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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

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solarwonux · 3 years

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~8:00pm~

college!wonwoo x f!reader

warnings: smut, public sex, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, soft!dom wonu.

note: enjoy let me know your thoughts. Requests are open so if anyone wants to send any in I will accept lol. Thank you for reading,xx

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The minute the library closed, Wonwoo had his hand wrapped around your wrist, hastily pulling you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library. He wasted no time in pinning you against a bookshelf. The wooden shelves digging into your lower back as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving behind light bruises in their wake. “You’ve been teasing me all day.” He mumbled against your neck. He bit down gently, grabbing one of your thighs and wrapping it around his waist, grinding himself into your clothed core.

“I bet everyone here thinks you’re an innocent angel, but the pictures and videos I have on my phone say otherwise.” He pulled away from your neck, one of his hands tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. His palm resting against your cheek as his thumb caressed your red candy stained lips, from the lollipop you had indulged in earlier. And you were sure that was what finally had sent him over the edge. “Isn’t that right angel.” He teased. A smirk appearing on his face, his round glasses slowly sliding down his nose.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smiled reaching over and pushing his glasses up. Your mouth opening up taking in his thumb. Your warm tongue running over the pad of his finger teasingly. He watched you with hunger in his eyes. A guttural groan falling out of his lips. His mind going back to how beautiful your lips looked around the cherry red lollipop you were sucking on earlier. He could still hear the noises you were quietly making while you sat in between him and Minghao at the front desk. The teasing glint in your eyes when you had turned to face him, sending him a wink. And he knew he wasn’t going to survive the minute the two of you were alone.

“Why don’t you show me what those innocent lips of yours can do princess?” He breathed out furrowing his eyebrows as you moaned around his thumb before releasing it with a pop.”Yes sir.” You smirked placing your hands against his chest and pushing him away, backing him up into the shelf behind him. “Do you think they can hear us?” You cocked your head to the side. You slid your hand down his front palming him, watching in satisfaction as he threw his head back in pleasure. It always amazed you how fast you could get him to melt underneath your touch.

“I think I want your pretty mouth around my cock before Minghao comes looking for us.” He said, one of his hands finding its way into your hair and tugging it. A whine escaping your mouth and you found yourself sinking down to your knees unbuttoning his dark jeans in the process. “What will your fangirls think when they find out that the nerdy librarian has a dark side and is fucking his coworker.” You teased taking him out of his boxers. You spit onto the palm of your hand before wrapping it around his length, moving it slowly.

“Frankly, I don’t give a shit.” He sighed his grip in your hair tightening. “Put that mouth to work before I fuck it.”

“I think I’d like that.” You smirked looking up at him doe-eyed your hand working on him at an agonizingly slow pace. You knew his patience was wearing thin just taking in the annoyed furrow on his face. The rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you stuck your tongue out taking the white pearl-sized bead of pre-cum that had formed on his reddened head. A content sigh falling out of your lips. “Tastes good.” You nodded in approval before connecting your lips onto the side of his cock kissing down it gently.

“B-Been drinking pineapple juice.” He sighed pushing your head onto him signaling he wanted more. But after all the work you had gone through to get him this worked up you weren’t going to give into him as easily. That might’ve been cruel on your part but Wonwoo had done worse to you in the past. This was just your cruel form of revenge and you were enjoying every second of it. “That works?” You questioned wrapping your lips around his angry head, running your tongue over the slit. “Don’t know you tell me?” He smirked gripping your hair tightly pushing your head down his shaft with caution. His other hand gripping the bookshelf until his knuckles started turning white. And oddly you were afraid he would break it.

You relaxed your mouth, taking him in as much as you could. The heat and wetness sending a chill up his spine as he tried everything in his power to not take over the reins like he usually did. You started bobbing your head around him, your hand moving along with you. Groans spilling out of his mouth as he watched you with intensity and fever. His cock sliding in and out painting the most sinful picture in his mind and he desperately wished he had his phone on him so he could add the image to his collection. His threaded fingers in your hair pulling the rest into a makeshift ponytail. As your name quietly spilled out of his mouth like a mantra. One he found himself repeating over and over again when he was with you or alone in his room.

Wonwoo threw his head back as you took more of him in your mouth. His tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag around him. His head perking up at the sound looking down at you and your flushed out cheeks. Fear running through his features when he noticed your watering eyes. You blinked rapidly loving the way he felt of having him on your tongue. Loving the way the air in your lungs was escaping. The adrenaline and dirtiness of it all enough to send you over the bender, and you desperately wanted his touch.

You dug your nails into his clothed thighs keeping him in place swallowing around him. The feeling sending him into a frenzy as you pulled away slowly. An immoral string of spit connecting you to him making you whimper as you sat back regaining your breathe. The elevator located a number of bookshelves away signaling that Minghao had finally made it onto the floor gave you the determination you needed to finish Wonwoo off.

“Don’t make a sound.” You winked before taking him in your mouth again. This time you wasted no time in pleasuring him. He let go of your hair as he gripped the the bookshelf behind him, as he started thrusting himself into your mouth fast. And you sat back letting him as he praised you for taking him like the good girl he knew you were. And with a few more hard thrusts he came crying out your name, spilling himself inside your mouth. One of his hands finding its way into your hair again and holding you against him as he rode out his orgasm. Your eyes finding his as the lust behind them grew darker and more intense. A satisfied moan left your lips as his bittersweet substance hit your taste buds and you wasted no time swallowing everything he had given you.

“Can’t believe you just sucked me off in the back of the library.” He breathed out guiding his cock away from your mouth making you pout. He laughed lowly at your reaction reaching over to wipe the corner of your mouth. You opened it and took his thumb in and closing your eyes and humming. And if it weren’t for Minghao’s footsteps getting closer and closer to the two of you, he would’ve bent you over and fucked you until you couldn’t walk. He retreated his hand tucking himself inside his pants again.

“You say that like this is the first time that’s happened.” You scoff getting up from your knees, reaching over and placing a soft peck against his lips. “By the way the pineapple juice is working.” You winked patting his chest lightly leaving him breathless as he watched you exit the aisle of dusty bookshelves. You spotted Minghao as his face grew into a wide smile and his strides got longer.

“I heard a scream did something happen?” He questioned stopping once he got in front of you. You blushed and looked back to find Wonwoo exiting the same aisle and smoothing out his hair. Your eyes growing wide as you wondered what state of dishevelment you were currently experiencing. “Woo saw a spider and freaked.” You smiled turning back to face the other boy in glasses. “Like always I had to come and save the day.”

“Don’t believe her it’s the other way around.” He teased and pushed his glasses up his nose, stopping a few feet behind you.

“Right, okay,” Minghao shook his head before turning to face you. A gentle smile adorning his features, enough to get your heart racing like you were back in high school. “Well I’m leaving now so you guys wouldn’t mind closing up right?” He scratched the back of his neck, a quirk of his that only seemed to appear when he was nervous and around you. “Yeah, I think Wonwoo and I can manage, we still haven’t put back the textbooks that were returned today.” You smiled giving Minghao a nudge on his shoulder. Wonwoo’s finally coming to stand next to you causing the butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The arousal that had pooled up between your legs as you were pleasing him getting worse when you felt his body heat lure you in.

“Night then.” He nodded. “See you at home Woo.” Minghao smiled raising an eyebrow as he looked between the two of curiously. For a moment you feared he had caught on and you knew Wonwoo thought the same as you felt his body tense up next to you. Instead he opened his mouth and then closed it before shrugging and turning around to leave. “I’ll close tomorrow night as a thank you.” He said over his shoulder and rounded the corner leading up to the front desk and out of your line of sight. You let out a low sigh of relief, managing to take a step forward before getting pulled back in by Wonwoo’s arm. Your back hitting his chest.

“Sometimes I hear him getting off to you, moaning your name as if he has no shame.” He whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe in the process. Your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth, holding back a moan. You felt Wonwoo’s hand make its way underneath your t-shirt, resting his palm against your stomach. You whimpered throwing your head back, melting underneath his touch. A knowing smirk appearing on his face before he attacked your neck again. This time making sure he was leaving his prominent marks on you.

“Tell me princess would you let him play with you the same way you let me if I wasn’t around.”

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high-supernatural · 3 years

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Rituals

Kai Parker x Female Reader/Character

Word Count: 2136

Warnings: typical tvd themes, S.Assault mentions/details, sex scene, they cut each other’s hands again

Summary: V finds a way to figure out what she is but it involves a sex ritual, Kai volunteers... sort of.

***since y’all like the one shots better than the series, I’m gonna write one shots for female readers under the name V for what I would’ve/will write in the series... read the series masterlist for any of this to make sense, lol***

As the weeks went on, V and Kai basically went back to normal. Kai was a little more stand-offish with pushing physical boundaries even though he knew that V didn’t know the real story.

She went back to obsessing over reading occult books to figure out why she had the abilities she was born with while they both spent their days watching movies while she recovered.

A month had passed until she found something.

Kai had been sitting on the couch as she sat at the desk, “Kai, I think I finally found something,” she said lost in thought.

“What’s the theory?”

“Well, it’s not a theory, it’s a method to see for myself, it’s like an astral projection,” she read, “it says ‘what is needed for a ritual to success is two negatively charged vibrations, energy in the form of a black flame, this symbol, and a mix of the two souls,’”

“Again, in English,” Kai sassed.

V let out a sigh, “it’s basic sex magic,” Kai’s eyes widened, and he looked away from her direction, “I spent all this energy searching and I could’ve found out through a basic sex magic ritual,” she sat back in her chair mildly disappointed in herself.

“Yeah, now all you have to do is trick somebody into some freaky sex romp,” he mumbled.

She paused before asking, “would I have to trick you?”

He looked back over at her with light eyes unsure of what to say, so she asked again with more infliction, “would I have to trick you?”

Kai stumbled on his words, “uh, I—, uh…”

V got up from the desk and went to sit by him, “awh, are you nervous,” she teasingly asked.

“No… it’s just, why me?”

“You’re a witch, you know the game, you’re probably the only one who won’t freak out about being proposed some sex magic sacrifice,” V looked at him for a second, “so would you,” she placed her hand on his forearm.

“What would we have to do?” he asked.

“It says to lay the symbol on the ground big enough for the two people, light a few black candles, say some words, mix a bit of our blood together… then get to it and close our eyes, supposedly it’s supposed to let both of us see into our souls.”

“What if it doesn’t work?” Kai questioned. He felt uneasy with the idea, knowing that she wouldn’t even be worrying about this stuff if she had known the real story of what had happened weeks before.

“Then I guess you have a new ‘date from hell’ story to tell,” she smiled.

She knew he was nervous because he never asked so many questions. She figured it was the same emotions you get on a first date, jittery, clammy hands… so they decided to head to the store and come back with supplies.

V laid down a sheet on the floor and spray painted the symbol onto it so it had some time to dry. Kai stood and watcher her silently until she noticed him, “what,” she asked smiling, “nothing,” he looked away and sat down to get everything else out of the bag.

She sat the can down on the dresser and sat by him, noticing he was avoiding looking at her when she could see him.

“Why you so nervous,” she asked, “are you a virgin or something?”

His eyes twitched open wider, not expecting her to be so blunt with the question, “I mean, I’m sure there’s another way to do this,” he started.

“So you are,” she teased, nudging his arm playfully.

“I just don’t want you to regret anything,” he looked down.

“Why would I? If it doesn’t work then we saw each other naked, not a big deal. If it does work then I might have any sort of clue about what I am, I think it’s worth it, but if you don’t want to…” Kai interrupted, “no, I do if you do… I’m just nervous I guess,” he trailed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered and scooted closer to her, trailing his fingers up his arm to cup her cheek, gazing down into her eyes in a way that made her feel like she was experiencing love for the first time all over again.

“You should kiss me for doing this for you though,” he whispered.

Her breath was too taken away for her to respond with words, instead choosing to close the gap between them with a passionate kiss lasting a minute before pulling away.

“Let’s do this,” Kai said, breaking the silence.

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V got up and arranged the candles in their appropriate spots before lighting them.

She leaned to grab Kai’s hand and pull him slightly, “ok, now get on the symbol and say the words.”

They stood in front of each other holding hands repeating the chant before they both lowered to sit on their knees.

“Now I cut your hand and you cut mine,” V spoke softly before cutting Kai’s hand and giving him the knife to cut hers.

She interlocked their fingers, “say the words again,” they looked into each other’s eyes and spoke, feeling the energy in the room shift as the candle flames blew rapidly.

“We both have to be 100% naked, by the way,” she teased as if she left that part out before her smirk went away and she pulled him into another kiss.

Her hand slid up his shirt to feel his chest and signal for him to remove it before it trailed down to his belt to unbuckle it.

Kai rested his hand respectfully on her knee with the other on her arm that cupped his face. He avoided telling her he was a virgin earlier when she asked, thinking she’d find somebody else like he had suggested. His whole body felt on fire waiting for her to tell him what to do.

She guided his hand that was on her knee to above her shorts for him to unbutton before guiding him to lay down.

He watched attentively as she slid out of her shorts on her way to placing both legs on either side of his, straddling him.

Again, he waited for her to tell him what to do. She leaned down to kiss him for a small moment before moving her lips to his neck, guiding his hand up the side of her thigh and the other up the front of her other thigh.

V took her lips from his neck and sat up to remove her sweatshirt, exposing that she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it. Now Kai truly felt on fire, as if he was experiencing love for the first time like she did when he kissed her. He didn’t wait for her to guide him before he trailed his hand up her torso, leaving the other one to squeeze that curve where the hip meets the thigh.

His eyes were glued to her breasts until his hand grazed across one and up to her neck, pulling her back down to kiss him and finding one hand in her hair as the other explored her back and thigh.

Her hand reached down his stomach and into his unbuckled pants to feel him through the fabric of his boxers as her lips moved to nibble his ear and kiss down his neck again.

Kai unintentionally squeezed the parts where his hands laid when she moved her hand underneath his boxers and took him into her hand, pumping at an extremely slow pace before he pulled his pants down so he was fully exposed.

The tenseness in his body and expression of desperation on his face grew more evident when she sat up with her hands on his chest and grinded her core onto his with the pressure of a feather. He squeezed her arms again, “relax,” she whispered, trailing her fingers from his biceps to his hands, interlocking them after pushing them to rest above his head and leaning to kiss him again.

For the first time in a long time, Kai was frozen without knowing what to do in a situation. He was letting her take control.

V slid her panties to the side and aligned them before sliding all the way down onto him, placing her hand back onto his.

“You good?” is the last thing Kai heard before she started slowly bouncing up and down onto him.

After that, neither of them was in the room their bodies were in. They awoke out of their bodies in a forest place that was comfortably and eerily dark at the same time. Kai looked at her before he realized she wasn’t next to him anymore.

He called out her name with no response before seeing a large shadow dart across the room from the corner of his eye. He followed it and was met with a large gold-trimmed mirror leaning against a tree. There was something off about the mirror. He gazed into it, trying to make out what was so different about the way he looked before a large, frightening creature popped into the mirror.

Kai jumped back and stared at it. It had a large animal skull for a head with large, gnarly teeth and huge antlers, its body was covered from the neck down in a cloak, and its hands were shaped like a human’s hands, but they were discolored with long, sharp nails.

He looked at this creature in awe before it whispered in distorted breaths, “you…the chosen pair…”

Kai spoke anxiously, “what? What do you mean? What are you talking about?” He had never encountered anything like this, especially not this size.

The creature let out another distorted whisper and grabbed him, “protect her,” it said intimidatingly.

Kai and V both woke back in their bodies, out of breath and not in the positions they started in. Kai was now on top of her, and they were moaning like it was the last time they’d ever see each other as they both orgasmed at the same time before processing what they saw on the other side.

V threw her head back, digging her nails into Kai’s hair as he buried his face in her neck and rode them both out.

Before either of them had come down, V spoke frantically, “what the fuck was that” she pulled his face to look at her, “did you see that?!” in reference to the other side.

