☏Summary: “Perceptions are hazardous,” she’d hear her mother say religiously. And that line meant a lot, way more than just a complex utterance of the sickly-sweet “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover” proverb. Perceptions are hazardous. It’s a common trait between humans to ignore or not to give an ounce of thought to the truth behind one’s falsified persona. When lawless dignitary, Jeon Jungkook, meets her, trailing after his own heart will become his only feat. But for her, this irrefutable truth about perception will be a weapon she could put to good use. In a world of deceit, pride and gluttony, one could only hope that the young man’s avid heart is aware of the possible ruinations.
☏Warnings:istg this shit makes me sound like i’m pro capitalism but i’m really not, i might also offend some art fanatics with this one, rich nigga issues (i guess), topics on racism, misogyny, religious imagery, themes of depression, apathetic houseworkers, toxic friendship, gossip girl hoseok, violence, mentions of blood, mild depressive episodes, childhood trauma, mentions of an abusive parent, smoking, sharing a cigar, alcohol, swearing, angst if you squint… like really hard, teeny weeny mentions of sex and very, veryimplicit mentions of suicide
quick a/n: brutal honesty; was your girl greatly discouraged in the course of writing this? well… hehehe. no but fr, i had spent a plentiful amount of time in HELL. was kinda goin through it… and it’s been a painful length of time, I know… and ngl, kinda hated the way it turned out for a hot minute, like, I really thought this was gonna suck. and let’s also add in my tiresome battle with writer’s block, cuz it literally took me 4 fucking months to finish this and get my shit together, and some of you have been waiting but I mean,,, had to pull my socks up and share because y’all gave the prologue SOOOOO MUCH LOVE. so ummm, it was one of my very few modes of encouragement, so thank you, from the deepest, most chasmic part of my heart, for the love… I mean it. So I uh… hope you enjoy, hehe!
You have a brilliant pace and flow while writing, reading your story feels so easy like I am flowing from one sentence to the next like traveling down a calm stream.
Characters are described rather well, I am having no trouble at all picturing the scenes your creating how each person is dressed, their mannerisms, movements and quirky behaviours.
I like the main characters determination and backstory, especially the relationship between her and her father. It’s not overbearingly thrown in your face that he is evil or anything but a simple animosity regarding her singing at a young age but super effective to give her a drive to pursue singing. I don’t know it’s such a small scene but it can have such a big impact on someone’s life to just drive them forward. It’s something I am sure so many people can relate to.
I find some of your phrases are different (I like them) and it really sticks with me, and becomes memorable within the scene. I am definitely understanding your author voice and I like it a lot. I can’t wait to see where the story goes, I am excited to read more.
I also love the representation of a black reader not just representation but good wholesome representation. I know there must be people of colour wanting their happy endings and stories to be able to indulge and lose themselves in. Not only is your writing well done it’s sending such a powerful message. I would love to talk about how I can improve writing for people of colour in my stories. If ever you want to share a conversation about it.
❥pairing: playboy!jungkook X playgirl!oc // black!oc
❥genre: sex workers/p*rnstars AU, model AU, social media AU, friends to enemies to lovers AU, angst, smut
❥summary: Famous international Playboy model and p*rnstar, Jeon Jungkook, is paired with you for Playboy’s next Valentine’s Day collection. Hot lingerie sets, promoting the fake relationship, and of course, a sexy p*rno is to ensue. Only rule: don’t f^ck each other until the video shoot…
❀three-shot + drabbles❀
[mini-series]
♡chapters♡:
chapterone
dressing room scandal
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drabble 1
i tell u ur a good girl (audio only) #-mutual mast
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chapter two
what happens in Paris…
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drabble2
some bdsm sh*t #-spanking #-bondage
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chapterthree
violet roses
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drabble 3
shower with me and my fav c^ck sl^t
-drop date for part one: soon!
[I was just too excited to share it with you!]
-taglist: comment + reblog if you want to be on it!
-misc: photos are not mine but are collaged & edited by me. still, do not steal writing, moodboard, or use my ideas unless I’m given inspo credits for inspiration & tagged! [major inspo for Jungkook edit from @/jink997 on Twitter and other playboy edits from Pinterest] [fic inspo from me & a video edit I made]— [see^^, it’s not that hard]
been wanting to put this into story form ever since I made the first crappy edits for it over a year ago, would like to finish it without anyone ruining it for me thanks <3
❥summary: Yoongi wants you to to try his new products…
❥!!warnings!!: sexual activity while under the influence of weed & edibles (high yoongi omfg), mentions of healthy weight gain being praised
❥other warnings: fingering, oral (male receiving), riding, first time raw sex (please use protection!), hickeys, hand holding, weed smoking & edibles
❥notice: Suga is Yoongi’s street name. Reader is 21 and Yoongi is 25 here. (Also, yes I did up their ages cause this series is over a year old so I let them grow with it). Ik it’s kinda long but cmon nowwww I know you missed these two so I made it like we were catching back up with them
-Did you know that Big Poppa by Biggie is in Yoongi’s favorite tracks on Spotify?????? Yeahhhhhhhhh.
❥word count: 8.5k damn
-inspo: These screenshots from his VLive along with the FUCKING live itself and his AMAs look for the My Universe stage with that damn gray hoodie gave me all the motivation I needed for Big Poppa 3. Literally. Inspo also from a Yoongi edit I made over a year ago.
-song rec: big poppa - The Notorious B.I.G. (slowed)
-author’s note: There’s some mentions of how Big Poppa is tied to Want Me,@maddeinvenus suggested I do it long ago so I kind of connected them
-This is probably the last installment of Big Poppa . Don’t worry though, I have a thing for revisiting certain tropes so there may be another weedman!member fic coming along or even another Yoongi one. Who y’all tryna see next? Hope you are excited for this and that you enjoyyyy!!
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Your semester sucked ass.
Classes were hard, professors didn’t care about the horrendous work loads, and peers constantly made staying on campus a living hell. You’d lost count of how many times curfews were enforced and how many community service events were held to scrub spray paint off of brick walls. You’d went. Only because you didn’t have shit else to do and the credits would look good on your résumé that you had not been working on since you started university.
At least your first semester of your junior year was done. Final exams had rolled around again and so did the looming stress, but you pulled through. Getting good grades wasn’t your concern; As long as you’d gotten it out the way, you could relax.
Or try to. Staying in your dorm or on campus in general was depressing to you, because the only person you wanted to see every day wasn’t there. In fact, he went missing for two months. It wasn’t intentional or like he didn’t inform you or anything… He’d went to South Korea with RM for something important to do with his business. He didn’t up and leave for no reason. And there were sweet messages on your phone every time you woke up. Still, he was missing to you.
The only thing that keeps you sane in his absence is going over his house every day. He’d left you with his keys and asked to look over his place, which you did, but you just couldn’t resist bringing your things along and spending nights there. His sheets still smelled heavily of his cologne—along with the potent scent of weed—and it brought you enough comfort to sleep amidst worrying about him being across the world. (Plus, masturbating in the blankets that smelled of him got you off. He didn’t mind, per a few pictures you sent him that got jealous feedback.)
You missed Yoongi so bad. You missed the sex and the weed, too, but none of that compared to him as a person. He made you so happy, made you get butterflies when he crossed your mind hundreds of times out the day, made you really soft for him…
You were so whipped.
“Fuck you, Yoongi,” you mumble to yourself with a huff as you take a seat on one of the cool benches in the courtyard. The people you were walking with sit around, too, still hype from the frat party you all just left. It’s nighttime and past midnight. You went out for a night of fun, but you were hoping everyone else was ready to head to bed soon. You want to leave and go fall into a deep sleep in Yoongi’s blankets.
“But did y’all see the way they were moving though?” Some girl that you can’t remember the name of says, mentioning the frat boys’ raunchy dancing. “Grinding shouldn’t look that… bad.”
“Right? So many girls were screaming at it, too. Seems like all it takes is a little dry humping the floor to make females go crazy,” Lance says, and you roll your eyes at the cringey term while the girl laughs. Some men were still calling women ‘females’? Ew. Yoongi would never.
“Jealous?” you can’t help but to try him.
“Of resorting myself to a horn dog?” Lance frowns. “Don’t think so.”
The girl gives an annoyed look at you, and the rest of the group laughs at their antics. Nothing’s funny, they’re all pretty much wack, and you’re not feeling them. Ugh, you should have branched off from people you knew in your class and split with the nerdy ones. One of them recommended you anime flicks, and you should have took their offer on going with them to the rec room to watch. On the inside, you somehow think the night would have ended up the same anyways: being annoyed by men trying to play “alpha male” and women eating it up.
“What about you then?”
It’s too quiet for a second, so you glance up to see Nick looking over at you, waiting for an answer. “What about me, what?”
“You liked watching those guys?” A smirk forms on Nick’s tan face. What is he getting at? You didn’t care for any of the frat boys, but they ate up their little dance routine.
“It was good,” you shrug, and Lance shakes his head as if he’s disappointed.
“Females.”
“Seriously,” the girl next to you scoffs in agreement. “It was so disgusting. And overly sexual.”
“I mean… maybe if you both knew how to dance like that… or if you had just looked away from it, it wouldn’t be a problem,” you hold your hands up as if to say you aren’t trying to be offensive to them and make them out to be haters, but you really are. The girl is chuckling at your boldness. You don’t know why, but you want to slap her.
“Females are so picky,” Lance starts, continuing the conversation you are already done with. “They want someone stupidly handsome and athletic… who’s a dick. They don’t like the good guys. Unlike Jade here.”
The girl, apparently Jade, nods. “True. They always want to run behind the bad guys when there’s so many good men out there. It’s so trashy.”
You sigh, not wanting to hear this “pick me” shit. Not from a dude you saw trying to hit on every girl at that damn party, including you. And especially not from a girl condoning their words. Lance and Nick are the typical “good guy” claimers yet constantly make misogynistic jokes and aren’t even entertaining personality wise. The bitch next to you… needs a reality check and a better “no-makeup makeup look” routine to be more believable. You’ll pass.
Before another one of them can bring up anything else about “females”, a group you recognize from the party loudly walks by. Some track runners.
“Yo, what’s good Lance. Nick,” one of them handshakes with both the guys. “Saw the soccer game the other day, really good play.”
