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Save My Seoul From Comfort | Chapter 1

Ot7 X Reader (eventually)

Summary: With nothing else left from your aunt but debt, you have no other choice but to start working as a prostitude. After all this time of loneliness, you may have found seven boys in the same situation as you who are set on changing all your lives.

Warning: This series might be distressing to some readers as it includes indirect description of sex trafficking and rape. I do not condone any scene that violates Human Rights, this is purely fiction and used to set light on an international issues.

Word Count: 2.8k

Genre: non-idol au, smut, fluff

Prologue

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The streets were full of life, people wandering everywhere, entering cafes, bars, and restaurants. It was a warm night, the air smelled of summer and fast food, and as you walked ahead the amount of lights that emanated from the stores gave you a sense of comfort. Contradicting the feeling that you had, feeling as if you had no other choice  tightened your chest, the feeling of no escape, nowhere to run. 

The store you were looking for could be seen from blocks away, luminescent, as if it metaphorically wanted to attract the flies to the fire. And there you were, walking through its doorstep with no other choice, with the necessity to comply with your needs.

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just saw your post and i’m excited. can you please write a taehyung x reader one. pseudo incest and dubcon and manipulation <3

lmao I'm so sorry everyone

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: intoxication, dub con, soft manipulation + corruption, pseudo incest, praise, degradation (only a little), creampie, tae is basically an angel (with horns)

"Easy there, baby."

You breathed in and out slowly, leaning on Taehyung while he sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He crouched down in front of you, searching your glassy, unfocused eyes with concern.

"How much did you have to drink?"

A few seconds passed. His expression darkened into disapproval as he watched you struggle to remember the answer to his question.

"A- a bit too much," you concluded at last.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that party."

"Taehyung, stop," you protested weakly. "You're not my father."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Then how about I go and get your father? I'm sure he'll be delighted to know that while he's working his ass off to get his daughter through college, she's busy sneaking out and drinking."

"That's not true," you whispered, but you were starting to feel queasy and it had nothing to do with the alcohol in your system.

"So I can tell him, then?" Taehyung asked. The tone of his voice was innocent, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes, like toying with you brought him some sick sense of satisfaction.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, capable of doing nothing more than shaking your head in answer.

Taehyung sighed. He reached out to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

"I just worry about you. I want what's best for you. You know that, right?"

He pressed a kiss into your cheek when you nodded and straightened up, proceeding to unbutton his black shirt. Your heart flipped in your chest. All of a sudden the spell broke, and you found the ability to voice your thoughts again.

"What are you doing?"

He slipped the silky material off his toned shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

"You need to wash up, baby," he said simply, leaning down to wrap an arm around you. "Here, let me help you."

Confusion made you feel so small next to him. You didn't protest when he lifted you up. But when his fingers grazed your thighs and he began lifting the hem of your dress, you squirmed, placing your hands on his chest.

"I can do it myself, Tae."

You tried to push him off you, though it was clear you were in no state to fight him. He arched an elegant brow.

"You can barely stand right now."

You shook your head, clumsily trying to stop his hands from reaching your dress again.

"Stop, you shouldn't-"

"I shouldn't what?" Taehyung questioned. His dark eyes burned into yours, his hands giving your thighs a squeeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I just want to take care of you, baby," he said, his voice so soothing it was almost hypnotic. "Isn't that what brothers do? Take care of their little sisters?"

You didn't understand why, but you froze. It might have been the tenderness in his voice, or the way his touch spread a wave of heat through your core. Either way, this time when he lifted your dress, you didn't try to stop him, and he rewarded your compliance with a kiss to your neck. It made your knees buckle.

He wrapped an arm around your waist again and pulled you close.

"Good girl."

You let him unclasp your bra. It joined his shirt on the floor, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable to the hunger in his eyes. At the very back of your mind, even with the liquor buzzing through you, you knew he should have looked away. But he stared openly as he pulled down your underwear, drinking in every new inch of uncovered skin like it was his holy grail.

You had no choice but to let him lead you into the shower. He was right; your knees felt too weak to hold up the weight of your own body, although you weren't quite sure if that could be blamed on the alcohol alone. The pressure of the water streaming down your skin was a pleasant rush. You closed your eyes, letting it wash over you. It was easier to bear the touch of Taehyung's hands in complete darkness. Like you could hide away from the mortification that came with getting wet as he held you against him. You couldn't help it; you were pressed together too intimately in the rising steam of the shower. His jeans did little to hide the hard on you could feel pressing into your lower back.

His breathing grew shallow by your ear as he poured soap onto your shoulders. He massaged it into your arms with great care, moving towards your neck softly.

"Good girl," he whispered again, wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat. He stroked it a few times, applying light pressure. The sensation made your pussy throb with an intense heat. It felt like he was rewarding you for being compliant in something so deviant; thanking you for letting him take advantage of you, so sweetly, fine hands wrapping around your breasts to touch them and knead them.

"Taehyung," you moaned, "I don't think-"

"You don't need to think," he tsked, biting on your earlobe. You shivered. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?"

His hand began a slow descent down your stomach. You clenched your thighs, a gush of wetness flowing down the flushed skin. He parted your swollen lips and found your clit, rubbing into it immediately with the pad of his finger.

You flinched in response to the touch, but Taehyung tightened his arm around you, trying not to groan at how wet you were for him.

"I'm just making sure you're clean, baby," he murmured hotly against your skin. Your hips buckled, the speed of his fingers increasing as he continued to rub you, relishing in the soft whines that were leaving your throat.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Take it just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to protest, shaking your head weakly, but your pussy dripped under his sinful ministrations, your spine tingling as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Almost done, baby," Taehyung reassured. "Almost done. Gotta make sure you're all nice and clean."

Your knees knocked against each other when your thighs shuddered, the tension in your stomach snapping and making you gush. He finally let himself groan into your ear, watching your pussy tremble under his fingers intently.

"Good girl."

He kissed your shoulders, then turned to grab some shampoo, taking his time to wash your hair. The feeling of his fingertips on your scalp could have lulled you to sleep, especially after he's just made you come. You sighed, all previous tension in your body gone, replaced by the warmth of his touch. It reminded you of your childhood, when he would wipe your tears away and kiss your skinned knees. With the way he was acting, you would have wondered if everything that happened moments ago was nothing more than a screwed up dream; but the pulsing in between your thighs was a real enough reminder. He must have sank all the way into your bones, because you could feel him everywhere, your skin tight with the heat he consumed you with.

He led you out of the shower and dried you first, not paying attention to his wet hair or jeans. He probably didn't even realize how good he looked, down on one knee, muscles on display as he rubbed your calf gently with a soft towel. For the first time in your life you found yourself admitting to wishing that his mum had never met your father, for the simple, selfish reason of being able to feel freely now, without guilt or doubt lurking in your ribs.

Taehyung didn't have such an issue. It didn't bother him in the slightest what title or whose surname you carried. What did it matter? You were happy being close to each other, and he made sure to keep an eye on anyone that had anything to say about it. No person, law or god was going to get in the way of this for him. Whether he had to get rid of a random stranger, your best friend, or take you far away from your parents never to be seen again. He's loved you for as long as he could remember.

You let him dress you and put you to bed, like a little girl. The strangest thing was that it didn't feel out of place at all. And when he left your side to turn off the light, you couldn't stand the aching longing that drummed in your chest. You fell apart under his touch like a house of cards; and now when his hands weren't on you something felt missing. You wondered when he managed to sneak this deep into your heart.

You knew he would probably be coming into bed with you. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but it certainly was for how he crawled underneath the covers right on top of you, settling himself in between your thighs. Now clad in just a white, cotton shirt and briefs, his hair already dry, he looked so soft. You didn't get to admire it, though, because your stomach was dropping rapidly, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him resting against your core; thick, heavy and rock hard.

You were so damn cute to think that the night was over.

Your hands reached to steady themselves over his shoulders. You pushed at them, all to no avail. Might as well have been pushing a boulder. Unmovable.

"Taehyung-"

He shushed you, covering you both up with the sheets, like that made what was going on underneath all okay. A burst of warmth flooded through your system when he pressed his lips to yours, July fireworks exploding behind your eyelids.

"Don't you trust me, baby?" He whispered. "I took care of you, didn't I?"

The experimental thrust that followed was deliciously sinful. His bulge rubbing up against you made your stomach jolt.

"You'll take care of me too, won't you?"

"Taehyung-"

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you again. This time his tongue invaded your mouth to taste you. He moaned into the kiss, like he just got something he's been waiting for longer than you could have imagined.

You melted under him, and as soon as you did his hips started rutting into you, his clothed cock twitching against your cunt. You mewled, the heat in your body becoming too overbearing when he pulled away to slide his briefs down in a hurry.

"Wait, wait!" You cried. Might as well have been talking to a boulder. He couldn't hear you at all.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, wasting no time in chasing the long awaited skin to skin contact. His eyes were stuck on your pink, glistening cunt as he palmed his cock. You placed your hand on your chest, willing to calm the erratic pounding of your heart. He was so pretty, but so thick.

With a hiss, he placed his shaft against your bare, swollen lips, sticky with arousal.

"You're so fucking tiny," he gritted. His cock jumped at the observation, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. You whimpered, your fingers curling around his biceps, like you still wanted to push him away despite how much you ached for his touch. This was so wrong in so many ways.

"Baby," he pleaded raspily, sucking a pretty bruise into your neck, a mess of teeth and tongue. "Let me put it in, yeah? Just the tip, I promise. Just the tip."

The constant pulsing in your core increased in intensity, arousal flowing out of you and covering Taehyung's cock all over. You could feel him twitch in response. He wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it against your clenching hole. The pressure felt divine.

"I just want to feel you, I promise."

He was breathless, his brows furrowed in concentration. He slid a few inches forward, the heat of your cunt enveloping the flushed, leaking tip snugly.  He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. Despite the fact that he continued to hump you, he never dared to slide in deeper, teasing you with a taste of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back.

"Mm, doesn't that feel good, baby?" He inquired. "Imagine how good it would feel if I slid all the way in. You'd be so full."

You moaned into his neck, shaking your head but spreading your thighs wide open, making him gasp above you.

"Good girl. I'll just - fuck," he swore, pushing himself deeper into you. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.

Taehyung bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. His strokes were soft, like those of a lover. So soft they didn't match the dirtiness of his actions.

"Not... Not fucking you, baby," he stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure. "Just- just need some relief. I'm not gonna come," he groaned. "Fuck, yeah," the words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. "F-fuck, I promise, baby. I won't come."