She stood up before Kai could get off her and put her sweatshirt on to sit at the desk and open her laptop. Kai sighed and pulled his pants and boxers back up before walking over to her.

“We’ve been gone for an hour and a half…” she said.

“No way, that had to have been five minutes, tops,” he responded dumbfounded.

“Check the time… an hour and a half on the dot…” she paused to analyze his puzzled facial expressions, “Kai what did you see?”

He scratched the back of his head, “I uh… we were in this forest,” she watched him attentively, “it was pretty dark, you disappeared, then I saw this gold mirror and this creature stood in it,” she interrupted him, “what did it look like?”

She started typing to document what they had seen, “it had an animal head with horns, wearing a black cloak, long hands…it was gigantic…” she interrupted again, typing without looking at him, “did it say anything?”

“It said something about me, then it said, ‘chosen pair’, and told me ‘protect her’,” he imitated the creepy way it spoke.

V glanced up at him and said nothing before looking back at her screen to type.

Kai sat at the desk across from her, “anyways, what’d you see,” he asked.

She glanced at him before typing again, “I don’t know. It all looked like a bad acid trip. One minute I was standing next to you…” she stopped and looked at him again before closing her laptop screen so she could see his full face, “it told you chosen pair?”

Kai shook his head, and she squinted her eyes in confusion and wonder, “did you look at me before we lost each other?” Kai shook his head no.

“We had a tie to each other… like a…” she struggled to find her words, so she drew a picture instead, “like this… it was like a red chord that extended into both of our chests… and then right after I saw it, something took me through like a tour of the matrix of the universe…” she explained.

Kai looked at her like she was actually on acid now. “It told me I could control all of it, then I came back…”

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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Hii, me again. 😅

Jungkook made a three syllable poem with "min yoongi" name. At the last name of "Gi" He made yoonmin. Is he try to expose that yoonmin is a thing/ or real??

Ahjumma.... why are you being like this?

What did I do to deserve this ghettory?😟 It's too early in the year to be this ghetto uno.

Don't be like that😒

You are asking me, Goldy- GOLDY of all shippers, if I think JEON JUNGKOOK is confirming his boyfriend of seven years and counting is in a relationship with another member within the same group...

Doing what exactly in that relationship??

Is JK cockholding? What's going on.

KWENCHANAYO?!

You think BTS will survive two members dating the same guy in the same group???

Never mind that it's Jeon Jungkook and Park freaking Jimin- Mr I'm greedy and Mr I don't share my friends.

Like make it make sense to me please😭

After everything we've been said on my blogs for months now, you still asking me this??

You are bold, I'll give you that.

Now tell me slowly and in coherent words why I shouldn't pull your hair and give you three quick punches to your throat- ninja style👀

Someone get her before I snap their neck💀

For the last time-

NEITHER 🤺OF🤺JIKOOK🤺 IS 🤺 WAS🤺 HAS🤺 HAD🤺 PURPORTS TO HAVE🤺 WOULD HAVE HAD🤺 COULD HAD HAD🤺 HAD HAD HAD🤺IS HAVING 🤺 ANY 🤺ROMANTIC🤺 FEELINGS🤺WHATSOEVER 🤺 DESIRE🤺CRAVING🤺 WET DREAMS🤺 YEARNING🤺 PASSION🤺ATTRACTION🤺 AMOROUS 🤺INTENT🤺TOWARDS🤺 ANY🤺🤺MEMBER🤺 IN🤺 BTS🤺BESIDES🤺 EACH🤺 OTHER🤺

GET🤺 OUT 🤺OF🤺 YOUR🤺 IMAGINATION🤺

If you are new to the shipping community I suggest you familiarize yourself with every ships dynamics or at least Jikooks- if multishipping isn't exactly your thing.

Jikook's entire dynamics is founded on JK teasing JM to death. It's their thing.

He's said he enjoys teasing Jimin because he loves Jimin's reaction to when he's being teased. In fact, the entire group have said same about Jimin.

Did you see JM's reaction to when JK called out the Yoonmin comment in the dynamite reaction VLive?

Did you see RMs reaction too?

He is trying Jimin with these Yoonmin jokes. He's gonna get stabbed. Lmho.

Jimin reacts strongly to when JK in particular teases him with ships, Yoonmin more recently. Yet he didn't seem to mind when V did it.

V used to be the biggest Yoonminer on the planet rooting for and encouraging certain interactions between Yoonmin. Lmho.

Jimin himself perpetuates Yoonmin as a ship.

It would be an insult on his intelligence for anyone to assume he didn't know exactly why people ship two people together or what interactions and moments is considered a moment in shipping sphere.

Statements like, why can't Suga hyung look me in the eye, why does he say I'm irreplaceable to him, insinuates something and he knows this.

Once upon a time, JK couldn't look you in the eyes too. Still can't sometimes.

Jimin has a presence and he has a hold on these men and he knows it.

He goes out of his way to create the impression he and Suga have a very close bond and dynamic- I'm sold on it. Lol.

'5 Jms? As expected. You'll fall in love with them' not sure if JM said the last bit in the BE.TS Vlive, yall check for me.

It's crazy then that he turns around to react the way he does when JK teases him with his ship with Suga.

It seems to me, Jimin knows the intent and energy behind such seemingly harmless jokes- JK can be petty and passive aggressive with these things. You'd think he is joking but deep down he would be pouting and throwing tantrums behind cams🤧

It's Jimin apologizing and looking like his spirit left his body as he sat on the edge of JK's bed in the new Jersey VLive for me.

He needs to free Jimin.

Talk of things I'm getting too old for- Let's talk about why he posted his version of the bridge in disease online🤧

Not to say he shouldn't have posted it. I support that he did wholeheartedly. Deadass found his groove since he started unbuttoning the front of his shirts in 2020.

He's reclaiming the spotlight, putting himself at the forefront unlike before where he'd resigned himself to a supportive role watching his hyungs be at the center of things.

Now he's been talking about that he wants have sexy dance performances like Jimin, write rap melodies for RM, share his own music, try on a solo career one day- we get it. You found yourself Mr I'm independent asserting myself yall better fuxk off but chilee not at the expense of Jimin! 🤺

I mean it's a broad spotlight and they both can share it but damn is someone changing drastically. Not sure if I should be proud or terrified.

It's great and amazing and I'm really truly happy with where he's at mentally and physically since 2020- it's a great sign, don't get me wrong. Significant improvement. His becoming is long over due but he didn't have to grab the spotlight from Jimin like that.

Jk vs JM isn't something I'm a fan of.

It's a shame it didn't work out? What do you mean JK. I'm sorry but Jimin's version is amazing too!😟

What the actual hell JK😭

Back it up. This is not how to Jikook🤺

On guard sir🤺 on guard🤺

Dude did Jimin dirty🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

I need a refund😭😭😭😭

Here I was waiting for y'all to get on your Jikook agenda and post that first Jikook selca of the year and you are there shipping Jimin with your bandmate and thiefing his shine. Who taught you that?!😥

Y'all are competitive but y'all don't compete with eachother's shine! JIKOOK 101😭😭😭

You share it😥

Show me where in the books this new development falls under. Show me

You winging it and it's unconstitutional😟

I rebuke it in Jesus name!

Someone beam me up.

You got these 13 year olds coming in my DMs telling me you are not supportive of your man's career.

I don't have time for this shit.

SOMEONE BEAM ME UP! Kirk!

If you've watched their Be behind video, and you've seen Jin talk about how RM complained to him when Tae chose Suga's version over his version you'd know where JK is coming from or where I think he is coming from having JMs version chosen over his.

Watch their Be self interview on yt too.

He said there's a melody he worked on for RM and when Jhope thought he got snubbed he recommended he release it instead- to quench his artistic drive perhaps.

That is why he released this song. He did it for himself. Like he said, he won't put out a song unless he was confident about it.

Suga have said time and again how the music and melodies they create never go to waste because they can repurpose it like he did with Telepathy I think.

Even JK explained he was reserving the melody he made for RM for a future group song.

He could have repurposed this or something.

When Jin talked about V vs JM's Christmas song and kept repeating how much he preferred Jimin's song to Tae's because Jimin"s was bright and upbeat, he made sure to clarify he wasn't implying Tae's song was bad. He was just indicating preference.

I won't lie, I was happy he preferred my bias's song but it made my VMin heart ache a little.

V and JM made very different songs, they shouldn't be compared to eachother in that way.

I don't like competitions. And I don't like when two artists are pit against eachother- which is exactly what these two versions of the bridge is doing out here.

I will literally die if in an interview JM is asked about his part and JK isn't. I can't do this😭

Those saying JM's is better make me sick, and those saying JK's is better make me nauseous. They both great. Point blank purr.

What's even more heartbreaking is hearing how excited he really was to share that bit with Army. Dude's eyes was glistening and everything. His bunny smile! 😥

Thats what makes this very hard for me.

The JJK in me is overjoyed and excited that he is doing things that make him really happy. I'm proud of him.

But the PJM in me just😕

I even feel more guilty that I prefer JM's version this time around😭😭😭😭

I feel like I'm betraying JK🤧

I was so happy seeing JM recieve all the love and attention I know he deserves.

Then here comes his boyfriend

'Hold up what about me!' Lol.

Imagine if RM releases the version of Blue and grey he made for Tae and it turns out we prefer that to the version Tae chose💀

Imagine that.

This has been a recurring theme throughout late 2020 to date. Jk's been choosing authenticity and self interests and passions over anything else and I couldn't be more happy for him.

Like we discussed, he's been learning to compromise too lately, which is great.

But honey this is a red flag. Deadass.

To me anyways😏

I've been a strong advocate for a certain level of independence and detachment in Jikook's dynamics because they lowkey exhibited codependency tendencies in their dynamics which is great for us shippers but not so great in the long run for their relationship or them as individuals .

Maybe I'm thinking out loud and prematurely here. I mean we are only beginning to have intimate access to their raw unscripted selves.

I don't think it's not that much of a big deal. RM and JM have equally shared their own versions of fake love on the internet but it is an interesting development in their dynamic to me.

I remember how happy JM was about his version of fake love, and it remains to date one of my favorite beats even though he was just spewing nonsense on that track. Lol.

He was so excited when he shared it with JK and Jin. He said when he showed it to JK the first time, JK said he loved it very much- how loving and supportive is that!

More of this please. Thank you.

PMS is a bitch y'all🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Has me in my feels about this.

I'm pretty sure JM is the one that even encouraged him to share his part in the first place. Won't put it past him.

'Ya Jungkook, release your version too'

'Army will love it'

'Right but I don't want it to seem like- Goldy is crazy you know'

'Goldy who now?'

'What about the thirteen year old fans-'

'Aht aht aht Who cares about them.'

Lmho.

I mentioned a few times on here how I felt JM seemed to have been demanding 'space' and a little bit of breathing room in their dynamic which was causing a little bit of tension here and there middle 2019 through to March last year and it all sounds like drama and speculation but...

May be if I told y'all I am a witch and my analysis of their relationship is based on mediums, phantom whisperers, empathetic readings or tarot cards y'all will leave me alone?🤥

Y'all don't seem to have a problem with the witches and empaths who be doing the same shit I do out here😒

Like we are all 'reading' these mens!

There's nothing wrong with 'psychoanalytically' evaluating a ship you know? Chilee.

Imma call myself a witch if it will get y'all off my back😹😹😹😹

I mentioned JK equally embarking on his own journey to assert himself within the group and within the relationship due to this?

But damn I did not see this one coming.

This is a red flag for me. And no, it doesn't mean they are broken up or having issues in their relationship.

Jk's TMI indicates they still been spending a lot of time together.

This is just a sign there's too much independence in their dynamic now- if you know what I mean.

Relationships flourish based on how attached we are to people- too much attachment is a problem, too little attachment is equally bad.

Jikook have always had a problem with over attachment in their dynamics in my opinion, to the point it was lowkey unhealthy- the jealousy, not being able to 'act professionally' within a group and work environment, having problems with being separated however briefly, constantly wanting to be where the other is etc.

Less attachment isnt necessarily a bad thing either. It means less of all the 'toxic' aspects of their relationship that over attachment brings but too much of that too can trigger anxiousness and insecurity and resentment.

Especially if one of them hates change. Cough Jimin.

With that comes all the wild aspects of love such as possessiveness, jealousy and I know JM doesn't do too well in that department...

In my opinion, I see JM as having a problem when JK breathes down his neck emotionally speaking, and at the same time he has a problem when he is too emotionally distant.

All this is interesting to me.

Who do I need to talk to to give me more of Jikook interactions individually or jointly?

I want to see more of their interactions beyond the overly staged, dramatized fanservice and official content.

Spending a lot of time around eachother and eating each other's ramen- pun intended, does not reflect on how intimate you are.

Intimacy requires depth and depth requires attachment.

How you treat eachother's needs and goals, dreams and desires is equally indicative of the intimacy in your relationship.

That has always been one distinctive quality of Jikook's ship.

And so I wonder the thought process that went into this decision. I know JM wouldn't object to JK sharing things like these or doing things that make him happy even if it has the potential to impact his own shine in any way.

Jikook don't compete against eachother.

I keep saying this.

Remember when I said I found it sus that JK was lying there staring at JM with his hands in between his legs?

Did yall see what the run editors said when JM and JK went up against each in the pool?

'Jikook don't play by the rules'

Jimin had to push JK in the water to end whatever ancient sex ritual foreplay rooted in kamasutra they had going on. Bless him.

And in so doing, he lost to JK.

Whenever they go up against eachother, one of them intentionally lose even though they are both very competitive.

Isn't that why JK said he'd rather 5 Jms so he can watch them compete against eachother?

When JK first made that post, I felt it was out of pettiness or a move to 'humble' JM.

I thought of when he'd posted that photo of himself with a hickey after JM had 'dated' him during the JinMinKook live.

I rolled my eyes and asked, 'what yall gays up to this time?' Why you out here humbling your man?

Anywho chilee we will never know.

At ease.

Signed,

GOLDY

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ggukcangetit · 4 years

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Crime & Punishment: JJK Fic

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: light smut, f2l(?)

rating: 18+

summary: no one messes with your stock of snacks. absolutely no one. not even a very attractive jungkook who handles the repercussions really well.

warnings: kissing, grinding, oreos are disrespected, hickeys, mention of breasts.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this pointless thing was written thanks to that post by jin that has collectively sent us all into early graves. also my first time writing anything resembling smut so >.< please bear with me. and huge thanks to @wwilloww for looking over this and helping me with the rating lol.

There are a few things that can get you really angry. Like really pissed-off, flip-the-table, set-the-spaghetti-on-fire mad. These things range from having to do the dishes first thing in the morning - which is quite low on the piss off scale - to finding out that some knob-head has taken credit for the days worth of data crunching you did completely by yourself. Somewhere on that scale - leaning more towards knob-head than dishes - is coming home to see your stock of snacks empty or messed with. Before anyone jumps to the conclusion that you are a horrific control freak, it should be clarified that you are very protective of your stock of snacks - fondly called The Emergency Fund by Seokjin. It has been curated over a number of years, keeping in mind shelf-life, flavor, variety, nutrition, availability, and novelty. The original purpose of The Emergency Fund was to give your blood sugar a kick when you had spent days on end without proper food, trying to finish your final thesis. Gradually, you had realised that having a well-rounded stock of snacks had many other merits. You had learnt of a ton of different grocery stores and online portals specializing in snacks, not to mention always having something ready if guests arrived unexpectedly. But probably the most satisfying part of having a stock of snacks was that it gave you something meaningful to come back to after a long, and often, unfulfilling day of work.

