#soc yoongi

[sweetestofchaos]

to: you | m.yg x reader

the morning after is a little weird...

❅ agust x reader [modern day blackthorn character]

❅ prompt: “I’ve decided we’re not leaving this bed.” “Okay but, what if I get hungry?” “Well, I’d feed you, then take you back to bed with me. Does that sound alright?” and “it's just a little something.”

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings: smut - fem receiving oral - squirting - hybrid/magic shifting - mentions of a gun

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @secfir. I love that I am able to bring Agust to life a little more. Having him act outside of Blackthorn is such a fun little treat to myself! Thank you for sending in this request.

❅ part two to Here's To You

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When you wake the next morning, you aren’t surprised to see the space beside you empty. Sighing, you snuggle deeper into the blankets and try to fall back to sleep. The sound of your bedroom door opening makes you roll over and grab the gun that is tucked under your mattress. Sitting upright in bed with it aimed at the door, you are ready for a fight; uncaring about being completely nude. In the doorway, Agust stands in a pair of black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. His face is unimpressed, lips pulled down into a scowl. 

“Easy killer,” he grumbles and walks into the room with his phone clutched in his fist.

“Y-You’re still here?” 

Agust tosses his phone on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder as he asks, “Is that an issue?”

“N-No?” You hide the gun back under your mattress and rub the sleep from your eyes. Well that was a fun way to wake up. Moving to get out of bed, you freeze as Agust speaks up once more.

“I’ve decided we’re not leaving this bed.” 

You stare at the side of Agust’s face. You have never seen him look so…normal. His dark hair is messy and unkempt, his face is still puffy with sleep and you can see a little dried drool in the corner of his mouth. He looks human. His words take a moment to click in your mind and you shrug your shoulders laying back in bed and wiggling underneath the sheets.

“Okay but, what if I get hungry?” You pout up at him and Agust raises an eyebrow before he crawls onto the bed and gets under the covers as well.

 “Well, I’d feed you -” Agust’s voice gets muffled as he slips further beneath the blankets, his dark hair tickling your stomach as he settles between your thighs. “Then take you back to bed with me. Does that sound alright?”

Well you would be a liar if you tell him it sounds horrible, so you nod your head and carefully tangle your fingers into his dark hair. Agust hums at the touches and presses his lips to your hips, nipping at the flesh before he licks the apex of your thighs. Your body relaxes into the mattress as Agust’s lips trail lower and lower, wrapping around your clit before he sucks harshly. Your whine, your spin trying to snap in half as two thick fingers suddenly fill you. The world around you fades to white noise as you are pushed over the edge one to many times in the span of an hour.

Sweaty and panting, you lay in bed wreaked. Beside you, Agust sits up with a grunt and rolls his shoulders. You watch as he stands and pulls his sweatpants on.

“Thought you weren’t leaving the bed?” 

Agust huffs a humorless plume of smoke and opens the door, “Pretty sure my dick isn’t enough to feed you.” Agust states and he slams the door shut just in time to avoid the pillow you throw his way. 

You wipe at the corners of your mouth and look at your hands; spotless. “Asshole,” you grumble to yourself and carefully roll out of bed. You walk over to your closet and go right to the shelf you are hiding a gift. Grabbing it, you hurry back to the bed and sit upright with the box in your lap. You can hear Agust banging around in the kitchen and it pulls at your heart. Is this how he would act if the two of you were in a relationship? Looking at the wrapped gift in your lap, you start to second guess yourself. Is it too much? Will this small act of kindness push Agust away?

You don’t have very long to dwell on the thought before the bedroom door is pushed open and Agust walks in with food that you know for a fact isn’t from your fridge. 

“What’s that?”

“Where’d this come from?” 

The both of you speak over each other and Agust raises an eyebrow. You sigh and pat the space beside you on the bed. Caring the food over to the bed, Agust and you switch items. You watch as Agust looks down at the gift in his hand silently. His face is void of any emotion, his eyes are dark and cold.

“It's just a little something.” You mutter as you shove a piece of fruit into your mouth. “Don’t make it more than what it is.”

Agust nods his head once at your words and carefully unwraps the gift in his lap. He stares at the familiar book and touches it lightly. The black scales on his shoulder seem to darken and spread down to his shoulder blade to which you gulp. Maybe it was wrong of you to get him such a gift after all?

“Where did you find this?” Agust’s voice is a mix between a hiss and growl as he turns the book over in his hands.

“That week I was away? He had a contest in his hometown, so I went…and I won.”

Agust’s head snaps to you at your words and his eyes are bright gold. His face is more dragon than human, more sharp lines, black scales and something else but he is still just as beautiful.

“D-Do you like it?” 

Agust grins, his fangs sharper than you have ever seen them before. 

“You have outdone yourself, pet. Should I get you a reward?” Agust’s words make your head spin and your core clench around nothing. You know he can probably smell your arousal from how his eyes seem to dilate and he licks his lips. “I’m suddenly very parched, pet.”

In the blink of an eye, the food and book are gone from the bed. You are on your back and Agust has his head buried between your thighs once more. His tongue is wicked as it pulls more and more of your arousal from you like a steadily leaking pipe. The pleasure is blinding, hot and overwhelming as you feel your soul fighting to stay within your body. You feel so light and so heavy, it’s a welcoming feeling. As if you are in the middle of the ocean and Agust is the only thing holding you above water…

Tears fall from your eyes as the pleasure consumes your being. Every fiber of you, inside and out is alight with the endless tug and pull of your release. Something inside snaps and Agust growls as a gush of liquid drowns him mid suck. Greedily he swallows down everything you give him, his cock rock hard as he ruts against the bedding. This is the second time he has ever made you squirt and he is just as surprised as the last time but pleased nonetheless.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls up the bed, looming over you he grins. “I’m not done thanking you yet, pet.”

#yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts gang au #agust d x reader #fic: to: you #1k followers event #merry chaosday event #blackthorn drabble #soc yoongi

[jmdbjk]

Tumblr anniversary

It's been TWO years since I chose to take up residence here on this hellsite/app.

Last year, when I posted about my Tumblr anniversary, Jungkook had just dropped his thirst trap birthday greeting to Jimin. And Yet to Come Busan had not happened yet. No one was enlisted yet. We had no idea that we were about to have our hearts ripped out by Jin's enlistment announcement.

My, what innocent babes we were.

So much has happened since last October other than the afore mentioned Yet to Come Busan concert and Jin's enlistment announcement.

We watched the members emotional sendoff to Jin in December. We watched them do it again for Hobi in April. We didn't see but we know Yoongi has begun his service. We don't need to see it. We are pretty certain within the next two months we will be sending another 2 or 3 or maybe even the rest of them off to do theirs as well.

We got The Astronaut, Dreamers, Indigo, a Christmas song from Tae, Vibe, Face, D-Day (and a tour and I saw Yoongi!!), Angel Pt. 1 & 2, The Planet, another version of Jack-in-the-Box, Take Two, Seven, Layover, 3D and we anxiously anticipate Golden. What am I missing? More collabs that Namjoon did with others. We got so much music I can't remember it all.

We've seen the clothing come off of every member. Some more than others. But still. Chapter Two is not about taking their shirts off, as Tae said...yeah, whatever Tae... it is about transitioning to a more mature image including taking control of their professional and personal images, their bodies, their autonomy, their maturity and sexuality. And boy howdy...

We got a very complex and far-reaching BTS 10th Anniversary Festa celebration that took place across the world.

We got Kook Cooks, Flying Yoga, Wootteo, Suchwita, Namjoon on Big Brains and Many of them Sitting at the Same Table Talking (or whatever the name of that show was), Dior Jimin, Tiffany Jimin, Calvin Klein Jungkook, Valentino and NBA Yoongi, Louis Vuitton Hobi, Bottega Veneta Namjoon, Cartier and Celine Taehyung, dance challenges.

We inadvertently got Jungkook's TikTok through his own error and now we are pretty sure the other members INCLUDING JIMIN are lurking on all the soc med platforms.

We got so much Jungkook being himself. And we watched him go from being fine with his couch potato cushion existence to being Mr. World Traveler who can't stay in one place for more than a few days before he's off again to who knows where and adding to Jimin's list of things to fret over.

We got a nice quantity of sweet quality interaction of Jimin and Tae just yesterday. This healed me.

We have heard over and over how each member is anxiously excited to get back and hurry up and show us they still have it.

There has not been any lack of things to talk about. There has not been any lack of controversy. We've seen things we probably weren't meant to see and we've seen things that are dubious as to their authenticity and things that were obviously made for us to see.

Like one of those of flying bird flock murmurations, the fandom is shifting and changing, spreading out and coalescing and doing all this repeatedly as we navigate this period of time before they get back together in 2025.

I hope we don't run off the rails this next year and that we all can find some common ground so we can stand together at the threshold of 2025 in anticipation of their comeback.

And sooooo many more of you have chosen to follow my weird ramblings, rantings and odd posts. Thank you for taking time to give my blog any consideration.

#jikook continue to jikook regardless #bts chapter 2 #happy birthday bro #jikook in the sheets #i was getting a pedicure and Vibe played and I almost chair danced #happyanniversary

[jeonjungkoos]

yoongi: 😑

#networkbangtan #armiesnet #yoongi #min yoongi #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts #bangtan #* #OMG THE SECOND IS SOC UTE OMGG #hes so cute

[hansjisung-nolonger]

bts concept photos x kaz brekker quotes

#fandomaestheticnet #armysource #bangtanarmynet #kpopgfxnetwork #btsgfx #bts #soc #six of crows #socedit #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #ajhhdsk this took like 2 hours idk how to make gfx #mine #my edit #my edits #mine: bts

[phainon]

as much as i love bts... i have to admit they belong to the soaps

#they are so soc i dont understand people typing half the members as soc blind jdhdjs #get real if half of them were soc blind they wouldnt. be a kpop group #namjoon. a soc blind. and yoongi. a sx dom????? i have to laugh #c444

[carswells]

They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too.

