#also Jimin’s thighs stay wrapped around JK

[chevelleneech]

Watching clips before work, and honey! They're so domestic! Always play fighting and caring and cooking for each other. Jimin even farted on him dude. You can’t get any more comfortable with someone. So fucking cute.

[mylovejimimi]

SNEAK PEEK | A MINIMONI STORY PT 1

— PAIRING: boyfriend!jimin x fem!reader x friend!namjoon x ??? — GENRE: smut +18. minors dni — WARNINGS: smut, dirty dirty talk (jimin's a menace), vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), not as much fluids as the last one lol but still fluids, riding, accidental vouyerism, talks of kinks, mentions of gang bang, jimin calls reader mean names, jimin and reader are in fluffy love, SOME plot — SUMMARY: It's your sweet, loving boyfriend's turn to plan your weekly date, and his sweet, homey plan comes with an exciting surprise in the form of a friend that he totally forgot was crashing at his place. — WORDS: almost 5k This one is like the holy scripture compared to the tae and jk one lmaooo but don't forget there's gonna be a part 2!!!!! promise to make it worse &lt;3don't be shy and tell me what you think about my works! also i lied and say i would post it last night but my first draft didn't save <3 i love technology <3333 please remember you can send me a tip by buying me a ko-fi if you like this stories, it will meant the world to me and it will help me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Enjoy !

Whenever your schedules coincide, you and Jimin always made sure to have a date. Today was no exception.

Having an idol boyfriend, it was never an easy task to find time to spend together. And to have quality time, on top of that; a moment when he wasn’t too tired or overworked, or even anxious, and could engage in conversations or activities with you as his stress-free, lovely self. You always understood and supported him because that was his passion after all – though it never got any easier to watch him be away in tours or stay in the city but be unreachable, busy every second of the day. Also, you worked too, a less glamourous job of course, but a lot of times you had to give up your free time for some extra-hours or documents to finish at home.

Luckily for you, the boys just wrapped up the promos for their latest comeback, which meant they were relatively free for a couple weeks. It was Jimin’s idea to have a date every week, as long as he wasn’t required to work 24/7, to make up for past or future time apart.

So, it was a late Friday night and both of you lazed around in Jimin's apartment. You two loved going out and about the city, doing whatever activity you could think of, but since it was your boyfriend’s turn to plan the date – and he had been feeling like a homebody lately – he decided to have a chill night with you, the love of his life. You cooked, laughed, drank, danced around a little to his songs and now you were drinking again, sitting on the mat in between the sofa and the coffee table, chatting while soft music played in the background.

“It was an awful fit to be ever seen wearing! Whoever told you it looked good was lying” you laughed out loud at your boyfriend’s frown, before downing what was left of a bottle of soju, one of the many that you and Jimin already drank. You had the capacity to hold gallons of alcohol if you wanted; Jimin often joked that was what made him fell in love with you.

“It was you who told me I looked hot! I sent you a mirror pic and you replied with fire emojis” Jimin accused you with an offended pout, pushing you playfully and, in your tipsy state, making you fall fully on the ground. You giggled.

“I surely wasn’t in my best moment. Must had been one of those weeks of forced celibacy you make me go through when you release music, and thirst possessed me.” Jimin rolled his eyes with a little smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You get horny just like the rest of us, you’re not special.” You felt giddy and fuzzy inside because of both the alcohol and Jimin’s company. Goddamn, how you loved that man. Couldn’t help your big smile, heart in your eyes.

“Like the rest of you? You have no idea the depths and length of my horniness.” You started to draw random patterns on his thigh with your finger but kept staring adoringly into his eyes, always bold and teasing around him.  With a hint of a smirk, he arched an eyebrow at your words and actions.

“Oh my God, right now too? You’re a horndog!” Jimin laughed heartily, pushing you again. You laughed along joyously, feeling happier than you ever been. You were sure you would never love a person the way you loved Jimin.

“Can you blame me? My boyfriend is way too hot.” Despite the dying laughter, Jimin, always up for flirting, had a smug expression that could be only mean problems. Sitting side by side, you only needed to crane your necks a little to be inches away from each other’s face, which was so helpful to your playing. You smirked, whole body facing Jimin’s now and buzzing with alcohol and imprudent ideas. 

“Praising me for free? You’re totally too horny for your own good right now. But you’re right, I’m hot.” His smile got bigger and bigger the closer he got to you, stalking you slowly in the manner a predator about to attack his prey would. Soon enough, you could feel his breath caressing your lips: sweet with the fragrance of the flavored drinks, warm and intoxicating. Your eyes found his and in them you saw the glossy filter of alcohol mirroring yours, but the desire in his blown-out pupils was beyond comprehension.  Your boyfriend was a menace – for you more than for anybody else. “And my girlfriend is hot as hell as well.”

“I am.”

“And we’re both very drunk.” Your heart accelerated in a second, just feeling the heat that radiated from Jimin and his gaze on your lips. And you knew Jimin was no better, if the ragged breaths escaping his mouth was any giveaway. “And we’ve been apart from each other for so long already.”

Call it a signal from the universe or simply your guts instincts being one step ahead of you, but a ray of clarity downed upon you carrying a possibility that, while it turned you on a bit, wasn’t completely right. Before taking things further, you frowned slightly.

“Baby wait, we’re in the living room, what if Taehyung or Jungkook just drop by without notice? They know the code for the door.” Jimin just shrugged, giving no importance to the very real, very probable problem. You, on the other hand, were too aware of it, remembering all the times you were there and any of the boys – usually the maknaes – would just walk in. Your boyfriend did not back off though; he just tilted his head playfully.

“Why does it matter? Everybody had seen us before at some point, and, like, this is my home. Plus, we’ll hear the door if anybody comes in.” Finally, he moved just the littlest bit so his lips could move yours whenever he talked. Jimin stared intensely into your eyes, speaking in this sultry, seducing tone that was so unique to him. “It’s been so long, baby, and I need you so much right now. I can’t even think of anything but having you right this moment. We’d waited long enough, my love.” And he closed the distance with a fervent kiss. You were never strong enough to fight his kisses, much less when you wanted it as much as him.

It always amazed you just how synced up you and Jimin were; but, well, everybody said all the time how right you were for each other for a reason. He knew exactly how deep to kiss, how fast or how sweet, and, of course, how to touch all the magical parts of your body to make you go feral. And you knew all of him too – but the truth is that both of you shared a lot of likes in every aspect of life, including intimacy. So, you knew he liked as much tongue as possible and as desperately as one can make it. Also, he liked to be touched everywhere at all times, because his body tended to get so sensitive, so brittle to your hands when he was turned on. Jimin loved feeling adored, and you loved to adore him.

He settled his hands on your ass, pulling until you were straddling him. Not missing a single beat, Jimin moved his lips to your throat, making sure to bit and kiss the most sensible spots. You gasped and whined and said things that Jimin couldn’t hear well with all the blood rushing in his ears. Then, all of a sudden, you gripped his hair in a fist and tugged his head backwards, away from your neck, because you knew he loved to roughhouse too. Jimin could clearly see the arousal and drunkenness swimming in your eyes, and he knew he must look just the same, but it was okay because you had been together long enough to be very acquainted with the wildest part of each other. Now it was your turn to attack his neck, and Jimin couldn’t help but think how good you were at it, surely more skilled than him. He groaned and whined loudly as the kisses became sucking and light nibbling everywhere; it went from his neck to his jaw to his ear and all the way down again, always mindful to avoid leaving too noticeable marks on the flesh.

At some point, he began grinding his crotch into whatever part of your body it could grind into, becoming impatient and whiny, so you stopped and left his neck to grip his jaw and look into his eyes. Only then, both of you realized what a mess of red lipstick you were.

“Who’s domming?” You asked, panting. As an answer, Jimin whined more and pouted, making you giggle. “You pretty, spoiled pillow bitch. You will have to do all the dirty work on your own someday, you know.” And you got back to work.

Not much time passed between the teasing and the doing, both of you needing to satiate the constant thirst you had for the other. You two were so high on arousal and desperation, aided by the alcohol, that you skipped the step of taking the clothes off. Jimin lowered his sweatpants to his upper thigh to get his girthy cock and heavy balls out, and then lowered your camisole enough to get your breasts out too, because he was obsessed with them.

“Baby –” you breathed when you took a hold of his member and felt how hard he was. He thrusted mildly and unconsciously, groaning when you tightened your hold on him. The precum his tip was leaking started to cover your fingers once you started fisting him, and you couldn’t resist the temptation: you released his member to take your hand to your mouth and lick his fluids away, making a show of it all for your boyfriend, who groaned loudly.

Before taking your hand down again, you licked your palm, but this time, instead of his cock, you took both of the man’s balls, playing with and gripping them. Jimin threw his head back on the sofa, moaning in a high pitch and tightening his grip on your hips, surely imprinting his fingers on the skin. Once again, you took his cock and got up your knees before moving out of the way your skirt and underwear. You were so wet that your folds squelched when you separated them to descend on your boyfriend, impaling yourself on the meaty, delicious member of his. The stretch left you breathless for a moment, because Jimin was large enough to fill you up fully even if he wasn’t hard. To get you out of the discomfort, he captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, guiding you to move slowly on him and taking the liberty of put his thumb on your clit. You moaned, and mere seconds later, you were bouncing on your own, increasing speed and clenching your insides sporadically. Your boyfriend, in return, pushed you back down when you bounced up until you both found the perfect rhythm.

You two were too immersed in your own world; too consumed by pleasure to hear the distinct sound of the door lock being unlocked and the footsteps that followed.

“You’re my bitch, got it? This ass is only mine to fuck,” Jimin exhaled close to your mouth, trying to keep his eyes focused on you moving face. You whimpered but nodded. “I will use you like the cockslut you are, whenever I want to and however I want to. And with whoever I want to.” He thrusted up with vigor, clearly liking the idea of sharing you. “Can you imagine it? To get fucked by me and then by any of my friends? Or all of them, because I know the greedy whore you are.” And he made you gasp out loud by biting your nipple and suctioning it. You panted open-mouthed now, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch how your boyfriend went from one nipple to the other, and then to insert his tongue shamelessly in your mouth.

You almost lost your mind at the way he licked filthily your wet insides, but the idea of being shared was pushing stronger. It was no secret to your boyfriend that one of your deepest fantasies was to be shared by several people, submitting to them, being at their mercy; and despite the natural jealousy that arose in Jimin at the beginning, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head for days. He thought about it so obsessively that he got desensitized to jealousy, and, at one moment, he found himself getting hard and needing to jerk off to the made-up image of you being used by multiple people. So, it became his fantasy too.

“You always wanted that, to get passed around like a pretty toy, cock after cock fucking this useless pussy.” Jimin chuckled with gritted teeth, getting more turn on by his own words. You whined loudly, just as loud as Jimin was talking – because he simply couldn’t regulate his voice while fucking –, which was pretty loud for anybody else in the room to hear. And there indeed was someone hearing and watching you from the entrance. Not like any of you realized though. “You know what else a filthy slut like you wants? To choke on cocks. To get your pretty face fucked rough. To have cum dripping from your mouth and still get your throat fucked over and over again. And I know you want to choke on my members’ cocks, don’t you? Get on your knees for the seven of us, suck dry the cocks of those friends that think you’re just my cute, little girlfriend; their pretty, dumb friend.” Jimin hissed with a particular tight squeeze, so close to release. He gripped your hair, tight, and pushed your face closer to his. “Who is the spoiled pillow bitch now?” And he kissed you, knowing both of you were mere moments away from the best orgasm of the year.

And then, a phone rang strepitously right there in the living room, some meters away from where you were. And you knew it was neither yours nor your boyfriend's.

Both you and Jimin jumped in your places, separating from each other's body once you saw a blushing and frantic Namjoon hurriedly looking for his phone in his pants. With one hand, Jimin hurried to help you fix your bra and top that were half off your body, while with the other hand, he tried to put himself inside his own pants as hastily. As if Namjoon hadn't been watching your passionate encounter for the last five minutes.

Your head? Empty, come back later. Your body? Burning with shame and, well... other things had arisen too.

“J-Joon” you started, still out of breath, but you had nothing else to say. You just stared at your friend, who arrived at the perfect time to see you being dommed.

By your peripherical vision, you saw your boyfriend getting red in the face, expression twisted into pure fury.

“Yah! You –“ And he stopped himself in his tracks, staying completely still for a second and then clearly his throat, his whole demeanor changing in an instant. It was completely weird for Jimin to stop himself from berating someone, being the most argumentative man ever as he was.

What the fuck is going on?

“S-sorry you had to watch us, Namjoon” he said calmly but still harsh. Overcoming quickly the initial surprise and change of behavior, Jimin showed his friend he definitely didn’t like the unconsented voyeurism.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was petrified in place, holding both of his friends’ stares. Mind completely blank, he couldn’t think of any excuse or justification, not even the very real reason he was there.

“It’s, uh, it’s okay. I didn’t see much.” He wanted to slap himself for saying that. It implied he had seen at least a little. “I just arrived, really didn’t see or hear anything. No big deal.” And then both you and Jimin saw it – the proof that Namjoon saw some and heard some and he even liked some. The bulging in the front of his sweats wasn’t that obvious but it definitively was there, where it wasn’t in everyday happenings. You both got visibly surprised, maybe a little aroused too, but said nothing. Instead, you two, in all your lipstick-messed glory, stared Namjoon in the eye with some sort of dignity.

“I would have appreciated it if you hadn’t seen anything or said something or go somewhere else.” Jimin was always borderline aggressive when he thought something was inappropriate; and, though you didn’t always agree with this approach, you stood by him on this one because he was right.

“But I told you we shouldn’t do this here in the open,” you whispered, a little ashamed. Namjoon blinked, speechless.

“I-I…” He swallowed and inhaled deeply. “You’re right, I’m sorry I watched you and I’m sorry I interrupted too.” He said all of that sporting the brightest color of red ever seen in someone’s face. “I forgot both of you would be here and that you both do these things. I should have called before coming, sorry.” Jimin was totally satisfied with that reaction but you were not. You felt bad that Namjoon was putting all the blame on himself when you had a feeling something like this could happen and did nothing.

“It’s okay, Joon. Just… don’t watch us without asking ever again.” Though it did feel a little hot. Being caught was one of the many fantasies you and Jimin shared, and you knew that Jimin felt as aroused and excited as you. But he was sterner than you and so, he was the one that put the ruthless mask on and delimited the boundaries to all the people outside your relationship.

“Ask you?” Namjoon asked in utter disbelief, like he was hearing the craziest nonsense ever. He could ask? He could watch? You and Jimin looked at each other. Of course he could watch. Any of them could watch, if they wanted. You both discussed it a million times; if any of Bangtan, six of them being single and unlucky, approached the couple seriously, they had no reason to tell them no. You trusted them a lot, and it wouldn’t necessarily ruin the friendship; not if they didn’t make it weird.

“Well, if you want to do something that involves other people, you usually ask if they’re OK with it.” And yet Namjoon couldn’t believe what his group member was saying. He felt weird. So weird that his nervous system was firing all alarms. His heart started beating faster than when he came home to the image of two of his friends doing each other. He felt so overwhelmed suddenly.

“Okay,” he said, before spinning on his heels and almost running to Jimin’s spare room. You were confused. Why did Namjoon go to that room instead of getting out of the house?

“This damn dumb bitch interrupted us in the best moment.,” Jimin grumbled, upset.

“Babe, why is Namjoon here?” you inquired harshly, crossing your arms. Jimin pursed his lips and looked at you with his big, puppy eyes. You didn’t buy it. “Jimin, were you the one that made Namjoon come tonight?” Your boyfriend sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, baby, but – Wait, wait! I didn’t ask him to come! I just let him come!” he explained in a rush when he saw you open your mouth to yell at him. “There’s a problem with the water system at his building and I told him he could crash here for a couple nights. He is out all the time so I totally forgot he was sleeping here this week.” You scoffed.

“You’re dumb, did you know that?” Jimin just giggled at your response. It was an accident, so there was nothing to get angry at. You grinned at him, playing with his fingers. “Can we finish what we started now?” But he grimaced at that.

“I don’t know how to feel about fucking you after what happened. I mean, is one thing to fantasize about it and other completely different to experience it without consent.” Jimin didn’t look convinced. You appreciated so much how tactful he was about the situation.

“You’re right, baby, maybe let the shock pass first.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. “But would you, at least, let me help you? As a reward for being a good friend.” He smirked, and passed his arms around your waist to hug you to his body.

“How could I say no to a reward?” …

And just as fast as you agreed, you were on Jimin’s bed. Currently, your boyfriend was laying on his back, sweats on his mid thighs, with you kneeling by his side and pumping him with all your heart. And yet, he was fixated on the ceiling, barely reacting to the stimulation.

“Man, why the fuck are you just laying there? I’m giving you a hand job right now,” you huffed, frustrated with the indifference your boyfriend showed toward your efforts. “If you want a blow, you just have to ask, you know.” You stopped all movements and Jimin finally focused on you, coming back from being lost in his head.

“Sorry, babe, you’re amazing as always. I just can’t stop thinking about what happened.” He sat up, now being face to face to look you closely.

“Well, same. It was awkward but also kinda hot.” Jimin nodded a little absent-minded.

“He seemed surprised that you said he should ask.”

“It’s not every day that two of your friends indirectly invite you to watch them have sex, though.” At that, Jimin arched an eyebrow, playful all of a sudden.

“So you were inviting him, huh?” You blushed.

“I mean, yeah. Wasn’t that what we wanted? Did I read your eyes wrong?” Jimin, once more, got closer to your face like a menace, until you were millimeters from touching.

“So, you really plan on having him watch while you’re getting fucked mercilessly, in every way, in full dom/sub display? I bet you would like to get dicked down by him too.” He smiled and you felt your heart racing. What was your boyfriend implying?

“Uh, I don’t know? I mean, sounds… Yeah.” You really tried to form a rational sentence, though it was difficult with all your thoughts all over the place. As an avid over-thinker, you needed three to five business days to sit down and dissect the whole situation from beginning to end to sort out your opinions. “And what about you? Would you be fine by that? Would you also like to get some of his dick?”

“Nah, love. I don’t think it flows like that between us. Would be super embarrassing to bounce on his lap and go to a company briefing with him the next morning.” And he smirked deviously at you. “But it wouldn’t be weird watching him thoroughly giving it to you. Or should I say, hammering it into you.” He extended his arm and fondly caressed the side of your face. “Mmh, I think the shock had already passed because I just unlocked a new fantasy. Baby, I really, really need to see you being fucked into dumbness by him” he expressed with a pout, like begging you to give it to him. “I can attest he has a horse dick too.”

“Jimin!”

“And I think it will help me to shut up that annoying ego of yours for once; you’d been domming for too long and need humbling” he added to tease you. You frowned at the teasing; frowned even deeper at the weird list of cons of fucking Namjoon that your boyfriend just gave you.

"You’re getting a little too brave for a man with his dick in his vengeful girlfriend’s hand,” you told him lowly, narrowing your eyes and gripping said dick harder. Jimin took a sharp breath but smiled anyways.

“That’s it, babe, that’s how I like it. Just tug a couple times more while I imagine Namjoon folding you into two and fucking you to tears.” You scoffed and pinched Jimin’s nipple, way too hard to be pleasurable.

“Ow! But I’m being honest!” Jimin complained with a laugh.

“If you want me to blow you, stay fucking quiet, whore” you warned Jimin, getting comfortable on your knees. Your boyfriend helped you by taking your long hair in a makeshift ponytail in one hand. And you did exactly what you said.

As always, Jimin was loud and, at times, rough. Whenever you bobbed up, he only let a second pass before push your head down on his cock again. He lived for hearing you gagging and choking on him. And, as expected, he loved it messy and with a lot of saliva involved.

“Holy fuck, this mouth is amazing, baby, just like your pussy. Dirty little bitch, where did you learn to deepthroat this good? Is because you used your whore mouth on many cocks? I bet that’s why.” With each word, Jimin thrusted his hips against your mouth rougher. He was very aware of your limits and knew that his words and movements were making you drip. “Those late nights waiting for me in the company? I bet you spend them being used by the guys. Whose cocks do you slobber, you fucking cumdump? Yoongi hyung’s? Hobi hyungs’s?”

Your eyes welled up just as your pussy creamed the skimpy panties you wore for Jimin. Though you had a pretty dominant and defiant personality, you became fully submissive from time to time to humor boyfriend. Like in that moment, when you let him control your head by taking fistfuls of your hair to make you gobble his cock however he wanted. His balls hit your chin each time he snapped his hips up, and, since all that movement made it very difficult for you to keep your saliva in your mouth, most of it ended up falling towards Jimin’s body, dampening his testicles and inner thighs.

“Ah, I know -shit- you act all innocent but you let Namjoon use your mouth every night, like the disgusting slutty toy you are.” He was really close; you could tell by the precum that his cock leaked on your tongue and how his member throbbed. You looked up at him and catched him devouring you with his eyes, plump lower lip tucked between his teeth (and you couldn’t help internally melting at his cute crooked front tooth). On the other side of the blowjob, Jimin felt his abs flexing uncontrollably while he fixed all his attention on you, the most perfect being that ever existed. You were a sight for his sore eyes, with that fucked up face he loved – the only thing that could make him come in seconds. “Oh fuck, I won’t stop thinking about his come dripping from your mouth. Shit, shit, shit—”

Despite having your mouth way too full and roughed, you moaned to assist your boyfriend in cumming. The thrusts became erratic and a loud, long moan left Jimin’s lips when he threw his head back to finally let go, coating your mouth and throat. He pushed your face against his crotch and held you there tightly until he stopped coming. In a couple seconds more, his breathing was steadier and he could let go of your poor head.

You lifted yourself slowly and breathed deeply, composing yourself despite being a mess of tears, saliva and cum. Wiping some off with the back of your hand, you looked pointedly at Jimin, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“You’re getting a little too insistent with this me and Namjoon thing. Are you really that fucked up? That you would enjoy the emotional torture of seeing me with someone else? Do you have a kink about being cheated on?” Even with a rough voice, Jimin understood what you said instantly, and his response was a roll of eyes and a snort.

“Don’t be an idiot, I just find it hot, ok? I DO NOT want you to leave me for him.”

“So hot that you had to talk about it so detailly to cum?” You helped to get his pants back on their place before fishing one shirt you found nearby to clean your face. Jimin admired you for a moment, hands behind his head.

“Yes.” He smiles brightly. “And I’m serious when I say I need to see you get fucked by him. It’s, like, vital for me right now.” It was your turn to snort. “Maybe all of us could benefit from his stay here.” Eyes drooping, you rested your body on his, using his chest as your pillow. Too many things happened in the span of an hour and just now all the alcohol intake had its effect of making you sleepy. Whatever other things Jimin said, you missed them after giving your veredict:

“Maybe.”

[aris-ink]

Hi so I saw your post about request, well I was wondering if you could write about "somnophilia and pseudo incest," with jungkook or jimin. However, idk, if its okay if the oc/yn is a lowkey yandere too? 😅😅

jk because I already have a similar request for jimin 💖 also, yes

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: this is nothing but sin, allusions to violence (not towards the reader), possessiveness, jealousy, pseudo incest, mentions of medication, con noncon, somnophilia, masturbation, creampie, some dirty talk, lowkey yandere reader

It wasn't unusual for your stepbrother to check up on you before bed. You've grown closer than you initially thought you would; it turned out that beneath the surface, you and Jungkook weren't that different, after all.

With a soft click, he turned off your nightlight, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settled beside you. Only the light of the moon filtered in through the curtains now, casting an ethereal glow on your face. Not for the first time, Jungkook's thoughts strayed far from the appropriate, familial path that they should have stayed on. He had always been rather closed off, but you managed to reach his heart and make a home in it so deep he couldn't stand to be apart from you.

Not for the first time, looking at you, Jungkook thought he understood the primal, ancient practices of making sacrifices to the gods. You were certainly a goddess to him, and he'd fall on his knees a thousand times over to pray at your altar; he'd slaughter and maim, to worship you and protect you. And he'd do so without batting an eyelid.

You wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled into him, letting him pull you into his broad chest. You seemed to realize it was wrong to be this affectionate with him; he could see it in the way you jumped when your parents walked in as he'd hold you, pushing his hands away and avoiding his eyes. He could see it in the way you'd tense up when he'd come near you anytime your friends were around. But you never said anything; so he didn't, either.

He accepted that for a while, he could only be close to you in moments like this, concealed by the darkness behind closed doors. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, his rings cold against the heat of your skin.

"Sleepy?" He asked, amusement clear in his voice as he watched your eyes fall shut.

You hummed in response.

"I feel so much better on the new medication," you whispered. "I can't even remember when I fall asleep."

"That's good," Jungkook nodded. "I'm really glad."

It was true; Jungkook hated seeing you worn out, tormented by constant interruptions in your sleeping patterns. Seeing your eyes glow brighter and the bags under them disappear brought him a sense of relief he could never put into words.

There was one more reason, though. One more reason he had waited so patiently for you to get your new medication, settle into good sleeping habits and lower your guard. One more reason why he watched you so carefully as you swallowed your pills tonight. Jungkook was a good brother; but he was not a good man.

Carefully, he slipped his arm out from under you, ignoring the adorable groan of protest that tumbled out of your mouth. He pressed one knee into the mattress, right in between your thighs, resting his muscular arms on either side of your head. Your eyes fluttered as you felt his weight above you, your lids heavy with the weight of exhaustion, struggling to stay open.

"Jungkook?" You whispered.

