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seokjinish · 2 days ago
never lose ➔ jeon jungkook
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f1 driver!jeon jungkook x journalist!reader romance + smut warnings: jungkook being a sore loser + bit of f1 talk + teasing + unprotected sex + quite literally no foreplay because let's be honest. wc: 6.7k
➔ although the season hadn't been good to jungkook, he had finally a chance to shine, and he wasn't going to waste it.
a/n: hello everyone! although the username is new, i used to be moononthejoon! consider me back! in the time i was gone, i developed other interests, and in those, i became obsessed with formula one. so yeah, this is my poor excuse of a comeback lol. hope y'all enjoy this. this is just me gushing about f1, so yeah lol
If you hadn’t been as stubborn as you were when debating your father about studying journalism, you definitely wouldn’t be standing where you were today. Press side at one of the biggest sporting events, and one of your favourite sports, Formula One. You didn’t even know what Formula One was until your father was called up by one of his old classmates. You knew your father worked in environmentalism, so you had no clue as to why a mechanic was calling him on a weekend.
You had moved with your father to Austria when you were in your teen years, and it was there that a couple of years later you were headed to Spielberg on a Thursday morning. You hadn’t even known what it was for, but all you knew was that it was doing something on a very boring week in July. So, when your father had asked if you wanted to tag along, you said yes.
The Red Bull Ring was already buzzing with people in preparation for the event, which you still weren’t so sure was. You were given a pass thanks to your dad’s involvement. It was only then that you saw the cars that it dawned on you that it was racing. You even recalled that your father said that his Masters dissertation had been on engines for F1 cars. You had no idea what an F1 car was, for all you cared, it was like Nascar - and all you knew about Nascar was because of the Disney film Cars, or Herbie.
You were lost in the garage, not knowing what to do or where to stand. Your dad was greeting who you’d guessed was his friend, who was speaking in a British accent. It all checked out so far. Your dad had studied in Manchester. You had never taken your dad’s word for anything, but it seemed that it held some truth.
‘Y/N, dear! Come say hi to an old friend of mine.’ Your dad called out, so you awkwardly made your way to him. ‘Christian, this is Y/N, my eldest.’
‘Very nice to meet you, Y/N. Don’t be afraid to look around, most things are safe.’
You offered him a smile and nodded your head lightly, acknowledging what he said.
It was like that that your father got a job with Red Bull Racing. It felt like you didn’t see your father much, but you didn’t resent it too much. At first, you would only tune in for the races to see if you could catch a glimpse of your father in the background, but you slowly started being one of your favourite sports.
As your dad was part of the team, you also got to sport some of the merch. You also got to go to some of the Grand Prix, if you weren’t in school, that is. Watching the races from the paddock was even more nerve wracking than watching them from your living room.
It only seemed obvious that your favourite driver was from the Red Bull Team. It had initially been Sebastian Vettel, who was a favourite in the garage as well. Then, the lovable Daniel Ricciardo joined the team, and when Seb had left, he was your absolute favourite. It seemed as if he could put a smile on your face no matter what. Max Verstappen then joined, and as he was around your age, the two of you got along even better.
Then, another young driver joined. When the heartbreak of Daniel leaving had dissipated just a bit, you took notice of him. He was born just a month before Max, which unfortunately didn’t make him the youngest person signed for a team, but he did have the fact that he was the first South Korean driver for Formula One.
Jeon Jungkook was a force to be reckoned with. He had been in the likes of George Russell, Lando Norris, and Charles Leclerc - who were considered to have one of the best F2 careers. Every rookie season had seen Jungkook make the track completely his. People argued that the car made most of the driver, but Jungkook had skill. A little too much skill, more than some other people would like to admit.
Anyone could have guessed where Jungkook would be signed in Formula One. Most people thought that he would have joined Mercedes, a team that had won World Championship after World Championship. Mercedes had signed Russell instead, so people thought that Jungkook would end up in Williams, never thinking that Red Bull would step up.
But there he was. Jeon Jungkook was now Max Verstappen’s teammate, making them the youngest team, and probably the one team that could now step up to Mercedes. It was also quite a good looking team too. You had thought that Lando Norris and Daniel Riccardo were probably the best looking team at McLaren, but there you were, corrected.
Convincing your father to let you study journalism took some time. How could the daughter of a F1 engineer want to be a journalist out of all professions? Maybe he’d hoped that one day you were going to be working next to him in the paddock, but that was never going to happen.
During your years in university, you couldn’t join as many Grand Prix as you could in high school. For one, you were drowning in work, and you couldn’t seem to make some time in the weekend to take planes or trains. So, you had to watch the races on your iPad; you also used the races as a wind down.
Of course, after every race, you would write a piece for your blog - which you had started when you were in your last year of high school. It wasn’t well received at first, as girls being into F1 was a sensitive topic for some fans; some would even make fun of you on Twitter. You didn’t quite care, all you wanted was the chance to be part of the press in those Grand Prix. It was the combination of two of the things that you loved the most: writing and Formula One.
Although you had the chance to talk to the press already inside the Grand Prix, you decided to go the usual way. From the summer before university that started, you had been applying for internships with different reporting companies like Sky Sports and Ziggo. You’d been lucky enough to be in some of the races as part of the press.
It was Jungkook and Lando who found your blog at first. Max was the one who kept commenting on posts with cringy stuff that a seventh grader could come up with, like “Max Verstappen is better than Jeon Jungkook. MV33 <3”. It made you laugh, but it was also kind of embarrassing that the drivers themselves would see your writing and opinions about them.
‘Saw your piece from the Belgian GP.’ Jungkook said when he saw you in the paddock.
It was the Dutch GP, and you were now officially part of Sky Sports. It had been overwhelming to be hired and reading the email was a rollercoaster of emotions. Your first assignment was going to be in Italy however, so you were there as your father’s daughter. Your blog was due to stay up, but you’d be conducting interviews as the drivers came off the track after the race.
‘Did you like it?’ Jungkook scoffed.
‘Please, you’re so far up Max’s ass, you should be paying rent.’
‘I’m sorry?!’ You laughed. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous, Kook.’
‘Please. I’m just saying that as press, you shouldn’t be biased.’
Max walked up to his teammate then. ‘It’s okay that she has a favourite, Jeon.’
‘As long as it’s you, right?’ You teased Max. Jungkook turned to see you with his eyes narrowed. ‘Now, what?’
‘You won’t even deny that you like Max the best.’
You rolled your eyes. ‘If you knew anything about me, you’d know that I don’t like Max the best. My favourite is, in fact, Danny.’
Jungkook groaned, leaving you and Max alone. You laughed at his behaviour. Jungkook liked winning, and he was third in the championship, just behind Lewis Hamilton. Max had been dominating, and there was no way to say the contrary. Jungkook was in his own battle for third with Lewis’s own teammate, Bottas, and Lando.
His rookie year had been amazing, ending second in the World Championship, beating Max. He’d held up so far, but this year had not been too good to him, and it was obviously stomping on his self esteem.
‘He one thousand percent has a crush on you, you know that, right?’ Max said. You were still staring at Jungkook, who was now getting ready to get in his car.
‘No, he doesn’t. You and Lando need to cut that out. I’m going to start believing it, otherwise.’
Max laughed. ‘Lando is saying the same thing?’ You nodded, looking at the Dutch man. ‘Oh, I didn’t know.’
‘Dan has also said some things.’
‘That’s because anyone with two working eyes can see it. You could even ask Kimi, and he’d say yes.’ You could only imagine asking Kimi, one of the less expressive people in the grid. ‘Say something nice about him every now and then. Sometimes you don’t mention him at all.’
‘I don’t?’ He shook his head. ‘That’s bad reporting from my side then, sorry.’
‘What? Are you scared you’re going to end up professing your love if you write about him?’ He joked, but it was a joke that hit too close to home. ‘Haha, there’s no way. I gotta tell the McLaren boys.’
‘Tell them what?’
‘That you and Jungkook are sitting in a tree, K - I - S!’ He started spelling out loud, way too loud so that people were looking at you. Immediately, you punched him. ‘Ha! See you after the race.’
‘I hope you lose!’
Max Verstappen never lost. Jungkook hated that. It was not that Jungkook didn’t want to see his teammate thrive, but it did hurt him a little that he was struggling to hold onto third place in the championship. He didn’t know how Max had taken over so easily. He would help him win the championship, definitely, but it was definitely a stab in the ego.
It didn’t help that your pieces seemed to glorify Max too much and there was not enough mention of him. He always liked talking to you. From the first time that he’d seen you on the paddock, he’d been drawn to you, and he held your opinions very high. So, now that he had no idea what you thought about his driving, he felt a little defeated.
He’d been able to give Red Bull a double podium, but he’d still gotten third place. After the podium celebration, both drivers headed back to the garage. Jungkook walked in a couple of minutes behind Max as Lando had stopped him to congratulate him on getting podium.
When he had walked in the room, he’d seen you congratulating Max. You were just finishing a hug and now you were holding onto his arms as you shook him excitedly. He knew that the two of you were really good friends, having known each other a year longer, but it still made him feel all weird to see the two of you close like that.
‘Jungkook! Congratulations on P3!’ You held up your hand for a high-five, which he did give you. Not that he wanted a hug, or something. ‘Great driving! Amazing how you kept Bottas off for so long. Not to mention how you have Lewis a run for his money.’
‘Ah, thank you. I’m expecting good things about me on your blog, then?’
You laughed, nodding. ‘I’ll make a whole post only about you, Kook.’
‘You flatter me, Y/N.’
You rolled your eyes and excused yourself when you saw your dad waving for you. The two boys were then off to change off their racing suits into their own clothes. Jungkook just wanted to go to the hotel and get in the shower, but every other driver wanted to do something different. Max definitely wanted to do something more upbeat, after all, he’d just won his home race.
‘Come on! We’re just going to go clubbing for a bit.’ Lando tried convincing Jungkook, who seemed not to budge. ‘It’s good to wind down after a race like that.’
‘I want to have a shower. I stink so bad.’
‘You’ve been worse.’ He heard you say; blood immediately rushing to his cheeks.
‘Are you going too?’ You nodded. Jungkook looked at Danny, who was cocking an eyebrow. Everyone knew that if anyone was going to get Jungkook to go out with them, it was you.
You nodded. ‘Aren’t you?’ He shook his head.
Everyone wanted to see what you were going to do next. It was not unusual for you to flirt with Jungkook a little bit, and when they boys had mentioned that he probably wouldn’t want to come, you seemed disappointed. Everyone in the grid knew that if you wanted something, you’d get it. It just happened that today you wanted Jungkook to tag along to the club with you.
Immediately, your demeanor changed. You pouted, tilting your head at Jungkook while you put on your puppy eyes. Max and Lando stared at each other as they watched Jungkook melt under your gaze. Danny knew that you had Jungkook eating out of your hand, so he was wondering when you were going to turn on your charm.
‘Come on… for a little bit?’ You nudged him a little. Jungkook looked past you to his friends, who were waiting for his answer as much as you were.
‘Alright, just for a while. I’m super tired.’
Going clubbing with your driver friends was always even better than clubbing with your university friends. For one, you didn’t get to do it quite often, but they were definitely even more unhinged. The press knew who you were, having seen you through your awkward teenage years into being one of their own, so there were never any rumours surrounding your appearance with the boys.
Sadly, it didn’t last long. Because Max had won the race, a lot of fans had gone out to celebrate, and when word got out that Max was out and about, it became dangerous for them. It probably would have been safer for them to go to the private after party, but they wanted to change the atmosphere for a bit.
They were escorted back to the hotel and said their goodbyes. You were staying somewhere else, but they had made sure that someone was getting you to where you needed to be.
‘So, we’ll see you in Monza?’ Dan asked, nearing the car, and you nodded. ‘So excited to see you there.’
‘I am too! I’m finally going to be doing what I’ve been waiting for.’
‘You’ll be great! We’re all so proud.’ Lando said, giving you a thumbs up.
‘Text one of us when you get to your place!’ Jungkook yelled before disappearing into the hotel.
Monza was buzzing with excitement too. You were in Sky Sports uniform as you showed up on Friday, ready for the practice rounds and start doing your job. You waved at your dad from your spot, and he even took a photo of you on your first day on the job. It was endearing to see him struggle with his own phone.
He’d also excitedly pointed at you for other people in the paddock. He was very proud of you, and it showed. Your father had also pointed you out for the boys, who cheered for you and you waved at them excitedly.
On Sunday, the day of the actual race, was exhilarating. Monza was eventful. Lewis and Max were out of the race because they had crashed with each other, so that made the race even more exciting in your opinion. Sure, it was nice seeing the battle for first place in the championship, but seeing other people on the podium was exciting too.
This is where Jungkook could shine. When he had heard on the radio that Max and Hamilton were out, he knew that winning this race could solidify his stance on third place for the championship. So, he gave it everything. After Max and Lewis were out, Daniel and Lando were standing between him and first place with Bottas a few seconds behind him, so this is where he needed to shine.
Only when you were nervous would you bite your nails, and seeing three of your friends battle for first place made you want to rip your hair off. You had interviewed Max after his DNF (did not finish); he was beyond pissed because he had now missed out on points for the championship. Of record, he told you that even if he was out, he was glad that Hamilton was too.
Now, the race was tight. You could see Jungkook’s car go closer and closer to Lando and Danny. You’d be happy no matter the outcome, but you also wanted Jungkook to get first place. There was also nagging at the back of your brain that made you want your other friends to win too. Danny hadn’t had a win in so long, and this would even be Lando’s first win in Formula One.
With twenty laps of the race remaining, Jungkook had already taken over Lando, putting him right after Danny in second place. Red Bull had always had a faster car than McLaren, and everyone knew that. Daniel was also very good at defending, which is why Jungkook seemed to be struggling a little when it came to overtaking - no one could win against Danny and his late brakes.
With five laps to go, Jungkook was less than half a second behind Danny in the main straight, which allowed him to easily overtake him. On the track, the friends you knew were rivals - you could never be able to do that; the grudge would stay with you for too long. Danny out of all people would never even think about holding anything against Jungkook.
Danny kind of understood what was going on. Jungkook was thirsty for praise and success, and now that you were on the sidelines, he wanted your eyes on him. Still sucked that he was not going to win the GP, but second place was better than not even being in the points at all. With Lando behind him, he was happy with the outcome.
Jungkook crossed the line and the crowd went wild. You, who had been expectantly waiting for the first car to cross, jumped in the spot when you saw car #97 cross the line first. The cameraman that had been assigned to you, Seokjin, looked at you weird - he would have to get used to it though.
Once he was out of the car and parked behind the big number one, he ran straight into the Red Bull people, who immediately started yelling and jumping. He got a few pats on his helmet before he had to go. As the other drivers crossed the line and put their own cars in their designated spot, they came down the press line.
Lando came your way first, lightly jogging towards you before George Russell could get to you. He, as all other drivers did, walked with his own PR person. The McLaren boys seemed to need them more than anyone.
‘P3, Lando! How are you feeling?’
‘It’s great! Always so good to get a podium, you know?’
‘Podium 5, is it?’ Lando nodded.
‘You have my podiums memorised, Y/N? Should I feel special?’
You laughed. ‘You are special, Lando. Starting this weekend, did you think you’d be able to get podium?’
‘It is certainly nice to get podium, but no, I didn’t think that we’d have a 2-3 starting this weekend. I’m so happy that Danny got P2, and congratulations to Jungkook for getting P1. I think the three of us have been working really hard, so it was only a matter of time before it paid off.’
‘Thank you, Lando! Enjoy the champagne.’ He gave you a pat in the arm before he moved on.
From the distance, you saw Jungkook coming your way with Namjoon, his own PR person, who you had grown to know over the years in the paddock. Jungkook ignored the other reporters yelling out his name. Everyone wanted to talk to this weekend’s winner, but he only wanted to talk to one person.
‘I’m expecting big praise on your blog this week.’ Jungkook said to you when he finally neared you. You scoffed.
‘Great driving! Congratulations on P1.’ You said, ignoring him. ‘You were right behind Max and Lewis when the crash happened, can you comment a little bit on that?’
Jungkook scratched the back on his neck. ‘Well, it is a shame that Max was out of the race, it would have been nice to have a double podium today. The crash certainly changed the outcome of this weekend and allowed the McLaren boys and I to fight for P1.’
‘You were P3 for most of the race, when did you realise you could actually get P1?’
‘I was a little worried about my tires, but after the second pit spot, I thought wow, i have nothing to lose, so I decided to go for it. We had a pretty good pace, and when I caught up to Daniel on the main straight, I realised that P1 was more of a reality.’
Behind Jungkook, you saw a couple of drivers waiting for a reporter to be free.
‘Jungkook, don’t take up all of Y/N’s time!’ Sebastian said from behind him. ‘Leave a piece for the rest of us.’
Thankfully, you were behind the camera because if not, you would have been caught blushing. You rolled your eyes and dismissed Jungkook. Sebastian finally took the spot in front of you and had his interview.
After the podium celebration and finishing up your tasks for the day, you went looking for your father in the Red Bull garage. You saw Max in his normal clothes, possibly already begging to go home. He didn’t take DNFs very well. Your father was nowhere to be found, so you guessed that he would be with Christian in his office.
‘Maxie, you good?’
He shrugged. ‘I’m just going to have to perform better next week.’
‘You did well. The crash was a bit eh, but it was a great race.’
‘No, yeah, of course. I’m also glad Jungkook got P1, he deserves it.’ You nodded. ‘Have you seen him?’
‘Yeah, I managed to interview him.’
‘Managed?’ Max laughed. ‘He was probably thinking Y/N, Y/N, Y/N until he got to you.’
Once again, you rolled your eyes. ‘That stopped behind funny like seven GPs ago. Let it go.’
Max laughed. ‘Anyways, I’m going to try to get to the hotel. I guess I’ll see you at the after party?’ You nodded.
When you finally found your father, the two of you headed to the hotel. Now that you were going to be traveling around with Sky Sports, you didn’t know when you were going to have the chance to go back home, so everything that you needed was with you. Thankfully, over the weekends, you had a uniform to wear.
The after party was nothing too fancy, and you knew that your father was going to be there, so you couldn’t go with your boobs or ass hanging out. However, it was the perfect opportunity to tease Jungkook just a little. You hadn’t done that in so long, and you kind of wanted to do it again.
Last time you tried to tease Jungkook was after the Monaco GP. That’s also when your other friend had figured out that Jungkook had a crush on you.
The night had started innocently. Sure, you had dressed to kill, but it was Monaco, you couldn’t not do that. The way Jungkook’s eyes would never leave your figure made it extremely obvious that he was at least attracted to you. The boys couldn’t deny that you looked good, but neither of them were as interested as Jungkook was - you were like a sister to them.
As the night went on and you drank more, you started being a little careless. You were talking to Jungkook, who was still taller than you even if you had heels on. Sometimes you underestimated how tall he was. While you were exchanging words with Jungkook, you leaned in just a little bit, which allowed him to look down your shirt.
When Jungkook realised, his eyes shot up. He met gaze with Max, who was wondering why Jungkook looked so alarmed. Realising that you had lost Jungkook’s attention, you put a hand on his arm. He looked at your hand resting against his bicep, and then up at your eyes. He had heard of the so-called fuck me eyes, but he had never seen them in person.
Not until then, anyways. He wanted to, and he would. He couldn’t though. It was taking him every bit of his being to not take you with him and then do unspeakable things to you. You easily realised that it was easy to tease him, and maybe it was the liquid courage, but you pushed his buttons even further.
The party was full, so it was easy to push your body against him. You felt him tense against you. It was widely known that F1 drivers were athletic - you couldn’t run away from the occasional thirst trap on your timeline. Sometimes you liked screenshotting them and sending them to the group chat you had with some of them, with the weary face and the three little sweat droplets. Carlos Sainz hated it, but he also loved it at the same time.
Lando had ripped you away from Jungkook though. Jungkook didn’t know if he was grateful or not. He saw Lando say a few things to you before you pouted and rolled your eyes. He always wondered what he said to you.
‘You need to stop. You’re going to kill him.’ You pouted, wanting to go back to Jungkook, but Lando had a firm grip of your arm. ‘Danny is going to take you home.’
Jungkook saw Danny escort you somewhere. He didn’t see you for the rest of the night, so he just guessed that he’d taken you home. Innocently, he hoped.
That was the beginning of the year though. There was this newly found confidence that Jungkook seemed to have, and if the opportunity presented itself, he might not back out. Neither of the boys had mentioned Monaco, but they didn’t need to.
‘Holy smokes.’ Lando said when he saw you. ‘Didn’t know you owned something like… that.’
Max and Danny were with Lando. Jungkook had left a little earlier with some of the other drivers.
‘Are you slutshaming me, Norris?’ You asked him, poking him in the chest.
He laughed. ‘No, you do you.’
‘You know who is going to die though?’ You looked at Danny, frowning. ‘JK is going to lose his shit when he sees you.’
‘Shut up.’
‘Why do you think she’s wearing this, then?’ Max asked. You narrowed your eyes, to then roll them. ‘What? I’m just saying, and I know you better than you know yourself, Y/N. It’s embarrassing.’
‘Do I at least look good?’ You asked, looking down at your clothes.
Danny put his arm around you. ‘If Jungkook wasn’t deeply in love with you, I would definitely try to flirt with you.’
‘Yeah. You never realise when people are flirting with you.’
That night it was noticeable that Jungkook was laying it down thick. From the moment he saw you walk in, he was a man on a mission. Christian had seen Jungkook’s intention, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see one of the drivers piss off one of his best engineers, but he really wasn’t one to get in between personal matters. He did try to make it so that your dad didn’t see you and Jungkook.
‘Wow, look at you.’
You turned around to see Jungkook with a drink already in his hand.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You look good.’
You laughed. ‘If that’s you flirting, then you definitely rely on being a F1 driver to get girls.’
‘Who said I was flirting?’ Jungkook cocked an eyebrow. ‘Do you want me to flirt with you, Y/N?’
You bit your lip. ‘Oh, please do, as if I don’t have enough drivers flirting with me.’
‘There’s a difference though.’ Jungkook said, nearing you even more.
‘How come?’
‘You don’t want them to flirt with you.’ You raised your eyebrows. ‘But, you want me to flirt with you.’
‘Is that right?’
Jungkook nodded; his warm hand was now brushing against yours. You looked down to see it, and your eyebrows knitted together. It was usually you who made Jungkook nervous, but this was new and it made you shake with excitement. You had no idea what brought this, but you were glad that one of you was making a move. Finally,
Your friends looked at you two in a mix of disgust and pride. Jungkook’s hand wrapped around your wrist and made you follow him to the dancefloor. Some song in Spanish was blasting through the speakers, and all of your attention was focused on Jungkook. He’d grabbed your hand and put it on his shoulder as he grabbed your waist so you were closer to him.
It was easy to forget that the two of you were in public when you were moving like that. Sure, it was the way that it was supposed to be danced, but Jungkook thought that it would be dangerous. Your bodies moved to the music. Jungkook was now pressing his body to yours; he had his chest pressed against your back as you swayed. You turned around to lock eyes with Jungkook, and there they were. Those eyes, he thought.
Maybe it should have taken longer, or it had been long enough, but Jungkook finally leaned in for a kiss. It was long overdue, the two of you thought. Max and Lando high fived, and Danny hollered. Ki ki ay. You could barely hear them though, not only over the loud music but because you were so focused on Jungkook’s lips on yours.
There wasn’t much to say when the kiss finished. You were dizzy, maybe it was the lights or maybe it was Jungkook’s intoxicating cologne. Although you had been at the party for less than half an hour, the two of you were ready to leave. Sure, there was a tint of desperation in the air but there was no way that you were going to hook up in the bathroom. The boys made sure to make a mental note to ask you all about it when they saw Jungkook leading you out of the crowd.
Although Jungkook was a master behind the wheel, he was never much behind the wheel outside of the track. He saw his driver and waved at him to bring the car around. The parking lot was underground, thankfully, because otherwise the paparazzi would have a field day with Jungkook grabbing you by the waist and giving you another kiss.
There was still some respect left, so when you and Jungkook got inside the car, neither of you made an advance on each other. It was awkward to be kissing in such a small car, and having someone else right there with you was even worse. Jungkook did instruct the chauffeur to go to the underground parking lot just in case. Sure, there had never been rumours with you, but he didn’t want them to start either. Plus, it was what it looked like.
Not many words were exchanged. In fact, none were. The two of you were too scared to say anything; scared that the other one would snap out of it and then your relationship would be absolutely ruined.
Once the lift doors were closed, the two of you were on each other. Jungkook had pushed you against the wall, one of his hands now on your leg, putting it around his waist. You had your hands on his hair, as your lips moved in sync. The lift soon dinged, indicating that you were on your floor, so he grabbed your hand and guided you through the corridor until he got to his room.
Everything was about to change and you knew that. Now that the door was closed behind you, Jungkook kissed you like he’d never kissed you before. The kiss was passionate. Never had you been kissed with so much fervor. Nobody was watching now, so Jungkook could finally do whatever he wanted with you - as long as you were down for it, of course.
He grabbed your face, walking until you were pressed against the door. You tugged on his shirt, kissing him back. It took him less than a second to pull his shirt over his head and go back to your lips. He was addicted. He never wanted this to end. Your hands were now tangled in his hair, trying to get him closer to you, if it was even possible. His hands were under your shirt, which he then took off you quickly. Jungkook grabbed your thighs and made you jump up so he could carry you to the bed.
Once on the bed, he laid you down. His hands were on your skirt and his kisses were now trailing down to your chest. When he took off your shirt, he saw that you were not wearing anything underneath, and something sparked within him. He liked to believe that you were dressed like that for him and him only, and the thought of someone else taking you home made him boil with jealousy. He had to ground himself because you were in his bed.
Jungkook trapped one of your nipples between his teeth. That brought out the first moan he heard from you, and he wanted to hear as many as he could. His hands quickly slid off your skirt and underwear in one swift move, and then used his now-free hand to pay attention to your other nipple.
