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cherigu · 10 months

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— ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Love to Hate, Hate to Love!

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers Pairing: sub!jeongguk x softdom!reader Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: porn (with) plot, college au, alcohol consumption, reader calls jk puppy like once, hair pulling, nipple play, jk cums in his pants, dry humping, implied oral

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“Words spread like wildfire, Jimin. I’ve heard a thing or two about Jeongguk and they’re not all that good.” You stopped to pop a candy in your mouth, loving the taste of the sugary sweetness.

The soft glow of Jimin’s TV was currently the only form of lighting, doing a sufficient job of illuminating the living room. The two of you were sitting on either side of the black couch, sharing the snacks that were supposed to be for movie night. The long-forgotten Disney movie served as background noise for the gossip you were currently engaging in.

“I doubt it though, he seems like a good guy. Of course, completely disregarding that I haven’t met him.” You finished chewing and passed the box of sweets to Jimin. He took the box before starting, “What kinds of things have you heard?” You scoffed in disbelief, surprised Jimin didn’t know about what people on campus said about his friend.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Jeongguk was walking down the apartment corridor, eagerly scanning the doors for Jimin’s apartment number. With two takeout boxes on one arm, he raised the unoccupied one to knock on Jimin’s door. Just as his tattooed hand was about to come in contact with the door, he quickly pulled away at the sound of the familiar voice he identified as yours, saying his name. He couldn’t help but eavesdrop knowing the conversation was about him.

“His shy persona is bullshit. He butters girls up only to get his dick wet and throws them out the next morning. Not just that, but he’s an overall asshole. No wonder he has no friends.” You raised your hands to use air quotes, something Jeongguk couldn’t see. “That’s insane, I get the dude looks intimidating, but his exterior doesn’t reflect his personality. Jeongguk is a sweetheart!” Jimin exclaimed while shaking his head. He couldn’t believe how stupid people were.

Jeongguk was the most gentle person he’d ever met in his life. He was selfless, always putting others before him even if it meant he’d end up getting the short end of the stick. He’d comfort you while holding back tears of his own, not wanting to redirect the concern to him. He’d let you eat the leftovers he had saved for his dinner, even if he’d go to sleep hungry. Yet still people made up ways to talk down on one of the kindest people on campus.

Jeongguk’s tense body relaxed a bit after hearing Jimin defend him but the shock of your words made his blood run cold. The two of you were never really close. Despite being in the same friend group, Jeongguk was more reserved and kept to himself, not allowing you to get to know him much. He doubted his ability to even call you an acquaintance.

That still didn’t stop him from admiring you from afar. Another reason the two of you never got close was because of his undeniable crush on you. He feared that he’d mess things up and say the wrong words, considering he felt more timid than usual around you. You were pretty and the few times you had interacted with him, you were nothing but kind to him. This made his heart shrink even more, is this what you thought of him all along?

He sadly looked down at his takeout boxes as he toyed with his lip piercing, wondering if it’d be a good idea to announce his presence at this point. He figured he couldn’t let the food go to waste as he wouldn’t be able to eat both boxes, so he sucked in a breath and shyly knocked on the door.

Jimin excused himself, making his way to the door to check who it was through the peephole. He flung the door open in excitement as his favorite person stood on the other side of the walls.

“Gukkie! What’s up? Come inside” Jimin excitedly motioned his hands towards the living room, dropping them when Jeongguk didn’t seem to move an inch. “Um..I-I actually have somewhere to be… Just needed to drop off some food for you. Picked up some takeout and figured I’d get some for you as well” Jeongguk nervously handed the box to Jimin, painfully aware that he wasn’t the best liar in the world.

“My boy” Jimin gracefully accepted the box and pinched his cheek before Jeongguk playfully swatted his hand away. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit? y/n’s here, you guys can finally get to properly meet each other!”

“It’s kind of urgent hyung, I’m sorry. At least you have company so you won’t eat alone right?”

“Ah, I guess so. She’s been here a while now so she might head out soon, or not? Y/n acts like she lives here, that girl” Jimin chuckled.

Jeongguk nodded, wincing at the mention of your name.

“I’ll still make sure to get you guys to know each other next time I host at my place, probably in a week” Jimin exclaimed, already eager to introduce his two best friends to each other.

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If there was someone who was a man of his word, it had to be Jimin. Although on this rare occasion, Jeongguk wished he wasn’t. Not that he’d appreciate a liar, but at least he wouldn’t be standing uncomfortably by the snack table waiting for his friends to approach him. Somehow he felt more nervous than if he’d been at a real party. Jimin liked to throw gatherings where he’d invite his friend group, encouraging them to bring a plus one. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. This meant he’d for sure bump into you tonight. He had tried getting out of this, he did, but how could he not come when Jimin’s pout was audible through the phone when he heard Jeongguk had to take a rain check? If he had to attend, the least he could do was pray that you wouldn’t.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his arm being tugged by none other than Taehyung.

“Jeonggukkie let’s go play Do or Drink!” he giggled, already drunk and still looking forward to drinking more.

Soon enough he was brought to the living room where a circle of familiar, and unfamiliar, faces had gathered in excitement to play the drinking game. There wasn’t much space given the eagerness of the people to drink in a fun way. Taehyung felt Jeongguk’s uncertainty, so he pushed him toward the only empty spot. “Go sit with y/n!” Jeongguk snapped his head to where Taehyung had pointed, and sure enough, you were there.

Even while sitting down, Jeongguk got a perfect view of you. While he already knew this, it felt wrong to admit the undeniable. You were beautiful.

Curvy body adorned with a tight black dress, seemingly hugging you in all of the right places. Diamond necklace delicately draped over your collarbones, unintentionally garnering attention to your chest. The dress ended just above your mid-thigh, exposing the smooth skin of your legs which were crossed as you prettily sat while you waited for the game to start. The diamond anklet wrapped around your ankle matched the necklace, clearly showing you had an eye for accessories that elevated your looks.

As if it couldn’t get any better, you made eye contact with him, allowing him to get a full view of your features. Your eyes sparked like you carried the whole galaxy in them. They turned into crescent moons when you smiled at him, pretty plump lips curling up just enough to show off your pearly whites. You waved and pointed to the spot next to you, inviting him to sit.

Jeongguk was starstruck, if there was at least one person out there who was the definition of perfect, it had to be you. He quickly broke out of his trance, suddenly remembering what you had said about him a week ago. He understood now. You were beautiful, you had friends, smarts, and a social life, which explains why you thought of him the way you did. You didn’t have time to associate with people like him, hence why you only had a notion of him based on what other people said. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling a little bitter.

The game seemed to drag on forever. He hadn’t had much to drink yet with the dares being pretty tame and doable, but he was surely tipsy enough to fall into an extreme state of paranoia. His sweaty hands were red from how many times he had wiped them on the rough material of his jeans. He couldn’t help but squirm in his spot. Had you gotten closer, or was it the alcohol? He knew it wasn’t a big deal, you hadn’t made an effort to communicate with him, being too preoccupied with the game. Still, he couldn’t help but feel nervous by your threatening presence. All he wanted to do was get this night over with without having to cross paths with you after this. However, the universe had other plans as Hoseok, the designated card reader, read out the younger’s card.

“Kiss the person to your right, or take a shot”

Jeongguk’s throat suddenly went dry, unable to swallow properly. He tried his best to act normal about it, but his widened eyes communicated his panic to the rest of the circle.

“Finally this game gets somewhere!” Mina clapped.

Jeongguk turned to his right, and almost as if the two of you were in sync, you turned to look at him as well. Your eyes locked for less than two seconds before Jeongukk spoke.

If Jeongguk felt nervous just from sitting next to you before, he was surely going to throw up now.

“I’ll take the drink” He turned away to look at Namjoon who was in charge of the drinks. “Are you sure? There’s only vodka left, I know you don’t like it-” Namjoon warned while filling up the shot glass regardless.

“I don’t care”

Jeongguk quickly took the glass in his hands when Namjoon passed it, pouring the clear liquid down his throat which caused his face to scrunch into one of disgust. He winced at the taste but swallowed it nevertheless.

Your gaze never seemed to falter from his face, burning holes into the side of his skull, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him. You didn’t understand why the boy had reacted that way, not even giving you a chance to come to an agreement of at least kissing you on the cheek, as the card hadn’t exclusively said a kiss on the lips. Instead, he chose to send himself into a coughing fit all because he drank the strongest alcohol available at the party.

“The speed of his decision was almost offensive” Joy snickered.

“Don’t know where her mouth has been” Jeongguk murmured, but not silent enough for the players to ignore, especially not you. “Excuse me?” You turned your body towards him with a stern, yet confused look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoffed while crossing your arms.

“E-exactly what I said, probably sucked someone off before playing. Maybe more than o-one.” Jeongguk replied, strong words contrasting with his insecure body language. He didn’t realize the weight of his words, never being one to insult people to their faces, or at all. You could say his subconscious mind spoke for him, needing to let you know that you weren’t the only one who could talk shit about someone before fully getting to know them.

At this point, the circle of people had grown silent as you sharply stood up. The public’s eyes fixated either on you or the boy who seemed to shrink under your killer gaze.

“How about instead of speaking on matters that don’t concern you, much less know about, you just accept that you couldn’t kiss me because you’d pop a boner in front of everyone.” You picked up your bag, “Easy fuck, probably made that shit up ‘cause you wished it’d been you, huh? Those people were right about you and your act.” You spat at him, never failing to break eye contact with him. With that, you left.

You weren’t sure if you had overreacted or not, the buzz from the alcohol clouding your judgment and making you slightly more irritable than usual. Regardless of that, disrespect is something you will never stand for, especially if it’s unprovoked.

Jimin had taken off behind you, but not before scowling at Jeongguk.

“Y/n!” Jimin’s voice rang behind you. You stopped to turn to look at him, and then back at the staircase to make sure you wouldn’t fall given your alcohol-induced blurry vision.

“Look, I don’t know what your friend’s deal is, but tell him to take it up with his daddy. I literally do not know him enough to have ever done anything to him, yet he still had the nerve to not only disrespect me but humiliate me in front of my friends with some crazy accusations.”

Jimin sighed, “I don’t know what got into him tonight, he usually takes his alcohol well, it couldn’t have been that. Whatever it was though, I’m so sorry he did that.”

“You don’t have to apologize unless you’ve been running your mouth to him about my personal business that made him come to that conclusion.” You huffed, only now thinking of the possibility that the person you trusted the most with details about your sex life, was airing out your business.

“Never! You know I wouldn’t do that to you y/n. Look, I’ll talk to him, alright? I’ll make sure the boys knock some sense into him.” Jimin placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You placed your own on top of his, believing and trusting him.

“Alright”

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That was a year ago, and sure enough, Jimin had talked to Jeongguk that night. Although the younger didn’t seem to cooperate. In his words, he had said that because “it could’ve been true.” He never gave the real reason as to why he said what he said, leaving everyone in the dark concerning his unexpected behavior that day at the gathering.

Ever since then, the two of you were intolerable to one another. You avoided each other at all costs, but while technically being in the same friend group, it was impossible. You would run into each other occasionally, and it’d never end well. Curses and yells were shared, always needing the older friends to intervene and ensure no one bit the other’s head off.

As much as he hated to admit it, Jeongguk’s anger was just a façade. He never meant anything he said, down to the comment that started this whole feud. The truth is, he was more hurt than angry at what you said, but his feelings for you never seemed to dissolve. That’s what got him the most. With every insult he threw at you, his intention was not to hurt your feelings. The boy only tried to protect his heart against the power of your rage.

He knew he was at fault, but there was no use in regretting the stupid comment he made in the heat of the moment. It was done, and he was sure you’d never forgive him. That left him with no option but to reciprocate the anger and hatred you showed him anytime you saw him.

Jeongguk stepped into Yoongi’s house, entering the party he was so desperate to attend just to have an excuse to drink. He knew he was bound to bump into you at some point throughout the night, but if he was drunk enough, he wouldn’t have to care or even remember.

He had cleaned up nice, ironic considering his mind was a mess. His shoulder-length hair was nicely styled into a half ponytail, the middle part allowing the bangs to fall on either side of his face. A grey short sleeve draped over his toned body, exposing his buff arms that were so beautifully covered in tattoos. He had been keen on detailing recently, nicely tucking the front of his oversized tee into his black baggy jeans, tying it together with a belt. To add the final touch, he matched the silver buckle of his belt with a thin silver chain that wrapped around his neck

Sweaty bodies danced around him, loud music filling his ears as he made his way over to the couch. He allowed his body to fall back into the comfortable cushions, holding a red solo cup in one arm while draping the free one over his eyes and sighing. Had it been a good idea to attend knowing the two of you couldn’t be under the same roof? Was he overthinking? Maybe you didn’t come, or maybe you’d be busy somewhere else and he’d never run into you.

His thought process was interrupted by a sudden gust of a familiar, intoxicating scent. The warm vanilla aroma was enough to bring him right back to the night he was sitting next to you. He instinctively opened his eyes, and as if they had a mind of their own, they scanned the room until they found you.

You had to be kidding him.

It seems you had fun with your outfit today. The dark, belt-like, denim mini skirt fits your plump ass perfectly, not too revealing, but leaving little to the imagination. Your black, cropped tube top hung low, showing off enough cleavage to make Jeongguk’s breath hitch. Gold jewelry was scattered throughout your body, from your earrings, down to the buckle of your black strappy heels.

Your enticing scent mixed with your alluring visuals were enough to make Jeongguk’s pants tighten up around him. Flustered with his body’s reaction, he cursed the alcohol for not kicking in sooner. The image of you was now sure to plague his mind for the rest of the week.

Eager to relieve his frustration, he stood up again and made his way to the game of spin the bottle his friends were playing. If it wasn’t with you tonight, it’d be someone else. He didn’t even bother looking at who was playing, needing someone to distract him immediately.

Eyes fixated on the bottle, he waited until it was either his turn or it landed on him. But before he was given a chance to spin it for the first time, the bottle landed right in his direction.

“Hell no.”

He recognized that voice too well, down to the tone in which you had spoken. The tone you always used on him when his mere presence worked you up. He followed the direction in which the other side of the bottle pointed towards.

“C’mon y/n, rules are rules” Jihyo laughed next to you, obviously instigating the situation.

“There’s no way I’m going into that closet with him, especially not for seven minutes are you crazy? He’s gonna accuse me of blowing someone again!” You threw your hands in annoyance, ready to re-spin the bottle before Taehyung’s hand stopped your own.

“If you know it wasn’t true, why do you still bring it up” Jeongguk spoke, earning everyone’s attention. He wouldn’t go weak, not now. His plan wasn’t to convince you to go with him, but it was a common occurrence for the both of you to fight for the last word.

“He’s right y/nnie, are you gonna pussy out now?” Taehyung teased her.

“I’ll fucking kill you, all of you” You got up, walking across the circle to lift Jeongguk by his arm and drag him towards the bedroom door, pushing him inside the closet. “I’ll start the timer” Jimin giggled from the living room.

It was a small space, not suitable to hang in, but roomy enough to sit with a reasonable distance between them. “Why’d you give in?” Jeongguk raised his brow, confused at your unusual silence towards him. “Because I’m not a coward, stupid.” You rolled your eyes. Despite the closet being dark, Jeongguk was able to see you perfectly. “We don’t actually have to do anything, just sit still and be quiet for the next seven minutes, think you can do that?” You turned to him.

Jeongguk nodded slowly, not in the mood to start a fight. If this were the most “quality time” he could get from you, he’d take it. Although, there was a slight problem.

“Do you think they’ll believe we did anything? They’ll call you a cheater if we come out the way we went in.” Jeongguk paused as you turned to look at him. “Not that I’d care, just thought you might.” He stared directly in front of him and heard you sigh.

Shortly after, he heard some shuffling from your side.

“Let me give you a hickey” You deadpanned, maintaining eye contact even after his eyes went wide. You were now propped up on your knees in front of him.

“W-what?” He stuttered, taken aback by how casually you had just proposed the idea of sucking on his neck. How were you, someone who insulted him every chance you got, supposed to feel him up? Not that he was complaining, but you had to be joking.

“You’re right, they’ll get suspicious. You don’t have to say yes though, I guess” You sat back on your ass, cringing at yourself for being so straightforward.

“No, w-wait. It’s.. okay.. go.. um.. Go ahead” Jeongguk rambled, his brain already turning into mush at the thought of you being so close to him.

You perked up at the sound of his permission, rising back up to your knees and maneuvering your way to straddle his lap. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t okay with your placement. Sure, you found the boy annoying, but you couldn’t help and be captivated by the way his thick thighs flexed underneath you. The sight of his veins was more prominent with the shadows of the setting you were in. With one hand on the back of his neck, and the other flush on his chest, you felt his hard pecks through the thin shirt. He slightly gasped at the new position.

“Better access” You shrugged, flipping your hair so it wouldn’t come in between your job.

Jeongguk was stiff, awfully stiff due to the situation he was in. His hands were laid by his sides, planted on the floor as he felt your hot breath on his neck. He was okay with this, a little too okay, but his nerves were uncontrollable due to the proximity between the two of you. Without any warning, you latched your mouth onto his neck, earning a breathy moan from Jeongguk.

“Are you a virgin, or what Jeon?” You smirked.

He wasn’t, everyone knew he wasn’t. He knew his way around casual hookups and one-night stands. Only on rare occasions though, not being a usual recurrence for him because of his reserved nature. Still, he was grown and had some experience in that field. However, how could he not react to your touch? The thought of you alone was able to make him grow hot in places only he’d know about.

Your hot tongue danced across the smooth skin of his neck, wetly sucking the spot that made his body twitch, letting you know it was his sweet spot. Hungrily nipping at his skin, quiet moans spilled through the part of his lips. You continued your actions until you felt like it had been enough to create a pretty bruise. Letting go, you blew cool air on the hot skin of his neck, causing goosebumps to form everywhere.

"There we go, done!"

Just as you were about to peel your body from his, Jeongguk broke. He knew it wasn’t a part of the agreement to touch you, but his hands acted on their own as they formed a grip around your hips. He sharply pressed down, causing your skirt to ride up and inevitably connect your core to the rock-hard tent in his pants. He was now hot and bothered, feeling your teeth in his neck not being something for the weak.

You’d been too busy with his neck to realize how fucked out he’d become with the slightest touch. His lips were puffy, given how many times he had bitten down on them to prevent him from moaning. They had also grown swollen and pink, matching the flush of his cheeks due to the fluster. This only made your core ache, desperate to know what he’d look like after a night with you.

A hand reached over to his face, cupping his jaw, “Guess I was right at Jimin’s, you did wish it had been you, hm?” You teased, not quite knowing what had taken over you. The need to make a mess out of the boy who’d made your life hell for the past year had suddenly become your deepest desire.

“Please” He whispered, doe eyes pleading for more of your touch. He was now putty in your hands, wanting nothing more than your touch, mouth on his neck left him wanting more. You decided to taunt him, not quite letting him get what he wants yet.

“Please what?” You cocked your head mockingly. He groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face in your neck.

“Use your words puppy, otherwise we’re done here.” You lied, secretly hoping he’d tell you to keep going. While you had no problem leaving him high and dry, that’d make two of you. Being able to feel Jeongguk’s hard cock dangerously close to your clit made your stomach heat up in excitement. With your sanity being long gone, you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to have him inside of you. His cock would slide up and down your tight walls, making him whimper at the sensation. The veins would simulate you in a way no other, causing your walls to contract around his thick length and milk him for all he’s worth. He’d keep going even after you’d both come, fucking himself stupid only to stare at the white ring forming around his cock as it disappeared inside of your wet pussy.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the boy beneath you finally spoke up, “Kiss me, p-please” He muttered into your neck, slowly raising his eyes to meet yours. “Good boy” You whispered, praising him for his compliance.

You stared at him for a while, gaze growing dark and breath going shallow as you crashed your lips into his. You let all of the hatred and anger you had stored for him, melt into hunger and passion. His grip on your hips grew tighter as your mouths hastily connected. His heart was about to beat out of his chest, warmth coating his entire body and hunger for you growing. With your tits flush against his chest, he was almost sure you could feel the beating of his heart.

Your hands traveled up to his hair, slightly pulling on his ponytail which earned you a gasp, allowing you to slide your tongue past his lips. You explored his mouth until he stopped you by softly sucking on your tongue, being as equally into this as you were. The kiss was frantic, two people who swore they hated each other, finally realizing what they’d been missing out on.

Jeongguk swore he was on cloud nine. Feeling your lips outside of his dreams was something he could get used to, and hoped he’d have the opportunity to do so. Your lips felt so plush against his mouth, tasting sweet like cotton candy. Your tongue worked his mouth so well, making his cock throb at the thought of how it’d feel down there.

You tugged on the ends of his shirt, asking for permission to remove it. He broke the kiss in response, allowing the two of you to catch your breath while you removed his shirt.

He felt shy under your stare, suddenly feeling the need to cover up. He’d been naked in front of girls before, but being with you right now made him incredibly vulnerable. He felt like giving himself to you, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to do to him. What he didn’t know, is that you were too busy drinking him up with your eyes. Arousal gushed out of your puffy pussy, creating a wet patch in your lace panties. His strong pecks and slim waist were enough for you to clench on nothing, desperate for him to fill you up.

“So pretty, all mine for tonight, yea?” Delicate fingertips grazed his abdomen, driving him crazy and desperate for your touch.

“All yours, y-yours whenever..” He struggled with his words, still trying to get used to interacting with you in a way that was outside of arguing. Despite this, he fully meant what he said, and hoped you’d get the memo.

Wasting no time, you sloppily continued to kiss him, this time bringing your mouth down to his neck again. Wet, open-mouthed kisses coated Jeongguk’s skin, causing it to suddenly feel really sensitive. Your hand slowly trailed down his body, exploring new territory and taking advantage of the situation to feel him up wherever your heart desired. It wasn’t until you brushed one of your hands over his nipple, that he let out a particularly high-pitched whimper.

“Like that baby?” You teased, earning an eager nod and whine in response.

Using a free hand, you reached down to his length, giving it a firm squeeze before softly palming it. The heaviness felt satisfying in your hand, encouraging you to massage him while your mouth trailed lower, lips ghosting over his chest. You placed a kiss right above his brown bud, a short warning before swirling your tongue around it. Sucking on it, Jeongguk basked in the pleasure of the sight and sensation. You knew what you were doing, and that turned him on even more. It was your first time being so intimate with him, yet you seemed to know his weak spots like the back of your hand.

“F-fuck y/n, need you, pleasee” He admitted, tears brimming his eyes while he sharply bucked up his hips into yours in search of friction.

Still sucking on his bud, you removed your hand from his clothed dick, moving it up to play with his unattended nipple. Giving an experimental roll of your hips, you were satisfied with how Jeongguk reacted, slightly choking on his spit from the friction on his cock. You kept bucking forward slowly until eventually setting a pace. Grinding down on his cock, you smeared the arousal that had leaked from your panties onto his jeans, making his head fall back. His breathing became quick at the newfound sensation. The material of his jeans rubbed his cock deliciously, in addition to feeling the warmth and dampness of your sweet cunt.

“Just like that” He whined, matching your pace as your pussy repeatedly rubbed on his shaft.

“This is what you wanted the whole time wasn’t it? Just wanted me to make you cum, hm?” You pressed down your clit onto his tip, making him whimper pathetically. One of your hands traveled back to his head, tugging on his hair to make him face you.

“I- fuck”

“Answer the question” You tightened your grip.

“Yes! Wanted you y/n, so, so bad- ahhh” He tapped on your thighs trying to get you to slow down.

“ ‘m gonna cum soon if y-you don’t stop” His actions contradicted his words as he instinctively rutted his hips harder into you, chasing his high.

“You wanted this baby, now take it.” You worked your knees against the floor, pushing into Jeongguk’s cock as much as possible to help him reach his high. At some point, you pressed down onto a spot on his tip that made him cry, only motivating you to press down harder.

His lip trembled as fat tears fell from his eyes, mewling as his vision began to blur and ringing filled his ears. Your hands came up to his cheeks, wiping away at his evidence of mind-fucking pleasure. “Such a sensitive baby, cum for me Gukkie” You cooed, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten at his fucked out face.

With his high right around the corner, he feverishly bucked his hips into yours. His movements began to stutter as the coil in his stomach became undone, causing him to shoot his thick load into his pants with a loud wail. His body convulsed under yours as his orgasm made him shake uncontrollably. He chanted a string of curses with your name as you continued with your pace on his dick, loving how shamelessly vocal he was. He held onto your body tight, once again digging his head into the crook of your neck as he came down from his high, only now realizing he had cummed in his pants.

You continued your movements until his lips formed a pout and his eyes became glossy again, “No more, too much..” He mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer as your hips stopped all movement. Feeling how soft the boy had grown under you, your hands soothingly rubbed his back and let him hold you for as long as he needed. “Did so well, Gukkie, so so well” you whispered and gently kissed the crown of his head.

Once his breathing returned to normal, his head quickly shot up to come face to face with you. “Did you cum?” He questioned, eyes beginning to glitter with lust once more. “No, but it’s oka-” Your words were cut short by the sudden loss of contact, Jeongguk’s body quickly moving down to face your legs.

“Jeongguk really, it’s okay. Don’t feel like you owe me.” You reached a hand down to caress his face which was now positioned dangerously close to your aching heat.

“Don’t care, wan’ make you feel good too.” He kissed your thigh, slowly working his way up until he allowed his tongue to fall flat against your clothed core. The sweet taste of your damp panties left him craving more, wasting no time in pushing your panties aside before looking up at you for permission.

“been a good boy, right?” He whimpered, blood rushing to his cock again at the sight of the meal in front of him, as well as your pretty, desperate face.

“Mhmm, my good boy” You whispered, using the hand on his face to slightly push him towards you, not having to use too much force as Jeongguk voluntarily dipped in, immediately getting to work.

Safe to say, the timer had been long forgotten about.

A/N: I'd b lying if i said i didn't stall a wee bit to drop this loll feel free to leave feedback, I'm a new writer and always willing to do better <3

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hanamgi · 1 year

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His first time

╰┈➤ Summary: A successful tech startup lands Jungkook a pretty golden trophy and a date with the pretty girl at the bar he celebrates at

◦ Strangers/friends to lovers

◦ 15k+ words

◦ Rating: 18+

◦ Pairing: tech!Jungkook x students!/server!reader

◦ Teaser! (1K)

➤ Warnings: ┃Swearing, slut shaming (kookie parents), a lot of judgment and shade thrown at reader from parents, slight jealousy, miscommunications, soft angst, very very sad Koo :(, Overall pretty soft Koo. Panic attacks, and lots of anxiety, Koo needs a lot of reassurance and attention, he’s very sweet. Alright now the seggs: SoftDom reader, SoftDomJaykay,make out, breast play (he loves her boobs) blowjob (very nasty), inexperiencedJungkook! Riding, unprotected sex (this is fiction c’mon), teasing, edging, missionary, doggy, dirty talk LOTS OF IT. (F and m receiving oral sex), ass play(f), face sitting/riding, Jungkook adjusts pretty fast as someone who’s inexperienced, very horny couple! Public teasing, foot play, ass slapping, bites, marks. I think that is all I can remember

A/N: Hey enjoy been a while but it’s gonna be up very very soon before the end of the month

Wattpad: hanamgi

AO3: hanamgi

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Jungkook was jaw-struck when he finally saw you, he didn’t expect this certain softness to you, a sweet gentleness to your mannerisms and a sly tone blazed in the fire of your words whenever Jimin or Taehyung would manage to shamefully flirt with you.

Your honeyed complexion and long legs have him awestruck, hair clipped back- your beautiful neckline and the front of your cleavage on show. Hips wide and ass plump in the little shorts you wore. Respectfully you were fucking hot.

The only problem: Jungkook was shy and extremely fucking embarrassed whenever he was in situations like this. He couldn’t look you in the eye for longer than 3 seconds, his cheeks burned crimson red whenever you’d stare at him. Especially when you bring the cake back out with wings and beers following throughout the night. He was extremely embarrassed when his friends would talk about him, telling you about his award-winning programming.

You awed and cooed, smiling in triumph which had Jungkook red all around. Especially when you spiked a conversation with him while the others talked amongst themselves.

“What’s next tech boy, you wanna program me a new car,” you teased softly and he turned to look at you with a shy smile.

“I- I mean I could, but it’ll take long I guess and we’d need to get approval from the n-” he stuttered stopping when you chuckled mid-sentence, he frowned, looking up at you embarrassed

“You’re so cute” you winked, grabbing your notepad and moving on to the new set of customers.

“She doesn’t talk to me like that,” Yoongi chuckles, and Jungkook’s head snaps to him, breaking out of the lovesick daze you put him in.

“Why, what’d you notice?” Jungkook asked, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“She has been eyeing you all night, and ‘…’ has a thing for shy boys, I can just tell by the way she keeps coming back to tease you,” Yoongi shrugs and they all break out into laughter.

“Yeah she definitely does,” Taehyung jokes, pouting his lip in mockery. Jungkook shoots them a scowl, getting up from them to hide the blazing heat of his skin from them.

“I’m using the bathroom,” he excuses himself, covering his face with his cap.

—-

You sighed coming back to grab more cutlery from the supply station, almost an hour left until you clock out and you couldn’t wait anymore.

On your way out, an all too familiar man bun catches your attention, you don’t think when you hurry after him before he could reach the men’s bathroom.

“Jungkookie,” you use the nickname his friends have used and he gives you a dumbfounded look. Relaxing once you show him with a tender smile.

“How’d you like the cake?” You’d ask with a mischievous grin on your face, although sweet and lighthearted.

“Uh, It was really good! yeah….” he sighed and you could tell he was having trouble keeping up a conversation by the way his eyes had glanced everywhere but you.

“Don’t be shy Jungkook, I won’t bite” you tease him even further and the rosy pink heat that crept up his neck and blossomed over his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you. You thought he was adorable, very much enjoying how flustered you get this handsome big boy.

Jungkook makes eye contact with you, letting his eyes roam down your face and keeping them there out of respect so it doesn’t trail down the perfect physique you hold.

“Uhmmm yeah sure” he stammered for words but the witty remark he wanted to reply with had faltered when he saw the solemn look on your face as you observed his nervous state. God why couldn’t he just be normal and talk to you without embarrassing himself, he’d probably flush himself down the toilet after this.

“Give me your phone,” you demanded and this caught his attention, eyes snapping towards you as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. But he relents and digs his phone out of his pockets to shove it onto your palm.

“I’m giving you my number, just don’t let the other boys find out,” you type your number with a shy smile, saving your contact and handing it back.

“Text me if you want…… and we can catch some dinner?” you wink, letting the weight of your questions blog Jungkook’s mind as you disappear somewhere behind the counters.

All of a sudden his urge to pee dissipated, leaving him in his love-struck daze of you and your sly smile that adorns your face.

Oh, he’s definitely fucked.

He walks back with the stupidest grin on his face.

—-

Jungoook had his phone out, thumb hovering over your contact as he contemplated whether or not to meet up with you. He was nervous, to say the least, what if he embarrassed himself even further and you ended up never speaking to him again?

He’s a stuttering mess, a complete idiot when it comes to talking to women, especially you. Your whole aura captivates his mind, locks him in a longed daze that has him sighing out loudly whenever you so much as raise an eyebrow at him. He’s just longing for you, longing for the attention and the intimacy he lacks in his life. And you're so soft and sweet, yet you had this edge to you. This really hard edge has his mind in a furry state he could see himself preaching down on his knees for you in a submission type of daze.

He has this idea of you that he thinks people have this sweet and angel-like perception of you, but the way you had smirked and clearly enjoyed the stuttering mess he was had him grimacing. He couldn’t handle you if he tried, you were too much for him and if he was being quite frank he’d think you weren’t into him as much as he was into you. Maybe you were just playing him, it would make sense.

But he wants you, he wants to text you.

Jungkook was completely enamelled and caught up so within you that he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t chicken out from texting you first and when he finally grew the balls a few weeks later he’d never thought he’d find himself mini golfing with you on a Saturday night, sharing food and blissful conversation throughout the course of the night.

He was happy he texted you, a 10/10 decision.

