be able to watch you. You're fine with it because you personally don't smoke.

"You two got any plans for the rest of the summer?" Yoongi asks softly, directing it towards you.

"Yeah, we're heading out to Jeju island cause Jungkook has a cousin down there. You wanna come with Yoongi? You can bring short stack over there since he's always complaining about me not letting Jungkook join your guys' trip." You snort.

The group snickers, Jimin looks mildly offended and glares, "It was a joke y/n! It's not like we don't know that Jungkook's attached to you by the damn hip and won't go anywhere without you." He fondly rolls his eyes.

"Min he has separation anxiety you know this." You snicker.

Jungkook slaps your ass as a warning, "WE have separation anxiety." This makes the group laugh harder at Jungkook who pays no mind as he takes a long hit before passing the blunt off to someone else, "We're a team remember?"

"Course, how could I ever forget." You tease.

The talk goes on for hours, everyone has a good time and some are buzzed by the end of this drinking/smoking session. Jungkook’s all the way gone, relaxed and quiet as he sits back with hazy eyes watching everyone else. You’re just as quiet, cuddled up in his arms and staring at the fire.

You don’t ever want it to end.

+

Soft rock music plays in the background of Jungkook’s bedroom. He has the curtains drawn closed, the room pitch black save for the lava lamp you begged him to buy. You’re both in his messy bed, sheets kicked off and limbs tangled close making out like no tomorrow.

You’re not even sure he locked his door.

He’s got a hand down your panties, fingers stuffing you full as he flexes his wrist to get the right angle with his fingers. You have a hand on his cheek as your lips move against each other’s. He swallows up your moans and manages to slip his thumb over your clit to add to the pleasure.

A soft moan garbles out of your throat and your hips roll up into his hand. You reach down with a free hand to cup his hard on through his shorts. He grunts quietly and moves his hips a little so you can slip your hand inside. His cock throbs pitifully in your hand and you take mercy on him.

“Wait,” you whisper after pulling back from the kiss. You turn over blindly to search through his nightstand and find a small bottle of lube.

He watches you with hooded eyes as you squirt some on your hand and reach back into his shorts. It’s a smooth slicked up glide as you stroke him to match the rhythm of his fingers pumping into you. Jungkook moans quietly and leans back over to kiss you passionately while his fingers resume their task.

You part your thighs even more for him and angle your hips down. The pleasure slowly rises and makes your body tingle pleasantly, clit throbbing every so often to his touch. Jungkook isn’t faring any different, cock twitching and precum weeping from the tip. He shudders a little thrusts up into your hand.

“Fuck baby,” Jungkook moans and speeds up, “feel so fucking good.” He hammers his fingers into your sopping cunt.

You cry out weakly and halt in your movements. Your hips jump and twitch as you tighten your hold on his cock and rub your thumb at the slit. “Gonna cum,” you gasp, “Jungkook..!“ you breathily cry out.

Jungkook curls his fingers and hits directly into your g-spot over and over again. Your lips fall into a ‘o’ and you find yourself squirting around his fingers. “N-No more!” You cry out and wiggle around on the bed as he holds you down and forces you to ride out your orgasm.

“That’s it baby, doing so good for me.” Jungkook presses his lips to your temple and holds you close.

You sob weakly, eyes pricking with tears as you resume stroking him. He lets you do your thing as you move your hand fast. Slick noises along with his moans fill the room up. You feel him slump over you, hips stuttering as he moans loudly and cums in your hand.

“Fuck that was good.” Jungkook pants out, falling back on to the bed and slipping his fingers out of you. “Power nap?”

You nod, unable to really form any words as you curl up trying to avoid pressing your thighs together because your clit is very sensitive and your cunt feels fucked out. “I’m gonna need a really long power nap..”

+

Jeju is still beautiful as always, you think, you’ll never get tired of coming here with Jungkook. You stand side by side with him on the beach watching the waves hit the shore peacefully. It’s so serene and beautiful, a sight definitely worth seeing.

Jungkook holds your hand gently as he looks down at you and smiles, “We should go down there yeah? The water looks nice.” He says and takes a few steps forward.

You follow silently, just enjoying the moment between the two of you. He leads you down to the water and you both walk along the shore as the water occasionally covers you. “You were right,” you hum, “we really should have come sooner.”

“I’ll go wherever you go.” Jungkook says seriously, eyes focused ahead of him.

You smile to yourself, swinging your hands and looking up to the sky. “And if I choose to go to the moon? Will you still follow me there?”

Jungkook stops as he turns you around to face him, “Baby,” he softly begins, “I’ll follow you to the moon and back. Even if we end up in the middle of nowhere I’ll still be both here,” he gently pokes your chest where your heart rests, “and here,” he whispers kissing your ring finger.

You stare at him, breathless and utterly in love. You feel something slide against your finger and you look down. “Jungkook–”

“Shh,” he brings you closer, “I know it’s too early but this, this is a proof of our love. When the time is right we can go shopping for a real engagement ring.” He says as he smiles.

You tear up and nod, looking down at the simple diamond ring that sits on your finger. “I love it.” You pull him down for a gentle kiss as he holds you tenderly in his arms.

The waves hit the shore, birds flock in the distant, and the soft sounds of I love you’s carry on in the breeze.

9 · 17 · 12

Covert Affairs | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, angst, enemies to lovers, Spies!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, bantering, a little dirty dancing - tango style, a very charming Jungkook in a tux, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up), fighting (hand to hand), weapons - guns, mentions of blood and bruises, allusions to torture (interrogation), mentions of war

Word Count: 4.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook.

A/N: This is for the anon who sent me a request for Spy!JK vs Spy!Reader - I tried to keep this to a drabble, but, well, it had a mind of its own. 🤷‍♀️ I hope you enjoy!

Thank you to @minttangerines @herecomesjoon and @reliablemitten for helping me with this one! 💜

The vibe here was inspired in part by "The Bagman's Gambit" by the Decemberists. This ending is unlike most that I've written before. I would love to hear what you think about it! 🥺👉👈 Please don't be shy, my inbox is always open. 💕

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The first time you meet him, it’s by accident. 

