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Dick and Mortified

Dick and Mortified Ship: MadScientist!Reader | FWB!Yoongi Description: Rick and Morty!AU | Your friend-with-benefits is dragged into a crack-like adventure to get Mars Argo, on a planet you’re wanted on. Warning: The humor is inappropriate/slightly offensive/really random/really stupid. Lots of dick jokes, like way too many. I’m not saying this is good, trust me, it’s basically a crack oneshot. But enjoy it anyways. Handjob, Blowjob, Intercourse, Dirty Talk, Cumplay, Masturbation Word Count: 6,647 A/N: This is far different from typical smut since it’s more like action/crack smut, and it’s a lot different from any of my other works, so don’t expect complex characters or eye-opening issues being brought to light, because I needed to write something light hearted that let me laugh. That being said if you don’t like the humor or jokes or just find it poorly done, then you’re free to leave. This was mainly for fun, especially after I binge-watched the show. Enjoy!

You and Yoongi were officially dubbed the title of friends with benefits, and though years ago he would’ve never so much as considered talking to you, he now found himself hooking up with you frequently, and more often than not being dragged away on adventures.

You were always seen as strange, eccentric even. You missed multiple classes, and at first, Yoongi simply assumed that you were one of those kids who was lazy and skipped many classes, perhaps up to shenanigans that had you being chased by the cops for your wild and crazed antics.

He was partially true about that, except it turns out the cops were in the forms of giant wasps.

Though you were scarcely seen at classes, you seemed to ace every test, being at the top of the school despite doing any work. Everyone was baffled and intrigued, wanting to get closer to you and see exactly what made you so special, and yet something drew you to him.

Frankly, he could’ve cared less. Sure, he was curious in a sense, but it didn’t mean he was going to do anything about it. Would his eyes trail after you, spotting the bright white lab coat you’d occasionally tie around your waist? Of course. Did his brows furrow when he spied you doing something particularly quirky, and a small event or detail completely baffled him, like when you found a way to have a pencil write on your paper for you when you fell asleep in class, or that one day where your hair was moving as though electric currents were going through, making your hair stand straight and far from your head, as though static. The oddest part was that it stayed like that all day.

And as oddball as you were, with no one quite knowing what your deal was or even managing to really get so much as close to you, for some odd reason, you approached him at a party. Truth be told, you were drunk out of your mind, as Yoongi would later find out happened quite often, but immediately you latched onto him, and thus continued your hookup for the night.

Much to Yoongi’s surprise, you stayed the night, and after spending the day in his dorm while telling absolutely horrendous, inappropriate jokes and vulgar comments that sounded as though it came from the mind of a teenage boy, Yoongi was instantly transfixed, finding your sense of humor equally horrifying and hilarious. You were blunt at times, avoiding beating around the bush, and it was rather refreshing sometimes.

And thus began the friendship. Often times you two would insult each other, letting the comments roll off your back, and Yoongi would guffaw at some of the words you’d say, absolutely surprised that a girl could curse like a sailor or be so perverted. You were constantly horny as well, so it seemed, and the only time you’d stop being so crazed was during sex, which he found to happen quite often. You were also sort of a dick, not really caring about anyone but yourself, but Yoongi would find that at times, he was an exception.

Apparently, what first drew you to him was his bright blond hair, and because he seemed to somewhat enjoy your humor and could both take and throw insults, you kept him around, the sex being an added bonus. You were officially dubbed the honorary title of friends with benefits.

But it wasn’t until after six months that Yoongi came to find out exactly what it was you did and why you missed classes. He was simply waiting for you, texting away on his phone, when a bright flash of green appeared before him, and you tackled him.

He was shocked, and staring into the green, swirling void- which he’d later find out to be a portal- he saw something absolutely jaw-dropping pop out from it. It was some sort of monster, but it was entirely made of candy. You had forced Yoongi to stand once again, running, and he was absolutely mindblown when you got some sort of ray from your lab coat pocket, zapping at the monster. Yoongi’s mind felt as though it couldn’t process what was going on, but he was already on the run as you encouraged him to do, all the while zapping behind you until the candy man was literally blown into skittle-like smithereens.

Yoongi would’ve guessed you had killed someone or facilitated some sort of alien government, but as it turns out you just slept with the candy-man’s wife.

After that whole situation, you revealed that you were literally the smartest person in the universe, building robots and gadgets that wouldn’t be used until the far off or near distant future, and often times you wound up in trouble in other dimensions. Yoongi asked why you didn’t want to give any of your brilliance or gadgets to the government to help them along their research, and you only muttered something about bureaucracy.

But because he somewhat helped you with the candy-man (AKA falling on his face and having the monster trip over him, giving you the perfect opportunity to shoot him), you found him rather useful and decided to make him your partner in crime for the following adventures. The atrocities and absolute chaos Yoongi would see and have partial help causing made him rather stunned, but he admitted he liked going on those adventures with you. Not only did your crude humor have him rolling his eyes and trying not to laugh at the nightmares that ensued, but typically after a great adventure, you were more so in the mood for sex. He never understood, but he never really denied it either.

After a while, he got used to the various adventures you’d drag him along to, though of course, it didn’t mean he was necessarily okay with some of the crimes you had him commit.

Today’s adventure was no exception.

Your spaceship- which you apparently made completely out of robot prostitutes from a distant planet where STDs came in the form of computer viruses- had crashed into the window of his bedroom. The boy was startled, fumbling out of bed as he kicked the covers off his feet and looked to you.

“Y/N, what the hell?!” he shouted at you. “You can’t just crash into my bedroom- oh my God this is my dorm! What are you thinking?”

“Yoongi, Yoongi,” you mutter, climbing out and stepping over the rubble you made, repeating your name and showing your habit of saying his name often whenever you talk to him. “I’m a fucking genius, I can clean this up in five minutes, do you think I really give a shit?”

“I know that! But for goodness sake-”

“No time!” you say, grabbing onto his arm and dragging him behind you. “We’ve gotta go, Yoongi.”

“I’m still in my pajamas,” he murmured but knew he had no choice. Climbing into the UFO, he quickly did his seat belt, spotting you drinking from a bottle of champagne as you started driving. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, and once he opened them, you guys were in a completely different place.

“What are we going to do?” he asked you, unfastening the seat belt.

“Getting Mars Argo.”

“What? Is that a drug or something? Don’t tell me it’s another one of your fancy wine bottles,” Yoongi grumbled.

“What? No, she’s an American artist,” you huffed, taking another sip of the bottle. “She was replaced by Poppy in some great conspiracy theory, and more or less she disappeared from the face of the Earth. No one’s seen her since.”

“Wait, what does this have to do with anything?”

“Turns out her boyfriend, Titanic Sulfur or something, sent her to get kidnapped to this planet to replace her with this creepy cyborg girl that’s blowing up on the internet- not important,” you say dismissively. “The point is she’s been here for years, and we need to get her back because she had some good ass music and I want more of that shit.”

“Jesus Christ,” Yoongi muttered, facepalming.

“Doesn’t exist,” you finish, winking and snapping finger guns at him. Your crude sense of humor and devotion to science never failed to make him grimace.

“Wait, so why’d you drag me along on this one?” Yoongi asked, yawning. Of course, he already knew that you needed him because you were partners in crime, but you seemed to have another answer each time to evade his own, simply because of either your pride or creativity.

“Because without me you’d have completed the rest of your college career, getting a job and meeting a nice young lady and making her your wife, having kids early in marriage until they eventually add onto the stress and difficulties of your relationship, straining it and changing the two of you forever, and you end up having a mid-life crisis at 46 when you realize you hate your job, leave your wife and kids to rediscover yourself only to break the family bond and have them hating you forever. Then you go to the church believing that if you pray hard enough to a god that doesn’t exist you’ll be saved in the next life, only to be sent to a nursing home and die while shitting your pants. At least with these adventures, Yoongi, you’ll have something to look back on fondly instead of just your divorce, wondering what might’ve been, and scrolling through dating apps for a sugar baby pathetic enough to sit on your wrinkled dick that has cum like toothpaste by that age. Don’t live a mediocre life, Yoongi, trust me. It’s so sad Yoongi.”

Alright, so perhaps he shouldn’t have asked.

“Fair enough,” he muttered. “Alright, let’s find this Mars Argo chick.”

Suddenly helicopters were coming, as well as police cars, and soon enough the two of you and the ship were surrounded. Aliens of all shapes, sizes, and colors- who oddly enough reminded Yoongi of testicles- stepped out of the vehicles, pointing various weapons and missiles at the two.

