#filthy rockstar jk

[jeongjuk]

FILTHY ROCKSTAR | JJK |

summary: if getting dragged to a concert by your best friend wasn't enough to ruin your night, maybe add a tall, lean and tattooed rockstar to the mix, that’ll be the icing on top of an overloaded cake.

pairing: rockstar!jungkook x f!reader

genre: porn with a semi-plot?, alt/pop rock band au, i’d say s2l except it’s not even lovers, so s2sb? (sex buddies…)

⏤ rating: mature (18+) ⏤ word count: 12k

warnings! cursing (lots), annoying oc!bsf, slight sexual tension at first encounter, mild self-humiliation, banter (somewhat), he’s good with his words and that’s what makes you stumble right into his arms, explicit smut; big dick jk, unprotected sex dw he has a great pull pout game (also stay safe!!), some grinding, finger fucking + sucking, mild spit kink maybe not mild lol i’ve been intrigued by spit lately, a little dirty talk, one derogatory word used; slut, slight praising, hickeys/bruising kink?, jk with his tattoo sleeve, belly bulging, cum eating, orgasm denial!, jungkook thinks everything about you is so pretty, really long descriptions of sex for no reason !!

authors note/: this was my first smut i’ve ever written for this site :0 lowkey felt like I just poured every thought I had over rockstar!jk into it and made it into whatever this is. sowoozoo jk has been driving me insane

important: english isn’t my first language and that’s why this took almost 2 weeks to be released😭 i’m so sorry

Maybe you should've ran as far away as possible before she even got the chance to ask you the question.

"Okay, what about this?" Nari points enthusiastically. She's holding a dark biker jacket eagerly firm in her hands. "Why do you need a biker jacket for a concert?" you scoff, while resuming your search for an outfit good enough to fit your best friend. In her eyes it has to be a top notch outfit or else you aren't leaving the mall.

And no, you literally can not go home because the bitch snatched and hid your phone somewhere.

"That is not purple," you laugh, seemingly eyeing how the jacket looks on the girl. That cannot be purple, it's way too dark to be purple. Maybe a deep indigo? Definitely not purple.

"Doesn't matter, how does it look?" she does another spin, brushing her hands across the leathery material of the lapels. She looks good, honestly. The jacket hugs her nicely in a way that it still shows her rather curvy body.

But why in hell would she buy a leather jacket to go to a concert? She doesn't even wear jackets in general. "It looks good, yeah." you assure her, nodding your head in approval.

To be fair, you're quite skeptical about this. She hasn't told you who's concert she's going to, or where it's going to be taking place. She hasn't even told you where she got her ticket from, so yeah, it sounds a little shady in your opinion.

"Great! This would go so well with that white short sleeve shirt I bought a month ago," she exclaims while rummaging through some other clothes on the rack.

"Which short sleeve shirt?" you ask, not remembering her buying one recently. "The white one with the zipper, you don't remember?" Nari says, "the cropped white one with a zipper, grandma." Oddly enough, she seems to have a clear representation, while you struggle to even recall her buying a shirt last month.

Wait, cropped?

"Who are you aiming to seduce at this concert?" you eye her amusingly. You can already imagine whatever she has planned and it's legitimately not the best idea. She obviously isn't going to a concert to listen to the music, she's aiming to get laid.

"What happened to; 'I'm done fucking around, I’m just focusing on myself now'?" you question, mocking the stupid vow she made earlier into the year "Please, that was like ages ago, I haven't gotten laid in months. I need to get this dry streak to an end already." she responds, voice sounding distant since she's walking around the endless racks of clothes, in search of a pair of pants. You’ve just been following her this entire time.

"You should too," her head pops out from behind a cube shelf, and she's pointing a finger at you. You snicker, "I don't wanna get laid." even after saying that truthfully, your eyes flicker to the floor, face heating up a little by the mere thought of sleeping with someone in little to over half a year.

"It's not about wanting to get laid, __. It's about you kinda needing to because you've been extra grumpy these past few weeks and we can all tell that you need some good dick in your life." she waves her finger in the air, while rambling about. You roll your eyes, walking away from the girl in hopes to get her to shut up. But she trails behind you, bumping into people until you get to the other side of the room, at the checkout.

"Anyways, that doesn't matter, you're still coming with," she adds, shrugging off the jacket and throwing it with the other stuff she picked onto the counter.

"Wait, what?" you grasp at her bicep, forcefully turning her around to look back at you. "What?" she muffles, eyes wide in shock at how strong your grip on her arm is. "What do you mean I'm still coming with?" You let go of her arm and crossed your own in front of you.

Last time you checked, there was no invite to a concert you got from Nari, so what is she even talking about? "You're going with me, duh. I got two wristbands." She slides out her phone from her back pocket, and opens the case, revealing two pieces of paper wristbands, which you assume should be the entry code to the concert.

"You never told me that!" you whisper-yell, making sure not to be too loud in a shopping store. "__, what did you think I meant when I said 'I bought tickets for a concert'?" she looks at you, expression plain and neutral, but her words sound scornful. "I thought you meant you bought a tickets for yourself, not for both of us," you try to defend yourself, but honestly it does sound a little stupid saying it out loud now.

"Yeah, two tickets?"

"You didn't tell me you bought two tickets." you argue back.

"Whatever, you're going with me." she picks up the shopping bag and heads out the store, you trailing angrily behind her. "No I'm not, I don't even like concerts, and you know that." you state, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "I know, but I need someone to accompany me tonight," she pouts. "And you didn't decline my offer a few days ago." She hugs your arm and swings it back and forth.

"That's because there was no offer to decline, dumbass!" you retort, rolling your eyes and shrugging her off. "I have stuff to do girl, not all of us are free every night.” Nari whines, "but you can't let me go by myself, I need you to go with me!" she opens the car door once you unlock it and heads in.

"You're the only person with a car that can drive me there, and I was kinda thinking maybe you can pick me back up, so instead of wasting your time dropping and picking me back, just go with me." she says, her hands rub together in a praying manner.

"Fine! God, you're so stupid, how do you plan on going somewhere but don't have a ride," you mumble more to yourself than her, but it's obvious she still heard, because she crosses her arms and pouts, but thankfully stays quiet.

The rest of the day you spent contemplating wether or not you should just ditch Nari and not show up, because quite honestly, you really don't want to go this stupid showcase. Live events have never been your thing, you prefer to have your eardrums intact. But Nari's making it so difficult because if you don't drive her there, she's gonna try and find another ride, and who knows what that girl can do when she's by herself. She's that desperate.

So you've wasted the last hour delving in your closet for something good enough to fit the occasion, even though you still don't know who's concert you're going to, since Nari never gave you the name. Hopefully she'll expose the artist on your way there, because being left clueless has been driving you insane.

You're only tagging along to watch over her, to be her babysitter. The thought of going to concerts still troubles you. you enjoy your personal bubble a little too much to have people breaking into it from all corners. Once you arrive there you're dragging Nari to a spot where there are less people so you can breathe.

You settle for an AC/DC shirt you somehow had hidden all the way back into the furthest corner of your closet—despite not being an AC/DC fan at all (haven't even listened to their music except the mainstream ones), you stole this shirt from Nari a while ago because the print was pretty cool, and the way she cut and sewed it to look better spiked your interest. So you couldn't help yourself.

You paired it with some leather pants, a pair of chunky black boots that you barely wear and a red and black plaid flannel. That's the best you can come up with for an unfair proposition to a concert.

Before even finishing getting ready you get a message from Nari asking you where you are, followed by a missed FaceTime call. She can barely let you get ready and leave the apartment in peace, you can't imagine how it's going to be once you're in the car together on your way to the event.

You really hope she's not going to be too excited about this, or you're going to have to leave her on the streets. But knowing Nari, the girl would probably just call a taxi to take her there. She's so determined and sometimes that scares you.

Once you make it to her house you shoot her a text saying you're waiting outside, to which she replies back 'thank fucking god' and dashes her way outside, climbing into your car in mere seconds.

"If I knew you were gonna take so long, I might as well have driven myself there." she sighed, running her hand through her hair. You scoff, "with what car?" you ask, jokingly so, but still a genuine question. "Ha ha, fuck you, I was gonna take yours." she shrugs her shoulders, sitting back and looking through the window.

"Mine? You thought I was gonna let you borrow my car? Girl, that’s hilarious." you shake your head and poke your tongue in your cheek. "Shut up, headass, you’re driving us aren’t you?" she rolls her eyes.

You side-eye her while simultaneously keeping your eyes on the road. She just watches as the pretty lights flash by in the darkening night. The sun went down about half an hour ago, but the lit sky is still there, not too dark yet not too bright, just the perfect balance of darkness and daylight mixing into each other gradually.

"So do I have the privilege to know who we’re seeing now, or am I gonna have to start naming every artist you’ve listened to this year?" you speak about five minutes into the ride. The thought has been on your mind all day, and your curiosity is just getting the best of you to the point where you actually debated within yourself for a little while if you should try and name every one of her favorite artists.

"Yeah, you should try that," Nari answers dryly, not looking up from the window. "Bitch don't make me kick you out, you've been hiding this from me for two days." you snap back. You deserve to at least know who's music you're going to be listening to after having been dragged into a mess you didn't want to be in in the first place.

“You don't know them, I told you that." Nari softly mutters, not wanting to give away the big surprise. Is it even a surprise to be honest? If you truly don't know them she can just introduce you right now, instead of letting you walk into a concert without any knowledge whatsoever about what music they make.

"Fine, is it only one artist?" you ask. She never mentioned anything about there being more artists at this event, so maybe it's a tour concert from one of those pop singers she listen, that she bought tickets for. "They're a band, actually..." she murmurs, finally looking back at you while she searches for your reaction.

"Band? Like an instrument playing band?" you gape at her, eyes wide with shock. Since when does she listen to bands? She's never talked about listening to them. Nari nods, a small smile displayed on her lips as she looks down. Is she ashamed?

"Wait, what genre are they?" It seems almost impossible to hear that she actually listens to any bands. Nari's music choice has never been the best. "Uh..rock?" she states, although it comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

You almost choke on cold spit and your eyes bulge out of their sockets upon that sentence. Rock band? We're going to a rock concert? Where on earth did she even find this band? She listens to rock now? You're not judging, no shame in listening to rock, but Nari really hasn't told you about improving her music style and it’s just surprising.

"Since when do you listen to rock?" You go in between snapping your eyes from her and back to the road, genuinely shocked and waiting for answers. "It's not really rock, it's more like a um pop alternative rock that could fall into the rock category because it sounds somewhat like it." she explains.

You sigh, "Nari, alternative rock, is still rock, it's just two genres in one." you clarify, satisfied yet still a little shocked that she chose to go to a rock concert. "I know that," Nari mumbles, and you can almost tell she's pouting just by the way she sounds. "Well, what's their name?" you hope maybe this time it'll subconsciously slip off her tongue.

"You'll see when we get there." she whips her full head of chestnut brown hair you way, smiling so brightly that you can only see the creases of her eyes. You scoff, resting your head on your arm that's propped up on the window. It was worth a shot, you think. She really isn't letting go though, so if you genuinely don't like this band it's really her fault. You're pinning the blame on her.

You still don't understand why she chose to go to a concert of all places to seek a hookup, the club would've been just fine. Actually, the club would've been a million times easier than this. Most people at packed clubs seek a partner to go home with anyway, she could've just picked the best looking one there.

"Is it going to be crowded?" you ask, still a little worried about the amount of oxygen you can breathe in tight places. "Relax, it's not an actual concert. It's like a private event, only like a hundred lucky people won wristbands." she ensures. God, you can't explain the relief that washes over you upon hearing that.

"Are they a known band?" You settle on asking discreet questions, hoping you can get to know them a small bit before getting there. "Hm, I guess so? They have a good amount of streams on their stuff." she says, scrolling through her phone on an app which you assume is probably Spotify, because then she's showing the screen to you.

A list of some of their most popular songs, and you can say that most of them are pretty well known. They have good numbers.

You hum, making Nari turn her phone back and switch it off. She goes back to watching the outside view from the window, quickly flashing by because you're speeding on the road since the destination is still pretty far away. Why is it so damn far away? Almost a 45 minute drive and you're already tired. You're not used to driving for so long.

But you get there.

And when you do, Nari's tenfold more excited (read: annoying) than she was 45 minutes before. She's almost hopping with the way she skips down the parking lot, to the big muscular men you can only assume are securities waiting for the people. You jog up to her in time as she registers your names and shows them the wristband she has on, and you shove back the sleeve of your flannel to show them yours.

When you finally enter the scene, you realize Nari was actually right. The venue isn't as big as you thought, and there are only a few groups of people already, although you believe there are more waiting to get in or arriving. The stage is illuminated with a purple light streak cascading down on it, it looks pretty. How there's a drum set and a keyboard at the back simply waiting to be played on, it almost looks like it's only for show—a display.

You can hear a song playing in the background, faint but there. You mentally praise them for not shattering your eardrums from the moment you walk in, although the group of fans at the front of the stage is doing a damn near good job at it already.

You turn to Nari just in time as you see her pout, crossing her arms like a child as she sulks. "They already took up the front space, how am I gonna get them to notice me now?" she cries out, glaring at the kids at front, hoping they can make way for two more. "Whatever, let's get something to drink," she gives up, walking out of the room, and you trail after her like the babysitter—best friend you are.

"Why do you need them to notice you that bad?" you question, not getting why she seems so desperate for their attention. Wasn't she coming here to find a hookup? "Well how else am I gonna get one of them between my legs tonight?" she answers, loud enough to have the trio of girls that's walking right past you gasp in utter disbelief, or is it disgust? Whichever it is you couldn't tell because they scurry away fast enough with small whispers circulating between them. They look significantly young.

"Wait, you're planning on sleeping with one of them?" You stop in your tracks once you get to the bar. "God—Nari, is that why you did all this? Seriously?" You couldn't believe it. She wants to sleep with one of the band members. You'd understand if it was just a normal fan at this place, but she opted to go for the bigger prize instead. Of course she did, that's what Nari always does.

"What? There’s the problem; I get good dick and a good concert, it's a win win," she shrugs, and you're almost about to blow her head off before she continues talking, "plus, if anything you too can get good dick and a good concert." she winks at you before reverting her attention to the bartender who's asking what she wants to drink.

Your face scrunches up in disgust, and you clear out the thoughts of possibly sleeping with one of these band guys the second they infiltrate your mind. You don't even know them for fuck's sake, and Nari doesn't either. How is she so shameless about this? How is she so sure one of them would be willing to sleep with her? Or you?

