divinelyparkjimin

[divinelyparkjimin]

— sweet and spicy [m] | ksj.

◦ summary ↠ studying with your tutor should be simple, but distractions can lead to unexpected lessons. who knew cramming for exams could get this... heated? (requested by anon)

◦ pairing ↠ seokjin x reader

◦ word count ↠ 5.9k

◦ genre ↠ fluff, smut

◦ content warning(s) ↠ tutor!seokjin, student!reader, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, oral sex, a lot of making out, unprotected sex, handjob, tit sucking

a/n: this is for the anon that requested a oneshot with seokjin and his lovely lips <3 ik you said kinda spicy but i accidentally made it very spicy lol, hope you don't mind!

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The clock on the library wall ticked in perfect sync with your growing anxiety. You had been staring at the same problem for ten minutes, the numbers on the page blurring together into a mess of indecipherable hieroglyphics.

“I’m going to fail,” you muttered under your breath, slumping further into your seat.

Your professor’s voice from last week echoed in your head: “You should really consider a tutor. It might help clear up some of the confusion.”

And now, here you were, waiting for your supposed savior to arrive and pull you from the depths of statistical despair.

The door creaked open, and you glanced up just in time to see him step inside.

“Sorry I’m late,” the newcomer said, setting his bag on the table with a soft thud. “The café line was longer than I thought.”

He was tall, dressed in a cozy gray sweater that looked as soft as a cloud, and his black-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose. But what truly caught your attention—against your better judgment—were his lips. They looked… soft. Pink. Kissable, even.

“I’m Seokjin,” he said, his voice warm and smooth. He offered a smile, and oh, that just made it worse. His lips curved in the kind of way that could make angels weep.

You snapped out of it, suddenly realizing he was waiting for you to introduce yourself. “Oh! Uh, hi. I’m—um—Y/N.”

He nodded, pulling out a notebook and pen. “Alright, so what’s giving you trouble?”

“Everything,” you admitted, gesturing dramatically at your textbook.

Seokjin laughed, the sound light and easy, but your eyes betrayed you and flicked to his mouth. The way his lips moved when he laughed—it was almost hypnotic. You mentally slapped yourself. Focus. You’re here to pass this class, not ogle your tutor.

“Okay, let’s start simple,” he said, flipping through your textbook until he found a page filled with diagrams and formulas. “Here’s a problem. Walk me through how you’d solve it.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the numbers. But Seokjin leaned closer to point something out on the page, and suddenly, your brain short-circuited. His lips were so close you could see the faintest shine of lip balm.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

You blinked. “Huh?”

He tilted his head. “The problem?”

“Oh, uh…” You scrambled to come up with something that didn’t sound ridiculous. “Yeah, I… totally get it now. Thanks!”

His brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “Really? Because you just wrote the wrong formula entirely.”

Your face flushed. “Oh. Right. I was just… testing you?”

Seokjin laughed again, the sound sending your heart racing. “Sure you were. Don’t worry, I’ll explain it again.”

By the third time Seokjin explained the problem, you had made some progress. But honestly? Your brain was running on fumes.

"See? It's not that bad," he said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "You’re getting the hang of it.”

You managed a weak smile, still hyper-aware of the way his lips moved with every word. How was it possible to explain statistics and look that good doing it? It should’ve been illegal.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, tapping your pen against your notebook to distract yourself. "I mean, I still hate it, but at least it makes… slightly more sense now."

Seokjin chuckled, his shoulders shaking just enough to make his sweater shift in the most distracting way. You were about to tell yourself to get it together when he suddenly leaned forward again, his elbow propped on the table and his chin resting on his hand.

"So," he said casually, "why did you really sign up for tutoring? You don't seem like the type to give up easily."

You froze. Was he teasing you? His tone was light, but his eyes held genuine curiosity.

"Um," you stalled, trying to come up with a reasonable answer that didn’t involve your professor practically begging you to get help. "I guess I just… wanted to make sure I didn’t fail? You know, for my GPA."

He nodded thoughtfully, and for a moment, you thought you’d gotten away with it.

"Fair enough," he said. But then his lips quirked into a smirk. "But you might want to stop zoning out so much during our sessions if you really want that GPA to survive."

Your face burned. "I don’t—" You cut yourself off, realizing how defensive you sounded. "I’m not zoning out."

"Really?" he said, tilting his head. "Because every time I look up, you’re staring at me like I just said something in Greek."

"Maybe it’s because statistics is Greek," you shot back, desperate to steer the conversation away from your very obvious distraction.

He laughed again, and this time, it was louder, filling the quiet library room. His laughter wasn’t polished or quiet; it was unfiltered, almost boyish, and far too contagious.

“Well, maybe I should start explaining in actual Greek,” he teased, closing your textbook with a soft thud. “Or we could call it a day. You’re making progress, but your brain looks like it’s about to overheat.”

You opened your mouth to protest but realized he wasn’t wrong. “Fine,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “But next time, you’re bringing snacks. Brain fuel and all that.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You’re really bold for someone who just admitted to hating this entire subject.”

“And yet,” you shot back, gathering your things, “you’re still tutoring me. So, who’s the real fool here?”

His laughter bubbled up again, softer this time, and you felt a small swell of pride at having made him laugh. It was quickly replaced by a flutter of nerves when he reached over to tap the corner of your notebook.

“Same time next week?” he asked, his voice a little quieter.

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. “Thanks, Seokjin.”

He smiled, a soft, almost shy thing, and nodded. “Anytime.”

The following week, you found yourself looking forward to tutoring. Not because of the subject (God, no), but because of him. Every time you walked into the library and saw him waiting there, his glasses perched on his nose and a soft smile playing on his lips, it was like a little jolt of electricity.

This time, Seokjin greeted you with a coffee cup and a small bag of pastries.

“Fuel,” he said, holding them out. “For the overworked student who claims to hate stats but keeps showing up anyway.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You actually brought snacks? You know I was just kidding.”

He shrugged, but there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I thought it might help. Plus, bribery works wonders for focus.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only when I have pastries,” he replied, sliding one toward you.

For the next hour, you worked through problems, your frustration ebbing slightly thanks to the sugar and Seokjin’s patient explanations. Still, your focus wavered every now and then—especially when he leaned closer to check your work, his glasses slipping down his nose just enough to make your heart race.

“You’re doing better,” he said, his tone genuinely impressed. “See? I told you it wasn’t hopeless.”

“Maybe it’s your teaching,” you replied without thinking, and then froze when his ears turned pink.

“Maybe,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to yours for just a moment before he cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s try this one.”

But as the session went on, you noticed it wasn’t just you who seemed distracted. Seokjin kept fiddling with his pen, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual. When he leaned closer to point something out, you thought you caught him glance at your lips before quickly looking back at the page.

By the time the session ended, your heart was pounding, and you weren’t sure if it was from the stats or something else entirely.

The next morning, an email from Seokjin had come in.

Hey, just a heads-up—I’m not going to campus today, but if you still want to meet, we can do the session at my place. Let me know if that works.

It had taken you all of five seconds to reply.

That’s fine, I really need this session. Text me the address.

And now here you were, standing outside Seokjin’s apartment with your notebook clutched to your chest and a slight flutter of nerves in your stomach.

You knocked twice, and within seconds, the door swung open.

“Hey,” Seokjin said, his usual soft smile in place. He was dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and somehow he looked even better like this—comfortable and casual, with his hair slightly tousled as if he’d just run his hands through it.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.

His apartment was small but cozy, with warm lighting, a neatly arranged bookshelf, and a faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. There was a laptop open on the coffee table and a few notebooks stacked beside it.

“You didn’t have to bring all your stuff,” he said, eyeing the books tucked under your arm.

“I didn’t know what to expect,” you admitted, setting your things down on the table. “But I’m not taking any chances with finals week coming up in a couple weeks.”

He chuckled, gesturing toward the couch. “Well, you’re in luck. I even made coffee. Or tea, if that’s more your thing.”

You sat down, trying not to notice how close he was when he joined you. The couch wasn’t exactly huge, and the way his knee brushed against yours when he shifted sent a jolt through you.

“Okay,” he said, pulling a notebook onto his lap. “Let’s start with the practice problems I sent you last week.”

At first, it was just like any other session—him explaining concepts, you trying to keep up. But the proximity was impossible to ignore. Every time he leaned over to point at your notebook or correct something, his voice seemed lower, softer, and his presence far too distracting.

“Almost,” Seokjin murmured, his hand brushing yours as he reached for your pencil. “You just forgot to divide by the total here.”

You froze, watching the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil. They were long and elegant, and when he looked up, his face was only inches from yours.

“Oh,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, the air between you felt heavier. You could see the faint pink on his ears again, the way his lashes fluttered just slightly when he blinked.

“Here,” he said, pulling back and clearing his throat. “Try it again.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to focus on the problem. But as the session went on, the tension only grew.

At one point, you leaned over to grab your eraser from the table, and when you straightened up, your shoulder brushed against his. It was such a small thing, but the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his hoodie lingered.

“Sorry,” you muttered, though you weren’t sure why.

“No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, his voice a little tighter than usual.

By the end of the session, you were both more relaxed—or at least pretending to be. The stack of practice problems had dwindled, and Seokjin leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms over his head with a groan.

“You’re actually getting good at this,” he said, his voice teasing but genuine. “See? Told you stats wasn’t impossible.”

“Only because you’re a good tutor,” you replied, surprising yourself with how easily the words came out.

Seokjin paused mid-stretch, his eyes meeting yours. There was something unreadable in his expression, but it disappeared quickly as he smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up again.

The conversation might’ve ended there, but then you noticed a small smudge of ink beside his cushiony lips—probably from when he’d been jotting down notes earlier.

“You’ve got…” You hesitated, gesturing vaguely at your own face. “Ink. Right there.”

“Where?” he asked, frowning as he touched his cheek, missing the spot entirely.

“Here,” you said, leaning forward without thinking. Your hand brushed against his jaw as you wiped at the smudge with your thumb, and you felt him go completely still under your touch.

When you realized what you were doing, you froze too, your eyes locking with his. His gaze flicked to your lips, and for a second, you thought he might close the distance between you.

“Got it,” you said quickly, pulling back and trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice lower than before.

The rest of the session ended in a flurry of awkward goodbyes and hurried packing, but as you left his apartment, you couldn’t shake the memory of how close you’d been—or the way his lips had looked in that moment, soft and impossibly inviting.

After the first session at Seokjin’s apartment, the two of you fell into a new rhythm. Instead of meeting at the library, you started alternating between your places. It was more convenient, and though neither of you said it out loud, it felt… comfortable. Familiar. Like a natural evolution of whatever this was between you.

For your next session, Seokjin arrived a few minutes early, balancing a bag of takeout in one hand and his ever-present notebook in the other.

“You didn’t have to bring food,” you said, stepping aside to let him in.

He shrugged, setting the bag on your coffee table. “Consider it payment for making me leave the house on a Saturday.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, sitting beside him on the couch. As the session began, you noticed how different it felt having him here, in your space. The way he looked so at ease, leaning back against your cushions, his long legs stretching out in front of him.

At one point, you got up to grab your water bottle, and when you came back, Seokjin had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Do you always study with a giant stuffed bear on your couch?” he teased, holding up the plushie you’d forgotten to hide.

Your face burned. “It’s comfortable, okay?”

“I’m not judging,” he said, his grin widening. “I’m just saying, you could’ve warned me I’d have competition.”

You groaned, grabbing the bear from him and tossing it aside. But the playful banter eased the tension, making the session feel more like hanging out than studying.

By the time you’d finished the practice problems, Seokjin stretched his arms over his head and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Okay, enough stats for one day. My brain is fried,” he declared.

“Yeah same,” you sighed before raising an eyebrow. “Is this how you treat all your students?”

“Only the ones who threaten to fail without me,” he shot back, smirking.

Your next session was set to be at your apartment again, with Seokjin arriving at your apartment looking as put-together as ever. You were already flustered—having barely managed to shove your laundry into a basket to make the place look semi-presentable.

"Don’t judge," you warned as he stepped in, glancing around your living room.

“I’m not,” he replied, amused. “I’ve seen worse.”

The session went smoothly enough, but at some point, Seokjin needed a pen.

"Do you have another one?" he asked, looking up from his notebook.

"Yeah, let me grab one!" you said, heading toward your desk.

Before you could, though, Seokjin leaned over the arm of the couch to grab your backpack—and froze, pulling out an article of clothing instead.

"Uh…" His voice trailed off as he held it up—a lacy, bright-colored bra that you’d obviously forgotten to hide.

You whipped around, horrified. “Oh my God, Seokjin, put that down!”

But instead of being embarrassed, he smirked, dangling the bra by one strap.

“Well,” he said, his tone teasing but his ears betraying him with a hint of redness, “I didn’t know tutoring came with such… unexpected discoveries.”

“Stop!” you yelped, lunging forward to snatch it from him.

He laughed, holding it just out of reach. “Is this what you’ve been distracted by during our sessions? Should I start dressing fancier to compete?”

“Seokjin, I swear—”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he relented, handing it back to you with a grin. But the way his eyes lingered on your flustered expression made your heart pound.

“Next time, I’m hiring a professional tutor,” you muttered, stuffing the bra into your laundry basket.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure you will.”

A couple days later, Seokjin had invited you over again, this time for a movie. Although, if you were being honest with yourself, the movie was probably the last thing on either of your minds.

"Okay, so you’re telling me you’ve never seen this movie?" Seokjin asked, holding up the DVD case like it was a sacred relic.

“Not everyone’s a walking encyclopedia of rom-coms,” you shot back, leaning back against the armrest of his couch.

“It’s not just a rom-com,” he argued, waving the case in front of you like it was the most important thing on the planet. “It’s a classic. You’ll thank me later.”

With a dramatic sigh, you gave in, letting him pop the DVD into the player. Soon enough, you were both nestled comfortably on his couch, a bowl of popcorn between you.

The movie started off fine enough, but as it went on, your attention started to wander. Seokjin’s proximity—the feeling of his body so close to yours, the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, his knee brushing against yours whenever he shifted—was far more distracting than the plot.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated his face, casting gentle shadows across his features, making him look even more attractive. His lips, soft and slightly parted as he laughed at some of the jokes, became the sole object of your focus.

"You’re quiet," he murmured during a lull in the movie, glancing at you sideways with a teasing look.

"Just… paying attention," you mumbled, not daring to look at him.

"Are you, though?" he teased, shifting slightly to face you. "Because you’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes."

Your face immediately heated up. “I have not!”

“Hmm,” he hummed, clearly enjoying your reaction. His smirk widened as he leaned in just a little closer, his face filling your vision. “You sure about that? I wouldn’t mind.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you couldn’t help but look at his lips. His voice had dropped a few notches, and his gaze softened, no longer playful but searching—waiting for something unspoken. The noise of the movie faded as the tension in the air between you two thickened, heavy and palpable.

“Seokjin,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“Yeah?” His voice was soft, but the way he looked at you—intent and steady—sent a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes darted to his lips for just a moment, and that was all it took. His playful smirk faded, and his expression shifted to something far more sincere, far more urgent. Slowly, his hand lifted, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before lingering near your cheek, his touch light but warm.

Then, without a word, he closed the distance. His lips met yours in a kiss that started gentle, tentative, almost like a question. You froze for a split second, heart racing, but your body moved on instinct. Your hands gripped the front of his sweater, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened.

The movie continued in the background, but neither of you were paying attention anymore. Seokjin's hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer, his lips moving against yours with more urgency. You kissed him back, eager, your body instinctively pressing against his.

His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, then moved to your lips, caressing them softly before slipping back into the kiss. The sensation was intoxicating—electric. You could feel his heart racing against yours as his lips grew more demanding, his kisses coming faster, deeper.

The soft glow from the TV flickered across his features, making everything feel dreamlike, surreal, as if this moment wasn’t really happening. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you toward him until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat of his chest, the firmness of his body, left you breathless as you melted into him.

Then, just as the kiss grew more heated, a dramatic swell of music from the movie blasted through the speakers, breaking the spell.

Seokjin pulled back slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, eyes dark with desire. He glanced toward the screen, looking a little amused before turning back to you.

“We won’t be needing this anymore,” he murmured, his voice low as he reached for the remote, never breaking eye contact. The click of the TV turning off was the only sound in the room now, the sudden silence making everything feel more intense.

Before you could even process what had just happened, Seokjin leaned in again, his lips crashing into yours with renewed fervor. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. His lips were hotter now, more demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your hands roamed up to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, before you slid your hands into his hair, tugging him closer. He groaned against your lips, his fingers digging into your back as the kiss deepened further, passion igniting between you. The sensation of his lips moving against yours—of his body pressing closer to yours—made your head spin.

You could feel his hands exploring your body, his fingertips brushing the curve of your side, making your breath hitch. His mouth never left yours, the kiss turning into something desperate, almost frantic, as if neither of you could wait any longer. Seokjin’s breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you both lost yourselves in the kiss.

Your bodies were tangled in the soft cushions of the couch now, the world outside fading into oblivion. Every kiss, every touch, felt like an invitation to something more.

Seokjin finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice husky with desire, his thumb brushing along your jaw.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “I’m more than okay,” you whispered, your voice shaky but full of longing.

Seokjin’s eyes searched yours, his thumb still brushing along your jaw as if grounding himself in the moment. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, a glance at the clock over his shoulder made your heart drop.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, sitting up abruptly. “I have class in fifteen minutes!”

Seokjin blinked in surprise, then let out a soft laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not!” you exclaimed, frantically gathering your scattered belongings.

He leaned back against the couch, arms draped casually along the cushions, watching you with a grin that made your heart race all over again. “You sure you don’t want to skip? I mean, we were in the middle of something really important.”

You shot him a glare, though the heat in your cheeks probably made it far less intimidating. “Nice try, Seokjin. I can’t fail this class because of you.”

“Fair,” he conceded, standing to walk you to the door. But as you reached for the doorknob, he tugged you back, planting a quick, heated kiss on your lips that left you breathless. “Hurry back when you’re done,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

From that day on, a pattern emerged. Every time you came over—whether to study, watch a movie, or just hang out—the two of you would inevitably end up tangled together, lips locked and breaths mingling. It didn’t matter if it was before or after you hit the books; somehow, the boundaries between tutoring sessions and heated makeout sessions blurred until they were almost nonexistent.

It became your guilty pleasure, a secret routine that neither of you dared to acknowledge aloud. And then, finally, the day of the exam arrived.

You walked into the lecture hall with butterflies in your stomach and left with a grin you couldn’t contain. A 91! You had passed, and not just barely—you’d crushed it. The first thing you did after checking your grade was text Seokjin, your fingers flying over the keyboard as you told him the news.