“Oh, I may have forgotten to mention this is another planet I’m wanted on,” you shrug.

Yoongi’s eyes are wide. “Oh, you’ve really done it this time,” he hisses.

“Chill dude,” you laugh. You take out your portal gun, shooting at one of the walls and delivering a hard kick that pushes the ship into the portal, thus closing it.

“What’re you doing?!” Yoongi exclaims. “That was our chance of escape! Our ride!”

You flicked his forehead, which he angrily swiped away. “Calm down, Yoongi, we’ll get out. I have the portal gun, and besides, I know these guys’ weakness. Cheer up a bit, it’s not every day you see these tentacle monsters who look like they’re inspired by the male scrotum. I mean, you think you’ll see this fucking shit every day? The last weird thing you saw was the Chupacabra when we shaved it!”

Granted, that was yesterday.

“You know you always drag me into these things,” Yoongi grumbles. “If I end up in alien jail I swear-”

“Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi,” you hushed him, pulling another item from your lab coat and placing a weird gun in his hand. “Look, survive and I’ll blow you in the ship, alright?”

“I want to survive anyway,” Yoongi mutters. “But who am I to turn down a blowjob?”

“Atta boy!” you say. “Now, shoot the tampon gun!”

“The what?” Yoongi asks, flabbergasted. What did you just say?

You rolled your eyes. “They’ve got the same fears as a prepubescent straight boy, Yoongi, trust me! Just throw the damn tampon, or shoot it!”

Yoongi stared into the barrel of the gun, the aliens all murmuring and waiting to see what he would do, all of them too scared to shoot or make a move, anticipating the humans’ attack. Yoongi aimed it at one of the aliens with a missile and squeezed the trigger, sure that it would simply bounce off of the creature.

To his surprise, the small white bullet embedded in the creature, and it screeched in agony as its skin and flesh started to dissolve until there was a gaping hole in its chest that was growing larger and larger by the second, eating away at the flesh as it almost evaporated. It screamed in agony, firing the bullets from its own gun off and even killing a few of its friends as everyone panicked.

Yoongi was mortified, gripping onto his gun as he neared closer to you, and you watched the scene in boredom. “Oh yeah, they’re also allergic to cotton. And feminine products,” you say dismissively. “That should’ve been a good thing to tell you. But they’re idiots, they won’t pay attention to us for the next few minutes.”

“Oh dear God!” the dying creature shouted out as the others surrounded the wounded beast. “I’m dying, I’m dying! Mom… Mom is that you? I thought you just left Dad… Mom where have you been for the past ten years? We missed you…”

“We’re losing him!” the creature beside him shouted out. “Brandon, listen to me, you can’t. Don’t go into the light, I repeat, don’t go into the light!”

One of the creature’s tentacle-like arms reached above, “I’ll take your hand… Mom.”

“No!” another monster pushed forward, this one having long squid-type hair. “No, Brandon, it’s me, Marsha. I’ve loved you for so long and I’ve been so scared to tell you, but if you die on me, I swear- I-I… Don’t leave me! I love y-”

His arm dropped, and his long fruit-by-the-foot-like tongue rolled out of his mouth, announcing him dead. The creatures around him bowed in respect and grief, and Marsha wept over his dead body.

“Well, that happened,” you remarked, pulling out a bottle of wine, putting the cork between your teeth and yanking it back to open it. Yoongi never understood how you could fit so many things in your lab coat pocket, but you simply muttered some science-mumbo-jumbo and something about acid.

Marsha’s monstrous face looked up, and they acknowledged your presence for the first time since Yoongi shot Brandon, and suddenly Marsha was pointing a gun at Yoongi’s head, letting out a monstrous screech. “You killed him! Why, you’re dead, buddy!”

“Woah there, Debra, or whatever typical white suburban Mom name you’ve got,” you interrupt, yanking Yoongi out of the way. “Look Susan-Beth-Janice- fuck, I don’t know, but he’s innocent.”

“You’re wanted!” Marsha shrieked. “Oh, you’re heading to jail, bitch!”

“Alright, Yoongi, it’s about time we head out-” you grab him, running through. “Shoot shoot shoot! I know you, you’ll drop the soap on the first day, and tentacle-sex isn’t as good as it is in anime! SHOOT!”

Yoongi fired the custom-made gun everywhere, hearing shrieks as others began wildly shooting at the two of you, red lasers narrowly missing you two as you dodged past the dissolving bodies and ran. The lab coat tied around your waist flew behind you, almost like a cape, and Yoongi’s heart was pounding in his ears as he tried to fire off behind him. He felt as though you two were about as screwed as a pregnant woman with a smoking addiction.

The two of you swerved, going behind a building and hiding behind some nearby trashcans. At least, Yoongi assumed they were trashcans. They certainly smelled like they were, like a dead hooker rotting by some expired sushi.

“Tell me why you’re wanted in another planet?” Yoongi bitterly spat, holding on tightly to the gun and keeping watch.

You roll your eyes, “Wow, someone’s grumpy. Who pre-shat in your pants?”

“Fuck you,” Yoongi grumbled. Both of you were used to talking to each other this way, neither taking it personally. Between your asshole-ness and his intolerance towards your dick attitude, both of you were fine with spitting insults to each other.

The comment rolled off your back as you waved off his comment, looking down at the wine bottle that was half empty. Yoongi had no idea how you could still be basically sober when you’ve had a full bottle, but alcohol was typically needed to be in your system in order for you to do anything.

“That’s your job,” you fired back, wearing a cocky grin as he scoffed. “Anyways, if you must know, it’s because I cut off the balls of their king.”

“You what?!”

“Hush up, will you?” you snapped, pressing the bottle against his lips. “Do you want us to get caught?”

Yoongi swiped the bottle from you, taking a small sip and handing it back to you. “Alright, tell me what happened.”

“I thought I was getting an interview to be the head of the military, and I ended up getting interviewed to be some sort of sex doll, Yoongi,” you murmured, making Yoongi’s brows jumped. “Anyways, he made a move on me, and I didn’t like where he was putting his bedazzled tentacle, so I cut off the balls of his octo-dick. You know, I heard they cut off the balls of male rapists in India, and then they can’t reproduce because the semen factory is gone. At least that’s what my fifth-grade teacher said when she was high.”

“This is insane,” Yoongi shook his head. “They’re trying to kill you because you were almost raped?”

“Well, you know how it works,” you shrugged. “Convicted of something, and someone privileged either gets the story dismissed or goes through a punishment 1/10th of what they actually deserve. And because he was the king, of course, no one really knew the real story, and I’m accused of treason and attempted murder.”

“Well, removing his testicles might’ve been a bit extreme,” Yoongi points out, receiving a glare from you.

“We do it to dogs all the time, Yoongi,” you mutter. “It’s called getting someone fixed. He was a bitch anyway, am I right? Am I right or am I right Yoongi? Yoongi?”

“Be quiet! I hear someone!” he says, slapping a hand over your mouth. You grumble, licking a stripe along his palm and causing him to wipe his hand against his pajama bottoms, disgusted.

“A to the G to the U to the STD-”

“How is your phone able to receive calls on an entirely different planet?!” Yoongi asks, flabbergasted once he heard your ringtone.

You rolled your eyes, turning it off. “Yoongi, I’m a genius who builds robots and travels to other dimensions, how could I not figure out how to do that?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “You know someone could’ve found out our location.”

“You’re acting grumpier than a man who’s two wives left him, is currently doing cocaine with hookers, and paying them with the money the government gives him for mental illness he faked and is yelling cuss words at baseball games while his psychiatrist sits behind him as he’s unaware,” you roll your eyes.

“How are you so specific about these things?”

“I’ve seen things. There are tons of universes with problems just like ours. Like teenage girls who are forced to keep the baby and end up getting kicked out of their homes and have to become strippers or prostitutes to live and eat and just end up getting addicted to heroine. Or perhaps the little boys who are abused by their girlfriends and can’t tell anyone or risk their masculinity. Or the people who are repeatedly told they don’t have a mental illness because apparently, they don’t exist.”

“Alright, you’re getting dark. What are we going to do? We’ll get caught eventually,” Yoongi huffs.

“It’s fine,” you say. “Besides, we need to get to the palace. I wouldn’t doubt if the king himself would be the one holding that underrated and practically unknown talent from the world. He’s an awful man, Yoongi, the one who’s more terrifying than the portrayals of him. He’s the one who haunts kids, who causes the worst dreams and inhabits your nightmares!”