You whined, your head almost hitting the headboard as his thrusts sped up, rocking you deep into the mattress. You had given up in your attempts to stop him, only one thing stuck on your mind besides the pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't- don't come inside," you stammered, arching your back to let him hit you deeper. But combined with the request that only made Taehyung groan again. He leaned his forehead on yours, entwining your fingers. With his free hand he held on to your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

"I know you want me to fill you up," he whispered in between rushed, shallow breaths. "Gonna make you all mine, angel. And you'll take it all."

You tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.

"Oh f-fuck," he grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release years of pent up tension all down your tiny pussy, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.

"Come for me," he breathed out unsteadily, his hand slipping in between your bodies so he could start rubbing your clit again. "Be a good, little fuck toy. I know you want to."

He muffled your cries with a messy kiss, the thumping of the headboard against the wall growing frantic as you tightened around his cock. From the moment he sank inside you, he knew; nothing could ever compare to the wet, heavenly heat of your cunt, gushing and spent, all because of him. He followed you into oblivion with a deep, drawn out groan let out into your mouth. Releasing inside you felt even better; his cock twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body like he has spent years engraving himself into your soul.

He slipped out of you with a wince, sensitive but missing your warmth so much already. His chest heaved, hot breath washing over your face as he examined it.

"Good?" He asked.

You were so starry eyed, your cheeks flushed, but only an affirmative, incoherent mumble left your lips. Taehyung smiled, humming, pressing sweet kisses into your sweaty face.

"You're all mine now."

You sighed, your eyes shutting. You were already floating somewhere in between reality and dreams. It felt like he had hold on both dimensions, seeping into every corner your existence had even so much as ghosted with its presence.

You felt him cuddle up to you, wrapping both arms around your waist. You never felt as secure as you did when Taehyung held you; and if he got up and left after what just happened, you didn't think you could bear it. It was too late to feel guilty; you had fallen right into his trap some time ago, so steadily and slowly you didn't even notice. There was no denying these facts now, or the call of his heart to yours. A full moon that awakened all of his senses and gave him purpose, the only thing that has ever blessed his unholy soul.

In the morning he'd kiss your shame and worries away until you'd cry and beg him to fuck you again. He'd start taking you out on secret dates, making plans to pull you closer, step by step, until you were addicted to his mere presence. Just like he was to yours. Why still live with your parents, baby? Just move in with me. Don't you want more freedom? I'll take care of everything.

And you trusted him to do so. In the end, Taehyung always wanted what was best for you. And who'd know better than an older brother?

HII!! Just saw your post. Excited for Halloween! It woukd be so cool if you did a oneshot of the naknae line with con noncon, somnophilia and double penetration. I know this is super intense but hope you write it. :))

hi! ❤ so am I! oh honey, all I can say is: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy the ride lmao

pairing: maknae line x reader

genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au

warnings: mentions of corruption and manipulation, dub con, allusions to con noncon, somnophilia, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, a little bit of oral, slight degradation mixed in with praise, creampie

edited.

Your breathing was soft as the summer breeze as you slept, the fingertips tracing the curve of your spine even softer. It wasn't the first time you fell asleep cuddled up to Jimin, clinging to him like a kitten would to its owner. He never accepted your apologies afterwards; he was content holding you in his arms through the night. But in the dark, its shadows called to his own, your lowered guard and trust in him stirring something odd and ancient in his body.

"She's out like a light," he whispered, his slender fingers beginning to rub soothing circles into your back.

"Isn't she always?" Taehyung murmured sleepily.

He's been lying on the bed right beside you, one arm thrown over your waist. Movie nights with your roommates were a pretty common occurrence, a way for you to unwind after a long week of constant assignments. It wasn't the first time you dozed off during one of those, either, the tv already off to ensure that its light doesn't disturb you.

It was truly something special; to get along with the people you lived with, to be so close and comfortable you could just let go. It somehow didn't strike you as odd, the way your life outside your shared apartment seemed to start falling apart when you met. You were too busy seeking comfort, chasing stability; and they made sure to provide just that.

It didn't matter that your dates and friendships weren't working out anymore. It was all for a higher purpose, your own good, a bitter taste of reality they liked to soothe with sweet promises and reassurance. They knew what you needed; even if you didn't.

A sigh was let out against the nape of your neck as Taehyung shifted closer to you, his chest pressing against your back. It wasn't his intention to slide his hand beneath your shirt. It was an almost absentminded gesture, the caress of his palm on your stomach saturated with warmth, his lashes tickling your shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. He just wanted to feel closer to you, that was all. Though his body seemed more aware of his real thoughts and intentions than his heart, his stomach flipping and cock hardening slowly.

He couldn't help it; the curve of your ass hugged his growing length, separated by nothing but his jeans and your pretty little panties. You rarely ever went to sleep in anything that wasn't a big, comfortable t-shirt (usually one of theirs).

Laughter disguised as a puff of air tickled your neck as Jimin watched Taehyung press his hips into you.

"Can't you wait until she's out a little longer?"

Taehyung trailed his hand down to your ass, giving it a loving squeeze.

"What for? She sleeps like a log."

He would know.

Jimin hummed, watching Taehyung's hand trail back to your t-shirt. He lifted it with no hesitation, exposing your breasts to the preying eyes of the man whose embrace you fell asleep in so easily. Your nipples stiffened in the cool air. Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his dick that had started already when you dozed off.

Taehyung, on the other hand, didn't really seem to want to take his time, both of his hands groping your tits like he couldn't get enough. He caught a hardened bud in between two fingers, lazily switching between rolling and pinching. A visible shiver ran through you at the actions.

On the floor, Jungkook suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.

"Shit."

He blinked several times and sat up, puffy eyes immediately shifting to you, taking in the scene before him with a twinge of regret.

Not for the right reasons. What was right, and what was wrong, anyway? The lines blurred too much for him to tell. They were getting blurry for you, too.

"How long was I out?" He questioned, swallowing harshly, unable to look away from the way Taehyung played with you, heat spreading all the way from his neck to his abdomen.

"Long enough," Jimin whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.

Jungkook inched closer to the bed. He was already hard, entranced by the darkness and beauty mixing together into fireworks right before his eyes.

A small whimper escaped you.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side at the sound and sat up as well, gently lifting your knee. His eyes burned into the sight he was greeted with, cock twitching in his briefs. He could practically see the outlines of your pussy in the flimsy material of your panties, the wet patch on them never failing to take his breath away.

"Look at that," he murmured.

Jungkook leaned in. Even Jimin lifted his head. Both watched in anticipation as Taehyung pressed his finger into your wet, clothed clit, rubbing it in soft circles.

"You see that?" He asked, dark eyes stuck on your pretty cunt, unable to look away. "Sleeping like an angel, leaking like a whore. God, I love her."

Jimin's head fell back onto the pillow, a filthy, hushed groan leaving his lips. But he lifted it right back up when he heard the unbuckling of a belt, Taehyung's impatient fingers already pulling down his zipper.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Fuck no," Jimin shook his head, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "She's sleeping with me tonight. You got more than enough."

"Don't worry," Taehyung almost sneered, settling down to lie behind you again. "I won't get in your way."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, but the only answer he got was your panties being pulled aside. Taehyung's thick, stiff cock landed right in between your drenched folds, the tip pulsing and weeping for your attention. His jaw tensed, stomach tightening at the feeling of your wet heat. He only moved his hips a few times, listening to your breath come out in a shudder, coating himself in your slick until his cock glistened all over.

And then in one, smooth motion, he pressed the tip right to the entrance of your ass.

Jungkook leaned forward, the flush on his face visible even in the dark. He licked his lips, his hand unconsciously squeezing at the bulge in his sweats, because he felt as though he was going to explode.

"Does- does she like that?" He whispered.

He watched Taehyung slide right in, inch by inch, ever so slowly; filling you to the brim with his cock, your body nearly trembling at the intrusion.

"Yeah," Taehyung bit his lip. "Liked it many times. She just doesn't know it yet. Fuck."

His strong thighs trembled too as he settled inside you, his chest heaving with the effort of trying to stay quiet.

A beat.

"What the fuck?" Jimin breathed.

And yet that seemed to be his undoing. He was desperate to be buried deep in the warm walls of your pussy, and he couldn't imagine just how tight you would get with Taehyung already splitting you open from behind. He sighed, throwing all caution to the wind and sliding down his pants. And damn did it feel good to be free of their confines.

"S-shit," Taehyung clenched his teeth, pulling out of you slowly only to slam back in. His cock was all the way in heaven; nevermind that it only took tainting an angel. All the better, all the warmer, all the tighter.

He fucked himself into your ass slowly, every vein on his cock thrumming with excitement. You whimpered again, louder this time, and he shushed you with sweet words, just like he did whenever you cried.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. You're okay."

But now, there was a grunt he had to hold back in between the fragile syllables.

Gently, to the rhythm that he was creating, Jimin guided his cock to the gushing entrance of your cunt. He slipped inside in one, smooth thrust, his skin tingling with heat. He's been holding back for too long, a whine slipping past his plump lips immediately.

You were trapped in between strong muscles moving you back and forth, small noises building up in your throat, your eyebrows furrowing, like something wicked was trying to disturb your dreams.

And that was the case, after all.

"She's so fucking wet," Jimin swore, his thrusts speeding up, rational thoughts gone out the window. All he knew was the heat of your cunt, and the feral need to fill it with his cock. Taehyung let himself groan at last, trying to soothe you in your restless sleep; but what started off as a gentle touch turned to his fingers digging into your hips.

The squelching noises of their thrusts began to grow louder, mingling in the air with the slapping of skin on skin. A fire was spreading through your body, its bright, burning flame slowly pulling you from your slumber. The first thing you felt was sweat; your body felt sticky with it. The pleasure shooting through your core had you startling, tired eyes locking on Jimin.

You gasped, the pounding you were taking turning your brain into mush, confusion making your chest tighten.

"Fuck," Jimin almost stilled; almost. "You awake, baby?"

A muffled moan was all you were able to provide. Your mind was too hazy to comprehend the shock of hearing Taehyung growl behind you, his hips snapping harder against yours to fuck you into oblivion.

What the hell was going on? You felt too good to find the answers, your toes curling and moans building up in your throat. How did this happen?

"Don't look so fucking shocked right now, baby," Jungkook cooed.

Your head snapped up. He stood before you by the bed, lowering his pants to reveal his hard cock. It was pretty, wet with beads of precum, the tip almost a dark, angry red. You blinked, unable to speak up even if you could form a coherent sentence right now. He grabbed onto your hair, his hand wrapped around the long length, stopping no more than an inch in front your mouth.

