NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3 a lot were on my old recs so feel free to reread!

after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f

cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s

unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a

by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s

strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a

on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a

subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f

besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a

upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f

rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a

backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a

veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f

blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f

the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s

hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s

that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a

pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s

one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a

go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

34+35 [ established relationship ] s

parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s

memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f

what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s

worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f

quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s

Hi Hello

I was wondering if you could do the Idol!au version of "best friends!"? I LOVED this I would like to see from the perspective where Jungkook(or any of the other boys) is an idol and has a friend wanting to lose his virginity to an idol close to him, you know?

hello! yes I can! i like the concept, thank you for sending a request and being patient 💜some things have been changed, but overall it's similar

seonbaenim!

your group decides they want to shed the “good girl” image for your next comeback & you confide in your seonbae, Jungkook, in helping you do so. @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @minshookie29

word count: 10.347

warning: alcohol intake, kissing, coercion, slight intoxication, smut, dub-con, manipulation, jealous/possessive behavior, naive reader, praising, dirty talking, unsolicited touching/groping, masturbating, oral sex, loss of virginity, fingering, licking, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, squirting,

non-idol version

“Thank you, seonbaenim. For offering to help me.” you bow your head to Jungkook, hands clenching with nervousness. “It’s an honor having someone like you helping me with my comeback.”

Jungkook offers a soft grin, the piercing on his lip glistening underneath the studio lights. “No need to thank me, Y/N. You don’t have to be formal, either. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You swallow and nod your head. You don’t want to be rude - Jungkook has been an idol for years, far before your debut, and you held great respect and admiration for him. 

“Yes, we are friends.” you assure Jungkook - it was one of the reasons he insisted on helping you. 

You met Jungkook two years prior, him complimenting you once your group was done performing. He was someone you’d go to for advice when needed. He would show you songs he was working on, even if they were unreleased and you’d do the same.

Now, Jungkook had offered to help you with your comeback - he had listened to you vent to him about your struggles countless times. 

“So, let’s go talk about this comeback.” Jungkook claps his hands together. “You told me you were having a hard time?”

You nod. 

“What’s the aesthetic your group is looking for?”

You’re growing hot underneath Jungkook’s gaze.

“A more…mature approach.” you murmur, twiddling your fingers. “Break away from the innocent good girl look we’ve had.”

Jungkook nods and hums. “So, sexy.” he snorts when your eyes grow wide. “Your group is having a sexy type comeback. That’s good.” he nods his head. “Good girls gone bad? Girls gone wild?”

Jungkook laughs at the horrified look on your face.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m just teasing.” Jungkook assures. “What are you having a hard time with exactly?”

You inhale deeply then exhale. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself more than you already were, but Jungkook was here now willing to help you and this isn’t something you can ruin.

“I’m not sexy.” you respond. “My sisters are. They can channel it and I just can’t.”

Jungkook’s taken aback by your words. So you were feeling insecure about your lack of sex appeal. It’s then that Jungkook takes over your figure, not caring if you noticed or not. 

“You want my help with your sex appeal?”

Hearing it said like that makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. You hide your face with your hands, completely mortified. 

Jungkook chuckles. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m sure you have amazing sex appeal-”

“Please stop.” you quip - you’d rather die than for him to continue to pity you. “Just forget I said anything.”

“Y/N. Look at me.”

The seriousness in Jungkook’s tone has you complying. 

“Anyone can be sexy.” You want to say that it was easy for him to say. For Jungkook, it was like a switch. You’ve watched the man on stage become an entirely different person than the sweet man who you’ve become close with. “You just need to bring it out.”

You nod your head, unsure of how to bring another side of you out.

“Your sister’s seem to be naturals.” Jungkook notes. “Why do you think it’s difficult for you?”

You want to scoff. You shared the group with your sisters, both older than you. Sexy did appear to come natural for them. You were often left in their shadow and was nothing but their younger, shy sister. In interviews, you’d allow them to speak for you often, not wanting to make a fool of yourself if or when you said the wrong thing.

Jungkook waits for a response. He’s sure he understands. He was an observant man, after all. He’s watched the way you’ve grown in the last couple years, watching you on stage he was sure you were often in your own head and afraid of messing up. Your mistakes were light and easy to fix, but that didn’t mean you weren’t often criticized for it. He’s watched the group's music videos and it was then did you shine - but it was a music video, meaning you were also edited that way.

“Y/N?”

You blink. You swallow the lump in your throat and before you can apologize, Jungkook speaks once more. 

“Are you a virgin?”

Jungkook is positive he knows the answer already, but he wants to hear you say it. There had to be a deeper reason as to why you were struggling with this when your sisters weren’t. It could be because they were older, yes, and had more experience - but you were an adult, too. 

Jungkook gets his answer when you visibly stiffen. He licks his lips and offers you a smile. 

“Maybe that’s why you’re having a difficult time in appearing sexy. We’re friends, right?” Jungkook scoots his chair closer to you. “What have you ever done with a man?”

You feel a shudder run up your spine at his words. You’re unsure how to respond, far too humiliated to be speaking with your seonbae about your sex life - or lack of.

“Not much.” you murmur, a slight squeak in your voice. 

“Have you ever touched a man?” Jungkook doesn’t want to push you over the edge, he has eyes. He notices the way your foot is slightly shaking with nerves. However, there’s something inside of him - a new interest, maybe? - that wants to know. “Has a man ever touched you?”

You shake your head, eyes glancing away from Jungkook’s intense one. He was going to think you were pathetic, probably laugh in your face about your lack of experience. 

“That’s good.” Jungkook says, even surprised with the tone in his own voice. Your eyes snap to him, wide and shocked. He lightly chuckles at your reaction. “You can learn, Y/N. But no one can ever make you feel sexy until you feel it within yourself.”

Jungkook leans back into the chair. His eyes roam around your figure. You’re dressed comfortably, but he knows the figure you have beneath it. Again, he’s watched you on stage in the outfits the stylist put you in. You had whatever it took to be sexy - it was your own self holding you back. 

“How about we discuss this over dinner. I’m starving and we’ve been at this for hours now. You have to be hungry, too.” Jungkook gives you an assuring smile - a smile that tells you that this is safe. To trust him - and you did.

You’ve never been to Jungkook’s home before, and when he suggested dinner you thought it would be some form of takeout at the studio. “I have food that we can heat up at my house.” Jungkook had told you, and now here you sat, legs crossed as the both of you enjoyed the ramen he had prepared.

“So, what do you think you need to do to feel sexy?” Jungkook asks. He pours the wine into both glasses, lightly pushing yours towards you. 

You smell the wine before tasting it. It’s a bit strong, but you don’t want to appear rude and decline it. “Maybe, look the part?” you respond after a few moments. 

Jungkook nods. He changes the subject, asking then about how you were adjusting to being an idol - even if it has been over two years. With each passing conversation, he’s assured to refill each of your wine glasses until he notices the slight glossy look in your eyes.

“Look.” Jungkook speaks, facing you towards the tall mirror on his wall. He’s directly behind you, hands on your shoulders. “Your group has potential, Y/N. I know this comeback would be like no other.” Jungkook is sure of himself, as well, because this time you had him helping you. “This time, you’ll be the star. Not your sisters.”

You laugh with a shake of your head. You felt more comfortable and maybe that was the wine’s doing. Your jacket had been left somewhere in Jungkook’s living room, and now you’re left in a short sleeved shirt. 

“Why are you laughing? You don’t believe me?” Jungkook squeezes your shoulders gently. “Follow me.”

Jungkook turns away from you face and you stumble just to follow him. He takes you down a long hallway until he stops in front of a door. “This is my room.” he says as he opens the door to it. It’s simple, nothing too extravagant or over the top like you assume it would be for an idol with money like him. “Have you taken your concept photos yet?”

You shake your head. “It’ll be tomorrow, actually.” you respond.

“Good.” Jungkook murmurs. “Sit down on my bed.”

You do as you’re told. It feels weird being in his bedroom, but you don’t allow yourself to overthink. Jungkook goes to his closet for a moment and returns with a camera in hand. He hands you the camera after turning it on. 

“I’ll have you take pictures of me first.” Jungkook says. “Just so you can see what I do and replicate it, okay?”

You nod your head. Your palms are sweaty and you’re frightened more than you were going to somehow drop and break such an expensive camera into pieces.

Nonetheless, you  do as Jungkook tells you. You snap the pictures, all of which he nails. With each picture, he explains what you’re expected to do; “You have to look directly into the camera, don’t shy away.” , “Don’t be afraid to show some skin, either. You aren’t a child.” 

“Ready?” Jungkook asks once the both of you had gone over the pictures you’ve taken.

Your mind swirls but you can't back down now. “Ready.” you nod.

Jungkook snaps a few pictures. You’re stiff, posing as if you’ve never been photographed before, but that was your nerves talking to you.

“Do you want this, Y/N?” Jungkook asks after around 10 minutes. Somehow he managed to pour even more wine, this time you’re gulping it down without a care. You need your nerves to be calmed. “You have to show me you’re serious. You don’t want to live in your sister's shadows forever, right?”

You take a deep breath and shake your head. You didn’t want to be known as the shy one - the one that no one bothered to look at. You couldn’t waste any of Jungkook’s time - he didn’t have to help you, but he was. 

Jungkook watches through the lens of the camera the way it happened - the switch that turns on and had you changed from the shy girl you were, to the girl he knew you could be. It started with your eyes - the way you looked right at him through the lens, not faltering once. Your eyes - sharp, seductive and fierce.

Jungkook licks his lips, lowering his camera to look directly at you. He takes a few steps closer to your position onto his bed, dropping his camera not far from you. On the ground sat the half empty wine bottle and your glass. He proceeds to pour some more in and take a few sips.

“More wine?” Jungkook asks cooly with a raised brow. 

You nod your head without thinking, reaching your hand out to grab the glass. Jungkook dodges your attempts and instead, raises the glass above your head. “Come here, Y/N.”

You do as you’re told. Your mind is attempting to focus on everything right now, but you were already tipsy. You rarely drink - especially wine.You always assumed that it was an exaggeration when people said they can get drunk from wine - but with the way you are now, you know it's anything but an exaggeration. 

You’re at the edge of Jungkook’s bed now, meeting him where he wants you at. Your knees are pressed firmly into the mattress, hands placed neatly in your lap. Jungkook thinks you appear cute; obedient.

Jungkook places a hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing your lips. You feel hot at his actions, your mind hazy. “Put your head back.” Jungkook murmurs his command and again, you comply. Your neck is exposed to him. It’s bare from any blemishes and Jungkook thinks how you’d look with marks on you - purplish bruises and teeth marks, maybe even prints from his own hands around your neck.

“Open your mouth.” Jungkook says breathily. 

You gulp, but comply. You grunt when Jungkook's thumb dips inside of your mouth and presses it onto your tongue, slightly bringing it out. Then, he removes his tongue when he has you where he wants to. Your eyes watch as Jungkook pours the wine into your mouth slowly, the wine sliding onto your tongue and down your throat ever so slowly. Jungkook watches intently when a bit of the wine falls from the corner of your mouth and trails your neck just as slowly. 

You swallow the wine once Jungkook is done, your tongue licking the corner of your mouth and exhaling.

Jungkook drops the wine glass onto the floor by the bed where it was prior. He leans down close to your face, his breath tickling your skin. “Have you ever kissed a man?”

You nod slowly. It was only a peck - a kiss from a classmate - and that was the last kiss you’ve had. You were an idol now and couldn’t focus on dating.

“I see.” Jungkook hums, his lips pouting slightly. “So I suppose you don’t want to kiss me then.”

You released a low gasp. You blink a few times, unsure of what’s going on. You couldn’t have been this drunk, surely.

“Seonbaenim…” you murmur.

“I don’t think you want it enough, Y/N.” Jungkook tells you. He’s so close and your eyes have a difficult time focusing on him. “I’m trying to make you the true star I know you can be.”

“I do.” you exclaim, your hands clenching into your lap. You don’t want to upset him - to make Jungkook feel as if you were taking his assistance for granted.

Jungkook leans away from you and takes back his camera. He nods at you. “Prove it to me.” is all he says.

You glance at the camera in his hands and then up at him. He raises the camera once more, ready to begin snapping pictures. 

Maybe it was the wine getting to you. You didn’t have a lot of thoughts screaming at you to stop you from removing your shirt. You throw it aside, your eyes staring at the lens to reclaim the prior sex appeal. 

Jungkook doesn’t notice his breathing increase - not until you go to remove your leggings. It wasn’t as if you wore lingerie - Jungkook understood that this isn’t what you were expecting to do. But your appearance is captivating enough, a lacy bra with matching panties, both black. 

You do countless poses and Jungkook allows you, not once speaking. Your first pose was pushing your knees far apart and pushing your chest out. Your hands move slowly up your chest, a slight tilt to your head.