You want to laugh so bad at how Lance and Nick are puffing their chests up to the track team. “Thanks, man, can’t wait til track season starts back next year to see you on the run. What you got there?”
By time the track runner guy passed in front of you on the bench to handshake with Lance and Nick, you’d smelled it. Anyone knew the smell of weed from anywhere— the scent is always strong. But no one knows that signature musky and sweet aroma like you do. Except for the motherfucker that deals it.
“Weed,” the guy cheeses, showing off the poorly rolled blunt. “Just got some from the dude in the parking lot.”
Your body runs cold. It can’t be. You grab for your shoulder purse and dig around for your phone.
“Terrance, crowned dumbest freshman of the semester,” Nick tsks, running a hand through his brown hair but taking the blunt when it’s offered to him. “Buying weed from someone random?”
“There was a whole line and it seemed like everyone knew him. How were we just supposed to sit there and not go and get some? Plus, it wasn’t as expensive like that one guy who charges 40 for a gram.”
“Who’s selling other than B-Jock?” Jade questions. “The campus weed man has been gone for like two months.”
For an uptight and innocent posing ass bitch, she’s surely invested in the school’s weed business.
“Sugar, right?” Lance asks.
“It’s Suga,” Jade corrects. “And his weed is top tier quality. No way he came back without giving his customers a notice. Shooting a text is so easy.”
You sneer to yourself at her entitled comment. Yoongi didn’t owe anyone he sold to shit; He already gave discounted prices. You remember how pressed people were when he disappeared all of a sudden. He had a life, too, and none of them needed to be all in that kind of business of his. Maybe you weren’t mad like them, because Yoongi had told you about his little vacation… But whatever. If anyone had a right to know if he was coming back, it would be you, since you both text frequently and did things outside of weed… He would let you know, right?
Of course he would. And you’re hoping so as you’re waiting for your phone to power back on. The one time you turn your phone off to preserve battery, this shit happens. At least the device kept the 7% of juice left.
“Oh, then, yeah,” Terrance shrugs, taking his blunt back and passing it on to another team member. “I guess that’s him in the parking lot selling. With the real nice Mercedes?”
It’s him.
Jade realizes that it’s him as well, because she hops up off the bench next to you. “Bye!! See you guys in class Monday!” and runs towards the direction of the campus parking lot. You can’t blame her pick-me ass. You’re about to do the same.
Lance complains about how he was trying to get Jade’s number before the night ended, while you quickly click on the notifications that have finally loaded. Your phone’s light catches your smile when you see they’re all from Yoongi.
[4]missed FaceTime calls from
[11:02 PM]: daddy’s about to be back in town and I’m being ghosted…
[11:06 PM]: forgot you’re at a party :(
[11:08 PM]: I just saw the picture why are you looking so fine???
[11:09 PM]: god I miss you
[11:09 PM]: you’re so pretty what the hell
[11:10 PM]: fuck.
[11:11 PM]: wanna give you hugs and kisses
[11:11 PM]: and eat you out
[11:12 PM]: tonight… No now…
[11:12 PM]: my cutie :((
[11:15 PM]: well have fun and be safe I’ll text when I make it
[12:34 AM]: made it but you’re still out and people are begging me to sell so I’ll be in the parking lot lol
Your phone time says 1:40. He was waiting for you to text back for two hours, shit. But it’s fine. You’re positive he’s still out there even if he’s done selling. You don’t bother to text back, because you know where you’re going by the time you stand up and start to walk away with the giddiest smile on your face.
“________? You’re gone for the night?” Nick asks.
“Yup. Going to go smoke weed,” you flat out say, having a feeling that they have resentment towards girls who smoke. You live for the look on the guys’ faces, including the track team’s, so you continue. “And get my guts rearranged. In a car… See you Monday!”
“O-Oh, okay!” Nick shouts back with an awkward thumbs up, and you laugh with a wave, hoping that this will cause them to outcast you even though you only “befriended” them for the night.
You’re pissed that you wore strappy heels with your off the shoulder sweater dress, more annoyed that you can’t get to Yoongi as fast as possible than you were when you walked around all night in them. However, you get there in less than 5 minutes. There’s not a line anymore, so you suspect that the people hanging around in groups have already bought from Yoongi and are smoking their buds. What there is left in the line though is a guy and Jade. You don’t know much about her to be clenching your hands up into fists like you do.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. And then you’re walking across the lot to Yoongi’s Mercedes.
It’s parked in its usual spot in the back. His trunk is opened, and it’s facing the trees— an attempt to hide what’s going on. As you approach closer, Jade hears the sound of your heels clicking, looks at you, but then turns back around to not acknowledge you more. Oh. So she is one of those.
The guy in front of her speaks, though you know it’s to Yoongi, you can’t see him. “Shit, man. I’m two dollars short. Let me run to my car real quick, I’ll be—“
“You good, man.”
Your stomach clenches at the simple sound of his voice.
“Here,” and then you see a hand give the college student a baggie holding about two grams.
“Preciate it, Suga.”
The guy turns to leave, walking past Jade but noticing you from a community service event. You smile and wave as he does the same. Jade steps forward next, and, in the most respectful way, do you want to drag her by her ponytail when she greets Yoongi with the grossest voice you’ve ever heard.
“Hi, Suga!” It’s so fakely sweet with a definite sensual undertone. “What do you think I should get tonight? And I love the rings. Are they new?”
Rings? Why the fuck is she assessing him so hard to notice what’s on his fingers? Then to compliment them? Fuck no. You hear Yoongi’s own fake laugh, and you have to look down to cover the smirk that crosses your face. He doesn’t want to entertain her ass.
“They are new, and I don’t know,” he answers. “The two grams count of the new batch has been selling the most.”
“Ooh! A new batch?”
“Yeah, so sorry if the price is a little higher.”
“That’s completely fine for you, Suga… Hmm… I think I’ll take an eighth tonight,” she smirks. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? Wish I had someone to smoke with, you know?”
“It’s 40. And uh, yeah, I guess? Smoking with other people are fun.”
“Right?” Jade agrees and cuts right to the chase. “Oh, are you finally free tonight? I’ve missed you the past few months. I don’t like that you didn’t tell me you were leaving… and left me in the dirt after how long I’ve been asking.”
You roll your eyes, not believing that Yoongi really has to put up with some customers like this. You clench the strap of your handbag.
“I don’t think I need to apologize about not informing you on my personal life,” Yoongi states, trying to be as nice as possible by leaving it at that. “And I don’t have that eighth ready right now, give me a second to package it.”
Jade looks as if she’s about to move closer to him, so you take this as your chance to speak up. “Is a two gram pack ready?” You question loud enough.
Yoongi answers without bothering to see who spoke. “Yep. I can get you real quick.”
You and Jade eye each other as she steps to the side to let you in front of her, and you finally get the first glimpse of Yoongi searching around his organized trunk of goodies. You swear you’re about to pass out when you see he’s wearing a gray-toned fit. And are your eyes playing tricks on you? His hair is not as dark as it was before…
But right now, you’re too focused on how you’re about to tell Jade off, and what better way to do that, than to show her? It’s hilarious that she thinks you’re about to take your little baggie and leave them two to be alone. Not on your watch.
“How much?”
“25.”
“Plus you?”
Yoongi laughs, because you know he thinks it’s a good pickup line idea. “I’m not on the table.”
You fake pout. “So funny you say that after you texted me a few hours ago about eating me out…”
His head shoots up so fast that he almost hits the hood of his trunk. The gummy smile that graces his face has you smiling like an idiot, too, because, holy hell is he so fucking pretty. He looks so much more gorgeous without having to see him behind a screen.
“You crazy ass woman,” he greets you with a bone crushing hug, head falling right to your neck to breathe in his favorite perfume you love to wear. “I was planning on acting pissed at you for not answering my calls, but seeing you makes me think otherwise.”
You pull away with a laugh, “You’re so overdramatic. I told you I was at a party. I was going to…“ you pause mid-sentence, your eyes falling onto his hair. You knew it looked different even though it’s a bit dark to see.
He bites his lip with a smirk in amusement as he watches your three stages of the surprise: amazement, betrayal, and anger. “What?”
You run your manicured fingers through his newly colored orange hair, loving how it looks so good on him with his growing mullet. You breathe out, “You’re out of your fucking mind for this.”
“It’s just orange.”
“No, this color makes me want to get on my knees right here, right now,” you admit, feeling your insides seriously twist again. “You didn’t even send me a picture.”
“Cause I just dyed it yesterday and wanted to surprise you,” he states with that toothy smile of his. “I took fresh pictures for you. I’ll show you them.”
“Hmph.” You do a once over of him altogether, admiring his face—the scar on his eye nothing but a faint mark now—his skin glowing, body looking a bit buffer… His scent familiar and reminding you of his bed.
You feel your eyes jerking with tears when you notice the new bling on his fingers, but your heart melts even more when you see the necklace plated in gold with your name he’s wearing around his neck like it’s a medal. He’s finally back.
“Oh, let me get her her stuff, and then we’ll get in,” Yoongi pulls away to organize Jade’s weed. “I have something special for you, baby.”
You smile and lean on the back of his car as you watch him. “Other than what we’re about to do?”
He smirks and nods. You want him to face fuck you so bad. This hunk of a man. “Mhm. You’ll like it.”
“Love it,” you correct him.
He finishes packaging Jade’s buds safely into a container and hands it to her while she hands him cash. No one else has come to buy, seeing as a good portion of the campus probably already has by now for the night. “It’s a new batch that’s a bit stronger so be safe while smoking it.”
“Awe, I sure will, Suga,” Jade says with a pressed-lip smile. “Oh. And about if you were free or not, text and let me know. You have my number.”
Did she not get the hint? She really stood here and watched you both and even listened to Yoongi call you baby and still decided to try and spit game at him? All while pretending you aren’t there? Maybe you or your name around his neck wasn’t clear enough for her to understand.
You take a long, petty glance at Jade before pulling Yoongi into a kiss. Yoongi had obviously missed you just as much with how his tongue slips inside your mouth easily, hands falling to your waist to pull you closer. The moan he gives you has you moaning back, but you pull away before it gets too X-Rated. That’s for the car. “He’s busy,” you tell Jade as you wipe your smeared gloss from his lips.