Unfortunately, random guests who decided to drop by without prior warning often also decided to go through your stock of snacks even if you weren't around. Such was the case when you came back home on Thursday, particularly disgruntled after a disastrous team meeting. Namjoon had texted you earlier, asking to borrow your camera tripod, so you were expecting to find a few things out of place when you reached home. What you weren't expecting was to find the last of the oreos in The Emergency Fund, completely desecrated and ravaged beyond belief. Only a complete barbarian would would lick the cream off the middle of the oreos and then put the soggy, saliva-drenched biscuits back in the container. And you knew exactly who that barbarian was.

"JEON JEONGGUK WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??"

You stormed into apartment 5C two floors below yours, fuming, frustrated, and famished. The apartment was neat and devoid of much furniture - as it had been since Jeongguk had moved in a year ago after completing his degree in video production. You looked around for some sign of the heartless dickhead who had destroyed the one thing you looked forward to after a shitty day at the office.

"I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL IN THIS UNIVERSE, IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NO-"

You stopped mid-rant as a very worried, very flustered, very wet haired, very shirtless Jeongguk rushed out of his room.

"What happened? Y/N, are you okay?"

You gulped, trying to remember why you had thought it was a good idea to barge in without knocking. Or in fact, why you had all decided to have keys to each others apartments.

"Cookies..." you muttered, trying hard to focus on the speck of dust hanging from the lamp behind Jeongguk's left shoulder. Jeongguk's left shoulder which had a tiny mole - that increased the overall count to four. How many more-

"Huh?" His doe eyes grew wider, not understanding what was going on.

"Oreos." You managed to get out, trying to think of anything other than the way his biceps curled as he scratched the back of his neck. Fuck.

"Y/N?" he asked, walking towards you uncertainly. The smell of his shampoo wafted towards you, snapping you out of your questionable musings.

"You!" Jeongguk recoiled slightly, at your sudden change in volume. "You complete arsehole! How could you do that?! To my Emergency fund?!"

Usually, your rants were pretty much feared by everyone in the group. But when your eyes kept wandering over his body before flitting away self-consciously, Jeongguk knew he had the upper hand.

Taking slow measured steps towards you, he tilted his head to one side and raised his left eyebrow in concern.

"My bad, Y/N," he said, stopping right in front of you after having backed you up into the wall. "That was really inconsiderate of me."

"Y-yes." You could also smell the soft apple scent of his body-wash now.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" he asked, his voice dropping a few octaves.

"I-" Language had started to betray you.

"I know what," he said, reaching to his left and grabbing something from the counter. "Why don't you take this? As a sign of my sincere apology."

Somehow, you managed to tear your eyes away from his long enough to see his peace offering - a limited edition pack of Hazelnut Cream Pocky. It was your absolute favorite and you had only managed to find it in stores once since its release.

"Here," he said, tearing open the packet, taking out a single Pocky stick, and holding the non-chocolate coated end between his teeth.

Apparently your body had also started to betray you as you found yourself inching forward, taking small bites of the Pocky. With every bit of the Pocky that was consumed, the space between you and Jeongguk diminished further. Finally, a couple of centimeters of uncoated biscuit was all that was left between the two of you. And in order to get to it, your lips would have to touch his.

At first, it was just a tiny brush, your focus more on navigating the final bit of Pocky into your system. But soon, you felt his lips moving over yours - soft, pliant, and not as chapped as you had imagined.

You groaned as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the hazelnut flavor that lingered. His hands moved off the wall, where they had been framing either side of your face, as you tugged him closer. The kiss quickly turned more desperate, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You were completely overwhelmed by him, arching yourself into him as his tongue wrecked havoc in your mouth. Heat pooled in your lower regions as Jeongguk pressed himself into you, his arousal all too evident through his Iron Man boxers.

Moving from your lips, he started trailing kisses down your neck, causing you to jerk your hips into his.

"J-jeongguk." Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, a frenzied need seeping into your words.

Upon hearing his name said in that way, Jeongguk pulled down the side of your lavender shirt, exposing more of your collarbones and just a glimpse of your bra. A low growl escaped him as he dove forward, placing light kisses on the top of your breasts. His fingers had started unbuttoning your shirt further, as you dug your nails into his hair.

And it was right at that moment that your stomach decided to announce the fact that you hadn't eaten since lunch - 5 hours ago.

Jeongguk looked up from where he had been expertly leaving hickeys along the tops of your breasts, his doe-eyes still dilated. Your face was flushed, rivaling the color Seokjin turned when anyone complimented him.

"Hungry?" asked Jeongguk, a small smile playing on his handsome features.

"A bit," you replied, voice small in embarrassment.

"I was going to make dinner when someone rudely barged in." You swallowed, taking in his smirk, his apple-tinted cheeks, his sparkling eyes, and his continued state of undress. "You wanna stay and eat?"

You nodded, fumbling to fix your clothes in a sudden rush of self-consciousness.

"Great!" He smiled his adorable bunny smile.

"W-where are you going?" you asked, as he started walking towards his room, already missing the heat of his body against yours.

"I was going to put on some clothes," he said, barely containing his amusement. "Cooking with hot oil in this condition can be slightly dangerous."

You nodded your head, mortified by the words coming out of your mouth.

"But don't worry," he whispered, coming closer and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "We can continue after dinner. There's an entire box of hazelnut Pocky still left."

still recovering from shirtless jungkook so excuse me for the 1.3k rant. hope you like it though!

#jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts fic #btsbookclub #c me write bangtan

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perpetualoverthinker · 4 years

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New In Town (JJ x Reader)

(not my gif!)

Summary: It’s junior year on the Outer Banks and a new face shows up in town, catching the attention of a particular blunt rolling surfer...

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing, weed

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Sooo I’m not really sure what this is...I just had a really strong urge to write something and so I just wrote whatever came to mind (aka Outer Banks because that’s all I can think about rn lol). Most of this first part is exposition (I’m sorry!!) but hopefully things will spice up in the next chapter, even though I plan on making this a slow burn. Also, I’m not sure how often I’ll update this story, but for now I plan on continuing to write it! This is my first time writing fanfic, so please go easy on me lol. I love getting feedback on the things I write, so don’t hesitate to leave some (or write anything you’d like to see in following chapters)!

When your dad told you he was uprooting the whole family away from the city and down to the Outer Banks, you felt your heart drop. The thought of leaving New York, the only home you had ever known, and moving down south filled you with dread. How were you supposed to adjust? You wouldn’t see your friends, you would be leaving the high school you knew so well, and you didn’t even like the beach that much. You had nothing to look forward to in North Carolina.

Your dad had told you and your sisters that it would be a fresh start. He said that he had some friends down there and that this was your chance to begin anew. After your mom had died, your father had felt there were too many memories in New York. Too many fresh wounds. You felt differently, of course, and fought him on it. Sometimes it felt like you were winning the argument and other times it felt like you had no chance. Ultimately, you lost.

The summer before junior year was coming to an end as the car pulled up into your new driveway. The house was fancy and absurdly big for your four-person family. It perfectly blended in with the large, luxurious houses scattered throughout the neighborhood. You laughed at the gaudiness of it all. You quickly jumped out of the car and waited with your sisters as the moving truck slowly parked along the curb.

“Girls, help me with the boxes while I unlock the door, will you?” your dad shouted as he headed for the front door.

You made your way to the truck and started heaving boxes towards the house, your sisters trailing behind you, lugging whatever they could. You made sure you picked up the boxes labeled “y/n’s room” first. All you wanted was to escape to your room and wallow. As you were about to step inside the house, you noticed a girl about your age running up your driveway. Dressed in a floral summer dress, long blonde hair flowing behind her, she shouted, “Hey!” You watched her wearily as you dropped the boxes at your feet.

“You’re the new neighbors, right?”

“We indeed are!” your dad exclaimed as he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m Sarah,” she said as she extended her hand out to your dad, “I live just around here and thought I should introduce myself.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sarah.” He shook her hand, smiling. “We’re the y/l/ns. This is Nicky and Jo.” he said while gesturing to the two little girls (who were already getting bored of the conversation) sitting cross-legged on the ground, picking at the grass. “And this is y/n.” He shook your shoulders gently as you smiled awkwardly at the pretty girl.

“So, do you go to Kildare High School?”

“Ah, no. I go to the private school around here. But I have some friends who go to the public school.”

“Maybe you could introduce them to y/n!” You wished your father would stop talking sometimes. “Well, I should start hauling those boxes in. y/n, just bring up your boxes when you’re done.” He kissed you on the side of the head, waved at Sarah, and walked back inside, Nicky and Jo scampering behind him.

“I should probably head back,” Sarah pointed her thumb back and started to walk away but stopped midway. “Hey, um, I don’t know what you’re doing later tonight, but my friends are having an end-of-summer party down at the boneyard if you want to come?”

“Boneyard?”

“Oh, it’s just a beach. You’re welcome to come, though. Get to know some people on the island. It’s around 10.”

“Sure, I guess. I’ll see you then…”

“Great! I’ll meet you back here!” At that, she turned around and walked back down the driveway.

• • •

Soon enough, 10 o’clock came around and you were standing outside your front door. You weren’t sure what you were doing. The girl seemed nice enough, but how badly did you really want to make friends on an island you wished you weren’t on?

“Hey! You ready to go?” Once again, Sarah came jogging up your driveway and held up a six-pack of beer.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

As you strolled along the road headed towards the beach, you admired the environment surrounding you. Being in the city your whole life, you weren’t used to seeing mass amounts of trees or hearing crickets chirp through the night. The steady hum of the night seemed to ease some of your tension. You took a moment to close your eyes and take it in while you walked. The girl beside you glanced over at you and smiled.

“I think that’s the most I’ve seen you relax. Earlier today, it looked like you couldn’t wait to run away from me,” she chuckled.

“Sorry about that. Let’s just say moving wasn’t my idea.”

“So why did you move?”

You felt your throat go a little dry. “Um, my mom passed away about eight months ago.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“So my dad thought it would be a good idea to move here and get a new start. Me on the other hand, I thought we should’ve just stayed in New York.”

“Well, you’ve already made your first friend.” She smiled at you and kept holding your hand as you stumbled down to the beach.

Right away, you noticed an unusual split between partygoers. Scattered on one side of the beach stood people dressed in pastel polos, khaki shorts, boat shoes and designer bathing suits. On the other side, people were dressed in less expensive and more casual clothes.

A group of kids surrounding a beer keg looked over towards you and Sarah and started waving at the girl next to you. Sarah tugged you along towards the group. Letting go of your hand, she went to hug each kid. You suddenly felt out of place with the absence of your new friend’s hand.

Within the little huddle stood three boys and a girl. Sarah had gone up and kissed the brunette boy wearing a bandana around his neck and a button up shirt (in which the buttons seemed highly unnecessary, for he nearly had all of them unbuttoned). Stood beside him was a darker skinned boy wearing a snapback. He had his arms around the two other members of the group while he laughed along to whatever Sarah was saying at the moment. The girl had dark curly hair and friendship bracelets lined both of her wrists while the last boy was blonde and wore a cutoff shirt. He held a blunt in one hand and a beer in the other. You couldn’t help but notice that they were all obscenely attractive.

Where the fuck am I?

“Alright, alright, everyone. We have a newbie here! She’s my new neighbor.” Sarah announced as she gestured towards you. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

“Well hello there…” the blonde boy said while he sauntered over to you. You could tell he was trying to flirt, and your cheeks went red.

“JJ cool it. Don’t freak her out.” The other girl came up to you and grinned. “Don’t mind the horndog over here. I’m Kiara, but you can call me Kie.” You shook her hand. “And that’s John B. and Pope.” She pointed at each boy respectively. “And now you know who this idiot is.” She playfully shoved the blonde’s arm.

“I’m y/n.”

“Beer?” John B. asked, holding up a red solo cup. You nodded and moved closer to the group. “So y/n, where you from?”

“New York.”

“So a city girl, huh?” JJ laughed and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, not much of a beach person I guess.”

“Not a beach person and she moves to the Outer Banks. I think you’ve chosen the wrong place to live.” Pope laughed as he downed the rest of his beer.

“What’s with the preppy kids separated from everyone else?” you ask, looking back towards the polo clad group. All of them except Sarah scoff at the mention of them. “What?” You looked at Sarah, confused.

“Listen, here on the island there are the kooks,” John B. paused to point over at the group, “and the pogues.” He made a circling gesture towards his friends.

“The kooks are rich entitled assholes who live on Figure Eight and pogues are the low-lives who live on the Cut. It’s war, my friend.” JJ stated while he glared at the kooks.

You tried stifling your laughter at the absurdness of it all after seeing the serious faces which had fallen upon the group. Your attempt to hold it in was feeble. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” you burst out.

“Thank you! Finally someone who agrees with me!” Sarah beamed.

“It’s not stupid! They really fucking suck!” JJ exclaimed.

“Well don’t you think it’s at least a little stupid? I mean come on. Only people in movies or celebrities have rivalries.”

“You’ll change your mind once you speak to one of them…” You only shook your head and chuckled to yourself. That is, until you noticed a few of the kooks heading over towards the keg.

“Jesus, here we fucking go.” JJ complained as he stepped in front of you. “What do you want Rafe?”

The tall blonde boy approaching smirked. “I heard I got a new neighbor,” he said while eying you up and down. All you could do was make a face. “Just wanted to make sure she wasn’t making the same mistake my sister made, hanging out with you losers.”

“And why does who I decide to hang out with concern you?” you asked as you sidestepped out of JJ’s protective stance.

“Woah, fiery. I like that…” he chuckled. You noticed JJ’s body tense when Rafe took a step towards you. You rolled your eyes and stepped back to avoid him getting any closer.

“Listen, not gonna happen bud.” You turned around and started walking to the keg, hoping to just end the unwanted interaction there.

“Whatever, your loss!” he called out. “Hope you enjoy whoring yourself out to these dirty pogues.” You stopped dead in your tracks, whipping yourself around. Before you could let out a response, JJ charged Rafe and punched him square in the jaw. In one swift moment, Rafe’s goonies and the pogues behind you rushed towards the two squabbling boys. Rafe threw some punches and busted JJ’s eyebrow, but JJ soon had Rafe beneath him and was throwing punch after punch. You could see blood dripping down the kook’s face, splattering after each blow. Beside you, Kie and Sarah were yelling at the boys to stop. John B. and Pope both rushed to wrangle JJ off of Rafe as the kooks attempted to drag him out from under.

“You’re fucking dead, pogue!” Rafe pointed at JJ as he retreated with his friends.

Looking over at JJ, one wouldn’t have thought he had just gotten into a fight. Sure, scrapes littered his face and you could see purple starting to blossom along his cheek and eye but plastered on his face was a shit eating grin. “Why the fuck are you smiling?”

“Because I won,” he smirked and winked at you. You shook your head, laughing nervously.

Turning to Sarah, you said, “Listen, I think I’m gonna head home.”

“What? But you just got here!” she pouted, running up to you and grabbing your hands.

“I think I’ve seen everything I need to. There was beer, banter, a fight. I’m already partied out.” You chuckle, more to yourself than to Sarah.

“Alright, fine. You want me to walk you home?”

“I can do it.” You and Sarah turned to look at JJ as he raised his hand slightly. “I’ve got to clean up anyways,” he said, gesturing to his face.

“Ok, sure.” You looked at him, once again blushing, as he moved towards you.

The walk home was mostly silent, with the exception of you giving directions every so often. JJ had rolled another blunt and the two of you were passing it between each other, huffing out smoke as you walked. You weren’t sure why he had volunteered to walk you home. Maybe he felt bad for you, you thought. Or maybe he just wanted to get in your pants. The thought made your cheeks flush. All you knew was that the silence was eating away at you.

“Hey, thanks for tonight,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

“For what?”

“Defending me, walking me home…”

“Oh, no problem.” You saw him blush a little. “Rafe’s an asshole. He had it coming.”

“You probably didn’t need to punch him,” you said as you glanced at his scraped-up face.

“What’s the fun in that?” The smirk from before reappeared.

“You find getting punched in the face fun?” you asked incredulously.

“Nah…I find the punching fun.” He took a drag of the blunt and passed it to you. As the two of you were approaching your house, you found yourself wishing you hadn’t walked so fast.

