Love Bites | JJK | ONESHOT pt. II

Pair: Idol Jeon Jungkook  x Bunny Hybrid Reader

Summary: Jungkook never wanted a hybrid for himself. Not only was it too much responsibility, being the golden maknae of BTS didn’t allow him much time to care for another being that would need him for almost everything. But then his friends gifted him a bunny for his birthday, as nothing but a joke, and he found himself getting attached to you rather quickly. Jungkook had the option of sending you back to the breeders you came from, but he just couldn’t bring himself to separate from you. Now, years later, you follow him everywhere and Jungkook finds himself falling for you more and more everyday.

Genre: Oneshot (with two parts lol), fluff, angst if you squint, smut, idol au, hybrid au. 

Warnings: Porn with plot. HAPPY EASTER, EVERYBODY. Jealous Bun, possessiveness, daddy kink, daddy/little girl undertones, Dom Kook, shameless smut, multiple orgasms, Bunny reader has a biting problem (is it a problem, though?), use of toys. (read the first part on tumblr or AO3)

WC: 8.7K

Jungkook was a pile of nerves as he sat in front of the vanity mirrors, inside the main dressing room of the studio his work brought him to today. He kept pulling on the robe around his body, as if it would make him feel less naked; even though he was very much still fully dressed underneath it.

This was a huge opportunity, he kept repeating to himself, he should be proud. And it’s not like he regretted saying yes to this… If he did, he wouldn’t be here in the first place. He was Jeon Jungkook, gone were the days he was forced to do anything that made him uncomfortable.

After months and months of back and forth between the brand and his company, the contracts had been signed, the campaign had been planned, producers and a special team had flown all the way to South Korea. Now it was show time.

It was the day to shoot his first campaign with Calvin Klein.

Jungkook knew that playing on the sexy side, being wanted and desired by the public was part of his job as an idol. God knows he liked teasing ARMY by lifting his shirt to flash his abs, he’d been doing it regularly since Fake Love came out, and he could laugh about the wardrobe mishaps during their Permission To Dance concerts.

But being seen in nothing but a very revealing piece of underwear still made him feel a little shy, especially knowing his picture would be plastered on Billboards all over the world.

One nice thing about today –besides this great opportunity he was grateful for–, was the fact he was allowed to bring you into the set with him. As his supportive companion to make sure he was relaxed enough so that the pictures would turn out natural and fun. He didn’t even need to put up a fight to have you with him, as his manager assured him the production team even prepared nice treats for you to feel right at home.

That information had worried him for a while, as “nice treats” once before had meant a playpen in the corner of a room with squeaky toys and food pellets as snacks. It was safe to say BTS never worked with that brand again after that offensive fiasco.

This time around, however, it actually meant an assortment of fresh fruits and vegetables, spread on the same table as Jungkook’s food was. They even made a carrot cake, which –ironically– was your favorite. You weren’t sent off to another room either, allowed to be with Jungkook throughout the whole day.

He had his eyes on you, through the reflection in the mirror as he got the final touches in his hair, and you were munching on a baby carrot; nibbling quietly as you looked around the big room.

You were looking really pretty today –everyday, where Jungkook was concerned–, with mom jeans ripped at the knees and a black top that had a little bit of cleavage out and the bucket hat that you wore to hide your ears; but that didn't quite cover them all the way. You were also wearing a checkered long sleeve shirt on top that belonged to him one day, and you just looked so stylish that Jungkook gushed when he saw you before leaving your shared home.

So much so he almost forgot to add the small collar around your neck.

“There’s my favorite bunny!” at the familiar voice, one Jungkook wasn’t expecting to hear today, he looked at the entrance of the dressing room.

“Hoseokie!” you squealed as you saw the older member, rushing to him to throw yourself into his welcoming arms. “I missed you!”

“I’ve missed you, little one. Jungkookie has been hogging you all to himself lately, hasn’t he?” the older man said to you, caressing your cheek as you giggled in agreement. “Where is he, by the way?”

“Over there, let me show you!”

You held Hoseok’s hand and led him the few steps it took to reach Jungkook.

If this was a certain other member in particular, Jungkook might get annoyed. But it was Hoseok hyung, who had nothing but pure intentions when it came to you, so it was okay that he was still holding your hand.

“Eeeeeeh, Jungkookieeee.” Hoseok was singing in that exaggerated way of his. “Looking good! How are you feeling?”

The hair and makeup noona excused herself to let the two men greet each other. Jungkook got up from his chair to beam and hug his hyung as he didn’t even know he was coming to the set to support him. But then again that was just who Hoseok was, always supporting all of the other members, no matter what.

“Nervous as shit.” Jungkook told the hyung with a laugh as he tried to bat the other man’s hands away as he tried to tickle his stomach and feel for his abs.

“You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.” Hoseok finally settled, placing an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t you think he’ll do well, bun?”

You were nodding as you said: “Yes, he’ll do awesome. He’s already handsome, and it’s just taking pictures, right?”

“Yes, bun, that’s all.” Jungkook played it down, reaching to caress your cheek.

He could tell you got affected by his mood sometimes, so if he was too stressed today, you’d get anxious too.