Jungkook doesn’t realize how close he’s gotten to you until his knees hit the mattress. Now, you’re on your back, slightly arching. Your eyes are on the camera and your breast is pushed towards the ceiling. You appear to be teasing him, Jungkook thinks, the way your fingers hook beneath your bra strap teasingly, as if you were daring to push them down.

“Seonbaenim…?” you murmur. You haven’t heard the camera shutter for the last few minutes. “Did I do good?”

Jungkook slowly smiles and nods his head. He presses a knee against the mattress, allowing himself to come closer to you. “You’re a good girl, Y/N.” he tells you, and your heart swells at the compliment. “Come here.”

You lift from the mattress as if in a trance. Jungkook lifts your chin with his index finger, his dark eyes staring into your own. 

“Tomorrow, we’re going to try the song again, okay?”

“Yes.” you nod.

“For now…” Jungkook leans a little closer, a few inches away. “...kiss me.”

You gulp. Opening your mouth to respond.

“It wasn’t up for debate, Y/N.” Jungkook interrupts before you can speak. “I need to know you’re serious about this. I won’t have you wasting my time.”

Your eyes widen and without thinking, you kiss Jungkook. Jungkook deepens the kiss, wanting nothing more than to hold you close to him. The thought of flipping you over runs through his mind, to grind into you until you’re begging him for more, but Jungkook refrains from doing son.

“I’m going to make you a star, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks once the kiss ends. “This comeback will be your moment. I’ll be sure of it.”

There’s something sinister about the way you allow Jaehyun to touch your head, Jungkook thinks. He pats it playfully, gently rubbing it. There’s a smile on his own lips as he greets you with a warm welcome.

What made it even more sinister to Jungkook was the way you appeared. You were smitten by his older friend. If this was a show, your eyes would’ve turned to the shape of hearts and a pink glow wouldn’t shine throughout you.

Jungkook leans back into his seat, tongue in cheek. With a tilt of his head, Jungkook has had enough - especially when you giggle at something Jaehyun has said.

“I don’t have all day.”

Your head snaps to Jungkook and quickly you bow and apologize. As you were arriving, Jaehyun was leaving, having visited Jungkook at the studio for a bit. He and you spoke, him giving you a greeting as you arrived.

Jaehyung hums as you sit besides Jungkook, the man's stare hard as you do so. Judging by your appearance, you were cowering besides the man.

“I’ll see you later, hyung.” Jungkook says to Jaehyun, dismissing his friend. “We have work to do.”

Jaehyun nods, his eyes flickering to you for a moment. He leaves without another word, the door shutting behind him quietly. 

“Do you take me for a joke, Y/N?”

Jungkook’s tone is vicious. It causes you to flinch at the sudden change in atmosphere. 

“Seonbae-”

“Do you want to fuck him?” questions Jungkook, his voice changing to a softer tone. You swallow, eyes wide. “You want to lose your virginity to him? After I’m putting in the work to make you shine?”

“Seonbaenim, I don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t.” Jungkook snickers. “Don’t waste my time, Y/N. I’m the one that’s helping your comeback. Not anyone else.”

You nod your head, eyes glancing away from Jungkook. He looks visibly upset, as if he was scolding a disobedient child. 

Jungkook sighs. “Look at me.” he tells you mellowly. His hand places itself on your own and gently squeezes. “I’m sorry for being so harsh on you, Y/N. You know I believe in you and your talent, right?”

You nod, not really sure if he did or not - but you didn’t want to disagree with him.

“I’d hate anyone to take advantage of you, Y/N. I know how men are. Especially in this industry. You’re a sweet girl.” his thumb rubs against your knuckles. “You have a certain look on you, you know?”

“What do you mean?” you question. Your eyes finally meet him once more. “Is that a bad thing?” you were beginning to feel self-conscious.

“No, of course not. You’re my good girl.” Jungkook squeezes your hand, lips forming into a warm smile. There’s something bubbling inside you at Jungkook words. “You have an innocent aura surrounding you. People would want to take advantage of that. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I see.” you murmur, slowing nodding. “Thank you, seonbaenim.”

“Jungkook.” Jungkook corrects. “You don’t have to be formal with me. We’re friends.”

You smile and Jungkook then releases your hand. “Okay. I’ve listened to your sister's part of the song and they’re good.”

You bite your lip. 

“That doesn’t mean yours isn’t good. It is. But…” Jungkook trails off. “I think you should give me more passion. Be more…sensual.”

“I-I can do that.” you shake your head to agree with him. 

“Okay.” says Jungkook. He points his head to the side. “You wanna record it?”

“Yes.” you inhale and exhale a few times as you enter the small room, the microphone placed in the middle of the room. You grasp the headphones and place it over your head. 

Jungkook’s eyes connected with yours as he played the instrumental. Your voice is good - you’re a great singer. But you needed to be more than a great singer to outshine your sisters. Initially, he wasn’t here to help you outshine them - but he promised you that you’d be a star - and Jungkook never went back on his promises. 

Jungkook turns the music off with a click. “More passion.” he says. “Again.”

Your voice hits his ears once more as he plays the instrumental. It’s melodic and he’s positive he can hear it again and again and again.

“Y/N.” Jungkook turns off the music once more. You visibly stiffen. Jungkook was a perfectionist naturally and he didn’t care how long it took for you to get it right - he would assure you did. “Sing to me. Sing as if I’m in there with you and be my good girl, okay?” Jungkook advised with a sigh. “I need to hear the sensuous tone in your voice.”

“Yes.” you murmur.

Once more, Jungkook starts the music. You close your eyes this time. Jungkook’s eyes made you nervous - they were piercing right through you. 

You began to sing, your mind traveling to the night in Jungkook’s bedroom - a night you never brought up to anyone, not even him. It was a night you wish to forget - the way you’ve acted towards him could be seen as disrespectful, even if he didn’t appear distraught by your action.

Your eyes snap open when you feel hands on your shoulders. The instrumental doesn’t stop, and neither do you. Jungkook is directly in front of you, hands on your shoulders. Those same piercing eyes are watching you, as if waiting for you to mess up.

You continue to sing just as Jungkook wants you to. He travels behind you, so close that there’s almost a pause in your singing - but you don’t stop. The hands on your shoulders begin to roll down until they’re cupping your waist. 

There’s a slight moan in the words you sing, and it’s exactly what Jungkook wants. He doesn’t stop there. His lips place themselves on your neck, his hands pressing you against him firmly. You continue to sing and Jungkook can see you through the mirror on the far right of the wall. Your eyes are closed and gently your body relaxes in his embrace.

The song is ending, Jungkook notes, and it’s the ending that he needs you to be the most sensual. Your skin is smooth beneath his palm. It works its way up your shirt and onto your covered breast. He grips it in the palm of his hands, the melodic moan music to his ears.

“Perfect.” Jungkook kisses the nape of your neck as you finish, your breathing heavy. He releases your breast and takes a step away from you. “You did amazing, my good girl.”

“Are you fucking him?”

You nearly choke on your water when the words hit your ears. You manage to swallow it somehow and your eyes turn to your manager. She’s leaning against the nearest wall from you, her glasses tilted down on her nose.

The room is silent, the conversation your sisters held with one another falls flat as their eyes cast between you and the manager.

“Why do you assume that?” your eldest sister says once you don’t respond, a horrified look upon your face.

“Jeon Jungkook has promoted this song countless times on all platforms.” your manager steps forward as she speaks. “He made a dance challenge to the song that now has thousands of people following suit. He speaks fondly of you and just you, Y/N. So please answer the question.”

Your group's comeback has officially begun, the song you had once struggled with has been released along with a music video. It’s only been a month since Jungkook and you recorded the song in the studio, and a week since the release of the song - but it was an instant hit. You recall watching the views go higher and higher alongside your sisters as did the following count on the social media platforms you two shared. 

Jungkook kept his promise on promoting not only the song, but you, as well. In interviews he spoke of how hardworking you were and how the song was one of his favorites, he participated in dancing to the song to promote it even further - you were becoming the star he said you would be. Now, your group became someone people wanted to follow and interview - you at the front of it all.

“They’re just friends.” your elder sister scoffs. “It’s nothing to look deeper into.”

Your eldest sister nods her head in agreement.

Your manager wasn’t convinced in the slightest. “Whatever you’re doing with Jeon Jungkook…” your manager eyes you for a moment, almost as if she didn’t believe a word your sisters said. “...Keep doing it. The song is doing amazing and we have people lining up for interviews.”

Your eldest sister is taken aback by the sudden change in tone. “You make it seem like Y/N is being friends with Jeon-ssi for fame.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You were becoming humid with the topic being about you.

“Jeon Jungkook is a big name in the industry, hell, globally.” your manager flips her glasses onto the bride of her nose. “Having a co-sign from him is a big deal. Don’t mess it up, Y/N.”

Your manager doesn’t wait for whatever response you or your sisters would give. She strolls out of the room. You’re left with your sisters, and now they fully turn to you. 

“What was that about?” your eldest sister asks. “You’re just friends with him right?”

“Of course.” you murmur, unable to look her in the eye. “He’s helped me so much.”

You know when your sisters want to say something - anything - but hold back. It’s in their eyes. They want to question you more about Jungkook and what your manager knows, but they don’t. 

“Okay.” your eldest sister nods. 

“We should probably get some rest. We have a hectic day tomorrow with-”

You lift from your seat and bow. “I’ll be going to my room.” you murmur.

You feel their eyes upon you, but you don’t bother to wait. Tomorrow was a big day and a hectic schedule neither of you were accustomed to. You didn’t take Jungkook’s promise that seriously - but it was as though he opened doors you never knew were possible.

You were meaning to meet with Jungkook tonight. His own schedule had gotten busier within the last month, and he had invited you over tonight of all nights for a celebration of sorts. “Soon, you’ll be on top.” Jungkook told you over the phone. “And maybe you can even make your solo debut.”

You were outside his home within a half an hour, pressing in the passcode he gave you. His home is quiet as you enter and you wonder what he was wanting to do tonight. You remove your shoes at the door and step deeper into his home, removing your jacket and placing it on a chair where you saw one of his own.

You hear light music coming from down the hall - his bedroom. You venture closer to the room, noticing the door slightly ajar. You peek your head through to greet Jungkook, after all he was expecting you.

You freeze in your tracks, your eyes slowly growing wider.

Jungkook sits at the edge of his bed. It wouldn’t have surprised you if you didn’t catch him masturbating - your eyes focusing on the way his right hand engulfs his cock entirely, jacking himself with such need. You can now hear that he’s moaning through the music, being closer than you were from down the hall. His eyes are closed and his head slightly tilted to the side.

“Y/N…”

Your breathing stilled at the sound of your name. Did he know you were there, watching like some type of creep?

“Seonbaenim…?” you say from behind the cracked door, and at the sound of your meek voice, Jungkook’s eyes snap open. You’re taken aback by the look in his dark eyes, and in that moment you realize that he didn’t know you were there, but instead had moaned your name.

Your feet react before your mind does. You take a few steps back until you hit the wall, startled to be caught watching him. You begin to sprint down the hall and towards the living area, falling to the nearest seat.

You hear the music stop and footsteps sounding, coming closer to you with each passing step.

“Y/N-”

“I’m so sorry, seonbaenim!” you cry, your eyes not looking his way. You’re humiliated and even more disrespectful for walking freely through his home. 

“Y/N-”

“I should have told you I was coming before I did-

“Y/N!” Jungkook hisses, his voice echoing off the walls of his home. You’re immediately silent, heart racing. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.” he suddenly murmurs, lowering his tone to not further startle you. You feel his presence in front of you, but you’re far too humiliated to look at him. “Look at me.”

You have to remind yourself to breathe when you do. Jungkook’s lips turn to a small smile. “That’s my good girl.” he tells you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

You don’t respond, far too consumed with your thoughts to do so.

“Hey,” Jungkook squats down to face you fully. “congratulations on the success of your song. It’s charting higher than songs from veteran groups.”

“Thank you, seon-” you stop yourself. “Jungkook.” you correct, understanding that he prefers you to call him by his name. 

“My good girl…my name always sounds sweet when you say it.” Jungkook offers a hand, waiting for you to take it. When you do hesitantly, he gets from his squatting position and lightly tugs you. “Come, I want to show you something.”

There’s an anxious feeling running through you when you’re led down the hall once more and back to Jungkook’s room. The lights are dimmer this time as you and he enter. He closes the door behind him and releases your hand. 

“I want to show you these.” Jungkook steps away from you and towards a bedside table. It’s a black folder that he opens and shows you.

Your hands take the folder, your eyes scanning over the pictures displayed inside of it.

It’s you.

It’s the same pictures Jungkook had taken a month prior, each picture becoming more vulgar as you skim through. Your hands are trembling, unsure of how you truly feel about seeing the pictures physically in the palm of your hands.

