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frieschan · 1 year

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bangtan with an idol gf // bts hcs

➳ member/s featured: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x f! reader (separate)

➳ unrequested | headcanons // fluff/crack

➳ TW:

➳ summary: how would our bangtan boys be like with a girlfriend who is a fellow idol?

➳ AN: decided for a small break between workin' on querencia, if you have the time, pls check it out here! its a hybrid ot7 x m reader fic :) i hope more ppl would like it since its mainly my first time to create a full story.

➳ extra info: y/n's filler name will be yona as an abbreviation from 'your name' (yona), she is also around the age as vmin except older than the V

—KIM NAMJOON ; rap monster !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yojoon

-ˋˏ ღ library dates are a must, or even a hole in the wall cafe/library

-ˋˏ ღ listening to him ramble about a new book he read because he's ur baby

-ˋˏ ღ having plant kids that the both of u post about

-ˋˏ ღ you usually have to drive for him or the two of you bike to your destination, a few fans catching the two of you

-ˋˏ ღ he loves writing lyrics or poems about or for you, actually some of his songs are about you

-ˋˏ ღ cleaning after him was part of your resume in becoming his girlfriend.

-ˋˏ ღ he's broken so much shit in your house it's not even funny

-ˋˏ ღ he's your clumsy little boy

-ˋˏ ღ he also has rizz. very good rizz

-ˋˏ ღ always knowing when you're nervous around him with that fat brain of his (smart boy also)

-ˋˏ ღ he always gets so strained as a leader of the biggest kpop group and then having to translate for his brothers, he ends up just collapsing to you and sleeping for a while to recharge his battery

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes you think about the time he brought his bike inside his producing room

-ˋˏ ღ "jagi that's not a good idea-"

-ˋˏ ღ "army needs to see my bike!"

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes he doesnt even understand his strength cuz one time when you were on his favorite spot on the couch, he picked you up so fast

-ˋˏ ღ HIS FACE WAS SO SHOCKED

-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?"

-ˋˏ ღ "Why are you so light? Are you sure you're eating enough?"

-ˋˏ ღ "DID YOU FORGET YOU GO TO THE GYM ALMOST EVERYDAY?"

-ˋˏ ღ you and bts work together on babysitting namjoon always

-ˋˏ ღ you also know about the fact he watches porn.. a lot

—KIM SEOKJIN ; jin !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: jinna

-ˋˏ ღ you two are such a handful oh my god

-ˋˏ ღ even though he's the oldest, he acts like a baby with you and whines about everything

-ˋˏ ღ but then he can also baby you

-ˋˏ ღ he loves feeding you food or cooking with you on camera

-ˋˏ ღ He has 'Eat Jin' while you have 'Cook Yona' which is honestly really cute omg

-ˋˏ ღ whatever you cooked on Cook Yona, Jin would mukbang it in Eat Jin, sometimes he even shared! (barely)

-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love trying to fatten him up cause he's a sucker for food

-ˋˏ ღ usually once you guys are full, it's either you start cleaning and he starts gaming or other way around

-ˋˏ ღ one of your cute habits is whenever his break cheeks show up, you pinch them a lot

-ˋˏ ღ also he scolds (raps) you like every other member

-ˋˏ ღ you were with that one cooking episode where jungkook and taehyung were cooking, you felt so bad for them but it was hilarious to watch

-ˋˏ ღ whenever he games, you always make little snacks for him because you know he gets really mad at the game but its even worse when hes on an empty stomach (you dont want his yelling to disturb your sugar gliders)

-ˋˏ ღ you like to have jungkook over sometimes so he can play with jin since you THOUGHT that would make him yell less (no the yelling doubled.)

-ˋˏ ღ you recorded the two of them playing together and caught jin smacking jungkook for snatching his food (IT WAS FOR THE BOTH OF THEM.)

-ˋˏ ღ just dance nights are very common for the two of you after that one in the soop episode

-ˋˏ ღ fishing dates are suddenly also a thing now because he said so

-ˋˏ ღ his dad jokes make you sob on the inside, but then again the boys think of you as their mom since you worry your head off like one

-ˋˏ ღ "JAGI, IS KOOKIE OKAY?!"

-ˋˏ ღ "that brat is fine, he does dumb stuff a lot"

—MIN YOONGI ; suga !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yoona

-ˋˏ ღ to start this off, you bullied yoongi with the others.

-ˋˏ ღ BUT ITS REALLY FUNNY BECAUSE HIS REACTIONS ARE HYSTERICAL

-ˋˏ ღ YooNa moments are really hard to catch on camera, because yoongi has a preference on keeping a lot of your vulnerable moments private but when they do come up, THEY'RE ALWAYS LIKE A KDRAMA

-ˋˏ ღ there was this one scenario, both of your kpop groups were attending an event and were sat next to eachother (totally not on purpose uhuh)

-ˋˏ ღ the thing was, your company failed to think that your outfit wouldn't give you enough warmth, and the even was out in the open so you were freezing to death (BRUH)

-ˋˏ ღ and yoongles was kind enough to shrug off his coat and put it over your shoulders

-ˋˏ ღ he got rewarded with a kiss in private :)

-ˋˏ ღ whenever he has birthday lives, you're always there with him or well- you're in every live he has

-ˋˏ ღ he was wearing some goofy shades and a party hat while you were just watching

-ˋˏ ღ "you look like a clown, pabo (fool)"

-ˋˏ ღ "someone doesn't want cake"

-ˋˏ ღ you both glared at eachother after, even though you couldn't even see his eyes

-ˋˏ ღ the armies were just laughing their asses off in the chat

-ˋˏ ღ anyway, you honestly love his gummy little smile or the way he's an old man in a young body

-ˋˏ ღ your relationship reflects that statement, the both of you prefer being traditional most of the time

-ˋˏ ღ sure he loves watching movies for hours and taking a nap, but nothing would ever beat just watching the moon together

-ˋˏ ღ when he was nervous about releasing his first album, you were with him every step of the way! the production of music, drafting of ideas, the photoshoots

-ˋˏ ღ when you were gone for months on end because of a tour and press conference across the world, yoongi was absolutely depressed

-ˋˏ ღ he ended up releasing his frustration through music specifically, so far away that featured Suran

-ˋˏ ღ when you listened to it, your heart honestly shattered

-ˋˏ ღ that day, you promised yourself that you would always be with Yoongi, you will never be far from him for over 2 months, it was what made your relationship grow so much

-ˋˏ ღ you had seen every side of him, the raw energy of agustD, the creative and sweet Suga, then the truthful and reflecting Min Yoongi

-ˋˏ ღ and he had seen every part of you, Yona's love for her fans, and Y/N's truth

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are absolutely in love, soulmates even

-ˋˏ ღ everyone is convinced that the two of you were made for eachother

-ˋˏ ღ OKAY BACK TO CRACK

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love arguing with eachother as a joke and he just starts being a baby

-ˋˏ ღ you remember the one time you stole his last tangerine and he was so upset (not really but he wanted to be petty) that he THEN finished all the ice cream in your freezer

-ˋˏ ღ yes you ranted about this to your fans and yoongi heard, so he just walked up to you and started clinging onto you to annoy you

-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! Get off you man-child!"

-ˋˏ ღ "What if I say no"

-ˋˏ ღ "god!"

-ˋˏ ღ "Yes?"

-ˋˏ ღ you hated him being such a smart ass too but like it's okay i guess....

-ˋˏ ღ one time you slapped cat ears on his head and he was just flabbergasted while staring at you

-ˋˏ ღ (you snapped pics so fast and sent them to the guys)

-ˋˏ ღ ANYWAY you bullied him by constantly calling him cute and whatever (maybe even ahjussi)

-ˋˏ ღ ok but then he calls you a grandma too

-ˋˏ ღ sitting on his lap or on his sofa while he produces music is really calming for u

-ˋˏ ღ just baskin in eachothers presence <3

—JUNG HOSEOK ; j-hope !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yo-hope

-ˋˏ ღ he's your sunshine and you're his moon omg

-ˋˏ ღ it was such a 'sunshine and the moon that protects it' trope and the fans loved it

-ˋˏ ღ hobi was always there to cheer you up after a really stressful day at work and you loved him so much for it

-ˋˏ ღ it was absolutely amazing to come home to him after a bad day since he knew what to do to cheer u up and make u happyyy

-ˋˏ ღ when some antis were hating him, you couldn't care less if you had gotten backlash, you defended him in every way you could

-ˋˏ ღ at this point, hobi was all you could ever care about since the two of you had supported one another since day one

-ˋˏ ღ when you two announced the two of you were together, the positivity that came out was overwhelming and the both of you were absolutely overjoyed with it

-ˋˏ ღ yo-hope was one of the favorite ships in the k-pop community because of the contrast between the two of you

-ˋˏ ღ you were actually the one that got hobi to start doing lives again!!! you always encouraged him and made sure he heard the things youd end your live on

-ˋˏ ღ "Okay guys, if Hobi ever goes on live, please show him as much support and love you can! for me!"

-ˋˏ ღ and on hobi's first live, you were there and made sure to check if some of your fans had actually showed support and sure enough, it was full of usernames that were referencing your kpop group

-ˋˏ ღ you and hobi are almost inseparable unless absolutely necessary because whenever you arent around, sweet boy feels so incomplete

-ˋˏ ღ there are like hundreds of compilations of Yo-Hope moments, a lot of the time you would just walk up to hobi and cling on him cause you need your charger

-ˋˏ ღ HIS JOY IS YOUR JOY

-ˋˏ ღ You love watching the boys kinda just grab hobi and hug him too, cuz he really is bangtan's sunshine

-ˋˏ ღ when the maknaes mess around with hobi, you swear hobi should be in the maknae line

-ˋˏ ღ whenever hobi is about to collapse laughing, you always catch him while laughing yourself (you cant deny it, there are 10 minute compilations of it)

-ˋˏ ღ you know when he has his moments when he's really stressed and down, overthinking about a lot, but you're always there to keep him up

-ˋˏ ღ you'll always be his moon, his partner, his soulmate :)

-ˋˏ ღ okay not going to lie, you and yoongi have beef over who gets jhope more (literally glaring at eachother from across the room)

-ˋˏ ღ it's okay though! the both of u decided to glare at anyone who messes with hobi

-ˋˏ ღ (i'm totally not buttering u guys up bcuz jimin's hcs r so funny)

-ˋˏ ღ Jack in the Box was a wild experience for you, Jay was a whole other entity when you watched him perform

-ˋˏ ღ hobi wanted to show armies that he wasn't all smiles and that he also struggled, YOU WERE ALL FOR IT!!!!

—PARK JIMIN ; jimin !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yomin

-ˋˏ ღ jimin.. the punching bag of bangtan for the amount of funny and embarrassing stuns he has pulled

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are such lover girl x lover boy though

-ˋˏ ღ jimin could care less about the cameras around, he wants his baby!! the editors can deal with cutting it out!!!!

-ˋˏ ღ he loves to just like.. snatch you away from everyone and like keep you on his lap

-ˋˏ ღ "jimin, can I get off-"

-ˋˏ ღ "No"

-ˋˏ ღ In terms of man child-ness, he and taehyung are verrryyy close

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes the three of you hangout, taehyung ends up being like the sibling you bring around while you and your s/o go out and buying the kid so much food

-ˋˏ ღ at this point, you don't know if taehyung comes for the food or for the companionship BUT ANYWAY back to jimin

-ˋˏ ღ you and jimin act like such a married couple (hes totally not planning to propose uhuh mhm yessir on god)

-ˋˏ ღ the two of you bicker and then end up having a whole kdrama scene and I think the other BTS members are really tired of it but who cares you two love eachother

-ˋˏ ღ the way you two guys met was the funniest part

-ˋˏ ღ you and him were hosting together, and while interviewing someone at a table and sitting down, jimin immediately fell down on live

-ˋˏ ღ you were fighting for your life to not laugh while the interviewee was just there flabbergasted

-ˋˏ ღ that's how you two became such a lover girl and lover boy couple

-ˋˏ ღ when his new album came out, he absolutely demanded you would make a cameo in the 'Like Crazy' mv and you ended up in it

-ˋˏ ღ so now you're in the theories for the music video but like it's okay cause they're entertaining

-ˋˏ ღ jimin probably reads fanfics of YoMin and he loves to be shameless about it when he's with you.. what a brat

-ˋˏ ღ speaking about brat, he has such an attitude sometimes oh my god

-ˋˏ ღ out of everyone, he also has such a strong satoori and it's funny and scary at the same time

-ˋˏ ღ HE SOUNDS SO CONDESCENDING- he loves using it when a guy tries harrassing you while the both of you are out

-ˋˏ ღ You know that one video with Taehyung and Jimin together, and Jimin starts threatening you in Satoori? Yeah imagine that 💀

-ˋˏ ღ he's so mean sometimes too I swear- he loves teasing and bullying you

-ˋˏ ღ In the name of your stans, you will beat Jimin up one day, just not today

-ˋˏ ღ when the both of you are live and you find yourself without your indoor slippers he's yelling at you like:

-ˋˏ ღ "WEAR YOUR SLIPPERS PROPERLY"

-ˋˏ ღ "URUSAI (SHUT UP IN JAPANESE FOR SOME REASON?)"

-ˋˏ ღ The armies and stans were just watching this happen like it was normal. They're all used to how you and Jimin are like when the two of you are together

-ˋˏ ღ They saw you smack jimin and then Jimin stared at the camera with his mouth agape

-ˋˏ ღ "ARMYYY SHE JUST HIT ME"

-ˋˏ ღ and then the messages were like "BEAT HIM UP Y/N" "GO OFF QUEEN" "MOREEEEEE 🤾🏻‍♀️🤾🏻‍♀️" "let her COOK"

-ˋˏ ღ and suddenly jimin was lying down on the floor while you scrolled on your phone

-ˋˏ ღ yeah you made him beg for forgiveness

—KIM TAEHYUNG ; V !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: taena

-ˋˏ ღ "tan-ahh don't keep Y/N all to yourself!!"

-ˋˏ ღ you were yeontan's momma ever since you and taehyung got together and it was obvious who was tannie's favorite

-ˋˏ ღ you loved to take pictures with yeontan and post it on social media, showing the world the adorable teacup pom with his popular momma! all with taehyung's permission of course

-ˋˏ ღ in one of taehyung's very much rare lives, the three of you were in bed with acoustic music playing in the back

-ˋˏ ღ though the live was very short, armies could fully see the love and admiration taehyung had for you

-ˋˏ ღ actually- he even decided to kiss you in front of the cam 😭

-ˋˏ ღ the next day, the clip was all over social media, taehyung personally thinking they're just overreacting about the whole ordeal like he's not one of the most powerful men in Korea 💀💀

-ˋˏ ღ but tae is your baby tbh (he's the goofy little dork in the relationship and you have to take care of him)

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung has this one cute habit where if he goes on live, he HAS to talk about your idol career or you in general at least.. like three times

-ˋˏ ღ everyone needs to know the beauty of Korea is his of course!!

-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love listening to his deep husky voice in their songs.. you love all of them but nothing beats taehyung's solo songs for you (they are in your everyday playlist)

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love to wear matching outfits when you have to go out, and the fans go wild for it!

-ˋˏ ღ I swear to god you've seen a shirt with a picture of u and taehyung matching on it 😭

-ˋˏ ღ whenever your schedules let you, the three of you like to go out in the early morning to walk around the empty streets of seoul like a little family

-ˋˏ ღ this doesnt stop taehyung from wanting 3-5 kids in the future though

-ˋˏ ღ you and taehyung absolutely value time together since the both of you are constantly doing someone with their idol career, but at the end of the day

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you still lay in the same bed just admiring eachother

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung maybe locking yeontan out of the room if he was feeling a bit frisky that night

-ˋˏ ღ but anyway, this little dork loves showing you the random stuff he buys and it's honestly concerning and funny at the same time

-ˋˏ ღ and he's so freaking blunt about it omfg

-ˋˏ ღ "look at that chair with an ass on it" "tae, jagi, what the fu-"

-ˋˏ ღ AND THE HAS LIKE 10 RAMEN COOKERS IN HIS HOUSE HELP SAVE Y/N

-ˋˏ ღ even then, he still wants you to cook for him cause he's a lil baby that can't take care of himself omg

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung loves to abuse his tata mic face on you and it makes it so hard to say no to him, the situation goes like:

-ˋˏ ღ "Jagi, I want a bread maker"

-ˋˏ ღ "Tae, no, why in the name of Bang-PD would we need a bread maker??"

-ˋˏ ღ *tata mic face*

-ˋˏ ღ "oh my god- you are such a baby, fine ugh"

-ˋˏ ღ tae also has this one habit of like making up his own language or something, and the fact that you've spent years with him and as his soulmate, you are his translator alongside Suga

-ˋˏ ღ you find it absolutely endearing and adorable though

-ˋˏ ღ you know how taehyung is blunt yeah? he has said with a straight face before the following:

-ˋˏ ღ "If this idol thing doesn't work out for us, we should become a farm family and have an army of 5 kids and then an army of chickens to attack jimin-shi when he visits us"

-ˋˏ ღ lord have mercy on Y/N- WAIT 5 KIDS? 💀

—JEON JUNGKOOK ; jungkook !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yokook

-ˋˏ ღ the only thing he likes about the two of you being idols is that the both of you have a gigantic privilege

-ˋˏ ღ he absolutely hates the fact that the two of you lack privacy and the hate that comes from some 'army' (bruh)

-ˋˏ ღ other than that, he still is absolutely in love with you, full of adoration in his adorable doe eyes

-ˋˏ ღ you know how he's the ambassador of Calvin Klein? You're also an ambassador so CK decided a couple shoot with the both of you would be good coverage for them

-ˋˏ ღ another pro about the couple shoot is that you can make it clear to your fans that the both of you are very much devoted to each other

-ˋˏ ღ weekly training together is a must! an absolute must!!! or else kookie will get sulky and sad for the rest of the week and cry to bam or something

-ˋˏ ღ on one of his late night lives, you had walked into the room while he was talking to army, he had the galaxy doohickey on and a candle next to him

-ˋˏ ღ "hi tokki" you greeted him with a soft smile

-ˋˏ ღ "noona!" he immediately took his attention off the chat to walk to you and give you a kiss

-ˋˏ ღ the army were going crazy in chat with "YOKOOK!!" "MY SHIP SAILED" "Love to YoKook from ___!! <3"

-ˋˏ ღ after the small kiss the both of you sat on the couch and you greet the army with a wave and lazy grin

-ˋˏ ღ you and jungkook made some small talk while some music played on the tv, you could only assume that he was doing some karaoke before you got home

-ˋˏ ღ while the two of you talked, you caught a glimpse from chat that includes "Kookie looks so inlove with her🥺🥺", "He grew up so fast and now he has an amazing gf 😭", "His eyes tell so much!!!!"

-ˋˏ ღ the smile that appeared on your face couldn't be contained, the moment jungkook saw your smile, he turned to look at the source and he couldn't help but smile himself at all the comments

-ˋˏ ღ "Thank you for all the support, Army. I'll always hold Army, BTS, and Y/N close to my heart"

-ˋˏ ღ honestly you made him pull out the slight busan accent (its so hot bruh wtf the little sigh at the end) and you loved the way it sounded

-ˋˏ ღ You went to go do a quick errand in your shared bedroom so you left Kook alone in the living room to do whatever he was doing

-ˋˏ ღ what you came back to was absolutely adorable and hilarious.

-ˋˏ ღ you saw a kookie in slumber, a chat going wild the moment they saw you, and the candle still burning.

-ˋˏ ღ you laughed as you read some of the comments from chat and blew out the candle, you bid army farewell with a promise that you will take care of the golden maknae

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dollfacerecs · 7 months

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fic recs by clover. 🍀

♢ hi, i’m clover! i’m an author and my main account is @dollfaceksj. by popular demand, here is my fic recommendation blog!

♢ she // her ; 23 ; nsfw

♢ my own masterlist

♢ more about me here

most of these will be nsfw works so minors are NOT welcome here. please, do make sure to read the warnings on the original posts!

ps: all of these are member(s) x reader fics.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim namjoon.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim seokjin.

⋆⋆ ➳ min yoongi.

⋆⋆ ➳ jung hoseok.

⋆⋆ ➳ park jimin.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim taehyung.

⋆⋆ ➳ jeon jungkook.

⋆⋆ ➳ multiple members.

all credits to the authors.

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disclaimer: some of these i read a long time ago, some of these recently. ever since starting my own fanfic account in may 2023, i haven’t had much time to read so if some of the statuses/info are inaccurate, i apologize. some of these are from like 2017. 😭

much love to these authors. support them be reblogging and leaving feedback! ♡

— 🍀

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year

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games, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You don't have a crush on Min Yoongi. You two are just fucking. Yup. You ignore him for two weeks because of Pokémon. Sorry. Twelve days. He's mad about it (and drunk?). Oh, shit.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; OT6 are nosy so now it's somehow crack???? this always happens idk how; friends-with-benefits; soulmate vibes(?); ft my obsession Pokemon Scarlet / Violet; feels + smut (fem reader, penetrative sex, scratching, m-receiving oral, mutual masturbation, choking); non-idol!AU; switches between your POV and Yoongi's POV

“Yoongi?”

Wow, that was loud and unexpected. Knocked you right out of your very pleasant dream of stuffing your face at a buffet with thick, juicy slices of prime rib, complete with flakes of premium sea salt.

“YOONGI?!”

You could still almost taste it, but, like all dreams, the savory delight slipped away from you rapidly as you groggily blinked and realized you were resembling a croissant folded into this couch.

“You have a crush on Min Yoongi of all people?!”

Similar to the flaky buttery pastry, you had no idea what the fuck was going on. Unlike the product of a baker’s pride, sentient life required you to reorient yourself into humanity, hazily taking note of the MapleStory mushroom-printed blanket draped over you and your empty hands. Your hands had been holding your phone before you passed out. You were obsessed with mobile puzzle games recently. It was nice to have games on the go to occupy yourself instead of, bleh, socializing. It was awesome. When you figured them out too easily though, they made you sleepy.

Anyway, where the hell was your phone?

“Really?! Yoongi-hyung? Oh my gosh, he texted a human being all in his own? Wow!”

That kind of excitement could only be the voice of…

“Come on, guys, hyung’s been better about such things recently. He’s surprisingly sentimental, you know.”

And that sensible voice was none other than…

Someone snorted.

That was Kim Seokjin.

You rubbed your eyes to see a familiar man holding your very expensive Samsung smartphone with your customized Rotom phone case, poking at the screen as if he was his own.

“What kind of illegal activity are you doing over there?” you hummed as you sat up, knowing full well he did not possess access due to the fingerprint scanner. One time you snuck up on him as he tried to snoop on your phone. He had flung it, so this time you calmly stayed on the sofa as your longtime friend on the armchair jumped, thoroughly scaring himself and the lean, tan drink-of-sunshine standing behind him.

“You’re awake!” Seokjin blurted. Tall, gangly if you squinted, absolutely handsome, somehow always dancing on the edge of endearing caretaker and walking disaster, Kim Seokjin threw himself out of the plushy white armchair and shoved your phone into your face accusingly as if you were the one responsible of wrongdoing. His chestnut-brown poofy hair bounced as he relentlessly poked you in the head. “You’re texting Min Yoongi! Is that the one you have a crush on?!”

