#btssmutclub
Text
Matcha lattes, unfinished letters, velvet cuffs... (18+)
⇻ pairing: Taehyung x FemaleReader. SugarDaddy!Tae. Dom!Tae.
⇻ synopsis: Taehyung and Vogue work abroad for his next photoshoot, but he uses this longtime break he is also in to bring his well known friends on this trip overseas into the French landscapes. The reader, happily taking this chance to spend more time with him, enjoys a well deserved vacations by being tied on Taehyung's bed.
⇻ tags: minors dni. smut, fwb, SugarDaddy!Taehyung, dom!tae, light bondage, weekend getaway, cunnilungus, multiple orgasms (female receiving), vaginal fisting, light BDSM tones, crack!fic tbh there's a few jokes.
⇻ words: 4.3k.
⇻ links: ao3.
⇻ a/n: lmfao hello again. I'm back posting fics, not sure if I'll ever manage to post all my other old fics here on Tumblr but they are all up on ao3 if you guys were ever interested. Anyways, here is my next fic, it's not that long so hopefully you guys enjoy! I enjoy comments and reblogs a lot, my ask box is open :)
Sunlight filtered through the trees above your head, casting shadows around him like the sun took out a brush and carefully flicked its wrists on the fallen leaves around you both. You hated it. How he didn't need to lift a finger and the whole universe would simply arrange itself to flatter him so.. He was a natural type of beauty, an ethereal one at least. Everything seemed to be for the purpose of exalting his beauty; the honey colour of his skin, the dark curls of his permed and dyed again hair, sitting on top of a bench and showing off the toned physicality of his back.
And if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for. thee that one of thy members should perish, and. not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. Matthew 5:29.
The devil could take you down to hell himself and hellfire would not be enough to burn out the desire that clawed at your throat. But this was not the time, or the place for any of that. You could keep thirsting for Taehyung somewhere else, where he didn’t catch you with drool dripping down your chin or with a serious case of “fuck me” eyes whilst there were people around.
After all, you were just friends, friends that occasionally fucked in unconventional positions (and spots). His buddies were busy photographing him in all his glory for the millions of followers he had on instagram, each one getting off and lusting over him as much as you did.
Although, unlike those faceless followers, he actually knew you. And you’d know each other whilst he was still training to be the superstar he has become today.
“Has anyone ever told you how easy you are to read?”, you got caught off guard by Wooshik. Grinning cheekily, he raised his iced americano and sipped some from his straw.
“Has anyone ever told you how you can be a dick?”
“Struck a nerve there, huh? Don’t worry you aren’t the only one, I think at least Jennie and Hyungsik seriously reevaluated on staying behind on this overseas trip.”
“Whatever,” you scoffed, “unlike them he actually scheduled it so that we were both free from work to hang out and travel,”
Wooshik laughed, interrupting you, “that’s cause you’re practically his sugar baby.”
“Shut it, I paid for a few things.”
“Like what.”
“Like the clothes I brought here, jackass, mind your own business.”
“Agent Provocateur doesn't count!”
“Jesus, how much does he tell you?”
“Everything.”
“What are you guys arguing over now?” Taehyung walked back up the path, still shirtless but with a brown cardigan offering a slutty view of his chest. You tried not to stare but failed.
“How bad you’re spoiling our shortie here.”
“I’m not spoiled!”
Tae laughed, leaning closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He leaned close, his breath ghosting over yours as he cocked and eyebrow up and smirked. “Does my favourite girl need more attention? Should we share the airbnb room tonight?”
Damn him. Your whole face flushed beet red, eyes shooting wide as you tried not to stutter or stumble on your words. “I-I, You- You should s- I don’t–”
“Save it for tonight Romeo, we still have two more hours on the road before we get to the cabin.”
Taehyung smirked, leaning down and kissing your nose quickly before heading back to the car, his security detail still standing a few feet away. “I’m driving,” he announced, “Y/N, take shotgun so you can spot the cows we see on the road.”
Your eyes lit up, pushing past Wooshik and heading straight towards the grey Hyundai, sitting on the front seat and excitedly clicking the seatbelt on. You could hear Taehyung laughing, his loud square smile ever present as he patted Wooshik's back and told his other friends how you’d go ahead from everyone else.
“Marselle is quite pretty this time of the year,” Taehyung started as he moved the side mirrors, starting the engine before driving off.
You reached out for the aux cord, connecting it with your phone and sorting through one of the shared playlists you had with Tae. “It’s not as cold as I thought it would be, actually, oh, do you think we can get some matcha around here?”
“Maybe, there’s quite a few cafés but I don’t think I can order one with my shitty French,” he laughed, punching the airbnb address onto the navigation system.
“Nothing my crummy B1 certificate and google translate can’t fix, it’s been working since we got here.”
Tae laughed, glancing at you quickly before focusing on the road, “the waiter from last night’s restaurant disagrees.”
“Okay, whose fault is it that I was in flip flops and a sundress at a fucking french high cuisine restaurant.”
“You didn’t have to bring the google lady out”
“I can’t even pronounce hor d'oeuvres! How was I expected to successfully communicate!?” you demanded.
Taehyung laughed even more, Michel Buble starting to play in the background as you both bickered. It was fun to spend time with Taehyung like this. Before his group’s hiatus he barely had enough time to go out and meet for coffee. Granted, neither one of you liked coffee, and instead opted for green tea matcha lattes. It was one of your first bonding points, before you both realised how fond you were with jazz and movies. Studying art, living for beauty, that was one of the biggest traits you both shared.
Then, of course, came the sexual chemistry, but that’s for another time. Right now, you were incredibly engrossed with each other, his hand moving from the steering wheel and holding your knee in a caring and reassuring way, pointing out whenever he saw a cow so you could take out your phone and spam your friend’s with pictures of them. It reminded you of your own car trips when you were a child.
“Did your mom text you today?”
You glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, “no… did she text you?”
“Yeah, she said you don’t call her as often lately.”
“God, since when are you friends with my mother?”
He smirked, “since you answered that facetime call and I was shirtless in the background.”
Your face grew hot, you could even feel the tips of your ears get warmer out of embarrassment, “let’s not talk about my mother right now.”
“Well, we can talk about my mother then,” he grinned.
You glanced back at him, his hand squeezing your thigh before leaving to push his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. “What about your mother?”
“She invited you for Christmas this year, if you aren’t spending it with your family of course-”
“I’d love to come,” you interrupted.
He smiled. “Great.”
The airbnb was better than you expected. But when it came to Taehyung and his taste you could only ever expect decadence. A palazzio; bubbling champagne in small glass flutes; a box of chocolate splayed over a duck feather comforter; rose and sweet scented candles. He was a romance and beauty corporeal.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. from Endymion, J. Keats.
It was no time to quote the English poets but Keats had an eye for beauty you couldn’t ignore, and right here, right now, you were drunk off the view of everything around you.
Your balcony overlooked a rose garden, but as it was approaching the colder months of the year, instead of blossoming buds of red and pink you saw the deep green bushes surrounding a pond, the statue of lovely Eros and Psyche embracing each other, his wings like cupid spread out behind him. The bushes rushed around the pond like a labyrinth, twisted and confusing, with the autumn leaves falling in splashes of mahogany and burnt orange.
The sun, still, was high upon the sky, its rays peeking through the trees and drawing the earth in lovely shadows. Your luggage was still open, clothes spread out on your twin bed whilst you searched for the cameras you packed the night before. Engrossed with the settings of your latest birthday present you failed to notice Taehyung walking inside the room. The gentle rape of his knuckles agains the doorframe..
So he stayed there, transfixed with your task, a cigarette hanging off his lips. Looking up at him only once the smell of it registered, smiling and leaving the camera on the bed as you walked near.
He sucked on the cigarette, cherry bright red before blowing the smoke behind his shoulder, just in time for you to lean up, arms around his neck.
“You know I don’t like kissing you after you smoke.”
“I’ll brush my teeth,” he grinned, leaning down his lips brushing against your own, the smell of cigarette becoming a turn on whenever he was this close to you, “I’ll floss and everything.”
“You better,” you replied, leaning up on the tip of your toes and capturing his lips with your own as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.
It was like dancing, Tchaikovsky and his No. 14 pas de Deux. At one point he leaned down and scooped you into his arms, your legs fitting perfectly around his waist as he walked both of you back to his room. The taste of tobacco and smoke lingered still in his tongue and muddled all your other senses, only breaking back into clarity when he dropped you back in his bed.
Assaulted by the smell of clean linen and a cold breeze passed through his open window. Your hands reached up, searching for the angle of his jaw and to pull him closer against you, but instead he simply clasped your hands, bringing it to his lips and kissing it sweetly. You leaned up on your elbows, watching him retreat back to where his bags were propped.
Watching him, moved as if at home with the place he rented, the big mirror facing the bed captured the concentrated look of his brown as he looked through his things.
You, impatient as ever, turned around and looked over the mess of his bedsheets, picking up what appeared to be a pair of brown leather shorts.
“Will I get to see you wearing this today?”
Taehyung glanced back, laughing softly and turning back to the task at hand, “I fear you won’t see me in any clothes for the rest of the day.”
“I’m more than fine with that.”
He kept rummaging, and you turned over to look more through the things he had left scattered, picking up what seemed to be a letter. You couldn’t read a word of it, seeing as he had written in hangul, but you looked over the fancy blue ink, and liked how it didn’t look like the chicken scratch that Hoseok’s handwriting tended to be.
Down, at the bottom of said letter, Taehyung had drawn a silly cartoon of a tiger climbing a tree. This fact made you laugh aloud, enough to have your lover turn around and loudly explain that it was private, to give it back.
“I can’t even read it! What does it say?”
“I’m not done with it yet.”
“But what does it say?” you insisted.
“It’s just something I do with my dad, ok? It’s more fun.”
“Oh, so the big celebrity has travelled to ye-old-times?” you tease.
He couldn’t help but laugh, finding whatever it was that he was looking for and turning around holding out the white silk cloth in front of you.
“What’s that?”
“For you.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Well, actually, it’s more for us,” said Taehyung, walking back to the bed and making you drop the piece of paper in your hand.
“What does it do?”
“You’ll see,” he continued, leaning down and kissing you once more.
You groaned, biting back down on his lip aware that he liked it and just slowly making out with him as he led you back down on the bed.
He laid you gently, comfortably between the pillows, and started to take off your clothes slowly. His mouth follows and kisses every new patch of exposed skin. Down your neck as you let your hair down, shirt off and mouth nipping and licking on the newness of your exposed collarbone. Your shoulders, the hollow of your neck, down your sternum as his hands expertly unhooked your bra and gently dropped it on the bed.
He moved down your body, kissing the moles on your body and only stopping to take off his own white shirt. You grinned, loving the warm honey tone of his skin, hands caressing the side of his arms. But he stopped, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and pinning your hands back up above your head.
“What’s the matter?” you asked, breathing already laboured from kissing him, from feeling him, you needed him badly.
“You can’t touch me tonight.”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
He raised an eyebrow, giving you a funny face that only made you start laughing for real. With one hand he easily grasped both of yours, and quickly shifted his weight to reach for the piece of white silk he had gathered from his luggage.
Now that you had a better look of it, you noticed the silver hoop that held both pieces of fabric together. And then it clicked, and you just stared at him as he concentrated and slipped the hoop above you in the headboard, both your wrists being tied neatly in the white silk to keep them high above you.
“You’re getting kinky, honey.”
“It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Really? Then what else are we trying today?”
Taehyung hummed, checking your wrists were safely snug and then reaching under your pillow. From there, a big purple dildo.
“Borahae”.
You bursted out laughing, both of you did. His eyes crinkling and reaching to wipe a tear and kissing the side of your face until you thought of a very uncomfortable thing.
“Wait, you aren’t putting that up my ass.”
“And I’m not going to, doubt you prepped for anal.”
“Good… Just checking…”
“I wouldn’t do something like that without talking about it first.”
“Then what are these handcuffs?”
“You said you wanted to try it, and also how you wanted me to fist you and somehow rip your heart out from your pussy.”
Your cheeks grew red, your friends had definitely betrayed you. “Wait, so, I’m getting fisted?”
“I’m thinking about it, the dildo is just to help you stretch a bit while I warm you up.”
“How am I getting warmed up?” you grinned, wanting to know everything before it actually happened as your heart was racing against your chest, aroused but deadly nervous to this entire thing. You were small, and much, much, smaller than Taehyung at that.
He smiled coyly, his voice honey-sweet, “that’s a surprise.”
But you had no second to think about it, with him moving down and crashing his lips on yours. He kissed you hard, drunkenly, biting and nipping on your lips before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.
He muffled out all your moans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and tugging on the cuffs wanting to touch him as your body leaned up to kiss him back.
You didn’t like being submissive, you tended to like more taking control of the situation, but it was in moments like this, and specifically under Taehyung’s (haha) influence that you melted like butter. He guided and moved you every which way, your mind barely registering how he took off your pants and underwear, not noticing he had grabbed lube until he broke the kiss.
A string of saliva still connected your mouth, your tongue poking out of your mouth and licking it back while looking at him. A true picture of beauty and desire, his hair falling right over his eyes, only the coy smile of his visible as he squirted lube on his fingers and on the purple toy.
You gasped, his fingers cold to the touch and making your toes curl as he pressed his fingers against your clit.
Not being tied at the ankles, you comfortably spread your legs wider, giving him enough space to look at what he was doing, making him chuckle at how eager you were getting. “You’re getting wet,” he said.
You simply moaned, eyes closing in pleasure and sinking down into the bed whilst he touched you, a small gasp leaving your lips as you felt his fingers pressing down against your entrance and pushing in.
Your hips shifted down, making him reach deeper inside you and making you shiver in pleasure.
But just as quickly his fingers left, making you open your eyes to complain and just gasping as he pushed the dildo inside you, back arching and grunting as you accommodate to its size, which was not that far off from Taehyung’s to begin with.
“That’s my good girl.”
Flushing, you peaked an eye at him, “you’re enjoying this.”
“We both are Y/N”
You cursed as he used your name, he knew it made your knees go weak, and currently he was making your entire lower body weak.
Honestly you had no idea what he was planning, which made this all even more unnerving, gasping once you felt his warm mouth on your clit, sucking and flicking it harshly with his tongue before pressing the flat of it against the bundle of nerves. He was giving you head and penetrating you at the same time, go figure. Taehyung managed to do the two things he liked best at the same time somehow.
You gasped, moaned, pulling down harshly on the handcuffs as you felt warmth building in the pit of your stomach, Taehyung slowly moving the toy in and out of you as he concentrated his mouth on making you unravel.
And unravel you do, your lower body tingling and making your breathing more laboured as he elicited the most lewd and wettest sounds from you. The squelches of your arousal and his saliva mixing together and echoing in the empty room as you cursed out his name.
“C-Close,” you gasped out, the silk burning on your wrist as you tugged and squirmed underneath him.
Tae leaned back, his chin shiny with your arousal, the dildo still thrusting in and out of you which had your toes curling, “cum for me,” he said, voice raspy with want.
Your vision blurred, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name, completely forgetting you would be sharing this airbnb with a few other people and screaming as loud as you could.
Taehyung helped you ride it all out, grinning widely as he saw your body jump and twitch from his touch, doing as he wanted whenever he commanded, and slowly slipping out the dildo as you calmed down.
But even whilst you were recollecting yourself, his fingers slipped in and replaced the toy. You grunted, feeling spent but glancing back at him you got only more aroused by the glint in his eyes.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“S-Shit, are you seriously going to-”
“Yes,” he interrupted, fingers curled and pressing against your spot making you moan again. He was slow, careful and methodical with his approach. Reading the way you reacted and sticking to what made you moan the loudest, shift your hips closer to his hand.
He stopped, used more lube, and started again. You came again. And he kept persisting until he was closer. You, on the other hand, were sweaty, weak, and had seen God at least twice already with how violently Taehyung made you cum.
And he felt big, bigger than usual, four of his fingers inside of you and you groaned and complained, with him stopping and checking with you every two seconds.
“How are you holding up, darling?”
“G-Good, fuck, so good Christ you’re big.”
He laughed softly, moving slowly, letting you accommodate, and went down to his forearm, “I’m going to do it now love, that ok?”
“P-Perfect, I won’t last.”
But taehyung stopped for a second, worrying you, “d-did something happened,” you glanced back at him, just to notice him inches away from you, mouth crashing on yours and muffling out any moan.
You melted more against him, complete putty for him to shape and mould out to his heart’s desire. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, felt him with his clean hand brush a few of your hairs away from your face and kiss your temple. Moving back down and counting softly before he slipped his hand out and pushed his fist inside you.
Without a second thought you came, your back arching and groaning at the first discomfort of this position and just screaming at how full you felt. How filled with him. The lines blurring inside your head, no longer sure where he began and you ended, and instead, you simply felt the entirety of him eveloping you whole.
His warmth, the weight of his body over you, the musky clean smell of his sweat, and just how lovely his voice was. Full of praise, encouraging you as you came down from your high, slowly moving and eyes bright and drunk with pleasure.
And just as soon as that, he slipped his hand out, sticky and smelling like you as he cupped your face once more and tilted your head up for another greedy kiss.
Lips smacking, tongue searching inside your mouth, and vibrating with his groan as you lazily responded back. The tips of your fingers tingled before he reaches up and lets your hands free.
They fell down in a thud, with you feeling heavy as lead but light as a feather, only leaning up to pull Taehyung’s body closer and grinding down against the fabric of his pants, leaving a wet streak of your arousal on it.
“Y/N, Love,” he laughed, leaning back, “give a second I should take my pants off-”
“Yes, do that,” but instead of letting him go you pulled him back to you, kissing his mouth, down to his chin and biting on his neck hard enough to make him wince.
But Taehyung moaned, turned on even more by the pain and with a heavy clink of his belt he was pushing his trousers and boxers out of the way. You wanted him, still intoxicated with the feeling of his skin as you made use of having your hands back to yourself to dig your nails on his shoulder blades and drag them down his back.
Taehyung responded just as quickly, head tilting to the side as you marked him yours and reached out for a condom, shifting himself to be perfectly on top as your legs wrapped around his waist.
You were weak, on a cloud, leaving a red bite mark on his perfect chest before he gripped on both your wrists and pinned them once more above your head with a single hand. You groaned, turned on by his show of strength, and whimpered out a pathetic sound that resembled his name as he entered you.
It was hard, tortuous, and you couldn't stop screaming even if they paid you.
Neck exposed he left a constellation of hickeys and kisses on your skin, his hips snapping against yours in a way that was going to definitely cripple you by next morning.
He squeezed your wrists tighter, the sharp sting of it making you tighten around him and made him stutter in his pace. You laughed, leaning up and biting on his lip, dragging it between your teeth and hearing him take a shaky breath before he snapped his hips harder. Effectively shutting you up.
And he continued like that, the old bed starting to shift with you both, headboard hitting the wall and echoing the thumps of his cock inside you as you felt your orgasm coming.
Taehyung’s laboured breath just egged you on, leaning up and kissing his neck and shoulders, biting down on his shoulder and making him moan loudly.
“F-Fuck, please, be close.”
“I-I am,” you gasped.
“Cum, fuck I want to feel you around me,” Taehyung’s voice was breezy, almost whiny, like he couldn’t hold on for longer. And how could you stop yourself when he sounded so desperate while simultaneously destroying you?
Stars was an understatement of what you saw when you finished. Colours and blurs of light mingled together, you might as well have passed out for a second with how violently you came. And he came just as hard, letting out a loud moan mixed in with what seemed to be your name.
He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest flush against yours. Neither one of you moved, just feeling him grow soft inside you without any intention of leaving.
You moved your arms around him, hugging him and fingertips slowly brushing over the scratches you had left on his back. You protested when he moved to get up, with you only letting go once he kissed you swiftly.
He walked back up to the bathroom, his cute ass all perky as he discarded the condom and came back with a wet towel, the mess underneath you becoming a problem for another day.
“Remember you have to pee.” Taehyung only wiped you clean, glancing back at you with a princely smile.
“Please, let’s not talk about me getting an UTI, I want to cuddle.”
“I’ll carry you to the toilet and I’ll hug you while you pee.”
“Okay I’ll take that.”
He laughed again, leaning back to you and kissing the tip of your nose before picking you up and cradling you in his arms. “Oh, that reminds me.”
“Hm?”
“We’re still not done here.”
#taehyung#taehyung smut#smutcentralnet#kim taehyung#bts v#bts#bangtan#bangta boys#bangtan writers#btsguild#btssmutclub#fluff#female reader#x fem!reader
250 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stranded- BTS pt. I
Italic=Korean Normal=English
“Namjoon we’re gonna wreck!” I yell.
There’s a island and we’re speeding towards it with no way to steer away. “Oh shit. Guys we're gonna have to jump.” Namjoon yells.
The other members and Namjoon and I climb up onto the edge of the boat and jump into the water. As we came up we see the boat crash into the island and some of our stuff being thrown overboard.
“Damn it” Taehyung says.
“Let’s go, see what we can save…” I start swimming towards the island. Jungkooks the first one to reach the island.
When I finally reach the island I lay down on the beach and take a couple deep breaths to calm my heart and breathing.
“You good y/n?” I hear Namjoon ask me.
“Yeah.” I nod my head and smile. This isn’t how I want to spend my time with them. I won a camping trip with them about a month ago, after meeting and signing contracts and a shit ton of other things we planned the date and number of days.
“Is everyone okay?” I ask softly. They look around at each other and then nod.
Namjoon talks to the members about something but I can’t understand because he’s talking in Korean. I walk over to the boat and start to pull the stuff that’s thrown overboard up onto the beach more. I move onto the boat and start to move stuff off of it.
“Want some help?” Jungkook walks over to me and offers a hand when I have trouble picking up a particularly heavy suitcase. He Carries it off with Ease and comes back to help take the rest of our stuff off. The others want to help but we don’t know how safe it is for a lot of people to be on the boat.
After moving Everything I slip away when they aren’t looking or paying attention. I need some time to think. I wander around for about five minutes before I find a water hole with a beautiful waterfall. I sit down on a nearby rock looking at the water rushing down into the crystal clear water.
I feel like I want to cry but it would be such a stupid reason too. At least I’m not alone. I take a couple deep breaths and stand up, when I turn around I see Namjoon standing there.
“Holy shit. You scared me.” He smiles and walks around the branch to me.
“I noticed you weren’t there so I came looking for you” he says. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little worried that’s all. But I’m sure you all are too.” I look away”
“Yeah, it’s not everyday you are stranded on an island.”
He laughs, “True.”
“We’ll be fine though, thanks to you and Jungkook we have our food, tents, and clothes, and everything we need.” He puts his arm over my shoulder and he takes a deep breath. “Think of it as..an extended camping trip.”
I laugh, “yeah I guess you’re right.”
He moves his arm and stands up, he holds his hand out to me, “c’mon we still have to set up camp. And hopefully we'll be rescued by the end of the week.”
Time-skip 2 weeks later
Namjoons words did not age well…. We have not been rescued and everyone’s getting…antsy, and irritable. I’ve become close to Jungkook, at least I think. We are sharing a tent because mine has a big hole in it from the crash. And despite the man’s abnormally loud snoring and hyper tendencies. He’s very easy to get along with. I’m also close to Namjoon mostly because he can communicate with me the most, but also because he is a big comfort for me.
We’ve started to run low on food so we stopped eating everyday and Jin started to go fish more. I set up traps hoping to catch something. I don’t know if I’d be able to go through with it though. I love animals.
Thankfully we still have our phones and a speaker that aren’t ruined. We also have our portable chargers that use batteries instead of electricity. And we have a bunch of batteries but we have no signal so our phones are basically useless.
“How ya holding up?” Jungkook plops down beside me on the beach.
“I’m good. How about you?” I ask, looking over at him.
He nods. “ I’m okay” He brushed some hair out of my face.
I looked away smiling to myself.
I heard him laugh.
“Jungkook….” He looks over at me. “Thank you for being so nice to me.”
He smiles, “Thank you for being nice to me too. Even when you want to kill me when we get to bed.” We both laugh. “ You know you’ve gotten a lot better at saying our names, and trying to communicate in Korean even though you don’t know much. We appreciate it that you’re really trying to help us and work with us the best you can.”
“Me too….I’m glad you guys are here with me.”
“You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for us but I’m glad you’re here with us……I know it might not seem like it but the others enjoy your company.” I smile and look down. “Do you wanna go swimming? I can get the members and we can meet at our spot.” I instantly perk up and nod my head. Jungkook giggles and we both stand up. I walk to our tent and dug through my suitcase to find my swimsuit.
When I was packing I threw random stuff in when it came to swim suits and stuff like that so the swim suit I pulled out was the one I’d never worn before because of how revealing it was. It’s a red one piece that crosses down to my back and then comes back to the front and crosses.
With my skin color and body shape, now that I’ve lost a little bit of weight, it looks better on me now. My tattoos are visible and so is my belly button piercing, I should take it out but I’d rather not have to get pierced again. The healing process was shit. I have a butterfly ring in it have the phases of the moon tattooed up my spine.
I also had butterflies following the curve of my boob on the left side.
I have a big Rose tattoo on my hip. It’s my first tattoo, I got it in 11th grade.
I put on a big T-shirt and walk out, I slide on my slide ons and meet the members by the fire.
Jungkook runs to get dressed, and I couldn’t see Namjoon so I guess he’s probably getting dressed too. I stand there awkwardly, the other members are talking in Korean with each other and I can’t piece together what they were talking about.
“Y/n…” I look up and Jimin’s staring at me. “You’re quiet.”
“Oh- I didn’t know what you guys were saying and I didn’t want to interrupt.” He smiles.
“But you’re also standing like 10 feet away from us.” Taehyung grabs my hand and pulls me over to them. I always forget how much taller than me they are. I only made it up to Tae’s shoulder.
“You look a lot different than when we first went here.” Jimin says.
“We all do.” I say.
Namjoon and Jungkook come out of the tents and we all walk to the water hole. I sit on a big flat rock while the guys jump off a small cliff into the water. They all seem so happy and content so I lay down and put my arm over my eyes. I could hear them laughing and splashing around, but then they got quiet. Too quiet. I move my arm from over my eyes and as soon as I do I’m picked up.
“Jungkook. What are you doing?” He doesn’t answer me but he does in fact laugh weirdly. I realize he’s walking towards the edge of the small cliff they jump off. “I swear to god if you don’t put me down I’ll never talk to you again.” But he throws me off. I hold my breath and shut my eyes as I hit the water. It’s cold but refreshing. I can’t hold my laugh as I come back up for air, but as I look up at Jungkook and see that he’s laughing at me. I glare up at him, and I think he notices because he notices and winks.
“It’s okay, thank me later” He says.
I start swimming away when I realize he's waiting for me to move so he can jump in. I feel the water hit my back as he hits the water, and then feel something swim between my legs and lift me up.
“Why?” I ask. “What do you want from me?” I laugh.
“I thought you were never going to speak to me again.” Jungkook says. When I don’t reply he says, “It’s okay, I know I’m too handsome.”
“Yeah because that's why I’m not mad at you.” I whisper to myself.
“Let’s play some games!” Jungkook yells.
We spend an hour playing random games and another 30 minutes just swimming around and talking.
“Hey.” Taehyung whispers in my ear.
“Hi”
“Follow me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. He pulls me up to the waterfall. “There’s a cave behind there.” He says before disappearing behind the water. I follow him.
The cave is dark, I can barely see anything, “Taehyung?” I couldn’t see or hear him. I feel around the cave as I swim deeper in. “Tae?” I say again. I feel the water move around me. “Tae?” I say again.
“I’m here” I hear him say. Then I see him. He’s right in front of me, only inches in front of me. He reaches his hand out and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Peaceful right?”
“Yeah.” My voice comes out shaky.
“Are you nervous?” He steps closer.
“No.” It’s a lie, I'm very nervous.
“Good.” He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me up against him, his other hand cups my cheek and leans down. He kisses me. I almost want to melt into it but it wouldn’t be right. It’s not that I don’t like him but I like them all.
I pull away from him, “I…I can’t” I turn away from him and swim out of the waterfall. Namjoon see’s me and swims over to me.
“Are you okay? We were worried, Jungkook went looking for you.”
Taehyung comes out of the waterfall and swims over to us, Namjoon looks at both of us weirdly. “What were you guys doing back there anyway?”
“He wanted to show me the cave.” I say before Taehyung can answer. “Which way did Jungkook go?” I ask.
“He went towards camp but I’m sure once he realized you two weren’t there he went looking for you in other places.”
“Okay, I’ll go look for him.” I say.
“I’ll go with,”
I almost start to say something but Namjoon talks before I can, “Actually we need you back at camp, we need more firewood and stuff.” I don’t know what Namjoon said but Taehyung nods his head. I swim back to the rocks and climb out of the water. I find my slides and slip them on.
“I’ll be back” I yell so everyone can hear me.
“Be careful.” Hobi yells.
“I will”
I start walking back towards camp.
“Jungkook! Where are you?” I yell.
#bts#btssmutclub#bts jungkook#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#bts smut#18+ content
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
permission to pleasure | ot7 oneshots | jjk
⇥· permission to pleasure | jjk | s x r | 1.1k+ | ao3
⇥· ft. idol!jeon jungkook x reader
⇥· themes. jungkook eats you out, fingering, squirting
⇥· warnings. n/a
⇥· synopsis: scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.
⇥· chapters. knj | ksj | myg | jhs | pjm | kth | jjk
⇥· notes: i'm back! this drove me insane (hello?!). +we know jjk is relentless; enjoy. ;) completely blown away by the PTD LA shows, and needed to get the horniness out somehow lmao. read the full series (linked above) if you haven’t + leave a like or comment if you can - i love them. enjoy + happy 2022!
⇥· tags: @taestrwbrry @aretha170 @yoongismermaid
"Your fans are going to go insane.” You're looking Jungkook up and down, hands roaming the cutouts of bare skin underneath his jacket.
"This shirt is insane." The white, mesh shirt sits perfectly in between his chest, revealing strategic peeks at his tight, tanned form.
"Oh yeah? You like it?" He giggles into your lips before they sear to yours — your arms moving to wrap around his neck.
"Yeah." Is all you can manage to sigh out in between kisses, and Jungkook pulls away to flash you a devilish smile. The smile that meant he knew what he was doing in terms of teasing the fans — and teasing you.
He bites his lip as he watches your hand snake down toward his hardening bulge; his tongue circling his around the edge of his lips before he envelops the silver ring affixed to the side of his mouth.
You mirror drawing your lips in between your teeth, and he sinks his hand into your hair to slip his tongue into your mouth — taking in a deep inhale with every deep kiss.
"Only five minutes before showtime to go." A staff member calls as they knock outside the door, reminding you both of the time. "Jungkook there's not enough ti-" You panic, pulling your lips away from Jungkook's, and he grazes your nose with his before silencing your lips with his own.
Jungkook moves in to be relentless with his kisses, rendering you breathless. His fingers move to twist your nipples under your shirt, and you can't help but moan into his mouth.
"Quiet." He pulls away for a second to grab your chin, his eyes piercing into your own.
"But you're making me horny." You whine into his lips, surrendering nonetheless.
"Isn't that the point?" He chuckles, turning it into a low growl.
“But you said you can't fuck before showtime." You manage to mumble — pulling a descending strap of your tank top back up.
"Here's the thing. There's no rule saying I cant pleasure you." He hums, focusing his heat back on you — rendering a giggle from you as he peppers hot kisses along your throat.
"Feel that?" He leans his weight onto your body, watching as you visibly gasp as you feel his firm bulge press against you. “This big cock is all yours later." He chuckles, continuing the sinister lilt to his tone.
All you can do is whimper again as his words zing your core — making you clench your legs together for relief.
Your fingers draw against the elastic of his waistband, and you pull back from his lips to create some tension. He takes a moment to pull his large, clear visors off before sliding them onto your face.
"Hot." He observes you with the glasses on and then eagerly pushes his lips back into yours before pulling your shirt above your breasts.
"I saw you watching me from the front row the entire time yesterday." He moves to speak breathlessly in your ear.
“Mmmhm, what about it?” You tease, turning your head to meet his lips. His lips fiercely meet your own before he drops you onto the edge of the dressing room mirror without removing his gaze from yours.
“You know how much that turns me the fuck on, right?" Jungkook continues before ripping your underwear down your thighs.
"Mayb-" You choke on your words as soon as Jungkook ferociously dives into your cunt, making you let out an involuntary squeal. His eyes — now menacing — snap up to yours as if to say quiet again, and you receive the message loud and clear before covering your own mouth.
He continues lapping at your cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head at your sweet taste — his intoxication for you heightening.
"Jungkook-" You're heaving, fingers tugging at his hair to control his mouth to no avail. He's insatiable, the muffled breaths, licks, tugs and slick sounds below making you clench your legs around the sides of his head.
"Did you like it when I grabbed my huge fucking cock on stage, too?” He asks, coming up for air. You're heaving, rendered breathless by his tongue.
"Yes...fuck." You can't help but whine as he dives back down to wrap his tongue around your clit — harshly sucking it into his mouth. His hand meets your hip to keep you from squirming, and your toes curl up to compensate for the shockwaves of pleasure.
He lifts your leg up into the crook of his arm — digging his tongue deeper to draw firm licks inside of you. The sensation rises as a grit through your teeth, and you harshly yank him away — tears blooming at the edges of your eyes from attempting to keep your pleasure under wraps.
Jungkook pushes a finger inside of you, letting out a low moan at how your tightness and warmth envelops his finger.
"Another?" His question is rhetorical, and you bite your lip as he squeezes in a second finger. "Jesus, it's tight." He sighs, barely succeeding at pushing his two fingers away from each other inside of you. He glides his fingers in and out of you continually — slick arousal coating his digits.
"Baby, let me in," He moans into your lips — and you return a light moan — watching as he barely slips in a third finger. "Fuck." He breathes out, and you watch his cock solidify below you.
Jungkook's fingers reach your most pleasurable spot; his fingers piling up on top of each other to massage the cushiony flesh.
His fingers move faster — then faster yet — his lips clamping onto your clit. The vanity shakes with how hard his fingers are sliding inside of you, and you push his slipping visors back up the bridge of your nose.
Thoughts you possess rush from your mind, making you dizzy at the mounting sensation.
As soon as you relinquish control and give into the persistent pleasure of Jungkook's fingers, your body forces his fingers out — drawing an unexpected rush of liquid from your sweet spot.
He laughs quietly and stands up, his lips hovering over yours as he presses his palm entirely over your cunt and rubs you quickly, promoting another gush of liquid from you.
Jungkook dives back into you one last time as you twitch — drawing his flat tongue up your lips below, and collecting any remaining sweetness left behind from your arousal.
He pants shortly after, drawing his moist lips up your bare stomach and breasts before meeting your lips once more.
He pulls aways to give one final look at your lips and up to your eyes, and you shudder at the sight of his glistening mouth.
"My stylist is gonna kill me." Jungkook laments, taking a towel to try to dab the liquid on his pants, and you giggle. "Sorry.”
⇥· links: masterlist | taglist signup
#bts smut#bts imagine#bts fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x you#bts scenarios#btssmutclub#bangtanidx
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
heajix ― jungkook (m.)
jungkook/reader | alien!au | angst, fluff, smut
wordcount: 13.1k
contents: violence, blood, stabbing, minor character death, murder, mentions of mass genocide, knotting, breeding kink/impreg kink, light size kink, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, multiple orgasms, light cumflation, cum eating, cum sharing
― synopsis: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.
note: heajix is pronounced hay-jicks
© httpjeon 2019. do not repost or modify.
blog masterlist ― made of stardust masterlist
You'd been traveling, backpacking to be precise, through Fanet IV System — the newest system to be open for interplanetary travel. While you were traveling and exploring the newly available system and planets you began experiencing extreme technical difficulties. You wound up having to make an emergency landing on the planet of perpetual night called Palacios, home of the Heajix — an obscure, secretive race small in population.
Unfortunately, the least developed planet hadn't taken too kindly to their status of open-for-visits and had seemingly gone into a global lockdown of some sort since it began.
The second you stepped off your craft, you began to cough. The pollution in the air and smog that you could see had you scrambling for the mask you'd been given ahead of your visit.
You were in the heart of the capital city, Yathe, and it was nothing like you'd expected. Instead of a bustling metropolis like on all the other planets — it was nothing but abandoned buildings and graffiti covered walls. There seemed to be limited electricity supplied as street lamps flickered on and off, though most didn't work. The ones that were flickering helped you navigate your way around regardless.
The place was basically lawless, from what you knew, and the citizens did what they wanted to for the most part.
Pulling your backpack over your shoulders, you began to make your way through a nearby residential area. The houses, if you could call them that, were dilapidated and run-down; some had broken windows and others were completely destroyed. The Heajix's native tongue was plastered all over the ruined buildings and, while you weren't fluent, were talking shit about the other planets.
Using the flashlight on your phone, and aided by the illumination of the moon, you managed to find yourself in front of a house. It was small and wooden, no doubt old. When you walked inside, you realized it was just a simple one-room house with an attached bathroom as the only other room.
It was a gamble to assume it was unoccupied but, you really didn't have any other choices since you really couldn't spend the night out on the street. Your communications were down and there was no cell service.
You sighed and stepped inside, wincing at the visible dust floating around the room — thankful for your mask. When you turned to lock the door, you were dismayed to find there was only a broken locking mechanism. Groaning, you banged your head against the door.
"Why does my life suck? This planet might actually kill me!" You grumbled to yourself.
You dropped your backpack on the floor, unraveling the sleeping bag that was attached at the bottom and dropping it in a suitable sleeping place. There was a window right beside the front door, large enough for you to clearly see outside and allowing the moonlight to drift in.
You placed your bag in the corner near your sleeping bag and sat down. It was soft and cushioned, helping you to not feel the hard, rough floor beneath. There was a pillow sewn into the sleeping bag which you laid your head on.
The trip had been long and grueling, taking a week to complete so sleep quickly caught up to you. As your eyes fluttered closed, just before darkness completely overtook you, you swear you saw someone moving in the window.
Waking up to no sunlight was definitely jarring and you quickly realized that your circadian rhythm was going to flip out. Regardless, you looked at the time and it was just past 9 in the morning so you stood up and stretched, intending to take a shower. Grabbing your backpack, you dragged it over to the bathroom. Toting the thing made you realize how heavy it was — you'd packed so much into it for the trip. It hit the floor with a clunk and you were briefly concerned it would break the wood floor beneath.
There was a shower — a rusted spigot and a broken hot water nozzle. You groaned, realizing how shitty your morning was about to be. You reached in, turning the nozzle. The pipes clanged loudly and made a high pitched wailing noise before spurting out water. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a cry of despair at the yellowed water.
After finishing your horrifying shower, 20 minutes of holding in shrieks from the cold polluted water, you sat on the floor in the main area by the window. You did notice that the moon was a lot brighter than it had been and provided more visibility. Pulling out your file from your backpack, you hunched over the floor to take note of the crummy conditions the planet lived in along with their lack of fresh, clean water.
It was a hobby of sorts, traveling through newly opened solar systems and journaling your stay on the planets.
Checking your phone, you noticed it was nearing noon and your stomach began to growl. You slipped your shoes on and put the mask back on your face before stepping out; hiding your belongings in the bathroom to make it seem like the house was empty should anyone come by.
When you stepped outside, you felt a shiver travel up your spine at the ominous atmosphere. It was completely silent, not a single soul in sight and it set you on edge. Pulling the hood of your hoodie up, you kept your head down as you began to walk towards the area where your ship had been parked.
Truth be told, it was quite common on planets of weaker economies for the Capital Planet to provide the citizen with rations.
There were other planets you'd seen them on, and as you walked through the smoggy city you were pleased to find a run-down building marked with a giant red symbol of Vulia — capital of Fanet IV.
The glass doors were smashed open and you easily stepped inside. It was dark and dusty with minimal light helping to guide you. Finally giving in, you turned your cell phone's flashlight on and began to look around.
The place was massive and you were shocked to see that the shelves were still lined with food. It wasn't abundant but it was clear not many people had been picking from the rations.
You grabbed some things from the shelf, realizing you should have brought your backpack. Most of the food was marked in foreign text but you didn’t care. You just needed food or else you wouldn’t survive long enough, on the planet, to even figure out how to get home.
You put some in your pockets and carried others in your hands as you swiftly left the building. Looking around, you felt like someone was watching you but the streets were pedestrian-free. In fact it was eerily empty — it was reminiscent of a ghost town. Strange considering it was the capital city of the planet.
Not wanting to risk getting into trouble, you hurried on your way the your ‘home’. Regretfully, as you shut the door, you remembered the door didn’t properly lock. You weren’t particularly handy enough to really fix it by yourself, unfortunately.
You saved as much food as you could in order to avoid having to go back out and quickly found yourself bored. Looking at the clock, you realized it was only about 2pm. There was no way you could go outside to find something to do. Aside from the fact you knew close to nothing about the planet, you also didn't feel safe out and about.
So you sat there, watching the hours tick by. Your phone battery was depleting and there was no way to charge it — the planet wasn’t quite equipped with outlets and electricity. Once it was dead you were going to be so fucked — no flashlight and no way to tell the time.
It was still early when you decided to roll out your sleeping bag and lay down. You spent a while simply staring at the walls and ceiling daydreaming.
As you lay there in your own world, out of the corner of your eye, something shifted in the darkness of your window.
You sat up quickly, turning your head to look but found nothing to see.
"Now I'm starting to hallucinate," You grumbled, laying back down and turning your back to the window.
You sighed when you woke back up, glancing at your phone indicated it'd only been a couple hours. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, your gaze shifted to the window once again.
Your breath caught in your chest when you could make out the shape of a person standing there — silhouetted against the moon's light.
You couldn't see their face but you knew they could see you, you could feel their gaze burning into you, as they brought their hand to the glass and tapped three times. You didn't breathe, eyes wide with fear you watched as their head tilted to the side. They lifted their hand up again, no doubt intending to knock again when they froze.
You swear you could hear muffled voices but it was so faint it was nearly impossible to be sure that's what you heard. The person's head snapped to the side, body going stiff.
Much to your horror, a second figure made an appearance from a few feet behind them.
All was still for a second before the first figure bolted and took off running. The second person stood there for a second and you were scared they were going to harass you as well. However, the person turned and walked in the opposite direction the other one ran.
With your sleeping bag pulled up to your eyes, you knew you weren't going to be falling asleep again.
When the morning came, you began trying to fix the lock — the night before having made you terrified for your safety. It was a simple type of latch and it took you hours to figure out a way to get it to work — with the help of a bobby pin and a spare pen you had in your bag.
It wasn't the best but it gave you a sense of peace of mind.
You hoped you'd be able to sleep.
Staring at the window, you sighed — maybe you could find something to cover it up when you grew the courage to go out again. You really needed to, having run out of rations and on your last bottle of water that you had collected.
Your phone was almost completely dead after you had been using it to light your work on the lock. The bar was red indicating a sad 18% power left.
The time was a bit past 5PM and you decided to go while it was still technically daytime. Once outside, you wanted to cry with how much you hated it.
Curse you and you terrible luck.
You could only hope that the signals for help you'd sent out would miraculously find their way to someone who could help you. There was also the possibility of you finding someone in Yathe who could help you — whenever you gained the courage to venture around and find help for yourself.
Until then, you'd just suffer by yourself.
You did the rounds again, this time you stuffed much more into your backpack — which you’d remembered to take. Every little creak and gust of wind caused you to jump, the image of that person standing at your window was still haunting you.
You were going to be severely out of luck soon; with no phone, no way to contact Earth or a nearby planet to get to for safety, along with the apparent stalkers hiding in the dark. With worries weighing heavily on your mind, you found yourself drifting into your thoughts. Anxiety riddled your being and you cursed yourself for not having been prepared for an event like the one you were in.
The only thing that pulled you from your thoughts were the heavy footsteps not far behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end and your hands began to tremble. Taking a glance over your shoulder, you saw a broad-shouldered individual meandering around behind you. With their hood pulled over their head, you couldn't see their face but you were sure it was a man.
When he noticed you looking, he picked up his pace intending to catch up to you. You held a whimper of fear in, speeding up your own pace.
His footsteps sped up again and you felt tears of fear pricking at your eyes — your house was right up ahead. You could get inside and lock him out.
Just before you reached your house, the footsteps stopped altogether. When you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the man talking to another person.
He had a friend.
You were in such deep shit.
Practically bolting to your house, you locked the door shut and placed your backpack in front of it — it was heavy and it wouldn't do much. Nonetheless, it helped you feel safe. You slid to the floor underneath the window, out of view.
Despite your fear, your stomach began to grumble with hunger. You chanced a peek out of the window and found there was not another soul in sight.
Your hands were shaking so bad it made it difficult to bring your drink safely to your lips. It took you an hour, according to your phone, to eat some of your food as you had kept drifting off into space.
A loud bang made your eyes shoot open, having fallen asleep against the wall with your knees to your chest. Drowsy, you looked around for the source of what woke you up.
Another bang and you saw your poorly locked door move with the weight of someone slamming against it. You scrambled backwards away from the door, eyes wide as tears pricked at them in fear.
There was nothing you could do as the lock gave and the door flew open. A man stood there, shoulders heaving as he glared at you. You could see only his eyes as his face was masked with scarf.
"Please..." You whispered, backing yourself into a corner.
"I knew you were a human," He growled, voice gruff and raw. "You know you're not welcome here."
"I-I..." Your mind blanked with any defense you could have made.
Just as he took another step forward, a second larger figured barreled through the open doorway. He was covered by an oversized black hoodie and black face mask. The heavy black boots on his feet added more to his height. You saw your life flash before your eyes and you just knew you were doomed.
"You—" The new man moved forward in the blink of an eye and had the other man jacked up against the wall by the front of his shirt.
"What did I tell you?" The second man asked, voice muffled by the full-face white mask he wore.
"Look—" The first man began but stopped when the second tightened his grip. "Fuck fine, I'll go."
The second man said nothing, simply letting the other go for him to run out the door. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he turned to you.
You were frozen where you sat, his dark eyes, through the dark shadow his long bangs casted, doing nothing to quell your fear.
"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.
"_-_____," You muttered, not taking your eyes off him as he began to walk around your house. His boots thunked against the wood floors as he investigated whatever he saw.
"Well ______," He turned to you and sighed. "My name's Jungkook."
He crouched in front of you, the chain hanging on his jeans jingling when it met the floor, pulling the bands around his ears off and removed his mask.
It felt like the air was promptly knocked out of you. Even in the dark you could make out beautiful features on his face; wide, sparkling doe eyes with long curly bangs that hung in them. He had pretty, delicate lips with a small freckle beneath and a sharp jawline.
He was young and really good looking.
"N-Nice to meet you, Jungkook..." You stuttered.
He cocked his head to the side, fully sitting on the floor in front of you with his legs spread and arms resting on his knees. His dark eyes analyzed you, scanning over your features and body.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice portraying no identifiable emotion.
"I-I just found this e-empty house and—"
"No, I mean why are you here...on Palacios," He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at you.
"I um...I was traveling and had to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet," You explained.
"Why are you still here?" Jungkook's eyebrows were furrowed.
"My...my communications are down and Palacios doesn't have cell reception," You explained. "I attempted to send out an emergency beacon when I landed but there's no telling if it went through. And I've been too scared to try and make the trek back to see."
"It's probably been looted and dismantled by now for spare parts," He said, making you groan in despair.
"Are there any like...Embassy officials I can talk to? Government officials that can help me?" With every question, you felt your heart beginning to race with anxiety once more.
Jungkook's shoulders shrugged as he shook his head. "Do you not know anything about this place?"
"Only what's been released through the media," You replied honestly. "That you guys went into a lockdown or something."
"We don't...like outsiders here," He whispered before looking away. "There's no one who can help you. We're governless and we have no officials."
"Well how do you have laws a-and—"
"Does it look like we have laws, _____?" He snapped, making you flinch. "Look around. This isn't Earth. We don't have the luxury of being law-abiding citizens. We do what we have to to survive."
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean—"
"Let's go," He cut you off again, standing up.
"Where?" You whispered, staring up at him.
"I said let's go," He growled, reaching down and grabbing your elbow. You whined when he aggressively jerked you to your feet, ignoring the painful grip he had on you.
"Wait! My things!" You complained, trying to break out of his harsh grip.
Jungkook growled, snatching up your backpack and tossing it over his shoulder.
"My sleeping bag..."
"You don't need it," He grumbled, yanking you out of the broken doorway.
As you walked, you noticed he tugged his mask back on — hiding his face. To your surprise, he pulled you only a few houses down from the one you had been in. He pulled out a key ring from the belt loops on his jeans and slid a key in the lock.
The house was still fairy dilapidated but it had clearly been renovated and fixed up to suit his needs. He hastily slammed the door behind him and locked the three locks that were there — a knob lock, deadbolt, and a simple latch lock like the one in the place you’d been hiding in.