His response was instant: Come over. We’re celebrating.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Within minutes, you were at his door, and before you could even step inside, Seokjin was pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing into yours.

“Congratulations,” he murmured against your lips, his voice warm and full of pride.

But there was no time for further words. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that sent sparks shooting down your spine. You barely registered the door closing behind you as the two of you stumbled into the apartment, too caught up in each other to care.

His hands roamed over your body with an urgency that made your heart race, slipping beneath your shirt to explore the bare skin underneath. You tugged at his hoodie, eager to feel more of him, and he obliged, pulling it off in one fluid motion before his lips found yours again.

This time, there was no stopping, no holding back. The couch cushions were a familiar backdrop as Seokjin pressed you down, his body warm and solid against yours. His kisses grew deeper as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his eyes flicking up to yours for permission. When you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, he didn’t hesitate.

With a swift motion, he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, lingering on the lacy bra you’d decided to wear that day.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his tone teasing as his fingers ghosted over the edge of the fabric. “You wore this? Almost like you were expecting to celebrate.” he teased, his fingers grazing the edge of your lacy bra. His smirk was back, though it softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your collarbone.

“Shut up,” you managed, breathless and flustered, though the way your hands gripped his shoulders betrayed your eagerness.

Your face burned, and you tried to turn away, but his hand cupped your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. His grin widened, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

“I wasn’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh.

“Relax,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’m not complaining. In fact…” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I think it’s perfect.”

His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his hands sliding up your sides as he explored every inch of you. When his lips finally returned to yours, the kiss was deeper, hungrier, his body pressing against yours as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Your hands found their way to his shirt, tugging at the fabric until he got the hint and pulled it off. You couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer.

“Still think I’m the one who expected this?” you teased, emboldened by his reaction.

Seokjin paused, his lips hovering over yours as he chuckled, low and rich. “Oh, I definitely did. But I’m glad you were prepared too.”

With that, he captured your lips again, the playful banter melting away as the moment grew even more heated. The air between you was thick with desire, every touch, every kiss igniting a fire that neither of you wanted to put out.

As the kiss deepened, Seokjin's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips. Your own hands were just as busy, exploring the contours of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders.

The room around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment. The darkness was almost palpable, a living thing that wrapped itself around you, holding you close. You felt like you were drowning in Seokjin's eyes, those piercing brown orbs that seemed to see right through to your very soul.

And yet, even as you felt like you were losing yourself in him, you knew that this was exactly where you wanted to be. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been hoping for all along.

Seokjin's lips left yours for a moment, and he gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "I want to see all of you," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to touch every inch of your skin."

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as he spoke, but you couldn't help the way your body responded to his words. You nodded slowly, and Seokjin's eyes flashed with excitement.

With gentle fingers, he reached behind you and unfastened the clasp on your bra. The straps slid down your arms, and Seokjin's eyes widened as he took in the sight of your bare skin. He reached out a hand and cupped one breast in his palm, his thumb tracing circles around the nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

As Seokjin's hands continued to caress your breasts, his mouth descended upon them, his plump lips wrapping around one nipple with a gentle reverence. The softness and fullness of his lips were almost distracting, making you wonder how something so visually appealing could also feel so incredible. He kissed the nipple softly, his lips molding around it as he sucked gently.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his lips tracing circles around the nipple before wrapping around it again. The sensation was exquisite, and you felt yourself arching your back, pushing into his touch as he continued to kiss and suckle your breasts.

After lavishing attention on your breasts, Seokjin's mouth began to kiss down your stomach, his lips tracing a path of fire along your skin. With each kiss, you felt anticipation build within you. He teased you with each touch of his lips, getting closer and closer to the heat between your legs but never quite reaching it. The suspense was deliciously agonizing.

Finally, Seokjin returned to your lips, kissing them with a fervor that left you breathless. His tongue danced against yours as he deepened the kiss. He didn't stop there; his mouth wandered to your neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin.

"Your lips are so fucking perfect," you whispered into his ear, running your fingers over their full shape in awe. "They feel as good as they look."

Seokjin chuckled low in his throat but didn't stop kissing and sucking on your neck. After a few moments of this sensual assault on your senses, he pulled back slightly and whispered against your earlobe.

"Enough of my lips; time to see what yours can do."

With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air between you like an unfinished challenge waiting for resolution - Seokjin stood up from where they had been sitting together on couch pulling both pants & boxers all way down letting them pool at feet before taking seat once more now fully exposed

You got onto your knees between his legs spread wide and proceeded to give him a blow job. You began by licking his quivering length, taking its head into your mouth. You started sucking gently, gradually increasing suction pressure and movement speed.

Your hand rose to begin stroking his shaft up and down while continuing to suck on it, your fingers wrapped tightly around base, moving in the opposite direction of your head bobbing. You made sure to pay special attention to the ridge just beneath where the head of his cock meets the shaft, knowing the extra sensitivity there.

As you continued to stroke and suck, Seokjin's eyes remained locked on yours, besides when he'd occasionally draw his head back in rawr pleasure. His hands rested on your head, gently guiding the pace but letting you set the rhythm. The sensation of his fingers in your hair, combined with the taste and feel of him in your mouth, was incredibly erotic.

You could feel his excitement building, his breathing getting heavier, and his muscles tensing under your touch. Encouraged by his reactions, you deepened the suction slightly, moving your head in a steady bobbing motion while your hand continued to stroke the base of his shaft.

Seokjin's moans filled the air, soft at first but growing louder as he neared climax. His hands tightened in your hair, not pulling but applying gentle pressure as if urging you on without wanting to disrupt the perfect rhythm you'd established.

Just as it seemed like he was about to come, Seokjin suddenly pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion. "Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, "I want to come inside you."

He gently helped you up from your knees and led you back to the couch. This time, as he sat down, he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. The position was intimate and vulnerable at the same time.

With deft hands, Seokjin guided himself into you, filling a void that had been aching for fulfillment since this encounter began. As he entered deeper into you, your warmth enveloped around him fully. Everything else faded away, leaving only the sensations between two people completely lost within another.

The movement started slow but was soon quickened, as he grew more desperate. The two of you lost track of the time or your surroundings, solely existing in the moment of moving bodies seeking release.

As the movements became more rhythmic and intense, the connection between you and Seokjin deepened. Every thrust, every sensation, seemed to be amplified.

Your hands were on his shoulders, his around your waist, holding you close as you moved together. Seokjin's eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw desire. Yet, there was also a tenderness there, a care that made this feel like more than just a physical act. It was as if he was seeing into your very soul, and you into his.

The pace quickened, the intensity building until it felt like everything was going to shatter apart at any moment. But instead of fear or anxiety, there was only anticipation - a desperate longing for that release.

And then, in an instant that seemed to stretch out forever, it happened. Seokjin's body tensed beneath yours, his muscles hardening as he came inside you. The sensation triggered your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing over you like a stormy sea.

For what felt like an eternity, you just sat there, wrapped in each other's arms as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through your bodies. It wasn't until your breathing began to slow that reality started seeping back in - the feel of the couch beneath you, the sound of your heartbeats slowly synchronizing back into separate rhythms.

Seokjin's arms loosened their hold on you slightly but didn't let go. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly before whispering against your skin.

"Looks like all our hard work paid off. Congrats on passing, beautiful."

a/n: wahoo! feel free to leave feedback, hope you all enjoyed!

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[divinelyparkjimin]

— craving you [m] | jhs.

◦ summary ↠ getting involved with the mafia means trouble—and their dangerously sexy boss might just be the most tempting trouble of all.

◦ pairing ↠ hoseok x reader

◦ word count ↠ 6.4k

◦ genre ↠ smut, angst, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ mafia au, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, fingering, alcohol consumption, aggressive sex, oral sex, slave kink (?), face-fucking, deep-throating, unprotected sex

a/n: i'm back after ten years lol. hope you guys enjoy!

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You woke up with a pounding headache, your surroundings unfamiliar. Blinking against the dim light, you took in the room: a simple bed with worn but elegant dark wood, a matching desk, and a vanity. The furniture looked aged but still somehow charming, as though it had once belonged to someone with taste but had been neglected over the years.

The last thing you remembered was being out at a club with your friends. You’d had a bit too much to drink, and everything after that was a blur. Now here you were, in a strange room that felt too odd to belong to someone’s home.

You rubbed your temples, trying to piece things together, when the door creaked open. A boy with a ruffled bowl cut stepped in, his expression unreadable.

“Hoseok is waiting for you,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

Your brows knitted together. “Who?” you asked, sitting up on the bed. “Who are you? Where am I?”

For a moment, he looked just as confused as you felt, his lips parting as though to answer, but then he seemed to think better of it.

“I’m taking you to Hoseok,” he said instead, stepping further into the room. Before you could react, he grabbed your arm.

“Let go!” you barked, pulling against his grip, but he was much stronger than he looked.

“Am I a prisoner?” you snapped, glaring up at him.

“Somewhat,” he replied with a small chuckle, his tone so nonchalant it made your blood boil.

He dragged you out into a hallway, the floor creaking underfoot. The place was massive, the walls lined with intricate carvings and faded wallpaper. The air smelled faintly of wood polish and something musky, almost intoxicating. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals catching the dim light and scattering it across the room like shards of broken glass.

“Where are we?” you demanded, but the boy—who still hadn’t given you his name—remained silent, leading you through the labyrinth of hallways until you entered a large sitting room.

There, lounging casually on a leather couch, was a man with an aura that immediately put you on edge. His sharp features were softened by a devilish smirk, and his eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in the sight of you being dragged in.

“Thanks, Jungkook,” the man said, addressing the boy who had brought you. “Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Jungkook merely nodded, releasing your arm before stepping back.

“What am I doing here?” you demanded, your voice trembling despite your efforts to sound strong.

The man—Hoseok, you presumed—leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. He held a glass of red wine in one hand, swirling it lazily as he studied you.

You’re here because your little friend couldn’t keep their word. It’s that simple.” he said, his tone almost cheerful.

“That doesn’t explain why I’m involved,” you shot back.

He tilted his head, a mocking smile curling at the edges of his lips. “Oh, but it does. You see, they offered you as collateral. And who am I to turn down such a… lovely arrangement?”

You flinched at his words, anger bubbling in your chest. “You’re insane. I’m not some object you can just—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, his voice suddenly cold and commanding. The shift in his tone made you falter. "You’re here now, and you’ll stay until the debt is paid.”

You glared at him, refusing to back down even as your heart raced. “And what if I refuse?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t really have a choice. But don’t worry—I’m not completely heartless. I take good care of what’s mine.”

He took a step closer, and you instinctively took a step back, bumping into the edge of the bed. “You’ll find it’s not so bad here,” he continued, his tone lightening. “You’ll be working directly under me. My personal attendant, you could say.”

“Attendant?” you repeated incredulously. “Yeah, right.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. I’m not that bad. In fact, I can be quite… generous.” He reached for a small box on the bedside table and tossed it to you. “Here, something for you to change into.”

You opened the box, your face flushing when you saw the contents: a skimpy, silk dress with lace trim that barely qualified as clothing.

“You’re joking,” you spat, glaring at him.

“Not at all,” he said, his smirk widening. “Jungkook will show you to the changing room.”

Jungkook escorted you to a room down the hall. Once inside, you reluctantly put on the dress, feeling both humiliated and strangely curious. Why was everything in this place so luxurious, so well-kept? It didn’t match the idea of being a prisoner.

When you emerged, Jungkook was waiting, his face immediately flushing red at the sight of you. He avoided your gaze, clearing his throat awkwardly before leading you back to Hoseok.

You were taken to a room, one that seemed to be Hoseok's. This was soon confirmed as Jungkook gripped the handle of the wooden door, swinging it open. He gave you a nod yet again, as if signaling you to enter. Your feet felt glued to the ground, your nerves unable to actually make a step forward into the mystery of a room.

Once you'd finally taken a peek into the room, you immediately took notice of Hoseok leaned casually against the edge of the bed, his gaze raking over you like a predator sizing up its prey. The dress clung to your figure, its delicate lace and silk leaving little to the imagination. You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, wishing you could disappear, but his dark, unreadable eyes pinned you in place.

“Well,” he drawled, his voice low and smooth, “you look even better than I expected. Perfect, actually.” The door shut behind you, and your heart pounded harder within you.

You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “If you think I’m going to play along with this, you’re delusional,” you snapped.

He smirked, amused by your defiance. "Oh, sweetheart, you can play hard to get all you like. It only makes this more interesting for me."

Your breath hitched as he pushed off the bed and closed the distance between you in a few strides. His presence was overwhelming, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a haze. When he stopped just shy of touching you, you felt the heat radiating from him, your pulse quickening despite yourself.

His eyes softened for a brief moment, though his smirk remained. “You know,” he murmured, his tone soft yet dangerous, "I could have given you to one of my men. But I chose you for myself. That should tell you something."

Your lips parted to respond, but the intensity of his gaze stole your words. He tilted his head, waiting, and then leaned in just enough to brush his fingers against your arm. The featherlight touch sent an unwanted shiver through your body, and you hated the way he noticed.

“I chose you because I always get what I want,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “And right now, I want you.” He took your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

The way he looked at you made your knees weak, and you hated how much your body betrayed you. You wanted to hate him, to push him away, but the magnetic pull between you was undeniable.

"Get over yourself," you managed to say, though your voice lacked conviction.

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down your spine. "You're adorable when you try to act tough," he said, releasing your chin and stepping back. "But we'll see how long that lasts."

He walked to a small cabinet and poured himself another glass of wine, the muscles in his back flexing as he moved. "You look tense," he remarked, turning back to you with a wicked grin. "Would you like me to help you relax?"

Your cheeks burned at the implication, and you turned your head away. "I’d rather die," you muttered.

He stalked back to you, setting the wine glass down on the bedside table. "Don’t tempt me, darling," he whispered, his voice laced with dark humor. "I might take you up on that offer."

Before you could retort, he leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "But I’d rather hear you beg for something else entirely."

Your breath hitched, and you felt his smirk against your skin. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark and unreadable. "Now, be a good girl and get some rest," he said, his tone suddenly lighter. "You’ll need your energy for tomorrow."

He turned away, heading toward the bathroom, but not before throwing a final, teasing glance over his shoulder. "Unless, of course, you’d like to share my bed tonight. I promise, I don’t bite... unless you ask me to."

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and a pounding heart. You hated how much his presence affected you, how much his teasing had stirred something deep within you.

The room was quiet after Hoseok left, the weight of his words lingering in the air. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door he had disappeared through. Your pulse still raced, a mix of fear, anger, and something you didn’t want to name swirling inside you.

A soft knock broke the silence. You stiffened, your heart leaping to your throat. The door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. His expression was softer now, a hint of guilt shadowing his face as he set the tray down on the small table near the bed.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said, his voice low.

You eyed him warily. “What’s this? Poison?”

Jungkook flinched, his lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s not poisoned,” he murmured. “Just eat."

You crossed your arms, still glaring at him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you helping him?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that simple,” he said, his tone tinged with frustration. “Hoseok… he’s not as bad as he seems.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Not as bad as he seems? He just told me I’m his collateral. What part of that isn’t bad?”

Jungkook hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I know how it looks, but… he has his reasons. He doesn’t hurt people unless they deserve it. And trust me, the people he deals with usually do.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Yeah, because kidnapping innocent people is so noble.”

He winced again, looking genuinely remorseful. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For what it’s worth, I didn’t agree with this. But once Hoseok makes up his mind…” He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the floor.

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked, softening slightly at his sincerity.

He looked back at you, his dark eyes earnest. “Because you’re not just some pawn to him. If you were, you wouldn’t be here, in his personal quarters. He… he sees something in you.”

You frowned, unsure how to respond. Before you could ask anything else, Jungkook turned toward the door. “Just… try to eat,” he said over his shoulder before leaving you alone again.

You stared at the tray of food for a moment before reluctantly picking up a piece of bread. It smelled fresh, and your stomach growled in betrayal. As you ate, your thoughts churned, trying to make sense of everything.

The door creaked open again, and you looked up to see Hoseok stepping inside, now dressed in silk pajamas that hung loosely on his frame. They were matching to your own, something that you audibly scoffed at. He looked relaxed, his earlier edge dulled by the casual attire.

“Enjoying the food?” he asked, his tone teasing.

You glared at him, though the corners of your mouth twitched. “As much as someone in my situation can.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Fair enough. But I hope you don’t think I’m completely heartless.” He gestured toward a couch on the far side of the room. “I’ll take that tonight. You can have the bed.” The couch dominated one corner of the room, its size nearly rivaling the bed itself. It was upholstered in deep, rich velvet, the kind that looked invitingly soft to the touch, with intricate stitching along the edges. The cushions were plush and overstuffed, creating a luxurious sprawl that promised comfort beyond reason.

You blinked in surprise. “What? No more threats or innuendos?”

He smirked, crossing his arms. “I’m full of surprises, darling. But even I need to sleep.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “So all that earlier? It was just bluffing?”

His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flash of something that looked like amusement—or perhaps respect. “You’re braver than I gave you credit for,” he admitted, walking toward the couch. “But don’t push your luck.”

You laughed softly, more at the absurdity of the situation than anything else. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight,” he replied, settling onto the couch. Despite his earlier bravado, he didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable, draping an arm over the backrest as he reclined.

You climbed into the bed, sinking into its softness. As your head hit the pillow, you felt a strange sense of calm, even in the midst of the chaos. Hoseok’s presence, infuriating as it was, didn’t feel as threatening now.

The next day, Hoseok kept you busy. As promised—or threatened—you shadowed him as his personal attendant, though most of the tasks were menial. You were getting a glimpse of the operation he seemed to run: shadowy meetings, coded phone calls, and a surprising amount of charm that he wielded like a weapon.

Late in the afternoon, Hoseok asked Jungkook to bring you something from another room, leaving you alone for a moment. It was then that you felt someone’s gaze on you. A man with sharp eyes and a cruel grin approached, his steps deliberate. He was dressed in black, and his aura screamed trouble.

“Well, well,” the stranger purred, his voice smooth but unsettling. “Hoseok’s latest… acquisition. He always did have good taste.”

You tensed, instinctively stepping back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Oh, but I think you do,” he said, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. “You’re new here. That makes you vulnerable. And that means... I could help you, for the right price.”

Your stomach turned as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. You slapped it away, glaring. “Don’t touch me.” The man slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a pocket knife, to which you flinched at the sight of.

The man’s smile only widened, as though your defiance amused him. “Feisty. I like that.”

Before he could say more, a voice rang out, cold and cutting. “Step away from her. Now.”

You turned to see Hoseok standing a few feet away, his face devoid of its usual playful smirk. His eyes burned with barely contained fury, his posture tense.

The man raised his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, boss. I was just saying hello.”

