Owner

Owner

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

Sometimes you wondered if people actually had brains in their heads. Because, a few people in your place of work were seriously making you think otherwise.

 First, it was your intern spilling the offices order of coffee this morning and then leaving early because of an appointment that he so conveniently remembered just as the afternoon droll was rolling around. Then it was a deadline for a project of yours getting pushed up a few weeks, putting more strain on your team then you were willing to force on them, so you took on the majority of the work. Next it was your ex-boyfriend coming by and asking for the keys to your newly single person home as he forgot some of his things in the storage closet in the upstairs office. Honestly, you didn’t really care anymore, although seeing him so nonchalantly walking into your workplace and confirming your co-worker’s suspicions was somewhat humiliating.

 And, to top it all off, you had to work late that night.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner with us Miss Y/N?”

 You shook your head and waved dismissively at the woman talking to you.

 “I’m sure, I need to get this done before the night is over or I will be massively backed up when we get back from the weekend, and I really don’t want that to happen,” you said, not even bothering to look up at her.

 You heard someone clear their throat as everyone shuffled out of the room.

 Finally, peace and quiet.

 The office had a sort of calmness that it didn’t have during the day at this time of night. No other souls were in the building, besides the security guards and you were free to work in peace. Sometimes you purposefully stayed late because then you could work more efficiently than when there were about twenty people in the office.

 Although, this meant another night of sleep deprivation.

 But, you weren’t really one to sleep restfully in the first place.

 The minutes drew into hours and those hours started to stack scarily high.

It was around 3:00 in the morning when you finally pushed away from your desk and started to clean up.

 You had finished the organizing of the files and also got a head start on the presentation. Mild inconvenience now will make your life ten times easier in the future.

 The wheels on your chair squeaked as you stood up and stretched, finally feeling the blood making its way around your body. You rubbed your tired eyes and then noticed your phone was ringing.

 Who the hell would be calling you at this hour? Never the less, it could be someone from overseas calling not being aware that they were being a massive dick. The idea of more work strained your brain, however, you picked it up.

 “Hello? This is Y/N,” you said in your calm and level voice.

 Your mother’s screeching voice echoed through the phone. “Hello darling! How are you? What are you up to?”

 Without thinking about it, you instinctively pulled the phone away from your ear to prevent going deaf, before carefully hovering it near your ear so you could actually hear what she had to say. Not that you cared much.

 “Hi, mom… Why are you calling so early?”

 A gasp sounded through the phone.

 “I’m so sorry darling! Did I wake you? I forgot I was in Paris for a minute there… Anyways, I wanted to confirm something with you.”

 Of course she forgot she was in Paris. Probably one of the most extravagant cities in the world and renowned for being the city of love. But of course, it’s easy to forgot you’re there sometimes. Understandable.

 “What is that?”

 “I remember you gushing about your boyfriend, and I realized I’d never met him! I would love to do so, probably this weekend. I’ll come over for tea and see if I approve of this man in your life. Sorry to wake you, I’ll get going now! Au revoir!”

 And with that, the line cut off.

 It was very common for your mother to randomly invite herself into your home and cause havoc in your life. She’d told off multiple partners in your life that they weren’t good enough for you, in front of their faces. And of course, no one wants an in-law that’s over bearing anyways. No to mention a complete bitch on top of that.

 But, you guess that if you got her favorite tea and made sure that your boyfriend-

 Oh fuck.

 That’s right.

 The dick had dumped you after getting another chick pregnant. He had kept up the façade for two months, secretly meeting with her and helping her through her morning sickness while you woke up to an empty bed and confusion.

 And now, your mother was coming over. Expecting to meet your boyfriend that you had been ‘gushing’ about. When in reality, you only had told her you were serious about this man. She probably didn’t even remember his name.

 “Noona? What are you still doing here?” A tired voice came through the air.

 Taehyung, a new security guard in your building approached you. He’d brought you some snacks one night and you both had bonded over stale Cheetos and cheap beer. He was a good person and not that much younger than you. Just a year. He had a superior named Namjoon that was the head of security in your building and he was just as kind, just a bit stricter.

 “Nothing, just busy with work. Paper work and all that shit. Just about to head home though,” you said, grabbing your bag and hauling it over your shoulder.

 “Oh, want me to walk you out?” He asked, gesturing towards the door in a ridiculously lavish fashion.

 “Sure, sounds good. We haven’t spoken in a while,” you said, heading towards the door with him.

 The two of you were chatting on the ride down the elevator and exchanged a few jokes and yawns before the ding of the elevator bell brought you out of your tired state.

 “Well, I’m off to protect all your important files,” he said, getting ready to hit the button to go up.

  Then, a stupid idea wormed its way into your head.

 “Hey! Wait!” Taehyung jolted and stopped, jumping out of the elevator before it shut.

 “Um, yes, Noona?”

 “Want to be my boyfriend?”

 You asked, before thinking about your wording too carefully.

 Taehyung turned a bright pink color before choking on air and starting to cough.

 “Oh!”

 You rushed over and patted him on the back, hoping to help calm his fit.

 When he finally got the air back in his lungs he looked up at you with surprise written all over his features.

 “I thought it was my job to ask you out?”

 You scoffed before shaking your head.

 “That’s a sexist statement Taehyung. But, I meant my fake boyfriend. My mom is coming over for tea this weekend and my ex had to go knock another girl up. So, I kind of need a stand in,” you said, wringing your hands together.

 “Ah, I was wondering why you would be asking me out so suddenly. And, sorry that happened, your ex is a complete dick who doesn’t know what he gave up. But, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it very much,” he said with a cute little blush dusting his features.

 Guilt rushed through your system. How could you ask Taehyung to do that? He was so sweet and asking him to lie because your mother is incredibly pushy isn’t right.

 “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hope I didn’t just make things incredibly awkward,” you rushed, hoping to God he wasn’t mad.

 You heard a little giggle that lifted your spirits and Taehyung placed his hand on your shoulder.

 “I’m actually flattered that you asked me, but, like I said. I don’t think my girlfriend would bite, although I could always ask, wouldn’t kill me to do so,” he said, reaching for his phone. You stopped him quickly.

 “No, that’s fine. I should just tell her that he broke up with me and take the heat.”

 The idea displeased you greatly, due to the fact that you would never hear the end of it. ‘Why did he leave you?’ ‘If you were doing everything that I did as a wife this would’ve never happened!’

 Now you knew why dad had died so early.

 You were starting to like the idea more and more yourself.

 Taehyung gave you a sad smile before heading towards the elevator again.

 “Well, I better get back to work, Namjoon-Hyung with probably already kick my butt for being out this long anyways. Wish me luck,” he said as the door shut.

 “Yeah, good luck…”

  The night air bit at your skin as the tendrils of winter started to wrap around the city. The sounds of police sirens and cars honking as you walked filled the suffocating silence that awaited you at your door step.

 The walk gave you plenty time to devise a plan however.

 Loads of ideas had come up in your mind.

 You could tell your mother that he simply had to work. But then you would have to explain to her where he worked and then she would insist on taking him a lunch or something of the like.

 Bad plan.

 There was always the classic, ‘Oh, he was feeling a little under the weather today and didn’t want to give it to us. How considerate is he?’ Although, then she would say you could prepare a meal for him and go nurse him back to health! He’d definitely have to marry you then, certainly!

 Bad plan.

 Then, if worst came to worst, you told her the truth. Which then would result in endless amounts of complaints of travelling all the way to your crummy apartment, that actually wasn’t that bad, just to be disappointed, like usual. Why couldn’t you keep a man? Was it that hard to just keep your mouth shut and please them? Is she ever going to get the grandchildren she so endlessly wants to spoil?

 Bad plan.

 You knew your mother wasn’t completely heartless. But, she was pretty self-centered and didn’t really care about much more than fancy material items and her own reflection.

 That and every nook and cranny of your life.

 Ever since you were born your life had been dictated by her and what she wanted for you. You hadn’t even gotten to choose what figure inspired you the most for an essay you wrote. She had to pick that too.

 However, since moving out, you had gotten a sweet taste of freedom from her and it was everything you could’ve hoped for and more.

 And now that you have it, you were going to do everything you could to keep it. Even if that meant lying straight to her face.

 Your apartment building came into view and you were heading towards the door when the sound of someone running up the street caught your attention. You turned to look and noticed a tall man running towards you.

 He was scratched up and looked a little worse for wear. He was also sporting a black eye that didn’t look good either. Fear flooded your system as you started reaching for the door, keeping your eyes on him.

 The door clicked and relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Until you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

 “Think you could help me?”

 His voice was thick as honey and it was strained. He was panting heavily, and it sounded a little off.

 You turned and almost screamed at the person in front of you. Or, if it was even a person.

 It was a boy with normal male features, but with two ears sticking straight up out of his head. He must’ve been one of those furry people who dress up like animals and get busy with each other.

 Weird, but you weren’t one to judge people.

 Not too often, anyways.

 But, at 4:00 in the morning outside your apartment building you were feeling rather judgmental. Especially towards some stranger with dog ears.

 “What?”

 “Can you be my owner?”

 Confusion was the only emotion you felt at the moment.

 “Your owner?” You thought about it for a moment and realized it must’ve been some sort of roleplay thing. “Sorry, I’m not really into this sort of thing and we don’t know each other so-”

 “THERE HE IS!” A random man shouted from the end of the street and the sound of feet clambering up towards you was loud in your ears.

 “Shit! Please, be my owner and I’ll do anything you want. Absolutely anything, please, just pretend to be my owner,” he begged.

 You looked into his eyes and saw genuine fear. Your heart lurched as he looked petrified.