You slowed down at the end of the driveway and turned to JJ. “Well, this is me…” JJ stopped and stared at the house before him, letting out a low whistle. “What?”

“When Sarah said you were her neighbor, I knew you were rich, but I didn’t know you were rich rich.” You scoffed at the remark, rolling your eyes.

“I swear to god, if you call me a kook, I’ll kick your ass,” you said in a serious tone, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is that a threat?” He bit his lip and cocked his eyebrow.

“Maybe…” you said slyly as you walked up towards your front door, JJ still following. Slipping your key into the lock and opening the door, you looked back at him. “I’ll see you around pogue.” Then you shut the door.

“Jesus…” JJ mumbled under his breath, turning the other way and laughing to himself.

Leaning against the door, you smiled ear to ear. Maybe you did have something to look forward to on this island…

CH 2

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mightyhemsworthy · 5 years

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DIRTY MIND (Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader)

Fandom: Jake Gyllenhaal x (fem!)Reader Summary: After celebrating your anniversary in a restaurant you decide to surprise Jake in the bedroom. Word count: 1886 Inspired by: Boy Epic’s song. Warnings: GUYS, THIS IS STRAIGHT ON SMUT. (porn without a plot) DIRTY DANCING. DIRTY, VERY DIRTY SMUT. (I think I should be ashamed but at the same time I wanted to share with y’all thirsty fans lol). YOU’RE DOMINATING JAKE! Author’s note: Please keep in mind that English is not my native language so I’m sorry for any kind of mistakes. I would be glad if I could read your suggestions or comments about my story! ♡ * When the door closed, Jake pushed you against the wall kissing you so desperately like someone, who hasn’t seen his significant other for years. Well, from some perspective it was true as he was on a press-tour due to Spider-Man: Far From Home, but it had been only a week. Still, he started to roam your body like no one else did, pressing your back against the cool surface, as his warm and hot body crushed to yours. With one of his hands, he cupped the side of your cheeks while with the other he started to caress your breast, waist, and thighs. At the sensation, a moan escaped from your mouth as you hungrily kissed him back, deepening the kiss more and more so he could have more access to your mouth.

He fully conquered your mouth, rolling your tongues to each other when he wanted to ruck up your skirt. You suddenly pushed him away, looking at him with playfulness in your eyes.

“Stop,” you said, he immediately reacted by holding his hands up like he was doing something wrong.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, but you just shook your head. He would never hurt you.

“No, I just…” you started but didn’t want to ruin the surprise so you just grabbed his hands. He was kind of confused as he didn’t know what happened or what’s wrong, but he followed you to the bedroom nonetheless.

You made a surprise for him and you didn’t want to expose your underwear before that, so you had to stop his actions before the two of you carried away. He was standing at the door, bewilderment spreading across his beautiful face. You closed the door behind the two of you and now it was you who pressed him against it.

You slowly and hesitantly moved closer to his lips, stopping just before he or you could kiss each other. You teased him.

“I’ve made a little surprise for you,” you whispered as you slid down the jacket from his shoulders, feeling his hard body against your palms.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “We said that there are no surprises,” he added but he inhaled sharply as you started to unbuckle his belt.

“I know, I know…” you teased him, giving a short kiss to the nape of his neck while you zipped down his pants. Unforgivable casually.

You promised that there are no surprises, just the two of you, but he took you to a fancy dinner and you wanted to show your gratefulness… One way or another.

As you unbuttoned his paints, it slid down to the floor. Jake quickly stepped out of it, while he wanted to do the same with your blouse.

“Stop,” you said again, and he did. You looked up in his eyes, which was radiating with lust and desire. He wanted you. He wanted you every way. “There is one rule here,” you started as you unbuttoned his shirt all the way down. “You can’t touch me. At least not for now.” you purred, as the shirt hit the floor with a low thud. A sigh escaped from his mouth before he brushed his lips against yours, tasting every inch of it, carefully biting on your bottom lip.

“I’m losing my mind, Y/N,” he stated and you started to chuckle. Oh, you’ve just only begun.

You stopped, tearing yourself from him to look at him at his full glory. His hair was messy, he was naked below, only standing in a brief where you could see that his member is already pressed painfully to his thighs.

“I think, you want to sit down for this one,” you said nonchalantly, turning away from him to go to the little speaker on the desk. You’ve planned this for a very long time now. The playlist was ready with songs which were perfect for a little bit of undressing, a little bit of dancing and a little bit of fucking. You would lie if you’ve said that you weren’t nervous. At this point, your palms started to sweat a little bit as the first tune began to play. This was the time. Now or never. You and Jake have been together for three years, so humiliating yourself before him was basically impossible. You just hoped that this time you’ll succeed as you prepared.

You slowly started to sway your body to the music, turning back again to face him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you with so much adoration and love that at this point you forgot everything which made you nervous. You gave yourself to the music, feeling every beat and rhythm in your body while you locked your eyes with your loved one. You let your hair down from the updo which you were wearing. Now Y/H/C hair flowing around your shoulders. A few hair strands fell to your face but it only made you more empowered and sexier. You started to unbutton your blouse, exposing the beautiful bra which was laying underneath. Jake involuntarily wet his lips, it was really hard for him not to touch you or himself. It was usually the other way around, he liked to be in control and dominate you, but now you did this with him. And to be honest, it was one of the most powerful things ever.

You slowly unbuttoned your skirt as well, revealing the full set of underwear. You were still wearing your high heels with tights (which he believed was ordinary stockings before). When he saw you like that, his whole mind was blown away. You often wore fancier bras and other kinds of stuffs but never things like this. He could barely sit up straight, you could see his body twitched as he held himself back from not touching himself. He desperately needed some friction which would ease his pulsing desire.

“Don’t touch yourself,” you said again, as you did to yourself all the right places to make him even more insane than he already was. You stroked the garter on your thighs, bending a little bit to give him a better view of your chest.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled as you began to move closer and closer to him. You never stopped dancing, you constantly moved your body, swaying and twisting to reveal him all the small details of your set.

When the music stopped and a new one began, you turned your back against him, while you slowly sit down to his lap. You moved your behind to the rhythm, grinding on him giving the two of you the necessary friction you’ve craved. A soft moan escaped from your mouth as you felt his hard member underneath you. At this point, he could barely stop himself, so his big palms splayed across your waist, moving lower and lower as you continued to sway to the music. He brushed his lips against your ears, whispering sweet nothings and how much he wanted to fuck you, but he never stopped ghosting his fingers over your wet folds. He was so turned on by just doing this to you that he also started to roll his hips to give you and him more and more satisfaction.

You were so wet and aroused and it surprised you because you’ve never thought that you would feel this way by doing these things to him. Slowly, you moved forward and turned around as you sank down to your knees. His brief was still on him but not that long anymore, as you freed his cock from his pants. He was a moaning mess even though you barely did anything.

“Y/N, please,” he begged. “Let me fuck you.” he hissed as you run your hands up and down on his erection, playing some attention to the balls as well. You made eye contact with him as you gently sucked down on his head, taking him in more and more each time. He bit back a moan as he tilted his head back to give himself to the sensation which started to fill his body incredibly fast. He jerked his hips forwards and started to race his hands in your hair as his breath started to hitch.

“Y/N,” he started again. “I’m not gonna last too long this way.” you laughed and stopped in your movements. You moved back to his lap, hooking your arms around his head as you pressed a soft kiss against his lips. He ran his fingers down to your wet folds, pulling your underwear away and keeping that way as he grabbed your ass hard.

You slowly sink down to his dick, a pornographic moan escaping from your mouth as he filled you, oh so deliciously, up. It stretched you all the right places, even if it hurt a little bit as he was so freaking massive.

“Does it hurt?” he asked gently but you answered him by moving your hips up and down. He buried his head to the nape of your neck, holding you so close to him like someone who never wants to let you go. You started to ride him slowly, then faster, constantly switching on the rhythm while the two of you kissed each other incoherently. The two of you were so turned on that it was impossible to have any self-control. He was grabbing harder and harder at you and you were sure that it will leave a print, but you just didn’t care because it felt so good.

“Jake…” you breathed as your orgasm started to build up in you. The way you danced for him, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you and the way you grind him made you lose your mind.

“I can’t hold it back much longer.” he panted and you gave him a quick kiss before saying:

“Then cum in me,” and he did. At that exact moment, your most intense orgasm hit you, as Jake filled you up fully with his warm juices, pulsating in you. You cried out as you reached your high, dissolving into pleasure as the fire in your abdomen started to burn out as well.

The two of you were a mess, breathless and speechless. You pressed your forehead against his, as you tried to recollect your breath. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you were afraid that it will burst out.

After calming yourselves and staying in that intimate position for a few minutes, Jake finally spoke.

“Wow,” he breathed out. “I’ve never imagined that this will wait for me.”

“I hope you liked it,” you chuckled, and he kissed so softly and lovingly this time that you thought you’ll melt between his arms.

“Marry me,” he said, out of nowhere.

“Jake, I don’t think this is the appropriate time and… place,” you said, laughingly.

“I know, I know… but I’ll find one. Trust me.” he said before grabbing you by the waist and laying you down the bed. This time, he was on top of you, kissing you constantly every inch of your body.

This was just the beginning of the night and oh boy, he truly found the right place and time. Between your legs. All night. And in the end, you begged him to marry you.

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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~Showering with ‘love’~ | (m)

genre: smut. pwp. fetish basically. crack??

pairing: jimin x reader

words: 3k+

warnings: blowjob, boob fondling. unprotected sex and other mentions of it. dirty talk. PEEING lmao idfk.

summary: Jimin has weird fetishes and oh; he also drank the recommended amount of water an adult should.

a/n: this is for my freak of a friend @parkmuse and her pEE fetish that i low-key maybe also have web kjerfudjnfbehdknws i know i said this type of stuff be a hard no from me but tbh i’d let all of bts pee on me. i hope you like this bri!!! it probably wasn’t as good or as dirty as u would have liked but i will try and write nastier stuff for my partner in crime who i send all my dirty fantasies to lol kjfdbcuirfckw.n. I hope u like this ily!!!!! -end sappy moment-

“Holy shit.” The heavy thump of your boyfriend taking a seat on the couch behind you is hardly a new occurrence for you to look back and ask if he’s okay. You were sitting on the floor near the couch, legs criss-crossed while you cut out the letters you had printed out for the poster that you were making for your charity dog wash. There was paper scattered everywhere on the coffee table and you really needed help with cutting out so many different letters and shapes and needed to make it interesting enough to catch the attention of the tens of kids who were usually out with their parents and dogs in the dog park near your flat.

But of course, Jimin had decided to go to the studio and practice with Hoseok and Jungkook for the charity event that you were holding.

“What now?” eyes never wavering while you tried to pristinely cut along the bold lines and not horribly mess up. You weren’t the best at with scissors let’s just say that. Jimin is still heaving behind you, probably doused in sweat and looking very much the walking temptation he is but you really needed to focus. The charity event was this weekend and you had so many more posters to make. And they all had to be handmade as well because it just seemed more authentic to you. Plus, that way people can hopefully tell how much this event meant to you and your boss will have to listen to you and expand the little family owned carwash in to a doggy wash too! Just the thought of working with the little puppers that lived in your neighbourhood had you cooing internally.

“Hoseok hyung is taking thisway too seriously. He made us practice the same move for over 2 hours babe. Two hours!” You know he’s throwing his hands in the air from exasperation without having to look behind you. Hoseok really was a perfectionist and that’s saying something after dating Jimin for almost two years and seeing how meticulous he was with his performances.

“I drank so much water and now I have to go pee but I’m so,” he lets out a loud, exaggerated groan – probably wanting your attention – “so, tired. Babe, look at me.” His cute little whine is what comes next.

Yup, you called it. You knew your boyfriend to the T. And also, you were glad he was drinking actual water for once and not alcohol or a fizzy drink. You put down the little funky ‘G’ you had cut out and finally look back at your pouting and – ugh, slightly stinky – boyfriend.

“I am looking. And smelling,” you’re scrunching your nose at him while you sniff towards his direction and he only kisses the air towards you, shooting you a wink. “Go take a shower you stinky poo.”

“Seriously? Stinky poo? I’m fucking roasted.” He’s shaking his head in mock defeat and you only just roll your eyes at him. You really needed to get this done.

“Well if you’re done roasting then please go shower and come help me with this.” And he’s whining again. What did this boy want?

“Jimin,” you call out his name in a warning while picking up the other shape to get some headway with this poster and maybe scare your cute boyfriend in to getting his supple butt in the shower quickly so he could help.

“Fine.” He drags out the word to probably buy more time and keep laying on the couch but another stern look from you has him scampering up from the couch. “I have to pee anyway. Ugh, I think I’m made of 90% water at this point.”

“Good. Your Sahara desert body probably needs it.” You can hear Jimin scoff from the bedroom while he yells out to you.

“Excuse you but I am always hydrated!”

“Drinking flavoured water doesn’t count!” You yell right back. “It’s practically a fizzy drink.”

“No it’s not!”

“Jimin just shower. Gosh.” You mutter under your breath but can’t help and laugh that he still insists on fighting with you about this topic.

It’s only been about 20 minutes until you hear the shower turn off and out comes Jimin and you could cry from happiness. Finally that turd can help you.

“What took you so long?” You’re gritting out from between your teeth without looking behind you – again. But this time, instead of hearing Jimin answer you, he opts for pressing himself against your back as he settles his legs on either side of you on the floor. You can feel his body heat and tell that he’s shirtless. The cool droplets of water that still clung to his hair fell on to your thin shirt when he nestles his head in the crevice between your neck ended and your shoulder blades started – pressing sweet, cool kisses with his plump lips.

“Jimin,” the word is said in a breath while you try to keep them even, feeling his kisses get wetter and wetter as he drags his lips up and down the length of your throat, threading his hands in your hair to tilt it back as he hums back in response.

“J-Jiminie- I n-need help with… with this.” He seems to be in no rush and neither does your body because it’s melting back in to his own.

“Or you need a break.” His words reverberate against your throat as his hands now decide to slither down towards your breasts, kneading them through your thin blouse. His legs have completely trapped you between them as they surround you – you can barely comprehend anything as it is because the only thing you can count on is you soiling your underwear prematurely and you would rather do that on Jimin’s cock.

But of course he had to always do things his way. It was a good thing you were adventurous too – just enough.

“J-Jimin…. Stop teasing. D-Do it already if you’re going to.” Your voice is breathy and you don’t sound nearly as assertive as you’d hoped to. All your demand does is make his chuckle while he unbuttons your shirt, vascular arms resting just beneath your heaving breasts and you just watch in amazement as he takes his time unbuttoning ever button with care. Opposite to how he usually is – taking off both of your clothes in a haste.

“How about you get me ready, hm?” the words press in close to your ear, his warm breath fanning across your lobe and making you shiver almost violently, “would you do that for me princess?”

There it was. Your weakness: the ‘princess’ card. You would jump off the empire state building if he asked you anything in this tone and the said word attached – damn it!

Jimin is pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses across your collar bone while his hands unclip your bra from behind – baring you completely from the top half of your body. His hands now gently massaging the heavy mounds in his stubby fingers which turn in to deliciously sharp pinches of your hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“O-Oh fuck. Jimin I-I’m going to c-cum like this if you don’t stop.” You positively sound like you’ve run a marathon which is the farthest thing from your mind – even if you do run marathons. Plus, Jimin was definitely more of a work out than running 10k.

“Then get to work.” You yelp as slaps you between the legs – the thump landing squarely in your clit even through the fabric and you swear you almost creamed your panties.