The house was a bit bigger than the one you'd been in — it had an actual bedroom. All except a single window towards the back of the house and a window you could see in the bedroom were boarded up. Jungkook dropped your belongings on the floor with a thud and dropped to sit on the tattered couch in the living area.
"Um..." You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching as he removed his mask again and tossed it away. His eyes cut to you and he raised a brow in question. "Why am I here?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, closing his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch.
"I mean...at your house, why...am I in your house?"
He chuckled at your question and you bit your lip at the sight of his crooked smirk. "Well, you were nearly killed over there. Did you want to spend your night there?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Look," He sat up and sighed. "There was no way you could survive on your own in this place. Actual Heajix can barely survive. So, I'm doing you a favor and helping you out, okay? The least you could say is thank you."
"I...thank you." It came out more as a question and Jungkook scoffed.
"You can sleep here," He mumbled, getting to his feet and stalking past you to his room. As he passed you, a sweet smell, delicate scent wafted off of him and you couldn’t help but inhale. It was nice.
You felt around your pockets and realized you had left your phone behind. You whined as you sat down on the couch, not willing to ask Jungkook to go and retrieve it for you. Jungkook's door clicked shut and you were left alone and in silence. It was dark, the moonlight from the back window barely reaching where you were sitting.
You curled up, shivering at the cool draft and your lack of a blanket. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to overtake you.
Soft footsteps moved around you and your eyes fluttered open. Jungkook stood in the kitchenette, shuffling with something on a plate. Sitting up, you winced at how sore your muscles were from curled up on the small space all night. Your neck felt stiff and hurt when you moved it a certain way.
"Um what time is it?" You asked, voice groggy from sleep.
"I don't know," He replied, not looking at you.
"What do you mean you don't know?" You asked.
He turned around, carrying a plate over to the coffee table and placing it down. He was wearing a loose white sweater and sweatpants, long curly hair messy and hanging in his eyes. "I mean...we don't exactly have a concept of time anymore. There aren't really functioning clocks so we all just...run on our own schedules."
"I see..." You watched him pick at some food on the plate and pop it in his mouth. It looked like some kind of diced meat. "What is this?"
"Food," He replied shortly, not offering any other information even as you glared at him. "Eat before you die of starvation."
You sighed but couldn't deny the hunger pains in your stomach. Albeit suspiciously, you took a piece of meat and popped it in your mouth. You hummed, finding nothing strange tasting about it — it tasted similar to ham.
The two of you finished it together and he leaned back on the couch with a groan, patting his stomach. You sat in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside.
"It's probably going to storm soon," He muttered suddenly, eyes drifting towards the window.
You hummed in response, picking at a thread around a hole in your jeans. You weren’t sure how to reply to him, truthfully his tough attitude and mannerisms intimidated you. The last thing you wanted to do was make him mad enough to kick you out and it seemed like he had a bit of a short fuse.
"Do you want a shower?" He suddenly asked, making you jump.
"Um...yeah I guess," You dreaded taking another shower in the filthy water but it’d give you a chance to be away from him and relax a bit.
Jungkook led you to the bathroom and you were surprised by how well maintained it was. He grabbed a towel from a shelf on the wall and tossed it to you. Then without uttering another word, he shut the door and left you alone.
You were pleased to see a hot water handle and eagerly turned it. Then, much to your surprise, the water came out perfectly clean and clear. Without wasting a second, you eagerly stripped and stepped under the warm shower.
It felt like you were in there for ages, having to use some soap Jungkook had to clean yourself. You hoped he didn't mind, though it smelled very good.
When you stepped out, you felt fresher and you were surprised to see new clothes on the countertop.
He had come in while you were shower.
Your face burned hot, hoping he hadn't looked. Throwing on the clothes, you hummed at how clean and nice you felt for the first time since being on the planet. When you walked out of the bathroom, Jungkook was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and arms over his chest like he was napping.
"H-How did you have clean water?" You asked, taking a seat beside him.
You heard him inhale and felt his body tense. For a second you thought he was going to yell at you, but instead he opened his eyes to look at you. "I hooked all my piping to a private water reservoir that continuously purifies the water."
"That's...impressive," You whispered. "How'd you learn to do that?"
He shrugged. "Took a lot of testing, trial and error with the purification. But my parents were mechanical engineers in Zlathe."
"Zlathe?" You asked.
"It was another city a long time ago," He replied, running a hand through his hair revealing his forehead.
"...Was? What do you mean?" You sat up straighter and he sighed.
"Before everything fell, Zlathe was a neighboring city even bigger than Yathe," He explained.
"I don't understand," You muttered. "What do you mean everything fell?"
"You really are ignorant," He chuckled, though it held no mirth. You couldn’t find it in you to be offended because it was true; but no one outside knew anything about the planet.
"Well it's not my fault your planet is a secret," You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
"We were less developed than everyone...the other planets," His voice held nothing but spite as he spat out the words. "Palacios is the smallest and collectively they all decided, even as we rejected the idea, to create landfills here to dispose of their waste so their own planets didn't become a mess."
"So...that's what caused the pollution?" You asked.
He nodded. "The more toxic the air became, the more sick people became. Those who were able to leave did and those who couldn't were trapped. All of our government leaders left us without a word. Everything went to complete chaos."
"That's horrible! They just abandoned their citizens?" You gasped, eyes wide with shock.
"One by one the cities became desolate. Yathe is, from what we know, the only standing safe city. When the population became crammed into this last safezone those fucking Vorderans swept in and raided every nook and cranny they could. We went from 500,000 people to a mere maybe...20,000?"
"Vorderans?" You hummed. "The people of Vulia? Capital Planet for Fanet IV? Why did they do that?"
Jungkook scoffed. "Why would I tell you? So you can report it back to the Humans and they can take what's left of an already dying people? We're a doomed species — pushed to the brink of extinction over greed and classicism. Why do you think we kill any outside official that comes here, huh?"
"W-We just...everyone just said Heajix were very...private," You muttered, a little startled by his aggressive attitude.
"Yeah they would," He spat. "They don't want to have to explain the complete genocide and decimation of a planet they spearheaded."
"Did you say kill?" You suddenly whispered, brain catching up to what he’d previous confessed.
"Of course, any foreign person who comes to us...after we warned the Embassy to leave us alone...they sign their own death warrant," He said, absolutely no remorse in his voice.
"Is that why that guy broke in?" You asked, which he nodded at.
"Yeah, you were targeted by him even though it wasn't even discussed," When he heard you hum in confusion. "We may not have people in high positions telling us what to do but we do maintain some order. Any foreign person who comes here is watched and if they're deemed a threat we take them out. So far...every person has proved themselves to be so. But you...we hadn't caught you doing anything other than trying to survive and hide so we voted to leave you alone."
"So why did that guy—"
"He went off the deep end I guess, didn't trust you and wanted to take you out on his own terms to be safe. He'll be punished and dealt with appropriately," He said, pulling his sleeves of his sweatshirt up to show a wide expanse of tattoos written in a foreign text. "All criminals after punishment are made to have a tattoo on their skin detailing the nature and severity of the crime. It's kind of like a way to shame us for behaving that way. It’s a little piece of our culture we’ve maintained even after the fall."
You leaned closer, looking over the intricate text that was displayed. He had a handful from what you could tell.
"I take it you're not going to tell me what your crimes are?" You asked, unsurprised when he yanked his sleeve down harshly.
"What the hell happened to your arm?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject, eyes pinned to your arm.
When you looked down to follow his gaze, you were shocked to see a nasty purpling bruise around your elbow.
"I have no idea," You muttered. However, he grabbed your wrist and you gasped, attempting to yank yourself away. "That hurts, you know! Jeez, why are you so rough?"
"Rough?" He scoffed. "I'm barely even touching you!"
"Well, you've got a twisted concept of gentle," You muttered, rubbing your now sore wrist. "Oh."
"What?" He grumbled, pouting at having been chewed out by you.
"It's where you grabbed me yesterday," You muttered. "Jeez I knew you were rough but..."
"I wasn't that rough..." At the tone of his voice, you looked up and saw him frowning. He lightly ran his fingers over the bruise. "I didn't meant to hurt you."
"I..." You were shocked by how upset he seemed over it, showing actual concern. "It's okay...it'll heal. J-Just be more careful next time, okay?"
"I didn't realize how easy you are to hurt," He muttered, still staring at your bruise. "You're a delicate race, huh? I'll be more careful, I promise."
You smiled at him and nodded. His lips twitched upward in his own smile and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.
The following day, Jungkook stood before you with a backpack on his shoulders. His mask was in place and he looked at you where you sat on his couch.
"When I leave, lock the door behind me," He ordered you, watching as you quickly nodded your head. "And don't open up until you're sure it's me, got it?"
"Got it," You replied, feeling anxious over the situation.
His boots stomped against the floor as he walked to the door, casting one strong glance at you over his shoulder before walking out and slamming it shut. You quickly raced over and slid the latch lock in place and twisted the deadbolt while he locked the knob. Left alone in the silence, you felt extremely uncomfortable.
You looked around, eyes falling on the door to Jungkook's bedroom. Debating for a moment, you decided he'd probably be gone long enough for you to have a peek.
Pushing the door open, you were pleased at how nice it smelled — Jungkook's clean scent permeating from every inch.
As you stepped inside, you noticed a pile of old, worn books in one corner. He had a table beside his bed with a picture frame on it. Taking a seat on his mattress, you grabbed the frame and examined it. There was a picture of Jungkook, albeit a bit younger, standing with a man and woman on either side of him and behind him a taller man who looked similar to Jungkook.
You opened the drawer of his table, having to pull hard as it seemed to be off the track. It was empty inside aside from a paper you couldn't read and a bottle of lotion. Humming, you simply pushed the drawer back closed and looked around the room some more.
Deciding there was nothing else worth looking at, you stepped out of his room and shut the door. Boredom struck immediately and you dropped down onto the couch and curled up.
The least you could do is take a nap.
Your rest didn't last long because you were startled awake by violent knocks on the door. From outside, you could hear Jungkook calling your name. Jumping to your feet, you scrambled to unlock the door and let him in. He sounded so panicked that your hands were shaking by the time you slid the latch lock open.
Jungkook burst in the second the door was open and promptly fell to the ground with a groan. You shut the door and shakily locked it again before turning to him.
"J-Jungkook? What happened?" You crouched down and helped him pull his backpack off.
He winced, making a hissing noise the second he was made to move. You gasped, noticing the way that he was holding his side — red seeping through his fingers.
"Oh my god, what happened?!" You cried, hands hovering above him not knowing what to do.
"J-Just a stupid accident," He groaned, the back of his head hitting the floor harshly when he tossed it back. The impact didn’t seem to bother him. "Was chasin' some animal and I fell. Caught myself on some scrap metal on the way down."
"Holy crap, how bad is it?" You urged him to move his hand so you could see his wound.
The metal had torn a hole in his shirt and you could see a deep gash across his ribs. There was blood gushing from it and you were worried about the possibility of infection.
"It needs to be cleaned and probably stitched, Jungkook," You muttered, watching him put his hand back over it to slow the bleeding.
"I don't have t-to clean it or stitch it," His eyebrows were drawn together and his jaw was clenched in pain.
"I have a first aid kit in my backpack," You stood up quickly, ignoring his protests, dashing over to where your backpack was leaning against the wall.
Zipping it open, you began to fish through your belongings searching for the little white box. You pulled out a towel, deciding it might be good to help clean him up some. You made a soft sound when you finally spotted the kit, pulling it out and holding it up in triumph.
Sitting beside Jungkook again, you helped him remove his shirt. There were a few tattoos and scars scattered along his chest and abdomen but you didn't have time to ogle at his naked body. You pressed the spare towel against his wound and apologized as he hissed in pain. His hand was covered red in blood — some of it having dripped down his wrist to his elbow. You noticed that his mask was gone as well.
"Okay, I'm going to put some antiseptic on it alright?" You asked, pulling the towel off slightly. "It's going to burn like...really bad but—"
"Just do it," He groaned. "Nothing can top this pain right now."
You sighed and ripped open an alcohol wipe. The second it touched the wound, Jungkook's entire body jerked and he let out a sharp word in his mother tongue that you assumed was a cuss. In another situation, you would have laughed at the reaction. Next, you cleaned it with some hydrogen peroxide, making sure to flush the wound as best you could.
"Wh-Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, voice tight with pain.
"Well...I have just basic knowledge from things I've seen on like TV and..stuff like that. So I don't actually know if I'm doing it right or not," You whispered. "But the point is it's getting cleaned, right?"
"Shit, I guess you're right," He mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling above him.
"I-It's still bleeding, it really will need stitches...it's so deep," You whispered, watching as blood continued to seep through.
"Can you do it?" He asked.
"I don't know...the only thing we can do is try, right?" You were lucky you had a full first aid kit, complete with a sterile needle and thread.
It was quite dark and you had to lean close to see the edges of the wound. You took it slow, apologizing to Jungkook whenever the needle pierced the torn skin. Little by little, the wound was closed until you managed to tie a tight knot to ensure the stitches wouldn't open back up.
Sitting back, you let out a sigh of relief. "I have some pain medicine," You said, taking out a few tablets of Ibuprofen from the first aid kit.
"Thanks," He popped them in his mouth, wincing as he had to swallow them dry.
Then was a big sigh, his body finally relaxed against the floor. He blinked slowly, as if he was struggling to stay awake. You assumed his adrenaline rush crashed and he was growing tired — no doubt exhausted from the adrenaline crash.
"This is insane," He mumbled suddenly, voice sounding slurred.
"What is?" You questioned.
"Before I would just think of getting myself home safe and that'd be the end of it," His lashes fluttered as he fought the sleep that threatened to overtake him. "But this time...all I could think was that I had to get back to you so you would be safe. Unbelievable."
You couldn't help but smile, though he missed it as his eyes finally closed. In a matter of moments, his breathing evened out and you knew he fell asleep.
Right on the floor.
Chuckling, you shook your head and wandered to his bedroom to pull the blanket off his bed — just a thin throw blanket and one of his pillows. You returned to him and carefully, doing your best not to wake him, placed the pillow beneath his head and the blanket over his body.
Your own exhaustion seemed to catch up to you and you curled up on the couch, your own eyes shutting as you stared at Jungkook's sleeping form.
When you woke up, it was on your own. You saw Jungkook was still asleep and sighed. Quickly pulling yourself up, you wandered over to him. Sitting down, you peeled the blanket off of him. You moved his arm off his chest so you could look at his wound but you let out a harsh gasp at what you saw. Jungkook's eyes immediately popped open and sharply turned to look at you.
"What is it?" He asked, body relaxing when he realized it was just you.
"Y-Your wound..." You leaned down to get a closer look, looking at your uneven stitching over the red skin.
"What about it?" He hummed, looking down to take a look at himself.
"It's healed up..." Beneath the stitches, the skin was still reddened but there was no sign of the open wound that was once there. Just a puffy looking scar was left in its wake.
"Oh good," He sat up and stretched his arms — his joints popping at the action, making him groan. "Hand me my backpack, yeah?"
"What do you mean good?! Yesterday you were bleeding out on the floor a-and now you're acting like it's just okay?!" You cried, throwing your hands up in frustration.
He stared at you for a moment, looking confused before sighing. He rolled over and grabbed his backpack, pulling it into his lap and digging through.
"Eat something and then we'll talk, okay?" He pulled out a bar of something and when you opened it, it resembled a granola bar but was much softer.
When you took a bite, you were surprised that it tasted like meat. But it wasn't bad. Jungkook pulled out his own and quietly began eating. It was silent between the two of you, as you simply ate. Before long, you were finished and Jungkook simply threw the wrappers into his backpack.
"Now will you tell me?" You muttered, raising a brow when he sighed.
He stood up and moved over to the couch, leaving you kneeling beside his makeshift bed. He sat down and looked at you expectantly, making you rise to your feet and stumble over to sit beside him.
"I guess there's no reason to hide it," You scanned over him as he spoke, taking the opportunity to look over his body again. He was fit, no doubt, with faint abs and lovely, veiny forearms.
"So you have super healing abilities?" You asked quietly.
"We...our species produces a chemical naturally that can heal virtually anything," He explained. "It's in any fluid we excrete; even sweat. And it's in our blood, obviously."
"That's amazing..." You whispered, eyes drifting back to his wound. "Why did you let me take care of it if you knew it was going to heal up?"
"I...Because the other planets use us for it," He muttered, fists clenching. "Do you remember what I told you? About the Vorderans?" You nodded and he continued, "They...collected us for the chemical. They produce the highest quality super medicine in the solar system. And it's because they slaughtered thousands of us to get it."
"So...you didn't trust me to tell me?" You asked, though there was no tone to indicate you were trying to guilt him.
"No," He sighed. "But since you did take care of me...I figured I could at least give it a try, right?"
"Thank you, Jungkook," You smiled. "I'm really happy you're okay, you know. I was really worried. Without you, I'd be doomed here."
"That's very true," He smirked, relaxing into the couch. "You're absolutely helpless!"
"Hey!" You pouted. "You could teach me, you know?"
"Teach you how to survive out there?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. You nodded and he shook his head. "You're too much of a target. I wouldn't be able to handle looking after you and trying to scavenge."
"I guess that's true," You muttered. "I just don't want to be a burden. You went out of your way to help me and I've done nothing in return for the fact you keep helping me."
He wore a frown as he looked at you. "You're not a burden. In fact, I actually appreciate having you around."
"You do?" You asked, your heart stuttering in your chest as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.
"Yeah," He smiled. "I hadn't realized how lonely I was. But with you here now, I feel a lot...happier. Lighter. It feels nice to not be alone."
"I...I'm happy I can make you feel that way, Jungkook," You whispered, meeting his eyes.
The two of you sat like that in silence. You felt a soft brush of Jungkook's fingers on your hand and he easily laced his fingers through yours.
You felt content; happy even.
You were curled up on the couch, unable to sleep through the howling sound of the wind outside. Rain was pouring down and the thunder was so loud your ears were ringing. Clouds blocked out the moon, blanketing you in complete and total darkness.
It was cold, Jungkook still hadn't given you a blanket and you were beginning to think he forgot. The storm had brought the temperature down drastically, leaving your teeth chattering in effect.
The storm was unlike anything you'd experienced on Earth. It was actually a bit scary.
You sat up, finally unable to take it anymore. There was no reason for you to suffer like you were.
You tiptoed over to Jungkook's bedroom and suddenly hesitated. You didn't want to wake him up for a silly blanket, you'd feel bad. Your shoulders sagged and you turned back to sit back down on the couch.
Somehow, you managed to doze off, curled up in a ball in an attempt to keep warm.
You were awoken very soon after by the weight of something warm being laid upon you. Eyes fluttering open, you met Jungkook's eyes. His brows were furrowed and when he saw you were awake, knelt down beside the couch.
"You're freezing, why didn't you ask me for a blanket?" He whispered, mindlessly tucking the blanket around you.
"I-I didn't want to wake you," You mumbled, voice wobbly from shivering.
"Don't worry about that," He grumbled. "I'd rather you wake me up than fucking freeze to death during a storm."
"I'm sorry," You whispered, eyes fluttering again as you finally warmed up. It felt so cozy beneath the blanket and it smelled just like Jungkook. "Thank you, Jungkook."
"Don't worry about it," He whispered, brushing some stray hair off your face as your eyes closed once again.
"It's my duty to take care of you now," He uttered once he was sure you were asleep.
The first time you noticed something was wrong was when you began to get dizzy randomly — usually accompanying a roaring headache. You ignored it, however, choosing to nap off the headache and continue your days on like usual.
Jungkook began going out for scavenging more and more — bringing home killed rodents and other animals. Sometimes he would come home with some rations or a snack from when the world was a functioning metropolis.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asked one morning while the two of you ate some breakfast you prepared.
"Huh?" You looked up from your plate at him.
He was gazing at you, brows furrowed as usual but his head was cocked to the side. "You just look really dazed. And you're barely touching your food."
"Ah, I just..." You cleared your throat. "I lost my appetite, I guess."
"Well, I'm going to go out again today," He said, eating the last of what was on his plate. "I'll be back tonight as usual, alright?"
"Yeah, be careful okay?" You whispered, watching as he hesitated staring at you.
He lifted his hand and placed it softly on your head, smiling.
"I'll see you soon."
Left alone, you ate as much of the food as you could before you had to toss it. You found yourself laying on the couch once again, feeling sluggish and lazy. Deciding a nice nap was in order, you let your eyes flutter shut.
When you woke back up, it felt like you were hit by a bus. You groaned, your head pounding making you whine. Sitting up proved to be a bad move as you felt your stomach turn. Immediately you let yourself flop back down.
Of course you'd get sick on a dystopian planet with no access to medicine.
The hours ticked by and there was no sign of Jungkook. You'd gotten accustomed to his schedule and the general time frame you both ran in so you knew he was well overdue for his return.
You became antsy, pacing around and taking naps when you could. The cold you'd acquired seemed to only get worse as you were plagued with an unfortunate fever. Hiding under your blanket didn't help and being out from the blanket didn't help either. You whined, knowing you didn't have any medicine to help break your fever.
Feeling crappy and concerned about Jungkook made tears sting your eyes; you were always a cry baby when sick.
The door opening finally is what woke you up. Jungkook grumbled, slamming the door.
"Why the hell wasn't the door properly locked?" He snapped, dropping his bag on the floor with a bang.
"Hey...that's loud," You whined, flinching at the way your head began to pound.
"Answer me—hey...what's the matter?" He asked, losing his anger for concern.
"I'm sick," You complained, watching as he kneeled down.
"Sick?" He mumbled, looking over your face — noticing your glassy eyes.
"I have a fever," You explained with a sigh.
He hummed, bringing his hand up to press his palm against your forehead. He hissed, pulling back and sighing.
"I was so scared you weren't coming back, you were gone so long," You whispered, shakily sitting up.
Jungkook's hands hovered in the air, ready to help or catch you if you fell. "I'm sorry, I went a little further than I usually do. But I was only gone overnight. It wasn't that long."
"It felt like days," You whined, tears stinging your eyes.
"I'm sorry," He whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing some hair away from your eye. "I didn't mean to upset you so much."
"It's okay, I'm just...a crybaby," You muttered, cheeks flushing at the fond smile that crossed Jungkook's face — a cute bunny-like smile.
"I...can help you feel better, if you'd let me," He asked, moving to sit beside you on the couch. "My species can cure illnesses, remember?"
"How will you do that?" You asked, voice a little slurred.
"Well..." In the moon's illumination, you could see his ears burning red. "I...I can kiss you?"
Your mind blanked at those words, blinking several times to take in what he said. You recalled what he said about his saliva, or any fluid, possessing the chemical to cure illnesses. Still, despite the fact it was for medicinal purposes, your stomach fluttered with butterflies and your heart stuttered in your chest the idea of kissing him.
"I-I don't mind..." You uttered, subconsciously licking your lips.
He cupped your cheek, leaning down and ever so softly brushed his lips against yours. When you sighed happily at the contact, he surged forward and pulled you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips moved in unison and you couldn't help but reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.
Shuddering, you held in a whimper when his tongue met your lips. You eagerly opened your mouth, shuddering as the taste of him lingered upon your tongue. Your fingers clutched at his hair as you continued to deepen the kiss.
After several long, lovely seconds of the kiss — he finally pulled away. There was a small strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. He brushed his thumb across your lips, breaking the strand.
The two of you sighed, falling silent but he kept his hand on your cheek.
"You should rest now, you'll feel better soon," He whispered, standing up and stepping away.
You missed his touch immediately, and watched him until he disappeared behind his bedroom door.
You curled up under the blanket, fingers pressed to your lips as the feeling of him kissing you lingered. The way your heart began to race made you sigh heavily; what an effect he had on you.
The next day, you were feeling much better and were back to eating properly. You could tell Jungkook was happy; he was positively beaming and smiling at you every chance he got.
It was cute.
The two of you were playing a card game; using some cards you'd had in your bag for when you were bored on the trip through Fanet IV. You were teaching him Earth games and how to play.
You were just about to beat him for the 5th time at Go Fish when there was a heavy knock on the door. Both of you jumped and Jungkook was on his feet in a second.
His whole body was tense and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He carefully moved in front of you, shielding your body from the door subconsciously.
"Wh-What is it?" You asked, keeping your voice low.
"No one should come here," He whispered back. "Go hide in the bedroom, alright?"
"But Jungkook—"
"Just do it!" He snapped, giving a gentle push to your back to urge you into the open doorway.
You spared him a longing glance before he pulled the door shut with a soft click.
You took a seat on his bed, listening through the thin walls as Jungkook's heavy footsteps moved towards the door. There was a loud click as he unlocked the deadbolt.
There was a quick beat of silence before a slam so loud that you had to cover your mouth to keep from shrieking.
"Fuck! What the fuck are you doing here?!" You heard Jungkook shout.
"Followed you home," Came a gruff, almost bored-sounding reply. "You weren't very smart. Didn't even notice you were being tailed."
"Fuck," You heard Jungkook swear.
"Now, I hope you make this easy for me and just come along nicely," The stranger asked. “Maybe if you tell me where more are hiding, I'll go easy on you.”
Jungkook didn't offer a reply but you could hear heavy boots approaching the bedroom door. You kept your hands over your mouth to keep from making a peep as you slid off the bed and huddled yourself into a dark corner.
The stranger suddenly shrieked and there was a heavy thud of someone falling to the floor. Jungkook let out a string of curses before there was a crash, grunting and scuffling filling your ears.
What was going on?
From where you hid, you could see a little box beneath Jungkook's bed. As quietly as you could, you pulled it out and opened it up.
It was an array of several different knives. Eyes flicking over to the door, you hatched an idea to hopefully help.
If Jungkook didn't win, the man was going to take him away. The mere thought of that happening sent a spark of terror through you.
Picking up the biggest knife that was in the box, you tiptoed over to the door. You could still hear the two of them fighting, the sound covering up the soft click of the door opening. Peeking through the crack, you were shocked to see the table smashed completely. The man was pinning Jungkook down by his throat. Jungkook was struggling, obviously unable to get air. The stranger laughed mockingly down at him.
Your hands and knees were trembling as you quickly crept out.
"You barely even put up a fight," The stranger spat at Jungkook. "You Heajix never were able to take us on though, isn't that right? That's why we were able to kill so many of you! Such incredible strength yet still unable to protect yourselves. Pathetic.”
You couldn't even register his words as you finally stood behind him. Jungkook's eyes were fluttering and he was dangerously close to passing out.
Steeling yourself, you raised the knife overhead and brought it down as hard as you could. The man shrieked so loud that your ears were ringing. The knife was stuck in his back, buried more than halfway through. Part of you felt proud for putting the power behind the attack.
Jungkook let out a desperate gasp, finally getting the oxygen he desperately needed. While you were distracted looking at Jungkook, the strange man spun around and grabbed you by your throat.
"I knew there was someone else here," The man snarled, squeezing your neck as hard as he could.
You couldn't even make a sound of pain as your feet were lifted off the ground. Your vision was swimming but you could make you Jungkook getting to his feet. The man, you noticed, had strange glowing eyes — as if a light were coming from behind them and illuminating the whites.
In the blink of an eye, Jungkook ripped the knife from your assailants back — making him drop you in shock. You hit the ground hard, knocking what little air you had left in you right out.
Jungkook was on the man before he could even blink, stabbing him several times until he was on his knees. Jungkook paused, chest and shoulders heaving as he glared down at the man.
Then, you watched with wide eyes as Jungkook lifted his leg and kicked the man so hard his body physically flew back. The man was limp, blood dripping from his mouth and nose — eyes open and unseeing.
"Holy shit..." You whispered from where you were still laying on the floor.
"Are you alright?" Jungkook asked, helping you sit up with a gentleness that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His hands were coated in the intruders blood but you didn't mind.
Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you knocked him down on his butt. You hugged him tight, sighing when you felt him wrap his own arms around you.
"I-I didn't know what to do," You whispered. "He was saying he was going to take you away. I saw you were about to pass out and I knew he would take you. I'm sorry I got involved."
"Hey, it's okay," Jungkook pulled back and smiled. "You saved me! Maybe you aren't as helpless as I thought."
You smiled, shaking your head. Then, without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. He froze for a fraction of a second but quickly cupped the back of your head and returned the kiss.
When you parted, you asked, "So what do we do with him?"
"The Vorderans are going to come looking for him when they notice he's not reported back to them," Jungkook mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the body. "I'll take him out somewhere and dump him off where they won't be able to link it to me."
"You're going to leave right after that?" You asked, your shoulders slumping.
"I shouldn't be gone long, _____," He smiled, brushing his thumb over your pouted lips.
"But what if there are more of them? What if they take you away and I don't even know!"
As if sensing the panic in your voice, he cupped your cheeks and brought your gaze to him.
"That won't happen," He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead — sending your heart into painful palpitations. "It'll be easier to hide out there and easier to lose them if they do find me. I promise, I'll come back and everything will be okay."
"I'm just...scared, Jungkook," You admitted, feeling your eyes burn.
"I know," He sighed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. Your cheeks immediately felt like they were on fire. "But I would never leave you like that."
You clung onto him as long as he allowed you before he decided it was best to get going. He told you to hide in his room until he got back and to just rest.
"Don't open the door," He warned, though he already knew he didn't have to worry about that.
Left alone, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You'd watched Jungkook lift the body like it was nothing — which only reminded you of what the Vorderan has said; Heajix just had incredible physical strength.
You had a much better concept of time since you weren't sick and you were sure 2 days had passed since you'd last seen Jungkook. You could barely sleep, anxiety plaguing every second that he was gone.
You'd taken to sleeping in his bed, taking comfort in his scent surrounding you. Thankfully, Jungkook had managed to stock up on food so you were able to properly eat in his absence. Though it was more a mechanical task to pass the time than it was for actually sustaining you.
It hadn't occurred to you how much he had changed until you were laying in his bed one night. You thought back to the rough, cold exterior he had when you first met him. And now you were blessed with his smile and comforting caresses.
He made your heart ache in the best way and you wanted to hold him and have him kiss you over and over again. He was so sweet and did his best to take care of you.
You'd really been lucky that he was around when he was that night.
The fact he hadn't returned didn't help quell the fears of more Vorderans being around just waiting for someone to come around. For a Heajix to take away.
You didn't think you would hate an alien planet over the sake of another alien race but you knew the Heajix had been treated unfairly. It was cruel and the fact it was just allowed to happen and no one cared really made you angry.
If you ever got back to Earth you were going to do something to help.
You were lost thinking about the things you could do to help when the front door clicked open.
A spark of fear went down your spine as you sat straight up in the bed. Through the door and walls, you could hear heavy footsteps moving around.
They moved to the door and paused. You held your breath, pulling the covers up to your chin as you watched the door creak open.
A black head of fluffy hair popped in and smiled when he saw you sitting there.
"I was wondering where you—!" He was cut off by you flying off the bed and throwing yourself into his arms.
"You're home!" You gasped, burying your face in his neck. You didn't bother fighting the tears that tumbled down your cheeks.
"Yeah..." You could hear the smile in his voice as he wrapped his arms around you, fisting the back of your shirt tightly as if you would slip away. "I'm home."
"I was so worried and..." Your cheeks burned before you muttered, "I missed you."
Reaching up, he cupped both your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him. You leaned into the feeling of his touch on your skin as he wiped your tears away ever so carefully. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.
"I missed you too," He smiled, pecking your lips again. "But I'm back just like I promised I would be. I told you I'd never leave you, right?"
"You're right," You whispered, moving forward to kiss him again. He eagerly reciprocated and you whined into his lips.
He gripped your hips, rough and harsh. You winced, pulling your lips away slightly only for him to chase them — muttering a soft apology before relaxing his grip.
Neither of you wasted time moving to the bed. With your back pressed against the mattress and his wide shoulders above you, you couldn’t help the shiver running down your spine.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for another kiss.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” He breathed against your lips.
“Please,” You whispered, reaching down to tug at the hem of his dirty shirt.
“So pretty when you beg,” He growled, sitting up on his knees to pull the shirt off.
Immediately, your hands were roaming across his chest — grazing over scars and tattoos.
He groaned when your fingers brushed over his pebbled nipples. Leaning down, he nipped against the sensitive skin of your neck. As you sighed in pleasure, he began to push your own shirt up until he was able to toss it away.
Sitting up, he let out a curse at the sight of your bare breasts. One large hand cupped one, thumb rolling the nipple harshly until you whimpered. His lips moved down your neck to take the other nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the bud. Your hands wound into his hand, back arching to get more of the delicious feeling.
“Jungkook, please…” You whined, arching your hips upwards. “I-I want you so much.”
“Yeah?” He groaned against your breast, moving to take your other perked nipple into his mouth. “Who would have figured I’d already have you begging?”
“I missed you so much, Jungkook,” You whined, sniffling softly as the emotions came rushing back. “I need you to touch me, please.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, leaning back up to peck your lips.
In one swift move, your pants were tugged down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He hummed cupping your heat through the fabric, easily finding your clit and pressing against it. You sighed, head rolling back as you ground your hips down into his touch. Unable to take it, you reached down and tugged your panties off. He allowed you, watching as you kicked them away and spread your legs for him.
“Fuck,” He groaned, dropping onto his stomach between your legs. “So pretty and wet.”
Your legs trembled as he slid two fingers between your folds, spreading them to expose your leaking entrance. He groaned, low in his chest before quickly diving in to catch some of your arousal on his tongue. You sighed, eyes fluttering close as he swirled his tongue over your clit.
“Ah, Jungkook!” You cried, gripping his hair.
“Fuck,” He growled, pulling back slightly. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“G-Gentle,” You whined, gripping his hair tighter. “It’s sensitive.”
He didn’t respond, simply chuckled before diving back in. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked until your back arched. Soon, he introduced his fingers — easily sliding two in. There was a slight burn but it lasted only a second.
“You can take 3, right?” He chuckled, rolling his tongue over your clit. “You’re gonna need that many to even think of trying to take my knot.”
“Kn-Knot?” You gasped, unable to wrap your head fully around his words as he pumped the two digits in and out.
Your hips bucked when he hit your g-spot. Your eyes rolled as he continued to abuse the spot while playing with your clit in any way he could.
“I’m gonna cum soon, Kook,” You whined, unaware the pet name had slipped through your lips.
He growled, viciously pounding his fingers upwards and suckling your clit into his mouth. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, a tight coil of pleasure winding in your stomach. Opening your eyes, you looked down to see his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked like he was in utopia himself.
What broke the cord, however, was when he eased the third finger into you. You gasped, back arching as you cried out his name — cumming around the digits. He didn’t stop, fucking your spasming hole and sucking on your twitching clit throughout your entire high until you were whining and pushing him away.
He separated his mouth from you with a lewd pop and slid his fingers out. You felt empty, clenching around nothing as he popped his cum soaked fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back at your taste and he chased what was left on his lips until there was nothing left of your cum.
He stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide to the floor until he could step out of them. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and you nearly drooled at the sight of his hard cock— weeping at the flushed, red tip with a soft swell at the base of his cock.
You scooted forward on your knees, wrapping your hand around his shaft and leaning forward to slide your tongue of the slit. He sighed, head falling back on his shoulders as you took the thick head on your mouth and sucked. The taste of his precum was delectable — salty-sweet with a bitter tang.
“You’ll make me cum too fast with your pretty lips on me like that, baby,” He whispered, gripping your hair to pull you away.
You whined at the loss but let him urge you onto your back. Your feet hanging off the end of the bed and Jungkook standing at the end with a fist wrapped around his cock made you lick your lips. He looked so powerful standing over you like he was.
“Scoot back,” He ordered, crawling onto the bed after you.
With your head in the pillows, you spread your legs for him. Knees on either side of his waist, you both looked down to watch as he slid the head of his cock between your wet folds — coating himself in your juices. A split second of hesitation as he positioned his tip at your entrance felt like an eternity.
“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked softly, mindlessly slapped your clit with the head of himself.
“Please,” You gasped, wrapping your hand in his hair to tug him down.
Your mouths simultaneously fell open as he pressed inside, the fat head spreading your walls open. The sound was wet as he sunk inside, dirty and obscene. Your eyes rolled back as he finally bottomed out — the base of him almost as thick as his head.
He dropped down onto his elbows beside your head, pulling you in for another kiss as he began to thrust in and out of your clenching walls.
Every time he sunk inside, he grazed your g-spot making you moan.
“So fucking tight,” He growled. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to take my knot, babygirl.”
“K-Kook—”
“Fuck!” He snarled, cock twitching at the sound of the nickname, slamming his cock into you harshly, making you whined. “Keep calling me that.”
“Kook!” You cried, scrambling to claw at his muscled back.
“I’m gonna knock you up, beautiful,” He breathed, chuckling when he felt you clench around him. “Oh? You like the sound of that? Tell me.”
“Pl-Please kn-knock me up, Kook,” You begged, voice breathy as you fought back sobs of pleasure.
“Yeah, sound so pretty begging for my cum,” He chuckled, reached down to find your swollen clit. “How about you cum for me first?”
Your mouth fell open as everything became even more intense. He didn’t stop the rapid circles on your clit until you were crying out his name and arching. You gushed around him, walls spasming uncontrollably as he fucked you through the high.
As you came down, everything became more intense and sensitive. Every time he sunk inside, the base of his cock would catch at your entrance and stretch you just a tad more. You clung to him, eyes closed as he fucked his knot into your sensitive walls.
“I’m gonna cum,” He warned, suddenly pausing balls deep — his knot popped into your walls, swollen big enough that he couldn't pull back out.
You could feel his cock as it pulsed inside of you — a hot rush of cum immediately following. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he moaned and trembled above you. The knot at the base of his cock throbbed — urging more and more cum out of his cock.
He chuckled darkly, looking down at your swelling tummy — having been stuffed full of his cum that couldn’t escape around his knot.
Your cunt clenched around him and you whined. You felt so full but it felt so good.
Jungkook's nimble fingers found your clit and began to circle the hardened bud in brutal circles. With a dark smirk on his lips, he met your gaze where your eyes were wide and your mouth was open in a silent moan.
"That's it...give it to me, baby," He ordered, grinding his hips against you — his knot and cock stirring your sensitive walls up. “Cum on my knot for me, like a good girl.”
Your head fell back against the pillow as your back arched. The both of you moaned in unison at your orgasm, the tight squeeze and gush from your orgasm set him off again. Tightening his grip on your hips made you whine but the pain blended into the pleasure as Jungkook's knot throbbed as more cum poured into your already well-filled cunt. Slowly, his body relaxed and he heaved a sigh before beginning to change your positions.
His knot tugged at your walls, making you both hiss. You laid side by side, your head resting on his arm.
As you both caught your breath, you felt his knot slowly shrink until he was able to pull out completely. You whimpered at the gush of cum that followed — oozing out of your stretched entrance and staining the bed beneath you.
He groaned, dropping back onto his stomach between your legs. Feeling embarrassed, you moved to close your legs but his strong hands caught you and forced them back open. You covered your face with your hands and whined as he suddenly slid his tongue across your cum-soaked folds.
Absolutely obscene sounds of him moaning and licking you clean filled the space. Your hips jerked in oversensitivity whenever he brushed over your clit.
Sliding his tongue into your entrance, he caught and swallowed down everything he could reach. Him eating his own cum out of you had your walls clenching again and he chuckled before pulling away.
Pulling your hands away from your heated cheeks, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You whined, circling your arms around his neck as he fed his cum into your mouth for you to swallow.
You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing everything he gave you — continuing to kiss long after you swallowed it. The remnants of his cum lingered on your tongue and on his lips.
Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours and moved to lay on his side beside you once again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled your body close to his.
The two of you dissolved into a comfortable silence; his fingers tracing random shapes along your skin and you taking in his sweet scent and enjoying the warmth of his arms around you.
You were sitting with Jungkook on the floor in front of the couch. Since the table was broken, the two of you were using the couch as a makeshift table. He had an array of papers and old book across the surface and had been spending the last two days teaching you to read the Heajix written alphabet. It was difficult and you frequently confused letters but Jungkook was patient — and gave you kisses whenever you got something right which was great incentive.
Unfortunately, the relaxing atmosphere was broken by a series of knocks on the front door. Jungkook was on his feet immediately, knife drawn and at the ready.
You stayed back, watching as he approached the door and slowly unlocked it. You watched as he took a deep breath and threw the door open.
"What—" Jungkook was at a loss. There was a man standing at the door with his hands up to show he was unarmed.
"My name is Hakyeon," He said, motioning to his badge. "I work for the Interplanetary Embassy on Earth. We received an Emergency beacon and we've been told the human was here."
"Holy shit! It actually got through?!" You cried, jumping to your feet and running over to the open door. "Why did it take you so damn long?"
Hakyeon looked confused, shaking his head. "We received it only 2 days ago...I was the nearest representative and was tasked with finding you."
"Weird..." You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders. "I guess I can go home now, right?"
"If that's what you wish still, yes," He replied, eyeing Jungkook by your side.
"Um," You cleared your throat. "Your ship will be nearby right?"
"Yes, I'll...wait for you there," Hakyeon said, taking the hint.
The door shut and Jungkook was silent.
"Jungkook—"
"I guess you're leaving, right?" He asked, keeping his eyes down. "There's no logical reason for me to ask you to stay here...it's dangerous and you should be somewhere safe."
"But Jungkook..." You reached forward to touch him but he backed away.
"If I'm honest, ______," He wandered away, leaving you to watch him. His voice was shaky, wobbling with the onslaught of tears. "I really don't want you to go and I know that's selfish! But I really don't think I can be alone again. Especially after finding someone I can actually love."
"Jungkook!" You snapped, making him look at you. You sighed speedily walking up to him and pressing your lips to his before he could back away. "I love you too."
"But—"
"Come with me," You whispered, clutching the front of his shirt in your hands. "Come back to Earth with me. We'll find someone there who will help. The Embassy would be more than willing to assist in the cleanup and protection of Palacios and Heajix. You can speak for everyone here who is struggling to survive and those you haven't."
"You want me to come with you?" He breathed, covering your hands with his. Tears still fell from his eyes but in a matter of seconds, he was smiling and pulling you against him in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of you.
"Of course I do, stupid!" You laughed, hugging him back as tight as you could. "Why would I leave you when you refused to leave me, huh?"
"...I love you," He whispered, giving you another kiss.
"Let's get our things together," You said before the two of you separated.
Jungkook packed his bag with anything important, sentimental or not. You noticed he packed his picture away with a sad smile.
Once the two of you were ready, you took his hand and walked out the door. He paused and looked behind him, at the house he'd been living in for the longest time. The boarded up windows and the water reservoir he'd spent ages perfecting.
You squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to you. He smiled, taking the first step away.
You felt yourself relax against the seat once the two of you were on the craft. Jungkook was gripping your hand tight — it was hurting a bit but you didn't say anything. His gaze was locked on the window, watching as his home planet disappeared from view.
The surface was covered in a green, gaseous layer of pollution and smog that he seemed almost surprised to see. The pollution of the planet was most evident one outside of the planet's atmosphere.
"I'm happy you're here, Jungkook," You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"I am too," He replied, resting his head against yours as he watched the stars and planets pass by until Palacios was out of view.
#btssmutclub#bts smut#jungkook smut#bts scenarios#jungkook scenarios#bts imagines#jungkook imagines#jeongguk smut#jeongguk scenarios#jeongguk imagines#jungkook x reader#jeongguk x reader#bts x reader#bangtan x reader#bts fanfic#jungkook fanfic#jeongguk fanfic#bangtan fanfic
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
death valley (m) | part 3
summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: gangster!taehyung x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 9.4k (it goes fast trust me)
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive / possessive / toxic behaviors, oral sex, daddy kink, mommy kink if you squint, glamorization of drug & alcohol use, a whole lot of blackmail, guns (no shooting), manipulation, coercion, illicit filming, post-workout shower sex, choking, cursing, car accident, major character injury, dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, sub!namjoon, reader needs a fucking nap
a/n: NO BC THE ROLLING STONE COVER IS PERFECT FOR THIS FIC??? like its so spot on to this aesthetic. thank you all SO MUCH for the support, a few of you sent me the sweetest messages - they really make my day & inspire me to work harder on this story <3 three smut scenes in one part? yall....damn. (the last one is the best. my fav jimin scene yet) sorry for posting late im just insecure about my writing lol
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 |
Smoke diffused from Jimin’s chapped lips. His foot was tapping repeatedly, he was running out of patience. His penthouse seemed so empty without you these days. He hadn’t had you in a while and he was craving a release. He set his cigarette down on a small ashtray to his side, leaning forward.
“I want her now” He snapped, reaching onto the coffee table in front of him to grab his revolver. He looked down the barrel briefly and his jaw stiffened. His eyes then raised as he pointed the gun at a man standing in front of him patiently. “Where is she?”
“Taehyung has gone to retrieve her for you. Shouldn’t be long now” The man spoke, fear evident in his trembling voice. Jimin flashed a teethy grin, his attention back to his gun, twirling it around his fingers.
A phone began to buzz. Jimin rolled his eyes, setting the gun down and picking up his cell besides it. It was Taehyung.
“What?” Jimin grumbled.
“Yeah she’s not home. Hasn’t been all night. But you know who is in her apartment right now—you’re gonna get a kick out of this” Taehyung’s amused voice made Jimin tilt his head with irritation. He was not in the mood for his games. “The street rat”
Jimin’s heart sank, followed by an overwhelming feeling of jealousy seeping through his veins. He clenched his fists. “Taehyung, cut his fucking fingers off if he so much as touches her.” Taehyung laughed, “Do I sound like I’m joking Taehyung?”
“Yeah yeah whatever. Go work on your music, I’ll find her” Jimin hung up abruptly, elbows on his knees as he hung his head down in frustration. He screamed, throwing his phone as hard as he could onto the tiled floors. His fingers ran up his face, clenching the ends of his hair as he began to cry.
He fucked up. He messed up everything. He shouldn’t have threatened you—you probably hated him. You were supposed to be his fan. You were obsessed with him weren’t you? Did you love Jungkook now? You must after all Jungkook was an attractive guy, had money, and you probably didn’t know enough about him to know how dangerous he was. None of it mattered, Jimin wasn’t ready to let you go. He just got a taste, how could you leave now? Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed out.
Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself down. It was his fault. He was too fucked up and it scared you—that had to be it. Deep down he knows that he was too rough with you. He so badly wants to taste your pretty lips but he’s scared. He’s never been good with emotions, and hates that he gets so high when he’s around you.
Taehyung had suggested he should stay away from you right from that night you had passed out in front of him, but Jimin didn’t listen. What does he know anyway? Fucking bitch. Jimin pursed his lips. You didn’t remember that night. You didn’t remember what all you saw after you came to, but he did. He was gonna be better. He was gonna win you back. He grabbed a notebook and pen quickly and began scribbling down lyrics as they came to him.
You almost screamed seeing Taehyung, but before you could he had you in a headlock, with a small knife pressed up to your neck as he kicked your door shut.
“Play along. I won’t hurt you” He mumbled into the back of your head as he turned you around. There, sitting on your couch was Jimin.
“Where were you?” Jimin was seething, eyes flared with rage. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t look high. He almost looked worried.“Why didn’t you come home last night?”
You rolled your eyes. This man’s sheer audacity made you want to kick him in the balls so hard. “Give me a fucking break. I’ve had a really rough few nights and I just want to take a fucking shower and go to work alright” You feel Taehyung slightly loosen his grip on you.
Jimin approached you slowly. “Do I need to remind you that I could fucking ruin you? Deal with your shit. Come over after work tomorrow or I send Yoongi the video” You glanced back at Taehyung who didn’t give you much of a reaction.
“No, I’m not fucking coming, and I want you to leave right now before I call the cops” You hear Taehyung giggle behind you. Jimin marched up to you and grabbed your neck harshly, Taehyung holding you still.
“Right. I heard that she talked to Kim Seokjin. Better fucking keep your mouth shut Y/n” Taehyung said casually. Jimin looked deep into your eyes, before clenching them shut as he steadied his breathing.
“Let’s go Taehyung. She’ll come, she’s not stupid” Jimin snapped his fingers.
“I’m right behind you boss, you go ahead” Taehyung released his hold. Jimin regarded you, a bitter look in his eyes as he huffed, slamming the door behind him as he left.
You whirled around to face Taehyung, who had already raised his hands in defense. “Let me expl—“
“You’re in Jimin’s gang aren’t you?! You motherfucker, you hurt Namjoon! You threatened Jungkook! You’re the cause of all my problems aren’t you” You kicked at Taehyung’s knees, causing him to giggle at your efforts. He dodged your attacks with ease.
“Oh you wish I was your biggest problem jacket girl. That’s far from it. You have Jimin’s black card don’t you?” He opened his palm in front of you “Give it”
You did as told, handing it to him, more than happy to get rid of anything you had of Jimin’s.
You spat at him “Fucking creep. I knew you were no good. You knew that shooting was gonna happen, that’s why you had sex with me isn’t it? To keep me distracted while your guys hurt Namjoon?” Taehyung pursed his lips at your statement, looking around your apartment frantically.