A chill ran down Yoongi’s spine at your description, though he refused to show it. “What is he, a werewolf?”

“Say, have you ever had sex with a werewolf?” you ask him, getting side-tracked. “I don’t mean that midnight sparkle bullshit, I mean like an actual werewolf. Man, definitely something I’ll go back to. Wasn’t bestiality necessarily, but if it is considered bestiality, it’s never felt better.”

“Y/N!” Yoongi snaps, trying to keep a straight face. “Stop getting perverted and side-tracked for five seconds and figure out how we can get this Uranus chick?”

“It’s Mars, you uncultured swine,” you fire back, pursing your lips. “Alright, I’ll whip something up.” You take one last swig of the bottle, and toss it to the side, getting up and running off.

Yoongi’s eyes were wide, “Wait, are you leaving me here? Y/N? Y/N!”

He must’ve screamed too loud because the horde of the laser-shooting monsters was now running towards him, discovering his hiding place and he was already running. God, he should’ve slept in, he loves to sleep, why’d he agree to this?

Tampons and lasers were shooting through the air, and soon enough it was just him and Marsha, who was crying while pointing her gun directly at him, pressing the barrel against his forehead. “Drop your weapon!” she shouted out, her throat swelled and a gurgling sound accompanying her cries.

Yoongi dropped the tampon-gun, which had run out of tampons not too long ago, and he was silently praying for you to finally show up like usual and fuck shit up.

“You’re going to die today, twerp,” Marsha hisses, pressing it harder against his head. “This is all your fault.”

A shot fires and Marsha crumbles, her shoulder bleeding out from the wound. Yoongi sees nothing there until you take off a necklace, revealing yourself and a crazy and brightly-colored gun by your side. “You got receipts, Judge Judy?” you say snidely. You shoot in her head about three more times, positive she’s dead.

“Where were you?” Yoongi asked, trying to catch his breath.

“I had to go to a planet of tiny bigfoots to get a legally-safe necklace,” you say, holding it out. “This’ll help us sneak in. I’ll be recognized on the spot, I’m too popular. Those D-Bags once tried to arrest me when I was eating fucking waffles, but it took them forever to actually do it. A lot of the time these idiots just stand around and wait for you to murder one of them.”

Yoongi raises a brow. “How am I going to sneak into the palace? For fuck’s sake I jus murdered someone again.”

“We’ll dress you as a butler. Trust me, these guys are idiots. If you have a bowtie on they won’t even think twice about if you’re human. And if any one of these pea-brains suspects, my invisible ass can knock them the fuck out,” you say, holding up the special gun. “I made this out of a kid’s water gun and alien testicles.”

“What?!”

“I’m kidding,” you laugh. “It wasn’t a water gun, it was a Nerf gun. Man, that prep shit is great.”

“That’s disgusting,” Yoongi grimaces.

“And I’m still going to be sucking your dick tonight,” you wink. “Now, I’m getting hornier by the minute, so let’s get this over with.”

True enough, when Yoongi had on a bow tie, no one seemed to recognize him as someone who caused a rampage just half an hour ago. You snuck him in the palace by opening certain doors, and he could hear the small beeps and such from whatever invisible gadget you were working with, and he swore he could feel a bit of your lab coat brushing against his leg.

“We’re almost to the King’s bedroom,” you say. “Argo’s hot as shit, so no doubt he’s doing terrible things to her. We can rescue her of course, but we also need to shoot the bastard.”

Yoongi wasn’t quite able to hear what you were saying, mainly because a maid who walked past kept on muttering, “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job,” and he was too busy trying to not seem suspicious, though he trusted your plan.

“I want to go to bed,” Yoongi grumbles.

“And you also want to be top for once, but clearly not everything goes your way,” you grumble, and Yoongi rolls his eyes at your ribbing. “And we’re here!”

An electrical door was before you two, and a code had to be punched in. Yoongi spied how the buttons were pressed down in a complex and intricate, rather random, order, and soon the door shot up and revealed the room. You slipped off the necklace, entering the room as the two of you stared at the walls, which were worn and a faded yellow.

“It’s like fifty shades of depression,” you grumble. “Where’s Argo?”

Yoongi’s eyes searched the room, and he tugged at your sleeve. “By any chance, would it be the chick in the corner?” You turned to look at the direction he was pointing towards, and sure enough, the blonde girl was in the corner, shivering.

“ARGO!” you exclaimed. “Big fan, how are you doing girl?” The girl didn’t respond, just shivering still. You narrowed your eyes, going closer.

“Y/N, she might be traumatized,” Yoongi warned. “Are you sure you want to-” You gripped onto her hair, yanking her head off, and Yoongi was stunned, jaw dropping. “What the fuck?!”

“This isn’t Mars Argo!” you say, spiteful. “This is… this is a vibrating sex doll!”

“You’re joking,” Yoongi gaped. “Also where do I buy one?”

You swatted his arm, glaring at him. “And you call me a pervert.”

“You are!” Yoongi said, giving you the typical ‘wtf’ stare.

Suddenly the two of you heard some clapping, and a figure slid out from under the bed, similar to Rosé’s slide in Boombayah. You cross your arms as the figure stops clapping, standing to reveal that he was a shadowy creature, with elongated features and long, talon-like fingers, the tips as sharp as knives.

“I’d hate to be the girl fingered by that guy,” you whisper to Yoongi, and he cringes away from you. You glare at the figure. “Hello, Your Majesty. Apparently, the Boogey Man himself isn’t above the slow clap entrance.”

“And apparently the mad scientist isn’t above the ‘pointing out how lame the slow clap entrance is’ cliche,” the figure fires back. “Who’s your friend?”

“Min Yoongi,” you comment. You look to the boy, gesturing to the creature before you. “Boogey Man.”

“You’re the Boogey Man?” Yoongi asks.

The creature crosses his arms crossly, “What’d you expect?”

“I don’t know, maybe that living beanbag full of bugs? Like from The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“What’s that?” the Boogey Man asks.

“American pop culture reference,” you say. “Unimportant. Where’s Argo?”

“Ah,” the Boogey Man chuckled. “We knew you’d come for her, so once we got news that you killed someone- as you always do- we sent her home. Don’t worry, she’s on her way to Earth now.”

“Wait, hold up, why is the Boogey Man the king of some alien planet?” Yoongi asks, baffled. “Is no one questioning this?”

“Yoongi,” you sigh. “We don’t have time to discuss the history of the Boogey Man. Next thing you know you’ll want me to say how I sunk Atlantis!”

“Wait, you did what!?”

“Anyways,” you dismiss him. “How’d you know I’d go after her? She hasn’t been seen for years, man. For all you knew I couldn’t care less.”

“Lucky guess,” the creature shrugged. “Next time we’ll kidnap him,” he pointed to Yoongi.

“Oh fuck no,” Yoongi said. His eyes wandered around the room, and he spotted something similar to your newly crafted gun and grabbed it, pointing it at the Boogey Man. “Try shit and I’ll shoot you with this.”

You grimaced, face palming. “Yoongi… you’re… Yoongi you’re holding a space dildo.”

“What?!” he stared down at his weapon of choice in horror and remembered you saying something about your gun being made with alien testicles. He dropped it, grimacing and wiping his hands frantically against his clothes. “Oh dear God.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and handing him the necklace. “You need this more than I do, so it seems.” You turn to the Boogey man, “Why’d you lure me here after what I did to you last time?”

“I want my genitals back,” he hissed, shaking a fist at you. “And then, I’ll kill you!”

You quirk a brow, a smirk being plastered over your face. “Is that so? Why didn’t you say so! I have it right here.” You pull out the new gun you made, and Yoongi had the most horrified expression, as did the Boogey Man.

“My beautiful testicles!” he shouted out. “You’ll pay!”

Yoongi simply facepalmed, shaking his head. “What is wrong with you people?”

“Come and get them,” you hissed, beginning to shoot at him. He shot down under the bed, a low hiss that was rather snake-like coming from underneath. You shot at the bed, seeing him climb from behind to latch and crawl onto the wall, and he pounced.

Yoongi’s scream of fear was well earned, and the Boogey Man had his talon-like fingers around the boy’s neck, the tips barely piercing the soft skin. “I’ll kill him first,” the Boogey Man hissed out.

Yoongi knew you’d probably shoot anyway, regardless of whether or not he was in the Boogey Man’s grasp, so he thought quick. Throwing the necklace over his head, and the Boogey Man jumped back in surprise, and Yoongi had to duck down as the monster swiped and clawed at the air. Yoongi crawled on all fours, hearing you call out, “Atta boy, Yoongi! Yoongi my man, Yoongi. Yoongi, dunno where you are, but try not to get caught. Got that Yoongi?”