 “Anything?” You cocked your eyebrow, and watched as he nodded frantically.

 “Anything.” He confirmed for you.

 Finally, the men approached you. They were all middle aged, and unhealthily large at that. They were huffing and puffing as they came towards you and whoever the man next to you was.

 “You need to come with us, pooch,” one of the said, when he wasn’t wheezing that was.

 One of them pulled out an inhaler and then proceeded to head towards the man next to you. You blocked them with a movement of your hand. They looked at you confused until you pushed the man behind you and stepped forward, crossing your arms in front of you and putting on your best face.

 Time to put on a show.

 “What’s the meaning of this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and scanning the men in front of you.

 “He’s an unregistered hybrid who’s been reported of indecent exposure. We need to take him in,” he said.

 “And who might you be?” You question, walking towards them with an intimidating glare. The men backed off slightly and stood up a little straighter, trying to save the pride they were losing.

 “We’re dog catchers. This hybrid needs to come with us,” he said, reaching for the man behind you again.

 You reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping anymore forward movement.

 “I think you’ll find that he doesn’t need to come with you. He’s mine, and I you can’t just take something that belongs to me.”

 The men looked at you with shocked expressions.

 “W-We weren’t aware that he had an owner, he has no collar or I.D on him.”

 “Too much of a hassle, didn’t care for it, he behaves well enough. But apparently I need to be more stern with him, thank you for chasing him back home.” You said, starting to head towards the door.

 “Wait! You need to fill out registration papers for him!”

 You turned on your heel.

 “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and his name is Jungkook, figure out the rest for yourselves. If I see you around here again I will call the police for harassment. I think we’re done here, come on Jungkook,” you said, walking towards the door.

 He followed you without a word and the men were left there without a word.

  You walked up to your apartment in silence. This hybrid gentleman hadn’t said anything since he had confirmed he would do anything for your assistance and you weren’t sure if he was planning on speaking anytime soon.

 When you entered the apartment he stayed outside the door, seemingly tentative towards the new space.

 “You can come in,” you said, looking at him.

 He walked in slowly before shutting the door behind you.

 It was silent for a few moments before he seemed to gather himself to speak.

 “Thank you for your help,” he said, looking down at his hands.

 “I didn’t do it for free you know,” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

 “Ah, that’s right, what did you want? I’m assuming the usual thing, am I right?” He said, walking towards you.

 “The usual what-”

 You were cut off with warm lips against your own. You were shocked before you finally got your bearings and shoved him off of you and slapping him across the face.

 He stood still and held his cheek, moderately stunned.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You growled, ready to beat his ass if need be.

 He was frozen.

 “I-I’m sorry, I thought… The usual thing that people want from us hybrids is sex, it was my fault I’m sorry…”

 Guilt raised in your stomach as you watched him recover from the shock. He seemed far to used to getting hit for your liking.

 “Come here,” you said, walking over to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice out of the freezer and handed it to him.

 He slowly placed it on his eye and draped it down his cheek.

 “I’m sorry.”

 He shook his head.

 “It was my fault for assuming. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that, I’m sorry,” he said once again.

 “Do you have a name?”

 You asked, looking at the rest of his wounds.

 “Jungkook?” He questioned.

 “Is that really your name?”

 “I don’t know; I’ve never had one before. It’s generally just been Hybrid #233418, for as long as I’ve been alive.”

 You felt sick. Only being known as a number, no one caring enough to give you a name. An identity to call your own.

 It was wrong and dehumanizing.

 “Do you like the name Jungkook? You can keep it or change it, I’ll call you whatever you like,” you said, walking over to the fridge for a couple bottles of water.

 “Since my owner gave me the name, I’ll keep it. Does it suit me you think?”

 You turned around and handed him a water.

 “Your owner? You mean me? I’m not your owner,” you said, setting him straight.

 “But you are, you agreed to be my owner and told the dog catchers your name,” he remembered, grabbing the bottle of water and chugging it down with gusto.

 “How do you know that was my real name?”

 He set down the bottle of water, which was now almost empty, before looking at you intently.

 “You don’t look like the kind of person that is good at lying. That’s why I trust you,” he said, giving you a cute little smile.

 “Okay, what are hybrids? I’ve never seen anyone with ears like that…” You said, staring at them with curiosity.

 Jungkook seemed to notice this and they flattened on his head slightly.

 “Hybrids? You don’t know anything about the sex industry do you?” You shook your head dumbly. “We were made for sexual purposes. Since we’re not technically human, it’s not considered prostitution. Although, some of us are bought for companions and arm candy for those in higher in society. Sometimes we’re bought as pets. But, generally, we’re a good fuck for people who can’t get any from their significant other,” he explained.

 “So that’s why you kissed me…” you said, fitting the pieces together in your mind.

 “Yes, I thought you were aware of us, but apparently I can’t assume anything with you,” he chuckled afterwards, rubbing his cheek.

 “Why were those dog catchers after you?”

 He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

 “It’s a long story. And honestly, I’m too tired to remember most of it. Basically, I was sick of fucking people every day, and for a male hybrid that’s saying something. I was tired of being treating like a piece of meat, like I didn’t matter. So I bolted one night when my client was asleep. Been on the run ever since,” he said.

 “And what was all of that about indecent exposure,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

 He blushed slightly and cleared his throat.

 “Well, just because I didn’t want to be prostituted doesn’t mean that I object to sex when it’s offered…”

 “I don’t see what that has to do with indecent exposure,” you said, giving him a look.

 “I was chased out of a very angry man’s house after sleeping with his daughter,” he said, leaning forward on the counter.

 “Good for you.”

 He laughed and the sound was almost heavenly. The longer you looked at him, you couldn’t imagine that he was ever in any kind of hardship. He had a twinkle in his eyes that just screamed trouble, and you were interested.

 “So, if you don’t want me for my skills in the bedroom-”

 You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

 “Please,” you laughed before drinking more of your water.

 Jungkook took the bait.

 “I was the most paid for hybrid since I turned legal. I don’t disappoint,” he whispered lowly, trying to be seductive.

 “Cute pup, but not going to work on me,” you said before pushing him back.

 “Fair enough, you’re a tough woman, I’ll give you that. However, that doesn’t answer the question. What do you want me for?”

 You thought it over for a few moments then looked him dead in the eye.

 “Jungkook, I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”

Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don't know if I can go through with this," you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it's not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He's worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here," she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

"Well, he wants to meet you, so... If you don't want to go through with this after you meet him I'm certainly not going to make you. It's all up to you dear. I'll see you afterwards," your agent said before leaving the room.

You had only been in three adult movies before and they were kind of shit. The guy wasn't that great and the people you were working with weren't the nicest.

Your agent decided that you were made for the higher up in production value movies. That were actual movies. You managed to snag the main role in this film and it was your first day on set.

The character you were portraying was the young apprentice of a very power wizard. You are in love with him and want to get him to have sex with you. Your character brews a potion and gives it to him in a drink and suddenly he fucks you.

If you were being honest, you were getting wet just thinking about Jimin.

He was well known and you had been dying to work with him... But.

You were very new to the industry and you didn't want to disappoint him. God forbid he get flaccid in the middle of a take.

Also, having sex in front of a camera still made you a little nervous.

You were insecure about your body and had all of the insecurities that most women did. You were worried about your weight and the way that you looked when you left the house.

A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.

"Come in!" you shouted, looking towards the door.

You stared in amazement as Jimin walked through the door with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey! You're ___, right? It's so great to meet you!" he said walking over and offering you an embrace like you were an old friend. You stepped into his arms hesitantly, but gave him a timid little hug.

Once he pulled away he chuckled.

"W-what?" you asked, curious as to why he was laughing.

"Oh, sorry. It's just, I can see why they picked you for the role. You're so shy, and so is your character. But, I just wanted to come in and ask for a safe word and things that are off limits," he said, sitting down.

You chewed on your lip and nodded, sitting down as well.

"Uh... Thank you. And, um, no degrading language other than what is scripted. Being called a slut and a whore don't turn me on at all... No anal... Biting is fine and encouraged. Blood play is fine also. Finishing inside is also fine, seeing as how it's scripted. Also, no choking please," you said, listing all of your normal rules.

Jimin was listening intently the whole time.

After you were done he gave a nod.

"So, no degrading language other than what's scripted. No anal. But biting is something you like," he winked after that, sending a rush of heat through your body. "As well as blood play, something not a lot of people are into, interesting kink. And finishing is scripted inside but if you aren't on any kind of contraceptive then I'm pulling out. And no choking. That's not something I like either. Hurting other's isn't really my thing. But, thanks for sharing all of that! I feel like I know you a little better know as well," he gave another adorable smile.

He was way too cute to be in the adult film industry.

"I-Is there anything you don't want me to do? Consent goes both ways," you stated, looking up from your knees.

"Ah, so kind of you to ask. Um, just don't try to stick anything up my ass and I think we'll be fine... Also, no teeth on the blow job part please? But, that's kind of a universal isn't it? But you didn't tell me your safe word," he pointed out.

"Oh! It's stop with three taps from my hand," you said, giving him the information he wanted.

"Stop with three taps. I'll make sure that you won't have to use it," he gave another smile and you were wondering how much pain he would put you through before the pleasure would arrive.

Seriously, those smiles were killing you inside.

"Do you have a safe word?" you asked, wanting to make sure he had the right to stop if he wanted to.

"End. Simple enough. Although, I haven't had to use mine yet, have you?" he asked, getting comfortable in the chair across from you.

"Yeah, a few times. People in the cheaper movies are way rougher than necessary," you commented, rubbing your elbows.