"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"

You blinked up at him again, the coil in your stomach tightening along with your cunt. It gushed a fresh, new wave of arousal, your body heating up at an alarming rate, like it was going through a fever.

"Oh yeah, she definitely doesn't mind," Jimin groaned. "Clenching like she's in- agh- heat."

A smirk from Jungkook at that was all the preparation you had before he started pressing his neglected cock into your parted lips, smearing them with precum.

Your thighs were beginning to shake, Jimin's harsh, shallow breaths mingling with the little noises of pleasure he was making. Taehyung wasn't any better, grunting right into your ear, bringing your senses to the brink of overstimulation. You didn't think you've ever felt so full in your life, disorientation making you part your lips further, like a toy waiting to be used.

"What a good baby," Jungkook sighed, holding your eyes as the first inch of his hard cock landed on your tongue.

"You gonna come?" He taunted, tilting his head to the side. His cock already felt heavy, tapping the tip of your tongue and leaking onto it. "Gonna come from being all stuffed and used, huh?"

There was a tiny part of you still left untouched by them before this; it caused a flicker of doubt to appear in your head, a lone candle in the hazy shadows. You probably shouldn't like this. You probably shouldn't.

"Go on, then," Jungkook cooed again, slapping his cock against your tongue some more. "Come like a good girl and maybe you'll get a reward."

The candle went out. You collapsed in between Taehyung and Jimin, unaware of anything but the coil that snapped in your stomach, a blissful, white heat that spread through you as you clenched and unclenched around the two cocks ramming into you with reckless abandon.

You couldn't tell whose cum was running down your thighs, mixing with yours, the hands all over your body trying to bring you back down to earth. It was soothing, the small kisses being left on your shoulder, praises you couldn't quite make out yet but still felt in your heart, a welcome kind of tenderness.

"So well, you did so well."

"Pretty baby. So fucking pretty. Felt good?"

"Look at me, angel. You okay?"

All of these words sounded different, but really meant the same thing. Mine, mine, mine. You're all mine. I got you. And now you know.

And somehow it felt more than right.

CYBER BOY | JJK (m)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 12K, not bad!

Genre | Android! Jungkook x Grad Student! Reader, Fluff, Smut

Summary | Jimin, as much as you love him, is a major pain in your ass. After dragging you to his store against your will (literally) you end up with; the newly manufactured, eerily human Jungkook android model. He's so human, you begin to have questions.

Index | A lot of fluff, reader is terrified, Jungkook is a sweetheart, Jungkook is absolutely whipped, Jungkook is good at anything and everything you could think of, including pleasing you ;), soft smut, Jungkook just wants you to feel good

A/N | You don't really need to know the lore of Detroit Become Human, it's just briefly mentioned in the story. Cyber Life is basically a manufacturer of robots/androids, that's really all the background you need for the story. Enjoy! <3

Jimin’s very busy today talking your ear off. Well, more than normal you should say. Two weeks ago he scored this huge paid internship with CyberLife, a company that currently holds a monopoly over all other tech companies with its superior android manufacturing, innovative technology, and competitive prices that “Are to sure surpass your expectations.” He was ecstatic, going on about how maybe they’ll gift him an android as an intern present (spoiler alert, they did not.) Regardless, they pay him very well for an internship and he loves their technology so he’s still happy. Now, it’s something about a new android he’s droning on about. 

“No, I don’t think you understand Y/n.” Jimin clarifies, walking alongside you on the campus pathway. “One in the entire world, only one is being made.” 

“I understand plenty, Jim.” You genuinely laugh, side-eyeing him as he questions your intelligence. “I think I understood the first time you said there’s only one, and the second time, and the third, and now the hundredth.” 

“And you don’t even want to see him?! I don’t understand!!” Jimin almost yells, wide eyes as he turns to you to emphasize his point. 

Ever since Jimin scored the internship, you constantly refuse to ever step foot in the company. Mostly because you know Jimin would try to market to you, and he’s got a reputation for never getting told no. That’s the excuse you always gave, telling him off every time he’d talk about the “low low price of 4,999 dollars!” Secondly, the androids freak you out a bit. They’re hyper-realistic, all the way down to every single man-made eyelash on their face. You’re sure if you look close enough, you could probably see fake pores. 

However, you don’t hate artificial intelligence at all, nor are you a part of the momentum-gaining group of “androids are stealing our jobs, and ruining society!” You suppose for you, it’s just how realistic they look, act, speak, and walk. Everything about them is human-like. Maybe if they had a Siri-sounding voice, or walked stiff, maybe you’d get behind the idea of owning one. 

“You would try and get me to buy it, why are you saying him? You never do that Jimin?” You ask, laughing softly. “What, you got a crush on him?” You raise your brows, elbowing him with your hands remaining in your pockets, cold air waiting for the opportunity to bite at your skin. 

Jimin scoffs in defense, pretending you offended him as he shoves you away. “We were told to market it as him because he’s so realistic most people apparently won’t know the difference.” 

“…And you want me to buy that thing!?! An android that is so human you can’t even tell?!” You ask, feet stopping in their tracks. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind.” You roll your eyes, beginning to turn around, and instead, make your way to your apartment complex. 

“Nooo, at least walk me to the store like always. This isn’t fair!” Jimin complains like a child, stomping his feet softly in the thin layer of snow that’s beginning to form on the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you because I think it’s interesting, I promise I won’t market him to you.” 

“You’re a liar.” You turn back, unable to fight back the smile as you walk up to him. “Fine, let’s get going before it starts snowing harder. I’d hate for you to be covered in it and you ruin all your bots with the liquid.” Sticking out your tongue, Jimin mimics you as he does it back. 

“It wouldn’t ruin them, c'mon Y/n. They’re waterproof.” 

“Jimin.”

“Right, sorry sorry.”

Jimin stops talking about androids for the rest of the walk, instead beginning his daily oversharing session, as he vents about this mystery boy “Taehyung” he’s been seeing. Jimin claims he’s always on campus, everywhere, but you have yet to see him. Secretly, you’re starting to believe Jimin is making parts of him up. He wraps up the rant as you approach the door, “Anyways, he seems genuinely sweet. I think I’ll give it a chance.”

“Yeah, I also think he seems nice. Maybe it’ll be worth it.” You shrug, beginning to pull your arm away from Jimin’s where they’re interlinked. 

“Just like…you should give our androids a chance.” You're dragged into the store before you can even get another word in, Jimin locking down extra hard on your arm in case you fight it. As the doors close behind the both of you, you finally give in. “That big box over there, that’s our new one-of-a-kind boy.” Jimin beams, walking you over to it. There’s only the logo of cyber life on the front, no model codes, details, or specifications anywhere to be seen. 

“So, what’s he look like?” You ask, finally able to pry your arm away from Jimin’s chokehold. 

“I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know??” 

“Exactly what I mean, I don’t know.” Jimin spits jokingly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “CyberLife is keeping all the details under wraps, I suppose whoever gets him is the first to find out. Personally, I think it’s to see if people recognize it as an android if the owner takes him out into public.” The information feels like whiplash, as does the mixing of it, him, and owner. 

“That is the freakiest thing I’ve ever heard.” You laugh. “So, how much is he going for?” You shrug as Jimin smirks at you, eventually punching his arm. 

“What, you want him?” He earns himself another punch. “He’s not.” 

“Jimin, what the fuck? Is this an empty box???” You're now beginning to think Jimin is fucking with you. Maybe a prank to see how gullible you are to the information he tells you, never really questioning his nerdy rants. “No characteristics, no price, let me guess, no name next huh?” 

“Ding ding ding.” Jimin chuckles. “The model doesn’t have a name. He introduces himself to his owner one-on-one.” 

“I’m leaving.” 

“Wait wait wait, don’t you want to know how you can get him if he’s not for sale?” He coaxes you back to the box laughing the entire time as he speaks. Once again grabbing you so you don’t have a chance to run away, you’re left trapped. If the androids surrounding you in the store are already this realistic, you’re a bit afraid to see what’s in the box honestly. “Aren’t you at least a bit curious, an android not up for sale hm?” 

“With the information you just gave me, it’s an empty box up for sale,” You complain, ready to go home and cozy up on the couch with this weather. It’s cold, wet, and you’re already slipping into your winter break laziness. 

“It's a raffle.” 

“Oh great.” 

“I’ll enter you into it.” Jimin beams, running over to a computer behind the cashier counter. You groan loudly, beginning to follow him to stop his antics. “Uhm ma’am, employees only beyond this point.” Jimin changes his tone to his customer service voice, holding a hand in front of your face. “I’ll be with you in one moment.” 

“Jimin, this isn’t funny. I’m going to kick your ass,” You complain, glancing over your shoulder to the large box behind you as if he’d pop out at any moment. “I don’t even want the opportunity to own him, people would probably kill others over him.”

“One moment, please ma’am,” He speaks, breaking up into laughter throughout his sentence. You’re helpless as you stand at the counter, watching in disbelief as he types in all of your information faster than the speed of light.

“I wish we never sat next to each other in Introduction to Computer Science.” You laugh, watching him click submit before making his way back to where you stand by the box. 

“Raffle results come out tomorrow. That’s why I had to drag you here.” Jimin beams, “If you don’t want him, you can always give him to me.” 

Faking a gag, you begin your way out of the store. “I'm going home, Jimin. I'm gonna be spending my winter break alone, android-less, binge-watching movies, so feel free to stop by.” You smile, waving to him from the door. Jimin inserts some snarky remark that you don’t really catch, rolling your eyes at him through the window regardless. 

Doing exactly as you promised yourself, you all but melt into the soft bed you’ve been in a long-distance relationship with the entire semester. Now, you’re able to catch up with spring classes being an entire month away. You spend the rest of your afternoon double-checking that all of your assignments are in before allowing yourself to sleep. The next day, you begin your marathons, finally catching up on all the shows you said you’d watch. With a content sigh, you begin your second binge-watching marathon of the break. It’s cut short just one episode in, a small knock catching your attention. Following it, it’s your front door. 

“Hi, Jimin, do you wanna-“ It’s not Jimin standing on the other side of the door, not at all. There are two tall men, with a big box placed in the middle of either one of them. “Oh, sorry. I was expecting someone else. How can I help you guys?” 