Finally, Jimin is sitting back so you can turn around and work him out of his sweats. You thank the lord above for sweatpants because that just means one less item of clothing you have to take off since Jimin obviously went commando under it. Judging from the curved shape of his length that continued to grow as you salivated for it in midst of taking them off. Jimin is just sitting back – arms and legs splayed as he watches you fumble off his sweatpants – almost looking at you like a Sultan ready to be serviced. The shit-eating grin on his face usually has you telling him off but you two hadn’t had sex in a week and that was a long while. At least for the two of you and especially Jimin who had a particularly large sex drive and sometimes sliding his cock in to you twice in a day whether it meant riding him or a morning quickie. So it wasn’t exactly your fault that you were eager. Who know – what with your busy schedules when you two would have time to screw each other’s brains out again.

“Wait, baby – let me sit on the couch.” Jimin sits up on the seat when you just stare at his lap wondering how you were going to suck him off as he sat on the floor with you. Thankfully, him being slightly more elevated means you can suck your boyfriend’s dick without anymore mishaps.

He’s opening his legs wide again – completely naked while you sit with your shorts still on while your breasts swing free. Perspiration lacing your body while Jimin still looked refreshed with his wet hair partially dried now. He’s grabbing his length enticingly – looking you straight in the eyes while his hand goes to his fully hardened cock – smearing the top half of the length with his creamy fluid – aiming it right at you.

“Come closer, princess. Have a taste.” His voice is a tantalising whisper towards the end and you’re almost drooling looking at his veiny member throbbing in his hands. Hurriedly – it’s as if you can’t bear to waste any more time just admiring Jimin with his cock in his hand while he looks at you expectantly, biting his lip cherry red. You lick your lips before slowly sliding his cock in your mouth, working the tips inside as you suck it gently with your lips tightly covering it like a seal.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s whisper is so close and throaty and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve heard and will hear probably. His hands have slid in your hair as he holds it to guide your mouth on his length – your head bobbing up and down as you slide more of its girth inside your mouth. Your mouth is quickly running out of space and you are already gagging obscenely on his cock. Good thing – that’s just the way Jimin liked it; messy.

“Fuck yeah. Good girl. Suck me harder baby.” His mouth has lost its filter and it’s only making you wetter. You realise you are most likely to come just like this after being on edge for so long – your panties sticking to your core – contoured perfectly to the shape of your pussy. Jimin’s hand is firm and his head is thrown back in pleasure – only breathy groans escaping.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck! You’re such a good cocksucker baby. S-So good.” He’s looking own at you again while your eyes peer right back. Your hands twist around the length that you weren’t able to fit in and saliva is dripping around your mouth while you moan around him. You’re sure the delicious vibrations are sending him even closer to the edge. You needed for him to finish so he could help you out otherwise yhou were going to faint from withdrawals.

“Fuck princess. I’m about to c-cum. Fuck wait!” You don’t stop – thinking it’s just him trying to stop you from making him cum. Instead your suck harder – lips stretched to almost painful width.

“y/n baby, stop. I-I think I’m going to pee in your mouth if you don’t!” And you’re off his length with a pornographic ‘pop’ as you catch in much needed air. You sit there on your knees while Jimin also catches his breath – looking slightly dishevelled and a bit confused. Or pained? Which one was it?

“W-What? Go to the bathroom then you nut!” Jimin is stroking his length once more and you just give him another incredulous look as if to ask ‘what are you doing.’

“I don’t know! I-It feels good but it feels like I’m going to pee ugh. Fuck my life.” His head is thrown back against the couch as he continues to tug and pull at his painfully hard cock – the wet sounds only making you hornier. And then you think; how bad could this be?

“You said you drank… a lot of water today right?”

“Yeah.” Jimin moans back his answer – squeezing the mushroom head of his cock and you’re mesmerised. Watching him jack off was a personal favourite. He looked like an Adonis with his abs clenching every single time he breathed out.

“So your pee can’t be that bad.. right?” Jimin’s head is shooting up so fast you almost flinch back at his eagerness.

“Yes.” His reply is firm and quick. Jimin has had this kink for a while but your worries about his diet and how unsanitary it would be to try had always kept you a bit wary of this but today he did drink a lot of water. Maybe you could… give it a try?

You sit up straight on your knees, placing both of your hands on his own knees with a determined look in your eyes. You were somehow incredibly turned while you watched the wheels turn in his head.

“Go ahead Jiminie… can’t believe I’m saying this but; you can pee on me.” His eyes are almost popping out of their sockets as he stares back – sinking further in to the couch as his legs spread further.

“A-Are you sure, y/n? you’re not grossed out? F-Fuck.” He’s moaning under his breath again and you point out with a groan of your own as you continue to eye his impressive length.

“Only because you’ve drunk a shitton of water and your pee won’t stink.” Your glare only lasts for a few seconds and you’re back to trying to be seductive - even just a smidge.

“O-Okay. Fuck this is so hot.” He’s sitting up slightly more as his gaze zeroes in on your breasts.

“Play with y-your tits baby. Fuck. That’s it. Pinch your nipples princess.” Your own head is now thrown back as you complete his requests – pinching your already tender nipples even more as each tug sends a wave of arousal out of you – making a mess of your panties.

“F-Fuck! Here it c-comes fuck fuck fuck-” from then on it’s an incoherent mess of curses and the name of Jesus being thrown around like he was praying. The first hot stream is right underneath your collarbone. Thankfully – it’s white and no unpleasant odour exists and you can’t help but moan when the next stream hits right on your nipple. Your eyes open and what you see has you moaning aloud. Jimin is jerking off his length almost violently fast as spurts of his urine land on your nipples – just like he’s aiming.

Each warm stream is almost stimulating your nipples with the sheer velocity of his aim. And just like that – a more thicker substance is now coating your breasts and you know Jimin has just cum.

“Fuck I’m cumming baby. I’m going to dirty up your tits even more.” He’s hissing between his teeth as he continues to milk is erection off his creamy substance while you rub the mixture of his urine with his pearly white cum in your breasts.

“Give me a-all of it Jiminie. I want your cum.” You can’t even tell anymore what’s pee and what’s his cum as he keeps dribbling on you and you keep on massaging your breasts – positively slick with his pee and his cum. The glide of you hand on your breasts is so smooth you never want to stop caressing them

Jimin is spent as he falls back on to the couch – his cock slightly flaccid in his lap but hardening soon after he catches his breath and watches you lost in your own world as you continue to rub your nipples. Pull, pinch and press on to them.

“Clean me up baby.” You swollen lips have encased his length with no hesitancy as you lap up his cum from the tip – knowing very well there could be traces left of urine as well. This was strangely hot to you too.

Maybe Jimin finally broke your gross fetish radar.

“J-Jimin.” You cry aloud when the ache in your pussy is ready to have you combusting on the spot.

“I’ll take care of you baby. Come up here princess.” His cooing has you climbing up in his lap as fast you can after taking off your jeans. As soon as you’re straddling his naked thighs, Jimin’s lips are descending down to your urine/cum coated nipples and lapping at them like he’s expecting milk to come out.

“Jimin.” The soft sigh has him finally positioning his length underneath you and all you want to do is scream in happiness when you finally slide down his cock – labia stretching around his thick intrusion.

“Can’t believe you let me do that baby. That was so hot I love you so much.” He’s mumbling the words around a mouthful of tit and you’re trying your hardest to not cry from the overwhelming pleasure and relief.

“O-Only b-because you d-drank so much water. Ungh J-Jimin!” He’s begun thrusting up in to you from beneath – his balls slapping obscenely against your ass as he holds it between his hands. You were surely going to find prints on it tomorrow because it seems like this s just the beginning.

Jimin makes you cum three times that day and by the time he’s don with you – it’s nightfall and no work is done on the cut-outs for the doggy wash because you’re so tired afterwards that you don’t have the energy to get up and finish or ask Jimin to while you both pant – trying to catch your breath after he takes you missionary – mostly making love to you the last time while his fingers rub your clit to another orgasm.

The next morning – you find that Jimin has left for his practice again and what do you know; the cut-outs are done and placed tidily on the coffee table in the living room with a note with them – probably from Jimin.

Ugh you loved him so much. Of course you would let him pee on you.

a/n: pls still follow me rj bkfjeneined

#jimin x reader #drabble #hobiwonder #yeah idk #i hope u guys like it too!!

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Just My Luck; Part 5

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. John and Reader spend the week together, exploring the city and getting to know each other in person. Throughout the course of the week, the tension builds...

Warnings: cussing, slow burn, some angst, kissing

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: She Is Long. But this is probably my favorite part I've written so far (including the stuff I’ve written ahead lol) just because you get to see so much of John and Reader’s relationship develop in really sweet, cute, and spicy ways. As always, feedback is loved and appreciated

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (Epilogue), Masterlist

(let’s pretend this suit is gray and his shirt’s white and unbuttoned; this is what John wears to dinner on Friday)

(this is what Reader wears to dinner on Friday)

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The rest of the week was wonderful, and you couldn’t believe how fast it went by.

On Sunday, John thought it would be best and easiest to go somewhere lowkey, so he took you to Hyde Park, spending the day walking through it. He was quite knowledgeable about it and gave you a good tour. About midday you had stopped and had a little picnic in the grass. This time, it was Johnny who found an excuse to feed you something, savoring the moment between you two.

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On Monday, Roger and Freddie decided it was their turn. They took you to Kensington Market, Johnny in tow. Wandering around the stalls, they showed you where they used to sell clothes before Queen was formed. Laughing and joking the whole time with the two lively boys, you noticed Johnny sulking a bit but every time you tried to check with him, he either brushed you off or you were interrupted by Roger and Freddie. During lunch, you fed him a couple of your fries since his meal didn’t come with any, causing Rog and Fred to share a surprised but cheeky look that neither of you caught.

That night, you decided to spend more time with Johnny since you almost hadn’t all day. You asked him to show you his bass and he was happy to. Set up in his bedroom with the door mostly closed, he explained to you how it worked and how he learned to play it. Sitting next to him on the bed, you were very aware of how close he was.

You found it really interesting and loved the way he talked about it with such passion. Getting up the nerve, you asked him, “Do you think you could show me how to play?”

“Yeah, of course!” he shifted and handed you the bass, helping you place it in your lap the way he had. It was heavier and longer than you thought, but with a little adjusting, you got it so it felt comfortable in your hands. Trying to show you how to hold your hands, he had to twist his arm uncomfortably over and under the neck of the bass.

You realized it wasn’t going to work this way and suggested, “Johnny, this isn’t working. I think- I think you should just sit behind me.”

He gulped and said, “I mean, if you think so. I could make this work.”

“No, it will be much easier on your arm and for me to see if you’re showing me from behind,” you reasoned, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at your own words.

He climbed around and sat behind you, legs spreading wide as yours closed, trying not to make each other uncomfortable with too much contact. Of course, there had to be quite a lot of touching in order for him to be able to reach the bass and see what he was doing. With his chest pressed against your back, he leaned forward to look over your shoulder, getting a faceful of your hair. He laughed awkwardly and moved your hair behind your shoulder, fingers brushing against your neck. His movement sent shivers down your spine, and you shuddered into his body.

He cleared his throat and said, “Okay, so if you put your fingers like this,” he positioned your fingers against the frets. “And your other hand can pluck the strings like this,” he said, showing you how to pull back instead of up on the strings. You copied his movements, albeit much clumsier, and produced a nominally similar sound to the one he had.

He kept showing you different chords and you got to the point where recognizable notes were being played. Soon, though, your fingers began to hurt due to the thick and abrasive strings.

“Ow,” you said, wincing and pulling your hands away from the strings. Johnny grabbed your hands and looked at them, seeing that the skin was an angry red from the friction.

“Sorry about that. I forgot how much it hurts when you start playing the bass. Mine have been callused so long I don’t feel it at all anymore,” he told you while examining your fingertips. You took your hands from his and grabbed his instead, turning them over and seeing the calluses he was talking about. You felt the hard skin on each finger then traced your nails over them, feeling the tough ridges underneath. He closed his hands over yours and you looked up at him. His head was tilted to look at you too, your faces mere inches apart. The look in his eyes was intense and compelling. Without your knowing, you started moving closer the same time as he did. You were breathing each other’s air, and the combination of that as well as your close proximity was making you dizzy. Just an inch away from each other now, the door swung open, accompanied by a talking Brian.

“Deaky, y/n? Are you in here-- oh, there you are,” he stopped, seeing how close the two of you were. As soon as you saw him, you turned and leaned forward over the bass as Johnny leaned back and started getting out from behind you. “I was just wondering if you guys wanted dessert. Rog brought some pastries from the bakery down the street,” Brian explained awkwardly.

“That’d be great! I love pastries!” you answered, probably a little too enthusiastically.

“Well, they’re in the kitchen,” Brian replied, turning and leaving as quickly as he could.

You turned back to Johnny, finding him standing just in front of you, motioning to grab his bass. “Why don’t you go and get a pastry. I’ll put away the bass, just save me one with chocolate,” he requested, still a little red in the face and not quite meeting your eyes.

You nodded and handed him the bass, leaving quickly and heading first for the bathroom. Once inside, you splashed your face with water as you suddenly felt way too hot. That wasn’t just my imagination, you thought. We almost just kissed. You shook your head and placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating out of control. Trying to get yourself together, you took a few deep breaths and then headed to the kitchen, just in time to save Johnny that chocolate pastry and get a raspberry one for yourself.

For the rest of the night, you and John kept some distance and only got close for what was now your daily goodnight hug.

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The next day, you woke up to an empty apartment. This struck you as odd, but in the kitchen you found a note:

y/n-

Got pulled into the studio but should be done by 2:00 pm. Here’s a key if you want to leave before then.

-Johnny x

You took this opportunity to call Jeanne. When you had first called her from London and told her who John actually was, including the part about meeting all of Queen, she freaked out. (You had called your mom with the same news and all she had said was “That’s nice, honey.”) You had to hold the phone away from your ear for a solid minute because all she did was yell, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Hoping that she was less excited this time, you dialed her number.

It was 8:00 am in London, so it was midnight in Seattle, and knowing Jeanne, she would definitely still be up. She answered right away.

“Hello?”

“Jeanne, it’s me,” you told her.

“Oh, hello, y/n! Called to tell me about your Queen escapades again?” she asked, eagerly.

“Not exactly. I actually wanted to tell you about something that didn’t happen but almost did,” you replied.

“That doesn’t sound ominous,” she remarked sarcastically. “What’s up?”

“I’m pretty sure Johnny and I almost kissed,” you admitted, quietly.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” she yelled, and you had to pull the phone away from your ear yet again. “What do you mean by almost??”

“Well, we were sitting on his bed and he was teaching me how to play his bass,” you started but were cut off by Jeanne’s snickers.

“I’m sure he was. Very necessary to be on his bed, huh? I see what’s going on,” she said suggestively.

“Jeanne, it wasn’t anything like that. He had to sit behind me so he could guide my movements.”

“Behind you!? Guide your movements?! Tell me you’re saying this just to mess with me. You can’t be that naive about how that sounds,” she implored.

“Get your head out of the garbage,” you scolded her. “Anyway, my fingers began to hurt because of the strings, so I stop playing and he looked at them. He told me about how his fingers are all callused now, so I looked at his fingers and the next thing I know, our lips are practically touching and I’m about to pass out from how overwhelming the whole thing was!” you exclaim, getting louder yourself as you tell the story.

“Oh, y/n. You really do get caught up in those sorts of things, don’t you. Just tell me this, why in the world did you not kiss him?” she asked, impatient for your answer.

“Brian walked in to offer us the desserts that Rog had brought everyone.”

“Oh, ha ha ha,” she laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, just Brian May, best guitarist in the world, interrupted me kissing John Deacon, bass playing rockstar, to ask us if we wanted cookies that Roger Taylor, oh I’m sorry, Rog, hottest man on earth, casually dropped off for everyone,” Jeanne said, mocking you, voice dripping with sarcasm and envy.

“Okay, well, I didn’t ask for any of this. And, just in case you didn’t get the memo, I’m freaking out over here!” you cried.

“Why oh why are you freaking out, dear y/n?” Jeanne said, with just the barest amount of seriousness.

