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[taegris]

Prompt: “When you offered me apple cider I assumed it wasn’t going to be spiked. Now I’m trashed at our local fall festival and you have to take care of me, which I’m not necessarily mad about since you’re gorgeous and all of that.”

A part of the Falling in Love project by @btswriterscollective​

in collaboration with @jkeuphoriadreamland​ and @ddaengyoonmin​. Please go check out their works, I will have them linked below!

original introduction by @jkeuphoriadreamland​

tags: smut, fluff, awkward Jungkook, dom!Jungkook, oral (fem receiving), accidental consumption of alcohol, praise kink, choking. oneshot.

word count: 5.9k

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“I just don’t get why we have to be in charge of the booth! I mean, who even stops to get cider when there’s all kinds of rides and games and shit to choose from.” Jungkook grumbles, mostly to himself as he turns to sit on a patch of grass by Yoongi’s feet.

“Come on, Jungkook. We only have to do it a couple of hours and then we’re free to go. You can still do all of that later, alright?” Jin says, pleading for Jungkook to stop whining about the damn booth already, setting up the cider in a row on the table in front of their humble stand.

 Somehow Jin had signed himself and the rest of his frat buddies up to be in charge of a booth for the University’s Annual Fall Festival. Each fraternity was in charge of deciding what to sell at their own booth, but since Jin was the only one that showed up at the meeting, he alone chose their fate.

“I just don’t understand what was going through your mind, Jin. Why Cider?” Jimin laughs. 

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“I don’t know, why was I the only one at the meeting? Huh??” Jin questions, defensive. They all fall silent, staring at the ground. “Listen, whatever we sell, we get a percentage of the profit for our frat. Imagine all the soju we can buy! Yeah? Now quit complaining and start selling some cider before I kick your collective asses.” He shoots a pointed look at Jungkook, who sulks further on the ground. 

“Yah! Where are you going?” Jin shouts to Namjoon, who’s walking away from the stand.

“Publicity!” Namjoon yells behind his shoulder, not bothering to turn around.

“Yeah, THAT’S the spirit!” Jin grins. Namjoon offers a lazy thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd. Jin claps his hands together before collecting the paper straws and throwing them into a mason jar on the counter. “Everybody else, let’s get to work!”

Yoongi and Jungkook don’t move a muscle from their spot by the lawn chairs, the rest of the boys moving around them and setting up. Jungkook can already feel the long evening before him. He groans, and Yoongi nods in agreement.

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Jungkook doesn’t know how long he spaced for, but the next thing he knows, the sky has darkened, the boys are playing beerless beer pong, and Yoongi is wheezing, tears streaming out of his face, at something Jin did.

“Hyung, I’m going out to see if I can find any customers. Have fun.” Taehyung says, walking into the crowd. 

Jungkook can’t help but be jealous of the man. He escaped. Jungkook sulks again, feeling the pull of the outside world. He knows he’d rather be doing ANYTHING else, like eating funnel cake, or playing the new mobile VR setup at the other end. Ah, the VR system… Jungkook decides he can’t take it anymore. He’s got to get away. He looks around and sees everyone distracted, Jin attempting to dance to the university’s fight song and the rest singing and laughing around him. Jungkook starts backing up, still crouched on the ground, inching his way out of the booth, before his back hits something. He freezes, dread filling him, and turns to catch eye contact with Yoongi. There’s a moment before either do anything, where Jungkook just stares sheepishly at his hyung, praying for the best, but the moment is broken with a motion from Yoongi to leave, a small smile on his face. Jungkook’s face brightens and he sneaks out before the last verse of the fight song is finished, flashing Yoongi a grateful look and fleeing the booth at last.

Jungkook ventures past the concession area into the games, marveling at the booths. Ring Toss, apple bobbing, henna tattooing, various vendors, and lots of shouting. He grins, the rumble of a crowd turning into white noise. He’s always enjoyed carnivals and festivals and the like; there’s something about the mass amount of people that feels like comfort. Everyone’s doing their own thing, talking amongst themselves, too focused on their caramel apples and Ferris wheels to worry about what others are doing. It’s a special kind of solitude that Jungkook has always been drawn to.  

Jungkook spots a far too familiar silhouette in the distance by a game of Darts, and he tenses. Taehyung’s talking to a potential customer, his hand on his neck, obviously using his charms to sell faster. Jungkook had to admit that Taehyung has always been good at this, reeling people into all of the games and activities the frat hosts. His charisma is not something to be ignored. Luckily for Jungkook though, that means that Taehyung’s focus is entirely on the girl before him now, which means an escape route for Jungkook. Hope is not lost! He sends a quick thank you to the skies before quickly slipping past the two of them, integrating into the crowd of people moving on to the carnival rides. He can’t help but grin at his success. 

Jungkook only walks a moment before the festival grounds widen, and the crowd of people disperses, leaving Jungkook standing alone in the middle of the carnival rides. He scans the area, looking for the VR setup. He looks past the Ferris wheel, carousel, Zipper, and bumper cars, before he spots it between two photo booths, but something else catches his eye before he can walk in that direction. 

A funhouse sits in the center of everything, illustrations of bananas and monkeys and tropical trees scattered across the surface. The sign above says “Monkey Maze” in reflective mirrored lettering, shining with the lights of the carousel across from it. It plays its own music, almost seeming like its own world in the middle of all of this. College kids can be heard from inside, rambunctious laughter and shouts echoing off of the mirrored walls. Jungkook takes a step toward it, intrigued. That is, until he spots Namjoon.

Namjoon is stood in the center of it all, talking to every person that gives him a second of their day, trying his damndest to get customers to come to their booth across the festival. A shot of fear along with a small pang of guilt shoots through Jungkook, and he darts behind the closest object. It’s a trash can, surprisingly well kept. Jungkook’s breathing is rapid, but starts to slow as soon as there’s no way his hyung can spot him, and he starts to think of an escape plan. He just has to wait until someone talks to Namjoon a bit longer, possibly having some interest in the booth, so Namjoon is too focused to spot Jungkook dart across to the VR set directly across. If he can get there, he’s safe. Right? Jungkook decides he might need a better plan. He slowly looks back towards Namjoon, peeking out from the side of the trash can, trying his best to stay hidden. However, when he spots Namjoon, he notices he’s occupied. Someone’s already talking to him, and seems to have captured his full attention. His smile is brighter than normal, his eyes lighting up with interest. Jungkook can’t help but smile as he wonders if Namjoon is interested in more than selling cider to this girl. He’ll have to ask about it later. For now though, he’s found his opening. Namjoon and the girl walk back in the direction of the cider booth, which will give Jungkook enough time to-

“What are you doing?”

