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essentiallyleaf · 8 months

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day 07. public sex. with. soojin, zoa.

2388 words.

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kinktober ‘23, idol x idol x male reader, reader has the tiniest hint of rizz, but is still a loser at heart, public sex, double blowjob, standing doggy, pussy eating, fingering, stand & carry, 1mg of rimming, very smut heavy, basically unedited, complete mess.

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horny + tired sounds like a recipe for terrible writing. and i don’t really know if it is, since i basically haven’t read this back :] generically, leaf.

“I need this now” and “Take me here” might be the exact and only two sentences that could get you to do anything, anytime, anywhere. But that’s a hypothetical, and despite the inhibition of three Manhattans and a couple beers, castles in the sky crumble when you hear those exact words come out of those two’s sweetly curled and devilishly full and luscious lips in the middle of the dance floor.

You didn’t really know them that well. They go to the stationery shop you work at fairly frequently (every other Friday between 3 and 5 p.m., they usually hover around the notebook and colored pens sections, try a bunch of them out - like, sooo many, can they not recite the entire color palette by heart yet? - while laughing you can’t really tell at what, then come to the checkout with about exactly one sharpie and two big smiles, and then leave. What? No, you don’t remember them particularly more than any other customer. Why would you?), but you’d never really talked. That’s why you’re surprised when they approach you on a random Saturday night at the club, talking about which their favorite drinks solely based on color are and how, if bonsai are a thing, there must be a way to make humans exist in tiny, and what if they’re out there now, going around untying shoelaces and stealing any small item that falls to the ground? They don’t look drunk, they look happy, which is a different thing. Aren’t they just talking about gnomes, anyway (which, by the way, definitely exist)?

It’s not how they wear those good girl smiles a second before sandwiching you while dancing, their bodies pressed against yours. Soojin from behind, pawing at your pecs and slowly kissing your neck up to the back of your ear, Hyewon in front of you but facing away, her ass literally rubbing against your now visible erection while she takes your hands and moves them from her hips, to her exposed belly, up to her boobs.

It’s not how she turns her head to kiss you and that smile is still there, like she’s playing a game, like this is just harmless fun between friends. Yeah, friends, you think, until the deer eyed girl turns around to face the two of you, her hands reaching around you and landing on Soojin’s ass and switches from your mouth to hers. What made you think they were just friends again? You’d think of an answer, but you’re distracted by the older girl’s hand venture lower towards your dick, which she starts stroking through your pants.

It’s not even how the three of you (and you in particular) now look like a complete mess right in the middle of the club, your bodies rubbing on each other’s in feral hunger, your tongues entangling with burning lust. It’s really not that.

It’s how pairs of eyes turn towards that filthy scene. Initially just a couple passing peeks, then a few more, longer gazes, mixing aversion with slight arousal, until the whole club is aware of the tonguing, the groping and the humping. And while some of them walk away, the people who stay seem turned on by the scene, as if intoxicated by the scent of your libido.

It really should just be embarrassing for you. And at the start, it was. To be left open-mouthed in front of a live audience like a comically fat dead trout in a fishing contest while two, admittedly gorgeous, girls alternately brush, squeeze and hump your dick wasn’t exactly your proudest moment. But somehow, that embarrassment coexisted with a sense of excitement. And as the two keep making a toy for their pleasure out of you, the latter only grows stronger and ends up completely overpowering the former.

That’s why when Soojin asks “Wanna go to the bathroom?”, the only possible answer is “Why not here~?”

“There’s not enough space”

The crowd was in fact big and quite cramped around the three of you. You are left without choice as she takes you and Hyewon by the arm and leads you towards a small black door right by the bar.

The girls throw you into the wall and kneel in front of you before the door even closes. Four hands take your belt off, or rather attempt to for a while before getting it (it probably would have been easier if only one person did it, but you don’t dare suggest it), then pull your pants and your boxers down. You can still hear clearly not only the music, but every scream coming from the room you were just in (these walls suck, even for club bathroom standards).

Your cock, already erect thanks to the scene you three made back there, falls right in the middle of their expecting faces, and all they have to do is stretch their necks a little further to start sprinkling it with wet kisses and short licks and already causing you to shed some precum. They more or less intentionally happen to move towards your base and take a longer lick up to the tip of your dick, where they collect your nectar and meet in a French kiss. Actually, that’s not even a kiss, more like their tongues messily exchanging three people’s fluids while completely outside either’s mouths, and it looks fucking filthy.

Soojin is the first to wrap her lips around your head and start slowly but steadily bobbing, taking a slightly larger portion of you in her mouth each time. Hyewon, leaving no time wasted, travels further towards your balls, first getting them wet with her saliva, then alternatively taking one in her mouth and sucking it hungrily, seemingly having the time of her life. The older girl, despite the small size of her mouth, fits almost three quarters of your length in her cavern, even managing to keep herself there and brush the underside of your cock while sucking.

“Unnie, leave some for me!”

Soojin makes way for her friend/tongue buddy, who seems immediately much more feisty, though likely less experienced, sacrificing technique for power and a much faster pace. The older gathers Hyewon’s hair together in a makeshift ponytail and starts licking from her jaw and cheek to around her ear, while the younger, gifted with a bigger mouth, is basically already deepthroating you. You hold your hands around her head and push the last bit in, her eyes watering a little as you hold position for a good fifteen seconds. And, cut.

“You okay?”

“Fuck, that was fun!”

This deer eyed slut just deepthroated you without you batting an eye (well, you were quite lost in pleasure yourself, your eyes quite literally rolling to the back of your hair, but you know), and you’re surprised that she swears?

People could literally step into the bathroom at any point, but honestly, the thought is not even passing your mind. Actually, some might have even walked beside you while you were filling their mouths with your hardness, it’s honestly just too hard to pay attention to anything else, with these two. That’s why you can’t even fathom worrying about the rest of the people in the club, even with what happens next.

Soojin drops her jeans along with her light blue panties and sits on the long counter that connects all the sinks together, running along the entire length of the bathroom below the mirror, while Hyewon bends over in front of her, glancing at the other girl with a playful smile before feasting on her gorgeous pink pussy. You only need to get behind her, bunch her white tennis skirt up on her waist and pull her black panties down and to the floor. Her lips are fat, her slit clean and shiny. You look back at her underwear, and notice a wet patch in the center, not particularly small, either.

“Did you cum just by humping me back there?”

“Maybee~”

You hold your tongue out and take one long lick across her womanhood as she lets a moan out and into the older girl’s crotch. Her sweet scent, her soft texture, her perfect taste are- fuck it, you need your dick in that pussy. So stand up again, align yourself to her, and push it in.

Hyewon is tight, but even moreso, she’s warm. Her hole welcomes you like that’s all she was waiting for all night, like you’re her guest and she wants to make sure you know she prepared. And as you slowly thrust into her, making sure to use your hips to hit every little spot, every patch of her pussy, she lets a constant stream of guttural groans into the one she’s eating herself. Soojin can’t help but push the younger’s face into her crotch, stimulated not only by her tongue, taking trips now on her lips, now in her slit, now on top of her pink clit, but also by the vibrations of her lewd sounds, resonating in her cavern and expanding all over her body.

As you grip the girl’s asscheeks tightly, you start picking up the pace, but she immediately reaches a hand behind her and on your wrist. You slow down again, and her whimpers tell you that this is the rhythm she wants you to hold. In fact, her lower abdomen starts tensing up as a sign that her peak is near. She wants something else. She detaches from the older’s pussy, leaving her disappointed and cutely pouting, and takes small quick steps forward towards the counter, until her face is almost reaching the Soojin’s. She then zips her white top fully down. The older, in a better position to take care of it, gets the hint and rids herself of her top as well as her white strapless bra, leaving them beside one of the sinks. Hyewon takes a millisecond after that to attack her friend’s perfectly sized soft tits with her mouth and left hand, and her hole with her right.

The older is completely thrown off by the sudden initiative and the resulting pleasure it brings to her erogenous zones, and she starts moaning uncontrollably. The younger can’t hold it much longer. Her mouth leaves her friend’s boobs to meet her lips in another tongue filled spectacle. Two fingers from her right hand slide in and out of Soojin’s slit, while her thumb circles around her clit. The older’s also so close. But you’re the one who will make the final move.

You bend down towards Hyewon’s body, reach around and under her black one-shoulder top to feel and fondle her big fluffy mounds as you keep pumping your girth into her, and that ends her.

She washes your cock with the whirlwind of her juices while she contracts repeatedly around you and releases the lowest moan of the night. That in turn triggers her friend’s peak, in her case the liquid sprays on the younger’s hand and wrist and her hips buckle as she reaches to the mirror behind her for support.

Hyewon falls to her knees. Both girls are panting for oxygen, but the one you just fucked seems particularly spent from it.

“You good?”

She nods, and shows you her index finger: “One second”

You turn your head back up.

“Can you do it?”

“Can you~?”

This bitch. You step closer to the counter and wrap your hands around the underside of Soojin’s milky, meaty thighs to spread them open even more. You share a glance with her, and she looks fucking obscene. Her hair has lost its parting, her forehead covered in sweat. That lower lip always just kind of hanging there, like she needs something to fill her mouth at all times. So you kiss her hungrily, and she lets your tongue in her mouth like she’s craving it, like she’s begging for it.

Meanwhile, you guide your head to her slit and part it, slowly entering her cavern. She is so tight. She whines softly into your mouth as you get deeper and deeper. Once you’re fully in, you give her a second to get used to your girth.

“My neck. Your arms around my neck”

She obeys as you immediately raise her from the counter and carry her towards the center of the bathroom as you start pumping into her tight heaven.

Who fucking cares at this point, people could walk in on you and you would thank them. They’d love to have a cock big like yours, to have a girl as beautiful as yours, and to fuck the former into the latter like you’re doing right now. No. They’d just have to watch, like some pathetic frat boys peeping at an older girl they couldn’t even pray to get.

Your hands grab onto Soojin’s ass so you can bounce her pelvis on yours while pushing up, accentuating the movement, as she keeps kissing you like her life depends on it. You feel your orgasm building up.

Then, you feel something below you. Hyewon, revitalized after her orgasm, is now kneeling below you, open-mouth kissing your dick, your balls, her friend’s slit and, you guess, anything else she might find in the way. This girl can truly never be idle. Meanwhile, as you get closer and closer, you switch to quick, single, powerful thrusts. One. Two. And-

You feel Hyewon’s tongue brush your asshole. It’s a sensation you never felt before, it kind of tickles, but it almost stings, at the same time. What it surely does, is to make you cum on the spot. You fire multiple shots of white liquid into Soojin’s pussy, the sensation making her scream (they definitely heard this one outside) and triggering her waterfall a second time, and as only so much matter can fill such a tight space, all of her squirt and probably most of your cum end up dripping down and coating Hyewon’s face. Her mouth is promptly open, so she gets to taste your combined fluids.

She shuffles them around her cheeks for a while, then one big swallow.

“Yummy~”

“Fuck, Hyewon. Was that on purpose?”

“Huh?”

“Your tongue”

“Oh! Well, did you like iiit?”

“He fucking came as soon as you touched him! What do you think?”

“Well, let’s see if it happens a second time, then”

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it’s 4am. god. finally, leaf.

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msnanu · 6 months

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Libertine 07 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ some fluff, smut, mild angst, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

Jungkook was still holding you by the waist. He looked at you confused. “What?”

“Take-me-to-your-place.” You said slowly, emphasizing each word.

The look on your face was enough for Jungkook to understand what you were really asking for.

The two of you looked like two teenagers just hitting puberty, the speed with which you walked to the car, desperate to hit something. The silence between you indicated the rush you were in, you didn't want to talk, you didn't want small talk, you just wanted to solve all that lust.

In the car, Jungkook struggled to take the shortest route home.

His breathing was uneven. He didn’t dare look at you, he didn’t trust himself. He could hear you giggling beside him, as if you were enjoying his haste and condition.

As soon as Jungkook pulled into his driveway, you both quickened your pace to the door, as if the anticipation would kill you at any moment.

On his first step into the house, you threw yourself into his arms. Your hands went straight to his hair, while his tried to hold you by the waist. Your hungry lips attacked him unceremoniously. You pulled him close, walking backwards.

Jungkook knew it was his job to take you upstairs, but the intensity with which you were attacking him was such that he could barely walk straight.

Quickly you lowered your hands to the hem of the shirt he was wearing.

"Hey! Hey baby, let's go upstairs." He said as he tried to control your hands.

Jungkook didn't want you there, he wanted you in his bed.

Baby? You grimaced and turned your attention to his hair.

Jungkook struggled to turn you over and make you walk without touching him, although he was desperate to feel your hands on his body as soon as possible. Behind you he squeezed your waist and planted small kisses on your shoulders. The way up the stairs was tumultuous but you seemed to enjoy all that despair.

Inside the room, you reached for the underside of Jungkook's shirt, carelessly peeling it off.

Fuck. You really couldn’t get enough of this man. He looked like a freaking sculpture.

Your eyes roamed across his chest to the bottom of his abdomen. You looked delighted and Jungkook’s ego couldn’t be bigger right now, your slender fingers tracing every detail, making him shiver.

Before you could reach for his zipper, Jungkook pulled you closer and effortlessly pushed you onto your back on the bed. Loud female laughter filled the room making him cheekily smile. Jungkook climbed up on the bed right away, starting his kisses on your shin.

Gently, Jungkook began to slow the pace you were at. His kisses were extremely slow and lingering, his hand caressed the entire length of your leg, feeling its softness. And as much as you enjoyed his hands caressing every part of your body, you were desperate for him. You needed more.

When he reached your waist, he carefully searched for the side zipper of the skirt you were wearing.

“You're gonna kill me at that pace.” You claimed, taking a deep breath.

Jungkook chuckled slowly pulling your skirt down. He enjoyed so much seeing you lose control of yourself. And it was all because of him.

Back to his ministrations, stroking your thighs, Jungkook planted kisses inside it. Seeing that you sighed deeply, he lingered in that region. The skin on your body was so soft, so sensitive to the touch, he was almost angry at himself because he couldn't enjoy any of it that day at the library. But now, there you were, his completely, from head to toe.

Carefully, he pulled your panties down, letting it slide over your legs.

Without Jungkook having to say or do anything, you spread your legs, making room for him to fit in perfectly.

Jungkook propped himself up on the mattress, holding each of your legs at his sides.

Deliberately, he took a tortuous path for you to your intimacy. As his lips approached the area that was begging to be touched, his hot breath trailed across his thigh and groin.

What’s this kind of sorcery he’s been putting on you and your body? Why does his touch feel so good and so right? Why is your body reacting differently to him than to the others? This doesn’t make any sense.

Your breathing was loud and exaggerated, with your head sunk into the mattress you couldn't stand the wait.

He thought about using his fingers, but he needed to taste you first. Starting slowly, his tongue started exploring your exposed wet flesh. When you felt his mouth finally touching you, you breathed a sigh of relief, your head stilled even more, and your eyes snapped shut.

You ran a hand through his hair, trying to guide him up, but he refused at first. He knew where you wanted him to touch you, but he would make you wait for it. You really needed to learn some patience.

As Jungkook's movements sped up and became more precise, your voice became more audible and your body more restless. Your hands were now reaching for the sheets, squeezing them tightly.

“J-Jungkook.” You pleaded with a shaky voice.

He fought the urge to lift his face just to see you like that. His cock was so hard just of hearing the sinful sounds coming out of your dirty mouth.

Feeling that your legs at his sides were struggling to keep open, and your moans were now uncontrollable, Jungkook slightly lifted his tongue, bringing it to the red, swollen spot. Oscillating between light snacks and hickeys, he took the time to pay special attention to that area.

Your back was arched, for the first time your eyes were open, staring with difficulty at the precious scene of Jeon Jungkook going down on you. The feeling of anticipation didn't let you last much longer than you wanted. Your body was begging for it since that library day, it was obvious you wouldn't be able to handle much longer.

Jungkook kept sucking on your clit again and again, his tongue flicking against it rapidly causing your legs to quake. Your hands were now holding him in that position, and your mouth was uttering the worst kinds of curses along with a symphony of moans.

Two of his fingers sneaked into your cunt, twisting and curling into every blissfully sinful spot you could imagine. His movements with his fingers were slow and deliberate as he curled them up into your g-spot while his tongue continued to expertly work your throbbing clit.

Your bundle of nerves was overly sensitive; the more you tried to push away from him, the tighter his grip on your hip became.

"You're doing so well, baby. Stay still. I know you can take it, Baby girl," he soothed you before returning his mouth back to your clit.

Fuck. He is gonna be the death of you.

He then added a third finger into you, stretching out your quivering walls. The rapid contracting of your walls signaled that you were close to your orgasm. He started to pump his fingers faster, curling them upwards into your g-spot, driving you over the edge into your first orgasm. Your legs trembled while he eagerly lapped up the liquids from you and gave your pussy another long and slow lick.

“Oh, my.” You mumbled as you laid there in complete ecstasy. Your hand caressed your own body, while a small smile formed on your lips. Your sighs were heavy, but the feeling was relaxed.

Slowly, Jungkook moved to meet your mouth, kissing you softly as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You seem... relaxed.” He joked.

“You think that’s funny? You will regret this.” You said jokingly, biting your lip.

Motivated, you tried to get out of bed to switch positions with Jungkook, but he promptly stopped you.

“What?” You were confused.

Kissing you again, Jungkook slowly lifted your blouse, pulling it off. “You don't have to. I want you right now.”

You looked him up and down, not entirely convinced.

It was true, Jungkook was delighted to feel your tongue on his throbbing cock, but he felt even more that he might die if he wasn't inside you right now. Your taste, your touch, your body, he couldn't think of anything else.

Standing up, before taking off his own pants he stopped to watch you. He had never seen you fully naked. To his eyes, you didn’t have any single flaw, you were absolutely divine.

“Like what you see?” You teased him.

“Yeah. Very much.”

Slipping out of his pants, Jungkook searched his nightstand for a condom and then laid down on top of you again. He didn't want to waste another minute.

He followed a new path of kisses, this time from your belly, through your breasts to your neck. On the breasts, he took a little time to nibble and moisten them. He saw you gasp in pleasure.

He was good. So good.

Gently, Jungkook filled you, and he couldn't tell what had changed since the library day, but there, in his bed, everything felt better, amplified. He wished he had started his movements lighter, but he just couldn't help himself.

His movements increased in intensity, and you began to dig your nails into his back. If you didn't have short fingernails, Jungkook could have sworn you'd be making him raw.

The lewd sound of his hip bumping against yours encouraged him even more. Your face was a mixture of pleasure and agony, your gaping mouth cursing him with several names while your legs were instinctively opening even wider to receive him.

Leaning down to kiss you, he whispered. “God. You're so fucking beautiful.”

You felt a tickling sensation in your stomach immediately and you were about to tell him to stop saying that, but you couldn’t even formulate a word. When you tried to answer, another thrust made you moan louder.

More and more the impact between the two became more violent.

Jungkook pulled back slightly to lift one of your legs to his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper. Feeling the pressure, you swallowed hard as you gasped. He could feel he was cumming there, his body was rigid, the wet noise caused by the body shock was making him delirious.

In his last thrusts, Jungkook let his body rest on yours, your hands went to his arms, scratching them. He was feeling weak, his body started to shake a little, feeling some spasms.

A high-pitched moan escaped from your lips.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned.

Just as he finished, he felt you tighten around him as you came for the second time, making him tremble. Even though he was using a condom, the hot, wet sensation made him groan. Making him imagine how amazing it would feel to fuck you raw.

Jungkook laid down beside you, panting, trying to steady himself. He didn't understand what was so different about sex with you from other girls. It was just better, more right. Once again, he found himself thinking it wasn't supposed to be that good.

Now, your scent permeated his sweaty body, while his scratched back ached as he shifted on the mattress.

You were all over him. Mind, body, soul, in every possible way.

He looked to the side to see you staring at the ceiling with a more peaceful breath than his. You had a slight uncomfortable look on your face.

“You okay?” He worried.

You smiled at him fondly while nodding and made to get up.

As you sat up in bed, Jungkook's hands slid down your bare back to the top of your waist. He was really mesmerized by the sight before him. Your hair was down and down halfway down your back, adding even more beauty to your being. Your silhouette drawn against his sheet was breathtaking.

He just couldn't believe that you were in his bed, even after he'd been piously convinced that one day you would.

You held the sheet over your collar as you turned to face him.

"I'm starving." You said quietly, holding back a laugh.

One of Jungkook's hands stroked your waist as he smiled at you. “I think Hyun might have something for you.”

You frowned. “Who’s Hyun?”

“On paper she's my housekeeper, but it's like part of the family.”

“You have a housekeeper? What the actual fuck?”

He didn't know if you were serious or just mocking him.

“Well... uhm... My dad's stuff. He would never leave me alone. I think he's afraid I'll turn into a tramp.”

You laughed watching him try to explain himself.

The mood was divine.

“What a spoiled baby you are.” You said, pouting.

“What, are you going to say you're not too?” He tried to divert the conversation.

“Of course, I am. My mom has always done everything to secure my future, but we don't have a housekeeper.” You mocked the last part.

Jungkook smiled seeing you tease him. It was a great start to the afternoon.

"I'll leave you without food if you keep going..."

"Oh, God, no. I might turn into a monster. You really don’t wanna mess with me when I’m hungry" You cried.

You got up quickly, getting out of the sheets and looking for your clothes on the floor.

Jungkook felt a very strange sense of satisfaction. It wasn't something he was unaccustomed to feeling, usually every time a girl came to his bed, he felt this good, but there was something about you that made him feel extra good about himself.

Perhaps it was the power you wielded. You weren’t a girl who would likely humiliate herself to be with him again. You would never stoop to him; it was something he could sense through your actions.

You were too good for him. And he hated knowing that.

