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untitled // jjk

pairing: jungkook/reader

word count: roughly 10.2k

categories: smut, sub!jungkook, edging, spanking, pegging, overstimulation

You trail your fingers down Jungkook’s left arm, fingers curling around his wrist when you near his hand and you hear him exhale impatiently.

“Kook,” you say quietly.

You lift your eyes to examine his face, to gauge his reaction, his acknowledgment of your voice.

His big eyes flicker up to meet yours and he pouts. “What?”

Before you can speak, lips parting already, Jungkook cuts you off again. “If you’re going to ask again if I’m sure… I am. I already told you. I keep telling you. Why are you so nervous?” he frowns. “It’s not something totally new… Just different.”

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Boots. (M) | JJK

This is a companion piece to FREAK-QUENCY, but can be read as a standalone. 

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader

{Genre} Smut/fluff, Sub!JK, Rockstar!JK AU, PWP

{Rating} E 21+ (it’s filthy)

{Word Count} 3.3K

{Warnings} swearing, kissing, fellatio, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mild cum play, SERIOUS BOOT KINK. SubJK :)

A/N: hi i’m obsessed with the boots, it’s fine. don’t expect anything extraordinary, it’s genuinely just a mess of gross smut because of reasons.

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Dumbo | Jungkook (M)

→ summary: you know what they say about boys with big noses…

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

→ genre: humor/crack, smut → warnings: they talk about dicks a lot (i.e. jungkook has a big dick), DICK MEASURING CONTESTS (aka jk gets his dick appraised… just boys bein’ boys), explicit sexual content, semi-public exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, sub!jungkook, whining, light dirty talk, mild pain play, mutual masturbation, jungkook has piercings, accidental edging (you’ll… understand), oc doesn’t have a gag reflex lol → words: 17.2K → a/n: @jincherie… you are my enabler and i will die on this hill only if you die on it with me. but of course i know you will die with me. because we only have one braincell and if either of us die, we both do. thank you for commissioning me to write this btw… even though i was already writing this so you just basically sent me money for free. ANYWAY… WORLD IS FUCK BUT I LOVE RHA!! ALSO JUNGKOOK HAS A BIG DICK!! EPIC!!

The club lights make it difficult for Jungkook to see anything. He doesn’t understand why club owners can’t just jack up the lighting for once; it isn’t like you’re going to be able to find a hook-up through echolocation or something. Though, judging by the way people seem to be groping their way through the masses, perhaps there really is no need for illumination anyway.

Jungkook normally hates this kind of scene. Drinking is all good and fun, especially when he’s with his hyungs, but going to overly crowded places makes his skin crawl with anxiety. It takes almost three shots during pre-game for him to get anywhere near this kind of place and it’s all thanks to Seokjin. That hyung thrives in these kinds of environments, like a clipped butterfly relearning how to fly.

“I’m gonna get shit fucked wasted!” Seokjin hollers, his arm looped carelessly around the only other person who hates being here as much as Jungkook does. He watches passively as Yoongi tries to bite a chunk off of Seokjin’s hand, but despite his inebriation, their eldest hyung is able to dodge it quickly.

“Not before I kill you, then everyone else in this place, and then myself, first.” Yoongi growls, nudging Seokjin off his smaller frame. If the world hadn’t been swaying underneath Jungkook’s feet, he might have offered to help his small hyung do the deed. If there’s anyone who hates nightclubs more than Jungkook, it’s Yoongi. Jungkook is frightened to know how Seokjin managed to convince Yoongi in the first place, and he’d prefer not to find out what sort of terrible blackmail the elder must have under his sleeve to accomplish such an arduous feat.

Just as Yoongi is about to connect his steel-toed boot up Seokjin’s freshly bleached asshole, Jimin returns from the bar with three glasses held precariously in each of his fists. Jungkook wonders yet again how this is possible due to the sheer tininess of Jimin’s hands, but then again… What can’t Jimin do when it comes to alcohol?

“I’m back! Here you go, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, seamlessly handing Jungkook a glass of what he hopes is just a regular beer like he asked. Knowing Jimin, he probably ordered the strongest shit they have. He peers at it suspiciously, but it only takes half a sip for Jungkook to confirm his guess. He grimaces, nearly coughing out a lung at the strength of the poison running down his throat.

“That tasted like fucking metal polish! What the fuck, Jimin?”

“I know! It’s great isn’t it?” Jimin smiles angelically, handing Yoongi one of the drinks. Yoongi looks at the swirling piss-yellow liquid as if it holds the secrets to the universe. It appears as if he’s decided something when his eyes light up.

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Secret Slut (1)

Office!AU | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | (ft. Jimin)

genre: smut

rating: explicit

description: Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.

word count: 7.7k

warnings: Sub!Jungkook, cussing, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, alcohol, use of a vibrator, masturbation, degrading names, dirty talk, handjob, Jikook being idiots and Jungkook paying the price for it. :)

a/n: I was supposed to finish this when it was Christmas time but… oops… better late than never! If you don’t know what Secret Santa is, it’s a traditional Christmas game where a group of people draw random people’s names and have to buy gifts for their assigned person as their “Secret Santa”. The gifts would be anonymous, hence the secret part. This will have a part 2, don’t worry! Anyway, happy reading and I hope you will take the time to give me a like/reblog/feedback if you wanna! Thank you~.

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Little Wolf, Pretty Wolf, Your Wolf

; Omega!Jungkook x Alpha!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

; Word Count: 22.3k

; Warnings: Stereotyping, blowjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting, sub!Jungkook, dom!reader, impregnation kink

; Synopsis: An Alpha wolf is supposed to be strong, powerful and bold. A commandeering presence that can rule a pack efficiently. An Omega is supposed to be submissive, quiet and meek. A calming influence and a lucky charm for a pack. But you’re not like a normal Alpha wolf. Just like Jungkook is not a normal Omega wolf.

; A/N: I’m very unsure over this story. We’ve been having troubles but I finally got it finished and out! It’s half proof read…I hope you enjoy. If you do, please reblog and leave me comments, feedback or reviews! Or send in an ask, I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions :)

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“Now, what you need to remember is that the Ancient Greek’s weren’t one nation like how we think of them today. They were a collection of city states which were called polis back then. In their times, this was considered a nation on it’s own like the Vatican City or Singapore is today. You might realise that polis is actually still used today in words such as metropolis, which basically means ‘mother city’ as it comes from the Greek word for mother, necropolis which translates to city of the dead basically and so forth.

“The notion of ‘nation’ as we understand it is actually a relatively new concept that has only emerged in the last few centuries so trying to discuss things like a ‘nation’ or a ‘nationality’ is hard. Particularly when we’re talking about ancient civilisations.” You carry on talking, hands gesturing to the interactive whiteboard behind you that currently shows a map of Ancient Greece.

Your students are watching intently, some nodding slightly while a few of them jot down notes in their exercise books or read from their textbook. History was one of those topics that many people found boring but it had always inspired a fire inside you. The desire to learn from the past and incorporate it into the future was strong. Over the course of your own education, you’d also felt it was important to teach and mould the minds of the young with the lessons of the past.

It was why you’d gone into the teaching career, despite the concerns of your parents and everyone around you. Alpha’s like you simply didn’t go into teaching, the aura of power and dominance around them normally too strong for youngsters to cope with.

But you’ve always been a little different to the other Alpha’s you’d known throughout your life. Your wolf was always present and willing to protect when necessary but mostly she was content to lay back and watch the world. While most Alpha wolves were tall and extremely well muscled, a genetic quirk that gave them a visual representation of strength along with the metaphysical one that all wolves could understand, you were of average height and just looked in shape.

Your scent was sweet and pleasant to be around, according to your friends growing up you smelled like the tastiest candy with the slightest hint of rose. That on it’s own was unusual because Alpha’s were supposed to smell like…well an Alpha, power with that hint of earth that reminded everyone of the forest. Instead, you just smelled like a candy shop.

While great for the Delta’s, the general population that made up most packs, or Omega’s, the rarest and most treasured of all wolves, it wasn’t really great for an Alpha. You were the equivalent of a teddy bear instead of a grizzly, which didn’t really mix well with people’s expectations.

On the plus side though, it meant that you were excellent at getting through to people because they listened to you first and only if you needed to would you show the aggressive and dominant side of yourself. You may not look or smell like an Alpha, but you were still an Alpha and you liked to make sure some people remembered that.

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Seesaw (M)

Pairing – Blind! Jeongguk x Caretaker! Reader

Genre – Romance, Smut, Fluff, Home Care AU, House Helper AU, Established Relationship AU

Summary – [Jeongguk wants to show you something and you show him how much you appreciate him in return.]

Warnings – sub! jeongguk, soft dom! reader, oral male receiving, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, edging, grinding, penetrative unprotected sex, oc is on the pill, mention of face fucking, praise kink, oral fem receiving, they use pet names a whole lot, dirty talk, innocence kink, sexual tension, teasing, body worship, positive body image, switch! jeongguk for like two seconds, hand tattoo kink, sensitivity kink, guk is a soft lil needy bean who wants to explore and oc just wants to worship the shit out of him, sensual but very soft sex, voice kink, detailed description of sexual acts, porn with some plot

Word Count – (7,4k)

Author note. This piece contains mostly smut (I had this dream one day don’t judge me) the other half is just fluffy fluff so I have no idea why it’s this fricking long lol but enjoy it nonetheless. There was a time when I was struggling to write 4k and now I have to stop myself.

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The art room is his favourite place inside the house and you often find him coped up in there covered in paint after you’re finished with your duties.

You cut the freshly bloomed roses every day and retrieve them from the garden to decorate his dining table and fill the vase in the middle, you pick the pretty ones even though Jeongguk can’t admire their beauty after he completely lost his eyesight four years ago.

He was diagnosed late with Glaucoma and by the time Jeongguk decided to go to the hospital to get his constant pain around his eyes checked his optic nerve was damaged to the point that soon it led to his loss of vision.

He wanted to please his parents so he applied to Seoul National University to study international business. Spent most of his time studying in the library and attending classes but because he didn’t acknowledge his pain on time so he wouldn’t miss school, he dismissed the signs that led him to live the rest of his life completely blind.

He couldn’t finish school, his parents bought him an enormous house to live in but he had a hard time coping with how things turned out in the end. See the blackness instead of the colourful world was hard to get used to.

It takes two entire years for him to accept it, some would say it’s rather soon to get over such a fate but he didn’t want to live his remaining life dwelling on the ’what ifs’ so he decided to live his life to the fullest. Picked up his hobby where he left off and started painting again.

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Freak-quency (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader

{Genre} Smut/fluff, Sub!JK, Rockstar!JK AU, PWP

{Rating} M (it’s filthy)

{Word Count} 8.5K

{Warnings} swearing, spitting, kissing, mutually enjoyable degredation, JK is a BRAT, flashing, mild pain kink, fingering, cunnilingus, panty sniffing, face riding, groping, gratuitous nipple play, cock strap, SUB!JK, soft dom!reader, edging, cum play, begging, crying, whining, sweaty needy loveliest boy ever, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

A/N: hi i needed to cleanse my palate after all those long ass fics i just wrote, have this little morsel of debauchery. i love you. 

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First time reading fics of @hannieehaee . I've read this and some other fics (i will reblog those soon as well) and I am sooo glad I found her blog. This writer's style is right up my alley in so many ways. 10/10 recommend

ENDLESSLY

18+ / mdi

summary: despite not having a large audience, jungkook's camboy career prevailed with the hopes that someday he'd make enough money to finally leave his dead-end job. what happens when one of his admirers offers to make that dream come true?

content: camboy!jungkook x trustfundbaby!reader, jungkook is shy, jungkook is a faceless camboy with a very small audience, reader is younger than jk, kind of pathetic!jungkook, reader is rich and very confident, slowburn (kind of), afab reader, smut, camming, masturbation (m receiving), oral (f receiving), dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 12.7k

a/n: this really was just a spur of the moment fic that came to mind on a random thursday lol i hope u guys enjoy it!!

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"Well, that's it for today guys, thanks for watching."

With an awkward chuckle, Jungkook reached out to his computer screen and shut the laptop closed, groaning just as he stopped being out of earshot.

233 viewers.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to give Jungkook the hope that maybe someday he'd be able to find pride in the number. Maybe his streams would blow up in views overnight one of these days – the hope prevailed. It had been a month since he hit the 200's, now garnering an average of 250 viewers per stream.

It was quite embarrassing to him sometimes. There were instances in which he'd finish a stream and regain full consciousness of his actions, becoming embarrassed at the knowledge of strangers watching him cum — of them hearing his voice and his whimpers as he played it up for their entertainment — and of him not even being able to make a living out of it.

He had to stay creative, sometimes finding scripts online that he'd read out to his viewers while he jerked off, playing the role of a subby coworker or a dominant childhood friend in order to keep his audience engaged (and maybe incite one or two to send money his way). Other times, he'd simply ramble about his life (but never get too specific) whilst he let himself lose control on camera.

Jungkook never once showed his face, only ever giving people glimpses at the tattoos decorating his arm and of his cock as it stood against his abs. The most he'd ever shown had been a small view of his lips before the camera's frame cut off.

He liked it this way.

In reality, he was too shy to ever be outspoken about doing such a thing, which was why no one in his life knew about it. He didn't judge anyone who enjoyed camming, but he was simply too self-conscious to do such a thing. Despite being aware of how handsome people thought him to be, he had never been too forward when it came to sex, much less this.

This had all started a little over a year ago, when he'd come across a few cammers on Twitter late into the night. Going on their accounts out of sheer curiosity, he realized that they each had a large following, not only on Twitter, but also on camming websites. Some of them even had their Patreons and PayPal accounts linked to their accounts, amassing even more revenue from these third party websites on top of their income from the camming sites. This was what mainly caught his attention.

Part of him felt bad about being on it solely for the money, but he was beyond desperate. And so he held the false hope that he'd somehow have the same luck as them and create an income out of this.

As someone who had only recently graduated university, having found no luck in his field, Jungkook had to resort to applying to jobs he felt were below his level of expertise. Having no connections in his field and no call-backs from employers, he found himself working a part time at a gas station accompanied by a part time at a grocery store. Both jobs were miserable to him.

The jobs themselves were not horrible, but attempting to manage both schedules and both sets of responsibilities was slowly weighing down on him. His coworkers were also not the best to be around. And did he mention the commute to each establishment? That part ate up at his days drastically, leaving him with almost no time for rest.

Jungkook knew that he should've given up on camming a long time ago. Hell, he'd made a grand total of $876 dollars in the past year he'd been at it. That would be a laughable amount to all the cammers that had inspired him into taking such a profession. But he didn't have any other prospects. Even as he worked his two jobs and cammed, he continued to search for more fulfilling (and better paying) employment, but was unable to ever even get any callbacks.

And so now he found himself doing about three streams per week, getting more and more discouraged each time he'd end a stream with the same low number of viewers.

With yet another sigh, Jungkook got up to go clean himself up, lethargic in his movements due to both the physical and mental exhaustion of having worked all day, only to come back home for a lowly appreciated stream.