Jungkook snaps his head up and whips around, coming face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and a shot of electricity courses through him. It’s literally like the movies, he can’t help but think. He can’t feel his face. Like, he knows that doesn’t make sense, but it’s like everything in his body froze, and he can’t move. His eyes are wide as he stares at you, trying desperately to come up with what to say. Namjoon would know what to say. WWND; what would Namjoon do? Probably say hi, for starters. Maybe smoothly talk about his rapping skills and invite her to karaoke, or-

“Hello?” You say, cocking your head to the side. “You alive?”

“Yeah!” Jungkook croaks out, the words sounding like they were squeezed from an empty ketchup bottle.

“You know you look like a fucking creep, right?” 

“Wha-“

“You’re huddled by a trash can. Watching kids play games.”

Jungkook is fucking horrified.

“NO-I just- I was hiding!!!!”

“...from?”

Jungkook whips around to point at Namjoon, but he’s long disappeared, leaving Jungkook without an excuse.

“Uh-“

“Let me guess; they’re gone?”

Jungkook nods, looking at the ground. Then, he hears the prettiest sound; you’re laughing, loudly, and like you don’t care if anyone hears. It does something to him he can’t describe. The best he can come up with is that he feels warm; cider filling his veins. When he glances up again, your eyes are crinkled in the corners, a small dimple forming at the side of your mouth. God, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Yeah, okay, well you should probably stand up then.”

“Ah-right.” Jungkook stands, but too fast, and he sees stars. He feels your hands bracing him, holding his arm and torso to keep him steady.

“You okay?” You ask, genuine concern across your features, before you quickly let go and brush your hands nervously across your thighs, looking back down at your feet.

“Huh-yeah! I’m good.” Jungkook says, punctuating with a small cough. Your laugh is more nervous this time, quieter. He wants to hear the other laugh again. 

“Well, bye, I guess.” you say, backing up, a small smile playing on your features as you turn around and face the crowd. You turn again when you feel Jungkook’s hand around your bicep, a question on your lips. To be honest, Jungkook doesn’t have the answer. He doesn’t remember reaching for you, although he is glad he did. But you look kinda confused and you already think he’s crazy so maybe he should say something? Yeah, probably.

“Do you like cider?” he blurts out.

“As a matter of fact, I do. Why do you ask? You say, stepping out of his grasp. He retracts his hand, looking you in the eyes.

“Uh, my fratmates and I? We’re selling this cider, to raise funds for future events. If you want, I can take you to the booth?”

You look at him, a smile forming on your lips but uncertainty in your eyes.

“I could get you a free glass!” he smiles brightly, holding his breath. 

“Mm… okay, well I can’t say no to free.” you say, and he grins, turning towards the direction of the booth. “Even if you’re a creep.”

He whips around to look at you, stunned, his face painting the horror he feels. "I SWEAR-”

And there it is again, a laugh that sings loud for all the world to hear. He feels the tension leave his shoulders as he smiles again.

“Haha, very funny.” He says, shaking his head and leading you towards the booth.

“Hey, what’s your name?” you call to him.

“Oh, sorry! It’s Jungkook.”

You smile at him.

“Well, Jungkook, I better like this cider.”

“You will!” He says, grinning. “I’m sure of it!”

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From the first drink of the cider, you can tell something is wrong. It tastes slightly...what’s the word….bitter? Maybe the cider was left in the sun or something? 

“So, what’s in the cider?” you ask, staring into the cup.

“Apples, cinnamon, nutmeg..” he trails off, trying to remember the rest.

“Alcohol of any sort?” you ask, looking at him. His face contorts with confusion.

“No, we couldn’t do that because of the regulations of the booth.”

“Oh.” now you’re just as confused as he is.

“It’s handmade, though. I had a few glasses earlier in the day when we first opened. It doesn’t taste like storebought, it’s not as sweet, but I hope it’s still okay?”

“No! No don’t worry, it’s really good, it’s just not what I expected.” you chug the rest of the glass. “Can I have another?”

Turns out another was a bad idea. You’re at the end of your cider and in the middle of Jungkook’s story about Namjoon accidentally releasing a crab in the common area when you feel it. Your body suddenly feels slow, your thinking slightly swayed, and you know you’re tipsy. 

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asks, concern on his features as he bends near you. Your hand stops him by the shoulder, giggles rising in your throat. 

“Oh my god, you’re so close.” You say in a slight whisper, nose crinkling as you giggle. 

Jungkook is genuinely confused by this. He squints at you for a second before his head tilts to the right.

“What?”

“Hey, uh...?”

“Jungkook.”

“Oh yeah, you told me that earlier, huh!”

“Yes, I did.”

“I forgot.”

“What were you going to say?”

“Oh right. I think I’m a bit tipsy?”

His face drops, and you can’t help but laugh.

“No, seriously, can you taste the cider?”

He quickly gets up and drinks a bit. He feels a bit of warmth in his chest, a warmth he knows isn’t from the temperature of the drink. His heart drops.

“Oh my god Y/N, I am so sorry, I swear to god I didn’t do this on purpose.” the panic in his eyes is telling enough for you. 

“Don’t worry! I believe you!” you laugh, smiling at him extra hard so he knows you mean it. You see him relax, and it’s just as cute as before. 

“You do?”

“Yeah! I mean, when you offered me cider I kinda assumed it wasn’t gonna be spiked. But! You didn’t mean to! So it’s okay!” You’re trying your best to comfort him, but he still seems like he feels guilty. “But now you gotta take care of me, okay? Deal?”

He cracks a small smile at that. 

“Deal.”

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Four cups of water and a few hours later, Jungkook can tell that you’re feeling like you again. Thank god. He truly doesn’t know who could have possibly thought of the fucking TERRIBLE idea of spiking the GOD DAMN APPLE CIDER THEY’RE SELLING but he’s going to kick some fucking ASS as soon as he finds out. 

“And then she screamed, so I had to chase a god damn spider across the house and find it to release outside so she’d stop freaking out.” You’re laughing, sitting back against the back of the counter, recounting a story about you and your roommate, which he’s only half listening to. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’s trying hard to stay focused on you, but he keeps getting distracted. Your hair will fall in front of your eyes, or you’ll rub your hands together, or you’ll shift, and suddenly he’s focused on how relaxed you seem around him, how easy it was to talk to him and open up. He’s both jealous and entranced by you, and it’s intoxicating. He’s sure if anyone heard his thoughts they’d all call bullshit, but he can’t help but to feel as though he’s finally feeling what his hyungs have only been able to describe to him, feeling what the movies and poems and literature all talk about. The more he learns about you, the more he wants to learn about you. A smile pulls at his features as he hears you talk about another incident in which you embarrassed yourself, saying a name wrong on an order in the coffee shop you work at. The blush on your cheeks is so cute, he thinks.

