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I'm obsessed with that picture so everybody needs a new wallpaper

Hey can you make a fic just like that forbidden fic stepdad namjoon but with jungkook please...I'll really appreciate it .

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I can't believe this request went with THIS gif lmao ily

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of blood/death and violence (not towards the reader), mentions of past abuse (not by jungkook), allusions to murder, brief mentions of alcohol, some hurt/comfort, pseudo incest, corruption, soft manipulation, slight age gap, dub con, dirty talk, the daddy kink is real in this one, spanking, hair pulling, hints of breeding kink, praise, creampie

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Jungkook knew you better than the back of his hand. It was no wonder that despite how busy he was, you found him waiting for you when you tried to sneak back inside the house at two in the morning.

You stood frozen in the kitchen door, your heart thumping loudly in your ears. His face was unreadable, dark eyes taking in the little black dress you wore. It seemed fine when you put it on, but under his gaze, you felt vulnerable and exposed.

He broke the silence with a sigh.

"Come here."

Uncertainly, you set your purse down on the shelf and made your way towards him, your head buzzing. Jungkook had always been very protective of you and you were no stranger to his anger. Unlike your mother, however, he has never raised his voice at you before, let alone his hand. For that reason alone you hated going behind his back and lying to him. He had always been on your side.

All the same, at times his protectiveness was overbearing and he had to understand that. Despite the guilt stirring in your stomach, you were ready to speak up and fight with him if necessary, preparing for the worst when you stopped in front of him.

But without a word, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaning his forehead on your stomach. You stiffened. Jungkook hugged you often, but affection was the last thing you expected from him right now, especially affection this intimate. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment before picking up its pace.

"I'm sorry," his whisper was muffled, but still very audible.

Confusion clouded your head, blurring your thoughts.

"W-what?"

Why was he apologizing when you were the one in trouble? Had he realized that maybe he's been holding on to you too tightly, suffocating your freedom?

He looked up at you. His tattooed hand reached upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You've been sneaking out a lot since your mum's gone. It's my fault, isn't it?"

You blinked down at him, trying to ignore the puzzling pang in your chest and the heat spreading through your cheeks as he touched you. With the way he was looking at you, you weren't quite sure what was going on anymore. Words just wouldn't come.

Jungkook sighed again, then got up from his chair. Just like that he was towering over you, his lips brushing over your forehead.

"I haven't been paying you enough attention, hm?"

Oh no, he definitely has. Too much, in fact, but you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him that, letting each word he murmured drip into your heart and disturb its peaceful ocean.

"I know I haven't been a good father. I'm always at work and you're left here all alone. But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

You felt your heart sink in your chest under the weight of guilt. This wasn't true. He has been the best part of your life since he appeared in it. And suddenly you were left feeling small and ashamed of your own behavior. You were all the family he had, really. What made you act out and be this selfish?

Your eyes warmed with tears. You had to speak up, even through the lump in your throat. Because honesty, no matter how brutal, was still a better option than Jungkook blaming himself for your behavior.

"It's- it's not your fault," you stammered, swallowing hard. "It's just- I just..."

Jungkook placed his thumb on your lower lip, rubbing it softly. You could feel your stomach turn.

"It's okay, baby. Come on, let's just get some rest."

With a deep breath, you nodded and followed him upstairs, his arm wrapped around you. He led you into your bedroom and shut the door, sitting you down on the mattress gently. You assumed he wanted to talk, and you were right.

"Did you have fun?" He asked as he knelt down before you, lifting your foot to take off your shoe.

You stared at him, mesmerized and strangely moved by the gesture. There was a hidden part of you that realized why you never let your friends peek inside your relationship with Jungkook, why you never spoke about the way he treated you. That part of you knew you were a little too close than you were supposed to be, but it was easy to tell yourself that this was your business, that nothing wrong was happening, they would just never understand.

Jungkook glanced up at you, placing your heels neatly by the bedside.

"What's wrong?"

You shook your head.

"Nothing, da-" you paused, but you knew you were caught, his eyes burning into yours. You cleared your throat and looked away. "Nothing, daddy."

Jungkook hummed, pressing his thumb into your calf.

"Really? Because you seem tense to me."

You frowned, your eyes still wet, your head spinning. Jungkook stood up and brushed his hand through your hair.

"You drank a little, didn't you?"

You nodded slowly, more guilt turning your stomach. There was no point in lying. He could see right through you. It wasn't like you were drunk anyway; you knew you couldn't come home like that without getting caught.