“Your greetings are unwelcome,” Hoseok snapped, his tone lethal. “Touch her again, and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do.”

The dealer’s grin faltered for the briefest moment before he backed away. “No harm done,” he said, retreating with an air of false nonchalance.

Once he was gone, Hoseok turned to you, his expression softening slightly. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, though your hands were trembling. “Yeah. I… I’m fine.” He stepped closer, his hand hovering near your arm as though debating whether to touch you.

For a moment, you saw something in his eyes—a flicker of genuine concern that sent your heart racing. You muttered a quiet “Thank you,” but he only nodded and turned away, leaving you with an unsettling mix of emotions.

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself increasingly drawn to Hoseok. His care for you, however begrudging it seemed at times, was impossible to ignore. He wasn’t the monster you’d initially pegged him as—he could be cruel, yes, but also fiercely protective and surprisingly thoughtful.

One evening, you had found Hoseok seated at his desk, staring at the reports before him. His fingers run through his hair in frustration. Another failed deal. Another betrayal. The day's losses have piled up, and he’s feeling the weight of it all. Normally, he could compartmentalize—keep his emotions in check, maintain control. But today, seemed like you were seeing an entirely different side of him.

The door creaked open. He didn't even need to look up; he knew who it is. You.

You'd been working with him for a while now—part of his inner circle, trusted, competent, but not someone he’d let too close emotionally. Until recently, things had changed. Maybe it was the way you always knew when something was off with him, when his temper was too short, when the pressure was mounting. Maybe it was the way you didn’t flinch when the violence around him got too real. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because, in your quiet moments together, you saw through the ice and stone he built around himself.

Today, you found him in a rare vulnerable state. His usual composure seemed to be gone—he was leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, looking lost.

"You okay?" you asked softly, standing in the doorway. He didn't respond immediately. The tension in the air was palpable. You were used to the cold, dangerous version of him. But this... this was different.

He finally glanced up at you, his gaze heavy. "No," he muttered, the word hanging in the air between you. "It’s been a long day."

You stepped closer, your presence a silent offer of comfort, a safe place amidst the chaos. The silence stretched, but was not uncomfortable—just heavy. The unspoken understanding between the two of you had always been there, but now, it was almost as if it was pulling you closer.

He stood up abruptly, pushing the chair back, his usual sharp movements somehow slowed, drained. "I don’t need sympathy," he muttered, his voice rough, like he was holding something back. "I just need… something to take the edge off."

For a moment, you don’t move. You could feel the weight of his words. The tension between you both was unbearable—too close, too intimate, a fine line you’d never crossed before. And yet, there was no turning back.

You take a step toward him, standing just within arm's reach. The air between you crackled with tension. Without thinking, you lifted your hand, brushing his jaw lightly, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Hoseok’s breath hitched, and for a split second, the hardness in his expression softened. He reached up, his fingers brushing against your wrist, guiding your hand down gently until it rested against his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips, the tension, the frustration still lingering in his veins. He was holding himself back, but for how much longer?

"Are you sure about this?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you could feel the pull between you.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a soft, tentative kiss. The kind of kiss that said more than words ever could.

Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands under your thighs, firmly guiding you into his lap. You could feel the weight of his body, the tension in every muscle, and the way his hands tightened around you.

His hands traced over your body with a mixture of reverence and possessiveness, moving to the buttons of your shirt. "You really think you can tease me like that?" His voice was low, laced with a playful challenge. His hands paused for a moment on your waist before undoing the buttons, pulling the fabric open just enough to expose the soft skin beneath.

"You’re not wearing a bra?" he teased, a grin tugging at his lips as he met your gaze. His hands roamed more freely now, his touch confident, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. "You’re full of surprises." He let his fingers skim over the soft skin of your breasts, the touch light but filled with intention. You let out small, soft moans with each graze.

The soft touches soon turned rougher as both of his hands were put to work, one on each of your breasts. He began fondling them, an expression of delight evident on his face.

"Fuck, who knew my little assistant had such beautiful tits?" He praised, his fingers beginning to twist around your nipples. The tingly sensations caused higher-pitched moans to escape your mouth, your hands gripping harder around his toned arms for stability.

You didn’t respond, allowing your breath to catch in your throat as you felt the heat radiating off him. You grinded your body against his, feeling his hard member under you. It tickled you, teasing you before it even got the chance to make an appearance.

He smirked, noticing the effect he had on you. "You really think you can just walk in here, all innocent, and not expect me to notice?" His lips brushed against yours as his hands roamed to your waist, pulling you closer still. "I don’t think you realize just how much trouble you’re in."

You met his teasing gaze with your own challenge, teasing him with a smile. "Maybe I like trouble," you moaned breathily. Your fingers grazed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric.

You tore it off of him, gliding your hands along his chest. Your hands lowered to his belt, tugging on it a bit. Your lips continued to reconnect, hands roaming along one another until Hoseok finally picked you up off of him. The two of you were now standing up, still practically devouring each other's faces. You took turns sucking each other's tongues, your pulse quickening by the second.

His lips brushed against yours once more, and as he deepened the kiss, you felt his hands move to the waistband of your pants, his fingers tentative at first, as if asking for permission. You nodded and not even a second after he grasped the waistband of your pants and pulled you closer, effortlessly tugging them down. The movement was quick, decisive, leaving no room for hesitation.

Your hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with an eager, but controlled urgency. The space between you was shrinking, the intensity of his touch making everything else feel distant. You slid out of your own bottoms, now standing before him in only the barest of clothing.

As the kiss broke, Hoseok’s eyes lingered on you, intense but with a hint of mischief. He gave you a slight smirk, his hands sliding down to your hips as he guided you toward the bed.

With a gentle but firm push, he helped you sit down, the bed soft beneath you. He stood before you for a moment, eyes flicking over your body, his chest rising and falling as he took in the sight of you. Then, with a quiet, almost teasing chuckle, he knelt in front of you.

“You won't be needing these anymore, right?” His gaze directed at your lace panties. His voice was low, a playful edge in his words. His fingers slid to the waistband of the garment pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion.

You shivered slightly as he discarded them, his gaze never leaving you. He stood again, his movements still confident and purposeful.

"Why don't you help me with this Y/N? You are my personal attendant." His hands cupped over yours, bringing them to the waistband of his boxers.

"Fuck, I'd love to." You said, your voice low and filled with longing, as you leaned closer. Slowly, you pulled them down, your breath catching as you were met with a surprising warmth and firmness.

His length was better than you could've imagined, its tip glossed with pre-cum. You admired it, every vein and crinkle of flesh. Your hand reached out to touch it before Hoseok interrupted you with an eyebrow raised, smirking with that dangerous grin of his.

“Getting eager, aren’t we?” His voice was low, almost a growl as you nodded impatiently. He didn't let you continue as his hands quickly found your hips, giving you a firm pull as he hoisted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, giving you immediate tingles from the direct skin contact.

Before you knew it, you were pressed against the wall, your back against the cool surface, but Hoseok's body was anything but cold. He gaze lowered as he positioned himself to enter you, before looking back up at you to assure your readiness. You nodded, biting your lip seductively in anticipation.

As soon as he got your approval, he roughly thrusted himself into you. You could feel him forcing your tight walls open, folds rubbing against the soft skin of his shaft. Your quiet exhales grew in volume, before forming into full-fletched moans.

Your body naturally moved with the rhythm of his, bouncing on his hard cock to increase the roughness of each thrust.

As the intensity of his movements grew, so did the volume of your moans. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as your lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. The sensation of his tongue dancing with yours only added to the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside you.

Hoseok's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he continued to drive into you with unrelenting force. The sound of your bodies colliding echoed through the room, a rhythmic slap of skin on skin that seemed to match the pounding of your heart.

Your back scraped against the wall with each thrust, but you didn't care - the pain was a distant second to the pleasure that was consuming you. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your muscles tensing in anticipation of the release that was to come.

Hoseok's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with an intense desire as he watched you unravel beneath him. His movements became more frantic, his thrusts shorter and more rapid as he chased his own climax. You could feel his cock swelling inside you, the pressure building until it became almost unbearable.

As Hoseok's eyes burned into yours, his voice dropped to a low, husky growl. "You're mine now," he whispered, his words sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to play with.”

"I always was, wasn't I?" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, but laced with a hint of defiance. You tried to sound brave, but your voice trembled slightly, betraying your true feelings. Hoseok's eyes flashed with excitement, his gaze burning with an intense desire, as he took in your response. He seemed to like the fact that you were standing up to him, even if it was just a little bit.

Hoseok's eyes never left yours as he took a step closer, his body towering over yours. You could feel the heat emanating from him, and your skin prickled with awareness as he reached out and grasped your hips. His hands were like grips, holding you in place, as he pulled you into him. You felt a rush of excitement as your bodies touched, and you knew that you were in for a wild ride.

He spun you around, pinning you onto the bed, his body covering yours as he gazed down at you with an unyielding intensity. His hand slid between your legs, stroking your inner thighs, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he touched you. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and you couldn't help but moan as he began to explore your body. You felt yourself getting wetter, your body responding almost immediately to his touch.

"How many can you take?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he slowly inserted one finger into you. You gasped, your body arching into his touch, and he smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Two?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation, as he slid another finger into you. You felt yourself stretching, accommodating his fingers, and you couldn't help but moan as he began to move them in and out of you. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As he fingered you, his other hand began to rub your pussy, a pair of two fingers applying gentle pressure to your clit. You felt yourself trembling, and you knew you were on the verge of something explosive. His fingers quickened in pace, stroking your inner walls, and you felt a sense of pleasure that you had never experienced before. You were so caught up in the moment, so lost in the sensation of his touch, that you didn't even notice when he added a third finger.

Your body coiled with anticipation in response to the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that were coming over you. His touch was like magic, weaving a spell of pleasure around you, and you knew that you were powerless to resist. You felt yourself trembling, your body shaking with pleasure, as he brought you to the brink of orgasm. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. Hoseok's fingers stilled, his hand ceasing its gentle rubbing, and you were left feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.

Hoseok's fingers slowly slid out of you, and he brought them to his lips, tasting the wetness that coated them. His eyes locked onto yours, a spark of desire igniting within their depths. With a gentle smile, he leaned forward, his mouth descending onto your sex.

His tongue dragged along your folds, tracing a slow path of sensation that left you breathless. As he reached the apex of your thighs, his tongue swirled around your clit, sending shivers coursing through your body. The pressure was building inside you, and you could feel yourself tightening with each passing moment.

The sight of him between your thighs was a lovely one, a position you never expected to find yourself in, despite the growing lustful thoughts you seemed to have for him. He kept his tongue extended, bobbing his head in a gentle rhythm as he licked you.

The sensation was intoxicating – the soft lapping of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sent waves crashing through your body. You felt yourself melting into the touch, your hips rising to meet the

Suddenly, Hoseok's mouth closed around your clit, suctioning onto it with a gentle yet firm pressure. You moaned out loudly as the sensation washed over you – the suction sending sparks flying through your nerves. Hoseok's response was to suck harder, his mouth closing tighter around your clit as he drew on it with increasing intensity.

The sound that escaped your lips was almost primal – a raw expression of pleasure that echoed through the room. Your body arched upwards, pushing against Hoseok's mouth as you sought more contact. The suction grew stronger still, until finally you felt yourself reaching the edge of climax.

As you crested over the peak and began to tumble down the other side, Hoseok slowly released his suction on your clit. His chest rose and fell with ragged breathing as he gazed up at you with eyes that burned with desire.

"Touch me," he whispered urgently. His voice was low and husky, and you knew exactly what he meant. "Didn't forget about pleasing your master, right?" he asked, his tone dripping with expectation and a hint of warning.

"Of course not, master," you replied, trying to sound calm despite the excitement building inside you.

"Good girl." He smiled, a small, satisfied smile. You reached down, your hand wrapping around his cock, and he let out a low growl of pleasure. His eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as he gazed at you, his pupils dilating with desire. As you held him in your hand, you could feel his cock growing harder and thicker, the veins standing out in stark relief. The skin was smooth and hot to the touch, like silk wrapped around steel.

You smiled to yourself as you began to stroke him, your hand moving up and down the length of his cock in slow, teasing motions. You took your time, savoring the sensation of having him in your hand. Your fingers explored every inch of him, tracing the curves and ridges of his cock. You could feel the pulse beating within him, a rhythmic throbbing that seemed to match the beat of your own heart. As you stroked him, Hoseok's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with ragged gasps.

After a few moments of stroking him, you leaned forward, your mouth opening to take him in. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and he let out a hiss of pleasure as you began to suck him.

His hands tightened around your head, holding you in place as he began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. His breathing grew more ragged, his chest heaving with excitement, and his voice dropped to a low, husky growl. The sensation was almost overwhelming - the taste of him filled your mouth, rich and earthy and utterly masculine.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, his words torn from his throat as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. "My slut is so good," he panted, his hands gripping your head tighter as he pulled you down further onto his cock. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?" He thrusted deeper into your mouth, his hips jerking upwards.

You couldn't respond with words, but your expression said it all - you were his, completely and utterly, and you loved every moment of it. Your gaze was filled with a mixture of adoration and submission, your eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement and pleasure.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you?" he growled. "You like feeling me deep in your throat." He thrusted his hips upwards, even harder than before, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "Take it all," he ordered. "Take every inch of my cock, princess." His words were like fuel on a fire, making you burn hotter with every passing moment.

Each thrust was like a wave crashing over you, basking in the feelings of bliss. Your mouth was stretched wide around him, but you couldn't help feeling a thrill of excitement at the way he was using you. The sensation was almost too much to bear, you couldn't help but crave for more.

Despite the pleasure that was building inside him, Hoseok's patience soon wore thin. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and grabbed your shoulders, pinning you back down onto the bed. His eyes blazed with need as he gazed at you, his face twisted with desire.

"I need you right now." he growled, his voice rough. You felt a sense of power, knowing that you had the ability to make him feel this way, and you reveled in it. In a swift movement, he flipped you onto your back and settled between your legs, his cock nudging against the entrance to your sex. His eyes locked onto yours, burning with an inner fire that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

"You're mine," he whispered urgently as he pushed himself inside you. "Every inch of this body belongs to me." His words were like thunder in the background. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was shameful, but all you could think about was the need to be used by him, to feel him deep inside you, to let go of everything and just give in to his desire.

Hoseok’s hand began blocking your head from banging against the headboard as he began to fuck you with a ferocity that left you breathless. The room was filled with the sound of your bodies colliding, the slap of skin on skin, and the heavy breathing that accompanied it. It was a primal, animalistic sound, and it only added to the excitement that was building between you. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his touch.

As you approached the edge, Hoseok's thrusts became faster and harder, his body pounding into yours with all his might. You couldn’t seem to contain the feelings of pleasure that spread throughout your body. And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, you came, your body exploding into a thousand pieces as Hoseok's cock pulsed inside you.

His hand held your head in place, his fingers tangled in your hair, as he watched you come apart beneath him. Your body vibrated with the aftershocks of your orgasm, as you felt the warm liquid fill you up, his cum spilling into you like a gentle flood. It was a sensation that was both comforting and exhilarating, as if his very essence was merging with yours. You felt his warmth spreading through you, a soothing balm that calmed your trembling muscles and left you feeling languid and relaxed.

As you lay there, embracing the glow of your orgasm, Hoseok's expression softened, his eyes filling with a deep affection. He caressed your face, his fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks and the line of your jaw, his touch gentle and soothing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, sweet kiss, and you felt your heart melt at the tenderness of the gesture.

For a moment, you two of you simply laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound being the gentle rhythm of your breathing. Then, Hoseok's face broke into a cheeky grin, one that you knew came with nothing but mischief.

“Wanna go again?”

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— taste of you [m] | pjm.

◦ summary ↠ getting yourself off to your childhood friend’s sexual escapades was definitely not on your radar, but seems like it should’ve been a long time ago.

◦ pairing ↠ jimin x reader

◦ word count ↠ 5.2k

◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff, angst-ish

◦ content warning(s) ↠ fuckboy!jimin, childhood friends to lovers, roommate au, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, thigh riding, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, oral sex, fingering, vouyerism (?), masturbation, alcohol consumption

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Sitting on the couch in the living room, you held a book in your lap, though you hadn't turned a page in the past twenty minutes. The soft glow of the late morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm light on the cozy apartment. The space was a blend of both you and your roommate, Jimin’s, personalities: your collection of plants thriving in the corners, and Jimin's eclectic mix of posters and musical instruments scattered about. A framed photo of the two of you at your high school graduation hung on the wall, a reminder of the years you had shared.

Your eyes kept drifting to the hallway, waiting for the inevitable sound of Jimin's bedroom door opening. The apartment was unusually quiet this morning, the calm before the storm. Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you heard the soft, murmured goodbyes. A minute later, a petite, pretty brunette emerged, looking slightly disheveled but clearly satisfied. She glanced at you with a polite nod, her high heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the front door. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee.

Jimin followed shortly after, wearing his usual post-hookup grin. His dark hair was tousled, and his t-shirt was slightly wrinkled. There was a certain smugness in his stride that was both infuriating and oddly endearing. He stopped in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Another one, huh?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow as you set your book aside. "Didn't you have a girl over just last night? What’s going on, Jimin? Suddenly in heat after being a big ‘ol virgin in high school?"

Jimin chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess I'm making up for lost time," he said, flashing you a playful wink.

You shook your head, unable to keep the smirk off your face. "Never thought I'd see the day. The shy boy next door turned playboy extraordinaire. What happened to you?"

He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "People change, you know."

As he sauntered into the kitchen, you followed, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. The kitchen was bright and airy, with sunlight streaming through the large windows. The small dining table where the two of you often shared meals was cluttered with the remnants of breakfast: an empty cereal bowl, a half-finished cup of coffee, and a plate with crumbs. Jimin moved to the coffee maker, his back muscles rippling under his shirt as he poured himself a cup.

"You sure you're okay with this?" he asked, turning to face you, his expression suddenly serious. "I mean, if it's bothering you, I can tone it down."

You forced a laugh, waving off his concern. "It's fine, Jimin. We're adults. You can do what you want."

But the truth was, it wasn’t fine. The more you tried to brush it off, the harder it became to ignore the growing tension inside you. Each night, as the sounds from his room filled the apartment, you found it increasingly difficult to sleep. The moans, the bed creaking, the unmistakable intimacy—it all sent a shiver down your spine, making your cheeks flush and your heart race. You’d lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to push the images forming in your mind aside. But the curiosity and arousal were impossible to ignore. You started seeing Jimin in a way you never had before, wondering what it would be like to be one of those girls.

Mornings became a minefield of awkward encounters. You’d bump into his overnight guests in the kitchen, exchanging polite smiles and trying to mask your discomfort. Jimin, for his part, seemed oblivious to your internal struggle. He would flash you his usual bright smile, completely unaware of the turmoil he was causing within you.