“Jungkook!”

The shout from across the way startles Jungkook, and dread seeps into his veins. Namjoon was on his way back.

“We gotta clean up, man! Start packing up!”

“Shit!” Jungkook whispers, ducking further behind the counter, praying he isn’t seen.

“Who’s that?” you ask, looking to him. 

“Namjoon, I guess we’re packing up.” “And I’m guessing you don’t want to pack up?” “Not at all.” He looks at you, a small pang of sadness piercing him as he looks at you. This might be goodbye.

“Then don’t.” you say, a playful look in your eye. He tilts his head in confusion. “Follow me, okay?” He doesn’t have time to argue as you drag him with you, darting across and away from the cider booth. He can’t help but laugh as he sprints across the festival with you, the place barren of people now in the dead of night. 

All of the booths are shutting down now, people packing their trucks and cars with tents and tarps and tables. However, the rides still light up the sky in brilliant colors. Jungkook sighs a little at the sight before he feels your pull to the left. 

You both now face the Monkey Maze, blindingly bright against the stars, neon greens and yellows searing into your corneas. You pull at his hand and loop you both around the back.

“The Monkey Maze?” Jungkook smiles, a question on his lips.

“Well, we need a place to hide, funhouses happen to be my favorite attraction, and it’s supposedly out of order today. So, we’re sneaking in.” “We’re sneaking in?”

“Jungkook??” Taehyung calls, and Namjoon closely follows.

“Okay, we’re sneaking in,” Jungkook says with a curt nod, before opening the back entrance. 

Inside, the colored lights are still on in the mirrored maze, reflecting reds and blues on your features. You slow down as your hand reaches a dead end in the maze.

“Ah, fuck. I was never good at these.” You frown. His laugh bounces off of the walls. 

“Me either.” 

“Let’s stop a bit?” You say, your breath a bit ragged. He nods, leaning against the mirrored wall. 

“Thank you.” You say, looking at the ground. He looks up, confused.

“For?”

“For taking care of me.” You smile.

“It’s the least I could do, really. Thank you for saving me from booth cleanup. I’m sorry I even dragged you into all this.”

“Yeah, drugging me after I catch you creepin’ on children at a festival? So not cool.”

He smacks your arm playfully, and that true laugh of yours bounces around the walls, singing around his frame. His heart feels a bit lighter. 

“It’s a good thing you’re cute.” You say, taking in his features.

Its silent for a moment after that, both of your hearts pounding. He’s trying desperately to think of what to say. He wishes he could hear you talk for hours, but he doesn’t know what questions to ask. Honestly, more than anything, he wants to know what you’re thinking. He looks at your reflection in the mirror, searching for those answers he’s looking for. 

Your gaze meets his in the mirror, a silent question in your eyes. He isn’t exactly sure what you’re asking, but he knows his breathing stops for a moment as he scans your features.

His answer is found in the form of your lips on his, a gentle caress of his face, a tender touch bringing him closer to you. He gasps into your touch, tension leaving his body entirely, until suddenly he stiffens, pulling away from you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, hesitance in your words.

“Are you sober?” He asks, leaning down to meet your gaze. 

“Yes.” you say, smiling.

“Are you sure?” He questions, scanning your face for anything that could say otherwise.

“I promise you, I am.” You say, meeting his eyes in earnest. He breathes a sigh of relief before kissing you again, a sense of urgency behind it, as if he’s been holding back. You smile into the kiss, and so he smiles too, and then he relaxes once more. Something about this exchange brings confidence in him that he hadn’t felt before this moment and he lifts you up, pressing your back against the mirror behind you and wrapping your legs around his torso, allowing this position to get closer to your body as he trails his kisses downward. His mind is buzzing as he feels you against him, never wanting this to end, just wanting to get closer and closer. He kisses your neck, a small press of his tongue against your pulse point before his lips kiss the skin under his touch, his teeth graze your neck as he moves towards your ear to speak to you.

“Is this okay?” he says in a low register, his voice husky and soft all at the same time. You shudder.

“Yes, god, more than okay.” You manage, speaking as low as you can, your voice coming out in a shattered whisper. He smiles against your skin before trailing his kisses downward. His hands reach for your shirt hem, hesitating, and you quickly rip the material from your body, leaving yourself exposed to him. A small groan dies in the back of his throat as he visibly glitches.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn beautiful,” he says in a whisper, with so much sincerity that you tear up a little bit. 

“Can I.. Can I go down on you?” he asks, a small voice that doesn’t match such a bold statement. To be honest, he’s never done this before. His other partners haven’t liked such a thing, so he’s never gotten a chance to try it. But he knows his hyungs like it, and he knows that he really fucking wants to. You nod with an urgency that excites him, and he grins. You grin back, a bit of nervousness in your eyes. Cute. He kisses your neck once more before lowering you back on your feet. You go to take your jeans off, but you’re fumbling, so he reaches forward to help you, pulling your jeans off, hooking your underwear at the same time. You blush as you step out of your jeans. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly. Cute. He offers a nod in return before returning to kissing you, pressing your body against the mirror and kissing down your chest. You buck into his touch, which only encourages him forward. He grabs behind your thighs and picks you up before pulling you to him, setting your thighs roughly on his shoulders before he starts kissing, inner thighs covered in his touch. He can tell he’s doing okay by the way you gasp into his touch,  pulling him closer to you by his hair. His brain has effectively shut down, unnecessary thoughts and concerns and anxieties muffled in the background, and he’s able to focus on you, on the way you quiver under his touch, on the way your thigh curves so delicately, on the way your hips have small dents and stretch marks that wrap around towards your navel, on the way that you’re dripping, waiting for his tongue.

Fuck. 

He shudders before following his desire, kissing right above your clit, before licking a stripe into your folds. You moan against his touch, tension releasing from your thighs as you trust his grip. He’s lost for a minute in your taste, lust overtaking his mind for the moment, and a soft moan rumbles in his chest. He holds you steady, his hands gripping your thighs, as he gets to work, taking his time as he finds out how you tick. Less here, more here, and definitely more there. His favorite reaction is when he dips his tongue beyond your folds, reaching as far as he can inside of you, pressing his face into your cunt, and you shudder under his touch, your moan drawn out and low in register. He stays there for a moment, fingers digging into your thighs as he strokes you with his tongue, keeping you from moving away from his grip. He then moves back up to your clit, gentle but targeted strokes of his tongue against you as you squirm, getting closer to coming. He moves between the two for a while, gauging what you want based on how you move under his tongue. 