Coming back from a much needed hot shower, he did his usual skin care before heading back to bed, where he had been recording just now. For a moment he pondered whether he should go to sleep now in order to get ready for work early next morning or to indulge in watching some anime as a reward for the tiring day.

Going for the latter, he opened his computer back up, sighing again when he remembered he hadn't closed the tab in which he'd been camming.

But before he could actually tap out of it, something caught his attention, making his eyes widen more than he thought possible.

burner98 donated $1,000

This must've been some sort of mistake. Right? Maybe they mistyped? No one in their right mind would donate such an amount to a faceless cammer ranking up to less than a thousand weekly views.

All his prior donations had been in the lower numbers, usually only ever amounting up to $20. Never had he ever gotten someone to donate anything in the triple digits, much less going into the quadruples.

The name of the donor also caught his attention. Babystarcandy. It was a frequent watcher who had been in attendance to every single stream of his starting a few months back — which was when they'd first made an appearance in his audience.

He had never noticed this viewer in particular, though they were one of the only people to ever grant him donations. They'd usually donate whilst he was off stream, which he found slightly strange but never questioned. Checking through his donation history, he saw this name listed three times prior, with donations of $5, $15 and $20 respectively. They'd happened throughout the months, with no pattern in particular. It made no sense for them to donate such a high amount to Jungkook out of nowhere, especially not while he wasn't actively on stream.

With a heavy heart and half a mind to simply keep the money, he decided to message the donor to inform them of their mistake and follow through with a refund.

So much for his anime binge before bed.

babystarcandy - Hey, burner98. Thank you so much for the kind donation, but I think you made a mistake. I'll refund you.

He decided to go with something kind of formal. After all, he'd never spoken to this person before.

Surprisingly, the response came within minutes. Being three in the morning, he assumed you'd wait til the following day to reply, but maybe you were in a different time zone.

burner98 - omg hiii !! did i make a mistake ?? im sorry !! i meant to send 1k. did it not go through correctly ?

Had that not been an accident? One thousand dollars?

This made no sense. Why would you send him such a large amount out of nowhere? That was more than he'd made in the entire past year. Hell, that was half his rent.

Jungkook had no idea how to respond to you.

As much as he wanted to accept it, it felt like robbing you of a fortune.

babystarcandy - Gosh, hi! No, the thousand came through, it's just ... Are you sure this is correct? This is a lot of money ... I'd feel terrible taking so much from you

Once again, you responded almost immediately.

burner98 - haha ur so cute

burner98 donated $2,000

burner98 - is that better ? ;)

Holy fucking shit.

Jungkook's hands were shaking at this point. His eyes couldn't believe what was right in front of him.

Quickly, he took out his phone to check his baking app, checking to see if the deposits were legitimate. Upon opening it, he found that his balance had in fact gone up $3,000. This was far more money than he'd ever had in his bank account.

He stared blankly at it for a few moments without so much as breathing. A reminder to snap out of his trance arrived in the form of another chime coming from his computer — a new message from you.

burner98 - did i scare u off :((

burner98 - just wanna help u out :(((

Immediately, he rushed to respond, not even thinking before typing anymore.

babystarcandy - no! not at all! this is just so much money. i dont want you getting yourself into financial trouble for me

Within seconds, you responded.

burner98 - haha it's okay i can afford it dont worry <3

He furrowed his brows worriedly, typing up yet another message.

babystarcandy - i really dont mean to sound ungrateful, but why ? it's so much money ... this is life-altering type of money for me (as made up as that may sound) my content isn't even that good. why are you giving me this?

He knew he was shooting himself in the foot by questioning it so much and not simply accepting it, but he'd learned through his life that good things don't just come out of nowhere. He needed more details. At least for his peace of mind.

burner98 - i adoooore ur content. u've helped me so much u have noooo idea !!! u deserve it !! u mentioned in ur live a week ago u were struggling with money, so ofc id wanna help u out pretty <3

Fuck. You actually liked his content? His content was worth $3,000 to you?

Jungkook was almost sure he had accidentally fallen asleep before he even opened his computer. Pinching himself a few times proved for this to be actually real.

babystarcandy - thank you so much. you have no idea how much this means to me.

babystarcandy - there has to be some way i can repay you.

Was he propositioning himself to you?

Not even Jungkook was sure. He had no idea what he was offering to you, but it was the middle of the night and he was extremely grateful. He couldn't help himself as he typed up that message and sent it.

burner98 - oh ? what would u suggest ?

Oh, fuck. You were agreeing. Okay ... Now what? Jungkook had nothing to offer. He was an amateur cammer with nothing to his name. What could some random person on the internet with tons of disposable income possibly want from him?

babystarcandy - maybe i could give you a call to thank you ? you know, one on one ?

He mentally kicked himself as soon as he sent that message.

What the hell was he thinking, offering up a personal call to some random person online? This could be a friendless creep for all he knew. He had no identifying information about you, other than knowing you apparently had a vast disposable income. I mean, hell, your account name was burner98, you clearly did not want to leave any traceable information about you.

Before he could backtrack (not that he would actually have the balls to), the three dots on your side of the conversation popped up, followed by another message from you.

burner98 - really ??? :00 that'd be amazing omg ... are you free tomorrow ? i'll make it worth your while <3

Staring at the $3,000 sitting cozy on his bank account, he didn't even let himself think before agreeing, sending a quick message in confirmation. He had work tomorrow, but maybe calling off would be worth it considering you were hinting at even more money.

Jungkook felt dirty for some reason, despite knowing what camming truly entailed. However, he also knew that there was nothing morally wrong with what he was doing, so he pushed that shyness to the back of his mind and began drafting up some sort of goodbye message that encapsulated your plans to call tomorrow and a few more thank you's for your donations.

burner98 donated $5,000

burner98 - just a little thank u for ur kindness ;) see u tomorrow baby ~

Jungkook had to swallow the gasp that was about to leave his body. Five thousand dollars??

You'd managed to drop eight thousand dollars on him within an hour's time. This was four months of his rent. Jungkook had never had this much money lying in his bank account. Its mere presence was making him nervous.

Not only that, but the thought of talking to someone who had this much money to give without a second thought scared him shitless.

There was no way he'd sleep tonight.

In the end, Jungkook ended up sleeping a total of three hours. With his working schedule, it was common for him to catch about five hours of sleep every night, so this wasn't too out of the norm. Last night had been different, however, as he had simply been unable to sleep due to all the tossing and turning in anticipation for today.

As soon as he woke up, he checked his bank account again to make sure last night hadn't been some sort of twisted dream. Following that, he called up both of his jobs in order to call in sick. That granted him a total of two days without work (nor pay) due to the flu he had made up.

Now he sat in front of his laptop, fake sick and waiting for you to call him.

Last night, you'd agreed on calling him on Zoom at around 12PM in his timezone. Currently at 12:18PM, he sat anxiously waiting for your arrival. Sporting a simple tank top and some basketball shorts, he pondered whether he should take anything off in advance, not sure if you wanted him to give you a private show or not. You hadn't discussed the details of the call, but surely you'd want something of that nature, right? I mean, you only knew him through his streams after all.

His wait was not too prolonged, as he heard the familiar notification chime come from his computer only moments later. It was a zoom link sent by burner98.

You were here.

Angling his webcam so it'd only show below his chin on camera, he nervously clicked on the link and joined the call. It connected after just a few moments.

In front of him was a black screen with the name burner98 attached to it. You'd chosen to remain anonymous to him by keeping your camera off.

Then he heard a tiny gasp, your microphone icon lighting up along with it.

"Oh my god!! Hi!", you sounded very happy to see him, causing his skin to heat up. He wasn't used to getting any reactions on his streams, seeing as he couldn't hear his audience.

"H-hi," he stammered, awkwardly clearing his throat afterwards.

"I didn't think you'd show ... Wow, you look so pretty," you said absentmindedly, almost as if entranced by him despite only being able to see his torso.

He could hear the smile in your voice. You sounded young and girlish, completely different from what he'd expected.

Truthfully, he had either expected some virgin creep around his age or maybe a lonely middle aged woman in desperate need of some action. Yet your voice sounded appealing to him. He could almost picture what you looked like. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he pictured a pretty girl on the other side of the screen. Unless you were using some sort of voice distortion. You could never be too sure nowadays.

"Uh, yeah, of course I came. Thank you again for, uh, the money," he felt awkward as he said it, not sure of how to properly convey his gratitude, but knowing he'd done a terrible job at it just now.

Luckily for him, you merely giggled at his awkwardness.

"It's not a problem!! I'm happy to help. Sorry I didn't send anything before ... I wasn't sure how you'd take it," you trailed off, "Was it okay that I sent it? I swear it's no trouble for me, but I didn't mean to intimidate you or anything. I know that can be a lot of money," you added.

"It's totally fine, hah," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, accidentally lowering his body enough for you to see his chin and lips on screen, "I'm really thankful for it, truly. You have no idea how much this helps."

"Fuck, you're so pretty ..." you whispered to yourself before responding to his statement, "I'm happy to hear that! It's awkward to say this in person, but I really do love your content. You're so underrated."

You were very confident in the way you spoke, almost completely ignoring the context of this whole conversation. In the meantime, Jungkoook felt extremely awkward and nervous, unsure of where this was going.

"Thank you so much ..." he mumbled shyly, "Uh, do you want- What would you like me to do? You know, to, uh, express my gratitude?", he cringed at his wording, hearing an almost inaudible chuckle coming from you after.

"You don't have to strip for me or anything," you giggled after a short pause, "I really just wanted to talk to you," you added shyly. He could picture you putting your hair behind your ear, "Is that odd? Sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything," you added with another small laugh.

He could hear the smile in your voice at every statement. Your demeanor was just very contagious. It almost made him feel like this call was a reward of its own. It had been a while since someone spoke to him with such kindness, especially considering the grand favor you'd just done for him.

"Could I-," he started, "Could I see you? It feels a little strange being the only one with my camera on," he tried to play it off with a dry chuckle, but he knew the request was an odd one. He was the one who chose to put himself out there, not you.

"Maybe next time?", you suggested, "I'm just a little shy, sorry," for the first time, your tone matched his awkward one, making him grimace at even thinking about asking to see you in the first place.

"How old are you?", he asked before he could stop himself.

"You're very curious about me, huh?", you giggled, "I'm 23. How old are you?"

You were 23? And you already had this much money to give him without a second thought? Who were you?

"You're 23? That's- Wow, I expected older," he admitted, despite thinking your voice matched your age.

"Is it because of the money?", you asked.

"Yeah, hah, Sorry, just-"

"It's okay, baby, you can ask me whatever you want. If you're willing to answer some questions too," you added, not pushy, but more so encouraging, "You didn't answer my question, by the way."

"Oh, sorry ... I'm 24. Can I really ask questions?"

"Yeah, baby, go ahead," there was a big smile in your voice. He could tell you enjoyed when he engaged in conversation. And to be honest, he was enjoying it too.

"How come ... I mean, you're young and- and you sound like, like you're pretty. And you seem to be well off, so ... how come you're on here?", he hoped his question didn't come off as rude, or that he wasn't rushing things. He felt selfish in admitting it, but he hoped that this would not be the only time you ever donated to him.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty? But you've never seen me?", you teased.

"I mean, what I meant was-"

"It's okay, pretty. You don't have to explain," you giggled, "To answer your question ... I came across your stream on accident, and your voice was just so-", you cleared your throat, "so fucking pretty. The way you read the scripts or those times you'd just rant while you played with yourself ... Fuck. I never thought I could be so attracted to someone I'd never really met or even seen," you were getting carried away, but the shifting tone of your voice had Jungkook's interest peeked, "When you mentioned struggling financially in one of your streams, I just felt this need to take care of you ... Sorry, is that weird?", you chuckled awkwardly by the end, likely embarrassed by your ramble.

He shook his head, "N-no! I understand. I'm glad you enjoy the content. I didn't think it was good, since I don't get that many views," he lamented to himself, "Thank you for wanting to take care of me, I have been struggling lately. You're really saving my life," he exaggerated a bit, but it felt truthful at the time.

"I'll help you out even more in the future, baby. Don't worry," he could hear the pout in your voice, basically cooing at his lamentations.

"You really don't have to-", he raised his arms to convey his point, only to be interrupted by you.

"I want to! It's really no trouble for me. I have a lot more to give. Trust me," you insisted.

You stopped speaking for some seconds before humming to yourself, seemingly thinking to yourself. When you spoke up again was when the atmosphere shifted for Jungkook.

"How about we make a deal?"

It sounded ominous as you said it. Jungkook couldn't lie when he said that the question made his heart drop. You didn't seem weird or threatening thus far, but he really did not want to enter a situation in which he gave you some sort of sexual favor in exchange for money. Camming already made him shy enough. He didn't think he had it in him to do more explicit things.

"I- I don't-"

"I'll send you an allowance if you keep streaming regularly," you started, "and I'll double it if you call me again. Just to talk," you suggested, giving him some room in order to respond.

"You want me to c-call you?", he parroted.

"I've really enjoyed talking to you, and I'd love to do it again," you admitted, "Please let me take care of you."

His blood stopped pumping for a moment.

The offer sounded far too good for him to refuse. Money for him to keep doing what he was already doing? And even more just to talk to you? This sounded like one of those sugar daddy situations he'd hear about on Twitter, but without the explicit bits.

Jungkook pondered over it for a few silent moments, humming to himself when he found the answer he wanted to give. He didn't have anything to lose after all.

"Okay. I'll do it," he decided, gulping nervously immediately after agreeing.

"Really?", you sounded elated as you asked, "You want to keep talking? I didn't scare you off?"

"Of course not. It's not everyday you get such a deal, you know," he shamelessly allowed himself to admit, "And you're nice to talk to."

He wasn't sure whether he was buttering you up or if he actually meant it. He'd need a few more conversations to decide.

"Great! Oh, baby, I'm so glad!," you clapped your hands excitedly, cheery in your demeanor.

"You can, uh, call me JK if you want," he added, noticing how you kept going back and forth between pet names. It just felt a bit awkward to him at the moment.

"Okay, JK. Tell me, how's your day been?"

Settling comfortably, he continued the conversation, nerves easing after a while as he attempted to match your energy. Although he still had his alerts high, he felt more at ease as the conversation evolved, with your demeanor becoming contagious to him.

You only spoke for a few hours. At some point Jungkook became so absorbed in it, he didn't realize how easy it was for him to talk to you about his goals, his time as a cammer, his day to day life, or any other mundane subject that you brought up. He kept personal details to himself (as did you), even turning off his camera at some point in order to lessen how self aware he felt. You were nice to him all throughout, showing genuine interest in him yet not a single ounce of lust or any ulterior motives.

After a while, you were the one to finally bid your goodbyes, claiming you had things to take care of and couldn't stay longer. With the agreement to call you a few times per week, you coo'd and pouted at having to hang up, making Jungkook feel a slight ting of disappointment at the conversation ending.

Within a few weeks, Jungkook's life changed drastically.

His streams and your calls continued swiftly, amassing to a total of two of each per week. Usually, he'd call you for about an hour or so before coming on stream for another hour.

On those days he'd garner about $3,000 from you. Jungkook felt quite rich at the moment.