The question lingering in the air felt so tangible he could practically taste it on his tongue. He could practically taste you as he leaned in, your breath mingling with his. This was a line he had never crossed before, and the fact that he was on the verge of doing so just as you were being pulled into the dark abyss of dreams was perplexing enough to make you reach out to touch him, see if he was real.

His arm felt hot and hard beneath your palm. He felt real enough. What was he doing, exactly? You weren't sure. Your head was beginning to feel fuzzy; but Jungkook had no intentions of letting you go to sleep scared or confused.

"Relax," he muttered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, baby?"

It wasn't a term that he used with you often. You blinked up at him slowly, like you weren't quite catching on. Jungkook tapped the tip of his finger against your bottom lip, clicking his tongue.

"So this is how it's going to be, huh?" His voice turned into gravel, though it remained quiet all the same. "We're gonna pretend I don't notice how you push that little ass against me when we're in bed? Walking around the house with your tits on full display."

Seeing the embarassment that settled on your face made him grow harder in his briefs. It was all the confirmation he needed. He brushed his cheek against yours when his lips touched your ear.

"Should I also pretend I don't know about the mess you made behind my back?" He could feel you stiffen beneath him, your breath catching in your throat. "Scaring away all my girls. Possessive, aren't you?"

When he lifted his head again he couldn't hold back the arrogance that shone through his smile. The way you squeezed your hand into a fist with the little strength you had left, the way you pursed your lips, refusing to meet his eye. So cute.

He kissed your cheek tenderly, cooing at you.

"Don't be mad, baby. You're my only girl."

And then the way you looked up at him. It made his lungs constrict. He could have spent neons counting all the stars in your eyes.

"Then kiss me."

Whether it was your request, or the drugs taking over, your eyes fell shut again. Jungkook could swear his cock was starting to leak, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. The realization that he was finally going to have you, touch you and do whatever he wanted was beginning to settle in, setting his nerves on fire. Because you had no idea what you were in for.

"No," he gruffed. "You're a little minx. And you're going to get fucking punished for making me wait."

"Jungkook," his name came out as a weak, beautiful whine. "You were the one sleeping around."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

"Two can play at that game, baby. Don't be jealous."

His teasing tone was deceiving. He wanted you to be jealous. That was the whole point. And now that he reached his goal, it was his responsibility and utmost pleasure to take all of your concerns away.

"You're the only girl that matters," he promised sincerely, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone. "The only one that ever mattered."

The peaceful sigh that left you made excitement simmer in his stomach.

"And you're mine," he added in a murmur, "aren't you?"

You nodded in agreement.

"Then dream away, baby. I'm gonna leave you a gift," he pressed two of his fingers into your panty clad core, sliding them down to your entrance. "Right here."

You moaned into his ear. Jungkook's eyes almost rolled back, the dampness of your underwear sending him spiraling deeper into the most depraved parts of his mind.

"You'll be dripping with my cum," he dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Extra wet to touch yourself in the morning, yeah?"

You shuddered, attempting to wrap your arms around him, but they fell helplessly to your sides. "Please," you sighed, barely audible.

There was no way Jungkook could resist, not when you were begging for it, pliant and wet even as you succumbed to your medication and drifted off into a deep slumber. In fact, knowing that you were so eager for him despite being unconscious made his cock swell more, along with his heart.

"Sweet dreams."

He took in the steady rise and fall of your chest, how your head lolled to the side. He wanted you to be awake for your first time together; he wanted to capture your every moan and face expression, because Jungkook was greedy that way.

That didn't mean, however, that he couldn't keep his promise tonight.

He ran his tongue over his piercing as he lifted your shirt, pupils blown out, eyes stuck on the swell of your breasts. Tight, pretty nipples he couldn't wait to put his mouth on. He felt like a teenager again, watching porn for the first time; only this was real, you were real, so much better than any fantasy mankind could conjure up.

A deity from heavens above indeed.

He cupped your breast, the softness of it almost overwhelming. Leaning in to catch a hardened nipple in his mouth, he gave it an experimental suck. You were perfect. Groaning, he quickly switched to flicking his hot tongue against it. You tasted so sweet, he couldn't help looking for relief, shifting slightly in between your legs so he could grind his hard on against you.

It didn't help. The pleasure shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He was too excited; he knew he wasn't going to last long, but he didn't care. The sight of you lying there, helpless and waiting to be taken was enough to corrupt any man, that much he knew. Should he have felt some kind of guilt, a shadow of doubt, maybe? He didn't care about that either. Somehow the thought of how wrong this was made him leak more precum into his briefs. You belonged to him in all ways possible, and this was proof. You always have.

He inched away from your chest to pull your underwear aside, long, tattooed fingers grazing your wet folds. You were so warm, so mesmerizing; he couldn't take his eyes off of you, fumbling to take his needy, throbbing cock out with one hand.

The cool air that hit him was a small relief. He couldn't wait, no matter how much he wanted to savor the moment. He consoled himself with the thought that he'd have plenty of time to do it again. To feel you, to grope you, to choose where he wanted to come - because right now he still had a promise to keep.

Only a fraction of him was sober enough to remember how thin the walls were. He gritted his teeth as he rubbed his cock in between your folds, fighting to keep his breathing under control.

So wet. So still. He spread your lips, slipping the flushed tip inside the tightness of your cunt. His abdomen tensed up, a whimper trying to push its way out of his throat. This was the real test of his faith, the biggest temptation Jungkook had yet to face. It would have been so easy to just ram inside and fuck you.

But Jungkook was a good brother, and good brothers didn't go back on their word. Good brothers weren't selfish.

He wrapped a hand around his veiny shaft and pressed his lips into your neck, proceeding to stroke himself slowly. He grunted when he felt your walls sucking him in, like you were begging for the rest of his cock to ruin you. Instead his hand sped up, his hips beginning to rut forward.

"So tight, so tight," he gritted into your skin. "Mmph- fuck."

No response. Of course, how could there be one? He tightened his hand around your breast, squeezing desperately. He had dreamed of jerking himself off right into your willing, drenched pussy, and the fact that it was finally happening was too much for him to handle. He could feel his orgasm rushing at him like a freight train, and he made no attempt to move out of the way of its blinding lights.

His cock pulsed as sticky cum shot into your heat, a throaty moan muffled against your neck. He emptied himself inside you with his eyes shut tightly, letting the sensation consume him entirely until he was spent.

He limped against you before pulling his cock out of your filled cunt, attempting to catch his breath.

"Oh fuck..." he mumbled. "Oh fuck."

His body was humming with a pleasant rush, his stomach still jittery, the aftermath of a rollercoaster. He breathed you in, trying to ground himself in you.

Not wanting to crush you, however, he forced himself up and lied down beside you, a heavy sigh fleeing his chest. He fixed up your panties and pulled his own boxers back up, trying not to think about his cum resting inside you. If he focused on it too much, he knew he'd get hard again, and he didn't think he'd be able to restrain himself this time.

Wrapping an arm around you, he left appreciative kisses on your shoulder, an uncomfortable pang of sorrow stinging his chest when he realized he couldn't stay with you. Not as a boyfriend. Not as a lover. If your parents walked in and caught you, you'd both be immediately disowned. And while Jungkook didn't give a flying fuck, personally, he didn't want to see you hurt.

It looked like he'd have to take care of this problem on his own. Sooner rather than later.

He sighed again, pressing a final kiss into your lips. Soft, short and sweet, a silent goodnight, see you tomorrow, I love you.

He couldn't wait to say it out loud.

[smhtaehyung]

shy on the sly (jjk)

chapter 1: boys will be boys

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: smut, comedy, summer camp au

warnings: eventual smut, oral sex, awkward kissing and oral sex, horny jk, masturbation, voyerism, inexperienced!kook, awkward conversations. (slowburn?) dirty talk, perverted fantasies, shy jk, maknae line ft. Hobi, summer camp alternative universe, swearing, underage drinking, thigh kink, scent kink, kinks all round, masturbation in shower, public.

wordcount: 4,1k

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He could remember it like it was yesterday. Like he promised, he was there, standing at the dock exactly 7 years from that hot summer night. He was much wiser now, that for sure. Had much more money than then and talked more eloquently. However, he still felt like a kid, especially after thinking about her.

It was 2015 and Jungkook was an 18 year old boy, lucky to be on a summer camping trip with his best friends. It was a creative art summer camp, so every year, him and his 3 friends would rule the camp. They were the 4 most popular people there, given their charms and extrovert behavior. So naturally, as they basked into their glory, Jungkook always stayed a little bit reserved, not being too cocky for people to misinterpret because Jungkook really loved making friends. He was just bad at it.

He always imagined his persona was the main character of the whole summer camp reality show. So, just like any other year before, summer camp season 2014 was unique by itself. But Jungkook didn't know that at the time. He didn't know who was going to change his summer completely.

"Wake up, idiot. We're here." Jungkook's friend slapped his shoulder, waking him up from his deep sleep. The bus had arrived to Tear Lake. The smell of pine tress hit Jungkook's nostrils and travelled directly to his brain to the nostalgia chunk. He smiled upon seeing his friends hurriedly rushing out, following after them.

"This is going to be a good year." His friend Taehyung giggled at himself, preparing a smooth player sort of character.

"What?" Jimin laughed at him, his eyes squinting at the same sight.

"Some new fish in the...lake." Taehyung joked, observing how many new girls came to camp. There were about 10, but given Jimin's and Taehyung reputation, amidst 50 people there they scanned them.

Everyone laughed at his joke, including Jungkook who was still kind of clueless but decided not to ask to seem stupid. Once he realized, he decided to keep his comments to himself. He wasn't crazy about chasing girls anyway.

"Let's eat something." Hoseok's final chiming in was enough to make everyone agree and immediately rush to the outdoor restaurant for the dinner.

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"Hi Jimin." One of the girls winked his way after the dinner and he almost didn't recognize her for a second, still he waved back. The boys were sitting at the table, feeling full after a good dinner, observing the new and the old faces.

"I only have one question. I think you're a man-whore and you won't know the answer to my question so I'm gonna ask it. My question is... what year did you two fool around?" Taehyung teased Jimin, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"Shut up. I know. Like 20..2013..no, 2011?" Jimin questioned more than he gave a statement.

"You're a bastard." Jungkook disappointedly chuckled at him.

"Not everybody is a sweet romantic like you. God, I wish I could have your babies, but I think you'd be the one giving birth." Jimin provoked Jungkook, making all of them laugh. Jungkook also laughed, knowing it wasn't intentional.

"I'm not a romantic."

"You're not?" Hoseok now asked a question, rising Jungkook's nerves a little bit.

"I'm not!" Jungkook raised his voice.

"Okay, then I dare you to chat up a girl at the dance today and take her to the cabin." Taehyung dared Jungkook, sticking a spoonful of pudding in his mouth.

"Fine. I'll try." Jungkook sighed and looked down, hating sometimes that he feared peer pressure.

If he only knew back then where she would be standing at that dance everything would be much more simple. Hell, even if he knew the conversation what was going on a few meters to his left.

"Hae, stop it. Why would you invite them to our cabin? It's against the rules."

"So what? We've already invited a few boys." Hae disregarded and went straight to Jungkook's table. Trying to stop it, Y/N ended up standing by her, embarrassing yourself as well, but the truth of the matter was, every boy at the table was more focused on Hae's big breasts in that tight white top than on you. Only one guy didn't seem to be fazed. He just ate his pudding, catching a short eye contact with her friend. With Y/N.

Jungkook looked up, observing her for a few seconds only to get back to his pudding. Y/N chuckled. She was too busy to notice that Hae was really inviting them to the cabin after the opening dance. Jungkook was too busy with his pudding to notice Jimin calling his name.

"Jungkook! Wake up! Do you want to go with us?"

"Sure." Jungkook agreed, not even knowing what he was agreeing to. The amount of how much he trusted his friends impressed you. You giggled at him by accident, but he didn't seem to notice it.

"Great! See you guys then. We're at cabin 014." Hae smiled and bumped into you as she walked away. You turned your back as well and started walking.

"What are we now on, like 11 people? You know I'll kill you if someone messes with my room. And ChiChi will kill you." Y/N talked about their quiet roommate.

"It's fine. It's only for tonight." She giggled, trying to manifest hooking up with some of the cute boys from that table.  

At the table, the boys got their panties into a bunch.

"She is so hot. I want to put my face between those two beautiful things." Taehyung was mesmerized. Hoseok's jaw was still dropped open while Jimin sat in silence, creating a plan inside his mind on how to get her to fool around with him. Jungkook was a cool silent observant like always, and the girls around liked him more for that. They thought that he was playing hard to get, but Jungkook just didn't really care. He wanted to get excited, be intimate with someone, even do a lot more dirtier stuff but the whole chasing thing made him tired before even starting. Still, he would often glare at female attributes here and there. But Jungkook had an unique taste.

She didn't know it at the time, but as she walked away with Hae, Jungkook caught a glimpse of Y/N thighs, and how good and not invasive they looked. That's why he wasn't really a boob guy. Way too invasive and in your face. But he didn't think much of it.

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"Why do I have to share a room with Jimin? It's better if Taehyung is with him. You two want to bring girls to your room either way." Jungkook sighed, unpacking his suitcase as his friends were getting ready for the dance.

"Oh c'mon! Last year was fine!" Jimin tried to convince him, wiping sweat off his forehead. "God, we need to get a fan." He whined additionally.

"I slept on the couch for three weeks because of you! I just want to rest." Jungkook's tone was slightly agitative, but Jimin always managed to soften him.

"Listen. I'll try my best to not be loud. For you, I'll even sleep at the girl's cabin. Just, don't be a nag please." Jimin patted Jungkook's head. Jungkook just sighed to himself.

Laughter echoed from their cabin. The infamous 027 and the rumors about the boys circled around the camp as if it really was a reality show. Still, a lot of girls missed dinner in order to get ready for the dance. Just so they would earn a stare from Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin or Taehyung. There were many other cute boys at camp, but the popular ones always have and always will get the most attention from the ladies.

The opening dance was about to start with all the camp counselors and instructors waiting for the teens to gather. But back at 014, stress intoxicated the air.

Y/N was trying to rush Hae. "We're already late. Let's go Hae." She pleaded, hating that Hae spent more than 45 minutes doing her eyeliner - still looking the exact same.

"I want to lock the cabin, can you please hurry." Chichi, the youngest of the three girls, had no patience left.

"Give me the keys. I'll lock up. Go, we'll come after you." Y/N reassured Chichi, who left kind of mad at Hae.

"What? I'm done. Just a little more-" Hae felt the judgement from Y/N, who cut her off immediately.

"No! Let's go."

"You're going like that?" Hae commented on Y/N's oversized hoodie and shorts, mocking her dirty converse shoes.

"Yes I am. And I don't care." Y/N took her phone and opened the door, practically forcing Hae to leave.

"I'm sorry. It's just, you don't get it, I've been watching Jimin all the time last summer and I never made a move. Tonight's the night. I want it to be perfect." Hae finally got up, kind of sulking on her way out.

"They always chase new girls you know that. I don't think they pay attention to us. We've been here for years. You really think you'll manage it?" Y/N's tone provoked Hae.

"They were eyeing me up and down. All of them. Especially Hoseok." Hae nagged Y/N as she locked the cabin.

"You really think I know their names? I only know Jimin. Only because we had to work together on a play last year."

"Shut up! You should know!"

"They're just pretentious idiots who care more about their looks and who they fuck rather than actually enjoying this beautiful summer doing important stuff." Y/N commented, her walk on the way to the lake much more faster than Hae's, as she was too concerned not to get dirt on her outfit.

"And you wouldn't like to, like, fool around with anyone of them?" Hae provoked.

"This hot weather is really frying your braincells. No, I wouldn't. I mean, if one of them is actually nice, then maybe." Y/N helped Hae down the hill, holding her hand.

"Oh, c'mon. Girls like you usually chase the non-chaseble. Like Jungkook."

"Who's Jungkook?"

"The quiet boring one. But he's playing hard to get this summer LIKE ALWAYS. Ugh, he's so hot." Hae's words made Y/N chuckle.

She continued gossiping about Jungkook.

"I heard he is a really good kisser. And that his oral game is a masterpiece." She daydreamed.

"I think they're all bad. No man can have that much cockiness and actually be good at sexual stuff." Y/N spoke more quietly once they approached the crowd. The counselors were already giving their speech about how to behave, what to do and what to learn this summer.

"Well, when I try it out, Imma let you know." Hae removed the hair out of her face, her new stuck up persona poisoning her walk talk and the way she held herself.

And then he came, standing in the back while his friends started to dance. Y/N had wondered if that was Jungkook. Because by now, she only knew him as a pudding boy who didn't seem to be fazed by Hae.

The music blasted at the lake and the counselors and instructors kept their distance by their cabin, observing the improvised dance floor by the dock.

"Hae. Is that Jungkook?" Y/N pointed in a discreet manner.

"Yeah, how do you not know- wait, why?" Hae was caught off guard.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to stay updated."

"You're so awkward. But it's cute." She nudged her shoulder, both of them giggling.

Even though she hated to admit it, Y/N thought Jungkook was attractive. She understood why the girls fell for him, but there was no way on earth she was going to chase him. She hated the chase. Besides, sometimes people are to be judged by the friends surrounding them. While checking him out, Y/N's eyes met his. Naturally, out of panic, she looked away quickly, making Jungkook smile.

He REALLY liked her thighs. The way she dressed casually and her hair was still not brushed given most girls there had a whole evening to get ready. He liked the way he could creep a look at her breasts through her hoodie, given she wasn't wearing a bra. Hell, even his mind hoped for a cold breeze later on so he could see her nipples poke through a little bit. But damn it, he hated those thoughts because they always ended up like this -

"Bro, I don't want to seem gay, but is your dick hard right now?" Jimin pointed a finger at Jungkook, mocking him. Thankfully it was only him there to point it out.

"My mind travelled a bit, shit." Jungkook tried to play it off, sitting down on the tree stump and fidgeting with his arms.

"It travelled under which skirt?" Jimin sat down next to him, trying to make him point where.

"No. Not any of them."

"You into dudes?" Jimin tried to respectfully ask.

"No! It doesn't mind. It's not one of the new girls anyway. I think. I don't know, I don't think I've seen her around. She must be-" Jungkook started to carry a curious monologue with himself only to turn around and look at Jimin who was visibly confused.

"Have some of this." Jimin pushed a drink into Jungkook's hands. Jungkook rolled his eyes in a disappointed manner.

"Did you guys bring alcohol again?"

"Of course we did! Half these girls are drunk as hell right now. Look at them."

Jungkook shoot a look directly her way, no shame present. Just curiosity.

In that same moment Y/N was taking a cup from Hae's hand.

"Who brought booze?" Y/N chuckled.

"The 'pretentious idiots' as you like to call them. What, you're not gonna drink knowing it's theirs?" Hae teased, visibly tipsy.

"To hell with them" Y/N downed the cup, the bitter taste of whiskey mixed with coke sliding down her throat, burning it. Her cheeks immediately reddened. She was never drunk before and hoped she wouldn't get tonight. Maybe she took a bit too much because in only a few seconds she started dancing the same way Hae was, kind of flirty.

Jungkook's tongue played with the inside of his cheek as he observed the situation. Without a thought, he downed it, learning a yell of approval from Jimin.

"Let's go dance." Jungkook stood up, Jimin following after him in complete awe to what alcohol could do to a shy man - boy, Jimin knew. but he'd like to think with all the lady action he was getting that he was much older than 18. That he was a man. But he wasn't.

The sought-after alcohol drinks at the stand behind the rock was in full progression. Counselors and instructors could not see it, so they had a wonderful opportunity to get everyone drunk. Besides, most of them were 18 at that point. Given their counselors and instructors had a gathering of their own, soon all of them were inside the cabin, smoking and drinking, hoping no one would see them. But, most boys always peeked through the windows. Especially through the bedroom windows of pretty counselors and when they would change. He hated to admit it, but Jungkook never minded a peek through a window here and there, blaming it on the hormones.

On the dance floor, Jungkook did his infamous shoulder dance, making his hyungs laugh. He always tried to make them laugh given he saved all his energy when he was being shy and standing behind them. He would really use it to make them laugh. And he did, always. Taehyung chimed in almost instantly, suffering from a slight problem of wanting all the attention for himself. That's why he was so envious of Jungkook when it came to girls. He charmed them by his shyness and randomness whilst Taehyung always had to act a fool.

Everyone was going wild, dancing to the summer hits everyone loved and knew well. The sound of crickets was barely noticeable, only when a person went to pee near the bush or a tree because everyone was so lazy to go up to their cabin.

Some people though were marketing experts. So, the cabin 02, only about 30 feet away from the dance floor, offered their toilet for people's needs. They charged a dollar for peeing and 4 dollars for anything that would take a while. Starting from pooping to fooling around, but that was mostly just for attention. Every guy wanted to get his dick sucked at the 02 toilet. It was some sort of trashy accomplishment to them. Even Jungkook.

"What? 3 dollars? For a pee?" Y/N tried to argue with Skid, the guy who rented the toilets.

"I had to bring the prices up. Look at the line behind you. I'm going to be rich." His blunt low voice made Y/N visibly roll her eyes in annoyance.

"Hae, let's go pee." Y/N grabbed her by the arm, trying to motion her to go to the bushes.

"Y/N, eww. What if something bites me?" She whined.

"I'll bite it back, now, c'mon I'm gonna piss myself."

The sound of the music started to quiet down, promising a peaceful whizz.

"Like right here?" Hae raised her voice. Y/N was sick with her complaining.

"You're right, open your mouth, I have a better way in mind." Y/N mocked her through a loud whisper as she squatted down.

Someone laughed at her joke. "That's funny. Can you wait a sec and then do your thing? I'm still peeing." A man's voice made her slightly scream and get up.

"Jungkook? Oh my god, sorry." Hae giggled in her usual promiscuous manner. And then Jungkook smiled once he shot a look at Y/N, feeling weird his dick was in his hands when he made eye contact with her.

"Sorry." Y/N also spoke, Jungkook's ears hearing better all of the sudden. Her voice was piercing through his mind.

He gave his penis a few shakes and zipped his pants up, taking a cup he left on the stump.

"Are you finished?" Jimin walked towards him, noticing the two girls.

"Whoooa, with two girls? In the bushes? Wow." Jimin tried to gas him up, but Jungkook closed his eyes feeling frustrated.

"It's not like that, fuckface. We just wanted to pee." Y/N couldn't realize whether it was the alcohol, but she would always not talk back at guys like Jimin. This time, it earned a smile from Jungkook, but she couldn't see it given his back was turned to her. Jimin squinted his eyes, chuckling to himself.

"Sorry about my friend. She's drunk. How are you doing? I'm Hae.. I invited you to our cabin-"

"Y/N! Almost didn't recognize you. And of course I remember you Hae." Jimin came closer, flirting with her right ahead. The two sort of observed each other in silence, whispering some things between them. Given both Y/N and Jungkook wanted to be a good friend, they stayed away.

"I'm gonna go."

"Me too." Y/N agreed, rushing in front of Jungkook. He kept his distance, but tried his hardest to avoid eye contact.

As they walked down to the dance floor, both of them could feel some sort of tension piling up on Jungkook's forehead.

"We don't have to walk together down, you know that?" Y/N's words were way too overthought.

"That's so awkward. It's fine. We can walk down." Jungkook smiled, his voice on the more softer side.

"I'm Y/N."

"Jeon Jungkook." Jungkook spoke everything through a smile, even his name. In fact, it was so much that it sometimes seemed a little bit staged.

"Nice to meet you."

"Are you new to the camp?" Jungkook asked, hating how awkward he sounded.

"No. I've been here for years."

Y/N's answer made him furrow his eyebrows. How come he never noticed those thighs? And her, of course.

"No way. I've never seen you before."

"Thanks?" Jungkook realized by her answer that he might have judged her.

"No, not like that. I'm just-"

"I'm joking. Don't be so stressed."

"I'm not stressed." Jungkook answered abruptly.

"Fine." She realized she might have stepped a little bit overboard. In the silence, she tried to find topics. He did as well but everything seemed to be awkwardly constructed in his head.

On their way down, Jungkook would steal a look at her jiggling tits under her hoodie, imagining what they looked like. And there it was, the breeze. Jungkook couldn't help but to stare at her erected nipples through the fabric from the corner of his eye.

As soon as Y/N turned her head he looked down, but that was enough for the half erection in his pants starting to tighten. He needed more booze if he wanted them to stop. And he really took that as a plan.

"You wanna go get more booze?" He proposed a daring question, not even believing it himself.

"Sure." Y/N answered observing the way his hair was scattered all over his forehead. She was now close enough to notice how attractive he really was. His body was quite athletic, his arm muscles looking pretty big, even as he wore the oversized black t-shirt. His eyes were pretty big and round and Y/N wondered why they looked at everything with caution.

"Did you and the boys from your cabin really buy all this alcohol?" Y/N questioned him once approaching the infamous whiskey coke dealers.

"Most of it, yeah. But a lot of people chimed in with some cash." Jungkook quietly spoke, gesturing Y/N to go first, showing good manners.

She took two whiskey cokes and gave Jungkook one. She started drinking it as if it was water, almost finishing half the cup.

Jungkook tried to keep up the same pace, but soon gave up after three small sips.

Jungkook carefully observed Y/N's pretty face as she giggled at something behind him.

"So, you want to get back to your friends? I don't know what are they trying to say to you though."

Jungkook turned around only to notice his friends mockingly encouraging him to finally fool around with someone. Once he took a better look around, almost every girl was staring at Y/N and why she was getting so much intention. It really confused them.

"What?" Y/N asked him, trying to break the painfully awkward silence.

"It's just a dare. They wanted me to find someone to...spend the night, tonight." Jungkook took a sip, trying to ignore all the attention.

