#waiter can i pls order the kim seokjin

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a whole shnack...a four course meal if u will

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03 || holiday themed sugar

series ; in love with love (with you) description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not. 

chapter 03 ; holiday themed sugar prev || next 

word count ; 2.9k

tags ; this chapter is all over the place tbh, oh well, i love ilwl!jungkook he’s so endearing, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

“hello, beautiful,” seokjin croons when he sees you, pulling you into a hug. 

“hands off my sister,” hoseok drones, something he’s done every time you’ve come into the vicinity of seokjin for the past seven years now. he doesn’t even look up from his phone as he says it, seokjin immediately letting you go with a pout. 

“i didn’t do anything,” he whines, sliding into his seat, but not before pulling yours out for you with a gentlemanly smile. 

“it’s because i don’t trust you,” hoseok says blankly, setting his phone down. you know seokjin is something of a casanova, a title helped thoroughly by the fact that he is filthy stinking rich. but you also know seokjin is a man made up of 75% dad jokes and 25% windshield wiper laughter (most of the time because he’s so amused with himself), so you’ve never quite figured out why hoseok is protective of you when it came to seokjin, of all people. but then again, hoseok had met seokjin sometime in college, and even back then he’d been a flirt, albeit a significantly worse one than he is now. he’d gotten a lot better since then, and you assume he’s been putting his suave looks and better pick up lines to good use. 

“listen,” seokjin huffs, flourishing out a napkin to place on his lap as if this isn’t some corner diner and is instead a michelin star restaurant. yoongi makes a face that you muffle a snicker at. “it’s been seven years and i have literally never once made a move. i can behave,” seokjin sniffs defensively. 

hoseok throws an arm around his friend with a wide grin. “at this point it’s not you i’m worried about. y/n loves every trope in the book, and guess which one you fit?”

seokjin wiggles his eyebrows. “handsome, rich, and charming?” 

“well i don’t know if charming is the word i’d use per say-” 

“the fuck you mean i’m not charming-” 

hoseok’s laughter echoes around the diner while seokjin’s protests rise higher and higher in volume. you press a hand to your temple. 

“so,” you interrupt loudly, clearing your throat as you whip the menu up in front of your face. “i’m thinking pancakes.” 

“oh me too,” jisoo squeals from beside jungkook, who is somehow seated between you and jisoo instead of the other way around. the conversation quickly derails into food, distracted by the options on the menu. the six of you somehow manage to quiet down enough to flag down a waiter and order, but as soon as your orders have been placed, seokjin leans back in his chair, throwing an arm onto hoseok’s while wearing a wide grin. 

“so you may be wondering why i’ve invited you all here today…”

“i invited all of you here today,” jisoo says pointedly. 

seokjin continues like jisoo never even spoke. “as you all know, the kims hold a gala every new years.” yoongi groans and jungkook grins, straightening in his seat. “i have your invitations here.” 

seokjin digs a pile of envelopes out from his jacket. they’re pristine, with a gold lining as excessive as seokjin’s personality. sleek gold lettering embossed across the middle spell out each of your names on the individualized cards. jungkook pops his open immediately, taking out a professional cardstock invitation - one of the same variation that you’ve all received every year since meeting seokjin. 

seokjin’s family is rich rich. they come from old money, which means lots of fancy parties (and therefore, fancy food), and you have the privilege of being seokjin’s friend to attend them. every year they hold a new years party, seokjin forcing all of you to attend because, and quote, if he has to play the golden heir he may as well do it with his friends around. 

your friends are always split when it comes to the gala. half of you love getting dressed up - or at least, eating all the free food (read: jungkook) - and the other half of you dread the suit and tie, plastered smiles, impeccable decorum (read: yoongi). 

you love the gala. you think it’s romantic - seokjin’s parents are two of the most in love people you may have ever met, and they make it obvious on the night of the gala, having gotten married shortly after new years thirty-some years ago. there’s always a gorgeous venue, everyone dressed to the nines - a night of dancing, eating, laughing. you can imagine falling in love at one of seokjin’s fancy galas. your eyes drift to yoongi. in that kind of atmosphere, with the twinkling music, and pretty lights… it feels straight out of a fairytale. 

yoongi puts up a fight every year to not go to the gala. he hates getting dressed up, would much prefer being curled up in his bed knocked out for the entirety of it. every year he goes anyway, though you’re not sure how much of it is his own free will and how much of it is just him trying to dodge seokjin pestering him for the rest of his life if he doesn’t go. 

either way - it’s a night you always look forward to, one that the boys (taehyung and jimin) and jisoo always fly in for. you get to see your group of friends all spiffed up - even jungkook cleans up nicely for the event. 

“what’s the theme this year?” jisoo asks, peering over at jungkook’s card. jisoo always stores seokjin’s invites carefully - something about the preservation of friendship and scrapbooks and memory boxes. 

“the galaxy,” jungkook tilts his card towards her. “stars and shit.” 

you lean over as well, jungkook shifting his head back slightly to accommodate for both you and jisoo looking at his invite. “a night among the sea of stars,” you read. “oh, it’s gonna be so pretty…” 

“not as pretty as me- ow, hey!” you hear some shuffling beneath the table, indicating that jungkook has just kicked seokjin. jungkook looks up innocently, doe eyes blinking at the elder. you snort. 

“sorry,” he says, sounding anything but sorry. “just stretching my feet.” 

seokjin narrows his eyes, looking ready to snatch jungkook’s invitation back (he won’t - but seokjin always has a flair for the dramatics), and jungkook tucks it into his pocket with a pretty smile. “food’s here,” jungkook cheers happily as the waiter arrives just in time.

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thursday rolls around, and when jungkook comes to find you for your weekly dinner, he finds instead some pathetic mix of an empty shell of a person combined with pure rage. 

somehow, you manage to look simultaneously devoid of life but also outraged, slamming your keyboard with your hands but staring at the screen with dead eyes. jungkook winces at the sight, almost hesitant to interrupt you, seeing as you haven’t even noticed he’s been standing by your desk. 