“I didn’t know you were coming today, hyung.” Jungkook told the older man as you moved to stand closer to Jungkook, so he wrapped his arms around you as if it was second nature, as if he didn’t even notice it anymore.

“I’m not staying long, I don’t think.” the man said. “Going to see Taehyungie in a few hours.”

At the mention of the man, Jungkook nibbled on his bottom lip and you looked over your shoulder to Hoseok. Jungkook could tell your ears were twitching under the bucket hat as you chewed on the bathrobe tie.

“Don’t put that in your mouth, bun.” Jungkook lightly scolded, gently prying it from your lips.

“Can we see Taetae, too?” you asked him with the biggest pleading eyes.

“I don’t know when I’ll be done here, baby, it might be too late.” he lied.

Hoseok was watching the exchange with curious eyes and questions he wanted to ask, no doubt. It’s not as if Jungkook had cut ties with his member, nor was he avoiding him altogether. With the way things were going right now, all seven of them doing their own thing, they were rarely together lately.

And if Jungkook chose to leave you at home whenever he knew Taehyung would be where he was going, that was his business.

“Jungkook-ssi, we’re ready for you.” one of the producers was calling for him by the door.

He only nodded, growing a little anxious now that it was showtime for real. You squeezed him just a little tighter and stood on the tip of your toes to kiss his cheek.

“Good luck, Kook. I’ll be watching you.” you assured him, and it was a great help, really.

“Thanks, bun. Stay next to hyung, yeah?” Jungkook asked you and you nodded, promptly standing beside Hoseok, taking the request quite literally. “Good girl.”

“Go look good. Fighting.” the hyung patted him on the back.

Feeling nervous before a shoot like this was normal. Just like the coldness in his stomach right before stepping onto the stage to perform as Bangtan. But, performing as Bangtan, meant that he wasn’t alone. He had six other friends to lean on. As he walked out into the set, he’d be the only one standing in front of the bright lights and many cameras.

It started off easy, thankfully, with Jungkook taking pictures in jeans, a white shirt and jacket. He got to move around the set to gather his energy, put his game face on. All he could hear was the shutter of the camera going off repeatedly and the directions of the team telling him to repeat whatever move looked good.

Every now and then, they would stop and Jungkook got to see the results of the pictures on the big screen at the director’s table, helping criticize it and pick the ones he liked best. He changed shirts and jackets a few times, answered some questions for the camera, ran around, danced…

For him, it was quite automatic. He knew how these things worked, doing photoshoots for album jackets, Samsung ads, magazine covers… As the initial jitters went away, Jungkook could relax and start to enjoy himself.

For you, however, it might be a bit boring, so he made sure to check in on you, at least with his eyes. You were sitting to the side, on a comfortable couch put out for you, with Hoseok next to you as you both watched Jungkook do his thing. Whenever you caught his eye, you’d send him a thumbs up or finger hearts.

He just knew that every smile and every laugh that camera captured today, would be for you.

But then it was time to take his pants off.

In hindsight, maybe he should have given you a heads up. Looking back, he shouldn’t have let the makeup noona stand so close to him. Maybe he could have spread the body oil on his abs and thighs himself. The woman definitely didn’t need to be fixing the elastic band of his underwear every five takes.

He could tell it bothered you each time the woman touched him too much. And he could understand it too, as even he grew uncomfortable as she kept saying his body needed more shimmer; as if the video and pictures wouldn't be mostly in black and white.

You were good with him showing his body, understood it was part of his job. You still teased him about the time his buttons popped open on stage to this day, and kept telling him to focus on. But someone had never been this handsy with him before, and not in front of you.

The last few times he caught your eyes, you were pouting, sulking. Jungkook almost offered to let you go with Hoseok hyung when he had to leave, just for the sake of you not having to watch all of that. But he didn’t want you to overthink, didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t want you there because he had second intentions about someone else.

When all of the material they needed had been shot and filmed, reviewed and approved for editing, Jungkook was able to change back into his own clothes; the baggy kind that smelled of you and him. As he came out of the dressing room, bowing to everybody, thanking them all for their hard work, shaking hands with the directors, producers and staff, you weren’t sitting on the couch anymore.

Jungkook checked inside the dressing rooms, knocked on the girl’s bathroom and there was absolutely no sign of you. His heart was squeezing uncomfortably in his chest as he wondered if you ran off –you had never done it before– or maybe you got lost, or someone–

“If you’re looking for your bun, she’s already in the car.” one of the HYBE staff who came along for the shooting told him upon noticing his panicked state.

“Oh, thank god–” he sighed in relief, hoisting his backpack higher on his back, bowing to the girl. “Thank you, good work, thank you.”

Jungkook excused himself with a bow and a wave, rushing out of the studio. The location was far away enough that no one else knew he was there, which meant there wasn’t a multitude of people waiting for him at the parking lot; no cameras flashing, no loud noises. Both things that always bothered him, but that concerned him even more after he got you.

The driver pulled the sliding door of the backseat of the executive car designated to transport him today, and Jungkook could finally relax as he saw you sitting there; bucket hat low on your eyes, tiny pout and hands linked together on your lap.