She blinks dumbly. “I… can see that. Uhm…” You raise your eyebrows at her, ready for her to say something smart, but she realizes she’s not wanted here. “See you two later…” And spins around to walk away. Good. She’ll be just fine smoking that damn weed on her own. The fuck did she think this was?
“Bye, Jade!” You squeal and wave for good measure. “See you in class Monday, babes!”
When she’s far away enough, you sense Yoongi moving. “What’d she do?” He asks with a laugh while he grabs some things out of his trunk. You giggle at how he caught on to the fact that you don’t like her.
“In short, she’s a pick-me,” you answer.
“Understandable. I can’t stand her either. She constantly blows up my phone.”
“That’s her?” You question, remembering when you’d asked one night why his phone was going off so much, and he said it was no one important. You trusted him about it. He was right.
“Yeah. She gets ignored unless she’s trying to buy,” he says, handing you a black, plastic bag to hold while he gets the others and closes the trunk.
“What’s this?” You ask as he guides you to the passenger side to open the door for you.
“You’ll see.” You nod and bend down to put the bag on the seat. Taking off your purse to put it on the dashboard, you feel a hand at your backside.
“You’re gaining weight on me?” Yoongi asks. You don’t think he means it in a bad way, but you react nervously as you stand back up to look at him.
“During final exams, I was really stressed… s-so.”
“Oh, no, there’s nothing wrong with it, uhh…” he blushes with a lip bite, but doesn’t forget to squeeze the hell out of your butt cheek underneath your dress. “You look fucking amazing. I just know that it… wasn’t moving like this before—“
“Yoongi!” You squeal and hit him in the arm, nothing but bulging muscle hitting you back. You guess both of you gained healthy weight in the absence of each other.
He moves his hands with a chuckle and lets you get inside. Closing the door, he jogs to the driver’s side to get in. You can’t help the familiar feeling of being with him again making you practically combust in your seat. Staying at his house wasn’t shit compared to this.
“Are you cold? Hot?” Yoongi asks, and you tell him you’re a little hot. He bumps up the AC. Locking the doors and turning off the engine with a sigh, he turns to look at you. The blue accent lights in his car give enough light to admire each other after two months of not being face-to-face.
You both stare for a while, basking in each other’s presence. The romantic and sexual tension is high.
You speak first. “How was South Korea with RM?”
“Aish, it was so fun, ________,” Yoongi grins as he reminisces. “Me and RM did some touring, and it was kinda cool to see the things that had changed and things that had stayed the same since we were last there years ago. I’ll show you the pictures. Oh. I saw some of my family, too. We mainly worked on the weed batches though.”
You stop him. “You saw some of your family? H-… How was it?”
“Of course it was kinda shit. I had only went to visit my brother, but he invited our parents last minute, too, cause supposedly they’d been begging to see me after all these years. They don’t like what I do, but the love was still there,” he states. “Well, barely. I’m not planning on seeing my parents again anytime soon. They pissed me off when I mentioned you, so.”
You don’t need for him to go into any more details. You can already suspect how it went. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”
He shakes his head and reaches over to sweep a few of your knotless braids out of your face. “It’s not your fault you’re so unbelievably gorgeous, cutie,” he says softly. “My pretty girl.”
You find yourself shyly smiling at his words to which he chuckles at how flustered he got you. The rings on his knuckles gently knock against your cheek, and you grab his hand before he can take them away.
“You really want to hurt me,” you mumble as he flexes his hand for you, the big letter rings that spell out SUGA on them sparkling. “These are so hot, Yoongi.”
“Hm, you think so?” he asks. “Your necklace still wasn’t done, but he said it should be finished before Christmas. I think it’s cute that it’ll be like a present.”
Your gaze is on nothing but the damn rings on those fingers of his. “This… feels like my present.” Yoongi chuckles, practically having to snatch his hand away from you.
“I’ll let you play on them later. I want to show you what I brought back.”
Digging among the things he took out of the trunk, you see packs of items you’d never seen before. They looked like different types of candies with a variety of flavors and textures, including chocolates. You examine one of the bags to confirm your suspicions.
“Edibles? I think you’re in love with me, Chucky.”
The ginger haired man gives you the smuggest look, eyes crinkling up cutely at your assumption and nickname. “RM liked the idea of starting edibles as well when I told him you suggested it. So we hopped on it as soon as possible. Can’t wait for you to try it.”
As Yoongi opens a package for you, you question, “I thought you were only going over to South Korea to make new batches? You’re so sick for this.”
“We did, anddd,” he pulls out a closed container that has a big label with your name on it. “This is yours. It was the first official batch we made, and only RM and I tried it.”
The container full of weed is handed to you. “Can you smoke some with me?”
“That’s not even a question, ________. I’d rather you smoke it with me first anyways.”
You grin and place it on the arm rest. Yoongi starts explaining the THC edibles to you, their flavors, and that they might not taste all that good since him and RM just wanted to try it out. The first candy that is handed to you looks like a sour gummy worm. You eat it.
“Mmm,” you eat another one.
“Can you taste it?”
“A bit. It’s there but it’s not too strong. It does give the candy a different flavor, but overall it tastes good.”
Yoongi takes your good criticism to heart and has you try some of the other gummies. “I should sell?” You nod, enjoying some of the chocolates now to which he chuckles at. “Ah, don’t eat too much, we don’t know the intensity of the high yet. You ate already, right?”
“I don’t think they’ll hit me that hard,” you claim, sucking on one that has a cherry middle. Many people claim edibles aren’t shit, and you can prove that you’ve tried edibles that didn’t do shit to you. You know Yoongi’s products are legit, but you think you’ll be fine. “And yeah, I ate before the party. You ate?”
He nods. “Right after I got off the plane. Even though you ate, I’m gonna need you to put these down before you wake up with the worst headache. I told RM you were gonna be obsessed with them.”
You take his advice and put the edible candies to the side. “You’re right. How is he doing, by the way?”
Yoongi leans back in his seat to look at you as he talks. “Honestly, kinda shitty. You know his wife, SooHee? Uh, yeah, their cover got blown as being a fake arranged marriage thing back in SK, so a lot of shit is going down at the trap. You know he’s the leader now, so it’s much harder on him since he has to make most of the decisions. Along with that, he’s kinda crushing on this girl, I’m talking took her to his little spot on the hills and everything type of crush, but he’s such a dickhead and thinks a relationship would be too hard. Plus, he has this nonchalant ‘I don’t care’ vibe around girls he likes so I’m sure that’s making it worse.”
“Wow,” you blink. “Pretty sure that sucks for her. You think she’ll break him soon?”
“She already has. Apparently she’d sent him a long paragraph about him being an asshole, and he texted back some stupid shit, but they still ended up on the hills again. He doesn’t like being disrespected, so I’m surprised she’s not dead. He obviously cares.”
“He so cares,” you smile, loving the drama from RM’s side of life.
“She goes to your university actually,” Yoongi smirks. “Probably know her.”
“I probably don’t want to know her if she’s fucking RM.”
“She’s the complete opposite of what you think his type would be.”
You just shake your head and laugh, not being able to picture what sane girl in their right state of mind would date RM, let alone want to be with him. He was really a gentleman, but he gave off such vibes that screamed a bit of toxicity when it came to being emotionally available with partners. He seemed like the type to be covered in mixed signals, relationship wise.
Yoongi asks how your exams were, and you tell him that you think you did good, but if you didn’t, then oh, well. College is so draining, and you’re not one to fret over tests like that. At this point in your university life, you’re just riding the wave of completing as much work as you can, not really learning the material. You assume you’ll be fine as long as you stay on track.
“It sounds like you deserve a smoke,” Yoongi suggests, and you grin widely as you see him open the sleek bag containing what you want so badly. Out comes the rolling paper, and the container with the first new batch of weed is popped open. The smell is loud, and you’ve smoked enough to know that it smells heavier this time.
As Yoongi splays out the wrapper and grabs a bud, he tells you again, “Before we smoke this, I wanna make sure you realize that this is going to be much stronger, even stronger than what I sold today.”
“Are you trying to scare me?” You question with a cocked eyebrow. “I think I can take it.” It couldn’t be as strong as he’s making it out to be, right?
Yoongi just hums with a little smirk playing on his pink lips. “I know you can take it. Just wanted to remind you.”
He takes the green bud between his fingers and squeezes, crushing it into flakes, spreading it evenly on the brown paper. Yoongi offers you to roll, but you ask him to continue instead, only because you want to see his dangerous tongue lick along the edges to seal it. He locks eyes with you as he coaxes the blunt closed, his pupils dilated and teasingly glaring your way. Your mouth is watering.
You feel like you’re already high off the scent of his weed, faded off the way the perfectly rolled blunt looks between his sexy, ringed fingers. He knows how much he’s affecting you with that cocky look on his face. “Wanna take the first hit?”
You blink out of your daze. “Y-Yeah. I can.”
Yoongi chuckles lowly at your stammering, and you have to fight the urge to cross your legs. You cannot fold this early.
Yoongi holds the blunt towards you, and you open your mouth to let him put it between your teeth. He pats his jeans for a lighter—a fiery red one tonight—and sparks it a few times. It comes to life, he cups the flame over the end of your joint until it blazes orange, and the blunt is lit.
You inhale that first smoke, and your body warms up instantly, your muscles relax. It doesn’t feel much different at the moment. The taste is much bitter than before, but still so sweet and too delectable for a drug. You take the blunt out of your mouth and exhale, passing it on to Yoongi across the arm rest.
“Good?” He asks before he inhales his first pull.
You lick your lips. “Mhm.”
He smiles after he blows out his smoke, handing the blunt back to you. A couple of more puffs are exchanged, and then he’s reaching for the radio. “It’s only right that I turn this on…”
You’re wondering for a second what is it that he could possibly want to play on the radio while you both hotbox, but as soon as you hear the beginning of that song’s addictive intro, your clouded mind is hooked.
“You’re so cheesy,” you tell Yoongi as none other than Biggie Smalls himself starts mumbling his adlibs throughout the car.
“I had to play it,” Yoongi grins and turns up the volume. “I downloaded a looped and reverbed version while in SK, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the song. And you.”