“Because I almost kissed Johnny! That can’t happen. We can’t be together, we can’t ruin our friendship for just a kiss before I go back to Tournai and then Seattle for the rest of my life!” you explained, starting to breathe heavily.

“Hey, take a deep breath and try to calm down. I personally don’t see what’s wrong with kissing him and leaving, it’s not like you have to see him everyday, you can still write letters to him. Plus, if it leads to more action, you can always brag that you fucked a rockstar,” she reasoned, and you could almost hear the smirk on her face as she told you.

“You know I’m not the type of person that just fucks someone to fuck them. Plus, I’m not sure that if I opened that door I could ever close it,” you replied.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeanne sighed, sad that she wasn’t in your shoes. “I kind of don’t know what to tell you, other than if you don’t want to get into that situation, you shouldn’t kiss him. Maybe put a little distance, like physical distance, in between you two from now on,” she offered.

“I guess you’re right. I just hope it’s not too awkward or noticeable that I am. Thanks for the advice and for listening. You should probably get to sleep,” you reminded her.

“True. Just remember, I won’t judge you if you do decide to take things further. Just do what feels right, in more ways than one,” she replied, causing the both of you to laugh. The two of you said goodbye and you sat on the couch for another couple of minutes, thinking, before deciding to start the day.

On your own, you decided to go down to that bakery and get breakfast there since you had loved the pastries so much. Afterwards, you went for a walk and after a while, found yourself at the Natural History Museum. Wandering around the exhibits, you lost track of the time, and when you finally looked at your watch, it was half past 2:00. Realizing you hadn’t left a note and Johnny was probably back at his place by now, you went to the public telephone in the museum and tried your luck calling his number. He picked up on the first ring.

“y/n?” he said, before either of you even said hello.

“Yeah, Johnny, it’s me,” you replied.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” he asked nervously.

“Johnny, I’m fine. I’m just at the Natural History Museum. I got distracted by the exhibits and lost track of time. Sorry I didn’t leave a note. I didn’t expect to be gone so long,” you apologized.

“Oh okay, um, it’s fine. Sorry if I sounded freaked out, I was just a little worried,” he explained.

“You don’t need to apologize for caring about me, Johnny,” you told him.

He smiled at your words and offered, “I can come by and pick you up. I’ll be there in like five minutes and we can grab a snack.”

“Sounds good, I’ll wait outside. See you soon,” you replied and hung up.

He took almost exactly five minutes and you hopped into the van. Giving you a bright smile, you could see the relief on his face.

“So, I can get a late lunch with you right now, but I’ll have to drop you back at the flat ‘cause I have to go back to the studio,” he told you with a sorry look.

“What? No, you have to take me there with you!” you exclaimed.

“Are you serious? Would you really want to go to the studio?” he asked, unsure.

“Of course! I could never forgive myself, and neither could Jeanne, if I didn’t take the opportunity to hear Queen recording in studio,” you replied. He chuckled at your words and accepted your request.

The two of you headed to Jimmy’s for a quick lunch, sharing an order of fish and chips.

After, he took you to the studio. Walking in, you saw all of the silver and gold records from other bands as well as Queen, staring at each one as you went by. John had to drag you away from them to go into the recording studio and meet the boys. As soon as they saw you walk in, all three of them stood up and rushed over to you.

“y/n!”

“What are you doing here, love?”

“It’s wonderful to see you here, darling!” Brian, Roger, and Freddie said, respectively. They all reached to hug you at the same time, ending up in one big group hug.

“I just had to see you guys in action. See the magic happen,” you explained, flattering them.

“Well, we’ve been waiting on Deaky to record his part, so while he goes and does that, you can hang out in here with us,” Freddie told you excitedly.

“You sure you’ll be okay with that, y/n?” Johnny checked with you.

“Of course. I’ll get to spend some time with the boys and will get to see you play for real, not just showing me a couple notes,” you reassured, laughing a little at how protective he was still being.

He nodded and then walked to the recording booth and took out his bass, tuning it a little. You were ready to watch him intently when Freddie interrupted.

“So, y/n, what’s this I hear about you and Deaky sharing a moment?” Freddie said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“I- what- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered as you tried to cover for yourself, feeling your cheeks get hot as your eyes got bigger.

“Oh, don’t try to deny it, love, Brian told us all about it,” Roger informed you to Brian’s dismay.

“What? Brian why would you tell them? There isn’t even anything to tell!” you questioned, glaring at him as he avoided your gaze.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he said, finally glancing at your face. “They wanted to know why you two were acting so strange that night and it just slipped out.”

“This is so embarrassing! Nothing even happened,” you told them, covering your face with your hands.

“And why not? You know that Deaky’s a catch. It’s obvious that you two have feelings for each other,” Freddie tried to reason. “Don’t think we’ve missed all the other signs of physical chemistry.”

“What do you even mean? Physical chemistry?” you asked.

“Come on, y/n. The way you guys are always looking at each other, the goodnight hugs, literally eating out of each other’s hands,” Roger commented with a smirk.

“Not to mention the state I found you guys in during that ‘bass lesson,’” Brian joined.

You scoffed at their statements but found yourself thinking about it from an outside perspective. You knew that you felt something towards Johnny, whatever that might be, but you hadn’t really considered how he felt towards you. Looking to the recording booth, you could see him focused on the part he was playing. Almost as soon as you looked at him, he looked up and smiled at you. Smiling back nervously, you could feel your heart and mind starting to give into the idea of you and Johnny together.

The boys let you stay quiet throughout the rest of his recording session as you watched John, figuring that they had gotten into your head enough for one day. After John was done on his part, they all joined him and recorded the better part of a whole song together. Just watching gave you goosebumps. When they were done, you sang their praises, earning another group hug from them.

Driving back to John’s apartment that night, it was just the two of you. Brian, Roger, and Freddie all had dates or parties to go to, but you were happy to spend the time with John at his home.

He made grilled cheese for dinner, and although he called them cheese toasties, you were glad to have a reminder of home. Moving into the living room, he offered to play music and you gladly agreed. He walked over to their record player and collection of records, rifling through them to find a specific album. He picked one up, looked it over, and then smelled it.

You laughed and asked, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m smelling the record,” he replied, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah I can see that, but why?”

“Haven’t you ever smelled a record?”

“I mean, I always thought they were more for listening, so no, I’ve never smelled a record,” you answered.

“Well, let’s remedy that right now,” he said and walked over to you, holding the record to your nose.

You grabbed his wrist to steady it and inhaled. “Mmm, it smells like old books,” you hummed.

It took him a second to respond because he was staring at your hand on his wrist. Clearing his throat, he said, “Yeah, um, that’s what I like about it.”

Releasing his wrist and instead grabbing the record, you saw that it was With the Beatles. “This is one of their older albums, right?” you asked him.

“Yeah, it’s their second one. I like this one because it reminds me of being a kid and just getting into music,” he replied and went to put the record on.

Throughout dinner, the two of you talked, mainly about the songs as each came up. He knew a lot about each of the songs. Who wrote them, who sang what parts, and what instruments they each played. It reminded you a lot of Jeanne.

As the album came to an end, he suggested that you go find another one to play. You walked over and examined the collection, “Wow, I’m surprised it’s arranged alphabetically,” you joked.

“Yeah, that’s all Brian and me. You should see Roger’s and Freddie’s. Absolute disasters,” he replied, and you laughed along with him.

You found what you were looking for and hiding it from John’s view with your body, you put it on. With the first note, he recognized it.

“Abbey Road, nice choice,” he told you.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you recognize the song, considering the bass. It’s my favorite album of theirs,” you explained, sitting back down at the table next to him. “Come Together” played, and the two of you reacted to all of the weird things that Lennon sang.

As it faded, you got excited, “The next one is my favorite. I love ‘Something,’” you gushed.

John liked seeing you so excited, watching you sway as the song started. Suddenly, he stood and reached his hand out to you with a sweet smile, “May I have this dance?”

You nodded, taking his hand and walking to the empty space in the room. He put one hand about six inches above your waist, always respectful, keeping a hold of the other as you placed your free hand on his shoulder. His arms were more outstretched, so he held you about a foot away from him. While you appreciated his respect for your space, you decided that wasn’t close enough. You began inching the hand that was on his shoulder around to his back as well as bending your other arm to close the distance. You did this until your bodies were touching and his hand had slipped down to your waist. Swaying together for a minute and stealing glances at each other’s faces, you hummed along with the song while he softly tapped out the rhythm against your waist. Feeling incredibly safe and happy, you maneuvered your body so you could rest your head against his chest. Following you, John leaned his head down so his mouth was next to your ear and his breath was tickling your neck. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest as well as his breath washing over you, you began to feel overwhelmed with what you hoped wasn’t love.

Doing your best not to freak out and trying to stay in the moment, you buried your face further into John’s warm chest. Your closeness and vulnerability captivated John and he found himself pressing a kiss to your hair.

All too soon, the song ended, abruptly waking the two of you from your reverie with “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.” You both laughed at the change of pace and disentangled yourselves. Instead of going back to the table, you sat on the couch next to each other. Again, you talked and listened to the album, only moving so that John could flip the record. When John came back to the couch and sat down, it was closer than before. This time, your arms were pressing against each other. With Side 2 of the record, both of you were more quiet. At one point during “Here Comes the Sun,” John lifted his arm and placed it behind you on the couch. During “Because,” it started slipping to the tops of your shoulders and you leaned into his side. By the time that “Mean Mr. Mustard,” was playing, your head was on his shoulder again, he was playing with the ends of your hair, and your hand was resting on his thigh. As the song went on, your eyes grew heavier and the two of you stopped talking. Blinking slowly, you were watching your own hand on his thigh tracing along the corduroy of his pants. You fully relaxed into him and finally fell asleep with the soft lullabye of the beginning bars of “Golden Slumbers.” John followed soon after.

When Brian got home and walked in, he saw your intermingled, sleeping forms and chuckled to himself. He turned off the long-finished album and tiptoed into his bedroom. It was the soft click of his door that woke you up. Breathing in deeply, you opened your eyes and found that you were almost completely on top of John. He had slumped down in his sleep, allowing you to lay pretty much your entire torso on him, with your arm thrown around his waist to keep you in place. His arm was around your own waist, and your face was completely pressed against his chest, while his was dropped down against your shoulder. Essentially, you were in the same position you had been while dancing, except this time, asleep on the couch. Cringing at your actions, you said a silent thank you that at least your legs were kept to yourself. You peeled yourself from the still sleeping John, and just as you fully extracted yourself, you saw his eyes fluttering open.

“Mmm, what time is it?” he asked you.

You looked at your watch and informed him, “Wow, already 1:00am. We’d better actually go to sleep.”

John nodded his agreement and got up to go to his room so he could change into his pajamas. While he was doing that, you grabbed the sheets and blankets that were folded on the armchair to set up the makeshift bed he slept on every night. Since he had given you his room for the week, you figured it was the least you could do. He was back quickly and the two of you looked at each other for a second before moving into your goodnight hug.

From your spot next to his ear, you whispered, “Goodnight, Johnny. Thank you for worrying about me today. I appreciate how much you care.”

John pulled back to see your face and when he did, you leaned forward, kissing his cheek. With that, you let go and walked to his room to get ready for bed, leaving him to whisper back softly, “Goodnight, y/n,” while reaching his hand up to the spot on his cheek you had kissed.

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Wednesday passed without too much happening. John had decided that it would be a good day for the more touristy things since it was the middle of the week, and the two of you checked off your list.

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On Thursday, John had to go back to the studio, but invited you along right away. You spent the day listening to and watching them work, even giving them advice or your opinion when they asked for it. There were a couple breaks when John was busy. During these, Brian, Roger, and Freddie invited you into the recording booth to play their instruments, teasing you and saying how they knew you just loved to learn.

Brian taught you basic chords on his guitar while standing next to you. Freddie taught you “Heart and Soul”, sitting on the piano bench together. But Roger had to lean over you to guide the drumstick in your hand as he taught you a simple beat. Each time this happened, John would come back while you were still playing, and whoever was teaching you would get an angry stare from him, especially Roger. They would quickly back off and you would go back to the control room to watch the whole band play together.

The work day finished at about 9:00pm, and all five of you went to dinner and drinks at a nearby pub, staying out quite late, but having a ton of fun all together. With the drinks in your system and the music playing loudly, you and John danced with each other again, getting handsier as the night went on. In the taxi ride back, you crashed, and John had to carry you up the stairs and into his room, tucking you in and kissing your forehead before going to sleep on the couch himself.

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Friday was your last full day there. You had to fly out Saturday so that you could prep for the next four weeks of teaching. This meant that you and Johnny were going to spend every possible moment together and he told you he was taking you to a special dinner that night.

During the day, you two walked through the streets of London, enjoying each other’s company and talking. Every so often, you would stop in a little shop to look around. In one shop, you found a ring that reminded you of Johnny. It was simple, just a silver ring with a flat circle on top, but you thought he would like it. You bought it while he was distracted by some slightly gaudy outfits he thought Freddie might like.

Back outside of the store, you revealed what you had done, “I got you something. Something to remember me by when I leave.” You took the ring out of the little drawstring back in your pocket and presented it to him. “Do you like it?”

“Of course, I love it,” he replied, switching his eyes back and forth between you and the ring. When he didn’t move to grab it, you took his hand, and tried it on a few fingers before deciding it fit and looked the best on the middle finger of his right hand. Once you were satisfied, he gave you a hug and thanked you.

The next couple of stores you guys went into, you saw him scanning the store like he was searching for something. Finally, four stores later when you were looking at the handbags for Jeanne, he found what he was looking for.

Just like you, he waited to show you. Seeing a park, he suggested walking through it and then relaxing in the sun for awhile. Once the two of you were seated, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what he had found for you.

“I got you something, too,” he said anxiously. He held it out in his hand and you looked at it. It was a ring, much like the one you had gotten for him. It was silver and had a flat circle too, but on that circle, there was a compass rose. This time, he grabbed your hand and slipped it on your left hand’s middle finger, saying, “So we can find our way back to each other.”

Your heart stopped at his words and you threw yourself at him in a hug. You had to kneel to be able to reach his neck while he sat, pulling him tightly into you as he did the same. You tangled your right hand in his long hair while the other was reached around to the right side of his neck and buried your face there, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe how close you two had become in just seven days in person, and you couldn’t imagine living life away from him as you were going to have to do in just a day.

“Oh Johnny, thank you,” you said through a choked sob, trying to hold yourself together.

John knew why you were crying and felt sad himself, but hearing your weak voice and feeling your repressed sobs against his body cause tears to start to prick at his eyes as well. He held you and rubbed your back and you collapsed against him, relying on his support. Through your cries that were muffled in his neck and hair, you could still hear his small sniffles and every so often, feel him swallowing hard to keep his own cries from spilling out. After a couple of minutes, his touch calmed you down, and you pulled away, laughing a little at the wetness your tears had left on his neck and chest. You rubbed your hand against his throat to dry it off a little until you felt his hands slide up your back. One reached the side of your neck and stayed there, the other coming forward to grab your to chin so you looked at him. With that same hand, he wiped the remainder of your tears away then rested it on your cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked, searching your eyes and face for any more signs of despair.

You nodded against his hands and chuckled weakly, “Yeah, just really grateful for you.”

“Me too,” he replied, letting you go. He stood up and offered you his hand, pulling you up next to him. This time, he didn’t let go of your hand and continued to hold it as the two of you left the park.

He let you choose where to have lunch, and you decided on Jimmy’s, wanting to see the old man one more time before leaving.