“Of course not dumbass.” He whispered so softly you had to strain to hear him “Shush” He began quickly making his way towards your bedroom. You chased after him, dropping your things on the ground. You watch as he reaches behind your bookshelf and pulls out a small surveillance camera, tossing it onto your bed.
He put a finger to his lips and made his way to your computer monitor. Quickly he took out a gun from his back pocket and slammed the end into the top of the screen. You gaped at him, watching glass shatter onto your desk.
“Okay.” Taehyung sighed, relaxing his shoulders. He fiddled with his watch—there was that watch again—before turning to you “Now that we’re actually alone, no that’s not why I had sex with you. You can’t tell anyone that happened alright. And no I didn’t know the shooting was gonna happen, that wasn’t us.”
“W…what the fuck” You trembled, eyes wide with shock and unease at the fact someone had put cameras in your bedroom. Taehyung noticed your discomfort, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Yeahhhh. You should really be more careful about who you let literally move into your fucking apartment.”
“Jungkook was spying on me?”
“Mmm, more like he was doing someone’s dirty work I would say. He’s a selfish rat who only cares about money. He’s dangerous and a liar. Look…I heard about the kidnapping, are you okay?”
“How do you know about that? How do you know so much?” Taehyung grinned widely, ignoring your questions.
“Y/n, let me tell you something” He took a seat on the edge of your mattress, “There is someone really fucking powerful who has their eyes on you. I don’t know who or even why. Now, we have a bone to pick with that motherfucker for a whole different set of reasons, making you perfect bait. So it would make sense for us to kidnap you and blackmail him or something” You sat down next to him, knees weak as your emotional state spiraled. “But we didn’t.”
“It wasn’t Jimin?” You honestly thought it would have been. After all, Hobi said your kidnappers beat up Namjoon pretty bad and that seemed to be in line with Jimin’s agenda. “Then who was it?”
“Dunno. But I’m gonna find out. You really aren’t safe here, the rat was right about that. Jimin can protect you though”
You scoffed, plopping your back onto the mattress and letting the shift in gravity wave over you. “I hate Jimin” Taehyung turned rapidly at your statement, frowning.
“I thought you were a fan, jacket girl?” He laid back besides you, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. You gave him a look, rolling your eyes as he chuckled. How is this guy able to find all of this funny?
You sighed, staring at the ceiling, becoming increasingly aware that Taehyung was lying next to you.
“You said you didn’t fuck me to distract me so why did you?”
“Because. I think you’re cool, you’re fucking gorgeous, you’re fun, and I probably would never get another chance. Jimin gets what he wants. He’s in charge.”
“He doesn’t own me” You murmured, turning on your side to face him. “He doesn’t own you either.” Taehyung grinned lazily, gazing into your eyes.
You slid your hand onto his thigh, looking at him expectantly. When he doesn’t react you slowly lean closer to him, noses barely touching. His eyes flutter shut as you kiss him, instantly pushing your tongue into his mouth. You know you need to be fast, Jimin was probably waiting for him.
Taehyung cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he rolled his body flush against you. There were butterflies in your stomach, for some reason you felt like a child again, making out with a boy you liked in your bedroom. You smiled into the kiss.
His hand brushed down your body, lingering at your chest but ultimately finding your thigh and squeezing it slightly. He wanted more, and he needed it now.
“Quick” Taehyung whispered, and you frantically kicked off your shorts, Taehyung simultaneously rising to yank down his jeans. You spread your legs as wide as you could, motioning for Taehyung to come back to you. He licked his lips. “You’re not stretched out yet, are you sure?”
You nodded, “Fuck stop stalling just do it. It’s okay if I don’t cum just fuck me” You whine. Taehyung shrugs, lowering himself down on you. You wrap your arms and legs around him tightly, as if holding on for dear life. You couldn’t understand why you found so much comfort in the man you barely knew. A man you barely trusted.
Were you even really into him? Or were you trying to spite Jimin? Taehyung quickly sunk his cock into you. You cried out—recalling just how large he was the last time.
“So tight” Taehyung’s breath hitched as he stilled himself deep inside of you. You rolled your hips up, taunting him to get on with it. He grabbed your ass, pulling you in towards him, allowing him to fuck into you deeper.
You kissed his neck frantically, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm. He fucked you with focus, desperately trying to chase his own high as you savored having his body on yours.
Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust, as if you were almost climbing up onto him. You groaned, tilting your head back in pleasure as the initial pain of his size subsided, and he was able to angle himself perfectly in a way that had you screaming for more.
His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but moreso just breathing into one another deeply. He smacked your ass lightly as he picked up his pace.
“You feel so good” He muttered, “That fucking” He thrusted deep “Asshole is so lucky” He was ruthless. You held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you. “Get’s you all to himself. Fucks you whenever he…wants” Taehyung panted, “Doesn’t fucking deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you” You could hear the slight growl in his voice.
“Pussy so fucking sweet. So fucking sweet I can’t stop” Taehyung moved his hands to grip your shoulders from under you, digging his nails into your flesh. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I don’t want to Y/n. Fuck. Please.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop baby I love it” You urged him on, making him hiss. He looked so fucked out as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.
“Dont wanna…dont wanna cum. Dont wanna stop” Taehyung whined, “Feel so good. Feel so fucking good”
“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice bellowed from outside the apartment. Taehyung cursed in irritation.
“Shit, come on baby” You bucked your hips up. Taehyung was pissed. He pulled out of you. “Let me finish you baby don’t go” You pleaded, hugging onto him tighter as he began to get off of you.
“He’ll kill me. He will literally kill me. I need to go” Taehyung pressed a kiss to your forehead. He shoved you off of him. He begins to pull his pants back on, but you’re not ready to let him go yet. You’ll be damned if Taehyung doesn’t get to finish because of Jimin.
“No!” You pounce on him, pushing him onto the floor and pinning him down with your knees. You wrap your hand around his cock and begin to stroke it furiously, bringing your face down so that your tongue can wrap around it. You begin sucking on him, watching his shocked face as you bob your head rapidly on him, going as fast as you can. You feel Taehyung’s hand reach to hold back your hair. What a sweetheart. Jimin would never.
Taehyung bit down on his lip so hard it began to bleed as he came up into your mouth. You rapidly licked him off, cum getting all over your lips before you pulled his pants back up and got off of him. You noticed his watch again.
“Where’d you get that watch?” You asked causally as Taehyung pulled his pants back on. Taehyung looked at the piece and a frown tugged at his lips.
“Um…a friend gave it to me”
“He has good taste”
Taehyung gulped, looking back at you “Yeah. He really does”
“Go” You whispered. Taehyung blinked a few times, trying to process as he gets up. He cups your face to plant one final kiss onto your cum stained lips before rushing out of your apartment, hands frantically fixing his hair as he leaves.
-
Jungkook wiped the sweat from off his forehead before bending to lift the heavy box again. It was his least favorite part of the job, moving product. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just hire more people with all the fucking cash they made but his boss hated bringing new people in.
He wobbled back to his truck, sliding the large package into his trunk before taking a deep breath. Hopping into the drivers seat, he set away to get back to you.
You hadn’t come home last night, and although he knew you were out with Namjoon, some part of him felt uneasy. He had grown fond of you over the past few days, more than he really cared to admit. He knew you were off limits, after all, what business did you have with a guy like him when you were around people like Park Jimin on a daily basis.
Click, Jungkook had just buckled his seatbelt, glancing in the rearview mirror to see an unfamiliar face staring back at him, holding a gun to his forehead.
“Jeon Jungkook” Goosebumps riveted across his skin at the stern voice “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Heard you’ve gone ahead and made yourself Y/n’s roomate” The man was tall, had a sharp jawline and a deceivingly warm smile.
“Who are you? Do you work for him?”
“Move out. Stay away from her or else”
“Or else what? I am the most successful dealer he has, he isn’t gonna touch me”
“Do you really wanna find out?” Bang. Jungkook turned to the noise to see Namjoon tied up and blindfolded, on the ground with a man holding a metal rod to his head. He was knocked out. “Move out, or I’ll beat your little fighter boy’s head in. And I bet your boss wouldn’t want his money machine dead”
Jungkook pursed his lips into a thin smile. “Oh..you’re Jimin’s guy huh? Fine. I’ll leave her. Let Joon go”
“One more thing. You tell Namjoon that you found his friend too”
“Well uh, where is his friend?”
The man laughed, motioning for his goons to follow as they all hopped into twin black Cadillacs, driving off and leaving Namjoon unconscious on the ground. Jungkook clicked his tongue. I’ve seen that guy before. He stretched out his arms and went over to try to lift Namjoon into his truck.
-
You stared at the cameras that Taehyung had found in your room, goosebumps spreading as you tried to comprehend everything. Okay. Just. Go to work. Forget about it. Go see Hobi. You quickly hopped in the shower, letting ice cold water attempt to wake you up from this growing nightmare.
Stepping out of the shower you hear some light rapping at your door. “One second” It was probably Jungkook. He had seen you naked plenty, so you thought nothing of it as you wobbled towards your door with nothing but a towel, hair pinned up to keep it dry.
“Hey, did you want a ride to work?” Yoongi’s familiar collected gaze fell on you. WHY DOES THIS MAN SHOW UP AT THE WORST TIMES you scream internally at your boss who was there standing in front of you. He didn’t look the least bit phased at your state, and in a way you felt offended. I’m half naked. Nothing? Damn.
“Oh! Sure. Give me like 2 minutes. Please, come in” Yoongi stepped inside, looking around with little interest. You ran back to your room, kicking the door shut as your frantically searched for something appropriate to wear. You went to your mirror and slapped on some makeup before returning to Yoongi. “Yeah! Let’s go”
Yoongi drove a nice black Cadillac, which you expected. He was a wealthy guy after all and it fit his edgy but classy aesthetic that he had going on. You felt relaxed in the fresh leather seats, the scent mind-numbingly pleasant. You were just so tired. Yoongi began to drive, and the soft hum of the engine lulled you into a nap. You were out like a light, unable to see the way that Yoongi was licking his lips, glancing at your lifeless frame. Unable to feel the way he took your hand into his and squeezed so tightly.
Back in the studio, you were desperate to find Hobi and hear about what had happened. Instead you found Namjoon waiting for you, and your jaw dropped. Half of his face was covered with a large bruise that looked incredibly painful. You threw yourself into his arms.
“Oh my God are you okay?” You hugged him tightly, and he did you, relishing the comfort of one another’s touch. He shook his head, making your heart clench in pity. Of course he’s not okay.
“Did they do anything to you? Did they touch you? I swear to God Y/n I’ll fucking” You straddled his lap and rest your head against his strong chest. His heartbeat was pronounced and soothing under his soft shirt.
“I’m okay. I’m more worried about you.” Namjoon ran his hand up and down your back.
“Y/n...I think. This might sound crazy but I think I know who kidnapped us” He whispered into your ears. At that moment, the door opened revealing a perfectly normal looking Jimin. You almost jumped off of Namjoon, realizing how compromising your situation must have looked. Jimin’s eyes narrowed briefly.
“Come” Jimin motioned to you without so much as a greeting. You glanced at Namjoon, who was looking at the ground. He seemed scared. “Now.” He snapped.
“Who the fuck do you think you are just ordering her around like that?” From down the hall you hear Hobi’s voice echo through. Relief surged through your veins. “You’re not even recording today, get lost” Hobi walked straight up to Jimin and glared at him.
Jimin chuckled, “Whatever, she’ll come. I know she will” He turned to leave but Hobi grabbed him by the collar, growling lowly.
“Piece of trash. Stay away from my girl” You froze at the term. Jimin’s eyes widened.
“Your girl? Oh Hoseok are you in for a fucking treat because let me tell you what exactly your girl has been..”
“Hobi get off of him.” Like ice, Yoongi’s voice cut through the scene. His footsteps were pronounced as he approached the boys who remained in an aggressive stare-down. “First of all. She is not your girl. There is absolutely no romantic relationships permitted in my label. No exceptions, end of question. Second of all, Jimin, you better not be harassing my employees or you will see me sue you for all your worth, you got that?” Your pussy clenched at the authoritativeness in his voice. Hobi reluctantly let go of Jimin, who brushed himself off.
“You can’t stop us from going out” Hobi muttered. For the first time in your life, you saw Yoongi laugh. And not in a good way.
“Can’t I? Y/n, you’re off your project. You’ll be working directly with me now on finishing Jimin’s album” Jimin smirked lightly, meeting your eyes.
“She doesn’t want to work on Jimin’s--” Hobi began to protest but Yoongi held his hand up.
“Say another word, and your ass is fired. If I so much as see the two of you alone in my place of work, you’re in for it. Have I made myself clear?” You noticed that Hobi’s fists were almost reddening from how tightly he was clenching them, veins popping from his forearms.
“Yes” Hobi mumbled in submission. You had never seen him so angry before. He didn’t give you another look before storming off towards his own office. You rolled your eyes as you heard Jimin giggle.
“Perfect” He grinned. Yoongi simply looked him up and down before turning to you, arms folded.
“Go finish up what you’re working on. From tomorrow you report to me, and we’ll work in my studio.” His voice was significantly softer than it had been minutes ago. He briefly touched your elbow, as if to assure you not to be worried. The gesture was barely there but you found yourself appreciating it as he left, calling Jimin to follow him.
You took a deep breath, turning back into the studio where Namjoon was sitting and listening to the whole ordeal. He looked extremely uncomfortable, so you slid the door shut and took a seat in front of him.
“Sorry. You were saying? Who do you think kidnapped us?” Namjoon gave you an uncertain look. “Trust me, I won’t think you’re crazy. Is it Jimin, is that what you were thinking because I would totally believe--”
“Hobi” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “I think it was Hobi”
Your stomach flipped. The sincerely in Namjoon’s eyes made you nauseous. He saw your reaction and grabbed your hands, holding them sturdily in his own. “Y/n, I can’t tell you everything here. Come somewhere with me. I wanna show you something. You trust me right?” He got up quickly, tugging your arms to do the same.
He led you to his car, parked significantly far in the back of the lot and much to your surprise it was the exact same model as Yoongi’s. Maybe it’s a rockstar thing. But Namjoon makes the same as I do so how the fuck can he afford...oh...the fights. You shrugged, not minding returning to the chic vehicle.
“I feel like we both need to blow off some steam.” Namjoon said, revving the engine “I’m gonna take you where I train for my matches. It’s usually pretty secluded so we should be able to talk there” You nodded. Boxing sounded cool enough, and he was right, you could use some endorphins.
The two of you arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Inside, the walls were a charcoal color, dimply lit by striking white lights. It eerily reminded you of the vibe of the arena, but instead there were a few punching bags set up as well as a sparring ring. Namjoon had been right - the place was absolutely empty.
Namjoon grabbed a few gloves from the floor, handing you a pair which you inspected closely. When you looked up you saw that Namjoon had already pulled off his shirt, and was sitting on a bench, wrapping his hands with the gauze. Damn. You never thought you would be thirsting for your coworker but seeing him all serious had you feeling a type of way. You recalled how deliciously submissive he had been at Death Valley. You needed that. You missed being in control of your life.
“Here” Namjoon tossed the gauze tape at you. “Sit down I can wrap it for you” He slid down on his knees. You let him secure your wrists with the soft material, his brows furrowed with complete focus.
“Why do you think it’s Hobi?” You whispered. Namjoon’s hands stilled over yours.
“The pills. He didn’t actually take them. And then when we were tied up...I dunno...he sounded really far away? And not nearly as freaked out as you and I were. Then when Jungkook found us--well, Jungkook said he already dropped Hobi off but I don’t buy it. He said that the guys he had seen beat me looked really familiar to him. Jungkook might have seen Hobi around Death Valley or something before. So that’s why I think it’s him. Maybe Hobi is in Jimin’s...yknow...gang”
Namjoon finished wrapping your hands. He rose “Come on, let me show you some moves” You pulled the boxing gloves on and followed him reluctantly.
Namjoon patted one of the bags lightly and positioned you in from of it. He showed you how to throw a few types of punches and you listened intently, noting how his biceps flexed with every hit. He stood behind you, allowing you to try punching on your own as he watched your stance. You threw all your weight into your punch, hearing a soft slam as your fist met the bag, which didn’t budge. You hear Namjoon stifle a giggle.
“No, Y/n, you need to...hold on” You hear what sounds like Namjoon pulling his gloves off. He rests a wrapped hand on your shoulder, guiding your arm with the other. “Likeeee that. There you go” He assisted you in making a punch that caused the bag to sway slightly. “Nice job, try again!”
You continued to pummel the bag, letting out all your pent up frustration. Namjoon watched you carefully, pacing around you and observing your form. You suddenly flew a punch so far it caused the button of your shirt to pop off your chest. You stopped, panting heavily as sweat dripped from your forehead, looking down to see your chest decently exposed. Namjoon stood in front of you, face turning pink.
“Shit. Damn Joon should’ve told me to pack some different clothes” You pull of your gloves, setting them down before you unbutton the rest of your shirt and let it slide off of your shoulders, leaving you in a simple nude bra. It wasn’t meant for sports but you didn’t really care. Namjoon wiped the sweat from his forehead and eyed you up and down.
“I think I’m gonna uh…take a break” He gulped. You grinned, knowing that you were making him hot and bothered. He went towards the back of the warehouse where there were a few open showers.
He turned the water up cold, letting it run over him and his pants. You watched as he set his arms out, leaning against the wall so the water hit his muscular back.
“Joonie” You cooed, walking up to him. “Don’t be shy with me”
Namjoon didn’t dare look at you as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his toned waist, letting your fingers tug at his waistband. You pressed your lips into his back.
“Can you be a good boy for me and take this off hm?” You whispered. Namjoon’s breath was shaky and his eyes were clenched shut. He swallowed, trembling as he did as you asked, his wet pants falling to the dirty floor. You turned him around to face you, but his eyes remained glued to the floor.
“Joonie…look at me” You tilted his face up, ad he reluctantly met your eyes.
“Y/n…” He mumbled as you went on your tippy toes, letting your arms snake around his neck. “A…are you sure?”
“You tell me” You grinned, sucking lightly on his neck. Namjoon cursed under his breath, tilting his head to give you more room.
“I…I’ve wanted you for so long” Namjoon leaned back, the water from the shower now soaking you too. He stroked the wet strands of hair from your eyes, before leaning down and kissing you. You could feel him quivering from your touch.
“I really like you” He kept talking, his words barely making it into your brain as you were far too focused on how you were planning on getting him down on his knees.
“Is that right baby?” You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb tug at his lips. “Why don’t you show me huh?” You were down to roleplay, not realizing that for Namjoon his words were his truth.
“C…can I…see your tits…please?” Namjoon’s hands hovered over your body, not ready to touch you without your explicit permission.
“Go ahead” He unclasped your bra, and it fell to the floor. Namjoon gasped. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen them before. He had—but he still couldn’t quite believe it. His cock twitched, and he was ready to burst then and there, overwhelmed that he even made it this far with you. He cried out in discomfort, his boxers tight against his rigid cock.
“Y/n…please” Namjoon whined, grabbing your breast with one hand while he bent down to suckle the other.
“Fuck” You muttered, his sloppy tongue rilling you up as he desperately licked away at your tits.
“Please it hurts so bad” His cried vibrated into your chest as you stroked his hair affectionately. He sucked you harshly before switching to the other breast.
“Tell me what you need baby…use your words”
“Can I just…put my…if it’s okay I just” Namjoon let go of your breasts and stood up straight. “Wanna fuck you. Want you to ride me. If…that’s okay” You smiled at him.
“Of course baby, let’s go sit you down over there and then mama will take care of you” Namjoon’s eyes widened at your words, his knees wobbling. He gripped your shoulders, furrowing his brows and trying his best not to cum in front of you like an idiot without even being touched.
You led him over to the closest bench, where he sat down, sliding down his boxers so that his cock stood proud. You knew he wouldn’t last long, but seeing how he looked like he was gonna burst into tears, you weren’t about to shatter his dreams. Ridding your own underwear, you straddled him slowly.
His eyes were closed again, much to your dismay. “Joonie. Look at me.” You lightly slapped his cheek. His eyes met yours, wide and watery. He was a mess for you and you had never felt so powerful.
You sank down on him, watching as he cried out, his moans echoing throughout the empty warehouse. He set his hands at your waist as you raised yourself back up, the sweet drag of his cock sliding seamlessly down your wet walls.
“Oh my god Y/n” Namjoon buried his face into your neck as you continued to ride him slowly, bouncing up and down on his cock while he moaned out your name like it was the only word he knew.
You grabbed his face, pushing your lips onto his and shutting him up. His hands slid up to grab your breasts, fondling them desperately as you rolled your hips into him.
He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan into his mouth. He let one hand fall to your clit and began rubbing you rapidly.
“Wanna make you feel good too” He murmured, words enveloped by your kisses. For whatever show he put on, you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing, drawing soft circles on your clit and making your pussy leak onto him right away. You clenched down, causing Namjoon to almost scream into your mouth with pleasure.
“Wanna cum for mama? It hurts doesn’t it baby?” You teased. Namjoon pouted at you and nodded. You kissed his cheek. “I know it does baby. I know it hurts” You stroked his back, bouncing faster and faster on him.
“Y/n…fuck…please can I cum inside you? I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer” Namjoon bit down on your shouder, trying as hard as he could not to cum.
“It’s okay. You can cum, I got you baby” It was all it took for him to spill into you, his load seeming never ending. When he was done he hugged you tight to his chest, keeping his cock inside you, not wanting to lose your warmth.
The two of your remained like that for a while. You hummed lightly as Namjoon stroked your back. He cleared his throat.
“I’m gonna register for another fight. Against Jin. We still don’t have a clear winner but I’ve been training almost every day—I have to win” He growled lightly.
“Just be careful okay” You kissed his cheek. He shook his head.
“I don’t care what it takes. I have to win. I have to. I’m gonna win” You squinted at him, seeing an almost crazed glint. “I’m gonna win and finally get my prize” What prize? Money?
-
Working with Yoongi was different. There were far less drugs involved. In a way you were grateful that you were finally getting the real work experience you came for, but you did miss having fun with Hobi and Namjoon in the studio. Yoongi was quite serious about his work, and you admired that. He wouldn’t pay too much attention to you most of the time, simply asking you your thoughts on certain tracks every now and then.
“Tonight the title track drops as a single” He muttered, typing frantically on his laptop. You sat by his side, watching as he finished up some emails “It’ll drop around midnight.” He picked up his phone “Get Jimin in here.”
You groaned, recalling that you were expected to go over to his place tonight. Yoongi noticed your displeasure, raising his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.
“What” Jimin barged into the studio. You hated how disrespectful he was, especially to someone as talented as Yoongi.
“Your single is dropping tonight. Thought you’d wanna know. We should celebrate.” Yoongi shut his laptop and glanced at the both of you. Jimin grinned.
“Oh hell yeah. Party at my place.” He winked at you, “Wear something nice babygirl”
You choked, coughing to try to cover it up. You missed the way Yoongi glared at Jimin when he said that before he motioned for him to leave.
“Does Jimin bother you?” Yoongi asked, a hint—barely a hint—of genuine concern in his voice. You sighed.
“No sir. He’s just a typical rockstar”
What were you gonna wear? It was a formal event. Namjoon had made it clear that he would rather jump off of a cliff than step foot in Jimin’s place so he wouldn’t be going, and you hadn’t heard from or seen Hobi in a while. You assumed Yoongi would be there, so you wanted to look good, just in case. Although deep down you knew that if anyone was fucking you tonight it would likely end up being Jimin himself.
You chose a silky gold slip dress, looking at yourself in the mirror and almost not recognizing yourself without your usual grunge look. You wondered if Yoongi would still wear his chains. You shivered in excitement.
Jimin wanted you there early. He claimed to need to talk to you, but you knew he was probably just trying to get his dick wet. As you walked into the penthouse you were shocked at how clean the place was. He really had decked the place out for a nice party—his living room rearranged.
“Hey” You noticed Taehyung emerging from the kitchen. He looked so different, you had to blink to make sure it was really him.
He had dyed his hair black, a striking contrast to the mint green you had become familiar with, plus instead of his leather jacket and jeans he had on a fitted grey blazer with a crisp white shirt underneath. He looked fantastic.
“Damn you clean up nice” He grinned, “He’s waiting for you.” Taehyung motioned towards Jimin’s closed room. He quickly pulled you into a light hug, whispering in your ear “If he does anything you don’t want you just say it and I will fucking stop him okay?” You gulped, nodding lightly.
“Will you be watching?” You teased, letting your lips glide over his ear. Taehyung simply smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass playfully.
“Go get em girl” He let you go, watching as you headed towards Jimin’s room.
It wasn’t anything like you expected. The lights were dim, there were candles everywhere. All over his floor were rose petals. So cliche. You smirked to yourself.
Jimin emerged from his bathroom, looking astounding. He looked younger—like he did back in the days you would be worshiping his body day and night. His hair was styled similarly, up revealing his forehead. His shirt fit him great and you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to wear dangling earrings.
“You came”
Your breath hitched as he came towards you, and you subconsciously backed away from him until he was towering over you—your back pressed against the wall. He took your hands into his, kissing the tops of them softly.
“Stop blackmailing me. I don’t give a fuck if you send that video to Yoongi alright, he won’t care. He’ll protect me from an ass like you” Jimin let your hands drop as he circled your waist, touching his forehead to yours. Your heart skipped a beat. His face was so close to yours—but it wasn’t like before. He was actually looking at you. His eyes clean of any substance.
“I won’t send it. I told Taehyung to delete it. I want you to want this” He whispered, his breath landing in shimmers on your lips. For once he didn’t smell like tobacco. His lips looked incredibly soft, a sweet red tint making them pop.
He gazed at you, his hand traveling up your back where he found the zipper of your dress. “You look incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined” He was breathless. The way he was speaking made you want to melt. It was like every fantasy of your teenage years was coming to life in front of your eyes. He tugged at your zipper.
“I’m sorry for being an ass” He rolled his head against yours, letting his lips trace your cheeks. “You deserve better” He inhaled your scent as you felt him slowly tug the zipper down—your dress sliding off with it. You gasped as the fabric swept over your body until it was a pile on the floor. Jimin stepped back to look at you.
You hadn’t worn a bra, considering your dress was backless. At that point you had also chosen to go without panties—what was the worst that could happen? You’d flash your boss? You wished that would happen.
Jimin was gaping at you before a mischievous smile took his face. Your heart sunk, recognizing the familiar predatory gaze in his eyes.
“So naughty, you were ready for me weren’t you” He began unbuttoning his own shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders before letting his hand grasp your neck. He pushed his thumb to your lip, tilting your head back.
You shut your eyes, knowing full well what he would do next—but instead Jimin bent down and kissed you softly. His grip loosened, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss.
He pressed his chest against yours, his skin burning against you. The heat from the candles was persistent—it was too warm. Your body was flushed. It was the heat. You tried to convince yourself. Your tried to convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying Park Jimin kissing you like you were his.
He lifted you into his arms, lips not leaving yours as he carefully laid you onto his silk sheets. “Tell me what you want baby girl, let daddy take care of you today” He whispered, kissing you all over your face with light pecks before moving to your neck.
You stared at the ceiling, squirming under him as your heart began pounding through your chest. You were overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were fucked like this. On a bed, with delicate care. You weren’t normally a fan, but with everything you had been through you found yourself sighing in relief.
Jimin moved his kisses to your chest, kissing every inch of you as if he was trying to memorize every crevice of your body with his lips. You arched your back in pleasure as his lips wrapped around your breast. He didn’t linger, continuing to kiss the rest of your stomach. You giggled as you felt ticklish when he kissed above your belly. Your eyes were blown—full of yearning. Park Jimin was kissing you—kissing you everywhere. You didn’t want to wake up from this.
As he proceeded to go down on you, you glanced around his room. Your eyes landed on his bathroom door, that was just slightly open. Is Taehyung there? Is he watching? You buckled your hips as Jimin kissed the tops of your thighs. You felt him smile, thinking you reacted to him. But you were imagining Taehyung’s intense gaze—from who knows where.
Jimin climbed back up your body and kissed you again. “My pretty girl” He ran his finger over your throbbing core, teasing it with his soft touch. He watched you, hovering slightly as his fingers brushed back and forth. Your pussy clenched, as if it was trying to catch his finger and swallow it in. You whined out, hands finding his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.
“Daddy” You whined softly, biting your lip. Jimin watched you close your eyes and savor his fleeting touch. “Daddy please” You moaned, prompting Jimin to glide a finger into your sopping cunt. You squealed with pleasure as he moved it excruciatingly slow, in and out, teasing you. He let his head fall against your neck as he continued to finger you. He loved how desperate your pussy was for him.
“Does my baby girl want more?” He teased, nibbling your shoulder. You nodded quickly, and he obeyed, inserting another finger. You groaned—the stretch feeling so good. You needed him to go faster. It wasn’t enough. You spread your thighs, hoping to urge him on, but he didn’t relent. Your nails dug into Jimin’s shoulders.
“Faster” You could barely make a noise, legs quivering with desperation. “Faster daddy please” You were practically crying, and Jimin loved it. He sped up, the sound of your wetness becoming increasingly evident as you soaked his fingers. You bit your lip, nodding rapidly as pleasure soared through you. Jimin watched you, grinning at your reactions. “Yes…yes…like that…more please. Please daddy” You tried to push yourself down onto his fingers more. Jimin noticed this—and pulled them out of your completely. You groaned in frustration, the feeling of fullness leaving you suddenly.
“Did I say you could move?” He took his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. You frowned at the taste of yourself but sucked on them anyways.
“W..as…s..close” You tried speaking as Jimin pushed his fingers farther down your throat. You gagged on them before he pulled them out and dove in for another kiss.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum” Jimin’s voice was so soft, it had you trembling. He got off of you briefly to unbuckled his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers.
His cock was throbbing, eager for some sort of stimulation. He took your hand, guiding it to wrap around his hardened length and giving it a few pumps.
“Daddy’s never fucked you like this has he hm?” Jimin cooed at you, climbing back over you as he lined his cock to your entrance. You widened your thighs, shaking your head. Jimin clicked his tongue “Daddy’s bad. Daddy should fuck his good little girl right” He teased his tip into your folds, moaning loudly at how wet your were as your cunt swallowed him in. He stills momentarily, and the two of your share an intimate stare. Jimin’s heart is speeding, and so is yours. You don’t know what has gotten into him—he doesn’t either. He sinks into you, crying out your name.
“Oh fuck baby oh fuck” Jimin whines, “So good. So fucking good baby, you feel so fucking good” He panted, his voice getting louder. He dug himself as far into you as he could go. “Baby…you’re so tight…holy shit” He tilts his head back in ecstasy—his expressions making you tighten on him even more. He drags his long cock out, angling his hips again before thrusting into you again, this time much faster.
“Baby…my good fucking girl…oh my God” Jimin was losing control. The pleasure began clouding his judgement, making him almost dizzy. He didn’t even realize that he had sped up much more. He didn’t notice that he had grabbed your neck, choking you down like he normally does. He didn’t notice that your moans had swapped out for winces of pain as he pounded into you relentlessly. His eyes were shut. He was gone—lost in the sweet feeling of you.
You came, much to your dismay, as Jimin’s filthy curses and praises got to your head. Your body jerked, twitching all over as you cried out helplessly. You felt good, but were upset that Jimin had gone back to his usual ways. Taehyung are you seeing this? You looked around again. Was he watching from a camera maybe? You looked at the television in front of Jimin’s bed. Squinting your eyes, you could see a slightly gleam coming from the top. Is that it? Do you see me Taehyung? You stared at it, choking as Jimin continued to fuck you silly.
“Stop” You could barely breathe. You tapped Jimin’s shoulders but he didn’t notice. He wasn’t looking. He was too caught up. “Please” You croaked, “Jimin slow down…stop I can’t—I can’t” The air was knocked out of your lungs as Jimin tightened his grip more. You felt your eyes bulge as his hot cum shot into you. His hands fell off to your side and you took the deepest breath you could conjure—little black specks already decorating your vision. Jimin was panting, a big smiled on his face as he looked down at you.
Tears rolled down your face as your gasped for more air. Jimin jumped off of you, realizing what he had done. “Holy shit Y/n” He muttered, looking around frantically for water. On cue, Taehyung barged into the room, tossing him a bottle.
“Don’t look at her!” Jimin screeched at Taehyung as he pulled the covers over your shaking body. You took the water from him and gulped it down, steadying yourself. You gave Taehyung a thankful look and he nodded to you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…shit I’m so sorry” Jimin pleaded as he helped you sit up, stroking your back.
“Deleted the video by the way” Taehyung walked over to you and sat down by your side. “Jimin, Yoongi and the others are here. You better go, I’ll take care of her” Jimin gave Taehyung a grateful pat on the back as he quickly got dressed, running to the bathroom to fix up his hair and makeup.
You let your eyes flutter shut, Taehyung taking the bottle from you and stroking your hair. You doze off, not seeing Taehyung open a familiar video on his own phone, before hitting send.
-
Jimin did his rounds, plastering a fake smile to entertain and welcome his guests. He excused himself as fast as he could. Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, noticing him trying to leave.
“You okay?” Jimin sighed. Yoongi was one of the only people he could confide in.
“I just need some air. I’ll be back” Yoongi nodded in understanding, letting him go. Jimin found his way out of the building. He paced back and forth on the sidewalk, beating himself up for his actions. God, what was wrong with him? He groaned in frustration, stomping his foot.
You were the closest thing to happiness he had felt in so long and he went ahead and fucked it up just like he had done with everything—his music, his career, and even his drug empire was on the cusp of falling apart all because of the Death Valley bastards.
He took a deep breath before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. He needed a smoke—bad. As he lit the cig, he noticed a black cadillac rolling into the parking lot at a frantic speed. He stopped momentarily, looking up as the car swiveled out of control.
Until it was headed straight for him.
-
People really thought it was a PR stunt. You rolled your eyes as you scrolled through social media at the news that Jimin was in the hospital after being in a car accident. Right after his song dropped nonetheless. You felt bad—the song was doing really well, but he wasn’t even conscious to see it. You yourself really liked it. It reminded you of his older work, but with a more mature touch to it. You could feel that the boy was struggling with something dark within himself. That was something you could relate to.
Taehyung had been wild when he found out, immediately making calls and screaming at people over the phone. You assumed that the accident was probably…not an accident, given his reaction. You wanted to go see him as soon as you could. Yoongi luckily gave everyone the day off to cope, and you headed over first thing in the morning.
Your eyes became teary as a nurse led you to the room Jimin was in. He was unconscious, and looked absolutely beat. You sat by his side, fluffing his hair affectionately. The nurse left the two of you alone, and you leaned down to give a soft kiss on his lips, naively wondering if like sleeping beauty he might wake up. Of course he didn’t. This wasn’t a fairy tale—it was far from it.
You had been up all night thinking about it. You finally understood was Jin had meant when he suggested that you knew too much. Did Namjoon do this? The car was the same kind as his was. He did hate Jimin passionately, you knew this for a fact. But would he really go this far?
You thought back to your last interactions with Namjoon. He did seem to be a little out of his mind lately. You figured it was the drugs. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook what exactly he’s on.
He had been so aggressive about wanting to win the upcoming fight. Did he do this on purpose? You recalled that he said Jimin made him lose the last time. You felt queasy. Maybe all the shit you and Namjoon had been through really got to him, and this was him reacting.
The driver of the car was not found at the site of the accident, and it was by sheer luck that Jimin was even alive according to the police.
You pulled out Seokjin’s business card, finally fed up with all of this. It was getting too dangerous. You no longer felt safe. You dialed his number.
As the phone rang you heard the door swing open. You smiled sheepishly, waving at the familiar cheery face you hadn’t seen for so long. The face of a man that Namjoon had made you doubt. You were questioning everything now. It was Hobi.
-
Seokjin had headphones blaring his favorite songs as he jogged in place, getting himself pumped up at a local gym. He let out a few punches into the air. He was ready to beat Namjoon shitless. He was pleased. Pleased that you had finally called him, agreeing to meet with him and cooperating. He was so close to finding out the person behind all the madness—he just needed to get to Jimin.
The two of you agreed to meet later in the day. You had told him a brief amount of what all you knew and thought, but he recommended not giving details over the phone. Jin knew that gangs were smart enough to wire tap phones of their associates, especially ones who knew as much as you did.
“So you’re Jin” He turned, a man walked in, leaning casually against the wall. “Nice to meet you” He smirked before adding “Officer”
Jin turned quickly, grabbing a pistol and aiming it at the man who simply laughed. “Relax officer. I’m not who you’re after.”
Jin gritted his teeth, not letting his gun down. “What do you want?”
“See. There’s this girl.” He showed Jin a live video of you on his phone, “I have a guy there, on standby to shoot her brains out. Now you can prevent that” He walked closer to Jin, grinning widely.
“What do you want? I can fucking kill you dumbass”
The man shrugged, “You could. But then he will still kill Y/n. The only way he backs down is if he hears from me” The man brings up his own gun, aiming it right back at Jin, “That you’re gonna throw the fight”
“So you are a gangster.” He rolled his eyes.
“Poor Y/n. All alone at the hospital with no one to save her”
“Hospital? Why?”
“Oh didn’t you hear? Park Jimin got in a little accident” The man flashed a evil smile. Jin shuddered.
“Ok, ok. I’ll lose, just don’t fucking touch her. I want a guarantee” Jin raised his arms, lowering his gun to the ground.
“Lose the fight first. Then we’ll deliver her right to you, officer” He turned around to leave, and Jin tried to memorize every detail he could of the man—he had to be connected to Jimin somehow. He noticed the tattoo on his back, and his eyes widened.
The tattoo was of your name.
ᐊ——[ previous ] series navi | masterlist | [ next ]——ᐅ
a/n: again thank you for being patient <3 since butter (and bbmas, and like a bunch of other shit) is coming next week, part 4 will be postponed until after. lets give the boys our all and enjoy everything coming--stream butter, go vote for our boys on twitter, do ya thing you beautiful humans. have a great day as always and thank you for reading! PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK i love hearing your guys’ thoughts :) part 4 smut pairs are up too. JIN PPL JUST TRUST ME OK HES REALLY IMPORTANT YOU WILL SEE
taglist: @imluckybitches @gee-nee @missseoulite @hcneybees @kooookie @queenmasterxx @crustycaitlin @virgo-and-libra @un2-verse @winter-melontea @equivocacies @infernal-alpaca @shrimpmsg @meowmeowyoongles @rjsmochii @liltangerined @littlrmills14-blog @issysor @arandomblackgirl @adoringinsanity @giadalin @jeontier @kaithezaftig @jinssexytoe @nonnis97@minyoongiboongi @happygirl62304
#taehyung smut#bts writers#btswriterscollective#bts smut#ot7 smut#jimin smut#taehyung x reader#namjoon smut#mafia!bts#yandere!bts#bts yandere#yandere jimin#yandere yoongi#bts fic recs#bts smut rec#jimin smut rec#taehyung smut rec#jimin imagine#taehyung imagine#btssmutclub#bangtan smut#bts x reader#bts mafia au#bts fanfic#bangtan smut central#bts yandere smut#btssmut#ot7 x reader#jimin x reader#bts scenarios
707 notes
·
View notes
Text
favorite smuts
BTS
JEON JUNGKOOK
KIM TAEHYUNG
PARK JIMIN
KIM NAMJOON
JUNG HOSEOK
MIN YOONGI
KIM SEOKJIN
#masterlist#btssmut#jinsmut#yoongi smut#jin smut#hoseok smut#namjoon smut#jimin smut#taehyung smut#jungkook smut#bts#imagine#kpop smut#kpopimagine#bts x reader#btssmutclub#bts fanfifc
610 notes
·
View notes
Text
lonely hearts club (m)
➾ 11k
➾ summary: jeon jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. you know this deep in your bones. wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. until you start to wonder... is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?
tdlr: enemies to lovers
➾ warnings: hate sex, public sex (in a photobooth lmao), impregnation role play, oral (f receiving), jk has intensely annoying energy, it gets unbearably cheesy towards the end
➾ a/n: wow, addie is back???? finally??? gosh, even I can’t believe it. please enjoy, and thank you for waiting :)
The first few times, it was lovely. Watching your friends find their partners and get married in holy matrimony, their faces filled with bliss as they walk down the aisle together towards their happily ever after. You tell yourself that you are truly happy for them, and you are. But you can’t deny that deep seated feeling of envy buried within you, and the sense of dread every time you receive a new wedding invitation.
Why’d all of your friends have to be so good at getting their shit together?
Which then begs the question, what are you actually doing here?
Other than celebrating your friend’s wedding, obviously. You crane your neck to look around the large, luxurious ballroom for any sign of Kim Seokjin and his husband, and you think you spot them at one of the tables up front.
You scan the attendees at your table surreptitiously. It goes without saying that anyone can see that this is the singles’ table, it’s obvious enough by the way no one talks to each other and how the host has made the painstaking arrangement to alternate the genders. You have no idea where this tradition of a singles’ table came from, and why you’re relegated to it at every single wedding you attend.
You sniff in indignation as you take a sip at the flat soda in your glass. For all they know, you could have a secret celebrity boyfriend hidden away somewhere. The both of you have decided to keep your relationship under wraps so as not to risk the wrath of the public, so that’s why you can’t bring him to events like this. There. Let that be your saving grace.
It’s embarrassing to be at the singles’ table at a wedding, even more embarrassing when you realise that the faces at the table come and go, all except for yours. In fact, you spot a few familiar faces integrated into other tables, drinking and laughing happily with their significant others by their sides, while you remain a permanent resident of the singles’ table.
This is your fifth wedding in as many months; and at this rate it seems like you’ll never graduate from the singles’ table.
A sudden movement interrupts your moment of drowning in self-pity, and you glance to the side only to realise that the empty seat beside you has been filled. All night long the empty seat had been mocking you, reminding you of what could have been a lovely night in with a few bottles of soju and some chicken, but now it presents you with a new contender to the singles’ table.
And God damn, you can feel the women at the table perk up at his presence, some of them shooting you envious looks because you happen to be seated next to him. The girl on his other side seems to be swooning already, but you staunchly refuse to react. Refuse to even look at his side profile.
Two singles matching up at the singles’ table is practically every host’s wet dream. So much so that you refuse to let it happen. No matter how good looking he is, you won’t let yourself stoop so low.
Are you bitter? Yes.
But are you willing to admit it? Most definitely not.
“No way- Jeon Jeongguk?” The gentleman on your other side stands with his arms spread in what can only be the bro code. “What are you doing here? God damn- I never thought the day would come when I meet Jeon Jeongguk at the singles’ table!”
Wait, why does that name sound so familiar? You can hear the smirk in the newcomer’s voice as he stands as well, and the two men embrace each other in a manner that involves a lot of back slapping and chest bumping.
It’s only then that you unwillingly catch a glance of his face, and immediately an unwanted thought occupies the front of your mind persistently. He is most definitely, without a doubt, the most eligible single man at your table right now.
Jeon Jeongguk looks like the kind of man who is aware that eyes are on him at any given moment and milks every single second of it to show off. His broad shoulders are the first thing that catch your attention, he fills out the jacket of his dark blue suit just right, and yet the tapering of his torso into an impossibly slim waist has you questioning if he’s even real. You stop yourself from going any lower.
His face is a whole other matter, a cocky smirk pasted onto his face, charming doe eyes that lock right onto yours as he sits back down.
“Well, for my first foray into the singles’ club, I can’t say I’m disappointed,” he lowers his voice so that only you can hear it.
Scandalized at how he’s already prepositioning you within minutes of meeting, you make the mistake of turning to face him, witnessing how he adjusts his suit jacket as he makes himself comfortable in his seat, spreading his muscled thighs under the banquet table.
“For someone who’s sole hobby is the gym, I’m surprised your vocabulary range is better than a five-year old’s,” you shoot back at him, immediately annoyed by his very existence itself.
“So you admit you think my body is nice?” He raises an eyebrow and leans into your personal space, causing you to cross your legs and angle your body away from him in response. “You aren’t wrong there, but I could give you a much better idea of what’s under these clothes.”
Your hand tightens around your glass, getting ready to swing your entire body and drench his stupid good looking face with flat, lukewarm soda, but a loud burst of laughter ruins what could have been a perfect moment of humiliation.
“Ah, _______! Jeongguk! I see you two have met!” Kim Seokjin, approaches with Kim Namjoon on his arm, and the two of them look like they are glowing with happiness. “It’s about time, I can’t believe you guys are finally here!”
Finally? What is he on about?
You stand and Seokjin gives you a warm hug, a kiss on the cheek and you immediately feel slightly better, and more than slightly guilty at almost having caused a scene at one of your closest friend’s wedding. Namjoon greets you with a bright smile as well, holding out his arms and embracing you tightly.
Having always been the more sensitive of the couple, Namjoon holds you at arm’s length for a moment. “You alright there?” Namjoon’s gaze wanders over to the table behind you, and it’s like an epiphany strikes him. “God, I’m sorry! I wanted to put you at the table with my parents, seeing as you’re already like a daughter to them, but Jin wanted you to have another chance at…”
“Love,” you grimace as you complete his sentence for him. “I’m used to it by now.”
Namjoon looks like he’s about to say something else, but then Seokjin gets your attention, his arm slung around Jeon Jeongguk’s neck.
“______, as I was saying, I can’t believe you guys only met now. Jeon Jeongguk, meet _____. The sole reason why I managed to graduate from university on time. And ______, meet Jeon Jeongguk, the reason why I almost couldn’t graduate on time.”
Jeongguk snickers and elbows his hyung in the ribs, and you stare in shock at their camaraderie. Seokjin takes in your frozen expression and gestures wildly to get his point across.
“Hello? Remember Jeon Jeongguk?” Seokjin waves his hand in front of your face. “He basically lived in our dorm for a year without even attending our school because he wanted to see what university was like. You always complained about him leaving his cereal bowls in the sink!”
No fucking way. That snot faced brat became… this?
“How you doing, _____?” Jeongguk has the audacity to wink at you. “I see you’ve grown up a little.”
You eye him up and down in shock. From what you remember, Jeon Jeongguk was a scrawny little kid who shadowed Seokjin everywhere, to classes and even to the washroom. He was just a wide-eyed high schooler who worshipped both Seokjin and Namjoon back then, and cowered at your very presence.
“I see you haven’t,” you reply coolly, inwardly praising yourself for thinking of a comeback that quickly. You will not let this stupid brat intimidate you with his looks. Just because he grew up a little and got some muscles doesn’t mean he isn’t the same person who begged to carry your books to class for you.
You remember how he basically lived as a parasite in your dorm that year, irritating the hell out of you with his messy living habits, puppy dog eyes and basically taking turns to follow you everywhere you go. Now the memories are coming back, and so are the teasing laughter from your friends who thought he was your cute little younger brother and doted on him every chance they got, not aware that he’s actually the devil incarnate.
“You guys are getting along right?” Seokjin grins from ear to ear, likely already more than tipsy. “My two bestest friends, and my husband, all in the same place. This calls for a toast!”
“We’re getting along amazingly, aren’t we, ______?” Jeongguk says with a sickening grin as he passes you a champagne flute. “In fact, she was just complimenting me on my workout routine, and I was about to tell her that I’d be more than glad to incorporate her into my home workout too-“
“Toast to the happy couple!” You immediately cut him off, feeling your cheeks burn at his insinuation, raising your glass and avoiding Jeongguk’s gaze. “Congratulations Mr Kims!”
The happy couple moves off, and in your wealth of experience, you know that the night is coming to an end, and so is the event that you dread. You start to gather your things just as everyone starts to rise from their seats to gather in the middle of the ballroom, where a space has been cleared out. Instead of making your way with the crowd, however, you go the opposite direction, ready to make the practiced and unnoticed slip away out into the night.
But this time, a hand on your wrist stops you. It’s Jeon Jeongguk, a slight frown on his handsome features.
“Hey, where are you going? They’re about to do the bouquet toss.”
You pry your arm out of his grasp. “I know.”
And without a single glance back, you slip out of the back entrance of the ballroom, unnoticed by all except one.
*
The next time you see Jeon Jeongguk, it’s at Kim Taehyung’s wedding.
It’s a lovely wedding, a little abstract for your tastes, but totally Taehyung’s style. Expensive paintings worth more than your entire lifetime’s earnings adorn the ballroom, the menu is Italian cuisine, and the wine is exquisite. Him and his blushing bride are gorgeous, the night is perfect, were it not for one tiny little…
“Nice dress, bet it’d look nicer on the floor of my bedroom, though,” Jeongguk eyes your navy blue halter dress that shows off your shoulders.
The two of you are once again reunited at the singles’ table, and the fact that he’s seated right next to you has you in a foul mood.
“Why don’t you just slither off back to whichever hole you came from?” You hiss at him, finishing your third glass of wine for the night. “I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing you again.”
“And leave you all sad and alone at this miserable singles’ table?” Jeongguk grins. “I don’t think so. In fact, I can’t imagine how you managed to survive all these weddings without me. Why do you even hate me that much?”