#socedit #litedit #soc #six of crows #crooked kingdom #ya lit #* #edits* #yes i used yoongi as kaz but it works #anyway i dont like this one idk

[jcwriting-blog]

Chapter Four

BTS Outsiders AU

Word Count: 2.1K

Trigger Warning: _

Previous Chapter < > Next Chapter

Song: Golden by Morning TV

Rose

I picked at the mushy lunch food as I looked around the lunch table. Taehyung and I sat in silence as Jin and Jimin laughed about something dumb one of their friends did.

“Like, really, who the hell does something like that?” Jimin laughed.

“I know, right? That’s what I told him, and he still doesn’t listen.” Jin added.

Jimin laughed, “What do you think, Rose?... Rose?”

I suddenly realized he was talking to me, “Uh… what? Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked.

Jimin smiled compassionately, “I was saying-”

“Hey! Watch it, freak!” Jin shouted.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The girl apologized, walking away quickly.

I looked around Jimin and saw Taehyung’s bag tipped over, with all of the contents spilled out. She probably just kicked it.

“Jin, don’t worry about it. It was an accident.” Taehyung said quietly as he put his stuff back in his bag. I noticed a small box on the floor.

“Tae!” I whispered and gestured to the box. He seemed confused at first but his eyes widened when he saw it, ‘Tape’ he mouthed back.

“Am I missing something here? What’s going on?” Jimin asked.

“Oh, nothing.” I replied a bit too quickly.

“Rose, don’t lie to me, you guys have been acting weird ever since the assembly. What happened that I don’t know about?”

“Jimin, really. It’s nothing. We were just… upset about what happened to Jungkook.” I lied.

“Upset? You barely knew him. Rose, tell me the truth.” Jimin pushed on.

“Listen, if you guys are gonna have one of your couple fights, do it out in the hall.” Jin interrupted.

I sighed and took Jimin’s hand. I led him out to the hallway, I turned around to see Taehyung nod at me. I knew I had to tell him.

“Okay, now that we’re out here, what’s going on?” Jimin asked impatiently.

“Look, Jimin, I-”

“Are you cheating on me with Tae?” Jimin asked quickly with tears in his eyes.

“What? No! Oh my god, no, no no! Never!” I assured him. He quickly got over it  sighed in relief, “Okay, then what?”

“The other day, when Tae was at his locker, he found a tape.” “A tape?” Jimin repeated.

“Yes, a tape. When we played it back, it was a video of Jungkook, the day he died.”

“No way.” Jimin said, wide eyed, “Did it show…?”

“Yeah, um… listen, you have to promise me to not tell anyone about this.”

“I swear on my life.” He promised quietly as he took my hand.

“Okay... Jungkook didn’t commit suicide. Someone killed him. They made him drop the camera, and right before they shot him, they filmed his body and the message.”

“Just like what my dad said… What did the message say?” He asked hesitantly.

“It said ‘I’m sorry’. I’m not sure if they were trying to frame his suicide or if the murderer himself meant it.”

“Why would he be sorry? If he didn’t want to kill Jungkook, why didn’t he just… not kill him?”

“Jimin, I don’t know. Before he attacked him, Jungkook said hi to him, and he talked to him like they were friends. But the tape cut out any parts where he would’ve responded.”

“This is way too sketchy… Does anyone else know besides you and Tae?” Jimin asked.

“Um, yeah. You can’t tell Jin, he’ll kill us, but we went to this Greaser’s house.” “Wait, you what?” Jimin asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Yeah, his name is Namjoon. He knew Jungkook. I’m not sure what he can do with the tapes, but he might be able to help.” I explained hesitantly.

“Tapes? You mean there’s more?”

“Tae just found one in his bag, when it was tipped over just now. We’ll probably bring it to Namjoon after school and watch it.”

Jimin stayed quiet for a moment, “I want to come with.”

“What? No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am. You don’t know this Namjoon guy. He could be some sort of escaped convict or something!”

“I’m pretty sure he isn’t an escaped convict. Jimin, he’s chill and from what I’ve seen of him, he isn’t looking for trouble with us Socs.”

Jimin looked around, and looked back into the cafeteria. I saw Jin smile and wink at us and turn to say something to Tae. Jimin sighed, “Fine, but I still want to come with.”

I drove up to Namjoon house slowly, checking to see if anymore cars were here. I didn’t see any other than the one parked lazily next to the entrance.

“So… What’s this guy like?” Jimin asked, “Is there anything I should know before we go in there, guns blazing?”

“‘Guns blazing’? Really Jimin? We’re just gonna go in there, watch the tape, and see if he can do anything with it.” Taehyung explained.

“Why would he know what to do? Shouldn’t we just bring it to the police? You know my dad’s a cop, maybe he can help if I-”

“No, Jimin! You don’t get it, the cops already looked for signs and clues of a murderer, they found nothing! If we gave them these it would make us look like we were the ones that did it anyways.” I told him.

“Okay, yeah… Let’s just go in already.”

As we walked up to the door we could hear people talking and laughing from inside the house. I peeked through the window and saw the people from the other day inside the kitchen talking. I couldn’t remember their names exactly… Mary and something that started with an H?

“Oh shit, Marie and Hoseok are here, maybe it’s best if we come back later.” Taehyung stepped back.

“Too late.” Jimin said as he knocked on the door. I could see Marie turn around and go to answer the door.

“Um… hello? Is there something you guys need?” She asked awkwardly.

“Yeah, is Namjoon here?” Jimin asked confidently. Hoseok eyed him suspiciously, “Lemme go check.” He said as he walked to some room in the house.

“So who’s this one?” Marie asked, gesturing to Jimin. Before Taehyung or I could say anything, Jimin introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m Jimin Park. Rose’s boyfriend. Who are you?” He asked in a tone that sounded more like an insult than a question.

“I’m Marie. That’s all you need to know.” She glared at him. Hoseok came back with Namjoon, who’s eyes widened when he noticed us.

“You’re back! Did you find another…?”

“Yeah, we haven’t watched it yet. I found it in my bag today during lunch.” Taehyung explained.

“So it clearly isn’t a mistake that you’re getting these tapes… But who’s putting them there?” Namjoon wondered.

“Maybe someone saw the murderer kill Jungkook.” Marie suggested.

“Or maybe it’s the murderer himself that’s been planting the tapes.” Jimin said.

“I kind of doubt it.” Hoseok replied.

“Let’s just watch the tape already!” Taehyung shouted as he took out the camcorder.

“Turn that damn thing off!” Someone laughed behind a black screen. A hand moved away and it revealed a smiling Hoseok looking at whoever was behind the camera. They were sitting at a diner, a soft chatter in the filling background sound.

“Oh come on, you love the attention.” The person behind the camera said, most likely Jungkook.

Hoseok shook his head, “You’re not wrong.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at what we got here!” A deep voice boomed off camera. Hoseok looked up with a dark expression.

“Mind your own damn business, we haven’t done nothing.” Hoseok growled.

“Sorry buddy, but I ain’t scared of a couple o’ Greasers.” The man threatened. Hoseok kept staring at him intensely.

The camera started shaking, “What’s this little toy you got here?” The voice asked, “Hey! That’s not yours- let it go!” Jungkook shouted. The camera was pulled back and forth before it was raised into the air with a ‘thump’ sound.

“Not so tough, are ya, little guy?”

The camera was panned at the tiled ground, and a few small feet walked up to whoever was holding the camera, “Is that your camera, young man?” An older woman’s voice asked.

“Um, ma’am, I-” He stuttered.

“Give the boy back his camera, or I’ll kick you and your friends out right this minute.” She scolded him.

“Alright, ma’am, It won’t be a problem again.” He set the camera down, which showed half of Hoseok’s face. He was serious, yet looked surprised, as if no one had ever done this for them before.

Soft footsteps walked away, but Hoseok still looked serious. A chorus of conversations grew louder, it sounded like teenage boys.

“Henry! These guys giving you any trouble?” One asked.

“Nah. Let’s just get out of here.” He answered.

The group of boys left, and while Hoseok’s serious and hardened look faded, a more angry one took its place.

“Those bastards, I’d like to see them actually own up to anything their dumbasses get them into.” Hoseok commented under his breath.

“Yeah, it was kind of pathetic to see how easily he gave up when that lady showed up.” Jungkook agreed.

“Hey, if they ever mess with you like that and I’m not around, tell me. I’ll kill them if that’s what it takes.” Hoseok threatened.

Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t think you need to go that far, but a good spook wouldn’t hurt.” “I just don’t want them picking on you like that, Kook.”

“Thanks, Hobi.”

I looked up and saw that Hoseok had tears in his eyes.

“Why would someone…?” Taehyung trailed off.

“I think they’re setting up something bigger. This definitely isn’t the last tape.” Namjoon said.

I noticed that Marie had stood up with Hoseok and gone to the kitchen. He was crying silently as she was saying something to him that I couldn’t hear.

Marie

“Hoseok…” I looked up to see Hoseok leaning against the kitchen counter, him covering his face with one of his hands.

“This tape must’ve meant a lot to you.”

“No kidding.” He answered sharply, peering up from his covered tear stained face and looked at me into my eyes.

“I… I miss him.” Hoseok confessed, fiddling with one of the silverware he found nearby.

I grabbed the spoon he was holding and put it aside. “We all miss him, Hoseok.”  

“You don’t-” He was interrupted by some murmuring coming from the living room. “You just don’t understand how I feel.”

“Hobi, what do I not understand about it? That Kookie was murdered and someone involved with this mess is sending some Soc that we don’t even know tapes? Of course I understand how you are feeling.” I remarked. “Jungkook was our family. I even considered him a little brother.”

“I think we all did.”

“Also… “ I pondered for a bit, trying to change the subject. “Maybe we should go back in the living room and invite Taehyung and Rose for dinner.”

“Yes! I mean yeah, why not.”

 “I never realized I missed him so much.” I remarked, before walking back into the living room. I glanced at an old picture of Jungkook on Namjoon’s fridge. He was about eight then, playing in one of the sand hills by his old house. He was so happy and full of life. Suddenly I came to realization that that was the same boy that was shot not too long ago.

“He was murdered, Hoseok.”

We all sat at the dinner table facing one another uncomfortably. Uncoincidentally all the Socs sat on one side and Hoseok and I sat at the other. Namjoon sighed as he set down the pot of spaghetti.