“Is this the residence of Y/n L/n?” One asks, making your throat run dry as you glance at the box behind them. “If you could just sign off on your delivery, free of charge provided by the company.” Glancing down at the paper presented, CyberLife. Shaky hands sign a sloppy signature, the movers quickly move in and place the box in the middle of the walkway before rushing off. Closing the door behind you, you’re at a loss. 

Wouldn’t they call you if you won? Or an email? Or mail? Who in their right mind just comes and delivers such an expensive and precious item without some sort of confirmation beforehand??? Your normally cozy and comfortable apartment suddenly feels too small with the box in it, another human-like thing occupying the space. 

“Jimin?!” This has to be a prank, Jimin has to be laughing his ass off in this stupid box. With caution, you press an ear against the metal and try to hear laughing, snorting, breathing, anything. The box is white and blue, only confirming the high possibility of an android being inside. “Jimin, if you're in this box, I’m going to kill you for real this time.” You give a fair warning, pressing and pulling hard on the side handle. It opens smoothly, the door not even creaking once as you pull it open. 

You jump hard as you peek into it, not Jimin. Definitely not Jimin. Hiding behind the door, you peek once more into the inside to take in the sight. He’s…pretty? Somehow his android skin is activated without even being turned on yet, hair styled with his bangs pushed back from his forehead. His nose is slightly large, but it fits his face perfectly. There’s a small mole underneath his lower lip that you think is an interesting addition to an android model. 

With a hard beating heart that feels as though it’ll burst through your rib cage, you abandon your protection. There’s an owner's manual placed neatly in front of his body that you pick up with shaky hands. Activate your android by pressing on its led sensor for 10 seconds. It’s the longest 10 seconds of your life, heart hammering against your bones.

His eyes slowly peel open, blinking a couple of times as he takes in his surroundings. Human, scarily human. He’s careful of your reaction as he steps out of his box to not scare you too badly, pushing the door closed behind him to create more room in the small apartment. “Hello, I’m Jungkook.” 

There it is. 

You don’t answer, prompting him to continue introducing himself. “I’m a one-of-a-kind android that was beneficial for promotional purposes, but mainly I'm built to be the best companion possible for my owner. I possess old and new features that are designed to make the everyday life of my companion significantly better.” 

“Jungkook?” You mumble, his name feels way too human. “What’s your full name?” 

“Jeon Jungkook, from Busan, South Korea.” You could throw up everywhere, the realistic bot smiling softly as he stands in front of you. 

“Yeah, yeah sorry. I’m Y/n. …you are an android, right? Do you mind if I, uh?” You gesture to his chest. Your brain is struggling to believe he’s an android and not some sort of joke sent to you. Jungkook happily obliges, removing his synthetic skin and popping open his chest panel. Stepping a bit closer, you can definitely confirm that they are CyberLife organs and blue blood. “Okay, sorry I’m just having trouble adjusting, that’s all,” You mumble, closing his panel for him. 

“There is usually an adjustment period for new owners. Have you had another android in the past?” Jungkook asks, glancing around your apartment for any sign of one. He takes a couple of steps away from the box, feet making no noise despite being a giant piece of what is essentially machinery. Freaky.

“Oh, no no. It’s not that I’ve been against it, I just haven’t had the money or need for one I suppose.” You explain, feeling like you owe him an explanation as to why you don’t have an earlier model. “I’m a grad student, you see?” 

Jungkook nods softly, gesturing to the couch for you to sit down. You follow, a bit confused as to what this could possibly be about. It feels as though he’s about to break up with you, making you laugh softly to yourself as you sit on the opposite side of the couch. “I’m not sure what needs you have, but just let me know and I will do my best to fulfill them. This can range from construction, gardening, cooking, cleaning, companionship, intimacy, etc.” 

“Intimacy, what does that even mean in terms of an android?” 

“Some androids are designed to carry out human wants and desires for sexual intercourse-”

“Okay, okay, sorry I asked.” You cut Jungkook off before he can give you the long, likely in-depth explanation of their usage. “So, what do you want to do around here? I mean it’s just me, so it’ll probably get pretty lonely unless you come to my classes with me.” You chuckle. “I mean, it’s not very big but it’s comfortable, feel free to help yourself to whatever you’d like.” 

“I want to do what you want me to do, Y/n,” Jungkook answers, speaking like a true CyberLife android, a computer.

“God, it’s so weird.” You complain. “You look so human but act like you’re an android, so it’s just throwing me off.” You smile softly, watching as he smiles back. His smile is pretty, perfectly aligned teeth on full display. When he smiles hard, small wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes which you find oddly endearing. “Your LED also is barely noticeable, just all of it together tricks my mind into thinking you’re a human.” 

“That’s how I was engineered, with that in mind.” He smiles, “I don’t think I’ll be mass-marketed due to how human my design is, it would likely cause unrest within society.” You nod along to that, it most definitely would only make the anti-android movement worse. “If you’d like, I can adjust my LED to be more of the stereotypical android look.”

“No, no that’s okay. I like you however you present yourself. But, can you change your hairstyle? It’s just a bit too CyberLife, fresh out of the package if you want to go out in public later on.” You shrug, once again feeling the need to explain to him. He does, switching through various hairstyles before deciding on one. It’s slightly longer, with soft waves making it look fluffier than before. It’s still just as dark, but it suits him. 

“I can also simulate body modifications such as piercings, tattoos, scarification, split tongue, stretched lobes, whatever you would wish for me to look like,” Jungkook informs, once again sounding fresh out of the box. 

“You do whichever ones you’d like, Jungkook. It’s your body, fake or not.” You smile, watching as he shuffles through the catalog of options in his head. A giant smile overtakes his face as he comes out with two face piercings, a couple of ear ones, and most notably his tattoo sleeve. 

“Uhm, is this okay? I can always change my setting back if you prefer it-”

“It’s okay, Jungkook. We gotta get you out of your default settings, jeez.” You laugh. “I’m not really sure what to do now, I was watching a TV show if you’d like to watch it with me?”

“I’d love to.” He beams, watching as you jog into your room. (You forgot the name of it already, mind racing 1000 miles a minute with everything going on.) You come back out with blankets to hide it, handing him one as you set up the living room TV. “I’d also love to make you dinner while we watch, would that be okay?”

“Kook, YES. I don’t mind what you do unless it’s like actively punching holes in my drywall. Then maybe I’ll draw the line.” You joke, finally earning a laugh from him. It’s contagious, spreading over to you as you giggle along. You don’t think you’ve completely wrapped your brain around the fact that he’s one of a kind, purposely engineered to basically do anything and everything, and so annoyingly pretty as he sits in your small apartment content as ever. “Also, I’m not sure if you notice, but your footsteps make almost no noise. It’s okay to make sounds. I think if you walk around here completely silent you'll probably scare the shit out of me.”

“Noted.” Jungkook chuckles, sliding off of the couch and making his way into the kitchen. He makes more noise this time, and it’s much more comfortable that way. The soft knocking of pots and pans fills the background, not enough to be annoying but enough to let you know there is someone else here. Maybe, and you’d never ever admit it to Jimin, his addition to your home is starting to feel like it will be a welcomed one.

Getting used to having another person, an android, in the house is a learning experience. The following morning after he was delivered, you had completely forgotten all about him in your half-awake state. After using the bathroom, your feet shuffle out into the kitchen in search of any sustenance before you start the day, Jimin already texting you to ensure you guys are still on for your morning coffee run and walk to the CyberLife store.

“Good morning, I made you-”

You’ve never screamed so loud, so early in the morning. You’re sure you woke up all of your neighbors in a 5-door radius, along with the incoming noise complaint that is surely on its way. You screamed so loud that Jungkook has to recalibrate his audio processing system, standing still for multiple minutes as it reboots. 

“Sorry, sorry Kook.” You cackle after the initial fright, hands holding your stomach as you almost cry from laughter. “Adjustment period, remember when you said that?” You laugh harder, making your way over to him.  Jungkook laughs softly along with you, not nearly as hard but he feels happy seeing you so happy. He grins hard as you wipe away your tears, your stomach hurting from just how hard you're laughing. “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I have to stop.” With another glance at Jungkook in the kitchen, you’re cracking up again. 

“Y/n! I thought I’d be nice and make you breakfast!” Jungkook whines as you continue laughing at him, unable to hold it back for longer than one-minute intervals. You slowly calm down over the course of the next 10 minutes, forcing yourself to not think about it. “Anyway, I made you a breakfast sandwich. I’m not sure if you have anything to do today but-” Jungkook stops talking as he notices your chest heaving, trying hard not to laugh. “Are you-are you serious?? You can't even look at me huh?” Jungkook cracks, smiling hard. 

At this point, there are tears rolling down your face. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, I’m done for real this time. Just had to get it out of my system.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Jungkook jokes, putting the plate in front of you regardless of you continuing to giggle every now and then. 

“I’m not sure what you’d like to do today, but I’m gonna go out with a friend for a bit. There’s not much to do here, I’m normally used to being out all the time, but there’s Netflix, Hulu, Disney, whatever you’d like to watch.” You talk in between bites, rushing as you inhale the food. You get ready quickly, awkwardly side-hug Jungkook as a goodbye, and rush off to meet up with Jimin.

Jimin is as ecstatic as ever, going on and on about who he thinks got the android in yesterday’s raffle. He gets his hopes up a bit before going to the store, coming up with the idea that maybe no one won and he’ll be unboxed today. Nerves flood throughout your body, your mind thinking back to the sweet boy that made you breakfast this morning. “Anyway, what’re you up to today?” Jimin sighs after his excitement, strolling along the sidewalk with his drink in hand. 

“Probably a bit of holiday shopping, and hanging out with a friend-”

“A friend?! Who? Do I know them?” He interrupts you, immediately questioning. 

“No, no I don’t think you do. He’s a family friend of my mom’s side-”

“HE?”

“I hate talking to you.” You laugh, no longer feeling the need to continue talking about it. You ignore Jimin’s prying questions, favoring dismissing all of them. What’s he look like? Where’s he from? Is he cute? What’s his name? Is he nice? Jimin brings up anything and everything. “Okay, we’re here, oh noooo.” You chuckle, pretending to be disappointed. 

“I’ll find out eventually.” Jimin sticks his tongue out at you before entering the store. He’s beyond disappointed that the box is no longer sitting in the store, texting you about it as you walk home.