You’re late to arrive at the dead drop. It’s not your fault - there’s a crash on the Tower Bridge and your taxi is trapped behind it. By the time traffic starts moving again and you make it to the library, locating the flash drive your handler left behind, you learn that your target is likely already on the move, and you rush back to your hotel room to change.  

It’s another honeypot scenario. The woman you need to seduce is a scientist who holds a lot of secrets, state and otherwise, that your country desperately desires. She tends to frequent a pub a few blocks from your hotel at the same time every week. She never leaves alone. You pour yourself into a tight little dress, tuck your handgun into your clutch, and make your way downtown, heels clacking on the pavement at a determined pace. 

You’ve done a dozen of these missions. It’s rote by now. Locate the target. Hook them with your attention, your flirtatious words, a few light touches. Convince them to leave with you. Back in your hotel room, offer them a drink laced with a special ingredient, one meant to loosen their lips, and get them talking. And once you’ve obtained the info you need, leave them there, to wake up alone, confused and with one hell of a hangover. 

Couldn’t be easier. 

Except tonight, thanks to the accident, you discover that your mission might be a little more difficult, because your target is deep in conversation with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

He’s tall, dark, and handsome, that classic trifecta. Brown eyes shimmer brightly as he gazes at your target, brushing a swoop of jet-black hair off his forehead. His pretty pink lips part as he smiles, revealing slightly large front teeth. One hand clutches a tumbler of some amber liquor while the other is slowly skimming the scientist’s forearm where it rests on the bar. From the flush that graces her cheeks, you know she’s enjoying the man’s company. 

That’s fine. You like a challenge. 

Sidling up to the bar, you position yourself across from the two of them, with the man’s back to you. The bartender greets you and you strike up a conversation. You’re sure to laugh a little louder than you typically would, to gesture a little more freely, to do anything you can to catch the target’s eye. Thankfully, the bartender is into you, returning to chat between serving others, and it’s not long before your laughter turns her head.

Using your peripheral vision, you see the target glance your way a few times before you finally look at her. Tilting your head, you hold her gaze for a moment, then lift your whiskey in her direction before taking a sip. A drop of liquid beads down your chin, and you wipe it away with your thumb before bringing it to your mouth and sucking it into your parted lips, all while never breaking eye contact. 

Overkill, perhaps, but it works. 

The target leans over to the handsome man and says something in his ear, then slides off her barstool. She’s already tipsy, bumping into another patron as she makes her way over to you. You gesture to an empty seat beside you and fall easily into a mindless back-and-forth with her. A little banter, a few brushes of your fingertips against her skin, and a couple more cocktails seal the deal. She’s yours. 

The handsome man has been watching the two of you since she left his side. You’re accustomed to the gaze of others when you’re working a honeypot. Usually, it’s a look of jealousy. Often tinged with lust. Tonight, you see both in his intense stare, but there’s something else there. Something that feels different about the way he observes you. It’s not until you’re guiding the target out of the bar and you pass by the man, getting a closer look at his face, that you realize why. 

It’s him. The Mole. 

So named not because he’s a sleeper agent, but because of the identifying mark on his face, nestled right below his lower lip. He’s a legend in the world of espionage, known for his supposedly astonishing abilities. Practically a myth, said to be able to dodge any enemies, infiltrate any organization, and capture any target. 

Well. Not this time. You lead the scientist down a labyrinthine route to your hotel, ducking down alleys and doubling back a few times. She’s too drunk to notice you’re walking in circles. A quick glance at your reflection in a storefront window shows you that he’s just a step behind, so you take the target by the hand and dash across the street, ignoring the swearing of the drivers as they slam on their brakes. 

On and on, he tails the two of you until you’re finally able to lose him by ducking into a restaurant. The scientist merely laughs at an irate chef as he hustles the two of you out of his kitchen and through the back door. You’re glad she’s enjoying herself. It’s not until you’re locking your hotel room door that you relax your grip on the handle of your gun.

In the early hours of the morning, just as the sun breaks over the city, you’re on your way to the airport. The information you obtained is already on its way to those in charge, already helping your country to assert its power. The taxi comes to a stop at an intersection, and when you glance at the traffic passing by, you think you catch a swoop of hair blowing in the breeze as a motorcyclist zips by, but you blink and he vanishes.  

The second time you meet him, it’s a trap. 

The museum gala is in full swing as you enter. The gown your handler sent you for the occasion fits like a dream, hugging your every curve, a daringly long slit up one leg giving all the other attendees a glimpse at the silky skin underneath. Grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing server, you stand at the top of the stairs and survey the room. 

Tonight’s mission is to intercept an official who is planning to defect. The informant who tipped you off doesn’t know who they’ve been in contact with, only that they’re very disgruntled with your government and ready to blow. You are to stop them before they meet with their liaison and spill any of your government’s precious secrets, and get them to reveal their connection so the rest of your team can apprehend them. Your handler’s voice crackles in your earpiece, alerting you that the target is currently spinning around the makeshift dance floor, so you quickly toss back your drink and descend. 

The night sky shines through the glass ceiling in the atrium as the couples on the dance floor sway. There’s a string quartet providing the music tonight, and as you weave your way around, the band strikes up a tango. The voice in your ear commands you to look to your left, and you spot the target with his arms wrapped around some poor young thing whom you vaguely recognize from social media. A hotel heiress, perhaps? Doesn’t matter who they are, you just need to cut in, but as you step towards them, your path is suddenly blocked by a handsome man in a tuxedo. 

“There you are, darling! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” his smooth voice purrs. It’s been a few years, but you recognize him immediately, glancing at the tiny mole beneath his mouth as he grins. His dark hair is slicked back, but there’s that swoop again, cascading into his warm eyes. “Come on, let’s give everyone a show.” His right arm is around your waist before you can react, left hand taking yours. And he steers you away from the target as he leads you into the tango. 