“What do guys want to drink? There’s not many options…” He ran over to check the fridge. “We got water and a pack of SD.”  

As Namjoon mentioned the soda ‘SD’, Hoseok tensed up. “Uh I’ll have an SD.”

“I’ll have one too,” Jimin added.

I glanced at Hoseok. His eyes were shifted onto one of the SD cans inside the living room. “Make that three.”

“Could we both get water?” Rose insisted.

“On it!” Namjoon chimed in with the armful of beverages. As he set down Hoseok’s SD, he shifted in his seat. He murmured something underneath his breath that sounded something like ‘I can’t take this’ or ‘I can’t do this anymore’. Whatever he had whispered sounded concerning.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by him bolting out of his chair and into the bathroom.

“Uh he must’ve really had to go then.” Jimin remarked.

“Really Jimin?” Taehyung and Rose said simultaneously.

Ignoring their retorts to one another I looked back at the bathroom door. It felt as if he was scared of the drink. Why would anyone be that terrified of SD?

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[silverlightqueen]

Grease - Teaser

greaser!Hoseok x cheerleader!reader - fluff, angst, humour, potential smut

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 5k+ (not really a teaser lmao, but let’s just roll with it)

Summary - During the best summer of their childhood, good girl y/n and greaser Jung Hoseok indulge in a sweet and innocent love affair before parting ways, believing they will never see one another again. But fate has other plans, and it is only the beginning of the story for y/n and Hoseok in this tale of cars, chicks and high school cliques... (ft. Red Velvet and NCT Jaehyun)

Warnings - mild profanity, mention of sex, mild threat of violence, misogyny and sexism (it was the 50s lol), a lot of 50s slang (it took me longer to find relevant slang than it did to actually write this lmao), bts and red velvet flirting, gross overuse of pet names, I think that’s it but tell me if I missed anything lol

a/n: this is actually edited and proofread by the love of my life @silverlightprincess​ who made me even more excited about this story than I was before. I hope y’all like it x

song I listened to whilst writing: Bad Boy (English Version) - Red Velvet (the album cover inspired their outfits - yes, I know Rydell’s colours are red and white but I don’t care lol)

divider credit: ? (lmk if you know whose it is pls)

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‘Six strawberry milkshakes for the paper shakers!’ the chef behind the counter shouts. A waitress, stood mere feet away from him, winces at the volume of his voice in the quiet diner before picking up the tray of our milkshakes and heading over towards us. ‘Six strawberry milkshakes,’ she says softly, and we all thank her as she puts them down on the table in front of us.

‘You girls look neat. Rydell trying out some new threads?’ she asks, and we all look at Irene, the Cheer Captain, and the unspoken leader of our little group. ‘Yeah, but Coach didn’t really… dig them like I hoped he would. Says they’re impractical or something lame-brained like that,’ Irene says ruefully, and the waitress rolls her eyes. ‘And those skimpy little cheer kits aren’t? Coach is such a pooper – he’s probably just peed off he didn’t come up with these,’ she says, and Irene smiles, a hint of pride in her grin – she likes a little compliment. ‘He’ll warm up to them. Well, he has no choice – all the other girls have bought them too. Our parents will blow a fuse if we can’t wear them,’ Irene says, and the waitress nods, us five just sipping on our milkshakes as we listen. Just as she opens her mouth to reply, we hear the chef shout, ‘Mina! These tables ain’t gonna clean themselves!’ She rolls her eyes with an apologetic shrug before trudging over to the counter where the chef throws a cloth and disinfectant at her.

‘Irene, where did you get the idea for these duds?’ Joy asks, straw between her teeth as she speaks. ‘You know that girl group, Red Velvet? They dropped a new record a few weeks ago – you’ve heard it right? It’s all over the radio. Well, anyway, they did a video for it, and they were wearing these cute little skirts and tops, all in blue and yellow plaid,’ she explains, but I get the feeling Yeri and I are the only ones listening, all of the other girls staring out of the window behind us.

‘Oh, no. I recognise that hunk o’ junk. That’s Kim Seokjin and his little gang. They’ve just pulled up in the parking lot,’ Seulgi says, though the way she checks her reflection in her little pocket mirror shows she’s not quite as distressed about their arrival as she seems. ‘Don’t say that in front of Kim Taehyung. He calls it a ‘hot rod’; he’d flip out if he heard someone call it a hunk o’ junk,’ Wendy says warningly as she fixes her hair.

‘Wait, sorry, but who is Kim Seokjin? And who’re his gang?’ I ask, the girls all looking at me shock, quickly followed by realisation. ‘I keep forgettin’ you’re a newbie. They’re greasers – you’ve probably seen a couple of them at school. They’re… bad news. They have a reputation of humpin’ and dumpin’. Still doesn’t put all the girls off them though,’ Seulgi explains, saying the last bit under her breath.

‘What’s humping and dumping?’ I ask, the five of them shushing me instantly. ‘Keep your voice down, y/n, we can’t be heard talkin’ about things like that in public. Humpin’ and dumpin’ is, like… one minute, they’re all friendly, then they’re suddenly in your bed, and then they’ve forgotten you existed,’ Wendy explains quietly, and I nod in understanding, feeling my cheeks warm up a little bit at discussing something so crude.

‘That Jeon Jungkook did it to Lisa,’ Joy whispers as she applies fresh lipstick, and I picture our fellow cheerleader in my head, feeling a little bit of pity for the poor girl. ‘He’s so dreamy, though,’ Yeri says softly, and Irene rolls her eyes. ‘They’re all dreamy, Yeri, but they’re bad news,’ the girl says forcefully, echoing Seulgi’s earlier words.

And then the bell above the diner door rings behind me, followed by an absolute hubbub. ‘I’ll have you know, I got an A in Miss Lee’s class through workin’ my ass off!’ ‘No, it’s ‘cause you’re a little brownnoser, Jeon.’ ‘Hey! I am not!’ ‘So, if you’re workin’ your ass off in her class, why can’t you work your ass off in all the others? You’re failin’ everything else!’ ‘I’m not failin’ anything! I just don’t have time to do extra sessions with any other teachers.’ ‘You’re doing extra sessions with Miss Lee? Lucky fucker.’ ‘Lucky? How am I lucky?’ ‘She’s stacked.’ ‘So what? She might be a sex-pot, but we’re doin’ history work, not makin’ out.’ ‘Maybe you should make out with her. Drive her home, a little backseat bingo.’ ‘Jeon’s too much of a sissy for that.’ ‘I’m not a sissy! I could easy… backseat bingo with Miss Lee if I wanted too.’ ‘So you don’t want to? Are you queer?’

‘Hey, fat-heads, put a lid on it,’ one voice rises above all the squabbling. ‘Get a load of those dollies,’ the voice says softly, not softly enough for us to not hear. I feel a sudden rush of panic, knowing they’re about to join us. ‘Are those paper shakers I spy?’ ‘It can’t be.’ The teasing voices get louder and closer, and Irene gives me an encouraging smile, obviously telling me not to worry.

‘Ah, if it isn’t Rydell’s resident greasers,’ Seulgi says with a small smirk, and then ‘Rydell’s resident greasers’ come into my view. All of them have their hair slicked back and wear black leather jackets over black or white t-shirts, and black or blue jeans, but that’s where the similarities end. All of them are handsome, but in their own ways; Irene was right – they’re all dreamy. ‘Speak for the rest of ‘em, my hair ain’t greasy,’ one of the boys says with a boxy smile, pushing himself into the booth beside Joy who welcomes him with a flirty grin. He’s right too; his hair isn’t greasy at all. None of their hair is. A little shiny and sleek, but not greasy. At the mention of grease, one of the boys begins singing ‘Grease Is The Word’ obnoxiously loud, another hitting him over the head.

‘Don’t you skirts look cute?’ another of the boys says with a smirk as he pulls a stool up to the side of our booth, and the girls all smile back. ‘Thanks, Jungkook,’ Yeri says with a little flutter of her eyelashes, and he ever-so-slightly leans over me towards her, ignoring me completely. ‘You’re most welcome, doll,’ he replies, and she giggles behind her hand.

‘Oh. Who’s this?’ one of the other boys asks, looking at me, and suddenly all of them are looking at me. I will myself to be confident and flirty like the other girls, and I sit up a little in my seat. ‘She’s new ‘round here,’ Wendy says, not giving me a proper introduction. But it seems it’s better she didn’t, all of the boys suddenly intrigued, eyes scanning me intently. I spot Seulgi and Joy exchange a little grin; they’ve been bugging me all week to try and talk to some boys, saying it’d be super easy for me because of how much of a ‘dish’ I am, but I’m way too shy for that. ‘Obviously. I woulda noticed a cute little piece like this before,’ a disembodied voice says, and when Jungkook moves his head to the side, I spot the source of the voice.

He’s… hot, to say the least, his good looks making my stomach turn a little. His skin sports a golden tan, his eyes and hair a dark brown, and he has nice proportions, not too built but not exactly small either. He gives me a little grin when he spots me looking at him, and I’m endeared when I notice his lips form a heart shape when he smiles. I’m certain I’ve seen a smile like that before.

‘Don’t call her a piece, Hoseok. That’s derogatory towards women,’ Irene says, all eyes turning to her with surprise. Hoseok. Nice name. ‘What? We all know I’m a feminist, it’s not a surprise,’ she says matter-of-factly, as though it’s the most normal thing in the world, before taking a sip of her milkshake. ‘We’re just surprised you know a big word like derogary,’ one of the boys says, coaxing laughter from the rest of them. ‘It’s derogatory, doofus, not derogary,’ Irene says but her voice is lost under their laughter.

‘Hey, Yoongi, Mina’s workin’ tonight,’ one of the boys says, nudging another, presumably Yoongi, who instantly looks up with eager eyes, everyone else laughing. ‘Excuse me, ladies, knuckleheads. My lady awaits,’ he says, the other boys hollering and hooting at him, pushing him towards where poor Mina cleans tables on the other side of the diner.