“Er, technically all hyung asked was when the group was meeting up…” Jung Hoseok squeaked, radiating apologies while Seokjin continued poking you in the head with his free hand. “I tried to tell him not to touch your phone.”

“I’m sure you did,” you replied. “I’m also sure he didn’t listen.”

“Hey. Answer me.”

“Hyung…” The concerned, deep voice was coming from the barstools in the kitchen behind you, in the don’t-annoy-her-that’s-rude-but-also-it's-not-my-place-to-scold-since-I’m-younger tone. Kim Namjoon, who was probably reading a book and drinking tea at the counter. He must have been banished there. The last time he had done the same activities in the living room, he had spilled tea all over Seokjin’s white rug. That had earned him a good yelling.

You glanced at Hoseok’s rueful expression and half-smiled, waving your hand to indicate you weren’t that bothered.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me.”

Kim Seokjin believed he needed to know such information about you because he had been your friend since your accountant mother started dragging you to house calls to a very specific home (mansion) in hopes of child you falling in love with the dashingly handsome son of one of her clients (she told his parents that it was because she couldn’t afford daycare, but even child you knew better). Instead, Seokjin and you became inseparable hopelessly addicted gaming fanatics that could not imagine each other naked without puking.

You did end up becoming inseparable. Just not in the way your mother wanted.

Oops.

“I don’t have a crush on Min Yoongi.”

“Oh yeah?” He said it in a high-pitched, disbelieving tone. You swatted his hand and snatched your phone from him, peering at the message preview. “Why is he texting you then, huh? HUH?”

Your phone vibrated.

Sorry to bother you. I would have texted Seokjin-hyung, but he’s annoying.

“He says you’re annoying.”

“Ex-cuse ME?”

“Here’s the proof.”

“EXCUSE HIM?!”

“What.”

“Let me in. It’s cold out here.”

“What are you doing here?” Kim Taehyung sputtered, obediently opening his apartment door to the slightly shorter, much more imposing figure of Min Yoongi. His long black hair was wild and windblown, puffy black parka zipped all the way up, hood out but useless at the moment. Light denim jeans and black boots crusted with snow. Nothing but his serious, intense demeanor made him imposing. Yoongi carefully kicked off the white ice before stepping in, slowly raising an eyebrow at Taehyung’s askew brown locks and rumpled gray sweat set.

“You’re not leaving like that are you?”

Taehyung frowned. “I’m not, duh. Jimin’s taking ages to use the bathroom. I think he fell in the toilet.”

“Hey! I heard that! Who’s out there?”

“You won’t believe it,” Taehyung shouted back to the disembodied voice coming from inside his apartment. He pushed his hair back from his eyes like he himself couldn’t believe it, revealing his classically handsome sharp features and stunned frown. “It’s Yoongi.”

“YOONGI?!”

The Min Yoongi, of the hour it seemed, rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing back there?” he called to the voice inside from the front hallway, not moving.

“Fixing my hair!” Park Jimin yelled back several decibels louder.

“I’m surprised,” Taehyung said, looking scowling Yoongi up and down like he was some kind of unidentified foreign object. “I thought you weren’t coming. Didn’t you say you were busy?”

“I made myself unbusy,” Yoongi grumbled back, pulling out his phone.

“You don’t make yourself unbusy for no reason.” Taehyung persisted, sticking his face in between Yoongi and his phone, making those cat-like eyes above narrow in annoyance.

“There’s alcohol.”

Taehyung wiggled his dark eyebrows. “I thought you were cutting back.”

Deadpan.

“Life’s shit, man.”

The younger male broke out into his boxy smile and booming laugh, pulling his head of brown curls back to double over. It was the combination of Yoongi’s dead-inside expression and monotone reply that was making Taehyung snort, that and Yoongi’s immediate return to his phone as if nothing was happening. Yoongi still made no move to actually step further into the apartment. He simply continued standing in front of the closed front door, on the welcome mat next to the shoes thrown about because Kim Taehyung couldn’t be neat unless he was impressing someone, and those people were not his best friend Park Jimin and unexpected-guest-but-still-friend Min Yoongi.

“You’re so funny, hyung.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows as he stared at his phone and gave Taehyung absolutely fucking nothing to work with to continue the conversation.

“I guess you intend to drink since you stopped by here,” Taehyung chattered on, bored and unbothered about Yoongi’s lack of communication. “I’m closest to the train station and in between the karaoke bar. Plus sharing a taxi with us is cheaper than paying on your own.”

Silence.

Taehyung prodded Yoongi’s arm.

“Uh huh.”

Innovative answer.

“I think everyone is going to be there then,” Taehyung continued on, smooth baritone voice calming as he listed the people. “Namjoonie-hyung, Seokjinnie-hyung, Hoseokie-hyung, Jimin, Jungkookie, you, me…”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s asleep.”

Taehyung pointed to the couch. There was a blob of gray, black and white, too much fabric and face-down into the couch pillows. A poof of wavy black hair the only indication the pile was a human and not forgotten laundry.

“What is he, a newborn infant?”

“I don’t know. He said he was tired. If we don’t let him nap now, he’ll pass out during karaoke and we’re not strong enough to carry him out. Remember last time?” Taehyung sighed.

The monochrome blob that was supposedly the man named Jeon Jungkook suddenly snored, as if on cue.

“Yeah, I don’t know what he’s is doing in the gym but he’s unmovable,” Yoongi muttered.

The phone vibrated.

“Oh, is that me?” Taehyung immediately felt around his pockets and looked around. “Ah, where did I–”

But it was not him. Yoongi looked down. Unfortunately, you’ll bear witness to my awful singing. I apologize in advance. The corner of his lips ticked as he read the message. He breathed out. One, two, three, four seconds, and typed back. That makes the two of us then. A part of him thought he shouldn’t have started this conversation. He wasn’t good at this small talk thing, but one had to make some kind of effort in getting to know someone. And, anyway, he knew himself.

Do before getting carried away.

And, yeah, he wanted to know this one.

“I knew it.”

Yoongi slowly blinked, sensing an ominous presence staring at his phone screen, most certainly reading the name there. Sigh. He pulled his arm back and put his phone in his pocket, looking up to see the grinning, scheming, falsely-angelic face of Park Jimin looming into his peripheral view.

“Oooh, Min Yoongi has a crush.”

Yoongi said nothing, because saying nothing was better than reaching over and strangling Jimin. The latter would require physical effort. Oh, and perhaps land him in jail for murder. But that was only because Taehyung was here as witness.

“Huh… I thought I got a notification,” the latter commented, emerging from his bedroom with his uncased smartphone. Yoongi often wondered how Taehyung never cracked it, but perhaps he just bought new ones when he did. Taehyung often chose aesthetics over practicality. “Oh, finally, you’re out of the bathroom. Do I have to open a window to spare myself?”

“Tae, Yoongi-hyung has a crush,” Jimin sing-songed, bouncing around the older male teasingly as Yoongi remained statuesque. “He’s texting Seokjinnie-hyung’s lady gamer friend.”

Yoongi did not confirm or deny this information as Taehyung’s brown doe eyes went wide.

“OH?”

“Hyung’s flirting.”

Yoongi felt his right eyelid twitch.

“Jungkookie! Jungkookie, wake up, I have news!”

The blob trembled, suddenly alive, shaken violently by a hyper-excited Taehyung who couldn’t believe his ears even though he did not fact-check Jimin and had zero proof if his best friend was telling the truth or not. Apparently, he was filled with too much glee to relay this sudden revelation to the youngest, sleepiest one of the soon-to-be-drunk-as-fuck-karaoke group.

“W... Wuh?”

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook was not that articulate when barely roused from the dead.

“Yoongi-hyung’s flirting!”

Those big peepers snapped open.

“He’s WHAT?!”

“Mmm.”

The night smelled like smoke and someone’s delicious dinner.

“I should, ah, head home now that you’re safely at your door and all that.”

The winter night framed his figure. A halo of streetlamp light caught the gloss of his wavy black hair. Long and dark and shadowy, strands curling around high cheekbones and fair skin. He caught your gaze as you turned to face him. Black-brown eyes and unreadable expression. Half-zipped parka, black sweatshirt, and blue jeans with gray paint splattered onto one knee. No scarf. Strange, because you knew this man was the kind of guy who always wore a beanie and prioritized sensibility over aesthetics, and yet.

Min Yoongi raised his hands and exhaled into his curled palms, warming his nose at the same time. He looked away from you to do so.

“Cold?”

He shrugged. “It’s winter.”

You half-smiled, lifting your ungloved left hand. “My hands are always warm. My face always gets cold first before my hands.”

He eyed your fur-lined leather jacket. A chocolatey faux fur, softness peeking out from the tougher black fabric. Then his eyeline shifted. Intently observing your face. If you were younger, you might have thought you had to react differently. Been shy like the movies or some shit.

You simply waited, keeping your touch hovering in the winter night.

Slowly, you lowered your hand.

Something fluttered in the darkness that was those eyes. You had seen it before, maybe even spied it earlier this night. It was only a get-together between friends, drinks and karaoke, neither activity you particularly enjoyed which led to your original decision of not going. One small detail changed your mind, and he was standing right in front of you. Your singing was awful, but Yoongi was still polite enough to say that you were better than he was. I’m only good at rap. Sure. You heard what he said and his singing voice proved to contradict it. So Min Yoongi was that kind of liar, huh.

You didn’t say goodbye yet.

You could see Yoongi was waiting for you to say it first. You removed your other hand from your jacket pocket. Empty, purposefully leaving your keys behind. Calmly stared into those dark eyes as he stepped forward. You could feel it. The fire beneath the waves. Felt it all night. In the stolen glances, in the way he spoke to you, polite with piqued curiosity, in the way time stopped when your eyes connected.

You smiled.

His cold fingers touched the back of your hand.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need the conversation to be with words. His hand on yours, chills wrapping around the warmth. Experiential. Testing the feeling between you and him. You didn’t need to wonder what he thought of you. He had reached out and touched your hand and you let him, reaching between you and him to softly rub the back of his knuckles, silently speaking to those dark eyes and parted lips through touch. His other hand raised and laid above your joined hands.

Black strands curved around his cheeks as Yoongi lowered his head.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he whispered, smokey and dusky.

Bodies closer, breath mixing. Your head tilted. Lashes lowering. Cold night air disappearing because of the fire under the water, breath to breath, hot, almost burning, the desire to break the surface rising, rising.

“Is it this?” you murmured, barely audible.

You could tell a lot from one kiss. He did not hide his hesitancy or his want. Honesty from the very beginning of his lips on yours, surprised at the way you pressed back against him and inhaled, imprinting the moment to your memory with his scent. Your grip tightened and his did too, telling you everything you needed to know, kiss after kiss, pulling him to you, away from the winter night and memories of a friendly get-together, about to change them into something…

Else.

Yeah.

Fuck it, you were already pushing his parka down his shoulders before your front door finished closing. It was dark but that didn’t matter when you remembered where everything was, flicking on low lights and bringing his face close to yours again, creating the magical moments on your own, not waiting for Yoongi for do so. He was enough magic in his breathless gasps and the way he seamlessly followed the fervor of your kiss, his shallow sighs saturated with lust. There was very little talking except the conversation of bodies. Not much to say when you collided him into the wall and slid your hands under his sweatshirt, skin to warm skin, kisses turning to hot breath and flicks of tongue against his neck, shivers under your lips, and then he flipped the situation, strong hands on your shoulders and rolling against the wall, pinning you with his body.

Hair all over his eyes.

Shaking inhale.

A hall lamp lighting the left side of his face.

“Too fast?” you asked softly.

Dark orbs flickered to yours.

“… No.”

Closer, his air becoming your air.

“I just don’t want you to think this is the reason I walked you home. I didn’t want you to get hurt. Walking at night alone isn’t safe. People are crazy.”

You half-smiled. Alright, more of a smirk. “Maybe I’m one of them.”

A light chuckle, impressed and amused at the same time. “I was trying to sober up too.” Giving excuses.

“Heard you have a high tolerance.”

“Alcohol is alcohol.”

“So, does the alcohol wanna fuck me or do you?”

No one ever called you subtle.

Yoongi closed the distance, his hair falling against your forehead. You could tell he was struggling with himself whether or not to be swept up in the waves of your fire, or maybe struggling with what was wrong and what was right, or maybe he was hesitating once he felt your relentless energy under his hands, but you could also feel something pressing against your crotch and it wasn’t one of his legs.

He was very calm once he made his decision.

“What do you like?”

Your hands in his hair, his ear between your teeth, and his moan into your pillows. Clothes all over the floor, body to body, so much heat that you both seemed to forget it was winter. His hand on your breasts, your hard nipples between his fingertips, your mouth opening and extending your tongue, teasing him, tangling your legs in his. There was some irresistible about his smile and his smirk. You chased both, running your nails over his back and ass, his hard cock pressed to your thigh and his hiss against your neck, do you have condoms, we shouldn’t, but he didn’t need to finish since you were already prepared.

“I’m not irresponsible.”

“Oh?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow. Glanced at your rumpled sheets, his naked body as he rolled down the condom, and then at your naked body. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

You just smirked.

You were often careful after the first time, following the energy of the other person rather than your own desires. But this time, something was different. Your hand would press to his chest, fingernails curling in, and, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, his length filling you, contented sighs mixing, raking your nails down, lines of pain in your wake, listening to his hitched breath, his eyes flashing.

He didn’t say it, but his voice was in his racing heartbeat and throbbing cock.

More.

Not quite competitiveness but more like pleasure from pushing the limit. There was a certain measure of reservedness, like how he waited patiently for you to lift your leg up onto his shoulder. First one, and then you tapped his other arm. Yoongi raised his eyebrows, but he lifted his other arm, hand back to your mattress once you were folded under him.

You lifted your hips up and rammed into his crotch.

He sucked in a growl and winced, screwing his eyes shut. Probably to avoid you seeing anything too embarrassing. You let your muscles slowly close in around him, squeezing his hardness, letting yourself feel him inside you. Appreciating. He didn’t move right away. You did, steadily fucking him from below, his chest against your thighs, keeping the smirk on your face to stay as infuriating as possible.

“Fucking… Are you enjoying this?”

Low and dangerous, sweet chills up your spine at his deep voice.

“Do you fuck without the intent of enjoying it?” you countered.

He narrowed his eyes and fucked you into your mattress. Merciless and hard and deliberate. Good rhythm, which you expected. Intensity over speed, which you did not expect. Yoongi knew what he was doing. He was not just chasing his own pleasure. There was no need to with the way that you were nearly sending him over the edge with the control of your own muscles. He slowed down for a moment, lifting a hand and tracing your jaw with his fingertips, whispers under his pants, you have nice lips, you know, the perfect shape, and you licked the air, the tongue is better.

Cocked eyebrow, open-mouthed smirk.

“I’ll have to find out next time.” He ticked his head downward. “You wanna get off with me?”

“I will if you fuck me hard enough.”

“You don’t have to pretend.”

“I’m not. You’ll feel it, trust me.”

You thrusted with him to get that depth you liked and he did, in fact, feel it.

“F-Fuck!”

You bit your lower lip and grinned, throwing your head back and feeling your moan vibrate in your chest, lengthening your high with the containment. Eyes closing, no more talking, your arms up and hands clutching the pillows, fucking him as he fucked you, his swears turning into moans as he felt your orgasm convulse around him, honey wetness sticking to your inner thighs and his, chasing a higher high, cutting off every one before the final crescendo, not letting yourself fully let go, not yet, almost there, not yet.

Saturating every second with vicious, hot pleasure.

Somehow Yoongi knew. Felt it, chased it with you, his muscles tense, rigid, holding back too, building the higher high, harder, steady, fuck, so good.

Your name tumbling from his throat, the warning, and his from yours, the moment, orgasm so intense you forgot to breathe for a second, suspended, and then the crash, gasping as you felt him twitch inside you and your walls pulse, electricity shooting through your nerves, tingling and euphoric, gripping your pillows covered in your hair as Yoongi leaned forward and covered you in his hair and hot breath, colliding kiss matching the escalating beats of racing hearts.

Yoongi stared into your eyes much later, all his clothes back on.

“What?” you asked.

“Just memorizing your eyes.”

He kissed you.

“Love is more circumstance than fate.”

“I always thought so, too.”

These kinds of things came up in conversation around others. These were moments that happened by happenstance. For instance, in the middle of Taehyung’s tirade about how true love was definitely fate between two beings who had a connection unique to themselves that could not be replicated, and he deliberately ignored Yoongi when he pointed out that every connection one had with another was unique because it was between two individuals.

You and Yoongi shared a look of faint amusement in the midst of Taehyung’s abrupt soapbox speech.

Hoseok blinked and repeated his question of whether or not he suited the acorn-shaped pouch that was slightly overpriced despite being on sale. Namjoon injected and said that if he has asking then it meant that he was hesitating. Seokjin told him who cares, just buy it, it’s cute. That was enough convincing for Jung Hoseok. He brought it on the spot.

You found Yoongi afterward, waiting for you around the corner.

“Oh. I thought you went home.”

He looked at you, lowering the hood of his parka.

“I thought about it, but it had been a while since I appreciated the night.”

Then there was silence, until you were close, and then those dark eyes stayed on you, tendrils of black between you and him. Your fingertips touched the button placket of his coat. His head lowered. His breath had a little sweetness to it because of the Korean liquor. You kissed him.

You closed your eyes when you did.

You didn’t say much more.

You didn’t really look at his apartment when you arrived. You were too entangled in the lip lock and pinning his wrists to the wall. Heat pressed to heat. His tongue thrusting between your lips. The cold rapidly defrosting once skin was against skin.

Your nails down his chest.

Heavy exhale, burning anticipation.

You didn’t need to ask yourself, why am I like this. People spent years wondering on their own, but those years were already behind you, in lonely nights of both your parents working overtime and you alone at the table doing homework, cooking your own meals, cleaning up after yourself. If you wanted the video games to distract your brain, you had to be a good daughter. Being a good daughter was not that hard. Do all the things you were supposed to do and take up as little mental space as possible.

Something like that.

You ran your tongue along the inside of Yoongi’s thigh and savored his shudder.

The only detail that slightly annoyed your mother was that you weren’t interested in marrying Seokjin and Seokjin was clearly not interested in marrying you. Not much she could do about that. She gave up on asking for those kinds of details after that, mostly to avoid her own disappointment.

You wrapped your tongue around hot, taut skin, controlling the pressure of your tongue and lips. Up, down, tongue moving independently along the underside of the head, so precise that you saw his fingers sink into his sheets, surprise rippling over his features. Raised an eyebrow at him, letting the amusement show.

Yoongi smirked, a look that suited him very much.

All the way down, hitting the back of your throat. Easy. Guess a lot of people could call you a whore for that but, then again, the ones who actually knew were probably too busy pining over the fact that they would never feel it once more. Didn’t help that you acted as if it never happened once you were done.

You had dedication to games, but to people?

Not really.

It was fun to figure out people. It was fun discovering Yoongi. His sounds, every sigh, the tone of his moan, the way his breath shook when you took him deep and slow. He became very hard every time you went as deep as possible, past the point of breathing. He didn’t try to push your head or interfere with your pace. It was as if he trusted your movement, which was what he should do, because you knew what you were doing.

You swirled your tongue around the head as you went down.

He sucked in a gasp and closed his eyes, visible tension over his chest.

There was a strange familiarity to his movements. That was the only way you could describe the ease of reading his body language. Sometimes you let yourself feel the extent of the pleasure and sometimes you let the pressure build in your body to wallow in the torture of the buildup, like what he was doing now. He wanted to last, so you made it last. Not too fast. Tongue all over his hard, pulsing length, slowing down at the right moment of his hips shivering, layering the intensity again, stroking his balls as you sucked him, spreading the dripping saliva all over.

You hadn’t been having sex with Yoongi for very long, but it felt like you already knew his body.

You let him consider the possibility of you not letting him cum and then you continued the intensity, pushing him over the edge.

“… F-Fuck…!”

Rammed the throbbing head down your throat and felt his thick, salty orgasm spurt into the confines, leaking over your tongue and the roof of your mouth, breathing in to push it back. His hips involuntarily jerked and you immediately reached up to grip them and shove him back down, swallowing around the harsh pulses.

You heard Yoongi moan, low and sweet and erotic.

People were like games.

Only few had replay value.

He thought about saying something, but there wasn’t much to say.

It was his policy to not make something out of nothing. Grander, more general things, sure, he kept those ambitions. But, day-to-day, he learned it was better to go with the flow. You didn’t have disappointments if you didn’t expect much to begin with, so Yoongi didn’t expect much and let himself feel what he wanted to feel.

Like his hands on those thighs and pressing delicious legs to his chest as he sank in.

He tended to enjoy the fucking on top simply because it was easier for him. Most of the time, he didn’t feel much need to experiment or be creative. Most of the time, they weren’t worth it. Her? He fucked her in every position he could think of. This time, he felt the urge to fuck with most of his clothes on, with her holding up his shirt as he thrust into her on the edge of the bed. Not the most optimal position for maximum pleasure, but the arousal in the unnatural movement was enough to get him off.

Her too.

He could tell by the unforgiving clenching around his cock and the sopping wetness that was sticking to his balls, which was causing him to last minutes. You would think the human body would last longer if it felt better, so the pleasure could be felt more extensively, but his dick was much more interested in the instant gratification it was getting.

Oh, well.

He would have to fuck multiple times then, to prolong the pleasure.

She was the one to ask him first. Meeting without the false alibi of just happening to be at the same gathering at the same time. He went with the flow. Their fingertips touching. Her leaning in and kissing his collarbone, lips so soft that they made his nerves spark and muscles shiver, tilting his head back as her tongue traced a thin line upwards, wet heat against his pulse, her hand falling from his hand, tracing his neck.

“Choke me,” he whispered.

Yoongi liked doing things for the sheer curiosity of it.

She sucked on his ear when she choked him and electrified his whole body with lust, his hands finding her hips and slamming them down on his crotch, moaning into her ear shamelessly.

Yoongi knew he got himself into moments like this.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own.

His fingers buried into her wet, warm pussy and he inhaled, drinking in the sweet scent of her juices, in, out, so good, the feeling of power and pleasure at his fingertips, tactile and visceral and intense. Staring into those piercing eyes with one hand around his neck and the other around his hard cock, choking both until he came on her thigh and hip, but not before she came onto his fingers, pushing himself to the brink with his forearm vibrating. Ended up being sore the next day.

Worth it.

Yoongi told himself to do before getting carried away.

He was getting carried away, especially when he was alone.

His shaking breath, breathe in, breathe out, high on the bliss, their lips colliding, covered in each other, salty, sweet, sticky, closer but not, and it was nobody’s fault but his own, because he always thought about saying something, but didn’t.

There wasn’t much to say.

He looked into those eyes, and he didn’t want to say anything. Just wanted to appreciate their shape, their color, the feeling they gave him when he gazed into them, like he could live million lifetimes but recognize those eyes every time. A strange kind of familiarity that didn’t have an explanation. He had known Kim Seokjin for a while, but Seokjin was protective of his female friends, especially his most important one.

So, Yoongi stayed respectful until his brain started getting carried away because his dick wasn’t doing enough.

Well.

He tried.

“I gotta ask you something.”

“You can ask me after you press A, you dimwit.”

“I am pressing A. It’s lagging!” Seokjin growled, bopping you on the arm. You continued leaning against his broad shoulder as the Pokémon raid loaded up. “Are you dating Yoongi?”