Jungkook brushed your tears away when they flowed, tenderly, his touch familiar and comforting.

"Why don't you lie down for me? I'll help you feel better."

You blinked at him, mascara smudged and lips parting lightly.

"On your stomach, baby," he said, his hands coming down to your shoulders.

You were so confused your body seemed to only be able to follow his commands. You let him push you into the mattress, trying to relax against the pillow. It was difficult, though, when the bed dipped and you felt him climb on top of it. You lifted your head to look back at him, but his hand pressed into your cheek and forced it back down.

"Relax, angel," he murmured. "I just want to help you, yeah?"

Help you how? You couldn't stop the heated shiver that passed through you, blaming it entirely on fear. Were you going to get punished after all? What would that even entail? He wouldn't hit you, would he?

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until he released you. He pressed his thumbs into your calves and proceeded to massage them in lazy circles, each one a ripple, spreading warmth through you. His touch felt good, slowly travelling upwards and then descending in circles again, the pressure heavenly on your legs, tired from dancing all night. A small, almost inaudible whine left your throat.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering.

"Just taking care of my little girl."

Your stomach dropped low, so low you had a feeling you were falling. You pushed yourself up on your arms, but Jungkook was quick to lean forward, a strong hand on your back forcing you back down once more.

"Stay still, angel, be good for me."

You tried to steady your breathing, feeling his hand smooth over the curve of your spine....and then your ass. You gasped, the panicked pounding of your heart echoing in your throat.

Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm. He settled his palms on your thighs next to rub them as well, release the tension from your muscles; but they only seemed to be getting tenser as he touched you.

You swallowed, your stomach flipping when he parted your thighs to work on the inside too. His fingers explored every inch of your skin he could reach, his breath hot on your ear as he leaned over you.

"Were you with a boy?"

You blinked, so distracted by the shock of how inappropriate all of this was that you didn't quite catch on to his question.

Jungkook slid his hand up slowly. It landed on your ass again and he squeezed it shamelessly, lovingly, his nose brushing up against the shell of your ear.

"Tonight," he clarified. "Did you sneak out to see a boy?"

You tensed up beneath him, a cold wave of fear flooding you from head to toe.

"I- I'm sorry," you blurted, tears burning your eyes again. "Please just-" stop. The word died on your tongue, because if you had to say it out loud, you'd have to say it in a complete sentence.

Stop making me feel like this.

Jungkook shushed you, trailing your cheek with his lips.

"No baby," he whispered. "This is my fault. I'm your father, aren't I? I should know better."

Your breath hitched when you felt his hand crawl under your dress, kneading the soft flesh of your ass harder, awakening a throbbing ache deep inside of you.

"Daddy-"

He squeezed even harder at the name. You were beginning to panic, the wetness gushing out of you mortifying, thighs squeezing together on instinct. Softly, Jungkook snuck his free hand in between the mattress and your stomach, sliding up. It passed your breasts and landed on your neck, luring you into a false sense of security. He stroked your collarbones, traced your racing pulse.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, firm and warm against the swell of your breasts, his inked hand slid right inside your bra.

You jerked at the intrusion.

Your chest trembled beneath his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing. It was unholy, and you wondered if you could set yourself free from this cage of heat and stupor, would you trash around and tell him to stop touching you? Would it make a difference if you did?

"What are you doing?" You whispered again, unable to find any other words.

Jungkook circled your hardened nipple with the tip of his finger, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck. It made you shudder.

"Taking care of my little girl," he replied with the same words, low and smooth. "Like I should have been all along. Like you've been craving."

You whined weakly, a pathetic attempt at a protest.

"I, I haven't..."

Jungkook leaned back again, only to lift your dress up, exposing your ass to his eyes. You tightened your grip on your pillow, your stomach jumping when he hooked his thumbs into your underwear.

"Really?" He questioned, taking his time to slide the material down your thighs. "Then why are you so wet?"

You had no answer. You started trembling when you heard him undo his zipper, hovering above you again. Your cunt clenched desperately, leaking. You didn't know if you were more scared of what was happening or the betrayal of your own body. His breathing sounded heavy in your ear, his knee nudging your thighs further apart.

"And why are you sneaking out just to fuck around, huh?" The question came with an abrupt smack on your ass.

You twitched at the burn, crying out in surprise. His hand was quick to tangle itself in your hair and pull your head back. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, hot and hard.

"Daddy-" you stammered again, shaky and unsure. Unsure if you were asking him to stop or just ram inside and fuck you already.

Jungkook groaned, rubbing himself against your slick folds.

