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ggukkieisintominnie · 8 months
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⚠️*FAKE SUBS*⚠️
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hopeinthebox · 2 years
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next thing you know they're holding hands
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lolabangtan · 2 years
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STAY | 12
Right when you finally get to fuck Jungkook, the world seems willing anything to get in your way.
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Word count: 12k
Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, horny people.
# sub!Jungkook, edging, dry humping, dirty talking, protected vaginal sex, soft dom!reader, body worshipping, hair pulling, begging, nipple play, noona kink, whiny Kook again 😭, kinda inexperienced!Jungkook, kisses and smooches, romantic sex, praise kink.
A/N: I added a jelly scene to quench your thirsts. Also, there’s a Paul Rudd and a Parks and Recreation reference, can you spot it?
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Something soft and warm presses against his cheek. It feels wet, but not exactly damp – rather moisty, at most. And so, so warm, his stomach clenches when it moves down to his lips and chin, peppering caresses. Nails raking through his hair, he lets out a pleased groan, still sunk into a drowsy state.
“Noona…”
Your chuckle vibrates against the skin of his neck. “Yes, baby?”
Jungkook finally manages to open his eyes; your warm presence behind him lets him know it’s you, but he kind of could recognise your strokes, the sweetness of your ministrations.
You fell asleep on the couch at some point before the movie even ended. The blanket still covers the both of you, shielding the mess in his pants of which he becomes annoyingly aware the second he tries to stir on the furniture. Taehyung’s snores come from the other couch, and someone you recognise as Namjoon is asleep on the floor, making you chuckle.
“Good morning,” he mumbles, trying to turn over to face you, and you smile with your chest pumped up in joy. “Did you, uh, sleep well?”
He looks so endearing right now, with his hair all dishevelled after a good sleep, eyes still half-hooded as they try to get used to the light. You’ve tasted Jungkook, and now you don’t think you can help yourself.
“A-ah, hm, I—” Jungkook closes his eyes when you throw yourself onto his neck, ready to kiss and peck and nibble and bite to your heart’s content. His hands travel to your waist in an attempt to ground himself, fearing he’ll fly away and change dimensions as you leave blossoming marks all over the skin of his neck.
“You’re delicious, bunny, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough—”
You cut yourself off to free your mouth; no need to waste it with useless babbling when you may as well be kissing him.
But he doesn’t chase your lips when you pull back; instead, Jungkook stares up at you with those eyes that you love so much, a soft smile on his lips. His thumb moves to stroke your cheek, brushing a rebellious strand of hair out of your face, and something inside of you shivers.
There’s so much adoration on his fingertips.
And then he just bursts out in laughter, clear and coming from the heart, the kind of laugh that makes him shut his eyes and scrunch his nose. Suddenly, a heavy weight falls off your shoulders, off your belly, down your throat to the pit of your stomach, where it dies and is pushed out back as a laugh. You feel light as a feather, ready to take the entire world between your arms.
Jungkook is still giggling when he says, “Look at us, who would’ve thought?” You shake your head. “Not me…”
Then he finally nuzzles your neck, chest pushing yours. Jungkook feels warm to the touch over his clothes, earthy and cosy and mellow, cuddling you with his soft cheek pressed against your heart.
You kiss the top of his head, and he melts into you.
You stay in silence for a couple of minutes, your nails raking through his hair as his warmth seeps into you; like a charger, it soothes something inside of you, something that was exhausted and has finally got the chance to close its eyes. That is before an annoyingly loud slurping breaks the quiet.
“Hey, are you awake?” You reluctantly open your eyes to see Ari standing in front of the couch, sipping one of your mixed juice bricks. “I’m hungry, want food, need nutrients.”
“We’re still asleep,” Jungkook murmurs, burying his face between your boobs.
Then Ari tilts her head, staring at the two of you with a smitten smile – until it turns into a frown, and she kicks Jungkook in the butt out of the blue.
“Ouch—!”
“You!” she cuts him off with a bark. “I’m happy to see you’ve made up, but I swear, if you ever hurt her again, you jerk, I’ll make your ass my kicking bag! Do you even know she literally sobbed her face off—?”
Your face lights up in embarrassment, and you throw a cushion at her – which she proficiently dodges. “Shut the fuck up! God—” But you meet Jungkook’s eyes in an attempt to avoid any visual contact, and he’s smiling up at you. “D-don’t listen to her, I didn’t cry or anything—” And then his arms tighten around you before he leaves a kiss on your shoulder, still not uttering a word.
“I’ll be waiting for my breakfast, peasants,” Ari lets out before vanishing into your room.
Alone again, you feel Jungkook squeeze you tighter. His hot breath hits your neck, tickling you. Amidst the newly returned silence, his closeness is healing. You could perfectly go back to sleep.
Until he whines, “Noona…”
“Yes?”
“I…” There’s a precious, adorable pout on his lips as Jungkook looks up at you. “I need to get changed— I feel so weird down there.”
Oh, true. Last night you jerked him off over his underwear until he came all over himself – you had nearly forgotten, uh – so, leaning on your elbow to straighten up, you lift the blanket to the height of his hips and see that the mess is indeed still there. It didn’t disappear overnight.
“Oh, no, bunny,” you say with faked shock, “look!”
Jungkook’s blush worsens, and he looks both mortified and turned on.
But you don’t tease him further. Instead, you wrap the blanket around his hips and rush him into the bathroom before everyone else wakes up, telling him to wait for you there. Then you get up, rub your eyes, and head to your bedroom to fetch clean clothes to change into. You spot a half-naked Jimin snoring in your bed, a sight that quickly makes you roll your eyes – and consider going for a change of sheets as well.
Once you’re done, you come back and knock at the bathroom door. “It’s me, can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
His voice comes out muffled by the shower, but it ceases as you walk in and close the door behind you; Jungkook is already wrapping a towel around his hips when you leave the neatly folded pile of clothes next to the sink.
“That was more than a quick shower.”
“It’s early, so the water’s still freezing,” he replies as he steps out of the tray, but you’re too busy eyeing him up and down. “Like what you see, noona?”
Huh, a couple of kisses and a hand job – and he’s this cocky already.
You cock an eyebrow and flash a smirk at him. “I’d like it even better if I could see the whole thing.”
Jungkook’s fingers subconsciously brush the flimsy knot of his towel, almost as if giving it a thought, but then he grins again. His heart is beating so fast it almost hurts, blood running through his veins and making him dizzy with excitement. You’re always a box of surprises, he never knows what kind of treat he’ll get from your reactions.
Only that you drive him crazy.
“So,” he begins, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he supposedly tries to fold it, “you had a crush on me, noona? That’s embarrassing.”
At your silence, he carelessly drops the garment on the counter to corner you with his arms. Leaning in, his lips leave a weightless kiss on your chin, moving up to one cheek and then the other. You, however, remain relentlessly silent, merely watching. Your eyes on him send shivers down his spine.
It’s not until he kisses your neck with his frozen lips, his cold hands sneaking under your shirt, that you react, fleeing from the freezing contact; his palms might warm up at your expense, but you make your hand slither all the way up to his nape to make him look up.
“You know, Jungkook” – his name leaving your lips in that firm, warning tone of yours is as thrilling as he thought it’d be – “that this will have consequences, don’t you?”
And he melts into you at your words. “Shit, I hope so.”
With a jerky tug, you bring him up to your lips for a hard kiss. Teeth nibbling his lip before they move to the side to explore his jaw and neck, Jungkook shudders and moves his arms off the counter to hug you instead, seeking a firmer hold. A desperate whimper leaves him when you brush your lips together, barely touching and breathing his air, just to suck on his tongue again.
“Noona, fuck, n-noona,” he gasps into your mouth, “touch me, please—”
You sink your teeth into his shoulder. “You’re always so needy, bunny… I’m sure you’d get hard just with my kisses, huh?”
As if trying to prove your words to be true, Jungkook’s hips buck onto your tummy, the tent under the towel already visible. Your eager boy, he’s so precious, so reactive to your touch, so vocal— he drives you fucking crazy.
“And yet you were teasing me just a minute ago,” you grunt in his ear as you fiddle with the knot.
Jungkook lets go of your swollen lips to stare at you, pupils twinkling in pure adoration. His hands cup your cheeks to lean in for another kiss, this time softer, as his body melts into yours. I’m sorry, noona, you hear come out of them, the tone almost mockingly innocent. He knows perfectly well what he was doing, and he’s going to learn his lesson – by hook or by crook. You’re just not too sure which one he will like better.
“Do you think I didn’t know you had a crush on me too, baby?” you ask with a grin, and Jungkook blushes instantly. “So dirty, getting the hots for your roommate— was it a fantasy of yours?”
All guys fantasise about screwing their flatmate. Ari’s voice sounds faded in the distance.
“N-no, it— it wasn’t like that,” he blurts out.
With his eyes wide open in mortified panic, you know you’ve unveiled a dirty secret of his. Maybe it wasn’t so from the very beginning – and you will never know, probably – but judging by the way his voice has gone high-pitched, you can tell there is at least some truth in it.
“Did you ever spy on me in the shower or something?” you tease him.
“No!” he rushes to say. “I’d never do that!”
“Really? You never wanted to know how I’d look completely naked, dripping under the running water?” Jungkook goes tense against you, gripping the counter edge instead; touching you isn’t exactly the best idea right now that he’s fighting the urge to hump you like a dog. “Maybe I’ve even touched myself thinking about the cute bunny I share a flat with—”
He looks up at you astonished.
“You… have?”
A bit embarrassed but completely turned on, you whisper to his ear, “A couple of times, yeah.”
His cock twitches, covered by the thick towel and otherwise pressed against your navel. You can’t see it, but it’s leaking so much, dripping precum, smearing it against the fabric.
“Sit down,” you grunt, pushing him away. Jungkook stumbles back until his ass is seated on the toilet, and you straddle his lap without pulling your lips away from his. “That’s it, good boy…” He shudders between your arms and kisses you back – or tries to. “So hard and ready, aren’t you? Could just throw away this stupid towel and fucking milk you dry.”
As if trying to prove your words, you roll your hips down against his bulge. The friction makes him mewl, twist his neck to the side, and grab your waist to ground himself. Your faces grow hot simultaneously as the tension coils in your stomachs.
“This— this is exactly what I’d think about, bunny,” you pant against his lips, fingers tugging at his wet hair. “Fucking myself with a toy, thinking it was you—”
He’s gritting his teeth, you’re afraid he might hurt himself. “Fuck! God, noona, n-noona!”
Jungkook’s practically crying out for you by now.
“I-I could hear you,” he then whispers, breathless and overwhelmed by the growing pleasure in his stomach, making him curl his toes. “Every time you did, I could hear you. And— and I couldn’t help— fuck, noona, sorry, but I-I couldn’t…”
Your face is burning, hot blood running through your veins, pumped up by lust. “You couldn’t help what?”
“I couldn’t help p-playing with myself—”
“Oh” – you let out a moan of pure arousal, shoving your hips harder and faster against his clothed cock – “fucking hell, bunny, I’m gonna fuck you right here, fuck your pretty cock until—”
You suddenly hear a thud, heavy steps stampeding your way, and someone starts banging on the door, chanting, “WE! DEMAND! BREAKFAST!” It’s Ari’s voice. Jungkook pulls away from you, ignoring the tears already rolling down his cheeks; just one more minute and he’ll be coming against the fabric of the towel. “Come out!”
“We’ll finish this later,” you whisper in his ear after you groan, totally annoyed that your stupid friends ruined the mood. “One fucking second, we’re coming!”
“Jungkook sure is— ouch!”
Ignoring Jungkook’s grimace of horror as his cheeks turn red, embarrassed by the fact that he was loud enough for them to hear. But then you lean in for a kiss that feels as tender as it could get, and your soft hands cupping his face manage to calm him down.
“I better feed the gremlins before they eat us instead,” you tell him with a smile.
He doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re too far from him to reach, and you walk out so that he can change peacefully.
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“So, I told her that she was a bitch for selling me out. How could she! After passing her my notes the— hey! Are you even listening?”
Ari turns to you, arms crossed to show how offended she is that you’re not paying attention to her story. But you don’t even notice that she’s noticed, too busy kissing Jungkook and kneading his waist over his shirt while you wait in line at the coffee shop down the street.
“Uh-huh.” Jimin’s finally back from the restroom. “I think we’ve got some competition, mommy…”
“Order for Y/N!”
At the barista’s call, you finally turn around to fetch your coffee.
Jungkook follows you to the counter even though he hasn’t ordered anything for himself – this might be the last chance he’ll have to be with you until the evening, once you’re back from work and he’s off practice. But then again, he’s meeting Jimin later since he needs his hyung’s help for some assignment, and there’s this party the team has been annoyingly adamant about throwing.
So, of course, Jungkook can’t just stop kissing you, the next hours will be the worst of his life. Besides, you won’t stop reminding him of how well you’ll fuck him as soon as you get the chance.
Your fingers intertwine with his on your way out.
“Don’t we have time for a little nap on the lawn?” Ari asks, walking ahead of you with Jimin, as she turns around to the two of you. “I don’t wanna rush the coffee down my throat. And we’ve got Wang now; she’s always late!”
“I’ll drop Jungkook at his class and go straight to Wang’s,” you reply, coffee already half-vanished from your cup.
You leave your friends behind and head to the main building. His fingers are still locked with yours, hot and a bit sweaty due to the early summer heat. But you don’t really care, because holding hands never felt so good – even if your mind is clouded by thoughts of him naked and whimpering underneath you.
“A penny for your thoughts?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as you walk down the hall.
He noticed you were engrossed in your thoughts. Most times he wouldn’t even bother to ask, knowing he’s not one to inquire someone as to why they’re zoning out, but Jungkook did feel the way your grip on him tightened.
But you only chuckle, tilting your chin with a playful grin. “Oh, you’ll need more than that. A penny and an ID, at least.”
“Ah…” Jungkook tries to fight a smile. “But we’re in public, noona…”
“That didn’t stop me last night, did it?”
The two of you stop in front of the door of his lecture hall; there’s a wave of students mindlessly walking past you, chatting, laughing, cheered up by the so-awaited nice weather. It’s sunny out, beams of white light coming through the high windows into the busy halls. Summer’s coming and everyone is starting to feel it in their bodies.
He lets go of you, wiping his hand on his pants. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit too sweaty—” And someone bumps into his back mid-sentence, apologising immediately as it pushes Jungkook against you. “Soobin-ah! Watch where you’re going, I almost crushed—”
“Noona!” the boy chirps. “I didn’t see you.”
“Hi there.”
“Hm, one of the team’s hyungs is throwing a party tonight, are you coming?” Jungkook frowns, eyes continuously shifting from you to his teammate as he tries to process the scene. “Last one was a fail.”
“Yeah, we’re totally coming.”
Soobin’s eyes darken as he notices the presence of your boyfriend. “Ah, hey. Didn’t know you were there. Um, so you two are still together, noona? I heard around you had broken up. Cool to know you haven’t, though!” That’s the last straw for Jungkook; he pouts and looks at you to understand why you’re being so cool about this. He’s literally hitting on you, and you’re answering so casually to his offensive questions. “Yeah, so… see you around?”
You wave your hand at Soobin to say goodbye, watching him go back to his friends, who were waiting for him a few feet away, and vanish down the corridor.
“Noona!” Jungkook whines as soon as his enemy is gone.
“Yeah, bunny?”
Yeah, bunny? Is that all you’ve got to say? But you notice that this little conversation with Soobin upset him, so you circle him and cup his cheeks, leaning in for a kiss. Jungkook is a bit stubborn at first to give in, but he loves your kisses too much.
“You don’t ever need to get jealous, baby,” you whisper against his lips, nails raking through his hair. “You’re all I want.”
Maybe you uttered those words without much thought, looking only to comfort him – but it lights something up in his guts, something that is so warm it sends shivers down to his toes and up to his spine. A feeling of belonging is all Jungkook has ever wanted. And he found it within your arms.
Just the thought that he might lose you to someone else drives him crazy.
“I mean it,” you repeat as if you knew he’s sulking about it. Your hands find his cheeks, and you pull Jungkook down for a tender kiss, merely a brush of lips against each other. “You don’t know how happy I am that my stupid car broke down.”
And maybe it was that you finally addressed the topic he had been so much dreading to even think about; the bet, the fact that you’re not truly dating, how blurred the lines of your relationship would be from now on – but he kisses you deeper, breathing heavily through his nose, and crumbles down against your shoulders in a tight hug.
“Oh, no, baby— don’t cry!”
You can’t help letting out a small laugh, rather from surprise than from finding it actually amusing. Placing a kiss on the crown of his head, you let him melt into your arms for a bit longer.
His professor walks past you to walk into the classroom, glancing at you. “Kookie, you should go in or you’ll be late.”
“Don’t wanna,” he lets out against your shoulder, voice muffled.
“You are such a big baby!” Your giggles, which are now genuine, make him shake over you, and Jungkook looks up with his eyes still a bit teary. A twinkle of curiosity kindles in them when you press your lips against his ear. “Be good and noona will treat you very well tonight.”
The only thing that delays his entry into the classroom is the string of desperate kisses that Jungkook leaves on your lips between ‘thank you’s and sweet nothings.
The rest of the day passes terribly slowly. You only meet Ari in one of your last classes, and you don’t even get a chance to sit together; when you arrive, there are only a couple of empty seats scattered around the classroom.
After a long hour of listening to Mass Persuasion and Propaganda, you walk back to the quad.
“What time do you go to work?” she asks you as she puts on her sunglasses. “We could meet at your place when you’re back to get ready for Chan’s party.”
“Sure,” you murmur.
Your phone buzzes, and you take it out to see it’s a text from Jungkook:
[Thursday, 2:08 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: Missing you noona 😢
“So…” You were probably staring down at your phone and smiling like an idiot because Ari is smugly putting her arm around your shoulders. “Jungkookie and you made up, huh? Can’t say I’m not happy— but is it for good this time?”
Your smile widens. “I’m pretty sure it is, yeah.”
She’s happy for you, radiant; she had wanted to see you like this for so long, loves that you’re excited and passionate about things again. It’s not all because of Jungkook, Ari does understand that, but he’s played a key role. And she’s not happy just because you’re back at sharing your feelings with her, she’s also glad that you’re… embracing them.
In some way, you’re healing. It feels like she can breathe again.
[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Me too, bunny.
[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Can’t wait to see you tonight ❤️❤️
[Thursday, 2:11 PM] You: So, behave.
You turn off the screen of your phone, too jittery to wait for a response; your body is bubbling up with hormones, it’d be just like pointlessly putting it to torture.
[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😳
[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😏
Okay, you swear you’ll put your phone down for good this time. It’s just so hard to resist the urge to keep texting him through his way to practice – and tease him endlessly telling him what you’ll do to him as soon as you’re alone.
Jesus, you are thirsty.
Although you try to say goodbye to Ari, she decides that she will drive you to work as Jungkook needs his car to get home afterwards. You agree, as you’d rather not spend so much money on cabs, and you just spend the whole commute singing off-key and making references to videos that only the two of you find funny.
Honestly, your shift could have gone by a bit quicker, but you know you’re to blame for that; daydreaming about tonight as the club is pretty much empty isn’t really the best way to focus on work.
After five and a half long hours, your relief shift arrives. You get changed back into your normal clothes in the blink of an eye, and you run so as not to miss the bus home. You hate the deprecated bus line in the city, but this time you have no choice, and you don’t have the time to walk home either.
By the time you get home, Ari’s sitting next to your building’s doorway, mindlessly scrolling down her phone.
“Oh my goodness! I thought you got kidnapped, what took you so long?”
