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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Intro: Serendipity

Summary: Yn has her dream job as a producer for Run BTS, but when she breaks the number one rule - to not get involved with any of the members - her life will change forever.

Pairing: BTS!Jungkook x female producer!reader

Genres: idol au, smut (18+)

WC: 3k

Warnings: I use the f word a lot, drinking, unprotected sex, fingering, jk is kind of an ass

Disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction. Although this is BTS, I don't in any way believe the members or their company would ever act in this manner. It was just an idea I had for a story. Don't get mad at me.

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You had to give yourself a hand. The idea for the staycation episode of Run BTS at Josun Palace Hotel had all been your idea. One that the hotel jumped at since the publicity they would get from the boys being there would be great for business. And since you'd already rented out the hotel rooms, most of the crew and the members had decided to stay the night. Only those who had families to go home to had decided to pass on what Yoongi had correctly identified as the hotel's famous bar.

You definitely did not fall into that camp, having been single for the last--well, long enough. It might be a stretch to say you're happily single, but you aren't unhappy, since it allowed you to focus on your career as an assistant producer for the show. You absolutely love working on the production, coming up with weird situations and games for the boys. Being the only female on the production team gives you an advantage in knowing what ARMYs want to see, which is basically as much of the boys being as cute and funny as possible. Not that the fact that you come up with the show's best concepts and work longer and harder than anyone else is making you even nearly as much money as any of your male counterparts, but that's the wage gap for you, and at least you get to do something you love.

Something else you love? Drinking those same male colleagues under the table. It's become something of a point of pride for you to be able to keep up with the boys at work, and you're putting them all to shame in the hotel bar. Good thing you've all got rooms upstairs. Some of the guys are having to double up, but since you're the only woman you've got a room all to yourself, and as another one of your colleagues drops his head to the table you're ready to use it.

Just one problem. You haven't been able to find your phone all night. And you're pretty sure you left it in Jeon Jeongguk's suite.

Namjoon and Seokjin had gone home hours ago to their families, eager to spend as much time as possible with them before they left for tour in a month. Hoseok had taken advantage of the hotel's spa amenities before going to bed early for his beauty sleep. Yoongi had actually gone down to the bar for a while and had a couple of glasses of whiskey with the crew before sinking into a blissful sleep. That was hours ago and now it's well past 2am.

Ordering a couple bottles of soju and beer up to Jeongguk's suite had been Jimin's idea. It was a poorly veiled attempt to keep him from going out to a club and preying on the locals. Taehyung decided to join in since his girlfriend was out of town for work anyway. It was a night for them to reconnect as bros, Jimin said.

It wasn't like they couldn't use it. As Tae had gotten more and more domestic with his girlfriend, not to mention the other two with their kids, and Yoongi spending more time producing, the boys had begun to drift a little. They still spent endless hours together working of course, but as the occupancy of the dorm thinned their bonding time grew less. With so many distractions in their lives on top of the pressures to continue to produce and perform as one of the top acts in the entire world, time to actually enjoy each other's company had severely diminished while the boys found other ways to relieve the pressure.

Jeongguk's favorite way to blow off steam over the last couple years was to go out, get drunk, and hook up with random women. As the reins of the company--and perhaps more importantly Namjoon's influence--had begun to loosen, Jeongguk became eager to destroy the impression that he was the baby of Bangtan. While he never did stop working hard, he no longer attempted to maintain a squeaky clean reputation. He was rather more gratified by ending up in the tabloids than dampened by a half-hearted lecture by Namjoon or the managers.

For his part, Jimin had been an early participant in Jeongguk's escapades, but he quickly tired of the idea of random hookups. He would have rather sought the kind of loving relationship other brothers had found, but no one caught his interest either. Nor did he appreciate the way the nights out affected his performance the next day-- something that somehow never slowed Jeongguk down. What he hated most though was going out with his friend only to go home alone.