Fuck, what if they think you're weirdos for putting yourselves up for sex.

"What makes you think I'd want to sleep with any of them?!" you whisper-yell, causing Nari to whip around and stare at you. Thankfully the bartender walked away before you could embarrass yourself like that. "I mean, they're very fucking hot, but you wouldn't know would you?" she giggles, resting her head on her palm. "Relax, if you don't wanna fuck any of them, then just enjoy their music, I swear they're really good."

"Yeah, I could've agreed with you if you gave me a little background check before we got here." you roll your eyes, scanning the area to see if there is anyone else that could be close enough to overhear your conversation. "Should I go to the bathroom now so I don't have to later?" she suggests, but doesn't even give you the chance to answer as she backs away from the counter and looks up at you, "wait for the drinks, I'll be right back." she states, shooting you finger guns before walking away in search of a bathroom.

She didn't even tell you what she ordered.

Five minutes passed and still no sign of Nari. You’ve already gotten the drinks she ordered and finished yours, leaving hers to coolly remain on the counter. You’ve been staring at it since it was slid there, ice thawing and dissipating into the water leisurely with the time that’s ticking by.

You don’t realize the man that eased his way to the counter at all. Not until he’s standing a few feet away from you and whistling, gaining yours and the bartender's attention. You turn your head to the side, eyes boring into the side of his head. He’s wearing a bucket hat wide enough to cover his hair, and a pair of shades, tinted black.

Why is he wearing sunglasses when the room itself is already dark enough?

Your eyes skim down to the rest of his outfit, mostly consisting of black articles. He looks like he dressed to impress too, just like Nari. Are rock fans always this dedicated? You furrow your eyebrows at the thought of him wearing sunglasses inside again, it makes him look a little funny.

You visibly stiffen your movements when you see him tugging his head back, impassively staring back at you with his lips pursed, and you quickly look back at the guy fixing up the drink he ordered. But you start to feel an immense sense of discomfort when you realize that he’s not letting up his gaze on your figure, so your eyes return to his, in hopes of getting him to stop looking at you.

Damn, the dude is not letting up.

You stare at each other for what feels like minutes—both silent but judging. Then you can hear a faint scoff coming from him as he turns back to his previous position. You don’t know what comes over you but your eyebrows furrow in annoyance, and you feel the need to call him out on whatever he just did, because it left something unsettling inside you and you don’t like it.

“What’s so funny.” you angrily blurt out, but only because of the pent up anger that has been boiling inside you for almost six hours already. He flashes you a glance before taking a sip of his drink (or whatever the hell type of shit they stirred up for him). You wait, quite impatient but still curious.

“You don’t know me, do you?” he finally starts speaking, and his lips curve upwards into a sneer. His voice sounds quite nice. Just the right combination of deep rich and honey that has you shuddering once he begins. “Was a little surprised, that’s all.” he adds, shrugging his shoulders and taking another swig.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” you ask, turning your body to face him. He definitely has all your attention now. You can’t see his reaction very clearly, the dark shades still hide his eyes well enough to rid you of that. But the noticeable smirk that stays on his lips gives you enough reason to believe your question didn’t take him aback like you thought it would.

“I’d prefer it if you don’t.” he objects, sighing in the process. You stare at him blandly, wondering if he’s being serious or not. “Then what’s your problem?” you fuse out, choosing to ignore the way he cranes his neck to crack it, because although it looks extremely attractive, you cannot help but be irritated. Definitely blaming this on Nari afterwards.

“What’s your name?” he inquires. He looks particularly uninterested. “__,” you say before you can process what he just asked. He nods and reverts his eyes back to the front.

Truthfully, he really didn’t need to get your name—he wasn’t even supposed to meet you back here, you weren’t even supposed to see him—but since you so obviously haven’t recognized him, he figured maybe he could just stay for awhile. You aren’t going to tell anyone anyway, you don’t even know who he is. He’s not going to be overweening and call you out on your mistake, although he felt a gush of sadness wash over him when you said you don’t know him, it hurt his pride just a little bit. He basically lost his chance in using his one true specialty on flirting with a pretty girl.

“What’s yours?” you ask. You don’t actually care about getting his name, but it only seems right to ask him for his after he asked you, so you do. But he backs away from the counter, turning to the side to face you, and he smiles, a seemingly appealing smile that has you blinking back in confusion.

“Don’t worry about that, yeah?” He raises his eyebrows in question, “enjoy the show,” he adds before turning around, and walking through a section of the big room that’s restricted for non-employees. That and the two tall intimidating looking men that walk behind him like personal bodyguards tells you that.

“Thanks?” you whisper, thinking about what he said before disappearing into the dark hallway like some sort of phantom trying to blend in with the shadows. Why didn’t he tell you his name? That’s kind of rude from him, asking you for yours yet refusing to give his. You don’t ponder on it for too long though, because you can hear the squeals of a certain someone while they rush into the room.

She’s panting when she finally stops next to you, chest heaving as if she just ran a mile to get here. “You won’t guess what just happened to me,” she exclaims, bouncing on her toes as she holds your hands for balance. “I met one of them!” she shrieks repeatedly, not giving you a chance to ask as she shakes your shoulders in excitement. “Nari! Calm down, fuck. Who did you meet?” you attempt to stop her over excited jumping, and she takes a moment to down the drink that’s been sitting there for almost ten minutes in one go.

“I met one—”she pants, breathing heavily, “one of the band members,” she says in between big gulps of air. Your eyes widen in shock, “wait, are you serious?” You're not sure if you believe what she just said. How did she just meet one of them? Aren’t they supposed to be preparing to perform? “I’m dead serious! We bumped into each other while he was leaving the bathrooms, and we just started having a conversation and—long story short, he said he’s excited to see me in the crowd in a few!” she squeals.

What the fuck.

“Speaking of which, in a few is literally less than 15 minutes, so let’s go push people out of our way so I can get to see the love of my life.” She doesn’t give you time to answer back as she grabs your hand, pulling you into the small venue again and pushing past people to find a good spot.

While waiting for the performance to begin, you find yourself glancing every two minutes at your phone screen, calculating how long it’ll take for the clock to hit the right time, and each time you switch on the phone, the minutes seem to go by slower.

You aren’t really too eager for it to begin either, you’re hoping in the few minutes that are left something drastic happens that can cancel the entire event so you can leave and head home. Or you can just walk out right now, but that isn’t really an option when you have an excited puppy as a friend. It still bewilders you how she even found them, and got tickets (which not to mention were literally bidded on by thousands yet she managed to win not only one but two) for an exclusive performance.

Or maybe what you don't understand is the fact that she listens to rock now. Last time you checked she still listens to Taylor Swift's old music, and calls them hits. So her listening to an entirely new genre of music had you perplexed the first time hearing it. But seeing her jumping on her toes eagerly just for a band is honestly endearing—she makes it look endearing, in her own little way.

All at once the remaining lights that once illuminated the rest of the room switch off and the faint music that you could once hear is not audible anymore, but you can hear people left and right shouting in your ear, and Nari beside you muttering a little 'oh shit' before joining them. You stay quiet, trying your best not to seem like the odd one in the sea of fans waiting for the long-awaited band to finally make an appearance.

You see the stage getting lit up with brighter shades of purple, while a group of what you guess guys make their way on it, all walking in a line. You can't see them very clearly but they do look seemingly tall. The one standing in the centre says something in the mic, although you can't hear anything and it comes out almost muffled with all the screams and yells that's blocking your hearing. You still try your best to solely focus on the voice speaking through the speakers.

He's introducing them.

You wait a few seconds for the screams to die down, muttering a thankful grace to yourself and focus in on the man talking. He talks about how happy they are to be able to hold a small show for their fans, and everything else you don't really care about, so you ignore the lengthy speech he's giving and avert your eyes on the other men standing beside him.

They all have approximately different heights, not one being the same as the other. They're all dressed in different outfits too. Some dressed in all black while others sport a more lively colored attire.

Despite their faces being somewhat obscured from your line of sight, you still get a well-enough view of their beauty from far away. They're definitely not what you were expecting, some are built while others weren't but that doesn't mean they're any less gorgeous. They're all handsome, maybe a little too much.

You're beginning to understand why Nari picked them.

Speaking of Nari, it's been quite awhile since you've heard her speak. Normally, she gives comments on every little thing, and with the way you've already found yourself mentally praising them without even knowing them properly, you guessed she would be ten times worse. She's oddly quiet though.

Before you can glance at what Nari seems to be doing, there's a loud cheer erupting in the room which startles you. You revert your attention to the stage, wondering why it's suddenly so loud again. The man has given the mic to another one of the band members, and he introduces himself before passing it down to the last one. The cheers seem to get significantly louder with each guy. The last one to get the mic speaks audibly into it, which has the crowd roaring with his unexpectedly nice voice.

But something else catches your attention rather than that godforsaken sexy voice that he has. It's the outfit he's wearing. It looks so familiar, you've seen it before. It's looks way too similar to the guy you-

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

That's the outfit the guy you talked to in the bar had worn, same exact clothes, just now he isn't wearing the black hat and shades he had on before. They're the same person? That's the same guy from before? You realize how he has the same broad shoulders, possibly the same height and overall looks identically to the guy you talked to before. Couldn't be...

Fuck, this so bad, it's terrible.

You feel embarrassed about what you did. It must've made you look stupid to blatantly say you don't know him when you're literally at his concert. God, why didn't he tell you? Could've at least saved you the embarrassment you have to face now that you know he's a part of the band.

Now you understand why he was apparently so surprised you don’t know who he was. It makes perfect sense. And this also explains the terrible choice of disguise he wore, yet still managed to pass with, because you obviously couldn’t see him. He knew you didn't know who he was, and he chose to not tell you and let you find out on your own.

That asshole.

He chose to make you embarrass yourself in front of him and he just stood there looking so proud of himself (which was possibly a little attractive) while you looked stupidly confused. He never gave you his name just so you’ll get it later when he introduces himself. And god, it’s such a brilliant idea but why did he have to do it to you?

It makes you want to crawl into a fucking hole and die. Just end everything right here. This is the most you can take as an adult.

After the introduction they pick it up with a few of their songs from their most recent album. You find yourself enjoying some while others you remain non-responsive. They have some good songs, but you can’t concentrate too much on them, because the only thing that keeps running through your mind is that damn encounter you had a while back with him.

Jungkook.

You don’t know why, but his name is the only one that stayed locked inside your memory after hearing him introduce himself. Actually, his name is the only thing that you’ve been thinking about since you’ve learned it. Not only your (painfully embarrassing) interaction with him, but just him in general. How he looked—how striking his features were even though you barely got a good look at his face. It didn’t matter, it was still enough to have you inwardly drooling as he spoke.

He looked good, too good. And it has you hoping you can catch another close (and personal) glimpse at him. Maybe strike another conversation with him, just so you can ogle at how pretty he looks when he smiles. Maybe if you explain your situation he’d understand and laugh it off? He didn’t seem like the type to be too full of himself.

Yet he did make you feel like an absolute fool. But that wasn’t entirely his fault—it’s technically yours for not knowing he’s in the band. No actually, it’s Nari’s for not telling you their name in the first place.

She just keeps finding ways to fuck up your night.

Having enough of the music blasting, paired with the screaming of fans singing in unison— although off-key and even the wrong lyrics— you push your way out of the crowd and take a deep breath once you finally get your personal proximity back. The horde of people practically fighting for their lives to get into the front line drained you more than actually listening to the music.

The set of big double doors looks exceptionally vacant now that everyone’s cramped up on each other. But a place where you don’t have to hear deafening noises would be much more appreciated. So you quickly slip out the room and make your way down the hall, before once again finding yourself in the now empty bar.

The bartender that used to be there is nowhere to be seen, leaving only you standing in the quiet and lifeless room. Though you’re not complaining—the less people the better, in your opinion. But then again, how are you going to entertain yourself now that you left the actual source of entertainment? Because Nari is not here, and she’s certainly not going to leave the performance just to come keep you company.

You stay there for what seems like forever in the quiet room. The big shelf full of bottles of alcohol that you’ve actually contemplated on counting to save time being your only companionship. You’ve scrolled mindlessly through your phone a few times already, to the point where you memorized which folders are placed where and what their contents are.

You wonder what would’ve happened if you were to reject Nari’s (not so much of an) offer to join her in coming to this shitty place. You wouldn't have known this band existed, not to mention they have actual good music that you might find yourself listening to in the future. You would also not have met Jungkook. If you could call that an actual meeting? Technically you haven’t directly met him yet. He spoke a few words then walked away without even leaving his name, despite you still having learned it later on.

It wasn’t the greatest of first encounters, but it was still something.

You would like to speak to him again, a proper conversation this time. Not some bad excuse of an embarrassing interaction with a cute guy, at least this time you do know his name. And despite knowing absolutely nothing about him other than that, you’re confident enough you can at least hold a conversation with him.

You haven’t been really paying attention to anything around you, the last time you looked around the room, there was an empty bottle of something sitting on the table, and the faint noise of the music playing from a couple doors down. You’ve tried your best to zone it out, but it’s like a ringing in your ear that’s very hard to get rid of.

You don't even notice the way your eyelids begin to droop shut over with traces of tiredness.

“Care to explain why I find you sitting outside of the venue by yourself for the second time tonight?” the sudden voice startles you back into reality. Loud and clear and still as attractive as before. You don’t have to raise your head up to even glance at who it is to know. You can feel his presence very clearly now that he’s spoken up. Yet you still do, the urge of wanting to see him again has been eating at you for the past hour already.

He just stands there, all sweaty and weary but he still looks so good. You take a second to rake your eyes down his body, head to toe just to admire how nice he looks clad in black. You wonder if he can tell how good he looks right now. He probably can. No he definitely can. There’s no way he just walks around not knowing it.

“It’s not nice to stare,” he tediously states, his eyes boring into yours after you finally finish checking him out. His hand—the one with all the pretty tattoos comes up to your chin, gently caressing it for not more than two seconds. He sighs and turns away, walking to the other side of the bar-counter and leaning on top.

“Answer my question.” he urges you, a head nod in your direction following to enhance his insistence. You don’t know why that one sentence affects you so much, but it does. Especially right after the chin caressing... What is he doing? You avert your eyes from his, finding it inexplicably difficult now to keep contact. “I want to be alone,” you answer dryly, still not looking at him. It isn’t a lie but it’s not exactly the truth.

