Kinktober day 26 - Yoongi/Orgasm denial

Warning: Orgasm denial, bratty reader

• It’s your own fault you ended up here.
• But it definitely wasn’t your intention.
• It’s just so fun to tease them.
• You’d spent the entire day flitting between your lovers
• Riling each of them up in the way you knew would affect them the most.
• You pitted Jin and Jungkook against each other for your affection
• You’d spent the better part of the afternoon “subconsciously” stroking Namjoon’s thighs.
• You made direct eye contact with Hobi and completely ignored every one of Jimin’s attempts to gain your attention.
• You lead Tae on as you ate ice cream while he was working out.
• Everything went wrong when you attempted to play with Yoongi.
• Really you should know better by now, the rapper doesn’t take too kindly to teasing.

• You’d asked him to show you what he was working on.
• But instead of sitting still and listening like a good girl, you’d sat in his lap and wriggled.
• He’d ignored you to start with, going through the motions of showing you his work.
• Unsatisfied with his reaction, you’d leaned back into his shouldered and moaned as if every weight in the world had been lifted off of your shoulders.
• You rolled your back against his chest and sighed against his ear.
• His hands froze on the keys, and you smiled to yourself, content.
• You had intended to take yourself off to hide then, let one (or more) of them find you later to make up for your games.
• But Yoongi didn’t let you stand when you tried.
• He slapped down on your thigh and held you in place.
• You looked at him as innocently as you could manage, seemingly confused.
• He didn’t buy it for a second.
• “I don’t like naughty girls Y/N.” He stated matter of factly.
• He allowed you up, a hand holding your wrist to keep you from running.
• “You are going to apologise to each of the boys for distracting them today, but first you’re going to make it up to me.”
• You nodded, the tone in his voice warning you not to argue.
• “Bedroom princess, Now.” It was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with the authority of a king.
• You scurried along to his and Jin’s shared room and sat on the edge of their double bed.
• He walked leisurely behind.
• Bringing you to now…
• He has had a vibrator attached to your clit for 20 minutes now as his fingers play with your holes.
• Your hands are cuffed to the headboard with a towel lain out beneath you…
• He’d made that mistake before and didn’t fancy Jin’s disapproval all over again.
• You were leaking all over his fingers.
• Dripping onto the towel.
• Making quite the mess of yourself.
• It feels too good.
• But it is a punishment after all.
• Each time you have gotten close Yoongi has changed the vibration pattern and stolen your orgasm away.
• He kisses you softly every time.
• A sweet gesture from the outside.
• A known gloat to those that know him.
• He gets off on the fact that you can’t, not without his say so.
• The ultimate control.
• He dips his head between your legs licking at the slick.
• Partially to clean you up, partially to tease you more.
• There is no pressure behind his motions, but the promise of his tongue is just so close.
• He kisses you again when you are clean.
• Pushes his tongue covered in your own juices into your mouth for you to taste.
• He stretches his fingers inside of your asshole one more time before pulling back, the thumb inside of your pussy leaving too, making you feel empty.
• The vibrator stops and he wipes the remaining dampness off of your legs.
• You moan, overstimulated and unsatisfied all in one.
• “Aw pretty sounds baby… maybe I should sample you on that track that’s now laying unfinished… a little like you.” He chuckles as he undoes your cuffs.”
• You rub at your cuffs and sit up, making sure to flash him your best pout as you do.
• “Apologise to the rest of the boys… however they want you and then I’ll finish you off princess.”
• Your eyes light up at the permission.
• It’ll be easy to get one of the others to finish you off.
• “And I’ve already texted them to tell you no.”
• His gummy grin is in complete opposition to his evil words.
• You sigh a roll your eyes.
• “I don’t have to finish you off at all today you know?”
• “Sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll go find the others right now!” You launch forward and kiss him on the lips before sprinting from the room to track down your first apology.

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Just some really fluffy married sex

Nothing was going right for your poor husband today. He was trying to finish production on the new album. Mostly just finishing touches, but there was one song that refused to sound the way he wanted it to. You’d joined him around lunch time, bringing him lunch and making yourself comfortable on his sofa, mostly just to make sure he ate. For a while you just watched him work, content to watch him do what he does best. As the afternoon wore on, he was getting no closer to his goal and you unfortunately had things to do around the house. You stand to make your way out of the room, but he grabs your wrist.

“Stay” he whispers, pulling you close and burying his head into your tummy. You stroke at his hair, pulling slightly to relieve the pressure of the headache you were sure he had by now.

“Okay baby” you kiss his forehead and sit back on the sofa. There is a book laying on the table and you take it upon yourself to start reading. You’re only half a chapter in when you find yourself falling asleep. Sounds of frustration break through your nap. Yoongi’s head is in his hands, defeated. Your heart cries for him, knowing how stressed he is. Standing, you move to behind his chair, rubbing his shoulders. He leans into your touch, sighing at the small stress relief. He would never admit it, but Yoongi was a very tactile person, the tiniest touches could make him feel worlds better. You adjust the pressure, digging your thumbs deeper into the sore spots. He pulls you in to his lap and plays with your hair. Stroking you helps to calm his energy and yours. The track is still far from finished but now he feels lighter, like it will all fall into place soon.

Having felt him relax, it’s not long until you get a little frisky. Moving so you are straddling him, you nuzzle your face into his neck and play with his hair. He continues to work for a little while longer, but you feel his hips wriggle uncomfortably as his arousal grows. You grind your hips downwards, wanting to feel the friction of his fly against your leggings. Hands grab at your hips, forcing you to stay still. Yoongi’s eyes are filled with nothing but lust when you lift your head to look at him.

“I’m supposed to be working my love” he whispers, although it’s clear he doesn’t want you to stop. Instead, you lean your head forward, claiming his mouth with your own. Nibbling at his bottom lip until he allows your tongue entry to explore.

“We will just have to be quick then baby” you retort. He lifts you from his office chair, having you wrap your legs around his waist. Your back hits the studio door as he reaches for the lock before laying you out on the sofa. Clothes fly across the room, as eager hands roam over newly exposed skin. Mouths meet in a fever, eager to taste each other. The thought of sex in the Big Hit studio was thrilling. Sure, it had crossed your mind a few times, it just always seemed like an illicit fantasy. Your husbands tongue travels down your body, licking everywhere he could, occasionally stopping to kiss and bite little marks in his wake.

“I thought that said quick Yoongi-ah” your voice lilts at the end as two of his delicate fingers make their way inside your dripping hole. He scissors the digits making your back arch from the stretch.

“I’ll be as quick as I can jagi” he coos. The fingers are gone as soon almost as quickly as they enter, and you find yourself already mourning the loss. Its short lived as you find his face next to yours once more, his hard cock pressing at your entrance. “Ready?” you nod, and he pushes his way in. the lack of prep has you cringing at the stretch, but the burn feels so good. You signal its okay for him to start moving and he starts. At first his thrusts are achingly slow; you can feel every inch of him. Gradually his speed builds, each little increase like a small new torture for you aching pussy. He moves to lean on one elbow. This leaves his other arm free to drift between your bodies.

His hand plays with your clit, rolling it expertly, in the way only he knew how. The sensation had you keening. The familiar knot in your stomach was building fast. The release was sweet, a wave of pleasure, passed over your body with a moan of your husband’s name. your grabby hands search for him, needing him closer. They come to settle in his hair, tugging at the strands in the best way. His orgasm isn’t too far behind yours and the two of you lay there for a moment before he pulls out, all his weight resting on you.

“Okay my love I think that’s enough for today” he gets to his feet and finds some tissue to help clean you up. “I think it’s time we tidy up and just went home” he helps you up from the sofa and pulls you into a sweet embrace before helping to collect the clothes strewn across the room.

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Subspace - kinktober - day 25

Sub!Jimin

Jimin lies on the bed. A complicated series of knots keep him spread wide for you as your hand whips at his thigh. A glowing red mark is left behind at the harsh slap. Jimin lets out a groan at the pain and squirms in his attempt s to recoil.

“So useless baby, can’t even take a little slap” your pout is mean as you lean forward to lick at the sore flesh, leaving a harsh bite in the middle, making him howl again. You loved him like this. So fucked out, barely able to form a sentence as you tease every inch of his flesh. So eager to please your every whim. You crawl up the bed leaving soothing kisses along his stomach, admiring the marks you left there earlier. You come to as top at his head. Knees straddled either side. He licks his lips at the sight of your dripping pussy, presented so tantalizingly close. He sticks his tongue out and tries to push his head forwards, wanting nothing more than a taste of you, his treat after being played with for so long.

“Not yet Jiminie,” You scold pushing his forehead back “You are to wait until I say so” you use one had to push his cheeks together, his lips forced into a perfect little pout. “Do you understand me slut?” he nods as best he can in your grip, and you release him, patting his face patronizingly. You arch yourself backwards and play with his dick, teasing him relentlessly as your clit brushes against the tip of his nose. He writhes a little underneath you, desperate not to cum. He knows he isn’t allowed without your permission. As you feel him stiffen, unable to hold it in himself, you let go. You return your attention to his head. Your hands find purchase in his hair as you lower yourself onto his lips. You pull at his blonde locks as a signal for him to start, and he does. He laps feverishly at your folds, drinking in your arousal as he whimpers from the taste. You tug at his hair, controlling his angle and focusing his attention where you need it. As always, your perfect little sub fails to disappoint. Your orgasm comes quickly coating Jimin’s face as you grind down, suffocating him just a little.

You pull back as the pleasure fades and reach for a towel to clean him.

“Are you okay baby? You did so good for me today, you were so perfect for me.” He is clearly still stuck in his head, his eyes unable to focus. “Let me take care of you baby and then we will go take a nice cool bath okay?” he nods, and you move to untie his restraints, looking over for any bruising left behind. When you are sure he is okay you slip between his legs to take care of his till throbbing cock. You carefully slip it into your mouth. Aiming to please, not tease, you take the full length and lick at the thick vein along the underside that you know drives him crazy. He is cumming within seconds, ropes of cum shoot down your mouth and leave a trail connecting you to him as you release his softening dick. You clean off your mouth with the same towel and find his favourite blanket out of his care box.

Wrapping him up tightly and stroking his face you whisper “Come back to me baby, you’ve been so good” he finally manages to meet your eyes before blinking a few times. A lazy smile crosses his face.

“That was so fun Miss” you lean in to kiss his puffy lips before leaving to run that bath you promised

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Just one more? - kinktober - day 24

Overstimulation sub!jk

It’s been over an hour since you interrupted Jungkook’s studio time by tying him to his chair and pulling down his jeans. You just couldn’t help yourself. He looked delectable, and no matter how hard you tried to focus on the work you needed to get done, your mind kept wandering back to how peachy his ass had looked that morning. He needed to be punished for making you that needy.

You stroke your hand up and down his cock, fingers playing with the remnants of his second orgasm. He is even prettier like this. His mouth ajar just a little, your name tumbling from his pouty lips as you bob down to lick at his slit. He shudders as the overstimulation hits him and a tear rolls down his cheek. You pull your hand away only earning you a petulant whine.

“Please don’t stop…” his voice is breathy, as if he’d just ran a marathon.

“Jungkook…” you start to reason, concerned you had pushed him too far, having started with edging him before forcing two orgasms in quick succession. His eyes find yours, filled with nothing but love and lust.

“Please? Just one more? I’ve been so good…” if he weren’t strapped down, you’re sure he would be on his knees begging for you to continue. “please Y/N I’m okay I promise please.” His whine breaks you; your hand returns to its earlier position. You pump quickly as his groans of pain mix with the pleasure on his face. You lower your mouth and take him whole, gagging a little as he hits the back of your throat. One hand moves to play with his balls as the other steadies you on his thigh, rubbing comforting circles with your fingertips.

He cums quickly as you hollow your cheeks and accept the pitiful dribbles of his third release down your throat. He is panting hard. You’ve fully untied him before he has come around from his orgasm. Your brows knit together concerned, unsure if you should’ve given into his begs, but powerless against his needy eyes.

“Baby are you okay?” you reach out a hand to stroke his cheek and he nuzzles into your warmth. “Words baby I need to hear your words”

“M’kay” he manages, somewhat dreamily. Its clear he is still caught up in pleasure. You grab his hands and pull him up, with some difficulty, and lead him to your bedroom. He lays down in the center of the bed and you crawl to him cuddling into his side before he drifts off holding you like a teddy bear. Looks like you’re still not going to get that work done.

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Baby blues - kinktober - day 23

Namjoon X reader

Impreg kink

The baby shower had been in full swing for a while now. Playing game after game: guess the size of the baby, make the best clay baby, pin the bonnet on the baby. Absolute classics, and unfortunately absolute boredom. The women handling entertainment had lost your attention a while back. Instead you were focused on the group of men in the corner, most looking as bored as you, save two. Number one being the father-to-be, beaming with pride every time his wife brushed passed him, his fingers caressing her bump at every chance. The picture of wedded bliss. Number two was your doting fiancé. He was awestruck. Picking up and cooing at tiny booties, getting way too invested in the ins and outs of pregnancy, glancing at you with a warm smile. You knew Joon wanted a baby, and soon. You’d talked about it a lot, managing to get him to settle for a year after your wedding. It’s not that you didn’t want kids, you just wanted to spend time just the two of you for a little longer.

By the time party is wrapping up, there’s no mistaking the broody, lust filled expression on Namjoon’s face as he hurries you out of the venue.

“I need to get you home… right now!” his voice is low in your ear, making you shiver. The drive home seems to last forever. His hand stroking along your bare leg, pushing your dress to uncover more and more of you as you drive. You swat at his advances, trying to focus but he is difficult to stop when he gets like this. His fingers creep closer, playing with the lace on the edge of your panties. A little whimper betrays you, and he knows he has you. He cups your core and plays with you through the fabric. By the time you pull into your drive he has made you a panting mess. You turn off the engine and reach for the door only to find Namjoon had already done so, after sprinting round. He lifts you out of the car bridal style and rushes into the house, only pausing to kick off his shoes before throwing you onto the bed.

“I’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum the birth control you’re on will be useless.” His lips find yours briefly before trailing down your neck, his fingers resume their earlier task of playing with you through your underwear. You thrust your hips begging his hand for more friction. He obliges, slipping the flimsy fabric to the side and dipping his middle finger through your slick. He moans as he feels how wet you are. Not wanting to wait any longer he pulls your dress around your hips and peels your panties down your legs. His head comes to rest between your legs, his beautiful eyes staring up at you from such a risqué position never fails to turn you on, a wave of arousal washes over you.

“You’re so gorgeous baby…” his warm breath tickles your thighs “Think how pretty you’d be glowing, my baby growing inside of you.” His large palm covers your tummy as he inches a little closer to your pussy.

“As true as that may be, I wouldn’t be able to see those amazing eyes that I love so much if I had a stomach the size of a watermelon” Joon takes this moment to make his move, removing the smug look from your face. His sucks so violently at your clit your eyes are forced closed.

“Doesn’t look like you can see them anyway” his voice sends vibrations through your nerves. You peel one eye open and meet his mischievous gaze. He winks before going back to work. Two fingers stretch you out, scissoring inside you, bending to reach that sweet soft spot, all the while sucking harshly at your clit. Your high hits like a wave. Eyes squeezed shut as you squirm on his mouth. He kisses up your pubic mound, leading up until he reaches your belly button, making a point to pay attention to where his baby could be.

“You know I’m not pregnant right?” you joke.

“Not for lack of me trying” he winks at you again before shedding himself of his pants. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock springing free. You make grabby hands for it, eager to take care of him the way he did for you. “Not today Y/N, I need you too much” he pins your hands above your head with one of his, the other supporting his weight, and he pushes into your waiting cunt. He dips his head, biting and sucking at your neck, creating little purple marks wherever he goes. His thrusts are hard and well-aimed, each one hitting at your cervix, leaving you feeling impossibly full. He releases your hands so you can play with yourself. His newly free hand lifts your leg to give him better access to you. Moans tumble freely from his mouth adding to your pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his mouth up to yours in a passionate embrace. Your lips trail down his chin until you reach the spot that makes him come undone every time.

His hips falter as you nip at the sensitive skin before going harder with a new-found fervour. It’s not long until you feel the familiar ache between your legs, this climax hits you softer, a comfortable burst. A small whimper that escapes you as Namjoon cums, thick ribbons shooting deep inside your unfertile womb. He slides himself out of you and pulls you close, his hand immediately drifting in between your legs, pushing his seed back inside of you.

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant for real” he mumbles into your neck.

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Sorry it’s late ‍♀️

Fresh snow glitters under the glow of the streetlamps. Every step produced a satisfying crunch as you and Seokjin walked through the park. Completely smitten, staring more into each-other’s eyes than at the road ahead. Your arms are looped together, refusing to let any innocent bystanders separate the two of you, not that there were any around to try; most sensible people had determined it too cold to go for a Christmas eve walk. The trail you’re following twists and winds, bare branches overhang creating a beautiful frozen canopy.

“I don’t think this Christmas could be any more perfect if we tried.” You sighed, cuddling into Jin’s shoulder.

“How about we go for a sleigh ride?” He points at the horses on the horizon. You grin and nod enthusiastically, speeding up to make sure nobody beats you there. Jin chuckles as you pull him along, smiling fondly at how excited you had gotten. You reach the horse drawn sleigh quickly and pay the elder man the fare before clambering in. A thick blanket is draped over the two of you to prevent the winter chill. The driver snaps the reigns and the horse pull forward to travel their well-known route around the park.

“So, what did you ask Santa for this year?” Jin brings his lips right to your in a move that could be taken as innocent by anyone watching, but it makes you shiver as his hot breath hits your skin.

“Oh, I’m not getting anything from Santa this year, I’m on the naughty list.” You state matter-of-factly. Jin raises and eyebrow but entertains the thought.

“Oh? How did you end up there?” he regrets asking you that as he watches you slip off a glove and wriggle you hand under the blanket.

“Let me show you exactly how I got on the naughty list.” You crane your neck up a little to nibble on his ear as your hand wanders over his crotch under the blanket. The zipper to his jeans slides down almost too easily allowing you unbelievably easy access to his crotch. His eyes go wide when his brain catches up to yours. He glances towards the driver and then back to you, but you just put a gloved finger to your lips as the fingers under the blanket wrap around his member and slip it lose from its confines. You trace the line of a vein with your fingernail and a small whine escapes he lips. The driver fidgets but doesn’t turn at the noise.