You shrug as you take out your keys. “I missed the bus, and the next one took fifteen minutes. And it’s still technically rush hour.”
“Jeez,” she lets out, “you need your car back ASAP.”
“No, I just need Jungkook’s!” you whine instead and open the door. You let her walk in first so that you can close it behind you, and Ari takes off her jacket and drops her purse on the couch. “It feels like I haven’t seen him in ages.”
Ari smiles fondly at you. “Sometimes it just feels like that, doesn’t it? Like a lifetime isn’t enough.”
The two of you head to your room; Jungkook hasn’t really moved out completely, and the few things he took out during his ghosting days were put back in your room this very morning. ‘For the sake of conveniency’, he said, but you know he’s just as eager as you are to just get close together. Not that you’re complaining – sharing a room and a bed definitely has its perks.
You’re just yet to find out, ugh.
“Okay!” Ari suddenly comes back with two beers. “So, it’s time to decide what we’ll wear. I’m pretty confident about my choice, though.”
Getting for a party used to be one of your favourite things to do in the whole world; picking the outfit, the overall vibe, the makeup, singing and laughing with your friends, having a drink or two to get pumped up. Now, maybe you’ve come back to being rather fond of it.
Six beers, three half-failed outfits, and many giggles later, you’re ready to go; it’s half-past nine, so Taehyung will be on his way already to pick you up. Chan’s throwing the party at his father’s, where you’ll have the freedom to make as much noise as you feel like. It does sound promising, and you can’t deny you’re excited.
At Tae’s text, you come down, and you arrive at the house not long after.
The muffled music vibrates across the walls and windows, beams of coloured light peeking through the glass. You can hear the chaotic mix of voices, singing or screaming, as you walk in.
“I’m gonna go and look for the others!” Taehyung says to your ear, and you nod. “You could get some drinks!”
Nodding your head, Ari and you head hand-to-hand to one of the tables while he disappears into the dancing crowd. Once you spot a bunch of bottles, she makes a silly happy dance, and you get on with the drinks, chuckling softly at her antics.
“God, I wanna dance!” Ari groans.
With a drink secured between your fingers, she drags you to the mass of people, already moving her body to the song blasting. You follow her without a single thought in your head, and your body kind of imitates her; the music’s too good, and you’re in a good mood, so you can’t help but dance along with her. This is the first time in a while that being surrounded by strangers feels encouraging and not like a nightmare.
The two of you keep shifting from dancing to getting another drink for an hour or so. Some people you know passed by and said hello, complimented your outfit, and said you should hang out sometime. Even Chan drops by at some point on his way to the bathroom.
“Shouldn’t Tae have found the guys by now?” you suddenly ask Ari when the host leaves.
But she just shrugs. “Am I not enough, babygurl?” she whines then, pouting. You don’t listen, though, because someone precious has entered your view; your eyes fix on Jungkook, standing with a cup in his hand as he quietly listens to one of Jimin’s rants. A soft smile appears on your lips. “— sounds like fun, huh?”
“Uh?” You raise your head. “Sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.”
Ari crosses her arms and frowns.
“I was just saying— I saw Soobin and some other guys from the swim club playing King’s cup. We could join them!”
“King’s cup…? Sure.”
Yes, you want to be with Jungkook, but it probably is for the best to let him be on his own for now, let him be with his friends and get used to the party at his own pace. You know things like this overwhelm him easily, so you’ll go and pester him with cuddles and kisses once he’s comfortable.
Soobin’s eyes light up when the two of you approach the group. When he makes room for you next to him, they restart the game, and you wait until it’s your turn to pick up a card. After a while, the common cup gets filled three times, and of course, you pick up the fourth king.
“Ha? No way I’m drinking that!” you cry out. Soobin laughs a bit too loudly, but your pout eventually encourages him to drink it for you. “What are you—? Oh my God, Soobin!” Everyone bursts out in laughter, either because of your complaints or because of his face when he drank it. “I can’t believe you just did that!”
But you’re laughing too, you really can’t help it – the poor boy made the biggest face of disgust you’ve ever seen. Naturally, it was a mix of heavily charged drinks with different sodas.
It probably tasted like shit.
You rub his shoulder to comfort him. “You didn’t have to do that for me, really! I could’ve handled it—”
“But I want noona to have a good time!” he whines.
“You just want to look like a big boy in front of her,” one of the teammates teases him, and Soobin turns red. “Hey, Y/N, don’t let him patronise you again! Man up and gulp that shit down!”
“Oh boy, you can count on that!”
One of the boys picks up the cards to shuffle them again and then places them in the centre of the table, making sure there are enough drinks for everybody. Meanwhile, Soobin has been telling you about his achievements in the club while you listen attentively; he’s a good guy, and you like him, even if he’s a bit of a bigmouth sometimes.
When you turn your card over, you are greeted by the ace of hearts. Everyone cheers and drinks.
Beside you, Soobin is staring blankly into the corner of the large room. You take advantage of the other rounds to ask him if something is wrong, but he can’t hear you over the blasting music, so you lean into him to ask again.
“I was just wondering, noona—” Next to him, Ari finishes her drink and lets out a satisfied breath. “Are you really into Jungkook?”
Apart from the fact that he was talking louder for you to hear him, the group had also gone quiet, waiting for Soobin to gulp down his mandatory drink. Ari’s eyes widen at his question, but perhaps not as much as yours – you’re completely taken aback, not only by the question but also by how shamelessly he asked it.
“Sorry?”
“Don’t get me wrong, of course I know you’re not pretending to date or anything, that’d be stupid,” Soobin rushes to say, and you notice the blush on his cheeks, “but it doesn’t feel like you’re into him? Not as much as he is, at least.”
“Dude, what the fuck,” one of his friends blurts out. “What does that even mean?”
Ari grabs his shoulder. “He’s drunk, Y/N, just ignore him.”
Inside of you, there are two strong forces: one is crying out for you to get up and leave, forget about everyone in this party, including Jungkook. Just go back to your comfortable shell where you don’t have to deal with shameful blushes or uncomfortable comments. The other one wants you to say something just as hurting as what Soobin said, put him back in his place. However, your heart hates both possibilities, it wants to stay and have fun.
Had you left, though, you wouldn’t have noticed Soobin’s frustration. It’s printed on his face, in the way his eyes sadly fall to his cup, in the way he shrinks on his seat.
So, you just let out a loud cackle. “What do you mean? Of course I’m into him!”
“Yeah, silly, he’s her boyfriend, after all,” Ari continues, chuckling softly. “Hey—! Felix, how about you take Soobin out to get some air? I think he has drunk enough for the time being. Will you—? Thanks.”
He helps Soobin get up and sees him out into the garden. Some fresh air will do him good, you’re sure.
Ari leans into you. “Everything okay? Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“Oh, no!” you say, and your smile seems genuine enough to convince her. “At least we should finish this game, right? We can go dance later.”
You decide to take charge of shuffling the cards again, and she looks at you with a relaxed smile; she feared the worst, but now she realises that you may not be as brittle as she thought. A heavy weight flies off her chest, and Ari joins in the cheers to lighten the mood.
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The ceiling lamp reflects in his drink, and he tilts it up to see his own face.
He’s never been much of a party person, though most of the time he ends up having a good time. Jungkook simply prefers to avoid loud music and strong smells, even if watching his drunken friends make fools of themselves is worth it. He’d just rather be home, having a beer, playing video games, being with you.
You seemed to be having so much fun not too long ago, playing some card game. You’re off somewhere, though – to the bathroom, probably, since you took Ari with you.
You might want to dance afterwards, so he’d better get ready to leave his comfortable seat on the sofa, away from most people. It’s the perfect spot because it’s far enough away that Jungkook doesn’t have to spend the night greeting people, but it’s also not so withdrawn from the others that it’d draw attention to himself.
Then he feels a hand on his shoulder, and Jungkook turns around, heart doing a somersault. “Jeez, sorry to disappoint.” Hobi must be referring to the way his face goes back to a literal bummer when he sees him.
“Sorry, hyung, I thought—” But Jungkook decides to shut up and scoot to the side, giving him room to sit next to him. “I was minding my own business. Why aren’t you dancing?”
His hyung giggles. “I’m just recharging – I wanna give my all now that everyone’s sober enough to appreciate it.”
“I think you’re a bit too late for that already,” Jungkook replies.
At his ominous warning, Hoseok takes a look around, jumping and sneering at a couple when they bump into the back of the couch. The girl apologises between giggles, and the two of them leave a second later, still laughing.
“And now I’m the one who needs to get drunk.”
Jungkook hands him his drink and shifts on the couch to get up and get himself another one, but he sees you’re back at the table, having fun, laughing, talking to someone.
“Won’t you join them?” Hobi asks then. “I know you haven’t seen her all day.”
But he just shrugs, still smiling. “No, I think—” It seems like you’ve turned a bad card over, judging by your dramatic complaint that makes everybody laugh. “She’s having fun, and I don’t want to ruin it for her. We can always hang out later.”
Even if it makes his stomach churn, the feeling of missing you so badly. You’re right there, just a bunch of steps away. So close and real he can touch you in his mind, smell your soft perfume, feel the warmth of your body as you wrap your arms around him. Oh, he’s dying to be with you, but how could he? How could he go and claim your presence when you look happier than ever?
Maybe that’s what bothers him – that you don’t really need him anymore to be happy.
Although the universe has seemed pretty determined to keep you apart since Jungkook woke up in your arms this morning, you don’t seem eager to go back to him, and he has to respect that.
As much as it hurts.
“Hey, if you wanna go with her, just do it!” Hobi insists. “Maybe Y/N is thinking the same? – that you don’t mind waiting until later to be together.”
He gulps down his drink. “You think so, hyung?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
Sinking into the couch, Jungkook stops sulking to ponder the idea. If only he could believe it—! But somehow it feels like he’s in the first month of his freshman year, sighing dreamily at your presence while you practically don’t even acknowledge his existence.
It’s all in your head, Jungkook. Y/N-noona likes you, and she wants to be with you. Stop moaning!
“I’ll go and get you a drink; you look like you need one.” With that, Hobi gets up. “I’ll be back in a second, okay, Kookie? Don’t melt into a puddle of tears while I’m away!” And then he vanishes.
Alone again, Jungkook glances at the table you were playing cards at, but suddenly your spot is empty. Oddly enough, Ari has stayed with the group.
A warm hand presses against his shoulder. Tired, Jungkook deflates at the touch, sighing loudly.
“I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
Your voice startles him, but your breath against his ear sends a shiver down his spine, excitement and yearning pooling in the pit of his stomach. With a smile, Jungkook turns around, and you rush to bend down and kiss him on the lips, nails raking through the back of his hair.
“Why the sad face, baby?” you ask, losing a battle against a fond smile.
Jungkook’s pout gets more dramatic, and you coo at him. As he scoots to the side, you circle the couch to sit next to him, but find his lap to be a more comfortable prop for your leg. It’s like his hands move on their own when they gently hold onto your waist. You melt against him, like having his body close again has tamed your terrible hunger.
“I missed you.”
You lean down to kiss him again, hoping that will be enough to show him you missed him madly too. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and stifle a sigh; you’re getting hungrier of him by the minute.
Nibbling his earlobe, your eyes flicker downwards.
Shit, he looks so fucking hot tonight, wearing short, wide sleeves, his tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric, muscles flexing as he tries to lean against the armrest. The image of his body this morning, bare before your eyes except for the bottom, comes to mind. You were totally honest yesterday; his face is hot, his chest is hot, his arms are hot, his ass, his legs… And you fucking love his cock too.
“Sorry I abandoned you, bunny,” you say then, brushing a rebellious strand of hair off his face. “I thought you’d want to be on your own first, so I didn’t drag you with the others.”
Jungkook’s eyes move down to your body. “You look… good, noona.”
“You look really good too— so, how are you liking the party? Are you having fun, bunny?” you ask to drop the subject – the last thing you want is to embarrass him in front of his friends with your horny antics.
“Well, I’ve been sulking here all alone because you wouldn’t come to see me,” he murmurs.
“Oh, well—”
But then he giggles softly and pecks your lips. “I’m just teasing you, noona. I’m really happy to see you having fun. I’m just not a party guy.”
“Hm, I know that. Any way I can make this night more… bearable to you, then?” Your eyes are half-lidded in a come-hither look and your lips are stretched in a sultry smirk, so there’s no room for misunderstanding your intentions. “I’ve got some ideas if you can’t think of anything.”
God, he wants to fuck you so bad. Every second that passes, every fibre in his body that is aware of your skin, of your breath, of your thigh shifting on his lap – all of it reminds him of how much he wants you.
Jungkook has dreamed of this moment, for God’s sake. You’ve been his greatest erotic influence since that dream, and probably even before that. Now you’re half-straddling him, whispering such things to his ear, playing with the idea of what could happen when you come back home – your home, the home the two of you share – or even here. Everyone else is probably drunk enough not to notice if you just pin him on the couch and ride him.
“Nothing yet?”
Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Jungkook has to shut his eyes tightly when you start peppering light kisses down his neck.
“Hm?” you insist. He only looks down at you with glassy eyes. “Let me help you, then.”
And you straddle him, sitting comfortably on his lap. Jungkook’s thighs are the perfect seat for you, a throne for a queen. You can feel his half-hard cock against your crotch when you do, and Jungkook lets out a longing gasp, hands snapping to your waist immediately.
“Ah, now you’re back,” you mock him.
Jungkook tilts up his chin to draw you in for a kiss, brushes his lips against yours, and welcomes your tongue with a content hum. Your kisses dance, swinging from his lips to his neck, pecking beneath his jaw, nibbling his earlobe while he tries to kiss you back, unable to keep up with the frenetic pace of your hungry ministrations.
You suck the skin of his neck into your mouth, rather harshly this time. Jungkook’s body twitches under you, and he whimpers. Pulling back, you admire the red mark that has started to blossom.
It feels hotter than before, Jungkook notices. Drowning in the heat that seems to be caged under his clothes, his skin feels sweaty, blood rushes all over his body like crazy. Focused on one exact point that, he hopes, will have a special main role tonight.
You kiss him again, leaving a trail of reddening marks behind your lips. You could never have enough of him, you realise; of Jungkook’s sweetness, of his tender grip on your body as he slowly starts to thrust up against you, probably even without noticing. His cock pulses against you, his whimpers and gasps louder than before. Oh, God – you’ll have so much fun when you get home.
You shift on top of Jungkook again.
“I wanna suck your cock right now, bunny,” you grunt in his ear, feeling him tremble, “so they can all see it belongs to me.”
It’s not like you’d ever do it, but the mental image makes his cock twitch, and he whines he’s too worked up to endure your teasing. Jungkook’s so easy to rile up, it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it when you manhandle him in a room full of people who know him.
“What are you—?” he asks when you take out your phone.
“I’m getting a cab,” you reply and lean in to leave a trail of pecks down his neck; “let’s go home.”
Oh, God. Don’t panic. You’re going home now, the intentions clearly settled. In an hour or so, he’ll probably be inside of you. You’ve touched him, kissed him, made him cum all over himself – but the mere thought of being inside of you, of feeling your warmth around his cock— it’s too much. Will you make sounds for him? Intimate and mellow, cradled in each other’s arms.
“Come on, the cab’s here already.”
You’re burning up, feel lightheaded and ecstatic. There’s a fever rushing through your veins, pushing you to kiss him and mark him on your way out, as you stumble to the door, bumping into everyone and everything.
The forced serenity you fake when you greet the driver lasts barely fifteen minutes.
Soon, you’re all over Jungkook again, kissing him while he breathes heavily and feels up every part of your body. He seems to be keen on your tits since he won’t stop staring at them, so you decide to give him a peek, feeling generous. Jungkook’s eyes fix on the mounds when you tug down at the neck of your dress.
His head is buried between them, and you close your eyes to enjoy the warmth of his hands stroking up and down your ass.
If the driver minds the hot mess you two are in, the way you shove your hand into Jungkook’s pants, or the whimper he lets out when your palm starts stroking his hard length, he doesn’t show.
After fifteen minutes of intense making out, the two of you step out of the cab. You stumble and bring Jungkook down with you, but he’s quick to catch you, giggling like a drunk idiot. You give him a kiss of gratitude, hand intertwining with his to pull at him and get into the building. It’s not long before your hands are back at his body to feel his back, his shoulders, his soft cheeks.
You’ve got him trapped against the door, boobs pressing against his back. “Come on, bunny, open it…”
“I-I’m trying to—”
Finally, the lock clicks, and the door is barely open when you barge into the flat.
It feels as if your lips can’t stay away from his skin, his lips, his pretty neck for long. You pepper pecks all over it, breathing heavily while Jungkook fiddles with the hem of your mini dress. His whimpers drown against your cleavage as he cups your ass, hips bucking into you.
You’re fucking drunk with love for him when you bite down on his neck. “I’m gonna fuck you,” you growl then, abusing the skin. Jungkook lets out a choked sob, “so fucking hard, bunny—”
“N-noona—”
Shit, he’s so turned on he’ll faint. Nothing has ever felt like this before, like his body is on the brink of collapse, like his skin is burning, like his blood is boiling. You’re all over him, kissing and licking and stroking, whispering with your tantalising voice. You drive him crazy; you really do. Jungkook is seeing the gates of heaven with your ardent affection, and he doesn’t care he’s there.
Your face has grown hot during your ministrations. You absolutely adore the way Jungkook reacts to your touch, so vocal and sensitive. His hands on your body only make you want to melt into his arms.
“Yummy baby,” you whisper. “Let’s go to the bed, huh?”
Jungkook nods softly.
You drag him into the bedroom and turn around to face him and get rid of his shirt. Lean chest on display, the sight basically makes you drool; how can be a human being so damn hot? It’s illegal, it’s unfair. The urge to knead and touch his body, pinch his nipples, lick down his torso until you reach his happy trail – it is all too strong.
The two of you stumble into the room in a tangled mess of kisses, whispers, and moans. When Jungkook’s calves hit the edge of the bed, he clumsily sits down. You make him your seat not long after, lips glued to his neck as you nib and suck the skin into your mouth.
It’s only when you get off his lap and sink down to your knees that Jungkook snaps out of haze.
“W-wait—” You stop fumbling with his halfway-down fly. “I need— I gotta go to the bathroom, noona,” he blurts out then, and you let him get up. “I won’t be long, okay? Just— wait.”
And Jungkook storms out of the room. Ignoring the fact that he’s pretty much drunk, all his blood being concentrated in one specific part of his body doesn’t help either. The door slams shut behind his back, and he roughly turns on the tap to soak his face in search of some clarity of thought.
Jungkook just needs to cool down a bit, that’s it. Then he’s going to come back to you and prove that he can be a good lover.
If only he could get rid of this awful anxiety! It’s like his stomach is constantly churning and groaning in fear. He knows you won’t judge him even if he messes up – which he hopes won’t happen – or if doesn’t last long enough. God, you’re as turned on as him, but what if he can’t make you come? He’s managed that in the past, with some patience, but he’s too nervous now to think properly.
It just feels so rushed all of a sudden.
With a sigh and an encouraging nod at himself, Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to head back to your bedroom.
“I’m back…”
Only silence greets him. Curious, Jungkook looks up to see the startling sight of you lying on the bed, snoring peacefully with a trickle of drool down your chin and your face smeared with makeup. You’re completely knockout.
With another sigh, and oddly relieved, Jungkook turns around and goes to fetch your makeup wipes.
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You’re terribly, horribly, dreadfully hangover when you wake up. Some idiot – you – forgot to draw the curtains last night, and now your eyes are being abused by the sunlight.
The ruckus coming from the other side of the room catches your attention.