“Jungkook…”

Jungkook eyes your reaction. “Yes?”

You aren’t sure what you want to ask him. Thousands of questions run through your mind - why did he print the pictures out? Why does he want to show you? Has he shown anyone these pictures?

“Y/N.”

Your eyes snap up at him, your trembling hands coming to a halt. 

“You’ve done good.” says Jungkook. “Your concept photos came out amazing and it’s because of these.” he points to the folder in your hands. “Your group is doing amazing because of you.”

“You…think so?” you question in awe. Of course, the photos you’ve taken weren’t the same as these. The eyes you were giving the camera - or Jungkook - were those you’d see women give to men in the bedroom, not a photographer. You were nearly naked and these photos were similar to something from a porn magazine.

“Of course.” Jungkook’s hands are swift. He touches both sides of your face. “Look how beautiful you look in these. The song is charting now because of how beautiful you sounded.”

Jungkook’s compliment has your heart swelling. You close the folder and nod your head, a small smile forming onto your lips.

“My good girl.” murmurs Jungkook, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. “You want this, right?”

Jungkook’s words have a deeper meaning - one you weren’t sure about fully. Did you want this as in the fame that was quickly sneaking up on you and your group - the stardom he promised you? Or did you want something more that had to do with him personally?

“I want to help you, Y/N. I want to make you bigger than what you are now.”

“Bigger?”

“Bigger.” Jungkook nods. “I want you to be like us. We’ve sold out tours and traveled all over the world.”

You laugh at his words. It’s kind for Jungkook to want more for you, but even you know that’s not realistic. “I don’t think we can be as big as…BTS. Or you alone.”

Jungkook hums. “With you talking down about yourself, of course not.” Jungkook says. “I promised you that you’d be a star, right?”

“Yes.”

“You believe in me, right?” Jungkook drops his left hand from your face so that he can grasp the folder. He places it on his bed before turning back to you. 

“Of course I do.”

“You trust me?” Jungkook questions. “You have to trust that I know what I’m doing.”

“I do trust you.”

Jungkook simpers. He lifts your chin, his eyes on your lips.

“How much do you trust me?”

You swallow.

 Your manager’s words come to your mind - whatever you were doing with Jungkook, to continue it. You trusted Jungkook a lot - he’s helped you so much without asking for anything in return. It was because of him that your song was charting and the sudden interest of people streaming, buying and participating in challenges.

“With everything.” you respond to Jungkook truthfully.

“Everything?” Jungkook furrows his brows. “Even with your body?”

“Keep doing it.” your manager's words replay over and over in your head. 

“You’re shying away.” Jungkook notes. Maybe he was too forward with you, but he couldn’t allow himself to care. He’s already been caught by you masturbating to just the thought of you. “I can’t help you if you don’t allow me to.”

You inhale deep, your eyes not leaving his. 

“You aren’t comfortable with me.”

“I am-”

“You aren’t.” Jungkook intercepts. “Are you comfortable giving yourself to Jaehyun?”

Your eyebrows knit together at Jungkook's words.

Jaehyun?

You shake your head.

“I saw the way you were looking at him.” Jungkook removes his hand from your chin and takes a step back. “You had heart eyes for him. While I sat there and helped you achieve success…you still haven’t given me those eyes.”

Jungkook turns away from you just as he says those words. You shake your head, reaching out for the man.

“I-I don’t want Jaehyun-ssi!” you exclaim. Your anxiety was peaking, fear running through you. You didn’t want to upset Jungkook or make him think you didn’t appreciate all the help he’s given you. “I’m sorry, seonbaenim.” your hand touches his bicep.

Jungkook turns back to you. Your eyes are low, but he can see the seriousness in them - you were apologetic. 

“I never…done anything with a man before.” you murmur, hot feeling all over. “I want to…” your heart is racing with what to say. “Keep doing it…keep doing it…” your manager’s words replay in your mind. “...I want to please you, seonbaenim. I want to be good for you, I just don’t know how.”

Jungkook is stunned for a moment, his eyes watching you intently. Then, there’s a smirk forming onto his lips.

Now, Jungkook had you where he wanted you - where you needed to be.

“You know you’re my good girl, Y/N.” Jungkook takes both of your hands in his and steps backwards towards his bed. He sits down and tugs for you to do the same - on top of him. “My good girl. Once I do this with you, you can’t do it with someone else.”

Jungkook’s hands are upon you, holding you close.

“I’m a man and I know how men are.” Jungkook murmurs, his lips close to your jawline. “They will use you until you have nothing left to give. They will take you to feed their own satisfaction and leave you.”

You release a gasp.

“I won’t do that to you, my good girl.” Jungkook’s hands dip beneath your shirt to feel your smooth skin. “You can always trust me. I’ll treat you right. I want more from you, unlike any other man.”

Jungkook wants to say especially Jaehyun - but he doesn’t want to come off as jealous. Jaehyun is his friend and understands that he holds no feelings or attraction towards you, he was just being friendly. However, he was also a man and in Jungkook’s eyes, any man can and will be competition.

Jungkook’ s lips are upon your skin, kissing your jawline. 

“Promise me, Y/N. That you’ll always be mine.”

Maybe it was selfish for Jungkook to ask from you, but he doesn’t care. He’s invested in you free of charge - he’s only asked for one thing. To have you fully for himself, all of you. He wants your love and devotion, your respect.

Your virginity. 

Jungkook wanted all of you. He wanted to be the first person who made you cum. He wanted to show you how pleasurable sex could be with the right person - him - and show you what he liked.

It’s what Jungkook deserves - he was going to make you a star. Your sisters could not compare to you and he would assure that you had it all. Soon, you’ll have brand deals and be an ambassador of whatever brand you desire - as long as you remain his.

“I promise.” you murmur, and it’s then that Jungkook doesn’t hold back. He kisses along your neck hungrily, as if he was a dog waiting to pounce at his favorite treat. 

You’re unsure what to do but allow Jungkook to take the lead. His hands roam your body, squeezing and grabbing everything he could with just two palms.

“You said you want to be good for me, right?” Jungkook says against your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin.

You nod, your body flushed with heat.

Jungkook leans back, his dark eyes on your face. “My pretty good girl.” he murmurs, the back of his hand stroking your chin. “I want you to strip for me like you did before.”

Jungkook’s eyes upon you cause you to freeze up. The horrified look on your face has Jungkook chuckling. “Don’t be shy, Y/N. You’ll have to learn to do this without any liquid courage.”

“Yes.” you murmur with a nod.

“It’s just me.” Jungkook breaths. 

Just Jungkook.

You take a deep breath, and before you can think too much into the fact that it was Jungkook, you begin to lift your shirt over your head. You discard it aside with a bite of your lip.

“I like black on your skin.” Jungkook compliments, touching up the fabric holding your breast together perfectly. 

“Thank you.” you respond cutely, voice low and meek. You remove yourself from Jungkook’s lap to remove your pants. They fall to the floor swiftly and you kick your feet to get out of it fully. 

Jungkook licks his lip before biting it. There’s an obvious tent in his sweats just at the sight of you. He thinks about what you’d look like in countless lingerie - high stockings that highline your legs, lacy material that teases him just in the right way. His mouth salivates at the endless possibilities.

It’s just Jungkook, you tell yourself. It’s just Jungkook - the same man who’s been so kind to you. Who’s helped you with your comeback, given you advice and assisted in gaining confidence. You don’t need to be self-conscious - even you can see how excited he was - but there was more than just self-confidence. You weren’t as experienced as you (assumed?) he was.

But, with Jungkook’s words flowing through your mind mixed with your managers, you didn’t have time to dwell on it. You had to engage with him, you think.

“Seonbae…Jungkook…?”

Jungkook’s alert at the sound of his name. “Yes, baby?” he says without thinking, the amount of pet names he can call you is as endless as the amount of lingerie he wants to see you in. 

You swallow and turn away from him. “Can you help me take it off?”

Jungkook groaned and far too quickly did he stand on his feet to meet you. His hands are warm against your skin as he unclasps the bra. His hand slides down your bare spine, shuddering at how soft your skin is. Your bra falls next to your feet and slowly you turn around.

“It’s just me.” Jungkook’s words repeat in your mind. 

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook hums. “Kiss me.”

You do, your hands falling onto Jungkook’s chest as your lips touch his. 

Jungkook deepens the kiss with a moan. Having you nearly naked before him excites him like no other and he has to remember that this was your first time. He couldn’t be too rough or possessive with you (yet) like he wants to.

You yelp, eyes wide when you’re suddenly thrusted on the soft mattress. 

“You’ve never done anything with a man, right?” Jungkook’s fingers fall at your panties, touching the material between his fingertips. 

You nod.

“What have you ever thought about doing with…” Jungkook doesn’t say ‘a man’ because he doesn’t want to think of you having fantasies with someone that wasn’t him. “...me?”

Jungkook begins to pull at your panties, goosebumps running through his skin. 

You lift yourself from the bed so he can remove your panties. You’ve never thought about doing anything like this with Jungkook - not until the day in the studio. Having his hands on you, feeling his breath upon your skin - you felt ashamed of the perverted thoughts.

But now you don't need to feel ashamed. Jungkook wanted you - he wasn’t just a superior to you now. Soon he’d be the man you’d have sex with - and by your promise, the only man.

“Kissing you.” you respond, clenching your legs together.

“Done that.” Jungkook mumbles. “What did I say about being shy with me, Y/N?”

You loosen your grip on your thighs, allowing Jungkook to open your legs. He’s staring right at you, eyes never blinking. Your mind is screaming at you all at once - 2 minutes of not blinking and you want to tear yourself away from his firm grip.

“Jungkook.” 

Jungkook blinks, the moisture regaining back into his eyes. 

“Sorry.” Jungkook swallows. “I want you to sit on my face.” You cough, unsure if you heard Jungkook correctly. “What?”

“I want you to sit on my face.” Jungkook states matter-of-factly. “Your pussy’s very pretty-”

“Please stop.” you look up at the ceiling with a horrified groan. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” Jungkook lowers himself between your legs.  He sends a kiss on your inner thigh. “You’re going to be my girl, Y/N. You can’t close yourself off every time I give you a little compliment.” Jungkook kisses your thigh again, inching closer to your clit.

“I know…” you murmur. “You don’t have to be so…dirty about it.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Dirty?” he shakes his head. “Dirty is telling you I want you to ride my face until you cum a good three times before I fuck you. But I’m not saying that, aren’t I?” Jungkook sends a quick peck against your clit, assuring to hold your thighs so you don’t close them on his head - but then again, he wouldn’t be opposed to that. 

You’re too stunned to speak, and Jungkook furrows a brow. “So?”

You swallow. “I…I’m supposed to be learning how to pleasure you.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “You think you can pleasure me without shying away?”

No, but you nod your head regardless. You were going to have to see Jungkook naked regardless - better now than later.

“Hmm.” Jungkook hums. His cock was begging to be released now. He goes to take off his shirt, lifting to his feet to do the same to his sweats.

 Your eyes try not to stare, but it’s difficult not to. You were beginning to realize why Jungkook was so confident - and just why he was so loved outside of his talents. 

Jungkook gets onto the bed, his back against the tall headboard. Your eyes glance at his cock then back up at him to find that he’s already looking at you. Quickly, you widen your eyes and turn away.

“Come here, pretty girl.” Jungkook laughs. 

You do so hesitantly. You’re having a hard time not looking at it - it’s erect and basically staring at you. It doesn’t help that you find it pretty - could dicks be pretty? He was cleanly groomed, veins wrapping around the length of it and the tip reminded you of a lollipop - red and suckable.

You mentally gasp at your mind at the moment.

“I’ll let you take the lead.” Jungkook says when you’re facing him, knees firmly against his bed. “I can talk you through it.”

You nod, swallowing a lump in your throat. 

“Wrap your hands around it.”

Your palms are sweaty, but you do as Jungkook insists. 

“Tighten your grip.” Jungkook widens his legs to get comfortable. “Good girl…now just stroke it up and down.”

You appear fascinated at doing this - maybe because your ears hear Jungkook’s breathing, followed by a few low groans. Or maybe because you were actually doing this with him.

Jungkook wants to be more vulgar - he wants to tell you to spit on it for lubrication, but there was more than a 50% chance that you’d cower at his words, so he opts to just watch you with hooded eyes. 

“C-Can I…?”

Jungkook nods his head, unsure truly what you meant but he was hoping it was what he thought you did. 

And it was.

You were awkward at first, bringing the tip of his cock to your lips, but the act alone has Jungkook pre-cumming, a salty substance touching your tongue. Your tongue reaches out to lick the tip, eyes glancing up to see a reaction.

Jungkook’s eyes are closed and he doesn’t appear to be in pain.