“Mmm,” was your reply as you pressed the buttons in order. Battle, Swords Dance, on your Ceruledge. Had to get the setup going to do the most damage before your stats become nullified. The raids in Pokémon were meant to convince players to participate in online play, but math and logic could help you solo or duo them quite easily. You needed Seokjin there so you had one less idiot AI. In fact, Seokjin only purchased this generation of Pokémon to help you out in certain things. Raids and completing the Pokédex. He wasn’t as attached to the series as you were. He played so he could understand what you meant when referencing it, but he wasn’t that invested.

He was a good friend.

“Are you or not?”

“Don’t think it’s any of your business,” you responded absentmindedly, reaching over to command his statistically-perfect Arboliva that you gifted him for this very purpose to perform Helping Hand. You might as well have been doing this raid alone. Seokjin was basically simply a spare console accompanied by a warm body.

For now.

Kidding… unless?

Nah, he was too much fun to tease.

“It is my business. You’re my friend, he’s my friend and, if you two are dating, it’ll make the group all weird.”

“Your friend group is already all weird.”

Seokjin prodded you in the head as you selected Bitter Blade for your attack move. “Be serious.”

“Ask him.”

“I did. He said to ask you.”

“Huh.”

Silence.

“… I’ll kill him if he abandons you.”

You couldn’t pause the raid. It was timed and the raid Pokémon had to be defeated in that time, or you would get kicked out. You didn’t say anything. Just kept pressing buttons, turning automatic.

“Well, I won’t kill him. I’ll make Jungkook kill him.”

Reaching over Seokjin, who did nothing to help you. He just held the Switch as you selected the correct moves and thought about who you needed to raise next. Maybe a Gardevoir. You needed more special attackers to avoid Abilities like Cursed Body and the Burn status condition.

Seokjin was suddenly quiet.

“… You think he’d do that?” you finally said, not quite sure what you meant in asking that.

You felt a hand on your head, bringing you closer to broad shoulders and his game.

“I don’t know.”

One thing about Seokjin was that he always told the truth.

“Are you getting your dick wet or what?”

Yoongi blinked slowly.

“What?”

“Jimin, you can’t ask that,” Hoseok scolded, whacking Jimin’s chopsticks with his own to punish the younger male because the walking sunshine was too pure-hearted to physically strike Jimin. “Eat your food.”

Jimin thinned his plump lips and gave Yoongi the side eye instead of eating his meal like Hoseok told him to. “I think you are. I feel it.”

Yoongi made the executive decision to ignore Jimin and continue serving himself the soup, adding plenty of vegetables. “Hoseok, haven’t you been working a lot lately? You need to eat more meat. You’re getting too thin.”

“You sound like my parents, hyung,” Hoseok laughed jovially as Yoongi added extra slices of marinated beef onto his plate. “Thanks, thanks.”

“Don’t avoid the question,” Jimin continued, buzzing away like a determined bee.

“I get it wet every day. It’s called a shower.”

“You know what I mean.”

“And I answered you.”

Jimin squinted under his fluffy auburn locks. “You’re sussy.”

“Huh?” Hoseok blinked rapidly, cocking his head. “Sussy?”

“Suspicious. Taehyung taught me.”

Hoseok’s lips curled into a round ‘o’, seemingly filing away this new lingo. “Man, sometimes I feel so old around you and Taehyung even though I’m only a year older.” The bustling restaurant complimented his cheerful voice, warm smells and fragrant conversation mixing with the clinking of plates and glasses. He reached over the table, patting Yoongi on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re talking to someone though. I thought you were going to die alone.”

Those cat-like eyes shifted away.

“… Thanks.”

Nothing more.

“Uh oh, there’s trouble in paradise already.”

“Is something wrong?” Hoseok asked, frowning slightly at the older male’s reaction.

Yoongi sighed, and shook his head.

“It’s nothing. There’s not much to say about it.”

Hoseok caught on right away, nodding intently. “Right! Speaking of, Jimin, I heard you are leading a theater production all on your own.”

“A-Ah, just the choreography for the songs…” A small hand attempted to wave away Hoseok’s sudden unwavering excitement. “Really, it’s not that serious…”

“Yes, it is! A musical! With weeks and weeks of shows…!”

Yoongi avoided looking at his phone all night. He kept his eyes forward and focused on the conversation with his friends. If he didn’t, he would be stuck in his thoughts, wondering what all those nights really meant if all he had now was silence and a loveholic’s hangover he didn’t ask for.

“Oh, shit.”

Those were the first words you had spoken to a real, physical, in-the-flesh human being in a long time (Seokjin didn’t count). First words you had spoken all day, actually. Wait. Maybe you exclaimed out loud, you little fucker, get in the damn ball, earlier. Highly probable. No need to censor yourself when you were at home.

“You have left me on read for two weeks.”

“Oh… shit.”

After the shock had set in, the cold suddenly became apparent. It was winter, after all. Extra obvious by the snow on the ground and the big black parka the person outside your door was wearing, although the red flush around his neck and cheekbones was not from the icy breeze.

“Two weeks,” the man at your front door repeated with a growl, and he started advancing which, in most cases, would be a sign to call the police.

“Surely,” you sputtered, fumbling with your phone in your other hand, letting go of the knob because the screen was tab after open tab of various Pokédex entries of the Pokémon you were considering spending your previous in-game money on to make statistically perfect. Ahem, anyway, you hurriedly changed apps to your Messages app, your eyes widening as you saw the dates of your last messages.

Oh shit.

“Actually, it’s only been twelve days–”

“Twelve days of nothing,” he snapped, slamming closed your front door that you were honestly slightly grateful for. It was fuckin’ cold out there. “And what do I hear tonight? Just yesterday you were speaking to Jeon Jungkook on the phone.”

And, at this point, Min Yoongi got in your face.

You held your phone close to your purple sherpa pullover and stepped back as a stern, gracefully annoyed expression confronted you. Wild long black hair, furrowed eyebrows, and flashing dark eyes. Flushed pink lips twisted into irritation. Open jacket revealing his black sweater and light blue jeans, strange for such a cold night.

“Have you been drinking?” you observed, catching a whiff of his exhale.

“I’m not drunk,” Yoongi countered, backing up and scowling. “I was at Namjoon’s and then I remembered you lived nearby. So, I walked.”

“You… walked?”

“Yeah.”

You blinked slowly.

“Kim Namjoon… if you’re walking… that’s about an hour away….”

The scowl straightened out, leaving a stoic profile as Yoongi refused to look at you.

He grunted.

You were surprised.

“I… Jeon Jungkook called me.” You felt the sudden urge to fill the space of silence as the man before you kept his gaze at a firm ninety-degrees to the wall despite your face being right there. “He was worried about Seokjin, because he kept trying to call him. Seokjin had sent him a box of grapes from his uncle’s farm and Jungkook was trying to thank him via call because his mom told him he couldn’t simply text, but Seokjin wasn’t answering the calls and then Jungkook got worried so he called me since I have Seokjin’s family number but then I reminded Jungkook that that rich guy and his family went to a luxurious mountain resort to go skiing and wouldn’t be back until next weekend,” you finished in a jumbled mess of oversharing.

Silence.

You were highly aware that your Nintendo Switch was loudly playing the classic, cheery jingle of the Pokémon Center in your bedroom, echoing the bright notes throughout your apartment as, er, your possibly-soon-to-be-past fling? current interest? situation-ship? continued staring at the wall as if the paint was the one speaking to him.

To reiterate, you were surprised.

“I… I didn’t think you cared,” you explained, looking up at Yoongi.

He turned his head.

Looking down, black hair around his cheeks. Lashes lifting, slow motion, dark brown orbs raising, then the darkness was on you, and there was no anger, no malice, the heated air of his rash imposition fizzling out once your eyes connected.

His lips parted.

Nothing came out, as if he was about to say something emotional but then stopped himself. His brows knitted together, a moment of recollection, and then.

“Namjoon said I should be honest, so I’m here to tell you that you pissed me off by ignoring me,” he mumbled.

You blinked. Slowly, once again.

“O… Oh. I apologize.”

Silence except heartbeats.

Yoongi looked away.

You could piece the entire picture together now. Your eyes shifted, side to side, to his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, to the faint tint of pink around his ears and neck, to his relaxed shoulders and that tense heart, and you were surprised because Yoongi had always held himself with a devil-may-care attitude and straightforward bluntness. Not that you didn’t think there was more, but rather it seemed as if he didn’t want to address that under any circumstances and you had no need for more when you were your own happiness, and so you asked him another question.

“Is this you or the alcohol talking?”

Yoongi clicked his tongue and frowned, flickering glare meeting you. “Alcohol doesn’t make you a different person. I’m not someone else just because I had a few bottles with Namjoon. I have a high tolerance anyway.”

You smiled.

“I know. Wanted to make sure you were thinking the same thing I was.”

That was why Yoongi and you ended up in this situation. Because he seemed to always end up thinking the same thing you were. There wasn’t much discussion or mystery. There was you and there was him in the same place at the same time. Multiple times. Overlapping interests, but not all the same. Kept things interesting. Discovering you had the same core values and then the same kind of comfortable silence that turned into his hand on yours, experimental, are you thinking what I’m thinking, bodies closer, breath mixing, heads tilting, is it this?

Playing the game.

The Pokémon Center music faded out and then picked up again, always aggressively joyous, always ready to nurse your team back to full health.

You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. “Hah… I’ve just… been playing the new Pokémon game came out recently, so I took time off to play it… thought I said…”

“You did say,” he interrupted.

Awkward pause.

“You did say,” and this time Yoongi sighed, suddenly smacking his palm into his forehead and rubbing it, mussing up his own hair. “You did say, and I believe everyone should enjoy something with the kind of passion you exhibit for your interests. I just wanted you to involve me even though I know nothing.”

You stared at him.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why would I involve you in something you don’t care about?”

“I don’t care about it yet.”

“Why would you care about it?”

He flung his hand away from his face and scowled. “Are you an idiot?”

“Depends, are you confessing?”

Again, no one ever called you subtle.

Frigid embarrassment, and it wasn’t from you. Shocking. Suddenly your wall became irresistible to Yoongi’s eyeballs once more. You patiently waited.

“… No.”

“Ah. I see.”

You did see, straight through his bullshit.

Yoongi pursed his lips and gave you the side-eye. “I don’t want to play games.”

You shrugged. “Well, I do, because I’m a nerd, and I could make you a nerd too if you take off your shoes and come to the bedroom.” Chewed on your lip and felt that you should go back to being serious, at least for a moment. “I am sorry. I thought you would call me a kid, and I like you enough to not want you to be so ignorant, so I especially avoided speaking much about playing Pokémon. Honestly, I would rather hear you say that you don’t want to see me anymore than hear you talk shit about my cute pocket monster friends.”

Yoongi surprised you again.

He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t hate Pokémon. I used to watch the animation as a kid. I somewhat regret not being more into it, because then maybe you would have let me in a lot more if we had that common interest.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“Putting your dick in my pussy is not letting you in a lot more?”

He raised an eyebrow back.

“You’re right. That was the alcohol talking,” he replied in a deadpan voice.

You smiled.

He smiled back. It did not seem like he wanted to and it did not seem like he could help himself either. What a predicament. You couldn’t relate.

“Do people like to tell you you’re difficult?” you asked with too much glee, unable to hide your amusement any longer.

The corner of his lips twitched. “All the fuckin’ time.”

You nodded knowingly. “Did you know we have that in common?”

He ticked his head at you, messy black hair over his cheeks and open-mouthed smirk. “Strangely enough, I seem to have learned that tonight.”

“I’m about to teach you a lot more, this time about Pokémon and not about how deep I can throat dick.”

“Consider giving me a supplemental lesson about the latter in the morning when I’m completely sober.”

“Hmm, I accept if can you listen without falling asleep.”

Yoongi eventually did fall asleep, but he did last three hours and retained most of the information in the morning despite being a drunk, ahem, not drunk (according to him) man confessing his feelings at your doorstep. In the future, once he had purchased his own game and was playing alongside you, he would insist that moment was not the one when he confessed, that he definitely confessed later (sober, mind you), and that he definitely did not purchase a Nintendo Switch and start studying the Pokédex more because of you (he had simply found the game a good way to wind down).

Games were just more fun to play now when he had a player two.

Yeah.

We know better.

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↳ SUMMARY: having to teach the lowest and failing class in school, you have to find a way to keep their attention and their grades up but it won’t be easy

↳ PAIRING: students!min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x teacher!reader

↳ GENRE: smut with plot (smut is shown in part 2)

↳ CW/S: reader fingers herself, mentions of porn, age gap

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It had been another awkward and difficult day for me at school and teaching the class I had been allocated this year was positively heart-breaking. There were 5 boys and 6 girls, all of them 18 years old. The boys ranged from Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. Every one of them an under achiever and apparently not interested in anything I had to teach them. Only government regulations, designed to keep them out of unemployment statistics, had kept them in educational systems for so long. Due to these new rules they had been made to repeat their final year, but, at the end of the current school year they would have to leave. Every one of them would undoubtedly flounder in the tough world of the jobs market.

And the bottom line was - they weren't interested. They were, in fact, the left - overs after all vacancies in the other classes had been filled. I remember the head - teacher gently patting me on the back and asking me to do my best.

"They’re a lost cause, Y/n, but, we still have to go through the motions. Meanwhile, because of staffing problems, apart from Science and Art, I'm afraid you have to cover most if not all of their subjects yourself”

I remember groaning at this news. I suppose it was because I had been the last teacher to join his staff. I had gotten the short straw.

And so I tried. Day after day, week after week. Surely, they couldn't be as bad as they’d been portrayed, I told myself. But, the sad looks and sympathy I got for my lack of progress from the Headmaster and fellow teachers told me otherwise.

It was frustrating and painstaking work every day. I was lucky to be heard, such was the noise and disruption in that classroom. It was an unending struggle and my pupils and I were going nowhere, achieving nothing. I was at my wits end in trying to get through to them. It was so exhausting and depressing. They were the most unruly and inattentive group of young people I had ever come across since I had started in the teaching profession some 5 years ago.

The trouble was that, previously, I had worked in private girls schools in London, where discipline and attitudes were vastly different. But, when I was transferred to Korea, I had limited choices. Apgujeong High School was where I had ended up. It was different to London and the South East. In this part of Korea the economic situation was tougher and job opportunities more difficult to find. It would have been an exaggeration to say the school was in a deprived area. But it was getting that way. The school catered for all pupils in the area of secondary school age. Some of them, same age as my lot were doing their CSAT’s. But obviously there was a big difference in abilities.

Ideally, my target as a teacher was to bring these youngsters up to a basic and acceptable standard, so they could leave school with at least some qualifications, but, up to now I was failing miserably, even with a relatively small class like this. I couldn't think of any one of them succeeding. They would be leaving school with not a single school exam success between them. What chance did they have at obtaining decent employment. As things were going, I was heading for a clean sheet of failure for my efforts. But, I didn't like failure. I had come into the teaching profession to succeed.

"Don't you have any ambition; don't you want to do something with your lives?" I cried out in despair one day. They looked at me in amused silence. I might as well have been talking in a foreign language. All they wanted to do, seemingly, was to quit school and go onto unemployment benefits. Most of them lived in run down areas and were from broken homes etc. In fact, I knew very little about their personal lives. There had to be some real communication between us to do that. And so far, there hadn't been any.

Talking to colleagues in the staff room - more specifically Namjoon, one of many biology teachers - , I was warned that my pathetic efforts to make some progress were being monitored by the powers that be. "Don't blame the old headmaster; he said he's under a lot of pressure from the higher-ups. Also, he thinks we are due for an OFSTED inspection soon.”

"Do you think I'll be sacked?" I asked, worried. "Could be" Namjoon said. "They have the power to do it and they like to make an example of somebody every now and then. It makes them look good" And, at the very least, I knew that bad reports on my abilities would blight my career.

When I went back to the classroom, I was starting to panic. As usual there was mayhem in the room. If anything, this lot were getting worse.

Jungkook was trying to aim a paper airplane into Taehyung mouth, Hoseok had launched Jimin onto his shoulders - now spinning in circles and Yoongi, well, he was dead asleep at the back of the classroom.

What was I going to do? I had tried everything my teacher training had taught me and was getting nowhere. It was beginning to be a nightmare and I knew that in this case there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

One frustrating week later, I had an idea; funnily enough from watching a silly little porn film. I liked to watch them every now and again, especially after an extricating day of handling those brats. Anything to calm the pent up aggression I had.

In one of them, a young and attractive brunette teacher started to strip. Funnily enough, I thought she looked a lot like me. And, of course, she got the immediate attention of the young males in her class. After that, inevitably, she got fucked across her desk by all and sundry. It was to be expected, I suppose. After all it was a porn movie.

Normally, I would have gone out of the room or made a coffee while I wait for the plot to actually get somewhere but, there was something about her being in a classroom that got through to me. Unlike other films of that nature, the acting was good, it seemed very realistic. I watched it again and again when I had the chance, watching her getting it from the boys. Sometimes, I stripped at the same time she did, and then compared my naked body to hers. I was pleased to see I matched her in all respects, because, I too had long shapely legs, decent size tits and curves in all the right places. Could I do that? Strip in a classroom? I started to seriously think about it.

Then, later, after watching it several more times, I was convinced that it was the perfect answer to my problems at this school: An unconventional and risky solution, yes; but why not? I could challenge the boys in my class to work hard and pass exams on the promise that I would strip for them. It seemed like a really good idea.

Of course, I knew that none of them were bothered enough to make it, but, (and this was the important thing) they would at least make an effort to study and learn. My working life would be tolerable again. It was the old carrot and stick routine. The carrot being the prospect of seeing my naked body, the stick being the work they would have to do to make it happen. I reckoned it was worth a shot. It was my last hope really. Of course, I didn't tell my friend and colleague Namjoon about my bright idea. In fact the fewer people who knew about it the better and I had to keep that firmly in mind.

I picked a time, purposely; when the girls were absent, to make my pitch. Two or three times a week they had netball or cookery sessions and that suited me just fine. The only female left in the class on those occasions was me. The guys as usual were inattentive and noisy, talking among themselves, telling dirty jokes and trying to outdo each other in being the biggest nuisance in the class.

I was well and truly fed up with this sort of thing. I left my desk and went to stand in front of the class. I was wearing one of my shortest skirts that day, deliberately so.

"WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DO A STRIPTEASE?" I shouted.

Immediately, there was a complete and deathly silence. It had got their attention alright.

"What was that, Miss," Yoongi, who I had noted as the oldest amongst the group and the local slacker who’d usually sleep through class, said back.

"I said... how would you like me to do a striptease for you."

It took a moment for what I said to register in the silence of the room.

"YES MISS," was the loud response seconds later.

I could tell they were astounded by my announcement.

"Will you show your pussy, Miss," Another - Jimin, the known ‘fuckboy’ of the school - sniggered and then everyone laughed. Dirty laughs. They were onto a subject they liked and discussing the teacher's pussy was a real turn-on.

"Of course I will," I said.

That shocked them. There was stony silence again. In fact, you could have heard a pin drop. Now I was getting their full attention. Something that was very rare indeed.

I continued, gaining more confidence by the second.

"When I say naked, I mean naked, you all know what that means don't you?"

"Yeah" Jimin said brazenly, "it means we get to see tits, legs, pussy, everything!”

"Are you shaved, Miss?" Taehyung, the loudest of the group, asked. More like sniggers.

"Well, you'll have to wait to find out, won't you?" I said huskily.

There were shouts of "WHEN, WHEN" before Hoseok spoke up. He was sort of an unofficial spokesman for the class.

"Is that a definite promise then, Miss? Can we hold you to it?" He must have thought I'd gone out of my mind.

"Yes," I said. "It can actually happen. It's up to you." There was more shouting and talking as the boys got excited. They hadn't expected a topic like this for their afternoon in class.

Just then my voice began to falter. For some reason I was nervous. I suppose I was imagining standing there before these 5 youths without a stitch of clothing. Could it actually happen? I went weak at the knees.

Pull yourself together, woman, before you lose control, I told myself.

They were talking in whispers now, dirty talk, talking about me; discussing my physical attributes; she's got great legs, big tits, I had heard similar things before, enough to realise that the boys rated me, quite high as a sex symbol in their eyes. My throat went dry. I grabbed my glass of water and swallowed. Somehow, I managed to talk again.

"Yes, I know you would like that," I said..."but, and there is a big but."

"Oh," went a disappointed moan from my audience.

"I knew there would be a catch Miss," said Jeon Jungkook, the usual boisterous teen - almost as bad as Taehyung. Almost.

"Well here's the thing," I said, "all you have to do to get me to perform for you is work at your studies and pass some exams. It's as simple as that; because, believe it or not, I actually WANT you to succeed. So much so, that I am prepared to do this for you. I am prepared to shame and humiliate myself by sexily stripping and exposing my naked body to you guys at the end of term”

"Yeah, we get the bit about the stripping, Teach, but what exactly would we have to achieve in order for you to do this?"

It was Min Yoongi again and it was a very good question. Unfortunately, he had caught me out as I hadn't thought it through enough.

"Well that could be the subject of negotiation between us" was what I said. I had to say something or they would have switched off.

In the end, I agreed that I would do it for any boy who achieved a grade C level. (That was generally accepted as a decent grade and one that that employers recognised)

My heart started to pound as I wondered whether I had set the bar high enough.

"Is that in any subject," asked Kim Taehyung. One pass in any subject? They were all very interested now. I could tell.

"Okay then," I agreed, “We can go with that”

My heart started pounding again...

"What about a sample Miss, to see if it would be worthwhile"

"What do you mean?"

"Show us a bit of leg like”

"Alright," I said, "I can do that”

So, I looked at them sexily and lifted my skirt up my thigh. Every single one of them was leaning forward, focusing hard on my legs. Some of them even got out of their seats to get a closer look. Very slowly I eased my skirt further up to let them see more; You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Strangely enough, I was beginning to enjoy myself. And for once, I had these guys in the palm of my hand. I had found a magic formula; the power of sex.

"That's just a taster," I said as I let my skirt drop "And it's all you're going to get until the main event”

"What about the girls?" asked Jimin, "are they going to be in on it?"

"No" I said emphatically, "this is just between me and all of you guys here. I am the only female involved and I want you all to myself. It will be our secret. Nobody outside of this room gets to know, because, if it gets out, I will be prevented from doing my striptease act for you. And I would be so disappointed if that happens"

I was making it up as I went along now. But, for the first time I wondered if I could actually go through with what I was promising.

Yoongi spoke up. His sheer no-bullshit attitude demanded attention and respect from the other boys.

"Anybody snitches and they'll end up in hospital," he said, showing off his clenched fist accompanied with a glare.

"Yeah, I'll back that" said Jungkook, making me suppress a smile. He was cute but he wouldn't frighten anybody.

"Yeah, me too!" Another shouted.

That spread and within seconds all the guys had vowed themselves to secrecy under pain of death.

"Will it just be a quick strip then Miss, cos that'll be over in a minute or two, won't it?"

Yoongi had caught me off guard again. Just as it was all going so well.

I had hesitated and he was in like a flash. Maybe, I had underestimated his intelligence.

"Well what more do you want me to do?" I offered.

I suddenly had an image of the naked Miss Lushbody - the pornstar - and felt an erotic shimmer pass through me.

"I dunno," replied Yoongi, "maybe a kiss or a dance; something like that"

I was so grateful that nothing crude or suggestive had been shouted out that I readily agreed to Yoongi’s suggestion.