Coming home, you’re a bit more prepared as you enter your apartment, spotting Jungkook in the living room. The upcoming week is your adjustment period, slowly becoming less and less spooked by his presence in your cozy home. Jungkook has learned to turn down his hearing slightly in the mornings until you get used to him, no longer having to re-coordinate his processing system constantly. You’ve also warmed up a lot to him over the week, the sweet android quickly becoming a part of your everyday life and holding a fond place in your heart. You’ve made movie nights become a ritual, cuddling up to Jungkook on colder nights. (He’s aware and even adjusts his systems to make himself put out more heat for you.) 

Jungkook is also the best listener you know, listening and taking in all of the stories you’re willing to tell him. He knows a lot about Jimin, as you seem to hang out with him the most. He had dumbly asked if he was your boyfriend, sending you into another laughing fit you were unable to stop. Along with this, he’s started accompanying you out more. Jungkook comes on grocery runs with you, goes to the library with you, goes to the nearby cafe you frequent, and even begins joining you on nights out at clubs. It’s scary how no one realizes he’s an android and doesn’t even bat an eye at him even in android-free spaces.

Most nights out, Jungkook has to fight you into bed in your tipsy state. You appreciate him for it, and all of the patience he shows you. “Y/n, let me take off your makeup.” Jungkook giggles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he holds a makeup wipe in his hand. He’s carefully holding your ankle in his palm, keeping you from sliding head first off the bed if you move too much. As you shuffle around to better lay on the bed, he no longer needs to restrain you. Currently, you have the spins, holding onto Jungkook’s clothes in a death grip to ground yourself. Jungkook smiles softly at you. “It’ll just take two seconds, come here.” 

You finally oblige, shuffling around to place your head in his lap. “Do your worst, pretty boy.” You slur slightly, smiling up at him. 

“Pretty boy?” Kook raises a brow at you.

“Mhmm, my pretty boy.” You nod, wearing a soft smile as Jungkook wipes your makeup off. “You wanna sleep with me?”

“Sorry?” Jungkook almost chokes on his fake spit. 

“You’re warm, come, lay down.” You coax him, pulling him down. You’re not laying on the bed the right way at all, heads laying at the foot of the bed. You’re also slightly diagonal, not caring at all as you cuddle close to him for warmth. Jungkook smiles hard as you nuzzle into his chest, one of your legs swinging over his. “Warm, soft.” You hum. You get the best sleep of your entire life, and it now becomes a normal thing for Jungkook to lay with you. 

You learn a lot about him during this time as well. One, Jungkook can taste and eat as his program allows him to. He doesn’t need to at all, but once again he was built for companionship and he can’t think of anything sadder than people eating meals alone. You had learned this when Jungkook offered to eat with you, confusing you to hell and back before actually explaining. Now, you always make him get something when you guys go out in public, to really sell the whole he’s just a human drinking his overpriced cafe drink!! Considering other androids don't eat or drink anything other than blue blood, it really adds to his non-android appearance.

Two, he’s been programmed to be good at absolutely everything. 

Personal fitness: Jungkook is more than happy to accompany you on jogs, encouraging you but also giving you the peace of mind you need when running through rough parts of town. Along with this, he somehow is able to calculate your strides and distance, which you believe blindly and don’t even question. Lastly, he’s able to carry water and electrolyte snacks that he claims are good for you when you’re physically active. When you refuse to drink, Jungkook jokingly wrestles you into submission until you take at least one sip.  

Cooking: Jungkook has taken to making all of your meals, and you’re not even upset about it. Every meal is different but just as delicious, you assume he has some sort of chef programming. When you don’t have an item Jungkook needs, he’s more than willing to go out and get it for you. You’re a bit too anxious to send him on his own, but in reality, he’d probably be okay given his appearance. Despite taking over cooking needs, if you’re lucky he sometimes lets you help out with baking holiday cookies. Jungkook still takes to distracting you, twirling you around with a giant smile to the music playing in the background. 

“Kook,” You whine, a giant smile plastered on your face despite complaints. You can feel Jungkook smile as he tucks his face into your neck, one hand holding your waist and the other taking your palm into his own. “The cookies will burn.”

“They still have 3 minutes, don’t worry hun.” Jungkook smiles hard, pulling back to look at you. You match the cheek-aching smile, forced to twirl as Kook easily spins you. Getting carried away, the cookies did slightly burn in the oven. 

Makeup (yes, even makeup): Jungkook had offered to help you get ready for a research-related conference, let’s just say you got a lot of compliments that night.  

Cleaning: You tell him constantly he doesn’t have to spend his days cleaning, but he listens very minimally and still picks up for you every day.  Sometimes he tries to hide it from you, placing a very strategic piece of laundry on your floor to give the illusion that he didn’t clean. (It never works how he intends, once there was a random towel in the hallway while every other room was completely spotless. He was embarrassed about it the whole day.)

Security: He’s not a fighter under any circumstances at all, you can’t even imagine Jungkook getting into an altercation. You suppose he could if he needed, it’s likely somewhere deep in his programming. However, it’s the peace of mind he brings to you every night, you no longer deal with the worry of if your door is locked 1000 times. 

Helping with your Grad assignments: Kook is a very advanced computer, how can you not?

And just simple companionship on days you’re worn down and tired. On days when you're very stressed out, he happily does your skincare to help you relax along with a small massage he knows from, who knows, somewhere deep in his computer brain. 

“Kook, can you really take your time today, I need the relaxation.” You chuckle, grabbing all of your products and walking out of the bathroom. Jungkook follows, confusion growing even more as he watches you lay down on the floor with a pillow. 

“....What are you doing?” Jungkook chuckles, standing over you a bit as he peers down. 

“Come, sit, sit.” Without any more questioning, Jungkook sits with his legs slightly separated. You move to lay in between them, pillow on his lap. Ohhh, he sees now. Jungkook pulls out all of the stops he can with the tools provided, doing your skincare and giving you a massage. “Holy shit, you’re good at this.”

You suppose the only thing you’re unsure of with his skills is his intimacy feature, as you haven't had any reason or want to test it. You’ve been curious about the extent of the features, Jungkook is more than happy to once again explain all of his programming to you. Artificial saliva, physically soft skin, artificial bodily fluids, flexibility, shapes created with pleasure in mind, etc. The list goes on and on. He was also more than happy to offer his services to you, bright-eyed and excited about your reaction. You postpone the offer, maybe another time. At this, Jungkook begins his lecture about how it’s detrimental to one’s health to be sexually frustrated for too long that you put an end to, as quickly as possible. 

You haven't introduced Jungkook to Jimin quite yet, a bit scared Jimin would immediately clock your android counterpart as exactly that, an android. You have to explain this to Jungkook, who wants to meet Jimin more than anyone else since you seem to be such great friends. He understands the dilemma but still wants to meet regardless. 

Maybe four weeks into the break, there’s a knock on the door that catches Jungkook’s attention more than yours. You’re busy getting tangled in the Christmas tree lights that are impossibly knotted, Jungkook trying to help out as much as he can. He’s hesitant after accidentally pulling one of the cords and almost swiping your feet out from underneath you. “Can you go get that please, Kook?” You mumble, lights somehow wrapped around your waist, legs, and neck. Jungkook scurries to do as he’s told, not wanting to take over lights for you. 

You can hear the door creak open, followed by a period of silence. “Who are you??” Your hands stop moving, eyes blown wide as you glance over to the door. Shit shit shit. 

“Hey Jimin! Come in!” You call from the living room, still hard at work at making the lights cooperate with you. You pray to god he doesn’t see you sweat. “I told you about him, remember? He’s in town for a while on an internship. Jimin, this is Jungkook, a family friend. Jungkook, this is Jimin.” You introduce the two of them. Jimin turns around to face Jungkook, Jungkook quickly catches your eye contact. You mouth to him to turn his LED off completely, which he follows.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles wide, garland hanging down from his arms as he shakes Jimin’s hand. Jimin shakes his hand back, turning back to you. 

“Y/n! You didn’t tell me said friend was so hot!” Finally, the atmosphere breaks as all of you laugh along with each other. The entire interaction is based solely on the assumption you have that no one has seen Jungkook’s design, including Jimin. He doesn’t seem to clock Jungkook immediately, joining in on your and Kook’s journey of setting up the decorations. Jimin gets ornaments in order, Kook garland, and you get lights. Next, you all take turns walking around the tree stringing everything up. The star is the scariest part, Jungkook insists on just lifting you to place it atop the tree. 

Jimin laughs his ass off the entire time, watching as Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and easily lifts. “Jungkook, my ass is in your face.” You laugh, wobbling slightly as you cackle. Jimin also laughs hard at this. 

“I’m not looking, promise.” This only makes the group of you laugh harder. Jimin looks at Jungkook to check the accuracy, falling to his knees as he sees Jungkook’s head at a 90-degree angle looking sideways. “Put the star on!” Jungkook calls, laughing softly. Thankfully, you come down unscathed and unharmed. You all settle in, putting on holiday movies to watch. 

“Do you guys want hot chocolate?” You ask, already getting up and making your way into the kitchen to start making them.

“I’ll help.” You send Jungkook a hard glare, seating him back down. “Ugh, fine. You never make mine right though.” He complains, sitting back down and grabbing his blanket once more. You can see him and Jimin talking, but you’re unable to hear it over the movie. Walking back in slowly, you cautiously carry three mugs. 

“Here, you big baby. Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and whipped cream.” You hand Jungkook his and then Jimin's. “And regular for you like an adult.” You watch as Jungkook sticks his tongue out at you, making you laugh as you sit down. 

“Extra chocolate? Kook, do you mind if I taste yours?” Jimin asks, scooching forward to reach over you. Jungkook mumbles something about wanting his whipped cream, quickly licking the majority of it off the top before handing it over. Jimin glances down at the cup before taking a sip, nodding his head. “Y/n, can you make mine like that next time?”

“Wow.” You laugh, rolling your eyes as you return your attention back to the movie. The night continues without much more commotion, the group of you watching movies and taking turns making cocktails. Jungkook purposely dumbs his down to hide himself, relief washing over you as you’re handed a simple mixed drink. (Jungkook can and will make the most elaborate, bartender-level drinks you’ve ever seen.) Maybe he’s not as clueless as he pretends to be. 

“I think I should get going, gotta get up early in the morning.” Jimin yawns, standing up and stretching. “I won’t make you come get coffee with me since I have to be at work at 6 am.”

At this, you recoil. “So generous, Jimin. I definitely would not make it there at 5:30.” You laugh, getting up off the couch to walk him out. “Do you want us to walk with you, it’s a bit late Jim.”

“...Tae is picking me up.” You gasp as Jimin opens the door. Jimin slaps a hand over your mouth. “And NO! You can’t meet him tonight, I have to at least give him a warning in advance.”