You venture further, closing your own eyes to do anything, hoping the act would come natural to you. If you thought about his cock appearing like a lollipop, then the act would be the same then - as long as you remembered not to bite it in the end, you’d be good.

You begin to suck, continuing your stroking motion. Jungkook's head falls back against the headboard, biting his lip. He can’t look at you, he thinks, because if he does, he knows he would cum and he doesn’t want to cum yet - not in your mouth, at least. Another time, yes. 

But you’re sucking him so good that he can’t help but release a few moans of your name, a hand placing itself onto your head encouragingly. He knows now that you’re good for him - the perfect girl he needs to mold into the woman he knows you can be. He can make you a star that the world will love - and the whore behind the scenes just for him.

Jungkook forces you to go deeper until you feel the tip of his cock hit your uvula. It takes everything in you to not gag. You had to be good for him, you think. Your seonbae can be as good to you as you are to him.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook grips the back of your head. “So good for me…allowing me to fuck your mouth.”

You don’t realize your legs are clenching until there's friction. You can feel a string of drool coming from the corners of your lips, but you can’t care - there’s no time to. Jungkook’s thrusting into your mouth with such force and need, completely taking over whatever control he allowed you to have.

Jungkook continues to grunt. He won’t be lasting long and he truly does not want to come. He allows himself to look at you now - how filthy you looked with his cock shoved in your mouth. How there’s tears in the corner of your eyes threatening to fall and drool dripping down your chin. But yet and still, you were so beautiful, innocent, the pure look still in your eyes.

A look Jungkook couldn’t wait to ruin.

Jungkook yanks himself away from you the second he feels himself about to cum, his high slowly going down. He pants, clenching his teeth together. 

“My good girl…” Jungkook trails off. “I’m going to make you cum.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, he pushes you against his mattress and forces your legs apart. 

“So wet.” Jungkook tsks, no longer holding back. His fingers meet your clit and he begins to rub.

Your hand automatically grips Jungkook's wrist, but he makes no movement to stop. Instead, he watches your wide eyes with his own, as if daring you to try to stop him.

The feeling is weird, but good. No one but your own fingers has touched you, and the foreign feeling was causing a bubbling effect in your stomach. Jungkook was experienced in this - he knew exactly what to do to get you squirming beneath him.

“So sweet.” Jungkook says after placing two fingers in his mouth. “Now I have to taste you.”

Jungkook doesn’t allow you a moment, instead dipping his head down to capture your clit in his mouth. He lays his tongue flat on it and licks, flickering his tongue between your folds hungrily. 

Jungkook’s quick, both hands grabbing your thighs just as they were about to close. He forces them back, your knees hitting the mattress.

The sounds that could be heard are nothing but filthy - Jungkook’s suckling and groans, your moans and whimpers. You yourself don’t want to look between your legs, afraid that you’d catch eyes with Jungkook and lose yourself even more. But that didn’t mean Jungkook wasn’t going to. He enjoys watching you - every reaction is raw. You’re new to this, so that means that he was going to be the one that made you feel amazing; make you cum.

The thought alone excites Jungkook to no end.

Your pretty moans were music to Jungkook ears and he’s satisfied you no longer hid them from him. His pretty girl, he thinks. Once so innocent and shy now laid on his bed, begging for more - and more he’d give you. To think that in the eyes of the public, he could never call you what you were (his, yet…) but he knew just like you knew. 

Jungkook pushes back from your clit to enter two fingers inside of you. You were tight and he’s certain you’d need to be stretched out before he could fuck you. ‘Relax, pretty girl.” he mumbles when you flinch. “It’ll feel good. Just be good for me.”

Jungkook’s fingers begin to pump. He’s slow at first, testing you, eyes on your reaction before he can truly fuck his fingers inside of you.

You bite your lips and quiver your legs. “I don’t think I can-”

“You can take it, Y/N.”

You wish you had the confidence in yourself that Jungkook held for you. You hold back your words in an attempt to just that - take it. But it was hard. You were feeling like Jungkook's fingers were stretching you out in a way you’ve never been - and you were beginning to second guess if you wanted his cock inside of you.

“My pretty girl, so tight for me.” Jungkook speaks more to himself than to you. His eyes zone in on his fingers pumping in and out of you, your juices coating his fingers. He groans - you’re clenching around him so perfectly that he cannot wait to feel you for himself.

“It’s starting to feel good, huh?” Jungkook snickers when he hears the faintest moan from your lips. “My good girl.”

Jungkook curls his fingers inside of you, pumping even deeper. Jungkook leans down to capture your lips with him on, his pumping never stopping. His tongue coats your bottom lip, forcing it open so he can dominate your own.

“Jungk-kook-”

Jungkook’s tongue licks the side of your cheek, wet and warm. It drags to your jaw to your neck and dips down between your breasts. Still pumping inside of you - understanding that you’ll be cumming soon, he captures a nipple. 

Jungkook loves the sweet noises you’re making - who knew something so shy could be so filthy when the time came. No one but him would know. His tongue flicks your nipples teasingly, the hardened bud enjoying being toyed with. 

“Please stop, Jungkook. I can’t-”

Jungkook bites (only gently) your nipple to silence you. His thumb rubs your clit encouragingly. “It’s okay, baby. You’re about to cum. Just let loose.”

This wasn’t cumming - you’ve never experienced this before. You’ve touched yourself many times and this wasn’t what it felt like. Your toes are curling and slowly your back arches. You couldn’t take it anymore - not with Jungkook’s suckling on your breast, as well.

Jungkook has to see it for himself. He lets your nipple pop from his lips and his eyes zone in on your clenching pussy, sopping wet for him. He allows a few more pumps before he removes his fingers, juices leaking out of you at a rapid pace. Your thighs are quivering, but you can feel relief wash over you now that it’s done. 

“I told you to stop.” you whimper, the familiar hot sensation running through you. “I wouldn’t have done that-”

“You never told me to stop.” Jungkook interrupts. He wraps a hand around his erect cock, wishing he could fuck into you right now. “Besides, you loved it.” he slaps it against your clit, gently rubbing it between your folds.

You swallow. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“But you can.” Jungkook continues to rub against your clit. “I don’t ask for a lot, do I?”

You clench around nothing, but you fear yourself becoming overstimulated. “No.” you respond meekly. 

“Exactly.” Jungkook pants. “Such a wet pussy my good girl has.” he says vulgarly. “Don’t you think it’s selfish of you to deny me pleasure after all I’ve done for you?”

Jungkook slaps his cock against your clit, continuing. “I’ve helped you with everything. You have shows lined up because of me, Y/N. They’re not interested in your group. They’re interested in you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I could be an asshole and sue and say I deserve writing credits to the song. I was in the studio, wasn’t I?” Jungkook circles his tip at your wet entrance. “But I haven’t. I’ve done everything I could to assure you’ve achieved greatness and it’s as if giving me the one thing I ask for is too much.”

“Seonbaenim…” your voice trails off, heart beating rapidly at his words. 

“You don’t respect me as your superior, Y/N.” Jungkook sighs. “If I didn’t care for you, I would’ve taken you a long time ago. I wouldn't have given you any form of pleasure because I would only be thinking of my own.”

You’re taken aback by his words, but Jungkook doesn’t stop.

“No other man in this industry is going to love or respect you the way that I do. They’ll use you until you have nothing left to give. Then, you’ll just be damaged goods.” 

You’re so beautiful, Jungkook thinks, even when his cruel words show on your face. But he was an honest man, after all. Who’d want you once you weren’t a young, naive virgin willing to please? No one but him - which is why he needed to be the one to have you all to himself. 

It was only right, Jungkook thinks. 

“You don’t want that, right, pretty girl?” Jungkook offers a kind smile, his words not matching it. “You already promised you’ll be mine and mine alone. Right?”

Slowly, you nod your head.

“Say it, Y/N. Say you’ll only be mine.”

Jungkook needed a confirmation - more for himself. He didn’t want you to come back and regret anything because you gave him full consent.

“I’ll only be yours.”

Jungkook hums with satisfaction. “That’s right, baby. Only mine. Turn around.” Jungkook instructs, helping you do so. He arches your back, hand against your back so your chest is against the mattress. 

“Seonbae?” you quip feeling Jungkook’s cock against your hole, reading to pounce any given moment. “I-I don’t have any protection.”

Jungkook furrows a brow. “Okay?”

“Do you?” you swallow, throat feeling dry.

“For you, no.” Jungkook laughs, a genuine laugh as if he couldn’t believe your words. “We’ve already gone through this, Y/N. You’re my girl.”

“But-”

“Why do I need to use protection if you’re my girl? What is the protection for?” Jungkook was growing impatient.

You bite your lip. You and he were a part of the same industry - both idols with jobs you had to do. “I can’t get pregnant, seonbae.” you whisper, embarrassed that it’s something you had to say. 

Jungkook scoffs. “Getting pregnant by me is an honor, Y/N.” he says, his tone a bit snappy. You didn’t mean to offend him. “Maybe if I get you pregnant then you’ll know just who you belong to.” he says the last part more harshly, hand gripping your waist with such force. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I know what to do. You won’t get pregnant.” Yet - he promised you stardom and he never went back on his promises. 

Your fingers clench the bed sheets when you feel Jungkook enter you. The feeling is far more intense - more than his fingers. It’s not as if Jungkook made it any easier. He had no intentions of going easy on you now - not after you’ve attempted to deny him access to you. A condom was a slap in the face - after all the work he’s put in to assure he fulfilled his promise to you.

“Jung…kook…” your eyes are clenched shut, body jerking away from him.

“Stop running away.” Jungkook snarls, jerking you back against him. You’re so tight, clenching around him heavenly. “You’ll feel good soon, pretty girl. I promise.”

Soon came, but not fast enough. You were being stretched out so savagely that you contemplated if it would be like this everytime you and he had sex. You’re positive that your hips would have bruises on them with how tight Jungkook grips them, keeping you in place.

Jungkook pants, his eyes watching the way your ass bounces against him in astonishment. For a virgin, you had a slutty body that only he’d be able to have.

“It feels good now, doesn’t it?” Jungkook snickers. “I can feel you clenching around me even tighter. I told you it would.”

Jungkook’s slamming into your sweet spot, pressing against it with each passing thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you the entire night until he couldn’t anymore. He wants you in every position possible, not caring if you had to be up the following morning early - because right now, you were his and his alone. 

Jungkook hovers above you, both of his hands atop yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours, his lips against your ears. “My pretty good girl. Aren’t you happy I chose you?” his teeth nibble your ear playfully. “Out of all the women I can have. I chose you. Tell me you’re happy.”

“I’m…I’m happy.” you moan, eyes fluttering with how deep he is in this position. 

You were happy.

You’ve accepted that this was your fate now - you were going to please Jungkook and in return, you’d have what you wanted. A career and someone you respected by your side as much as he was willing to be. 

“So good for me.” Jungkook murmurs. “Kiss me.”

You strain your neck, but you do as Jungkook says. Your moans die down against his lips, but he has all night to hear your moans.

And Jungkook does. He fucks into you each and every time, not caring about the exhausted look in your face. He flips you onto your back, your knees against your shoulders and cums deep inside of you. He allows you on top, but only he has control, your cunt filled to the brim with even more cum, but he isn’t finished until you’re begging him for a break - but how could he want to stop? He’s waited so long for you that he has a few more rounds in before he’s satisfied.

“Pretty girl.” Jungkook simpers at your condition - nearly unconscious and full of his cum. “Here.”

Jungkook wasn’t an asshole. As much as he enjoys cumming inside of you, he had a promise to fulfill before he can allow you to carry his child. “Can’t have you getting pregnant at the height of your career, can’t we?”

Jungkook hands you a water bottle and a small pill. Your words are inaudible, but he has a clue of what the question is. 

“Contraceptive.” Jungkook assists in having you take it. “I’ll get you some birth control pills tomorrow.”

You swallow the pill and nod, falling against the mattress. You were far too exhausted to speak, only wanting to sleep.

Jungkook brings you closer to him, your head against his chest while his hands rub along your back softly. Gently, he presses a kiss to your head. “Aren’t you happy you have me as happy as I am to have you, Y/N? he murmurs, knowing that you’ve already fallen to slumber. “No other man is going to treat you as good as I am.”

Jungkook closes his eyes, satisfied with the good deed he has done not only for him, but for you, as well.

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I THOUGHT YOU KNEW

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: “i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Theodore Nott had dead eyes. That was something you had learned early on in your friendship with the boy; never expect his eyes to tell you anything. But, right now, you couldn’t help but wonder if your own advice was wrong because the look he was giving you in the moment was the farthest thing to dead. Alive.

Theodore’s eyes were ablazed, like you had lit a match in his face just as he had done with his cigarettes the night before. They looked on fire as he glared off at you, standing and chatting with some Ravenclaw boy who had decided to make the stupid of going to a slytherin party and talking to Theo’s girl.