"Wow, so you're using me as a bait?" Y/N scoffed.

"No! I forgot about it. I'm just not in the mood to hang out with them." He shyly observed the ground.

"What are you in the mood for?" Y/N tried to flirt a little bit, but Jungkook's clueless mind was way too busy trying to run away from things.

"Probably sleeping. Maybe taking a run. I don't know."

She rolled her eyes. She almost debated being fully direct, but it really was the alcohol making her think that way.

"Well, you still have to stop by our cabin. Unless you want to be nagged by your friends for days." Y/N dared, her arm wrapped around her chest, squeezing it up a little bit. Jungkook noticed it almost immediately.

"I know." He smiled in a disapointed manner.

"But, if you want them to stop being dicks to you, what if I help you out?" She proposed a dare of another kind.

Jungkook's mind travelled to many places. Was helping out a euphemism for stroking that painful boner in his pants? Or was it a preposition for an act because she didn't want to even get near his boner? Those were the only two options that existed in his brain. On a weird level, he hoped for both. Both would bring ease to his mind to some extent.

"We can rush to my room. I don't share it. Make it look like we're going to fool around and then I'll get you a blanket and a pillow so you sleep over on the floor. In the morning I want you gone. You'll have a peaceful sleep and get praised and my friend will stop teasing me about not being able to score. Deal?" Y/N explained in full detail, learning a look of respect from Jungkook. He liked that idea.

But, he liked more the fact that the night offered much more than some sort of plan. Maybe the tables would turn in a way he'd still get some sort of release for the tightness in his pants. Whatever it was, Y/N attracted Jungkook in ways he couldn't explain. And for the love of all great, Jungkook had to see her boobs. He became obsessed.

Was he like the others anyway? Just more awkward and unexperienced. Jungkook tucked his member in his waistband, hoping that the alcohol would kick in. But before taking another sip he almost hesitated. What if you wanted to see his cock? Jungkook's mind really was playing games on him.

"Deal."

NEXT CHAPTER

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heyyy, I posted this fic on my other acc but I cant be bothered with the logins so I'm just gonna update the masterlist and continue this fic on this acc. 

- k

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#1)

Summary: Jungkook gets jealous when he sees your nobody ex trying to dance with you and you are as oblivious as ever.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 4k (sorry)

Warnings: jealous jk, light choking, spanking, orgasm denial, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, blindfolds, restraints, oc says sir like once lol

Notes: lol I miss them. Anyway enjoy guys! lets chat if ya want:)

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Jungkook is new to this whole relationship thing, like for real for real. He constantly wants everything to be perfect and to go smoothly but what happens when your ex makes an appearance at the bar you’re all at? And you haven’t mentioned that Jungkook is your boyfriend now not just your best friend.

Jungkook needs you to say something before he does and if he is the one who has to do it he’s going to somehow feel like a dick. You’ve drank just enough to become that right amount of tipsy, right amount meaning you find everything funny. Your ex isn’t even that funny? Your ex also bellows over every now and then when you talk and Jungkook thinks damn are you even that funny? Like, why is he laughing so much? Jungkook looks over at the two of you and awkwardly smiles. He reaches his hand out and squeezes your thigh but you barely react! You continue talking to what’s his face and what’s his face completely ignores Jungkook’s obvious territorial hand.

“And you live there now? That’s amazing!” You yell out over the music, “Jungkook and I live—”

“Wow, you two still live together?” What’s his face asks and Jungkook is nodding his head, not amused with the conversation.

“Oh, we recently just started living together again.” You mention shyly.

“Oh? You two always have been really close.”

“Oh, actually we are—”

“y/n!!” Jimin runs up to you three at the bar, he breathes out heavily from all the dancing he’s done tonight.

“Hi.” You slightly slur towards your friend.

“Come and dance with me and Tae!” He gives what’s his face a quick nod. “You too, Jungkook.” He says now facing Jungkook and his face immediately falls when he notices Jungkook’s tense state. But then he’s smirking.

“Want to come dance with us too?” Jimin asks what’s his face and Jungkook groans out loud, literally out loud.

Jungkook is trying to behave. Being a boyfriend is new to him and his relationship with you is still fresh. But when is he allowed to show the world you’re his. He wants to show this entire bar of people that you belong to him. Oh god, is that possessive? Jungkook groans into his hands, sighing out in frustration. He doesn’t want to come across as possessive…is that annoying? Or maybe you find it sexy? He doesn’t fucking know!

But what he does know is he’s starting to get real pissed off at the way your ex leans into your space every time you two giggle. Jungkook scoots his bar stool closer to you and his arm pulls you into his side. You turn your head to face him and you smile. Jungkook melts right then and there as soon as he sees your lips curve into some dopey ass grin and he tightens his grip around your waist.

“What’s up baby?” you chirp happily.

“Come sit in my lap.” Jungkook softly commands, he’s already dragging you over to him and you barely protest.

“Why? So we can watch you two make out?” You hear Jimin whine from behind you three. “Again.”

Your ex watches you two with careful eyes and nods towards all of you,

“I’ll see you guys on the dance floor.”

Did Jungkook not make his point? Was this not super obvious? Should he have kissed you in front of him? Fuck you on this bar top to make a point?

You know that phrase when you’re angry… “All I see is red”? Well, Jungkook never understood that. He would think “How the fuck do you see red?” but now, he’s sort of starting to understand.

Because he sees nothing but cloudy red waves in his vision or at least a really bold orange color. He wouldn’t call this anger…no, more like pure fucking annoyance and irritation. And you? You have no idea…

“y/n” Jimin calls for you, “Let’s go dance!”

“Yeah, let’s dance!!” Taehyung claps his hands excitedly as he makes his way you to guys.

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek as he looks between all of you. He just got you in his lap, surely you won’t say yes.

“Yes!” you yell out over the music. “You coming babe?” You look at Jungkook who just shakes his head slowly.

“You sure?” you ask, “I can stay if you want..”

“No, it’s okay baby. Go, have fun. I’m just going to drink.” He squeezes your thigh and you smile, leaning down to kiss him.

You stand from his lap, and you, Jimin and Taehyung make your way to the dance floor. You guys find a spot in the center, many bodies covering Jungkook’s view of you and it’s admittedly driving him nuts. He wants to at least to be able to see you. But alas, he has no view.

Maybe 30 minutes and 4 whiskeys later Jungkook has decided he has had enough, he’s going to just go to the dance floor and have a good time. He slowly approaches you three when he sees there’s a fourth person. Your fucking ex. And he’s trying his hardest to dance with you and you are barely fucking noticing. This guy has the audacity to snake a hand around your waist to steady you, but his hand lingers—And Jungkook now, finally really does see red.

Because what the fuck?

“y/n!” He calls out for you but you don’t hear him, you’re too lost in the music. You sway your hips from side to side, your hands in your hair and this dude goes behind you and tries dancing with you some more.

“y/n!” he finally gets to you and you open your eyes and give him a smile.

“Hi.” You slur out. Just slightly.

“Come here.” He reaches for your wrist when the dude stops Jungkook with the booming of his loud voice.

“Can’t you see we’re dancing?”

Red. Fiery red.

“Mine.” He growls. He tightens his grip on your wrist and you finally register something is wrong.

“What’s going on?” your innocent voice doesn’t do much to help Jungkook’s anger, just fuels it.

“We’re going home.” He says lowly, giving both Jimin and Taehyung a curt nod and turning around to face you. “Now.”

“But I don’t want to go home.” You whine, basically stomping your feet. “I want to dance with my friends, and you.”

“No.” he groans, his voice deeper than usual. “We’re going home and we’re having a talk.”

“Can’t we just talk here?” you fold your arms over your chest, “I don’t want to go home.”

“y/n.” Jungkook warns. “Don’t choose now to be a brat.”

“So what if I’m bratty?” you pout, “What are you going to do?” you can’t help but challenge him. Jungkook quirks a brow at you and frowns.

“You want to be this way? Fine.” Jungkook turns towards the other side of the bar, dragging you along with him. He’s walking like he’s on a god damn mission and you’re struggling to follow behind him thanks to your heels.

“You’re sure about this?” Jungkook snaps his head to speak to you.

“Sure about what?” you feel intimidated by his dark gaze, he looks at you with narrowed eyes and you shudder.

“You sure you won’t just listen to me?”

“Nope, don’t wanna.”

“Didn’t think so.” And with that Jungkook pulls you into the hall where the bathrooms are and knocks on one of the doors. When there’s no answer he swings open the door and lightly shoves you inside.

“Still gonna be a brat? Still won’t listen?”

“So what if I am?” you answer his first question, “What are you going to—” Jungkook cuts you with his lips on yours. He adds a lot of pressure into the kiss like he’s mad and desperate. His fingers drag up the front of your body until they’re crawling up your throat and wrapping around it. You gasp when he lightly squeezes. His other hand makes it way to your ass, he grabs onto it and pushes you into his crotch.

“Jungkook—”

“No.” Jungkook breaths out heavily, “I’m going to show you what happens when you don’t listen.”

Jungkook goes back to kissing you, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth. You moan into his mouth and he pulls back from you.

“Bend over.” His deep voice commands. He looks at you with a serious and dark expression.

“W-What?”

“I said, bend over.”

You stare at Jungkook with disbelief filling your eyes. Surely he isn’t going to…no, there’s no way. These walls are paper thin and—

“Bend over baby.” He says a little more softly. “I’m going to spank you because you aren’t being a good girl.” He explains. “Only bad girls get spanked.”

“And I’m…bad?” you stutter out.

“Very.” Jungkook’s eyes grow even darker as he stares down at you, he licks his lips as he watches you shake your head.

“Jungkook, people will hear—”

“Who’s fault is that?”

“My…fault?”

“That’s right baby, you are mine. And I want you to be reminded of that.”

“I know I’m yours though…”

Jungkook chuckles bitterly, his hands going to his pants pockets.

“You need to let others know that too.” He nods his head in the direction of the bar, “People can get the wrong idea if you aren’t clear.”

“Babe…” you begin to blush, the idea of Jungkook spanking you in a bar bathroom gets you feeling really fucking hot.

“Now, be a good girl and bend over.” His sly smile grows on his face as he watches you bend over for him.

“L-Like this?” you ask, your hands on your knees as you shove your ass in the air. You whimper when you feel his hand go to grab a handful of your ass.

“Just like that baby.” He smiles, “Now lift your skirt for me and take off your panties.”

Your eyes go wide, he’s going to spank you bare?

“Now.”

There’s something about Jungkook that you listen…his voice, his gaze…god, you want him to fuck you.

You slip off your panties and lift your skirt over your hips, your ass proudly displayed.

“Give me your panties.” Jungkook commands, and you do. You hand him the piece of thin fabric and he stuffs them in his front pocket.

“Good girl.” He smirks, “I’m going to spank you 5 times okay?”

Before you can answer you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.

“This is all mine, right?”

Spank.

“No one else is allowed to even touch you, got it?”

Spank.

“Any other guys allowed to touch you?”

You release a high pitched moan as a response and Jungkook chuckles darkly, he shakes his head in disapproval.

“Words baby. I’ll ask you again…Any other guys allowed to touch you?”

Spank.

“N-No!” You whimper out, your legs are shaking. You feel the ache between your legs with each slap he offers your ass. Jungkook massages your cheeks, his fingers sliding down until he’s playing at your pussy.

“My girl getting wet from this?” He whispers to himself, his fingers gathering your juices and he plays at your clit causing you to moan loudly. Your whines bouncing off the bathroom walls.

“One more spank baby.”

His fingers leave your pussy, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. Then he’s rubbing your cheeks again.

“P-Please Jungkook…” You practically beg for him to spank you and he laughs at how desperate you are for his touch.

“You’re all mine. Say it.”

“All you—”

And his hand is coming down on your ass for the last time, the sound echoes in the bathroom and you’re crying out in pleasure.

“Good girl.” Jungkook rubs your ass lovingly, “Should I fuck you now? Will you be so loud that this whole bar knows who you belong to?” He continues to massage where he hit.

“P-Please.” You beg, “Fuck me, Jungkook.”

“No.” he answers quickly. “ Your punishment is just beginning. You have to wait til we get home.”

“Jungkook…” You drag out his name between your teeth, you wiggle your ass in attempt to lure him into fucking you but it doesn’t work. He just laughs and spanks you lightly.

“Put your skirt back down and lets go.”

“I need to clean up…” You admit. Jungkook’s eyes travels to the your inner thighs where your slick has dripped.

“No.” Jungkook says softly, his eyes boring into your pussy. “I will do it.”

Jungkook goes behind you and squats to his knees, his face has that perfect view of your pussy. He holds on to your hips as he leans in, his tongue darting out to lick you clean. Your whole body goes tense at the contact, you want to be quiet. You need to be quiet. But god, his tongue feels so fucking good.

“Don’t stop!” you scream out, the pleasure taking its toll on your weak body, “Please!”

And Jungkook doesn’t stop, he continues licking at you, swirling his tongue over your clit, licking it, sucking it, and making it ache. The buildup happens so fucking fast, you don’t know if it’s because you two haven’t had sex since two days ago, or because you know people can hear you or because he’s just that fucking good.

“God, Jungkook…yes…yes…” You cry out, “So good baby.” You praise him and he groans into your pussy.

“I’m all yours!”

You can feel you orgasm quickly announcing its arrival, it has your toes curling and your legs shaking but right before you can fucking taste it…Jungkook detaches his mouth from you making everything just stop. It dies down so fast that you are left so dissatisfied.

“What the fuck?!” you yell, “I was just about to come!”

“I know.” He says with a smirk. “Only good girls get to come.”

“Jungkook, you asshole!” you say out of breath, you feel so incomplete. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise. I promise.” You repeat over and over, “Please let me come.”

“Maybe later tonight. Now let’s go.”

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“Whatcha got there?” you ask Jungkook, he stands in front of you with something behind his back.

“3 questions for you baby…how do you feel about blindfolds?” he shows you the silky material in his hand and you feel your pussy ache.

“How do you feel about being tied up?” he shows you more silky material and then he winks at you. “And what’s your safe word?”

“I look forward to both,” you release a long breath “And Jupiter.”

He moves behind you, pulling your hair to the side and pressing soft kisses on the side of your neck. You moan at the feeling of his lips caressing your exposed skin. He then slowly drags his tongue on the delicate expanse of your throat and sucks bruises.

With his lips brushing against your ears, he whispers “I need you to trust me, okay bad girl?”

“I do trust you.”

Jungkook holds out the silky material out in front of your face and you shiver in anticipation, your pussy clenching at the sight. He carefully pulls it over your eyes and ties a knot behind your head, leaving you completely sightless. You see absolutely nothing.

“From now on when we meet people you introduce me, okay?” he says softly.

“Yes sir,” you whisper out and he groans, loving the name.

He presses himself up against your ass and you can feel how hard he is, god it’s driving you insane.

Jungkook leaves your body, making you feel lost without his touch…a few moments pass and you start to become antsy until you feels your arms being pulled back behind you and the feeling of silk wrap around your wrists.

“You’re all mine, right?”

“All yours…”

You stand at the foot of your shared bed in nothing but your lacey bra and panties, while being restrained in silk. He had you dress up for him. Jungkook stands by the wall, leaning against it as he admires you. You look so beautiful, so lost, so needy.

“Jungkook?” you call out, wondering where he has gone. His footsteps are light so you don’t feel him walk towards you but your body goes absolutely tense when you feel his finger tip drag extremely slowly across your bare stomach. You shudder at the contact that you were not expecting. You breathe in and out trying to calm yourself, anticipating his next move.

“Jungkook…” you whimper and he darkly chuckles. He presses himself against you and leans in to whisper in your ear.

“What do you want?”

“Your cock.” You admit through harsh breaths. “Want you to fuck me.”

“You really think you deserve my cock yet? I want to play with you first.”

Then he’s stepping away, all his heat gone with him. You’re left cold and lonely and trying to steady your breaths…you didn’t realize how intense this was going to be.

“Jungkook.” You whine, “I need you.”

But you don’t sense him near you at all, you begin to become antsy again. That is until you feel his feather like touch grazing across your stomach again and a long moan drags out between your lips. You feel him get closer to you, his fingers traveling to your breasts. He feels your hardening buds through the thin material of your bra and he grunts in approval. His hand travels south until his fingers are sliding down your stomach. He grips your hips tightly causing you to groan.

“Want to get touched baby girl?” He whispers over your lips and you cry out.

His fingers drag down to your covered pussy, touching your dampening folds.

“My god, you are soaked.” He comments. “You love when I touch you, don’t you?”

You only nod your head frantically but Jungkook grabs a hold of your jaw and says, “Not uh uh. Words, baby.”

“Loved being touched by you.” You whine.

“Let’s lie you down.”

He takes you by the shoulder and leads you down to lay in the middle of the bed, treating you so fucking delicately.

Jungkook steps away to remove all his clothing, leaving him in nothing but the skin he wears. He crawls onto the bed, momentarily hovering over you and leaning down until he’s kissing your throat again and sucking bruises into your neck.

“Have to mark you so others know you are taken.”

The sensation of his wet tongue leaves a chill behind in its tracks, giving you goosebumps all across your body. You release a few shaky breaths at the feeling.

“You’re my pretty girl.” Jungkook slides down the bed until he’s hovering over your hips, his hot breath fans over your desperate, needy cunt and you can’t help but cry out how badly you need him.

“Going to be a good girl for me?” He questions and you scream yes over and over.

Jungkook spreads your legs wide apart and lays down with his face just inches away from where you fucking need him. He lets the anticipation build for a moment as he fans his hot breath over your pussy, before he playfully moves the lace material to the side and licks a long strip between your folds. You can’t help the moan you let out at the contact of his warm tongue finally on your aching clit.

“Only I get you this wet?”

“Only you.” You pant out.

“That’s right baby.” He connects his lips to your clit and wraps them around it and sucks lightly. Being blindfolded has your senses going into overdrive, the sensations too fucking powerful. He licks, and sucks on your clit, each lap of his tongue sending you over the edge. Getting you closer and closer and ah, fuck. You can come, you want to come, you’re so fucking close…but then he pulls away again leaving you fucking frustrated.

“Jungkook!” You cry out, your body betraying you.

He’s silent, its making you feel even more on edge.

“Please baby, I’m so close.” You beg him, you feel overly sensitive.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers being shoved deliciously into your wet pussy, you cry out in surprise and pleasure as he curls his fingers into you. You’re moaning incoherently by now, not able to get out any real words as he finger fucks you.

“That’s it baby.” He praises, not slowing down. “Want my cock now?”

“Yes, fucking please, yes!” You beg. “Need you to fuck me, please fuck me. God, please fuck me.” Your words spill out of your mouth and Jungkook chuckles.

“Only because you’ve been so good.”

He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist, you anticipate the feel of cock but Jungkook takes his sweet time.

He takes his throbbing cock in his hand and lines it up to your entrance, you moan at the feeling of him touching you but it’s not enough.

“Please.” You beg him again.

Jungkook very fucking slowly starts inserting his member into you, one inch at a time. You choke on air as you feel him start to bottom out. He feels incredible. You feel so full, you feel so satisfied. You wish he would stay inside you like this forever.

Jungkook falls forward, releasing short, deep breaths as he feels the way your walls tighten around him.

“So tight.” He mentions in a husky voice. “So fucking tight.”

He takes a moment to be inside you like this, breathing harshly into the crook of your neck. You start to get uncomfortable with your hands behind your back.

“Please, let me touch you.”

“You were bad tonight.” Jungkook breathes out, “You think you get to touch me?” He says while sliding his cock out of you before he’s slamming it back in. You whine and moan and feel so fucking overwhelmed.

“Please!”

Jungkook thrusts in and out of you over and over, his cock brushing that special spot inside that’s got you seeing stars. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s gotten to know your body over the last couple of months and he has not disappointed.

“Jungkook!” You scream his name and he grins down at you, loving his view. “Fuuuccckkkk.” You groan out as he continues fucking you faster and harder. His moans are no better than yours, his whine and whimpers filling the room. You feel so fucking good and look so fucking beautiful.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Jungkook admits, not slowing down. “Come with me?” he softly commands and you cry out in frustration.

“Let me touch you! Let me see you!”

“Not this time, my love.” His voice is strained as he tries to hold on for you, his fingers finding your clit as he rubs quick circles on it, getting you there faster.

“Fuck, please come,” he begs. “You’re allowed to come now baby” and you finally let go. You release moan after desperate moan. Your orgasm hitting you so fucking hard that it leaves you shaking and breathless. Jungkook finally comes as well, his hips stilling as he shoots his cum deep within you.

“Good girl, good girl.” He pants out, his body collapsing on top of yours. He stays inside you for a few moments as you both calm down. He caresses your cheek, his hand going to the back of your head as he slowly unties the blindfold…it falls from your face and your eyes are stained black with smeared makeup. He chuckles at the view, he finds you so fucking sexy.

“Good girl.” He says again, leaning in to kiss your lips. You kiss back instantly, and smile at him as you pull away.

“Untie me.” You request, and Jungkook lifts himself off you and helps you sit up. He unties the silk restraints around your wrists and throws the material off to the side.

“You did so good baby.” He leans in to kiss your cheek and you blush.

“All this because I didn’t introduce you to Ian?”

Ian, that’s that bastards name, Jungkook thinks.

“He was trying to dance with you…” Jungkook pouts, “He didn’t understand that you are mine.”

“I’ll be more cautious next time.” You promise. “And speaking of next time,” you say with a smirk, “It’ll be you tied up and blindfolded, not me.” You leave a quick kiss to his lips.

“Fuck, I would like that a lot.”

“Oh baby, I know.”

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Rut/Heat Drabble || J. JK

Masterlist

[ A/N: So like, I tried (I'm not all too familiar with Omegaverse) and I hope you'll like it :) ]

Jungkook jumped wide awake as his own pheromones reached his nose. 

His pre-rut, or cross over pre-heat has started. For other (were)wolf pack members, this period of time would mean that they would become more aggressive and more interested in other females. 

However, because of Jungkook's low rank and timid nature, it meant that his pre-rut worked like pre-heat. Which meant he wants his nest. And his Alpha. And his Luna. And basically his whole pack close. And all the attention on him. 

Being the only omega in the pack was never very easy, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok were middle rank members, Jin and Yoongi are the pack's Beta's, and Namjoon and you are the Alpha and Luna in your pack. 

In times of this he was also more happy being half person, as it meant that you and Joon would let him eat as much as he needs to, let him work out as much as he wants to, and most importantly of all, let him take nest material of the other rooms.

He gets out of bed and makes way to the kitchen and dining area, trying to not make it directly obvious. 

" Damn, your rut's hitting soon? " Taehyung pops as soon as he walks through the livingroom. 

Jungkook blushes, and nods, walking quickly into the kitchen, he can hear Taehyung's good natured laugh from the back as he passes through. 

Just to his luck, Joon and you are seated in the dining-/ kitchen area. It isn't unusual, the two of you are often awake the earliest and eat first. Jungkook is usually last when in it comes to meals, but with pre-ruts you and Joon usually let him be. 

" Dang, rut's hitting soon? " Joon ask, eyes trained on Jungkook's form.

Jungkook blushes at Namjoon's watchful eyes and sits down beside you when you silently pull out a chair for him. 

" Obviously.  We're planning on grocery shopping today. You want to come with or would you rather stay home today? " You ask him without looking at him. 

Your hand moves to his thigh, and you gently massage him, the movements basically on autopilot. 

Jungkook leans into you silently, his hormones making him feel like putty when you've got your hands on him. 

" No, wanna go with. " He tells you softly. 

Of course he wants to stay with his pack, besides leaving a omega alone in pre-rut is not entirely all too pleasant for them. 

You look at Joon, a silent question if it's a good idea to have Jungkook join. All of you know how uncomfortable Jungkook can get in public with too many people around when in pre-rut. 

He barely shrugs. 

And so Jungkook goes with the rest of the pack to the grocery store. On the way there he's holding hands with Yoongi and Hoseok, and he feels giddy and safe, though he does feel a little uncomfortable when people eye the three males walking hand in hand, luckily Yoongi's glare keeps them from becoming bother. 

Jimin and Taehyung are walking in front of him, the males' arms linked as they chatter about. 

Namjoon, Jin and You walk behind him, as you and Namjoon always do. When Jungkook once asked, Namjoon explained that the two of have a clear sight over the rest of your little family. 

It gives him a safe feeling, having both his Alpha and Luna behind him. 

The grocery store was a little less fun than originally planned.

For Jungkook, it was too busy, even though it was really not. Too many scents clouded his senses, and too much sounds were coming from everywhere. 

Yoongi must've realized this, as he luckily didn't release his grip on the younger. 

However, at some point, Jungkook tugged himself loose, wanting to grab some snacks he's in the mood for. 

" Sorry, hi. Ehm, you're pretty cute, and I wondered, can I maybe have your number? " A woman around his age asks him. 

She smiles sweetly at him, but it does not settle his nerves, instead he feels like he's trapped. 

She's a werewolf too. He can smell it. She isn't an omega, and not an alpha or beta either, probably a part of a middle rank. 

" U-um, n-no. Sorry-"

" Why not? You're an omega in pre-rut, don't be a di-"

" I'm pretty sure he said no. " You suddenly step in. 

Jungkook releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. Of course one of his pack leaders would be around to keep an eye on him. 

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, but once you glare at her, she seems to realize your position and scurries off, nit even bothered to apologize. 

You watch her go, not turning to Jungkook until she's gone. 

" You okay? " You ask him, the glare now replaced with worry. 

He hums softly, stepping closer to you and bending down to place his head in your neck, rubbing over it to feel safe again, wrapped in your scent.

