a/n: this has no plot, basically zero storyline as well but I still hope you enjoy reading this & get more insight into their friendship! this is from the time before their deal!
âWho owns this house again?â
Can it be even called that? Where you and your friends are currently at is more like a mansion. One you barely get to see in person. The rich neighborhood and fancy cars around is enough of a clue that whoever lives in this mansion is freaking rich. Itâs the type you only see in movies.
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âJungkook gets you a present, one he hopes you and him can test out in an instance.âÂ
Genre: Smut, Fluff at the end
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, domme!Reader, pegging, mentions of a buttplug, a quick rimjob, lotsa lube, a vibrator, Koo is whiney and vocal af, praise, some dirty talk, some prostate milking too, piercing play, pierced!Jungkook, tattooed!Jungkook, soft aftercare
Wordcount: 3.439
âKook what is it?â you ask, shaking the pink box. Something moves inside, it sounds heavy.
âOpen it, youâll love itâ, he answers you, scooting closer to you on the couch. He has this very distinct boyish sparkle in his eyes, the one he gets when he is up to something. Be it good or mischievous. All you know is that it makes you feel nervous, not in a bad way, but nervous nonetheless.Â
âSeriously I donât even know why you got me a present. There isnât even an occasion for itâ, you mumble, opening the beautifully made purple bow with care.Â
Jungkook came home later than usual today. The mystery of why, soon revealed itself to you in the form of the pink box, which now rests on your lap. Now bear in mind, Jungkook did take the entirety of dinner and half of movie night to reveal the box to you, so your curiosity is at its peak.Â
âI love you. Isnât that occasion enough?â Jungkook retorts, placing his hand on your knee. He rubs tender circles on it, sparkling eyes racing over your face. The ribbon falls off. You look up for a moment to study his face.Â
âOpen itâ he stresses, gnawing on his lower lip in excitement.Â
âFine, I amâ, you give in.Â
Your eyes grow big, your mouth falling open.Â
âIs that-âÂ
â-a strap-on? Yes, it is. I bought it today. What do you think? Isnât it nice?â he interrupts you, bouncing on the couch.
You touch the pink, sparkling strap-on dildo, which is still in its safety package. Holy shit.
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
A/N: Here it is, the first chapter! Thanks to Jungkook for inspiring me with his âMy Timeâ performances, and a shoutout to the choreographers of âMagic Mike XXLâ for their assistance in helping me visualize what moves this man would make if he decided to take up exotic dancing. Unbetaâd as usual. Please let me know what you think, Iâd love to hear from you!
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Vampire Jungkook, Stalking, Obsession, Manipulation, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Fear, Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Mind games, Tormenting the MC, Discussions of discovering dead bodies, Jungkook frightens the mc, Jungkook watches the mc sleep
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.Â
Preview: Â There was someone crouched down in between the trees and ferns. It wasnât a stance that had suggested they had fallen or were looking for something, it resembled that of a predator patiently waiting for itâs innocent prey to come stumbling by. You could make out a few of its features, although it was mostly concealed by the greenery. Pale flesh stretched over itâs limbs, so light that it appeared like it hadnât ever seen a ray of sunlight. There was a mop of unruly, dark curls poking out from the leaves, and worst of all, piercing red eyes that were staring back into your own. They resembled thick pools of blood, a deep crimson color that forced trembles throughout your once still form. You were certain you were staring into the eyes of a demon, there was no way that was a human hiding in there
A/N: Did anybody ask for a supernatural AU? The answer is no but I wrote it anyways and scared the shit out of myself. I hope you enjoy it if you read it, I finished this surprisingly quickly and it was really fun! My fingers are numb now though and Iâm going to bed. Also, this is my first fic post Bouquet Series! Happy reading, I canât wait for asks and to see you in the comments đđ
The scent of sulfur was thick in the air.
Your fingers fiddled with the string of your one untied shoelace as you gazed up into the sky from your spot seated on the covered porch. You gently leaned your face into your hand, cupping the full flesh as you rested your elbow on your bent knee, your other leg extended out in front of you as you rolled your ankle from side to side.