‘So, what’s the dealio with you, sweetie? How’s a cute little dish like you managed to get in with the socs?’ one of the boys says to me in a teasing tone as he leans against the booth beside ours, the other girls rolling their eyes. ‘I hate it when you call us that, Jimin,’ Seulgi says with wide eyes and a little pout, and he grins at her, blowing her a kiss before he says, ‘sorry, baby, but ya know it’s true. Popular teeny queenies, you five.’ Seulgi certainly seems appeased, a satisfied little smirk on her face when she turns to take a sip of her milkshake.

‘I was a cheerleader at my old school, so the girls got me on the team as soon as I started at Rydell,’ I explain softly, the boys all listening with interest. ‘Ain’t you a cutie? So softly spoken, an’ all posh soundin'. Not like this noisy broad,’ the boy beside Joy says, nudging her, and she nudges him back with a scowl. ‘Shut it, Tae,’ she snaps, and the boy, Tae, grins as he throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side, Joy’s scowl quickly disappearing.

‘Ain’t you in one of my classes?’ Jungkook says, and I look at him for a moment, before nodding, realising he’s in my Math class. ‘Mmhmm. Math, right?’ I say, and he nods with a little grin at me, an unreadable expression on his face. ‘You’re awful quiet in class.’ ‘And you’re awful loud.’ The entire group bursts out laughing, Jungkook included, and he looks impressed.

‘The kitten has claws, huh?’ Hoseok says, my eyes flitting up to meet his amused ones, and then I realise – I’ve seen him before. ‘I recognise you,’ I say without thinking, and a little bit of surprise appears on his face before he quickly masks it with a grin. ‘That’s a line I usually use,’ he says, and everyone laughs, a little bit of embarrassment unfurling in my chest as I let out a giggle.

‘So what’s your name, sweetheart?’ the boy that thought ‘derogary’ was a word asks, and I raise an eyebrow at him. ‘What’s yours?’ I ask, and he grins, more laughter rippling around the group. ‘Kim Seokjin, Jin for short. I’m surprised you don’t know. Irene’s neighbours sure do,’ he jokes, a little gasp escaping my lips as everyone laughs, Irene shooting him a death stare. ‘Aw, ain’t you adorable?’ Tae says with an amused grin, having noticed my gasp, and I feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I duck my head to take a sip of my milkshake.

‘What’s the name then, doll?’ Hoseok asks, my heart fluttering at the nickname. ‘y/n,’ I say, and his mouth falls open. ‘Get outta here. There’s no way. y/n y/l/n?’ he asks, and I nod mutely, shocked that he knows my full name. ‘It’s me, Jung Hoseok,’ he says, and I vaguely recognise the name, but can’t remember where I know him from. One of the boys whistles to fill the awkward silence, another whispering ‘sheesh, ain’t that a bite?’. Hoseok looks at me with intense eyes, almost willing me to remember him. ‘Come on, y/n, you remember me. That summer. At the beach. You know me,’ he says, almost desperately, and then I realise exactly who he is, ice cold shock filling my veins.

‘Hobi! No way!’ I exclaim, a grin spreading across his face as he nods. ‘Hobi? Who the fuck is Hobi?’ Jimin asks, and Hobi rubs the back of his neck embarrassedly. ‘I am. It was my nickname when I was a kid,’ he admits, the boys all laughing, and annoyance appears on his face. ‘Put a lid on it, dipsticks. My old lady gave me that nickname, an’ I’ll be damned if you make me embarrassed of it,’ he says seriously, the boys all falling silent. ‘I like it,’ Seulgi says evenly, taking a sip of her milkshake. ‘Yeah, it’s cute. Hobi. Definitely suits you,’ Wendy says, and suddenly, Hobi’s sporting a little grin, and the other boys seem a little jealous at the attention from the girls.

‘So, you two childhood friends or somethin’?’ the only boy whose name I don’t know yet asks, and both Hobi and I nod. ‘We met a couple years back, when we were… 15?’ he asks me, and I nod. ‘Yeah, 15. I was nearly 16. It was summer, an’ our villas were next to each other on holiday. We spent the whole summer together,’ he says, the others listening with interest. ‘Ain’t that just adorable? Who woulda thought our big bad wolf would turn out to be a little softie?’ the boy replies, and Hobi glares at him. ‘You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Namjoon, so can it before you get a knuckle sandwich. I’m sure Wendy wouldn’t be too happy to see your face busted,’ Hobi threatens, and I’m shocked to see a new side to the gentle and kind boy so full of sunshine that I met a few years ago. He spots the look on my face, and suddenly looks ashamed of himself, the anger in his disposition instantly disappearing.

The conversation quickly moves on to Namjoon and Wendy, and I’m lost in my memories of that summer with Hobi. He was such a lovely boy, so funny and full of laughter. We made a lifetime of memories that summer, and I’ll always treasure it as the summer I fell in love for the first time.

‘Oh, y/n, your milkshake’s finished. Why don’t you get another one?’ Yeri says, nudging me out of my own mind, and I look down at my glass. Sure enough, it’s empty. I didn’t think I’d had that much. ‘Oh. Yeah, okay. Does anyone else want anything?’ I offer, and Yeri hands me some money to get her a basket of cheesy fries, and tells me to get my milkshake with her money too. And it’s then that I notice her glass is suspiciously full, around the amount that I had left in mine. She grins at me sneakily before her eyes flit to Hobi, and I know she’s plotting for him to follow me.

I slide out of the booth, and head up to the counter, my white cheer shoes squeaking against the clean vinyl floor. I cross paths with Yoongi, who’s glowering a little. ‘Any luck with Mina?’ I ask, my courage at speaking to a virtual stranger surprising me. ‘Not really,’ he admits, and I supress an amused laugh. ‘Maybe bring her some flowers next time you’re here? Girls love it when boys do things like that. It’s cute and romantic,’ I say, and he nods, digesting my words. ‘Yeah. Good idea. Thanks, new girl,’ he says, heading back to our booth with renewed energy.

I order a strawberry milkshake and Yeri’s fries at the counter, poor Mina looking like she could kill the chef when he shouts at her to clean the machine before getting my milkshake. ‘Shall I bring it over, or you gonna wait?’ she asks me, but I’m saved from answering, a voice behind me replying, ‘we’ll wait.’ Hobi appears, sliding on to the stool beside where I stand with an easy grin at me, my heart jumping.

‘I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,’ he admits, and I smile. ‘Me too. You’ve changed,’ I say, and his smile slips a little. I feel guilty, and so I make up for it by saying, ‘you’ve grown into a dreamboat.’ A grin instantly appears on his face, and he puffs out his chest a little, coaxing a laugh from me. ‘But look at you, y/n. You were always a pretty little thing, but now… well, you got a classy chassis, alright, an’ your face ain’t half bad either,’ he says as offhandedly as possible, a little grin on his face, and I can practically see his new greaser image fighting down the sweet boy that I know is inside. What he says is a little… not offensive, but I know Irene wouldn’t be too impressed if she heard it, and yet I can’t help but feel a little flattered. ‘Thank you. I think,’ I giggle, fingers toying with the hem of my skirt nervously, and he leans back against the counter, eyes skimming over my figure. ‘It was a compliment, doll. This new uniform’s cute, too. Reminds me of that little dress you wore, our last night that summer,’ he says, smiling widely, and my heart warms at him remembering.

I know exactly the dress he means; it was yellow and white plaid, sleeveless, and the hem came to just above my knee. I remember feeling so grown up in such a short dress, but it’s nothing compared to the outfit I’m wearing now. My grandparents would be scandalised if they saw me in my strappy, yellow plaid top – revealing my arms, the majority of my chest and a little bit of midriff when I stretch – and my blue plaid skirt, swishing around my thighs, with lacy white ankle socks and a yellow plaid scrunchie on my wrist. All the other girls are in variations of the same outfit, colours switched around on their tops and bottoms, different shape tops, different length skirts. It’s a little risqué, but times are slowly changing, and Irene is a firm believer that people like us will help to change it.

‘I barely remember that night,’ I say shyly, and he raises an eyebrow, knowing I’m lying. ‘I could never forget,’ he says lowly, eyes locked with mine, and the memory appears in my head. I shared my first kiss with him that night and whilst the memory is one that I treasure, I’m surprised it means anything to him. He’s a greaser, and they have a reputation for… ‘humping and dumping’ as Seulgi so eloquently put it. ‘You were my first kiss,’ he says casually, and I smile shyly, a little surprised at hearing so. ‘I never would’ve guessed,’ I say softly, and he grins. ‘I haven’t been a… greaser forever, you know,’ he says frankly, and I laugh. ‘Well, you were my first kiss too,’ I admit, and he grins even wider. ‘I know, kitten,’ he replies, and I feel my face fall a little, his face falling too. ‘No, no, I don’t mean it like that. It wasn’t bad, or anything,’ he says hastily, and I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. ‘You were just so…’ he trails off, and I give him a pointed look, prompting him to continue. ‘Innocent. Practically jail bait. A cute little Quentin Quail. It’s hot when a girl’s like that. Hotter than easy girls,’ he says, and I nod, holding back a laugh, and trying to mask how embarrassed I am at the flattery.

‘Here’s your milkshake, y/n, and your fries,’ Mina says, suddenly interrupting mine and Hobi’s eye contact. ‘Hey, Mina,’ Hobi says with a flirty grin, and I try to stop my smile from faltering. ‘Hi Hobi.’ ‘Why’s the diner so quiet tonight? It’s like Nowheresville in here.’ ‘Everyone’s at the bar, watching the football.’ ‘Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Well, anyway…’ ‘Yes, Hobi?’ Mina replies in a bored tone, and I suddenly like the girl. A lot. ‘Why don’t ya give Yoongi a chance? He’s real sweet on ya,’ Hobi says easily, and my heart warms when I realise that he’s trying to be a good friend. ‘And I told him already, I got a boyfriend,’ Mina says, and Hobi nods, impressed. ‘Yeah? What’s his name?’ ‘He goes by Bambam.’ ‘Still at school?’ ‘Na, he works at the garage ‘round the corner.’ ‘Good pay?’ ‘You writin’ a book or somethin? What’s with all the questions?’ ‘Just askin’. I wanna work there.’ ‘I’ll put in a word if you get Min over there to leave me be,’ Mina says, Hobi holding a hand out to her with a grin. ‘Deal,’ he says, Mina unable to keep a small smile off her face as she shakes his hand.