“hey,” he knocks on your table. you whirl on him with a glare so fierce he takes a step back, hands in the air. “i didn’t do it,” he blurts quickly, though neither of you are entirely sure what it is he didn’t do.

you sigh heavily, both hands coming up to massage your temples. “sorry,” you mumble tiredly. jungkook tilts one corner of his mouth up sympathetically. 

you raise your head, eyes barely open. “i don’t think i can do dinner tonight,” you say apologetically. despite acting like you’ve been forced to go every week, you still feel bad whenever you miss out on one of your weekly dinners with jungkook - old habits and all that. 

he shifts the strap on his backpack. “no worries,” he shrugs. if he’s bothered, it certainly doesn’t show. you give him the best smile you can offer then turn back to your screens as he heads out. 

you almost startle out of your chair when jungkook returns twenty minutes later, bags of takeout in hand and a cup of coffee in another. he sets down the cup on your desk while placing the takeout on the desk across the aisle, plopping himself down in the seat. 

you stare at him dumbly. your brain is too fried to comprehend why jungkook is bringing you dinner, and why he seems completely nonplussed about it. you know you’re friends but you’re decidedly jungkook’s least favorite among the lot of you, and yet here he is, unpacking thai food and even picking up a coffee for you. 

“creme brulee latte,” it wasn’t supposed to come out as a blissful sigh. but you’re running on next to nothing and it tastes like heaven. “it’s one of my favorites, how’d you know?” 

“looked like holiday themed sugar,” jungkook huffs a laugh through his nose. “and i figured you’d need something stronger than just hot chocolate.” 

jungkook doesn’t look inclined to explain why he’s wasting his night in an office with you, so you settle for letting the warmth of the latte spread through your system. jungkook passes you a container of noodles that you smile gratefully for. 

he forks down a mouthful of his own box of noodles. “so what’s holding you so late?” 

he brought you food and coffee, so you decide not to comment on his habit of speaking with his mouth full, though you can see the glint in his eyes when you open your mouth and then shut it. you narrow your eyes at him but still decide against it (because you’re a good person), and instead heave out a heavy sigh. 

“director lee screwed up my datasets,” you look as miserable as you sound. “all of them. i don’t know what he did, but they’re corrupted now. i tried to get them back from the IT department but they’re gone. and now i have to re-do them, and i should’ve kept a local copy, and i knew i should’ve kept a local copy, it’s such a rookie mistake, but it’s too late now and it’s 8 fucking pm-” 

“hey,” jungkook stops you as your voice starts rising in increasing distress. “y/n.” 

his voice is quiet, weighty, enough to bring you back down, away from the edge. seconds ago you’d wanted to cry, scream, maybe commit a felony. honestly, you still want to commit a felony. but his voice eases in comfortingly, as he sets his takeout down on the desk and slides his chair over to you. he looks at you for a minute, takes in your disheveled hair, all the papers you have strewn across your desk, the way your sleeves are rolled up haphazardly to your elbows. “let’s just eat first,” he settles on saying, popping the lid off the container of food he’d bought for you. “we’ll take the rest of it one at a time. okay?” 

the smile he gives you is gentle, and you feel yourself calming down, taking a deep breath. “yeah,” you manage, nodding. “okay.” 

the night unwinds with jungkook cracking jibes at your poor excuse of a director, earning laughs from you as you eat and click away at your computer. jungkook offers to help on your datasets but takes one look at the numbers and goes a little cross-eyed, so you shove him back into his seat and take care of it on your own, while he scrolls through varying social media. 

you could tell him to go home at any given point in the night, but you don’t. he could say he has to head home at any given point in the night, but he doesn’t. 

instead, he waits for you finish, walks you home like he always seems to do on late nights, pats you on the head and heads off, humming something that sounds an awful lot like all i want for christmas is you. 

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the weekend announcing its arrival is just about the greatest relief you get these days. since year-end is coming close, the scramble to get your project out the door before the holidays hit full force means constant overtime, particularly given that your project lead has the helpfulness equivalent to that of goldfish. 

even the fish might be more useful. 

the good news about the holidays, however, is that it always comes with friends arriving back home. taehyung and jimin arrived yesterday - the pair of them always come home together, since they’re roommates out in chicago. plus, taehyung’s mom loves jimin, takes any chance she can get to pamper her ‘second son’ whenever they’re back in town. jungkook might’ve grown up right next door to taehyung, but even his charms can’t quite match up to jimin’s. 

now, jungkook generally has a few brain cells knocking around his head, at least, certainly enough to annoy you. but whenever taehyung comes to town, it’s like he suddenly shares one brain cell that gets bounced between him and taehyung at varying intervals. 

lucky for you, jimin makes for a fantastic mediator. “y/n,” he tugs you into a warm hug before you can get your hands on jungkook’s neck. “missed you!” he wraps himself tight around you, his cologne comforting and familiar, and you press your cheek to his shoulder, beaming up at him. 

“jiminie,” you coo, sufficiently distracted by jimin’s warmth. jimin’s always given the best hugs. 

jimin tugs you away from jungkook, mouthing “you owe me” to jungkook over his shoulder for saving his life, again. but jungkook sulks instead, lips pursed as he watches you and jimin curl up on the couch together, you relaying story upon story upon story, everything you haven’t already managed to tell him in the group chat the five of you were so incessantly loud in. 

“looks can’t actually kill, you know,” jisoo comments, snickering quietly when jungkook whips his head to stare at her with wide eyes. 

“what are you talking about?” 

“all’s fair in love and war, jisoo,” taehyung sidles in with a dramatic sigh, one hand wrapped around a can of beer. jungkook’s eyes dart from one friend to the other, wondering if he’s already drunk when he hasn’t even so much as touched a drink. it’s the only explanation he has for not being able to understand either of them. taehyung sips his beer, then eyes jungkook flatly. “you’re glaring at jimin,” he translates. 

jisoo and taehyung watch jungkook’s brain practically short-circuit, malfunctioning in record time. jungkook’s eye twitches. 