"We should write it down," he said wisely, "work something out”

The class were with him. "Yeah that sounds fair and reasonable," Hoseok agreed.

Down to the last man they voted that in: A committee of five. They had never agreed on anything before in my recollection. At least it was progress.

"You agree, Miss?"

I gulped, as I remembered Miss Lushbody getting ravaged by a group of males over her desk. I went weak at the knees again. "Alright," I heard myself say in a squeaky kind of voice that sounded dangerously like female submission. But, what the hell was I agreeing to?

"I'll draw something up," said Yoongi taking control.

I opened my mouth to say something, but, nothing came out. I had lost the initiative and others were taking control. So, I found myself standing there, prettily, like a dumb Miss Lushbody.

My heart was beating so hard I started to get dizzy. And, how I managed to finish the lesson and get out of that classroom I will never know. But, essentially, I had pulled it off. Things were in motion.

.☆.

From Day one, after our arrangement, everything changed. It was as though I had built a fire under them. All noise and chatter suddenly ceased; it became a thing of the past. Disruption was a no-no. Now they listened to every word I said. I couldn't believe the change. I was on cloud nine as homework was dutifully handed in, discussion and debate was intelligent and generally to the point.

But, if I had been under any illusions as the reason for this change, Yoongi put me right on that, one day after class. "It's lust what's done it Miss. They all want to see you strip naked”

"Oh" I said." Well ...we're all looking forward to it then" (What else could I say?)

Weeks went by and the progress was nothing short of amazing. Even the half dozen lazy girls were caught up in it. They didn't know anything, about what had been agreed of course, but, the atmosphere in the class was conducive to learning and that had benefited them. The boys were shushing them every time they started to talk.

Then Yoongi gave me the written paper. He said all the guys had agreed on it.

I started to read it on my lunch break in the staffroom, but, quickly decided to disappear into the ladies. I didn't want anyone else to see me with it. In a cubicle, I took off my skirt and started to read. I was shocked; it was a boy's charter for sexually exploiting their nieve teacher. No wonder they were all working like demented beavers.

I was to strip, yes, that was still in there, but now, I had to remain naked until they gave me permission to put my clothes back on. They wanted a real good look at my naked body.

My imagination ran riot, and, before I knew it, my hand was reaching inside my panties seeking out my pussy. Whose fingers would get me there first, I wondered, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jungkook? It could be a gang-bang.

Ironically, it was the best piece of written work they had ever produced. Proof that they could actually write. And, some intelligence there if I was not mistaken.

My conclusion was that if enough of these boys achieved academic success, they would definitely be trying to take liberties with me. That seemed to be the bottom line. But, maybe I was worrying unnecessarily. Academic geniuses they were not and passing exams for them was a tall order, given their school records.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, I put the document down. "Why don't you just let the boys sort it out," a little voice in my head seemed to say.

And, this particular dizzy teacher continued to masturbate, instead, now concentrating on her sensitive clit. I couldn't remember the last time I had done this at work. It must have been the subject matter I had been reading about that was making me hot.

I sighed happily and leaned back on the toilet seat, my panties were off by then and my fingers busy...I was thinking of Jungkook...so cute and also of Yoongi, yes Yoongi, my favourite...oh, oh. My pussy was so wet...

Time slipped by...

I looked at my watch, Jesus! How long had I been in here? Jumping up, I thrust their paper into my bag and put my skirt back on. My panties were on the floor and sopping and I just threw them into the waste basket as I ran out. Goodness, what would my friends and colleagues think of me, if they knew about this deal with my students.

When I got back to my class, they were all watching me. I knew what they were waiting for. They wanted my agreement to what they had written.

They waited until the girls went to cookery. That was my cue. Was it a green light or what? They wanted to know. If I didn't agree to what they had drawn up I knew that the deal was dead. We would be back to the dark days of mayhem, disruption and frustration. I couldn't face that, but, on the other hand, I was risking well...what was I risking? It didn't bear thinking about...

"Well Miss, what's it to be?" Enquired young Kim Taehyung, impatiently. I felt five pairs of eyes on me. Then my heart was pounding again, my throat dry as dust. I tried to speak but nothing came, I was feeling the pressure. Then, I heard that squeaky little girl voice again, coming from my own throat. Despite myself, It was the clear, but, unmistakeable, sound of female submission. "Okay, we can do this" my voice confirmed. My silliness in the toilet had all but destroyed my reasoning power. I hadn't even read the damn thing properly.

They all roared. It was a sound that had resonated through the ages: A mix of male triumph and lust over the female species. It made me go weak at the knees.

Of course, they made me sign it; I wasn't going to be left with any escape route. They wanted to pin me down; their own signatures were already on it: Participants in lust and desire. I read each name of my possible masters and visualised what they might do to me, I closed my eyes and felt an erotic shudder shiver through my body :-

Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.

They were all hoping to get a piece of me. First the full strip and then, well, there would be kissing and such, and, no doubt, anything that horny adolescents had in mind. And, I couldn't complain because initially it had all been my idea. That was until they had taken it over and ran with it. At the time, it had seemed like a bit of harmless fun, something to get them going. I was sure it would never actually happen. But the guys were in control now, and had adapted it to suit them. It seemed much darker and sinister now. I should have objected and refused to go along with it. But it was too late.

My fate was now in their hands.

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Date posted: 17/08/23

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Bangtan Cinema: Horror Night

Welcome to Bangtan Cinema: Horror Night! 🍿👻

Come watch read some haunted themes being featured at the Bangtan Cinemas! All stories based in a universe of a special horror-related movie! Isn’t that spook-tacular? So come on down, grab a couple of your friendly goons, some buttery popcorn, and enjoy 7 movies fics directed written by amazing and horrific authors!

All films fics are RATED R for mature audiences ONLY!

Zom-body to Love (COMING SOON TO A THEATER NEAR YOU) ↠ Movie Reference: Shaun of the Dead (2004) ↠ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader ↠ Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Horror, Crack, Fluff, Smut ↠ Director: @seokjinger-ale ──────────── ↠ Summary: Kim Seokjin lives an average, boring life. Get up, go to work, play video games, eat, sleep, repeat. The only bright spot is you, the cute teacher in the classroom across from the IT office where he works. His crush on you is massive, but he can never quite pull it together enough to ask you out. However, when the weird lady growling on the bus ends up being one of an army of the undead, Seokjin’s life becomes anything but boring. With the help of his doomsday prepper roommate, Jungkook, and a rigid determination to rescue you and keep you safe, will Seokjin finally be able to become the badass he’s always wanted to be and confess his feelings before the world ends?

45 Lampkin Ln (COMING SOON TO A THEATER NEAR YOU) ↠ Movie Reference: Halloween (1978) ↠ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader ↠ Genre: Horror, Thriller, Smut ↠ Director: @sugakookitty ──────────── ↠ Summary: “Drop the addy.” Ping after ping; it’s the only message coming through your line. Everyone wants to know what the move is tonight. For you, it’s babysitting the Doyle kids, but your best friend Anne has plans to throw a party at the old Myer’s house. However, one text from a guy you’re crushing on changes your mind.

This is a bad idea. Yoongi is a bad idea. Tonight, of all, is the worst for making bad decisions. But in what universe would you ever miss the opportunity to have Yoongi pull up at your party?

It Stays (CLICK TO VIEW SHOWTIMES!) ↠ Movie Reference: It Follows (2014) ↠ Pairing: Demon Jung Hoseok x Student Female Reader ↠ Genre: Thriller, Supernatural, Horror, Angst, Smut ↠ Director: @jjkeverlast ──────────── ↠ Summary: After some unexpected events at your campus, you're determined to find out what exactly has been lurking behind these walls, or more so who.

Familiar Hauntings (CLICK TO VIEW SHOWTIMES!) ↠ Movie Reference: The Conjuring (2013) ↠ Pairing: Demonologist Kim Namjoon x Clairvoyant Female Reader ↠ Genre: Established Relationship, Thriller, Horror, Supernatural, Angst ↠ Director: @joonscypher ──────────── ↠ Summary: You and Namjoon have worked hard to become expert paranormal investigators. You’ve successfully investigated and exorcised a number of demons and ghosts all over the world and your followers believe in you enough to keep you confident and going. That’s why when you get a call about a family with a teenage daughter experiencing traumatizing hauntings, you and your team don’t think twice about going to help.

It isn’t until you get there do you realize that you may be in over your heads when you come face to face with a powerful yet familiar evil. It’s going to take more effort than you ever thought you’d need to get rid of this sinister force before it destroys everyone in it’s sight, including you and everyone you care about.

Cathexis (CLICK TO VIEW SHOWTIMES!) ↠ Movie Reference: Firestarter (1984) ↠ Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader ↠ Genre: Firestarter AU, Slight Yandere, Thriller ↠ Director: @jkeuphoriadreamland ──────────── ↠ Summary: Possessing a power that was genetically passed onto him, Jimin has to face life’s struggles managing this burden alone. He finds himself back in a town he vaguely recalls , where he hopes to find some semblance of peace, but what he doesn’t expect is to come face to face with his past.

Welcome to Woodsboro (CLICK TO VIEW SHOWTIMES!) ↠ Movie Reference: Scream (1996, 1997, 2000, 2011, 2022) ↠ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader ↠ Genre: Established Relationship, Thriller, Fluff, Smut ↠ Director: @kth1 ──────────── ↠ Summary: One generation's tragedy is the next one's joke as two horror enthusiasts set out to visit California's most infamous murder site, Woodsboro. Decorated like a festival throughout the town is nonother than the haunting and creepy mask of Ghostface. As an area with a history of a gruesome and terrorizing past, there is nothing better for fanatics from all around to show up on the anniversary of the very first murder that set off decades of repetitive fear.

A Grave Mistake (COMING SOON TO A THEATER NEAR YOU) ↠ Movie Reference: Ready or Not (2019) ↠ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Newly Wed Female Reader ↠ Genre: Wedding AU, Established Relationship, Thriller, Horror, Angst, Smut ↠ Director: @jeonjcngkook ──────────── ↠ Summary: Valentino couture mixed with violence and gore is not how you assumed your wedding day would end. As you come together to celebrate your union in front of both your friends and family with the pledge to love each other for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, sealed with a kiss. But you don't realise that 'until death do you part' is taken quite very literally in the form of a childhood playground game. are you really ready to love and honour each other as promised?

© All rights reserved under all respective authors tagged within this post - do not copy, repost, modify, edit, or translate any of these works without author’s direct consent. Ownership belongs to each author tied to their original works.

#bangtan cinema: horror night #kth1 #sugakookitty #jooncypher #jeonjcngkook #jjkeverlast #jkeuphoriadreamland #seokjinger-ale #bts collab

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colormepurplex2 · 1 year

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ColorMePurplex2 Master List

Important notes

Genre Key: s (smut), a (angst), f (fluff), dd (dead dove), mm (contains some form of mxm content)

Rating: (regardless, this space is not for minors) G - general audience | PG - strong, suggestive language | PG-13 - frequent use of strong language, grittier subject matter | R - large amounts of vulgar language and adult references | MA - strictly for adults 18+

Relationships: my stories may feature sexual relationship variations between all genders. This is a LGTBQIA2S+ friendly space

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own any part of BTS. All members of BTS are faces and name claims for these stories. Every post is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in my works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

For a full, comprehensive list of each pairing/scenario please check the masterlists under each section.

OT7 Masterlist

▻ Souls of Seoul: Blood Bond (Ao3) (127k) - x f.Reader - Modern Fantasy/Thriller AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f, mm

▻ Souls of Seoul: The Rise And Fall (Ao3) (~93k, ongoing) - x f.Reader - Modern Fantasy/Thriller AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f, mm

▻ Fickle Flame (~66k, ongoing) - x OFC - A/B/O, Vampire/Hybrid, Dystopian AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f, dd, mm

Kim Namjoon Masterlist

▻ Kaleidoscope (6k) - x f.Reader - Art/Music AU | RATED: MA | s, f

Kim Seokjin Masterlist

▻ Your Guardian Angel (14k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Roommates AU | RATED: MA | s, a, mild f

▻ Masks & Merlot (13k) - x f.Reader - Long-time pining, Non-Idol AU | RATED: MA | s, a

Min Yoongi Masterlist

▻ Work Hard, Play Harder (9k) - x f.Reader - College AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ Till Death Do Us Part (41k) - x f.Reader - Mafia AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f

▻ Blood Bride (9k) - x f.Reader - Vampire AU | RATED: MA | s

▻ Bump In The Night (12k) - x f.Reader - Monster Under The Bed AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop (8k) - x f.Reader - Coffee Shop/Art AU | RATED: MA | s, f

Jung Hoseok Masterlist

▻ Box Of Chocolates (15k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Exes to Lovers AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f

▻ Play With Fire (8k) - x f.Reader - Crime/Arsonist AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart (18k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Brother’s Best Friend AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild f

Park Jimin Masterlist

▻ Pixie Dust - x f.Reader (8k) - Fantasy/Fairy AU | RATED: MA | s

Kim Taehyung Masterlist

▻ Did It Hurt? (28k) - x f.Reader - Angels & Demons AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ In Memory of Him (~13k, ongoing) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Late Husband's Best Friend | RATED: MA | s, a, f

Jeon Jungkook Masterlist

▻ Make You Mine - x f.Reader (11k) - A/B/O AU | RATED: MA | a, s

▻ Chasing Shadows - x f.Reader (21k) - Sherlock Holmes Crime AU | RATED: MA | a, s

▻ On Wings of Mist & Memories (39k) - x f.Reader - High Fantasy/Dragons AU | RATED: MA | a, s, f

▻ Now I’m Yours (14k) (follow-up to Make You Mine) - x f.Reader - A/B/O AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild f

▻ Shatter With Me (~18k, ongoing) - x f.Reader - Best Friend's Husband, Surrogacy AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild f

Multi-Member x Reader/OC Masterlist

▻ Lights, Camera, Action - NAMJOON/JUNGKOOK (22k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol/Art AU | RATED: MA | s, f, mm

▻ I Put A Spell On You - JIMIN & JUNGKOOK (9k) - x f.Reader - Witches/Demons/Vampires AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild mm

▻ Dream For Us - HYUNG LINE (15k) - x f.Reader - Demi-Gods AU | RATED: MA | a, s

▻ Flowers Of Fate - YOONGI/JIMIN/NAMJOON/JUNGKOOK (56k) - x f.Reader - High Fantasy/Beltane/Fae AU | RATED: MA | a, s, f, mm

Member x Member Masterlist

▻ By The Fire With Care - SEOKJIN/TAEHYUNG (2.9k) - Non-Idol, PWP | RATED: MA | s, f

▻ Curse Of The Serpent - NAMJOON/JIMIN (12k) - Greek Mythology/Perseus x Medusa Retelling | RATED: MA | a, s

My writing may not be copied and posted or translated without my expressed permission. All of my work is cross-posted to Ao3 , Wattpad , and shared via Twitter. I do not post to any other site All rights reserved. 2020-24 ©ColorMePurplex2

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Bts Fanfic Recommendations PT.1

Readers note: Hi everyone! I decided to make a BTS ff recommendation post finally! After reading so many amazing ff’s this year, here are the ones that I have put together so far, many more are to come in the future:) A warning I have is that 99.9% of these contain things such as nsfw/smut, dark themes, mature themes, etc. So this post is 18+, I am not your mother so I cannot stop you from what you read, but I am cautioning you before you continue. Also, almost all of these are members x fem!reader. Hope you enjoy and full credit to all of these authors and thank you so much for your amazing hard work!!! Happy reading:)

**ALL RIGHTS GO TO ORIGINAL WRITERS**

A- Angst F-Fluff M- Nsfw/smut/mature *- Favorites

Seokjin:

Be lucky (f)

Forever (A,F,M) - ex!fiance x reader/ idol au

24/7 marriage counselor(F)

Sunday(M)

Want sum f*ck(M) - Fuckboy!seokjin x reader

Verlangen(M,F) Model!Jin x Model!Reader

Timid (M) Yandere!Jin x reader

Yoongi:

Yoongi Bf drabble(M,F) It’s just a little suggestive lol

Beloved (M) Emperor!Yoongi x reader

Two hours(F) Otter hybrid!Yoongi x reader

Set me free(A,F)

I love you eternally(A,F)

The life of a tyrant(F) Yandere tyrant!Yoongi x dog hybrid! reader

Bangtans Receptionist(M,F) Mafia boss!Yoongi x reader

Kiss me more(S,F,A) CEO!Yoongi x reader

The depth of hell(M,F,A) Human!Yoongi x cat hybrid! reader

Latibule Master-List(F,A) Mafia/detective!Yoongi x reader

Close call(M) Mafia!Yoongi x reader

Put your records on(M,F) Hybrid!Yoongi x reader

Exitus Acta Probat(M) Mafia!Yoongi x reader

Need you so bad(M,F,A) Husband!Yoongi x reader

The landlord(M)

After hours(M,A?) Boss!Yoongi x reader

The second time(M,F)

High heels and cunnilingus(M)

Take one(M,F) Pornstar!Yoongi x Fan Fiction Writer!Reader

Liberosis(A,M) Lawyer!Min Yoongi x trophy wife!reader

Inspire me, baby(M) Idol!Yoongi x reader

The king isn't dead(M,F)

Purgatory(M,F,A) Yandere!Vampire Yoongi x reader

Hoseok:

My sunshine(M) Patient!Jung Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader ******

Suncity(M,F,A) ****

Hot rod (M,F) Greaser!Hoseok x reader

Moral dilemma(M) Yandere!Hoseok x reader

Let's get engaged(F)

Public enemy(M,A) Mafia!Hoseok x reader

Oh, Angel! (M,F) Idol Jung Hoseok x Baby Girl Reader

Play with fire(M) Arsonist!Hoseok x Criminal!f.Reader

Keynote(M)

Keep me warm(M)

A silent heart still beats(F,A)

Wedding night(M)

Starting again(F)

Not today, satan(M) Demon!hoseok x reader

We Shouldn't(M) Bestie!Hoseok x reader

Unnamed(M)

Him and I, and these heavenly drops(F)

An uninvited guest Master-list(M) Mentally deranged!Hoseok x reader

Take care of me(F,M)

Coffee?(M,F) Idol!Hoseok x Stylist!Reader

Unnamed(M)

Glossy top coat(M) Idol!Hoseok x reader

Lost(F?,M?) Yandere!Hoseok x reader

Raging(M)

Expecting(M) Yandere!Hoseok x reader

Namjoon:

Unnamed(F) Idol!Namjoon x Author!reader

r/n: this has been in my drafts for a while so I hope you all enjoy:)

pt.2 here

#kuromiiwonhan bts rec

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temptaetions · 1 year

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game night! - m.list

synopsis: there's never just one way to win a game, and foul play isn't always to the disadvantage of the opponent. seven games and plenty of outcomes - game night is always full of fun.

status: ongoing.

rating: 18+. MDNI. please read each set of warnings for each production before reading them.

a/n: i do not own any of the original photos used. that being said, minors DO NOT INTERACT. this series and/or certain fics will not be for everybody, and i don’t expect everyone to enjoy all of them. i want to acknowledge that there may be triggering topics, such as pregnancy and child birth mentioned across all fics but mostly in taehyung’s. please do not read these fics if you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings or bases, and feel free to send me an ask (my anons are off) and we can talk about it if you’d like! that being said, practice safe and consensual sex, real life is nothing like fanfics. be safe, everyone.

— restless sea - kim namjoon

↳ synopsis: you and namjoon are really two peas in a pod - even with your busy schedules, you find the time for each other. however, when you take a new job in france, namjoon finds it difficult to make a decision.

↳ game: battleship

↳ genre: breakup au | x fem!reader | angst

↳ pairing: producer!knj x fem!baker!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): breakup, alcohol consumption, smoking. heavy kissing, heavy petting, crying, mutual pining.

↳ what to listen to: restless sea - louis futon, opia | sweet nothing - calvin harris, florence welch | please keep loving me - james tw | i don’t know what love is - lady gaga, bradley cooper | kusanagi (instrumental) -odesza

— wild card - kim seokjin

↳ synopsis: a friendly competition is what brought you and seokjin together in the first place. after seven years of mario kart, poker, and many others — seokjin is ready to make you his one and only. oh wait, uno!

↳ game: uno!

↳ genre: established relationship au | x fem!reader | fluff

↳ pairing: chef!ksj x fem!sommelier!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): swearing, alcohol consumption, heavy kissing.

↳ what to listen to: ain’t no mountain high enough - marvin gaye, tammi terrell | what a wonderful world - louis armstrong | like water - wendy | alcohol-free - twice | fallen - mýa

— twelve points - min yoongi

↳ synopsis: your professions stop you from feeling anything too deeply, and you find that your relationship is advancing at a snail’s pace. however, after a few months of walking the tightrope, you both decide its time to speak your truth.

↳ game: scrabble

↳ genre: new relationship au | x fem!reader | fluff | angst

↳ pairing: attorney!myg x fem!private investigator!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): mentions of cheating (not between canon pairing). swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking. light kissing, heavy petting.

↳ what to listen to: middle of the night - monsta x | you calling my name - got7 | lilac - iu | follow you - bring me the horizon | rock with you - seventeen

— luxury tax - jung hoseok

↳ synopsis: no matter how many dates, soft kisses or hands being squeezed, hoseok’s mattress was truly all you did see. your eyes were always covered, sometimes your chest covered in hot wax. however, if you wanted a boyfriend, you’d have to pay the luxury tax.

↳ game: monopoly

↳ genre: friends with benefits au | x fem!reader | smut | angst | fluff

↳ pairing: bobarista!jhs x fem!bobarista!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): swearing, alcohol consumption, smut [between jhs x reader: body worship, heavy making out, breath play (m. receiving), 69 (mostly m. receiving), thigh riding, subtly loving aftercare]. sex-fueled confession.

↳ what to listen to: teenage dream - katy perry | the sweet escape - gwen stefani, akon | only girl (in the world) - rihanna | wannabe - spice girls | the feels - twice

— party girls - park jimin

↳ synopsis: after jimin ended your relationship at a party, you turned to friends to help you get through it. when your supposed best friend invites jimin to her birthday party, you feel a twinge of hurt when jimin’s hand lightly brushes yours during the game of twister.

↳ game: twister

↳ genre: exes to friends with benefits | x fem!reader | angst | smut

↳ pairing: fashion major!pjm x fem!theatre major!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking, breakup. smut [between pjm x reader: passionate kissing, degrading, shit talking, manhandling, body worship, breast play, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex (against a sink), subtle aftercare.]

↳ what to listen to: i miss you - blink182 | blow - jackson wang | idea - taemin | scream - usher | gimme more - britney spears

— sweetest devotion - kim taehyung

↳ synopsis: ever since you met in the summer of 1996, taehyung was enamored by your light. nights came and went where you talked under the stars and the days he heard your laugh echoing through the castle were good. your eyes sparkled like midnight rain and your voice was sweet as honey, and your love bore fruit, as you both prepared to bring a new addition to your family.

↳ game: candyland

↳ genre: royalty au | parents-to-be au | established relationship au | x fem!reader | fluff

↳ pairing: king!heir!kth x fem!queen!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption. heavily described: pregnancy, childbirth, simulated labor, braxton-hicks contractions, at-home/water birth. lots of crying, and kissing.