A night of drinking and hanging out, just the three chaotic maknaes was exactly what was needed. It had gone fairly well, too. Everyone was happily toasted and ready for sleep when they'd reached the bottom of the soju bottle.

Jimin and Taehyung are just giddily stumbling their way from Jeongguk's suite, still laughing as they lean on each other just as you step out of the elevator. They both greet you warmly as they pass you in the hall.

You didn't want to disturb anyone, but you're glad that it seems Jeongguk is still awake. You had decided that if all was quiet on the top floor that you would wait to look for your phone until morning. Surely it's dead now anyway and won't bother anyone. But you're relieved that a hope remains of finding the device.

Seeing you come down the hall, Jeongguk decides to wait in the doorway, curious as to what could be bringing you in his direction since only the boys' rooms were down that way. You sway to the right as you make your way down the hallway but correct yourself just before you run into the wall. Your cheeks are tinged red from drinking and your hair is a bit out of sorts, but you smile brightly as you approach him.

"Jeon Jeongguk," you greet, using his full name in a formal manner as you always do, without making it seem like you're beneath him. You've always made the distinction that you work for HYBE, not them. You work together to produce Run BTS. You're colleagues, but you're also not friends.

"Y/n, you're always so formal. We've told you to stop that." He flashes you a smile he knows women find irresistible as he continues to lean in his door ways, muscular arms folded over an equally toned chest.

"Jeonggukie oppa!" You mock aegyo and he laughs.

"Yeah, you're right. That feels wrong," he laughs, not least because you're older than him. "What's up, Yn?" You don't notice the way his eyes appraise you, dragging over your curves. He never thinks about it much when you're working, but he admires your figure now.

You bow your head with a sigh. "I think I left my phone in your suite earlier. Have you seen it?"

Jeongguk smirks. He'd never meant to set a trap. In fact, he normally enjoys a bit more of a hunt, but either way, he is a predator. Jimin had deprived him of a meal tonight, but now it seems all is not lost.

"I haven't seen it." He has. "But you're welcome to come in and look."

"Ah, thank you Jeongguk-ssi." You smile up at him and he pushes the door open so that you have to pass underneath his arm, between his body and the door, to enter the room. In your state you think nothing of it and enter willingly. Jeongguk's smirk tilts upward as he catches a whiff of you passing by.

"Do you have any idea where you left it?" Jeongguk asks casually as you walk right by the shelf it's sitting on. He grabs the phone and slips it into his pocket.

"I don't know. I was all over here, really." You wander into the bedroom of the suite, not really thinking. You try to mentally retrace your steps, but it was so many drinks ago.

Jeongguk leans in the doorway and watches you bend over to look under the bed. Maybe it fell under there. Nope. "What about the living area?" he suggests and smiles innocently at you as you walk by, but makes no show of trying to help you look so you can get out of here quicker.

"Maybe," you hum as you wander to the couch. You flip all the cushions up and then place them neatly back in their spot. Then you stand in the middle of the living room, turning in a slow circle with a confused look on your face. Where could it be?

Jeongguk tries his best to hide his mischievous smile. "The last place would be over at the desk," he offers, still making no effort to even pretend to help look.

You shrug and sway your way past him once again to the side room where there's a desk and a dining table. He grins to himself once again as you bend over in front of him to check beneath the chairs and table. Seeing nothing on the floor, you go around the desk to check the elegantly decorated shelves behind, and Jeongguk follows you.

"Ah, is this it?" Jeongguk asks, and when you turn to him he's got your phone pinched between his fingers.

"That's it! Where did you find it?" you gasp.

"In my pocket," he grins cheekily.

You look up at him dumb founded. "What was it doing there?" It must be the alcohol making you this stupid.

Jeongguk shrugs. "I was just holding it for you, so I could bring you here," he tells you as he steps closer.

You swallow, watching him come toward you, his eyes intent on yours and just as glassy, too. "Why would you want me here?"