“Why? Is the music not hitting for you?” he asks, mostly sarcastic but also a little genuine and concerned. “You know most people would be very happy if they got to win a wristband to a limited show,” he adds, calmly running his fingers over the edge of the table. You glance at him, sending a glare in hopes to get him to shut up. Frankly, now that you’re actually in the situation, you don’t even want to talk about how bad your day has been.

“It’s not everyday you see someone who doesn’t know who we even are at our show, so it’s just a little intriguing,” he claims assuredly, his voice not wavering from the sudden monotonous tone it dropped to. “I’m glad actually.” A chuckle runs through the quiet silence, and you don’t even have to look up at him to know he’s smiling right now, you can oddly feel it. It makes a chill run up your spine.

“It was amusing to say the least,” he concludes. You can hear the clink of the glass as it hits the counter, followed by the sound of alcohol pouring out of a bottle. You raise your head to observe just as he gulps down the liquid like he’s been needing a refreshment for a while.

“Why are you even here?” you ask, evidently groggy from the sleep you’ve been wanting to catch but keep getting deprived of. You’re already so tired and his presence really isn’t helping considering he’s just here to mock you. “To keep you company,”

“You look like you need it.” He slides the once again filled cup toward you, motioning for you to drink it just like he did.

“I don’t need your company, I need my bed.” you rub your eyes as you speak, concurrently while moving the glass back. You’re not drinking alcohol when you literally need to drive you and Nari safely back. “Let me take you home then.” he proposes, a gentle gleam in his eyes as he hopes you accept his (strangely) friendly offer—that he’d definitely not give every stranger he meets, but just this once.

“Do you realize you have a literal show going on that you’re not even present to? You should probably get back.” as anticipated, you decline in confusion. You tip your head, gawking at him as if he just said the most stupid thing ever. And you actually feel like he did. Jungkook shrugs, “I told them I went to the bathroom.” he responds, rather composed for someone who should be busy running back to his guests.

You scoff. “No one takes that long in the bathroom.” Getting up from the stool you borrowed, you sigh as another problem comes back to mind, the one that got you into this. “Besides, I can’t leave anyway, I'm here with a friend.” you say, groaning afterwards at the thought of staying here another hour or so just to wait for her.

“Your friend? You mean the one who hasn’t bothered checking up on you since you left?” he chuckles, shaking his head, “yeah, what a great friend you have,” he remarks. For some reason it pisses you off, maybe because it’s generally true. He’s technically not wrong, but you don't want him to be right.

“I know she’s not the best but no need to insult her. I did promise her I’d keep an eye on her.” you defensively explain to him. He needs to know that you can’t just leave her here with no ride back home. She’s practically by herself surrounded by strangers right now, you should be back there making sure she’s okay, instead you’re here with this asshole with a poor excuse to get into your pants that has done nothing but bother you since you’ve met him.

“Alright, then you don’t have to go home.” he proposes. “Just stay here.” he tells you, and you swear you can’t seem to keep up with him. Can he make up his mind? “I mean,” he continues, making his way back to the front of the bar, “we both know that’s not what I meant when I said let me take you home,” Jungkook saunters towards you and slides in between your legs by slowly parting them open.

You don’t know what comes over you—maybe it’s the shock, or maybe the sudden urge to have him against you, but you don’t do anything to preclude it, watching as he successfully cages you in with his muscular arms. You have to avoid his gaze and stare at his tattooed skin as he leans down. He seems so brawny up close and personal, so big and muscular. You have to stop yourself from getting any ideas by looking down at your lap, you can already feel the heat rising to your ears.

Jungkook chuckles, searching your eyes as you try to not make eye contact. “Hey, look at me,” he murmurs, lifting your chin up with his finger, “you wanna stay here, or do you want me to take you home?” he asks. If anyone would have been eavesdropping into your conversation, the question wouldn’t have had a suggestive innuendo in the slightest. But you do understand what he implied when he asked you it.

You bite your lower lip in thought, not missing the way Jungkook quickly glances down at them before blinking, reverting his eyes back onto yours. You ponder on it for what seems like ages, not knowing what to go for. There’s no one back here, anyway, who’s going to see you? You don’t want to go back to Nari. What’s the point if you’ve already missed half the performances.

“Do we have to go?” you mumble, scared to make too much noise. Jungkook shakes his head momentarily, leaning in closer, so close your noses are brushing. But he halts midway, and patiently waits for your answer. Your jaw locks involuntarily as you peer at his lips, pink and lush, and you wonder how nice it would be to feel them on yours.

Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this, kissing a stranger. It has got to exceed some sort of stranger danger limit, possibly has gone beyond it even. But he’s so close, just right there, in your reach and one tug forwards will send you flying into his embrace. It feels so nice, being within close range of him, being able to smell the perfume he used even though most of its scent has washed away. Being able to access his contact without even having to reach for it.

Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to succumb to whatever trance has you in, he already has you trapped inside, might as well make the best of it. You slowly lean in, still considering on flaking before things get any worse, but the sly smirk that his lips curve into tells you more than anything that there’s no way you’re getting out of this now.

Once you feel his perfectly well kept lips on yours, you melt onto them without even meaning to. The slow pace he chooses to go with only makes the blood in your system surge faster, making your body tense up, wanting more. For someone who you swear you’ve caught checking you out multiple times, he’s sure taking his time with things. Not that you complain, but you’d rather not have anyone see you making out in a practically public bar.

That’s until you feel his arms snake around your back, resting on your ass and pulling you closer to him, you gasp in the process, a meek little sound escaping your throat and Jungkook pushes himself forward, desperately grinding his crotch into you. Anything to have you making that pretty sound again. The strong grip he has on your ass makes it easier for you to inch closer to him. Close enough that his shallow thrusts make a noticeable impact on your body.

The hairs on your skin elevate into a painful reminder that it’s cold in the room and his body heat in contrast does little to prevail it. The useless flannel is not even doing its job anymore. So you part your lips from his in order to remove the fabric clinging to your body. Jungkook takes a moment to leer at your pretty form in his hold, you already look like you’re ready to keel over and he‘s barely done anything yet. He chuckles at the thought of seeing you completely fucked out if this is merely the beginning.

The silky skin of your neck becomes hot as Jungkook attaches his mouth to it, fervently sucking and lapping at it to create blemishes. Pretty bruises that he gets to revel in once he’s done with you. You muffle a whine as you hide your face in the crease of his neck, it’s all you can do as he continuously rocks into you while kissing your neck. But the flashy movement of something in the corner of your eye startles you and you shove him away as you see a girl pass by.

You pant breathlessly as you look at Jungkook, he seems to be dismayed with what you just happened. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks, remaining at his spot further away from you, giving you space since he thinks he’s done something wrong. “Um–no! No, just–maybe we shouldn’t be doing this here,” you stutter anxiously, biting your lip as you look around for anyone who might be observing. Jungkook seems to understand what you’re trying to say and nods, grabbing your hand and the shirt you’ve thrown to the ground in a hurry.

You don’t know where he takes you but you follow him, reluctantly glancing back to see if anyone has seen you. It doesn’t take you long to reach a more secluded place, which you’re grateful for because you just want him to touch you, that’s the only thing you can think about now, and the thought of it has you squeezing your legs together in order to not feel the wetness pulling between them.

You don’t care enough to thoroughly inspect the room, you don’t really know where he’s shoved you into, but there’s no one here to interrupt you and that’s all that matters, and Jungkook apparently thinks so too because the moment he shuts the door he pins you to it and nips at your bottom lip, going straight back to kissing. Only this time it’s far more heated than fervent, teeth clashing and tongue sucking like it’s the last time you’ll ever get to taste each other. You can taste the alcohol that still remains on his tongue, compelling you into a stupor created by just his lips. Right before Jungkook parts away from you, he makes sure to swirl his tongue around yours, letting a string of saliva connect both of your lips as he pulls away.

Normally you’d think it’s fucking gross, spit has never really been one of your turn ons—but the way Jungkook makes it look as if it’s the hottest thing ever has you reeling and you knees almost buckling. “Jump,” he insists, patting the back of your thighs to get you to comply. You’re not thinking clearly, which is the only reason why you obey and leap right into his arms. His hands settle on your ass again and squeeze, making you mewl into his mouth and he grunts in pleasure because you finally made that sound again. The one he’s been longing for ever since he first heard it. He can’t get enough, he doesn’t think he ever will.

Upon reaching the nearest table he sets you down, wasting no time ripping the clothes off your upper-halves, he takes a moment to admire your figure. The slight curve to your waist and hips has him almost drooling, he can’t wait to be able to hold onto them so tightly his grip leaves bruises there too. “Tell me what you want,” he mutters, and you have to momentarily stop breathing to sink in what he just asked from you. You don’t respond, feeling sheepish about the request. Why are you all of a sudden so reticent? Maybe it’s because admitting your thoughts out loud will leave you abashed if he isn’t into them. Or maybe because admitting them out loud is just going to leave you embarrassed when he hears the amount of things you’d like for him to do with you.

But fuck, if he wants you to then you’ll do it, anything just so you can feel his hands on you.

Jungkook stops his movements as he doesn’t hear a response from you, “if you don’t tell me what you want I can’t help you, darling,” he states, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. You whine at the contact, the pad of his thumb tracing circles on the flesh of your hot skin, heated because of how Jungkook peers down at you to answer. “Just—fuck me please,” you plead, a coil igniting inside you at the mere thought, and you wedge your legs together again as he smiles at you, “is that all you want?” he asks. He knows that’s not all, of course he knows, but he wants to hear you say it, wants you to tell him everything you want him to do.

You shake your head furiously, glancing down at his hand, the one with all the tattoos, “your fingers—” you stammer, too bashful to say the entire thing, but Jungkook understands, not needing you to say anything else because even though he loves the way you stumble with your sentences, he wants to be inside you, he’s been wanting to since the moment this all began, and god if he doesn’t get to do it soon he might just actually go crazy. “Want my fingers inside you, hm? Not ready to take my cock just yet?” he asks, so quiet, hushed to the point where the deepness of his voice drops an octave lower and influences how goddamn sexy it sounds.

You don’t say anything, opting to just shake your head silently as he traces his fingers on the inside of your thighs. Jungkook relishes in the soft contact your skin has, so pretty and supple and he wants to get on his own knees and mark every inch of the skin just to later admire how it looks. You’re thankful the clothes you chose to wear were easy to get off, the leather pants not being as tight and stuck to your skin as you thought, made it very easy for Jungkook to slide them off. The lacy underwear you oh so conveniently decided to wear (definitely not after Nari called you out on being grumpy and deprived of sex) gets tugged to the side and you feel a gush of pleasure wash over you when you sense Jungkook’s hand near your dripping core.

Jungkook places open–mouth kisses on your shoulder blade, stopping occasionally to suck on the soft flesh. He’s honestly not very sure how much longer he can keep it up. He moves aside some hair that’s been keeping your neck hidden from him, in an attempt to leave a few more marks on your neck, and you try to ignore the agonizingly slow swirls of his finger running up and down your folds. It feels so good, his hand on your soaked pussy feels so warm, but fucking hell if he doesn’t stop teasing and just fuck you already, you’re going to have to do it yourself.

Jungkook pulls his hand away from where you need it most and skims it up, lightly touching your searing flesh, not missing the chance to grab your breast and massage it gently, before earning him a stifled whine. He hums in satisfaction and continues his way up, before settling on throat. He wraps his hand lightly around your windpipe, and you take a deep breath expecting him to press, but he doesn’t. He draws you in closer by your neck, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before his hand suddenly tugs your jaw open, his thumb inching closer and closer to your mouth. Jungkook places his thumb on your bottom lip, tracing the skin slightly before pushing his way past it, placing his thumb right on your tongue.

“You want my fingers inside you, but you’re not willing to work for it.“ he grumbles, shaking his head as he peers down at you. You avoid his gaze by staring at his arm, fresh tattoos inked on his skin and they’re undeniably beautiful. “such a selfish fucking pussy,” he mutters, his other hand trailing down your torso and waist, before giving a light slap to your cunt. You jolt back, moaning around his thumb at the sudden action. Jungkook takes his thumb out, replacing it with two other fingers as you struggle to breathe calmly. “Suck on them, do something useful,” he taunts you, his other hand going back to rubbing slow circles against your clit. You whimper and give his fingers a brief suck, coating them in the saliva you’ve been secreting. You look up at him and his eyebrows shoot up, as if to ask you when you’re going to start doing what he says.

You swirl your tongue around his calloused fingers, coating and soaking them in your spit until it starts eventually slavering down your throat and his hand. You contract around nothing as his other hand presses on your clit, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth before trailing it back down to your pussy.

You keen loudly once he finally decides to insert a digit in, the slide being effortless as per the slick that has been ceaselessly pouring out of you. Jungkook watches as you arch your back subconsciously in an attempt to grind down on his hand, and he scoffs at your ungrateful behavior. “Is one not enough for you? You need more?” he teases, sliding in another finger as he pumps them in and out of you with a normal pace. The strain in his pants makes it unbearable for him to work with, but he’ll do it for you. Maybe he shouldn’t have chosen to wear jeans for this, but hell, he didn’t know he’ll be stuck with a girl who gets him going more than he could possibly think.

Your moans subsequently get louder with each pump of his fingers, the curving motion that he’s doing makes it harder to resist the need to cum. The way you gradually start clenching down on his fingers gives Jungkook the assumption that you’re near your orgasm, and he stops kissing across your collarbone and cleavage as he withdraws his hand from your wet cunt. You emit a low whine with the loss of contact, how dare he remove his fingers right when you’re about to cum? With one hand Jungkook ghosts his hand around the back of your bra, unhooking the clasp and removing it from your body, while he places the two fingers he just fucked you with in his mouth, lapping up the sweet arousal you’ve produced just for him.

You take a moment to collect your breath, glancing down to the almost prominent bulge he’s been obviously fighting for a while now. A snicker leaves your mouth and Jungkook has to stop himself from turning you around and making you cum on his tongue a few times. And honestly, he’d love to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, but he needs to be inside you right now. If it wasn’t for his torturously hard and leaking dick in his pants he’s been so painfully aware of (even you took notice of it for fuck’s sake), he would’ve done it. He would’ve loved to have you gagging on his cock, but if he doesn’t do something about it in the next thirty seconds, he’s worried it might actually explode.