"Yeah, I am, and you're my little girl. Only mine."

The first inch of his cock finally slid inside you. It felt so thick, already stretching you open. Your back arched like a cat's, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Jungkook shivered against you and continued pushing forward, your cunt fluttering and leaking around him.

"Oh fuck..." he breathed out. "See? You fit me so well, baby. This is where I belong."

His hips were right against your ass when he bottomed out, a soft, shaky moan escaping your throat. You felt full, so full of him everywhere, a loud squelch following his first thrust. You couldn't believe you were this wet.

He couldn't either.

He moaned lowly, setting a steady pace, plunging so deep into you it was impossible to hold on to any rationality.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up at him. Were you crying? You didn't even notice.

Somehow the fact that he brought it to your attention made more tears flow. His pace slowed, his lips caressing your cheeks softly, chasing them away.

"This is-" you moaned out, sniffling right after, "you're my-"

You could feel him smile against you. Why was he smiling? Didn't he realize how messed up this was? He was literally married to your mother before she...

"I'm your what?" He rasped, his cock twitching inside you.

His next thrust was harder, free hand travelling down to grope your ass again.

You whimpered, burning hot with shame and pleasure. Was he really getting off on this? Well, you weren't much better, but he didn't seem to feel even a bit of remorse. In fact, he seemed to be all the way up in heaven, and the way he groaned as he fucked you had you clenching down on his cock. His hips moved so well, sensual and strong against you, rushing you towards a high you didn't know was possible to reach.

"I'm your what?" He repeated the question, out of breath and sweet, demanding an answer.

You couldn't bring yourself to use the word. Not when he was inside you, raw and throbbing, covered in your slick.

Jungkook, however, wasn't too happy with your lack of compliance, his hand harsh and heavy when it came down on your ass again.

You moaned lewdly, urging his hips to snap harder against you.

"What the fuck am I, baby? Answer the fucking question."

More tears spilled, but somehow the shame fueled the desire, made the flames burn hotter.

You still couldn't use the word. Instead, you settled for a quiet, weak daddy.

Jungkook moaned.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah. And daddy is the only man a little girl needs, baby," he breathed into your ear. "You don't need another man. It's daddy's- ah- responsibility to keep you full. Your heart, your bank account and your cunt."

You tightened around him, the knot in your stomach twisting hotly. Jungkook's hips stuttered in their rhythm. He almost whimpered, a sound you never thought you'd hear coming from him. It had you on the brink of coming, pushing your ass up into him to chase the feeling.

Jungkook got the message, tugging on your hair roughly, the sting inducing goosebumps. The bed began to creak as he finally quickened his pace, pounding into your cunt like he wanted to tear you apart.

"Oh, I'm going to give you what you need, baby," he promised in between harsh pants, a groan slipping out between the words. "This little pussy is mine, and I'm going to stuff it full, yeah?"

A jolt of panic went through you, along with a jolt of arousal that made you soak his cock further.

"No, no, what if I- mmm-"

Your thighs started to shake, and it was impossible to tell if it was from anxiety or from how close you were.

"Get pregnant?" He finished for you, his teeth grazing your neck.

You could feel him twitch inside you, another filthy, breathy moan reaching your ear.

"You don't want that? No? Don't want daddy to knock you up?"

He pressed his lips into your ear when you shook your head.

"Liar," he whispered. "Your wet, little pussy wants it. Just gonna have to wait for your brain to catch up, baby. And before it does, I'm going to fuck you full, make it run down your thighs."

The band inside you snapped, the white, blazing heat blinding your senses. You could hear Jungkook groan and curse, thick warmth spurting right inside you as he came with you. The feeling only made you clench harder, made your shake under him like a leaf in the wind.

You weren't sure when it stopped, slowly coming back down to earth when he collapsed on top of you, his cock twitching inside you.

You felt a lot more drunk than you had when you came in, your body pulsing. Wanting to let you breathe, Jungkook pushed himself up reluctantly and slipped out of you with a quiet moan. You could feel his cum trickle out of you, staining the sheets below you.

It was just as euphoric as it was terrifying. What now?

As if sensing your worries, Jungkook touched your shoulder and gently turned you onto your back. It was the first time you could look at him properly since he laid you down. And he was so beautiful it made your heart hurt. Flushed and fucked out and looking at you like nothing else in the world mattered to him.

It made you remember your mother. And despite the fact that you never had a good relationship with her, you burst into tears.