Any other day, he might have scolded you for walking out without telling him, reminding you of the dangers of being out alone, but not today. Jungkook knew you were upset, justifiably so.

Jungkook still sat closer to you, still placed his hand next to your thigh in case you wanted to nibble on it during the drive.

As soon as the car crossed the gates of your shared home, you were unlocking your seatbelt. The moment it parked, you were opening the door –with much effort as it was a little heavier than in his own car– and slipped out. You didn’t have to wait for Jungkook to open the door of the house either, as he had registered your thumbprint so you’d be able to get in without him.

“Bun, I’m going to get started on dinner.” he called you as you took your shoes off and sprinted up the stairs. “What do you want to eat–”

“Not hungry.” was the last thing he heard before the soft closing of your bedroom door.

Jungkook hated to see you upset, especially when you were upset with him; whether it was his fault or not, your feelings were justified. And he knew you could keep up the silent treatment for hours, lock yourself inside your bedroom and not come out, no matter how hungry you were.

Before getting started on the dinner, Jungkook showered and scrubbed his body off the body oil and the scent of the woman that kept touching him. He couldn’t smell her on him, but he knew for certain that you could.

On the drive over you kept scrunching your nose and cracked the window open a bit to let the fresh air in.

He had little to no hope that you might come down at dinner time to eat with him, and he didn’t want you to go to bed with no food at all, so Jungkook broke the no food in the bedroom rule and brought your dinner upstairs.

Your bedroom was your safe space whenever you wanted to hide away or have some alone time. It was the smallest bedroom of the house and you had chosen it yourself when the two of you moved into the home from the small apartment he owned before getting you.

You had also been the one to pick every piece of furniture –which Yoongi helped assemble–, all of the colors –a mix of pinks and purples and white–, and other decoration pieces had been gifted by his members –Hoseok gave you your first KAWS and Jimin gifted you your favorite cushion–.

Everything was soft, cozy and warm.

Your nose and ears twitched as he gently opened the door of your room and you saw the spread of cabbage, kale, broccoli and parsley and almost broke your silence as you noticed the extra portion of baby carrots and apple slices.

Jungkook also hoped you might ask him to stay, but you didn’t.

Later in the evening, when it was time to get ready for bed, Jungkook came back to your bedroom to take away the empty plate, surprised to see you sitting in the middle of your bed, with your favorite hairbrush on your lap.

You had just recently showered, your hair was half blow dried and the soft fur of your ears was fluffier than usual. You were also wearing soft cotton pajamas, just a fleece top and shorts; but it wasn’t Jungkook’s shirt.

“Hey, bun.” he spoke softly, scared you might send him away. “Going to sleep?”

Your reply was a little nod, thumb dragging over the plastic bristles of the brush. “Can you brush my hair?”

Jungkook held back a smile because you couldn’t be so upset with him if you were still accepting of his presence, of his touches. The act of brushing your hair and your ears was special to the two of you. It was one of the first bonding experiences the two of you shared, right from the start.

You were always really proud of your hair and, before knowing him, you were never allowed to keep it long. He didn’t know much about the breeders you came from, given he hadn’t been the one to find you in the first place, but by what you somewhat told him over the years, your previous caretakers at the bunny breeding facility always cut everyone’s hairs short enough so that it would be easier to maintain.

The happiness in your face when Jungkook told you that you could keep it as long as you wanted was priceless. He bought you all kinds of hair accessories and hybrid friendly products and creams; you even got some sent from brands after he posted the snippet of him brushing your hair for you.

Jungkook left the empty plates that held your dinner on top of the vanity by the door as doing the dishes could wait. He walked to your bed, much smaller than his own, but still able to fit the two of you, and climbed on it to sit behind you. He moved around you carefully, not wanting to startle you, resting one leg on either side of your body as you had your back to him.

“Thank you.” you said meekly, offering him the brush you had been holding onto. “Be careful with the knots.”

“There are no knots in this pretty hair.” he cooed, but you scoffed.

Despite the shaking of your head, he knew that if he looked at your face right now, you’d be blushing.

Jungkook started to slowly divide your hair in smaller parts so he could drag the brush through the soft strands. Everytime he found the slightest sign of resistance, he’d stop and use his fingers to untangle the stubborn knots. Every now and then he’d run his fingers through your scalp, particularly paying attention to the base of your ears, just because he knew it’d make you sigh and let out a purr-like noise.

“I thought you were mad at me.” he started softly once he made sure you were calm enough in his presence.

“I’m never mad at you, Kook.” you replied with a heavy breath. “I’m not even mad, just… upset.”

“Yeah, I get that.” he stopped the brushing in order to drag the pads of his fingers over your long, floppy ears. “I should have told you it would be that kind of photoshoot.”

“You looked really handsome.” you admitted, head moving down as you stared at your hands on your lap.

“Yeah, bun?”

“Mhmm. I don’t blame the girls for drooling over you.” there was a small sulking tone to your words and it really shouldn’t happen, but Jungkook still felt more than a little pride fill his chest.