What a question indeed. There are a million and one reasons as to why you hate Jeon Jeongguk, number one being his cocky personality, number two being his unfair glow up, while you’re still stuck looking pretty much the same as you did back in the first year of uni, if not more tired and world-weary.
“Oh, I managed alright,” you say through gritted teeth. “Not that I’m curious or anything, and I’d hate to give off the impression that I care even one iota about your existence-“
“Don’t worry, you can ask anything about me and I’d be more than happy to indulge,” Jeongguk says with a maddening smile.
“… why don’t you just get a girlfriend and graduate from this sad little island of singles? It’s not like you don’t have a ton of girls falling at your feet everywhere you go,” you roll your eyes as you witness the girl on the other side of him leaning over so far to show off her cleavage that she nearly falls off her seat. “It should be so easy for you.”
“Why would I do that when it’s more fun to stay here and annoy you instead?” He grins, topping up your wine glass, and that’s the only reason why you hesitate from smacking him on the head. His arm lingers on the back of your chair in a manner far too intimate for your liking, but if you were to smack him it would mean you have to touch him, and that’s a definite no-no.
Today he’s wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, showing a hint of his toned chest. His jacket features a dark grey floral print that matches nicely with the abstract, artsy theme of the whole wedding.
You’re saved from having to reply when it’s time for the couple to cut the cake. In true Taehyung fashion, he smears a dab of wedding cake on his bride’s cheek, causing her to gasp in shock and everyone around them to coo in adoration. Photographers are snapping away, capturing the perfect moment.
“I’d want to get married on my birthday too,” Jeongguk remarks off handedly beside you as the applause dies down. “You know it’s Taehyung’s birthday today, right?”
“Of course I do, what kind of friend would I be?” You roll your eyes at him. “And in response to your other statement: I don’t care.”
But Jeongguk continues as if you haven’t said a word. “I bet they’ll be spending lots of time in their birthday suits tonight.”
“Ew!” You can’t help but react as you turn and smack his arm. Just the thought of imagining Taehyung, your best friend since childhood, naked and doing… those things…
Jeongguk grins salaciously. “First contact: success.”
Still trying to stave off all the unwelcome images of Taehyung, you frown at him in confusion. “What?”
“It’s a rule I personally go by. No matter how interested I am in a girl, I always keep my physical boundaries until she breaks the touch barrier by initiating physical contact with me first.”
Hmm, who’d have thought the bastard would have a sense of morals?
“Well, you’re completely wrong because I’m not interested in you at all,” you turn your head away from him. “And if you think that one touch from a girl entitles you to do all kinds of lewd things, then you’re sorely mistaken on what it means to be a gentleman.”
“Who said anything about lewd?” He leans in, and you smell the sweetness of the tiramisu on his breath that is oh so tantalizing. “I think you’re the one who brought it up first.”
Snagged, you reach for your wine glass to take another chug, hoping that it might explain away the redness on your cheeks.
“You know, most people become more relaxed the more they drink, however with you I think it’s the opposite.” Jeongguk comments, swirling his wine in his glass casually as he studies your side profile.
You can’t help but get a little flustered at his attention. You can see the envious gazes of the other women at the singles’ table, and once again you are reminded of how very eligible Jeon Jeongguk is, especially amongst the rest of the males at the table.
“What would a guy like me have to do for company for his lonely heart?” Jeongguk turns his sparkling doe eyes on you, and at the same time, the lights in the ballroom dim as Taehyung directs everyone’s attention towards the ceiling.
While everyone looks up at the now bedazzled ballroom ceiling, amazed by the projection of multicoloured galaxies and shooting stars, you find yourself unable to look away from Jeon Jeongguk.
Then, while the lights are still off and everyone’s attention elsewhere, he leans in closer until you can feel his breath on your cheek. When you don’t make a move to push him away, Jeon Jeongguk places a hand on your chin and coaxes you those last few inches towards his lips, and you find that you don’t exactly hate the feeling of kissing this obnoxious brat.
His lips are soft, and the kiss is more demure than you’d expected it to be, judging from his fondness for dirty jokes and double entendres. You taste a slight bitterness from the coffee powder in the tiramisu on his tongue. He takes it slow, exploring every inch of your mouth with his, and it’s obvious that he enjoys kissing.
Jeongguk draws away just before the lights come back on. Suddenly feeling very exposed, you jerk away from him in a panic, just as the emcee calls everyone together for the bouquet toss and hightail your way out of the ballroom.
*
“Why do you always leave before the bouquet toss?”
“God, you have such annoying little brother energy,” you sigh, taking your eyes off Jung Hoseok’s grinning face as he dances and sings on stage, with his bride standing off to the side.
“Do you still think of me like that?” Jeon Jeongguk looks a little taken aback at this statement, though he recovers quickly. “My sources tell me that we aren’t far apart enough in age for you to be calling me that.”
“I don’t know who your sources are, but they’re wrong,” you shoot back at him. “Wait, are you stalking me now?”
“I hardly think asking around constitutes stalking,” Jeongguk says defensively. “And is that all you think of me? An annoying little brother?”
“What else could you be to me?” You cover a yawn with one hand as one of Jung Hoseok’s relatives comes on stage to make a speech.
“I highly doubt you kiss your younger brother like that,” Jeongguk smirks, one hand brushing your hair off your shoulder to expose your collarbone. “Unless…”
“I don’t,” you hiss at him, half annoyed at him, and half at yourself for letting him wind you up like this again. “You’re like… an annoying little punk who thinks he’s a man.”
To avoid any further conversation with him, you get up and head for one of the photobooths hired for the occasion, fully intending on getting a photo to prove that you’d been here, say your congratulations to the happy couple, and get out of here as soon as possible.
Jung Hoseok has chosen an outdoor wedding, and the venue is nothing short of spectacular. It’s a starry night, Shakespearean theme, and the décor is absolutely gorgeous. Having attended ballroom weddings for the past few months, this is most certainly a breath of fresh air, but you’re a little worried about how you’re going to get out of here, seeing as it’s quite literally a field in the middle of nowhere.
You’d better leave after this photo and try and call an Uber outside.
However, much to your consternation, Jeon Jeongguk follows you into an empty photobooth, planting himself right next to you on the tiny little loveseat, with his solid thigh against yours. He draws the curtains shut, and since the photobooth is automatically set to go off on a timer, it means that the two of you are currently very much alone in a confined space.
Inwardly you curse Jung Hoseok for having even the photobooths built for two.
“What are you doing? Get your own photobooth!” You growl at him.
“Not until you tell me why you’re running away from me,” he persists, crowding you on the small seat so that you’re nearly on top of him.
From this close up, you feel your resolve weakening, he might be a jerk but he’s a damn good looking one.
“I can feel you want me.” Jeongguk says with his lips pressed against your ear. “Don’t fucking deny it.”
Oh fuck it. It might be the folly of those earlier shots at the bar that makes you grab his collar and pull him into you, your lips crashing together in a clash of tongue and teeth. Unlike last time, the kiss is anything but gentle, and your touches are anything but demure as the two of you grope each other like animals in the small confined space.
“I fucking hate your cocky little mouth,” you hiss at him, biting down hard on his lower lip and eliciting a delicious little whine from the back of his throat.
Jeongguk responds by grabbing your waist and pushing you onto the seat, just as he swivels to end up on his knees. He’s tall enough so that he’s able to kiss down your neck, sucking and leaving behind bruises on the way.
“mhm… show you what this cocky little mouth can do,” his muffled voice sounds more like a threat, growing bigger by the minute as he kisses his way down your throat, to your collarbone as he pulls down the sweetheart neckline of your dress to mark the top of your breasts with his lips and teeth.
There is a moment of hesitation as his fingers pause at the top of your glittery black dress, just shy of exposing your bra. You answer his unasked question for him by pushing it down yourself. Once your breasts are exposed to his reverent gaze, he doesn’t waste any time in cupping them with his large hands, rolling your nipples expertly with both hands, pinching it every so often to make you wince.
“I hate your stupid, gorgeous hands,” you gasp at a particularly hard pinch. “And I hate your fingers.”
It’s those very fingers that are currently travelling up your bare thighs, your dress having ridden up from sitting down. You can feel the cool metal of his rings on your heated skin. Jeongguk doesn’t respond to your declarations of hate for him, instead he’s far too interested in exploring what lies between your thighs, in finding out whether the noises you make are the same as what he’s been imagining all these nights with just his hand for company.
You hate how he leaves you feeling, desperate for his touch and just to feel him everywhere. Hate how exposed he makes you feel, dress and bra pushed down inside a photobooth in the middle of a wedding.
“Could someone with little brother energy make you feel like this?”
With a surge of strength you hadn’t expected, Jeon Jeongguk pulls you to the edge of your seat so that your thighs are draped on his shoulders, legs spread to his liking. He has a front row view of how your panties are already soaked. Pushing the saturated material to the side, his tongue explores your folds eagerly, lapping up every drop of you and teasing the hell out of your clit.
It’s all you can do to keep silent, other than cursing him and his stupid mouth over and over again as he eats you out. His fingers dig bruises into your inner thighs as his lips start to suckle at the most sensitive part of your body, tongue flicking in and out. This for sure isn’t his first rodeo, for he adds his fingers into the mix deftly. You can feel yourself completely drenching his face, and a part of you would be embarrassed had you not already thrown your pride away when you first let Jeon Jeongguk kiss you with that filthy mouth.
“Oh my god,” your arms flail out in search of something to anchor yourself with and find purchase on his hair. Taking pleasure in messing up his perfectly styled hair, you urge him not to stop, both with desperate tugs on his silky black locks, and egging him on with every insult you can think of. “Don’t fucking stop, I swear to God…”
“Like my cocky mouth that much?” Jeongguk grins as he takes a breather, resorting to his slim fingers as he glides them in and out of your drenched cunt. “How about my fingers? Or my cock?”
“Shut up and make me cum,” you dig your nails into his scalp, making him wince a little. “Your fingers are probably the only part of you that doesn’t disappoint.”
His eyes darken just a smidge before he re-doubles his efforts, flattening his tongue against your clit and licking until you are near tears. With a final thrust of his fingers inside you, he sends you over the edge, relishing how you tighten deliciously around him as your body tenses in orgasm.
Jeon Jeongguk lazily thrusts his fingers in and out to help you ride out your high, pulling out to lick your essence from his fingers when you push him away.
“Well, doesn’t seem like you hated that,” he grins in a self-satisfied way that immediately irks you once more.
You close your legs and pull your dress to cover yourself, ignoring the fact that your thighs are still shaking from that orgasm. “I guess you aren’t that bad at going down on someone, which is a blessing considering that disappointment you’re packing in your pants.”
The dark gaze that you caught a glimpse of earlier comes back into view again, and just as your standing up, straightening your dress and gathering your wits about you, Jeon Jeongguk slides his arm around your waist, pulling you against his body in with a sudden movement.
“Does this feel disappointing to you?”
You can feel him pressed up against you, the considerable bulge right against the swell of your backside has your words caught in your throat, and you can’t bring yourself to refute his claim.
Jeongguk gives a low chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. “Didn’t think so. But don’t worry. I won’t fuck you here. Only good girls deserve my cock.”
He finally pulls away, and the space in between the two of you allows you to breathe and get your senses back once more. Throwing a disinterested glance over your shoulder, you bend over to collect the pictures that have dropped into the little slot on the machine, well aware of his eyes jumping from the curve of your ass just exposed to your chest still marked with the imprint of his lips.
You toss him one strip of the pictures, along with a parting shot.
“Who said I wanted to be your good girl?”
*
If you thought that weddings were bad, that was because you hadn’t experienced baby showers yet.
It hadn’t even been more than a month since you attended Kim Taehyung’s wedding, but the baby shower cum announcement invitation shows up in your mail anyway. You highly suspect that this wasn’t the result of their wedding night, but you all knew that Taehyung was the most eager out of all of you to start a family.
Right, back to why baby showers are even worse than weddings.
There isn’t even a hint of a singles’ table here at baby showers. Everyone here is happily married at least, some of them are pregnant, but either way they are more taken than your sad, single self.
“_____! So glad you could come!” Taehyung approaches you with what looks like a diaper stuck onto the front of his suit. “Ah, sorry about this, I was playing pin the diaper on the diarrhea…”
It’s all you can do to stop yourself from grimacing as you intercept his full-on bear hug with a side embrace instead. You can see Namjoon and Seokjin off to one side, laughing and proudly showing off scan pictures of their surrogate baby. Jung Hoseok and his wife are grinning happily just behind them, tanned and blissful having just returned from their honeymoon trip, and judging from the way that his wife has one hand protectively on her lower belly…
“Did you manage to get a drink yet?” Taehyung grins, an arm around his suddenly very pregnant wife. You have no idea how she managed to appear svelte and slim at her wedding just a few months ago.
“Ah, no, I was wondering if there was anything… stronger,” you grin weakly, holding up a glass of orange juice.
“No there isn’t,” Taehyung says with an embarrassed frown, reaching to scratch his neck. “I thought since this would be mostly couples who were kind of starting a family themselves…”
You force a smile onto your face at the confirmation that there isn’t a single drop of alcohol at this god forsaken baby shower. Surely the rules don’t apply to Namjoon and Seokjin??
“It’s fine,” you wave away Taehyung’s embarrassment. “Congratulations, by the way! Do we know if it’s a girl or boy yet?”
“Not yet,” Taehyung’s wife giggles, exchanging a look with her husband. “We want it to be a secret.”
You smile awkwardly as husband and wife exchange a loving kiss, but glance at your watch to see how much time has passed. Off handedly your thoughts suddenly stray to one Jeon Jeongguk, and you wonder if he’s here.
You have to say that having him present at one of these events really makes them a lot more tolerable, and you are feeling the effects of his absence, especially so without alcohol. It’s not that you like him, god forbid, but it’s just… he’s become somewhat like your partner in crime at events like this. He may be annoying, but his stupid jokes and handsome face helps pass the time quicker.
You suddenly find yourself wishing Jeon Jeongguk were here.
“Miss me?”
And the devil speaks. You whirl around to find Jeon Jeongguk dressed down in a pair of ripped black jeans and a white shirt with a casual blazer thrown over, hair grown out a lot longer than the last time you saw him. It frames his face in slight waves, giving him a far more carefree look than the last time you saw him, sharply dressed in a suit with his hair pushed back off his face. He looks even more annoying with his long, unkempt hair like this, and you have a great urge to just tangle your fingers in it and pull till he cries.
“No,” you say just to spite him. By now, Taehyung and his wife have wandered off to another group, so you feel safe enough to say your next words. “This party was a bore. Just looking for a semblance of intelligent life.”
“And alas, I come when called,” Jeongguk smirks at his double entendre, placing a hand on the small of your back to lead you to a small corner of the garden party. His touch sends shivers down your spine, brings your mind back to the last thing you did with him.
“I’m afraid I’m still looking,” you retort without any real heat in your voice. Bickering with him has become normal now, it’s comfortable with him like this.
Jeongguk feigns being stabbed in the heart, then takes a swig of his drink. Judging from his reaction, that is most certainly not plain soda, and you grab his hand, bringing his glass to your lips for a taste.
Definitely not soda.
“Where’d you get this from?” You hiss, feeling like a druggie on withdrawal.
Jeongguk shrugs. “Brought my own. Y’know, since this is supposed to be a baby shower and all, I cam prepared. You’d obviously come expecting virgin drinks.” He takes out a cleverly concealed flask from his blazer.
You help yourself by uncapping it and tipping it into your half full drink, sighing when you take a sip and the alcohol burns on the way down. Jeongguk watches you with an amused smirk, thinking how there isn’t any other girl who gets him just like you do.
“What?” You catch him staring at you, finishing your drink with one more gulp.
“I was thinking…” Jeongguk starts with a slow drawl.
“Oh wow, that’s a first for you-“
“… why haven’t you jumped me yet? You and I both know I’m the most eligible man at the singles’ table. Being here only strengthens my argument, I’m the most eligible single man here.” Jeongguk is enjoying riling you up, likes watching you spit insults at him and exchange banter like there’s no tomorrow. Just for good measure, he throws in a last jab. “Judging by your age too, I don’t think you have much time if you want to pop out at least three of my children.”
For a moment your eyes narrow in your annoyance. “I have plenty of time left, thank you very much. I’m still on the right side of 25-“
“-not for much longer,” Jeongguk helpfully throws in, gleefully delighting in the way you glare daggers at him.
“- and who said I want three of your children?” You cross your arms, stopping just short of stamping your foot. “Maybe I’ll go and be Namjoon and Seokjin’s surrogate!”
“Be my guest, I’d very much like to see how you look when you’re swollen and pregnant,” Jeongguk lowers his voice as he crowds your body with his, and you realise how much taller and broader he is. “Preferably if the baby is mine too.”
“W-why’d I want a baby who’ll grow up to be as insufferable as you?” You know your comeback is weak, but you find your mental faculties really at a limit especially when he’s this close. “He’d have the mentality of a five-year-old for his entire life.”
Jeongguk gently takes your empty glass from your hand and sets it down on a nearby server’s tray. Taking your hand, he leads you into Taehyung’s house, where much of it is empty as compared to the garden party outside.
“He’ll at least be as handsome as me,” Jeongguk offers with a hopeful grin, closing the door behind him to ensure no one accidentally wanders in. “So, do I still have that annoying little brother energy after what happened last time?”
At this point you’ve gone too far with him to straight up deny it. “Fine,” you admit. “You might be half decent at oral. But my theory that you have small dick energy still stands. You’re just a little brat who thinks with his dick and is used to girls dropping their panties for him-“
“I seem to recall you spreading your legs for me just as easily,” he hums as he traces a finger down your covered thighs, slightly displeased at your choice to wear a longer dress today.
“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you,” Jeongguk tsks under his breath, his tattooed fingers coming to rest on the front buttons of your modest midi dress. “Pretending to be all demure and modest like a good girl when in actual fact you’re a slut who lets random men eat her out in photobooths.”
“You’re not just any random-“ the words slip from your mouth before you realise it, and Jeongguk looks up sharply at you.
“What was that, babygirl?”
You cover up your own slip by bursting into slightly exaggerated laughter at his pet name of choice. “Babygirl? Oh my god. You’re the kind of guy who likes to be called ‘daddy’ in bed, aren’t you?”
Feeling slightly attacked, Jeon Jeongguk’s sky high confidence dips a little, and you spot the tell-tale signs of his eyes widening in shock, giving you a glimpse of his younger, more vulnerable side.
“Wh-what’s wrong with ‘daddy’? It’s a classic.”
“Only for those who actually fit the bill,” you say, placing your hand on his cheek and trying your best to ignore the sharpness of his jawline. “For your information, I only use ‘daddy’ when it comes to real men. Not stupid young punks like you.”
His eyes flicker with anger, jaw clenching even tighter so that a muscle jumps in his cheek, and the sight of it sets off a thrill in your lower belly, your heart racing in your chest, and it makes you feel even bolder.
He attempts to take back control of the situation by grabbing your waist with both hands, pushing you up against the wall and supporting your entire weight as if it’s nothing. Jeon Jeongguk obviously likes to show off his strength, and while you are indeed impressed, it’s not like you’ll ever show it, not unless you want to stroke his already inflated ego.
You loop your arms around his neck to keep your balance, feeling his hands on your ass and thighs and his bulge right against your centre. Taking advantage of your proximity, you lean in to suck right under his ear, leaving behind a red mark.
“’Daddy’ is only for men with big dick energy,” you whisper, breath hot against his neck. You draw back to take in his reaction, and he does that thing with his tongue against his cheek that tells you he’s really pissed off.
“Shut up,” he growls, one hand on the front of your dress as he tears the buttons open, exposing your bra in one movement. “I’ll fucking show you what ‘Daddy’ is.”
Another rip and your bra falls open, exposing your breasts to him as he harshly bites and marks you, enough to replace the fading marks from last time. While doing this he also grinds into you, letting you feel how hard he is through his jeans.
“I’m gonna fuck you right up against this wall, with all our friends just outside,” Jeongguk breathes into your neck, taking one hand off your ass to push your dress up. “Gonna rip your panties off so you’ll have to go home with no underwear like the whore you are.”
“Do it, if it makes you feel more like a man,” you urge him on, and that bastard really does rip your underwear, tucking it into his pocket for later like the pervert he is.
He ignores your jibes at him to push your body weight against the wall with his own, one hand supporting you as he slides two fingers against your core to find out how wet you are. They come away soaking, and it boosts his confidence further as he licks his fingers.
“Could anyone but a man make you this wet? Even without touching you?” He smirks, using one of his thighs of steel to support you better as he starts to stroke your clit with his thumb, plunging his fingers into your tight cunt to stretch you out.
“Still so fucking tight for me, creaming all over my fingers like a dirty girl,” his words are getting filthier and filthier the more you egg him on, and you are indeed coming all over his fingers embarrassingly quick. You bite into his shoulder to conceal your moans, and he hisses a few curses under his breath.
“You’ll be calling me Daddy by the time I’m through with you,” Jeongguk casts you a dark look as he struggles with the zipper on his jeans with one hand.
You throw your head back with a laugh. “Go ahead, baby boy.”
The nickname only infuriates him more, and he spanks your clit once, making you dig your fingernails into his arms. Already overstimulated from the first orgasm, Jeongguk doesn’t let up as he continues to rub your clit until you weaken in his arms, only then does he feel like he’s got the upper hand once more.
You have to say that you’re impressed with his strength so far and you help him out by unbuckling his belt, tossing it to the side and lowering the zipper on his jeans. He pushes it, along with his underwear, down to his knees, and while he’s doing that you take the opportunity to push his shirt up, exposing his rock hard abs that make you want to grind against them.
“Like what you see?” Jeongguk is smirking, he knows all his hours at the gym pays off well.
“I’ve seen better,” you say with a sniff, but you’re lying and the both of you know that from the way you can’t keep your hands off his chest and abs.
Jeongguk pushes his underwear off, and his cock slaps against his belly, the head an angry red and fully erect. At the first sight of it, you’re tongue tied. While some men are blessed in girth and some in length but not both, he seems to have the best of both worlds, and his entire length spans almost three quarters of your forearm.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” He presses a suckling kiss against your collarbone, pushing his sticky cock against your inner thighs.
He’s left with a satisfied smirk when you really do have nothing to say, instead reaching down to stroke him. The feeling of your small hand on his cock makes him swear under his breath, sweat dripping off his forehead as he thrusts forward into your grasp involuntarily.
“Have protection?” You remember at the last minute, placing a hand on his abdomen to stop him from thrusting into you bare.
“I got a vasectomy,” Jeongguk answers, and you nearly choke on your saliva.
“Wha- whe- I-“
“I knew it! You want to have my babies,” Jeongguk snickers at your reaction, but not for long when you grip him tighter and he groans. “I’m kidding. Don’t worry, I’m as fertile as a bull in the china shop.”
“That’s not how the saying goes- you know what, just shut up and tell me if you have any condoms. You’re a lot more attractive when you aren’t talking.”
“In my blazer pocket,” he answers, and you reach for it, finding a foil packet and tearing it open, rolling it over his cock.
You note how the packet says extra-large, and in your mind, you can already imagine his cocky little self walking up to the pharmacy and fucking asking for the extra larges even though there is stock on the shelf.
Jeon Jeongguk is just that kind of cocky little bastard.
“Big dicks aren’t everything, Jeon,” you say at last, guiding him towards your centre. “Not if you cum after the first three strokes.”
“I’ll fucking show you what stamina is,” Jeongguk growls as he surges forward into that delicious, warm heat, your pussy tightening around him despite having been stretched out earlier. You cry out against his shoulder as he fucks into you, having mercy enough to give you shallow thrusts at first before building up to sheath his whole length into you.
“Haven’t cum yet? I’m surprised,” you mock him, tightening your core around him and feeling his steady rhythm falter.
“Fuck you,” he grits his teeth, using the power in his thighs to fuck up into you.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, but you’re gonna cum too soon aren’t you,” you coo at him, petting his cheek and babying him, all of which you know by now he absolutely hates. “Cute little Jungkookie’s all grown up.”
“Don’t fucking call me cute when I’m pounding my cock inside you,” Jeongguk leans forward to bite your lower lip in a harsh, punishing kiss, effectively shutting you up as he pistons his cock in and out at an unforgiveable pace.
Since you came once already, you thought your second orgasm would be way far off, but you’re proven wrong especially when Jeongguk buries his cock deep, limiting his thrusts so that he’s just grinding his cock against you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit just right. He then shifts so that his arms slide under both your thighs, opening you up even more for him as he fucks you against the wall with his incredible strength, and you feel yourself tightening around him again.
When he smirks against your neck you realized you must have called out his name when you came. But in this position you can’t do much other than wrap your arms around his neck as he gives you the pounding of your life.
“Ready to call me daddy yet?” Jeongguk pants against your neck, leaving his cock buried so deep that he can feel your cervix.
“No fucking way,” you refuse to relent.
“Then how ‘bout you make me a daddy instead?” He proposes, pulling out suddenly to the tip and slamming back in, making you whine his name again. “That’s right baby girl, I saw all your envious looks at all the couples out there.”
“Wha-? I…”
“Don’t fucking deny it. You’d look so much better swollen and pregnant than all of those women out there. You know you want to, especially when I started teasing you about getting too old. You want a baby, you want mybaby fucked into you.”
You don’t know what kind of roleplay this is, but all you know is that you get even wetter around his cock, and all you want is for him to fuck you against this wall until you forget your own name and you can’t walk tomorrow.
“Fuck… keep going. Tell- tell me more,” you pant against his neck for more as Jeongguk starts fucking his cock into your pussy once more, every thrust ending so deep that it taps your womb.
“Gonna fuck a baby into you at our friend’s baby shower,” Jeongguk grips your thighs hard. “You want that? Hm? Then next it will be our turn to have a baby shower. Though I think we’ll have it before our wedding, where everyone will see you round and swollen with my baby.”
“Wh-who fucking said I wanted to marry you-?” You can barely get your words out of your mouth as you dig your fingernails into his shoulders. There’s something about how primal his thrusts feel when he talks about fucking a baby into you, and you want more.
“I can give you a baby right now and then you’ll have one more reason to marry a cocky little bastard like me,” Jeongguk smirks against your neck as he lets one of your legs drop to rub your clit, and you squeeze around him again, crying out into his neck.
Your thighs are quivering, cunt clenching around his still pounding cock as Jeongguk grunts. You feel his cock twitching, and even though all of this is make believe- the condom wrapper on the floor reassuring you… you wouldn’t exactly hate it if it were all real. Being with Jeon Jeongguk… doesn’t sound that bad after all.
Feeling him close to his orgasm, you wrap your arms around him tighter, legs around his waist as you feel his desperation soar.
“Give it to me. Your baby, I want it,” you whisper against his cheek, not knowing how much of it is just for the heat of the moment, and how much of it isn’t. All you know is you love his reaction to your words, the way his thrusts stutter in rhythm and he lets out a deep groan.
He moans your name in the most beautiful way as he spills his load, continuing to thrust to ride out his orgasm, his hips pinning you against the wall as his hands encircle your waist.
The both of you remain like that for a moment, his harsh breaths against your neck as you find yourself stroking his back and leaning your cheek against his broad shoulders. Gingerly, Jeongguk puts you down so that your feet are once more touching firm ground, and he slips out of you in the process.
It’s slightly awkward now that everything is over, and Jeongguk turns away, pulling the used condom off his softening cock. While his back is turned, you start to straighten your clothing, realizing that the bastard has really ripped all your underwear and even your dress too.
Cursing him loudly enough so that he hears it too, you stuff your now useless bra into your bag, trying the best you can to button your light blue lace midi dress back together again and failing miserably. You cross your arms as you glare at his broad back, until Jeongguk feels the weight of your glare and turns around.
He disposes of the used condom in the trash, and has the gall to check you out, particularly lingering on your half exposed chest.
“Quite a number you did on my arms… this’ll last for a while definitely-“
“You fucking ripped my dress! How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?”
Jeongguk can’t keep that stupid smile off his face as he shrugs out of his blazer, coming towards you and draping it across your shoulders so that it covers you adequately. Despite being pissed off at him, you can’t help but notice how much bigger he is- his shoulders stretch as he assures his blazer is securely on you and the concentration furrows his brow as he buttons it up.
“There. Like that. I think you look much better, to be honest.” He takes a step back, smirking in satisfaction before he turns you around with one arm around your shoulders. “Look. I am a gentleman. I’ll even walk you out so that we can call a cab together.”
“Are you crazy?” You shrug his arm off violently. “We can’t go out like this together! Everyone will know we just fucked!”
“Well, we just did…” Jeongguk has a stupid grin on his face as he states the obvious, and it makes you want to smack him.
“You stay in here for five minutes then come out. Look like you just came in here to piss or something,” you shove his chest in an attempt to get him to stay, trying to ignore how firm his pecs feel under your touch, and how he barely even moves.
Jeongguk has an amused smile on his face as he watches you arrange your hair, check your makeup for any smudges before gingerly stepping outside, all while oblivious to that fact that you wearing his blazer is the biggest telltale of all.
Truly, he’s never met a girl like you.
*
Jeon Jeongguk’s goal is to get you to stay for the bouquet toss just this one time.
More specifically, he wants to find out why you always leave before it happens. Personally, it’s his favourite part, aside from the free flow booze and food and cake. He particularly likes seeing the women’s faces when they spot him, and then see how desperate they are to catch the bouquet later on especially when he’s in the crowd.
But today he’s more interested in seeing one particular person’s face when the bouquet goes sailing through the air.
Jeongguk rubs his hands together in glee with a devious smile on his face, peeking around the corner to find his best friend Eun Woo and his bride at the center stage, taking pictures with guests.
“Bro! So glad you came!” Eun Woo greets him with a wide grin that reaches his eyes, spreading his arms wide to embrace Jeongguk.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Jeongguk grins back, slapping his friend on the back a few times before pulling away. “You remembered my request, right?”
Eun Woo clasps Jeongguk’s hand cordially. “Of course man. Just point her out to me and we’re good to go.”
Jeongguk steps back to let Eun Woo go back to his bride and entertaining his guests, all the while keeping a close eye on the door. You hadn’t showed up for the wedding ceremony nor the dinner that followed, and Jeongguk knows from sources that you’d been invited to this wedding too. He fidgets anxiously, wondering when, or if, you’ll show up.
After what seems like forever, you slip in quietly, alone as always, wearing that same light blue midi dress that he had the pleasure of ripping off your body.
You weave through the crowd in order to get to the front, wanting to get it over and done as quickly as possible. When you catch a glimpse of Cha Eun Woo dressed to the nines, smiling and laughing with his bride, you feel a small little pang in your chest, considering that you had a crush on him once.
In fact, that was the main reason why you decided to only show up at the end. When you received the invitation, it wasn’t like you were shocked or anything because you knew the two of them had been dating for a while, but the same old blues just crept up on you, and you don’t think you can bring yourself to sit through another wedding and watch another couple find their happy ending, when all you wanted was to find it yourself.
So here you are, forcing a smile on your face as Eun Woo springs to his feet once he sees you, engulfing you into a hug for old times’ sake.
“I almost thought you weren’t coming,” he says with a pout, and your heart almost melts.
Eun Woo just has this way of speaking that makes anyone feel incredibly important to him. It’s the way his voice softens to an intimate tone and his eyes focus on you entirely. He holds you at an arm’s length to really look at you.
“Long time no see,” you laugh, extricating yourself from his embrace, all too aware of his bride standing beside him looking a little out of place. “Congratulations, brat. I’m so happy for you.”
Eun Woo grins, a heart-achingly handsome smile directed just at you, and damn if it doesn’t make you feel special even when you’re here attending his fucking wedding. Your moment of regret is interrupted by a slight shove to your back that puts some distance between you and Eun Woo, and you turn your head in annoyance to see who it could possibly be.
Jeon Jeongguk sure knows how to ruin a moment, for he steps in between you and Eun Woo, bro hugging him generally making a lot of noise. Before you can quickly slip back into the crowd, however, Jeongguk grabs your arm, tucking it into the crook of his elbow.
“Did you meet ______ yet?” Jeongguk says, winding an arm around your shoulders tight to stop you from escaping. Slippery little minx you are.
Eun Woo hesitates for a second, and some kind of unspoken communication goes on between the two men, and you roll your eyes, wanting to just leave now that you’ve shown your face.
“______?” He says your name with such surprise in his voice, and his eyes widen, as if seeing you for the first time, taking in Jeongguk’s arm around you. Then he coughs awkwardly and tries to play it off smoothly. “Dude, we go way back since uni, my partner in crime when it comes to project work,” Eun Woo shoots you a fond little grin, and you feel your heart flip.
Jeongguk catches this little interaction and frowns. “Wait, you guys… know each other that well?”
“Yeah. We even-“ you cut yourself off, realizing that this isn’t the best time to bring it up.
“Oh, you can say it, Eun Woo told me and it’s all cool,” his bride grins, casually looping an arm around her husband. “I know you guys used to date for a while.”
You can feel Jeongguk’s grip tightening slightly around your shoulders. “Um… wow. Okay. That was… uh, unexpected.”
You shoot him a sharp glance, wondering why he’s being so weird and saying such weird things and trying to figure out if he’s trying to be funny and embarrass the both of you. But Jeon Jeongguk seems genuinely flustered, the tips of his ears growing red.
“Anyway, uh, congrats you two,” you clear your throat and give them a slightly subdued smile. “Wishing you guys happiness always.”
Eun Woo reaches out to grasp your hand, squeezing it tightly. “Thanks, ______. I really appreciate it. You guys, stay till the end of the event, ‘kay? We have something really special planned.”
The two of them are soon dragged away by another group of friends, leaving you and Jeon Jeongguk alone in the crowd of strangers.
“Okay, what was that?” Jeongguk demands, folding his arms across his chest.
You’re still staring somewhat wistfully as Eun Woo and his wife as they wrap their arms around each other. “What? It’s nothing.”
“Nothing? You were practically making love eyes towards him!” Jeongguk points out indignantly.
You roll your eyes and start to head for the refreshment table, figuring you should at least get something to eat and drink while here. “It’s all in the past. We used to date for a while, that’s it. Maybe there’s still some lingering feelings for him. Maybe I’m feeling a little bitter while attending my crush’s wedding. What’s it to you?”
Picking up a flute of champagne, you down it in one gulp, feeling much better once the alcohol hits your system.
Feeling the urge to outdo his best friend, Jeongguk steals a chocolate covered strawberry off your plate and pops it into his mouth, making sure his lips wrap around the strawberry. He sucks it for a moment, making eye contact with you to capture your attention before he bites it off, closing his eyes as the sweetness bursts on his tongue. Jeongguk has to make you forget about your long lost crush.
“Stop it!” You hiss at him, at the way he licks his chocolate covered fingers obscenely.
“What?” Jeongguk shoots back, eyes wide and innocent. “I’m not doing anything!”
It’s ironic, the way practically everyone here is dressed for a black tie event, and here Jeon Jeongguk is, bow tie and suit, licking chocolate off his fingers like a five year old. But strangely, rather than irritate you, it’s kind of… endearing.
You like how he’s not afraid to make a fool out of himself even at events where everyone seems to be doing their best to pretend they’re sophisticated adults. He makes boring, stuffy old events like this more fun, and you realise… you want him in your life.
“You’re an idiot,” you say without any real heat in your voice, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“I see you’re wearing the same dress,” Jeongguk comments with a glance down your body, and you fold your arms protectively.
“Yes, because washing machines are a thing,” you roll your eyes at him. “Sorry I don’t earn enough to debut with a spanking new dress every time one of our friends decide to get hitched.”
“God, you’re so defensive,” Jeongguk attempts to pry one of your arms loose. “I was just thinking that perhaps I didn’t do a good enough job of tearing off your body. How’d you even get it to be in one piece again?” Jeongguk watches the way red blooms across your cheeks. “So, am I still little brother energy?”
Judging from the way the cocky little bastard grins, he already knows the answer, but he just wants to hear you say it.
“No… but you’re far from daddy,” you add the last bit just to stop his ego from inflating so much that he can’t walk out the door later. Doing him a favour, really. You take your plate of cakes and pastries and find a seat somewhere in the ballroom, in a nice and secluded corner where no one will notice you stuffing your face.
Jeon Jeongguk follows you, grabbing more glasses of champagne along the way and handing them to you once you’re seated. “You said you had feelings for Eun Woo.”
“Yeah. Key word, had,” you clarify. “Past tense.”
“And me?” Jeongguk holds his breath in anticipation. “Do you… have feelings for me?”
You let the plate rest in your lap for a moment, considering how to best word your emotions. As much as you want to deny it and say he’s just an annoying little punk… it’s gone too far for you to do that. “I guess… yeah. I do. Don’t get me wrong though, you’re still annoying as fuck and you irritate the hell out of me sometimes, but I guess somewhere along the way… I stopped minding it so much and even started to miss it when you weren’t there to annoy me. It’s not just because we fucked or anything like that, but… having you beside me at all those weddings made me see how happy everyone around me was, only because… you kind of made me happy to begin with. Attending all those weddings by myself and seeing everyone get their happily ever after… I was kind of lonely, but now I’m not anymore.”
Embarrassed at your sudden show of emotions, you glance away, nearly spilling your glass in the process, but Jeongguk saves you by taking it away from you. An insatiable grin is on his face. “So… you’re saying I make you happy by annoying you?”
“And your dick is pretty nice too,” you grumble under your breath, in an attempt to distract him from how raw your emotions are feeling.
“I know,” Jeongguk steals a monster bite of your cake without asking. In the midst of his chews he sneaks a kiss on your cheek so that he leaves some cream behind. “I like annoying you too. I want to keep annoying you for the rest of my life.”
Just when you’re about to smack him for being so cheesy and disgusting, a voice comes over the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our lovely bride and groom will now be preparing for the bouquet toss and the garter throw. If you would kindly gather, please.”
Jeongguk takes your plate and puts it aside before grabbing your hand securely in his, but there’s no need to, because you’re not going anywhere without him at your side. There was a time where you would have rather died than witness the bouquet toss, see the bundle of flowers being thrown into the air and hoping against hope that you’ll be lucky enough to catch it… but this time, with Jeon Jeongguk by your side, all you feel is warm and content, like you’ll be happy as long as he’s with you.
Jeongguk guides the both of you to a prime spot at the front, where you see Eun Woo’s bride seated in a chair, and Eun Woo on his knees before her. Realising you’re about to witness what’s called a garter toss, your eyes widen in shock when you see Eun Woo dive under his bride’s skirt. The crowd reacts with giggles and wolf whistles as Eun Woo seems to struggle a little, but a few minutes later he emerges, hair ruffled, but victorious with a lacy band between his teeth.
“We’re so gonna do that at our wedding,” Jeongguk murmurs under his breath with a squeeze of your hand.
“Getting a little ahead of yourself hmm? I never said I’d marry you,” you reply with a half-smile.
Eun Woo stands up, holding his wife’s garter high in one hand before he extends his other hand towards her, and together they turn their backs to face the crowd. You can see his wife’s beautiful bouquet of pastel peonies, tiger lilies and baby’s breath, held over her head.
The crowd is holding their breath with anticipation, and you can feel the people around you jostle slightly in their eagerness. You see Eun Woo lean down to whisper something to his wife, and she giggles, nodding in return before casting a glance backwards at the crowd behind her.
Eun Woo does the same, and his eyes lock onto yours before shifting slightly to beside you. Then he turns his back, and with a count of one, two and three, husband and wife toss their respective items high into the air.
For the first time, you see the bouquet sailing in the air towards you, and it’s as if everything is in slow motion. The crowd around you disappears, miraculously no one is pushing or shoving against you, and… could it be? The silk wrapped bouquet looks like it’s actually going to… this is impossible. The chances are so slim, there are so many people here…
And yet, your arms move of their own accord, the bouquet lands in your grasp, and you smell the sweetness of the flowers immediately as the sheer size of the entire silk wrapped bundle blocks your vision entirely.
Then, time unfreezes and sound filters back in. People around you are cheering and clapping, they’ve given you some space now. You start to shy at the attention, lowering the bouquet and half-panicking over what Jeon Jeongguk will think- will he take this as a sign that you’re a psycho who wants to marry him even though it’s this soon? What if he’s scared off by this?
But as you lower your bouquet, you realise that Jeon Jeongguk isn’t empty handed either, he’s holding a lacy garment in his hand, grinning from ear to ear with that annoying little smirk of his that tells you this went exactly as he planned.
Welcome to the lonely hearts club: table for two, please.
#bts#bts smut#btssmutclub#jeon jungkook#jeon jungkook smut#I can't even remember what networks im a part of anymore...#ksmutclub
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Flavours (m) - 9
> genre : smut, ANGST
> pairing : kim taehyung x reader (f)
> total words : 6.2k
> content/warnings : mature language, explicit sexual content (fingering (f), unprotected penetrative sex -protect yourselves kids!), mentions of sexual acts, oral kink, toxic dynamic (they’re so mean to eo, idek why), e2l, angry sex, PINNING, nude, light dubconsent (they never verbalize anything so i thought i should add this)
masterlist - previous
Salty
Salty. The expression was created for Taehyung and this instant.
One hand squeezed around an empty glass he's too lazy to go get filled up again, another on his phone he'd annihilate in his fist if only he could.
He's hating this moment with all his being. He hates it even more because you're the reason behind his torment.
You'd been ignoring him for close to an eternity. He doesn't even know why. Everything went well, so he'd say. Exceptionally well if he considers the fact that, even though you still scowled a bit when he talked to you and didn't give him much of the gentleness you reserve only for anyone that is not him, he still got to lay on your bed and bury his face between your thighs.
He's not sure how it happened and kept happening. He can only guess that one day, he wished it harder than usual. You were nice to him, for once, looking sorry and regretful, and sweet when your eyes sat on him, apologizing with a charming pout on your mouth, and he tried. Asked probably, suggested it and you let him.
It was going well. Whenever he felt like it, he'd ask and you'd say yes, you'd let him there for hours, forever probably, to quench his oral fixation, if he wanted. You turned so lenient, so good to him, allowing him to do his shit.
And suddenly, there was a problem. Maybe you just woke up and realized what the two of you were doing.
Point of the matter, he walked into the office one day, and you were infuriated. He felt it without you having to say anything. You were not even looking at him, not even glimpsing. Ignoring him but with an aura, a very strong sense of aggression that he wasn't even the only one to notice. One of your coworkers had quizzed you about it and because it was not him asking, you had softened your traits, tilted your head slightly and smiled kindly and said that everything was fine, just tired.
Taehyung made the first attempt by text. You glanced at your phone, slammed it down on its screen when you saw his name on it. He tried, later on, a real proper trial, planning to ask a pair of scissors he didn't need, he was met with the coldest iron wall he's ever come across.
It was embarrassing, upsetting as hell -even for him who doesn't usually get fazed by these things.
He didn't understand but knowing you, he thought you'd get over it. Eventually, you will. Except, the next day you did not. The day after neither and it just kept it up until now.
He tried texting you outside of work. Still no answer. He didn't insist anymore because he didn't want to make you any angrier, to make you hate him any more than you already do, add the unfortunate drop that'll make the vase spill over.
Now it's a night out with the whole group. Even Seojoon, whom you all haven't seen in months since he left for his internship in Europe is here, but you're not. You're that mad that you didn't come. And maybe he's in over his head, that's possible; he believes he is the bellybutton of the whole universe (he feels like that sometimes he can admit that) but he has a strong suspicion that he would call information, that you didn't come because of him, because you didn't want to have to see him.
He sent you a text earlier today, to ask if you'd come, a stupid initiative because obviously you never answered.
And then hours later, in the middle of the night, right when you had started leaving his mind alone long enough for him to enjoy his friends, you recalled yourself to him. In the cruellest of ways. He couldn't even have imagined it.
You sent him a nude -well, not exactly. You're dressed in this picture but in such a flimsy and provocative manner that really, he knows he gets a wave of heat stronger than he would if he were to see a simple, fully naked woman on his screen. It's a picture worthy of a top-rated OnlyFans chick and he doesn't even have to pay for it. He doesn't even have to resolve whatever the fucking mess he created that made you so mad at him. It just appears on his phone. You, so fuckable in this leather and lace tiny corset, snug on your tits, laid lasciviously on your bed with your ass on display for him, looking so meaty, so soft, he wants to bite those cheeks; the bottom part of your face, red lips stretched on a sinful smirk. You look stunning. Absolutely perfect.
He doesn't understand his luck. He's scared for a hot second. His heart is beating so fucking hard in his chest and he can feel his cock already stiffening, and maybe he is way drunker than he perceived himself and he made it all up. He stares for a very very long time. He locks his phone and unlocks it. The picture is always there. You look always prettier the more he looks at it.
He doesn't understand, decides he won't ask for answers now. If you're in the mood, so is he. He's always in the mood for you.
He leaves the full-screen display of your picture, goes to type on the keyboard something, probably not that subtle, not that sexy, but hopefully, you'll look past the messiness and just appreciate his enthusiasm.
Except you've sent a message yourself right after the picture.
"Wrong number sorry"
He doesn't enjoy the joke too much, worried as he is that it might be true and decides to brush it off, just ignores it and sends in the message he intended to. He does so, and that's it. He waits, for a few minutes, staring at the unmoving conversation. You're on your phone, clearly, you have to see his text. That's when he notices that not only is there no "read" notification under his text, there is no "delivered".
And he starts sweating. Because he knows what that means. It happened to him too many fucking times for him not to get the clue. He calls your phone, once just to confirm what he already knows, it goes straight to voice mail. Stealing the first phone he finds laid on the table, fortunately, it's his best friend's, Jimin, and he knows the code to unlock it, he tries to call with it this time and it rings.
You blocked him. The fucking bitch. You send him the most sinful of pictures and then you block him.
Now the joke, which probably wasn't even one, is definitely not funny at all. Did you really mean to send it to another dude? And then blocked him to not have to deal with him because indeed, it was meant for someone else?
He's salty and lost. He doesn't know what to do. Hates to find himself in this predicament. Hates that nothing is settled. Hates that since the beginning, it's a fucking mayhem, that he didn't bother to clear out enough to have security, anything, to not have it all snapped away overnight for no reason.
Perhaps he is a little too tipsy. Not enough to get the sloppy drunk version of himself. The one that would pout like a child, petty and demanding, that would have tried to forget all about this bitch with another one, that would have anaesthetized his heart. He's tipsy enough to enhance his anger and bring the pain he hates to admit he feels and wants to confront and demands reparation.
Jimin doesn't understand when Taehyung tells him he's leaving with his phone, he's really busy eye-fucking a pretty blond at the bar, preparation for the moment he'll walk up to her and just nods him away.
How ironic is it that it's with your little crush's phone that he's going to confront you and possibly, if it's even an option, win you back?
He has the time to go far enough from the bar so he won't get an awful background soundtrack made of yelling drunkards and puking ones, before you pick up, at the fourth ring.
"Hello?" He hates himself for the explicit rush of electricity that runs up his spine. Taehyung is pretty primal, sometimes. He may or may not have associated your voice as something sexual and just hearing it after so long of literally nothing -or maybe just a few words not addressed to him- he's a little on edge just hearing you soft in his ear. It's your fault by the way. You barely gave him the time of the day outside of your sexcounters, he's literally never heard you speak more than during those times so of course, his brain would make a direct connection.
Now is not the time to lose it. He's already on edge therefore he decides to go as offensive as he can, right away. He's not going to be gentle to you because he knows you like it and it served so many times to have you mellow and manoeuvrable in his hands. You've been a real fucking bitch. He's not going to make it easy on you.
"So we're over?" There's a silence, quite brutal as if you stopped breathing altogether on the other side. That makes him angrier. Of course, it's him calling. Who fucking else? Did you really expect him to go about his life like nothing happened? Like you're not sending nudes to another dude when you should be sending them to him?
"We-" You start but you stop right away. Taehyung is as angsty as can be, leg bopping up and down, sitting on this cold bench, he didn't even take his vest, the moron. "We were never a thing, Taehyung." Your words are a bit slurred, he notes that you've been drinking too. He doesn't know what that means but somehow decides it's important and keeps the information for later when his brain would be in a better condition.
It stings, he can't lie about that but to balance it out, you haven't hung up yet. You could have been even meaner than you usually are and not even answer him, but you did.
"You sitting on my face every other day is nothing? You do that with just about anyone?" When he was typing your number in Jimin's phone, that's precisely one of the two things he thought really hard about, that he needed to do. He needed to get an answer: what happened (and according to this first answer, possibly, what could he do to fix it) and the second thing was to not sound needy. That's stupid, he knows he should consider growing up at some point, but for now, he's still petty about those things. You've had the upper hand during the whole duration of this "nothing" you two had, he's not going to humiliate himself any further.
Well, he wasn't going to. But it's done now. His voice is naturally too deep, lucky for him, because else, he'd be whining on the phone.
You're talking to someone. Someone else, that is not him and that's in the room, wherever you are. His blood starts boiling. If it's the guy, if there's really a guy and he came over after your indecent invitation, he's seriously going to lose his shit.