You settle your body against your boyfriend’s side. The picture of a couple desperately in love with one another to any onlookers. Realistically just a better angle for your antics, regardless of how true their thoughts may also have been. You swipe you thumb along his slit, using the small amount of precum as lubricant in your cold palms. He bites his lip as you take pleasure in administering long, slow strokes along his shaft. He nearly draws blood when you speed up. One particularly hard rub proves too much for Jin as he moans. Immediately, your hand snaps above the blanket. The driver turns to check on the two of you, eyeing you suspiciously but ultimately coming up empty.

“Would you be quiet? Or do you want to be caught?” his cheeks turn a little but redder at your suggestion, making him no less kissable. You pull his face to yours kissing him deeply before returning your hand under the blankets. “I think you want this poor old man to see what I can do to you, is that it Seokjinnie? Can I get you off on just the thought of being watched?” you mumble against his lips your strokes at his cock get faster as the red reaches his ears. Another moan tumbles from his lips but neither of you look up. He is so close you can feel him twitching. Every time you reach his tip, he jolts a little. His eyes meet yours, asking for silent permission. You nod your head, and he stops holding back, releasing all over your waiting palm. You lick the remnants away as the end of the route comes into sight.

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Hate you more - kinktober - day 22

Jin X reader

Hate sex

Kim Seokjin. Even the name made you boil with loathing. He was loud, narcissistic, and obnoxious. Yet somehow everyone around you loved him. They craved his attention, swooned when his eyes met theirs. Everything about him was infuriating. Which is why you’re not exactly sure how you ended up bent over the cleaning supplies in the dorms cupboard for the third time this week as he railed you from behind.

It started after a night in with the boys. You had gone round to play video games with Jungkook and Tae, but he was constantly around. You were sat mid Mario Kart race when he entered the room placing himself on the armrest of your chair

“I see you’re losing Y/N” He taunted. In actual fact, Tae was far behind you, but he only cared about making you feel bad. The others had said that you were looking too far into it, all a joke on their hyung’s part but you were convinced it was part of some unspoken vendetta. No one believed you though, after all Jin would never want to make someone feel bad. The small smirks when someone comes to his defense tell you otherwise. You elbowed him in the ribs, making him fall from his perch and then ignored him for the rest of the race.

You placed a very close second, losing to Jungkook. The night had continued in much the same way, each of the boys had come home and joined you in the living room. Your casual gaming day became a full-blown game night. Someone suggested playing Mr and Mrs, Jimin and Taehyung going first. The only problem with that being they were on the same wavelength every answer had matched, meaning every turn lead to you and the rest of the boys having to drink.

Next the 94’s took their turn, not quite as consistent as the soulmates but still close. They failed on two answers: who is the better rapper (opting for each other), and who is better in bed (opting for themselves). At this point you were relatively tipsy having played another drinking game before getting to this point. Your head a little hazy, you hadn’t realized who they chosen to be your partner until it was too late.

As expected you and Jin answered every question differently. Neither willing to concede that the other might be better at something. The boys original plan had been for you to find some common ground, an answer that matched… a compliment given… something. They got nothing. So, they devised another plan. Jimin spilt his drink on the tiled floor, pretending to be a lot more drunk than he was. Namjoon offered to help him clean himself off, asking Jin to fetch the cleaning supplies for the floor in the meantime. Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed you, pushing you into the small supply closet and face first into Jin’s chest. The door slammed shut behind you.

“Guys this isn’t funny” you whined, banging on the door. It was no use. A note slid under the door.

“Reconcile your differences, we will come back for you later’

You’d let out a huff and made yourself comfortable on the floor, dragging your knees into your chest.

“NAMJOON-AH…. YOONGI-AH… THIS ISNT FUNNY.” His grating voice reverberated around the room.

“Would you just shut up!” you snapped, “They aren’t gonna let us out, all your doing is giving me another fucking headache.” He looked at you curled up on the floor and shrugged, not really caring what you thought.

‘JUNGKOOKIE-AH, YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE” he shouted for a little longer before realizing they really weren’t coming back. He lowered himself down to the floor across from you and assumed a similar position, except he’d been staring at you. “This is your fault you know?” he accused. You scoffed and met his eyes.

“Oh do share how you think this is my fault, oh-wise-Seokjin” you lifted your head to meet his stare. It was clear he hadn’t appreciated the sarcasm dripping in your tone, but he replied anyway.

“If you didn’t have such an abrasive personality, I wouldn’t hate you half as much and they wouldn’t have deemed this necessary” his matter of fact tone had pissed you off so much, you’d leapt to your feet, furious. His mirrored your action, getting right up in your face challenging you to come up with an excuse.

“If you weren’t so self involved, you would see that the world doesn’t revolve around you asshole” you were breathing heavily, vibrating with anger “maybe you should consider that my personality isn’t abrasive, I just don’t worship you and that frustrates you to no end” his eyes flitted away from you gaze for only a moment before he had scooped you into his arms. Lips desperate against yours. All the anger being taken out in this one intimate movement. The two of you had come away chests heaving, just as the door was opened by a very afraid looking Hoseok. You had shot one last glare at Jin before storming out of the dorm that night.

Now the two of you were in the cupboard once again, this time by choice. It was the only place the boys wouldn’t look for the two of you. They never cleaned the dorm themselves; it was the perfect place to hide. Jin had you bent across one of the shelves. Back pressed firmly in to the wood as he thrusted into you, taking out all of his frustration at you on your dripping pussy. One hand was wrapped in your hair pulling sharply, as the other rubbed furiously at the sensitive bunch of nerves between your legs. Your hands sort purchase on his biceps, grasping so hard the half-moon prints from your nails were sure to leave bruises.

You found it very therapeutic to let out your anger this way. Seeing his stupid face contorted in pleasure, ruining his perfect façade mad you hornier than you thought possible. The shelving unit shook with the force of each push. The occasional cleaning product falling to the floor around you. Jin’s hips stuttered as he reached his high, releasing his cum deep inside of you. The relief on his face made your stomach flutter in what you believed to be disgust. Once he had regained full function his hand pinched at your clit, rubbing, flicking, and stroking until you came on his softening cock. He helps you to your feet without a word, grabbing a clean rag and handing it to you before he zips himself up and walks out of the small room. You follow shortly behind after smoothing your hair and dress. You walk into the kitchen to find the maknae line staring at you.

“What?” you question.

“You know if you wanted to keep that a secret you probably shouldn’t do it in a room that shares walls with most of our bedrooms” Jungkook’s tone is nonchalant, earning him snickers of approval from his band mates and intense blush that creeps up your face.

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the dream ends, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary:What happens when a dream ends? You awake.

act one, dancing on dreams>>act two: dreaming in reality>>act three: was it a dream>>act four: lucid dreams>>act five: dreams are made of this>>act six: dream sirens>>act seven: wildest dreams>>act eight: nightmare>>the dream ends

warnings:rated M (18+) for language; depression; alcohol consumption; self-destructive behavior; mention of experiencing a panic attack; reader is pansexual; angst / fluff / feels; mentions of and alludes to smut; non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers with Yoongi and JK; switches between JK, Yoongi, reader, and omnipresent POV

a–dick–ted au. It is recommended to read all other parts before this one, as it alludes to many moments in all the previous parts.

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“Why didn’t she want me?”

Day in, day out, skirting responsibilities, making excuses, his life and heart falling apart, promises broken, nothing mattering, friends trying to step in and him pushing them away, everything balancing on a thin, thin line, slowly, gradually, crumbling.

“What did I do wrong?”

Most nights, lost in a haze, playing the game of will he wake up tomorrow or not.

“Jungkook, get up.”

That tired voice, raspy with strain and pain, drifting down. Hands reaching under his armpits and hoisting him up with a grunt of effort, because he was bigger, younger, and stronger than the body trying to carry him, but he couldn’t bear it, couldn’t believe it, couldn’t standit.

He reached out for another beer, but a pale hand covered his, gently pulling his hand away, squeezing his fingers.

“You’ve had enough.”

The thinner body was holding up his fragile self, struggling. He clung onto it, clutching onto the leather and burying his face into the collar. Black hair. Pine, leather, whiskey.

“Hyung…”

That small, weak voice wasn’t his. It wasn’t. In his head, he was confident, happy, playful, holding her hand and dragging her to him, on top of his body once more, rough, wild, passionate kisses, warmth and desire, his forever dream, his never-ending moment.

“I’m here with you.”

He hadn’t even realized how loud the house was, bumping into people and stumbling as Min Yoongi dragged him along, holding him protectively, blurred faces and strange shadows all around, and he couldn’t look at the people around them, judging and scrutinizing, shaking their heads. He chose to stare into black hair instead. The stench of alcohol was so strong. It was disgusting, but he couldn’t avoid it. In his stomach, his mouth, his lungs, threatening him, drowning him from the inside out.

“I still…” he slurred, voice cracking, unable to finish.

“I know,” Yoongi said gruffly, but it was consoling somehow, the way he said it. “I’m right here with you.”

Yoongididknow.

When he closed his eyes, he could see it, her profile, the shape of her eyes, the tilt of her head and her cascading hair. The way she looked at his room, inspecting the music memorabilia, knowing they were all parts of him. The interest, the awe, the…

He would call her name and she would face him, those plush lips parting, looking right at him.

And he could feel it. He swore he could, and he said so that fateful day, slamming his fist to his wall, sliding down, the tears stinging his eyes, he swore that it was real, that look in her eyes.

Like she wanted him.

Like she needed him.

Jungkook swore to Yoongi he saw it in her eyes.

No.

That day didn’t happen.

It wasn’t real.

In his head, Jungkook was still there, in his apartment, clutching the photo behind his back, looking into her eyes and her looking back.

Like she loved him.

-

He had to close his eyes to see her, because she wasn’t there when he opened them.

She would knock on his door and he would open it and pull her in, her voice saying his name, a mixture of indignance and fondness, clutching his shirt, his hands flipping up her skirt, revealing her black panties at his front door before he closed it, pressing her body against it, deep, hungry kisses, her hands holding his face.

“Jungkook… I could have walked in on my own, you psycho.”

Her chastising him, but, somehow, she didn’t seem to mean it at all.

“Sorry, noona. I don’t care.”

And she would click her tongue, but she would pull him closer, his smirk against her inviting lips, already pulling her into the apartment, her hastily kicking off her black boots, him pulling off her jacket, sliding his hands up her thighs, moaning into her mouth at the softness of her ass, the way she filled his hands, perfect, always perfect, lifting her so she had to hold onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands tangling in his silver hair.

“Jungkook…”

Every second, every moment, so real he could almost taste it, taste the desire in her kiss, taste the lingering artificial sweetness of the gummy bears from her tongue, taste her skin on his lips and the way it vibrated with her moan, her thighs squeezing him, making him hard with that action alone.

His name, floating down to his ears.

“J-Jungkook…”

He couldn’t get enough, never.

He didn’t want anyone else, never.

He would whisper her name against her skin and she would shudder at the feeling of his tongue travelling across her throat, her moan filling his ears, his head, his heart.

“No one else but you.”

Jungkook would dump her on his bed where a large lump would grunt in annoyance, pulling down the blanket, small smile on that disgruntled face once he realized who it was, Jungkook pushing her up against Min Yoongi and her squeak of surprise.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?”

His hyung pulling up her shirt, humming in response.

“Can’t stand being at mine sometimes.”

Unhooking her bra, tossing it aside, so Jungkook could lean down and scoop her breasts to his face, flickering his tongue over them as Yoongi tipped her head back to look into her eyes.

“More fun for you, right?” that raspy voice would taunt, deft tongue flicking between pink lips.

And he would watch, watch his hyung kiss her and feel her body strain under his teasing touch, her back arching, shoving her tits into his face, his lips closing around one of her hard nipples, so good, so delicious, Yoongi’s tongue playing with her mouth, whines buried in her chest.

The world could tell him no.

The world could tell him to wake up.

The world could tell him right from wrong.

But Jungkook would never believe it. He would never believe this was wrong, her in his hands and in Yoongi’s hands, her pressed up against them at the end of the night, her quiet breathing its own rhythm and song, the dreamlike melody of his days and nights and Jungkook would never want anything else like he wanted these moments.

Never.

In his world, it was just him, his hyung, and his noona.

Then, he would open his eyes and she wasn’t there.

It was him, his hyung, and the alcohol.

Staring into nothing, emptiness in his soul.

“I still want you…” Jungkook mumbled, crumpled in the hallway of some random house, the world around him alive, but he saw none of it, lost in the world in his head.

“Jungkook, get up.”

-

He thought he knew what the worst feeling in the world was.

He really did.

What a joke.

He had seen a lot of shit. He grew up yelling and fighting to create his music, straining relationships, severing ties. He met terrible people, got screwed out of time and money, went to bed hungry, heard of his friends’ arrests or, worse, their deaths. It tore him up, it crippled him from the inside, and it manifested as his darkness, the depths inside him that threatened to swallow him up when there were too many people, too many pressures, too many fears. All these, and he thought he had experienced the worst feeling in the world.

But he was wrong.

The worst feeling in the world was watching Jeon Jungkook throw up on the fucking grass, rubbing his back as he retched out the contents of his stomach, most of it being alcohol tainted with bile.

It was disgusting, pitiful, and it hurt him so, so very much to watch.

“H… Hyung…”

Fuck, his broken, weak voice hurt him even more.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out some paper napkins, handing them to the younger man to wipe his mouth as he looked around. He let Jungkook be for a quick moment as he rushed back into the house, pushing drunk people aside to find a cooler, snatching a water bottle from half-melted ice. The change in temperature shocked him for a moment before he gritted his teeth and strode back out, finding Jungkook walking alone, swaying and stumbling, bumping into cars, his silver hair matted and stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“Yoongi-hyung…?”

He sounded so lost.

Me too.

“Jungkook.”

He had to shake his shoulder for Jungkook to turn around. He had to unscrew the cap and bring the water to the shaking lips, tipping it slowly, letting the younger man drink. He had to tell him to swallow, otherwise it seemed like he wouldn’t.

It hurt him.

It was the worst feeling in the world, shoving Jungkook into a taxi, avoiding the disapproving look of the driver as he handed him the crumpled bills, dragging him back to the apartment building, going to the third floor and Jungkook furiously shaking his head, tears streaming down, please hyung, no,not back there, please, and him agreeing, walking past, up to the fourth floor, his chest tight as he opened his apartment, the corner unit, seeing his still-open bathroom door.

Mocking him.

The flash of memory, absolute panic and yanking the bathroom door closed, locking it, tearing at his skin, his clothes, sinking down into the tile, terror and loathing rolled into one, tormenting his mind and his soul, inner voices telling him he couldn’t do it, couldn’t perform on a stage with that many people and seeing so many eyes on him, telling him that he wasn’t good enough, that he deserved nothing good in this world.

It didn’t matter if they were lies because, in that moment, he couldn’t tell the truth from the lies anyway.

A tentative tap on the door, soft silvery voice cutting through the thoughts.

“Hyung? Are you okay?” Jungkook had asked. The doorknob rattled. “Do you need help?”

“Don’tcome in here,” he had growled, animalistic and in pain.

The rattling stopped.

He heard movement, as if someone had gotten to their knees. He heard weight; palms pressed to the wood. And then, gentleness, like a small light in his darkness.

“It’s okay, hyung. I’ll help you.”

Help? No one could help him. No one. No one did this to him. It was all him. It was all in his head.

“What do you need?” Jungkook had murmured quietly. “You can ask for anything. Anything. I’ll do my best to make it happen. I promise.”

He hadn’t replied.

Athunk, like a forehead to wood.

“Yoongi-hyung. Please. Let me help you.”

Despair.

Silence.

His mouth had opened and her name had drifted out like smoke.

“Okay, hyung. Okay. I’ll get her. I promise.”

We’re not a moment, right?

Now, the heavy weight on his shoulder slid down, almost falling to the floor, but Yoongi caught him, caught Jeon Jungkook’s drunken state and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him inside, leaning him against the wall and taking off his shoes, helping Jungkook out of his, his own self broken inside, but hauling the larger, younger man down the hallway to his bedroom, settling him on the bed and adjusting his head, Jungkook losing consciousness, lost in his dreams once more.

And no matter how much Min Yoongi wanted to fall apart, no matter how much he wanted to drink all of the whiskey inside this apartment and pass out along with Jungkook, hoping and praying that he never woke up, Yoongi did none of that.

He sat and stayed with his dreamer, brushing the silver strands out of his face, not falling asleep so he could be there for him in case anything happened. Because when he was at his lowest point, there were only two people that stuck by him and one of them was gone now.

Yoongi did not want to lose the other.

He reached over and placed his hand on Jungkook’s chest, feeling the firm thud-thud of his heart.

“We’re not a moment, right?” he whispered to the air, pain slicing into his frail voice.

Only now, when Jungkook couldn’t see him, did Yoongi cry.

-

He knew he should give up.

She was just like him, running from the nameless demons in her head. Misery loved company and all that shit. Sure, whatever. He thought she would be upset when he told her he had no interest in relationships, that he didn’t want to be her boyfriend, that he didn’t believe in love.

That was the first sign.

The little sting when he saw her expression after saying that. She seemed relieved. He brushed it off, as he always did. Only playing around, treating it like a high-stakes gamble instead of what it was. He knew he would get tired and give up, eventually. He always did, before her.

He didn’t give up.

Yoongi knew he couldn’t.

The second sign was how easily he remembered her favorite things.

The kiss that made her wet, the moments of daring ‘what-ifs’, the way he held her in his lap and made her grind on him in public, not letting her focus on anything else. People? Yoongi didn’t give a shit about people. It was only him and his girl.

The third sign.

His.

Girl.

The fourth sign.

Jeon Jungkook confronting him, admitting his dream girl he wanted to lose his virginity with. Consequences? Yoongi didn’t care about consequences. He only cared about how aroused he knew this was going to make his naughty girl. He lived his life without thinking about the future. He always had.

The fifth sign.

He liked it. Liked watching Jungkook do things to her, suggesting crazy shit, liked feeling her shiver after Jungkook wrecked her and then doing the wrecking himself, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her desperate kiss, asking for more in breathless whispers. It probably wasn’t right, but Yoongi didn’t give a shit, because when he was with her, it was paradise. When he was with her, there were no nameless demons to run away from.

And when she wasn’t there, when the demons came back, there was Jungkook.

Jungkook pulled him from his nightmares with his dreams, his plans, his ideas. Compelling him, distracting him, redirecting his energy.

The sixth sign.

Yoongi knew, this time, this time was different.

He was the one who took the first picture. He took it himself, on his phone when she wasn’t looking. He stared at that photo for hours, studying that profile, that face, those eyes, and he made a choice.

He told Jungkook.