“F-fuck- Jungkook, I’m going to come-” You breathe out, voice rising to a whine at that end. And damn, that’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He moans against you, lapping at your clit, then moves down, licking a stripe down your folds before eating you out, pressing his face against you and pulling you closer to him, thighs now clasping around his head as you shake against him. His nose brushes against your clit as he continues to press his mouth against your folds and the stimulation becomes too much, your body shaking as you come on his tongue. Your grip loosens and then tightens on his hair, your thighs holding his head in place, and he shivers at the touch, cleaning you up with his tongue. Your body relaxes, bodyweight back on his shoulders as you drop your grip from his head, and he kisses down your thighs before meeting eye contact with you.

Your eyes are completely blown out, half-closed and gazing down at him, breathing heavy. Jungkook gulps, nearly choking on air. 

“Let me down,” you say, a softness to your voice unfamiliar to him. So he does, lowering you from his shoulders. You kiss him once, slow and a bit sloppy, before you push him back. He inches backward on his knees until you’re satisfied and then watches as you bend for him, on your knees, ass up, your face resting on your forearms. 

“Uh-wait-” he says, voice coming out slightly panicky. You shoot upright.

“Do you not want..?” You ask, concern etched to your features. 

“No! I mean god, yes, but- just-” he rips off his shirt and gestures for you to move. You inch over a bit and he sets his shirt down, spreading it out for you.

“There,” he says, looking down. “It’s dirty.” he offers, blushing a little. You smile softly.

“Thank you,” you say, moving onto the shirt. He smiles a bit, a nervous breath leaving him.

“Um-I don’t have protection with me, uh..” he starts to panic, patting his pockets for his wallet, which he left at the FUCKING booth, god damn it-

“I do,” you say, pulling a condom from your pocket. “They were handing these out for free, so…”

There’s silence for a moment.

“God bless sex ed tents.”

You laugh, his absurdly serious response taking you off guard, and he can’t help but laugh too before taking the condom and tearing the package. He holds it in his teeth while he scoots closer to you, then rolls his jeans off, exposing himself to you. He doesn’t miss the sharp intake of breath as you take him in. He feels a puff of pride settle into his posture and he smirks, taking the condom and rolling it onto his dick. When he looks up, you’re kissing him again, pressing your body to his. It only takes him a moment to react, hands reaching for your waist and pulling you closer. He cradles the back of your head with his hand, holding you close to him, taking in the feeling of being with you. You break the kiss, giggling, and then bend for him again. He takes a moment to take you in, the curve of your spine, the way you’re waiting so eager for him. He’s stunned, at a loss for words.

“Hey, Jungkook?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“Right.” 

He grips your hips and pulls himself closer to you, the gasp that leaves your body only egging him on. He pushes his dick into you, slowly, glancing at you in the mirror, waiting for your reaction. It doesn’t disappoint him; you press back into him, eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook-” you gasp but he grips your hip and buries his dick in your throbbing pussy before you can finish your sentence, effectively cutting you off.

“What?” he says, breathy, but his crooked smile is telling that he’s feeling a bit cocky right now.

“Oh my god, just fuck me-” he interrupts again, pulling back just to slam into you again. A choked moan spills from your mouth.

“Fuck you? Like this?” 

“f-Fuc-”

“Faster?” he says, slamming into you again, and then again, picking up his pace. Your breath hitches before you melt into his touch, resting your head on your forearms and arching your back further. You open your eyes to look to the right, seeing him pound into you in the mirror, his body outlined in dark crimson from the lights above. He sees this and makes eye contact with you in the mirror, sweat starting to build on his forehead. His hair curls a bit from the moisture, and he smiles in your direction. It’s a tainted smile, a smile you hadn’t seen from him before, and it stirs something within you. 

“Talk to me, Y/N, is this what you want?” His breath is ragged now as he fights himself for the control he wants.

“Oh my- god-” He slams into you, harder than before, and grips your hair, pulling your head up near him. A choked moan falls from your mouth and he leans to your ear.

“What was that?” he says. You nod, and he smiles, his fingers letting go of your hair and wrapping around your neck, squeezing the sides. 

“Good girl.” He whispers in your ear, and watches as the hair on your neck rises. You start to press back into him, and he moans, throwing his head back. When he looks back, he catches your gaze in the mirror in front of you both, and he groans at the sight. You look so fucked out, your hair disheveled and your eyes lit with lust. He pulls out, panting. You straighten and whip around, genuine anger in your eyes.

“What-WHY- I was-”

Jungkook kisses you deeply, hands going to your shoulders, and he starts to climb over you, straddling your body and lowering you slowly to the shirt underneath you.

“I just wanted to see you like this.” Jungkook says softly, breath fanning over your face, his eyes looking for any sign of discomfort. “Is this okay?”

You seem to be taken off guard, your features melting into a wide smile.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

He smiles and pushes into you again, the smile faltering on his features as he feels you around him once again. A moan falls from his lips and he buries his face in your neck for a moment as he finds momentum again. You buck under him, whispers and moans of encouragement spilling off of your tongue, and his confidence is back. 

“You’re so good to me-god. So beautiful, So- so beautiful..” he mumbles, panting. He’s reaching his end. 

“Oh my god-Jungkook, harder-”

You don't have to tell him twice. He lifts his head and pounds into you, reveling in your moans inches from his face, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He wraps his fingers around your throat and squeezes the sides. He shivers as a small smile plasters your face.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes..” you say through your teeth, panting heavily.

“You take me so well, Y/N, fuck, you’re such a good girl aren’t you?” he says, his voice leaving him, leaving behind ghosts of words that float off his tongue. 

“For you,” you say, looking at him through half-closed eyes, a playful smile on your face.

Oh, he’s a goner.

He pulls pack and slams into you, picking up his pace, coming towards his end. He’s a bit sloppier now, but the pace is consistent enough, and you tumble over to your climax, gasping in air and eyes rolling back. He slows his pace as he watches you come undone underneath him, feeling you pulse around him, and finally relax, body melting into the floor underneath you, and he comes to his end, loosening his grip on your neck and biting onto your shoulder, moaning at his release. He pulls out gently, making sure he didn’t hurt you, and lays next to you, running his hands up and down your arm, hyper-focused on the way you relax under his touch.