“i love jimin.” 

(it comes out a little more defensive than he intended.) 

taehyung snorts. “sure,” he pats jungkook’s shoulder. “when he’s not twisted around y/n like a pretzel.” 

jungkook scoffs, facial expressions bending in multiple directions as he tries to settle on the appropriate, normal reaction to the nonsense taehyung is spewing. he decides on simply escaping, muttering something about needing a drink, and spins on his heels, heading back into taehyung’s kitchen for said drink. 

taehyung and jisoo exchange conspiratorial looks, then share one more with jimin, who raises both eyebrows at them amusedly from across the room, where you’re still snuggled up to him. 

while jisoo spends much of her time trying to pry a nonexistent confession out of you claiming your love for jungkook (but why would you, when min yoongi is right there), she’s generally more lowkey with jungkook. you view everything in the world in rose-gold - it only makes sense that you need a little bit of prodding and gentle guidance to set you in the proper direction of what’s right under your nose. 

jungkook is a little less oblivious of a person, in general. he’s not a romantic - quite the opposite, actually - and typically frank about the way he feels towards people. but his friends have spent the past god knows how many years watching jungkook blatantly side step his massive crush on you in favor of poking fun at you like a third grader pulling pigtails. he needs a little push, too. 

when the five of you settle into the living room, you’ve slid off the couch onto the floor, jungkook taking the spot next to you and grabbing the remote. jimin’s still on the couch, this time with jisoo, while taehyung sits on jungkook’s other side. 

“what’ll it be tonight?” jungkook flips through the movie selections. “inception? shrek?” he leans towards you to whisper in your ear. “the conjuring?” 

you elbow him out of your space. “absolutely not.” jungkook continues scrolling, and when you spot the movie you want, you tap his arm excitedly. “to all the boys i’ve loved before!” 

jungkook sighs deeply. “y/n. we’ve seen this movie five times.” 

“but i don’t think tae and jiminie have yet,” you whine, uncharacteristically pouty. in normal circumstances, you’d yank the controller from jungkook and hit play regardless of the complaining groan he’d let out, annoyed. but with your other friends around, you mellow out a little, your cuter side drawn out. you’re batting puppy-dog eyes at him, lower lip jutting out. jungkook’s not even convinced you know what expression you’re making; it comes so naturally when the other boys are around. 

jungkook caves. he just - he hasn’t seen you like this in awhile, all puppy-eyed and childish, that’s all. never mind the sudden race of his heart in his chest. taehyung, jimin, and jisoo glance at each other while jungkook hits play without so much as asking the others if they want to watch this movie too, you cheering as the opening credits roll. 

“five times, huh?” taehyung whispers to jungkook. 

“i could probably recite this movie with my eyes closed,” jungkook mutters, not hearing the suggestive lilt in taehyung’s tone. taehyung just laughs quietly under his breath, shaking his head. 

jungkook is impressively obvious, to everyone but you and himself. 

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il dolce (m) | jinkook ii

rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim seokjin x reader x jeon jungkook word count: 2.7k suggested listening: aura, poison, crazy - got7 | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, M/M/F, bondage, edging summary: on a hot summer night in Italy, two chefs in Venice take you to the brink of pleasure. notes: just shameless smut! so SO tired of tumblr's formatting, so pls visit me on AO3. navigation: part i | masterlist.

“Is that good?” You whisper, dancing your hips around Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s below you, his naked, muscled frame glistening under the dark blue hues of the moonlight.

“Ah, oh my g- don’t clench,” He gasps out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his grip loosens around your waist.

“Shh.” You gesture with a finger up to your lips as Jungkook’s eyes spring open and you point to Jin. He’s fast asleep facing the both of you, and you put your index finger to your lips again.

“But you’re being so evil,” He contorts his face in silence, quickly blowing air out. You press down in his chest to ride him as lightly as you can, and he groans at the motions. You can’t help it, but more of your arousal drizzles down his cock and he lets out a soft whine.

“Ah, fuck, all you can hear is how wet-f-fuck,” His voice jitters before he digs the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your ass. He uses his hands to move you at a much faster pace, skin slapping against skin.

“I-I can’t h-hold,” Jungkook finds himself choking back a breathy groan as he cums. You take a deep breath in at the sensation of the warm liquid filling your walls.

“God you’re so fucking impatient,” You whisper, and he pulls out of you before you stretch yourself out on top of him, skin-on-skin.

As you turn your head on Jungkook’s chest, your eyes widen as you see Jin’s dark, glowing eyes staring back at you.

“Having fun without me I see?”

Jin raises his eyebrows knowingly, and he turns over on his side, cradling his hand in his head to look at the two of you. He curls a finger at you, gesturing for you to come to him.

After a moment, you roll over next to Jin, and he crawls on top of you, enveloping your lips in his. His smooth, hearty lips glide across your own, and it draws a throaty moan from you.

Jin pulls away just as the kiss grows heated, creating a sucking sound as your lips part.

You’re left breathless as he pulls away -- your eyes watching as he traces a finger from the arch of your nose down to your lips.

"You're in trouble, my darling," Jin taps your lips, letting out a soft laugh as your eyes roam his features.

“Wear something sexy for dinner.” It's a command, but it falls from his lips like a sweet request.

Jin looks up to give Jungkook a knowing look, and Jungkook smirks in response.

✹✹✹

Jungkook and Jin pull you from a vaporetto, and after you make it to ground you tuck your hands into the back pocket of both men’s jeans.

As you navigate the cobblestone streets in your heels you squeeze their buttocks for stability, and the two men throw their arms around your shoulders.

You reach the counter of a trattoria -- a dark, elegant, buzzing hole in the wall -- and make eye contact with the hostess.

“Three.” You gesture with your fingers, and Jungkook leads the way, closely followed by Jin, who interlocks your fingers with his.