And Jungkook to his own photo, as Yoongi knew he would, because Jungkook had never hid his desire in the first place. They printed them together. Wrote on the backs of them together. Held them nervously, together, looking into each other’s eyes.

Afraid.

The seventh sign.

The way she said his name.

Her eyes, his paradise, their never-ending moment and their forever dream.

And the shattering of his heart when she dropped the photos and ran. She was just like him. He would have run too. But it was different this time. This time, Yoongi was on the receiving end and he knew how much it hurt.

-

He knew the way people talked about him. That he was a bad boy, A playboy. That he didn’t care about anything. That he was a puny, good-for-nothing, shitty rapper. But he sold out venues, even if they were small.

That was him, Min Yoongi.

He could have walked away. Fuck it. This whole thing was crazy anyway. Didn’t make any fucking sense. It shouldn’t work and he shouldn’t try to make it work.

We’re not a moment, right?

He could have told Jeon Jungkook to get a fucking grip and stop moping, because fuck, he wasn’t moping like him, right?

Right?

Yoongi would tell himself that as he held fistfuls of sheets, soaking them with his eyes, stifling any sound he made, Jungkook snoring loudly above him. He would stop before the sun rose, getting up to wash his face and throw himself onto the bed, the stinging pain of keeping his eyes open finally too much.

Was it always going to be like this? Forever like this, this pain?

He hated it.

Therefore, Yoongi made a choice.

He chose to care.

Yoongi was not going to give up and he was not going to let Jungkook give up either.

-

“Hey, Jungkook.”

“Hey, hyung.”

It was a quiet exchange. Jeon Jungkook straightened out the collar of his black dress shirt and stood up, brushing off his slacks. He paused before unbuttoning the first three, then frowned, and rebuttoned one.

“Need you to come with me.”

“For what, hyung?” He tried to sound as bright as he could, but it was all play-pretend.

“I made a hair appointment for you,” Yoongi replied, sliding his hand under the neckline of his white t-shirt and rubbing his collarbone. He didn’t look at him directly. “Let’s go.”

“I don’t need a hair appointment,” Jungkook chuckled, running a hand through his silvery-blond locks, slightly brassy now from the lack of care, but nothing some water couldn’t fix. No one would notice if he simply pushed it back and away from his face.

“I already paid for it.”

“W… what?”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, shrugging on his black hoodie. “Come on. My friend needed the cash. You like coloring your hair.”

“I only colored it because…” The sentence trailed off and Jungkook gave Yoongi a pained look.

The older male reached over and grabbed his wrist.

“You have to break the cycle,” Yoongi said softly, staring into his eyes. “I really need you with me. Please.”

Jungkook gazed at him helplessly, all dressed up and nowhere to go, because the places he wanted to go were destinations in his dreams, with her.

“Please, Jungkook.”

The grip on his wrist tightened, Yoongi’s dark brown eyes glistening. He turned his head away, but forced himself to look back, holding Jungkook in his resolute stare.

A stare full of thinly veiled pain.

“I can’t do this alone.”

And how, Jungkook remembered. All of his dreams had Yoongi in them too.

For a moment, he had forgotten that. For many nights and many days, he had forgotten Yoongi was always there, holding him up when he was falling down, being his eyes when the world was blurry, hiding his sadness so Jungkook could wallow in his.

He lifted his other hand and placed it over the pale one.

“Okay, hyung. Okay.”

-

“How you seen someone who looks like this?”

The kid took the picture from him, big eyes looking bigger in his round, bug-eyed lenses.

“Yeah. It’s the pretty noona.”

The kid handed it back.

“But I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m sorry.”

Jeon Jungkook smiled soothingly and patted the kid on the head. “It’s okay. I haven’t seen her in a while either. That’s why I’m asking.”

He stood up, tucking his now purple hair behind his ear. The kid looked up at him, mouth slightly open, in awe of Jungkook’s height. The kid was sporting a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it and blue pants that were a little too short for him, a colorful patch on the shin. Jungkook bowed pointedly to him even though he was only a young child. The kid continued to stare. He was about to turn around before the kid spoke up again.

“She seemed really sad.”

Jungkook paused.

“I used my allowance to buy her gummy bears. Did you know? She always buys gummy bears when she comes here.” The kid sniffed, rubbing the back of his nose as Jungkook looked down at him, the words stinging his heart. “But she seemed so sad. Like she was hurting deep inside, but trying to hide it.” He lifted his head, blunt bowl cut bouncing, dashing over to Jungkook and tugging on his jeans.

“Is she okay, hyung?”

The worst part was, Jungkook didn’t know.

The kid bit his lip, shaking the leg of his jeans, his mother behind the counter chastising him, saying not to touch the customers, but Jungkook held his hand up, crouching down. The kid looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He did not feel brave inside, but he tried to show that he was brave on the outside, smiling warmly, placing a reassuring hand on the kid’s shoulder.

“I’m going to make sure she’s okay. I promise.”

Was he promising this random kid whose mom worked at the gas station?

Or was he promising himself?

-

“Hey, young man.”

Yoongi stopped at the stairs, keys between his knuckles.

He turned around.

A guy in a dirty khaki jacket and torn jeans with a swollen purple eye and a bruised cut on his lip. He was holding an empty bottle of soju and something else. A small, plastic package.

Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“I heard, uh… I heard you were asking around for someone,” the guy mumbled, looking sheepish and out-of-sorts. “I think… I think I’ve seen her so I wanted to catch you and let you know.” He swallowed, sniffing hard and shaking his head, the flaps of his coat opening, revealing the Doraemon tattoo on his chest and many more. All cartoon characters.

The guy held out the gummy bears.

Yoongi lifted his own, speechless as the package fell into his palm.

“She was here… last night? Or the day before.” The guy scooted around, rambling on despite Yoongi not replying, standing at a random spot halfway to the stairs and the parking lot. “Just standing here. Holding the candy and this soju here.” He raised the empty bottle, pointing at the windows of the apartment complex. “Think she wanted to… But she didn’t. She handed these to me and drove away. Asked me to keep them.”

The guy scratched his head. Then he pointed at Yoongi, nodding, more to himself than to him.

“I think she’s a little like me…” the guy was saying, slightly incoherent. “Said… said her and her momma don’t talk anymore. Me neither, you know… she gave me up as a baby before I could even say ‘go ahead, bitch’… heh… hehehe… man… sucks…” He rubbed his lips and sucked in a tight breath, flinching in pain as he touched his bruised lip. “Anyway, I put some feelers out for you.”

Yoongi swallowed, clutching the gummy bears tightly, the crinkle of plastic cutting into his skin.

“W… why?”

The guy looked awkward, shifting his eyes.

“Dunno… I just… people are important, you know?” He winced, jerking his head away. “No… no one wants to look for me, heh. Only for the drugs.”

He shoved his hand into his dirty tan coat and wrenched out a handful of tiny bags, all with colorful pills in them. After a brief moment, he jammed them back into his coat, frowning.

“Don’t want her to end up like me.”

The guy with the Doraemon tattoo raised his head, looking at Yoongi. Underneath his coat, ribs poked out straining against colorful, inked skin. His teeth were crooked, a little yellow, but he smiled anyway, shrugging. A small light inside him, despite his appearance.

“Not when someone’s looking out for her, you know?”

-

You ran.

Ran through the cars, stumbling, searching for yours, chest tight, black hood falling off, black hair suddenly free, wild and tangled around you, dark waves shimmering in the moonlight and streetlight, the only lights you saw these days.

“Noona…?”

A broken voice, once silvery and mischievous.

You turned, seeing violet.

-

“Um…”

You looked up from your head hanging between your legs. The girl beside you smiled, moving the red lollipop between her teeth. You were sitting on the stone steps of the porch. The party inside was dying, everyone falling asleep or falling unconsciousness.

“I don’t want to admit this, but… thanks.”

You wiped her lipstick off your mouth with the back of your head. “What?”

“Well, uh,” she continued sheepishly, her voice flitting between raspy and silvery, a strange mix. “I broke up with my boyfriend earlier this week. Not because he did anything… but I did.” She rubbed the back of her head, white lollipop stick moving between her now pink lips, the red having been kissed off. “And I was gonna get wasted and fuck some dude, but I found you instead.”

You gave her a weird look.

She nervously laughed. “I didn’t bring protection. On purpose.”

You blinked, slowly.

She popped the lollipop out of her lips, tapping it in the air. It glistened with saliva.

“I thought maybe if I had a kid, I’d have some purpose.” She breathed out, heavy. “Stupid, right? Fuck, that’s so fucking stupid.” She scoffed, shaking her head before raising it to look at you. “But I found you and I realized how stupid I almost was. And you’re a better kisser too. You actually paid attention to me when I said it was too rough or that I wanted more. People who come to these parties, they’re not like that normally, you know? Nobody cares here. Everybody seems to forget people are still people when they’re drunk or being stupid.”

Your lips parted.

“So… thanks. You helped me realize that. I could have made a really dumb mistake.”

She scooted closer to you, laying her head on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna sit with you a little longer, okay?”

You looked down at her and she smiled back at you, gently.

-

“Hey, hyung, Jungkook.”

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, standing in the gas station Jimin worked at, waving the two over.

“Are you two supposed to be hanging out while working?” Min Yoongi muttered, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. Taehyung slid off the stool behind the counter and walked around it, adjusting his olive-green beanie, wispy brown locks sticking out of the bottom.

The blond man shrugged. “Eh, the manager isn’t gonna know. I’m off in an hour anyway.”

Jeon Jungkook ignored the exchange, heading straight for Taehyung, his long, tied-back purple hair giving him a fierce look. “You said you heard something,” he said impatiently.

“Mhm, I asked some old friends, and, mind you, I haven’t talked to these dudes in ages because they’re kinda shitty. But it turns out some people are already keeping an eye out for her, so I guess everyone in the scene was on the lookout. She’s been, er… hanging out on the far, far side of the city.”

Taehyung grimaced, holding up his phone. Blurry pictures, but there was no mistaking who and doing what. Right out in the open, familiar positions. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s phone, flipping through them, brows furrowed, intently focused on the screen.

“She has an MO. No dudes. But… yeah.”

Jungkook handed him his phone back, lips pursed.

“You said you might know where she’s going to be next. Where.”

Not a question. A statement.

Taehyung exchanged a look with Jimin. Jimin’s eyes flitted to Yoongi, who gave him an unreadable expression, but there was an intensity there, as if he too was demanding an answer.

“Are you sure, guys?” Jimin asked, his light voice laced with worry. “You might get hurt.”

“Been there, done that.” Yoongi brushed off the comment dismissively, still pointedly staring at Taehyung.

“You sure she’s worth all this?” The concern obvious in the baritone, uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure,” Jungkook snapped. “Now tell me.”

Taehyung frowned. “Neither of you have ever been able to commit to people before. She’s clearly moving on. And besides… two of you and one of her… that’s just–”

Jungkook’s hands flew out, grabbing the front of Taehyung’s shirt, shaking him furiously.

“Tell me where.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to protest, but then he caught the emotion trapped in his dark chocolate eyes, the barely-there waver in his silvery voice.

At any moment, it seemed like Jungkook was going to break down.

Taehyung’s gaze flickered to Yoongi, but the older man simply ticked his chin to Jungkook. Yoongi was better at hiding it or perhaps it was because he wasn’t as close. But there was something in the older man’s stance, heavily guarding the delicate heart inside, invisible strings holding him up, so thin they seemed ready to snap, but Yoongi was holding on, obviously seeing something Taehyung couldn’t.

“Alright,” Taehyung finally said. “Alright, I’ll give you guys the address. It’s at the far side of the city.”

-

Purple hair, flushed cheeks, a lost look in chocolate eyes that were fixed on you, pink lips parted, mole underneath trembling with unease. White t-shirt, black cargo pants, and thick-soled black boots. His tattooed right arm made him stand out, along with his violet-colored hair. He took a hesitant step forward.

Fingers outstretched, trying to touch you.

Your eyes widened and you turned to run, but a firm hand closed around your wrist, yanking you to a mop of black hair and a pale face.

“We didn’t come all the way over here to have you run from us again.”

The anger in his dark brown eyes made you freeze, accusing you.

“Y… Yoongi…”

His name felt foreign to your lips, not having said it in weeks. You tried to pull away but Min Yoongi held on, gritting his teeth. Black and navy bomber jacket, white shirt, and distressed black jeans. How could you have known then – that thisoutfit would be the one that started it all?

“Who… how…?”

Yoongi scoffed, clicking his tongue. “A kid and a dirty guy with a Doraemon tattoo. Jimin, Taehyung. And even then, it took forever to find you.” He shifted, sighing heavily, eyes flickering to the moon, still clutching your wrist, almost painfully. And you saw it.

Pain, glistening behind the gates of his cold demeanor.

All of a sudden, a hard body collided into you, Yoongi letting go, strong hands spinning you around, grip on your upper arms so tight it felt like your flesh was bruising, your head jerking up, eyes wide, looking up to purple hair.

And tears.

Streaming down those high cheekbones, tan skin and quivering lips.

“Why?”

His silvery voice cracked as Jeon Jungkook shook you, harsh sobs racking his chest, drowning in his tears, your name on his lips, still so sweet in his pain, heavy, wheezing breaths as he struggled to speak, barely croaking out the words.

“Why didn’t you want me?”

-

Why didn’t they want me?

A question you asked all the time. To the busy, overworked adults preparing your meals and scolding you to follow their routines, dividing their attention among the unwanted. Then to the others, the same as you, the tossed aside, the other mistakes and secrets, just as lost and confused. No one could ever answer you, because there was no answer other than, they just didn’t.

And then.

Him.

Everybody said, Min Yoongi was a bad boy. Min Yoongi was a playboy. Min Yoongi didn’t care about anything. And neither did you.

There was no.

Reason to take anything seriously.

You couldn’t. And neither could he.

It took a dreamer to pull you and Yoongi out of the endless night.

-

Jungkook pitched forward, crying into your chest, smelling like laundry, the sea, and bitterness, large, hiccupping sniffles, wiping his tears and snot on your hoodie, and, as if by robotic knowledge of proper social etiquette, your arms raised, about to encircle him, but Yoongi slapped your hands down.

“Don’t you daretry to comfort him if you don’t mean it,” he snarled, glaring at you from behind Jungkook’s hunched-over form. “You hurt him enough.”

You froze at his hostile tone, his slap stinging your skin and your heart.

Yoongi clicked his tongue, jaw clenched. “Me, fuck, I don’t fucking matter. But Jungkook? Shit. He’s a fucking mess without you, drinking every night, blacking out sometimes, throwing up liquor and barely eating.” His pale hand came up and ran through his black hair tensely, anger streaked in his expression, tainting his handsome face. He sucked in a deep breath before facing you again.

“I thought you and I weren’t a moment.”

Jungkook’s tears were soaking through the fabric of the hoodie, drenching the space above your left breast.

“I told you I only felt right when I was with you or him.”

The harshness in dark brown eyes faltered, his deep, raspy voice softening, laced with hurt.

“I still feel that way.”

He closed his eyes, pale cheeks coated in moonlight and streetlights.

“Even if I shouldn’t,” Yoongi whispered, almost inaudible.

-

You scoffed.

“I don’t need anything. Or anyone.”

The girl with the lollipop chuckled, nodding lightly. “Yeah, well, maybe someone needs you.”

You said nothing, looking out to the lawn where some idiot yanked open a car door and vomited on the grass. Another guy was leaning against a lamppost, looking out onto the road, staring at his phone, seemingly waiting to be picked up.

“Hard to know, though. You can’t tell you need someone until they’re gone.”

For a long, long moment, you listened to the sounds. The party, the loud music, the lively yelling, the muddled conversations, glass shattering, vicious swearing, messy kisses. The sound of breathing at your shoulder, steady, rhythmic, beside you.

At this moment, it occurred to you.

This was wrong.

And you remembered a sunset, sitting on the roof of an apartment building, looking over the urban jungle, two heads on your shoulders, a different world.

The right ones.

You lowered your head. All the other times, you were always silent. Alone, staring at the Han River.

But not this time.

“Don’t… don’t know what to do…” you shuddered, collecting your knees in your arms, shoving your face in between your limbs, wetness sliding down your cheeks. “I’m such… a fuckup… so… stupid…”

A stranger’s hand rubbing your back soothingly, her voice a mix of raspy and silvery.

“Don’t cry…”

-

You placed your hands on Jungkook’s arms.

Pulled him towards you.

“Don’t cry,” you murmured softly. “Please don’t cry, Jungkook.”

He pressed his face into your breasts, shoulders shaking, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you so tight that it seemed like he never wanted to let go, wet sobs trapped against your chest. You placed your lips to the top of his purple hair.

“I’m sorry I ran away,” you said softly, lifting your head, seeing Yoongi standing behind Jungkook, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry, I… I couldn’t believe it. I was scared. Really scared of those words. And I didn’t know what they really meant, not until…”

You can’t tell you need someone until they’re gone.

“I didn’t understand what it meant to love.”

You looked down, seeing that beautiful face stained with tears, his skin blotchy and flushed. You reached between you and Jungkook to wipe his tears, your fingertips becoming soaked with the river of despair inside him.

“I couldn’t believe that you two were okay with it, this crazy arrangement.”

“I said I wanted it,” Yoongi muttered.

“That’s not the same, Yoongi,” you chuckled wryly, raising your head to look at him, holding Jungkook’s cheek, feeling his larger hand coming up to press your palm against his skin. Your gaze faltered, not really looking at the destroyed lawn of this party house, but somewhere else, in the depths, into the past that haunted you, the only world you thought existed, the one that constantly betrayed you and didn’t want you. “Like how I thought I grew up and changed, but I didn’t change at all.”

Silence except for Jungkook’s sniffling.

“Neither did we,” Yoongi snorted. “He’s went back to being a drunkard and I went back to sulking in the corners of these shitty parties, skirting free alcohol.”

You frowned, clutching the white t-shirt. “He’s not a drunkard.”

Jungkook laughed, moist and hoarse, wiping his nose on your hoodie. You made a face at him, slightly disgusted. Maybe you deserved it. He looked up, chocolate eyes glistening. Your breath caught in your throat, confused how someone like you could make someone like him feel this way. You carefully patted his eyes dry with your sleeve, dabbing at his wet lashes. His lower lip trembled and he leaned in, stopping just above your lips.

Fear.

Him and you.

“I want to know you want it too,” Jungkook shuddered, clearing his throat.

You looked back at him, lips parting, heart thudding in your chest, uncomfortable, oppressive, but this time, this time you didn’t run away.

Because this time, you knew how much it hurt.