He tugs at your dainty underwear, gesturing you to remove it as he focuses on removing the rest of his clothes. Once he’s done shoving the pair of uncomfortable jeans halfway down his legs, Jungkook takes you by your thighs, lifting you up and setting you back down into the table. You shouldn’t be worrying about how cold the surface feels against your bare ass, not when he’s there, nude and pretty much the exact picture you’ve been imagining for the last—two hours now?

He’s so buff, broad shoulders that could probably be used for carrying heavy loads almost tower above you in size. The sleeve tattoos you’ve been waiting to be uncovered finally revealed and, oh they’re so pretty, running up his arm and bicep, ending just a little above his shoulder. You want to take the time to dote on them, praising every splash of ink dotted onto his skin. But Jungkook wraps your legs around his waist, and pulls you closer, aligning himself with your entrance, you lean back, reclining on the table as he pulls you by your hips to be as close to him as possible.

“Fuck—” you mutter, a quiet moan escaping your lips when he drags the tip of his cock down your slit, coating himself with your arousal before sliding in almost gradually to the point you can feel every muscle stretch around him. He’s so big, fills you up so well, not an inch of you isn't satisfied with the way he fits inside you just perfectly. Jungkook grunts when he feels you clamp tightly around him, making it difficult for him to inch further into you. So he pulls out—unfortunately so, he already misses your deliciously addicting walls around him—and shoves himself back in with an intensity that has you becoming woozy as he thrusts into you.

Moans spill out of your mouth without you wanting them to, and you have to bite down on your wrist to prevent them from getting any louder as Jungkook leans down, catching one of your breasts in his mouth and sucking, sucking and licking until the bud of your nipple is fully perked and the skin around it swollen. He retracts, glorifying your form beneath him, so pretty and fucked out, so sensuous and fragile and he doesn’t know if he can keep it up much longer with how you’re whispering and uttering lecherous mewls. Your hips move on their own accord, sinking down in time with his, making his tip hit different spots in you that have you begging for release.

“Shit—you feel so good,” he grumbles, relentlessly drilling into you with a faster pace. “You’re doing so good, fuck—being so good for me,” his moans sound so sultry in your ears, euphonious sounds echoing in your head like bells, and the words slipping past his lips too, perfect chants and praises you’d like to relish in forever. You whine perpetually at the thought of having him praise you like this endlessly without reason. You want to say something back, maybe about how good he’s making you feel, or how perfectly his cock fits inside you, but you can’t—can’t even begin to think about forming coherent phrases. Maybe if he wasn’t sucking on your tits like his fucking life depended on it while inconsistently thrusting into you, you could’ve formulate a sentence, but instead you just moan, keen in response and Jungkook is more than delighted to be able to hear those pretty whines.

Just as you feel the thread keeping you together snap, Jungkook draws out, and you groan at the delay you have to face yet again. But that’s quickly replaced with a whiny gasp when he flips you over, your stomach now laying flat on the surface of the table, and Jungkook traces his thumb up and down your cleft, glazing his fingers in the mess you’ve made. He lets a small splotch of spit drip down to the crevice of your ass, and he uses his thumb to rub it down your slit, briefly sinking it inside your cunt and pumping in and out, watching as the excessive amount of slick that coats your pussy dribbles down your thigh.

The view he’s been gifted with is enough to have him almost coming, but he replaces his thumb with his cock, and dives himself deep inside you, hitting every spot within you perpendicularly. So gorgeous you look, so pretty you sound, so nice you feel and god, he can’t take it. His hand sneakily makes its way down to your stomach, and he lifts your hips just slightly, placing his bag hand on your lower abdomen. In one fast movement Jungkook sheathes himself all the way inside you, his cock brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly and his hand pressing down firmly on your abdomen. You can feel the way he continuously batters your lower stomach, and you sigh, and you know he can feel how your belly protrudes against his hand. A muffled cry leaves your mouth as Jungkook pistons his cock inside you, brimming you with his girth while he leans down, smothering kisses across your back and nape.

He leans into your ear, nibbling slightly on your lobe before sighing, “so pretty, such a pretty slut just for me, right?” he coos, his heart palpitating and you can feel it against your head. You nod in agreement, you head moving up and down intensely as you opt to slam your ass back against his hips to bury him deeper within you. His thrusts seem to slow down, sloppily ramming into you as he feels himself nearing his climax. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He didn’t think he’d be coming so soon, but he should’ve known better if it was your pussy he was so generously given to gratify. He takes a few seconds to thrust into you before pulling out, maneuvering himself so the thick spurts of cum land on your back instead.

Jungkook doesn’t fail to notice the way you’re both a moaning mess, and he relishes in the sounds you make, wiping the excess come that remain on his tip before so kindly pushing himself back in, and he instantly notes the way you clench around him, seemingly close to your orgasm as well. He makes a few slow drags, watching as the substance that paints your pussy surges out of you and coats his cock. “Mmh, keep—keep doing that,” you stammer, the first sentence you’ve said since he started fucking you. Jungkook complies, his eyes rolling to the back of his as he pulls out just to push back in. “Fuck—so big, fills me up so good,” you purr, your chest undulating heavily as you try to keep your mind at bay.

“Cream on my cock, baby, I know you can.” he coerces. He thinks it’s about time he lets you come anyways, you’ve been so good for him, so docile beneath him, it’s the least he can do. You give a meek little nod, whining as you feel the coil that’s been pleading to burst finally let loose, and you convulse around him, shuddering and wailing and your legs shake. “Such a good girl,” he praises, caressing the curve of your waist as he waits for you to regain your composure. “So perfect for me, yeah?” he coos, subsequently pulling out and smiling as he hears the small whine emit from your throat. Jungkook stuffs two of his fingers inside your dripping cunt, gaping at the way you spasm around them and the come-covered slick that gushes in and out of you as he fucks you.

He decides to spare you from another orgasm and pulls his fingers out, not paying any mind to your dragged out moan as he laps up the substance from his digits. “You taste so fucking good, __.” he grumbles, and you have to grit your eyes tightly in order to not witness the scene, you’re so close to asking him to fuck you again. But you know if you let that happen, there’s no way you’d be able to walk out of this room, even less so driving 45 minutes back home.

Jungkook flips you around, making you sit straight up. The coldness of the table mixed with the wetness between your thighs makes you arch your back, wanting to escape the feeling. Jungkook pulls you towards him, catching your lips in a heated kiss, you can taste yourself on his tongue and it just makes you dart yours further into his mouth. His hands run soothingly across spine, traveling to your hips and waist, and your fingers tug on his hair in return, making him groan in the kiss. Jungkook pulls away, moving the stray hairs that stick messily to your forehead and backs up, pulling his pants back on and disappearing into another room.

You take the moment to gather your thoughts, catching your breath and sighing. You did not expect whatever the hell just happened, but you’re not complaining, you terribly needed it. Jungkook was just the first person willing to give it to you, so you took your chances, and yeah it was possibly the best sex you’ve ever had, but you don’t know if you want it to happen again. Something inside you tells you there’s no way this would be the last time you see each other though, and that frightens you. How easy it was to sleep together despite the obvious tension you had at the first meeting.

It was a one time thing.

Jungkook comes strolling his way towards you, a towel in one hand and two water bottles in the other. You silently praise him for grabbing a bottle of water on his way back, the dryness in your suddenly becoming palpable. “Here, drink this,” he urges, handing you a bottle, and he doesn't need to tell you twice. You reach out and snatch the bottle, quickly removing the cap and gulping down the water to quench your thirst. Jungkook scorns at you, watching as you attempt to squeeze your legs together to prevent fluid from seeping down.

He separates your legs with his hand, intruding in your personal space again. This time though, he’s sure you won’t be surprised by his actions, and he uses the towel to clean the mess between them. You sigh, a satisfying feeling washes over you when you don’t feel so sticky anymore. “Thank you,” you quietly say, not wanting to invade the peaceful silence and make it awkward. “For what?” he asks, still concentrated on thoroughly cleaning you up before backing away, in search of your clothes.

“For the–um, water,” you sheepishly respond, and you want to slap yourself for becoming so shy again in his presence. Jungkook hums, his eyebrows shoot up in response, “only for the water?” he taunts, a small smile decorating his lips as you feel your cheeks heat up. You give him a bashful nod in return, opting to not give him any more attention to not make you a mousy little bitch in front of him. You slip off the edge of the table and bend down to grab your undergarments, ignoring the slight soreness in between your thighs and the way they still faintly quiver.

Jungkook makes it easier for you by tossing you the rest of your clothes, and he grabs his own shirt and tugs it on. He searches for his phone before quickly cheing the time, “we should hurry, they’re fast walkers.” he jests, and you roll your eyes as you bite back the need to laugh.

The two of you quickly leave the room after making yourselves look somewhat presentable, and you sneak past the way you came from before Jungkook gets pulled back. You watch as he gets dragged by your best guess is one of his friends, but you don’t miss the smug smile he sends you before turning back.

In the corner of your eye you catch Nari leaving the room in search of you, and you try your best not to stagger as you try to catch up with her. “Where the hell were you?” she probes, a concerned and irritated expression visible on her face, and you give her a blank stare before continuing to walk. “I’ll explain tomorrow,” you lie, there’s not a chance you’ll be explaining anything to her, even if she’s your friend. “I just wanna sleep.”

Nari frowns, but doesn’t ask anything else, she can tell that you’re exhausted by the way you speak. “Okay,” she starts, “you know, I didn’t get to sleep with him,” she states, and you stiffen upon hearing her, the memory of you and Jungkook still fresh on your. “But at least I got his number. That’s a positive,” she continues, and you had to stifle a laugh because she failed to do what she came here to, but at least she enjoyed the concert. “Yeah, you’ll get there, don't worry.” you reassure her.

You want to scream at that alarm.

It’s been blaring for two minutes now, and it’s causing you a headache. You want to turn over and switch off your phone, but the soreness in your muscles are very prominent this early in the morning. So you groan and scour your entire bed for that damn phone. And when you finally find it, you want to chuck it across the room for giving you so much so early. And you would’ve if it wasn’t for the obscene amount of messages you’ve received overnight.

But one catches your eye. A number you don’t have registered in your phone. And you’re suddenly anxious to read them, not knowing why an unknown number would be texting you so late at night. But you sigh and press on the notification, making it enlarge on your screen so you could get a better look.

+ 82 463 7279: So when can I come by for my second round? - J.K

end notes: i have no clue who’s number it is that i used for this but it’s definitely not jungkook’s.

anyways, i left the ending ambiguous so it looks like it isn’t the last time they’ll see each other, i also implied it into the story as well.

edit: apparently this didn’t queue and i added the wrong time? 😭 i had to schedule it again so i’m an hour late. i’m so sorry !! i hope you enjoyed it though <3

© 2020 jeongjuk

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death valley (m) | part 0

summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you 

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader

genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.6k 

warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jimin 

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. it’s wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.

“Here’s one of studios” Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. “They all look the same pretty much and oh!” He backed away as the door slid open.

You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldn’t believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.

You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldn’t help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.

Namjoon didn’t seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.

He didn’t bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.

“That was Min Yoongi! The head producer. He’s really good—he basically produces all of our artists songs.” The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that man’s face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.

“Y/n?” A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. “Earth to Y/n”

“S..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?” Namjoon smiled knowingly.

“I asked if you were free tonight.” He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. “There’s this awesome local…hang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. It’s called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and then…and there’s one tonight” You noticed him blushing slightly, “Anyway if you’re free. You should definitely come”

You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. “Do I just meet you there? How does it work?” Namjoon shifted his weight.

“When you get there, just show them that flyer and they’ll take you where you need to go. You’ll find me don’t worry”

You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket. 

The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it. 

You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldn’t tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.

You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.

“Name?” He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. “Hm” He eyed your figure, “Nice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.”

Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasn’t too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.

“Nice jacket” You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.

“Thanks. I’ve been getting that a lot”

“We don’t get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m here for the fight. My friend invited me. He’s expecting me so I better…” The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.

“Perfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the way”

You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.

“Hey!” You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.

“Trust me. You probably aren’t gonna wanna wear that in there” His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. “Come on jacket girl, let’s go have some fun”

You couldn’t even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.

“Who are you meeting? I can probably help you find them” He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.

“My colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to find” Taehyung burst out laughing.

“Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “Damn…Joon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking joke” He smirked meanly, “You’ll see him soon enough.” You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space.  Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.

“What the fuck” You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoon’s fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.

“How much did you bet on him…doesn’t matter.” He paused, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, “Consider it done”.

You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.

“I think I need some air. How do I get out of here?” Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasn’t the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.

“I thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?” You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. “Scum. This is why I don’t like working with street rats” The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The men exchanged a few more words that you couldn’t hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.

He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocent—looking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.

“Sorry…I’ll…go around” You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didn’t get up. “Are you okay?” You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. “Shit you look hurt. Hold on” You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. “Here” You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.

“How did you even get here?” He finally spoke.

“I just came out of the ring for some air…wandered a bit”

“No one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?”

“Um…” You thought carefully, “T…taehyung? I think was his name”

“Of course” The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n” You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.

“You look really hot like that.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Bet you suck cock real good”

You scoffed. “I just fucking saved your ass and that’s what you have to say” You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.

“How rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?” You couldn’t help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious. 

“I don’t even know you”

“Exactly”

You shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didn’t seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.

“Well I’m not sucking your dick on this dirty floor” You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boy’s lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.

“A hottie like you has no business in a place like this” He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your top’s straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.

“I’m Jungkook by the way” He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly. 

He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasn’t the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.

You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.

“Lick” His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.

“Damn okay. You’re a filthy little slut huh” You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. “You like it rough?”

You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. “You couldn’t handle it” You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkook’s eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.

“Get the fuck on my cock right now” He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. “Holy fuck…fuck…fuck” He whimpered, holding you tight.

You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.

“You love that don’t you” He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. “Pretty little slut, riding my cock like this…thats right baby…”

You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans brush against your ass.

You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.

“Fuck you’re hot” He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. “Fucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperate…fuck…” He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.

“Ahhh Jungkook” You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didn’t care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.

He leaned back, slapping your thigh, “Come on baby…cum on me…cum on my big cock like the slut you are…want to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum” You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.

You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.

“Fuckkkk yesss. Just like that baby” Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.

You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. “Get on your knees” He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.

He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.

You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum

“So pretty” He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.

“Can I get your number?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.

“No” He grinned, patting your cheek, “But trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to” He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.

You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.