Having Jungkook do all of that to you was a dream come true, and you never wanted to wake up. He came back up with a kiss, and your hands roamed his chest before going to undo his jeans. Jungkook also did that quite quickly, not wanting to waste much time. It was not long until he was on top of you again.
The room fell in silence for a second, only your shaky breaths being heard. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds.
‘You’re not drunk, are you?’ Jungkook laughed at your question.
‘Not at all. Had a sip of apple juice, for courage.’
‘You’re a clown.’ You looked at him with stars in your eyes.
‘Maybe.’ He said leaning in for another kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. You felt Jungkook’s hardened dick against your naked core. You whined at the contact, looking up at Jungkook, who immediately understood what you wanted. You reached between the two of you, pumping it for a second before you lined it up with your already slick entrance.
The two of you let out a light moan, stopping for a second once Jungkook was buried to the hilt inside of you. Jungkook’s finger hooked under your chin so you looked into his eyes as he started thrusting into you. You bit your lip, eyes still on his, as you cupped his cheeks. The feeling of him inside of you was something unparalleled; never had it felt this good.
It felt like the two of you were in a daze. Your bodies were moving together, his hips never relenting. Your nails dug into his arms as your back arched off the bed under you. Jungkook’s hands were on your ass, groping them as he kept fucking into you. The drag of his cock inside of you was delicious.
You’d heard your friends about amazing sexual encounters; they would even use the term dick dumb sometimes. Sure, you had your little rendezvous but they were nowhere near close to what you were feeling at that moment. You finally understood what they were talking about.
Jungkook pulled himself up; he wanted to see his dick going in and out of you. When he saw his length disappearing inside of you, he wanted to combust. It was taking everything inside of him to not just come right there and then. When he looked up to you and saw you also looking at the same thing while you bit your lip, he wanted to never stop.
The little whines coming from the back of your throat were music to his ears. His heart was pumping loudly inside of his chest. It was much more than just the sex; it was finally having you in his arms after longing you for so long. After thinking that you would never look at him that way. That Sunday had definitely been the best day of his life.
‘Been waiting so long for this.’ Jungkook admitted. He grabbed your hips as he sat back on his thighs, never separating your centres. ‘You feel like heaven.’
‘Feels good?’ He didn’t know if you were doing it on purpose, but the way you were looking at him while you bit your nail was pornographic.
‘So fucking good. I never want to stop.’
‘Never do.’
You were confused for a second when Jungkook got off the bed, but when he turned you on your stomach, you knew what he was about to do. He placed himself behind you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock for a few seconds before he slowly entered you again. You reached out for the sheets, as he felt even deeper then.
Jungkook reached out for one of the pillows, placing it under you as he kept going at an unforgiving pace. Your moans choked on your throat, and you yelped in surprise when you felt Jungkook’s hand tangle in your hair, pulling you back for a kiss. Jungkook’s deep moans made you clench your insides, and in response, he let one of his hands spank you.
‘Fuck, I want to see your face.’
So, he turned you on your back. You brought him in for another kiss before he grabbed your legs and pressed them against his chest. You whined in pleasure as he hit deep within you, reaching places that had never been before. Your nails dug into his thighs this time. You also had a nice view of his clenching abs now. It was not every day that Jungkook would show his bare torso, but right now, drenched in sex sweat was the hottest he’d ever been.
‘Let me come inside of you, please.’ Jungkook begged you as he felt his high come closer.
You nodded, yours nearing too. That’s when you felt Jungkook’s thumb against your sensitive bud, you tried closing your legs to stop the overstimulation, but Jungkook kept them open by closing the distance between your chests. He put his free hand at the side of your face so he could stay looking into your eyes as he filled you up.
His high came as yours did, clenching around his cock and milking every single drop of his cum. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him as deep as you could.
You expected Jungkook to roll off you to help you clean up as you felt his cum leak out of you, but he stayed there. He laid his head against your shoulder, and you ran your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.
‘You good?’
He chuckled. ‘I think it’s all downhill from here.’
You scoffed. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I got P1 and I got to sleep with the girl of my dreams. It doesn’t get any better.’
You rolled your eyes. ‘Come on, Kook, I thought you were a little more ambitious than that. Don’t you want a championship win?’
Jungkook turned his face, still laying against you. You looked at him, still running your fingers through his hair. ‘As long as you’re with me.’
‘I’ll be on the track. I promise you that.’
‘That’s not what I meant.’ Jungkook was now hovering over you. ‘I want to be with you, as your boyfriend.’
‘You do?’
He narrowed his eyes. ‘Yes. More than I want the championship.’
He shrugged. ‘What’s an empty trophy good for when I can have you in my arms instead?’
‘You’re so cheesy.’
‘You don’t even know the half of it.’
‘Hmm, but as long as you’re only cheesy with me, though. Right? It’s only normal for you to be cheesy with your girlfriend.’
‘Damn, right.’
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bonny-kookoo · a day ago
𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓸𝔂 🔞
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⋆ FWB ⋆ Angst ⋆ Nipple play ⋆ Boobjob ⋆ Cumplay ⋆ Emotional constipation ⋆
"God I love those tits." He chuckles under his breath as you feel him hold them almost gently while his dick slides through them. You don't answer him this time, because you've realized by now that that's all he loves. And it starts to hurt.
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Falling for Jeon Jungkook wasn't a good idea.
And technically, you really had no intentions to do so; he'd been a hookup once, a nice guy you knew and ended up tangled in his sheets with. He's good with compliments and knows how to play his cards right- and maybe he's done just that with you.
But apart from that, he's also a great friend; he doesn't sugarcoat things for you, tells you straight away if you look like shit or if there's a decision to be made. The only problem he has though, is tying himself to someone it seems. He's never had serious relationships, enjoys being a free spirit, doesn't date. The word love doesn't seem to have much meaning too him at all.
Bit it's become a problem for you.
"God I love those tits." He chuckles under his breath as you feel him hold onto them almost gently while his dick slides through them. You don't answer him this time, because you've realized by now that that's all he loves.
And it starts to hurt.
Because even though you're rather quiet when it came to these things like feelings yourself, that didn't mean that you took it as lightly as he did. You've really started to feel the bitterness crawl up your skin anytime he'd make a joke about friends having relationship problems. That that could never be you two, because you were so uncomplicated and free. And maybe that's how he saw things; you have begun to see this as nothing more than a waste of time.
But for now, you're putty underneath his eager hands and gaze, letting him have you one more time unbeknownst to him. You don't know how he'll react- probably not at all, as far as you knew him. He wasn't the one for you, you've noticed by now- and it's time for you to find who is. "Ah fuck-" he curses as he cums, his seed decorating your collarbone and neck as he watches your skin glisten with his release. He really loves the sight of you like this; all spread out, naked and claimed.
But somethings off this time he notices, as you simply get up once he's done, brushing your hair back before you walk towards the bathroom- not even sparing him a single glance. He feels oddly hurt by that simple gesture, though he's got no reason to- you're probably just tired, or having a bad day. He should be as upset as he is.
And yet he totally is.
"Hey-" he asks, waking into his bathroom where you're busy showering, uncaring of pulling the curtain closed as you wash his cum off of your chest before you clean the rest of your body without looking at him- only humming a reply to let him know you've heard him. "You wanna stay for some delivery pizza? They've opened again." He asks, leaning against his sink.
"Can't." You simply say, turning off the shower to step out and grab a towel. "Got some work to do at home." You tell him, and he nods, although with a pout on his lips.
"Are you mad or something?"He wonders, as he follows you back into the bedroom, pulling on at least a pair of sweats before he watches you get dressed again.
"No." You say. He doesn't buy it.
"Well there's something wrong though." He urges, sighing as he trails after you as you walk towards his front door where your shoes and coat are. "Come on-" He starts, but you look at him once you've slipped into your boots, putting on your coat and patting your pockets for your keys.
"Listen-" you start, opening the front door. "I.. this whole thing? Was great. Honestly." You start, and be feels a sour taste in his mouth once he realizes what's happening. "But I can't do 5hat anymore." You say.
"Why not?" He asks.
"Cause.. I've started to, you know, be stupid and develop feelings for you." You say, and the look on his face, the way he squirms in his spot like a kid getting scolded- it all tells you all you need to know. "And I know you don't feel the same so I'll.. do what's best and cut it off before I'll get hurt too badly." You smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.
He nods after a moment, sighing.
"Alright." He simply tells you. "Take care."
You've got bad luck when it came to guys, it seems.
He was supposed to pick you up from hospital hours ago- knowing that you had crutches and still couldn't walk. But apparently whatever the guy you had been going on dates with was doing, seemed to be more important- leaving you to sigh as you look at your leg- not in a cast anymore, but still not dully functional. It makes you glare at it as of to set it on fire- angry at yourself for falling down those stairs in the first place and breaking it. "Oh?" Someone says, before familiar chunky sneakers come into view.
"It is you!" Jungkook says, purple hair now a bit longer since you've last seen him. "You waiting for someone? When I went in I already saw you sitting here." He wonders, and you shrug, scooting a bit over as to give him the opportunity to sit next to you.
"Not anymore I guess." You say. "Gotta hop over to the desk there and ask is they can somehow bring me home." You sigh, locking your phone as it signals an incoming call. "Fucking dick." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you.
"Well.. I'm on my way home too so, I can give you a ride if you'd like." He says hopeful- a weird undertone in his voice.
"Jungkook-" you start, but he shakes his head, visibly serious.
"No no no, I promise. I'll just drive you home. No ulterior motive." He says, and you nod after a moment, standing up before positioning your crutches. "What happened anyway?" He asks.
"The leg or why I'm sitting here as if I've missed the last train?" You chuckle as he presses the elevator button.
"Whatever you want to tell me." He chuckles, eyes watching you with an eagerness you can't quite pin point.
You stay silent inside the elevator, because you don't want to tell him anything, really. You don't know if you can truly trust him again- after all, he's let you go months prior without any effort in stopping you. He'd made it clear that he didn't want you like that, and that was fine by you. But right now, you really just wanted to be home, eat icecream, and forget about both; Jungkook, and the guy you almost dated.
He sighs when he opens the door for you, his car surprisingly clean as you sit down, buckling your seatbelt while he does the same in the driver's seat. He doesn't know what to say- after all, he doesn't even know why he's picked you up in the first place. He doesn't know why he'd instantly felt his skin shiver at the sight of you; still just as pretty as the last time he'd seen you. You're technically just another girl he'd fucked- had the sex really been that amazing for him to yearn for you like that, even now after months of radio silence between you?
No, it wasn't that, he realizes as he drives you home.
It's the way you always cuddle him just right; arms around him, legs entangled and head against his chest. It's how you've always known how to cheer him up, it's that day you'd cooked for him when he'd burned his hands badly and couldn't do it himself. It's the late night Shrek movie marathons with you, the battery popcorn shared, the lame jokes you always made and the random stares he couldn't control.
And it scares him.
It's a first for him.
He's got you pinned to the couch, underneath him and squirming, but he just feels.. off. He can't go on, can't let this continue- not when he'd already noticed how kissing you made him even more desperate for you, simply because you don't kiss him back.
It hurts, it makes him feel bad and he can't imagine the pain you must've felt all those times before as he lets his forehead rest on your collarbone, instead of moving on. He knows he could- he knows you'd let him, and that makes it all even worse. "Jungkook?" You wonder, and he sighs.
"I'm sorry." He apologizes, for the first time and not only for the situation at hand. It's for all the times he'd hurt you, all this time he'd needed to realize what he had with you, what he could've had with you. "I'm scared." He admits, and you try and push him a little to make him look at you- but he refuses. He can't.
"Of what?" You wonder, and he's quick to answer before he could chicken out.
"You." He answers honestly. Because it's the truth- he doesn't know what he's supposed to do now. He wants you all to himself; he wants to live with you, see you every day, hug you and show you off like the idiot he is. He wants to give you compliments and help you with shit and tell you that yes-
He loves you.
"What did I do?" You chuckle, a hand going through his hair as he sighs out, moving around and handling you a bit to be able to hold you. "And also what did you do to Jungkook you imposter? You never cuddle." You tease, as be holds you a bit tighter.
"I should though." He mumbles, hating himself for never having hugged you like this before. "You're so warm." He says, muffled a bit as he buries his head into your hair. "You're.." he starts, before he almost whispers it. "..You're loveable too."
"I'm what?" You wonder, genuinely surprised over the change of energy so suddenly. "Jungkook you don't need to-"
"I'm not pretending." He argues. "I'm not lying either. I'm just.. I'm slow okay?" He whines. "I didn't realize that I liked you like that too because you scared the fuck out of me." He complains. "You make me wanna hug you, and hold your hand, and kiss your cheek, and bring you places and.. and things I never wanted before." He says. "Cause I want you around all the time."
You don't know what to think. He can't be trying to convince you to something, since he's literally the one who stopped any advances right now. So, was he truthful? Did he really mean this?
"If you.. don't like me like that anymore, it's fine by the way." He mumbles. "Guess it's deserved." He chuckles humorlessly.
"You know it doesn't work like that." You say. "You don't just fall out of love like that, that easily." You admit. "I've tried. Doesn't work."
"I know I don't deserve it-" He starts, before he moves to lean over you again- finally looking at you with a gaze full of uncertainty. "But I want to.. you know. Be a boyfriend. A good one." He says, and your arms wrap around his neck.
"One that picks me up from the ER when I break my leg?" You joke, and he chuckles, relief in his tone.
"I'm still pissed at that guy for leaving you like that." He says.
"Can't be helped." You shrug as he leans down to kiss you- your lips finally returning the gesture.
"Why did you-" He asks between you kisses. "-why did you.. let me. Again." He wonders. "Even though you thought-"
"I guess love makes you do stupid stuff." You shrug. "I didn't care. Still don't. I'll take what you give me." You say, not looking at him.
He sighs, before he leans down again, touch a lot more tender. "Then let me give you everything I can." He tells you, before his hands begun their journey, traveling below your clothes as he takes his time to explore your body this time- not rushing, no goals in mind.
It doesn't go further than making out this time, but he's happy with it either way, because he gets to hold you at the end of it all.
Jungkook does actually end up being that kind of boyfriend to take you to hospital and pick you up again.
The cast fresh off your leg, you're still a bit wobbly- but you're also happy to be free again, as you sit in jungkooks car. "You know-" you start, before you tease him as he keeps his attention on the road. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long." You say, and he raises an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He wonders playfully offended, however unsure what exactly you mean. Were you still doubting his feelings towards you?
"I mean, we haven't had sex ever since we got together." You chuckle. "So you've had a dry spell of weeks kook. That's probably torture for your balls." You joke, and he laughs.
"Well it's been a couple of months now, gotta admit." He says.
"Wait- MONTHS?" You gasp out, turning towards him. "So you're saying-"
"Last time I had sex was with you." He says seriously.
"Kook..." you mumble, honestly surprised by his confession. He's the kind of guy who used to complain if he didn't get any action for three days straight- practicing abstinence for months was not like him at all.
"I meant it." He simply shrugs. "Still mean it." He says, parking the car in front of your apartment before he helps you out the car.
He can't deny he's desperate anymore.
He's got you finally close again, sat on his lap while he holds you tights, lips chasing yours while your bodies are chasing their highs. He's never thought of a position like this, but he has to admit that it's nice- his hands on your chest as his fingers run over your nipples, chuckling in amusement at the way you whine whenever he pinches them playfully. He likes how responsive and sensitive you are. He likes that he's able to make you feel like this.
Especially when he pushes you onto your back, eagerly thrusting into you, uncaring of the obscene noises filling his bedroom. You're clenching around him so deliciously as your orgasm hits, before he pulls out and strips off the condom, hand eagerly bringing him to his release as well as his cum paints your stomach.
It's always a hassle to clean but he can't bring himself to care as he takes in the sight of you, breathing heavily while his seed lays on your skin. He leans over you, uncaring of his hand spreading it a little- in fact, he thinks it's kind of nice, knowing he gets to claim you in filthy ways like this. "Kook~!" You whine playfully as you feel his antics. "Thats nasty!" You laugh, and so does he- before he picks you up, ready to the a shower and go to sleep.
In a bed that's standing in your shared apartment this time.
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likeastarstar · 2 days ago
7:22 PM- Jungkook
(A/N: this is connected to my 9:20 PM and 6:00 PM couple. Read those before this one if you want, or don't- either way, feedback is appreciated! This is pre-breakup, post 9:20PM, if that makes sense.)
"When you say you like my lips, are you picturing them wrapped around your cock?"
Jungkook's eyes snapped up to yours, holding contact there like you had dared him to a staring contest. You didn't waver, for once. This was new to you, being so forward. His face was neutral for a moment, making you nervous until he raised his eyebrows a fraction and tipped his head to the side, impressed by you. You felt a warm sense of pride blossom in your chest, taking it as an invitation to nestle closer to him.
He made room for you, slotting you against his body like he knew you liked.
"Yeah," He admitted. "I also just like the words that come out of them and how they look when you're smirking at me, kind of like you are now."
He dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, the pad of his finger rubbing soft circles into the supple flesh. He let his eyes lock onto the way your lips looked as he toyed with you, running the edge of his touch along the seams, stopping at the corner and then tracing the edges of your mouth all over again. He hummed in a satisfied sort of way before looking back up to you, his own smirk now settled onto his face, "But yeah. When I say I like your lips, I'm picturing them wrapped around my cock. Must feel nice- they're soft and warm and when you lick them every so often they're wet, shiny."
You licked them now, wetting your lips unconsciously because your mouth was wet too, saliva pooling just at the notion of Jungkook wanting this cock in your mouth.
You smiled, leaning into his hand until his rough palm was cupping your hand, "You're really good at turning me on."
"You're really easy to arouse," He countered, grinning teasingly at you, "All it takes is a little honesty and some good communication and boom- you wanna sit on my dick."
You did just that, slinking your leg over his lap and squeezing against his thigh, powering yourself upright until you were straddling his lap, "Honesty and communication aren't my strong suits, remember? I'm turned on by them because I'm jealous it comes so easily to you."
"You wouldn't have admitted that a couple months ago," Jungkook noted, "Progress."
A couple months ago, you couldn't even admit to yourself that you liked Jungkook- let alone that you wanted him this bad. It was new, the status change from reluctant friends to... something more. You hadn't even had the chance to go down in him, which is what caused this whole conversation. Things were still difficult, he still annoyed you endlessly and made you be honest about things you'd normally just lie about. You still preferred it, lying. Even if it meant you were lonely. You didn't really know why you were indulging him so much, why you were trying to hard to let him into your head.
"Progress," You repeated, mumbling against his lips before kissing him. You rocked yourself against him, pushing your chest against him. You wanted him close, so incredibly close. You tried pulling him nearer to you but got frustrated when he did the opposite, leaning back against the couch the two of you had been sprawled out on, whatever movie he had chosen drolling on uselessly in the background.
"Uh, uh- You gotta say it," He reprimanded, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "Tell me what you want."
"I already said you make me horny," You whined, squirming in his lap.
"Okay, so what do you want me to do about that? I make a lot of women horny-"
Jungkook cut himself off, wincing in pain as you dug you hand into his arm instinctively, nails pressing into the flesh of his bicep. You glared at him, raking your hand down a couple centimeters before releasing him, "Don't talk about other girls when I'm on top of you."
"What about when you're underneath me?"
You made a glutteral noise of disgust and shoved him away from you, moving to climb off of him before his large hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place easily.
"Okay, okay- I'll stop," He lamented, laughing despite himself. "Let's go back to you telling me what to do."
"Let's just watch the movie," You pouted, as immature as ever.
Jungkook sent you a reproachful look, wrapping his arms around your waist stubbornly. He shook his head silently, leaning forwards to kiss his way up your neck, sucking on the warm, thin skin there. "I'm sorry, doll. I was just teasing you."
"I don't like the idea of other girls wanting you," You mumbled, letting him bite bruises into your neck despite normally hating the marks left behind the next day. You wanted it now, a sign that he was yours and no one else's.
"I like that you want me all to yourself," Jungkook said against your skin, silvery tone humming in your ear. "You have me, you know. I do belong to you."
You carded your fingers through his hair and tugged his head to the side sharply, exposing his neck to you. You pushed the collar of his threadbare shift down, weathered material rendered almost transparent given how many times Jungkook had worn it. You ran your tongue along his skin before nipping at him, giving him a matching mark barely visible if he wore the right shirt tomorrow.
"Satisfied?" He asked, smirking up at you teasingly.
"Not nearly," You replied, widening your legs so that your center pressed more deeply into his lap, "I want you to fuck me now."
"Yes ma'am," Jungkook grinned, already pushing the waistband of his pants down.
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eternally-writing · 2 days ago
bite me | pjm
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⟶ pairing: jimin x  reader
⟶ rating: R (minors DNI, 18+ ONLY)
⟶ word count: 7.5K
⟶ genre/tropes: strangers to lovers, college au,halloween party au,  fluff, smut
⟶ warnings: so much smut, grinding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!!), oral sex ( m and f receiving), mirror sex, jimin makes some cheesy jokes, mentions of bondage but no actual bondage, spanking, use of pet names (baby, babe, princess, babygirl, angel)
⟶ summary: Halloween is just another regular day of the year for you. That is, until you meet Park Jimin at a frat party. A poorly dressed vampire, red wine, and a mirror - what’s the worst that could happen?
Banner credit: A very special thank you to Dee Dee @sugasbabiie for making this incredible banner for this fic! 
I wrote this fic as part of a collab project for Jimin’s sunset spooktober alongisde some other incredible authors! Make sure to check out the other works in the project as well since they are incredible! A special thank you to the organizers as well for making this happen  ♡
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Friday, October 29, 2021
There are three things you hate most in the world: Halloween. Tequila. And Kappa Alpha Betas. Lucky for you, today included all three of those things.
The bass was pounding through your body as you clutched the colorful drink in your hand. Halloween was just another day of the year to you, maybe just a day where you could get more free alcohol than a regular weekend. However, your best friend Lia seemed to share a very different view on the holiday, as she begged and pleaded with you to let her create a costume for you.  Silver fringe stuck to your legs as you moved your way around the all too crowded frat house. You think you’re a space cowgirl, or something like that, since your roommate mumbled something along those lines to you in passing as she threw the clothes into your bedroom a mere hour before you left for the party, but for now she was nowhere to be found. It seemed futile to try and look for the girl wearing the matching pink glittery cowboy hat to yours, since she had probably already sauntered off to find her boyfriend Namjoon. 
It was a classic Halloween tradition at your college, a Halloweekend bender put on by your college’s frats. Friday belonged to Kappa Alpha Betas, Saturdays to Sigma Thetas, and Sunday to Delta Epsilons.  Normally you wouldn’t even be caught dead at these events - it’s not that you weren’t a partier, you just would much rather be getting wasted with just your close friends and your favourite EDM playlist. But after the frat flu gave you a good excuse to not join in the festivities last year, there was no way your roommate was letting you out of going through everything there is to Halloween with her. 
“Well, fuck it -  if I’m stuck here I might as well have some fun.” you thought to yourself.
So after a quick trip to the kitchen to fill a cup full of tequila and small talk with some friends, you naturally found yourself  gravitating you to the edge of the dance floor, slowly blending yourself into the crowd of people vibing with one another. Naturally, your hips started swaying to the music and you raised your drink in the air. It was calm, and comfortable, just sacrificing yourself to the DJ’s whims as he played what seemed like a halloween playlist that hadn’t been updated since 2010. 
And then you heard him. 
“Can I join you?”
Just the deep baritones of his voice made goosebumps appear on your skin. You couldn’t will yourself to turn around and see him, knowing that you would probably be at his mercy the moment you locked eyes with him. His hands on you made your chest tighten and let the heat pool in your stomach. You didn’t even have to see his face to know who was behind you.
Park Jimin. 
If you were honest, you didn’t know much about him. He was a frat member that seemed to fly under the radar. Quiet, good looking, but kept to himself. Always mysteriously by the bar or kitchen with a red solo cup in hand. Since you were both involved in Greek life he most definitely knew your name and obviously the same went for you, but your paths had never seemed to cross. At least not until now. 
By the looks of his appearance, it seemed like he decided to dress up as a vampire today, a red cape complementing the fitted dress shirt that hugged his chest. It was only after you realized that your eyes had spent too long lingering on his chest that you looked up to meet his piercing gaze. As if his prominent collarbones weren’t enough of a distraction, Jimin had red contacts that seemed to materialize the fire behind his eyes. The passion, the lust, the hunger. 
And so you danced, and what started out as some innocent flirting quickly brought you and Jimin face to face, chest to chest as the music slowed to an R&B beat. 
“Turn back around for me?” Jimin asked as a question, gazing deep into your eyes as he cocked his head to the side. 
Jimin’s hands found their way to your hips and he ran gentle circles over your hip bones, the ghost of his touching bringing goosebumps to your skin. What a tease, you thought to yourself. 
You knew that two could play at that game, and so you slowly leaned your head back onto Jimin, your neck now clearly exposed to the frat boy who let out a deep exhale at the sight. You kept your hips swaying to the music, but only let yourself lightly brush up against Jimin’s cock. You could feel the way his body tensed at the contact every time it happened, trying to savour the feeling. It only took a couple minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore - his senses were on fire with your presence and he knew he had to do something about it. 
Jimin guided your hips to press up right against his hard cock, which fit perfectly against your plush ass. 
“This is what you do to me, baby.”  whispered Jimin as his lips ghosted against your earlobe, the pet name falling freely from his lips. 
You couldn’t help the small moan that fell from your lips as the words came out of Jimin’s mouth. His lips then fell against your neck and you knew you were a goner. You were Park Jimin’s for the night. 
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“I need to know that you want this.” whispered Jimin, his body hovering mere inches away from yours, his mere body heat making your brain short circuit. You nodded, barely able to look him in the eye for more than a second. 