Jimin got a look of anger on his face. "That's ridiculous. Just because the funding is less doesn't mean that you deserve to get treated like a piece of meat, what the hell happened?" he questioned, seeming to want to know more.

"Uh, well... He ignored my choking rule, so we had to stop. We didn't finish filming because I wasn't comfortable enough to continue," you said, trying hard not to let the bad memory affect you.

"That fuckhead, you better not give me his information cause I'll royally screw that guy over," he growled.

You'd never seen someone so angry about the situation before... Your parents had passed on and you didn't have any siblings. It makes working in an adult industry much easier. Seeing as how you didn't have to face anyone about working in it.

"Honestly, I just try to leave it behind me. I trust you, so, let's do a good job today. Yeah?"

You offered your hand for him to shake and he took it, before leaning down and kissing your hand gently. Heat rushed to your cheeks and Jimin smiled brightly.

"You're so cute. Just a kiss on the hand and you're blushing. So sweet. I can't wait to do our scene today."

And with a mysterious look, Jimin got up out of the chair and left the room.

You were drenched in your panties and he didn't even kiss you or anything. His hands were strong and his arms looked incredible. His lips were so plush and everything about him seemed to lure you in.

A few minutes later your agent wandered in the door. You looked up at her and she was staring at you with a look on her face.

"You want to do it now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

You nodded hesitantly and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Uh, he's really nice. I think we'll do really well together," you said, trying to avoid the tutting that was sure to follow.

"I told you. He's the best, and he's the best for a reason. His charisma is unmatched. His sex appeal is through the roof and the ladies love him. But, the goal is for the men to love you. You need to make sure that you affect him just as much as he affects you. Remember the audience," she stated.

Another knock at the door rang through the room. You and your agent looked up and saw the director standing there.

"Hello ladies! It's time for us to get started! Are you ready?" he asked, placing his hand on his hip.

You nodded and stood up, fixing your robes and such to fall correctly. He gave you a smile and ushered you out the door to the set.

-_-_-_-_-

It was hot under the lights and you and Jimin had been filming the actual movie portions all day.

Right now, you were giving him the potion that was supposed to make him want to fuck you.

You poured the water in a glass of grape soda. Jimin was reading some books with glasses on in such a way that was dangerous to your heart. He looked so serious sitting there.

"Ah, thank you. You can set that right here," he said, gesturing to his desk. The desk you were going to be bent over in a few minutes. You did as you were told and put the glass on the table.

As Jimin drank the drink you sat down in the chair sitting opposite the desk. He finished the drink and set the glass down.

Suddenly, Jimin started getting flustered. You knew that it was going to be time soon.

"Alright and cut! Jimin go get yourself hard and come back," the director said. Jimin nodded and walked out of the room. "Do you need anything, ___? Water or something like that? Lube?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned for your well being.

"No, I'm alright," you smiled.

Jimin came back a few minutes later with an obvious tent in his boxers. You swallowed hard and tried to fight back the blush that threatened to rise up on your cheeks.

"Alright, we'll stop after the blow job. Improv from you to as long as it goes within the script parameters. Audio running. Standing by. ACTION!" he shouted.

You watched as Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Um... sir? Are you alright?" you asked, following the script for as long as you could.

"Don't call me sir, it makes me think some inappropriate things about my apprentice..."

You flushed pink and bit your lip seductively.

"W-what if I said that I was alright with you thinking inappropriately about me?" you asked. Jimin's head snapped up and he looked at you with dilated pupils. You pushed his books off his desk and crawled up on the table and straddled him.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a nervous look.

"I can't do this... You're my apprentice, this is wrong," he breathed, running his hands over your body. You took his hand and placed it on your breast, gaining confidence as you felt his erection pressing into your thigh.

"It's not wrong if we don't tell anyone... I won't say anything. If you promise not to say anything, then we'll be safe. I need you so bad sir. Please, fuck me," you whimpered, rubbing your center against his. Jimin let out a strangled moan.

Without much else of a warning, Jimin was stood up. You squealed lightly and clung onto him so you didn't fall and ruin the take. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, securing you in place. The sound of books falling to the floor startled you, although you remained in character.

The wood pressed into your back as Jimin set you down on the desk. You reached forward and connected your lips to his in a shy kiss. He was eager to respond, mashing his lips with yours in a seductive manner.

No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. If you had full time access to his lips, you'd probably be in heaven.

His lips wandered down your throat and to your chest. Jimin pulled at the outfit and managed to pull the robe off of your body. The lingerie piece that had been selected sat delicately on your frame. Jimin swallowed hard and you relished in the fact that you had that effect on him. Either that or he was an exceptional actor.

You watched his eyes dilate in lust and desire as his lips reconnected to your flesh. He kissed down your stomach and made it to your panties. You knew you were drenched, but he stilled looked up in surprise.

"You're so wet..."

A flush of red went through your cheeks. Jimin was staring unabashedly at your center with longing.

"Y-you'd better do something about it," you whispered.

Jimin seemed to come out of his daze and attached his mouth to your core. A startled moan escaped you as you felt pleasure rip through your center. His lips were so plump and hot against you that you could hardly speak.

Even with your panties on it felt incredible. You could hardly wait for when all of his clothes came off as well.

"Take my panties off sir, I want to feel your mouth on me. Please sir, I can't wait," you whined, tugging on the sleeves of his robes. Jimin smiled at your eagerness and complied with your demands.

You watched as he slowly dragged the intricate material down your legs and onto the floor. He touched your legs and looked at you for confirmation to continue. You parted your legs and watched as he took in what lay between your thighs.

You'd never seen such a good actor. He was so entranced by you. You were drenched and in desperate need of sorting out and Jimin was rock hard against his thigh. It was so painful and he needed to get off, but you came first in his mind.

His lips came down on your center and you managed a strangled moan. His mouth was so hot and he was obviously talented in this particular area of sex. You cried out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves and sneakily dipped into your sex for a moment. Jimin's hands rubbed up your hips and wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

"Mmm, you taste amazing... How have I kept my hands off of you for this long? I deserve a reward," he mumbled into your core.

"You're getting it right now," you whipped back. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at you and seemed entertained by your remark.

"And I intend to enjoy every moment of it," he said, pulling away from your sex. You keened in annoyance. Jimin simply smiled at your whining and pulled his robe over his head.

Oh sweet fuck...

Was that ever an incredible sight.

You watched in amazement as his stomach flexed and his arms were revealed to you. He was ripped. You could hardly believe that this was the same guy who was giving you adorable smiles in the dressing room as you chatted.

His boxers didn't stand a chance against you. Without much more hesitation you lunged forward and yanked his underwear down and your hand was on his cock within an instant. Jimin let out a delicious little moan that you got on your knees and swallowed as you latched your lips onto his.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned in pleasure as you ran your hand over his throbbing length. You could feel him bucking into your palm as you made out on the desk. Everyone in the room was dead silent and the only thing you could hear were the fans that were going to keep your cool and the sound of Jimin and you making out.

Finally, Jimin pulled his mouth away from yours. Not before biting down on your lip and pulling. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed your hand on his cock.

"I know something that would be better than your hand on my cock, baby," he said. You nodded and got down on your hands and knees.

It didn't take another word between the two of you before your mouth was enveloping his dick. Jimin let out a low groan and pulled your hair away from your face. He wanted to watch every little motion you did. Every wince from his cock being too big for your mouth. Every choke as you tried to take more and more of him in your gorgeous mouth.

You hummed on his cock and watched as his knees trembled ever so slightly. His back arched a bit and shoved more of his length into your mouth. You gagged and your eyes watered and Jimin backed off, letting you breath for a moment. He even went as far as to clean the spit off of your mouth before easing his length back in.

Eventually the crew gave you two the go ahead and Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth.

"And cut for the beginning portions! Lets fix her make-up a big and Jimin keep yourself up. Set the blanket in the shot so we can see it."

The director kept going on about what he wanted and where it was. Jimin was still hard as fuck and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

Your make-up woman came over and fixed your running mascara.

Once everything was touched up, Jimin came back over and picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept yourself in an appealing position.

Everyone got into place and set up for the remainder of the shoot.

"Alright. No more stopping until we get the finish inside. Audio rolling. Camera rolling, standby... ACTION!"

Jimin grabbed the blanket on the shelf and threw it on the table, while still managing to hang onto you. After he adjusted the blanket he set you on your back and walked in between your legs.

"Is this really alright? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he said. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't scripted, but you honestly couldn't pull yourself away from his lips.

He took it as your consent and started running his fingers over your lower lips, spreading your wetness all over your womanhood.

"Please hurry sir, I need you," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder.

Jimin nodded and pumped himself a few more times before pushing inside of you. You groaned at his size and length as he slowly eased inside of you. Jimin groaned and gasped as you clenched and adjusted around him.

"Jesus Christ you're so tight. How could you be so tight around me, baby?" he asked, licking his lips as they dried. You bit your lip and tried to think of something to say back, but all you could do was moan.

Jimin didn't seem to mind as he started to ease back and work himself into you. His dick was incredible inside of you. He was brushing against your G-spot immediately. You cried out and and arched your back into him.

Finally, you felt Jimin's hips meeting yours.

"Oh fuck... You alright? Because I need a minute," he whispered as he bit into your neck. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline and kissed his jaw.

"I'm okay," you whispered.

After a few moments Jimin started moving his hips in shallow thrusts. You cried out in shock and covered it as a moan of pleasure. There was slight pain at the adjustments but otherwise it felt incredible.

He knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. Every little movement of his hips felt so good as he worked himself in and out of your tight heat. Jimin was becoming wrecked very quickly, although you had heard things about his stamina.

Was this just an act?  

You weren't sure.