Jungkook pulled you into his arms, cradling you like a child. If not for the fact that your panties were on the floor, he was still unzipped and you were overflowing with him, it would have been quite an ordinary image. Just a father holding his daughter.

"Baby, baby," he soothed, both of his hands caressing your sides. "Please, don't cry, fuck. What's the matter?"

You pulled away from his neck, wiping at your cheeks angrily.

"What do you mean what's the matter? You're- you're my-" you still couldn't bring yourself to say father. Instead, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "You married my mum," you spat instead. "She's not even gone that long. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You were one to talk. You couldn't help it, though. You were angrier with yourself than you were with Jungkook, and you had no idea how to deal with all the guilt you were feeling.

But your outburst didn't seem to bother him. He kept stroking your back, letting you throw your poison at him, with a look so tender in his eyes it made you feel even more sick with self loathing. You hid your face in your hands, unable to handle looking at him any longer.

Jungkook didn't mind. He'd take the poison from you. He'd drink all the poison from your well if it meant healing your soul. He'd drink poison from your lips if it meant he would get to touch them.

"You're too good for this world," he whispered softly.

Your hands slowly lowered, revealing your red, puffy eyes. You certainly weren't feeling good at all. What did he ever see in you, what did he see in you right now that made him ever think that?

"Your mother is gone. I..." He hesitated. "... cared about her, but she's gone now."

The fact that he avoided the word love did not escape you. Your brows furrowed.

"I loved her at first," he quickly corrected himself, though it was nothing but a lie. "But when I saw how she was treating you..."

You felt your stomach turn again, not in a good way. These memories weren't something you needed on your mind right now.

"It made me realize she wasn't a good person," he continued, brushing away the tear that fell down your cheek. "And you shouldn't feel bad for being happy because of her. Or anyone, for that matter."

His words were the understatement of the century. But you didn't need to know that.

He watched your face soften and pulled you in close again, his arms tight and secure around you.

"I'll never let you cry because of her again," he muttered softly. "I'll always protect you. You're my little girl, always will be my little girl."

Your lower lip trembled, but you couldn't deny the sense of comfort that his touch and reassurance brought you, helping your body relax in his hold.

No matter what your mother was like, it was still so wrong. But it would be a lie to say that he didn't ease the ache in your heart a little, his words so genuine it almost made you believe that he was your friend, your lover; not someone you've been calling your father for the last few years.

He held you as you drifted off, getting up only when your breathing completely evened out. With a sigh, he undressed and turned the light off, then slipped under the covers with you.

You were where you belonged. In his arms, safe and sound, exhausted but on your way to letting go. Your mother was where she belonged, too, six feet under the ground, where he personally made a space just for her, shaped perfectly for her body.

What kind of father would he be if he let anyone hurt you? What kind of father didn't protect his little girl?

Nevermind that he lied a little. Nevermind that he lied a lot. Nevermind the blood. All he felt as he held you was warmth, spreading through him like sunlight. He was glad he married that insufferable woman, because the whole thing allowed him to come into your life and take all your suffering away. He was so glad he lied through his teeth and told her he loved her every day. He'd do it all again. Just to lay with you like this, tangled together under the sheets.

His eyes fell closed, his nose buried in your hair. He could smell the faint strawberry scent of your shampoo, could feel you shiver a little, like a bad dream came to haunt you. He pulled you in closer, breathing you in, stroking your hair to comfort you.

Whether it was burying a body, or fighting your nightmares away, he was always ready, always there. Nothing new, nothing complicated. Just a father's job.

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1/100 sets of seokjin ♡

right place, wrong person.

Damn

— game over ღ

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: exes to lovers

warnings: yandere, mentions of blood and murder, kidnapping, restraints, corruption, manipulation, obsession, angst, implied imprisonment, dub con, praise, degradation, dirty talk, hints of fear kink, spanking (like once), rough sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms

The floor creaked quietly under a pair of heavy boots. You kept your eyes on them as he moved towards you, too stubborn to look up, and too frightened not to tremble.

"Oh, sweetheart," Yoongi cooed, crouching down in front of the bed. "I'm so sorry it took so long. Can't have the cops tracing my steps, can I?"

His fingers felt cool as he grasped your chin, and yet they did nothing to soothe the heat blooming through you. He smelled like snow, his cheeks rosy from the unforgiving bite of winter air.

Tilting your head, he kissed your taped mouth with utmost tenderness, like he wanted to leave a love note on the silver.

"Cold?" He murmured, noting the chills that erupted down your arms, his fingertip tracing their journey to your elbow.