Jimin quickly tsk’ed and cocked his head to the side. “Not good enough, babygirl - I need to hear you say it.” 
“i  - . I want you Park Jimin” you said in quiet tones, barely getting the words out. 
Your words brought a smile to Jimin’s lips, and he lifted his head up with a gentle smirk painting his face before pushing his body flush against yours. 
From that moment on, your tongues were instantly fighting in for dominance. Your senses were overwhelmed by Jimin’s close presence to you, begging for you to be closer to him. You wrapped your leg around him, and you struggled to not let out a moan as you felt his hard length pressing against your upper thigh. You bucked your hips instinctively into Jimin, only for him to hold them in place against him while he whispered in your ear. 
“Patience, baby.”  
From there he kissed his way down your neck, leaving a trail of marks from his fake vampire teeth in your skin. The pain blended with the pleasure as he nestled his way down to your chest. 
“How attached are you to this shirt” mumbled Jimin while his head was still buried in your cleavage. 
He lifted his head this time, showing you his swollen lips and darkened eyes. “How. attached. are. you. to . this. shirt.” said Jimin as he tweaked your nipples through the fabric. 
You could barely think straight as each one of Jimin’s touches sent shocks of electricity through your body. As soon as you told him that you couldn’t give two shits about the shirt you were wearing, Jimin ripped in in half, his hands instantly cupping each of your breasts. It was Lia’s shirt and you were sure you were going to pay the price for your actions later, but for now all you could think about is how you wanted Jimin’s hands all over you. 
“So fucking beautiful” Jimin swore in your chest as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple. 
You couldn’t hold back your needy moans as waves of pleasure ripped through your body. Fuck, with the way Jimin was going you knew you could probably cum just from the way he sucked on your tits, already between rolling your nipple around his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, he made sure to look up at you with those sinful eyes as he continued with his ministrations.
Without missing a beat, Jimin hiked up your skirt and instantly slid his hand underneath to cup your cunt.  You couldn’t help but let out an unrestrained cry at the feeling of Jimin’s hand on your pussy. You knew that your thong was soaked and Jimin could probably tell too.
“So needy, aren’t you?” Jimin rasped as he gently moved his palm back and forth on your sex. You rocked your hips instinctively as you tried to gain some friction. 
“Need, fuck - need you Jimin” 
“Anything, everything, please Jimin” you begged as you raked your nails across his back”
Jimin pressed a sweet kiss against your lips before heading further down on your body. “Your wish is my command, princess.”
He quickly unzipped his pants, leaving him completely naked for you to see. The sight had you drooling, and your eyes couldn’t help but gravitate to the sight of his thick cock in front of you. 
After a few moments of his fingers in you, Jimin quickly replaced them with his cock. 
He slid into you slowly, looking you deep in the eye as he saw your expression change as each inch of his cock slid further into you.
“So tight Y/N, holy shit” Jimin groaned as he finally bottomed out in you, his pubic bone pressing against your clit. 
He gave you a moment to adjust to the intrusion, pressing soft kisses to your temples and muttering how good a girl you were being for him. At your cue he began to build up his pace, going from slow thrust to more punctuated snaps of his hips against yours. 
“No touching yourself until I tell you you can baby” declared Jimin as he gently moved your hand away from your clit. He wanted to roll his hips into you with no interruptions, letting a natural rhythm fall between you two. You let out a pleased hum as Jimin continued with his actions, but your hand naturally fell back to your clit after a few moments, wanting the extra pleasure and forgetting Jimin’s instructions.
“If you don’t listen I’m gonna have to tie you up with my belt next time Y/N” scolded Jimin as he brushed your hand away, this time choosing to replace it with his own on your clit. You let out a loud moan at his words, and if that wasn’t enough to show Jimin your emotions, he could feel your pussy tighten at his commands. 
Jimin couldn’t help but let out a languid curse at your reaction. “You are going to be the death of me Y/N, you really are.” muttered Jimin as he shook his head in disbelief at you. He didn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve being here with you, but he felt really fucking lucky.  
Overwhelmed with the feeling of your pussy pulsing against his cock, Jimin couldn’t hold back any longer when he needed to cum. His thrusts faltered as he moaned out your name, burying himself deep inside of you. You felt yourself cum almost instantly at the feeling of Jimin painting your insides white, him helping bring you to your orgasm by wrapping his mouth around your nipple as well.
The post-sex moment were hazy, almost magical as Jimin’s touch guided you. He held you tightly as he kissed your forehead, taking the time to clean you up and wrap you under the covers as well. 
And somehow, you found yourself falling asleep in Park Jimin’s arms. 
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Saturday, October 30, 2021
You were dressed as an angel tonight, an adorable white halo adorning your head. But to Park Jimin you were the devil, the one who could get him to lose inhibitions. When he was in front of you he knew he was at the mercy of your gaze. 
Park Jimin was no stranger to a one night stand, but now that he had a taste of you he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more.  As much as he tried to convince himself that he was spending time in the Sigma Theta kitchen because he wanted easy access to the alcohol, a part of him knew that the only reason he was there was because the room would give him a perfect view of the door that you would walk through to enter the party. 
It was as if everyone else seemed to fade away as you entered the room - Jimin only had sights for you as you walked into the room with that all so charming smile on your face. 
“A vampire again, really Jimin?” were the first words that came out of your mouth as you spotted Jimin in his classic position, a red solo cup of what you could only assume to be red wine in his hand as he leaned against the counter. 
Jimin smiled. He instinctively reached to pour vodka into a solo cup for you, a habit that you didn’t even know he had picked up on last night, before walking over to you. 
“What can I say, the costume helps me pull hot chicks,” joked Jimin as he winked at you knowingly. It was only as he got close enough to you to whisper into your ear that he spoke again. “You look beautiful, angel.” 
Yesterday, you saw sultry vampire Jimin, the one with hips on the dance floor that you’d never forget. Today, you got to see a different side of him that still made your heart do backflips. Jimin, while still an extremely hot piece of ass, was much more than just that. For starters, he was a beer pong champion, but he still never got frustrated when you lost 3 matches in a row with your bad aim. You learned that Jimin was best friends with Lia’s boyfriend Namjoon, and if you didn’t already have enough proof that Jimin was a good person, if he was friends with Joonie, there was no way the man could have bad intentions. 
Intentionally or not, you found yourself by Jimin the whole night - you didn’t know where Lia or the rest of your friends were, and frankly, you didn’t care. Jimin made you laugh until your stomach hurt, he made butterflies flutter in your stomach everytime he lightly touched you or hung his arm around you. Both of you didn’t even notice that you had found yourself alone on a couch, talking about all the random things in life you could come up with. 
You don’t remember how you ended up going up to Park Jimin’s room - it was something along the lines of “Lia’s going to go home with Namjoon so I don’t want you to walk alone” and “ the DJ sucks so I can’t stand to be here any longer”, but the truth was that neither of you needed much convincing to spend more time together, especially if there was the possibility of a reenactment of last night. 
Park Jimin was a simple man, and his bedroom definitely reflected that. 
While Jimin shrugged off his coat, you took a moment to inspect your surroundings. You chuckled as you realized Jimin was a “blue bedsheets with one pillow” type of man. He didn’t seem to have too many personal belongings decorating the space, just a guitar by the bed and an extremely cute photo of baby Jimin in a cow sweater that you were begging to ask him about. However, that would have to wait as you were met with the sight of Jimin taking off the cape that adorned his vampire costume. 
“Keep the cape!” you yelled to him from across the room. 
Jimin froze in his tracks. 
“You’re fucking with me right?” Jimin said, trying to stop the giggles he had from bubbling over. “ Y/N L/N has a fucking cape kink?” he alleged with an curious tone. As he maintained eye contact with you he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a few chuckles at the situation. 
“Don’t laugh! I’ll leave right now, Park” you huffed with your arms crossed, using his surname to signal your displeasure at his teasing.
“Awe baby” he muttered as he got closer to you, enveloping you in a backhug and pressing kisses into your hair. “ I’ll do anything for you, including keeping this cape on. But you, my pretty angel, need to take this off” swooned Jimin as he gestured to your dress, holding the zipper between his fingers. 
You let him take his time with unzipping your dress, both of you focused on the feeling of the zipper going down inch by inch. Jimin couldn’t suppress the pleased noise that came out when he realized that you had no bra on today. But the real surprise was when he got to the last notches of the zipper and noticed that you weren’t wearing any panties.
“You dirty fucking girl - you did this for me, angel? All night, you’ve been waiting for me like this?” chided Jimin as he looked at the sight of your exposed cunt. 
“All this is for you, Jimin” you whispered sensually, taking two fingers to spread your already dripping cunt and show Jimin your arousal. 
“I can’t let my babygirl be so messy, can I?” tsk-ed Jimin as he led you to the bed, letting you spread yourself out for him. 
He took his time, kissing his way up your thighs, before finally reaching your cunt. Catching you off guard after teasing you, Jimin buried his nose in your cunt, delving his tongue in to lap up your juices. Your body responded instantly to his actions, a depraved scream erupting from your chest at the pleasure Jimin was giving you. 
“So fucking sweet, Y/N” Jimin swooned as he looked up at you covered from nose to chin in your arousal. 
When he dove back in he made sure to play extra attention to your clit, flicking the nub between your tongue in just the right ways to elicit some sinful gasps from you. 
“I need your cock, Jimin” you whined between wanton moans that escaped you. 
“As you wish, princess” said Jimin as repeated his words from just a couple days ago. “On all fours for me babygirl.”
As soon as you got in position, Jimin plunged his cock into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you and a low groan from him. Three days of fucking meant that your pussy was more than ready to envelope his cock, and Jimin immediately sprung to slamming his hips into your pussy, the sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room. 
“I want you to see yourself for me baby, see fucked out on my cock” muttered Jimin as he pounded into you. 
It was only as Jimin tilted your head up that you saw that you were aligned with a mirror directly in front of you. 
“So fucking beautiful” Jimin murmured as he punctuated each word with a thrust. 
Lifting you out of doggy style, Jimin kept you wrapped around his cock as he pulled your upper body up to meet his, the feeling of the heat radiating off both of you just adding to the pleasure. 
The sight in the mirror looked like it was out of the Louvre, or a porno, or both for that matter. Jimin had beads of sweat rolling down his body, his face displaying the pleasure and desire that he was feeling as he rolled his hips as far into you as he could. You couldn’t help but mirror his expressions, your mouth stuck in what felt like a permanent O shape and Jimin’s cock stretched you out. 
Jimin’s fingers found his way to your clit as he rubbed your swollen bud. You writhed against him in pleasure as your body gripped at Jimin’s in any way that you could.
Testing out the waters, Jimin placed a light tap on your clit, coming down on it just hard enough to elicit an electric jolt through your body.
“Oh my fucking god” you yelled out at the feeling, your chest raising up in satisfaction at the feeling.  
“Oh? I think you liked that baby, look at the way you’re clenching around my cock. Did you like it, hmm?” growled Jimin as he landed yet another slap, this time directly on your clit. 
The moans kept pouring from your mouth as Jimin was relentless in his ministrations to your clit while he continued pounding into you. And you knew you wouldn’t last long with the sight of the two of you in the mirror showing you the way Jimin’s face was scrunched up in pleasure. 
“Jimin, I - “ you panted, trying to get the words out between bated breaths. 
“Gonna cum for me, angel?’ rasped Jimin in your ear, still not breaking his space. 
You could only nod as more moans spilled out from your mouth. 
“Look for me baby, look at yourself while you cum.” 
The sight of you and Jimin together pushed you over the edge as the waves of your orgasm washed over you. Your brain could only string out a series of “Fuck” and “Jimin” pouring from your mouth as you felt your release. 
As you felt Jimin start to lose his rhythm, it seemed that the pulsing feeling of your orgasm washing through you was enough to bring him to the edge, the tight knot forming in his stomach telling him to pull out. 
As Jimin jerked his cock to the sight of your naked body in front of him, he was moaning your name within seconds as white ropes of cum landed all over your ass, a couple drops sneaking down to your dripping cunt as well. 
And after many forehead kisses and a warm bath, you found yourself falling asleep in Park Jimin’s arms for the second time that week. 
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Sunday, October 31, 2021
Today Jimin couldn’t even bear to wait in the kitchen for you to walk by -  instead, he wandered the halls of the Delta Epsilon house looking for you. Making it through the halloweekend bender was a challenge, and by the decreased number of bodies floating around the house, it seemed like some people had definitely succumbed to the two day hangover they had. Jimin, however, found himself instead addicted to you instead of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he thought would definitely finish by the end of the weekend. From the moment you left his bed he was counting down the minutes until he would get to see you again. 
But soon the night started to go on for far too long without you around and he could help but think that something was wrong. No, he knew that something was wrong. 
And so, Jimin swallowed his pride. He didn’t know how much you had told Lia, but he had enjoyed keeping you as his own little secret over the past few days. Not because he was embarrassed of you, in fact it was almost the opposite of that - Jimin didn’t want to share you with anyone. All your smiles, your moans, your laughs , he wanted to keep them as a precious memory for only himself to enjoy. But he knew that if he wanted to see you (or at least know if you were ok) he would have to face Namjoon and Lia. He was sure that Namjoon would have many words on the matter once he told him (something along the lines of “damn Park you bagged a babe” was bound to come out of his mouth), so it took Jimin a moment or two to work up the courage to interrupt Jimin and Lia’s all too intimate make out session, Jimin let out a polite cough as he stepped towards them. He was eternally thankful that they turned to greet him immediately, stopping him from having to awkwardly third wheel them for that much longer. 
“Um, hey guys uh, did Y/N come with you today Lia?” Jimin asked, his gaze anywhere except into your best friend’s eyes, fearing her reaction. 
“And what would you need Y/N for, Park?” Lia said with an all knowing smirk on her face. 
“I - , just wanted to hang with her, that’s all” Jimin mentioned, trying to keep things as vague as possible to stop the conversation from going further than he wanted, the blush already painting his cheeks giving him away. 
“She stayed home today - some about not feeling well or something? Maybe it’s the frat flu, did I ever tell you about how she got the frat flu last year and - “ 
Jimin couldn’t help but cut Lia off, muttering a quick thanks and have a good night before setting off for this destination. And before Jimin could think too hard about how he was walking in the pouring rain to the Delta Gamma house, he already rushed out the door without even grabbing a coat.
“He’s so whipped for her…” muttered Namjoon to Lia as he shook his head in pure disbelief.
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If one thing was for sure it was that you weren’t expecting to be at your door, it was Park Jimin. If you had even an inkling of a feeling that he would be here, you definitely would not be wearing powerpuff girl shorts and a ruined shirt you wore to a paint night years ago. But you didn’t. And honestly, you barely had the brainpower to think about what you were wearing while you took in the fact that Jimin was in front of you. That he was here for you. 
Jimin’s brain short circuited. He had decided to come here in a heartbeat, but he hadn’t thought of a single word of what he was going to say to you. 
“You’re sick. I mean - are you sick? Are you ok?” asked Jimin as he visibly scanned your body looking for signs of you being ill. 
“I’m not sick, I’m perfectly fine. Just a little tired i guess, couldn’t handle that much tequila three days in a row and Lia let me off the hook.” 
“Lia told me - “
“ Lia was drunk before Joon even picked her up today, I don’t think she remembers a single thing that happened after 5pm” you said factually, softening your tone to make sure you didn’t sound angry with Jimin’s arrival, especially since you were more than excited to see him. 
“Oh. ” 
Jimin let out a shaky breath and he wasn’t sure whether it was in relief because you were fine or because the fact that he just ran all the way to your sorority house the minute he thought you were sick finally dawned on him and he couldn’t find the words to express why he did that to you. 
“You’re wet. You’re a vampire again for the third day in a row, and you’re wet.” you muttered, an ironic reflection of Jimin’s words mere moments ago.
“Hm?” Questioned Jimin, until he looked down and realized that he was in fact, soaked to the bone with the rain coming down. He felt a crossroads in his chest as he didn’t know what to do - what if you didn’t want to see him today? Does he have to make the walk of shame back to the party and have everyone ask him why he’s a soaking wet vampire?
Sensing Jimin’s aloofness, you pulled him by the elbow to bring him inside without saying another word . Within minutes you were rubbing a towel on his hair as he stared at you in wonder. 
I hope you don’t catch a cold.” You muttered as you diligently stayed focused on your task of drying off Jimin’s hair. 
“What did you say?” He wondered through the muffled sounds of the towel covering his face. 
You apologized for almost suffocating him as you lifted the towel off his face to give him some breathing room, unintentionally also running your fingers through his hair to get the water out of his eyes. As you repeated yourself you could barely find the confidence to look at Jimin, but you’re glad you did because you could see the blush creep up on his chest. 
You smiled as you felt that all too familiar warm feeling creep up in your chest. 
It was a no brainer that Jimin was going to stay with you for the rest of the night. In no particular order, Jimin’s logic was that:
His clothes needed to dry before he could leave 
What was he going to do at a frat party without you with wet clothes (see point 1 for reference)
Halloween movies were his favorite thing in the world and there was no way he was going to miss out on watching your reaction to Monster House
WIthin just the last couple of days, you and Jimin had fallen into a comfortable nighttime routine. You would tell each other random things about yourselves, like how you make the best broccoli and cheese soup and Jimin can do a backflip once he drinks enough beer, make cheesy jokes, flirt and tease one another until the other got a little frustrated, but always end up in enjoying the physical presence of one another. The teasing and playful banter was what made you giggle until your stomach hurt (or until Jimin decided that he wanted a tickle fight and he was not about to lose). It was all so simple, but it felt like everything to you. 
So that’s how you and Jimin found yourself in your deceptively small bedroom. It was intimidating to let him into your room - it felt like the final piece of bearing yourself to him, almost more than being intimate with him. When he first walked around your room and looked intently at the photos of you from your childhood and with your friends back home, you missed as he muttered “cute” under his breath every single time he saw a cute photo of you, but you were relieved to see how non-judgemental he was about it all.  
Until he spotted one thing. 
“What’s this, Y/N?’ A black piece of lace hangs from Jimin’s finger. 
“Another one of Lia’s halloween costumes that she planned for me tonight. There’s more pieces for it scattered around here somewhere. I think it’s a dark angel? Or a witch? Or something like that” you said with your gaze still focused on tidying up some of the mess in your room. Your tone of voice was something that you’d use to describe a boring history assignment or doing laundry, definitely not what Jimin was feeling as he looked at the cloth in his hands. 
“It’s fucking sexy, that’s what it is.” 
“Have a costume kink or something Park?” you joked, eyes still focused on the pile of sweatshirts you had taken to folding during the conversation. 
“I don’t have a Halloween kink” he scoffed. “ I have a “you’re really hot and I think my dick is throbbing just thinking about you wearing this” kink.” Jimin  walked over to you, kneading the garment between his fingers. You could practically see Jimin’s imagination come to life as he looked at the fabric. 
“Well ask and you shall receive, baby boy” you winked as you grabbed the fabric from him and sauntered off to the bathroom to change. Before you could get very far, Jimin caught your wrist and therefore your attention. 
“Wait ,Y/N, I don’t want you to think that I came here for sex. I genuinely just wanted to see you and you look just as beautiful and sexy as you are right now and I don’t want you to feel like i’m forcing you into - .” 
You couldn’t hesitate from pulling Jimin in for a quick kiss to cut him off. Jimin’s rambling was cute, charming even, but you couldn’t let him get too far in his head with those thoughts of his. 
“I know, Jimin, that’s why I’m doing it - because I want to.” 
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In what was objectively a couple minutes but felt like hours to Jimin, you returned to the room. And his jaw dropped.
Jimin let out an unholy groan as his gaze stayed fixed on you. 
“You like it or something?” you tease as you do a twirl to show off the way the lace barely covers your ass. 
You truly were a sight to be seen - it was like the fabric was made for you as the sheer bodysuit clung to your skin. Had you actually worn this to the party you would’ve put a bra on underneath and a skirt on top, but you felt like bearing it all to Jimin as your nipples poked through the fabric, seemingly teasing Jimin from behind the black lace. 
“Like? Oh baby I fucking love it.” said Jimin as he stayed frozen in his position, taking in your figure in front of him. 
Even though there was no music playing, you found yourself sauntering sultrily over to Jimin with a natural rhythm to your steps. As Jimin stayed seemingly star struck, you sunk down to your knees in front of him. 
“Oh no, no, no, baby” muttered Jimin as he tried to pull you up from the ground. “You’re too pretty to be down there like that. Gotta treasure you” muttered Jimin while his lips ghosted over your skin, pressing kisses into your neck and shoulder. 
“Please, Jimin?” you begged, puppy dog fuck me eyes coming out in full force as you gazed up at him. “Want your cock so bad… want it in my mouth…” You nestled your nose and mouth right against his cock to express your desire, darting your tongue out even through the fabric to try and reach his member that you could feel throbbing underneath.  
Park Jimin was a simple man - how was he going to say no to that?
Your licked your lips as you unzipped his jeans, the way his cock popped out to freedom from its constraints making both of you groan.
You started by lightly licking the tip of his cock, teasing him slightly as you swiped your tongue along his frenulum. 
“Baby…” moaned Jimin through a raspy breath, obviously already affected by your actions. 
His reaction inspired you to go further, and you started bobbing your head up and down on his cock, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful man staring down at you. It was so good, so fucking good to Jimin, which he made sure to let you know almost constantly as it fell out of his mouth as a chant as you swiped your tongue all along his cock, making sure to take the time to play with his balls as well. 
You took one good look at Jimin before burying your face as far down his cock as you could go, nose brushing against his pubic bone as you had tears in your eyes from the feeling of fullness that you had in your throat. Jimin accidentally bucked his hips at the feeling, instantly apologizing and running his hands through your hair to make sure you were okay. 
“Fuck my mouth, Jimin” you said with a raspy tone, your lips covered in his precum. 
Jimin tilted his head back in disbelief at what you said. “You’re gonna be the death of me Y/N,” he muttered again as he leant down to press a quick kiss to your lips.
“Tap me twice if you ever  need to stop, okay?” Jimin said seriously as broke free from his sex-driven persona for a second.  You nodded in agreement while sending him a small smile. 
And with that, Jimin gathered your hair in his hands into a makeshift ponytail and guided your mouth back onto his cock. If your pussy was the best thing Jimin had ever felt, your mouth was definitely a close second. He began by slowly letting your lips surround his dick, taking in the image of your lips dark and wet with saliva. 
“You’re fucking amazing, baby - Oh fuck”  Jimin moaned as he kept his eyes focused on you down below. 
Soon he began picking up the pace, building up a steady rhythm of his cock down your throat. You hollowed your cheeks accordingly, the vibrations of your moans around his cock only increasing his pleasure.
Jimin was ready to cum from the moment you had stepped in the room wearing that all too sexy piece of black lace, and he knew he wasn’t gonna last very long. 
“Baby I - I’m gonna cum. Fuck, can I cum on your face princess?” Jimin begged as he looked down at you. 
You took him out of your mouth with an overdramatic “pop” as you switched to wrapping your hands around his length, one on his dick and the other cupping his balls. And Jimin could barely warn you before thick ropes of cum started shooting out of his length onto your face. 
“You’re fucking incredible, Y/N” Jimin moaned out as he rided out the shockwaves of his orgasm 
Jimin pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming as he looked at the vision of you in front of him on your knees, black lacy lingerie on, face covered in his cum. He knew that from this moment on, every time he closed his eyes he would see this image burned behind his eyelids. 
You laughed as you easily plopped down beside Jimin in the bed after wiping the extra cum off your face, him obviously still being in a post-orgasm haze. Within seconds the mood had shifted from sex powerhouse Y/N and Jimin to your usual playful state as you tickled underneath his chin. 
“Mmm, I’m not done with you yet” Jimin said as mustered all his energy trying to sit up. Before he could even get onto his elbows, his stamina had already sent him collapsing back into the bed, a moan of tiredness coming out of him in defeat. 
“Jimin, babe, you look completely fucked out.” 
Jimin raised his eyebrow as if to signal “you think?”, before chuckling at you and shaking his head. 
“Only for you, Y/N, only for you.” He paused and you could see his eyebrows furrow as he took all his energy to sit up. “But I’m a gentleman, I can’t give and not receive” 
It was now your turn to laugh. “You just throat fucked me to oblivion, babe, I think we’re past chivalry.” 
“but - “ 
“Tomorrow my pussy is all yours, Jimin, but you need to get some energy back babe” you proclaimed as you grabbed a bottle of water off of your nightstand to hand to him. 
“Pinky promise” you nod as you intertwine his finger with yours, kissing the tips of them with your lips.
{In true Jimin fashion, as soon as the clock hit 12:01 he was buried between your legs.}
Naturally you tangled your limbs with Jimin’s as you watched the movie playing in front of you, the lines where your body begins and his ends slowly starting to fade away. You don’t know who initiates it, but somehow your lips find their way together and Jimin pulls you into his lap to straddle him, bringing you even closer together. 
It’s different than usual. You’re not kissing each other with the same hunger and desire as before - it’s caring and calm, like you’re in no rush, just enjoying each other’s presence. 
“This is all a little cliche, isn’t it?” Whispered Jimin as he pulled his lips away from yours for a breath. 
And the truth was, it was really cliche. Halloweentown playing in the background, wrappers from candy that you should’ve given to trick or treaters but ate instead lying around - to an outsider you must’ve looked like the perfect couple. 
And then the word dawned on you -  couple. 
Jimin and you had never talked about being a couple. Fuck, you hadn’t really talked about much at all about relationships. But you knew how you felt - how you always want to be close to him, how your chest fills with this unexplainable feeling when he’s around, how. Park Jimin was definitely more than a halloweekend hookup to you, and your skin went cold as you worried that he may not think the same. The moment that brought you so much warmth now seemed to turn ice cold as you feared that this may be the last time you ever get to see Jimin like this - his eyes glimmering under the moonlight streaming in from your window.