All you knew is that he felt amazing and you could feel the startings of our orgasm approaching quickly.

After a while, Jimin seemed to get tired of the position you were in. The director nodded and the two of you changed it up.

Jimin had you get on your hands and knees and he entered you from behind. He felt much larger inside of you than he did before and he was hitting spots that you didn't even know existed.

Another thing that was turning you on was how much Jimin was playing to your kinks.

He would bite your shoulder and your neck, giving you that twinge of pain that made excitement pool in your stomach.

He was so large inside of you that you felt he was going to ruin you, but you didn't particularly care at this point. It felt too good for you to care about anything but him.

You didn't even know that you were filming anymore. All you cared about was the pleasure you were experiencing and the pleasure that Jimin was receiving from you as well.

Where were you?

Who were you?

Did it matter?

Did anything but you and him matter at this point?

Jimin seemed to be thinking similar things as he picked up the pace behind you.

"God you feel so good, I can't resist you any longer... I-I need you to be mine," he groaned.

The lewd sound of skin smacking on skin filled the room as you cried out your pleasure.

"I want to be yours! Make me yours sir!" you cried out, trying desperately to remember any parts of the script guidelines to talk about.

"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" he asked, even though it was already predetermined.

"Inside, cum inside me, please," you pleaded, running your nails across the desk you were set on.

Jimin kissed your back, before giving it a stingy little nip. You gasped as he did so.

Suddenly, he started pounding into you at an alarming rate. He was going so hard you thought he was going to fuck you off the table. But you didn't particularly mind that fact, it would be a work related injury anyways.

What a trip to the doctor's office that would be.

To snap you out of your humorous thoughts Jimin smacked into your pussy harshly. Your elbows collapsed and you fell against the table with a groan. Jimin was startled, but gripped onto your ass and started going even harder than he was before.

You could feel the pressure rising, getting closer to snapping. Jimin reached around the two of you and pressed his fingers into your clit, giving you that extra bit of pleasure to fall over the edge.

You cried out and started shaking and clenching around him.

"Fuck baby," he croaked out. You felt hot warmth splashing inside of you.

You shook with pleasure and collapsed on the table once Jimin pulled out of you.

After a few moments the crew started cleaning up and you were given a wash cloth. Jimin walked over with a serious look on his face.

What was wrong?

Did you do something wrong?

You didn't hear his safe word!

"You're going to be out of a job," he said.

Your stomach dropped and you didn't know what to do.

Just as you were about to burst into tears, Jimin rushed forward and kissed you with such a fierceness that you hadn't expected.

"You're going to be out of a job because no one but me will be fucking you ever again."

Cigarettes

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It felt weird.

Seeing him standing there after the years had passed.

But it wasn't a bad weird. It was the kind of weird that makes you excited; gives you little butterflies in your stomach.

That's what is was like seeing Min Yoongi after all these years.

Min Yoongi had been a big player when you were in your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior with your brother, Hoseok.

He was bad, did drugs and drank as well as had sex with whomever he wanted whenever he wanted. Usually wherever as well.

But.

He was a good person. He'd been dealt a few bad cards in life, he'd gotten into trouble with the law a few years back and it was kind of bad hit after bad hit once it got started. However, for some odd strange reason, you'd never been more smitten in your entire life.

It was the cliche forbidden romance.

You were the brother's precious little sister and Yoongi was the bad boy influence that the older brother hung out with for a taste of a badass lifestyle when in reality he still needed his mother and sister more than anything in the whole world. Which isn't a bad thing, but, you always wondered why Yoongi and Hoseok were friends. Seeing how soft Hobi was, but, they meshed pretty well over their love of rap. Sometimes one thing is enough for people.

You two did mess about for a little while, meeting behind the bleachers at the school and having silly make out sessions. But it had never gone further than that, because you were afraid of what Hoseok would think if he found out and Yoongi wasn't really worried about working too hard to impress you.

There were plenty of other women that wanted to play, and honestly, he didn't want to fuck up your life too bad if he could help it.

"Hey there, Princess, it's been a while," he said as you got out of your car, still wearing your gown from graduation.

"Yoongi-oppa," you said with a smile on your face. You walked over and gave him a hug, him placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, relishing in the fact that you still blushed brightly at the action.

"You look amazing, congratulations on your graduation," he said, handing over a little envelope. You were worried what would be inside, but in reality it was a cheap card with some money tucked away in there.

"Thank you," you said, putting the card in your bag.

"So, you're an adult now, full fledged and heading to college I assume, let's see if I can guess for what. You were always fascinated by foreign languages, it's got to be English. Are you going to go abroad?" He asked, giving you a small smile.

He was always so damn perceptive that it could make you crazy.

"Right on the money, as usual. You always seemed to know things before I did," you said, crossing your arms. Yoongi smiled and looked around, probably wondering where Hoseok was.

"Where's your brother, I thought for sure he'd be here today," he said, rubbing his chin.

He was just as beautiful as he was the last time you saw him.

He smelt like tobacco and cologne which was a winning combination in your mind, but, you were curious as to why he was here. It wouldn't just be for your graduation.

Generally the only time Yoongi showed up was to crash on your brother's couch for a few nights or to stroll through the memories he had in this town.

"He's hanging out with Namjoon and a few of my friends, Taehyung and Jimin, you remember them right?"

Yoongi nodded and put his hands in his pocket.

"Good kids, I remember them. I also remember a rascal named Jungkook trailing after them like he ran the place. Little shit, but, a good kid just like all the guys you hung around," he said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

"What are you doing back?" you asked, finally getting the question you wanted so bad out in the open. Yoongi took a long drag off his cancer stick before blowing the smoke away from you, so not to be rude.

"I had a feeling you might not remember, so I brought the note with me, and there was when you were crying on my jacket, but you'll remember after you read the note."

After stomping out his cigarette he reached into his pocket and pulled out a very yellow looking piece of paper. He held it out for you, obviously wanting you to read it. So you did, taking it from his hands.

It was your hand writing, oddly enough.

~

Oppa,

I know you are leaving soon and I would like to give you a gift...

The gift is me.

Please take my virginity.

I'll wait for you as long as it takes.

~

Your mouth dropped open and you looked up at Yoongi with a smugass grin on his face.

"Where the hell did you get this!?" you squealed, slapping his arm in embarrassment. All he did was laugh as you continued to beat him.

"You left it on my dresser the morning I was supposed to leave for a year to tour Europe. You had just turned legal and you were so cute," he said with such a innocent joy in his eyes.

"I-I... Oh my God!" You yelled, covering your face.

It was all coming back to you now.

-_-_-_-_-_-

You had been drinking.

Had it been a good idea?

Hell no.

But was it fun?

Fuck yes.

You were stumbling around in a party that Taehyung was hosting and there was a boy who had been eyeing you all night.

Maybe you should go talk to him.

You managed to get towards him before you stumbled and fell into a familiar pair of tobacco smelling arms.

Yoongi gazed at you with moderate annoyance and concern.

"Princess, how much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked, pulling you back up on your feet, even though it wasn't going to do you much good, considering how wobbly you were.

"Only a lot!" you giggled, hiccuping at the end of your sentence.

Yoongi looked around and didn't see your brother, so it was time to take on his role.

Taehyung had conveniently walked past Yoongi.

"Tae, let J know that I have Princess here, she's way too hammered to go home. Her mother would kill her."

Tae nodded and walked off in search of your brother. Yoongi picked you up and a few people helped him get you out to his car, considering you weren't particularly feeling ready to leave the party yet.

Finally everyone had you in the vehicle and Yoongi took off. The ride was silent and eventually he made it to his house.

Yoongi came around the back and picked you up, carrying you into his house. You were slowly sobering up, but it was a process. You didn't feel as wobbly anymore, but you still felt a little too flirty for your own good.

"Oppaaaa," you drew out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Now Princess, don't play with me when you're drunk," he warned, setting you down on his bed. "I'm going to crash out on the couch, sleep tight Princess. Drink a lot of water tonight, even if you don't want to."

He turned to leave before he heard clothing hitting the floor.

Yoongi honestly was afraid to see you naked.

He wasn't sure if he could control himself if he did, but he had a rule about sleeping with people who couldn't consent.

But, turn he did, and what he saw was you there with tears running down your face and your shirt on the floor and you working on getting your bottoms off.

Yoongi rushed over and stopped you progress.

"Princess, why are you stripping and crying. It's a rather an odd combination."

"I want you to sleep with me, Oppa," you said, looking up at him with your teary eyes.

Yoongi was torn between his morals and the desire of finally having you the way he'd wanted since he'd taken your first kiss from you earlier in the year.

"I can't do that, Princess," he said, picking up your shirt from the floor.

"Is it because you don't feel that way about me? Or do you not want to have sex with a virgin?"

Your bold statement had sent a hot rush through his veins, but, he wasn't going to budge.

"It's because you're drunk, Princess, now lay down and go to bed," he said, coaxing you towards the bed.

You flung your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. Yoongi stood stock still as you worked your plush lips against his own. He couldn't resist kissing you back. You were too addicting for him to say no too.

You were worse than his cigarettes. His pot. His alcohol.

After a few minutes of kissing, you started pulling him towards the bed, but he pulled back and you pouted, looking at him with sad eyes.

"No means no Princess, it's not gonna happen, no matter how many kisses you give me," he said, pulling your hands off of him.

"You really don't find me attractive," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Princess, believe me, if you weren't drunk, you would be on this bed, legs spread faster than your mind could process," he murmured, imagining how good the sight would be in his head.

Yoongi watched as tears started flowing down your face. He brought you into his arms and held you close, rubbing your bare skin to help soothe your fit.