Against his better judgment, he quit his job at the gas station and lowered his hours as a grocery store clerk. He had a high amount of savings now, thanks to you, so he didn't see the point in remaining miserable in not one, but two jobs. Despite keeping one of his jobs as a fall-back plan, he still had tons of free time at his will due to the streams of money coming his way — with all of it being your money.

A few calls in, he found out a bit more about you, which answered many of his questions. However, your meek promise of letting him see you had been untrue, as he still had no idea what you looked like nor did he know your name. Granted, you also didn't know those things about him, but you'd seen him jerk off on screen, so you still had an advantage over him.

Among the things he found out about you was the source of your vast income. Apparently, you were the daughter of a CEO. Jungkook was not granted the specifics, but you'd told him that your father was the owner of a few multimillion dollar companies, which was how you attained your seemingly endless stream of income. Your father would routinely send you about ten times the amount you gave Jungkook weekly, which left him dizzy at attempting to do the math.

Along with this bit of lore about you, Jungkook was also shocked to find out you lived in the same area as him. While Jungkook lived in a rundown part of LA, you were living comfortably in a wealthier, high end area. This knowledge had also shocked you, even causing you to bring up a cheeky suggestion of meeting him in person, but it was merely brought up as a passing comment and never discussed again.

Currently, he found himself in his same apartment, not feeling secure enough in this agreement to move onto a nicer area. As naive as it may have sounded, Jungkook did trust your word when you said you were interested in taking care or him financially, however, he knew that realistically he could not count on your money forever. You didn't know each other personally, and his streaming career would not last forever (especially considering that his views were only in the 500s at the time). He opted to save most of the money you kept him, likely to use some of it to pay off college and some for safekeeping. As of now, however, his lifestyle remained pretty much the same.

Much like every other Thursday, today Jungkook was preparing himself to start another stream in a couple of hours. On most streaming days, he'd call you to talk and simply hang out before starting a stream. Today, however, he had received a message from you before he could log in to contact you.

burner98 - hey jk !! i cant talk right now ㅠㅠ would it be okay if u call me after ur stream ?? i'll still be able to tune in !!

Jungkook didn't think too much of it, simply replying in agreement and moving onto something else to fill up the time. He prepared for his stream as per usual, opting to ramble as he jerked off for the duration of this stream, not having a script or prompt to roleplay this time around.

Setting up his usual equipment, he reached over to his pc to angle it correctly, only showing below his lips in order to protect his anonymity. With a deep breath, he uncovered his webcam and turned on the stream, immediately taking note of about 60 people entering all at once.

"Hey guys," he chuckled breathily, "It's me again, Babystarcandy. Welcome back to my subscribers and welcome in to anyone who might be new," he began, "Today is gonna be a more casual stream if that's okay? I'll be, uh, edging and rambling for a while. Maybe not too much rambling, since you know how into it I get," he trailed off.

One of his key features as a cammer was his usual commitment to being a sub. He'd often get praise about how 'pathetic' and 'subby' he could be. Most of his donations occurred on his subbier streams, when he'd roleplay some subby role or when he'd jerk off, torturing himself into a pathetic mess. In reality, this was Jungkook's natural state when it came to sex. He had always taken a more submissive and sensitive role when it came to his personal relationships. Sadly, though, he had not gotten any action outside of camming in a few months due to his hectic work schedule.

Quickly squirting some lotion on his hand, Jungkook began to work himself, slow in his movements as to prolong the experience. He wanted this to last a good twenty minutes or so.

"H-how are you guys?", he asked, glad to see there were about 200 people in now.

A few commenters popped up — the usual loyal commenters who'd encourage him throughout, expressing their arousal at the sight of him.

"S-hit," he muttered when his hand went up to his tip, squeezing tortuously, "My tattoos? You like them? I'm glad ... What? They make me look intimidating? I'm quite the opposite, purplelover65," he chuckled between breathy moans as he read off comments.

"How many times should I edge myself tonight?", he wondered out loud, "Won't cum til you tell me to," he whimpered, slowing down his movements even more, hand tight around his cock.

He read a few more comments, thanking two donors who'd given $10 each and fulfilling any requests to plea or whimper for more. This continued as it usually did up until the first time he robbed himself of an orgasm, which was when he spotted a commenter in particular.

It was you.

Ever since he began talking to you, you never really commented anymore, simply making your attendance known by being connected in the stream. Despite your calls, you'd never speak about what he did on his streams, always talking as if you were friends (friends who knew no personal information about each other but alas). Tonight, however, you decided to catch him off guard by commenting.

burner98 - god, ur so pretty ... bet you'd like someone playing with that pretty cock right ? marking you up and toying at u til ur crying

You'd never once been this explicit towards him, even before ever speaking to him. You'd expressed liking his content, but never had praised him like this. He pictured the words coming out of your mouth, with your voice, and shuddered. There was something about being wanted so badly by someone — enough for you to take care of him financially without asking for anything in return — that made him reel. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he'd been craving some praise from you all these weeks. In his mind, you were a faceless entity, but you were still a rich girl around his age, and that was enough for his brain to work with.

"Y-yes, burner98, want you to t-touch me til I'm crying ... Fuck, need to be touched so badly," he whined, already on the high of his second attempt at an orgasm approaching, knowing he'd end up denying himself again.

A few other commenters encouraged him with similar words, making him jerk off faster, slowly approaching his high.

burner98 - ur so filthy, fuck. are u gonna edge urself again, pretty ? wanna see u do it til u make a pretty mess all over ur sheets

Your comments were the ones he wanted to see the most. He felt an instinctive need to obey you. It felt like he was finally giving you something in return. It also felt right to him for some reason, like his body was aching to fulfill your every wish.

"Mhm, just- just wanna cum so bad," he cried, hand reaching out to play with his balls, "I'm so close ... Can I cum? I know I said I wouldn't yet, but it's so good ... It's right there, baby, please ..." he pleaded, eyes drowsy.

burner98 - nooo baby u have to wait. want u to cry, remember ? do not cum.

Huffing, he slowed down, diminishing the intensity of the feeling. Pouting, he groaned as he felt his orgasm leave him, disappearing just as the previous one had.

"Okay," he whimpered, "I stopped ... Can I touch myself again?", he asked his viewers, "My nipples? Want me to play with them, magicshop43? A-anything for you," he moaned, fingers coming up to his hardened nipples and toying with them. He sighed at the stimulation, always extra sensitive in that area, but also due to how badly he was craving that orgasm now.

His hand went back down to his cock, working it again, "What would you do if you were here with me right now?", he asked as if he were directing himself to a single person rather than the 435 viewers currently watching.

He skimmed through the comments, humming and acknowledging all the dirty thoughts his viewers were sharing. As he played with himself, he waited for you to respond. With a groan, he finally spotted your comment, gulping when he processed the contents of it.

burner98 - id love to have u all to myself. edge u until u cry or maybe make u cum so many times u have to beg me to stop ... id mark up every inch of ur body while i run my thumb on ur tip without any more stimulation. you'd look so pretty begging me for more until i finally sit on ur cock and steal my orgasm from you without giving u anything in return. id drag this on for hours until u cant take it anymore

burner98 - is that too much ? sorry just want u so fucking bad

Without realizing it, his hand sped up as he read your comment, mind now zeroed in on you, putting all other commenters in the back burner. By the time he managed to respond, he was already a whimpering mess, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth to prevent the pathetic sounds from slipping out.

"It's not too much, b-burner98 ... Want that, fuck ... Need someone to take care of me so badly ...", he breathed out, "C-can I cum now? Please? Wanna cum- Need to cum," he pleaded, sighing at the chorus of comments giving him the green light to let go.

"Thank you thank you thank you," he rambled quietly, letting his cock make a mess all over his abs and sheets with the cum squirting out.

He sat there with a heavy breath for a few moments as he attempted to regain his composure, surprised at how sensitive he'd gotten this time around. He wanted to blame you in specific, but doing so would mean admitting to himself that you'd had an effect on him, and he did not want to open that can of worms yet.

"Thank you guys for joining me today, hah," he chuckled, "I hope that was as fun for you as it was for me. I'll see you next time, my loves," he made a kissy noise at the camera before closing the tab, sighing once it was all done.

Now he had to wait for your call, still slightly horny but also anxious about talking to you after having practically had phone sex with you — with an unknowing audience. He gave himself a few minutes to calm down, only then getting up to wash his hands and get a rag to clean up with. By the time he was finished, that familiar chime arrived, informing him of a message from you.

burner98 - im calling u now. is that okay ?

Clearing his throat, Jungkook sounded out his voice to make sure he'd rid himself of any of that high pitched, whinny tone he would develop when he was horny. With one last sip of water, he responded and soon after began the call.

"H-hey," he muttered, feeling shy after today's events, unknowing of what was to come.

"Hi ..." you sounded similarly awkward, "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard today," you started, "I just needed to unwind ... I promise I'm not expecting anything from you. This is just a regular call."

"I- it's okay, really. Don't worry about it," he reassured, "It was nice to, uh, have someone talk me through it. It makes it easier; more, uh, fun, I guess," he was awkward in admitting.

He immediately regretted his words at your sudden silence. Did you think he was lying? Or maybe the thought of him enjoying it freaked you out. You had never showed explicit interest in him in such a way, so maybe this was too forward of him.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"JK," you interrupted.

He gulped, "Yes?"

"Would you like to meet someday?", you began, tone serious, "I know we live in the same area, and ... I've really enjoyed our time getting to know each other. I'd just really love to meet you."

Jungkook remained silent, shock taking over his entire person.

You must've interpreted his silence as rejection, opting to continue speaking.

"I wouldn't expect anything from you if we met, if that's what you're thinking!," you quickly reassured, "I'm not looking for that. I just ... I love being able to help you out and I'd love a chance to see you in person."

"You ... You want to meet?"

"Yes. You don't have to say yes, just-"

"Where would we meet?", he asked, truly considering it.

"My house? Maybe?," you suggested, "Again, you don't have to say yes. I understand this is strange. I won't get angry if-"

"Yes. I'll go," he found himself responding before he could think any further.

"Really?", you asked with an astonished tone of voice.

"Y-yeah, just send me your address and the time and I'll be there," he rushed out, "Uh, well I have to go now. I'll see you soon, okay? Bye!", he practically zoomed, shutting his computer closed before you could say anything in return.

Jungkook knew how stupid it was of him to want to meet some anonymous person be met on a camming website in person was. But he felt an immense debt towards you. This really was the very least he could do.

He also felt far too much curiosity about your person to pass up the opportunity to meet you. You'd kept even the most basic information about yourself a mystery. Some part of him needed to meet you to find out who the person he'd been talking to all this time was.

Lastly, as embarrassed and confused as he was to admit it, tonight's events had left him a bit ... affected. Interacting with you as he put himself in the most vulnerable of positions, playing with himself for your (and many others') viewing pleasure just left him insanely aroused. It awoke an itch he now needed to scratch.

So, when he woke up the next morning to details about your meeting, he was nervous yet determined to finally meet you.

Anxiety and cold sweats were all that Jungkook knew any time he was nervous. Staring up at his blank ceiling as he attempted to sleep was the only thing he could do on the night prior to your meeting.

The day had come sooner than anticipated, happening only two days after the day of the stream in which you'd made Jungkook lose his sanity. After that, he began to feel a mixture or excitement and bone-rattling anxiety at the prospect of meeting you.

He already had a great thing going on with all the allowance money you'd given him, meeting you would merely risk that. What if you were some weirdo who had been manipulating him this whole time, hoping to eventually get him alone to extort him with all the money you'd given him? Risking such a high stream of income made him feel terrified, even if it was money he was never expecting in the first place.

And that wasn't even the worst case scenario.

There were tons of terrifying scenarios playing in Jungkook's head. Someone with as much money as you did could easily cause some damage to him if he were to reject any advances you made towards him. Meeting you could possibly turn dangerous for Jungkook.

At the same time, naive and immature ideas popped up in Jungkook's head.

There was a chance you truly were the bubbly girl who had taken an interest in his financial wellbeing. Maybe you truly were someone who had somehow become infatuated with him in an innocent way and had no ulterior motives in mind. You had never crossed any lines with him nor had you even brought up the possibility of a sexual encounter between you. Maybe he'd meet you and end up forming a genuine friendship with you.

Whether it was dumb of him or not, Jungkook decided to continue with the plan to meet you, showing up at the penthouse the address you'd given him led to. His life had already been miserable before you turned in upside down, how much of a risk could this be?

With an accelerated heartbeat, Jungkook pressed the button to your intercom, becoming alert when he heart a voice respond through the machine.

"This is a private residence. Who is this?", responded a male voice in a tone devoid of any emotion.

"Oh, uh, this is Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook," he stammered.

Fuck, he had never given you his real name. How were you to know this was him? Was this even your address? Maybe this was your husband? What if-

"Oh, you must be JK," responded the voice, more casually this time, "You're here to meet Y/N, right? You're a bit early. I'll let you in in just a moment," trailed off the voice, turning off the intercom before Jungkook could respond.

"Y/N," he mumbled to himself.

That must've been your name. He liked it. It rolled off his tongue nicely.

In just a few moments, the door opened, revealing a handsome man in a suit, seemingly around his own age. With a nod, he gestured at Jungkook to come in, which Jungkook obeyed immediately.

"Hello, I'm Taehyung. I'm Y/N's personal assistant/butler," he introduced himself with a friendly handshake, "Wow, you're even more handsome than she described," he marbled, staring at Jungkook shamelessly.

This guy seemed weird, but nothing appeared threatening thus far.

"Oh, I- Thank you," Jungkook chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I let her know you're here. Just take those stairs and head left and you'll be in one of the living rooms. She'll come out when she's finished getting ready," instructed Taehyung as he pointed in the direction Jungkook was meant to go find you.

Hesitantly, Jungkook made his way to you, heart beating faster by the minute. When he reached the living room Taehyung had directed him to, he found himself standing by a fancy door, one which he assumed led to your room. Before he could ponder as to whether to knock or not, the door suddenly opened, revealing a girl.

There weren't enough words in Jungkook's vocabulary to describe how he felt at seeing you for the first time. His imagination had been liberal in picturing how you may look once you actually met, yet it had never quite come close to the reality.

Before him stood the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Your skin was perfect, somehow radiant and supple. He could tell it'd be soft to the touch — especially the soft skin of your legs that was exposed by the dress you were wearing. Your hair framed your face perfectly, taking on a soft look that had him wondering what it'd feel like if it graced his skin. Your body was something Jungkook did not want to get into in favor of his sanity, but his brain could not help itself. Your body was formed by the perfect combination of curves and wedges, making up a silhouette he ached to trace. Your eyes were the final blow to it all, wide with wonder as they stared back at him. The beautiful color had him hypnotized.

Jungkook would've truly had his fill of you, devouring you with his eyes for hours if you hadn't snapped him out of it.

"Oh, my God, JK!", you practically squealed, hands going up to cover your mouth in excitement.

"Burner98? I- Hi, You're-"

"You can call me Y/N," you smiled widely at him, offering him a handshake. Everything you did radiated the happiness you clearly felt at meeting him. It somehow had him feeling both reassured and nervous.