"Who are you talking to?" Apparently, the rule about not sounding needy has just be thrown to the abysses and now he's only talking from his chest, unfiltered. He's too mad and dizzy to think properly anyway. And you keep ignoring him. He hears you without understanding speaking to the other guy and he just can't fucking take it anymore.
He hangs up.
You are his worst nightmare. The way you can just dictate his feelings, his life, is insane and drives him mad.
There's your bed in the picture. He remembers just now. The large expensive thing, with the delicate wooden engravings of the headboard, your cousin's gift for your moving in. You're probably home. There's a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him that this is not a good idea. You never liked him coming over altogether but announced, to fight you, you might hate him even more and it will surely solve jack shit but at least, he'll feel better. He'll feel like he didn't simply sit on his dumb ass, letting you do your thing, humiliate him.
The voice is too quiet under the deafening music of the bar when he walks back in to fetch his vest. Too quiet for him to hear or care and so he leaves again, this one for good, calling himself a Uber so he'd get to you faster.
You're alone when he arrives. He's not sure why you opened the door for him but you did, greeting him with an aggravated expression and dressed up differently from the picture.
He's not that delusional. He didn't expect to have you open the door with a bright smile, one akin to the one from the picture, taunting and charming, in your tight little panties and that pretty corset.
You seem to be alone. You're wearing joggers and a tank top with no bra under it, hair a mess in a bunch of tangled locks on top of your head, you look nothing like a girl about to get railed by someone, whoever they are.
And he's relieved. Taehyung hates to realize but he is. His hectic heart and chaotic brain can catch a breath, there's no one here with you.
"Why are you here?" You ask with pure venom in your voice. You're being all nasty when really, why did you expect? You torment him with so much elation and when he comes knocking for answers, you're going to act surprised?
"Why do you think?" Taking advantage of the way you naturally walk backwards when he comes nearer, trying your best to not have him too close, to not have him touch you, he pushes his way through inside your apartment. You don't comment on it but he can tell by the sigh you heave out that you're not happy about it. Quickly, he takes a little safety peek around, to the hallway leading to your bedroom and bathroom, tends his ear a bit, just making sure no one is there.
And no one is. Of course, no one is. Actually, now that he comes to think of it, he feels, he's sure, there's never been anyone else. He bets the little picture and the text following were just a hoax to piss him off. Because you're that kind of bitches, that would do shits like that for the sole purpose of aggravating him.
"Why did you block me?" He asks once you're back with him. You've settled to closing the front door, now that he's comfortable in the middle of your living room, arms closed on his chest as he stares down at you.
"You came all the way here just for that? Aren't you being a bit ridiculous?" You're rolling your eyes, then drawing them away in the distance. You're shifty, he feels. There's something off about you. Even when you hate him the most, you look at him dead in the eyes, you don't shy away and it's making him grow nervous. It's like something has changed so drastically, he doesn't even understand when nor how, but there's no way he's fixing you and getting you back to where you were, whatever that state was.
"Just accommodating to your standards." He can tell you're ticked by the attack. He is being quite mean. He's never really been with you before but again, no matter how bad you could have treated him before, you've never made him this angry. "Sending me this nude pretending it's a mistake," Your face turns into an infuriated scowl, he's so used to seeing you like that he doesn't really flinch. Doesn't change his intentions. There's a little flush to your cheeks and while it could absolutely be caused by anger, he wants to believe it's from shame from having being caught in a lie. "That is pretty fucking ridiculous, isn't it?"
"Taehyung, what do you want?" His face is pretty damn close to yours. Hovering you, he should look intimidating, he thought he'd do, at least a bit, but he must have forgotten who he's facing. You're never intimidated by him. You're annoyed and defied. When he gets so near, purposefully invading your space, trying so hard to make you uncomfortable, you stand your ground. You don't even back up a few centimetres. He could kiss you right now without having to move much and you act like you don't mind. Staring straight in his eyes, lips tight, eyes ablaze.
"What do you want?" He asks, ignoring the way his heart is going a bit wild in his bosom. He doesn't think you can hear it -that really is all that matters. "We were going good and suddenly, you're back at not being able to stand me anymore? What else did you want?"
He hopes he doesn't sound too desperate again. He's not even, he's just confused. Things were indeed great, peach perfect, you gave him whiplash with the way you turned on him and he just needs to understand.
"Why do you care so much?" You bitch, rolling your eyes excessively, sighing in deep annoyance. "If you want to get your dick wet, you can just find someone else, can't you?"
That's what ticks him off. There's nothing much different in your demeanour. You're mad, aggravated. You want to dismiss him, end this conversation. You look disconnected enough from it. It's like you don't care but at the same time, you're too angry to not care.
And now, you're saying words that tick him off.
You sound jealous. And now that he looks at you better, he sees it too. In your furious eyes, in your flushed face, in that aura surrounding you that he couldn't quite pinpoint.
His eyes seek for something in yours and maybe there's a clue hiding in them that you conceal poorly, for once, you who never ever open up to him, and the memory of something that was said comes back to his conscience. Something that he said, not that you said, that he did say, about how he could indeed just find someone else to hook up with.
He did say that. And you're mad about it. You're enraged. He has a hard time not linking it, not turning it all into you holding a grudge, having being vexed. Maybe it's just the scenario he likes best. He decides that you're burning with jealousy and honestly, you're not good at acting any different than that.
He likes that scenario so much, it pulls at a certain string linked to his sensitive heart, that he can't really help it when he leans forward, rushes to catch your lips in his. You allow him to do so. You first let out a moan, sort of a complaint as if you don't want it but you're not pulling away from him. When his hands cup your face and wrap around your neck, yours reach just grazing them, not dragging them down. You let him kiss you, kiss him back even, welcome him closer, not backing away when naturally, his body as if by nature attracted to yours, cling to you. It's the first time he's actually kissing you. You never allowed it somehow. Or maybe the situation never permitted it. It's not like he could decide what was going to go down with you. Circumstances and you were the only ones responsible for everything.
If he knew your mouth would taste this good, and you'd kiss him with the same passion animating him, he would have tried harder. Maybe he would have tried, at least once, to ask if he could, before feasting on your pussy, have your mouth as an appetizer.
He can't believe how wicked you are to him, how defiant and reluctant when clearly, there's the same fire burning inside the both of you.
You bite him hard on the lip, breaking the skin. He hisses, backing away frowning, tonguing at the cut and tasting blood. You look so satisfied with yourself, staring at your mischief with so much content and he finds it cute. How you're so happy to have hurt him because your little heart was hurt. He won't say it but that's not a valuable payback when he likes it rough and feeling you so festy with him actually turns him on.
"You're so fucking jealous." He can't help it coming out. He might be ecstatic at the idea -though he can contain most of it for your eyes that don't deserve to see it. The words taste exquisite on his tongue, almost better than your mouth.
"I couldn't care less about you, Taehyung." You say it to hurt and it does a little. There's a seriousness in your gaze, coupled with the way you've always treated him that's undeniable. He knows you don't care much about him. Those dark eyes, with their meanness, their hardness, he knows they are only made for him. You'd never look at anyone else like that. You'd never look at him with the soft, heart eyes you reserve for Jimin, for example. The fucker. Who's never had to do anything to get your attention on him. Who's essentially worse than he is, but for some reason, you don't see that. You only see him as a sweet treat you'd like to have a bite and he doesn't fucking get it.
And even though, Taehyung just tasted crumbs of something he really likes, something he couldn't really have imagined but was there, a second ago, the passion you can feel for him, the madness brought by jealousy, your words still hit too close.
"Did I really hurt you that much?" He taunts because you're making him awful. And you're even worse because instead of showing any signs of admission, instead of just hinting at some vulnerability, you just look implacable, like you couldn't care less, like whatever he tries to do whatever he tries to say, nothing could reach your heart because that part of you is too good, so much better, he's not worth even getting a glimpse of and certainly not worth moving it.
He really hates the way you're making him feel today. He only tries harder. "You only care about Jimin, right? Who doesn't even see you. He doesn't give a shit about you." He doesn't remember to have ever been this much of an asshole. Maybe the last time he tried so fucking hard to hurt someone's feelings, so pettily, was back in middle school, back when everyone was ruthless. He can't believe you've made him regress to this extent. It's pathetic.
Surprisingly, you don't seem too fazed by it. Perhaps, you're just acting very well. You keep holding his gaze, not flinching away, not blinking away, strong on your ground, not particularly further aggravated. "So what?" You ask, softly sniggering. "I'm not twelve with a crush, I'm already over it." Something in him is acting up. The way you talk, whatever that thing is takes it personally. It wants to make it about itself, it makes him want to ask why you won't take him then, if really you're over Jimin. He doesn't know if it's his ego or his heart maybe even just his greedy cock, he's too worried to try and pinpoint the culprit.
It's easier to be a dishonest asshole anyway. Tonight has proven it. He's never gotten that much out of you in months of frequenting you.
Therefore he keeps going, "You're really cute trying to act so tough." He comments, his thumb gently petting your cheek. You don't back away, don't slap his hand away, there's just a little something wavering in your gaze. He doesn't know how to talk to it. He's pretty sure, it just feels like that in his guts, that this may be of help, if only he knew how to bring it forward, how to talk to it, he'd ask it to help him soften you because you're too rough with him. He likes it another kind of rough.
"And you're really stupid if you think you can flirt with me." He knows he is. He doesn't need you to tell him that. He is, everyone has said it at some point, jokingly or not, he knows he's an idiot.
For a second, he considers your words. Then he remembers he doesn't actually need to flirt with you.
He kisses you hard on the mouth, steals your breath away and makes you whimper when his lips suckle on your tongue, and you just let him, again. It's his mistake, his ultimate dumb mistake, to have that self-contenting smirk, when he parts long enough to breathe. You catch it and you seem to hate seeing it. He may have spilt the vase. You used to ignore him. You would just ignore him. But today, you won't let anything pass.
"I've just been using you, Taehyung."
That's what it would look like, to anyone who's been watching from the outside. They'd see him spoiling you, rotten, while you'd just take. He hates hearing it though.
He's done being taken from though. To be frank, he offered so willingly. He did enjoy, immensely, those moments buried in your soaked and soft folds, with the music made of your moans, perfect soundtrack to his ears. It turned him on, he could get off just from that and he did, with and without you. Either rubbing himself under his jeans or humping the mattress like a dog in rut when you'd be lying in bed, panting and moaning in your pussy while he'd come undone mostly from sheer excitement rather than physical touch. He was satisfied with the situation.
But now you're trying to turn it around. You're trying to make yourself better, make him feel like the fucking fool, all of this just because your ego, even more sensitive than his it seems, couldn't take a little thoughtless jab.
He won't let you.
When he presses you against the wall and his hands proceed to slip your pants off of your legs, you allow him. He leaves your panties on, they're cute and he loves the idea of ruining the cloth even more so that you'd blush, and shiver later on, when you'll have to throw them away and think of him. He cups your cunt with his large hand, soft lips perfectly snug in his palm and he doesn't have to do anything, doesn't have to ask anything, to have you naturally grind against it.
And you hate him, so you say. Supposedly, you can't fucking stand him. But you're here, rubbing your arousal all over his hand, panting in his face, heavy-lidded gaze begging out for him.
Three fingers fit in so easily. You're soaking, sloppy, sucking them in, pretty much fucking yourself on them and when soon he unzips his pants and takes his cock out, heavy and rock hard, tip red and balls tight from how horny you're making him, your thigh is already raising, without him having to help it, so welcoming, so craving of his cock but you hate him.
"Who's using who?" He asks voice weaker than he wished it to be. His hand is holding your face to him, fingers digging in your cheeks so you won't look away when he is sitting balls deep inside your walls. You're silently gasping, the corners of your eyes beaded with shiny tiny droplets. He wishes he was stronger, he can feel himself trembling from the experience. But it's more than he's ever gotten from you. More than he ever thought he could ever get. And this cunt feels like heaven, hugging so snuggly his dick, while your face, the pretty thing he can't look away from is his own personal hell, with the eyes made this beautiful only to drag him in and this mouth of yours, giving him brief mercy to only assassinate him better later, when you'll remember to hurt him.
For now, it doesn't matter because he's giving you what you want. When he's pleasing you, there's nothing else but that pleasure which matters to you. You don't even care about the way you look right now, head thrown back, thumping against the wall, eyes rolled up, mouth open letting out deeply explicit moans. Your nails are digging in his shoulder, in his bare ass, it stings, you might be drawing a bit of blood but it's fine. All he cares about is how deep in you he is, how tight you are around his thick cock when he remembers you so sloppy and open for his fingers earlier, how ramming in you demands efforts. It's like your body wants to hold him hostage. It doesn't want to let him back out, doesn't want him to fucking breathe but you hate him.
He wishes he could stick to his own promise. He wishes he could just please himself, satiate his own cravings and not give a fuck about you, who don't deserve, who don't want it, who don't want him. He can't help it though, when his mouth keeps searching yours, sucking at your lip and biting on it, when it litters burning kisses all over your neck and shoulders and covered tits, meaning to mark you -you're so out of it you don't call him out for it but he's sure, you'll hate him even more when you'll see his imprints covering your skin-, when his fingers reach for your clit and rub meanly at it, wanting to make you come too because he can't fucking help wanting to take you there with him.
When your moans turn into silent cries, all he hears is the slapping of your skins and the obscene squelch of your wetness, face contorted in what looks like pain, and your hips start thrusting to meet his pounding, and when he feels your walls tighter around him, squeezing so cuttingly it becomes literally suffocating, is when he feels himself coming. That's really all he needed. Feeling your arousal run down his cock, down his thighs, hear your pretty mouth curse sharply and your face take that look he's grown to get off on.
He's determined not to let it fade away instantly, this atmosphere, the intimacy. There's no way he's letting any of you fuck it all up as you always do. It doesn't have to be so complicated. When it feels this good to be this close to each other, you don't have to constantly want to bite his head off and he shouldn't try, out of pure egoistical vengeance or pure incapacity to talk to you, to rile you up.
The thing is, he's sweet when he slips out of you, slowly and meticulously because he knows he's thick and it tends to hurt when he does so. When he readjusts your panties he kind of stretched out so much it's pretty useless now, hanging loosely from your hips but at least he tries, and when he places the slipped off strands of your top, his fingers warm and soft, gently caress the skin of your shoulders and arms. He's holding you up with one hand because your legs are wobbly and you seem a bit dizzy. He's doing everything right, according to his books, the ones he had not opened since high school when he was told girls were mean and liked even meaner boys. He should kiss you softly on the mouth, maybe apologize for having hurt your feelings a few times, probably not confess that you did hurt him a lot too, says something nice to you, something that he means about how beautiful you look or just how good your cunt feels if he can't do the former.
Taehyung just hints at leaning in though and your hands are already on his chest, pushing him away, your face turned impossibly far from him, out of reach, grimacing.
And he doesn't fucking get it.
"You know what?" You start, suddenly all collected and serious again once he's a good step away. He's decided to leave you the space that you acted like you needed but he despises it. There's no fucking way he's reaching you if he can't touch you at the same time.
"We fucked, I think it wraps it up." Taehyung frowns, confused but also feeling suddenly nauseated. How can you be so fucking detached? He's used to this, he's done things similarly, he doesn't really like the aftermath of sex, he's not much of a cuddler, he likes his giant bed empty to sleep in, he had countless times asked someone to leave but never so crudely, so coldly, entirely devoid of any emotional affect. "Let's just part ways now and forever." You suggest, or more like, decide. You sound ridiculous. You share the same friends, you work together, literally, his desk is now next to yours. You're dripping his come down your thighs. You can't just part ways. "We bring the worst out of each other." You add, surprisingly sincerely. He can't accept that though. You acting like it's all negative, like there's literally nothing good coming out of it. There's some good.
There must be.
At least, the sex. The sex is fantastic, you can't deny that.
He's more childish than he's ever been when he mumbles, unable to hide his vexation, seeking for your eyes he can't find, "But it's hot."
And finally, the eyes avoiding him raise to his and tackle him down with a force that renders him feeling so small and pathetic. "It's unhealthy." His mouth opens to deny it, to add some layers of relativity to your cutthroat statements but you won't let him, you who speak so little usually won't let him have a fucking word, "You make me mad all the time, I- I don't want to be like that and you shouldn't either."
You've already made your decision. From the way you sound, so sedate, attitude already so in faze with your words, he knows you've thought about it for a while. You may have taken this decision long ago, you just didn't care to share it with him, ask if he was okay with it, if he had anything at all to say.
He didn't come prepared for this and therefore, he has a lot of things to say but not enough words to do so. A billion feelings fighting furiously inside for their way out but he doesn't know how to word them, he's never been good at talking sincerely, earnestly, and you're putting him on the spot like that, of course, he can't make anything out.
"So we're over?", is all he manages to say. It sounds pitiful and sad, he sounds like it because he feels this way. He doesn't even understand. 'Before we even started?' He wants to add but he can make out on his own how even worse he'll sound. You pull him in this shit. Seriously. He doesn't remember the details of it but you did. And since the beginning, he doesn't even know the fucking reason why, but you've hated him and you've been fighting him and yourself throughout this whole shit. It wouldn't have been this messy if only you could have admitted wanting him. If you wouldn't wince and pester and whoosh him off each time you got your fix just because it felt so fucking hard for you to just be in sync with your body and what it wants. You made it difficult. He tried, he was good to you, he didn't ask for jack shit but you're still the one breaking things off with him and not caring at all about him.
"Please," You start, rolling your eyes as if he's being so ridiculous. "We'll get over it in a sec, don't act like it's that dramatic."
Fine, he won't act like it.
You don't deserve to have a man run after you. Even if this man is moderately as problematic as he is. Even that type of man you don't deserve.
"Right." He says, chuckling as if he means it. The ridiculous of the situation, of his own feelings, helps immensely for the smile he draws on his face. He nods your way once, a bit cold and underwhelming for a goodbye for now and forever, but it's not like his brain has anything else to offer at the moment.
He just leaves without a word, hoping you won't read too deep in and see things he deems you don't need to see. Like the fact that he's finding himself really hurt. Like the fact that he feels like he's twelve with a crush and he doesn't know that he'll get over you.
A/N: First of all, I’d like to apologize for the delay, I’ve just been very stressed out and opening the file to edit felt terrifying BUT I managed to finally do it. Thank you immensely for your patience, and for the sweet messages. <3
I KNOW that you’ll hate me for this ending, and I’m sorry but I really wanted to write a story like that, angsty, that doesn’t have a proper resolution or rather an unsatisfying one, leaves the characters with too many questions because they’re not willing to try harder and change and do better (like in real life). so... please don’t hate me too much, i’ll spoil you with the fluffiest fluff soon, i promise :)
Thank you so much if you’ve read the whole series, please tell me what you thought, you can scream at me if you want, thank you so much for sharing and recommending btw (that really made me so happyyyy)
I hope you are doing good, as always, I wish you a beautiful day, lots of kisses and hugs :)
#btssmutclub#btscreatorscorner#networkbangtan#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts angst#bts fluff#bts drabble#bts series#bts fanfction#bts scenario#taehyung smut#taehyung fanfic#taehyung angst#Taehyung fluff#taehyung drabble#taehyung series#taehyung fanfiction#taehyung scenario#bts x reader#taehyung x reader#my writing
108 notes
·
View notes
Text
who am i? (updated 2/8/24)
name: mari
age: too old
pronouns: she/her
occupation: nurse during the day | avoiding sleep with anything yoongi or jin related during the night
bias: yoonjin and ot7
-x-
hi, i’m mari and welcome to hell my blog.
where to find me: @taestysugakookie on a03
#bts#kwriterskollection#bts fluff#bts smut#bts drabble#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#btssmutclub#kim namjoon#namjoon x reader#rm x reader#kim seokjin#seokjin x reader#jin x reader#min yoongi#yoongi x reader#suga x reader#jung hoseok#hoseok x reader#j-hope x reader#park jimin#jimin x reader#kim taehyung#taehyung x reader#v x reader#jeon jungkook#jungkook x reader
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
caught me. | jjk (m)
(edit done by my love, @httpjeon)
↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jungkook x reader
↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 13.5k
↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | roommate au. slight e2l au. smut. porn with very little plot.
↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | explicit language and sexual content. mentions of vaping. mutual masturbation, sex toy usage, oral sex (f + m receiving), gagging, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, some wall fucking, riding, unprotected sex (you know the drill, wrap it up), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, jungkook has tattoos, long wavy hair and a giant schlong.
↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.
“Seokjin, how could you do this to me?” You whine from the kitchen island, reflexively stabbing at the bowl of cereal in front of you. You can’t believe your roommate is just now telling you, a day before he leaves for vacation, that his “friend” will be temporarily moving in while he’s away. Of course, Seokjin pays no mind to your tantrum. Instead, he continues packing the last of his luggage in the living space, across the room. Simply rolling his eyes and heaving a sigh in response, he’s far more acquainted with your antics than he’d like to be. He could almost call you the younger sibling he most certainly never wanted, a nuisance wrapped in feigned misery. The arrangement between the two of you seemed nothing more than the result of a last-ditch Craigslist roommate search.
He should have known the consequences, he supposes.
Another sigh escapes his lips as he turns his attention away from the luggage. “_____, I’m only leaving for three months.”
You wail again, this time, your arms stretching across the cool, granite counter to push the bowl away from yourself. You’ve wholly lost your appetite, ready to wreak havoc as you slide off the stool you’re sat on and stomp your way over to him.
“I don’t care about you leaving me!” Seokjin scoffs at this statement, returning his focus to the open suitcase laid on the floor in front of him. “I care about you stuffing me in this apartment with a complete stranger while you’re gone.” What was the fucker’s name again? Jon Q, John Cook? You’re furious, but of course, Seokjin fails to take notice of this. Instead, he fishes into his pocket for his phone and scrolls through his extensive list of items to pack. He’s only gotten through half of it.
Your words don’t seem to have much of an impact on him, fueling your fury. “What if he tries to murder me? Or even worse, what if I end up murdering him? You won’t even be here to help me hide the body— this is a travesty!” This is followed with another signature sigh, all drama, your wrist shooting up to your forehead as you dab at invisible sweat.
You briefly think you might actually hate Seokjin.
He pauses, dropping his phone into the open luggage before craning his head towards you. Blinking, purely baffled by the lunacy he has to constantly put up with, he internally gives his utmost gratitude to the heavens that his work has sent him on this European trip tomorrow. Three clean months of the peaceful canals of Venice, the Colosseum in Rome, the Eiffel Tower in Paris and most importantly, three lovely quiet months away from you. Suddenly, three months no longer seems an eternity to him. How could it? He assesses you top to bottom, seeing nothing more than a rabid young woman scorned, hands placed sternly on her hips, expectant of a reply.
No sir, three months is not long enough at all.
Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing his eyes shut as he speaks through gritted teeth. “You are the most melodramatic person I know— you think you can afford to pay my rent for the next three months?” This shuts you up momentarily.
For a moment, you’re disarmed. You can’t argue that he’s right, and you hate admitting it’s the only reason for your new (temporary) roommate.
Releasing his nose, he looks at you, warming a little. “Look, he asked to stay here -temporarily- until he finds his own place. He’s my best friend; wouldn’t you do the same for yours?”
That final bit had the effect he wanted it to, and boy, did it sting. Of course, you’d do the same for your best friend. The only trouble is that you know very little information about this John Cook character, only getting brief details about him moving into the big city for the first time and Seokjin “graciously” providing him a rental until he can find something more permanent. It isn’t a fault on Seokjin’s half. You just don’t know the poor bastard.
Beyond that, you know this guy is a Taekwondoin, moving here to join one of the most prestigious Taekwondo academies in the country. Your blood runs cold in a sudden rush, a certain grim realization dawning on you that you’d absolutely be no match for him if he did try to kill you. Perhaps Seokjin has told you so late because he too wants you dead. You really shouldn’t have met him through Craiglist.
You consider leaving a lengthy, final Tumblr post in remembrance of your inevitable end, hoping one of your 12 followers would come forth and save you from a gruesome slashing. At best, someone saves your life. At worst, you’ve written your own eulogy.
Huffing a breath of frustration, something akin to a groan escapes you as you march back to the kitchen island for your now soggy bowl of cereal. It only fuels your now quiet rage further, but pettiness takes over, mentally muting Seokjin’s yelling profanities after watching you dispose of one of his favourite glass bowls. It’s the least you can do as revenge.
As it turns out, Jeon Jungkook is a nearly six feet tall mural of muscle and inked skin that rarely stays home. His dark wavy hair falls gracefully past his large doe eyes, and his plethora of tattoos litter the tight expanse of his neck and arms. Notably, the blossom of two red roses painted over the porcelain of his neck.
Though verbally a silent roommate, you find he vapes far too much and equally plays far too much Fortnite at odd hours of the night. He only comes out of his room to either make himself food or to leave the apartment, and a couple of times you could have almost sworn he might’ve been doing his laundry. He’s a feast to lay eyes on, that much is irrefutable but he leaves at least one utensil unwashed after eating, irritating you to an unprecedented degree.
Jungkook also enjoys eating ramen at two in the morning- you know this because it wakes you up almost every time you hear the microwave blare its oppressive siren. He also figures he must shower each time he returns home from being out, suitably fattening your poor water bill. You’ve only briefly spoken to him a handful of times, mostly about house rules and a tour of the facilities.
It’s only been two weeks since he’s arrived, yet you already seem to despise him- sending Seokjin angry messages from across the globe about this, all of which have been ignored. You’ve been too busy lately anyway, rarely seeing Jungkook who seems to be out for most of the day.
However, it’s today that you finally catch him when you’re just coming home from work. He sits at the kitchen island, flipping through a comic while he loudly chomps on an open bag of shrimp chips, pausing to look at you as you make your way inside.
You’re on speakerphone with your friend Nari, both of your arms too occupied and laden with groceries to normally hold the phone to your ear. Upon seeing this, Jungkook gets up from his seat and immediately rushes to lend a hand. He’s completely shirtless, his loose dark sweatpants hugging the low subtle curve of his hips, and it’s only then that you notice the mosaic of more tattoos scattered across his skin beyond his full sleeves and the two red roses on his neck. He has much more than you had initially seen, a large black and white snake running over his pelvic bone. It draws your eyes forward, let’s it linger over to his bare abdomen, untouched with ink and defined with muscle. You can see it evidently, the indents carved into him as if he’s been sculpted from the finest of limestone.
You catch yourself from staring, thanking him with a silent bow of your head as he turns away from you, all the bags of groceries now racked effortlessly down his taut arms. Your momentary and involuntary ogling is cut short by Nari’s voice booming through the loudspeaker of your phone.
“God, you really need to get laid soon- I’m tired of you being so grumpy.” You freeze, nearly choking on your own saliva. “I already deal with one grump on a daily, I don’t need to add another to my inventory.”
Fuck. “Yeah, well, working on it!” You titter nervously into the microphone. It’s all in vain, for Nari is relentless in her pursuits.
“Didn’t you say your new roommate was hot? Just fuck him, that’d be pretty convenient. It’s like, like...dick-on-demand!” She laughs, guffawing into the mic as though it’s the most hilarious thing she has ever said. You stand there, eyes wide and mortified as the cackle from the other end of the line sounds more villainous than genuine humour. Her words linger still in the air, and a very deep desire to Crtl+Z yourself from life’s current existence fills your petrified body.
You know Jungkook has heard the words because he pauses in his step very briefly, faint stutters in his movement as his back stays turned towards you. Before you catch the slightest motion of his head about to look over his shoulder, you’re whipping around and fumbling for your phone. With the greatest deft you can muster, your thumbs desperately try smashing the giant red ‘end call’ button.
To no avail, the phone screen freezes, Nari’s cackling report still filing through.
You think this feels like a nightmare. In fact, you’re certain you’ve had a nightmare precisely like this before. Except this is real, very much real and you’re humiliated. cheeks surely flushed crimson as you tut in annoyance at your malfunctioning product of capitalism.
Jungkook simply clears his throat and continues moving towards the kitchen once again, acting as if nothing has happened. Under any other circumstances, you would almost be offended, but given the current nature of what has just transpired, you both let the feeling pass. “Anyway,” Nari continues and you wish she’d shut up. “I gotta go, Yoongi just got Minecraft and I’m going to give him the best head of his life,” she groans into the mic in satisfaction. “I love you, bye!” She cuts the mic, completely and blissfully unaware of the impending Armageddon she’s inadvertently spawned. You’re stood there in horrified silence, counting to five in your head before you’re very anxiously swivelling around.
You open your mouth to say something, but words fail you. What could you even say?
Jungkook cuts in. “I’ll uh, put these away. Don’t worry about it.” He beams you a rather charming grin, completely devoid of any awkward tension that filled the air moments ago. Somehow, this surprises you far more than if he had acknowledged it.
You thank him with haste, your feet acting much quicker than your head as you swiftly cut across the kitchen towards the hallway where your bedroom stands. Avoiding eye contact at all costs, your face is surely now painted just as red as Jungkook’s bag of shrimp chips on the counter.
Perhaps it’s to ease yourself more than anything that you decide to get angry over this situation. You’re not angry at Nari, no, you’re angry at Jungkook. Who was he to waltz into your apartment and have you monitor your phone calls? And be shirtless nonetheless? Had he no manners? Why should you have to tiptoe around him? You think if this were Seokjin, he wouldn’t nearly make everything so uncomfortable for you in your own place of living. Seokjin would also wash all his dishes and sleep at a reasonable time. This thought only fuels you more.
The words slip out of you before you can even comprehend stopping. “For Christ’s sake wear a shirt while I’m home, I don’t need to see you prancing half naked around the apartment. This isn’t Magic Mike, it’s home- my home.” You bark, halting Jungkook in his movements as he goes to place a new carton of milk into the fridge. He turns to look at you, the dangle of his silver earrings glinting against the light and you almost grimace at how attractive he looks in this moment.
Before he can respond, you’re pivoting away from him and walking towards your bedroom.
You slam your door with a thud and let out a strangled groan. Perhaps it was too harsh, the anger is now replaced with further distress. You toss yourself onto your mattress, stuffing your face into the nearest pillow and restraining yourself with every ounce of self-control you have from screaming your lungs out into it.
You hadn’t even called Jungkook hot, you had mentioned that he was conventionally attractive- which wasn’t a lie in the slightest. You’re half tempted to call her back and scold her good for the humiliation she’s so blissfully unaware of causing, but as you pick up your phone, a text flashes across your screen with a name you’re all too familiar with. And all too soon, your agitation grinds to a halt, dissipates and metamorphosizes into a goofy, toothy grin.
Taehyung - [1 New Text Message]
Kim Taehyung works just across the room from you on the seventh floor of the accounting firm. He has rich blonde hair and plump pink lips that he constantly wets with a dab of his tongue. You swear he’s been purposely winding you up recently, the brushes against your skin too frequent, the lingering stares too prolonged and the husk in his voice too low when he speaks to you. You’ve had a crush on Taehyung since you’ve started working at the firm, two years ago. Of course, he’s completely unaware of this.
5:44pm [Taehyung]: Hey, can I ask you for a favour?
The squeal you let out is unbearable, even to you. You feel the reminiscence of being back in middle school when your sixth-grade crush, Park Jimin had asked you to the Halloween dance. Of course, that night had ended terribly for you, catching Jimin and your rival, Sooya slow dancing while you went to get unnaturally lukewarm fruit punch from the snack bar. But much like right now, you remember the butterflies fluttering through your entire body the night before the dance.
Feeling the crimson warmth return to your cheeks, you clutch your phone to your chest while a coy smile stretches across your lips. You practice your well-rehearsed, five-minute wait before texting Taehyung back, typing and retyping your response until you’re satisfied with a legible reply. Pursing your lips, you go back and forth between adding a smiley face or not, ultimately choosing to go with one just to further the delusions in your head that adding one will somehow make him fall madly in love with you.
5:50pm [You]: of course you can! :)
You gasp when your phone vibrates within seconds, a giddy coo leaving you as his name flashes once more across your screen. You slap a hand over your mouth when you hear the footsteps of Jungkook pass by your door, your eyes darting towards the shadow of his feet seen just underneath the crack of your door. His room- rather Seokjin’s room- is right next door to yours, another unfortunate occurrence in your miserable life.
5:50pm [Taehyung]: Could you possibly drop me off at the airport tomorrow morning? I’ll treat you to breakfast on the way!!
Your grin grows tenfold, your teeth clutching your bottom lip in its hold as you glide your fingers over the keyboard with an answer.
5:52pm [You]: it’d be my pleasure!!
It seems as if everyone but you and Jungkook were going away on vacation from this hell city. Perhaps you may be in need of one too.
You drop Taehyung off at the airport at five in the morning. You think it should be illegal for anyone to wake up at such an hour. You hadn’t had much time to sleep, Jungkook’s nightly ramen snacking occurring at exactly two in the morning, just two hours before you were supposed to be awoken by the chirps of your alarm. As if the morning couldn’t have gotten any worse, you had learned Taehyung was travelling abroad to meet his very long-term and long-distance girlfriend for the first time. Your luck seems to have worsened as you’ve aged. All the signs you thought you’d seen of him visibly showing his interest in you had all been in your head.
By the time you reach home, it’s six, the sun barely peeking through the hillside view from your apartment and your eyes are droopy, heavy with sleep. A yawn escapes you as you place your keys on the kitchen counter before you kick off your shoes and shuffle towards the living room in a slump. You plop onto the couch, releasing a long exhale as you lift your feet up to lay more comfortably.
Briefly, you think you should stay up and get your day started, as you reckon most people who have their shit together would do as such. Unfortunately for your itinerary, you’re not most people and you’re certainly not someone who has their shit together. You’re _____ and you’re now dreaming, dreaming of a single Kim Taehyung.
His mouth is on yours, golden locks under the tight grip of your fingers and his cock is steadily rocking into you, fingers digging into your sides. He has you seated on the bathroom counter, your legs circled around his waist as his sharp thrusts elicit the neediest of cries from you.
“Taehyung!” You’re moaning, eyes rolled so far back into your skull, you feel the pull of your optic nerve. Loosening your grip on Taehyung’s hair, he moves away from your mouth and rests his forehead in the crook of your neck. Every curve of his dick plunges in calculated fashion into your cunt, egging you closer to your undoing.
Another sharp thrust has your entire body shuddering, a lapse of jitters filling you as your orgasm rumbles through you. When Taehyung lifts his head from the crook of your neck, you gasp. For when you look at his face, it’s no longer Taehyung, it’s now Jungkook.
He offers a lopsided smirk, an indent of his dimple forming around the right side of his mouth while a finger trails down your cheek.
“Wake up,” the apparition whispers.
You gasp awake, spine shooting upright as you heave heavy breaths. Skimming your hands over your face, you let out a frustrated groan, bewilderment and daze hitting you as you land right back to reality.
“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You hear a low voice and you immediately shriek, arms hugging yourself in a mock attempt to hide yourself even if you are fully clothed at the moment. You look over, glancing at the tall, frozen figure stood in the kitchen. His doe eyes are wide, startled by your reaction, dark hair wavy and long, clinging around the edge of his pale face and you can see the faintest trace of the red ink on his neck underneath the loose collar of his black hoodie. He’s got a knife in one hand and a half-cut tomato laid on a cutting board in front of him. “I-I was going to wake you up for lunch but…” His face has suddenly flushed to a shade of rose, tongue swiftly dabbing at his bottom lip. He clears his throat and hesitates before looking away. “Y-you seemed engrossed in your sleep, I didn’t want to wake you up.” What was that supposed to mean?
When you look behind him, the pot on the stove is steaming and it’s then that you catch the aroma of sauteed onions and oregano. Naturally, your mouth instantly waters, eyes glancing over to the digital clock that displays itself on the stove. It reads as five minutes past noon and you rub your eyes with the back of your hand before you’re blinking towards the time again. Had you really passed out for a solid six hours? How long had Jungkook been here? “You...don’t have work today?” You swallow, slowly raising up your feet.
Jungkook merely chuckles and shakes his head no. The silver of his dangling earrings swings with this motion. “I’m not working yet, I’m a student at Master Seong’s.” You had almost forgotten about the Taekwondo Academy, it’s the exact reason he’s now standing here in your kitchen cutting tomatoes. “Hopefully, I’ll be the one teaching by next year.” As he speaks, you notice he has a perfect set of pearly whites but then you think of course he does- anything that would make Jeon Jungkook less perfect at this point would be a micropenis. For whatever reason, that makes your blood boil but as much as you’re in disdain, the thought instantly brings attention to a sweltering puddle between your legs.
Your head shoots down, feet shifting uncomfortably as you feel a slick cling against your panties and it’s then that every aspect of your sex dream hits you in a movie montage. You had fully and wholeheartedly dreamt of Jungkook fucking you.
You gasp, unwillingly, feet losing balance before you catch yourself against the counter. Jungkook pauses and looks at you, a tentative eyebrow cocking in your direction in question.
“Is everything alright?” He asks, more curious than considerate. His voice seems to ebb and flow with the sultry ease that only he could— my god, maybe you do need to get laid.
You use your elbows to push yourself off the counter before you’re walking over to the stove, body brushing against Jungkook’s back as you reach for the vent switch.
“Next time you cook something, turn on the exhaust fan or else it’ll get smokey in here.” You say, voice stoic like ice in this smothering heat, ignoring the blatant arousal seeping out of your cunt. You brush past him once more to make way towards the hallway.
Jungkook sighs in defeat, watching as your figure disappears into your bedroom.
The moth outside your window bats against the patio light with a fierce determination that boggles your mind. You wonder what might be going through the moth’s head: does it ponder this alien, man-made warmth it now feverishly flutters around? Does it understand it in the slightest? Why else would such a simple creature be breaking the peace of a sticky midsummer’s eve?
You glance at the clock on your dresser. It’s now half past midnight, and you’re dying in this stupid heat. Perhaps it didn’t help that you had a six-hour nap, impressed by your ability to do so in broad daylight. And you can’t get it out of your head, the dream. It’s kept you horny all day- in need of relief. You think about the last time you’ve had sex, a one night stand with a tall, polite gentleman named Namjoon. It was quite possibly the best sex you’ve ever had, a shame you never caught his number.
With a less than pathetic groan of protest, you put your head between the pillow and the mattress, savouring the seconds of coolness that surround your head in a desperate bid to lower the temperature however you can. Something’s got to be better than stringing sex and a fucking invertebrate into the same train of thought this late at night.
Raising your head up from the pillow, you weigh your options. You’re not about to drink yourself to sleep, and your secret supply of ZzzQuil has run dry. Fortunately, you have a solution.
It’s nights like tonight that you can’t hold yourself back, orgasms helped you sleep better anyway. Your vibrator mocks you, blinking as it charges for the first time in weeks. You hear Jungkook shuffle on the other side of the room, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you quietly reach your bedside table for a pair of headphones. You grasp at odds and ends until your fingers find purchase, and with a small sense of victory, you pull a very tangled mess of headphones from the drawer. You hear a cough on the other side and pause, gulping as if you’re fourteen all over again and just discovered the fruits of pleasuring yourself for the first time.
The vibrator’s LED light switches to a solid green, indicating its readiness to abuse your very untouched clit. You flush at the thought, yet eager as the familiar moisture pools in between your legs. You’re suddenly all too ready, all too demanding of the touch of a toy that you haven’t felt in too long. Why had you been putting this off for so long?
Unplugging it from the outlet next to your bed, you slip off your shorts and lay comfortably back onto your mattress. Another blush creeps onto your cheeks, your thumb unlocking your phone and opening the Chrome app. Making sure to switch to a private browser, you hesitantly type it in.
‘Pornhub’
The link loads embarrassingly quickly and you flush further, a mix of both the heat and your self chagrin marking the apples of your cheeks. You don’t even know what to look for, the home page overwhelming you with a variety of sinful thumbnails, begging to be clicked on. It almost makes you grimace in distaste, suddenly too aware of your surroundings and the situation at hand. You decide against pornography, gripping onto your imagination as you toss your phone aside and clear your throat, settling back onto the mattress with your eyes closed.
You’ll think about Namjoon. His broad hands, slender fingers and that deliciously thick cock. His moans, his honey skin and the way he was able to make you come twice that night.
Spreading your legs apart, you fixate the vibrator against your heat, gasping at the cool tip of the silicone already sensitive against your clit. You’re already soaked, the head gliding over your clit with slick.
It feels wrong when you turn the device on, the low buzz of vibrations filling the air. Brows knitted together, you picture Namjoon again. Trying to imagine the stroke of his tongue against your folds as the buzz of your vibrator rings through you, you gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Why didn’t you do this more often? You try to stay quiet, breathing growing laboured as the image of Namjoon between your legs morphs into something else. Rather, it morphs into someone else.
You see it in your head, your fingers threading through dark curls, legs pinned apart by two ink-sleeved arms. When you look down, you’re met by the intense gaze of brown doe eyes, his brows furrowed as his tongue flicks relentlessly against you. It’s almost as he’s smirking at you, the slightest quirk in his eyebrow implying that he knows he’d fucking you well with only his tongue. The image makes you shudder, shaking your head as you kick this sick fantasy out of your mind. Were you out of your mind?
On the other side of the room, Jungkook’s ears perk up to the sound of this low buzz. He hadn’t realized you were still awake. But as the buzzing intensifies, and a rhythmic deep breathing follows, it soon grows impossible to ignore. He has to be certain. Cautiously removing one earphone, he almost leans into the noise, cocking his head to the side.
No, that’s definitely you, alright.
You gasp as you apply more pressure to your clit, eyes rolling back from the waves of vibrations surging through your entire body. You can’t get it out of your head, imagining Jungkook’s taut arms holding you down, his tongue unforgiving against you. The moan that escapes you is wholly on accident, a hand slapping against your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself further.
Jungkook sits at his desk, dumbfounded. Were you really doing what he thought you were? Surely not. It’s then that hears the moan. It penetrates the thin wall that separates the two of you and stirs a familiar twitch in his boxers. He feels it press against the fabric, stretching with every heartbeat that knocks against his ribcage. His breathing begins to deepen, only letting his imagination wander as to what you were doing in this moment, merely a few feet away.
No, he thinks. Absolutely not. Behave yourself.
You’re…well, you’re moaning.
Fuck this, Jungkook’s inner dialogue protests. If you’re not going to play fair, then neither is he. He rises from his desk, tripping slightly over his office chair, clattering the plastic wheels against the hardwood floor. The sound reverberates through what feels like the entire house, and the silence is broken by the impact, which by all accounts seems far too noisy for its own good.
Jungkook freezes, terrified. The buzzing ceases just as suddenly, and the air is replaced with an undesirable discomfort.
Inside your room, your left hand tightens over your mouth the other switches off the vibrator. The kerfuffle seemed to have occurred frighteningly close, prompting a sudden cease to desist all sinful pleasures. The anxieties come in waves, one after another. Did he hear you? Oh God, how long was he listening? Was that even him?
A painful eternity passes. The silence fills the house once more, the crickets outside resuming their nightly song.
Jungkook half expects you to barge into his room, fuming at him for being a pervert and listening in but your feared assault never comes. If anything, his cock only seems to grow harder, the thought of you pleasuring yourself just on the other side of the wall so alluring, he begins to palm himself over his boxers.
You, on the other hand, upon the silence, convince yourself that he hadn’t heard after all. Surely, it was something else, Jungkook had probably already gone to bed.
Jungkook. Your lips form the shape of his name but no sound comes out, only a heavy exhale. This is wrong, beyond inappropriate and downright vulgar. It’s the dimples, you try to argue with yourself. Or those eyes, a deep coffee brown that take away from his masculine frame. It almost brings a childlike charm, distracts you from the surfeit of tattoos that mark his muscular build.
With impatience, you start the vibrator again, placing the device over your clit once more. You’re soaked beyond control, your own fingers itching to be stuffed inside yourself. Thumb hitting the setting button, the buzz of vibrations grow an octave higher as the intensity of the second setting rolls over your bead with a blast of euphoric pleasure. It’s almost too much, legs clamping shut as the judder of silicone repeatedly assaults your clit. Your panting growing quicker, inching you to tip over the edge. Oh, how you yearned to be filled with a cock.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, giving into the barbaric thoughts in his head. Quietly, he slides his boxers down his thighs and situates himself back onto his desk chair. His cock is throbbing, tip a blushed pink as his heartbeat begins to resonate harder. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you testing him? Teasing him? He rests his head back, eyes fluttering to a close as he holds the base of his painfully erect cock with his right hand.
His hand slowly begins to slide up and down his own length, twisting slightly whenever his fingers cross over his glans. The sensation fills him with ecstasy, and he can’t help but gasp as he tightens his grip and continues to stroke his cock. He thinks of you, on the other side of the wall with your legs spread, flushed and begging to be fucked. How well he’d fit inside you, how well you’d take him in your tight cunt and how you’d whimper his name into his ear. With these thoughts, his pace on himself quickens, breaths laboured against the air. This was wrong, so wrong but hearing you like this, imagining you sprawled on your bed in desperate need of his touch only pushes him further to his climax.
For a moment, he thinks about risking it all and just ripping your door open to fuck you into your next existence. He stays planted onto the leather seat, his hands roaming in a familiar rhythm.
You are minutes, seconds away from seeing strings of white. It’s when you raise your vibrator to its third setting that you come undone, biting the inside of your cheek as your orgasm plummets you to a new horizon and Jungkook’s name sits at the edge of your tongue.
You feel it spray out of you, your arousal sprinkling over your bed sheets in a clear indication of your collapse. You gasp and shudder, quick to turn off the device as its relentless motion becomes far too much for your sensitive clit.
You lay for a moment, gathering your bearings as your high lingers between the furrow of your eyebrows. Your head feels heavy, sleep overtaking every inch of your body and you begin nodding off almost instantaneously, vibrator still in hand. It’s when you shift to doze more comfortably that your thigh makes contact with a cool, wet splotch.
Your eyes spring open and you’re sitting up, flicking on your bedside lamp. You have just squirted all over your sheets, the damp puddle prominent and deride. You sit there in disbelief, blinking at the mess between your legs. You frown, suddenly becoming aware of the incessant pounding in your head from your high and you curse yourself for making such a mess.
Now you have to do the laundry, there’s no way you could sleep in these.
Jungkook is close, frustratingly so…it won’t take much at this rate for him to blow his load all over himself. He places his hand firmly around the chair handle, fingers gripping against the plastic. His other hand strokes faster than ever before, breaths deepening. And as he reaches his climax, the quietest of moans escape his lips, followed by your name. It’s so soft on his tongue, it feels uncouth. The trail of white fluid follows, spurts out of his cock and onto his stomach. He pants, quick to milk every ounce of himself with the squeeze of his palm around the edge of his head and then he’s reaching for his water bottle, taking a cool swig of the liquid.
He has to shower now, there’s no way he could sleep like this.
As you unhook the last of your sheets from the mattress, you quickly roll the fabric into a giant ball within your arms. You’re on your tippy-toes, hesitantly reaching for your door as you twist the knob and pull the barrier open. You look around, relieved to see the hallway engulfed in complete darkness. Jungkook’s door is closed, no light emitting through the cracks which means he must be asleep. Gingerly, you close the door behind you and tiptoe towards the end of the hall where the laundry room is- attached to the shared washroom.
You’re quick to stuff the sheets into the washer, loading the detergent into the cartridges and powering on the machine. The room’s lights aren’t even on, you’re too lazy to find them. Besides, the stark moonlight and LED of the washing machine are plenty of light enough. When you’ve set the machine to its cycle, you ponder on what the hell you can do with no bedsheets to aid in your sleep and your body covered in sweat.
Even if you are hotter than before, sweatier than before, slumber takes a toll on your body. Your head feels weighted, drowsy from your hard climax. You think a shower would work best, turning to go back into your room for a change of clothes when you bump into something, rather someone.
You shriek and take cover under your raised arms, a soft glow of white light sifting through the crack of your arms as the washroom lights get flickered on. Raising your head out of the shield of your arms, you find Jungkook standing in front of you, void of a shirt and clad by only a pair of boxers.
“Jungkook, what the fuck?” You can’t help it, your eyes wander, rake him from head to toe. You can see it, the ever so light outline of a bulge, something that is definitely nowhere near a micropenis.
“I was just...about to shower. I’m sorry- I didn’t know you would be out here, I would’ve worn more clothes” His gaze is soft with worry and you’re reminded of your earlier outburst. It was quite hypocritical of yourself when you’ve just fucked yourself on a sex toy to scandalous thoughts of him. His eyes flickers to the low drone of the washer and then back to you. “You’re doing laundry?”
Your cheeks flush, your voice hitching in your throat as you promptly pull up an excuse as to why you’re doing laundry at nearly two in the morning. “I-I spilled some tea on my sheets, I have to wash them.” You hope it’s convincing enough. “I was about to shower too.”
Jungkook regards you carefully, expecting a scolding for even asking but it never comes. You’re flustered and painted a shade of red he is familiar with. He’s only familiar with it because he too is the same shade of red. You two had been pleasuring yourselves, separately yet simultaneously. The memory almost brings a fresh wave of lust.