“Who are you really? Where did you get that jacket?” You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? “Is this a fucking set up?”

“What…no…I?” You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.

“Don’t move” Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. “Get back in the fucking chair you piece of shit” The man behind you growled, “You’re not going anywhere till we get our fucking money back”

You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.

The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor.  You turned around and you entire body froze.

Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.

You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.

-

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.

You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldn’t find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.

Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls

You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.

You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.

“Y/n! Hey!” He walked up to you eagerly, “I couldn’t find you after the” He looked around carefully “after last night, I got a bit…caught up…I’m so sorry. Did you have fun?”

“When were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?” You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.

“Yeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I can’t afford any studio time yet.” Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, “I wanna be a rockstar”.

At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.

From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.

You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, “Like Park Jimin?” Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.

“Yeah. Like Park Jimin”

-

You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.

“Hi! Y/n right?” He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. I’m a songwriter and junior producer” He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.

“So tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?”

“I’ve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a band…” You paused, “Well I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.”

Hobi chuckled, “How interesting. He only recently signed with us. That’s what we’ll be working on today. Although quite honestly I’m a bit worried since he hasn’t worked on music in a while”

You nodded, “Yeah that’s what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all that” You realized you were talking shit about a client, “Um…I mean that’s probably not true”

“No that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugs…the power” He trailed off. “Get some damn good songs out of it though” You laughed.

“Jimin should be here any second” Hobi looked at his watch.

You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jimin’s face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.

The universe was really testing you today wasn’t it.

“Hi there!” Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, “Sorry I’m late” He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, “I guess you know who I am…Miss Y/n”

“How do you know my name?” You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.

He bit his lip, preventing a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.

“Alright team.” Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. “I’ll roll. Let’s make some fucking music”

You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You don’t know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.

Jimin turned to look at you, “Mmm…” His hand slid under your skirt, “Something about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heart” He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. “I want snacks” Jimin pouted, “Hobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry too”

Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jimin’s giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.

“What do you remember?” He asked sternly. So it really was him.

“I…” You weren’t sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. “I’m sorry?” You feigned innocence.

“Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?”

Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. “Yes. I hooked up with him, but I don’t remember anything else” Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.

As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. You’d get invited to gatherings, that’s where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.

You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.

Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.

“Wanna try?” He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldn’t exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. “Go ahead baby girl. Snort it” You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. “Cute. My turn” You tilted your neck but he tutted, “Not there baby girl,” He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.

“Rightttt hereee” Jimin traced a line down your chest. “Is that okay with you?” He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.

“Yes” You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingers—occasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.

He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. “Do you mind if I do this?” He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didn’t know exactly what his intentions were. “Can I suck it baby girl?” You nodded dumbly. Jimin’s mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.

“Jimin” You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.

He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didn’t care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. “Do you feel that baby girl?” He snickered, “What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?” You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. “You gonna let daddy have his way with you?”

“Yes” Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.

You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.

“C…condom” You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.

“You’re not on birth control?” He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. “You better get on it, because I’m gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I don’t wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?” You nod, “Say it” He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.

“Yes…daddy” You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.

“I love that fuck…you’re so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love it” Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.

“So good daddy. I want more…” You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, “More….more…more daddy more” Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.

“Mmm yes…being such a good little…fuck…little cock sleeve for daddy hm?” The table creaked loudly and Jimin’s movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.

You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.

He doesn’t even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. “Bend over. Let me take you from behind” He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t know why you weren’t resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.

You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didn’t held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.

“It hurts…” You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.

“Like I give a fuck” Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. “Suck me off baby. I’m almost done” He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.

“Fuckkkk….so fucking close…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.

Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.

“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. “Be ready with protection next time okay?” He glanced around the room, “Tell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all up”

You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.

“You’re just leaving?”

Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. “Card’s yours. Deal with it” He shrugged, walking out.

You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.

So that’s how it was gonna be then.

-

Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.

And you thought your day couldn’t get worse.

“Shit. Sorr—“ Yoongi’s voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.

He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.

“Wear this” You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldn’t stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.

“I…I’m good now” You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. “Thank you sir”

“Don’t mention it” He didn’t smile, he didn’t frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.

series navi | masterlist | [ next ]——ᐅ

a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in “part “. 

why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyung’s phonecall about? stay tuned :) 

[bratkook]

another taste. (m) jjk.

pairing. rockstar!jk x reader genre. smut, pwp word count. 1.2k warnings. oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, needy bed humping, spit, jk cums in his pants <3 note. ily pasc, muah ! (will tumblr tag this who knows!!)

The soft skin of your thighs rubs against Jungkook’s cheeks as he peppers kisses onto them, warm to the touch, slightly trembling from the earlier orgasm he had drawn out of you. He isn’t satisfied though, he never was until you were left in tears, writhing on the bed.

“Kook,” you whine, breathy and thick with lust, but he loves when his name sounds like that coming from you. And when your fingers tangle into his long black hair and give it a good yank he looks up at you, brow raised in question, teasing smirk on his shiny lips.

“What baby?” he mumbles, large hands gripping the meat of your thighs tightly, slowly spreading them out further and blowing a gust of air onto your sodden folds. A teasing laugh escapes him when you shudder, hips rutting up in search of more, desperate to feel his mouth on you again.

“You’re teasing me.” How you have the guts to say that when you’ve cum twice already from his mouth and hands alone is beyond him. He appeases you though, dark eyes staring at you with so much hunger swirling in them as he leans closer and places a soft kiss onto your clit, the sensation making you tremble.

“Sorry baby, just want another taste.” he whispers, sending you a wink before he's diving back in. The sensitivity instantly makes you gasp, back arching off the bed as the dull throb rekindles the fire inside of you, spreading to your limbs until you were turning into the sinful vixen he loved to see.

Jungkook always got like this after shows, high off the adrenaline the crowd gave him, needing a final ego boost in the form of you crying out his name. The minute he was off the stage he was dragging you out of the venue, sometimes he didn’t even make it that far, but he preferred the comfort and privacy of a hotel room, not a fan of you having to muffle your cries.

This show of his had been one to remember, being called for two encores, the crowd matching the band’s energy like no other; safe to say Jungkook didn’t even bother stripping out of his clothes before he was slipping his hand between your thighs, letting his mouth follow. He was always insatiable when it came to you, wanting nothing more than to live between your thighs, feel the sting of you pulling his hair while you lost yourself in the pleasure. Seeing you fall apart beneath him time and time again got him off, left him aching in his jeans, had him moaning into your pussy while he slowly rutted his hips into the edge of the mattress.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps, leaning back a bit before suddenly, he’s spitting onto your messy folds, watching in awe as it drips down your slit and over your entrance, mixing in with your arousal before meeting the bedsheets.

When his middle fingers slowly slip inside you, you melt into the sheets, head thrown back as you moan out. Jungkook revels in it, latches his lips around your swollen clit as he thrusts his fingers inside you, warm walls wrapped tightly around them. He already knows how you’d feel around his cock, sucking him in each time he pulled out, always so greedy.

His own hips speed up, humping the bed like a horny, desperate mess. It makes the bed rock and it grabs your attention. As you slowly lift your head, licking over your dry lips, you smirk when you see his hips moving. The dark strands between your fingers get twirled around, a small gasp spilling out of you when he gets the rhythm just right, the way he always does.

“This gets you off huh?” you giggle, letting one foot press into his back, urging him closer to your dripping pussy, letting you feel his movement better. Jungkook just groans, curling his fingers inside of you until they met the rough patch a few inches in, satisfied when you choke and stutter on your teasing words. “It’s—fuck—it’s hot, seeing you like that. God, Kook,” you cry, keeping your strong hold on his hair when you feel the coil inside of you tightening up, the earlier orgasms bringing you closer to release faster than before.

Jungkook feels the way you tighten around his fingers, and when he glances up at you with a mouthful of your pussy, he sees the way your stomach tenses, how your tits bounce as you gasp in a breath, your face scrunching up in the most adorable way, it almost made him forget the filthy things he was doing. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue one more time, the remnants of the last two still lingering but he needed more.

He whines louder now, the friction against his cock sending tingles up his spine, increasing as he quickened his pace. He’s been hard for what seems like hours, heavy and aching in his jeans while he took his time with you, pushing away your hands when you attempted to touch him, wanting to focus solely on you.

You could tell he was close, his left hand gripping onto your thighs tighter, dimpling the skin, the flicks of his tongue getting faster. Jungkook was about to blow his load from eating you out, and you had never seen a sexier sight. Your breathing stutters, throat tight as you gasp lewdly when he sucks with force, knowing just the right way to push you over.

“F-fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, attempting to shut your legs around his head, running from the feeling but he has none of that, keeping his hold on you until finally, you’re pushed over the edge. “Shit—“ you scream, cutting off the rest of your sentence as you writhe around, hips rutting up into his mouth while he coaxed you through it.

The way you gush around his fingers, drenching his digits and the bottom half of his face, the thick smell of sex filling the air and the soft mewls you let out push him over. Jungkook groans loudly as his hips stutter on the bed, pulling away from your cunt and letting you see his jaw drop as he finally cums. Warm spurts of cum soak into his underwear, smearing around as he milks his own orgasm with shallow ruts, whimpering in sensitivity as he comes to a halt.

“Wow,” you pant, resting your arm over your forehead as you try to catch your breath, skin tacky with sweat, inner thighs messy with his spit and your arousal. Jungkook hums in response, resting his cheek on your thigh before placing another soft kiss to the skin.

“Jeon Jungkook, notorious rockstar, cums in his pants. Who would’ve thought.” Your foot playfully nudges his back, snickering when he shoots you a teasing glare. You know you’ve done it when he starts to crawl over your body, not caring about the obvious wet spot on his jeans. “Should I give TMZ the inside scoop?”

“Yeah, go ahead and let them know how I made you scream my name so loud the hotel filed a noise complaint.”

“That didn’t happen,” you tut, smirking up at him as you playfully tap his nose. The smirk gets wiped off your face when he grabs your hips and flips you over, delivering a swift slap to your ass and laughing when it jiggles.

“The nights still young baby.”

[ahundredtimesover]

March 2021 Reads

Hello! All my March reads of JK fics are listed below. Please note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions and much love to the authors (reblog, comment!) and to our sweet lil bun jk 🐰

Problem with you by @monvante (f) - best friend’s brother au (read if you want fun characters and something sweet, sexy, and soft)

Mad money by @h2yeri (f) - spy au (read if you want romcom-type fic with 21jump street/b99 vibe and fun jk)

The golden boy by @luxekook (s) - workmates au, teachers au (read if you want sexual tension and really adorable jk trying to impress oc and good smut)

Satan on the strip by @noir0neko (s) - fantasy au (read if you want something mysterious, sexy, good smut, and something a lil dark)

Cherry bomb by @bubblebeom (f, s) - workmates au, bar au (read if you want sweet bartender jk, fun flirting, lovely smut, and something soft and sexy)

Worth fighting for by @joonsdiary (ongoing) (a, f) - royalty au, historical au, general jk (read if you want lovable characteristics, intriguing plot, so much tension, and just something really good and well-written)

Jungle by @another-army-spot (f, s) - rockstar jk (read if you want adorable blond jk, relatable oc for the thirst, and a great mix of fluff and sex)

Last call by @xjoonchildx (s) - strangers au, bar au (read if you want really hot and sexy and cheesy jk with delicious smut)

Can’t be without you by me (a, f, s) - best friends au, underground fighter jk (read if you want a hurt/comfort fic and something sad but hopeful)

On camera by @agustdiv1ne (s) - boyfriend au, youtuber jk (read if you want something cheeky and reallyyyy hot)

Down a peg by @btsracket (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want pegging action and something really hot but a lil emotional as well)

Mutual by @seokjxnnie (s) - fwb au (read if you want a self-indulgent read of really hot smut)

Flame on water by @btsmosphere (a) - mafia au, assassin au, bodyguard au (read if you want something well-written with a great mix of action, mystery, and drama)

Fwb by @btsarmy9593 (f, s) - best friends au (read if you want good sexual tension and smut and just something funny and hot)

Breathe for you by @illneverrecover (f, s) - husband au, parents au, dad jk (read if you want something soft and warm with sweet dad jk)

All over you by @zibermuda (a, s) - college au, nerd jk (read if you want something fun, really hot, with complex characters, and great messages)

Sacrifices by @jiminiethot (f, s) - husband au, parents au, dad jk (read if you want cheeky and sexy lovemaking and really sweet husband jk)

Fortuity by @yoontopia (a) - detective au, childhood friends au (read if you want something well-written about longing, good angst and tension)

How can I help you, sir? by @krreader (s) - boss au, workmates au (read if you want something so so hot and sexy and a quick turn on)

Under the moonlight by @flowerwrites06 (a, s) - werewolf au, fantasy au, alpha jk (read if you want something well-written with sexy and mysterious jk and good smut)

Thinning thread by @flowerwrites06 (a, s) - husband au (read if you want a quick well-written story that hurts bc of really good angst and smut)

The CEO’s son by @honiboyyoon (s) - workmates au (read if you want cocky jk but something so funny and hot and filthy)

Speeding ticket by @minstrophywife (s) - cop au (read if you want something reallyyyy hot and sweet)

Take what isn’t mine by @jimlingss (s) - sister’s boyfriend au (read if you want a quick angsty and intense read)

Just benefits by @sangsanghaebwa (s) - college au, fwb au (read if you want non-dramatic fwb fic with sweet and cute jk)

Why’d you only call me when you’re high by @sangsanghaebwa (a, s) - exes au (read if you want a short read of good angst and smut)

Hands-on learning by @ladyartemesia (s) - grad school au (read if you want a great balance of funny and hot, orgasmic story-telling, and really good smut)

Worst of you by @oureuphoria (a, f) - cop au (read if you want romcom/coming-of-age type of fic with unusual and fun character dynamics and something fun with some angst)

Sunday morning by @7cypher (f) - (read if you want shy singer jk ft. his covers and a soft and adorable read)

Suspended, seduced, surprised by @jimlingss (f) - (read if you want a cute and fun short read with cocky but clueless jk)

Brown-eyed baby pt1 + pt2 by @jeonstudios (a, f, s) - exes au, single dad jk (read if you want something so well-written and so good, with all the emotions, the smut, and heartbreaking and comforting moments)

Google doc by @jeonstudios (f) - husband au, dad jk (read if you want something fun with banter, a dash of angst, and good dynamics)