You closed the distance.

“I want it. All of it.”

You kissed him, long and deep, your euphoria, your forever dream, and Jungkook kissed you back, desperate, hungry, grabbing your shoulders and kissing you again and again, wet, sloppy kisses, taking your breath away. Every kiss, every touch, familiar, right. Emotion flooded your ribcage, threatening to burst, but you had something to do, someone equally as important, so you placed your hand on his chest, stopping him, exhaling one word in his mouth.

“Yoongi.”

And Jungkook backed off, still sniffing, chewing on his lip and wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, nodding in agreement, giving you the space. You faced him now, so used to running away that this felt strange, but you did it anyway, looking into his sharp, cat-like eyes.

Min Yoongi.

Stolen touches, mere moments, becoming bolder and bolder, until the ante was so high it was impossible to cross, and yet Yoongi had crossed it that fateful night when he asked you to take Jungkook’s virginity, and, without you knowing, without him knowing…

This, whatever thiswas between you and him, was no longer a moment.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m still pissed at you.”

You sucked in a breath. “Yeah, well, I do bad things.”

Yoongi curled his lip, narrowing his eyes. “You’re supposed to do them with me. You said you would. Or did you forget?”

You glanced down at the ground, then back up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue and exhaled hard. He looked away from you, but then abruptly jerked his head back, stepping forward, closing the distance, his hand coming up to circle around your head, long fingers burying themselves in your hair, glaring disapprovingly. He held you in place, forcing you to look into his dark brown orbs shadowed by black hair.

“Ah, shut up.”

And then he kissed you hard, brows furrowed, whispering into your lips, I’m sorry too, and you smiled helplessly, one of your hands resting on his waist, pulling him closer, your song, your never-ending moment, pine and leather and Yoongi, him saving you and you saving him, protecting each other from the nameless demons in your respective heads, although neither of you wanted to admit it. He ran his fingers through your hair, familiarity and comfort, letting out a puff of breath. He looked embarrassed, dark eyes shifting brusquely. His other hand touched your right, wrapping his fingers around yours.

“Let’s go home.”

Another took your left, squeezing it tightly. You looked up to see Jungkook’s still-red cheeks and sheepish smile. “You want to come home with us, noona?” he tried to tease, but it sounded more endearing than playful.

You raised an eyebrow, locking your fingers with theirs.

“Is it still called going home with you if I’m the one taking you there?”

-

epilogue:awake

You awoke to soft lips on yours. Tattooed fingers stroked your cheek, long strands brushing your forehead, silvery voice murmuring your name. You opened your eyes to black hair, cat-like, dark brown orbs looking at you under lowered lashes. His lips on yours, the scent of pine, his soft exhale of your name on your skin, making you shudder. Another pair of your lips pressed against your ear, his body hovering over yours and his.

“Yoongi.”

He smiled against your lips.

The bad boy that changed everything.

Your never-ending moment.

Four, eight, six.

“I love you,” you whispered softly, shivers running through you, the words foreign and alien, but you said them anyway, because they were the most special words in the world and you wanted to give them to Min Yoongi.

He chuckled, ears flushing pink, eyes shifting before focusing back on you, repeating it just as quietly, because he, too, wanted to give them to you, not written down, but from his mouth, giving voice to his heart.

“I love you.”

Why did it feel so nice, hearing those words in that raspy, deep voice? Why did it make your heart beat so fast? Why did it hold you and trap you, and why did you want to be trapped, trapped in this melody, these lyrics, this song, this never-ending moment?

Yoongi nudged you, indicating you to look to your left. You turned your head, looking up, seeing dark brown eyes, his purple locks brushing against your cheeks, the mole underneath his lower lip quivering. You reached up and touched his cheek gently, fitting your palm along his chiseled jaw, his own hand still cupping your cheek, naked body on top of yours.

“Jungkook.”

He leaned into your hand, smiling.

The wrong guy who turned out to be the right guy to pick up all along.

Your forever dream.

Four, eight, six.

“I love you,” you breathed, looking into those chocolate orbs, reminded of how much Jeon Jungkook liked you and how he always showed it. For him, you were always his dream and everyone knows that in your dreams, you don’t have to lie or hide. All this time, letting you see him like you, adore you, love you, avoiding the words because he didn’t want to hurt Yoongi, because he wanted his hyung to decide how this was going to go.

Jungkook always knew that Yoongi loved you, maybe even before Yoongi knew it himself.

Now, you finally said the words, giving him what he so very badly wanted to say, and now he could finally, finally say them back to you.

“I love you.”

He leaned down, a delicate kiss on your lips, smelling of laundry and the sea.

For a long, long time, you had wandered, small hands that became big ones, never having another to hold, living on artificial sweetness, missing a safe place, the place to go back to. But Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook changed that.

For you, they were what love really meant in this world.

Home.

-

fin.

-

the three before the dream
before bed

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masterpost

bullseye | got it bad, m | jjk, kth

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary:Kim Taehyung really regrets setting up his best friend with Jeon Jungkook, mostly because instead of dealing with one insufferable asshole, he now has to deal with two. He just wants you to come to his art exhibit and support him, and you show up looking like a pimp with Jungkook looking like your escort, sigh.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; you’re a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook; schemes, please save Taehyung; graphic descriptions of various sex acts, smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping / fingering in a public bathroom, threesome smut, mild restraint, nipple play, m-receiving oral, ass / pussy spanking, double penetration / spit-roast, facial, mild dom/sub themes, somuch kissing); non-idol!BTS; fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung

yup, it’s Butter purple-haired ponytail JK and orange suit Taehyung

–

“You have gotto be kidding me!”

“Oh, hey, Tae. How’s it going?”

“Hey, hyung.”

The voices, one irritated, one pleased, one mischievous, all three looking like the epitome of trouble and the eventual subjects of someone’s wet dream.

Kim Taehyung marched over to you, purely indignant, his previous honey-brown hair now dyed to the color of black coffee, the long curls pushed back to reveal his forehead. One stray lock brushed against his dark, sculpted brows that were currently furrowed in annoyance. He stopped in front of you and your boyfriend, hands on his hips. He looked handsome as hell in a tailored orange creamsicle suit and gold earrings, white dress shirt neatly pressed.

“Why are you dressed like a pimp?” Taehyung hissed, jabbing your left breast through your dress. “Why are you dressed like his pimp?!” he added, pointing at Jungkook’s smirking face.

You blinked innocently at Taehyung, lifting your oversized black fur coat sleeve to place a delicate hand on your chest, completely unbothered by his harsh reaction to your appearance. Your nails were a gradient from black to white, ever-so-slightly pointed, but not too long to be inconvenient.

Just enough to show you meant business.

Oh, and also you were wearing mock-neck, halter-style minidress that faded from black to white, molded to your every curve. It perfectly matched Jungkook’s gradient black-to-white suit. Every step was accented with a sharp click, you in sleek black high-heels and him in glossy black oxfords, dangerous from head-to-toe.

Yes, Jungkook and you were thatcouple.

“Is that a t-shirt?” Taehyung snapped, switching to prodding Jungkook’s pecs, who grinned in response. You shrugged, the shoulders of your fur coat sliding down so that it now rested on your elbows, exposing your shoulders.

“He thought about not coming with one, but I advised him the other visitors would be too distracted by his sexiness to view your art,” you explained, bowing as if you had done a great service.

“And I told her they would be to distracted with her amazing legs, but it’s better not to cover them because I like looking,” Jungkook chuckled, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you to him possessively.

Taehyung facepalmed.

“I regret paying matchmaker to the two biggest egos I know,” he mumbled through his fingers, glaring at the two of you.

“Hey, we kept it low profile. Neutrals.”

Taehyung pointed to your boyfriend’s hair, pulled back into a sleek ponytail. “Hello? His hair is fucking purple.”

You waved his comment away dismissively. “Well, besides that.”

“You’re a class-A asshole.”

“Still makes me high class,” you replied with a wink.

“This is really nice, hyung,” Jungkook cut in between your bickering. “There’s quite a lot of people here already. I didn’t know you were so talented and popular. As expected from my girl’s best friend, eh?”

Taehyung winced, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning red. “Eh… it’s not a big deal…” he muttered, but you could tell he was enjoying the praise.

“Of course, it is, Tae,” you chuckled, pulling out of Jungkook’s grasp to hug him, squeezing him between your fur-covered arms. “You’ve worked so hard to be able to display your paintings at such a nice venue. I’m proud of you.”

Taehyung laughed shyly, hugging you back. “Ahaha… thanks, as usual.” He planted a light kiss on the top of your head. “I’m happy you guys came.”

You grinned. “Indeed. You needed visitors to match the space,” you drawled, sweeping your arms in a grandiose gesture to the glass cases of Taehyung’s paintings, crisp white walls, and black marble flooring.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, smiling despite being over your antics. “Not sure I need a high-end escort and his pimp sauntering around…”

“When are your parents arriving? I want to introduce them to Jungkook,” you interrupted, tugging on Jungkook’s arm and making his cheeks flush pink.

“Likethis?! Are you serious, my parents are going to have a heart attack once they realize there’s a male version of you!”

“Aw, come on, your dad loves seeing me!”

“That’s because you both are always up to no good… fucking always pulling pranks on me… I’m actually glad they’re stuck in traffic now…”

-

You slid your thumb into his mouth, smirking as you heard his muffled whine. He was trying to stay quiet, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, whimpering as you rubbed his tongue with the pad of your finger. One of your legs was hooked around his waist and he was holding it up with one hand. His other between your legs, fingers hooking underneath your panties.

“Fuck, I love looking at you, Jungkook,” you whispered, leaning forward, shuddering at the feeling of his saliva pooling around your thumb, your own tongue snaking out and tracing the air right between his open lips.

Jungkook moaned softly and shoved two fingers inside your tight, wet pussy.

You pulled your thumb out and crashed your lips to his, letting your satisfied exhale into his throat, your name trapped between his lungs and your hungry mouth, kissing him deeply as he plunged his fingers in and out, pressing your body into the wall of the bathroom stall. Shivers up and down your spine, back arching to feel even more of his chest against yours, frustrated at the clothing between you and him, but still hot and exciting, your hands circling his head and playing with his ponytail, rolling your hips into his rough thrusts.

You tried to break free and moan, but Jungkook captured you with his lips, forcing your noises into his mouth to silence them, rubbing his erection against your hip and thigh, the sound between your legs getting louder because you were getting wetter, closer, your eyes cracking open and seeing his half-open too, staring at you with lust and love, determined to push you over the edge, even in the men’s bathroom where Kim Taehyung’s art exhibit was being held.

Hey, you both waited until you had a nice, long conversation with Taehyung’s parents where his mom drilled Jungkook with questions about what he did and what kind of person he was. His dad, in contrast, seemed to approve of Jungkook and gave him a hearty slap on the arm, telling him trouble and trouble often went well together. Then you and Taehyung’s dad had a praise fest about his son, which made Taehyung turn beet-red in embarrassment. Both of you meant it all, of course.

But, also, both of you enjoyed embarrassing Taehyung in public. It was fun.

Yeah, dads lovedyou.

You couldn’t imagine why that was.

All that aside, after Taehyung’s parents bid their son goodbye, Jungkook dragged you into the men’s bathroom and began to make out with your face.

He contained himself for a few hours. It was a valiant effort, living off only groping your ass a couple times, but a man can only take so much when you’re looking like a five-course meal and he’s aware that you’re willing to let him eat, you know?

No? Oh, well.

Maybe that’s just yourproblem.

Also, yes, maybe you discreetly teased him a couple times by rubbing your ass on his crotch and pressing your tits against his back. Maybe.

You lowered one of your hands, cupping your fingers around his length, sighing in his mouth, feeling how perfectly rock-hard he was, knowing you couldn’t have it and he couldn’t give it to you, not yet, but soon, his deep snarl at your touch, fuck, kisses intensifying, shoving his fingers into you all the way to the knuckle, the wet squish audible and obscene, the adrenaline of danger and satisfaction creeping you closer and closer to your high. His thumb came up and grazed your clit, making you close your eyes and rock your hips into his touch, moaning his name into his own mouth, his force of his fingers pushing his thumb against your throbbing clit hard and fast, the scent of black coffee and lush dragon fruit on his skin and yours, mixing with the sweetness of your orgasm as you wailed in glorious triumph, clutching his head with your hand and his waist with your leg, your other one shaking with strain as each pulse shook you, squeezing his clothed length in your hand, wanting it and pulling back to tell him just that in hot whispers, his soft moan against your mouth, whispering back, your name and his desire, his dark brown eyes nearly black with lust.

“Shit, you know how bad I want to fuck you, right now,” Jungkook panted.

“Please don’t.”

Huh?

You raised an eyebrow at the annoyed baritone voice. “Taehyung?”

“Do you know how long I’ve been standing here, knocking on this bathroom stall, you absolute horndogs?”

You heard him gritting his teeth, his voice nearly a deep growl. You did what any natural person would do.

Reached over and unlocked the door, letting it swing open to reveal your and Jungkook’s grinning faces.

His fingers remained very firmly inside your pussy, barely covered by the hem of your dress. You swept your arm back so your fur coat was out of the way. Always considerate. Taehyung stood at the opening of the door, hands on his hips, orange blazer flaring out with his posture, immediately throwing up his hands and jerking his head away once he realized that, yes, of course, you two would not bother covering up anything.

“Fucking – shit, get your hands off her, man, go home to do that–”

Jungkook began to slide his fingers out, scissoring them with a wet squish and you mewled, slightly exaggerated and performative.

“Oh my God, never mind, stop, leave them in there,” Taehyung snarled, realizing he was facing the mirror and therefore could still see both yours and Jungkook’s smug smirks. He abruptly turned ninety degrees, now facing the wall, giving you both the side eye. “The fuck is wrong with you people? Do you have any decency?”

“Sure, we do,” you chirped.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re in the bathroom,” Jungkook added, softly rubbing your clit and making you bite your lip, enjoying it very, very much.

A muscle in Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. “Public bathroom,” he snapped, rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, what if it wasn’t me who walked in here? What if It was some goddamn stranger listening to this shit?”

“Speaking of which,” Jungkook mused, cocking a brow. “Normal people would just leave. Why did you stay and listen?”

You didn’t say anything. You were simply happily grinding on his hand, the gentle pressure creating a constant ecstasy that you were completely satisfied with, one hand hooked around Jungkook’s neck, waiting for Taehyung to answer with a huge, amused grin on your face. Taehyung knew everything about you.

It almost meant you knew everything about Taehyung.

He rolled his eyes. “You act like I’ve never heard her orgasm before. Big fucking deal.”

Jungkook gave him a pair of incredibly wide eyeballs that indicated that, yes, that waskind of a big deal.

“Tae was my first kiss.”

“What?’ Jungkook blurted, snapping his head back to you.

You shrugged. “We were, like, eight. Just wanted to know what kissing was.”

Jungkook blinked very rapidly, stunned.

His two fingers were still inside you.

You scrunched up your face, thinking. “We were also each other’s first head and fuck too. Although it wasn’t very good.”

“Youwere a bit shit,” Taehyung interjected.

“It took you five whole minutes to aim. Even a watermelon would be dry at that point.”

Jungkook was still trying to process that you were each other’s first kiss with his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “W… What? Why aren’t you guys dating?”

You snorted. “I can’t do that. He’s like my brother.”

Taehyung stuck his tongue out. “And she’s like my sister. That’s weird.”

Jungkook finally yanked his fingers out of you and threw out his hands in disbelief. “And being each other’s first times for – shit, basically everything–isn’tweird?”

Your eyes flickered to Jungkook’s soaked fingers, your cum stuck between them in viscous strings. Ooh, sexy. You licked your lips, breaking out in a pleased smirk. Taehyung spied what you were looking at and facepalmed. Jungkook seemed to notice too and turned to look at it, suddenly forgetting the whole discussion.

And put his cum-covered fingers into his mouth, moaning deliciously around them.

Taehyung made a horrified face in the mirror, making eye contact with you.

“Um,gross!”

“Eh, shut up, Tae, not like you haven’t done it in front of me before.”

“Well, I don’t wanna watch Jungkook do it,” he shot back, spinning around to glare at you. “He’s your boyfriend!”

You quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve seen other guys do it before when we’ve had threesomes. Plus, you’ve watched me open my mouth with other men’s cum in it so you could cum in my mouth too.”

Jungkook choked on his own fingers.

“WHAT?” he roared.

“You weren’t serious about them!” Taehyung flicked his hand, completely ignoring Jungkook. “And you’re my go-to when the girls I’m seeing want to experience a threesome, so I was just doing you a favor!”

Your boyfriend was having a mild heart attack and neither you nor Taehyung seemed to notice, too busy bickering about your strangely integrated sex lives.

“What’s the difference? It’s just Jungkook. You guys are friends.”

“Yeah,extra reason why I don’t want to sit around and imagine him slurping from your vagina. I gotta look into his eyes later!”

You raised your hands, shaking your head. “So what? You’ve seen my other sex partners in public and never said much about it. Why are you making such a fuss now?”

“Because!” Taehyung flung his hands, stamping a foot on the tile floor in frustration, his handsome features twisted into despair, hands on his head and messing up his dark brown hair. “Because you’re going to stop being my friend now that you’re serious about someone and I can’t do anything about it because that someone is Jungkook and I actually like the guy! I’m fucking happy for you and shit, but, fuck, fuck, what am I gonna do when you’re not in my corner anymore?”

Your jaw dropped, shocked.

“Tae, what are you talking about–?”

He spun around, about to run out, but you were faster, grabbing his arm and pulling him back, yanking him into a fierce hug. And, just like that, Taehyung was that awkward, weird kid in elementary school again, not wanting to admit he was scared and frightened of the big mean boys teasing him about his odd drawings and strange thought processes, calling him a dorky alien. He grabbed your shoulders, shivering, holding back tears.

“No one’s gonna protect me…” Taehyung sniffed, burying his face in your hair. “If you’re gone, I can’t be brave…”

“Hey, you know that’s not true,” you chastised lightly, squeezing him. “You’ve become strong, all on your own. You know that. That whole exhibit is filled with yourart. You even got offers to buy some of your pieces. Isn’t that amazing?” You pulled back and placed your hands on Taehyung’s cheeks, smiling up at him kindly. He still looked gloomy and uneasy, lower lip sticking out. “Come on, you know I’m right, Van Gogh,” you teased, pinching his cheeks a little. He fidgeted, frown lessening. “I will always, always be in your corner. No matter what. No guy is going to make me stop being friends or supporting you. You need me to knock someone’s front teeth out, give me the time and place and I got your back.”