↳ what to listen to: i’m with you - vance joy | only love - ben howard | i am woman - emmy meli | so this is love - emily watts| sweetest devotion - adele

— nomination - jeon jungkook

↳ synopsis: after years of rivalry, you find that the only person competing against you to be your dorm’s resident assistant is jungkook, you decide to finally give into your stomach-churning feelings after a game of mafia. sure, you often ignored the flutter when his brows scrunched at the perfect score on your exam, but it doesn’t mean you’re made of steel.

↳ game: mafia

↳ genre: rivals to friends (with benefits) to lovers | x fem!reader | smut | angst | fluff

↳ pairing: linguistics major!jjk x fem!political science!reader

↳ rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

↳ warning(s): swearing, smoking. smut [between jjk x reader: they almost fuck in a closet but get caught ; rushed kissing, crying (from pleasure), oral (f. receiving), squirting, degrading (m. receiving), jk has a split tongue, dick piercing, secret mommy/mistress kink (m), unprotected sex, post-orgasm confession, gentle aftercare.] angst, fluff.

↳ what to listen to: primadonna - marina | last friday night (t.g.i.f) - katy perry | taste - lee know, felix and hyunjin of stray kids | lovegame - lady gaga | euphoria - bts

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kiara-ish · 1 year

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BTS MASTERLIST

KIM SEOKJIN

S E R I E S

Idol Soldier

zombie apocalypse au; military enlisted idol!Seokjin x fem!reader;

teaser | fic navigation | teaser 2

MIN YOONGI

S E R I E S

The Guy on the Floor Downstairs

idol neighbour!Yoongi x fem!reader; fluff, angst

navigation; drabbles : Happy New Year;

O N E S H O T S

Haegeum (18+ MDNI!)

Suga x fem!reader x Agust D

teaser | main fic

If Only You Knew

Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; fluff, angst.

Read here!

JUNG HOSEOK

O N E S H O T S

Wonderwall

bestfriend's boyfriend!Hoseok x fem!reader; angst with a mixed ending

Read here!

KIM NAMJOON

H E A D C A N O N S

When you have a crush on him and he knows it

PARK JIMIN

O N E S H O T S

In Poetry

Park Jimin x fem!reader; Angst, open ending

Read here!

KIM TAEHYUNG

To be announced soon ...

JEON JUNGKOOK

H E A D C A N O N S

When you have a crush on him and he knows it

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts fic #bts ff #kiara-ish: masterlist

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raethye · 8 months

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Save My Love (Or Kill This Heart) by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 61.8K, complete

Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superheroes, Superpowers, Supervillains, Revenge, Memory Alteration, Secret Identity, Angst, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, Superpower Sex, Second Chances, Romance, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Trauma, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Justice, Sad Kim Taehyung | V, Aged-Up Character(s)

The new guy in apartment 1613 is loud. Not in the usual sense of blaring music or stomping feet or overenthusiastic workouts combining both, but nevertheless loud. A surge of secondhand loneliness slams into Seokjin. He's got half a bottle of whiskey to offer some ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ shots with, but no way to explain his pre-dawn presence.

How does one show up unannounced and tell a complete stranger that they seem sad?

The superheroes of Seoul are dealing with a high-profile thief. Seokjin is dealing with Taehyung, his mysterious new neighbor, who may or may not be stealing his heart.

FULL WORK (complete)

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

#my writing #bts #ao3 #romance #mystery #action #bts fanfic #fanfiction #taejin #seokjin #taehyung #superheroes #superpowers #bts smut #bts fic #written for a prompt #bts super7fest #taejinbingo #ao3_raethye

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95rkives · 3 months

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seven wonders ౨ৎ masterlist

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keys

f (fluff) s (smut) a (angst) c (crack)

౨ৎ kim seokjin

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ min yoongi

WISHES AND KISSES ( f ) — producer!yoongi x fem!reader 0.8k ' established relationship. drabble

౨ৎ jung hoseok

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ kim namjoon

BABY FEVER ( f ) — bf!namjoon x fem!reader 1.7k ' established relationship. drabble

౨ৎ park jimin

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ kim taehyung

coming soon. . .

౨ৎ jeon jungkook

CHAPSTICK ( f ) — bf!jungkook x fem!reader 1.5k ' established relationship. drabble

coming soon. . .

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sweetestofchaos · 7 months

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Knock, Knock | L.JB x M.YG | Two

🩸pairing: Jaebeom x Yoongi

genre: Fluff

🩸au: Soulmate AU, Smut, Vampire AU, MxM

word count: 1.8K

🩸warnings: No major warnings for now.

rating: Teen (will change later on)

Yoongi and Jungkook have their first run in.

🩸a/n: I'm just having fun with this. Enjoying not following the norm for once lol. Support/drip/mdni divider made by @benkeibear

taglist: @theharrowing @minisugakoobies

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The Jeons and Mins were close, there were no secrets between them. That was until the younger members of the family left the town of Pavv. Now, the new bloodline is full of secrets, unknowing of who and what they truly are. The youngest generation are carbon copies of the past. Their looks a mirror image of those long since passed. Min Suyung and Jeon Jaesun give the order to lock the rooms that hold their families secrets. They know that their servants will protect their secrets but there can be no room for error. Yoongi and Jungkook must not leave the town of Pavv. It is their destiny to spend the rest of their days in this town.

Though it seems that destiny has other plans as Yoongi boards the plane to Pavv. He has the window seat and it makes his stomach churn. He hates the window seat and he doesn’t like closing the window because he knows others look out of it. As he gets closer to his seat he spots a white hood. As he turns towards his seat, Yoongi notices that a young man around his age is sitting in the aisle seat.

“E-Excuse me?” Yoongi’s voice is soft as he speaks and the man lifts his head from the phone in his lap. Yoongi feels heat attack the back of his neck, the man is handsome in the oddest of ways. He has a strong jawline and sharp nose with heart shaped lips.

“Oh! Are you in the window seat?” The man asks and Yoongi nods his head, not even looking at the open window. He stands in the middle of the aisle with his carryon clutched in his arms. “Do you not want the window seat?” Yoongi shakes his head, kind of embarrassed that his fear is so noticeable. “You can have my seat!”

“Excuse me…you’re blocking my seat.” Another voice catches Yoongi’s attention and he turns to see a young man with wide boba eyes staring at him. His lower lip is pierced twice and his ears are covered in diamond earring studs. Yoongi spares at glance at the man already standing to move over to the window and Yoongi is thankful.

Apologizing quietly, Yoongi moves out of the way and the man easily lifts his bag to place it in the overhead compartment. He glances at Yoongi and Yoongi quickly stares down at his feet when their eyes meet. The wide eyed man gets into the middle seat and Yoongi sits down in his new seat.

“So where is everyone going?” Hoseok asks as he looks at the two men beside him.

“I’m visiting extended family in Pavv.” Yoongi mutters and the boba eyes man whips his head to Yoongi.

“What? S-So am I!” Yoongi’s eyes widen and Hoseok giggles.

“Well what a coincidence, I live in Pavv!” Hoseok looks at the two men as they both look at him with wide eyes, jaws open in disbelief. “Yeah, my family owns one of the only music stores in town. I’m coming back to help out ‘cause my older sister is sick and can’t do it right now.” Hoseok explains with a small frown on his face. “Oh!” Hoseok thrusts his arms out, “I'm Hoseok! Jung Hoseok!”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Min Yoongi.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen even more at their names and he eyes the two men beside him.

“Wow…this is really fucking weird.”

“What’s weird?” Jungkook inquired, his eyes bright and questioning.

“Both of your last names…are you related to the Jeons and Mins that practically own Pavv?”

“Wait, what?” Yoongi leans forward in his seat to get a better view of Hoseok. “The Mins own Pavv?!”

“W-Well not really own but yeah. They’ve been around since the start of the town, they have their hands in everything. It’s a very old family that is loaded…holy shit!” Hoseok covers his mouth and vibrates in his seat. “I’m sitting next to the fucking heirs of the bloodline!”

“Heirs?” Jungkook’s lower lip juts out in confusion.

“Yeah, I mean that’s what my old man said on the phone.” Hoseok pushes down his hoodie and removes his white white snapback. “Look, word in town is that your grandparents invited the youngest members of the bloodline back to Pavv to pass everything down.”

“What? No, that’s not possible.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t even know them. Why the fuck would them give me anything?”

Jungkook nods his head in agreement. “I’m all for the money but I don’t want the house or anything like that. I’ve seen pictures online, that place is fucking huge!”

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “Well, if it get to be too much for you, I have the apartment over the record shop. You’re more than welcome to crash at my place.”

“Thanks but my two friends tagged along,” Yoongi points to a few rows over and Seokjin and Namjoon are sitting.

“Same!” Jungkook points out Taehyung and Jimin as well.

Hoseok clicks his tongue and waves them off, “If you don’t mind sharing a bed or sleeping on the floor, I got the room. It’s a two bedroom and my sofa pulls out too.”

“You seem pretty sure that we’ll accept your offer,” Jungkook points out and Hoseok shrugs his shoulders.

“Call it a gut feeling.”

The town of Pavv is something out of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The town homes are old but updated to appeal to a younger crowd. Stone buildings with wrought iron balconies and dark green ivy vines crawling up the sides or front. Tall lamp posts are on cobblestone streets. The candles have long since been replaced with lightbulbs. A thick fog covers the town in a cool mist that settles deep in the bones and feels just as heavy as it does light.

Jungkook and Yoongi, along with their respective friends say their goodbyes to Hoseok who gives them directions to his record shop. They are later separated to go to their family homes and Yoongi can’t help but feel weird about leaving Jungkook. He may have just meant the kid but he feels like Jungkook could be a good friend to have. Seokjin and Namjoon feel the same though it seems to be on a more parental note.

Seokjin states that he wants to adopt Jungkook and take him home while Namjoon wants Jimin and Taehyung. Yoongi laughs at his friends but he feels the same if not a little more strongly. For Yoongi he just wants to protect Jungkook even though the kid can easily do so himself. Yoongi saw the muscles and tattoos when Jungkook rolled up his sleeves.

Yoongi isn’t impressed by his grandmother. The woman frowns at his dark hair and states her dislike of his attire. She informs Yoongi and his friends that once they settle in, they are free to explore the grounds. The head butler, Ledger, will show them the wonder and charm to the old home.

It’s filled with many doors, some locked and others not. Yoongi wonders what’s behind the locked doors but he sees the way that Ledger ignores them all together. Seokjin comments on a few portraits and Namjoon is fascinated by the history that he is surrounded by. Yoongi isn’t impressed, at all. He feels like everyone is staring at him no matter what he does.

Jungkook’s family home is dark, filled with warm earth tones and darker wood, beautiful really. His grandfather is a quiet man with those all too familiar wide deer like eyes. He leaves everything in the hands of his butler Samson. The butler is all too eager to show the estate to Jungkook and his friends.

He comments that it has been a long time since the grounds have seen the younger bloodline. When Jungkook asks why, Samson eyes him silently and grins. He tells the trio that the older generation doesn’t believe in leaving home and when the younger family members started to leave, they were forbidden to come back. Jungkook is confused ‘cause he was invited to Pavv but Samson doesn't answer any more questions on the matter.

While relaxing in the main sitting room, Namjoon wonders out loud if Jungkook has settled into his family’s home and Suyung raises her eyebrow at the mention of Jungkook. Yoongi hears the silent question and explains that he had run into Jungkook on the plane, along with Jung Hoseok. Suyung smiles and it sends an unpleasant shiver down Yoongi’s spin.

She asks what Yoongi thinks of Jungkook and he isn’t sure how to answer. He doesn’t know Jungkook that well, but from the short time he had spent with him, he likes the boy. Suyung recommends that the Min and Jeon’s have a get together in the yard, to celebrate the family coming together once more and Yoongi wants to protest. He isn’t sure why but he really would prefer to keep Jungkook away from his strange grandmother.

Jungkook feels restless, he wants to explore the town; jetlag be damned. Jimin and Taehyung are fast asleep, napping in his room and Jungkook sighs. It will be impossible to wake them up and he will feel bad. He wonders how Yoongi is doing and decides to text the older man. Yoongi answers right away and says that he is about to go for a walk to get some air to clear his mind.

Jungkook offers to meet up and Yoongi agrees, telling Jungkook to stay put while he walks to Jeon's home. Jungkook smiles to himself and decides to freshen up a little. He fixes his hair, pulling it up into a messy man bun before he lines his eyes in black liner and smears a tinted lip balm to his lips. Not wanting to make Yoongi wait, Jungkook sits in the window of his room. He has a wonderful view of the gate that surrounds home and in turn will be able to see Yoongi coming his way.

Yoongi switched his jean jacket for his black leather one since the fog seems to seep into everything. Getting directions from Ledger, Yoongi walks the fifteen minutes to the Jeon’s estate and as he gets closer, he looks at the home. In the window of the top floor, he spots Jungkook peering out and smiles. Jungkook waves and rushes away; by the time Yoongi reaches the front gate, Jungkook is rushing out the door with the widest smile on his face.

Yoongi smiles and tells Jungkook to take it easy, he doesn’t want the younger male to trip over his own two feet. As Yoongi opens the gate, he notices an older man standing in one of the windows watching him and Jungkook. Again, a shiver crawls down Yoongi’s spin but he ignores it the moment Jungkook links their arms together and leans into him. Yoongi looks back at the window and the man is gone.

#yoongi fic #yoongi smut #jay b fic #jay b smut #jaebeom x yoongi #got7 x bts #member x member #knock knock ch 2 #knock knock

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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what happens, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Eh, well, Jeon Jungkook came to Vegas to eat and get drunk with his six friends. He didn't think one of them would bring a girl along and he certainly didn't think he was going to end up sneaking about with his dick down her throat.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of alcohol consumption and gambling (on vacation in Las Vegas); Yoongi's involved (?); slow burn + fluff, tbh; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, flashing each other(???), making out in public, handjob, cowgirl, nipple play, fingering, mild breathplay, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - ft OT6 being clueless and drunk, oop; Jungkook's POV

"They're going to hear–"

"Then you better close your mouth."

Whatever protests Jeon Jungkook had prepared immediately disintegrated the second her soft lips touched his suddenly exposed skin. Oh, fuck. Weren’t there rules to this? A step-by-step guide? A goddamn instruction manual? Fuck, fuck, fuck! There was no unpleasant stickiness of lip gloss, just the pure softness that he had tasted earlier, now on his hip, followed by fingertips trailing down, the light caress burning memories into his future dreams. His own hands flew up and slapped his mouth shut, his eyes going up to the expensive hotel ceiling.

One wall over, his friends were screaming and doing shots.

Not even a wall. Only a half-wall and slightly open French doors of the suite separating his mostly drunk friends and Jeon Jungkook with his pants rapidly sliding down his knees.

Her hot, wet tongue licked down his v-line.

He squeaked past his closed fingers even though the karaoke music was too loud for his friends to hear him.

"H... Hurry..."

She pressed her tongue flat against throbbing, taut skin, searing the scandalous moment into his memories.

His head snapped down, his eyes going wide. Saw the image before him. Spread thighs, cute black two-piece set of a flared skirt and crop top with red flames all over the bottom. Her fluffy black jacket tossed aside. Too hot, oh no, her elegant hands poised on his hips and waist, pushing up his black t-shirt, turning him into an image under her grasp. An image of lust, his hard cock pulsing against her dripping tongue as knowing eyes observed his face before those dark mauve lips wrapped around the head of his cock, pushing him into soft, wet tightness.

Jungkook shoved his palm on top of his moan and forced it back into his shaking chest.

It started innocent enough.

She hadn't even been on Jungkook's radar. Didn't even really know her until a few days ago. He knew of her, in passing, simply as one of his hyung's friends. An artist or something. He couldn’t really remember.

"She wants to come with us to Las Vegas."

"Hah? That's so random. Why?" Kim Seokjin asked, his handsome face twisting into a confused but not quite disapproving frown.

"I thought this was a just-us-guys trip," Kim Taehyung added in his deep baritone, pushing back his long dark brown hair.

"If she tags along, we can book that huge family suite though," Kim Namjoon pointed out. "Since the hotel is giving a discount for groups of eight or more people."

"Ah, I dunno, we're all gonna be piss drunk..."

"Which is why I figured it'd be a good idea. She doesn't drink or gamble. We won't have to take care of her and she can make sure we don't choke on our vomit in our sleep."

Min Yoongi had brought up the idea in the first place. She was primarily his friend, after all.

"Then why does she want to come? We're a mess," Jung Hoseok had laughed.

"Because she wants to come to Las Vegas to gain some personal inspiration. She'll be at a luxury hotel on the strip if she tags along with us, which will be much more convenient when it comes to getting around."

Park Jimin's eagerly mischievous face finally popped up from his phone to add lewd commentary. "I thought she got enough inspiration from your d–"

Seokjin bonked him on the head before he could finish.

"Ow!"

Yoongi continued calmly as if Jimin had said nothing at all. "If you guys think it would be a bother, I will tell her we've already booked it and can't change it. She's not going to be upset."

Taehyung groaned. "No, no, that's mean. I say let her come. You wouldn't even mention it if you thought it was a bad idea, hyung."

The second oldest shrugged, brushing back his long black hair, looking bored. Classic Yoongi. "She's probably going to wander around ninety percent of the time and crash for ten. You all probably won't even notice she's there. We can always meet up before and you guys can see what you think."

Seokjin tapped his full lips. He was the oldest. "She did lend me her extra Joy-Cons when mine were being fixed for drifting. She can't be that bad, I suppose..." And a video game addict.

Namjoon waved a hand. "Eh, it's better to book sooner than later. I'm in. Let's go for dinner too before the trip. Might as well."

Hoseok chimed in, nodding. "More the merrier!"

Jimin prodded Yoongi in the arm. He enjoyed tiptoeing om the line of danger. "You guys going to get a drive-thru wedding? Is that why we are going to Vegas? Eh?"

He received a deadpan stare in return.

Yoongi then turned away and cocked his head to Jungkook, who had listened to this entire conversation with vague but silent interest. He was trying to remember what she looked like. Was it that one... or was it the woman with that dangerous smirk?

"Hey. If you're not comfortable with it, I'll nix the whole plan," Yoongi said to him.

Jungkook scrunched his face, frowning. "Ah... what does she look like again, hyung?"

Yoongi had raised his dark eyebrow, but fished out his phone, poking the screen. He turned it around to an image of himself, another male friend, and a woman, seemingly at some event.

"This is her."

It was, in fact, the one with the dangerous smirk.

"Why don't you drink?"

"Because a girl shouldn't get drunk on a vacation with seven guys."

It wasn't so much her answer that gave Jungkook the chills up and down his spine. It was her casual smile. Something in that intense gaze. Inviting but somehow immoral, sitting in front of her meal in between Namjoon and Yoongi. Just something about it. Something about those eyes that said, ah, the taste of power, and Jungkook had no idea if those eyes meant herself, the two men beside her, or him, the one she was staring at right now.

He also had no idea if those chills were a warning or want.

"Yah! We're not going to do anything. We're not scoundrels!" Seokjin butted in, waving his steak knife at her.

With a swift flick, she picked up her own and pushed the tip of the blade back down to Seokjin's plate, chiding him with a tongue click.

"Besides, alcohol tastes disgusting," she chuckled, the tip of her tongue sticking out, childish and yet...

What are you thinking, Jungkook? Stop that!

"Sounds like you're allergic to a good time," Seokjin chittered just as childishly, already comfortable with teasing. That was how Seokjin was. He tended to break the tension and facilitate the personalities of others.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she warned jokingly and, there it was, that smirk again. Dangerous but pretty, like a cocktail loaded with alcohol. You knew it was there, and yet it was so sweet and delicious it was hard to notice. "That's what Vegas is all about."

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," Hoseok chimed on near-prefect English, or at least Jungkook thought so, not that he had any idea what the phrase meant.

Back then.

It escalated far too quickly, just like a wild night.

He didn't even notice it at first. Jungkook never thought he was clueless, but now he figured he must be. There weren’t rules when it came to attraction, no step-by-step guide on how fast or slow you could learn to want someone, no instruction manual for how to proceed when someone asks to have you and you realize far too late that you have to have them too. Too late because the desire was too strong and Jungkook learned he too could get to the point where he forgot how to stop himself, forgot to stop and think, hm, perhaps don't fuck Yoongi's female friend because you don't know what's going on there, yet every interaction was throwing back another drink and Jungkook realized far too late that he was, in fact, blackout drunk on… her.

That was the only way he could describe it.

It was a small thing at first, a single sip.

In the airport, he moved too fast in and bumped into her, dropping his passport and ticket. She caught it as his hand collided into hers, his fingers closing in, gliding over smooth skin interrupted by silver rings.

"S-Sorry!"

She was wearing a face mask and oversized hoodie, looking like a black marshmallow with colorful splatter paint accents on the hoodie. Her sweet perfume drifted towards him. She wasn’t not quite looking in his direction.

"S'kay."

Her hand turned and passed his documents back to him.

"Here."

Her fingertips grazed the side of his hand, her nails nicking at his wrist. His breath hitched all of a sudden, so faint he hoped she didn't hear.

Her eyes shifted to glance at him.

He couldn't see her mouth but there was a define curve of the little puffs under her eyes. A cute eye-smile before she moved past him to the check-in kiosk.

It was small sips.

The cocktail as so sweet that he couldn’t even taste the alcohol.

Maybe she didn't actually notice his gasp. Maybe she was simply being polite. It didn't mean anything anyway. She didn't stand near him during boarding; she chatted with Jimin and Taehyung. She sat next to Yoongi and Hoseok on the plane, at the window seat. Jungkook sat behind her, Seokjin in the middle of him and Namjoon who needed to be in the aisle because of his height. Jungkook thought about asking Hoseok to switch with him, but his hyung was avidly in conversation and he didn't want to interrupt despite wanting more legroom.

Well, he did.

But he didn't.

"Jungkook?"

He started a bit, seeing her peer through the crack between the seats. It was already mid-flight, the period of time when the lights were off and the plane was only soft murmurs. He hadn't expected it, halfway between putting his headphones away so he could nap. Seokjin was already in dreamland, eye mask and all. Namjoon was absorbed in a book.

Her husky whisper through the seats had sent chills up and down his spine.

It felt like a secret, even though they were surrounded by people and his friends.

Her name spilled out of his lips, breathless.

"Uh... yeah?"

She wiggled a bit and her eyes popped over the top of her seat, her hair curling over part of her forehead.

Oh, fuck.

"Do you want the rest of my apple juice? I'm tired but I don't want it to spill if I fall asleep. Yoongi said you'll drink it."

Her eyes sparkled in the low light. Perhaps teary from sleepiness, but, man, did they look captivating.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'll drink it."

Her hand popped up, holding the half-full plastic cup.

"I drank from this side, so this side is untouched."

"It's okay, I don't–"

Jungkook stopped himself.

He was about to say, I don't mind, but then he suddenly became aware that Namjoon was still awake. Not that the older man had moved anything but a page in his book, and yet... well, it was still weird wasn't it, he didn't know her very well, it would be strange to just...

He held out his hand, reaching for it.

"Ah, okay. Thanks. I was thinking the drink portions were really small."

She handed it to him, untouched side first, still only showing the top half of her face. "Thank you, Jungkook."

He caught her gaze the second she said his name again. Those orbs gleamed in the low light, and he could hear it against his skin, Jungkook, his own name like a spell, giving him a weird fuzzy feeling, a candle flame flickering against his heart, heating it up, and now his blood was humming in his veins, a light buzz all over his body.