“Why are you showering at-” you glance at the time on your phone, “-one o’clock at night?” Jungkook doesn’t expect this question from you. You had never been interested in anything he did other than if it was something bothersome to scold over. He clears his throat and uses his slender fingers to push his hair back. You reckon he’ll need a haircut soon.
“I was exercising in my room.” Technically, masturbation was a certain form of exercise…
The air is stiff, you feel it. It crosses both of your minds, had you heard one another? Was it obvious? You shift on the balls of your feet, teeth crashing down on your bottom lip. “Well, who’s gonna shower first?” You eye his practically unclad figure. It’s impossible to not take notice of the Adonis belt that leads your vision straight to his casual bulge. You look away. “Technically I was here first.”
Jungkook chuckles and pokes the inside of his cheek with a tongue. “Technically this is your house too, right?”
Your head drops to the ground, a shameful pout crossing over your features. Perhaps you were too harsh earlier, but you may just be feeling this way from the endorphins.
You go against the wish for a shower, it’s the least you can do. “I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight, just letting you know. Please don’t make food at some obscure hour of the night or I will kill you.” With that, you push past him, your shoulder knocking against his arm as you head towards the living room.
To Jungkook, there’s something so beguiling about your clear disdain for him. He merely observes you from where he stands, feeling another rush of blood make way to his cock. How could you so ignorantly disregard that you had just been touching yourself? Did you really not know he could hear you? It baffles him, leaves him with another hard-on as he turns away, closing the washroom door behind him before he’s turning on the shower.
Today, you’ve had a shitty day.
Kim Taehyung has put in his two weeks' notice. He’s quitting this job to move halfway across the world and live with his girlfriend abroad and your boss had informed you one of your very own clients have committed tax fraud, costing your firm thousands. Along with this, you’ve spilled coffee over your white button-up and the hair tie holding your crisp bun up had snapped to unleash your unbrushed, unwashed owl’s nest.
When you walk into the apartment, you almost don’t want to look at your reflection in the mirror. It was strategically placed in the foyer by Seokjin, his scientific reasoning behind it being so he could start a positive day by looking at himself one last time before leaving the house. This logic seems like bullshit to you now. Your hair is a lion’s mane, your black bra visible against the translucent, chestnut coffee stain on your chest and your face is shiny from the amount of sweat you’ve had building up throughout the day from this sweltering heat.
Kicking off your heels, you take notice that Jungkook’s Pumas don’t take their usual occupancy on the shoe rack. This means he’s not home and this means, he wouldn’t be seeing you in this state. Relief floods over you.
Somewhere prior to the halfway point of Jungkook’s stay, your animosity for his presence seems to have expired ever so slightly. Perhaps it had to do with your newfound liking towards him from your late-night fantasies, or maybe it was because he had actually been putting more effort into working around the house as of late.
You barely see him now, and when you do, he’s usually made your food along with his own or he’s left you sticky notes telling you he’s taken out the garbage for you or cleaned the washroom. It has warmed your rigid heart but only to an extended degree.
Carding your fingers through your hair, you tame as much of it as you can before you’re unbuttoning your dress shirt and letting the air dry it out. Your bra feels slick against your skin, the mixture of coffee and sweat too unbearable. You unclip it from behind and toss it onto the bar stool by the kitchen island.
After opening the fridge for a can of iced tea, you walk over to the pantry for a snack to accompany the icy, perspiring drink. But before you can make it, you suddenly take notice of it, the twinkling mound of silverware against the sunlight seeping through the windowpane. You look down at the small pile of unwashed cutlery in the stainless steel sink, an inferno flickering in your chest.
The feeling crawls back, the feeling of wanting to reinforce your disapproval of him. It’s an emotional memory, screaming at you to go back to your familiar disdain, to a more comfortable habit. Or maybe it’s your horrible day, everything bad that’s happened leading up to this breakdown. You feel like an overly emotional pregnant lady, getting fired up over unwashed spoons and forks but you can’t push it down. You’re seeing red.
A click is heard from the bathroom down the hall, followed by the tune of a cheerful whistle. You wrap the open ends of your shirt around your chest, crossing your arms as you stand in the kitchen and await the figure’s emergence from the shadowy refuge of the hallway. Jungkook now appears at the mouth of the hall, one arm rubbing a small towel against his wet hair and the other clutching the towel hanging off his hips. Upon seeing you, his whistle abruptly drops.
“Hey,” he begins nervously. “I didn’t know you’d be home—”
The words come out of you like rapid-fire, all “good deeds” he’s ever done as a roommate escaping through the vents. “You…” You begin, and he winces. “Do you see this?” You point to the sink. “How fucking hard is it to wash your own forks and spoons? Fuck, I’m so tired of picking up after you!”
You’re really unable to stop yourself, weeks of pent-up frustrations just now unleashing, lashing against the boy with such vigor, you can see a gulp send his Adam's apple to a bob. “For the record, if you’re going to smoke, do it the absolute farthest away from the apartment- I cannot stand the scent of fake strawberries and watermelon anymore.” Your arm motions towards the hallway, your foot stomping with it. Jungkook’s gaze very briefly strays to your shirt that unravels, just barely covering your breasts. Were you not wearing a bra?
“For every shower you take after the initial one, you have to set aside two dollars extra towards the water bill and for the love of all things holy, please start eating dinner at a reasonable time- you make it impossible to like you when I’m forced to wake up at two in the morning almost every single night.” With one push off the counter, you’re off towards the hallway to your bedroom, the heat of Jungkook’s stare burning into the back of your skull as you pass by him.
Jungkook sighs.
“I try, you know.” His quiet words halt you in your steps. “I knew you never liked me but I never knew why...that much was always a mystery. It never stopped me from trying to be the best damn roommate you’re ever going to have.” You twist around, taking in his stance. Now his arms are crossed, the towel once on his head now draped over his arm. “And yet you still hate me.”
You’re disarmed, mouth suddenly dry as you take in his words. Jungkook continues. “I...I just don’t get it- and I have to admit it’s a little disheartening,” He takes an idle step forward. “I don’t know what to expect from you- one moment you’re scolding me and the next…” His eyes trail to the exposed delve between your breasts, carefully covered underneath your unbuttoned shirt. You coil into yourself, wrapping your shirt over your chest again as you shift your gaze to the marks of ink blossomed over his skin. “And the next you’re staring at me.” Steadily dragging his gaze back up towards your eyes, he smirks and speaks again. “Kind of like you’re staring right now.”
If there’s one thing you hate the most, it’s being called out. Your pride is wounded and you rise to the challenge, huffing a bemused breath. You shoot back with faux scorn. “I’m only staring because you’re practically naked in front of me. Have you no decency in the presence of a woman?” This makes Jungkook cock an eyebrow, and he finds himself closing more distance between the two of you.
He laughs, mirthless but nonetheless amused by your rebuke. “Usually in the presence of a woman like you, decency is the last thing on my mind.” Leisurely, you’re losing each other in one another’s gaze.
You scoff. “Like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t play coy, you and I both know you’re not near as good as you think you are.”
This statement catches you off guard, wholeheartedly. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes flicker between the towel that’s barely clinging around his waist to his eyes that have seemingly darkened, ablaze with something akin to salacity. Jungkook licks his lips, the length of his damp hair sending a tiny trickle of water down the side of his face. “And that doesn’t even count all the weird shit I’ve heard in this house.” Now you’re the one gulping, frozen in place as he takes another step closer. “You moan in your sleep, you moan when you touch yourself at night...” Your eyes widen in horror, he had heard you that night and possibly every night after that.
“I’ll never forget what your friend said on the phone, you know. With lips like that…you make it impossible to forget anything about you.”
Shit.
He’s gotten closer, much closer. With anyone else, the lack of distance between you would be nothing short of uncomfortable and unwanted, but you find yourself pulled towards him. The closing of the gap between you is mutual, and before you have a chance to shoot back a reply, his lips are hovering above yours. “Pretty lips that make pretty noises.” And then, his mouth is on yours.
Your knees nearly give out.
Before anything else, you’re filled with shock, an invasive shock. How could he be doing this?
He… He’s…he’s actually a pretty good kisser. You’re swept away, his arms cocooning around you. His lips pillow against your own, his tongue the taste of mint.
Jungkook is damp from his shower, his skin slick and cool under your touch as you slide your arms around his neck. This motion beckons you closer, pushing your lips harder against his. He walks you backwards and you follow suit, mouths remaining on one another as your back hits the wall right next to your bedroom door. There is absolutely no turning back now.
His hands are sliding down your body, feeling every curve of your body underneath his palms as he squeezes and kneads until he’s reached your ass. You moan into his mouth when he grabs handfuls of your bottom, a calculated grip that he uses to push your pelvic bone against his growing erection. This invites his tongue into your parted mouth, taking in the taste of yours into his own. They cushion around each other, a synchronous valse that only grows the moisture in between your legs. You feel his want for you build against your stomach, the thickness that lays just beyond his towel.
Jungkook’s teeth find the plump of your bottom lip, a gentle gnaw at the flesh before he’s tugging at it. The whimper you let out only elicits a growl to emit from his chest, the hands on your ass now sliding up your sides until they’re cupping your face. It’s then that his clear want for you becomes evident, a taut prominence poking against your stomach.
“M’Jungkook…” You whimper into his mouth, his right hand moving from your cheek to the base of your neck. You gasp as his palm pushes against your sternum, the fingers wrapped around your neck tightening in the slightest as you’re pushed farther against up against the wall. Jungkook hums in response, his lips relentless against your own.
His mouth works in precise vigour against your own. It’s as if he has been starved of this moment for too long, days, weeks of holding himself back. You can’t stop yourself either, not quite being able to comprehend the happenings of this exact moment. Nights of pleasuring yourself to the thought of your roommate and here you two are, your cunt seemingly progressing into an ocean of slick and his cock ready to be smothered in it.
Jungkook pulls away, and when you get a chance to look at him, his cheeks are powdered in a shade of rose, his lips marginally swollen from your heated kissing and his eyes ablaze with a craving you can’t even describe. “Not so smart with that mouth now, are you?”
You swallow thickly, words failing you. Your eyes glance towards the roses stoic on his neck. Oh, how you’d like to lick over them. The situation is beyond words, and you reckon if it hadn’t been, that actions still would fare far better than words.
Jungkook drops to his knees in front of you and fiercely grabs your hips. You inhale sharply, head dropping as your fingers instinctively grasp for purchase against his impossibly broad shoulders. They’re marked with feathers that lead down his biceps in the shape of wings. You can’t help but dig in, your nails leaving thin red crescents slashing across the ink as your back rests against the wall.
“You think you can get away moaning my name every night?” He groans, alternating between breaths and kisses around your pelvis, slowly moving past your navel. His fingers hook around the belt loops in your pants, his free hand eagerly tugging down your zipper. With precision, he pulls your pants down until you’re clad in only your underwear. Thank God, you chose today of all days to wear a thong. The baby pink silk, smooth underneath his fingertips. Jungkook looks up at you wishfully, his doe eyes radiating a boyish innocence that contradicts the ink littering his skin. But then he speaks, his voice a soft growl.
“I hope you taste as delicious as you look,” he says, not doubting for a second that you won’t as he bites the elastic of your thong. You are breathless; it’s hard not to be when Eros himself is between your legs, yearning for a taste of your dripping sex.
Your breath catches in your throat, Jungkook’s thumb skimming down your pubic bone to where you want, need it the most. You shiver as he circles against your clit through the cloth, a purposeful pressure that has you tightening your grip on his shoulders. He can feel the moisture against the fabric, your arousal clinging against the material.
“I didn’t even have to touch you and you’re already this wet for me, baby?” He licks his lips, fingers running up and down your thighs. The nickname baby stays with you, lingers and only soaks you further. You roll your head back against the wall, letting his fleeting fingers latch around the band of your thong before you feel them being tugged down your legs.
It’s almost instinctive for you to want to cross your leg over the other, to keep Jungkook from seeing you so bare and needy for him. But of course, Jungkook doesn’t let this happen. He kisses your right hip bone before tracing a bold lick diagonally down to your pelvis. Your fingers rub against his shoulders, one hand gliding up the back of his head to comb through the mass of his damp dark curls.
Jungkook hikes one of your legs over his shoulder, letting the balm of your foot rest against the delve of his back as he spreads you above him. A broad hand pushes your hip back against the wall, the one leg you’re balanced on steady underneath his aiding grip. He uses his free hand to run his second and third digit up and down your wet folds. You shiver.
He looks up at you once more. This time, a lopsided smug grin adorns his face as he beams you a set of perfect teeth, the familiar indents of his dimples marking against his lower cheeks. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” You’re moaning in response to this, leg wavering as you feel the slide of Jungkook’s forefinger push into you. He hums in appreciation, your tightness inviting the chafe of his finger. He places a chaste kiss just above your pubic bone as he begins a slow rhythmic pump of his finger.
“Fuck,” you breath out, the ridges of his calloused digit filling you far greater than your own ever has. You can’t even begin to imagine how his dick will feel, your fingers laced into his hair tightening their hold as well.
It’s when you feel the point of Jungkook’s deft tongue stroke against your clit that you cry out, his hand gripping your hip harder against the wall as he feels you waver above him. Your eyes flutter to a close, letting him have his way with you against his tongue. He uses it mercilessly, flicks pointed and dexterous against your clit as his finger pushes in and out of your tight heat. “Oh my god, Jungkook.” He inserts another finger and you nearly lose yourself.
Your eyes are rolled back, your hips involuntarily jerking away from Jungkook’s grip as they push forward in search of more of his mouth. You feel it bubbling inside you, each stroke of his fingers and each swirl of his tongue making it impossible for you to focus on anything else but this feeling. He laps around your clit, strict and continuous. When you open your eyes to look down, you see his gorgeous hair enveloped in the thread of your fingers. You’ve never been eaten out against a wall like this and it only adds more to your impending undoing.
Jungkook’s digits move quicker now, with each pump comes a curl that elicits the neediest of whimpers to fall past your lips. He feels his cock twitch with every sound you make, a melodic hymn to his ears. He alternates between sharp flicks and taking the whole of your clit with his mouth in a gentle siphon. This time there is no barrier of a wall between the two of you, this time he can hear you as vividly as he hears the tits chirp outside his window every morning and this time, you are not using a vibrator on yourself, he’s fucking you with his tongue.
He can feel you tightening against his fingers, your walls clenching unimaginably tight around him with every stroke. You are close, so very close and the feel of his relentless tongue lapping around your clit along with his slender fingers has you seeing nothing but the ceiling above you. Jungkook picks up the pace of his tongue as well, his head moving in vigour as he fervently pushes the wet muscle against your bead.
He senses it coming before you do, his tongue and fingers in a violent rhythm. You jerk above him, your hold on his hair impossibly tight as you let yourself go, crying out his name from your orgasm. He feels your squirt spray out of you, it coats his mouth and chin, sprinkling even to his chest as you shake above him. Jungkook does not stop, digits pumping even faster, tongue continuing their assault.
You chant his name as you writhe underneath his grasp. The sensation becomes too much within seconds of your orgasm but somehow his persistence makes it feel as if you can come all over again.
“J-jungkook p-please,” you beg, your fingers unraveling from his hair and tightening onto his shoulders as you try to push him away. He follows suit, unlatching his mouth from your heat before languidly rising to his feet.
When you look at him, his lips are swollen and painted in your clear arousal, your squirt coating down the cleft of his chin, streaming his neck and sprinkled across his chest. It matches his damp hair, uniform with the wetness of his previous shower.
“You...just...squirted. All over me.” You can’t quite tell if this statement holds aversion at first. Truth be told, you’ve never squirted from a man’s tongue against you.
Jungkook steps closer. “Do you know how fucking hot that was?” You don’t know, but Jungkook is taking your hand into his and placing it over it his very hard bulge. You gasp at the feel underneath your palms, unyielding to your touch. It’s far greater of a bulge than you’ve ever felt before.
You smell yourself on him, a faint fragrance that you taste when Jungkook leans forward to kiss you with greed. His mouth his sticky, kisses lingering against your lips. When he pulls away, his fingers glide over the knot that holds his towel up. You watch him, eagerly as he pulls at the twist, letting the towel to fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Fuck.
Holy fuck.
“Oh my god,” you catch yourself saying out loud.
Jungkook is big. Larger, thicker than you could have ever imagined. An erect serpentine that lays firmly in his hand as he takes the base of his cock in his palm, you can’t look away. You gulp, eyes flickering between his daunting length and his growing smirk. Your mouth suddenly feels parched, a tentative tongue poking through the seams of your lips to swipe over your lips. Something about him not using the towel to directly wipe off your squirt makes your stomach flip with somersaults, so aroused by the idea of him wearing your ograsm on him with pride.
Jungkook twirls his forefinger in the air. “Turn around,” he commands and you oblige, twisting your body as you lay the flat of your palms against the cool wall. Jungkook pulls at your hips, mumbling words of profanities as your ass grinds against his thick erection. He already feels so full against your heat.
Kicking your legs open and apart, his feet stand in between yours, making it impossible for you to close them. He places a kiss against your shoulder, your forehead rested flush to the wall as a tender hand kneads at the cheek of your ass. He spanks it once, the echo of both the slap and your yelp of surprise travelling down the hall.
Hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, his damp hair tickles your neck as he whispers. “Think you can take it, baby?”
“Y-yes.” Your answer is short and breathless, hips instinctively grinding against him for further proof of your want. This earns you another spank and Jungkook is taking the base of his cock in one hand, spreading your cheeks with his free hand as he lines up to your cunt.
He nudges past your folds with his head, speaking in a low growl. “Good girl. Now let’s hear you scream.” He pushes in.
The stretch of his tip pressing into you tingles with a sizzling burn, the pressure that follows has your fingers curling against the wall and an arm reaching back to grasp onto Jungkook’s hip.
He takes your offering hand, interlocking your fingers together as he pushes another inch into you before pulling back out. He lets you adjust, your mixed moans echoing throughout the hallway as he juts his head forward to fill you once again.
His girth pinches against your walls, deliciously so and Jungkook pauses every couple of moments to let you feel every inch fill you until he’s reached the hilt.
He lets your hand go and you bring it back to press against the wall in aid of holding you up. “That’s it, baby...take every inch of it.” His voice is low, husky, something so carnally divine in the clip of his syllables that it has you rolling your head back. “You’re doing so fucking good. Does it feel good?”
“Y-yes,” you say as you exhale shakily.
He rolls out of you, his name just on the edge of your tongue before he’s thrusting forward to have it spill out of your mouth. The velvet smooth feel of Jungkook’s cock mixing with your slick arousal makes the pinching sensation come to an ease. He’s swearing behind you, alternating between muttered profanities and guttural moans.
“So. Fucking. Tight. You feel so good, baby, taking me so well.” His fingers are firmly grasping onto your hips, his thrusts now beginning a steady rhythm as he steadily fucks you against the wall. Jungkook’s girth knocks the breath out of you, a full pressure that fills your tight cunt so satisfyingly, you almost lose yourself a second time within minutes from your first orgasm.
Jungkook is panting behind you, fingers surely leaving bruises against your skin as he speeds his hips to pound into you. He loosens his grip, three of his digits tracing a line down your spine before cutting around your waist and hovering above your clit. “Come again for me, baby. One more time, squirt for me.” It’s with these words that you decide, you don’t want to squirt on the floor once more, you want to squirt on him, on top of him.
“W-wait.” You reach your arm back, pressing the flat of your hand to his hip in a gesture to stop. He stills immediately.
“Did I hurt you?” The worry in his voice only causes you to release a breathless laugh, shaking your head no in reassurance.
“I want to ride you.” How could Jungkook ever say no to that? Without a beat of hesitance, he slides out of you, taking his cock in his hand before lightly tapping the head against each of your cheeks. Gripping your waist, he spins you to face him, a dimpled smile greeting you as you reach his gaze.
“Mm, is that so?” He asks and you nod, returning his smile. The dim glow of sunlight pouring into the hallway allows you to see the glowy sheen of his sweat and your arousal glimmer against his face and chest, enhancing his tattoos. The dampness of his curls have dried but a new layer of perspiration forms a film over his forehead.
You take Jungkook’s hand in yours, leaning forward to place a chase kiss on his lips before you’re leading him into your bedroom. You walk him backwards, your hands on his shoulders and his eyes focused nowhere but on yours. It’s when the back of his knees knock against the edge of your bed that he’s forced to have a seat.
He expects you to straddle him, you see it in the glimmer of his doe eyes but instead, you drop to your knees in front of him, arms separating his inked thighs apart. This takes Jungkook by surprise, he cocks his head to the side, an eyebrow raising in question.
You hands glide up and down his legs, a grin stretching across your face as you lean forward and place a gentle peck to the base of his thick cock. Jungkook hums in satisfaction, eyes holding a challenge as he watches you with great concentration.
The pink of his head looks all too inviting as you take his cock in your hands. As you do so, Jungkook’s hands roam up your arms before they’re resting on each of your shoulders. He benignly grips at the tense muscles of your shoulders, thumbs moving in circles over your skin. “You’re tense.” He vocalizes.
“You’re fucking huge.” You hit back, eyes wide and mouth salivating at the heaviness in your grasp. It’s tacky, coated in you as you swipe a thumb over the head and Jungkook hisses above you. When you look up at him, his dark eyes are speared to your movements, teeth gritted. You begin moving your hands up and down his length.
“You can take it in your mouth, can’t you?” The tone in his voice depicts a challenge and your ears nearly perk in interest. Of course you can take him in your mouth. You lean forward, Jungkook’s broad hands leaving the expanse of your shoulders to slide up the sides of your head. His fingers comb your hair back, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. The movement flexes the muscles on his inked biceps and you have to admit to yourself that he looks so fucking good.
Jungkook is all too eager as he watches you, the flat of your tongue sticking out to lick around the rim of his head. He chokes back a groan, grip on your hair tightening. You stretch your mouth as wide as you can, a discomfort to your movement as you engulf the whole of his head with your tongue. Jungkook inhales a sharp breath, fingers threaded into your hair as he eases you down to take more of him.
You wrap your lips around the velvet tip, beginning a slow suction. “Fuck,” Jungkook mumbles from above you, shifting on the mattress, watching you. “Open wider, baby.” You do as asked, jaw already sore from the girth of his head alone. He pushes his hips off the mattress in the slightest, grip on your hair firm as he thrusts more of himself into your mouth.
You’re careful not to let your teeth graze over the skin of his cock, your fingers tightening around his length before you start to twist your wrists and continue sucking. Jungkook is careful to be gentle with you, very tenderly urging his cock to fill more of your mouth. It shocks you when you feel the blunt of his head hit the cap of your airway, eliciting a gag.
Jungkook pulls out a millimeter before he’s pushing back in, teeth gritted and eyes focused. Your mouth looks so pretty stuffed with his cock; it’s almost as pretty as your cunt taking him to the hilt.
Another gag rumbles out of you and vibrates against his member, this time, Jungkook being the one to moan. His hips stutter in shallow thrusts into your mouth and you feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision.
The sounds of your gagging bounces off the walls of your bedroom, followed by the guttural moans of Jungkook as he fucks your mouth. Each thrust of his hips causes the head of his cock to push past your airway.
You release your hold around his length, fingers thickly coated in your own saliva as you find purchase of the flesh of his thighs. You let him have his way with you, your mouth stretched as wide as you can physically make it and a single thread of a tear rolling down your cheek. You look up through the flutters of your eyelashes, pleased to see the Adam’s apple in Jungkook’s throat bob up and down while his head is thrown back in pleasure.
The sudden pull of his cock from your mouth comes with a light ‘pop’ followed by you gasping for air. Using his hold on your hair, he jerks your hair back so you’re forced to look up at him. He hungrily latches his lips onto yours, sloppy and wet with a relentless tongue that intrudes your mouth.
You slide your hands over his thighs, towards the ridges of muscles on his abdomen as he helps you rise to your feet. Your right palm travels up his chest, your other arm circling around Jungkook’s neck as you let him grab a handful of your ass. With a persuasive lift, he places you on his lap, your legs wrapping around his torso as his mouth remains on yours.
“M’let me ride m’you,” you gasp in between kisses, Jungkook’s toned arms looping around your waist as he shuffles closer to the edge of the mattress.
“Yeah?” He moves from your mouth to the edge of your jaw.
“Please.” Jungkook loosens his grip around your waist, letting you rest the front of your calves on either side of him. You situate yourself, raising your hips as your hand finds his still, very erect length to line against your core.
“Look at you so needy for my cock, don’t hate me so much anymore?” The smugness in his tone only grants him a glare from you, a chuckle following his tease. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in need of you too.” You have noticed, his massive cock hasn’t wavered in want in the slightest since he first kissed you.
You huff a breath. “I never hated you.” Rubbing his head a few times over your sex, you finally sink down onto it, your cunt eagerly taking in his head. You gasp at the feel of this new position, his length gliding in much smoother with your previous practice. “You just need to start washing your fucking dish- ah!” You cry out, hands fumbling to grasp at his shoulders as Jungkook juts his hips up, slamming into you. His girth stretches your walls once again and he feels so fucking delicious in you like this. Quite frankly, you’re unsure if you’ll be able to go back to an average sized penis ever again.
“Mm, I should keep pissing you off if it means I get to shut you up like this.” His voice hitches at the last word as you pick your hips up and ram yourself back down onto his cock. You both moan at this, your arms once again looping around Jungkook’s neck as his hands firmly grip your hips in guidance.
Your teeth clash as you kiss him with each bounce of your hips, the position more so letting you gently rock over his cock. Your clit rubs against his skin with each roll of your hips, making sure you alternate between circling your hips and bouncing on his cock. Jungkook is losing himself, you know this because he holds you tightly, firmly as he lets you take control. You ride him hard and slow, the pre crescendo to his coming end.
“Come for me, Jungkook,” You moan against the shell of his ear, legs losing stamina as you try to keep a rhythmic pace. But Jungkook doesn’t want to finish just yet, he wants you to come again too.
You yelp as he slides his hands under your ass, lifting you off him before he’s throwing you onto the mattress so you’re on your back. He stands up, above you at the edge of your bed, taking your knees in the crevice of his elbows before yanking you towards him.
“Where is it?” He gruffs, fingers gripping your waist.
“What?”
“Your vibrator, where is it?” If you weren’t flushed already from Jungkook’s cock, you’d be blushing at his knowledge that you even had one. You stretch your arm above you, fingers reaching underneath a pillow where you usually keep it hidden. Grasping the device in hand, you bring it out, idly waving it in front of the ink-skinned boy. He grins, the youthful boy-like glint returning in the doe of his eyes as he releases your leg from the arm that extends to retrieve it from you.
Inspecting the controls, he finds the power button, clicking it on. A low buzz fills the room. the words that follow leaving you breathless again.
“Ah...now there’s the noise I like to hear every night.” Clicking it back off, Jungkook places it carefully next you before hooking your leg back around his elbow, hoisting your hips up. You watch with eager eyes as he pokes his tongue past his lips, letting a string of saliva drizzle carefully over his cock. He smooths the slick over his cock, letting it coat the entirety of his length before he’s guiding his head against your opening.
He gently slaps his head against your clit before rubbing against it, letting your arousal build once more. You shift your hips in impatience, fingers gripping tightly against your sheets. Jungkook leans down towards your mouth, claiming your lips once more, hard and deep. He tastes of sweat and your arousal, a tinge of salt that you lick away. When he pulls away, he’s pushing his cock into you again.
The curve of his dick hits differently with this position, now he has more control with hitting just the right spots. He’s slow at first, frustrating slow as if he’s testing each stroke of his hips to see how you react. When he’s surging forward until he’s got an inch remaining, you’re crying out loud.
“Here?” He asks and you nod profusely, words unable to form on your tongue. Jungkook pushes even deeper, another cry escaping your lungs at the new fullness. Your grip around your sheets grow tighter, teeth harshly biting down on your lip as he begins steady rock in and out of you.
You’ve never been filled so well like this, his cock hitting every surface area of your inner walls as he stretches you delectably with each roll of his hips. He fucks into you, hard and deep, changing from circling his hips to pistoning into you with no mercy. He talks filth into the air, profanities and moans chased by the sounds of skin slapping as he relentlessly plummets into you.
He can feel you about to come, the pressure of your clenched walls tightening around him to un unprecedented degree. With each thrust, your cunt only eagerly invites him back in, needy for his spurts of cum. This is when Jungkook grabs the vibrator he placed beside you, thumb quick to power the device on. You yelp and mewl as he places the silicone tip against your clit, the vibration ringing through both of you. The sensation is overwhelming, the girth of his cock mixed with the jolts of your stimulated clit leave you near screaming his name. You shake underneath him, legs quivering as you feel the rise of your orgasm build through your entire body.
“You can squirt again, baby. I know you can. I know you want to.” Your body jerks and still as the combination of one more thrust and the vibe hit you exactly where you need it to, to come undone. Jungkook doesn’t fight it, the pressure of your squirt pushing his cock out of your tightness. “That’s it, darling, so fucking hot.” He keeps the vibrator on you and you whimper, releasing the clutch of the sheets as you flail your arms towards the vibrator in an attempt to push it away from you. Jungkook does not budge.
“P-please, fuck, Jungkook...it’s too much, please.” He does not stop, watching you with intent as your body shakes underneath his control of the vibrator. He knows you can come again.
“One more time.” Your legs are desperately trying to clamp shut but Jungkook expertly holds your legs apart with his torso as he continues assaulting your clit with the silicone. It buzzes against you, rings through your entire body and within minutes you’re coming all over again. It’s so intense, you nearly black out, your voice clamouring to a scream of Jungkook’s name.
He turns it off and throws it somewhere on the mattress before he’s sliding into you with ease. He fucks your squirt back into you with a push of his cock.
This time, Jungkook wastes no time. This time, he drills into you, clamping your legs together as he pushes them forward until your knees hit your chest. This position allows him to go deeper, watching your cunt swallow every inch of his cock with greed along with every thrust of his hips. He feels his orgasm rapidly approaching.
Each snap of his hips become sloppier, his laboured breathing sporadic as his fingers dig harshly into your calves.
“Where do you want me to come?” He rasps, pulling your legs apart once more.
“I-inside me, please.” Your words elicit a mumbled fuck from him followed by a groan. You watch him through lidded eyes, your head thick and heavy from your plentiful of orgasms. Jungkook looks like the God of sex himself above you, sweat dribbling down his forehead, his dark long waves spilling over his eyes, his inked chest glistening and his muscles flexing with every grind of his hips into you. He is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. “Come, Jungkook,” you coo, egging him to come undone. “Come inside me.”
With the last phrase, his hips stutter and still before he’s gasping for a breath as he spills himself into you. He shouts your name, voice getting caught in his throat. He steadily moves again, milking every last drop of himself inside of you as your walls achingly aid him.
As he comes to a stop, the room is filled with nothing but the sounds of your mixed heavy panting. Jungkook leans forward, pressing a heavy kiss against your lips before he’s pulling away from your mouth and away from your cunt. He watches, mesmerized as his cum dribbles out of you. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, your tight cunt filled to the brim with his seed.
“Fuck,” he pants, reaching his arm out to help you sit up. You roll your head forward into your palms, the rush of dopamine pounding into your skull with a massive headache. “You okay?” He asks and you nod your head, face still encompassed by your hands.
“You...should piss me off more often.” Jungkook chuckles at this. When you look up from your hands, his wavy locks have a newfound dampness, beads of sweat encompassing his tattooed chest. He’s grinning, a lopsided grin that leaves you with a warm feeling pounding in your chest.
Jungkook offers you a hand, guiding you off the bed. You take it, letting him pick you up to your feet with the strength of his biceps.
“Yeah, yeah I should.” You’re both walking out your bedroom and towards the shower.
Seokjin wears nothing but a grimace at the kitchen island as he watches you and Jungkook coo at each other. He’s just returned from his trip abroad, hands crossed over his chest as he observes the blasphemy before his eyes. Jungkook is by the stove, flipping the last of Seokjin’s steak and you’re beside him preparing a salad on the counter.
“Disgusting.” Seokjin scowls. “I leave for three months and this happens?” He scoffs at the thought of the two of you cooking him steak for dinner, as if it would break the bearer of this terrible, awful news. You two are now dating. His best friend and his roommate- to Seokjin, it’s an ultimate betrayal.
You sigh and roll your eyes, setting your freshly made salad in front of him as Jungkook brings over a sizzling pan of steak. He wears a grin on his face, a grin that matches yours before you’re leaning on your tiptoes to kiss against the indented dimple against his lower cheek. Seokjin nearly gags at this.
He truly thought he’d be rid of you as soon as this lease had ended but here you were, snogging who he thought to be his best friend. He thinks he’ll have to burn his mattress too.
“Great,” he says, deadpan, picking up his knife and fork. “I’m stuck with you forever now.” With the greatest of fake enthusiasm, he musters a disingenuous smile and angrily digs into his steak.
He hates that it’s delicious.
all rights reserved © jeongi
a/n: HEWWOOOO. how u feeling!? 🥴i REALLY!!! did not expect this fic to be so long holy shit im so sorry, i went out of control!!!! this was very loosely based off real-life events that were then fuelled by jungkook’s lotte concert look. and badda bing, badda boom, a 13k fic of pure smut is born and i am wholly unashamed of myself. i really hope you enjoyed reading this filth, it was very fun for me to write!!! please let me know what you think and as always, thank you for reading and i love youuuu 💞
#bts smut#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#armiesnet#bangtanarmynet#ggukienet#jeon jungkook#jungkook#bangtan smut#btssmutclub#networkbangtan#bts x reader#jungkook x you#bts x you#bts#oneshot#fic#kpop
17K notes
·
View notes
Text
Welcome to The Shorties
#Enjoy#I'm back#bts#will post here if people like it#btssmutcentral#btssmutclub#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stranded-BTS pt.2
Italic=Korean Normal=English
“Jungkook!" I screamed again.
I stop walking and yelling trying to listen for footsteps or anything. I hear a branch break a little ways ahead of me and without thinking I run towards the noise. As I got closer I slowed down, "Jungkook?"
I sigh in relief and I walk closer and see him sitting on a branch, with his back facing towards me. "I'm sorry" I say sincerely.
"It's okay," He says blankly.
I didn't expect him to be upset with me, “What’s wrong?”
"You were with Taehyung, right?" He says and turns to look at me. "I know he likes you"
"I mean yeah but he was only showing me the cave"
He smiles at me. "You understood me but you lied" He laughs.
"What?"
He laughs again. "I saw you guys kissing," He says. When I don’t answer, he says, "You were just messing around, right?"
"He kissed me" I say..
He pats the spot next to him. "It’s okay. I’m not mad" I sat next to him.
“Well you're upset about something”
“It’s nothing.”
I don’t believe him, I’m not stupid. Somethings up with him, with all of them, I think I know what but I don’t wanna assume their feelings for me. Besides, if they like me they’re gonna have to tell me themselves. Jungkook and I sit on the branch until the sun starts to go down. We don't talk much, but it isn't awkward.
"We should go back, the others are probably worried." I say. I didn’t mean to say it in Korean, it just kinda…came out.
"So good." Jungkook says.
"What?"
"Nothing, do you wanna check your traps on our way back?"
"Yeah." On the way back none of the traps were touched except the last one we checked. As we got closer we heard noises. Squeals kinda and snorts.
"Jungkook, it's a boar."
'"A what?" He asks.
"A wild pig"
"A boar?"
"I don't know what you just said but I'm gonna agree with you." I say.
The pig is trapped in the thick net being held down by the heavy rocks attached to it. It was smaller than the normal boar. it was probably young. This thing would last us a week if not more, and we really need the food. It was struggling to get free, it was almost pushed all the way to the ground because the net was so small.
"I-I can't" I say.
"It's okay" Jungkook pats my back. "I'll take care of it." He looks around and picks up a big stick close by. "Turn around." I do as he says and cover my ears so I won’t have to hear it. I stand like that until I feel a tap on my back and I turn around and uncover my ears. "lets go"
Jungkook was using the net as a bag to carry the pig. When we Arrive back at the base all the members gather around us.
"We got food." Jungkook says as he lifts the net up a little bit.
"Hell yeah! Who wants some bacon!" Jin yells. Jin takes the net and walks away and I sneak off to sit by fire while everyone talks to Jungkook.
Namjoon notices and follows me. "You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah." I say dryly.
"You seem upset."
"Aren't you? I mean...our situation isn't exactly Ideal."
"No but we have food, water, and each other."
"Yeah but how long before we all start fighting because we're all trapped together on an island. What if we're not so lucky next time in the food department, and not only that there are other human needs that make people restless and irritable."
"You mean being sexually frustrated?"
"Well I was thinking more about me being a girl and having periods but see that's another example we can all relate to."
"Yeah you have a point. "
"I always do." I say sarcastically. We both laugh.
"This might be TMI but I will start my period soon and I didn't bring anything."
"I thought it was some kinda unspoken rule as a girl to always bring stuff. "
"Well considering i had just gotten off my period and we weren't supposed to be here let alone be gone this long. I didn't think I'd need to."
"I guess, what are you gonna do?"
"I have no idea."
"Well whatever you do..you'll have our support." He says.
"You say that til' I'm curled up in a ball crying for the fifth time that day" I laugh.
Namjoon laughs, "I think we'll manage. How about tomorrow we work on upgrading the campsite like building stuff, i mean if we're gonna be here for a while we should make it home...right?"
"Okay I actually know how to build quite a few things."
"Thank god because I do not."
I laugh, "Then why'd you suggest it?"
"I figured we could just figure it out, thankfully we have you" I smiled and looked away. " Why don't you go change into something warmer"
I nod and go to mine and Jungkook's tent. It's a really big tent, I could stand up in it, Jungkook can't but I can. It has two rooms in it, all of their tents do but we use the second room to keep all of our stuff. It's not a lot but it's something. I unzip the tent and take my shoes off before stepping in and zipping the tent back up.
I take off my shirt before reaching the back room where our clothes are and throw the shirt in a pile of dirty clothes. as i'm peeling my swimsuit off I hear jungkook say.
"Omg"
I immediately cover up, "Jungkook?"
Jungkook was only in boxers standing in front of me. We stare at each other for a couple of seconds before averting our eyes and turning away from each other. "You get dressed." Jungkook says.
I grab a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie and I quickly finish undressing and putting everything on. I scurry past jungkook and fall out of the tent. Literally. I put my shoes on and join the others at the fire.
Jin was cooking pig meat. I sit in between yoongi and Hobi. I noticed they looked at the hoodie weirdly. I look down and realize that I have Jungkook's hoodie on.
"Fuck" I whisper.
Looking around our campsite I try to come up with ideas on what I can make. I'm gonna make a couple benches to put around the fire. I know that. I also want to build something big that we can sit under with the fire. and maybe a small ‘cabin’ we can all sit in when it's raining or just whenever but that's gonna be last since it'll take the longest and I'm gonna need to figure out how I'm gonna do it. I know one thing for sure though...I don't care what I have to do, I'll make sure we all get off of this island safe, happy and healthy. I don't care how long it takes.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
permission to pleasure | ot7 oneshots | myg
⇥· permission to pleasure | myg | s x r | <1.0k | ao3
⇥· ft. idol!min yoongi x reader
⇥· themes. dry humping, fingering, mirror sex, cumplay
⇥· warnings. unprotected sex, rough sex
⇥· synopsis: scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.
⇥· chapters. knj | ksj | myg | jhs | pjm | kth | jjk
⇥· notes: i'm back, and my god, the things i would do to red yoongi! + completely blown away by the PTD LA shows, and needed to get the horniness out somehow lmao. short little oneshots for each member will come through the rest of the year in fanchant order + i'll add tags as i go -- so pls subscribe, kudo + like! it keeps me motivated. enjoy!
⇥· tags: @taestrwbrry @aretha170
"Fuck, you looked so good tonight, Yoongi." A moan escapes your mouth into his, and you envelop Yoongi's warm tongue with your own, the fabric of his black tee bunching in between your fingers.
Your fingertips rake through his damp hair, your tongue gliding up his thick Adam's apple before you move to suckle his neck. Popping your lips from his skin, you nibble at the thin flesh before licking at the patch of skin again to soothe the ache. He blows air from his nose, throwing his neck back, his fingers beginning to rake through your locks.
You're facing him and locked to his lap; only managing to let out a sensual sigh as he rocks his hips underneath you — his thick shaft growing hard right below your sweet spot.
Both you and Yoongi could only always manage to communicate without words, and you continue to groan as his stiff cock brushes against your swollen cunt. You lean back and grip his legs for leverage before pushing your weight back and forth on his cock over his pants.
"Fuck..." His teeth bite down hard on his bottom lip as he takes you in — looking from the slick angle of your waist up to how your breasts subtly rock with each motion. He grabs your shoulder, then squeezes it, before moving his hand to knead your breast. You moan, mimicking how he bites his own lips as you look down at him. "You're so sexy...you're gonna make me bust just like this if you don't stop..." He laments, and you smirk before you rise from his lap.
You turn around, back facing him and you sit your ass on his lap, rocking your hips around him again in a figure-eight to tease him further. You turn your head to face his and grab his jaw, slowly taking his lips in yours. You gasp into his mouth, the intensifying pleasure of his hard cock right under your core affecting you more than you expect.
To relieve your lust, you grab one of his hands — pushing it up underneath your skirt. You look at him in the eyes expectantly and he bites his lip again. He shoves your skirt up and begins tickling at your clit through your underwear, a deep, throaty moan traveling through your ear.
"Want me to...?" He drags out a moan into your hair, nuzzling his mouth into your ear. You pull one of his hands up, encasing his long, bony middle finger in between your tongue. Your tongue swirls around the length of it, and he groans in pleasure before he pulls your underwear to the side with his free hand.
His finger, loaded with spit, slides effortlessly inside of you, the pleasure causing you to clench around his sole finger. He quickly detects this, sliding a second finger in. You suck air in through your teeth, his lips sealing yours. "You hear that, honey?" He growls, his breath hot — wet — inside the core of your ear. The sounds of his finger pumping inside of you quickly grow into a gushing sound; whines releasing from your throat as you reach euphoria.
"Mine." He whispers in a grit through his teeth while you shudder in his lap, and he pulls his fingers up to show you the translucent, white cream coating them. His fingers push into your mouth and you lick them clean, drawing an arrogant chuckle from the depths of Yoongi's throat.
You understood working Yoongi up always ended with him ruining you. He was going to fuck you the way he wanted now, and that you were going to cum.
Hard.
Suddenly, you find your cheek pressing against the makeup mirror in front of you, watching from the corner of your eye as the mirror grows foggy from the quickening pace of your breaths. The pads of his fingers press against your scalp, fingerfuls of your hair in between his digits. He tears your underwear to the side, entering you in one fell push and you yell. You press your hand on the mirror for leverage as he slams into you, the heat from your moans coating the mirror in fleeting white clouds.
"Take it," He grunts and you cry out at the pleasure, nearly desperate for him to not make you cum so quickly. He knots your hair inside of his fist, jerking your head back so you can watch him pummeling you from behind. "Fucking take- it- like a good...fucking girl." Skin meets skin loudly, and you can feel the pressure in your neck before he releases your hair. You gasp to catch your breath for a brief moment, but you cry out as you moan from the feeling of his cock getting even harder as he thrusts inside of you.
"So fucking wet for me..." Against all odds possible, his pace quickens, and you cry out again before he swiftly covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your moans as he thrusts. "You're tightening around my fat cock already, fuck-" His eyes grow dark, drunk, rabid — as you watch him through the mirror, his lips meeting the depths of your ear. "Watch how good I'm fucking you. How deep.” You whine in return, and he lifts one of his legs up onto the ledge to push his cock even deeper inside you.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well.” All you can do is gasp for air with each remaining thrust, and one last lunge inside your walls causes you to grit your orgasm through your teeth.
You quickly drop to your knees to grab his thighs, and he briskly jerks himself off onto your tongue. "F-f-fuuuuuuuuuuuuck-“ He snarls, and the slick, white ropes coat your mouth. You stick your tongue out, watching cum drip steadily down your body. You gather the wet strings up and insert your fingers into your mouth, looking up at him and rising from your knees with a smirk.
“I get real worked up, huh?” He blushes as he recalls his intensity, rubbing the back of his neck. “A little.” You giggle, placing hard, wet kisses onto his lips and wrapping your hands around his body.
“Don’t tempt me to fuck you in round two so quickly.” His hands travel to your hair and he tugs you from his lips, biting his own again as he looks into your eyes — and you chuckle in response.
⇥· links: masterlist | taglist signup
#bts smut#bts imagine#bts fanfic#yoongi smut#yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi x you#bts scenarios#btssmutclub#btsbookclub#bangtanidx
786 notes
·
View notes
Text
Embrace [KNJ]
➳ request from anon: You don’t have to if you don’t want to do it but a one shot where Namjoon and y/n cuddle a lot and they both get teased by the members and both Namjoon and y/n secretly like each other it can be smut or fluff or both.
➳ summary: You and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and you’ve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. You’ve always believed that Namjoon didn’t feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoon’s cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.
➳ pairing: Namjoon x reader
➳ genre: smut, fluff, best friends to lovers
➳ word count: 3.9k
➳ tags: smut, fingering, cuddling, grinding, sex in spooning position, mutual pining, accidental confession of love, bed sharing, mutual orgasm, loving possessiveness (i.e. “you’re mine” during sex), soft dom namjoon
➳ links: read this on ao3, link to my masterlist
The movie was almost over, but you weren’t ready to leave Namjoon’s warm embrace yet. You were sitting across his lap, his big strong arms around you, your head leaning on his shoulder where you’d nuzzled in to get warmer.
At least, that’s what you’d told him and yourself, that you’d needed to cuddle with him because you were cold and the other boys took all the blankets. In reality, you just loved the feeling of the man you were in love with holding you close. It let you pretend, at least for a little while, that he liked you back and you weren’t some pathetic loser in love with your best friend.
Not that Namjoon seemed to mind. The man loved cuddles maybe even more than you did, always hugging you from behind, pulling you into his lap, putting his arm around you when you sat together. The others always teased the two of you, asking if you’d finally gotten together yet, and Namjoon always blushed and hid his face and said it wasn’t like that, sending a stab of pain to your heart.
It wasn’t like that, and never would be. He just liked to cuddle with you, no ulterior motives or hidden feelings. You were his best friend and he trusted you more than anyone, and that was that.
You’d noticed when you’d first befriended him, how much he avoided physical contact. He didn’t like being touched by others, even his friends, but then came you — even if he wasn’t in love with you, you knew he cared about you deeply. You were the one person he let touch him, who he sought out physical affection from. It made your heart soar, how much you knew he liked and trusted you, even if it wasn’t romantically.
Now, snuggled up to him as the movie reached its climax, you could barely keep your eyes open. Being held by him always did this to you, especially when you could feel his gentle breathing lulling you to sleep. He was so big and warm, like your own personal teddy bear — your Joonie bear, you teasingly called him once — and as much as you always wanted to cherish being held, it always knocked you right out when it was like this, warm and cuddly and snuggled up together.
You could hear the movie winding down now, but you nuzzled in closer to him, feeling the way he squeezed his arms around you tighter, protective and loving. You hummed a small contented noise and he responded by touching his lips to your forehead, not quite kissing you there.
“Aww, check out the happy couple,” Taehyung jeered, making a few of the others laugh.
“Be quiet, you’ll wake her,” Namjoon murmured, ignoring their taunts, and you kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
“He’s so smitten, look at him!” Jimin laughed, and Namjoon tensed. You swore you could almost hear his heartbeat racing in his chest.
“Shut up,” Namjoon grumbled, bringing one hand up to rest gently on your head. You wondered if he was trying to cover your ear so you wouldn’t hear what the boys were saying, figuring he was just trying to stop them from waking you up.
The movie continued on, and Namjoon kept his hand in place on your head, a few times moving his fingers a little, stroking your hair back from your face. You made another little noise, sighing and snuggling in closer, and this time Namjoon responded by humming back to you, so quiet only you could hear him.
When the movie finished, you heard the others stretching in place or shifting around, packing up their stuff to head off to bed and talking amongst themselves. A few of them talked about plans for tomorrow, others about something that happened in the film. One of them turned off the television, and the room began to clear.
“Come on, baby, let’s go to bed,” Namjoon murmured into your hair, and you made a quiet noise in protest, not moving otherwise. You felt him laugh a little at your stubbornness, stroking your hair again in a way that made your heart ache.
“You that sleepy?” he asked, his deep voice a gentle murmur, and you didn’t respond to him, figuring a sleeping person should probably be less vocal.
He held you there for a moment, not moving or speaking. The other boys were all gone now, the room quiet and peaceful, and you could almost feel his eyes on your face, watching you. You wanted to open your eyes, but more than that, you didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment.
Namjoon began shifting then, moving forward a little with you still securely in place. You thought he was going to make you get off of him, but instead he held you closer, carefully standing up and holding you tight against his chest bridal-style. It took everything in you to keep your eyes closed and pretend to be asleep, when in reality your heart and mind were both racing.