She offers a table in the front, but Jin points to the back wall of the restaurant. She nods, and the three of you walk further.

You watch Jungkook and the hostess exchange looks, and you shoot him a glare.

Jin stops her to tell her something, and she nods.

“What? Jealous?” Jungkook chuckles, pulling your chair for you to sit. He bites his lip as he watches you cross your legs, your silk dress barely covering even a few inches of your thighs.

Jungkook sits down and your eyes focus on Jin, who distributes the menu.

As Jin’s eyes roam the menu, your eyes roam over him instead. His silky pink locks part over one of his eyes in a comma shape, and his silver chain sits sinfully in between his defined pecs. His sunkissed chest is framed by the many undone buttons of his dress shirt.

Your eyes then float to Jungkook, who’s chiseled features are glowing in the candlelight. The tips of his dark, wavy locks stick to his jaw from the humidity, and his white shirt clings to his defined frame in the sticky, hot heat of the restaurant. He rolls his sleeves up and lays his head on his tattooed hand to continue his intake of the menu.

Your attention is thwarted when the hostess brings back a bottle of wine, and pours the fruity, clear liquid into your cups.

Jungkook’s eyes follow her every motion before he watches her sway away.

You pick up your cup to swirl the liquid before taking a sip as Jungkook looks at your jealous expression, fully satisfied with himself. He does it to get a rise out of you, but you know three can play this game -- the sweet elixir on your lips only there to fuel you further.

"Ah, it's so hot in here," You sigh, fanning yourself with your hand.

Both Jungkook and Jin glance up from their menu to look at you for a few seconds.

You dip your fingers inside your water, fishing out an ice cube.

As you look at Jin and Jungkook, you suck on it, causing your lips to make slurping sounds. The ice cube quickly melts in the heat, and the water drips down your chin and onto the table.

You can visibly see Jungkook swallow arousal down his throat, and Jin looks at you coolly.

"Have you decided what you want from the menu yet?" Your eyes grow dark with satisfaction as you can see the gentle rise and fall of their chests pick up in pace.

"Because I have." You continue, looking them over from their chests and back up to their eyes.

Jungkook coughs out of pure sexual frustration as he tears his eyes away from you to focus back on his menu.

Jin shakes his head, his fully dilated pupils betraying his cool demeanor as his eyes flit back to his menu.

You throw your hair back over your shoulders and insert the piece of ice into your mouth before crunching down on it.

The sound catches their attention again and you retrieve another piece of ice from your cup.

You sigh as the cool cube meets your skin, and lean your head back to run the cube down your neck.

A few water droplets beat you to slip in between your decolletage, and you gasp at the sensation as you look down in between your breasts.

You look up after a second to find them both staring at you -- their eyes blown wide with lust.

The moisture causes your silk dress to cling further to your frame, and their lips part.

"Are you ready to order?"

Jin and Jungkook slowly tear their eyes away from you and to the waiter, nodding their heads.

“M-Miss?” The waiter steals a glance of you as he waits, and Jungkook shoots him a jealous look.

It makes you smirk as you catch it from your peripheral, and you drum your fingers on the table.

You don’t take your eyes off of Jin, watching sweat droplets visibly form on his throat.

You take a sip of your wine before swallowing it, tracing a finger under your lips.

“I’ll have what they’re having,” You state, your eyes still on Jin.

A gulp rolls down Jin’s veiny throat as he meets your eyes.

Jungkook's arousal creeps up his body as he watches the two of you eyefuck, making him bite his lip hard before responding. He completes the order with the waiter before throwing his head back in a sigh.

"Gonna use the WC. Be right back," You announce, putting your cloth napkin on the table.

You walk away, looking over your shoulder to give Jin a come hither look that Jungkook can't see with his back to you.

A few seconds later, Jin follows your path to the back.

✹✹✹

“Why are you so intoxicating?”

Jin whispers as he kisses your neck, dragging his lush lips over your skin as he takes in your scent.

Jin hikes your silk dress up to your hips, swings your leg up into the crevice of his arm, and quickly enters you.

You groan as you adjust to his size, and he pulls a spaghetti strap down to capture your breast in his mouth. You let out a guttural moan, undetected through the din of the restaurant.

“You liked tempting us?” Jin fucks into you furiously, the old sink your hands are gripping nearly loosening from the wall.

“Hmm?” He lightly places a hand around your neck as he drills into you. You try to dip your head back, but he holds your neck firmly so your eyes continue to focus on his. His grip nearly brings you to your high, but he immediately pulls out of you and you whine in protest.

You look at him, chest heaving, and your eyes giving him a questioning look. He swiftly turns you around and bends you over the sink before giving your ass a slap that makes you jolt.

“Behave and get back to the table,” He whispers into your ear, slipping the strap of your dress back up. He places a light kiss on your shoulder, his lips curling up into a smirk as he looks at you through the foggy mirror.

✹✹✹

You wobble in your heels back to the table, your legs no better than noodles. You plop into your seat, and you sigh, your hair sticking to your face.

You lick your lips as you close your eyes, still relishing the thought of Jin between your thighs.

Jin returns after a few moments and sits, his lips swollen and stained red with your lipstick.

Jungkook looks back and forth between the two of you -- jealousy firing within him even though you were on top of him just a few hours ago. His pants tighten in arousal and he shakes his leg, causing the table to tremble.

The waiter serves the food: mussels, plates of assorted pasta, salads, the works.

Jungkook subtly glides his hand over the bulge growing below him, even if it only offers a few seconds of relief.

You start to partake in the food, and Jin taps Jungkook’s shoulder to get his ear. Jungkook bends over and nods, and his now devilish eyes glide over to meet yours.

The hushed conversation between them is in Italian, and you kick yourself for not studying harder. You ignore it, continuing on with your food as you observe them.

After a few moments, you suddenly feel Jungkook’s large fingers start to circle your knee.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes on in your mind: this is why Jin chose the table in the back wall of the restaurant.

Jungkook drags your chair closer to his with one arm while he sucks at another mussel.