“Were you drooling over me?” that’s what he really wanted to know.

“No.”

With a laugh, Jungkook gathered your hair to push it to the side of your neck, freeing the other. “No?”

“Never.” you sounded so sure of yourself it made the idol laugh harder.

“Mhmm, sure, baby.”

Jungkook took the fact that you were talking to him and wasn’t pushing him away to scoot a little closer to you and drag his nose against your throat. You sighed softly, tipping your head to the side so he’d continued. He tried mimicking the scenting movements you always did to him, even though he was pretty sure he never did it right.

You still enjoyed his kisses and the small nibbling of his teeth against your skin all the same.

“And that's not why I'm upset anyway.” you finally told him, and he knew you were ready to speak.

“Why are you upset then, bun? Tell me so I can make it better.” Jungkook helped you turn around sideways, placing your legs on top of one of his so you were still sitting between his legs but felt closer somehow.

“I heard what they were saying.” you reached for his tattooed hand he let you take it.

“Who?”

“Miss grabby hands! I heard her talking to her friend.” you rolled your eyes as you gently moved his fingers, as if distracting yourself with them. “They were talking about me.”

Lines formed between Jungkook’s eyebrows as he watched your bottom lip moving as you spoke. The touchy woman from this afternoon was part of the American team of Calvin Klein, and Jungkook knew that their hybrid rights and culture were still way behind in comparison to South Korea and Asian countries. Hybrids had first appeared in China after all.

It worried Jungkook a great deal to know just what you could have heard from the woman. Especially given the fact that you didn’t speak english. So if you understood what they were saying, they must have spoken in Korean.

They wanted you to hear them.

“What did she say?” he encouraged with a squeeze to your fingers as you were quiet for a little while.

“She said she thought it was weird that you had me.” you brought his hand closer to your face, lips dragging over the tattoo on the back of his fingers.

“Baby, you know having hybrids in your home isn’t weird–”

“No, she didn't mean it like that. She said it's weird that you have a hybrid.” you corrected him and Jungkook nodded in understanding. “That, with your status, I must drag you down.”

“Bun, you know that’s not true.” Jungkook used the fingers close to your face to make you look at him, thumb bruising over your cheek as he cradled it. “You make everything better for me.”

“Her friend said it must be weird to bring girls home to fuck when I'm sleeping in the other room.” the bitter pitch of your words made Jungkook’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

“You know I don't do that either.” he reminded you, but you tugged on his wrist so he’d let go of your face and you could hide away from his gaze once more.

“It's because of me isn't it? They were right.” you whined, but Jungkook circled your back with his free arm, bringing you closer.

“They couldn't be more wrong. I don't bring girls home to fuck because I don't need any of them.” Jungkook’s voice was a little harsh, but he needed you to know he meant every word. “I don't want to bring anybody else home, when I already have all I need right here.”

“Okay.”

“What else?” he squeezed you into his chest, arm wrapping you tighter. His tattooed pointer finger tapped your bottom lip and you parted your mouth to take a bite of it. “Tell me so I can make it go away and prove to you that whatever they said was just because they are jealous.”

“They were jealous alright, I could see them eating you up with their eyes.” you sounded annoyed, holding his hand with both of yours; so tiny in comparison to his.

“Nope, not jealous of me, jealous of you.” Jungkook told you instead. “Because they will never be as pretty and as cute as you.”

“Ugh, don't be cheesy!” you groaned and shook your head. Through your side profile, Jungkook could see your expression of disgust, letting out a hearty chuckle that rocked his body and yours.

“Just saying the truth, bun bun.” he shrugged and you groaned louder.

“Don't call me that either.” you scowled, trying to look menacing.

“You love it.” he teased.

“Hardly.” you were rolling your eyes again.

“Do you love me?” Jungkook’s mouth worked faster than his brain, spilling the question before he could think better of it.

Your face broke into a heavy blush as you hummed: “Yes, I love you very much.”

“I love you too, bun.”

You were smiling at that, genuinely. It seemed that whatever worries you had were put to rest. Jungkook could also rest easy knowing that you were on the same page and you wouldn’t be going to bed upset with him.

“Sleep time?” Jungkook asked you as he kissed the top of your head and you brought the tip of his finger to your mouth for a nibble. You responded with a half-hearted shrug, which he was expecting. You always hated bedtime, no matter how tired you were. “You’re staying here or want to come sleep with me?”

“Actually, I wanted to play a bit before bed.” you told him as you sat up a little more and a small wave of heat went through Jungkook’s body upon hearing that.

“You can, of course.” he assured you.

“Will you stay?” you looked at him then, pretty eyes sparkling in the soft neon light strips you always chose instead of the main lights of the bedroom. “Will you play with me?”

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook asked, just to make sure, dragging his lips from your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

“Please, daddy.”

Jungkook felt the flush creeping up from his chest, blood rushing south from your words alone. He watched as you pushed more of his finger into your mouth, pressing it against the flat of your tongue as you looked him dead in the eye.

People could talk about his duality all they wanted, but they had never seen yours. And they wouldn’t. Only Jungkook was lucky enough to see all sides of you; the soft, the sweet and the sensual.