Jungkook watched you put on your panties as you hunted your skirt across the floor.

“You should go like this; looks good on you.” He smirked at you.

You stopped while staring at him and stuck out your tongue making him laugh, “Can you hurry up, please?” You said, throwing a tantrum.

Jungkook struggled to get up and put on decent clothes. If it were for him, the two of you could stay in bed until the next day.

He watched as you put on the shirt he was wearing earlier. In a normal situation Jungkook would find you extremely attractive, but instantly the memory of you wearing a Jimin’s t-shirt came to his mind, and he just couldn't feel a thing.

Jungkook made an effort to hide his displeasure.

Down the stairs, Jungkook saw Hyun's back in the kitchen cleaning the counter. The only thing he hoped was that she wouldn't make comments like Mrs. Yoon had.

“Hyun, morning.” He started as you both approached the kitchen. You were surprised to hear the informality to which Jungkook addressed her, she really must be like family to him.

The woman turned slowly and pondered when she saw the female figure in front of her "boss".

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon." Hyun responded by nodding. “And…” She waited for you to complete.

“Y/N, I’m Y/N.” You smiled complacently.

Before Hyun could complete the sentence, Jungkook intervened. “You don't have to be so formal Hyun, Y/N is my friend.”

“Oh.” Hyun smiled fondly at you. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.” You smiled.

Jungkook swallowed hard, watching his housekeeper mask her discomfort at meeting another girl who had slept there. It wasn't like he'd brought thousands of girls there, but it was enough for someone older to think he was a manwhore.

However, few girls actually knew Hyun, she was like Jungkook's family. Most of the time she just saw the other girls from afar and almost always gave him a disapproving look.

He didn't want that meeting to mean more than it was. You were meeting a lot of people close to him, and that wasn't something that was comfortable.

"So, could you make Y/N a sandwich or something, please?" Jungkook hurried.

“Of course.” Hyun nodded and started looking for food.

As soon as Hyun distanced herself from the two of you, you teased him.

“You have a lot of women around your life, huh?” You stared at him as you sat down and one of the stools.

Jungkook chuckled, moving to the other side to face you. “I have no idea what you mean,” He played.

Of course, he knew.

“I don't mean only sexually. There's a lot of feminine presence out there.” You gestured teasing him.

Your sincerity in absolutely every matter always scared Jungkook a little.

“I think you judge me very badly, Y/N.”

You bit your lip and smiled at him.

For a few moments, you remained silent, watching him intently. You had your gaze so intent on him, he felt you were seeing right through to his soul. It was uncomfortable, and totally out of his comfort zone. You weren't intimate.

He had awakened your curiosity, that’s for sure.

“What about your mother? I never heard you talk about her.”

'Oh, fuck you' was the only thought in his head.

Once again, he found himself in a position where he just couldn't understand why you cared. It had already happened when you'd asked him about college, about the way he acted. That interest of yours disturbed him.

Why did you have to be like this, so obstinate, unbearably insatiable? You wanted to drain everything he could offer, you wanted to know everything about everyone, you were pure evil. Okay, that might be a little exaggerated but then again, Jungkook hated to talk about this kind of things.

A feeling of anguish hit him. He exhaled hard.

You realized you might have screwed up with your question and that this was a sensitive topic for him. In your mind you were already cursing at yourself and your curiosity. You shouldn’t be talking this much.

“You don’t have to-” You were brutally interrupted.

“I didn't meet her.”

Oh, great Y/N, you and your big mouth screwed it up.

You parted your lips and let out a long breath.

"I'm sorry."

Without realizing it, you still kept your gaze on him, which made Jungkook feel small next to you.

He didn't feel comfortable talking about his mother with you or anyone to be honest, but at the same time a sense of urgency begged him to open up to you. It was like a child who was getting attention for the first time.

He mouthed a few barely audible words.

Lucky for him, Hyun approached you again. Now he definitely wouldn't open his mouth, he didn't need Hyun to hear him being a crybaby boy.

“I added some tomatoes, hope it's to your liking.” Hyun had a plate with an extremely filling sandwich in her hand.

Jungkook gulped, swallowing all the words he was trying to say seconds ago.

“Oh, I love tomatoes.” You said matter-of-factly, as if a few minutes ago you hadn't been trying to get into Jungkook's depths, “Thank you.”

Jungkook nodded slightly to himself. You were truly something out of this world.

He watched you devour your lunch in front of him. You were so hungry you barely seemed to care about his gaze.

It was indeed a change of atmosphere. The somber tone quickly disappeared. It was weird, but good.

In that moment you looked so innocent, so harmless, his thoughts instantly traveled to a terrible conversation that morning. Jimin's voice came to his mind, the way he was speaking of you. Looking at you there so small made him feel sorry.

He didn't know if he should tell you what he'd heard, yet he knew you deserved to know. It might seem like he was trying to take advantage of the situation, but deep down he was angry with Jimin and feeling bad for you. Not even he had been so shitty to women. And that was a lot to say.

Jungkook cleared his throat and gathered his courage.

“Jimin was talking about you today.” He started, avoiding looking at you.

An awful way to start that subject.

“Did he?” You simply said, as you took another bite of your sandwich.

Jungkook could tell you weren’t worried about it. The fact that you didn't even ask what he'd said justified that.

He swallowed hard, working up the courage to tell you. He felt like shit, and that wasn't even his fault.

“He was talking about the way you taste.” His voice came out lower than usual.

When Jungkook finished his sentence, you put your sandwich back on your plate and slowly lifted your head to face him. At that moment Jungkook looked at you, worried. It wasn't possible to hear any other sound in the environment, not even their breathing, as you and Jungkook were static, facing each other.

“What?” You asked without an ounce of emotion in your voice.

“Earlier this morning, when we were in a group…well, actually no, I had just arrived and…he was talking about you with some other guys.” Jungkook took a step forward from the counter, trying to get closer to you. “I'm sorry that he spoke like that about you, I just thought you had the right to know.”

He was being sincere. You might not want to see him for the rest of eternity if you didn't believe his words, but he felt a duty to tell you, a duty to keep you away from guys like Jimin.

He watched you take a deep breath and push your plate of food away.

"I think I'm not hungry anymore."

You felt so embarrassed. You didn’t expect that from Jimin, not at all. You thought he was different, and he turned out to be exactly the worst type of man in your mind. There’s always gonna be that asshole that speaks about women as if they were objects, it disgusts you to your guts.

The saddest thing of all, is that the idiots that were listening to Jimin talking about you and the way you taste, are probably thinking he’s such a genius. How fucked up is this world.

You got up and walked towards the sink, moving away from Jungkook.

“Y/N…” Jungkook tried to hold your hand, but you forced yourself to walk forward.

These are the kind of shit that really bothers you. You’ll never understand why in the world do men feel the need to uplift themselves while talking publicly about their sexual encounters.

Maybe you should just stick to sleep with women, you never had these kinds of issues with the girls you slept with. You wish Jimin was the first one to do this to you, but he’s not. And what bothers you the most is that Jungkook is looking at you as if you were a kicked puppy.

Jungkook saw you place both hands against the sink counter and take a deep breath. Your head was down, and he hesitated for a moment to approach you, but let his sense of humanity speak louder.

He placed his hand on your shoulders and watched you shrug.

“You probably think I'm an idiot.” You whispered.

Jungkook frowned. “What?”

“For sleeping with a guy like him.” Your voice was low, failing.

And suddenly he wanted to kill Park Jimin.

You looked so helpless, without all the haughty posture.

“Oh fuck, no. Y/N,” Jungkook pressed your shoulder making you face him. “This is not your fault. There was no way for you to know, not even I knew that he had this type of behavior. And trust me, I’ve been his friend for a long time now.”

You bit your lips avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook cupped your face lifting slightly. “Stop saying these things.”

You gave a weak smile and when Jungkook touched your lips with his thumb, you leaned in to kiss him.

You were both very good and very bad for each other at the same time. Jungkook didn't know how to deal with the kind of feelings you were feeling, he'd never needed to comfort a girl, and you had never opened up so spontaneously to anyone before. In some dysfunctional way, you worked.

And that was all that mattered at that moment.

This kiss was different from the others you had shared, it lacked the desperation, the urgency, it was calm, subtle, somehow enigmatic. It wasn't the kind of kiss that led to sex.

Jungkook's hand pressed to your cheeks as you placed small kisses on his lips. He lifted your face, pulling you away slightly, making you smile.

As he caressed your face, he saw you struggling to speak. It’s like you’re a whole new girl, without that self-confidence and defensive tone that you tend to arm yourself around everyone.

“I-I think I should go home.” You tilted your head back even more to look at him. Your voice was shaky. This is so weird for you.

Jungkook however did not intend to release you anytime soon. His face turned to your neckline, spreading kisses. His arms went around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

“I don't think so.”

It was a big change in tone from the last time you'd been together. He wasn't desperate to be away from you, on the contrary, he wouldn't mind having you there for the rest of the day.

Jungkook grabbed the back of your hair, exposing your neck even more. His kisses turned into light bites, causing you to moan in protest.

"Jungkook..." You tried to argue but your thoughts couldn't build a sentence.

It was so scary how he made you lose all control of yourself. This kind of feeling was new and as a certified fuckgirl, you shouldn’t be feeling anything, as usual. You couldn’t even understand what was going on with you and your mind.

"I like how my name sounds around your lips." He admitted, making you smirk.

One of Jungkook's hands held tightly to your waist, while the other stroked your hair. You squeezed the hand that was close to your neck, while the other leaned on the counter, seeking stability.

He saw you clench your thighs and smiled, releasing his hot breath on your neck.

"Hyun is here, stop it." You said, but there was no certainty in your voice.

"Do you really think she cares?" Jungkook continued his advances.

You pulled his face up, drawing strength from God knows where. “It's disrespectful and uncomfortable.”

Jungkook held your face again and saw you break into a half-drunk smile. It was inevitable not to smile back at the sight.

“Don't be so prudish.”

“Remember when you told me that in the cafeteria?” You said, biting your lip.

Why the fuck did I said that? You thought to yourself immediately.

That phrase scared Jungkook a little. He didn't know if that kind of memory was the type of thing that people in love would remember, he could barely remember what he had eaten for dinner the night before, not even this conversation between you two. The thought that you had vivid memories of talking to him made him think that maybe that thing of you was taking a different turn.

Jungkook's delay in response made you exhale heavily. He could feel that you had regretted it.

“I really should go. I don't want to disturb you.” You anticipated, cutting the subject.

“I like being disturbed by you.” Jungkook said smirking as he pulled your face close again.

Seeing that you were struggling to keep away from his lips, Jungkook released you and pulled you by your hand out of the kitchen. He walked ahead of you towards the living room couch. He didn't want you to leave, at least not now.

Taking advantage of his strength, Jungkook lay down on the soft pad and pulled you down on top of him.

“What the hell.” You cursed.

"You're not leaving." Jungkook said as one of his hands held your face and the other kept your waist against his body.

“You do know that at some point I will have to.” You chuckled.

His hands were still doing their best to keep your body pressed against his, while your body moved shamelessly. Jungkook saw the moment you decided to tease him, your ass fitted his crotch perfectly, and the way you repeated your movements made him breathe heavily.

When you felt Jungkook's warm breath on your neck, you smiled in satisfaction.

“You’re not being fair.” Jungkook said softly near your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“You started it.” You added with your voice shaky as you felt him place kisses on the exposed part of your neck.

In a way, that was heaven for Jungkook. He didn't need to worry about anything.

You were silent for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Jungkook refused to see it as a "couple thing", but deep down he knew you looked like one.

In that position, the scent of your perfume invaded his entire personal space, making him feel even more powerless.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" He asked, trying to regain his thoughts.

"Tomorrow?" You craned your neck to face him.

Jungkook nodded.

“I don't think I have plans; my friends intend to study..." You finished your sentence in a low tone, as if expecting Jungkook to propose something to you.

“Taehyung is throwing a party at his house,” He started, watching your reaction.

You bit your lip, as if considering your next words, “So?”

“What do you mean ‘So?’? I'm inviting you.”

“Are you now?” You arched an eyebrow trying to look at Jungkook over your shoulder.

Jungkook felt a little silly. Unlike the day at the pub, he wanted you to be there with him, not just be there.

“Of course, I am.” He wore his most smug smile. “I think it will be cool.”

Jungkook's arms squeezed you even tighter.

You thought about it for a second. It’s just a party. It would be good for you to go out for a while and have a good time. Plus, it’s at Taehyung’s, and you really like him. He’s cool.

“Okay, you pick me up then.” You said softly.

That was perhaps a problem.

Not that Jungkook minded picking up the girls he went out with at their house but picking up a girl to go to a party involved, in his mind, a kind of commitment. Arriving with a girl at a party was for couples, for men who weren't planning on getting involved with other people during the event.

He swallowed hard, trying to disguise that the possibility bothered him.

In your mind, it wasn’t a problem because it’s totally normal for you. One of your best friends, Hobi, is usually the one to drag you to parties with him. You had arrived multiple times with him and didn’t give two fucks about what people might think because you knew he’s just your friend. And Jungkook is just your…fuck buddy? If anything, you know it’s just a guy that you sleep with. Right. Shouldn’t be a problem for you.

“Sure.” Jungkook whispered hesitantly.

Both of you then stayed in that position for about an hour. It was kind of a different moment for you, you were together without any sexual contact, not cursing or teasing each other, it was different.

Jungkook was stroking your waist, his thoughts were racing, his curiosity to know what was going on in your head was killing him. He wanted to know how you felt, if you were uncomfortable, if you were using him as a way to forget about Jimin. While being there with you made him feel good, it also made him anxious.

The house was completely silent, Hyun didn't seem to be around, so Jungkook saw a window of opportunity. You seemed to be breathing a little more heavily than usual, not sleeping but relaxed.

He brought his lips to your neck and began to spread light kisses all over that region. You had let out a small growl in protest. Jungkook's hands went slowly to your thigh, rubbing it. Despite your small complaint, your waist moved again, seeking Jungkook's contact.

“You really are incorrigible.” You said laughing.

With an effort, you freed herself from Jungkook's arms and turned to face him. Jungkook brought his hands to your face, seeing you slightly blush. As you started to kiss, you placed your hands on Jungkook's shoulder, seeking for support to straddle him.

Jungkook smiled when he saw you over the top. You began to grind on him as your mouth kissed his bare chest.

Jungkook's hands tightened on your thighs, increasing the friction between you both even more.

When you started to let out little moans in Jungkook's ear just to tease, the boy complained.

“Oh, fuck you.”

You chuckled.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make this for me? Literally” Jungkook lifted his back from the couch and held you in his lap.

Facing each other, you both smiled.

Another thing that had changed in Jungkook's life was the number of times he was smiling during the day. It might seem lame, but the feeling of satisfaction was getting more frequent. Before, it was only with his friends that he had moments of enjoyment, now something was different. He would never admit that you had a big influence on this.

As your kiss began to grow hotter, to the point where Jungkook was involuntarily moving his hips to force contact with you, a familiar voice rang out from the back of the room.

“Mr. Jeon, I-” The housekeeper's voice was interrupted as she entered the room catching her boss and “his friend”.

Embarrassed, you jumped aside, curling up in the corner of the sofa.

“Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-” Hyun stuttered.

Jungkook laughed at the situation, cutting off the apology. “Don't worry. It's okay, Hyun.”

“I can come back later.” She said, already walking away from the room.

Looking at you all flushed in the corner of the sofa, Jungkook stifled a laugh.

“You know, she's probably more embarrassed than you are.” He teased.

“Oh God. I will never come to your house again.” You said, getting up with your hands over your face.

Jungkook followed, holding you from behind. “Don't you dare.”

“I really should go now.” You said as you grabbed your bag from the armchair.

Your flushed face made Jungkook smile out of the corner of his mouth. It was weird for him to see you being vulnerable, even after the kitchen episode. Vulnerability was a quality that didn't suit you at all.

He wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day there with you, but this time he decided not to insist. Gradually he was feeling that he was losing some of his detached pose, and he hated that feeling.

“Okay.” Jungkook stated, taking his car keys.

“Are you not planning to put a shirt on?”

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook shot back, raising his eyebrow as he looked down at his own shirt on your body.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smirk.

The drive to your apartment was incredibly pleasant. There wasn't much conversation, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. You did indeed look like a couple, the boyfriend taking his girlfriend home.

When Jungkook parked in front of your building he watched as you leaned over to kiss him. It was a subtle, almost imperceptible kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” You saw Jungkook frown. “For telling me about Jimin.”

“Oh-”

Before Jungkook could say anything, you stopped him.“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled, leaving him alone in the car, slightly confused and annoyed.

The confusion and irritation came from you bringing Park Jimin into the conversation. Jungkook understood the reason why you were grateful but remembering that after your time together bothered him somehow. He knew that was his insecurity problem. The return of the subject made him think again that you might be with him in order to forget about Jimin.

Not that you didn't have the right, but that possibility gnawed at him inside.

In all honesty, you were simply thanking him. You didn’t have to forget Jimin because there was nothing to forget. He had been one more on your list. But of course, Jungkook didn’t know that.

That Friday after class Jungkook went to look for Taehyung, there were things he needed to sort out before the party.

Jungkook found his friend in the cafeteria, along with Yoongi and Jin.

“Morning, guys” Jungkook saluted proudly.

Jin arched his eyebrow. “Someone is quite in a good mood today.”

“Who did you fuck now, JK?” Yoongi shot.

A chuckle in unison filled the entire table they were sitting at, attracting a few curious glances.

“Leave my man be.” Taehyung got up and patted Jungkook on the shoulder.

Jungkook laughed at his friends and cast a worried look at Taehyung, who quickly understood that his friend needed to talk. The two moved slightly away from the group table.

“What's the drama this time?” Taehyung teased him.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “It's nothing, it's just that…,” He hesitated. “Did you tell Seulgi about the party tonight?”

He saw his friend grimace as if he'd asked the most absurd thing in the universe.

"Uh- No? Why would I do that?"

“Don't look at me like this isn't a valid question. She is always with the group.”

Taehyung laughed. “Yeah, because you fuck her.”

The two looked at each other and Jungkook laughed along with his friend. It made sense. Taehyung would do anything to help him, he knew. If he had, for some reason, talked about the party with Seulgi, he'd make sure she didn't show up.

"Why do you care anyway?" Taehyung asked him.

A slightly uncomfortable silence rose in the air.

“I'm gonna take Y/N with me.” Jungkook stared at his friend waiting for his reaction.

“Wow, looks like someone is actually enjoying things.” He flashed a huge smile. “Happy for you, Kook.”

Jungkook still felt a little awkward sharing this sort of thing with one of his friends. It was different for him to have that kind of support, to be so open about relationships, not that he had any kind of relationship with you. Maybe it was his personal problem, trusting people in general.

“You gonna pick her up?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook admitted defeated.

“Why do I feel like you're bothered?” The way Taehyung knew him so well was frightening.

“I don't know, it's just... We... We don't have anything and... Oh fuck, it's so weird.” Jungkook struggled.

“Relax, text her when you're leaving, and park away from my house if you like. It’s not that big of a deal” Taehyung tried to soften the situation.

“You gonna teach me to fuck her too?” Jungkook laughed, “Wait. I just realized, I don't think I have her number.”

Taehyung looked incredulous. “You're joking right? I can give it to you.”

“Why do you have her number?”

“Why don't you?”

It was like two children talking. For a moment they looked at each other with grimaces, and then they burst out laughing.

“Here. I already send it to you.” Taehyung had his cell phone in his hand.

Jungkook took his own cell phone from his pocket and saw the screen flash with his friend's message. In the content it was possible to see that your contact was saved with a fairy emoji by its side on Taehyung's cell phone.

“A fairy? Really?” He spoke.

Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn't care less. “She saved herself like that. I like her, she's funny.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook giggled and slowly walked out to the parking lot.

Jungkook didn't feel the need to look for you around college, maybe it was best you didn't see each other before the party. Walking toward his car, he thanked the heavens he hadn't run into Seulgi on the way. All he needed to do now was wait for night to come.

For the first time, Jungkook was nervous about a girl.

He was feeling pressured not to screw things up when he would be with you. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but something in him didn't want you to hate him.

It was silly, he knew it was, and yet these thoughts kept haunting him.

Jungkook was now lying in bed, just waiting for the night to come.

With his phone in hand, Jungkook scrolled to your name in his contact list. On the small screen, he saw a black and white photo. The bottom appeared to be a swimming pool, you were in the front, with sunglasses under your wet hair, and a simple necklace that ended at the beginning of your breasts.

You were surreally beautiful.

Your shoulders were wet, your mouth was slightly open, and your eyes… could unravel the greatest of the world's mysteries. He had never met anyone like that, your eyes intimidated him in a way he didn't understand, they were pure abyss, unreadable.

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts.

“How do you do this?” He whispered to himself. It was a feeling of physical and mental anguish.

He pressed your contact and waited for the conversation to open up. Chewing the inside of his cheek nervously, Jungkook decided he had nothing to lose.

JK: Can I pick you up at nine-thirty?

The word "Online" appeared under your name.

Y/N: How did you get my number? And nine-thirty sounds great. JK: Taehyung. Y/N: Oh, is he there with you? JK: Not now. Alone. 😔

That sad emoji wasn't one of his proudest moments.

Y/N: Poor baby.

Jungkook stared at the screen, there was nothing more to say and he didn't want to sound like an annoying asshole.

His cell phone vibrated on his chest. A temporary photo popped on the screen.

Jungkook opened the photo and saw your figure lying down, wrapped in a cream sheet. Your chest was covered, and your shoulders were showing, your hair appeared to be tangled, and your face had a tiny smile.

Further down there was a caption that read: I don't know what I'm going to wear today…

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Jungkook smiled to himself, he was a little disbelieved.