It’s silent for a moment after, except for breaths echoing off of the mirrored walls of the funhouse. Then, your laugh, tired but still as bright as before. Jungkook laughs too. 

“Damn,” you say, a smile permanently etched on your features. “That was fun.”

“Is that why they call it a funhouse?”

You smack his arm and he laughs harder.

Then, the lights go out. You gasp, and he fumbles for his phone. 

He turns on the flashlight and starts scanning the floor for items, picking up your shirt and handing it to you. You only fumble for a second before you grab it, slipping it on. He grabs his shirt and puts it on too, brushing off the dirt from the ground, then tucks his shirt into his jeans. He then turns to you.

“I’m gonna say that’s our cue.”

You laugh and nod.

“I think you’re right.”

After running into the mirrors like eight times, you both step onto the grass and take off running to the end of the fairgrounds, seeing only what’s in the range Jungkook’s phone flashlight. When you stop, you’re both out of breath, gasping for air and laughing softly.

“Thank you, for tonight,” you say softly, a blush hinting at your cheeks. 

“Does it just have to be tonight?” Jungkook says, concern furrowing his brows. It feels like forever until you answer.

“Well, it will be if you don’t ask for my phone number.”

“Ah. Hey, uh, Y/N, can I have-”

“God damn it, give me your phone.” You laugh. He hands it to you, scratching the back of his neck. You hand it back and kiss him gently.

“Walk me to my car?” You say, and he nods, taking your hand in his.

_____

“JUNGKOOOOOOOK!” Taehyung yells as soon as Jungkook opens the door. “Yo, did you hear Jin spiked the cider?”

“Jin?” Jungkook says, stopping dead in his tracks at the news.

He’s going to fucking kill the man.

“Yeah man! Guess he wanted us to have fun or something. It was a riot. We went to go tell you, but couldn’t find you. Where were you?”

“Uh… long story.” he says before he walks into the kitchen, unsure if he wants to share about you just yet. He’ll keep you to himself a little longer. 

“Huh. yeah, guess we all had a day then.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook mumbles, more focused on pouring a glass of milk than Taehyung’s story. He puts the milk back in the fridge and starts to drink from the cup.

“Yeah, accidentally drugged a girl and everything.”

Jungkook chokes, sputtering milk on his socks.

“What?” he gasps out, wiping milk from his face.

“Long story.” he grins, his boxy smile infectious. “I’ll tell you later. Night!”

Taehyung goes to his bedroom, leaving a stunned Jungkook in the kitchen. He reaches for his phone, shaking his head. 

Jungkook: Did you make it home safely?

Y/N: Yes, thank you <3

He smiles, a bit taken back by the heart. It’s probably harmless, but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t skip a beat.

Jungkook: I want to see you again.

Jungkook: Would you want to go on a date with me? 

He sends it before he can second guess it. A few minutes go by, in which Jungkook paces the kitchen. The phone dings and he scrambles for it, looking at the screen.

Y/N: What are you doing tomorrow around 7?

_____

a/n: and that’s it! I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think.

Here are the other works in this group!

Wild Ride (Namjoon x Reader)

Spiked (Taehyung x Reader)

[sunshinebtss]

— Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin — College, Fluff — Mythical Beings & Creatures, Bangtan Ensamble — No Warnings — 4,836 words — “Group five, I’m assuming,” the guy says with a charming smile. “I only remember this beautiful man here with blue hair.” He squeezes Namjoon’s shoulder. “I’m Seokjin, by the way.” Namjoon goes off to college thinking he'd be overwhelmed and alone. He never expected to be swept off his feet and gain six new close friends on the first day. — AO3 Link

This is for the Falling in Love network project of @btswriterscollective

I was paired with the wonderful @btspremiumtrash to write on the same theme. Please go check out her fic!

[dreamyjoons]

count suckula // ksj

Genre/Warnings: smut, fluff! Goofy af and puns galore, oral sex (m & f receiving), face riding, swallowing, unprotected sex, big dick Jin (big jick agenda), swearing

Words: 4.6k

A/N: here’s my entry for the btswc ‘falling in love’ project. I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful prompt partner ropeseok. It’s been so much fun chatting and working with you!!! I hope you all enjoy this clownery

Prompt: ‘I forgot that we made plans to go to this halloween party and no I don’t have a costume, that’s why I’m half wearing and half stuck in my old prom dress. Help me!’ ✨

The knocking on your door was growing more impatient.

You stayed firmly rooted, waiting for it to stop so you could return doing absolutely nothing. The day had been long, the autumn air crisping around you and the time at work difficult and lengthy.

Soon though, you realised this wasn’t going to be something you could ignore.

Dragging your work-weary body away from the couch you trudge to your door, blanket tightly swaddling you. You rip open the door mid knock, only to be met by an impatient Jin.

He looked like a dream. Fitted black trousers and white silk shirt clings to his body, a crushed red velvet waistcoat cinched perfectly around his middle. The collar of the shirt has a slight ruffle to it, hiding the strings to the long black cape that cascaded off his shoulders and reached down to the back of his knees. His dark hair had been pushed away from his face slightly, leaving a delicious slice of forehead exposed.

“Er, hello?” You stammer, eyes shamelessly raking his body.

“Y/N, why aren’t you dressed yet?” His words are slightly muffled, and you realise he has fake vampire fangs in his mouth. He rolls his eyes at the hinderance and slips them out of his mouth and into his pocket, ignoring your slight look of disgust.

He pushes past into your apartment before spinning to face you. His face sparkles, and you briefly wonder if it’s your eyes, but you realise he really is shimmering.

“... Are you wearing glitter?”

“Well duh, I’m a sexy vampire. All the hot ones sparkle.”

His eyes rapidly take in your appearance, blanket wrapped tightly around your head and your work uniform scruffy and misshapen. He frowns a little, plush lips puckered as his widening eyes finally meet yours.

“You haven’t forgotten about the party, have you?” He asks, voice low.

You hold back from smacking your forehead, irritated that you’d forgotten. You had agreed to go to a party with Jin, mainly because he wanted to be -as he put it- ‘in a sexy elite vampire club where we judge peasants’, and as his best female friend, naturally that honour fell to you.

“Oh, No! Jimin and Jungkook’s massive Halloween party? Of course I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just not been home from work long.” You rush. He eyes you suspiciously for a moment, scepticism pulling at his features. But it drops quickly, clapping his hands to refocus you both.

“Come on! Count von… uh, Count needs his vampire mistress.” A light laugh falls from your lips at his words.