#jubgkook bts bts fic btsjungkook bts reactions jungkook smut jungkook fluff jungkook angst jungkook x you jungkook is a sweetheart

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littlest-dark-age · 2 years

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Fic recs

If any of the writers on this list have issues being on it, please let me know and I will remove any and all of the respective fic asap

More coming soon

Jungkook

Like im famous by @softyoongiionly {smut, very sweet. One of my favorite jk fics}

Through trade + part two by @bangtanloverboys {fluff, still love it. Very cute}

Taehyung

Jimin

teddy bear by @cinnaminyoons {fluff, soft boy minnie doesnt wanna share + the rest of the Bangtan boys sort of immediately crushing on you is something I didn't know I needed}

Namjoon

new haircut(e) who dis by @alpacaparkaseok {fluff, cutie namjoon + puppy namjoon = him in this fic which is so adorable}

Homesick by @btsroyalwilds {fluff, a favorite joonie fic, he's very soft in it}

baby baby by @cactiijoonie {fluff, im just saying i would absolutely kill for baby daddy joon}

Hoseok

frustrated by @thebangtancloud-blog {fluff, hoseok is a bab who I wanna take care of when clouds cover up his sunshine until he feels better}

without you(I can't breathe) by @hollyhomburg {fluff with smut mention, soft domestic hoseokie is the best and I am in love with the way they write, if you couldn't tell}

Yoongi

5:16 pm & 7:44 pm by @likeastarstar {smut, tiddie obsessed yoongi is best yoongi}

you know how gloves fit each other by @sor-vette {fluff, cute drunk yoongi spilling all this gooey feelings which hungover yoongi gets shy about is wonderful}

angel by @ggukberries {fluff/smut, in love with this, very cute and very yoongi. Also rec their namjoon ver of this:) }

Seokjin

Alpha goes first by @hollyhomburg {smut, poly but Jin focused. The fic that led me to their blog and they're now one of my all time fav bts writers}

Ot7

Cuddles & cries by @minniepetals {fluff, poly but kook and minnie focused. Very cute, jk is a meanie}

Love starved by @hollyhomburg {smut and fluff, jk focus that turns poly. One of my all time favorites from them, you can feel the yearning}

baby its cold outside by @monimonimoon {platonic,fluff, ot7 fawning over you is what you need when yr sad}

home sweet castle by @kimnjss {smut, in the soop 2 au, in love with with it and the rest of their writing}

Stray kids

Bang chan

Chris likes tummies by @lotus-dly {fluff, love it. Want him to squish and rub my tummy while we watch tv now}

Channie in a skirt by @irockgyu {fluff, love soft chan and how you just want him to be happy in this}

surprising chan in his hoodie and lingerie by @cookiewrites {smut, drooled reading and thinking abt this amazing concept}

18:54 by @dreamescapeswriting {fluff, cute long distance bf chan who is just in love is the sweetest}

my universe by @thevampywolf {fluff, precious chan in this, chris showing how much of a soft boy he is and how great he is}

Minho

softdom!minho by @hyuckvanqel {smut, minho with a soft spot for you is top tier}

fill me up by @2minsgirlfriend {smut, CNC, love meanie minho, spicy and yummy}

boyfriend lee know by @mingiswow {fluff/smut, as the title says...boyfie lee know. Feels right, and very cozy. The feelingd this gave me were very homey}

Changbin

6:57 pm by @rainy-bangbeom {fluff, soft dumbie binnie who is in love and just wants to please you:,) }

inappropriate with changbin by @ballelino {smut, teasing binnie till he snaps at the gym is the hottest thing and sweaty changbin is the best changbin}

Jisung

sub!jisung hc's by @vanillaknj {smut, cute subby sungie is best sungie}

pretty puppy by @skzkink {smut, subby jisung is such a cute puppy boy who is just needy and whiney is best jisung}

Hyunjin

holding you like this by @lavenderbexlatte {fluff/smut, dilf hyunjin is the best hyunjin. Would gladly give him a football team of kids}

all yours forever by @stay-corner {fluff/smut, needy hyunjin is the cutest and he just really loves you. He can't help how lovey he is}

Felix

Lixie in skirts by @lotus-dly {fluff, super cute. Makes me think abt how pretty lixie would be in skirts:)}

a handful (or two) by @lavenderbexlatte {smut, plus size reader, very relatable in the struggle of finding clothes but Felix being loving and ordering things for you is *chefs kiss*}

crooked candle by @honeyvocalhwang {fluff, felix Fucked Up and feels so bad for it. Soft lixie who hates that he messed up as bad as he did is sweet. Bonus points for the other boys calling him out on it}

hey hey golden boy by @staysuki {fluff, the yearning and the pining are top tier. Lixie is understanding but Doesn't Like it. Very cute, needy lix is wonderful and this fic is honestly just very heartwarming}

Seungmin

listening in with seungmin by @ballelino { smut, pervy seungmin is best seungmin. Poor boy is just smitten and would probs cream his pants if you offered a 3some}

I.n

Warm? Freezing. By @fall-jeong-in-love {fluff, cute f2l with soft innie that's precious}

2:52 pm by @hwangyeonjun {fluff, cute hand holding with innie}

Ot7

Skz getting subdrop by @not-the-lesbians {smut, very sweet and cute. Sub!skz}

soft sex with skz by @hyuckvanqel {smut, softer moments with skz boys during sex is wonderful}

movie nights with skz by @cosmic-railwayxo {fluff, domestic and soft moments during movie nights in with them}

attractive things skz does in a relationship by @jptrskz {fluff, fits the boys very well and it can 100% see them doing these things}

TxT

Yeonjun

let's play forever by @wildernessuntothemselves {smut, cocky jun needs a bit of comfort, love it}

peach jam by @bangchanswolfpelt {smut, new sub yeonjun being shy bc he has never done it before hits different}

Soobin

2:54 by @tyundere {fluff, sleepy cute soobin with heart eyes}

hush by @puphee {smut, slightly condescending and teasing soob with size kink? Short circuiting}

Beomgyu

Taehyun

Hueningkai

hovering above by @hwangyeonjun {smut, hyuka with size kink make brain go brr, plus sweet hyuka}

aftercare with hyuka by @puphee {smut/fluff, switch hyuka supremacy, kai is a soft baby at times and I love him for it

Ot5

baby bunny by @sorikkung {smut, soobin is the focus of a scene with ot5, dom reader, very hot}

angel or devil by @irockgyu {smut, dom reader, binnie trying to be a good boy but can't help himself while junnie encourages it is hotter that it should be}

nonsexual dominance with txt by @wenjunsss {smut?suggestive? Love the concept and the way they explained it}

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7darkshadows · 2 years

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bts fic recs: part four

heavy smut - pwp, pure filth, one way ticket to hell lmao

romance - fluff, romcom, angst, may contain smut but mainly plot focused

poly/multi - reader x multiple members/ot7, usually contains mxm, basically everyone x everyone bc we love everybody hehe

note: reader/oc is female and uses she/her pronouns

🌹= favorite

heavy smut

New Guy 🌹

fuckboi!knj x org pres!reader (uni!au, e2l??? – TENSIONNN UGH, JOON IS SO HOT OMFG)

Reflection

sub!pjm x dom!reader (warnings: mommy kink, strap-on)

Please

sub!jjk x softdom!reader (mommy kink again hehe, whiny jk, lots of begging)

Kill to kiss you

mafia!jjk x prostitute!reader (mafia!au, warnings: guns, violence, YANDERE JK – the ending is so sick and i love it👀 why am i like this)

Satan on Strip

satan!jjk x reader

Prowl

vampire!jjk x vampire!reader

poly/multi

REC.

client!ksj x escort!reader x cameraman!jjk (softdom!ksj, switch!reader, sub!jjk, warnings: rimming (f receiving) – just really filthy ;))

romance

Love to hate (series) 🌹

CEO!jjk x CEO!reader (ceo!au, slow burn?, the e2l+fuck buddies combo✨ – the pining is honestly killing me and that's exactly why i like it, u already know it's good when it's written by shanna <3)

Puddle of Love (series)

rocker!jjk x artist!reader (f2l, slow burn, really angsty, they're both musicians)

Dead of the night (series)

demon!jjk x doc?reader (jk fell from the sky mc took care of him – im not sure if reader is a nurse or a doc im sorry lol)

Waking up in Vegas

jjk x reader (pwp with feels and it's just cute and funny – got drunk and accidentally got married in vegas)

Falling, falling, gone

campuscrush!kth x reader (uni!au, soccer team captain tae, f2l – they're both idiots and oblivious trope)

Absolute

fuckboi!jjk x tutor!reader (fuckbuddies2lovers – based on 'boyfriend' by ariana)

All the Good Girls Go to Hell 🌹

devil!jjk x reader (mc's parents are too *protective* so she rebels ;))

Nephalem

demon!jjk x angel!reader (established relationship, daughter of gabriel & son of lucifer)

Hotter Than Hell (series) 🌹

fallenlucifer!jjk x reader (e2l – the tensionnn, it's ongoing still waiting for the final chapter!!)

L'amour fou 🌹

serialkiller!jjk x psychiatrist!oc (oc named iris, thriller!au, very yandere jk – VERY WELL WRITTEN IT SHOULD BE PUBLISHED LIKEE, the whole concept is crazy and sick obviously perfect for psychothriller, got goosebumps)

Raven Unit (series)

jjk x reader (political!au, taskforce!au, jjk was assigned to protect the daughter of the president mc)

Ride or Die (ongoing drabble series) 🌹

mafia!jjk x reader ft. knj (mafia!au, exes!au angst – warning: drug usage, toxic relationship, kindaaa yandere-ish? behavior ig)

Broken Codes (ongoing series) 🌹

mafia!jjk x mafia!reader (mafia!au, e2l, one night stand – im a sucker for mafia aus especially when oc is also a baddie)

Flesh and Blood (series)🌹

zombie!jjk x reader (sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, crack lmao bff joon is hilarious – inspired by warm bodies!! i fucking love that movie)

Love Lockdown (ongoing series) 🌹

myg x reader (zombie apocalypse!au, E2L YESSS, my new fav ongoing fic)

Wasteland, baby! 🌹

myg x reader (post-apocalyptic!au, depression – angsty i actually cried i really recommend listening to the song(by hozier with the same title) while reading)

Wanderlust 🌹

writer!myg x reader (angst, fluff, strangers2lover – traveling together with yoongi and it's just very wholesome)

No choice (next to you)

fratboy!myg x reader (college!au, neighbors!au, frat party, fluff, angst bc they're both idiots – i feel like I've sinned enough that day i had to take a break from all that smutty shit💀 this cute romcom is perfect it cleansed my soul)

Shades of Wrong

slytherin!pjm x gryffindor!reader (hogwarts!au, e2l, quidditch – of course jimin is the slytherinest slytherin)

poly/multi

Getting Back into the Swing of Things (series)

ot7 x reader (FLUFF, rich ceo bts, bangtan are boyfriends, mc is joon's ex – they all fell in love yey)

drabbles/imagines/established relationship

in the soop | collection - jjk

again most of them are jungkook fics🙈

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swanlakebaby · 23 days

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hiii! i like your fics so i hope this request isn't too much, hehe~

soft dom jimin with spanking and light bondage with silk? idk. the concept seems so sweet and hot to me i guess

silky | pjm

prompt: sex with your soft-dom.

⸝⸝ pairing: softdom!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: silk, light bondage, smut, bf jimin, dom jimin, creampie, spanking, etc

⸝⸝ word count: 1.2k

⸝⸝ note: n/a

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

you watch jimin from the bed. he takes off his shirt , throwing it into the dirty laundry basket. the pillow is cold on the side of your face as you lay on your back , your head turned to face him , your legs propped up on the bed. you rest your arm on your stomach lazily , waiting for jimin to hurry up.

after a few moments , he walks over to the dresser and pulls out a set. “put this on.” he says , walking over to the night stand and pulling out a small bottle of lube and condoms. he tosses the lube onto the bed and pulls out a condom from the box , unwrapping it. you untangle the set and slowly put on the panties. you slip on the bra , not connecting it in the back just yet. you look down at yourself , noticing how thin the pale pink lace panties were.

once jimin has the condom on , he tugs on your arm , motioning for you to sit up. you do so , sitting on your knees at the edge of the bed in front of him. your back to him , he begins rubbing the sides of your arms , pulling himself closer to you. you feel his firm cock brush up against your lower back and shiver.

he brushes your hair out of the way , grabbing both ends of your bra and connecting it together. he plants a tender kiss on your shoulders , his breath soft and comforting. he bends you over and you prop yourself up on your elbows. jimin reaches down and looks under the bed before reaching forward and grabbing a small box and placing it beside you on the bed. he pulls out a silk material , extending its length before cutting off the piece with his teeth. he grabs both of your arms and wraps the silk around your wrists before pulling tightly.

you hold yourself up with the side of your face , feeling hungry for him. he bites off another piece and ensures your legs are together before wrapping your ankles in silk. “are you ready?” he says after pausing for a few seconds. you nod slowly and jimin proceeds.

he plays with the tiny black bows on the sides of your panties before gripping onto them and pulling down your panties , not fully taking them off as they dangle from your ankles. he reaches over you and grabs the lube , flipping the top open and squirting someone out onto your butt. he rubs it in , making your butt oily and slippery. he makes sure to get some on your vagina , making it easier for him to enter inside of you. he stares down at you and exhales , growing impatient. he holds onto the side of one of your hips with a firm grip. he grabs his cock and teases the entrance of your vagina with his tip. you softly whine , not wanting him to play games with you.

he chuckles softly , pushing himself inside of you slowly. he pushes against the walls of your vagina , making you feel tense and stiff. his grip on your hip gets stronger. he looks down at you and curses under his breath, “fuck…” he slowly runs his hands thru his hair , the rings on his fingers clinking together softly. he begins thrusting in and out of you , quickly making you soaked in lube.

he holds onto your lower back as he fucks you , his husky moans filling the quiet room. you shut your eyes in pleasure , enjoying the feeling of jimin’s balls slap against your clit everytime he thrusts forcefully inside of you. you feel the sticky plastic of jimin’s condom inside of you. he quickly pulls out to fix the condom before sliding back into you. he continues his pace , the bed squeaking uncontrollably.

jimin takes out his cock , only leaving in his tip before slamming back into you. he does this a few more times before you jolt forward , an instant reaction to him going too deep. “are you okay?” jimin asks in a low voice , letting his cock hang. you nod. he grabs his cock and puts it in between your butt cheeks , resting for a second. you look back at him , scooting back closer to him before attempting to grab his cock while tied up. he doesn’t move , watching you. you grab onto his cock and begin pulling off his condom.

the condom rests on your back as jimin carefully slides back into you. he lets out a low moan as the feeling of your vagina makes him harder. he grabs your butt cheeks , spreading them slightly as he fucks you. he looks down and watches as his cock easily slides in and out of you with each thrust. you stuff your face into the bed covers , your moans muffled now. “h-harder..” you attempt to moan. “harder?” he asks in a mocking tone. you nod , whining. he picks up the pace , pounding you with more force now. the panties slip from your ankles and onto the bedroom room floor. unable to hold the position , you slowly slide down onto the bed.

jimin gets on top of you , holding himself up with the palm of his hands , not slowing down. he grabs your face and lifts it up , pulling it back and staring into your eyes as he continues fucking you. he kisses your forehead , slowing down after some time. you lay there out of breath as jimin gets off from on top of you and unwraps the silk from your wrists and ankles. you sit up in front of him. he wraps your legs around his waist , grabbing the silk and reaching behind his back , tying up your ankles once again.

he ties up your wrists too and you place them around his neck. he pulls you close to him , sliding back inside of you. his chest hits yours as he fucks you. you born stare at each other , lost in your own pleasure. he holds onto your sides , stuffing his face into your neck and nibbling on it. you giggle softly , fucking him back. you see his eyes roll as you fuck yourself onto him.

“i-im close!” you moan out of breath. he smirks , only pulling you closer. you abruptly stop as you begin to orgasm on his cock. at this same moment , he grabs his cock and explodes his cum onto your stomach. you take your arms from around his neck and lay down , attempting to catch your breath. he holds onto your legs , looking down at you. his chest going up and down rapidly as sweat trickles down his abs.

he straightens your legs and lifts them above his head , escaping your grip. you prop your legs up , your feet holding you up on the edge of the bed. jimin sniffles , rubbing his chest and stomach area , seeing as he’s covered in sweat now. he reaches over and grabs a napkin , wiping the cum off of your stomach and sitting you up. he kindly unwraps the silk from your ankles and wrists , tossing it aside and watching as it lands on the floor.

he gives you a peck on the lips and softly smiles.

written by swanlakebaby™

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jimilter · 3 years

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ain’t real cherry | p.jm. | one-shot (m)

🎧 candy by doja cat come my way by plvtinum

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. taehyung)

rating: m (18+)

summary: Not to be too sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in.

And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge, every single time.

warnings: swearing + unresolved (?) sexual tension + nude photos + vivid descriptions of curvaceous female bodies + careless objectification of said bodies by horny college students + mentions of masturbation + heavy making out + sexual situations (oral (m+f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, softdom!jimin, switch!reader, choking, manhandling, rough sex, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, overstimulation, marking) + unrequited (?) lustful (?) pining [citation needed] + fuckboy tae with a dick for brain + unintended allusions to Ryan Reynolds’ dick + mentions of blue beanbags + mentions of erect dingalings + explicit conversations featuring dingalings + i realize these are getting progressively more ridiculous so ima stop

word count: 24.2 k

note: IT’S FINALLY HERE! so this was the result of me obsessively listening to doja cat’s candy and daydreaming about jimin. i wanted to make a pwp-ish drabble out of this concept, but yet again, i kept adding backstory and it was nearing 5k words by the time things actually started to get heated up for real, so i decided to actually add more depth and plot to it, and — here we are, at more than three times the initially planned wordcount. i’ve been slaving since the beginning of june. why am i like this??? 😩😭

it’s really more than 15k words of pure filth, proceed with caution!

a few honorable mentions in the form of @getmemyfries who constantly helped me push through and finish this up. ily bby. 🥺💕 @ressjeon @sugasbabiie & @jamaisjoons for helping me out in the BS server when i was stuck! i appreciate y’all loadsss! 🥰❤

annnywayyy, hope y’all like this one, while i go work on the jk birthday fic before going back to the youth series. much love~ 🥺💜

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Late at night, do the things to him, mean that guy who Need someone who's sweet enough, who'll shoot to make that high note~

Park Jimin was having a surprisingly nice Wednesday. And you were the reason why.

The fact was surprising, because Wednesdays were one of the three days that housed the most despicable compulsory classes he'd ever sat in his life, Cognitive Psychology 101. He honestly still didn't get why he, a finance major, was forced through this torture – what was up with this university and its combinations, he didn't know. But since he had to endure it, he braved the class with a grimace and slumping on the very last row of seats in the lecture hall with Taehyung.

“You look happy today,” the guy in question mumbled around the lollipop in his mouth.

Jimin gave him a small grin, shrugging. “I just have these positive vibes going around my head this morning.”

Your words from this morning, aka, said positive vibes, still echoed in his head.

There’s this… guy I’ve kinda been thinking about. I’m, like, ready to put out if he’d take it, but I feel like I might be out of his league…

Jimin had wanted to hold you by your shoulders and tell you that no guy in the world—least of all on this campus—could ever be out of your league when you were Aphrodite, Persephone and Hera all rolled into one sexy as fuck human body. But he had refrained, only scoffing in disbelief and asking you to shoot your shot like the confident goddess you were—okay, he might not have refrained that well—while secretly hoping you’d jump him at the end of his encouraging speech.

And even though that didn’t happen, Jimin still wasn’t completely hopeless.

“Vibe—what now? Positive? Head?” Taehyung looked at him in confusion, basic human language seemingly too complicated for him due to all the sex related jargon that filled his brain at all times. He suddenly leered, proving Jimin right. “Oh, wait! Is that a euphemism for morning head?”

Jimin choked on his next inhale, violently coughing as he shook his head, partially to negate what Taehyung said but partially to get rid of the sudden mental image of you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his—

Sweet mother of Jesus!

Taehyung simply shrugged at Jimin’s tiny meltdown and went back to his phone. He was simple like that, and Jimin kinda preferred it that way. Mostly.

Taehyung, much like Jimin, wasn't too fond of these classes. He had seemed like a chill person to Jimin when the dark haired guy first sat next to him, easy to get along with and talk to in order to pass time in class. But as three weeks had gone by and Jimin had had occasional hangouts with the guy outside of class, he had realised that Taehyung wasn't much fond of anything to do with education, in general. He was a performing arts student majoring in music and unnecessarily dipping his head in a couple of culture related subjects, when all he seemed to care about was working his vocal chords, grades be damned.

That, along with the fact that Taehyung was a notorious fuckboy. If he wasn't lewdly ogling someone in class, he was sexting someone. Or looking at nudes. Or sifting through his contact list full of girls to look for someone to spend the night with.

Multiple times through the span of the weeks they’d sat together, he had encouraged Jimin to join in with him in one of the aforementioned activities to pass time in class. But Jimin had refused the offer. And not because he was a saint himself, not in the least. Jimin had had a filling and frivolous sexual life through high school and upped his game with trying new things through his freshman year in college — trying out every sex position possible, getting in bed with multiple partners at the same time, hooking up in the oddest of places, having sex with two brothers one after another, to name a couple stunts.

But ever since his second year in college started and his previous roommate graduated and moved out to make space for you, things had started to change for Jimin.

You had entered his life as a temporary roommate, claiming plans of only lodging with him for a few weeks until you found yourself a sorority that would take you in. But a few weeks had changed into a few months, and then a few semesters — and now you’d been living with him for over a year, with your sorority plans tossed in a dumpster when you failed an exam and lost the eligibility.

Somewhere in between, Jimin had developed the most gigantic crush of his life on you.

And, yes, it was the biggest cliche trope in the world to crush on your roommate, but he couldn’t help it, okay? You were sexy, gorgeous, witty, really caring when you needed to be, sexy, at the top of each one of your classes, made the best fried rice he had ever tasted and could hold your liquor almost better than Jimin could. Did he mention you were also impossibly sexy? Because you really really were. He’d never been one to objectify women, but damn did he want you to suffocate him with those thighs of yours. So with all of that, how could he not be completely infatuated with you?

Hence, he really was. And slowly but surely, his sleeping around had stopped as a result of said infatuation. He had found himself quickly turning into a pervert and an asshole of a huge degree when he noticed he had started to prefer fucking girls from behind so that he didn’t see their faces, and, well…could imagine yours in its place. He’d forgone getting it on with guys as a whole, because he couldn’t pretend with them. So yeah, he had decided he was better off jerking off in the confines of his room with your thoughts in his head. Better just a pervert than a perv and an asshole, right?

You, though, were none the wiser about his developed feelings and still went around hooking up with and dating guys. Jimin didn’t really mind – he wasn’t in love with you by any means – until you didn’t bring back guys to your apartment, which you thankfully never did. It definitely hurt a bit, yeah, but it was his own fault for not telling you how he felt. Maybe you’d go easier on him and not loudly reiterate details of your sexual encounters and bad first dates to him over your shared meals. Maybe you’d confess to reciprocated attraction and actually fuck him. But, at the same time, maybe you would find it to be a breach of your trust on him and decide to move out and cut all ties with him forever. And therein was the reason why he hadn’t told you.

Something had been different as of late, though.

You hadn’t slept with a single guy since the start of this term, and the last date you’d been on had been before the summers. At least from what you told him. But then, why would you lie when your usual breakfast conversation with Jimin consisted of descriptions of what some random one night stand from months ago had done with his tongue and how you hadn’t yet found someone who came close to replicating that?

Jimin had desperately wanted to volunteer himself, on an embarrassingly large number of occasions, but he had held back. At the end of the day, you were also one of the closest friends he had and he really didn’t wanna lose you because of sex.

Now, though, he was getting ideas.

Was there a reason why you hadn’t been on a date in months and had refrained from sleeping around?

That, when put together with your conversation from this morning, was making Jimin think things.

Now, of course, you could be talking about literally anybody in the world because you’d given him no specifics. Hell, you could be talking about Ryan Reynolds, and he wouldn’t know! You hadn’t even specified if you even knew this guy personally, least of all if you were friends, or something.

But Jimin was still brimming with hope, because there was still a chance you could have been talking about him.

Jimin sighed to himself at the wishful thought.

The professor had started to drone about something to do with language ability and when the word “psycholinguistics” came up, Jimin decided it was time to tap out.

Taehyung sat manspreading next to him, intently focussed on his phone, not even trying to be subtle about not focussing on the class as he leant over the device. Jimin started a game of PAC-MAN on his laptop with an admirable straight face. His eyes met the professor’s by accident, though, but instead of freezing up and giving himself away, he gave the man a short nod with furrowed brows. His professor looked away after a satisfactory hum, and Jimin immediately moved to position his laptop between himself and the man’s line of sight properly, this time.

His own acting skills sometimes astounded him to the point where he thought of switching courses to Taehyung's bachelor’s.

He snorted at his thought, and caught said man's attention.

"What's so funny?" Taehyung asked with an amused grin, eyes still trained on his phone screen.

Jimin had just opened his mouth to respond when he saw Taehyung's grin change flavors. It became lecherous, all of a sudden, and when he licked his lips, Jimin averted his gaze with a grimace, mildly disturbed.

Was Taehyung sexting someone, right now? Jimin hoped the guy wouldn’t pop a boner in the middle of the class for the sake of his own eyes. Shuddering in revulsion at the thought, Jimin looked back at his computer.

“Gosh, those hips,” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, and Jimin froze.

So he was looking at nudes, then.

Rolling his eyes, Jimin had just started a new game when Taehyung tugged at his sleeve. “Look at this, Park, ugh, she’s so hot,” he mumbled, producing his phone before Jimin.

Jimin screwed his eyes shut, bringing his hand up to shield them, just to be safer. “Kim! Don’t show it to me! Someone sent it to you in confidence, don’t go around asking others to look!” he scolded Taehyung in a harsh whisper.

Taehyung clicked his tongue, moaning as if he was in actual pain. “Gosh, Jimin, I’d print these out and paste them on the walls of my bedroom if I could!”

Even though Jimin had detached himself from Taehyung’s grasp, his curiosity had peaked. But he still stared into his computer with a straight face, until the next set of words left Taehyung’s mouth.

“I’m seriously considering forwarding this to every single group chat I’m a part of so that people can tell me I’m not insane for wanting to lick my phone’s screen, man,” Taehyung nearly whined.

“Kim!” Jimin’s hand flew to grab Taehyung’s phone in alarm, and he snatched it away before the other guy could blink. “What the hell is going on with you today? Fucking around is one thing but compromising a girl’s trust and privacy is something else! Stop talking about spreading the pictures around!”

After his little tirade was done with, Taehyung rightfully looked somewhat chastised. But then he pushed his lower lip out in a pout. “It’s not even pictures, it’s just a picture. Only one. And that has me going insane.” He suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, and Jimin leant away, warily. “Imagine what it would be like to dig my hands into those shapely hips, that plump as fuck ass, God's above—oh! I’ll probably bite into the meat of her—”

“Yeah, okay, that’s enough erotica from you!” Jimin interrupted him, entire face scrunched up in a scowl as he rested Taehyung’s phone on the other side of his own laptop. He still didn't trust the guy to not shred someone’s privacy to pieces in his haze of lust. “Don't drool so hard, dude, come on. It’s 2021, she probably photoshopped some bits.”

Taehyung shook his head, eyes looking a bit blown out. “Trust me on this, Park, I can tell the difference between fake and real. And those stretch marks wrapping up delicately like a fucking vine around her hips? They’re as real as they come.”

Jimin swallowed, fighting against the visual of your thighs and the threading stripes of olive that ran along the sides of your knees. “I still think you’re overreacting a bit.”

Taehyung looked offended at that. “Well, you’re saying that because you haven’t seen it! Just — just take a goddamned look, Park, it’s right there and the screen isn’t even locked.”

Jimin inhaled through his mouth. “No. It’s wrong, and—”

“Jesus Christ, her face isn’t even in it!”

That gave Jimin a pause. His eyes darted to the device, and just as he’d registered the silhouette of a curvy, olive torso, he snapped his head back. “It's still immoral!”

“For the love of—fine, gimme my phone, I’ll text her and ask if it’s okay for you to see it, alright?” Taehyung hissed in his face, brows lowered in irritation. “Stop acting like a fucking priest, and look at the damn photo, Park!”

And before Jimin could react, Taehyung’s long-ass arms with his long-ass fingers had ripped the device off Jimin’s desk and shoved it in his face.

Jimin sucked in a breath. He had been having a surprisingly nice Wednesday, and his pessimistic ass was basically waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop. Maybe this would be it, this immoral leering—

“Holy fuck, those hips!” he exclaimed, wide eyes drinking up the female torso on the screen.

It was a picture taken in a mirror, with the girl standing facing to the side. It began right at the fullness of her breasts, capturing the taut peaks of her dark nipples and golden stretch lines near the lower curves of her full breasts. Her stomach was tight but had a soft curve below her navel, which then tapered into a shaved triangle of soft skin that disappeared into the juncture of her meaty thighs that she’d strategically crossed to hide her pussy from sight. But the main attention grabbing attraction were the wide, sloping, round hips that her trim waist tapered into. She had an hourglass figure, with the juiciest curve connecting her waist to her legs.

Jimin breathed out. It was a really artfully clicked picture, alluring to the point where Jimin felt his mouth water just staring at it.

“Do you get it now?” Taehyung sounded to be in pain, and Jimin could understand.

Yep, he got it now.

“It’s the first picture she’s sent that’s why she’s hidden the cooch, but honestly? I don’t even miss it right now,” Taehyung mumbled, now looking at the picture himself.

Jimin secretly agreed, not even needing to look at the picture to confirm anymore, now that he had it seared in his brain.

Out of nowhere, an image of you lounging on the sofa in an oversized shirt and little else as you watched the TV entered his thoughts.

He groaned at the mental image of your thighs and groaned further when his brain automatically pictured them wrapped around his waist as he drove into—

No!

Nobody’s driving nothing nowhere.

His eyes widened in panic when he felt his jeans tightening.

No. Nope. Think ugly thoughts! Think psychology – think fucking psycholinguistics! Think gross men! Taehyung! The psych professor! Taehyung's tongue! Taehyung's tongue on the psych professor's face!

Sufficiently calmed down, Jimin breathed easier when he felt himself wilt.

He bit down on his bottom lip, exhaling harshly in frustration. As if lusting on one temptress wasn't too fucking much to handle for his brain, now he had two.

And to think his Wednesday had been going good!

Jimin delayed getting back to his flat as much as he could, instead choosing to spend long hours in the library with his nose buried in a Napoleon Hill he'd been planning to read for a long time.

But his mind, the betraying fucker, completely refused to decipher the literature before him. It, instead, insistently played loops of imaginary scenarios featuring a delicious pair of curvaceous hips that made Jimin’s head hurt and pants tighten. And if he somehow battled his way out of those, it immediately switched to the image of your thighs, and Jimin honestly couldn’t decide what was worse.

He was embarrassed by it all, hating how he seemed to be unable to control all the horny thoughts in his mind like a thirteen year old who’d seen porn for the first time. He’d had his share of hot women—and men—in his bed, he should have been good at controlling himself from physically reacting to the thoughts of a sexy body. And he really had been, in the past. He couldn’t understand what the catch was, this time.

Maybe your words from this morning had caused more short circuits in his head than he had knowledge of.

In any case, he desperately didn't wanna face you when he was having such a hard time controlling himself. He had even considered going home with one of the girls on Taehyung’s list of potential booty calls to take the edge off. But the memories of the last few one night stands he’d had left him scarred. He did not wanna fuck another girl from behind and climax to the image of your face painted behind his eyelids.

He left the library at eight when it closed, avoiding the librarian’s shocked but curious gaze when she had to escort him out. He understood her completely, though. This was the first ever time he’d actually sat in this particular building on the campus in his more than two years of college, let alone stay till closing like a nerdy bookworm.

He trudged his way to the train station on heavy legs as he left the campus, earphones plugged in and some rap playlist playing some Eminem song to drown out the erotic images in his head.

The ride to his apartment was a really short one, and within fifteen minutes of leaving the library, he was climbing up the stairs to his first floor flat.

He switched off the distractingly good music as he unlocked the door. He was pleasantly surprised to find out his distraction had worked, when the sight of your side profile as you sat huddled up on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts with your hair in a bun atop your head didn’t cause any stirrings in his pants.

“Hey!” he greeted you, shutting and locking the door behind him as he moved to hang up his keys on his designated hook next to the door.

“You were out till late,” you mumbled, sulky face giving him a once over before you went back to stare at the TV.

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. You could not be wearing this expression because he was late, could you?

He dared not hope.

Toeing off his shoes, he gave a shrug. “The weather was nice, out there. Kinda stayed and lounged around the gardens on campus,” he lied, knowing full well that you’d bombard him with a million questions if he told you he had uncharacteristically stayed at the library. “Lost track of time.”

You simply hummed in response, looking almost petulant as you crossed your arms against your chest with a pout. "I got some fried chicken on my way back, it's in the fridge," you spoke in pout. "Have some if you want."

"I will, in a while, yeah. Thanks." Jimin bit his lip to hold back an amused smile, endeared by your cuteness and welcoming the fucking change in his channel of thoughts. “What’s up with you, though, grumpy? You okay?” he asked you, walking up to his room to toss his belongings in.

“I’m not grumpy,” you called out very grumpily, and this time Jimin let a hearty laugh escape him. “Don’t lau~gh!” you whined.

Jimin quickly switched out his jeans for a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to shut his door when he knew you were seated facing the opposite side. He wouldn’t even mind if you did look, he was wearing his boxers, it won’t be that bad.

Was he…perhaps…hoping you would look?

Jimin cleared his throat to derail that train of thoughts before it could end up being a devastating trainwreck.

"Come on, what is it?" he asked again, walking towards the fridge to extract a bottle of water. "You get graded today, or something?"

You scoffed at that. "I'm above letting my grades dictate my mood, Park, you know that! Not that I have room to complain when I've never gotten anything less than perfect," you smugly said, shooting him a smirk over your shoulder.

He had to work very hard to not choke on the next sip of water he took. He quickly capped the bottle and put it back to avoid any further incidents. Why did you have to look so goddamn hot doing literally absolutely everything?

Jimin walked up to crash on the couch next to you, hooking a knee over the armrest and letting the other leg spread out towards the floor. One of his arms dangled off the back of the couch while he ran the other hand through his hair with a roll of his eyes. He purposely faced away from you.

"Sure, never – except that one time. Basically the only time it really mattered," Jimin teased, bringing up last year's fall semester.

"What?" You looked confused with a frown on your face.

Jimin chuckled. "Yeah, sure. As if you would ever forget failing that test. As if I didn't hear you lament about getting rejected from that one sorority for literal weeks."

"Oh!" you sounded genuinely surprised this time, and he chanced a curious glance.

Only to find you looking at the TV with a frown. Were you really that preoccupied? You couldn't possibly have actually forgotten, it was one of the biggest failures of your life. Or so you had said, back then.

"Yeah, but it's kinda good I got…y'know, rejected," you continued, lips morphing into a pout again and Jimin looked away. "I'm not even friends with Kira anymore, and she was why I wanted to join that srat in the first place.”

Jimin felt bummed. He was almost hoping you’d say it was good you got rejected because you found him. Like, not like that, but as friends. Because you guys were pretty good friends, and putting the sexual attraction aside—though it really was damn near impossible for him to even envision not being attracted to you—he was grateful you got rejected from that sorority because he cherished your company as a friend a lot.

You were a good listener, a fun drink buddy and, most importantly, you made some mean fried rice. It was the best he ever had, okay? It reminded him of his mother's cooking! He wasn't made of stone to not grow soft at that!

“Anyways! Grades are not the reason,” you said with an even more defined pout on your face.

Jimin gave a small hum, smiling fondly. “The reason for? Your grumpiness? So, you admit you’re being grumpy!”

You stuck your tongue out at him in response, and Jimin froze, fondness slipping from his mind as lust gripped at him.

The sight of your tiny, pink, glossy tongue nearly made his vision go blurry with the blood rush that took place in him. His sweatpants could not have been doing a good job of hiding his erection, but he could not be bothered to think past the images flooding him.

A kaleidoscope of carnality burst open in his head, every single one of the pieces featuring your tongue smoothing over a different part of his body – flicking over his nipple, licking down his neck, diving between his abs, dipping into his navel… tangling up with his own… wrapping around the tip of his—

“Jimin?”

He blinked, snapping his involuntarily gaping mouth shut with a clack. He could only imagine how starved his eyes must have looked, going by the desperate longing that seared through him. He was very nearly salivating over you, sitting one foot away from you! And he was painfully hard.

He had also, very inconveniently, not heard a word of what you just said.

Covertly lowering his leg from the handrest to loosen up some of the fabric of his sweatpants over his crotch, Jimin shook his head to physically dissipate the daze fuzzing up his head.

Fucking hell, he was way too much sexually pent up!

“Sorry, sorry, I zoned out,” he mumbled in apology, pulling his gaze off your frowning face to look at the TV. You were watching some American sitcom he knew nothing about. He focussed on a bald, skinny guy that was poking his nose and willed his arousal to calm down. “You were saying?”

“Can you please stop daydreaming when I’m in a crisis?” you grumbled.

Jimin nearly scoffed. If only it were that easy to control his head. He was nearly in a crisis, too, at this point. His eyebrows suddenly rose when it registered. “Wait, crisis? What happened?”

“Um… you remember the guy I told you about? This morning?” you sounded nervous, and his heartbeat picked up.

Oh, he remembered, alright.

Jimin’s throat bobbed with a dry click.

“Uh huh?” he managed to mumble, bracing himself.

"I think he's got a nice dick."

Jimin wasn't even drinking water, he choked on fucking air.

Your concerned voice said something, but Jimin couldn't hear you over his hacking coughs and the pulse pounding loudly in his ears.

What the fuck did you just say?

What?

WHAT?

"Jimin!"

He dry-heaved, wiping at his watering eyes when he could finally breathe easily. "I'm sorry… I was… I just…" he panted between long, drawn out breaths.

You looked concerned and confused. "Are you okay? You're being weird. Did something happen at college?"

Jimin vehemently shook his head. "I had psych today, my mind’s just in a bad space."

You pursed your lips, seemingly not believing him, but thankfully let it go.

So you thought your mystery guy had a nice dick.