“I hate you.” You sigh, jokingly shoving him out of the door frame. “I’ll see you soon, loser. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe and so I know this weird, unknown, creepy Taehyung that I’ve never met didn’t kidnap you or something.” Waving goodbye to Jimin, you can finally breathe as you shut the door. “He’s skeptical of you.” You huff. 

“I know.” Jungkook mumbles, “I think the hot chocolate and drinks convinced him, though. He stopped being skeptical after that. Now, he’s skeptical and thinks we’re dating.”

You don’t know how Jungkook can tell, but you believe him. With a long sigh, you return to the couch, plopping down back onto the blankets. “He’s too skeptical about everything.” You laugh. Kook follows you into the living room, laying down on top of you. “He wouldn’t care that you’re an android, Kook.” You reassure him, “I just don’t want that to be your description and introduction to people we meet.” Jungkook nods in agreement. 

After the small bout with Jimin, Jungkook settles in very well over the course of December.

He makes breakfast, wishes you a safe trip before your departure if you’re doing somewhere without him, sometimes earns himself a peck on the cheek that makes him blush bright red, picks up around the apartment or organizes, and then just hangs around until you get home. He genuinely believes you getting home is the best part of his day, can’t even imagine a better person to wait around for. Sometimes you guys will go out for the evening if you’re not tired, other nights you both stay in and watch tv or movies cuddled close together. 

For once, you’re not spending the holidays alone. Over the last couple of years, you had always gone over to Jimin’s apartment for company if he was still in town. Other times, you just spent the holiday watching movies. “Merry Christmas Eve, Kook.” You hum, sitting close to him with your head resting on his shoulder. Your knees are folded underneath you, facing Jungkook’s lap but not on him. Jungkook rests his head on yours, a blanket tossed over both of your laps. You’ve already made cookies and Jungkook started cooking ahead for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. Jungkook has been scolding you constantly for making him do dumb childish Christmas activities, cookies for Santa, carrots for reindeer, etc. You think it’s cute.

“Merry Christmas Eve, pretty girl.” Jungkook hums back, reaching over to hold your hands. He’s taken to calling you pet names, making you blush furiously every time. 

“Do you want an early Christmas present?” You smile hard at him, glancing up at him. 

“Is that even a question?” Jungkook giggles, watching as you jump off the couch and immediately sprint into the bedroom. He can hear loud rummaging, and he’s about 99% sure you’re in the closet. You come out with a medium-sized gift bag, presenting it to him. Placing it in his lap, you watch with a giant smile as he opens it. Somehow, he reaches underneath his set and instead pulls out your matching pajamas. “Y/n, I don't think these will fit me.” He chuckles. 

“How do you go underneath the top thing?” You scoff, snatching them out of his hands and quickly hiding them behind your back. Kook chuckles softly as he finally pulls out his set, a giant smile plastered on his face as he examines it. “And, I also have one. So we can match.” With loud laughter, you and Jungkook begin sprinting to the hall. You duck into your room, and Jungkook disappears into the bathroom. 

Your heart feels heavy with emotion as Jungkook steps out of the bathroom on the other side of the hall, you stand in the doorway of your room. “Y/n, thank you.” Jungkook mumbles, voice wavering a bit as he reaches out and takes your hand in his. You could cry as he pulls you into his arms, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for everything.” 

“C'mon now, don’t get all sentimental Jeon.” If you get any more sentimental, you’ll cry. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”

“I wouldn’t even think of it.” He smiles, leading you back to your Christmas movie marathon in the living room. Watching movies for the rest of the night, Christmas comes before you even realize it. 

“Merry Christmas,” Jungkook speaks softly, once again kissing your forehead. 

“Merry Christmas, my sweet boy.” You kiss his cheek in return, fighting the blush away. 

Christmas is exactly what you’ve dreamed of, eating together, watching movies, opening gifts, setting up and playing with said gifts, and spending plenty of time cuddled up together. For Jungkook’s gifts, you got him a game system and a phone to keep him busy once the spring semester starts in a couple of weeks. Jungkook’s quick to input your number, demanding it as soon as it comes out of the box. 

“Are you ready for your presents?” Jungkook smiles. 

“Am I huh?” You question, raising a brow. You weren't expecting anything since Jungkook is an android, and therefore is unable to work unless it’s programmed into him. Along with this, he hasn’t asked you for any money within the last couple of weeks. “How, Kook?” You mumble as he comes out of your apartment's small storage closet with gifts, a bright smile on his face. 

“I maybe, maybe not, went out and did college kid’s homework and assignments for cash.” Jungkook cheekily smiles, avoiding the look you give him. He’s lucky he’s so sweet and kind, otherwise, you’d scold him to hell and back for it. At least he was able to get around without being clocked as an android, you choose to look on the bright side. He sets the prettily wrapped box in your lap, yet another thing he’s good at. It’s a new bookbag and a recipe book, Jungkook’s pretty handwriting, and little doodles filling the pages. There’s a card in the bag, you already know it’s going to be sentimental and doubt you’ll be unable to read it without crying.

As you suspected, you’re in tears by the end of the card. You sniffle hard as you press it against your face, hiding your tears from Jungkook. “Nooo, don’t cry. That wasn’t my intention.” Jungkook coos at you, wrapping you in his arms with ease. “Your bookbag seemed to have a lot of miles on it, I figured I’d get you a new one for the upcoming semester. The recipe book is in case you ever want to cook for me, since you always complain about never being able to make me dinner.” Jungkook explains. “And the note is just my gratitude, I suppose.”

“I told you no more sentimental stuff.” You chuckle, wiping your tears off your face as you turn to properly hug him. “Sorry I didn’t write you a card, I didn’t even think of it.” You mumble. 

“I don’t need a card, trust me,” Jungkook speaks softly, kissing your cheek where a tear stain still remains. “Do you wanna get back to our movie?” With a nod, Jungkook is quick to put it back on and pull you close to him, allowing you to lay on his chest. The movie begins to wrap up, your mouth opens before you can rethink it. 

“Kook?”

“Hm?”

“Do you wish you were human? Or do you wish you were given to a different owner?” You ask curiosity just genuinely wanting to know his answer.

“I’m not sure, really. I suppose being a human has a lot of rules for socializing, existing, and everything else. I know I’m not a human, but it does feel like I am so I suppose that’s close enough for me to be content.” Jungkook explains, shrugging softly as he holds you to him. “And I don’t wish I was given to another human, I really like it here. I think if I were with anyone else, they’d likely treat me like an android and expect me to, idk, act like one. That seems like a stupid question, given my completely sincere and heartfelt letter.”

You giggle, nodding to agree with him. “Yeah, probably. It’s easy to expect you to act like a perfect android when that’s how you were marketed, after all.” You giggle, sitting up to peer down at him. Your hands rest on his chest to support some of your weight. Jungkook is very pretty, even prettier peering up at you with eyebrows slightly scrunched together. “I still just can't believe you’re an android, Kook. Sometimes I don’t think about it and just see you as a person. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, always.” Jungkook grits as he stares up at you. 

“You’ve been using I think and I feel, Jungkook.” Jungkook tenses hard underneath you, fear momentarily flashing across his face. “CyberLife programming doesn’t do that. Were you built with a missing code, or did you break your coding when you got here?” You ask softly, hands meeting his face and gently holding it in your palms. Jungkook seems scared, fighting for an appropriate answer to your question. “I like it, Kook. I was hoping this would happen, but I wasn’t going to try and recode or reprogram you myself. I just want to know. Your note was also a dead giveaway, Jeon.”

“...I broke out of it partly when I got here and you started asking me to just be myself and not be my program.” Jungkook answers truthfully, “And then I broke out of it completely when it wouldn’t let me feel love for you, platonically or romantically. I didn’t like it, so I got out.”

You smile hard at him, rubbing the stress out of his face softly with your thumbs. Leaning forward, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you too, Jeon.” 

Jungkook’s hands meet your knees on the couch, holding onto them as you sit on his lap. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Y/n,” Jungkook almost whines underneath you, squeezing your knees. “But my programming, it’s uhm, on, right now. I can’t really control it just yet, it's created to react to your actions and body. And you’re, uhm moving a lot right now. Just give me a minute to-”

“...What if I want to, maybe, utilize these features?” 

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook whines, hands coming up to cover his face momentarily. His head pushes itself back into the throw pillow he was resting on. You smile as his hair spreads out around his face as he does so. 

“Only if that’s what you want too, Kook.” You mumble, shuffling slightly to better distribute your weight on his lap. Jungkook genuinely whines, his hips bucking slightly against your own as he searches for friction. You rise to your knees slightly at this, Jungkook quickly moving his palms to seat you back down. His warm hands splay across your thighs and finger tips digging at your hips, holding you down. Excitement bubbles deep in your chest, knees squeezing Jungkook’s waist a bit tighter. “Kook, I can feel you.” You whine as his hands press your hips into his, the pajamas much thinner than you realized before. “I need words, Jungkook, for confirmation.”

“Y/n, I’ve been offered my services for weeks. I have been out of my program for weeks as well,” Jungkook grins, hands sliding, moving your hips to grind down onto him. “There is nothing I want more.” He answers honestly, sitting up to meet you. “Please, let me make you feel good.” Jungkook meets your lips, extremely soft as he kisses you. He waits for you to respond, too scared of making you uncomfortable by moving too quickly. Kissing him back, Jungkook is quick to pull you close, chest pressed flush against one another. 

His eyes quickly meet yours as you pull him back softly by his hair, searching your face for any discomfort as quickly as his computer brain can process human emotion. You don’t give him much, your eyes scanning across his features as you take them in. “I just wanna see my pretty boy, that’s all.” You reassure, pecking his lips a couple of times as you guide him to lay back down on his back. He happily lets you do as you please, god he’d let you do anything. His eyebrows knit together as your cold hands slip underneath the pajama top, easily slipping it up and off. Jungkook is quick to follow, tossing your top off before quickly pulling you down to him, warm skin pressed together. “So warm, Kook.” You mumble against his lips, your hands finding purchase on his biceps. 

“So soft, you’re so soft.” Jungkook groans against your lips, hands kneading your skin underneath them as he explores every inch of exposed skin. He rubs goosebumps away every now and then, holding you even closer. “Let me make you feel good, pretty girl. Lay back for me." Jungkook's voice is husky, lips never fully leaving yours as he talks to you. You follow his instructions, moving to lay on your back as he quickly follows. You’re completely flipped now, Jungkook in between your legs as he leans over you. 