Jungkook is rummaging through one of his drawers, which you emptied for him when he moved into your room, you good soul, with his back facing you. Hm, he looks sexy in the morning too— and then you realise you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, no bra underneath, face bare despite the fact that you don’t remember getting ready for bed last night.
And that’s when the memories kick in.
God, this is mortifying. You literally pounced Jungkook just to fall asleep during his probably short bathroom break.
Are you not ashamed of yourself? He must be so pissed off at you right now.
“Good morning.”
He turns around at the sound of your groggy voice. “Good morning, noona… Did you sleep well? I didn’t— I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You shake your head in silence, and Jungkook walks up to the bed. “I have class now, but I made some breakfast.”
Oh, no. This is post-sex treatment, but you didn’t really have sex in the end. What if he thinks you didn’t care about him enough to stay awake? Is that it? Is he trying to keep you happy?
Jungkook makes an attempt to get up, but you stop him by gently taking a hold on his shoulder. Slowly sitting back down, his sweet dark eyes watch you expectantly, and it brings a smile to your face; you really have caught the sweetest man in the world. How could you even fathom the idea that he resents you?
“Sorry about last night,” you apologise with a timid shrug.
But he just chuckles. “Don’t worry, we drank a lot anyway… Do you need anything for the hangover? I’ve almost finished the tablet, but there’s some left.”
However, you’re more interested in knowing what he did after you fell asleep. You know he changed your clothes and wiped your face, but if he was so turned on, did he take care of it or did he just tried to sleep it off?
“Thank you for not making me sleep with my bra on,” you say then as your hand strokes up his arm. “You’re my hero.”
“N-no need,” he murmurs. His cheeks blush softly, and you can’t help giggling.
“Did you take care of yourself too?”
Jungkook’s blush intensifies, but this time he laughs. Out of embarrassment, probably, but he’s been teetering on the edge of madness lately, all thanks to you – or because of you, who knows – and, really, now he’s got nothing to lose. Dignity and abashment have nothing on the ecstatic feeling of being with you.
“Yes, noona,” Jungkook meekly replies. “I… had to touch myself. B-but I was so hard, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you—”
Your thumb sends a shiver down his spine when you caress his cheek. “Oh? You thought about noona?”
“Yes,” he nods again. “Fuck, I came so hard thinking it was your pussy I was filling up, noona—” Your heart does a somersault at his words. What is this creature in front of you and what has it done to Jeon Jungkook? You suddenly feel empty between your legs, rubbing your thighs together. “W-wanted to make you come again and again last night, like you always do to me… You’re always so good to me, noona—”
But you cut him off when you sit up and straddle his lap, shutting him up with a hard kiss. Shit, now you need to ride him and make him come like that again, be filled up with his cum. Jungkook moans against your lips as his hands move to your waist.
“How long before you go?” you grunt against his neck.
“C-can’t stay— fuck!” You’re rolling your hips down against his hardening crotch, totally disregarding his academic obligations. “S-shit, noona, God— so good, s-so good—”
Heh, he’s just as touch starved as you are. Maybe, if you’re quick and put those thighs to work, you’ll manage to make the both of you come in less than three, four minutes. You feel him up over his shirt, brushing against his covered nipples and making him gasp. You swear his cock twitches against your crotch.
“Wait! Wait,” he blurts out, making you stop immediately. “Could we—?” Jungkook then stares into your eyes, and he sees only sweet attention.
Why would you judge him? You’ve been nothing but understanding and attentive since yesterday morning. He should better get rid of that hurting image he’s made of you now that he knows there’s goodness underneath.
Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Could we… leave this for later?”
“What do you mean?” You lean into him for a kiss, tender this time, just a soft brush of your lips against his, a gesture of allegiance. “Do you want to wait before we go, uh, all the way in?”
Although he’s never told you himself, you know from Taehyung that Jungkook isn’t exactly experienced. You’ve heard of flings he had around campus, the average for a guy his age, but his so-called fame as a fuckboy was rather the consequence of his drastic change of lifestyle and the clear fact that he’s hot as hell.
“No, I— I really want to,” he lets out in a breathless laugh. “I just thought we could, hm, make it a bit more r-romantic?” Why does he feel stupid as shit saying that? God, if you didn’t laugh then, now you’re surely going to tease him. “Like, we could play some music… And we’ve got a bunch of your candles left—” Please, shut him up already. “Just, it’s our f-first time together, and it’d be cool if it was more… special.”
Oh.
Oh. Your sweet boy. You can’t help smiling fondly as you stroke his cheeks, moving your hands to rake your nails through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes at the tender affection, and you finally hear him let out a puff of air.
“Of course we can do that, Jungkook,” you say then.
“Yeah?”
You nod. “Sure! I’ll be back from work at eight, more or less. You could set it all up, and I could get something yummy on my way home.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
Kissing your forehead goodbye, Jungkook gets up and grabs his backpack on his way out.
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There isn’t much more he can do; candles are lit and placed around the room, music fills the quiet silence. Jungkook has had two showers since he came back from training, so his hair is still wet. However, the more time passes, the more he feels like he’s drenched in sweat.
Why is he so nervous? It’s not like you’re going to do anything new. For the two of you together, perhaps, but he got rid of his V card a while ago.
So, why is he so… agitated?
“Maybe I should—”
But Jungkook doesn’t get to mumble the idea out of his mind because the jingle of your keys comes from the door. Then you open it, quietly walking into the small doorway. His chest feels so heavy and so crazily feather light at the same time; he can’t say he didn’t miss you despite his near mental breakdown.
Let’s just hope Jungkook doesn’t let you down tonight.
“Hello?” you speak up, and he can hear you fumbling with a plastic bag as you leave it in the kitchen. “Is anybody home? Jungkook? I’m home!”
The fulsome smell of scented candles – each more fruity and mellow than the other, a shocking-to-the-nose mix of vanilla, roses, and strawberry – welcomes you and guides you towards the bedroom. There, the more gratifying of an adorable Jungkook sitting on his knees greets you.
“Hi,” he says, almost breathless.
“Hello there.” You walk up to him and sit on the bed, stroking his thigh. Jungkook smiles back at you, and you look around the room. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time.”
“So, you like it?”
You lean into him for a short kiss. “I love it.”
Well, he can resume breathing normally now. You like it, which means you don’t find it ridiculous; that’s a pretty good start, isn’t it?
“How about I go take a shower while you put the finishing touches, baby?” you ask him, still seated on the bed. Your hand has taken a like on stroking the back of his. “I’ve got to admit, it’s been a pretty long day for me too. I missed you madly…”
You kiss him again, softly this time, tenderly, and it takes you all your willpower to pull away.
“I’ll be right back.”
You try to take as little time as possible in the shower, but you can’t help but check every detail; that your breath doesn’t smell, that you’re groomed and trimmed down there, that your skin is moisturized. You also make sure not to forget to pee. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you’re nervous, and you just hope you’re not the only one.
Walking out of the shower tray, you grab your lotion and apply it to your body. With this, you’re ready, aren’t you?
Meanwhile, Jungkook has been an equal mess:
Should I take off my clothes, or should I leave that to her? I’ll make sure that I really don’t have anything between my teeth. My underwear is clean, isn’t it? Why do I keep sweating? Are you sure my breath doesn’t smell…? Does noona even like this music? I’m going to change tracks—
“Jungkook?”
Startling the shit out of him, you walk into the room, fresh and clean, with a towel around your shoulders as you try to dry the wet ends of your hair.
“Ah—!” You can’t help but laugh at his low-key panic. “You’re done.”
Again, you sit next to him, but Jungkook scoots back as if trying to make room for you. You giggle and get closer, this time cupping his cheeks before you lean in for a powerful, slow kiss. Brushing your lips together, a soft groan escapes your lips, and you seek a shorter distance, a deeper contact by sucking on his tongue and massaging them together.
“You smell great…” you murmur, nuzzling his neck.
It smells like his body lotion mixed with his fabric softener, and you’re positive it’s one of your favourite smells in the world. So delicate, so silky to the nose.
It seems that your lips have gone stray during your trail of thoughts as you’re now peppering sloppy kisses down his neck. Jungkook’s bated breath fans the crown of your head, hands still frozen and unsure of what to do.
“Here,” you rasp, taking his hands and placing them on your waist, “you can touch me.”
And finally, after what feels like a year, Jungkook chases your lips to kiss you back. You can feel his sweaty palms explore your back, sneaking under your flimsy shirt and caressing the skin. With a sigh, you break the kiss, to his surprise – until he sees it’s so that you can shift on the bed and straddle his lap for closer contact.
He tugs at your shirt again. “Shit, noona, you’re so hot,” he lets out before kissing you again. You roll down your hips against his clothed tent, making him whimper. “I-I think I’m already hard.”
“Hm, are you?” you ask with a sly grin as you keep grinding your hips together.
The second you get rid of your top, Jungkook’s eyes snap to your chest, and you feel his cock pulse. Jeez, he’s so easy to figure out now that you think of it; you would’ve shown him your tits earlier if you knew how quickly it would rile him up.
Now it’s your turn to unwrap your gift.
Jungkook lies down on the bed at your silent command. “I can’t believe my luck, bunny,” you whisper, stroking up his chest until you’ve got the hem hiked up in your grip. “You’re literally perfect.”
You feel him shiver at the praise, legs wobbling around you. The tent in his pants is hard to ignore now, and you can’t deny the fact that you’re practically drooling at the thought.
“Don’t— don’t say things like that,” Jungkook breathes out. He’s blushing.
“Why shouldn’t I, though?” You peck his tummy. “It’s true. I told you once, didn’t I?” How can your voice sound so insanely hot and confident when he’s literally trembling like a leaf? “That anyone would be lucky to fuck you. So, I guess that makes me lucky, bunny,” you say, kissing his navel again. “Take it all off.”
As soon as the order seeps into his brain, Jungkook shimmies on the mattress to get rid of his shirt and pants while you do the same. Once you’ve discarded your underwear on the floor, his eyes are fixed on you, and yours on him— God, how can a human look like that? You would commit aggravated felonies for this man, Jesus Christ. And so you show him, hovering over him and sitting on his bare cock.
“Noona—”
His weak grip on your hips isn’t enough to prevent you from rolling them down again. This time, however, he can feel how wet you are, how ready you are to sink down onto him, and Jungkook can’t help choking on a mewled, stuttered version of your name.
With your arms supporting your weight on both sides of his head, you kiss him again. “Shit, bunny— I’ll fuck you so well,” you grunt, pausing when your lips are just barely touching, breathing each other’s air. Jungkook unconsciously spreads his legs, and you lie more on his body. “Mark you up and milk that pretty cock dry—”
“P-please,” he sobs.
You can feel his grip getting stronger and more desperate.
“F-fuck, bunny,” you growl and bite down on his neck. This time, Jungkook lets out a choked whimper and bucks his hips up, the engorged tip of his cock teasing your entrance. “Let’s grab a condom before we get ahead of ourselves, okay?”
Sighing, you sit up for a second and rummage through your nightside table. There’s a brand-new condom box you knew you’d eventually use, so you grab one and carefully rip the wrapper, handing it to him. Jungkook’s trembling hands take the piece, and he moves your hips away as respectfully as possible so that he can put it on. You can only chuckle, though.
The view makes your heart pump faster, you’re terribly excited and turned on. He’s definitely a sight for sore eyes.
“Ready, baby?”
You look down at his hard cock, standing against his lower belly and covered by the condom.
Jungkook sits up and hugs you. “Yeah.”
Tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of your tongue, you kiss him deeply, swirling your tongue around his to drown his moans. You suck on his bottom lip to give him a break, but Jungkook tightens his grip around you, a plea in his eyes for you to sit on him.
“Greedy bunny,” you chuckle and give him one more peck.
Then, after you raise your hips to align his cock to your entrance, you finally sink down onto him.
A literal sigh of relief vibrates down your throat. God, you knew Jungkook would feel good, but the way his girthy cock stretches you out, the way it makes you fill stuffed as it pulses inside of you – it slid in so easily, you’re dripping wet. In fact, you’re so engrossed in how it works you open that you haven’t noticed Jungkook’s desperate whimper and stronger grip around your waist.
“Noona,” he murmurs. You’re still sitting on his cock. “G-God, noona—” he chants again, his hot breath fanning the crook your neck.
“Fuck, baby, your cock feels so good,” you moan as you start to roll your hips down.
Jungkook’s pupils tremble at the crude praise, and his cock twitches inside of you. You’re thrusting onto him, picking up a faster pace while he melts into a puddle of pleasure, hands gripping the sheets and brows knitted together as he loses himself in the growing pleasure.
He looks gorgeous like this.
With blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart racing, you lean into him for a deep kiss. You tilt your hips, and his cock hits that spot that makes you grunt and clench around him.
Jungkook lets you push him down onto the mattress so that you can prompt yourself better, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. You get tighter, and his breath hitches in grateful response. Of course, with this new shower of jolts of electricity down your spine, you pick up a merciless tempo, incessantly smacking your hips against his in chase of your pleasure.
Heat pools in his lower back, and Jungkook looks up to see his cock disappear into your body, your arousal leaking out and dripping down your inner thighs.
“Oh fuck!” he whimpers when you bend down to abuse his neck. It’s all too much. “F-fuck yes, so good, noona, s-so good.” Jungkook’s hands are glued to your waist – like he’s afraid you’ll vanish and wake him up from a dream. “Y-you’re tighter, shit—”
You dip your tongue into his collarbone just to bite down on it later, waiting for a reddish mark to blossom.
His eyes flicker down to your chest, observing with hunger. Almost as if silently asking for your permission, Jungkook glances at you and cups one of your breasts. The palm of his hand feels warm against your skin, so you smirk, and that is all he needs to start kneading the soft flesh, fingers moving to play with your nipple. You let out a heavy groan and start bouncing on him.
“Fuck!” Jungkook massages your tits as his eyes cross, chasing pleasure and jerking his hips into you. “Fuck yes, j-just like that, noona, God!” he lets out in a choked sob.
With your hand on his nape, you shut him up and encourage him to suck on one of your nipples. A groan of satisfaction reverberates in his throat, you work thigh muscles to bounce on him faster and make him moan as his tongue flickers around your nub.
“Please, p-please—” he begs against your skin.
Jungkook’s wander desperately around your body, grabbing the sheets, your waist, your hips; you’re clenching around him and it’s making him lose his mind.
“So cute, bunny— f-fuck!” You cut yourself off with a moan when the engorged tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, and the coiling tension in your lower back grows. “You— you like my tits, don’t you?” you let out in a breathless laugh.
Jungkook sucks on your nipple again. “L-love them noona, s-so much!”
“You’re such a big baby,” you tease him but raise your hips to sink down onto his cock again.
“Ugh! F-fuck, mommy!” Your heart skips a beat. You look down at him, wondering if you’ve heard right, but his voice saying that immediately makes you clench around him again, and Jungkook whimpers, flickering his tongue around your sensitive nub. His saliva drips down from your breast. “C-close! M-mommy, gonna— ugh, shit!”
You can almost physically feel your pussy stretch out around his cock when he blurts that out a second time. Jungkook doesn’t seem to be aware of what he’s saying, though, too engrossed in the pleasure of thrusting up into your wet heat.
You’re close to your high as well, so you take his hand and show him how to rub your clit. Jungkook mindlessly picks up on the movement, and you groan, the ache between your legs hungrier for his cock. Both of you are losing composure as your climaxes approach. He trembles, lip trapped between his teeth, and bucks his hips off the bed, chasing your slit.
“Gonna cum—!” Your hard kiss brings him back to reality. “Noona, n-noona, I’m— I-I’m coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Jungkook chuckles shyly when you wipe the trickle of saliva on his chin.
He lets you lie him down on the bed again. This way, you can keep rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, and the angle lets you fuck yourself on his cock and push the tip in deeper, grinding back and forth. At the new feeling, Jungkook’s back arches off the mattress, and his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, lips chanting words of adoration.
Jolts of pleasure travel down your body and pool in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instantly go faster, even though you can feel the burn in your muscles; you’re dripping, soaking the condom, wet smacking sounds echoing in the room.
“W-wait,” he gasps only to mewl a second later, “slow down, please— s-slow, noona, please—”
You clench around him again. “Why should I?”
“D-don’t wanna come yet, please, p-please, slow—” Your fingers dance up his arm and grab his wrist, pinning him to the bed. “Fuck, s-slow, slow!”
Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on yours, staring unsurely. But your lustrous gaze makes his cock throb and twitch inside of you. As his thighs begin to thrust up into you, faster and faster, he lets out a whimper, a plea for you to go slower until it turns into a chant of gratitude.
You lean into him to stroke his cheek adoringly and whisper, smiling:
“Be a good boy and make a mess, bunny.”
It’s pretty much immediate; he throbs inside of you again with a whine, hips jerking and hands snapping to your ass to bounce you up and down his cock. With one last powerful thrust, Jungkook is emptying himself into the condom. His eyes roll back, and he goes still when the shockwaves grip his body.
“N-noona!” he hisses, still thrusting up into you. “Fuck yes, noona, just— ugh, just like that— fucking Christ!”
“F-fuck, Jungkook—”
Meanwhile, you’ve been rubbing yourself against his pubic bone, and the feeling of him coming makes you clench, wishing you could feel his cum leaking out. You haven’t noticed, but you’re riding him faster, chasing your orgasm while he writhes on the mattress, a bit confused and slowly sinking into overstimulation. When the pain does kick in, Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to make you stop.
“S-shit,” you moan, and he lets go of you in a trembling movement, “that— that feels incredible, bunny, j-just like that—”
It hurts, fuck it does, but you sound so lost in pleasure, his cock pulses again, still sliding into your warm, tightened walls. Besides, he still hasn’t made you come, and there’s nothing he wants more in the world right now.
The ache between your legs grows and grows as you grind your hips together. Your swollen clit rubs against his stomach, Jungkook’s hands grip your ass to both push you off him and chase your wet heat, not quite sure which hurts more. When the coiling tension comes to a tipping point, you let out a grunt and bite down on his neck, making him whimper, and then you’re convulsing on top of him with a deep moan, dissolving into pleasure as your walls clench around his sensitive cock.
“Fuck! S-shit, bunny,” you rasp, still tilting your hips to ride out your climax.
Just as the line between pain and bliss begins to mix, Jungkook feels you slow down your movements and eventually stop to just lie down on top of him. You raise your hips off him, his flaccid cock slides out of you, and observe him in silence when he peels the condom off to throw it away.
A soothing silence kicks in, and the two of you decide to catch your breaths. You collapse next to him, feeling tired and sweaty, but he decides that it’s best to rest his head between your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats. It lulls him into drowsiness, with his fingertips stroking your tummy and his eyes staring up at you through his eyelashes.
“I couldn’t” – his erratic breath takes over for a second – “make noona come first.”
Confused, you tilt down your head to look at him. “Doesn’t matter, your cock felt so good, bunny—” You’re stroking his hair as he moves to turn over on your chest, both your breaths calming down.
You stir on the bed and move to come down to his level, stopping to give him a slow, deep kiss. You feel blissful, you’re ecstatic, taken over by a million butterflies.
“I’m gonna play this in my head again and again—”
“You know there’s no need for that, don’t you, bunny? Because we’re going for another round,” you whisper in his ear, stroking his chest. You brush his nipples for a second but don’t notice the way he goes tense against your touch, “as soon as we can get this pretty cock,” you say then and move down to scratch his inner thighs, “hard again.”
“N-noona—” Jungkook gasps when you nibble his earlobe and part his legs to scoot in between them.
“We have the whole weekend.”