It was a common fact that you and Theo had something, everyone knew. Well, maybe except for you.

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t expected for Theodore to waltz up to you and your new friend and throw an arm over your shoulder, and stand and listen to you too talk, not saying a word.

“Think we should get out of here?” Was the first thing he said to you, well, whispered into your ear, pulling you closer.

“I’m okay here, Teddy,” you said. Theo visible softened, melting into you at the nickname only you were allowed to call him. “You can go, though. I’ll be alright, promise.”

Theo smiled at you as you patted his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder, watching as your attention drifted back to whoever this guy was. He sighed.

“I know,” Theo started before your Ravenclaw friend interrupted.

“Yeah, mate, we’ll be okay,” he said. Theo hardened, dead eyes becoming colder as he took his arm off your shoulder, stepping forward and shoving the guy.

“Was I fucking talking to you, mate?” he spit.

“Woah!” you cut, pulling Theo back with your hand to his chest, “What the hell, Theo?”

“Yeah,” the Raveclaw pants. “What the hell, Nott? Calm down!”

Theodore sneers, glaring harshly ate the boy before hissing, “Fuck off,” and pushing past him and bumping his shoulder aggressively as he makes his way out of the common room.

Staring of at his fuming figure you quickly apologize to the boy before chasing off after Theo. When you find him, he’s angrily pacing through the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

“Theo,” you state angrily. Theo’s head whips to where you stand before shaking his head and choosing to walk away from you and down the hall.

“Theo!” you yell, walking quickly behind him. “What the fuck was that about? Can you wait for a second and talk to me?”

Theo stops, allowing you to catch up to him. You can practically see the steam coming out when he turns to you. “What am I supposed to do?” he asks bitterly. “Just let him flirt with you?”

“What?” you ask, just as bitter. “What are you talking about? Why’d you have to fucking shove, Dylan?”

Dylan. Theodore scoffs, getting madder by the second. He takes a step closer, towering over you. “So I’m just supposed to stand there when some prick is running up on my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend? What the hell was he on about. “Girlfriend?” you question, softer.

“Yes! You’re my girlfriend!” Theodore shouted. He just wasn’t getting it, was he?

“What?” you spluttered. “Since when?”

“What,” Theo got quieter.

“i didn’t know…” you said. “when did we start dating?…o-officially?”

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, incredulous. “I… I thought… I thought you knew?”

“You thought I knew we were dating?” You were getting louder, voice echoing off the walked.

“Yes!” Theo yelled, eyes getting sadder.

“How would I know that, Nott, you never told me!”

Theodore shakes his head, again getting gentle. “Don’t start calling me ‘Nott’ now, angel, you don’t do that.”

“Theo,” you reiterated, taking a breath. “When did we— when did we start ‘dating’.”

Theo looks like a kicked puppy when he says, “Last trip to Hogsmeade. We kissed.”

Looking at the ground, you say, “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“To me, it did!”

“You kiss plenty of girls that you’re not dating!” you argue.

Theo scoffs, “They’re not you, now are they?”

“Teddy,” you say, tears quickly forming in your eyes. Looking up at him, he purses his lips, heart breaking in his chest. “Why couldn’t you have just asked me to be your girlfriend?”

“Love, I… I thought you knew, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you swallow, hugging yourself with your own arms, still holding in your tears. “Well, I didn’t.”

It’s silent between you both for a moment, nothing but you staring at the floor and Theo staring at you. Theo takes a small step forward, his hands touching where you hold yourself. “Would you?” he says, “Be my girlfriend, if I asked?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, looking up at him, “if you’d ask, you dick.”

Theo chuckles, dipping his head low and putting his lips against yours. His lips are so soft, despite how he tastes like liquor and cigarettes. He breaks apart from you, hand coming to caress your cheek. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I would.”

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⌜ 𝐄𝐗-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐎 ───── Vocês não têm mais nada, então isso significa que ele não deveria dormir na sua cama essa noite, né?

(𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀)Ꮺ aquele hc me deixou pensativa, não resisti, desculpa.

𓏲╰ ᰔᩚ ·# [𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒] ↷ Jae!pai de menina, sexo sem proteção (!), muita dirty talk, elogios e degradação, daddy kink :)), finger sucking, dumbification, choking, jae!dom, um tapa no contexto sexual e um tapa fora, breeding.

— Tá bom — você suspira, com a mão na maçaneta, somente uma gretinha da porta restando, conforme guiou o homem para fora da casa —, boa noite.

Mas antes que conseguisse fechar a porta totalmente, despreocupada se vai ouvir algum cumprimento de volta, Jaehyun gira sobre os calcanhares, para te encarar mais uma vez. Sabe, eu ‘tava pensando...

— Não.

— ...sobre a festa de aniversário da nossa filha, na semana que vem. — Ele ri, soprando ar, mas não deixa de completar o raciocínio, mesmo diante da sua resistência automática. Esconde as mãos nos bolsos. — O que achou que eu fosse dizer?

Os seus olhos correm de um canto pra outro, evitando encará-lo enquanto, também, evita uma resposta verbal, senão uma irritaçãozinha. Ele, claro, porque não vale nada, aproveita-se da sua ausência de palavras pra responder por ti.

— O quê? Que eu ia pedir pra ficar? — a voz soa mais baixa, até mais rouca. O sorriso não abandona a face, canalha. — Que eu...

— E sobre o aniversário dela? — você corta. — O que ‘tava dizendo mesmo?

Jaehyun umedece os lábios, calando-se, feito se desse por vencido. “Nada demais”, conta, “só que eu vou chegar uma meio hora atrasado, mas não mais que isso. Por causa do trabalho.”

Hm, você murmura, de nariz em pé. O olhar passa pelo corpo na sua frente. Dos cabelos repartidos ao meio porque foram jogados pra trás de qualquer forma, o terno acinzentado, até os sapatos sociais.

Normalmente, a filha de vocês não fica com o pai nos dias de semana, porém hoje acabou sendo uma exceção quando precisou ligar para ele e pedir que a levasse na escola e buscasse no fim da tarde, pois estaria ocupada. Jaehyun não se opôs, estava na hora certinha do lado de fora da sua casa para pegá-la, e a trouxe de volta assim que você avisou que já estava em casa. Mas teve que deixá-lo subir, no entanto, coisa que você não costuma permitir. A pequena não queria largar do colo dele e só iria dormir se fosse o pai quem a colocasse na cama.

— Sabe — o tom de voz masculino soa baixo novamente. O Jung dá mais um passo à frente —, quando ela acordar, vai chamar pelo pai dela.

Você aperta o olhar.

— Aí, eu vou dizer pra ela que o pai dela está na casa dele — responde, simplista —, e que ela pode ver ele depois.

Jaehyun repuxa o sorriso, ladino.

— Ela vai chorar...

— Não vai, não.

— Vai, ela ‘tá chorando o dia inteiro. Ela ralou o joelho na escolinha hoje. — Mais um passo à frente, mais pertinho.

— Acontece.

— Qual foi? — Encosta o braço no batente da porta. — Não seja tão má, vai.

Você pende a cabeça, apoiando na porta. “O que você quer que eu faça, então?”, retruca, “Que te deixe dormir aqui?”

O sorriso no rosto dele aumenta, crescendo em câmera lenta, pilantra, mas sem mostrar os dentes. Por mais que mantenha a mesma pose, não pode negar, porém, que sente o corpo até arrepiar ao ser encarada de tal forma. Os olhos do homem brilhando, focando somente em ti. Tem vontade de socar a cara dele, de xingá-lo dos nomes mais vadios possíveis, e nem é a primeira vez que uma tensão assim se estabelece entre vocês.

Vai fazer quatro anos que estão separados. Você ficou com a casa, com o carro, com toda a parte do acordo que propôs no judicial. O Jung concordou com tudo, uma passividade que fez até a sua advogada destacar o quão obviamente ele ainda está apaixonado por você. Mas se manteve firme, não? Não pediu os papéis do divórcio por motivos fúteis — se a sua sogra não fosse tão filha da puta, talvez vocês ainda estivessem juntos.

Não tem muito o que reclamar de Jaehyun como um ex-marido, entretanto. Ele é mais que o pai dos finais de semana, sabe disso. A sua filha não sente a ausência dele, porque ele não se deixa ser ausente. Não precisa lembrá-lo de que se separou somente dele, não precisa lembrá-lo de que ainda é pai. E por mais que, às vezes, uma certa tensão como essa se estabeleça, na maioria das vezes, ele te deixa em paz.

Quer dizer...

— Sabe o que a sua filha falou pra mim ontem? — você cruza os braços. 

Ele ri, largo, o quê?

— Ela disse, ‘mamãe, seu namolado é muito feio’ — imita, com um tom de voz mais fino. — ‘O papai é mais bonito.’

Jaehyun continua rindo. Uma das mãos escapando dos bolsos da calça social para correr pelo rosto. Você, no entanto, não esboça nada senão a cara séria.

— Achou engraçado, é? — confronta, irritada. — Olha, Jaehyun, eu não quero você fazendo a cabeça da nossa filha.

Ele fica boquiaberto, ainda entre os sorrisos, a mão articula no ar, mas eu não fiz nada, se defendendo.

— Não é culpa minha se ela pensa assim — reforça. — E ela não tá nem errada, ‘cê sabe.

“Tsc, seu...”, até quer xingá-lo, esticando a mão para dar um soquinho no peito dele, mas engole o termo chulo, tal qual a mão é retida pelo homem, ainda no ar, antes de atacá-lo. A proximidade repentina te traz ainda mais pra perto. Tem que erguer o olhar para encará-lo e não se deixar abater.

— Esse namoradinho seu... — o termo no diminutivo soa debochado demais — ...ele sabe que isso não vai pra frente?

— Quem disse?

— Seus últimos relacionamentos fracassados, tentando me esquecer.

— Igual as putas que você fode, querendo me esquecer também?

— Que putas? — Sorri mais uma vez. A fala mais canalha vindo somente agora. — A última puta que eu fodi foi você.

O tapa estalado que você desfere na bochecha dele arde a pele alheia, é rápido, o pega desprevenido. Jaehyun pende a cabeça pro canto de leve, a língua empurra por dentro da boca, sob o local atingido. Até usa a palma da mão quente para circular o local. Mas é incrível como não perde a postura malandra.

— O quê? — Acaricia o próprio queixo, antes de esconder a mão no bolso de novo. — Não gosta mais de ser fodida como uma puta? Ele não te fode assim?

Você respira fundo. Poderia fechar a porta na cara dele, porém não faz.

— Ele, pelo menos... — o Jung continua — ...te fode bem?

O seu silêncio é o pior tipo de resposta possível nesse momento.

Jaehyun não segura o sorriso bobo, mordendo o lábio pra disfarçar regozijo. Ah, princesa...

— Não me chama assim — você, finalmente, se pronuncia.

— Por quê? — Ele deita a cabeça no batente da porta. — ‘Cê gostava tanto de ser a minha princesa... Não é? — Toca o seu queixo, arrastando o polegar de um lado ao outro. Ergue-se para ficar frente a frente contigo mais uma vez. — O que mais ‘cê gostava, hm? Muitas coisas, né? Era a minha princesa, mas uma princesinha tão suja, porra... Eu fazia o que fazia só pra agradar você, só pra te foder do jeitinho que gostava, lembra? — O toque do polegar sobe mais uns centímetros, escorregando, agora, por cima do seu lábio inferior. — ‘Cê lembra... É difícil esquecer, não? É difícil esquecer o papai.

— Jae...

— Shhh — a voz chia, suave. O foco dos olhos brilhantes estão na sua boca, bem onde o maldito polegar escorrega cada vez mais pra dentro, até afundar-se na sua saliva. — Comigo ‘cê não precisava pensar muito, né? Fazia o que você queria, como queria, na hora que queria. Pra que se importar, se o papai pode cuidar de tudo? Perfeito pra uma putinha boba que nem você, que só queria ser comida até o cérebro derreter, igual a porra escorrendo da buceta.

Você murmura, manhosa. Só não verbaliza nenhuma palavra porque está focada demais nas lembranças sórdidas que ele revive, e, claro, com os dois dedos que substituem o polegar dentro da sua boca.

E os dedos da outra mão do Jung se afogam entre os seus cabelos, a palma quente escorando contra a sua nuca. A sensação é tão gostosa, firme, que seu corpinho derrete, docinha. As pernas bambas só não te levam ao chão, porque o homem adentra porta a dentro contigo, fecha com os pés e te escora na parede mais próxima.

— Tô mentindo, hm? — prossegue conversando, a voz ecoando um charme caloroso pelos seus ouvidos. Você faz que não, a língua lambuzando a pele entre a saliva. Jaehyun sorri. — Não, né? O papai não mente. O papai te conhece muito, muito bem, princesa.