“Thinking too much is bad for your brain, Y/N,” scolded Jimin playfully as he picked up on your uneasiness in a heartbeat, throwing one of your favorite candies at you at the same time in an effort to lighten your mood. It was going to take more than a piece of chocolate for your brain to switch gears, and you knew that there was no way you were going to get through the rest of the night without having the talk. 
“What are we doing, Jimin?” 
The silence that seemed to plague for what felt like hours made you instantly regret your decision. You were too caught up in your own head that you couldn’t see the gears turning in Jimin’s head too. 
“What are we - what do you mean what are we doi- oh. That what are we doing?” Rambled Jimin as he put the pieces together. 
And then you were back to silence… 
“Do you really wanna talk about it right now?” his voice seeming much more timid as he couldn’t even look you in the eye.  His fear seemed to also creep into your soul as you couldn’t look at him as you nodded.
“Um, ok - I guess I’ll go first” said Jimin as he cleared his throat with a small cough. You could feel the tension radiating off of him as he squirmed around in your bed while trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually with his head propped up in his hand he began to speak. 
“I don’t do this, I mean I don’t - . I don’t know, I -. Fuck, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never done this.” Jimin expressed  as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. 
You instinctively reached out to hold his free hand, rubbing circles gently on it with your thumb. You nodded slightly, letting him know that you think he can do this. 
“I guess, I’ve done this before, but I’ve never felt this before, yknow? This is just - this is scary but it’s all so amazing at the same time” His hands gesturing to god knows what at this point as it fluttered through the air
You chuckled and pulled Jimin’s hand closer to you, effectively bringing the two of you to be mere inches from each other. 
“You lost me a little there Jimin, I’m gonna need to know what this is” you said cheekily with a slight smirk on your face. You couldn’t help but be a little playful with his shyness. 
Jimin shook his head with a slight grin as he gazed at you, before taking your hand and putting it on his heart. You could feel his heart racing, pounding out of his chest essentially. At the same time, you looked at him and you could feel what he was saying to you even though no words were being exchanged. 
“You do this to me. In fact, I think you’re the only person that’s ever done this to me. And I don’t know why but I just can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you, Y/N. And I don’t want to ever be without you - yeah, I just don’t want you to forget about me after this weekend, I guess. But I don’t know how you feel and if I made you really uncomfortable I’m sorry but I just wanted you to know in case there was a chance but I don’t know even know if there is a chance or if you even - “ 
You stopped Jimin’s rambling in his tracks by calling out his name. 
Wordlessly, you took his hand and placed it over your heart, letting him hear its rapid rhythm. 
“My heart beats for you too, Park Jimin.”
The smile that spread on Jimin’s face is one that you’ll never forget. He instantly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to be on top of him, peppering kisses all over your face in pure elation. 
As you got lost in your thoughts, you let out a hearty laugh while still laying on Jimin’s chest. 
“Think I can convince you to dress up as something other than a vampire next year?” 
“Oh bite me, Y/N” Jimin laughed as he pulled you in for another kiss, muttering something about how his vampire costume definitely made you fall for him. 
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Thank you for reading! - Emily  ♡
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bts-hyperfixation · 2 days ago
Grocery Buzz
Kinktober Day 30 - Jungkook/Public
Warning: Sex acts in public, toys, car dry humping. This fic fits in with my OT7 universe  (Along with the last 6 kinktobers)
The boys thought they were so funny.
Absolutely hilarious.
They were still laughing when you and JK went out
It was a stupid bet
You two had lost and this was your punishment
The pair of you were to go grocery shopping
With phone-controlled vibrators attached.
The others could control them from home as you walked around collecting this week’s shopping.
You started subtly buzzing before you’d even gotten out of the car.
Jungkook didn’t seem to be fairing much better.
He kept shifting from foot to foot and rearranging his pants.
He spent a lot of the trip walking behind you to hide the tent he was sporting.
A position which to the outside world probably looked like an overly affection couple.
But to you, it was just distracting and not helping your own situation any.
Each time you felt how turned he was and the subtle vibration of him against you, your tummy flipped
If he didn’t back up you were going to have to jump him.
You were just settling into the rhythm when the other idols turned up the intensity.
Jungkook folded in on you for support as you gripped onto the trolley to stop from falling over.
“We need to get out of here, Right Now!” Jungkook grunted through gritted teeth.
“The punishment will be a lot worse if we don’t return with all the shopping on the list…” You reason, not in the mood to be denied your orgasm after this trip.
“How many things are on the list?” He peers at your phone screen and grimaces when he reads all forty items.
There were only six in your cart so far.
“Okay new plan… I’m gonna run to the bathroom and I’ll see you in like 20 minutes?”
You jab him in the ribs and loop a finger into his belt loop forcing him to stay.
The vibrations subside again for a moment, and you breathe out in relief.
“Let's just get as much done as we can when they give us reprieves and take a break for each new wave.”
He pouts but follows you along anyway.
He scoops things into the trolley without checking the dates.
Normally you’d roll your eyes and scold him.
Not today.
Today you do exactly the same.
You make it through about half the list before the vibrator in your pants roars to life once again.
You yelp, attracting the attention of an elderly lady nearby
She frowns at you and Jungkook and you playfully slap his arm to play off the sound you made and the pain on his face.
You hear her audibly tut before moving away from the two of you
Completely alone in the aisle, Jungkook has the bright idea to crowd you against the toilet paper display.
He slides his leg between your thigh allowing you to apply pressure where you need it most.
At the same time, he grinds against your hip for his own relief.
It feels so good.
But so indecent.
Someone could round the corner at any moment.
When that happens he reaches for the 4 pack above your head
Definitely nowhere near enough for a house of 8.
He backs away as if he was never touching you and the toys turn off yet again.
The intruder strolls away and Jungkook replaces the much too small pack.
5 items to go.
So close to the end.
Just the freezer section to go…
And the toys are ramped up to full speed.
If the store's elevator music stopped everyone in the aisle would be able to hear them.
You have to crouch to provide relief, feigning an untied shoe.
Jungkook grabs peas from the freezer, pressing them against himself while pretending to check them at your eye level.
What you wouldn’t give to suck him off right there.
But the others would know you’d removed the toys and you’d be out of luck in cumming tonight.
You whine as you stand again.
Jungkook practically hisses as you take the peas out of his grasp.
The two of you lean into one another.
Perfectly innocent.
Just having a hushed conversation about tonight’s dinner.
Not at all using it as an excuse to press yourself against him while waiting the latest surge out.
Unfortunately it doesn’t look like it’s going to…
The vibrations calm down but never fully subside.
They must’ve worked out that you’d nearly be at the checkout by now…
Those bastards.
You and Jungkook waddle to the tills.
Checkout is awkward as he groans in pain.
The cashier raises an eyebrow and you just shrug, struggling to keep the noises in yourself…
Luckily she is quick and you’re paying in no time.
You’re barely out of the door before Jungkook is pulling you across the car park to the car.
He chucks the bags in the boot and pulls you into the back seat…
“Kookie… we can’t…” You pant not exactly stopping him from pulling you into his lap.
“We can’t take off the toys… No one said shit about getting off with our clothes on.” He smirks like he has unlocked the secret to the universe.
“Grind on me baby. Put your leg in between mine and grind like this was the last orgasm you are ever gonna have, because if I’m wrong it might be.”
He laughs at his own thoughts, but you do as your told.
It’s almost like the boys were watching you two.
The toys made it up to full speed again just as Jungkook came sending him into an almost paralyzing overstimulation.
You held him up as you ground down into his thigh a few more times for good measure.
You kissed his face all over until his consciousness returned and the whimpers died down.
Then you left him in the backseat and drove the pair of you home to whatever torture or love awaited you there…
Kinktober Masterlist 2021
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sopebubbles · a day ago
Twenty-two: love me harder
21st century girl
Warnings: smut, Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex, unprotected sex, bondage, over stimulation, choking, spanking, I might be forgetting something
Recommend listening: love me harder by Ariana Grande
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It's late. Too late to be out working on things that could wait until tomorrow, but Yn doesn't want to stop being productive for a moment. It's easier not to worry about the things she can't control if she stays focused on the things she can. They stay there at the back of her mind though, pushing her to find more work to do, less quiet time to think, to sleep. She wants to text Namjoon. Not for any particular reason, she just wants to. He hasn't stayed far from her mind this last week either, even though she's been pushing to focus on more important things. But now it's as if she's summoned him. How else could he have found her in the student activities office?
"I was told I'd find you here." Namjoon's voice breaks the silence that has surrounded her for the last half hour that she's been here completely alone. It startles her out of the reverie she had fallen into when her hands went idle. 
"Who told you that?" she asks, acting as if she hadn't jumped a little when he walked in. 
"It's better if I protect my informants," Namjoon smiles casually. Yn merely nods, looking down to the drafting table she's leaning over and the finished stack of flyers that were the last thing she could think to do tonight. "What's on your mind?" he asks cautiously toward her, noting the worried and distant look etched into her features. The little crinkle between her eyebrows and the firm set of her jaw are tell tale signs.
She shakes her head. "Nothing."
Namjoon lets out a small laugh of disbelief, little more than a puff of air out his nostrils really. "Yn, I don't think there's ever 'nothing' on your mind. I think you think more than anyone I've ever met."
Well at least he understands the problem then, she laughs ironically to herself. "You're probably right about that," she admits.
"So talk to me. What's troubling you?" Namjoon walks around the table to stand beside her. 
She finds herself overwhelmed by his sudden presence. Most of the times she's been near him she's expected it or had time to adjust or the environment had made her more open toward people in general. Now the room is still and quiet. She had expected to be alone, and here he is, filling the room, her space, the silence, with his existence. She shrinks in on herself.
"You keep saying everything is fine, that this gossip isn't bothering you, but that's clearly not true," Namjoon says, breaking the silence once again after more time has passed without an answer than she realizes. 
"I am! There are more important things than all these stupid ass rumors!" She finally explodes at him after holding in for too long.
Namjoon nods his head calmly. "So tell me about those things," he encourages.
Yn lets out a heavy sigh. "Like, grad school applications."
His head nods again. "Yeah, those are important. When are your deadlines?"
"Next month," she mumbles.
Namjoon can't help smiling as he lifts his hand to gently stroke up and down her shoulder blade. "And you're the queen of getting shit done. So there's no need to stress about that tonight." But she doesn't relax at all, just shakes her head. "What else is there?"
Another sigh. Yn lifts her hand and brings it down heavily on the table. "Did you know the police have already given up on that student's case? They say they have no leads, but haven't asked anyone any questions. I can't get the image out of my mind of her rape kit sitting in a storage closet with dozens of others like it collecting dust until the statute of limitations runs out and she never gets any justice for what's been done to her. And I just-" Yn's fists clench on the table. "It just makes me so mad."
Namjoon hums thoughtfully. "In clinical psychology they say anger is a secondary emotion. You feel angry because you feel something else, sad or disappointed…"
"Of course I'm sad and disappointed!" she yells. "I'm sad that this is a thing people, especially women, have to worry about! I'm disappointed the system doesn't do more to find and punish people who hurt other people. I'm disappointed-" she cuts herself off abruptly as tears fill her eyes. 
Namjoon touches her arm softly. "It's okay. You can tell me."
Yn shakes her head, forcing a tear to slip over the brim and down onto the stack of flyers for Take Back the Night. "I'm disappointed in myself for not being able to protect anyone. I feel like nothing I can do matters. And I feel powerless." Her voice trembles as she speaks and sad, angry tears drip in streams down her cheeks. She sniffs and wipes her cheeks with her sleeve. "I'm sorry," she whispers, despising her own vulnerability. 
"Don't apologize. Your feelings are perfectly natural, and I asked. But why do you feel like it's your responsibility to protect them?" Namjoon asks softly. 
Yn shrugs. "I guess I just wish that I could. I wish I could do anything to make women not only feel safer but actually be safer. It's not right for us to have to live in fear. I don't want to live in fear." When she finally turns her face to him for the first time, the sight of her tear streaked face makes his heart clench, and he tries to fathom how heavy it must feel for her to want to protect so many when he just wants to protect her. Without a moment of thought he pulls her against his chest and holds her tight. She doesn't fight it or the warmth and comfort his broad chest and protective arms bring.
"Let me take you home, okay? You probably need to eat and sleep, yeah?"
"I don't need you to walk me home," she mumbles into his chest and he just laughs. 
"Yeah I know. But I want to protect you, too. And if we're both walking that way we can walk together."
She shrugs, resigned. "Fine."
"Do the rumors never bother you?" Yn wonders as they walk toward her apartment, hands shoved in their pockets against the chill of the November night. 
Namjoon sucks the cold air through his teeth. "You know, if there are rumors about me I never really hear them," he admits with a shake of his head. 
"See, that's the thing I can't stand! You've been sleeping with random girls for years and if anyone says shit about it, you don't even know. Yet I sleep with you a handful of times and I get called a slut by my latte and everyone on campus just loud enough for me to hear." 
"I'm sorry," he sighs. "I'm sure it's not what you thought you were getting into with me."
"That's the thing, Namjoon. I didn't think I was getting into anything with you. And I don't really care that much about my reputation. I don't care personally that people think I'm a slut. I care that people think people are sluts for exercising and enjoying bodily autonomy. And the double standard only makes things worse!" Her voice increases in pitch, volume and tempo as she rants.
"Again, I'm sorry if it's the girls from my past that are giving you problems," he interjects. 
"Isn't that crazy though? People are mad at me because suddenly you're not sleeping around anymore? They have insane conspiracy theories about how I got you to be loyal to only me, when I didn't even ask for that! I've never once mentioned or even thought about if you slept with other people at the same time as me!"
Namjoon stops in his tracks just before the cross the street. "I haven't though," he informs her. "I did try, I won't lie about that, but I haven't and I don't plan to."
Yn turns to look at him straight on. "I'm really not asking, Namjoon. We're not a couple. I'm not trying to get you to do anything you don't want. I don't know why you think I'm different, but I'm not trying to be."
Namjoon smiles wryly and steps closer to her. "You're always saying that, and I know you believe it. But I feel different when I'm with you, and that's enough."
"Different how?" she wonders. 
He pauses and looks down into her eyes before he explains. "Before you even asked the question, being with you made me realize how unhappy I was before. Without even trying, when I'm with you, even when we're just talking, I don't feel like I'm going through the motions. I feel like I'm actually living my life. That's what you did. I just don't want to go through the motions anymore."
"And here everyone thinks it's witchcraft and kinky sex," Yn replies dryly. 
"Really? That's what they say?" He laughs, disbelieving.
Yn begins to walk forward again. "Oh yeah," she calls back over her shoulder. "Didn't you know I've got lots of tricks?"
The last few minutes of their walk pass in silence and the gloominess returns to her features when her two known tools to avoid her feelings-- work and humor-- are out of use. She feels drained by the little time she indulged in them, and he can see it clearly when she stops outside her building and turns to him. 
"Do you want to come inside?" she asks quietly. "I'm sure I have some brownies you could take home to the guys."
"Sure. They devoured them last time. Hobi said you should put weed in them," he agrees and follows her inside. He stays so close behind her that he's in her bedroom before he realizes it. He's already been in here once, having followed through on that post-dinner quickie the other night, but he didn't really take in the room very much that time. Now he observes the overflowing laundry hamper and the stacks of random papers covering her desk. Her bed is made though. 
"Sorry, I've been really busy this week," she mumbles, knowing that's not the real reason for her mess. She picks up a few items of clothing off the floor while Namjoon looks at her bookshelf. She suddenly wonders what he's doing in here. Does he want to fuck? Is that what he expects to happen? Is that what she wants? She takes a moment to consider the last question as she watches his back. It wouldn't be the worst thing, but she doesn't think a quick fuck is going to be the thing to fix her mood this time. She needs something more, something she isn't sure she can ask for. It's been sitting there at the back of her mind since they started sleeping together. 
"Can I borrow this?" Namjoon asks suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts once again to hold up her well-worn copy of Feminism is for Everybody. 
"Yeah, of course. Two week loan and I'll need some collateral." She smirks. 
"Collateral?" He laughs. 
"I guess it's fine. I know where you live." She shrugs. Namjoon smiles softly at her and slips his backpack off his shoulder to place the book carefully inside. 
"Are you going to be okay, Yn?" he asks with the bag on his shoulder once again. She doesn't realize it but her frown is etched even deeper and her eyes look far away. She's just realized he doesn't plan to stay, and she doesn't like that. 
She shrugs again and looks down at her hands. "Yeah, I guess." She sits on her bed, her expression utterly sullen. 
Namjoon doesn't wait for an invitation to sit beside her or to take her hand. "Yn, please tell me if there's anything I can do to help. Anything. I know that you probably have every reason not to, but you can trust me and I do care about you."
Yn turns her head to look into his eyes. Eyes that always look at her with such sincerity. "I really want to trust you," she admits. "I think I do trust you, even if others tell me not to."
"You can. I swear!" His grip on her hands tightens, desperate for her to believe him. 
"There's one thing…" she hesitates. There's no going back if she reveals this about herself. Even if he accepts it. Even if they try it once and never again. It would still be something he always knows about her. 
"Anything," he repeats anxiously. 
"You need to promise it will stay between us."
"Of course. I won't tell anyone. Not even Tae," he assures her. Yn stands and goes to the bottom drawer of her dresser. 
"It's a little ironic because the rumor was made up but maybe not untrue." Before she turns back to him he hears the clink of metal. And when she faces him a pair of handcuffs hangs from her hand. She gazes at him nervously. 
"You want to cuff me?" Namjoon asks, not entirely shocked. 
Yn shakes her head firmly. "No. I want you to cuff me." She takes a couple of steps forward until she stands right in front of him, the cuffs gathered and held so tightly in her fingers that her knuckles turn white. "I want you to let me feel powerless and safe. I...I think you can do that." Namjoon stares back at her, utterly surprised, but he understands quickly. She needs this, a sense of controlled vulnerability. "But if you can't or you don't want to, I totally understand. We can pretend I didn't bring it up." Her voice quivers and her muscles flinch to take a step back when the silence stretches for half a second too long. Namjoon places a hand over hers to keep her there. He swallows thickly.
"I'll do it." He nods, never taking his eyes off hers. "I mean, I'm not sure if I can, or I'll be good at it, but I'll do it. I'll try."
Yn releases a breath she didn't know she was holding in her chest. "Are you sure? It's okay-"
"I'm sure," he says firmly. He lifts a hand to touch her cheek. "If it's what you need I'll try it. I'll keep you safe. And I promise no one else will know."
Yn's eyes are drawn down for a moment and she whispers, "thank you."
Namjoon stands and kisses her forehead. "Just give me a minute. You get undressed and wait for me here. Nothing else, okay?" Yn nods and watches him leave the room, closing the door behind him. 
Namjoon walks down the hallway to her bathroom, noting the silence of the apartment and how there doesn't seem to be anyone here. He uses the restroom and washes his hands, splashing some water on his face too. He tells himself he can do this. He enjoys being in control, and she's never fully given him the reins before. This could be fun. Yet he still feels a slight lack of confidence, given that he's never really done anything like this before, and she clearly has. He doesn't want to disappoint her. He needs to show confidence. 
Yn takes off her clothes, puts them in the hamper and fishes out the keys to the cuffs, leaving them on the nightstand, then waits on the bed with the cuffs sitting beside her. Nothing else, he had said. She listens closely for the sound of the front door, fifty percent sure he's gonna get the fuck out as soon as possible. She's a little surprised when he doesn't and walks back in through her bedroom door. He can't help a nervous smile when he sees her sitting naked just like he'd told her, her beautiful body waiting for him. He walks closer to stand in front of her and clears his throat. Her eyes peer up at him nervously.
"Is there anything I should know?" he asks softly. "You have a safe word?"
"It's orange," she replies quickly. "You can do pretty much anything you want to me. You can be as rough with me as you want. I'll do anything you ask," she promises.
He grins down at her, pleased by the idea. "You'll do anything I say?"
"Yes, sir," she assures him.
Namjoon grabs her by the jaw and turns her face up to look him in the eyes. "Yes, daddy."
A shiver runs down her spine. "Yes, daddy," she repeats.
"Good girl," he smiles, feeling more confident already. "Now get on your knees."
Namjoon grips her arms to pull her off the bed, but it's unnecessary. She's more than happy to follow his orders as she falls to her knees in front of him and waits for more instructions. He pulls his shirt over his head and enjoys the way her eyes linger over his toned abdomen. 
"You know you've done wrong, babygirl," Namjoon says as he undoes his pants while she watches. His face comes close to hers as he pushes them to the floor with his boxers. "You've never sucked my cock before. But you will now, won't you?"
Yn nods and licks her lips. "Yes, daddy," she agrees, looking at his half erect penis in front of her.
"Show me, baby," he encourages. 
Yn takes his cock in her hand, looking up at him as he gazes back at her. She feels him grow larger and harder in her hand as she strokes him, smiling when he reaches his full size. She sticks her tongue out to lick his tip and watches as his muscles tense at the new sensation. Her tongue swirls around his head and his eyes close for a moment until he feels her mouth close around him while her tongue continues to play and her hand slowly pumps his shaft. 
"Fuck, your mouth feels good," he shudders, and Yn hums as she takes more of him past her lips. It's difficult because he's so thick, but she takes as much as she can, barely able to manage getting half his length into her mouth before he hits her throat. "That's it, baby," he coos as he enjoys watching himself disappear between her lips over and over again. Namjoon gathers her hair between his fingers at the back of her head and pushes into her until she gags, then he lets go of her to let her breathe. She smiles as she gasps for air and spits on his cock, spreading the lubricant with her hand before she takes him in again. Her teeth graze just barely over his skin and he breathes in sharply at the surprising sensation but not in pain, sighing as she hollows her cheeks and begins to suck on him. 
"Fuck. Just like that. Please don't stop," he whines. His hand weaves into her hair again, making sure she takes as much as she possibly can and pushing her to the limit, chasing his high. It isn't that hard to reach when he looks down on her and sees how happily she sucks his cock. "Mmh, you're so fucking good at that. You're gonna make me cum, baby. You're gonna swallow all of daddy's cum," he tells her as his hips thrust and fuck into her mouth. He cums soon with a grunt, spilling warm, salty semen into her throat. Yn simply smiles and swallows, licking his head and her lips to make sure she's gotten every drop. 
Namjoon pulls her to her feet and leans down to kiss her lips. "You like daddy's cock, don't you, baby?"
"I love it. Want more," she chokes out in a hoarse, breathy voice. 
"I know you do, you little slut." Namjoon turns her around and scoops the cuffs off the comforter. He tightens them around each wrist, restraining her hands behind her back. He pushes her forward, bending her over the bed. She falls on the mattress with a bounce and lets out a quiet groan. Namjoon spreads her legs wide and rubs a hand over her ass. "I didn't know you were so filthy," he comments just before he lands a harsh smack on her left cheek. Her skin blossoms red, but she doesn't even whimper. 
Namjoon kneels behind her. "If you want my big cock in your little pussy I'll have to stretch you out," he tells her before he licks a wide stripe from her clit to her asshole. Yn moans loudly as he shoves his tongue deep into her pussy and rubs his thumb over her sensitive clit, giving her an intense sensation. His hands grip the back of her thighs to hold her still when she can't help squirming. 
"It's too much!" She cries when he sucks hard on her clit, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves at the same time. "Namjoon, please," she whines.
Namjoon pulls away and clears his throat. "What did you call me?"
Shit. "I'm sorry, daddy."
"I asked you a question." He rises to his feet and turns his body perpendicular to hers. "What did you call me?" He repeats, and slaps his hand to her ass with more force than ever before.
"Namjoon," she whimpers, followed by a smack. 
"Is that what you're supposed to call me?" Smack.
"No." Smack. 
"What's my name, baby?" 
"Daddy. I'm sorry, daddy!" Smack.
"Don't forget again," he warns her as he watches his hand print recede in the redness of her skin. He rubs his hand, skin stinging from the repeated impacts, over her warmed flesh and down between her quivering legs to her dripping pussy. He collects her essence from her entrance with his finger and spreads it down over her clit. "I was gonna be so nice and stretch out this tight little pussy so I didn't hurt you. But you just had to misbehave." 
"I'm sorry," Yn whispers again as he rubs hard and fast over her clit, knowing well that the stimulation is intense for her. "Please. Want you inside of me," she begs. 
"Not yet, babygirl. Not until you make this pussy cum for me." He rubs faster, making her moans sound almost like sobs. "Wanna make this pussy cum for me so many times."
Yn's body is on fire, her skin still stings from her punishment and his fingers over her clit are sending furious signals all over her body. It gathers almost painfully at her core before the dam finally breaks and her orgasm washes over her. Namjoon feels her pulse against his hand as her hips twitch.
"There she is," he praises, and drops to his knees again. 
He laps up the arousal that drips down her lips and then presses soft kisses all around her swollen flesh. He runs his tongue from her clit up her folds and thrills at the little tremors that run through her when he does so. His tongue flicks temptingly at her bud, making her squeak quietly. He latches onto her with his lips once again. He's beginning to get hard again himself and strokes his length as he listens to her little moans. With her face pressed against her bed and tears in her eyes, Yn knows it won't be long before she comes again. She doesn't fight it and lets go so the second wave of orgasm rushes over her body, making her heart beat loudly and her skin sweat. Namjoon smiles and gives her one more wide lick up her pussy, making her convulse before he rises to his feet. 
With one hand on her hip, he gives himself a few more pumps before he centers himself behind her and coats the head of his cock in her thick arousal. Without warning he pushes into her swollen lips. Her slick makes entering her easy even though her tight walls squeeze him. He's still not gotten used to how good she feels raw, the delicious sensation of her soaked walls.
"Fuck, your pussy feels amazing," he groans as he buries himself to the hilt, pushing her deeper into the bed. He pulls back and then slams into her harder than before but just as deep, making her gasp. He leans forward to grip the hair at the back of her head. "Tell me who your pussy belongs to, baby."