You resume your cuddling position beneath him, with his head cradled between your breasts. It seems to be a favourite of his, Jungkook would always snuggle like this even before you confessed. But you like it, love it, to see him cuddled next to you like that.
His fingers stroke up and down your naked arm. “This feels like a dream…”
And you swear, you’ve never blushed faster or harder. With Jungkook’s mellow voice vibrating against your skin, you melt – because it feels the same for you.
It does feel like a dream.
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Imagine them bickering like this 🤣🤣🤣🤣
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That's hysterical 😂😂😂😂 reminds me of this video of fake subs where they're fighting and Jimin tells JK to collect his things and go
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And so JK collects him
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And Jimin is like; this isn't what I meant 😂😂😂
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She used to make some funny videos you can watch the whole thing here
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bts ‘yet to come’ compared to ‘spring day’
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irresistible, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: Jeon Jungkook provokes you into fucking him. Just not before you finger-fuck his mouth in the middle of a kitchen that belongs to neither of you as a summer party rages outside.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; strangers-to-lovers; JK is a brat until he gets served punishment; intense D/s smut (fem reader, noona kink, spit kink, slight humiliation / degradation kink, choking, hair pulling, scratching / marking, denying him kisses, nipple play, dry humping, m-masturbation, cowgirl, semi-public sex, ball torture); non-idol!BTS – sub!Jungkook x noona, dom!reader
yeah, he has the double lip piercing, I like what I like, shush JK's appearance based on CK campaign and 'SEVEN' promo photos
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now playing – irresistible by fall out boy
“Noona, I heard something very interesting.”
“And what is that?”
“I heard you punish bad boys.”
“Your point being?”
“Well, I can be a bad boy.”
“Hm, you are not going to provoke me into fucking you.”
“Do you wanna bet?”
-
He said, “Punish me if you think you can,” and you said, “I don’t need to.”
His eyebrow cocked.
You clarified.
“I will make you want punishment.”
Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, not your type. So handsome he seemed fake. Pretended not to care when he cared too much. Had a habit of taking car selfies with a certain lack of respect to them and spontaneously posting them on Instagram to farm thirst comments. You didn’t know about the last part until earlier this week. It was essential to the process, obtaining background research of the subject.
And now you were alone with him.
In a hotel room.
Sitting in a chair placed in front of the end of the bed, primly crossing your legs, contemplating if you were going to fuck the man in front of you. You studied the details of his face. Striking eyes. Tan skin that looked malleable and supple. You could tell he was wearing lip product. A balm to make them more appealing, glossier, a deeper pink. Mood, texture, color.
He had not one, but two silver lip rings on the right edge of his shapely lips.
Let’s start there.
Your own lips curved into a smirk and you lifted your hand.
Jungkook frowned at you, chiseled jaw and furrowed brows included. He was sitting with his legs partly open, hands laced behind his head like a reckless bad boy, acting as if he needed to be impressed. He had messy black hair past his eyebrows. The strands grazed above his lashes when dry and would cover his vision completely when damp. His prominent collarbones were visible under the low-cut, baggy black t-shirt. Black leather jacket was tossed aside, exposing the stark contrast of his heavily inked right arm and his equally defined bare left arm.
Your right hand raised and you placed your lips between your middle and index finger.
Opened your mouth.
Right away, you could see it.
Jeon Jungkook thought he was a lot of things, or at least tried to portray a certain image, but those big, dark brown eyes betrayed him every time.
Your flexible tongue traced a subtle v-shape between your fingers, almost, almost touching the skin, but not quite. Barely a millimeter away. Close enough to feel the heat of the warm muscle. You saw him pause. Falter. A crack in the glass. Your lashes lowering, expression demure other than your obscene mouth trapped the frame of your fingers. His stare fixated, lips parting, forgetting his confidence in this lewd display of juxtaposition. Lidded gaze, red lips, pink tongue. You licked the air between you and him, come hither.
His hands were falling, falling, slowly drifting down his sides.
“What…?”
His voice was a little too tight, a little too interested for someone trying to play it cool.
“W… What a-are you doing?” he breathed out.
You didn’t reply.
You just moved your fingers. Tucked down your index and pinky finger. Pressed the ring and middle side by side. Then your tongue slid out, jaw lowering, and you collected your two joined fingers into your waiting mouth, sliding them into the slick, glossy, perilous dark hole.
Jungkook sucked in a breath, his eyes widening.
You tilted your head, licking around your fingers. Circling around them. Slow. Thrust them in and out, letting the saliva drip down, down, closing your lips around them softly, your red lipstick being ruined, and now there was absolute quiet. Not even breathing. This was now an erotic silent film and you were the star, your eyes barely open but seeing everything, fucking your mouth in front of his face and observing Jungkook’s reaction. His body tense, trying to hide the tremors. His lips parted, trying to mask his staggered exhale. His legs adjusting to bunch up his loose, classic blue jeans, all so the crotch wasn’t pressed right against his body.
You smiled around your fingers, sinister and sly.
Pulled your fingers out of your mouth. Lingering down the right edge of your lips. Your fingernail grazed the full underside of your lower lip, ghosting your skin, down your chin and the curve of your neck, fanning your fingers over your collarbones. Careless smears of red across your skin, fading down to clear gleaming saliva over exposed throat.
Your wanton, sultry sigh invaded the air between you and him.
Jungkook stared at you, mesmerized by the view.
Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation.
“Hurt me,” he whispered.
So easy.
Or perhaps he had no idea that he said it, because he straightened a little, chewing on his lip and abruptly looking away. Silent but you could see how hard he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Shivers subsiding but oh-so-slowly, as if he wanted to savor their departure. Still, he was avoiding your attention. You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a spare tissue, wiping your hand and dabbing off your chin. His head jerked back at your action.
Jungkook frowned.
Disappointed.
Wanted more.
You got up from the chair and stood, looking down at him.
“I am leaving,” you announced.
He flinched as if slapped and then immediately scowled, hiding his startled surprise with veiled annoyance. “What? Why? I haven’t done anything!”
You folded the used tissue absentmindedly as you spoke. “True. And that’s why I’m leaving. You aren’t interested. You are simply trying to use me to get a good story. I wasn’t affected. She’s nothing special. Hmm, I appreciate the consideration,” you added in a dry tone that did not, in fact, appreciate the consideration. “But you can make up whatever story you want as I take my leave. Feel free to get creative. I won’t dispute you.”
Jungkook sprang up from the bed, seemingly seething. “What? No. That’s stupid. I don’t want that. I rented a hotel room just for this. For you. What, you think I’m not good enough for your talent or something like that?”
Pressing his buttons, one by one, was almost too simple.
“Oh, no. I’m sure you’re good at sex,” you hummed calmly.
An uneasy flicker across his face.
“I just think you’re not ready for what I’m about to do to you.”
His expression sharpened. Biting onto the challenge. You faced him as an equal rather than an overbearing presence. For now. You held eye contact as you breathed out. Gave instruction, gently.
“Be honest with me.”
Your hand darted out, hovering under his chin.
Almost, almost touching.
“Place your chin in my hand if you want to be honest with me, Jungkook.”
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The stench of summer sex.
You drenched yourself in it and when you surfaced, you shook out your hair and went onto the next.
This was the game.
Just like the game you just played, leaving with an open white dress shirt over your red bikini top and tiny black shorts, sauntering away from the bedroom. The man in there needed to come down. Needed to bask in what had just transpired. Maybe simply needed to hide after you had ravaged him. You on top, your chest to his back and your lips whispering in his ear, do you like this, getting fucked with your friends outside, a dirty deviant, aren’t you, your fingernails down his spine, his words ringing in your ears, mark me, harder, please, harder, and yours huskily back, and what if someone accidentally sees these pretty scratches or is that what you want, you want your slutty side to be seen, don’t you, harder, sinking your teeth into the curve of that ass, tasting those hips and those open legs.
Speaking of legs.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows threw sunlight all over yours as you strode down the hallway, casting your black, shapely shadow over the wall. Outside, the pool was occupied with people. Laughing, drinking, playing around. You could hear the splash of water. Watch showering rainbow droplets spray all over the glistening bodies under the scorching sun.
Fun.
You stepped into the kitchen for a quick glass of water before you were about to make your exit. No need to apologize to the host. He knew what you were here for. Well, you were the reason he was currently a sweaty mess. Heh.
And then, Jeon Jungkook, striding into the kitchen to corner you with his silvery voice and sexy body.
“Noona, I heard something very interesting.”
Like you haven’t heard that shit before.
With the lingering taste of desperate kisses on your lips, you told Jeon Jungkook that you would not be provoked into fucking him.
“Do you wanna bet?”
You tilted your head at that. At him and his open white dress shirt exposing his muscular chest and black swim shorts slung low on his hips. At that cut v-line and visible abs. Showing off, but none of it wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before. You paused, stopping your observation on those eyes. Those black-brown irises shivered at your eye contact. Pupils dilating, darkening them. Ah. Alright. You played along.
“Stick out your tongue,” you instructed.
He made a face, and, after some hesitation, stuck out the pink tip of his tongue.
Obedient.
Interesting.
You raised your hand. Placed the pad of your middle finger on the tip of his tongue.
His eyes widened.
“You want it?” you asked him.
Those untainted eyes shimmered, brows furrowing.
You slid your finger down his throat.
“Let me check your gag reflex.”
And you pushed it down, down, down into warm wet tightness with absolutely no change in expression, watching Jungkook’s eyes widen into shock, his lips involuntarily closing around your finger, almost drawing back, but then you began to move, slowly thrusting into his mouth, lifting your other hand that was holding the glass of water so you could drink.
What?
Hydration was important.
A long, slow sip, casually fucking Jungkook’s mouth with your middle finger in the center of a large kitchen that wasn’t yours, in clear view of anyone who might walk in right now. He could jerk back, he could sputter and tell you that you were a freak, but Jungkook simply stood there, frozen, as you drank your water and stared into his eyes and violated him.
Calmly.
Rubbing the pad of your finger on his soft tongue, coating your finger in his spit.
He wasn’t your type. You liked them a little more honest. But maybe it was a front to keep the riff-raff away. Or something else. Hard to tell if worth exploring. You pulled your finger back slowly, tracing his lower lip. You noticed the small mole below, right at the center. Your nail lightly grazed the two silver rings at the right edge of his mouth, his warm breath on your glistening fingertips. He was a close friend of the one you fucked less than ten minutes ago.
Hm.
You handed him your half-full glass of water.
“I’ll get your number and then we shall make the arrangements. Don’t forget to drink water. It’s hot.”
And then you left him there.
-
Now, Jungkook placed his chin in your hand.
You felt the quiver of his breath. The nervousness. The vain attempt to swallow it all down.
“Look at me,” you commanded.
He did. Trying to shadow those large brown eyes with his lashes, hiding behind a raised brow and wayward strands of black hair, but the hard edge in that gaze eroded as your fingers caressed his jawline. Carefully. Softly. Gently stroking his neck, circling around the perimeter of his throat, turning your hand to place the tip of your middle finger on the mole underneath his parted lips, reminding Jungkook of that moment in the kitchen.
Oh.
He was reminded, all right.
He made a noise like a choked moan.
Then Jungkook tried to pull away, his ears bright red with embarrassment, but your wrist twisted. You sank your fingernails into his chin and dragged him back. A pained gasp and his eyes flooded. Shimmers of shame. At his sound? At himself for trying to run? Or at himself for liking it? Maybe all of them.
“I want you,” you murmured.
You could see your words from before haunting his thoughts, adding meaning to your rather simple declaration.
Be honest with me.
“Do you want me?”
I will make you want punishment.
He seemed to have forgotten his own words though, forgotten his doubt and the front he had been putting up all this time, simply letting his unfiltered emotion spill out in a whisper.
“Y-Yes, noona…”
You saw he wanted to say something more, so you waited, loosening your grip.
Stroked his cheek.
Coaxing.
“But… I’m afraid…” he breathed, on the edge of nearly not saying it. “What if I’m worse than all the others you’ve had? What if you hate it? What if you never want me again?” Shivering inhale, nervously licking at his lip piercings. “I want to be good enough. I want you to like me. But if you don’t like how I am as much as I like how you are…”
He closed his eyes, not wanting his own eyes to reveal everything.
“Sometimes I imagine you…”
His hand lifting. Tattooed fingers around your wrist.
“Hurting me, and I feel so good.”
His voice getting smaller, making you silently step forward.
“I thought that was so wrong, but then… I heard you… with them, behind those d-doors…”
You breathed in his exhale, watching his lips move. The desperate need entangled in his tone, eating away at the fear, holding you to him as much as you were holding him to you, and maybe this was wrong, feeling gratified at his unsatisfied desire but so be it, you let it happen, let him drag it out, let him fabricate his own pain, embarrassed and ashamed in his confession.
“It made everything worse, knowing that you could punish someone, and it wasn’t me. It drove me crazy, you flitting into bedrooms and slipping away with others, but not me. I want your venom in me. I need to be good so you’ll want me most. But I don’t have any experience in this kind of stuff… I don’t want it to be anyone but you. All those people and none of them were me, and remembering that over and over again made me act like a dick, and I was, I was addicted to you without you ever touching me, hurting and wanting to hurt. But I need it. I crave to be your carnage.”
His brows furrowed, hesitating.
“But if I told you… you’d think I’m crazy. Wanting you without ever having you. Feeling like I know you when I don’t know anything.”
Yes.
It was crazy.
How wonderful.
You turned your hand and choked him.
-
Inevitable? Maybe.
Ignorable? Of course.
Worth investigating?
Hm.
You flicked through the social media profile of Jeon Jungkook. Hah. You knew of him. Interacted on the shallowest of levels. Hard not to, considering the other profiles linked in his photos. You knew those other faces. Had tasted those lips – and more, heh – like savoring a glass of fine wine on dark nights. Playtime was the agreement, so that was how it stayed. Ah, but you didn’t want to play a silly game with an unskilled player. There was no challenge in that.
What are you hesitating for?
The shadow of your previous conversation dawdled in your mind. Your questions about Jeon Jungkook answered, along with his number obtained.
You could be his maker.
You smiled wryly as you did at the time of that conversation. What am I, a vampire?
An artist, was the reply.
Some people wanted to watch the world burn, but they didn’t want to hold the match. Instead, they handed it to you and dared you to strike it. How strange. How strange that they did not choose to burn themselves. How else could a phoenix be born? There was no rebirth without ashes, no light without dark, no heaven shining above without hell burning below.
Or maybe they simply liked the idea of you ruling this circle of hell called lust.
Hmmm.
You stared at his photos.
“There is art here, waiting.”
You decided to send Jeon Jungkook a text, asking for time and place.
-
His eyes flew open and there was just something so delicious about the shock in them.
You tightened your grip.
Yanked him forward. Just enough power to cause slowed blood flow. There were two types of choking your enjoyed. The first, the kind that applied pressure but no crescents of pain. And, the second, pressure accented with your nails turning inward, digging into soft flesh to mark what was yours. Jungkook received the first.
For now.
“You like pain?” you asked, placid and almost bored.
Black strands framed those sweet chocolate eyes tainted by the darkness of something deviant.
You ticked your head.
The faintest movement that screamed, hurry the fuck up and answer or I will let go.
He immediately started nodding, his chin pinching down to the pocket between your thumb and forefinger. The danger zone but he didn’t know it. And yet, so smooth, your free hand gliding up, sinking your fingers into the tousled waves of his black hair and pulling back. A breathless whimper drifting up towards you, helpless and contentment all that once, drawing a slow smirk from your lips, and you could feel it upon seeing this display of submission. The race of your heartbeat and the shot of adrenaline. Addiction at its finest. The familiar rush flooding your veins as you yanked Jungkook’s head back by his hair and dug your fingernails into his neck.
“O-Oh, fuuuuck…”
His eyelids fluttered. Hard thighs shaking under you, tense hands gripping the edge of the hotel bed, crumpling the duvet with his desperate want. You placed one knee on the bed and continued choking him, controlling the power to the pads of your fingers and less on your fingernails. Oh, you would leave a mark, but you weren’t specifically aiming to make him bleed. Maybe if he asked nicely. Arcing his head back further, lifting the elbow of your choking hand, looking down into those half-lidded, hazy brown eyes.
You smiled.
Then you spat onto his cheek.
Jungkook flinched strongly, not expecting the sudden splat of liquid onto his face, but you held him still, witnessing his full-body shudder and the moan leaking from his tight throat. You unflinchingly took the full brunt of his intense glare. Trying to burn you with indignation that he didn’t feel.
You leaned down.
And licked his face.
Cleaned off your own spit, tasting flesh and anticipation.
Delicious.
“I taste good on you,” you hummed, running your tongue over his jaw.
His breathing was shallowing and it wasn’t from the choking. Low whines creeping out between gasps, more and more pathetic as you licked all over his jaw, trailing kisses, placing one on that mole but missing his lips. Toyed with his earlobe instead, silver hoops cool on your tongue compared to the hotness of his skin. You could feel the tension in his body reaching breaking point, giving you only a few more moments before you needed to let go.
He attempted to weakly plead your name without honorifics.
You instantly released him.
Jungkook sputtered and coughed. Blood rocketed to his brain in an uncontrolled rush, and it nearly blinded him for a moment, his body veering sideways and his arms shooting up, clawing for something to hold, but your black boxy cropped jacket had been taken off already, leaving you in nothing but a black velvet bra top and matching tight miniskirt.
Strong hands grabbed your hips, dragging you down.
You stood firm.
The hand that had held his hair was still outstretched. Jungkook was coughing and blinking hard, disoriented and coasting on the high that was forced release. He could do nothing as you pushed his head back and cupped his cheek, turning his face so you could admire the dug-in crescents marring the side of his neck.
A different kind of moonlight.
This feeling.
The kind of feeling you could only get from destroying something untainted. Something so special about only encountering this once. Or...? There was something about those begging brown eyes struggling to watch you that made you want to question that. An innocence that seemed to linger even though he knew – or guessed he knew – what was coming.
You reached up and stroked a fingernail over the red marks, playing connect-the-pain-dots.
“Spread your legs.”
You said it softly and with a vicious edge.
Jungkook’s breath hitched and he obeyed, moving his knees away from each other.
You chuckled.
“Wider.”
There was a slight frown in the line of his brows but Jungkook did as he was told. Wider. You nudged his knee with yours, still holding his shaking chin with your hand, almost a gentle caress, and you pressed his thigh open until his erection was jammed into the zipper of his jeans. Discomfort shadowed his features, nose wrinkling, but you merely continued to regard him with a faint smile, reaching down with your free hand.
Took his left wrist and placed his own hand over his denim-covered hard-on.
You could see the protest bubbling in those brown orbs.
“Feel that?”
You curled his fingers around the crotch of his pants and molded his fingers to his trapped length.
“That’s how much you want to fuck me.”
It was one thing to say it yourself. Another for the one you were lusting after to point it out and make you feel it, make you stroke yourself through your clothes with their hand over your hand, and now that was Jungkook’s position, you doing just that while staring into his eyes, forcing him to tease himself under your command, only able to view you from the side as you held his head still, his black hair spilling over his cheek and forehead.
“N… Noona…”
You closed your fingers around his and made him grip the seam of his jeans, enclosing the thick fabric around the head of his cock. His shoulders buckled and he moaned, powerful legs threatening to close but you pinned his knee to the bed, driving in the point of pain, daring him to disobey.
You ticked your head.
Moved your thumb to stroke his trembling lower lip.
“What?”
Your tone was serene. Inside the rampant desire was tearing your calm façade apart, arousal and exhilaration building, finally feeling alive in this circumstance.
Those glistening dark eyes shifted, enamored by your power.
“P-Please…”
I will make you want punishment.