JK: I think you look good this way. Y/N: LOL, would you take care of me if I showed up like this? JK: Only if you're not wearing your panties.

Instantly he regretted it.

He quickly reached the delete message button, but a message from you came right below.

Y/N: I saw it. Y/N: Never mind, you gave me some ideas. 🙂 JK: Care to share?

There was no reason for him not to be a bastard in those messages, you yourself were giving him the go-ahead.

Y/N: I don't know if you deserve… JK: You know I do. JK: 😉

Another temporary message popped up.

In this photo, your bed was in the background, on top of the sheets was a short dark blue, almost black dress. Behind the bed was a transparent window, the sunset was hitting it full, causing the reflection to appear in the image.

That is just a small detail of that photo.

In the reflection, Jungkook could see your naked silhouette. Cell phone in hand, standing, just like a goddess. He couldn't see your features, or the specifics of your body, but just the glimpse of your naked body made him shiver.

You were so clever; you knew exactly what buttons to push and how to provoke him in just the right amount.

Y/N: You're gonna see me in this one, probably. JK: Looks… JK: Quite interesting. Y/N: See you at nine-thirty. Y/N: Byeeeeeee. 😄

A genuine smile played on Jungkook's lips as he read the message.

The rest of his afternoon was a complete bore. College vacation was coming up quickly and Jungkook found himself thinking about his plans. He sure as hell wouldn't go back to his father's house, it wasn't worth spending all this time arguing. Most of his friends would go home, which made Jungkook feel a little depressed.

Seulgi would probably stay at college, but he didn't even know anymore if he really wanted to be with her. There was so much going on inside him these past few days that nothing else felt right.

There was the whole thing with Jimin too. He was one of his best friends, and now he didn't feel comfortable with him. Despite all his "fuckboy" fame, Jungkook had never been that kind of asshole in his life.

And there were also you.

Jungkook refused to see what you had as anything other than "fuck buddies". However, the amount of time you spent in his head, in his thoughts, tried to prove him wrong.

He didn't like to think about labels, he didn't want to be your boyfriend, didn't want to be your lover, he just wanted to be with you, in a way he still didn't quite understand.

Your presence in Jungkook's life had made him lose interest in other casual relationships, but he did his best to ignore these signs. In his stubborn mind, none of this had anything to do with you.

When it was nine o'clock Jungkook was ready to go out. He wasn't supposed to be ready so soon, but he kind of couldn't stand being home anymore.

Taehyung's advice popped into his mind, and he took out his cell phone to let you know he was leaving.

JK: Hey, I kind of got ahead… JK: Can I go now?

“What the fuck. Why are you asking for permission, you idiot.” He raged alone.

Y/N: I'm waiting for you. Y/N: 😉

He smiled nervously.

Unfortunately for Jungkook, the traffic was remarkably calm, there wasn't a single traffic jam, and most of the traffic lights were green for him. He ended up arriving nine-twenty in front of your building.

JK: I’m here... Y/N: K. On my way!!

As he waited for you, Jungkook thought about how lucky he was that he'd never run into any of the girls he'd dated who lived in your same building. The mood was going to be awful, considering his history of not calling back.

A light tap on the glass caught his attention. You were on the other side waiting for him to unlock the door.

“Hey.” You said excitedly as you got into the car.

As soon as you sat down beside him, your scent filled the entire car. You were looking sublime. Your hair was down and looked extremely soft, the blue dress from earlier was perfectly clinging to your body, tracing every curve of it. Your face was lightly made up, Jungkook could see that your eyeliner traced the exact contour of your eyes, making it even more intimidating, your mouth had a dark red tone, completely mesmerizing.

“Hey.” He took a deep breath, enjoying the scent that was in the air. “You look beautiful.”

You smirked.“I'm glad you liked it. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You leaned over and placed a kiss on the corner of Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook tried to hold your face for a moment, but you pulled away instantly.

On the way to Taehyung's house, Jungkook's gaze fought a battle between the street in front of him and the pair of thighs beside him. He couldn't explain if it was because of the light, or if it was something you had used, but your legs shone, it was impossible to look away.

You were breathtaking.

“I was actually shocked by your punctuality.” Your voice snapped him out of the immersion.

If you only knew.

“I am a man of many qualities, although it doesn't seem like it.”

“I never said you weren't.” You responded slowly, placing your hand on his thigh.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment and Jungkook opted for silence. Anything he said there would be the result of absurd lust, and he didn't want to take any chances, at least not now.

Approaching Taehyung's house, Jungkook hesitated to park.

“Are you alright?” You actually looked concerned.

"Fine, it's just..." He gulped. "Looking for the best place to park."

His voice was so shaky that it wasn't hard for you to tell that something was wrong. He was being too obvious.

“Worried about what people will say?” You suppressed a weak laugh.

“What? No! I’m not… No, I’m not like that.”

Leaning down to stand by his ear, you whispered. “It doesn't matter if you park two blocks from here or at Taehyung's doorstep, by the end of the night people will be talking either way. Because you're going to get out of here fucking me.”

Jungkook gulped. He had almost forgotten how you managed to be the coldest person in the universe when you wanted to. The stability in your voice, and the calm with which you said those things, always made him feel weak around you.

Unable to formulate the answer you deserved, Jungkook parked in front of his friend's house in silence, feeling his shoulders tense.

In the garden, some curious looks were already directed at the two. You looked at him sideways with a smile on your face. You liked that attention or at least didn't care about it. The second being the most accurate option.

Encouraged by your stance, Jungkook ran a hand around your waist, drawing you close.

As you walked into the house, Jungkook quickly spotted his group of friends.

From a distance he could see Taehyung downing a shot of drink with Yoongi and his other friends - luckily none of them were the idiots that were talking about you with Jimin. Next to them was Jin and some girls he had never seen in his life. Taehyung looked miserable huddled in the corner of the room.

When you both approached them, Taehyung jumped hugging Jungkook. He was completely drunk.

“Oh, God! Finally, you arrived!!” Taehyung shouted in his ear.

“You good?” Jungkook asked.

Breaking the hug, Taehyung turned immediately to you, ignoring his friend's question. “Y/N! Y/N! I'm so glad you're here! Do you have any idea how boring Jungkook would be if you didn't come???”

You smiled at him, unlike Jungkook, who shot his friend a disapproving look.

You were about to give him an answer, but Jungkook cut you off. “I think that's enough.” He said putting his hand on your waist pulling you to the side.

The music was relatively loud for a house party, the lights were off, and it was only possible to see what the moon was illuminating through the window, and through some lighters inside the room.

"Enjoying it?" Jungkook asked, seeing you smiling.

“And you aren’t?”

Jungkook pulled you into a light kiss. As if the fact that you were absurdly confident in that outfit wasn't enough, your attitude was already different after Taehyung's comment. He didn't know how the night would end, but he already knew he had lost.

Taehyung was starting to join the two of you again, but this time Jungkook was faster.

“Where's Anyra?” He teased.

“Oh,” His friend cried, almost literally. “She caught a cold, shit, I wish she were here.”

Jungkook chuckled softly at his friend's drunken state.

“Wait, that Anyra you're talking about, is the Arts one?” You intruded.

“You know her??” Taehyung seemed to have found a new best friend.

You bit your lip laughing. “Of course, I do! She's phenomenal, professor's favorite.”

“What did I tell you, Kook?” Jungkook got a few pushes from Taehyung.

“I won't put up with you two for long.” Jungkook said defeated, looking at the two of you laughing together.

This was turning out better than Jungkook had thought before leaving the house. You were getting along very well with his friends, the surroundings were dark enough to avoid inconvenient gossip, and he was feeling less nervous.

That was possibly the second-to-last full party before the college vacations, he didn't want to think about anything, just enjoy that shit.

The more time passed, the more Jungkook lost your company to Taehyung. The two of you seemed so engrossed in your own conversation that you could barely notice the others around them. It didn't bother Jungkook to see you talking, in fact he was relieved to see you getting along well.

Jungkook was watching intently as you chuckled at something Taehyung had said in your ear, when out of nowhere your face went impassive and your posture straightened.

He frowned trying to understand what had happened.

A familiar voice came from behind him, and he finally understood the reason.

“What's up, JK?”

It was Park Jimin and his sickening charm.

You pursed your lips and kept your gaze on him. You could’ve murdered him with that look if you really wanted to. Jungkook didn't dare look at his “friend”, instead he continued to watch you, ready to help you if you needed to.

Jimin didn’t seem to catch your irritation as he approached, joining the circle of friends.

“Y/N.” He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you on the cheek.

A heavy sigh eventually escaped Jungkook.

He watched you quickly lean back and turn your face away. He couldn't lie to himself, the urge to laugh at that moment was huge, but he understood that that situation was shit. He caught himself, seeing Jimin make a confused face at your rejection.

As Jimin walked away from you, you shot Jungkook a worried look. You swallowed hard as you tried to hide your discomfort.

Anticipating your movements, he took a step back seeing you coming towards him.

Before he could ask anything, you spoke. "Bathroom. Be right back."

Jungkook knew he probably shouldn't, but something inside him screamed to follow you.

So, he did it.

The room was very dark, it was difficult for Jungkook to get to the bathroom at Taehyung's house. Slowly and stumbling over some furniture, he finally stopped in front of the long hallway that led to the toilet.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, trying to make out a couple who seemed to be arguing in front of the lavatory. With slow steps, he approached them. The music started to get a little quieter because of the hallway and your voice came out.

“I don't fucking care about it.” You gestured exaggeratedly.

“I wasn't talking about you, Y/N. C'mon, you have to be-”

What a fucking moron. As if it changed anything.

Jungkook didn't need to see to recognize that voice was from Jimin. His sentence was rudely interrupted by you.

“So what? Don’t you get it? Either way it was disgusting, ridiculous.”

When Jimin was about to answer you, Jungkook grabbed your hand, startling you.

“What-” You started to protest but Jungkook cut you off.

“Hey, I was looking for you.”

He saw your face twist into a grimace. You didn't seem to understand that he was trying to get you out of there.

Jimin snorted. “Seriously, JK?”

You and Jungkook looked at each other for a few seconds. Gradually your face changed, becoming something less hostile. You frowned at Jungkook who inclined his head indicating the way out of the hall.

Jungkook saw, out of the corner of his eye, Jimin rolling his eyes as you laced your fingers with his, following him.

Not that Jungkook had never held hands with a girl before, but the softness of your touch was something to pay attention to. You squeezed his fingers, and he felt your hand would slip away at any moment because of the tenderness of your skin.

The two continued walking back towards his circle of friends, he could sense that you were bothered by his attitude.

When you arrived, you quickly freed yourself, ready to start an argument.

“I didn't need any help.” You said stubbornly.

For a moment Jungkook looked at you silently, wondering if he should take this personally.

“I know you didn't.” He chose to provoke you.

To Jungkook's surprise, you seemed to enjoy his teasing. You wrapped your arms around his neck and with a satisfied smile leaned into his ear.

“I want to get high.” You whispered laughing.

As soon as he looked back at you, Jungkook laughed at your enthusiasm. “Okay. I think I can get you something.”

For the rest of the party, Jungkook had gotten a joint from one of Yoongi's friends. It wasn't in his plans to get high that night, but you looked like you needed it, and you were so excited that he couldn't resist joining you.

Jungkook was aware that he needed to keep himself a little more sane than the rest of his friends. Park Jimin was there, he needed to drive home, and you seemed willing to test the limits of the human body.

You were sitting on his lap, your eyes were small, and every little thing made you laugh. You had already danced with Taehyung, tried to get Jungkook to dance with you, downing shots of three different types of liquor, all while talking incessantly.

Jungkook didn't know if you were trying to tease him or if it was just excitement; sitting on one of his thighs, you were shifting in every way possible, making it increasingly difficult for him to disguise his arousal.

"Hey, you good?" Jin asked, seeing that his face wasn't the most excited.

“Fine.” He smiled trying to reassure his friend.

He was enjoying the party, but he was under a lot of pressure at that moment.

At Jin's question, you turned slightly worried to face Jungkook.

Jungkook's hands were wrapped around your waist, he squeezed you, smiling at you, showing that everything was fine.

You bit your lip, hesitating your next moves. Slowly, you innocently leaned over and placed your neck on his shoulders, which made him instinctively bring one of his hands to the back of your head. What you said next wasn’t innocent at all.

"I want you. Right here and right now." The peaceful tone along with your warm breath made Jungkook's body stiffen.

You pulled back and faced him as you wet your lips.

Jungkook kept one hand gripping your waist while the other began to caress your face. His thumb roamed deliberately over your lips.

“Y/N…” He tried to argue.

“You don't want me?” Your voice was so low, so dark, it took a necessary sacrifice to hear it.

He laughed and nodded to himself.

Holding your face tightly, he replied. “I don't think there is a corner of this world where I wouldn't want you right now, Y/N.”

Your face started to form an amused smile, but quickly stopped when you saw that Jungkook's face remained serious.

“If you reject me now, I swear God I will never speak to you again.”

Jungkook swallowed, feeling like his body could burst into flames at any moment. You were staring at him almost like a piece of food, your eyes were locked on his, your mouth was wet, and he could see that your breathing was uneven.

His own breathing was also a disaster. His gasps were loud, his body was hard, and his throat was dry.

Fighting his own instincts, Jungkook hurriedly got to his feet. You stood beside him. He took you by the hand and headed for the porch of Taehyung's house, he knew he wouldn't be able to get to his house.

Before walking away from his friends, Taehyung, who seemed a little more sober, put his hand on his shoulder and whispered. “Don't even think about my room.”

Jungkook could have sworn he was telling him to fuck off, but his voice didn't seem to come out.

As soon as his feet touched the carpet outside Taehyung's house, Jungkook pulled you up and trapped you between his arms and the railing. A small groan of disapproval came from your lips that was soon suppressed by Jungkook's mouth.

Pressing his body against yours, he heard you moan. He brought both hands to your face, cupping it while your lips kissed unabashedly.

You pulled away and smiled in the naughtiest way possible. Jungkook brought his hand to the back of your neck, gripping the hair available there.

With your neck exposed, he began to trace a path of tiny hickeys from your chin to the top of your collar. Jungkook lingered on your collarbone, he had already noticed that the area was more sensitive for you.

When his hands came down to your ass, you leaned forward, searching for more friction. At that moment Jungkook worried about his condition in his nether parts. The pants he was wearing were painfully tight around his cock.

Your hands clumsily went down to his zipper. The effect of the joint slowed you down slightly, which made Jungkook die inside.

“You need help there, baby?” He tried to chill out.

You stared at him with a loud laugh. You were about to finally be able to unzip his pants when someone interrupted you.

“You two should get a room.” The tone of mockery and disapproval was evident.

Jungkook quickly grabbed the hem of your dress, trying to cover the top of your thighs. As he turned towards the door, Jimin was standing with an extremely apathetic and cruel face.

Jungkook glared at his “friend”, and before he could return Jimin’s dose of pettiness, you stood in front of him.

“And I think you should fuck yourself.”

Jungkook frowned at the scene but stood still watching you.

Jimin laughed sarcastically. “Look at you, started hanging out with Jungkookie and you are already a new person.”

You took a deep, loud breath and a small, incredulous laugh escaped her lips. “Please. Don’t act as if you knew me.”

“Oh, I know every part of you too well, sweetie. Already forgot about it?” said Jimin with a smug face, obviously hinting at the night you spent with him.

And what a fucking mistake you made by sleeping with him. He really was pushing your buttons and that wasn’t the best night to provoke you.

Slightly high, you tried to advance on Jimin. Your hands were already high enough to punch his face when Jungkook's arm grabbed you around your waist. You struggled, trying to escape him, but Jungkook's strength was superior to yours at the moment.

“Hey Y/N, stop it. It’s not worth it.” He said low.

You slowly eased the effort while keeping your face fixed on Jimin. Your breathing was extremely out of pace, and your face was harsh.

Jimin giggled as he directed his gaze to Jungkook now. “Have you told her that she is your 'new Seulgi'?”

Hearing those last words Jungkook felt his blood boil for the second time that week, and both times because of Park Jimin.

That phrase had no basis, at least not for Jimin. It was true that Jungkook had thought he needed a "new Seulgi," but he'd never said it out loud, not even given him the slightest hint of it. Besides, it was already more than obvious that you weren't that kind of person.

With that sentence, Jungkook understood that tonight Jimin was desperate to provoke you both. He did indeed seem to have lost any sort of respect after your rejection earlier.

You were now frozen in his arms, and your eyebrows were furrowed. You didn’t have much time to process what Jimin had just said because immediately after, Jungkook took his arms from around you and swore to himself that he wouldn't leave that place until he killed him.

He didn't realize the exact moment it all happened, but in the blink of an eye, his hands were punching Jimin's face. The scene happened so fast that Jungkook tasted blood in his mouth but had no idea where it was coming from.

He was about to throw him to the ground when he felt your slender fingers grip his shoulder. They had no strength, they didn't make him stop, but they deprived him of movement. Jungkook ignored them as much as he could, your voice was saying things he couldn't assimilate either.

"Stop it! Stop, Jungkook! Please! Look at me." You screamed.

He cared about you but there was nothing you could do to make him stop.

Taking advantage of a small space between Jungkook and Jimin's bodies, you stepped between them, placing your hands on Jungkook's chest. He could feel you trying to push him back, but your strength was ridiculously weak in the situation you were in.

“Stop it! Let's go home, this will get you in trouble!” You struggled to sound convincing. “Jungkook!”

His name didn't sound so pleasant when you said it like that.

He watched you look back to see Jimin's condition. When your face returned to him, he saw that you were horrified, frightened. Jimin surely had taken the worst of the punches that were thrown.

Jungkook felt sorry for you, the situation you were in because of him.

“You should thank her.” It was the only thing Jungkook could said to his now ex-friend who was cleaning the blood in his face with the back of his hand while glaring at him. Jungkook was feeling defeated.

The two of you hurriedly walked to the car, leaving Park Jimin and a few small pools of blood behind. You were practically running while Jungkook tried to keep up with you. At that moment he thanked himself for having parked near the entrance.

When you got into the car, you watched him, startled, seeing that the blood on Jungkook's hands was smearing the entire steering wheel.

“Holy fuck, this is bad.”

“Forget it.” He said, accelerating.

“Jungkook, I think-”

“I said forget it.” He cut you off.

Jungkook wasn't driving at that speed to tease you, he just desperately wanted to get home. He saw that you were curled up on the car seat, but he couldn't show the empathy you needed at that moment. If he tried to talk to you, you would probably end up fighting badly.

On the way home, Jungkook considered taking you straight to your house, but maybe you would take that as a form of disdain, and he was trying hard not to get into arguments.

Entering his house, Jungkook went straight to the kitchen, looking for anything that could clean up all that shit. You were behind him, after the cut he gave you, you had been completely silent.

At the sink he was rubbing his hands, watching a completely red water run down the drain. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He cursed at the mess he was making.

“Let me help you.” You ended your silence, approaching him.

“I don't need help.”

“I didn't need it earlier today either. Where are the bandages here?” You mended one sentence into another, making it impossible for Jungkook to challenge you.

“In the left cupboard, I think.” Jungkook said as he sat on the sink counter.

You quickly found a small box with some pharmacy stuff inside. There were some essential medicines, wound disinfectants, bandages and cottons. Your face still looked scared as you searched the box for something more.

Carefully, you soaked a cotton ball in the disinfectant, and slowly walked over to Jungkook. He spread his legs for you to come closer. Looking at you, he saw you grimace.

“This is gonna hurt.” You warned.

As gentle as possible, you pressed the cotton under the bloody smear above Jungkook's eyebrow. As soon as the cotton pad touched his skin with the disinfectant, Jungkook groaned loudly, instinctively grabbing your hand.

You gasped startled, taking a small step back.

“I'm sorry.” He said with difficulty, slowly releasing your hand.

The thing is, you weren’t scared of him, not at all. You hated the fact that he got into a fight, and you felt somehow responsible even if Jimin had been the one to provoke him.

You didn’t want to care, you never usually cared about any guy you slept with, but Jungkook was making you feel so confused lately, you didn’t even know how to react. You were scared about how you felt when you were with him.

Jungkook took a deep breath and decided to close his eyes, wishing this shit would be over soon.

You approached him again with another cotton and this time pressed it to the corner of his mouth, causing him to gasp. It was excruciating pain; his skin was itching against the wet cotton.

You repeated the process, and this time pressed a dry cotton against his skin, so the bandage could stick.

Every time you returned to him; he felt your scent intoxicating him.

Jungkook opened his eyes, seeing you peel off a bandage to place over his wounds. You looked like you were having surgery, given all the care you were putting into that thing. You smiled weakly at him as you saw him open his eyes.

With a light hand, you positioned the bandage over Jungkook's lips and then over his brow.

Jungkook was breathing more slowly, his breathing had stabilized, and slowly the stress was wearing off.

When you finished putting the bandage on his eyebrow, Jungkook held your hand to his face. He didn't know why he needed to keep you there, he just felt an overwhelming need. Your hand was warm, soft, your breath was invading his personal space, and things seemed to have slowed down.

You looked nervous; your breath was shaky.

He swallowed hard trying to understand what was happening to his own body, with this need he had to be with you, to touch you. Slowly, he bent his head to join his forehead with yours.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were afraid that he would realize how much you were affected by that simple action of his. You didn’t want to feel this way. You couldn't feel this way. This isn't you. This isn't him either.

“You could have hurt yourself badly.” You whispered.

Jungkook chuckled softly. “I don’t care.”

He saw you bite your lip in disapproval.

“You never care about anything, do you?”

That conversation was so light, so necessary for both of you. It was as if after all the confusion you were enjoying the silence, the peace. The tone of the dialogue was extremely quiet.

“I care about you.” He confessed.