You hummed, giving his head a soft kiss before taking his hand. 

From that moment he's walked with you and Joon, and before he knew it, he was back home. 

[20moonchild21]

𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 11

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x female!oc

[warnings]

self-doubts, mentions of an abusive past

[words]

4.0k

[author]

Hey there! I really hope you had an amazing week so far. For me, I finally finished all my exams this week. This means I will have finished school forever in only 4 weeks!😱 How crazy is that?!

Important information:

Next Wednesday I won’t upload a new chapter, because I am at a funeral, and I don’t think I will be in the mood to do anything that day anymore. I hope you can understand🙏🏼

If you don’t want to wait until next Sunday for my next chapter, I can only recommend you to check out Inferiority complex written by my friend @starlightauroras-main. It’s a super cute and exciting story about Hybrid!Jimin and the reader. Please, leave her a lot of likes and comments, because she deserves it!

Here in Germany, it is Easter weekend next week. Do you celebrate Easter where you come from?

Stay safe and healthy!

Mꨄ

[chapter 10 ||| chapter 12]

Jungkook was sitting crossed legs on his favourite spot in the middle of the hallway, looking dreamily at the photo wall, where now the photo of him and Jin was hanging as well. It was one of the day were he had nothing to do at all.

In the morning, he had already finished his sport routine, ripping Jin out of his sleep as well when he had punched against his bag. After breakfast, he had practiced the guitar and read in his book again, before he helped Jin to get ready for his grocery shopping tour with Hope. Hope always offered that they could join her when she would go buying groceries, because she wanted to offer them as much freedom as possible.

They had put Jin’s long, fluffy tail down the leg of his trousers, while a black beanie had covered his ears from the other people’s glances. Lucky for them, autumn had arrived in New York, so it wouldn’t be strange to wear a hat when going outside. The both of them had left a few minutes ago, and since there was nothing else for Jungkook to do, he had sat down and looked over the photos.

Sometimes, it all felt unreal to him. Just about 2.5 months ago, he had been strolling around the streets, not knowing what the next they would hold for him. He had thought that his whole life would have to include fear and submission, because that was the only thing he had learnt in life. Never had he thought, that he would do simple things like watching TV, sleeping in his own bed or just sitting at the same table as a human.

Not once Hope had askes anything from him, since she had taken him and his brother in. She gave them anything, showing them that they were worth it all. In the past, he had several thoughts about not worthing all the things she offered. It was stuck in his brain for too long.

He often asked himself why people were so cruel these days. Hope had told him what had happened a long time ago, and how the people told themselves that their minds had changed. Since he had been living with the girl, he somehow didn’t felt that different anymore. He was just living his life with his brother, doing the things he liked without being punished for it. He wanted everyone to have that possibility.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door behind him opened with a small squeaking sound. He didn’t need to turn around, because by now, he knew Jimin’s scent. The smaller tiger and his grumpy brother had been staying with them for over 1.5 weeks now. Jungkook wasn’t that happy in the beginning when they crashed into his life without warning.

Especially, when that grumpy tiger growled at Hope that one evening or when he showed off his fangs. Though he hadn’t sharp tooth like him, he would not have been afraid to kick them out of the flat, but he had tried to calm himself down when Jin used his stern tone on him. His brother was right, a few weeks ago, him and Jin had been in the same position as Jimin and Taehyung. They laid scared and injured on the girl’s sofa, begging for her to help them.

“What are you doing?” Jimin had stepped out of the room and was now standing behind Jungkook, looking curiously at the bunny Hybrid.

Jungkook had to admit that he somehow like that white tiger. Jimin was a calm person to hang out with. He wasn’t sure about him in the beginning, because he had thought he was like his grumpy brother, but once he had talked to him a few times, he had developed sympathy for him.

“I look at those photos.” Jungkook turned his head and looked at the smaller male.

Jimin’s white ears stood up in attention, while his tail was slightly wrapped around his left thigh. He was looking at the photos on the wall, before he took a step closer and carefully sunk himself down next to the bunny. Jimin had definitely changed since the first time he came here, Jungkook could tell. He had become braver, talking and joining them sometimes while eating or watching TV.

Jungkook didn’t mind thought. He had wanted a friend (who wasn’t his brother) for a long time, because when Jin was cooking in the kitchen and Hope was working on her computer, he often got bored.

“Are you only looking at them all day long?” Jimin had crossed his legs as well, as he carefully studied the pictured on the wall.

“I –“ Jungkook stopped. It was hard to explain his affection for pictures. “It just – when I first came here, I was so scared that maybe Hope would be as cruel as my – as my last owners. But then she showed me around and when I saw those pictures and she told me the stories behind them, it just felt right. They made me feel – safe and like I was home, you know? It’s hard to explain, but I just love that wall.”

Jungkook pulled up his knees towards his chest, before putting his head onto them. Jimin next to him just hummed in response, but he wasn’t saying anything for another few minutes. Jungkook knew it may sounded selfish when he talked about his now happy life, while he knew that Jimin and Taehyung technically didn’t have one. After all, they weren’t living here.

“It must be great to have Hope as your owner.” Jimin suddenly said, his voice held a lot of sadness. “Since I can think, Taehyung had been my only family. It had always been just him and me.”

“Jin and me were alone for a long time, too.” Jungkook turned his head to look at the older male sitting next to him. “I always thought that I would spend my whole life with those cruel people. I thought that I was destined to live like that, but then I met Hope and everything just turned upside down. She is just – she gave me everything I could have ever asked for.”

Jungkook didn’t realized that he was already rumbling about the girl again, but Jimin did.

“You are talking about her a lot.” Jimin just stated, as they looked into each other’s eyes. “You like her, don’t you?”

Of course Jungkook liked her. Hope was the only human he knew who would actually treat him as if he was a real person and not just some animal. She gave him a real home. A home that he loved to wake up in every morning, and a home he felt safe to go to sleep in the evening.

In addition, Hope was a really beautiful girl in his eyes. He always like the way her skin would glow in the sun when they sat at the breakfast table. The way she always closed her tired eyes, as she sipped at her coffee mug, or how that two dimples would form on her cheeks every time she laughed along with him. Somehow it would always make his own cheeks reddened when caught himself thinking about her.

Not to mention her scent, that was all over the apartment and the furniture. It was nothing he could describe or compare with something, but still, it was the most beautiful scent he had ever smelled in his life. He never wanted to miss that anymore.

He wanted to feel that closeness they had while they would be cuddling onto the couch, watching the Simpsons over and over again. As well as her small kisses on the head when she would say good-night to him, or when she would massage the back of his head. He wouldn’t even have a problem with her touching his ears by now.

“Yes, I like her.” He whispered back, confessing it for the very first time to another person.

Jimin pulled his eyebrows together in surprise and confusion. Of course, he had noticed that the girl was very natural and nice, which made her likable, but he also hadn’t known her for as long as Jungkook.

“Did you tell her that?” Jimin innocently asked the bunny Hybrids after a few seconds of silence.

“No, it’s not appropriate, Jimin.” He said quietly, fixing his eyes on the photo were the girl smiled at her graduation ceremony. “I am just a Hybrid after all. She would never get involved in something like that. She deserves better than me.”

Jimin just nodded in response, before he fixed his eyes on the photo wall once again, getting lost in his own mind. Jimin was clearly a person you could tell your matters and secrets without feeling judged un some kind. Jungkook felt really comfortable in the older one’s presence.

“Why is your brother even so grumpy all the time?” He suddenly changed the subject, wanting to cheer up the mood a little bit. “He is always pulling a face when I see him.”

Jungkook tried to imitate the older black tiger, making some funny grimaces that mad Jimin chuckle slightly. The white tiger shook his head, before he looked behind him to make sure Taehyung would not be standing behind them.

“Usually, he isn’t like that. Really.” He sighed, turning his attention back towards Jungkook. “He has been through a lot in the past. I swear, he would never hurt a fly, that would not be him. He can be really caring and protective, that’s why he reacted the way he did the other night. I am sorry for him, but he is only scared.”

Jungkook nodded, understanding Taehyungs reaction in some way. He probably would be the same way, if he would be in his position.

“I understand.” He mumbled, before a smile spread over his face. “But that doesn’t change the fact that he is a big, grumpy cat.”

“Oh my god, Taehyung.” The girl gasped, as she removed the bandage that had been wrapped around the older boy’s injured arm. “That looks much worse than yesterday. Did you scratch it or something?”

The black tiger’s arm had become much better over the past few days. The infection had been gone down, but now it looked horrible. The skin was red and swollen again, with some blood coming through the injured skin.

“I – ehm – no?” He stuttered around, not looking her into the eyes. She cocked her eyebrow up and gave him a stern look. “Okay, it was itching badly last night, so I scratched it a little bit. Are you happy?”

Hope just rolled her eyes when he tried to talk in his loud way. He could be so stubborn. I he would just had asked her, she could have gave him some salve which had avoid that scenario. But he, he was too proud.

“Taehyung, this is no joke.” She grabbed the wet glove and tried to remove the small amount of blood, which made Taehyung hiss. “Your wound got infected again. You have to be more careful. If it itches again, just come to me and I add some salve to alleviate it, okay?”

She sighed when he just rolled his eyes in response. She had tried to show him that he could talk to her in a normal way, without intimidating her with his fangs or snapping at each other, but somehow he seemed to isolate himself on purpose, and she couldn’t understand why, because Jimin was the complete opposite.

The white tiger had clearly opened up over the past few days, talking and joking around in his bubbly way that was nice to watch. He even got a tiny little bit closer with Jungkook. She sometimes saw the two younger boys talking or watching TV together.

“Where did you even got that injury?” She suddenly asked without thinking. As soon as the words had left her, she noticed her mistake. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to ask you that. It was inappropriate. You don’t have to tell me of course. I was just curious.”

Taehyung had bit his cheek inside his mouth, as she just turned her attention back towards his arm and continued to clean up the injury. For a short moment, she thought that he would again try to intimidate her with his fangs, but instead, he shook his head, before he turned his head away.

“After Jimin and I managed to get away from that audition – “ He hesitantly began to talk in a slow, deep voice. “ – they sent some chasers after us, that should catch us and bring us back. We ran for hours, when Jimin had suddenly spotted that old, rotten building. We tried to find an entrance, but we there was none, so we tried to climb through one of the windows. I wanted to jump from the window sill, when my arm got stuck at a nail, that I haven’t seen in the wall. That’s the beginning how I ended up here.”

Hope didn’t miss the bitterness in his voice when he talked about his escape. It took her much to not break out in tear in front of him, even though her heart broke at his story. She knew that inside in, Taehyung was just a normal boy with good intention, who deserves to live in a peaceful surrounding. He definitely didn’t deserve to live a live on the streets.

“I definitely need to be more careful the next time, what?” He suddenly joked, chuckling slightly.

It took the girl a few seconds to realize what he was talking about. Her heart skipped a beat when reality hit her. Jimin and Taehyung weren’t living here after all. She had told them in the beginning that they could stay until Taehyung was healthy again, and that day would come along soon.

Both tigers would leave the apartment again, going out on the streets an living their lives there. It broke her heart when she thought back how scared both of them had been when she had found them a few days ago in that abandoned parking house. In addition, winter would start soon and the temperatures were already falling. It would be crazy to spend the nights out there alone.

“Do you – “ She stopped, battling in her head if she you ask him that question or not. “Do you know where you want to – to go?”

Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. She actually didn’t want hear his response, knowing that it would stuck in her head and wouldn’t let her sleep anymore.

“No.” He whispered back, still refusing to look into her eyes. “We – we will just try to hide somewhere, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Jimin.” She slightly waved at the white tiger, before he closed the door, leaving the small girl alone in the hallway.

The conversation from earlier was still bugging at her brain. She wanted to take in any Hybrid that was suffering in this world, but she knew it was impossible.

Over the past days, she had often thought about Jin and Jungkook and how she had just taken them in. Should she ask Jimin and Taehyung too? After all, the apartment offered them more than enough space to stay and it seemed like Jungkook and Jin got along with at least Jimin. But maybe Jungkook just acted nice because he knew that they would leave at some point.

It was not a decision she could take on her own. Jin and Jungkook were living here as well. She would have to accept their decision like they had always respected her decisions.

A shiver ran down her spine when she thought about how she would have to tell Jimin and Taehyung that they would have to leave again. Where would they go? Taehyung had told her that they would try to hide on the streets again, with no one to protect them, with no warm place to stay.

Carefully, she turned around and walked towards her boys’ door. She softly knocked against the piece of wood and stepped in when Jin told her so.

“Hope!” Jungkook jumped off the bed and walked with big steps over towards the smaller girl.

Gladly, she accepted the bunny’s hug. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her closer until her face was pressed against his chest. She pressed her cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt and closed her eyes. Even though her nose wasn’t as good as theirs, she smelled his manly scent through the shirt.

When Jungkook let go of her, he took her hand and pulled her over towards the bed, before he sat down and pulled her next to him. Jin was sitting at the desk, writing something into his notebook when he spotted the girl. He closed the book and walked over as well, giving her a quick side hug when he sat down.

Hope was glad that Jin had warmed up to her over the past weeks. In the beginning, he had often kept his distance towards the girl when she was near. But by now, he wouldn’t pull his hand back when their hands would touch while they set the table, he wouldn’t move over to the end of the sofa while watching TV, and he even gave her small hug when they would say goodnight to each other.

“Why did you come, Hope?” Jungkook asked, as his big, brown orbs looked into her eyes.

He was still holding her smaller hand in his bigger ones, which made her heart beat a little bit faster. She had noticed that the small things he or Jin would do would make her cheeks redden or her heart beat a little bit faster. She told herself that it was because she never had such intensive contact with a boy and that she eventually would get used to that. What was going on with her body?

“I – ehm – “ She began to stutter, trying to remember the reason she came. “I wanted to talk to you about something. What – how are you doing so far? Did you feel different since I adopted the both of you?”

She decided to not jump into it right away. She was afraid that she would offend Jungkook with her huge request. Jin was another thing. She knew that he had a pretty calm and rational personality. He never let his emotion take over him like Jungkook, who spoke before he had thought about it.

“Amazing.” Jungkook swarmed, squeezing her hand slightly. “I feel so happy now that we can live here. But I wish we could do more to help you with everything. Sometimes, I feel bad because you have to most of the things alone. I wish that I could just do more.”

The bunny sunk his ears next to his head. His eyes were filled with sadness.

“Oh, Kookie.” She lifted her hand and carefully drove it over his thick hair. “You do more than enough for me. Look, you always help me doing the laundry and set the table for me, this is a big help, you know? One day, you can do anything you like, I promise, okay?”

Jungkook’s head shot up, before he nodded quickly. He rubbed his head a few more times against her hands, before he looked over towards Jin, who was slightly smiling as well.

“I – “ He stopped for a shirt moment. “I feel truly happy. Sometimes, I still think back at – the those people – but then – I am not scared anymore, because I know that I have Jungkook and you and then it’s okay.”

“That’s nice to hear, Jin.” Hope took his hand in her right on and squeezed it slightly. “But what do you think about Jimin and Taehyung? I know you didn’t like them being here in the beginning.”

Immediately, she felt the hand to her left side tense up at her question. Jungkook didn’t seemed to be so fond of that question.

“I like Jimin.” Jin said without hesitation. “He is fun to hang out with. He helped me cooking a few times. But that other boy, Taehyung, I have barely seen him, and if he was grumpy. I think he is still scared.”

“I hate him.” Jungkook hissed, pulling his hand away, before he crossed his arms over his chest. “He is angry all the time and I don’t trust him. He growled at you, Hope. Jimin is okay, I guess. It was fun to play the PlayStation with him, but that doesn’t mean I trust him completely.”

The girl sighed at the bunny’s words. That was what she had been afraid of to hear.

“What about you, Hope?” Jin had obviously noticed her mood. “What do you think about them?”

“I – listen, I know that you are no sure about them, and especially not about Taehyung.” Her voice was slightly shaking, as she began to speak again. “But I know that they do have any bad intentions. I just think that Taehyung is scared and worried about Jimin. I want to be honest with you. Taehyung’s arm is healed soon – “

“Good.” Jungkook interrupted her, a slight smile on his face. “That means they will leave again, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does.” The girl pulled her hands away and began to fiddle with the hem of her shirt. “But – but I don’t want them to leave again.”

At the end, her voice was nothing more than a whisper, still afraid to say the wrong words.

“What?” The bunny’s eyes went wide when he hear her statement. “What do you mean, Hope? Do you want them to live her with us? This is – ”

“Jungkook.” Jin spoke in a warning voice now. “Let her finish.”

Jungkook looked at his brother for another few seconds, before he nodded and took the girl’s hand again.

“It just doesn’t feel right for to kick them out, when I swore to myself that I would protect any Hybrid with everything I have.” Hope was near to cry now. “We have enough room here, and I really like the both of them, even Taehyung. He is not like that all the time, he talked to me yesterday. He told me about how they fled form those cruel people and how scared he is. I won’t let them stay if you don’t want to. I respect your decisions. I felt like telling you about my concerns.”

She hadn’t noticed the tears that were now sliding down her cheeks. Why did she had to be so emotional about anything? Jungkook had noticed it too, and lifted his arm to carefully whip the we stains away with the sleeves of his shirt.

“To be honest – “ A small smile was playing on Jin’s mouth. “ – I already knew that you won’t want them to leave. Jungkook and I know what they are going through, and we were more than lucky that you found us. I am willing to show them that there is another life for them, so it’s fine with me if they stay with us.”

“Thank you, Jin.” The girl whispered, the tears were still spilling out of her eyes.

She bent over and wrapped her carefully around Jin’s broad shoulders. He had gain more weight lately, so he wasn’t just the thin, tall boy anymore.

Jungkook was still sitting there, eyes flickering between his brother and the girl. Hope could tell that he was having a huge battle inside his head, whether he should agree or stay with his opinion. He sighed, before sinking his head, ears dropping down next to his face.

“Kookie, what about we give them a chance.” The girl let go of Jin and was now sliding over to the bunny. “You don’t have to be best friends with Jimin and Taehyung, but we can try to get along.”

Jungkook’s big brown eyes were looking up at hers. His brown orbs held a lot of sadness, as he carefully nodded his head. Hope smiled widely, before giving his a tight hug from the side.

“But if he growls at you one more time at you, I won’t hesitate to kick his butt.”

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“Just Benefits?”(Part One) - Jungkook

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You stretched out your arms and shielded your tired eyes from the morning sunlight peaking through the curtain. Upon sitting up you noticed the space in the bed next to you was empty. You wrapped the sheet closer around your almost naked body as it had gotten colder without another human lying next to you radiating warmth. You rubbed your eyes and yawned before grabbing your phone from the nightstand. An array of text messages were waiting for you.

7:34am From Jungkook: Hey y/n

7:34am From Jungkook: Sorry I’m not there, I had an early meeting

7:34am From Jungkook: Stay as long as you like

7:45am From Jungkook: Also I just want to say I had a good time talking with you last night

You locked the phone without responding and pulled off the covers. Then you got out of the bed and searched the floor for something to put on over your underwear. You only had jeans and a blouse, so you opted for Jungkook's oversized black t shirt from last night and a pair of his shorts. They were massive on you but you were comfy. You picked up your pants and shirt off the floor and folded them neatly on the bed as memories from the night before appeared in your mind;

8:10pm from Jungkook: I had such a rough day. Want to come over?

8:10pm to Jungkook: I’m at work

8:11pm from Jungkook: Ok, after?

8:11pm to Jungkook: Sure. I’m off at 10.

8:12pm from Jungkook: I’ll be at the dorm, text when you get here so I can buzz you in

You sighed and clicked off your phone. This was the third night this week he asked you to come over and it was only Wednesday. You weren't necessarily complaining, it was better than going to your own apartment where you lived alone, but you couldn't help but wonder why he was asking so much.

You guys kind of had an unspoken arrangement; to spend the night at each other's places when the other felt stressed or in need of companionship. You would have sex, of course, sometimes cuddle a little bit after, and then go on about your days the next morning.

You had met through one of your close friends, Kim Namjoon. He was in the same band as Jungkook, the famous k-pop group BTS. You had known Jungkook through RM for years now, you wouldn't have said you were friends, but you were always friendly and liked hanging out with him in a group. This part of your relationship with Jungkook however was relatively new.

It had all started one night when you were hanging out at their place with all of them, watching movies and drinking... maybe a little too much. All the other guys had gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook alone and tipsy. Jungkook had always been shy, just like you, so when the two of you ended up kissing on the couch it took you both by surprise. One thing lead to another and before you knew it you were both naked in his bed. The sex was good, no great, so great in fact that you both knew you wanted to keep having it. And that's what lead you to this unspoken agreement you had. That first time was months ago now, and the two of you hadn't even talked about the future, nor the present for that matter. You were enjoying each other's company and not putting any kind of label on it... but you knew that always seemed to end up in a mess.

After work, you drove straight to the boy's dorm, notifying Jungkook of your arrival via text. You pressed the call box and waited for the front door to open. Jungkook answered after just a few seconds. He was wearing an oversized black t shirt and boxers, his long black hair was tousled about his head, and his dark brown eyes looked tired, his cherubic face slightly puffy. You had to admit, he looked very sexy, yet also adorable, and it caused you to feel butterflies in your stomach. You ignored them.

  "y/n..." his big smile and your name in his soft voice made your knees weak, "I'm glad you're here."

You smiled at him slightly.

  "Is anyone else home?" you asked quietly.

  "Jimin and Namjoon-hyung, but they're asleep."

You nodded in response and he stepped closer to you, pinning you against the now closed front door. He wrapped his long arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, kissing your weak spot. It made you moan. How could he do that so quickly? You felt him smile against your skin and it sent a shiver down your spine.

  He took your hand and lead you down the hallway to his bedroom. It was basically a routine now. As soon as he shut the door, you were pulling off each other's clothes, kissing passionately between each layer removed. You never got tired of looking at him naked; his perfectly toned arms and thighs, his six pack and deep v hip muscles, the sleeve of tattoos that lined his hand and arm. He had a beautiful body, and that was something you had no problem admitting to yourself.

For being the youngest member in the group, he sure knew what he was doing. He was extremely shy on the surface, but that all disappeared in bed.

When you both had finished (you multiple times thanks to Jungkook), he laid down behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist and the other under your head, like a big spoon and little spoon. He lazily ran his fingertips along your bare side and it gave you goosebumps.

  "You've asked me here a lot this week," you stated matter-of-factually.

You felt him sigh softly.

   "Yeah, work's been kind of tough."

You traced the purple heart tattoo on his hand with your finger gently, then moved to the ARMY symbol to do the same.

   "I'm sorry."

You wanted to know more, but you didn't want to pry.

He sighed again and buried his face in your messy hair.

   "Your hair smells so nice." he said muffled.

You smiled.

  "Thanks."

There was a pause before he spoke again.

"Plus, I like having you here. In my bed."

That made your heart skip a beat, but you had to ignore it.

"I like being in your bed." you replied shyly.

He scooted himself closer to you, if that was even possible, so close that you could feel his pounding heart in the middle of your back.

"Um.. h-how was your day?" he questioned.

The two of you didn't usually talk much after, hardly at all actually, but this was nice.

"It was okay. Just went to work. Pretty uneventful," you shrugged, "How was yours?"

Jungkook removed his arm from under you and turned so he was lying on his back, his arm resting under his head. You did the same.

"Aishh, it was okay. It's been a little stressful lately. It's different with everything that's been going on. We haven't even really experienced anything like it, obviously."

You nodded in understanding.

"But.. you still enjoy it?" you couldn't help but wonder out loud.

He ran a hand through his messy hair.

   "Yes, I love it. I get to work with my 6 hyungs every day. But..." he paused, "It's hard sometimes, too. We are constantly busy, constantly booked. Album after album, performance after performance, always filming something, doing press, shooting videos... it can be a lot. We're coming out with a new album in a few weeks, as I'm sure Namjoon-hyung has mentioned, so we've been trying to put on the finishing touches. It's a great album, I was able to write a lot of it and share my ideas and we're really proud. But there are other things I want to do, too."

  "Like what?"

He scrunched his face in thought for a moment.

  "Release my solo mixtape. I've been working on for literally years. It hasn't felt good enough, but maybe I'm also too picky. And direct more videos. I like directing a lot. I love taking photos and videos, especially of the people and things I love. So I don't know... stuff like that."

He shrugged.

  "I'm sure you will find time," you tried reassuring him.

  "Sometimes it feels like there isn't enough time in the world."

He paused before turning his head to you.

  "Sorry, for ranting about it," he blushed shyly, but gave you a shy smile.

You smiled back.

  "I don't mind."

He stretched out his arm, creating in opening between his shoulder and upper arm. He patted the space above the pit of his arm with his other hand.

"Do you... want to lay your head here?" he asked cautiously, hoping it wasn't too bold of a move to ask.

You nodded slowly and moved closer to him, resting your head in the nook he had made, laying your arm across his chest. You felt nervous, as this wasn't a position you two had ever laid in before. You couldn't believe how well you seemed to fit together, and how warm and comfortable he was. You closed your eyes and felt the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took. It made you sleepy.

"Thank you for coming over tonight." he mumbled, kissing your forehead softly.

"Mmmhmm..." you responded sleepily.

He caressed your hair gently over and over, lulling you to dreamland.

Before you were completely out however, you heard him say,

"I wish you'd just stay over every night..."

You left Jungkook's room and was met with the bright sunlight coming in through the large windows that looked over the city of Seoul. You desperately needed some coffee so you made your way into the large kitchen.

"I thought I saw your car here when I left for my bike ride this morning!"