You hum softly as you breathe in another puff of weed, admiring the wholesome man in front of you. Your heart is flipping as you watch and listen to him.
“Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it.”
Yoongi only stops his rapping to smoke the joint, exhaling and passing it as he smooths back into the main chorus of Big Poppa. He continues, facing you as he gets all into the song.
“Plans to leave, throw the keys to little Cease. Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt.”
You grin and dance a bit in your seat to hype his sexy voice, winding your hips a bit, trying to comprehend why he sounds like he could actually be a rapper. He knows all the lyrics by heart, too, like it’s his favorite song. It’s charming to think that he’s tied this iconic piece of art to you and himself.
Maintaining eye contact with you and leaning in, Yoongi raps lowly, “Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gone do what we came to do, ain’t that right, boo?”
You pull the blunt out of your mouth just in time to do the adlib. “True!”
Yoongi smirks so hard at you joining in on the fun, his eyes falling to your lips while you take an extra drag. He leans even closer, mere inches away.
“Forget the telly, we just go to the crib—“ your own eyes drop down to his pink lips now, the lyrics barely audible in your thrumming ears. “—And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke L’s while you do me…”
Yoongi takes the initiative to capture your mouth as the chorus to Big Poppa hits. His hand comes up to cradle the side of your neck, and yours drops to his chest, making sure to hold the weed out of the way with the other as not to burn anything.
His lips are moist and pillowy, so succulent that you have to bite and teethe at them. His breath smells of the honeyed marijuana when he sighs aloud, moving to lick his tongue up your jaw. Your eyes roll back, and you bite your own lips in anticipation as he nibbles at the spot underneath your ear, whispering his own version of the next line of lyrics:
“Cause I see a lady tonight that should be having my baby…” he rasps. “Baby…”
You gasp out with a grip to his shoulders, trying to stop the dripping you can feel between your legs. “D-Don’t say things like that…”
Yoongi just laughs again, still abusing the skin of your throat with his damp kisses and bites. “Like what, cutie?”
Your head feels like it’s full of fog, but you’re able to get your words out. “Things that infer that you want to fuck me full of your cum…”
“Watch your mouth,” he grumbles on your flesh. Another high laugh, and Yoongi moves his hand to your hip, his voice dropping an octave deeper as he whispers, “But I do.”
You suck in a breath. Super safe Yoongi who always has a condom on hand and wants to ensure you both have the most protected sex is suggesting otherwise. Maybe it’s because he missed you so much. You can barely focus with his cat-like eyes glaring at you up and down, checking you out as if he just met you.
He licks his lips and slurs in that deep voice of his, “Don’t act like it didn’t get you wet.”
Oh, god…
You roll your eyes despite your thighs clinging together. “Mmm, I don’t think it did.” It most definitely got you more soaked than you were at first.
“No?” Yoongi asks, and you shake your head. He doesn’t believe you.
“No!” You laugh uncontrollably when he reaches for the hem of your dress, but you push his hands away and stick the blunt back in between your teeth to fuck with him.
He leans in closely to call your bluff, even parting his lips, and you blow your smoke back into his mouth. The cloudy wisps of air are cut off as he kisses you again, snatching the mostly smoked weed out of your hand and stubbing it out in the ashtray underneath the radio. You sigh heavily and pull him nearer by the neck. He grips your thighs open, and you let him in this time.
“Fucking hell…” he groans at the sheer stickiness his fingers are met with when he touches the crotch of your panties. “Liar.”
“S-So?” You breathe into his neck. He starts rubbing tight, slow circles on your clit with his thumb, and your legs spread out more on their own. “You knew I was.”
“I did,” Yoongi hums and presses harder on your bundle of nerves, teeth nipping your ear. “My weed gets you so wet, right? Or is it just me?”
“B-Both.” You teethe your lip with a whine. “But mainly y-you, Yoongi, s-shit.”
The ginger haired man slides his fingers down your slit, the rings on them bumping your thigh as he toys with your panties. He grunts when he struggles with the thin straps of your thong, choosing to slip his fingers underneath the lace instead to properly touch you. A laugh and a moan bubbles in your throat at his thick digits struggling stupidly against the fabric but still massaging you just right.
“You’re so fucking high,” you whimper into the kiss. He talked all that shit about the weed batch being too strong for you but fell victim to it harder.
“Shut up—fuck,” Yoongi growls, watching himself push a finger inside. Your mouth drops open, and you clench his graffitied gray sweatshirt at the feeling, bucking your hips, trying anything to get it deeper to ease the coil of pressure. The coolness of the U and G rings are deliciously searing on your wetness as he starts stroking, but Yoongi realizes the bulky jewelry is in the way.
“Don’t wanna scrape you,” he mumbles and pops them off his veiny hand one-by-one, dropping them in the cup holder and putting those fingers right back where they belong. Your body curls in when he sinks them to the hilt, an embarrassingly noisy sucking sound following his deep thrusts.
He praises about how wet and warm you are as you grind your pussy on his hand, but he’s not really fucking you how you want him to, for he knows those devil digits of his can have you at their mercy instantly.
He’s trying to stretch you out more than let you cum, but you know you’re wet and spread enough to take him at any second now. So you guide his hand away from you and tell him to pull his dick out. You undo your heels, get on your knees on the seat, and bend over the arm rest while he undoes his zipper. His eyes are red and low as he observes you grabbing his hard shaft, you licking your lips at the first look of the angry, leaking tip.
You haven’t had good dick in your mouth for two fucking months, so you don’t waste another moment. Yoongi’s eyes roll back as you kiss the head of his cock, and an open mouthed groan gasps out of him. His velvet softness is licked and suckled on, your hands gripping the rest of his stiffness to stimulate him as much as you can.
You pull back to stroke him steadily while holding eye contact, and high Yoongi looks so cute with blushing, red cheeks when you open your mouth and dribble spit right on his pink tip. He goes insane when you dip back down to glide it all over him as natural lube and let the droplets slide to his balls. You choke into a moan when his palm smacks your butt cheek as you deep-throat him.
“Shittt—“ he hisses, his hips thrusting up into your mouth. “Left you starving, hm?”
Yes. Like did he really have the nerve to think you weren’t going to force him to bust in your mouth in only a few minutes? High Yoongi can’t control his orgasms, and high you loves seeing him break.
You keep swallowing him down even though there’s the sound of a lighter flicking on and the powerful smell of weed again. You hear Yoongi inhale a pull, another hiss following when you use the tip of your tongue to massage his balls. The double stimulations of your fast, deep bobbings and the weed have him stuck.
You lift up again to catch your breath, whimpering at the sight of your weedman smoking the relit joint while you give him head. There’s a mixture of spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin now, but Yoongi doesn’t care and pulls you in for a sloppier kiss and licks his lips after. He brushes yours apart with his thumb to get you to open your mouth and breathe in your own cloud of the drug.
Yoongi’s lip-bitten smirk and piercing eyes watching you while you blow the smoke over his sticky tip and kiss down the length of him is about to make you cum. His dick jerks on your tongue in warning that he is, too, but he pushes you off of him and starts pulling you over the arm rest.
“I need to be inside you right now,” he grunts angrily, stubbing the blunt out again.
“Yoongi—“ You laugh as he maneuvers you to his side. “Yoongi, a condom—mmfph—“
“Fuck the condom…” he yanks up the back of your dress once you’re straddling his hips. “Just sit on it, shit.”
If you weren’t close to as high as he was would you be more inclined to argue him down about using protection. But instead, you let him move your ruined panties to the side. You reach back to line him up, the naked shaft reminding you that there will be no barrier. You two will deal with that later, or your birth control will finally have its chance to be useful.
You and the weedman maintain eye contact as you start lowering yourself onto him. You can’t think straight when the head of his cock touches your folds, the bare and wet contact making you both pant. Yoongi uses his other hand to wrap around your waist and help guide himself inside.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he groans when he feels the resistance of how tight you are, but you angle down to get the tip to slip in.
It’s easier to slowly push the rest of him inside then, and you only have to stop for a few seconds to relax your core muscles. You finally sit down on his lap, and Yoongi makes the same anguished but pleasurable moan as you. He’s touching your cervix once you take him all in, and you whine even more when he entangles one of your hands together in his and holds it behind your back. Yoongi grabs your ass cheek with his other hand to get you to slide up, and the drag rubs against every part of your pussy.
“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper, trying to move your hand, but he holds it tightly and secure enough to not let you use it. You just grip his hand back for support and use your other to hold onto his shoulder, because high Yoongi is—
“About to ruin this pussy, baby,” he mumbles, the words rolling off of his tongue sexily, his hips meeting yours.
“Hmmm,” you moan and use your leg strength to start bouncing on his dick and matching his rhythm. Yoongi bites his lip as he watches you do your thing on top of him, low eyes appreciating your body and how it moves.
He looks up at you like he’s in love, and your tongues meet in a wet kiss that makes you press your torso flush to his. “F-Fuck, Yoongi,” you huff as you move to suck his neck, Yoongi’s own breath hitching in his throat.
He keeps his hand gripping and slapping your backside as he rocks you on his cock. His movements start getting slower but deeper, and you flip your braids over your shoulder to turn your head and watch.
Yoongi’s digging your pussy out. All you can see are your cheeks clapping, your weedman’s strong hand squeezing your flesh and spreading you for him, still holding your hand above your ass in the other. All you can hear is the wet sound of your privates connecting, Big Poppa looping on the radio in the background of you and Yoongi’s lovemaking noises.
“Gonna make me fill you up so good,” he says against the shell of your ear. All you respond with is a high-pitched moan and clenching muscles.
“Ohh,” Yoongi’s chuckle is sinister. “She wants me to, huh?”
She—as in your pussy—does want Yoongi to cum inside. You don’t get this wet or desperate for anyone else.
“Yes,” you tell him with your quickening speed on his lap, nails scratching the hand that’s keeping yours captive. “D-don’t pull out.”
Yoongi chuckles at your wish. “If you… shit… think I’m gonna pull out after you’re fucking me like this… I would call you crazy, ________.”
You laugh and slow your hips a bit to speak, “I want you to—I need…”
“Need my cum in you?” He asks softly, letting your hand go and grabbing your waist. You finally get to wrap both arms around his neck.