Big enough for both of us by @btsmosphere (f) - college au (read if you want something so soft and warm and adorable with shy jk being all cute)

Os: Dirty Temptation by @meowstea (s) - brother’s best friend (read if you want hot and intense smut with really hot oc and jk being all weak for her)

August by @cutechim (a) - modern royalty au (read if you want a quick read of pain)

Punchline by @kidguk (f) - strangers au (read if you want a quick soft and comforting read)

Different paths by @taehyungiejiminie95 (a) - exes au, parents au, dad jk (read if you want something heavy with emotions written so well)

Like you used to by @bratkook (a) - exes au (read if you want a well-written fic of pain and longing)

Other half by @whatifyoulivelikethat (s) - roommates au, fwb au (read if you want a perfect balance of humor, softness, bit of angst, smut, and great moments)

Empty space pt1 + pt2 by me (a, s) - cop au, police officer jk (read if you want drama and smut)

2! 3! by @gimmesumsuga (f, s) - idol jk, boyfriend au (read if you want something soft and sweet and fluffy hot sensual sex)

Nerve by @fictivewriters (s) - boss au, workmates au, ceo jk (read if you want something hot with great sexual tension and shy ceo jk)

Illicit episodes by @hoseoksactualass (s) - boss au, ceo jk (read if you want glorious smut and something so sexy and hot and fun and a huge turn on)

Pop goes the cherry by @1oserjk (a) - brother’s best friend au (read if you want a quick angsty read and good storytelling)

To be urs by @1oserjk (a) - best friends au (read if you want another quick angsty sad read)

Constant craving by @rubycoast (a, f) - best friends au (read if you want something gut-wrenching and beautifully written)

Steamy pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4 by @jungkookiebus (f, s) - brother’s best friend au (read if you want a journey of good smut and softness)

Thigh-highs and neckties by @you-know-bts (s) - (read if you want something incredibly hot and delicious smut)

Covet by @honeyedhoseok (s) - boss au (read if you want good smut and hot and sweet businessman jk)

Once upon a bracelet by @ladyartemesia (a, s) - soulmates au, fantasy au, royalty au (read if you want something magical with good plot, angst, and smut, so much feels and something so well-written)

5 times Jungkook never kissed you and 1 time he did by @vyduan (a, s) (read if you want something different, drabble-type, and angsty)

Tough luck by @alpacaparkaseok (f) - neighbor au, doctor jk (read if you want a quick super cute and funny read with shy and awkward jk)

For tonight (stay with me) by @koyamuses (a, s) - fantasy au, god jk (read if you want a calming setting and a good but sad love story)

Now to forever by @aiimaginesbts (a, s) - exes au (read if you want good tension and well-written pain and heartache)

Ego killer by @zibermuda (a, s) - college au, fuck boy jk (read if you want a well-thought out story of hurt, comfort, great messages, and hot smut)

Strawberry boy by @bubmyg (f) - best friends au (read if you want sweet jk and something so cute and adorable)

That kind of morning by @whatifyoulivelikethat (s) (read if you want something funny and really hot)

Pretty boy by @inkedtae (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want something a lil tense but really hot)

(monthly reads masterpost)

[the-iceni-bitch]

Hello, Natalie, my dear ♥️

For your sleepover: who is one babe that makes you cringe but others love? (Your unpopular opinion, if-you-will)

If you could only write for one character for an entire year, who would it be and why?

What are some fics from other blogs here that you reread?

You get to take a week-long trip anywhere in the world with no concern of expenses, where are you going and which fictional babe are you taking?

Thank you 😘

Carly!! 🥰🥰🥰

Gosh, I dunno if there’s anyone that really makes me cringe. Probably the closest thing to what you’re looking for is gonna be the iteration of Rockstar Bucky that looks like Seb as Tommy Lee, because I am not into that, at all 😂. I dunno if it’s just that I find none of the tattoos attractive or that horrible facial hair or what, but every time I see a photo of him with that look I make a stink face. @nix-akimbo has some really good edits that I use as my HC for rockstar Bucky.

Gee, only one character for a whole year? How can I possibly choose? Jk, it’s Ransom, shocking, I know 😂. I just know exactly where I want their relationship to go and am constantly have new ideas for them, so that’s gotta be the well I’m gonna be drawing from.

I have a bunch but I’m gonna keep it at 5.

Blood Play with Mr. Freezy by @ozarkthedog

This might be the fic that triggered my obsession with period fics, it’s filthy and dark and I love it

Riding Steve by @angrythingstarlight

Honestly, Star’s whole fucking masterlist is something I reread over and over whenever I’m in need of some me time, but this one is definitely a fave

Cucking Steve with Bucky by @sweeterthanthis

This one is so filthy and hot I can’t even take take it. Lau is a master of dirty talk and this does not disappoint. I can’t wait for when she posts the follow up because that’s supposedly gonna be even nastier.

Stevie Face Riding daddy!Bucky by @fandomfluffandfuck

Just, so much filthy dirty talk. The first time I read this my mind went offline for a solid half hour. Also, kinda made me realize that I am hella into feminization, so know that we may be incorporating that into some future fics.

Shoving panties in Bucky’s mouth by @howdoyousleep3

Again, dirty talk. I’ve been very much into reading our fave super soldiers together recently and this one is very good, 10/10.

And a weeklong trip anywhere? Probably going back to Iceland and if you think I’m not bringing my sweater wearing hoe husband with me I dunno what to tell you. Will this spoiled bastard just want to spend all our time in the hot springs and fucking at the hotel? Probably, but that’s fine with me. I can always steal a sweater and go on a couple of hikes by myself 😉

Love you babe, thanks so much for playing with me!!

Come join my 4K sleepover!!!

[hollyxqx]

lover, leaver  //  jimin  // 01

↪ PAIRING: Reader/Park Jimin (initally reader/Jungkook) ↪ SUMMARY: There's only so much cheating you can take from your boyfriend when he's on tour before you take matters in to your own hands. ↪ WORD COUNT: 8k 

↪ WARNINGS: lots of infidelity | substance (alcohol & drugs) abuse | heavy angst | filthy sex don't ever show my parents | characters are quite flawed (who isn't) | rockstar!JK | soft artist!jimin

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | FINAL

The girls come with the territory.

You'd always known it. In fact, at one point in time you might even be considered one of those girls. The scantily clad, desperate-but-trying-not-to-look-desperate groupies that wanted to be with the band in any way you could. Whether it was fucking or blowing or just being there to party with.

He was different though. Drummer's usually are. They aren't frontmen vying for the attention of the crowd. They're just in the back, keeping time. Jeon Jungkook was different even for a drummer.

The moment you laid eyes on his long hair and tattoo's your heart had skipped a beat. Sure you'd always liked that alternative look, rough around the edges but you'd never seen someone who had all that and was pretty as well. He took your breath away.

He had introduced himself to you first. He was charming but not greasy, funny but not obnoxious, gorgeous but not vain. Jungkook was deadly. That night you ended up in his hotel room, bent over the bed and getting fucked into next week.

What surprised you about Jungkook was at the end of your session he'd asked for your phone number. What had surprised you even more was that he had actually contacted you afterwards. You weren't just one and done to him.

He made you feel special. Texting turned to calling and facetiming, much quicker than you'd like to admit. It was just so natural with him, it was hard not to fall in to that pattern.

It was easy to feel like you were special to him from then on.

Jungkook lived in the same city as you. Whenever he wasn't touring he was spending time at your place or you at his. It didn't take long for the word relationship to pop up. Again, Jungkook took you aback when he was the one who suggested it. Young rockstar's don't usually want to be tied down. But you were special. It was different. So you agreed.

Blinded by love and adoration you didn't realise how wrong you were. It was naïve to assume that the girls vanished as soon as you came into his life, but you did anyway. It was easy in the beginning to look at him and his world with rose coloured glasses.

But time moved on, and slowly your vision cleared. You saw things for how they were, not how you wanted them to be. The first time it happened it knocked you for six. A pair of underwear that was definitely not yours in Jungkook's laundry. It clicked for you then, you knew he was doing what you feared.

You didn't confront him. Confronting him meant the relationship would be over. You loved him. He loved you. So, instead you cried and you drank and you got over it so that when the second time you caught him it hurt less. When you saw photos or heard stories eventually you grew numb to it. This was just part of who he was.

What Jungkook didn't expect was you to find a shoulder to cry on for yourself.

***

"I'm home!" You call out into the apartment as you step inside, door clicking shut behind you. The heels you spent the last eight hours serving customers in get kicked off the second you can and you pull your hair out of the ponytail it's been stuck in.

"Baby in here!" Comes Jungkook's voice through the air. You're unbuttoning your blouse as you walk to where the sound came from. You're almost to the buttons by your bra when your eyes land on Jungkook and Jimin lounging on the sofa. Your hands immediately cease their movements.

"H-hey guys." You stammer. Jimin's eyes rake over you and you fight every urge to blush. It doesn't matter how many times he looks at you, it always makes your heart race. Whether it's guilt or something more, you don't know.

"Come sit," Jungkook pats the seat next to him. "I missed you."

You walk round to him and he tugs you down beside him so you're half perched in his lap. You avoid Jimin's eyes.

"What have you guys been up to?" You ask, trying to keep a sense of normalcy in your voice. You hadn't expected Jimin to be here and were determined not to let it throw you.

"Nothing really," Jungkook sighs, arms snaking around your waist. "Drinking mostly."

"You know how bored Kook gets when he's not on tour." Jimin adds. You finally dare to look at him. His hard gaze is trained on you, something unreadable behind his eyes.

"I've been back 48 hours and I'm already bored." Jungkook laughs. "Quit your job y/n so you can spend all day with me." He jokes, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. It makes you stiffen. You hate being affectionate in front of Jimin. Your side piece.

"Then what would I do when you're on tour?" You counter. He laughs against your skin before placing a kiss on your jaw.

"Jimin can babysit you." Jungkook says, eyes creasing as he smiles. "Can't you Jimminie?"

"Anything for y/n." Jimin says, sounding far too serious for your liking. You cough awkwardly.

"I'm a big girl, don't worry Jimin." You say as you shift a little further away from Jungkook, trying to discourage anymore PDA. "Have you guys eaten yet?"

"No, not yet. The boys are coming over later so I figured we'd just order in." Jungkook tells you.

By boys you know Jungkook means the rest of the band. They're not bad people per se, but something about the fact that they know your boyfriend cheats on you regularly irks you. You feel a twinge of embarrassment every time you see them. Jimin is the only one of Jungkook's friends that you truly like.

Probably because he's not in a band of any sort.

"Okay," You hum. "I'm going to eat now though, I'm starving. Plus I gotta study."

You peel yourself off Jungkook's lap and he whines trying to pull you back. "No, I'm not done with you." He flashes you a devilish smirk and you flush, knowing Jimin is right there.

"Jungkook." You warn but he just laughs. Once again you avoid Jimin's gaze as you mutter, "I'm going to make food."

***

You can hear the sound of rowdy boys drinking all the way from your room. Namjoon, the singer of Jungkook's band, is laughing at something and his voice is louder than the rest. You audibly sigh knowing you have to go out there. Your mouth is so dry, you're dying for some water.

In the hours that have passed since you arrived home you've showered and changed into a band shirt of your boyfriends (coincidentally one of his actual band) and a pair his shorts. Normally you'd skip the shorts but you really didn't feel like being half naked in close proximity to people you aren't too familiar with.

The living room and kitchen are open plan so you try not to look at everyone as you walk by. They're drunk and loud so you slip by unnoticed easily.

You reach for your favourite glass - the one Jimin brought you back from Jeju - and fill it up with water. Jimin took that trip for work, way back when you first started...whatever it is you do with him. The simple gesture that he would think of you when he was away touched you, since you certainly knew Jungkook didn't.

"Hey."

A deep voice comes lowly from the archway entrance of the kitchen. It's Jimin. He crosses the kitchen to the bin, tossing away his empty beer bottle.

"Hi."

He lingers for a moment, thick tension hanging in the air between you. Your eyes flicker over the breakfast bar to see if any of the boys in the living room are watching. They aren't.

"28 days." Jimin says. You frown, unsure of what he's talking about and wonder how much he's had to drink already. "Until Kook goes on tour again. 28 days."

Jimin and you have a sort of unwritten agreement that you only fool around when Jungkook's away. Deep down you know it's an immoral way to justify your cheating but some part of you feels vindicated because you know Jungkook's misbehaving too.

"You're keeping count?" You blush.

"Of course." He takes a step closer, a hand going to your hip as if he's holding you in place. You gulp nervously. "It's weird hanging out with you and not being able to touch you like I want."

"Jimin," You say in a warning tone. "Don't be reckless."

He squeezes your hip before dropping his hand, but still he stands just as close to you. "Sorry," He mutters. "I've been drinking."

"It's ok."

"You're so pretty with no makeup on." He says, practically gazing at your face. Jimin is always so sweet and so complimentary to you as opposed to your boyfriend. You suspect Jungkook is so used to being overwhelmed with female attention that he feels as though he doesn't have to work for it. Jimin is different.

"Thank you." You say shyly.

"I have an idea for when he goes. Something we - "

Jimin's cut off by Jungkook stumbling into the kitchen. He has a sloppy grin on and instantly you can tell that not only is he drunk, he's wasted. "Baby," He slurs a little, staggering towards you. He's too drunk to notice you and Jimin standing so close. "Are you joining us?"

Jimin's eyes flicker over to his friend as he's forced to take a step back, Jungkook practically throwing himself on you, arms sliding around your hips.

"No, I don't want to intrude." You say looking at Jimin the whole time. "I was just having a water break."

"You're not intruding." He grins lazily at you. "I just got back from tour, daddy wants his baby girl."

The blush that creeps on your face is positively scarlet. "Jungkook, Jimin is right there." You shove him off you, mortified. Now Jimin knows you call his friend daddy in the bedroom.

"Oh, I didn't see you." Jungkook garbles, unaffected by the revelation. You don't miss the grimace that flickers on Jimin's face.

"That's ok," He mutters. "I'll leave daddy and baby girl to it."

Jungkook misses the words, distracted by the alcohol but you don't. Jimin leaves the kitchen and you never get to hear the end of whatever idea he had for you.

***

The next morning you awake to soft kisses on your neck and a hand sliding up your shirt, ghosting across your bare skin. "Mmm, Kook." You murmur, leaning into his touch. "You're eager."