“I’m sorry, I think you must have me confused with someone else,” you declare, trying to pull away, but he swiftly tugs on your arm, spinning you back into his embrace. 

“Oh, now, don’t play shy! I know it’s been a while since London, but I remember you. Probably better than our mutual friend does,” he smirks. 

“London? Now I know you have me mistaken.” 

He doesn’t respond, placing a hand on the back of your neck and guiding you down into a low dip. You move instinctually, following his lead without hesitation. He’s light on his feet, dancing like he breathes, naturally, an innate rhythm flowing through him. 

You’re practically horizontal at this point as he eases you down, then he snaps you back into his arms. You let out a tiny huff of surprise as his mouth connects with your ear. “I couldn’t be more sure. You’re unforgettable.” His hand cradles your back as he pushes you forward, stepping in time to the lively beat. 

The voice in your ear goes haywire. Your dance partner is obviously the target’s contact. And he’s trying to distract you. But as your handler insists that you make a hasty retreat, it occurs to you that as long as he’s distracting you, he can’t abscond with the target himself. 

So you tango.

Lifting your leg, you hook it around his, and slide down his tall frame, dragging your hand slowly down his chest. His eyes lock on yours as you sink lower, and there’s a brief flash of something in his expression that sparks a heat inside you. As you rise, he clutches your thigh tightly, rough hand gripping the soft skin exposed there, and shuffles backwards, taking you with him.

“I knew I’d find you here,” he says, as you lean against his chest, letting him carry you across the dance floor. 

“Is that so?” With a coy smile, you slide around him, running your hand across his shoulders. “I guess you’ve got me all figured out.” 

“I do.” His gaze is earnest, eyes so wide you could almost believe none of this is an act. 

The target still has that young socialite in his clutches. You catch a glimpse of him over the handsome man’s shoulder before he spins you around, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you flush to his chest. He nudges your arm up and runs his hands down the silk of your bodice as you close your eyes, only for the briefest of moments. 

“Then tell me. Tell me about myself.” 

He twists, bringing you chest to chest again. The two of you part the crush of revelers easily, drunken donors happily ceding command of the dance floor. 

“You’re someone who is clearly devoted to their cause, which is why you’re here tonight.”

“Yes, supporting the arts is very important to me.”

“Mmm. I’m sure.” He pauses, lost in thought. “You enjoy a challenge.” 

You nod. “Never back down from one.” 

“God, I hope not.” His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he studies your face. “I’d say you’re pretty used to getting your way.”

“Am I that obvious?” He tries to steer you to the left, but you simply throw your weight to the right and he is forced to go along with your momentum or topple over. He lets you take the lead with a loud laugh.

“Just a little, darling.” You wonder how many targets he’s seduced with that smile. It’s very charming. Undoubtedly effective.

“And just how do you know all of these things are true?”

He shrugs. “I can just tell. I have good instincts, and I trust them.” He cocks his head. “Don’t you?”

You merely hum.

“You really impressed me in London, you know. No one’s ever given me the slip like that.”

“That’s rather surprising, given how easy it was,” you inform him, lips curling into an arrogant smile. If he’s not going to pretend, neither are you. 

He laughs again, and your smile broadens at the high-pitched giggle that tumbles from his lips. “I see. Well, wear that badge with honor anyway, because it will never happen again. I’ve got my eyes on you now.” His gaze roams over your body, the mirth on his face replaced by a hunger so intense your breath stutters. 

This time, when he spins you away, he releases his grip on your hand, and the voice in your ear yells that now is your chance to slip away, that the two of you are being watched by unknowns, and they’re closing in. The handsome man’s team, most likely. The trap has been sprung. 

Instead, you return to his waiting arms. 

“You can watch all you want, darling,” you whisper, nose nearly touching his as he holds you close. “I don’t mind. I’ll still win in the end.”

“And why is that?” he murmurs, peering at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Because,” you lift your chin, lips brushing his ear as you raise your hand behind his back, throwing a signal towards the camera on the ceiling, “it doesn’t matter if you find me, you’ll still have to catch me first.” 

The klaxons of the fire alarm suddenly blare to life, bright lights flashing as frightened screams erupt. His head snaps up in shock, and you immediately twist away, slipping behind him and kicking the side of his knee hard. He goes down, only for a moment, but it's long enough for you to dash away. Finding the target, you shout a lie about the contact sending you to meet him instead, and lead him away from the crowds surging towards the exits, heading instead for the backup plan rendezvous point. 

You try to fight the temptation to turn around, but as you reach the edge of the atrium, you glance over your shoulder. The swoop of hair bobs in the crush of bodies swarming to escape to safety. And then it’s pulled under. 

The third time you meet him, it’s a close call. 

“Attrape-la!” 

The shouting of the bodyguards behind you startles you into action. You smash through the crowds of ravers letting loose under the flashing strobe lights, leaving a wave of bruised bodies and cursing clubbers in your wake. 

Of course you’d been made. You should’ve expected that to happen, given that everything else tonight had gone so smoothly. Too smoothly. The painstaking lengths your country went through to orchestrate tonight’s little agent provocateur scheme paid off. Honestly, it hadn’t taken much to tempt the Prime Minister’s black sheep scion down into the catacombs below the city, promising him all the lurid delights his wicked little heart could desire.

And how he indulged in all of those delights, as you watched, the golden heart-shaped pendant dangling around your neck capturing every image. You were too far underground to transmit the photos via satellite; once you returned to the safe house, you would upload everything from the tiny chip safely ensconced within the necklace.

So the scion basked in his decadence and you snapped every second and it was all going perfectly to plan, until one of the young man’s bodyguards recognized you from a previous encounter, from back when he was in the army and not in the employ of the world’s most spoiled libertine, and you ran. Through the partygoers, down the antechamber, back into the tunnels. 

The catacombs are a complex maze beneath the sprawling capital. You hadn’t had long to prepare for this mission, meaning you’d given the map your handler provided only a quick glance. You now regret this lack of foresight.