“I do,” you answer.
“Right,” he mumbles with a lingering smirk. “Show me how much you want my cum, cutie…”
You grin in acceptance of his challenge. You move back to pull the hem of your dress over your head, assuming that this will be easy when Yoongi grabs at your bare chest like it’s muscle memory. Your hands fall to his shoulders, you close your eyes, and you start fucking yourself on his dick like you deserve it. Because you do when it’s yours.
Yoongi’s flushed face ends up in your breasts, because he can’t stop himself from licking over your nipples. His sexy noises against your sternum has you holding him there, and it just feels so good added onto how you’re riding him. He goes to gripping your hips like before, tilting his head up to slide his tongue in your mouth, and fucking you from below even harder.
“A-Almost,” you wheeze, holding his face tight in your palms.
“I’m close, too,” he’s breathless against your lips. “L-Last chance to change your mind.”
He’s talking about not pulling out. Amidst your drugged mental states, Yoongi withholds his virtues.
“No,” you say. “Cum inside me, Yoongi.”
The moan he growls out makes your pussy clench dangerously around his length to the point that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. His tight grip etches into the skin of your hips so that he can thrust faster, and two of his fingers fly down to flick your clit.
You’re dazed and dopey as you orgasm, Yoongi having fucked you more senseless than the weed did. You ride him through his climax, too, swirling your hips around, shallowly stroking his cumming tip with your pussy. He tenses and shakes violently beneath you as he marks you with his seed next, thrusting slowly to help you through yours.
“Fuck,” he slurs against your neck, breathing heavily as he pampers you with kisses. “I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you, too, Yoongi,” you breathe out.
He’s high. You’re high. It’ll be forgotten in the morning.
He doesn’t make a move to pull out of you, not bothering to put himself away. Just wants to have his arms around you and you as close as possible on his lap as he comes down from both of his highs.
“You know what we should do?” His voice is low but audible enough over the music.
You sit back on his lap, twirling your fingers in his damp, orange hair, ready to hear him out. “What?”
“Date.” Yoongi cutely grins like he figured out something so amazing. “I take you out—anywhere you want to go—and we do… fun shit. I buy you flowers and candy or whatever you want… all that extra shit… What do you think?”
You giggle.
“You’re so hilarious when you’re out of it, Yoongi.”
He’s conflicted by your reaction. “That was not… what I was expecting.”
You laugh harder this time, rubbing under Yoongi’s puffy eyes and cooing at him. “Yoongi… we’re already dating…? We’re in a relationship.”
His eyes widen comically. “What? Since when?”
Leave it up to a weedman like Yoongi being horny and delusional when high.
“For months… I literally have the key to your house, Yoongi. You took me on a date and made me your girlfriend? You ask me out like this every time we hotbox.”
Your boyfriend’s expression lets you know he’s thinking really hard about this “new information” and interprets it in the funniest way.
“Do you know how fucking fine you have to be for me to make you mine over and over again when I’m high?” he questions.
“Pretty damn fine, I guess,” you grin back, lying your head on his shoulder. Yoongi holds you tighter.
You lay on Yoongi like that for a good half hour, swooning over the pictures from his phone that he took in South Korea and almost barking at the ones of the process of him bleaching his hair. You eventually pull your dress back on and slide into the passenger seat after talking some more about life in general. It’s almost four in the morning now when Yoongi revs the car back up and heads home. You two’s favorite song is still lively on the radio.
Yoongi steady rehearses the chorus even when you’re getting ready for bed after your shower, coming up behind you to sing it in your ear.
“I love it when you call me big poppa,” he moves your braid bonnet to kiss your nape, gripping your hips afterwards and swaying you to his acapella rapping. “Throw ya hands in the air, if you’s a true playa.”
You brush him off with a giggle and climb into his bed with him right behind. He doesn’t let you escape the lyrics and drags you into his stern body for a cuddle, continuing the second verse and planting forehead kisses on you in between.
Just goofy.
But your heart warms as he finishes your song with the biggest gummy smile, eyes free from the haze of weed and clouded with love for you.
❥pairing: virgin!jungkook X experienced!reader // black!reader
❥genre: bestfriends to lovers AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: Jungkook’s tired of you teasing him…
❥!!warnings!!: some sexual activity while under the influence of alcohol/tipsy
❥other warnings: dry humping, first time sex, fingering, hickeys, subby and impatient koo ouch, koo finds out he has a breeding kink?, unprotected sex (please use protection!), car sex [it’s kinda my thing now lol], LOTS of stuttering, nudity, some oral (fem receiving)
❥notice: none
❥word count: 4.4k
-inspo: from song Need To Know- Doja Cat✨ I love this song especially the slowed + reverbed version Doja ate this up this has literally been in the works since the song first came out
-author’s note: I don’t have any writing about virgin JK and kinda wanted to do something a bit like Angel but reversed so. A lot of you liked Angel and I even got a message from a sweet reader on my Instagram about it, hope they see this one!!
-Hope you enjoy!✨
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With a hesitant fidget in his hand, Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh when he finally squeezes the softness of your left breast through the fabric of your top. He’s positive you can feel how embarrassingly erect he is against your thigh, getting harder when he realizes you weren’t wearing a bra the entire night of your friend date at the brush of your nipple on his thumb. You let out your own sigh into his mouth at how soft he’s handling you, palms burning on his chest to ground yourself.
No, your best friend isn’t planning on losing his V-card in the backseat of his car, so you think. One peck just turned into more pecks and then into a full-blown make out session. It’s always like this when you both let loose a bit too much, when Jungkook fusses about not being able to find the “right one” in the club or party to lose his virginity to… It’s not like leaving with his virginity was a fail, not when he gets the luxury of experimenting with you more instead.
It was like he was a hormonal teenager again: experiencing intense desire and sexual attraction for you all while trying to keep things friendly and civil.
“Y-You’re…” Jungkook suddenly breathes out as if he’s in pain, and you pull back with a concerned look, anxious about doing something wrong or having made the soft, virgin boy uncomfortable.
In the dimness of the car, Jungkook can make out your plump and bitten lips, and you have no idea how hot you look right now. It feels so much more than platonic when you caress the back of his neck with manicured nails, softly asking, “What is it? Did I hurt you…?”
His fluffy hair grazes against your wrist as he shakes his head. “No… you’re—“ he grips your hip in his other hand, “—pushing up on it…”
Jungkook reaches down between you two to adjust himself in his pants as you ponder on what he’s talking about, but the it won’t stay down and ends up right back at your inner thigh. You hadn’t noticed it before. While sitting on his lap, you’ve only been focused on being good for him with the practice kissing. But now your mouth curls into a sick, sinister smirk.
Jungkook ends up stammering over his words, because he can’t believe how humiliating this is. Of course he’s gotten hard many of times thinking about you or being with you, but it’s very shaming having you know about it. His best friend. That he kinda sorta most definitely has feelings for.
“J-Just ignore it.” His face is red.
“You’re hard?” You make note of without a care in the world, shameless as you glance down at the bulge begging for your attention.
Jungkook is frozen underneath you at your curiosity towards his problem, as if you haven’t seen a few. But you just wrap your arms back around his neck and bring yourself closer.
“I don’t know,” you mumble against the mole on his neck, a smile against his skin. “It’s kinda cute that you’re hard for me.” His heart leaps in his chest.
“O-Oh.”
You sit up a little at his passive reaction, thinking you’ve gone too far or something. When he only looks at you, you mutter a “Sorry…” and opt to just get off of his lap as a whole for making it awkward, but he holds you there.
“N-No, no,” he desperately pulls you closer by the waist, not wanting you to go any-fucking-where. “I like when you say things like that to me…”
“Hm, do you?” You slur, and before he can swallow and nod, you tilt his head back, slipping into your role dynamic that’s going to for sure keep him up tonight.
“Y-Yes,” he responds, doe eyes hazing over yours. He wants to have you so bad. So damn bad.
You don’t say anything else as you bring your lips back to his, and Jungkook doesn’t hold back. He makes the kiss sloppy, breathless, throwing moans into your mouth as you start to grind down on the erection in his pants. The guttural sound he lets out is almost barbaric. Your hips keep rolling, the pressure of your cunt nudging against the mushroom head in his jeans is more stimulating than when you humped his thigh. He’s shaking.
“Koo~” you let yourself moan just as much as him and rock against the erection at a different angle. His head leans into your collarbone, big hands guiding you back and forth, up and down on his lap. You can’t hold in your sounds, and it’s making Jungkook confident in how you’re enjoying him. Your wetness seeping through his jeans only brings him closer to the edge.
“You’re d-driving me crazy, ________,” he stutters in between moans and the shallow nips to your neck. He’s zeroing in on how close you are, how he can pull himself out easily, beg you to ride him. He’ll let you take his innocence if only you’d just ask. It doesn’t matter to him anymore. What you feel like wrapped around his cock is all he’s been craving.
“I want it,” he whines desperately into the kiss on your mouth. It’s needy, and he’s pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth, panting as he grips the smooth flesh of your thighs underneath your skirt. “P-Please, please.”
The swell of him on your clit and his whimpers have you gasping, and it’s no where near enough… But you can’t. And you won’t. Not to your best friend. Not to Koo.
“We should stop…” you mumble to him as you pause your movement. You’re also sticky and wet and yearning for what’s in his pants, but you ignore it. “You should’ve went with that blondie that was all over you… She was cute.”
Jungkook wants to cry like a big baby as you start to remove your warm body off of his legs. He has a painful hard-on as solid as a rock, but the fact that you won’t give him what he so badly wants hurts worse. You always run away before things can go too far, and Jungkook wants to give you something so amazing no matter how clueless he is on the woman body and sex.
So he grips your hips, hard. His stubby nail beds dig into your skin. “Please, ________,” he begs softly. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
He’s serious.
You sit yourself back down on his lap. You have a curious look on your cute face, doll eyes waiting for his lips to move in clarification.
“You keep teasing me…” He doesn’t know if his heart is pounding in fear of rejection or at the words he says next that have never left his mouth before: “I wanna fuck you so bad, ________…”
You suck in an intense breath and adjust yourself awkwardly on his lap. Was that too direct?