Yoongi huffed in response, crawling to the side as you began wildly shooting at the monster, though it jumped from the walls and crawled on the ceiling. Jesus, that thing was creepy.

“You’re probably a pedophile!” you shout at him. “Hiding beneath kids’ beds and all! Pervert! Take this! Die already! Pew pew mother fucker!”

You shot wildly, and Yoongi wasn’t exactly sure how much ammo you had left. Thinking fast (and cringing all the while) he grabbed what he mistook as a gun earlier and threw it at the back of the monster’s head, causing it to be surprised and fall to the floor. You took the opportunity to shoot him in the leg, rendering him immobile. You stepped on the creature’s neck, pressing the gun against his head and twisting his arms behind his back.

“You’re going to be killed with your own balls,” you tell him. “And you deserve it for making me come all this way for nothing!”

“Please!” the Boogey Man cried out. “Have mercy! I’ll do anything! People will perish if I die, and all will go into anarchy and-”

You fired, and the Boogey Man was dead. Huffing, you stretched your arms, scrunching your nose. “Does that look like my problem?”

Yoongi slipped off the necklace, becoming visible once again as he looked to the Boogey Man. “You know, I figured he’d have a sack over his head or something.”

“He’ll be having a body sack soon,” you shrug.

“Should we be concerned with the future of this planet since their king is dead?” Yoongi asks.

“Nah,” you shrug. “Yoongi, am I really the type to be concerned with this shit? You know me, I’m an asshole who’s a slight alcoholic. But I’m a genius, so it makes up for it.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Yoongi shrugs. “You’re a dick. Most times. Other times you almost seem as though you have some level of humanity.”

“Oh I need to fix that,” you grumble. “No more of that fucking bullshit. Anyways, let’s get to the ship, I’ve been horny for the past hour or something and I need to let off some steam from that fucking Boogey Man.” You pull out the portal gun, aiming at the wall, and the familiar green swirl appeared.

“I don’t understand your sexual appetite sometimes,” Yoongi shakes his head. He’s been wide awake now, especially after the Boogey Man, and he could definitely fall back asleep with what you’d sometimes call ‘Nyquil’.

“You know what should’ve happened? Dance battle, I mean, they’ve got to call him 'Boogey’ Man for some reason,” you say. “Man, that was disappointing. I didn’t even get to meet Mars Argo!”

“You know she probably won’t make music still, after being kidnapped by aliens and all,” Yoongi points out.

“Way to put the cherry on top of a pretty disappointing day, Yoongi,” you say. “Now, let’s just hope you don’t disappoint me. You’re lucky I’ve seen and sat on your dick so many times I know it’s not the size of a goldfish. This is my reward for you because you did a good job today. Don’t upset me where I revoke blowing privileges.”

Yoongi laughed hard at that, following you as you climbed through the portal, landing inside the spaceship, which was evidently in your workshop that you stowed away in an abandoned factory.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you mentioned you wanted to fuck in here once,” you mention as the portal closes.

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, watching as you slowly remove the lab coat tied around your waist, pushing it to the side. He admitted to you one of the nights he agreed to get drunk with you that he wanted to have sex in the back of your ship, since not only it was it roomier, but c'mon, how often do you have sex in the back of a space ship? Granted it was apparently made from parts of robot prostitutes, but Yoongi learned from you not to overthink things and to just relax. Or, rather, let chaos ensue. Whatever floats your boat.

He let you take control, letting out a sigh of content as your pants yanked down his pajama bottoms and boxers, taking his dick in your hand and slowly pumping him. You sit between his legs as he sits in the backseat, and he watches to see your hand travel into your pants, rubbing yourself in front of him. Yoongi bit his lip, giving you a dark look as you wore a mischievous look on your face.

You offered a small kitten lick at the tip, making Yoongi hiss out slightly. You were the type to drag out teasing for extended about of times, but tonight you owed him this, so that meant you couldn’t torture him forever as you would’ve preferred. You knew it, and soon enough your lips wrapped around the head, and you slowly sunk down his length. Your tongue was pressing against the shaft of his dick, the warm muscle making him hiss in pleasure.

He let out a low groan as the head made contact with the back of your throat, which was an incredibly soft spot. It took a lot of self-restraint to avoid bucking up into your mouth, and you stayed there, swallowing around him. The sensation had a low moan slipping from between his lips, and he could tell that really turned you on.

Your hand was rubbing faster and faster in your pants, the hand motions small but furious, and when Yoongi’s eyes weren’t trying to roll to the back of his head with each time you swallowed around him, he tried to peek down at your hand as you rubbed yourself vigorously.

His hands curled into fists at his sides as your mouth popped off of him, and you inhaled greedy amounts of air. “Are you enjoying this so far, Yoongi?” you purr to him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Yeah. God, you’re great at that.”

Both of your hands reached up to grip his cock, the one glistening with your juices already sliding up and down his length, and the other massaging his balls. You batted up at him, your eyes seductive and pupils blown out with lust. “Want me to ride you, Yoongi?”

He bit his lip, “Please.”

You smirked, “Perfect.” Quickly, you slipped your pants off, dragging your underwear down your legs as well. You climbed up onto the seat, straddling Yoongi’s hips as he leaned back, letting you take control. Your hips swayed, your heat hovering directly over his, and you gripped onto his length, keeping it upright and still as you started rubbing yourself against him. The feeling was pure torture, but he knew you wouldn’t let him get rewarded without a little teasing.

Slowly you sank down on him, and as you did so you sank your teeth down on his shoulder, biting down as he filled you. “You fill me up so good, Yoongi,” you moaned out, and soon your lips were attached to his neck, sucking tentatively as you moved up and down his length, letting him have a moan of content, a chill running down his spine at your words

Ironically enough, the only time you weren’t saying something absolutely ridiculous and inappropriate or being an absolute pervert was during sex. The only time you weren’t making asshole-type comments towards him (though, to be fair he had his moments where he did it back to you, and nothing was taken personally of course), was when you were whispering dirty things in his ear instead.

Sometimes Yoongi wondered why he was going on those wild adventures with you when he could be focusing more on his studies or perhaps sleeping since you cut into that schedule so often. Truthfully he wouldn’t trade your adventures for the world because while he always acted annoyed with them, in reality, they were the highlight of his day or week. Except for the murder parts, he wasn’t so keen on that.

But the parts that really made it all worth it? This. When you were riding him vigorously, sweat forming on your forehead as you moved up and down his cock. When you’d give him pleasure and continue to reach your own, murmuring things about how much you loved riding him and how good his cock made you feel. Your hand was rubbing fast circles around your clit, and strands of your hair were sticking to your neck and forehead, a thin sheen of sweat making you seem shiny.

“Yoongi, just like that,” you panted in his ear, one of your hands coming up to grip onto him. “I’m so close, Yoongi, can you feel me squeezing around your dick? God, I’m so close, I’ll spasm over your cock, I swear.”

Your favorite thing was talking dirty, and Yoongi simply smiled at your words as you stroked his ego. He felt how your walls clenched around his length, and he hissed at the sensation, his hands on your hips as he guided your hips. You felt so warm around him, and from how your whimpers and moan were getting breathy and higher, he knew you were close to your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You still around him, and he feels how your walls tighten around him, and your legs quiver the slightest bit at the sensation, and you press your sweaty forehead against his shoulder, panting hard.

“You good?” Yoongi murmured.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Cum in me, Yoongi.”

He worked at maneuvering your hips, having you bounce on top of him once again, and you do your best to clench your walls around him, adding more friction to your otherwise slippery walls to get him to cum. He makes fast thrusts and pumps into you, chasing his high as he felt it rise up, and before he knew it he was filling you up, and both of you were panting, sweaty messes.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured, and you slipped off of him, hovering the slightest bit. He watched as your hands dived beneath your heat, slipping between your legs. You brought them out, the small digits coated in the white, slippery liquid of both of your cum. Yoongi opened his mouth obediently, and you slipped the fingers in his hot cavern, letting him swirl his tongue around it and swallow the liquid.

“You like your own cum?” you smirk. He only hums in response, staring at you darkly. You giggle, pecking his lips as you climbed off. “I need to go to the restroom to pee now, thanks a lot. I give that a 7 out of 10 because we couldn’t use the toys. But it made my day better.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” Yoongi laughs, his gummy smile showing that he was satisfied. He could still taste the weird mixture on his tongue.