Namjoon's back was turned toward you upon you entering the kitchen, but he still noticed your sudden presence. He was pouring coffee grounds into the machine preparing to make a pot.

"Good morning, Joonie," you responded groggily.

You pulled out a stool from under the kitchen island and sat down, leaning your arms on the countertop.

"And how was your night with our golden boy JK?" he asked teasingly.

You blushed. You had told Namjoon when you guys had first started hooking up, but it was still kind of embarrassing having everyone know about it.

"It was fine..." you mumbled back, fiddling with your fingers.

Namjoon turned around and you were met with his dimpled smile.

"Ahhh, I can't believe our maknae is all grown up... and with one of my best friends nonetheless!" he chuckled, "Life sure is weird."

You rolled your eyes at him.

"I wouldn't say he's with me exactly," you corrected him.

He cocked his head.

"No? Then what would you call it?"

You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with your friend.

"I'm not sure..."

He stared at you in disbelief.

"You guys have talked about it at least, right?"

Your silence was all the response he needed.

"Oh my god, (y/n), come on!" he threw his hand up to his forehead and ran it through his brown hair.

"What, Joonie?" you protested, "It's not exactly an easy conversation to have."

"Well of course not, but it's a conversation you should have."

You sighed. You knew he was right.

He leaned in front of you, placing his elbows in his palms.

"He likes you, (y/n)."

You scoffed.

"No, no," you waved your hands in disagreement, "he doesn't. Not like that."

He raised his eyebrows.

"He's constantly asking me about you, (y/n). Wondering what you're up to, what things you like, how he should respond to you."

You looked at him in surprise.

"He is?"

Your heart started racing.

"Yes," he continued, "You're older than him so it's intimidating. I think he's worried about saying the wrong thing, or coming off too strong towards you."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Why hadn't Namjoon told you this before? Were you that unobservant that you hadn't noticed Jungkook had feelings for you? Or was Namjoon exaggerating? Your mind was racing. You put your head in your palms and rubbed your face, overwhelmed with this new information. You groaned.

"I'm sorry, (y/n) I thought you two had talked about it." he paused, "So what are you then... like friends with benefits?"

You shook your head and shrugged.

"I-I don't know... just benefits?"

It was Namjoon's turn to groan.

"Ahhhhh shit, that never ends well."

"Well what do I do, Namjoon-ah?" you asked in concern.

He thought for a moment.

"Do you like him?"

You felt your stomach flop. It was a question you had been avoiding asking yourself. And now here was Namjoon asking you for an answer.

You ran a hand through your hair.

"I really don't know..."

And that was the truth. Though you had idea of the answer, you weren't sure you were ready to admit it to yourself... or anyone else for that matter.

"Well, I encourage you to try and figure it all out," he stood up straight and turned to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, "I love you and I love Jungkook-ah, I really don't want to see either of you get hurt."

"Yeah..." you agreed quietly.

He poured both you a cup of coffee then opened the refrigerator.

"Now, what should I make us for breakfast?"

[bts-hyperfixation]

Play time - kinktober day 8

OT7 - o r gy

Smut 18+

Contains member on member and anaI

The boys hadn’t been back in the dorm five seconds before they started looking for you. You’d decided to stay in the dorm while they were away, so you still felt close to them. Yoongi had texted you as soon as they landed with an ETA and the promise of presents. Your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing your boys again, but it didn’t stop your mischievous side from immediately searching for a hiding place. You were never one to make things too easy for them.

You found a small hideaway at the back of Jungkook’s closet and pulled a box in front of the entrance to obscure you further. When you heard the door open you sent the first hint to the group chat.

Y/N: I’m hidden somewhere cosy (emoji) the first one to find me can have me all night.

JK: Anymore hints for finding you?

KTH: or do you just want us to tear the whole place apart… because I will

Y/N: See what you can find and maybe I’ll send more if I get bored

You put your phone down and listen for the boys’ whereabouts. Knowing them, they’ve probably already split up, there are no friends in competition. You hear someone enter Jungkook’s bedroom, so you squish yourself closer to the wall. You can just about make out the maknae’s profile through the small gap you’d left. He places his bag on the bed and glances around the room. For someone with so much talent, he really is terrible at treasure hunts. After he leaves, you send another hint.

Y/N: You guys have a great laundry detergent, smells so fresh

KSJ: Laundry room?

MYG: Maybe? I don’t know where there would be a hiding place in there though.

The search continued, and you sat for another 10 minutes, getting a little bored with the game.

Y/N: (Bunny emoji)

PJM: ARE YOU IN JK’S ROOM???

KNJ: HE TOLD US HE CHECKED THERE

JK: I did…

It’s not long before you hear seven pairs of footsteps heading towards the room. There is a small commotion as each of the tries to enter the room first.

“It’s my room” Jungkook whines as his hyungs push him out of the way.

“You lost your chance when you came in here the first time” Yoongi countered

“Move I should get to go first… I’m the oldest” by the sound of his voice, Jin had puffed himself up ready to take on anyone that disrespected him… of course this led to laughing from the other members. He may be the eldest, but he is by far the least threatening. You can’t help giggling at the conversation. They hear the sound and stop arguing immediately, heads snapping in the direction of the closet. You held your breath hoping they would go back to arguing, you may be getting a little bored, but you really hated to lose. No such luck. The boys made their way into the room, suddenly becoming one cohesive group again. Namjoon is the one to remove the makeshift box door you had pulled in front of your hidey hole.

Being met by his amazing dimples did help soothe the burn of making such a silly mistake and letting yourself be revealed. He offered you his hand and helped you out of the hiding spot before pulling you into the tightest hug he could manage. Soon you were smothered by all the boys, struggling to breath, but also struggling to care as you relaxed into their touch. This world tour had been their longest yet. After a short while they released you and you took in their appearances. Longer hair and tired eyes, but still very much as handsome as when they left.

“So does Namjoon get me? Technically he did find me” you tease walking your fingers up the leader’s chest. The boys around you letting out incredulous groans.

“That’s not fair, we all found you together, he just moved the box!” Jimin whined wrapping his arms around your waist, his way of protesting your advances on his hyung.

“Well then what do you suggest? Want to share?” each of the boys looked at each other in turn and nodded. They often shared you between them, after all they loved each other just as much, but it was very rare for all seven to be with you at the same time. They liked to make sure you were always comfortable. Right now though, all any of you wanted was to feel each other’s skin.

Jimin’s hands move to the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric and exposing a slither of your stomach to the other boys. Hoseok is on his knees in front of you instantly, licking a line across your newly exposed skin. His fingers hook around your belt loops and he shuffles your jeans down your legs, just as Jimin pulls you shirt over your head. The remaining five watch you closely. Their eyes graze up your body taking in the new lingerie you’d bought for their return. The cute bralette and bikini set did wonders for you. Jimin’s hands find their way to your covered breasts, rubbing your nipples through the sheer fabric making you lean back into his chest and let out a sigh of pleasure. Hoseok, never one to be outdone, takes this opportunity to sharply bite into the flesh of your thigh.

Clearly the sight had been too much for some of the boys. Taehyung and Namjoon were together in a similarly compromising position, Tae’s sweats around his ankles as Joonie rubbed at the younger boy’s member through his boxers. You let yourself focus on the two of them. The sight has you so aroused, you can feel your core dripping already. Hoseok chooses this moment to run a finger along the middle of your panties.

“So wet already?” Hoseok taunts “Did you really miss us that much?” you fidget at the sensation and nod sheepishly, all eyes on you suddenly making you shy. Hoseok chuckles a little then goes back to running his tongue along your thighs, teasing you softly. Every time he got close to your underwear he would pull away and start a similar trail up your other leg.

“Fuck this” Jungkook’s curse is the only warning you get before you are thrown over his shoulder and carried out into the main part of his bedroom. He carefully lays you down on the mattress before climbing on top of you. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, months of pent up need and want manifesting in this one action. It doesn’t take long until the two of you are broken apart by a slightly disgruntled Yoongi. the older member reprimands the maknae for taking you away. You giggle as he helps JK strip and decides on his punishment. Of course, the youngest is all too eager to please, he drops to his knees mouth wide and ready to be abused. Yoongi unbuckles his pants and places his dick on Jungkook’s waiting tongue. Without hesitation Jungkook deep throats his hyung. The usually stoic rapper lets out a scandalous wail.

In the meantime, Jin has made his way to you, sitting up on the pillows. He pulls you so you are sat between his legs and signals for you to remove your panties. You oblige and throw the offending article on to the floor. His long fingers trail down your sides and find their way to your clit, he rubs the sensitive nub in lazy circles as the two of you watch Jungkook’s punishment, although from this angle it definitely looks like more of a treat. The sensation made you wriggle, causing pleasure but not enough to help you get anywhere.

“What’s wrong baby?” Jin’s lips graze your ears as he speaks. You whine a little in response hoping he would get the message. “Words babygirl… I need your words” you take a deep breath before you speak

“I need you to move faster” You had never been good at vocalising what you wanted from a lover. A fatal flaw really, it had often left you unsatisfied before you found the band. Instantly his fingers build speed. Figures of 8 drawn in your most sensitive area, the exhilaration almost proving too much for you. If that hadn’t been enough what came next certainly helped. Your eyes were scrunched closed trying to focus on the feeling Jin was giving you, when his expert fingers were joined by an equally talented tongue. You opened one eye and found Taehyung staring back up at you. His deep brown eyes filled with desire as he lapped up the juices that had been flowing freely onto the sheets below you. You’re orgasm hit quickly with the new addition. Both boys continuing until they were sure you had come back down, the stimulation almost proving too much as you whimpered. Taehyung kissed his way up your body. You expected him to finish his trail with your lips but instead he aims around you to access Jin. You’re left sandwiched between the two men as they shared the taste of you in a deep kiss.

You glance passed them to watch the show Jungkook and Yoongi were still giving. The sight calls to you and you crawl out from under Taehyung. Positioning yourself behind the elder, you take the opportunity to part his cheeks and run your tongue along his entrance. The action shocks him, forcing him to lose the control he had. Hot cum shoots down JK's unsuspecting throat. The black haired boy chokes at the unexpected sensation but does his best to swallow what he is given. Yoongi pets his head, praising him, before turning to glare at you. A sheepish grin spreads across your face as you shrug innocently at him.

Unfortunately, the domineering rapper doesn’t fall for your feigned innocence. Instead, pulling you up from your knees and grabbing your hair at the nape of your neck.

“That wasn’t nice y/n, poor Kookie could’ve gotten hurt.” His face is millimetres from yours. You can feel his lips graze against yours as he speaks

“I'm sorry” your eyes are on the ground, an effort to suppress the shit-eating grin fighting it’s way on to your face. The pale boy uses his leverage to force you back on to the bed. You find yourself lying with your head on Namjoon’s toned thigh, your mouth now in the perfect place to lick at his hardened member. You stick out your tongue and try to lick at the tantalising treat that had been placed in front of you. Just before you can wrap your mouth around it, Joon pulls it from your reach.

“I believe you’re in trouble baby... Naughty girls dont get what they want” Joon’s eyes are filled with mischievous malice. You were too busy having a staring contest with the leader to notice the punishment Yoongi was preparing for you. That is until the chilly sensation of lube makes an appearance in between your butt cheeks. Suga laughs as you jump in surprise, coating his finger in the liquid before pressing his way into your back entrance. You squeak at the intrusion and the tag-teaming rapline just laugh. Namjoon takes this opportunity to let his dick fall back within your reach and You lap at it hungrily. Just when you get used to the stretch of one finger Yoongi adds one more, prepping you, he repeats this process until he decides you've had enough foreplay. He summons Jungkook to take his places, first rubbing a generous amount of lube on his lovers cock. Jungkook lines himself up and pushes deep inside your ass. You groan around Namjoon’s dick making him quiver at the added pleasure.

Jk waits until he feels you relax to start moving, placing your legs over his shoulders to gain better access. Neither boy was able to last very long due to the pent up energy they had left over from tour. Namjoon came first, coming all over your face. There’s nothing that boy likes more than to see you wearing him. Jungkook sees his hyung's seed dripping from your chin as he opened his previously squeezed eyes. It is enough to send him over his edge. He pulls out of you and aims his cum to mix in the same place. The maknae would take any excuse he could to see you covered in multiple members cum.

Jimin took this opportunity to crawl on the bed next to you, running his tongue through the puddle on the side of your face. He hungrily lapped the remains of the cum from your face before kissing you deeply dragging you away from Namjoon in the process. The middle member let out a whine in protest until Jungkook filled the newly vacated space idly tracing patterns on Joon's stomach as they both recovered from their highs. The two were notoriously needy after their orgasms.

Jimin moved you so you were straddling him, his hard tip pressed into your opening, waiting. Waiting for you to lower yourself down into his lap properly. You take an agonizingly long time to slide down his full length, letting out a long moan as you did so. You slowly bounce yourself up and down, winding him up, wondering how long it would take for him to flip you over and take you as hard and fast as he could. The man was not known for his sexual patience.

Just as you thought, the smaller man can’t wait long before you are manoeuvred on to your hands and knees. Your met with the sight of Hobi's dick stood to full attention in front of you. Clear that the two mean to take you together you open your mouth ready and willing. The two thrust in tandem, in, out, in, out. The speed increasing gradually as both chase their orgasms. You find yourself also nearing your second finish just as a new pair of hands find their way to your clit. Taehyung appears from underneath you rubbing at your clit fiercely, to a point where it’s almost painful. Almost. Your second orgasm causes both your pussy and throat to spasm, finishing both men off in one quick motion. The seven of you are panting and sweaty, collapsed in cuddly heaps on the large bed.

“So how was tour? You ask after catching your breath

Kinktober

Masterlist

Please let me know what you think or if you have any requests for the last 6 fics here

[aliendes]

BTS reaction to you having a wet dream (NSFW) 18+

BTS reaction to you having a wet dream (NSFW) 18+

Warnings: slight somnophilia (totally consensual and discussions are had prior because we stan CONSENT ;D), wet dreams obvi, Namjoon’s get a little angsty if you squint, smut, thigh riding but it’s only a thought not an action, oral (f rcving), fingering, masturbation (m&f), polyamory, mxm action (if that makes you uncomfortable skip Jimin’s reaction, sry but we all equals here!), slight dom themes because it me and I can’t right Joon as anything but, unprotected sex also because, it me, cum play and cum eating because Jin’s got really… uh, graphic. I’m not sorry. If I missed anything let me know. 

A/N: So this was another request. I just can’t keep the requests to one member I guess… anon requested a drabble with JK noticing YN having a wet dream. Thanks anon! These ones got away from me a bit… and it’s completely unedited. sorry! Send a request!

 You and Seokjin have been dating for a few years now, so there wasn’t much you guys haven’t tried out in the bedroom. There was one thing that Jin had been wanting to try recently and brought up to you a couple of months ago. He was interested in waking you up with his tongue. When he brought it up to you, you were a little worried how you would react in the moment, since you were a fairly light sleeper. After a long conversation about how it would go down, you both decided that he would wait for a time he knew you were horny, but weren’t expecting it, since part of his kink was you not knowing. 

Cue Jin coming home after midnight after a long day of practice. He was still sweaty and gross and incredibly exhausted. All he wanted to do was fall asleep, but he knew he needed to shower first, since you didn’t like when he came to bed sweaty. Peeling his clothes off, he headed for the bathroom.

After his shower, Jin wrapped a towel around his thin waist and walked into the bedroom. He expected you to be asleep since it was so late. What he didn’t expect to find was you, asleep, with your hand in your pants on top of the covers. His brain short circuited for a second, blinking owlishly at the sight before him. Were you moaning? Jin walked closer to the bed and realized you must have kicked the covers off, since they were bunched at your feet. Your hand was resting on your pubic bone under your thin sleep shorts. You were obviously dreaming, twitching every few seconds and letting out soft mewls. Jin could feel himself growing hard under the towel he now had a death grip on. 

Jin gulped. This was his chance. You were obviously turned on, hopefully by him, in your dream. He dropped the towel quickly and grabbed onto his semi-hard cock, stroking it lazily as he walked closer to the bed. He needed to be careful not to wake you, since a pin drop could usually wake you up. 

Gently, Jin slipped his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and slid them down your legs until they were all the way off. Next, he picked up your hand and moved it to your side. You were still moaning, seemingly in a deep sleep, luckily for your boyfriend. Jin climbed on the bed, careful to rest his knees softly so he didn’t move the mattress too much, and grabbed onto your soft thighs. He was so turned on right now, it was hard for him to stay quiet, letting out soft sighs every now and then. Slowly, Jin spread your legs, finally getting a view of your soaked pussy. Your folds were glistening in the low light of the bedroom and Jin swears he could cum right now, untouched.

Subconsciously stroking his cock again, Jin leaned down until he was face to face with your dripping cunt. His fantasy was about to come true and he was so excited he could barely contain himself. One hand on his cock, the other on your thigh, he dug in. Plump lips kissing at your wet lips, tongue slipping out and spreading you open. He teased your clit for a moment, pushing his tongue onto the already swollen bud and he idly wondered how long you had been turned on for you to be this swollen. Slowly, Jin began eating you out like a man starved, jacking himself off to his wildest fantasy. Above him, Jin heard your soft moans growing louder, spurring him on further. 

“Jin?” You sounded so sexy, voice rough with sleep, that Jin came into his hand with a couple more strokes. Ignoring the mess, he brought his cum covered hand up to your core, spreading your pussy open with two fingers, before slipping one into your tight hole. When he was knuckle deep in you, you loudly moaned. “Ah - oh my - Jin!” You shrieked in pleasure as you looked down to the lewd scene between your legs.

Your boyfriend was staring up at you, clit between his teeth, cum covered fingers pushing into your cunt. You don’t think you’ve seen anything hotter in your life. Jin was onto something with this kink. You let out another breathy moan as Jin sucked your bud into his mouth and lapped at it with the tip of his tongue. Throwing your head back, you surrendered your pleasure to Jin, cumming hard all over his face. 

Jin moaned into your pussy as you clenched around his digit, lapping up your release. He pulled his finger from you, kissing your clit gently before sitting up and smiling a sweet smile at you. “Thank you,” he said, sincerely. You couldn’t help the bright smile that spread across your face at your loving boyfriend.

“I think I should be thanking you,” you both laughed at your statement as he leaned up and kissed you gently. 

Yoongi was sitting in his studio, headset on, working on some lyrics. He had all but forgotten that you were actually in his studio with him until he turned around and saw you sleeping, curled up in a ball on his leather couch. He smiled at your small form before narrowing his eyes at you. You were definitely sleeping, but why did you face looking twisted in pleasure?

Yoongi took his headset off, carefully setting it on his desk, when he immediately realized what was going on. You were moaning and twitching in your sleep. You were having a wet dream.

Your blonde boyfriend smirked as he rose from his seat, walking over to your sleeping body. For a moment, he just admired your beautiful sleeping face. Features twisted slightly, brow furrowed, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself. Gently, Yoongi rested his hand on your upper arm, lightly shaking you awake. 

“YN?” He whispered, right next to your face, “Honey? You’re dreaming.”

Slowly, you opened one eye and peered at Yoongi’s smiling face. Did you fall asleep? Smacking your lips together to get rid of your dry mouth, you rubbed at your eyes. “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Are you ready to go home?” You sat up all the way, but Yoongi stayed kneeled in front of you on the floor. When he didn’t respond you cocked your head at him, “What’s up babe?”

“Were you having a good dream?” He smirked at you.

You were still in a sleepy haze so you didn’t quite catch the implication in his words. You were racking your brain to figure out what he was talking about, until it hit you. Realization washed over your face and Yoongi had to hold back a snicker. You were dreaming. About him. And his cock, deep inside you. You blushed at the reminder of your dirty dream and quickly hid your face behind your sweater paws.

“Hey - don’t hide,” Yoongi said, pulling your hands away from your face and holding them in his, “it was kind of hot.” 

Your blush deepened at his words, “Yoongs!”

“I’m serious, YN,” he looked down at his crotch to emphasize his words, eyebrow raised, “see?”

You looked down and saw the outline of his hard dick straining his jeans. It looked uncomfortable and you felt kind of bad you unknowingly did that to him. You pulled him towards you until he was hovering over you, both hands placed on the back of the dark couch. “Want some help with that?” 

He gave you his signature gummy smile at your words, “Only if I can return the favor.”

You were currently on tour with your internationally famous boyfriend, J-hope. Otherwise known as your sunshine, Hobi. Being on tour was exhausting, but it was nothing for you compared to the boys, so you always let Hoseok sleep whenever he could, wherever he could. That meant he also tried to let you sleep when you needed it, since you were so respectful of his sleep. However, he was having a really hard time with that right now.

You were both lying in the bed of the hotel room you were currently staying in. You had both gone to bed about an hour ago, you having fallen asleep right away while Hoseok had been tossing and turning. That was, until about 5 minutes ago, when you started moaning in your sleep.

Hoseok had his eyes closed in the dark room, hand down his pants, as he listened to you mewl and moan next to him. It was turning him on so much that he almost felt guilty for touching himself. He couldn’t not touch himself with the sounds that were coming out of your mouth. He was lazily stroking his cock, imagining it was him making you sound like that. 

Carefully he turned on his side, dick still in hand, so he could see your face in the moonlight. What he saw only caused his arousal to grow. There you were, in a tiny silk camisole through which Hoseok could see your pert nipples. But what really broke him was the fact that your small hand was stuffed into your silk panties, a growing wet spot forming on the fabric. Hoseok gripped his dick so tight, he thought he was about to blow his load. He needed to be inside you.

Your boyfriend reached a hand over to you, gently shaking your shoulder, “Sweetie?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed and you pursed your lips, hand twitching in your underwear. God, he was going to come undone any second now. 

“Mmm,” you moaned, slowly opening your eyes, “Hobi?”

“Hi sweetness, come here,” he whispered softly to you, “you were having fun without me.”

You blinked a couple times before realizing that your hand was wet. You looked down and realized you were dripping onto your hand, suddenly remembering the dream you were having. “Oh, shit,” your voice was breathy and it turned Hoseok on even more.

“Let me help you?” It was a request, and you happily obliged, removing your hand from your shorts, sliding it under the covers and finding Hoseok’s hard cock, “God, babe, oh please,” he moaned as you started stroking his length.

After a moment of composing himself, Hoseok scooted closer to you and reached a hand down the front of your panties, immediately finding your clit. You had been so worked up from your dream that it didn’t take you long to feel the telltale signs of your orgasm. The silent room was filled with both yours and Hoseok’s soft whines and moans at the feeling of each other’s hands getting the other off. It was incredibly sensual, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t something you’ve thought about before. 

Just as you felt white hot pleasure shoot through your veins, Hoseok’s breath stuttered and he came all over your hand. Both of you worked the other through their high, moaning at the incredible pleasure you were giving each other. After a moment, you pulled your hand away and Hoseok did the same. You both rolled onto your backs and at the same time, muttered, “Wow.”

You both burst into giggles, quickly getting up to clean up the mess you made. 

Namjoon had been calling you for the last fifteen minutes and he was starting to get worried. It was only 4 o’clock in the afternoon, you shouldn’t be sleeping, and it was Saturday so you weren’t at work. He had finished practice about thirty minutes ago and was hoping you’d want to get dinner, but he couldn’t reach you.

He decided to head to your place to ease his worry, though he was sure you were fine. That’s what he was telling himself anyway. 

When Namjoon got to your apartment he knocked a few times and then waited for you to answer. He was expecting to hear you bounding across the living room to answer the door, like you usually did. You never were light on your feet. But after a couple minutes, he didn’t hear anything. Now he was really starting to worry. Namjoon gave another courtesy knock before punching in your keycode and opening your door. 

A sigh of relief came as soon as he rounded the corner of your living room and saw you asleep on the couch. The relief turned into something else though at your current condition. There you were, sprawled out on your couch, in nothing but a towel, moaning in your sleep. It looked like you had gotten out of the shower and immediately fell asleep in front of the TV. You looked like you were in a deep sleep, having a wet dream, if the moaning was anything to go by. Namjoon felt bad for a moment, idly wondering if you were overworking yourself, before his cock started twitching in his sweats at the thought of your naked body under that thin fabric. 

Quietly, Namjoon made his way across the living room and kneeled down in front of your body. He reached out and softly ran his knuckles against your exposed collarbone, noticing you were a little cold. He leaned over your body placing soft kisses along your decollete and neck. He ran his knuckles up your neck and tangled them in your hair, gently kissing your cheek and nose. 

“Baby girl,” he whispered into your neck, “c’mon baby, let’s go to your bed.”

You stirred slightly as his words, furrowing your brow. He knew you were starting to come to, so he reached under your body and scooped you up bridal style. Swiftly, he stood from the floor and walked down the short hallway to your bedroom. When he crossed the threshold of your room, you warily blinked your eyes open. “Joonie?” Your voice was rough from sleep and it only turned Namjoon on more. 

“I’m here baby,” he said softly, setting you down on your bed, “you smell so good,” he murmured as he climbed on top of you, resuming his kissing. 

“Joon, baby, what’s gotten into you,” you giggled breathily as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You,” he growled, running his hand down your side, effectively opening the towel you were wrapped in, “You’ve been a naughty girl, having wet dreams. Were you thinking about touching yourself? Hmm?”

You blushed at the sudden reminder of the dream you were just woken up from. You were, actually, touching yourself in the dream and you chose to voice that to Namjoon, causing him to groan into your chest where his lips were now traveling.

“Are you supposed to touch yourself without permission, baby girl?”

“No, Joonie,” you whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

“Mm,” he tsked, “I bet you are, baby.”