Eventually you calmed down and Yoongi pulled you back to wipe your eyes.

"It'll all be alright, don't worry about anything Princess. But right now, you need to sleep," he said, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Sleep with me," you said bluntly.

"Can't do that, Princess. You're still so young, and you're drunk. I don't want to fuck up your life before it even begins," Yoongi said.

"Then, on my graduation day... Will you sleep with me then?"

Yoongi mulled this over in his head.

"If you want me on that day, then yes, I'll sleep with you, will you go to bed now?"

"A kiss to seal the promise," you said, presenting your lips to him. He walked forward and pressed his hot mouth against your own. You sighed in pleasure before wrapping your arms around his neck. Yoongi tensed for a moment, ready to fight off your advances, but you simply kept your lips against his and continued to kiss him.

The two of you laid down and he wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell asleep in his embrace.

-_-_-_-_-

"You seem to remember that night now," Yoongi said with a smug look on his face. You squealed and beat his arm.

"Is that the only reason you came back!? To get laid!? You shithead!"

Yoongi simply grabbed your wrists and held you off, laughing at your anger.

"No, I truly came back because my mom needed my help down at the shop, but your graduation fell around this time, so I stuck around a little longer than she needed me, just to see if you remembered that little memory," he said laughing. "Anyways, I do need to get going, it was really good to see you Princess, honestly that look on your face will keep me laughing for months," he said, moving away from you and starting to head down the road.

You weren't sure when you would see him again.

Would you ever?

He was known to be such a drifter some people haven't seen him in five years where other's saw him once and never saw him after that. Like breath on the mirror he seemed to fade from existence itself.

"Oppa!"

Yoongi froze, turning around.

"What is it now Princess?" He asked, seeming like he really did need to go somewhere.

"M-Meet me under the bleachers tonight? Just like old times? I want to hang out with you," you said, silently holding your breath while you waited for his answer.

"Sure, I'll see you around 9:00."

With that, he walked down the road, fading over the horizon and you couldn't help but wonder if that was going to be the last time you ever saw him...

And you didn't even get to kiss him this time.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was 10:30, you had been waiting here for over two hours, seeing as how you arrived here way before Yoongi told you to meet him here.

This was his usual M.O. He was always super late to things.

Just as you were about to forget it and just leave, footsteps started approaching the bleachers.

Yoongi appeared from the front and you gave him a big smile. He walked over and gave you a hug before leaning back and lighting up a cigarette.

"Those things kill people you know."

"God I hope so."

That was Yoongi's normal answer. Always cynical and depressing, but he had his moments of happiness. That was generally when he was shitfaced or high as a kite.

Or, when you said something cute that made him laugh.

"It's late, you're still waiting, I was tempted to just show up at your house. But I thought I would check here first," he said, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

"Remember when they kicked you off the basketball team cause they caught you smoking?" You asked, taking the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out on the ground.

"Yes, they lost their best player, heard they haven't done well since I was on the team. Is that dumbass still the coach?" He asked, pulling another cigarette out from his pocket. You snatched it and flung it in the opposite direction.

"You know I hated it when you smoked, so don't do it in front of me," you said, crossing your arms.

Yoongi simply chuckled and nodded, keeping his hands away from his pockets.

"Why did you want to meet me? I am planning on going in the morning, early too. Even if that means I have to haul my ass out of bed at 8:00."

"When will you be back?" You asked, looking into his eyes.

"Not sure, maybe never, there's not much left for me here. Probably come back every so often to visit mom and dad, but other than that," he said, looking like he was thinking of more reasons to come home.

"What about Hoseok and the boys?"

"We have a group chat and Hoseok is going to college in the city, you know that. Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves.

"Because-"

RING RING...

RING RING...

Yoongi's phone went off and he answered it quickly.

"Hello?"

He started walking along the fence line, you following him quickly.

"I don't have time, leaving in the morning and don't really want to stick around longer than I need to, especially not because I'm hungover."

Probably a party invitation. Yoongi always got invited to any one he wanted, partially because all the girls wanted a good lay and Yoongi was a good supplier of alcohol for the kids who came to the party. It was a good way for Yoongi to make some spending money from the students who didn't really know how much alcohol cost.

This conversation was going on longer than expected. Whatever it was, this person seemed to wrap Yoongi's attention to them and it was starting to piss you off.

His attention should be on you right now, you had something kind of important to discuss...

The longer he spoke on the phone, the more you got pissed off at whoever was on the other line.

What the fuck took twenty minutes to talk about!?

"H-Hang on man. Hey Princess, I'm just going to go, alright? You have my number, if can we talk about what you needed to ask me some other time?"

"Y-Yeah, sure... I-I mean, I guess," you said, buckling under the pressure of importance.

Yoongi patted you on the head and started walking down the street.

Did that really just happen?

Did you let your opportunity to lose your virginity to the man you had loved since Sophomore year just walk away from you?

Because of a fucking phone call!?

Your mind was racing and you palms were sweating.

What could you do? He was getting further and further away, and you were certain you were going to loose him if you didn't start chasing after him soon.

Your feet started forward, and before you knew it you were running.

It felt like every step closer you took towards him the further and further he got from you.  But you were determined to catch him, so catch him you would.

There was a cross walk that made you stop before the light turned green for you, he was stuck there right now, this was your chance to catch him.

Yoongi started walking forward, but you bursted towards him. Your lungs burned for air and your legs were tired from the running, but you were so close to him you could smell his cologne,

You had him.

As hard as you could, you pulled his arm back and swung him around to face you. Yoongi stumbled and almost hauled off and punched before he saw who was hanging onto him.

"Princess? What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, looking at you with an odd look on his face.

Without any warning you pulled him to your lips, finding them just as warm and pleasurable as they had been when you were younger.

Yoongi was stock still once you pulled away, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"Sleep with me," you said, trying to get the shaking in your limbs under control.

Yoongi looked at you with shock in his eyes, but hung up the phone anyways.

"Sorry, I-I've gotta be hearing things, did you just tell me to sleep with you?" he questioned, giving you an incredulous look.

"I am asking you, Min Yoongi to take my virginity. Right. Now."

Yoongi's eyes enlarged a little bit before he swallowed thickly and looked towards you.

"Are you sure you want it to be me? I'm not that great, Princess, I mean in general. In bed I'm great, but, in general I'm kind of a cynical asshole if you haven't noticed," he said, staring at your lips obviously longing for more.

"I'm positive, Oppa. It has to be you," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down and took your lips in a possessive kiss before pulling back and holding you in his arms.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll have."

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was simple enough, but him kissing you on his couch was immensely terrifying.

This was it, you were going to lose your virginity!

To the man you've harbored a crush on for almost four years!

Yoongi was being oddly respectful. You remembered having to stop him a few times back in high school, he was always a little handsy, but never went further than was pleasurable. He'd always made you think about it in your mind. If you really wanted to go that extra step with him.

His hands started to go down your body, following the natural curves of your form. You gave a soft little moan and you could feel him smiling against your lips.

"So responsive, I can't wait to see what you have under that skirt for me," he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You can look," you said, pulling your skirt up to your stomach to reveal your clothed center. You had picked out dark purple lace panties to go with your dark bra for the evening. Yoongi stared at you for a long time, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You leaned forward and shut his mouth for him.

"Put your mouth to better use for me," you said, surprisingly dominant.

Yoongi scoffed and surged forward, attaching his lips to your core. You moaned and arched your back forwards. The feeling of his hot lips against your center was almost too good to be true. He hooked his fingers in the strap of your panties and snapped them, making you squeal slightly.

"God, no one has touched you like this... I'm the first, holy fuck this is so hot, Princess," he moaned.

You watched as he disappeared underneath your skirt, a pair of panties emerging a few moments later.

A rush of cold air hit your center and your cringed away from the feeling. Yoongi smiled and blew over your center, watching you squirm and writhe from the sensations he supplied.

You wanted him to do it already!

What was he waiting for?

"O-Oppa..."

Yoongi lifted his head and you looked into his beautiful eyes. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips against yours, much to Yoongi's surprise. He had forgotten how much you actually enjoyed kissing.

"Please touch me," you breathed, yearning for him to do something. Anything.

Yoongi did as you asked and moves his thumb down your opening, dipping slightly in your entrance to gauge how wet you were. Yoongi was surprised to find that you weren't that wet at all.

"Baby, does what I'm doing not feel good? You need to tell me before we go any further, I have lube if you want me to get it-"

You gripped his sleeve and stopped him from leaving you.

"No, I'm fine. Please just....use your mouth to get me wet...."

Yoongi's eyes sparkled because of the slightly erotic words you were using. Without needing to be told twice, Yoongi surged forward and placed his lips on your pussy. The heat was immeasurable and the pleasure was twice that if possible. Yoongi moved his tongue along the folds of your lower lips and over the bundle of nerves that sat at the top of your flower.

His tongue was doing an erotic dance with your womanhood and it felt incredible. Yoongi moaned as more and more of your juices started coming from you. You tasted like heaven and sin all at once.

He knew this was wrong.

He didn't deserve you in your worst moments, and this was probably one of your best.

But he didn't give a fuck about deserving shit right now, because you wanted him. You chose him out of all the other men that you could've done this with. Not Jimin, not Taehyung or Jungkook. Fuck not even that TA that you had been crushing on for a few months Jin. It was him.

And that was what made this moment important to him. It mattered to him, because it was important to you.

Yoongi started sucking and pulling on your lower lips, making little growls of approval whenever you bucked your hips towards his mouth or when you grabbed his hair out of sheer bliss.

He could feel you getting closer and closer by the way you were shaking, soon you would be over that edge and you would be wet enough to take him.

That's where he got worried.