‘Come on, doll, let’s get back before Yeri’s fries go cold,’ Hobi says, his attention back on me as he hands me my milkshake, picking up the fries in one hand and snaking the other around my waist. A little thrill runs through my body at the feeling of his hand on me. He leads me back over to the table as I thank Mina over my shoulder. When we reach our booth, everyone’s staring at us, continuing to do so when Hobi puts Yeri’s fries down in front of her, slides into my seat and pulls me down onto his lap. My heart nearly pounds out of my chest.

‘You two look awful… close,’ Wendy says cautiously, and Hobi shrugs offhandedly. ‘We spent a whole summer together, ‘course we’re close.’ ‘Yeah, like two years ago.’ ‘So what?’ ‘Nothin’. Hobi.’ ‘Are ya laughin’ at my nickname?’ ‘No.’ ‘So, tell us more about this summer you two spent together,’ Taehyung says musingly, his elbow on the table and his chin resting on his hand. ‘Yeah, d’you get in her drawers?’ Jimin asks with a mischievous grin, and blood rushes to my cheeks from embarrassment. ‘Hey! Shut it, bozo, they were little kids,’ Seulgi exclaims, hitting him over the head, and he continues grinning, still looking at Hobi for an answer. ‘Mind your own beeswax,’ Hobi replies as his arms slide around my stomach. ‘Come on, let’s hear a little at least,’ Namjoon says softly, the others all nodding in agreement. ‘We wanna hear about your summer lovin’. Did you get friendly down in the sand?’ ‘D’you get far?’ ‘Did she put up a fight?’ Shut it, clods! Don’t ask questions like that, ‘specially not in front of her,’ Hobi exclaims, all of them exchanging grins. ‘Jeez, whatta grouch. You oughta tell us somethin’, since you didn’t even tell us about her after that summer,’ Jungkook says, leaning away from Hobi when the boy goes to hit him. ‘What are ya, the FBI? Lay off a little. There’s nothin’ to know. Like Seulgi said; we were little kids. Ain’t that right, kitten?’ Hobi says, and I nod in response to his question, butterflies in my stomach at being sat on his lap, having his arms around me, and having him speak to me like… like I’m his girl or something.

‘Well, whatever. I’m bored. Let’s cut out,’ Taehyung says, and I can see Joy deflate a little, my heart going out to her. ‘Na, let’s stick around a while,’ Jimin grins, eyes locked with Seulgi who grins right back. ‘Thought we were gonna hit the passion pit,’ Hobi says, Irene rolling her eyes. ‘The flick’s probably finished by now,’ Namjoon says, and Yoongi grins. ‘Let’s head down to Thunder Road,’ he says with a glint in his eyes, and the others exchange a glance before looking to Jin. ‘Na, my old lady said I gotta be home before midnight,’ Jungkook says, the others all mocking him. ‘Candy ass. Your old lady won’t say nothin’ if you’re late, let’s just go,’ Yoongi says, and Jin shakes his head. ‘Ice it. We get in enough trouble, let’s not go lookin’ for it,’ he says, surprisingly wisely, and the other boys respect his words, nodding.

‘We makin’ tracks or what? I really gotta get home or my old lady’ll crown me,’ Jungkook says, Yeri practically melting at his words – obviously she’s got a soft spot for a momma’s boy. ‘Yeah, let’s split. You dollies hangin’ ‘round here, or ya wanna come with?’ Jin asks, and the girls all look to Irene. ‘Where ya goin’? We ain’t comin’ if you’re goin’ to Thunder Road,’ Irene says, and I’m still unaware of what exactly Thunder Road is. ‘Na, we’re gonna drop the kid off an’ then… head to the bar,’ Jin says, the other boys cheering at his words. They all start to get up from their seats, and I feel Hobi fidgeting a little beneath me. I get out of the booth, and he gives me a smile before sliding out himself, and I take the empty seat. Irene looks around at us all before answering, ‘I think we’re gonna head home.’ ‘Any of ya need a ride?’ Jin offers, and Irene shakes her head. ‘I’m drivin’ Yeri and y/n home, and Seulgi’s old man said he’ll pick her, Joy and Wendy up on his way from work,’ Irene says, Jin nodding. Whilst he seemed a little immature at first, it’s obvious he’s a lot more grown up and responsible than the others.

‘Well. We’ll see you dollies at school on Monday then,’ Jin says, the other boys giving various goodbyes. Tae squeezes Joy’s thigh, the girl jumping a little in her seat as he grins, Jimin blowing Seulgi a kiss as he heads towards the door and she giggles, pretending to catch it and tuck it into her top. Namjoon gives Wendy a wink and she rolls her eyes, unable to hold back the grin on her face, as Jin exchanges a little glance with Irene and Jungkook presses a kiss to Yeri’s hand with a smirk, Yeri giggling as a blush colours her cheeks. ‘See ya Monday, y/n,’ Hobi says with a grin, and I smile back. ‘Bye, Hobi,’ I reply, the boys leaving moments later.

The diner seems eerily quiet now that they’re gone, and all of the girls look at me. ‘You and Jung Hoseok, huh? Who woulda thought?’ Joy says, looking at me with both curiosity and amusement in her eyes. ‘You’re so good, and sweet, y/n. I never woulda guessed you had the hots for him,’ Wendy says, and the true words are unspoken. So I say them. ‘And you never would’ve guessed he had the hots for me?’ I say plainly, Wendy looking a little guilty. ‘It sounds bad when you say it like that. I mean… the greasers, they flirt with us and all, but they’d choose an easy girl over us any day. And you’re not easy. You’re so innocent and soft, and I’m just surprised Hoseok would like someone like that,’ Wendy explains herself, and it makes perfect sense. ‘He wasn’t the same back then. He was… really nice, and gentle,’ I say, the girls exchanging a glance. ‘y/n, he’s been in that gang since he was, like, 14, ‘cause his big sister dates one of the older boys in the gang. Meanin’ he was a greaser back then too. Maybe… he dropped the act with you, though,’ Irene says, though she sounds sceptical. ‘Yeah. Maybe,’ I say, questioning our summer together in my head.

‘Speak of the devil,’ Wendy says gently, just before Hobi reappears beside me. ‘Hey, doll. I was wonderin’ if ya wanna do somethin’ with me? Maybe next Friday, after school?’ he asks, rubbing the back of his neck, and he looks almost nervous. My stomach turns with butterflies, and it’s only when Yeri nudges me that I remember I need to answer. ‘That… sounds real nice, but the pep rally’s next Friday. Maybe another day?’ I ask, and he nods, looking down at the floor, a little disheartened. ‘I can do something on the weekend after the pep rally?’ I offer, and he looks back up hopefully. ‘Yeah. Yeah, the weekend sounds good. You wanna… go to the passion pit? They’re showin’ Sunset Boulevard,’ he suggests, and I nod with a small smile. ‘I… I’d really like that, Hobi,’ I reply, and he smiles, real wide, his eyes practically shining. ‘I’ll pick you up. It’d be nice to see your parents again.’ ‘Yeah, that would be nice. They’d like to see you too.’ ‘Yeah. Neat. We’ll talk about it at school, but I gotta go. The boys are waitin’ for me,’ he says, and I nod, smiling. ‘Bye, Hobi,’ I say softly, and he grins back at me. ‘See ya, y/n,’ he says, taking a sip of my milkshake and laughing when I swat at him, before jogging towards the door.

I sigh happily, looking around at the girls, who all look back at me amusedly. ‘Oh, she’s a goner,’ Yeri says gently, and I laugh, rolling my eyes. ‘So is he, by the looks of it,’ Joy says, and Irene raises an eyebrow. ‘I’m not so sure. You know why people go to the passion pit,’ Irene says, and I look blankly at her. ‘Why?’ ‘To have the movie as background noise for… backseat bingo,’ she says quietly, and I feel my happiness deflate a little. I’ve met the first (and only) boy I loved again after a couple years, and I’m finding out he’s a horndog. ‘But maybe he just wants to watch the flick. I heard Sunset Boulevard’s real good,’ Seulgi says encouragingly, obviously trying to cheer me up, and I nod, though Irene’s words still ring in my ears. ‘I could be worryin’ for nothin’, y/n, don’t get sad about it. I just wanna look out for ya, that’s all,’ Irene says, and I smile at her, feeling gratitude for her being so kind this soon into our friendship. ‘Thanks, Irene. Don’t worry, I won’t let him… get into my drawers,’ I joke, repeating Jimin’s earlier words, and the girls all burst out laughing. ‘I sure hope not ‘cause my momma’s goin’ to watch Sunset Boulevard next weekend,’ Joy says between laughs, coaxing more laughter from us. I meet Irene’s eyes, and she gives me a gentle smile before mouthing, ‘be careful.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ I mouth back with a smile, ‘I will.’

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Look At You | K.SJ + M.YG

Paring: Seokjin x Plus Size!Black Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: 18+

WC: 5.4K

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 (𝗆/𝖿/𝗆), 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖱𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗌𝗌 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖬𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖮𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌, 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖵𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖲𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖯𝗅𝗎𝗀, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗆/𝖿 | 𝗆/𝗆), 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖣𝗈𝗆!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖲𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂

Summary: Whenever their plus sized girlfriend lets her confidence shine through, they get dumb and horny. 

OR 

You are feeling cute in your new heels and your boyfriends don’t know how to act.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. thank you again to @itaeewon​ for the wonderful banner. shout out to @theharrowing​ and @horanghater​ for betaing this messy little fantasy of mine. this is so self indulgent that i can't even speak upon it. i enjoyed writing this a little too much and i hope you enjoy reading it!​

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 

Yoongi couldn’t remember how he got here. One minute he was sitting in the living room with Seokjin, playing a game while you got yourself ready to go out for the night. Seokjin had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant, so he was dressed nicely in a black silk button down with the first three buttons open that was tucked into a pair of black pressed slacks. The black suit jacket was hung by the door. His hair was neatly styled to stay out of his face and off his forehead. 