“Tanto que eu sei que esse cara com quem você tá saindo nem deve ter tocado em ti”, arrisca, certeiro. “Acertei, né? Ah, eu sei... Eu sei que você não daria pra ele. E por quê? Por que não tem vontade de foder com ele, hein? Por que ele não sou eu?”, o indicador escapa da sua língua, molhando pelo seu lábio superior, ao contorná-lo.

“É, é isso. É por isso. Não tem graça foder com outro senão eu, não é? Não quer contar pra mais ninguém o quão piranha você é, o quanto gosta de foder forte, de que te tratem mal”, os dedos encharcados escorrem pelo seu queixo, lambuzam de saliva pescoço abaixo, até a palma da mão se fechar na sua garganta. Porra, ele xinga, rouco. Roça o nariz ela sua bochecha, aspira o perfume do seu corpo, reconhecendo a fragrância importada que te deu de presente de casamento. “‘cê gostava até quando doía, ordinária. Me pedindo pra meter até ‘cê chorar, até as perninhas tremerem. Não importava a posição que eu te botasse, gemendo e pedindo mais, mais, igual uma cadelinha burra por pica.”

Encosta a ponta do nariz na sua, ambos de olhos fechados. O calor que as palavras te geram é tamanho que faz a sala de estar tão ampla e fresca ter a sensação térmica absurda de quente, feito a necessidade entre as suas pernas, interior de coxas se esfregando uma na outra.

E enquanto uma mão permanece adornando o seu pescoço igual um colar caro, a outra acaricia o canto do seu rosto, afetuoso.

— Vou te perguntar uma vez — ele sussurra —, e quero que você fale comigo, okay?

Você faz que sim, obediente.

Jaehyun capta o seu labio inferior com os dentes, erótico. Te faz arfar, as próprias mãos suando contra a superfície fria da parede.

— Diz pra mim, diz — ele começa — Quer que eu te foda agora?

Você resmunga, indignada. A boa consciência diz que não, te implora pra não se render, mas como se um diabinho murmurrasse no seu ombro, o corpo grita por senti-lo, por ser dele pelo menos por essa noite.

Por isso, a palavra que ecoa da sua boca é um não, só que mergulhado num tom tão docinho que só faz indicar o completo oposto do termo.

— Não? — Jaehyun imita, sarcástico.

— Não posso.

— Não pode? — e faz de novo. — Não pode, é? Não pode, papai... — Sorri, de canto, a covinha afundando no canto da boca. Leva a mão do seu pescoço para pegar a sua mandíbula, bruto. — Sobe pro nosso quarto, anda — orienta —, quero te encontrar sentadinha na nossa cama, e sem esse vestido.

É só ele te soltar pra você fazer seu caminho pelas escadas na frente dele. Jaehyun não tem pressa pra te acompanhar, sabe que será atendido, exatamente como pediu. Enquanto sobe os degraus, está retirando o blazer, em passos calmos pelo corredor oposto à porta do quarto da filha.

A porta da suíte está aberta, um sorrisinho não deixa de ressurgir na face masculina quando te vê nua, sentada sobre as panturrilhas, na cama de casal. Joga o casaco na poltrona mais próxima, trancando a porta em seguida.

Vem devagar, ignorando a ânsia estampada na sua face. O desejo exorbitante. Afrouxa a gravata, puxa o nó, deixando a peça cair no chão mesmo. Desfaz os botões da camisa nos pulsos, subindo um pouco as mangas pelo antebraço.

Quando está parado na sua frente, na beirada da cama, o olhar vai do seu rostinho mal iluminado por somente parte das luzes acesas até o teto espelhado. Mais uma vez que vai se ver virar uma putinha na minha mão, hm?

Segura nos cantos do seu rosto, os lábios tomam os seus com a mesma necessidade que você transborda ao ser facilmente deitada no colchão. As suas pernas se fecham ao redor da cintura dele, o quadril move-se loucamente para roçar o sexo já ensopadinho de tesão na braguilha dura da calça social. Não quer admitir pra si mesma, mas sentiu tanta falta disso — dele.

Jaehyun se aparta com um selinho no queixo, embora os seus resmungos queiram o manter por perto.

— Tenho que tirar isso — ele justifica, começando a puxar os botões da camisa.

Eu te ajudo, você murmura, os dedinhos correm para desafivelar o cinto, jogá-lo em um canto qualquer do quarto. Apalpa por cima da ereção, sentindo a umidade do tecido, culpa do seu roçar frenético em busca de algum prazer. Desculpa, sussurra, mordendo o lábio entre o sorriso, ao olhá-lo.

Jaehyun apenas ri, a cabeça tomba pra trás, retirando a camisa do corpo. O seu nariz se esfrega próximo às costelas dele, a boca também toca a pele quente, agora desnuda da cintura pra cima, ao passo que se encarrega de despi-lo abaixo. A língua lambe até quase no peitoral, sensual.

Quando a ereção ganha a atenção dos seus olhos, o Jung não te deixa nem tocá-la, pega na sua nuca, firme ao te domar.

— Quer na sua boquinha, ahm? — pergunta, bem baixinho. Você não consegue tirar os olhos. A ponta babadinha, um fiozinho fino se esticando até desaparecer conforme uma gotinha pinga na colcha. Saliva, faminta. — Quer meu pau fodendo a sua boca, é? Ou metendo na sua buceta? Olha pra mim! — Estala um tapa na sua bochecha, finalmente fisga o seu olhar. — Tão boba de tesão que leva pica em qualquer buraquinho, não é, princesa? Pô... — Sorri, delirante. — Quero meter tanto em você, sua cachorra.

Te deita na cama de novo, dessa vez arrastando os joelhos no colchão ao se colocar por cima. Empurra as suas coxas contra o seu torso, te abrindo inteirinha pra ele, mas logo os joelhos estão se ancorando nos ombros do Jung, numa posição que você sabe, vai fazê-lo ir tão fundo que os olhinhos já se reviram de satisfação.

Jaehyun esfrega o falo pesado pra cá e pra lá, por cima da buceta molhadinha. A bagunça úmida fica ainda maior quando surra com a cabecinha gorda bem no seu pontinho sensível, te fazendo choramingar, agarrada aos lençois da cama.

É sacana quando te olha, assistindo à sua reação de desespero. Morde o seu joelho, apontando lá embaixo finalmente, é tudo seu, meu amor, sussurrando antes de empurrar-se pra dentro.

Escutar o som prazeroso que ecoa da garganta dele te faz piscar, espremendo ainda mais tudo o que te adentra com gosto. Chama o nome dele, Jae, toda manhosinha, os braços esticados para abraçá-lo enquanto é dominada por completo.   Talvez ele estivesse certo mais cedo, você realmente se pergunta se outro cara vai te fazer sentir tão cheia, tão sedenta, tão... Argh, e quando ele começa a meter em você, tão deliciosamente fundo que se toca na região do ventre, sente doer, músculos rígidos, retesados.

Não consegue se mover, senão torcer os dedinhos dos pés de tanto prazer. Os olhos se fecham, pálpebras sendo apertadas, deixando-se ser tomada pela queimação extasiante na boca do estômago. Aí, a mente viaja de tal forma, louquinha de desejo, que não consegue emitir outro som a não ser os gemidinhos, ah, ah, ah, que eram pra ser contínuos mas são quebrados por cada choque das bolas na sua bunda.

Jaehyun ergue minimamente o torso, apenas para tapar a sua boca com a palma da mão.

— Cala a porra da boca — soa rígido, cuspindo as palavras quase num rosnado de frenesi. — Eu sei que a sua função de putinha tonta é ficar gemendo igual uma cadela quando ganha pau na buceta, mas ‘cê não quer acordar ninguém, quer?

Os seus olhinhos se arregalam de leve, faz que não, acenando.

— Isso, muito bem. — Roça a ponta do nariz pelas suas têmporas, a voz rouca ainda pertinho pra continuar conversando com você. — Não quer parar agora, não é? Hm? Não... Quer mais, quer foder mais. Quer meter até ganhar porra quentinha aí, né? Ah, princesa, dá última vez que eu enchi essa buceta de porra, também te dei um bebê. Quer mais um, ahm? — Joga os quadris com mais velocidade, impiedoso. O rosto coladinho no seu. — Quer, hm? Quer? Quer que eu lote de porra até essa bucetinha cuspir tudo pra fora, e eu socar de novo? Eu faço pra você, eu faço...

Você o deixa fazer, o que não é uma surpresa. Nem mesmo se passa pela sua mente algum consequência quando só visualiza o sorriso canalha do homem que te faz gozar duas vezes seguidas, sem pausas, sobre a cama em que ele costumava fazer a mesma coisa. Ao fim, você está tão exausta que desmonta, apaga o cérebro, nua, completamente dolorida e encharcada entre as pernas.

Quando acorda, é no mesmo horário que seu despertador costuma tocar bem cedinho, para que possa arrumar a filha pra escola. Levanta apressada, não se lembra de ter se coberto com a colcha e nem de deitar a cabeça no travesseiro, mas ignora o vestido jogado no chão e vai para o banheiro se arrumar de uma maneira apresentável para aparecer no quarto da filha.

Mas antes mesmo de abrir a porta e dizer bom dia, flor do dia, a pequena já está desperta, sentadinha na beirada da cama enquanto o pai termina de ajeitar o penteado cheio de elásticos coloridos e presilhas de cabelo.

— Bom dia, mamãe! — ela cantarola, no mesmo tom que você tem o costume de fazer para ela. — O papai dormiu aqui comigo, o papai tá aqui em casa. Olha o papai, mãe, olha! Olha!

Você não sabe o que dizer, atônita, parada no corredor, com a porta do quartinho todo colorido aberta para aquela cena. Leva o olhar para o Jung, o terno de ontem a noite intacto cobrindo o corpo, faltando apenas dar o nó da gravata e vestir o blazer. Os cabelos ainda úmidos de um banho no qual ele com certeza usou as suas coisas no banheiro da suíte.

— E, agora... — ele começa, ao finalizar o cabelo da filha. A pega no colo, de modo que possa ficar deitada por cima dos antebraços, imitando um aviãozinho no ar até a porta. — ...vamo’ tomar café, mocinha! — Arrasta a pronúncia da última palavra, teatral, enquanto os sons alegres da risada infantil preenche a casa. — Depois, o papai vai te levar pra escola, vamo’.

— Eba! — ela grita, eufórica.

Você segura no braço dele, Jae, chamando baixinho antes de deixá-lo zarpar pelo corredor até a cozinha.

— Relaxa — é o que te responde, exibindo um sorrisinho de canto. — A gente conversa mais tarde, pode ir dormir. Eu cuido das coisas aqui... Porque o papai tá em casa! — Volta a brincar com a pequena, balançando-a no ar.

— O papai tá em casaaa! — a sua filha imita de volta, até te fazendo esboçar um sorriso tímido diante de tanto entusiasmo.

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Get Her Back!

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Trigger Warnings: messy breakups, toxic relationship talks, jealousy, language,

Request:

Hi can you write a fic about fem!reader being Regina's ex? Like they met and started dating during summer. Reader is from another town/state and Regina spent the summer there over some relatives house and they had a nasty break up but then a few months later reader's family moved to her town and she started at Northshore 😂 she sees Regina acting like a queen b before Regina saw her and she befriends Janis and Ian <3 anyways don't spare us all the drama hehe

Mean Girls requests are open.

(Y/n) sat beside Janis as the crowd parted and four girls made their way through the halls. With raised brows, she looked their way, despite Damian's pleas not to. There was Cady, the girl she had met alongside Janis and Damian in French class, a girl with wavy black hair without a thought behind her eyes, a honey-blonde haired girl who looked around at everyone, and Regina George, her summer fling from Newport, Rhode Island. (Y/n) was surprised to see Regina, and she wasn't expecting her to be so popular. Her icy glare surveyed the room as they landed on (Y/n)'s, widening when they made eye contact. Fortunately, (Y/n) had the sense to sever the contact and sit down.

"What was that?" Damian questioned, looking between her and Regina, who let her eyes latch onto (Y/n) for a few moments longer before she made her way to their usual table. Janis was looking just as expectant at (Y/n), but the girl shrugged innocently. She was new to school, she didn't want to be involved in all of the drama high school had to offer within her first week. "Girl, you better answer. I've never seen the Queen Bee break her icy stare for just anyone."

With a sigh, (Y/n) glanced up at him, then looked to Janis for help. But she was curious to understand their connection, too. "Let's just say that Regina and I met when I was staying at my grandparents and she was staying with her grandparents in Newport, Rhode Island over the summer. She left me at a party I didn't want to attend because a guy flirted with me, then ignored me when I apologized. Even though I was apologizing for something I didn't do. The official breakup was through a text." (Y/n) explained casually as she ate some of her pizza. She ignored the wide stares from Damian and Janis, knowing they had a million questions.