“Go get your toys, baby.”

Now that there was a shift in the mood, now that you invited Jungkook to stay and play with you, he allowed himself to really look at you.

He much preferred it when you wore his shirts to sleep, but as you hopped off the bed to rush to your dresser on the other side, he could definitely see the appeal of the little pajama set you chose. The top was made of a material so light that it framed your breasts prettily, making the swell of them quite obvious, and allowed the nipples to poke through. It ended just above your tail, so the strip of skin he was able to see was begging to be covered in kisses.

The shorts matched the top and Jungkook was positive you weren't wearing any underwear underneath as he could see the perfect roundness of your ass against the soft fabric. As you crouched down to open the last drawer of your dresser to pull out your box of toys, the shorts were pulled tight against your backside, the sewing line slipping between your cheeks.

By the time you made it back to the bed, Jungkook’s cock was half hard between his legs.

Instead of placing the heavy box between the two of you, you had quite a hard time moving around with it in your grasp so you could sit between his legs again, the box in front of the two of you. This time, you were pressed snug against his crotch, no doubt able to feel how hard he was.

Jungkook let you open your box of sex toys, pulling the lid away to reveal all of the dildos, vibrators, plugs, and accessories you had collected over the years. Some of them were made specifically for hybrid bunnies, others were the normal kind you could find on any sex-shop.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, Jungkook rested his hands on either side of your waist, right at the spot your top didn’t meet your bottom. His digits slowly slipped under your shirt as you crooned softly, enjoying his touches.

“What’s it gonna be, bun?” his lips dragged over your shoulder, moving to your neck, kissing under your jaw. “Which toy do you want to play with?”

“I don’t know–” you sighed and the man could feel you growing squirmy under his ministrations. Over your shoulder, he saw you reaching for a clear toy, long, with ridges and bumps and a larger mushroom shaped tip at the end. “Maybe this one?”

“That one doesn’t really do much, does it, baby?”

“You’re right.” you pouted, putting it to the side to rummage through the box. “Oh, I know! We haven’t–”

Your words were cut off as Jungkook’s hands moved higher up your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs softly rolling your hard nipples. You were so sensitive everywhere that you melted against his chest, soft moans slipping from your parted lips. Jungkook kissed your cheek, dragging his nose against it as he breathed you in.

“Lost your words, babygirl?” he teased you lowly, squeezing your breasts, pulling on your nipples. He felt so impossibly hard under his own sleeping shorts that he couldn’t help but run against your ass. “Tell daddy which one you want.”

“The purple one–” you sighed, but Jungkook laughed because more than half of your toys were purple or lilac. With half a brain to notice that, you specified: “The one you control.”

“Oh, that’s a fun one, isn’t it, baby?”

You were nodding, but as one of his hands slipped from under your shirt, you whined at the loss of contact. The one still on your chest pinched your nipple a little harder so you yelped and moaned, while he looked for the one you were asking for.

Out of the many toys you had, only one has a little remote control so that Jungkook could be part of the fun too. Not that watching you fuck yourself with any of the others wasn’t extremely fun for him regardless. It was the bottom of the box, inside a protective hard case to make sure it stayed out of harm's way.

Jungkook needed both hands to open the case and take out the toy, turning it on with the remote to make sure both were still charged. You held onto his arm, mouth latching onto it so you could nibble at his bicep while he checked.

The toy was purple and made of a velvety silicone, smooth to the touch. It kinda looked like a curved V, where the thickest part would go inside you and the smallest part would stay outside, pressed against your clit. The remote controlled both parts of the toy, in twelve levels of vibration and movements to bring you to orgasm over and over again. The internal part had a small silver area that would be pressed into your g-spot once it swell up and it let out tiny currents of electric shocks that didn’t hurt you at all, but made the sensations inside you all the more intense.

This was by far the most expensive toy you owned, a gift that he imported from Japan. It was made specifically for your species and sold out pretty fast. But, Jungkook being Jungkook, he liked to spoil you and went through great lengths to get it for you.

“Where’s your lube bottle, baby?” Jungkook asked as he placed the toy and the remote to the side so he could close the box and put it away, on the floor next to the bed.

“I don’t think I need it.” you giggled, rubbing your thighs together.

“What a dirty bun.” he mused, hands coming back to you. Tugging on your top, he asked: “Can we take this off?”

“Mhmm.” you nodded with a little squirm. “Take yours off, too, please. I want to feel you.”

Jungkook took his shirt off first, pulling it from his torso and throwing it to the side. He had been boxing and working out harder in preparation for today’s shoot, so he knew he looked his best. Granted, he always looked his best in your eyes, but he couldn’t help but notice you staring at him just a little harder as he walked around the house shirtless.

You lifted your arms promptly so he could drag your shirt from you as well, never one to shy away from showing off your body to him. You were comfortable in your own skin, and that made you irresistible to him.

“Come here, baby.” Jungkook placed your pillows against the headboard and settled against it, dragging you back so you’d lay against his chest. Naked back against his naked chest. He hooked a finger under the band of your shorts and let the elastic snap back against your skin. “This one needs to go too, don’t you think?”