One morning, as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the girl Jimin had brought home the night before. She was stunning, with perfect hair and a confident air that made you feel oddly inadequate. You wondered what Jimin saw in her, and whether he had ever looked at you the same way. The thought sent a pang of jealousy through you, but you quickly shoved it aside, forcing yourself to act normal.

This newfound awareness of Jimin’s sexual escapades was driving you crazy. You found yourself unable to concentrate on anything, your mind constantly drifting back to the sounds and sights that had become a part of your nightly routine. The more you tried to ignore it, the stronger the feelings grew.

As the days passed, your curiosity began to flourish further and further towards lust, which it was already quite a lot of. You started paying more attention to Jimin, noticing the way his muscles flexed when he moved, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way his voice deepened when he spoke to his conquests. You were seeing him in a completely new light, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

That evening, after a particularly loud night of giggles and thumping from Jimin's room, you found yourself in the kitchen, brewing a pot of chamomile tea in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves. The door to Jimin’s room opened, and you heard soft footsteps approaching. You stiffened, your heart rate picking up as Jimin entered the kitchen, shirtless and looking annoyingly perfect despite the late hour.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter.

“Yeah, something like that,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He grinned, clearly oblivious to the turmoil he was causing. “Didn’t mean to keep you up,” he said, his tone teasing. “Or maybe I did,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, though a small part of you couldn't help but appreciate the sight of him. “You’re impossible, Jimin.”

He stepped closer, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him. “You know, if you ever need a distraction…” he started, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.

Your breath hitched. “Don’t joke about that,” you said, more harshly than you intended.

He looked taken aback, his playful expression fading. “Hey, I was just kidding. Are you okay?”

You sighed, turning away to pour your tea. “I’m fine, Jimin. Just tired.”

But you weren’t fine. You were far from fine, a potent mix of jealousy and desire taking root within you. It was like your body had a mind of its own, going into heat anytime you’d cross paths with him.

It felt strange to you, considering this was the boy you’d grown up with for such a huge portion of your life. You’d been by his side when he was an ultra nerd, when he wouldn’t dare make a move on a single girl. You’d never imagined you could ever see him as more than that, but here you were.

“Jimin, can I ask you something?” You felt your heart skip a beat.

“Anything,” he replied, his expression soft.

“Why do you do it?” you asked, surprising even yourself with the question. “All the girls, I mean.”

He seemed to ponder this for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just…easy, I guess. No strings, no complications.”

You looked at him, trying to keep your voice steady. “But isn’t it lonely? Doesn’t it make you feel empty?”

Jimin shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face. “Not really. I’m just having fun, you know?”

Your chest tightened, but you kept your tone light. “You’re not as invincible as you think you are, you know. One day, you’re going to meet someone who makes you want to risk everything.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe, but I’m not worried about that right now. I’m just taking things as they come.”

You nodded, though your mind was far from at ease. “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Jimin.”

He gave you a casual smile. “Thanks. And hey, don’t worry about me. I’m doing just fine.”

You forced a smile in return. “Yeah, I know. Just take care of yourself.”

And with that, you returned to your room, plunging onto the soft cotton sheets that covered your bed. The memory of his teasing words lingered in your mind. “You know, if you ever need a distraction…” His voice had dropped to a low, seductive tone, and though you’d laughed it off at the time, the suggestion had planted a seed in your mind.

Alone in the dim light of your room, your thoughts wandered back to Jimin. You couldn’t deny the magnetic pull you felt towards him, the way your body reacted to his touch, his voice, his presence. You found yourself imagining what it would be like to take him up on his offer, to let him distract you in the most intimate way.

Your hand drifted down your body, your breath hitching as you let your fantasies take over. You imagined the feel of his strong, thick thighs under you, the way they would flex and shift as you rode them. The thought made your pulse quicken, and you let out a soft sigh, your fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.

In your mind, you could see Jimin’s intense gaze, feel his hands on your hips, guiding you. The way his muscles would ripple under your touch, the low growl of his voice as he whispered your name. You imagined the way his thighs would feel beneath you, strong and steady, the friction igniting every nerve in your body.

Your breathing grew heavier, your movements more urgent as you lost yourself in the fantasy. The thought of being with Jimin, of feeling him in such an intimate way, sent waves of pleasure through you. You could almost hear his voice, feel his breath against your skin, the heat of his body enveloping you.

It wasn’t long before your fantasies reached their peak, your body trembling with release. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, your mind still filled with images of Jimin. The intensity of your desire surprised you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to turn your fantasies into reality.

The next weekend, Jimin knocked on your bedroom door, poking his head in with a grin. “Hey, you got any plans tonight?”

You looked up from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Not really. Why?”

“I’m heading to the club with some friends,” he said, stepping inside. “You should come with us.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “You know I’m not into that scene, Jimin. I’m fine here.”

He walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge. “Come on, you’re always sitting at home. One night out won’t kill you. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You sighed, setting your book aside. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t know what to do there.”

Jimin smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just let loose for once. Dance, have a few drinks, and enjoy yourself. I’ll be there with you the whole time.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “I’m really not sure. It’s not my thing.”

“Please,” he said, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes. “Do it for me? I hate seeing you cooped up all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Alright, alright. I’ll go. But if it gets too much, I’m leaving.”

“Deal,” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you to your feet. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I better not.”

As you got ready, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Jimin was right—you rarely went out, and maybe it was time to change that. You put on a nice outfit, something that made you feel confident, and met Jimin in the living room.

“Ready?” he asked, smiling warmly at you.

“Ready,” you replied, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

With Jimin by your side, you set out for the club, wondering what the night had in store.

The music was loud, the lights were dazzling, and the drinks were flowing. After a few shots, you felt more relaxed, the alcohol dulling your inhibitions. Jimin stayed close to you all night, dancing and laughing in a way that made you feel like you were the only two people in the room.

The club was packed, a sea of bodies moving to the throbbing bass that reverberated through the air. Flashing lights painted the room in hues of blue and red, creating an almost hypnotic atmosphere. You and Jimin had already downed a few shots, the alcohol buzzing warmly through your veins, making everything feel a little more vibrant and a lot less restrained.

You found yourselves on the dance floor, pressed close together by the throng of people. The music pounded around you, a sultry beat that seemed to dictate the movements of your bodies. Jimin's hands found your hips, pulling you against him, and you didn't resist. You’d never felt his touch in a way so intimate before. The feel of his body so close to yours was electrifying, and you let the music take over, swaying in perfect rhythm with him.

Jimin’s breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in to speak, his voice barely audible over the music. “You’re a really good dancer,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin.

You shivered, pressing closer to him. “So are you,” you replied, feeling bolder than usual. The alcohol had stripped away your inhibitions, leaving you more daring and less concerned about the consequences.

As the song changed to something even more sensual, Jimin's hands roamed a bit more, sliding up and down your sides, occasionally grazing the small of your back. Each touch sent a jolt through you, making your heart race. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, your bodies moving as one.

Your faces were inches apart now, and you could see the intensity in Jimin's eyes. There was something different about the way he looked at you tonight—something that made your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. His eyes flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you right there on the dance floor.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, his voice husky and filled with something you couldn’t quite identify—desire, perhaps, or something even deeper.

“Good,” you whispered back, the word escaping before you could think better of it.

The tension between you was palpable, a current that made every touch, every brush of skin against skin, feel like a spark. You weren’t sure how much longer you could stand it. The alcohol had dulled your fears but sharpened your desires, and all you wanted was to close the small gap between you and feel his lips on yours.

Jimin seemed to feel the same way. His grip on your waist tightened, and he leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching your ear. “You wanna head back?” he suggested, his voice barely more than a breath. “It’s feeling a little stuffy in here.” You nodded, simply wanting to be alone with him. You quickly bid your friends goodbye, before taking off.

Jimin took your hand in his, leading you through the crowd and out of the club, the cool night air hitting you like a shock after the heat of the dance floor. The tension between you was still there, simmering just below the surface.

The ride home in the Uber had been a blur, the tension between you growing with each passing second. You both sat close, his leg pressed against yours, the occasional brush of his hand against your thigh sending sparks through your body. You exchanged lingering glances, the desire in his eyes reflecting your own.

Back at the apartment, the door had barely closed behind you before Jimin was on you again, his hands on your waist as he backed you against the wall. The electricity between you crackled in the air, making every nerve in your body stand on end.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low and intense as he looked into your eyes.

You shivered, pressing closer to him. “I think I’m starting to get an idea,” you replied, breathless.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

The kiss deepened, growing more intense as the pent-up tension between you finally found release. His hands roamed your body, sending shivers down your spine with every touch. You could feel the heat radiating off him, matching the fire that burned inside you.

Just as things were escalating, Jimin suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily. “I can’t do this,” he said, his voice strained.

You blinked, trying to process his words. “What’s wrong?” you asked, your heart sinking.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I can do this with you.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your heart sinking at his words as your throat grew tight. “You do this all the time. Why is it any different with me?”

Jimin sighed, looking tormented. “Because it’s not the same. It’s... it’s different.”

You felt a mix of anger and sadness rising. “Different how? Were you not liking it?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said quickly, reaching for your hand. “I just… really care about you. And I don’t want to just have a quick, meaningless hookup with you.”

His confession left you stunned. “What do you mean?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I thought sleeping around would make it easier to stop thinking about you, but it’s never felt right.” Jimin took a deep breath, his voice tinged with regret. “I can’t treat it like you’re just another girl because you’re not. I’ve always wanted it to be you, but I knew I didn’t really stand a chance.”

You felt a lump in your throat, tears welling in your eyes. “So you’ve been avoiding me because you care about me?”

He nodded, looking both vulnerable and relieved. “Yes. I know it sounds messed up, but I didn’t know how else to deal with it. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

You took a step closer, your heart pounding. “Jimin, I want you too. I know I said it didn’t bother me, but it’s honestly been driving me insane. I couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever you’d bring all the girls in, you know?”

His eyes widened with surprise and relief. “You did?”

You nodded, feeling a mixture of hope and longing. “Yes. I wanted you, Jimin. I still do.”

The air between you crackled with unspoken desire as you closed the gap between you, your lips meeting in a kiss that was filled with all the emotions you had kept bottled up. This time, it wasn’t just about lust—it was about love and longing, and the connection you both craved.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Jimin’s hands on your back, pulling you closer. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. You both knew what you wanted. Jimin slipped his firm hands beneath your thighs, lifting you up in a swift movement, keeping his lips connected to yours. You locked your legs around his torso, arms placed around his neck.

His lips felt perfect against your own, the pillowy feeling of them pulling you deeper into the moment. You gasped for air every now and then, but were not given much of a break before the two of you were at it again, more passionate than before. Your fingers traced along the back of his neck as you were buried in each other’s faces, occasionally gripping at his hair.

“F-Fuck Y/N, I’ve wanted this so bad,” Jimin croaked, heavy breaths escaping his lips.

“Trust me, I have too.” You chuckled, pecking his nose before going back into his lips. You found yourself sucking on his bottom lip and had each other’s tongues periodically crossing the barriers between the two of you.

Jimin placed his hands at your ass, as if for a better grip on you, before carrying you over to his bedroom. The journey there was a shaky one, as neither of you could seem to separate from basking in the feelings of one another. Upon arrival, he set you on his bed, before pulling off his shirt and crawling atop you.

Your eyes followed him with delight, staring up at him with doe eyes that he couldn’t help but grin at.

“God, you’re so cute.” Jimin’s hand rose up to touch your face, his large thumb swiping along your cheek. He pecked the same spot, sending shivers down your spine. He then leaned back, his eyes taking in your form with a mix of admiration and desire.

Slowly, you tugged at the hem of your own shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Jimin's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, and his hands quickly followed, exploring the newly exposed skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, making your body arch into him with every caress.

Jimin's lips traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made you shiver. He nipped at your collarbone, eliciting a gasp from you as his hands roamed over your curves. You felt his fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra, and within moments, it was discarded, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his lips finding their way to your breasts. He took his time, savoring each kiss and lick, driving you wild with need. Your hands roamed over his toned back, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch as he continued his ministrations.

You couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands traveled down his torso, fingers tracing the lines of his abs before reaching the waistband of his jeans. You fumbled with the button, your eagerness evident as you finally managed to undo it. Jimin chuckled softly, a sound filled with both amusement and anticipation.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased, but his voice was thick with desire. He helped you with the rest, quickly shedding his jeans and boxers. The sight of him, fully naked and aroused, sent a jolt of anticipation through you.

He leaned back down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hands made quick work of removing the last of your clothing. Now, with nothing between you, the heat of his body against yours was almost overwhelming. You could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against you, making your own arousal spike.

Jimin’s hand slid between your thighs, his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping inside.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “I guess you really haven’t gotten any in a while.” A sly smirk appeared on his face as your face turned into a face of shock.

“Hey—!” you began, before you were cut off by his hand covering your mouth.

“Shh,” Jimin whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. “Let me take care of you.”

You moaned into his mouth as he pressed further against your g-spots. Your hips bucked against his hand as he worked you with skilled, deliberate movements. Every touch, every stroke, brought you closer to the edge. His fingers thrusted inside you, curling to hit that perfect spot that made your vision blur even harder.

Your moans grew louder, the sound filling the room as your body tensed, every muscle tightening in anticipation. Jimin’s other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers, adding another layer of sensation to the mix.

“Jimin, I’m so close,” you panted, your hips moving in time with his thrusts, chasing the climax that was just out of reach. He bit down gently on your earlobe, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you,” he growled.

The combination of his words, his touch, and the raw intensity in his eyes left you pooled with desperation. Your orgasm hit you with a force that left you breathless, your body convulsing around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his back as you rode out the climax.

Jimin didn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess beneath him. When he finally pulled his hand away, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied smirk.

“God, you taste amazing,” he said, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. You were still catching your breath, your body humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Jimin,” you breathed, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss. Your tongues tangled together, the taste of yourself on his lips adding to the intimate connection between you.

He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “Ready for more?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. “Always,” you whispered, your body already aching for his touch again.

It was not long before his lips were back in contact with your skin, trailing kisses down your body which left a scorching path from your neck to your navel. Every touch sent shivers through you, your skin tingling with anticipation. When he reached your thighs, he gently spread them apart, positioning himself between them.

“Jimin…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. The sight of him, his eyes locked onto yours with such intensity, made your heart race.

“I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like,” he murmured, his tone laced with eagerness. He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation made you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily.

“God, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place as he continued his exploration. His tongue moved with expert precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through you. He sucked gently on your clit, making your head spin and your breath come in ragged gasps.

“Jimin, please,” you begged, your fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to pull him closer. The need for release was overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. “Not yet, baby. I want to make you feel everything.”

As the intensity between you reached its peak, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked up at Jimin with flushed cheeks and a determined gleam in your eyes.

"Jimin," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper, "I want to ride your thigh."

His eyes widened in surprise, but a smirk quickly spread across his lips. "Hell yeah," he replied, his voice husky with seduction. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

You straddled his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin against yours as you positioned yourself just right. With a shaky breath, you began to move, your hips rolling against him in slow motions.

The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body with each movement. Jimin's hands roamed your curves, guiding you as you found a rhythm that drove you both wild.

You threw your head back, letting out a low moan as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. Jimin's thigh provided the perfect amount of pressure, hitting all the right spots and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Despite the immense feelings of pleasure, it didn’t seem to be enough, so you wanted more.

“I need you, Jimin,” you breathed, barely able to form the words as pleasure clouded your mind.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Aligning himself with you, he slowly pushed his length inside you, filling you completely. The sensation was both intense and intimate, making you gasp as your bodies finally joined.

Jimin set a slow, steady pace, his movements deep. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, building steadily until you felt like you might burst. His lips never strayed far from yours, kissing you with a passion that matched the intensity of his movements. The familiar sound of his headboard banging against the wall filled the room as his thrusts grew rougher. It was a noise you were used to hearing from the other side of the wall, but were now able to experience for yourself.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the waves of pleasure. The rhythm between you was perfect, a dance of desire and emotion that brought you closer with every thrust.

“Jimin, I’m gonna—” you cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

“Do it, Y/N. Come,” he urged, his voice a low growl.

The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with an intensity that left you trembling. Your vision blurred, your mind going blank as pleasure consumed you. Jimin continued to lap at you yet again, drawing out your climax until you were completely spent. Jimin held you close, his own release mingling with yours, the connection between you deeper than it had ever been.

Finally, he pulled away, crawling back up your body to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. As the waves of pleasure subsided, you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, your bodies still entwined. Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin.

“That was amazing, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with contentment. In that moment, everything felt perfect, the years of friendship and unspoken desire finally culminating in something beautiful.

Jimin chuckled softly, breaking the silence. “So, does this mean we can make this a regular thing?”

You laughed, playfully swatting his chest. “Are you saying you can’t get enough of me already?”

“Pretty much,” he grinned. “I don’t I could ever get enough of this.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as they drifted down the length of your body.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Neither do I, Jimin.”

With that, you both settled into a comfortable silence, cuddled close, bare skin against bare skin. As the night grew quieter, the rhythm of your breathing began to sync, and you found yourselves drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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— one of your girls [m] | jjk.

◦ summary ↠ when a fuckboy finds himself alone in a kitchen with you, it seems nothing innocent could ever come out of it.

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

◦ word count ↠ 3k

◦ genre ↠ smut

◦ content warning(s) ↠ fuckboy!jungkook, almost pwp, dom! jungkook, sub!reader, suggestive/explicit content, cream-pie, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, degradation, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, spanking, rough sex

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The night air was crisp as you and your friend, Mina, made your way toward the house towering before you. A mansion, almost, yet somehow the perfect place for a little unsupervised fun. You could hear a distant thump of bass, guiding you to the entrance of the place.

Mina’s boyfriend, Jimin, was a major party freak and was hosting a party — one that you’d be attending with her.

As you reached the front door, Mina squeezed your hand, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Are you ready for some fun? Jimin said this one was going to be wild.”

You smiled and nodded before the muffled sounds of laughter and chatter spilled out into the streets with the abrupt opening of the front door. Jimin greeted you both with a wide grin. He pulled Mina into a hug and quick kiss, before turning to you.

“Glad you could make it! Come on in, grab a drink, and enjoy.”

You stepped inside, the warmth and energy of the party enveloping you. The living room was packed with people, a mix of laughter and music creating an intoxicating atmosphere. You could see clusters of friends chatting, a group dancing in the corner, and others getting their early shots in.

“Hey, where’s Jungkook? Wasn’t he supposed to be coming tonight?” Mina nudged her boyfriend as if to signal something.