Leaning back, Janis tapped her knuckles dramatically on the table. "Okay, okay, so how did you end up in the same school as her?" She looked like she was going to burst if (Y/n) didn't answer her questions. She was getting so red in the face, that Damian had to remind her to breathe, but his actions were not effective. Janis was just too curious about how their relationship went down.

(Y/n) glanced at her nails before looking over to Janis with risen brows. "Unfortunate circumstances. Our fathers are doing business together." She stated simply. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at her pizza, losing her appetite. "Regina wasn't all bad. She was just jealous. Like, when I think about her, I'm in between keying her car and making her lunch. Sometimes, I think about her, and I'm still enamored by her, but then I'm like 'No fuck her, she left me at a party for a guy flirting with me.'" (Y/n) hummed as she pushed her tray away slightly.

Now, Janis was going to explode. She already was ruining Regina's life with Cady, but what if she also messed around with her love life a bit, too? After all, that is exactly what Regina did when she had a crush on her in middle school. "It's kind of like… You want to make her feel jealous and sad over her loss." She associated as Damian eyed her. He always seemed to know when she was plotting. She made this face where her smile looked a little more sly than usual and her eyes narrowed.

(Y/n) blinked at Janis's statement as she nodded in understanding. A small, bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Yeah, 'cause I miss the way she kissed me and the way she used to make me laugh even though she didn't deserve me." She agreed before standing up to discard her food and trash. She didn't mean to be wasteful. but she wasn't feeling her meal anymore. She was too busy thinking about her ex who gave her a whirlwind of a summer and then provided a whiplash type of breakup. Thinking about Regina brought back the whirlwind feeling and the whiplash after-effect every time. It made her bitter. Janis could relate to that bitter feeling. She never got over what Regina did to her. From the kiss to 'Sissy Liz,' Regina's actions were inexcusable. "All in all… I want sweet revenge but I want her again, too." (Y/n) admitted shamelessly.

Janis smirked, leaning forward, and taking (Y/n)'s hands. She knew that Regina tensed at this because she saw it from her periphery. "We can make that happen for you. Do you see those girls beside Regina? The girl with big amber eyes is Gretchen, and the girl with wavy black hair is Karen… There's a party next week on Halloween… If you flirt with them, that will set Regina off." Janis stated, biting her lip excitedly. "Hopefully, this will set Regina George straight for you," Janis confirmed, winking at (Y/n). (Y/n) considered this for a moment. Finally nodding, Janis almost squealed before the three got up and headed to their next class.

On the night of Halloween, Janis and Damian helped (Y/n) get ready. And Janis had to try not to stare at herself. She understood why Regina was so into (Y/n). She kind of was, too. (Y/n) turned around in her very revealing devil costume, smiling over at Damian and Janis. "So, what do you think?" She questioned, wiggling her eyebrows over at them to get their opinions. Damian smirked over at her as he nodded in approval, but Janis was too stunned to speak. "I'll take your faces as a sign of approval." She said happily as she kissed the little cape over her shoulders. "I'll come right over once the party is over." (Y/n) promised, heading out the door, but not before blowing them kisses.

Regina was blown away when (Y/n) walked into the party, and she was taken aback when she saw Cady's outfit. Everyone screamed when Cady popped out behind the girl in red, but she couldn't say she was phased. She was used to Cady doing things that were out there. Still, she didn't stop herself from texting Gretchen and asking who invited Cady. Regina rolled her eyes when she saw that Gretchen pointed out Cady's crush on Aaron. This was obvious to her, but still, maybe she could kill two birds with one stone. She could make (Y/n) jealous and Cady miserable. Even though a bigger part of her wondered if making (Y/n) jealous was worth it. Until she turned to see a flustered Gretchen and a confident (Y/n).

Regina realized that (Y/n) was flirting with Gretchen. Her plans on getting Aaron back and making Cady miserable were put on hold, her eye twitching as (Y/N) soon moved over to flirt with Karen, too. Was this a game to her? Before she could react, she bumped into Aaron, who almost spilled his drink all over her. That was when she realized that making (Y/n) jealous was more important than making Cady jealous. "I was just looking for you," Regina smirked as she took Aaron to the side, acutely aware of (Y/n) and Cady staring with wide eyes.

(Y/n) felt annoyed as she watched Regina and Aaron flirt, but her heart sank when Regina kissed him. Her eyes landed on Cady, who looked heartbroken in the distance. Making her way over, she led Cady out of the house and towards Janis's. "Okay, that's it." (Y/n) spoke as she barged in. "We need to go farther. She has now officially gone after Cady, too." (Y/n) said, gesturing to the mess that was Cady right beside her, her thick make-up running down her cheeks as tears helped create pathways for them.

Janis cursed as she pulled Cady into her arms. "I completely agree. Let's run this bitch into the ground. She's always been like this. She takes everything too far." Janis gritted her teeth in frustration. She looked very angry, but (Y/n) was beginning to wonder if it was for Cady or because Regina had wronged her, too.

"So, then what did Regina do to you?" Janis looked up, horrified by the question. Damian's neck also snapped up, but his eyes were trained on Janis. Janis tried to get the attention off of her, but (Y/n) raised her brows. "Janis, this is important information. Cady and I have a reason, but what is for you? Why do you care what happens to Regina George?"

Janis flushed a bright red, realizing she wasn't going to drop it. "I guess I don't want to discuss it." She crossed her arms, falling back onto the couch behind her. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone she slipped her mask over her face. This caused everyone to glance at each other and Damian shook his head at her. Janis knew that she was acting childish, but she didn't want to tell her new friends what Regina did to her. She was embarrassed about it, and she didn't want to lose her illusion as a confident lesbian.

"Janis, it's time," Damian ignored her protesting as he slammed a box down, grabbing a Bratz doll and a Dora doll. He then went on to explain that, once upon a time, Janis and Regina were best friends. He then went on to explain why they had stopped being friends. He explained how Regina had kissed her at a party, even though she knew how Janis felt, and then he explained how Regina outed her to the party-goers and then her class using a TY baby she named 'Sissy-Liz.' (Y/n) looked at the ground with her brows furrowed. "Now you know, Cady and (Y/n), you can never trust Regina George." And thus the revenge party began.

During lunch on Monday morning, (Y/n) ignored the looks that Regina gave her. She was mad at Regina for hurting Cady in an attempt to make her jealous. She was mad it worked, and she was even more upset that she used Gretchen and Karen to try to make Regina jealous. As Janis sat next to her, (Y/n) smiled at the girl before leaning over to wipe off the paint that smeared over Janis's cheek. At the action, she saw Regina storm out. So, in an attempt to finally talk to Regina, she excused herself and followed the blonde out of the cafeteria. "What's your problem, Regina? What the fuck is up with the Sissy-Liz and why did you kiss Aaron?" (Y/n) questioned loudly, stopping the girl down the hall.

Regina looked around at everyone with a glare, pulling (Y/n) into the classroom beside her, thankful it was empty. (Y/n) stared at her for a long moment as Regina glanced her up and down with a glare. In a weak moment, (Y/n) thought about pushing her against the door she just closed and kiss her. "What's my problem? You're the one flirting with everyone at this damn school. And why do you care who I kiss? You're the one who is all over Janis Imi'ike." Regina said Janis's name in disgust as she narrowed her eyes. Then it clicked in (Y/n) that Regina was, in fact, jealous. "Besides, I only kissed Aaron. It's not like we got back together. We talked that night and he likes Cady, for whatever reason." Regina looked away, pretending not to know why Aaron liked Cady. Everyone knew Cady was incredibly sweet and pretty.

Blinking, (Y/n) shook her head in slight frustration. "Wait, you and Aaron only kissed? Also, when are you going to realize that I only like you? I'm pissed that I still love you. You left me at a fucking party, Regina, but I'm still into you. And no matter how much you hurt me, I still want you. Do you know how fucked up that is for me?" (Y/n) sniffed as she tried to hold back her tears. She was not going to cry over this. Again. She refused to.

Regina's mouth was agape as she forced herself to look away from (Y/n). Her jaw clenched, and she felt her own tears welling in her eyes. Only these were real tears, not the fake tears she usually used on people. "I feel bad about leaving you at that party. I should have never done that. Last night, I had a reflection on the treadmill and I realized… I've hurt a lot of people. Most of all, I hurt you at that party because I was scared you would leave me for that college guy. I want to make it up to them, starting with you. I want a second chance." Regina confessed, not knowing how (Y/n) was going to react. "I want to apologize, first. So, I'm sorry." Regina swallowed thickly.

(Y/n) stood there in silence for a moment, thinking about how Regina had left her, drunk at the party with no one she knew. It had stung, but here Regina was, pulling out the stinger. Nodding slowly, she took Regina's hand, intertwining their fingers. Neither of them looked at each other, the silence becoming louder than either anticipated. "I forgive you, and I'll give you a second chance. But I can't just bounce back to being your girlfriend. You can, however; ask me on a date… I will only accept if you promise to apologize to Cady and Janis though. You don't have to do it this second or even today, but you still need to say sorry." (Y/n) said, her thumb running over Regina's knuckles.

Regina felt a bit odd, feeling soft like this. She knew it was the right thing to do though. She really cared about (Y/n) and hated seeing her and Cady rush to escape the Halloween party because of her actions. So, the expectation of apologizing to the girls was only fair. "Okay, I will. I promise. And thank you." Regina whispered. The two stayed there for long moments before they were finally forced to separate, having skipped their last two periods to stand together in silence. As they left, Regina gave (Y/n)'s hand one final squeeze, ready to try again with her. (Y/n) smiled with a nod, ready to tell Janis, Damian, and Cady all about Regina and her unexpected apology.

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make you mine

— alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

summary || Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

warnings || SMUT. unprotected sex. alpha! bucky. alpha/omega dynamics. knotting. dirtiest dirty talk. breeding kink. heavy degradation. lactation kink. spanking. multiple orgasms. filthy bucky. jealous! bucky. possessive! bucky. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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It had been a month.

A month since you had met your soulmate, and yet you were still not bonded. A month of actually living in close quarters with him, but it was no use. A whole month of pinning after an alpha who thought you were not good enough for him.

You had met Bucky while shopping for groceries. In an aisle full of swarming people, your eyes had connected with the steel blues of the super soldier and a warmth had spread throughout your body. The way the soldier flinched a little, you were sure he felt that too.

Being an omega, you were always told you’d meet your soulmate one day. And you had patiently waited for one from that day since. You had dreamt of having an alpha to take care of you and love you. And all those dreams had come true in that grocery store aisle.

Only for them to be shattered minutes later when your alpha turned away without even talking to you. You had chased him then, you had finally found him, you weren’t just going to let him go. Maybe he hadn’t realised yet that you were soulmates, you told yourself.

Only when you ran across the store and reached your mate, did you see the other blond man standing besides him. The other man was Captain America. When you looked closer at your mate, you recognised the blue eyes and the strong set jaw. Your mate was the winter soldier.

When you had asked Bucky if he felt the same way, he had agreed but the his very next sentence had been that he wasn’t interested in pursuing you. The fact that he acknowledged you as his soulmate but still rejected you hurt the most.

It was as if he didn’t even give you a chance to show… how good you could be. You nearly wanted to cry from instinct but had stopped when Steve advised the two of you to talk about this in private.

You had opened gawked when you’d walked into the avengers tower. Knowing that your mate was an avenger had made your chest swell with pride. But all that had been a month ago, and since then you’d been living with the avengers.

The laws around soulmates weren’t as strict as they once were. It wasn’t a compulsion to be with each other anymore as it was years before. But then the law stated to at least live with each other for a month before deciding to override your biology.

The avengers were all kind to you and most importantly they didn’t pity you. Over time you had made a few friends, even a few alphas included. Steve had turned out to be a great friend and you didn’t feel unsafe around the alpha.

Though you did have a guess that Bucky didn’t like you hanging around Steve. You could smell the change in Bucky’s scent and the suppressed growls he gave when you saw you with any other alpha, but especially Steve. And that fueled you to be with Steve even more.

You tried talking to Bucky nearly everyday, but he had made it a point to completely avoid you at all costs. A few days back though, you had finally found him in his room, watching some match on TV.

“Why are you avoiding me? Am I not… am I not good enough for you?” Hurt was clearly lacing your voice as you spoke. “No no. It’s not you.” He replied and you scoffed. “Be honest with me Bucky. Do you have someone else in your life?”

“No. There’s no one else. And I’m being honest with you! I’m the shell of a man I once was. You deserve someone better than me!” He took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing, “The laws are much lenient now. You can have a happy life with… someone else.”

You could clearly see that it hurt him to say that. But you couldn’t understand why he would say that. He was the prime example of an alpha and you were sure any omega would be happy to have him, especially you. But before you could say so, he walked out of his own room.