“That’s going to send you to jail,” he muttered, smiling slightly.

“Then I’ll go to jail. That’s just glorified detention because they give you free meals.”

He laughed, still with a tinge of anxiousness. “You promise you won’t stop being my best friend over some guy?”

You grinned. “You’ll always be my best friend, Tae. I just happen to really enjoy his company and his dick. You know, a girl has needs.”

He stuck his hand out childishly, pinky sticking out. “Pinky promise me.” Then he stuck his other hand out. “Actually, double pinky promise me.”

You crossed your wrists over each other and pressed your pinkies to his, squeezing his hands tightly.

“I promise I’ll always be your best friend.”

“Uh, guys, you’re kinda making me feel like a third wheel…”

Jungkook might as well have been a bathroom sink to Taehyung and you in this moment.

Taehyung nodded firmly to you. “Okay. You promised. You better keep it.”

You rolled your eyes. “When have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right…” All of a sudden, he looked down at your hands and wrenched his own out of them. “Oi! Where have those hands been, young lady?” He looked at his open hands with a repulsed scowl. “You better not have touched his dick and then my hands without washing yours! That’s disgusting!”

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Jungkook retorted heatedly. “My dick is perfectly clean and she didn’t get to touch me yet because you busted in and interrupted us–”

“What are you going on about, you’ve touched my hands after I’ve given handjobs! I didn’t hear you complaining!”

“He’s done what–?”

“I keep telling you that’s different, this is Jungkook, a man you actually love, and here I thought you were incapable of that.” Taehyung spoke over Jungkook, jabbing his finger into his palm to drive his point home. “You get that sparkly shit in your eyes when you talk about him and it makes me want to puke–”

“I do not get sparkly shit in my eyes, what the fuck does that even mean?”

“You literally will not shut up about how pretty he is!”

“He is pretty! Lookat him!” You banished your arms in Jungkook’s direction like he was your first-place trophy on display, which he might as well be at this point with how much attention either of you were giving him. At least he looked the part.

Taehyung rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, throwing his whole head back. “I can give you pretty. You’ve been telling me I’m handsome all my life.”

“Why don’t we just have a threesome?”

Silence.

Both you and Taehyung jerked your heads to Jungkook, jaws dropped at his suggestion.

The door to the men’s bathroom opened and an old man bounced in, humming to himself.

He saw you.

He stopped, tilting his head. Then he looked from Jungkook to Taehyung and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Love triangle or sexy night, boys?”

Taehyung choked on air. “Not a love triangle.”

“Oooh, sexy night.” The old man gave you two thumbs up. “I’d love to join, but I’ll back out this time.”

You laughed heartily as Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed your arms, pulling you out of the men’s bathroom, not about to discuss a possible threesome in front of some old guy who vaguely offered to make it a foursome.

You made sure to give the old man a wink, sticking your head back in the open door to say, “Maybe next time, eh?”

The old man cackled and Taehyung slapped a hand over your mouth, dragging you out.

“Pleaseshut up, I fucking swear…”

-

“So, why is it different?”

Somehow both you and Jungkook had dragged your best friend into your apartment and tied him to a chair. One of those nice wooden ones with plenty of openings to slip cotton rope through. Probably not what Kim Taehyung thought he was going to do right after his art exhibition, but judging by his peeved, unsurprised face, it wasn’t a completely unexpected result either.

You had pulled up another chair to sit in front of him, still wearing your fur coat, knees between his knees, mostly because Taehyung was forced to spread them because of how you tied the knots.

“I think I hate you,” Taehyung muttered.

“Nah.”

“At least a little bit.”

You slipped the shoulders of your coat down, exposing your skin, casually crossing your arms under your breasts and leaning forward, smiling sweetly at Taehyung. His dispassionate face basically said, ‘go-suck-your-own-dick’. He tried to pulled his arms free.

“Don’t rip your blazer.”

“Bite me.”

“You gonna answer my question?” you asked, redirecting the conversation.

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “I told you. It’s because I can tell you love him.”

You broke your playful demeanor for a second, smiling broadly. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you dork.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like more of a third wheel in my entire life even though you’re talking about how much you love me,” Jungkook said behind you. He was sitting on the couch, as the chairs had been repositioned in the living room.

Taehyung pursed his lips. “That’s why I got scared, you know…” He leaned forward a bit, pouting. “What if you spend so much time with him that you forget about me? What if you guys break up and you blame me?” If he was untied, he would be nervously picking at his lower lip with his right hand right now. Instead, he chewed on it, worried expression clouding his strong features.

You shook your head, reaching out to fluff his brown hair. “You think too much. Why would I blame you over a breakup? If anything, I’d be dragging you out so you can help me keep a record of how many people I can fuck in a night.”

Taehyung made a face. “Why can’t you be normal and cry while eating chocolate?”

“You know I don’t like chocolate.”

“You don’t like chocolate?” Jungkook choked in disbelief.

“I have to fuck my problems away, Tae. That’s the best way to deal with them.”

He rolled his eyes. “You need to see a therapist.”

“Nah, I got you.”

Suddenly Jungkook’s face appeared because you two, sitting on the coffee table.

“How do you not like chocolate?” he pressed, staring at you.

You blinked at him. “I mean, I don’t hate it. I’m just not crazy about it like some people. Isn’t that better for you? I can give you all the chocolate that I receive.”

This thought didn’t seem to have crossed Jungkook’s mind. He grinned, highly pleased with this result.

“You’re even going to give him your chocolate?” Taehyung gasped, affronted. “That’s it, this friendship is over. I can’t believe you would betray me like this!”

You placed your hands on his knees. Taehyung huffed.

“You want me to untie you now?” you asked, patting his thigh and ignoring his dramatic outburst.

“Why? I thought we were going to have a threesome.”

Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads to blink at Jungkook. He smiled innocently, which did not look innocent at all with his sleek purple ponytail and mischievous eyes.

“Nobody agreed to that.”

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you sided with Taehyung. “Nobody agreed to that.”

“Aw, come on,” he nudged, grinning. “You guys have obviously touched each other before, right? And I can totally trust hyung not to fall in love with you.”

“Because my preferred type wouldn’t hump me in a public bathroom,” your best friend muttered.

“I’m sensing judgement here, Kim Taehyung. Watch your mouth,” you warned.

“Choke on my dick.”

“We can start with that,” Jungkook chirped cheerfully.

“Why do you want this, anyway?” You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. “You never expressed any interest in threesomes before. I assumed you were too selfish for that.”

“I am.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook grinned devilishly.

“But I also wanna see you get spit-roasted.”

“Don’t–” Taehyung began.

Jungkook spread his legs, revealing his erection straining in his slacks. Taehyung snapped his head away, groaning an annoyance, disappointed but not surprised that your boyfriend had zero shame. Jungkook bit his lower lip, tiny mole underneath quivering, excitement and lust in his dark brown eyes, looking right at you eagerly. He purred your name. Taehyung visibly cringed.

“You know I would…” you drawled softly, reaching over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh. “But I don’t think Tae is into it right now.”

“Yeah, I’d only do it if I was horny and desperate.”

“Then why do you have a boner?”

Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads down to see his dick trying to bust out of his pants.

He glared at it. “You traitor.”

“Are you talking to your dick?”

“Look,” Taehyung snapped, letting out a puff of breath and frowning at Jungkook. “I’m not immune, okay? She’s hot, sure. Absolutely one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I know.”

“Aw, so sweet!” you interrupted, smacking his leg in mock bashfulness.

“And,” he gritted, shooting you a scowl. “I might be horny and desperate, sure.”

“So, what’s the problem?” Jungkook inquired, smug smirk on his face.

“Well, you’ll get jealous, for one.”

Jungkook blinked, confused. “What?”

“Taehyung has a big dick.”

You said it so nonchalantly that Jungkook was speechless.

“Mhm.”

“Not as nice as Jungkook’s dick though.”

“Excuseme? I am offended.”

“You honestly need to improve your technique. You think your size alone is all that matters? Jungkook’s the whole package, great dick, cute smile, diligence, strength, always up for anything, perfect duality–”

“Shit, shut upabout him, I get it, he’s the hottest thing to walk on this earth, now stop verbally jerking him, he’s not gonna agree–”

“Kiss him.”

You and Taehyung froze.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, who raised an eyebrow challengingly.

“Kiss him,” he repeated.

Eyes back to Taehyung, who was breathing hard.

“Onlybecause I’m horny and desperate,” he growled.

The corner of your lips ticked upwards.

“Got it bad, eh, Tae?”

You placed your hands on his thighs, sliding down, rising off your chair. You felt Taehyung’s muscles tense, narrowing his eyes. He tried to keep up his severe front, borrowing your tendency to use arrogance to hide your true feelings.

“Isn’t that you?” he challenged. “Need me to satisfy you even though you have Jungkook now?”

You smirked, seeing right through him. “You always give me such blessed service though.”

Something flared in his brown orbs, pupils expanding as you neared. “Don’t.” Your head tilted at his tone, almost pleading, and still you advanced, your soft inhale ghosting his lips. His gaze was on your face the entire time, swallowing hard, anticipation creeping into his stern expression.

“Don’t what?” you whispered teasingly.

“Don’t say it in front of him.”

“But you like it.”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t need to know my embarrassing turn-ons.”

“What if I slip?”

He clenched his jaw. “Fuck, fine, whatever.”

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek, licking your teeth slowly, maintaining eye contact. Your words a low hiss, laced with pure lust.

“My good little angel, let this devil corrupt you.”

Taehyung whimpered and you closed in on his lips, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap, rolling your hips into his, voracious, greedy kisses, Taehyung gasping in your mouth as you bounced on his crotch, your spread legs causing the hem of your dress to rise, popping over your ass, moaning into his mouth as you worked him under you, his body familiar and comforting. His tongue encircled yours, whining for more, and you mumbled sweet nothings to him, remembering all the things he loved to hear, and he gave you all the things you loved, the neediness in his kiss, the desperation of his hips rising to add more friction. You weren’t exactly immune to Taehyung either. You could control yourself, normally.

But Jungkook gave you the green light, so you went all in.

Your hands were in his hair, tangled in the strands of black coffee, murmuring in his lips, sweet angel, and Taehyung moaned, fiercely thrusting his hips up and you sitting down on it, already wet, sighing satisfyingly at the feeling of his impressive length straining to reach your dripping heat, too many layers of fabric between them.

“Such a good boy doing such bad things,” you purred against his lips, amused at seeing your lipstick all over his mouth.

Taehyung looked up at you with glazed brown eyes, a tinge of unease in them. Maybe he didn’t want to show Jungkook his vulnerable side. You could understand that. You didn’t mind playing your role but Taehyung was more guarded. He didn’t like to be criticized or judged for the things he liked. You noticed his gaze flicker to Jungkook and then back to you.

You tilted your head and cradled his, running your fingers through his hair. “You want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you cooed gently, kissing his ear.

“I don’t want youto stop,” he breathed, so quietly you barely heard it. “I don’t want himto judge me.”

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Taehyung made a disbelieving noise.

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asked behind you, sounding curious and confused that his show was paused.

“Mhm, need you to take my coat,” you replied, pulling back, lowering your arms so Jungkook could stand behind you and remove it. You slid your hands out elegantly, seeing Taehyung’s messy dark hair and lipstick-stained lips. You heard Jungkook back up and you reached into Taehyung’s blazer, pulling out his handkerchief and dabbing at his mouth, carefully wiping it off.

“We can stop,” your reminded him gently.

“No,” he growled, frowning. “I’ve got a massive boner and it’s all your fault. Get me off.”

You grinned. “Alright, angel.”

You saw Taehyung bite his lip, shivering at your words. You couldn’t remember how this started, but it always worked. The roleplaying helped with the whole ‘having-sex-with-your-best-friend’ thing ten times less awkward, and it made it much easier for him and you to get off.

Unfortunately, it also was starting to make both of you much hornier while having sex with each other.

Whoops.

He clicked his tongue, raising his head, eyebrow cocked.

“Dirty little devil.”

You smirked. Taehyung’s voice was always sexier when he was aroused, deep and sultry.

One by one, you undid the buttons of his dress shirt, kissing at his exposed chest, the deep rich tone of his tan skin standing out against the white, his eyes closing at your touch, running your tongue down his sternum and blowing on it.

He shuddered, moaning your name, long and sweet.

You shifted, intending to push the chair behind you back, but it was gone. Instead, your ass backed up into a pair of very muscular legs. You paused, turning your head to see behind you.

“Jungkook–”

A firm hand stopped you, forcefully jerking your head back to Taehyung’s chest.

“Look forward,” Jungkook commanded.

A shiver down your spine at his tone. You smirked, peering up at Taehyung, who smiled.

“He jealous?”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snapped, grabbing your ass.

“A little bit,” Taehyung chuckled, and now he was smirking too.

Eerily similar to you, because who else would he learn such a devious expression from? You taught him well. You hummed, yanking Taehyung’s shirt open and pushing it to his shoulders, his naked torso now exposed to your eyes and mouth.

“Can’t imagine why. This was his idea.”

Taehyung jerked his head to you as you lowered yours to his chest. “What?”

But your lips closed around his nipple and he gasped, sputtering, confused, and then moaning as you moaned, Jungkook yanking down your panties and slapping your ass with his open palm, the sting added to the disapproving hiss of your name.

“He’s not supposed to know. I didn’t do all that acting for nothing,” he snarled, and your response was wiggling your ass, nipping your teeth over Taehyung’s chest, his handsome features twisted in ecstasy and pleasure, the tip of your tongue teasing his other nipple, pushing it around with your strong, wet, warm muscle.

“Whoops.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you and your not-so-innocent tone.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Such a bad little devil. You need some punishment.”

“He already knew?” Taehyung gritted, glaring daggers at your grinning face, saying nothing, your deft fingers undoing his pants. “Answer me, woman.”

Jungkook was positioning your lower half, ass up, legs spread, pussy exposed to his eyes and hand, your dripping core tense with anticipation. When he spoke, his voice was deep and silvery, laced with danger and desire.

“Answer him.”

And he spanked your pussy, making you cry out and leak between his fingers, the sudden sting of pain so nice, and you had the audacity to continue giving Taehyung that infuriatingly smug expression as you dragged his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing his stiff length that stuck straight up, your body repeatedly lurched forward by Jungkook’s open palm on your soaked slit, your juices splattering on his hand and the inside of your thighs. With a smirk, you lowered your head.

“Mhm, he knew… ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook, just like that…” you sighed in satisfaction, tongue snaking out and wrapping around the head of Taehyung’s cock, bobbing your mouth up and down like that, stimulating just the tip, paying extra attention to the underside of the head. “Sorry, Tae.”

“Swallow me whole,” he growled. “Now.”

You were ready to do it, of course, but you felt Jungkook’s hand clap onto your leaking, heated pussy lips, and the other danced up your back, so you waited, letting him grab your head and push you down, not quite as roughly as he would have if he was actually being mean, but with enough pressure that you knew he just wanted to do the physical action, wanted to feel the power even if there was no maliciousness behind it.

Your lips closed around Taehyung’s pulsing, hard length, taking it all, a familiar girth stretching out your jaw. You made a light gagging sound as the head hit the back of your throat, not quite suffocating, but enough to indicate, stop pushing me, and Jungkook lifted the weight off your head, still gripping your hair, messing up your perfected style of the night.

“That’s a good girl, swallowing all that dick,” he purred, sliding a finger into you.

You whined, clenching your walls around it, squeezing tight, wanting more.

“Suck.”

You did, obediently, looking up at Taehyung, his head tipping back, low moans escaping his throat as your tongue squirmed at the base of the head in your throat, muscles clinching around his cock, your lips around the base. You swiped your tongue down, stretching it out even farther, past your lips, slurping nosily at his balls, flicking them rapidly with the tip, feeling him get harder and harder, twitching against the roof of your mouth, bending a little due to the lack of space.

“Fuck, let go of her head, fuck!”

Jungkook released you and you grabbed Taehyung’s hips, starting a fast, intense pace, swirling your tongue around his cock, another long finger wiggling into your slick folds, thrusting into you from behind, your legs shaking with strain, Taehyung moaning louder and louder, filling up your apartment with his lust.

“Don’t fucking stop, fuck, you have the devil’s tongue, a-ah, it’s so fucking good…”

Jungkook scissored his fingers in you, the squelching sound loud and lewd, and you spied Taehyung tipping his head back, panting, watching Jungkook finger you from behind, his other hand smacking your ass periodically to watch it bounce and hear you moan, your hips bucking back into his hand every time you ascended from Taehyung’s cock.

“Give her another,” he gasped. “Stuff her more.”

Jungkook snickered. “For an angel, you’re all about the punishment, hm?”

But he did as he was told, shoving another finger in you and you whined, nearly popping your mouth off Taehyung’s thick length, stopping only because of imposing baritone.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Take it all. Or are you telling me you can’t? Telling me you’ve lost your touch?”

You went back down, narrowing your eyes, rising to his challenge. Your best friend knew everything about you and therefore he knew that the second he made it a question of your ability, well, that brought out the best in you.

“Fuck!”

Also made you almost vacuum his dick, but he asked for it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuck!”

Tighter, faster, tongue all over, nearly forgetting Jungkook was touching you at all because Taehyung had doubted you and you weren’t having that shit, fuck no, not even with Jungkook’s free hand snaking between your legs and feeling for your clit, rubbing it at the same furious pace you were blowing Taehyung’s jerking cock, tipping your head back and angling it so the head scraped against the roof of your mouth, locking your knees to prevent the shudders of pleasure from ruining your rhythm, so good, fuck, feeling so good with the pumping of Jungkook’s powerful fingers, electric satisfaction radiating from your throbbing clit, clutching Taehyung’s hips so hard he was getting indents from your nails, determined to get him there before you, and, by the sound of his breathless cries of your name and the trembling of his impressive girth, he was there.

“Yes, a-ah, you’re so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, oh, fuck!”

His orgasm exploded, flooding your mouth with a gush of saltness, thick strings of cum painting the back of your throat, and you gulped it all down greedily, eyes rolling back, the tense coil inside you snapping and drenching Jungkook’s hands with your own orgasm, your legs unlocking and giving out, shaking and flinching as wave after wave of vicious pleasure flooded through you, Jungkook’s strong arms holding you up, moaning at the feeling of your pussy convulsing around his fingers, still lightly rubbing your clit through your orgasm, whines and whimpers crammed in your throat due to Taehyung’s cock in your mouth, sliding all the way to the base and swallowing around it, because you knew he loved it, wanted it, craved it, groaning carnally, the head swelling and pulsing, nearly suffocating you.