Namjoon carefully stepped around the coffee table, holding you in his arms like you weighed nothing and this was no big deal to him. He’d never carried you like this before, and now, you never wanted him to put you down.
He took you to his bedroom. You’d know this familiar, comforting smell anywhere, even with your eyes closed, having slept in his bed quite a few times over the years and cherishing every moment of it. His room smelled like him, like cotton and clean laundry and just Namjoon, and you’d grown to cherish that smell, associating it with love and cuddles and your big cuddly Joonie.
He laid you down gently on his bed, pulling the covers up over you and stepping back. You heard him head off to his bathroom, tiptoeing on his way and easing the door closed quietly before brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. It was so domestic, so normal, it made your heart hurt. You wanted him with every fibre of your being, every atom in your body — you were already his, and you wanted him to be yours, for this to be your routine every night: carried off to bed by the love of your life.
You slept over often, whenever you spent time with the boys and they declared it was too late for you to go home, and you always ended up in Namjoon’s bed, cuddled up with him in a spare set of his pajamas. If the man was a cuddler when he was awake, he was on a whole new level asleep, always wrapping himself around you or nearly pulling you on top of him. He’d told you once that he needed to hug something when he slept, and when you weren’t there he hugged one of his pillows instead.
He stepped out of his bathroom then, turning off the lights and sneaking over to his side of the bed. You’d slept over enough times now to have your own side, your usual spot in his space, something the two of you instinctually did without even having to talk about it.
Namjoon settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and spooning you. You smiled lazily, lacing your fingers with his where they rested on your tummy.
“Love you, baby,” he murmured against your shoulder, and your eyes shot open, your whole body tensing and heart just about bursting out of your chest.
“Fuck,” Namjoon sighed, realizing his slip-up and that you weren’t as asleep as he’d thought you were.
Everything the other boys had said earlier, everything they always teased Namjoon about was bouncing around in your head now — you’d always thought they were making fun of you two because they didn’t understand your relationship or how two people could be close without dating. They’d said earlier tonight that Namjoon was smitten — had they seen something you hadn’t?
“Do you mean it, Joon?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible in the dark, still room.
Namjoon didn’t answer for a moment. You could almost hear the wheels turning in his brilliant head, and you wanted to turn around and look at him, take his face in your hands, but he’d laced his fingers with yours again, pulling your body closer to him as he tried to think up a response.
“Yeah,” he eventually said, making you suck in a harsh breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” you asked him, and you felt him bury his face in against your shoulder, hiding like he sometimes did when he felt shy.
“‘Cause I just ruined everything,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your shirt. “I love you so much, but you don’t feel the same way, and now I ruined it by telling you ‘cause you aren’t gonna want to be around me anymore.”
“But what if I love you too?” you said, and now it was his turn to freeze and tense up. You continued, using his shocked silence to explain yourself more, “I love you, you big doofus. You’re my best friend and I’m so stupidly in love with you it’s not even funny.”
“You do? You are?” he asked, and though you were facing away, still being spooned by him, you could almost see the dumbfounded look on his face, his wide eyes, his plush lips parted.
“Of course I’m in love with you,” you said, moving his hand where he held yours by your stomach, bringing it up in front of your face. “How could I not love you, Joon? You’re perfect.” You kissed his palm slowly, feeling him almost gasp before he let out a small whiney noise. “You’re my best friend,” you kissed his index fingertip, “You treat me so well,” his middle fingertip, “You’re the most handsome,” his ring finger, “kind,” his pinky, “sweet,” his thumb, “loving man in the world,” you kissed his index fingertip one more time, just to be thorough. “I never stood a chance, Joon.”
You kissed his palm again, this time slower, pressing your lips to his skin and closing your eyes. He made a whiney, defeated noise, nuzzling in closer to you and wrapping his other arm around you.
“Love you so much,” he murmured against your neck before pressing his lips there. “My angel, my baby, my princess. Mine, mine, mine.”
“Yours,” you said, sighing when you felt him kiss your neck again. “Yours forever, Joon.”
“Yours, too,” he mumbled. “I’ve belonged to you for a while now. Since we first met, pretty much. Love you forever.”
You whimpered out a pathetic noise, your heart skipping a beat and chest aching at his sweet words. He groaned back to you, as if answering your noise, and he squeezed you tight, as if afraid of letting go.
You moved his hand back down to your stomach, but he drifted lower, resting his palm just above the waistband of your thin sweatpants. You moaned softly, arching your back a little and grinding back into him, and you gasped when you felt him already half-hard.
“I think about you every moment of every day,” he murmured, tracing his fingers along your waistband. “I think about kissing you, and touching you, and being with you like this.”
“Yeah?” you whispered, your voice soft and airy. Your lungs felt tight, the anticipation of whatever he was about to do making your heart race as you felt yourself growing wetter, your pussy drenched and throbbing already.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about having my head between your legs,” he said, slipping just one finger below your waistband, running it along your skin but not going even an inch lower. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet. I imagine you begging me and pulling my hair and being so loud for me, but we can’t be loud now, baby. All the other guys would hear you, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
You could almost feel his smug smile against your skin, and before you could answer, he brought his other hand up to your face, that arm bent underneath you, turning your face gently to look back over your shoulder at him. You couldn’t see him very well in the dark, but you felt his warm breath on your lips, the tip of his nose tracing yours as he held you perfectly in place like this, your back now arched even more and your ass pressing fully against his rock-hard cock straining in his sweatpants.
“Joon,” you whined, just barely above a whisper, and he kissed the corner of your mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste your lips for the first time.
“Can I touch you, baby?” he breathed, and you nodded, gasping when he pushed his hand on your stomach lower, down past your panties and immediately finding where you were dripping wet for him, running two fingers along your slit before circling your clitoris slowly.
“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” he groaned, a teasing smile on his perfect lips.
“Ngh, mmm, Joon...” you moaned out, grabbing at the wrist of the hand he currently had down your pants, trying to hold onto him or keep in place or something, you didn’t know what.
He pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you fully before parting just enough to whisper, “Shh, baby, we gotta keep quiet,” against your lips. His actions didn’t match his words, though, as he moved his hand down and curled two fingers inside you, rubbing the meat of his palm against your clit as he slid his fingers in and out of you.
You whimpered for him, trying so hard to keep quiet, but when he brought his fingers back up to your clit, rubbing even harder now, you gave up on that, moaning out his name so loud you were sure everyone for a mile would hear you. Namjoon seemed to give up on that too, rubbing your clit hard and chasing after your pleasure, feeling you thrash and twitch and writhe in his arms as you gasped and moaned against his lips.
“You’re such a good girl,” he groaned, closing his eyes and moving his fingers on you steadily, fast and hard and giving you everything you wordlessly begged him for. “My good, sweet girl. My angel. I love you so much.” He was grinding his cock against your ass through both his pants and yours, and when you tried to reach back and grab him, he stopped you, removing his hand from your pants and grabbing you by your wrist, his fingers soaked from your wetness.
“Joonie,” you whined, grinding back against him, your pussy clenching from him suddenly stopping.
“No, baby,” he said, putting your hand back in front of you. “Right now’s all about you.”
“But I want you,” you moaned, and Namjoon made a low noise in his throat when he felt you shimmying in place, pulling your pants down your legs and kicking them off before grinding back against him again. “Please, Joon,” you whimpered, hooking your leg back over him, spread as wide as you could while laying on your side.
“You want me right now?” he asked, bringing his hand back to your pussy and running two fingers slowly along your slit. “You want me to take you like this?”
“Yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes at just the thought of being filled up by him. “Want you more than anything, Joonie. We’ve waited so long, all this time. Take me right now. Make me yours. Please.”
Namjoon growled at that, a noise that made your eyes almost roll back in your head. He didn’t waste another moment, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring up against your ass. You arched your back more to help the angle, biting your lip and whining when you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.
“I love you,” he murmured softly, just before sliding in completely.
You gasped, your mouth hanging open wide in a silent gasp, your eyes closed in ecstasy as you felt him stretch you open. He was so fucking big, so thick, so long, filling you so perfectly you wondered how you’d lived without ever feeling this, without feeling your Namjoon fill you up and claim you. Purposefully or not, the way he held you, he pressed his hand against your lower stomach, just hard enough you could feel his full throbbing length inside you, deep in your guts.
Behind you, Namjoon moved to hug you tightly with both arms, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You could feel his brow drawn tight as if he were making a face in agony, but when he let out a shaky breath, you heard him moan your name and “so fucking good.”
He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse as you tried in vain to move your hips. He held you perfectly in place though, remaining still and enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeezing him and throbbing around him, his hand still pressed against your lower stomach to keep your hips from moving.
“Joonie, move,” you whined, grabbing that hand and squeezing a few of his big, long fingers. You swore just two of his fingers were bigger than your wrist.
“So needy,” he smiled, kissing your cheek, though despite his teasing you could tell his resolve was running thin by how deep and rough his voice was becoming. “Does my precious little girl want me to fuck her?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, trying again to wiggle in his arms and roll your hips back against him.
“All you ever have to do is ask, angel,” he said against your jaw, peppering kisses there too. “I belong to you now, and you belong to me. You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to make you mine?”
“Please, Joonie, yes,” you begged, nearly in tears now, gasping when he moved his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing in lazy circles just to make your pussy spasm around his cock. You cried out for him, grinding back against him, moving your body with his as he slowly rolled his hips into you.
He was so big, you swore you felt the veins of his cock stretching you infinitesimally more as he slid in and out of you, his gentle pace almost cruel as he continued rubbing your clit with his fingers. He moved so slowly, cherishing every gasp and whimper you gave him, moaning softly at the way you were so desperate and needy for him. He brought his hand that wasn’t busy on your clit up under your shirt, palming one breast lazily and giving you even more pleasure, you could barely take it, your brain all but short-circuiting.
“So fucking tight, baby. I’ve imagined doing this so many times,” he murmured against your skin. He was moving fast enough now for his hips hitting your ass to make an obscene slapping noise with each short thrust, his breathing becoming rough and fast as he kept running his filthy mouth. “Every time you sleep in my bed, I dream about taking you over and over. On your knees, on your back, ass up in the air, every position your dirty little mind can think of. Did you imagine it too, princess?”
“Yes! Every time we’re together, I think about it, Joon,” you sobbed, and he rewarded you by rubbing your clit faster, making you moan his name over and over, grinding back into him, your body all but spasming as he overwhelmed your senses.
“Mmm, such a good girl, Y/N,” he moaned, moving his hips even faster now. “My good girl. Can’t wait for you to cum all over my fingers and cock. You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me, right?”
“Yes, Joon,” you sighed shakily, biting your lip and whimpering as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into your ass and taking you.
“So fucking good,” he growled, and your lips fell open in a silent gasp, your lungs incapable of taking in air as he moved as hard as he could, skin slapping against wet skin and his fingers rubbing your clit so hard you were sure you’d bruise there.
You squeezed your eyes closed, unconsciously holding your breath and feeling yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge, while behind you Namjoon groaned with each harsh exhale, his skin hot and sweaty from his exertion. Your leg hooked back over him felt like it was going to cramp, but you held yourself perfectly in place, your back arched and body ready for him to ravage as he saw fit.
“Please,” you gasped, your lungs burning, moaning loudly with every harsh exhale, every part of you overwhelmed by him. Namjoon cried out behind you, feeling you squeeze him so tight as your sudden orgasm overwhelmed you, your body shaking and pussy clenching down on him.
Your climax coursed through you and flooded your body, your mind, every part of you, filling you with love and pleasure so overwhelmingly good you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but take it. You’d never cum this hard in your life, not even when imagining him, and stars burst behind your eyelids and in your brain as he kept rubbing your clit and pounding into you, drawing out your orgasm. You moaned loudly when you felt his cock twitching inside you, sloppily thrusting a few more times before pushing himself fully inside you and holding himself in place as he came, his hot cum spilling so deep within you, filling you up so perfectly.
He groaned in your ear, his big, warm, sweaty body surrounding you and holding you in place, neither of you moving as you both breathed roughly and tried to recover. He was still inside you, moaning weakly when your pussy squeezed his softening cock without you even meaning to.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, his usually deep voice even deeper right now in his post-orgasm haze.
“Yeah,” was all you could say, your voice soft and shaky. You felt Namjoon smile at that and wished you could see his cute little dimple. You’d have to kiss that dimple a few dozen times in the morning, to make up for lost time.
You weakly unhooked your leg from him, groaning as the muscles there moved and you settled back in place. Namjoon just spooned you tighter, hugging you from behind with both arms and nuzzling in like this was natural, something the two of you did all the time, cuddling together half-naked after making love.
“Love you so much, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your neck lazily. You knew you’d never ever get used to hearing him say that, even if you heard it a thousand times.
“Love you too, Joonie,” you sighed, feeling yourself becoming sleepy again, this time contented, satisfied, and so deeply in love with your best friend.
Namjoon’s arms tightened around you protectively, and you felt him giving you lazy kisses on your shoulder and neck, covering your skin in his love.
“Mine forever,” he murmured, and you smiled lazily, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep in his warm embrace.
His forever. That didn’t sound bad at all.
#namjoon smut#hyunglinenetwork#btssmutclub#bangtanarmynet#kim namjoon#bts smut#namjoon x reader#namjoon scenario#my writing#*#i'm slowly trying to work on requests! sorry i'm slow!
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
death valley (m) | part 1
summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
I wanna see your animal side. Let it all out. I wanna see the dirt under your skin. Need your broken promises.
pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: stranger!taehyung x reader, songwriter!hobi x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader
genre: smut, mystery, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au, eventual yandere
wordcount: 7.8k
warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, light smacking, scratching, spitting, etc), toxic behavior, power dynamics, heavy drug abuse, penetrative sex, exhibitionism, gunshots (sounds, no one gets shot), traumatic themes, mentions of police, blackmail, degradation, whiny/horny reader, tittie fuck, oral sex (f and m receiving), 69ing, implied prostitution, every yoongi moment seems like its fresh out of a kdrama lol dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, dom!hobi, switch!reader
(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution!
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 |
You hear the bass pounding through the speaker system at Jimin’s penthouse apartment. It was exactly what you would expect from a young star like him. Posters of famous artists classily displayed in a neat row across the wall, records on display, awards and guitars pretty much everywhere. On the table were empty bottles, crumbled up wads of rolling paper, pills of various shapes and sizes.
Next to it was a sleek white couch where you find yourself, gripping onto the backrest tightly, your skirt lifted and panties down at your wobbling knees, barely able to hold yourself up.
You bit back a smile at how easily you could tell Jimin was a guitarist. The callouses on his fingers were a dead giveaway as they molded the skin of your ass. You felt his throbbing, hot cockhead against you every now and then, causing your legs to spread even more in anticipation.
You hear him spit into his hand before then cupping your core, painfully dragging two fingers down your folds. He pulled your sides open and watched the glistening mess that decorated your cunt. The next thing you knew his cock was pushing into you. He was not slow, not caring as you winced at the sudden intrusion. You heard him let out a low groan, harshly jerking your hips back so that he could fit in as far as possible.
Jimin had demanded you start taking birth control, giving you his black card to keep & pay for expenses. You thought it was kind of funny, he was hellbent that you two had protection but did not want to use a condom no matter what. Hypocrite. You thought to yourself.
“Pussy so fucking tight SHIT” He pounded into you, moving your hips back as he flexed his forward, watching the way your breasts were bouncing under you at the impact. One of his hands snuck up to grab the back of your neck, holding himself steady while the other reached out to grab his joint.
You rolled your eyes, pussy clenching as you waited for him to take a hit. You were glad that he only ever took you from behind now. Looking into those shot eyes would have just made you feel pathetic.
He never kissed you. He never touched you with any care at all. You honestly weren’t even sure why you kept showing up. At first it had been exciting. Park Jimin wanted to hook up with you. But you didn’t realize just how horny this guy was. By now you’d done him in more places than you’d ever care to admit.
He cursed out as he came inside you, a feeling you were still trying to get used to. Not a virgin in the slightest, you had always made them pull out. Then again, usually you were calling the shots. But not here. Not with the famous rockstar Park Jimin. He pulls out and smacks your ass one last time, causing you to collapse into the couch.
“How do you still feel so damn good baby girl?” He chuckles, watching you weakly try to compose yourself. He tosses a few pills at you. “Try this”
You failed to catch them and they landed across your lap. You shook your head. “I’m good thanks” Jimin pulled his sweatpants back on.
“Just try it. They’re painkillers. You’ll feel amazing” You snorted in amusement. You could see the irritation in his reddened eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and scoffed, looking away from you momentarily. “The fuck you think you are saying no to me huh? Take the damn pills slut”
“Painkillers my ass” You fixed yourself up quickly, grabbing your purse and trying to make way for the exit. Jimin grabbed your wrist tightly before you could leave.
“Wait...take this...it’s windy out” He threw something towards your face. You caught it, realizing it was his leather jacket. You simply dropped it onto the floor flipping him off in the process.
“Wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything of yours” You said scornfully. Jimin opened his mouth to retaliate but you were already gone.
As you closed the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh. At times you couldn’t believe you used to idolize this guy so much. Sure he was dripping sex, but you had never met someone whos personality was so spoilt and bratty. Even at work, you dreaded the days where Jimin would come in to record. He would always be so condescending, acting like everyone else knew absolutely nothing about music.
You asked Hobi, the assistant producer and head songwriter working on his album, if you could be reassigned to a different project. When Jimin heard, he hadn’t taken it well at all. He stormed the hallway and made it to the conference room where you and your colleague Namjoon were eating lunch.
He didn’t spare a glance at Namjoon, just snapped his fingers at you and motioned for you to come outside. Once he had you to himself, he went off.
“Why’d you move projects?”
“Because you’re an asshole and I don’t want to work with you. Why do you even care?”
Jimin cracked his knuckles, “Bitch” He gritted angrily, “You have a lot of fucking audacity complaining about me like that. What do you think huh? You think your fucking company is gonna protect you from me?”
“And why shouldn’t she think that?” You spun around to see the head producer, Min Yoongi, holding his clipboard as always as he walked towards the two of you. Ever since the day you had joined the company, you had been absolutely starstruck by Min Yoongi. He was just so...you couldn’t even put a finger on it.
Seeing him made your whole body tremble in excitement. When he looked at you with those pretty eyes of his, you would feel breathless. He always looked insanely hot at work, wearing a partially unbuttoned dress shirt with his fucking jewelry, chains, rings and earrings that you thought were the hottest things ever. You could tell that behind those silk shirts there was a tattoo on his back, one you could only dream of seeing when you pleased yourself at night. He did not give a single fuck about anything, it was so blatantly clear. He was an enigma, and you were obsessed.
He stood front of you, glaring at Jimin. “Do we have a problem here?”
Jimin laughed darkly, shaking his head and cursing under his breath before walking away from the scene. Yoongi turned to you.
“You okay?” He was a man of few words, this was honestly the most of a reaction you had ever seen from him. It had you riled up. You gulped and nodded. Seeing your response, he simply left you there.
That’s how it always went. He’d always just leave you. Speechless. Unable to breathe or comprehend anything.
You returned to the conference room where your fellow intern Namjoon have you a curious look. You shook it off, indicating that it wasn’t worth explaining.
“You coming to Death Valley tonight?” Namjoon asked.
Death Valley. You shuddered thinking about the last time you had visited that grunge hotspot. It would be far too soon if you ever stepped foot in there again.
“I have a rematch with Jin” He twirled the straw in his drink, watching as the ice cubes sloshed around. “I’d love it if you’d come watch” He smiled. He was goddamn adorable, you couldn’t even say no. “I invited Hobi too, so you won’t be by yourself this time”
You gave him a fake smile, remembering darkly how very much not alone you had been at your first fight. The sound of the gunshot so close to you still had you waking up in a cold sweat. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, when you found a certain Jeon Jungkook tied up. You had no idea what to do with the knowledge you acquired that night- that there was some big betting and game fixing going on. Someone really needed Namjoon to loose, and clearly was willing to go to many lengths to make that happen.
As you watched your friendly coworker go onto explain how he had been preparing for the fight, you couldn’t help the way your heart clenched with worry. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. He was too pure. He didn’t deserve to get caught up and hurt because of some illegal shit that had nothing to do with either of you.
Jeon Jungkook. He would have the answers. He would be able to explain what all you had seen. Trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to. The strange blue-haired hottie’s words came back to you. The fuck does that even mean?
"Hey do you know someone named Jeon Jungkook?” You asked Namjoon, interrupting his story. It was worth a shot. His eyes dilated with familiarity.
“Jungkook? Yeah! He’s my dealer” Namjoon said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “Really nice kid. Fucking ripped too. Surprised he doesn’t fight to be honest. Why? Buying something from him?”
You pursed your lips, pushing your phone towards him, “Can you give me his phone number?”
Namjoon raised his eyebrows, “He doesn’t keep one consistent phone...cuz you know...dealing...but I have his burner’s number yeah”
Jungkook had been surprised to receive your call, begging him to not mess with Namjoon’s fight. “Jesus Y/n, I didn’t do anything last time and I won’t this time either chill the fuck out”
You felt a surge of relief, “Thank you thank you thank you”
He chuckled softly over the speaker, “Will you be coming out to watch?” pausing momentarily before adding “I’d...love to see you again for a bit if you are” You could somehow hear him blush, imagining his adorable face, making you grin. You licked your lips...you missed that little brat and his big cock.
“Yeah, I’ll be there”
-
Death Valley. You honestly didn’t know if you would come out alive once you stepped inside. The music was comforting, and the crowd was energetic, but you found yourself feeling nothing but dread as you walked into the edgy dive bar.
You took a deep breath as you went to the back hall, knowing that behind the door fresh air was nonexistent and whatever would happen would probably be absolutely mind numbingly insane. You were scared shitless, but the thrill in your veins pushed you to open the door.
The chanting gave you goosebumps. You didn’t know how much time was left before the fight would start, and you needed to know that Namjoon was going to be safe. You pushed through the crowd, searching for the door to the back rooms. You felt dizzy as you found yourself turning in circles, lost in the sea of people.
You felt a soft hand on your waist.
“Jacket girl!” You turned to find yourself face to face with Taehyung. The crowd pushed back so that Taehyung had you pressed up against him. He steadied his balance on you. You made a face. You didn’t have a good reason not to like this guy, he had been decent enough to you, but somehow you just got a bad vibe.
He didn’t seem high at all, his eyes intense but sober. No cigarette, nothing. “Looking for Jungkook?” You felt the hairs on your neck stand. You looked around, hoping to get a glimpse of his blue highlights but he was nowhere to be found.
“What time did he say he would meet you?” Taehyung inquired helpfully, noticing your unease.
“He didn’t really say a time...” You muttered, checking your phone. You dialed his number but his phone came up turned off. “Fuck”
Suddenly the echoes of booming cheers seemed to shake through the walls. Taehyung grinned, “Looks like the fight started” His eyes flashed at you and you immediately felt like something was seriously off, “Jungkook might be running late. Wanna just go watch? He’ll call you when he gets here I’m sure”
You gulped. You wanted to see Jungkook, for Namjoon’s sake but also, for your own sake. You had dolled up just for him, taking a little extra care in selecting your underwear. You pouted slightly realizing that your efforts would be going to waste.
“Come on jacket girl. Let’s go have some fun” Taehyung winked at you. The noise was suffocatingly loud. You subconsciously gripped Taehyung’s sleeve to ensure you didn’t lose him as he lead you towards the balcony. There were no open seats, but Taehyung walked up to a few people and whispered something. You watched as they became petrified and quickly scurried off, leaving a good amount of room for you and him to watch the fight. Someone behind him offered him a cigarette which he declined.
“You don’t smoke?” You asked him, focusing your attention to the ring where Namjoon and Jin were circling each other, not quite doing much yet.
“Nah not really” He chuckled, tilting his head in amusement, “But I might if a pretty girl asked me too”
Finally Jin dove in for a punch, and you pursed your lips, mentally cheering Namjoon on as he dodged the hit.
“Aw, you think I’m pretty? Gee thanks haven’t heard that one before”
“Can I ask you something jacket girl?” He leaned close to you, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks. You hummed in agreement, “What’s your name?”
Jin landed a harsh blow, sending Namjoon flying into the restraints. Namjoon jumped back up and ran towards Jin, but Jin quickly dodged him, catching him in a headlock and pushing him onto the floor.
You smirked, meeting Taehyung’s flirty eyes briefly, “Why?”
He licked his lips, “I wanna know who’s name I’m gonna be moaning in about” Taehyung pretended to check his watch. You couldn’t help but notice the expensive piece-- it made you wonder what exactly Taehyung must do for a living. “Five minutes” His breath was hot against your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
He suddenly grasped your wrist and pulled you to the back of the arena, behind the backs of the rowdy crowd. He harshly pressed you up against a wall, and you clenched your eyes shut as he brought his mouth to yours, moaning into you. His movements desperate, like he had been holding himself back. It was refreshing to taste him. Unlike Jimin and Jungkook who tasted bitter because of their smoked out lips, Taehyung was a refreshing minty flavor. You inhaled him more, enjoying the normalcy of the feeling. It was almost humbling.
He cupped your face, kissing you sensually as your bodies rolled against one another, matching the rhythms of the pounding heard from the arena. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and he looked almost dazed, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored your taste.
“Taehyung” You panted, reaching down to fiddle with the waistline of his pants, “Fuck take this off” You whispered. You felt his lips curl into a smile as he continued to place chaste kisses to your swelling lips.
There was very little light where you were, far behind the large light poles that shone down on the crowd. No one was looking, and the noise was far too loud for anyone to hear you, but the clear view of people right out in the open had your thighs trembling with excitement.
“Relax. We’ve got all the time in the world” You noticed Taehyung check his watch before refocusing onto his kisses. You clenched your eyes shut, face heating from the sound of your lips smacking against him, as your tongues messily wrestled each other.
To your surprise he slowly dropped to his knees. “Is this okay?” He barely let his finger reach for your jeans zipper. You internally screamed in excitement, knowing that at least someone was going to see the lingerie you had on, even if it wasn’t the guy you were hoping for.
“Eating a girl out first. Consent. Damn is it my fucking birthday” You joked. Taehyung smiled softly, tugging your pants down and kissing your exposed skin as it revealed itself. His eyes were shut, lips wet and burning as they trailed down until he reached your knees.
You watched in amusement as he opened his eyes, immediately shocked at what was in front of him. You had a sleek little cage garter over a black thong. Nothing too fancy, but Taehyung was almost drooling. He stumbled back momentarily.
“Wow” He whispered under his breath, “All this for a fucking street rat like Jungkook” You squinted at his statement, but decided not to question it. He traced the garter with his fingers before kissing your thighs.
You ran a hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful and moaning out as he tugged off the garter belt with his teeth and then your thong with it. He shifted himself so that his hands gripped the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart as you leaned back onto the cold concrete wall.
“Taehyung” You whined. “If you’re gonna do it just do it fuck” You jerked your hips, his teasing getting far too overwhelming for you.
“Relax baby...wanna savor this” He groaned, his deep voice vibrating into you, causing your pussy to leak even more. You tugged his hair impatiently.
Taehyung played along, working his tongue into your heat. He let the tip of his tongue glide agonizingly slow, before looking dead into your eyes as he curled his tongue in, lapping you up like a puppy. Your mouth parted, mesmerized by his eyes beneath you. It was such a power trip, you felt adrenaline rush through you as you stroked his hair affectionately.
He pursed his lips, kissing your sweet cunt before jutting his tongue back inside you. He bobbed his head as he rolled his tongue around, savoring your juices, stretching you out.
You felt your legs tremble as he picked up his pace, drinking you for everything you were worth. His grip tightened on your knees and you squealed, tilting your head back.
He stopped, moving his kisses up to your stomach, pushing up the fabric of your top as he slowly got up. He pulled it off, revealing the equally tantalizing bra you had on. He whined at the sight.
“Holy shitttt” His hands grabbed at you like you were a present waiting to be unwrapped. He practically tore the garment off of you, leaving you completely naked.
“You’re a fucking goddess” He mumbled softly, nipping at your breasts. You tugged on his shirt and he raised his arms, allowing you to pull it off of him. You ran your hands all over his chest, feeling his toned muscles and soft, scorching hot skin. You let your nails drag along his back as you wrapped your arms around him. He squeezed your ass, grinding into you slightly. You felt his plump erection painfully resisting the fabric of his jeans as he rutted into you.
It occurred to you that all it would take was one person turning around to catch you both at any moment. Maybe a crowd would gather. Maybe they would start filming you. Just stand around and watch you whine like a bitch as Taehyung did with you as he pleased. Fuck. You trembled, feeling flush all over at the prospect.
He groped your ass sensually, kissing your neck all over while you whimpered, letting soft little moans fill the space. You reached down to unbutton his pants, and he smirked at your desperation.
“You ready?” He whispered, looking at you darkly, “You want my cock huh?” He clicked his tongue, almost laughing at you. His change in demeanor gave you goosebumps as he yanked his pants down slightly and flipped you around, pressing your arms above your head with one had, allowing the other stroke his freed length. You pouted, wishing you could have seen how big it was, but you felt it soon enough.
He slapped his rigid cock against your ass a few times before lining it up with your soaked lips.
He pushed into you, and your eyes almost bulged. He seemed never ending as his thickness continued to push further and further into you. You screamed out, clenching your fists above your head and digging your nails into yourself to try to numb the pain. He took his free hand to clench your breast, rolling your nubs between his fingers softly as he began to move.
He let his cock drag out of your core all the way. Your eyes were shut, focused on the almost dizzying sensation of him. He then thrusted back into you harshly and you yelped out. He repeated this, setting a rhythm to his movements before burying his face into the side of your neck.
“So fucking pretty like this” He whispered, hot lips pressed against your ears, sending waves of electric heat through your body as he continued to steadily thrust into you. “God you’re so tight babe. So fucking tight.”
He kissed your cheek, nipping you slightly, making you giggle. His face was so incredibly close to yours, it was weirdly intimate. Almost as if he was making love to you. You let his fingers slide between yours as he continued to hold your hands above you, enjoying the feeling of his hand grasping yours with such care but desperation.
He released your breast to snake his other hand down to rub your clit, pushing his finger in light circles to try to get you writhing under him. He tugged on your ear with the edge of his teeth, “You’re gonna cum aren’t you..fuck I can tell. Getting so fucking drenched for me. God you’re so hot Y/n. So fucking hot”
You were so fucked out you couldn’t even think. You were a moaning mess at this point. Taehyung was hammering into you, his size still stinging but the sensation overwhelmed you to the point where it didn’t matter.
“Taehyung. Taehyung” You groaned incoherently, face pressing against the wall. His face was right next to you now, cheek pressed up against you. Your bodies were hot, sweating. It was filthy. Out in the open fucking like dogs. He sucked on your neck, hitting a place that had you unraveling at the seams. You screamed out, orgasm suffocating you in pleasure.
“Fuck yes. Right there...r..right there yeah just like that” Your pussy dripped all over Taehyung, tightening down hard on him as he continued to push in and out of you.
Taehyung exhaled, feeling your cunt almost sucking on him. “That’s it baby cum all over me” He thrusted harshly, kissing your neck, “You’re so fucking wet” He gasped feeling his cock twitch, “So perfect for me fuck” You were so tight around him he was falling apart, “Mm gonna cum” He thrusted again voice panicking as he lost control of himself “Holy shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Y/n, fuck” He pulled out quickly, cumming all over your ass.
He collapsed onto your back, hugging you to him tightly. He kissed your back a few more times, lingering slightly before letting you go. He grabs your clothes off of the ground, handing them to you politely.
He checks his watch again, and sighs in relief. As he pulls his jeans back up, you can’t help but notice a slight shine coming from something sticking out of his back pocket. Does he have...
Suddenly the lights go out. You hear a symphony of shocked cries. Taehyung reaches out for you quickly. You heard gun shots in the far distance and the two of your crouch down. “Fuck” You heard Taehyung mumble.
Your heart is racing. Taehyung quickly pulls you with him, finding a door and pushing you through. The panicked crowd begins to guide themselves out the main exit through their screen lights. Namjoon. Is Namjoon okay? You could no longer see the ring. You heard a click and watched as Taehyung kissed your forehead one final time. He looked angry.
“Sorry. I gotta go. Get to the back room” He gulped, “Fast” You nodded, watching as he took off, the item you had seen no longer in his pocket.
You tried to steady your breathing, turning your phone’s flashlight on to be safe. You closed your eyes, trying to replay the pleasure you felt just minutes earlier. Suddenly your blood ran cold.
You never told Taehyung your name. But he...he had moaned it. Hadn’t he?
You quickly dialed the only safe number you could think of, pressing the phone to your ear as your wrist trembled in fear.
“Hobi? Where are you?” Your voice was trembling. “W...what was that noise?? Where’s Namjoon? I’m scared Hobi”
“Hey...” Hobi’s voice was soothing and calm. You blinked your tears, “Sssh. It’s okay. Namjoon is fine. Stay put okay, it’ll be over soon. I’ll find you”
“Are you with him?” Your heart was racing.
“No. But no one got hurt Y/n I promise, it was just a warning. Stupid gangs trying to scare each other. Just stay put” You gulped.
“O...okay. Thanks”
“Don’t cry. Everything’s okay. You’re okay” You hung up.
Taehyung had a gun. Taehyung knew your name this whole time. Taehyung knew you were here to see Jungkook. Jungkook wasn’t here. You shivered in discomfort.
You reached into your purse, where you had stashed a few of Jimin’s pills for a rainy day. You picked out one that looked the least intimidating and inspected it carefully. Not the most educated about your drugs, you internally prayed that it was some kind of sedative, swallowing it.
Within minutes you found yourself feeling bolder. You gathered your things, carefully maneuvering back into the main arena. You crouched down, climbing the steps on all fours, ignoring the rough dust that met your palms.
You hear voices, but you can’t quite decipher what’s being said. You slowly open the door, careful not to draw any attention to yourself and slip through silently.
You squint in the darkness towards the arena. It was still pitch dark, but your eyes immediately were drawn to a flashlight in the ring.
Your heart dropped. Laying out on the ground with a foot pressed down against their face was Namjoon. You could see his eyes clenched shut and his body was trembling. You wanted to scream for help but then you saw a gun in the hand of whoever was holding the flashlight.
You couldn’t see their face, but you could tell it was a man. They said nothing, simply tilted Namjoon’s chin with their foot and laughed sinisterly. You winced as you watched the foot stepped on his neck. You could hear Namjoon cry out in pain. The man retracted his foot then, seeming satisfied.
The flashlight seemed to move away towards the exit. You held your breath, waiting till you heard the close of the door. You were breathing heavily, unsure if it was the pill you took or how scared you were. You could hear Namjoon whimpering and it broke your heart.
You finally garnered the courage to turn your flashlight on. You carefully try to find the way down to the ring, keeping an ear out for any intruders.
“Namjoon!” Once he’s well in sight you run towards him, dropping to your knees by his side. His face was beat up and bruised. He had blood trickling down his forehead. “Oh my god Namjoon”
“Y/n!?” You heard another voice and froze. You turned, shining your flashlight around until you landed on Hobi. You sighed with relief, wiping your tears.
“Hobi. Fuck, he’s hurt. We gotta help him.” Hobi nodded and made his way to you guys. In the meanwhile you grabbed some band aids from your bag. Won’t do much but it’ll stop the bleeding. You leaned over him to set a bandaid onto his cut face. You let your thumbs lightly apply pressure and Namjoon grunted in pain. “Namjoon, can you move?” He shook his head. You took a careful look at his eyes. They were absolutely blown out. He’s on something. Something bad.
“Hobi!” You cried out as he arrived. Hobi clicked his tongue seeing Namjoon’s state. He carefully wrapped his arms under Namjoon’s to lift him up.
“Fuck...he’s heavy...help me” Hobi grunted, motioning for you to grab his legs. You both carefully walked him out of the arena, up the stairs back to the main Death Valley bar. It was completely empty. Everyone was gone.
“Do you think they locked it?” You whispered.
“Why are you whispering?” Hobi joked, trying to lighten up the mood, “No. I doubt it. Here, go open the door and I’ll carry him on my back”
The two of you set Namjoon down on one of the booth tables. Hobi somehow maneuvered Namjoon’s limp body onto his back. You opened the door--luckily it was unlocked. You led Hobi to your car and helped him drag Namjoon into the backseat.
The two of you panted as Namjoon appeared to be completely knocked out. You shut the car door and leaned against it, sliding down your back until you were sitting on the road. You buried your face into your hands and began to cry.
“Hey. Hey!” Hobi knelt down besides you. He hesitated slightly before patting your shoulder affectionately. “He’s gonna be okay. We can take him to the hospital”
“No we fucking can’t.” You mumbled, “He’s high...and I’m guessing this fight was not legal by any means” Hobi sighed.
“Then let’s take him to his house. I can stay with him tonight to make sure he’s okay.”
You nodded, allowing Hobi to help you up. Before you could go around to the drivers seat he pulled you into a hug. He was tall enough that he could rest his head on top of yours, comforting you while stroking your back.
“You’re okay. Everything’s okay. Hm?” He looked down at you expectantly. You sighed and nodded. Everything is really not okay. But sure.
You sat in the drivers seat, trying to focus on your breathing, gathering yourself before you began to drive. Hobi hopped in besides you. He set his hand on your knee and squeezed affectionately.
You looked at him. His eyes seemed so kind. So normal. He was just a friendly coworker. Someone you enjoyed making music with. Someone who wasn’t caught up in this God awful place.
You suddenly felt a need to tell him everything.
You drove, Hobi guiding you with directions to Namjoon’s home. He played some nice soothing acoustic tracks that he knew you’d like. Something to take the edge off. Not much conversation was exchanged but Hobi kept a secure hand on your knee as you drove.
You arrived at the address, helping Hobi pick Namjoon up again. It had begun to rain heavily. Thunder growled in the distance giving you shivers. The two of your trudged through the puddled ground to get to Namjoon’s door, grabbing his keyes from his pocket to open his door. Hobi let Namjoon fall off of him and onto his couch. He exhaled, evidently exhausted. It must have been past midnight, you were both extremely tired, wet, and decently traumatized.
Hobi rummaged Namjoon’s fridge and found a bottle of water, tossing it your way. You thanked him, not realizing how dehydrated you had become. He watched you gulp it down, some spilling from the edge of your lips down your dripping neck. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve.
“You good to get home in this weather?” Hobi asked, taking a seat at Namjoon’s kitchen island. “You can stick around till it dies down. Storms usually pass around here”
You nodded, standing quietly as you watched Namjoon sleep. His face was bruised, lips crusted with blood. You had no idea what horrible things might be flowing through his veins. You didn’t even know if he would wake up. You were petrified. Could you have stopped this? Is this your fault?
The house was eerily silent. “Hobi” You whispered, trying to blink back tears.
“Yeah? What’s up, is everything okay?”
“I’m just...I’m really really worried about Namjoon.” And you spilled. You broke down in front of your colleague shamelessly. You no longer cared if you would look pathetic or not, you cried. You told him about Jimin, about Taehyung, about everything. About what you had heard before the first fight, about seeing Jimin shoot someone. The only thing you didn’t tell him was about the sex. All the sex, but especially your unwarranted coworkers-with-benefits situation with Jimin. If you could even call it that. You weren’t even sure what to label it as, but regardless Hobi could not know.
By the time you finished you were sobbing into Hobi’s chest and he held you tightly. He pressed his lips down on the top of your head, trying to comfort you in whatever way he could.
“I’m...I’m scared Hobi” You could feel his breath against you. He hummed softly, trying to calm you down, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
“Ssshhh...Let’s get you dried up and then we can talk it out okay? I’m sure Namjoon wont mind if we borrow some clothes” Hobi looked at you with a cheerful smiled, stroking your back kindly. You appreciated him so much.
The two of you found some pajamas in Namjoon’s room. Hobi went to go look for towels so you began to change your clothes. You peeled off your drenched jeans first, kicking them off your legs, before moving onto your top. The garter was pressing into your skin uncomfortably. You quickly threw on Namjoon’s shirt before sitting down on his bed to remove the garter.
Right then you hear a soft thud, looking up to see a flushed Hobi who had just dropped the towels he found. The both of you froze momentarily. You decided to quickly finish what you were doing before it became awkward, unaware of the clear view Hobi had of your underwear as you pulled the garter off and threw it aside.
“So sorry I should’ve knocked” Hobi clumsily picked up the towels, tossing one to you so you could wipe yourself down.
“No worries, I’m dressed” You tried to appear casual, tried not to notice the slight bulge in his boxers.
“Yeah but...um. Okay” He cleared his throat and sat down next to you, leaving a generous amount of space.“I’m going to tell you some stuff that...is gonna be a bit hard to believe okay”
“Hobi I think after tonight nothing can shock me” You joked bitterly.
He smiled and you giggled. “I’ll start with Park Jimin. Jimin isn’t just a singer. You know how we were talking about he got into drugs and stuff?” You nodded slowly, “Yeah it’s actually a lot worse than just that. He’s in a gang.”
You blinked. Park Jimin? In a gang?
“All these years he hasn’t been making music…he got involved with a lot of really bad people. But...he’s a clever guy I’ll give him that. He’s got a lot of new power in the trafficking scene. People know him as more than just an artist around places like this”
“But...” Hobi paused, considering his phrasing, “I think...him and whoever the fuck he works with are not allowed to sell here. Death Valley, a lot of people buy and use drugs there obviously. But there’s a different, much...more established gang that runs around here. I’m not sure the details but, Death Valley is owned by them. All the fights, parties, anything that happens in that building is run by them. Jimin’s not supposed to trespass” Was that why everyone was flipping out about your jacket? Hobi thought deeply for a moment, “My guess is that he was the one you heard yelling at Jungkook.”
“But Jimin shot the guy who was gonna shoot...wait so who drugged Namjoon? It could have been Jungkook. He was supposed to meet me but he didn’t...maybe they got to him...” You pondered for a while.
“Honestly Y/n...this really isn’t something worth worrying about. It’s Namjoon’s choice to be a part of these fights. If there is game fixing going on, that’s really not something we can control, we just have to hope for the best. It’s too dangerous. There’s a lot of money involved in fights. Like...a lot”
You sighed. He was right. Why were you bothering yourself with all this. You needed to focus on work. You came here to make music and be around the culture you had grown up to love. This was all just noise.
“I promise Death Valley is fun besides all that. Just stay away from the fights”
You smiled and nodded. He pinched your nose playfully. “I hope you feel better. That was a lot to get off of your chest” Hobi asked you to wait as he went back to Namjoon’s kitchen to grab something. He returned with a small bong and a lighter. He raised his eyebrows to you, gesturing to ask if you wanted any. You nodded.
Hobi got to work, grinding up some weed. You watched his carefully as he took the first hit. He exhaled slowly before handing you the contraption. You mimicked his actions, feeling the familiar burn through your chest.
It didn’t take too long for the two of you to become a giggling mess, already out of your mind from exhaustion. You rolled over the bed playfully, shirt riding up to your hips as your legs stretched across the expanse of the mattress. You gave Hobi with a goofy smile and saw his jaw stiffen as his gaze shifted from his playful nature to something much more intense.
“Hobi” You muttered, grinning, “I bet you have a really big cock” Hobi’s breath hitched, face going red at your suggestion. He tried to stop himself from looking down at your bare legs, or the tiny little thong you had on under your shirt, now on display. But he was only human.
He subconsciously dragged his fingers up and down your thigh making you hum in pleasure.
You were desperate to be touched. The burden of the evening weighing too much for you. You didn’t want to think. And Hobi. Hobi was perfect. He was so sweet, and normal, and just so incredibly sane.
You let out a moan, his minstrations overwhelming your clouded senses. You looked at him with pleading eyes, allowing yourself to notice how fucking hot he was. His jawline could cut through your soul and his hair was still slightly wet, making him that much hotter.
“Please touch me” You whined, spreading your legs.
Hobi’s eyes were quivering, he almost couldn’t believe the situation. You pouted, rolling on top of him and setting yourself onto his lap like a child. “Y/n...” He panted. “W...we can’t. We work together”
“God Hobi you look so hot right now please” You bounced up and down, throwing a tantrum, knowing fully well that you were riling him up. The sharp tent of his cock hitting as you rolled your hips teasingly. You threw your arms around his neck, his finding your lower back in response. He blinked at you incredulously.
“We’re literally in Namjoon’s bed” Hobi argued. You pouted even more, continuing to bounce playfully in his lap, enjoying the way you could feel him getting hard, the friction giving momentary relief to your craving. His heart clenched at how cute you were being.
“So?” You let go to pull your shirt up to show him your bra. His eyes widened as he looked down at your chest. “Don’t you wanna play with these?” You teased, wiggling your chest slightly before releasing the fabric back over your body and watching Hobi blush like crazy.
"No...this isn’t right. You’re high, I don’t wanna take advantage of you. Plus you could get fired if someone finds out and..”
“So you don’t want me?” You gave him a slightly hurt look, shifting your weight on his lap so that you pressed up against his bulge as much as possible. You slid a hand under his shirt, up the expanse of his chest. “You don’t wanna see my tits? I’d let you do whatever you want to them.” You shifted again, making Hobi groan under his breath. “You could fuck them. You don’t want that? You don’t want to fuck my tits?”
Hobi’s mouth was dry. You took his hand and slid it under your shirt until you felt his large palms over your heaving breast. You watched as Hobi began to breathe heavily, trembling slightly.
“I want that” You continued to taunt him. You leaned in so that his hand pressed up against your breast and your mouth was right by his ear, “I wanna take my tits and push them onto your big” You palmed his bulge, “throbbing cock.”
Hobi let out a strangled moan, watching you with parted lips as you continued to rub your hand over his crotch.
“I wanna be such a good girl for you. Wanna do everything you want” You tugged down his boxers and watched his dick spring up. He was completely erect, cock flushed and veiny. You couldn’t stop yourself from bending down and licking the leaking tip, keeping your eyes glued to his. “Wanna be a whore for you”
Hobi gulped. “F...fuck Y/n. That feels so fucking good” You began to stroke his length, spitting into your hand so that you could lather him up nicely. He gasped as you squeezed him, pumping him slowly.
You pulled your shirt off, pushing your chest to Hobi’s mouth so that he could snap off your bra with his teeth. “Holy shit” He was absolutely breathless as he saw your naked chest. You groped your own breasts, allowing your hands to push them together and make them bulge out.
You lowered yourself onto him, face burying into his pelvis. You moaned as you felt his long cock glide up the valley of your chest, sending a hot spark through you at the touch. You kissed his skin as you began to push your breasts up and down on his length.
His hand found your face, pushing your hair behind your ears as you desperately pleased him. He licked his lips as lust slowly plagued over reason. He suddenly grabbed your jaw and pushed you off him, onto your back, making his way on top of you.
“You wanna be a whore for me huh?” His eyes were dark now, sending shivers through you, “Then be a fucking whore” He pressed your head down onto the mattress, lowering down onto you so he could shove his cock into your mouth from above. You gagged instantly as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth.
“That’s righttt. Look at you. Nasty little thing” He cooed at you, shoving his cock further and further down your throat, “So fucking desperate for cock. Can’t even fucking stop yourself”
He rolled off of you so he could switch sides, crawling over you to your trembling cunt. He yanked off your thong before spitting down onto your pussy. You moaned. He was so filthy and you loved it.
“Keep sucking my cock baby” He growled as he lowered himself down and began to lick your slick arousal. You whimpered around his thick cock as you felt him push his tongue deep inside you.
“Feels...good” You tried to speak but your mouth was too stuffed to be coherent. Hobi pulled out and rolled over, tangling in the sheets as he switched positions again. He dragged your body up to his so that you were on top of him with your back pressed against his chest.
He guided your hips, watching with intense focus as his cock entered you, lowering you down onto his lap. Once you were settled with his cock deep inside you he began to bite down on your neck.
“What are you gonna say at work tomorrow hm? What are you gonna tell everyone when they ask who gave you all these hickeys? You gonna tell them what a fucking slut you are? Throwing yourself at me like this huh?” You whined as he cupped your jaw and tilted your head back onto his shoulder. He thrusted his hips up into you and you winced at the force.
“Go ahead. Fuck yourself onto me like a desperate cock hungry whore” You did as told, rising up slightly before pushing yourself back down on him, hands gripping the sheets tightly for support. You cried out as his cock hit every crevice of you. You felt so full, so incredible. You sped up unknowingly causing Hobi to moan out loudly.
His hands moved to your bouncing tits, pinching your nipples as you continued to ride him.
“You like that?” He growled into your neck. You nodded dumbly. “Mmm yeah I fucking bet you do.” The next time you came down on him he gripped your hips tightly holding you down deep on his cock. You feel it pulsing inside your walls as he pushes you down onto your chest.