Now, only two days were left for your legal stay over here to end. After that, you’d be back to your house but you weren’t sure if you could live your life like before anymore. The fact that you were rejected by your mate would always be playing in your mind.

Also, at this point, you’d come to crave Bucky’s scent. He smelled of dark spices and something that was distinctly him. His alpha scent was unlike any other you had scented. So you knew your inner omega was going to get disappointed when you couldn’t smell your alpha anymore.

You couldn’t keep thinking these thoughts though, as they would only hurt you. You needed to feel a little numb for some time; needed to go to a place where it would only be you and not even your thoughts would disturb you. You wanted to breathe.

The indoor swimming pool in the tower was huge and no one ever visited it. It was dark outside now and you were sure everyone had something important to do than swim. Ever since you’d seen the pool, you had wanted to take a dip but you were too shy to do it before.

But now knowing that only a few days were left of staying here you went for it. As predicted, the pool was empty and the faint sloshing of water was the only thing audible. This place was perfect for you to connect yourself. You couldn’t wait anymore, and jumped in like a kid at a summer camp, excited and unskilled.

You were still wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants but you didn’t care as you immersed yourself in the warm water. You didn’t necessarily swim, but rather you just peacefully floated. It was a calm, serene moment that no one could snatch away from you.

“Hello!” You opened your eyes when you heard the familiar voice. “Hi Steve!” You greeted the alpha. The pool was huge and you were in the shallower parts so it wasn’t a difficulty to stand on your toes. “You don’t mind me being here right?” Steve asked.

“Of course not!” You smiled as Steve pulled up the legs of pants and dipped his feet in the water as he sat at the corner of the pool. Seeing him enjoying the moment like this made you realise that you weren’t seeing captain America, but rather you were looking at Steve Rogers.

You didn’t talk further as you both relaxed and found peace in the moment. Some more time passed before Steve spoke up, “Bucky’s not a bad guy. He likes you too, a lot. He’s just…” you stopped him before he said anything ahead. “Don’t! Steve, I came here to not think about him. Please don’t ruin the moment.” Steve nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry. Just don’t stop visiting here after this is done. We’ll all miss you.” You hummed along with him. “Yeah. I’ll miss you guys too.” The silence between you and Steve was comfortable and not intimidating. But a mischievous smile spread across your lips when you came up with a fun idea.

You collected some water in your hand before throwing it in Steve’s direction. “Hey!” Steve complained when the droplets landed on his face. He giggled before splashing some water back at you. And that was all it took for the to and fro to begin. Steve was drenched too as you both kept on playing.

But then you both froze when you heard the loud growl.

Bucky was just passing through the halls when he scented you. You didn’t know this, but Bucky always kept an eye over you. He found it impossible to keep you away from his eyesight and your scent, oh god, your scent always pulled him in like a flame to a moth.

Only he knew how much willpower it took to stay away from you and not bite your neck everytime he saw you. He knew you were his destined mate right when he had scented you at the grocery store, but he knew better than to carry on with his inner urges.

But that was until he saw you with Steve. wet and laughing. Your shirt was sticking to your chest and your nipples were clearly visible through it, but not only he could see it, but also Steve, another alpha. Seeing you mingle with Steve made all his alpha instincts flare up and he couldn’t stop the growl that ripped from his throat.

You were his mate, how dare the other alpha even think he could see you like this, much less play with you?

The possessive alpha in him came out like a roaring beast, breaking free of the lies he’d fed himself about how he felt about you. All he knew at the moment was that his omega was nearly naked in front of some other unbonded alpha.

“Omega!” You shivered when you heard Bucky use his alpha voice. You were dying for him to get possessive over you and if you knew that all it took was a little jealousy, you would’ve done this a long time back.

“Come with me.” But you still didn’t move from your spot. “Now!” He commanded. You slowly got up from the pool as water slid down your body and looking at the sight, Bucky’s hard length pressed painfully against the inside of his pants.

“What if I don’t?” You replied as you started drying yourself with a towel. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, but you wanted to make him work for it. You could see him fuming at your reply and you smiled to yourself.

“Omega! You better come with you or I’ll put you on my shoulder and take you.” Bucky growled out. Steve didn’t stop him as he knew alphas were mortally dangerous to everyone but their mates. If he did interfere, it would be interpreted as if he was challenging Bucky.

Bucky was out of control, yes, but you held his key.

You started walking out as if Bucky wasn’t even there and he followed you like a dog running behind a bone. You could feel his breaths on your neck and you could clearly smell his arousal and you were sure he could scent you too.

When you entered your room, Bucky followed you closely and he locked the door shut. He called you by your name but you didn’t respond and so he held your hand and spun you around, “Omega, look at me.”

You blinked your eyes stupidly as you looked up at him. His blue eyes were burning with lust and the air between you was thick with tension. “Tell me you want me or I’ll go away right now. Because I can’t control myself anymore.” His voice was raspy with need.

You were making him lose control, and nothing was hotter than that. You placed your hand on his heated cheek and held him gently for a moment. He nuzzled into your hand and purred at the gesture. “Yes Bucky, I want you.”

That was all the green signal he needed to smash his lips with yours. His kiss was ravishing and passionate yet wet and needy. His hands groped your body as he snaked his hands below to knead your ass through the wet clothes.

“You’re mine omega, only mine.” He growled against your lips before kissing you hard again. He held the collar of your dress before tearing it right through the middle. You gasped as the wet cloth fell down on the floor with a loud thunk. You shivered as your wet skin was now exposed to the cold air.

His metal hand was cold unlike his flesh hand which was leaving behind a burning hot trail on your skin as he ran his hand over your naked body. He discarded your pants in a quick movement and all you could do was suck in a breath.

“Bucky!” your voice was nearly a squeal as he picked you up and placed you on the bed. You gawked at him as he removed his clothes, layer by layer. His body was made up of hard planes and corded muscles.

He hesitated for a moment and you could smell the change in his scent. His fingers traced the scars littering his shoulder and you realised the cause of his distress. “The scars are just a proof of how brave my alpha is.”

Bucky smiled down at you before covering your body with his. His hands kneaded your tits before rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You moaned out when Bucky pinched your nipples harshly, “You’re so sweet omega mine, but then why do you behave like a whore?”

Your eyes flew wide at his words but at the same time, you grew wetter at your core. Bucky’s metal arm kept flicking your nipples while his flesh arm dipped in your cunt and felt the wetness there. “You like this don’t you? You like it rough and hard.”

Bucky’s filthy words were making you even more aroused. You squirmed as you silently begged for more but Bucky was a step ahead of you as he flipped you over on your stomach and held you down.

“I’m gonna give it to you just like you want it.” You could feel his hard length pressing against your ass and you wiggled. Bucky gave a short mocking laugh before slapping your ass, hard. “Ahh!” You nearly screamed as the spank took you by surprise.

At this point Bucky would do literally anything and you would like it. “Look at you, filthy whore. Do you want me to spank you? Do you want your alpha to punish you till you learn your lesson?”

“Oh my god Bucky!” You whimpered at the thought of Bucky disciplining you. “You know better than to call me just Bucky. See, now you’ve earned yourself another spank.” He mocked before laying a slap on your other ass cheek. The pain stung for a moment before melting into pleasure.

“Alpha.. please fuck me!” Your face was pressed against the pillows but Bucky’s super hearing picked out your words. You felt him rub his thick cock over your pussy, getting it wet with your slick, before positioning it at your entrance. “As you wish.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky’s thick, veiny length entered your clenching hole. Bucky was big, bigger than even most alphas. And the fact that such a magnificent alpha was all yours made you preen.

He gave you some time to settle before beginning to thrust into you. His cock rubbed all your spots deliciously and every single moment was heightened with Bucky’s scent seeping into all your senses. You were covered with Bucky’s essence inside out, and you hadn’t ever felt more satisfied.

You tried pushing back onto Bucky’s cock as he was going slow at first to let you adjust. But when he noticed that, he held your hips still and began increasing his speed. The change in the rhythm made stars burst behind your eyelid.

He was holding you tight enough such that you couldn’t move and the animalistic and possessive nature of the whole act was making your omega sing with pleasure. “Can he fuck you like this?” Bucky was seething as he asked you.

“No. No alpha… only you!” He was ramming into you like a man possessed and all you could do, was take it. “Good girl.” Listening to Bucky call you good girl was all you needed to clench down on him. You writhed on the bed as you came and Bucky kept fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight omega. See, you can be good, you can be so good for me and yet you chose to be a whore and show yourself to that alpha. Didn’t think I’d notice huh? Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck you till you get disciplined into a good omega… do you know how a good omega behaves?”

You could clearly hear Bucky’s words as you trembled with aftershocks. You were too sensitive and yet Bucky’s pace was unrelenting. And on top of that, you feared Bucky’s words would make you cum again. Just imagining the scenarios Bucky was saying was putting your brain into a overdrive.

“I asked you something omega.” You came back to the land of living when you felt him spank your ass in quick succession. “Aahh! Bucky!.. Alpha!.. No I..” your words were lost when Bucky nailed your spot over and over again.

“You’re so cockdrunk, you can’t even speak. But I’ll tell you. A good omega waits for her alpha to come home and keeps his cock warm. You’ll do that for me? You’ll keep me nice and warm when I come home?”

You had lost all coherent thoughts and all that now mattered was your alpha. “Yes! Yes alpha!” You chanted uncaring of what he was even saying. You could feel yourself get close again and you clutched the sheets. “I can feel you clenching around me. Go ahead, cum for me omega.”

You tumbled head first into the orgasm and your body shook with the overwhelming intensity. Your grip over the covers went slack as your entire body nearly melted into the bed. Bucky could feel you go completely pliant under him.

By now Bucky’s knot had started swelling a little and you were loving the little pull it gave your walls as it dragged against them. “God!.. you’re milking me so well. Fuck. Gonna cum in you omega, gonna fill you up with my cum and mark your neck. You want that?”

You were openly drooling on the pillows and you nodded blankly. Your eyes were half droopy and his alpha scent was calming you. “I’ve fucked you dumb, haven’t I?” He groaned when your walls kept on pulsating around his hot length.

“I’m gonna knot you so well, you’d be swollen and full of my pups in no time. Gonna breed you on our first night itself.” Bucky smirked as he felt you visibly shiver with excitement. “You’d look so beautiful, bred full of my pups and carrying my mark. Bet the other alphas wouldn’t doubt who you belonged to.”

“Alpha.. breed me!” You said weakly. Your mind was filled with the thoughts of being a good omega and carrying your alphas pups. Bucky’s flesh hand travelled to your tits while his metal one still held you down.

“These would be all swollen and leaking.” He said as he kneaded your breasts. “You’d let me taste your nectar wouldn’t you?” His fingers tweaked your nipples and you moaned out like a whore. “God, I can’t wait to see your tits leak.”

Bucky pushed as deep inside you as he could and you felt his knot swell inside you. “Going to make you mine.” You felt Bucky’s hot seed spurt inside you and the feeling made you cum again. Bucky’s hot tongue licked your mating gland before he sank his teeth deep into the skin.

You felt the bond lock into place as he claimed you. You felt as if you shattered into a thousand pieces and Bucky’s bond built you back again as his. The world around you turned into soft clouds and you floated upon them like a dream. You were sated and full, just like you always wanted.

When you came back, you were still lying on your side on the bed with Bucky behind you, mumbling praises into your ear as he ran his fingertips over your skin. His knot was still locking you in place and you squirmed a little.

“I’m so proud of you my sweet omega. You’re the best…” he stopped his whispers when he noticed you were back. He kissed your ear and cheek and you turned your face around to weakly kiss him on his lips.

“Are you good?” His eyes were clearly worried and you gave him a dopey smile. “Yeah. Are you?” You knew he was good, but you still wanted to ask. “Yeah. Did I… did I hurt you?” You shook your head and Bucky sighed with relief.

“Did you like it? I’m sorry if you didn’t.. I just went a little overboard I guess.” He sounded dejected and you quickly tried to move around but then you both groaned as you were still tied together. “Slow down.” Bucky rubbed your arms reassuringly.

“Bucky, I’ve been pestering your ass for the past whole month to make me yours and I came three times or probably more. Of course I liked it!” Bucky chuckled at your explanation. “Yeah. Yeah, good.”

“You know, Steve and I were just..” you stopped when you heard him growl at the other alphas name. “Okay okay. We’ll talk about that later. God, you’re so possessive. I like it though.”

“Hmm… you’re so sweet omega, I can’t help being all possessive.” He tightened his arms around you. “You’re all mine now. Though I suppose I gotta make you cum more so that you forget every other alpha in existence.” You playfully slapped his bulging arm as you laughed.

Yeah, this big stupid possessive alpha was all yours, only yours.

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