“Feels so f-fucking good… a-ah, yeees…”

You stayed in the position for as long as you could, a good minute, before backing up with a choked gasp, clutching Taehyung’s thighs, eyes drifting up to his and he looked down at you, fucked-out, content, grateful, black-brown curls falling all over his forehead and cheeks, so casually sexy and perfect.

“Good angels always taste the best,” you rasped, licking your abused lips.

Taehyung grinned.

“Untie me, devil.”

“Damn, you dohave a big dick.”

“… Stop looking.”

“Why? I wanna see what she put in her mouth.”

You teased the head with the tip of your tongue, smirking. Taehyung looked away, ears turning red.

“You two are shameless.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” you laughed, straddling his lap, casually leaning over him to untie him. You heard Jungkook make a clicking sound and you assumed he was making a frame with his hands and miming taking a photo.

“Stop that,” Taehyung muttered, face full of your covered breasts. “Oi, take your clothes off if you’re gonna squash my face with your tits.”

You rammed your chest into his face to muffle his protests.

-

“Mmm, yes, no faster way to make me limp than you sucking Jungkook’s face off.”

You were too busy grabbing Jungkook’s naked ass and moaning in his mouth, tongue on tongue, purple strands brushing against your forehand, his hands on your ass and squeezing it roughly, rutting his rapidly hardening cock against your thigh.

“You want me to leave you guys alone?”

You broke the kiss, snapping your head around to see Taehyung raising an eyebrow at you from the head of your bed, completely naked. Jungkook continued slowly humping your thigh, peaking pre-cum all over and adding to his own stimulation.

“Are you done being an insufferable shit or what?” you glowered.

“Mmm, no.”

“Hmph, fine, just fuck me from behind then if you’re so needy,” you sighed, turning back to Jungkook’s amused smirk.

“No. I want the mouth again.”

You and Jungkook shared a confused look. “Huh, why?” you both said at the same time, looking at him in unison.

Taehyung lifted his chin defiantly, pointing to you. “I wanna stuff my dick into your mouth and fuck your face because you trickedme.”

You gasped, feeling slighted. “I told you it was Jungkook’s idea, why am Igetting punished? You schemed against me first!”

He shrugged. “You corrupted him so, technically, it’s all inherently your fault.”

You protested as Jungkook laughed, pushing you into position despite you verbally fighting back.

“What! All I did was exist! Is it my fault that Jungkook was thirsting after my ass and you decided it would a taste of my own medicine, only to have it backfire in your face? And what if I wanna look at his handsome face? Huh? Why am I not getting a say in – mhpf!”

You yelped as Jungkook and Taehyung shoved your face first into Taehyung’s crotch, his semi-hard cock smacking you in the cheek and getting a mouthful of his nuts.

“Lick.”

They both said it at the same time. You saw them share a look of surprise, shocked that they were thinking the same thing, ignoring you.

Hey, nobody ignores you.

You wrapped your lips around one of his balls and sucked, tongue surrounding it, causing Taehyung to squeal and spread his legs, his cock swelling instantly, especially as your tongue poked out and lapped at the other while sucking intently.

“Good little devil,” Jungkook praised, patting you on the head before backing up, leaving you to rearrange Taehyung’s nuts with your mouth, licking and sucking all over, him gasping and moaning above you, falling back against the headboard.

“You’re crazy, fucking crazy…”

You switched sides, pressing your lips into his crotch to stuff your mouth full before sticking your tongue out and wiggling it on the underside of the other, his thick length now hitting you in the nose, and you realized Taehyung wasn’t going to help you with this, so you internally sighed and reached up to grab his dick and stroke it slowly as you continued your make-out session with his nuts.

Taehyung was chanting your name over and over like it was a prayer, as if he was saying it in attempt to ask for his soul to be saved.

You felt the bed bow and you lifted your head as far as it could go, which wasn’t very far because you still had one of Taehyung’s balls still in your mouth. You were still sucking on it.

He moaned above you, clutching your pillows for dear life.

You heard a condom being opened and felt Jungkook’s knees spread yours, deep silvery voice purring your name.

“Wanna see you take two dicks at once, naughty devil,” he teased, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked opening.

You unlatched your mouth and Taehyung seemed to see stars for a hot second, reeling.

“Hope you’re prepared, sweet angel,” you taunted, and then you swallowed his dick.

“Fuckingshit!”

You moaned around his cock, letting it fill you to the throat, Jungkook’s perfect length thrusting into you at the same time, stretching you out deliciously, his own moan adding to your pleasure. There was just something about Jungkook’s moan, the longing, the possessiveness, the love. It made you wetter every time, bringing newfound energy to your meticulous sucking of Taehyung’s cock, who finally seemed to get his bearings and remember what the fuck was going on and what he wanted to do in the first place, because he finally straightened, large hands fitting around your head, pushing your hair back.

“You know why you’re so good at sucking dick?”

You tried very hard not to roll your eyes, already knowing what was coming. You decided to focus on Jungkook’s cock instead, pumping in and out of you, powerful, deep strokes, his hands gripping your hips, trying so hard to please you, and he was good at it, hitting all your favorite spots that made you squirm back against him.

“Because I let you suck mine,” Taehyung growled, holding your head and thrusting into your throat.

Mmmhmm, you thought to yourself. Not that he was wrong, because he wasn’t, being your first and all, but, come on, you didn’t get all your skills from sucking onedick, no matter how amazing Taehyung’s was. Oh well, you let it slide, simply enjoying not having to do much as your best friend fucked your face and your boyfriend pounded your pussy.

Ah, bliss.

The feeling of your mouth being filled and used, stroking Taehyung’s hips with your fingertips, elbows on the bed, legs spread open for Jungkook to slap his crotch into your ass wetly, back to front, a constant encompassing ecstasy that you welcomed, letting them command the pace, hands on your head and hands on your ass, familiar hands, loving hands, because even if Taehyung didn’t want to take you on dates and wake up next to you every day, he still loved you, still made sure he didn’t actually hurt you, careful to thrust hard but not deep, or thrust deep but not hard.

Jungkook wanted to take you on dates and hold you on his arm like his trophy and be waltzed around as yours, so… romantic? It was your version of romance, anyway.

And sex.

Lots of sex.

Fuck, he was so good at fucking you, leaning down, giving you more, chuckling as he heard you moaning around Taehyung’s cock, faster, harder, yes, fuck, yes, so good, your noises trapped in your chest, Taehyung increasing the speed, breathing shallowing.

“Fuck, yes, tighter, give it to me, you dirty devil,” he growled and you obeyed, closing your lips and pressing your tongue against the bottom, sandwiching his length in your mouth, your pussy also squeezing Jungkook harder, basking in his sinful moan, enamored with his voice and the way he said your name, never getting enough.

“A-ah, you feel so good, your pussy is so fucking good, gonna make me cum…”

So rough, so intense, so full of cock, keeping your holes tight, relishing in the way they forced themselves into your mouth and pussy, heady and intoxicating pleasure, you tipping over the edge, wailing around Taehyung’s thick girth as you spilled onto Jungkook’s rock-hard length, mind-numbing satisfaction that spread all over, hot and melting into you. Your walls violently spasmed and caused Jungkook to gasp, cock twitching and jolting inside you, shooting thick spurts of cum that filled the condom, and he buried himself all the way in, a wanton moan of your name echoing off your bedroom walls, savoring the feeling of you milking him, gripping your sides and squeezing you lovingly.

Suddenly, Taehyung yanked his cock out of your mouth and you coughed, startled at the abrupt loss, only for him to orgasm all over your face, hot white strings shooting out of his glistening cock and his hand guiding them, painting your cheeks and open mouth, dripping onto your tongue and clinging onto your swollen lips.

“Tae! What the fuck?!”

He snickered, smearing the residual cum on the side of your frown, winking.

“Blessed service, eh, you devil?”

-

“Is it gonna be like this every time we hang out now?”

You climbed onto Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kissing him deeper, trapping his slim waist in between your thighs, his hands sliding up your skirt, moaning into your mouth as Kim Taehyung smacked you in the shoulder blades, the sound masked by the obscenely loud music of the club as onlookers watched you and Jungkook with increasing interest.

Probably all dreaming of threesomes with you two.

“Hello, you two are supposed to be helping me getting laid, not getting laid right in front of me!”

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masterpost

dionysus ii, m | myg

sister story to dionysus, m | jjk x reader x male OC

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x male OC

summary: There are a lot of people in this world, good, bad, and those in between. And there was him, the man of excess, the man that made Min Yoongi think, society is stupid as shit for saying what I can and can’t do, and so Yoongi does what he wants and that’s getting his dick sucked by the Twitter user yourowndionysus, because he is, in fact, the “Best suck out there by far.”

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; important! male OC is pansexual and Yoongi is bisexual / pansexual; threesome smut (fem reader, the faintest D/s dynamics (male OC being the dom and the other two being sub), m-receiving oral with all the tongue (at one point, two mouths on one dick), fingering, handjob, reverse cowgirl, forced orgasms, m-masturbation, cum-eating / feeding); non-idol!BTS - blue-haired, music producer!Yoongi x male wiyllt x female friend!reader; Yoongi’s POV

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“F…Fuck…”

Warm, wet, tight. He sucked in a shallow breath, staring into dark, dark eyes that seemed to be smirking at him even through those mauve lips were currently full and occupied.

“Show me,” he gasped out, not looking away, unafraid. “Show me your tongue.”

The tightness subsided and the pink tongue snaked out, flashing out around his hard length, the silver-ringed hands sliding down his tense thighs to hold his balls and bring them to that sinful mouth, licking all over, flicking expertly at the space between them before drawing a sloppy saliva-covered figure-eight on his nuts, making Min Yoongi hiss and tip his head back, feeling the head of his cock rub against the roof of the mouth of another man, a man currently giving him, once again, the best blowjob of his life.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, you’re so good…”

Yoongi didn’t give a shit about societal rules.

Society sucked ass and in the worst way possible. Who decided that they could dictate what and who he should be doing? That was some bullshit as far as Yoongi was concerned. He didn’t really like people anyway. He could like a person, but people? Nah, fuck that.

Yoongi would rather have a nap in his studio than go socializing with large groups of people.

He took him deep again and Yoongi bit his lip, his hand coming up and tangling his fingers in that black hair, pushing it back from its usual sweep on the left side of that face, breathing hard as he watched those eyes watching him, strong hands once again on his thighs, ringed fingers fanning out, every one decorated with silver except the left pinky, pressing in, leaving indentations of said rings. Yoongi clenched his jaw as he felt the head slide into that throat, tight pulses far too controlled to be involuntary, waves of pleasure shimmering through him, deft tongue still swiping along the underside, fuck, Yoongi still didn’t understand how he could take it so deep and still move his tongue while controlling his throat muscles, it made no fucking sense, no sense at all. It felt so, so good, such a perfect image before him, looking down at dark eyes and that face bobbing up and down between his legs, the three silver coin necklaces jingling with movement, offering music to this erotic display, hands poised on his thighs to spread them wide, even his shapely ass and that back– fuck, that toned back and that familiar tattoo.

Whatever god out there decided that such a man should be created was clearly having some cruel joke with the universe.

Yoongi couldn’t decide if it would have been better or worse if this guy had been born a woman.

Either way, he was screwed, now, then, and in every interaction they had.

“I like this.”

“Hm?”

The silver-ringed hand pointed to the monitor in his studio. “This track. I liked it a lot.”

“Oh.” Yoongi wasn’t sure what to say to that.

The hand lowered, accompanied by a low hum from mauve lips. “I think I might get a tattoo of the lyrics.”

His eyes widened. “You? A tattoo? I thought you said you would never get a tattoo. Too indecisive.”

That wide smirk greeted him, complete with one of those rare dimples indenting his cheek. They never seemed to show around anyone else but him. “Yeah, I did say that, but that was before you decided to sing to me.”

“I’m not singing to you,” Yoongi snorted.

The other male ignored his rudeness. “I think it would be better to have it in English though. Make people wonder what it means. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Hah…tch, do whatever you want.”

He did. The man who named himself yourowndionysus on Twitter always did whatever the fuck he wanted. That was one of the reasons Yoongi liked being around him. People… well, there were many types of people. Good, bad, and most stuck in between with some mix of the two. And this one…

“How about you live like that?”

Yoongi frowned, hearing his own words sung back to him. “What?”

The man grinned, turning around and tugging his black t-shirt up, up a slim, defined waist, up toned muscular back, making Yoongi’s eyes widen as the tattoo was revealed, under the left shoulder blade and lined up against the spine, six English words stacked on top of each other, plastic taped over the freshly inked tattoo. Yoongi’s English was garbage, but he could read it just fine.

“What if you live like that?”

The other man chuckled, lowering his shirt. “I could have directly translated it, but it wouldn’t really make sense without the context of the rest of the song and I’m not interested in being featured on one of those Engrish blogs like a poorly translated road sign, although they arehilarious…”

“Why?”

Those dark, dark eyes flickered to him. He was taller than Yoongi, around a hundred-and-eighty centimeters.

“Why what?”

“Why did you get it tattooed?”

They stared at each other.

Yoongi hadn’t missed the rare moment of rambling. It was very unlike him. Looking at his face now, there was absolutely nothing giving him away. Just a measured gaze, observing Yoongi closely, the neckline of the black t-shirt low, exposing prominent collarbones and three silver coin necklaces. Yoongi knew what kind of person he was.

The things he did.

Those dark, dark eyes waited.

Yoongi had met him by accident, in the middle of picking up a girl before she noticed someone behind him at the bar, her face twisting in fury as she grabbed her drink and bolted from Yoongi mid-conversation to throw her drink at a man in a black denim jacket, a man with long black hair, dark eyes, mauve lips and silver rings on every finger except the left pinky, swiftly jerking out of the way as she tossed her drink at him and yelled at the top of her lungs.

“You asshole, you never called me back!”

Sucks to be you, lady, he calls me back.

Yoongi leaned forward.

Something flickered in those dark eyes even though he didn’t back away. When he spoke, it was a soft, gentle whisper.

“I try not to fuck my friends, Yoongi.”

“That sucks.”

And Yoongi kissed him.

Yoongi didn’t give a shit about what society considered right or wrong. There were too many ways to judge a person. He wasn’t going to waste his time thinking about it. He didn’t like people, and he rarely liked a person in general. Even rarer that he wanted to kiss someone. Even rarer that it would be someone who got his lyrics tattooed to their body. And certainly not someone who was his accidental friend because of a chance meeting of, why didn’t you call her back, and, I don’t call back people who would throw a drink at me the second I appear and it was a one-night stand or at least I thought so, turning into, you sound like an asshole, then, I’ll buy you a drink and convince you otherwise.

Those mauve lips on his, stealing his breath, a silver-ringed hand cradling his cheek and Yoongi was convinced, although he had been convinced a long time ago that night at a bar.

And now that mouth was on him, his own fingers in that black hair, and Yoongi didn’t care about anything except how he felt and how he was making him feel, seeing it in those dark eyes with blown-out pupils, nails and rings digging into his thighs, leaving marks on him. He couldn’t help it, just couldn’t help his hips moving, thrusting lightly in between those soft mauve lips, moans falling from his mouth as that throat adjusted for him, letting him do what he wanted, meeting his movements, burying him deep in slick tightness, pulsating around the head every time he descended, speeding up, stealing his breath without a kiss, Yoongi’s head tipping back to the headboard, ash blue strands of his own hair sticking to his face, lost in that tongue and that mouth, knowing who it was and wanting to cum into his mouth because it was so, so good, the best, and he could not be told that this was wrong on the sole basis that said mouth happened belong to a man.

Yoongi was convinced he was the best and he would always be the best.

“A-ah… harder, oh, fuck, yes, fuuuuuuuck…”

The pressure in his core was unbearable and he moaned deeply, spilling into that mouth, forgetting to breathe for a moment as the overwhelming ecstasy took over, his fingers curling into that hair, black locks standing out against his fair skin, shudders overtaking him, closing his eyes and whining as that throat constricted, drinking his orgasm in deliberate, small gulps, letting him feel it drain from the head, shocks of pleasure and sensitivity heightened by his held breath, pushing himself to the limits of lust.

It was so good that Yoongi had completely forgotten about anything else around him.

“Oi, hey, I haven’t finished you yet–”

The warm mouth left his cock. Yoongi untangled his fingers and laid there, spent.

“Heh, I know. I was holding myself back.”

A click of the tongue and Yoongi opened his eyes to see the woman beneath his friend getting up and frowning. Someone he invited for this, previously sucking his dick as he sucked Yoongi’s. A close friend of the other male. “I hate that you can do that.”

“Youtaught me that.”

“Well, I hate that you learned.”

Thatsmirkon those mauve lips.

Yoongi would never be sick of it.

Before this, that smirk had ticked his head, looking down at him. “Can I invite a female friend of mine this time?”

He had raised his eyebrows. “Something wrong with only me?”

“Don’t be silly. She just has different equipment. Trust me, you’ll like her.”

He did.

Yoongi liked her very much, especially when she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his spent cock, fuck, clearly taught by someone very skilled, probably the one who also leaned down to nudge her slightly. She retreated, focusing only on the tip, and Yoongi gasped as he felt two tongues on him, one lapping at the sensitive head, saliva dripping all over the slit and the underside, the other on the rapidly hardening length, sliding down, taking one of his balls in his mouth, Yoongi shuddering at the sight of those long fingers with silver rings sneaking between soft thighs to find wetness, a whimper around the head of his cock as fingertips pressed against a slick clit, rubbing gently. Not to be bested, she reached between those powerful thighs, gripping that semi-hard cock, and began pumping it roughly.

Holy shit.

If he hadn’t just came, Yoongi was quite sure he would have blown his load at the sight alone.

A woman and man all over him, two tongues on his cock, wet and dripping, so much sensation, so much pleasure, watching them try to get each other off at the same time and she was losing, of course she was, her body shuddering at the swift, precise stimulation of her clit, hand stopping around that thick, hard cock, fuck, looked so fucking good in her hand, and she pulled back, gasping for air, clutching the sheets, viscous juices sliding down her shaking inner thighs, whining against Yoongi’s thigh as the other mouth closed in, taking both of Yoongi’s balls in his mouth now, what the fuck, both at once, tongue everywhere, stimulating him all over, his own cock smacking wetly against that cheekbone and black hair, dark, dark eyes smirking at him, witnessing his sinful ecstasy.

“You’re evil, fuck…”

Those mauve lips popped off his balls and grinned like the devil.

Yoongi did not and would not ever regret kissing this man.