In the golden glow of candlelight, with nothing but the pearly tape adorning your body, somehow, you weren't cold. Only uncomfortable, left sitting in the same position for what seemed like hours — knees bound to your chest, wrists tied together — though that was certainly the least of your problems.

"I'll untape your mouth now. Don't scream."

You shut your eyes as he reached upwards. A quick rip followed, the sting making you wince.

"Sorry," Yoongi soothed, stroking your hair, "Sorry, baby."

You didn't scream. It was pointless. He drove a long time to get here, civilization outside the tinted windows dwindling mile after mile. You had no doubt there was nowhere you could go, no one to hear your pleads for help. You'd sooner freeze to death trudging your way through the snow.

The arrogant smile playing on Yoongi's lips was infuriating. He looked like he could devour you, a cat that has finally caught its mouse.

"Good girl," he praised lowly, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

Your stomach flipped.

"Let me go."

It came out as a whisper.

His eyebrows raised, head cocking to the side. Probably not the smartest thing to come out of your mouth, but what else were you supposed to do? Accept your fate as his little pet?

Yoongi released the soft strand, as if he got burned.

"I've been locked up for half a year... And this is how my girl greets me?"

His girl.

Why was he doing this to you? You barely dated for a few months before he chopped up two men who have been bold enough to bother you. Parts of their bodies were still in the process of being found all over the south of Seoul.

Were you going to end up the same?

You swallowed the knot in your throat, willing your heart to stop pounding. No words came, your thoughts too frantic to make sense of.

Yoongi clicked his tongue.

"The usual bratty attitude I can handle. But silent treatment? I can't fucking stand it. Your stupid little friends had enough time to convince you I wasn't good for you, huh?"

"You did that yourself!" you suddenly shouted, eyes brimming with tears. They spilled over, dripping down your collarbone. "You killed people, kidnapped me like some fucking lunatic!"

Yoongi stared at you as you sniffled. Once the dam broke, the fear broke loose too, pouring all over your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Panic started setting in. You had no idea if your outburst was going to be punished, even though in the short time that you knew Yoongi, he had never caused you any harm.

If you ever knew him at all.

He narrowed his eyes. You hated the vulnerable position he forced you into, hated how his gaze felt like a phantom touch.

"I didn't kill any people. I got rid of trash, and I did it all for you. To protect you."

He buried his face in his hands, hiding the shine of his own tears.

"Fuck. Are you actually scared of me right now? I would never hurt you."

What did it matter? Nothing about this love was healthy, and you longed to rip your heart out of your lungs to numb the feeling. You couldn't do this; couldn't let him taint your morals, or at least, couldn't let him see that he started.

All you had to do was convince him, and then yourself.

It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter.

"I hate you," you whispered.

Yoongi froze for a moment, then looked back up at you slowly. You stared right back into his eyes through your wet lashes, no longer disturbed by their dark depths. A flash of uncertainty passed through his expression, promptly replaced by a cryptic calmness.

He hummed, shrugging his jacket off.

"Let's play a game, then."

Your stomach jumped when he placed his palm on your shoulder, slowly turning you away from him.

His lips inched towards your ear, hot breath brushing over its shell.

"I don't believe you, not for a fucking second. But I'll entertain you."

You stared at the shelf in front of you, the melted candle wax and golden jewelry laid out beside red roses. The bouquet looked small and miserable after you threw it at him.

You felt just about the same; small. Helpless as he hovered behind you, his intentions unclear, your fate even more so. Your pulse quickened as seconds ticked by.

A loud gasp escaped you as he pushed you forward. Your head spun from the suddenness of the action, cheeks instantly burning and knees trembling.

You fell face first into the silk sheets, ass up, like a little doll for him to use. He had to hold on to your hip so you didn't tumble. You've never felt so powerless before, so stripped of your dignity, or so hot when you heard him unbuckle his belt.

The adrenaline rush intensified your emotions, made your throat close up. Only a whimper passed through your panicked breathing.

"Look at that," Yoongi murmured. "You're dripping already."

You flinched as you felt his finger run down your folds, clenching needily. Everything was happening too fast—

"I missed you too."

No preparation, no warning; one moment you were empty, and the next you were full.

He groaned, leaning over you, dropping his forehead onto your back, and his hand in between your thighs.

The stretch hurt. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, hard and thick as you pulsed around it.

No mercy, no patience; he started fucking into you, choked groans and wet smacks filling up the room. His fingers quickly parted your slick folds, rubbing into the little nub between them to ease the pain.