That afternoon, you headed back to his flat to get ready for dinner. Johnny had told you to dress nice, and you were glad that Jeanne had convinced you to bring your nicest dress just in case. It was black, with a sheer pattern across your shoulders and neck, and chiffon bell sleeves as well as a flowy skirt after a tied waist. Getting ready, you put on a little extra makeup and did your hair half-up. Stepping out of his bedroom, you saw that all of the boys were there, you assumed because Brian had spilled the beans about the dinner, but your eyes were drawn straight to Johnny. He was wearing a gray suit jacket and pants, with a simple white button down underneath. He had left the first three buttons undone and you could see his collarbones and the top of his sternum easily, an intoxicating sight to say the least. Just outside of his room, you stood staring at him until Freddie looked over and saw you a minute later.

“Darling! You look absolutely gorgeous!” he exclaimed, drowning out John’s soft gasp and “wow.” Freddie ran over to hug you, but was careful of your makeup and hair. He led you over to the others, giving them a chance to greet you as well.

Brian smiled his kind smile at you and gave you a hug, saying, “You look beautiful, y/n.”

Roger took his turn next, kissing you on the cheek then whispering in your ear, “You’re gonna give John a heart attack, making him look at you in that dress all night.”

You laughed at his comment and hit him lightly on the arm. John squinted his eyes at the interaction, but forgot all about it when you walked over to him. “You look stunning,” he said softly.

“You look very handsome yourself,” you replied, confidently, masking the nervousness you felt.

“Ready?” he asked and you nodded. He offered his arm to you and you took it, walking with him out the door, turning and waving as you went.

Once you two were out of the flat, Freddie said to Brian and Roger, “They grow up so fast,” receiving eye rolls from the other two.

On the way to the restaurant, you two sat silently, just listening to the radio play a song called “Silly Love Songs,” and humming along. After parking a little ways from the restaurant, the two of you got out and John offered his arm to lead you to it. He was taking you to The Ivy, a place that you had heard of even in Seattle, as it was always mentioned in magazines about celebrities. You walked in and John spoke to the host about your reservation, the man immediately leading you to a table/booth combo in the back left corner, allowing you two to be a little secluded. John let you have the booth side and took the cushy chair instead. After looking at the menu, you both ordered your food and then a sommelier came over and helped you pick wines that would pair well. You spent the meal talking and laughing, and, as always, shared each other’s food and wine to go with it. After a delicious meal and even better dessert, John paid, then you and he left, thanking the staff for the meal.

It was a beautiful night, and the two of you decided to go on a stroll. This time, you took his hand first, and interlaced your fingers with his own. In a couple minutes, you had reached the Thames and you were right by the London Bridge. Staring across the water, he put his arm around your shoulders and you put yours around his waist. You shivered a bit due to the breeze coming off the water and tried to nestle further into his warmth, but he pulled away. Confused, you looked up and saw that he was taking off his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders just like that first night. He let his hands rest on your shoulders, holding on to the lapels of his jacket.

You gave him a sweet smile. “Thanks, but you’re going to be too cold too with your shirt like that,” you teased, and reached up to button the lower two buttons that were undone. You moved your hands across his chest, smoothing out the fabric, and then up to the collar of his shirt. You fiddled with the collar a little, not looking him in the eye.

“y/n,” he murmured, and you looked up, making eye contact. His gaze was intense and you could actually see your own face in the reflection of his eyes. That reflection got bigger and bigger as you both started pulling lightly on the collars you were holding. Eyes flicking back and forth from each other’s mouths and eyes, the distance closed quickly, as if you were being pulled by magnets. In the last second, you realized what was happening and gasped nearly imperceptively, starting to panic. That panic, however, was washed away as soon as your lips touched.

The kiss was intense but slow, as if neither of you wanted to scare the other away with too much enthusiasm or movement. You poured everything that you wouldn’t or couldn’t say out loud into the kiss, feeling as though John was doing the same. Kissing him, you could feel that door you had mentioned to Jeanne start to open, and because of that, you felt yourself getting emotional again, your throat aching and eyes starting to burn. You knew you had to stop before you couldn’t. It took everything you had to wrench yourself from the kiss, just as John was moving his hands into your hair. Both his and your eyes snapped open, and you paused, panting slightly. You looked down but could feel his confused eyes on your face.

“I’m sorry, Johnny. That was- um- that was probably not the best idea,” you uttered, almost inaudibly. You let go of his collar and he dropped his hands to his sides from your hair.

“You’re right, I’m sorry too,” he replied, stepping away from you.

The two of you seemed to silently agree it was time to leave. Not talking, you walked back to the van. Again, the only sound was the radio, this time playing “Someone Saved My Life Tonight,” by Elton John, according to the DJ.

You got back to the apartment, and again, it was empty. You gave Johnny back his jacket and let him go into his room to get ready to sleep. With what you knew would be your last good night hug, you held on to John as long as possible, pulling away only after he did.

Going to his room, you did your nightly routine and then laid in the dark, thinking. Your mind was stuck on the feeling of his lips against yours and how good it had felt. In the moment, most of what you had felt was sadness, but now you felt something else too, hunger. If you hadn’t been thinking about the consequences, you would have let it go much further. You thought about what it would be like to be with John, to let it go further, and began to feel heat low in your abdomen. Tossing and turning, it became unbearable to just sit and think about. You had to do something. Mind drunk with desire and inhibitions mostly gone, you got up and walked with purpose to the door. Taking a deep breath, you opened it and stepped back in shock. Standing right in front of it with his hand raised, ready to knock, was Johnny.

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haiyuta · 5 years

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Missing You (m) || Wonwoo

req: Hi hi hi can I request a Wonwoo/youngbin smut (these men can push me against a wall any day any time) where you're a surgical intern and he makes a surprise visit to your hosp n then things get heated in the on call room ☺🔫🔥 you're writings great btw I legit said a prayer when I saw requests were open! Have a great day boo 💛

wordcount: 1.5k+ || Genre: kissing, eating out, love, hurried, office sex

a/n: Hope you like I placed this in the intern office then a call room sorry lol not a big difference ittle editing thou lol.

Sighing you moved your neck left and right to fix that annoying crook in your neck. The hospital was busy today and you and your fellow interns just finished up an open heart observation. Prepping you guys for when you had to start practicing with the surgeon soon.

Shoving your hands into your white lab coat you followed the group downstairs to the cafeteria as they chatted among themselves. Being an intern wasn't hard it was fun at times mostly stressful with the surgeries and wound clean up after.

Getting downstairs you sighed looking at your phone no text or calls from Wonwoo recently. He was a busy bee as well as being an idol. While you were busy with this internship it did cause a little stress on the relationship. But it wasn't anything you couldn't handle you loved Wonwoo.

Grabbing your coffee you half listened to the conversation of the other interns they were talking about college or coffee one of those things.

Before you could leave you felt someone grab your wrist firmly. Looking up your breath caught your throat seeing your boyfriend. "Wonwoo," you smiled looking at him.

"Sorry am I interrupting something," he asked. You shivered at his deep voice loving the way he spoke.

"Oh no I was just grabbing coffee with some of the other interns," you said gesturing toward them. They seemed star struck by the appearance of Wonwoo.

"Good," he said giving a small grin. "I'm Jeon Wonwoo pleased to meet the people Y/n works with," he said politely.

A various hellos came out of there mouths still in disbelief that he was your significant other. "Would you mind if I take Y/n for a little bit," he asked.

"No we don't mind at all," your fellow intern peeped up.

You smiled waving bye to them as Wonwoo lead you away from them. Walking away so they didn't see you freak out you went and hugged him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you snuggled close to him "I missed you so much," you said filled with joy.

He returned the hug "I missed you too babe," he said. Smiling you pulled away to look at Wonwoo he had his handsome grin on, his hair was still a deep black and his skin clear.

Sighing you let go of him your hand involuntary found his. "So what do I have the pleasure to see you here," you asked him.

Wonwoo gave a small smile "I finished some photoshoots early and wanted to see my you at work and maybe treat you to some dinner," he said grinning.

Smiling "Sure let me grab my purse from the intern office," you said going toward the elevator. Being with your boyfriend made your heart so full. He was busy you were busy and seeing one another was so limited.

"Welcome to the office," you grinned opening showing off the desk cubical you're was in the back on the side.

"Wow you guys get an office area I feel like I'm back in high school," he commented walking around the empty office.

"It's nice," you added back digging through your stuff trying to find your purse your wallet your makeup.

"Remember that one time at the dorms where we were caught making out by Vernon," Wonwoo said strolling toward you.

You blushed at the memory "and he just backed away slowly he couldn't look us in the eyes all that day," you continued the story.

Wonwoo chuckled leaning on the side of your desk. Sighing you got up and looked at him "I can't find my makeup," you frowned a bit.

He shrugged "it's okay you look fine," he added. Leaning over he grabbed your wrist "and you look really cute in that lab coat," he praised again.

You rolled your eyes "I look like a big dork," you said.

Wonwoo shook his head "you look like a smart surgeon and I can't wait till I can boost that my beautiful girlfriend saves people lives and how she's so smart and hardworking," he said.

Your heart swooned at those words. It always felt so wonderful being praised by him. Leaning over you placed your self in his hold. without words, he leaned in to give you a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered close as you kissed Wonwoo. His one arm placed itself on your hip and the other on your chin lifting it up for a better angle.

The slow kiss was so sensual as you opened your mouth letting his tongue press into yours. You quietly moaned into the kiss wanting Wonwoo. Being so busy both of you didn't have this time to have this alone time.

Pulling away you grinned already feeling arousal swell better the both of you. "We really shouldn't do this in my office," you bite your lip in confliction.

Wonwoo looked around "We shouldn't but doesn't mean you don't want to," he grinned.

Smiling you made the quick decision looking at the door. "Fine lock the door you're just lucky you're cute," you smiled.

Wonwoo winked at you pulling away from you and strolled to the door locking it quickly. "That should give us some privacy," he said coming back over to you. Clearing your desk of paperwork you felt him place you on the desk.

"I missed you so much" he admitted as he came to kiss you once again. Opening your legs you let him place himself there ever so nicely.

You hummed in agreement as you kissed one another. You felt him pull off your white lab coat revealing your dress top.

Gasping you felt him press his erection against your slacks. "Can I," he asked for permission to take off your pants.

"Of course babe," you mumbled already feeling the lust and want between the two of you.

Looking up at his dark eyes filled with lust. He leaned over to give you another kiss. His hands roamed in a hurried manner. You knew he loved teasing your body but right now in the office he couldn't spend forever taking care of each other for hours.

Feeling him lean down he opened your legs revealing your bareness. His small slit-like eyes looked up at you as he gave your thigh kisses all the way toward your core. You moaned feeling his arms open them and keep them open. He gave winked up at you as his black hair tickled your lower stomach.

You felt his lips meet yours him a slow kiss making you vibrate with wanting direct contact. Once his warm tongue met your slit you let out a moan. "Hm Wonwoo," you praised as he ate you out. He was gentle and sensual as he gave you soft kisses and warm licks across.

"Fuck," you moaned feeling warmth flow through your body. You gripped his hair loving the way his silky hair felt. He was attentive as he gave slow licks with his warm tongue. Letting out another moan you were shaky.

"Won," you moaned quietly feeling the tense rise in your body. It felt so good you wanted him to give you more and more.

He pulled away "I want us to come together right Y/n," Wonwoo said standing up.

Panting you moaned "mmh right," you said pushing closer to your boyfriend. You hurriedly unbuttoned his pants revealing his boxer briefs.

"So eager," he hummed smirking.

Your eyes searched his face with want. "Can I taste myself," you asked wanting to kiss him and just taste yourself.

Raising an eyebrow he grinned as he gave you an open mouth kiss. Moaning into the kiss you felt him push him into you.

The erotic kiss caused a shiver of arousal to pool in your stomach. "Please," you begged the feeling of Wonwoo pressing into you deeper.

"Oh fuck I missed this," his head feel and his deep voice vibrated into your throat. You silently agreed as he slowly fucked you. It was slow and sensual as he fucked you.

He thrust into just right making that tense rise. You leaned over and grabbed his hair once again and hugged his body close as he gave you even strokes.

"I love you so much," you moaned out in love. Gosh, this was so wrong fucking your boyfriend in your intern office but it felt so right.

"Hm I love you Y/n," he repeated back as his thrust became deeper and more desperate. Wonwoo let out a deep-voiced groan as he rutted against you wanting to be deeper into you.

A silent orgasm crashed over you as your thighs lightly trembled from it. Your thighs tighten next to Wonwoo and your grip on his hair for leverage.

He continued with sloppy thrust until you felt the warmth of his seed fill you. It was quiet for a moment enjoying the feeling of him so close to you after so long. Looking at your watch you gave a small peep.

"It's almost time for the interns to come back," you said reaching for your shirt and pulling it down.

Your boyfriend leaned down giving you a small kiss as he buttoned his pants up. "You still up for some food," he asked.

Smiling you nodded "Sure order in while we go home and I can take a shower," you grinned pulling your clothing back on.

"Sounds great," he agreed.

#kpop smut #seventeen smut #kpop sceanarios #seventeen scenarios

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skiesofthesketchy · 4 years

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wip reveal!

@pink-meringues i wanted to do a lil sneak peak for you ;) i know i’ve been taking my sweet ass time on part 2, so hopefully this is enough to get y’all excited again hehehhh

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Unsend: Part 2 -- sneak peak, i’m workin on it

The boat was anchored, and your friends started peeling off their clothes to go for a swim. They were quick to jump in while you stayed behind to gather the empty beer cans littering the boat into a plastic bag. JJ was still on the boat with you, and you avoided his gaze, taking deep breaths and trying to act casual. You didn’t want him to know that you really felt like lighting yourself on fire if that meant not having to talk to him.

You hesitantly pulled your shirt over your head and started unbuttoning your shorts. Once you slid them down your legs, a low whistle sounded from your friend. “Damn, baby. You’re looking extra hot today.” Your pulse sped up as you whipped your head around to find JJ looking you up and down, shamelessly. The way he did made your skin erupt in goosebumps and your face burn.

You scoffed. “Shut the fuck up, JJ.” You turned your focus to putting your clothes down with your other stuff, and he laughed.

“What? I’m not allowed to comment on how good you look?” A smirk lined his lips as he waited for your response.

“Nope,” you replied childishly, still not willing to look at the boy.

“Aw, you’re not still embarrassed are you?”

“Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed?” you asked innocently. But the truth was you were hella fucking embarrassed. His eyes scanned your face skeptically, still displaying amusement while you did your best to match his stare without cowering away.

“Okay, good.” He didn’t buy it though, not for a second. He knew you well and admired the way you always tried to act tough. “Sunscreen?”

Your mouth fell open slightly at his offer, surprisingly not pushing you further on the matter. The blonde smiled mischievously while holding the plastic bottle of sunscreen, and you felt fluttering in your belly at the thought of his hands on you, rubbing the lotion into your warm skin.

“Uh-- Um, no.” You cursed yourself for your shaky and stuttering voice. “No, I’m good,” you added, more confident this time.

His brow quirked up playfully. “Come on, Y/N. Gotta protect that perfect skin of yours.” You rolled your eyes and prepared a retort, but his hands were already on your shoulders and spinning you around.

He noticed that you held your breath when he gently gathered your hair and pushed it over your shoulder, revealing your neck and bare back to him. Then you felt his hands on you again, the cold lotion making you shiver. He slowly rubbed circles into your back and shoulders, taking his time as you struggled to control your breathing. JJ smiled to himself.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. That sexy little picture you sent him was plastered on the inside of his eyelids, there whenever he blinked or closed his eyes to sleep. He had always found you attractive, but seeing a picture of your naked body seemed to take over him completely until he had a million naughty thoughts bouncing around in his head.

Sexual desire wasn’t the only thing he was feeling. He thought about how embarrassed you were that day, and not only did he find it hilarious, it was freaking adorable. He liked you for a number of reasons, but there was something about you that was intriguing, alluring, enticing. He knew you had been avoiding him and his gaze because the entire boat ride, he was finding it hard to tear his eyes away from you.