Yoongi in turn wore a white button down that was tucked into black dress pants. He thought you would enjoy the whole suit and tie, so he wore a black tie with a black waist coat. His dark hair was brushed out of his face, a small section of strands was left alone to hang in his eyes on purpose. The matching black suit jacket was also hung by the door behind Seokjin’s; they were just waiting on you.

It never took you too long to get ready. By now, you had your makeup routine down to thirty minutes and since your hair was styled in passion twists, you only had to pull them into a cute waterfall ponytail with two single twists left out by your temples. Tonight wasn’t anything special but after your trip to the mall with your best friend, Jimin, you were feeling yourself. Leave it to that man to hype you up past anything you’ve ever known. He talked you into buying a lingerie set to match the brand new heels you got. Needless to say, after the trip to the mall you were excited to show your new finds to your boyfriends. 

When Seokjin said that he and Yoongi were taking you out, you had formed a plan. You had felt a little bad about ruining your night out, but you knew it would be worth it. Now that you looked at yourself in the full length mirror, you knew it would be worth it. The heels you had on gave you a nice amount of height, the pink lacey set you wore hugged your curves, pushed up your breasts, and left very little to the imagination. You even went as far as to attach a garter belt around your waist to help keep up a pair of white and pink thigh high stockings…you looked sexy. You felt sexy.

You walked out of your shared bedroom wearing a black ruffled dress that needed to be zipped from the back. Could you reach the zipper yourself? Yes, you could have…but did you want to? You smiled to yourself and walked down the hall to the living room, your new heels clicking on the tiled floor.

“Darling? You ready to go?” Yoongi had asked without looking away from the tv screen. They were playing Mario Kart and Seokjin shouted as their friend Jungkook hit his kart with a turtle shell. “Darling?” 

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at your lack of response and the controller clattered to the floor. Seokjin shot Yoongi with an unimpressed side eye but continued to play the game.

“Can you zip me up?” you asked with a shy smile and Yoongi swallowed thickly before he nodded his head.

“You brat!” Seokjin screamed into his mic on his headset as Jungkook passed him on the screen.

Your heels clicked on the floor again as you walked closer to the couch and this time, you came into Seokjin’s peripheral vision. He glanced at you and looked away before his head whipped around to look at you again. Your legs were out and his dick twitched in his slacks. Biting your lip to keep the smile off your face, you turned your back on your boyfriends and waited to be…zipped. You felt their eyes on you and it made goosebumps come to life on your skin.

“You win, JK!” Seokjin muttered into his mic before he turned the game off, ripped off the headset and Yoongi rose to his feet. Seokjin watched like a hawk as Yoongi stood behind you, slightly to the side so that Seokjin could see everything.

“What’s this, darling?” Yoongi whispered, his cool fingertips tracing the pink strap of your bra. “I don’t remember you having pink.”

“And we would remember!” Seokjin chimed in.

“This?” you questioned and turned around with wide innocent eyes. “I got it today while I was out with Jimin.”

Seokjin rose to his feet and walked over, his eyes dark as he drank you in. 

“Strip.”

With one word you knew that the reservations for tonight were canceled.

It was here in his lap with the way your walls welcomed his cock in a warm embrace that Yoongi found heaven. As your hips ground against his pelvis, he watched as if in a trace, the way your ass jiggled with each tiny movement. You looked so soft, your thighs plush and bouncy; he couldn’t help but to hold onto you tighter. His fingers dimpled your skin and Yoongi found himself once again transfixed. A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you rode him and he wanted a taste. Suddenly his tongue felt much too large for his mouth and he started to drool. He licked at his lips and a shadow loomed from above.

“Is Yoongi making you feel good, sweet girl?”

Seokjin’s voice was cool water, washing over Yoongi’s mind as it cleared the thick, pleased fog from his eyes. You were moaning loudly, begging Yoongi to fill your warmth with his seed. You  were babbling incoherent words that made little to no sense as you bounced on his dick. Clearing his throat, Yoongi slurped up the drool in his mouth and swallowed before he looked at Seokjin who wore that all too familiar smirk on lips.

“I think our little love can handle more.” Seokjin reached out and tangled your twists around the fingers of his left hand. He tilted your neck and smiled down at you before he flicked his gaze to Yoongi. 

“Don’t you agree, Yoongi?”

Yoongi nodded his head silently to which Seokjin tutted as he stroked your cheek with his free hand.

“Seems like the cat has indeed got your tongue,” Seokjin joked and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t. He watched, unblinking, as Seokjin pulled your head downward, making you shift in Yoongi’s lap. He tightened his hold on your hips to keep you from falling into Seokjin’s thighs or worse onto the floor. “I’ve waited long enough, sweet one.” Seokjin’s words were a clear order and Yoongi watched as you balanced yourself on his thighs, tightening your walls around his dick while you struggled to undo the button and zipper of Seokjin’s jeans in your hazy headspace. Taking pity on you, Seokjin gently slapped your hands away and undid his pants with one hand while still keeping a tight grip on your twists.

He raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow and you pawed wildly at his pants, pulling the fabric halfway down his thick thighs, along with the black Balenciaga boxer briefs; Seokjin’s cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as the flushed tip oozed a small pearl of precum. You leaned forward and Seokjin tightened his grip on your hair slightly, keeping you from what you wanted at that moment. 

“Easy, sweet girl. Don’t want to hurt that lovely throat, right?” 

Seokjin gripped the base of his dick and traced the shape of your lips, smearing his precum like gloss. Your tongue flicked out to tease the tip and tasting the saltiness of him made your mouth water. Your lips parted and Seokjin huffed a deep laugh.

“Patience love,” he whispered, dragging the length of his cock along your jawline, cheeks and lips. A sticky mess, a clear homemade mask of his precum started to dry on your skin and Yoongi’s own length twitched inside of you. Readjusting his grip on his dick, Seokjin smirked as he continued to smear his precum on your face. He tapped your lips with the tip, the clear gloss thickened with each swipe. Biting his bottom lip, Seokjin slapped his cock against your cheek once and you whined, full lips pouted.

Yoongi groaned as he watched you silently beg for Seokjin’s dick. He knew how you looked, eyes wide, mouth open with your tongue poked out. Just the thought of your face made Yoongi want to come right there and then but he held off. 

Seokjin’s hand came in contact with your cheek, the light smack made you moan and clench tighter around Yoongi as your eyes fluttered closed. Seokjin smacked you once more. 

“Eyes on me!” 

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Seokjin’s face and he felt his cheeks heat up, seeing that Seokjin wasn’t talking to him, but you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth and come down your throat. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” you moaned and Seokjin glanced at Yoongi. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he pressed himself into your awaiting mouth, not once taking his eyes off Yoongi.

The warmth of your mouth, the way your lips wrapped around the base of his length and sucked…Seokjin let you bob your head as he kept watching Yoongi. The signs of need were there in his sparkling brown eyes, blown wide and skin flushed. He could see the way Yoongi’s Adam’s apple kept bobbing as he swallowed repeatedly. Seokjin nodded his head and Yoongi started to circle his hips, swirling himself against the wet walls of your pussy. You both moaned from the feeling and Yoongi jumped, feeling Seokjin’s hand on his cheek. He hadn’t even noticed that his eyes closed. Seokjin’s fingers were sticky with his precum and as they moved towards Yoongi’s mouth, his lips parted silently.

Seokjin grinned and pressed  his index and middle fingers against Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi tried not to gag but Seokjin’s fingers were long, reaching nearly all the way into the back of his throat. There were no words spoken as Seokjin fucked his fingers in and out of Yoongi’s mouth, teasing the wet muscle between his two fingers, pinching and stroking until Yoongi was a slobbering mess.

Seokjin bit his bottom lip and grunted as he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. At the same time, Yoongi moaned around his fingers because you had squeezed around his dick suddenly. Seokjin slipped his fingers free from Yoongi’s mouth and gripped his chin before he directed his head down to look at the way your body reacted to their touch. 

From how you were bent over in Yoongi’s lap, speared on his cock with Seokjin’s stuffed in your throat, your asshole was on full display. It clenched and unclenched as Seokjin started to fuck your mouth, much to Yoongi’s delight. Sliding a hand from around your waist, Yoongi smacked your ass and watched it jiggle. You moaned and Seokjin held your head down against his pelvis, the dark pubic hair tickling your nose.

“I want her to come within the next ten minutes.”

Seokjin pinched Yoongi’s face in his hand, his cheeks squished together as he was forced to pout. 

“Spit on it.”

Yoongi felt the drool collect in his mouth at Seokjin’s words and he easily grabbed your ass cheeks in his large hands; spreading them more to get a better angle of your untouched hole. Yoongi let the spit in his mouth gather at the front of his tongue before he tucked his chin and spit. The glob landed on its intended mark, making all three of you moan. Seokjin slid his hand to Yoongi’s hair and watched as Yoongi smeared his spit with his thumb, the thick digit teasing your rim with a little pressure.

“Nine minutes,” Seokjin hissed as you swallowed around him.

Yoongi wasted no more time. He gathered more spit in his mouth, collected your combined arousal from where you made a mess on his lap and spit once again. He pressed two fingers covered in your essence into your tight hole and hissed as you squeezed around both his fingers and cock like a vice. Taking control, Seokjin started to fuck into your mouth, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as your ass bounced in Yoongi’s lap. From his angle he saw the way ripples moved each time your ass smacked against Yoongi’s lap. His stomach clenched at the sight and he could hear the blood rushing behind his ears.

Yoongi’s voice was low and gravely as he moaned, crooning your name as he chased his release. From the way your walls were squeezing him, he knew you were close. The need to overstimulate and fuck you dumb muddled his mind as he started to finger fuck your ass and drive his hips harder into you. Tears spilled from your eyes, clumping your lashes together as spit and precum dribbled from the corners of your mouth. Full. That was the only thought on your mind. You felt so full, yet so empty. You wanted both of your lovers to come, you wanted to be filled past capacity. 

“Five minutes.”

You whined as another slap was delivered to your ass – by who you couldn’t tell but, the sharp pleasure-pain was just what you needed to push you over the edge. Blood rushed loudly behind your ears, a high pitched tone sounded in your head and your vision turned white with spots of black as your orgasm crashed into you. 