You were a virgin.

It generally hurt for a girl's first time and you were almost as innocent as they came. Of course you'd kissed before, but not like this and no one had intruded on your innocence except Yoongi.

He didn't want you to feel pain. And the wrenching in his gut was that it was going to feel so good to him.

It was almost barbaric to him for you to experience such pain while he got innumerable amounts of pleasure.

But right now, he was focused on giving you a well deserved orgasm.

He sucked on your clit harshly, watching you thrash underneath him as he nibbled and swirled your little pearl about with his tongue. Your grip on his hair tightened and he knew this was it.

It was go time. He took his thumb and started massaging your outer lips before sucking on your clit hard. You shouted and started to shake. Yoongi watched as you came undone before his eyes.

It felt so good. So incredible good. The wire that had been tightening in your stomach for what felt like years was finally released.

Yoongi lapped at your slightly swollen center to help ease you through the sensations.

You were sweating and you looked down at Yoongi between your legs. His eyes were blown and he looked at you like you were a meal and he hadn't eaten in days.

Finally he was up and on his knees, undoing his belt and flinging it to the floor. You watched as he stripped himself of his clothes, almost teasingly as he kept his pants on just not done up fully.

You quickly sat up and pulled off your clothes, not even caring where they landed on the floor. Yoongi was on top of you quickly afterwards and kissing you desperately.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," he moaned as he kissed down your neck and to your chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and started to suckle. You moaned and arched your back into the sensations.

His warm mouth was encasing the sensitive skin and all you could do was hold onto his neck and moan out your pleasure.

Yoongi grabbed your hips and spread your legs again, rubbing himself against your center. You moaned his name and grabbed his shoulders.

He was hot and ready to fuck you.

There was little time wasted as Yoongi pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing his large cock to you. You couldn't help the blush that erupted over your face, but you remained still, watching as he rolled a condom over his length.

"Alright Princess, are you ready?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

"I'm ready," you whispered, placing your hand on his cheek. Yoongi leaned into your touch and kissed your palm.

You felt him line himself up with your entrance and you tensed slightly, waiting for the pain to start.

"Baby," he whispered. You jumped at the sound of his voice and Yoongi could tell you were scared.  "You can't tense up like that, I won't be able to put it in if you do that. Just relax, the more you relax the less it will hurt," he said with such sensitivity you instantly relaxed naturally.

Yoongi waited until you calmed down a little bit before pushing forward and watching your features for any discomfort.

It felt odd, having him fill you up. There was a stinging pain that started to become more and more prevalent the further he pushed in.

He was careful as his hips slowly met yours. Yoongi looked into your eyes as tears slowly streamed down your face.

"Omo, don't cry, you need to tell me if it hurts. I can pull out-"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.  He responded quickly and kept still inside of you.

"Move, Oppa, it's alright," you encouraged, shifting your hips upwards slightly. He groaned but pulled back before entering you again. A rush of pain and pleasure went through your core.

You were so full.

It was all you could think about. Yoongi being inside of you was such a different experience. It felt amazing. Not just the sex itself, but the fact that you got to be this close to him.

You wondered why he didn't do this sooner. Why did you do this sooner?

But you had been waiting for Yoongi all this time in your heart.

You'd had boyfriends who obviously wanted to play around, but you never let them. Maybe in your heart you knew that you wanted Yoongi. Your body only wanted him to have this moment with you. And you've known it since you were younger.

He started to move a little faster. This skin of your thighs and the skin of his hips making a lewd smacking sound that echoed through the night. The pain was almost gone, just slightly stinging if he went too hard.

But it all felt so good. You were moaning loudly and grabbing onto his shoulder.

You remember when the two of you were younger and he had this platinum blonde hair that suited him so well. He looked like an angel. But right now his hair was black with hints of blue in it.

He looked older and more mature, less ethereal and childlike.

But he was still Yoongi, and right now, he was yours.

Your were incredibly tight around him. He wasn't sure if he was going to last long at all. It had been months since he'd had sex period. But he couldn't remember the last time he had sex with a virgin except for his first time.

Yoongi was panting above you with effort, droplets of sweat running down his face and spine. You ran your hands down his back and placed your hands on his waist, letting him fuck into you as hard or as deeply as he wanted.

You'd never felt more connected to someone in your entire life. He was inside of you and he was so thick and hard that the only thing really registering in your mind was the pleasure he was delivering to you.

He was starting to groan louder.

"Oh fuck, ___, you're so tight," he said, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut in what looked to be pain.

"Y-Yoongi-oppa, it feels so good, don't stop!"

Your shrill voice echoed through the room and Yoongi bucked into you particularly hard. The pain erupted in your stomach and you sat up to grab onto him.

Yoongi rolled so he was in a sitting position as well and you worked yourself on top of him. He placed his hands on your hips as to guide you along his shaft in a pleasurable way for both of you.

He felt even bigger now, if that was possible.

How could he even begin to feel this incredible inside of you.

"Tell me you're gonna cum soon baby, please, I don't think I can hang on much longer," he moaned, kissing your breasts with tender affection.

"Close... So close..." You breathed. Yoongi smiled up at you at he started to slam into your pussy even harder than before.

"Take it, take my cock so good baby, oh fuck, gonna cum... Shit! Oh fuck," he groaned as his pace became erratic.

You could feel the tightness from earlier returning and you knew that you were about to let go.

"Yoongi! Yoongi!" you yelped as you felt yourself being thrown over the edge into sheer bliss.

He felt your walls clamp down on him as your orgasm took over and that was it for him. He groaned your name and slammed his hips into yours once last time before shuddering.

You slumped into his arms and Yoongi laid back on the bed, still throbbing inside of you.

The two of you were speechless for a few moments, simply panting and trying to calm your racing hearts.

"Oppa..." you whispered, looking at Yoongi who's eyes were closed.

"Mmm? What is it princess?" He asked, peeking one eye open.

"Thank you... For, uh... Well..."

Yoongi slowly pulled out of you and got up, rolling the condom off of his softening length and throwing it into the garbage.

"Princess, it was my pleasure," he said, throwing you a shirt and pulling his boxers back on. He was searching through his pants and grabbed a cigarette, lighting in and putting it in his mouth as he blew the smoke away from you.

"Min Yoongi you but that damn thing out right now or I will smoke it for you," you growled.

"What did you just call me Princess?" he asked, getting closer to you.

"I called you by your name, now put the damn cigarette out and come over here and cuddle with me," you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Yoongi wasn't one to say no to a good thing, so he quickly put the cigarette out and ran back to bed to wrap you up in his arms.

"You smell like cigarettes and sex," you complained as he kissed your head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

The room went silent before you looked up at him.

"Oppa... Are you going to leave tomorrow still?"

Your heart raced as you waited for his response.

"I do have business I need to take care of in the city, but that doesn't mean that I have to go alone," he said, looking down at you with a little smirk on his face.

"B-but what about my parents-"

"Hobi can call them and tell him your visiting him for the weekend. Come with me baby, I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

You blushed and kissed his cheek.

"Well, I guess," you said, before pulling him to your lips once more.

It was stupid to agree to go with him. The two of you were so young and ignorant to everything about this world.

But that's what made it special.

Because it would just be you, Yoongi and his trusty pack of Cigarettes that would get you through the long nights.

Owner - Part II

You couldn’t believe you’d said it.

 Reality was settling in very quickly. You’d taken in a hybrid boy that was no doubt younger than you. He’d told you his rough beginnings and how he was used to being taken advantage of, and here you were, taking advantage of him and his situation.

 Guilt washed over you, however Jungkook didn’t seem nearly as effected as you were.

 “How long for?”

 You thought about it.

“Maybe three months or so? Just to get my mother off my tail until her next vacation.”

 He nodded thoughtfully.

 “What does she know about your boyfriend so far?”

 “Just that he exists,” you said, placing your head on your hand.

 Jungkook nodded and leaned back against your counter, crossing his arms comfortably.

 “Makes my job a lot easier then,” he stated. “Although, if you don’t mind my asking, why do you need a pretend boyfriend in the first place. You’re not unattractive, so, what’s the deal?”

 “Your flattery is noted, but, honestly? My ex cheated on me. Got another girl knocked up and he left me to deal with his mess. Never seen the fucker look so happy,” you growled, clenching the water bottle in your hands.

 Jungkook seemed to notice your unease as he started to tense.

 “Sorry to hear that,” he said awkwardly, shuffling around, not focusing on you.

 “It’s done and over with now, not much I can do about it. He seems happier anyways,” you stated, ready to get off the topic of your ex.

 You walked over and approached him, looking at his injuries in a better light.

 “We need to clean these up, I don’t want them getting infected,” you mentioned, heading towards the bathroom. Jungkook followed you quickly, looking for an excuse to stay longer.

 You had him get on the kitchen counter and you got between his legs. You began to clean up the more minute cuts that didn’t need that much attention before going towards the larger ones. Jungkook sat quietly, only flinching a few times when you touched a bruise or swiped a cut with fresh alcohol.

 Seeing someone like this hurt you normally, but seeing someone who had a tough life to begin with being beaten up in such a manner didn’t sit well with you. You wanted to protect him, something very unlike you in the first place. You weren’t a protector; you were a coaster. Coasting through life and trying to make it mean something, or not, you didn’t really care anymore. Too many people had taken advantage of you in your life for you to care anymore.

 However, Jungkook was younger than you. It was plain as day in his eyes. And there was something to be said about the innocence and ignorance of youth.

 You finished cleaning up the rest of his injuries and started putting things away. Jungkook remained sat on the counter and silent, almost as if he was afraid to say anything else.

 “Where are you staying?”