That’s a blatant lie. That’s all your mind was thinking in your frozen state. That was so hard for you to believe. Given that Jungkook was the same as you, he couldn’t be saying this for real. You were a fuckgirl. He was a fuckboy. You don’t do relationships and feelings. Funny thing is, if your heart could talk, it would be denying every one of your thoughts.

And although it wasn't a lie, Jungkook immediately felt bad about opening up to you. He wasn't supposed to do this, he knew he fucked up. He watched you, hoping for a reciprocal reaction, but your eyes widened slightly, as if startled.

There he felt anger.

Jungkook felt you trying to pull away, but his hand in yours stopped you. He had a lot to lose there. But at the same time, letting you escape with no answers would ruin him.

He took a deep breath and whispered. “Do you feel anything? For me?”

I don’t know what the fuck I feel. You would have said if you were to speak what was on your mind, but you were muted.

His insecurity was screaming now.

Your breath hitched and you gaped, trying to formulate something.

Jungkook moved his face even closer to yours, the space between you became tiny, yet his eyes still could see the brown pair in front of him.

“Y/N.” He called to you, and you closed your eyes tightly.

This feeling was so weird. This was all new territory for you. Now you were literally shaking.

Your silence was disturbing, subversive, and turbulent.

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rosyjn · 8 months

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giving dilf! jake a blowie, nsfw warning mdni.

for @pandoraslxna's kinktober prompt 07!

warnings: roughness, implied aftercare, jake lowk kinda mean, explicit semen description, PENNNIISSS

he kisses you roughly, pushing you up against a tree as you grasp his broad shoulders desperately.

"knees. now." he growls against your lips, forcing you down. you drop down, your knees pressing the forest floor. "wanna have ya gaggin', chokin' on it," he teases, stroking your hair as you attentively untie his loincloth. when the skimpy fabric drops to the lush ground, his erection suddenly springs up at your face and you flinch for a second. jake finds this amusing. you part your lips, bringing them to his eager cock. he shudders when your soft tongue makes contact with his tip.

"like it?" you ask, innocently looking up at him while your tongue rhythmically flicks up and down, stimulating him. he tugs on your hair, bucks his hips up, and exhales in an attempt to calm his lust. he mutters little curses under his breath while your tongue slowly licks up his shaft. at this point, he's speaking gibberish while you slobber all over him.

you pull away for a second, taking a deep inhale. jake's cock looks fucking magnificent. throbbing, hard, standing up, and shiny with a coat of your spit. your pupils dilate at the sight and you notice his strong chest- rising and falling with heavy breaths. he stares down at you, waiting for your next move. you open your mouth wide and engulf his dick in your mouth. you move slowly, trying to train yourself to take it all. one day, you hope you'll be able to get your throat all nice and wide so that you can suck jake's cock anytime.

he can't stand how you take your time. he gets so desperate. he needs to just hold your head in place and fuck the shit out of your throat, while your eyes well up with tears and you choke and gag. he can't take it anymore. he roughly entangles his hand in your hair, close to your scalp. he quickly thrusts his hips in and out, destroying the slow pace that you had going. your spit drips down your face and you make little gulping noises. you struggle, feeling like you're unable to breathe as he ruthlessly punishes your mouth.

"gonna give you a sore throat, gonna just- fuck your pretty face 'till you're all covered in my cum," he grunts, watching as your mouth is forced open and saliva drips onto your tits. he watches the way your body moves as he mercilessly thrusts in and out of your tired throat. you can barely think. your mind is cloudy. you simply just wait for him to finish, so that he'll kiss you all over and praise you.

you shouldn't be here. you shouldn't be in the middle of the forest, on your knees while he fucks your face into oblivion. you should've just been hunting with him, that's all. it was supposed to be an innocent hunt with him. so why are you on the ground, tears streaming down your face while he uses you? you don't know, but you're not mad.

"mmm!" muffled, desperate whines leave your mouth as you try your best to breathe through your nose.

"i know, i know babe, i'm almost done," he growls, leaving the taste of warm, bitter precum on your tongue. he ceases his thrusts, the milky liquid spurting out faster and practically suffocating you in the process. short, erratic bursts of pleasure leave jake's load all over your lips and mouth. you make sure to show him before swallowing it. his fingers caress your face and he admires the mess he's made of you. he thinks of how you'll be drinking soup and tea for the next couple days, to alleviate the soreness of your throat. one day, mo'at will figure out why you always need hot drinks after being alone with jake.

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7waystreet · 2 years

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legacies | ch.1

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.1

Tongue smugly rolling in his cheek like he's got the biggest cock in the world, his doe eyes scan the lecture hall for his next victim the second he has stepped inside dripping in utmost arrogance. Tucking both of his thumbs into the leather belt on his crisp, black trousers, he pulls them up in an attempt to openly adjust his balls, a proud smile curling up on his thin lips at the sight of everyone lowering their gaze into their desk to avoid his intimidating one. Every student except for you, of course. He chuckles to himself when your eyes lock in with one another, as if you have just called on a death wish he's so happy to carry out for you, his long legs now strutting in your direction past several rows of seats with a pep in his step.

You're fascinated by his appearance despite his vain outward projection, which usually is a huge turnoff for you, but the satisfying balance between his visibly muscular body and childlike face somehow holds of much interest to you. His jet black hair's longer in the back, a soft twirl to the tips of his bangs parted in the center up front, which he's already messily pushed back with a run of his fingers a few times on his way over to you. The equally black and slim backpack he's carrying is loosely strapped onto one shoulder, almost ready to fall off any second, but it doesn't even look like he cares about losing it anyways.

"Get lost, you ugly fuck" he spits his vicious venom at the innocent guy sitting next to you, the poor kid jumping out of his seat right after hearing the boy's command like a lizard that's gotten its tail cut off. And just like that, you've instantly lost your growing interest in him, the way he's just needlessly treated his peer with such malice the cause of your undeniable irritation. The boy with the round eyes sinks down and occupies the newly emptied chair, his body then bossily turning to the side towards you, but before he can say a word, the sound of the metal doors slamming shut indicates someone's just entered the room.

"What's Jeon Jungkook done today?" your music composition professor routinely muses out loud, clearly having gaged the chilling silence definitely means something's off. His kitten shaped eyes hone in on none other than the pretty boy reclining back in his chair next to you, who's now stretching his legs out with a bored yawn before shamelessly lifting his polished black shoes up and resting them criss cross on top of the desk.

"I was just welcoming the new girl with open arms, Mr. Min" Jungkook shouts across the classroom while extending his arm out, the soft material of his white button up shirt grazing your shoulder as he snakes his arm around you, his palm vigorously squeezing the edge of your collarbone to unnecessarily assert his dominance. You internally cringe at this superfluous act of toxic masculinity, the need to want to instantly push him off bursting through you like a flame, but you hold yourself back from making a scene right then and there, not really wanting to start trouble on your first day at university. He breaks his eye contact with professor Min, now turning his head to the side in your direction again, a cocky smirk forming on the edge of his mouth as he flickers his gaze between your bemused eyes down to your frowning lips.

"My legs are open for you anytime too... if you want" Jungkook slyly whispers, barely audible this time so only your ears are met with his lewd comment, his disgusting nature now ticking you off beyond your own damn control.

"No thanks. I'd rather die."

The cast in his bambi eyes flips a dramatic switch at your instant blazing refusal to fall as his pitiful prey, a bruised anger firing up in them with each passing second while his jaw begins to clench. He lets out an offended sigh when you pick your hand up off of your thigh and smack it down on top of his, which is still assertively grasping at your collarbone. Your fingers then forcefully peel his grip off of you before you savagely throw his arm away, making it fall and pathetically hang in the air behind your chair.

"You're gonna pay for this, you bitch" he threatens between gritted teeth, the simple poker face you reply back with clearly catching him off-guard, as if you're the only person who's displayed an indifference towards his threats, like you're the only one not affected by the risk of being stifled by him. You've interacted with plenty of assholes like him before though, making him absolutely no special than the rest of them.

"Ahem right... well... uh, let's keep all of our body parts to ourselves then. Welcome to my class (y/n)! Feel free to reach out to me if you need any assistance — and get your feet off the desk, Jeon. NOW!"

Whipping your gaze away from Jungkook in a roaring flash, you smile and nod at the awkward little professor standing by the front board with respect, burying your head into your books right after while the insolent boy next to you curses and lowers his legs back down onto the ground. You're trying to follow along as Mr. Min goes over musical note formation and the theoretical approach to composition, but Jungkook keeps distracting you with the way he's incessantly typing out text messages on his phone under the desk, not paying any attention to the lecture whatsoever. He's getting nonstop replies back indicated by the constant buzzing of the phone on his lap, a soft slap of his palm on the desk top making you look up at his obviously stunning side profile, which you secretly hate to admit. "Finally."

Just as Jungkook's finished murmuring the word, the metal doors of the lecture hall fly open with a boom, two rather handsome yet unknown boys in their uniforms casually strolling in with ease as if they own the building. The one walking up front is slightly shorter than the lean boy lingering behind, the leader's tiny fingers running through his silky blonde hair with style before he slaps down a piece of paper on professor Min's table.

"A note from dean Kim. A new teacher's just joined the staff. You've to go greet her, Min."

You're shocked by how the boy speaks so informally with the professor, not even an ounce of respect in his tone of speech while he keeps boring into Mr. Min's eyes with an unusual powerful intimidation. You catch yourself wondering if all the boys at this university are so haughty and full of themselves, a rather discouraging feeling before you've even fully began your new experience here. The professor slowly looks down at the folded note, his pale veiny hands picking it up and opening it before cautiously reading each and every word, his gaze then turning up to the two boys still towering over him before he sternly mutters to the blonde one through pursed lips.

"Watch your attitude, Park Jimin."

"And you watch your paycheck. My dad might just cut you off if I slip in the word... See ya."

Your head immediately tilts towards Jungkook as his sadistic chuckle breaks the deep silence that's hollowed out the classroom after Jimin's nasty snap back at the professor. Quickly standing up in his seat, Jungkook looks down and throws daggers at you with one last mean look, then swaggering his way over to the front of the lecture hall just as Mr. Min begins timidly gathering his things in defeat.

"Who are these guys...?" you mumble to the classmate sitting on your other side, your chest rising up with an outrage after watching Mr. Min quietly exit the room in the most helpless looking way possible. The three boys unite and giggle together in a circle like the ridiculous jerks they are, the tallest one affectionately putting his arm around Jungkook's neck in a headlock as Jungkook high fives Jimin and starts gossiping with the both of them.

"Jimin and Taehyung are seniors, and Jungkook always hangs around them despite being our age. They're all legacies, you know? The rich kids who's families fund the university. No one dares to cross them... not even the professors. I'd stay away from them if I were yo—"

Your classmate's already hushed voice cuts to total silence when all three boys suddenly spin on their heels and turn around to face you, your eyes now widening with a tinge of uneasiness when Jungkook extends his arm up and points directly at you with his index finger.

"Hey! New girl! Come here!" Jimin loudly exclaims with a clap of his hands, his demeanor unnervingly off with how his plump lips crack into the prettiest smile all of sudden. His puppy eyes are practically shimmering with happiness as he keeps dreamily gazing into yours, his palm now excitedly waving at you and ushering you to start walking towards him.

"You're fucked..." is the last thing you hear your classmate mumble before you confidently stand up, both of your feet slowly creeping up towards the tall boys who are patiently waiting for you just up ahead.

The closer you inch in their direction, the more you get to observe the minute details of their facial features, their visuals sickeningly perfect like a timeless beauty, no doubt. Taehyung's got a straight nose and a set of almond shapes eyes, piercing into you with his steely gaze, although a softness lurks underneath his threat, that softness absolutely lacking in Jungkook's big terrorizing eyes that are ready to stab you anytime with their cold look. Jimin appears somewhat balanced with the most approachable body language out of the three of them, his overall stature less intimidating with his prettier spirit, a small smile now forming on your lips to mimic Jimin's when you finally stand in front of him with a slight nervousness settling in your throat, which you don't even really know why you're feeling.

"What's your name? I'm Jimin, this is Taehyung, and that's Jungkook! It's very nice to meet you" he kindly grins down at you, your eyes following his index finger as he points out his closest companions to you. Taehyung gives you a nod of acknowledgement with a faint hint of a smile, but Jungkook merely scoffs while rolling his eyes at you in pure disgust. Your palm begins to feel an increasing itch and desire to slap him hard across that soft little face of his, but you get distracted by how Jimin extends his arm out to you for a handshake.

"I'm (y/n). Thanks! It's nice to meet you too."

"Oooh that's a pretty watch! Is it new?" Jimin curiously questions as his eyes trail down to your wrist, his fluffy palm still holding onto yours even though you're done shaking hands. You're flattered by his sweet compliment, your heart fluttering against your own will by how he's not letting go of your hand, his effortless charm breaking your daze and making you fall into the trap of answering him with a buzz.

"It was actually my grandma's watch! She gave it to me as a keepsake before she passed away."

"Awww can I see it?"

You can't help but be stupidly whipped by Jimin's charisma, your enchanted brain unable to even register that in the moment, your set of fingers now swiftly curling around the band of your watch before you start unhooking it, your eyes still meeting Jimin's cute smiley ones. He smoothly lets your palm slip out of his clasp, taking the watch you're now handing to him with an eerie calmness to his actions, really observing the details on the vintage piece, which holds an incredible value in your heart.

"You wanna take a look at it too, Jungkookie? Oh shit... oops!" Jimin gasps in a big jolt when the watch falls out of his grip and hits the tiles with a clink, his body halfway turned back towards Jungkook since he was attempting to pass your item to the youngest one. What happens next leaves you in a state of wild trauma, your breath painfully halting in your chest after your eyes are met with the horrifying scene in front of you.

"Told you I'd make you pay" Jungkook loathingly hisses at you, his foot raising up and stomping out your watch with a crushing force, shattering your prized possession into tiny little pieces at once. The several sharp gasps from the students sitting behind you ground you back into reality after the terrible blow to your heart, a wetness starting to form on the rim of your eyelashes, although you're fighting your very best to hold back the brimming tears. You simply cannot allow the boys to win the satisfaction of getting to you, your insides shaking with a raging fury, although your outward composure remains as calm as you can physically maintain in the moment. Hold your honor high. Don't stoop to their dirty level.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jungkookie."

Your attention from your own thoughts fiercely diverts from Jungkook's menacing face to Taehyung's concerned look as he speaks out against the cruel boy, much to your surprise, but both Jungkook and Jimin ignore his words as if they didn't even hear him speaking. Taehyung's expressions turn dark while he sternly grits his teeth and lets out a deep sigh, bending down to rest his knees on the floor in order to help pick up the salvageable remains of your watch. You're beyond confused by this act, your mind not knowing whether to be warmed by Taehyung's touch of kindness or be suspicious of him even more, but regardless, you take a step forward to join him in the cleanup process. Jimin doesn't let you though, proceeding to stop you dead in your tracks by treading up and blocking your path with his wide chest shoving in your face.

"If you cross any one of us ever again, you'll be dealing with a worse fate."

Your skin crawls with goosebumps witnessing Jimin's personality switch from the oozing bubbly appeal to the mortifying death stare he's now threatening you with, your consciousness actually making you question his level of sanity. With one last look at your downcast lips, Jimin coldly snaps his head around and prances out of the lecture hall, his nose mightily pointing up to the ceiling while his boots obnoxiously clank onto the floor with each loud step. Taehyung's still delicately gathering the pieces of your watch scattered everywhere while Jungkook begins to foolishly giggle and wander in your direction, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he folds his arms across his chest and hovers in front of you exuding an annoying aura of pompousness.

"Maybe if you behave going forward, I might just pity you and buy you a new watch. A much classier one than that piece of shit you were weari—"

It all happens in a brisk flash, the deafening sound of your palm intensely slapping Jungkook's cheek echoing in the lecture hall like the crack of a whip, a dead silence following right after as Jimin stops walking and pauses by the metal doors. You can practically taste the tenseness encompassing the air in your mouth, all of the students now clenching to hold onto their breaths for dear life, an overwhelming amount of eyes strictly glued onto you and Jungkook.

Jungkook physically convulses from the anger surging up to his reddening face, his gaze peeling off of the floor and his head glowering up to stare into your eyes with the desire to kill you in that very moment embedded in those round orbs. Fully coming to terms with what you'd just brashly done, you instantly wish to escape out of this bumbling nightmare, your legs thinking for themselves even though your brain's numbing out, your body tumbling its way over to the door to exit out of the classroom without any additional confrontation with anyone. Catching a quick glance at Taehyung while you leave in a hurry, he throws you off completely with the gentle grin forming on his lips, his beaming eyes looking up at you and then at Jungkook with a thrill, as if he'd just enjoyed seeing the boy get a taste of his own medicine.

"Where do you think you're going, you bitch?! Come back here! This isn't over!"

Jungkook's screams can be heard even outside of the lecture hall, your shoulder brushing against Jimin's before you depart with full force, your petrified eyes only focused on the big long hallway up ahead of you instead of what you're leaving behind. You're not even sure where you're headed, your feet scurrying around in a frenzy as you try hard to increase the distance between you and the three boys as much as possible, now quite frankly lost in the humongous student campus. You think your mind's playing a trick on you when you suddenly hear a familiar voice yell out your name, your teeth digging into your bottom lip with the regret of being caught when you realize who it is by the sound of his soft raspy tone.

"Hey (y/n)! Wait up! Please."

Taehyung appears slightly breathless as he swiftly catches up to you, his long legs striding down the hallways in half the amount of time it took for you to reach here. He's got your backpack securely strapped onto one shoulder while his hands remain cupped, like he's holding onto something quite dearly. It isn't until he finally reaches all the way up to you that you realize he's got the leftover shattered pieces of your grandma's watch in his palms, a kind boxy smile gushing on his face as he extends his arms out to give you your belongings, leaving you in an utterly perplexed state of mind.

"Cheer up (y/n). This type of shit always happens around here. Now, come with me."

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Hello! I am so excited to be hosting a Prince of Sin Week this year. The goal is to get more content on the Princes and to celebrate the next book coming out in October! @afandomangel is running the account but I want to shout out @litnerdwrites and @cadiawrites for all of the support and great ideas. The encouragement to have this be a larger event has really helped!

Shoutout to @litnerdwrites for this idea to have both prompts for each day and a prince for each day that creators can choose from! We need your help for the second option of each day. For each day creators can choose to either write for that Prince and/or use the prompt. i.e. for 07/08 you can choose to create something for Pride, use the prompt to make something for Pride, or chose a different Prince and use the prompt for 07/08.

07/07 Day 1: Prince Wrath/All Is Fair In Love and War

Featuring Prince Wrath’s sin, Wrath is the demon general of war and is a fierce warrior and strategist. "Acta non verba," meaning "actions, not words," is Wrath’s motto, and he lives by it. And don’t forget that “anger is his own personal aphrodisiac.” 😏

07/08 Day 2: Prince Pride/ Reflections and Ego

“I don’t simply look pretty. I am dashing.” Day two will feature Prince Pride. He loves to feed his ego and leads many to believe he is debauched, a drunkard, and a rake, but it is all an act. Though he does play the role so well that sometimes it doesn’t look like an act, leading to some of his struggles with those he cares for.In Emelia’s description of his throne room, it is described to have ornate mirrors everywhere to allow him to gaze upon himself whenever he likes. And as we learned from one of the other princes (Envy) the mirrors may not always be used just for his own reflection.😉

07/09 Day 3: Prince Envy/Games and RIddles

Prince Envy, oh Prince Envy, our prince loves a good game just as much as he loves to invoke his namesake sin in others. He often plays games with others, some dangerous enough to threaten his court. He is very cunning and ruthless, and he is not above trickery. He is quite envious (hence his sin) and is a tad possessive as we saw in Throne of the Fallen with Camilla.

07/10 Day 4: Prince Greed/All Bets Are Off

Prince Greed, like his brothers, enjoys games and tricks. He rules over his own gaming hell and enjoys placing wagers. He is also very calculating and ruthless, and Emelia describes him during an encounter as having a possessive hunger in his gaze. With his namesake sin, he is very greedy and can never get enough of things, power being one of them.

07/11 Day 5: Prince Gluttony/Champagne Fountains

“He was a rake through and through. And he seemed adored for it.” Prince Gluttony overindulges in the things he enjoys: food, alcohol, debauchery, and hosting jaw-dropping parties to shock others, including the Reporter (Can’t wait for Throne of Secrets). Gluttony is very suggestive and is often occupied in the selfish matters of his sin. Someone mentioned in the suggestions for prompts that he spends a lot of time with his partner. Our prince most likely does overindulge when it comes to his partner, time, gifts, food, attention, etc.

07/12 Day 6: Prince Sloth/For Research

Like Gluttony, Sloth is often preoccupied in selfish matters of his sin. But unlike his brothers, he prefers to lounge around and read rather than engage in debauchery. He wears a mask of being a bashful, lazy book lover but he is also a very lethal warrior wielding a powerful weapon of his mind. He is very calculating and does not miss a detail. He takes his time studying until he has formulated a conclusion and course of action. Sloth is very guarded and wary of others and often investigates others wanting to know everything about them from birth to the present day, including all potential lovers. As for relationships Sloth has only had a few serious relationships and none have ended with tragedy or heartbreak. Sloth tries to avoid drama.

07/13 Day 7: Prince Lust/Lover

The final day will feature Prince Lust’s sin. The Prince of Lust is known for toying with a person’s happiness and their carnal urges. He is quite the gossip and is very cunning. The prince is also a secret romantic despite his love for debauchery. Him being needy and romantic were a common suggestion for the prompts for Prince Lust.