“Just the usual.” Jimin pointed towards the living room. You followed his finger to see Jungkook sprawled out on the couch, making out with some girl, his hand casually resting on her thigh. You quickly turned away, feeling like you were intruding on an intimate moment.

“You know, that could be you one day.” Mina teased, playfully. You roll your eyes but can't deny the rush of excitement at the thought. You've told her about your attraction to Jungkook, though you wouldn't call it a crush. It's pure, unadulterated lust. The man exuded sex, from the way he walked to the way he ran his fingers through his hair. Even the way he drank a glass of water seemed intentionally seductive.

“Yeah right,” you said. “Besides, we’ve barely spoken. It would be weird.”

“Come on, I could hook you up. Just say the word,” your best friend replied, shooting a wink at you. You shook your head, though the thought was tempting. Your interactions with Jungkook had been minimal, limited to polite small talk at best. Yet you still found yourself gravitating toward his energy.

Later in the evening, you found yourself alone in the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink. The party was in full swing, and you decided to take a moment to collect your thoughts. As you sipped your drink, you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you saw Jungkook standing there, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“Mind if I join you?” his deep voice shocked you out of your thoughts. You found yourself biting your lip as his figure approached you, quickly bringing yourself to nod. He moved closer, the proximity making the air feel charged. He leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Having a good time?” you asked, unsure of how you were meant to start a conversation with the dude you’ve been lusting over all night.

“I was, but I think it just got better.” Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes lowering down to your body. You felt your cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He took a step closer and his body was almost brushing against yours.

“You know, I’ve seen you around at these parties. We never really got to talk.” Jungkook started again.

“Yeah, I guess we’re always just… around.” you replied, licking your lips. Jungkook’s hand creeped up your side as his fingertips lightly trailed down the skin of your arm. The slight touch sent tingles through your body, making you throb beneath your panties.

“We should change that though, don’t you think? I’ve been wanting to get to know you a little better.” With his gaze piercing into your being, you suddenly averted your eyes. When your eyes returned to him, you found yourself ogling his built figure. His arms were decorated with a sleeve of tattoos, the art perfectly enhancing his shape. It wasn’t long before your eyes traveled even lower to see a bulge in his pants. Your eyes widened slightly as you took a deep breath at the sight.

“Looks pretty, doesn’t it?” he caught you staring, but didn’t seem to mind it. If anything, his luring stare seemed to be pulling you in even more. “Why don’t you be a good girl and touch it for me, Y/N?”

You were caught off guard by the request, but couldn’t help but want to give in.

“R-Right here?” you looked around at the empty kitchen the two of you were standing in. The air was tense. You felt like you could almost smell how aroused you were. Despite the sound of music booming in the background, it felt like you two were the only ones there.

Jungkook pulled you from your thoughts by gently lifting your chin with his fingers, guiding your gaze back to him. His hand then lowered to wrap around yours, the weight of your hand disappearing as he lifted it, guiding it towards his pulsating lower region.

The room somehow felt still and silent, despite the multitude of noise present beyond the thin walls of the kitchen. You could hear and feel his warm breaths on your skin.

Your eyes looked back up to meet his, before taking control of your hand. You pressed your hand against the length in his pants, cupping it to better feel its girth. Your hand trailed up and down the cloth surrounding his crotch to feel its entirety, feeling it twitch against your palm.

It was big.

A low groan escaped his mouth as you applied more pressure, his eyes locked onto your every movement. You began to inch lower down his crotch, but were abruptly interrupted by the loud voices of a couple of people approaching the kitchen. Both of you, startled, scrambled to look normal.

"Quick," he whispered urgently, his voice still husky with desire.

You hastily adjusted yourself and tried to calm your racing heart. The voices grew louder, and just as the door swung open, you both managed to compose yourselves, leaning casually against the counter as if nothing had happened.

You turned to the door to see Jimin bursting in with a bottle of soju in one hand and a silly grin on his face, definitely a few too many drinks in. Mina followed closely behind him, her hands placed on each of his shoulders as if to direct him during the sloppy state he was in.

"Hey Kook, I was just looking for you!” Jimin exclaimed, clearly oblivious to the tension that had filled the room moments before. Mina looked at you with an eyebrow raised, a smile creeping up at her lips. “What have you two been up to in here?” Jimin continued, nearly tripping as he stepped through the doorway.

"I was just getting a drink and ran into Jungkook here.” you replied, forcing a smile and hoping they wouldn't notice the flush on your cheeks or the slight tremor in your hands. “So yeah, we’ve just been… talking.”

"Well, we're about to play some beer pong, so you should come join unless you're off to go have some orgy or whatever else you do," Jimin said, crossing his arms as if to wait for Jungkook to come.

Jungkook turned to you, his voice still carrying a trace of that earlier huskiness as he said softly, "I'll see you around," before following his friend out of the kitchen. You reconnected with your best friend Mina, who seemed to have the “tell-me-everything” eyes.

You waited for the boys to leave before spilling everything to her.

A couple days later, you decided to hang out with Mina and Jimin at your house. The plan was simple: bake cookies and watch a movie together.

Mina arrived first, her arms laden with shopping bags. "I got everything we need," she announced, setting the bags down with a flourish.

"Where's Jimin?" you asked, as you began unpacking the ingredients.

"He'll be here later," she replied with a casual wave of her hand.

You nodded, and the two of you set to work, chatting and laughing as you mixed and measured. Just as you were rolling the cookie dough into balls, the doorbell rang. You wiped your hands on a towel and hurried to answer it, surprised to find both Jimin and Jungkook standing there.

"Hey—uh, come on in," you said, eyes immediately darting to Jungkook’s figure in the doorway. He had a slight upturn of his lips as you stepped aside to let them pass.

As you walked back to the kitchen, you shot Mina a questioning look and mouthed, "What is he doing here?"

Mina just shrugged and grinned.

The two guys set bottles of soju on the table, and soon the room was filled with their laughter and banter. Mina leaned closer to you. "I figured you two wouldn't get to see each other much unless I butted in, so I brought him here for you," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Eventually, Mina clapped her hands together dramatically. "Oh no, I forgot the ice cream at the store. Babe, could you come with me to get it?" Her eyes turned to Jimin.

Jimin agreed, and Mina turned to you with a wink, yet again. "You two can prepare everything without us."

The thought of being alone with Jungkook sent a thrill through you. He caught your eye and smiled as Mina and Jimin left, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. You heard the front door slam shut, allowing the feelings of tension to fill the room.

Jungkook moved closer to the counter where you were working, his presence warm and reassuring. "Need any help?" he asked, his resonant voice echoing against the walls of the now empty kitchen.

"Sure," you replied, handing him a ball of cookie dough through shaky hands. "You can start rolling these."

The two of you worked side by side, the silence comfortable yet charged with unspoken words. The scent of vanilla and chocolate filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the oven and the sound of your quiet breaths.

After a few moments, the two of you were practically done rolling and placing the now-rounded cookie dough pieces onto the baking tray. You picked the metal tray into your hands and slipped it into the oven before shutting it closed.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook broke the silence. "About the other night," he began, his tone serious and eyes intense. “We never really got to finish what we started, huh?” As he spoke, he stepped closer and closer, the space between you diminishing by the second.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the memory of the moments between the two of you flooding back with startling clarity. You swallowed hard, searching for the right words to respond, unsure of where this conversation might lead.

“I’ve been wanting to play with you,” he said, a hint of desire lacing his words. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. Your breaths matched his, growing heavier with anticipation as he drew nearer. “How’s that sound?”

“I-I think that sounds amazing,” you uttered, your voice barely a whisper, your nerves tingling with excitement. Jungkook's large hand cupped the side of your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he lifted your face to meet his.

As your lips met in a heated kiss, passion ignited between you, consuming every thought and sensation. His tongue danced with yours, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. Lost in the moment, you melted into his embrace, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair.

His touch became bolder, his hands exploring every inch of your skin with a hungry fervor. You gasped as his fingers trailed lower, grazing your inner thigh before teasingly moving closer to your center. With a sudden boldness, he pulled the band of your pants, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. As his fingers slid across your clit, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, mingling with the heat of the moment. His movements were slow at first, but began to quicken as your moans increased in volume.

He seemed to be just missing your clit, as if he was intentionally circling around it. You bit down on your bottom lip as short, high-pitched whimpers spilled forth from your mouth, as if begging for him to touch you where you needed him.

“We’re getting needy now, I see,” Jungkook said with a seductive tone as his pace slowed down, as if to tease you even more. “Where do you need me, Y/N?” You could detect the smirk on Jungkook's lips, revealing his evident enjoyment as he watched you sink deeper into the state of desperation he'd induced.

“I-I need you to fucking rub my clit, p-please!” Your facial expressions contorted to match the sensations of ecstasy that surged through your body. You eagerly thrusted your hips, pressing your pounding heat against his fingers, seeking to amplify the pleasure.

“Fuck, keep doing that, Y/N.” He muttered between kisses, the encouragement merely heightening your arousal. “You like using my fingers to please yourself, don’t you, dirty whore?” You nodded enthusiastically. You could feel yourself reaching your climax as his pace increased.

“I-I’m gonna come!” You yelped before releasing, gripping tighter onto Jungkook’s figure. You let out a deep breath and were left panting from the overwhelming collection of feelings.

“God, you’re soaked,” Jungkook growled, pulling his fingers from your pants. Your wetness was apparent on his fingers, which were now held up to your face, glossed with your arousal. “See how tasty you are for me.” Your lips closed around Jungkook’s fingers as they entered your mouth, allowing the taste of your own secretion to melt onto your tongue.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, quickly lifting off his shirt to reveal his toned figure. Your eyes widened, surprised by the quality of his build. You knew he had a good body, but you’d never gotten the chance to see it for yourself, only heard things through what other girls have said about it.

“Strip.” he ordered, his voice carrying a distinct authority. Without hesitation, you complied, your hands reaching for the hem of your top and pulling it over your head. With no bra to hinder them, your breasts spilled forth, a sight that clearly pleased Jungkook. As you discarded your bottoms and panties, he removed his pants. He was left in his boxers, but you could see the outline of his manhood peeking through. You swallowed, unable to conceal your excitement. With a swift motion, he removed his gray boxers, allowing his thick, hard member to spring out.

It was the perfect size—not too big, not too small. It had a slight curve, and you were already imagining what it would feel like inside you.

"Your cock looks..." you licked your lips, "...really nice."

"Bend over," he commanded once more, his eyes directing you to the counter in front of you. You obeyed, feeling the cold surface against your skin as you leaned over. Jungkook swiftly positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your waist firmly. His tip teased along your folds, slipping and sliding before finally plunging into your wet heat. You moaned loudly at the sudden penetration, feeling yourself clench tightly around his length.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," he groaned, his head falling back in delight. He withdrew slowly before thrusting back in, each movement growing rougher yet maintaining a deliberate pace. With every plunge into your depths, you couldn't help but let out a series of involuntary sounds.

"F-Faster,” you whined, desperate to feel more of him inside you. He complied, increasing his speed and force, pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. The intensity left you breathless, your mind unable to form a coherent thought as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“You take my cock like a filthy slut, don’t you?” His hand met your ass repeatedly, each spank eliciting a wince of pain that mixed with the pleasure coursing through you. You hummed in response, basking in the feeling that consumed your body.

He eventually decided to switch positions, flipping you over into missionary. Your hands propped you up from behind as his hands wrapped around your thighs. "Now I can see that pretty face of yours as I rail the fuck out of you." He resumed thrusting, his eyes fixated on your breasts as they jiggled with each powerful movement. The sight fueled his excitement even further.

One of his hands reached up to play with your tits, his fingers pinching and flicking your nipples. The soft, ticklish sensation added another layer of pleasure, intensifying the level of your already high arousal.

With each subsequent thrust, you found yourself growing closer to your climax yet again. "I-I’m close," you stammered.

"Fuck, me too. Cum with me, Y/N." You allowed your body to be directed by him, your release lingering at the brink of your core before unleashing itself. Simultaneously, Jungkook’s cock exploded into your crevice, the warm fluids mixing with your own.

"Ah, that felt so good," you said in relief as you got up and composed yourself. He helped you off the counter, assisting you in gathering your clothes and cleaning up.

As you finished dressing, Jungkook smirked. "We should do this more often," he teased, giving you a playful wink just as the doorbell rang. Your head shot up, startled by the sudden arrival of your friends

You shared a knowing look and a quick kiss before heading to the door. Opening it, you greeted Jimin and Mina, who walked in with a few shopping bags in hand.

"Hey, did we miss anything exciting?" Jimin asked with a grin.

You and Jungkook exchanged a secretive smile. "Oh, nothing much," Jungkook replied casually. "Just a bit of… redecorating."

And with that, you welcomed your friends inside, feeling a lingering thrill from your recent escapade.

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— bodyguard [m] | knj.

◦ summary ↠ amidst a swirl of emotions sparked by a jealous encounter at a ball, it seems like guarding isn’t the only thing your bodyguard will be doing to your body.

◦ pairing ↠ namjoon x reader

◦ word count ↠ 3.2k

◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff, angst (barely)

◦ content warning(s) ↠ bodyguard au, daddysgirl!reader, bodyguard!namjoon, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, suggestive/explicit content, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), cunnilingus, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm

a/n: it has been way too long but i am here :) enjoy!

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Your legs were glued together, fingers tracing the detailing on your dress as you trembled in the backseat of your dad’s car.

Why did I even agree to this? You couldn’t help but think to yourself.

Your dad was one strong man. Not physically. Not emotionally. But the man’s social status was beyond imagination. Since the man had grown up networking his way to success, he’d wanted you to do the same for yourself, rather than mooch of his own accomplishments. And sure, he could just be looking out for you, protecting you from becoming just another nepo baby out in the world, but you were too nervous for this.

One of the largest networking events in Seoul was to take place in about 30 minutes and you would not be saved from it. In fact, you were on your way there.

Your young, but fairly attractive bodyguard, Namjoon, had offered to take you. While the experience would be shy of a nervous wreckage, you were still relieved he’d be there with you. A single familiar face is better than none.

“You okay?” You were instantly interrupted in the midst of your thoughts. You could see Namjoon’s eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y-Yeah, sorry, I’m just super nervous about this whole thing.” You heaved a sigh. “How do I know if people will even like me after this? What if I just make a complete fool out of myself?”

You could hear a soft chuckle leave Namjoon’s mouth.

“You’re just overthinking, Y/N. I know you’ll do great.” The boy reassured you with a smile. You returned the smile before turning to your side to see you’d already arrived. The smile on your face quickly faded.

Namjoon got out of the car and scurried over to open your door, assisting you out of the car. Your legs instantly weakened as soon as you stepped out—the nervousness was definitely getting to you.

You stared blankly at Namjoon who was waiting until you’d situated yourself to continue forward. Seeing him out of the car, you gave yourself a moment to take in his appearance. The sleek suit he wore hugged his broad shoulders and emphasized his strong physique, something you never noticed before. His dimples were out as his lips curled upward into a soft smile. You realized you were probably staring at him a little too long and decided to break the silence.

“Sorry, haha, I’m ready to go now.” You straightened out your dress before putting out a thumbs up.

“As you wish, captain.” The boy cheekily nodded before turning to the side with his arm out to direct you ahead.

Upon stepping into the ballroom, you realized how fancy this place truly was. The ballroom unfolded before you like a scene from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, casting a cascade of golden light that danced upon the polished marble floor. Tables adorned with fine linens and sparkling silverware were strategically placed, surrounded by elegantly dressed guests engaged in animated conversations.

Upon your entry, you were immediately greeted with a bow and offered a glass of wine by a waiter dressed in fully white attire. You took the glass in your hands and made your way to your seat with Namjoon following closely behind.

The echo of your own name disrupted your thoughts as you plopped down into your seat. Startled, you looked up, and there, standing before you, was Taehyung. It took a moment for recognition to dawn, realizing that the familiar face belonged to a boy you used to be really good friends with in your younger days.

Back when you were 7-8 years old, you and Taehyung were inseparable, spending countless hours playing together. However, life took an unexpected turn when Taehyung had to relocate to Switzerland with his dad when you turned 13. The departure, though abrupt, was an inevitable change that left behind fond memories of your shared childhood adventures.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Taehyung said, placing a hand on your exposed shoulder before trailing it down to your lower back. Namjoon’s eyes instantly directed to Taehyung’s hand placement, a hint of sourness becoming apparent on his face.

“It really has, I was starting to think you might’ve died.” You joked, your playful tone cutting through the subtle tension.

“Hey, I wouldn’t die without telling you. We had some pretty great memories back then, you know?” Taehyung reassured you, but your attention was drawn to his lingering gaze, which traversed the entirety of you before settling back on your face. “You look great, by the way.”

“Thanks, I try.” You replied, trying to keep the conversation casual as you subtly shifted away from his lingering touch. The atmosphere held a mixture of nostalgia and the present with Namjoon’s watchful eyes capturing every detail.

“You know, I’m actually back in Seoul again. I’d love to meet with you sometime, maybe not with so many people around.” Taehyung suggested with an eyebrow raised. “You up for it?”

Namjoon cleared his throat, interjecting, “Sorry to bother, but I think Y/N is needed for something.” The interruption carried a hint of possessiveness but the huskiness in his voice was oddly attractive. “I’m sure she can get back to you later.”

“Oh okay, no problem then.” Taehyung seemed disappointed, but complied anyway, moving his eyes to you. “I’ll see you around then?” With two fingers, he flicked outward from his head to signify his parting before walking elsewhere.

Filled with curiosity, you turned to Namjoon. “What’s the thing you said I’m needed for?” The boy’s eyes widened slightly before he began to scrunch his face in a bit of discomfort. “I actually think I might’ve made a mistake with that, I apologize Y/N.”

“Don’t worry about it okay?” You replied. He nodded, unable to make eye contact with you.

Throughout the night you spoke to a variety of different people: people you’d known long ago, people you’d never met, and people you’d only ever think to meet in your dreams. After a long, tiresome night, it was finally time to head back home.

As you made your way towards the car, the air felt charged with an unspoken tension. Namjoon held the car door open, but there was a subtle stiffness in his demeanor. As you slid into the seat, you couldn't ignore the silent discomfort that lingered between you and Namjoon.

During the drive, the atmosphere inside the car was palpably different. Namjoon's usual ease seemed replaced with a quiet reserve. The hum of the engine filled the space between you, accentuating the unspoken tension. It wasn't long before you couldn't resist addressing the shift in the air.

"Namjoon, is everything okay?" You asked, your voice gentle but concerned.

He glanced at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Yeah, everything's fine," He replied, but the unease remained evident.

"No, something's off. You've been acting a bit distant," you pressed, your intuition picking up on the subtle changes.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "It's just... seeing you with Taehyung back there. I couldn't help feeling a bit... jealous."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, "Jealous? Namjoon, he's just an old friend."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I know, it's irrational. But seeing you with him, it triggered something. I guess I just... care about you more than I thought."