Yoongi and Seokjin both groaned, hissing in pleasure as your body locked up, tensing in all the right places. Seokjin forced himself down your throat and listened to you gag as he came with a loud moan. Yoongi pulled his fingers from your ass and held on tightly to your hips as your pussy tried to push him out. The tightness was heaven and he came, pushing past your own release to fill you with his cum. Seokjin pulled out as the last of his orgasm trickled from him and watched with lidded eyes as you coughed and sputtered. His heart beat quickly in his chest and he knelt down before you, cupping your face in his hands. 

Wiping away your tears with his thumbs, Seokjin pressed his mouth to yours and kissed you deeply while Yoongi rubbed small, soft circles into your hips. The warmth that settled over the three of you was tiring, but you pushed through. As Seokjin pulled away, he kissed the tip of your nose and helped you sit up correctly in Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your stomach, his fingers hot against your skin. You leaned back into his hold and turned your head, capturing Yoongi’s lips in a slobber, tears, and cum-filled kiss.

Giving your sides a light squeeze, Yoongi broke the kiss and nibbled playfully at your jaw. He glanced at Seokjin from under his lashes as he pressed his cheek against yours and smiled wickedly. Seokjin was still hard and leaking like he hadn’t just flooded your throat. Chuckling, Yoongi kissed your shoulder and squeezed your hips in his hands. He didn’t want to let you up, he wanted to keep you all to himself and bask in the warmth of your body and pussy. The afterglow of sex always looked good on you; he loved the way your skin was sweaty and shined in the light. The baby hairs at your hairline curled, and the way you let yourself melt into nothing was beautiful.

“Darling,” Yoongi whispered against your ear as he started to stroke the soft skin of your inner thigh. You hummed in acknowledgement but made no show of moving to which Yoongi chuckled and skimmed the tip of his nose along your shoulder. “I don’t think Jinnie is finished with you.”

Yoongi’s words forced you to come down from the cloud that you were resting on. Your vision slowly became clearer as you blinked, and sure enough Seokjin stood a few steps away, stripping out of his clothing. You could see that he was still hard and a shiver trembled throughout your body. Yoongi felt your walls as they tightened around him and he grunted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Give me a moment, darling. Okay? Let Jinnie take care of you.” Yoongi patted your thighs and you nodded your head. Seokjin would take care of you and you couldn’t wait. “Where do you want her, Hyung?” Yoongi called out to Seokjin, who had started to turn around. 

Seokjin’s eyes darkened as he took in your post-orgasmic state. The way your eyes struggled to stay open was cute, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. Your breasts called to him as you sat in Yoongi’s lap with his dick plugging your pussy. Seokjin bit his bottom lip and nodded his head after he decided where he wanted you.

“On the bed, sweet girl.” 

You took a breath and Yoongi offered you support as you carefully lifted yourself from his lap. A full body shiver wracked your form as Yoongi’s length slipped from between your folds and skimmed the skin of your inner thigh. You tried to tighten your walls to hold onto Yoongi’s cum. You knew that any spillage would result in five smacks to your ass and a pouty Yoongi. Yoongi patted your backside as your feet touched the floor and he pressed a sweet kiss to the small of your back.

“Easy, darling. Don’t want to waste any.”

Seokjin watched, unblinking as you took small steps towards the bed. Your thighs rubbed together as you forced your body to keep Yoongi’s release inside and he licked his lip. 

“On your back and bend your knees.”

You crawled onto the bed, your body shaking as you situated yourself in the middle. You bit your tongue, your legs trembling as the mattress dipped from Seokjin’s weight. Fingers caressed your calves, tickled the back of your knees and left behind goosebumps in their wake as they trailed up, up, up your thighs. Seokjin stared down at you from the side, his chest was flushed, the tips of his ears red as he devoured your naked form. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Seokjin’s order was soft yet firm as he tapped your left knee lightly. Inhaling, you parted your legs and heat crept up your neck and hugged your face. Your muscles were tensed and Seokjin grinned as he waved a textured purple silicone plug in the air. “We won’t waste a single drop, right?” Seokjin teased as he reached down and pressed the tip of the plug against your clenched lips. “Easy, baby.”

The pressure was slight and you moaned as the grooves of the plug slid against your walls. You felt the stretch as the plug laid inside you, the fullness from Yoongi’s cum, still warm and heavy in your womb. Seokjin leant over you and pressed a ghost of a kiss to your lips, his teeth nipped at your jaw and he traveled lower and lower until the peaks of your pebbled nipples were eye level. His hands were warm as he cupped both your breasts and he let out a hum of approval as your breast spilled out from his large hands. He pinched your nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sharp sting made your back arch as you gasped. 

Seokjin watched in awe as your face broke out in sweat from the pleasure-pain. He loved it when you lost yourself to him. Again and again he pinched and rolled your nipples, often he leant down and laved his tongue along the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around the puckered skin. Your voice was breathless, airy gasps and wordless pleas for more.

“Use your words, sweet girl.” 

You whined at Seokjin’s words, you wanted him and you knew he understood that. Determined to prove your point without words, you opened your mouth wide, stuck your tongue out lewdly and grabbed Seokjin’s right wrist, pulling his hand to your throat while your other hand squeezed your breast roughly.

“Such a needy girl you are,” Seokjin cooed as he applied pressure to your throat. His thumb dug into the muscle at your throat and the air that flooded your lungs started to lessen bit by bit. “You never cease to amaze me.” Seokjin’s words were sincere and tears burned in your eyes. He laughed at your reaction and leaned in close, the warmth of his dick burned against the side of your stomach while his brown eyes pierced yours. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, deep and hard,” Seokjin tightened his hold around your throat as he spoke and you moaned, “So, close that pretty little mouth and take this dick.” He moved between your legs and slid his free hand down to your hip. He looked at the plug and his dick twitched against his stomach. Sliding his hand down lower, his fingers brushed your clit and you jumped from the sudden touch. Again, Seokjin chuckled and his hand moved lower; past the plug to your slick ass. The wetness from Yoongi’s spit and your combined arousal was sticky, making it easy for Seokjin as he pressed two fingers into your ass. You clenched around his fingers, a moan caught under the pressure of his hand around your throat. 

Seokjin kept his eyes on your face as he stretched you, the urge to just dive right in was hard to ignore but Seokjin took his time. He made sure to press against your walls, curl and spread his fingers wide to loosen you even more than Yoongi already had. The hand around your throat loosened and Seokjin spit in his palm. He grunted as he wrapped his hand around his length and stroked it a few times, shuffling upward on his knees to get closer to your ass. The blunt tip of his dick pressed against the small gaping hole and you both moaned as Seokjin bottomed out in one thrust. 

“Legs up, sweet girl.” 

Seokjin moved his arm to catch the back of your legs in the crook of his elbows, your thighs pressed against each other, and he threw his head back in ecstasy as the softness of your body rippled with each jerk of his hips. 

“Fuck!”

A breathy moan caught your attention for a moment. Your head rolled to the side and Yoongi sat on the bed stroking himself in time with Seokjin’s thrusts. His eyes were glazed over, darkened with lust as he leered at your bouncing breasts. You pouted at Yoongi and reached out for him. You wanted him. Needed him to touch you wherever Seokjin couldn’t. As your hand waved in his line of sight, Yoongi snapped out of the trance your body put him in and he licked his bitten lips. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling.” Yoongi’s praise wasn’t needed but it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine nonetheless. As he fully crawled onto the bed, Yoongi carefully reached out and placed his hand on your stomach. His rough fingers traced the uneven and discolored marks on your sides and around your navel. Again, tears fought to leak from your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly. Not quick enough because Yoongi’s lips were on your skin, kissing wet, open mouth trails along your stretch marks. 

Seokjin pinched your thigh and you yelped from the sudden pain. He watched you over Yoongi’s body and narrowed his eyes, his hips stilling before he pulled out all together. You whined and Seokjin pinched you once more. He moved from between your legs and joined Yoongi on the opposite side of your body. His hands and lips followed the same marks as Yoongi and your heart beated widely in your chest.

Lovely. Beautiful. Perfect. Ours. All. Ours.

The combined warmth from their hands, the soft tickles from their fingertips, the whispered words of praise and love. It was all too much and your body trembled as you cried silently. Yoongi’s tongue flicked at your navel as he massaged the soft skin, pressing as lightly as possible, like a cat kneading a blanket. Possessive and sweet. Seokjin kissed his way up your body, his tongue peaking out once in a while to sample the stretch marks on your breasts and shoulders. As he kissed the tender flesh of your throat, you held your breath as he skimmed his nose up the length of your jaw to your ear. 

“I’m gonna put a baby in you…if Yoongi hasn’t already.” 

You whined at the words and any retort died on Seokjin’s tongue as he crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was messy, needy, and filled with so much raw desire, you felt your heart grow twice over in size from the love. Seokjin scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed the pack of wipes that are stashed in the nightstand. Wordlessly he cleaned himself and tossed the used wipe onto the nightstand. 

He turned back to you and Yoongi shifted to give Seokjin room, but kept his hands on your body, touching every inch of you. As Seokjin settled back between your legs, Yoongi easily pulled the plug from between your legs and Seokjin pressed forward, replacing the plug. He was wider and a breathy shutter left your lips. Yoongi smirked as he held the plug up to your face. You could see the creamy white fluid and Yoongi tapped the tip to your lips.

Parting your lips, you licked at the tip, not once breaking eye contact with Yoongi as you sucked his and your cum off the plug. The smile on Yoongi’s face grew larger as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Seokjin started to grind into you. Your body felt like it was going to explode. The attention and care was needed; acted like small invisible stitches that held your body together when the world and your mind were not kind.

“Look at you, darling,” Yoongi whispered as he nose brushed against yours. “So fucking perfect for us…gonna give Hyung a baby? Get nice and round with our babies?” Yoongi teased as he stroked the softness of your stomach. He nuzzled his nose into your jaw and kissed your ear, “Can’t wait to cook for you. Have you seated on Hyung’s cock while I feed you and our baby…never wanting for anything.” 

Yoongi groaned, his member starting to hurt from how worked up his own imagination got him. Taking pity, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his length to which Yoongi shook his head as he bit his lip.