 You asked to break the awkward silence that was almost suffocating you.

 When he didn’t respond you looked back at him and noticed he was looking down at the bandage on his hand with a distant look on his face. You approached him slowly and snapped your fingers in front of his eyes. Jungkook quickly looked up and around, almost as if he had forgotten where he was for a moment, but then he found your face and seemingly relaxed.

 “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, what did you say?”

 You cleared your throat, “I asked where you were staying.”

 Jungkook sighed and hopped off the counter, you were surprised how close you were in height. Your ex was shorter than you, most of them were, but Jungkook probably stood a few inches higher than yourself.

 “Currently? A bench, maybe a motel if I can scrape the money together in time to go in for a few nights or so. But generally I sleep wherever I happen to pass out. I’ll get woken up by somebody tapping me on the leg and handing me a few dollars to get myself something to eat. These good looks do get me something at least,” he smiled.

 How could someone who was homeless be smiling like that? Sleeping on a bench or some shitty motel for a week? What the fuck kind of life was that?

 “How about a deal then?”

 This seemed to pique his interest.

“What kind of deal,” he pressed, leaning forward on the counter that separated the two of you.

 “You be my fake boyfriend, don’t get into any trouble and behave around here, you can stay,” you said, placing your hand on your hip, letting him reason with the offer.

 Jungkook was silent for a few moments.

 “Do you mean that I get to live here, with you if I pretend to be your boyfriend?”

 You nodded.

 “If you impress my mom this weekend then you can stay,” you said. Jungkook’s butt started to move rather quickly. You took notice. “Um, what’s that?”

 You pointed towards Jungkook’s behind. He turned and looked down and flushed slightly.

 “Sorry, it happens when I get excited…”

 He reached around and grabbed onto something.

 That something just happened to be a tail.

 “Oh my God, you’re kidding me,” you said, walking over to look at the appendage.

 “Well, what did you think? A hybrid just had the ears. No no, we have all sorts of things in common with dogs. I can smell super well, and I’m pretty strong as well. Not to mention endurance,” he winked. You simply rolled your eyes and listened to him go on. “Can’t eat a lot of chocolate either… It makes me sick. Other than that, I’m just like your average human-oh…”

 At some point in the middle of him talking about himself you had focused on his tail. You wondered if it felt soft. It certainly looked like it did. So, you reached out and placed your hand on it.

 The fur there was silky smooth and so soft. It was like petting a fur rug! You smiled and continued to rub along his tail, slowly moving your fingers through the tendrils of fur.

 Jungkook was silent. You were curious as to why he shut up, you were imagining he wasn’t going to be the silent kind of person when he started chatting.

 “Are you going to continue?”

 You asked, wondering why he finally had become quiet.

 “M-My tai-l… F-Feels good,” he groaned, resting his head on his forearms against the counters, you saw his hips rutting slightly towards the wood of your island. It was then you noticed that he was whimpering. You thought maybe you were hurting him, but he just said it felt good.

 Confusion swirled in your mind as you slowly kept running your fingers along his tail.

 “If you k-keep doing that, I won’t b-be-ah! Be able to control mys-self,” he said, shaking ever so slightly.

 “What do you mean?”

 You turned and you saw his eyes filled with lust.

 “It means I might fuck you right against this counter,” he growled.

 You yanked your hand away from his tail like it was on fire.

 “Yeah, let’s avoid that happening like the plague,” you said, putting your hands behind your back awkwardly. Jungkook simply rested his head on the counter and tried to calm himself down.

 Not knowing what to do you simply stood there, waiting for him to say something.

 If he had the ability to speak, that is.

 “Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his temples.

 “What is it?” you asked, approaching him.

 “I’m still hard as a rock,” he said, keeping his hips towards the counter. You tried to keep your face neutral, but it was hard to do so.

 “Um, well, do you want to uh, use my shower? I’m sure a cold shower would help,” you said. Jungkook nodded and went to walk past you. You accidentally collided with his front as you both went in the same direction at the same time.

 And boom.

 It happened.

 You kneed him in the nuts.

 “Oh my fuck!”

 He shouted, falling to the ground holding his now shrinking hard on as he went down.

“Jungkook!”

 You shouted, quickly crouching down to see if he was alright. You placed your hands on his shoulders and tried to assess the damage you had caused.

 “Oh my God, you literally are going to kill me,” he coughed, tears in his eyes.

 “I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

 After a few minutes of breathing and trying to not throw up, Jungkook was feeling like himself again.

 Guilt washed over you again during that night. It was becoming to feel like an old friend in Jungkook’s presence. You watched over him as he seemed to recover, getting him a glass of water to help with the pain.

 “Are you feeling a little bit better?” You asked, rubbing his shoulder.

 “I think so, my God, if that’s what you’re like in the bedroom I’m going to have to pass,” he said, holding himself still in a protective manner.

 You rolled your eyes and concluded that if he was feeling well enough to sass you, then he must be fine.

 “You can still use the shower if you need to,” you said, standing up.

“Trust me, there’s no longer a need for that.”

 You stifled your laugh at his sour tone. However, you remained neutral in the situation and tried your best to keep from embarrassing or injuring him any further.

 “There’s a room down the hall if you want it. I normally use it for whenever my mom comes over, but, she hardly stays the night, so… If you want it, it’s yours,” you said, finally getting off your heels from the day.

 A thumping sound echoed throughout the house.

 You turned to see Jungkook’s tail thumping on the ground excitedly as he peered down the hall, examining what would be his own space.

 “Really? I’ve never had my own room before,” he said, cocking his head to the side.

 A bad taste lingered in your mouth at how he was so accustomed to being a second class citizen.

 “Are you hungry?” You asked, setting a pot on the stove, conceding that you probably weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

 “Yes!”

 He slowly pulled himself to his feet, seeing how badly his business was damaged. Jungkook strolled over and looked over your shoulder to see you making some ramen. You could feel air rushing over your legs and you noticed yet again that his tail was wagging.

 “Are you going to control that thing or do I have to grab it again?”

 He winced at the thought.

 “That might be the most painful boner I will ever experience, but if you want to touch it I’m not going to stop you,” he said, playfully.

 The room settled into silence, and you would have forgotten he was there if not for the air chilling your legs under your skirt.

  “Have you ever had a girlfriend before Jungkook?” You asked as the two of you were sat at the dinner table.

 It was cute to watch him hoover down something so enthusiastically. You weren’t sure when he ate last, but he was acting as if it had been forever. Even if it was something as simple as ramen.

 Jungkook slurped up some more noodles before answering you. With a full mouth.

 “Nope, but I’ve fucked plenty of women so, what else is there to know?” he asked, looking up at you with broth dribbling down his face. It was like looking after a child, almost. Except this child was mouthy and perverted.

 And undeniably attractive.

 You reached forward with a cloth and wiped his chin, not being able to help your obsessive nature for cleanliness.

 “There’s a lot more to dating than having sex, Jungkook. There’s dates that you go on, sweet things you do to show your love for one another and things of the like. You need to know the person inside and out. And not in the weird way I know you’re thinking of,” you reprimanded.

 He snorted and finished his third bowl of ramen for the night. Or, should you say, early morning.

 “So, what kind of woman is your mom?” he asked, nursing a glass of water you had given him.

 “She’s kind enough, not particularly rude. She’s used to getting what she wants and doing next to anything to achieve that. I hardly had a say in what I did while growing up, but I know she only did it because she wanted what’s best for me, although I’ve never really forgiven her for that,” Jungkook nodded thoughtfully while you continued. “She enjoys the fancier things and being impressed. Manners are a must around her. She loves seeing someone who is infatuated with me, because then she knows that I am being cared for. Although, make no mistake, my mother is no fool. You don’t get to where she is by being an idiot, so tread lightly,” you said, placing your hands on a coffee mug that sat in front of you, staving off the exhaustion that was creeping into your bones.

 “Do I have to hide the fact that I’m a hybrid?”

 You shook your head.

 “My mother isn’t one to judge on appearances in people, only places. If there’s one thing about my mother I will commend her on, it’s that she isn’t racist,” you said, sipping the scalding liquid with mild interest.

 “Cool,” he answered. “So, how long have we been together?”

 “Seven months,” you responded with, trying to remember how long you and your ex had been together before he went and ruined it all.

 “That’s a long time,” he said off-handedly. You weren’t sure if it was or not, but, you decided that it was indeed a long time. You forgot how much time you actually spent with your ex… How long he had been in your life for.

 “It sure is…”

  You woke up the next afternoon in your bed sweating bullets.

 Honestly, it was stifling in the room.

 You moved to get up, but felt yourself unable to move. Panic settled underneath your skin as you started to thrash and push away from whatever was holding you down.

 “Aish, would you quit moving?”

 A voice from behind you made your whole body go still. It was then you realized what was keeping you on the bed. An arm, wrapped securely around your waist. You turned to see Jungkook, nestled into your bed happily.

 SMACK.

 THUD.

 Jungkook yelped as he hit the floor. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head in muttled confusion.

“What the fuck?” he asked, slowly waking up.

 “That’s what I should be asking! What the fuck do you think you’re doing sleeping in my bed, with me!” You shouted, holding the pillow up as a weapon.

 “You fell asleep at the table this morning so I brought you in here. I was so tired from everything I must’ve fallen asleep next to you, Jesus Christ, do you have a kink for hurting people?” he accused, standing up.

 You looked down and saw that all of your clothing was still on and so were his.

 “Well, I hope you slept enough because today is the day it starts,” you said, getting out of bed and walking around to help pull him off the ground.

 “The day what starts?” he asked, looking into your eyes with curiosity.

 “Boyfriend training.”