“Uh-huh!”

You lifted your hips so Jungkook could pull your shorts down from your hips and you kicked it off the rest of the way, being left completely bare as you laid between his legs, skin against skin.

Two fingers hooked on your chin to make you look at Jungkook and his lips could press against yours. Softly at first, but soon growing heated as you parted your mouth for his tongue to meet yours. He kissed you slowly and deeply, lips dragging against each other’s and tongues clashing.

As you were distracted with his kiss, getting lost into it the sloppier it got, Jungkook planted his feet on the mattress, raising you on his lap. His hard cock, restrained by his shorts, was pressed firmly against your ass. Jungkook hooked your legs on either side of his, so as his knees parted you were spread on top of him, with not much leverage to move or a way to close them again.

You let out a small gasp at the movement, pulling back from his lips to lean your head against his shoulder, hands resting on his muscular thighs to find some sort of balance. Jungkook’s hands were touching your naked body freely, from your sides to your chest and your tummy. The more he explored you with firm touches, the more you squirmed on top of him, hips trying to move and entice him closer to where you needed him.

“Someone is impatient.” Jungkook chuckled next to your ear, tattooed hand dragging down your stomach. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me!” you mewled, but Jungkook’s hand stopped on your lower abdomen. Noticing your mistake, you tried to fix it: “Please, daddy… Please touch me? I’m so wet, don’t you want to feel it?”

“You better watch that little mouth, bun.”

He warned you, but continued his descent until his hand cupped your whole pussy. You sighed in relief as he grabbed it a little harder, palm pressing against your clit. And you were right, Jungkook didn’t think you’d need any hybrid-friendly lube as you felt so fucking wet under his fingers.

“Fuck, look at this…” he mused mockingly, two of his fingers slipping between your folds to swipe at your slick. Jungkook raised his hand to show you how much of the sticky mess was stuck to his digits. “You’re always so wet for me, aren’t you? So ready to be fucked over and over again. Any time of the day, aren’t you bun?”

“Yeah, always ready for you–” you were nodding as you held his wrist and brought it closer to your face.

Before your lips could latch onto his fingers, Jungkook brought them into his own mouth to taste you. You were always so fucking sweet for him, he had never tasted anyone as delicious as you. He could eat you up and devour you whole.

“Ready for the toy?” he asked, reaching for the remote to turn it on on the lowest setting; for now.

“Yes please!”

You were nodding enthusiastically, eager and ready. When Jungkook reached for the toy, he could feel it vibrating softly under his fingertips. The man brought it to your middle, gently dragging the thickest part between your folds, parting it with its girth, slicking it up with your juices. As he dragged it over your clit, over and over again, letting you feel it buzzing, you moaned a little whinier and your nails sunk in on his thighs.

His free hand was holding you in place on top of his, palming at your breasts, squeezing them, playing with your hardened nipples. Your body was jolting slightly the more he rubbed the blunt tip of the toy on your clit and you whined as he moved it down to your clenching hole.

“Big breath for me, bun.”

“I want it…”

You still did what he asked, relaxing in his hold so he could push the widest part of the toy into you, parting your walls and stretching you out. He really wished you were in his bedroom right now, where he could look at the mirror in front of his bed so he could see the way the purple toy slipped inside your tight pussy.

Jungkook made sure it was well positioned inside of you and that the outside part was lodged against your clit. Pushing your hair out of the way, his lips were against your cheek as he asked lowly and raspy:

“Does it feel good, hm?”

“So good, daddy, fuck–” you whined, back arching as Jungkook took the remote control and turned the level up with two clicks. “Oh my god.”

“You sound so good when you moan like that.” he groaned, dick twitching uncomfortably. “Drives me fucking crazy.”

“Daddy…” you whined harder, on purpose, just to tease him.

Jungkook closed his knees again, holding your thighs in his big hands to keep your legs shut. You could feel the vibrations a lot stronger like this and Jungkook used the hold he had on you to rub you on his lap, against his erection, both of you moaning together as he rutted up against your ass cheeks. It couldn’t be the most comfortable feeling, his sleep shorts rubbing against your skin, but if it hurt you, you’d let him know.

“Think you can cum like this, baby? Untouched?”

“Yes, it feels so good…” you cried out and Jungkook took the remote again to press it up two more times. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–!”

“What a dirty mouth.” Jungkook dropped the remote and rested your legs on top of his, still keeping them closed, but leaving his hands free to touch you. “Open.”

Jungkook watched you with pride in his chest as you instantly obeyed him. He watched your eyes shut and your jaw drop, staying like that as he gathered your hair in a messy ponytail to get it out of the way and he could kiss a wet trail from your neck to your cheek. As one of his hands kept the hold on your hair, the other slipped two fingers into your mouth.

Obedient as ever, you kept your mouth open, letting his fingers explore your mouth, the inside of your cheeks, pressing down on your tongue, slipping them to the back of your throat. You gagged softly, a whiny sound that went straight to his aching cock. The louder your moans grew, the closer he knew you were getting to your orgasm; the first of many as far as he was concerned.