His rough hand glides up the smooth skin of your leg, his fingers landing on the lace of your underwear. He takes a one-handed sip of his wine, and Jin chuckles as he chews his meal.

Your hand lands on Jungkook’s wrist, and a small whine escapes your lips as he slides his hand into your underwear. You gasp as you look around, but Jungkook’s movements go unnoticed.

You slide your hips down to allow him more access, and he slips his long fingers inside of you.

Jin smirks at the sight and sips his wine, watching as you sublty writhe and gasp under Jungkook’s touch.

The prospect of getting caught makes you release more arousal onto his fingers as you near your release, and just before you do, he pulls his fingers out of you.

Jungkook’s wet lips come close to your ear, and he chuckles before he speaks.

“That’s revenge for earlier,” He whispers, and you turn your head toward his, almost meeting his lips. “We just decided we’re gonna have fun edging you all night.” You watch him lick his wet fingers as he looks at you.

Jungkook relishes the desperate whimper that leaves your lips, your brows coming together in protest.

You press your legs together to relieve some of the tension in your core as you sit up straight, but the lack of release makes you antsy.

“Should we get out of here soon?” You ask as you bite your lip in a desperate heat, watching the two of them.

“No...I think we should maybe get...dessert?”

Jin pretends to ponder the idea, but the decision was already made in his mind.

You bite your lip so hard you can taste copper.

The tension between your legs was unbearable, but you knew the coil wasn’t going to loosen anytime soon. You sit up straight, squeezing your legs together as you bite your nail.

“What’s your favorite dessert, my love?”

You look over the menu and settle on tiramisu, showing Jin the item on the menu.

✹✹✹

The waiter drops the dessert on the table and your eyes widen at the treat.

The essence of coffee wafts into your nostrils, and you lick your lips, eager for a taste.

Jin drags the plate toward him and cuts it into three.

Both Jin and Jungkook partake in the sweet treat, and you wait for them to load the sole fork for you. Jin loads the fork with the treat and you bend forward to take it in your mouth.

He brings it to your mouth a few times before pulling it back a few more. You impatiently try to chomp at it, but Jin inserts the cake into his mouth with a moan.

“You’ve been naughty. You don’t get any,” He states, and you whine as you roll your ankle underneath the table, desperate for a taste.

Jungkook takes the fork and teases you with another piece before eating it.

“Eat me,” You bark at Jungkook, and he chuckles cockily, licking his lips.

“Mmph, so good,” Jungkook moans, licking his fork as he looks at you.

The cake disappears piece by piece, and only a dollop of cream is left on the plate.

Jungkook picks it up with his finger and looks at you, his eyes dipping down to your lips.

“Open,” He commands, and you stick your tongue out. He swipes the cream down your tongue, and you wrap it around his finger.

You unexpectedly grab his wrist to suck on his finger before releasing it. His chest heaves as the sensation sends a jolt straight to his cock, and he looks at you darkly.

“Should we leave now?” You ask again, but this time it’s fully a demand.

Jin laughs at your boldness, taking the last sip of his wine from his cup as he looks at you.

✹✹✹

“Limoncello?”

The cashier asks as Jin places his card and receipt back in his wallet.

Jin takes the three small shots of the neon yellow liquid, distributing it to you and Jungkook.

The four of you clink glasses before downing the shot, hissing as the tart drink glides down your throats. You slam the cup down on the counter, but you suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist.

Jungkook pulls you by the wrist from the restaurant and presses you up against a wall outside of it. His hands glide to your chin, and his hot tongue slides past your lips. You breathe through the tart, lemony kiss before you pull away for air.

“I can’t keep my hands off you any longer,” He gasps for air before diving back into your lips.

“Aren’t you supposed to be edging me or something?” You tease in a purr into his lips, and he growls in response into yours.

✹✹✹

Jin pushes the door to the bakery open as you're in his arms, the bell above you rattling.

Jin presses your back into the glass wall, his smooth hands sliding up your legs as he kisses you.

You moan as you recall the bakery is exposed to the street, and your fingers drift into Jin's hair as he marks your neck. He runs his tongue over the marks to soothe them before Jungkook takes you by the wrist.

Jungkook hikes your dress up before he lifts you into his arms and you jolt as your skin meets the cool, glass counter.

Your lips meet in a hot white heat, and his wet hair tickles your skin as he kisses your neck.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you palm him through his pants, his teeth digging deeper into your skin.

A moan drips from your lips as his hand cups your drenched core, and he pulls from your lips to fully unbutton his shirt.

Jin takes one of the sweet pink ribbons meant for gift wrapping from behind the counter and snips a long piece off. Jungkook slips the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts.

"No, please," You plead as Jin approaches you from the front, tying your wrists together in front of your lap with the ribbon as his eyes smolder.

"Yes, my darling," He chuckles, knowing he's the one in full control of your pleasure tonight.

You hear Jungkook rustling behind you and then another snip.

Suddenly, your vision goes black, but you can still recall the sweet pink hues of the bakery.

They didn’t feel so sweet or innocent now.

"Safe word, my love," Jin whispers in your ear, and a chill runs down your spine at the heightened vibrations in your ear.

"Dolce," You respond, turning your head to search for his presence.

A hand draws your hair back from your shoulders, and a set of lips press into your collarbones and the tips of your shoulders.

Another set of lips meet your neck, and you know the hard, open-mouthed kisses are Jungkook's.

Jin's lips meet your breasts, suckling at the skin there. You feel Jungkook pinch your other breast, and your stomach clenches as Jin continues his trail of kisses down your abdomen.

Jin's lips press into your inner thighs as he drags you onto your back, drawing waves from your stomach. You jolt again at the cool glass at your back.

Jungkook pulls your tied wrists over your head, and Jin's finger draws your underwear aside.

Jungkook's warm tongue meets the stiff peaks at your breasts, and he gasps as he licks directly around them. You moan as he suddenly takes one in his mouth and gently pulls it with his teeth.