"Fuck, daddy, it's yours." She moans as he moves again. 
Namjoon releases her hair to grab onto her hips and begins to thrust into her at a regular pace, not too fast or too slow, just a steady speed he can enjoy for a while. Yn drowns in the feeling of him, stuffing her as much as she thinks she can take. If there were any more of him it would be too much, but he's perfect. Namjoon grips the bit of chain holding her wrist together and she wraps her hands around his wrist in response, a small bit of extra contact as his thrusts become quicker and harsher. 
When he feels himself coming too close to climax he pulls out of her abruptly and pulls her up by her wrists. He swipes the keys off the top of her dresser where she left them and unlocks one of the cuffs. Then he turns her around quickly and pulls her against him into a kiss. He kisses her deeply and she raises her arms to wrap around his neck, the cuffs falling coldly against his back. He lifts her and places her on the bed and then removes her hands from him. When he pulls away she looks at him with wide curious eyes. He pecks one more quick kiss to her bitten lips.
"I want to see your gorgeous face," he tells her with an admiring smile as he brings her wrists together again, this time around the metal bars of her headboard. The cuffs click closed.
Namjoon drags his hands back down her arms, making them tingle as he kisses her. He lowers his mouth to her soft breasts as he squeezes them in his hands. Her back arches away from the mattress as he harshly sucks one nipple into his mouth. Yn wraps her fingers around the bars of her headboard as his fingertips glide agonizingly slowly over the smooth skin of her stomach, raising goosebumps. Just when she thinks he's going to reach her core, he grabs tightly onto her thigh and pushes her leg back until her knee touches her chest, folding her up before he finds her an entrance again and pushes into her. 
"Fuck," she cries loudly as he slams right into the sweet spot inside of her.
"Mm, is that the spot, baby?" Namjoon smirks as he pulls back and hits the same spot again. He fucks her steady and even, leaving her thoughtless, head totally clear of anything but what he is making her feel, exactly like she was hoping. But he wants to hear her. He leans forward and places his hand just under her jaw, drawing her attention to his face. "Tell me," he orders.
Yn looks at him through hazy eyes. His expression is stern but she can still see a softness in him, a part of him that just wants to know she's feeling good. And she is feeling so good. 
"It's perfect," she moans, and he unconsciously speeds up just a little, turned on even more by the satisfaction in her strained voice. He's about to pull his hand away and she wishes desperately that her hands were free for just a moment so she could show him what she wants. But she can't, so she'll have to use her words. "Choke me, daddy," she begs, her voice full of a neediness he's never heard before. "Please."
Namjoon hesitates for a moment. She sees the unmistakable fear and uncertainty flash in his eyes. He tries to remember what he read the one time he looked into the act online. 
"It's okay," she whispers, a horribly ambiguous phrase that she could mean to reassure him or to tell him he doesn't have to. 
Namjoon adjusts the position of his hands and applies slight pressure to the sides of her neck. Yn clenches around his cock just the same, luxuriating in the way his large hands grip around her throat. Her moans grow more intense even as they're cut off and her mouth simply hangs open. Her mind grows even more blank as she loses air and focuses solely on her body. Her orgasm comes with her pulsing around him and he moves his hand around to the back of her head to hold her as he kisses the side of her neck where his thumb was pressed in. She gasps as he speeds up, fucking her through her orgasm until he reaches his own. He pulls out just in time to cum all over her belly, which is still heaving in an attempt to catch air. 
Namjoon sits back on his heels with his hands on his expansive thighs and releases a deep, exhausted sigh. Yn can only stare at the ceiling as she tries to cope with all the intense sensations coursing through her body.  Finally he moves to hover over her and kiss her softly, bringing her back to earth with a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he chuckles as he steps into his boxers and then leaves her cuffed to the bed frame.
In the hallway, he nearly runs straight into Jimin. It's clear he's just walked into the apartment, so at least he didn't hear anything that just happened, but these are still pretty incriminating circumstances. Namjoon attempts to cover his stomach and his chest with his arms. But Jimin can't help looking him up and down with the most confusing mixture of awe and suspicion written across his face. Jimin opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes to mind and he rushes off to his bedroom instead. 
A minute later, Namjoon returns to Yn, who's waiting patiently, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she's still chained to her bed. She smiles at him gently and it lifts a weight off his chest. All along he had been doing his best to suppress the voice in the back of his head questioning every decision and wondering if she would hate him for it. The look she gives him now is proof that she doesn't. From her perspective, it was perfect. He could've done anything he wanted with her. He could've been harsher and she wouldn't have minded, but she could sense how much he cared, how he did everything for her, even though he didn't have to.
Namjoon proceeds to clean her gently with a warm, wet washcloth, smiling as he continues to admire her body. He throws the cloth on her hamper before grabbing the keys once again and finally setting her free. But he holds onto her wrists and gives each a gentle kiss where they've gotten red and aggravated by the metal. He grabs her water bottle sitting on the night stand and opens it for her to drink, which she does eagerly.
"Do you need anything?" Namjoon brushes her hair back at her temple.
Yn shakes her head. "Just the covers." He helps her get underneath them and she moves inside to make space for him, so he can roll down onto his back beside her and pull her into his side. She rests her head on his shoulder and lays there silently for a moment. 
"You can go, if you want to," she tells him as she feels she's about to slip under into a deep sleep.
"What if I don't want to?" he questions, not wanting to move any part of his being away from her. 
Yn nestles further into his side. "Then stay," she murmurs and hears the click of her bedside lamp. 
The sun is shining when Yn wakes, filling the room with white light. She's alone in bed but Namjoon's spot is still warm. Namjoon. Her eyes snap open at the rustling of clothes. 
"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you." He speaks softly when he sees she's looking at him. "I have a class."
"Of course," she croaks, noticing her throat is sore for the first time.
"Are you okay?" An endearing look of concern crosses his features. 
"I'm fine. Don't worry," she assures him. She's dealt with worse than a sore throat before. 
Namjoon slips his hat on his head to conceal his still tragic hair and the fact that he won't have time to go home and shower. He slept too well and didn't want to leave. 
"I'll text you later," he promises, leaning over the bed to kiss her cheek. 
Yn whispers goodbye and holds her hand to her cheek. She must have been out of her mind when she told him to stay last night, but her chest fills with warmth at his kiss even as she hates to see him leave. What on earth had Namjoon done to her? 
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blank-et-noir · 2 days ago
The Great Pretender (3)
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chapter: three ( 2k ) genre: fluff | angst | romance | hurt/comfort tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | abo au | poly warnings: sexual harassment, overthinking? summary: Lately, the mask you’ve worn since childhood is slowly getting more suffocating by the day. It doesn’t help that along with this, you’re also trying to find your place in your newfound pack. With their insistent attempt to get closer to you, will you still be able to prevent yourself from slipping? beta: @destructiveasparagus (thank you for the comments they are sooo detailed and everything, it really helped and all. It took me pretty long to finish this and I really tried fixing this chapter with the comments you gave me huhu thank you so much 🥰)
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The office was a little too quiet, a little too dark, and a little too empty. But it doesn’t matter since you don’t notice it anyway with how stuck you still are in the thoughts that you’ve had this morning - or dawn to be precise.
Pacing back and forth in the little space you have just beside your work cubicle, you think of ways to cover up your mistake last night. You still remember how Hoseok and Yoongi’s arms wrapped around you, tightly, from each side. Feeling lonely, you hug yourself.
Despite the sweat running down from your temples, it’s strangely cold, So you run your hands up and down your upper arms, in an attempt to simulate the warmth you felt last night, but it barely makes a difference.
Self-disgust starts creeping in when you realize just how much you crave feeling oh-so-small in the middle of them. Actually, wanting the affection you received that night and feeling so soft. Your nails start to dig deeper on the upper arm, leaving nail marks. Alphas are not supposed to feel that way. You’re not raised to feel that way.
You know that you’re overthinking it, that you were able to escape the nest without anyone noticing. You probably have nothing to worry about. But a part of your brain says that your escape is just temporary - it’s just you delaying things.
So you try to rationalize, in order to stop yourself from spiraling.
Okay. Best case scenario is they haven’t noticed at all. They haven’t noticed when your unconscious self sleepwalked to their nest and slotted herself in the middle of their intimate pack cuddle - more specifically, inserted herself in between the warm hugs of Hobi and Yoongi. They also didn’t notice you fleeing before they even woke up. So it appears as if nothing has happened and you slept all night alone in your own room, just like how you should’ve been.
Worst case scenario - which is, by the way, unlikely than the one prior but, nevertheless, is still a probability to consider - is that someone woke up last night when you sleepwalked to the nest. And they were forced to sleep uncomfortably because you just invaded an intimate space that you were clearly uninvited in. They witnessed how soft you were of an alpha and are annoyed that they have to deal with their needy and clingy ass. They’ll soon realize how you were faking it all along and you’re not the strong and independent alpha that you pretended to be. The alphas would be disappointed, the betas weirded out, and the omegas disgusted. You failed them as an alpha and they’ll want to kick you out of the pack.
Now, weighing both scenarios, one is more likely than the other because had it been the second one then it wouldn’t make sense for Yoongi and Hoseok to willingly cuddle you. If they were dead asleep, it is more natural that they’d hug you close, thinking that your body is just one of their other pack mates and not you.
That makes sense. Okay. Obviously there is no need to panic anymore.
All you have to worry about is how you’ll act when you go home and face them. If you act like everything’s normal and mask the guilt you feel then you’ll be fine. If it gets too hard you can just pretend you have another business trip and spend the night in your unit until the guilt fades away.
Okay, maybe that last option is too severe. But you’d like to believe you’re a decent actress, so you got this in the bag. The last option is just a big “what if.”
With a solution now in mind, you move forward and try to brainstorm for the prevention part of the plan.
You’re too scared to imagine just how much bigger your slip-ups could get. Sure, you’ve had them frequently these days - like how you almost cuddled Lisa openly in public last week or how you accidentally let out a whine in your phone call with Yoongi - but those were just small, minor mistakes that are easy to cover up.
Last night was too risky. This week was supposed to be your heat. Sure, the suppressants were able to stop them from actually happening but the doctor warned you that it could still be triggered by strong scenting of mates or intimate contact with partners. In short, you were in a very sensitive and vulnerable spot right now. You couldn’t afford to have anoth -
Before you can even finish your train of thought, you heard a loud crashing sound in one of the closed offices.
Startled by the loud sound, it takes you a minute before you move to check where the sound came from. And as you walk closer to where you thought you heard the sound, you slowly sink in dread when you realize that you are heading towards your boss’s office.
It should be fine right? You have to check just in case someone was hurt.
Surely, he hasn’t arrived in the office yet - it’s too early. It could just be the janitor slipping on the floor?
Deep inside you knew that you were only holding onto false hope. Your boss was particularly known to arrive even before office hours. The reason - you’re not sure. You can only suspect that that’s the time he actually gets his job done. That would explain how he’s able to spend the rest of the office hours frolicking around and terrorizing his subordinates without falling behind his workload. It’s one of the reasons the higher ups can’t just kick him out. He’s an efficient worker. Although he was never one to work well with others, no one could deny that he actually is able to get things done.
You try to approach the door as quietly as you can. The silence of the office makes the sound of your heartbeat much louder to your ears.
The door creaks a little even as you open it the slowest that you can. And as you catch a brief glimpse of your boss from the small gap you created by the door, you try your best to retreat swiftly. Except it doesn’t work because in your hurry you accidentally slam the door shut.
You were about to bolt when your boss’s voice halts your every movement.
“Whoever is out there, come back in before I call security and fire you. There are surveillance cameras just outside my office, I can easily know your identity by checking them later.”
He’s eerily calm for someone who just caught someone sneaking to his office. Isn’t he afraid it might be an actual robber. How is he so sure it’s an employee? Plus it’s like 5 am in the morning, isn’t he scared that I might be like a ghost or something?
“Quickly, before I lose my patience.” With that threat, all your other thoughts vanish and you enter the room with your head lowered.
“If it isn’t my favorite girl? Y/N, I knew you’d one day fold.”
You momentarily cringe at the endearment before confusion starts to seep in. It must have been evident in your facial expression because before the pregnant silence envelops you any longer, he expounds further.
“You’re starting to regret choosing your pack. You’re here to beg me to take you.”
At his confident statement, you flinch. For the first time, you raise your head and attempt to throw him a look of disgust and distaste only for it to morph into shock.
His eyes were bloodshot red. Hair and suit, a mess. Papers and pens are scattered everywhere. There are some pieces of ceramic and glass on the floor. His table is cleared. Now, that must be the cause of the sound. He threw all of the items on his desk to the floor, including his pristine glass nameplate.
God, did just trash his office? This early? On a Monday? That’s fucked up.
He takes a step closer to you, and oddly he takes a huge sniff.
And if you weren’t peeved enough by the mess he had in his office, that obviously perverted action definitely set you off.
“Fucking hell. Baby, you don’t even have to beg anymore. You offering me to take you on your heat is definitely enough to make up for ditching me over that stupid pack of yours.”
The fuck?!?
Then it hits you. In your rush to leave home, you forgot to take your suppressants and apply some scent mask, just like how your doctor advised you.
You take a step back, clearly heading for the door in the most subtlest of ways. And your boss, still drunk on the scent of you, doesn't seem to notice your obvious attempt to escape - that you don’t want this, that it was not your intention to ask him to help you on your heat. Instead, he creeps even closer, slowly, as if approaching prey - which was ironic at this point since you were the alpha.
He’s not any bigger than usual betas but you were smaller than a normal alpha - if it weren’t for your scent, many could mistake you as an omega because of your physique. Still, size wasn’t the issue- you can beat him in a fight any day - it’s the evident power gap.
The old man had vast connections ranging from different industries. Shitty attitude aside, many actually respect him for his output and works. He’s an asset to the company, one they wouldn’t want to lose. If a harassment case were ever to blossom from this, you know that it’d be you that the company would lay off. You were pretty sure that wasn’t legal but they have their ways. The thing is, you’re just not important to the company as this man is. And if they have to, you’re an expense they’re willing to pay just to make the man stay.
You’re extremely close to the door now. Witnessing your threatened state doesn’t seem to bother or agitate the beta. He just leans close to sniff again just near your neck. You freeze then shudder. Disgusted but unable to move, scared that your sudden movement might trigger him to bite your flesh.
Only after he leans back and shows you a demeaning smirk did you finally push him hard and rush out the door, heading to the nearest comfort room to wash away his claim on you. As you run, you hear him shout from the room.
“I’ll wait for your heat to peak, baby! I’ll take you!”
You felt pretty much numb after the encounter, so you just stayed in your cubicle.
It’s not sexual harassment right? Sure, you felt uncomfortable but he technically didn’t touch you. Maybe you’re just overreacting. Plus even if it is, will anyone believe you? An alpha getting harassed by a beta - is that even possible. It’s probably your fault. You’re an alpha for god’s sake, you could’ve just used your physical strength or alpha voice. Why can’t you defend yourself?
One by one, other employees start filling the office and heading to their respective work cubicles. It hits you that you probably have to leave. Because of the open area design of the office, your pheromones can easily be detected by others and they’ll know you’re on your pre-heat - which is kind of embarrassing since it’s seen as taboo and rude to continue going to office once one knows they’re in their pre-heat or pre-rut stage. It’s a customary gesture to just take a leave and stay at home in order to not disturb or distract other employees with your pheromones or even stimulate arousal from your co-workers.
You make a quick email to your ass-of-a-boss, requesting an emergency leave. It was probably more appropriate to ask him directly as he’s literally in the same floor, but you’d rather not encounter him again. With that, you pack your things and leave.
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lavienvante · 14 hours ago
most wanted: boyfriend  ♡  kth | teaser.
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♡   summary:  the official boyfriend application  ―  or the OBFA, as you liked to call it. the rules were simple: 1. dates in potential would apply anonymously to fill the role of your (also anonymous) best friend’s boyfriend and 2. go through a strict analysis conducted by you. if deemed lucky enough, they would earn a blind date with the prettiest, most wonderful girl on campus: your best friend. the only problem? you didn’t count on the likelihood of those bold, flashy letters denouncing the latest submitted application signed off with the pseudonym of your hardcore crush: vante.
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♡       pairing: kth x f!reader. ♡       genre: college au  |  idiots to lovers  |  fluff + crack. ♡       rating: pg-16. ♡       word count: 770 (teaser only). ♡       content warning(s): swearing and heavy language, brief mention of alcohol, mentions of cheating and lying, pretty much a whole lot of heartbreak.
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“Hana, I swear to God, you have to stop checking his goddamn Instagram profile every five seconds or I’ll confiscate your every device from you.”
Your voice echoes from the kitchen, followed by a barely audible sigh from your best friend sitting by the living room. Her incessant clicking stops, bringing you to let out a breath of relief. Though your apartment isn’t the most spacious place, lately it feels as if both of you are oceans apart, even within the confines of these four walls - a silence is so loud you cannot feel a thing.
Stomping over to the living room, you find the image of your hangover, teary eyed best friend. You had never seen Hana cry, at least not like this. Even as she’s embraced by the warmth of a blanket and your arms around her quivered figure, the cold of her features denounces the wreckage that the last ten or twelve hours have done to her.
“I know you said I had forty eight hours to ugly cry as much as I wanted,” she looks over at you, rubbing off the mascara stain from her skin. “But I don’t think I can stop crying anytime soon,” Hana shrugs, her voice faltering into quiet sobs.
From the screen of her laptop, the bright letters of Hana’s now ex-boyfriend’s name - a name which you’ve come to hate - flash at you. You knew he was a good-looking dude, that was undeniable. But somehow the ugliness seemed to pour out of his picture onto every pixel of the screen, making your stomach sick with disgust.
Eric Nam was a dead man. To you, at least.
Regardless, you’ve made it a point not to ever scroll through the pixelated chaos of your direct messages instigating more rumors amongst the campus. You simply didn’t read them, because the target was on your “prettier” counterpart this time. 
And truly, while a teensy, tiny bit of you envied her effortless look, her undeniable popularity and her natural social butterfly persona, you could not imagine the way she felt then and still does now, upon having her heart ripped into shreds when his last uneventful post was published exactly twelve hours and forty six minutes ago, with the picture of him and his girlfriend. Except it wasn’t Hana herself.
It wasn’t as scandalous for him as it was for her - because it wasn’t enough for her to have been cheated on and lied to, the prying eyes on campus also had their own inputs to share in between the hallways. Apparently everyone knew about it, it just took nearly a year for one single person to have the guts to go about it and let Hana know - not in a good way.
And truly, your heart broke into pieces just as much as Hana’s when you saw those far too high quality pictures of Eric with his tongue down some this girl’s throat. You didn’t know what was more infuriating: the fact that everyone knew, the fact that your best friend had become a laughing stock or the fact that for legal purposes, you were not allowed to kick her ex “boyfriend” in the gut.
Her quiet sobs feel worse than the loud cries of last night. You know it hurts her deeper now that the initial shock is gone, replaced by a faint smell of alcohol in her clothes and about fifteen unanswered texts from her social circle. Eventually, you decided to text them back yourself, with a copy-paste message telling everyone Hana needed some space, yadda yadda.
You did not tell them she also needed some tequila and a whole pack of Doritos, regardless of how much you hated the smell.
You knew she would be fine. Everyone did. Even if a part of you feared what would become of Hana’s love life when she decided (sooner or later) to get back into her “carefree” phase, you could still bet on her confidence and her bravery made of steel. She knew better than anyone how to stand tall and proud in the spotlight, even when the circumstances were against her.
However, you also knew she had a marshmallow heart when she was truly, madly, deeply in love.
And that had only happened once in her entire life.
With none other than The Asshole Who Shall Not Be Named.
You, on the other hand, had never had the opportunity to claim a broken heart by any means. And right now, that was a privilege over your best friend’s current state, bad enough for you to arrive at a drastic conclusion.
She needed to fall in love again.
And you were going to help her.
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sublimebangtan · 2 days ago
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⟶ title: Living Dead Boy
⟶ pairing: undead(not zombie)!jimin x female reader
⟶ genre/tropes: supernatural, smut, established relationship
⟶ word count: 2.1k
⟶ warnings: mentions of dying, mentions of an accident, explicit smut in the forms of: kissing, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (that’s a no no folks).
⟶ summary/concept: you refuse to let him go. you refuse to believe that he’s really gone. and so you do what you have to do to bring him back. to your surprise, it works. but your sweet and loving boyfriend is not the same, no he’s changed. he’s dangerously sexy and you can’t keep your hands off of him. maybe the new Jimin is the man…or whatever he might be now, of your dreams.
⟶ A/N: this is my contribution to the Jimin’s sunset spooktober collab hosted by Sammy @chateautae and naia @opaljm!!! Thanks for letting me be apart of this loves!
You refused to believe that he was gone.
It didn’t matter that you attended his funeral and watched his family mourn for him. Your mind wouldn’t let you do the same. You couldn’t cry, because you couldn’t believe it.
Park Jimin was the love of your life. Your sweetheart. The boy who stole your heart so many years ago and kept it safe. So how could such a terrible thing happen to such a beautiful person?
So you did the only thing you could think of. You scoured libraries and online bookstores…contacted people who practiced witchcraft and voodoo doctors until you found someone willing to help you. Someone who was willing to let you use the book of the dead at your own risk.
You didn’t care about the consequences. You just wanted him back.
You would bring him back to the way he was. Not a zombie…just Jimin.
You gathered all the supplies you would need. Candles…crystals…anything that could possibly help in helping this succeed.
Speaking the words of the spell felt heavy on your tongue. It was so forbidden. So incredibly stupid. And so completely desperate that it just had to work. You repeated the spell over and over until your voice started to strain. You gripped the items that belonged to Jimin tightly between your fingers and hoped with every ounce of your being that he would come back to you.
But nothing happened. No bolt of lightning outside. No rumbling of the floorboards. The candles stayed lit. And all hope started to seep it’s way out of your body. Your shoulders slumped with defeat as you tossed the book of the dead angrily at your apartment door, blowing out the candles before pushing them away from you completely.
Tears finally came then. You cried so hard and screamed until your lungs hurt. Why was life so unfair?
You crawled into your bed and cried until you fell asleep. Feeling raw and broken and inconsolable.
It must have been a few hours later when you heard light knocking on your apartment door. It was the middle of the night, your face was puffy from crying and your body ached from the weight of feeling like you had failed the man you loved.
The knocks kept coming, so you pulled yourself out of your bed and the warm cocoon you had made and made your way to the door. You undid the deadbolt and slowly cracked the door open, and what you saw on the other side was nothing short of a miracle.
There stood your beautiful boyfriend, black hair a ruffled mess and sticking to his forehead. The look on his face was likely the same shocked look you had your own.
“How?” Jimin said, not making a move towards you, his chest heaving.
“Jimin…” You could barely speak any other word. It worked. He was here.
“What am I doing here, angel? What’s going on?” He stepped into your space and closed the door behind him. You wanted to touch him so badly, make sure this was real.
“I…I couldn’t let you go. I found…a spell.” You explained, voice shaking in disbelief.
“I…I was dead. I remember dying…” Jimin paced the space between your living room and kitchen. He was wearing the beautiful grey suit that he was buried in…it was haunting to say the least.
“There was an accident Jimin, and they couldn’t save you. I just…I couldn’t let you die. I got this book and I brought you back.” You handed him the copy of the book of the dead that you had used, but when he took it from your hands he dropped it to the floor immediately.
“There’s nothing good in that book. I don’t think I’m good anymore, angel.” He moved away from you but you reached for him.
“I know this is confusing and completely insane. As much as I hoped it would work I didn’t think it would. But you’re here, baby. You’re really here.” You extend a shaky hand up to his face, his eyes never leaving yours as you finally touch his skin. It’s so cold, and not the same warmth you’re so used to feeling when you touch him.
“I feel like me…but don’t. I don’t think my heart is beating…I don’t think I have any blood…what am I?” He looks so terrified. What have you done?
“We can figure it out together, can’t we? As long as it’s me and you everything will be fine right?” You pressed your palm over his chest where his heart should be to find that Jimin was right, there’s no heartbeat there.
“Together.” He breathes and puts his hand over yours on his chest. “I think breathing is just a habit…there’s no need for it.” He blinks a few times and breathes in again to confirm his suspicion.
Over the next few days, you started to notice that Jimin not having a heartbeat was just the tip of things about him that had changed. Where he used to be soft he was now all hard muscle and sharp lines. He was still the sweet man you remember…but different. He was needier. Wanted you more. He was restless and on edge.
He couldn’t just walk out of your apartment for everyone to see when his family had just buried him days before. Being stuck inside was frustrating for him and you knew you needed to think of ways for him to live life again but that would have to wait, because right now he was insatiable in other ways.
“Do you like that?” He growls against your ear, his thigh between your legs as you lay beneath him on your bed.
“Mmhmm.” You hum your agreement, fingers gripping into the sheets. Jimin presses his thigh harder into your core.
“Use your words, angel. I need you to tell me how much you like it.” His cold hands roam your sides and leave goosebumps in their wake.
The truth was, you were insatiable too. Your physical relationship with jimin before he died was always good, but it wasn’t like this. This was exciting and fresh and new. It was unbelievably sexy…he was unbelievably sexy. And you loved it, you wanted more of it.
“I like it so much.” You moaned and dug your teeth into your bottom lip, but Jimin quickly pulled it away with his thumb.
“All of your moans are mine, and I want to hear them.” He moved his thumb down to your core to rub your clit over your thin pajama shorts. Your back arched from the bed at the contact, exposing your neck for him to graze his lips and teeth over.
You somehow manage to clear the lust fogging your brain long enough to sit up, gripping your fingers into Jimins shirt and pulling his lips down to yours. His tongue immediately skims the seal of your lips and dives inside, roaming your mouth and tangling the wet muscle with yours.
“Jimin…I want you so much.” You breathe against his mouth. He laughs softly, kissing you once more before he separates and pulls his shirt over his head.