"Oh, I- that's a pretty name," he mumbled, gulping at the contact of your hand, "My real name's Jungkook," he revealed.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Jungkook," you expressed, "You're even prettier than I imagined," you were quite straightforward in your thinking.

Sadly he was not the same, still too entranced by you to muster any coherent words.

"You're pretty," he hid behind a cough, too embarrassed to say it outright.

He was aware he was acting like a loser, but could he be blamed? He was currently in the luxury penthouse of his gorgeous sugar mommy (for lack of a better term). His mind would not stop spinning.

You simply giggled at his shy demeanor, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch, coming to sit side by side whilst Taehyung suddenly walked by with drinks, setting them down as he offered you both a cheeky smile.

"Thank you, Taetae," you waved him off before turning back to Jungkook.

"So, how are you feeling? Did coming here make you nervous? I was thinking it might," you started, taking a sip from your drink.

"Maybe a little," he downplayed, "I just didn't know what to expect," he mumbled.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just thought that talking in person might be easier, you know? I never really planned this," you laughed to yourself, "I had no idea you lived so close, but it felt like a missed opportunity to not meet when we lived so close together."

He hummed in agreement, continuing to engage in his shy demeanor despite wanting so badly to show you how elated he was to be with you in this moment.

"I thought maybe you'd have questions? I promise to be an open book from now on," you cutely reached out for his pinky, giggling when he intertwined his own with yours with a smile.

"I guess maybe I was just curious about ... why me? I still can't wrap my head around why anyone would want to help me like this without me, uh, doing anything in return," his eyes left yours as confidence in his question left his own.

You cleared your throat before responding, "Hah, it's kind of embarrassing to say, but, I was in kind of a rut?", you started, "Nothing worked, and then I came across you. Your voice was what got to me first, then it was a mixture of everything. I didn't even plan on continuing to watch as consistently as I did, but I found myself coming back for more every week. Then your personality caught my attention. So when you mentioned your financial issues in one of your streams I couldn't help myself. I was already infatuated by you by then," you admitted, a warmth invading your cheeks.

Similarly, Jungkook blushed, "Oh, I helped you ...?"

"Yes, but we don't need to talk about those things," you cleared your throat, "I don't expect anything like that from you, Jungkook. I just want to help you out. I know it might seem like an odd arrangement, but this is enough for me," you reassured.

As hypocritical as it sounded, Jungkook was slightly disappointed by your words. Within mere minutes of knowing you, he already knew how attracted to you he was. Despite your words, he could not follow along with you and ignore the context of the situation. You found him attractive, he knew that much, and you'd just implied that your attraction to him had made you cum at some point. How was he supposed to ignore that when you were so otherworldly beautiful, sitting right next to him?

But unfortunately for Jungkook, he was too timid to express his desire for you. He was both too introverted and embarrassed to offer himself up like that.

"It's ... I'm glad I've been able to help you," he muttered, "I really appreciate all you've done for me. Don't feel like you have to keep doing it, I understand if-"

You scoot closer to him before interrupting him, "Shh, I want to keep doing it," you shushed him, "but I was hoping we could maybe alter our deal a bit?", you asked, causing Jungkook's breath to hitch.

"H-how so?"

Please say you want him, fuck. He'll drop to his knees right this second if you so much as suggest it.

"I was thinking maybe you could come over a few times a week instead of calling? It'd be way more fun to hang out than just call, don't you think?", you suggested, smiling innocently at him.

Fuck.

"Oh, I- I'd love to, but it takes me about an hour to get here and I don't have a car, so," he said, feeling an odd sense of disappointment in himself at denying you of anything.

"You don't have a car? You should've told me, Jungkookie!," you pouted at him, "Taehyung!", you suddenly called out into the other room.

Within moments, Taehyung entered the room, ready for whatever you had for him.

"Yes?", he asked.

"Tell Joon he'll be driving Jungkook from now on," you turned to Jungkook for a moment, "Joon is one of my drivers. You'll like him," you then turned back to an expectant Taehyung, "I'll give him all the info necessary later today, okay?," you finished, excusing him with a nod of your head.

"Sure thing, Y/Nie," he smiled at you before walking away.

"You really don't have to-"

"No, it's fine! You can call him whenever you need him. He lives in the building too. All my employees live here," you reassured, "You could too if you wanted to, you know, my dad owns the building," you said as if it were nothing.

"W-what?"

You gave him another smile at his shocked expression, hand landing on his own, "Let me take care of you, Jungkook," you said, not as a request nor demand, but something in between.

As your thumb caressed the back of his hand, your eyes on his own, he found himself numbly agreeing, willing to let himself be taken care of without question.

The rest of the evening was spent like this, sharing a few drinks and truly getting to know each other. Whenever Jungkook actually let his guard down and ignored his attraction to you, putting aside the way in which you'd met and your entire dynamic, he found himself really enjoying your company. The two of you were easily compatible, getting along as if you'd been friends for years. Occasionally Taehyung joined in, which gave Jungkook the impression that you were good friends with your employees, whom you treated as equals rather than subordinates.

At some point, Jungkook went home, getting a ride from who was now his new driver, Namjoon. This was yet another person you seemed to be friendly with, which only put Jungkook even more at ease.

He was now willing to follow along with anything you wanted for him. Maybe it was dumb or naive, but meeting you had been enough to instill this blind trust in you. It also didn't help that Jungkook was now undeniably infatuated with you.

Only three weeks later and Jungkook found himself moved and settled into a smaller penthouse located in your farher's building. It had been quite fast, really. A group of movers showed up at his house one week after your initial meeting and did all the work for him. He had been unable to stream that week at all, — earning a few pouty emojis from you in text messages — but he no longer had to pay rent, as you allowed him to occupy the vacant penthouse free of charge, so there was not any loss of money.

Within this time, Jungkook found himself hanging out with you almost daily. He had now known you for a few months and had become intensely attached to you. His feelings for you had grown as he got to know you, and his attraction became almost unbearable. However, he had to hold on, as you still hadn't shown anything further than platonic interest in him.

On the days he streamed, however, you had continued to comment just as you had that one day, egging him on and saying filth he ached to hear from your lips. But any time he saw you after those streams, you'd never bring it up, acting as if you hadn't been lusting after him mere hours ago. In fact, you never mentioned his streaming career anymore, despite actively keeping up with it. It confused him endlessly.

On the day of a particularly racy stream, he visited you again, still somewhat affected by the comments you had left as be whimpered his way to completion.

As he usually did nowadays, he let himself into your penthouse without any warning, making his way to your kitchen, which was where Taehyung had informed him you were currently in. Once he was there, he spotted you as you bent over to take some cookies out of the oven. Your tiny lounge shorts were riding up, a sight that would cause a man even as shy as Jungkook to lose his mind. But he prevailed, simply clearing his throat to announce his presence from the kitchen door.

"Oh, hi Kook!", you chirped, quickly turning to give him a smile before going back to tend to your cookies.

He walked towards you, closing the distance and reaching around you to sneakily grab a cookie, only for you to swat his hand away.

"They're hot, silly!", you scolded, using a gloved hand to pick one up and mouth feed him after having blown on it for precaution.

He took a bite, humming in satisfaction, "Amazing."

"Right?", you giggled, beginning to take off your apron and mittens, not at all minding the non existent distance between you both.

You were absentmided, clearly not paying attention to Jungkook or what was running through his mind. His brain was still on the stream and all the filthy words you'd said only a few hours ago, body still buzzing with lust, which was how he found himself acting without thinking.

Without much warning, he braved it, hand coming to your chin and lifting your face to his own, closing the gap with a soft sigh against your lips.

He pecked at you innocently, landing a more languid kiss on your lips after a few seconds. You kissed back one or two times before suddenly squeaking against him, hands coming to his chest to push him away in shock.

"Jungkook, wait," you murmured, "Stop," you turned your head to the side to avoid his lips.

He pulled away apprehensively, mortified at your rejection, "I- I'm sorry, I thought-"

"I ... I don't want to sleep with you, Jungkook. It's not like that," you avoided his eyes, looking down rather than at him.

His face burned and his heart broke. He was beyond embarrassed at having done such a thing and receiving rejection in return. It had taken an insane amount of balls for him to do so, only for him to fuck things up.

"I'm so sorry, I'll-"

"Jungkook, it's fine. Don't worry about it," you tried to alleviate things to no avail.

"I- I gotta go. I'll see you later," were his last words before running out of your penthouse, embarrassed at how badly he felt he'd fucked things up.

He made it to his own penthouse without once looking back, feeling nothing but mortification at the situation he'd put himself in.

Did you really hold no interest in him? You'd said he was the only person who managed to get you off, that you loved his voice and his videos. You'd commented all the filthy things you wanted to do to him in his streams. You were currently letting him live in a luxury penthouse for free and paying him upwards of $3,000 dollars per week just so he could keep doing his streams. Where had he read things wrong?

On top of it all, he still wanted you so badly. That mere kiss had reignited all the arousal he had felt prior to coming over to your place tonight.

You had kissed back for a few moments, and that was enough for Jungkook's pathetic self to reach into his pants and grab onto his hard cock as soon as he made it back to his bed. He tortured himself with thoughts of you, picturing what you'd look like under those shorts.

Thinking back to the sight of you bent over, he got on his knees, grabbing onto a pillow and positioning it in front of him as he humped into it, hand still playing with his cock. The sight must've been pathetic, but he just felt so needy for you. That single sigh you'd released against his lips was more than enough to feed into his wicked imagination, making his eyes roll back at the image he'd conjured in his head.

He found his end like this, pathetic and alone in a room that belonged to you. When it was all said and done, he went to sleep with a lump in his throat, not knowing how he'd face you again after tonight.

You made various attempts at contacting him throughout the following week, only to receive no answer.

Jungkook didn't leave the penthouse nor did he do any streams for those seven days. He felt as if he'd been broken up with, and felt extremely terrified as to what this meant for his future. He had already let go of his lease at his previous apartment and had quit both his jobs. There was nothing to his name anymore other than the money you'd given him that he'd saved up. What was he supposed to do now?

Another worry of his was how you may be feeling at the moment. You considered him a friend at the very least, so disappearing on you like that made him feel like a terrible person. Ungrateful was what he was.

On the eighth day of icing you out was when he finally grew the balls to go see you again. Without warning, much like before, he went into your place, finding you at your balcony, back facing him like last time.

You must've sensed his presence, turning around and widening your eyes when you saw him.

"Jungkook-"

"Can we ... Can we pretend that never happened?", he asked apprehensively, knowing it was a fruitless solution but asking anyways.

You looked conflicted at his suggestion, taking a moment to think it over before making eye contact with him again, "Okay," you gave him a tight smile, "We'll pretend it never happened."

You said it with such a decisive tone that Jungkook almost didn't catch the pained look in your eyes. But as he had suggested, he pretended not to notice, opting to bring things back to the way they were before.

~

It only took a few weeks for Jungkook's mind to become rotten again.

It seemed to be easier for you than for him to act as if things never happened. Other than some awkwardness that first night, you acted completely normal afterwards. You treated him as friendly as you had before, even being touchier now. The only thing that had changed was that you didn't tune into his streams anymore. This pained him, as it fully confirmed your lack of romantic or sexual interest in him, but he tried to cope with it.

Except he couldn't do that for too long. Within those weeks, his resolve continued to break as his mind and body ached for him to beg you for just one chance. He wouldn't run this time. If this ruined everything, then so be it. He couldn't live like this anymore.

It was one random afternoon in which he headed to your place unannounced as per usual, making his way to your room, where Taehyung had informed him you were currently at.

You were in your walk-in closet, reorganizing some things, it seemed, when you acknowledged his presence with a quick hi.

Against his better judgment, he interrupted you, turning you around and making you face him, hands holding onto your own. With a concerned look in your eye, you stared back at him with curiosity, verbalizing your concern before he began speaking.

The lump in his throat was already there, and the frustration in his voice as evident as he spoke.

"I dont- I don't understand. Why don't you want me? I thought all this time that- that you may have liked me," he began, already exasperated, "I- I want you so badly ... I can't think of anything else. You're all I think about," he slowly leaned down into your neck at every word spoken, hands tightening around your own, "Please ... Give me one chance ... I- I don't care about the money," he braved a trace of his lips against your neck, pressing a few hot kisses when you didn't push him away, "I'll give it all back, I don't care, just- just please ... I need to have you. Let me have you just this once," he practically whimpered between kisses to your skin, sighing when your hands squeezed his own.

Without responding, you nosed his cheek, nudging him to face you. Your eyes were on his lips and your breath heavy, your breasts rising along with every breath. Your lips found his own with a heavy kiss, invading all his senses immediately.

"Okay, Kookie, you- you can have me ... I'll- I'll let you ..." you couldn't continue due to his needy tongue slipping into your mouth, body pushing your own against your closet wall and hands wrapping around your waist.

He lost control of himself early on, hands feeling at every inch of your body with an untamed desperation. Hands squeezed at every curve as he attempted to mold you against his own body. His breathy sighs landed in your lips, groaning any time you'd moan in return.

"T-thank you. Fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you," he rambled on into your lips, only interrupted when your hand went to the back of his head and forcefully pulled him closer.

His lips trailed down to your neck, sensual as they left love bites in their wake. He made it all the way to your chest, managing to nose your tank top out of the way and reveal a bare breast. With a groan, his lips wrapped around your nipple, licking and tugging at it in desperation.

"Kookie ..." you breathed out, "Take me to bed ..."

He needed no further instruction, walking you back messily, as he refused to disconnect his hands or lips from your body. When you landed on the bed, he hovered over you, kissing at every bare inch available to him, drinking in every sigh you let out.

Once he made his way to your thighs, he sucked at the supple skin, breathing in the natural scent of your body. Above him, you dug your nails into his hair, encouraging every kiss without needing so much as a word. Jungkook was reeling at the mere opportunity to have you. He was on a high he'd never experienced before.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he mumbled into your skin, "Smell so good, fuck," he murmured to himself when his lips made their way closer to your center, frustrated at the cloth preventing him from rubbing his nose against the source of the heavenly scent.

His hands went to your shorts, silently aiding you in removing them as you lifted your hips to make it easier for him. All at once, your panties came off with them, leaving a small trail of slick behind. You threw off your shirt in the meantime. Jungkook's mind was already muddled with arousal, and the sight only made it worse. A groan was the last thing to leave his lips before they became occupied by your cunt, continuing to let out muffler sounds of desire against your cunt.

"K-kookie!", you cried out, "So good, fuck. Good fucking boy ..." you moaned whilst pushing his head further into you.

And he adored it. He needed you to use him shamelessly. He needed your cries and whimpers to imbed into his mind until they were the only thing he remembered. Your taste had already ruined him and your sounds were on their way to bury him even further.

He was a pathetic mess between your legs, crying out as it he were the one receiving the pleasure. Every lick and taste went straight to his cock, rendering him the most pussydrunk he'd ever been.

"It's so good ... Pussy's so fucking good," he whimpered, tongue going back and forth between torturing your clit and toying with your folds up until his tongue became stagnant in licking your arousal out of you, nose perfectly rubbing against your clit.