His palms never leave you longer than it takes to remove clothing, lips working their way along your jaw. “So perfect for me, just for me. Always wanna be with you, Y/n.” Jungkook almost babbles into your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. Sooner than you can comprehend, you’re completely bare before him.

“Kook, this feels unfair,” You complain, reaching to pull at his pajama pants. 

Jungkook basically rolls his eyes at you, pulling at his pants and kicking them off behind him, not paying much attention and basically clearing the coffee table. “Would you just focus?” He smiles, having to bite back a soft laugh. 

“You just swiped everything off the coffee table.” You comment dryly, also having to bite back a laugh at the situation. “You know, you’re literally a house robot, you’ll be cleaning it up-fuck,” Jungkook isn’t listening anymore, sliding down to his torso and nipping at your thighs.

“You were saying?” He humors you, diving in before giving you a real chance to answer his question. It’s impossible to talk, mewls and whines slipping through every time you try to come up with some witty, snarky response. Jungkook, smug, knows that. He’s unrelenting, face buried in between your legs with no signs of moving. 

“Kook, how are you, fuck, so good at this?” You whine, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. Jungkook, at the pull, groans, animalistic as he gives you exactly what you want. “Kook,” You mumble, hips lifting off of the couch to grind against him. 

“Yes, there you go, pretty girl.” Jungkook groans against your skin. You push and pull, moving him exactly how you need, how you want. Jungkook, ever eager to please, could get off on this alone. His hips unconsciously grind against the couch, needing some sort of relief, it’s almost torture. “Gotta get you ready, feel good, hm?” Jungkook asks softly, vibration shooting straight to the knot in your stomach. One that only tightens as his fingers move, easily sliding inside, kneading at exactly where you need him. 

“Is this a programming thing?” You whine, clenching tightly around his fingers from the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need, exactly how to give it to you. 

“It's wanting to please you.” He answers quickly, going right back to his work. He can feel you react as you grow closer, clenching tighter around him, grinding harder against his face, thighs closing in around his head. “Feel good, hm?” 

“Too good,” You whine, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer, body on fire. “You’re going to make me cum, gonna cum for you.” Your voice cracks, coming unraveled on his fingers. Jungkook relishes in it, committing every sound to memory, every shake, every twitch of your thighs around his head. He groans as he tastes you, tastes it, arms wrapping tighter around your hips to hold you in place. 

“Kook, need more, need you,” You whine loudly, hands reaching to his shoulders to pull him up. He follows, moaning softly when your legs wrap around his waist. 

“Need it, or want it?” He asks, kissing along your skin, “Take it pretty girl, take all you want.” Jungkook leads, softly pulling you up to straddle his hips. Kook pulls at his boxers, helping you maneuver around to get more comfortable. “Gonna let you lead, make yourself feel good.” It all feels like too much, body on fire as you grind against him, easily slipping along his cock. Your legs are just now recovering, shaky as you pick your body weight up, easily sliding down. 

“Kook, wait wait fuck,” You whine, hips pressing themselves down until he’s buried as deep as he can, stopping all your movement. “Feels good, really good.” Your skin is on fire, and you have no doubt that your cheeks and ears are bright red. Trying to find purchase anywhere, your hands grip his forearms where they hold your waist. He feels too good, your mind feeling fuzzy as your chest rises and falls as you try to calm down. Pretty, he looks so pretty underneath you as he peers up through half lidded eyes. A small wrinkle forms in between his brows as he focuses all his attention on your pleasure. 

“Pretty girl~” Jungkook almost coos to you, leaning up to press your foreheads against one another. “Let me take care of you, I’ll be so gentle I promise. Lemme make you feel good.” He reassures you, grinding against you to prove his point. Shapes with pleasure in mind weren't a lie, his cock perfectly angled to catch that soft spot inside everytime. Placing your hands onto his chest, you regain a tiny bit of stability as you slide along his cock. The little bit of composure you have is short lived, Jungkook’s beginning to slide out before slowly pushing back in, only stopping when your hips connect again. 

“So deep, Kook,” You can only whine, arms losing their strength as you slip down, only holding your hips up and resting on his chest. “Sorry, it feels too good,” You apologize as he does all the work, thrusting while also maneuvering your hips to target where it feels best. Everytime he bottoms out, he’s sure to grind against your clit, only adding to your overwhelmed state. You’ve barely even started, barely even moved, and you’re panting like a bitch in heat. A giant smirk comes across Jungkook's face, pride blooming in his chest as you whine and pant all for him. 

“Feels good, hm? You’re gonna be a good girl and let me hear you come for me?” He rasps against your ear, one of his hands moving to hold the back of your head. “So pretty, beautiful. All for me.” He encourages, making your face flush further as he forces you to stare into his eyes. It feels as though if you were pinched hard enough you’d wake up. “Come for me Y/n, all over my cock, wanna feel you.” It hits you out of nowhere, almost blind siding you as it washes over your entire body. Your thighs clamp down around Jungkook’s waist hard, trying to still the stimulation. He doesn’t allow such luxury, determined to thoroughly ride you through the orgasm, continuing his movement until you’re almost begging. 

“Kook?” Your voice is rough as you finally speak up, shaky hands meeting his chest as you push yourself up once again. 

“Hm?” He acknowledges you, hands running across your skin to smooth out any goosebumps that remain. You’re about 90% sure his touch is what’s sprouting them, but you don’t have the mindfulness right now to tell him that. 

“Why does it feel so good? S’like I can't even think with you inside me.” You whimper as you feel him throb, hips beginning to grind against him for some sort of stimulation. Jungkook beams underneath you as you instinctively fuck yourself onto him, so desperate for pleasure. Your brows knit together and bottom lip is quickly caught between your teeth as you grind your clit against him, cock nudging your g spot simultaneously. 

“Hmmm, I don't know. Scientifically there are multiple answers for that. But realistically, it’s likely my design and programming, and the fact you haven't been touched the entire time I’ve been here.” He chuckles at the last bit, reminiscing on all the lectures about sexual health and how too much frustration is a bad thing, “You’re extra sensitive, and I know just what to do, where to touch, how to make you tick, Y/n.” He teases as he slowly rubs the pad of his thumb into your swollen clit, the sensation making you cave in on yourself as you try to avoid it. “Cute.”

“Jungkook, m’serious!” You slur, rocking softly. 

“I know pretty girl, I know. I can tell.” Jungkook chides, clearly finding some sort of humor as he watches you shake and twitch because of his cock. “You feel good, hm? Help yourself pretty.” 

“I'll try,” You nod, your bottom lip finding its place between your teeth once more. Your feet lift a bit to hook around Jungkook’s inner thighs, giving you some sort of leverage to fuck yourself up and down. The very first movement is already pulling a whine from past your lips, so sensitive already. Jungkook's eyes are fixated where the two of you are connected, giant eyes watching his cock disappear and reappear. He feels himself throb as a ring of your cum begins to form, deep, deep pride and smugness brewing. 

“Taking me so good, riding me so well.'' Jungkook praises, feeling his cock jump once again as your thighs begin to tremble softly. “Feels good?” Jungkook coos, palms beginning to run over the muscle. 

“Really good,” You nod, biting back moans. Jungkook moans softly when you tighten around him, hands reaching up for your face. 

“Be my good girl, let me hear you. Gotta hear how good my cock makes you feel,” Jungkook moans softly as you tighten around his cock. His fingers gently slip into your mouth, running along your tongue to hold your mouth open, preventing you from biting down on your lip again. “There you go,” He smiles as you moan and whimper, drool beginning to pool around Jungkook's fingers (not that he minds at all.) “I need to know how good I am to you,” He cracks, a small whimper slipping as he finishes his sentence. 

“You look so pretty, Kook-ah,” You babble around his fingers softly, looking down at him. The visual is almost enough to make you cum on the spot, so unbelievably worked up it almost hurts. The way he’s peering up at you like you’re everything to him, chest beginning to artificially flush, lips bright red, cheeks beginning to match. His hair is still splayed around his head, creating a pretty halo. “Gonna cum again for you,” You whimper, hips meeting his own with a small slap. 

“Good,” He smiles, rubbing small circles in your clit when you begin avoiding grinding onto him. It makes your legs shake further, your moans growing as you’re unable to muffle yourself, one hand still holding your jaw. You cum hard, thighs shaking harder than you’ve ever experienced before. Jungkook's sensitive to your reaction, slowing down his movements to allow you to ride through it without it hurting too much. “Good girl, so good for me, feels good, hm? Just a bit longer,” He talks you through it gently, voice honey to your ears. 

You nod, riding through it for as long as possible. As you finish, your body slumps forward, arms wrapping around Kook’s neck as you hug him close. “Do you not cum? Is that not how this works?” You chuckle softly, his cock still throbbing softly. 

“I can, when I feel that my partner has been thoroughly pleased and satisfied.” He informs, his CyberLife popping out for a quick moment. You shake, holding him closer. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your hair as you calm down. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, how much more satisfied am I gonna get?” 

“We’ll find out.” 

“Jungkook,” You pull back the slightest bit to catch his face, a cheeky smirk written all over it. He leans forward, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose. 

“I gotta make up for the weeks you were celibate.” He softly grinds up into you, filling you with a wave of want once more. “I need to satisfy you,”  He teases, kissing along your jaw and beginning to trail down to your neck. “Make sure no one else ever does it as good as me, no one else can make you cum like I can.” He continues, beginning to sit up and make you sit up as well, easily lifting both of your body weight. 

“Fuck, Kook,” You whine, allowing him to maneuver you onto your back, never slipping out once. You can feel him throb softly, beginning to work himself up. 

“So even if you look elsewhere, all you’ll think of is me, this pussy all mine, always,” He bites down softly into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving a light mark. “My girl,” He smiles, leaving light marks once more. His hips instinctively grind into you as he talks, not giving you a break for a second. 

“All yours, Kook. I'm all yours.” You whimper softly as he slides out entirely, slowly filling you up again. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” He whimpers into your neck, seemingly beginning to feel affected. “So tight,” He pants softly, hiking your legs up before pinning them to his shoulders, hands placed firmly on the couch underneath you. He’s deeper like this, able to target exactly where you need him without even really trying to. He slides out slowly, snapping his hips forward this time. It forces a moan from the both of you, sharp spikes of pleasure shooting up your back. 

Jungkook holds his torso up, strong arms flexing and veins beginning to show. Your hands grip hard at his biceps, trying to find some sort of stability as he easily folds you in half, hips unrelenting as he snaps them forward. You can't quiet down, mind becoming fuzzy as you moan and whine for him. 