You could feel the slick growing between your thighs, your nakedness doing nothing to stop it from sticking to your thighs. Namjoon reached down and cupped your heat, one finger gathering up your wetness before pressing into you slowly. “Mmm, Joonie!”

“Is this what you were dreaming about, baby girl? Want me to fill you up?”

“Y- yes,” you moaned at the feeling of his finger curling up into your g-spot, “please.”

Namjoon sat up, keeping the rhythm of his finger in your cunt, and with his free hand pushed his sweats down until his weeping cock sprung out. You moaned at the sight, clenching down onto his finger, making him smirk at you. You licked your lips as you watched a bead of  precum drip from Namjoon’s tip onto your pubic bone. 

“You want my cock?” You nodded quickly, biting into your bottom lip, “beg.”

“Please Joon, please fuck me. I need you cock!” You whined, eyes screwing shut as he added a second finger, scissoring you open, prepping you to take his member.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he growled, pulling his digits from you and slipping his long cock through your folds, gathering up your arousal, “this cock will fuck you better than any dream.”

Namjoon slid himself into your hot cunt, bottoming out and tapping your cervix. You let out a lewd groan at the feeling as he gave you a moment to adjust. “Ok?” He asked and you nodded eagerly.

As soon as you gave him the go ahead, Joon started ramming his cock into you with abandon, hitting all the right places inside you. You screamed out in pleasure and Namjoon leaned over you, placing hot, open mouthed kissing along your breasts and neck, sucking gently and leaving light purple marks. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he fucked into you again and again. 

“Joon! J- Joon I’m close,” you moaned, “please!”

“I got you, baby girl,” he reached down, two fingers drawing quick figure eights into your neglected clit, “cream my cock, baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Ecstasy washed over you and you clamped down on your boyfriend’s thick cock, cumming so hard your vision goes black for a moment. When you come down from your high, Namjoon’s hips are stuttering as he sucks on the skin of your chest, following close behind you. As his hips still you feel his white hot release empty into your cunt, painting your walls white. You moan at the delicious feeling before he’s pulling back to look into your eyes. “I love you, YN,” he sighs out, letting his sweaty forehead rest on yours.

“I love you too, Joonie.”

“What do you think she’s dreaming about?” Jungkook whispered softly into his boyfriend’s ear. 

Jimin looked at his younger boyfriend, smirking, “You, probably.”

A bunny grin spread across Jungkook’s face at the elder’s admission. You had decided to stay over at their apartment tonight, a last minute decision because of the thunderstorm outside. You had just joined Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship a few months ago and you were trying to take things slow, but it was becoming increasingly hard with the looks they were starting to give you on a daily basis. All you could think about was Jungkook tonight, thoughts completely erased, other than those of your younger boyfriend’s thighs in those tight leather pants he was wearing. You were losing your damn mind. So when Jimin suggested you lay down on the couch to watch a movie, you were happy to oblige, willing to do anything to get your mind off Jungkook. Not that it was wrong to want your own boyfriend, but you were taking things slow!

“Did you see the way she was staring at you all night?” Jimin asked the curly haired man. 

Their whispered conversation was interrupted when from the other couch, you started moaning lewdly. Both men lightly gasped at the sound, looking at each other cautiously. Jimin eyed the younger’s crotch when he saw a twitch out of the corner of his eye. “I know I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he whispered to Jungkook. 

The bunny boy bit his lip and grabbed the back of Jimin’s head, crashing their lips together. For a few minutes, they made out on the loveseat, until they were once again interrupted by your loud moaning, except when they looked over this time, you were sitting up, staring at them with flushed cheeks. 

“Want to join, little dove?” Jimin asked sweetly, making Jungkook smirk at you. Despite your embarrassment of being caught, you nodded your head quickly, pursing your lips together. Jimin reached his hand out towards you as you cautiously stood from the couch and made your way towards your two boyfriends, “Come here,” Jimin whispered as you took his hand. He pulled you onto his lap, effectively sandwiching you in between him and Jungkook. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t thoroughly enjoy it. 

Jungkook ran the back of his knuckles along your cheek and Jimin’s hand roamed your thighs and hips, “What do you want, love?” Jungkook whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. You shivered a bit, making both men chuckle. 

“You,” you started before realizing your words, “both of you.”

“You have us, sweet girl,” Jimin said, making you turn to him, his gaze fiery, “what do you want us to do to you?”

His words sent a pang of arousal straight to your core and you could feel yourself growing wetter than you already were. Curse your brain melting at the thought of Jungkook. His leather pants had caused you to dream about riding his thick thighs and you were dripping at the thought. You murmured something that didn’t reach either of the men’s ears.

“What was that, love?” Jungkook asked, running his hand through your tangled hair.

“I want you to fuck me,” you rushed out, looking down at your lap, but not before you caught sight of both of your boyfriends hard cocks, straining against their pants, “please,” you whimpered, tongue no longer filtering your thoughts, “please fuck me.”

Jungkook and Jimin shared a knowing look before Jungkook scooped you up bridal style and made his way down the hallway to their shared bedroom with Jimin trailing closely behind him. Jungkook gently tossed you onto the bed before climbing over top of you, kissing all the way up your chest and neck until he reached your lips, hands roaming over your stomach until one rested on your clothed core. “Are you sure, love?” He asked you, eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When he found none and you nodded your head, he quickly slid your shorts and panties off your legs. Taking in your glistening cunt for the first time he let out a groan, cupping his cock through his pants. “You’re fucking beautiful, YN.”

You blushed at his words before you noticed Jimin climbing onto the bed next to your head. When you turned to look at him, you noticed he was completely nude, cock hard, the tip red and oozing precum. The sight had you licking your lips and squeezing your thighs together. Jimin smirked down at you as he grabbed his dick, languidly stroking as you looked back to the younger. “Can you take me while you suck Jimin off, baby?”

You nodded quickly, feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought. Jungkook let his fingers run up your slit, gathering your arousal, before plunging two fingers into your needy cunt. “Ah!” You yelped at the intrusion, before you felt the tip of Jimin’s cock pushing at your cheek, urging you to take him in your mouth. You turned your head, licking at the tip of his cock, reveling in his taste. “God, little dove, your mouth is amazing,” he moaned, still stroking his cock. You reach forward with one hand, wrapping it around his girthy length, languidly stroking as you take him in your mouth, “ah! Ah!” He gasps. You moan around his dick as Jungkook adds a third finger to your dripping hole.

“Such a pretty pussy, Jimin,” the younger laments to his boyfriend, “can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, love.”

You moaned at the younger’s words, the feeling making Jimin twitch in your mouth. “Oh my - YN you feel so good,” Jimin’s moans were getting louder, spurring you on. 

Before you knew it, Jungkook’s fingers were slipping out of you and in their place, was the tip of his rock hard length. As he sheathed himself in your heat, your eyes rolled back in your head, relishing in the feeling of being filled by two cocks. It was lewd, it was fulfilling your deepest fantasies, and you were already so close to cumming. 

“God, she’s so tight Jimin-ie,” Jungkook moaned as he bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust, “you have to feel her.”

“I will Jungkook-ie, her mouth is amazing too. So warm, wet,” you moaned around his cock at the praise. 

Once the three of you found you rhythm, Jungkook started fucking into your cunt while Jimin used your mouth to chase his high. At some point, Jimin leaned over you and started toying with your swollen clit, only heightening your pleasure. Jimin was the first to finish, cumming down your throat, and you followed closely behind, cumming hard around Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook was the last to come, cock buried deep in your pussy while Jimin played with his balls. Jungkook leaned over you, completely spent, placing a loving kiss on your soft lips, before leaning over and doing the same to Jimin. 

“You’re amazing YN,” Jungkook whispers against your lips.

“I agree, little dove,” Jimin says against your neck, placing light kisses there. 

“So are you two,” you sigh, causing both of them to laugh, “you both make me so happy.”

Jungkook and Jimin share another knowing look before their eyes land back on you, “We love you, YN.”

You and Taehyung were like a match made in heaven. You both had the same interests and liked the same things. You even liked the same foods and drinks, which was great, it made grocery shopping a breeze.

Another thing you both agreed on and shared, were your kinks. You are both pretty open to most things in the bedroom and have experimented with your fair share of kinks before. One of these kinks that you both find arousing, is somnophilia. 

You had tried it on multiple occasions, him waking you up with sex, or you waking him up with a blowjob. It was a mutual understanding that you had, that if either of you was feeling horny while the other was asleep, you were ok with the other initiating sex, assuming you weren’t on your period and Taehyung wasn’t working on a comeback.

Tonight, neither of those restrictions came into play as Taehyung arrived home from dinner with the boys to find you asleep in bed. He had had a couple of drinks, not enough to be drunk, but enough to feel horny. Taehyung was planning on waking you up to see if you were up for a quickie before he fell asleep, but when he got closer to the bed, he realized you were moaning lightly in your sleep. Taehyung’s eyes went wide as he took in your furrowed brow, the look of pleasure on your face. If he was horny before, he was about to combust now. 

Slowly making his way over to the side of the bed he pulled back the covers and nearly had a heart attack and the sight of your nude body, hand between your legs, a finger lightly pushing into your already swollen bud. Taehyung thought he was dreaming at such a lewd sight, it sent him spiraling into a hole of lust he couldn’t get out of if he tried. 

Trying his best to not make a sound, he slipped out of his pants, then his shirt, throwing them into the hamper. Completely naked, dick already half mast, Taehyung climbed on top of you, leaning down to take one of your already pert nipples into his mouth. You moaned as his hot mouth devoured you, a hand snaking down to push your hand from your clit, his own pointer finger taking its place. He groaned against your chest at the slick feeling of his finger rolling over your bud. 

You began to stir and Taehyung’s ministrations, only causing him to become a little rougher. “Tae?” It was meant to be a question, but it came out as a breathy moan. Taehyung popped off your breast and looked up at you, finger still rubbing figure eights into your pulsing clit. “Tae,” that one came out as a straight moan, making him smirk. 

“Hey baby,” he grunted, moving two fingers into your slit making you gasp, “were you waiting for me?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, eyes closing at the immense pleasure between your legs, “yeah, was thinking about you all night, couldn’t help myself.”

Taehyung gasped, mock offense on his face, “You touched yourself? You dirty girl.”

“Mmm,” you moaned against his mouth as he slotted his lips against yours, “please, Tae.”

“Please what, doll?” 

“Please fuck me,” he couldn’t say no to that.

Slowly, Tae pulled his slicked fingers from your cunt, bringing them up to your mouth. You opened obediently, sucking lewdly on his digits pulling a growl from his mouth. As he pulled back with a loud ‘pop’, he used your saliva to lubricate his already weeping cock. “Ready for me, baby?”

“Always,” you whimpered as Taehyung entered your warmth, “s’good.”

Taehyung let out a long moan at the feeling of you wrapped around him, finally getting some relief. “God, I’ve wanted you all night,” he whispered, pulling his hips back and slamming back into you, making your body jump up the bed a bit. 

“Wanted you s-so bad Tae Tae,” you murmured, eyes closing and head falling back.

Tae grabbed both your thighs, spreading your legs as he rolled his hips against yours. He leaned back a bit, leaning down and letting a glob of saliva fall from his lips, landing directly on your clit. The cold feeling made you jerk back, but he tightened his grip on your legs, holding you in place. Quickly he reached down and started circling your hardened nub, just like he knew you liked. 

“Ah- ah, Tae!” You mewled, back arching off the bed as shockwaves rolled through your body. Taehyung never let up, fucking you through it. He followed closely behind you, hips jerking into you, warm cum filling you up. 

“God, doll, you’re so fucking hot.” Tae leaned down and pressed his lips to yours before resting his forehead on your shoulder. You wrapped both arms around him as you both caught your breath, “I need sleep,” he mumbled, pulling a light laugh from you.

Jungkook was tossing and turning in bed tonight, not able to fall asleep. He was worried about their upcoming comeback and had been feeling really stressed lately. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he rolled over so he was facing your back. His eyes narrowed as your sleeping form. He wasn’t mad at you, per se. He was just upset you could fall asleep so easily. 

Just as Jungkook was about to roll over again, he heard noises coming from your side of the bed. He stopped breathing for a second as he listened closely. He could hear little breathy gasps coming from you and upon closer inspection it looked like you were… shivering? Were you cold?

Jungkook instinctively scooted closer to you, about to pull you into his arms, when you let out an unmistakable loud moan. He immediately froze, hand in the air, ready to reach for you. Should he wake you? He was internally debating when he heard it again. “K-kook,” you moaned.

“Baby?” He whispered, not sure if you were awake or not. When he didn’t get an answer, he wrapped his arms gently around you, placing his head on your shoulder. “Honey?” He let his hand travel down your arm and to your thighs, trying to rouse you. His hand roamed over your front, trailing down your arm, finally reaching your hand, which was clenched tightly between your legs, pushing against your clothed core. Jungkook’s cock twitched in his pants at the mental image of you touching yourself to him in your sleep. Was he actually sleeping and having some sort of fantasy fulfillment dream? 

You started to stir a bit, rolling towards him, making him back up slightly to give you room. As you turned in his arms, he saw you slowly blinking your eyes open. “Kookie?” Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes focused and you saw the lust in your boyfriend’s eyes. 

“Dreaming of me, honey?” Your normally sweet, bunny boyfriend teased. 

You flushed at his accusation because it was definitely true. You were just having an amazing dream of him between your legs, getting you off with his sensual tongue. As you were having flashbacks to the dream, you felt Jungkook’s hand snake down your front and into your panties, fingers quickly finding your clit.

“So wet for me,” he mewled, “want me to help you out, baby?”

You nodded your head, whimpering as his fingers spread your lower lips, spreading your juices around your needy pussy. “Use your words, honey,” he husked.

“Want your fingers, Kook,” you whined. Without warning he slipped two fingers into your heat, stroking your g-spot over and over, “Kook!”

“Mmm,” he moaned, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his clothed erection, “help me out?”

You happily obliged, pushing his sweat pants down his thighs, allowing his hard cock to spring free. You rubbed your thumb over his slit, gathering the precum that had pooled there and used it to slowly jerk him off. His lips ghosted over your forehead and you worked his long dick. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he whined, voice cracking slightly, “don’t stop.”

You weren’t going to, working him through his orgasm as his hips stuttered, hot cum spilling over your hand. Jungkook’s fingers momentarily stopped moving inside you, but once he came down from his high, quickly picked up their pace again. “I love you, baby,” he whispered, fingers coming all the way out of your pussy to lewdly rub against your clit for a second before plunging back in. It was driving you insane. It wasn’t long before fire was pooling in your lower abdomen. You came hard around your boyfriend’s fingers, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids and the slow and languid pace he was stick fingering you with. “Ah, ah too much!” You whined, making him smirk and slowly pull his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking your juices off of them. 

“That was so hot, baby,” you nodded your head in agreement, sleepy post-orgasm feeling taking over, “I think I can finally fall asleep now,” he mumbled, letting out a big yawn. 

[kookiesjoonies]

Stupid Game | JJK.

banner made by the ever so lovely @ppersonna​, thank u bunches angel. xo

main pairing: jeon jungkook x college student!reader (established relationship)

fic type: one shot

word count: 2k

genre: smut, porn with (some) plot

warnings: language, slight exhibitionism, hand job, switch!jk if u squint, oral sex (m. receiving) 

summary: all you wanted to do was study in peace, but that becomes impossible due to your boyfriend’s constant screaming at the video game on the television. so you decide to teach him a lesson; if he insists on being loud, you’re going to give him a reason to be. 

A/N: apparently, i write blow job fics when i’ve been awake for almost 21 hours and half asleep. who knew?

If you had to hear your boyfriend yell at Taehyung through that damn headset one more time today, you were going to fucking lose it.

You had an important exam coming up that you were trying your hardest to prepare for. You’d tried moving to the bedroom to get some peace and quiet, but of course Jungkook was so obnoxiously loud that you could still hear him through the walls.

Putting in headphones was also a useless attempt at blocking him out. You’d even resorted to taking your laptop and textbooks outside onto your balcony, because surely him being inside and you being outside would make a difference. It didn’t.

You cursed at him under your breath and slammed your laptop shut and piled your books on top of it before swinging your front door open, only to slam it shut with a force that caused the picture frames on the wall beside of it to shake.

“Dude! Taehyung, are you fucking kidding me right now!” Jungkook nearly jumped off of the couch over God only knew what had happened during that stupid fucking game.

You rolled your eyes and tossed your books and laptop onto the kitchen counter.

You tried, for the millionth time, to reason with him. You massaged your temples with your fingertips, letting out a loud huff.

“Jungkook, can you please—“

You were cut off by his yelling at the television screen in front of him again, this time he was yelling at Jimin. He didn’t even hear you speak. Of course he fucking didn’t. You could hear the sound of fake gunshots coming from his headphones at full blast.

You were fuming, arms crossed over your chest now as you just gave him a deathly stare. You were sure he hadn’t even registered that you were standing beside of him.

So, you decided to step in front of him, blocking his view of the game on the screen.

He glanced up at you then, eyes going wide as he tried to move his head to either side of you so that he could see.

“Babe!” he yelled, “I can’t see!”

“Yeah!” you took a step closer, pulling one of the headphones back and then letting it go to snap against his ear, “that’s the point!”

He yelped at the feeling of the hard plastic hitting his ear, pushing his lip lower lip out and into a pout, “What was that for?!”

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. And your look of anger was quickly replaced with one of mischief. The corner of your lips pulled up and into a smirk and you made your way down onto the floor in front of him on your knees. If you had to suffer all day because of this stupid fucking game, then he was going to suffer because of it too.

He eyed you curiously, an eyebrow arching as his gaze followed you to the ground.

“Mute your mic.” You said, voice stern.

He obliged, telling his teammates that he’d be right back.

“Babe, what—“

“I have been trying to study for this fucking exam all fucking day. And I can’t,” your placed your hands on his knees, slowly pushing them up his thighs, “do you know why?”

He shifted underneath your touch, gaze glued to your fingers as they continued to inch their way upwards.

“Uhm, no?”

“Well,” you started, giving his thighs a squeeze as you reached the top of them, “I can’t fucking study because you insist on being loud as fuck playing this stupid game.”

Your fingers made their way over to the button of his jeans, snapping it open and slowly tugging the zipper down.

His eyes widened as he watched you, his dick immediately hardening as the realization of what was about to happen finally hit him. He felt giddy all of a sudden, but you were quick to shut that down.

“So now, I’m going to suck your dick and make you cum so hard that you see black,” you tugged his jeans down and he lifted his hips to allow you to do so, his boxers following suit and allowing his impressive cock to spring free, “and you’re going to play while I do it.”

He started to protest, fumbling over his words, “N-no! We can’t—, you know I can’t be quiet when you—“

“That’s the point. Unmute the mic. Now.” Usually, he was the one telling you what to do. This was definitely different. But judging by the way his cock twitched at the sound of your demanding voice, he seemed to be okay with it.

And you were too. Wetness was already beginning to pool between your thighs. You were definitely going to make him clean that mess up after you were done with him.

He opened his mouth again, thought about protesting. But truth be told, the idea of having to keep himself quiet and unsuspecting was turning him on more than he ever thought it could. So, he unmuted the mic and offered a quick apology to Taehyung and Jimin before rapidly pressing the buttons on his controller and rejoining his team.

You took a moment to gawk at the sight in front of you. You’d been together for years, and no matter how many times you saw your boyfriend’s dick, the beauty of it always managed to amaze you. He was so long and so thick, veins popping out here and there, and a perfectly pink tip to top it all off.

Your mouth watered and you could feel yourself beginning to drool. You parted your lips and spit onto your hand, bringing it down and onto his hardened length. You started at the head, running your thumb along the slit and using his precum and your saliva to lubricate his cock, giving it a few slow pumps. Your eyes shot up to look at the expression on Jungkook’s face.

He sucked in a breath at the feeling of your hand tugging along his length, his chest falling and rising at a quickening pace as he tried to keep himself from making any noise.

You smirked to yourself, knowing there was no way in hell he’d ever be able to keep quiet once you finally put your mouth on him. He never could. He was so vocal. He loved praising you, telling you how good you were doing, how good your tongue was. And his moans, his fucking moans. You loved them, swallowed around his cock any chance you could just to get him to let out those sinful sounds.

You wrapped your hand around his length as best you could, never fully being able to get your hand wrapped all the way around. You dipped your head down and poked your tongue out, swirling it around the head in painfully slow circles.

He’d never wanted to curse out a moan so badly in his life. He bit his lip, forcing himself to keep quiet as you slowly took more of his length into your mouth.

He glanced down at you for a split second. Big fucking mistake. You looked perfect, too perfect. Your cheeks all hallowed out and nearly full of him, your tiny hand moving up and down in tune with the way you were beginning to bob your head.

“Fucking shit—“ he groaned. His eyes widened as he threw himself into a fake coughing fit in a poor attempt to cover up the noise.

You laughed, sending vibrations straight through his dick. His hips jerked before he even knew what was happening and he was pushing himself further into your mouth as he began short thrusts.

He removed one of his hands from his controller, closing it over the mic so that he could speak without his team members hearing him, “Fuck, baby—,” he moaned quietly, letting his eyelids fall shut, “you can’t do that shit to me, I’ll never be able to stay quiet—“

You lifted your free hand to swat his away from his mic and he sucked in a breath as you shot him a look, one daring him to mute that mic one more time.

He hadn’t been quiet all day, why the fuck should he start now?

You moaned around him, vibrating his dick once again before taking more of it into your mouth and down your throat. Your hand was covering what your mouth couldn’t, pumping at lightning speed as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking him in and feeling the tip hit the back of your throat each time.

His hips were bucking off of the couch now and his head had fallen back against the back of the couch. He wasn’t even paying attention to the game anymore. He couldn’t. All he could focus on was you, and how incredibly fucking sinful your mouth felt. The controller he was holding had been abandoned, his hands now tangled in your hair and holding your head still so that he could fuck your mouth causing your eyes to water as he continuously pounded at the same spot in the back of your mouth.

“Holy fuck—, babe!” He let a ragged moan escape from his lips, not giving a single fuck that everyone he’d been playing with could hear him.

His thrusts into the heat of your mouth were growing erratic, and you could tell that he was nearing the edge. Your eyes never left his face as you allowed him to continue his brutal assault on your throat. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth was agape as a series of praises and moans of your name started to fly out.

Your fingers found their way down and to his balls, and as you began to roll them around he growled and hurriedly flung the headset off and onto the other side of the room.

“So close, baby. I’m so close—“ he warned, gathering your hair up into one hand and pushing your head further down onto his cock as he continued his rough, erratic thrusts.

You swallowed around his length three times in a row, and a loud, drawn out moan made its way past his lips as he came. Hot streams of his cum coated the back of your throat, and you eagerly gulped it all up.

“Fuck! You’re so good. Holy shit.” he was seeing stars, had to blink numerous times to get the black dots circling around his head to disappear.

He pulled out of your mouth and brought a thumb down to wipe the wetness that had gathered on your chin, admiring the way that your lips were now red and swollen. Your expression was completely fucked out and your hair was standing up in all different directions. He’d never seen you look sexier than you did right now.

“Come here.” he requested, and you obliged, standing up in between his legs.

You shrieked as he pulled you down onto him, your legs on either side of him as your arms went to wrap around his neck.

He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours in a quick peck. He reached a hand up to smooth your hair down, a frown creeping its way onto his face, “I’m sorry I was such a jackass today. I promise I’ll be more considerate next time.”

You sighed, your fingers toying with the sweaty strands of hair at the nape of his neck, “It’s okay, I forgive you. I just have to study for this test tomorrow, is all.”

You started to move off of his lap, but his grip on your hips held you in place.

“You can study later, yeah?”

One of his hands trailed downwards, dipping down and inside of your shorts. He dragged two fingers along your folds through the fabric of your underwear, hissing at the dampness that he was greeted with. Your head dropped against his shoulder as he began to circle over your clothed clit, whimpering at the feeling.

“Your mic’s still on.” You pointed out, and he picked up the pace of his fingers, causing you to cry out and push your hips against his hand.

“I don’t care.”

[belovedbangtan]

Dive | Part 4 | jjk

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Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 2.5k

Description:  Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was   planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with   her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with  a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Warnings:Language, oral sex, dom!Jk if you squint, mouth fucking... whoops.

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If the sound of the heavy rain hitting the top of your tent wasn’t enough to wake you, the defining sound of lighting cracking a tree in the distance was. You gasped sitting up quickly, almost forgetting where you were. His warm palm runs up your arm, making your remember. You turn your head back to look at him, his eyes were heavy like he had just woken up. He softly wrapped his fingers around your upper arm, pulling you back into him. A sigh falling from your lips as you snuggled back into your safe space. His right arms wraps around you so that his fingers can run through your hair, while his left comes across his stomach searching for your fingers to lace his through. You quickly find them, looking up at him through your long lashes.

His soft eyes finally meet yours, “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” the words fell from your lips in a daze. Soft and unsure, but maybe talking about it would make it seem less foreign.

The corners of his mouth turn up while his eyes sparkled, “I can relate,’ he drew in a long breathe, “I cant really explain it either.”

You nod while readjusting yourself, sitting up and crossing your legs. He copies you, sitting up tall playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

“I just got out of a relationship a week ago,” You rake your fingers through your hair taking in a long breath.  

He cocks his head to the side taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Did you love Ben?” his voice is small, you can it’s not something he wants to talk about but you both know that its needed.

“I don’t know, I think so.” you rub your hands over your thighs, being forced to think about how you actually felt about one of the longest relationships you’d ever been in.

“You think?” He reaches out to take your hand in his. The instant tranquility that washes over just by being touched by him is something you can’t ignore.