Jimin's spirits fizzled away like froth. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him, because you didn't know what his dick looked like.

Well, not unless you'd been a pervert and peeked. Which he really didn't believe you had done or would ever do.

But then again, you said you "thought" the guy's dick was nice. Implying, you could very well be using your imagination and fantasizing.

You could still, hypothetically, be talking about Ryan Reynolds.

He needed more information.

He cleared his throat, this time bracing himself for any more bombshells you could possibly drop on him. He breathed through his nose and vowed to not gasp no matter what came out of your mouth in response to his question.

"So… his dick, huh?" he asked, trying to be as casual as he could be, putting a curved index finger in front of his lips as he stared at the TV. He could’ve been asking about the weather, given the casual aura he eluded. "Did you, uh, see it?"

He sensed you shrug in his periphery. "Not really. Just the outline. The bulge, if you may. And it looked so good, Jimin," you nearly moaned and he nearly became hard again.

Because—

Fuck.

You had seen a bulge.

It could very well have been his bulge.

In fact, there was a very, very high possibility that it was his bulge, given how careless he'd recently been about stripping down to his boxers where you could see him. Like, subtly, of course, but still. He left his room's door open when he changed, these days. You were in your room, and if not, sat with your back to his room and your eyes glued to the TV screen, the way you had been this evening. But you could very easily look if you tried.

You could really have seen his bulge.

And thought that it looked nice.

So much so, that you considered yourself to be in a crisis right now, just thinking about it.

His breath hitched. Was he dreaming?

A voice from the back of his mind suddenly slid to the forefront:

You could also, just as plausibly, be talking about Ryan Reynolds' dick!

Jimin swore to himself under his breath.

You really could still be talking about literally anybody because guys tended to be casual about their semis. Pair that up with tightly fitted jeans or thin clothed sweatpants, and the result would be what you saw: a dick's outline. Celebrities were sometimes photographed that way, too.

"Why're you distressed, hun?" he quizzed further, hoping you wouldn't catch the lower octave his disappointed voice had taken.

“I just…I wanna suck it. His cock."

"What the—" Jimin broke off, remembering his plans of breathing through the nose and not gasping.

"What?" you irritably threw a scowl his way. "Don't be a prude, you've heard worse from me."

Jimin nodded with a grimace. He indeed, very painfully, had. "I, uh…" He paused to clear his throat. "Why's — why's that a crisis?"

You looked at him as if he was stupid. Which he really, really was, but probably not for the reasons you thought. "Jimin! How am I supposed to ask a guy to suck his dick when I haven't even seen his dick? That'd be so slutty!"

Jimin licked his lips, his eyes zeroing in on your plump ones. Yep, he could totally picture it and it looked more than slutty — it looked obscene and depraved and filthy and sexy as fuck.

He harshly exhaled through his mouth. Why was he being tested like this? What had he ever done to deserve this torture? Did some previous jaded lover of his do some black magic on him? Or worse yet, did some previous jaded lover of his put you up to this task of teasing and torturing him to the brink of insanity?

Jimin pulled his lower lip into his mouth. "Don't judge." He let go of his lip with a pop, his voice coming out borderline raspy. His eyes wandered away from you when he figured he would probably command you to look at him with his next words. "Some guys like it slutty. Maybe your – maybe yours would be into it."

God knew Jimin was. So, so super into it.

You hummed, thoughtfully. "You don't think it'd turn him off?"

"Not in the least," Jimin murmured, gaze snapped back to yours, lips parting as he gulped a heavy breath in. You were looking away in thought. "I think it'd drive him insane."

"So, what? I just – tell him?"

"Depends," Jimin throatily responded, a complete goner now with his semi-erect cock marking a wet spot against his sweatpants, and visions of your thighs wrapped around his waist running free in his head, now that he didn't try to rein them in, anymore. "If he's someone that likes to be told, you do that. But if he's someone who likes to tell," Jimin paused, waiting for you to connect your clueless eyes with his, "you ask him."

Your lips parted and eyes widened. "You – you mean, like, seek permission? To suck his cock? What kind of a guy would ever say no to that?"

A cocky smirk ticked up Jimin's cheek. "The kind that doesn't feel you deserve it."

He saw it – the momentary glaze that cast over your eyes – it wasn't a trick of the light from the TV, your pupils had actually, really expanded.

But then you blinked and your nose wrinkled up. "You're into some kinky dom shit, aren't you, Park?"

And just like that, the trance broke and Jimin floated back to earth. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, well aware of the pink climbing up his cheeks.

He forced a roll of his eyes. "Just ask him, you little shit," he muttered, crossly. "It's just as you said, no guy would reject a proffered blowjob."

He almost hoped you would ask him.

Almost.

He kept observing you from the corner of his eye as you kept worrying your bottom lip, gaze hung on some invisible point in space. And then you started to nod, looking resolute as you raised your head to meet his eyes.

His heart stopped when you opened your mouth to speak.

“Okay. Uh, yeah, I’ll ask him. Yep, that’s—that’s a great idea. Thanks, Jimin,” you mumbled in a rush, looking somewhat out of it, probably because you were picturing asking the guy.

And just like that, Jimin sank into himself.

He gave you a brittle smile as you nodded at him. “No problem. Always happy to help,” he said, the words acerbic in his mouth.

You proceeded to get up from the couch. “Alright then, I’m off to sleep. Got a seven am class tomorrow,” you told him, but his helpless eyes were stuck to the strip of your golden skin visible above your shorts as your shirt rose – a hint of your gorgeous butterfly tattoo peeked out, taunting him.

He wanted to trace its royal blue wings with his tongue. Jimin licked his lips, gaze gliding past your plump ass to land on your thighs. He drank them up while you stretched, trying hard and failing at his attempts to not imagine his teeth digging into the softness of your skin as you writhed underneath him.

“Good night, Chim.”

At his nickname, Jimin swapped his eyes up to meet yours. You were already looking at him, but he found no annoyance or even suspicion in them. Had you not noticed him eye-fucking you? His brows furrowed a bit.

“Yeah, good night,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes to the view of your jiggling butt as you walked away.

Jimin released a deep sigh.

Even after a whole year of him making eyes at you, you were interested in sucking other dicks. Why was he even bothering anymore?

He was gonna forget all about your thighs and your ass when he looked at the most deliciously curvaceous pair of hips he’d ever seen, again, tomorrow, he promised himself. He would ogle them lewdly, drink his fill. He would replace every lustful desire he ever had for you by directing it towards someone else. He would.

But tonight, he would have to be the weaker man one last time and soothe his day-long blue balls by the aid of his fantasies of your naked body in his arms.

God, he was pathetic.

Taehyung's sexting with the Curvaceous Goddess from yesterday morning had progressed drastically. The guy could barely speak over the drool in his mouth.

"She's sent me multiple shots of those hips, man," Taehyung mumbled with a barely held back moan as Jimin made his way out of the psych class with him. "And a couple of her boobs. Gotta admit, though, I didn't pay that much attention to them. But her nipples look really biteable. Do you wanna see?”

Jimin very reluctantly shook his head. He was barely able to handle himself with the one picture he’d seen. Anymore, and he’d been walking around the college building with an erection.

Taehyung shrugged. “Your call. Hey, maybe I should ask her for some close-ups of those areolas! I gotta…" trailing off in a mumble, Taehyung started to furiously type on his phone.

Staying true to the promise he made to himself, Jimin had dutifully spent the entirety of the class staring at the woman's picture from yesterday – saving her gorgeous body's every texture, every blemish and every beauty mark to his memory. So that it'd be this body that came to his mind when he tightened his fist over himself in the middle of the night.

Not to be too sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in. Or, at least, he should have been done. He was sure as hell gonna work on it, though.

And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge.

"She says she'd send her ass when she gets back from class, today!" Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, waving the chat screen of his phone in front of Jimin's face. "Wow, dude, this girl is something else."

Jimin gave a small rise to his brows at Taehyung's lovestruck eyes. The dude literally fell in love every week, it wouldn't be a surprise if he felt he'd fallen again. Even when he hadn't seen the girl's face, yet alone actually met her in person.

"Show me, too, when you get it."

Taehyung shot him a grin. "See, that's the kind of stuff I like hearing from you, Park! We're young, we're warm blooded – the world expects us to be perverted. We're literally being disappointments by showing morals."

Jimin had to laugh at that, choosing to see the words in a humorous light instead of beginning to correct them. 'Cause where to even start? And knowing how much he did of Taehyung, the guy most definitely believed in his flawed logic, wholeheartedly.

"So, where to, next?"

Jimin hummed. "I got Econometrics in half an hour. Probably gonna crash in the cafeteria. You?"

Taehyung looked lost in thoughts, looking straight up ahead. Jimin knocked shoulders with him to grab the guy’s attention, causing Taehyung to look at him with a start. "Uh? Oh! I was actually thinking I'd pay her a visit. I've got Music Theory in three hours. Much time to spare."

Jimin's jaw dropped open. "You – you're gonna visit her? You don't even know her name, dude! Or what she looks like!"

Taehyung blinked, very slowly, before letting a smirk curl up his face. He raised an eyebrow. "And she doesn't know any of that about me, either. But… I wasn't actually talking about her, Park."

Jimin gawped. "What? But you—"

"I was talking about her," Taehyung emphasized with a finger pointing at a girl standing a few feet away from them, eyeing Taehyung with her tongue flicking her lips.

Jimin blanched. Oh fuck, this was embarrassing.

"Although," Taehyung continued because the subtle humiliation had apparently not been enough, "I do see what goes on in your head, Park. Despite your strict moral code."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "We were just talking about her, dude, come on."

"Uh huh. That is exactly why you sounded so panicked and jealous, too, right?"

This time, Jimin scoffed. "I was certainly not jealous. Or panicked. I was taken aback."

Taehyung laughed. "Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Or, stay awake at night, in this case."

Jimin was left fuming as Taehyung made his way over to the girl he’d actually been talking about. He had to admit, he did feel somewhat foolish. It wasn’t like him to zone out so badly, or not be able to catch the context of a conversation like this, or not be aware of his surroundings. He’d always been remarkably sharp at it, in fact. And if his brain hadn’t been all jumbled since last night, he still would’ve been.

With a silent curse aimed at himself, Jimin stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark pants and started walking towards the cafeteria.

If all boiled down to it, it wasn’t even his fault that he was so lost. It was yours.

Jimin grimaced when last night’s events floated up to the forefront of his brain. He really did not need a reminder to feel worse about his situation with you. For a few moments, today, he’d even wondered if it would be better for you two to stop living together. But he would never in a million years kick you out, and he himself was way too selfish to willingly leave your shared living spaces.

Stepping into the cafeteria, he beelined for the counter. Ordering himself a mocha and a puff pastry, he pulled his phone out.

Only for his brows to jump when he discovered two unread messages from you.

roomie🌸💗 anthro proff failed to show up yAY ME going back home

Jimin rolled his lower lip between his teeth. Why were you being a good friend when he wanted to avoid you? You were making everything hard in his life – figuratively and literally.

With a snort at his own joke, he sent back a string of emojis and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

In the middle of his coffee and snack, he let his mind be plagued by the images of Taehyung’s nudes girl.

Ew. He needed to refer to her with something better, because that was a huge turn off, right there.

Jimin suddenly realised that this could turn into a problem if Taehyung actually ended up pursuing something more than a one night stand with the girl. Because, after all, the girl was sending nudes to obviously pursue something with Taehyung. Jimin probably should not be worrying all that much because Taehyung wasn’t even the last guy he would picture getting into a relationship in the middle of Junior year.

But this whole switching-my-lust thing he was doing was still not very healthy, was it? No, it wasn’t.

Jimin realised that it was a borderline toxic coping mechanism. He needed closure to get over the unfortunate crush/obsession/infatuation he had on/of/with you. Replacing one obsession with another was counterproductivity at its best. But he really couldn't afford any closures, no matter what. The whole reason why he was so stuck was that he couldn’t risk your friendship with him because his hormones were out of control. Telling you to get over would defeat the whole purpose of getting over you.

So he had to make do with his next best option – making his dumb mind realise that there were other things to get turned on by than your thighs. Even if it ended up being slightly destructive. But it couldn’t really be that bad when he hadn’t even seen this girl’s face, right?

Probably not, but he didn’t care all that much.

Just as he’d gotten up to toss his empty cup and paper plate into the bin, his phone pinged with a message. Wondering—and somewhat hoping, like the pathetic idiot he was—if you were, uncharacteristically, informing him that you’d reached your flat, he quickly pulled the device out of his pocket.

By the time he unlocked it, three more successive messages had arrived in his inbox.

All of them were from Taehyung.

kim from psych ITS HEREEEE COME TO TJE PARKIMG LOT HOLY FUCKLKLKKK JIMINNNMM SJE HAS A TATTOO ASDFKKHHGDHSJ HURTY THE FUVK UP IMA START JACKIJG OFF SOOM

Jimin cursed under his breath, grabbing his backpack to rush out of the cafeteria.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he jogged down to the parking lot. He was gonna miss his class – and Econometrics was one of the important subjects – but he honestly couldn’t be bothered, right now.

He was slightly out of breath by the time he reached Taehyung.

The guy really did look like he was minutes away from unzipping his pants right there, sitting on the hood of what was probably his own car. Huffing out a small laugh, Jimin walked up to him.

“So,” Jimin said as a means of greeting. “That good, huh?”

Taehyung’s trousers were very obviously tented, and despite the grossness, Jimin couldn’t judge him. He’d nearly had a similar reaction to the girl’s hips. He could sympathize with the guy.

“Kim?” Jimin called out with a laugh, making Taehyung startledly look up from his phone with his pupils swallowing nearly the entirety of his irises. “Holy shit, don’t come in your pants, dude!”

Taehyung released a pained groan, face contorting as if he was in actual, physical pain. Going by the condition of his crotch, he might actually have been. “Park,” he nearly moaned, “she told me to video call.”

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. “Wow, dude. Congrats… I guess?”

Taehyung bit his lip, finally repositioning himself to make his erection slightly more covert. “I'm not ready, dude.”

Jimin cocked a single brow. “Evidence says you’re more than ready, Tae. Um, on that account,” he hesitantly began, almost not wanting to but knowing his inner moral compass would keep him awake through multiple nights on end if he didn’t. “You don’t have to show me the picture if things are, um, progressing between you guys. It’d be mo—”

“Don’t you fucking say morally wrong, you ass. I’m trying to fuck her, not marry her. You can even have a go after—” He suddenly cut himself off, frowning down at his crotch. “Awh, man, there goes my boner! Why’d you have to make me talk about relationships?”

JImin stifled a laugh. Taehyung was the poster child for college fuckboys, it seemed. Not that he didn’t know the fact beforehand, it was just hilarious and more than a little awakening to see him go through it, up close. “Um, sorry?”

“Just look at the fucking picture, Park!” Taehyung snarled, shoving his phone in Jimin’s unprepared hands.

Juggling a bit to catch the device before it could drop, Jimin had barely held the phone with the screen facing him, when—

He froze.

His breath halted and his heart skipped a couple of beats.

Everything around him came to an immediate, screeching stop.

He didn’t even have the time to ogle the glorious twin globes separated by a thin strip of burgundy red running down the middle, because his attention was caught by—

Holy fuck, he was so so so royally fucked, thoroughly, in every single orifice in his body.

There, in the smack dab center of the screen, right above the barely there string of the red thong running across the luscious hips he’d fallen in love with in just a day — there sat his undoing.

A bright, royal blue and black butterfly tattoo.

The butterfly tattoo he’d been peeking at for a year now.

Your butterfly tattoo.

Holy fuck.

HOLY! FUCK!

“See?” Taehyung’s whiny voice pulled him out of the despairing pool of absolute shock, blinding lust and utter agony he was spiraling into. “I can’t, man, I really can’t. If this is what her pictures do to me, oh God, the video call’s gonna kill me. And I can’t fucking wait to die a sated man!”

Taehyung’s words suddenly poured a bucket of iced water over Jimin, making him bodily jolt out of the remainder of his stupor.

The reality of the situation suddenly hit him – you’d been sending your nude pictures to Kim Taehyung. You were about to have a video chat with him. You intended to fuck him. Taehyung. Kim motherfucking Taehyung.

Oh no. Not on Jimin’s watch.

Molten jealousy filled up all his veins as he saw Taehyung getting comfortable in the backseat of his car with all the tinted glass windows. This fucker.

Uncaring how barbaric it made him out to be, Jimin decided he was not gonna let Taehyung actually see you on video before he’d at least had the chance to confront you about this whole thing. From what he knew of you and how much he understood, you weren’t the kind of girl to fall into the traps of the biggest fuckboy on our campus. There had to have been a major reason behind these actions of yours.

He had to talk to you — if not as someone who wanted to be the one to fuck you instead of Taehyung, then at least a friend and a well wisher who was worried about your well-being and emotional health.

“You can’t call her, Kim,” Jimin declared with a calm finality.

Taehyung did a double take. “Wh—did you say can’t? What? Why the fuck?”

“You just… shouldn’t. It’s not fair to her.” Jimin was really on the verge of a mental freak out.

“What the fuck, dude?” Taehyung looked irritated and more than a little indignant. “Fair to her? Who’re you, her caretaker all of a sudden? She literally asked for it!”

Jimin pursed his lips, swinging the phone out of his reach when Taehyung made to grab it. “You should tell her you showed me her pictures before you call her.”

“Dude! No, the fuck? Stop being a moral fucker! Is this girl your sister? Your girlfriend?” Taehyung looked a bit lost at Jimin’s sudden distress.

Jimin frowned. “No, none of those, but she’s—”

“Wait, so you do know her?” Taehyung looked surprised, and Jimin was surprised that he’d actually shown some use of his brain. “How’d you even recognise her? Wait! The tattoo?”

Jimin looked away, bitterly. “Yeah, the tattoo.” He exhaled, deciding to be upfront. “Look, Kim. I’ve been besotted with this girl for a really long time, okay? So—”

“So nothing, man! I didn’t come at her, okay? She was the one to approach me, and really boldly too with that nude of hers.” Taehyung suddenly narrowed his eyes. “And how can I even believe you? Maybe you’re lying because suddenly you wanna fuck her first!”

Jimin rolled his eyes, but Taehyung’s words did reach him. You really had approached Taehyung boldly. It hurt like a bitch that you were willing to fuck the campus fuckboy, actual personification of scum, but not him. Not Jimin, who cared about you enough to not try to fuck you.

What a world.

“She’s told me to be online at—oh fuck, in ten minutes! Give me my phone before I tackle you, Park!” Taehyung yelled from inside the car.

Jimin pursed his lips in thought. You had texted him about being home, hadn’t you? If he left now, he could get there in under ten minutes, and—

And what, then?

Well, at least talk to you before you showed Taehyung your face and cemented your place in the guy’s bed.

Mind made up, Jimin tossed Taehyung’s phone below the driver’s seat to buy him more time as he ran for it.

“Hey, hey, what—Park, you fucking bitch!”

Ignoring Taehyung’s calls, Jimin rushed through the college gates and sprinted down the sidewalk. Shouldering people out of his way—but also mumbling a litany of apologies along with it because he could picture his mother’s disapproving gaze—he didn’t even pause to catch his breath until he was scrambling down the stairs of the subway.

As fate would have it, the doors of the parked train were just beginning to slide shut when Jimin set foot on the platform.

Cursing, he leapt from the last stair, his feet meeting the ground just twice as he dived into the train, two seconds before the gates sealed shut.

Doing a victorious, little fist pump, he finally allowed himself to catch his breath, leaning his hands on his knees. When he straightened, a couple of people around him were looking at him weird. But he couldn’t let anything bother him — he was a man on a mission.

Within three minutes, the train was stopping at the next stop and Jimin was running out the gates and straight out of the subway.

As he stepped up the stairs to his flat, sweat was soaking his white t-shirt and he was hating himself for wearing skin tight jeans. Jogging up to the door, he quickly unlocked the apartment and rushed in, locking the door behind him. Haphazardly taking his shoes off and tossing the keys somewhere on the couches, he beelined for your room.

Hesitating only once, he turned the doorknob. It was locked.

You were getting ready to have virtual sex with Taehyung.

Clenching his jaw, he rapped his palm against the door thrice, his rings helping louden the sound.

He fidgeted, nervous out of his mind. He couldn’t even think about what he would say to you, way too occupied with the task of stopping you from making that call to Taehyung.

He called your name, followed by two more successive raps.

For a frightening second, he feared he was too late and you had already started with your—

“Jimin, is that you?” you yelled from inside the door.

Jimin squared his shoulders. “Open up! It’s urgent!”

Sounds of shuffling filtered through the door to him before you unlocked it and nearly tore it off the hinges with the strength you pulled it open with.

“What?” you barked, scowling at him. But then suddenly your frown melted away as your eyes did a quick sweep of his breathless, sweaty self, lingering—he noticed—around his neck. “What the hell, Jimin? Where’re you coming from?”

Jimin decided to do some exploration of his own.

Your face was flushed, chest heaving up and down—

And—

And Jimiin was fixated on your prominent nipples pushing against the oversized black t-shirt you’d obviously tossed over yourself in a hurry. He’d glimpsed your breasts in that very delicious photo, of course, but he’d fixated on your hips and not paid them enough attention. He regretted saying no to Taehyung's offer of looking at the boob pic you’d sent him, because…

Jimin’s thoughts faded out when he came back to himself.

You had sent Taehyung a pic of your boobs, too. The way Jimin felt like punching through a fucking wall!

“Stop staring at my boobs, pervert!” you suddenly scolded him, clicking your fingers in front of his face. “What was so urgent? I’m kinda in the middle of—”

“Please don’t do it,” he blurted, wide-eyed at his own brazenness, but he just felt so desperate, at this point.

You gaped at him. “What?”

“Don’t – don’t fuck him, please,” he continued arms darting forward to hold you by your shoulders.

You stiffened in his grasp, eyes going impossibly wide. “Jimin, what—are you – are you okay? What the fuck are you even talking about?”

He grew pained. “Taehyung. Don’t fuck him.”

He saw you draw in a sharp breath. “I wasn’t actually—wait, how do you know this?”

He rolled his lower lip into his mouth. “Well…he told me.”

You jumped away from him with your mouth dropped open. “What? How the hell do you even knowhim?”

“I sit with him in my psych class."

"In your psych—" You suddenly gasped. "The eccentric fuckboy!”

Jimin blinked, lip leaving the confines of his teeth with a plop. He didn’t miss the way your eyes dropped down to it for a moment. “What?”

“After your first class together, you told me you'd found a fuckboy with eccentric fashion choices to sit with. You said his name was Tannie! You have his number saved under Kim from psych!"

Jimin winced. "He’d told me way too much about himself, I messed up some details. Tannie’s his dog’s name."

“So, Taehyung is the eccentric fuckboy you sit next to, for an hour, three days a week."

"Yep."

“Oh, my God, this is fucked up,” you wailed, turning around to pace next to your bed, hands sifting through your open hair.

Jimin eyed the laptop on your bed. It suddenly came back to him – you’d seen Taehyung’s dick’s outline. You wanted to suck that abominable, STD infested, overused dick.

Jimin really hated his life, right now.

“So, don’t do it,” he tried again, walking into your room with authority he didn’t have. “Please.”

You looked at him with a scowl, face pulled in around your scrunched up nose in the middle. “Stop saying that!"

“Why do you even wanna?” Jimin whined, sounding more than a little sulky as he stood in your way, prompting you to stop walking. “He’s, like, the most despicable fuckboy on campus!”

“Well, that’s exactly why! I don’t need his heart, I just need his dick!” you crudely told him, throwing both your arms up. “It helps that it comes with explosive reviews from the entire female population on campus. I’ve had a frustrating couple of weeks, and, ugh. I really don't have any energy or patience to go through trials and errors to finally find someone who won’t disappoint.”

Jimin was breathing heavily after you finished speaking. You were that desperate for a fuck?

He dragged his heavy gaze over your body, bottom to top – you were barefoot with your toenails painted a gorgeous shade of royal blue, your bare calves were toned, slowly expanding into thighs that were—fuck. These thighs were ultimate ruiners of his sleep, God.

Your hands were balled at your sides. The oversized t-shirt you wore ended mid-thighs on your body, wrapping over your hips that he now knew to be juicy as fuck, and proceeded to tent at your breasts where your nipples were still fully erect and intending to cut through cloth.

The neck of the t-shirt was wide enough to let your collarbones be on complete display. Jimin held in a groan of want, pulling his lower lip in as he followed the smooth line of your long neck all the way up to your face. Your lips were redder than he was used to. You were wearing lipstick, he realised with a start, mouth falling open in surprise. Your eyes were lined with something, too, making them sharper than usual.

You were dressed to seduce, and he was trapped under your spell.

You looked good enough to eat.

What wouldn’t he give to be able to toss you onto this very bed and fuck the living daylights out of you…

“I can’t believe that fucker really told you,” your mumble suddenly brought him out of his lewd musings, and he adjusted his legs to be covert about his hardening length.

“Isn’t it typical of him? What else did you expect?” Jimin shrugged. “He also very nearly circulated the first nude you sent him to half the college campus. He literally bullied me into seeing it.”

Your face suddenly colored. “You… you saw my pictures?” you asked him in a small voice.

Jimin noticed how you focussed on the latter part of the sentence, and not the—evidently more concerning—former. Interesting.

“Just the first one.” His voice came out hoarse, throat suddenly very dry at the memory. “And then the last one, briefly. I recognized your tattoo…”

His eyes travelled down to your waist of their own accord, images and scenes running wild in his head. Those hips. Those delicious fucking hips were right here, within his reach. And they belonged to you — the girl of his fantasies of over a year.

Jimin exhaled brokenly, trying to calm himself down.

“Why are you stopping me?” you asked him in a mumble, sitting down on your bed. “I’m not trying to marry him, just hop on his dick for some gratification. I’m even gonna block his number after.”

He looked back up at your face, only to draw in a sharp breath. Your eyes were so so dark. His own probably mirrored yours.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I…could possibly have an offer for an alternative. A better, less emotionally damaging and certainly more STD-proof alternative.”

Your lips quirked to the side. You leant back on the bed, supporting your weight on your palms, and crossed your legs.

Jimin’s gaze immediately zeroed in on your smooth thighs, and the desire to bury his face between them nearly incinerated him from within.

“Is that so?” Your voice had turned breathy. “Better alternative, huh? Got any testimonials to back it up?”

Holy fuck, were you really responding to his flirting?

“Not really,” Jimin murmured. And even though he did have a slew of ex partners that could vouch for his sexual prowess, he just wasn’t the kind of guy to brag so brazenly about all that. He licked his lips, taking a tentative step closer to you as he came up with a more tantalising offer. “You could sample it.”

Lust flooded your gaze, making it darker than he’d ever seen it in his life. Even if your words from yesterday morning had, apparently, not meant what he’d hoped for them to, this, right here – the naked want on your face, told him a whole different story. It felt unreal, and he wasn’t certain this wasn’t just a fever dream. But if it was a fever dream, he was gonna make it one hell of a memorable one.

When your hands nimbly reached out to wordlessly shut your laptop, moved closer to you, leaning a bit to catch your gaze.

“Would you like to?” he mumbled, softly.

Your breath stuttered out in response.

“Taehyung promised me he’d choke me on his cock,” you told him so abruptly, he almost gasped out loud.

But then Jimin clenched his jaw and walked even closer. He stepped between your legs and slid a hand into your hair, cupping your head with his fingers and massaging the skin behind your ear with his thumb. “Is that something you want, baby?” he breathed out, relishing the way your eyelashes fluttered at his touch. Or maybe his words, he wasn’t sure. “Hmm?”

Your tongue licked at your bottom lip, dragging a salacious path against the plump flesh until the red matte lipstick was glossy with your saliva. Jimin wanted to suck on it until it was red without the makeup’s tint, too.

“What do you think, Park?”

Something about the way you spoke his surname in a challenging tone had him going rock hard in his pants. He wanted to ruin you.

“Oh, I think you do,” he whispered, tugging your head up to straighten your body from its recline.

Your chin came to the same level as his belt. His whole body shuddered when you accidentally brushed against it.

“And I’ll make you choke on it, alright,” he continued, “after which I’ll make you clench on it, make you drench it with your juices. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll choke you without it, too.”

Your irises were twin black disks as you stared into his eyes with your breath bated. “Shit, Park, I…” You shook your head, pulling your lower lip into your mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,” you moaned, eyes sliding shut, and brought both your palms up to bunch into his t-shirt.

A small smirk slid up Jimin’s face. “Is that so?” he murmured, thrilled by the look of torture on your face when your brows scrunched up. “Well, sweetheart, you happen to be the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And even though I’ve acquired evidence to support my claim very recently, I’ve told you this multiple times before,” he mumbled, mouth watering at the sight of you nibbling on your lip.

Your heavy lidded eyes met his as you slowly opened them again. “You have, but… never with this look in your eyes.” Your breath hitched, one of your hands leaving his shirt to wander the length of his torso, lingering near the end of his abs. He held back a shiver. “Like you want to rip my clothes off and devour me whole, this very moment.”

Jimin’s nostrils flared, teeth grinding even harder. Oh, how he wanted that. How he wanted exactly that.

“Oh, sweetheart, I do intend to do that and more. Lay you bare beneath me, touch every single inch of your body. And then let my tongue follow.”

You made a small sound from the back of your throat and Jimin very nearly came in his pants. “What’s the hold up, then? All I hear are promises, Park. Where’s the delive—”

With a growl, Jimin tightened his grip on the back of your neck and pulled your face in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, effectively shutting you up and fulfilling your demand at the same time.

The first contact was, very poetically, electric. Current zapped through his body, beginning where your soft lips had molded against his in acceptance, and reaching all the way down to his semi-erect length. Which was now starting to painfully strain against his too tight jeans.

Your mouth opened up to him, and he swallowed your moan of want when his tongue brushed against yours. He poured all his pent up feelings and desires into the kiss, pressing harder against you when you pliantly tilted your head back to give him more room.

Jimin couldn’t fathom he was kissing you. Finally, fucking finally, after more than a year of lusting for these lips — he finally had them entwined with his own. He lost his mind somewhere in between the soft pull of your even softer lips, harsh nips of your teeth, smooth glides of your tongue.

And then he grabbed a handful of your hips, and went feral.

With a grunt, Jimin opened his mouth wider, licking into yours between harshly sucking on your tongue. It was a mess — sloppy and wet and desperate when he explored your mouth with full fervor, tongue curling against the inner seams of your lips.

Your hand slid over his waist, leaving fire in its wake as it slid past his t-shirt to trace the tight muscles of his abdomen. Jimin brought his other hand to rest next to you on the bed, now leaning over you.

His lungs were protesting for air, but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. It was you that finally pulled away, panting heavily into his mouth.

Jimin blinked, struggling to come out of the daze you’d put him in. He looked at your parted lips, hunger building up in him when he saw the smudges of your lipstick around them. Your wide eyes gazed up at him with so much naked lust, holy fuck. He so very desperately wanted you naked.

“You want this?” he asked you, testing his own restraint when his length ached from being confined for so long in its rock hard state.

You looked too delirious to respond, nodding very slowly with your eyes nearly glazing over as your gaze lowered to look at his crotch.

“Say the words, sweetheart. This is about consent, I’m not trying to force you into something you’re hesitant about,” Jimin unnecessarily clarified, well aware of how both of your bodies were vibrating with need.

“Jimin, for God’s sake, stop talking and fuck me,” you gritted out, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and tugging at it until he was raising himself off the bed to get rid of it.

Tossing it aside, he raked a hand through his hair and peered down at you. Your mouth hung open, eyes seeming to drink him up.

Well, good for you, because he was losing his sanity with every passing second that he was spending close to you but not close enough.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he mumbled before moving to unbuckle his belt and quickly unbutton his jeans in succession.

He stopped there, though, and caught hold of your hand when you tried to reach for his waistband. He shook his head when your eyes shot to his.

“Your turn.”

He saw your throat move on a gulp. You skittered back on the bed, rising up on your knees when you’d reached the center. He followed you, placing a knee on your bed to get to you.

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the hem of your t-shirt, with suppressed want or nervousness, Jimin couldn't tell. He was a mixture of both.

He watched, breathing completely ceased, as the t-shirt rose and unleashed more and more of your smooth skin. When you raised it above your waist, he sucked in a large breath, eyes widened, jaw dropped open and body nearly quivering with want.

Your hips.

Your juicy fucking hips.

They were right there, calling out to him with their hourglass curve as they tapered into your trim waist with a soft abdomen. You wore a tiny, burgundy scrap of lace as a substitute for underwear, and he recalled it to be the thong he’d barely caught a glimpse of in the picture of your ass.

Your breasts bounced free, next, and Jimin moved his throat in a thick swallow, a palm cupping over his crotch. Your nipples were pebbled and juicy, and he just wanted to wrap his lips around them and suck to his heart’s content.

He shuffled forward on the bed when you got to your shoulders, helping you untangle your arms and hair from the piece of clothing.

Once the t-shirt was fully off, you looked at him with a bashful smile. “Why’re you gawking like that? You’ve seen it all before,” you mumbled, sitting back on your haunches, your own gaze rounding back to his torso.

“Pictures don’t hold a light for the real deal, holy fuck,” he managed to choke out.

Your coy smile turned challenging. “How do you know? You haven’t even touched, yet.”

The nerve of you to—

Jimin pounced, knocking you back into the mattress as he covered your body with his, making sure to press every inch of himself on you.

Your wide eyes looked at him in surprise but more than a little hunger, and oh did he want to take care of that.

One of his forearms dug into the bed next to your head while his other hand gripped at your shoulder. He hissed against your lips when your curves molded against him.

“You’re so fucking insufferable but so fucking delectable, fuck,” he gasped, unable to resist when his eyes fell onto your quivering lips, and kissed you again.

You moaned loudly into his mouth, not in the least bit shy about devouring his lips as messily as he did yours. Your tongue curled against his, making his insides turn to molten lava. He could feel your nipples against his chest and, his palm slid down your side, curving along your breast as it spanned down to—

Oh.

His palm met your hip and he was lost.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, digging his fingers in.

Your dark eyes looked back at him, shuttered, sensuous and perfectly fitting for the goddess that you were.

“Do you know how fucking long I've fantasized about having this body of yours under me, you minx?” he grumbled, sliding down your body.

His mouth latched onto your neck, both hands curving around your waist as he pressed kisses down the column of your throat. Your head fell back with a moan, granting him more access, and he took advantage of it, running his mouth up to your jaw, his tongue licking at your skin.

Your skin was so soft and smooth – even more than it looked.

He grazed his teeth against your jaw, pulling back to look at you.

Your eyes were shut, brows pinched, and mouth was hanging open in abandon. He leaned over your face to pull your bottom lip into his mouth. Giving it a hard suckle, he let go with a pop.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him with an intoxicated look on your face. “Jimin…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” His fingers dug into your waist.

“Touch me,” you whimpered, throat convulsing.

Jimin grinned. “I am.”

His palms slid down your sides, and as he met the curve of your hips again, his previous plans of teasing you flew out the window.

Holy fucking hell.

“These fucking hips,” he grit out, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. “They’ve been driving me insane, do you know?”

You really did have the sexiest body he had ever seen. A perfect figure with enough chubbiness in places to make you feel soft, womanly and real. His eyes were caught by your abdomen and he leant down to press a kiss beneath your navel before he could think too much about it.