“That’s it, bun, let go… Cum for me, hm? Let me see you make a mess–”

“Jungkook, oh my fuck…”

You started to tremble on top of him, with full body shudders as your hips moved against his cock over and over again, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Maybe Jungkook could cum untouched too, as you looked and sounded so beautiful and so sexy, all pliant and vulnerable and so utterly his.

“Fuck, can you turn it down a little?” you whined as the vibrations continued, pressing against your sweet spot and your swollen clit.

“Don’t think I want to, bun, you sound so good like this.” he denied you, hands moving from your hips to your chest to cup your breasts and give you all new sensations. “Tell me your safeword.”

“Easter.”

“Do you need to use it?”

“No.” you cried out, squeezing his thighs a little higher. “But I want to suck your cock… Don’t think I can do it with the toy this hard.”

“Fuck, is that right, baby?” Jungkook’s hips trusted up once more before reaching for the control to turn it back down from 5 to 2. “Want to have your pretty mouth as filled as your pussy?”

“Please, daddy, can I have your cock?”

“When you’re asking it so cutely, how can I say no to you?”

Jungkook dropped his legs back down against the mattress, so you could move and do whatever you wanted. Instead of going straight for his cock, you turned around and straddled his lap, searching for his mouth. You held his neck with small hands and Jungkook let you kiss you how you wanted. He followed your lead, tongue dragging over yours as you licked into his mouth.

You positioned yourself right above his cock, gently rocking your hips to rub the outer part of the toy on him, making Jungkook wish it was just a little higher so he could feel more of it. His hands grabbed at the globes of your ass as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, your smaller one slipping into his hair to tug and squeeze.

“I love you so much, daddy.” you moaned against his lips and Jungkook’s heart did a fucking thing. “You’re all mine, right?”

“Hmm, only yours, bun.” he agreed easily, heart swelling, cock throbbing, fingers pressing down on your ass cheeks. “Never want anyone else.”

“Forever?” you pressed your hips harder and although the firmness of the toy wasn’t the most enjoyable thing in the world, the vibrations and you made it worth it. He could feel your desperation and your neediness as you pleaded: “You promise?”

“Yeah, baby. I promise I only want you.” he nodded, bitten lips dragging over yours. It should be scary how much he meant those words, but it wasn’t.

The scary part was the very real fact that you weren’t able to promise that back. Not when you hadn’t found your mate yet; which was a very real thing in the hybrid world. Jungkook had been lucky enough so far, that you had never ran into that someone –another hybrid– that would cloud all of your thoughts and leave no space for him.

Because he knew that humans couldn’t be mates to a hybrid, that’s not how your nature worked. One day someone else would come along and take you from him. Maybe not physically, he would always be your legal guardian, but he wouldn’t be able to touch you like this anymore, you’d reject anyone that wasn’t your mate.

He understood it, really. And he wasn’t selfish enough to wish for you to never meet them, he didn’t want to lock you up inside and stop you from living your life by his side just because there was a very real possibility that you would meet them. Jungkook didn’t want you to live with that missing piece of you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you pulled away from his lips. “Why are you getting upset?”

“Not upset, baby.” he assured you with a soft smile, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Just overwhelmed.”

“Overwh–” you blinked slowly, as if the word was too big or too hard for you to make sense of it. Jungkook thought it was cute. You were really fucking smart, but whenever you were so lost in your pleasure like this, your primal side came out and you relied on instincts more than thoughts.

“Means I feel really good.” he lied, but what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you. He dragged his nose against yours, asking: “Keep going, hm?”

You nodded in agreement and started to kiss down his neck and his collarbones, mouth opening and closing against his heated skin as you licked him. With glossy eyes behind thick lashes, you asked:

“Bite?”

“Yeah, baby, you can bite.”

You chirped and crooned, happy as ever as you dragged your lips to his chest and softly bit at his pec. While preparing for this photoshoot, Jungkook had been stopping you from biting him, not wanting to have his body covered in love bites. He wouldn’t have that problem anymore from now on.

Your lips covered his chest as your teeth dragged against his skin. Your hands were roaming up and down his stomach, movements that half copied the ones the woman from the shoot had done, as if you were trying to cover any last traces of her with your own.

With one hand on the back of your head, his other looked for the remote control as you were distracted with licking around his nipple. He wasn’t as sensitive as you, but the feeling of your wet tongue playing with the bud was enough to make more pre-cum stain his shorts.

As you moved lower and lower on his body, biting at every bump of his carefully crafted eight pack, hands already on his thighs, Jungkook felt up for the remote control with the pad of his thumb until he found the button he wanted. It was the biggest one, round and right in the middle.

Pressing it once made a shock wave hit your g-spot from the toy and your body jolted as you arched your back and moaned out with parted lips and closed eyes. When you looked at him again, you were pouting.

“Daddy, stop distracting– fuck!” you tried to stop him, but Jungkook pressed the same button twice more.

“Sorry, babygirl, for a minute there it sounded like you were telling me what to do.” he grinned as your eyes were filling with water and your pupils were so blown out all he could see was black.