The revelation hung in the air, and as you processed his words, a warmth crept into your chest. "Namjoon, you don't have to be jealous.”

As the car eased into a secluded spot, the quiet darkness enveloping you, you couldn't help but voice the thoughts that had been lingering in your mind. The revelation about Namjoon's jealousy had opened a door, and now it was time to let your feelings be known.

"I have to admit," You began, a playful glint in your eye, "I couldn't help but eye you all night. You looked so good in that suit, and, well, I've always had a bit of an attraction to you, both emotionally and, I can't deny it, physically."

Namjoon's eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and a spark of something else. The air between you shifted again, this time with a newfound acknowledgment of mutual desire

“You mind if I join you back there?” The sudden comment by Namjoon caught you by surprise and you could feel your cheeks grow hot. You nodded your head enthusiastically, moving over to make space for him in the back as he made his way over.

The back door opened and closed behind Namjoon who was now sitting right beside you, his face inches from yours. His intense stare remained connected with yours as you took this time to admire his face. Somehow, he managed to look even better up close. The soft creases into his face where his dimples were became visible as a small grin creeped upon his lips at the sight of you.

He seemed to be growing closer to you, nodding his head as if to ask if he could continue. You nodded back and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. His hand cupped the side of your face, guiding you into a rhythm. The kiss was slow and passionate with a bit of roughness to it.

You both reveled in the sensation as your hands explored each other's forms. Your hand slid down his chest while you slowly pressed the rest of your body closer to him. Your leg was swung over his thigh, his hand gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Namjoon growled, pulling his face back to admire yours. His face was soon found buried in your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin beside your collarbone. You felt tingles as his tongue wet your skin, sucking harder and harder. He parted from your neck not allowing much time to pass before making contact with your skin yet again.

His hand that was on your thigh slid down your frame to lift your dress up. It was then that you could feel the warmth of his hands on your ass cheeks. He used the tips of his fingers to trace circles into your skin, shooting a stimulating sensation throughout your body. You whimpered out, thrusting your hips against his crotch as if to beg for more.

Soon enough, Namjoon’s hands found their way to the back of your dress, fingertips fixed on your zipper. He pulled it down and helped you remove the dress, eyes glued to your figure. The sultry look in his eyes was enough to leave your panties drenched, something he seemed to have noticed upon the removal of your dress.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Can I touch?” He requested, removing the suit jacket off his own body.

“Yes, please touch me. I need you right now.” You begged, your face scrunched up in ecstasy. Namjoon’s face brightened up at your keenness.

“Mind if I use my tongue? It’s dying to taste you.” His hands seemed to be a step ahead as they were already gripping the band of your panties, quickly pulling them down your legs.

As you were about to respond, Namjoon’s face was already between your legs, his tongue pressing right against your clit. A high pitched moan escaped your mouth at the sudden sense of pleasure that exploded within your body. Without warning, his tongue slid right over your clit yet again, before making tiny circles around the area. He’d tease around the flesh before swiping his tongue against it harder than the last time, leaving you moaning breathlessly.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out in pleasure, grinding your hips against his tongue to accentuate the feeling. You pressed Namjoon further into your pussy with your hand that was placed at the back of his head, desperately wanting to feel more. He could feel your desperation and only went harder and faster. You could feel the tension slowly building up as you grew closer and closer to your release.

Your head was thrown back in delight and you basked in the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

“N-Namjoon, f-faster, please!” You could barely manage to get the words out, panting and moaning uncontrollably. Namjoon adhered to your guidance, quickening the pace and pressure of his tongue’s movements along your folds, focusing most of it on your clit. “F-Fuck, I’m close!” You whined, nearing your finish. Responding to your feedback, Namjoon decided to suck hard on your clit, something that seemed to just flip a switch inside of you. Almost instantly, you could feel yourself entirely give out. A profound, pulsating euphoria seemed to course through your veins, rendering you utterly consumed by the sheer bliss that embraced you from head to toe. You came.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” Namjoon pulled back with a huge grin on his face, licking his lips.

“Do I now? So when do I get to taste yours?” You teased.

“You want it?” Namjoon looked down to his own crotch where you could see a boner battling to escape his tight black dress pants. You nodded eagerly, not wasting any time before beginning to unbuckle his belt. Once you were able to get the belt off, you threw it off to the side to continue unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He slid them off his legs, left with his black boxers on. He hurriedly unbuttoned his dress shirt before nearly ripping it off his body.

With his shirt and pants out of the way, you were able to make out the outline of his shaft. It looked way bigger than you’d imagined, something you can’t help but admit to wondering about in the past. You found yourself near salivating at the pure thought of the man’s length, quickly fixing your hands on the band of his boxers.

“You’re quite the eager one, aren’t you? Why don’t you say please for me first, princess?” The mere usage of the nickname had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“Please, Namjoon. Let me suck your cock.” Your enchanting eyes seemed to work perfectly on Namjoon as he placed a soft kiss on your lips before letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. Go right ahead, it’s all yours.” You pulled down at the band of Namjoon’s boxers, revealing his long, hard cock. It sprung out as soon as the band had fallen below it, as if waiting for your mouth to find its place on it.

As its outline had previously displayed, his manhood was indeed big. It had a slight curve to it and was a rosy shade of pink with veins taking shape along it. After indulging in your moment of admiration, you positioned your face before it, wrapping one of your hands around the bottom of his shaft. You looked up at him before proceeding, noticing the way his lustful eyes followed your every movement.

Wanting to start slow, you stuck your tongue out, gliding it along his hard member. You started with a small area but went back again, licking from the bottom of his balls to the tip. He let out a low grunt as you noticed his cock twitch in excitement. You quickened your pace, watching Namjoon’s face respond to the contact of your tongue.

“You’re so good at this, fuck.” Namjoon moaned, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were locked on you as he watched you have your way with his cock. After you’d gotten enough of the licking, you decided to go even further, placing your lips atop his throbbing hard-on. You could taste the pre-cum that lightly coated his tip, scaling his cock further into your mouth. You tightened the suction of your lips, bobbing your head up and down to a steady rhythm.

“You know, I never thought I’d get to see your pretty face on my cock.” Namjoon uttered breathily in a low tone. “I’m a lucky guy, aren’t I?” Too caught up in pleasing him to respond, you continued to suck and began stroking his cock at the same time to increase the pleasure. Namjoon was starting to grow close and you went faster, wanting to make him cum faster. Before he could finish, he pulled himself out to which your head turned up to stare at him with a confused look on your face.

“I’d rather save my cum for your pussy. Don’t wanna miss out on seeing you all filled up.” Namjoon placed a kiss on your lips before directing you further. “Lean back and spread those legs out, princess.”

You quietly but swiftly followed his directions.

“You’re on the pill, right?” Namjoon questioned, with a bit more of a serious expression. You nodded, allowing him to proceed. He positioned his crotch in front of yours before slowly inching his dick right into your hole. You moaned loudly upon his entrance, which was followed by several other thrusts.

The thickness of his shaft filled you up entirely, allowing you to feel its every detail and contour against your walls.

“F-Fuck your cock is so b-big!” You whimpered as Namjoon continued to slam his meat faster and deeper into your moist cave, with no sign of slowing down.

“Yeah? Tell me more, Y/N. I wanna hear how good my cock makes you feel.” Namjoon’s alluring tone had you captivated.

“I like how it f-fills me up! A-And how l-long it—aah!” You struggled to get any words out, but tried to remain compliant.

“It does fill you up, huh?” Namjoon smirked as you couldn’t help but moan out. He was relentless with his thrusts, going harder and harder. He didn’t seem to be tiring out whatsoever and was pressing further toward your g-spot with every thrust. The sight of his toned torso and thrusting hips into you was a view you just couldn’t get sick of.

“Fuck, Namjoon!” You screamed out as he slammed his tip against your g-spot. You could feel the contact of the flesh send tingles throughout the rest of your body and could only grow desperate for more. “Please, d-don’t stop, faster!” Your pressing whimpers only motivated Namjoon further. He seemed to really be getting the hang of it as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, helping you rapidly grow even closer to a finish.

“A-Ah, I’m close, Namjoon! I-I don’t think I can hold it!” You whinged as Namjoon thrusted even faster. Your moans grew in pitch and volume as you reached your climax, realizing that Namjoon had also reached his own when you’d felt a warm runny liquid seep out from your core.

You were left panting, as was Namjoon, the two of you left with the giddiest of expressions on your face. As the lingering bliss settled between you and Namjoon, a comfortable silence enveloped the air. He gently placed kisses on your forehead and lips, and despite the intimate moment, a hint of shyness crept in, painting your cheeks a rosy hue.

In the quiet aftermath, Namjoon broke the tranquility with a nervous laugh, his gaze meeting yours

"You don't think your dad will fire me after this or anything, right?"

a/n: unedited but i hope you guys still like! feel free to leave thoughts and comments woo

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[divinelyparkjimin]

Hiya! I hope the requests are still opened for the BTS. I just got done trying some clothes on, an was wondering if you could write something about the reader going through body changes. Ive been working out an gained weight, and from someone that had major body issues when they were young. Learning to love my new changing body can be.... Difficult an sometimes I go back to that younger hateful mentally. And was wondering how the other guys would react to it or sometime. Hope that makes sense.

bts reaction to you being self-conscious of your body

a/n: ahhh i completely understand where you’re coming from. i too struggle with self image so i’m really excited to provide my take on the boys’ reactions to this request :D i send lots of love and support and remember — you’re beautiful !!

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♡ KIM SEOKJIN

You eyed yourself in the mirror of your room, heaving a sigh as you prepared yourself for the event your boyfriend had invited you to attend. Sometimes it felt like you couldn't recognize yourself in the mirror and you couldn't help but feel disgust at the mere sight of yourself. Your head dropped into your palms in dejection.

As you did so, you felt a pair of warm arms graze against your sides, slowly tightening around your waist. You looked up at the mirror to see Seokjin, chin rested on your shoulder.

"You look amazing princess." He whispered, breath hot against your ear. You fought back the smile that tugged at the sides of your lips.

It wasn't long before his plump, wet lips made contact with your neck. He pressed delicate kisses along your skin, his own little way of showing how much he absolutely treasured you.

"I just know you're gonna be the prettiest girl in the whole room once we get there." He chuckled, turning you to face him. "And if you don't, I better make sure you feel like it."

♡ MIN YOONGI

When Yoongi heard you crying in your room, his heart dropped. He knew exactly what you were thinking and he wished he could shield your mind from all the negative thoughts that seemed to clutter your headspace. He wanted to help you, but comfort wasn't his strongest suit. He tried to peek into your room quietly, but the loud croak of your wooden door seemed to catch your attention in an instant.

He hurried to your side, taking a seat on your bed beside you.

"I know I don't really understand what you're feeling right now, but I just want you to know that I'm here for you." Yoongi rubbed the smalls of your back in circles, pressing a kiss to your head. "Whenever you're ready to, please help me understand what you're feeling."

"Thank you so much." You smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Anything for my beautiful girl."

♡ JUNG HOSEOK

Social media was the doom of your own self-consciousness. Seeing so many pretty girls left you feeling like a bum. You could only wish to look as picture perfect as the people you saw, looking down at your own body with a pout.

Hoseok noticed the way you looked at other girls, the envious look on your face being something he just couldn't miss. He fell onto the bed beside you, tossing your phone to the side and he engulfed you into a tight hug.

"Get over here beautiful." He kissed your forehead with an endearing smile, pressing your cheeks together with the palms of your hands. "You're beautiful, okay? Your body, your face, your everything — it’s perfect. No other girl could compare to you.” He snuggled his head into your neck, sucking softly at the skin.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

♡ KIM NAMJOON

Your body sparked with pleasure as your body twirled around Namjoon’s. Namjoon loved cuddling and it was something that practically became ritual for the two of you. He loved to run his fingers along your body, leaving you with tingles all over. As much as you did like the feeling, you couldn’t help but feel insecure under his touch sometimes.

You weren’t the same as you were before and you hoped his feelings for you still remained. Your fluctuating weight was something that seemed to occupy your mind quite often, especially when you were with Namjoon.

What if he didn’t like you in the same way anymore? If he was less attracted?

Gloomily, you lightly brushed his hand off of your body, tilting your head up to meet his gaze with a pout.

“Hey, you know that I love every single part of you?” He took your hand in his own, holding it between the two of you.

“If it’s you, I wanna love it. No matter what you look like, I know I’ll love it.” You chuckled, placing a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

♡ PARK JIMIN

“I just don’t know what to do,” Your hands covered your eyes that were presently spilling with tears. “I can’t stand looking at myself.” Jimin hurried to your side, sliding his arms around your figure. You looked up at him, eyes covered with the burning sensation of crying.

“Trust me baby, I understand. You know I’m the same, but we’ll get through this, okay?” His thumb slid under your eyes, allowing your tears to coat his skin. He flicked them a way with a giggle. “Whatever it is you wanna do, I’m here by your side.” You snuggled into his warmth, basking in the feeling of it.

“Thank you so much.” Your words were muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but it was audible enough.

“We’re a team!” Jimin chanted. “Let’s work toward better and more confident days together.” He took your face in his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

♡ KIM TAEHYUNG

Shopping. It was a bittersweet activity for you. Sometimes you liked it, sometimes you absolutely despised it. The painful process of finding a super cute top just to be utterly disappointed by how unflattering it looked on your body. Today, seemed to be yet another day of doing so.

You were out at the mall with your boyfriend, Taehyung, who was helping you shop for your friend’s birthday party later that night. Your eyes scanned the clothes that peeked through the glass windows of each store, not really finding anything that caught your eye.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself stopped in front of a store, eyes glued to the pretty dress displayed on one of its mannequins. Taehyung noticed this, watching as a pout formed on your lips. With your shoulders sunken, you dragged your feet forward, in attempt to pass the store. As pretty of a dress as it was, you just knew you weren’t fit to wear it. You couldn’t stand the sight of yourself sometimes. Taehyung could read the sad expression on your face, tugging gently on your hands to keep you from walking further.

“You want it, don’t you?” He pointed to the dress you were eyeing earlier. Not meeting his gaze, you nodded. “I’ll get it for you.”

“No no no, you don’t have to do that—“ You cut the boy off, latching onto his arm to pull him away from the store. He didn’t budge.

“I wanna get it for you though!” He whined, pouting cutely. You couldn’t help but let a smile take form on your lips at the sight of your adorable boyfriend. “You don’t have to wear it now. You can just keep it in your closet until you feel comfortable wearing it. I’ll be right here with you along the way.” He cupped your cheeks with both of his hands, batting his eyelashes. How could you say no?

“Fiiine.” You gave in, trying to hide your excitement. “Thank you baby.” You pressed a long kiss onto Taehyung’s lips.

“Don’t thank me, I’m the one that gets to see you in it.” He winked, receiving a playful slap to his arm at his foolishness.

♡ JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook was back at it again, playing Overwatch, as he did. You knew how much he loved gaming, so you often sat beside him and watched. It was a pretty cute game – was colorful, had nice graphics, and had a cool concept. You liked everything about it – except the fact that all the girls were hot.

You knew it was dumb, but watching Jungkook so invested in the game had you feeling a teeny bit insecure. The girl he played was named "Widowmaker" from what you had seen, and she was definitely popular within the community for being sexy. Her outfit was skin tight, boobs nearly out, and her figure was seemingly perfect. You could only dream of looking as nice as her. Your head dropped to the bed as you let your thoughts get the best of you. You were getting all riled up over a video game character. How lame could you be?

"You okay babe? Why the sad face?" Jungkook noticed the shif in your mood, eyes focusing away from his game, and onto you.

"It's dumb. Probably not even worth mentioning." You shrugged it off, trying to avoid the boy's stare.

"Hey, if it's bothering you, it's important to me." His finger tilted your face toward himself, gently brushing against your skin.

"I just get insecure looking at ... all the pretty girls in your game. I just wish my body could stay looking like that all the time." You turned your body away from Jungkook, embarrassed at your own words. "i just hope you still like my body. I know it's lame, I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey, don't say that. You're prettier than all of them." Jungkook set his controller to the side to give you his full attention. "They're not my girlfriend, you are. And my girlfriend is sooooo hot." He placed his two hands on each of your shoulders as he pushed your figure back onto the bed. His body hovered over your own as he began to leave a trail of kisses down your neck.

"Need me to show you?"

a/n: tysm for reading <3 lmk what you guys think and feel free to check out my other works down in my masterlist!

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[divinelyparkjimin]

hey, hope you’re okay :(

we are currently talking about stuff rn :”) i am just super sad and confused

[divinelyparkjimin]

— fuckmates [m] | kth.

◦ summary ↠ after walking in on your roommate jerking off to you, you can’t seem to get him off your mind.

◦ pairing ↠ taehyung x reader

◦ word count ↠ 2.8k

◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ roommate!taehyung, friends to lovers, swearing, dirty talk, pretty much pwp, vouyerism, masturbation, sexual tension/awkwardness, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, vibrator go zoom, degradation kink, teeny bit of praise kink, humiliation, size kink, very minimal breast play, face fucking, rough sex, hair pulling, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: second post woo, it’s a little short but we got it :) lmk what you guys think! <3

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It was just another grueling day of work and you were finally at your tipping point. Customer service was the devil’s incarnate and you were absolutely sure of it. And to make matters worse, you did not have the tolerance for even half of it.

Yeah sure, maybe you were overreacting. But after a scummy old woman had thrown her scorching hot coffee onto you for making it “too hot,” you were just about done for the day. It was all too hard to hold back the profanity you wanted to fire toward the woman, but you needed this job and you really needed the money. All you could do was stand there with a blank expression, drenched in the dark brown liquid that seeped into the fabric of your white uniform. Your frail hands hung to your sides, quickly balling up into tight fists.

Your manager came rushing from the back and you quickly released your grip on yourself. While the customer was simply compensated with a free drink for the “inconvenience” you caused, you were met with a long and frustrating scolding and were simply told to just go home early for the day. And frankly, it was exactly what you needed. You swiftly changed out of your wet clothes and rushed home.

You twisted your key into the rusty keyhole of your shared apartment. You lived with a college friend of yours, Kim Taehyung. The two of you met in your statistics class a few years back and he had practically passed the class for you with the amount he helped you. Since then, you’d grown closer and ultimately decided to share an apartment together. Rent was way too much for the measly pay you received from your job at the cafe. And that’s what brought you to where the two of you are now.

You couldn’t wait to rant to Taehyung about your absolutely horrid day at work, scampering over to his room. You tore his door open without a thought, only to be met with the sight of him sunken into his chair, hand wrapped around his exposed cock.