“You’re so soft and so delicious…”

You released a muted gasp in response, but he was too busy exploring the curve of your waist. His fingers ran over your smooth skin, nails scratching lightly. You jumped when he went a little rougher, and he gripped you harder, leaning down again, this time to suck open mouthed kisses over your waist, all the way from your navel to the dip in your side.

“Fuck, Jimin—”

You broke off on a gasp when his tongue met your skin, tracing wet paths, absorbing the taste to his memories. He groaned into your stomach, dragging his face over the flimsy waistband of your underwear. He moved to the side to tug at the string at your hip with his teeth, licking underneath it, and then dug his teeth into the delicious flesh beneath.

A moan slipped past his own lips, nearly drowning the stream of gasping sounds coming from you. He had his mouth on these goddess-like hips.

Finally, fucking finally.

“Jimin, Jimin, fuck—”

He tasted his fill, leaving kisses, and nipping, biting and licking you up as he desired. The delicate waistband of your thong was haphazardly pulled every which way, only barely covering your center as Jimin went about devouring you.

Your breathing was labored, chest heaving and shoulders twitching when he finally managed to pull himself off your body. He looked at you from under his brows. You had an arm folded over your forehead and the other hand fisted in your pillow. You already looked fucked out and he’d barely even done anything.

Pressing a hand down on your abdomen, he pulled your attention to him.

Your eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated and everything. Your lips were well-bitten, swollen and red. So fucking delicous.

He slid his palm up your torso, curving around your breast. You visibly trembled when he gave the rounded flesh a squeeze. Jimin loved the sight, moving his thumb to flick at your nipple.

“Jimin,” you breathed, hand moving from the pillow to grip at his wrist.

Jimin clicked his tongue, removing your hand. “Ah ah, no,” he murmured, voice deeper, loaded with arousal.

You mutely looked at him, eyes wide and irises nearly wholly eclipsed by your pupils.

He swiped his tongue over his lower lip, placing your arm above your head with the other one. He held both your wrists in his hand and tugged, causing your breasts to jiggle invitingly. Barely containing the wanton moan that swelled up in his throat at the sight, Jimin flicked your nipple again.

“These hands,” Jimin murmured, face lowered to your throat as he leant over you, “stay here. You move them, we stop. Understood?”

He dipped his head to lick at a sweat droplet collected between your collarbones. Your breath stuttered out and he saw you swallow.

Jimin drew back when he didn’t hear you respond.

You were panting, now, lower lip extended way past your jaw as you looked at him with your eyes rounded.

He raised an eyebrow. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

You gasped aloud, as if suddenly inhaling a lot of air after having stopped breathing for a few seconds. Maybe you had, you looked very much on the edge.

Your head jerked in a nod, fingers of both hands gingerly clasping together above your head.

“I’m gonna need your words, baby,” he prompted you in a low murmur. “And I better not have to repeat myself.”

You shut your mouth with a click, eyes widening just a tad bit. “I… yes,” you whispered, voice nothing but a hoarse whisper. “Yes, I understand.”

Jimin nodded, lowering his mouth to sweep his tongue over your neglected nipple before engulfing it whole. “Good,” he spoke into your skin, relishing the taste of you.

“Uh, Chim?”

Jimin caught apprehension beneath your breathiness. He immediately pulled his head up to look into your eyes. “Yes, sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“I…” You nodded.

But then you were biting your lip again and Jimin couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was to have you looking so submissive beneath him. All his dreams – coming to an unimaginably amazing conclusion.

He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure this wasn’t a fever dream.

You cleared your throat, jutting your chin out in an obviously faux show of confidence. “I don’t have to call you, like… master, or something, do I?”

Despite the instant tightening in his pants, Jimin couldn't hold back the laugh that tumbled out of him. He threw his head back and guffawed. Yeah, this was definitely real.

You slapped him on the thigh. “Shut up!”

He collected himself with difficulty. “No master, sweetheart. Just my name would be fine.”

“Well, you’re into some kinky shit, Park, I was just making sure.” You crossed your hands against your chest, pouting crossly. “Could’ve said a simple no, though. Didn’t have to laugh like that, you meanie.”

He was still grinning even as he gripped both your wrists and pulled your arms up to pin them next to your head. Your pout slipped away, lips falling open on a gasp. He leant over your body, pressing his chest against yours, smirking when your lashes fluttered.

You felt delicious, all sweet and soft curves pressed up against his planes.

“You hit me.”

You blinked, frowning. “Wha—”

“You hit me. On the thigh.”

Your eyes went wide in alarm and Jimin chuckled at the horror on your face. “I’m — I’m sorry, Jimin, I—”

He slid higher up your body, grinding his denim covered crotch into you. “Are you?”

You choked on an inhale, moaning with your mouth closed when Jimin moved his hips again. Your tongue peeked out to lick at your lips while you gave him a nod.

“Yes, Jimin,” you whispered, eyes looking away from him as you demurely lowered them.

Jimin hissed. Why did every single, little action of yours make him lose all control over himself? He sighed.

He looked up at your hands struggling in his grip, and then around the room. And then he looked down at himself, eyes pausing at his waist. He quickly unlooped his belt from his jeans.

“Jimin, what—oh.”

He pulled your wrists up to the bars in the headboard and glanced at your face. “This okay? Use your words.”

Your cheeks were red when you nodded. “Yes. Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Good.” He looped his belt through the bars and, binding your wrists together, tightened the buckle. “This good?”

You nodded.

He quickly dipped his head to nip at your collarbone. “Words.”

“Y—yes, yes, Jimin. This is – it’s good,” you brokenly breathed.

Jimin nodded his approval, patting your cheek affectionately.

Then he descended your body and got to work on your breasts, weighing them in his palms as his thumb flicked both their tips. Your body twitched beneath him, little whimpers egging him on, you looking at him with your sultry gaze. He moved a hand to close his forefinger and thumb over a nipple, tugging the flesh and giving it a jerk. Your breast jiggled, and you both groaned in unison.

“Look at you, sweetheart, God,” Jimin groaned, one hand mapping the surface of your abdomen to rest below your navel. He tugged at your nipple with his other hand, again. “These are pure sin.”

His mouth closed over the other nipple.

“Jimin—ah…”

Jimin hummed contently, swirling his tongue around the nipple before dragging his lips off of it. He immediately moved on to the other side, bringing his other hand back up to cup over your breast. He squeezed at the soft flesh while his teeth grazed against the sensitive tip, and you mewled beneath him.

He had his mouth wrapped around the gorgeous, perky nipples he’d seen in your picture, yesterday, and wanted to taste. Life really didn't get better than this, did it?

He looked up at your face to find your lip locked between your teeth and eyes screwed shut. He bit down, sinking his teeth into the supple flesh of your tit.

Your eyes sprang open with a gasp, neck immediately craning to look at him.

He met your gaze with a wink, lapping at your skin with his tongue.

“Chim…”

Your moan was loud and deep, vibrating through your chest to his mouth. Jimin suckled hungrily, hands grabbing at you greedily.

When he finally pulled away, he’d left a huge, blooming red mark on you and it was rapidly changing colors to turn purple. Jimin pressed a kiss against it.

His hands made their way down to the string of the waistband of your thong, index finger twisting the fabric.

“This little piece of lace,” he mocked. “What good does it do, anyway?”

Your cheeks were flaming when he met your eyes. “I…”

“It’s so fragile,” Jimin whispered in a breathless urgency, moving to plant a kiss in the middle of said piece of clothing, over the wet patch he could clearly spot. “Bet I could tear it off with a single finger.”

He heard your breath hitch as he gave the waistband another twist, wrapping it over the knuckle of his index finger now. He tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes ravenously drinking up the sight of you peeking past the tiny triangle of your thong.

And then he snapped the damn thing, tearing it into two and pulling it off your body.

“Chim!” your gasp was instant, back arching in an attempt to rise but you were held back by your tied hands.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he mumbled, but he wasn’t actually in a condition to listen to you, right now.

Not when he had you spread out, pink and swollen and pretty in front of him. He dropped the cloth off to the side, bringing in both his palms to part your legs even further.

And your thighs. These fucking thighs with all their plumpness and the jiggle in them when you walked around in booty shorts, ugh.

“D’you know how crazy you’ve driven me with these?”

He massaged the inside of your thighs and your body gyrated, hips shifting with your gasps.

“I was walking around with permanent boners because the sight of your legs drove me insane. All I could think about was wrapping these around my waist,” he husked, depraved eyes running over the smooth skin of your thighs before his palms followed, tracing a path from the underside of your knee, up to your hips, “and fucking you against the nearest wall.”

“Jimin,” you stuttered, eyes looking at him in what looked like wonder, your breathing seemingly ceased.

Well, he would give you a reason to breathe. Gasp. Scream his name.

He dragged his hands up to the juncture of your thighs, spread them, and trained his eyes at your center. His reserve completely gave out when he found you slick and sopping wet, with your arousal painting the tops of your thighs.

“So fucking messy,” he gritted, teeth clenching tight, “and much more dirtier than my filthiest fantasies.”

Jimin reached out with two fingers, parting your folds to expose you fully to his sight.

“Ah, fuck. That’s – that feels cold…” you whispered, wide eyes roving his face.

Jimin realised his rings had made contact with you. He sucked in a breath at the sight of your slick rubbing over his silver bands.

“Oh, baby,” he purred, drowning in lust, mouth salivating. “You’re dripping everywhere, sweetheart, fuck. Look at you ruining my rings. So fucking pretty.”

His fingers slipped down your lips, brushing your clit and converging as they travelled lower yet. He watched with rapt attention, eyes wide and tongue resting against his upper teeth as his fingers slipped right into you, travelling deep into your gripping warmth.

A low sound left him just as you moaned out his name.

"All this for me, yeah?" He nipped at your thigh above your knee.

You nodded, your half lidded gaze on him. "All for you. Just for you."

He sucked in a huge breath, grunting when his fingers scissored up to the spot he was looking for inside of you. He experimentally curled his fingers, eyes darting up to look at your face.

You jumped at the contact, eyes squeezing shut and jaw dropping open.

“There?” He watched your contorted face with rapt attention.

“Uh huh,” tumbled out of your mouth as you nodded frantically.

Having mercy on your mindless state, he let you get away without speaking up this one time. He wanted to touch you, taste you, consume you until you were sobbing in his arms. That, and he himself was too far gone to care, right now.

He released your thigh from his other hand, sitting up on the bed and spreading his own knees for some relief while his fingers moved in you. Unzipping his jeans with his free hand, he tugged the fabric off his crotch, sighing when the tightness released. Then he moved the hand to hold you by your waist, your leg folding up between your bodies.

Jimin licked his lips, hair falling in his eyes and gaze never leaving your fucked out face. He gripped your calf, unfolding it and tossing it over his shoulder. Your eyes opened, looking straight at him past a hazy curtain. He gave you a grin, moving his head to press an open mouthed kiss against your ankle, and you jerked against him, biting down on your lip and squeezing your eyes shut again.

“S—so good, Jimin…”

Jimin’s cheek ticked up in a smile, fingers moving in you faster.

You looked exquisite like this – spread in front of him like a platter, hands pulled up and tied off, breasts bouncing, back arching, hips moving to his rhythm, and pussy stuffed full with his fingers. He wanted to touch you, taste you, consume you until you were sobbing in his arms.

“You look so delectable, I wanna fucking eat you up whole,” he grunted, pressing his nose into your ankle to ground himself.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Drunk on your inebriating scent filling up the air between the two of you, Jimin lowered himself on the bed and launched himself onto you, tongue moving to lick at your clit.

“Oh m—Fuck! Jimin! Holy – shit!”

Egged on by your yelps, Jimin attached his open mouth to you, letting his lips meet your wetness while his tongue rolled over your clit. Your taste was heady – an aphrodisiac if there was ever one. He could get drunk on this.

And he intended to.

“So fucking delicious, baby,” he spoke into you. “Could eat you out forever, mm hmm.”

“Jimin, Jimin, oh my God, fuck, Ji~min,” you chanted his name, tugging at your constraints and twisting your body every which way, but Jimin’s grip on your thigh held you in place.

He slurped at your leaking slit, pulling his fingers out of you to let his tongue take their place, massaging your entrance and dipping past it in small licks.

“Chim...please,” you groaned, craning your neck as far as you could to look at his head of dark hair working between your legs. “More.”

But Jimin was unrelenting, not letting up with his mellow teasing as he licked, kissed and nipped at your cunt without delivering what he knew you needed. His fingers, slick with your arousal, moved to hold your hips down from moving too much, smearing your abdomen with your own wetness.

The thought of licking your essence off those sinful hips made him lose what remained of his senses, and Jimin dove full in. He had you at his mercy with your hands out of service and hips in his vice like grasp, and you were well aware of the power he held if your desperate pleas were anything to go by.

He hummed against your clit, teeth raking against the soft flesh and you convulsed above him, begging for a whole different reason now.

“Jimin! I’m close… please, baby…”

“Not yet, sweetness,” Jimin murmured into you. “Let me have a proper taste first.”

He flattened his tongue over your slit, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, and you yelled out a garbled curse, thighs quivering in his grasp. Then he dipped his tongue in again, licking into your heat while his nose bumped into the hood of your clit. Your high pitched yells of his name were gradually losing coherence, making him grin against you in satisfaction.

He decided to bring his fingers back in, sliding two of them into you again and massaging the spot they met when he curled them, while his lips closed over your clit in a tight suction. Your body quivered above him, drawn out groans of some contorted form of his name escaping you and echoing in the space around you two.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” he spoke into you, voice coming out ragged and heavy and hungry.

Jimin furiously fucked you with his fingers, teeth coming in to play with your clit as he did, grunting at the squelching sounds it made. Your cunt seemed to be growing narrower by how hard you were clenching around him, he could tell you were getting closer. He uncurled his other hand from your thigh to rest on your abdomen, feeling the stickiness he’d left there before, and he gripped your waist to pull you further down onto his mouth and fingers. He messily ate you out, tongue licking every inch of your delicious softness and lips meshing into you before sucking at your clit, voraciously.

You whined aloud, and Jimin chuckled against you.

“All good, baby?” he hummed into you, and you broke into a litany of pleas.

“Jim...Jimin...I’m gom—gonna – please, I—ungh, please lemme come, pleathe…”

Jesus fucking Christ, he would lose his fucking mind.

He swore to himself, detaching his mouth from you long enough to rest the side of his head against your thigh and look at your face which was all screwed up in agony. He groaned at the sight, sponging a kiss to the inside of your thigh, fingers moving in you even more frenetically.

“Come for me, baby.”

He immediately returned to your core and pressed even closer into you, flicking his tongue over your clit once before swirling it around in tight circles.

“Come all over my tongue, pretty, lemme drink you up.”

Your channel gripped his fingers even harder and your moans grew in pitch. Jimin immediately wrapped his lips around your little nub to suck as hard as he could.

Your reaction was instant, a scream of his name ripping from your throat and the heel of your leg hooked over his shoulder digging into his shoulder blade as your body drew taut.

“Ji—min, fuck fuck fuck. Fuck! Fuck—ah!”

Your walls fluttered around his fingers, squeezed so tight around them he wondered if he would even fit inside of you. But your juices had him forgetting about everything but your intoxicating taste, and he withdrew his fingers from you to seal his mouth over your entrance, lapping up every bit of your release.

"Mm hmm, so pretty, so delicious, baby…"

“Chim… too much, ah…” your weak sob somehow penetrated the cloud of lust he was swimming in.

Very reluctantly, Jimin gave a single parting lick to your pussy, swiping his tongue from the very bottom to the very top, and moved to sit up between your spread legs. He brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, popping them in and licking off every trace of your heavenly taste from them.

He hadn’t realised when his eyes had closed in bliss, but your little gasp made him open them to meet yours.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he praised, brushing a kiss on the top of your knee with his lips still soaked in your essence. He sat back on his haunches and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, then. “Are you okay?”

Your gaze was heavy, lips red and parted as you stated at him. Then you scoffed a small laugh, lips pulling up in a smile.

"I’m – I’m more than okay, oh God. That was… so fucking good, Chim, your mouth is… fuck," you breathed out, still panting heavily. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life. What the fuck, Park?!”

Jimin scoffed. You were calling him sexy? Had you seen yourself? Your breasts were heaving enticingly, sweat dotting various parts of your body, and Jimin really just wanted to lick your entire body clean.

He brought a hand up to rake through his hair, abs and obliques flexing with his action. He noticed your eyes trace his torso. He grinned at you wickedly when you licked your lips.

“See something you like?”

“Oh my God, Jimin, untie me,” you moaned, taking him by surprise. “Right now.”

He squinted at you. “What makes you think you’re in a position to give orders, here, sweetheart?”

"I really really need your cock in my mouth in the next ten seconds, or I might die," you announced with your wide eyes looking really serious and sort of panicked.

Jimin nearly swallowed his tongue, because damn did that filthy mouth of yours bypass his imagination. He had never been so hard in his life.

“Is that right?” He reined in his surprise and looked down his nose at you.

You squirmed under his gaze. “Yes, Chim. Please?”

“You could’ve asked nicely to start with, sweetness," he chastised, even as he moved to close your legs and straddle your waist to work the buckle of the belt. “Why run your mouth and risk being edged for an hour, hmm?"

Your movements froze for a moment, alarmed eyes connecting with his challenging ones. “Please don’t do that.”

Jimin gave a hearty laugh. “Ask nicely, then.”

He sat back on your thighs, leaving the belt still twisted up in your hands despite the buckle being undone. Waiting.

He crossed his arms over his chest when you kept gaping at him. “Go on?”

You whined, turning your face to the side. “Come on, Jiminie, untie me! You deserve to have your soul sucked out of your cock, baby, please don’t deprive me. Please?”

His eyebrows shot up at your unexpected surrender. He’d expected you to protest more. Did you really want him in your mouth that bad? Oh, God.

“Are you trying to make me come in pants like a fucking teenager, what the hell?”

You pouted at him, eyes shining with mischief. “Someone said something about choking me with his cock. I’m just trying to get you to fulfill your promises, Park.”

Jimin smirked at you, lips parting and teeth peeking. He moved on top of you, nipping at the peak of your breast, the edge of your jaw, your earlobe – before feathering his lips over your ear. “I could do that with your hands tied, too, pretty,” he breathed. “Say the word.”

You choked on an inhale, chest frozen under him while he chuckled at you and sat back up.

“You’re sinful, Park Jimin,” you muttered, eyes shuttering in a playful glare.

Jimin tugged his belt off your hands and the bed frame, softly massaging your wrists while he slowly brought your arms down to rest on your abdomen.

“Looked in a mirror lately, Miss?” He raised an eyebrow, pulling your hands up to plant a soft kiss on the reddened skin of both your wrists.

You bashfully ducked your head, rising to sit up with his help.

He slid back on the bed, slowly widening his stance to accomodate you between his legs. He wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you to him while he feathered the fingertips of the other hand over your thighs.

Your hand came up to cup his jaw, eyes gazing at him with unabashed lust and what seemed like a little bit of admiration. He smirked in response, tilting his head to accept you when you leant forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He immediately moaned into your mouth as you took command, massaging his lips with yours. Your other hand travelled to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you moved his head in accordance to you. Your tongue didn’t waste time in coming out to trace his lips, and he relinquished all control when you slid forward to straddle his lap with a deep groan.

He maneuvered the two of you around without breaking the kiss, and sat back against your headboard. He helped you wrap both your legs around his waist, one hand reaching up to massage your scalp while the other traveled down to palm your ass.

You fell against his chest, both palms landing on his body, and instead of gripping onto him to steady yourself the way he’d expected you to, your hands started to wander. One of them reached up to trace his pectoral muscles, fingers brushing his fevered skin until your thumb suddenly flicked against his nipple, making him grunt into your kiss.

Your lips formed a smirk, your other hand sliding down his abdomen to curve over the front of his jeans. Jimin nipped at your upper lip when you drew his bottom one into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.

Your palm curled over him above his boxers. Blood hummed in his veins, making him cry out into your mouth.

Jimin pulled away from the kiss, canting his head back onto the headboard to catch his breath. You did the same with your head rolling over your shoulder, provocative eyes looking at him like a predator’s while your fist tightened over his length.

“Ready for the best suck of your life, Mister Park?” Your voice was breathy, borderline desperate, but your eyes held a spark of defiance.

Jimin bit his lip, very well aware of the jump in his cock at the address. He couldn’t believe how easily you changed forms from being a writhing, submitting mess underneath him to straight up messing with him.

He loved it.

When your eyes left his cut, muscled V-line, you winked at him and crawled backward on the bed, getting off his lap.

Jimin gave you a wolfish grin in return. “Hit me with your best shot, Miss,” he teased.

And you did.

Your hands immediately busied themselves in wrestling his underwear past his ass. He lifted himself up from the mattress to aid you in the process as you tugged at his jeans, tearing the piece of clothing down his legs as if it had personally offended you.

Jimin watched you in amusement while you hurriedly freed his legs off the jeans and then his boxers. His cock was rock hard, slapping his abdomen when it sprang free from the confines of his underwear. His tip was red, begging for attention, and it took everything in him to not grip himself and give a few satiating strokes. He had been doing that for months. Now that he had you sitting in front him, buck naked and eyeing his cock with yearning in your gaze, he wouldn’t miss any fraction of an opportunity to have your hands on him.

He gave a small chuckle when you grumbled between your struggles of freeing his ankles from his skinny jeans.

But then all humor was knocked out of him.

You didn’t wait for a single second, not even pausing to breathe before wrapping a palm around him and descending over him with your mouth open wide and wet. Your lips wrapped around his tip and you gave his cock a loud, wet, slurpy suction before licking off the precum slathered around the slit.

Jimin’s hips bucked off the bed, hands scrambling to find purchase in your hair and the bedsheets. “Holy shit, babe!”

You looked at him through your lashes, all sultry and luscious, and dipped your chest further down towards the bed.

Jimin slowly followed the lithe line of your spine, all the way up to—

“Fuck…”

Your ass was raised up as you knelt between his legs and your mouth-watering hips fell in his direct line of sight. The navy blue and black butterfly moved in tandem with your head, taunting him.

This was quite possibly the most erotic sight he’d ever seen in his entire life. Better than his imagination.

While he was still recovering from the visual of his dreams, you removed your hand from his cock, and using your tongue to spread his precum and your spit all over him, you opened your mouth to take him all in.

A choked cough escaped him when his tip hit the back of your throat.

“What—sweetheart, I—fuck,” he brokenly stuttered, confused between pleasure and concern, the hand in your hair trying to pull you off him. “Are you—ah, are you okay, babe?”

You moved your hand to squeeze at his thigh, and Jimin relaxed. You’d caught him off guard and so he wasn’t aware of how prepared you were. It would kill him if he accidentally hurt you.

But going by the way your lips were moving over his cock in a tight vacuum seal, you’d been more than prepared for him.

Your mouth bobbed up and down in quick, shallow strokes. Not every stroke hit the back of your throat, but you had your tongue flattened over the underside of him and were licking at the really sensitive vein that ran beneath his skin with your every move. Jimin dragged his other hand through the bed, abdominal muscles flexing and twitching with every jerk of your head.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good. So warm, shit—”

He peeled open his involuntarily shut eyes with effort, looking down at the lewd sight of you.

Your cheeks were hollowed, and lips progressively growing a darker shade of red. Jimin belatedly recalled the lipstick you’d worn. Pride swelled in his chest on realising he’d probably wiped it all off with his own mouth.

“Look at you, fuck,” he grunted, chest heaving with short, quick breaths. “So fucking filthy. D’you know how often I have imagined this?”

The carnal sight of your lips stretching wide over him was nearly too much to handle. He sat up from his recline, one hand tightening in your hair and the other reaching across the span of your body to grope at your hips, squeezing the delicious flesh there before moving lower to give your plump ass a smack.

Your responding groan vibrated through his cock, and Jimin threw his head back with a muffled whine. “Shit, shit, shit—”

Your mouth slipped off him, hand coming to grip around his length. You swirled your tongue over his tip, rubbing it back and forth when his hips bucked, while your hand maintained a steady rhythm over the rest of him.

Jimin wheezed in heavy breaths, pulling his hand off your hip to shove his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

His grip on your hair tightened. “What a dirty fucking girl… fuck… you look so good like this, baby.”

You looked up at him through your lashes at his praise, and he nearly fucking came. Oh God, you were so sexy.

But you recognised the delirious look in his eyes because you removed your hand from his thigh to grab his free hand and put it in your hair. Jimin swallowed a gasp. How were you able to ignite every single nerve ending of his with every little action of yours?

Jimin combed the fingers of both his hands through your hair, twisting it into a makeshift ponytail and held that in one hand. He tapped at your cheek with the other. “Pat my thigh when you need to tap out, okay? Don’t go over your limit.”

You nodded around a mouthful of his cock, and Jimin really fucking lost it for a second there. Remembering himself, he gathered his bearings, and tugged at your hair. You detached your mouth with a gasping whine, a thread of his precum hanging off your swollen lower lip and connecting to his dick.

He moaned at the sight, thumb moving to swipe against your lip. You caught it in your mouth, flicking your tongue against it the way you did on his dick, and Jimin’s breath caught.

You were nearly too much to handle. Nearly.

“Speak up, pretty,” he grunted, roughly pulling his thumb off you, replacing his hand to hold your chin.

You blinked at him with big, muddled eyes. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” he implored. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.” You licked your lips, eyes falling back to his length. “Won’t go over my limit. Just… fuck, Jimin, fuck my throat. Please. Need you, wanna feel you.”

Jimin didn’t need another summoning. Swearing under his breath, he gripped your face with both his hands and raised himself to his knees. You got to your hands and knees before him, cheek nudging his slit.

Your eyes were nearly glazed over, and if Jimin sat back to ponder the fact that you looked so freaking intoxicated by the prospect of having him fuck your mouth, this would be over way too soon. He breathed in deeply, instead, raking his eyes over your prone form and reminding himself of the thorough fucking you deserved for being so fucking unbelieavably receptive.

Tucking his lower lip between his teeth, Jimin directed your mouth towards his cock with a hand, sliding himself in with a grip on your hair, and your lax throat took him right in.

“Oh my God, fuck!”

Any and all thoughts left his brain – the feeling of your throat constricting around him the only thing in his world.

“You feel so incredible, baby, fuck—”

He wanted to hold back, really truly did, but the way you were suppressing your gag reflex and presenting yourself to him with such abandon had him going feral. With a muted growl, Jimin pulled himself out, tapping his tip against your deep red lips before driving deep again.

Your throat convulsed on him, teasing eyes telling him you’d done it on purpose, and he sputtered, mouth salivating and eyes rolling back.

“You dirty fucking minx,” he hissed, tugging at your hair to get your eyes back on his. “If you lose your voice because I fucked your mouth too hard, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

And then he was wild, ravenous, untamed – holding your face still as he rammed his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your scattered moans around him were making him lose his mind. He had no clue how long he would last like this, but he could not restrain himself.

He’d always had lengthy plans for you, if ever got you under him. All his fantasies comprised him tasting every single, supple inch of your body, bringing you so much pleasure that you passed out from his mouth alone and he had to wake you up to fuck you. But right now, it seemed like he was gonna nut down your throat and pass out himself before he got to dick you down.

That thought, and that thought alone, was what helped him grip onto his slipping control.

Slowing his tempo for a moment, Jimin clenched his abdomen, reeling his spiralling restraint back in before he thrust again, repeatedly meeting the back of your throat. Your mouth was so warm, oh God.

He could feel sweat accumulating over his brow, running down his back, gathering over his abs from exertion.

“So good to me, so fucking pretty,” he heaved between heavy breaths, feeling hs balls tighten when you hummed in response.

Three more thrusts and then Jimin paused, pulling your head away from him.

“Enough! Fuck, I don’t wanna come before I get inside of you.”

Your slacked jaw came off him, pupils completely blown out, no trace of your irises visible at first glance. Jimin sank back on his haunches, jerking you up to kneel with him.

Your eyes still hadn’t connected to his, chasing his length until your face started to descend again.

Your reddened lips, watery eyes and all the spit and precum dribbling down your chin was already too erotic of a sight for Jimin to resist. But the second he saw you trying to get your mouth back on his dick, he lost all semblances of lucidity.

“Fucking hell, come here, you—”

Jimin grabbed your whole face in his hands and closed his open mouth over your delicate lips. He tasted traces of himself on your tongue, salty and wholly unpleasant, but the obscene sight he just saw was painted on the back of his eyelids and he growled low in his throat before sucking on your lips harder.

He let go of you when your hand tapped against his chest.

“Need to… breathe…”

Jimin chuckled, letting go of you. “You okay, pretty?”

Your eyes were shut, palms resting on his thighs as your chest heaved. You swiped your hair over your shoulder, nodding.

Your eyes opened to connect straight with his, your palms moving up his thighs. “I wanna ride you.” You licked your lips when he raised an eyebrow. “Please? Will you – will you let me ride you?”

Jimin swallowed, breath faltering. What a fucking sex goddess. And how good at learning and retaining instructions.

Inwardly, he wanted to moan out a depraved agreement and let you ride him into eternity, because God knew he would spontaneously combust if he wasn’t inside of you soon. But he also needed to pound you into your bed really bad. So on the outside, he looked at you with his head tilted back and thighs spread, deciding to entertain you for a while.

Taking in his inviting stance, you didn’t waste time climbing into his lap. He licked a path up the soft, delicious skin of your throat while you wound your arms around his shoulders. His palms flattened over your thighs, fingers digging into your delectable flesh.

“These thighs have been ruining my nights ever since I saw them,” he breathed into your neck, lips ghosting over the side of it. “Couldn’t sleep because the thoughts of having them wrap around my waist won’t fucking leave me.”

He relished the tremble that overcame your body, and moved his hand to palm your ass. His gaze dropped to your hips where multiple red spots had started to bloom as a result of his feasting. God, he needed a picture of this.

“And these hips.” He hissed out a breath. “Look at how pretty they look all marked up.”

Said hips undulated over his thigh, coating his skin with your arousal. Your own thigh made contact with his stiff length and he groaned. Jimin ground his teeth together, hips jerking upwards to engage in more friction.

A loud moan left you, head rolling back over your shoulders. Jimin didn’t waste a single second before catching one of your nipples in his mouth, grip tightening on your thighs. Your moan bled out into a breathy whimper, and Jimin sucked harder, pulling you down on himself harsher.

“Stop,” you breathed out, a shaky hand coming up to rest over his chest. “Get—get inside me already, God, please, Jimin! I need you in me so bad.”

Jimin pulled you up in a flash, teeth nibbling his own lower lip as he nudged your nose with his own. Staring deep into your eyes that were thickly layered with arousal, he slowly shook his head. Your eyebrows dipped in confusion. He licked at your lower lip, holding you tighter when you shivered.

“You can have your fun riding me, later, sweetness,” he told you, voice coming out breathless and scratchy. “Right now, I really need to fuck you into this bed, really hard.”

He winked at your dropped jaw before grasping you by your waist and flipping the two of you over. He absorbed your gasp of surprise in his mouth, taking you into a bruising kiss. His hands moved to clutch at you, one at the waist and the other gripping your thigh as he situated himself between your legs. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, grabbing your tit when your back arched up to him.

His length was hard and angry and even a feathery brush against your thigh had him groaning into your mouth.

Separating from your ambrosiac lips, he brought a hand up to cup your face. “Condoms. D’you have condoms, sweetheart?”

You blinked up at him, nodding as you pointed to your right.

“Still no words, huh?” Jimin mumbled in admonition even as he turned his head to follow the general direction to your nightstand.

Immediately leaning over, he pulled at the drawer and reached in. His fingers brushed against a couple of tiny packages, and he plucked one out.

“Handy, huh,” he remarked, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you, relishing the way your cheeks pinked.

He dropped the packet on your chest.

“Help me?”

He smirked when you gulped, running a finger down the line of your throat, all the way down to your sternum, in the middle of the soft mounds of your breasts.

Looking into his eyes, you took the packet up to your lips and bit into a corner. Jimin sucked in a sharp breath when you tore it open with your teeth, the harsh foil pressing into your lips and skewing them crudely.

You rolled the condom on him with smooth swipes of your fingers over his length, and Jimin held back a shudder when you pumped him twice after you were done.

“There,” you breathed, breath audibly hitching when Jimin pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

His eyes connected with yours, one hand wrapping around your right thigh to tug it over his waist, and the other brushing over your center. He hissed when his fingers came in contact with your slick.

“You’re soaking wet, pretty baby.” His voice came out hoarse and lower than his usual pitch.

He dipped his fingers in to ensure you really were properly aroused, and he had to bite back a groan when you clenched over his digits.

“Such a greedy baby. Gripping my fingers even when she’s about to get my dick,” he sneered, pulling his finger out harshly and rubbing your wetness over his length. “Look at me when I fuck you, okay?”

“Y—es, okay.” You bit your lip, shaking underneath him. “Need you, Jimin. So so bad. Please – just, plea—oh!”

You cut off in a gasp when Jimin aligned himself with your entrance, pushing into you slowly. He looked up to find your eyes shut.

“I asked you to look at me!” he growled, glaring at you when your eyes opened. “Eyes. On me. The entire time. Understand?”

You dumbly nodded, and he brought up his hand wet with your arousal to grip at your jaw.

“How many times,” he hissed, “do I have to remind you to speak the fuck up?”

With that, he slid into you in one strong, smooth motion, bottoming out through your slippery channel. You both groaned together, and Jimin’s head fell onto your clavicle. He drew his hips back and thrust back in, shallowly.

“God, you fit me like a fucking glove, baby.”

Pressing kisses into your collarbones, he bit down when you still just moaned in response.

“I still don’t hear your words,” he grunted against your throat.

And yet, all he got from you were little gasps, in time with his slowly moving hips. The hand supporting your thigh separated from your skin, only to reconnect with a resounding slap.

“Speak up.”

You jumped, moaning with your mouth open. “I—I’m sorry – fuck – I’m sorry, Jimin, it just feels so good, baby—ah! I… I under—ah! I understand! I’ll look at you…”

He lifted himself up on his forearms to check whether you really did, and hummed in satisfaction to find your eyes on him.

“Now, was that so difficult?”

He rose to his knees, cradling both your legs around his waist as he drew back and thrust in again. Your warmth enveloped him so well, he had to clamp up all his muscles to maintain his composure.

“How are you so fucking tight, sweetheart, fuck. Squeezing me so fucking good when I just fucked you open with my fingers,” he groaned, driving his hips against yours.

Your heavenly thighs framing him was literally a dream come true and he found himself groaning at the sight of your flesh pressed up against his. Your breasts swayed in time with his thrusts, tempting him to take them into his mouth. So he did, prompting you to lock your ankles at the small of his back as he grabbed at your tits.

A lewd moan tore through your chest. “Fuck! Yes!”

Jimin picked up pace, gleaming eyes stuck on the tantalizing way your soft flesh bulges through his fingers.

"What a fucking sight, baby, fuck."

He removed one hand to press it down over your chest, looking into your barely open eyes. He snapped his hips against yours harder, grinding them when he was balls deep, and you stuttered out a broken rendition of his name.

Jimin's gaze went up to your arms that you'd crossed above your head, away and out of the way.

"What an obedient little baby, ugh," he grunted, leaning over you to lock an appreciative palm over your wrists. "Definitely deserving of a reward for this."