"You're very beautiful, Yn." You scoff at the non sequitur. "Really, Yn," he assures you, bringing his hand up to brush hair off your cheek. "We talk about it whenever we see you. You could've been an idol."

It's a line he uses on girls all the time, and even though you are pretty, he doesn't mean it in the slightest. But it's given him the chance to get even closer to you, and you're so shocked by the words that you hardly notice that he's pushed his body up against yours, pinning your backside to the desk that's behind you now. You haven't even taken your phone back from him. He sets it on the tabletop behind you and his lips hover a few inches from your face.

"You're drunk," you try to laugh, but it's just air leaving your mouth and you look down to his chest because that's less intimidating than looking at his face.

He won't let you get away that easily though, and he puts a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Sure, but I still know what I want, and that's you," he whispers low and you can feel his breath on your lips.

He's so overwhelming.

Hell, Jeon Jeongguk is overwhelming from across a room. And here he is pressing himself against your body, telling you you're beautiful and looking at you like he wants to absolutely devour you. Now his hand is on your hip, moving slowly but firmly toward your ass. And yeah, this is one hundred percent sexual harassment, but you're drunk and he's him and frankly it's been ages since anyone has touched you or looked at you like this. So it doesn't take much for you to melt, especially when Jeongguk presses his insanely soft lips to yours.

The hand on your ass pulls you toward his hips while his other hand comes up to cup the back of your head and brings your face closer to deepen the kiss. Your head tilts automatically to let your lips fit perfectly together. Maybe you can't remember the last time you felt like this, but your body remembers what to do. Your hands grab onto his hips just as you part your lips to let his tongue into your mouth. He moans at the taste of liquor on your tongue as it glides playfully against his. It makes a loud smacking sound when he pulls his mouth away from yours only to place his lips against the skin of your neck, just below your jaw and you think briefly of a vampire!jk x reader fic you read last week. Fuck. Once you're able to breathe in enough air you briefly return to your senses.

"Jeongguk, we can't," you pant as he presses his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you shiver.

"Why not?" He hums after sucking gently on the spot.

"Because… the company." You can hardly breathe, hardly think with the way his hot mouth melts your skin.

"I won't tell if you don't," Jeongguk promises, his voice warm and husky against your damp skin.

What remains of your rational mind loses to the alcohol and the feel of his large, tattooed hands on your thighs, making their way under the hem of your business casual dress, gripping you firmly to lift you up onto the edge of the desk. Your skirt rises all the way up to your hips as he makes room for his body between your legs, pushing them wide as you wrap around him. You raise your hands up to weave into the hair at the back of his head when he returns his lips to yours. One of the hands resting on your thighs inches closer to your core until his fingers stroke your clothed slit. He can feel the heat radiating from your center and he sucks on your bottom lip when your head tips back and you moan at his touch.

"No one will ever have to know," he assures you when he slips his fingers under your panties to feel you.

If you were sober you might feel embarrassed as the way you whine when his fingertips stroke your folds, but he smiles against your lips. He loves it. He probes his middle finger into your cunt and hums happily.

"You're so fucking tight, Yn," he remarks. "Mmm but you'll have to be a little more wet for me if you want to take my cock." He palms himself through the soft material of his sweats. "You want my cock, don't you?"

You should take more time to think about it. Never in your wildest dreams have you actually thought about fucking the real Jeongguk. Sure you've read your fair share of smutty fanfiction, but you'd never really imagined it before. But you don't take any time to think at all. You merely whisper yes as you rub your aching pussy into his palm.

"That's a good girl," he praises, keeping his hand pressed firmly against your core. He slips another finger inside, earning a small groan from you while you grind your clit needily against the heel of his tattooed hand. With one hand behind you on the table to steady yourself, the other grasps his neck and you pull his mouth to yours again. Jeongguk curls his fingers into your sweet spot, pleased to feel you get wetter around his fingers as you take what you need from him. You can feel the tension start to build in your lower abdomen and just as you start to clench around his two fingers he pulls them away.