You winked at him, pulling on your pants and panties, tying your lab coat around your waist. “Don’t act so mortified. You love it.”

“As if,” he scoffed.

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a sight for sore eyes | knj

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

word count: 3k

summary: your boyfriend's new glasses send you spiraling out of control.

warning(s): unprotected sex. creampie. blowjob. face fucking. nipple play. multiple orgasms. biting/marking/hickeys. slight scratching. dirty talk. joon is sensitive in certain places. joon in glasses. joon just being sexy in his natural state. yn unlocks a new level of horny.

"How long are you going to keep staring at me?"

Namjoon's eyes stay glued to the book he's reading, casually flipping to the next page. You don't answer him, your loving gaze burning into your pretty boyfriend's face as you look at him from the other end of the couch.

You've been at this for 30 some minutes, staring unabashedly at Namjoon ever since he planted his ass onto the couch, book in hand. Your eyes sparkling as you take in how nice he looks today, giggling quietly to yourself when you notice his full lips pouting.

The subtle noise brings Namjoon's attention to you, eyebrow raising at you questioningly. Once again, you ignore him, instead smiling at him. He sighs as he pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, before turning his attention back to the book.

Unnoticed by him, you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache between your legs that has been steadily growing ever since your boyfriend entered the room. That simple action makes you want him even more. You have no idea why the sight of him wearing glasses is turning you on so much. He's worn them plenty of times before and caused no problems to you, but it's different today.

"Maybe it's because these ones are new," you thought to yourself. The frames decorating his face are quite cute, but they shouldn't be getting this type of reaction out of you. All rational thoughts evaporate from your mind as your eyes rack over Namjoon's body. His thick thighs being shown off in the shorts he was wearing, one leg crossed over the over. His hoodie makes him look smaller than he actually is. A dangerous combination of too cute and too hot and its fucking up your brain. Licking your lips, your eyes trail every inch of him. The ache between your thighs is growing stronger to the point something needs to be done about it.

Crawling slowly across the couch towards him, swaying your hips gently as you do so. You stop when no personal space is left, your hot breath fanning over Namjoon's sensitive neck. He shivers, but makes no effort to acknowledge your presence.

"Joonie…" your sultry voice whispers into his ear before placing a gentle kiss to the lobe followed by even more. A trail of kisses down the column of his neck turn into licks and bites that have his breath pick up. "You look so hot like this, it's driving me crazy," you mutter against his neck. Namjoon swallows thickly, his eyes glancing at you quickly, before shifting his gaze elsewhere. The book he was reading begins to be forgotten as he tries to regulate his breathing.

A deep, breathy moan escapes those plump lips as you lick a stripe up his neck and bite down on his sweet spot. One of your hands ends up on his thigh, gripping the warm flesh to uncross them. With his legs now apart, you change your position and sink down onto your knees between them. Your hands smooth over his skin, further spreading his legs apart and allowing you to see what you've been craving.

A prominent bulge in his shorts has you licking your lips. Ghosting the tips of your nails over his exposed thighs, slowly trailing up to teasingly trace the outline of his erection.

But your teasing doesn't last too long as your own patience wears out quickly. Hands making their way to the waistband, Namjoon lifts his hips and you pull down his shorts and boxers in one go. His hard cock dripping with precum has a wave of arousal shooting to your core. Teasingly, you run a finger up his shaft, chuckling lowly to yourself when his cock twitches.

"Fuck, babe d-don't tease," Namjoon chokes out. He's peering down through his glasses that have slid down and fogged up slightly. His pink lips wet along with his rosy cheeks. His hands are fisted at his side, allowing you to do whatever you want with him.

Deciding to be nice, you take his heavy cock into your hand and lick up to the leaking tip, suckling it before taking the head into your mouth. Namjoon fights the urge to throw his head back and keep his eyes on you as take more and more of him down your throat. He watches as you bob your head up and down his length, your hands resting on his bare thighs, squeezing them occasionally. You're so focused on taking as much of him down your throat as possible, which was a bit of a challenge considering his dick was fucking huge.

Pulling off to breathe, you're quick to wrap a hand around him and jerk him off. Your eyes are hazed with lust as you start up at Namjoon. He's a bit thrown off, confused as to what's got you so unusually horny to the point you looked fucked out despite not being touched yet. But he doesn't have time to dwell on it when you're taking him back into your mouth without breaking eye contact. It's messy. So fucking messy. You're drooling all over his cock and your chin and still jerking off the inches of him you can't take. You look so desperate, and it's turning him on even more. He gets even harder in your mouth, causing you to moan around him. Your unoccupied hand is moving one of Namjoon's to your head. He's panting heavily above you, his fingers brushing your curls out of your face and holding it back.

"Shit, you look so pretty," Namjoon hisses out praise, but that's all he can do before he's rendered speechless by how good your mouth feels. His eyes flutter shut and his hips stutter forward. You retract your hand from him, placing both back on his thighs and tap lightly, giving him the green light. Almost instantly, he's pushing his cock deep into your throat and pulling out. Repeating this slowly a few times until he grows impatient. Fisting your hair tightly, he thrust deep in your hot mouth. Your nails digging into flesh of his thighs to ground yourself as he fuck his cock down your throat. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes from how roughly Namjoon is going, but it's nothing you can't take.

Namjoon's muttered moans consist of breathless curses and pants of your name with the repeated promise that he's about to come. Without warning, he's pulling out of your mouth. Tilting your head back with one hand, the other is frantically pumping his length. His swollen bottom lip is once again trapped between his teeth as he works himself to the edge.

The sight of you sticking your tongue out, ready to take everything he's about to give you, has him bursting over the edge. Thick ropes of cum cover your tongue, some dripping down the sides of your mouth that you hurriedly try to lick up to not let anything go to waste.

"Oh my fucking god…," Namjoon pants out, head fallen against the back of the couch. His arms fall limp at his sides as he regains his breath. You let him rest for a minute, using this time to strip completely bare without him noticing.

"What's gotten into you?" Namjoon asks, finally opening his eyes when he feels you climb on top of him to straddle his lap. He chokes on air when he sees that you are now suddenly bare. His eyes trail down and he groans when he takes in how wet you are. Your arousal soaks the inside of your thighs and even more drips out to add to the mess.

He moves to take his hoodie off, but you gently grip his hands to stop him. He gives you a confused look. "Keep it on, you look cute," you explain. Namjoon looks down and blushes at your compliment, his hands now resting on your hips. The shy giggle that escapes his lips has you groaning, wanting nothing more for him to be inside you.

Your hurried hand grips his aching cock and lines him up with your entrance, causing Namjoon to panic.

"Wait! Don't you want me to–," he starts, but you cut him off with a desperate kiss.

"I need you right now, Joon," you moan against his lips. Namjoon stares down at you with wide eyes. You desire for him has never been this overwhelming before and he's not sure what to do about it. He doesn't have another second to dwell on this since you're interrupting his thoughts again by sinking down on him.

You take all of him in one go, desperate to be filled to the brim. Namjoon's hands tighten their grip on your hips as he groans.

"Shit, give me a warning next time," he laughs breathlessly. You smile evilly at him and place your hands on his strong shoulders. You don't bother to build up a steady pace, instead going right into it, bouncing your ass on his lap as you take him deep.

Poor Namjoon can't catch a break with you today. The relentless pace of you fucking yourself on his cock has his brain turning to mush. You're so wet and tight around him and he can't do anything but moan and pants breathlessly out loud. Head thrown back, he peers at you through hooded eyes, watching as your tits bounce and thighs flex every time you move. You can't fuck him up anymore than you already have, he thinks to himself.

Wrong.

You slow down, no longer bouncing and instead circling your hips, grinding teasingly against him. Hands trail down the front of his hoodie, you play with the hem before pushing your hands underneath the fabric, running your nails over his taut muscles to his nipples. The moan that Namjoon let's out is so needy it almost doesn't sound like him and it has you nearly coming right then and there.

"Fuck, baby please," Namjoon whines, hips bucking up into you hoping to get you to start moving again. Unfortunately you don't, still focused on teasing him relentlessly. Your finger swipe over nipples again causing a shudder to run down his spine as he sat there helpless to your touch.

Namjoon wasn't the only one surprised today. You also shocked yourself at your own behavior, but now that shock is directed to the man underneath you. Your extreme horniness must be rubbing off on him, because he's never been so desperate and needy before. He looks so delicious like this: those sexy glasses slipping down his cute nose, plump lips wet and swollen, the lust-hazed stare he pinning you with, the way he's sensitive to every single one of your touches. It's new and exhilarating.