“Tae! I’m home earl—holy fuck!” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you took in the sight before you. On his laptop was a photo of—you. Taehyung’s mouth gaped open as he slammed his laptop closed, hurriedly pulling his pants back up. You slapped your hands onto your eyes as he did so, feeling your entire body flush with embarrassment. “Can I open my eyes now?“ You stammered, unable to escape the startled feeling that had just flood through your body.

“Yes, you can look.” The boy’s head hung low as you slowly removed your hands from your eyes. “Look Y/N, I’m so sorry, I—I thought you were at work and I—“ You cut the boy off.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can just move on and pretend this never happened.” Lies. You just saw your roommate wanking his cock off to a photo of you. There was no way you’d be able to get that out of your head. Not for a while, at least. “Well I guess I’ll see myself out so you can—uh—clean?” You mentally slapped yourself for making the situation even more awkward than it already was, plodding out the door.

You had your back against the wall as your stood beside Taehyung’s door. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you could feel your cheeks grow hotter by the second. You placed your hand on your chest and took a deep breath in.

You rushed to the kitchen to make ramen for the two of you. You wanted to get your mind off of things, but you just couldn't seem to stop replaying what you had seen in your head. He wasn't just masturbating to porn, he was masturbating to you. A photo you had recently posted on your private Instagram story. It was definitely a more provocative photo, as you were in lingerie, but you didn’t think he’d see it as anything more than just that.

You had never seen him in that way and you didn't think he'd ever see you in that way. Maybe it would make sense for any man to get horny over a girl in lingerie. You just didn’t think it could be you.

Was it the first time he's touched himself to you?

You swiftly turned away from the stove upon hearing a set of staggering footsteps enter the kitchen. Your eyes followed the sounds to see Taehyung standing right at the doorway to the kitchen area. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of gray sweatpants, an outfit he wore quite often. You couldn't seem to help your wandering eyes that locked onto the outline of his thing in his pants.

You thought back to what it had looked like when you had walked in on him and as much as you didn't want to admit it, it was the nicest you’d ever seen. It seemed to be just the right length and the perfect amount of thick. Something in you wanted more of it. You could feel the arousal pooling up between your legs at the mere thought.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Taehyung piped up, breaking into your mentally blank state. Your eyes darted back up to his face, finally becoming conscious of the fact that you were blatantly staring at his dick. There was no way he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m really sorry—“ He began.

“I told you it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it, okay?” You reassured, visibly nervous through the shaky delivery of your words. “We’re still good. Still great friends.” You responded with a smile, awkward, but good enough.

“Sooo, want me to help you with that?” Taehyung rushed to your side, noticing how you struggled to carry the large pot of ramen in your hands. Your muscles tightened under his touch, leaving you frozen in place. You tore it back from his grip to take to the sink yourself.

“I—I got it, Tae.” You muttered, eyes glued to the floor to hide the blush that tainted your cheeks. You felt a little bad after rejecting his offer instantaneously, but you hoped he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Upon finishing your concoction of ramen, you placed two bowls in front of the two of you to eat. It was pretty much silent throughout the entire meal. So much you had to turn on the TV to kill the deafening silence.

After one painfully long and awkward lunch, you found yourself back in your room, sprawled across your bed. You were really horny. And rightfully so, for your roommate. You knew it was wrong to be feeling this way about him, but it was all too hard to resist. Before you could stop yourself, you reached into your nightstand, pulling your light blue vibrator out. You wasted no time before pulling your pants and panties down, pressing the vibrator against your pulsating clit.

You spread your legs further open, imagining Taehyung’s face right between them. Avidly, he grazed his tongue against your moist folds. You moved your hips in motions that had his tongue slathered all over your pussy. You upped the intensity of your vibrator to match the image in your head, feeling euphoria all throughout your body.

“Fuck, mmm, Taehyung—ah!” You bit your lip to suppress the moans that fought to escape your mouth. The picture of him stroking his cock to you suddenly popped in your mind and you simply wished he was in you right then and there. You wanted him pounding into your wet holes, using you to please himself.

You were being more than loud, despite doing your best to avoid doing so. Your pants and moans were surely loud enough for Taehyung to hear and it seemed to be driving him crazy. He was in his room next door, and hearing the small whines and moans of his own name coming from your lips felt like a dream come true. Your moans sounded exactly as he’d imagined and he just wanted to make you his already.

As if by instinct, Taehyung’s hand found its way around his stiff shaft, moving vigorously in vertical motions to please his growing arousal for you.

“Ah—fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” You whimpered as you reached your climax. Taehyung noticed your moans come to a halt, replaced by heavy panting. He hadn’t yet finished, even from before, and it was killing him. When he thought you had already finished, he was taken by surprise when your quiet moans slowly edged themselves back into the air. You were still going?

Your sounds grew louder once again, except this time he could hear how wet you were. You were inserting something inside of you and it was hammering right against the wetness of your vagina. The slapping sound was enough to get him off itself, but he wanted to see you. Not just a picture, but you.

After getting enough of teasing himself simply listening to you, he decided to take matters into his own hands and approach you himself. There was no way you were being this loud unless you wanted him to hear.

“Aaah—ah—ah!” You felt yourself grow closer again, increasing the speed of your pumping. Taehyung slightly creaked the door open to see you spread out on your bed, legs spread wide open. The view of your glistening pussy was like a work of art to him, he didn’t want to take his eyes off of it.

Your eyes were closed, so you hadn’t noticed the boy’s presence in your room. Taehyung could only admire how beautiful you looked, all needy for him. The way you inserted your vibrator into your dripping wet pussy got his cock even harder. His dropped his pants right below his waist and stroked his cock with you. The room filled with the naughty sounds released from the two of you, growing hotter by the second.

Your eyes blinked open for a second, startled by the sight of Taehyung in your room, touching himself to you, touching yourself to him. You grabbed your sheets, throwing them over your exposed body, not that you really had to at this point.

“T—Taehyung? How long have you, uh, been in here?” Your eyes slowly trailed from his face down to his pink cock, tip wet with anticipation. Anyone could see it in your eyes that you wanted him, and he most definitely wanted you.

“No need to ask questions, let’s get straight to it, yeah?” You paused before nodding eagerly, watching as Taehyung ripped the white shirt from his torso, tossing it to the side. You moved the blanket that hugged your body over to the side, feeling the cold air wisp against your skin. “What a good girl, didn’t even need me to ask, huh?” Taehyung’s large hands caressed your sides, getting a nice hold on it as he lifted you into a seated position. His large figure hovered over your own, making you feel small beneath him.

He pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your lower lip to inch a moan out of you. His hands fondled with your breasts, pulling at your nipples. Desperate, filthy noises came out of your quivering lips as his hands played with your body. Suddenly, he paused his touching to back up off the bed.

“Come suck my cock for me, bitch. Now.” Taehyung growled. Your eyes were glued to the cock that twitched against your face.

“It’s b-big.” It bounced up in excitement as you got closer to it, shuddering as you gently flicked your tongue against the tip. You glided your tongue further down his length till you reached his balls, taking them in your hands. You gently squeezed and massaged them, lips parting to take his cock in your mouth. He filled every inch of you, slowly thrusting himself in. He started slow, allowing you to savor the feeling.

“What a filthy slut, got all needy touching yourself to me?” His thrusts slowly grew harder and faster, to the point you could feel his wet tip hitting the back of your throat. You sucked in a breath between each thrust, eyes watering at the overwhelming feeling. “And here I thought you were so innocent. But my little whore was just imagining my cock buried in her the whole time huh?” Taehyung gripped at your hair, forcing himself further into you. You bobbed your head as his cock slipped in and out of your mouth at a merciless rhythm. It wasn’t long before a milky white fluid came shooting right out, secreting itself onto your tongue. You swallowed it right down, backing away to look up at the man before you.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well princess.” Taehyung gently pet your head, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Let me treat you now kitty.”

“Yes, please.” You urged, desperately spreading your legs open for him to explore. He lowered himself to your thighs, not wasting any time before pressing delicate kisses into your heat. Your body tingled at the feeling as you let out a series of airy breaths. Taehyung suddenly halted, leaving your core begging for more.

“Sit up. I want you to watch me eat you out.” He ordered. You positioned yourself back up from the laying position you were previously in. Taehyung dug his face right back between your legs, his sloppy tongue working through your folds. You hummed aloud, back arching at the sudden bursts of pleasure. His tongue glided over every part of the tender flesh, leaving your sweet spot wet with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal. “You taste so fucking good Y/N. Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“I—Aah, fuck—fuck!” You attempted a response, Taehyung latching his mouth right onto your clit as you did. Your words had been reduced to whimpers and cries, unable to form a single thought besides Taehyung.

“Aww can’t even talk? It feel that good?” Taehyung teased, inserting two fingers into your opening in place of his tongue. “Tell me how good it feels whore. Tell daddy how much you love being finger- fucked by him.”

“I—It feels g—g—mmm—good!” You could barely get the sentence out to be legible, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Sorry, what was that kitty? I couldn’t understand.” Taehyung taunted with a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

“Fuck, T—Taehyung—I can’t—aah!” You whined out, tilting your pelvis up to allow his fingers into your g-spot. Taehyung pumped harder, ramming into it over and over. “I—I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck yes you are.” Taehyung sped up, watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure, eyes rolling back. You felt all the tension in your body snap as you were overtaken by your release. You were left panting, processing everything that had just occurred. You closed your eyes momentarily, but were quickly broken out of your thoughts as you felt something wet brush against your clit.

You sat up to see Taehyung’s large cock positioned right at your opening.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” Taehyung chuckled. “I wanna fuck you.” Your heat was still sore from the roughness of his fingers slipping in and out of you seconds ago, but you still wanted more.

“Then fuck me already.” You insisted, laying flat on your back. Taehyung held your legs to each of his sides, stuffing himself right inside you. You’d never had anyone as big as him, and you could clearly feel your slit adjust to his size with each thrust. You moaned out in pleasure, tits bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his brutal pace.

“You know when I saw you in that lingerie, all I could think of was me fucking you like this.” Taehyung whispered, bucking his thick cock further into your hole. You clenched around him, increasing the friction of his length with the walls of your pussy.

“Fuck—Taehyung!” You screamed out. The room was filled with the sound of his balls hitting against your ass. Taehyung gripped your thighs harder, allowing himself to get better control over his thrusts into you.

“You love being pounded by me, don’t you?” Taehyung growled, plunging harder into your sensitive cluster of nerves. “Such a fucking whore for me.” You cried out in ecstasy, unable to fathom the essence that threatened to erupt from his hard cock.

“Yes, fuck!” You screamed out as your folds were doused with Taehyung’s warm cum, simultaneously reaching your own climax. Taehyung dropped onto the bed beside you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips.

“Well, that was fun.” The boy giggled as he turned to face you. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting to do this with you.” Taehyung let out a heavy sigh of relief, hand resting on his chest.

“So that wasn’t the first time you’ve masturbated to me?” You inquired, eyes widening in surprise.

“Nope, but it sure will be the last.” Taehyung winked. “I’ve got my own little fucktoy now.”

“Fuck off.” You nudged him away playfully. In spite of your teasing, Taehyung got up to his knees, bouncing his cock right up in your face.

“Say that again bitch, I dare you.”

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Hi sweetie! I love what you're doing with your fics by sharing them! Would love to read and maybe reblog but please don't put the whole 5k words out there without a cut. Those keep reading things? It's so painful on mobile. But good luck with your fics! looking forward to see more of your work

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— like i want you [m] | jjk.

◦ summary ↠ setting your nerdy best friend up with a girl from your class was the biggest mistake you ever made.

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader (namjoon x reader for like a second)

◦ word count ↠ 5.4k

◦ genre ↠ smut, angst, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ best friends to lovers, nerd!jungkook, fuckgirl!reader, college au, suggestive/explicit content, swearing, praise kink, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, light dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, orgasm denial, pet names, very slight humiliation kink, breast play

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"Netflix and chill, my ass. If he likes Batman so much, why doesn’t he just go fuck him instead?” You sighed vehemently, eyes rolling at the mere thought of the disappointment of a date you had last night. You were in the living room of your old studio apartment, pacing back and forth as you ranted to your best friend Jungkook.

What seemed like what was going to be the best sex of your life, had gone to waste—all because of Batman. Yes, Batman.

The boy’s name was Namjoon Kim. You crossed paths with him a few times across campus and heard your fair share of rumors on his supposed flawless performance in bed. You’ve heard girls gush over his ‘monster cock’ and how he knew exactly where and how to please them and it all sounded far too tempting. You couldn’t help but take on the offer when your friend, Mina, offered to introduce you to him.

He specifically stated that he wanted to Netflix and chill with you but when it came to it, there was practically no chilling—just Netflix. Sure, the two of you did make out a little but he cut it before it could get any further. If he could sleep with all these girls, why not you? Now you were stuck at home, adding yet another tally to your mental board of days fraught with unbearable sexual frustration.

Your mind had been in such a complete daze that you had forgotten about your best friend sitting right before you, listening intently to all your meaningless talk.

“Isn’t he just trying to be respectful? Maybe the guy’s just got some class.” Jungkook questioned, head tilted to the side in confusion. He often called you nit-picky for your taste in men, and he was probably right.

"Respectful? I’m not sure I’d say that.” You threw your head into your hands, remembering that surely wasn’t the case. In fact, the boy’s hands lost themselves under your blouse a few times as you were making out. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his inability to go any further with you. "Yeah, maybe he's a nice guy, but honestly, I just want some dick." Jungkook chuckled, trying to hide his cheeky smile.

You plodded onto the couch beside Jungkook and locked your eyes with his before continuing.

"… Don't you ever get a little horny?"

"Huh—I mean, yeah, I guess." Jungkook's cheeks flushed in an instant, stumbling upon his words. "Obviously I get horny and uh—watch porn, but I haven't really wanted someone like that for a while..." You cringed at the thought of your best friend jacking off, quickly diverting your thoughts from the visual that was being painted in your mind. Yeah, you were close, but you never really asked about that side of him. He knew a whole lot about your sexual encounters, but you never really got the chance to listen to him talk about any of his, if there were any.

"Now be honest, when was the last time you got some?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as the reds of the boy's cheeks became radiant along his skin.

"You know... back when I dated that girl in our junior year of high school. The super short one with bangs." You recalled the petite girl that used to follow Jungkook around school. You caught them alone together multiple times but you never would've thought that they'd have slept together.

"It's been that long? Come on, you gotta do better than that." You nudged him, pulling your phone from your jacket pocket. "Look, I'll find you a girl right now." Jungkook snatched your phone from your hands and shut it off before placing it back down on your lap.

"Hey, I'm not like you — I can't just sleep around with people like that. I'm way too shy and you know that,” Jungkook avoided your gaze. You could tell this conversation was making him nervous, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

He wasn’t the most expressive person but you somehow managed to get things out of him. When you first met him, he was the same. Always seated tightly in the back of the class, a book in his hand. He was the token “quiet nerdy kid” that every class had. You were assigned to sit next to him in your pre-algebra class and somehow the two of you, despite being polar opposites, became the bestest of friends. Who knows where the two of you would be now if you hadn’t been seated where you were. Though the loved the boy with your whole heart, you did wish he’d let himself loose at times too.

“I’m not telling you to sleep around…” Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing it was exactly that. “—hear me out, there’s this one girl that’s been eyeing you for a while. You’re a lot more popular than you think.” Jungkook‘s eyes shifted to you for a second, slightly intrigued, before darting straight back to the floor.

Gaze still directed to your marble white floors, Jungkook stammered quietly, “W-What’s her name?” You giggled to yourself. He was excited about this and it was written all over his face. His flustered expression and wandering eyes gave it away.

“Jennie Kim.”

His eyes widened momentarily. She was one of the prettiest girls in your class and he did admire her from a distance from time to time. Her body was said to be “chiseled by the gods,” every curvature seeming near-perfect.

“You’re joking, Y/N.” Jungkook scoffed. He didn’t want to believe it and find himself caught in a potential prank you were pulling on him. This hesitance was soon put down as you passed him your phone to him, displaying various text messages of the girl swooning over him. “There’s no way…”

“See! You totally have a crush on her!” You playfully punched Jungkook’s arm.

“It is not a crush, I’m just shocked she likes me.” He affirmed. “… but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and talk to her.” You turned to Jungkook, placing your palms upon the soft fabric of his shirt, one on each shoulder.

“There’s a party tomorrow night. Message her and ask if she’ll be there.” You advised the boy who was visibly anxious. “But you gotta flirt and talk to her first, okay?” Jungkook nodded slowly, though it still felt unclear to him.

“I’ll figure it out. I gotta go now though, I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?” Jungkook said before propping himself off the couch. His hand dove onto your scalp, ruffling your hair up in circles before speeding out the door, giggling. He really hasn’t changed has he? You chuckled to yourself.

The evening of the next day, you sat before the vanity in your room, fixing up your makeup and hair. You had already agreed to go to the party with the guy from your last date, Namjoon, and you were hoping for something more than just a heated make out session—as amazing as it was. He was hot and smart and honestly, such a catch. You couldn’t help but feel excited for the night to come, despite the disappointment you were left with after your first date. You had higher hopes for this one, fingers crossed that things would go at least a little further than last night. As considerate as it was of him to wait, he left you a horny mess.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you sent a text to Jungkook to remind him of the party, but it seemed he was already on his way there. For someone that would show an hour after nearly every hangout or event, you were shocked. You texted a quick, ‘omw’ before heading out.

The house belonged to the president of some fraternity at your university, Taehyung Kim. You weren’t too close to the guy, but the two of you saw each other often at parties. You thought you were wild, but he was on another level. You didn’t mind it though.

When you arrived, you searched the crowd of people for familiar faces. The room reeked of alcohol, heat filling the air from the friction of people’s bodies rubbing against one another. The kind of atmosphere that’s strange at first but feels somewhat natural at the same time. You tried to fit yourself though the thinnest of gaps between people, finally making your way out as Taehyung popped right into your vision.

“Would you look at that? My favorite person’s here!” He swung his arm over your back, the boy’s inescapable scent of alcohol consuming you. The two of you knew very well that you weren’t close but you were sure it was simply the alcohol speaking on his behalf. “Can you pleaaase come drink with me? Tell Jungkook to join too!” The boy pouted, hands cupping your cheeks. You chuckled at Taehyung’s foolish behavior, lightly petting his fluffy brown hair.

“Hey, I’d really love to but someone’s waiting for me.” You politely turned down Taehyung’s offer, slowly tearing his arm off of your shoulders. You strolled away swiftly, scanning the crowd yet again. Your eyes finally landed upon Namjoon, the face you had been longing to see. He was leaned back against a wall, arms crossed. As you maneuvered your way over to him, you noticed Jungkook standing beside Jennie in the distance, arms laced with hers. He raised his hand up to wave to you with a bright smile, but as you were about to wave back, Jennie called his name, instantly diverting his attention. You didn’t think much of it, returning your attention to the tall man in front of you.