“You are crazy, ack, alright, fine, fine, stop – oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

The things that happened in that head of his? Yoongi never understood it, but he wanted it, waiting patiently as he rolled the condom down on Yoongi’s cock and positioned his female friend over him, reverse cowgirl – damn, she had a nice ass – his brief moment of admiration cut short as her tight, wet pussy sank down on him, clamping down his stiff length and his cock responded in kind, getting harder and harder, sinking into that vice, her voice shaking but still spitting sparks.

“This isn’t going to work, oh God…”

She leaned back, her back against Yoongi’s chest, and he pushed her further, wrapping his arms around that body and squeezing her tits – mmm, very soft, he approved – and then he saw what was going on, that smirk between her legs and his legs, nails digging into her thighs as that long tongue extended and slapped her clit wetly, lapping at it as she moaned, Yoongi instinctively pinching her nipples and turning her moans even more wanton, not even caring that his cock was only partway in because she was still so tight, her hands gripping her ankles to avoid squirming too much as her clit and nipples were assaulted, so Yoongi did the most logical thing he could think of.

He thrust his hips up.

“F-Fuck!”

He clenched his jaw and fucked her from below, a little awkward, a little erratic, but it didn’t matter, that smirk retreating, replaced by fingertips of a silver-ringed hand, rubbing fast and hard, crawling up to hover above their bodies, so clearly in control that he didn’t have to say anything at all, simply rose above them and forcing her to cum repeatedly on Yoongi’s cock by abusing her clit, making them both moan, Yoongi from the pulsating massage of her punishing orgasm and her from those fingertips on her most sensitive spot, the other hand coming up to cup her chin, leaning in sweetly, a long, almost chaste kiss if it wasn’t for Yoongi fucking her roughly from below at the same time.

The other male backed up, strings of saliva following, the breathless whine of the woman in his wake, irritation and desire in her voice.

“I hate you.”

That smirk returned, long tongue flickering between teeth. “No, you don’t.”

“I’m thinking about it, I swear.”

Yoongi started a little as the weight shifted on the bed, the hand between their legs leaving, and now the other male let Yoongi have more control, thrusting up from below and she rolled her hips into him to meet his movements, extending the stroke, making it better. Yoongi wasn’t surprised. She must be good if she was friends with him.

A shadow cast over his peripheral vision and Yoongi turned his head, freezing, suddenly face-to-face with dark, dark eyes and mauve lips swollen from use.

“I love seeing your face, Yoongi,” he murmured.

In those eyes, Yoongi knew he could feel however he wanted without shame.

“Kiss me.”

That mouth on his, soft and lovely and comforting, and Yoongi leaned into it, slowing down slightly, but she seemed to understand, riding him slowly as the kiss lasted, tongue sliding in, flickering between his lips, so soft, so gentle, making him want more, more, Yoongi furrowing his brows and gripping that plump ass on top of him and moving his hips again, trying to get more, but that mouth left him, drawing back with now shiny lips from his kiss. Yoongi clicked his tongue sharply, not bothering to hide his annoyance, but the other male simply smirked, messy black waves framing the left side of his face and leaving his undercut visible, his body rising.

“I like your blue hair. It’s such a nice shade of slate blue.”

He felt his neck heat. “Shut up.”

That wide smirk with that flash of dimple that only seemed to show around Yoongi.

“No, you.”

And he shoved his dick into Yoongi’s lips.

He sucked in a breath, wrapping his mouth around the long thick length, shivering as that ringed hand cradled his head and thrust a few times, not letting Yoongi have control by his tongue. He frowned around that girth, glaring up at him, but those dark eyes reflected only amusement, ruffling his hair.

His scalp tingled all the way down his spine and to his core.

“I just need a little wetness, thanks.”

You–

But before Yoongi could protest in any way, his pulled his cock out, saliva splattering on Yoongi’s chin as he backed up, Yoongi sputtering, you asshole, followed by a knowing laugh, yeah, he is, and now the other male was straddling both their bodies, one hand on the headboard and the other now wrapping around his cock, silver rings gleaming, the swollen red head peeking out between long fingers, covered with Yoongi’s spit and centimeters away from shaking tits.

“You wouldn’t,” she growled.

The three silver coin necklaces dangled down, jingling ominously.

“I would.”

Yoongi sucked in a breath as he watched that hand begin to move, stroking his cock over bouncing tits as Yoongi rolled his hips up into that tight pussy, the squelching sounds so wet that they were loud and audible, his spit on that cock, his cock fucking her hole, gaze shifting and finding dark orbs looking back down at him, holding his bed and fucking his hand, panting, and finally Yoongi saw the satisfaction on that face, pleased that he was orchestrating this, delighted that he had made him and his female friend orgasm before himself, something cruel yet powerful about the fact that his own orgasm would be from his own hand, hand covered in silver rings gripping tight, tight like the velvet walls around Yoongi’s cock moving in and out, out of that haunting gaze and staring back at that beautiful cock wrapped in long fingers and silver rings glistening with saliva, visibly twitching, closer, closer, closer.

“Fuck, oh fuck, Yoongi, you’re so good, fuck!”

Yoongi wished he could speak, but he could not, his helpless attempt ending in a choked gasp as his stiff length was brutally massaged and clenched by harsh tightness, sending him over the edge, tumbling with a hoarse groan as he spilled into the condom, his cock jerking and shuddering, shooting sparks of electric ecstasy through him and her, their moans in unison, depraved and lewd, and above them, a dark chuckle, smug, confident, overpowering.

“Heh.”

It was absolutely infuriating.

A sharp hiss and white strings shot all over her chest, streaking all over her tits, clinging to her skin, painting it with cum, directed between measured pants, his hand shoving the head onto her hard nipple and she whimpered, looking up at him with Yoongi as he pushed the sensitive nub around with the throbbing, slick, purple-red tip.

“Mmm,fuck, yes, so nice…”

Dark, dark eyes looked down at them, the man named Dionysus on Twitter reflecting his namesake with his toned, picturesque body poised over them like a god.

“You… are crazy…” she panted.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he is,” Yoongi agreed, chest tight, still trying to catch his breath.

He grinned.

“You two like it.”

The fingers of his left hand dipped down.

“Open your mouth.”

He didn’t specify who.

They both opened their mouths.

He covered his fingers with his own cum, the thick white liquid clinging onto his skin, silver rings glinting in the bedroom light, scooping it off her tits, and pushed them into her waiting mouth.

“Suck.”

She sucked his cum off his hand. Loud. Noisy. Swallowing.

After she finished, he pulled his fingers out with a sharp pop, gathering more, collecting his orgasm over her skin, her soft moans vibrating through Yoongi from her core, coating his fingers with it and raising his hand.

Yoongi’s mouth was still open.

The other male shoved his fingers and his cum into Yoongi’s lips.

He looked up into those dark orbs, seeing the pleasure he was giving, running his tongue over those fingertips, not needing to be ordered, already knowing, sucking it off those long digits, slipping his tongue in between them drinking the satisfying saltiness, staring into darkness full of excessive pleasure, and he knew he was safe, safe to do whatever and be whoever to those eyes, trusting probably a little too much, but he didn’t care, not at all.

Yoongi was going to live however he wanted and no one could stop him.

-

“I’m going to need a thousand-year nap, you asshole. Of course, you would find another perfect dick in this world. I can’t believe I agreed to this and I need a shower, jeez.”

“See you next time,” was the smirk’s response.

She looked furious as she slammed Yoongi’s front door shut.

“Nice friend.”

“She’s very nice. I like her a lot.”

Sometimes Yoongi would look at that back tattoo and then he would catch him watching, small smile on those mauve lips. He never said anything though. He just looked at it and the other male watched Yoongi, smiling at him. Those rare dimples sometimes appeared, but only with Yoongi. There were a lot of people in this world, good, bad, and in between, and there was him, the man named Dionysus on Twitter, just a person.

Just a person.

Just a person Yoongi admired because he lived how he wanted, inspiring Yoongi that he, too, could live how he wanted, so he did and spent these moments with that smirk and those silver rings.

-

dionysus iii

20210924 drabble
trust you (myg x male wiyllt)

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masterpost

counter point, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary:You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he’s going to get horny regardless. He’s going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he’s just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)

yes, the title is a pun
it’s the best laid plans couple and they’re crackheads
no need to read the first one, but it’s there if you want more

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“Don’t.”

You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).

“Listen to me, do not do it.”

You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).

Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.

He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.

You licked the kitchen counter.

“Fuckingdamnnit!”

You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).

“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”

“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”

You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.

“Back, you fiend.”

You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).

“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You smiled.

Ran your tongue over your upper lip.

“Like what?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.

(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)

“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.

“Who,me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”

He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”

“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”

He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.

(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)

“What a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”

“I’malsohot.”

And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.

“Alright,firstof all–”

“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”

Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).

“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”

You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”

Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”

“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”

“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”

You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).

Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.

Grinning.

(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)

“See ya.”

And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.

“You fucking brat–”

You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.

A full ten seconds past.

(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)

You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.

(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)

“Your shaved ice is melting.”

Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.

(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)

You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.

“Jung–”

You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.

Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”

(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)

Your eye began to sting very badly.

(Shit.)

“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.

“Oh shi–”

There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.

“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”

He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”

The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.

“O-oh,fuck…”

You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.

Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.

(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)

“Jungkook, ah…”

One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”

His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.

“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.

“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)

You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”

He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.

Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.

“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”

He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”

(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)

You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please…”

His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.

“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”

You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”

He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.

“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”

You heard hand(seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.

“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”

Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.

Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”

(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)

You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.

Heavy, shuddering breaths.

Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.

(Rest in peace the water bill.)

“Uh… my hand…”

You tensed around it. “I like it here.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”

You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.

“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”

You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”

He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.

“Brat.”

(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)

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2021.09.01 - birthday drabble

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in which jjk attempts to direct porn and you proceed to clown him until he shuts you up by fucking your brains out
well dressed

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masterpost

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi will always be the one. The one on top, the one above all others, the one who has a space in your heart. Sometimes, Yoongi questions it. You have to remind him that no one commands you like he can, and he reminds you that no one can take you from him.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, fingering, nipple play, m-receiving oral, doggy, scratching / marking, hair-pulling, cock warming); PWP; softdom!Yoongi

yes, I have been planning this ever since I released ‘headspace’.
happy birthday Yoongi! <3
I would have pretty words for you, but I literally write smut about you, so how about you notpractice your English here because I know you’re secretly fluent. I’ll give you the ‘I-love-you’ speech some other time XD

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“I’m here.”

You felt his fingers trail down your exposed arms, drumming down your skin. He took your hands, tracing your silver rings, humming satisfyingly. A familiar view, a fair skinned wrist with silver chain bracelets. He curled his long fingers around yours, caressing the inside of them. You could smell his cologne, scarcely sweet and musky woods, just a hint here and there, wisps that seemed almost imaginary. 

“To remind you that you’re mine.”

His grip tightened around your wrists.

A swift pull, spinning you around in your computer chair, tearing you away from the keyboard. Fluffed black hair, brushing against dark brown, cat-like eyes. A pensive smile and two silver hoops on each ear. All black, turtleneck, leather jacket, slacks. Your favorite. 

Your shadow. 

Min Yoongi. 

“I… I can explain.”

The smile turned into a smirk. 

“No need.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing them, unforgiving metal of the rings digging into both your hands. Leaned down, pushing your rolling chair into your desk so it stopped, husky voice against your chin. He stroked one of your silver rings, spinning it around your index finger. 

“Yoongi…”

He purred your name, drawing it out syllable by syllable, letting it slowly assault your ears. Your skin tingled as he pulled you up, your loose black t-shirt too thin, feeling far too much as he tugged you to him, his inescapable gravity and wicked smirk. 

“You smell different today,” he murmured, your bare legs brushing against his slacks.

You did smell different. Like burning wood and roasted sweet chestnuts, a new scent you found that instantly attracted you. That’s how you were. You encountered things and you immediately loved them, intensely, addictively, forever.

Just like Min Yoongi.

“Mmm.”

His hand traveled under the hem of your shirt, grabbing your thigh and sinking his fingers into it with a soft hiss. You bit your lip, closing your eyes, falling into the touch, letting it consume you. There were not a lot of things that could make you give in, but you believed in your instincts and trusted them. Your instincts always told you where to go, what to do, who to go to. With one glance, you could pinpoint if you would like something or not, even in unfamiliar territory. Your instincts always guided you to your loves. The things you loved always became significant, always changed your life, always had your devotion through time, space, and dreams.

They became obsessions and they never stopped.

Yoongi buried his face into your neck and inhaled, moaning softly.

“Smells so good. Warm. Like a comforting memory,” he mumbled.

“Reminded me of you.”

And it had. The second you smelled it; memories of his embrace had blanketed around you.

He lifted his head and his eyes were on yours. Half-lidded, plagued by dark circles, the loveliest black-brown in the whole world. You normally hated eye contact, but not in this space, not with him. Your hands slid under his leather jacket, wrapping around his waist. Yoongi leaned in, kissing you once more, pressing your body to his, leather and softness. He reached into his jacket and possessively tucked one of your hands in his.

“Sometimes,” he muttered against your lips. “Sometimes I think I don’t have your love.” His fingers caressed yours as you kneaded his waist underneath the turtleneck. “Do you not want me around anymore?”

A small smile drifted onto your lips. You reached up with your free hand and tugged the collar of your t-shirt down, revealing your silver necklaces. 

“You’re always with me.”

Yoongi’s dark eyes traveled down your neck, to the first one, seeing the tiny circular overlapping pendants. His name etched in the lower one, his birthstone set in the upper one. A tiny, contented smile. The others were a tangle of chains and charms, but Yoongi was the one who mattered most, so he was on top. 

Always on top. 

“What if you lose that?” he teased.

You chuckled. “So what? I could lose everything I own, but I would still love you, Yoongi.” You placed your forehead against his. “My head could be full of someone else, but there is always a space in my heart for you.”

The things you loved.

They are always and forever.

He raised his hand and placed a single fingertip in between your collarbones. Your spine tingled, scalp prickling as he slid it up your neck, lips parting as he watched it travel over your skin, up your chin and onto your plush lips, nail snagging on the softness.

“Such lovely words, but this mouth can do such dirty things,” Yoongi breathed, the side of his curving upwards playfully. You quirked your eyebrow and opened your mouth, licking the tip of his finger with your tongue, smiling around it.

“I can have pure feelings and a filthy mind.”

Yoongi cocked his brow to match yours, smirk widening to reveal his white teeth. “And you certainly do. I have no idea how your mind works.”

And then before you could respond, Yoongi shoved two fingers into your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue. You chuckled, wrapping your lips around them, sucking daintily, tongue swirling, slipping between them, drawing figure-eights. His eyes on you, darkening, darkening, the sparks of desire stroked to black flame, burning intensely as you placed the tip of your tongue all the way down to the skin where his two fingers connected, down to his knuckles, his fingers almost down your throat.

“You have such a tiny mouth,” he purred. “Astounded that my cock can fit in there.”

Yoongi pulled his fingers out and you gasped, strings of saliva dripping down and snapping against your chin. There was something about his expression, not trying to trick you, not trying to seduce you, simply aware of what he was going to do and that he was going to do it. There was no one to stop him. 

In fact, you patiently awaited it.

His free hand closed on the hem of your pajama shirt and slipped under, pushing your panties to one side and shoving his wet fingers into your pussy.

“Ah, Y-Yoongi!”

He smiled, sliding his fingers in and out, and you raised one of your legs, hooking it around his hip, one hand on his shoulder, moaning as he rubbed the inside of your walls, feeling all of you, watching your face the entire time, your pussy throbbing at the knowledge of being observed so intently. His other hand snuck up your back, drawing patterns on the thin black fabric, hardly a barrier from his touch, and then he traveled further up, running his fingers through your hair, tangling them at the base and yanking back, neck exposed, your moans deepening, saturated with lust, the pace of his fingers inside you increasing. You clenched around them, breath hitching at the pricks of pain, viscous juices soaking his hand and coating his knuckles. Yoongi leaned forward, inhaling your scent once more.

“Cum for me,” he purred, teeth on your neck, nipping lightly, pinches of red marks.

Pulling a little harder, thrusting a little deeper, sucking on the space in between your collarbones, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, whimpering as the sensitive skin was bitten and the insides of your walls roughly rubbed, grinding into his hand to stimulate your clit and it was too hot, too much, pushing you over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi…”

Pussy clamping around his digits, pulsating violently, your juices sliding down the back of his hand and his palm, covering him with you. A short reprieve, Yoongi letting you ride the high, sighing in satisfaction as he felt your walls shiver with the aftershocks. His other hand released your hair and you panted hard, tipping your head back up, only to be forced to raise your arms as Yoongi yanked your shirt up. You pulled it over your head, shaking your hair out, now wild and messy. He snapped a finger on your black bra strap, impatient expression telling you to take it off. You undid it with one hand and, as soon was it fell to the floor, Yoongi ripped his fingers out of you. You yelped at the suddenness, abruptly turning into a moan as Yoongi took his slick fingers covered in your cum and smeared them over your breasts, circling around your hard nipples, pinching them in between his slippery touch.

“Fuck, I love these nipples,” Yoongi muttered, dipping his head down to your chest, breathing in the scent of your orgasm. “So fucking big and soft and hard, all at once.”

He wrapped his lips around one and sucked off your juices with a moan, cleaning up his mess by licking all over your breasts. He placed his two wet fingers around the other, pinching and tugging on it, trailing his tongue up and down, up and down, matching pace, drenching your skin with his saliva before collecting it all back up and circling the sensitive hardened nub with the wetness, flicking his tongue against it, gentle, intense, continuous, until you were shaking and shivering against him.

Your hands came up and held his head, pushing back his black hair, moaning as you ran your fingers through it, over and over, his large hands pressing your tits together and playing on your nipples with his lips and fingers, sucking hard.

There were a lot of words in this world and none of them could describe exactly how Yoongi made you feel, like he could set everything on fire while also being the water rushing through you, burning and drowning, his brown orbs looking up at you, silent, but clear with his lust, reflecting you in his eyes. 

A mirror, so akin to you.

And yet not, because he was Min Yoongi. 

His other hand fitted in the curve of your back, forcing you to arch more, trailing his tongue over your chest, humming at your soft cries. 

“You always look so good no matter what I’m doing to you,” he mused, lazily licking off your other nipple. 

“It’s because you’re the one doing it,” you panted, shivering as he blew on your wet skin. 

“Hm, I don’t think so. I think you’re just hot as hell.”