Your breathing grew heavier, gasps melting into little whines at the end.

Jimin licked at your nipple with the flat of his tongue, rolling it over the areola before moving up to suck bruises into your neck.

"Jimin, I—ah! Tha–thank you!" you sobbed.

He hadn't really been expecting you to respond this time, given how delirious you looked, but appreciated it all the same. Appreciated it way too much, in fact because he felt himself throb inside of you.

The hand he’d pressed down on your chest slipped over your collarbones, moving up. It wrapped around the base of your neck, his fingers and thumb pressing into either side as he squeezed a little. Your eyes widened, slowly, irises thinning even further with more arousal bleeding into your orbs.

“You like that?” he rasped, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and grinding his pelvis against your clit.

Your lashes nearly fluttered, but you fought against shutting your eyes and never broke eye contact. “Y–yes, Jimin, it’s s–s–so goo—”

You sputtered into a muted groan under the suddenly increased pressure of Jimin’s fingers. He gripped your thigh firmly with his other hand, pushing it up against your chest and leaning over you to pound into you at a deeper angle.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, hands gripping onto the headboard. “Ji—min, fuck, fuck, fff—ungh!”

Jimin’s hand tightened over your throat, now cutting off some of your air supply and speech abilities. Your muted groans, incoherent yells, his own breathy pants and the wet, smacking sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your room.

He reached up to grip at the headrest, hand closing over one of your own, and fucked you harder, shaking the bed dangerously under the two of you. Your entire body shifted against the mattress with the force of his thrusts, your little shrieks and yelps coordinating with his movements.

Your gaze was completely unfocussed. Jimin could tell you weren’t actually looking at him even when your eyes stayed on his face. But he was looking at you. Oh, God, he was definitely looking. And saving every single inch of your gloriously fucked out self to his memory to revisit for the rest of his fucking life. He wished he could save the way you felt around him to his memory, too, because God knew he’d never felt anything like this before.

He told you as much, grips tightening over your hand around the headboard bar and your throat. You eagerly nodded back, whether in reciprocation to his sentiment or to egg him on, he didn’t know. But he went harder all the same, pulling your other leg over his shoulder, too.

“Min!” you suddenly gasped nearly unintelligibly. His eyebrows furrowed. “I–I’m—”

“Are you close, pretty?” Jimin asked, dropping a wet kiss against your lips when you nodded. “You wanna come, sweetheart?”

You eagerly nodded again, trying to say something else but making zero sense. Jimin choked you harder, making it impossible for you to even try to speak.

His eyes dropped to the place you were joined at, and he watched, transfixed, as your sopping cunt repeatedly swallowed his length. He groaned. “You’re taking me so amazingly, baby, fuck. This tiny pussy spreads so well for me…”

He let go of your throat to reach between your bodies to place his thumb on your clit, a giggle escaping him when it slipped.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby, shit. Can’t even touch you properly…”

He brought his index finger together with his thumb to pinch at your clit.

“Ahhh! Fu~ck! Jimin!”

He smirked at your rough yelps, immediately grumbling a curse when you clenched around him. “You’re so responsive, baby, shit. What an amazing girl. So good to me.”

Your eyelids fluttered at his praise, hips moving against him to meet him thrust for thrust.

“B–baby—so close—”

“Yeah? You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, eyes slitted, but still fixed on him. “Ye–ye—ngh—yes—”

“You’re such a good girl, pretty,” he cooed, letting go of the headboard to grab one of your thighs for leverage, hips pistoning into you at an unforgivable pace. “Deserve to be,” he panted, “fucked so good, you—” he broke off, catching his breath “—you pass out, sweet baby…”

A high pitched moan tore through your chest, knuckles turning white in your tight grip at the headboard, and Jimin massaged your clit with two fingers.

“Come for me, baby. Squeeze my cock, cream all over it, fuck, come on, pretty,” he grumbled, biting his lip at the visual, and ran his nose along the line of your throat.

Your breath was coming in gasps and hiccups and Jimin could feel you gripping his length harder. He breathed out against your neck, flicking his tongue out to taste you before rising up again to look into your feverish eyes. Your nose flared with every broken inhale and breasts pushed up against his chest with every frantic jolt of your body against the headboard.

Jimin could die like this with zero complaints.

“Oh—oh, I’m gonna—Chim, baby, I’m–I’m gonna come, I—”

Your eyes finally broke contact with him, abruptly clenching shut. Your back arched and body froze for a second, and then your walls clenched him so fucking tight and you—

“Jimin, holy fu~ck-k-k-k!”

“Shit shit, you’re so tight, baby, you’ll make me—”

Your pussy spasmed around him, tightening like a vice before easing until it tightened again, and it was all Jimin could do to not profess his undying love to your cunt.

You screamed, stuttering through your words, barely even sounding like yourself, and Jimin continued to furiously drive his cock into you, his tip meeting a spot deep within you and pulling him closer and closer to his own release. Jimin watched with a gaping mouth as you fell back against the bed, his restraint fully undone.

Your eyes opened to meet his own, and arms lowered from their position. Jimin let your thighs off his shoulders, to wrap them around his waist. You hummed, face relaxed and limbs loose. Jimin dipped his head to devour your lips, letting go with a resounding smack when breathing became a trouble.

“Can I touch you?” you then murmured, voice hoarse and worn out, and he felt himself throb a little harder at the knowledge that he’d done this to you.

“Yes—ah, fuck—yes, sweetheart. Yes, you can touch me."

You shakily lowered your palms to his pectoral muscles, and Jimin hissed at the touch of your cold hands against his heated flesh. Your fingers fluttered over his nipples, the softness you eluded in contrast with the ruthless pace he was going at inside you. Jimin grunted when you scraped a nail over one of them. Then you suddenly pinched both of them between your finger and thumb and twisted at the same time, and a groan of pleasure was pulled out of him in between his gasps of exertion.

You were exhausted, though, and so your hands quickly left his chest to wrap around his torso, arms looping beneath his upper arms to grab onto his shoulders. Your lashes fluttered up at him, parted lips shiny with spit now quirking in an open mouthed smirk just as you dug your nails in, and fucking raked them down his back.

"Fu~ck, oh my God!" Jimin gasped loudly, eyes widening at your mischievous expressions.

He was gonna fucking explode without preamble. Letting you touch him was a bad idea.

One of your hands situated itself on the small of his back and the other reached up to wrap around the base of his neck. All your nails scratched at his damp skin, your eyes sparkling when Jimin’s hips faltered in their movement in response.

“You like that, baby?” you whispered in a husk, ankles locking behind his back to pull him further in, and Jimin toppled on top of you with an oomph, chest meshing into your breasts and face falling onto the bed, next to yours.

He growled, scowling when your giggles trickled into his ear.

"You fucking tease, you’re—"

He pulled out of you, and dropping both your legs off his waist, gripped your hands in one of his to tug them up. Grabbing you by your waist, he rose to his knees again and flipped you over beneath him, your yelp of surprise muffled by the pillow your face sank in.

He let go of your hands and waist, sat back on his haunches, and placed both his palms on the gorgeously delicious flare of your hips to drag your ass up. In a second, he slid home, hitting you even deeper at this angle.

The two of you moaned, and Jimin gripped your hips tight to begin a brutal pace, pounding into your weeping cunt with renewed vigour.

"Jimin! Fuck!”

Your shout was followed by you stumbling to rise on your palms, failing and landing on your elbows. He laughed menacingly, smirking at your breathless moans.

“Yes, pretty, hold yourself up like that. My pretty girl… So hardworking, so good. Yeah.”

“Yes… yes, oh my God, Jimin—ie,” you moaned, turning your face to the side so that he could see your gaping mouth, “love it, baby—”

"Yeah, baby," he panted, feeling himself lose coherence at the overwhelming carnality of this position, "I love it, too."

And he did.

The erotic sight before him was straight out of his wildest fantasies.

Your hips, those delicious hips he'd fallen in love with, unknowingly, were held tight in his grasp. Your thighs framed his own, meeting him with lewd slaps with every thrust. The butterfly tattoo between the dimples above your ass seemed to flap its wings with every roll of your ass over his dick, and Jimin had to bite back a moan at the sight of your ass cheeks jiggling with the same motion.

He delivered a smack on one, palming the tender flesh immediately. You shouted his name, head stretched far back and back arching.

Jimin cursed under his breath, letting go of your ass to wind his arms around you. He gripped at your breast, rolling a nipple under his thumb until you mewled in protest, and then slid his palm down your stomach to run his fingers around your stuffed pussy.

“Gonna come for me again?”

You violently shook your head. “No! No, Chim, I can’t, I’m—I’m too sensiti—ah!”

Jimin twirled a finger around your swollen clit, licking his lips. “Yes, you can, pretty, and you will.”

His finger worked in rhythm with his cock, slipping over your sensitive nub just as his balls slapped against your pussy.

“Jimin, too much…” you groaned, elbows giving out.

“Shh, just a little more. My pretty baby will give me another one.”

He wrapped an arm around your hips to hold you up, dipping to plant a kiss between your shoulder blades. Soon enough, your groans of protest were turning into gasps of pleasure. Jimin chuckled against your shoulder, licking a path up the back of your neck.

“Does it feel good now, baby?”

You nodded against your pillow. “So good!”

Jimin fucked into you with renewed conviction, ignoring the cramping in his forearm as he rubbed your clit, this time chasing his own high that he could feel hovering close by.

And then your walls were fluttering around him for the second time just as you sobbed curses into your mattress. Jimin’s brain went haywire at the sensations, hand falling off your clit to grip at your shoulder, his chest pressing up against your back.

“Baby,” he groaned into your neck, “I’m gonna come.”

Your breath hitched, hips making some sorry efforts to push back against him, but the coil beneath his navel tightened all the same. Topped by the sensation of your still spasming cunt, Jimin’s head swam, eyes clenching shut as the coil grew taut with tension and then—

“Fuck fuck fuck, baby, fuuuu~ck—”

The tension in his abdomen snapped, every single nerve ending in his body lighting up as he came, literally exploding with a shout of your name. Tremors overtook his body and his cock twitched, ropes of his release filling up the condom just as his brain blanked out, all sensations leaving him in the wake of the overwhelming ecstasy of his orgasm. White noise filling his ears, he collapsed on top of your body when his knees gave out.

Heavy breathing filled the room for extended minutes.

And then you coughed beneath him, an elbow nudging at his ribs.

“Chim… heavy… can’t breathe…”

He floated back to the world of living with lazy blinks of his eyes, belatedly chuckling when your words registered in his brain. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his softening dick out of you and heaved himself off you to fall on his back on the bed, next to you. His hands still lifeless, he made an effort to roll the condom off himself and tie it up. He peered over the edge of the bed to look for a dustbin, extending an arm to toss the soiled condom in it when he spotted it under your bed.

Once he had comfortably situated himself back in his lying position, he gazed at your nearly lifeless form. You were still lying on your stomach with your head turned towards him, your eyes closed and mouth parted. Jimin could tell you weren’t asleep though, despite the soft rising and falling of your back.

The reality of the situation suddenly hit him like a truck.

He fucked you.

He fucked you – his crush of over a year, the muse of his every lustful pining, the lead actress of his every sexual fantasy, his roommate, and, as of late, also the other girl he had started to lust over.

He fucked you – and you let him. Enjoyed yourself quite a bit too, as far as he could tell.

He finally fulfilled his dream of over a year, holy shit, and it was so fucking good! Better than his expectations!

You suddenly cleared your throat, and Jimin blinked away his mental fistpump.

Your eyes were now open and trained on him. He couldn’t help his answering smirk, rolling onto his side to face you, a hand coming up to rest on the curve of your hips that he had finally had the opportunity to claim. Your cheeks reddened at his action, and his smirk widened a bit.

“So…” he began, biting down on his bottom lip.

“So…?”

He laughed at how awkward you were being.

“So that was fucking fantastic, sweetheart, you’re a sex goddess,” he finished with a roll of his eyes, still chuckling when you scrunched your nose up.

“It most certainly was, Chim,” you mumbled, humming with a smile.

You slowly turned over your side, too, to face him properly. His eyes automatically fell to the globes of your breasts, his smile turning sheepish when you flicked his forehead.

“And you’re a sex god yourself, if we’re really gonna get into it.”

Jimin just smiled at you, too sated and comfortable to stir up anymore conversation, content by just watching the post-orgasmic flush on your face.

You cleared your throat again, gazing away from him. Jimin laughed.

“You can look at me, I don’t mind.”

You snorted. “Of course you don’t, you cocky bastard.”

Jimin quirked an eyebrow when you met his eyes again. “Well, I sure am cocky, ain’t I?”

You gasped in outrage, smacking a palm against his chest which he caught in his own to hold in place. Your face turned serious, gaze dropping to his lips, and he sidled closer to you to brush his nose against yours.

“Chim,” you breathed, rubbing your lips against his, and he responded with a stuttered hum. “Can we… um. Are we gonna do this again?”

He reared away from you in surprise. “Uh…”

Your face fell, eyebrows furrowing, and you sat up, turning away from him. “I—I was just, um… offering? I guess? We totally don’t have to, I—”

Jimiin cut you off with an arm curled around your abdomen. “Come here, you idiot.”

You turned to look at him with wide eyes, and he sat up to face you, sliding close enough to press his chest against your side, consciously not letting his eyes stray beneath your face.

“I was taken aback because I assumed that this would be a regular thing, by default, babe,” he honestly confessed. “I mean, I'm gonna admit… I’ve slept around a lot. More than I should’ve, probably. But the fire you light in me? Yeah, I’ve never felt that before. And now that I have felt it up close, I wanna feel more of it.”

You were shyly biting down on your bottom lip by the time he finished talking, and Jimin couldn’t fathom how you changed into this irresistibly demure girl under his praise when you were a sassy, sexually over-expressive individual on the normal. Not to say he minded, because he liked it. A lot.

“And I’ve kinda wanted to do this with you for a while now, please don’t kill me,” he admitted in a single breath, looking at you with apprehension until your wide eyes reassured him that you weren’t offended.

“I kinda figured that one out already. You talked about having imagined a lot,” you reminded him, and he gave you an unabashed shrug, somewhat surprised you’d retained his passionate confessions.

But then you had him freezing.

“And you’re good, Park. I’d be a hypocrite to kill you when it’s been kinda the same for me,” you said with a casual shrug of your shoulders. “Minus, of course, the sleeping around more than I shou—”

“Wait, wait – what?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You said it’s the same for you—what?”

You squinted at him, huffing out a small, incredulous chuckle. “You seriously don’t have a clue, do you?”

Jimin squinted back. “Clue? About what?”

You looked at him with a torn expression slowly spreading over your face. “I didn’t really plan on bringing this up directly. Ever, if it didn’t come to it. But… guess you’re more oblivious than I thought.”

Jimin thickly swallowed, kind of able to guess where you were headed with this and unable to believe it was happening.

“Well… I had this gigantic crush on you when I moved in,” you mumbled, pulling both your lips into your mouth.

Jimin stopped breathing. You really—?

“What?”

You winced. “I know, I know, it was horrible. But, come on, Park. You’ve looked in a mirror. You know you’re a fucking catch. The first few weeks with you were torture. I’d seen you shirtless a couple of times, and… my mind wasn’t ready to forget that.”

Jimin was sure he was dreaming, at this point. The mindblowing sex had really been a fever dream. He subtly pitched himself, jolting when it hurt.

No, he wasn’t dreaming.

Fuck. Fuck yes! What the fuck?

“Why didn’t you ever say anything, babe?” he mumbled, sounding breathy even to his own ears.

“I – I tried to give you subtle signs, planning to come on to you when I was sure you were reciprocating. Because, as I got to know you, I realized that the attraction wasn’t worth sacrificing our friendship for, and so I didn’t approach you directly.”

Jimin sucked in a harsh breath, shocked at how perfectly your side of the story aligned with his.

“Well, obviously your subtle hints were way too subtle,” he murmured, a little annoyed at fate.

You shot him a glare. “Jimin. Are you serious? I gave up the sorority to live with you!”

Jimin gaped at you, caging you in his arms to put his face next to yours. He narrowed his eyes. “No. You got rejected because you failed an exam and—”

“Oh, my God, Chim! Are you really that naive?” You rolled your eyes with a self-conscious laugh, but something akin to adoration shone on your face. “All those eligibility rules are just on paper! Srats and frats don’t actually reject people that harshly.” You brushed a kiss against his lips, and his breath stuttered. “Besides, I didn’t actually fail that exam, Park.”

Jimin pulled back from you with a loud gasp. “What? Oh, my God—babe! How the hell was I supposed to figure that one out?”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Yeah, alright, that was a tough one. But what about all those tales of my escapades I forced you to listen to? Did you think I was some sort of a closet exhibitionist or something?”

Jimin’s cheeks warmed. He sat back again, shrugging a shoulder. “Well, I don’t kink shame.”

You laughed aloud at that, shaking your head. “I just kept hoping, day after day, for that one fine moment when your resolve would weaken and you’d react. Maybe pull me in for a kiss? Or, at the very least, show me a sign that you were bothered by those talks? But no! You just sat back like a darn wingman, and never showed any interest. The only crack I saw was last night, and even then you didn’t revolt over me talking about sucking a random guy’s dick! You didn’t even try to ask who the guy was!”

Jimin shook his head. “It was very difficult, on all occasions but especially last night, I assure you. But I didn’t wanna come off as a pervert and have you run out of the house.”

“That would never have happened.” You bit your lip. “Gosh. We could’ve really been doing this a year ago!”

“Damn. That’s a lot of wasted time, shit.” Jimin exhaled, still reeling. It suddenly came back to him. “Was the Taehyung thing meant to rile me up, too, or…?”

Guilt spread on your face, cheeks flushing. You shook your head and Jimin gaped at you.

“That was pretty real, I’m afraid. I—hey, don’t give me that look! I was pretty frustrated, okay? You weren’t budging from being a good friend, I was getting kinda desperate here.”

Jimin still scowled at you. “You sent him nudes, ma’am. The biggest fuckboy on the entire campus has your nudes. And he obviously doesn’t have any qualms sharing them with people; exhibit a – me.”

You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. “Well, they don’t have my face, so…”

“And thank God for that! Or I’d have to hack into the fucker’s phone to burn them out of existence!”

A teasing smile crawled up your face. “Look at you getting all protective and shit after having sex once, huh?”

Jimin stiffened, worried he’d overstepped. Your eyes widened, too, and you hurried to shake your head.

“Not – not in that sense! I’m not proposing a relationship—” You cut yourself off with a wince. “I mean, not yet—” You cut yourself off again when his eyes widened, before giving up. “You know what? I’m just gonna shut up.”

Jimin shook with silent laughter. You huffed, petulantly, grabbing your t-shirt from the edge of the bed to toss it over your body.

“Hey, listen,” Jimin called out, pulling both your hands in his, “let me help you sort things out?” At your timid nod, he smiled. “I liked what we did. A lot. And I’d like to do more of it. A lot more of it. We good so far?”

You chuckled, looking away from him. “Yes.”

“Great. Next, I think it’s too soon to be jumping into a relationship. But I may be open to it in future,” he tentatively continued, eyes stuck to yours.

You exhaled at his words, face flooding with what looked like relief. You gave him a nod. “Yes. Yes, that. Exactly that.”

“So, we’re on the same page then?”

“The same sentence, too.”

Jimin felt his own inhibitions lower at your enthusiastic tug at his hands. This didn’t feel awkward, at all. This felt good.

So good. Wow.

Your gaze dropped to his crotch, surprising him. But instead of feeling self-conscious, he felt like teasing you.

He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “The same sentence, you say? Is it, perhaps, a question that begins with ‘what about’ and ends with ‘a second round’?”

Your cheeks puffed out in an attempt to contain your laughter. “It does, as a matter of fact. Followed by an all-caps ‘yes’, and an asterixed clause saying ‘I get to be on top, this time’.”

Jimin broke down into fits of uncontrollable laughter, falling into your lap, and you followed suit, tilting to a side on the bed.

God. You were the same level of crack-headed as him. This was gonna go so well, fuck. He couldn’t wait.

Jimin glanced at the clock on your nightstand when you were both sufficiently calmed, turning to grin at you. “It’s been over an hour since you were due for your video call. Taehyung must be losing his mind.”

Your brows arched in surprise. “Oh, I completely forgot about that!”

Jimin licked his lips, pulling you over his lap. “Uh huh. That’s really good to know.”

You eyed his lips. “I’m just gonna block him. He won’t even miss me. Bet he’ll get over it in a day.”

“I support that action.”

Going by the way he’d drooled over you, it might take the guy longer than a day. But Jimin was positive it won’t be longer than a week.

“So, about that asterixed clause,” Jimin began in a murmur, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Yes?” you responded with your eyes gleaming in excitement.

Jimin bit his lip. “I support that action, too.”

With a squeal, you rushed to pull your t-shirt off, and Jimin would’ve laughed at your enthusiasm if he wasn’t moaning at the sight of your sexy body that he really couldn’t get enough of.

The next time Jimin saw Taehyung was for the psych class on Monday.

True to character, he was already drooling over someone else. And dude was so lost exploring the slew of nudes he received to pick out a candidate to spend the night with, that he didn't even notice Jimin’s own barely concealed groans as he looked at the Snaps you’d sent him.

“Park, man, I think I’m in love.”

Jimin blinked away from the picture of your pussy glimpsing past the new thong you’d bought, with a ‘what sentence we on today?’ written over it, and hurriedly locked his phone. Taehyung was longingly staring at his own phone screen when he turned to face the guy.

“You’re what?”

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “Gosh, man, that fucking ass—ugh!”

Jimin rolled his eyes, chuckling. “You’re in love with her ass?”

“His. His ass. Says his name’s Yeon Kimin. Weird, but I ain’t tryna marry him. But dude, those pasty fucking globes—oh my God…”

Jimin smoothly tuned the guy’s lustful musings out to focus on his phone. Unlocking it, he discreetly placed it beneath the table to open Snapchat and click a picture of himself with his lower lip tucked between his teeth and an eyebrow raised. He quickly typed a ‘we replacing that thong with these lips, obv’ over it and hit send.

You typed back a response, this time, a blue bubble appearing in his notifications.

not just a roomie👅 storage room behind the photo studio in ten PLEASE

Save the begging for later, sweetheart ;) Meet you in 5

Jimin locked his phone and picked up his bag to slink out of the classroom, smirking at Taehyung’s raised eyebrows. The guy sent back a dirtier smirk, mouthing ‘get it, soldier’ with a wink and a thumbs up.

God, what a guy.

Jimin ran out with a skip in his steps, full of excitement and energy, now that his nights were actually full of sleep and not visions of you. They didn’t have to be, when his days were already full of the real you, did they?

Nope.

I don't wanna take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time. Baby girl, won't you come my way? Baby girl, won't you come for me~

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mono-moonchilds · 2 years

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FREAK │JHS

⤑ series: smutty song series (smutty little scenarios based around smutty songs)

⤑ pairing: idol!hoseok x femblack!reader

⤑ genre: smut!! somewhat angsty at the end but not really (y/n just in her feels a little)

⤑ rating: explicit (18+)

⤑ word count: 2.3K

⤑ summary: Freak like me. You want a good girl that does bad things to you. You never been with no one as nasty as me. Spice up your life, come get a freak. Freak like me.

⤑ warnings: public groping, handjobs, finger sucking, light choking, softdom!y/n, subbish!hoseok, face fucking, deep throating, riding, car sex, public sex, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, fingering, nipple sucking, y/n just missed her man a lot.

⤑ Song: Freak by Doja Cat

⤑ A/N: omg thank you for so much interest in the teaser?? i really did not expect it to get that much attention. im a lil nervous now lol but i hope you guys enjoy!!

Sweet. Innocent. Cute.

Is probably how anyone else would have described you if asked.

You liked to put on a show, giving shy smiles, quietly hanging under him when you guys went around his bandmates. You had everyone wrapped around your finger, sucked deep into this fake persona but Hoseok knew the truth.

That while you were sending those innocent smiles you were also underneath the table grasping at his cock, leaning over whispering the filthiest shit into his ear every chance you got. Acting clueless when his members would ask him what was wrong like you weren’t the problem.

"Are you feeling sick honey?”

You questioned him with big wide eyes completely contrasting how in the same exact moment your thumb swiped across his head, massaging the precum that’d escaped into it.

Letting out a choked cough Hoseok nodded his head. He looked over at you, sending a discreet warning look to which you ignored, giving him a gentle smile, before turning your attention back to Jimin who was talking about something that he’d lost track of a while ago.

Hoseok couldn’t focus on anything with the way your soft hand reached down gently squeezing his balls, slowly massaging his length, before going back up to his sensitive tip.

He had to admit, you were a woman of your word.

Last night you’d talked about how once you saw him he wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him. Describing in bold detail what you wanted to do to him, what you wanted him to do to you, Hoseok just never thought it would start here.

With every stroke he felt himself growing closer. With his index finger he tapped on your inner thigh trying to warn you, the last thing Hoseok wanted to do was cum in front of his best friends, but of course you didn’t stop. You just grasped at his dick a bit tighter, giving it long hard strokes just the way he liked it.

“Shit…” Hoseok swore under his breath. The light taps on your thigh changing to a tight hold but you still never looked his way. A whimper left his mouth, eyes fluttering closed and then-

"I think we are going to have to call it a night guys.” Your hand pulled away. Hoseok's eyes popped open another swear word leaving his mouth as he felt his orgasm disappear just as quickly as it came. “Hoseok was complaining about a stomach ache earlier.”

You looked over at him and maybe if your hand hadn’t been down his pants literal seconds ago even Hoseok would’ve believed your little lie.

“Ye-yeah sorry guys. I thought I’d be able to get through the dinner.”

A slew of disappointed groans rang out amongst the table.

“Hope you feel better.” Yoongi said, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You both said your goodbyes, everyone telling Hoseok to feel better. Strategically you placed your sweater into his lap before getting up.

“We’ll see you next time guys.” You waved before sliding his hand in your own, directing him away.

With every twist of your hips the little tennis skirt you were wearing would bounce up slightly giving Hoseok a peak at the pale pink lace panties you were wearing.

Hoseok isn’t even able to get a word out before you have him pressed up against the elevator wall as soon as the door closes. With your full breasts pushed up against him, you look up at him, lust sparkling in your dark brown eyes.

‘I missed you so much.” Your hand found its way back into his sweats wrapping around his cock.

“Shit…” Hoseok breathed out. “I can tell.”

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course. You know that.”

And you did, a knowing smile spreading across your face.“I’m so glad you're back. There’s only so much I can do on my own. Your touch,” You planted a kiss on his clothes chest. “Your taste.” Another peck. “You can’t leave me like this.” A pout formed on your lips.

“I know, baby.” With one swift move Hoseok took his foot lightly, kicking your feet apart enough, slotting his thigh between your legs. You breathed out, eyes fluttering closed. “You're so wet.” He could feel the dampness seeping through his clothes.

Ever so slightly you rolled your hips, your glossy lips falling apart. “Missed you so much.” You repeated with a whine.

He watched as you pulled up your skirt, dipping your hand into your panties, pulling out two slick covered fingers. A moan left his lips and without needing to be told Hoseok leaned forward circling his tongue around. A low whimper left your mouth as you watched him. A dark look filled your eyes as ever so slightly you pushed your fingers deeper into his mouth.

The elevator stopped, soon followed by a ding making the two of you pull away. Your quick to smooth down your skirt, seamlessly transforming back into the girl everyone knew you to be. Hoseok wrapped his hand in yours pulling you out of the elevator.

He didn’t want that girl.

Hoseok wanted his girl.

The one with the filthy mouth. The one that stroked his dick under the table despite there being a room full of people. The one that sent him long videos of her bouncing up and down on a fake cock whining about how much she missed him.

His filthy-mouthed little vixen that covered it all with a sweet face.

Your legs could barely keep up as he pulled you through the parking lot. Once you made it to the truck Hoseok unlocked it, nudging you towards the back seats.

“Someone could walk by.”

“You just almost made me cum in front of my entire team. Do you really give a shit?”

A wicked smile flickered across your features.

There was his girl.

Hoseok barely has the car door closed before you're on him. Your hands and lips are everywhere on his skin. A loud moan leaves Hoseok’s mouth as you grind your wet cunt down onto his cock.

“Wanna suck your dick.” You murmur against his lips. “Can I? Can I please suck your dick?”

With the way you were looking at him Hoseok couldn’t say no. (Not that he actually wanted to.)

You giggle excitedly as you move off his lap making Hoseok wonder how someone can be so sexy yet cute at the same time.

With a few tugs Hoseok’s sweats and boxers are pulled down, a low moan leaving his mouth as the air smacks against his cock.

There is a greedy look in your eyes as you scramble to your knees on the leather seats with your ass arched in the air, skirt falling forwards. Hoseok expects the usual teasing, the peppered kisses on his tip followed by kitten licks but instead you go straight in taking his dick in your mouth, pushing it down your throat.

With your eyes squeezed shut you swallow him down until your nose is resting on his skin. Hoseok groaned, head falling back onto the headrest as he watched you. “Fuck….baby,” He’s whining when you pull off of him, jerking his wet cock in your hand as you suckle his balls into your mouth.

Your thumb rolls into his tip spreading the little bits of cum all over. Dropping his balls from your mouth you move back up, pushing just the head into your mouth swirling your tongue around like it was a piece of your favorite candy. Hoseok has to force his eyes closed trying his hardest not cum right then and there.

He can hear a soft laugh leave your mouth as you become aware of what he’s doing but of course you don’t let up. Like the little demon you are, you just shove him back into your mouth, swallowing around his length as you take it in. The little gasps and moans leaving Hoseok’s mouth makes you proud. You’d missed hearing him lose it in person so much.

There is a nudge at his hand and Hoseok opens his eyes to see you nudging his hand with your own trying to push it towards your head. Hoseok already thinks he knows what you want but just to be sure he mumbles a quick “Can I?” You nod your head and not needing to be told twice Hoseok rests his hand in your curls, gripping them ever so slightly.

You tap his thigh signaling to him that he could go. Hoseok is moving his hips forward slowly at first but it doesn’t take him long to lose control, dick smacking the back of your throat every time he thrusts in. You love it though, fingers finding their way to your clit as he fucks your face with fervor.

The obscene noises that escape your mouth each time he pushes in eggs him on. “Holy shit, baby please.” He can feel the pressure building up in the bottom of his belly. Hoseok tries to slow down but when he stops his thrusts you just go back to sucking him down.

“Wa-wait baby please. Gonna-gonna cum.” Of course you don’t listen. You swallow around his dick one more time before thick spurts of cum bursts into your mouth. Hoseok shudders as he cums, letting out a loud cry as the pleasure racks through his body.

You hold him in your mouth swallowing everything down, waiting until his shaking stops before you pull away. With a proud smile you show him a clean tongue making a fucked out grin spread across his face.

“Fuck,” Hoseok breathed out. Eyes feeling heavy as he tried to force them to keep open. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a long time.”

“I’d hope not. I’m the only one who's allowed to do that to you.”

“You are, baby. No one but you.”

You leaned up pressing a kiss on his lips then neck. “Please play with me.” You whispered, taking his hand guiding it to your cunt.

You were soaking wet. Panties drenched through and through. Moans spilled from your mouth as Hoseok’s fingers rubbed against your clit. You looked so pretty, mouth slightly ajar and eyes fluttered close. Every sound you made went straight to his dick. Hoseok leaned forward, pushing up your top, taking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the nub, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking.

Moving from your clit Hoseok pushes his finger into your cunt. Despite him being gone for long, it only took him a few seconds to find that spot pushing up against it as he scissored his fingers into your hole.

Your back arched up, pushing into him more. “I could come like this….buh-but I don’t wanna. Wanna-wanna ride you.”

“Please,” Hoseok immediately begged.

“Can you handle it?”

He nodded. Looking down you could see he was hard again. Hoseok wasn’t sure how long he’d last but none of that mattered.

“Just a little sen-”

But before he could even get the last word of his sentence out you’d already grabbed his cock, sliding down on it. There was no build-up, as soon as you had him in you, you took off. The truck filled with the sound of skin slapping as you bounced up and down.

Hoseok had to force his eyes closed. The fear that if he watched you he’d burst right there, but not even that helped. The moans, your nails digging into his skin, it just egged him closer.

There was no real rhythm as you fucked him, only plain desperation. Often going from bouncing then to grinding. Your hips moved eagerly in search of an orgasm.

He felt your hand find its way to his neck, fingers pressing lightly against it. “Look at me.” You ordered softly.

Hoseok listened, his eyes first falling on your breast that jiggled in his face with every bounce, then on a pleasure-induced smile that filled your face as you looked down at him.

“Love you so much.”

Hoseok opens his mouth beginning to say it back, but the only thing he’s able to get out is an ‘I-’ before he feels everything hit.

There’s no time to warn you as his hips shoot up, pleasure coursing throughout his body. Hoseok can hear himself saying something but none of it makes sense. It's just a jumbled-up bunch of words.

You don’t slow down either. He didn’t think it was possible but you start moving faster. Each thrust of your hips seemingly pulls more and more cum from him.

“Fuck..baby please.” Hoseok cried out. He wasn’t sure what he was even begging for. If he was begging you to slow down or keep going. It was so much but it felt so good.

You just kept using him and using him until with a familiar clench a loud scream left your throat. You fucked him through your orgasm and only when you were done did your body fall slack against his.

The two of you are quiet for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” Is the first thing you say. You lean back off resting on his shoulder to look at him.

No longer is the girl from just a few seconds ago there anymore. It was just the soft,sweet one that everyone knew and loved.

The one that would call him sometimes crying over how much she missed him and would send him morning texts that counted down the days until the two of you saw each other again.

You looked at him begging with those big round eyes for a yes and even though it’s a promise that both of you know he will never be able to keep, knowing that just in a few months he’ll probably be back on tour, Hoseok agrees

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syubseokie · 3 years

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jealous (m) | jjk

― pairing: fem!reader x jungkook (jeon jungkook); fem!reader x vmin if you squint ― genre: established relationship!au, non-idol!au, smut ― warnings: age gap (2 years), swearing, alcohol, jealous!reader x jealous!jungkook, noona kink (sorry not sorry), explicit sexual content, softdom!jungkook, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, light choking, squirting, creampie ― summary: reader is jungkook’s hot older girlfriend and is well-acquainted with the clubbing lifestyle. Along with yoongi, hoseok, jimin and taehyung, they head out to one of the clubs where jungkook fights an internal battle regarding his girlfriend. OR the one where our reader has a ‘noona’ kink and jungkook almost fucks her in an elevator ― notes: this is a re-written version of my 2015 story that you can find here. loosely inspired by nick jonas & tinashe’s ‘jealous (remix)’ (2016) and man-bun!jungkook | cross-posted from ao3

∞

Friday night.

You carefully apply a coat of what you have dubbed your favourite ‘black like my soul’ lipstick, then place a tissue between your plump lips. “How far away are you and the boys?” you ask into your cell phone that sits atop your vanity dresser. You closely examine your painted lips in the mirror, liking what you see.

Perfect, you smirk.

“We’re around the corner,” a deep voice on the other end of the core replies and your core clenches in memory of the face the voice belongs to. “Are you almost ready?”