“Like the puppet from Sesame Street?”

“Ah, no. Count von Twelve Inch.”

“Jin…”

“Okay, nine. But that’s still impressive, right?” He winks, and you simultaneously shiver and roll your eyes.

“Jin!”

“Go get ready! We gotta leave soon before Jungkook drinks all the good stuff again.”

He gently pulls you by the blanket hood, taking the comforting shroud from your head before nudging you towards your bedroom. His big warm hands bed themselves between your shoulder blades, finally getting you towards your destination.

Once you’re inside alone and you shut the door, you enter full panic mode.

Rushing around the room, you root through your closet and drawers for anything that even slightly screamed vampire.

Ripping open your most neglected drawer, you find a pair of stockings and a garter belt sitting unused in their packet. A wicked thought crosses your mind, but you stamp it down in an instant. Stockings look old-timey and vampish, right?

Stripping off completely, you pull on a somewhat matching shade of bra and panties before putting on the stockings and garter. After fiddling with the little ties for a minute, you’re finally suited up. Ignoring how ridiculous you look running around in your underwear like a madwoman, you pull open your closet and browse through the items.

Historical… lace and velvet? Well, that would be nice if you owned anything that decent to wear to a party. You throw around the items at the bottom of your closet, annoyed at your lack of organisation skills.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot some deep red satin. Running out of options and vaguely remembering a cute red dress you had bought months ago, you immediately grab it and pull it over your head.

The material bunches up around the waistband as you try to pull it past your shoulders, but you find your arms immobile. You try and shimmy the dress down your body, trying to at least get your ass covered but no luck.

Frustrated, you try and move it back off you, only to find your arm wedged. Trying not to let panic rise in your chest, you lean forward and try and let gravity help, but it was fruitless.

You were fully stuck in the dress. The vague scent of orange juice and teenage boy promptly fills your senses, and with a dumbstruck look and horror in your heart, you realise you were stuck in your prom dress from when you were fourteen. No wonder you couldn’t get your body inside. Why did you still have it?!

Steeling yourself, you begin to try and wriggle it back up your body again, swearing and grunting falling from your lips as you wrestle with the dress.

Things take a particularly violent turn when you try and shake it loose but you catch your hair in the zipper. The tug makes you cry out loudly, the pain sending you crashing back into your closet.

“Y/N?” You barely hear Jin or his knocking over your struggles, the zip pulling harder on your hair and your right arms starting to lose feeling from the awkward angle it was bent at.

You yelp again, only to hear your door slam open. You spin towards the offending noise, Jin barely visible through the hemline that was stuck around your face.

His eyes were glued to you, his pouty lips parted as his eyes zero in on the stockings and garter that were fully exposed. Blushing furiously, he snaps his eyes up to you, meeting your through the dense fabric.

“Wha… Are you okay?” He asks croakily, slamming his mouth shut and clearing his throat, eyes purposely fixed on your face.

“No I’m not okay! I’m stuck in this stupid old prom dress. Help me!” You yelp, ignoring the heat that creeps it way up your throat and across your face.

You hear him walk towards you, his hands gently grasping you by the shoulder.

“My hair’s caught in the zipper, can you sort that first please?” You wince, looking at his face. He nods slightly, a hint of mirth dancing about his features as he takes in the state of you.

“Okay, sit on the bed so I can get a better look.”

You let him guide you back and perch you on the edge of the bed, hovering between your almost bare legs as he leans over your head. You feel his fingers deftly manoeuvre the zip, and after a slight tug, instant relief floods your scalp as your hair is finally freed from the teeth.

You look up at him, and despite your awkward arms stuck blocking the view, he knocks the breath out of your lungs.

“Okay, “ he says a little breathlessly, though a part of your brain screams that it’s not from exertion, “we’ve just gotta wriggle you out of this now.”

He grabs hold of the hemline stuck around your shoulders and tries to wrestle it upwards, but to no avail. Loud ripping noises can be heard at the motion, and he immediately stops at the sound.

“I don’t want to ruin it, but I think we’re gonna have to cut you out of this dress. Where are you scisso-”

“Don’t worry about the scissors, just rip it!”

“I don’t want to ruin the dres-”

“I can’t feel my arms, Jin, just do it!”

With a silent nod, he takes hold of the material either side of your head. Bracing himself and pushing his full lips into a line, he begins to pull at the fabric. You can hear the seams ripping as he pulls, and you can only watch as his shoulders tense at the motion.

The material finally gives, ripping around you and splitting the dress in two. Your arms unfurl and sag by your side, a rapid tingling spreading right through them to your fingertips.

You look up at Jin to thank him, but the words die in your throat. The tatters of your dress are still clenched in his hands, his chest rising and falling in the silk shirt, clear and stuck to his skin through perspiration. His lips are parted, harsh breaths being sucked through them. His eyes are glued to you, your now free body only clad in underwear and stockings, stiff and tight from your ordeal.

The air around you thickens, your eyes meeting for an electric moment. The fabric rustles as it falls from his hands, his position between your legs making you acutely aware of how close he was.

In an instant he closes the distance between you and his lips are on yours, hands reaching to wind into your hair. You place a hand on his chest, feeling the muscles twitch beneath your fingers as he moves you back to lay on the bed.

Jin hovers over you. His pelvis sits heavy against yours, legs entwining as he pushes your kiss deeper, his tongue swiping across your lower lip.

He pulls back to look at you then, his face flushed and his eyes blown wide.

You both simply stare at each other, bodies pressed so tightly, his heat radiating down to you. Your chest flutters for a minute, and you worry whether a line had just been crossed, if he was regretting kissing you already. But then a smile stretches across his lips. If the weight he was pressing down on you hadn’t already knocked the air out of you, that grin would have.

“Can I ask you something?” He whispers, and you nod, forehead creasing.

“Yeah.”

“Have you eaten garlic today? You know that can kill a big sexy vampire like me.” A laugh falls from you, your fears instantly washed away from his dumbassery.

“Oh my god- “

“I’m just saying-”

“Jin, if you don’t use that mouth for something other than talking, I’m going to stake you through the heart and that will hurt even though you’re not actually a vamp-” Your words are cut off by another kiss, searing as he presses his weight back against you.

One hand props up his weight whilst the other smooths down your body, settling at your hip. His thumb slides under the garter belt around your waist, rubbing smoothing circles there. He pulls back, a finger sliding into the side of your panties.

“The stockings and underwear are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/N. You’re a worthy vampire bride.” You smirk up at his words, the praise settling hotly beneath your skin.