It worked — it bloomed into a searing pleasure that made your tummy and your vocal cords quiver, soft, helpless whines fleeing your lips.

"Fuck," he cursed, his voice broken, "fuck, you were made for me."

You shivered, finding yourself unable to fight against the restraints he put on you. Nevermind the tape; it was your soul that was truly imprisoned, and that made everything ten times worse.

His lips touched your ear again.

"If you don't come," he whispered, panting softly, "I'll let you go. But if you do, you will stay with me forever, do you get that, baby?"

Was this the game?

Fear clutched your heart in its iron fist, mingled with your most private, forbidden desires and desperate needs, made your eyes and your pussy wetter.

He reveled in it all.

"Go on," he taunted, "show me how much you hate me."

You did hate him.

Because nothing else made you feel like this, no matter what your friends said, no matter what seemed right or wrong. The blood on his hands dripped like an offering, all for you, a threat and a promise that predators loved, too, that they'd kill to protect their own. There was no life for him without you.

You urged yourself to hold on, to not give into your weaknesses. But it was hard when you were already tightening around him, on the brink of delirium and craving more.

"Yeah, there she is," Yoongi breathed. "My dirty little slut. My good fucking girl."

You cried out, your entire body tensing up. His cock throbbed inside you, rutting into you faster.

"Almost there? Are you gonna gonna let me keep you, baby? Chain you the fuck up like a good bitch?"

He was so close, playing dirty just to tip you over the edge, just to prove that you belonged to him. Hands curling into fists, you made an effort to focus, whining out a "no" that sounded pathetic even to your own ears.

"Yeah," Yoongi moaned. "Filthy fucking liar."

His fingers dug deeper into your hips, the hard grip marking your skin, planting the memory of this moment beneath it. Bruises would blossom tomorrow, and he wished he could see them all over you, a violet garden that grew from his love. Yet all he could do was slam into you faster, abuse that little spot inside you that his cock reached with way too much ease.

"Stop fighting it," he grunted, landing a sudden slap on your ass. "You're mine."

The harsh sting, the cursed words, the heat — it was all too much. The tension stirred and coiled in your abdomen, making black dots dance around your vision. Your cunt squeezed his cock desperately, barely allowing him to continue fucking you.

As if you were under water, everything became blurred, and soaked, with tears, with sweat and the orgasm rushing through you, encouraged by his filthy groans. So wet you didn't even realize he was coming too, until he stilled entirely, spilling inside you as you limped.

You listened to his breathing slow, your body thrumming, head pulsing with blissful nothingness. Too high and too weak to do anything but breathe with him.

A kiss was pressed into your spine.

"Mm... Should I give you one more chance?"

At that, you seemed to come back to your senses, breath hitching and eyes open wide.

Yoongi smirked, running his fingers along the tape softly.

"Let me grab a knife, pretty. I'll get you nice and comfy."

You almost flinched when he leaned over you again, his cock jerking and hardening in your sensitive hole.

"You did so well," he whispered into your ear. "Such a good, little bitch. I'm so in love with you."

A weak shudder went through you, ending with an ache right in between your legs.

Yoongi nuzzled your neck.

"Yeah, there you go. Don't you worry. We have all night to play."

Was it fair to play games one was destined to lose? Probably not, but unfortunately for you, that made it all more exciting to Yoongi. He wanted you to see yourself fail over and over, realize there was no running from your love.

It seemed you were about to.

He slipped out of you gently, biting his lip and watching his cum dribble out of you. His hand slid down to your ass, giving it a few, tender pats.

"Sit tight, sweetheart."

With that, he left you on his bed, again, ruined and aching and beyond lost. You heard him rummage through his drawers somewhere in the cabin, heard your heart beating in your own skull.

For some reason, you had a feeling this was just the beginning of a whole eternity. Hit play. Lose. Repeat. Try another level. Until your bones turned to dust and you were wrapped up in each other six feet under the ground. There was a sadistic side to Yoongi that seemed to enjoy the process, the struggle, the conquering of your mind.

Not surprising in the slightest; all dangerous creatures liked to play with their prey. Even more so when they loved it... And Yoongi would never stop loving you.

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Can you make more of these. Stepdad taehyung where he fuvks stepdaughter anytime anywhere even infront of her wife who doesn't care about anything else but his money

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“Such a good girl.” Your stepfather murmured, watching as you sucked on his thumb. “So obedient and submissive.”

You blushed at his praise and watched as he slid his thumb out of your mouth and moved it to your cheek, caressing the soft skin there. His eyes were intense, as he leaned in, his mouth just inches away from yours. He whispered again.