Stepping back to admire your reflection, you smooth down the wrinkles in your skirt and turn on every angle to see if anything is out of place. “I’m just doing my final touches,” you answer, raising the volume of your voice just a tiny bit so they can hear. “Do you want to beep and I’ll come out, or did you want to come inside first?” You begin to pack the necessary makeup, your ID, and credit cards into a small purse.

Some rustling on the other end is heard before the male responds, “We’ve actually just pulled up in front of your apartment if you’re ready.”

Checking your reflection one last time and sending a quick selfie with the caption ‘guess who’s going out tonight?’, you switch your bedroom lights off, then proceed to make sure that all the necessary electrical switches around your apartment are turned off as well. “I’m just locking up now and I’ll be down in less than two.”

“Okay then, noona,” the voice says, “see you soon.”

∞

“Is she on her way down?” Jimin asks, squinting out the car window for any sign of the female.

Jungkook makes a humming noise as he ends the call and slides his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “She’s just locking up.”

“Are you excited, Kook?” The excited grin Taehyung wears matches the energy in his voice. “This is your guys’ first time clubbing together, right?”

The youngest male shrugs with nonchalance, hiding his nerves.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Jimin exclaims. “He gets to show off his hot, older girlfriend.”

Even before the two of you had started dating, Jungkook knew you were a social butterfly that thrived on having your Friday and Saturday filled with drinks and dancing. It is how we met after all, he muses. Your reputation for getting “turnt up”, as Taehyung had once so eloquently put it, was renowned within the group, and it was common knowledge that you were a “go hard or go home!” type of party person.

A smack on his shoulder brings Jungkook out of his thoughts and Jimin points out the window. “Here she comes.”

Hoseok, who is sitting in the driver’s seat as the night’s DSD (Designated Sober Driver), whistles in appreciation.

“Better watch your girl,” Taehyung jesters, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook glances out the window and he can’t help that the sight of you exiting the building makes the area around his crotch a just a little bit tighter.

You look drop-dead hot and you know it. Sauntering towards the vehicle wearing a black velvet spaghetti strap mini dress and your ‘step on my neck’ thigh high stilettos in the same colour, you know the boys are looking at you and you can’t help but add a little more sway to your hips as a smirk graces your dark lips. The front passenger seat window rolls down to reveal Yoongi giving you a once-over.

“Is it too late to say I like pussy?” he jokes, and you playfully twirl like you’re on a catwalk; revealing a cheeky glimpse of your backside and the thin black material that sits comfortably between your round cheeks.

“Only if Hoseok joins.”

The car door opens and Jungkook steps out, looking absolutely delectable in a light charcoal gray suit with his freshly dyed purple locks pulled back in a bun. The two of you share a hungry look, and as you slide into the car, Jungkook is tempted to pull you back out and drag you back into your apartment.

“Gentlemen,” you greet, putting your seatbelt on, “How are we all?”

They greet you excitedly, complimenting your look for the night.

“It’s giving Ariana Grande’s ‘Break up with your Boyfriend.” Taehyung muses, childishly snapping the strap of your dress. “Spicy.”

You roll your eyes and focus your attention on the boy sitting next to you. A genuine, soft smile appears on your face as you take Jungkook’s hand and place a kiss on his tattooed knuckles. “Hi baby,” you whisper softly, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He squeezes your hand affectionately, loss for words, when the black choker around your neck catches his eye and he zeroes in on the small diamante initials dangling in the centre.

JK.

His brain short-circuits and his pants grow uncomfortably tighter. The sound of your voice saying his name brings him out of his stupor and his gaze quickly travels down your form, soaking you in. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the pink in your cheeks and the slight hitch in your breath when his fingers reach up to touch the material around your neck.

“Do you like it?” Your words are barely audible, only loud enough for him to hear, and he nods before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and wrapping you under his arm.

“You look beautiful, noona.”

You preen at the compliment, but you can’t help but notice that there is something off. You are not sure how or what it is, but the slight twitch in his pierced brow and the clenched fist on his lap has you concerned. “Jungkook,” you cup his face, bringing his attention to your slightly worried face. “Are you alright? You seem a little on edge?”

He isn’t sure how to answer but he feels awful when he sees your eyebrows stitch together in uncertainty. “I’m fine,” he reassures. He un-clenches his fist and caresses the apple of your cheeks. Your eyes close and you lean into his soft touch; the smell of him overwhelming your senses with comfort and longing. “Just a little tired, that’s all. I’ll be fine once we get to the club.” He boops your nose affectionately, breaking into a smile that warms your heart and the space between your legs.

You return his smile and whisper playfully into his ear, “We don’t have you go out tonight if you don’t want to. I’m happy just to stay home and have our own little birthday celebration.”

“We already did,” his tone matches the sultriness in your own, “On my actual birthday night, remember?”

You smirk knowingly. “Oh, I remember. And I won’t argue against skipping tonight if we get to do it again.”

A gagging noise breaks the obvious sexual tension between the two of you, and you both turn to glare at Jimin who is staring back at you with a semi-disgusted look on his face. “I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you two get up to in the room but unless you’re inviting all of us, please don’t make me privy to it.”

You grin mischievously. “All you have to do is ask, Park.”

His cheeks are red with embarrassment - and arousal, which he will vehemently deny - and you send him a flirty wink and air kiss before settling back into Jungkook’s embrace. The light touch of your lips on his cheeks and the cheers from your friends as Taehyung passes around a flask is enough to calm Jungkook’s nerves.

∞

The club is as busy as expected. You weren’t really one to skip lines, but seeing that you actually knew one of the bouncers ― “Namjoon!” you cry happily, engulfing the tall blond in your arms and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Your eyes bulge at his solid chest. “Since when did you get these?” ― you and the boys were lucky enough to bypass the thirty minute wait and get a free round of drinks from the Bar Manager and Namjoon’s boyfriend, Seokjin.

Jungkook won’t admit it, but your friendly personality and knack for knowing everyone did have its benefits.

However, standing at the bar next to Yoongi and Hoseok watching you and the dynamic duo grind to the beat of whatever generic pop remix the DJ is spinning, does nothing to placate the irritated feeling in his chest. His grip on the glass in his hand tightens and his left eye twitches when you grind your backside provocatively against Taehyung’s belt and Jimin slides his thigh between your legs. Your arms are wrapped around Jimin’s neck loosely and your head is thrown back against Taehyung’s shoulder while his hands rest comfortably on your hips, guiding them along to the beat of the music.

“I know that look,” Seokjin says loudly as he rests his arms on the counter, slightly scaring the younger male. “Think of it this way; at least she’s not doing that with two complete strangers.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens as he takes a sip of the strong drink. “I would rather her not be doing that with anyone at all.”

Yoongi side-eyes Jungkook with concern. “Are you alright kid? You seemed upset earlier this evening.”

“It’s nothing.” Jungkook waves his hand dismissively before finishing his drink. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, encouraging the younger to speak. “It’s just that...” he sighs, unsure of how to continue, “I know the three of them have history―”

“The three of them have been friends for a very long time,” Hoseok, his chin resting on Yoongi’s shoulder, interrupts with a comforting, but firm, smile. “I know where your mind is at, JK, but Yoongi and I have also known her just as long as those two have. Trust us. Trust them.

“Trust her.” Yoongi finishes, sending Hoseok a thankful smile and subtly rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

Jungkook casts another look out onto the dance floor and sees you sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, head thrown back in full laughter as they lead you in a very awkward yet hilarious three-person tango.

Sighing guiltily, he scans the nearest bathroom and tells his friends he’ll be right back. Thankfully there is no line and he nods at the security guard standing in front of the bathroom door. It is empty inside so he quickly relieves himself then washes his hands. As he pulls his hair into a small ponytail ― “Man bun,” he hears you chide with a small giggle ― letting a few tendrils frame his face, he stares at his reflection.

Come on man, he scolds, get it together.

He splashes some water on his face, and then with one final look in the mirror for confidence, he exits the bathroom. He immediately spots Hoseok and Yoongi on the dance floor with you, and his eyes soften as he watches the four males cheer and hype you up. He is undeniably in love with you, and when he locks eyes with you amongst the crowd, your lips curling into a coaxing smirk, he feels the blood from his head rush down to the semi-hard appendage in his pants.

He begins to make his way through the crowd when suddenly, he feels a light tap on his shoulder.

Confused, he turns around and is greeted by a petite female he doesn’t recognise.

“Sorry,” she says, nervously biting her lips, “I don’t mean to bother you…” she casts a quick look backwards.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brows furrowing in concern. He follows her gaze, trying to see what she is looking at or looking for, but the woman is already facing him. She steps closer to him and he forces himself to remain in his spot. “Is something wrong?”

She lowers her head hesitantly and Jungkook has to bend to hear her, “My ex is at the bar and has been harassing me all night.”

Not one to leave someone unhelped, Jungkook scans the area for any available security. “Do you need me to call security?”

“No!” she cries, confusing him. Before he can react, she grabs his hands and places them on her hips before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. “He’s not dangerous, just persistent. If he sees me dancing with someone else, he’ll leave me alone.”

“Oh.” Jungkook gulps nervously and he can feel his hands getting clammy. “Um…” he tries to inconspicuously wipe his hands on her dress, but the movement is misconstrued when the female takes it as a sign to press her body closer to his.

∞

“I should probably go and help him,” you sigh pitifully, watching your sweet, sweet boyfriend struggle to politely remove the woman’s arms wrapped around his neck. You can’t help but feel a certain type of way as your eyes rake over Jungkook’s toned figure. His shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoos, and your mouth salivates at the sight. Never have you been so attracted to someone before.

It’s something you consider making very clear to the woman trying to seduce your boyfriend on the dance floor.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?” Taehyung jokes as he and Jimin stand either side of you, also watching the scene in front of them. The three of you are resting against a wall that gives you a full visual of the dance floor, while Yoongi and Hoseok have wandered to the bathroom.

“Please. I don’t get jealous.”

As if mocking you, the DJ smoothly transitions the current set into Nick Jonas and Tinashe’s remix of ‘Jealous’, and your two friends snicker at the irony.

“I think both the universe and the DJ disagrees with you.”

“Don’t make me stab you with my heel, Kim.”

He has the audacity to wink. “Wouldn’t be the first time, babe.”

“I’ll make sure it hurts this time.”

“Promises, promises,” he tuts, running a hand through his honey-blonde locks.

“If you two are finished sharing your pain kinks,” Jimin interrupts with an eye roll at your antics, “I think our golden boy might actually need rescuing.”

Landing one last jab in your friend’s abdomen, you redirect your attention back to your boyfriend. Your eyes narrow when the female whispers in his ear, a flirtatious smile painting her red lips, before she spins and seductively slides her body down his front and then slowly grinds her backside back up his leg.

Wordlessly, you push yourself off the wall and make your way towards Jungkook, leaving Jimin and Taehyung watching you maneuver through the crowd. They admire the way your presence alone has people seamlessly moving out of your way.

“The power she holds…” Jimin murmurs.

Taehyung nods in agreement, licking his lips.

∞

Jungkook is frozen when the woman turns around and faces him once again, her chest against his and her lips dangerously close to his neck. He doesn’t deny that the woman in his arms is attractive, but the strong scent of her perfume tingles his nasal senses in a not-so-nice way, and he fights the urge to sneeze.

She peers up at him with a small, flirtatious smile. “I’m sorry for coming so strongly onto you like this,” she purrs, and Jungkook notes that the coquettish lilt in her tone is anything but apologetic. “But I really appreciate you coming to my rescue.”

I didn’t though, Jungkook thinks to himself. His fists clench at his side. “It’s not a problem…” he curses the way he stumbles over his words. “Do you think your ex has left yet?”

The woman hums, throwing an all-too-quickly half-hearted look over her shoulder before returning her attention back to the young male. “No, he’s still there. We’ll just have to keep dancing until he gets bored.” Her eyes flutter innocently. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Uh…” Before Jungkook can even think of a reply, he feels an arm slide between his and gently grab his hand. The touch is familiar and Jungkook visibly relaxes as you stand next to him and uncurl his fist to interlace his fingers with yours. “Noona…” he breathes in relief.

To anyone looking, the smile on your face appears warm and easy-going. But Jungkook recognises the look in your eye, and he’s torn between being grateful or nervous. “Baby,” you coo, placing a soft kiss on Jungkook’s cheek that has him blushing at the public display of affection. “Who’s your friend?”

The woman pauses, the frown on her face declaring her obvious unhappiness at your presence, then folds her arms defensively. “We were just dancing.”

“When?”

The woman falters. “When what?”

“When did I ask?” Your tone is sharp, scathing, as you finally turn your attention to her and raise a perfectly arched brow; silently daring her to speak.

Like something out of a K-drama scene, the female scoffs. “Who are you? His girlfriend?”

You almost laugh at the cheesiness. Thanks to the inches in your heels, you stand a few centimetres taller than her, making your presence that more intimidating. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Is he not allowed to dance with other women?” she sneers and you sigh, bored.

Deciding to ignore the woman altogether, you gaze at Jungkook, who is staring back at you adoringly, your free hand creeping up his back to lightly graze the back of his neck. You ask, “Home time?” and he nods fervently. Without sparing another glance at the female, you lead Jungkook by the hand. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, he is in awe at how your presence parts the crowd on the floor like the Red Sea.

The two of you reach the rest of the boys by the bar, and with a simple, “we’re off; love yous” followed by Hoseok reminding you to text them when you get home, the two of you exit the club and catch a taxi back to your apartment.

∞

Although the ride back to your apartment is quick, Jungkook struggles to hold himself together in the backseat as your hands lightly trace non-existent patterns on his thigh while holding a small conversation with the driver. He doesn’t know how you’re able to multitask so effortlessly when he’s shifting uncomfortably at the tightness in his pants, but he draws it up to one of your many talents.

When the taxi pulls up outside your apartment complex, Jungkook hurriedly places a large bill in the driver’s hand, telling him to keep the change, before helping you out of the car and pulling you towards the entrance to your building. Your melodic laughter rings throughout the lobby as you wait for the elevator ― your building’s security guard acknowledges the two of you from their post with a knowing smile ― and when the doors close and the lift ascends, Jungkook’s large hands are cupping your face as he presses his lips against yours. He licks at the seam of your mouth, foregoing any softness you’re used to, and when you part your lips, his tongue is exploring every crevice inside.

There is urgency and want in the kiss which you return happily.

Reaching up, you playfully tug on the man bun that has been giving you grief since the start of the night and Jungkook moans at the sensation of his hair being pulled. The sound shoots straight to your core, and you grind helplessly against his thigh that slides between your legs. You moan at the friction.

With one hand, he frantically pulls your already short dress higher; his palm sliding the material further up before gripping your thigh and wrapping it around his waist, the heel of your boot digging into his back deliciously. You sigh happily; the cool metal of his buckle hitting your centre. It’s not exactly what you want, but you don’t complain. Anything will do if it is rubbing against your covered clit.

Jungkook smirks into the kiss and grinds his hard, albeit clothed, cock against your core. The sound you make drives him crazy. “You’re so needy, noona.” He pants, trailing kisses down the column of your neck. He is greeted by the velvet material around your neck, and the bejewelled initials dangling in the centre brings out something feral in him. “Did you wear this just for me, hm?” he asks, fingers lightly grazing the choker.

“Jungkook…”

He raises a pierced brow and you can’t find it in yourself to argue at how hot the simple action is. “While I enjoy hearing my name spill from your lips, that’s not the answer I was looking for.”

You’re dazed and confused, the bright lights from the elevator blinding you as you feel Jungkook’s deft fingers lightly graze your neck, your clavicle, down between the valley of your breasts, and then disappearing beneath your dress. You can barely breathe his name, but when you feel the briefest of touches against the material covering your centre, you can’t help the long drawn out “yes” that falls from your lips. The sound is embarrassingly pornographic, and you hate that with just the simplest of touches, Jungkook has you reduced to a wanton mess.

“Say it again for me.” Your boyfriend coaxes, his long digits inching towards the band of your underwear. “Did you wear that choker just for me?”

You bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep your noises at bay, but Jungkook is having none of that. He kisses you harshly, nipping your lip hard but not enough to draw blood, as his fingers slide beneath the material that guards the place where you want him most. You move your hips reflexively against his thigh, but the pressure isn’t enough, making you whimper needily. “Kook...please...want you…”

“Right here?” Jungkook asks, his fingers caressing your lower lips. “In this elevator?”

You whimper again and Jungkook offers you a moment of reprieve. The pads of his fingers find the nub hidden between your lower lips, and you sigh in relief. Gently, he rubs circles and whispers words of encouragement as your arms come up behind his neck and your hands find purchase in his hair. Sliding your wetness from your clit to your entrance, you shiver at the feeling, pleading with him to use his fingers. “Jungkook…” you moan, grinding down. “Stop teasing. Please.”

His thumb on your clit feels euphoric, but your core clenches around nothing and you want more. Need more. His lips are on your neck and his voice is soft when he says, “Whatever you want, noona.”

Satisfaction and excitement courses through your body when he rubs his middle finger against your entrance, but the feeling is interrupted when the sound of the elevator doors opening pulls you from your reverie.

“Fuck!” Jungkook growls in frustration and he reluctantly retracts his fingers to help adjust your clothes.

The two of you are breathing heavily when you part, dishevelled, but the look you share is animalistic and impatient. You exit the lift and swiftly walk to your apartment door; Jungkook right at your heels, his hands tightly gripping your sides and his teeth lightly nibbling on the clear expanse of your neck. Your mind is clouded with arousal and want as you struggle to open your door.

“Noona,” he grunts, grinding his hard length against your cheeks, “If you don’t hurry and open your apartment, I will fuck you against this door and I won’t care who sees us.”

You are tempted to just let it happen when your core clenches around absolutely nothing, but the sliver of conscious that reminds you that you like living in this building and footage of you having sex with your boyfriend in the hallway is a one-way ticket to eviction is enough for you to clumsily unlock your front door. The two of you stumble into your place, quickly dropping your belongings on the side table near the entrance followed by a swift back kick that slams the front door close.

Without warning, Jungkook pins you against the door, the look in his eyes commanding you to stay put as he drops to his knees. His hands are soft as he brings one leg up over his shoulder and noses your thigh up your dress. The smell of you is familiar and the purple-haired boy snarls at the memory of your taste.

“Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me,” he whispers and you nod frantically, hoping he foregoes the teasing and puts his tongue where you so desperately want it. You thread your fingers through his hair, discarding the elastic holding his hair together, and push your hips against his face. If there is one thing you’re not, it’s patient. Jungkook knows that all too well. He smirks at your frustration. “You looked so fucking hot tonight, noona―” the title makes you preen and your boyfriend teases your centre with his fingers with a chuckle. “I really wish we had just stayed home like you suggested. But then I would have missed the show tonight. Who knew you could be so possessive?” He slides the flimsy material covering what he so desperately craves and swipes his tongue between your lower lips.

“Fuck!” You pull his hair and dig the heel of your boot into his back. There is vague recognition of the pattern he draws against your clit to be the spelling of his own name, rendering you speechless, but then he is pushing a single digit into your dripping core. The stretch is pleasant and you throw your head back whilst pushing his face against your centre.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. His eyes close as he savours your taste, adding another finger and drawing out another sinful moan from your lips. Your hips move in tandem with his tongue on your clit, words stuttering into nothing but delicious moans and cries. He feels you clench around his fingers and the memory of you clenching around his cock is enough to cause said cock to harden in the tight confines of his pants. As desperate as he is to fuck you senseless, he needs you to come on his fingers first. Reluctantly, he pulls his mouth away, hushing your whimpers with gentle praises as his fingers move in and out of you.

“You’re so good for me, noona.”

“Look at you; so pretty while fucking yourself on my fingers, pretending it’s my cock.”

“Tell me what you want, baby, what you need.”

The coil in your gut is winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers inside of you. With the added pressure of his finger rubbing your clit, it takes no time at all for you to be falling over the metaphoric edge of your climax. You cry out in euphoric pleasure, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Jungkook...Jungkook...Jungkook…”

Both your hands find purchase on the door behind you, grinding down on his fingers as you allow his soft words to guide you through your orgasm. His fingers slowly pull out of you and he brings the digits to his mouth. Your breathing is heavy and uneven, but the sight of Jungkook slurping on your juices makes your pupils dilate. He groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, and without warning, pulls your hips forward and thrusts his tongue up into you.

“Motherfucker!”

Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That’s not my name.”

You’re sensitive, but the younger male is relentless. “Kook...please...I can’t…”

“Need one more from you, noona,” he urges, staring up at you with desperation in his eyes, “I need one more from you and then I’ll give you my cock.”

The promise has you keening, his tongue working fucking magic on your clit, and your hands frantically find purchase anywhere they can hold on to. One hand grips Jungkook’s locks tightly, making him moan earnestly, and the other finds your nipple and you play with it voraciously. You can feel your second orgasm inching its way deliciously up your body, making your toes curl in anticipation. “Oh my god,” you pant, “Fuck!”

Jungkook ignores the sharp pain of your heel but relishes in the sting of his hair being pulled and the taste of you trumping all other sensations. He’s desperate for you to come. “Come on baby,” his words coax you gently, muffled by your pussy. “Come for me.”

You’re forced to do nothing but obey as the work of his tongue and the commanding tone in his voice brings you over the brink a second time. Your eyes roll back as your juices gush out and Jungkook laps it up like a man starved of hydration. Your grinding comes to a slow halt, releasing your grip on his hair, and when he feels that he’s had enough, Jungkook pulls away with gentle kisses marking your thigh. His chin glistens with your juices and you swear the image almost makes you come a third time. He drags your panties down your leg before slowly standing to his full height and wrapping your leg around his waist. He kisses you softly on the lips.

You’ve never been a fan of tasting yourself after you’ve come, but Jungkook loves the way you taste and loves kissing you, so you fall complacent to his touches. You whine when he grinds his hard cock against your bare centre and you see his eyes turn feral.

“Kook…”

“C’mon baby,” his sweet, velvet voice comforts you as he undoes his belt and pulls his cock from the confines of his pants. “Do you think you can take me, noona? Hm? I think you can…”

You’re absolutely exhausted but the promise of a third orgasm and Jungkook’s thick cock has you spreading your legs willingly.

“That’s a good girl…”

Bracing himself against the door with one hand and holding your body up with the other, he uses your juices to coat himself before sliding into you in one gentle thrust. You both moan at the contact.

“Oh god―fuck!”

“Christ, you’re so tight.”

“Kook...please move!”

At those words, he begins thrusting in and out of you, gently at first, and as your moans increase in volume, as does his pace. You’re oversensitive and tired but the feeling of his thickness dragging against your walls is too immensely pleasurable for you to ask him to stop. He’s breathing heavily into your ear and the feeling of your slickness mixed with sweat is driving you crazy. He whispers your name and you whimper in response.

“I want you to ride me. Can you ride me? Please?” His voice is deeper and needier.

Without words, you use all your strength to push him off, and when he sees the hungry look in your eye, Jungkook is quick to take off his shirt and his pants. You momentarily admire his tattoo sleeve before pouncing on him. You disregard the fact that the two of you are still in the entrance of your apartment as you line your wet centre with his pulsing member. It’s not like it’s the first time it has happened. Sliding down on his cock elicits a deliciously loud moan from your lips, harmonising with Jungkook’s deep growl.

With your hands on his firm chest, you find it easy to bounce up and down, setting the pace; sharp, quick, deep. You cry out when his tip hits a particular spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

The look on your face is pure pornography and Jungkook can’t get enough. Not happy being the only one naked, he tugs at your dress, bringing it up over your head and throwing it in an unseen direction. Next is your black lacy bra and Jungkook, with a proud smirk, unclasps it in record time with one hand. As soon as your chest is bare, his large hands have engulfed them and his fingers are twisting at your pert nipples.

The sight of you bare with nothing but your boots and choker is a memory he hopes to have for the rest of his life.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you throw your head back and grind down relentlessly on his cock. The pain from the oversensitivity melds into desperate pleasure as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it, noona.”

“You’re so perfect for me, you know that?”

“God, I love watching you ride me.”

“You are so fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

His words are deep in your ears, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Jungkook can see how close you are and his thrusts upwards, matching your movements, to also bring him closer to his orgasm. With one hand occupied with your nipple, he brings the other one up and encloses it around your throat.

His grip is loose, but the knowledge that he could apply pressure at any given time makes you even wetter.

“I want you to come for me a third time, baby. Can you do that? For me?”

You nod, whimpering when you feel his thumb stroke your windpipe. His smile is dark and wanting.

“Good girl.”

Wanting to please him, you increase your movements; slamming down and then grinding against his pelvis. You are so, so, so tired but Jungkook’s thrusts continue to match yours, bringing you closer to the feeling you so desperately crave. Your pussy clenches around his cock and he grunts, the sound going straight to your core.

“Baby,” you whimper, digging your nails into his chest and leaving crescent-shaped marks, “I think I’m going to…”

“Are you going to come?” he asks.

You nod frantically.

“Good. Come.”

With the feeling of your clit dragging against his pelvis as he pistons in and out of you, his fingers playing with your nipples, and the slightly added pressure against your throat, you come hard with a ragged, choked cry; Jungkook’s name falling from your lips. Your eyes roll back as the orgasm takes over your body and you feel your wetness gushing out of you, soaking his thighs and making a mess on the apartment floor. Your body twitches, your pussy clenches, and yet your hips still rock against his.

Jungkook is in absolute awe of you as he gently removes his hand from your throat. His eyes struggle to find a solid place to rest as he etches your expression into memory, before dragging his gaze down to the wetness still gushing out and coating his cock. He has never seen anything hotter and he says just as much.

“Fucking look at you, noona,” his voice is thick with lust as his hands guide your hips back and forth. “You’re absolutely drenched and you’ve made such a mess.”

You whimper, pleading with Jungkook that you’re too sensitive to continue.

“I know baby,” he coos, his thrusts never ceasing. “I’m gonna come now, okay? I’m gonna come inside of you.”

You nod, too exhausted to reply, and allow Jungkook to use your body to his liking. Sweat dots your face as Jungkook increases his pace, and with a softest smile, he smashes his lips against yours and comes with a guttural moan. The feeling of him coating your insides spurs you into a surprising fourth orgasm, and you tremble in mild delight.

“Fuck―” Jungkook’s eyes closed as holds you close. “Baby, are you coming again?”

You nod tiredly, grinding down softly as to prolong the glorious feeling. Exhausted, you collapse on top of Jungkook, sighing when you feel your juices and his semen drip down your thighs. “Holy fuck…” you murmur.

The smell of sweat and sex linger the air; the smell of a good time.

Jungkook quietly laughs as he brings his arms around you. “You can say that again. How are you feeling? Did I push you too hard?”

His fingers stroke your bare back mindlessly, lulling you into a safe space of sleepiness. “No,” you answer softly. “But I do regret not taking this to the room because now we have to move and I just don’t have the energy.”

“Tired you out, did I?” His tone is cocky and if you had the energy, you would smack him.

“Something like that.”

Jungkook smiles lovingly at your fatigued form. “C’mon noona,” he cajoles tenderly, both of you wincing when he pulls you off of him and sluggishly removes your boots. “I’ll go run the shower and then we can snuggle into bed. How does that sound?”

You hum contently, your legs feeling like jello as you slowly stand before making your way to your ensuite bathroom. “I like the sound of that.”

fin.

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a/n: hiya!

this one took a little bit longer for me to write and edit. i decided to write this as i was planning the sequel-not-sequel for my hobi fic i posted last week because i found that i was struggling with trying to write smut. i figured that an easier way to get me into the groove of writing smut again would be to just re-write one of my old smut fics. So here we are! i'm super nervous about it, but i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts.

i am currently working on the sequel to 'can we talk', as well as revamping (read: re-writing) some of my older fics, so i will do my absolute best to write those and try to get some consistency in my life.

thank you so much for reading my work. I'm always open to thoughts and feedback, so feel free to drop a like, reblog or send me a message!

please look forward to my other work ♡

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 July

Sharing all the fics read and loved the month of July! It was a busy month for me and I actually just realized I am so late in posting my usual monthly reading list. I also read more ongoing fics I am subscribed to (which means I reblogged more on 🌹ggukkieland than 🌷ggukkiereads).

If you are a reader like me and you stumbled upon this list, please reblog author’s fics and share these stories too =)

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🥕 Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕 Completed - completed one shots | series 🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

↳ ALL Members listed (60+ fics)

🥕 [Ongoing Series]

↬ Seokjin

Make it Right @eatjeanjin - series [1/?] | 1.6k+ | Time Travel AU, Cursed!OC, feat Taehyung (best friend) | a

↬ Yoongi

Let Me Love You @meanyoongi - series [2/?] | 14.9k+ | fwb, secret relationship, kind of enemies to lovers | a, s, f

Monachopsis @personasintro - series [2/?] | 8.6k+ | husband’s brother yoongi, OC and husband trying to have a baby, sort of sperm donor!yoongi | s, a

Need to Know @minyfic - series [4/?] | 13.2k+ | CEO AU, Sugar Daddy AU, softdom, age gap | s, f, a

Set Me Free @secretum-scriptor - series [4/?] | 27k+ | arranged marriage, heiress!oc, rich au, fake relationship, CEO Yoongi | a, f, s

Stuck @joonscypher - two shot [1/2] | 11.2k+ | part of the Sons of Midas Collab, chaebol au, heir au, rich au, arranged marriage | a (so far)

Your Voice @burningupp - 📱 SMAU | music au, cafe au, yoongi heard her sing | a, f

↬ Hoseok

Kitsune @kpopsithereasonihavenolife - series [5/?] | 82k+ | demon hunter au, feudal Japan, enemies to lovers, action | a

↬ Jimin

Half-bitten @eureka-its-zico - series [5/?] | 30k+ | Vampire AU, Witch!OC, Supernatural AU, eventual poly on Ch 5 (heavy smut this part 🔥💦 - Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader)

Into It @xpeachesncream - series [2/?] | 15k+ | grad school au, idiots to lovers, strangers to lovers, fake dating of some sort (couples counseling but they are strangers) | a, future s

Lose Myself to Find You @jinpanman - series [1/?] | 4.4k+ | ex-villain!jimin, fairy tale keeper!oc, enemies to lovers (sort of), fantasy | f, a

The Misadventures List @kimvvantae - series [2/?] | 14k+ | convenience store worker!oc, rich/chaebol Jimin, fake dating au, comedy | f, future s

↬ Taehyung

Bloom @1kook - series [1/?] | 4.3k | regency era, historical, princess!oc x knight!taehyung | a, f, future s

Flavours @jjkpls - series [9/?] | 18k+ | coworker au, enemies to lovers (like toxic and they trash talk each other type of enemies), fuckboy!taehyung | s, a

Gossamer @aroseforyoongi - series [6/?] | 63k+ | Hybrid AU, Taehyung is experiment 1230 | a, s (this is a repost/write)

The Island @taestefully-in-luv - series [10/?] | 99.4k+ | strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, soulmate au, roommate au, slow burn, two people thrown in an island for research (according to research they are soulmates) | f, a, s (please go to author’s masterlist for the rest of the chapters)

What The Water Gave Me @snackhobi - two shot [1/?] 8k+ | God AU, Fantasy AU, with steampunk elements, vigilante reader

White Lies @yoonia - series [4/?] | 20.6k+ | childhood friends au, best friend au | a, s (I remember reading bits of this years (???) ago and thank you for revamping this =))

↬ Jungkook

All that Glitters @minyfic - series [7/?] | 41.4k+ | Fuckboy AU, College AU, Jungkook used to be a sweet dude turned fuckboy, unrequited love (for OC), heavy angst (not expecting nor wanting Jungkook for OC honestly), eventual series sequel for OC!! | s, a

Candy Cane Ache @monvante - two shot [1/?] | 4k+ | The Proposal AU, fake dating, boss au, editor au, assistant au | a, eventual s

Code of Conduct @go1denjeon - series [8/?] | 38k+ | mafia au, yandere-ish, godfather references (the movie, yes), oc’s brother yoongi | a

Concentric @gingerpeachtae - series [26/27] | 236k+ | fantasy enemies to lovers, dark fantasy | a, s, f

Devilman @koo1uvr - series [1/?] | 12.7k+ | Devilman AU, Bestfriend AU, Track Runner AU, Horror/Gore | a, s, f (this is part of my past reading list but author reposted in a new blog and I had to re-read =)

In Another Life @lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr - series [8/?] | 28k+ | fantasy, pirate au, time travel, magic | f, a

It Was Always You @namjooningelsewhere - series [2/?] | 4.7k+ | College AU, Strangers to Lovers, Exes AU | F, A (no masterpost yet, check part 2 here)

Live Through This @starshapedkookie - series [1/?] | 22.5k+ | Exes AU, Enemies to Lovers, Punk AU | A, S

Mean Girls Finish Last @herherteartear - 📱 SMAU | fuckboy, stuntman!jungkook x mean girl!oc | f, suggestive pics

Nerve @adonis-koo - series [1/?] | 9.5k+ | thriller, mystery, memory lapse (OC woke up in mysterious room), dark | a, eventual s

Not His Type @writerforkpop - 📱 SMAU | College AU, enemies to lovers, kind of bet au (jungkook is a player and OC/friends made a bet they can make him notice her) | a, eventual f

Nuisance @seokahwrites - series [2/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, lawyer!oc, lawyer!jungkook, vacation au (they got stuck in the cruise, only one room, thanks to OC’s assistant Seokjin), humor | f, future s (? not really sure)

Only Fools @yonkimint - 📱 SMAU | College OT7, unrequited love (OC), she’s the best friend’s nerdy cousin, costume party, catfish, crack | f

Platinum Panther @arcticmarshmallow - series? [1/?] | 27.4k+ | Rich AU, spoiled!reader, single dad!jungkook, boss jungkook, age gap (but it’s only three years so it’s not really that muchof an age gap) | s, a, f

Puddle of Love @btssmutgalore - series [3/?] | 30.2k+ | Rocker AU, Singer!OC, Band AU, Bad Boy AU, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn | a, future s, future f 02 03

Right Here @shukakoo - drabble series [4/?] | 3.9k+ | Best Friend AU, Jungkook recently broke up with GF, kind of slow burn? (JK fell out of love with GF but not exactly in that I’m in love with my best friend yet) | a, f, eventtual s

Risque @mercurygguk - series [1/?] | 9.2k+ | Age Gap AU, kinda spoiled/tease OC, Office AU, Jungkook is employer of her dad | s, a

Shadows of Euphoria @cinnabun-faerie [5/?] | 9.5k+ | Demon!Jungkook, feat. Taehyung, part of the Your Eyes Tell OT7 series, Soulmate AU | a, f

Stream Simulator @minloop - series [1/?] + drabbles + time stamps | 6.6k+ | streamer au, gamer au, established relationship | f

Superblood Wolfmoon @ironicarmy - series [4/?] | 18k+ | werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics, alpha!jungkook, soulmate au, fantasy, mystery | a, future s

Sway Me More @hoseokmylovesworld - series [2/3] | 22k+ | enemies to lovers, mafia au, continuation of their story | s, f

Tail as Old as Time @yoonjinkooked - series [1/?] | 4.8k+ | Mermaid AU, Fantasy | f, s, a (note: this was part of previous reading list but author reuploaded the fic since the original link got deleted)

Day by Day @hansolmates - drabble series? [4/?] | 6.5k+ | single dad!jungkook, bestfriend au, baby Haru calls OC ‘mom’, slow burn | a

The Sexual Awakening @xotoosweet - drabble series [1/?] | 1.6k | college au, best friends to lovers, compsci!jungkook, economics!reader, oc on a journey of sexual awakening | f, future s

To Build a Home @soft4gguks - series [6/?] | 53k+ | single dad!jungkook, ceo au, nanny!oc, strangers to lovers | a, f, s

Waiting Game @tteokggukk - 📱 SMAU | soulmate au, ex-friends to lovers, humor, slow burn | f, a

Yo-ho-hoe And A Bottle Of Rum @yoonjinkooked - series [1/?] | 2.8k+ | enemies to lovers, pirate au, fantasy, crack/humor | a, f, s

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

cliche drabbles: friends at grocer and mistaken as a couple @hueseok - drabble | >1k | friends to lovers, best friend au | f

Open When It’s… @an-exotic-writer - one shot | 3.5k | epistolary (some parts), Dad!Namjoon, but he passed away and his son is reading his letters at certain stages of life (example: open when you get into the worst fight ever with your mother) | a

Lesson Learned @silhouetted-beauty - one shot | 10.8k | Married!Seokjin, Teacher!OC, DAD!Seokjin, infidelity, questionable morals | s, a

Puns @heartkook - one shot | 1.8k | strangers to lovers, humor, a fic about puns! | f (really cute!)