This caused you to begin canting your hips into his mouth, basically using his face as a glorified toy meant for your unadulterated pleasure. Shamelessly, you used him, letting out whiny cries of his name whilst every single noise went straight to his cock. He attempted to mumble im encouragement against your cunt, but he was far too gone. His eyes were rolled back and his brain a muddled mess.

With all his willpower, he managed to aim his eyes at you, encountering a sight he had only ever dreamed about before. Your eyes were rolled back, mindless and blissed out. Your mouth was agape, occasionally letting out the prettiest sounds known to man. Your hand was toying with your breasts, making Jungkook green with envy that he couldn't entertain every inch of your body all at once.

"'m gonna cum, Jungkook ... Need you to make me cum, f-fuck," you whimpered, hiccuping gasps in between.

He almost felt his own orgasm gnawing at him at that moment, but he needed to hold on. He'd be damned if he didn't feel you wrapped around him before losing himself.

"Cum, p-please ... Wanna taste you so bad, baby. Feel so good against my tongue ... Prettiest cunt, oh fuck," he rambled into your lips, aching for the moment you came.

"K-kookie! Y-yes, yes, just like that," you cried, nails digging into his scalp whilst your end took over, hips grinding harshly against his face.

Drenched in you, Jungkook licked wantonly at you, losing himself in your cunt as he rambled praise at you. The experience was otherworldly to him, making him black out in the immense lust your own pleasure was causing him.

He whimpered and nosed at your pussy, allowing a depraved part of himself to take over. He was on cloud nine at having you melt under him, having to will his hips into staying still as to not accidentally let himself go before he got to have you.

"Hmng, Kookie- Too- too much," you whimpered when his lips wouldn't leave you even after your orgasm had subsided. At some point you had to harshly pull at his hair, getting a depraved moan from him in return before he actually separated himself from you.

Before you could verbalize any praise for him, he made his way back up your body, invading your mouth in a wet mess of a kiss. He pushed your own taste into your mouth, swallowing your groan when you sucked into his tongue needily. His hands finally found the opportunity to feel up your body, hands grabbing at your tits and humming into your mouth at how delicious you felt against him.

"So fucking perfect," he mumbled, "God, fucking girl of my dreams ... Need you so bad- always needed you," he murmured absentmindedly as he got his fill of you.

With a mind of their own, his hips rutted into your own, giving him the friction he'd been craving since the moment you kissed. He would've been content with just the feeling of his clothed cock dragging against your bare pussy, had you not suddenly interrupted him with a whine.

"Kookie, please ... Fuck me. Been wanting you for months," you whined in between kisses.

"Fuck ... Want me? Do you really want me, gorgeous? Tell me," he begged, hips losing control.

"Wanted you since I first saw you, Kookie ... Didn't want to take advantage," you cried when his bulge angled perfectly against the most sensitive part of your cunt, nails digging into his biceps.

"Take advantage! I'll give you anything you want," his kisses went down to your tits, moaning into your skin.

He brought himself almost to completion as he kissed at your body, hips seeking their high from the mere friction, but he robbed himself of his orgasm before he could finish. With mewls in complaint from you, he separated himself from you to unclothe, making his way back to you immediately, almost as if he'd burn if he wasn't pressed up against you.

"'m gonna fuck you so good ... Shit, can't think, just want you wrapped around me so badly," he whimpered as he dragged his tip up and down your cunt, hiccuping whines of need.

"Fuck me, God, Kookie, please," you pleaded in a needy tone Jungkook had never heard from you.

"Anything you want ..." he mumbled as he positioned himself against you, losing all ability to speak when he finally entered you.

As much as Jungkook wanted to verbalize how otherworldly you felt around him, his words left him. He was reduced to a mess of gasps and needy hiccups of your name. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes at how badly he'd needed you all this time, finally fulfilling the desire that had been bugging at him since he met you.

Your walls suffocated him, causing his eyes to roll back at the immense pleasure you were giving him. Nothing his imagination had conjured about you could possibly parallel how good you felt.

"Pussy's so warm for me, fuck ... L-love this pussy," he managed to groan into the skin of your neck. His nonsensical praise was followed by even more senseless words, waxing poetic as he fucked into you.

"Prettiest pussy ... Wanted it all this time, craved it so badly ..."

"Thought about you every time I touched myself ... Needed this cunt wrapped around me."

"How is it so warm? Fuck, it's so warm n tight n all for me, huh? My pussy ..."

"Got so fucking sad when you rejected me ... W-wanted you to watch my streams ... They were all for you, f-fuck. Thought of you only."

You tightened particularly harsh after that last comment, finally responding with a shuddered breath of your own.

"I- I kept watching. I was so embarrassed, I used another burner," you revealed between gasps, "Touched myself hoping you'd come b-back and fuck me ..."

This knowledge made him lose his mind — the little of it he still had left. His eyes rolled back and his hips lost their composure. Strong arms lifted your legs further up his frame, with Jungkook now pistoning into you with an intensity that had both of you wailing. No more words could be exchanged when you were so lost in pleasure.

The thought of you wanting him as much as he did you — simply holding back due to not wanting to put any pressure on him or scare him off — made any last sense of sanity leave him. His cock hammered against your cunt as if he hated you, seeking his high whilst his hand snuck down to toy at your puffy clit.

He knew you were sensitive from your previous orgasm, groaning deep within his chest when his suspicions about your incoming high were confirmed by the sudden tightness of your cunt. This was how his own orgasm found him, dragging him down right with you.

His lips found yours, muffling any cries of pleasure by shoving his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every noise that attempted to leave your lips.

Even through the sensitivity of your subsiding orgasms, his hips did not halt, making him whine at how painfully good it all felt. If it hadn't been for your whines in protest, he would've continued until you were both crying. His body had no limit when it came to you.

Nuzzling against you, he kissed at whatever skin was available to him, humming at how soft you felt. Your hands caressed at him, pressing him onto you with a satisfied hum in return.

He relished in the silence for a while, shuffling so he could lay beside you without having to pull out. He could feel some of his cum spilling out of your cunt, causing him to scrunch up his nose. You must've noticed this, giggling at him.

"What?", he challenged, taking a teasing nibble from your skin.

"You act so shy, yet you fuck me an inch from my life," you laugh, nudging him for a kiss.

"I already embarrassed myself in front of you so many times, I needed to make a good impression," he rebutted.

"You made a good impression months ago, Jungkookie. Why do you think I spend thousands on you every month?", you teased, knowing he'd be too sheepish to come up with a comeback to that.

"Well, m-maybe you should stop paying me if we're going to be dating now," he braved, nervous despite his confident tone (and despite his cock still being buried deep in you).

"Oh? Dating? I don't recall anyone asking me out?"

He groaned, nibbling at you again and grinning at your giggle.

"Will you, Y/N, owner of my dick and heart, do me the honor of going out with me?"

You laughed again, making his cock twitch at the sudden vibration, "Hmm. Fuck me again and I'll think about it," you went to kiss him again.

It was hard to kiss you back with the smile taking over his face, but he did his best, flipping around to hover over you again, leaning down to kiss you.

"With pleasure ..."

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"How come you don't stream anymore?", you asked whilst running your hands through your boyfriend's fluffy hair, enjoying the way he nuzzled into your chest for the utmost comfort.

"Hmm," he pondered for a bit, "I don't really need to anymore. Plus, it feels kinda wrong now that I have a girlfriend."

You hummed at that. He had a point. You were quite possessive over him ever since you became official, so it was probably for the best he didn't stream that often nowadays. However, you had to admit, you missed that period of time in which he'd do lewd acts on screen while you watched and egged him on on the chat. Those were the moments in which he was most vulnerable.

There were also a few instances after becoming official in which he'd stream while you were watching from behind the scenes, giving you the best view of the pathetic mess he'd become. However, these became scarce after some time.

"Why do you ask?", he added after a while.

Shrugging, you cuddled closer to him, "I dunno. I kinda miss watching you sometimes."

At this, he repositioned himself, twisting his neck so he could face you, "Huh?"

It was a kind of an embarrassing and maybe voyeuristic thing, but you did feel some weird enjoyment out of being able to provide for Jungkook as he jerked off to an audience back when you'd first met him. Knowing that it was you who could give him what he needed while others could only watch without having any sort of connection made you feel powerful. It made you feel like you had some sort of ownership over him. The nature of the dynamic was thrilling to you.

This was something you hadn't thoroughly explored with Jungkook yet. After becoming a couple, you had halted all the transactions to him upon his request. He claimed that he didn't want you to feel like his attraction to you had been born out of interest (something which he was able to demonstrate time and time again). Despite your constant insistence that you'd never feel that way, he insisted, though still remained living with you free of charge. He explored other fields of interest and began working a freelance job he enjoyed (with your help), shifting your dynamic into a more ordinary one.

You thoroughly agreed with any and every change he deemed necessary in order to feel more comfortable with your relationship. But despite this, you still missed the days in which you felt like Jungkook was eating at the palm of your hand — the power and control that came with it and the desperation it had driven into Jungkook up until the point of desperation in which he finally begged to have you.

"I assumed you'd be more possessive than that," he responded, "I thought you'd rather keep me to yourself."

"That's kinda true, but ... I also liked that, uh, desperation you used to show in your streams," you blushed at your own admission.

"Oh," he breathed, "W-well, I could always-"

"No, Kookie, I don't want to push you to do something you wouldn't want to do anymore," you reassured, shuffling on the couch so he'd be able to sit up and face you.

"I just mean- if there's anything you want me to do, I'll do it. You're my girlfriend, and you've already done so much for me, y'know? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he rebutted, staring at you with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

You bit your lip, pondering whether or not you wanted your boyfriend to know about the sinister thoughts you'd always had about him — the thoughts of him in utter desperation as you gave him whatever it was he needed most at that moment.

But there wad something in his eyes; a look that showed you that his words were truthful. The boy wanted nothing more than to please you. He'd do anything you wanted, and that thought made you burn inside.

This was how you found yourself sitting in front of a deprived Jungkook by the end of the night, tied up and already on the verge of his third stolen orgasm of the night. As wicked as you felt, his eyes continued to tell the truth — he was enthralled by it all. As much as you loved a desperate Jungkook, it seemed as if he loved to be taken care of just as much.

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"o-oh, i don't think we should-"

"you don't want to?", you pouted at the wide eyed boy under you, hand on his chin as you made him look straight into your eyes.

"it's not that- it's just that, uh, i- i wouldnt want to be disrespectful or anything," he stumbled over his words, bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.

you chuckled patronizingly, readjusting yourself on his lap and making him let out a low hiss at the movement.

"it's okay, bunny. we're just having fun, right? nothing wrong with it if we both want it, hmm?", your hands went down to his dress shirt, playing with the collar, undoing the very top button, "plus, we did make a deal, didn't we, bunny?"

oh, right. the deal.

jungkook's eyes almost rolled back at the implication of the agreement you had unexpectedly dropped onto his lap a few days ago.

your grade for your statistics class had somehow dropped below average somewhere along the semester, which caused your professor to recommend some tutoring to you, claiming that you'd likely not be able to graduate if you failed this class, as it was a requirement.

being in your senior year of college, failing was not a risk you could take, so you pleaded with your professor to assign you a tutor, whomever he deemed the smartest. that's when jungkook came into the picture.

by all means, jungkook could easily be described as a loser. his only friends were fellow members of the anime club, taehyung and jimin, equally as virginal as himself. more than anything, jungkook was just incredibly socially awkward, leading him to a life of loserdom as he made no friends and zero good impressions in life. this led him to dedicate all his efforts to school and give up on any social endeavors.

when the professor had asked him to tutor one of his lower-graded students, jungkook had no issue with it. he was offered extra credit if he did so, so it just seemed like a win-win situation to him. it wasnt until jungkook was told it'd be you he'd be tutoring that he began to have a problem with it.

now, jungkook didn't know you, he simply knew of you. so what if he had a crush on you? he didn't need to know the ins and outs of your personality to be into you.

except he kind of did.

to be quite frank, jungkook had a slight obsession with you ever since meeting you at orientation a few years ago. his friends were aware of his crush on you, always teasing him for taking the same classes you did just to get a glimpse of you whenever he could.

how did he find out your schedule? as ashamed as he was to admit it, he had wrongfully used his power as an administrative assistant on campus. he knew he wasnt supposed to, but he couldnt help in looking up your name and saving your schedule for future use.

unfortunately, jungkook never did anything other than coordinate your schedules. he was far too shy to even make eye contact with you, having never even introduced himself to you.

and now he had to tutor you. alone in your room as you sat side by side.

at least that was what he had pictured, not this. not you catching onto his crush immediately and proposing you pay him back for his efforts in the form of taking his virginity.

he could've sworn he almost had a heart attack when you'd shamelessly suggested it, somehow clocking both his crush and his virginal state within twenty minutes of your first session.

that session had ended quickly after that, with jungkook sheepishly accepting with a desperate nod and receiving a chaste kiss on his cheek as a goodbye.

and now you straddled him while he sat on your bed, hands shyly holding onto your hips.

"y-yeah, the deal," he breathed through his nose, mentally preparing himself for whatever you'd do to him. he'd take anything you gave him.

you grinned at him, lowering your head to kiss at his neck, making him immediately sigh in pleasure. he could feel the stickiness of your lipgloss leaving its mark on his neck, but he didnt care. he wished the marks could stay forever.

nibbling at his neck, you made some longer-lasting marks, making him groan as his fingers dug into your pajama-clad hips. that's when your lips made their way back up, catching his own on his first kiss ever.

he knew he might've been awkward in how he kissed, but you didn't seem to mind it, taking his jaw in your hand and tilting his head so you could lick into his mouth. his soul left him at that moment, with his tongue far too desperate in its movement while yours remained slow and sensual. despite how messy he was, you still moaned against his lips, beginning to grind your hips into his own.

"a-ah, that's ... fuck," he breathed out.

"you like how that feels, bunny?" you whispered into his mouth, "just wait til you feel my pussy,"

this time his eyes did roll back. the mere thought of you wrapped around him made him want to rip his hair out in desperation, almost unable to wait until you have yourself to him.

you continued to suckle on his tongue, making him grow more and more frustrated by the second. your hands eventually came to fully unbutton his shirt, removing it before beginning to feel up his chest and arms, gasping into his mouth when his own arms wrapped around you and brought you closer.

jungkook felt his mind cloud as you ground against him, convinced that if he didn't get more from you, he'd lose his mind. fortunately for him, no begging was necessary for you to give him something that'd have his breath catching in his throat and his tent growing even harder.

he pathetically followed your lips when you pulled away, though he sat in complete awe upon realizing the reason why you'd pulled away in the first place. suddenly the sight of your breasts became the most pressing matter in jungkook's life. his breath stopped and his heart raced, making him feel like he'd pass out if he even dared make contact with the newly revealed skin.

yet his reaction did not prevent you from grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts, guiding him so he'd squeeze and play with them.