"Fuck that's such a good pussy," he groans as you're left feeling a little annoyed at the sudden emptiness. "I need to feel you on my cock," he nearly growls.

Jeongguk pushes his shorts to the floor and lets them pool around his ankles before he reaches to your hips and clutches at the smooth fabric of your panties. He doesn't make a meal out of removing them, opting instead to pull them quickly and harshly down your legs and leave them on the floor. Then he grabs under your knees and positions your legs so they're spread wide with your ass and your heels all perched at the edge of the desk.

"Fuck, that's so pretty, Yn," he compliments quietly as he takes you in, stroking his cock. You lick your fingertips and reach down to rub circles around your perky nub, giving him more to look at. He groans softly, his hips pushing involuntarily forward, fucking into his own hand. He's seen enough. Now he needs to feel you. "Keep rubbing your clit, gorgeous," he instructs you as he lines up at your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, and you cry out, but he doesn't wait at all before he starts to move back and in again.

You let go so you can grip the bottom of his shirt and pull it roughly over his head. You're only gonna get one shot at getting fucked by Jeon Jeongguk, you might as well get your money's worth and enjoy the whole show, especially if you're gonna have to get yourself off. Not that he minds at all. He loves the way your eyes drag up his body from his cock that's fucking into you, over his washboard abs and bulging pectoral muscles before raking down his right arm covered in beautiful art. No he doesn't mind at all. He just buries himself in you.

"Fuck, I knew you'd feel incredible," he mutters to himself. "Don't think I've ever felt a pussy this tight."

You pull your dress over your head yourself, because fuck you're just that desperate to have his skin on yours. You give him an encouraging look when he lifts his hands to grope your breasts and your own hand returns to stroking your clit. With more than enough stimuli in front of you and his thumb on your nipple intensifying the white hot electricity filling your body, it's a matter of minutes before you're pulsing around him, crying out senselessly as your orgasm crashes through you.

The moment your walls cease throbbing around his hard member, he pulls out and pulls you off the desktop as well, your feet just catching you. Luckily you've just enough strength in your legs to keep you from falling. Jeongguk spins you around so you're facing away from him and bends you over the table. Quickly, he's filling you with his length once again and it feels like there's more of him this time. Harder, longer, thicker as he plows into your soft warm pussy. The wet squelching sounds of his fast, needy thrusts into your depths fill the room along with your heavy breathing as you can do nothing but hold onto the desk and let Jeongguk have you, your breasts and tummy pressed flat against the cool table. His fingers dig into your fleshy hips as he rails you, desperately chasing his high while he once again admires your curvaceous ass. He forgets himself, losing sight of the fact that he didn't bother with a condom, and it's not long before he blows hot white cum against your walls, filling you up.

Jeongguk gives a few slow pumps before he's completely finished. Then he takes a step back in the small space available and after a deep breath, bends over to raise up his shorts to cover his lower half. You don't move until he clears his throat. The air in the room that was hot and humid with lust just a moment ago seems to have suddenly gone cold. You place your palms on either side of your chest and push yourself up to standing once again, but then you are still, feeling his eyes on your naked back.

"You should probably leave, so no one catches you here," he says quietly but firmly, running a hand through his dark hair.

His words have a wave of shame suddenly washing over you. Clearly he's got what he wanted and now it's time for you to leave. That's for the best, you think. Without turning, you reach for the dress you left on the desk and slip it back down your body. Then you grab your phone and slip your feet into your flats, and you turn to leave. You only make it a few steps before he calls you back.

"Yn?"

You turn sheepishly in his direction and see him right himself after bending over.

"Don't forget these," he tells you, extending your underwear to you.

Anxiously you snatch them from his hand and scurry out of the room, already feeling his cum dripping past your entrance. You jump when you hear the door close heavily behind you, but you've already made it some distance down the hall. You hardly breathe until you're in your own room and then you throw yourself on the bed.

What the fuck have you just done?

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