It was all in his imagination.

Jungkook slowly lowered the plastic cup of apple juice.

He nodded, not trusting any other noise he would make thereafter. Her hand was resting on the top of the headrest, beside her head. She blinked slowly. He paid attention to every detail, those inquisitive eyes, the placement of her fist, the curious observation she kept on him for the moment.

Milliseconds it must have been.

Then the little puffs under her eyes curved up into an eye-smile before she plopped back down, turning back the correct way.

Jungkook looked down at the amber liquid.

Took a sip.

It tasted like apple juice, obviously.

Before he had time to think, Jungkook snuck a peek at Namjoon. His hyung’s eyes were focused on his book, looking studious in his glasses and serious expression, absorbing what he was reading. He didn’t even glance in Jungkook's direction.

Okay. Safe.

He looked back down at the cup. There was no visible marking on the edge. She hadn't worn any lip product. It wasn’t easy to tell which side she drank from. That must be why she pointed it out.

Jungkook stared at her side.

Don't. That would be weird.

He took another sip.

Don't.

He turned the cup in his hands to her side.

Come on. You don't really know her. The only thing you know is that she's Yoongi-hyung's friend and she makes art. You don't even know what kind of art. You didn't even pay attention.

Jungkook turned the cup back to his side and drank the rest of the apple juice. The tip of his index finger grazed the other side of the cup. He remembered her lips. He found that he had already memorized the color and the shape.

Then Jungkook realized he hadn't seen them since the dinner.

The second interaction was akin to taking a double shot of dark liquor too fucking fast.

"Ah! Sorry!"

"It's fine. I'm about to leave."

Jungkook nearly threw himself out of the bathroom, but she grabbed his naked arm and yanked him back in before letting him go and going back to what she was doing.

"I-I-I'm so sorry, I forgot–"

"Believe it or not, I've seen a man naked before. You and your ass in boxer briefs is not a great shock," she chuckled, shaking out her hair from the clip and placing it next to the sink, checking her appearance one last time in the giant hotel bathroom mirror.

Jungkook immediately put his hands over his crotch, seeing his bedhead and bewildered, half-asleep expression in the clear reflection. He was, indeed, naked except for his underwear, stumbling into the bathroom after the first night in a different country. Oh, shit. His face was a little puffy from the sodium of the buffet dinner of last night. His black hair was sticking up in every direction. He was still toned and muscular from his workouts, but that would certainly disappear after a week in Las Vegas. The harsh bathroom light caught the gleam of his silver lip ring and increased the stark contrast of the tattoos on his right arm, the etched ink standing out against his tan skin.

He was standing behind her, and, damn.

Damn.

She looked so fucking hot in a blood-red slip dress that skimmed over her body. Black mesh shirt underneath. Legs for days, shapely and powerful. Clean winged liner and stained red lip. Simple, but effective.

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

He swallowed too fast. "Nothing. Sorry. I should have knocked. And put pants on."

She removed her gaze from him and he finally exhaled, not realizing he had held his breath for so long.

"S'fine. Like I said, I'm about to go."

He attempted to make conversation to make the situation less awkward. "Ah? Where?"

"A museum," she replied absentmindedly. She plucked her phone from the edge of the bathtub, along with a purple pouch that seemed to hold her makeup.

No further explanation.

Uh.

Her brows furrowed and she suddenly looked at him intensely, the directed attention making him freeze again.

"Don't feel weird,” she said calmly. “It's no big deal. Here, I'll make it even for you."

Then she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up.

Any residual sleepiness he had vaporized immediately.

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

The screws of nervous tension holding his jaw up had loosened immediately at the image of delicious hips framed by black lace and red velvet, complete with a tiny satin bow at the center. Juicy thighs that connected with a visible dip, framing a perfect spot to shove his hand into and grip the soft inner thigh, up, up to a slender waist aching for his touch, the cropped hem of the mesh shirt revealing a mole under her left breast and hints of a matching bra to those sinful panties.

The shock to his system was so strong that Jungkook nearly choked.

"Now we're square."

What?!

She dropped the hem.

Waved and waltzed out.

Jungkook stood alone, standing in the expensive ass hotel bathroom in a foreign country with a rising tent in his thin boxer briefs.

Did she...?

He wandered to the sink in a daze, shuffling awkwardly due to his erection. Was he dreaming? Was this real life? How did she develop that kind of reckless confidence? Was there something in the Vegas water? Was that a power move? What did it mean? Why was he turned on?

Why am I so fucking turned on?

He had chills up and down his spine, blood buzzing in his veins, and Jungkook looked into the mirror to find his shaking lips parted, breathless, aching for those soft-looking pink lips murmuring, now we're square, to cover his and capture him.

No. Come on. Get a grip.

He ran his fingers through his hair, fixing it the best he could with nature's natural comb, attempting to collect himself physically as his brain attended to the mental side. His lips were still trembling, making the mole under them quiver as well.

Jungkook shut his mouth.

Don't get carried away. It's nothing.

"Sorry. Forgot my clip."

Jungkook nearly squeaked as her elegant hand glided past his left arm, snatching the obsidian hair clip from the sink counter. Her lithe frame suddenly behind him, pressing against his for half a second. His body jerked at the contact, instinctively searching for the heat.

What!

Five fingertips splayed over the small of his back, gently nudging him to his original position in front of the sink. His hard dick bumped the bottom of the counter and Jungkook had to bite his lower lip to avoid making any embarrassing noises. Thankfully it was part of the length and not the head. It wasn't painful. Only faint pressure.

No, what really made him almost moan was the shivers that erupted all over his body as the fingers of her right hand touched his bare back.

They stayed there.

And so did the chills, radiating from her touch.

His eyes darted forward, seeing part of her reflection behind him. Her eyes were peering over his shoulder, the lower half of her face covered by his taller frame.

She said nothing.

It… It’s nothing.

That little eye-smile returned.

Okay. Maybe it's not nothing.

She held up the hair clip.

"I forgot this."

She waited for him to respond.

He swallowed hard, steeling his voice. "R... Right." It came out gruffier and deeper than he intended.

She removed her hand from his back.

Jungkook realized that he missed her touch already.

She tilted her head, but her lips remained hidden behind his shoulder. Her gaze remained on him, longer and longer each time, examining his face despite his obviously naked torso, and he found himself thinking, go ahead and look, it's fine, I don't mind, and simultaneously, that's nuts, of course she should only look at your face, what are you thinking, his heart thudding in his chest, rattling his ribcage.

The eye-smile returned, cute petite puffs of amusement.

"I hope you end up liking Vegas as much as I do, Jungkook."

And then she turned around, leaving the bathroom with very little sound.

"Jungkook."

He was dead.

"Jungkook."

If he wasn't dead, he certainly wasn't alive. In a state of limbo, maybe. The world was fuzzy and he had a vague memory of a toilet. Huh. Strange, considering he was pretty sure toilets were meant to be used from the other end of the human body. Why would he be facing it?

Five points of gentle contact landed on his collarbones and upper chest.

Skin to skin.

Jungkook gasped as if he had been under water the entire time, his eyes snapping open. Next to him, Taehyung let out a particularly loud and disgustingly moist snore. Jungkook was too preoccupied with the scene before him to scoff or address the noise.

He was too busy looking at the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

Well.

That was what his drunken brain thought, anyway.

Then Jungkook realized he was conscious of the thought, so how truly drunken was his observation? Was it actually his subconscious revealing himself? Were his inhibitions being released because of the violent amount of liquor he consumed or–

Yoongi's female friend, wearing only a black bra and hip-hugging black sweats, held out a tall plastic cup of water and a white pill.

Was she going to drug him?

Jungkook took both.

"Hydration and to prevent hangover tomorrow," she explained calmly.

She was going to drug him, but not in the sexy way. Not that he wanted that. Well. Maybe. He wasn't exactly in his best state of mind. Judgement and common sense were currently lacking. She watched him as he took the pill and took a large gulp of water to swallow.

"Thanks," he croaked out.

Nice, Jungkook. That was hot.

She smiled.

It made her eyes gleam in the semi-darkness that was hotel rooms in big cities.

Meanwhile, Jimin grunted as Taehyung threw his leg over the other man, treating him like a convenient body pillow instead of a human being whose soft cheeks vaguely resembled mochi. Neither woke up to witness the strange interaction of a shirtless, half-dead Jungkook and a shirtless, water-and-hangover-cure fairy.

He drank silently, staring into her eyes.

She waited patiently.

He finished his water.

She reached over and Jungkook leaned in.

Five points of gentle contact on his chest and he jumped as he felt her fingertips press to his skin, seeing his own shirt on the floor, finally registering that he must have ripped it off before flopping headfirst onto the bed. His heart beating fast under her touch, chills up and down his spine, and he...

She plucked the plastic cup from his hand and began to rise.

Instantly, his right hand shot over and grasped her wrist.

Their eyes connected.

"Wait."

He whispered it, like a secret. Also because he didn't want to sound like a zombie rising from the dead again. It still sounded grainy and rough to his ears, but she paused, looking at him. Her hair was messy, tumbling down one side, no make-up, parted lips glossy with lip balm. Effortlessly pretty. He was trying to find the right words.

"I..."

It was at this moment that he realized he did not know what the magic words for this moment were.

"What... what kind of art do you make?" Jungkook asked.

Taehyung snorted. Jimin mumbled at him to shut up and get down from there. Jungkook remained mesmerized by the shirtless woman holding the emptied plastic cup that he now realized was a souvenir soda glass that read Viva Las Vegas. He had no idea what that meant. Maybe his English truly was dogshit.

Later that week, Jungkook realized that it wasn't English.

The world of languages was truly difficult.

"Everything," she replied softly.

He was still holding her wrist. She didn't pull away.

"Everything?" Jungkook echoed back, quiet in the silence of heavy snoring.

She nodded. "I made Yoongi's clothes for the promotional photos of his mixtape. I shot and edited those pictures. I painted the mural in Hoseok's bedroom too." She pointed to the chocolate brown blazer on the floor, thrown carelessly against the armchair. For some unknown reason, the armchair was on its side. "I made the flower brooch on Taehyung's jacket. Stuff like that." The brightly colored fabric flowers were slightly flattened, white, pink, purple, blue, orange. "My actual paying job is working at the antique shops. I go around the country, restoring old furniture. It's what my dad used to do. Sometimes I buy and sell my own." She frowned, ticking her head sheepishly in her explanation. "I bet you do something more interesting."

"Oh... I'm a personal trainer."

She nodded.

Silence.

Except for the car honking loudly outside.

Usually people looked down at his body when Jungkook stated his profession, but she continued staring at his face. Moments passed. Maybe an eternity. He didn't know. Couldn't know. Didn't care. The world was her touch and her face before him. She smiled and the little puffs under her eyes became more prominent.

Then she pointedly looked down at his hand still holding her wrist.

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn. The chills returned.

"You can let go now."

"S-Sorry, I..."

He lowered his head, feeling a strange sense of shame, and then came face-to-face to her breasts gently cupped in black satin, the delicate scalloping flush against the curve, not that far from his hand, if he just reached out, he would touch them, but, no, that was inappropriate, at least look up, Jungkook lifted his head again, let go, his fingers slipping from her wrist, the possibility floating in his head, just do it, looked into her eyes, you only have the guts to do it right now anyway, shaking breath, lean in and, to his surprise, she was leaning in too, closing his eyes as their faces neared, and…

Air.

Her warm breath feathered against his ear, five points of gentle contact on his collarbones and upper chest to stop him from coming forward any further.

"Maybe when you have your wits about you, yeah?"

Jungkook was highly unsure what that meant. Even when he was completely sober, he did not really have his wits about him when he was in her presence. It was more akin to chasing around his own brain cells every five seconds, eventually giving up to space out instead to avoid embarrassment.

"It's cheating," she purred. "If you try to come onto me when you're drunk."

Her middle finger caressed the pocket at the base of his throat. Jungkook shivered, blood roaring through his vessels, his skin tingling, hiding in the safety of his closed eyelids.

"It's not... cheating."

"You know how you act, Jungkook. Don't pretend."

So fast, so fast, his heart was beating so fast.

"If you act dangerous, danger will come and find you."

He inhaled and her hair smelled wonderful. Turned his head and he felt the warmth of skin close to his nose, so close, and he lowered his voice, breathing just as soft, it is not nothing, it is something, and maybe it was the cocktails, the beers, her touch, the moment, the pressure of everything hanging in the balance of his next words, hushed suspension like an acrobat ready for the amazing stunt of the grand finale.

"I think," Jungkook whispered into her ear. "I think danger has found me already, so maybe she should give it her best shot."

"Shit, my bad–"

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna go soon."

She yawned in the middle of the afternoon, blinking the sleep away. Black gingham loose short-sleeved button-down shirt with matching shorts. Not the same thing she wore last night. Jungkook vividly remembered every detail of last night.

Lust was more sobering than he thought.

Maybe it depended on the potency and strength.

She scratched her cheek, her lips twisting in thought. "Sorry about running off, but you heard the retching, had to make sure the vomit wasn't on the floor or something, thankfully Seo–" She paused abruptly, clearing her throat. "Thankfully, the person made it to the toilet."

Jungkook felt a mischievous grin itch onto his face. "I'm glad you made sure hyung was okay."

She frowned and ran a hand through her bedhead, messing it up and making it sexier. Uncapped her bamboo toothbrush and looped around him, running it lightly under the faucet before turning the water off.

"I didn't tell you who it was."

"Nope."

She backed up, unzipping the purple pouch under her arm, taking out a travel toothpaste. Caught him staring as she maneuvered the toothpaste onto the bristles, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook tapped the sink counter in front of him.

"You can stand here."

Tilted his head a little, letting his freshly done hair graze his cheekbones.

"With me."

Her eyes followed his hand, up his arm, to his oversized white t-shirt and down his jeans, back up, flickering to the matching jean jacket by the unused hotel bathtub, then back to his clean, moisturized face and intentionally mussed hair. She took in his done-up appearance very deliberately, maintaining eye contact in her just-woken-up state.

She cocked her head, wordlessly sticking her toothbrush in her mouth.

There was something sexy about it, slightly dismissive, but also a confidence that continued because she didn't stop looking at him. Simply brushed her teeth with him standing right there. Almost... domestic in how little she seemed to mind, as if she was accustomed to watching him get ready. She was just now beginning her day after babysitting seven drunk men all night. Tonight, the same seven were supposed to go to a buffet and then to a concert. The goal was to not get completely drunk so they could at least remember the majority of the concert.

That was the goal, anyway.

She brushed her teeth and observed him as Jungkook adjusted his necklaces and checked his face in the mirror again, sneaking glances at puffed cheeks full of toothpaste suds and very focused brushing. Silent, but attentive to his movements.

She would be really cute to wake up to.

Her eyes found his and Jungkook looked away quickly, his hands drifting over the plethora of small fragrance bottles by the sink. All the guys had left their respective signature scents there, the last step before stepping out of the bathroom. He saw his own but paused, picking up a different one instead. Took off the silver cap and sniffed lightly, breathing in a warm, sharp scent that had a hint of fresh citrus mixed with the salt of the ocean.

Then he almost shattered it when he felt the warmth of a hip and thigh press against his own.

"O-Oh!"

She couldn't respond because she was spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth out, but Jungkook couldn't even bring himself to look, trying to contain the chills going up and down his spine. Skin tingling, breath thinning, mind hazy at the closeness, clutching the expensive cologne that wasn't his. Out of instinct and desire not to look like a complete creep, he sprayed the sides of his neck and wrists, dousing himself in the rich and intense scent, although that wasn't the reason for the heady feeling consuming him at the moment.

"That's Yoongi's."

Jungkook started, seeing her wipe her hands on a hotel towel. Her purple pouch was now in the sink counter, her toothbrush sticking out.

"W... What?"

"You used his cologne," she remarked calmly.

How does she know...? He tried to speak, but found himself tongue-tied, suddenly realizing how close she was to him, wiping her face clean with a damp cloth, her skin glistening in the bathroom light, side by side, like a girlfriend, a lover, his...

She ticked her chin to the little bottle in his hands. "He made me buy him the travel size when I was out because he forgot to pack any. I asked him what it was called and he could only describe the bottle." She sighed absentmindedly, as if it was a nuisance, and yet there was a smile dancing on her lips. "He kept saying, the blue one, I kept telling him, I'm in the men's section, there's a lot of blue ones, and he–"

She stopped speaking.

Jungkook found himself staring at her in the mirror and she was staring back.

If there was noise outside the room, he couldn't hear it. He was too busy looking into striking eyes that struck him, her head turning, slow motion, his breath stilling, heart crashing, from reflection to flesh, shoulder to shoulder.

Now looking at each other.

He willed his body to be still as his heartbeat scattered to the wind. Her lips looked so inviting and perfect. Pink. Glossy. Soft. Plush. Kissable. He thought he had gotten close to his chance last night, but perhaps that was building up to this.

The little puffs under her eyes curved upwards, those orbs sparkling with mirth.

Jungkook hesitated, realizing he had already closed half of the distance.

"What's with your eyes?" she suddenly asked.

He blinked, confused. "What?"

She smiled under him. Mischievous and playful, similar to a cat caught doing something naughty and knowing their owner would do nothing to punish them.

"Your big peepers."

My big what?

"You're staring so big that it's a little unsettling."

He jerked back, spinning to the mirror and finding his own shocked, deer-in-headlights expression. "S-Sorry! Sorry, it's just–!"

She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Jungkook felt his whole body burst into flames.

Not literally. Well, that’s how it felt like, anyway. Record high-speed embarrassment burning his neck and cheeks, the sudden rush of validation far too fast in far too short of a time span. It ate him up and made him whole, the subtle affection an injection right into his blood, his voice of reason muffled, you shouldn’t, be careful, but he didn't give a fuck. Jungkook told the inner voice to shut up and bring out his worst behavior instead, this isn’t nothing so I could make it something, impulsiveness taking the reins. How many sips of her was it now? The alcohol was kicking in full force.

"Next time."

She whispered into his ear and walked out.

He had no idea what he would have done if she hadn't left so abruptly, but it would have been a sight for Jimin and Taehyung as they stumbled into the bathroom arguing about the best flavor of donut from the hotel breakfast buffet earlier that morning.

Gambling was not a good habit to start, but Jungkook chose to indulge.

Drunk and high off the excitement of the concert, everyone was trying their luck. Blackjack, poker, slots, and the like. It was probably incredibly unfair odds, especially in the hotel casino. They were all either too optimistic or too drunk to care. At least Namjoon had the foresight to force everyone to leave their cards behind and spend only a fixed amount of cash. Currently his intoxicated self was questioning why the fuck he did that.

“Yah! Nooo!”

“Where did Jungkook go?”

“Dunno, he said something about the bathroom. Maybe got distracted. He’ll come running back to Namjoon-hyung when he realizes he doesn’t know enough English.”

“He has his phone. Message him.”

“Uh… What’s my passcode…?”

“Your fingerprint, Taehyung…”

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t gamble.

In his defense, these odds were better than any of the games here.

He thought it was his imagination at first. He could dream up those shapely legs and those elegant hands. Those plush lips and that little eye-smile that formed when they spotted him across the casino floor. Then he realized his imagination was not that creative to dream up a red-and-white striped bra top with a pineapple print and viciously short black denim shorts with a loose white dress shirt hanging off one shoulder. Plus, the extra detail of those pointed toe, black velvet heels with a thin strap around the ankle, giving the casual outfit an unexpected killing point.

A smile danced in her eyes and on her lips.

She turned and slid through the crowd.

Jungkook abandoned his spot over Jimin’s shoulder where he had been mocking him about his luck at the slot machines. Maybe slightly sober him wouldn’t have. Maybe slightly sober him would have thought, nah, that can’t be her, and even if it was, she hasn’t hung out with us yet, she probably wants to be let alone, I shouldn’t bother her, but that smile, that damned smile that went from her lips to those little puffs under her eyes, and Jungkook didn’t care, pushing through the crowd, following the flutter of white and long legs, smelling the reek of cigarettes and cigar smoke. With a start, he realized he was a little lost, looking up and seeing an ornate, gaudy ceiling. Fake marble and glided gold, surrounded by opulent shops and too many tourists.

Cool fingers brushed against his cheek.

He spun around and then froze, suddenly pressed up close, staring face-to-face to that eye-smile.

“Hello.”

Jungkook gasped her name between their lips, softly like a secret.

She grinned.

“No. I’m what you call danger.”

And she leaned up and kissed him.

His eyes went wide. The sudden softness, the rush of intimate contact, his heart pounding, realizing he could count her eyelashes. Thump-thump-thump. His heartbeat fluttering to his throat as he noticed that one of her eyes was partially open, like she was mid-wink as she kissed him, cheekily peeking at his reaction, increasing the pressure and intensity when she was caught, not looking away, sparkling smile in that shrouded orb. Tilting her head, her fingers grazing his jaw, pulling him closer, his mind going fuzzy, acutely aware that they were in public, kissing, right the view of people neither of them knew. Strangers in a strange land, alcohol mixing with the rush of her passion and his.

His hand lifted and touched her arm, grasping at the dress shirt.

She broke the kiss, her tongue trailing down the center of his lower lip, flicking lightly in their parting.

Jungkook gasped, cutting off his own whine. She smirked, teasing him, drawing him closer, closer to her addictive charm, but he was willingly falling, his eyes blind to everything but the cheese in the trap.

She adjusted her head, pulling down the collar of his jean jacket, sniffing lightly next to his neck.

“The cologne smells good on you.”

Thump-thump-thump.

She was wearing some kind of perfume too. Sweet but smooth, like biting into a nectarine in the summertime. It lingered over her collarbones, and he found himself wanting to claim that space, but the hesitation kicked in.

Instead, Jungkook lifted his gaze to her eye-smile.

“You…”

His thoughts were stumbling, burning in her heat.

“You’re… too pretty. It’s hard to look away.”

The side of her lips lifted.

“That sounds like a problem.”

She didn’t come with you and the guys to hook up, you should back off, Yoongi-hyung might get upset, she’s dangerous, look at that smile, but I can’t help it, look at the way she fits herself into my arms, she’s pressing her thigh against my thigh, I’m drunk, right, or maybe I’m not, I don’t know anymore, I need more, more, just to make sure…

“I want to do dirty things to you,” she whispered to his lips, soft and smokey.

That devious gaze enticed him, asking him to come hither.

“Do you want to do dirty things with me?”

Her hand slid down his shoulder, fingers fanning over his back, stroking it sensually, rolling her body into his. Not that he needed more convincing.

“Yeah…”

“P-Please…”

Getting am empty elevator wasn’t impossible in Las Vegas. It might be, depending on the time of day, but also there were a plethora of elevators all over the hotels. There were often lulls, moments where it seemed no one needed an elevator.

This moment was such a moment, which meant the second the door began to close, Jungkook found himself shoved into the wall of the elevator where only the gods knew how many other people were shoved for the same reason.

His air suddenly cut off, mouth to mouth, body to body, moans trapped in his throat.

Her hand pressed against his chest.

He shut his eyes.

Swallowed his shudder as her tongue flicked against his lips, toying with his lip ring, her hand sliding down, down, fitting to the contours of his torso, her other hand cupping his cheek, running her fingernail against the curve of his ear. Chills up and down his spine and all over his body, a constant buzz, her teeth nipping lightly at his lip in between insistent kisses. Were those wispy gasps him, surely not, stiffening as fingertips toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

Jungkook almost opened his eyes, but he didn’t.