Was it possible for his body to have gotten more perfect from just hours ago? Your fingers ghost over the hard planes of his abs and stomach, relishing in all the dips and curves.
“Have I not been fucking you enough? Still so needy for me?” He drags your hands up his body and places them on his pecs. You rub and tweak his nipples and make him hiss through his teeth, just the way he wanted.
“Never be enough.” You admit, cheeks flushing.
“Do you like me better this way?” Jimin asked quietly. “Is this what you’ve wanted?”
“I just want you…however I get to have you.” You kiss his worried lips and he immediately kisses back.
“Good girl.” He groaned into your mouth, hands planting on your shoulders and lowering you back into the bed.
Jimin quickly did away with your sleep shorts and underwear, taking a moment to drink in your half naked body.
He moves his hands to your knees and slowly pushes them apart, eyes moving to your soaking pussy and widening with lust. He used his pointer finger and ran it through the wetness between your legs.
“Jimin…please don’t tease anymore.” You were willing to beg if it meant he would fuck you.
“Want my mouth here?” He asked, his eyes still watching his finger and the way your hips squirmed to get it inside you.
“No…not now.” You reached for his wrist but he gently batted your hands away.
“What do you want then?” His finger shallowly breached you, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please just fuck me. Please, Jimin.” Your voice was so desperate it was unrecognizable.
“Do you love your new undead boyfriend's cock that much? That I get so hard for you even though there’s not a drop of blood in my veins?” He undoes his belt and your entire pelvic floor clenches.
“Yes…” You watched in awe as he pushed his jeans and underwear off of his hips. When his cock came into view your mouth watered. He was so hard.
He left his jeans and underwear down around his thighs while he moved to position himself between your legs. He leaned over you, his mouth coming down to your breast that was still covered by an oversized T-shirt and biting it through the material. You squealed and bucked your hips off the bed.
“Always so responsive for me. So pretty and wet.” Jimin balanced himself on one hand while the other gripped the base of his cock and ran the head through your folds.
Your heels moved up and dug into the backs of his thighs, begging him to get inside you. He tapped his cock against your clit before he spoke again.
“Impatient.” Jimin bent over you to kiss you again. “I’m going to give you what you want, angel, don’t worry.” He sat back up on his knees, gripping your thighs and swiftly imapling you on his cock.
Your back arched and your hands gripped his biceps as he fully seated himself inside you. Once he felt how wet and warm and tight you were, he was merciless. Hips snapping against your thighs while he groaned your name over and over.
You were moaning so loudly, getting wetter by the second as you listened to the sounds of Jimin pistoning inside you. It felt like heaven and hell all at the same time. Your insides felt like they were melting and tears pricked your eyes from how quickly you knew you were coming to an end.
“You’re squeezing me already, ah fuck, you feel so good.” Jimin practically growled the words as he bent your knees and put them over his shoulders, deepening his thrusts.
“So close, Jimin. Please don’t stop.” You threw your head back, but Jimin wanted to see your face, angling it back to look at him.
No sweat on his forehead. No blush on his cheeks. His lips weren’t chapped red from all of your kissing. But he still looked beautiful. Thick lips parted and black hair sticking out at all angles. You knew the way your nails were scratching down his back wouldn’t leave any marks, but it didn’t stop you from dragging them down his flesh until they reached his ass to pull him deeper.
“Going to fill you up, going to cum so hard.” His head dipped down and buried his face in your neck as the two of you finally came together, moaning each other’s names and sweet praises.
You could feel him fill you, dripping down your thighs as he continued the slow pumps of his hips. You weren’t sure how he still had this part of him, but you were thankful to still be allowed this feeling.
“You’re okay?” You finally ask, angling his face for you to look at it.
“I could go again.” He smiles devilishly and you roll your eyes.
“Not all of us have undead stamina.” You gently roll him onto his side and let him wrap his arms around you.
“Still getting used to it.” He looks shy as he says, a little bit of the old Jimin coming through.
“We will figure it out. I promise. We can move away, somewhere where you don’t have to hide. Being stuck in my apartment can’t be good for you.” You stroke his cheek gently.
“Don’t like having me all to yourself?” He raises an eyebrow and smiles until his cheeks meet his eyes.
“Of course I do!” You hugged him tighter and he laughed.
“I don’t think I ever thanked you, did I? For bringing me back.” Jimin says, moving some hair behind your ear.
“I’m too selfish to live without you.”
“I didn’t want to leave you.” He whispers.
“It wasn’t your fault, Jimin. And you never have to leave me again.” You moved impossibly closer to him.
“Never, angel. I could never.”
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parkdatjimin · a day ago
I finally have my request!
What about ancient vampire Yoongi that has crossed paths with MC at a nightclub his friends keep dragging him to? He thinks she smells super amazing and looks even sweeter but he’s also a gentleman and refuses to try and drink from her and actually wants to court her lol. Meanwhile, MC is thirsty as hell for him too, but he insists on taking it slow and getting to know each other, and she thinks it’s cute and would love to date the 500 year old vampire man? So instead of getting spicy they leave the club and go to a night cafe to talk over some food (and a glass of blood) instead ❤️
This is so late. alright here we go vampire!yoongi, let's get this bread. I love this request btw but man it took me a hot minute to get it right haha (let me know if I got it right... 👉👈) Oh! Also I added a bit of soulmate!au in there 👀 hope you like it!
p.s the Great Depression of 1929 is mentioned in here so this fic does take place in the US.
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Vampire!yoongi x reader
Wc: 3.3K
The first time Yoongi does a double take is in a saloon hidden in the back alleyways of twenty-first street. It's 1803 and the sky is littered with stars on this cool, spring midnight. He sips straight whiskey, staring at the girl dancing her heart out, a loud piano leading her steps, and not a care in the world to keep her restrained.
She's incredible--enough to make Yoongi do a double take at least. It doesn't take long to notice her eyes as they glance in his direction every few turns. Through wordless flirting, sultry gazes, and direct invitation, Yoongi ends up joining her dance, the one now being irked on by the whistles of middle aged cowboys.
The two swing and spin until they successfully dance right into Yoongi's motel room. Lips on lips, hands in hair, limbs mixed with limbs until it was borderline impossible to tell the two apart.
That night consisting of the most intense and loveless intimacy either of them had ever experienced led to a lifetime of wondering. Because when Yoongi wakes up, she's gone.
Who even was that girl?
Will he ever see her again?
What would she say if he did manage to find her?
It was 76 years later when Yoongi finally accepted that he would never get the chance to find out.
He lived in solitude, dreaming of that one night, reimagining what it felt like to have her caught under his hips, rocking in time with his body, sighing against his mouth each time he filled her up.
Fuck it's like he can see her sometimes, walking down the street or dancing in a bar, but it simply can't be her. As he downs his third glass of blood for the night, he resolves in his heart that he won't keep himself from what he wants anymore.
For the next several years, the townspeople live in fear of a creature. They know very little of it. Nocturnal. Dangerous. Blood thirsty. But no one is ever able to catch it, to catch him.
They dubbed the monster a vampire...a fitting name for the way he drains his victims of their blood and leaves them lifeless on the side of the road, bite marks like permanent warning signs to anyone who dares get too close.
Eventually that life wasted away. Yoongi fell depressed and lonely because that what he was. Alone. Still he yearned for that girl, the one from the saloon, the one who somehow made him feel so fucking alive. But he knew in his heart he would never see her again.
When Yoongi's drinking years come to an end, he finds himself lost. Too many days, too many deaths. He can't set any more goals to keep himself sane any longer. Any accomplishment seems pointless in the shadow of his never ending life. What's the purpose of it all? To drink blood? To kill people?
In order to keep time relevant, he begins keeping diaries. His first entry recounts the night he met her. A fiery, sexy, simply intoxicating girl who showed him what it meant to value time. To value someone.
To see her again, he would do anything. Is not all this infatuation toxic for him, to the point where he can't think of anything else? Or does the fact that he can still think prove that he's not completely lost. It kills him inside to know that her human life is long gone by now. Even if he could figure out who she was, she's dead now.
He's alone again.
Then comes New years day of 1929. Only a few are suspecting the economy to come crashing down on them in only a matter of months. While most people establish hopeful relationships within their stocks for a brighter future, some (like Yoongi) have pulled all their assets, hiding them deep within the walls of their homes. When the world starts burning, Yoongi remains semi comfortable. The state of the economy bothers him somewhat but he's able to keep himself financially afloat with relative ease.
It'll happen any day now. The world will die. That's what the papers say anyway and Yoongi doesn't think that they're wrong.
But then comes the day he never imagined would come.
It's her. No, wait. It can't be her. But it is. She's wandering the street, a small child in her arms and tears on her face. Yoongi's eyes must be playing tricks on him. She's no older than 20.
With a gentle hand, he reaches for her, shaking fingers and a clogged throat. She turns in shock, startled that someone dressed so proudly would approach someone so gruffy and low. But when Yoongi begins shedding tears as well, she relaxes a little, revealing the baby wrapped and seemingly starving in her arms.
It didn't take long to convince her to let him help. Yoongi would have poured every cent he owned upon her and that child if it meant he could hold her again. As destiny would have it, she came back to him. The same but also different. Yoongi had never seriously considered reincarnation to be legitimate before, but now that he's witnessed it with his own two eyes, he begins questioning other concepts he thought foolish.
The day they married was a bright one. Despite the decaying world around them, Yoongi knew his existence had meaning again. It was her. It had always been her. Every moment of every day, it was her. He gave everything he had to his family and by the time she had healed from her first birth, she blessed Yoongi with something he never believed he could have.
They lived together and Yoongi's infatuation strongly shifted into desperation.
He had fallen desperately in love with her.
He could sense the end of his dream was coming to an end. She was not like him, though she willingly shared her human blood with him often. She would soon die just as she had the first time, and Yoongi had no way of knowing when, where, or if she would start her next life.
In the quiet moments of the night, Yoongi unwillingly watched her spirit slip away. And in the years to come, he watched the same happen to his son.
While the world had healed, Yoongi was broken. He would remain broken and alone until he found her again.
He swears on his life, he will find her again.
62 years later
With all the girls attempting to make eye contact with him, he's got his eye on the bottom of his gin and tonic. The stench of alcohol tends to overpower the rustic smell of blood, so Yoongi has found himself drowning his disappointments inside bars for the majority of his evenings. But he's come to the point where even alcohol doesn't help much.
"Another for ya?"
"No, thanks," Yoongi returns his empty glass to the bartender.
"Got your sights on someone?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Just asking," the bartender sends a subtle gesture to the other end of the bar, "cuz it looks like that pretty young thing has her sights on you."
In all his life, Yoongi has never believed in love at first sight. That's quite a statement if you think about it, considering he's a 500 year old vampire.
But when he sees the girl waiting there, her eyes fluttering up and down at the expanse of his body, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she waves cutely at him, his heart stops.
It's you. Holy shit it's really you.
You're just the same and yet somehow different, but Yoongi can tell instantly. There's no doubt in his mind. The curve of your hips is the same as when you danced in 1803. Your eyes, your lips, even your hair is the same as the woman he married in 1929. He found you again, after so many years, you're living your third life and he's finally fucking found you.
He tries to keep some composure when you slide off your seat and make your way closer. As you approach, Yoongi grips his seat so as not to jump up and hug you. He must remind himself that you don't remember your past lives like he does. You don't even realize that he's your soulmate.
"Hey," you charm your way into the seat beside him, leaning over the bar to show off the low cut front of your dress, "what's your name?"
"That sounds familiar. Have we met before?"
He knows your flirting. There's no way to tell if you actually think his name sounds familiar or not. Based on the not-so-subtle way you slip a hand over his thigh, he's gonna assume you don't recognize him.
"Maybe a few times. You look familiar too," he comments, turning his body toward you.
You instantly light up, happy to know the attraction you felt when you spotted each other is mutual. "Do you come here often?"
"Do you?"
"As a matter of fact, yeah," you giggle. "I like dancing."
"Really?" Yoongi feels he's brought back to the first time he met you, to the night he watched you dance your way into his bed and his heart. "Why?"
"I don't know, I just always have I guess. I think I was a stripper in my previous life," you jest with a sexy wink, "maybe I could even give you a private show later, hm?"
Clearly your comment was meant to inspire his imagination and while it did succeed in that way, it also causes Yoongi a bit of distress.
You were never a stripper, not even slightly. You were his lover, his wife, his everything. He devoted himself to you and sitting here, now, in this century with this version of you openly flirting with him like this, he can't help but wish time could rewind time. You are still you, just a much more shameless version of you.
"Maybe we should get to know each other better first."
Leaning forward until your lips meet his skin, you whisper seductively against the shell of his ear, "My friend has a room upstairs. We can talk in private there. Get to know each other as well as we want."
As much as he is tempted to throw you over his shoulder, trudge his way to the nearest bedroom, and drive you into a mattress until the headboard makes a hole in the wall, he can't get the sinking feeling out of his chest that you would only view him as a one night stand. No matter the odd sense of familiarity you possibly feel when you look at him, he's just a stranger to you.
"Should we dance first?" he suggests. "Since you like it so much."
His offer seems to please you, seeing your smile shift from mischievous to flattered in a matter of moments. Your hand takes his as you lead him to the middle of the floor, hips already swaying with the deep bass of the music.
When you place his palms around your waist, it's the best invitation Yoongi needed to get impossibly closer to you. Your body moves just as it always did, the only difference being this is the twenty-first century. If Yoongi wants to touch you in public, he can. He jerks you to him, pressing every bit of himself against you that he can, feeling the remarkable way your physical body feels after years and years of mentally remembering it.
Bodies mesh, curves aligning perfectly. You still fit him. His heart begins to sing as his body reacts naturally to your invitation to keep touching. Your arms fall around his shoulders, chin tilting back and faces coming closer.
Yoongi can't help the draw he feels towards you. His mouth dips to your neck, tongue and teeth making quick work of the tender skin just below your jawline. With a beautifully formed bruise, Yoongi feels a sense of relief somehow. Now there's some kind of evidence of your relationship at least.
The sting of his teeth in your skin, causes a physical response from you. Your body jerks in his grasp, hips jutting against him, creating a delicious kind of friction you were both madly hoping for.
Your hands cup his cheeks to bring him to your lips, a kiss reaching for him in the most entitled way. As your tongue invades his mouth, he greets you with an equally eager kiss, parting his lips for you while his hands are distracted by the roundness of your ass.
When you give him a moment to breathe, fingers now lost in his hair and cheeks flushed to an unhealthy shade, Yoongi feels himself drift into a headspace he hasn't been in for several years.
The two of you sway and grind until you've successfully danced right into your friend's upstairs room. Lips on lips, hands in hair, limbs mixed with limbs until it was borderline impossible to tell the two of you apart.
With your back against the wall and his mind racing a million miles an hour, Yoongi begins to consider how he can convince you to be with him. Not just for a one night stand but for always. He's missed you so much, the longing has been chipping away at his mind and heart for decades. There was little of him left until tonight, when he saw you.
"Fuck, ___, I never thought I'd see you again, let alone kiss you. You have no idea how long I've--"
"What did you call me?"
Yoongi opens his eyes to find you watching him suspiciously closely. Your hips have gone stiff, hands resting carefully on his shoulders.
"I never told you my name."
Yoongi freezes.
You push him away roughly, leaving his arms empty and reaching once more. "Who the fuck are you?" you demand.
"I'm not--"
"I don't care what you're not. Tell me who you are."
But Yoongi is finding it quite difficult to explain the situation while being stared down by your critical eyes and nervous expression. You're slowly becoming frightened of him which is something Yoongi never wanted or even anticipated.
"What did you mean by you thought you'd never see me again? Have you been stalking me or something?" Your knees nearly buckle at the thought, true horror replaces any attraction you previously felt for the man you danced with. Pushing past him, you hurriedly make your escape towards the door.
"___, wait! It's not like that!"
"It's exactly like that. What else could it be like?" A sudden realization causes you to pause and gag. "And I was gonna...oh my god."
"We have met before," Yoongi tries to explain, "but I'm not stalking you, I promise."
It must be the odd connection you feel for him that makes you stay. No sane girl would fall for such bullshit. Unless she had a significant reason to believe it.
Slowly, you turn to face him again, fear and curiosity fill your eyes to the brim. "Why do I feel like I know you so well? Like"
"Because," Yoongi is hesitant to admit it now, scared you'll think his answer is too crazy or perhaps a scam, "...I'm a vampire and you're my soulmate."
"Now you really are insane."
"Please, you have to listen to me, ___!" he begs. "Just hear me out, and if you don't believe me, I'll leave you alone forever."
Yoongi practiced for decades how he would tell you the story of your past. He considered multiple possibilities of you being too skeptical to believe such 'nonsense' as reincarnation or soulmates. His hope lies in your history. The first time you met, the second time you married, and now the third time you're trusting him when you sincerely don't have any inclination to.
"You have five minutes. Make ‘em count."
He tells you the whole truth in hopes that something within his words might spark a memory for you, a moment from one of your previous lives you can grasp onto.
But despite your lack of memories, you embrace his charming, romantic stories with a light heart and a smile.
"So you're telling me that this is the third life I've lived? And in every lifetime, we meet and fall in love?"
"That has got to be the craziest line a guy has ever pulled on me," you start laughing, "I mean, it's so detailed and impossible..."
Yoongi hangs his head.
"...and I completely believe every word of it."
"You do?" he carefully raises his eyes and hopes.
"Maybe, I don't know. You just...feel really good to me. Like you're a good person--vampire. I don't think you would lie to me."
You can't believe the words coming out of your own mouth but for some reason, you feel like you can believe every word coming from him.
"I can't lie to you," Yoongi hisses.
"So, if you're a vampire, are you gonna drink from me then?"
He leans closer to your neck and takes a long sniff, successfully sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "You are more than tempting, my darling. I can still remember how sweet you tasted in 1929 and wonder if you taste the same or different."
"Why don't we find out?" you sigh.
In the next moment, Yoongi is sat on the bed, legs manspread perfectly for you to straddle. With your body once again pressed in close to his, you capture his lips in a deep kiss, urging on his excitement and desire. And when your hips grind down harshly, he feels himself elevated to another place, hands instinctively gripping your ass cheeks and helping you find a decent rhythm. He could very easily sink his fangs into the delicate skin of your neck if he wanted to but he can't find it in himself to taste you yet.
"The scent of you utterly consumes me," Yoongi whispers to you between kisses, "but I can't right now. Not like this."
You slow to a stop and watch him curiously, a slight head tilt just to add to your irresistible charm. "What do you mean?"
"I want to court you."
"Date you. With the intention of marrying you," he clarifies. "___, I've been in love with you since 1803."
Your cheeks burn as do the tips of your ears. As far as you're still concerned, you only met this man tonight. While you now know that is not necessarily true, you don't recall living as his wife during the Great Depression or sleeping together in the back of a saloon in the 1800's. Yoongi is a stranger to you--a hot fuckable stranger--but a stranger nonetheless.
He sighs, clearly you're still a little apprehensive about the whole thing, which is understandable. You just wanted a good fuck and he basically just proposed.
"I don't know..." you end up mumbling, "I mean, it's kinda cute if you think about it."
"Yeah. Me dating a five hundred year old vampire. But it's okay because he's my soulmate and we've been married before."
Yoongi scoffs, "Well when you put it like that."
You allow a small chuckle to escape your lips, running soft fingers through his hair and pulling him in for a small kiss.
"I know an equally cute night café down the street," Yoongi suggests. "Let's say I buy you a coffee and me some blood and in return you let me tell you more about our past."
"They serve blood?"
Yoongi nods. "I know the owner since the mid 1900's. Good guy."
You end up shimmying off his lap, closing your legs oh so teasingly. "Come on then," you hold out a hand for him. "We clearly have a lot to talk about."
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seokjinish · 18 hours ago
behind closed doors ➔ jeon jungkook
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church goer!jeon jungkook x p.k.!reader romance + smut warnings: jungkook is a good boy + a bunch of god talk and church stuff + masturbation + use of sex toys + jungkook is big time hjorny + not for the faint hearted !! ig wc: 3.2k
➔ jungkook had his whole life planned out. he had been the model child for all of his life. now, there was a new pastor in town, and never did jungkook expect for the biggest temptation to come in a dress and all smiles.
a/n; yeah, this is so self indulgent it might hurt a little. i started writing it so long ago, back when even moononthejoon was a thing, its an ao3 original, but now that im back, im posting it here :D time to exploit being raised catholic, and going to catholic and then christian school hehe - feedback is always appreciated!
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Jungkook liked to believe he was a good guy. He was kind, the model kid―the kind of guy you wanted to have as a child or have your kid marry. His family was nothing short from a picture perfect family. Chaeyoung, his younger sister, was a couple of years younger than him. Both his parents had an exemplary relationship, and even if he and Chaeyoung didn’t agree with some things, they had a pretty decent sibling relationship.
Just like pretty much every other family in his neighbourhood, they went to church every Sunday. Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time he’d missed church, or the last time he’d missed youth group for that matter. It was a tightly knit community; everything so warm and welcoming. But now, there was a new pastor in town.
Their old one had decided to step down as his health was not allowing him to go forward, so they had to hire a new one. Jungkook’s mother had encouraged his father to go for the job, but he’d said that was not what he was meant to do; not what God had intended him to do. Which is why now everyone was waiting to say hello to the new pastor and his family.
It had been an early morning, with Jungkook’s mother waking everyone extremely early so they would dress up and look decent for the new pastor. Jungkook didn’t know why it was such a big deal, but he decided to humour her. Chaeyoung had received the most heat, as she had refused to wear a dress. Truth be told, it was harder for her than for Jungkook. He just had to put on his slacks and his long-sleeved dress shirt and his tie.
As soon as his eyes landed on you, he hoped that he’d taken more time to style his hair in the morning. He remembered that Jimin told him that his hair looked better slicked back, and now he was rocking the standard coconut hairstyle. He’d cleared his throat as his family walked up to your family. Chaeyoung picked up how her older brother seemed to hide behind her.
You were standing next to your father, holding your brother so he wouldn’t run off. Your mother was greeting people, hugging them and giving them a kiss on the cheek. Your father had been very excited to be starting his new job, so you’d given more thought to your look today. You’d been glad to do it because there were quite a few good-looking guys here.
‘Sam, stay still.’ You said through gritted teeth as you gripped his arm.
‘But I wanna go play!’ He whined.
‘Give it five more minutes, I’ll be over soon.’
‘But you said that ten minutes ago! I wanna go.’
‘Y/N, Sam, meet the Jeons.’ You turned to give yet another family your signature smile. Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest when you saw the man standing in front of you.
Please, give me strength.  You gripped your brother’s arm tighter, and as expected, he whined again as he tried to shrug you off. He had to be a figment of your imagination. No one could look that good on a Sunday morning in church clothes.
‘Very nice to meet you.’ Mrs Jeon greeted you. ‘You know, I think you and Jungkook might be the same age.’
Jungkook. You liked that name. ‘Our Y/N has just started university.’ Mrs Jeon tilted her head as she looked at you.
‘Yes, I am in my first year for Theology.’
‘Theology! How great. Following your father’s steps?’ You laughed politely at her joke. ‘Our Jungkookie has been studying Computer Science and Theology for a year now.’
‘I just couldn’t choose.’  Oh, his voice .
‘Mom! Can I go?’ Sam interrupted and your mom nodded along, already annoyed with him. He immediately dashed off to go and try to socialise with kids his age.
Chaeyoung then stood in front of you. ‘So, theology?’
She then started asking you all sorts of questions. You had started university just a few weeks ago so you couldn’t answer a lot of her questions. Chaeyoung was starting to work on her profile for university applications, and those questions you could actually answer. She pulled you to take a seat next to her and you complied with her before the service started.
Jungkook was sitting next to his sister as he’d walked behind you. Your mother and his mother were already making plans for dinner some time this week as you had moved in just a couple of houses down the street. His mother wanted to have a good relationship with your family now that your father was the pastor.
As your father made his way to the middle of the stage, Jungkook nudged his sister.
‘Chae, stop talking her ear off and let her go to her family. We’re about to start.’
Chaeyoung pouted. ‘You should give me your phone number or your Instagram so we can keep contact.’ You nodded, slightly chuckling as you took her phone.
You, then, stood up and before you left, you gave Jungkook a sweet smile. He watched you go, running his eyes up and down your body. The way your dress moved as your hips swayed was almost hypnotic. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, startling him and snapping him out of his lewd thoughts. Wow, it felt as if he was going through puberty all over again.
Jimin was standing behind him, leaning in so his parents wouldn’t hear. ‘Isn’t she cute?’
He chuckled. ‘I forget your virgin ears cannot take that.’
‘Being a virgin is not bad.’
‘I never said that. Just… you can acknowledge when someone makes your blood pressure go haywire.’ Jimin didn’t need to be face to face with Jungkook to know he was rolling his eyes.
Jungkook was not going to lie, he had no expectations when it came to your father. He was still hung up on his previous pastor and even missed him, but your father had done a really good job and Jungkook was even very engaged with what he was saying. Jungkook had just lost focus for one second and turned his head to see the people sitting at the front, where he found you already staring at him. Another smile creeped up your lips, holding eye contact for a second before you turned your eyes back to your father. Jungkook swallowed thick―he was not going to make it out alive.
After the sermons, people would stay to talk to one another, as if they didn’t see each other in the week. Jungkook usually hated this as it would mean Jimin talking all the time while Jungkook just sat there waiting for his family; he would never dare to leave without them. His mother and father were in a very deep conversation with your father, probably about how  great  his sermon had been.
Jimin was already sitting down next to Jungkook as he told him what he’d been up to in the week. His parents had allowed him to move out for university, and Jimin had gone wild―not that his parents knew about it. As you walked out of the church, Jimin put his eyes on you, halting his story. Jungkook knew that look, and he hated it.  Fresh meat .