Jin laps at your arousal at the edge of your core, his finger only gliding at your entrance.

You let out an earthy moan in desperation, squirming and lifting your lips to get any drop of relief.

You hear footsteps and Jin chuckles as you hear the slam of a fridge, and you feel another set of hands pull your underwear down your legs.

You yelp as a cool, creamy sensation meets your core -- and two warm tongues meet the liquid to lap it up.

The cool liquid is drawn all over your body, quickly followed by the warm tongues, and by the end of it, your legs are trembling.

As the two pull away your body heaves, sweat droplets dripping down your frame.

Someone sits you upright and places a soft kiss on your neck.

After a silent moment, what feels like the texture of frosting presses against your lips.

"Take a bite," Jungkook coaxes you, and you oblige. You lick your lips after swallowing a bite, and the frosting smears across your lips, chin and neck.

You sigh as Jungkook slowly licks it off of you with his tongue, your core aching for relief in response.

"Does it feel good?" Jin purrs into your ear from behind, his fingers sliding below you as he nibbles at your earlobe.

All you can do is moan out a response, your pulse racing through your body.

Jungkook takes one last lick of you, and you find yourself taken to your knees on the floor.

Someone tilts your chin up as you hear unzipping, and you feel two smooth, hard and heavy presences on your face.

"Open," Jungkook whispers as he taps under your chin, and he slides his cock inside your mouth.

You moan as you swirl your tongue around him, relishing in the salty taste of him after the sweet. He groans, quickly pulling from your mouth.

"Tongue. Out," You hear Jin's voice, and you oblige. He slips himself onto your tongue, and he guides your movements with his hands.

He groans and pulls out as you're impatient by now, devouring each of their cocks with a fervor matching the pulsing of your core.

Their moans draw saliva from your mouth, and you feel a desperation brew deep inside your chest.

Jungkook pulls you up from the ground, swinging your tied wrists around his neck and gripping your ass to make you wrap your legs around his waist.

The wood stairs crunch, and you hear a door creak open before you feel the soft fabric of the couch meet your skin.

Jungkook swings your arms above your head, and you suddenly feel him breathing near your core. He suddenly dives into you with his tongue, and you sharply breathe out.

You squirm, unable to control his pace as he suckles at your clit. He pulls away a few times before circling his tongue around you at full speed. You can feel him spit on you before he drags his tongue on your lips below, and you groan as the sensation intensifies. He pulls gently at your lips with his teeth before soothing you each time with a firm lick.

Jin turns your head to take your lips into his, and his thumbs glide over your nipples in a pace to match Jungkook below.

You squeeze your legs around Jungkook's neck as you nearly cum, but he pulls his lips from you and you whine in desperation.

"Fuck, please..." Your stomach clenches, your breathing deep as he kisses up your body, now damp with sweat.

"What did you say about eating you again?" He taunts, and you whimper, trying to free yourself from your restraints.

Your back arches as Jin's slender fingers slip inside of you, coaxing another moan from you. His pace is relentless as he kisses your lips -- Jungkook stealing a hard kiss from you every so often.

Jungkook groans, and you hear sticky sounds as he furiously jerks off next to you.

A fire starts to brew in your belly and you clench around Jin's fingers at the sounds, but he pulls them out of you as you try to cum.

"Fuck! No..." You whine as a tear slips down your cheek. Your breaths are ragged as your safe word nearly slips to the edge of your tongue.

The tear is more about frustration and loss of control, and Jin softly kisses your cheek.

"Shall we reward our good girl now?"

Jin asks Jungkook, his sweet voice like honey to your ears.

Jungkook lifts you into his lap and places you over his cock in a cowgirl position, and he teases your wet entrance a few times before he enters you.

"Mmm fuck," You easily slip down onto his thick, hard girth and he groans, his fingers digging into your waist. You moan in response as you feel every inch of him sink inside of you -- only heightened by your lack of sight.

Jungkook starts to lift his hips to pump into you -- the thrusts already wet from your intense arousal.

Jin is behind you to remove your makeshift blindfold, and you see Jungkook thrusting into you from below, his cheeks flushed with a cherry red hue.

Your eyes meet Jungkook and he swallows, his pace picking up as you moan. You still can't control his pace with your hands tied, and you growl as he pummels into you.

His muscles bulge as he takes a firm grip of your ass before smacking it, eliciting a gasp from you. He rolls you over his cock before he brings his lips to hover near yours.

"Is it good? Hmm?" He moans out as he licks his lips, pressing his nose to yours as he drills into you.

"Ah, ah, ah," Jin follows pace as he jerks himself off watching the two of you. He throws his head back, revealing his divine neck as he gets lost in the pleasure of the scene.

Your fingers dig into Jungkook's shoulders as he places two firm thrusts into your core, making you cum. You groan through your teeth, moaning as he rides you through your orgasm.

"Fuck!" He quickly pulls out from you and he stands up to spurt his thick, hot load all over you. He guides you toward Jin, watching as you sink yourself on top of him.

After a few minutes of your moans, Jungkook quickly hardens again, his hand firmly gliding over his length. He spits in his hand to pull at his thickening cock and he gasps as he lubricates himself with the precum that already drizzles from the tip.

"God, do you like watching? You like fucking watching?" You moan as you turn around to watch his rotating wrist guide his hand to twist over his girth.

"Just like the other night, right?"

"Mmph," Jungkook throws his head back, his toned abdominal muscles contracting as he recalls the night Jin had his fingers inside of you. He didn't know you knew he was watching, and the sexy thought increases his pace.

"Jin..." You purr as Jin picks up pace, the lifts of his strong hips and defined thighs causing you to bounce on his cock.

"Mmm, fuck," Jungkook groans as he steps onto the couch, jerking his cock off near your lips.

Jin drills into you as he watches from below, and you moan as you stick your tongue out.

After a few last strokes of his cock, Jungkook releases his second load onto your tongue. You tuck your tongue back into your mouth -- swallowing.