You knew. He knew. Those words now embedded in his mind, toying with him, dragging him into his dark fantasies that he couldn’t and didn’t want to share with others. You could see it in this eye contact. Him on his knees, holding the hem of his shirt in his teeth, wanting your tongue on him. Him with his hands above his head, taut inked skin and flexed muscles, exposing his chest to the mercy of your raking fingernails. Him sitting with his legs open, your teeth sinking into his hard thighs, clutching his balls in your grip and pre-cum dripping off the swollen head of his cock, leaking out and dripping, desperate to be buried in your throat.
You held your breath.
Just to heighten the high of what Jungkook was about to say in that silvery, quivering voice of his.
He shuddered.
“Punish me.”
-
“How do I know you won’t back out?”
How cute. Jeon Jungkook had called suddenly and barked this question at you. No hello, no how are you doing. Not even should I bring a snack. Instead, anxiousness hiding behind irate accusation. The I-definitely-don’t-care-but-I-do attitude.
“You don’t know,” you chuckled, letting your words caress his ears. Unintimidated by his fire, allowing it burn closer and surround you. “You just have to trust me.”
You could hear the heaviness of his breath.
“I can’t trust you,” he snapped, slipping into his Busan satoori in his fluster.
And yet you still want to keep me on the line.
“Too scared of the risk?”
And he could hear it in your voice, almost. A suggestion of adoration. On the edge, darling, but it wasn’t there. Only hinted at. You heard him suck in a breath. Tight. Maybe he had never thought of it, that possibility, until right now, until your tone of endearment that may or may not be there, but he couldn’t be sure and that was why he was taking so long to respond.
“I… I’m not scared. I just don’t wanna waste my time.”
“Oh, but I do.”
You hummed, sighing softly into the microphone, listening to Jungkook pause, holding his breath, spellbound by your tone.
“I want to waste my time on you. Spend long minutes with my hands in your hair, chest to chest, layers of clothes between us. Straddle your lap. So close but so far. My lips skimming your jaw, your throat, your collarbones. I want to say anything. I want to feel you. Breathe you. Consume the moment for every delectable bite it is. Press against you. Trap your waist between my thighs and feel you squirm against me. For me. You want it? Ask for it. I’ll deliver.”
He couldn’t see you, but you could feel your smirk widening as you spoke.
“You have my word.”
Waited a beat.
“Jungkook.”
Sweet like a lover, and then you hung up, cutting off the paradise.
Mmmm, you did love edging them.
-
Hovering.
You hovered above him and his shaking lips, his naked chest beneath you, and held his wrists. Not because you needed to hold him down. No, he was too trapped in his role to fight you. Didn’t want to, even. Tightened your grip. Lust rippled over his expression, slipping further into service. You deliberately avoided his hands. Kept your fingers constricted around tattoos and tendons and stared into his eyes. Dark brown irises polluted by the dilution of his pupils.
You breathed in.
Low and slow.
Feasting on the tension.
Lips barely a centimeter from his and those shiny silver lip rings. Close enough to cause the tremble, far enough to deny. Just enough distance for your exhale to be the secondhand smoke he desperately breathed in, already craving that nicotine.
You lowered your lashes.
Slid the middle finger of your left hand down, down his right forearm. Raking a line of hurt over black and color, deep enough to cause real pain but so slow, so slow that it made those round eyes shiver, his head flinching, and maybe it was involuntary or maybe it wasn’t, but you still denied him. The smirk stayed your eyes rather than on your lips, making the moment even more maddening. Frustration flashing in those expressive chocolate orbs, close to begging, but still too proud to break.
He was reaching impatience, so you took action.
You lifted your hand from his arm.
“Art…”
You whispered to those yet-to-be-devoured lips.
“Requires a certain cruelty.”
Then you pressed your palm to his mouth and slashed your fingernails over his bare chest.
Jungkook choked on his own yelp and you snuffed it back into his throat with your fingers clamping down on his cheeks. His hands shot up sharply, and you glared with malice, all five nails perched like a spider on his red, shaking pecs. A second of hesitation, and you let him remember what he said, punish me, the recall of subservience crumbling the surprise in his gaze.
He did not stop you.
You rewarded him with drenched tongue over white-hot pain.
The potent moan radiated from his flesh to your tongue and then into your head. Pierced with lust, with submission, with confusion, for he didn’t understand how it could hurt so much and yet feel so good. You scratched him again, lower, indenting his muscle and reddening the skin, not hiding your veracious fixation of the marred color, hungrily pressing the flat of your tongue onto it so you could feel the carnal elasticity and the heat of inflammation, oh how wonderful, raking your teeth over the tension, your lips smearing past, kissing his body before you even kissed him.
This.
Burning skin on tongue. He tasted clean, almost sweet. As if he prepared for you. You sank your teeth into his side, your fingers splayed out on his collarbones, ah, yes. Wet. His chest was damp from your spit. You sunk your middle finger into the base of his throat and Jungkook was gasping, choking, his trembling hand encircling your wrist but putting no pressure. Whimpers. He very badly wanted to touch you more, but he couldn’t guess how much you would allow and that fear alone heightened his lust. You pressed harder onto that spot between the bone, closing your eyes, letting his cries resonate sweetly in your ears.
This rawness of emotion.
This was beauty incarnate.
You relaxed all pressure on his throat and bit his nipple.
“Ah!”
You wrapped your hand around his neck and gripped harshly as your tongue toyed with the now-hard nub, finally lowering your body onto his clothed lower half. Right between his thighs, not your crotch but with your stomach against his bulging erection, grinding against it as you sucked, flicked, nipping at his nipples while casually and savagely choking him.
Looked up at him.
Condescendingly bored.
His hands scrambled for his neck, pulling at your fingers, but you only held on tighter, pushing the limit, and he was shaking his head, his black hair flying, those large eyes rolling in wild helplessness, glistening pink lips parted but making so sound, his feeble cry pinched in its now bloodless cage.
The silver lip rings gleamed in the light.
You ran your tongue over his chest, over red skin and trembling muscle.
Jungkook was getting harder under you. Throbbing, even in the jeans. You didn’t let go, keeping him in suspension of half-breath and half-death. That was because despite his showy performance of resistance, there was no power in his clawing fingers. The strength was in his hips, in his desperate, fervent rutting against your exposed midriff. You still hadn’t taken off your bra top or miniskirt. You let him keep going. Let him feel the velvet of your covered breasts against his hard, flexed abdomen. Let him thrive in the sensual agony. The rough friction was searing, but you did not move away, even pressing back against him.
His chest was tightening, strained scream rattling in his ribcage, trying to get off in vain, but there was too much fabric and not enough stimulation, aching pleasure fringed by the torturous pain of not enough.
You smiled.
“Don’t say you want it and not mean it,” you said, tone without inflection.
You lessened your grip just barely.
Bleeding oxygen flooding into his brain, and Jungkook moaned weakly, disoriented, his black hair sticking to his face, his lips, his cheeks, sweat and spit and tears, gasping, lashes fluttering, picturesque hands with those lovely fingers fanning out, stroking your inescapable grip on his neck. As if he savored the power locking him down. Needed it.
His silvery voice cracked like brilliant glass shards refracting rainbows as they fell.
“P… hah… Ple… Please, noona…”
There was a perverse satisfaction in watching him break.
“I… m-mean it, I w-want you, please… I can’t t-take this… I wa… want to feel you, please…”
You, too, savored his shattering demeanor.
Those large chocolate brown eyes up above pleading sweetly, urgently, watery.
Down below, you grinned with more than a touch of mania.
“Now that is what I want to see.”
You let go of his neck. His shudders travelled through your body as you slid down his, vibrations cutting all the way down to the very bone, sensing his fear and anticipation and that irresistible addiction building. The thrill of something new, something dangerous, something evolving into necessity as you looked into his eyes and Jungkook stared back, bitten pink lips parted in wonder as you slid between his thighs, serpentine, your predatory gaze reflected in his glassy irises. You did not hide your ravenous glee.
You could feel him getting more and more aroused knowing he had awoken something deep inside you.
You gripped the sides of his jeans and extended your tongue.
Threatening.
“N-No, wai–”
What happened next was simple. Almost too simple. But it was the performance that mattered. It was not just about removing his pants, but was about the deliberateness in your force while doing so. It was about your undivided attention directed right at him. It was about the slow, frame-by-frame pace. It was about the tightness of your grip and the harshness of your knuckles digging into his v-line as you slowly, tooth by tooth, dragged down the metal zipper of those classic blue jeans. You let him feel the nick of every tick of metal against his barely clothed erection. Centimeter by centimeter. Hooked your fingers under the waistband and let your fingernails catch on his hips. Jungkook whimpered, rising to his elbows, staring wide-eyed at you, not even realizing the disheveled state of himself. You slowly removed his jeans, tugging down, down, backing up, your sharp manicure periodically catching on his tense thighs, watching the gasp ripple up his red, flexed chest and escape from his throat. Sinful pleasure washing over his features once he realized he was enjoying it.
Perfect.
You let Jungkook watch your expression transform from faint amusement to rapturous satisfaction.
You backed up, tossing his jeans aside.
Knelt in front of his open legs and placed your hands on your lap.
Demure, one over the other.
You smirked.
“Show me.”
You ticked your head to the bulge in his black boxer briefs. Voice like poisoned honey, your words both a command and a dare. His cheeks burning red and there was the faintest tick of annoyance that you silenced with your sharpened gaze. Your smirk subtly morphed into something a little more sinister, a subliminal challenge in this smile. Maybe if he was in his right mind he could refuse, but there was too much adrenaline and too much anticipation.
The promise of payoff was so, so close.
Which was why you got to watch Jeon Jungkook strip his underwear off right in front of your eyes.
Your tongue traced your lower lip, wetting it.
He was now sitting at the very edge of the bed, thick thighs spread wide open, taut tension all over his muscles, and his swollen erection sticking out, the purple-red head leaking and angry, desperately seeking stimulation. And pain. Before he could drop his hand by his side again, you snatched it and stopped him.
Jungkook froze.
Visibly shivering at the contact of you holding his hand.
You stared into his eyes and brought his hand to his crotch, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock.
“Wha–”
You violently spat on the veined shaft, splattering saliva all over, and made him stroke himself, just like that. Immediate gasp, his hips bucking, and you spit on him again, slicker and wetter, forcing him to masturbate. He didn’t need much encouragement, already taking over the pace, harder, faster, and you let go, your fingertips running over his slippery knuckles, spreading your saliva all over. Looking up, seeing his black hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth open, shuddering, his moans deeper and lower now, more wanton, on the edge of depravity, not wanting to do it but needing to, too aroused to stop, too turned on to turn back, hyper-aware of the power saturated in this moment.
Jungkook was completely naked in front of your still clothed form, jacking himself off, and every time you spat on him, he whimpered, powerful hips jerking and rattling the hotel bed, the struggle flashing over his torn expression, to enjoy or be ashamed, but his lips were betraying him, more, please, his hand shaking as you made a mess of his thighs and cock, dripping spit, licking the inside of his open legs, his hand pausing with every one of your dramatic flairs.
Edging himself for you.
Your hands rested on his hard thighs, pushing them apart even more, glancing down at this lewd display but mostly observing his face, not letting him escape the pleasurable prison of your attention. You specifically did not verbally degrade him. It was not wanted and there was no need.
The silence itself was palpable humiliation.
His breathing shallowed.
Stuttered.
Chest tightening.
Close.
You leaned forward, hearing him hold his breath.
Suspension.
The harsh slap of hand to skin suddenly stopping.
Your hand clenched around his, abruptly cutting off his high. Squeezing through his grip. The violent throb of blood, and you staring into those large, glistening brown orbs, his rising sob dying in his dry throat. You rose instead, standing over him, keeping your hold around his strained hand. Even under dingy hotel lighting, his tan skin glittered with sweat, those prominent cheekbones framed by curled black strands, and, oh, those quivering flushed lips trying to choke out your name, a plea, anything, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t, rendered mute by the deafening silence.
He was falling apart.
It was sublime.
Art was worth the pain.
You raised your other hand and cupped his chin.
“Jungkook,” you breathed, hazy and slow.
He moaned, thin and strung out on desperation, not caring about anything anymore, not knowing if there was an end. Ensnared by the moment. Possessed by compliance. You lowered your head. He obediently opened his lips, and his entire body shook uncontrollably, those lovely eyes rolling back into his head, hurriedly swallowing the stream of spit dripping from your tongue, the tips of your fingers caressing the slippery, pulsing, purple-red head of his cock locked in his grip, and now…
Now, the composition was perfect.
It was mere seconds, but at this point Jungkook didn’t have a good grasp on time anymore. Obscene whimpers, blown-out pupils, hardly registering the sound of the foil packaging ripping open, gasping as you tugged his hand away, his eyelashes fluttering as the ghost of your touch rolled down the condom, and then you hiked your skirt up, flicking down your panties.
They slid down your legs, the mere scrap of fabric soaked through.
Your grasped Jungkook’s right shoulder and now he finally seemed to realize what was happening, his eyes widening, but now it was too late, your heat right above the head, your other hand at the base, one knee on the bed.
“N… Noona…?”
You sank down onto his cock.
It was a slightly awkward position, but lust and adrenaline took over as you slowly, carefully bottomed out, not really for him, but for you to truly enjoy what was about to blossom, clenching around his girth and savoring the aching fullness, spying his pained expression from underneath your lashes. Tightened jaw as the wet sleeve choked him from below, and then the visible wave of ecstasy travelling through his body that manifested merely as a meek groan when you rocked your hips, dragging him into the constricting bliss, riding Jungkook on the edge of the hotel bed.
“W-Wai–oh, fuuuuck…”
You did not wait, hooking your leg over his thigh and leaning your knee against the mattress as you fucked him with some effort, but his body responded immediately, thrusting up and into you, and there it was, the flare within your core, intensity finally meeting matched intensity. Your breath stilling in your chest, leaning forward a little more, driving your hips forward, smack, there, fuck, yes, there, and you could see the angle was affecting Jungkook too, the muscles of his neck tense, lifting himself to his hands, and now he was really fucking you back, giving into the compulsion, hot gasp drifting over your neck, and you looked down to glassy brown eyes and shaking lips, those silver lip rings the inviting garnish, and still you resisted, slamming your hips down, slap, wet and tight and hungry for more, more of the thick cock, gripping his inked shoulder so hard that you were leaving even more marks.
Crescents of pain.
It was unbearably hot in the velvet bra top and your miniskirt bunched around your waist, but there was power in that discomfort. A visible inequality that fed the feral and the fervor, drowning you and him in this visceral, depraved lust, both hunting for the high, your hand rising and his hand rising, hips driven forward, harder.
Your hand around his neck.
His grasping your ass, dragging down and hitting you deeper, softly whimpering as you clenched around him.
“Fuck, yes.”
You exhaled hotly over his lips, letting your satisfaction bloom in the carnage of his pride.
“You…”
Bringing Jungkook’s face close to yours by his throat, losing your own breath with your ferocity, your words a husky rasp as you neared your crescendo.
“Inspire me.”
And then you kissed him.
Lips to inflamed lips, feeling the flash of sparks race all over your skin and burn your insides, faster, a bruising rhythm that Jungkook was leading, whining in your mouth as he came, his hips violently shaking, all the while pressing up against you, that strong hand splayed out over your lower back as he took your breath away. Your hand tightening, taking his blood away, and that was it, succumbing to the addictive power, tension snapping, radiating bliss racing through your veins, the brutal punch of orgasm leaving you airless, moaning deeply into his waiting mouth, your inner walls throbbing and viscous juices seeping down his balls, his thighs, sticking to your crotch.
The stench of summer sex soaked through the sheets, creating a large damp spot down the edge of the hotel bed.
You let go of Jungkook’s shoulder and held his trembling face, deepening the kiss and swallowing his raw whimpers. His pining sounds expanded and fluttered in your chest, so pure and so delicious, and more, you needed more, drunk on his taste, enslaved by this passion.
I’ve outdone myself this time.
You sighed into his mouth.
-
“I hate you.”
Surrounded by used condoms, electric air, and rumpled sheets half-pulled off the hotel bed, Jeon Jungkook gripped your wrist and told you he hated you, breathing hard, laying on his side. Both of you completely naked. You were sitting upright, delicately leaning against pillows and the headboard.
You smiled down at him.
“Oh?”
“W… Why are you… hah, why are you okay and I’m…”
His sweaty black hair was plastered to his forehead.
“Not?” you offered.
Across your body, you felt the bruises of his fingertips and soreness thrumming in your muscles. This network of pain simply curled into the blossom of the afterglow, creating the veining throughout the petals of this satisfying night.
Jungkook’s expression turned from irate to shattered.
You kept your smile but, behind it, hesitancy lurked.
Those dark glass eyes closed beneath you, but he held into your wrist, tattooed fingers squeezing hard.
Breath after breath. Ragged. Injured, but with pleasure. Satisfied, but some part wasn’t. You didn’t have to look into his eyes to know how he was feeling. Bowed, shaking shoulders. Body curling into the sheets, blanket tangled around his legs, the low light of the hotel room casting harsh shadows. He moved closer to you. Holding on for dear life. You could feel the uncontrollable tremors from his hot hand.
“Just…”
His voice so small, cracking under a weight unseen.
“J-Just… just pretend a little… longer…”
Your smile slipped away, like a shadow in the night.
“For me… noona…”
It is the performance that matters.
You looked down at the form of Jeon Jungkook and wondered if you could always be right.
“I’m not pretending,” you said to the flower that had blossomed in your carnage. You reached over and put your hand over his. “This is who I am.”
His fingers relaxed.
You paused.
You looked down again. At Jungkook burying his face into the sheets and the pillows, inhaling the heavy scent of sex that had transpired between you and him, burning it into his memory. Not too close to touch you, but close enough for you to feel the heat from his body, close enough so you couldn’t forget, and his hand was still on your wrist, tenderly caressing the inner tendon. It was a slightly rough touch. Unfamiliar.
For now.
What feeling are you trying to chase?
“Are you obsessed with me or what?” you chuckled, brushing the thought aside.
Stopped.
Jungkook was gazing at you from below. A singular dark brown orb, teary and reflective, the other masked by a tangle of black hair and the white hotel bedding. You had asked the question and the answer was wordless or, rather, simply in that stare alone. Bleeding desire. Helpless passion. Raw want.
You memorized his pained expression.
It was too beautiful not to.
“Would you let me be?”
It was both a rhetorical question and his answer.
Jeon Jungkook was supposed to be a fleeting moment. Supposed to be and, as you kept eye contact, you could feel the fire behind the glass. Some people wanted to watch the world burn, but they didn’t want to hold the match. His hand slipped out of yours and covered your fingers, grasping them tightly, possessively, intensely watching you, burning from your ignited match, burning and asking to be set on fire again, and again, and again, in dark nights and hazy afternoons and early mornings, and your skin prickled under the gaze of Jeon Jungkook, an expression that demanded to be set alight by your flames, for he had dreamed about it for so long and now it was real but you could potentially take it all away and he just wanted you to know…
He couldn’t live without the euphoria of this performance.
Your lips parted to refuse him.
And you couldn’t.
The seconds stretched into minutes. You could be his maker. Rebirthed from the ashes. An artist. You could tell that Jungkook thought very straightforwardly. He did not want to let go, so he didn’t. Simple. It was a pure feeling and it continued even after the first time.
Innocence.
The feeling I’m trying to chase? Ecstasy.
You smirked, sly laughter simmering in your lungs.
“You’re asking for trouble.”
-
“You’ll have to frame me up on your wall to keep me out of trouble.”