He kissed up your chest, on your lips once more, sighing softly, your sharp sweet taste on his lips, both hands on your breasts, pinching your nipples with his knuckles. You whined into his mouth, and he shushed you with rough kisses as he rubbed them just as roughly, pain and pleasure, working you until you were breathless, gasping, pleading for more. He chuckled, releasing them, earning a frantic whimper, his mouth still pressed to yours. You heard him shrug off the leather jacket, dumping it on the chair. Nudging you forward to the bed, staying in stride with you, and you, grip on his turtleneck, yanking it out of his slacks, his smirk against your smirk. 

“What if,” Yoongi murmured, hands enveloping yours, tracing your silver rings. “One of my rings was here?” Tapping your left ring finger, mischievous spark underneath his lashes. 

“Do I get to put one here?” you teased, sliding one between his and wrapping it around his left ring finger. 

“Ah, they should match, shouldn’t they?”

You grinned, tumbling onto the bed and dragging him with you, Yoongi quirking an eyebrow, tone rich and deep as he continued.

“You like white gold or platinum?”

You tugged his turtleneck up and off his head, letting it fall to the floor, running a hand through his fluffed black hair as you mused.

“I’ll let you pick,” you purred. “And then I can pick one.”

“For where?”

“For here.”

Yoongi sucked in a breath, narrowing his eyes and mouth at you, cheeks puffing a little, but there was no mistaking the amusement in his words. 

“At least service him before you start putting him in prison.”

You unlatched your grip on his clothed cock. 

“What am I, but of service?" 

He watched your tongue trace your lips as you slid down, unbuttoning his slacks, zipper being teased down, a pleased smile growing as his clothes were tugged off, crumpling to the floor. 

"Let me help you,” Yoongi drawled as you lowered your head, calm hands gathering your hair to a long ponytail, winding it around his palm before turning his hand around, fitting his hold to the back of your head. You raised an eyebrow at his smirk.

“It’s going to be like that?”

His eyes darkened, black hair falling over them. 

“You love it like that.”

That’s true. Familiar words came back to you, almost like a mantra.

What if you live like that?

Tongue sliding out, licking him all over, dripping saliva down his length, his cock already hard and insistent against your lips, hot and trembling, pleading for attention, but you nuzzled past, wrapping your lips around one of his balls and swirling your tongue around it, listening to his deep moan, smokey and raspy, your name mixed with his sounds of appreciation, hand firm on the back of your head. You switched sides, back and forth, sucking one as you licked the other, accompanied by loud slurps that made Yoongi’s hips jerk, euphoric gasps filling your room. 

“Fuck, that’s a dangerous mouth…” he hissed. “You could make anyone fall for you with your mouth alone.”

You snaked your tongue along his stiff length, side to side, tracing the contours with your wet muscle, finally coating the tip with a thick layer of warmth, seeing Yoongi watch you with hunger, his long fingers pressed into your scalp. 

“Down,” he growled. 

You obeyed. 

Swallowing it all, all the way to the base, his cock twitching in your mouth. Yoongi gasped sharply, holding you down, your throat constricting around the head, barely able to breathe, but you were in Yoongi’s hands now. 

Your favorite pair of hands to command you.

“Fuck…fuck…”

He tilted his hips and you fell on your side, silver necklaces jangling, steadying yourself with your elbow. Slow but forceful, sliding out and pushing back in, moaning softly as he fucked your face, your hands in his sides, nails digging in, whining around his thickness, pushing your tongue against the bottom to make it tighter, better, his strong taste coating your mouth, so good your mind was a bit hazy from it or was it the intensity of his thrusts that was leaving you breathless?

You tensed your throat muscles and Yoongi chuckled, breathing hard.

“You sure you haven’t practiced on someone else? You’re too good at this, fuck…”

It was impossible to reply, think, or breathe, clawing at his back, rocking your body with his, your own power intoxicating you, knowing Yoongi was close to his end by the increased speed and roughness, grip on your head unforgiving, bouncing you back and forth with the force of his hips, your wet lips smacking his balls and crotch, the head repeatedly burying itself in your throat, stretching it out just like how Yoongi would stretch you out soon.

“Fuck, I know you love it when I use your mouth like this,” he snarled. 

I do. I love all the things you do to me. 

He clenched his jaw and a grating hiss fell from his lips, thrusting deep and spilling down your throat, you whimpering as you swallowed hurriedly, hands splayed over his back and ass, holding him there so you could drink it all, tongue pressed along his length to feel his cock throb with every spurt of cum painted down your throat. There was no time to think about breathing, completely dazed by his strong taste and the forced manner that you had to consume his orgasm, visceral and obscene.

“Time for your other hole.”

You drew back, gasping for air, hair cascading around you as Yoongi let go, taking advantage of your hazy state clawing for oxygen. You barely registered him pushing you down to the sheets, hands and knees, ass up and ready, his own hands on your hips to peel your wet pussy lips apart, watching your glistening opening flexing, the reaction both your muscles and your desire.

Waiting for him. 

Wanting him. 

“Mmm, my pretty pussy,” he purred possessively.

Your body already knew what to do even if your mind was still trying to catch up. He took the condom from your shaking, outstretched hand and ripped it open. You didn’t have to wait long. He leaned forward. The swollen, hot head pressed against your opening. Not moving, chest against your back. 

“Yoongi,please…” you gasped hoarsely.

“Please what?”

This fucking tease. “Please… fuckme.”

His hand crawled up the sheets, deft fingers dancing, up your wrist, and onto your hand, your silver rings glinting in the low light. He placed his fingers in between yours, lips against your ear. 

“My perfect plaything, aren’t you?”

A swift thrust and you were moaning, fingers closing in around his, suddenly so full and so deep that you saw white for a brief moment, but there was no time, no time as Yoongi slid back and slammed into you again, crotch to ass, untangling his hand from yours so he could right himself and fuck you hard, just the way you liked, just the way you needed. 

“Mmm, what a beautiful back.”

You buried your face into the pillows, his fingernails scraping down your skin, sending shocks and stings all over you, helpless cries at his wonderful scratches, the exact pressure so that he left marks all over you but didn’t break skin, so good paired with his harsh thrusts, making you claw for the headboard, planting your hands on it and bucking back into his hard length, heightening the pleasure and mixing it with pain, Yoongi’s satisfied grunts behind you, necklaces jingling on your chest. Sensation, sound, emotion, all of it, building up inside, winding the coil, tighter, tighter. 

Nothing else mattering but being fucked by Yoongi’s cock. 

“This body is for me, isn’t it?” Yoongi growled, racking his nails down your back.

“Whenever you want, fuck, oh fuck, Yoongi!”

He kept going, the fire of your orgasm burning hot, crashing waves threatening to take you under, but still he gripped your hips and fucked you into the bed, the bed frame squeaks drowned out by the loud squelches of his rock-hard cock reentering you over and over again. 

“That’s what I thought,” he snickered, leaning down and earning a wail, so deep it felt like he was hitting your cervix, the head swelling as your walls clenched around him. “No one can take you from me, isn’t that right?”

You responded automatically, your body once again responding quicker than your brain could, the answer always there, lingering in your mind, unwavering, pure instinct.

“No one.”

The words rushing out with ravenous conviction, nails curling into the headboard, so much forced pleasure, savoring in Yoongi’s roughness, pussy pulsating so strongly that you weren’t sure what was an orgasm and what wasn’t. All over you, through you, in you, clouding your mind and thoughts. Absolute precision, knowing exactly how to fill you, and you clenching him back, molding to him to deliver the pleasure he loved, primal needs being satisfied, everything feeling so good that you became lightheaded, and yet you still found yourself uttering between moans and gasps, declaration being ripped from you because of Yoongi’s perfect cock destroying you mentally and physically.

“It will always be you above all others, Yoongi.”

His fingers wrapped in your hair and yanked back, the sudden pain making you scream his name, liquid gushing down his cock and balls, thick and viscous, sticking to both your inner thighs. Your name falling from his lips, a half-moan, half-hiss, his entire length jolting inside you, filling the condom, and Yoongi rolled his hips into you once more, feeling it all, every contour of your pussy constricting around his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck…”

Two voices that sounded like one, rough, grating, instinctive, matching in time. Sparks coursing through your veins, body shivering with the aftereffects, squeezing the remnants out of him. His hand reached around; strands still tangled in his fingers.

Yoongi cupped your chin roughly, caressing your skin. 

“Above all others, hm?” he breathed, the depth of his voice soothing your thudding heart. Both of you sinking down into the bed, knees giving out, and he was still inside you, gripped tight by your stubbornness, his arms around your shaking body. You closed your eyes, Min Yoongi surrounding you, invading your space with his possessive embrace, his unavoidable presence, his inescapable hold, and you, a willing captive, letting him take over.

His lips against your ear, a familiar purr, your always and forever whisper. 

Your shadow. 

“I like that.”

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masterpost

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who said people are animals of wisdom?
for me, obviously, we are animals of regret
people change, just as I’ve changed
there is nothing permanent in the world
everything is just a happening passing through

My blog is named after ‘People’ by Agust D, the only song that I’ve ever felt every word and every line, rapped and sang with that exact pitch and emotion, describe me. I’ve always wondered, these thoughts I have, will anyone ever be able to put them into words?

so what?
what if you live like that?

And you did, Yoongi, and for that, I am grateful.

requested by anonymous: Jimin + Neonsigns

Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Warning: Smut
Word Count: 1.5k

The brick wall he pushed you against felt cold against your back despite his leather jacket hugging your shoulders loosely. It didn’t bother you though, in fact, it felt nice to get some relief from the burning heat surging through your veins as he dragged his thick, plump lips over your skin. The wall only cooled you off  a tiny bit, not nearly enough to extinguish the fire burning you alive when his fingers around your hips tightened and he rolled his lower body into yours. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips before you knew it, your mind so foggy and clouded it was hard to remind yourself of where you were.

‘Jimin…’, you managed to sigh out, your arms locked around his neck as he still laved yours with his tongue, the wet muscle dancing up and down the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You felt you throat getting dry, making you repeatedly lick your lips to moisten them before you made another attempt at speaking.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this here…’, you gasped when his teeth dug into your flesh, shooting an electric shock straight to your core.

He finally pulled away so you could look at him. You were panting frantically, it took alot of energy to fight the urge to just let him take you right then and there.

He looked incredibly sinful, his lips shining wet from exploring your skin with his tongue, eyes halflidded with lust, the red neon light of the nightclub sign contouring his hair and facial features to make him look like a demon in the night. He smirked as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

‘You wanna get out of here then?’, his voice laced with seduction and husky from arousal.

You nodded fiercely, grabbing him by his collar and yanking him back to crash your mouth on his one more time, just to satisfy the need for his addictive lips for a moment. He fished his phone out of his backpocket before gathering the strength to separate his lips from yours.

‘I’m calling a cab. My place or yours?’, he asked while hastily calling the number of the taxi company, clearly growing more impatient with every passing second of not devouring or being devoured.

‘Don’t care, just hurry!’, you whined, shoving down the neck of his tank top to helplessly nibble and suck at his collarbones, earning you a deep groan from him as he anxiously waited for the torturous dial tone to stop and someone to pick up. He sighed in relief when he finally heard a voice on the other side of the line.

You spent the following 10 minutes, what felt like hours, waiting for the cab and trying not to tear eachother’s clothes off until the car stopped in front of the club.

You practically jumped inside, rambling off your address to the driver and getting back to eating eachother’s faces on the backseat, ignoring the judging looks the older driver threw you in the front mirror of the car. Fortunately, your place was fairly close and you arrived at your appartment 15 minutes later.

‘Thank you sir!’, you quickly threw some bills on the front seat while already in the process of climbing out of the back. ‘Keep the change!’

‘But miss, this is 10 bucks too many!’, the driver muttered in confusion.

‘Don’t worry about it!’, you yelled in your haste to leave just before you closed the door and pulled Jimin along towards your front door. You pulled out your keys and struggled to find the right one right away, the excitement making your hands tremble and your fingers clumsy.

He slammed your body against the wood, his hands groping your ass and you were afraid you weren’t even going to make it inside when he started attacking your neck again, clearly his favourite spot to take his frustrations out on.

‘You didn’t have to pay for the cab, you know, i could’ve-‘

‘Park Jimin, shut the fuck up and get inside before i’ll ride you into my front step right now.’, you growled dangerously when the right key finally turned around in the lock and you managed to open your door, accompanied by Jimin’s delighted chuckle.

What happened after that was a blur of stumbling, tugging on clothes, slamming into walls, entwined limbs, colliding teeth, messy kisses and surprised moans until you finally gave up and settled for the carpet on the floor in the living room.

‘Fuck how can anyone be this hot?’, Jimin groaned as he practically ripped your dress, too impatient to deal with the zipper properly, ‘Why is it that i just need to fuck you senseless every time i see you?’

You were too busy desperately working on his belt and unzipping his jeans to answer, this was all taking way too long for your liking. You finally managed to pull his pants down, along with his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it slapped against his stomach immediately. It made your mouth water, the heat burning between your legs turning into a bonfire as if someone threw in a bottle of white spirit.  

‘Jimin, fuck me!’, you yowled, your panties soaked and ruined by now. They were already good for the trash before the cab even came, but you honestly couldn’t take it anymore. You dramatically rubbed your thighs together to get some friction while Jimin still struggled to get your dress off.

‘Fuck!’, he muttered in frustration, the tugs on your zipper getting shorter, agressive and full of resentment for the small, metal thing.

You looked longingly at his hot red, hard cock, leaking precum and begging to be touched, so you decided you couldn’t wait anymore.

You lunged forward on your knees, your hands wrapping themselves around his shaft before you took the tip into your mouth. Jimin gasped in surprise, his eyes wide and his hands stilling around your zipper. You gradually took more of him inside your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat, making his eyes roll back in his head.

‘You’re not helping!’, he moaned half frustrated, half enjoying. He squeezed his eyes shut as your tongue massaged his length, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking hard each time you went up, only to clench your throat around him when you reached down until your lips touched his base.

His hands fell limp against his sides as he gave up trying to unzip the damn dress before they tangled themselves in your hair. He threw his head back in bliss, finally giving in to the amazing pleasure of your lips girdling around his length, the various pressure of your skillful tongue sending him into nirvana.

His lewd noises and adorable whimpers got your arousal trickling down your thighs, your core aching for release as every sound he made shot through your eardrums and straight to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but slide your hand down your panties, helplessly trying to relieve some of the tension building between your thighs.

You rubbed your clit vigorously, a happy moan sending vibrations through his shaft and making him shudder, until he noticed what you were doing.

‘Are you…Touching yourself?’, he rasped, the pupils in his eyes dilating until only a small outer circle of his iris was visible.

‘Mhm.’, you confirmed, mouth stuffed with dick as you were ready to take him all the way down to your throat again if you weren’t suddenly pushed down flat on your back.

‘J-Jimin?‘

‘Shh. Fuck that stupid dress, keep it on.’, he growled lowly while he shoved the fabric up around your waist and literally ripped your already ruined panties apart. ‘This will do just fine.’

He threw your legs over his shoulders, diving head first inbetween them and wasting no time licking up your juices like you were a melting popsickle, the slurping wet noises flushing your cheeks in embarrassment. His tongue darted out to find your small nub, sucking on it, gently nibbling until he had you a moaning mess underneath him, and it’s only been 10 seconds.

‘As much as i love to eat you out, i’m at my limit here.’, he groaned before crawling on top of you, his hand pumping his length a few times before guiding himself inside you.

You both moaned long and relieved, eyes rolling and mouths gaping when he filled you up to the brim.

‘Fuck…’, a shaky sigh rolling out of his mouth as he let himself get sheathed inside your hot, tight heat.

‘-ing finally.’, you added in a matching sigh, your eyes fluttering closed to savor the feeling of just being full.

‘Oh baby, we’ve only just begun.’, he smirked as he punctuated the end of his sentence with the beginning of a series of thrusts, the first roll of his hips into yours making electricity surge through your core. ‘And i’m not gonna let that dress stop me again.’

alright so we stumbled across this idea while derping to eachother and it actually sounded really fun so let me know if you guys would read this or not so i know if i should write it!

- so you’re basically a ghost because you’ve been killed by got7’s rudeness

- yup you’re actually /dead/

- you woke up one day and your soul just left your body because they were just too much to handle

- especially bambam these days wtf

- not chill dude

- so you decide to take revenge duh who do these little shits think they are?

- you’re invisible

- but you can touch living people and objects in the real world

- you’re still invisible

- IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES

- okay but first you need to go to the ghost realm

- there are rules okay

- lol jk

- do whatever the fuck you want you’re a ghost

- Yoongi greets you at the gates because he’s heaven’s receptionist

- ‘welcome to AfterLife™, what can i do for you?’

- ‘uhm idk maybe explain wtf happened to me?’

- *sigh* ‘another dead fangirl? Shit they keep coming out of nowhere. Come with me.’

- Yoongi takes you with him on a tour through the ghost realm and teaches you the ways of haunting

- like what to do and what not to do

- ofcourse you can do whatever you want but just don’t be a lame ghost okay

- ‘writing messages on the wall with blood is so cliché’

- ‘keep knocking shit off of shelves and throw things across the room though that shit’s classic’

- ‘doesn’t matter really humans shit themselves at the smallest things’

- You spend some time together and he becomes your best ghost friend

- until you meet another ghost fangirl

- she’s also killed by got7

- you seeee where i’m goiiiing?

- ofcourse you do

- payback time bitch

- let’s mess with these boys

- have a little fun with them

- pull their pants down at random moments

- ‘Who the fuck pulled down my pants??’

- ‘Wait you too?? so it wasn’t you?!’

- imagine their faces

- priceless

- BamBam and Jackson share a room right

- ‘Bam stop fucking around with the lights already! It’s not fucking funny!’

- And then BamBam just comes into the room after getting a glass of water

- also ghost blowjobs

- alot of them

- you’re sucking their dick in the morning and they can feel it but they can’t see anyone lol

- they don’t stop you though those rude ass pervs

- you just generally make them confused af and they start going crazy bc wtf is going on?!

- it’s gonna be a hella funny, wild ride guys

- like just watch the video of them getting startled by a prank just do it

- they’re such big babies

- the other members of bts will appear as well at some point

there’s so much more though but here is some brainstorming! let me know what you think about it :)

-Admin E.

19:14pm

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

genre: smut, fluff if you squint, drabble

Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.

A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination

You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.

“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. 
“Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.

“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.

“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.

“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.

“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end. 

“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted. 

“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.

“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.  

“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words. 

Extra

“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home. 

“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.

“I forgot to use a condom” Jungkook smirked.

Chapter-30B

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