Sensucht @johobi - one shot | 7.4k | CEO AU, new hire OC (who’s not exactly a model employee yet), dom/sub undertones | S (pwp)

Bitter @heartkook - drabble | 1.9k | Bartender!OC, Yoongi recently got dumped, sort of rebound AU (that isn’t) | a, f

Mic Drop @ve1vetyoongi - one shot | 29k | rapper!yoongi, photographer!oc, composer!oc, star-crossed of some sort, rival of her brother, secret relationship, music au | s, a, f

Signed in Black @yoon-kooks - series [7/7] | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, Bad Boy AU, Barista!OC, BTS as Bulletproof Fairies, Fake Dating (sort of but not really?) | F, slight A

Eclipse @baepsaesbae - one shot | 3.3k | fantasy, Fae AU, Day Fairy!Hoseok x Night Fairy!OC, summer solstice, idiots to lovers | a, s, f

Love; Always @yeoldontknow - one shot | 7.3k | 100% epistolary, reincarnation au, soulmate au, pen pals, letters au, pining, long distance relationship | f, a, s

Myosotis + Chrysanthemum @03mistress30 - two-shot | 7.8k | demi-god!hoseok, rescued OC from a thief, OC let him stay, reunion in part 2, fantasy | a

Synchronized @idroppedthesope - drabble | 900wc | soulmate au (timer), unrequited love with bestfriend!hoseok, but check until the end 🥰 | f

Strip @your-daily-biaswrecking - one shot | 7.9k | established relationship au, jealous Hoseok of the female stripper x OC action 😁 | s, f

Blackthorn Creek @randombtsprincessa - one shot | 23k | Beauty and the Beast AU (OC is the beast), fantasy, curse au, also shifter au (there’s a part she shifts), fairy tale au | a,f, s

Equinox @crystaljins - one shot | 7.2k | King of Spring!Jiming x Queen of Winter!OC, arranged marriage AU, fantasy, royalty, talks of seasons | f

Touched by a Fallen Star @cutaepatootie - one shot | 37.2k | Prince Jimin, Fantasy AU, royalty, star-crossed, use of magic, OC is a celestial being | a, s

An Unexpected Kindness @heartkook - one shot | 2.1k | creepy guy won’t leave OC alone, Taehyung pretended to be the boyfriend, strangers to lovers | a, f

Catch My Ghost @smaubts - 📱 SMAU (short) | supernatural au, ghost hunter!taehyung, crack | f

Drabble: taehyung as brother’s best friend @1kook - drabble | >1k | secret relationship, brother’s best friend au, pwp | s

Louder Than Bombs @moononthejoon - 📱 SMAU (discontinued but with complete outline) | writer!taehyung, fan!oc | f

Peculiar Taste @gashinabts - one shot | 2.8k | Roommate AU, OC found out her foot fics on a fetish page 😂, humor | s, f

Pink @ggukcangetit - drabble | 511wc | friends to lovers. Prompt: “kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it” | f

Relentless @alpacaparkaseok - one shot | 5.9k | spin off of the Lost & Found fic (Jimin story), this is Taehyung’s story with the “string cutter” (who isn’t his soulmate, ouch), Soulmate AU | a, f

Rival Heirs drabble @yoonpobs - drabble | >1k | enemies to lovers, rich au, ceo au, star-crossed lovers, extra load of angst T_T | a, s

🥕 One-shots | Drabbles

Addicted to You @ughcore - one shot | 5.4k | enemies to lovers, feat clueless Taehyung, went to a bar (jungkook just got back), sexual tension | s, a, f

Can I Sleep in Your Bed @ddaeng-181338 - one shot | 4k | Roommate AU, insomnia AU, best friends who are in college, OC couldn’t sleep and crashed in JK’s bed to help her sleep, talks about love which led to something more 🥰 | s, f

Cherry Glosses N Car Washes @softlyjiminie - one shot | 7k | goth!jungkook x cheerleader!oc, college au, established relationship, sorority au, opposites (they don’t like JK for OC even though he’s a nice guy 😢) | s, f

cliche drabble: bar and jungkook saves you @hueseok - drabble | >1k | strangers, bar, some knight in shining armor kook, prompt: "a drunk dude tries to seduce you at a bar and you start to feel uncomfortable then a cute stranger, jungkook, saves you by saying she's with me" | f

cliche drabble: dramatic wedding objection @/hueseok - drabble | >1k | wedding au, star-crossed lovers, OC to marry someone else (arranged) | f

drabble: camping trip with bestfriend!jungkook @rmverse - drabble | 1.1k | bestfriend au, oh there’s only one bed trope (only it’s a sleeping bag), camping | s

Drabble: single dad jungkook e2l with kid’s teacher @1kook - drabble | >1k | single dad au, kindergarten teacher!oc, enemies to lovers, really cute | f

Fireflies @impossiblewriter - one shot | 20k | epistolary au, prince!jungkook, princess!reader, best friend AU, childhood friends, war au, fictional country, kinda angsty| a, f

Fuck You, Ana. Sincerely, Jungkook @jamkookies - one shot | 30k | Barista!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort fic, themes of eating disorder/anorexia, humor (OC is actually funny but in a sarcastic way), coworker AU, coffee shop | a, f, implied s

Handwritten @jeonocho - one shot | 2.5k | epistolary, soldier!jungkook, war au, one day Jungkook stopped writing | a, f

I Can’t Wait to Tell You, I Told Ya @moon-write - one shot | 16.2k | single dad!jungkook (who is kind of a player), bestfriend!OC, cute relationship between OC and the daughter, unrequited love from OC, idiots to lovers | a, f

I Hate That I’m In Love With You @prkchimins - 📱 SMAU with written parts | Fuckboy AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers, Jungkook as a ticket to get invited to parties (Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and OC) | A, F, implied S

Intense Desires @kookscrescent - drabble | 1.2k | boyfriend au, just pwp about kook going feral and just going at it like there’s no tomorrow | s

It Should Be Me @you-know-bts - one shot | 4.3k | brother’s best friend au, overprotective!jungkook (and brother yoongi), abusive boyfriend!Minho | a, f

I’ll Love You Until You Love Yourself @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue - one shot | 3.4k | Exes AU, Noona!OC, OC got called by friends when Jungkook was so drunk, toxic methods of coping with breakup | a

Jeon Husband @breakiebunny - one shot | 8.7k | Arranged Marriage or Contract Marriage, CEO AU, OC wants out and Jungkook is suddenly threatened, jealous!jungkook, feat Yoongi | s, f

Knight in Distress @jimilter- drabble | 2.5k | chaebol!jungkook, heir au, enemies to lovers, co-workers, CEO!Jungkook, OC high position too, shirtless jungkook in water | f, a

Liars and Fire @kpopfanfictrash - one shot | 3.1k | Exes AU, ex-husband!jungkook, turned FWB | a, s

Love You Like a Love Song @dat-town - drabble | 1.8k | Best Friend AU, friends since high school, College AU, Jungkook’s birthday, OC baked a cake, fluff ensues 🥰 | f

Not Like You @oureuphoria - one shot | 28k | single dad au, boxer!jungkook, enemies to lovers, childhood acquaintance, childhood enemy, slow burn | f, a

Old Friends, Warm Eyes @xiaokoo - drabble | 979 | Hurt/Comfort, both got cheated on 😢, met at the park, ex-classmates | f

Stoic + Redemption @blue-jade - one shot | 4.2k | CEO AU, cheater!jungkook, angsty ugh, OC would rather take fake love/gestures than admit he’s cheating | a, s (there’s a sequel! please check author’s mtl)

Stress Reliever @imaginethisbts - one shot | 2.6k | domestic au, established relationship au, boyfriend!jungkook after a very stressful day at work, pwp | s

Sweet Apology @unbeli-bubble - drabble | 1.8k | established relationship, domestic au, Jungkook ditched OC for time with friends, soft dom!jungkook | s, f

Which, as They Kiss, Consume @banqdanfnfic - one shot | 4k | tattoo artist!jungkook, established relationship, boyfriend au, OC’s first time to get a tattoo and asked boyfriend jungkook to do it (their relationship is not sexual yet so skdjskl the tattoo scene is just full of sexual tension) | s, f

Thank you dear authors for your stories! It was a seriously exhausting month for me with all the changes at work and I’m glad I have these stories to escape to 😢.

posted: 2021 Aug 05

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death valley (m) | part 5

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.9k (hehe)

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, oral sex, coersive sex, yandere behaviors, heavy drug use, sex while intoxicated, implied use of date rape drugs, GUNS, shootings, breast play, a literal fire (bultaoreune lol), begging, dom!yoongi, softdom!taehyung, choking, manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of fear, crying, unwanted advances, cuddles with jin, reader needs a shower damn, jin calls you a dumb fuck (in the nicest way possible?), everyone has abs

a/n: rock with me baby ;) this one’s short n steamy bc full disclosure streaming butter became my full time job for a hot few days, but ill make up for it. make the next one nice n spicy

F L A S H B A C K—

The clink of the ice cubes against the plastic rim of your rum and coke fade against the pounding electric guitar, echoing through the enclosed walls. Red dice tumble onto the wood floors and cherry lips smack against bated breaths. Your attention is lost in the swirl of your bendy straw as you gnawed away at the flaccid tip.

The leather jacket felt snug around you, and you were unsure if it was the skewed ratio of alcohol in your drink or the blushing reminder that this was Park Jimin’s jacket around you that had you feeling a deep glow within yourself. You waited, hoping he would come claim back what was his. After chasing him for so long, he finally noticed you.

“How you doin love?” Your head turned to meet a sweet, dark chocolate gaze. Just bitter enough to leave you wanting another taste. His plaid shirt was tight around his slim figure, flowing over tight black jeans. You felt his hand on the small of your back, laying a bit lower than you would’ve liked. His other hand tugged the straw from your chapped lips to bring it to his own as he sipped your drink before letting out a heavy sigh. “Sweet” He licked his lips, grinning at you.

“Hey there. You part of the crew?” You batted your eyelashes at him, letting your naughty fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt. Maybe if Jimin saw you with another man he would get jealous. It was worth a try. The man smirked.

“Yeah. My name is Min Suga, I’m one of Jimin’s sound engineers” He ruffled his white hair, the ends of which were damp with sweat, “Enjoy the show tonight?”

And so commenced a flirtatious conversation, while you buttered up the young musician, he slid a white powder into the drink he offered to make you. The haze of the night was remembered only by fits of giggles and the hot touch of the stranger and his gorgeous silver rings as they touched every part of you, leaving you a mess of small pants and eager moans. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap and you could feel his desperate arousal pressing between your legs.

You watched as he lit a cigarette and pushed the tip between your lips. The pout of your lips as you inhaled had him grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You twirled the bud in your nimble fingers before he took it from you, taking a hit himself. A few puffs later, the alcohol was hitting you strong, and in the grey smoke that clouded your eyes, you began to see another face entirely.

“Minnie” You groaned, forcing your chest to squeeze against his as much as you could. You wanted nothing more than to burn the clothes off your body and feel him, every inch of him in every way. You nibbled his ear. He took the burning end of the cigarette and pressed it into your shoulder.

“Wanna get out of here, love?” You nodded your head, a wave of tiredness hitting you as you fell limp into his arms.

He brought you to a nearby motel, chaining your arms to the headboard before diving into you like a starved man. You only remember feeling pure bliss, finally having the man you had dreamt of ravish you like you always wanted.

He choked you, muffling your desperate sounds into a pillow as you cried out “Faster Jimin….please go faster I need...I need you…please”

You had fallen asleep right after, completely unconscious as he fucked you over and over again. He pounded your tired body feverishly before he heard angry knocking at the door. The door burst open and he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the police you bastard”

When you finally woke up, he was gone. The headache you were left with did nothing to distract you from the piercing guilt in your heart when you realized what had happened. You barely remembered anything about the boy you had just slept with, but as you looked at Jimin’s jacket tossed on the floor, you knew that the man you had fucked had definitely not been him.

P R E S E N T D A Y—

No...it couldn’t be. Please don’t let it be true. A feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach. You desperately tried to get your mind to stay ignorant to the reality that was now showing you its face. Yoongi.

He glanced your way with those alluring eyes, unbothered as always. Even now you yearned for a reaction. He gave you nothing. You were rendered useless, confused, dazed, and utterly lost.

“Don’t worry it’s just me” He leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. His lips lingered slightly, and you could hear him inhale sharply as he placed his fingers on your chin.

In the cool moonlight, his dark eyes glimmered. In his gaze was a fantasy you wanted to slip away in. You couldn’t help yourself. Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to turn away -- but you couldn’t. Stings of that night pierced the top of your back. The aching pain still between your legs the morning after.

You heard him curse under his breath. His lips barely touching yours before he softly spoke “I’m sorry if I scared you love” He turned away briefly, “Taehyung told me that someone was threatening Jin with your life. I had to make sure you were safe.”

You gave Taehyung a look, praying that somehow he could read your thoughts and give you some answers, but he didn’t meet your eyes. His eyes were glued to the road. You had never seen him this serious ever.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you. Let’s just go home okay?” Yoongi sighed, tracing his nose down your neck, breathing you in. You squirmed as his hand slid beneath your collar and softly clenched your breast.

You let out a soft moan as he squeezed you. “Wait d...don’t” The tone of your voice contrasting your pleads as your eyes fluttered shut, fading away in the sensation of his electrifying touch.

“Yoongi” His advancements halted at the sound of Taehyung’s stern voice. “She said don’t” He growled lightly. You see a glimpse of Yoongi rolling his eyes in the mirror before he sank back into the seat. You turn to Taehyung, who’s jaw was clenched tight. Knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He pulled up in front of your building, you tried to reach for him, shaking his knee slightly.

“Taehyung” You whispered as Yoongi stepped out of the car, “Hey...what’s really going on?” You see him gulp. Yoongi tapped on your window expectantly. “Taehyung please” He shook his head, chuckling bitterly while covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

Yoongi finally got impatient and opened the door, dragging you out. He pulled you into a light embrace, kissing your forehead before waving to Taehyung.

Back in his apartment, Yoongi led you carefully back to his bedroom. He pulled down the back of your shirt to look at the scars he had given you the previous night. You had almost forgotten about them. He ran his finger over the tender flesh, causing you to wince. He pressed his lips behind your ear, causing them to flush with heat as he pulled your shirt off of you.

“W...what did you write on me?” Your voice wavered with fear.

Tossing the garment aside, he turned you towards him, stroking his fingers over your cheeks gently. “My name”

You blinked as his fingers, “You...what?” You felt his tongue glide against your lips. “Yoongi what the fuck?” He sucked harshly as you tried backed away from him. “Are you crazy why would you...” He broke away and sighed, turning his back to you.

You watched as his silk shirt slid down his toned shoulders, revealing a beautiful tattoo. The one you had seen glimpses of. The prospect of which turned you on beyond reason. Y/n. It was your name.

You were trembling, unsure if you should feel afraid or not. “Yoongi...why?”

He smiled at you softly, and you watched as he began to pull the silver rings off of his fingers and set them onto his bedside table. From the same surface he grabbed a lighter. He advanced towards you, backing you against a window. The cool surface on your back did nothing to ease the overwhelming heat radiating within you.

“When you’re young, it’s easy to do things that are really impulsive. So easy to get caught up in fantasies...you know how it is” Yoongi snapped the lighter between your faces, and you stared at the dancing flame. “Don’t you remember me?” The lighter began to flicker, on and off. As the fire captured your focus your mind began to digest his words. You met his eyes again, and everything clicked. You felt like someone punched you in the gut, all the air escaping your lungs instantly.

“You were a part of Jimin’s crew. I...I hooked up with you” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than anything. Yoongi reached into his back pock and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before tossing it aside. The smoke blurred your vision. He inhaled deeply before blowing out onto your neck. He smirked, setting it down and allowing his arms to circle your waist.

“Yeah you did. But you said the wrong name, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget again. A little payback if you will” You raised your eyebrows at him before he chuckled slightly, “Mm kidding love”

Yoongi’s fingers pulled at the back of your bra, bringing his forehead to your to see your eyes more clearly. The straps on your shoulders went loose as he unclipped the garment, allowing it to fall flat on the ground. He tilted your face to his. He hummed softly against your lips, savoring your taste, “It’s all in the past now. I’m sorry I hurt you but...I really want you. I want you so much. Do you want me love?”

You gulped, eyelashes brushing against his as you nodded slightly. An approving growl escaped him, giving you goosebumps as he kissed you deeply.

He pulled away from you, moving his lips down your shoulder and your arm until his was sucking on your fingers. He took your hand and led you to the bed--to your surprise sitting himself down first, spreading his legs wide and bringing you onto his lap.

He grabbed under breast softly, pushing the tender mounds up with his palms and looked up at you. "I want you to show me” He spit on your chest, using his saliva and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, “Show me how much you want me.” You arched your back as he pinched you harshly.

“Yoongi” You clenched his black hair, digging your nails into his scalp. You pushed his face into your chest, falling over him. You felt his gasp for air between your breasts as he clenched your ass, dragging your shorts down.

“Fucking goddess” He mumbled, the vibrations from his deep voice hitting you between your legs, making you melt into his lap. You rolled your hips, feeling his clothed cock against your damp folds.

“I’m...so wet” You squealed, not caring how pathetic you sounded as you began grinding on his lap. Yoongi’s tongue wrapped around your right breast as you bounced on him. “Yoongi...Yoongi” You cried out, the sensations pushing you over the edge. “Fuck me please. Please.” You hear him laugh as you came, watching as a wet patch appeared on the crotch of his pants.

“That’s right, beg for me” Yoongi let his hands slide behind him, holding himself up as he watched you fuck yourself onto him silly.

You felt tears well in your eyes, the frustration building in your core as it clenched down on nothing, desperately trying to ride out your high. “Want your cock. Please. Please Yoongi fuck...”

Yoongi reached back for his cigarette and took a quick puff as you began to sob. “Go ahead” He regarded you with a shrug. You wiped your tears and unbuttoned his jeans, scrambling to pull them off his long legs. With one hand holding himself up and the other twirling the cigarette, Yoongi watched as you pulled out his long, throbbing cock.

You dropped down, licking your lips before wrapping your tongue around his length. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning back as you filled your throat with him. “Fuck love...justttt like that. There you go” You could feel him thrusting up into you, pushing so deep down your throat you choked, gagging all over him sloppily. “You’re so beautiful” He pulled you back to him, tossing his cigarette aside to guide your hips so his cock lined up with your entrance.

"Wait...wait” You gasped, mixed emotions overwhelming you. You pressed your forehead against his, breathing in his hot breath, lips parted. He carefully sank you down onto him, the push of his length filling you to the brim “Oh fuck Yoongi” You could smell something burning, but your senses were too occupied with the feeling of Yoongi inside of you. He felt so incredibly right, and you wanted to just bask in the amazing fullness of him. His eyes were glued to yours. “I'm scared” You cried out softly. Yoongi froze as tears streaked your face.

“Scared of me?” He asked sincerely, eyes soft as you latched onto him, trembling. His heart clenched as you nodded, sniffling. “Why? I won’t hurt you” He stroked your back affectionately.

“I like you...a lot. But there’s just...so much going on and I” You gasped, melting into him as you broke down. He shushed you softly, rocking you in his lap slightly, dick still shoved deep inside you. “It’s too much”

He kissed away your tears, bouncing you on his cock in light thrusts, “It’s okay...ssh...” You buried your face into his neck, hugging him tightly as he began to move your hips faster, up and down, squelching onto his cock as you cried. “Fuck your pussy is so perfect love, squeezing my cock like that”

Your eyes fluttered open as his thrusts became frantic. A small set of flames had collected around where Yoongi had thrown his cigarette. Your pussy clenched down as your blood ran cold, causing Yoongi to groan out in pleasure. You pat his back urgently, “Yoongi...stop.” His grip on you tightened as he began thrusting into you even faster, “Yoongi...LOOK.” Your words were lost. You tried to pull away from him but his hold on you was strong. “Yoongi!” You screamed, “There’s a fucking fire”

“Fuck” He cursed out bitterly, placing a hand over your mouth “Just shut up and let me finish” He shoved his fingers into your mouth, causing you to bite down as he hammered his cock up into you, hot cum shooting out and leaking down his length. The flames had spread across the bed, but Yoongi was quick to lift you up in his lap. He kissed your lips quickly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The flames grew bigger as Yoongi kept his lips glued to yours, eyes widening as you felt him get hard inside you again.

He pushed you against the wall, thrusting wildly, sweat dripping from his forehead as the heat increased. “I love you” He bit down on your lips, making you squirm in discomfort. “Say it...” Your eyes quivered with fear as the flames were getting closer.

“Yoongi we have to get out of here” You screamed. He smacked your thigh, thrusting you so hard that the back of your head was pounding against the wall. You felt dizzy, the burning scent overwhelming you. You felt like you wanted to puke.

“We will, once you say it” His words were soft, unlike the way he was fucking into you like a madman. You gasped for air, feeling dizzy and losing sense of reality. “I’d do anything for you...you know that right?” You gulped. Yoongi began laughing, his words making less and less sense as he chatted away hysterically, “I love you. I love you so much, you understand don’t you? Just say it back. Don’t be cruel. Just say it dammit.” He grabbed your neck and banged your head back onto the wall. Black spots appeared in your vision. You felt him cum again, filling every crevice of you with his sticky cum. You panicked, trying desperately to open you eyes. The carbon monoxide began to suffocate you, you began coughing out--desperately gasping for air.

Yoongi set you onto the ground before you heard a familiar spritz of a fire extinguisher. “Let’s get you in the cell” He mumbled, carrying you princess style and heading over to his second studio. He kicked the door open.

In the dimly lit cellar sat a ruthlessly beaten Jin looking back at him, his eyes full of rage. Yoongi set you down across from him before passing him an amused glance. “I told you I wasn’t messing around” He pulled out a silk robe, wrapping it around your naked body before walking out, locking the door behind him.

“Got it” The cheers of the arena echoed through as Hobi slipped his phone back into his pocket before grabbing his gun quickly before hopping into the ring, aiming it right at Jin. Jin growled, blood strained on his wrapped hands as he lifted them up in surrender. He looked down at Namjoon’s unconscious state and spat on him. “You’re a fucking idiot. You realize we’re gonna kill you and Y/n now right?”

Jin rolled his eyes, “Oh come onnnn Jung Hoseok. Do that and I’ll tell Jimin who really caused his little car accident and then watch how he fucking breaks hell on you”

Hobi stiffened, “How do you know that? Who the fuck told you that?”

“I know that, and I also know you drugged and kidnapped Namjoon and Y/n you sick fuck. Jimin’s gonna kill you first, I can almost guarantee it.” Jin sneered.

“W...who are you?” Hobi glanced around, “Do you work for Jimin?” He clicked his tongue, “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me” He pulled the trigger. A bullet shot into Jin’s leg and he tumbled to the ground. Hobi grabbed him, lifting him onto his back before motioning to one of his men. “Get Namjoon to a hospital. Fast. Then have someone bring me Jungkook”

“Yeah um, sir...Jungkook was stabbed earlier this morning. He’s at the mansion under medical care, but things aren’t looking great”

“Stabbed? By who?” Hobi’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Jin stifle a dark laugh.

You woke up in a fit of coughs, jumping as you felt a cold hand stroke your back. You scrambled to your knees, a soft red silk robe lying loosely around your body. Goosebumps spread across your body due to the chill air of the small room.

“Are you okay?” You flinched at the sound, squinting your eyes in the faint light to make out Jin’s broad frame. “Here” He hands you a plastic water bottle. You desperately drink, drops trickling down your chin as you try to wash down your smoked out throat.

The second you’re done you throw the bottle at Jin with as much force as you can conjure, “You fucking liar. Why didn’t you throw the fight?” You backed away from him as far as you could. You looked around, unable to make out much except that the room was small, dark, and essentially empty aside form a few boxes lying around. You continued to cough lightly. “They would’ve killed me if Yoongi hadn’t saved me”

“He didn’t save you. Yoongi was the one who threatened me you dumb fuck” Jin scoffed, making no attempt to move towards you. “And I won because I was made aware of some...new information. I knew they wouldn’t actually kill you, okay. I told you I’d keep you safe and I did”

“No.” You shook your head, “Yoongi...he’s not a part of this. He cares about me, and he’d never threaten me.”

Jin’s eyes widened, “Cares about you? He had someone at the hospital ready to blow your fucking brains out”

“That’s impossible. At the hospital was just me, Taehyung and Hobi”

“Okay yeah, Hobi...he’s definitely involved. He fucking shot me, look” Jin pulled up his shorts to show you a gushing wound, from which blood was pouring out.

“Oh my God Jin, quick” You looked around frantically for some sort of cloth. Finding nothing you sighed, “Take off your shirt”

Jin shifted uncomfortably “Uh” You rolled your eyes, crawling over to him and tugging his muscle tee off of him yourself. His chest was supple with sweat, bruises lightly scattered over his skin.

“We gotta stop the bleeding. Who’s the dumb fuck now?” You snapped. He watched with interest as you wrapped his leg tightly, wincing in pain. “Hobi did this? No way. I mean...I believe you, but I’m just...”

Jin sighed in understanding, touching your arm affectionately “It’s okay. I get it. It’s a lot” You smiled at him gratefully. “I think Hobi was the one Yoongi had on standby to kill you at the hospital. They’re both working together” You finished tending to his wound before sliding up to sit next to him

“Yeah they literally work together. But I dunno...I’ve never seen Yoongi at Death Valley before” You crawled over to the boxes, hoping to find something to prop Jin’s leg up. Brushing the packed dust off of one before opening it, your eyes went wide “Holy shit” You looked down to find stacks and stacks of cash filling the box to the brim.“What the fuck” You mumbled, flipping through a wad.

“Y/n. I guess you might be blinded by love or whatever, but Yoongi is definitely a bad guy. He threatened me. He threatened you. AND. We’re literally locked up in his apartment” Does that mean this money is his? You knew music production paid well but...

“Ok.” You set the money back into the box before crawling back to sit by Jin. “Let’s assume for discussion’s sake that you’re right, and Yoongi is this big fucking Death Valley gang kingpin or whatever, which sounds like more bullshit as I even fucking say it out loud but...whatever, let’s assume you’re right” Jin nodded, “He threatened you because he needed Namjoon to win the fight. That doesn’t make sense because Taehyung was with me, and Taehyung works with Jimin” You reasoned. “Then...Hobi. Maybe Hobi is part of the Death Valley gang, and works with Yoongi. But honestly, I’ve seen the two of them at work and they aren’t that close. And also...if Hobi was the one who kidnapped Namjoon and I and beat him up. That doesn’t make sense because he shouldn’t want to hurt Namjoon”

Jin furrowed his brows, “No yeah, you’re right, that is all valid. Hobi did seem pretty worried about Namjoon.” You sighed in defeat. “I still think it could be Jungkook honestly. He technically has a ton of influence because he’s the one on the street, dealing the drugs. He drugged Namjoon, meaning that he was willing to turn on him.”

No. It’s not Jungkook. There is just no fucking way it’s Jungkook. You felt defensive, but you inhaled deeply, arguing wasn’t going to be helpful in your situation. “He could be playing both sides. And also simultaneously screwing both sides over to benefit” Jin continued. You clenched your fists.

“Okay enough. Let’s just...” You tilted your head back against the wall, “I’m exhausted.”

“Oh yeah I heard Jungkook got stabbed. Hobi seemed to be working with him too”

“I said enough” You snapped before his words registered, “W...wait. Jungkook was stabbed? Is he okay?” You felt like you swallowed a rock. Jin shrugged.

“One of the gang members told Hobi that he’s at his place getting medical care. So I assume he’s not dead or anything” You bit your now trembling lip. Jin noticed your unease.

“Hey. Maybe you should get some more rest Y/n. You’ve had a rough couple of days.” Jin gently slid his hand over yours, “You can lean on me if you want” You nodded slowly, letting your head snuggle into the crevice of his neck.

Jimin was surprised at himself. He glanced in the mirror, his body still looked weak but he was eager to return to work. No, not to work, but to see you. He had tried calling you ever since Taehyung had dropped him home. He knew the two of you had gone to the fight but hadn’t heard from you since. Taehyung told him that you had visited. That you even were sad that he was hurt, and he hated to admit it, but that fact alone had him grinning ear to ear. His stomach was full of butterflies. He had never felt this excited about anything in such a long time. He felt no desire to smoke, to drink to party, none of it. He didn’t even care that his single had broken a new Spotify record, it was all just noise. The only thing he wanted to do was see you.

You could imagine his frustration then, when he walked into Yoongi’s office to find out that no one knew of your whereabouts. “What do you mean you don’t know?” He planted his hands on Yoongi’s desk angrily, Yoongi continuing to ignore his tantrum, “If she called in, she must have at least given a reason? Where the fuck is she?”

“Jimin. Even if she did, I wouldn’t fucking tell you. Stop harassing her, and for God’s sake, go home” He rolled his eyes. Hobi entered, eyes widening upon seeing Jimin.

“Oh wow. You healed fast” Jimin scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s called being rich. You should try it sometime” Hobi grabbed his shirt angirly, ready to punch his pretty boy face in.

“Boys” Yoongi glared at them, “Jimin, just go home. There’s nothing for you to do anyways. Your album doesn’t come out for another 2 days.” Jimin shoved Hobi off of him, using all of his self-restraint his best not to kick the man in his balls.

“Okay where’s Namjoon then? He would know where Y/n is, they’re like friends or something right?”

Hobi gulped, “Namjoon’s feeling a bit...under the weather” Jimin squinted at him suspiciously. Do these fuckers even know what Namjoon does in his free time?

“He lost” Jimin concluded, biting back a smile as he turned to Hobi, “Namjoon lost didn’t he?” The look in his eyes gave him the answer he needed. “FUCK yeah baby. Papa is RICH” He did a smooth twirl, mimicking a moonwalk as he left the office. Hobi simply grinned. He won’t be smiling for long.

Jimin made his way back to his car, dialing up Taehyung. “Yoooo, where’s Y/n? Also why didn’t you tell me Joon lost? We gotta fucking celebrate man”

“Jimin”

“God I haven’t felt so happy in so long Tae. Like, shit is finally falling into place you know?”

“Jimin”

“I can probably find you a cute girl too, I’ve got these fucking girls at the office throwing themselves at me all the time. Or maybe Y/n would be down to share, obviously she’s mine first but I’d be down for a three--”

“JIMIN” Taehyung snapped aggressively. Jimin made a face, glancing at his phone in surprise before pressing it back to his ear, “We didn’t win shit. Someone out bet us. And Y/n is missing”

“Missing? The fuck you mean missing?”

“Okay apparently someone threatened Seokjin to throw the fight, but he didn’t”

“Good boy” Jimin mumbled.

“Jimin, they threatened Seokjin with Y/n’s life. She could be dead.”

Jimin’s mouth went dry, fists clenching so tight that blood began collecting under his nails, his phone almost combusting in his grasp. “Taehyung.” He whispered bitterly. “I’m heading to Jungkook’s. Meet me there ASAP. This shit ends now. This is war” Jimin rolled down his window and threw his phone as hard as he could, watching it shatter into pieces on the concrete road. He slammed a fist into the steering wheel, screaming out in frustration. “Y/n.” He sobbed, “Please be alive. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry”

You woke up to the sound of soft snores. Looking around, your cheeks flushed with heat as you realized your face was pressed up against Jin’s rock hard abs. He hand an arm lightly around your waist, holding you to him as you had been practically on top of him. You carefully rose, trying your best not to wake him up. You admired his sleeping figure briefly. He was cute, thick lips in a focused pout, lips parted slightly and drool trickled the ends of his mouth.

You also couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his shorts. Probably just morning wood. Is it even morning? The lack of windows in the room had you confused as to what day, or time it was. How long had you been asleep? How long had you been locked up? Was anyone looking for you? It was unlikely.

Your mind wandered immediately to Jimin. You wondered if he was doing okay now. You wondered if he would think of you, if he would wonder where you were and look for you. But then again, it was also possible he knew exactly where you were and wanted you there. You no longer knew what to believe.

You subconsciously began to trace patterns on Jin’s chest, thinking about what all Yoongi had said to you. You had fucked him once, years ago, being so drunk that you thought it was Jimin. He had gotten a tattoo of your name. And then burned his own name into you. You reached your hand to the back of your neck to trace your fingers over the mark. It didn’t hurt anymore luckily, but you could now make out the letters.

“Mmm morning” Jin rubbed his eyes, before sliding up the wall slightly. You quickly removed your palm from his chest, and he noticed with a smirk. “You feeling better?” You couldn’t help but notice how sexy his morning voice was. It was low and husky, and had your core tingling.

“I guess so. I’m fucking hungry though” As if on cue, the door opened. You shielded your eyes at the aggressive display of light that outlined a dark silhouette. You could tell the person was wearing a suit, labeling him as Taehyung right away.

He knelt down tossing Jin what seemed to be a McDonald’s bag. “Breakfast” He said simply, his voice confirming your suspicions, “How are you?” He reached his hand to you. You hesitated, glancing at Jin who pursed his lips, an angry glint in his eyes. “Come on Y/n, I’m getting you out of here, let’s go” He waved his hand slightly to prompt you to take it.

“What about Jin?” Taehyung sighed, leaning forward to take your hand by force.

“Jin will be fine. Let’s go Y/n” He pulled you up to your feet, taking a moment to tighten your robe before leading you out of the stuffy studio. You glanced back at Jin, who sat helplessly, unable to move.

You looked around, your heart dropping as you realized that Jin was right. You were still in Yoongi’s apartment. Taehyung hugged you tightly. “Let’s go to your apartment and get you in some clothes okay?” He bent down to look at you, and you nodded. You noticed that he hand a gun in one hand as he took your hand with the other, leading you out of the apartment. Yoongi appeared to be gone, likely at work.

Taehyung somehow had keys to your apartment, but you were too excited to be in your own home to even question it. You ran inside, heading straight for your ravished bedroom. You dug out your favorite pair of jeans and hugged it to your body. “My clothes” You sighed in temporary happiness. Taehyung giggled, watching you jump into the garment, not bothering to wear anything under it. You were feeling oddly bold as you removed the robe before digging through to try to find a comfortable top.