“Koo,” you start with a nervous sigh. “You know we can’t.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightens along with the hold on your hips. He’s tired of having this conversation. “Because I’m a virgin?”
You glance back and forth between his eyes to figure out if he’s still being genuine. “Yes… that’s the sole reason, Koo.”
He huffs. “I don’t care how I lose it.” Did you not think about the fact that he’s been actively looking to get rid of it? Well, sort of… He’s never been interested in actually having sex with the random women who hit on him.
“Jungkook,” you sigh again, and the use of his government name is unsettling. “Maybe you only want to have sex with me because you know I’m not as innocent or something? You’re just thinking with your dick, and I’m just trying to help you not.”
Was Jungkook only thinking with his cock? No… The thought of having sex with you has occupied his mind too many times, but he doesn’t see you as someone easy to pounce on because of your popular hoe status. He now assumes you expect him to be a bad lay since he’s inexperienced. You throw the fact that he is a virgin in his face a lot, so it makes sense. Why would you want to be his first when he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing?
“I know what I want,” Jungkook mumbles, face flushing as he face-plants into your chest in embarrassment. “I want you.”
Your best friend’s hands tightly gripping your bare skin teases you with the thought of how skilled they are in drawing, playing the guitar, gaming… There’s not a doubt in your mind that those dexterous fingers could do wonders. And the cock you’re sitting on is bigger than most you’ve had. You already knew that from the many times it’d press up against you during cuddles, but that was easy to ignore since it was a natural reaction. Now he’s begging to put it in you, and it’s much more real.
You’ve noticed that your virgin, male bestie has always looked fuckable amongst his shy and timid persona, and right now you can feel all those hard grooves of his stomach muscles and the broadness of his shoulders, the way he’s clinging on to your body…
There’s this sudden urge in your chest to wreck him in the sweetest way.
“Well…” You tilt his chin up from your bust with your nail and bring your lips close to his. You don’t want to expose your eagerness, but you are so down for him. “I’ve never had virgin cock before, so you should make it worth my time.”
Jungkook visibly gulps, and you hope for a second that you scared him away. But he’s competitive and not one to back down from anything. “O-Okay.”
That wasn’t so hard, but for a second he forgot that he was asking for sex. Something he wasn’t too educated on. But he’ll do his best to please you. His approach: do what feels right.
You take the initiative, however, but Jungkook likes that, because you move one of his hands back to your chest and kiss him, continuing from earlier like nothing was said. The other hand is brought further up your inner thigh, and Jungkook breathes out a desperate whimper at all the dampness there. Were you usually aroused during these backseat endeavors? That’s what it meant, right? That you were sexually excited for him?
“Please, Koo,” you exhale, and then does he realize that you’re grinding on him again, towards his fingers this time.
Oh. You want them.
Jungkook strokes you anxiously as he slides the hand underneath your skirt higher. Just a slight movement, and he’s brushing against drenched material. He finds it fascinating that women can get this wet. Or is it only you.
As Jungkook rubs over your cunt, he’s relishing in the little noises you’re making. He’s positive he should be looking for two spots, but you seem to be enjoying this as is. Your pleasure-filled face has him throbbing so much.
“U-Uhm…?” He murmurs with a blush at how his fingers start searching around. Shouldn’t they be deeper?
You shake your head and move his fingers higher to what feels like a small, hardened nub. At least he has an idea of what this is. “Here first, Koo.”
You press his thumb there and demonstrate a circular motion, moving your hand away when he gets the amount of pressure to apply right. You buck up into his palm with his slow circling, glossy lips connecting with his neck as you cuss. Somehow, this is getting to you more than the rough and quick sex you often have.
Then your best friend has the nerve to ask:
“D-Does it feel good?” in his soft and caring voice like you’re not ruining his fingers and the material of his jeans.
You nod with a bite of your lip, a clench of the hair at the back of his neck. “Y-Yes, it does. You’re doing so good, Koo…”
The reminder of how hard he is against your thigh makes you rush him so that he can get his pleasure. You can skip the actual fingering.
“I’m gonna take this off,” you say before you grab the hem of your top and pull it over your head. It plops on the floor of the backseat, and you look back at Jungkook who’s staring. Poor boy has never seen a nude body so up close.
He reaches to grab your left breast but glances up as if to ask for permission first. You nod and lean in closer, wiggling a bit to enchant him. He grabs them with both hands, whining in the back of his throat as he fondles the brown peaks in admiration. He looks intrigued.
“I-I…” he starts, swallowing sheepishly. “I think I’m gonna cum before we…”
“Yeah?” You question with a kiss to his cheek. “Before you get to fuck me?”
His palms squeeze your chest harder at being denied that. “N-No. I won’t, I won’t.”
Jungkook is so about to cream his jeans when you smirk at him, but he forces himself not to as you slide off of his lap and onto the backseat. “I don’t care if you cum early,” you say as you slip off your skirt and lie back on the seat in just your underwear. “It’s normal.”
Jungkook nods, not surprised but happy that you won’t judge him if he does. “O-Okay.”
You blink at him with your mink lashes and grin. “Do you want to take them off?”
Your hands fall to your simple, cotton panties. They have a lace trim to them and a wet spot that Jungkook wants to lick. “Y-Yes.”
You remove your hands so that Jungkook’s can replace them. He tries not to think too hard about your sultry gaze or your acrylic nail between your teeth as he grabs them and peels them off. You lift and move your legs around to help him, saying that he can keep them.
The thought of what he’d do to your underwear is pushed to the side as you tuck your legs and spread them. Jungkook stops and his mouth falls open. You giggle at his dumbfounded expression, expecting to see drool. You wonder why you had never messed with the virgin boy earlier if you were going to get this reaction.
“It’s just a pussy, Koo.”
It’s not. It’s the first pussy he’s going to get and the only pussy he’s fantasized of having throughout all of his late teenage and college years. It’s much more important than you’re making it out to be.
You’re just as beautiful as he imagined, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. This needs to be ingrained into his mind forever.
“________,” he mumbles your name, a sigh breathed into the darkness. You can see the longing hunger on his face with the help of the light pole across the street of his complex beaming through the car window.
“Koo,” you say lowly back, reaching for his pants. Before you undo the button and zipper, you ask, “Are you sure?” He nods feverishly, and you make quick work to get him out.
You’re met with a gorgeous, stiff cock adorned with a dusky, mauve tip. He clearly manscapes as carefully as possible, something new you haven’t seen from your past fucks. Cute face, hot body, and a nice, big dick? The whole package. This is going to feel like your first time, too.
You tell Jungkook that his cock is pretty as you stroke soft moans out of him. You move your hand away so that he can pull off his shirt and jeans, and you gawk at the muscled arms, thighs, and abdomen. Not the “typical” body type of a virgin, but you’re not complaining.
“D-Do I just… put it in?” He questions, gripping the base of his shaft shyly.
“Yes,” you look up from the mass of him, “But slowly, please.”
He nods with a nervous gulp and bends down over your body on the backseat. You extend your legs wider than his so that your knees are pressed to your torso. Jungkook’s still sitting confused though while he glances over your nudity. Preventing himself from ever watching more than one porn video has really doomed him. But you have no problem being his guide and showing him what to do.
“Put it right—“ you swipe your tongue over your fingers, bring them down to your wet pussy, and spread your glistening entrance for him. “—here.”
Pre-cum oozes on your thigh.
Oh, fuck. Jungkook can already feel himself about to cum from your offering. Sticking his dick in there sounds like willingly giving his soul away.
“Koo?”
You’re waiting there with yourself all ready for him, so he snaps out of his daze quickly because he’d be damned to miss this opportunity.
“Can I go in naked…?” He’s being greedy but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have a condom on hand anyways.
You giggle. “You mean raw? For your first time?” His eyes cannot hide the desire he has for you as he nods again. You can’t bring yourself to tell him no, though, because you want to feel every ridge of his cock inside you. “Okay,” you agree. “It’s my first time like this, too, so…”
Oh.
Ohh.
You really shouldn’t have told him that. He’s been accepted that he wasn’t your first when he wanted to be, but knowing he can still share something like this with you and be your first in this way is so thrilling.
Jungkook has to ignore his heart racing in his chest and ears so that he isn’t too shaky as he brings his dick closer to your cunt. He thinks he won’t fit in the tiny hole you’re displaying to him. Won’t it hurt? Jungkook misses the chance to push inside you due to his awkward aiming, instead slipping between your folds. There’s a synchronous moan from the both of you as your sticky arousal coats him. He accidentally bumps your clit, too, and you impatiently grab him.
You rub the head through your lips a few times before directing him lower and urging him to put it where it goes. Jungkook’s sweating as he moves a hand to one of your thighs and the other back to his cock. He grips you hard, angles his hips, and slowly thrusts in. Your pussy spreads beautifully around his member to accommodate him, and he’s obsessed. Just like that.
You drop your fingers from his shaft to your nub and start circling it to help ease the pain, eyes flickering closed. He can feel every clench and tightening of your core, every straining movement to suck him in deeper. His eyes are rolling back, his body is on edge, and his cock is swelling because of this treasure you possess between your legs. You just feel so fucking good.
You make a whimper about how he’s filling you up so well, and Jungkook’s head falls back as he gasps. You’re warm and soaking and gripping onto him as if you’re trapping him, never wanting to let him go. He’s trying his hardest to control himself and not thrust into you like a madman, but he reaches a stopping point inside you, and has to know how it feels pulling out.
He stops breathing as he starts moving his hips back, noticing you’re just as focused on the scenery, too. All Jungkook does is glance down at where you two are connected, sees the wet coating you’ve left all over his cock with that single thrust, and cums inside you right then and there. His moan is loud and whiny as he shoots his load, his body folding in on top of yours, face pressing into your neck in embarrassment.
He expects you to still be mad even after you said you wouldn’t be, but all he hears are your own moans, your pussy gripping him tighter and gladly accepting his early orgasm. Jungkook’s heaving into your skin like he just ran a marathon, and you’re smirking to yourself about how he couldn’t last longer than one stroke.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ he sighs, mentally beating himself up about nutting in you like that without self-control.
“Koo,” you caress his broad back in reassurance. “It’s fine. I’m on the shot, and I can go get a Plan B for more backup.”