‘Don’t.’ The younger one warned. Jimin turned to see him offended. ‘Don’t even try. She’s the pastor’s daughter.’
‘Please, I just want to be friendly.’
‘Friendly is not in your vocabulary.’
You neared them as you were in conversation with Chaeyoung. ‘Quick, what’s her name?’
‘Why do you wanna know?’
‘I said quick!’
Swiftly, Jimin stood up in front of you and Chaeyoung. Both Jeons knew every card in the Park Jimin deck, so neither of them were amused. You, on the other hand, spared him a confused glance. You knew he was the son of the Parks, but you hadn’t really talked to him. He was very handsome too, but he was a different type of handsome to Jungkook, his features seemed a lot finer.
‘Is there anything I can help you with?’ You asked in your customer service voice.
‘Just wanted to properly introduce myself and welcome you.’ You nodded, taking his hand. ‘I see Chaeyoung is already keeping you busy.’
‘Don’t mind Jimin, he’s just… well, you know.’ She raised one of her eyebrows. It seemed as if you two had already a secret language that left both of the boys confused. You seemed to understand perfectly. ‘Anyways, Jungkook, they’re coming over tomorrow for dinner!’
‘Oh? That’s fun.’
Your eyes travelled up Jungkook’s figure, and you wondered if he did sports. He had to at least work out; his shirt was barely keeping it together around his biceps.  Fun . That was going to be one way to put it. It was harmless for you to develop a crush on Jungkook, it was only natural for it to happen. You didn’t even have to act on it. Nor where you expected to. He’d probably pass out if you did if any of your interactions had been pointers.
As he got home, Jungkook undid his tie and decided to take out one of the books he’d been assigned for class. He already had an assignment due in a few days, and he hadn’t started just yet. Still, his mind couldn’t get off you. The way your dress fitted you had to be illegal. Jungkook had mentally slapped himself when he’d found his eyes staying on your boobs longer than needed―not that it was needed at all.
He thought a cold shower should do it, but he knew it wasn’t going to. He knew that masturbation was a big no, but there were some things that one needed to do every once in a while. He was a man after all. So, he pulled out his computer from his bag and laid on his bed, scrolling through a myriad of videos of every kind possible.
Maybe that wasn’t what he needed. It felt wrong to watch these people have sex, so he looked for something different. He scrolled through a couple of videos before he saw one of the things to the side.  Livestreams  with a blinking red dot next to them. He thought that watching one never hurt nobody, so he clicked on a random one.
The girl on the screen was only showing the bottom half of her face as she sat on her bed wearing an oversized t-shirt. From what he could see, she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples already prominent under the fabric. Jungkook never thought it was so hot to see that. Her lips were slightly apart as she set everything up for the livestream; it was only starting.
There was a shift in the screen as the camera revealed her whole face. Jungkook’s mouth hung open. It couldn’t be. It just simply couldn’t. He knew his mind was playing him a trick, that couldn’t be you on his screen.
Jungkook knew that he needed to close the browser and forget it happened after he’d prayed for you. Still, his cock stirred inside his pants. He pulled his trousers, trying to fix himself. His cursor hovered over the x to close his browser window, but he heard your voice. His eyes fixed on your face, that was adored by the same polite smile he’d seen earlier in the day.
Your voice was soothing, saying hi to your viewers and already thanking people for the tips they were giving you. Everything inside of Jungkook was yelling to close the browser and go take shower, go read some non-fiction, pray for you―but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. God, it felt wrong, definitely, but no one knew what was going on inside his room.
The sound of your chuckle brought him out of his thoughts. ‘Thank you, everyone, for your very generous tips, but if you have liked what you see so far, you’ll love what’s coming later.’
You were sin. Jungkook was convinced. You didn’t change much from how he’d perceived you before; you still had that same calm energy around you.
After a few more minutes of chatting as you waited for more people to join, once the number stabilised you decided to start. You were sitting on your bed, your camera in front of you, showing how you were sitting on your thighs. Jungkook thought you looked so fucking cute yet so sinful. You tilted your head as you kept reading the comments.
‘You know, if you keep rushing me, I’ll just do things slowly.’ You teased and Jungkook felt the heat come up his neck into his face.
You leaned back against the pillows behind you. Jungkook focused on the pillows a little bit too much, seeing how they dipped under your body. He watched your hands pull on your shirt, covering your centre from the camera. One of your hands travelled up on top of the shirt and groped one of your boobs.
Jungkook licked his bottom lip, wondering how your breasts would feel in his hands. There was an urge growing inside of him to bury his face between your tits. He’d never wanted to do something like that before. The soft moan coming out of your mouth made Jungkook’s cock twitch. Your hand kneaded your breasts as you grinded against the other hand.  Fuck , he wanted that shirt gone.
‘Just take it off.’ Jungkook begged at the screen. He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he was used to talking and not getting any feedback.
As if you heard him, you spread your legs showing that you weren’t wearing any underwear. He almost choked on his own saliva, coughing as he fixed the laptop on his lap. You taunted your audience as you started playing with your slit, biting your bottom lip to keep the small whimpers from being too loud.
Jungkook wondered if your parents were home. What would the pastor think of his perfect little daughter showing all of herself on the internet? He seemed so proud of you earlier in the day. Jungkook didn’t even want to remember who your father was because it just made him feel guiltier about watching you pleasure yourself. They couldn’t have been home, you probably knew their schedule perfectly, finding a window of time for you to do this.
With your moans becoming more frequent, Jungkook’s cock was rigid inside his underwear. He reached inside them, pulling his dick out.  It’s wrong . He shouldn’t have been doing this, but there he was, stroking his cock to the sweet sound of your moans and whimpers as you finally pushed your fingers inside of you.
You pulled at your shirt when you started moving your fingers inside of you. Jungkook still wanted that shirt gone. He wanted to see your tits in full display on his screen, see how they moved when your breathing was ragged. He wanted to touch you, more than anything. He knew that it was  wrong , he couldn’t because of various reasons, but the urge to slip his fingers inside of you and see if you were as warm as he thought you were.
Jungkook could see your arousal dripping into your sheets. He never liked swearing, trying to stay as far away from it as he could, but  fuck , he wanted to see it for himself. He wanted to have you in front of him, fucking yourself on your fingers. You stopped abruptly, finally taking off your shirt and letting everyone see your bare figure.
A smile spread on your lips as you brought your arms together, squishing your breasts, and then you proceeded to shimmy, making them jiggle. Jungkook suddenly felt light headed, his cock twitching in his hands. You licked your lips as you read the comments and thanked the people who were continuously giving your tips.
‘Do you guys think it’s time for a toy?’
He was positive you were going to kill him. One, he had assumed that you were a virgin, that you obeyed the scripture. It could just be something else, right? It could definitely be one of those vibrator things that girls liked.  Two,  a toy ―he was going to die right there and then and people were going to find him with his dick out as he saw you.
‘Don’t do this to me.’ He begged again, as if you could hear him.
This time, you went against his wishes, taking out a deep purple dildo, confirming all of his suspicions. Jungkook blinked repeatedly, thinking that his brain was playing games with him and you weren’t holding that up. He didn’t even have time to wonder who’d had the privilege of having sex with you before. You backed up on the bed, but you turned around, giving your back to your camera. He stayed still, watching every one of your movements carefully.
You set the dildo under you and lined it up with your entrance. You hissed when you felt the cold temperature against your heat, but still, you started to lower down on your toy. Jungkook thought he was going to pass out, he really did. You stayed still a few seconds, but then you grabbed one of the pillows in front of you for leverage as you spread your legs a little wider and started bouncing on the dildo.
Jungkook started pumping his dick at the same rhythm you were going. He pictured you on top of him, imagining that it was  his  cock the one that was making you moan like that.
You changed position, now on your back against your pillows as you pumped the dildo in and out of your pussy. The sound of your arousal was loud on Jungkook’s ears. He saw how you glistened the toy with your juices, and Jungkook wondered if he would ever get a chance so he  could be the reason for that.
One of your fingers as between your teeth as you bit it to hold back your moans. Jungkook would have never allowed you to do that. If he was the cause of your pleasure, he would want to hear every little sound that could come out of you. You whined under your own pace, but you never slowed down, keeping the same pace.
As your orgasm came closer and closer, you left the dildo inside of you as your fingers focused on your clit. Swears spilled out of your mouth as you finally reached the tipping point and came down off it with a loud moan that resonated through Jungkook. He saw the dildo jerk as your head aftershocks of pleasure. Jungkook felt his cock twitch in his hands as he finally reached his own orgasm. 
You reached for the t-shirt you had been wearing at the beginning of the livestream and put it on. You scooted over, reading the comments that were still flowing in. Jungkook’s chest rose and fell with his breathing and he saw your lips part as you concentrated on the comments.
‘Thank you for joining, all. I’ll see you soon!’
As you waved goodbye with your signature smile already on your lips, Jungkook knew he was fucked.
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bonny-kookoo · a day ago
Home: Happiest Surprise
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Languages are marked as always: English | Korean
"She's tired from the flight so she took a nap." Namjoon says as Jungkook stops in his steps, looking at his friend and leader with a questioning look. They've just arrived at their accommodation for their time overseas, ready for their new schedules, while jungkook was as always a little sulky due to leaving you behind. He's gotten over it a little, yesterday being the worst in terms of his mood- though he's now unsure what Namjoon was talking about. "We'll be out for a bit, but please keep it T for Teens in there yeah?" He chuckles, patting Jungkooks back before he leaves, jungkook standing around for a second before he moves.
He opens the door to his bedroom, surprised by luggage already standing in the room- before he notices a body curled up on the bed he's supposed to be laying in tonight. He jumps a bit, but soon realizes that it's you who's sleeping there.
He should probably ask himself how you're here, or maybe even if he's imagining things- but he simply squats in front of the bed, fingers brushing your hair to the side so he can see your sleeping face. He grins, chuckling to himself before he crawls into the bed, pulling you close and keeping his arms wrapped around you as he closes his eyes as well. He doesn't need to ask questions when you're there- because that's the only thing that really matters.
"Kook?" You mumble into his chest sleepily, hands grabbing onto his shirt before you hug him back- seemingly having realized it's him. He grins at that, watching as you slowly wake up- yawning, before you stretch, maneuvering yourself ontop of him.
"Good sleep?" He asks, and you shake your head at that.
"No, cause I slept alone." You answer with an impish grin, and he laughs at that, unable to take your cheesy comment with a straight face. He's just easily affected by these things whenever they happen- just as much as you are.
"I'm here now." He says after a moment, running his inked hand over your head and through your hair while you look at him, chin ontop of his chest. "And you too." He mumbles.
"Hmhm." You hum, moving a bit to lay a bit more comfortably, while he throws one of his legs over yours, making you laugh.
"Gotta make sure you won't run off while I sleep." He says amused, pressing a kiss ontop of your head. You simply laugh a little.
As if you'd ever run away from him.
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jinconda · 8 hours ago
Ghost of You
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Idol!Jungkook, Normie!Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Mature
Description: Your only long-term internet boyfriend, isn’t who he appears to be.
Word Count: 2.3k
Part: 1 | of ?
Tags: jk is inlove, jk is also a liar, reader is a dumbass, cant put two n two togehter, its not that hard, theyre inlove, jk doesnt show his face thru internet, internet relationship (kind of), reader goes to see bts in concert 
Notes: Discord messages between you and JK are assumed to be in Korean! 
jk_97 is welll.... thats for u to find out ;] and dino_nugs: thats u (LMAO)
It’s been exactly three months since you’ve moved into your dorm and to say it’s been an exhilarating experience would be, pushing it. Your roommate, Kristina, or as she prefers, Tina, has been in the room a total of a whopping two times.
The last thing she said was, “My girlfriend’s dorm is down the hall if you need me,” as she skipped out of the dorm room with a bouquet of yellow lilies.  
That was three months ago. You haven’t seen or heard from her since. Not that you were necessarily complaining, because, a solo dorm opens endless opportunities. No one to bother you, complain about your sleeping habits, or your excessive use of your ARMY bomb as a nightlight.
You unwrap the towel from the top of your head and scrunch your hair with it, just in case. From the corner of your room, a familiar ding rings out.
You drop the towel and race towards your bed, where your phone lays on top of a Koya plush. You unlock it, clicking on the notification eagerly. Did mom text me?
mom: good luck honey, fighting! :] *attachment*
Your smile grows when you press the attachment, and a photo of your mom holding a fist in the air with your dog appears. Your chest tightens at the familiarity, deeply missing your mom. It’s nothing new, of course, leaving and coming here. In a way, Stanford has become a second home. A much-more dreaded and lonely home, without a doubt.
You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. How has it been three years and you haven’t befriended one person yet? One, in-person friend.
Well- there is one person.
Someone who you met two years ago during an Overwatch game in Korea. He messaged you after the match asking if he could have your discord so you guys can play in the future. Lonely, and eager for a friend, you happily accepted.
You push yourself up onto your bed, crossing your feet in the process.
You open your laptop swiftly and press the purple icon on your dock. A familiar program runs and you press on the only contact present.
dino_nugs: guess what?!?!?@ GUESS WHAT
jk_97: WHAT?????!1/ jk_97: you missed me too much?? jk_97: are coming to tell me how much youve suffered without me??
You eagerly watch the three dots appear, then, disappear. Your smile falters, he’s not happy for me?
Out of all people, JK was the only person who knew how much BTS meant to you, how much they truly helped you through everything. Your eyes scan to the time of the last sent message, 11:45P PM, then to the clock on your computer, 11:47 PM.
You frown, and typically you’d just message him again but this was business. Serious business. You turn around, slightly falling back on the bed so you can get a better angle to grab your credit card from your side table. After a few failed attempts, you finally manage to snatch it, “Finally.”
You’ve been saving for this concert for literal years. So no, you weren’t going to let JK get in the way of that. No one gets between you and BTS, not even the one real person you like. Your eyes flicker to the top right corner of your laptop once again, 11:50 PM.
Okay, ten minutes. You’ve got this. You’ve got this. You pat yourself on the shoulder harshly.
You type in Ticketmaster and quickly join the queue for the concert. bouncing your foot against the bed. Breathe, breathe, you’ve got this.
You watch the purple man running in place, the queue reads ‘10+’, and your breath hitches. Fuck, you wipe your sweaty palms against your pajamas. This was your lucky day, holy shit.
Biting your bottom lip, you moved the mouse toward your dock, clicking the Discord icon. You frown, JK’s apparently decided to ignore you. Why would he be upset? You shake your head, I’m over exaggerating, he was a busy guy. Besides, it’s like, your eyes move to the time, 12:01-
Holy fuck, holy fuck, you fucked up.
You frantically close Discord and open Safari again, the purple man disappearing in front of your eyes. No fucking way, your fingers worked at a speed you didn’t know was humanly possible.
You think you stopped breathing for however long it took you to successfully manage to snatch four soundcheck’s and barricade tickets. You’re pretty sure you fucked up putting in your card information with how stressed you were, but then, the page refreshed.
‘Congratulations on your BTS tickets! Please check your email for confirmation and further information.’
You stand on your bed, jumping on it. Banging your hands against your chest, you announce, “I’m going to see BTS, bitches!” A pounding on the wall next to you snaps you back into your reality, and you quickly slap your hand over your mouth because of how ungodly thin the walls were.
You lay back down, giddily, you open the Discord desktop app. Your eyes light up at the unread messages.
jk_97: hey im sorry jk_97: my friend was bothering me jk_97: did you get them?
You were proud, incredibly proud of snatching four days of soundcheck tickets. The universe was finally on your side. Grabbing your phone from the opposite end of your bed, you pull up the congratulations tab and unlock the camera of your phone. You raise your left hand into a thumbs sign and smile widely pressing the white button to take the photo, making sure to include your laptop in the background.
You shuffle through the apps on your phone, opening Discord and sending the file with an excited message attached to it.
jk_97: congrats, baby jk_97: p.s. you look pretty
Your heart skips a beat at that word. You weren’t dating, or anything of that matter, but, you have been friends for a long time. Face or not, JK charmed you either way.
Sure, you wish you knew what he really looked like but the occasional glances into his life were more than enough for you. Honestly, any attention was enough. You were so unbearably alone in the real world that you often got lost in the one with JK. You weren’t exactly sure where your relationship was leading to, or if it was leading to anything at all but you weren’t going to complain about the company.
You weren’t nervous. Not. At. All.
You totally didn’t run to the bathroom six times before finally getting into the beer stand line. Surrounding you were thousands of people, all eager and anxious to see the same seven people like you.
You fiddled with your phone, aimlessly staring at yours and JK’s messages. He hasn’t texted you since midnight, and it was nearing six-thirty PM now. Your eyes scanned over the last messages between you two.
jk_97: are you nervous??
dino_nugs: kind of?? mnot really dino_nugs: i think the realization of them people real people will hit me when i see them
jk_97: where are u seated???
dino_nugs: why do u want to know that huh dino_nugs: u gonna stalk me, mr??? >:[
jk_97: shut up jk_97: i want to see how good your view will be
dino_nugs: *four attachments*
A tap on the shoulder caused you to redirect your attention, a pretty girl with pink hair was pointing ahead of you, “I’m really sorry, but, could you like move up?”
You quickly turned your head, fuck. You haven’t been paying attention to how fast the line was moving forward. “Sorry bout’ that.”
You rushed to the register, a male with brown hair smiled at you. He looked miserable, and if you had to work a shift right now, you would be too. “How can I help you?”
“Can I just get one beer?”
“Ah,” you rummage through your purse, eventually finding your wallet, “Sorry.” You open the leather wallet and pull out your ID, handing it to the guy, “Here you go.”
His brows knot when he looks at the ID and back to you, “Thanks.” He hands you your ID and tells you to tap your card against the little blue screen. By the time you’ve successfully shoved your wallet back into your bag the guy is waiting for you with your beer.
You accept it gingerly, eyes bouncing from sign to sign until they land on the ‘FLOOR SEATING’ sign, written in red, bold letters.
You were going to see them live. Not only that but, you’re going to be able to see them during soundcheck. You nearly knock yourself out as you try to sip on the beer, why are you being so fucking fidgety?
The pathway to the floor seating was surprisingly easy to follow, once you’ve gotten through the security checkpoint it was smooth sailing.
This round of soundcheck was assigned too. The gold tickets were dispersed to seventy-five out of 400 individuals and assigned to the line of barricade seats, meaning if you got lucky enough to snatch gold, you were going to be front row. Which, you were.
“Can I see your ticket?” A bald man stops you, a scanner tightly held in his hand.
You nod, moving the beer away from your lips and unlocking your phone, turning it to face him. He nods, scanning the tickets and pointing to the middle of the stage. “You’re in the front section, B2, third chair from the left corner splitting.” You blink, completely focused on how shiny his head looked. The man’s brow raises, “Makes sense?”
You nod, abiding by the instructions he gave you, not before getting one more long look at his shiny head.
Your seat was easy to find, what wasn’t easy was pushing through a crowd of irritated fans. Irritated in the sense, that they didn’t get the barricade seats. But, hey, sucks to suck.
You sat on the chair with a huff, holy shit. You take a moment to look at the colossal stage in front of you. Your ears adjust to just how loud the stadium was, even with only four hundred people in it. You look around to the top of the stadium, later tonight, all of this will be filled.
“Hey, are you alone?” A sweet voice asks from your left.
You turn, eyes locking with the same pink-haired girl from before, minus the yelling. “I am, you too?”
She nods, lifting a drink in the air. The same beer you held in your own hand, “Wanna toast to being loners?”
You chuckle, raising your plastic cup to meet hers. They clink in the best way plastic can and you two chug the beers down in swift gulps. You cringe when you finish, letting the taste of the beer really settle in your mouth, “Shit, that’s gross.”
The pink-haired stranger laughs sweetly, “Grossly good.” She extends her arm out, pointing at the empty cup in your hand, you hand it to her and she puts one into the other, “I’m Adrianna, what’s your name?”
“Well, (Y/N),” Adrianna stands from the chair, “I’m going to go throw these out.”
“Make some noise!” Namjoon’s delicious voice boomed through the stadium.
You weren’t processing it. You could see them. They were right there, actually. Right in front of your eyes but you couldn’t wrap your head around how mesmerizing they were in person.
Adrianna nudged your side, smiling, “Let’s scream.”
You nodded, letting Adriana take the lead and shortly after following her loud hollers.
The setlist started, and the first song to fill the stadium was ‘Dope’. Your pulse quickened as the members rotated from your section to all the others. It seemed that Jimin and Jungkook particularly favored your section.
It was rather laid-back, and calming for the most part. It wasn’t until the next song, ‘Airplane Pt. 2’ that they started to hover off the stage. Namjoon was first, running off the stage stairs and towards and ARMY, grabbing her hand and letting her rap along to his part.
Your eyes bounced from member to member, unable to settle on just one. That was until Jungkook sauntered to the edge of your section. Bending down to get to the level of everyone on the floor, his eyes scanned the crowd, faltering at you.
For a second, you swore he was looking directly at you. You shrug the feeling off, wiping your sweaty hands against your jeans.
Jungkook then rose to his feet, walking down the steps on the side of the stage, and skipped down the endless line of fans.
He paused in front of you and Adrianna, with a smile he asked, “Sing with me?”
You were going to throw up. Puke all over Jungkook’s gorgeous and beautiful face. Your stomach turned and you shook your head embarrassingly, “Adrianna go ahead.”
Jungkook’s head tilted, hand raised over his chest dramatically, “You’re going to hurt my feelings.” How’d he know you spoke Korean?
He leaned in and you swore you could smell the citrus and woody cologne radiating off of him, “Please,” He whispered, voice deep, “it’s almost my part.”
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helenazbmrskai · 16 hours ago
Record And Hit Sent
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Pairing – Sub! Jungkook x Reader
Warnings – sub! jungkook, dom! fem reader, pegging, sloppy (and messy) handjob with lots of spit, teasing, orgasm denial, noona kink, hair pulling, derogatory dirty talk (mention of slut and whore like two times), consensual voice recording during the nasty, does this even count as exhibitionism? idk, neck kisses and grinding, established relationship
Word Count – (2,2k)
Author note. I hope this ping will give you a pleasant surprise! I tried my best to get everything in there I hope you’ll like it. (Also you’re so nice and I would like us to be friends and I love how you requested something and we just automatically hit it off and talked for hours.) I don’t know which account you wanted me to tag so I’ll do both! (Requested – by @jjklovetattoos​ or her ficrec blog @favesubfics​) 🥰🥰
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Your nose finds the sensitive skin below his ear getting drunk on the scent of his favourite body wash. It’s easy to access his neck after you successfully straddle his lap he let you move his hands so one is resting on your lower back and the other is holding onto his device. All you do is breathe in his natural scent but it sends shivers down your boyfriend’s spine as you keep playfully nudging him with the tip of your nose to steal his attention from his phone.
He took a quick shower after he arrived at your apartment and now that he’s sitting on your couch in his sweatpants and oversized hoodie that covers his tattooed sleeves fully focused on his phone rubs you the wrong way. He was with the boys all day and now he’s here with you. It’s only natural to want to hold his full attention.
Jungkook ignores your advances as much as he can. He might be able to keep a blank face but the forming tent in his pants doesn’t lie.
His lack of reaction doesn’t make your enthusiasm falter as you enjoy covering his neck with your kisses.
For a moment you could hear his typing stop and an inaudible gasp falls from his lips when you suck your deep red mark on the sweet spot near the base of his neck. You know Jungkook can’t contain his moan when you kiss him there.
He involuntarily bucks his hips into your core you giggle as you hear his phone land on the floor by his feet and now both hands are busy gripping your waist desperately grinding and searching for friction from any part of your body on top of him. You hum in content now that his attention is on you and his cock rubs against your clothed cunt. It’s so easy to rile him up. You only need to kiss him here and there and he’s eating out of your hands.
”Noona.” Jungkook shudders goosebumps forming on his skin when you bite his earlobe without warning.
Calling for you between gasps and soft sounds of plea. He’s truly beautiful with his head tilted back and eyes hooded with lust.
The moment is broken by the loud sounds of his notifications going off in the quiet room.
Jungkook breaks the eye contact to glance at his phone by his feet. You could tell that he wants to take a look but instead, he starts moving his hips again in hopes that you’ll take care of him and ignore the text messages that are keep flooding in the group chat. He set his priorities so you let him get away with it. It doesn’t mean you’ll go easy on him tonight.
Jungkook misses the mirth that dances in the corner of your eyes since he’s busy with throwing his head back when you decide to grab him over his sweatpants. It conceals nothing of his prominent bulge as you stroke his length over the fabric.
”More. Please give me more.” You let out a distasteful hiss when he impulsively grabs your hand that has been slowly stroking his cock and tries to tighten your hold and move it faster over his pulsing length.
You grip his wrist with your other hand and remove his touch despite his whining. ”Good boys don’t get greedy.” You remind him.
Jungkook nods along with your words obediently and you resume your leisure pace with your fingertips rubbing up and down the outline of his cock. You’re teasing him to teach him a lesson that he shouldn’t ignore you next time but you’re getting impatient yourself as Jungkook keeps dutifully begging without you having to ask.
He’s relieved when you get rid of his shirt and pull down his pants to set his cock free from the confining fabric. It’s too dry for you to move smoothly up and down his velvety skin so you raise your hand with your palm up in front of his face with a small grin and wait.
Jungkook misses your touch the minute you leave his throbbing cock. You watch it with delight as it slaps against his lower stomach and his eyes open on their own another please is on the tip of his tongue when he catches onto your intentions.
His cock visibly twitches when he spits into your palm and you use his saliva as lube to stroke his length. You give him a few pumps before your hand withdraws again. You have a bigger picture in mind for his pleasurable punishment – a filthy one – that needs you to pick up his phone from the ground. All the while you make sure that he could see your bare tits under your shirt as you bend forward to get the device that went silent a few minutes ago.