But without warning, he leans back to straddle you, grips the hemline of your panties and rips them. You prop yourself up and look down towards your exposed core and back up to Jin, stunned.

“Jin! Why did you do that?!”

“Because your underwear was trapped under your garter, and there is no way in hell that’s coming off.” He smirks, leaning forward to kiss your lips again. It’s only a few scorching pecks, but it’s enough to still your mind for a moment.

“You’re buying me more.”

“Only if I get to rip them off again.”

“Who says I’m gonna let you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

His face drops as he looks at you, shock filling his features. You can see the doubt worm it’s way into his head, but you roll your eyes.

Sitting up, you reach behind you and unclip your bra before throwing it across the room. You settle back onto your elbows, eyebrow raised at him. His eyes fall to your bare chest, and you watch the tension leave his shoulders.

With a quick lick of his lips he’s back over you, mouth attaching itself to your neck as a sly hand creeps to your breast. A gentle finger rolls over your nipple before pinching it, and all you can do is moan in his ear as he sucks bruising marks down your throat and along your chest. You shift your weight onto one hand so that you can thread the other in his hair, tugging gently as you guide him down to your other nipple.

He swipes a kitten lick over your nipple, teasingly prodding until a groan falls from your lips. Satisfied, he latches his mouth on, sucking the soft bud before letting his teeth scrape off you, watching with hungry eyes at your expression. You couldn’t meet his eyes for long, the tug on your nipples too much as you throw your head back. He breathes out a laugh before moving to the other breast. He lets his hot mouth play over the stiffening bud before pulling off totally and blowing on it. The cool air makes you almost ache.

“Jin…” you moan, feeling his erection grow harder against your leg.

“Hold on.” He whispers against your chest, letting his weight back down on you whilst he reaches behind him.

You’re confused, but wait. You know it’s going to be something dumb - you can tell by the way his shoulders are shaking, a gentle laugh drifting to your ears. He finally looks back up at you, resting his head between your breasts.

“Want me to eat you out?” He asks, smiling and revealing the vampire fangs he’s slipped back into his mouth. You slam your head back against your mattress, unsure of whether to laugh or kick him out.

“I swear Jin, how have you ever gotten laid?”

“Because I’m a hot piece of ass, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but your whole… personality.”

He lets a hand reach out and flick your nipple, rolling his finger around the hard bud. A smirk slides onto his face, eyes wide and mischievous. You hiss at his ministrations, but your eyes stay snapped to him.

“Sorry baby, but the fangs stay on during sex.” He pinches your nipple, making you suck your breath in between your teeth.

“if you think you’re coming near my vagina with that in your mouth you can put your clothes back on.”

“I’m Count Suckula, you can’t deny me my fangs.”

Laughing, you push him off you so that he lands on his back on the soft mattress. A surprised noise leaves his mouth, fake fangs falling out and jaw hanging as you crawl to his side to slowly start unbuttoning his trousers.

“Maybe I should be Count Suckula. Just for a minute, anyway. I won’t need long.” You raise your eyebrow, flicking your eyes up to his. A bright laugh leaves him, but his eyes are intense, a flaming inferno solely focused on you.

You push down his trousers and slip your hand into his waistband, dragging it back over his hard length. He finally springs free, his long cock bouncing to stand to attention. You try to hide your shocked expression at his size, but he catches your eye and smirks at you.

His smirk is soon wiped off his face when you cup your hand around his base, delivering a few deep, slow pumps up his length. His mouth stammers, his speechlessness fuelling you.

You lower your head to his tip, swirling your tongue over it and twisting your hand to meet your mouth, croaky groans coming from Jin’s throat. You hum at the noise, letting your tongue run along the slit in his tip. He shivers beneath you.

Finally, after sufficient enough teasing to make noise constantly fall from his lips, you take your head down as far as you can, holding him in your throat before you pull back. His head lulls back and you muffle your laugh into his cock, the vibrations adding to the sensation. You pick up speed, beginning to bob your head and building up pressure for him. You pump at his base with your hands, your throat simply not able to take his big cock the whole way.

You feel him shuffle around beside you, and you’re about to pull off him to ask what he’s doing when you feel a swipe across your exposed clit.

You feel his fingers brush through your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers before pressing them against your clit. You slide off him with a pop, mouth agape as he smiles at you.

“Couldn’t resist.” he shrugs, chest rippling under the silk shirt.

In retaliation, you bring your head back down to him and take him down your throat, free hand moving to cup his balls. You massaged him with both hands, channeling the waves of pleasure you felt rippling in your core.

His hips twitch underneath you, the tightening of him below you signalled that he was getting close. The whines and moans that fell from him were getting louder and breathier, and the fingers that brushed over your clit stilled ever so slightly. But his fingers plowed on, determined not to leave you forgotten.

You groan onto him, clit throbbing from his touch.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-”

“Do it.” You mumble, bringing your mouth off him just for a second, before sliding him back into your mouth. His fingers still against your slit, sitting in your wetness as his hips begin to thrust.

He practically yells as he cums down your throat, Hips pulsing as he pumps into your waiting mouth, and all you can do is swallow. Words tumble from his lips, a string of nonsense that makes the corners of your mouth pick up as you slide his softening cock from your grip.

He flattens against the bed for a moment, totally spent. You smile to yourself, feeling a sense of pride for rendering him so laid out.

His hand moves to grab your wrist and he pulls you towards him, bringing you so that your legs are straddling either side of his head.

“Now,” he smirks, winding his fingers in the straps of your garter belt, “I’m going to suck you dry and leave you coffin.”

You roll your eyes, searching for an insult but go completely blank when his tongue darts out to flick against your clit.

You cry out, fingers weaving into his hair as you stare down at him. His eyes meet yours for just a second before he throws you a wink and shuts his eyes, fully immersing himself between your legs.

Groans and hums escape him, the vibration pulsing through your clit as you grind yourself gently on his face.

“Mm, harder. Won’t kill me. I’m undead.” He mumbles between licks, and you scowl down at him.

“You know you’re not actually a vampire, right?” You ask, but he doesn’t answer. Instead he latches his mouth over your clit, and you can’t help but push down harder on his face.

A noise of approval escape him, and you take it as a good sign as you rock your hips on his face, his tongue pressed against you as you both work on helping you reach your high.

You grip his hair and hold him in place as you rock. A slew of noises escape his throat, and as much as you want to laugh, it’s endlessly hot how into it -how into you- he is.

Your throbbing clit is thrust back into his mouth, and this time his hands shoot to your hips, holding you down on his face. Your orgasm, white hot and searing, begins to build and there's little you can do to stop it.