Having your best friend’s cum in you wasn’t on the schedule for tonight, but you didn’t mind it. You’d do anything to help him if he was serious, and if it was losing his virginity to you, then so be it. You’d gotten your own fill out of it, even though you didn’t orgasm.
“I’ll buy it for you,” he says as he lifts his head. His arms are wobbly from his ‘first sex’ climax, but he manages to hold himself back up. His soft hair brushes your face when he looks down at your joined body parts. He decides on pulling out as to not embarrass himself more and is able to get most of his shaft removed.
You scratch the skin of his shoulders as the mushroom head pops out, and, without the pressure of him plugging you, his thick seed spills down your entrance and over the tip of his dick. The moan you cry out is seductive and tempting, and it really sets him off.
Jungkook is amazed at the view, you moaning in pleasure beneath him with his cum flowing out of you… He realizes he wants to fuck it back into you as deep as he can to keep it there, to claim you in this way first.
“Koo, what are you—“ your words are cut off when Jungkook pushes your thighs tighter to your stomach.
“More, p-please,” he begs with a brush of his mouth against your lips, fitting himself back between your legs, hands planting firmly on the seat beside your head. His face is damp with perspiration and redness as he drags his cock between your messy folds again.
Your spine arches off the seat when he thrusts back in without warning. He drops his head to your shoulder, and your hands naturally grip around his neck. You force your eyes shut at how fast he starts stroking. “W-What the fuck—fuck!—Jung— ah!”
It’s your turn to be shocked.
Jungkook pounds you hard. He’s using his hips like he’s supposed to and as if it’s second nature to him. There’s grinding and massaging as he chases another orgasm with his relentless fucking. You’re positive that the car is rocking.
He’s grunting out of breath in your ear while he exerts himself to fuck you. Your legs become taut and lock up at the stimulation, but you hold him close, no matter how pleasurably painful it is that he’s hitting your cervix. Two minutes more, he starts welting the back of your thigh up and throbbing inside you with longer strokes like he’s going to orgasm again. Your pussy squeezes onto him for dear life.
“A-Are you gonna…?” He questions, pulling away to look at you in full. His hair is matted to his forehead in sweaty curls, pupils blown out. “P-Please cum,” he touches his nose to yours. “Need to know what you look like cumming for me…”
Your cunt squeezes him tighter.
“I-I am,” you whine with tears in your eyes. “Rub me?”
Jungkook gets the memo to touch your clit, remembering how you showed him minutes ago. He goes faster than before, mix-matching his pace with his slow fucking. He makes sure he watches you, too, lip between his teeth while he analyzes your face as you cum all over his dick.
He fucking stares. Admires how your lips part, the way your whimpers and gasps sound, how hard you grab him to ground yourself… Your pussy gushing around him, still sucking him in. There’s accidental dark hickeys he left on the side of your neck, too, that proves evidence of what he’s done with you.
But what makes him cum again is the eye contact you keep with him while you scream his name over and over.
Koo.
Your sweet, little, nerdy best friend just gave you the best sex you’ve ever had, while being a former virgin. He can’t believe he made you feel like that, lose yourself like that. You can’t either. You stare up at him in utter disbelief and with a heaving chest. You even look him up and down, trying to see if this is the same man you’ve known for so long.
“That’s…” he says almost too quietly for you to hear. “What I’ve wanted to do to you for the past few years, ________.”
Your face is blazing hot as he bends down to kiss you like no tomorrow, fingers rubbing over your pussy all lovingly while he keeps himself inside. You’re hesitant to kiss him back, wondering if he’s being affectionate because of his loss of virginity or his possible feelings towards you.
Fuck. Why did you go too far this time? Now he’s vulnerable and doesn’t know what he really wants.
“Koo—“ you say, reaching for his face and trying to sit up, but he has you pinned.
You try to conceal your moan when he mumbles, “Not done” and starts kissing down your collarbone and chest like he can’t get enough of you. You have no other choice but to lie back and enjoy the attention, for your entire being lifted when he dove tongue first into your pussy and you physically couldn’t move.
It’s his eagerness and how he keeps watching you to make sure you‘re enjoying it that brings you to your breaking point. You don’t want to believe that your best friend was a virgin half an hour ago when he makes you squirt for your final orgasm.
You sigh at how shaky he is when you hug him and kiss his cheek after he helps you out of the backseat. His eyes are unsure and big instead of sharp and passionate. He’s nervous.
“P-Please still stay for movie night,” Jungkook whispers and hugs your waist tight. “I-I won’t touch you if y-you don’t want— We don’t have to cuddle…”
You grab him by the bicep and start the ascent up the stairs to his apartment. What was he on? “Oh, no,” you cock your eyebrows back at him. “You better touch me on the couch while we’re cuddling, Koo.”
Your best friend had no idea what he was in for with you, especially after what he pulled just moments before.
“M-My roommate’s home,” Jungkook bites his lip, intertwining your hands instead.
❥summary: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook never fail to remind you that you’re they’re new plaything… [OR] getting passed around between the maknae line…
❥!!warnings!!: yandere?, gun play, degradation, humiliation, slut shaming, slut is used A LOT, mentions of violence, recording nudity
❥other warnings: sexual intercourse (please use protection!), riding, some fingering, spanking
-author’s note: uhmmmmm♀️♀️♀️♀️♀️♀️♀️♀️ Yeah felt like writing my first “four-way” fic on here out of no where for a little practice I guess. Hope you enjoy!!!!
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“You’re in trouble.”
“F-For what?”
Jimin didn’t answer you as he dragged you along with him to the waiting limo. Jungkook wasn’t too far behind, busy with contacting the boss, most likely about how terrible the mission went tonight. And it was all going to fall back on you.
Taehyung was waiting with the chauffeur with the back door of the limo open, just as angry. His hair was curly and dark, covering the hazel contacts he had in tonight. “What the fuck was that?”
You figured he was talking about your execution, and Jimin let him know how poorly you did. You stumbled in your strap heels when he came to an abrupt stop. “If someone wasn’t being such a whore, the target wouldn’t have gotten away.”
So this is what had Jimin and Jungkook so pressed back there that they had to intervene? You couldn’t believe they were doing this right now. They were fucking up your job that you didn’t even want to do in the first place.
“W-What?!” You stuttered, looking from Jimin to Taehyung as they seemed to have some sort of mental conversation. You don’t know why you pouted at Taehyung as if he would believe you; He was crazier than all three of them combined but you had to try. “Taehyung… I swear it wasn’t my fault.”
“She was dancing with another man,” Jimin said, tightening his grip on your wrist.
Taehyung looked at you with a stare darker than the night. “Is that true?”
“I-…” Fuck. You literally hated them. “It’s true, but—!”
“Put her in the car.”
Jimin quite literally shoved you into the back of the black, sleek limo, your hand hitting the seat too hard so that you didn’t fall face first, almost making you break a nail. You quickly straightened yourself up when you noticed Jungkook getting in the car on the other side, the gun he used to shoot a couple of people tonight still visible in his hand without a care as he spoke on the phone in his native language.
You hoped he wasn’t as mad at you tonight, hell, you hoped neither of them were. They were already twisted, and you wanted to get back to the mansion and rest. It wasn’t going to happen, but it wasn’t your fault for tonight’s failure.
How were they going to give you a mission that required you to seduce the target to lure him into the back of the building? And then get so jealous when you try to seduce said target and pop up into the damn VIP booth with guns, completely blowing your damn cover? Annoying. Now you were going to feel the wrath of their anger about losing an important kill.
Jimin eventually slid in beside you on the left while Taehyung took the other side of the limo in front of you, Jimin, and Jungkook. You were in the middle of all three of them and hoping for no extra shit tonight.
The chauffeur drove away from the building the event of the night took place in, and you did your best to not make eye contact with any of the men around you. One word spoken that they didn’t like, and you were going to have your ass handed to you. You wished the ride was quiet for the entire hour drive back, but Taehyung spoke.
“________.” The way your name sounded on his tongue… You had to look up and meet eyes with him. It was rule. They were all handsome, but something about Taehyung’s face was the scariest. “Would you like to tell me what happened?”
You quickly shook your head no. Jungkook or Jimin would then explain what happened after you, and then you would be accused of lying or not telling the whole story, even though your story would be one hundred percent correct and not overdramatized. Like what they were doing with you flirting with the target.
Jungkook decided to deepen that wound. “To put it short, she was being a slut,” he said from beside you. “I don’t think it was acting, hyung. Looked too real.”
You bit your bottom lip to keep from yelling out what you wanted.
“We did get her off of the streets,” Jimin mumbled, crossing his arms with an attitude. “What do you expect?”
Taehyung shifted his gaze back to you, and you gave him an annoyed look. He wanted you to try and defend yourself, like always, so you did.
“I was literally only doing my job,” you said, explaining your actions. “You all told me that I had to quote on quote ‘use my charms’ to get him to follow me to the back of the building. I was still in the VIP section working on him when Jimin and Jungkook came in and started shooting. The target got away.”
Taehyung seemed to think about your words, and no, you didn’t have hope that he was going to agree with you. Your arms crossed when he said, “But we didn’t say act like a slut, ________.”
“I wasn’t,” you said through gritted teeth, trying not to raise your voice. How could they be so delusional about this.
Jungkook laughed beside you, and you felt his arm go around your waist. You let him pull you into his lap, his hand settling over your bare thigh. “Our slut doesn’t want to admit she’s a slut,” Jungkook pointed out, the hand on your leg kneading at the brown skin.
“Who’s going to tell the others that we actually did hire a slut?” Jimin sighed, running a hand through his black hair.
“Don’t know,” Taehyung shrugged, and you swear you started seeing red at how much they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there. “But I’m sure our hyungs would like her even more.”
You finally spoke up. And out of turn.
“I’m not a slut!”
A silent pause filled the limo, but you could tell they all had the quiet agreement to make you pay for the disrespect…
In the haze of anger, you forgot that these three, especially the youngest, were dangerous killers. Psychopathic killers at that. There wasn’t another single moment of hesitation in the man’s movements beneath you. The gun to your neck scared you, but not as much as the tattooed and pierced man that was holding it.