#kotw #kotw imagine #kotw fluff #kotw fanart #kotw angst #kotw x oc #kotw x reader #kotw x yn #kingdom of the wicked

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writers-potion · 4 months

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Let's write about killers, serial killers, habitual murderers and getting away with crime! In order to write about these experienced ones, of course, we need to know how to COVER UP A MURDER:

01. Getting Rid of Evidence ☾🩸

Do not leave any DNA behind: Choose a place where there's going to be a lot of other people's DNA from strangers.

Oxygen bleach: These detergents are the best for removing blood stains.

Wear proper gear: goggles, latex gloves, covered shoes

Don't take anything from the body

Clean up.

Leave the body alone: don't touch or move it! It could have just been an accident...right?

Hide the victim's identity also is possible. Set fire to the whole scene.

02. Location/Target 🏠

Be random: A larger number of crimes are committed by someone known/close to the victim. The police will have a significantly harder time if your victim is COMPLETELY A STRANGER TO YOU.

Pick the soically weak: Prostitutes, illegal immigrants, etc. tend to be reluctant to go to the police.

Commit the crime in another city.

Leave the police's mean area of interest - but don't travel so far that they'll start to get suspicious of you intentionally leaving.

Choose a place without a lot of traffic.

Don't travel too long before the crime - you may get tired

03. Type of Crime 🔪

Consider the timing. Night or day? What's the best in this situation?

Shooting? Stabbing?

Poison? Burning? Crucification?

Bomb? Stricking? Fire?

Using your hands vs. A weapon?

04. Timing ⏰

Look like you are not out of place on the street

The best time to commit a crie is in the very early hours of the day when most poeple are asleep.

05. Tools 🔧

Thick gloves are a must

Buy tools at least 1 month before committing the crime

Pay in cash

Destroy any receipts or shopping bag

After the crime is committd, destroy everything you bought as quickly as you can.

Don't buy any brands you typically use, unless they are very generic.

Stagger your purchases - no bulk buying

Shop out of town in large department stores.

06. Alibi 📄

Plan an out of town trip and book everything with your credit car

Stay in a hotel with no cameras.

Return home as normal the next day

07. The Getaway 🚗

The best mode of transport is by bike. Travel quickly without being tracked.

Don't be seen walking on the street nearby

08. The Aftermath🏃

Continue about your everyday ife.

No emotional display: Police look for behavioral evidence like anger, sexuality, lust, insecurity, etc.

Don't talk - no braggin, no drunk crime talk.

Don't watch the television or any kind of media for at least a month. The police can use these as tools to psych you out.

If you get arrested, do not speak. No one knows better than you.

If you like my blog, buy me a coffee! ☕

🖱️References

https://www.top-criminal-justice-schools.net/murder/

https://www.theguardian.com/how-to-solve-a-murder-a-detectives-dilemma/ng-interactive/2017/apr/14/coverups-crime-evidence-dna-criminal-justice

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avissapiens · 10 months

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Felt my cock drippin precum and instinctively started stroking as the file did what I knew it would: making me more of a mindless fucking monster who knows the ultimate truth that muscle is all that fuckin matters.

Saying the Abyss was mindfucking me would be true for someone who isnt used to being part of it. For me, this file took that primal muscle bull connection that the Abyss has been building thanks to the other files to a whole new fucking level.

I will be full of every single fucking roid on the planet, destroy my fucking muscles so they can grow, fucking eat myself sick so i can be that fucking inhuman monsterous prize bull. If you want to truly commit to The Abyss and feel those tendrills destroy you and breed that addictive corruption into you, so you can be reborn through indescribable euphoria into a prized bull of the Abyss, this is the fucking file for you." - Beastbull (Discord) 12/07/23

"I haven't been active in the server for a bit but I just listened to Prize Bull for the third time and my response was so goddamn intense.

I felt the growth and the tendrils on an incredibly deep level. When the tendrils began going down my throat I literally began gagging and gulping it down greedily while under and felt the corruption be fed into me

I listened to it before my Pull Day and I immediately felt like I HAD to go lift. My life depended on getting a good pump in and I'm even lifting better than I did last time on an exponential level" Ansreth(Discord) 18/08/23

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dottcre · 1 year

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welcome to fapbruary! name inspo @pantalonte

this is a mini event where i will post fics during the days leading up to valentine’s day, because i’m single and have nothing better to do. if you’re just like me, maybe dottore can accompany you during these times!

info of the fics will be updated as i write! all fics are sub!dottore by default

01 | SUCCUMB TO LOVE LUST

amab!reader, no gendered petnames used for reader, hate sex, sorta enemies to lovers, rough sex, degradation, slapping/spanking, porn w very little plot, mention of canon-typical violence, choking, overstimulation

02 | SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

camboy!dottore, gn!reader, maybe ooc dottore because his camboy persona is his online persona, he calls u master, voyeurism, overstimulation

03 | LITTLE DROPS OF HEAVEN

abo, afab!omega!dottore, amab!alpha!reader, heat cycle, fingering, eating out, mention of mpreg, cervix kissing, breeding, bonding, injuries and teeny bit of blood kink

04 | GET THE HEAT ON

temperature play, wax play

05 | BULLET THROUGH MY HEART

gunplay

06 | HEAR ME OUT

sounding, handjob

07 | THE BIG DAY !! ☆

gn!reader, lowkey yandere undertones, very lovesick/obsessive zandik, implied timeskip in the end, biting (w blood), fingering (a short bit), p much sex w feelings

#@ dottcre’s fapbruary !#genshin impact #@ reblogs !#sub dottore #sub character #dom reader #sub genshin #dottore smut #genshin smut #il dottore

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quicktosimp · 4 months

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Romancing Pandora Day 07 - MLM

Norcorro

Part 1

Warnings: 18+, MLM, Sounding, Catheterization, Teasing, Degradation, Power Imbalance, Master/Pet (Tawtute), Feminization, Humiliation, Dacryphilia, Anal Play, Buttplug CBT

A/N: Here is my final fic for Romancing Pandora! I am so happy to have done this will you all, and am happy to finally get this sequel out!

Words: 4175

The next seven days were torture for Spider, constantly walking around with his cock encased in rings of metal, and urethra filled with hollow rubber, and two pretty locks keeping them in place. Every movement caused him to rub against the bars of his cage, and no matter what Spider did, he couldn’t ignore the rubber tube leading into his bladder. He also had to learn better time management, having to run to his mate every time his bladder became full. Yet, as Spider went about his day, he couldn’t stop himself from hardening, his cock pushing the boundaries of the cage, which kept him small. Leading us to now.

“Ma’Syulang, please, I need to go! Please, you can’t leave me in this,” Spider was on his knees begging (Y/N), his arms wrapped around your thigh.

You sigh and shake your head at him, “Yawne, I would help you if I could, but I’ve already handed your key over.”

Spider’s eyes were wet as he continued to beg, “What do you mean handed it over? Why do you not have it? Please, Syulang, I can't wait!” His voice was becoming high in panic.

You chuckle at his pitiful attempts; you hold his face gently, your large thumb caressing his cheek, “Thankfully, there’s a very willing Sully who’s volunteered his time to help you with your little problem. He will hold your key for the hunting trip,” your smirk was gentle as if you told him something amazing.

Spider’s face paled, “Sully?” His voice was little more than a whisper, “Which one? Why?” The questions tumbled from his lips, and his brow furrowed.

You simply smile at him, cooing sweetly at him, “You don’t need to worry about that. He’s been interested in you for a while and was more than happy to help out. I even gave him some tools for the trip,” You let go of his face, stepping back, “Now go head out; they’re already waiting for you.” You give Spider a small farewell kiss before walking away. Leaving Spider in place, contemplating what’s to come.

Spider made the trek to the hunter's meeting place at a snail's pace. Anxious about who’s holding his key. Names circled in his head as he walked, but even with the anxiety in his chest, lust warmed his loins. The thought that a strong Na’vi man was interested in him and had been for a while now wanted him. A Sully. The most powerful men in the clan. Men he’s known his life, and one of them wanted him. Spider’s cock twitched inside his cage; the thought of a strong man taking control of him and using his body made his blood pool into his cock. The metal bars dug into him. Spider bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan.

“What’s taking you so long, ‘cuz?” Lo’ak asks, seemingly appearing from nowhere.

“I- well, I- um, was held up with (Y/N),” Spider managed to stutter out, but he kept an eye on Lo’ak, looking at him differently.

Lo’ak threw his head back as he laughed, “Damn, you two can never take your hands off each other. I guess you needed one more round before leaving?” Lo’ak pushed at Spider’s shoulder as he walked on, “Come on, bro, it's just three days; you’ll be reunited with the love of your life soon,” Lo’ak rolled his eyes.

Spider watched Lo’ak before getting out, “Yeah, it’s a quick trip.”

Lo’ak looked back, his brow creased, weirded out by Spider’s odd behavior. Typically, Spider would snark back about how Lo’ak was just jealous that he was all alone, or he would make a comment about Lo’ak having a dry spell; it was very odd that Spider didn’t comment more.

Lo’ak moved over, bedding close to Spider, “You okay, bro?”

Spider nearly stumbled over his feet, backing away, “Yeah, I’m fine,” He coughed out, but the blush on his face told Lo’ak a different story.

“Yo, if you’re not feeling good, you should head back,” Lo’ak stepped closer, trying to get a better look at Spider’s face.

In Spider’s panic, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “(Y/N) and I had some swoa! We wanted a drink before we left!” Spider internally cursed himself for the lame excuse.

Lo’ak leaned back as his eyes went wide, “Bro! You’re drunk? If my dad finds out, he’ll skin you!”

Spider waved him off, “I’m not drunk, just a little buzzed; I’ll be fine by the time we get there,” Spider’s heart started to calm as Lo’ak believed his lie, as he came to the conclusion that it wasn’t Lo’ak, he’s not that great of lier, “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine by the time we get there.”

Lo’ak looked at him disgruntled, “If you’re sure,” before he turned and started to walk away.

Spider breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t his best friend. Because while it would be hot, Spider had no desire to change their friendship.

A wince slipped past his lips as he placed a hand over his navel, his bladder swollen and sore, and without being able to go, it would only build. Each step shifted his full bladder, causing a bruising pain as he continued to make his way to the warrior's gathering.

Thankfully, it wasn’t far from there. A group of 20 or so warriors were loading their pa’li, others chatting excitedly while the rest discussed the plan near the center. And there was Jake, in the center of its call, going over the recent herd's location and where they usually head off to. Jake stood there imposing; each muscle seemed to be more pronounced than usual, and his sanhì were glowing, enhancing his features. Spider’s heart sped at the sight of Jake, but Spider must check in with Jake if he was to go. So, swallowing the lump in his throat, he slowly made his way over. Spider bit his lip to stop any noises from coming through, as his bladder loudly protested each movement.

Jake’s head rose, spotting Spider, a soft smile gracing his face.

“Good to see you made it, boy,” Jake commented easily, his body relaxed as he looked Spider over.

Spider cleared his throat, trying to swallow the lump that keeps returning, “Glad to be here, Sir,” His voice was mostly steady, but Jake had already noticed.

Jake’s brow furrowed as he took another look at Spider, quickly noticing that he was acting odd, shifting from side to side, his face creased uncomfortably, his breath quickened, and he was even looking around erratically.

Jake walked closer to Spider, placing his large hand on his shoulder, “Spider, somethin’ going on?”

Spider’s pulse raced beneath his skin as his brain stuttered to a stop, “Y-yeah. No! No, nothing is wrong!” His facade failed.

Jake’s posture became firm as he leaned closer to Spider, “What’s going on? Are you injured? Is something wrong with (Y/N)?” He asked sternly, but concern showed through his eyes.

“No, I’m fine! Nothing is wrong with (Y/N)! She’s doing great, actually!” Spider shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet Jake’s eyes.

“I’m not stupid; I can see something is bothering you. And I can’t have distractions on this trip, so either spill or head back,” Jake left no room for argument.

Spider felt dizzy as he racked his brain. None of the excuses would work with Jake, so instead, he blurted out, “(Y/N) is pregnant!” Before slapping a hand over his mouth, knowing that (Y/N) wanted to announce it properly to the clan.

Jake’s eyes widened as he heard the news before a smile crossed his features. “Congratulations, Spider,” Jake said, shaking his shoulder a bit. “I can see why you’re a little off. Becoming a first-time parent is an amazing but shocking thing. Has (Y/N) Gone to see Mo’at yet?”

All the questions bombarded Spider, but Jake’s actions didn’t seem to have a second nature to them, so Spider slowly removed his hand, “It’s been a bit crazy; we only noticed her slit was sealing this morning, and she wants to wait for us to both go, so she hasn’t gone to Mo’at yet,” He relayed, slightly relieved, although still cautious of Jake.

The rumbling chuckle from Jake was soothing to Spider; it was the same one that is only reserved for his children, “I’ll admit I’m surprised you’re here then. Neytiri had to chase me with her bow before backing off when she became pregnant with Neteyam,” his voice was gleeful as he reminisces old times.

Spider laughed awkwardly, “(Y/N) didn’t give me a choice,” Thinking about where the key could be.

Jake threw his head back and laughed, “That sounds about right; welcome to the life with a stubborn mate. I wish you luck, boy,” With one last squeeze to Spider’s shoulder, Jake backed off.

“Thank you, Sir,” Spider chuckled slightly uneasily.

Jake gestured into the woods, “Neteyam’s looking for you; he said he has something that's yours.”

The words crashed over Spider, filling him with heat and embarrassment, “I-I’ll go find him then,” Before he scurried away, leaving behind a confused Jake.

Spider continued deeper into the jungle until the hunting party could no longer be heard. Spider continued to walk, unsure of how far he should go. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. His hands were clammy as he chewed his lip, but by Eywa, he was turned on. Neteyam the perfect soldier. Neteyam is the kindest and most helpful Na’vi. Neteyam who is training to take his father's position as Olo’eyktan. And Neteyam wants Spider, has wanted Spider for a while now. Spider’s cock twitched in its cage, warring the insistent need of his bladder. Eager and anxious for the events to come.

Until finally, in the distance, Spider spots Neteyam further in the woods. The moonlight glowing delicately on his skin and his sanhì illuminating his form outline his body beautifully. Neteyam looked ethereal. Spider’s voice stopped in its tracks, a lump stuck in his throat as he stood there, hypnotized by Neteyam.

Slowly, Neteyam’s hand rose, a small glittering key in his hand, before he slowly turned to face Spider, a gentle smile on his face, “Looking for this Sevin?” His voice was gentle.

Spider’s lifted to the glittering key above Neteyam’s head before his eyes focused themselves back on Neteyam’s green eyes; they seemed to glow in the dark. Spider’s mouth gaped as he tried to talk, only able to nod dumbly.

Thankfully, Neteyam seemed amused by this, as seen by his deep chuckle, “Then come here, Sevin,” Neteyam’s free arm was held out for Spider.

Spider’s legs felt like jello as he slowly made his way over, his eyes unable to break away from Neteyam’s gaze. Just as Spider stood in front of Neteyam, he grabbed Spider by the waist, pulling him in close to his chest.

“Neteyam!” Spider gasped as his cheek rested against Neteyam’s bare stomach.

“Shhhh,” Neteyam tapped his finger under Spider’s chin, “Pretty things shouldn’t speak so much.”

Spider shut his mouth, both at the unspoken order and the surprise at Neteyam’s boldness.

Neteyam’s finger traveled over his face, nose, and eyes before lingering on his lips, feeling the plushness of them. His finger was joined by the rest of his hand, cupping Spider’s jaw and forcing Spider to look high up at Neteyam, the key resting just out of sight.

Neteyam bent his face close to Spider’s ear, his breath ticking him, “Your mate was very generous to both you and me. You see, without me, you wouldn’t have been able to come on this little hunting party. And when I offered to help you with your problem, she gave me the key and said that my payment was you,” His voice was soothing, but glee could be heard underneath it. “I wasn’t expecting a payment, let alone a bag of tools I can use on you. And trust me, Spider, by the end of his trip, every single one will be used on you.”

Spider’s cock twitched as a moan ripped from his lips.

“Happy, Sevin? Good, because as a rule, you must play with me, surrender your body every time that you want to release that bladder of yours,” The hand wrapped around Spider’s waist traveled a little lower, placing his hand on Spider’s full bladder; the skin taunt and swollen, “As another rule, when we are together alone you will not speak unless spoken to, if I do speak to you it is always ‘Yes, Sir,’ otherwise the only things I want to hear out of your mouth are the sounds of pleasure, and the occasional pain” Neteyam’s grin was sweet, but you could see the sinister ideas lurking underneath.

Neteyam’s hand pressed firmer on Spider’s bladder, “Understood, Sevin?”

Spider whined at the additional pressure, his cock still confused if it wanted to attempt to harden or not, “Yes, Sir,” His voice was breathless.

Neteyam's voice was a deep purr, “Perfect, now rid of your tewng; I want to see that I get to play with.”

Neteyam released his hold on Spider, stepping away while playing with the tiny key, eager for the show.

Spider faltered for a second, used to Neteyam holding him in place. As he righted himself, Spider slowly slid his hands down to the straps of his tewng. He fumbled with the course material as his fingers refused to cooperate. As soon as the straps were untied, Spider hesitated before he dropped it to the ground, exposing himself, and his caged cock shone in the moonlight.

Neteyam squinted at Spider’s cock encased in metal, “I forgot that a tawtute genitals are outside their body all the time… It's interesting…” Neteyam mused, cocking his head to the side, “It is quite small, isn’t it?”

Spider’s breath hitched as his face became red, his though rubbing together, failing to hide his cock.

Neteyam’s face became a bit darker, “I asked you a question, tawtute,” his voice was stern.

A whimper was pulled from Spider’s lips, “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” Spider nodded his head.

The dark look eased off of Neteyam’s face as if it was never there, “I knew you could learn quickly. Now I believe I asked you if your cock is small? I personally have never seen one so small.”

Warm spread over Spider’s cheeks and down his chest before he managed out, “I-I’m properly sized.”

Neteyam chuckles as he walks closer, bringing his pinky smallest finger next to Spider’s cock, showing that it's smaller than his finger, “Try again, tawtute.”

“I-I mean, I’m,” Spider gulped, trying to sit out his words.

“Tiny, the most pathetic cock I’ve seen,” Neteyam hummed, his smallest finger moving the cage with disinterest, “Now you say it.”

Spider wheezed as he tried to speak, and tears began to prick at his eyes, “M-m-my cock-”

“No, tawtute,” Neteyam cut him off, “It’s not a cock; it’s far too small to be one; I remember my father told me about a different part of the tawtute body.” He paused for a moment, thinking, “Oh yes! You have a clit!” Neteyam finished excitedly, “Now try again, tawtute.”

A lone tear slid down Spider’s cheek, “I, my, I am so, sm-small, that I have, I have a clit,” More tears followed the first one as the humiliation built.

“Such a good tawtute. Now that you know how useless your clit is, I want to see what I came to play for,” Neteyam grabbed Spider by the hips and lifted him effortlessly. He carried him over to a large bolder, the top of which was near Neteyam’s chest, and placed Spider on his hands and knees on the flat top. “This is what I came for,” He answered, running a lone finger over Spider’s exposed asshole.

“What? Sir?” Spider gasped at the warm finger over such a sensitive place.

“What? Your clit isn’t much use to me; this is where I get my fun from,” Neteyam commented as he placed more pressure on the furrowed bud.

“Ah!” Spider whined at the pressure.

Neteyam’s hand left Spider as he walked to a nearby tree, taking out a satchel before walking back, “Hold yourself open for me, tawtute.”

Despite the shame, Spider bent over further, resting on his chest, as he reached around and grabbed both of his ass cheeks, pulling them apart for Neteyam’s gaze.

“What a beautiful sight, a tawtute does as they're told. Showing off their cunt, because that’s all they’re good for.”Neteyam began as he reached into the bag, pulling out a container of lube.

Spider bit his lip, hating but loving the filthy words that came from Neteyam’s mouth, his cock straining in its cage.

Neteyam popped the cap off the lube, placing a generous amount directly onto Spider’s ass. The coldness startled him as the slick substance ran down his ass and over his balls. The gasp turned into a moan as Neteyam’s finger returned, rubbing at his hole.

“I never understood how a well-respected Omatikaya such as (Y/N) could have gone so low as to mate with a tawtute; no matter how close you are to my family, at the end of the day, you’re useless as a mate,” Neteyam spoke his harsh words as the simple facts they are, as he slowly started to apply pressure to Spider’s hole, “So I began to watch you more closely, seeing how you did as a mate. And wasn’t I surprised when I saw you on your knees for the first time, begging (Y/N) to let you cum. You weren't even in this cage, yet there you were, begging like a good tawtute,” Neteyam explained as he slipped his finger inside.

“Oh!” Spider moaned, ensuring he didn’t utter a word as Neteyam had ordered. The fullness that Neteyam’s single finger brought was immense; his finger was equivalent to two of (Y/N)s and much longer, traveling deeper into Spider.

“Ever since then, I would look for you two, watching how you acted in public, and when I could catch you alone, seeing how you obeyed so willingly, I knew I needed you for myself, but I couldn’t step on (Y/N) toes, no I would never touch her tawtute without permission,” Neteyam started to wiggle around and twist his finger, causing Spider to clench around the digit, straining his bladder even more, and a whimper left his lips.

Emboldened by Spider’s response, Neteyam slicked up another finger, “Of course, I wasn’t able to stalk you two for long without (Y/N) noticing. Thankfully, she was agreeable, letting me watch closer from the sidelines; she even let me choose some of your punishments. The day she gave the key, I knew I couldn’t say no,” Neteyam slipped another finger inside, stretching Spider’s rim wide, “The opportunity to play with your body whenever I pleased but just too tempting to ignore,” Neteyam’s voice lowered.

Spider continued to whine as his ass was stretched, the fingers sliding in and out with ease from the lube, and Neteyam’s fingers continued to avoid the spot he needed them on as if he knew they were there. Spider wiggled his hips as he held himself open more, his fingers digging into the flesh, undoubtedly leaving marks there for tomorrow.