His touch was firm and comforting all at the same time. Too sensual to play off as a friend helping out another applying sunscreen in the hard to reach places. Before you could stop yourself, you sighed warmly and relaxed into his touch. He secretly beamed, loving the feeling of your smooth skin and the way you were undeniably affected by him.

He pumped out more lotion onto his hands before swiping it across your lower back, underneath the strap of your bikini top. His thumbs pressed into your skin deliciously as his long fingers skimmed your sides. You bit your lip with eyes closed, choosing to enjoy this moment a bit longer, but with hands gripping your waist, he spun you around again to face him.

“All done, babe,” he said, face a little too close for comfort. “Unless you want me to help you out with your front side?”

And there it is. His stupid cocky smile lighting up his face, and you were reminded of exactly who you were dealing with. An asshole that likes to tease.

You shoved him in the chest and shook your head to get a grip. “In your dreams, Maybank.” He only wrapped his arms around your hips so that you couldn’t easily escape, holding your body against his.

“Every night,” he shot back with a smirk. “But you can make my dreams come true, princess.”

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@rafej-cambanks imma take ur advice on this fic lol

#lol we'll see how it turns out #this whole plot line is up in the air at this point #unsend #jj maybank #outer banks #jj x reader #sneak peak #wip #tag game

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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“Baby boy mode “ BTS mini smut Drabble (after a awards show )

“Baby Boy mode “

I feel like the boys after an award show sex wise could go one of two ways! Either DOM AF ...because they’re on cloud nine from killing it...and they’re just feeling like the shit! Orrr really needy just from being still on a high ....but also exhausted and a little emotional.. I call that “Baby boy mode “ lol weather BTS or IRL I feel like men have to sides sexually ...Daddy OR baby boy ...

More so just ideas that kinda flow into a scenario...

In the shower the minute you two get back to the hotel. He’s a little whiney at first, but you work him into it . Making him have a seat on the bed while you straddled his waist. “Baby , I’ll be quick then we can get to the fun part but I gotta get these clothes off of you so we can get in the shower” He wouldn’t physically say anything but his face said it all ! Leaving faint kisses down his neck as you unbutton his shirt ...slowly ridding him of his clothes that are damn near stuck at this point! Letting the steam fill up the entire room. Hands , bodies , all over each other ...slow touches. Using the soap to massage each other. You taking extra time on him as his muscles are aching . Light moans leave his mouth as you massage his skin . Slow lingering kissing as his hands stroke your body . Fingers tangling in his hair....He’d be pretty quiet through most of this ...while you undressed him, while the steam overtook his body . As he tried to relax all his muscles ! He Didint need to say much , his eyes would rarely leave yours and they let you know exactly how he felt !

Once your finally in bed, it would be your night to take care of him . He wasn’t the best at being a sub but he’d try , especially because his body really needs it ! “Babyyy...” you’d hear your name the minute his body hit the bed without yours ! But you couldn’t help but smile as you walked out of the bathroom !

Crawling on top of him, completely naked neither of you bothering to get dressed as

You kissed him deep. Making your way down his chest , to his stomach . Licking your palm before taking him in your hand .

He’d be very vocal a lot of breathy moans ...followed by “babbyyy” “God your sooo good to me” “baby you take my cock sooo well “ very very needy !

Almost bucking into your mouth once you finally wrap your lips around him, fingers tangling in your hair . The sound of him moaning so freely for you was enough to get you more than wet !

He’d eventually yank on your hair gently “Baby ...come up here I don’t wanna cum in your mouth tonight , I wanna feel my tight little Pussy !” No matter how tired the man was still a freak . You’d crawl up to him and he’d yank you up over his face ! Trying to protest! Not wanting him to have to do much but your pleasure was still so important to him ! He’d submerge his tongue in you eating you slowly..letting his tongue explode every inch . While his heavy lids stayed glued on you, moaning against your clit as started to run down his face .

As hard as it was you’d pull yourself free...plumping him slowly a couple times before sliding down, taking alll of him him . “Baby ... “ you’d both almost breathe out in unison as he filed you perfectly your body naturally adjusting around him ! Bouncing on him slowly at first as you started to find your rhythm .

Gripping your face with one hand and your ass with the other as you rolled your hips against him . He’d try his beast not to take control of the motions but fuck was it hard for him ! Breathy moans escaping your mouths rolling off each other’s tongues . In all honestly soft slow sex like this was when he was the most vocal . “Fuck baby you feel sooo good, so FUCKING good! Your pussys so wet for me!” You start to speed up your pace to get him off ...”Dose that feel good baby ?! I wanna feel you come for me baby ! Feel me up, you deserve to get whatever you what tonight baby you did so good! Sooo good” Grabbing the back of your head he’d pull you in waiting to kiss you while he came . Riding out his high you kept rocking your hips until he filled you up. “Fuck.. baby your amazing ...” hearing him so winded caused a permanent smirk on your face .

Even if he was exhausted ...especially after that he’d make sure you’d cum. The most convenient position would be ...his face. Propping you back in his favorite spot . He’d work your already dripping clit until you came all over his face . Practically Prying yourself away from him...

After all that he’d actually not wanna go to sleep yet as you were both sticky again . He’d want a nice long bath, propping himself behind you...nothing would really need to be said as he rain his fingers through your hair. Your skin against his was enough ...

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Pt 17

(I need an editor. :/ i keep catching so many issues. Tbf i type this in mobile. Lol or just someone to talk about this with so i can plan. See, this is why writers like comments. Free editing/inspiration. Its how we get paid. This has taken days bc I can't figure my shit out on my own. So here's my best guess.)

(Definitely citrus. But I'm not going to be writing it out. Before, after, conversations around it, and implications of it happening)

Curtis walks him into the bathroom, fingertips occasionally bumping skin when Takashi catches up with him. Each brush of skin on skin makes his heart race faster. They pause for a while, just staring at each other. Faces flushed, breathing heavily, Curtis' fingers still hooked into the band of his pants.

Takashi leans in to kiss Curtis, stepping in closer. He's fine with just this. And kind of procrastinating. He's nervous that his body won't work. But Curtis said that worry was his. Putting his hand under Curtis' shirt, he'd like to pull it off. If he's allowed to. Then again if they're going to shower they'll have to strip down.

"Can I take this off?" Shiro asks softly.

"Can you?"

"Really? May I?"

Curtis cracks up. "That's not what I meant," he laughs helplessly, kissing the indignant expression off his partner's face. Soothing Takashi's ruffled feathers takes a few minutes. And quite a bit of kissing and gentle touching.

"I just meant 'can you do it one handed'"?

Already red, he laughs a little, too. "I don't know. I think so. D'you wanna find out?"

"I'm game."

It takes a little help from Curtis but Shiro manages. Shiro pauses a few minutes to enjoy the view, and do some kissing of his own. Curtis feels his heart rate accelerate and his breathing speed up, too.

Hooking his hands back into Takashi's waistband, "you ready? Can I take these off?"

"I dunno, can you?" He teases.

"May I?" Curtis laughs good naturedly. Then, a little more curious, "is that what you're into, or are you just getting me back?"

"Not into it, at all, just teasing." Shiro kisses him, no. He doesn't like that kind of stuff at all. Too much like dealing with the Galra.

Curtis pops open the snap of his pants, grinning as when Takashi gasps a little.

His pants slide down without much prompting. They used to be tight around his thighs but he's working out less. And eating less. And is sick a lot.

When Curtis hooks gentle fingers under the band of his underwear he can barely breathe. He half wishes they hadn't agreed to keep their hands off each other. Curtis isn't even an inch away from a much more interesting place to touch.

"How about this, too?" He says softly, eyes locked onto Takashi's. The other man's pupils are blown with desire, face flushed, his lips are slightly parted. Just waiting to be kissed. So Curtis does. He can't resist.

"That's fine," he mumbles eventually. He'd forgotten what was going on for a minute, he'd been so distracted. "Yeah. I don't need those."

Curtis helps him out of them, enjoying the excuse to slide his hands down the outside of his partner's thighs.

Shiro can barely breathe when Curtis' hands move down his legs. He can feel the other man's breath against his skin. His whole body quivers.

Pausing a moment to take in his partner, Curtis feels a pang when he takes in all the scars. Some look like they were caused by weapons. Others the whips ... Probably wrapping around from the back. And some.... Look a little too clean and neat to be anything other than surgical.

Noticing the way Curtis' eyes move, Shiro looks down and away, shoulders hunching a little. He flushes down to the top of his chest, ashamed. He's been somewhat disgusted by his own body for a while. It's been harder knowing it's not even the body he was born with.

"You're so beautiful," Curtis mumbles. "Look at you," he says softly, then realizes Takashi won't meet his gaze. Gently putting his fingertips under his chin, he tips his head up. "I mean it. You look amazing. Don't worry, I still love you for your brain, and personality. But this is a nice bonus."

His eyes water a little, but he blinks the tears away. And leans in to kiss Curtis on the cheek.

"Your turn," he says softly.

"You gonna help me or not, then?"

Shiro eagerly unbuttons Curtis' pants, helping him out of them. Then it's his turn to freeze and stare. He's used to the scars here and there on Curtis' arms but there's a few on his torso and legs. Shiro has a feeling if Curtis' skin wasn't so dark they'd be near invisible. He chokes a little, realizing he's forgotten to breathe because he was too busy staring.

Thankfully Curtis is too kind to laugh. Especially since he had a similar reaction. "How did I get this lucky?" He asks smugly. He's not expecting an answer but he grins when Takashi turns red.

Reaching back to turn the water on, he grimaces when it's cold. Figuring they have a minute, he steps in and wraps his arms around Takashi, holding him tightly and kissing all around his neck and jaw. He knows full well that Takashi is enjoying himself.

Reaching back to test the water, it feels right. "In you go," Curtis grins. "You still smell," he teases.

"You do, too, I was just raised right, so I wasn't gonna say anything." All the same he steps in, catching Curtis' hand to pull him in, too.

Curtis loves how Takashi looks with his hair soaked and plastered down. Smoothing it back, "want me to help wash your hair?"

"Sure," he mumbles. Kissing Curtis' neck and shoulders. He feels almost boneless when Curtis starts massaging his scalp.

"What is this shit?" He asks. "We're going shopping tomorrow. You can't seriously be using some kind of body wash shampoo combo?"

"I didn't feel like shopping. Too many decisions to make."

"Mm." Curtis starts kissing him again, rubbing the soap into his shoulders and over his chest. Shiro moans a little, and isn't too sure what to do.

He hasn't done this in years. What if he's forgotten how? It takes him a bit to realize that while Curtis is kissing him, only one hand is still on his body. He pulls back a hair to look down.

"What? Was I supposed to wait for you?" Curtis asks, voice breathy. "Don't worry, I won't leave you behind."

It's never been a thing for him to watch. He's never gotten off on that. He's much more hands on. But it helps to at least get a visual reminder of what he's supposed to do. After a minute or so, he focuses more on kissing Curtis and then figuring his own body back out.

If he can make it work, it's like he's taking some ownership of himself and his needs. Some responsibility for himself, too. Admitting he not only has these needs still, but that he's no longer so disgusted by himself that he can't. Curtis thinks he's beautiful. And that there's nothing undesirable about him. The Galra didn't take that, too.

Curtis smiles a little against Takashi's skin. The other man has more or less forgotten to keep kissing. He's too caught up in himself. He lays his head on Curtis' shoulder, breathing in little short gasps.

Curtis has never been much of a talker in these kinds of situations. He much prefers to hear his partner.

Starting to realize it's working, he feels heat curl low in his stomach. While he and Curtis aren't touching each other in that sense, it's comforting that they're still together in this. He can hear Curtis' breathing change, and that gets him. He feels like he's close but something just isn't happening. Maybe he's doing something wrong. Before doubt can settle in and ruin things, Curtis whispers something to him and he feels his knees practically buckle as his body gives over.

"I love you."

It takes him a second to even have a coherent thought, it happens so hard and so fast. "I love you, too," he mumbles, over and over against Curtis' skin, pressing kisses into his chest and neck, jaw and lips.

They cling together, the water beating down on both of them.

Curtis knows he's the only thing holding Takashi up for a few minutes, and he patiently waits until he seems to have fully settled. "We still need to get cleaned up."

Letting himself lean against Curtis he enjoys the sensation of the other man rubbing the washcloth over his skin.

At one point Shiro freezes, body rigid. He'd forgotten that was even a sensitive spot.

"Trauma or just hypersensitive?" Curtis asks, pulling his hand away.

"Both," he whispers. "Sorry. I didn't even think about it."

"It's okay. We'll talk about it."

"I probably have to show you," Shiro mumbles. "I can't really describe .... If you can't see..." He shrugs.

"Okay," he kisses the bridge of Takashi's nose gently. Then quickly runs the wash cloth over himself.

Turning the water off, he snags the towel and ruffles Takashi's hair with it. "You look exhausted," Curtis informs him. Drying off his arm, torso, and legs. Then he dries himself a little more thoroughly. Stepping out, "let me get that stuff from Colleen."

Going out he takes his whole bag, seeing as how he needs clothes and lotion, not just the one jar. Opening the muscle balm, it smells nice. Not quite floral. He holds it out to the other man who gives it a slight perfunctory sniff.

"Its purple," he says with some concern.

"That it is. Might go on clear."

"Hope so. I don't wanna be purple."

Curtis dips his fingertips in and works it into the muscle on top of his forearm. "Turns clear," he holds out his arm to show Takashi. It feels good, he notices. A little warm, but in a deep tissue way vs. the crappy menthol way. Flexing his fingers, his arm feels more relaxed. "Here hold out your arm," he demands.

Raising an eyebrow he does, not too sure what too expect. Then he lets his eyes close in pleasure as Curtis works the balm into his skin. Rubbing his arm all the way into his shoulder. Then his neck, and down his back. Sighing in relief, the warmth feels good and he enjoys the rundown.

"Your legs tight, too?"

"Yeah," he mumbles, swaying on his feet a little. The loose feeling coupled with the warmth and the orgasm has him barely conscious.

"I touch your legs you gonna freak?"

"Nah."

"You sure?" Curtis looks at him, lightly patting his hip to get his attention.

"Mostly sure. 98% sure?"

"Okay. Can you spread your legs a little?"

Shiro shifts his legs further apart so they're no longer touching. Curtis' strong fingers work the tension from first his thighs, then his calves. He feels completely boneless by the time the other man is done.

Looking up, he grins a little. The shorter man's eyes are closed and he's all but asleep on his feet. Curtis stands and quickly tugs on underwear. He'll put Takashi to bed and then finish dressing. "You awake?"

"Mostly."

"Hop a little when I tell you."

"Okay."

He bends a little, gripping behind Takashi's knees. "Now." Its easy to lift him, and he smiles as he feels legs automatically wrap around him.

"I can walk," Shiro protests sleepily. Leaning his head against Curtis' shoulder and snugging his arm around the other man's neck.

"You can. But I like this." Curtis turns his head to kiss the side of Takashi's. "Besides you're dead on your feet."

Easing him into bed is the work of a minute. When he tries to sit up, he sees Curtis already ransacking his drawers. It doesn't take long to find a soft shirt, underwear, and sweatpants. "Do you only own black and grey clothes?" When there's no answer he twists to look and his face softens. He's never seen Takashi look so peaceful when he's asleep.

Shaking his head a little, he gently shakes his shoulder. "You awake? I'm gonna get some clothes on you so you don't catch a chill." There's some sleepy grumbling as a response, and Curtis takes it as acknowledgement. When Takashi's pajamas are on he pulls up the blankets and heads back into the bathroom. Dressing quickly, he crawls into bed after, snuggling into his lover's arms. It's easier when Takashi is big spoon since he doesn't have an arm to trap or make numb.

Grinning some when Takashi snuggles up, wrapping his arm over Curtis' middle, Curtis eases back into him. It's not even past 19:30 hours and they're exhausted.

They sleep peacefully in each other's arms until morning.

#shurtis #curo #takashi shirogane #curtis #voltron #curtashi #citrus #my fic

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