"I want to make you mine, Y/N." He breathed.

You shivered in anticipation as you felt his hot breath against your lips, then his mouth pressed against yours. The kiss was slow, but still intense, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as you opened it for him. You felt his hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, as he held you close, kissing you deeply.

He broke the kiss, and you stared up at him, watching him intently.

“Are you wet?” He asked.

“Yes daddy.” You whispered.

He groaned softly as his fingers found your pussy, running them over your panties.

"Oh yes, so wet." He groaned as he fingered you.

You gasped as he pushed them aside and thrust a finger inside your wet folds, thrusting it in and out as he pressed his thumb against your clit.

Your mother was folding the laundry as she heard her husband and daughter making out. She'd stopped at one point, watching them. She knew her husband had a thing for you, he always did, but she wasn't aware how far he would go with you. Not that she particularly cares.

Taehyung stopped and crawled on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him as his body pressed against yours. You let out a shaky breath as he entered you slowly, sliding in until he was fully inside you. You whimpered and clutched him as he began to thrust inside you. He gripped your wrists as he moved inside you, his thrusts growing harder and deeper. You moaned, tossing your head back, feeling pleasure run through you. He groaned, staring at your breasts as he fucked you, then he bent down, licking your nipples and sucking on them.

"Daddy, please." You moaned as he sucked.

He continued to suck on your breasts as his thrusts grew more intense and rough.

"You like this don't you baby?" He purred, licking your nipple gently as he fucked you. "My big cock fucking you so good. Shit, you feel amazing. So wet and tight."

You didn’t answer him, only moaning underneath him.

"You're so beautiful." He groaned, kissing your cheek and then your neck as he continued to thrust inside you.

He pressed your wrists against the pillow as he moved faster, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher.

Your mother took the stack of clothes and put it in the closet, ignoring the sounds of sex filling the room. She watched you as you were pressed into the mattress, your moans growing louder and louder. She could see the look on your face, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. She watched your stepfather, his cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy as he pressed your wrists into the pillow. She knew you were horny, she could tell, you were moaning so much.

“I’m gonna cum…” You whimpered, feeling yourself growing wetter and hotter.

He moved faster, his hips slamming against yours as his cock moved inside you. You closed your eyes as you felt your body tense up.

“Yeah? Then cum, then I’ll fill you up, you’d love that, won’t you?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but only a strangled moan escaped your lips as you felt the first wave of pleasure wash over you.

You cried out as you felt him thrusting faster and harder, his cock moving deeper inside you. Your mother could hear your screams, your cries of ecstasy, and you could hear your stepfather grunting as he thrust into you. You were trembling all over as you climaxed, and you felt him fill you with his seed, his cock jerking inside you. He stayed inside you as he slowed down, his breathing growing heavy. He gave you a few more gentle thrusts, then pulled out of you.

“Good girl.”

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none of this is sexualizing pregnant women

୨୧ pairing: jungkook x pregnant!reader

୨୧ warnings: p&v, language, pet names, soft!jk, hormonal issues, mention of giving birth, not proofread

You've been super horny lately. You haven't had sex with Jungkook since you hit your five month streak. You've been wanting to protect the baby the best you could, though you've been told sex is the best way to let off steam.

"Jungkook?" You enter the bedroom, feeling a bit embarrassed to what you are about to ask.

Jungkook looks up from his laptop, "hm?"

"Can we talk for a minute?" You ask. Jungkook nods and gets out of his chair, walking over to you.

You've never been pregnant before. So you and him always have pregnancy scares; needing to call the doctors every once and a while to get your stressed questions answered.

Jungkook had been super supportive towards you, even spoiling you. He never body shamed you once nor did he go after you for eating what you wanted.

He held your hand gently and pulled you over to sit on the edge of the bed. He sat next to you and waited for you to talk.

"So, you know I'm almost on my final week..." You bagan.

"Yeah, what's the matter sweetie?" He stroked your back gently. "Are you getting any severe contractions?"

You nod, "I am starting to get worse contractions. But, I wanted to talk about my hormones."

"Oh, go ahead." Jungkook looked at you lovingly yet seriously.

You sigh, going red. You were about to admit you were feeling things that probably couldn't be delt with.

"I'm very horny." You admit. He immediately goes red, unsure on what to do.

He looks at you with a small containing smile, "You need help?"

You nod, getting shy. You knew he'd take care of you in every way possible. You just didn't think like this.