He breathed her name against her lips, a breathless question.

She pressed her lips to his and he felt her smile.

Her hand molded to the growing tent trying to get past the zipper. It was as uncomfortable as it was arousing. His head hit the wall of the elevator, yanking his head away to moan, clutching her hips and trying to push her down, but her legs shifted and she stopped him, stroking him through the thick fabric and reducing him to pleas, snapping his chin back down, staring at her under him.

She grinned, shaking her ass in his hands while applying even but firm pressure against his erection, her tongue playfully between her teeth, daring him to do something about it.

There wasn’t anything to do but beg.

“Please…”

Her other hand ran down his stomach, gripping his t-shirt, tugging it up, the hem rising, rising, but not fast enough, it was probably only milliseconds, but it was milliseconds too many, the elevator climbing through the floors, his shirt hiking up, her nails grazing and leaving ghosts of relentless desire on his abdomen.

The elevator pinged loudly.

The door slid open.

Her head turned.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat when he realized it wasn’t their floor.

A couple blinked at them from the entrance. A man and a woman, holding hands and wearing matching colorful souvenir t-shirts. Meanwhile, her body was covering his, her dress shirt down her bare shoulders, not moving her hands from between their bodies.

“It’s going up,” the man said in English, pointing at the wall where the indicator light was.

The woman was gawking, too stunned to speak.

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn.

The door began to close.

“Keep a secret, okay?” she said to the couple, right before the door closed.

Jungkook’s English was limited but he was better at understanding than speaking.

“A secret?” he choked when she lazily turned back to him, using Korean because he wasn’t ready to embarrass himself in front of someone who clearly knew more English than he did. He was confronted with a self-satisfied smirk and sparkling eyes. “W-What if they call security–”

“This is America. I’m sure they’ve seen porn. You’re not even naked.”

Her fingers gripped the button of his jeans, her other hand splaying over his bare abs and rendering him speechless.

“Unless…”

She started messing with the button.

“It’s not like anyone will recognize you when you’re in a completely different country, you know?”

He wasn’t thinking it. Now he was. He stared into her eyes, a silent do it. Impulsive bravery in the face of danger. Amusement and agreement looking back at him. She nudged the fabric and the metal apart.

Found the zipper pull of his jeans.

Stuck her tongue out, extending it far, far down, curling it in the air, the metal teeth below coming apart from her insistence, his cock straining against his underwear, begging for a taste of that nimble, wet, glistening muscle dancing in front of his lips.

The elevator pinged again.

This time it was actually their floor.

Either Jungkook wasn’t as drunk as he thought or the shock was sobering him up real fast.

He made it about two steps into the hotel room before the door suddenly snapped closed and his pants were yanked down to his knees. Thumbs hooked onto the sides of his underwear and pushed down, and he found himself raising his hands and letting it happen with a gasp, looking down to meet the image of lust.

Her getting to her knees and licking the inside of his thighs, covering him with saliva.

Like he was the fucking Mona Lisa and her tongue was the paintbrush, not that that made any sense because Jungkook knew very little about classical art and even less about how the Mona Lisa was painted by Leonardo Da Vinci, but the point was that art evoked emotion and Jungkook was feeling.

He was feeling a whole fucking lot right now.

“Oh, s-shit…!”

She looked up at him, pressing her hand into the saliva and sliding up, rubbing the slick liquid all over his balls, gentle but with intention.

Cradled her hand under his jutting cock and raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook had no idea what she was going to do.

“D… Do it,” he gasped.

He probably should have asked what, but he was two seconds away from grabbing her hand and jacking his own dick, so he figured it was better to just encourage her to do what she wanted to do and see if he liked it rather than force her to do something she might find off-putting.

She spat on his dick and started jacking him off.

“O-Oh!”

It was a lot to take in at once, the image of her spitting on his dick, the sudden slipperiness wrapped in her firm hold, steady but tight, radiating pleasure flowing through him, down his legs and up his torso, seeing the glistening dark red tip disappear and reappear in her fingers, dangerous smirk and eye-smile accompanying the lewd image.

“Don’t hide your lovely voice,” she purred. “No one is here to hear you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it was unlikely that anyone was in the hotel room considering it was silent except for the noise outside in the adjacent rooms, and yet there was that sense of nervousness, jitters in being in this kind of situation with someone new, trying to keep his cool that was rapidly being consumed by flames.

“U-Um…”

She leaned forward, sticking her tongue out, and continued jacking him off with the head of his cock rubbing against her tongue.

“A-Aah, fuuuck…”

It was moving so fast, he was so intoxicated, he couldn’t stop, grabbing his shirt and yanking it up so it didn’t get in the way, seeing her wink at him and feeling the pace intensify, no, no, he couldn’t take it anymore, moaning helplessly, his breathing stuttering, so good, felt so good, strong grip, tight but not crushing, fast but enough to feel everything, tongue rubbing against sensitive skin, tilting her head and dripping more saliva down his length, so messy, seeing her thighs spread more. Right there at the door of the hotel room, not even waiting to take their shoes off.

Jungkook thought it would take him longer to cum but, to his surprise, the power of lust did not disappoint.

“I-I’m gonna cum, where–”

She tilted her hand back and stuck her tongue out, beckoning him with the tip.

He couldn’t even finish the question.

He gasped at the orgasm seized him and sent a burst of pleasure through him, making him lightheaded at the rush, gasping her name, holy fuck, he was witnessing his cum shooting down her throat, thick streams of white onto her tongue and sliding into the darkness. She didn’t close her mouth, letting him watch it slide down into her throat. Slowly massaging his twitching length, pressing her tongue to the base of the head, rubbing so, so softly.

There was so much pleasure that he couldn’t breathe.

Her lips closed, a kiss to the shivering head of his cock, and he heard her swallow.

So fucking sexy that he shuddered.

One eye opened, peering up at him, lightly licking the tip. A gentle tease. He whimpered, twisting his own shirt in his hands. She drew back a little, something clouding the previous playfulness from before.

“Too much?”

The question seemed weighted.

Not quite about what just occurred, but more about herself as a person.

Jungkook shook she head, biting his lower lip, knowing he was pushing his luck.

But this was Las Vegas and he came to gamble.

“Not enough.”

There probably should be instructions for how to proceed, but either Jungkook threw away the manual or was too horny to read it.

He probably should have thought twice before falling onto the bed he shared with Jimin and Taehyung, but he didn’t, dragging her onto his lap and whimpering at her touch and her bites on his neck, his eyes rolling back at her tongue following the curve of his ear, flicking his earrings. Shrugging out of their jackets, her chuckle between them, there probably isn’t enough time to get fully naked, and he knew it was true but he asked anyway, I need you, and then he realized her purple pouch was on the table by the bed because his eyes followed her hand when she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and stuck it on the nightstand.

When had that…?

But he didn’t really care, she was unzipping it and pulled a condom out.

“W… What?”

She shrugged as her response, licking the palm of her free hand. Never mind, he didn’t care why she had a condom in her toiletries bag. Condoms had one purpose. It was being used on him and that was good enough for Jungkook. He moaned as her wet left hand gripped his half-hard cock and pumped him. She straightened, standing between his legs.

“Hey.”

He didn’t have the capacity to speak, so he made a noise of want and curiosity, indicating that was ready to take an order.

“Help me take off my shorts.”

Be cool, his brain told him, but his hands were practically ripping off her clothes, yanking the button open and unzipping quickly, pushing it all down, black panties and shorts, gasping as she continued to jack him off while he revealed those lush hips and deliciousness between her legs, trying to tell himself to calm down, but, nope, that pussy looked more delicious than the expensive buffet and the buffet was fucking delicious.

Her hips swayed and she kicked her clothes away.

She held out the condom.

Jungkook reached between her legs and brushed his fingertips in between those glossy lips.

She raised an eyebrow as he brought it to his tongue and licked, trying not to pass out at the sweet taste.

Fuck.

He smirked at her inquiring expression.

“Just a taste.”

He took the condom, ripping it open. There was amusement in that eye-smile, but also a fluster that she covered with veiled calm.

“Ah.”

There was probably an unspoken rule that said, slow the fuck down, but it seemed that she didn’t care and neither did he, rolling the condom down his stiff length as soon as her hand moved away and she sank down on him, replacing her hand with her pussy.

Oh.

Fucking.

“A-Ah…!”

She rolled her hips, adjusting the angle, and Jungkook saw stars or maybe reached spiritual ascension, he had no other way to describe the overwhelming pleasure of the tight, warm softness, slick and wet, her hand gripping his shoulder, sliding up and down on his cock, his hands falling back to anchor himself up, his hips following her rhythm, thrusting up to meet hers.

She lifted her head, a heavy exhale tumbling from her lips.

Half-smile, her cheeks flushing.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He felt the back of his neck burn and hoped it didn’t creep to his cheeks. She was riding his dick and he was dying from a compliment.

“Y-You too.”

Before he could slap himself upside the head for that response, she grinned.

“I know.”

He felt her squeeze him when he was deep inside, her nails digging into his shoulder, his right arm sticking out of his white t-shirt, his hair falling onto his face from the force of the bouncing. Bravery or feeding on her confidence, maybe simply lust and pleasure, who the fuck knew, his reservations disappearing, one of his hands lifting, touching her bare hip, testing the waters, pulling her closer when she smiled at him, breathless sigh at his force.

Harder.

Shifting the position slightly, fuck, right there, he knew that was the spot because they both gasped, tossing words aside and speaking through their bodies, harder, faster, rougher. It was easy to follow her pace. Maybe it was the knowledge that everyone may come back soon, maybe it was all those subtle tastes of her strong flavor from before, maybe this was her trap or maybe it really was undeniable attraction, but whatever it was, it was becoming something, mixed moans, matching pants, slapping bodies, and her hand turning, sliding into his hair, her fingers tense but not grabbing his hair, clenching her jaw.

“It’s okay,” he panted. “You can tug my hair a little.”

She bit her lip, a rare moment of lost composure.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook…”

Her fingers twisted into his hair tightly but didn’t pull, tipping her head back and moaning to the ceiling, clenching down him, shivering walls and sloppy squelch, still forcing her hips forward despite it but his own fingers dug into her hip and forced her to stop, the feeling too much and pushing him to the edge. Her name tumbled from his lips, his hips thrusting forward powerfully as he came, so good, rushing pulses and spilling into the condom, feeling her squeeze and tremble around him.

So good.

His.

At least this moment was, and he was going to treasure it.

Her hand worked into his hair, pinpricks of her nails crawling up, panting hard, opening her eyes slowly as she came down. There was something endearing about it. No walls here, no hiding behind confidence and knowledge of her own power.

Just bliss in orgasm.

“You can be rougher with me.”

She panted, cocking a brow at his declaration.

“You seem like you’re holding yourself back a little.” He grinned. “Or am I wrong?”

She ticked her head, not yet saying anything. Her gaze shifted, playfulness returning, running her fingers through his hair and making his scalp tingle.

He leaned forward and touched his nose to hers.

“I can take it.”

He saw those little puffs under her eyes curve upward in amusement and felt her fingers curling inward, a firm grip, his breath catching his throat, almost, he could almost taste her kiss on his lips again.

They heard the sudden whirring of the door being unlocked.

There were four rooms in the suite – the room Namjoon and Hoseok shared with separate beds, the room Yoongi and Seokjin shared with one bed, and the room Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook shared with the bed and pull-out couch that they ignored, cramming onto the California-king bed with too many limbs sticking out.

And the smallest room, hers, since she was the one girl.

Jungkook woke up far too early the next morning with Taehyung’s arm over his chest, staring down at the corner of the bed that he had fucked Yoongi’s female friend on the night before.

At least it was his side of the bed.

He got up and went for a long work-out session in the hotel gym to avoid any… foreseen circumstances. And to avoid Jimin bringing up anything from last night in the morning.

“You left Taehyung on read.”

“What?”

Jimin had scrunched up his face as he trotted into the bedroom, sighing. “Your phone. You left Taehyung on read, so we knew you weren’t dead, but at least text back and let us know where you are! What if you get kidnapped? We’re in a foreign country.”

Jungkook had blinked at him, sitting on the bed with his shirt half on and his pants hastily yanked on, trying to occupy Jimin so he didn’t start looking around the room. That turned out to be easy, considering Jimin was annoyed at him for not responding to texts. Jungkook had a good reason.

He was busy being balls deep.

He wasn’t going to say that because inevitably Jimin’s next question would be who and Jungkook wasn’t ready for his pint-sized hyung to start teasing and dropping hints to the silent-but-scary hyung.

“Why would I get kidnapped? I would kick their ass.”

Jimin made a pained face at him. “Yeah. Exactly. How are we supposed to bail you out of jail? What do you think we are? Fluent in English and rich?”

Jungkook coughed. “Uh… I got hot. I came up to change. I was gonna go back down.”

Jimin rubbed his head and ran his hand through his black hair, flopping onto the bed. “Never mind,” he sighed. “I’ll text them and let them know you’re okay. Man. You scared me for a second…”

“… Sorry.”

“What’s this?”

Jungkook snatched the scrap of blue foil wrapper from Jimin’s wandering hand. “Nothing. Just, uh, hangover tablet. She gave me an extra.”

“Oh, man, I’m gonna need one, I hope she has another…”

“I’ll ask if I see her.”

You did, Jungkook. You saw a lot.

Jungkook told his inner voice to shut the fuck up.

He wondered. If the others had thought about looking after him, then did any of them worry if she was going to be okay? She was one girl wandering alone in a big city in a foreign country after all. Her English seemed pretty good though.

He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“She’s at Starbucks.”

“What?”

Yoongi yawned and turned his phone around at the table of the hotel buffet, stuffing a slice of prime rib into his mouth. “Green dot.” A steady green dot on a white map with blue roads was chilling in a teardrop-shaped pin labelled STARBUCKS.

“You GPS’ed her?! What is she, an endangered animal?” Seokjin gasped, the half-eaten pretzel bread falling out of his mouth. He quickly snatched it from his plate and shoved it back in.

Yoongi grunted and swallowed, putting his phone back down. “She asked me to, obviously. She texts me where she’s going each day and I check sometimes if she’s there. Takes me two seconds. She’s fine.”

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Where’s she going today?”

“Sex clubs and drug dens.”

Namjoon dropped his fork with a loud clatter.

Yoongi snorted. “She’s going to the Luxor to look around. You think she’d actually be in a drug den? You can’t Google that, sheesh.”

Namjoon had to ask for new silverware because he had flipped his knife onto the floor the second the waitress managed to get to their table.

The fair-skinned man shook his head, his long black hair neatly tucked under a gray beanie. “I told you, she intended to wander around alone. Of course, she took precautions. She’s not a kid.”

Taehyung poked Jungkook on the side of his head. “Yeah, unlike this guy.”

“What? I’m not a kid. I’m already over twenty-five!”

“Okay, next time we go somewhere, you can do all the talking in English.”

“… A-Ah…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I know, I just can’t focus on… remember… when put on the spot…”

“That’s kind of…” Seokjin paused to mock Jungkook. “… The most important part.”

“Hyung, you know zero English.”

“Yah, I know come on and you know, you know?!”

The memories started blurring together, as they did when one was slowly blacking out.

He found they came rushing back every time they kissed, so he always searched for the next time they could kiss again.

Five points of gentle contact on his back and he would turn, a rare moment in the bathroom of both of them getting ready, sudden silence when Jimin stepped out to change his shirt, unsatisfied with his outfit.

Just a quick taste, throwing a shot back as casually as they came. Her lips and tongue working him, soft and insistent, running her fingers up his back, tracing patterns that made his skin radiate with need, wanting her to push the layers of fabric away, but it was gone as quickly as it came, Jimin rushing back in and she was reaching past him, snatching Yoongi’s cologne on the counter and spraying down her neck and chest.

“Isn’t that hyung’s?” Jimin teased, nudging her from behind.

She smiled, playful and unbothered. “If I smell of men’s cologne, less men walk up to me because they will assume I’m already with a guy. Or slept with one the night before.”

“Ah, wait, that’s kind of smart though,” Jimin nodded, sounding surprised. “Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”

She tilted her head at Jungkook, looking innocent.

“Uh… yeah?”

She put down the bottle, sliding it back onto the counter. Not where it was before. His eyes flickered to the movement, sensing a deliberateness to her action. Her hand stopped, backed off.

She had placed it next to his.

Either she knew it was his or it was a very lucky guess.

Jungkook did not think it was a lucky guess.

He turned to make eye contact but she was already leaving the bathroom, waving a hand while tucking her purple pouch under her arm, looking far too pretty in a long-sleeved black shirtdress and studded leather choker, wearing the signature scent of another man.

She could have picked his and didn’t.

The thought lingered in his mind.

In the night, he felt someone poke his side.

He opened his eyes to see hers peering at him from the side of the bed, her fists on the sheets like a curious cat. He couldn’t see the lower half of her face. Heart racing, pushing Taehyung’s leg off him, turning in his body just in case. Taehyung and Jimin breathed softly, lost in dreamland as Jungkook encountered his.

That little eye-smile.

She backed up, placing a finger to her lips, dressed in her black-and-white gingham pajamas. Beginning the game. The silent journey, sneaking past their sleeping companions, into her room, close the door, whispers in the dark, shh, hands under clothes and lips on skin.

Shot after shot.

Common sense nagged at him, but Jungkook pushed it away, losing himself in the feeling of her tongue on his chest, her hands sliding up his sides as she crawled up his body, leaving his skin on fire with her kiss.

“I can turn the light on if you want.”

The curtains of the high-rise room were open, letting in the light of Sin City.

“I can see,” he breathed onto her skin. “This is nice.”

Her top coming off, shorts following. She grinned. He loved the way it flowed to her eyes. His kiss down her neck, smooth skin under his lips, and he could still smell the lingering fragrance, citrus and the ocean with heavenly depth that was uniquely her. He ran his tongue down like she did with him, wrapping his lips around her nipple, feeling her fingers curling in his hair, pushing him around with silent force.

I can take it.

Rolling her chest into his face, soft sigh above him as he sucked, more, so he sucked harder, rubbing his tongue against the hard nub between his lips, reaching up with this other hand to tease the other, the taste filling his mouth, fuck, something different and addictive, too many parts of her that were too enjoyable. Her hands in his hair and her moan of his name as he switched sides, feeling her thighs squeeze his torso, too good, her nails dragging down his back, pinpricks of pain to bring pleasure, and he could feel it, so intense, from her to him, flames melting together and burning, and then all of a sudden her hands yanking his hair hard. Pain shot into his scalp, forcing him to let go, and he gasped, confused, colliding with her insistent kiss, her grabbing his hand, pushing it down, plunging two of his fingers into dripping wetness and tight heat.

Jungkook moaned into her mouth, feeling her fuck herself with his hand.

Nothing could stop this now.

He really didn’t care of anyone heard him now but she didn’t let him, rocking her hips into his hand, trapping him with her kiss even when she came, her orgasm sliding down his palm, shuddering muscles choking his fingers in a punishing pulse and he wanted it on his cock, so much so that when she finally let him go, he grasped his own length with his wet hand and smeared it all over him, a wanton groan escaping him.

Her hand immediately slapped over his mouth, her brows furrowing.

“Shh.”

He shook his head, gasping against her fingers, tighter, pushing the limit.

She gave him a helpless smile and felt around behind her, finally finding the condom and bringing it to him.

“Man, you’re gonna wake someone up…”

He bit down on his lower lip, fuck, it just felt so good, so good burying himself into that tightness, her muscles relaxing for a second to let him enter and then wrapping around him, just like that, swearing under his breath as she chided him, slow, angling herself to accommodate his length, oh God, right there, that depth and that sweet spot, slow and forceful, her legs wrapping around his waist, rising her lower body to his.

He tipped his head back, trying to contain his moan and failing. Her hand flew up, covering his mouth again, careful with the lip ring.

“Lift your arm for a second,” she gasped, and he did, and one leg was on his shoulder now, yes, yes, panting against her fingers, even better now, fucking him hard from below as he fucked her from above, attempting to minimize the sound, clutching his face as hers remained focused, biting her lip to hide her noises, the loudest being their bodies slapping against each other.

Nothing they could do about that.

He saw her neck tense and her eyes flickered up. He felt it too, the rush and the need, staring into her eyes, the thrill all over, her thumb stroking his cheek fondly while not letting go. The light of the city down below lit their bodies, and perhaps there was something in the air, too many drinks and not enough self-control.

Except he was sober.

She was the alcohol.

Jungkook felt his cheeks and neck flush. He hoped she couldn’t see in the darkness.

He whined softly under her palm and she nodded, squeezing him from below. Closer, closer, harder, faster, taking the chance, her gaze shooting up and he was there, her thumb suddenly covering his nose as he half-screamed into her mouth, hitting a strange kind of airless high that was so intense he felt his brain go hazy, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips jerked, wave after wave of pleasure colliding into one another, orgasm punching into him as he felt hers all around, pulsating constriction and slippery juices stuck to the insides of his thighs, hearing her head flinch to the side and bury her face into the pillow in mute ecstasy.

Holy.

Fuck.

She suddenly removed her hand from his face and the oxygen came rushing back, knocking the wind out of him and making him collapse on top of her. A faint sound of mild discomfort under him, but she did not tell him to get off.

He could feel her racing heartbeat against his.

Did she feel it too, the high of the buzz that was them?

Jungkook pressed his hand onto his mouth and his thumb over his nose, feeling the orgasm building up within his core.

It was loud in the living room area, singing, screaming, laughing, and he was slowly cutting off his own air, watching those lips around his cock and feeling that tongue race up and down the underside of his length, furiously rubbing the bottom of the head where it was the most sensitive, then descending into that throat that squeezed him, wet and hot and wonderful. So close to getting caught. So close, but not close enough, and that was the sweet spot, watching his cock disappear into that mouth and seeing that eye-smile teasing him as he watched, covering his mouth so he didn’t give them away.

He couldn’t breathe.

The climb was heaven.

The orgasm slammed into him and he clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut, fuck, fuck, fuck, feeling his length jerk and shoot down her throat. The lack of oxygen bombarded him with thoughtless, unbridled bliss, this, fuck, why does this feel so good, his eyes rolling back, tipping his head back and hitting the wall, thrusting into her throat and hearing her choke slightly, swallowing quickly and shooting a bolt of near-pain up into his head that punctuated the high, leaving him teetering on the tightrope in a dangerous suspension.

She let him go and dragged his pants up, rubbing her throat.

“G… Go back…”

“S–”

She shot up and covered his mouth, shaking her head. Breathing hard, staring into his eyes.

He felt it, the something between them.

Dancing twin flames.

Slowly, she removed her hand, closing the distance between them.

He fell into it, the softness and the pressure and the insistence.

Euphoria.

“You know you can suck his dick in Korea, right?”

They both jumped.

The head of long black-hair tilted, dark brown orbs watching them like a cat who may or may not be silently judging. A smirk, open-mouthed and amused, looking from Jungkook to her.

“While I’m sure it’s incredibly fun for you,” Yoongi said quietly in his low voice. “Maybe control yourself at least in this room.”

Jungkook sputtered but she covered his mouth again. He realized she was smiling.

“I’ll think about it.”

She backed up and picked up her jacket, the short skirt flashing more ass than necessary.