“No, daddy, I wasn’t–” you shook your head, giving his lower stomach little kisses as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Just going to suck you off. That’s nice, right? I’m being good.”

“Are you? Because you keep saying that but I am yet to feel your mouth on my cock.”

You were being cute and he was being harsh, but you both loved that. Jungkook brought his left hand to the back of his head as he watched you, and his right one rested on top of his stomach as he grasped the remote control. He clicked on the button to bring the buzzing one level up and you didn’t complain this time, but you did moan.

Still, there was a new fire behind your eyes, as if you were using your frustration to move you to hook your hands on the band of his sleep shorts so you could pull it off. Jungkook lifted his hips to help you out, cock impossibly hard and swollen bouncing up when freed and resting under his belly button.

“Your cock is so pretty.” you whined happily, taking him from the base and bringing him to an upright position. “It’s all sticky…”

“Mhmm, you did that yourself, bun.” he groaned as you left little kisses along his shaft. “You made daddy’s cock all hard and messy. Shouldn’t you take care of it?”

“Yes, thank you.” you nodded, too fucking cute for someone about to have a fat cock down her throat.

You brought your lips to his tip, giving it wet kisses as your tongue swiped around it, sucking the pre-cum that was covering it and leaving trails of your own spit in its place. You started humming, as if you appreciated the taste, taking the head into your mouth as your pretty, shiny lips wrapped around it.

Your mouth was so warm and so wet, Jungkook couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip as moans of his own fought to get out. Of course you still heard him, with those perceptive ears of yours, and suckled harder as if challenging him to keep quiet.

But two could play that game as he pressed on the button to shock you again. Your hips rutted on air, you were probably clenching like crazy around the toy and once more Jungkook wished to have a mirror so he could see it.

You pulled off of him to suck on your tongue and pucker your lips to spit on his cock, making it nice and slippery as your fisted hand spread it all the way to the base, stroking him up and down slowly as your hips kept moving back and forth in the air.

“Do you want more, baby-bun?” he cooed and you nodded, so he pressed the button of the vibrations again. Your lips parted and your hand squeezed him just a little tighter. “Is that nice?”

“So nice, daddy– I can cum again like this.” you told him through a whine, changing your position.

You sat down with your legs spread so your ass was against the mattress, pushing the toy deeper and pressing it harder against your clit. Then you lowered your top half so you could continue to suck him off as you rolled your hips to fuck yourself with the toy.

You just looked so hot, getting lost in how good you were feeling, while making Jungkook feel good in return that it was a bit mind numbing.

Your lips were wrapped tight against his cock as you pushed more and more into your mouth, sucking him in, hollowing your cheeks, moving your tongue around him. You looked nothing short of perfect, stroking whatever you couldn’t fit, moaning around him as you felt the new shocks the toy was sending directly to your sweet spot.

Small tears were slipping from your eyes as you pushed more of him into your mouth, all the way to the back forcing yourself to take him past that nice constriction. Your jaw open wide and Jungkook felt the tightness of your throat as you swallowed around him, bringing him closer and closer to his own relief.

“Fuck, that’s it, bun… Your mouth is so good.” he praised and your hips rutted faster and faster with the toy lodged into your pussy. “Bet you’re making such a mess of yourself, too, hm?”

You were nodding as you pulled off of him, strings of spit sticking to your chin and connecting you to him as you swivel your hips this way and that to get yourself off. Your hand didn’t stop stroking his cock, albeit a little sloppily, so Jungkook started to thrust into your hand, pace going a little slower as your mouth got back to work.

Both of your hands were on him as he fucked himself into the tightness of your fists and your lips wrapped around him to suck and lick him into his end. When you were moaning as your new high was approaching, Jungkook couldn’t hold back anymore. As one of your hands flicked and twisted under his head repetitively as you moaned around his tip, Jungkook barely had time to warn you before he was spilling his seed inside your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and his release tipped off your own.

Jungkook let the toy buzz and buzz as you swallowed everything he was giving you, tears streaming down your pretty face as your body trembled. A third orgasm was torn out of you as the toy vibrated faster and the little shocks were shot from the toy. So hard that it gushed out of you in squirts and your pussy pushed the toy out of your clenching hole.

You were about to fall, body limp, so Jungkook took you in his arms before you had the chance to slip. You were crying and trembling all over, clinging to Jungkook for real life as you breathed hard and heavy.

“Shhh, baby, I’m here.” he cooed, pushing your hair away from your sweaty and flushed face, kissing your forehead. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”

“Good–” you said, hiding your face in his neck. “A-nd daddy?”

“Daddy’s good, bun-bun.” he squeezed you harder into his chest. “Really good.”

You stayed in his arm until your breathing evened out, body relaxing as sleep took over you. Jungkook was sure you even took a nap in his chest for a few minutes as he scratched behind your ears, but he let you. He’d wake you up and make you shower before carrying you into his bedroom so you’d sleep in his arms.

Tomorrow he might tell you how he really felt, confess the love in his chest that was growing too big to hold in anymore.

But for tonight, he’d hold you like the most important thing in his life.

For tonight, he’d love you quietly and secretly.