”No! Noona don’t go. Please touch me more.” Jungkook grips the cushions tight near his head as he watches you put on a show just for him. He moved his hands above his head after you spat his hands away knowing that he can only keep his hands to himself if it isn’t anywhere near your body otherwise it would be too tempting to grab onto you.
Jungkook’s cock continuously leaks precum rolling down his veiny shaft as sinful images of you grabbing his cock and sliding it between your perfect tits that you flashed him intentionally keep appearing on repeat. He’s fully naked while you’re still fully clothed.
He wants you to swallow him whole lick him clean and don’t stop until he can’t feel his legs anymore. You could tell that he’s getting lost in his head beads of precum rolling down his needy cock as he keeps picturing your mouth around him. It helps you distract him while you look for the voice recording app on his phone and set it down next to you on the couch while you get into a comfortable kneeling position between your boyfriend's spread legs.
”Since you were so hung up on texting your hyungs and ignoring me why don’t you give them a little show. I bet they would enjoy hearing how much of a slut you are for me.” Jungkook’s bambi eyes widen at your crude words. The sudden blush dusting his cheeks doesn’t lessen the fact that he lets out the loudest moan ever since you started teasing him. His phone is so close – placed only a few centimetres from touching his hip that it catches each wet squelch that your movements create. The erotic melody of your fingers fisted tightly around his dick is barely outpowered by Jungkook’s whines and grunts of pure pleasure.
”Be a good boy and tell them what I’m doing right now.” You spit in your palm making your handjob extra messy as Jungkook’s body writhes underneath your skilful fingers. The glide is so easy his cock is entirely coated in his precum and your mixed spit from the angry red tip to the base even sliding down his heavy balls.
”Y- Your – ugh. Your fingers are tightly wrapped around my cock. It-ah-feels so good!” You quicken your movements making sure that the recording picks up on all his sweet noises as he begs you to go faster and harder. You encourage him to continue talking to his hyungs but he keeps moaning uncontrollably instead of forming coherent sentences.
”Noona please just a little bit faster! I wanna cum. Can I cum?” He’s teetering over the edge several times but every time you’re about to push him over you grip the base of his cock depriving him of his sweet release and listening to his cries begging you to let him cum all over your fingers. You can feel how heavy his balls are as you smear the lubricant over them. Knowing that you’re recording his sounds and will send it to the boy's group chat while he describes what kind of sinful things you’re doing to his body fills him with shame that he enjoys the humiliation of it.
You trained him to hold off his orgasm as long as you want him to but he finds himself close to cum all over his stomach and your rapidly moving fingers embarrassingly soon.
”No. Not yet.” Seeing the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm you stop. Ripping his release from him a third time tonight.
”Face the couch I want your legs spread and ass perked up for me.”
Jungkook moves on wobbly legs at your command his entire body shakes as he grips the top part of the couch to stabilise himself with his legs spread just like you instructed. He mewls when his sensitive cockhead suddenly rubs against the couch’s backrest.
”That’s my good boy following noona’s orders so eagerly.” Your grin widens seeing how your praise affects him but you know something else that he enjoys hearing in the bedroom. You grab his asscheeks and pull the round flesh apart exposing his hole to you. This is a good time as any to get the lube from the coffee table knowing way before you started kissing down his neck that you’re going to do this at some point tonight.
”I bet you’re thinking about me recording you and sending it to your friends. All I need to do is hit send and the boys will know your dirty little secret. You like the idea of them hearing you. It turns you on so much – ever since I hit record you’ve been leaking precum all over the couch whining like an obedient attention whore.”
Jungkook’s ears turned all red throughout your little speech but he doesn’t deny what you’re implying. He spreads his legs more begging for your fingers instead.
You squirt a large amount of lube on your fingers before one hand moves to push down on his spine to encourage him to arch his back prettily for your hungry stare. You have the best view of his petite waist and perky ass up in the air. You can see the muscles on his back tensing as you rub his hipbone soothingly. Teasing his hole slowly earns low whines that are muffled by the cushions.
”Keep talking Jungkookie. I won’t give you what you want otherwise.” Jungkook knows what you want him to do and he’s getting frustrated how you keep circling around his hole but never push it in like he wants you to. He’s lubed up well he could feel the liquid trickle down between his buttcheeks the sensation makes him thrust his hips into the rough fabric of the couch.
”Tell them how many of my fingers you’re taking right now.” He’s confused for only a second because you choose that moment to slip a finger inside.
”J- just one.”
He barely took your entire finger inside before he starts moving his hips back and forth trying to fuck himself on your digit moaning your name that is solely enough to drench your panties with new waves of arousal. He’s so hot taking your finger even though the tight fit.
”Just one huh? Want another finger inside your greedy hole. You’re so naughty Jungkookie. Can you even take it? You look like you’re about to cum just from one finger inside you.” Your boyfriend shakes his head repeatedly he tells you in his sweet voice that he can take it.
”Take it then.” He can’t see your smirk from behind but he can definitely feel now two of your fingers stretching him and moving in and out rapidly in his convulsing hole. The lube makes your motions run smoothly and his moans turn airy the more he gets closer to coming. He only needs a small push and you know his body better than anyone else to see what he craves.
You pull him back by the hair that makes a sinfully loud moan tore from the back of his throat. He likes it when you play with his hair while cuddling but not many know that he likes his hair pulled during sex.
Your fingers move in and out at a steady pace while your free hand snakes around his body – on your way to his cock you caress his stomach lovingly before you wrap your hand around his length and sync both of your hands' movements that make him cum within minutes.
He sees stars before his closed eyelids as you let him ride out his high making him paint his fit stomach in sticky white.
He forgot about the recording the minute you wrapped your hands around his cock and finally let him cum until he hears at least ten pings from his phone. He’s still dizzy from his previous orgasm but he lazily opens his eyes to watch you stare at the screen on his phone and probably read what the other’s reactions are to your voice message.
Jungkook can barely face the boys the next day due to the high level of embarrassment he feels after what you two did last night but he regrets nothing.
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bbangpanmen · a day ago
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pairing: idol!jimin x yn
genre: idol!verse | romance | social media au
you treat bts’ dms as a personal venting medium because you know they will never read your messages... until one day they do.
au masterlist | next
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joon-com · 17 hours ago
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Watching you behind his office desk always had its perks, but when the moment came and you needed a better grade he had you bent over his desk for extra credit. Even if that credit evolved another eye watching you.
— pairing namjoon x fem reader
— au professor x student
— 3k
— WARNINGS; smut, pwp, oneshot, perverted namjoon, teasing, dom joon, sub reader, masterbation, teasing, voyer, big dick joon, public sex, kissing & marking, video taping, palming, fingering, dirty talk, curvy reader, undressing, caught, breast play, groaping, shy reader, Namjoon sir kink, deepthroat, verbal joon,
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with a tapping of his pen on the small stack of test papers, he scanned a student who turned in work with an unnoticed sigh. Leaning back, namjoon looked at the clock noting the minutes left of his night class. Namjoon taught both Business and English in the institute, with you being a prized student in his business night class he always took close note of you. To him, you were reserved, confident, and feminine. He liked it, loved it even. There was backing to his desk and never once did he think he would be thankful for something as normal as that.
Breathing out heavily Namjoon softly closed his eyes, his glasses sitting softly on the top of his nose bridge comfortably as his mind softly clears to black. Meditating, his arms were crossed , and his ears listening to the sounds of number 2 pencils hit the test marking sheet. With the smell of soft perfume, he opens his eyes softly and looks up at you. Standing in front of him with the paper in both of your hands, he takes it with a smile and says;
"You've finished fast, you sure you don't wanna double check your answers?"
"I did before I came up, but uh thanks for the offer" you whisper, before walking back to your seat. Looking at the paper while you were speaking, he looked back up to see your black stockings and black skirt. A classic look of yours, one he loved the most. Smiling to himself, he looked down at the paper and began taking out his answer key and scanning the card. Scrunching his brows confused, he saw you had gotten a few wrong which was shocking knowing you normally get less wrong in the first bit. Itching his head, he pushed his glasses up a bit more with the other hand and sat your work aside in hopes it was simply a human error on his side. Taking a breath in, he realized they may go over time than normal with the in-class test. Normally you would have a certain amount of time to take it, but in his, you could stay overtime and finish it. His student always thanked him for that.
With a look on his watch, he remembered it needed to be programmed again and that's when he saw your legs. Open in a skirt, showing off Cranberry red underwear. You sat one row away from his desk, so it wasn't like he wasn't going to see it but even then why was it apparent to him. Making it seem like he dropped his pen, he looked at the fact that those were thigh-high stockings before coming back up. Flustered, he moved papers around to a position he knew he could look at it without being caught. This wasn't the last time his pants felt restricted and uncomfy from the view of your clothed crotch. It was the main reason why he loved the fact under his desk couldn't be seen.
"Again huh, your thighs are barely covering that thin fabric and you dare to open your legs like that- fuck~," he thought, lips licking the plumpness of his bottom lip as he felt a soft heartbeat from them. "The things I would do to bury my cock deep in between them~" he adds, heart, beating softly as he rolls his chairs closer to the desk. Before doing what he wants, he gets up with a slight but very untouchable budge to move a turn in the basket to the front of his desk along with a 'teacher is unavailable' sign on his desk as he grabs his silver Mac book from his bag to put students grades in and to swiftly create a barrier between your eyes and his.
His laptop camera was on and zoomed in close, his hands were softly pushing his pants down mid-thigh as his underwear showed signs of stress. It didn't take him long to get fully erect, but when he did there was no way of hiding it. With a swift movement, his hand softly stroked his shaft through the cotton fabric as it twitched and moved from time to time. The point was for him to just feel out his pleasure and taunt the idea of your hands simply groping the area. Moving so his chin rested in the other hand's palm, the bell rang and a bit late too. Watching almost every student leave, he wondered why you didn't get up and close his computer.
"Trying to snooze off or are you worried?" he says breaking the short silence between the two of you.
"Both, more worrying than anything. I saw the way you looked at my papers, that wasn't the normal look other" you tell, his eyebrow-raising in amusement.
"So you paid attention to my exspression, do you do this offten by chance?" He asks.
"Well no- yes, maybe?" You choked, expecting a tone other than a suggestive one from him. "W-why?"
"No reason, i just find it cute you pay attention to small details" he lingates the end of the sentence and flashes a smile. "Well your welcome to stay, I'm just you know grading." He adds, eyes fixated on the way your breast looked in your black shirt.
"Tell me, one thing?"
"Hm?" the sudden ask shocks him as you him.
"If I were to fail, would there be any assignments I can do to bring it up?" You asked namjoons gaze calmed thinking you were onto him. Thankful that wasn't the case.
"I can make one for you, depending on how awake you are" he replys as his voice becomes more softter then usual.
"Im awake"
Soon he hands you an answer key and papers and then goes on to explain that he wants you to put the grade written at the top of the papers in this book with the student's initials. Namjoon then offered you to sit next to him, agreeing you grabbed a chair as he pulled his pants up as you looked without him noticing you caught that and simply brushed it off.
"Mind if we work together?" He asks, you nodding with a smile. With doing so, he moved his seat closer to yours and with very little room next to the both of you you blushed. With his eyes scanning the papers, you watched and started your own and did exactly what he wanted. Once half way through, namjoon peaks over and softly rubs your thigh. Not minding it and thinking it was a mistake you feel hands move up and that's when you look at him.
"Keep working" he leans over to say in the closest ear. Blushing, you continued feeling the warmth of his hands rub between your thigh and simply allowed it to. see where he was gonna take it. Eventually, his hand shifted your thigh open and rubbed the fabric between your slit as you slowly did work.
"Your getting things are done the way I asked, that's good baby," he says unprovoked, thumb enjoying rubbing the sudden wetness in. "You can tell me to stop and I will, no need to feel scared," he says, taking his thumb away to replace it with his middle and pointer. Massaging slowly, he felt the thin fabric begin to soak and smirked to himself.
"You're doing great with my fingers, imagine what they'd feel inside. Would you like that?" He questioned, fingers softly coated in arousal. Nodding, you bit your lip softly and looked at him. Pushing your underwear to the side, the middle finger swiped down your lips causing you to their slightly before taking to fingers and rubbing to feel around where your clit would be according to your body. Rubbing your clit slowly, you held his arm softly and he watched as you did. With a slightly breathy moan, you closed your legs and he moved his hand. Moving his chair back he pats to his lap offering you a seat, getting up you sit on his lap.
"Just know if you want to continue the doors open and anybody may walk in and I won't be the one in trouble" he mentions, adjusting your body to sit on his crotch. "Besides, there's more fun when everything is risky" he adds, his hands snaking themselves from your thigh to your breast groping them in the black bra you decided to wear. Whilst he moved his hands you began to unclasp your bra and allowed him to take the hem of your shirt to pull it off, taking your bra off too. Taking in the sight of your exposed breast he lowered his eyes as you gulped softly. With his hands now on your thighs, his fingers danced closer to your soaked cunt to softly play with the hem of it.
"Please, its soaking Mr-"
"Just say sir, sir is all i need from you right now"
"Sir please~"
Suddenly his hands pulled your underwear far enough to let it fall down to your ankles on its own, you kicking your shoes off along with the damp panties.
"Is that better?" He asks, you nod slyly. Smiling, his nose nuzzled inbetween your neck and shoulder, lips kissing a spot everyone new to be sensitive. Moaning softly, your eyes closed and his mouth pulled away softly. Spreading your legs, he took that as a sign to continue. Infact he took that as a sign to get you warmed up. With his hands stroking your thighs, his lips connected back and your mouth slightly opened to moan.
"You know you can moan louder" he pauses, realizing he has dominance over you "no i want you to moan louder, let me hear how my simple touches makes you ache for more baby~" he continues, his hands moving towards your entrance. With a slight heat coming off your cheeks, you moan louder feeling a digit enter you slowly. Clenching on it, he slowly begins to pump the finger in and out listening to your moans and paying attention to your reactions. Moving his other hand to your breast, feeling the rise and fall of your breath.
"I can tell yiur holding back, theres no need we're in a safe place and even if we where to get caught you'd be to fucked out to care" he tells. Nodding, you let out a loud moan that makes his cock push up more aginst the bare fabric on your ass. Chuckling, he enters another digit and keeps the same motion and pace hearing your moans progress in sound and your chest heave as if you were hypervelaiting.
"Good girl" he whispers, your mind going blank as he continues before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. Humming, you feel flustred, your core acing desperately for more.
"Mind if you get on your knees for me baby and make me feel just as good as you were feeling too?" He asks, you noding and shakily getting up to drop to your knees. Smirking, he pulled down his pants with his boxers down to kick them nesr your panties and spresd his legs open. Looking up, he noticed your eyes exspanded as you eyed the erection he had.
"Sir, my mouth can't take all that," you told, while you watched him roll his chair forward.
"I know"
Starring at it, you scanned to find the areas you assumed he was the most sensitive in and began softly licking the slightly sweaty skin of his shaft. Watching you, his hands softly played in your hair, before griping and taking it and moving your head towards the location he wanted you to focus most in. Letting go, he closed his eyes the minute your hands touched his thighs. Breathing deeply, he paid attention to how your mouth sucked softly on his tip and how far in he was. Surprisingly 9in was a bit easier to take down than you thought, so you simply just bobbed your head and jerked the rest you couldn't get to, remembering to fondle his balls in the process.
Moaning, his hands stroked his thighs and spread his legs a bit wider as he slouched. "That feels good when you suck in like that" he mentions, wanting you to keep going doing that. Humming his head went softly back and hands went immediately to your head. Helping to move your head the way he wants, his cock smoothly slipped in and out your mouth as his moaning continued. Cursing, you tasted the slight saltiness of his cum squirt and slide down your tongue. Pulling off, he breathed out heavily flashing a smile. Helping you up, he stood up as well towering over you like a tree.
Pushing you closer to his desk, he moved his laptop and eyed the door quickly to see if anyone was nearby. With no sound, he lifted your skirt up and softly began to enter hearing the whines that escaped your mouth as he did.
"Fuck" he breathed, softly pushing himself in. He wasn't surprised he was still hard, then again he did have a hyper sex drive and a vivid imagination. Laying your hands behind your back, he pushed your back to place your bare chest on the table. Aching for him to continue, he noticed his slight pause and pushed himself in as crying was heard from your mouth.
"Too big hm? Keep whining for me~" he demands, your cunt clenching onto him in response. Spanking your ass, he kicks his chair back as it hits the wall and pushes your hands in front of you. Pulling you up by your shoulders, he cups your breast and begins to thrust softly before being able to go to a stable pace. Clenching his jaw, he begins thrusting a bit harder causing your moans to go higher in volume and your body to begin to lose strength. Listening and grunting, he paid attention to how your body was responding to slight little jerk ups and cock in general.
"Fuck you're taking me well-baby, keep moaning," he says, hips thrusting upwards as his cock enjoys the grip you have on him. Moaning you begin dripping softly down his length as curse words leave his mouth in pleasure. Moving your back to his chest, his speed continues, mouth slobbering around your neck trying to get you to come as close as he was.
"Close baby?" He mutters in your ear, nibbling around the nub. Moaning yes, he keeps his mouth there, and with a flix of a switch, he knew someone was in here. "Close your eyes baby, I wanna cum in you~" nodding without notice of the dimmed lights. Namjoon moves over to the other side of your neck and sees another teacher leaning on the door frame. Giving him the eyes, namjoon didn't stop but continued to thrust.
"Moan my name baby, let me hear you" he grunts in your ear, noticing Mr. Jung watching the both of you. Hearing you moan his name, had him thrust harder-hitting in an area he hadn't before causing you to announce your orgasm.
"Namjoon! Namjoon! Namjoon~"
Was all both him and Hoseok heard as namjoon jerked his hips once more before staying inside to eject, his chest and face a red color as he moaned in his climax? Kissing your neck, he softly brought you into an embrace before hearing the door shut.
"There was somone hesr" you questioned, ignoring the question he kissed your neck and pulled out.
"More importantly, do you have anywhere after here?" He asked, pulling out a drawer and grabbing wet wipes to wipe you off.
"No, i tske the buss usually "
"Then it's a done deal, you come over for dinner maybe?" He suggests and you nod, turning around to place a kiss on his cheek.
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seokra · a day ago
Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree | KNJ
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Paring: Namjoon x Wife!Reader
Genre: Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Parents AU
Summary: Stressed with decorating the house for the holidays with his little family, a silly disaster reminds them of what the holidays really mean.
Word Count: 1.4K
Rating: PG
“Baby, what are you doing in the attic?” Namjoon shouts from the bottom of the latter.
“I’m just grabbing our Christmas decorations,” you reply. “Here, take these boxes for me please,” you say as you hand him a large box full of garlands and tinsel.
“It’s not even December yet,” he comments as he sets the large box down beside him.
“I know, but it’s the first big snowfall of the year and the kids' school day got canceled, so I thought today would be a good day for us to start the holiday festivities,” you smile down at him before handing him another large box of decorations.
Two more boxes and a fake pine tree later, you, your three kids, and your husband are finally gathered in the living room together. You love this time of year, and you’re thrilled to be able to share these traditions with your children, especially now that they’re all old enough to participate and enjoy the festivities, too. You begin to play some holiday music, connecting it to the large bluetooth speakers in your living room.
“Alright, kids, Daddy’s going to set up the Christmas tree and while he does that, we’re going to decorate the rest of the living room, okay?”
“Yay!!” All three kids yell as they jump up and down with their arms stretched up high. Your two boys start rummaging through the boxes, pulling out decorative pillows and stuffed snowmen, while your husband begins assembling the three-piece tree.
“Mommy?” your daughter calls as she tugs on the hem of your shirt.
“Yes, Baby?”
“Does this mean Santa is coming?” she asks, innocent eyes concentrated on your face.
“You bet! So you better keep behaving, or else he’ll put you on the naughty list,” you warn her.
“Oh, Yay! I promise, promise, promise I’ll be a good girl. I’m always a good girl, right, Mommy?” She leaps into your arms ecstatically causing you to laugh.
“Yes, my sweet Haewon-ah. You are my good girl,” you shower her in kisses and she giggles as she tries to break away from your grasp.
“That’s mine!” You hear your youngest cry. You let go of your daughter and turn to see your sons playing tug of war with an old stuffed polar bear you inherited from your grandmother.
“Boys, please be careful with that!” You warn, but before you could reach them, one of the legs rip at the seems, causing Seungjun to fall onto his bum. “This is why we don’t fight over things!” You begin to scold, taking the polar bear from your oldest, Yejun, and picking up the leg that Seungjun dropped. Seungjun sits quietly on the ground as tears begin to gather at his lashes, and his tiny lip begins to tremble. You let out a frustrated sigh before crouching down beside your son and picking him up. “That was a very special bear. Great Grandma gave it to me.” You explain, calmly. “Now we have to fix it, right?” Your son slowly nods. You plant a kiss on top of his head and wipe his tears away. “We just have to be careful next time, okay?”
“Okay, mommy… I’m sorry,” Seungjun says.
You begin sewing up the polar bear’s leg, reattaching it to its body. Your kids have found the garlands and are now wrapping them around the railings of your stairs. Once the polar bear is fixed, you place him beside the fireplace. Finding your family’s stockings, you begin to hang them along your fireplace mantle. Just then, you hear your youngest, Seungjun, begin to squeal, tiny feet padding quickly towards you. Looking over your shoulder, you discover that Seungjun has now stolen the rope of tinsel from his two older siblings and is now running around the living room while Yejun and Haewon chase after him.
“Seungjun, stop right now! Give that back!” shouts Yejun, your oldest.
Yejun catches Seungjun and holds him still while Haewon pries the tinsel from his grip. Before you know it, all hell breaks loose. Seungjun starts screaming and kicking, managing to wiggle out of his older brother’s hold. He begins to grab the decorative throw pillows from the couch and chucks them at his siblings causing them both to run away.
“Oh my god, kids! Please, stop!” you yell over the music.
They ignore you and continue to throw pillows at each other, knocking down all of the cute little decorations you’ve already set up. You look over to your husband who’s finally got the tree up and is in the middle of wrapping the lights around it, too immersed in his task to notice the havoc happening in front of him. You start to move towards them when you see Yejun run towards your husband.
“Please watch out for your Dad!” you begin to say as you reach for Seungjun, but not before he whips a stuffed snowman at his older brother. The snowman misses Yejun, smacking Namjoon in the face just as he turns around, causing him to lose his balance.
“Oh, no!” you gasp as your husband falls right into the Christmas tree, knocking it down to the ground. The room goes silent except for the music in the background. Both you and your daughter have our hands covering your mouths in shock. Seungjun covers his ears while Yejun covers his eyes.
Namjoon looks around at all of you, mouth hung open in surprise. Then, the corners of his mouth begin to lift. Namjoon begins laughing, causing your kids to laugh along with him. His eyes meet yours and there’s no anger or annoyance in them. Instead, you find warmth and reassurance. Only then do you allow your shoulders to relax and join in on the laughter.
“I’m sorry, Dad!” Yejun says and he extends a hand to help his father up.
“Yeah, me too!” your youngest chimes in as he gives Namjoon’s leg a hug.
“Me three!” Haewon adds.
“It’s alright, it was an accident,” your husband calmly replies. “But we have to be careful next time alright? It wasn’t very nice of you to throw things at each other. Now I want you three to pick up all of the pillows and fix the decorations that you just destroyed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” all three kids answer before they begin picking up the mess they’ve created.
You help your husband pick up the Christmas tree and smile at him when you meet his gaze. “Are you alright?” you ask him.
He nods his head. “My butt might be sore tomorrow, but I’m okay.” You laugh with him and help him wrap the tree in lights.
Once the tree is properly lit, you and your family begin hanging the ornaments onto the tree. At the bottom of the box, you find your children’s “First Christmas” ornaments. Your heart pangs a little as tears sting your eyes. You look up at your kids, laughing with one another as your husband lifts your daughter up so she can place the star at the top of the tree. Your lips gently pull at the corners, and your heart swells with so much love at the view in front of you. You are so lucky to have this family, you think to yourself. You hang up the last few ornaments and your family steps back to admire the finished tree.
“Wow,” Seungjun exclaims under his breath.
“You like it?” Namjoon asks, picking him up.
Your son nods his head. “It’s very beautiful,” he grins.
“It sure is,” you agree as you wrap your arm around your husband’s waist. Yejun and Haewon join in on the embrace and you capture your husband's lips in a quick kiss.
“Ew! Gross!” your oldest exclaims as he runs to the couch. Both you and Namjoon throw your heads back and laugh. Namjoon puts Seungjun down before pulling you into him for another kiss.
“Happy Holidays, Baby,” he says against your lips.
“Happy Holidays,” you repeat.
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lavienvante · a day ago
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•   invisible string  ♡   f2l,  fluff + angst  ♡   series  (ongoing)
summary: a decade wasn’t enough to rid you of the pesky, silly and not so little crush you harbored for jeon jungkook during your miserable teenage years. even now, when he’s a totally different person from the geek you used to know.
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summary: the only moment jeon jungkook would ever love you back were in between the seconds of relentless practice at the skating rink, where the faint smell of his vanilla essence was enough to keep the flowers at bay. 
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•   persona non grata   ♡   thriller, e2l, angst  ♡  unpublished series.
summary: per·​so·​na non gra·​ta: unwelcome or unwanted. not popular or accepted by others. also known as min yoongi, senior detective of the special victims crime unit.
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•   most wanted: boyfriend   ♡   college au, fluff + smut  ♡  unpublished series.
summary: the official boyfriend application ― or the OBFA, as you liked to call it. the rules were simple: 1. dates in potential would apply anonymously to fill the role of your (also anonymous) best friend’s boyfriend and 2. go through a strict analysis conducted by none other than you. if deemed lucky enough, they would earn a blind date with the prettiest, most wonderful girl on campus. the only problem: you didn’t count on the likelihood of a certain email popping up in your screen. those bold, flashy letters denouncing the latest submitted application signed off with the pseudonym of your hardcore crush: vante.
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