Arousal and (little) dread fills Namjoon when you start pushing the hoodie up his chest. You stare at for a bit, admiring him.

And then you're leaning forward and sucking one of his pebbled nipples into your mouth.

Namjoon uses every fiber of his being to not blow his load. He can't form a coherent thought, his mind buzzing with how good you're making him feel, trying not to come in your tight cunt.

You switch sides, and his cock twitches violently inside you causing you to accidentally clench around him. The short gasps that escape his throat are becoming more frequent. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing the flesh as a means to ground himself.

"Baby, shit please," he begs, eyes shut tight.

"What do you want, Joonie?" you ask, swirling the tip of your tongue around the perky bud.

"God dammit, ride me please. I want you to move," Namjoon emphasizes his wish by moving you himself, raising your hips up and lowering you in time with his own.

"Okay," you release a shaky breath and reach for his shoulders once again, underneath the hoodie this time to keep his body at your viewing pleasure. Namjoon shifts below you, adjusting his position so his feet are more stable on the ground. Without warning, he’s snapping his hips up and ruthlessly fucking up into you, desprerately trying to reach his orgasm.

“Fuck, Namjoon,” you moan falling foward from the force of his thrusts, chest-to-chest with him. Your head naturally falls into the crook of his neck, warm breath tickling his sensitive skin as you pant against him. You don’t move, it’s not like you could anyway. The grip he has on you and his hurried pace has rendered you immobile. The most you can do is clench around him and leave wet kisses and bites along his neck that drive him even closer to the edge.

Namjoon, for the first time, is focused solely on reaching his own end. He can’t think of anything else other than to come in your tight pussy, that he’s forgotten to take care of you. But you don’t mind all that much, with the way that he’s desperately groaning your name. You happily let him use you how he wants.

"God, I'm so fucking close, feel so good baby," Namjoon groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. Tightening your walls around him, you spur him closer to his orgasm with wet kisses to his sensitive neck.

With a guttural moan of your name he's coming, filling you up just the way you like it. Slowly grinding your hips against his as he comes down from his high, you kiss him deeply, stealing the breath he was trying to regain. Namjoon opens his eyes once you pull back. Those pretty dragon eyes hazed with lust staring directly into you, his tongue swiping over his swollen lips. The way he's staring you down has a shiver running down your spine and causes you to accidentally clench around him.

"You're still hard," you breathe out, the corner of your mouth twitching up.

"Yeah, and you haven't come yet," Namjoon says. He lifts you off his lap, his cock slipping out of you. He's quick to lay out down on the couch and situates himself comfortably between your spread thighs. He reaches behind his head and pulls his hoodie over his head, tossing the unwanted garment somewhere. The only thing left are his glasses which he fixes to sit on his face properly.

"You seem to like these a lot," Namjoon chuckles, running his hand through his hair.

"Mmh, what I would like even more is you inside me," you smirk up at him.

Namjoon huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes. He leans down and plants his lips on your neck, sucking and biting gently along the column of your neck.

"Joon please," it's your turn to beg when you feel the tip of his cock tease your entrance. Your soft plea is all it took for him to give you what you want. He slowly sinks his cock inside you, filling you to the brim once again. Nipping at your neck one last time, he pulls away. Arms on either side of your head, he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough pace that ruins you immediately.

"Shit, Namjoon!" you gasp. Your hands grip his bicep, small crescent indents forming from the pressure of your hold. Head falling back, your neck bared to the man above you. Namjoon admires the marks blossoming across your skin, wanting to lean down and mark you up even more but the way your face contorted with pleasure steals his attention.

Your mouth was slightly open, airy moans passing through, eyes closed, with your curly hair fanned out around you. Namjoon shifts all of his weight to one arm so he could cradle your face.

"Baby, look at me," he gently hold your chin between his fingers, "Look at me while I fuck your tight pussy." Lashes fluttering open, you moan at the sight. His glasses are threatening to fall off his face from how much he's moving. Those full, pink lips pulled up into a lustful smirk. And his eyes. Fuck, those pretty eyes are are gazing into yours with so much love you want to turn away, but he's too beautiful to look away from.

You're throbbing with so much want and desire. Been wound up for way too long and want nothing more than to finally reach your release.

"Na- ah fuck, namjoon, please. Wanna come so bad," you whine, not breaking eye contact.

His thumb roughly circles on your untouched clit, causing pleasure to instantly shoot through you. Your walls clench around him as he fucks you faster and harder.

"Come for me babe. Want you to cream all over my cock for being so good and spoiling me today," Namjoon pants out, his thumb speeding up on your clit.

You're moaning out his name as you come hard around him, thighs trembling, back arching and toes curling. A few strokes after, Namjoon is spilling inside you, replacing the cum that he just fucked out of you.

The only noise filling the living room was your shared ragged breathing.

"God damn," Namjoon sighs, pulling out and falling onto the small empty space between you and the couch.

The two of you lay together in silence for a few minutes before Namjoon speaks up.

"What were you on today? Are you okay?" he asks, confused.

"No, I'm not okay. You drive me fucking crazy," you smile up at him, rasing a hand up to adjust his glasses.

"Yeah, okay, but this was some next level horniness even for you," he pulls you into his chest and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?" you question him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Namjoon sighs, "I didn't say that."

You chuckle, placing a kiss on his nose, "I don't think I told you, but I like your glasses, they suit you well."

"Yeah, I can tell you like them a lot," Namjoon rolls his eyes.

You laugh again, relaxing in your boyfriend's comforting hold. You can tell he's slowly drifting off to sleep, and so are you, but a thought pops up in your mind.

"Since when were your nipples so sensitive!"

"Shut up Y/N!"

#a sight for sore eyes #namjoon smut #bts fanfic #bangtan #bts #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts namjoon #bts imagines #bts scenarios

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For Whom the Bell Tolls

Just outside the boundaries of your town, deep within the trenches of the forest sits a massive tower made from smoke-stained ivory. Decrepit and ominous, it looms over your town like a warning- like a shadow…

There are opposing rumors as to what resides in the tower.

One of them, the one that just so happens to appeal to you the most, is that there is a deity living in that tower.

The one who knows.

The one who blesses and curses the deserving and offers wisdom that no mortal can.

And now, faced with the imminent demise of your family- you have no choice but to seek answers in the darkness.

What, in god’s name, will you find?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: demi-god! au, demi-god! Jimin, mythology, slight angst, smut, fantasy

Word count: 8k (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PWP)

Warnings: likely inaccurate representations of greek mythology lmao, unprotected sex (wrap it up plz), mentions of violence/death, slightly spooky??? allusions to corruption and murder (non-explicit), JIMIN (cause he’s always a warning), probably a messy plot cause I went feral with this one. parts are unedited oops.

A/N: i have nothing to say. this was supposed to be demon porn and now we have a completely new au. SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME. okay anyways,,,, i love u.

Corruption.

It ran rampant through your town like the plague, devouring everything in its path. One right after another, you have seen it swallow those who you had come to respect; good town folk, who at one time, moved through the world with a moral compass stronger than the one you felt you possessed, had now fallen ill to the disease.

And you understood…to an extent. The universe was not a benevolent dealer. It randomly assigns cards to its patrons and cares not about the outcome- or the losses. You understood that sometimes people were simply without a winning hand.

But the need to win was still present.

However, your town was spoiled with a type of greed that wafted through the streets and turned everything to mold. Neighbor betraying neighbor, partner betraying partner- even mother’s betraying their children…

All to please one man…

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2D REALITY | ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader ft. jungkook

genre: pwp, smut, somewhat fantasy, anime-real world crossover?

word count: 12.4k

summary: Jin likes his fair share of anime like everyone one else and knows not to question all the shit that goes on but when a big tiddie anime girl deadass pops out of a computer, he rightfully has a few concerns.

warning(s): unprotected sex. masturbation(f). wet dream. oral(f&m). fingering. squirting. titty fucking. threesome. spitroast. ahegao. big anime tiddies. cum eating. cream pie. excessive cum/arousal?. big dick jinkook. swearing. dirty talk. multiple orgasms. weeb jk's dream comes true. slightly possessive and jealous seokjin. dimension hopping?.

The quiet shuffling of feet fills the empty hallway of the brand new dorm. Jin rubs his eyes that are struggling to stay open as he sluggishly walks back to his room from the bathroom. He stops when he notices the door to Jungkook's room ajar and peaks his head inside. Sighing to himself, he goes in and over to the maknae who fell asleep at his desk, and in a very uncomfortable position.