“And what a reward it is; you didn’t even ask for the key. No,” Neteyam scoffs, amused, “you present your ass to me like a dirty slut,” Neteyam finally gives Spider what he was looking for as he presses on Spider’s prostate.

Spider’s hips snapped up as he mewled from the touch, the feeling going straight to his cock. His cock was trapped in the metal, unable to harden anymore and unable to drip precum as he wished; the tube blocking his urethra was snug and sealed.

“No, you didn’t even question it; question your mate as she gave you to me; you didn’t question me as I demanded your body. Such a perfect slut,” Neteyam’s fingers continue to roughly grind at Spider’s prostate, refusing to let up on the pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” Spider continued to moan aimlessly as his eyes started to cross.

“It’s going to be a long road before you’ll be trained enough for me, but don’t worry, I’ll get you there,” Neteyam moaned, the feeling of Spider’s slick walls clenching around his fingers, wishing it was his cock. Neteyam removed his fingers and spat into the small opening it made, letting the glob slide into Spider’s hole before using his fingers to push it in deeper.

Spider couldn’t control his hips, rocking them onto Neteyam’s fingers as his legs started to shake.

“Look at that slut,” Neteyam moaned, “You’re fucking yourself on my fingers,” He made sure to hit Spier’s prostate each time, but otherwise let Spider do all the work.

Mewls, whines, and moans continued to leave Spider’s lips as the coil built inside him, eagerly rocking his ass back onto Neteyam’s fingers, chasing the feeling of being fucked so shamefully.

“Tell me, tawtute, are you going to cum?” Neteyam groaned as he placed a large hand on Spider’s back, feeling oddly wet.

“Yes, Sir, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” He shouted as the feeling of warmth overtook him, slow and warm as molasses, his cock twitching uselessly as he couldn’t ejaculate properly, leaving Spider to whimper and whine as he continued to fuck himself on Neteyam’s fingers, trying to chase the feelings of actually cumming.

Neteyam removed his fingers roughly, looking at the small gape that was left, “I don’t believe I gave you permission,” His voice was dark, and a low growl mixed in with it.

But Spider didn’t notice, too lost in the feelings of his ruined orgasm. But he did notice when Neteyam’s open hand smashed his hanging testicles. Spider’s eyes popped open wide as he screamed his pain. Neteyam did it once more, then twice, then thrice, each time Spider’s scream rang through the jungle, as his balls became bruised and swollen.

Neteyam then grabbed the back of Spider’s hair, pulling roughly, straining Spider’s neck, and growled into his ear, “You never cum without permission. Understand, slut?”

Spider nodded, his face covered in tears, and sobs left his lips.

Displeased with Spider’s lack of response, he hit his balls again, and Spider screamed once more time as he rolled his hips, a moan following soon after.

Neteyam let go of Spider’s hair as he stood there dumbly, “Did you just fucking cum again?”

“Y-y-ye-yes, S-sir, s-s-s-soo-soorry, S-s-ir,” He sobbed as more waves of pleasure mixed with his pain.

Neteyam blanked once he realized that pain wouldn’t teach Spider anything until something more sinister popped into his mind. He searched the satchel again, quickly finding what he was looking for. A metal plug the width of two of Neteyam’s fingers and the attachments to go with it. Spitting once more on Spider’s ass, he placed the plug at Spider’s rim and slowly pushed in. Spider was too fucked out to do anything but whine softly as it popped past his rim and was swallowed hole, his rim closing around it, leaving only the base exposed.

“Ohhhh,” Spider moaned as he was filled again.

Neteyam took a thin bar that was thick on one end and pushed it through a small hole in the base of the plug and led it through, letting it come out the other side, next to an attachment on the back side of the cock cage. The thick end stopped it from going all the way through, as the thin end lined up with the cage mechanism, and Neteyam slipped another lock in place. The buttplug now being locking inside Spider.

Neteyam pat Spider’s ass, “There we go, up now,” Neteyam then grabbed Spider by the waist and lifted him back to the ground on unsteady feet. The plug rubbed at his insides.

Spider looked at Neteyam, confused and then worried, as he saw a second key had been added on.

Neteyam was smug as he looked down at Spider, “I know you love your pleasure so much, so I decided to lock that plug in your ass. Aren’t I nice? You should thank me for helping you out.”

Realizing the shit he was in, Spider quickly agreed, “Thank you, Sir,” Unable to believe he now has another consequence to deal with.

Neteyam’s grin turned predatory, “This should be a good reminder for you,” He then thumbed to the first key, the one that would finally let him relieve his bladder, “Now a deal is a deal, walk to me, and I’ll let you go,” Neteyam offered to wait for Spider to walk to him.

Spider slowly shifted his feet, feeling the thick heavy plug in his ass and his swollen, bruised balls between his legs, the pain mixed with pleasure was immense, but Spider soon realized…

He wouldn’t change it for the world.

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rinniessance · 7 months

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WELCOME TO TOXIC LOVER FM

hello there. yes, yes, you. tell me, are you feeling

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why don't you go back to that person you swore you'd never see again? or send that text you've been typing and erasing for the past half an hour? or better, go and make them see you're the only one for them? and tune in to our TOXIC LOVER FM while you do it - after all, worst decisions need the best soundtrack.

WARNING - THIS STATION IS ONLY INTENDED FOR LISTENERS FOR 18 AND ABOVE

01. KILL BILL (FT. CHOSO)

꒰ you thought he really loved you, after all, didn’t you give him your all? choso kamo has a lot of nerve to leave you for another girl. you’ll just have to show him why you are his only one. ꒱ - nsfw - dark content. non-curse au, yandere!reader, dub-con, coercion, pegging

02. YOU RIGHT (FT. SUKUNA RYOMEN)

unlike your sweet boyfriend, yuuji itadori, his twin brother is personification of evil. when sukuna tries to seduce you pretending to be your partner, you see right through him - he didn't even attempt to do a good job. then if you know it's not yuuji, why are you leaning closer for a kiss? - non-curse au

03. MIND GAMES (FT. OSAMU DAZAI)

osamu dazai hates the idea of soulmates - why does he have to wait for the perfect partner when you’ve captured his heart, mind and soul? he just needs you to see you’re the one for him too. - soulmates au, yandere!dazai

04. ONE OF THE GIRLS (FT. SUGURU GETO)

when you bought tickets to see your favorite musician, suguru geto, the last thing you expected is to be called backstage. you would do anything for your personal god, right? - rockstar au

05. BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED (FT. ITOSHI RIN)

he's famous, he's tall, he's rich, and he's so handsome. and that pretty little thing on his arm that calls herself his girlfriend will not stop you from tasting the flavor that is rin itoshi. - professional athlete rin

06. I WAS NEVER THERE (FT. KISHIBE)

he is not just a politician - kishibe is a family man, your every day citizen, neighbour and a friend. then why is he knuckles deep inside your pissy in the backseat of his Porsche? - no devils au, politician!kishibe

07. I FUCKING LUST YOU (FT. OLIVER AIKU)

what you and oliver have is a matter of convenience, neither of you want it to be anything more than that. yet seeing him with another woman drives you insane - college au

08. DADDY ISSUES (FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO)

you remember the very first time toji fushiguro walked through the doors of the brothel - all broad shoulders, handsome face and one hell of a cock, as it turns out. what you didn’t expect is to break the first rule of your job - don’t fall in love with your clients.

09. TEENAGE FEVER (FT. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO)

you know that your best friend is hopelessly in love with you, fact you've known since you were 16. you should have let him go instead of keeping him on a short leash for the nights when you feel especially alone. - no curses au

10. WOO (FT. SATORU GOJO)

it's taken him two years to stop dreaming about you, two more to find himself again and someone else to love, and on a fifth, he finally got engaged. satoru gojo thought that he is finally over the black hole that is you. his heart thinks otherwise when it shatters to pieces when he sees you at his own engagement party. - no curses au

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Magic Shop - 01

Your magical journey begins with a fateful encounter and a beloved companion.

⤑ pairing: (eventual) OT7 x female witch!reader ⤑ genre: magic au, slow burn, action/adventure ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 8.3k ⤑ warnings: DUB-CON, implied SA, side character death, systematic oppression, religious themes, violence, brief smut (foreplay and fingering), mention of blood, just a lot of dark themes in general, our reader is a smart cookie but also an idiot when it comes to the boys. ⤑ note: Hello lol. So I'm not exactly new to fanfiction, but I am new to writing BTS fanfiction. Anyway, spooky season is around the corner and this story has been in my head for a while now. This chapter is also heavily inspired but this game called Dragon Age: Origins (though you don't need to play it to read this story). Also big shoutout to @angelicyoongie for the tips and encouragement throughout my writing process ♡

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 (final)

The Devoted teaches that all magic is a source of wicked power, and those who inherit the abilities to manipulate unnatural forces are cursed.

For centuries, word of its immorality has spread throughout the lands. Until, one day, it’s become a universal truth. For magic, like all things twisted and evil, come from the Veil. A hidden realm between the spiritual and mortal worlds. A place of whims and fantasy. Of unspeakable horrors and sins.

To many, the Veil is a mystery.

Some describe it as a place where dreams manifest. A cluster of visions, intermingling together, creating a world of sleep and wake. Images that show one’s true desires and their darkest secrets.

Others say it’s a world for the passing. Where all souls end up once they leave the mortal realm. Lucky ones find a way to be reincarnated to a new life. Most are aimless wanderers, no longer attached to the memories of their previous lives. But there are some unfortunate ones who become restless spirits, gone too soon or burdened with regret. Eventually, the despair and fury overcome them, tainting their souls with a miserable, contagious darkness.

Mages, who are most attuned with their magic in the Veil, are also the most susceptible to corruption. The tainting is subtle at first. Whispered insecurities, fears, regrets, and doubts, chipping away at one’s sense of self. Until it molds and twists into a hatred that fills the hearts of mages and overflows into the mortal realm like a plague.

History speaks of those who have succumbed to the tempting darkness of their own abilities. Those who have sacrificed the blood of innocents for their unholy rituals. Who transformed humans into beasts, and who single-handedly usurped grand cities in their lust for power and greed.

They’re called the Wicked.

Left unchecked, all those born with magic could become tainted by their own power. Even those with the purest of souls.

Thus, it’s declared that all mages are condemned to be locked away in isolated castles and towers. Away from the humans, who deem them as dangers to their society, and heavily guarded by the Wardens of the Devoted, the sentries who have taken an oath to protect humankind and eliminate mages from becoming Wicked.

On a high cliff, overseeing the inky waters of a dark lake and beyond the ominous deep woods is Blackstone Castle. It’s one of the few hidden fortresses where those with an affinity to magic are taken upon the awakening of their abilities. Its tall, looming towers and sturdy, ancient structures are all you’ve ever known. Within its lonely, dreary walls and corridors is what you call home.

Like many cursed children, you’ve awakened your power at a young age. Too young to even remember the faces of your parents before you were cruelly ripped away from them.

Under the care of the Circle of Magi – enchanters who work as caretakers, teachers, and groundskeepers within the castle – and the ever-vigilant gaze of the Blackstone Wardens, you’ve learned to cultivate your art and make it into something incredible. Something beautiful.

Through years of study and practice, your passion and relentless determination has driven you to the top of your class. You’re a promising apprentice, yet to be defeated in a dueling match of incantations and spells. Your hard work has earned you many praises from your mentors, as well as the weary caution from the armored wardens.

After all, in the eyes of the Devoted, you’re an abomination. And your beautiful, remarkable talent is vile. Atrocious. Evil.

Someone like you – a young, feisty apprentice of high regard, who embraces the curse of magic as a blessing – is the perfect, dangerous concoction of becoming Wicked.

There’s only one way the enchanters and the wardens can determine a young mage’s abilities and their resistance to temptation within the Veil. A secret rite of passage that turns an apprentice into a full-fledged mage. A final test that all Blackstone students spend their youth anticipating and preparing for.

The Harrowing.

All mage apprentices must face this inevitable trial, but very few know what it truly entails. Those who’ve done it and succeeded are forbidden to speak about it. And those who’ve failed are never seen or heard of again.

At any given moment, an apprentice will be beckoned for this evaluation, and will have no other choice but to obey its call. And yours could be any day now.

“Mina,” a voice gently calls in the middle of the night. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at the handsome warden standing by the doorway. Light from the hallway shines behind him, almost giving him an angelic appearance. He addresses the girl sleeping in the bunk next to you. “Mina, wake up.”

Your roommate stirs at the sound of her name. “Seokjin?”

“It’s your time.”

In the darkness, you see Mina stiffen and a tense silence passes between them. You all know what those words mean. You watch as she takes a shaky breath and then proceeds to step out of bed. Some of the other girls in your tiny dorm sit up on their bunks to see her go. She returns your stares with an unspoken goodbye.

Your gaze turns to Seokjin just then. The handsome warden smiles sadly, watching as she tries not to tremble before him. Mina pauses by your bed, giving a half-hearted smile, one that carries the weight of the years of friendship between you two, before she leaves the dorm.

It’s the last time you’ll ever see her.

“She’s the fourth girl that went missing this month,” Hoseok comments, picking up pieces of grilled lamb and putting them on your plate. “Ever since Seokjin was transferred here, girls who do their Harrowing have disappeared more frequently.”

“Are you saying Seokjin has something to do with it?” you question, putting the meat right back on his plate. You refuse to eat more than your share when your best friend hasn’t even touched his food.

��I’m saying it’s suspicious.”

“It is really odd,” you agree, chewing thoughtfully. “But it’s Seokjin. I don’t think he has anything to do with the missing girls.”

Hoseok snorts. “You say that because you have a soft spot for him.”

“I saw him cowering over a moth that flew over his head the other night, Hoseok. I don’t think it’s that much of a reach to believe he’s harmless.”

Over a week has passed since Mina was summoned. No one has seen her around the castle after that night. As her roommate, the two of you would dream and whisper about passing that secret test together.

It’s the next big milestone; a graduation from your apprenticeship. Passing your Harrowing will bring you one step closer to becoming a true mage. Your new status will unlock new books and spells within the libraries. You can become a member of the Circle, whether to educate students, care for the little ones, or upkeep your favorite parts of Blackstone. The wardens will be less strict with you, given that you’d be living proof of your willpower and resistance to temptations. And that mysterious realm, with all its secrets and treasures, will be opened to you for the first time.

More than anything, you were ready for it. Both of you were.

But then, that night happened.

Suddenly, you wake up in the morning and see her empty bunk beside you. The bed is made and the pillow is cold. It hasn’t been touched. Not since she left. The other girls that share the dorm wonder about her, as she was friends with everyone she meets. But no one knows for sure what happened. If she’s still in the castle, why hasn’t she come by to see you all? Is she just busy with her new tasks and duties? Is something else going on?

While you’re lost in thought, Hoseok adds some meat back on your plate. He knows you’ve been unsettled since your roommate disappeared. You’ve told him as much when she didn’t return the next morning. And while you appreciate his subtle ways of taking care of you, you catch him in the act and return it back to him.

“Hoseok, please.”

“Sorry, I’m just…” he trails off with a heavy sigh, putting the utensils down. “I’m worried. The disappearances. Our own Harrowings. All the changes that come afterwards. Aren’t you scared?”

You are. More than you’re willing to admit.

You and Hoseok have been friends since you were kids. There’s rarely a day when the two of you aren’t seen together. Although you’ve been in Blackstone for as long as you can remember, he’s one of the very few you consider a friend.

Here, beneath the tree you and Hoseok are sitting under, holds so many first memories for you: your first kiss, your first confession, a sacred vow, a proposition. All of it with Hoseok.

But Hoseok doesn’t love you that way.

He told you so himself, catapulting your friendship into a strange limbo between platonic and romantic. One where you’ll seek each other out for comfort and affection, sometimes in ways that are too intimate for just friends. One where you can talk to each other about anything and everything, carrying each other’s secrets, knowing exactly what spots and kinks get him going behind that beautiful, sunny smile. One where Hoseok wouldn’t deny it if someone mistook you as his girlfriend, but in private, when it’s just you and him, he’d ask if the two of you are still friends.

Hoseok doesn’t love you that way because he likes Mina.

But he was afraid of messing up with her. So, he’d come to you. His best friend, a safe zone. Someone he trusted won’t break his heart.

And you let him because there’s one secret that Hoseok doesn’t know about. That maybe, perhaps, there’s a part of you that holds onto the hope of something more.

It’s confusing, this dance that you and Hoseok have shared over the years. Both of you value your friendship so much. But once you pass your Harrowing, you’ll no longer be an apprentice. You’ll be moved out of the dorm and into the enchanters’ corridors. You’ll be assigned new tasks and duties within the castle. Your schedule will be completely different from Hoseok’s.

You won’t see him as often as you do now. And that’s what terrifies you the most.

“I don’t have a reason to be,” you finally answer with a confident smile. A convincing lie.

He laughs in a way that makes your heart melt. “Wow, my best friend is very brave.”

You try not to let your smile falter and shovel some food in your mouth. The topic of Mina still lingers over your head. Hoseok must be heartbroken, even if he seems more occupied fretting over you. It feels absurd to move on from the fact that she isn’t around anymore, but Mina is one of the many girls who left without a trace.

“Anyway,” Hoseok continues, picking at his food again. “Just promise me you’ll be careful around Seokjin, okay?

“You have nothing to worry about, Hoseok,” you assure him with a small smile. Perhaps you really do have a soft spot for the handsome warden. “I trust him.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Wait, Hoseok,” you interrupt, turning your gaze away from him. “Did you hear that?”

Both of you fall quiet. The courtyard is busy with fellow apprentices on their break from morning lectures. Beyond the chatter, however, is a loud rustling coming from the bushes nearby. His eyes widen as he whispers, “Do you think it’s a bear?”

“A bear–” you sputter, standing to your feet. “No, I don’t think so.”

You carefully walk toward the sound, eyeing the shrubs before you. One of them pinpoints exactly where the source of the noise is coming from.

“What if it’s a tiger?” Hoseok asks urgently, tailing closely after you. His grip around your shoulders is almost painful.

Neither of those animals are revealed as you push the shapely plants with your hand. Instead, hidden in the small opening, is a tiny kitten.

It hisses the moment it sees you two, warning you both to stay away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you coo softly, trying to calm it down. It looks like a stray. Its black fur is covered with blood, dirt, and grime. It must’ve gotten attacked by another animal nearby.

“Poor little guy,” Hoseok says, peering over your shoulder. “How did you get here?”

The kitten continues to hiss and growl, distrusting eyes glaring up at you.

“It’s hurt,” you point out, noting how one of its front legs is stiff.

“I might have something in my pouch,” Hoseok mutters, looking over at the tree where you both abandoned your things. “Wait here, I’ll go get it.”

As he leaves, you crouch down to get a little closer. The kitten tenses, but isn’t able to go anywhere with its injured limb. It keeps its gaze on you, licking its leg to soothe itself and crying in pain.

The sound breaks your heart.

Before Hoseok could return, you close your eyes and hover your hand over the kitten’s arm. It growls, baring its teeth and trying to swipe at you with its good paw. Immediately, it freezes when a warmth is transferred from you to the kitten. It blinks up at you with surprised, feline eyes.

“Better?” you ask, feeling a bit dizzy. Healing magic is difficult and draining, especially since you’re not a trained healer. By the time Hoseok returns with both of your things, the kitten’s pained mewling stopped and it’s able to move its arm.

Hoseok crouches beside you, carefully feeding it some of the grilled lamb the two of you kept passing each other. A heart-shaped smile appears on his lips when the kitten sniffs at the meat and accepts it.

“I dipped some healing potion in the meat. He’ll be good as new by tomorrow morning,” he explains before playfully scolding, “You should’ve waited before you attempted healing magic. It only took me a minute to get my bag.”

“I had to do something, Hoseok,” you pout, though happy that the kitten was eating from his hand. Break is nearly over when the cloudy skies above quickly darken. “Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

The kitten seems hesitant at first, still seeming wary as its eyes gauge you and Hoseok. It seems settled in its hiding spot under the bushes too, but it changes its mind when the first raindrops fall on its head.

You gather the little thing in your arms, and you and Hoseok head inside before you’re all caught in the rain.

“Familiars,” the instructor says, just as you and Hoseok enter the lecture room. She has her back toward the class, writing out the term on the chalkboard. “Animals tend to be drawn toward magic, and sometimes, a special bond is formed between these creatures and people like us. For thousands of years, familiars have been known to be a mage’s greatest companion. They’re friends from the Veil, serving to guide and protect you as you develop your magical powers.”

Perched on her desk is the instructor’s familiar: a great, grey owl with a large, round face, a small beak, and beady eyes. It sleeps as the lesson goes on, both familiar and instructor unaware of the two of you quietly sneaking in while the class is in session.

Your new friend is with Hoseok, sleeping peacefully in his arms. You suppose you’re not the first person to bring a stray into the castle. Several other students have acquired their own pets: birds and reptiles perched on shoulders, rodents tucked in pockets, cats and dogs on laps. Small critters who’ve helped ease the loneliness that comes within the castle.

“What’s fascinating is that you don’t choose what your familiar looks like. Whatever creature they are, whatever shape they appear, they’re the ones that choose you,” she continues, looking at her beloved owl. She chuckles as she goes into a tangent. “Why, I had an old roommate who was allergic to hers–”

“What should we name our son?” Hoseok suddenly whispers, gently caressing the kitten’s cheek. You hear it purring under his touch.

You can’t help but smile. “He’s our son now? I didn’t know we were keeping him.”

“Look at his face, though. Wouldn’t the three of us make a cute family?” He shifts in his seat so that you could get a better look at your newly-founded son. With its fur cleaned up and the remedies seeming to help, it’s like a new kitten. Seeing it relaxed and happy in Hoseok’s arms is a stark difference from the scared, injured animal you found only an hour before.