Voices echo off the walls around you. You dart down another tunnel, barely gaining some distance from your pursuers, and that’s when you realize you’re lost. For all you know, you’ve already been down this passage before - they all look the same in the dim light of the electric torches. There’s no time to think, you have to keep moving - 

An arm shoots out of the darkness and grabs you. 

“No!” you shout, reeling back to punch your attacker, when he drags you into the light of another tunnel, and you stop in surprise. 

“Caught you,” the handsome man whispers, and then he presses you into the cool stone wall behind you, his body against yours, and tips your head up with a finger under your chin. “I win.” 

And then he kisses you. 

He inhales your gasp, fingers stroking your cheek. Your mind goes blank for a moment, only registering the taste of his lips. The warmth of his skin. Then your training kicks back in, and you open your eyes, watching him closely as he licks into your mouth. His eyes are shut, lashes fluttering as he moans when you curl your fingers into his leather jacket, urging him closer.

The tunnel rings with shouting and heavy footsteps as your pursuers approach. He slides his hands around your back, holding you tightly, and you close your eyes as his kisses grow more heated. The clamor of your would-be captors fades into the background until it vanishes completely. 

His nails rake the back of your neck as his other hand slips around your thigh. You wrap your leg around him, and the movement reminds you of your tango, and the way his eyes shone brighter than the starry sky. 

“I think they’re gone,” you whisper as his lips trail down your throat.

“Who’s gone?” he murmurs, taking a tiny nibble.

You push him away, maybe too gently, and he grins. 

“Thank you,” you mutter, and start to run, but he grabs you by the wrist. 

“Not that way!” He tugs you down another tunnel behind him. 

You dig your heels in, bringing him to a halt. “Why should I trust you?” 

His smile is all you can see as he disappears into the shadows, pulling you in. “Why would I let someone else have the pleasure of catching you?” 

It’s not until you make it back to the safe house, lips swollen, skin covered in marks, that you realize your necklace is gone. 

The fourth time you meet him, it’s the beginning of the end. 

The turbulent rivalry between your countries is a tsunami now, threatening to drown you in the tides of war. You’ve been racing through the city, chasing rumors and hunting red herrings as the fighting makes its way to your shores. Finally, after nearly twenty-four straight hours of running, an informant reveals the location you’ve been trying frantically to find.

From the outside, in the reddish light of the emerging dawn, the building looks like nothing more than a rundown old gas station, pumps out front long overgrown with weeds. But the door hidden beneath the counter is rather unusual, as is the long corridor below that leads you to a single room. The men standing guard outside it are no station attendants. These men have been specially trained to keep people like you out of places like this. 

They must need more training, given how easily they go down. It won’t be long before the next shift change, so you’ll need to be fast. But you still take a moment to compose yourself before turning the doorknob. Bracing yourself. You’re not sure what you’ve been looking for will be inside or not. 

As the door swings open, your heart sinks. The informant was right. This is the place. And there he is, slumped over on his knees, head hanging low, chained to a metal post. A dark bruise stains his left cheekbone, and there’s a cut dripping blood from his chin, but you’d recognize that swoop of hair in your sleep.

He doesn’t move as you close the door quietly behind you. But he startles when you suddenly dash across the room and drop to your knees beside him, eyes widening when you rip off the balaclava you wear. “You!” 

“Me!” you confirm, flashing him a weak smile. Your fellow agents clearly didn’t hold back, if the wounds on his face are anything to go by. Maybe you should’ve kept the mask on, if only to hide your reaction from him. There’s no other need to hide your face with the guards unconscious. There are no cameras down here, in this room that officially does not exist. 

“What are you doing?” You’re unchaining him, but that’s not what he’s asking. 

Helping him stand, you softly brush some dirt from his unharmed cheek. “Trusting my instincts. Come on.” 

Neither of the men have moved from where you left them lying. As quickly as you can, you escape from the nameless room, sprinting down the hallway and up into the gas station and not stopping until you reach a recently abandoned motel on the edge of town. The owners were so anxious to flee the encroaching battle that the linens are still on the bed when the two of you break into a room. 

“We should be okay here,” you announce as he stumbles into the bathroom to inspect the damage the agents inflicted. Standing by the door, you triple check the locks before leaning against it. “You can rest for a little bit, but you should leave as soon as dusk hits. It’s safest to cross the border at night.”

He wanders back into the room with a towel in hand, lightly dabbing his chin. “That eager to be rid of me?” 

Yes and no. If you stop to think about his question, you might start thinking about what you’ve just done and what your country will do to you if you get caught. You have to keep moving, keep that adrenaline flowing. Keep running.

Like right now. You should run straight out that door and not look back. But you don’t. Instead, you shake your head.

He says nothing as he walks over to you. With a gentle hand, he tilts your head back to meet his gaze. Beams of sunlight streaming between the cracks in the blinds reflect in his wide eyes, make you see stars. 

His lips are softer than you remember, belying the urgency in his kiss, the sharpness of it. You grab at his shirt, tugging him into you, and then you’re pushing him across the room and onto the bed, pulling off your clothes as you go, and he simply follows your lead everywhere. You try not to bump his wounded cheek as he slides between your legs, silver tongue laving the wetness he finds there, but when he coaxes your first orgasm from you, your thighs quake hard enough to make him hiss. 

Before you can apologize, he’s climbing on top of you, kissing you again. His moan as he finally slides inside you breaks the silence of the room, and then it fills with the sounds of his thrusts and the panting of breath. You add wordless cries, fingers digging into his skin to hold him, wanting him so close, so deep. Even with you clutching him tightly, his hips never stop moving, cock stroking into you again and again.

“Jungkook,” he whispers into your neck, “my name is Jungkook.” 

You breathe your own name back. Those are the only words spoken as pleasure washes over the two of you, giving you both something real to anchor yourselves to before you’re completely swept away. 

When you wake later, after the sun has set, the bed is cold beside you. Lying on his pillow is the heart-shaped pendant.