“While I was in it, it felt like love to me... but,” You sigh searching his eyes hoping to find the words,“how do you know what love feels like?”

He tries to suppress a grin as he looks down quickly, he looks back up at you with adoration lacing all of his features, “I think it feels like this…”

Your chest tightens as you process what that means, you wish you weren’t so scared of everything that his words represented. You agree though, wholeheartedly. If you were ever to describe the feelings of falling in love, you would describe this moment.

“Why were you with him for so long if you weren’t sure you loved him?” His voice is soothing, almost as if you were fragile and if he spoke too loud you would break, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

You blink as his thumb brushes the back of your hand softly, “I think, maybe, I just liked having someone to call my own,” You start to explain. Telling him that you did have feelings for him, but you knew deep down that they weren’t feelings of love. You never thought about getting married, or having children, or a future at all with Ben. While you felt that way, a part of you felt secure knowing that you wouldn't be alone.

“Maybe I’m an idiot for staying as long as I did,” You look up at him and he shakes his head.

“I could say the same about all the relationships I’ve ever been in…” He starts to explain, “I think it’s normal, I think it’s what you’re supposed to do until you eventually find someone that makes you think like that. Someone that consumes your every thought, almost makes you feel like you were missing a part of you until you met them.” His hands are warm when they slide up your forearms, he tugs when he gets to your elbow. You follow his pull so that you’re straddling him.

“As scared as you might be, I promise you I’m feeling the same way,” He takes your face in between his hands letting his thumbs brush the area just below your eyes, “But it would be even scarier to stop whatever this could be.” His finger points from him to you repeatedly.

“Jungkook, we’ve literally only known each other for 3 days,” You close your eyes feeling psycho finally saying it out loud.

“Look, I’m not asking to get married or anything. I just think you should know how incredibly whipped I am for you already,” He chuckles as his lips lightly press onto the tip of your nose.

Your eyes lift to meet his galaxy filled ones, they made you feel so warm. The kind of feeling you get when you finally get to slide into your bed after a long day. They felt like home. Of course, those feelings are always accompanied by some form of fear, but he was right. You would regret it forever if you ignored the way you felt for him.

“Whipped, yeah?” you lean away from him, letting your pointer and middle finger dance along his collarbone,  “Tell me a little more about that,” your eyes widen sarcastically, he instantly scoffs loudly burying his head in your neck. His laughs are muffled, and his voice is soft, “Oh shush.”  

He pulls back his face is serious now, “Are you feeling better?”

You nod in response hoping that he believes you. Your head still hurts and your throat is as dry as the Sahara. He reaches besides you to grab his phone, picking it up and seeing the LED screen lights up with the time, 2:42am. He lays back, keeping you on his chest. His fingers combing through your hair carefully.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” you whisper

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m nervous to get back to reality.”

He sighs, “No I’m ready for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, there’s so much I want to do with you.”

He feels you smile into his chest, butterflies in your stomach start to feel like full blown birds. The fact that his brain instantly started to place you into his life was heartwarming to say the least. Yours was doing the same though. You couldn’t stop thinking about what your friends and family would think of this amazing man. The image of all of the dates you would go on, and all the sex you would have was obviously at the forefront. You instantly feel your core start to heat up at the thought of how he would fuck you. You knew he was the giving type, which could only mean that he was also that way in bed. Picturing the way his body would look above yours, as he fucks you into the mattress. You shake the thoughts, recalling that if you wouldn't have gotten sick you might have seen him naked running into the river.

“Did they all skinny dip tonight?” you tilt your head upward so that you can see his face.

“Mhm.”

“You didn't go?”

His brows scrunch together and he looks at you like a crazy person, “You were literally white in the face, love.” He brings his hand up to your cheek, “besides... the only person I have the desire to skinny dip with is you.”

You look away, with your cheeks burning red, “Well then I’ll have to make it up to you.”

“I’ll never say no to that,” He rasps, while his fingertips dip underneath your shirt. His knuckles brushing back and forth on your hip, the simple touch alone sets your body on fire. Your breathing starts to quicken, and you need to touch him. You turn your head away from his chest to reach his neck. Your lips linger under his ear for a moment, before you drag them down to his collar bone.

His breath hitches, “Mm, your lips feel so good.”

He has no idea how good your lips feel, but you want to show him. You scoot yourself down his body, lifting his shirt so you can pay attention to the abs that he works so hard on. His cock is straining in his boxers and your cheeks redden knowing you did that to him. As your tongue traces the indentations on his stomach, your hand floats down to let him know you’re aware of his situation.

“I feel like you haven’t quite seen their potential,” you look up at him through your lashes, “Can I show you?”

His brows nit together, “Please,” he begs, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

You smile devilishly at him before sliding his boxers down his legs. You reposition yourself to sit in front of him, between his legs. You take him in your hand pumping him slowly, as filthy thoughts flood your mind. How badly you want to sink down onto him and feel him deep inside you. Without thinking you bend forward teasing the head of his cock with your tongue. He hisses at you throwing his head back, apparently you weren’t the only one with dirty thoughts running through your mind. You wet your lips before kitten licking him again, this time his eyes are on you. His tongue jabs against the inside of his cheek. The change in his demeanor makes you feel like you might melt.

You instantly take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around before pulling him out with a popping sound. You kitten lick him one more time before looking up at him again.

“Baby, please stop teasing me.” His voice is weak, you can see how turned on he is.

Without answering you wrap your mouth around his cock. Bobbing up and down, you take his cock deeper each time. Feeling him tap against the back of your throat, you start to moan. The vibrations from your throat earn a guttural moan from him.

You pull yourself off of him, letting your hand mimic what your mouth was doing. Your finger comes up to your lips, with a quiet ‘shh’.

He grins at you before he reaches down, tangling his long fingers in your hair. You take him off guard when you lean up to spit on his cock. His brows raise when your mouth follows the string of spit back, taking him in slowly. You start to bob your head again but slower this time. His fingers tighten at the back of your head, and he starts to push down. Slow at first, making sure it was something you were into. You start to moan, and he takes that as an invitation to keep going. He pushes you down onto his cock, making you gag for seconds before pulling you off of him.

“FUCK, Princess. That feels too good.” He sits up quickly pulling your mouth to his, your tongues dance for dominance. You whine into his mouth, needing more from him.

“Want you to fuck my mouth,“ you beg into his mouth, your hand still working mercilessly. 

He grins as he continues to peck your lips and cheeks, he loves seeing you so fucked out. He instantly starts to think about how sexy you’ll be when you’re begging for his cock inside you.

“Such a good girl, you want me to cum down your throat?” His tone is taunting, you nod your head aggressively, “Please.” You beg, and you know this is unlike you but your body is screaming for you to please him.

You lower your head again, with his head pushing gently. You control yourself at first, until he puts his hands on each side of your face, slowly lifting his hips to meet your mouth. He picks up his speed, and you feel tears start to prick in the corners of your eyes. You wont stop him though, you need to feel him finish in your mouth.

His thumb lifts to wipe your tears away, “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby girl,” You look up at him and he rams his cock into your throat, making the tears fall harder. He keeps fucking your throat and you can tell he’s getting close with how his thrust are staggered.

“G-gonna cum- Fuck!” He grunts before pushing your head down all the way. You nose meeting his pelvis bone, and you feel his warmth coating your throat. He throws his head back, loosening his fingers from your hair. You pull off of him, licking him clean. He shivers at the touch of your tongue on his sensitive cock. You sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hands. You realize he’s watching with squinted eyes. You move to the side letting him put his boxers back on, once he does he pulls you into his arms.

“That was amazing,” His lips press against your temple. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, feeling slightly embarrassed for showing him this side of you so early.

“Are you shy now? Hmm?” He starts to giggle, tickling your side. You laugh hard trying to push him away from you, he stops finally, pulling your breathless figure closer to him. His hands find your face again, “Don’t be embarrassed, you turn me on more than anyone ever has. That was so unbelievably sexy… you are so unbelievably sexy.”

You press your lips into a fine line, is now the time to tell him that he makes you giddy like a teenage school girl? Should he know that even when he isn’t trying, he makes you melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day? Then when he does try your brain basically start to malfunction from lack of oxygen because he literally leaves you breathless.

“I haven’t done anything like that before,” you say quietly, praying that your lack of experience isn’t a turn off, “I’ve done it, just not like that.” You look away, tracing his tattoos with your pointer finger.

“Well, did you like it?” He asked with concern lacing his voice.

Your cheeks heat up and all you can do is nod. He laughs quietly with relief.

“Such a good girl for me,” He rasps while kissing your head again, “Get some sleep, okay?”  

Your lids are heavy and your breathing starts to match up with him. As comfortable as you were with Jungkook, you were still shocked that you allowed yourself to take things to that level so soon. When you started dating Ben you made him wait months, just because you weren’t quite sure of things. You have only known Jungkook for three days technically. You could lie to yourself and say that he was just a rebound. Tell yourself that the way you felt about him was normal. It wasn’t normal and there was no hiding it. It was a terrifying thought, and something that you really didn’t want to process. As much as you loved being wrapped in his arms, and the feeling of comfort that accompanied it; your gut warned you that things might be too good to be true.

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SOMEBODY’S BABY | JJK

part fourteen: can we just talk

featuring: Jeon jungkook x reader

social media au

It’s just sex they say over and over again. He’s terrible at relationships and she doesn’t know what she wants.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: angst, smut, oral (f receiving), over the clothes hand job, a little dirty talk, and fluffy sex.

an: there is only one more chapter of this story and then I’m going to be posting a Jimin social media au that’s also featuring J Hope.

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The nervous feeling in your stomach doesn’t seem to want to leave as you drive over to Tae and Hobi’s for the movie night. Jimin offered to drive and you kindly accepted his offer. As he’s driving you can feel him occasionally glancing over and looking at you. Before leaving he offered to stay with you instead of going to hang out with your friends. You told him you needed to go. In all honesty you had to go because you needed to talk to Jungkook.

Walking into Tae and Hobi’s place you’re greeted by Yoongi first. He gives you a hug and tells you Jungkook is in the kitchen. Yoongi seems to know this whole situation better than any of the boys. You don’t mind that he knows so much, because Yoongi has never been the type of person to judge someone.

You greet the boys as you see them before you find Jungkook in the kitchen grabbing a slice of pizza. The boy seemed to have an insatiable appetite and was always snacking on something.

There is just something about your best friend that makes you want to smile. The moment his bright eyes lock on you they light up. A large smile spreads across his face and he quickly pulls you into a one arm hug while he holds his pizza in the other hand. His eyes travel up and down your body and shakes his head at the sight of you in his hoodie.

“Am I not getting it back?” He asked with a soft laugh.

“You can have it back. I just wore it so I wouldn’t forget it,” you reach for the bottom of the hoodie to pull it off. “Keep wearing it. I don’t need it right now,” he says before you’re able to remove the hoodie.

“Okay.”

“Would you like a slice?” He opens the lid to the box as grinning at you like a fool.

“Sure.”

Standing there sharing a slice of pizza with your best friend you thought back to when things were easier between you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jin didn’t come back around that if you would still be hooking up, or if Jungkook would have still asked to call it quits. Looking back on things with him you knew you had feelings for him from the beginning. Even back when the small inkling of a crush presented itself, you pushed into the back of your mind. Telling yourself over and over that things between the two of you could never work out. That might have to do with the fact that Jin breaking your heart left you scared and you built walls up to protect your heart.

He grabbed another slice and you watched him trying not to giggle as he pulled the cheese off in his first bite. You repeat to yourself over and over “he shouldn’t be this cute”, almost as if it’s your personal mantra. Since you had started hooking up with Jungkook your attraction to your best friend only seemed to grow. Before that first kiss in his car you always thought he was hot, but since then you couldn’t help but be more and more attracted to him. There were little things about that made you smile without even trying.

Soon Jimin comes into the kitchen and tells you both the movie is gonna start. While Jungkook isn’t looking, Jimin glares at you and mouthed, “have a real talk.” Looking over at Jungkook he smiles that adorable bunny smile at you and nods towards the living room. If he asked you to skip watching a movie, and to stay in the kitchen with him you would do it in a heartbeat. You deeply miss these little moments with him.

Walking into the living room you find Yoongi sitting on a chair sitting next to Hobi. Tae is sprawled out on the floor with a blanket intensely scrolling through his phone. Looking over at the couch you find Jimin patting the seat next to him. You’re all too aware that they intentionally left room for you and Jungkook to sit next to each other. At this point you’re convinced they decided to have this movie talk so you and JK are forced to talk.

Sitting down you place a little room between you and Jimin knowing that JK will be still close to you. You don’t know why but you felt like a nervous teenager waiting for the boy you thought was cute to touch you. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you missed his touch, you craved the feeling of his skin against yours. More than anything you just miss your alone time with your best friend.

He plops down on the couch next to you. His body is plastered next to your. He had more room on the couch but he chose to sit right next to you, and you wouldn’t ever complain about that. He’s always lacked personal space when it comes to you, but once you started hooking up he always wanted to touch you.

Hobi is holding the remote in his hand scrolling through Netflix. You’re barely listening to the conversation between Hobi, Yoongi, and Tae about what movie to watch.

Jimin rests his hand on your knee capturing your attention. Looking over at him you smile and curious to see what he wants. He leans over and whispers in your ear, “you two look cozy.”

You take a deep breath and glance over at JK who is watching his friends argue over what to watch.

“Don’t be stupid. Tell him how you feel,” Jimin whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

Nodding you pull away and look over at Jungkook. You want to reach over and hold his hand. Hell you want to lean over and kiss him.

Reaching over you innocently rest your hand on his knee and look over at you with a soft innocent look playing across his face. You smile back at him not sure what you should say. You want to ask him to leave so you can talk but you know you just got here you should wait a little while.

The boys settled on watching Zombieland, and as the movie started to play, your hand remained on Jungkook's knee. It only takes him a few moments before he rests his hand on top of yours. His touch soothes the nervous feeling in your stomach.

The whole movie you stay pressed against him. You’re debating on asking him to leave the whole movie. You have so much you need to say to him.

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The movie comes to an end and Tae stands up stretching in front of the tv.

The feeling of his lips brushing against your ear sends a shiver down your spine. “Can we leave? I would really like to sit down and talk, just the two of us.”

A long beat passes as you stare at him. He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares at you. It’s clear he’s nervous. He’s not the only one who is nervous though. You nod your head quickly. You hope this is your chance to finally let him know that there is something here.

He stands up and you lean over to Jimin who seemed wrapped up in scrolling through his phone. Resting your hand on his thigh you capture his attention.

“I’m going to talk to JK. I’ll get a ride home from him.”

The smile that is plaster across Jimin's face almost makes you want to roll your eyes. You can tell he’s thinking “finally” but he won’t actually say it to you. He just offers a simple, “okay.”

Jungkook informs the boys that you’re heading out and they all wave goodbye.

The walk to his car feels long for some reason. It might be because the whole way there you did nothing but think of a million different ways this was all about to happen. Completely lost in thought you’re snapped out of your haze as he holds the passenger door open for you.

Sliding into the car you buckle your seatbelt and watch as he gets in.

Looking over you he takes a deep breath before starting the car. You want to reach out and take his hand or ask for him to rest his hand on your thigh like he used to do. In the moment you desperately just want to be touched by him.

“Where do you wanna talk?” His voice is soft as it breaks the silences between you.

“Your place.” You know you’ll have privacy there. If you go to your place there is a good chance Luna could be there. “Did Yoongi ride over with you?”

He nods, “yeah, but we talked it over he’s gonna crash at Tae, and Hobi’s.”

Silence filled the car as you drove down the road towards Jungkook’s apartment.

Pulling into the parking lot he parks the car and looks over at you. He seems just as nervous as you. Heading inside you follow him to the elevator. He presses the button and you both wait there silently. Stepping inside you think back to all the heated makeout sessions you had shared in this exact same elevator. You couldn’t count the number of times he pushed you against the cool metal walls. Your skin feels warm thinking about all your heated encounters.

The sound of doors opening capture your attention. Following Jungkook out into the hallway. Walking up to his apartment he unlocked the door holding it open for you.

“Did you want to talk in my room?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

Walking off to his room he pulls up his gaming chair and sits down close to the bed. You sit down on the edge of the bed across from him. There is a long moment where you just stare at each other. Things between you never felt this awkward before. He rubs his hands on his jean covered thighs.

“Jungkook why is this so awkward?” You speak up, finally breaking the silence.

“Because I think we both know things are different now,” he sighs.

“We both have a lot we want to say, huh?”

He nods biting his bottom lip.

“YN, I’ll go first. I need to get some things off my chest,” you can tell by his voice. He sounds nervous, hell you’re nervous so you don’t blame him.

“Okay.”

“I know we agreed that things between us were just purely physical, that we needed to keep our feelings out of it. But I’m an idiot and I couldn’t do that. Before this all started I was a textbook version of a fuck boy. Sex and feeling never were connected before this,” he paused and swallowed his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you. “I actively have to shut off my feelings around you. I care more for you then I have anyone ever. I just don’t see you as a friend. If we were just friends my heart wouldn’t have hurt when just picturing you going out to see Jin,” he groans pushing his fingers through his dark hair. You want to say something but your brain is still attempting to process everything he’s saying. “I know that what I’m going to say is going to change things between us forever and I’m not asking for you to say anything back, but I just need to get this off my chest. YN I’m in love with you, I think I have been for a while. If you return any feelings for me I really want to give us a real shot. Like I want something real between us that isn’t just sex. I want to hold you and kiss, but I also want to be there for you during the rough times. I want to be the person that holds you when you want to cry. I want to be the person that makes you smile. I want to be the person that fully breaks down those walls that you built up to protect yourself after Jin broke your heart. Since I ended things all those weeks ago I have missed you so much. I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone that I could still see. I miss being able to share the intimate moments with you. So here I am pouring my heart out to you. YN I love you.”

There’s a screaming silence in his room as you both just stare at each other. He had just poured his heart out to you, and you would be a complete liar if you said it didn’t terrify you. He looked worried as he gnawed on his bottom lip watching you.

“Please say something,” he pleaded.

“I love you too,” your brain feels like a jumbled mess attempting to get our words quickly.

His eyebrows raised as he stared at you. Swallowing loudingly his Adam’s apple bobs. His pretty eyes staring locked on you.

“I think I have for a really long time. I just told myself nobody was ever going to love me back,” tears started sliding down your cheek as the overwhelming feeling was taking over you. “I also just assumed I’ve never been your type so I didn’t think you would ever return my feelings,” you felt like an utter fool for saying that out loud.

Getting out of his chair he sits on the bed next to you. You move so you’re facing him and you stare at him curious on what he is going to do. Leaning forward he rests his hand on your cheek and brushes away the tears that keep sliding down your cheeks. The corners of his mouth tug into a gentle smile.

“You don’t understand how beautiful I think you are inside and out,” his low voice gave you butterflies.

“So what happens from here?” You need to know what happens after tonight, because you aren’t sure if you can go on living like you were with Jungkook.

“Well I want us to have a real relationship. This can’t be just sex again,” he’s still holding your face and he’s slowly moving closer to you.

“Okay I would like that,” you sigh leaning forward resting your forehead against his. “Can you please kiss me now?”

Pulling away he gives you that adorable bunny smile and you melt instantly. “I’ve been dying to kiss you for weeks.”

His lips crash against yourself like a wave crashing against the shore. He’s never kissed you like this before. His strong hands hold your faces as your lips move together. He’s kissing you as if he needs you to breathe and in the moment you aren’t sure if you can breathe without him. You aren’t sure how you went three weeks without his touch.

“I have missed you so bad,” he murmurs with his lips brushing against yours.

“Show me how much you missed me,” pulling away you watch as he grins at you.

“Can I have my hoodie back?” he hands play with the end of the black hoodie.

“I guess.”

Standing up you pull his hoodie off handing it to him. His eyes travel up and down your body as he holds the hoodie. He stands up and rests his hand on your sides. He licks his lips as he stares at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

“You trust me right?” He asks, dragging his hands down to the edge of your shirt.

“Yeah I do.”

“I want you to know. I plan on never breaking your heart.”

Your heart flutters at his sweet words and you can’t help the goofy grin that is plaster on your face, “I hope you don’t.”

“I won’t,” he leans forward kissing your tear stained cheek.

He works on tugging your shirt off leaving you standing in front of him in your pretty pastel yellow bra.

“I really want you naked,” he says with a soft laugh.

You can’t help laugh at his comment, “that’s good because I want you naked.”

Stepping back from him you take off your shoes and toss them into the corner of the room and work on pulling off your leggings. He took this as his own cue to remove his own clothes. He stood in front of you in just his boxers that were already starting to strain against his excitement.

Stepping forward you connected your lips to his as you palmed him through his boxers. The sweet moans that passed his lips was music to your ears. He hardened even more against your touch. His hand dragged up your neck stopping to tilt your head up towards his. His lust filled eyes were locked on yours as his softly moaned your name.

Reaching down he takes your hand from his boxers. You look at him unsure of what exactly he wants to happen. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he slides your underwear down your thighs. He licks his lips as he stares at you with a hungry look. Leaning forward his licks your slit, earning a moan from you. Slowly he laps at your swollen clit. The coil in your stomach starts to tighten. His fingers toy with your entrance wanting to hear you say what you want.

“Jungkook please- I need you inside me,” you whine.

“You’re already so wet,” he groans as he slides his fingers inside you. He pumps two fingers in and out of you as he continues to lap at your clit. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair holding him close to you.

Nobody knows your body quite like Jungkook and it doesn’t take long before he has you cumming around his fingers. Your toes curl and you throw your head back moaning his name loudly.

Leaning back he looks at you smiling as he licks his lips. He holds eye contact as he brings his fingers to his lips licking them.

“What do you want?” He asks, putting you in full control.

“I want to ride you,” you reach up to take off your bra.

“Okay.”

He pushes off his boxers leaving him naked in front of you. Walking over to his night stand he grabbed a condom and slides the rubber down his painfully hard length.

Laying on his back you hover over him. Places wet kissed from his collarbone down his strong chest. His naked body was something to marvel at. His eyes were lust blown as he watched you. His hands rest on your thigh. His thumbs slowly massaged your skin as he watched you. Raising yourself up slight you line yourself over his hardened length. He holds himself as you slowly sink down on his length. Closing your eyes a gasp passes your lips as he fills you to the hilt. He’s stretching you in the best way possible. You aren’t sure if you’ll ever get over the feeling of him inside you.

His hands grip your hips holding you still flush against him.

“I missed you so much,” he murmurs.

Leaning forward resting your hands on his chest you slowly start to move your body. With each movement you can’t help but moan. The room is filled with sounds of panting and heavy breathing. Strong hands gripped your hips helping you slide up and down his length.

With each low moan that passes his lips you can’t help but whimper.

“I need you close,” you whine.

Sitting up he rests his hand on the side of your neck while the other grips your hips. Leaning forward your nose is pressed against his as soundless moans pass your lips.

Reaching forward you hold his face in your hands. You stare into his dark eyes for a moment before leaning forward pressing your lips to his for a sloppy kiss.

“You feel so good,” your lips are brushing against his.

“Can I flip you on to your back?” He asks, sounding completely on edge.

“Yes.”

He flips you both over as if you weigh nothing. He stills inside you hovering over you. His face a few inches from yours. He reaches out pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. It was such a simple but sweet gesture. This whole experience was completely different then any other time you’ve had sex together. This wasn’t completely lust filled. This had meaning behind it because you both finally admitted that you loved each other.

His hips slowly rolled into yours and you reached forward taloning your hand into his strong shoulder grasping onto him. His pace is excruciatingly slow. With each thrust he seems to be hitting just the right spot.

“Jungkook,” you moan his name unsure if you know how to say anything else.

“Baby,” he lips are pressed to the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. Teeth graze across your skin before sucking on your sensitive skin.

Lifting your leg you hook it over his back resting right above his butt. You attempt to pull his body closer to yours. You want him as close as physically possible.

“I’m close,” you whimper.

“Cum for me baby. I want to feel you cum around me,” he groans with his lips on your skin.

His sinful words are all it takes to push you over the edge. A warm wave washes over you as your walls tug on his length as he thrust in and out of you. Your hand releases its grip on his shoulder and you throw your head back moaning his name loudly.

He must be close because he’s no longer thrusting into you slowly. He moves at a quick pace as he chases his own release. He cums groaning your name before crashing his lips into yours. He stays hovering over you still riding out his high for a long moment before he removes himself from you and rolls into the bed next to you.

You’re still trying to catch your breath as you look over at Jungkook who is staring at you with a goofy grin on his face. He quickly removes his condom tying it off and tossing it into the bin by his bed.

“That was different,” you whisper, closing your eyes.

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all,” you smile.

“Can you please stay with me tonight?” He reaches down lacing his fingers with yours.

“Yeah.”

He pulls you close to his strong body. Your head rests on his chest as his hand gently rubs your side. For the first time in a long time you felt like this was how things were supposed to be.

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Day 12

Love and Lies, Soekjin x Reader, 3/? Chapters, 8 k so far…

First of all, HELL FUCKING YES TO JIN AS A KING AND JAAYKAHAAAY AS A KNIGHT!!!!

I just love the premise. It’s so fitting to both of them. (As an aside, please go check out @stephanie-artdesign and look at her latest Jin art. It’s him with a crown, dripping in jewels. It’s so perfect for this fic!) Anywho….

“Lady Eleanor Rose D’Aily flounced back into her bed chambers, her rosy lips turned down in a petulant pout and her wilting golden curls bouncing around as she flung herself across her bed.”

Ok, but why does she remind me of Lotte from the Princess and the Frog?? 😂😂😂

“I heard him say it was about time Sir Jungkook started a family of his own.”