"Jungkook," Jin shakes his shoulder lightly, "Get up and go to bed."

Much to his disappointment, he was out like a light. Not wanting his precious Jungkook to sleep like that, he rolls the chair the younger was in over to his bed, before heaving the muscle baby into it. Sigh tiredly again, Jin puts the chair back and somehow accidentally nudges the mouse on the desk.

Screen turning on, disgust takes over his features as he sees what the youngest had been up to.

"This boy…" Jin rolls his eyes as he kindly closes the tab for nhentai… Only that it doesn't. He waits a few moments before trying again, but the site stays up. "What the hell," Jin deadpans. It was too late for this and he was tired, so he started spamming the exit button.

And boy, did that make matters worse. JK's monitor began glitch in game out, the mouse no longer following his movements. Jin is cursing profusely under his breath as he tries to find a way to make it all stop. After about a good minute, everything freezes and seems to go back to normal. A sigh of relief turns into a shrill shriek when a hand appears on the screen. And it's moving, pushing like it's trying to get out.

Everything happens so quickly, Jin doesn't have time to process it. Before his eyes, the hand reaches out and the rest of its body follows after. A loud thud was heard by no one else but him in the sleeping house. As Jin shakes his head to gather his bearings, he realizes there's something weighing him down. When he looks up from where he landed on the ground, he sees a figure straddling him. "Um… " he starts, "What's going on here?"

"I, uh, I don't know," replies the person meekly. "They have a pretty voice," Jin thinks to himself before he realizes what the fuck is going on. Jin sits up, temporarily forgetting the person that's sitting on his lap until he's face to face with them. He's blinking once, twice before he fully registers the features of your face. The unnatural pink hue of your eye is captivating. Long, thick lash as you blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, full lips pouty as you look him over. Lilac hair framing your cute face and going down your back with a little strand on top in the shape of a heart that seems to not even be connected to your head.

Jin snaps out his daze when you shift, reminding him of the situation at hand.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “Can you please get off me?” His face is burning and he hopes it's dark enough for you to not notice. Eyes widening, you quickly shuffle off his lap and sit awkwardly on the floor in front of him.

“S-sorry,” you laugh nervously. As confused as Seokjin is, you’re absolutely bewildered. Not quite sure how you even ended up where you were. The last thing you remember doing was looking outside a window due to what seemed like the night sky glitching? Stars going absolutely buckwild and moving all over the place. And then the sky was spinning despite everything being still. Pressing a hand up against the window pane to get a closer look, things got even weirder when it went right through. Next thing you know, you're in this handsome man’s lap.

Jin is about to speak again when a noise catches his attention. Looking over, Jungkook stirs before stilling again. Jin is quick to stand up, realizing that getting out of the maknae’s room is best to figure out the odd situation. Walking towards the door, he looks back at you and motions to follow him. Not really having much of a choice, you follow him into an empty bedroom which you assume is his. The awkward tension becomes much stronger here. Jin turns and looks as if he’s about to speak, but stops. Honestly, what is he supposed to say. Some random girl just popped out of his friend’s computer for fucks sake! For a good, painful three minutes it’s just accidental eye contact and awkward smiles before one of you decides to speak.

“Cleary neither of us know what the hell is happening,” you begin, rubbing the back of your neck, “But, uh, maybe we should introduce ourselves… if that somehow helps. I’m not sure what that’ll do but I’m Y/N.” You finally look at him, a less nervous and friendly smile on your lips.

Seokjin releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, glad something said since he felt he was about to die of embarrassment.

“I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin, whatever's fine,” he holds his hand out which you shake before it falls back to hang at his side.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jin,” you say. “Nice to meet you too,” he gives a tight-lipped smile that mirrors one of your own. Silence fills the air once again. Small talk dying just as quickly as it started.

“Do you know what happened before, you know, I showed up?” the question falls from your lips as an attempt to end another stretch of silence.

Jin noticeably perks up at the question, telling about computer glitching… and the certain website that seemed to cause it. And it surely comes as a shock to you, one that’s not taken too well.

Everything seems to slow down and zone out as you repeat Jin’s words in your head.

“You popped out of my friend's computer. He was... on a site that shouldn’t have been left open and when I tried to close the tab it started bugging out until you showed up.”

“What site was he on that caused me to show up here? you asked, rightfully curious. Jin’s ears turned, “Uh, something called nhentai, I think?” he laughs nervously. “And I, uh, vaguely remember seeing a character that looked suspiciously like you,” he rambles quickly. It’s not his fault his eyes wandered when trying to close the tab, given the acts happening at that moment weren’t the most appropriate.

The silent stream of tears down your cheeks alarms Jin but he couldn’t blame you though, fictional characters weren’t supposed to really know this information, that they weren’t real outside of their reality. He couldn’t imagine what’s going through your head right now.

“S-so, I'm not real?” the sour crestfallen look on your face causes his heart to clench.

“Well, yes, but also no??” Jin’s answer is more a question, but it relieves a bit of the weight of your shoulders. You slowly begin to calm down and try to keep all the questions swimming around your head at bay, expect for one.

“Do you know what he was reading?”

Seokjin tries to remember a name but he was so quick on closing the tab he didn’t spend any time looking at any details.

“I could go see if it’s in his history or something if it will make you feel better,” Jin offers. With a small smile and a nod from you, Jin leaves to head back to Jungkook’s room, grateful that the boy is still asleep. His computer seems to be working normally again, and when he moves the mouse again, he’s faced with the same damn tab that caused all of this. He decided to look up whatever the hell it was on his phone, in incognito mode unlike the shameless maknae, and leave the computer to turn off itself. Way to paranoid that something else will happen.

Back in his room, he finds you sitting on his bed, legs dangling off the floor and feet shuffling together. “Here,” he hands you his phone.

You're shocked to say the least, the sudden self awareness is like a slap across the face. The fact that here, in Jin’s world, you’re a fictional hentai character is… interesting. You’re not ignorant, porn exists and is consumed where you come from, but that fact that you, yourself is a porn character, and a pretty popular one at that, is some pretty heavy information.

“Well, this is one way to break the fourth wall,” you joke, quiet laughs escaping the both of you while you scroll through the fandom wiki page about yourself. “Thanks,” handing Jin his phone back, giving him a genuine smile this time. Releasing a sigh, you flop back the bed.

“Are you okay,” the concern in his voice is evident. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to realize that you weren't exactly real, just a fictional character.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine,” you start, looking over at him, “just really tired.” The event of the night and lack of sleep was catching up, a yawn escaping you, causing Jin to yawn too.

“Well, you can sleep on the bed,” Jin heads to the closet and pulls out some blankets and starts arranging them on the floor.

“W-wait! It’s your room, you should sleep on the bed,” guilt fills you as you watch him set up his little sleeping stop on the floor.

“It’s fine really,” he smiles. You’re about to continue to protest until he’s wrapping himself (and a cute, white alpaca plushie) in a blanket burrito. “Goodnight Y/N,” he says before falling asleep. Sighing to yourself, you pull the covers over your body and drift off to sleep.

Jin winces when he wakes up, body stiff and neck aching painfully. He looks around confused why he’s on the floor when a movement from his bed catches his eye. Peaking up, you come into his view, spread out comfortable and fast asleep. He’s even more confused until he remembers the events of last night.

“That wasn’t a dream!! It was real?!” Shooting up from the floor, he looks down at you bewildered. “What the hell am I going to do?” he mutters under his breath. He starts pacing the room, hands musing his already messed up hair. He contemplates telling Namjoon or Yoongi about the situation, but isn’t sure if it’s worth it. Like how will one or two more confused people help the situation. In the end, he decides against it. But you’re still here in his room. Is he supposed to keep you in here until a way to send you back occurs, because he really doesn’t want to do that. Keep you trapped in this room for god knows how long. He can’t be seen with you out in public either or else a huge scandal will blow up. Sighing, he goes over to wake you up, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Y/N, wake up please. We need to talk,” he says quietly.

After a minute of constant shake, your groaning, stretching out before sitting up, “What’s wrong?”

Jin can’t help but smile at how cute you look. Messy bed hair and speaking in pout. You’re adorable. He gives you a few minutes to wake up and remember the fucked up situation you're in before he speaks.

“We need to figure out how we’re going to do this,” he starts. Head tilting to the side, you look at him questioningly. “I mean about you staying here.” Understanding now, you nod allowing him to continue. “I really don’t want to keep you in here all the time, that’s not fair to you, but it's not a good idea to let you be seen, so I don’t know what else to do. And we also need to find a way to get you back to your world… or dimension.” he finishes.