The fifth time you meet him, it’s goodbye. 

The decade since the war ended hasn’t been easy on you. Once your countries were done destroying each other, you climbed out of the rubble and ran as far as you could, seeking a new home. 

The life you’ve built for yourself in this country is a quiet one. Simple. But you’re okay with that. On Saturdays, you venture into town to purchase groceries, often stopping at a café on the corner for coffee and a pastry. It’s there, perched on an iron chair on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, that you see him. 

He’s standing on the other side of the street. That swoop of hair rises above the busy pedestrians trudging along with their hunched over shoulders, the crowd swiftly flowing around him like he's a towering rock in the stream. Your eyes meet, and you delicately place your coffee cup back on its saucer before you drop it. 

The years appear to have been kinder to him, but are visible nonetheless in his countenance as you peer at him. Strands of grey shimmer in his raven hair. His smile hasn’t faded, eyes still sparkle in the light of the morning sun, but there are more lines on his face now. Scars, yes, but also laugh lines crinkling around his eyes, deep and true. 

Maybe you should invite him to join you. Talk about what happened that night before the world burnt down. Regale each other with stories about your lives since. 

At the very least, you could tell him you understand.

He smiles at you, and before you can raise your arm to beckon him over, someone else takes his hand. Someone who looks at him with nothing but adoration in their gaze. He turns to them and his smile grows, and your heart expands in your chest, an oddly full feeling that overwhelms and calms you at once. The other person tugs on his arm, urging him forward, into the crowd.

He lifts his hand in a silent wave. You do the same. Then the passers-by swell, and he’s gone. 

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last call | jjk x reader

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.4K

synopsis: jeon jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you.

warnings: oral (female receiving), protected sex, jungkook thirst, excessive jungkook thirst, hello we’re talking about jungkook here – there is a jungkook-sized amount of thirst, unsanitary use of a space designated for food and beverage

A/N: this fic is a commission for the @ficswithluv​ special project “Changes with Luv”. The awesome @dee-ehn​ made a donation to BLM for this fic and she asked for sexy times with long-haired JK with tattoos and dammit that’s what she’s gonna get.  Thanks so much for making the donation, this is a cool way for authors like me to pitch in for an important cause!

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Jeon Jungkook is the sexiest man in this city.

That’s not a matter of opinion, that’s an actual fact – voted into law by you and the rest of the Council of The Thirsty after a night of downing shots at The Black Swan.  The four of you piled into the bar’s single-stall restroom to check lipstick and chat shit and it was decided, that was that.

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Till My Last Breath (M)

– drabble to celebrate 1.1k followers! thank you!

Pairing – Vampire! Taehyung x Witch! Reader

Genre – Smut, Drabble; Supernatural

Summary – [Your relationship is forbidden. If your coven knew who you invite into your bed as soon as they fell asleep you both would be dead but it never stopped Taehyung from coming for you.]

Warnings – unprotected sex, magic, bondage, sub! taehyung, dom! reader, handjob, reader cuts her hand with a knife, feeding, blood-drinking, bites, kisses, blowjob, edging, begging, orgasm control, creampie, implied plot, star-crossed lovers, enemies fucking but they’re fond of each other, switch! taehyung for like a minute or so

Word Count – (2k)

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Just Ask || (jjk)

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⇥ summary: sometimes it’s best to not be subtle with Jungkook, being blunt is where it’s at. 

⇥ word count: 4.3k+

⇥ warnings: clothed sex, fingering, unprotected sex (y’all know the drill), edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms, dirty talk, creampie, breath play, rough-sex, light exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, dom jungkook calls you a bitch like once

a/n: this wasn’t originally going to be posted on Jungkook’s birthday but I wanted to contribute something (be it filth or not) and I’m horrible with time so you bet I stayed up to finish this, anyway happy birthday gukkie 

ps. long-haired guk + sweats = godsent 

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Even if they seem a tad bit extreme or not at all necessary. At least, that’s what you keep convincing yourself as you brought the flowing material past your hips to fit close at your waist. The booty shorts you were rocking moments ago tossed regretfully in the hamper for not fulfilling your desired grail.

Maybe a nice, short skirt will do the job for you.

Strutting out the room with a casual poker face and your bare legs on display with the skirt accentuating your figure, you got comfy, swaying and bending over in every chance you got for Jungkook. But even with your pleasantly smooth skin unveiled, he didn’t so much as uttered any more words than “What movie do you want to watch?” to which you just huffed out any random one you came across on the screen.

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the art of vengeance || ksj

⤞ title: the art of vengeance ⤞ pairing: criminal!seokjin x female reader ⤞ genre: angst | horror | smut | suspense | thriller | strangers with benefits | crime au ⤞ summary: An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.

If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.

⤞ word count: 2.3k  

⤞ warnings  (Please look over all the warnings before reading!): dark themes | mentions murder | crime | violence | strong language | weapons |  mentions affairs and infidelity | plot twists | torture | oral sex(male receiving) | gagging | masturbation/fingering | deep throating | throat fucking | cum swallowing | exhibitionism | praise kink | sadism | manipulation | trust issues | unlawful imprisonment | forced voyeurism | pet names | mention prison escapes | mentions killing sprees/hit lists | mentions arson | revenge | betrayal. Please proceed with caution. I am not glorifying or romanticizing any of these acts but the story does include all of the above. If you know that darker themes are not for you, then do not read this story.  

⤞ rating: 18+/R

⤞ a/n: This is my submission for the Bangtan Deadly Sins collab. It’s slightly edited and reposted from my old blog. The sin I was given is wrath which happens to be represented by Seokjin. I hope I was able to deliver. Please read responsibly.