"I just spent weeks without you, of course I'm eager for sex." He mumbles against your skin, mouth moving upwards to your jaw. You try not to think about the fact that he just lied easily to you. You knew there must have been multiple girls while he was away. You push that thought down as you turn in his arms, catching your lips with his.

"We had sex yesterday." You laugh against his lips as he slots himself between your legs.

"Don't act like you're shocked." Jungkook says, caging you in his arms, looking down at you with a smile. "You know what my sex drive is like."

You definitely do. It's why he can't seem to keep his hands to himself when he's away.

"Are the guys still here?" You say softly as he starts to remove your clothes.

"Yeah, everyone is either passed out on the sofa or in the spare room." He sits up to whip his shirt off his head.

"I don't want to do this if they're here." You whine. Really, you don't want to do this is Jimin is here.

"What?" Jungkook is taken aback. "Why?!"

"I don't want them to hear."

"Then be quiet." He smirks. You know that look. He's taking it as a challenge.

"Jungkook."

"Why are you being like this?" He frowns.

"It's just yesterday you kept making comments in front of Jimin. It was mortifying."

"So?" Jungkook scoffs. "Jimin's a grown adult. He knows what sex is."

"Yeah, but still. Your friends don't need to know details."

"Trust me," He smiles slyly. "They know details."

You huff and push your shirt that he'd managed to work up down. "You're an asshole." You try to get up but he catches your wrists, pinning you down. You roll your eyes, hating how competitive and childish your boyfriend can be. "Let me up."

"No."

"You're only justifying my asshole comment."

He presses his lips to yours, delicately. "I'm sorry baby girl."

"I'm still mad. You shouldn't tell your friends stuff about me like that."

His smile is infuriating. "Babe, you do realise it's a form of bragging right?"

"Oh my god." You try to cover your face but his grip on your wrists only tightens.

"I won't do it anymore if it makes you embarrassed. Sorry" He says, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead before letting go and rolling off of you. His sweatpants hang low on his hips as he walks towards your ensuite. You can't help but admire the tattoos on his back.

"Where are you going?" You call out from the bed.

He grins wickedly over his shoulder. "Going to jerk off in the shower."

***

Namjoon's recently joined Jungkook in the cuffed club. It's a running joke between the band whenever one of the boys get's a girlfriend. In the two years you've been with Jungkook you've seen girls come and go but never one as much as you liked as Hyerin.

Hyerin was down to earth, funny and sharp as a whip. She put Namjoon in his place and he needed a girl like that. Not to mention she was pretty. You had grown closer to her over the three months you'd known her. Which is why it was no surprise when she corners you at a BBQ Yoongi is throwing.

Everyone is outside in Yoongi's yard. The boys are playing some kind of game that looks like it should be football but even you can tell with your untrained eye that there is a lot of cheating going on. Jimin is not here.

"Y/N?" Hyerin's voice draws your attention to her, sat next to you also watching the spectacle. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." You smile.

"How do you and Jungkook cope with the touring? I'm struggling." She admits, looking down at her drink. You swallow dryly because your coping mechanism isn't exactly healthy.

"It's not easy." You sigh. "But when you love someone it's worth the struggle." Your eyes land on Jungkook playing keep up with the ball, smiling like a child.

"It is a fucking struggle alright."

"You're telling me."

"Is it easier after you've been dating for as long as you and Jungkook have?" She asks with some trepidation. You've never really discussed your relationship so in-depth with her.

"Honestly? No." You reply and she looks slightly crestfallen at your answer. "You just learn to deal with it."

"I thought you might say that." Hyerin's eyes flick over to the boys and you know she's watching Namjoon. "Thanks for being honest with me."

"Anytime. We girls gotta stick together." You joke.

"Amen."

The football gets kicked wayward by Yoongi and before you can blink Jungkook is jogging after it. He's the quickest after all. He runs past you and Hyerin to collect it. On his way back he stops to kiss your check affectionately before joining his friends.

"You two are so cute." Hyerin giggles. "He loves you a lot."

Your stomach twists. You often go back and forth on the fact whether he really truly does.

"I'm lucky."

"Can I ask you something else?" Hyerin says after a long pause. Her tone is different now, a hint of nerves. You nod. "How do you deal with all the women who throw themselves at them?"

There it was. It was only a matter of time before this topic came up.

"Babe you can't think about that stuff. It'll only drive you crazy." You mutter, afraid to say too much.

"Do you remember the show we went to in Seoul?" She asks and you recall the last home show they played. "A girl literally offered him a blow job in front of me. When he said he had a girlfriend she just went 'so?'. So." Hyerin scoffs.

"God knows what Jungkook gets offered." You agree.

"Namjoonie wouldn't do anything, I know, but it still makes me feel weird." She sounds so sure, like you were once. Part of you wants to tell her what you realised long ago, maybe save the nice girl some heartache.

"Don't think about it." You remind her. "I don't."

***

When Jimin appears at your work it takes you by surprise. You have no intended plans with each other so to see his fluffy blonde head walk towards you, weaving in and out of the tables you watch curiously. He's wearing a loose fitting black button up that's tucked into black jeans and you can't help but admire how good he looks.

"Hey."

You were polishing cutlery and your froze. "Hi Jimin. What brings you here?"

"Jungkook asked if I could give you a lift home," He explains. "He's drunk, so he can't."

"Ah." Jungkook was supposed to be driving you home tonight. He had promised but apparently decided to get drunk instead. It was like this whenever he had too much free time. However, lately it was becoming more and more frequent. "Thank you."

Jimin shrugs. "I really don't mind."

"I finish in 15. Are you ok to wait?"

"Course."

"Have a seat at the bar, I'll get someone to get you a coke." You smile, knowing it's his favourite soda. Jimin's mouth turns up at the corners ever so slightly as he does as you suggest. You whisper to a coworker to get him a drink on the house as you return to the tables you're waiting on.

Your shift ends and you head to the staff area to grab your personal belongings. When you return Jimin's playing on his phone and looks rather bored.

"Let's go." He looks up at your voice and slips his phone into his pocket.

"Let's go." He repeats.

Jimin walks you to his car, opening the passenger door for you, ever the gentleman. You thank him as you slip inside, unable to take your eyes off him as he walks around to the driver's door. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you met him first.

Initially the drive is silent, but it's a comfortable one. You are the one to break it. "How bad is he?" You ask referring to Jungkook.

Jimin sighs. "Namjoon is at your place." You knew what that meant. Namjoon was an enabler for Jungkook, the two of them were like big kids, egging each other on. "When I left they were seeing who could throw a knife into the door."

"Oh my god." You groan.

"Yeah." Jimin agrees.

"He's drinking so much these days." You say quietly. Jimin is one of the few people you feel comfortable opening up to about Jungkook.

"I know. Namjoon says it's even worse when they're on tour."

You dread to think what he gets up to when he's drunk and unsupervised. You just hum in acknowledgement to Jimin. It's not long before you reach the apartment you and Jungkook share. Jimin stops the car.

"Are you coming in?" You ask, almost hopefully. You don't want to deal with two drunk idiots alone.

"No." He says quietly. "I've had enough of them. Good luck."

"Thanks." You say sarcastically. You move to get out but Jimin grabs your hand, in one swift moment his lips are on yours. It's been a long time since you kissed and it feels welcome, familiar.

"Sorry." He breaths, pulling away. "I just really wanted to do that."

"It was nice." You can't help but admit. Jimin leans in again, this time the kiss is deeper, tongue invading your mouth. His hand cups the side of your face, thumb rubbing your cheek affectionately. It's soft and sweet, just like Jimin.

"6 days." He says against your mouth.

You reluctantly separate, feeling a little flushed as you exit the car. Jungkook would be too drunk to notice anyway.

***

The night before Jungkook leaves for tour he's insatiable. The entire evening he doesn't leave you alone, pawing at you while you make your ritual dinner that you share before he leaves. He ends up fucking you in the kitchen and the meat burns.

"I love you." He murmurs, still inside you. Your eyes bore into each other and for one moment, it looks like he, genuinely, undoubtedly means it.

"I love you." You whisper back. He pulls out of you and laughs when some of his cum lands on the kitchen floor.

"God that's unsanitary."

***

Jungkook is barely gone 20 minutes before your phone is buzzing, Jimin's name appearing on screen. You don't answer it as your busy getting ready for work. He calls three times.

At work you're unable to check your phone for a long period of time and when you finally do you're not surprised to see more notifications from Jimin. Jungkook also sends you a selfie and a very unflattering photo of Namjoon sleeping with a silly filter on him that gives him monkey ears. You chuckle.

If there was one thing you could count on Jungkook for it was to find the humour in almost any situation. The guilt starts to rise up in your throat like bile and you try your best to repress the ugly emotion.

 from: park jimin  what time do you finish tonight? want to come over??

You're not sure when exactly it happened but this affair with Jimin evolved from clandestine stolen moments when you were upset about Jungkook to just waiting for him to leave so you could finally be together. Part of you suspects   that if Jimin didn't practically worship you in a way Jungkook didn't this fling would be long over.

It doesn't take you long to arrive at his place after your shift. He greets you at the door with a kiss on the cheek and the smell of something delicious floods your senses.

"What's that?" You ask as he helps you out of your jacket. "It smells amazing."

"I made you carbonara." Jimin smiles. "Come."

You follow him to the kitchen where the set up makes your heart ache. There's two bowls of carbonara, two glasses, the lights are dimmed and he's even lit a few candles. "Jimin," You whine. "You did all this for me?"

"Thought you might appreciate it after a long day." He says bashfully.

"You're sweet. No one's ever cooked for me before."

"Jungkook's never...?" He trailed off.

"Nope."

"Well I'm glad I could be the first one to." He smiles again. "Sit, lets eat."

The meal is wonderful, Jimin is a good cook, something you discover for the first time that night. You don't talk much while you eat but you don't need to, occasionally sharing glances in the candlelight. His soft features somehow more delicate in the low light.

Jimin cleans up both of your plates before whisking you away to the living room, entwining his fingers with yours as he walks. He throws himself backwards on the sofa with a grin, pulling you down on top of him. You can feel him smile as he kisses you.

Wandering hands slide up the backside of your skirt to squeeze your ass and push your hips into his very obvious erection, surprised he's hard already. "Really?" You tease, laughing a little against his mouth. "You're like a teenager."

"I've had a semi the entire night." He laughs. "Can't help it. Kept thinking about having you like this."

His lips locks with yours again as he starts to unbutton your blouse and slip it off your shoulders. When he feels you tug at his t-shirt he briefly sits up to pull it over his head. You run your hands up his chest, marvelling at the taught abs and unmarked skin. You were so used to Jungkook's tattoo's and Jimin had none.

He takes your hands in his before flipping the two of you over, now you're the one on your back and he can make quick work of your skirt, leaving you in nothing but your black pantyhose. "You look so sexy like this." Jimin murmurs, eyes raking your form as a hand trails dangerously up and down your inner thigh.

"This isn't even real lingerie. Imagine me in that." You smirk.

"Believe me I do." He says, eyes never leaving your body. "Would you do that for me one day?"

"You'd want that?" You're surprised, no one has ever asked you for anything like that before. Jungkook certainly hasn't.

"Mmhmm." His voice his thick with desire and you feel a rush of arousal through your entire body. Sure Jungkook enjoys having sex with you but Jimin wants you.

"I'll remember that." You tell him.

He doesn't say anything else, instead he leans down to trail kisses up your bare stomach up to your breasts, fingertips ghosting over your clothed cunt. You're impatient - always more so than him - and you slip your bra off, nipples hardening when they're exposed. Jimin is quick to latch his mouth to them and you moan when he presses harder against your core.

"I wish I could mark you all over." He hums against your skin. You don't tell him but a sick part of you wishes he could too, so you could return to you boyfriend and say two can play at your game.

You don't want to wait anymore, you fumble with the button on his slacks eager to get them down his hips. He pauses for a moment to strip completely naked and then settles between your legs, throwing a leg over each shoulder. "Jimin," You whimper when he noses you over your stockings.

"I wanna rip these off you." He whispers darkly. "Can I?"

You should say no, but the idea of him eating you out while you've got them on turns you on more than you want to admit. So you nod, chewing your bottom lip in anticipation.

Jimin uses both hands to tear a hole in the material leaving your cunt exposed to him. He pushes your panties underneath to the side before his tongue slides between your wet folds, tongue caressing the swollen bud. He's slow and gentle, as if he has all the time in the world. "Jimin," You sigh. "Feels good."

A finger glides into your entrance and you try to push back on it, desperate for more. "More please." You whine. "Please Jimminie."

Your eyes lock for a moment as he pushes another finger into your slick hole. You can't help but buck against him as he curls the digits, knowing exactly how you like to be touched. His tongue moves faster and all that can be heard in the room is you moaning Jimin's name. Your hips have a mind of their own against his tongue, working in tandem circles with his mouth.

Just when you're about to cum, he pulls away and you let out a strangled cry that makes him laugh. "You're evil!"

"I just want to make you cum a different way." He smirks. He arranges your bodies so you're straddling him on the couch.

"You really want me to leave these on?" You refer to the stockings. Jimin runs his hands up your thighs giving you a throaty yes. He positions you over his stiff cock and helps guide it into your wet entrance. You're so caught up in the moment you forget to use a condom. It's been a hard and fast rule for you. You gasp out loud. "Fuck."

"What?" Jimin looks at you with blissed out eyes. His cock twitches inside of you.

"Condom, Jimin. We forgot."

"It's too late now." He says with a buck of his hips and you choke on a moan. He's always begged you to go in raw.

"Ok." You sigh. "Don't cum in me though."

"Ugh," He groaned as you began to roll your hips against him. "Fine."

Jimin encourages you to lean in closer for a kiss unable to stop his hips gyrating against you. You press your body against his as you really start to bounce against him now, desperate for your end since he denied you. "Fuck, this feels good." You moan, head falling against his neck. Your bodies move in unison, nothing but breathy gasps exchanged between you.

"You need to cum, little butterfly." He says breathlessly, using the pet nickname he gave you the first day you met. It was summer and butterflies wouldn't stop landing on you. Jimin says he found it so cute. "Please, I'm so close."

His hand snakes round to your clit and that's all it takes to have you fall apart, cumming hard on his cock. You slowly ride him to a stop, panting. "Jimin," You sigh. "God."

"My turn." He says, jutting his hips upwards. You help him as best you can, given as fucked out as you are. A few thrusts later he's pulling out of you, cum spilling all over your panties and stockings. His head falls backwards against the couch, a loud moan of your name leaving his full lips.