You grinned and shoved Jeon Jungkook into the wall, capturing his lips once more. The familiar press of two metal lip rings in this kiss, the familiar tension radiating from the hard muscle beneath you, the familiar impatient hands finding your ass, pushing up the short hem of your miniskirt and sinking into the soft curve. Time and time again, he showed up under you, dragging you to him, insatiable, craving, begging as if he had never had your pain before, shivering from every kiss, never having enough unless he was falling apart from your touch, all of him feeding the predatory compulsion that you had always tried to hide behind one-night stands and planned hit-and-runs.
All of your flaws aligning with this mood of his.
Jungkook slid down the wall, moaning, rolling his hips into your crotch, completely forgetting he was in somebody else’s house and supposed to be celebrating their birthday.
Thankfully, the music was blaring.
Your hand around his neck and you reached down. He was wearing tighter, black pleather pants today.
Ah, art and torture went hand-in-hand.
You gripped his balls through his pants and he whined in your face, trembling all over as his neglected erection strained above your hand. Lips locking, hot bodies pressed together in the semi-darkness, drinking in his thin exhale and his pleas, even reaching down to palm himself as you tortured his balls, squeezing and pulsing your knuckles around him.
“N-Noona, just f-fuck me, please,” was his breathless whimper into your mouth, lustful moans hitching as you choked him harder, and it was too delicious, too demanding, too beautiful was this graphic display of greedy desire.
Art.
How could you walk away?
“Irresistible, my darling,” you murmured to panicked breath, and you dragged him to you, tasting his smile as his tight white shirt was being tugged out of his pants below the entangled kiss, and he breathed you in, his free hand reaching up to your swimsuit top, scooping out your breasts as you controlled the blood flow to his head and undid the zipper with your other hand, peeling the pleather away.
You grabbed his balls, squeezing.
He gripped his hard cock.
Right.
On.
Cue.
He whined and you shoved the hem of his shirt into his mouth, making him bite down onto it and exposing his bare, muscular torso. Those pleas in those glassy brown orbs, long black hair disheveled and all over his face, and you grinned, the moment on fire, electricity racing over your skin as he toyed with your nipples and jacked himself off, him basking in your force and the addiction of being controlled. So picturesque, a work of art, and so you had to make it yours.
You couldn’t get enough of him.
You raked your nails over his ass and down his thigh and his eyes rolled back in his head, his muffled whisper between you and him, drifting in the dark.
“I love the way you hurt me.”
Music to your ears.
“Hurt me more, noona.”
Art required a certain cruelty, after all.
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!! All of those stories content strong and mature language, please do not read them if you’re under 18 !!
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A little bit in love whit you - @joonbo [1/3] ongoing (fwb, college au, smut, angst, potential fluff)
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New parent syndrome - @1kook [9.5k] (dilf!namjoon, married couple, parents, fluff, smut)
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Don’t read the dead languages - @sailoryooons [17k] (e2l, smut, bit of angst, fluff, supernatural au)
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Knocked - @sailoryooons [?] (rommates au, f2l, fluff, a bit of angst, smut)
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Drunk over sober - @personasintro [4.3k] (part2)(e2l, mention of alcohol, little angst, fluff)
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The feelings slow to fade - @taleasnewastime [26.7k] (e2l, angst, fluff, smut, horror au, mention of blood, paranormal)
Kiss me more - @mosaic-opine [7k] (arranged marriage au, smut, angst, fluff, idiot2l)
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Helping hands - @kooksbunnnn [3.2k] (rommates2l, smut, fluff)
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Menace - [2/2] (serie of drabbles) (brother best friend!jimin, smut, angst, e2l, ewb)
Drabbles :
Cut me deep (and sew it up) - @cutechim [only one part for now] [6k] (angst, smut, a little bit of fluff if you squint, mafia!jimin)
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Not that good - @taleasnewastime [20k] (ons2l, s2f2l, smut, fluff, angst, college)
Drabbles :
It’s sweet - @here2bbtstrash [4.3k] (fwb2l, 100% fluff)
Washed on - @ressjeon [6k] (college au, frat boy!tae, smut, a bit of fluff)
Fireworks - @minisugakoobies [556] (part2) (neighbor au, fluff)
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Blackout - @jjungxkook [3/3] (best friends2lovers, roommates, untold feelings, smut, angst, fluff, college au)
Stay with me - @jungk0oksthighs [14/14] (exes2l, divorced, young parent, co-parents, unexpected pregnancy, angst, fluff, smut)
How many - @yoon-kooks [6/6] (series of drabbles) (college au, fluff, s2f2l, tattooed!jk, tattoo artist!yn)
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Stay quiet for me - @vminizzle [0.9k] (smut, a bit of fluff)
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Stardust - @euphoricfilter [5.5k] (best friend2l, fluff, smut)
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spiceofvy · 9 months
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Please note that all my works are headcanons, nsfw and gender neutral unless it's tagged differently!
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Hoseok
Stamina concept
Namjoon
Hitting head on headboard concept
Sub!Namjoon x Dom!Hyung Line concept
Rapline
Reader has Nipple Piercings
Reader never had an orgasm
Walking in on the Reader masturbating
What kissing the BTS Rapline is like sfw
Sexting with the BTS Rapline
Telling the BTS Rapline that you fake your orgasms
BTS Rapline with an insomniac reader sfw
BTS Rapline reaction to the reader crying sfw
Reader getting insecure during sex
Reader getting hurt during sex
Reader is taller than them semi-nsfw fem!reader
Maknae Line
Reader is lazy in bed
OT7
Dating a non-celebrity sfw
Having a crush on a friend sfw
Unrequited crush sfw
Reader is stronger than them sfw
Masc!GF and pegging fem!reader
Readers cat doesn't like them sfw
Subtle things they do when they have a crush sfw
Thinking reader betrayed them sfw
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Chan
Comforting Chan sfw
Minho
Soft Boyfriend Headcanons sfw
Hyunjin
Hyunjin walking in on the reader masturbating afab reader one-shot
Felix
Sub!Felix Brainrot concept
OT8
Reader has Nipple Piercings
Reader never had an Orgasm
Walking in on Reader masturbating
What kissing SKZ is like sfw
Sexting with SKZ
Telling SKZ that you fake your orgasms
SKZ with an insomniac reader sfw
SKZ reacting to the reader crying sfw
Reader getting insecure during sex
Reader is not very vocal in bed
Reader getting hurt during sex
Getting jealous on a show sfw 9th member fem!reader
Reader is taller than them semi-nsfw fem!reader
Their dick doesn't fit
Aftercare with them sfw
Reader is too shy to ask for affection sfw
Sucking you off amab!reader
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Finding out about your nipple piercings
Reader is super clingy sfw
Aftercare with them
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wwbtsdty · 2 years
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Set My Soul On Fire [ 1 ] | 18+
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Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.
Rating: 18+
Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Hoseok
Status: Ongoing
Word Count: 6.7k+
Warnings: Explicit language, dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, slow burn smut, depictions of violence, possessiveness, polyamory, mentions of blood, anxiety, insecurities, trauma, jealousy, sexual tension. 
Author’s Note: More warnings to be added in later chapters. This is my first fanfic I’m sharing with the public, so please be kind. I’m working on becoming a better writer, for now sometimes this might seem like a jumbled mess, but practice makes perfect! Hopefully I can at least convey the stories I want in the best way I can. This is all fictional. 
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Soul Flame | noun
A being with which you share a bond that cannot be broken.
A being who can feel their mates feelings and thoughts.
Soul Flames came into existence shortly after I had entered middle school, I can still remember the news reports blasting across every channel. You couldn’t turn on the television, radio or even walk down the street without being bombarded by the news. 
“Real or Fake?! First existence of soul mates discovered in Europe!”
“New phenomenon discovered, scientists have named Soul Flames!”
Soul Flames were people you instinctually bonded with, but the catch was only one person would be able to feel their soul flame initially, and only when they were within a short distance of each other. Scientists were still trying to figure out why only one person in the bond would be able to feel what the other person was feeling upon first meeting. Only when the bond was complete with your soul flame the other bond would be able to feel their thoughts and feelings.
The term Soul Flame had come from what happened upon mating. I guess each bond had a unique “flame” when they mated, the soul flames had described it as a colorful aura that enveloped them and created a feeling, which of course, couldn’t be described by anyone other than the bonded, as it wasn’t visible to the naked eye. This in itself made the idea of soul flames a lot for people to believe in, seeing is believing after all.
Everyone went a little crazy after the first announcement, running around getting as close to anyone they found remotely attractive to see if a bond would appear. After the first month though was when things really started to turn sideways. Without having any visible way of telling who was truly your soul flame, people started using this to their own advantage. Lying about being someone’s soul flame to get them to sleep with them, steal from them or worse. As quickly as a year from announcing the first bonded pair, the term Soul Flame had become synonymous with ghosts and Bigfoot, something the government would rather sweep under the rug then acknowledge.
When you had to be in such a short distance of your soul flame to even find one, how in the 8 million people in the world would you ever meet such a person, if they even existed?
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April 16, 2022 - Las Vegas
BTS was currently the hottest boy band of the century, and you had somehow been lucky enough to score tickets to their first concert since the pandemic ended.
Normally you weren't much of a concert goer, masses of people squeezed tighter than sardines, girls shrieking and crying... you'd rather walk over hot coals. But, for Bangtan you were willing to make the sacrifice. To finally hear those gorgeous voices in person, see their lithe bodies dancing on stage. It had seemed only fate that their concert fell on your birthday, the perfect birthday present to yourself.
You glanced over at your friend dressed to kill, she looked like she was about to hit the red carpet, not the mosh pit that awaited us inside the stadium. You raised a brow at her questionable choice of shoes, 4 inch platform heels, you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up. "How in the hell are you going to last all day in those heels Mel? I’m not helping you when you decide to ditch those bad boys and walk barefoot, remember what happened last time?" Last time being a party where she had drunkly thrown her shoes in the trash and then proceeded to step on some idiots broken beer bottle on our walk home.
She just scoffed at you, running her fingers down her body suggestively. "If you want to grab the bangtan boys attention you've got to dress the part, beauty is pain baby!"  To which you shook your head, “Seriously Mel, no more emergency room visits please.” You glanced around at the throngs of people swarming the stadium, you were shocked to find many if not all the girls were in fact dressed in their most eye-catching outfits, hair and makeup absolutely perfect. Sure there were some devoted army decked out in nothing but BTS gear, handmade signs held proudly with phrases like, “Marry Me Suga” or “Show me your Namtiddes,” a sign in particular that always made you chuckle.
Your eyes traveled down to your own plain tank top and denim shorts, topped off with your good ole beat up hot pink converse. You'd dressed knowing it was gonna be hot as hell in Vegas, let alone with all those bodies packed together. You could see the people now, straining as far across that threshold as they could get away with, fingers grasping for any member they could get there greedy fingers on. You didn’t feel like falling given your graceful status, you still remembered how much shit Mel gave you the last time you decided to wear heels and immediately ate it.
Not that you really cared how you looked, you knew no matter the show the boys put on it was just that, a show. I'm sure they thought some women.. or men(I don't pretend to know their sexual preference) in the crowd were hot. That's about as far as that goes though, some gossiping amongst each other, some flirting looks and dance moves, god help me if they sang Baepsae. But no one could honestly think anything would ever happen with one of them. Yes, they were devastatingly handsome, and they knew it. You had fallen in love with their music and dance moves long before their looks, the fact that they were hot was just a perk.
You finally reached the end of the line, a big burly man in a security jacket giving Mel a once over before scanning our tickets for entry. Music was blasting through the speakers as you walked into the stadium, you couldn’t help but wonder if the security guard was secretly an Army, maybe underneath that jacket he too had “Marry me Suga” on his shirt. Mel weaved through that crowd like she was in the matrix dragging you along for the ride, somehow we made it to the front of the stage unscathed.
Feedback rang throughout the stadium just as we got to our seats, the show was about to begin... cue the screaming girls. You quickly raised your hands to cover your ears against the onslaught, glancing over at Mel to complain only to suddenly be swarmed by crazed fans pushing to get as close to the stage as possible. 
“Fuck!” You shouted as you found yourself pressed harshly against the barrier, now you remember why you hated going to concerts in the first place. You were finding it difficult to breathe in this position, the crowd seemed to push harder, forcing your body almost across the barrier. Security guards were doing their best to force the masses back but were failing miserably. The familiar rush of adrenaline spread throughout your body, you felt the familiar onslaught of anxiety rearing its ugly head. Yet another reason you didn’t like to attend concerts, you knew not being able to breathe well was one of your triggers, silly you for thinking things could be different. You'd been working so hard with medication and psychologists to try to remedy this situation over the years, you thought you were prepared.
Please don’t do this to me now, I’ve waited for this moment for so long, the last thing I needed was a panic attack to ruin everything. 
You tried taking deep breaths in and out as you began to count the number of speakers on stage, a technique you had developed in therapy after discovering your need to distract your brain during the episodes. Still the adrenaline burned hotter in your body, the heat of Las Vegas was definitely not helping this situation. Nothing was working... you frantically searched the crowd for Mel. At this rate you were bordering on passing out, with this many people around you were bound to be trampled, here’s hoping she wouldn’t be attending your funeral. Here lies Y/N, trampled by crazed fans at a BTS concert after having a stupid panic attack.
Harsh Korean words echoed throughout the stadium, the sound of fighting ensued as people could be seen moving about quickly back stage, you could just make out two other people holding someone back as he tried to break away. Just as your eyesight started to blur a tuft of black hair came running on stage frantically, his worried eyes scouring the crowd as the screams from the crowd reached a crescendo. Your gaze met with his and you were suddenly falling as the world went black around you.
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“What were you thinking?! You could have gotten hurt, let alone the pictures that will be splattered across every front page!” 
“Fuck I wasn’t thinking hyung, you know that better than anyone! I just knew I had to get to her…. I could feel her.”
You could just make out people shouting around you, a loud crash registering as you blinked back into consciousness. You let out a brief whine squinting against the blinding fluorescent lights. Shit you felt like you’d been hit by a semi truck. You try hard to remember what happened, flashes of screaming fan girls and not being able to breathe clouding your vision.
“Guys she’s waking up, let’s all just calm down and not freak her out more than she already will be.”
You registered someone gently cradling your hand, sweeping their fingers softly across your wrist in comfort. “Hey there, go slowly.. you fell and hit your head pretty hard. How are you feeling?” A deep voice whispered,  your eyes fully opening to the sight of four men crowding around you.
All at once everything came back to you, the concert, the crushing swarm of fan girls, the sweltering heat causing your anxiety to skyrocket before you ultimately lost consciousness. But more importantly… was Park Jimin from BTS currently holding your hand or did you actually get crushed to death?
You nervously snatched your hand from his grasp, frantically shuffling backwards in your confusion as an arm shot out to steady you before you fell off the couch. “Yah! Careful!” You glanced down to the tattooed arm wrapped around your stomach then up to the person it belonged to, large almond eyes stared worriedly into your own making your stomach to clench.
“J-… ungkook? Jeon Jungkook?”
That familiar bunny smile on display that made your heart falter, he gave a shy nod as his arm tightened around you. 
“Wha-… What the hell is going on? Did I hit my head harder than I thought? Wait... am I dead? I’m dead aren’t I? I never thought this would be the way I would go, crushed by fan girls! I mean, granted I thought maybe you guys would at least be shirtless if I were in heaven…” The word vomit wouldn’t stop, you felt increasingly nervous as you rambled on taking in the members around you.
Jimin’s angel like laughter broke your reverie as he whispered softly, “I mean… I can make that happen if that’s what you want Y/N.” The blood rush to your face at his comment, warmth gathering in your stomach at the idea of Jimin shirtless. No doubt you were blushing based on the curious stares you were getting from Namjoon and Taehyung across the room.
Wait.. he had just spoken Korean hadn’t he? You were almost positive you didn’t know Korean.. did you?
I mean sure you had tried to learn it briefly one summer during lockdown, you thought it would be nice not have to rely on the captions when you watched your drama’s. But that was it, you knew just enough to get by. “How can I understand you?” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as they considered your comment.
“Well, my best guess is because of the bond… but there’s never been another soul flame where someone spoke another language so...” Namjoon shrugged, explaining like it was the most natural thing in the world to understand. A nervous snort escaped you as you looked at Namjoon like he had grown horns, “Wait wait… what—did you say Soul Flame? Aren’t those like fairy tales you tell little girls and boys these days?”
Jungkook and Jimin suddenly looked like you had just kicked their puppy or something, “It’s not a fairy tale…” Taehyung piped in sullenly. Namjoon cleared his throat stepping closer, “Tae’s right, Soul Flames very much still exist and we believe you may be ours. Jungkook was more than willing to risk his life on just that. ” He shot jungkook a glare, that all too familiar chin jutting out angrily. Jungkook pulled you tightly against him until you could feel the hard planes of his chest burning into your back, “I wasn’t going to stand by and do nothing,” He spoke vehemently under his breathe.
You were still stuck on one keyword in his sentence, “Ours? Ours who? You don’t mean…” You signaled to all four of them, “All of you are my Soul Flames? I thought you only had 1 Soul Flame… if it even existed.” You weren’t ever expecting to find your Soul Flame in your lifetime, no one really did, let alone 4 of them. How in the hell did that even work?
“Honestly, we’re not sure how this happened either, maybe it’s because we have such a strong bond as members that this happened? There’s so much that’s not known about Soul Flames, no one really cares to research anymore after all that has happened. There could be many multiple person pairs out there we just don’t know about.” Namjoon sighs rubbing at his temple in annoyance, “What we do know is we will have to deal with the repercussions tomorrow morning of Jungkooks display, right now we’d just like to get you somewhere safe. We rushed you back stage after you collapsed and had our physician on staff check you out while you were under. He said you’d probably just have a bad headache and some bruising but nothing too serious.” He handed you a bottle of water and some pills, “Aspirin, I’m sure your head is killing you after that fall.”
You had momentarily forgotten just how crappy you felt, quickly downing the medicine and water. “Thank you, now that you mentioned it my head is really killing me…” rubbing at the back of your head, you were sure there would be a nice bump back there tomorrow… “Wait! What about the concert?” You exclaimed, hoping you hadn’t ruined everything. Jungkook rested his chin on your shoulder squeezing you reassuringly, “We postponed it… we’ll get on VLive later tonight to console Army’s, I’m sure they will understand.” Oh sure, you’ll just explain that some random girl is now bonded to 4 of the hottest boy band members in the world, this would go over real well. Mel would so get a kick out of your predicament, you were always one who stayed as far from the spotlight, unlike your attention loving friend.
Mel! Shit! She was probably worried sick, or not if she had seen Jungkook jump off stage and carry me off. “Where are my things? I need to text Mel she’s probably worried sick about me.”
Jimin handed me my purse from the side table with a small smile, his fingers lingering on mine as I took it from him. I quickly shot off a text to Mel, leaving out of course that I was with BTS and somehow they thought I was their Soul Flame.
I’m okay, will explain later, go back to the hotel without me.
My phone chimed almost immediately.
Bitch I’d hope your better than okay after myself and everyone else in the world saw you get carried away in Jungkook’s arms. TELL ME EVERYTHING!! 😈
You groaned, you should have expected this...
I can’t explain right now, I promise I’ll talk to you when I can. xoxo 
Tucking your phone into your purse as you ignored the string of chimes erupting from a no doubt angry Mel, you heard rather than saw Namjoon shuffle closer, “I do hope you know discretion is best in times like this… I know you're not familiar with paparazzi but they can be brutal. We'll let our managers decide how to deal with everything, so please don’t mention anything to anyone yet.” You totally agreed with him, “Of course, I won’t say a thing… not like anyone would believe me anyway,” you whispered under your breathe. 