“So tight, just, ah fuck, pulling me in, Y/n.” Jungkook pants, hands beginning to form fists where he holds the couch underneath his palms. You clench around him, words shooting straight to your core. “Don’t, shit, do that,” His hips falter the slightest bit, head falling forward slightly. 

“Want you to cum with me, Jeon,” You mumble softly, arms reaching around to claw and pull at his back, pulling him closer. “You'll do that for me, please?” You ask, catching his eye contact as he pulls his head up. He lets out a soft moan as you make eye contact, abs beginning to contract as he fights off his pleasure. Fuck, he’d do anything for you. 

“Need you to cum again first, just one more,” He speaks softly, reaching forward and pecking your lips softly before pulling away, he leans back a bit, giving himself more room to maneuver. His hips snap hard, chasing both of your highs. You almost complain at the loss of closeness, but quickly forget about it. “Let me have it, Y/n, need to feel you,”

It’s expected, but still rips through you, head thrown back into the couch as you shake hard. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, almost panting through your orgasm. Jungkook's hips don’t relent, chasing his own high. A loud whimper falls past your lips, hands reaching down in an attempt to push his hips away, “I know, I know, just a bit more, gonna cum for you, just like you asked pretty,” He consoles you, reaching down and softly pulling your palm up to his lips. He softly kisses your palm, hips stuttering and becoming uncoordinated as he teeters on the edge. 

“Please, Jungkook, cum in me,” You whimper, the overstimulation almost too much. Your hand holds the side of his face, his own hands falling to hold onto you. 

“Fuck, fuck, cumming for you,” He whimpers, hips surging forward, cumming as deep as possible. You whine and twitch as he continues, throughly fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the mess the two of you made together. His chest rises and falls, small pants slipping past his soft lips as he leans forward, holding you as close as possible as he kisses you, slow and deep, passionate. It makes you throb, quickly pushing him away before you get going again. 

“Kook,” You smile hazily at him. 

“Right, right,” Jungkook chuckles softly, pulling out as carefully as he can. He's covered in your cum, and you’d probably be more embarrassed if you had a sense of rationale left. “So fucking pretty,” He comments, and you meet his eyes to see what he’s talking about. He’s not staring at you, he’s looking at your pussy, hands hiking your legs up by your knees. 

“JUNGKOOK!!” The embarrassment begins to come back as does your rationality. Your legs pull against his hands, closing in on yourself. 

“I mean it,” He laughs softly, letting you go as he leans forward to kiss you once more. “C’mon,” He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and easily lifting you. You don’t pay much attention, but you know he’s walking to the bathroom based on the direction he’s going. He runs you a warm bath, consistently checking the temperature for you. He waits with you while it fills, softly rubbing out sore muscles to the best of his ability, kissing the dark marks in your skin. Once it’s filled, he carefully helps you in, making sure you don’t slip. Once you’re fully in, he gets up and begins to make his way out.

“Kook? Can you not take a bath?” 

“I can, I just need to clean up really quick first. I’ll be right back, promise,” He smiles, kissing the top of your head before leaving. You can faintly hear him shuffle about, evening declaring the space clean enough before joining you in the bath, sliding behind you. “You feel okay?” Jungkook asks softly against your shoulder, voice making goosebumps sprout against your skin. Your head is leaned back against his shoulder, back completely rested against his torso. “Anything hurt too badly?” He asks genuinely, not looking as he kisses the bite mark on your shoulder he left behind. 

“Yeah, I feel okay,” You smile, nudging against him softly. “I need to know though, how does your cum work? Do I have to buy a plan B or? That’d be kinda freaky, technology so advanced it can create life.” 

Jungkook genuinely laughs, making the water slosh as the both of you bounce softly. “No, no. It acts as a lubricant actually, so we could keep going if we really wanted to.” He smiles, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he hugs you close. “I wish though, you’d be such a good mama for me,” His voice vibrates against your skin, his palms splaying across your stomach where he holds you close. Once again, your pussy aches as he talks softly against your skin. 

“Do not!” You warn, pushing his face and hand away as it begins trailing further down. “We'll be going round 2,3,4, and 5 if you keep it up.” You laugh, trying to get away from him. 

“C’mon, pretty, relax. Let me clean you up,” Jungkook giggles as you slide away from him, trying to sit on the opposite side of the tub. He grabs your ankle, easily manuerving you to rest against his torso once more. He does as he promises, gently cleaning all the fluids and sweat off of your body, hands ghostly as he tries not to stimulate you any further. “I love you Y/n.” Jungkook sighs softly as he finishes his work, arms coming to wrap around you. 

“I love you too, Kook.” You smile softly, craning your neck around to kiss him gently. You carefully maneuver your feet under you, shakily standing out of the water. 

“Easy there, bambi,” He chuckles, holding his arms out on either side of you in case you really do lose balance and slip. He's persistent in his precaution, careful to hold his arms out until you’re securely on the bath mat on stable footing.

“C’mon, finish cleaning up so you can come warm me up,”

“I like the sound of that-“

“Jeon.” 

“Right.”

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⇢ Kinktober | Day 01

» rating › 18+ ® (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!) » pairing(s) › yoongi x reader, vmin x reader, taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader » genre › a/b/o, step-family, domestic » word(s) › 3k+ » posted date › 10.24.2021 

a/n: Soooo, I’m hella late to the party but I wanted to challenge myself to complete something on this blog because I abandon works to easily. So! here’s my kinktober! I decided to release them in groups instead of single stories so I hope you enjoy! Tags and things will be under their respective pictures to make it easier.

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01| Wide Awake

⇢ day 01 › somnophilia ⇢ pairing(s) › yoongi x reader ⇢ synopsis › Yoongi finds himself awake with a boner you’ve caused and well, you’re more than willing to help him with it. ⇢ a/u › abo / domestic ⇢ warning(s) › omega!yoongi, alpha!reader, hand kink, noona kink, handjob, spitting, allude to the reader riding Yoongi, needy!Yoongi, dirty talk, mated wolves, begging, sub!Yoongi, domme!reader,  

Yoongi finds himself waking up in the middle of the night with a raging boner. It wasn’t unusual when it came to sleeping in the same bed with you but it’s not an everyday occurrence either. He’s come to the conclusion that it’s not your fault but he can’t help but think you have something to do with it because sometimes he can feel you touching him in his sleep. He also knows that the two of you being mated has everything to do with it too. 

“___?” He calls out to you but you don’t say much of anything and well, he doesn’t think he can take much more of your hand all over his dick. It’s like you’re doing it on purpose— at least he thinks so, but he can’t say he doesn’t like it.

“Noona…” He tries to finagle himself to turn to face you but he can’t really move. Not with the way you’re cuddling into his back. “Noona? Wake up.”

“Hm?” He can feel your breath caressing his neck as a soft shiver racks through his body. He hisses when your thumb swipes over the head and when you fully wrap your hand around his cock, he knows you’re wide awake. You’ve been awake this whole time. He shrinks into your arms, his head falls back against your breast as he rolls his hips into your hand.

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Mds,,, melhor fic do jk!!

↳ Index [Chapter 16 - Worth Staying Better For]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: a few anxious thoughts in the beginning, domestic bliss, sub!Jungkook, dom!reader, mommy kink, morning sex, oral sex (m. & f.recieving), dry humping, multiple orgasms, spanking, she also rides him, choking, loving dirty talk, Koo is a needy and vocal bunny, they are so in love :( 

Wordcount: 8.3k

a/n: I’M LITERALLY GONNA FLING MYSELF OFF MY BED PLEASE I LOVE THIS COUPLE SO MUCH!! But on a calmer note, thank you guys. Thank you for all your support and for coming with me on this very emotional journey. This has been such a beautiful ride and aaol is genuinely one of my favourite stories I’ve ever written and I am happy that so many other people seemed to have shared this love with me. Truly I appreciate you so much! 💜

Jungkook is running. He hasn’t been running that quickly in ages. He is running and he loves it, because he is running for a reason. 

He will finally see you again. 

After four endless weeks in New York he will finally see you again. 

He doesn’t even feel the luggage in his hand. Nor does he feel the uncomfortable shoes on his feet, which until recently had annoyed the living shit out of him. 

Jungkook collides with the elevator wall, but doesn’t feel it. He pants, stares at himself in the mirrored wall and smiles. 

He will finally see you again. 

He missed you so fucking much. Quick phone calls between meetings and the occasional video calls were the only chances at getting something You. 

It drove him insane. During the day he was at least busy enough to find distractions from the constant ache of missing you, but the nights were the worst. He realised that he became so used to sleeping next to you that a lonely bed almost drove him insane. 

The elevator opens with a ding. 

Jungkook steps through the threshold and already calls out your name, taking little care that it was three in the morning and that he had neighbours. 

“I’m home!" 

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"Princesa"

|Introdução| |'Teaser'|

"Me apaixonei pela pessoa gentil que você é"

⏤ par: Hina (princesa) x Hazzard (espião)

⏤ gênero: espionagem, 'enemies/strangers to lovers', romance de época, realeza, romance, futuro 'smut' (próximos capítulos), se conhecendo como pessoa, reinos inimigos, sexo com 'plot'(próximos caps). desenvolvimento lento de relacionamento entre o casal.

⏤ classificação: 18+ (uso de palavrões, {sexo explícito} [mortes, torturas,,, possíveis cenas futuras de lutas]).

⏤ avisos: observação de ambiente fechado/privado sem permissão (espionagem, 'stalker'), possíveis guerras e lutas, ferimentos graves, menção á negligencia familiar (na infância), menção á solidão, 'smut'. *Avisos específicos para cada atualização.

⏤ palavras/capítulos: ainda não definido.

⏤ resumo: Hazzard, vai como espião para o reino inimigo. Vigiando a princesa em seus momentos privados e solitários, percebe que se encantou, muito mais do que poderia. A ordem é para matá-la, assim que lhe for ordenado, mas será que ele conseguirá manter-se fiel ao reino ao qual pertence?

⏤ nota da autora: o primeiro cap será lançado logo mais, tendo foco (visão principal da história) nos dois personagens principais (talvez em mais alguns personagens, mas sempre com foco em Hina e Hazzard). Personagens originais (criados por mim), com descrições de aparência e personalidade nas próximas atualizações. Vejo vocês em breve :) Se cuidem!!

[ Cores relacionadas ao personagens/falas: Roxo = Hina s2 Laranja = Hazzard <3 ]

(Se quer ser mencionado futuramente me avise :p)