“If he chooses to stay,” you say, reaching over to pet the top of its head and smiling when it leans toward your touch, “then we can name him.”

“The only way a mage can choose a familiar is by striking up a contract within the Veil. But be warned,” the instructor cautions, finally turning her attention to the class, “this is highly advised against. For if these creatures are dedicating their devotion, knowledge, and livelihoods to you, they will want something of equal value in return.”

Your eyes scan the lecture room, lingering toward the desk where he normally sits. A small frown forms on your lips when you see it’s empty again.

Where’s Namjoon?

“These kinds of contracts are considered dark magic, prone to turn you Wicked. Just like the mortal realm, there are good and bad spirits in the Veil. Some familiars, especially those who remember you from previous lives, will approach you with a genuine eagerness to help. Others will see you as a chance to corrupt the world that hurt them, manipulating and possessing you to do unspeakable evils. You’ll never know who or what you’re dealing with in the Veil, and there’s no going back once a contract has been made.”

“Hey, Hoseok.”

“Hm?”

“What happened to Namjoon? He wasn’t in any of the lectures this morning either.”

He glances up at the desk where Namjoon sits, causing the kitten to mewl in protest when he stops petting it. “I don’t know.”

Dread sinks in your heart. First Mina, now Namjoon is missing too?

“History speaks of the mages who’ve caused destruction and ruin to humankind, but some historians believe it was their familiars who influenced them into becoming Wicked,” she says, looking back at hers. “After all, why would a mage question the intentions of their greatest companion?”

The owl opens its eyes and hoots. A quiet warning.

The instructor smiles brightly and turns back to the class. “Now then, let’s open our books to where we last left off.”

If there’s one place you’d know to find Namjoon, it’d be here.

Tall shelves surround you, full of books in a variety of colors and volumes. Within many of their pages tell the history between humans and mages, skewed toward the teachings of the Devoted. Some contain spell books, most that are inaccessible to you as an apprentice. And some are leisure readings, often with a witch as the main villain of the story.

You spend a lot of time here. Probably more than at your own dorm. The quiet ambiance has helped you go through your studies and reviews of your notes and lessons over the years.

He’s always here as well. The library with all its written knowledge at his fingertips is his favorite part of the castle.

“Figured I’d find you here,” you remark once you spot him. He’s sitting at a table with a couple of his friends. They nudge at him when they see you approaching, knowing smiles and amused eyes lighting their faces. You ignore them as you cross your arms and glare at Namjoon. “You weren’t in class.”

“I wasn’t,” he acknowledges, raising an eyebrow before a twitch of a smirk tugs on his lips. “Why? Did you miss me?”

“Of course not,” you scoff, standing your ground as he gets up from his seat. He’s so tall, he practically towers over you. “I just want to know why you didn’t show up.”

It’s not just his physique that makes him so big, but his presence, the way that he can command a room to pay attention to him. Many of your fellow students admire him, even Hoseok. He’s incredibly intelligent too, one of the smartest and most naturally-gifted apprentices his mentors sing praises about. His knowledge on the arcane arts and its history is unmatchable.

And you absolutely loathe it.

You, who has been in Blackstone Castle your whole life, climbed to the top of your class through your own blood, sweat, and tears. Whereas Namjoon, who was transferred to Blackstone at nineteen, came to the top because magic comes easily for him. It could take you hours to master one spell while he gets it on his first try. He aces his exams with his nose stuck in unrelated books and poems, while you spend hours trying to maintain your high scores.

He’s the worst. The most mildly-infuriating, petty walking disaster of a genius you’ve ever come across.

“Sorry, baby. You won’t be seeing me much at the lectures anymore.”

You blink at surprise. “What? Why?”

“Didn’t you hear?” one of his friends pipes up. “Our Namjoon passed his Harrowing this morning. The wardens said that he finished it in under an hour! That’s the fastest anyone has ever completed theirs!”

Your eyes widen. “You did the Harrowing?”

A small, tiny sense of relief blooms in your heart when he nods his head. Your academic rival didn’t go missing. He passed his Harrowing and he’s still here, now working at the library to become a scholar.

“Do you guys mind? I’d like to talk to her for a minute,” Namjoon says to his friends without taking his eyes off you. The two exchange looks with each other and agree to give you some privacy. But you don’t let your guard down, even after they leave.

“What is it, Joon?”

“I heard about Mina,” he starts carefully, his voice sincere. “Are you okay? I know she was your roommate.”

“I’m… a little shaken,” you admit, uncrossing your arms. It feels almost strange being this vulnerable with him, but if Namjoon already did his, then yours and Hoseok’s would be right around the corner. “I don’t know what happened to her. No one tells us anything. Do you know? What happened to her, I mean?”

A look of guilt flashes in his eyes. “I can’t tell you.”

You sigh. “Of course you can’t.”

“Listen, be careful when you go to the Veil,” he warns, eyeing around him as if he’s afraid someone will listen in. There’s hardly anyone else here except the scholars and a handful of students, but you and Namjoon are nowhere near eavesdrop distance from them. “There are dark energies everywhere. Not just in that realm.”

You frown at his warning and think back to what Hoseok said about Seokjin. About all the disappearances that’s been happening lately. About Mina.

“I can handle myself, Namjoon.”

There’s a warmth in his aura, in the deep dimples of his smile, in the way he looks at you then. He squeezes your arm gently. “I know you can. Just promise you’ll come back to me, okay?”

It isn’t until later that night when you and Seokjin finally talk.

“Who’s this?”

“A new friend,” you explain, waving him over to sit next to you. On your lap is the black kitten, bumping its tiny head against your hand for pets. “Hoseok and I found him this morning, but we haven’t thought of a name yet.”

The kitten looks over at him, curiosity shining in its bright eyes, and mewls. The cute sound makes both you and Seokjin gush. “Sounds like you’re planning to keep him.”

“Only if he wants to stay.” You watch as Seokjin holds out his hand, letting the kitten sniff him, before he gently rubs its head with his fingertips. It purrs under his touch, closing its eyes with content. “I hope he does.”

“Maybe he’ll become your … familiar?” He glances at you, checking if he used the correct word. He’s the only warden you know of who even bothers learning a mage’s terminology.

Like all the other Blackstone Wardens, he’s in uniform. Heavy armor made of material resistant to magic. Hidden within his reach are spell-breaking weapons and poisons meant to hinder your abilities. Things that could temporarily mute or blind you mid-incantation.

Had it been any other warden, you wouldn’t feel comfortable being this close to them.

From the moment a mage is set to live in their towers, wardens are assigned to guard them, watch them, and “handle” them if they show signs of becoming Wicked. Most, if not all, the wardens are Devoted – members of the ruling religious organization that believe people with your gift are the ban of all things evil.

Thus, many of them, in your humble opinion, are assholes.

You’ve heard the rumors. The open secret of what happens to mouthy, pretty mages and wardens with too much power and too little heart.

It’s atrociously easy for wardens to call an innocent apprentice Wicked. It’s equally alarming how many self-righteous Devotees take advantage of their position over people like you, coercing victims to do what they want or have them face the deadly consequences of false accusations. You’ve seen with your own eyes how fellow apprentices cry themselves to sleep at night, or become distant and fearful after surviving these awful predators. How some willingly refuse to do their Harrowing if their assailant is present, as this assessment would be when an apprentice is the most vulnerable.

Not Seokjin, though.

He’s … different from the others. He’s safe.

Safe enough that you know you can trust him.

“Jin…” Although your voice is quiet, it’s loud enough for him to hear. Loud enough for him to turn his attention to you. “Can you promise me something?”

He looks up at you. His eyes are so warm and pretty. They practically have stars in them. “What is it?”

“When I do my Harrowing, will you protect me?”

“You know I can’t interfere with your test,” he replies, his voice quiet.

“I know. I meant,” you fidget slightly. “my body. Could you watch over me? Make sure nothing happens to me when I’m in the Veil.”

“Of course.” He extends a pinky toward you. A gesture that makes you smile as you wrap your own pinky around his. He returns your smile and vows, “I’ll always protect you.”

As the days pass, the concern over Mina has died down. Instead, you hear rumors of another failed Harrowing. Another girl disappearing. But no one has any answers as to why this is happening.

The black kitten stayed with you and Hoseok for a couple more days until it fully healed. Then, without a word, it left too. But not without giving you a small token of appreciation.

That next morning, you found a Dzi bead on your pillow. A small, protective charm meant to bring the wearer good fortune, health, and luck.

Ironically, you had the gift in your hand when Seokjin came to your dorm again. He calls out your name, gently shaking your shoulder and stirring you from your sleep. There’s a sad smile on his handsome face as he tells you, “It’s your time.”

You must’ve fallen back to sleep.

On the edge of dreaming and waking, you could’ve sworn you heard a strange sound. Your brows furrow in wonder, but your eyes remain close.

You’re exhausted. The lulls of sleep call you like a siren song. Your body feels heavy, your head feels dizzy. All you want to do is lay still on the soft, cozy bed you’re on and let your dreams drift you away.

But something – someone – keeps you on the brink of consciousness. Again, you hear a peculiar sound. Louder this time than before.

Music?

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a familiar sight. Cold, dark stones cemented into an ominous, impenetrable tower. Cobble-pebbled patterns decorate the high ceilings. Moonlight shines through a single, small window and casts baleful shadows with its serene light.

Blackstone Castle. Or rather, a place that looks like it.

Growing up here, you know every nook and cranny of this place, and yet…

Something feels off.

It’s too spacious. Too quiet.

No snores of creaking beds from the other apprentices. No heavy, armored footsteps from the wardens during their nightly patrols. No stifled giggles or hushed voices from the enchanters as they pass through the corridors.

This isn’t a room you recognize, and this bed is far too comfortable to call your own.

Compared to your stiff bunk in the dorm, this canopy bed feels like a cloud. Soft. Fluffy. The sheets feel like silk against your bare skin. It reminds you of how tired you are to begin with. How heavenly a decent sleep sounds.

But the strange, distant melody keeps you from drifting completely.

And it’s only then that you realize you’re not alone.

There’s a weight over you, heavy and wrapped around you tightly. It keeps you secured to the cloud, trapping you in its hold. Warm breath tickets the back of your neck, and you could feel the rise and fall of a muscular chest against your bare back.

Terror strikes you wide awake.

Here you are, in a room you don’t recognize, sleeping on a stranger’s bed. Naked, and with no recollection of how you even got there.

Heart racing, you slowly flip over to face the stranger. A sharp gasp falls from your lips when you recognize who it is. “Seokjin?!”

The handsome warden grunts in response. Without opening his eyes, and with his voice in a deep, sleepy rumble, he tiredly asks, “What time is it?”

“Jin, what– how did we–” you stumble over your words as you sit up, pulling the sheets over your chest. “I can’t remember–”

Seokjin opens his eyes this time. Deep brown stares back at you. Ones that usually sparkle whenever he turns his gaze toward you. Ones that are full of warmth and stars.

One that makes you realize something is very off about Seokjin.

Instead, the eyes that look at you are cold and hollow, completely void of light. Terrifying, and yet, you can’t look away from them.

You try not to shiver when Seokjin raises his head from the pillow and sits up to face you. The sheets fall off his chest and down to his thin waist unceremoniously. A mischievous smirk dances on his lips as he leans toward you. “Shall I remind you?”

“We shouldn’t,” you whisper, darting your gaze at anything but him and his broad shoulders, his plush lips, his muscular abdomen. You know Seokjin is handsome – hell, he knows it, too – but this isn’t… He wouldn’t…

“Why not?” he asks, nearly pouting. His hand cups your face, thumb gently brushing your cheek. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” you reply. And it’s the truth. You trust Seokjin more than anyone.

He leans closer. The emptiness in his eyes are replaced with odd glints of gold. Mesmerizing. Hypnotizing. You barely hear his command.

“Then give in, little one.”

Your eyes flutter close as he presses soft kisses against your cheek, then along your jaw. The bedsheets no longer feel like fine silk against your fingers, but thin and transparent, even before he pries your hands open and lets the covering fall to your waist. You feel your heart to your throat as his lips travel to your neck, to your collarbone, to your breast.

It’s like your body has a mind of its own as your nod in consent, easily falling back on the cloud with the handsome warden on top of you.

Drifting. You feel yourself drifting.

A haze muddles your thoughts as Seokjin continues to press kisses against your skin. It feels good. You can feel yourself arching for more, preening to be held and touched. He smirks as he travels lower, dipping to your hips where he tugs off the remaining covers.

The melody in the background stutters, as if someone fumbled with the notes. It’s jarring enough to snap you out of the trance. To realize that Seokjin’s touch is burning as he pins you to the bed. To see that the eyes looking down at you are inhuman.

This isn’t Seokjin.

Seokjin is your warden. Your friend. The man you trust the most. He would never take advantage of you like this.

Snapping out of it, you shove down the building arousal and look around the room. Something is wrong. You have to get out of here. All your things are thrown on the floor, and there’s nothing within reach that you can use to defend yourself.

You’ll have to improvise.

Shutting your eyes, you try to keep focused. Little whimpers and shaky gasps escape your lips when you feel his mouth work against your core. His tongue and fingers distract you, eliciting waves of desire and pleasure.

The Seokjin look-alike sits up to peer down at you, brown eyes almost golden now as he seems to feed off your energy. Long fingers are still inside you, curling and pumping in and out, distracting him enough for you to strike.

Strength and light flow from your fingertips. Using that energy, you shove the stranger on top of you. The magic burns its bare chest as a demonic scream escapes its lips.

Your heart nearly stops when you hear the sound.

It’s Wicked.

When the imposter recoils, you stumble out of the bed and grab a simple black dress from the floor. There’s a small weight in one of the pockets, and when you reach inside, you recognize the shape of the kitten’s gift – something that won’t help you now. You don’t dare look back or think about how your legs are shaking as you throw your clothes on and run out the door. Your feet are flying without direction, lungs burning and legs aching, until you’re certain you’re far away from it. Until you’re certain it isn’t chasing you down.

So that’s Wicked. You’ve heard the enchanters talk about those doomed beings. Embodied vices of lust, pride, greed, envy, gluttony, sloth, and wrath that taint the mages, letting their powers corrupt them, until they are no longer human.

Your head doesn’t feel as hazy and your body doesn’t feel as lethargic since you’ve exited that room. It was a very close call. That entity with Seokjin’s face… You shudder to think of what could’ve happened if you stayed a minute longer.

Catching your breath, you take a moment to look at your surroundings. The hallways are similar to the castle, but long and winding. It almost makes you feel dizzy looking down at them. Lanterns and doorways mirror each other in endless paths.

You straighten up and reach toward a random door, opening it and stepping inside.

Only to find yourself in a similar hallway.

What?

With a frown, you reach for another door. One on your right this time, instead of directly in front of you.

But it’s the same damn thing. Same endless, dark hallways. Same dimly-lit lanterns. Same identical doorways. No matter how many you go through, you’re stuck in a loop.

Panic crawls beneath your skin when a low growl emits from the hallway.

That Wicked is still after you, and it’s angry.

Who knows if the next door you choose will lead you closer to it. Or if it will have you stuck in a repeating maze until it catches up.

Just when it feels like all hope is lost, you hear it.

The melody from earlier. It sounds like it’s coming through one of the doors.

With nothing else to lose, you open it and step inside, knowing that the Wicked will get you if you stay where you are. You’re in an identical hallway, but this time, the music comes from a different door. Then, another door. And another door.

You’ve lost count of how many you’ve gone through. Could be dozens. Could be hundreds. But every time, it feels like you’re getting a bit closer and closer to the source.

And then, finally, you open a door and no longer find yourself in a dreary hallway.

Emerald-green walls paint the candle-lit room, causing haunting shadows to dance with the burning glow of the fires. A fence with a tarp cages a black, grand piano. And inside is a man with pale skin that contrasts his black hair.

Of all the things in the room, his aura seems to shine the brightest.

He doesn’t notice you as his fingers continue to play the beautiful instrument, its melody drawing you closer and closer.

You’re practically standing next to the pianist when the song ends and he finally addresses you. “Can I help you with something?”

“I…” you pause, almost forgetting why you’re here. “You play so beautifully.”

His eyes flicker away for a brief moment, taken aback by the sudden compliment. Even more so with how such a simple sentence stirs something he’s forgotten so long ago. He rephrases his question. “What do you want?”

You don’t answer him right away. The two of you stare at each other as the candle wax burns and the shadows around the room continue to sway. Then, you reach into the pocket of your dress and pull out the token the kitten gifted you, resting it on top of your piano.

His eyes widen when he sees it. Then, he takes it in his hand.

“There’s something after me.”

Dark eyes linger off the charm and onto your face. His gaze is intense but strangely familiar. “He won’t get you in here. This area isn’t in his boundaries.”

“But I can’t stay here, either.”

The pianist raises an eyebrow at you, seeming surprised by your statement. You suppose he had expected you to accept his refuge, but you know you’re losing precious time. You know that you’re in the Veil and this is your Harrowing.

“You’re a smart one,” he says after a moment, almost impressed. To your dismay, he hands back the token and turns back to his piano. A new melody begins. “I won’t keep you here, but I can’t help you. Your protection charm is no use to me here.”

The door you came from opens. Back to where that monster with Seokjin’s face is waiting for you. Back to where you can almost feel the bloodlust from the other side.

“I’m willing to bargain.”

That catches his attention. His hands still, the music stops. The shadows against the wall seem to pause and stare at you, silent witnesses to what’s about to happen. Words from the instructor echo in your head, but it’s too late. The words already left your mouth.

And the pianist, with his dark, intense, feline eyes – tinted with a golden amber reflected from the candlelight – stands before you. “What’s your offer?”

“Ah, little one. You finally came out of hiding,” the one with Seokjin’s face smiles devilishly as you approach him. “Shall we continue where we left off?”

Thrown to the wolves, you feel terrified. You have nothing but the clothes on your back, a beaded charm, and a half-assed plan. None of your lectures, nothing you’ve ever read or practiced, could have prepared you for this. The monster at the crossroad. The hungry wolf hunting you down like prey.

But you can’t be scared. Not now when the enemy is right in front of you.

“You’re the one responsible for all the missing girls.”

His broad shoulders shake with sadistic laughter.

“That I am! You impress me, little one. Those stupid girls never even escaped that room. Always falling into their desires, they don’t realize how much time has passed. How cold their physical bodies become while their souls are in my hands. They practically beg me to turn them Wicked, to devour their humanity,” he shamelessly admits, bringing his hands to cup his jawline. “This face of that warden you all desire – he’s made the hunting so much easier. Isn’t that right, friend?”

He’s addressing the pianist now. You turn to him with a frown. “You killed those girls too?”

“I see he hasn’t told you of our arrangement,” the wolf says, staring at his partner. “His music lures in the ones who get away. Baits them right into his little cage where he can trap them for as long as he desires.”

“Sorry,” the pianist finally speaks. “I have a new contract now.”

The wolf’s smile falters. “You’re betraying me? For this human?”

“You killed my friends!” you tell the wolf, drawing his attention back to you. Thinking about Mina. Thinking about all the other apprentices who’ve failed their Harrowings because of them. Those who never became mages, who’ve lost their dreams and their humanity. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done!”

“We shall see,” the wolf replies, bearing its large teeth at you. In an inhuman speed, the wolf lunges at you. The pianist pushes you out of the way at the last second as the two demons tumble to the ground.

“Find a weapon!” the pianist yells, crying out in pain when the wolf bites into his shoulder. You scramble to your feet, looking for a wand, a staff, something. The crossroads doesn’t provide you much of anything, and your hand encloses around the charm in your pocket, anxious and stressed.

Until you realize the charm has changed shape.

In a mysterious realm where willpower is the key to survival, you don’t have time to question it as you cast a spell to knock the wolf off the pianist. The Seokjin-lookalike lands roughly on the dirt-pathed ground, but you don’t give it time to recover as two more spells fire from your wand.

“Stupid girl!” the demon roars, moving to attack, its fingers extending into claws. You manage to put up a barrier at the last second, shielding yourself and the pianist. The wolf roars in frustration, running back and body slamming against your shield. To your horror, the transparent spell begins to crack.

“Listen, you have to drop your barrier,” the pianist tells you as the attacks become harder and faster, causing jagged rips along your magic. “Drop it and attack him on my count.”

You look at him like he’s insane. “You were partners with this guy! How will I know you won’t betray me?”

“You don’t,” he says as the wolf continues its relentless attacks. It won’t be long until it shatters completely. “But we made a contract.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he echoes, nodding his head. Your defense is breaking. One more hit, and you’re done. “One… two…”

On three, just as the wolf is about to give the final blow, you strike. A bright ball of light shoots from your wand, bigger than any spell you’ve cast so far. It sends the wolf back and knocks him out for good.

It’s over.

Out of breath, you collapse on the ground. The wand you use changes back into a charm, and the pianist stands beside you in shock. He holds his arm as blood seeps through his white shirt, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it as he states, “You … You actually did it. You defeated him.”

“Yeah…” you sigh, equally in disbelief. You’ve never had to fire off that many spells at once. You’re exhausted, dead on your feet, but you finally notice the injury on the pianist’s arm. “Wait, let me heal you.”

“You still want to help me? After what I’ve done?”

“We made a contract,” you remind him, holding out hand and letting the warmth spread from you to him. You feel even dizzier, more so than when you helped the kitten. “This is the second time I had to do this for you, you know.”

“You know it’s me, huh?” A small smile appears on the pianist’s mouth. His dark eyes – ones identical to the black kitten – seem to be full of admiration when he looks at you. “You really are a clever girl.”

The Devoted teaches that all magic is a source of wicked power, and that those born with the abilities to manipulate those unnatural forces are cursed.

But they’re wrong.