“Great, so we’ve already got a room ready for you at the hotel, we have gone ahead and doubled our security in light of tomorrows headlines. We all agreed we would feel safer with you nearby where we can protect you. The rest of the group has gone on ahead. I can send someone out to get your belongings if you let me know where you were staying.” Namjoon rattled off so matter of fact it made your head reel, you just nodded along as you were still processing the fact that you were going to be in the same hotel, no the same floor even as BTS.
Jimin reached down to help you up but Jungkook had beat him to it, hoisting you up into his arms and tucking you against his chest securely. You wiggled in protest, “Wait! I can walk. I’m sure i’m heavy!” He just smiled down at me, “Muscle Bunny... remember?” Your stomach did that weird flip flop again, his face so close to yours, that little mole under his lip driving you to distraction.
Taehyung placed a hat and some sunglasses on you, giving a little shrug, “Just in case, we’ve cleared a path to the vans but you never know.”
We arrived at some sort of underground parking garage, a black van with tinted windows was waiting for us. Jungkook swiftly tucked me into one of the waiting bucket seats, fastening my seat belt for me. Just as he was about to sit in the unoccupied bucket seat beside me Taehyung nudge him out of the way taking the seat and securing his seat belt. He stuck his tongue out at Jungkook signaling to the back seats, “You’ve had her long enough, my turn!” 
The ride to the hotel was uneventful, luckily the other vans with the other members had left earlier garnering the attention of the fans, so it was pretty much a ghost town by the time you left. You stared thoughtfully out at the brilliantly lit streets, mobs of people littering the Las Vegas Strip. Normal people up until recently you had been, you still wondered if this was just a dream you’d wake up from any minute. Taehyung softly took your hand in his with a coy smile as you turned his way, his thumb sweeping across your wrist. “You okay?” You gave him a tired smile, feeling beyond exhausted all of sudden. “Yah.. just tired, I think everything is hitting me all at once.” You sighed softly, feeling strangely comforted by his gesture.
The rest of the drive was silent as you drifted in and out, trying your best to keep your eyes open. Taehyung gave your shoulder a squeeze making you to look over to him, “We’re here… don’t worry, security has taken care of everything. We’ll take a private elevator to our floor, we have the whole floor so nobody will be able to have access that shouldn’t. We’ll keep you safe.” You looked around the van at the rest of the guys, all sharing a similar smile, Taehyung gave a tiny hwaiting.
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Just as Taehyung had said, the way up to the rooms was relatively painless. So this is what the VIP experience is like you thought, as you headed towards the last elevator, you were blinded by a bright light the moment you rounded the corner, the boys rushed you into the elevator crowding around you protectively. You found yourself pressed up against Jungkook’s chest, someone else forming a solid wall behind you. The security guards blocked the elevator with their bodies as well until the doors closed in front of you.
“Dammit.” You heard Namjoon whisper behind you, oh so that's who that was you thought. “How did they find us...” He sighed, his fingers gently sweeping down your arm in reassurance, whether for you or him you weren’t quite sure. You squirmed between Jungkook and Namjoon awkwardly, feeling your face flush at your current predicament. Namjoon’s breathe feathered softly across your neck sending shivers down your spine, a current of arousal shot through you as the heat from both their bodies permeated yours. A groan erupted behind you, Jungkook’s fingers digging into your sides sharply.
A thought suddenly occurred to you, if they were telling the truth and you really were bonded, then they could feel your emotions.. fuck.You bit your lip trying to contain your thoughts as you squirmed in their grasp trying to put some distance between you. It was futile of course, with five people crowded in the elevator there was barely enough room to breathe. 
“Please stop moving.” Namjoon grunted behind you going deathly still, you were suddenly very aware of something hard pressing against your ass. “Sorry,” you squeaked out ceasing your movements, your eyes glued to the elevator numbers slowly going up. Your mind betrayed you, suddenly recalling the way Namjoon’s shirt had clung to his chest in the most recent VLive, everyone had taken notice since he started working out, and with him pressed up against your back there was no way you couldn’t take notice of his recent efforts. You only just resisted the urge not to press yourself back against him, Namtiddies indeed. 
You could feel Namjoon’s gaze burning a hole in the back of your head the entire rest of the ride, Jungkook’s fingers kneading the flesh of your waist gently. These boys were going to be the death of you, like literal combustion. The elevator finally announced your floor and you could not get out fast enough, shoving your way around Jungkook you practically sprinted out the door into the penthouse, breathing in deeply you placed a hand on your chest willing your heart to calm down. 
The boys slowly sauntered out after, you noticed more than a few of them having to adjust themselves. Nope, no no no you did not just notice that! You shook your head trying to look anywhere but their crotches. You couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you, the longer you stayed in their presence the hotter your arousal for them burned. Of course they were hot, millions of fans around the world plastering their seductive dances and facial expressions on the internet couldn’t be wrong. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t ever stumble upon a fan fiction or YouTube video. First things first, figure out what situation you had gotten yourself into and how not to get killed by ARMY.
Taehyung was the first to speak up, “We have two penthouse suites on this floor, myself, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook are in this suite. So we thought it would be best you stayed here with us.” Jimin directed you towards a room on the right, “This is your room, it used to be Jungkook’s room since he won the single room, but he graciously agreed to let you have it and bunk on the couch.” Shaking your head adamantly you stepped towards the couch, “You don’t have to do that, I’m totally fine sleeping on the couch. Besides it’ll probably the most expensive couch I’ve ever slept on by the looks of this place.”
Jungkook quickly jumped on the couch, spreading out and making himself at home, “Your our Soul Flame, you get the bedroom. We all agreed you should have some privacy, I’m sure this is as strange a circumstance for us as it is for you. Besides It’s not the first couch I’ve had to sleep on.” Taehyung gave you a gentle nudge in the direction of your room, inside was a queen size bed, an en suite bathroom to the right with a large claw foot tub; you would definitely be utilizing that at some point.
“We’ll let you have a moment to yourself, whenever you're ready come on out to the living room and we’ll talk, okay?” The door closed with a quiet click behind Namjoon. You could hear muted whispers from the living room as you face planted onto the bed with a giant sigh. How in the actual hell had you gone from a normal girl attending a concert to suddenly sleeping in the same penthouse as BTS. You rolled onto your back starring up at the ceiling, quickly grabbing a pillow to shove your face into to conceal your loud squeal.
Alright, calm down Y/N. You’ve got to talk to everyone and figure out what the hell is going on.
You wanted to say they were mistaken, who were you to be the Soul Flame to 4 of the hottest boy band members in the world? You could barely make it through college, between your anxiety and loosing your father, some days you could barely get out of bed. How would you even know if was real? Though its not like they had anything to gain from pretending to be your soul flames, they were the ones risking so much on a girl like you, the ones with the most to lose.
If you were to believe you were truely Soul Flames, you had definitely ended up on the wrong side of the bond, you couldn’t feel any of their emotions. The only thing you got was this ever burning arousal, intrusive thoughts of stripping each of them bare to finally see how they looked underneath those costumes, brief glimpses you'd had of Jungkook’s abs and Namjoons chest in pictures flashed vividly in your thoughts. Your mind already imagining their sweaty bodies entangled with yours--Whoa, down girl! Maybe I needed to take a cold shower after all.
You heard someone choking outside your door, along with some other colorful expletives causing you to flush bright red, you had forgotten the whole thought sharing thing yet again, this was really going to take some getting used to, you really needed to get your this under control. Covering your face with your hands you curled up on the bed in embarrassment wondering how you would face them now.
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Outside in the living room everyone had gathered including Yoongi, Jin and Hoseok.
Jungkook choked on his water, coughing loudly as a very vivid image suddenly entered his mind. Jimin’s eyes widened at the same time whispering a curse under his breathe, they both glanced towards your door. “Alright, lets try not to make her uncomfortable… I can only imagine what's it’s like for her, having one person let alone four know what you're thinking and feeling without being able to stop it.” Namjoon stood up declaring to the room, he looked directly over at Hoseok and Yoongi who were laughing at their members predicament.
“Yah, don’t look at us! We’ve already been through this shit once, paybacks a bitch as they say.” Yoongi continued laughing his ass off, Hoseok nudging him in the ribs to indicate that was enough. “Look, we’ll help as much as we can, but just because we’re Soul Flames doesn’t mean she’ll believe us either.” Hoseok shrugged regarding his mate with a fond smile.
Namjoon happened a glance over at Jin, he was smiling but he knew him better, Jin was devastated. All the talk amongst the group after SOPE had officially been announced as Soul Flames, the excited chatter in the group at their potential future partners, Jin had always seemed the most excited; he couldn’t help feeling horrible at the situation. Jin was the only one in the group without a mate now, “Hyung...” Jin shook his head, smiling gently at Namjoon, “Don’t, this is a happy occasion. You guys have found your Soul Flame, I can’t wait to meet her. Besides, our world tour coming up I’m bound to meet my fated one as well!” Truth be told of course he was hurting, but he’d never want to dampen his brothers elation at having found their mate. Who would have thought that the rest of the members would match with one woman, it was unheard of. There had only been two person pairs, never has there been a five person pair.. at least not one that had come out in public he thought.
“Is she ever going to come out?” Taehyung whined, pacing the floor anxiously, Jimin cautiously approach the door knocking softly, “Y/N? Baby? You okay in there… you’ve been in there a while now, everyone’s getting antsy.” All eyes turned to the door as it slowly creaked open, you peeked out into the living room. Hoseok sprang into action, jumping from the couch and bounding straight towards you causing you to stumble back at his eagerness, he quickly enveloped you in his arms, “We finally meet! I’m J-Hope! Of course you know that! But I wanted to properly introduce myself!” Even his hugs felt like sunshine, his contagious smile instantly relaxing you as you melted in his embrace. Yoongi had walked up behind while laughed along with Hobi. “You finally came out, we were beginning to wonder.” Smiling shyly you nodded, “I just needed some time… this has all been a lot today.” Yoongi nodded along with you crossing his arms over his chest, “Yes, I’m sure its a lot to take in… I hope the boys have treated you well so far.”
Jin appeared around the corner, a cart full of every kind of food known to mankind. “I didn’t know what you liked but I thought you might be hungry! I would have made something but alas no kitchen, we’ll get some of World Wide Handsome’s famous cooking in your belly soon enough though!” Your stomach growled right on queue, you didn’t even realize how hungry you had become with everything that had happened. Jin pulled out a chair for you as he began unloading all the dishes on the table, “Well don’t just stand there staring, this food isn’t going to eat itself!” Namjoon shook his head as the rest of the boys groaned at the horrible dad joke, Jin just laughed at his own joke as usual, you were beginning to realize the boys you had seen in so many video’s were really the same when the camera’s were off.
Everyone gathered around the table taking their seats, Jungkook and Jimin rushing to make your plate, you watched begrudgingly as they filled it to the brim, “Guys! there’s no way I’m going to be able to eat all that,” You snatched the plate from them before they could start in on a second plate for you. Jimin pouted sullenly drawing your attention to those pillowy soft lips, you bit your lower lip imaging it was his. You had always wondered how good his lips would feel on yours. He had such plush kissable lips, they had always drawn your attention whenever you saw his photographs. Jimin’ caged you against the table suddenly, his hands on either side of you as he pressed himself flush against you, “Wanna find out?” His breathe fanned across your jaw, lips brushing ever so softly against your ear as he spoke, your heart pounded in your chest, gripping the table behind you tightly. A smirk lifted his lips as he placed a soft kiss to your neck, backing up to take in your flushed predicament. Just as quickly as the smirk had appeared his familiar angelic smile replaced it as he released you from his spell to pull out a chair for you.
He loved that he was able to affect you so much, he could only imagine just how far that blush would spread down your body when he had you underneath him, would your breasts flush such a lovely shade of red as well. Would your body be pliant in his arms as he covered your body with these lips you seemed to love so, if you’d let him he would worship you with them as you deserved. Shaking away the daydreams he sat down next to Taehyung and reigned himself in, he didn’t want to rush you and scare you away, so he would behave himself until the time was right.
You sat in stunned silence, casting your face down as if the plate of food was suddenly incredibly interesting. Taehyung sat down next to you shooting daggers Jimin’s way, he quickly reached out to grab your hand, “No fair Y/N, I want a kiss too!” He began sprinkling kisses along your knuckles, nipping your index finger to get your attention on him causing you to gasp. He sent you a sly smile as he took the tip of your finger into his mouth apologetically, giving it a soft kitten lick. The sexual tension in the room skyrocketed, a warmth quickly spreading through you abdomen as you watched Taehyung press a kiss to each of your fingertips.
A loud crack rang out as Namjoon smacked his hands down on the table causing everyone to jump, you snatched your hand back grateful for the break in attention. “Yah! Give Y/N some room to breathe for crying out loud!” He wasn’t sure if he was just mad he hadn’t been in their place or worried for your sake, what he did know is they were going to scare you away at this rate. He knew the feelings on one side of the bond came on strong, much stronger than the other side, he had seen it happen with Yoongi and Hobi, but feeling it was a whole other matter in itself. It had taken all of his strength not to jump across the table when he sensed your arousal earlier, he wanted to lock you away, fuck you into accepting them as your Soul Flames, watch as you fell apart under him screaming his name until your voice went hoarse. Watching the rest of his brothers garnering your attention was driving him crazy. He knew he had to be the voice of reason as always for the group, the younger members were always ones to give into their emotions, so he had to control his in order for some sort of order.
Everyone went silent after the outbreak, turning their attention to their food. Once everyone had just about finished eating Namjoon decided it was time to address the matter at hand, “So, Y/N… I know this is probably a lot to comprehend, that’s why I wanted to include Yoongi and Hobi for this conversation to answer whatever questions you have regarding Soul Flames. As you and the rest of the world know, they are Soul Flames so they’ve been through this process before.” You had almost forgotten they had been revealed to the world as Soul Flames, it having been so early in their career, their business wasn’t as wide spread online as it is now. I think many had brushed it off as something staged for publicity, but hearing it was real was somewhat reassuring. There would be someone who has gone through this before, someone to rely on and answer all the question burning in the back of your mind.
“Whatever you need, I’m here. Even if its just someone to talk to when the boys get to be too much!” Hobi smiled in my direction as Namjoon continued, “I think we felt you the moment you entered the stadium, but it was rather hard to distinguish our feelings of excitement from yours. It wasn’t until we felt your fear that we knew our Soul Flame was close.”
Jungkook reached out entwining his fingers with yours, “I felt like I was suffocating, everyone wanted to wait, send out a bodyguard to find you. But I just had to get to you, I couldn’t fight it… and the Hyungs couldn’t hold me back. I’m sorry for creating this problem, I wish I had been better able to control myself.” You felt your heart sink, the last thing you wanted was to make him feel so sad and ashamed of himself, something inside of you never wanted these men to ever feel pain or sadness. You squeezed his hand tightly shaking your head adamantly, “It’s alright, please don’t feel bad about anything that happened. I’m sure I could have been injured worse had you not stepped in when you did. I’m sure your company will be able to deal with everything, right?” His eyes shined brightly giving you a wide smile, using your entertwined hands to pull you into him and hug you tightly. He was squeezing you so tightly for a moment you felt all the breathe leave you lungs, you gave a little squeak trying to signal that he was holding you too tightly. “Kook… too tight.” He immediately released you as you gulped in air, everyone laughing as Jungkook’s blushed.
“I know its hard to accept you are our Soul Flame, I can’t really explain how we know… we just, we can feel you… like you’re a part of our thoughts, your emotions driving ours. When you feel an emotion strongly its all we can feel, it takes over everything inside us, That’s why Kook, and all of us really, went a little crazy when we felt your anxiety, your fear. Kook has just always been the most emotional of all of us, that might be why he did what he did without thinking of the consequences.” Taehyung spoke softly, hoping to convey a little bit of what they felt.
“We can take things as slow as you want, we are just glad you came into our lives. We want to learn everything about you, spend time with you and hope you in turn develop the same bond we feel. We understand it will be hard, but now that we’ve found you we don’t want to live without you.” Namjoon’s words caused your heart to race, could someone like you really be all that they hoped for. What if you didn’t live up to their expectations, you weren’t some beautiful actress, you weren’t even Korean. How could you possibly ever hope to keep their love, there were millions of people in the world better than you to be their Soul Flame, why would you ever think the world has chosen you.
You sighed deeply, “How could this ever work…? My life is here, my friends are here. I have a few weeks left in my semester. Not to mention you guys are— well your BTS and I’m just, me. You guys have to go back to Korea, back to your lives.” Even if you did believe you were meant to be with them, there was just no way it would ever work out, you were both from two different worlds.
“We don’t know exactly how yet, but we will find a way to make it work. Please just, can you try…” Your heart ached as you glanced at Jungkook who looked on the verge of tears before taking in each of their heartbroken expressions.
“We still have concerts to put on here in the US, we could stay until you have finished your semester. Then maybe you would like to come to Korea with us for the summer? We would take care of everything… consider it a vacation?” Namjoon quickly formulated a plan upon seeing the rest of his members sad faces, with the postponement of the concerts they could easily move some things around until Y/N finished. He just hoped she would be able to then fly back with them, let them show her around Korea and hopefully convince her of their bond in the meantime.
You breathed in deeply gathering your strength, “I have never been to Korea before…” maybe, just maybe you could take a leap of faith for once in your life and be brave.
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sour-ggrapess · 1 year
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ILL SHOW YOU
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switc jungkook x sub fem reader
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warnings; oral, praise kink, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, mean names (ig), b!d jk, cum eating, teasing, unprotected sex.
A\N; WHEN DID BTS GET A STAR ON THE HOLLYWOOD WALK OF FAME?! nvmmm it was fake
Jungkook had always been shy during sex because he was never sure what could please you but this time you take control but he has other plans
¨ I want to make tonight last for you baby¨ y\n groaned as you rolled over causing Jungkook to be on the bottom as your boobs hovered over his vision. His eyes grew out of shock when you started sucking and kissing on his pecks. Soft groans escaped past his lips and his cock grew in his tight black jeans.
You moved down to his lower belly button as you undid his pants. Your touch on his erection makes his hips shutter and his mouth grow dry out of pleasure and desperation. Desperate for you to just stroke it or suck it, silently pleading for you to give him real pleasure.
Sliding down his pants but only keeping his calvin klein boxers on. palming his hard length as your thumb ran across the wet part feeling his sticky tip through the cloth prison. ¨ p-please y\n, touch me. pl-please.¨
“No, I want this cunt on your face.¨ you state out as you take your hands off of his hard cock. His body jerks in desperation and pain, he felt as if his heart were to stop any second if he didnt get a feel of your body. You climb up to get to his face but as soon as you reach jk snaps and grabs your soft waste. He placed you on his face as he regains his grip on your hips and it's even more forceful and harder than before
Jungkooks tongue dived into your slit making hard contact with your clit making your back arch up and your cunt spill wetness all over his chin leaking down his chest and neck. Pornographic moans escaping your lips as he makes out with your clit. A new side of your boyfriend nobody has ever seen before. This Jungkook makes your pussy clench, it's just something about dom jk that makes you wild.
¨ m´gonna cum, koogie.¨ Slips past your lips as the knot in your stomach gets tighter. Jungkook´s big warm hands push you off his face and onto your back. Flipping you over as he groans ¨ Only good girls can cum on this face. Without a warning he shoves his whole length in your throbbing pussy. Every single vein on his cock was rubbing along your wet walls as he ripped your hole wide open making a familiar burning feel in your pussy.