“How about this?” You turned to see Taehyung holding up a leather corset top. You rolled your eyes, hands folded over your exposed breasts. He tossed it to you, and you reached for it, realizing the trap as soon as the air hit your taught nipples. Taehyung grinned.

“Not a bad idea.” You winked at him, turning to your mirror to put the top on. You reached your arm back to zip it up, but Taehyung beat you to it. You watched him through the reflection as he zipped up your top, proceeding to rest his hands on your hips, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Hot” He chuckled, letting go of you, “Alright come on let’s g-oh--” You turned around and pushed your lips onto his. He tumbled back in surprise, catching you at your waist before the pair of you fell onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

You kissed him feverishly, sucking on his bottom lip before pushing your tongue into his mouth, which he accepted eagerly. The two of you wrestled for dominance, Taehyung breaking into fits of laughter as he pushed you onto your back only for you use every ounce of strength and momentum to return on top, pinning him down with your knees on his thighs.

He scooped his hands around your ass, squeezing it lightly before lifting your body up so he could push you down again. You tussled around, kissing and grinding up against each other like kids before finally Taehyung grabbed your waist and lifting you into his lap “Fucking tease”

“Oh you love it” You taunted him. He slapped your ass hard, making you squeal. You let your tongue glide over to his ear, nibbling and tugging at it as Taehyung moaned unabashedly. His eyes switched from yours to your lips as he kneaded you ass, your body and his bobbing together in waves. You sucked on his neck causing him to curse out.

Using his strength, he wrapped an arm around you and pushed you back, climbing up your body to grind his hardening cock against you. You wrapped your legs around him, meeting his lips again as you cupped his face.

You arched your back, wanting to feel more of him but he wanted to take things slow. You felt him smile against your lips, kissing them softly as he unzipped your top. “Why did we even bother getting you dressed?” He chuckled. He tossed it aside, moving his lips to your breast. He left rough kisses all the way down your body, before he unbuttoned your jeans, raising your hips to yank them off of you.

He dove between your legs, but you tugged his hair to stop him. He blinked at you expectantly, looking almost puppy-like. “You know you don’t have to eat me out every time.”

“But I wanna” He pouted.

“Well fuck okay, be my guest” He grinned, watching your reactions as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His familiar hot tongue jutted inside your folds, slurping up your slick arousal. He ruthlessly moved the tip of his tongue around to every crevice, making you twitch and squirm as he licked at your nerves, sending you into a spiral of moans. You bucked your hips into his face, prompting him to keep going as you caressed his dark hair.

“So good Taehyung. So fucking good baby” You cried out, tilting your head back. Taehyung licked his own lips, before climbing back up your body and removing his own trousers. It was interesting, being fucked by a guy in a suit when you had been dressed like a drunk college girl. But you definitely didn’t mind how hot he looked as his blazer tightened around his thick arms as he fondled your breasts. Especially not with that fine watch of his.

Yoongi. Your entire body went rigid, remembering the sensual night the two of you had shared that almost ended in you dying. Taehyung noticed the change in your demeanor, stopping quickly. “Baby? You good?”

You gulped, “Yeah. Yeah. Keep going” He looked at you with doubt, so you took matters into your own hands, reaching for his cock. You realized that you had never actually seen it, and you were so glad you could because he was beautiful. It was the prettiest cock you had ever seen, long and veiny, blushed and so eager. You wanted to pop it into your mouth and choke on it. Instead you guided it to your folds. Taehyung lips pressed against yours as he pushed in all the way, groaning at the way your dampness engulfed him so easily.

“You’ve been having a lot of sex lately huh” He commented.

“Maybe, why?” He shrugged, as he thrusted into you, cock easily gliding in and out of your pussy.

“Just a guess” He pecked your cheek as he set his pace. You loved the way he fucked you, the sound of his thrusts and the way your wet pussy sloshed against him had you reeling for more. He was slow and sensual, rolling his hips up to hit you just where you needed. Heat coiled deep within you, and it was mere seconds before you came on him intensely.

“Oh fuck Taehyung, ohhhh fuck” You met his thrusts as a wave of bliss washed over you, “Just like that baby” Taehyung growled, pleased at the way you were unraveling for him.

“I missed you” He mumbled into your neck as he sped up, “I missed you so bad baby” He cupped your face tightly, hands moving up to clench your hair before he came.

Your body twitched as his cum spilled out of you. He rolled off of you with a deep sigh. The two of you exchanged a quick glance, realizing how silly you must look, on a pile of dirty clothes, now stained with sweat and cum and burst into laughter. Taehyung pulled you in for another kiss.

“I hate how they treat you Y/n” Taehyung confessed softly. “You deserve so much better. Yoongi. Jimin. Hobi. Jungkook. Namjoon. They don’t do it right. You know?”

You sigh. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah baby?”

“How the fuck do you know I’ve fucked all of them?”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open. The golden light from his crystal chandelier shone down on him. He turned to see Namjoon lying next to him, covered in ice packs and bandages. “What the hell?” He looked around frantically. His medical staff was hard at work. “Did you lose the fight?”

“Yeah I did” Namjoon croaked weakly. “Don’t remind me ugh, I fucking hate myself”

Jungkook shook his head in confusion, sitting up in shock. He looked down at his own state, a bloody bandage around his abs where he had been stabbed. The pain was numb, but his ego was far more damaged. “There’s no way you could have lost dude. I thought they were blackmailing Seokjin”

“Blackmailing him with what? We barely know the guy” Namjoon muttered. “Besides, isn’t he like a fucking cop or something?”

“There’s no fucking way he’s a cop. He knows way too much, and none of us have been arrested yet. Dude. Come on. The fights themselves are illegal and he’s in them”

“You have a point” Both Jungkook and Namjoon turned to see Jimin leaning in the doorway. The staff took the cue to leave, closing the grand double doors of Jungkook’s expansive bedroom behind them.

“Alright bitches.” Jimin clapped his hands playfully, “Enough with the bullshit. Where’s Y/n? Tell me or I fucking am calling a war on you Death Valley rats,”

Namjoon tried to get up but Jungkook stopped him, “What do you mean where’s Y/n? We don’t fucking know?”

Jimin laughed bitterly, “Are you shitting me? Tell me where she fucking is right now” He pulled out his revolver, aiming it at Namjoon, “Or fighter boy dies”

Jungkook gulped, looking from Namjoon to Jimin. Namjoon was shocked, fists clenched and expression confused.

“Okay okay fine.” Jungkook sighed deeply, “I’ll tell you where she is. But you’re not gonna like it”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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heated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: An (innocent?) conversation about D/s dynamics accidentally leads to you confessing that you think about your childhood best friend while getting off. To your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Erm. This is after he told you that you would be “an awful sub”, btw.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, discussions about adult topics; reader is bisexual; smut (fem reader, dry humping, fingering, [tiny bit] m-receiving oral, penetrative sex); fluffy af; non-idol!AU; F2L; softdom!Jungkook x softbrat!reader; you kind of have a forearm kink and you never let Jungkook have his lovey-dovey moment, whoops

MMA 2020 ‘ON’ Jungkook? Yeah. That one.

“I could never be a sub.”

You clicked rapidly as you spoke, mashing the right button on your mouse. It was quite loud, paired with your mechanical keyboard.

“Why not?”

The music coming from Jeon Jungkook’s smartphone was a rhythm game, nearly as loud as you, since he was grunting angrily at it. It was very obvious when he missed a beat.

“I can’t imagine that being me, you know?”

You, on the other hand, were on your computer, playing with the new items in League of Legends from the latest patch. Using the practice tool, you had loaded up your favorite champion, Jhin, the Virtuoso, and messed with various builds, trying to find the best combination. So far, Lethality was feeling pretty good.

“Like why would I ever let my pleasure be handled by someone else?” you mused, reading the high damage numbers of each shot. Oh, the fourth shot felt nice. “That sounds stupid.”

Jungkook rolled over on your bed, growling in his throat as the level ended. He restarted it, trying to get a better score. “Maybe people like to let go sometimes. You know, not always be in control.”

You snorted. “I could never trust someone else with my body.”

“You got an alien body or something?”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

“Anyway,” Jungkook continued, ignoring your outburst. “I didn’t ask if you could be a sub, I just asked what you thought of domination and submission as a dynamic in general.”

You shrugged, trying to see if you could do Baron alone. Welp, you needed lifesteal, of course. “I mean, I’ve tried it in various situations. I was never the sub.”

“Kinky.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No.” Jungkook suddenly sat up, excited that he achieved a higher score. “Look, look. I got ninety-eight.”

You craned your head to look at his phone screen. “Why isn’t it one hundred? You’re a disgrace to this family.”

He bopped you on the nose with his phone. “If I was part of your family, your family would be even more dysfunctional than it is now.”

You rubbed your nose and looked up at him. “How much gel did you use in your hair? You look like a wet dog.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows went up and he touched his long black hair. “It’s not crunchy though.” He grabbed your hand and lowered his head, placing your palm on his slicked back hair. “See?”

You pulled your hand back, staring at your palm. “Still feels weird though. I call sorcery.”

He shrugged, creaking the black leather jacket he was wearing. He wore a black t-shirt under it. The black jeans he had been wearing were on your bed, swapped for the black joggers he kept at your place. You weren’t really sure why he left the jacket on. Maybe he was cold or something. It was pretty cold in your apartment. You were wearing fleece green pajamas with Pikachu all over them.

“You want me to turn the heat up?” you said, gesturing to his jacket.

Jungkook looked down at his chest. “Eh. It’s fine. Saves you money.”

You shrugged, getting up from your chair, leaving the League client open. “You’re only staying a little while, right? Party to go to and all that?”

Jungkook followed you as you left your room. “Told you it was cancelled, so I was just going to sleep over. No reason to go back home.”

You turned around, walking backwards. “When did you say it was cancelled?”

Jungkook raised his dark eyebrows. “Literally when I walked in your apartment.”

“Hah.”

You turned back around and went to your fridge, grabbing an aloe juice. Jungkook went to your water kettle, hunting for hot chocolate among your tea packets.

“You’d make an awful sub anyway,” Jungkook said, returning to the original subject as he filled the kettle with water from your filtered sink faucet. “Like, probably the fucking worst.”

You took a large swig and glared at him. “Alright, first of all, you wouldn’t even–”

“You’re terrible with authority.”

You paused. “Okay, true.”

“You’re angry, twenty-four, seven.”

You walked up to him and slapped him in his very hard pecs. He gestured at his chest, as if to indicate, exhibit A.

“And you’re super uptight.”

“I am not uptight.”

“Control freak.”

“That’s–”

Jungkook turned around and placed the kettle on its stand. You swooped in with a Pikachu-themed kitchen towel and wiped the excess water away, scowling. Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you, brown eyes laughing.

“That’s literally a safety hazard!” you exclaimed, waving the towel at him.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and pressed the button to start heating the water. “Haven’t you ever just… not freaked out over every little thing? Done something spontaneous and stupid?”

You placed the kitchen towel back in its proper place. “No, because that would be spontaneous and stupid, Jeon Jungkook.”

He leaned against the counter, watching you perfectly fold the towel into three parts and hang it on the rail. He scratched his nose, shaking his head. “You should be more like me.”

“Having the police called on you because you were standing on a lawn chair tooting a party horn at four in the morning?”

“That was one time! Stop bringing it up,” Jungkook groaned.

You raised your hands in innocence. “Well, I was the one called to pick you up because you literally couldn’t remember any other number and I was very disturbed on New Year’s Eve, where I should have been peacefully sleeping and not hauling your drunk ass across town.”

Jungkook sighed exaggeratedly. “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t drink that much again. Jimin made me do shots–”

“You always blame Park Jimin,” you interjected, smiling. “Jimin’s the kind of guy who only wears clothes to take them off.”

“Well, it gets him laid, so I guess it’s working.”

The kettle whistled noisily, cutting through the conversation. You took a sip from your aloe juice as Jungkook grabbed a mug from your cupboard and poured the hot chocolate powder into it.

“You want some milk?”

He looked up. “You have milk?”

You went to the fridge and took out a small carton. “Because you said you were coming.”

“Aw, what a sweetie.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No.”

That’s how it was with you two. Growing up together was the same conversation over and over of you constantly saying shut up and Jungkook always replying with no. If both your dads hadn’t been such good friends, you probably wouldn’t have been able to tolerate him. Since they were, you were forced to, which turned out to be okay, since it turned out you had similar interests in games and such. It drifted apart a bit when you two entered high school, but you two reconnected once university started.

The dysfunctionality Jungkook was referring to was your two older sisters, who both got pregnant out of wedlock and thus caused a lot of tension between them, your parents, and you, the one who hadn’t actually done that yet. And you were trying to keep it that way.

Jungkook poured half-water and half-milk, stirring it with a silver spoon he found in your drawer. You lived alone, having gotten a full scholarship to be able to pay for tuition, meals, and part of a small apartment. Your parents paid for the rest – another point of strain between you and your sisters. That’s why you kept your grades up and rarely went out.

“When was the last time you fucked a guy?”

You sucked the inside of your cheek. “Dunno. Maybe two years ago.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and took a long sip. “So, only girls, huh?”

You tilted your head and sighed. “They don’t get you pregnant.”

“Neither does a condom.”

“That’s a ninety-eight percent chance, not one hundred.”

He licked the excess off his pink lips. He looked like he wanted to say something, but reconsidered, taking another sip before replying. “You don’t miss dick?”

“I mean, a dildo is a dick.”

Jungkook nearly spat out his hot chocolate. You snatched your Pikachu towel again and threatened him with it. He raised a hand, coughing.

“A dildo is not a dick,” he hacked out. “You insult me.”

“Hmph.” You turned back around and placed the Pikachu towel back in its place, making sure the graphic was perfectly centered.

“You tell your parents?”

You narrowed your eyes. ‘Why the fuck would I tell my parents that I fuck girls instead of guys to avoid getting pregnant?”

He shrugged. “Give them peace of mind?”

“You think too highly of the generation before us.”

Jungkook gave you a weird look. “So… you’re just using them?”

“No.” You paused. “Okay, maybe a little, but it’s not because they’re girls. I guess I haven’t found someone who understands me yet.”

He took a long, noisy sip of hot chocolate. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No one can understand you if you only fuck once and drop them.”

“Wouldn’t you fucking know,” you replied irritably.

“Now, I fuck multiple times before I realize it’s not going to work out,” Jungkook countered.

You shoved your bottle of aloe juice back into your fridge. Suddenly, you weren’t thirsty anymore.

“Is that the only reason?”

You closed the fridge door.

“Reason for what?”

“Is fear of pregnancy the only reason you fuck girls?”

“I don’t know!” you shouted, throwing your hands up. You spun around, blowing hot air. “I don’t fucking know why I do it, Jungkook. I don’t know why I load up dating apps to only hook up with girls, I don’t know why I don’t try to get into relationships with them, I don’t know what is wrong with me and why I can’t give anyone a chance and I don’t know why you pop up in my head every time I try to fucking masturbate! It is annoying and I do not like it, so I try to get off with someone else!”

Your chest was heaving with exertion and annoyance, hand curled onto a fist and planted on your kitchen counter, glaring at the space past Jungkook’s head, muscle twitching in your cheek. Your heart was beating so fast it didn’t feel real.

Silence.

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

And then you turned around, stalking back to your bedroom.

Or would have, if you didn’t hear the clink of the mug touching the kitchen counter and Jungkook grabbing your upper arm, yanking you back, slamming you against his muscular body. You hissed, staring into his chest.

“Let me go.”

“Hold on a second.” You watched Jungkook take a deep breath, his toned, tan skin rising and falling. The silver necklace on his collarbones flashed as he breathed. “Just hold on a damn second.”

Your eyes were on the low neckline of his black shirt. It felt weird being close to him. Not that you two haven’t been physically close, because you had. But it had never been like this. Since you realized he wouldn’t leave your mind every time you tried to masturbate. Since you started looking to other people to push him out. Since you were sure that it was not just a passing thought, not just your brain playing tricks on you. And being this close to him now, you understood.

And it scared you.

“You cannot dump all that on me and expect me not to react,” Jungkook said quietly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No,” he snapped. He grabbed both your upper arms and shook you violently, making you jerk your head up to blink at him. Jungkook furrowed his brows, his dark eyes glaring at you, jaw clenched tightly. “I will not shut up. Why should I shut up? I should shut you up.”

And then he kissed you.

Your eyes widened. Jungkook’s pink lips were on you. You. On your lips, pressed firmly against them, gripping you so tight you were losing feeling in your arms. You tore back, stumbling, touching your lips, shoulders shaking, not sure why your heart was beating out of your chest, not sure why your lips tingled and wanted more, not sure why Jungkook slowly opening his eyes and flickering to you made your knees knock together uncomfortably.

“What are you doing?” you sputtered. “You don’t even… what…?”

“I’m kissing you,” he growled, walking up to you and pinning you against the counter. “I’m fucking kissing you because you want me to.”

“I don’t…”

“Just shut up, please.”

And then Jungkook kissed you again, harder this time, pressing you against the kitchen counter, hands coming up and taking you by the waist, pulling you to him and his leather jacket, him and his black shirt, breathing your name into your lips, your hands grabbing his t-shirt and yanking him to you, gasping into his mouth. And you wanted to say, no, no, you weren’t supposed to know, but it was too late because you were shoving his leather jacket off, grasping his shoulders, fingers pressing into his hard muscles, sliding down his biceps.

You yanked your head back and his hand came up to grab it back, kissing you more, more, tongue licking your lips, hissing your name, grinding his hips against yours. Your hand came up in between you two, stopping him, stopping him and his insatiable lips.

“You have to s-say–” You moaned, feeling him harden against your fleece pajamas. “You have to say it.”

“Say what?” Jungkook muttered impatiently, kissing your hand, speaking into your palm.

“Say you’re okay with it,” you gritted out as he rolled his crotch into yours.

“Obviously I’m okay with it,” he grumbled. “Why else am I humping you in your kitchen?”

“You said I’m a c-control freak,” you groaned, throwing your head back as Jungkook slid his hands down to your ass and squeezed it, grinding against you.

“You are,” he grunted. “You can’t let go, you can’t enjoy yourself, you can’t even tell me you like me so I can fucking fuck you already, instead of me cancelling my parties so I can spend time laying on your bed and staring at you playing video games wondering when you’re going to fucking notice that I want to bang you.”

“What?” you replied breathlessly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “You’re so busy controlling your own life that you don’t even notice the people around you anymore.”

“What?” you repeated again as Jungkook hoisted you up by your ass and began to walk, forcing you to grab him by the shoulders and stare down his right arm, the fully tattooed one with flowers and script and the tiny circle with angry slits for eyes and a frown on the inside of his elbow, the one Jungkook said was for you and you had slapped him in the chest and told him to shut up.

“Let me take over for once,” he mumbled, placing his chin on your shoulder and nudging you with his head and his non-crispy but still not quite soft dark hair.

“You said I would be an awful sub.”

Jungkook dumped you on the bed, shooing you upwards. You didn’t move, frowning at him. He sighed dramatically.

“You would. You are,” he corrected, planting a hand on your chest and pushing you down, bouncing you against your Pikachu bedsheets. He sandwiched your arms at your sides and straddled your torso. The bed bowed far too low and you almost slid off. Hurriedly, you scooted upwards and Jungkook followed, unbothered.

“You said I’m terrible with authority.”

Jungkook wrestled your arms back down and pinned them with his strong thighs. “You are.”

“You said I’m angry, twenty-four, seven.”

He cocked his head, slowly unbuttoning your pajama shirt. “Still true.”

“And you said I’m uptight,” you added ruefully, pouting.

Jungkook shrugged, reaching in between his legs to unbutton he last few ones. “I’ll fuck it out of you.”

“Jungkook!”

“What?”

He paused, towering above you, eyebrow raised. His black hair curled around his ears, against his silver hoops and base of his neck. His dark eyes pierced down at you, tiny mole under his lips clearly visible from this position. You could see the bottom of his sharp chin, the black t-shirt clinging to his chest, the shape of his tan arms, one tattooed, one not, from below.

“Y-you’re pinching my right arm…”

Jungkook looked down, moving his left leg. “Sorry.”

You winced, pulling out your left arm to rub the other. He tapped your forearm impatiently with his finger.

“You’re ruining the moment,” he scolded.

“You ruined it by bruising me,” you shot back, backing up to your pillows on your elbows, grimacing as you soothed your arm.

“I’m going to bruise you more if you keep being a little brat,” Jungkook growled, following you on hands and knees, the neckline of his t-shirt hanging down, revealing way too much of his skin. Your eyes widened and you slipped, a white plush Poro bonking you in the head. He grabbed it and tossed it aside, the poor guy rolling on the floor.

“That’s very rude,” you muttered, but he was over your body now, breathing hard, staring down your now open shirt and the curve of your breasts into your black bra.

“Why do you get hotter every year?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I… don’t?”

Jungkook shoved the sides of your pajama shirt apart impatiently, reaching under your back and pinching the bra clasp, undoing it with one hand.

“Yes, you do,” he exhaled hotly. “Every year you get prettier and prettier and it pisses me off so much that I have to work out to look half as good as you.”

You felt your ears and cheeks get hot. “Well… you do look very, erm, good.”

“You’re very convincing,” Jungkook chuckled darkly, pushing your bra up and sucking in his lower lip as he revealed your hard, quivering nipples.

Your eyes shifted away from his hungry eyes. “I, uh… am very wet.”

A single, perfectly shaped eyebrow ticked. “Show me.”

“Um…”

He lifted himself off you, pointing down.

“Show me,” Jungkook commanded.

You tried to move your arms and found them tangled in your clothes. You frowned and shrugged out of your pajama shirt, chucking it and your bra aside, before gripping the waistband of your green fleece pants. You hesitated and looked back at Jungkook, who just flapped his hand downwards, giving you a neutral expression.

You puffed your cheeks and raised your hips, yanking your pants and panties down your thighs. You had to bend your legs a bit to fully take them off since Jungkook’s knees were on the outside of your thighs.

Now you were fully naked in front of your childhood best friend. And he was still fully clothed.

“Er, aren’t you going to–”

Jungkook cut you off. “You still haven’t shown me.”

You blinked at him. “What do you want me to do, become a fucking pretzel?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Any way you can prove to me you’re wet.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Fucking…” You bent your right leg and slid it up between his thighs, brushing against his sweatpants and feeling his hard-on for a hot second before you jammed your leg into your chest and lifted it out, pressing your thigh against your torso and raising your calf into the air. You turned your head to the left, letting out an exasperated huff.

“There. You see it?”

Shit, this position was embarrassing for some reason. You could feel cold air on your dripping pussy. Maybe he couldn’t see or something. You lifted your right arm to wrap around your thigh, pressing it down against your breasts since Jungkook wasn’t saying anything.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jungkook breathed.

“Okay, going to put my leg do–”

You gasped, suddenly feeling Jungkook’s fingertips touch your heated core, smearing your juices around the lips, his hot breath against your ear as he touched you. You shuddered as he stroked your folds, your name on his lips, his lips kissing your ear.

“Had to touch you,” he whispered against your neck, tone desperate. “I’m sorry, I just had to touch that beautiful pussy, all wet and slopping for me.”

Your eyelids fluttered as his middle finger found your clit, pressing on it. “J-Jungkook… That’s my…”

He chuckled deep in his throat. “Yeah? That’s your what?”

Slow, lazy circles, pushing it around, moan leaving your lips. “My c-clit…”

“Want me to touch it?” Jungkook purred. “Want me to handle your pleasure?”

But he as already touching it, nursing the sensitive bundle of nerves and rousing your lust, igniting it and setting it on fire.

“Y-yes…”

He kissed down your neck, whispering softly, licking your collarbones. “You trust me? You trust me with this pretty, perfect, hot, sexy, fuckable body?”

You arched your neck, giving him more access as he ran his pink lips all over, rubbing your clit, mouth on your throat. Your whole body shook, hips rolling into his finger.

“Y-yes…”

His breath so electrifying that you could barely focus, barely speak as Jungkook’s other hand came up behind your head, long fingers burying into your hair, holding tight, so tight it almost hurt, teeth nipping at your skin.

“Want to mark you,” he mumbled. “Want to give you a big fat hickey you can’t explain, want to bruise you so bad you’ll be staring at it for weeks, thinking about my lips on you, remembering my teeth gave you that.”

He pressed another finger to your clit, increasing the pace, and all you could do was hiss out a yes, a burning yes, a pleading yes, please, Jungkook, whining as his teeth sank into the spot where your shoulder and neck connected, sucking hard, his tongue licking away the prickling pain. His hips rolled into your thigh, his hard cock pressing against you, straining against his pants.

Jungkook moaned into your skin, so hot, so intense, rubbing your aching clit faster, harder, more urgently. Sucking and humping your leg as the feeling of his teeth and his fingers overwhelmed you, one hand clutching his shirt and one hand curled into your sheets as your thighs shook, trying to close but unable to because Jungkook was so strong, so there, so overpowering that you could only lay there and take it, take it as his name poured out of you in a breathless wail, throwing your head back as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, your juices becoming slicker, thicker, the scent of your orgasm staining the air.

He shoved the two fingers inside you and unlatched his mouth, moaning with you as he felt you squeeze his fingers, pumping you in long, slow strokes, all the way to his knuckles. You whimpered, tightening your core and Jungkook moaned again, eyes closed, his hair in disarray as you fucked his hand, clamping your hands on his right forearm, gasping at the feel of his muscle. Pussy throbbing around his fingers, hips meeting his knuckles over and over.

His eyes opened, watching your fuck yourself with his hand, an almost bored expression on his features, but you didn’t care because you felt him flex his fingers and his arm, telling you to continue, telling you he liked it.

“I thought you were going to let me do it.” Jungkook’s voice was low, trying to stay even despite his shallow breathing. “Have to control everything, don’t you?”

You caught your lower lip in your teeth, eyes moving to his face, his handsome, angular face with his black hair curled around his forehead and his cocked eyebrow, smirk on his lips.

“I’m not in control,” you panted. “Your forearm is…”

Jungkook flexed it under your hand and you moaned pathetically, breath hitching.

His smirk grew wider.

“It’s getting you off touching it.”

You swallowed, close, so close and Jungkook was taunting you and for some reason you couldn’t tell him to shut up, because he kept tensing his arm and it was so fucking hot that you really were going to orgasm.

“Say it,” he purred, breathing your name. “Tell me you like my forearm.”

Your eyes shifted down to his arm in your hands, the tiny angry face tattoo in his inner elbow frowning at you.

“I fucking love it, Jungkook,” you gasped. “Fuck, I love your delicious, sexy-as-fuck forearms.”

He grinned and began to thrust his fingers into you, fast, so fast you couldn’t even fathom how he could be that fast like a fucking vibrator, sending torrents of pleasure through you and his arm was so hard and his skin so soft that your eyes rolled back into your head, moaning his name far too loud. Jungkook placed a hand over your mouth and you screamed into it, liquid gushing down your thighs, but he didn’t stop, he kept going until you felt it again, pussy throbbing, back-to-back, eyelids fluttering, nails digging into his arm as the crescendo slammed into you, taking your breath and senses away, lost only in the feeling of Jungkook’s secure presence above you.

He slowed, breathing hard. Gently, carefully pulling his fingers out of your pulsating pussy, gasping as he removed his hand. You vaguely heard Jungkook place his fingers in his mouth, sighing wantonly at your taste.

“You taste so good,” he whispered around his fingers. “Fuck, so sweet and thick and delicious.”

Your brain could not compute what the fuck was happening. Did Jungkook just give you three mind-blowing orgasms in a row after you exploded at him and admitted to thinking about him while masturbating?

Holy shit.

He pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

You swallowed thickly.

“Jungkook, do you, ah… want something too?” you asked quietly.

You heard him snicker. “If I take my clothes off, I’m going to want to put my dick in you.”

“… I’m cool with that.”

“I thought a dildo was the same as a dick?”

You cleared your throat. “Ah… Well, I didn’t think you’d want to put a dick in me.”

Jungkook laughed. “If I had five dicks, I’d put them all in you.”

“Erm… mathematically speaking, that doesn’t really work…”

“Shut up.”

Jungkook sat up, looking down at you with a smile. The same smile he always had, but a little different now, because he didn’t have to hide his attraction to you anymore.

“You really let me put it in you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “With a ninety-eight percent chance, only.”

His smile became mischievous. “That’s not one hundred percent.”

You puffed your cheeks.

“I’ll take the two percent chance for you and only you, Jungkook.”

He grinned and turned around, throwing himself to the end of the bed where his jeans were barely holding on. Fishing through the pockets, retrieving the foil packet from the back pocket. You blinked at him.

“How long has that been–”

Jungkook gave you a silencing look. “I bring a new one every time I come over, in hopes you become drunk enough to sit on my dick.”

You blinked at him. “What.” Not a question, just you stating it.

“Because you’re paranoid.”

You frowned. “I’m not–”

He launched himself over the bed and silenced you with a kiss, deep and longing. You leaned into it, breathing softly, tongue against his, pressing back against him. Jungkook drew back slowly, thumb on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours, careful and tender.

“I don’t want you to worry,” he said against your lips. “I’ll do anything you want. I know it’s not easy for you. I know you’re not ready for the million babies I want from you.”

“I can’t have a million babies. It’s not scientifically possible,” you interjected.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Can you just let me have one romantic moment?”

“Erm, sorry.”

“You want me to have a damn vasectomy or something? Because I’ll fucking do it. That shit’s reversible.”

“No, that kind of requires more time and I’m pretty horny for your dick right now. Condom will do.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “You are a shitty sub.”

“I will do better after I’ve had the dick.”

Jungkook straightened and yanked his black t-shirt over his head. “No, you won’t.”

Your eyes roamed over his toned chest. Damn, he was ripped. Maybe he was insecure about you being hot or something, but you were certainly benefiting. “You never know?”

Jungkook sent you a pained look and pressed a hand to your chest, shoving you back into your bed. “I’ve known you way too long to believe those words coming out of your mouth.”

You were going to reply, but he ran his hand over your chest, inhaling sharply as he brushed against your nipples. He ran his fingers over them, squeezing a little. You whined, trying to get more, but Jungkook pressed his palm down on your breast, breathing hard.

“Listen, woman, I’m about to explode in my damn underwear. Stop sounding so sexy this instant.”

Your eyes found his, pupils blown wide, lips pursed, and jaw tight. Your lips parted a little, tongue peeking out, a soft moan of his name emitting from your throat. You saw a muscle in his eyebrow twitch. He looked like he wanted to throttle you, at least a little bit.

You grinned.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

“You are lucky you’re cute,” he muttered. “And lucky I want to be in this pussy more than I want to be alive.”

“Don’t you ne–”

Jungkook planted his hand on your mouth. “The only words I want to hear out of you are, “Fuck me harder” or my own name, you got that?” he snarled, pressing his hand into your face for emphasis.

You nodded quickly.

He sighed, almost in relief, and yanked his pants and underwear down, wincing. There was a large wet spot on his boxer briefs, strings of pre-cum clinging as he pushed it down his muscular thighs.

“You made me a giant mess,” he muttered, eyes flickering up to you. “What do you have to say?”

You blinked at him and gave him a thumbs up.

He grinned. “You do know how to listen.”

In truth, you couldn’t say anything because you were breathlessly staring at Jungkook’s thick cock, red head glistening with pre-cum, dripping everywhere. You slid down quickly, startling him, and wrapped your lips around the head, moaning as his strong taste invaded your mouth. He hissed, gritting his teeth as your tongue swiped around, licking his length all over, feeling the veins and contours, memorizing them.

“F-fuck,” he gasped. “You wanted to clean me up that bad?”

Your eyes traveled up his abs, his pecs, his neck, to his face, giving him your best imploring look. He smirked, placing a hand on your forehead, and gradually, with great effort, pulled out of your tight mouth. Tight because you sucked in your cheeks, not wanting to let him go, but Jungkook was stronger than you. You frowned, but he shooed you away.

“I allowed it this one time. Now back to your spot.”

You backed up, tsking as you watched him roll down the condom, groaning as it covered him.

“I’m actually glad I have this fucking condom,” Jungkook muttered, glaring at you.

You couldn’t say anything, so you spread your legs. His eyes dropped down and he bit his lower lip, crawling to you, grabbing your thighs. Placing himself right in front of your soaked entrance, staring down at your pussy as he guided himself, sinking into you.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.

You moaned, feeling Jungkook’s cock stretch you out, so different from a silicone dildo or multiple fingers, because it was Jeon Jungkook praying for air as you clenched around his length, his cries of pleasure as he rocked his hips into you. Those long nights with your vibrator and his Instagram open on your phone were incomparable to his cock molding to your walls, his hard hips finally hitting your thighs, all the way in, and it was so good that you throbbed around him, shuddering.

“J-Jungkook…” you pleaded.

“I know,” he panted, hands gripping your knees tight. “I know, but give me a second to appreciate this pussy, holy fuck.”

He jerked his cock inside you and you cried out, definitely crushing your sheets, but Pikachu had seen a lot by now and there was only going to be more.

Jungkook finally began to slide out and push back in, groaning, starting slow and deep because quite frankly he needed to last more than five seconds and your pussy was not letting up. You had too much control over your vaginal muscles and he was too into you to not be hugely turned on by it, shoving your legs up higher so he could go deeper, feel more of you surround him and massage his length.

“H-harder…” you whimpered. “Please, Jungkook, fuck me harder…”

And how could Jungkook say no to that? Begging so perfectly, with just the right amount of desperation, and you didn’t even know it was driving him insane, because he knew normally you were so wound up, always worrying about being perfect, always worrying about doing the right thing, but now you were unraveling on his cock as he bent down and put more force into it, pounded you harder, watching the ecstasy in your eyes, your mouth opening and tongue peeking out, hot breath in his face. Knuckles white as you clutched the sheets, pleasure radiating up his length as you came with a cry, his name, his name on those perfect lips, lips he always watched with envy, wondering who had them, wondering who was so lucky to capture them.

And now it was just him, just him and you, and his hips slapping into your hips, pussy nearly choking his cock, but it felt so good, so fucking euphoric as you fucked him back, raising your hips to meet his, loud, wet, and lewd, probably causing a ruckus next door. But neither of you cared, your names mixing together, your eyes staring to Jungkook’s piercing brown ones, hot pleasure radiating up your stomach, your chest, to your head and there was no one else.

No one else but Jungkook’s name tumbling out of your mouth as the wave soared into you, pussy spasming as you came again, unsure at what number it was, but it was the one Jungkook wasn’t prepared for and he groaned, smacking into you one last time before you felt his cock throb and pulse against your walls, spilling into the condom. You gasped at the feeling, clenching around him, his right hand reaching over to grasp yours and hold it tightly, intertwining your fingers.

“W-wow…” you whispered breathlessly. “Nice cock.”

Jungkook burst out laughing. “You’re unbelievable.” He reached down and gingerly felt around in your dripping folds, finding the end of the condom and pulling out carefully.

“Fuck. It’s so much,” he gulped, brows knitted in worry.

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. I finished my period yesterday. Likelihood of you getting me pregnant is pretty low.”

Jungkook jerked his head towards you.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say that sooner?” he roared, slapping your leg. “I was scared shitless over here!”

You placed your hands over your ears. “So loud. Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No!”

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