“C-Can I…” 

Yoongi’s chest and neck flushed as he shifted on the bed. He motioned to your breasts and you smiled as his face burned. You understood the question and nodded your head, moving your braids from underneath your shoulders to be on the safe side. Yoongi started to straddle your chest and you stopped him. He raised an eyebrow and stared at you silently.

“You wanna eat his ass, sweet girl?” Seokjin’s voice was rough as he moaned through his words and Yoongi’s eyes widened. He smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Whatever you want, darling.”

This time when Yoongi straddled your chest, you didn’t stop him as he sat with his back facing you. You had a clear view of his ass and it was cute. Always had been. Yoongi grabbed your breasts in his hands and jumped as you placed your hands on his hips. 

Looking over his shoulder, he stared down at you, “Are you-”

You squeezed his perky butt and Yoongi moaned softly. Nodding his head, Yoongi raised himself up a little on his thighs to give you better access to his ass. You cupped the globs of flesh and licked your lips. It wasn’t often that Yoongi offered himself up and you were going to make it worthwhile. Wetting your lips, you circled his rim with the tip of your tongue, lapping at sensitive muscle as it clenched around nothing. 

As Yoongi whimpered in need, you let spit collect in your mouth, rolled your tongue around and shoved two fingers into your mouth. Yoongi’s head dropped down to his chest and he spit on his dick once before he started to rock his hip back and forth. The delicate skin of your breasts, smooth and warm, made him shiver and he groaned low in his throat at the feeling of the two wet fingers that pressed against his spit slick entrance. 

“The fucking sounds you make…damn,” Seokjin panted as he snapped his hips harder against you. You choked on your spit as an orgasm rushed through you and Seokjin growled as he fucked you through it. Breathing through the pleasure as your body shook, you pressed your fingers past Yoongi’s entrance and he moaned your name loudly. His hips picked up speed as he humped against your breast and you tilted your head upward, sticking out your tongue to lick at Yoongi’s perineum. 

Crooking your finger, you felt just what you were looking and Yoongi gasped, his whole body locking up as the pleasure washed over him in waves. His hips stuttered and he whined as you continued to abuse his prostate with expert fingers. Seokjin reached out and grabbed a fist full of Yoongi’s dark hair, pulling him forward as their lips crashed together. Their moans were muffled and wet, swallowed and spit back out into each other’s mouths. Seokjin’s stomach started to clench as your walls choked his cock tighter than before. He knew another release was coming and grunted as he bit Yoongi’s lower lip.

“Shit!”

“Fuuuuuck! Ah, yeeeesss!” 

Seokjin and Yoongi moaned, coming at the same time as each other. You slowed your fingers, not waiting to hurt Yoongi as you worked him through his release while Seokjin licked his fingers and started to rub your clit while his hips worked lazily. 

“Come for me, sweet girl.” Seokjin hissed as your walls squeezed him again and again. He knew you were close and Yoongi bent down to help. He pushed Seokjin’s fingers out of the way and wrapped his lips around your puffy clit. Screaming, your body jackknifed into a hard arch as you came with a few hard sucks.

“Jesus!” Seokjin moaned as his cock was forced out of your from the power of the orgasm. Yoongi scooted down your chest, keeping his weight off you to get better access to your leaking pussy.

“No! Noooo! T-Too much!” you cried, tears streaming down your face and Yoongi giggled.

“Safeword?” Seokjin gave Yoongi a stern glare while he panted to catch his breath and you shook your head. Seokjin smirked and Yoongi giggled again as he licked at your pussy all the more. You tried to close your legs, but Seokjin held them wide open. You whined feeling yourself fall right into another orgasm without any warning. 

The pressure in your stomach was heavy, it felt like you had to pee, and before you knew it, a gush of clear liquid rushed out. Seokjin and Yoongi both shouted in surprise as Yoongi’s face got hit and Seokjin stared with wide eyes. Panting, you tried to close your trembling legs and Seokjin grinned wickedly. 

He moved from between your legs and started to massage your sore muscles. Yoongi wiped his face with the back of his hand and Seokjin laughed while you hid your face in the blankets.

“That was so fucking hot,” Seokjin kissed your hip as Yoongi got off you silently. Looking around, Yoongi grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped his face off better.

“Fuck, I wish we recorded that,” Yoongi pouted and you tried to kick at him, but Seokjin held your ankle. Shaking his head, Yoongi used the shirt to wipe his cum from off your stomach and pressed a kiss to Seokjin’s lips before he threw the shirt onto the floor. Yoongi flopped down on the bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you, darling.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Seokjin shimmed his way up the bed and pressed his lips to yours, “I want the two of you in the tub while I strip the sheets… Might have to invest in a mattress cover.”

“Shut up!” you whined as you slapped Seokjin's chest which made him and Yoongi both laugh.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin joked with a peck to your temple before he rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. 

#seokjin fic #seokjin smut #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoonjin x black reader #seokjin x plus size reader #yoongi x plus size reader #yoongi x seokjin #bts ambw #look at you #soc yoongi #soc seokjin

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hi!!! do you have any jikook fics based off ‘The Outsiders’? if not, any kind of general ‘one is a greaser the other is a spoiled brat’ kind of thing? smut would be a bonus too 👉👈. thank you 😊

Hey there! I do :)

Paint A Sunset (Always Gold) by Denis

Rating: T

Status: Complete

Word count: 5,137

Summary: Taehyung stood, crossing his arms defensively even though his face was still messy with tears. "He was drowning Jungkook. I--Jungkook would have died if I didn't--"

Slowly, Yoongi nodded. "You two need to cut out now. There's this abandoned church few miles outta town. I'll clean up--" He gestured to the park. "--All of this. You just head there." He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and Jungkook's mouth went dry.

"It's loaded," Yoongi said, gently placing the gun in Jungkook's hands. "Don't use it unless you absolutely have to. Okay? I'll visit in a day or two, as soon as I can. Now go."

So they did. With a gun in his school bag and only a vague destination, Jungkook ran.

(HYYH meets The Outsiders)

Life is a Gas, and a Drag by tkymoon

Rating: Not rated

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 2,077

Summary: Ah, yes, 1960s.

The air smells of milkshakes, fries, and racism (of course). Kennedy, in all his glory, will be assassinated in Texas and LBJ will go on to rebrand his New Frontier into the Great Society.

The Beatles were all the rage, but couldn’t perform live because all anyone could hear was screaming from the fans. Elvis had been drafted in ‘58, but was still popular and missed.

In pop culture, of course, there seemed to be a stark divide between teenagers, the popular and the unpopular. The Wanteds and Unwanteds. The straight-laced, clean-cut boys and the rock-and-roll loving, motorcycle riding rebels.

Despite popular opinion, however, the “Greasers” and “Socs” didn’t hate each other. In fact, some were dating each other and were friends. They’d moved past the idea that they couldn’t get along.

Unless it was Park Jimin. But, he just hated Jeon Jungkook— and no one knew why.

#ask #jikook #jimin #jungkook #historical setting #angst #Rating: T #Rating: Not rated

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by chaoticism

It wasn’t until Yoongi started to button his shirt back up that Taehyung made an attempt to look him in the eyes, realizing that he hadn’t asked the most important question there was:

    “What’s the job?”

  The ravenhead froze and Taehyung tensed. This wasn’t going to be good and they both knew it.

  “We’re breaking into the Ice Court.”

  Taehyung stood there, staring at Min Yoongi and wondered how someone so methodical, and logical, and quick-witted, and realistic could be such a fucking idiot. The Ice Court, he huffed as the thought entered his mind. The impenetrable and armored Ice Court. Yoongi wanted a boat load of criminals to break into a prison willingly with their odds leaning much more towards them getting caught than anything else.

    or the soc au that no one asked for

Words: 6378, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Original Characters, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Son Seungwan | Wendy, Kim Jongin | Kai

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Six of Crows Fusion, Gangsters, Knives, Guns, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst, Lots of Angst, mostly angst, light fluff, Supernatural Elements, this is heavily based on soc but its also... not, Explicit Language, Implied Sexual Content, Jeon Jungkook is Whipped, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped, who's surprised, Denial of Feelings, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin Are Best Friends, Drinking, Cigarettes, Sex Club, Gambling, Sex workers, this is gonna be a long one

#ao3feed #fanfic #minjoon #nammin

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[jincherie]

That, i saw the update....how dare you??? Write sub gguk??? Are you out to attack me???💖💞❤💞💖💓💓💖❤❤💕💞💖💖💘💖💘💖💖💘❤❤💕❤💞💓💓

99020448 said: Omfg, i want to read opia, bumbleberry bercuse and tenticaldipity!!!! How dare you make me choose you Goddess💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

99020448 said: Omg....if daycare yoongi has the same feel as butterfingers......Im actually going to cry just thinking about it.

99020448 said: Ya know, since your name is jincherie, you could start tagging your asks with "Cherrie chats". Idk, i thought it would be cute.💜

FHBDJHBF WRITING SUBKOOK IS A TREASURE he’s such a baby boy icon irl i cant ??? not ??? do it ??? anyway babe I’m super glad you liked that aspect!!! I feel like sub kook might not be many people’s cup of tea but so long as the people who do enjoy it, enjoyed it, then I’m happy!!! thanks for reading robokook!!! ily!!!

and fjhbkjbhdgjh u sweetheart omg im gonna sob--- i feel you tho, part of the reason I made the poll/survey was because idk which i even want to update more myself??? i love them All 

and !!! fr!!! a cherub’s kiss (daycare yoongi) has the same energy as butterfingers did when i think about it and envision it.... we dyin on this fluff boat tonite JNFNGFH

also god your MIND???? TF??? THATS SO CUTE IM FLDNGKFJBGFDKJ  i legally have to do that now thats soc fuckufbjkg so fuckign cute oh my goddd THANK U FOR BRINGING THIS TO MY ATTENTION ILY !!!!💞❤💞💖💓

#IM WEEPIN #sorry this took a while #the other awom asks are in my drafts but i've been so exhausted fndfkjndfgkbgf #cherrie chats #my god its so CUTE #IM GONNA FJNDGJHBDGBHGB #awom #a well-oiled machine #99020448 #ask