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seasons don’t fear the reaper | jjk

title: seasons don’t fear the reaper (or ‘5 times you don’t die and 1 time you do’)  pairing: reaper!jk x reader rating: mature / teen and up (for themes, please see warnings) genre:reaper!AU, strangers to something, hurt/comfort, and some fluff and angst wordcount: 4.3k

summary: life is short, they say. one day everyone meets their death, they say. how often can you meet yours before he takes you with him?

warnings: as per the title major character death (but not in a sad way, not graphic), minor character death (offscreen, not graphic), cursing, talk about death, near death experiences, almost accidents, almost drowning (not graphic)

a/n this is part of in the spoop , a wonderful collab hosted by @wwilloww​

THANK YOU to @wwilloww​ @madseok​ @hobisuniverse​ @sahmfanficbts​ @xjoonchildx​ @kkulfm​ for the lovely time, the encouragement and your company during the writing process. I had the best time brainstorming and writing alongside you. you guys were so inspiring and i seriously have nothing but admiration and love for you.. (Cool, I’m making myself emotional.) Please check out the masterlist and everyone’s stories. THEY ARE AWESOME!

Thank you @hobi-gif​ and @jinpanman​ for beta-reading, and making this better and soothing my brain when I was insecure about this fic. Love you!

Without further ado. LESGEDDIT!

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1 WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

The first thing Jungkook notices when he enters the coffee shop nestled into a little corner of an alley just off the hustling and bustling main street is that the owner takes their Halloween decorations seriously. Spiderwebs, pumpkins—they’ve even exchanged the doorbell announcing the arrival of new customers with a little skeleton whose bones rattle every time someone opens the door and comes in.

He lets his gaze wander around for a second—he’s looking for someone. They are supposed to be here, sipping on a seasonal drink. They should be getting up any minute and leave through the front door. Then they’ll walk right in front of a truck whose driver will be distracted for a split second by a sunbeam that hits his eyes at a strange angle.

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Dominus | Drabble | kth (m)

☾ Pairing: demon!Taehyung x unnamed f. character

☾ Summary: Taehyung is a demon that has needs. Some of those needs include feeding off of fear and fucking until he's numb. Thankfully, he knows how to do those things at the same time.

☾ Word Count:  2,628

☾ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: PLEASE TAKE THESE WARNINGS SERIOUSLY. THIS DRABBLE INCLUDES INCREDIBLY DARK THEMES SUCH AS: explicit language, manipulation, power dynamics, explicit sexual content including spit play, breath play (intense choking), mentions of getting off on fear, unprotected vaginal sex, pet names (Tae calls her kitten), honorifics (she calls him dominus which means master in this world), masturbation (female) voyeurism, rough sex, orgasm control, light mentions of blood, no after care, mentions of alcohol and drugs, trance like state post sex, Taehyung is a demon and he is REALLY terrible in this - please read this IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH THE WARNINGS.

☾ Published: September 4, 2022

☾ A/N: This is a side drabble to my series Carved. The series is incredibly dark. You do not need to read the series to read this drabble, but it would make a teeny bit more sense. Carved Tae seems to have a lot of stans (cough cough myself included) so I decided to write this to get myself out of my intense writers block.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Masterlist | Ask | Carved Series 

Glittering lights make Taehyung dizzy. He stares at them, coalescing purples and blues and pinks. They flicker in the fog of the club - or maybe it's the smoke that Jimin is blowing in the air as he breathes out vampire, luscious lips pursed. The smoke smells like candied fruit, pleasant among the smell of sweating bodies pressed against one another. 

Taehyung sips the blue drink. He has no idea what it is but he looks up at the lights and they are alive. Fuck. Synth makes the alcohol so much better. He is buzzing, his arms like TV static and head cottony. 

As usual, they have a private booth. It’s just Taehyung and Jimin tonight. It’s not unlike Jungkook to turn them down for a night out, especially now that he has that Carved to worry about. 

Not for the first time, Taehyung feels a rush of anger that he purchased her for Jungkook. He should have just bought her for himself. He could think of several things that he could do with her.

Taehyung adjusts the body chain laying down his middle. It loops around his neck and his waist, made from demon stone and Parthos steel. Though it glitters prettier than any other metal in the world, it could cut through Vanir skin and decapitate a Vaesen if pulled tight around the neck. 

Tan skin peeks out from the collar of his low cut shirt. The ruffle of his jacket snakes up the right side of his neck, curling around the back like a serpent on his shoulder. He’s always had exquisit taste: clothes, food, art, Vanir slaves, drugs. 

Tonight is no different. 

Spreading his legs wide, Taehyung runs his tongue on his bottom lip, and drags his dark gaze from the lights flashing over the dancing bodies to the lone Valkyrie in front of him. She sits rod straight, her gold eyes cast down. Taehyung taps the edge of his glass with his nail, slowly evaluating her from head to toe. 

Caramel skin covered in some cosmetic glitter that makes her shimmer like the drugs Jimin snorted earlier. White, leather skirt that does nothing to hide her generous ass or her little pink panties underneath. Tan planes of stomach that Taehyung wants to sink his teeth in. White, leather bralette, breasts spilling out the top.

Mouth watering. 

The valkyrie is afraid. Her fingers twist in her lap and she chews the inside of her cheek. She uses her dark hair, silky and smelling like rose to hide her face as her male companion climbs into Jimin’s lap. 

Taehyung has no mind for Jimin as he shoves his tongue down the witch’s throat. He stands up, stretching his long limbs. The room tilts on its axis and he laughs, utterly delighted by how fucked up he feels. 

As carefully as possible, he collapses onto the booth next to the valkyrie. She flinches and he grins further, slouching in the seat next to her so that he has to look up at her through his lashes, eyes round. 

“Hi,” he offers. Up close she smells like roses and vanilla - and fear. “You smell divine.”

“Thank you, dominus.” Her voice is soft and accented.

Taehyung resists the urge to bite his fist. Up close, he can make out the freckles across her nose and cheeks. The longer he stares, the more they appear. They move, swirling on her skin like constellations. He is hypnotized, open-mouth staring at her as the freckles dance. 

He blinks and they return to normal, unmoving and simple. 

“Why so afraid?” he murmurs. Taehyung’s head leans, almost resting on her shoulder. She glances at him and he bats his eyelashes at her. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m harmless.” 