“And that’s not going to happen with anyone but my Ellie.”

AAAHH KOOOOKIE!!! He’s so damn knightly, isn’t he?! HIS Ellie?!?!? UUGHHH. I wanna be his! (Just don’t tell Jimin or Yoongi please!)

“...Jungkook’s long ebony hair which had long been released from it’s usual leather tie.”

NOPE. Don’t put that image in my mind!! Don’t do it. Ok, depending on the day, the cycle of the moon, the barometric pressure, and whether or not Mercury is in Gatorade, my mood shifts between wanting to pull Kookies hair while he’s between my thighs OR braiding his hair and giving him forehead kisses. There’s literally no inbetween and THAT line right there is pulling me towards my first mood. I cannot!

“I had an idea!”

“Ooh, yes. That is news,” you nod, letting humor color your tone in the privacy of this room.”

Hehehe, I love that your MCs are never boring. Your girls always have a bit of bite to them. Is it cuz all of your biases are ruthless?? I sense a pattern!

“The Knight falls to one knee before you and grasps both of your hands into his, looking up at you with warm brown eyes.”

Ok, yeah. I don’t care how crazy Kookie’s plan is, I’m agreeing right then and there. Can anyone realistically say no to him?? Looking like that??? Doubtful! I also absolutely love that he calls our MC sis. He is the annoying, yet loving little brother in this fic!

“You certainly had doubts about the two of them as parents without you around anyway. Jungkook would give their child a real sword at two years and wonder why people were missing ears. Eleanor would cry when it came time to change a nappie.”

These two are hopeless and they deserve to be together, damn it!! Ok, you’ve got us rooting for them already. I’m in, let’s get these two crazy kids their happily ever after, I don’t care what we have to do!

“In another direction was a large forest, one that according to Jungkook was teeming with wildlife and supposedly an evil witch.”

OOOOOMG I’m in your fic!!!

“It’s a serious concern, sis! Say you just ate some pickled eel that doesn’t agree with your stomach. And the only room they have for such things is in the tallest tower on the other side of the palace…”

You are so incredibly funny, ofc JK would say something like this! I really appreciate these moments!

And the description of the gold and crimson gown our MC wears! I can only imagine how gorgeous this would be in real life! And how uncomfortable would she be?!? You can tell she cares deeply about Ellie and JK for her to go through all of this.

“His hair was a dark ebony, although the sun shining on him seemed to bring out flecks of brown. It was surprisingly shorn short, but it seemed to flatter him. And his face...you weren’t the poetic sort, but he seemed to have a face that would belong to an angel. Thick lips and big soulful brown eyes all set in a face of flawless skin. He looked to be nearly as tall as Jungkook, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist atop incredibly long legs.”

Excuse me while I go cry in the corner, thanks!

“You’re surprised to notice the little lines outside his lips and eyes, like he smiles quite often.”

YES! Our Seokjinnie does laugh and smile often!!

“Behind you Jungkook and Eleanor share a look, nervously observing as you follow the King’s retreat with your eyes and release a heartfelt sigh that both of them were intimately familiar with.

“Oh dear,” Eleanor gasps quietly.”

Jinnie is so damn gorgeous, or course our MC would be sighing already. I loved the way you ended that chapter!

“you’re welcome to it. Or anything else here, during your stay.”

I’ll take you, your Majesty. Wrapped up in a red, silk bow. Thanks *finger guns*

HOLD UP, I completely forgot about that boy she met at the village!!! Foreshadowing maybe?!?!?!

“Well done, lambkin. Be sure to try the custard tarts, they are the best!”

He’s so freaking cheesy and endearing, I CANNOT!!!!

“Suddenly, he winks at you and you look away quickly as your laughter dies down into a shy smile.”

Can you see it in your mind?!?! He’s such a good winker, the cheeky bastard!

AND I CANNOT GET OVER PRINCESS HOSOOK!! YESSS!! Y'all remember House of Army, right? Calm down, my daughter!!! He’s so freaking pretty, I can’t wait to see how this relationship with our MC blossoms, I betchu that Princess won’t hold her tongue about anyone or anything.

AHHHH! This fic was so much fun to read, I didn’t think I could love Jinnie anymore and here we are!

Until the sweet ‘morrow my fairest of authors,

Puppeee

Ok, but why does she remind me of Lotte from the Princess and the Frog??

- Holy shit, I hadn’t even realized and now I can’t unrealize. Okay, Ellie has a face claim now! lmao

Is it cuz all of your biases are ruthless?? I sense a pattern!

- I like em feisty ;) 

Also, adding Hosook is completely self-indulgent. I just wanted him to be a feisty princess and eventually be swept away by a whipped prince. Oh...I haven’t mentioned a prince yet? Hmmm....

[thecozywhaleshark]

Mine

A/n: This was a ‘rough Jimin smut’ request from @chloefran because she hates me and wants to put me in my feelings.My rough Jimin is basically just a jealous Jimin. I am very warm and feeling all kinds of things towards Park Jimin. Thanks a lot. But really ily so i forgive you for putting me through this. I tried my best.

Warnings: SMUT. Swearing. Unprotected Sex (condoms are boring in smut but please be safe).

Word Count: 2,073

Summary: Jimin can’t stop what he feels when he sees you talking to another man at a bar... Things heat up.

Jimin knew that you probably weren’t flirting with the guy on the barstool next to you. You were just a very friendly person. You had lots of friends. He was overreacting, he had had one too many to drink. But he couldn’t help the way his blood boiled when you smiled and laughed at something this unknown guy said. The guy was, he begrudgingly admitted, attractive. You both had come out for drinks with the rest of the boys, but one by one they had trickled out to go back to the hotel, and Jimin had left you to go talk to the DJ, thinking you were with Jungkook, not realizing Jk had also eventually decided to go home.

Now he watched, his conversation with the DJ over, as you flirted with the guy next to you. He wanted to convince himself you were just talking, but he found he couldn’t, and when you reached out to lightly touch his sleeve he found himself pushing his way through the crowd over to you and swinging an arm around your shoulders.

Your eyes lit up when Jimin found you, but he didn’t notice, as he was too busy glaring at the guy sitting next to you, trying to intimidate him to let him know he was flirting with the wrong girl.

“Ready to go, babe?” He asks, still focused on glaring at the guy.

“Sure thing.” You’re curious as to why Jimin is giving your new friend the death glare, but you stand up anyways to go. Jimin immediately wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You smile and barely have time to tell your new friend goodbye before Jimin briskly whisks you away.

“Park Jimin, what was that? Why were you so cold just now?” You ask him as you walk out.

He clenches his jaw, tightening his grip on your waist as he hails a taxi. “He was flirting with you.”

You laugh. “No he wasn’t; we were just talking. He’s very nice.”

His eyes flash dangerously as he feels his jealousy rise in him. He tells himself he is better than this, but he can’t help it.

When you get in the car he sits right next to you and places his hand on your thigh as he gives the driver instructions to the hotel. When the cab starts moving, you feel Jimin’s hand begin to skate up your thigh, sliding under your dress and press against your heat.

“Not a word.” He hisses in your ear as he starts to rub, sucking harshly on your neck. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, as he works you closer to the edge.

The cab pulls over too soon for you to climax, leaving you squirming and uncomfortable as Jimin removes his hand and pulls away from your neck with a slight pop.

He pays and gives the driver a friendly wave as you crawl out of the car on shaky legs, his hand going to your lower back to guide you into the hotel.

You think he’s going to relieve you once you get into the elevator but you are wrong. He shoves his hands in his pockets and grins at you wickedly, looking pointedly at your neck. You whip your head to look in the reflective sides of the elevator and gasp at the purple bruise sucked in deep.

“Park Jimin!” you whisper-yell, slapping a hand on your neck and he laughs darkly, pulling your hand off and yanking you towards him.

“Oh no baby girl,” he says against your ear, “I want everyone to see my little gift to you.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and walks you out of the elevator and into your room and as soon as you’re there he spins you against the door and places his mouth back on your neck, sucking harder as his hands begin to move all over you, reaching for the back zip of your dress.

“You thought you could go flirt with other men and think I wouldn’t notice? Thought I’d let other men flirt with you?” He murmurs angrily, tearing at the fabric. “Well, you thought wrong.”

As soon as your dress pools to the floor he is pushing you onto the bed and yanking off your panties.

“I’ll show you. I’ll show him and you that you are mine.” He laughs bitterly and bites down hard on your shoulder, making you cry out. “Gonna mark you all up baby, show you who you belong to.”

He begins to bite and suck his way down your body, leaving a trail of freshly bitten pink skin in his wake and you don’t even have time to process everything that’s happening before his mouth is at your heat and two fingers are inside you and you’re crying out at the feel of him.

“You like that jagi? You like my mouth on you?” he hums against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. He inches you closer to your release but doesn’t escalate it – keeping a pace that has you reeling in pleasure but not enough to send you over the edge. It’s driving you crazy.

“Jimin…” you tug at his hair. “More.”

He chuckles darkly against you. “As you wish baby.”

You meant more in the way that you wanted an orgasm, but he denied you that pleasure, choosing to play you more.

When you whine, he’s pulling away, looking at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to come tonight jagi… You. Will. Wait.”

He’s playing you expertly, getting you right the brink then pulling away to bite at your thighs, denying your orgasm. You almost scream in frustration.

“Jimin!” you yell, reaching for his hair and tugging to bring him back to your heat, but he stays put.

“What is it jagi? What do you want?” he purrs, flicking his tongue out against your freshly bitten skin.

“I want… I want…” you gasp and he’s back on your clit, sucking harshly. Your back arches up against the bed and you’re pleading, so close you can almost taste your release, when he’s gone. You want to cry.

“Jimin, Jiminie, Jimin, baby please…” you’re begging but you don’t care, you just need release so bad.

He brings the pad of his thumb to your clit and begins to lightly press against it and you whimper at the contact.

“Hmm… I’m not sure you want it, jagi. I don’t think you really want it.” He pulls his thumb away and sits back on his heels, watching you squirm from the lack of pressure.

“I want it baby believe me I want it, Jimin please, please baby, I love you, I love you so much, I wasn’t flirting, I promise I wasn’t, I only have eyes for you baby, I love you, please make me come baby please I want you and only you, please…” you’re rambling, almost delirious with want and you don’t see him smile as he leans back over your heat and slides two fingers into you.

You cry out at the sudden intrusion, but then his mouth is back on you and when you reach your peak he doesn’t stop, letting you come until your legs are shaking and you see spots dancing beneath your eyelids.

You’re breathing your thanks when your breath hitches, as the gentleness of him helping you through your orgasm becomes rougher, and then he’s swirling his tongue and pumping faster, curling his fingers deeper inside of you, relentless in his motions. You cry out and reach for him, you’re building too fast, going to come again, too fast, too soon –

“Jimin, Jimin baby I can’t -- ” you pant but he just ignores you and flicks his tongue over your clit and you are coming again and again. He keeps up his pace, and every time you whimper that you can’t do it, he just growls against your heat,

“Yes you can baby. You can, and you will.”

And then you’re coming, so turned on by what he never usually does that you can’t help but give him what he wants.

“Isn’t this what you wanted baby?” he murmurs, giving you a breather for a minute as he bites his way up your stomach, leaving a fresh trail of marks over your fucked out state.

He pulls himself over your trembling body and kisses you deeply.

“You begged for it baby, I’m only giving you what you wanted.”

He pulls away from your mouth all too soon, and he’s marking his way back down your body, paying extra special attention to your thighs, biting his way in, back to the warmth and wetness of your core.

“Oh baby, you’re so pretty,” he breathes, pushing your legs open wider. “So pretty and pink just for me. But I don’t think you want my mouth anymore.” He tsks and presses one last open mouth kiss to your heat, tongue fucking your cunt just for the reaction he knew it would get from you, leaving you clenching around nothing.

Without a word he pulls away and crawls over your body, sliding himself into you. You moan, wrapping your legs around him as he begins to move, pounding into you fast and relentlessly.

“Do you like that jagi?” he pants in your ear as he picks up his pace. “I fuck you so good don’t I?  Better than anyone ever could, right?”

You cry out and bring his mouth down to yours, craving the way his lips feel on yours.

“So good baby. The best I’ve ever had, I swear to god,” you moan into his mouth, trying to tug him impossibly closer.

He bites your bottom lip, lowering himself to his forearms so he can pound deeper into you. You can feel yourself building once more, and you’re digging into his back, scratching hard as he fucks you until you’re tumbling over the edge. You cry out in oversensitivity as he continues to fuck into you, pushing your leg over his shoulder to gain better leverage while he chases his release. When he comes, he pulls out to paint your pussy with his cum, crying out your name.

He collapses next to you, completely spent.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, he rolls over and pulls you tight against him, pressing his face into your hair, softly caressing the hollow at the base of your neck with his thumb.

“Jagi? I need to know. What the fuck were you doing at the bar?” He pulls you closer to him, holding tight, as if scared of your response.

“The bar?”

“Yeah, with the guy. Were you flirting with him? Because if you were I-” he swallows thickly, and you see tears welling up in his eyes as he tries to be strong.

“No, Jimin.”

He looks at you and it hurts your heart to see him looking so troubled.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly. We were honestly just talking, he was waiting for his girlfriend to come pick him up and I thought you were still hanging out with the boys…”

He throws an arm over his eyes and groans in both relief and frustration at himself. “I am a jealous idiot. A stupid jealous dick of a boyfriend. I got scared so bad baby. Thought you were going to leave me for him.” He makes a face.

You laugh and tug his arm away. “I’d never leave you baby, but I mean… after that reaction, maybe I should go talk to more people at bars more often…” you smirk and he pouts, climbing over your body to start kissing you all over your face.

“No no no no no. You’re gonna kill me. You are mine.”

You laugh and cuddle into to him. “Always, baby.”

“I’m sorry I got jealous.” He whispers, laying his head on your chest.

“There’s no need to be Jimin. I love you and only you okay? I would never cheat on you and hurt you like that.”

“You’re mine okay? Nobody is allowed to take you from me.” He grumbles and you laugh softly, stroking your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t worry baby, I won’t allow them to. You’re stuck with me.”  

“I love you so much, jagi.” He says sincerely, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

You yawn sleepily and push your nose against his. “I love you too,” you whisper.

[hoseoksactualass]

[1:24 a.m.] I’m not gonna touch her 😡

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut // fluff 

word count: almost 2k

warning/s: oral (male receiving)

a/n: pls imagine this w cherry kook i miss cherry kook, also,, i changed my writing style...a bit? if you’ll notice? and this is gonna be long

Jungkook knew what he was signing up for. It’s the way your lips wrapped around the rim of your fourth beer bottle and how Jimin’s hand gradually went higher up your thigh like you feel it through insobriety and loud laughing. He still likes you, though, wants to protect you, everything in the How To Confess scripture and all that yada, but he’s a man of his word, so he’ll house you for a night. Admittedly more so because Jimin’s hand started to look sickening. And he did so with Jimin sending him a proud sneer and Jungkook biting back with a rather defensive “I’m not gonna touch her.” 

It’s been a considerable amount of years since you’ve visited them in Seoul, and to your avail, Jungkook found it perfect to invite your trusty circle of friends to where he’s bought a new apartment with his fat wallet. After confessing his feelings, because he’s not a Big Bitch. And with knowing Jimin gets touchy when tipsy, and even more so when he knows he’s making the younger boy jealous; that was uncalled for. What was also uncalled for was how uncomfortable you were making his pants. The way you pumped your fists into the air to signify party, and the hem of your shirt loosely brushed over the skin of your stomach. The way, with intoxication in your tongue, you told him you missed him after every swig. 

Of course he has a guest room; he’s not cheap, and definitely not a pervert. You were the first to grace its untouched sheets, in the silence of a post-party air, eyes reeling under your closed eyelids, and a part of Jungkook hoped you were dreaming of him. Not a part of him, all of him. 

It’s still stuck in his mind anyway. The way, before you fell asleep, you mumbled “Thanks for making me stay, Jay-Kaaaaay, love ya.” 

You look like you’re about to wake up, so Jungkook is thrown back from his trance in a hurry to grab you a glass of water. When he comes back, he makes it look like he hadn’t been gawking at you all the while. He’s brought a whole pitcher, too. 

“Hi,” you yawn, rubbing at your eyes. “I think I’m sober now.”

“Why aren’t you hungover?,” is what Jungkook settles with. He pours you a glass and lends it to you. 

“I didn’t fuck myself up, don’t worry,” you drink. Slowly like you’re taught, or you’ll end up bent over the toilet or pissing Jungkook’s guest room sheets. “You?”

“I had, like, one bottle,” he leaves out the part where he got tense peering at you, more particularly at Jimin’s hand while you lit up the party’s conversation like a natural. “Not drunk at all.”

“Mm. You’re gonna have to clean up the place, anyway,” you cup your glass in both hands, looking up at Jungkook. “Can’t do that with a hangover,” the way you clink your nails against the glass makes the air more awkward. A pretentious act for the silence of his apartment. Pretending he didn’t confess how intense his feelings were a mere night ago in a warm, warm welcome of your comeback to Seoul. Delightful. More so because thinking about it made your face hot, and for what, you have no idea. 

Jungkook pulls down his hoodie, fingering through the cherry red of his hair. Slowly fading into the pale bleach that it was. “Yeah, there’s quite a—a mess.”

“Let me guess, did Ji-hee vomit?”

He huffs out a shy laugh, apples of his cheek prominent. “S-Surpisingly not.”

“Oh, she didn’t. That’s a first.”

“Yeah, she didn’t.”

You bite at your lip, veering your stare from him. “...Yeah.” 

He backpedals a step he was supposed to make, body stirring whether he should go closer or out of the room, smacking his lips together, dicey in the way he’s so puzzled. “Do you— Should I— Will you sleep, or—” 

“No, JK, wait—,” then it’s you who smacks your lips together like punishment for even calling him by the name only his closest friends call him. But you see it makes his cheeks turn rosy. “I— Can I borrow a pair of shorts? O-Or pyjamas?” 

He tries to ask why. Tries, but he’s already shuffling out of the room per your request, and your nails dig into the clench of your fists, because it’s so fucking tense. He comes back with basketball shorts. Lame and old, worn out neon green striped on the sides of the black polyester. Still shy in the way he hands it over, but he doesn’t miss the way your hands brush when you receive it. You intended that. 

“I—I kind of—My shorts reek of beer, so, I’m gonna...”

“D-Do you wanna go to the bathroom, or should I—should I just leave?”

“You can just turn around,” you say it out of impulse, kindness, panic, and it’ll be too feeble to take back. So you smile at him, at the way his eyes widen and he looks like he’s about to say something. You catch the way his eyes flick at your legs when you’ve kicked them off the bed, and then he turns around like you asked. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to obsess over it—the sounds of your shorts slipping off your limbs, your skin, wearing his basketball shorts. He tries to block it out, but it’s the only thing he hears. The only thing he imagines until Jimin’s hand snakes its way back up into his imagination, and his nose flares. 

You, on the other hand, don’t want to obsess about how close he was. How you were basically stripping behind him, how you know he was thinking about how you look. Your heart softens for it, and the inevitable pulse in your body everyone feels over someone like Jeon Jungkook. You can see the bones of his shoulder even from under his hoodie. You walk to him, don’t particularly know why, and he hears it, but he still waits for your word to turn back around. You want to touch his back. “Hey, Jungkook?”

He jumps at the proximity of your voice. Directly behind him. “Yeah?”

“You can turn around.”

He does, meets eyes, too. Searches yours for something. “...Hi.”

“I’ll be straightforward. I don’t want you to—,” you say, and he instantly breaks eye contact, downcast. “I don’t want you to be all—all awkward around me, because you—because you confessed so... yeah.”

He holds back a smile. “It’s just that you haven’t answered is all.”

“I’ll answer.” His eyes light up. It’s glazed with hope, and it squeezes sweet at your heart. His eyes flutter, and he purses his lips into a gulp. You like him. In fact, you curl your arms around his neck and pull him to your lips. Make him stumble to you, eyes wide, but he instantly shuts it tight when your lips clash, his hands in fists, because he can’t bring himself to touch your hips. Up your shirt like he’s imagined so many times. Maybe he whimpers lowly against your lips, taken aback and smitten all at once. He takes a mental note of how good you kiss, how fluid you are when you tease a nibble on his lower lip. You feel how he lets you suck him into it, until you feel your hands playing with his waistband, and you feel his tightly hold yours. 

“_____, what are you doing?” 

“That’s my answer. I like you. I—,” you tug at his sweatpants. “—want you.”

“B-But I—,” he tries to take a step back, breaths already shallow. “But I told Jimin I wasn’t gonna—gonna touch you.” 

You loosen your grip, staring at him straight in the eye where he craves for you. “But do you want to?,” your voice is soft. 

“I—I do want—to touch you; it’s just that Jimin is an asshole when he—”

“Then try not to touch me, or try to make sure Jimin doesn’t find out,” you kiss him again. This time, he receives it better, grabbing leverage on the desk behind him, tilting his head so his lips fit with yours, and he does it so beautifully; you catch the way his red hair falls over his eyes. You kiss to his dimples, feel the seething of his cheeks on your mouth. You see he closes his eyes when you kiss down from his jaw, brows slightly furrowed; he’s buried in the feeling, ruined by it. “Tell me what you like.”

You’re careful when you peck his neck. You make sure you see it when he wants to moan for it, for how feathery and soft you kiss him. “I—Anything.”

“There must be something I can give you.”

“Anything you’ll give me,” he wants to sound innocent, so he can pin whatever filthy thing you were planning on you like he isn’t hard for it. “I—I want it.”

You suck at his pulse at that, nipping so it leaves a light mark. “Do you?,” you look up, fishing for his response when you palm his crotch. 

The way his eyes are shut tightens. You palm at the creases of his clothes until all you feel is the outline of his arousal. “Y-Yeah.”

“You like this?,” you grope harder. He purses his lips like he’s about to cry. 

“Yeah,” his voice is tight, gripping hard at the edge of the desk. You make sure your eyes solidly meet when you get on your knees, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down with you; he almost jumps. Flinches violently at the sudden gesture and the will to cover how embarrassingly hard he was, but it’s too late, because you have a tight fist around the base of his dick. His breath hitches. “A-Are you gonna—never mind.”

“Am I gonna what?,” you bite your lip, sending a slow, tight stroke to his dick. His knuckles go white. 

“I mean—’cause you’re on your knees—I think that maybe you would... suckmydick,” the last words go out in a whisper, but you didn’t have to hear it. He blushes harder at the way you giggle. It doesn’t take long before you close your lips around the tip, wetting the trace with your tongue. “E-Exactly—like that.”

You gape up at him. His eyebrows are knit, eyes dark with lust, lips wet from kissing; it’s godly. His chest heaves—up, down in suspense. You take him in your mouth as far as you can go, letting up just to go down again. He could break his desk with how hard he was grasping it just to keep himself up. 

“O-Oh, fuck,” he curses through the clench in his jaw. You could stare at him and do nothing, and he’ll declare it pleasure. “Fuck, shit, fuck.”

You match the way you stroke him with how you suck, holding him; you can feel his veins protrude and pulse, hot and damp against your mouth. He brings one hand to your hair, tucking strands behind your ear for the feel of it, mouth half open. 

It’s absolute Music To Your Ears. His loose breaths that bring a nasal whimper with it, the downturn on his brows like he’s begging. He’s still too diffident to express what was reeling inside his head—recurrent thoughts of tasting how wet you are or having you coiling under him. His hips almost kick. You’re tearing up, and all he can do is stroke your hair. His fingertips light you up until the ground under you feels moot. He touches you like he’s head over heels in love, petting you as if praising you, and you perceive it in the blush on his cheeks, crossing all the way across his nose. You suck faster, and it takes expected effect. He wants to say something about how he wants your pussy, but he settles with “Y-Your—mouth feels so good.”

The praise ignites you even more; you moan in approval of it. Jungkook happens to like that. A Lot, it makes his dick twitch. He’s submerged in the feeling, completely ignoring how he got here and where he’ll end up, wrapped around the thought that you willingly got on your knees for him. He doesn’t know how to express how grateful he is, but the sound of your name makes much more sense. He says it, fucking moans your name like it’s the only thing he knows. Like he hadn’t done exactly that in his lonely, wee hours of the night once or twice, feeling careless or intoxicated. 

You’re a mess, nearly keening at the soft caresses of his hand on your hair, palming it against your head like he’s cradling you to sleep. You watch him ogle at the way you make certain most of his cock slips easy in your mouth. He’s increasingly timid the closer he gets, confused even if he knows you’ll let him cum down your throat. He lets his other hand free, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and bringing it to his face, turning his head to the side. You don’t miss the way his ears flush crimson as if to match his hair, or how he moans louder against the fabric to muffle himself. In fact, how flustered he was was incredibly hot, the way he returned his other hand to the edge of the desk lest he might pull your hair out. 

When he cums, you hear a string of choked glory, held together by a slowing mantra of your name until he drops his cover. He keeps his head to the side, eyes still closed, face still red, breath still heavy. You swallow, but you’d need a glass of water for your throat to clear. When you stand up, you pull his clothes up with you. “I figured you wouldn’t kiss me now that I’ve swallowed your cum.”

His eyes flutter at that, reddening quickly at the face again before he presses his lips on yours, and it’s a soft, light kiss that lasts seconds. You smile. 

“You can tell Jimin it was just my hair.”

“W-What?”

“My hair. You touched just my hair.”

“He’ll think I’m weird.”

“It’s not false, I mean, you kissed my cum-stuffed mouth, so—”

He laughs at that but doesn’t stop blushing for three days.