Jin yells as he pummels into you before your walls relentlessly clench his cock and you moan. He cums inside of you, and a few sticky thrusts complete the session.

You kiss and nip at Jin's swollen lips before you swirl tongues with Jungkook, popping your lips from his.

Jin releases your wrists from their bind, and then tucks your damp hair behind your ear.

"I was supposed to be sightseeing." You feign, moving to place a kiss on each of their lips.

Jungkook leans back on the couch, raking his fingers through his hair as he chuckles.

“This was probably way more fun, right?” Jin asks, watching you cross your legs as you sit in between them.

A smile overtakes your face and you only manage to giggle in response.

[dorkwhowrites]

Champagne Cocaine Gasoline

Group: Bangtan Boys

Pairing: Vhope

Genre: Angst/Fluff

For @girlwhowritesbad

Hoseok stands at the bus stop nervously looking around every other second.

He might be here any minute and Hoseok feels himself getting even more nervous as time passes by.

His phone buzzes and he expects it to be a text from him. But instead, it’s Hoseok’s roommate and best friend Yoongi.

‘Don’t forget to buy milk on your way home’

‘Fine’ Hoseok replies.

‘Also some squid chips pls thx’

‘K’

Hoseok pockets his phone almost wanting to leave. He is over twenty minutes late. Maybe, he isn’t even gonna show up…

Just then Hoseok sees an expensive looking black car stop in front of the bus stop.

The driver steps out and opens the car door and there he is casually sitting in the seat. He lowers his sunglasses just a little looking at Hoseok and Hoseok feels himself getting self-conscious.

The pictures on his profile didn’t him do any justice Hoseok thinks. He is even more stunning in real life.

“Are you even gonna get in, Hoseokie?” he says and his voice is so deep and sexy. Of course, the man had called him Hoseokie a lot before when they chatted but it was sounded so different and sexy to actually hear him say it.

Hoseok nods as he gets in and sits maintaining a distance between them.

“How was your day Hoseokie?” he asks a little smirk on his face.

“It was uh okay,” Hoseok answers. “How was your day, Mr. Kim?”

“Boring, a lot of meetings,” he answers sitting back and crossing his legs.

Hoseok smiles when they make eye contact while he fidgets with his backpack.

There is complete silence to the point that it feels awkward to Hoseok but Mr. Kim seems to be completely at ease.

About 20 minutes later the car stops and the driver steps out and opens the door as Hoseok steps out looking at a majestic glass building.

He suddenly feels Mr. Kim’s hand on the small of his wait just slightly touching and Hoseok feels goose bumps on his skin.

“Come on Hoseokie,”

Hoseok nods as he walks in with Mr. Kim. It’s a restaurant and it’s a damn expensive one. Hoseok looks out of place with his ripped jeans, his gray hoodie, and converse. Everyone including Mr. Kim is dressed in suits that are probably worth more than Hoseok’s college tuition.

Lost in his thoughts he doesn’t realize that Mr. Kim is calling out his name.

A man is guiding them to a table.

He pulls out a chair and Hoseok sits down and so does Mr. Kim who is smiling at Hoseok yet again and Hoseok barely smiles back. He is so nervous around Mr. Kim especially when he smiles like that.

“What would you like to eat?” Mr. Kim asks.

Hoseok looks at the menu card and he is seriously confused but he doesn’t want to show it. Mr. Kim only chuckles as he takes the menu and after a minute says some weird name to the waiter who nods leaving.

Hoseok looks around at the people around him, women dressed in expensive dresses and men in suits sipping wine at 1 pm in the afternoon.

“Hoseokie,” he hears Mr. Kim’s singsong voice.

Hoseok looks at Mr. Kim.

“Uh yes,”

“Relax Hoseokie, I don’t bite,”

Hoseok grins a little sitting back.

“I just wanted to tell you, you look absolutely beautiful,”

Hoseok turns red. It was one thing when Mr. Kim complimented him when they chatted but in person, it was a completely different thing.

“Th…thank you,” Hoseok mumbles looking down. “You look great too”

“That I know,” Mr. Kim says with a smirk on his face.

Just then the waiter is back with what looks like two plates of salad.

“Since you didn’t want to order I got you a salad too,” Mr. Kim says.

“Salad is good,” Hoseok says with a smile as he takes a bite and it is probably the best salad he has ever tasted.

They don’t talk much while eating except Mr. Kim winks at Hoseok twice leaving him red-faced.

Mr. Kim has an astounding effect on Hoseok.

“Would you like dessert?” Mr. Kim asks.

Hoseok shakes his head no. He doesn’t want to seem like a glutton in front of Mr. Kim even though he is barely full.

“All right bill please,” he says and the waiter leaves with a nod.

Hoseok sips on his waiter until the waiter returns with the bill and Hoseok’s mouth is left open when he sees how much the small bowls of salad cost.

“Come on Hoseok,” he hears Mr. Kim.

Hoseok nods as he gets up and just like before Mr. Kim places his hand on the small of his back as if guiding him through.

They get in the car.

“I am sorry Hoseok we couldn’t spend much time together today,” Mr. Kim says.

“Mr. Kim…,”

But he interrupts him anyway.

“But I am very happy about the time we did spend together,”

Hoseok nods.

“I will drop you home before I go back to my office,”

“Oh okay,”

Mr. Kim smiles before taking Hoseok’s hands into his and playing with his fingers before he sits back.

Hoseok feels dizzy at the touch as he recites his address to the driver.

When they almost reach Hoseok’s house Hoseok remembers about the milk and squid chips.

“Mr. Kim…can you stop the car for a second?” Hoseok asks hesitantly.

“Why?”

“I need to get some milk and also some squid chips…,”

“Dong will get it,” Mr. Kim says.

The driver stops the car and immediately leaves to buy the milk and the chips while Mr. Kim seems to be texting someone.

The driver returns and hands a plastic bag to Hoseok before he starts driving again.

Hoseok reaches for his wallet but Mr. Kim stops him gripping his waist.