“You are powerful, dominus. It is difficult to be in the presence of greatness.” 

Liar, Taehyung thinks. He smiles, pointed canines on full display. She chews her inner cheek again. Taehyung slowly brings a finger to her cheek, brushing her skin. It’s so warm he almost moans, his eyes fluttering at the touch of her. 

To his pleasant surprise, her eyes shutter and she leans towards him a bit. He bites his bottom lip, dragging his fingers across her cheekbone and down the slope of her soft jaw. 

“You shouldn’t bite the inside of your cheek,” he whispers. “Might hurt yourself, kitten.” 

“I’m sorry, dominus.”

“Hmm. Don’t be.” 

Taehyung spreads his legs and pats his thigh. She hesitates for a moment and he drags his fingers up his dark trousers slowly before patting his thigh again - much higher this time. The valkyrie moves slowly, bottom lip between her teeth as she shifts. She throws her leg over his waist, facing him without meeting his eyes. Her ass settles on his cock and his blood thrums. 

Cold hands skate up and down her arms as he seeks the warmth of her skin. Taehyung is cold by nature, craving that warm blood rushing through her body. Her face isn’t hidden behind a curtain of hair now. Her eyes are large and round, button nose small on her heart-shaped face. She is the perfect Vanir: soft, supple, pliant, thrumming with vitality. 

Burning gold eyes that belong to the race of the valkyrie look at him tentatively. Her heart rate skips as Taehyung’s fingers settle on the hem of her skirt, brushing back and forth on the curve of her ass cheeks. 

Taehyung’s eyes go to her collar. It’s pink, a tiny E resting on the hollow of her throat, glittering with diamonds. He lifts one hand, going to her neck to trace the leather. She closes her eyes and sways in his lap. Taehyung smirks. 

“What’s the E for, hmm?”

Dark music pulses from the first floor. It hums through the floor, through Taehyung’s feet and through his ribcage. It’s a pleasant vibration, mixed with the alcohol and demon dust Jimin offered him before coming to the club. 

“Eden, dominus,” she whispers. “I belong to the club, dominus.”

“Such a pretty little thing, what a waste to be in this club.” Taehyung pouts up at her. He splays his hand at the base of her neck. He’s transfixed for a moment. His hand is so large in comparison to her delicate, tender neck. It would take a simple squeeze to end it all. Her little life is nothing in his hands. 

Instead of choking her to death like he wants, Taehyung tilts his head to the side. “Have you been treated well?”

“Of course, dominus.”

He tsks. “Come on, kitten. Be honest with me. You’re so afraid, sitting here with us. I don’t want that for you. I want you to feel safe. Has someone made you feel unsafe here?”

The valkyrie’s eyes water. She looks down, chewing on her bottom lip as she worries at the hem of her skirt. Taehyung gently brushes his hand from her chest to her bottom lip, pulling it lightly with his thumb. She stops gnawing at the flesh, but the damage is done. Her lips are roses and thrumming with the blood from the pressure of her teeth. 

“Some are rough, dominus. But it’s okay, we deserve it.”

“Hmm. Such a shame, to be rough with you. Do you like it here?”

“It is fine, dominus.”

Taehyung hums again. “What would you say if I offered to buy you?” Her wide eyes fly up to meet Taehyung’s. He hears the way her breathing stops. Starts again. Stops. Starts again. Her heart patterns like the wings of his father’s hummingbirds. “Your face is a waste here. You could come home with me.” 

“I-I am not good enough for a lord, dominus.”

Taehyung’s hand on her face goes rigid, gripping her chin harshly as he forces her to look at him. Her fear spikes, sour scent making Taehyung salivate. “I’m not a lord, kitten.”

He relaxes. Takes a deep breath. Caresses her skin for a while to get her to calm down. She melts into him after a time. 

“I don’t deserve it, dominus.” She whispers. She tangles her fingers together. Taehyung watches her, gaze fiery. “I’m just a Vanir. It would be an honor to be a part of your home, dominus.”

“We’ll do it then.” She looks up at Taehyung sharply. “When I leave, you’ll go with me.”

“Truly, dominus?” 

Taehyung gives her a wolfish grin. “I promise.” 

Bathrooms at Eden are pristine on the upper level. Taehyung doesn’t bother to lock the door. The valkyrie is looking around the room, eyes round like a doe. Taehyung watches her. The pink lights of the bathroom make her look magenta, her skin shimmering as she marvels at the vines and roses climbing up gold, carved mirrors.

A waterfall trickles behind Taehyung, the water spelled to be shimmering gold as it falls from the eyes of a weeping angel, hands clasped up to the sky. Foliage and flowers cover the walls, making the bathroom smell like jasmine and honeysuckle. It smells almost as delicious as the valkyrie who leans against the skin and looks at Taehyung with desire.

She opens her legs slightly, hips tilted up so he can see her panties. He grins ferally at her - perfect. 

“I bet you have the prettiest pussy,” Taehyung purrs. “Hmmm? Will you let dominus see?”

Sucking her bottom lip in her mouth, she nods. Slowly, she traces her hand under her skirt, pushing up the hem. Taehyung leans against the wall, legs spread with his hand resting on his cock. He’s hungry - not for food, but for the Vanir in front of him.

She pulls aside the delicate lace underwear and Taehyung smirks as she spreads her legs a little more. “Like this, dominus?” 

“Get on the counter.” 

She scrambles to listen to him. On the counter, she spreads her legs wide for him. He is fixated as she pulls the panties to the side again, opening herself up to him. She’s wet and pink. Taehyung hums in approval. 

“Play with yourself for me, kitten. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck that little cunt of yours.” Her chest starts rising and falling as she looks at him. He smiles. “Then we can go home, yeah?”

The valkyrie nods. She obeys immediately, hand tracing up and down her glistening folds. Taehyung strides forward, watching as her movements stop. He grins and leans over her mound, spitting directly onto her cunt before walking backward and leaning against the wall again. 