"o-oh, fuck. they're so ... so fucking soft," he whimpered, "so pretty and ... shit, c-can i ... can- can i play with them?", he pleaded, eyes never leaving your swollen buds as his hands hesitantly ran over your breasts.

he hoped you knew what he meant by play, because he was far too embarrassed to properly word his desire.

luckily for him, you were just so nice and so pretty and so so smart that you understood, removing his hands and guiding his face to your breasts, pressing them together so he could rub his head against them, nuzzling his nose into the skin as be groaned a gruttal groan. his shy tongue came out to lick at them just moments later, licking over your nipples all while he whined and cried as if he was the one receiving the stimulation.

at some point your hands snuck between the two of you, sneaking beneath his pants and grabbing onto his cock. you jerked him as he lost himself to the supple skin of your breasts, letting out breathy whines into your skin while his hands tightly held onto you.

as pathetic as he knew he must've looked, he didn't care. he'd wanted you for years, and suddenly he had you in his arms, willing to let him do anything he wanted? any social filters within him left him, letting his unending desire for you take over no matter how embarrassed he would be at his desperate behavior after the fact.

you let him play with your tits for a while, letting out the prettiest sighs of pleasure as he got his fill of you, eventually pulling him away so you could kiss him again. despite being out of breath, he kissed you back with everything he had, now more able to match your pace.

"bunny, wanna ride you," you pulled away with a pretty pout, letting go of his dick.

"p-please. yes, i- yes," he stammered, hands coming down to touch at his clothed cock out of reflex.

giggling at his desperation, you attempted to get up, only to be stopped by jungkook's grabby hands as he whined at you not to let go. grabbing his arms, you reminded him you needed to take off your shorts, making him get an embarrassed look on his face at the realization.

he got up to take off his own pants, sitting back down and pulling you to him the moment you'd stripped. once more, you giggled at how badly he clearly wanted you, pulling him into yet another kiss.

"i'm gonna sit on it now, okay, bunny?", you breathed against him as you lifted yourself to line him up.

jungkook didn't trust his voice to not let out yet another string of desperate pleas, so he simply nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

but nothing could prepare him for the warmth of your cunt, nor for how tightly it wrapped around his cock, taking all air out of him. he couldnt help the whimpers of desperation that came out of his mouth when you first started bouncing against him, tightening every so often just to get a reaction out of him.

burying his head in your neck, he babbled nonsense against you, incapable of halting his pathetic noises enough to hear your own pretty moans.

after some time, you grabbed onto one of his hands, leading it between the two of you and guiding him, "play with my clit, bunny," you blindly guided him until he finally found your clit, following your instructions of rubbing it all while your bouncing never seized

and god, had that been a mistake.

you got impossibly tighter, dragging your nails down his back and crying his name in the prettiest gasps ever heard by man. he knew he'd meet his end like this, far sooner than he wanted. but he was comforted in knowing that your orgasm was close too, catching onto your pleas to cum with you.

muttering constant praise towards you, jungkook's orgasm took over him as your own arrived, making him deliver endless thank you's while your speed fastened and your rhythm lost all its sense.

"t-thank you, oh, fuck. thank you ... so fucking good, it's- it's so good. oh, thank you ..."

you immediately fell onto each other when your highs had gone down, equally out of breath. being the sweet girl jungkook always knew you to be, he hummed in contentment when you held onto him, cuddling into him in a loving manner and playing with his hair.

if you weren't careful, he'd probably fall in love with you even more than he already had.

he only broke the silence after a few minutes of cuddling, still slightly out of breath.

"do you- do you still wanna go over your statistics homework?"

you laughed, nuzzling further into him, "maybe tomorrow, bunny."

could i have jungkookie and 13, please? thank you so much 😊

“Can I touch you?” With Jeon Jungkook

This got hella soft idk mom I love him

Warnings: shy babi JK learns fast, oral (female receiving), cursing, protected sex, virgin!Jungkook because I’m obsessed with that concept, non-virgin!reader, honestly this is pretty soft bc he’s a sweet boy and I’m love him

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knockout. (m)

# pairing. professional boxer!jungkook x reader

# genre. slice of life, humor, fluff, smut.

# word count. 4k+

# warning(s). oc and jungkook have a three-year-old, this takes place in the near future so oc and kook are in their mid to late twenties, violence [mention of boxing], smut [sub!jungkook, spanking, m!fingering, rimming, mommy kink, blindfold usage, awkward situation].

↳ summary. it’s a beautiful sight to see; jeon jeongguk, korea’s most famous boxer, known as the country’s tough guy, currently had his bare ass up in the air at your full mercy; awaiting for all you had planned on giving him.

# a/n. this is my first time writing any of the members as a sub / making the reader a dom so if it’s not that well, i apologize. i may go in and change some stuff, so don’t be surprised if you re-read this later on and some things are different <3

It’s not the sound of your bedroom door creaking that has you up and awake, though the high-pitched noise proved to be more than annoying at times you were fully awake (you had to get that fixed, soon).

Not even the metal keys loudly clinking against your wooden nightstand could’ve made you stir, no matter how loud the sound was.

It was Jeongguk’s index finger brushing against your top lip that had you fluttering your eyes open.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, i guess, Gay Sports, Alternate Universe - Baseball, Exhibitionism, Saliva is NOT good lube don't let them fool you Summary:

In which Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook are rivals.

Ink And Blood | jjk (m)

Teaser for Ink And Blood. Stay tuned for the series.

Pairing : slave!jungkook x mistress!female

Genre : smut, romance, au, 16+

Warnings : sub!jungkook, sub!male, fem!dom, mafia!female, mistress as a title, oral (f!receiving), slight choking, self-suffocation with pussy, dirty talk, slight body worship (f!receiving), praise for gukkie, he cries because he misses her so much, he cums untouched.

Word count : 2.9k

Author's note : Stay tuned for Ink and Blood. It's a series and will be published after a while. This is a standalone chapter and a teaser for Ink and Blood, Jeon Jungkook.

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She slowly and comfortably climbs onto the kitchen counter, impressed by how clean it is.

"You know?...", She gestures him to come over to her with her pointer finger and he makes small steps towards her. Hesitant but also excited for what she has in mind.

The moment he comes into her grasp, she wraps her slender fingers around the material of his shirt to bring him flush against her.

She lightly grazes her lips along his ear lobe, sending shivers down his spine.

"You have been such a brat since I've been back yesterday", a sensual whisper in his ear is all it takes for him to let his lips go agape and eyes shut.

He focuses on the feeling of her lips on his skin. She gently bites down on his creamy skin before continuing.

"Such a tease...", deprived of her for a few weeks because of her nature of work, he has missed her dominance, the way he slips into subspace so easily with a mere graze of her fingers across his burning skin, the way she manipulates his body with no hesitation, her deep seductive voice made him go to heaven. She wanted nothing but to absolutely ravage him and he wanted absolutely nothing but to let her.

"Tell me, what's on your mind, hmm?", She asks him in false curiosity. Her lips wander off on his neck and press a chaste kiss to his Adam's Apple He gulped deeply before answering her.

"I wanna please you, mistress", he whined, a needy tone in his pitch. She just hummed, already knowing what he wanted all along. He is very transparent and she was not dumb to not know what he wanted when his actions suggested everything his words couldn't.

She released his shirt and pushed him forward gently with an order on her lips.

"Remove your clothes and get on your knees."

He gulped as she leaned against the white abstract marble, fingers curling around the edge, palms flat against it.

He started to strip himself of his clothing, popping each button slowly. The sinful gaze she had on him didn't waver for so much as a second, watching him with a mischievous glint which made him want to fall to his knees and worship her, solely and only to see more of that mischief in her eyes.

After he unbuttoned his shirt, it layed motionless on his shoulders for a moment before he moves slightly for the useless fabric to fall and pool at his feet.

His chest comes into sight and she smirks at those beautiful abs, as if sculpted by the gods themselves.

Her eyes flickered down to his pants with a smirk, gesturing him to remove it and he does so quickly. His fingers dip into the hem of the fabric before tugging them down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side.

Only left in his boxers, his hands clasp together in front of him as he looks up to her. He wanted her to be proud of him.

He terribly missed her the past few months. Only left with memories of past dirty doings. He wanted to be used, truly and thoroughly. Degraded into a piece of nothing, by no one but her.

Afterall, it was what he was born and bought to do. Yes, she bought him. Why? To get laid, obviously.

Being a mafia has its advantages, sure but it also requires you to be secretive. Nobody to trust. A mafia can't go around fucking whoever she wants to. She'd have to kill all of them.

So, she had bought the most demanded slave of the industry, Jeon Jungkook.

A million dollars were spent on him and from knowing him for the past year, she could tell he was worth much more than how much he was bought for.

He was a slave by heart was the rumor at that time. All the most famous and dangerous mafia leaders had used him and threw him away, never forgetting to give feedback which was always positive. Amazing.

In all fancy dinners, Jeon Jungkook became the topic for small talk. 'Omg! Did you ever buy Jungkook? Throw Taemin away and get this whore. He obeys, respects, honors, anything you want him to do'

Wanting to know what all the drama was about this person, she went to an auction where he was supposed to be sold. And Oh My God... He was perfect. Pretty, handsome, adorable. Her ideal submissive.

She couldn't help but buy him. One would be dumb if they wouldn't.

Ever since that day, she couldn't let go of him. He was a genuine stress reliever. After a long day, there wasn't one thing he couldn't give her. A massage, a bath, an orgasm, satisfaction, you name it.

"Mistress...", He speaks. Popping her out of her bubble. Her eyelids flutter as she blinks, then smiles. He was right in front of her, a few steps forward than before.

His head leans front, breath fanning against her neck. Tilting her head to the side, she hums when he places wet, open-mouthed kisses on her jawline.

"What is it, miss?"

He was curious so as to know what made her zone out. Typical adorable curiosity but she knew he'd be fine if she didn't tell him. That he wouldn't fiddle with buisness that wasn't his. Afterall, she could have been thinking of work which might or might not be confidential but that didn't mean he wouldn't ask.

He had always been like this. Not only her slave but, a friend, a confidant. She knew she could always count on him, trust him and confide in him. She also knew that he wouldn't insist if she didn't allow him the knowledge of what went on in her head. If he can't relax her by letting her talk to him, vent to him - he'd find other ways to comfort her. That was the relationship between both of them.

"You, baby. You are all I ever think about", eyes hooded, voice filled with lust, she spoke. Jungkook almost moaned at just the sound of her voice.

Placing her hands on his lower abdomen, she rubbed on his well-shaped abs. She felt it flex under her touch.

She goes gradually lower, massaging his waist and hips. He wanted to inquire more on what she was thinking about but was too blissed-out from the feel of her hands on him. It's just been too long but in Jeon Jungkooks handbook, even an hour is too long so you really can't go according to this man.

"Mistress...", His light moans filled with desperation occupy the sultry air. He rests his head on her shoulder when she grabs his cock. Tenderly moving up and down, feeling him throb and grow even more harder in her hand.

"Hmm, that's enough", she decides and pulls her hands above his shoulders and pushes down. "On your knees, needy boy"

He obliges quick, resting his knees on the cold, hard floor. It didn't matter, the discomfort didn't matter because he felt his world spiral up and down, left and right the minute he got a whiff of her arousal. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed.

He clasps his hands at his back and looks up to her, lightly shaking his head to rid his hair shadowing down on his face and obstructing his view of her.

She does him a favour and combs her fingers through his hair. He hums in content and closes his eyes and smiles like a puppy when she scratches his scalp with her burgundy coloured nails.

Her fingers remain buried in his hair for a few more moments, she lets him enjoy the bliss as she pets him affectionately, but not for long.

She combs his hair back and holds it there. "That's enough now. Get to work darling."

Guiding him to her, she doesn't miss the way a desperate moan rumbles in the back of his throat from her caring, but firm order.

His lips touch her thighs first, he knows her preference all too well. He kisses, basically worships her thighs. Kissing and licking and sucking. He knows she likes hickeys on her thighs, especially on her thighs.

She doesn't waver her gaze from the man in the middle of her legs. It was just too much of a sight to miss out on.

"Mistress...", He called out with nothing particular in mind to say but if asked, he would say she was beautiful.

His hands started shaking behind his back slightly. Fuck, it has been a month since he's been on his knees for her. 30 whole days. She got him addicted to the feeling of her on his tongue and then dissapeared for a month and there was nothing he could say, he couldn't complain.

"Mistress...", His voice had a slight tremor. He felt like crying.

"Shh... Baby calm down. How you gonna please me if you're sniffling?", She brushed her fingers gently through his hair in comfort. Even though he didn't make a noise, she still knew that he was breaking apart. She knew him like he knew her.

"Mistress..."

That did it. She pulled his lips off from her skin and cupped his face in her soft palms. How they remain soft even after handing knives and daggers is still a mystery to him. She runs her thumbs on the underside of his eye, smiling.

"It's been a month, Miss", his voice broke.

"For a first Jeon, it was necessary. You know my field of work. You've lived your whole life being exposed to it, yea?"

His head bops in a nod. "Yes Miss."

"And for a second,...", The caring and understanding look on her face fades to a sultry one. Pupils widening, and eyes pointing that look. Salacious and hungry. Her tone deeper, more seductive.

"You do not know the amount of times I touched myself in that one month, my sweet, sweet bunny", she exhaled deep. Hands sliding down from his cheek to his jawline, rubbing down with her palm and oggling.

"Really, Miss?", he interrupted. He looked beyond happy at hearing that from her. Knowing that he had the same effect on her as she had him.

"Yes my love. Just in and out, imagining it was your tongue. Thinking it was you who was that desperate to taste me", she felt herself getting more wet just from thinking about it. Her hands sliding further down to his neck, obstructing his breath to a little so he wouldn't interrupt this time.

"No one and I mean, no one. Has got me that... Ravenous"

He gulps, she can feel it by her palm. He wanted to cuss. So bad but he couldn't. He wouldn't. It was the very first rule of hers. No cussing. No bad words. He didn't get why but he obliges blindly and that is what he will continue to do.

His eyes flutter closed when one of her hands come up to his face again, tracing his agape lips. Her other palm putting a little more pressure on his throat, cutting off the blood supply to his brain. His mind was getting dizzy.

"These sordid lips, oh god the things you do in between my thighs makes me beyond turned on. So stop crying and talking and get to fucking work", she drags her hands from his face to his hair and pushes him into her. He whimpers, her indecent confession playing with his mind in the best ways. Getting him giddy in the head and hard in the dick.

He kisses her first, lipping gingerly, he gains pressure and speed to a little when her hands press his head harder against her. He licks up and down, head bopping along. Her eyes close and her head tips back.

He moans into her and she hums at the vibrations that course throughout her body. He shakes his head, wanting to go deeper, deeper into her. Dick twitching more than frequently in his cotton boxers and mouth working aggressively to please her, to try and make up for the past month.

His lips wrap around her clit and suck oh so gently, he moans into her again and again, not being able to hold it in. His dick oozes precum, staining the cloth.

"Oh god...", There it is, the moans that he wanted from her and the desperation that she wanted from him. Oh how she craved it when she was laying alone and horny in her bed in a 5-star hotel. Luxurious but no one to devote it on. The amount of times she just felt like taking a spontaneous flight back home just to feel his tongue on her pussy, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to relax properly in his submission if work was undone so she calmly completed it with no disturbance. She considered bringing him along next time but he'd be a great distraction.