You can't help but stare at him, knowing he looks as pleasured as you do. "You made a mess." You giggle, planting a kiss against his throat.

"I missed that." He says huskily.

***

"You're graduating soon, are you nervous?" Jimin hums into your hair as you lay wrapped up in his arms, having moved from the couch to his bed. You much prefer it in his room anyway, his sheets smell fresh with a touch of his cologne and it's nice.

"Yes and no." You answer truthfully. "Once I graduate then I'm going to be an official graphic designer. That means I have to go and get a real job."

He chuckles. "You'll be fine."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do." He says seriously. "You're talented and you work hard."

"You're too sweet." You say, secretly glad you can't see his face with your chest pressed against his back. If you look at Jimin when he's being like this you fall deeper into him and that's the last thing you need. It's like everything your relationship with Jungkook lacks Jimin makes up for.

"I'm not that sweet. I'm sleeping with my friend's girl. By definition that makes me an asshole."

"I thought Jungkook was your best friend?" You were so used to both of them referring to each other as such.

"Maybe not so much these days. He hasn't been acting like one." Jimin utters, somewhat bitterly.

"Sorry." You can't help but say quietly, feeling guilty.

"Not your fault." Is all Jimin says before kissing the top of your head. "Let's not talk about him. When he's away you're mine, I don't want to spoil it by discussing him."

You say nothing and a slightly awkward tension falls between the two of you.

***

Several days later you find your self in Boux Avenue, a high end lingerie store you sometimes pass on the walk home from work, browsing the skimpy garments all the while thinking of Jimin. You chew on your lip, indecisive, wondering what exactly he'd like to see you in. Although knowing him, anything you like he probably would too.

You take a few items to try on and head to the changing room. The first piece is a black lacy bra with matching suspenders and thigh highs. It's the first time you've ever wore something like this and the dim lighting in the changing room certainly makes it look flattering.

Feeling bold you snap a few photos in the mirror, posing as sultrily as you can. An idea comes to you. You select the best snap (ensuring your face is not in the frame) and you send it to Jimin. If he likes it, you'll buy it. Not even one minute later he replies.

from park jimin: holy fuck.   fukc fuck me you look so fuking hot

You can't help but laugh at the typo's. When you leave the store you've bought that set plus the same on in a dark red colour, hoping he'll like that one just as much.

***

"I have a surprise for you baby." Jungkook says over the phone and you can practically hear the shit eating grin on his face. You're not sure where he is tonight, all you know is it's a city in Belgium that you're not exactly sure how to pronounce. Due to the time difference it's night for him and day time for you.

"A surprise? For me?" You ask, taken a back. He's the spontaneous type but he's not usually so thoughtful.

"Two weeks and I'm flying you out to London."

"London?! Oh my god, Jungkook. Are you serious?" You exclaim.

"You can see the show and we have a day off after, it's perfect." He explains. You can hear a lot of noise in the background, the unmistakable sound of Namjoon yelling something about shots. They must be at some after party.

"I'll make sure I get the time off work." You say and you can't help but feel excited.

"I'm the best right?" Cocky as ever. You swallow thickly when you hear female voices in the background. No wonder he didn't want to face time you. He didn't want you to see what was going on.

"You're the best." You're voice suddenly a little quieter. Jungkook doesn't notice.

"I gotta go now baby," He says, shouting a little of the background noise. "I'll email you your ticket. Can't wait to see you."

Before you can reply he's hung up.

So you do what you always do when Jungkook hurts you. You text Jimin.

***

The lingerie you're wearing Jimin hasn't seen before. You've opted for the dark red set and it contrasts nicely with your skin tone. However, you're unsure as to what exactly to wear on top of it. You rifle through your wardrobe trying not to get too frustrated when a filthy idea occurs to you.

You reach for your large faux fur coat that reaches your knees. Maybe the best thing to wear over it would be nothing. You're excited imagining the look on Jimin's face when he realises that you did all this for him.

By the time you've reached his place you're already turned on and wet at the idea of what is about to transpire. Three sharp knocks against his front door has him swinging it open for you in no time. He doesn't even have time to greet you before you attack him with your lips, walking him backwards inside his apartment so you can close the door.

You push him against the wall in his hallway as you pull away. "I have a surprise for you." You say seductively, Jimin's eyes are wide as he you slowly unbutton your coat, one button at a time revealing the secret underneath.

"Fuck," He mutters under his breath, pupils dilating as he takes in the sight before him. Once your coat is completely open his hands slide underneath it, roaming your skin hungrily. "You did this for me?"

"Just for you."

"You look so fucking good." He says his voice heavy with lust. You drop your coat to the floor in a heap making Jimin groan at the full sight of you. It's as if something overcomes him because he's growling as he picks you up, lips greedily devouring yours. You squeal in delight, wrapping your legs around his waist. He's taking you to his bedroom, stumbling down the hallway.

Jimin practically throws you on the bed and you bounce a little at the impact. His desire is clear and it only causes more heat in your core. He stands at the foot of the bed unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. The look in his eyes is almost animalistic.

He shoves his pants down but not all the way, desperate to be inside of you. "Do I need a condom?" He asks. You should say no and go back to your rule but you've already broken it. One more time can't hurt.

"No." You say before you can overthink it.

"Fuck." He utters, crawling over you. His hands slide up your thighs parting them as he goes so your legs are spread for him. "Crotchless panties too? I'm going have a fucking heart attack."

"You like?" You smirk.

"Too much." He murmurs, kissing you again. You can feel his arousal against your soaking wet sex already and he's harder than you've ever felt before. Jimin doesn't waste any more time before he's gliding into you with a moan of your name. "I'm not going to last long." He says with a breathless laugh.

"Me too." You agree, one hand gripping him by the nape of his neck, clinging on to him as if your life depended on it. His face nuzzles in the crook of your neck as his hips snap into you, bliss overtaking your body. Even when he's ravenous for you like this he's still so careful, unwilling to hurt you.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbles. "So sexy." One hand falls to your hip where he snaps the band of your suspender against your skin. The sting it leaves only adds to the pleasure Jimin is giving you.

"Faster Jimin," You moan. "Go as hard as you want."

You're quivering beneath him as he begins to pound into that one sweet spot that never fails to make you come undone. He's grunting with every thrust and you know he's close too. Your eyes squeeze shut as you cum, embarrassingly quickly but you've been worked up since before you even arrived.

You're so lost in your own high that you don't realise he has cum as well. "Shit, I came inside of you."

Your eyes shoot open. "Jimin!"

"I'm sorry," He pants, out of breath. "I didn't mean to it just...happened."

You want to scold him but you don't, recalling the conversation you had with Jungkook earlier that night, a part of you feels vindicated knowing he probably did this with someone too.

"It's okay." You say softly, stroking some hair out of his face.

The two of you clean up but not before Jimin and you have two more rounds of incredible sex together. You end up staying the night, feeling satisfied and comforted. You're glad you have him.

***

When you land at Heathrow Jungkook doesn't greet you at the airport. Not that he promised to and you know he's busy but it still would have been nice. Once your phone is on you receive a text with the address for the hotel they're staying at from him and you make your way there.

You get your room key from the reception - Jungkook's made sure its just the two of you - and make your way there.  Jungkook is at sound check right now so you're alone. Your phone beeps and you grab it, hoping to hear from your boyfriend.

from: park jimin: hope you had a safe flight.

Jimin wasn't exactly thrilled when you told him you were leaving for London but it was still sweet of him to check in with you. You send him a generic thanks and a heart and leave it at that.

You shower and get yourself ready, knowing you don't have the luxury of time before you have to see Jungkook. Once you're ready you pull up your maps app and walk to the venue they're playing in, noting it's only a few meters from the hotel. You phone Jungkook when you're outside and he comes to collect you.

As soon as his eyes land on you he beams, pulling you in for a deep kiss. "Baby," He coos. "I missed ya."

"Me too." You reply. He laces your fingers together and you trail behind him as together you walk into the venue. The crew are bustling around, setting up the stage and the lighting for the gig later on. Jungkook tugs you to the green room where the band are enjoying some catering.

Yoongi is slumped on the sofa, earphones in. He gives you a wave of acknowledgement when you enter, as does Seokjin and Namjoon. Their manager Hoseok gives you a nod, since you're not as close with him. You join Jungkook on the other sofa, where he slips an arm around your shoulders.

"How was the flight?" He asks.

"Long." You yawn, leaning into him putting your head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of it.

"Worth it to see my handsome face?" He jokes.

"I'm just here to see Yoongi." You tease.

"Not going to lie, that hurt." Jungkook plays along.

"I can't wait to see you play tonight." You tell him and it's the truth. The only reason you even met him was because of how much you liked the music his band made.

"Yeah?" He gives you a cocky grin. "You're my number one fan huh?"

"Oh shut up," You laugh with an eyeroll. "I'm sure there are many girls out there who would have an issue with that statement."

Jungkook nods, knowing it's true.

The time flies by and before you know it you're standing at the side of the stage, watching Jungkook in awe as he plays the drums. He's always been so talented, it's undeniable. You barely even look at any of the other boys.

At one point you get curious and peer at the crowd. You've been to these shows before, you know the type of audience they attract. Mostly it's wannabe rock boys but there's always those desperate girls and you spot them straight away. There's two front row already and you notice their cleavage before you notice their faces, given that it's leaving little to the imagination.

The thought of them with Jungkook makes your stomach churn. You push that thought down and focus back on your boyfriend. He spots you, giving you a wink as he licks his lips.

When they've finished playing the first thing Jungkook does as he comes off stage is pull you into a sweaty embrace, knowing it would gross you out. You laugh as you shove him off you, following him back to the green room. "I'm going to have a shower. Then we're going out." He kisses your cheek before disappearing to the small bathroom that adjoins the room.

The rest of the boys follow suit, taking turns for the shower. You notice Jungkook is a little drunk already when he's back and dressed. You also notice Namjoon is nowhere to be found. "You want something to drink?" Jungkook asks as he's towel drying his hair.

"Sure." You reply.

"Oh fuck, we're out of beer." He says, peering into the small mini fridge in the room. "If you want, I'll finish getting ready and you can grab more beer from the room next door?"

"You offer me a beer then make me get my own?" You scoff playfully.

"Love you baby." He smiles cheekily. "It's the room with the red door."

You make your way out of the green room and look for the door as instructed. However, you curse Jungkook under your breath when there are two identical red doors next to the room you just exited. You take a guess, a 50% success rate could be in your favour. However your eyes land on something you did not expect.

Namjoon is perched on some boxes, half sitting half standing, while an unidentifiable girl is on her knees between his legs, clearly giving him an enthusiastic blowjob. His eyes are closed, and both hands are tangled in her hair.

"Namjoon," You shout. "What the fuck."

He opens his eyes but they grow wide when he notices it's you in the doorway. Clearly by the look in his eyes he's drunk or even high. "Shit." He splutters, shoving the girl off of him. You turn away, as he tucks himself back in his pants. "Sorry chick, you need to go." He tells her behind you. She complains, shoving past you as she storms out.

"What the fuck are you doing Namjoon? What about Hyerin?" You turn back around, and he's scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Are you going to tell her?" He asks. You sigh. "Please, please don't."

Something about witnessing exactly what you fear - albeit, Namjoon being the adulterer - causes rage and hurt to bubble within you. You know your anger is misplaced, you shouldn't be hurt, it should be Hyerin but you can't help it. You've imagined and feared Jungkook doing this exact same thing thousands of times.

Before you know it tears are welling in your eyes.

"Do you think I'm stupid Namjoon?" You whisper harshly as the tears fall. "You think I don't know what goes on when you guys go on tour? Do you really think I'm that dense?"

Namjoon remains in a guilty silence.

"I've known for years. None of you are exactly good at hiding it." You sniff. "You're an asshole."

"Please don't tell her."

"I'm not going to fucking tell her!" You shout.

"I'm sorry." He mutters.

"Save it for Hyerin."

You're both silent for a moment, Namjoon shifts uncomfortably. Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it - Jungkook comes bounding into the room.

"Baby, did you get lost?" He asks. Quickly you wipe away the tears that have fallen, you don't want him to know you've been crying.

"No, I just ran into Namjoon." You try to smile at Jungkook but his face falls immediately.

"What's wrong? You're crying."

"Nothing."

"Namjoon," Jungkook turns to the older man. "Can you give us a second?"

"Gladly." He replies, practically running out the room. You silently pray he's not going after the girl you found him with. Jungkook shuts the door of the supply closet behind him and turns to you.

"What's wrong?" He repeated softly. His eyes were kind and he appeared as if he was genuinely concerned. He grips you comfortingly by the shoulders. You chew on your lip anxiously, debating being completely honest with him. Maybe it was because you were confronted by harsh reality, maybe because you were feeling emotional. You decide to be truthful.

"I caught Namjoon in here..." You take a deep breath. "Getting a fucking blowjob."

Jungkook doesn't react like you thought he would. Infact, he barely reacts at all. He blinks a few times and you can tell he's thinking carefully about what to say. "Namjoonie's...like that sometimes. Don't worry about it."

"He's an asshole for that, Kook."

"Yeah, but he's drunk and high. He's not thinking straight." Of course Jungkook would defend him. Jungkook's essentially defending himself. "It's only a blowjob. I don't understand why you're upset."

Only a blow job. You want to scream.

"You don't get it. It's fine." You mumble.

"Why does Namjoon getting a blowjob make you cry? You secretly in love with him?" Jungkook jokes, trying to ease some of the tension.

"Yeah, obviously." You scoff sarcastically. "I'm in love with Namjoon."

"I'll kill him." Jungkook once again plays along, using humour to deflect an awkward situation. "C'emre," He says gently, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you into a hug. "Forget about Namjoon. We're young, we're in love and we're in one of the coolest cities in the world. Let's have fun."

You mumble something in agreement, although that's the last thing in the world that seems appealing to you in that moment in time.

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[jeongjuk]

— love yourself: TEAR

bts reblogs (mostly jungkook)

bts fic recs !! (they’re all jk i’m sorry)

i mainly write for jungkook, as i am most comfortable writing for him in bts.

FILTHY ROCKSTAR (aug 1)

↳ summary: if getting dragged to a concert by your best friend wasn't enough to ruin your night, maybe add a tall, lean and tattooed rockstar to the mix, that’ll be the icing on top of an overloaded cake.

genre: alt/pop rock band au; smut (m)

⥊ word count: 12k