It was raining now, the soft tapping of the rain against the soil would have been enough of a melody to send you off to sleep had it not been for the sudden crack of lightning that shattered and broke off creating thin scars in the sky.Â
You loved the smell of rain, sweet yet earthy, it reminded you of home. You closed your eyes for a moment, listening to the rain and the soft rumble of thunder in the sky. You could hear the light creak of the old wooden porch swing mere feet away from you before another flash lit up the sky, this time far brighter than before spurring your eyes to snap open and trace each splinter of light.Â
You then began to count; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - another flash. The storm was about a mile away, this was a neat trick your grandfather had taught you years ago. You knew it wouldnât be long before the light rain developed into an angry torrent and you would be forced back inside. The storms there werenât very forgiving and it wouldnât be surprising if the rain began to slant and drenched you completely through.Â
With a soft sigh you drew both your legs to your chest and settled your chin on top of your knees, determined to remain in your spot until you had to retreat into the warmth and safety of your house. You loved your house dearly, it had been your grandparents before they moved down south and was then passed onto your parents. The siding which was once a pure white was now faded and peeling away at the corners from years of weathering. The porch swing was creaky and wobbly, and the stairsteps squeaky and in need of a fix. But you still loved it.Â
You probably loved the backyard the most though, it was relatively large and melted into the edge of the forest behind it. The trees had been there far longer than the house and now towered over it. It was a little alcove away from everyone else, and at one point you had treasured that. But now with your parents gone, headed south to help take care of your grandmother who had just had her second heart surgery, it was far too quiet and incredibly lonely. There was something undeniably eerie about the house, now that it was empty like the life had left with your parents. But you knew you couldnât be selfish, your grandparents needed help and you had school. Classes didnât stop for just you.Â
You raised your hands from your legs, pressing them palms down against the porch beneath you. You swiped the grainy planks of wood mindlessly before you pushed off of the ground, the rain had finally arrived in heavy, thick, wet streams. That was your queue to retreat back into the empty, quiet house behind you.Â
âHe missed you. You missed him. One month is far too long to not see each other. In the heat of a moment of passion you both discover a shared kink, which leads to sex so mindblowing neither one of you will know how to think anymoreâŚâ
~ Requested by one beautiful anonie ~
Pairing: Yoongi x f.ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut, Fluff if you squint
Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, oral sex (f. recieving), handjob, finger sucking, public sex, sex on a piano, unprotected sex, dirty talk, petnames, multiple orgasms, talk of bondage
Wordcount: 3.6k
a/n: I know this was supposed to be a drabble, but as you can see I got carried away (who can blame me you all know how much I want to have sex on a piano with someone, especially if that someone is Yoongi jsjsjs) 𤧠also sorry this took me ages to finish jsjsj Iâm a mess istg but hey itâs finally here đđ
âOh Yoongiâ, you shiver,
âI love it when you touch me like that.â
Yoongis long fingers massage your
hips, touching them just like you want him to. Slow and deep, closer and closer
to your ass.Â
âAnd I love touching you like
thatâ, Yoongi rises his face from your hair to drink in your features
instead. Mischief flickers in his eyes before he finally grabs a healthy amount
of your butt, squeezing it teasingly.Â
âSo soft and squishy. Itâs like
having my own sexy stress ballâ, he grins at your offended yet amused
expression.Â
âHow dare you disrespect my
titties like thatâ, you joke, giving his pecs a gentle squeeze for
emphasis.Â
Laughter vibrates in his chest, the
corners of his eyes crinkling.Â
âYour boobs are my favourite
pillows but your buttâ, he squeezes it, âis my favourite stress ball."Â
You scoff, fingers tangling in his
soft hair.Â
"Youâre such a dork, kiss me
before I do."Â
Yoongi does so in an instant,
pulling you close until your bodies are connected by your hips and his rapidly
hardening length rubs against your stomach. He moans, deepening the kiss by
licking over your lips until you finally open up, allowing him access.Â
You moan, allowing his tongue to
explore your mouth. His kisses are your aphrodisiac. They are so hot, so exciting
and butterfly inducing. Your whole body burns in desire for him, your fingers
screaming for ripping his clothes off of him.Â
The back of your legs hit something
cold and hart, making you gasp.Â
A sound cuts through the silence,
shrill and loud as if someone had slammed their hands down at random spots on a
piano. Expect that it arenât hands slamming down on the keys, but instead it is
your ass sitting down after Yoongi heaved you up on the piano in the practice
room. He had dragged you in there just moments ago, not able to contain his
arousal as his fingers started roaming your body the second the door fell
closed behind you and he had locked it. You just wanted to visit him, not
having seen him for almost a month with both of you having a terribly busy job
life.Â
You had planned on listening to his newest creations and then later on
order take out and watch Netflix on the big television in his studio, cuddled
up on the couch. But the moment you bumped into him on the hallway all those
plans lay forgotten as Yoongi stormed up to you and pulled you into the most
passionate kiss you have ever gotten from him. It is not often that Yoongi
shows how turned on he is so publicly, but when he does it is all the more
exciting, making your stomach tingle in excitement. Which brings you to the
current situation, tangled limbs on a piano and racing hearts in your
chests.Â
"Carefulâ, you break the
kiss, âyouâre going to destroy itâ, you say, wiggling your butt on
the keys in emphasis.Â
âDonât care, only want
youâ, Yoongis voice sounds raspy, raspier than usual, and drenched in
arousal. He kisses down your jawline until he reaches your neck, sucking on
your most sensitive spots until your lips canât contain your moans
anymore.Â
âYoongi wait- oh-â, you
shiver, back arching. Yoongi had pulled down your pants including your panties
in one go, throwing them on the dirty floor like it was your bedroom floor. His
fingers knead into your soft thighs, drawing closer and to your exposed core.
âI want to eat you outâ,
he bites down on his lower lip groaning, â-itâs such a big kink of mine
to-â, he blushes, â-eat you out on a piano."Â