Namjoon’s cheeks lifted with a smile as soon as his gaze met yours, placing his hands on your waist to engulf you in a warm hug. He was wearing a button up shirt, most of it unbuttoned to showcase his abdomen and it definitely made you feel things. You placed your hand on his chest, letting your fingers wander the depths of his skin.

“I’m glad we got to meet again. You look really hot.” Namjoon smiled, evidently admiring the way your dress hugged your waist. The neckline dipped low enough to show off your cleavage and Namjoon couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of it. “I couldn’t get you out of my head since we last saw each other.” His voice was deep and raspier than you remembered it.

“You look amazing too.” You responded, hands sliding lower down his shirt.

“You’re a bold one huh?” He smirked, hands lowering down your waist. “I can do that too, you know?” Chills ran through your skin as you felt his hands make their way down to your ass.

“Do it then.” You bit your cherry tinted glossed lips, watching Namjoon’s eyes constantly fixing onto them.

“Fuck, can I kiss you?” He pulled your body closer to his and you could feel his length touch your stomach through his pants. You nodded, as he instantly placed his lips on yours, massaging your ass as he did so. When the two of you pulled away momentarily, you noticed Jungkook seated on a couch with Jennie at the edge of the couch, practically on his lap. His hand was caressing her thigh and something about the sight made you feel weird inside. Jungkook made eye contact with you and averted his eyes almost immediately, an expression of annoyance and sorrow appearing upon his usually soft features. Was he upset at you? A strange feeling began to pit within your stomach. Jealousy. As a friend or as a woman? You weren’t sure yet.

"You okay?" Namjoon held your face between his fingertips, shifting your face back toward him. You grinned back at the boy.

"Yeah sorry, I got a little distracted—" You uttered, being cut off by a peck to your lips.

"Don't worry, okay?" Namjoon reassured, arm locking around your waist. He leaned toward your ear, rubbing the smalls of your back. "I really wanna fuck you right now." He whispered.

The two of you didn't waste any time as Namjoon had locked his grip around your wrist, leading you to a room. He pressed your delicate body onto the bed before attacking your lips with his own. He kissed a trail down your body, gripping at ends of your dress. He looked up at you, to which you nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but you wanted to get your head off of things.

Even with Namjoon right in front of you, touching you, the only thing on your mind was Jungkook with Jennie. You were the one who set them up, there’s no way you could be jealous … right? You snapped back to reality, scrunching your eyebrows up in discomfort at the thoughts currently circling through your mind.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Namjoon lifted up your dress to reveal your floral white laced panties. He stripped the white buttoned shirt off his body before pressing his fingers against your clothed folds. His fingers rubbed the sensitive area in a circular motion as you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans that were soon reduced to small whines.

"You can let it out, I wanna hear you moan for me." Namjoon asserted. Something must've been wrong in your head because all you could think of was what Jungkook was up to. Your best friend. Maybe he was already having sex with Jennie by now. You were fine with it before, but why did it bother you now?

"Y/N?" You were broken from your thoughts by Namjoon who looked up at you with a puzzled look. Your eyes were welling up with tears, swelling up. "You don't look too okay—sorry if I was moving too fast, uh, we can stop if you want—" You lifted yourself up from your laying down position.

"It's not that, I just don't wanna do this to you." You tugged your dress down and stood back up onto your wobbly feet. "I'm really sorry," Your head hung low as you rushed, fighting back tears. Namjoon tried to follow you out as he threw as his shirt back on, losing you in the crowd of people. Namjoon turned back, falling into the vision of Jungkook who seemed to be staring darts into his soul. With only the sight of you running away from Namjoon, Jungkook could only assume something had happened. Quickly excusing himself from Jennie, he ran out the door and followed behind you.

You hurriedly let yourself into your apartment, sinking into the soft cushions of your couch. You couldn’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing right now. Images of him fucking Jennie were all that flooded your head. How could a measly childhood crush from so long ago affect you like this? You were aware of your past feelings for him, but you never thought you could still have any left. It took seeing him with someone else to realize that.

A text sound dinged through your phone. You grasped your phone in your hands, staring blankly at the blue message displayed on your screen.

Bunny Boy

Hey, you okay?

[Sent 11:07pm]

You shut off your phone screen, flipping your it over, backside facing upwards. You tried to close your eyes but were interrupted by yet another ding.

Bunny Boy

I'm outside.

[Sent 11:12]

Soon after receiving Jungkook’s messages, you heard knocks at your door. You sprang up from your couch, slowly making your way to the front door. You pressed your face against the door, poking your eye into the peep hole. There stood Jungkook, nervously tapping his foot against the carpeted floor of your hallway. The ambiguous expression on his face left you apprehensive, hoping things would be okay between the two of you. His face was painted with worry and annoyance.

Your hand hesitantly wrapped itself around the silver handle of your door, debating on whether you should let the boy in or not. You weren’t sure if you could face the reality of the situation, but it sure wasn’t very mature of you to ignore it either. You couldn’t avoid him forever. He was your best friend after all. You mustered up all the courage within you and twisted the door open in one swift motion.

Your eyes dropped to the floor, only allowing yourself to the view of Jungkook’s black boots. It felt like there were strings physically restricting you from lifting your head to meet his eyes and the feeling was suffocating.

"...Can I come in?" Jungkook questioned in a soft voice. To ask such a question seemed unnatural to him, considering the unlimited access he usual had with your apartment. He'd usually pop in and out whenever he wanted, earning his fair share of scoldings by you for invading an adult woman’s privacy. It seemed he avoided doing so after noticing the apparent tension between the two of you. You nodded without a word, turning around into your apartment.

"Why are you crying?" Jungkook pulled your body to face him, lightly brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills through your skin.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, it's embarrassing." Your quivering eyes couldn't even build up the strength to look the boy in the eyes. You felt small standing before him, a side of yourself you hadn’t shown to him in a reaaally long time.

"Embarrassing? Does that even apply to us?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I've heard every little embarrassing thing there is to know about you. I won't love you any less, you know?"

"Love?” You muttered the word under your breath, in an almost annoyed tone. Jungkook’s eyes lifted to meet yours, softening as soon as they did.

"Yes Y/N, I love you.” Jungkook reassured you, with a smile. "I don't even need to explain what an amazing friend you are to me." Expecting a grinning response back from you, Jungkook's smile faded when he noticed your facial expression grow even gloomier than before.

"Not in the way I love you.” The sentence was barely audible, only loud enough for you to hear it. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, fidgeting with the imbedded design of your dress.

"Huh?" Jungkook's beady eyes widened for a second, returning to a more puzzled expression soon after. He couldn't seem to comprehend the words that had just left your lips.

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you simply shut down the conversation, "Forget it, I just wanna be alone." You turned away from Jungkook, feeling a dropping feeling in your stomach. It was an indescribable feeling, a feeling you just wanted to disappear.

"—but what if I did?" Jungkook turned his head to you, boring into your nervous eyes.

"What if you what?" You gave the boy a puzzling. You felt Jungkook take your hand in his, the warmth of his own slowly encasing yours.

"What if I loved you too? In that way?" Your heart throbbed in your chest. "What would you do then, Y/N?" Jungkook stepped closer to you, the gap between your faces becoming smaller by the second. His large hand lifted your face up to meet his eyes, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure you know what I mean?" The innocent gaze on your face brought a small smile to the boy's face.

"Does me saying I’ve had a crush on you for the past seven years help you understand a bit more?" The ends of Jungkook’s lips slowly curled up into a smile as your lips parted in surprise. “So you were upset because you like me?" He asked.

"I was just a little jealous... that's all." You avoided his gaze in embarrassment. You had never felt this weak in front of Jungkook before.

"Jealous of Jennie?" A laugh escaped his mouth. "She is not really my type to be honest."

"Not your type?" You questioned. "I don't know a guy that doesn't want her.” Your lips turned to a pout.

"Maybe other guys might want her," Jungkook proposed. "But I don't, not like I want you." His eyes turned dark as he looked you up and down. He edged himself closer to you until your back hit the wall behind you. You felt Jungkook position his hands on your waist, lips lowering to your neck.

“Can I?” Jungkook’s desperate eyes lifted to meet yours. Unable to get a word out, you nodded eagerly.

He didn’t hesitate before allowing his soft, wet lips to make contact with your skin as a small yelp escaped your trembling lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sound that you made. You felt Jungkook smile against your skin, soon pulling away from your neck to place a soft peck on your lips.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours." Your breathing was heavy. He could feel your chest rise and fall with every breath. "Think you can do that for me?" You nodded in compliance. You felt Jungkook's hands brush against the underside of your thighs, gripping at the both of them to lift you up and around his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your hands behind his neck. You leaned toward the boy's face, attaching your demanding set of lips onto his.

"I want you so bad Jungkook," You whispered into his ear, allowing him to feel your warm breaths sink into his skin. "Please fuck me."

The two of you were connected, both mentally and physically, pressing your starved bodies against one another. Jungkook brought the two of you to your room, gently placing you onto the fluffy sheets of your bed. Your back was pressed to the bed, the boy hovering right over your figure.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to see you like this." Jungkook kissed your neck, lightly sucking on the skin.

"A-Always?" You questioned, a bright red blush smearing along your cheeks. Your usual sexy and confident self had completely vanished. This felt different. The butterflies that airily frolicked within your stomach turned to explosions of pleasure.

"Those cute little skirts you wear, all those times you get real close to me without noticing—you think I don't feel anything?" Jungkook kissed further down your chest, cupping one of your clothed breasts in his large hands. “You’re such a tease, Y/N. You deserve a good fucking, don’t you?” Hearing such vulgar words come from who used to be your cute nerdy boy best friend was beyond surprising. The arousal that began pooling within you in response to his vulgar words, was even more.

“You’re so hot Jungkook,” Hearing the sentence come from you brought a grin to the boy’s lips. He felt his pants grow tighter around his crotch, his desire for you increasing by the second.

Seeing your flustered face and the view of your amorous eyes beneath him, Jungkook took the hem of your dress between his thumb and index finger, lifting it to your stomach. Jungkook pressed two fingers onto your exposed white panties, damp with your arousal. You shuddered at his touch, releasing a small whimper in response to the stimulating feeling of your heat. Jungkook noticed the wetness on his fingers, slipping them into his mouth.

"You taste so good, princess. I've been missing out, huh?" Jungkook praised, pressing his finger back over your clothed pussy. He began to rub in circles, sending pulses of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your moans grew louder in volume, while only made him go faster. "You're such a good girl, Y/N. You like that?" The pitch of Jungkook's voice raised slightly as he teased you.

"Aah—y-yes, I lo-ove it." Jungkook chuckled at your inability to speak, so overwhelmed by how he was making you feel.

"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?" You nodded repeatedly, unable to speak or think of anything but your throbbing pussy. Suddenly, Jungkook stopped the movement of his fingers, watching as you looked up at him in confusion. "How about I take off your cute little panties? It'll feel even better." Jungkook was amused by your eager nods, progressing further. He took the waistband of your panties in his fingers before slipping the thin fabric right into the air.

“I want you so bad, Jungkook. Just fuck me already.” You whine, lifting the ends of the boy’s shirt, him tearing the rest of it off of himself.

“Be patient kitty, I’m getting there.” Jungkook slowly inserts his slim, long fingers into your throbbing pussy. It needed him. “Look how wet you are already.” The teasing and almost degrading tone of the boy only made you want him more. Jungkook slipped his fingers in his mouth, licking the excess wetness of your pussy from his lips.

Without wasting a second, Jungkook returned to pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy that was nearly sparkling with arousal. Your whines and cries filled the thin walls of your studio apartment. Your neighbors were the last thing on your mind at the moment. All you could think of was the exhilarating feeling of pleasure that was being shot throughout your body.

“J-Jungkook, faster, please!” You pleaded, thrusting your hips unto his fingers, slamming them into your g-spot.

“What if I slowed down? How would that make you feel princess?” The pace of Jungkook’s fingers grew slower, but your whines were getting louder.

“No—please don’t—ah!”

“Your pretty little moans only make me wanna stop even more. I wanna see you be needy for me.” Jungkook removed his fingers from the pool of moisture between your legs and right back into his mouth. “That’s enough for now Y/N, I’ve got something else for you.” The boy growled, hands lowering to grip onto his belt. In one swift motion, his belt was on the floor, pants being torn down soon after.

Your lips parted in surprise as you watched your best friend’s cock spring up. His palm was wrapped around his length, giving it a couple strokes. His eyes panned between you and his hard cock as a drip of precum edged its way out of his tip. It was bigger than you expected—yes, you might’ve wondered what his cock looked like before—but it was far prettier than you had imagined. It was the perfect shade of pink and had just the right amount of curve to it.

Jungkook got onto the bed, hovering over your half-naked body. He pulled the rest of your dress up over your head, flinging it to the side. “Fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your tits for a few seconds before diving right in, suctioning his salivating mouth onto your right tit. His left hand fondled the other, pinching and pulling it at the nipple. You could feel his teeth graze against your skin, his tongue painting circles around your now hardened nipples. Your breaths were heavy as your hand passed through the long strands of the boy’s fluffy black hair, lightly pulling at it.

The view of your best friend‘s mouth locked onto your chest was an image you could’ve never imagined seeing before your eyes. You’ve always been able to acknowledge that Jungkook was an attractive man, but you’ve never seen this side of him. You loved how he could take such control of you, get your panties soaked with a single touch.

Jungkook removed his lips from your breasts, shifting himself further over your body to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You felt the tip of his erection twitching against your stomach, gasping at the sudden contact.

"You're so fucking cute, Y/N." Jungkook whispered, his heavy breaths hot against your ear. "Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours now, yeah?" You nodded keenly as Jungkook extended his hand out to you. The black inking laced throughout his arm bulged atop this veins that poked out so perfectly from his skin. You set your fingertips into his palm, allowing him to flip your body over into a doggystyle position. Your hands clung to the silky soft linen of your bed, startled by the unexpected transition. You could feel the warmth of Jungkook's body behind yours, his erection brushing against your ass.

“J-Jungkook—“

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Jungkook reassured, fingers tracing shapes down the skin of your back. He continued upon hearing you utter a breathy ‘okay.’ His large hands slithered down your back and lowered to your hips, to which he gripped onto. Jungkook carefully edged his hungry cock into your glossy folds.

His hold on your sides grew tighter upon entering you. His member slowly slid out of your entrance before pumping right back in. He fit in you so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him. Jungkook could feel your pulsing walls close around his cock, fastening the pace of his thrusts. The sounds of his low moans with your unrestrained mewls blended together like music, accompanied by the sound of your skin slapping against his.

“You’ll take my fat cock for me like a good little slut, right?” All you could do is whimper in response, biting your lip to suppress the moans that were threatening to release from your trembling lips. “Moan louder for me kitty, don’t hold it in.” You obliged, allowing yourself to moan and cry aloud.

“I-I’m close—Jungkook, fuck!” You screamed, unable to hold it in any longer. Jungkook thrusted faster and harder into you, repeatedly slamming his cock against your cervix. Your moans of his name were reduced to gibberish, unable to generate a single thought in your mind beyond him.

“M-Me too, ah, I’m gonna cum—“ The milky white fluid gushed from his pink, swelled tip, right into the lips of your pussy. His cock was coated with his release as he pulled it out, collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Well, that was fun.” Jungkook lips curled up into a smile as he let out a quiet chuckle.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” You were still left panting, chest rising and falling with every breath. You laughed innocently, as if the two of you hadn’t been fucking like wild animals a few seconds ago. Jungkook’s large arms closed around your torso, pulling your bare body toward his own. You couldn’t help but notice the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, your legs locked tightly around his waist and his arms laced over your chest. Jungkook rested his chin atop your head, rubbing the smalls of your back in vertical motions.

You couldn’t help but wonder—what were the two of you now? Jungkook pressed his wet lips onto your forehead, doing the same to your nose and lips. Were you dating?

“—Y/N?” You were interrupted from your thoughts, your doe-eyed best friend staring straight into your eyes. “You okay?” Jungkook situated his hands behind him, springing upright into a seated position.

“… So what now?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Your grip on his body loosened, slowly removing your hand from his back to his face. Your fingers lightly traced his jawline, nervously awaiting his response.

“I mean I like you, you like me—“ You didn’t waste a second before dropping your arms onto the nape of Jungkook’s neck, bringing your starved lips back onto his. The kiss ignited a spark between the two of you that you’d never felt with anyone before. You’ve probably kissed hundreds of people but never had you ever felt anything like what this boy was making you feel.

“Does this mean we can go for a second round?” The foolish smile on Jungkook’s face made it almost impossible to say no.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it…” You avoided his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. You could feel a smile poking at the corners of your lips, unable to resist the guileless pout Jungkook was giving you.

“Hey! Look at mee,” Jungkook whined, tugging at your arm. You swiftly landed a peck on his lips before launching yourself off the bed to scurry away buoyantly. You weren’t able to get very far, feeling Jungkook’s firm grip tighten around your wrist. He pulled you back right onto his unclothed lap. His eyes had completely changed, his cute, innocent stare turning to a sultry, tantalizing one.

“Come on now, you haven’t forgotten who’s in charge already, have you?”

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[divinelyparkjimin]

— masterlist.

hi this is where you’ll find all my works! i write for bts only. all my creations will be labeled and organized with different icons for your convenience :>> let me know if any links stop working and i’ll try to fix it asap. 

my asks are open!

( ☁︎ - fluff )

( ♞ - angst )

( ❦ - sexual content / smut )

( ✓ - completed ) 

♡ ONESHOTS:

seokjin

↠ sweet and spicy ( ☁︎❦ )

yoongi

↠ none available currently.

hoseok

↠ craving you (☁︎♞❦)

namjoon

↠ bodyguard ( ☁︎❦ )

jimin

↠ taste of you ( ☁︎♞❦ )

taehyung

↠ fuckmates ( ☁︎❦ )

jungkook

↠ like i want you ( ☁︎♞❦ )

↠ one of your girls ( ❦ )

♡ SERIES: 

seokjin

↠ none available currently.

yoongi

↠ none available currently.

hoseok

↠ none available currently.

namjoon

↠ none available currently.

jimin

↠ none available currently.

taehyung

↠ none available currently.

jungkook

↠ none available currently.

♡ REACTIONS:

↠ bts reaction to you being self conscious of your body ( ☁︎ )

♡ OTHER:

seokjin

↠ none available currently.

yoongi

↠ none available currently.

hoseok

↠ none available currently.

namjoon

↠ none available currently.

jimin

↠ none available currently.

taehyung

↠ none available currently.

jungkook

↠ none available currently.