“Continue,” he says.

She complies, spreading the spit around her clit in lazy circles. He tells her to trace her hole with delicate fingers - she does. He tells her to pinch her clit - she does. She follows his every command, absolutely flushed and read all over, sweat beading on her brow as he has her edge herself.

Finally, Taehyung pushes himself off the wall. His movement is so quick that she barely tracks it, dazed as she looks up at him. Taehyung lifts her off the counter and throws her on her stomach. She lets out a soft sound of surprise and a whine as her forehead smacks the mirror glass. He ignores it in favor of unzipping his hands, stroking his heavy cock in his hand.

The valkyrie watches in the mirror. Taehyung is transfixed by the way his cockhead splits her hole. He grins, prodding her with the tip as she moans and clenches before he sinks into her on the upstroke, throwing his head back and gasping. 

Taehyung draws pretty little sounds from her mouth as he fucks into her cunt. He knows if he looks down in the mirror, he’ll see her eyes rolling back in her head. Her screams are of pleasure and border on pain as he digs his nails into the flesh of her ass, drawing blood. 

But he’s not watching her. He watches himself, watches the flush on his neck and the way his hair sticks to his forehead as she bends her further into the counter. Watches the veins throb and the way shadows begin to twist around him as he splits the valkyrie open. 

Her pussy flutters around him and he realizes she’s going to orgasm. Taehyung grabs her by the hair, pulling her back as he growls into her hair. “Don’t you dare fucking cum.” 

She whimpers in response, but nods. 

With one hand holding her down to drill into her, Taehyung uses his free hand to lift the loop of chain around his neck up and over his head. She lifts her head for him, watching him in the mirror as he drapes it around her head. 

Taehyung gathers the chain in his fist, pulling gently at first, just cutting off a little bit of air. She moans and he wraps the chain tighter, gripping it as he fucks into her harder, her hips slamming agaisnt the bathroom counter. 

The valkyrie pants against the mirror. Breath mists the glassy surface, her spit smearing across it as Taehyung shifts so that he’s leaning over her, pulling up on the chain and cutting off her air supply completely.

Taehyung begins to count the strokes it takes for her to panic. Someone enters the bathroom - a shinigami woman who gives him a grin in the mirror as she drifts to a stall. Taehyung barely acknowledges her as he twists the chain a fraction harder. 

“Cum,” Taehyung barks at her. 

Underneath him, the valkyrie’s hands curl into fists. She clenches around him once - twice and convulses, cumming with a scream and her last breath. 

He doesn’t stop. Cum drips down her legs, he can see it dripping down the tan flesh. 

It takes almost two minutes for her to start gasping for air. She grips the counter, red in the face as she fucking takes it. Taehyung feels a sliver of appreciation - a Vanir who knows not to fight back. A Vanir who takes what her master gives her, who pants against the mirror and lets her eyes roll back into her head. 

Another thirty seconds goes by and her heart begins to give out. 

It’s all he needs. Taehyung cums with a growl, letting go of the chain. The valkyrie gasps for air, sagging underneath Taehyung as he falls on top of her, crushing her into the sink.

For a few moments, Taehyung feels like he’s floating. There’s a buzz in his veins and his mind is somewhere else where it’s fuzzy and electric. The valkyrie doesn’t move under him, but he can feel her panting, struggling to catch her breath. She is still shaken from the choking and he grins, laughing as he finally pulls himself off of her.

The valkyrie melts to the floor like a puddle. She sags, still breathing heavily as she looks up at Taehyung. There are stars in her eyes as she watches himself tuck his cock into his pants. She smiles at him, dazed and delighted. There is spit all over her face, makeup running. A soft bruise has formed where she hit her head on the mirror. 

Rolling his shoulders, Taehyung heads to the door. 

“Dominus?” her voice is small behind him. He doesn’t even glance at her as he opens the door and lets himself out, leaving her dripping and disheveled. “Dominus wait!” 

Taehyung doesn’t wait. He walks back out into the cool interior of the club, the music swelling around him again. He stops by his booth - Jimin is gone. Taehyung doesn’t care. He knocks back one of the glasses full of blue liquid and snaps his fingers toward an attendant who shows him a bill. He doesn’t look at it - just flourishes the pen and heads toward the stairs.

As he passes the bathroom, he hears the valkyrie sobbing. 

Taehyung grins. 

Jack-In-The-Box

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: yandere au, monster/demon au, imaginary friend au

Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: yandere content, dark content, blood, mentions of gore, death, vomit, profanity, please read at your own risk

“Pumpkin!” Your mom exclaimed the second you stepped foot out of the car. She came running off the porch of your childhood home, engulfing your frame in an overbearingly tight hug, “It’s been too long, you need to start coming to visit more often.”

A smile stretched across your lips as you returned her hug, pulling away a brief moment later.

Your mother took your hand in hers, leading you inside. For a split second, her warm gaze flashed down to your bare arm, turning cold. Something solemn swirled in her eyes as she fixated on the scar you had since a young child.

You never knew how it showed up, neither did your parents, but shortly after your eighth birthday, a mark resembling awfully close to an ‘H’ appeared on the inside of your wrist.

“Everything’s,” the woman trailed off for a moment before quickly recollecting herself, “Everything is down the basement. Take anything you want and we’ll donate the rest.”

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Claimed (Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON! {IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE DNI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}, Jealous!Steve, hints of college!Peter x Reader

Summary: A mission goes awry and Steve loses control.

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Even in Hades I am With You (Hades!Loki x Persephone!Reader)

Warnings: Dub-con, hints of NON-CON, manipulation, kidnapping

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summary: “The god of the Underworld, fell in love with the beautiful daughter of Demeter when he saw her picking flowers one day in a meadow. As she stooped down to pick the flower, the earth beneath her feet suddenly cleaved open and through the gap the god himself came out on his chariot with black horses. He grabbed the lovely maiden before she could scream for help and descended into his underworld kingdom while the gap in the earth closed after them.”

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