Omg I'm so ready for what you do with Owner! I am excited (also love your writing btw)

Thank you so much! I’m glad to have a series to work on instead of just writing one shots. I have a few other ones in the works as well!

And thank you so much! 

With Love,

Jessika

Owner - Part III

Jungkook looked at you with a funny sort of grimace on his face.

 “Why do I need training, I know what dating is,” he said indignantly. You gave him a soft smile, but looked at him directly.

 “My mother will destroy you before you even walk up to say hello, we need to make sure she has nothing to complain about,” you said. Jungkook gave a sour expression. But, put his hands up in compliance You nodded and walked up to him, looking at his dirty clothing. You turned up your nose at the way he smelled. “You seriously need a bath. How can you stand to smell like that?” you announced, holding you hand to your nose dramatically. Jungkook scoofed and looked at you with prideful eyes.

 “It’s my natural musk, the ladies go crazy for it,” he said with his chest puffed out. It was your turn to scoff now.

 “If your natural musk smells like that you’ll be lucky to get me in the same room as you,” you said. Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

 “I love a challenge babe,” he said. Without warning you pulled a water bottle off the counter and sprayed him swuare in the face. Jungkook yelped and sputtered in response to your attack. A smile spread across your face as you watched him flail. “What the fuck!?” he asked after the initial shock of the situation had worn off.

 “Anytime you make a mistake or do something my mother wouldn’t like, you get sprayed,” you said with a happy smile on your face.

 “You’re a freakin’ sadist!” he exclaimed wiping at his face with displeasure.

 “Shall we start? Or does that bench look more appealing now?” you teased. Jungkook shook his head and sat down at the table. “First things first,” you started, sitting down as well. “You need to know everything about me,” you stated. Jungkook nodded in agreement before setting his hands down on the table.

 “Like what?” he asked.

 “You need to know my favorite things, like food, tv shows colors,” you started bringing out a notebook with your likes and dislikes scribbled down. Jungkook eyed the book like it was his enemy, but remained silent otherwise. “My favorite color is the same blue as the lake near my childhood home,” you started.

 “That’s oddly specific. Sure you aren’t trying to sabotage me?” he questioned.

 “You catch on fast, but, that is my favorite color,” you confirmed. Jungkook sighed and put his feet up on the chair next to him. You quickly lifted the spray bottle and nailed him right in the shoulder. Jungkook jumped and his feet landed directly on the floor. A triumphant grin crept across your face.

 “What did I do? I didn’t even say anything that time!” he yelled in frustration.

 “Don’t put your feet on the furniture, it’s rude,” you chastised without lifting your eyes from the book in front of you. Jungkook huffed and pulled at his damp shirt, exasperated by your idea of ‘training’.

 “This is horseshit.”

 Another spray.

 “Really?” he asked, his fringe now damp from all the moisture in his hair.

 “Swearing is rude in the presence of a lady,” you said, again, without looking up.

 “Maybe that bench wasn’t so bad…”

 You couldn’t help the soft giggle that fell from your lips. He kept his feet off the furniture as you continued down your list. He was a fast learner; you’d give him that. He listened as you went throughout your booklet and kept the information flowing. However, you wouldn’t miss those snide remarks and soft comments that he tried to keep to himself.

 Spray.

 “Come on! I definitely didn’t say anything that time!” he shouted. You shrugged and kept your eyes trained downwards.

 “Warning shot,” you said.

 “Warning shots aren’t supposed to hit the person you’re warning,” he complained.

 “Must’ve missed that part,” you announced. “Now, onto medical knowledge,” you said, grabbing some pills and what not and placing them before Jungkook. He eyed them with curiosity.

 “Why do I need to know your medical background?” he said in a whining tone. “Can’t we be done with training for today?”

 “Incase an emergency happens and my mom is around It’s look good for you to swoop in and save the day. Plus, if you’re living with me for three months, I think you have a right to know. What if something happens and I need your help?” you said, giving him a glance. Jungkook nodded, acknowledging your statement. You gathered up your medical records and handed them over. “I’m known to work myself sick, if you notice any of these symptoms, please get me to a hospital,” you said. Jungkook, surprisingly, took his time and read through the signs and causes carefully. “Also,” you remembered. “I’m sure we won’t encounter this, but might as well mention it anyways. I am deathly allergic to mangos.”

 Jungkook snorted.

 “What did the poor tropical fruit ever do to you?” he said. “Do you have any Benadryl or anything like that on hand just in case?”

 You shook your head. “I’ve kept it away from myself for years. So I don’t see the need,” you reasoned. Jungkook nodded and looked at the rest of your medications. He blushed when he came across birth control, but he quickly moved on.

 “Can you make me copies of theses?” he asked in such an innocent tone it made your heart jump slightly. You quickly regained control of your emotions with a clear of your throat.

 “Sure, I’ll do it at work on Monday,” you said, taking the papers back from him. Jungkook stretched, making his back make a grotesque popping sound. You cringed slightly, but forged ahead. So, anything I should know about you? Any oddly specific allergies?” Jungkook leaned forwards on the table. There was an intense gaze in his eyes and you briefly felt your heart rate increase.

 “I really don’t like spinach, haven’t ever since I was young,” he started. “No allergies I can think of. Not going to die if you feed me anything. I like going on walks. And, as clichéd as it sounds, I fucking hate cats. So please, keep them as far away from me as possible.” You were rushing to write these things down. Although, Jungkook kept prattling on. “There’s one medical thing, I guess if you could call it medical. Hybrids have these things called heat cycles. Once every three to four years we have roughly around a week where we’re incredibly horny. Just so you know, since I’m male, they happen more frequently. About every two years, and I didn’t go into heat last year…”

 You flushed at the statement. “So what does that mean?” you asked, playing coy. Jungkook didn’t seem to want to join in your game.

 “It means exactly what I hid in between the lines for you to find. However, since you want to play innocent, I’ll bite. It means that at one point this year I’ll have to leave and have a massive fuckfest. Either that or you could help me out,” he said, raising his eyebrows comically. You reached for the spray bottle and Jungkook lifted his hands in defeat. “Sorry, never mind. But anyways, I can generally feel when I’m about to go into heat so, I’ll be sure to give you a heads up.”

 You nodded and made a note in your book. “So what are things you do like? Besides walks?” you asked, readying your pen. Jungkook thought for a moment.

 “Well, I like meat. Any kind really. Watching movies, generally actions flicks. But under the right persuasion I’ll watch just about anything.” Jungkook continued naming all sorts of random things. Sometimes making you laugh, other times earning him yet another spritz. Although, you had to admit, he was very funny.

 Finally, Jungkook’s plethora of information came to an end. You nodded at the notebook, covered in your scrawl, You stood up, Jungkook followed suit.

 “Come on,” you said, heading towards the bathroom. Jungkook trotted after you, curiosity burned him as he followed you.

 “What are you doing?” he asked, peaking his head in the bathroom door.

 “Drawing you a bath, you stink,” you said, grabbing your bubble bath and throwing it in the tub. Jungkook eyed you.

 “Is this code for something?” he asked, walking inside the room.

 “I wish I had brought that spray bottle with me,” you breathed. Not waiting for you to leave or anything of the like, he began to strip. You shrieked and covered your eyes before turning your back to the man.

 Once you heard the splashing of water, you risked the glance. Jungkook was inside, his head almost fully submerged in the warm water. Thankfully there were so many bubbles, your eyes were safe from any surprises.

 “Ah! This feels amazing! The last time I had a bubble bath had to have been when I was a pup!”

 You watched as he enjoyed the water. You grabbed some of your favorite male scents that you had collected over the years. Jungkook saw you approaching and he looked at the bottles in your hands with interest.

 “What are those for?” he asked.

 “To make you smell nice so you don’t offend anyone when we go shopping later,” you said grabbing the shampoo and pouring a decent amount into your hand before lathering it and applying it to his head. Jungkook turned and your nearly got soap in his eye from the fast movement.

 “What are you doing?” I can do it myself,” he said, giving you an odd look. You flushed and awkwardly stood up.

 “Sorry, it’s a habit… Mom used to want me to wash her hair while she relaxed,” you said, heading towards the door. Jungkook seemed unfazed, however, while you tried to keep your composure.

 “Why are you leaving?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. You froze just before the threshold to your freedom. Your turned slowly and directed your gaze at his head.

 “Because you’re in the tub?” you said, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

 “That doesn’t mean you have to leave,” he said, send you a little wink. You shot him a glare that you hoped didn’t look ridiculous before getting ready to storm out. Unfortunately, you hadn’t realized how wet the floor was before you had started to move faster.

 “Y/N, slow down!” Jungkook shouted. But the warning didn’t slow your fall. A sickening ‘smack’ resonated throughout the room before you slowly faded into blackness…

  “Y/N! Y/N! Hey, can you hear me?” Jungkook’s worried voice filled your ears. Your head hurt and it was hard to see straight.

 “Ow…” you groaned, placing your hand on your head. Jungkook exhaled in relief at the sound of you speaking.

 “Christ, didn’t anyone ever teach you not to run on a wet floor? You scared the shit outta me!” he said, pulling you into an awkwardly damp hug. It didn’t register in your mind quite yet that he was naked.

 “Sorry,” you said, unable to really father your thoughts.

 “I’m just glad you aren’t dead!” he said.

 Suddenly, you heard the door in your apartment opening.

 “Y/N! I’m here early! I thought we could go to that little café around the corner for some tea and you can tell me all about your boyfriend before I meet him,” your mother’s shrill voice sounded from the hall. You glanced at Jungkook’s state of undress and quickly averted your eyes. Jungkook’s eyes widened and both of you look at the other and whispered…

 “Fuck…”