"Mm-hmm sweet Jesus", her hands grab the marble beneath her and her thighs wrap around the man's head, her feet coming to rest on his back. Heels pressing into his spine, her head tips back and she feels like she's on cloud nine.

He didn't stop at her, even though he could now barely breathe. He felt beyond content having his breath taken away if it was for pleasing his Mistress and bringing her to her high.

He quickened his movements, tongue fucking in and out of her, finally and nose drawing circles on her clit. He could taste her perfectly on his tongue like this and every time he took a breath, he had to smell her in. Oh my god, he loved this. He's been deprived of it for too long.

"Oh my mother of holy cow yess", She starts spewing out random nonsense, mind too clouded by arousal. She's close. He knows it. He can vaguely taste it on his tongue and he can feel it by his cheeks and temples. The muscles in her thighs tensed from her approaching orgasm.

The moment she gets too close to falling off that cliff, she grabs his head. Making her grip tighter by catching his hair in between her fingers and fucks herself onto his face. Mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, hips moving relentlessly for a few mere seconds before her orgasm hits her.

She doesn't moan, but her mouth is wide-open but no sounds out of her. It feels so good, it took her voice away. This is what it feels like with Jeon Jungkook. She loves the feel of it.

He opens his eyes and looks at her while still sucking her folds, while she fucks herself on him. He looks at her from below. He has always loved the view of her from on his knees. Her stomach, her breasts and her neck are on always on the best angle from there. His dick twitching, it aches. She is so beautiful.

He watches as her body relaxes after a minute or so, panting, her chest heaving up and down. She releases her hold on his hair and on his head. Resting her shaking thighs back on the blue-white marble. She places her palms on the surface and leans back slightly with the support of it.

His mouth leaves her pussy with a squelch and he starts panting, finally being able to breath. He closes his eyes shut and moans as his dick spurts out white liquid. Untouched. Oh my. He rocks his hips front, grinding into the air, searching for some kind of friction.

He grabs the marble under her ass to somewhat ground himself and rests his head on the back of his hand, still panting and moaning while his orgasm washes over him like water. Calming and relaxing with a hint of overwhelming.

She chuckles languidly from over him and he can barely hear it from the cloudiness of his fading climax.

"Everytime!", She says cheerfully but lazily. "Everytime, I cum and you look like you have."

She chuckles again and looks down where Jungkook is looking up at her with large doe eyes and swollen lips. The bottom half of his face is stained temporarily with her cum but it looks like neither of them mind.

"Mistress...", He is whimpering from his sensitive phallus.

"Oh no...", She smiles and cups face with one hand. "Don't tell me"

Her hand wraps in his hair gently and pushes him back. His upper body moves to the back, making his crotch area visible to her. Her eyes hesitantly go from his eyes to down, down where there is a surprisingly big wet stain on the cloth.

Quickly, she embraces him to her stomach. Petting his hair tenderly, she places a kiss on the crown of his head.

He came... While pleasing me.

She thinks to herself about how much he must have yearned for her.

"My sweet, sweet boy. It's okay. I'm here now"

"I really missed you, mistress", he was sobbing into her. Needless to say, she comforted him into the night.

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Ink and Blood (Masterlist)

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Ink and Blood | jjk (m) (Masterlist)

Ink and Blood - Teaser

#1 Breakfast - Dove Cameron 

#2 Betrayers Get Killed 

#3 An Auction (Not Available Yet)

#4 Taking Him Home (Not Available Yet)

--not decided how many parts im going for--sorry--

Ink and Blood | jjk | m

Masterlist [Chapter 01 : Breakfast - Dove Cameron]

Genre : mafia, angry femdom smut, content

Warnings : mafia, mistress as a title, bondage, rough scene, self-degradation, scene with two enemies, body-kicking, smegsy music 🎶💋, jungkook does nothing but get coffee for her in this chapter, bold woman, mentions of shooting and bullets, cussing, kneeling, sibling grieving, character angst.

Wordcount : 3.1k

A\N : wtf this begins. im sorry for the wait 😢 enjoy tho!!!

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You're smoke in my hair...

"Mistress...", The bound boy on his knees in the middle of the room whimpers. The desperation on his face adding to the dimmed red aesthetic of the room.

The aforementioned Mistress walks over, hips swaying from left to right. She ambles over from the speakers at the corner of the room. The song she set, Breakfast by Dove Cameron, playing in the background at a pleasant volume so the music isn't too dulled out and their voices are also audible enough.

"You shouldn't be so needy, my darling..", her fingers grazes over his face. He leans into her touch but it fades a little too fast for his taste.

So you wanna talk about power?

He whines in frustration as her figure disappears behind him. She bends down and plays with the rope binding his arms back and wrapping around his ankles comfortably. His hips jut out back, wanting more of her touch. But she doesn't grant him his wish.

The beat drops.

She unties the rope halfway through before she pulls.

Hard.

Tightening the restriction. "Wha..", his mind fuzzes out in confusion as the blood going to his brain plummets.  Doesn't she always want her submissives to be tied up cozily? Her bondages are never too tight. Maybe she... wants a harder, rougher scene this time? But still...

I eat boys like you for breakfast.

"You're such a naughty boy, aren't you?", She growls into his ear. His eyes flutter closed in humiliation. "Yes Mistress."

"Say it.", She tightens the rope that much more. Leaving him feeling suffocated from the neck down.

But I'm gonna keep doing it.

"I'm such a n-naughty boy, Mistress", he manages with slurred words.

"Yes exactly."

She tightens it then and ties it, leaving it firm when she lets go. She pulls on the entire knot contraption... With more anger, than arousal.

"So tell me, my naughty boy... The goods that were supposed to reach Japan and connect with mine, ended up landing in Italy. Normally, according to your reputation, such mistakes don't happen. Interceptions don't happen. And from what I see, it was targeted and not a mistake."

She states in a feigned sweet voice, the thunder clearly rumbling behind it.

Lemme show you.. power.

"So tell me, what exactly are they doing there in Italy? What about the contract you signed? You're gonna sell the goods to some big-shot over there and absolutely ditch the deal we made. Aren't you?"

His mind ran. Trying to make sense of everything in his mushed up brain.

It makes me feel alive.

"When you can ditch the deal and break the contract, so can I."

And I know that you tried your bestest.

She stands up and kicks his body to the side. Her heels click against the floor as she walks over to her phone. Making a quick call.

"James come get this bastard. I'm so furious that I feel like fucking pissing on him," She groans, her other hand massaging her temples.

On the other side of her phone, James, Mistress's assistant, and a few other trained operatives were resting at the waiting area of the hotel in front of the reception table. They start to the floor that she was in currently. "Come on boys. It's time", James tells them as he leads them on. His words are heard through through the other line to her. He takes a moment to go over everything before replying to her.

You're smoke in my hair.

Hot and dirty like the L.A air.

"He'll probably enjoy it Mistress", he chuckles on the other end, his words making the treacherous woman smirk out of spite for the weak man still laying bound and helpless a few feet behind her, groaning in pain.

I eat boys like you for breakfast. One by one hung on my necklace.

"Just come get him, idiot."

She turns, leaning against the speakers and stares at him struggling on the floor. Watches his cock slowly soften. Watches his disgusting form just laying there, still at her mercy. She walks over, clicking her tongue and kicks his side again.

"You're useless", it's directed at the whimpering mess at her feet.

"Urgh I can't stand the sight of him", she directs this at James and just at that moment, the door of the sexclub hotel room opens and men dressed in black pop in and check the room languidly before dragging the bastard out of the room and out of her sight, just like requested.

But I'm gonna keep doing it..

The song ends, finally some well-needed silence filling the room. Seems like that song gave just enough time for her to complete the task.

James ambles over to her after giving a specific instruction to one of the men dressed in black.

"Thanks James. I'll be in my office in an hour. Lock that bastard in a small room. Don't give him a comfortable place to sleep in, no water or snacks, he can handle an hour.  Don't remove the ropes. And get him face-to-face with me at the office in exactly an hour. Do your interrogation later. He isn't allowed to talk."

She orders before walking right past him. He mumbles a "Yes Mistress", that he knows she acknowledged.

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In exactly an hour, she's back at the office. In 56 minutes to be accurate. She's bathed and dressed in a loose brown dress and a patterned maroon pencil skirt.

She groans. Sighs and melts into her cushioned chair while balancing a stack of files. She drops them onto her cherrywood office table.

"Finally."

She spreads all of the files and pinned-together papers on the surface, her eyes skim over the nomenclature of each file and paper before she decides on one and stacks up everything else and shoves it to the side.

The chosen file gets to be thoroughly read through by her. She leans back on her swivel chair with her eyes glued to the words on the paper.

Jungkook sits at the brown leather couch at the far end of the room. Hands clasped at his front, eyes and mind awaiting an order. He knows she always has one.  After about 10 minutes, she has completed reading it and processing the content. A sigh leaves her mouth.

"Jungkook?", She calls while staring at the man's photo on the file. Jungkook picks up his head and beams at her with a smile. "Darling, can you get me some coffee?", She doesn't quite look at him.

He has got an order to execute.  Ecstatic as ever, he stands, bows and exits the room and into the office kitchen. Jasmine, seated comfortably at the reception area, looks at him and chuckles. That is about the attention he gets as he dashes to make his Mistress a cup, no- mug of coffee.

She happens to be a coffee addict. Living with her for a few months has brought him some minimal personal information about her. Even though she is addicted to coffee, she doesn't quite go crazy when caffeine isn't in her system. She can let go of any addiction because she has got the determination it takes. Withdrawals are a little hard, even for her but she grits her teeth and gets through like anybody else.

Back to the bold woman at her office. She looks at the closed door for half a moment before before her fingers press down on the grey button paired with a tiny speaker at the near-corner of the table.

"Inform James to bring him in, Jasmine", she orders before slouching back in her chair. She wanted to put her feet up on the desk and close her eyes for a minute but that isn't very professional, is it?

Jasmine is her assistant. So is James. James handles more...field missions and Jasmine handles desk ones. One that included paperwork. Jasmine is a patient lady, more of a motherly figure. Jasmine is always behind a desk doing something or the other. Moral and diligent in her work.

James has a bit of a temper but he tweaked his brain to not let it possess him. Anger and frustration makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. So he trained his mind to not let it. He had an agile body and could think quick on his feet and on the battleground.

James and Jasmine happened to be twins. How they ended up in Mistress's office as her staff is a story for another time.

Knock. Knock.

James hits his knuckles twice to her door, right underneath the metal plate which had the words 'Mistress Adira' embossed onto them in bold, black letters. He turns to the man whose body was still bound by the rope, his teeth grinding in what one can assume to be hate. "Behave. It's the Mistress you're about to meet."

James tells him with a blank face, pissed at his bloodshot eyes filled with hate. James was more of a brother to Adira. Hated it when someone tried anything with her. Pulled up fights and arguments with her when he felt that a decision she made was wrong. Slammed his hands on the table when he simply didn't agree with her. Screamed at people when they raised their voice at her or said something derogatory.  Once, maybe twice, shot a person straight in the head when he was screaming offensive words at her while all she did was file her nails with her feet up on her table, completely ignoring everything. She clicked her tongue when she heard the shot in the air and watched it shoot into the other mans head in her peripheral vision. Simply said, "Inform Jasmine to note it down and tell the lady to make you a coffee. You need to cool down."

Although, however protective James may act with Adira - he never calls her by the name. Maintains respect by always referring to her as 'Mistress', or 'Miss'. Never says anything offensive to her just because he's angry. He simply states his reasoning as to why he doesn't come to terms with her decision. She usually shuts him out and answers him in a few sentences after his speech is done.

"You are going to kneel when you get in front of the Mistress, you get me?", James shoots a similar look of hate at him and the confined man stares at James while narrowing his eyes. Face speaking because he was banned to speak with his words. "No. I'm not going to kneel. I don't give half a fuck who she is."

"Alright then. Be like that."

Adira sits at the other side of the door, mulling over what she is to say and do to him. Her eyes closed and face titled to the ceiling. She answers the door after a long moment. "Come in!"

The door opens and James's head is bowed and hands clasped at him front. "Mistress." He greets her in an even voice.

Both of them walk ahead to her table. Settling themselves a few feet away from it. James quickly turns to the other man. "Kneel. I ain't kidding.", He hisses at him.

The man obliges, even if he is in a state of rage against both the other in the room. He hisses when his knees click against the floor. Cursing the entire world for Adira noticing his little slip-up at properly concealing his intentional redirection of goods. Normally, mistakes like those go unnoticed and even if they are noticed, gangsters suggest that it's quite negligible but he should have known who he was working with. Mistress Adira. The strictest of all. They say she's the best to work with, amusing even when you're obedient to her will but truly tortuous and cruel when you don't. He brushed them off, brushed off all of his fellow cult leaders warning him of that.

But he understands now. He understands. Because he hasn't ever been humiliated the way that she's making him feel right now.

She gets up and walks over so she's face-to-face with the both of them. "Hmm", Adira exhales through her nose and leans the small of her back to her table, also clasping both her hands to it beside her. She gestures behind her, to the table where the box-file which she was previously going through, sits. James understands and steps to the front and reaches his hand past her and picks the file up discreetly before returning to where he was standing earlier. Adira is glaring the other man down blankly. She turns to James who is opening the file.

"Read out loud", she says to which James nods. It is completely unreasonable for James to read out loud because Adira and James have meticulously gone through the file and you'd imagine that the bastard in the room knows his own criminology. But Adira wants those facts to be ebbed into his brain. She wants him to hear himself. She wants his to know in a conscious mind of everything he has done until now. Of course, she has done worse than any but she is a person who will admit all that she did. She will proudly say it and chuckle demeaningly at any who is trying to make her understand and realize how cruel she truly is and how many people it has affected. But not many are like that.

"Dominicus Jade. Aged 28. Born into a family of low-class gangsters. Brother of Dani Jade who had contacts with some of the elite mafias. She was the one that pulled him down deep into the real underworld from the surface level. Dani Jade met her end at 2017 when a group of criminals put the blame of their crime onto her and murdered her in cold blood.

After the torturous death of Dani Jade, Dominicus developed a kind of rage to prove himself in the world of Mafias that he can do well by himself without the support and contacts of his sister. He pulled himself deeper into the whirlpool of danger."

Adira heaves a breath, signal for James to stop. He does so and glances at her before directing his eyes towards the ground, bowing his head. She is still staring at the bastard, had been all this time. Adira watched as Dominicus looks at the brown of her floor, unseeing, not in respect but at the mention of his sister. Adira watched as his face fell and all that hate turned into grief.

But the second James stops speaking and Dominicus realizes where he is and what he is doing, he quickly wears the hate façade. Adira walks to him in big steps and he lifts his head and glares at her, shooting daggers from his eyes. Sad that he is tied up right now and can't do shit. Adira towers over him and grabs his chin on her palm roughly, he fights against it but her grip tightens that much more, digging her brown-coloured nails into his skin. It would surely leave marks. Her other hand raises, dragging the back of her palm tenderly against the side of his face. Her eyes follow the movement of her hand. Dominicus tries to fight the feeling of comfort from the gesture, tries to remember that she is cruel and that he should be vengeful. He is humiliated and not in a good way.