Jungkook was about to move but Yoongi pushed him back against the wall, holding up two fingers and shaking his head, indicating him to wait two minutes before reappearing. Then his hyung followed after the flame.

“Uh huh,” Yoongi muttered as he fell in step behind her. “You act like I didn’t know what you were doing…”

“I tell you what I’m doing every day.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She shrugged on the jacket, ticking her chin at Yoongi. “Keep a secret, okay?”

“Right, I can see how worried you are about it…”

They rounded the corner and left Jungkook alone, breathing hard in the semi-darkness, pants still unfastened, trying to push down his embarrassment.

“Where is – oh, hyung! Uh… what were you two doing?”

In unison.

“Nothing.”

“Kinda looks like something.”

“Well even if it was something, are either of us going to tell you? No.”

“Aww… but hyung, look, I found a song you produced on the list!”

“There’s no – whoa…”

Jungkook breathed out slowly as everyone was distracted. Rebuttoned his pants. Calmed himself back to normal. Smoothed out his shirt. What if…? He shut his eyes, telling his brain not to go there. Remembered her words. I’ll think about it. Yeah. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Yeah, because it was just for fun. A game. Meant nothing. Vacation from real life, and afterward just a distant memory of drunk fun times.

...

Fuck.

“Jungkook?”

He jumped. She stood in front of him, holding her phone.

“I… I left it on the ground,” she mumbled absentmindedly, awkwardly waving it about. “Are… Are you okay?”

“Uh…”

He swallowed, feeling a strange tightness in his chest.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

She tilted her head at him. Took a step back but then stopped. Shook her head.

“You’re not okay.”

Her voice was soft, delicate, a sharp contrast to everyone yelling on the other side of the wall.

“Y-You should go back,” he choked out, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “They’ll think–”

She chuckled dryly, cutting him off. “Yoongi will cover if anybody asks. And besides, I don’t care.” She searched his face, brows furrowing. “You’re not okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Nothing.

He stared at her, in her fluffy black jacket and two-piece set decorated with flames.

Tell her it’s nothing.

She waited, patiently, one in the darkness with him.

Or ask if she feels something for you.

“You…”

She took a step towards him, listening.

“You’ll suck my dick in Korea, right?” he blurted.

She blinked at him.

Wait.

That didn’t come out right.

The side of her lips lifted upward in exasperated mirth. “Uh… sure. I planned on it. I was actually going to suck you dick a couple more times in Vegas too, if the opportunity arose.”

A weight of relief. “Oh. That’s…”

I planned on it.

Jungkook felt his whole body burst into flames. Not literally. But it felt like that.

“You… planned?”

She nodded. “Yes. Because I like you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t try to kiss you. Or touch your dick. Or go to the trouble of buying condoms in a foreign country so I could ask you to put your dick in me.”

He gawked at her.

Moments passed.

There was a series of discombobulated yelps and thumps, someone screaming, "Namjoon, no!", followed by profuse apologizing and Hoseok's crazed laughing and recognizable clapping. Jungkook heard none of it.

His ears only registered the words, I like you, ringing in his ears over and over.

"Oi."

She raised her free hand and pointed at his face, startling him.

"What's with your eyes?"

He blinked, raising his hands and touching his cheeks. "W-What?"

"Your big peepers."

She snickered as if she had told a great joke, grinning wide, the little puffs under her eyes giving them a gentle curve, the delight reaching them too. There was just something about it.

“You look so funny when you’re surprised. It’s cute. I like it.”

He blinked rapidly, finding his mouth partially open and closing it. Swallowed, sputtering. “I… I like your eye-smile.”

She stopped laughing and gave him a confused look. “What?”

“Your cute eye-smile.”

She coughed. “I don’t have an eye-smile.”

He tilted his head. Now he was the puzzled one. “But… you do.”

She backed up, waving a hand. “Nah.” Turned slightly, covering part of her face. He caught the redness of her ears. “No. No, I don’t. Shut up. I’m going. I’ll see you later. I already booked for Tournament of Kings and I’m not missing it.” She pointed at him accusingly and Jungkook found himself smiling, grinning as she backed up carefully, stumbling into the wall and shaking herself vigorously, waving her hand around. “Don’t say anything. I’m leaving. Don’t look at me. Bye.”

And she ducked out, practically leaving a dust cloud in her haste.

Well.

It didn’t seem like what happened in Vegas was going to stay in Vegas, at least in this case.

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↳ SUMMARY: having to teach the lowest and failing class in school, you have to find a way to keep their attention and their grades up but it won’t be easy

↳ PAIRING: students!min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x teacher!reader

↳ GENRE: smut with plot

↳ CW/S: mentions of porn, age gap, stripping, protected sex, oral (male receiving)

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I gulped as my pen scratched out my signature, as easy as that.

They had me now. There was no going back. What the hell had I done?

I realised my first mistake when they reminded me that I had to show my legs again every Friday afternoon until the exams.

"It is in the contract Miss, under Miss L/n duties“ Jungkook reminded me.

"I don't remember seeing that: And "contract!" where did that come from? I cried with mock indignation. "It's just a paper isn't it? What are you, budding lawyers?"

Yoongi had just rolled his eyes in response, "Well, anyway, it's there alright“

They showed me. They were right. There it was, the bottom of the page. It was my fault for not reading the damn thing properly. (Miss Lushbody messes up)

But, secretly I was very pleased that I was going to be doing it. They had been working hard and I needed to keep the carrot dangling. Keep them interested and all that. So, that's what I started to do for them every Friday at 4.00. (After the bell)

It kept them back a bit, but, there was always full attendance: The girls always got away quickly, so they never knew about the boys’ little treat.

And, I must confess that I loved doing it. My justification being that It helped to keep my boys in line. Each time I did it, I shifted my skirt up a little higher, much to their delight. Showing more and more of my shapely long legs. And sometimes, if I was in the mood, they got a brief glimpse of my panties. They all liked that. And while they headed home, I rushed into the ladies again to finger my clit and pussy. Oh God, even a mini-display like that was working me up. And, as the boys rightly pointed out, it was good practice for the full strip which, I could be doing for them later in the year. I just had to think about that possibility and I got really excited...

The weeks rolled on and Easter came and went. I gave out stacks of homework for them to do over the holidays and despite cries of protest, everybody handed in the work. It was fantastic.

Amazingly, we got through a full year curriculum in less than 4 months. I had ticked off all the boxes and when the Ofsted inspectors arrived, they were reasonably impressed. I was proud of my class. They had backed me all the way and when the official report came through there was even a little mention of what a good job I had been doing.

"How on earth have you managed it?" Asked a puzzled, but, appreciative Namjoon one day when he called me in for a chat.

"Oh, we found some common ground," I was able to say. And, of course, it was the truth.

"Well, however you've managed it, you've done a fabulous job" he said.

But, then he didn't know about my promise to do a striptease.

The GCSE exams came round and soon it was just a case of waiting for those results.

With more time on my hands, I started to watch that porn video again; watching it over and over again. I was beginning to enjoy the end a bit more. The part where they all got to fuck her, one after the other...I noted the ecstatic look on Miss Lushbody's face. Brilliant acting? or was it real? It looked damn real to me. Usually, I was naked after copying her striptease routine. And now, I couldn't seem to stop masturbating afterwards.

Did I really want to do the striptease for my boys, together with the "other stuff?" That was what I was thinking about as I toyed down below. I knew I would be very disappointed if I didn't get the chance.

Then, the results came through and were posted on a big board in the school's reception area. There were the usual mixed emotions of joy and tears as the pupils gathered around. My heart was thumping wildly. How had they done? I was desperate to know but I couldn't bear to look. If they had all failed I would be so disappointed and not just for academic reasons. So I just went back to the classroom.

After a short while, my lot came back into the room and from the way they were grinning, I knew they had done well.

I got that pounding in my heart again, as one by one they told me what they'd recieved. My throat went as dry as dust.

I wrote it up on the blackboard. Most of them had achieved C grade passes. That's when I knew for certain that my fate was sealed.

Min Yoongi 7/ Jung Hoseok 4/ Park Jimin 5/ Jeon Jungkook 6/ Kim Taehyung 4/

It was incredible, because, my class had achieved no less than 25 GCSE grade C's not to mention a lot of other lesser grades. My headmaster and all of the staff were astounded. "How did you do it?" They all asked.

I reckoned that all this success wouldn't do my career any harm at all.

But, all I could think about was the realisation that now I would have to do the striptease for my class. I would have to display my naked body for them all to see. As Jimin had so delicately put it, they would get to see "tits, legs, pussy, everything."

Soon, they would be able to get a real good look at it and see for themselves. As I had that thought, I bit my lip and flushed with shame. What was I thinking about? Me, an older woman, no less a teacher, exposing her private parts for young boys to drool over? I hoped to hell no one ever finds out: But, as for calling it off? No way. I couldn't wait to display myself. I was looking forward to it as much as my boys did.

Although, I had started out with a "no-nonsense" short hair style at the beginning of the school year, I had purposely let mymy hair grow to shoulder length in the last couple of months. I wanted to look more like the porn star in the video I was obsessed with. Also, for my forthcoming performance, I had a plan to put it into braids like she did and this was because I thought it looked sexy and would excite my male audience. And, copying her again, I would also be wearing 4 inch heels to make my legs look longer and sexier.

Someone shouted something out and it broke me out of my thoughts.

I knew what they wanted.

Now that the euphoria of their successes had died down, my forthcoming performance was all they wanted to talk about. When and where was it going to happen?

Jungkook, my brightest pupil according to his grades, had an answer for that one too.

"Miss, there's a pub not far from here that has a room they use as a small concert hall. It's very private and you can have a lock-in. You could do it there!”

I considered this and like the others realised that it was an excellent idea. I had been worried for a while at the prospect of doing it in the classroom. There was a strong chance for us to get caught on school premises and that would have been the end of my teaching career. There was further discussion on details and I told him to book up the room. I even gave him some money to do it and a bit more for some booze.

Jungkook said the landlord would let us do a lock-in and keep it strictly private, if we bought the booze and hired the venue from him. "It's just an end of college celebration," Hoseok piped in. And, seeing that everyone there would be 18+ on the night, it was all legal and above board.

So...everything was arranged.

It struck me how good Yoongi was at taking charge. I was his teacher and at 27 I was 9 years older than him, but, he always seemed one step ahead.

"What do you think?" He said. "Start at seven? I'll make sure the place is tidy and organise some chairs for your... erm... customers. There's also a changing room out back”

Was there anything this guy hadn't thought of? No wonder he had done so well in the exams.

The night of the striptease came around, finally. By then, I was desperate to do my act. Anytime I had the chance, I had gotten in some practise. Miss Lushbody was getting competition.

.☆.

I was so nervous, as I drove down to the pub that night; nervous, but very excited. A couple of the boys -Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok- met me at the door, said I looked sensational. That gave me a boost, because, I had spent ages getting my hair and make-up just right.

It was 6.45 p.m. I knew that because I had looked at my watch about 6 times on the way over. On the back seat, I had my stuff. I had fished out my old graduation hat and cape for my act, as I wanted to look exactly like Miss Lushbody. Underneath, I would have a bodice, stockings and suspenders together with a pair of sexy black lace panties. I was ready, God was I ready.

I checked the place out. It was perfect and just as Jungkook had described. Yoongi had also tidyed up as promised and there was a front row of chairs positioned close to a small elevated stage. Music was already playing and I was informed that the piece I was going to use for my striptease was ready when I was.

My audience was all there waiting, and, no doubt pleased to see that I had turned up and was going through with it.

Jimin padlocked the door to the big room. We wouldn't be disturbed. We had the landlord's promise.

"Oh God, please get me through this" I prayed, as I went into the small changing room near the back wall.

I checked my make-up in the mirror again, still perfect and not a hair out of place. Taking a deep breath, I took off my street clothes and donned the outfit.

I was ready. Opening the door slightly, I gave the signal for the music to start, Then, I went out onto the stage. Suddenly, a spotlight came on. It was like I was a professional, although, I had never done it in public before. However I was confident, that all that practise copying Miss Lushbody was going to see me through.

The guys cheered and gave me a big round of applause. That gave me more confidence. I knew then that they were on my side.

Beforehand, I had reminded them again that there were to be no photos or videos taken. It was something that had been agreed upon earlier in proceedings. I had too much to risk otherwise.

Then the music started and I started to dance to it as I had practised many times. I had copied the sexy movements of Miss Lushbody and she was one of the best I had ever seen.

The act went well and very smoothly. I got everything right, every move perfect. First the cape then the hat came off. Then swaying and dancing as I undid the zip at the back of the bodice. My slim, shapely figure was revealed. Also, there was now a lot more female flesh for the boys to savour. The excitement in the room seemed to be rising and I was enjoying myself, more than I ever thought I would.

Then, teasing them, I took off my bra. I received murmurs of approval followed by wolf whistles. I was feeling great and in control. They liked my tits; "quite a handful" was how they put it.

Then, I put my foot up on a chair and began to unfasten my stockings. Nice and slow as I did, just like Miss Lushbody. Then, seductively, I slid the stockings down each leg. More whistles of admiration, but, I knew already that they liked my long shapely legs. They had said so many times when I had done the sample treat for them in the classroom.

Now, I was standing there in just my panties and high heels. Time for more teasing as the music continued to provide real atmosphere. The lighting obviously helped (well done Jungkook)

Then I had them spellbound, as, slowly and tantalisingly I eased down the panties.

"Oooh" they shouted as my pussy came into play. Proudly, I stood with my long legs planted apart to let them have a look: A good, long look. Everyone present seemed to be focused hard on my pussy, as I felt their eyes burning into me. Erotic shivers trembled through me as I thrust my pussy meaningfully towards the boys. They inched closer, heads grouped together; within sniffing distance, as they say.

"Look at your teacher," I was effectively saying look at her cunt. "I am exposing my most private parts for you”

I felt myself getting wet and knew with certainty that I would be heading down the same erotic path as a certain pornstar.

As a matter of fact, I couldn't wait to be their sexual plaything. I had developed that kind of emotional feeling for all of them.

To finish off, I turned round and went on all fours pushing my ass up and out; spreading my knees to give them the maximum view of my ass and pussy. What a sight I must have presented to those horny young men. By doing this, I was going well beyond what I had planned to do, but, I was desperate to bare my full femininity to them. It was, in effect, the erotic surrender of this 27 year old teacher, to her young male pupils.

"Stay like that Miss," Taehyung barked out and I was glad to comply with the order. I held my pose knowing they would be staring hard at my girly charms. I sighed, happy to expose myself to my young male students. It was what I had fantasised about ever since the idea of a striptease had come to me.

At that moment, I had never been so excited in my whole life.

After that, they were lining up to get at me and to be honest I found it almost Impossible to choose between them. I liked them all...wanted them all.

But, Yoongi with his top exam result was first.

"Steady boys. We've got all night." shouted Hoseok. He was right, I wasn't going anywhere.

That was when I reminded them all about condoms. It was a subject that I had repeated often enough to them during sex education and they had come well prepared.

As Jungkook was kissing me, I felt his fingers on my pussy "Oooh" I groaned. This boy could do anything he wanted to me. The others would see me allowing his advances, but, I didn't care, the striptease had got me so horny I needed lots of sexual attention.

I let Jungkook have a quick feel, but, the clamour from the boys I had worked up to a frenzy, all wanted a piece of me. Before he was pushed away, I whispered that he could have me later and he was happy with that. Also, it was something for me to look forward to.

And, It was all out in the open now. The boys knew that sex was well and truly on the agenda and that I was up for anything. Rotas, papers, contracts were out the window now. As far as I was concerned they could all fuck me. I was a bitch in heat.

They were all grabbing me at once, but, Yoongi stepped in to sort them out. He was commanding without having to say anything, they weren't going to mess with him. He commandeered me then for his own sexual use by taking me back into my dressing room.

When we got there, I noticed with dismay that all my clothes were gone. There was no way I was getting out of there anytime soon.

Yoongi unzipped and took out his impressive cock. It was thick and fully erect and looked about 7 inches long. I purred with pleasure as I took in in my hand. This was just what I needed. He stood me against the wall and I spread my legs apart. My pussy was so wet I hardly felt him pushing it in to me. He was going to be the first to fuck me and probably not the last.

"Oh, Oh, Yoongi~" I gasped as he pushed in. All the way in.

"I've wanted to fuck you for months Miss L/n", he said reminding me that I was in fact their teacher. But, at that moment it was the last thing on my mind. I was getting very excited sexually and nothing was going to come between that.

Before I could think of anything else, Yoongi kissed me, his tongue snaking inside my mouth and finding mine. Meanwhile, his big cock continued to dominate and ravage my pussy. It was such a size and he was intent on giving me full measure. In and out, In and out he hammered into me. I was getting the best fuck I'd had in many a long day.

" Hurry up in there" someone shouted - likely Jimin, but, Yoongi just kept on fucking me with piston- like thrusts.

"Oh Yoongi," I moaned, as he kept on bouncing my ass off the wall.

"They'll just have to fucking wait," he growled. "’Teacher is mine”

He came, minutes later, with a triumphant shout as I felt his cum spurt inside. As he took his condom clad cock out, I leaned back against the wall and groaned. What a fuck that had been, one of the best I’ve had.

Then Jimin came to take me up on my promise. "I've found a room," he told me. I didn't hesitate to go with him. At that moment I would have followed him anywhere.

It was a small first aid room, but, with a bed in the corner. Trust him to have cleverly sussed it out.

"Is this part of the pub," I asked fearing he had found another entrance.

"Sort of," he said "but, it's within the locked area”

There was a fresh cover on the bed as he lay me down on it. Somehow, I felt that I would be spending a lot of time in here before I would be able to leave.

First he had a good feel of my naked body. Kissing the parts he liked best. And he liked a lot. "What a fantastic body you have Miss," he growled.

"Jimin~," I sighed.

I had looked forward to him ravaging me like this and he didn't disappoint. His hands seemed to be everywhere.

Then he spread my legs and worked two fingers into my slippery cunt before fucking them in a slow but steady piston like rhythm. I swooned in ecstasy...

"I've dreamt about doing this to you Miss every night since you first mentioned the idea of stripping”

"You can call me Y/n now, Jimin, since school is over now-“

"No"...he said adamantly. "It's got to be Miss or Teach. Keep the fantasy going you see”

I understood, only too well.

And then Jimin fucked me, taking his sweet time about it and telling me how much he had lusted after me ever since I had shown my legs in the classroom. Our sex coupling lasted a while before he came with a shudder and a long groan.

"What about a date then Miss," he asked cheekily, "just you and me?"

I looked into his eyes and didn't say no.

Just then, there were little taps on the frosted glass window. "You're in big demand lady," I heard Hoseok shout.

After Jimin, I had Jungkook. He was so shy that he hesitated to make eye contact with me. The poor thing couldn't get it up. "Aawww," he said in frustration.

"You're all tensed up" I told him. "Just relax. It will come”

I let him fondle my breasts for a while until his cock finally sprung to life. "I've never had a blow job", he confessed. "Would you give me one?" I duly obliged.

As soon as my lips touched the tip of his cock, it went really hard. It was a big cock, similar size to Yoongi’s and I soon found that I had trouble fitting most of it in my mouth. I gave it plenty of loving attention, using my expertise to lick, suck and excite him. This boy was in ecstasy, but, soon found it all too much. In a short time he was spurting his stuff into my mouth. "Swallow it," he hissed and obediently I let his white cream slide down my throat. Oh God, he was so cute...I so wanted to please him.

Jungkook couldn't wait to get in the room. I had been aware of him pacing with impatience just outside the door. He was already fully erect, so this time, he lay down and I squatted down on top to take in his cock. As we got going, I bounced up and down taking his erection all the way in. This way I dictated the fuck. As we built up a steady rhythm he reached up and groped my tits. My nipples stood out proud as they usually did with handling like this. As we fucked I threw back my head and moaned...it was so good.

"Go for it Kook!" were the words shouted through the doorway. They thought he was giving it to me real good and proper. Well it was his ramrod cock that was impaling me so I suppose they were right. But I was in control and loving every second of it. "Stay hard" I urgedmd him as I kept up the action. Why was fucking so wonderful? It was heavenly and lasted a good while before he reached his climax.

Oh God! I remember thinking, I had to have him again...

Taehyung wanted me next. Jungkook had hardly left the room before he was bustling his way in. "I want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, Teach," he announced. "You've lectured me with it often enough this year. Now it can do something useful for a change”

"But do it good," he warned as I took his hard cock in my hands and gladly started to suck. It was a bigger than Jimin’s, but, wisely, I didn't say so because ears might be listening and the boy himself might be standing right outside. So, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having that big thing in my mouth. Lovingly, I licked the length of the shaft, before I got down to a rhythmic sucking motion. I tried to make it last, but, soon Taehyung was shuddering and I felt him about to explode. Then I got it all, as a jet of cum cascaded into my mouth and throat.

Taehyung ordered me to swallow..."every last drop" But I was doing that already. I gulped it down, spurt after spurt, before licking my lips. Yummy.

I thought about how many cocks I had seen to since my strip and did a count. "Where's Hoseok" I asked.

He was sitting in a daze in the front row. His eyes fixed on the stage and nursing a pint of beer. As if hoping I was going to do a repeat performance.

He turned his head when he heard me. "Hello Miss," he said. "Don't forget me, will you”

As if I would.

"I ain't had my fuck yet, Miss", he said reminding me in a husky voice. "And seeing how you went on your hands and knees and pushed your ass in the air, I fancy having you doggy style..."

Frank found a worn old sofa and turned it round so he could drape me over it. It was just the right height for a rear entry, my curvaceous ass so tempting. I was like a rag doll as he spread my legs apart and had a well - deserved feel of my thighs and bum.

"Go for it Hoseok," I urged. After all he had been patiently waiting while the others had been having fun. But, now, it was his turn to get sexily intimate with his teacher and he announced his intention to give me a damn good fucking.

I felt his big cock penetrate my wet pussy and sighed happily in surrender letting it happen. He humped me good and proper, his powerful thrusts nearly lifting me off balance. I hung on desperately, as his big cock plumbed and ravaged the depths of my pussy with devastating effect.

Everyone else just stood and watched. No doubt admiring his cockmanship and watching me getting well and truly fucked.

My inevitable orgasm came, like a tidal wave, as Hoseok’s relentless fucking sent me over the edge. With all the sexual attention I had been having, I suppose that this rare event for me had been inevitable. I was told later that my unbridled scream of ecstasy filled the room, as everyone stopped and watched my complete and utter sexual degradation.

I was their disgraced slut of a teacher.

I am ashamed to say that my vows and responsibilities as a teacher were swept aside that night as, one by one, the boys in my class lined up and sexually used me again and again. It went on ‘til closing time and beyond. At the end I was "literally" fucked out. Second time around, the pace was slower and they enjoyed me more. They respected each other's time with their teacher. Lots of kissing and feeling as the night wore on.

They were very good after that, I have to say. My clothes were returned and I stuffed my stripper outfit into a carrier bag. I managed to get my make-up and general appearance back to something normal and the boys chipped in for a taxi to take me home. Hopefully, the excited flush on my face would die down a bit before I had to face the public eye.

Before I left, six telephone numbers were pushed into my pocket. They didn't want to lose touch, they said. All of them wanted to see me again.

And that pleased me to no end, because, after all that had happened between me and my five boys, I too wanted to keep in contact.

As I sped off home in the taxi, I wondered idly what next year's class would be like.