“Look at that fucking ass” He pulls out briefly and wraps his hand around his cock, letting the tip trace your pronounced curves. You wiggle slightly, trying to entice him and he notices. He slaps his cock against you. “So goddamn needy”
“You’d really let me do anything to you huh” He pushed inside you again, rolling his hips against your ass. “Use you however I like. God, fuck, Y/n if I had known I would’ve fucked you the second we met”
He thrusted furiously, grabbing the ends of your hair and yanking it back like a reign. You screamed out in pain. He continued to push his hips against you, the feeling of him sliding against your walls so fast causing you to clench down desperately.
“Im gonna...OW” Hobi tugged your hair as you spoke, “gonna cum”
“Of course you are. You’re fucking loving this aren’t you. You’re so fucking wet, your pussy is slobbering all over me. Look at the mess you’ve made.” He clicked his tongue before leaning into your ear, “What’s Namjoon gonna say huh when he sees how you’ve leaked onto his bed like this” He taunted you. “Needy little girl, getting so turned on by me pounding into you like a fucking toy”
“Fuck Hobi holy shit” You cried out, his hurtful words making your pussy gush out as you came harder than ever. You could feel Hobi moan as he bites down on your shoulder, trying to muffle his pleasure as he continues to thrust into you wildly.
“God you’re so hot” He whines, and the next thing you know he’s shooting his hot cum deep inside you. “Fuck!” He pulls out quickly. “Shit I’m so sorry I didn’t think I was gonna...” You giggled, rolling over to see his concerned face, such a contrast to how he was just seconds ago.
“It’s okay. I’m protected” You spread your legs and reached a finger down, gathering some of his cum and bringing it to your lips. You look Hobi dead in the eye as you lick it off like candy.
“You’re just begging to be fucked again aren’t you” He dove back down and kissed you, his fingers finding your stuffed cunt and plugging inside. You twitch as you feel his rough fingers invade you, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You pussy clenches desperately as he adds another finger, pumping you furiously into another high.
You cried out as you came. The look in Hobi’s dark eyes sending you over the edge. His plush lips, he was so fucking sexy. You screamed his name as your whole body twitched, arching your back high up in the air. “Hobi...holy fuck baby just like that” You murmured, slightly embarrassed that you making so much noise. After finger-fucking you through it, Hobi rolled onto your side and kisses your cheek.
You sigh in satisfaction, scissoring your legs to ease the tingling aftershocks of your orgasm, letting sleep finally take you.
-
If Jungkook didn’t drug Namjoon, then the person who wanted to do it probably just did it. That person wanted Jin to win. Jimin shot the guy that was threatening Jungkook so that means Jimin was protecting Namjoon from whoever was backing Jin. But Jungkook didn’t meet you. They might’ve gotten to him then. They might have threatened him again, so maybe he did drug Namjoon. He is the dealer. Namjoon trusts him. It’s possible...
These were the thoughts running through your mind as you arrived at work the next morning. You were surprised to see Namjoon. Still looking beat up, you noticed a general shift in his demeanor. He wasn’t acting cute anymore. He didn’t flash those dimples you loved every five seconds anymore. He was pouty, jaw taught, grumbling away to himself.
As you sat in the studio with him, working on the computer while he messed around on the soundboard, the two of you exchanged no words. He seemed completely out of it still. You wondered if whatever he had been drugged with had worn off.
Hobi finally walked in. “Morning guys” Namjoon seemed to cheer up slightly upon seeing Hobi.
“There’s gonna be an open mic concert next week at Death Valley” Namjoon said eagerly. You groaned. Hobi chuckled at your reaction. “The three of us should go. It’ll be fun. Low stakes. I haven’t actually hung out with you two yet”
He had a point, but you were tired of that fucking place.
“I’m in. Sounds fun!” Hobi winked at you. You pouted. You wanted to jump his bones and fuck the shit out of him so bad. Getting him wasted at Death Valley seemed to be a good way going about it, but you were still scared. It’s just a concert. Not a fight. No guns.
“Y/n?” Namjoon asked hopefully. You sighed. At least it wasn’t tonight. You had some time to recover.
“Sure, why not” You muttered. Namjoon grinned. There were those dimples again. You couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“I’ll have Jungkook bring us something insane. We can go wild” He licked his lips, “God I can’t wait.” He began to tap his foot rapidly. You exchanged a glance with Hobi.
“Oh by the way, Y/n, Jimin said wants to see you after work. He wanted feedback on something” You gave Hobi a look but he simply put his hands up in defense. “Don’t kill the messenger” He smiled before leaving. Once he left Namjoon growled.
“Park fucking Jimin” He sneered, clenching his fists.
“What about him?”
“He made me lose”
-
You already knew that it was a booty call. You left the office and drove straight to Jimin’s. You were fucking done with him, especially now that you knew the truth about him.
If he really was the man you had seen placing his foot on Namjoon...you shuddered. You were disgusted by him.
Jimin opened the door for you and you shoved past him before he could say a word.
“Damn you PMSing or something” He scoffed. You were so ready to kick his balls.
“What the fuck do you want?”
He sat at his table, and you noticed the lines of powder on the table. Jimin rolled a few dollar bills and snorted one up. He tapped the floor with his foot, gesturing you to sit by him. “Come suck daddy’s cock.”
You reached into your purse and grabbed his credit card, throwing it at him with all your strength. You missed him by a long shot, making him laugh, but you didn’t give a fuck. “I’m done with you.”
Jimin laughed even harder. He almost sounded evil. You clenched your fists.
“I want out. I don’t want or need your fucking money. I hate having sex with you. You’re an asshole and you better fucking leave me alone or”
“Or what baby girl?” Jimin taunted, standing up. “Go tell Yoongi? Think Yoongi’s gonna fucking save the day or some shit. Please be my fucking guest.” He grabbed his phone and tapped away for a bit before handing it to you. “Say a word to anyone, and I’d be happy to show Yoongi and just about the whole damn world this”
Your mouth went dry. It was the security footage of you sucking Jimin off in the studio.
“You know...you’re not supposed to fuck people you work with hmm” He harshly grabbed your jaw, pushing the card back into your awe struck mouth. You bit down, which just made him laugh more. “Want you to enjoy this too baby. I really do. I can give you whatever you want, you just tell daddy what you need mmkay? But don’t make me fucking angry. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” You chuckled darkly. You definitely had some idea. You took the card and slid it back into your purse.
“Go to hell” You kicked his shin, walking over to the table and grabbing the keys to his car.
“Go ahead and throw your tantrums, just be ready to fuck when I see you next” Jimin called after you, a faint bitterness in his voice.
You were furious, not skipping a moment to get in Jimin’s sleek convertible and set off onto the road. Your foot pressed down on the gas until it was the pedal flattened. Your knuckles clenched, gripping the wheel so tightly you could’ve pulled it clean off.
You loved the thrill of driving fast. It allowed you to feel control. Control that Jimin made you loose. You had the power and that’s how it should be.
Unlucky for you, a sharp turn resulted in you finding yourself walking through the county precinct. It wasn’t a big accident, you had gone off the highway and had to get towed. Driving a car for which you were not on the insurance, you had to come in.
You were simply waiting around for paperwork. You looked around at all the busy bodies. You wondered if any of these cops knew even half of the shit that went on in this town.
You sat on your phone in the lobby, looking up every now and then as people walked past you, hoping that someone would simply bring you what you needed so that you could get your car back.
"Great catching up with you man!” You heard some voices.
“Yeah, you too Jin. Stay safe out there” You froze. Jin. Like, JIN Jin?
You looked up and sure enough, the broad movie star-looking boy from the fight was there in the flesh. You looked around to see if anyone else was as shocked as you were, and no one was. He fist bumped an officer, and your eyes widened as you saw him slide a badge into his pocket.
Kim Seokjin is a fucking cop? You stared at him. Unsure what to do. It wasn’t likely he had seen your face...hopefully.
Jin glanced your way, giving you a charming smile and winked.
“Hey Y/n”
ᐊ——[ previous ] series navi | masterlist | [ next ]——ᐅ
a/n: thank you for reading <3 i really hope you liked this.. its become the bane of my existence lol. jin and yoongi will have their moment but theres stuff BUILDING rn so just...ride with it. you will fuck everyone multiple times in various ways dw ;)
do you think it was jimin who you saw at the fight, kicking our precious joonie? could it have been someone else? taehyung???? do you think jungkook drugged joon? who do you think might be yandere? let me know what you think, drop by asks & have an amazing day! <3
taglist: @imluckybitches @gee-nee @missseoulite @hcneybees @kooookie @queenmasterxx @crustycaitlin @virgo-and-libra @un2-verse @winter-melontea @equivocacies
#taehyung smut#hoseok smut#ot7 smut#bts smut#bangtan smut#bts fanfic#btssmutclub#jimin smut#ot7 x reader#btswriterscollective#taehyung x reader#hobi x reader#jimin x reader#bts x reader#kth smut#bangtanwriters-net#btswritersguild#bts gang!au#bts scenarios#btswritersclub#bangtansmut#bts smut rec#bts series#yandere bts#bts yandere#yandere!bts
997 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 taehyung x reader ft yoongi || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 8.5k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 riddled with insomnia, you’d just about do anything to get a good night’s rest. enter sandman.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 masturbation (m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, mile high club, oral (m receiving), choking, deepthroating, cockwarming but in her throat, throat bulge, way more male oral than i’ve ever written oop, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex, riding, tentacles, yes you did read that correctly user honeymoonjin is expanding her wares, buckets of cum, like really a ridiculous amount of it, is it somnophilia if they’re fucking in her dreams?, cum eating, rough nipple play, hair pulling, belly bulge, creampie
many thanks to @jamaisjoons for the gorgeous banner, she really outsold xx
many thanks as well to @honey-boyyoongi for beta reading and helping a lot on plot. i wouldn’t have finished this fic without her xx
this fic is a part of the monster smash project at ksmutclub : )
--
It’s a shit fair.
You make sure to tell Yoongi this several times throughout the afternoon, more emphatically as the hours drag on, but he’s too focussed on giving heart-eyes to the young man tending the water pistol stall. The man, who has held an unbelievably cheery grin all night, at some point got caught in the stream of a kid with poor aim, and though it’s warm his shirt still hasn’t dried, leaving a rather promiscuous set of dark spots on his chest behind the translucent cotton. You think Yoongi might be drooling.
You’ve just about given up wandering around aimlessly waiting for your friend to get the courage to actually approach the guy, when a stall catches your attention. Unsurprising, considering how gaudy and kitschy it is. Heavy embroidered tapestries form a makeshift curtain across the entrance to the booth, and above rests a sign with neon striplighting that reads Enter Sandman. You bite your lip, ignoring Yoongi’s impatient tug on your arm. You don’t remember seeing it on any of your other turns around the small fairground, though you can’t imagine how you could’ve possibly missed it.
Without breaking your gaze, you address Yoongi. “I’m gonna check out some stalls.”
“Come on, you’re gonna ditch me in my time of need?” Yoongi’s voice is playfully lilting, the kind that lets you know it’s okay to leave while simultaneously promising that he’ll complain about your abandoning him later, probably at four in the morning when neither of you can get to sleep.
“Yup,” you mumble blankly, and shake off his grip, making your way across the slightly uneven dirt and trampled grass to reach the stall. You feel drawn, strangely, to the narrow dark triangle of shadow between the folds of the curtain. It’s only once you get nearer that you make out the patterns of the delicate stitching: swirls of gold thread weave around figures, horizontal or curled up, all in dull shades of brown and beige. Entranced, you reach out your fingers to follow the swirls of gold. The tapestry, instead of ending in edges over the entrance, is folded so that the pictures trail around the edge. Without thinking to politely announce your presence, you simply slip inside, feeling the late summer humidity lead to a shady coolness.
It’s dark inside, and silent. Nothing illuminates the small room except for a single candle on a table, a black tall taper, drops of wax running cleanly down the sides to stain the golden tablecloth. It’s luckily enough to just make out the reflective glint of the gold thread, and you follow the tapestry slowly as it runs all the way along the walls inside. Part of you feels this is futile, and you shouldn’t be poking around in an empty stall when the owner was out, but still you walk deeper into the booth, the texture of embroidery teasing the tips of your fingers.
At one point, closer to the back of the room, your shadow begins to block the candlelight, and you squint, barely making out the trail of golden swirls. An odd protrusion in the wall causes you to step back, losing the trail for a moment but picking it up, a bright gold patch, perfectly circular and shining like-
“What are you doing in my tent?”
You gasp and jump back, bumping your lower back on a wooden chair tucked into the table. A hand shoots out, latches tightly onto your wrist. You freeze, following the arm up a sleeve, and to a chest, black silk with a pendant dangling just below his collarbones, a single gold coin. Your eyes jump up, apology on your tongue, but you can’t force your mouth to move when you’re greeted with two gleaming eyes, trained solely on you.
No, not gleaming. Glowing.
You swallow hard as he blinks slowly, eyebrows narrowed and partially blocking what looks like swirling irises of molten gold, a depth that draws you in. “I- sorry,” you croak finally, feeling his grip around your wrist loosen, the delicate bones aching. “It did say ‘enter’.”
You can’t be sure in the dim lighting, but a slight flash of white makes you think he’s smirking at you. “My sign says ‘Enter Sandman’. Are you a sandman?”
You blink slowly. “No.”
“Hm, I didn’t think so. I am the sandman. And you are the trespasser.”
Your mind feels hazy, two beats too slow. “Do you want me to… leave, then?”
His hand lets go of yours completely. It leaves you feeling oddly unmoored. “You could leave,” he offers lightly, “but then you’d never get my help.”
You want to turn around, some illogical urge to make sure the exit is still free, that the fair is still in full swing outside. It feels so quiet in here. But you don’t want to turn your back on him. The hairs on the back of your neck are at full attention and your instincts are going haywire like a faulty compass, unsure what to feel. You swallow past the dryness in your throat. “Your help?”
The gilded glow of his eyes - some modern fashion contacts, no doubt - gently illuminate the dark eyelashes that frame them. They narrow at the corners, like he’s grinning at you. “My help,” he echoes. “You look tired, little girl. Can’t get to sleep?”
The blood in your veins runs cold. In the cool shade of the tent, goosebumps break out along your arms. “How did you know that? Are you meant to be a psychic or something?”
His tongue clicks in irritation. “I’m a sandman. I believe I told you that. I can promise you restful sleep every night. For a price.”
You scoff, the reality of the situation dawning on you. Cool shtick, you allow. The dude certainly had a good way of setting up atmosphere. “Let me guess, $29.99 plus tax? Or buy a whole week for a hundred? Thanks, but no thanks.”
You turn before he manages to reply. In fact, he remains still in the time it takes you to stumble around the table in the dark, making your way to the bright sliver of light streaming in through the folds of the tapestry. Your hand is on the rough fabric before you hear his honeyed voice again.
“My price isn’t currency,” he states simply.
Your hand remains frozen in the air. Damn you and your constant curiosity. “What is it, then?” you ask, twisting around. Now that your silhouette isn’t blocking the candlelight, you can make out a vague outline. He’s tall, but you already knew that from the height of his eyes. “Your price, I mean.”
He steps forward, just one foot dusting the exposed ground, but it’s enough to bring him closer to the light, enough for the dancing flame to shine upon his face.
With the lighting from below, heavy shadows are cast below his brows and his hairline, but you can see the warm bronze tone to his skin, and the fine bone structure below it. He’s still smirking, just the slightest quirk to his lips, and his chin is jutted forward smugly. He’s gorgeous.
You can’t help but swallow again as his piercing eyes stay fixed upon you, the slight pink of his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth as his grin widens. “Dream of me.”
--
You feel like you’re floating. You’re in a bathroom, looking in on a shower. Although the glass should be fully fogged up, with the rest of the room humid with steam, you can see through perfectly, to the naked form inside.
In real life, you would leave immediately, at the very least turn away, but in the hazy logic of your dream, you simply observe.
His head is against the wall, forehead pressed to the tile as water pelts down his tanned back. One hand props him up; the other is between his legs, fisting at an angry red erection. It drips precum with every jerk of his wrist, disappearing amongst the slightly soapy water that circles the drain. You can’t see his face with how the sodden bronzed locks of his hair cling to it.
Although the showerhead seems to be spraying full power, his pleasure-filled groans are what fill your ears. The way they trail off shakily every time he twists his wrist just below the tip, the gruff curses under his breath. You listen and watch as he falls apart from his own ministrations, the muscles in his buttocks clenching as he begins to thrust into his hand, panting slightly.
Like hearing from underwater, you slowly becoming aware of a murmur that the man chants, louder and faster each time, as his hand speeds up. Your mind runs slower than treacle, but you do your best to focus.
“Y/n! Y/n, fuck, yes! God, right there, I’m not gonna last, fuck!”
You mentally recoil, though your body simply continues to watch, honed in on the way his whole body undulates, chasing the pleasure with every fibre of his being. He moans your name, panting onto the slippery tile. He’s close; you can tell by the way his hips shudder.
With a shout, he spills himself onto the floor of the shower, spurts of it catching and running down the wall, pooling at the bottom before washing away. He jerks himself languidly until the last drop runs down over his knuckles, and then lets out a satisfied exhale, using his toes to wipe away the last of it, before straightening up again, rinsing his face in the stream.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he says one last time with a relieved sigh, “mm, thank you.”
Finally, he stretches out an arm blindly to reach for the metal nozzle, cutting the flow of water short. He tips his head back, pressing at his scalp to wring out some of the water, and you catch your first real glimpse of his face. A face you recognise very well. As you stare at the man you had met in the tent, the details of the bathroom blur away, fading into wisps of steam. His eyes, glowing gold, are the last two pinpricks of detail before the dream dissolves into nothingness.
You wake up with a jolt, the sheets underneath you sticky with sweat. It was real. You dismiss the thought with a shake of your head the moment it occurs to you. If anything, it was probably just your mind playing on what had happened as a way of processing it. But then again, you had slept the night through for the first time in almost a year. Speaking of...
Sitting up and stretching languidly, you curse upon viewing your alarm clock. You’d slept through your first class. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” you mutter in resignation, frowning when you become aware of a prickling sensation in your eye.
You rub at it, only to hiss when a sharp stinging sensation attacks the sensitive nerves. Blinking away the tears that spring up, you kick off your blankets, jogging barefoot to the bathroom to inspect it in the mirror.
Leaning in close enough that your breath creates little foggy patches on the glass, you make out some substance clogging up the inner corner of your right eye. There’s some on the left too, though not as much, and you use a wet wipe to carefully brush it out.
In confusion, you pull away the wipe and inspect the grit that’s come away. Like something you might find at a luxurious beach (though you haven’t been to one since you were a kid) a clump of golden sand sits on the moistened fabric, finer and more delicate than caster sugar. The colour reminds you of the hair of the man in your dream, of the man you met the day before. What the fuck? With a deep breath, you force yourself to clear out the rest of the sand from your eyes and clear the worry from your head.
--
“What sand tent?”
You stare at Yoongi in something mildly related to disgust as he shovels an ungodly amount of beef wrapped in a lettuce leaf into his mouth, dark dipping sauce gathering at the corners of his mouth. “A sandman tent. You know, the big neon sign? It was right beside the little homemade fudge stall.”
He chews noisily, brows furrowed in thought. “The one old Jeanie set up? That was right at the end of the row, Y/n, there wasn’t anything past that.” You go to protest, but Yoongi makes a sound of disagreement. “Seriously, Y/n, there wasn’t. I remember because she was complaining to me about the organisers trying to hide her stall since she’s taking all their business. I went there for some of her earl grey fudge but that certainly wasn’t the tea I ended up getting.”
You roll your eyes at his joke, but your heart isn’t in it. “I went in the tent, though. There was a dude there and everything. He said he’d give me a good night’s sleep if I dreamed of him, and I said sure, and for the first time in fucking ages I actually managed to sleep properly.”
Yoongi’s chopsticks hover over the beef sizzling on the barbecue. “Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Dream of him,” Yoongi clarifies.
You think back to the sight of him in the shower, streams of clear water washing away the cream he spilled on the floor, of the way his eyes pierced into you right as you woke up. Your cheeks heat at the lewd imagery. Normally your memory of dreams faded over the day - at least, when you were a kid they did. But every detail seems branded in your mind in full definition. Ducking your head, you reach out for a strip of cooked meat and avoid your friend’s gaze.
“Oh my god, you did! Was he hot?”
“Yoongi!”
“What? If he was, I wanna go track him down and get a dream. Why does all the cool shit happen to you?”
You sigh, though a reluctant smile tugs at your lips. You can never stay mad at him and he knows it. “Shut up and eat your damn lettuce wraps,” you mutter petulantly.
Over the lunch spent with Yoongi, you find the thought of the mysterious man slip from your mind, instead feeling reenergised from your good rest and cheered up from the good food and company.
--
You dream of him again the next night. Not a bathroom this time; an airplane. At the start, it feels like reality, only slightly more...fluid. The strange quality of a dream where everything is simultaneously crystal clear and blurred.
He’s beside you, the middle seat as you take the window. Outside, clouds melt into blue sky and in the cabin there are faceless individuals filling the seats.
“You dirty girl,” the sandman whispers, a hand on the inside of your knee. “You’re soaked for me.”
You widen your eyes and look down. The moment you see the dark patch forming in the crotch of your pants, a wave of arousal hits you as if it’s on a delay. “Yeah,” you breathe in awe. “Want you.”
His eyes sparkle behind thick lashes. “Oh, do you really?”
You bite your lip. “Please.” For a moment he looks remarkably casual, commonplace. He tilts his head at you and leans back, drawing your attention to his dress shirt and tie, and perfectly ironed pants, but when you drop his gaze to look over them, you gasp.
His shirt is unbuttoned all the way, gaping open to reveal his unclothed chest. The tie dangles down his bare skin, guiding your eyes to his crotch, where his pants are lewdly spread open, zipper parted to reveal the waistband of his underwear. A delicate trail of golden hairs dip from below his belly button to underneath the fabric, and without thinking, your hand stretches out towards it, fingering the edge of the waistband.
Rather than speak, you give him a questioning glance, but what greets you makes you suck in a breath. Just like the first time you met, he’s radiant; godlike. His hair is a silken warm blonde, gentle waves that frame his delicately arched brows. And his eyes. When you meet his gaze, his irises glint and shift, a brilliant gold that swirls around dilated pupils. This is the first time you’ve seen him properly in the light.
He narrows them slightly in amusement, drinking in your reaction. With a barely-there background of the airplane cabin, general shapes and blurs, the man sitting beside you is in startling clarity. Everything seems to revolve around him, a fixation you can’t shake. “Please,” you mumble again unconsciously, hand slipping below the elastic of his underwear.
He’s hard as a rock, though his face shows no desperation, only mild amusement with the way you lick your lips. As you massage him indulgently, you can’t help but recall the sight of him in the shower. Would his cock be the same in this dream?
“Watch out,” he warns, before breaking your gaze to face the aisle. Belatedly, you hear a squeaky wheel, a trundle cart being pushed down towards you. As the figure of an air hostess slips into view, you attempt to quickly retract your hand, though it seems your brain and body aren’t on the same track anymore. Even as you mentally strain with the want to take your hand out of his pants, it refuses to cooperate, wrapping your fingers fully around his length, running your thumb over his head.
He chuckles lowly, head tipped back luxuriously on the head rest, devoid of any shame. The air hostess is talking to the two of you, but your cheeks burn and you can’t bear to look at her. The sandman calmly orders a hot tea, only pausing to groan in relief when your rogue hand slips him out of his pants and into the cool air of the cabin. He’s making conversation with her, discussing landing times and stopovers, and your eyes fill with embarrassed tears as you feel yourself bending down, dipping your head to take him in your mouth.
Unlike any men you’d been with before, he tastes slightly sweet, a flavour that satisfies your tastebuds. The moment your tongue dips out to swipe up the bead of precum that’s gathered, it’s like your humiliation melts away, and even though you feel yourself regaining control of your hand, you continue to pump the base of his cock, lapping up as much of the moreish taste of him as you can.
“Now that’s a good girl,” his honeyed voice soothes, a reassuring palm brushing your hair out of your face gently, “just give in to me.”
You moan around the head of his cock and suck him down deeper. As you lower your head more, it seems your perverted dream-logic has taken away your gag reflex, and soon you’re removing your hand, nose pressing against his hip bone. He lets out a low, purring groan, and you grip the flesh of his thigh through his pants in response. You can feel him in your throat as you begin to bob your head, but instead of feeling like you’re being suffocated, you just feel deliciously full. A wave of wet heat rushes between your legs as you picture how it would feel to be that full somewhere else.
“Yes,” he sighs, “god, it’s been so fucking long, don’t you dare stop.” You pull off him with a pop quickly to look up, expecting the air hostess to have moved on by now, your dream sequence having gone down a different path, but she stands there, perfectly put-together and professional as she stares down at you. Behind her, you notice with a jolt that everyone in their seats have turned to look at you; countless generic faces that blend into nothing the moment you look away.
“They’re all watching,” you comment with a raw throat, though arousal at the thought of it slides through you like a hot knife, feeling your pants cling to you, impossibly soaked.
His smile is radiant and the gold in his eyes darkens to burnished bronze. With a hand on the back of your neck, he guides you back down. “Then give them a show.” He moans low in his throat when you take him in your mouth again, tongueing at the veins that run along the underside. His fingers slip around the other side of your neck, pushing down on your voicebox. You can feel the way his constriction traps his cock in your throat. You can’t breathe, but it is no longer necessary, your heart thrumming gently in your chest even without oxygen to pump it.
He presses down more firmly, an iron grip around your throat that closes your throat around his length. “I wonder…” he muses. With a dark laugh that sounds almost inhuman, the man pulls slowly, lifting you off him until only the tip sits on the back of your palate, barely inside your throat. Though you don’t understand what’s going on, or how your mind has gotten so depraved to picture this, your clit throbs in your panties and you remain obediently in his grasp, waiting for his next move. “Mm, so you are going to be a good girl for me.” You feel pressure around your throat again, though this time he’s pushing you back down. With your throat cinched inside his grip, his cock pushes at the cartilage, completely blocking your airway. Your eyes water, but somehow you remain still, the only part of you moving being your head as he uses your throat as a cocksleeve, pushing you down until your lips touch the skin around the base of his cock.
He isn’t overly vocal, but his indulgent grunts and moans seem amplified in your ears. He moves faster once you continue to take it, fucking up into you every time he plunges you down. He reaches his end quickly this way, and when he flattens his other palm over your scalp and holds you there, a warm release sliding down your throat, sweet like condensed milk, so much that it bubbles up and pools in your cheeks, spilling down your chin.
When he finally releases you, you come up, sucking in a shuddering breath. The spectators are still there, though it looks like the scene around you is melting, falling in on itself. The lines between things become blurred, colours on their faces merging into dull greens and browns, like mixed paint. With a horrified gaze, you watch the morphing shapes begin to clap slowly, applauding your performance.
“I guess they liked it,” he plainly remarks. You turn to face him again, but his forehead is creased, eyes clenched shut in focus. “Fuck, that was so… I can’t hold it, shit-!”
The moment he swears, all detail begins to fall away faster than before, the vibrant gold of his hair and tanned skin blending away into a black nothingness with the rest of the plane, and you gasp, cracking your eyes open with the sound of applause still ringing in your ears, slowly sounding out into the buzzing phone on your bedside table. You fling your arm out from the warm covers, batting it around until you can turn off the alarm, and let out a groan.
Your eyes feel dry and crusty, like you’ve been sleeping for days, and when you rub at them the same gritty sensation from the night before stings the inner corners. You pull your fingers away and squint at what’s resting on the pads of your fingertips, unsurprised when you’re greeted with those fine grains of perfectly golden sand. Tearing up at the irritation, you gingerly remove as much as you can, swallowing the dryness in your throat. A small price to pay for decent rest, you promise yourself, though a slight curl of doubt rests stubbornly in the back of your mind.
--
That night, as you drift off blissfully early in the evening, you’re ready. Upon admitting to Yoongi that they were sex dreams - your friend was beyond jealous - he had managed to convince you that you were cursed by the mysterious stranger, that he was a witch or an incubus. His plan, which you are determined to execute tonight, involves confronting the man himself - “Don’t forget to ask him if he’ll give sex dreams upon request!” - and demanding that he releases you from the curse.
Though you were still a little sceptical that it was anything more than an overactive subconscious, you feel assured going to sleep that at least you know what to do should he return.
And return he does.
Not a bathroom this time, nor a plane. In fact, it’s an environment completely foreign to you, all the more hinting at the fact that this maybe isn’t just your mind conjuring strange scenarios. Like the other two times, you feel hazy and sluggish, and it takes you a while to distinguish the scene around you.
You become slowly aware of lush carpet fibres beneath your feet, the gentle hum of an air conditioning unit, almost totally drowned out by unintelligible murmuring, a television left on.
He is in the room with you, on a couch. Head tilted to the side, locks of thick gold rumpled and messy. Bare feet up on the coffee table and black sweatpants riding low, exposing a narrow strip of tanned flesh below his t-shirt, he looks unbelievably… domestic.
You swallow hard, steeling your nerve. “Hey.”
He remains unresponsive, eyes locked on the television. No, not completely unresponsive; the corner of his lip quirks just slightly. You tamp down a rising streak of irritation.
“Hey,” you repeat emphatically.
With a sigh, the young man reaches out for the remote that rests on the arm of the couch, muting the television. He flattens you with an unimpressed look. “Yes?”
“What are you doing in my dreams?” The question seems unbelievably childish once you say it, so you cross your arms petulantly. This does not help.
He quirks an eyebrow, grin widening to reveal his teeth. “Enjoying myself,” he answers simply.
You huff. “Your stupid tent thing at the fair, was it even real?”
“Did it feel real to you? Did I feel real?” When you simply press your lips closer together in annoyance, he drops the cockiness, leveling an impatient stare at you. “You gave me permission to be here, I hope you remember. Words have power, Y/n.”
You frown at him, unsettled. “I never told you my name.”
He barks out a condescending laugh. “And I never told you mine, but you know it, don’t you?”
You run your tongue over the edges of your teeth as you ponder this. His name comes to you like a fact once-forgotten. The moment you think it, you know wholeheartedly it’s right. “Taehyung. But- How do I know that?”
His eyebrow twitches down, like he’s tiring of your lack of understanding. “Because I’m in here, Y/n,” he hisses, pointing a finger to his temple. “I’m deep inside you, inside your subconscious. I can access every thought in that pretty little head of yours and you can’t do a single thing about it because you were the one that let me in.”
You balk at the fiery steel that has entered his expression, the molten gold in his iris darkening as a sneer stretches across his face. You swallow away your nerves, though your chest continues to flutter uncertainly. As if Taehyung is the focal point of this plane, which you suppose he is, colours and textures shift around him, blurring into shapeless swirls at the edges of your vision. Even as he sits in front of you in startling clarity, just as malevolent in sweatpants and a tee as he was standing over you in the dark of the tent, you find your eyes unable to move off of him. You clear your throat, tears pricking. “I didn’t know what I was agreeing to,” you defend weakly.
He laughs, one short bark that contains no real humor. “Yes, you did. I said ‘dream of me’ and you agreed. You just thought I was some fake scam artist, didn’t you?” With one swift movement, he stands up, and you falter back when you realise just how tall he is. He steps forward once, twice, three steps and his chest almost touches yours. While the swirling sands in his eyes normally jumped and flickered teasingly, now they churn in tight circles, belying his intent. You’re reminded of a shark circling in bloody water. “Well, Y/n,” Taehyung taunts, “do you believe me now?”
Though you tremble, you force yourself to push your chest forward and your chin up. “I believe you,” you allow, voice wavering only a little bit. “So, what are you?”
His lips tighten, eyes lifting to the ceiling in exasperation. You jump when you feel his hand brush your elbow, clasping your upper arm loosely. “Y/n, little Y/n,” he chastises, “stop asking questions that you already know the answer too. How terribly boring.”
You want to shake your arm out of his grip, but his touch is hot, like the heavy warmth of a fire, and you can’t help but want more of it. Judging by the way his fingertips tease at the sensitive skin of your shoulder, he knows it too. “Fine, you’re a sandman. What the fuck does that even mean?”
He sighs shortly, head tipping back down to catch your gaze. His arm drops, and you tremble at the cold air, feeling oddly put-out. “Sit down,” he commands simply. Without waiting for a response, he turns his back to you and flops his body onto the couch, kicking his feet back up onto the coffee table, eyes lazily following the characters on the muted television.
You bite your tongue, doing as he says. It’s strange; you’re barely aware of your own body in the dream, can barely feel the texture of the couch underneath you, yet every nerve in your body is hyper-fixated on the tingling remaining warmth from his hand on your shoulder. You feel yourself wanting to lean in to him in the hopes that he’ll put his hands on you again. You can’t help but wonder if it feels that electric if he touched you somewhere else.
Fuck. Snap out of it. “I’ve sat down now. Can you actually be serious and answer my questions?”
Like a switch is flipped, his grin drops and his eyebrows flatten. “Fine,” he allows in a chastising tone, “let’s be serious.” You watch in amazement as the scenery around you drops away. Like melting wax, the television, walls, coffee table, everything but the couch the two of you are on morph and fade away. “This is my terrain now,” he states calmly, “I choose what you see, what you experience, what you feel. So if I were you I wouldn’t be so rude to me.”
Your jaw moves for a few moments before you can voice anything. “Why are you doing this?”
His eyes flicker, though the mischievous glint is gone. “I’m a sandman,” he explains simply. “I only exist in this dream realm. I can only interact with things in the dream realm. Out there, in your world, I have no sensation, no feeling. But if I can get a naive little human like you to give me access into your mind, then your dreams are my playground. And I fully intend to play.”
With a dry mouth, you clear your throat. “Fine,” you say, “you can do whatever the fuck you want in my dreams but leave me out of it.”
The smirk returns to his face, lips pulling back to reveal teeth. He runs his tongue over them as he sits forward, placing a hand on your knee, fingers wrapping around. You try not to jerk at the sudden touch, the burst of heat. “No can do, sweet thing. You see, if I did something without you around it wouldn’t exactly be your dream, would it? And besides,” he breaks off, grip tightening around your leg as he leans in to press his cheek against yours, teasingly nipping at the skin of your earlobe before he murmurs, “where’s the fun in that?”
--
Your bed mocks you. This morning, wanting a clean slate, you had washed all the sheets and now it lies before you perfectly neat and pristine, just begging for you to hop in.
But you refuse. You won’t be falling asleep tonight. If Taehyung thinks he’s in control during your dreams, then fine. You just won’t dream.
“I thought you’d be making the most of your newfound ability to sleep,” Yoongi comments curiously, feet kicking at the edge of the mattress. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the exhaustion that pulled at your eyelids without reinforcements, so you had called in your favorite insomniac to keep you company.
Swaying aimlessly back and forth on your desk chair, you shrug. “I haven’t hung out with you in ages, I felt like a good, old-fashioned sleepover.”
He narrows his eyes at you, though it’s not particularly intimidating. “I’ve never once slept over at your house, idiot. What’s the real reason?”
You avoid his gaze, studiously focusing on picking a movie on Netflix. “Fine, then. I wanted the goss on that fair boy. You got his number, right? But you never told me how it went.”
Mission successful. Yoongi lights up, suspicion forgotten. “Hoseok! His name is Hoseok, and he’s amazing. We actually… went out for coffee the other day.”
Your eyebrows lift, shutting down your laptop lid to fully give your attention to the boy across from you. “Like a date?” Yoongi grins and nods enthusiastically. “You casanova, you! What’s he like?”
Yoongi’s eyes flicker strangely in the dim evening glow that peeks through your curtains. “He’s great,” he gushes, “friendly, and bubbly, and has the most beautiful smile. But… actually, I guess you could say there’s something I need to tell you.”
You frown. “What? What’s up?”
He pouts, kicking his heels more insistently against the edge of the mattress. “The date was really nice, and Hoseok is really nice, but I couldn’t stop thinking that… that maybe I just liked him because he was like you.”
Your face freezes in an expression of pure confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”
Yoongi ducks his head. “I’ve been trying to deny it for years. I figured you saw me as a friend and nothing else, and I thought if maybe I focused more on guys instead of girls I could separate myself enough from the image of you, but clearly that isn’t going so well for me.” He laughs, bitterly, and you’re overcome with the urge to rush forward and hug him. Nevertheless, you stay rooted in your spot.
“Yoongi, what are you saying?”
He shrugs, body hunching over like it always does when he’s shy. “Hoseok is nice, but he’s not you. And I think it’s time that stop lying to myself.” He looks up, then, eyes soft. “I think I’m in love with you, Y/n.”
Your lips are parted, jaw slightly slack in shock. “...okay,” you state eventually. Well, this is one way to stay awake. “So, uh, I don’t- What do we do now?”
Scratching behind his ear nervously, Yoongi bites his lip. “Maybe I… Can I kiss you?” When you don’t respond, he shuffles forward a little on the bed so that his feet rest on the ground. “Just once, to see if you feel anything. And if you don’t, we never have to bring it up again.”
You sigh out a rushing breath. “Okay. Yeah, okay.” Fighting the erratic pounding of your heart, you stand up on shaky legs and sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder and nose to nose.
Now that you’re right in front of him, something foreign rises up in your chest. It feels like he’s the only person in the world, like you can’t look away from the tender look in his eyes. You can practically feel the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt. He leans forward, and you reflexively suck in a shallow breath, eyelids fluttering shut.
His lips are featherlight when they first brush against yours. You feel a palm come up to cup your cheek, and his fingers tentatively fiddle with your hair. Like you’re magnetised, you lean in, and that small sign of reciprocation is enough for him.
Yoongi deepens the kiss, mouth slanting to get a better angle as he urgently moves his lips against you, tongue dipping out to swipe at the seam of your lips, encouraging you to open up to him. You gasp when his teeth nip gently, tugging the sensitive skin before letting it go with a kitten lick to soothe the bite marks. You’ve never felt this alive before, and it’s a wonder to you that until now you had never looked at Yoongi this way. Now it almost feels like he’s pure, euphoric oxygen and you’ll die if you break away for a second.
His hand has dipped into your hair, gently pressing the back of your head to hold you against him, and his other arm insistently grips your hip, encouraging you to get even closer. A searing bolt of need rips through you, and you swing a leg up, straddling him. He’s hard beneath you, and the feeling of him makes you groan, gingerly grinding your hips.
His tongue is in your mouth now, flicking against yours and sucking it back into his mouth like he wants to envelop you in his embrace. His fingers tighten in your hair, gripping a handful. You whimper, hips still working against him.
“Yoongi,” you make out in a hushed tone, “that hurts.” You sigh in relief when the sharp tugging on your scalp relaxes, his palm soothing the sting. Relaxing against him, you moan into his mouth when you feel him slip his hand under your shirt and palm at your breast, seeking out an already-stiff nipple, no bra to obstruct him. He rubs it, rolling the peak between two fingers, and you feel wet heat gathering between your legs.
Out of nowhere, he roughly pinches and twists your nipple and your legs jerk in response to the pain, your instincts wanting you to back away from the harsh sensation, but before you can sit up off him he’s yanking on your hair again, twisting your neck back enough that you can feel the muscles twinge and your scalp burn. Your eyes fly open in shock, only for you to freeze.
Taehyung sits beneath you, dressed in the same shirt and basketball shorts that Yoongi was in, though his much broader chest makes the baggy fabric look fitted. He stares up at you with spit-slicked lips and blown pupils, almost completely enveloping the gold of his irises. With a shit-eating grin, he releases your nipple and pats it, chuckling under his breath when you twitch.
“Wha- What did you do with Yoongi?” you demand, as forcefully as you can while your legs are still around him.
He drops his gaze, sliding his hand over to your other breast, the fabric moving over his hand your only warning before he begins to flick your other nipple, every few seconds as you jump and try and twist away. Though he only has one hand in your hair, you feel completely anchored in place, like your arms and legs are too heavy to move even if you tried. “Yoongi is at home, my little human. Haven’t you worked it out yet?”
“You pretended to be him,” you guess, “he probably never came over, then.” He quirks his eyebrows once in affirmation, still teasing roughly at your chest, dragging a fingernail over and over the abused nerves of your nipple, the other one still aching. “But you said you couldn’t feel anything in my world. So what, you’re just doing this to fuck with me?”
A bewildered grin lights up his face. “My god, you’re dense,” he remarks in wonder. “Let me spell it out for you. Yoongi never came over because you never texted him earlier tonight. And you never texted him because you’ve been asleep since you got up onto your bed to put on the washed pillowcases. This is a dream, sweet thing. You’re in my world.”
“But-” You splutter for a few moments, glancing around at your room. Everything seems in perfect order. “This isn’t like the other ones, I… The dreams you create are always messy at the edges like an unfinished painting, but I can see everything fine now. This exactly what my room is like.”
“Convenient, then,” Taehyung teases, “that I can make dreams as realistic or rudimentary as I want.” The levity vanishes from his face, leaving behind a dark grin. “You’re out of your depth, Y/n. Stop assuming things just because you don’t know any better.”
His grip on your hair loosens as you do, realising shaking out of his hold is futile in a plane he completely controls. “Then how am I supposed to tell if something’s a dream or not?”
He leaves your nipple alone, hand dipping to fiddle with a pant hem of your pyjama shorts, calloused fingertips running lightly along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His smile is brilliant, wider than you’d ever seen on him before. “That’s the beauty of it, little human. You can’t.”
You shiver as his hand disappears below the fabric of your shorts, rising up to brush against the front of your panties, thumbing at your clit through the cotton. You feel the tension leave your body, and though a part of you is terrified by this knowledge, a different side takes over. The side that’s indulging in the warm pleasure unfurling in your stomach as his uncharacteristically gentle touch stimulates you. The side that says, you already know you’re dreaming now. Fuck it.
Taehyung watches in bemusement as you relax above him giving in. Only once you sigh out in pleasure, hand resting on his shoulder for stability, does he remove his thumb from you just enough to grip onto the elastic waistband. He tugs, and you feel the strangest sensation of the fabric dissolving, being pulled off you from the side even though you never hear or feel a tear. By the time his hand emerges from your pant leg, the fabric is whole again, and he bunches it up in his hand, chucking it away from you. With your panties gone, the sewn hem in the crotch of your pyjama shorts drags against your clit, and you heave a shuddering breath, rocking your hips to chase the friction.
“Do you want a hint?”
You blink, staring down at Taehyung in confusion. The golden silk of his hair hangs low over his forehead, but you can’t mistake the glitter of his piercing gaze on you. “What?”
His hand leaves your hair, sliding down your back until it rests on your ass, gripping the flesh and pushing you down onto his crotch. “A hint,” he repeats, “for knowing if this is a dream.”
You stare down at him, eyes lidded. “What?” As you speak, you feel something begin to move beneath you. You frown, looking down, and suck in a horrified breath when you lean back and see his crotch. The tented erection from before is...shifting beneath the fabric of his shorts, creating a rippling effect. You watch it entranced, as one bump slides upwards towards the waistband, prodding at it, before it manages to slip underneath, peeking out to show something that glitters in the dim lighting…
“The real world doesn’t have this,” he reveals, leaning back slightly as a rounded, blunt end of a golden appendage draws out of his shorts, rising in the air between the two of you. It’s smooth, fleshy yet entirely inhuman. He grips your ass tighter and pulls you forward, the tentacle feeling surprisingly cool as it lays down, curling around your thigh. It clashes with the heat from his hands on you, and you feel yourself sighing out, basking in the contrasting sensations.
“Is that...your real form?” you ask tentatively, curiously reaching down to touch it. It’s firm yet moving, much like muscle, and when you run a finger down the tapering length of it, it flicks in the air, seeking more of your touch.
“I suppose,” Taehyung allows, “though when I can become anything I like, a real form doesn’t matter much.” He stares intensely at the tip of the appendage as it winds around, sliding underneath the fabric of your shorts just as his hand did earlier, though this time with your panties gone there’s nothing between him and your core, and you let out a surprised moan when you feel it begin to massage your clit, pressing its way lower to try and get between you and his crotch, seeking your entrance. Your mouth falls open, too shocked to react to anything except the pleasure, and the sandman hums in response. “You see? These things don’t exist in your world. Your world is dull, basic, human. In here, anything is possible. This doesn’t have to be a fight, Y/n. Give in to me.”
You sigh out, your stomach thick with pleasure, and you nod slowly, lifting your hips to leave some room for the golden tentacle, which doesn’t hesitate before pressing deep inside you, more and more of the tentacle slipping out of his trousers and up into your cunt until you feel a pressure deep inside, the tip poking at your cervix.
Your legs are jelly and your fingers are iron tight on his shoulders as you moan, the sound broken up by choked gasps. “So...deep,” you pant out, mind unable to string together anything more than that, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, as his brows are knitted together in pleasure too, huffing out groaned breaths in a beautiful baritone.
“God, it’s been so fucking long, you have no idea,” he curses deep in his throat. He closes his eyes in concentration, and you feel the thick muscle shift inside you, recending from your wet heat like waves in low tide, before slamming back up into you, striking your g-spot with a change in angle. You keen, head falling forward to rest on his shoulder, wishing you were out of the restricting fabric of your shirt and shorts already, wishing you could run your hands over his bare chest and shoulders, hot like a furnace even as his golden member cools you from the inside.
It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced. The cock inside you moves and writhes like it has a mind of its own, but it’s addictive; almost like the deft flicks of a tongue, the tentacle navigates you from the inside out, stimulating parts of you you didn’t even know could feel pleasure. You find yourself mindlessly grinding into it. Since it gets thicker the closer to the base it gets - though you still haven’t seen where that might be with how long it is - you rock yourself against it, your clit receiving delicious stimulation that has you almost drooling.
Taehyung’s tanned skin is glistening with perspiration and the glow of his irises is so dark it’s almost amber below his lids. With his hands gripping your ass and hips tightly, he lifts you up onto your knees again so that he can begin to rut his hips up into you, the tentacle splitting you open with every thrust. You tremble and buckle but you’re somehow kept aloft, top half leaning heavily on his chest as the stretch and the deep warmth of pleasure bring you closer to the edge.
On this angle, your clit no longer grinds against the gleaming gold of his slick-covered cock, but Taehyung’s thumb blissfully finds it and you cry out in relief as he quickly rubs it, speeding up your high. “‘m close,” you moan out deliriously, feeling desperation at your impending orgasm shorten your breath.
“Thank god,” the sandman breathes, his face increasing as he grunts with exertion, “I need to fill this perfect pussy of yours up already.”
Your mouth drops open as the constant stimulation paired with his words pitch you over the edge. Your orgasm takes you by storm, seizing up and shuddering violently on top of him. When you clench around him, Taehyung swears throatily and lowers you down again, both hands firmly planted on your ass as he grinds deeply into your core, reaching his own end.
You’re slowly on the come-down of your powerful orgasm as he begins to spill into you, and you hiss at the sudden warmth filling you up. Streaks and streaks are milked from him, and when you finally get the energy to sit up a little and look down, your eyes widen.
Your stomach is a little rounder than normal, a bulge just below your belly button that you can see as your shirt’s ridden up. And below that, your pyjama shorts, absolutely soaked with cum. Your hands grip his shoulders as you feel him continuing to move inside you as the fabric turns dark with moisture, until you see it flood past, wetting your thighs with deep bronzed gold, rich and gleaming. When he finally twitches and goes still, the thick substance has begun to slide down your knees and stain the bed, an exorbitant amount of it that spills more and more every time you shift.
In wonder, you lower a hand and tentatively swipe your fingers through it, marveling at the way it reflects the light and glosses thickly, dripping down to your wrist. Unable to resist the curiosity, you wrap your lips around the tip of your pointer finger and suck, letting the taste of him fill your mouth. Immediately, you hum as the rich taste of dark chocolate fills your mouth, at odds wth the metallic colour. You raise your gaze to Taehyung, who’s propped back on his elbows, staring up at you with his cock still buried deeply inside. His eyes are dark, pupils blown even wider than before as you systematically lick off each finger, being sure to flick your tongue between them before catching the drip that runs halfway down your forearm, indulging in the deep flavor.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Taehyung swears, groaning when you lean forward to press your mouth to his, sharing his taste between your lips.
You let your tongues lazily dance around each other for a few languid moments before he curses and breaks off.
“I can’t hold it,” he admits, and you look around to see the walls and furniture in your room crystallising and morphing together, losing detail until the colour begins to melt away, the black void slowly creeping inwards. “I don’t want this to end already, fuck.”
You place one last kiss upon his swollen lips. “Don’t worry,” you remark with a playful grin, “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
#kscproject#bts smut#taehyung smut#ksmutclub#thekimlinenet#smutcentralnet#bangtanarmynet#btswriterscollective#btswritingcafe#btssmutclub#taehyung x reader smut#bts x reader smut#bts oneshot#bts fic#bts x reader#taehyung x reader#kth#taehyung#dom tae#sub reader
7K notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
qsycomplainsalot
Home of the Gun Witch
tournament-hq
TOURNAMENTHQ
childesnarwhal
min ♡
glorymerc
we have a city to burn
pickledpopcorn
my strawberries will rule the tri-state area