"Dani Jade", Adira states his sister's name with a firm tone. Still gripping his chin with much force and contradictorily touching his face with benevolence. Dani Jade. He tries his best not to downcast his eyes, tries his best to not let a shiver wrack through his vulnerable bind body. He gulps and does his best to not stagger at giving his most powerful glare to her. She notices all of this. She knows the relationship between siblings in her line of work. The only family you have. Yes, she has never felt it first-hand but she knows it's a weakness. Dominicus's sister can be dead or alive but he will always shake at the mention of her name. The name of the person who made him who he is. The name of the person that he will forever feel gratitude for. He fights tears.

"Hmm", Adira lets go off his chin, all that pressure she was using to stop his wiggling drops. Dominicus falls front at the momentum of it, gulping again. He tries to shake the feeling of regret for his sister, blinking in an attempt to clear his tears. It seems as if Adira knows quite some tricks.

When you remain mostly silent after mentioning the name of a person who is dead, the other person is the room who had known that person instantly becomes sad. Grieving suddenly out of the blue. But if you continue talking, the person gets over it quick. Which is why in normal situations when multiple people are conversing in a room and the name of an individual who has met their death arises, every single person in the room diverts the topic.

Switch it up. Be silent after uttering a name of someone who is dead when their beloved is present in the room, and, ta-da! You have become cruel.

And that is exactly what Adira was going for. The second James read out loud a few sentences speaking about Dani. Adira gestured him to stop and reached closer to Dominicus to see his exact reaction. The reactions always prove just how much that specific person was attached to the one that is now dead.

Adira walks past him and wraps her fingers around the doorknob and pulls. James doesn't dare look back. Adira is smiling warmly at Jungkook who is standing on the other side of the door with wide eyes, he was just about to open it. He is holding her coffee mug filled with lukewarm brown liquid. Adira had heard his footsteps to her door since it was so silent in her office and decided to open the door for him. She has to send him out anyway. She's handling private matters that don't concern him as of the moment.

"Thank you darling", Adira smiles and grabs her coffee out of his hands, "Go sit near Jasmine's table. I'll call you when I need you."

Closing the door, she stops and takes a sip. Smacking her lips together as she struts over back to her cherrywood table, placing her mug there. She smiles, "Where were we?"

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Masterlist [Chapter 02 - Betrayers Get KILLED]

Genre: hardcore mafia femdom

Warnings: femdom, strong boss female lead, BDSM, mentions of a person's sexual preferences, verbal and physical male humiliation done by a female, humiliation of a dead sister, non-con, wax burning, bondage, gag, torture, slapping, mentions of killing, muffled screaming and begging, torture kit, mentions of knives, mentions of tasers, guns, crawling, exhibitionism, jealousy, shooting, murdering.

Wordcount: 2.5k

A\N: ngl I suffered to write the warnings and I keep forgetting to post on Tumblr lmaooo so sorry thx for reading tho <33

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"Shall I continue, Miss?", James asks and Adira doesn't reply until she's lifting her coffee mug high above her head with her lips attached to it as she drains the dregs of it. "Hm", she mumbles while placing her mug beside her at the table. "Yea. Continue. Start with Page two."

James flips the paper, ignoring the three-fourth bit left unread on Page one. Page two talks about Dominicus's sexual prowess. Adira hears and smirks when a specific part comes on. "Dominicus Jade is straight. He is a BDSM-er and is a switch. He is well-known for being a casual dom. He is rather easy-going and laid back according to many a few submissives he's been with."

James looks up and gives Adira a glance before flitting his eyes back to the paper and reading. Adira isn't leaning as much now. Standing up straight with her hands folded.

James continues. "But the rumors of him being a submissive too are not that easily brushed off. He's a dutiful sub for only a few women. He's picky with the females he chooses to dominate over him."

Adira lets out a sound that is something between a scoff and a short laugh. Resting her palms against the table now, she tips her head back and laughs in silence. When she's bending her head back up again, there's a menacing smile on her lips.

Ambling over to the man whose life is being read out to him, Adira grabs his chin and forces him to look at her yet again.

"Aww", she lets out with feigned adoration. Dragging her other hand across the side of his face with underlying cruelty yet again.

"Does being a sub for me make you feel like a little boy again?", Adira watches the red fire light in his eyes. Burning his inside and making it evident with the dark shade of onyx showing in his eyes.

She squats down, face to face with him. "Does it make you feel like how you feel when you're with your sister? Hm? Make you feel worthy of something, finally?", She teases, finishing while tilting her head innocently.

"Fuck you", Dominicus spits finally. Letting his emotions do their thing without holding back this time in fear that she might ruin him. He's already ruined and mentioning his sister never helps in any way.

"Fuck you. You know nothing of Dani. She was fucking perfect and certainly not as merciless as you are, whore."

Adira stands to her feet. Letting his face released from her grip. Any expression on her face is wiped away and her tone is flat.

"Maybe that's what got her killed."

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Knock Knock.

Jasmine taps her knuckles on Adira's office door, her eyes on her iPad.

"Come in!"

Adira shouts and Jasmine enters, still holding the doorknob. She speaks.

"Mistress, Dominicus is ready for you in the state you wanted him to be in."

Adira looks up. "Good then. I'll be there in a minute."

Jasmine nods her head and leaves the room, closing the door neatly and strutting back to her desk.

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"Hmm", Adira hums while walking ahead to a silhouette. Her body too is seen by the other as a sexy silhouette.

The singular candle brings the caved room a minimum light. It shines behind the man tied to the chair. Showing his silhouette and making him look rather godly because of the light shining behind him.

Adira walks past him and grabs the burning white wax candle. "You", she points at him with the candle. It makes some of the wax drip to the floor but that seems to be the least of her concerns as of the moment.

"You are a betrayer."

Walking around the caved area, she uses the already lighted candle and touches the flame of it to the wick of the other candles and lights them up. The room becomes more and more bright with every candle she lights up.

The candle that was previously glowing behind him and which is now in her hand and being used to light every other candle is almost at the end. The candle has barely an inch of wax left.

Sighing delicately so she doesn't burn out the flame, she ambles over to him. "Drip drip drip."

She pours the melting wax onto his shoulders. Muffled sounds launch out of his gagged mouth on instinct, body shaking and trying to escape viciously.

"Aww. Poor Dominicus."

Grabbing his chin, she says it in a way that leaves tears to come out of his eyes. Both of the burning pain and haunting humiliation.

The wax candle was certainly not made for dripping over someone's body and that is exactly what Adira is going for.

And yes, there are specific candles made for BDSM purposes. People are just too kinky, including Adira of course.

She bends the candle back up again and the muffled groans of stinging pain stop to an extent. Sighing again, she blows out the flame and discards the barely-left candle, tossing it to the side.

"Oh, I've missed torturing the life out of someone. These caves are so precious to me."

She gestures widely to the curved walls of the area. They were haunting to any eye but for her... She would term them as precious.

Adira hums again. "Betrayers in our line of work... Guess what happens to them?"

She walks over to them and pulls the leather of the ball gag down. "Go on little boy, tell me what happens to such people."

"I, I", he stutters for air. Panting, brain racing. Before Dominicus can register it, there's a sharp stinging pain in his cheek. It leaves his muscle red, a hiss erupting from his mouth. The ball gag is back in his mouth again, and his tongue rolls against the plastic of it. Groaning at the lost freedom again.

Adira is clicking her tongue and walked around, turning her back to him. "You didn't answer early enough."

She turns to face him then, running a hand through her open hair. "It's okay. I'll tell you."

Grabbing his chin, she pulls his eyes to meet hers. "They get killed."

Her eyes are villainously wide and the corners of her lips are tugged up in a wild smile.

"But... Oh, but we don't let you off that easily here. Oh no. Not a chance", her fingers trace his jaw. Dominicus's widened eyes flick back and forth from her face to her fingers on his face in panic and fear. 

"I'm going to torture you. Have fun with you and then. We'll see if I'm done or if I want the game to last a little longer."

Muffled screams and begs for freedom leave Dominicus's mouth. "Hm? What? Can't hear you there darling?"

Adira tucks her hair behind her ear and leans in, in a fake attempt to listen.

If one would concentrate, you could hear the faint choked word stop coming out of his vocal cords. Adira chose to ignore that.

"What? You're a slut for exhibitionism?", Adia speaks, making his words up for her convenience.

"Say it a bit louder baby", She chuckles deeply. Walking backward with a sadistic smile on her face. She says no words as she walks behind him. There's a torture kit behind Dominicus.

Knives of different sizes and thicknesses, tasers, scissors, and something which looked similar to a pizza cutter. Her favorite.

There was a set of guns right beside those. Guns, glocks, rifles, etc...

Adira picks up the standard, the intimidating gun you see in movies. She's sure Jungkook would like this. Hands wrapped around it, she opens a drawer. Taking a loaded magazine.

She opens it and tucks her fingernail beneath the first bullet, and pop! The black piece pops out of its lodging and bounces to the floor.

Adira hums.

Doing the same with the other one, she places the magazine which has two fewer bullets now, onto the surface in front of her. Cocking her gun, she pushes the magazine in and tucks the gun behind her. Hiding it at the small of her back.

"Let's take you outside", Adira unfastens the rope binding his hands together. She leans forward to whisper in his ear.

"If you run, I will find you and slice your body into pieces."

Dominicus nods repeatedly. No way is he going to run. He'd rather be at her mercy than run into town with the knowledge that he was reduced to nothing in front of her. He has a conscience too.

Adira hums and then pushes him to the floor.

"Crawl."

She struts to the door and swings it open, leaning by it and watching his body move to the exit on all fours. Hands folding, she looks at her nails. Neatly done burgundy-colored nails.

When Dominicus reaches the outside of the door, she closes the door and then rushes to the main reception area.

"Everyone!", Jasmine behind her desk picks up her head at the yell. Jungkook sitting in the waiting area opposite the reception desk does too. The rest of the Mafia gangsters sitting in the waiting area, waiting for, maybe a chance to speak to the Great Mistress herself; lift their heads at her voice.

"Everyone set your seats right because we are about to witness the greatest show of the city."

Adira has a wide smile, her spine straight, shoulders back, chin up, and palms meeting each other in front of her diaphragm. She stands in the posture her mother drilled into her. A posture that is now rather subconscious for her.

Dominicus follows behind her, on all fours, now beside her with his head down.

Jungkook is looking at the happiness on Adira's face, it's a sadistic smile. He's aware but he feels weirdly jealous that he doesn't get to be the reason for that sadistic pleasure on her lips.

His face is contorted in anger at the man below Adira, can't he take up his place? Jungkook gets to be her slave but she never treats him like one. He's confused about what to feel about that but for now, he's jealous of Dominicus.

Jasmine hurries out of her desk, pulls her chair out, and places it a few feet in front of Adira, Jasmine settles herself on it.

Jungkook follows suit. The other Mafias sit where they are but with their attention on the superior woman gangster who is nothing but an anchorwoman at the moment. For said performance.

James is closing the door of the training room, walking across the reception area, where the people have collected, to get to the bathroom.

He looks towards the people and Adira standing beside a helpless man he recognizes.

James whispers to his sister. "What's happening?", While pulling out a chair and sitting next to her. Jasmine shrugs and points to Adira.

"This man right here," Adira points to Dominicus. "...is ready to do whatever you or I want. So shoot your requests and call your desires."

There's that glint in her eyes, Jungkook notices. That glint in her eyes lights like a fire when he shows himself to her.

Jungkook is supposed to be the one who'll do whatever Adira wants. That's what slaves are for so what's she doing with this mere human who holds no stature in front of her?

Jungkook is fuming up and Adira notices. Obviously. Nothing goes around her without her acknowledgment. But as always, she chooses to ignore it.

"Show his ass", Jasmine shoots a demand cockily. The tiny crowd goes, "Ooooh~", at her direct demand.

"Oh, you're very deceptively innocent, Miss Jasmine. I keep my end of the word though."

Adira turns to Dominicus. "Turn", her voice is deep, Alto tones ringing in the room and Jungkook's head. She never talks like that to him. She's sweet with him. She's nicer than most with him. He's still confused about how he feels about that.

Dominicus whimpers a no. Jungkook scoffs audibly. Doesn't he understand yet that no one can say no to her? She's a Mistress for a goddamned reason. Comply or you die. It's simple really.

"Turn and show your cute little butt to everyone or else...", Adira's voice is deeper and Dominicus gulps. Turning obediently and pulling down his pants, resting the elastic right at the curve of his ass.

Adira hums praisingly and turns to Jasmine. "I've seen better."

Adira agrees with a chuckle and then turns to the rest of the crowd. "Any other requests?"

"Kill him."

Jungkook spits in furious jealousy.

Silence prevails over the room.

Adira smirks.

She expected that outburst. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face when he realizes he spoke his thoughts.

"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean that-", Jungkook fumbles but she cuts him off.

"Oh, no baby. I've told you before, never apologize if not asked. And that is a request I can oblige with", she reaches behind as she speaks, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the gun hidden at the small of her back.

She brings it in front of her and cocks it, her eyes are trained on her trusty slave. Smirk high on her face.

Adira brings it up to aim at Jungkook, her gun, if shot, would go straight through his left eye.

"Do you love me?", She asks. Jungkook gulps and doesn't answer. 

The trigger is pressed and a false shot is fired.

Compressed air, false shot. It's a no.

Jungkook's body flinches, assuming that the bullet went through his skull but he feels no pain or sting. Even if his body flinches suddenly, his eyes still drive into hers.

"Do you love me not?", Adira asks.

Jungkook is panting.

The trigger presses again, another false shot, compressed air cutting through nothing.

Jungkook curses inside his mind. It's a no again. If it's not a no or a yes, what is it?

"Do you revere me?", Adira asks. Her gun changes position. Hand moving to Dominicus beside her, she adjusts the gun to aim at his head, but with her eyes still on Jungkook.

A Mafia's peripheral vision is always on high.

The trigger presses again. This time, it's real. In a split second, the bullet goes through Dominicus's head. Hot red blood pouring out of the perfect circular hole and soiling his hair.

His dead body falls on the floor, the room listens in dead silence as the man takes his very last breath.

Jungkook gasps, eyes flitting between him and Adira. He wants to curse. But he wouldn't dare.

Adira's smirk falls, face wiped clean of any expression. She sticks her gun behind her back. Fingers under the hem of the elastic of her pants, she pulls them up once.

Then, Adira is strutting towards her office door. "Take care of the body Jasmine."

"Yes ma'am."

Adira's hand is on the doorknob when she throws her head back. She is looking at Jungkook.

His jaw is open and his pupils are blown out. Jungkook knew that she could kill anyone rather easily but damn. Seeing it in flesh is just overwhelming.

"Are you coming, Jeon?", Adira speaks over the silence in the room.

Jungkook closes his mouth and fixes his posture. "Y-yes ma'am. I'm..yea."

The door opens and she walks in, Jungkook follows behind her.

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