“Jin, I’m gonna-”

You can’t finish your sentence before it crashes over you, your hips stuttering on his face. He rides it out with you, his eyes fixed on your scrunched up face, watching your orgasm roll through your body.

He keeps licking, waiting for you to finish and to clean you up, not satisfied until he’d had every drop.

Shakily, you lift your leg off him and crash beside him, bringing your face level with his. You give him a searing kiss, the taste of you fresh on his lips.

He presses his hand into your hair as he kisses you, his plush lips pliant against your own.

Slowly you let your hand slide down to grasp his cock, only to find it nearly fully hard again. You pull back and raise an eyebrow at him, but he merely shrugs.

“Someone’s Vlad to see you.”

You groan, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Your hand keeps moving, stroking along his long shaft, his hips rising up to meet your strokes. His lips part as he moans, and you pick your head up to watch him.

His eyes are screwed shut, strands of hair falling all about his face. Seeing it makes your heart twinge, knowing that this was all for you.

You let go of him, his hips slowing in their ministrations as he looks at you, offended that you'd stopped. You sit both of you up and begin unbuttoning his shirt, untying the cape and letting it fall alongside the silk.

Letting your hands run across his collarbone and across his shoulders, you feel the taut muscles flex under his skin. Flecks of glitter come off on your fingers, but in the back of your mind it seems right - of course Kim Seokjin would sparkle.

With a knowing smirk he grabs you by the garter belt, dragging you to sit in his lap. You hover just above his leaking cock, it’s red tip staring straight at your soaking core. You swallow thickly at the giant, eyes making their way up to Jin’s.

With a quick nod to each other, he rubs his length across your folds, soaking himself before he finally lines himself up, letting you slowly lower yourself onto him.

A collection of sighs and moans escape you both, the delicious drag of him as he sinks in damn near melting your brain. He fills you up totally, his length almost touching your cervix. You’d never felt so deliciously full before, it was making you heady. You clench experimentally down on him, only to receive a choked gasp in return.

Once you become a little more accustomed to his length, you begin to rise back off him before sliding your hips back down to his base.

You clench as you start to ride him, his fingers digging into your ass as he helps guide you.

“Waited so long…” he groans quietly - but his words are lost on you, too caught up in the feel of him. His head dips back, exposing his throat to you.

It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up, so you lean forward and latch your lips onto his neck, marking him and kissing along the column of his throat. A guttural groan rumbles from him, and a particularly rough thrust erupts from his hips, the drag reaching across your g-spot and making you see stars.

“It was a… grave mistake to not do this sooner.” You mumble, fingertips digging into his broad shoulders.

He stops dead underneath you, his eyes wide as he stares at you. Your hips still, his cock sat deep inside you as you stare back.

“Jin?”

“Was that a pun? An undead vampire pun?” He asks, eyebrows raised

“... possibly.” You smile, leaning forward into his chest to hide the heat spreading across your face.

He chuckles before hoisting you by your ass, turning and pressing you back into the bed. His lips crash onto yours, excitable and hot. His hips start moving again, this time hitting your soft spot instantly. You mewl under him, fingers pressed deep into his supple skin. His hand supports himself by your head, his other knotted in your hair.

“Fuck... wow.” He pants as he hovers over you, a smile scrunching his face.

You look up at him to meet his eyes, a tender expression on his face. On their own accord, your fingers reach out to caress his face, softly panning over his smooth skin. He leans into your touch, his hips slowing as he watches you.

“Why haven’t we?” He asks in a small voice, stilling completely inside you as his eyes flick over your face.

“What?”

“Why haven’t we gotten together sooner?”

I don’t know…” you whisper. You feel a giddy flutter in your stomach, and you know it’s not from his big cock sitting snugly inside of you.

You see a flicker of something cross his eyes, a worry that was pitting itself inside of him. With the hand on his cheek you bring him down to you, your lips pressing softly against his. The kiss is only light, but it’s reassuring for you both, a sign that you both want this.

“Well, maybe we should stop waiting.” The words fall softly from your lips, and you immediately know you want it. You want to be with Kim Seokjin, world class joke teller, caring human and easily one of the best dickings of your life.

His smile cracks across his face, eyes scrunched tightly.

“You’ve made my heart beat again, Y/N.” He laughs, and you groan.

“Any more puns? Or can you start fucking me again?”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, tugging on your garter belt, finger stroking your skin below it. “I’m still dead stiff.”

He smirks at you, and you punch his shoulder. As payback, you roll your hips at him, clenching down as hard as you can. He shouts nonsense at the sensation, his eyes glazing over.

He takes the hint and begins to move inside of you again, long drags and short sharp thrusts. You roll your hips to meet him, your eyes fixed on each other.

You grab his hand from your hair and move it down between you to rub your clit together. It’s hot for both of you and the pleasure is instant, your hips rolling harder and faster into him, your orgasm cresting. His hips begin to stutter, a string of moans falling from his lips.

“Close, Jin…” you moan, your free hand knotting in his hair.

“Me too, where…?” He asks, voice croaky.

“Anywhere.” You pant.

With a few final flicks across your clit you’re coming undone, your orgasm crashing over you. Your toes curl and his name streams from your mouth, and finally your clenching becomes too much for him.

He pulls out of you, pumping his cock fast between your bodies. You put your hand over his, both of you stroking him until his orgasm hits, hot ropes of cum shooting out of his pink tip and hitting your stomach.

He rests his forehead against yours, perspiration sticking to you both, hot breath fanning over each other. Specks of body glitter sparkles on your skin, transferred from Jin to you.

He hesitates above you, eyes flicking to your lips and back up to your gaze. You roll your eyes before you surge up and kiss him, plush lips pressed against your own.

You’d kissed before, but this time was different. There was something more, something prospective.

“Jin, can you get me a towel or something.” You whisper when you finally break apart. You wanted to hold him close, but you wanted to wipe his cum off you beforehand.

“I dunno, I quite like looking at you like this. Garter belt and stockings, covered in my-“

“Jin!” You yelp, his fingers trailing across your hip and down the lining of your stockings. You try not to laugh but you can’t help it, your heart pounding as he moves forward, lips puckered. 

“Fine, but just so you know, you look fang-tastic.” He smirks, kissing your lips lightly before clambering off the bed.

The groan that leaves you is absolutely feral, and you feel around for something to throw at him. Finding the tatters of your prom dress, you ball it up and throw it at him as he skitters away from you, butt naked and cackling.

“JIN!”