History remembers the wicked and their dark rituals, their forbidden magic, and their insatiable vices. They completely erase the wisdom and beauty bestowed upon their world through magic. They forget about the brave mages who fought along historic heroes in their quests, or the wise healers in villages that the Devoted haven’t influenced. They tear away young children from their families, imprison potential spell-casters from the world, shun them for their gift, hunt them down for simply existing.

Over the years, young apprentices would come to the Veil, fresh and unprepared to face the entities that rule this realm. It’s a sadistic rite of passage that the Devoted created to prove a young mage’s worth. Throwing their spirits to the wolves, defenseless and scared, as the Wicked feeds off their energies, eager to corrupt and consume. Leaving the physical forms behind, vulnerable, unconscious, and in the mercy of those sending them to the Veil.

The pianist has been in this realm for a very long time. He no longer remembers his past, nor does he care about the person he was. All he knows is his piano and the music he creates that fills his lonely eternity with life and magic.

For far too long, he’s seen apprentice after apprentice fail their Harrowing. He’s seen the look of defeat in their eyes once a mage awakens and finds themselves in this world. He’s seen Wicked, like his old partner, toy with these lost souls like predators that play with their meals. He’s grown numb to the horrors and anguish that surrounds him with their defeat.

His partner, the wolf, has become greedy with their arrangement. A deal that they made long ago: should an apprentice escape the wolf’s den and find themselves in the music room, the wolf can’t touch them. Not when they’re still within his boundaries.

Sometimes, they hide too long. Their physical bodies become cold, and their connection to the mortal realm weakens. That’s what happened to your friend, Mina, who sought sanctuary from the wolf, but didn’t leave until it was too late. Her soul is forever trapped like a bird in a cage. And the wolf, constantly on the prowl of those who got away, waits just outside the border with all the patience in the world.

His somber melodies play as souls like hers begin to accept that she’ll never return to her body. They play in triumph as souls like Namjoon, who enters a different part of the Veil, faces his fears and vanquishes his own demon. They play for souls like yours, luring you away from the wolf, bringing you safely to him.

He first met you in a different form, one of a small cat on the brink of death. For just a few days, he sees through its eyes the person you are: brave, kind, and clever. You have a potential he hasn’t seen in another apprentice in years.

The feeling only amplifies when you find him in the Veil and offer the token he had gifted you, placing it on his piano in exchange for his aid against his greedy partner. One that he returns back to you with a spell of transformation, allowing you to change its shape once and for a short time.

You’re incredibly special. That much is clear to him from the moment he met you.

However, he’s starting to suspect you’re more special to him than he thought.

“What do you want?” you ask him in response to his question, holding his gaze.

It almost sounds naÏve coming from your mouth, but something tells him that you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.

“You,” he simply says. “You’re what I want.”

“That’s a high demand for one Wicked. Name something else.”

“Who’s to say this is the only Wicked you’ll face? There are many dangers here, but some of the most vile creatures are the humans from your realm.”

It makes his blood boil. Feelings that he hasn’t felt in so long surfacing.

You’re quiet for a moment, then you propose, “Well, if it’s me that you want, then it’s only fair that you become mine too. I don’t want just help for this Wicked. I want you to be my partner.”

The pianist looks at your extended hand and the certainty in your eyes. His large hand practically swallows yours as he shakes it. “I accept.”

And so, a deal between two souls is made.

When you wake from your Harrowing, you find yourself in the arms of the handsome warden, who took care of you just as he promised he would. You’re engulfed in a hug from your best friend, screaming his congratulations and relieved that you’re safe. A sentiment he shares with your academic rival, who throws you a proud, dimpled smile when your eyes meet his.

No longer an apprentice, there are new changes with your schedule around the castle. But there’s one thing you’re adamant about keeping the same: you and Hoseok, beneath the old tree that’s become a favorite spot for you two.

And it’s in that place where you and the pianist meet again.

“Oh, our son is back!” Hoseok exclaims, smiling brightly at the black kitten. It meows at him, as if saying that he’s home. He reaches over and scratches the top of its head. “I guess it wants to stay with us. Have you thought of a name yet?”

“Yeah.” You give your new familiar a knowing smile, remembering the bright, shining aura he had in the Veil. “Let’s call him Yoongi.”

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Hwang Hyunjin x female reader / 590 words / smut

Warnings: cursing, nipple piercings, nipple sucking, fingering

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day twenty-one of kinktober - hwang hyunjin x nipple play

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When Hyunjin was in the mood, he was fast to act on it. He was quick to remove his shirt, leaving his honey toned chest on full display for you. The sight of you alone was more than enough to get him going, evidence from the tent that had formed in his boxers. Hyunjin leaned over you, eyes darkening with lust as his hands roamed your body before slipping underneath your back, undoing the clasp of your bra.

He immediately groaned at the sight of your still nearly new pierced nipples. Still obsessed with them and happy he was finally able to touch them. His hands slipped your panties off before attaching his lips to your skin, kissing, and nipping along the exposed skin of your collarbones.

His hands found themselves at your nipples, rubbing them softly, urging you to beg for more, but still, wanting to be gentle with you. You moaned softly, slowly beginning to grind your heat against his thigh between your legs. A harsh pinch of your nipples had you gasping out, looking him in the eyes full of lust as he chuckled.

Hyunjin could begin to feel how wet you were as you continued to rock your hips against his thigh, and he swore there was nothing hotter than how eager you were for him.

“Look at you, baby, already making a mess and I've barely touched you," Hyunjin snickered, fingers pinching at your nipples, "You like this, don't you?"

A soft whine was enough for him to be satisfied. One of his free hands crept lower, stopping at your clit and rubbing soft circles across the nub to have panting and whimpering for him. Hyunjin couldn't help but laugh at your state, mouth moving south to place a soft lick to your left nipple before moving across to your right. He did that a few times, alternating between licking and sucking on your pierced tits to leave pretty purple marks.

Hyunjin loved how you began to squirm under him as he toyed with your nipple in his mouth, “God, baby, you’re so sensitive. I can’t get enough of it,” He panted, placing open mouthed kisses to the skin between your breasts before toying with the other nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak and the metal within it. You were a moaning mess underneath him, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers left your clit to finger you, two fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.

"Fuck, " You stuttered, "Please tell me why this feels 10 times better than usual."

Hyunjin chuckled at your works before pulling away to place a kiss to your lips, fingers still thrusting into your pussy, "We'll baby, that's because you decided to get your pretty tits pierced, so now, you're just more sensitive to everything's. Adds to the thrill."

You groaned at Hyunjin's sarcasm but that soon turned into a moan once Hyunjin hit your g-spot over and over. Hyunjin felt your body begin to shake, smirking at how fast he'd have you coming for him. With the way his fingers hit that spot repeatedly as well as his mouth on your tits, he had you coming within seconds. Loud whimpers and profanities escaped your mouth as you gripped onto Hyunjin tightly for support, helping you ride out your high.

"Fuck," You grinned, forehead resting against his as your hands placed themselves over Hyunjin's who's were still groping your breasts, "I swear, that was the best $100 I've ever spent on something."

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legacies | ch.2

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch. 2

It's as if nothing around you could put a damper on your bright mood, or so you think when you step out of your girls dormitory and skip down the stairs towards the class you've been looking forward to the most, the weather perfectly sunny with a fair breeze on your second day at university. A look of content easing your face, your heart's certainly feeling lighter, although you felt like that couldn't be possible so quickly after the brazen encounter with the three boys just yesterday. But thanks to your short meeting with Kim Taehyung after the scene, you'd at least been blessed with some peace of mind.

"Awww Koo!!! Are you okay my baby??? I swear I'll rip that witch's hair out for this!!!"

The taste of your vomit gurgles up your throat when your sight focuses on his athletic figure leisurely reclining on a bench in the campus courtyard, heavily surrounded by a herd of the skimpiest girls thirsting for his attention by practically throwing themselves at him. Jungkook appears visibly uninterested though as he mindlessly keeps staring at the ground while man spreading his toned thighs out, all while the annoying girl whining next to him presses a cold ice pack on his puffed out cheek with overflowing care. You hate these types of girls, the ones willingly chasing after boys to claim their undeserving piece of popularity, a look of irritation now dawning your face as you begin walking in Jungkook's direction.

Your feet pause in their steps when Jungkook's attention redirects to you, his gaze quickly picking up off the grass and his shadowy eyes meeting yours in a flare. The total lack of expressions on his face twists into a fresh new look of deepening interest, clearly having been surprised by seeing you bravely approach him instead of cowering away from him in fear. Why would you run from him though and show weakness when he's anyways in most of your classes? That'd only feed into his delusion of having some sort of a power over you, which you'd never just hand in to him, if even at all. The girls around Jungkook instantly throw you the nastiest of looks by the way he's observing you of all people, their immense jealously seeping out as they stare dumbfounded at how absorbed he is by your presence, despite their wild attempts to charm him.

"I just wanna say I'm sorry. It wasn't right of me to hit you like that" you admit to Jungkook after swallowing your pride, your chest tightening up with residual anger from the fresh memory of him ruthlessly destroying your grandma's watch. Regardless of his unforgivable behavior, it's not in your authority to physically assault someone as their punishment, your upright conscience forcing you to apologize since raising your hand on any person isn't an acceptable thing you could be proud of.

"Well, guess what? It's not okay" Jungkook seethes with a cocky glow now dazzling on his pretty face, his long legs instantly bouncing up and taking a few strides forward to meet you up close. He only stops when you're a nose's distance away from each other, the furiously contorting expressions of the flock of desperate girls he leaves behind secretly boosting up your ego to the heavens.

"It wasn't okay for you to ruin my watch either. But am I hearing you say sorry?" you spit back in response, the lack of compassion he so proudly carries in his voice triggering you to lose your cool. Jungkook just makes it so easy to fall in hate with him, his mouth wickedly twitching with gall before he chooses to answer.

"I'm not apologizing to you. I did you a favor by getting rid of that shit ass watch of yours."

Forget even showing empathy, it's his incompetency that truly astonishes you, the way his high opinion of himself clouds his basic judgement and understanding of the world deserving of real pity. It's as if he's created a fool proof bubble that he loves basking inside, his authority at the maximal degree within this fake universe that only he's the master of. Anger shoots up your heart at his rude comment, your eyes first flickering towards his swollen cheek which your palm had already done the honor to greet, then settling over onto his untouched, soft and milky one. "Your other cheek's looking lonely. Don't tempt me, Jeon."

"Your wrist's looking rather lonely too" Jungkook fires back in a flash, although with a chuckle this time as he grabs your bare wrist in a painful grip. Your jawline clenches when you brush him off with a heedless arm shaking, his entire demeanor soon bubbling with excitement from his victory of successfully pissing you off. You genuinely question whether he enjoys this kind of back and forth with you, his giggles as indication of how he seemingly likes the few seconds he gets to spend with you to his heart's content, even if that means the time spent together is merely over fights and quarrels.

Letting out a shallow sigh, you decide not to indulge any further in this mess of an unplanned encounter, turning around away from Jungkook with a swift move. Trying to soothe your heated mind by flashing your thoughts back to your sweet hangout with Taehyung from the previous day, you now continue to make your way over to your class, trying your best to block out Jungkook's continued laughter with the dimwitted girls who've joined in with him in the distance.

"Order anything you want. I'm paying" Taehyung had advised you after bringing you to the college cafeteria, crouching down with your backpack still strapped on his shoulder so you could stuff the remains of your watch in a zipper while you'd both waited in line.

"You don't have to pay for me... I can afford to pay for myself" you'd informed him in a reserved tone, frankly unsure of his true motives behind treating you so well after you'd humiliated Jungkook with the slap. The first lesson you'd so roughly learned just a few minutes ago was to not trust anyone here, the way Jimin had fooled you with his flip of a switch attitude scarring you into keeping tabs on Taehyung, despite his much friendlier approach. You weren't going to make that mistake twice.

Taehyung had now appeared somewhat hurt by your words, the tall boy's brows furrowing and lips pouting in a tender manner, but he'd still spoken his mind regardless, his honesty surprisingly refreshing amongst the chaos. "I know... but it's the least I can do in return for how my best friends disrespected you."

"Why are hell are you even friends with them?" your anguish had slipped out, the desire to know why this sensible seeming boy uncharacteristically chills out with assholes like Jimin and Jungkook fully taking over you. You'd internally scolded yourself right after for letting your emotions overpower you into losing the control you usually hold over your tongue, your face becoming more tense as Taehyung took a long pause before answering your blunt question.

"I grew up with them. Jiminie and Jungkookie are my family... They're all I've got now" Taehyung had lowered his gaze, the tone of his voice immersed with a deepening sadness.

A formidable awkward silence had followed, you placing in your iced coffee order while Taehyung had opted for an iced tea instead, your mind lost in thought wondering what he exactly must've meant by his friends are all he's got now. His sullen disposition had started making you uneasy and a bit concerned, the way he continued to stay quiet even when you'd settled down at a table near a window worthy of some worry.

"It used to be my dad's..." Taehyung's deep voice had promptly stolen your attention, your eyes curiously trailing from your coffee cup on the table over to his pretty dainty digits fidgeting with the flashy silver ring sitting on his left index finger. "... it got passed down to me after he died last year."

You'd sneaked a peak up at his face after his unforeseen confession, your features now mimicking his gloomy ones as your own fingers had unknowingly wrapped around your empty wrist. Taehyung's actions suddenly made more sense, the way he'd shown empathy after seeing Jungkook break your family's memento a reflection of his faithful attachment towards his own.

"Is that why you helped defend me back there?" you'd sprung up in question for confirmation, Taehyung's glassy eyes slowly locking in on your palm that was still clutching the wrist missing your late grandma's watch. His nod of approval which'd followed affirmed your theory of why he'd decided to care for you and check up on you in the first place, despite you publicly smacking his best buddy.

"I used to be just as cruel as them you know... worse, if anything. I lost count of how many people I'd hurt. It all seemed pointless after losing my father. My idol. I've now got a big responsibility to look after my mother and our family business... I can't afford to slip up."

You'd just met him today, and it felt crazy even thinking this, but it was difficult for you to imagine Taehyung being a vile bully based on his humble character you'd observed so far. But you were going to take his word for it, since after all, you didn't know his history at this university, nor did you know Jimin's or Jungkook's. Your classmates words still echoed in your head about how you should probably stay away from all three of them as they reeked of trouble, but your lips had still formed a faint smile while you slid your palm across the table to hold onto Taehyung's hand for a brief few seconds of support. You weren't a heartless bitch, and Taehyung was the one who'd gone out of his way to reach out to you, so the least you could've done was attempt to provide him with the same comfort he'd given you, while also reminding yourself to strictly keep your guard up.

"I've been through a terrible loss with my grandma's passing too. It changes you in lots of ways. But I'm sure you will do well... you seem like a good person. Thank you for this."

The natural curvature of his lovely lips leans downwards, but the way it'd quickly flipped up into a noticeable boxy smile at your words of encouragement had made you openly grin too. Taehyung's hand had quickly entered the slit of his pant pocket before pulling out his phone, his body language easing up by tenfolds as he'd passed along his expensive iPhone of the latest model to you.

"You seem cool too. The way you violated Jungkookie... my GOD I wanted to burst out laughing! For the future though, just stay out of his way, alright? Jimin too. I don't know if I'll always be there to stop them if you happen to run into them and something happens. But here, let's exchange numbers. Ring me up if you ever need any help with anything. I'll tell them to leave you alone too. I'm sure they'll listen to me" Taehyung had happily babbled in an innocent round of excitement, a cute smile relaxing his cheeks when you'd accepted his phone and begun typing.

"I appreciate it a lot, Taehyung. Can't believe I'm saying this, but you're my first friend here" you'd chuckled as you warmly returned Taehyung's phone in his outstretched hand, him then shooting you a text message so you could save his number with ease too.

"Well, let your first friend walk you to your next class! But please hold your backpack this time though... what are you carrying in this heavy ass thing? Bricks?!" he'd replied back in sudden annoyance, your face instantly dropping at his bitter glance in your direction, but he'd quickly snorted into laughter and waved his hands at you to let you know he was only joking. With a friendly punch to his arm, you'd gripped your coffee cup while getting up as Taehyung continued to carry your backpack despite your constant attempts to pull it off of him, his giggles filling the hallway when he'd helped you navigate your way to class.

With thoughts of your bothersome confrontation with Jungkook in the campus courtyard long gone, an honest smile curls up on your lips when you realize you're walking down the same hallway in present time, Taehyung's laughter still echoing in your ears as you make a mental note of the classroom number on the door to your right. Distracted by your memories with Taehyung, you've clearly strolled past the place you're shortly meant to enter, both of your feet now reversing back up towards the adjacent door with the correct number you're searching for engraved on it. The name 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 sits printed in gold plating on the alluring entrance to the dance studio which holds the contemporary dance class you're so beyond excited to start soon.

"Fucking hell, Dad! PLEASE! You can't be doing this!"

Your body turns frigid as you gently twist the doorknob to the studio open and sneakily peak your head inside, your eyes sealing in on the figures of three people standing towards the back, in the middle of what appears to be a heated discussion. Your stealth goes totally unnoticed by all three of them, although your nosiness and curiosity gets the best of you when you identify the blonde boy as none other than Park Jimin, his rebellious yells and protests against the spitting older image of him quite alarmingly disrespectful.

"You see how this ungrateful rascal talks to me, Jung?!"

The middle aged man in a crisp black Italian suit and exquisite Valentino shoes runs his fingers through his gelled back hair as he speaks, an exceeding threat lingering in his angry comment truly aimed at his son. His cruel eyes first glare at Jimin, then jump towards the lean man dressed in a set of baggy light blue wash pants and an oversized white t-shirt, the colorful jewelry he's decked out in upping his uber cool style. Professor Jung looks uncomfortably shaken up by the situation, although he tries to hide it by flashing his soft dimples in an attempt to soothe the rich man's fury, his nimble fingers nervously fidgeting with the beanie on his head.

"Ah, Mr. Park... Sir, I do understand your frustration... but Jiminie is our best dancer, and he always guarantees us a win at the annual intercollegiate dance competition, which in turn raises our university's reputation. You withdrawing his name this year means we're certainly coming home with a loss... I hope you reconsider your decisi—"

Professor Jung turns pale as a ghost when Mr. Park lets out a blaringly arrogant laugh. The father bores his dire eyes into Jimin's hurt ones to really screw in the insult while he replies back to the dance teacher. "Star dancer, huh? My son is nothing but a failure in the making. Bringing shame to my name by choosing dance as a career when he's got my empire to look after... how pathetic! He wouldn't even be able to wipe his own ass if it weren't for the luxuries I've provided him with all his life. My decision is final. Jimin will be focusing on his studies during his final year to make sure he passes all of his courses, this moron. None of this dance competition bullshit to distract him. You got that, Jung? If you hear even one more complaint against Jimin from anyone, you call me up. You understand?"

Jimin shudders with a rage unlike you've ever seen before, both of his eyes bloodshot red as they narrow up with utmost hate for his father, his chest visibly heaving while he dryly swallows back his spiteful words, which would only get him in more trouble that he's smart enough to avoid for now. Professor Jung appears severely anxious standing in his own damn studio too, clearly having lost his battle against the more important man holding a higher authority over matters than him himself.

"Sure, Mr. Park... will that be all, Sir? We can pick this up later if you'd like... I'm actually expecting a class soo—" the dance teacher's head suddenly snaps in your direction mid-sentence, the sound alert from the text message dinging on your phone capturing his attention.

"Oh, hi! Uh, I'm (y/n). I'm here for class! I didn't mean to interrupt. Uh, sorry."

Jimin now looks like he's actually going to pass out from the overpowering humiliation, as if how his father had poorly treated him wasn't enough already, his mind absolutely livid at the possibility of having you stand there listening in on this conversation too. But it's obvious you've done so by the way you're acting quite awkward, unable to whip up a convincing fake act when unexceptionally put on the spot like this. Jimin's eyes penetrate into your soul with utmost malice while professor Jung kindly welcomes you inside, Mr. Park simultaneously strutting out of the studio without another word or even a glance in your direction, which you're truthfully grateful for.

Your thoughts are still zooming all over the place when you enter the girls locker room post-class to wash up after a sweaty routine, now finding yourself caught in a debate whether you're happy to get the chance to explore your interest in contemporary dance, or pissed off to your core by the fact that you're partnered with Jimin out of everyone, professor Jung's reasoning being the best dancer could help out the new girl quickly catch up to speed. It'd probably been the stiffest hour of your life having Jimin teach you some moves while not even looking you in the eye the entire time, his words barely audible with how he kept mumbling in an attempt to hide the hatred for you in his voice.

"Shhhh..."

Jimin's hushed whisper grazes your ear all of a sudden, before you feel his palm press against your mouth to block you from screaming despite your vigorous wish to do so, your completely naked body turning around in full shock to face an equally naked Jimin. He glides the white shower curtain shut with his other hand, hiding the fact that you're both dripping in warm water together in the same showering stall in the girls locker room. He widens his eyes to threaten you into not making a sound before gradually lifting his palm off your lips, his gaze then slowly traveling down from your face to your exposed breasts, not stopping until he's observed every inch of your skin down to your toes, all while you keep gawking at him in dumbstruck awe with a susceptibility to his insanely bold actions.

"Now that I've gotten your attention... don't you dare tell anyone what you heard earlier. I don't want people knowing the real reason behind why I won't be participating in the dance comp this year is because my fucking dad withdrew my fucking name."

Without even taking a look down at his package, you extend your hand forward and grip his balls with a squeeze, Jimin's plump lips parting in a sharp gasp while he tensely holds his breath in from your sudden touch.

"You'd think after the terrible lack of respect you seem to get from your own dad, you wouldn't want to put others through the same. But lucky for you, I'm not like you. Your secret is safe with me."

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