“Don’t you know better than to raise your voice, slut?” He lowly asked, the grip around your waist tightening to keep you still. It didn’t matter that you were on his lap and slightly more elevated. He still had the upper hand. “You’re getting really beside yourself tonight.”
You swallowed when you felt the heavy metal press more into your throat, knowing that it was loaded. Taehyung and Jimin looked on in mute curiosity, seeming to enjoy this… discipline.
You felt the gun start moving, and you flinched, but Jungkook wasn’t letting you go anywhere. His hand was digging into your side as hard as the gun was digging into your upper chest plate. It was dragged slowly down your bare skin, sternum exposed because of the very low cut dress you were wearing, and you jumped again. Jungkook chuckled. “You won’t do that again, right? You should learn some respect…”
You softly whimpered when he used the barrel of his black pistol to move the thin material that already didn’t cover all of your breast. One of your nipples was freed and flicked with the gun, snagging on the hole in the weapon. You were sweating. Then getting much more hot when the gun was brought down to between your legs. You wanted to snap his neck.
Until Jungkook yanked up the hem of your short, black dress and pressed the coldness of the gun right up against the skin of your privacy. You grabbed for his shoulder to steady yourself when he pushed one of your legs to indicate to move it out of the way.
You really could fathom that this motherfucker was holding his damn gun against you in this way. It wasn’t anything that wouldn’t be on the list of fucked up shit he’s done.
However, after applying more pressure, the weapon grazed against your clit and made you moan. You were getting wet, too. They were going to hold this against you forever if you let him go much further.
“Ohh,” Jungkook smirked when he saw you move a bit towards the pistol. “Not a slut but you’ll take a good pounding from my gun? I’ll fuck you with it if you want. Bet you’d be soaking if I keep the safety off…”
The thought of Jungkook fucking you with his gun was getting you riled up. Was it because it was dangerous with a high chance of you getting shot in the damn coochie? Was it because they would find it sexy to watch? You didn’t know, but you were starting to grind on his stupid glock, and he started teasing again.
“How about I make you cum all over it? Make you a real dirty whore, huh?” Bending his head down to catch your exposed nipple, you threw your head back. Him sucking on your tit with his favorite weapon rubbing against your pussy was fucking you up in the worst way…
“She’s enjoying it,” Jimin said, to which Jungkook let go of your nipple with a wet pop.
“So? Wanna see her lose it while riding my glock.”
“Give her here.” Jimin reached for you, and you wanted to scream when Jungkook actually handed you off to the pretty male. You were thrown over Jimin’s lap, your torso pressed to his thick thighs, the back of your dress pushed up higher on your waist. “She needs a real lesson.”
“N-No,” you whined, using your right hand to cover your backside as much as you could because you knew what was about to happen. It was snatched out of the way and almost broken with how your arm was twisted in Jimin’s grip.
“No?” Jimin asked, dumbfounded that you’d dare try not to accept one of his spankings. There was a very hard slap against your left ass cheek. That alone almost brought you to tears. “So you really do need a lesson? And you’re not wearing panties?”
Another slap, harder than the first one.
You couldn’t speak to defend yourself with the fact that they were the ones who sat in this very fucking limo before the mission and made you take your underwear off for laughs. You were sure Taehyung still had them in his pocket.
“Such a slut that you wanted to flash that dickhead for the fun of it?” Jimin falsely accused you, his hand slapping your cheeks twice this time. They hurt more since he was wearing steel rings and using all his strength. He wasn’t even being fair tonight.
He hit you again, almost making you scream but you covered it with another whine. He grabbed one of your cheeks and spread them, cool air breezing your core. You moaned. “Why are you so fucking wet?”
You wanted to ask yourself that exact same question. Why were you sexually excited over these three psychopaths that treated you unfairly at every chance they got? Of course the answer was because they could fuck the living daylights out of you.
“You’re too nice with her,” Taehyung criticized, and you turned your head to see him and Jungkook eyeing the mess between your legs. Jimin then slipped two fingers inside without warning to show them more. Your hips tried to resist, but you could only take it.
“It’s not my fault she likes being punished,” he said, shallowly pumping your hole. Now you were trying to fuck yourself back on him. It felt too good. “Slut.”
You despised the word, but hearing them constantly call you it, while kind of proving that it was true… They could do whatever they wanted to you.
Jimin hit you more times than you could count. Your cheeks were stinging and numbing so bad, but you could still feel the wetness between them, the hardness between Jimin’s own thighs, too. You were just as sick as them.
Jimin eventually pulled you up, nudging you back into your original sitting position between him and Jungkook. Your eyes were watery, and you knew your mascara was smudged. You told yourself that you didn’t want any other form of punishment, but the way Taehyung was looking at you as if it was his turn had you wanting more. Including actually getting fucked by a gun and more spanks before the ride was over.
“Pretty girl,” Jungkook said when he saw your face. “Hyung’s gonna make it even prettier.”
You thought that it meant Taehyung was going to face fuck you to more tears when you saw him spread his legs across from you. But he had other plans as he ordered you to come over to his side while he unbuckled his black slacks. Instead of being pushed to your knees, you were pulled onto his lap. Reverse cowgirl. Facing the other two.
This was worse than being face fucked. At least your only focus would have been Taehyung, and your body would have been turned away from Jimin and Jungkook. But no. Now they had front row seats.
Taehyung had his dick out in no time and ready to put the girth of it all into you. You secretly thanked Jimin for spreading you out a bit, because Taehyung gave no shits about hurting you. Your screams pleased him the most.
But so did the “Mmm, Taehyung~” you moaned out for him for filling you up. Eyes closed, mouth open, you rode the deep thrusts he pounded from below. His fingernails digging into the sides of your waist were going to scar, but you ignored the pain and focused on your skin slapping against his.
“Can’t really punish you when you enjoy being used like our little plaything,” he grunted the truth into your ear. “You’re always asking for it.”
Taehyung brought his hands up to fully pull your breasts out, squeezing them too hard while he bit over your neck and shoulder. Your droopy and crying eyes were able to slit open for a few seconds when you heard noises other than the ones you and Taehyung were making. Your entire body clenched up when you saw that Jungkook and Jimin were enjoying it as much as you were, Jungkook jacking off to the sight, Jimin doing the same but recording with the other hand. It was going to get sent to the four oldest.
With the other two watching and Taehyung fucking into you like it was going to be his last time, you yelled into your orgasm. Taehyung blew his load into you moments after, giving the other two a show of the cumshot as he slowly pulled out. And then you were handed back to the youngest. Tired and sore.
“Wait til we tell our hyungs about what you just did,” Jungkook smirked like a brat, his hand rubbing over the harsh hand prints Jimin left you with. You were too stunned to care about them causing more hell for you back at the mansion. Your tear-streaked face tucked into his chest.
“Three men in a few minutes?” he tsked. “They’re gonna ruin you for that.”
❥summary: Getting drunk and nasty with a random hot stranger at the club…
❥!!warnings!!: alcohol and drug use, sexual activity while under the influence
❥other warnings: sexual intercourse, oral (male receiving), squirting
❥notice: none
❥word count: 738
-author’s note: Errrr I’m not over pink haired Jimin so♀️. Hope you enjoy this little something!✨
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You don’t care how tonight has ended. You don’t care how sweaty you are, how bad your core is dripping at just the thought of fucking the man you’re dancing on. He has the absolute face of a fallen angel. Or is it the face of a demon with how he’s staring at you with dark irises that are swimming with lust…
Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop you from kissing him again, the salt and lime taste on his tongue reminding you of how your skin got sticky when he did body shots off of your breasts. You hadn’t cared about him slipping the straps of your dress down in front of all those people, nor did you care about him pushing the hem of it up your hips as you grinded on the bulge in his leather pants.
You and him looked a mess, thanks to the many shots of hard liquor and a pill you both crushed and swallowed down. Sure, it wasn’t exactly safe to do alcohol and drugs with a random stranger, but, hell, the guy was handsome, had freshly dyed pink hair, and a sculpted body. He was so sexy. He obviously thought the same of you to have let loose with a random woman himself.
At one point you start grinding on his thigh, and he leans closer as if he’s going to say something. He does, but you can’t comprehend it. Not only are his words slurred, but he’s not speaking English. He realizes you both can’t verbally understand each other, so in turn, he does the universal hand sign of what he’s asking for.
You laugh at him pushing his pointer finger into the makeshift hole he made with the other one. You nod and smile in agreement.
Stumbling through the crowd of people, into the graffitied bathroom stalls of the women’s restroom and finding an empty one, you’re then pushed up against the stall door. He attacks your lips and neck with sloppy kisses that make your skin feel more refreshed than clammy. A condom appears, one of your legs are yanked up around his waist, and he slides in with the loudest whine you’ve ever heard from a man. You get a tight grip on his Gucci shirt as he pounds you, the stall door knocking loudly.
You both are moaning loud enough to make other club-goers leave as soon as they enter. The sex is raunchy, gut wrenching… Your vision blurs more when he forces you to turn around with your face pressed to the stall so that he can take you from the back. You’re impressed with how he’s using his shaft to further push you over the edge tonight, and then he adds his fingers to your clit, slapping your ass with the other.
You squirt on his dick, curses in his native language spilling from him at the view. He spins you back around and urges you to get on your knees, which you obey without resistance, sticking your tongue out to show your readiness. The condom is discarded, the tip of his swollen cock is slapped against your face, and you glide your mouth over it.
He doesn’t last long, because you’re making him whimper every time you look up at him with hooded eyes and your tongue tracing the thickness of his dick. He gets a couple of hard thrusts into your mouth before he pulls out just to cum all over your face.
You both trip and bump into each other in the stall as you try to get things together, clearly still drunk. The door lock is hard to get open with your clouded minds, so you and the stranger end up going at it again when it seems that you two are stuck—even though all you had to do was twist and pull the lock.
However, the lock is finally defeated, and it seems that you and him are done. Until he grabs you on the shoulder to get your attention before leaving, pushing a cellular device into your hand. His phone with a new contact open.
You smile and give your number to the hot stranger, to which he smiles at you back and waves bye when you both part ways on the club dance floor.
No way you just got drunk and nasty with a beautiful stranger with pink hair that you said nothing to the entire night…