His cock was the biggest you ever felt and seen through all of fucking and sucking. You knew he would just rip you straight open and he does every time. Ramming his giant cock into you, balls deep making loud porn star moans leap from your vocal cords every damn time. Your clit tingling then a sudden burst of cum seeping onto his cock and down your legs.
¨ My good cum slut.¨He growls as he pulls out and gets on his knees to clean the mess off your womanhood. Kitty licks on your clit then moving down to your hole licking you all clean as if you were a plate in the hands of a homeless man. Sticking his tongue insied to clean your inner walls so none drips out but that suddden action making you release all over his tongue as you intended to the first time. ¨such a good girl can you come for me again? Jungkook asked in such a slutty tone you could never say no to.
At this point you were fucked out already just nodding so he could wrap his big buff arms around you. Big hands flip you over to your back so he could slide his length into your pussy for the last time tonight. His cock filling your cunt up making you feel like a slut as he rams into you like one too. His creamy tip kisses your cervix every time making you and him even more close.
He bucks his hips and starts getting even sloppier as his high approaches. Dick sliding out just to crash into your cervix 2x harder ¨FUCK KOOKIEE, AUGH!¨ A scream rips from your throat. You squirt all over his sheets and balls.
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────────── THE BASICS.
birth name : kim siwan (김시완)
nicknames : pariah. nation’s son. mr mayhem. bangtan’s wild card. the seoul reaper. ceo height factory. mr shoulder gate bridge. king god. international heartbreaker. worldwide pop boy. number one billboard singer.
birthdate : november 9th , 1994
age : 31 (korean age) / 30 (international age)
zodiac sign : scorpio
birthplace : jeju island , south korea
hometown : yongdam-1-dong , jeju island , south korea
current residence : gangnam-gu , seoul , south korea
languages : korean (100% - mother tongue) , english (70% - expert) , japanese (60% - general knowledge) , mandarin (25% - amateur) , spanish (10% - beginner) , hindi (10% - beginner)
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────────── PHYSICAL TRAITS.
height : 6’2 ft / 187.9 cm
eye colour : green & dark brown (heterochromia)
natural hair colour : black
modifications : tattoos , piercings
blood type : ab +
faceclaim : kim mingyu (seventeen)
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────────── CAREER INFO.
stage name : s!nea
debut date : june 13th , 2O13
positions : main vocalist , main dancer , sub rapper , centre
current state : serving mandatory military service
active years : 2O13 - n/a
agency : bighit music ; hybe
trainee period : 3 years
representative emoji : 🦁
voiceclaim : kim mingyu (seventeen)
dance claim : taemin (shinee)
rapclaim : changbin (stray kids)
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────────── PERSONAL INFO.
mbti : istp-t
family : mother , father , younger sister (deceased)
positive traits : diligent and observant , handy and resourceful , spontaneous , direct and authentic , independent , grounded
negative traits : unapologetic , insensitive , private and reserved , easily bored , independent , overly sceptical
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────────── HIS TRIVIA.
he was born in yongdam-1-dong , jeju island , south korea.
his family consists of : mother and father who are divorced , and his younger sister who died by suicide when he was only 21 years old.
education : jeju-dong elementary school , shindong middle school , choongang highschool , global cyber university.
his father was a recognised musician in jeju because of his band , and one day he had asked siwan to accompany him as lead singer. this is how he was first scouted by the big three and many other labels.
he has heterochromia but wears contact lenses to hide them.
in middle school , there had been an activity for students to write letters to other students from different cities. the letters from shindong had been sent to suga’s school where the two had been anonymously paired as pen pals.
he was originally a jyp trainee until he had gotten that pen pal letter from suga explaining that he had been recruited into bighit , thus leading him to join bighit too.
his favourite drink is chocolate milk but because jeongguk doesn’t like it as much , he was offended and had swapped out all of the banana milk in the fridge of the dorm for chocolate milk.
s!nea said the body part he is most confident about on himself is his charming smile.
he says the weather can affect his mood in both a positive and negative manner. he’s happier when it’s sunny and feels more gloomy when it’s cold and wet.
his favourite colour is red.
when asked to rank the most attractive member , he said he was starstruck by v and almost fell for him. he thinks v is the most attractive member in bts.
he is often described as a ‘lyrical genius’ for helping to write a lot of the group’s songs , as well as his own solo projects.
his favourite number is 8.
although he is the main vocalist of bts , his solo projects venture more towards hip hop and rap.
his “fake love” fancam has surpassed over 2OOm views which is the most viewed fancam in kpop history.
he has read some fanfiction that army have made about him. (18.04.17 vlive)
he is a great multitasker and has come up with three of the group’s songs all on the same day while driving.
he was really popular in school. the girls would always gather around to watch and cheer him during basketball practice.
everyone likes to sleep in his bunk in the dorms so he used to purposely pile dirty laundry on his bed to ward the members off.
in the dorm , s!nea is in charge of taking out the trash and keeping the maknaes in line.
hobbies : collecting vintage bottle caps , basketball , playing video games , fishing , golf , and cricket.
he is a major yamazaki kento fanboy and one of his biggest wish is to meet him someday.
he is labelled one of the strongest members in bts with around 22 years of judo training under his belt. he started training when he was 6 and still continues to train when he has time.
s!nea’s motto : “ your ego can cost someone their life. it’s better to be a good human than to be the reason for someone else’s misery. ”
he doesn’t like vegetables much but he forces himself to eat them because jimin said he wants siwan to be strong in order to protect him.
as of december 2O2O , s!nea was gifted a maltipoo for his birthday by his mother who he has named kim bubble.
people are usually intimidated by him upon first impressions , but he’s in fact very shy and finds it difficult to maintain eye contact with others.
s!nea was ranked 1st in the “ top 1OO handsome faces of 2O18 ”
s!nea’s ideal date : “ go for a long walk at the beach or spend a day at a fun resort and explore together. ”
OTHER MEMBERS ABOUT S!NEA
RM : “ a very scary guy if people aren’t careful. he’s quiet and minds his business , but he doesn’t stay quiet for the people he cares about. ”
JIN : “ he’s a little reluctant to rest so he worries me. i’ll see him sneaking out to practice when he should be resting , but he’s got the face of a puppy. i can never really be mad at him. ”
V : “ i think i bring out hyung’s crazy side. he’s usually reserved , but we get up to all kinds of things together. he likes pulling pranks on me a lot. ”
JUNGKOOK : “ he has an undeniable aura that sort of grabs your attention. he doesn’t even try to do it on purpose , but my eyes are always on him. ah , he’s so cool. ”
JIMIN : “ a unique guy for sure! he teases me more than anyone else but it’s hard to be mad. he’s goofy when we’re alone , but he has a good heart and a great ear [for listening]. i love to spoil him. he’s mine. ”
SUGA : “ he has that distinct thirst for success that will lead him to achieve great things. he puts a lot of effort and commitment to his work and the things he holds dear. also empathises well with others. ”
J-HOPE : “ he makes a lot of cute sounds. he could probably be a beat boxer if he tried , and he has sharp features so it’s surprising when he can pull off aegyo so well. it makes me jealous. ”
in the dorm , he shares a room with v. (180327: bts’ jhope & jimin - more magazine may issue)
s!nea’s ideal type is someone who is sensitive and can hold their own [in difficult situations]. he generally gravitates towards those that are older than him , but he isn’t too picky. he does appreciate a natural aegyo charm.
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@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @anqelws , @kaitieskidmore97 , @vizianary
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chiskz · 2 years
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. masterlist
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Park "Chichi" Ichi is the ninth, fictional member of the male k-pop group Stray Kids, selected through the survival program Stray 9th. Ichi made her debut in December 2019, with the EP "Clé: Levanter". She's a choreographer, main dancer, sub rapper and sub vocalist.
⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ I will not answer any questions related to how my content is made. The number of anonymous questions about this is appalling, and the people asking do not have even an ounce of decency to at least pretend to like what I create.
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. ABOUT
kprofile || predebut || handwriting & handwritten profile || faceclaim
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. RELATIONSHIPS
inside SKZ || outside SKZ
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. ERAS
TROUBL3MAK3RS UNIT
moirai || LALALALA [樂-STAR] || Social Path / Super Bowl (Japanese ver.) || S-CLASS [★★★★★ (5-STAR)] || THE SOUND || MEMBER BRANDING || SKZ-REPLAY Album || CASE 143 [MAXIDENT] || CIRCUS || MANIAC [ODDINARY] || Thunderous [NOEASY] || ALL IN || Back Door [IN LIFE] || God's Menu [GO LIVE] || Levanter [CLÉ: LEVANTER]
FIREWELL - SKZ DIGITAL EP
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. SOCIAL MEDIAS & INTERNET
twitter || instagram || tiktok || bubble jyp || articles || stan twitter || chichi's fanbase
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. SURVIVALS / VARIETY SHOWS
CHISMATI
STRAY 9TH || SKZ-CODE || SKZ-TALKER || RACHA LOG || 2 Kids Room || KINGDOM || your friendly neighbour, CHICHI! || SUGA's SUCHWITA
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. YOUTUBE
SKZ-PLAYER || SKZ-RECORD || others
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. SOLO PROJECTS & MUSIC SHOWS
"Law School" (2021) || Alice in Borderland - Season 2 (2022) || Omosan Street Magazine || DIOR x J-HOPE & CHICHI || "They're gonna fire me tomorrow!" (2023) || YAMAZAKI - single with SUGA (BTS) || Squid Game 2 || PARTY'S NOT OVER - Street Woman Fighter 2
MAMA 2023 || VMAs 2023 || K-CON LA 2023 || 2023 K-Global Heart Dream Awards || Music Bank in Paris (2023) || MAMA 2022 || 2022 SBS Gayo Daejeon
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... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. DRABBLES BY @alyszaen
ChangChi Trilogy: circle, triangle, square || break the rules || doodle
the stolen moment (chi x skz) || families fight (chi x seungmin angst) || dating (chi x seungmin fluff) || phonecall (seungmin and chichi breaking up) || backhug (soft chi x changbin)
... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ .. DRABBLES BY ME
flower in a vase (hyunjin x chi) || up all night (bang chan & chi) || red lights mv || channie's room - reaction to red lights mv || red lights mv - behind the scenes || the sound - story ver mv || fake feelings in fake world (seungmin & chichi) || saturday night fever (MAMA 2022) || drunk on... what? (drunk chichi with broken heart) || I don't steal, I borrow! (soft chi x changbin) || game called healthy friendship (soft chi & felix) || kawasaki once more (chi being in love with changbin) || i'll be your man (kingdom performance) || I'm not going anywhere || Very Early Birthday (Changbin's Bday Special)
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there’s so much misinfo going round atm, see lots of people saying that after jk enlists with jm and does the boot camp he can apply for some special ???something and will leave separately where he is stationed or that just because jk / jm are enlisting on same day, they only will do basic training together then go to separate places ? and that they only chose the enlisting together option because it meant they could make sure they were out in time for june ?
ik it’s a bit hard to follow maybe with different sources and not real confirmation but do you know if any of it is true? my understanding was that they did the “enlisting together” scheme thing, (ie. it’s a purposeful application, they knew they were choosing this way) which meant they’ll at least be in same living quarters etc the whole time until they’re out ?
sorry for long Q! it’s ok if you dk it was just confusing D; thank you!
Hi anon. 😳 I am terrible when it comes to the serious stuff and have the attention span of a toddler when such topics arise. My mind registers them as boring and so I don't retain the in4. But my friends delved deep into this so I will gather as much as I can and do my best to explain the sitch
Let me start by correcting the biggest misinformation of them all. Thanks to fucking Mina with her fake subs and reaching conclusions, the vermin are confusing "Special Task Force" with "Special Forces"
JK said he wanted to join special forces. Well and good
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But thats not what V is doing. V applied for Special Task Force which, while not easy (he said in the live its why he enlisted there, to challenge himself) its nothing compared to special forces. Special forces is HARD CORE. Its no joke. It's for those who actually want to go to war and proper fight for their country. Not for those fulfilling a mandatory duty... One they wouldn't do if they had the choice. Special forces, those people actually wanna be there. And if u know JK then u shouldn't be surprised that he would say something like this. Of course our dare devil bunny would enjoy joining something as risky as special forces.
But guess what? No one stopped him. He still could have gone there if he really wanted to. Just like in Winter package. No one told him to give up zip lining for beer tasting. He did that off his own volition since Jimin was going beer tasting. JK's happiness is where Jimin is. Period. (Suga's presence played a big part but we don't talk about Yoonmin)
(Edit: the whole thing takes almost 8 years to complete which again, is not something JK would actually do if he wanted to still stay a member of BTS. And of course satellite Jeon would again, never do it)
Jikook wanted to use the buddy system and they applied where Jin is on purpose because since the location is so risky, (front lines) not alot of people apply to serve there. So the chances of them being accepted were pretty high. I already talked a bit about that here.
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Coldest and most dangerous. But before we panic, Jikook love snow so... thats good. But also;
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2 things to note before we continue; 1) Tattoos are a none factor on why Jikook applied together or why JK couldn't be with V. They had 0 to do with that. And 2) All members and where they ended up it was their decision
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So, here is a Korean explaining
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They shall not be separated. They will train together and continue to serve together
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One body. Shiet.
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Nice. Even the breaks they will take together. Basically spend every minute together for those 18 months y'all.
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They had to pass 3 rounds. Applying wasn't all. They had rounds to pass before getting accepted. So as we can see this was a whole ass process. They really worked hard on this to make it happen.
Apparently there is a show you can watch that explains the buddy system. Its 8 episodes, its called real man
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The holding hands thing is legit 🤣🤣🤣
Jikook shouldn't have an issue then 🤭
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Anon, people are in denial and the other half are trying to explain this away. If Jikook only went in together just so they could come out at the same time then they could have done what Vmon did. Apply separately at the same time.
This is one tough pill to swallow for antis. It's like the biggest fuck u Jikook could have ever done but at the same time I really don't think they factored anyone else but themselves when they made this decision.
18 months is no small amount of time so let's call a spade a spade; Jikook couldn't be apart that long. Fax 💯 JK wanted to be there for Jimin, Jimin wanted to be there for JK, of course. Them in the same place looking out for each other is all I as a fan who loves them can ask for. But at the same time, they needed this.
Anon, they will be together 24/7 for the entire duration of their time there.
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Yes. Sleeping in the same quarters. It wouldn't make sense for companionship if they were separating the recruits who applied together. To be companions. Of each other.
The buddy system is there to help friends cope with this difficult mandatory thing that the government insists on doing to their young men. It's there to help them cope in any way possible. I imagine mostly mentally. So why would they train them together then separate them? ❓❓❓
It is said that you should make sure the person you apply with, is a person u get along with super well because for the next 18 months you will be together every moment of everyday. It's krazy to imagine that JK wouldn't rather do this with his actual boyfriend V, instead. Krazy. 🤯
Anygays, no need to worry my good people, Jimin and JK have got each other's back. All that's left is to wait for them and pray for them. May they always hold hands 🤭
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97nochuu · 2 years
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Bts ‘yet to come’
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myobsessionsspace · 4 months
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Fatigue
Kinda Random Thoughts a couple of days after the 'last BTS Live'
Ngl feeling a bit of mental and emotional fatigue.
I think it’s safe to say it’s going around.
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The sad thing about social media is no matter how much you try and curate your own bubble with things that make you happy and positive people, it’s hard to maintain. Social media is a representation of everyday offline people. Regular people behind the usernames with their own opinions, experiences, likes and dislikes (celebrities are regular people too, just famous for something or talented and known for it).
Though it’s good for growth and maturity to not just surround yourself with the same opinions and thoughts as yourself, it’s also tiring when you feel the need just be understood. When you can never enjoy things in peace because others need more information, more context, need to pick apart, need to make their side seen, their conclusions/interpretations the decisive one.
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Over the years we’ve had SEVERAL Jikook lives, OT7 lives or lives with some of the members as well as Jikook. I, like most of us, LOVE Jikook lives. When watched in its entirety we not only see their ‘moments’ but we see them as regular people, we then can discern the fake from true when we see fake subs, edits etc. What makes Jikook even more interesting and captivating, to me, is when I can see the similarities as well as the exceptions in their interactions with each other and their other members. I found Jikook AFTER I found BTS…
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and not only do I love their lives with primarily the two of them, I also love their solo lives, their lives with other members and OT7 lives. All the members are interesting in their own ways and their lives shed light on them and the other members, Jikook included. Watching their lives (though still them putting their best face forward and always aware that they’re being watched by millions) is so much more rewarding than just watching edits, summaries etc from the likes of TikTok, YouTube and other platforms. It’s fun AFTER watching their lives to then see what army have done to have fun with them, such as funny edits, fake FUN subs etc.
**please please please, weverse is free, whenever you have the time, watch the lives there with the subtitles there, though not always the best, it’s better than those who may not translate for altruistic reasons**
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It gets me down sometimes the constant need it seems, within fandom culture, to microanalyse every piece of content we get. We have the need to seek out hidden messages, hidden looks, put context behind what is and isn’t said. Give explanation where it isn’t needed and draw conclusions from what isn’t said.
Most of the time it’s cute, fun and ‘harmless’
But sometimes 😪
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MANIPULATION, MISINFORMATION & MISTRANSLATION
Without agenda, edits, cuts, slow mo and with context & rightful subtitles - Original Weverse Source
It’s always been this way and sadly seems like it always will be. I like context, I like information, when possible I like to get it from the original source. It’s nice when busy and unable to read whole interviews or watch whole lives, to see little snippets and clips that float around online. But it’s so draining when those little clips and snippets are then used to paint different pictures and narratives depending on the sharer’s biases/intention. When it’s aimed at making members into villains, defaming their characters etc.
It’s rarely the case that the purpose for lives (when there is one) ends up being appreciated solely for that. Just the members wanting to connect with their fans.
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mukbangs, karaokes, Legos, q&a’s, tmi’s, messages of thanks, birthday lives, just because lives. All the times they go on live that can be appreciated for just that end up being used as material for hate
Everytime it should be healing to interact with those we are fans of, after the initial wave of euphoria is over, undoubtedly what follows is soo much negative noise, new narratives, more hate etc.
As I said before I try to curate my timelines, who I follow, things I like & comment on etc but sometimes the need to correct misinformation, the need to defend the lies and negativity means I still end up seeing so much of the bad.
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REAL (Weverse Original Source)
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FAKE!
I know this is a cycle and I have choices and am not being forced to be anywhere.
It’s just one of those days where I want to word vomit on my blog.
I just want to enjoy BTS and Jikook peacefully and positively. Why can’t everyone want to do the same for their faves?? Why is it always so angry and combative and about winners and losers, horrible name calling and malicious lies, insults, nasty images etc. Why campaigns to cause mental anguish to members and their family? To sabotage and try to get members separated or even imprisoned. Why mass report playlists and accounts? Why when more often than not, it changes nothing.
If you don’t like something why spend so much energy on it? The members will still interact with each other, those that have ships & biases remain and Jikook will still be Jikook 💅
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I know social media is a representation of the real world and that there are nasty people in the real world, so of course it makes sense that there are nasty people online, it’s just tiring and sucks the fun out.
They won’t stop me enjoying BTS’ music & content, them as individuals and a group nor will they stop me enjoying whatever Jikook chose to share with us,
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but everyone once in a while it does mean I get social media fatigue, fandom fatigue and the need for me to do posts like this.
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💜
Please use this post to share on the good things you like about the fandom, the group and BTS & Jikook online spaces. Let’s bring the positivity back for ourselves 💪
I hope anyone feeling like me can find what they need to keep on going in the fandom or make the move to take a break 💜
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