“But…,”

“It’s okay Hoseok,” he says.

Hoseok gives up feeling guiltier than ever before. Lunch was a other thing but he can’t let Mr. Kim buy groceries for him.

Hoseok is still terribly new to the whole sugar daddy/baby thing…he realizes.

They have soon reached Hoseok’s building and he expects Mr. Kim to drive away but he steps out with Hoseok walking with him to his flat.

He doesn’t talk at all and when Hoseok is at his flat he looks Mr. Kim expecting him to say something.

Mr. Kim instead just leans in and presses his lips to Hoseok’s. It’s gentle and there is no sense of urgency. Hoseok is taken aback but he kisses back Mr. Kim. The kiss, however, ends too soon for Hoseok’s liking and he feels like he might actually faint if it weren’t for the firm grip that Mr. Kim has on his hands.

“I enjoyed my time with you Hoseokie,”

Hoseok nods.

“I wanna see you again,”

Hoseok’s heart is racing.

“I don’t know if I can tomorrow I have a lot of meetings but this Saturday I think I can make some time,”

“Oh okay,”

“Would you like to come?”

“Of course yeah sure I mean,”

Hoseok sounds too excited probably but he doesn’t care. He can’t wait to see Mr. Kim again.

“My place for dinner,” Mr. Kim says.

“Oh okay,”

Mr. Kim smiles a little.

“I look forward to seeing you Hoseokie,” he says,

“Me too Mr. Kim,”

Mr. Kim chuckles.

“You know you can call me Taehyung right,” he says. “You are not my worker…you are special,”

Hoseok gulps.

“Yes, Mr…Taehyung,”

Taehyung laughs again.

“You are too adorable Hoseokie,” Taehyung says. “I am gonna miss you the next two days”

“We can…chat,” Hoseok says.

“Of course we will,” Taehyung says putting his arms around Hoseok.

He kisses Hoseok again and this time he kisses with a sense of urgency almost biting at Hoseok’s lips.

“I have to go now,” Taehyung says as he breaks away from the kiss.

“Goodbye Taehyung,”

“Goodbye Hoseokie,”

He walks off and Hoseok takes a whole minute to gather himself before he rings the doorbell and Yoongi opens the door.

“You took a long time,” Yoongi complains as he goes back to the couch burying himself under a pile of blankets. He has been doing since ever since their heater broke and both of them are too broke to replace it.

“I was with Jimin,” Hoseok lies.

“Did you get my chips?” Yoongi asks and Hoseok tosses him the packet before going in the kitchen to keep the milk in the fridge.

“These are the wrong brand,” Hoseok hears Yoongi yell. “You know I hate these”

“Well, they only had these ones,” Hoseok yells back.

“You could have gotten barbecue chips,” Yoongi yells.

“Shut up and eat your chips,”

Hoseok goes to his room and does homework for the rest of the afternoon and it takes longer than usual because his mind is clouded with the thoughts of Mr. Kim-Taehyung.

Hoseok changes his name from Mr. Kim to Taehyung

Hoseok thinks about how good he looks with his golden tan skin and his deep warm brown eyes and when he smiles. Hoseok can list out a million perfections.

When he finally finishes his homework Hoseok checks his phone and he has two texts from Taehyung.

‘Hoseokie’

‘How is my baby doing?’

Hoseok blushes before typing a reply.

‘Just finished homework, u?’

‘Work boring,’

‘L’

Taehyung sees the text but doesn’t reply.

Just then Hoseok hears Yoongi knocking on his door and Hoseok puts his phone away before opening the door.

“I just called Jimin,” Yoongi says. “He says he was with Jungkook all afternoon”

“Fine, I lied,”

“What were you doing?” Yoongi asks.

“I just spend my time in a café that’s all,”

“Really,” Yoongi says. “Then why did you lie?”

“Uh I don’t know,”

Hoseok knows Yoongi is barely convinced with his poor lie and he knows Yoongi will sniff around but for now he doesn’t need to know.

Of course, soon he will have to tell his best friend that he has found himself a sugar daddy.

Well, that is if Taehyung sticks around…

Hoseok’s stomach is rumbling and he is in no mood to cook.

“Can we call for some pizza?” he asks Yoongi.

“Don’t worry Seokjin left some pasta this afternoon,”

“Bless him,” Hoseok says as he goes to the fridge and puts the pasta in the microwave to heat it.

Hoseok and Yoongi eat dinner while watching a wildlife documentary on how lions mate and Yoongi is particularly fascinated but Hoseok is barely watching his mind still warped into thoughts.

Hoseok washes the dishes after he finishes his dinner and then goes to his bedroom so he can finally sleep when he checks his phone and before contemplating decides to text Taehyung goodnight.

Taehyung sees it but doesn’t reply.

Hoseok curses himself for being too stupid of course Taehyung doesn’t have time to respond to silly good night texts or maybe Hoseok is being too clingy…

What if Taehyung doesn’t even like him? And all day today he was just being nice to Hoseok.

But he did kiss Hoseok…

Hoseok groans.

He really doesn’t know anything about how these relationships work and how he has found himself in one.

After all, it was a bored evening that lead to all this.

Hoseok doesn’t know why he went to the sugar daddy site because the thought of having a sugar daddy had never even crossed his mind.

He swiped through profiles of fat pot bellied men who looked older than his father and that’s when he came across Kim Taehyung’s profile.

The man didn’t look older than 30. The picture of him was posing on some cruise ship wearing a floral shirt the top buttons undone and short shorts showing off his body in a sinful way.

He was sexy, Hoseok thought.

So, Hoseok just made an account to talk him and if he was being serious he didn’t even expect a response but Kim Taehyung managed to surprise Hoseok and of course just 3 weeks later they were meeting for lunch and Taehyung even kissed him.

This is bizarre and strangely quite fun.

Hoseok’s phone buzzes and there it is a goodnight text from Taehyung. Hoseok can hardly wipe the grin off his face.

He falls asleep happy.