"I don't want you to look at me any different." You see him stand, feeling a little bit off about the idea.

He kneeled and put his hand on your belly, "Your body is beautiful my love. You're holding my child. You need to know, if anything. It's beautiful. Okay?"

"Okay." You mutter, going red.

He stands as he smiles at you sweetly. He slowly took off his shirt just to tease you. You bit your lip and shook your head.

"Baby stop." You giggle.

He took off your dress, slowly lining it off your body before laying you down and kissing you gently. "You know I love to tease you."

"Mmh-" you whine a little when his hand went between your legs, teasing your swollen clit. "Oh, God."

"That's it." He kissed your neck and smiled, "what do you need me to do?"

"I want you to...fuck me." You say quietly, going red.

He chuckled, "I got you pregnant and you're still shy to ask for something during sex. Cute."

He pumped his cock a few times before positioning himself where he could access you without hurting you or the baby.

He pushed his length into you slow making you whine with pleasure, kissing each other messily as he started to thrust slow.

"Mh, fuck Jungkook." You gasped a little as waves of pleasure run throughout your body. For the first time in months, you were able to feel him again.

"Fuck, so damn beautiful." He praises you as he fucks you slow, trying not to induce your labor. He comforted you each time he went a little faster.

"That's my good girl." He kissed your lips and groaned at his cock, feeling it twitch.

You moan and whimper, "Mm, feel so good."

"Yeah?" He teased. "Gonna cum baby?"

You nod desperately as you let out breathable moans of pleasure. You felt pressure build up in your lower abdomen, signaling you were close.

"Fuck. Please-" you whine, looking at him. He smirks and continues to fuck you, going a little deeper than before. "MH!"

You came, finally. You feel your body relax and your hormones are finally calm. You came around his cock as he let his load into you, moaning sweetly as he did.

"Better my love?" He breathe heavily. You nodded and he went in for a kiss, "good. Now you can finally rest."

He planted a few more kisses on your forehead before helping younger cleaned up.

"Jungkook?"

"What is it darling?" Jungkook looked at you as he helped you onto bed.

You sigh, "what if I can't do it?"

"Cant do what baby?" He seemed concerned as he took your hand in his.

"Give birth..." you feel a dose of anxiety hit you making you tear up. "I just think it'll be painful."

"I know my love. There is no denying that. But I'll be with you the whole time. I won't leave your side. You're a strong girl." He kissed your forehead as he brought you close to him.

You sniffle, "It's just a little nerve racking."

"I know. You have a total right to feel that way. But remember, I won't leave you. I love you and the baby too much."

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The best fcking one shot ever 🫦🫦🫦🧎🏽‍♀️

Gym | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Businesswoman!reader, fratboy!jungkook. Older reader. Age difference. 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, foreplay. Balcony sex, cream pie, cum eating, dirty talk, unprotected sex. slight fluff if you squint. 

Words: 8.5k

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

A/N: another shitty not-proofread smut coming right up lmao. this was supposed to be released near kook’s bday :/ but i got distracted and only wrote half. So just added smut and here ya go. not very good. I’ll read over it tomorrow. let me know what you think! i wrote this in an hour pls 4give wubfwbf.

(he really built like that huh?)

“Right, three more reps to go. Lift that perky ass of yours Y/N, a bit more – that’s it. Atta girl. Hold it.”

You wish Seulgi would shut the fuck up. Also not shut the fuck up because your personal trainer – and best friend - could work you out so much better than when you did it all on your own. The adjectives she used to describe your firming body parts though, were exceeding by the day as she saw the progress you had made because of her recommended workouts. And she wore it like a badge of honour every time you asked her to tone down her hooting and yelling when a certain position highlighted your toned bottom or thighs. It always brought more attention to your corner whenever she got particularly boisterous. Especially from the male patrons who littered the gym either flexing or pretending to lift more than they actually can whenever Seulgi was on a shift with another female client.

“Tuck your tummy in Y/N, c’mon!” You tighten your abdominal muscles and lift up your body as much as you can, a groan leaving your lips at the building burn you felt deep in your core muscles. In your absentmindedness you’d apparently been slackening your posture in the current plank you were doing.

“I’m trying,” You groaned once again through your teeth at the effort it took you to keep your body completely flat as a table top and hovering above the ground. It was getting easier to do planks because you were a regular gym goer and your stamina was in a far better shape than you had ever imagined before.

“Keep taking deep breaths to fuel you up. You don’t want to look like a blown up gold fish when lover boy is looking at you now, do you?”

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