"Hmm," despite still being half asleep, you agreed with him. The less people are involved the better and going out could possibly be harmful if others find out about how you got here, that’s if they believe the absurd story. And you don’t want to take over Jin’s room, since it’s his personal space, but options are limited here.

“We don’t have to worry about the next few days since we’ll be mostly at work, but we still need a plan-” Jin starts before being interrupted by his growling stomach. “Okay, food first then we try and figure it out,” he smiles, to which you agree.

Jin is grateful the others are still half asleep and don't question why he takes food into his room only to appear moments later. He's also grateful they haven't noticed how tense he is.

"Hyung…" a tired Jungkook waddles his way over, failing to notice how he stiffened up, "thanks for putting me in bed last night," he gives a dimpled smile and harshly slaps Jin's back (how does he have so much strength despite just waking up, we'll never know) and goes to eat with the rest.

The food is consumed quickly before everyone disperses to get ready for the day. While everyone is getting ready at a normal pace Jin is a silent mess.

"Is there anything I can do to help calm you down?" you asked concernedly. Your back is towards him, courteously turning away as he frantically got dressed, but you can feel how anxious he is.

He stops at your words and finally breathes. "I'm okay… just stressed out," he sighs. He's a little bit more than stressed, but dwelling on that won't make the situation better. You hum in acknowledgment while intensely staring at the wall, also trying to silently sort things out. "You can turn around, you know."

Stretching your arms, you flop backwards on the bed, your deep train of thought disrupted when an upside down Jin comes into view.

He's beautiful, even upside down. And despite his haste to get ready, he's still stylishly put together which you think isn't fair. Rolling onto your stomach you take him in fully. It was a really simple outfit, a black crew neck sweater and some jeans but he made it look like more. His plump lips in a pout as he tried to keep his hair in place, no make-up either, and looked better than all humans on Earth. This isn't fair.

"We'll be out nearly the whole day, so you don't have to be stuck in here. I left a little extra food in the back of the fridge so the others wouldn't notice. Uh, is there anything you need that I can try and get?"

"No, I don't think so,"

"You don't need clothes or anything?" he doesn't know how long you'll be here, even if it's a few days you can't keep the same clothes on.

"I can just wash my stuff when you're gone," you reassure him. He nods, but he plans on getting you a few undergarments, and he hopes his size guessing is accurate. And he could just let you wear his stuff for the time being.

"All right then, um, you wear some of my clothes, I don't mind. And if you need anything don't be afraid to ask," he smiles that pretty smile and you melt a bit as you nod and say goodbye. You wait a good 30 minutes to leave the room once the group has left to go wash up and do a little investigating.

Clean panties and one of Seokjin's amazingly soft sweaters you venture down the halls trying to find the room that belongs to the man named Jungkook. Prior to this, you had used Seokjin's laptop, which he permitted, to figure who this fine man was and what he did. That leads to you sitting in a towel for about an hour reading and watching about the boy group you were currently living with and to say the least you loved them. But that's besides the point, we're getting off track. You were now going to try and guess which room was Jungkook's based on what you could gather about his interests and personality. And by the third room, the other two being you assumed to be Namjoon and Jimin, you struck gold as Jungkook gaming setup was a dead give away. Heading directly to the cursed monitor that brought you here, you observe it carefully. It looked normal. Nothing out of the blue. So you inched closer and moved the mouse around and behold! The screen lights up! A sigh of relief escapes you, grateful that it wasn't shut down and didn't require a password. The screen was the same as Jin left it the previous night. The tab with the doujinshi you originate from takes up the screen. Still nothing seemed to happen. So you lightly poke the screen. Still. Nothing. You even put your face up to it and nothing changed. No glitch. No noticeable lag. Nothing. Defeated, you head back to Jin's room for the rest of the day.

It's been five whole days of being in the Bangtan household. Each day you go into Jungkook's room and see if anything happens with his computer and report the same news to Seokjin once he gets home. No strange happens, no glitches if you touch it. It's as if nothing happened to it all.

Deciding it was pointless to visit the monitor, you were currently laying on Jin's bed and watching animal videos, trying to relax. It was boring, but you can't really complain too much. It was a lot better with Jin around to keep you company. He should be home in a few hours anyways.

The cute animals didn't keep you entertained for long, so you closed the laptop and put it away. Maybe a nap would help pass time.

The smell of him was surrounding you. Those delectable, plush lips trail sloppy kisses over your neck, biting gently here and there and leaving blooming marks in their wake. His hands are squeezing you softly as they move over your skin, slowly going lower and lower until he reaches where you need him most. "You're so wet," he whispers, sultry voice shooting a pang of arousal right to your core. His long fingers slowly circle your clit, and he smirks against your skin when you moan his name and beg for more. He happily obliges, moving down towards your needy cunt-

You jolt awake, a sweaty panting mess. "W-what?" You frantically look around confused. "Oh… it was a dream…" you're disappointed once you realize that you're alone in Seokjin's bed, horny as hell and even more tense than before going to sleep. You desperately try to ignore the wetness between your legs by downing a cup of water, but it doesn't help. It's unclear when Jin will be back, the window for his return with the others varies, so you either have a little or a lot of time to get off if you choose to. And by checking the clock, you'd only been asleep for 45 minutes. As the minutes pass by, your mind keeps wandering back to that little dream and the ache for a release increases.

Throwing caution to the wind, you slide your hand into your ruined panties, moaning as you feel how wet you are.

"F-fuck," you whimper, pushing two finger inside of yourself. You don't remember being so sensitive before. Simply finger-fucking yourself wouldn't have you this desperate. Pumping your fingers faster and grinding the heel of your palm against your clit, you imagine that Jin's the one playing with your dripping pussy. Those long fingers hitting deeper than yours could and that sweet voice whispering in your ear. "Fuck...," you moan to yourself. Shirt now pushed up, your other hand plays with tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between your fingers. You're so close, dripping all over the bed but you don't care. Everything felt so good.

"Ohmygod, shit-"

Your eyes snap open, look directly at a very flustered Jin. It's silent as the two of you stare, Jin trying desperately to not look away from your face.

"I-uh, should I? I'm gonna," Jin turns around to leave.

"Wait," you call out meekly. Jin instantly turns back around. "I want you."

All the blood in his body instantly rushed south at your words. And he's at a loss for any. You look so desperate spread out like that, staring him down with those pretty pink eyes. And he heard just how wet you were before you stopped. He ruined your orgasm, he should make up for it right? Making sure the door was locked and thanking the universe he decided to come home instead of eating out with the boys, he threw his jacket to the floor, before climbing on top of you.

Without wasting a second, your lips latch onto his. He's a bit taken aback, but quickly moves his lips against yours, enjoying the needy way you whine as he gently bites your bottom lip before pulling back.

"I like the enthusiasm, but relax a little bit," he pants, that gorgeous smile taking over his features. You're about to go feral. He sits back on his knees, finally getting to properly taking in just how fucked out you look beneath him, eyes roaming over your figure as he pushes his hair back. The jeans he's wearing are doing nothing to hide the obvious bulge beneath them.

Scratch that. You are feral.

"Take your shirt off," you tug at the unwanted fabric that's blocking your view of a body you know was hand sculpted by the Greeks. He obliges wordlessly and quickly, and throws it to some corner of the room.

And indeed, he is a God.

You've never seen someone so fine above you before you just might cry. And that says a lot considering the purpose of your existence.

"What else do you want?" Jin's melodic voice grabs your attention. Hands massage your thighs as he stares you down with hooded eyes. Speechless as you stare at him, and a little bit intimidated with the darkness of his stare you forget to answer him. He tilts his head, an eyebrow raised questioningly and a smirk plastered on his plump lips.

"Eat me out," you say, eyes never leaving his, "p-please."

Jin chuckles as he leans down to kiss you "Okay," is all he says once he pulls back and moves down between your legs.

He doesn't bother to remove your panties, simply pulling them to the side before placing a gentle kiss to your dripping cunt. Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to his mouth, tongue licking a stripe up your core. The moan that rips from Jin's throat is surprisingly louder than yours. He suddenly laping furiously at your cunt before pulling "Why the hell is your pussy so sweet?" He's not exaggerating, you taste sweet, and normally this would be kinda weird, but this isn't a normal situation now is it. He doesn't care too much and doesn't give you time to respond before he diving back in and sucking on your clit.

He's so good with his mouth. Those pillowy lips feel so good and he's flicking his tongue just right. He's basically making out with your pussy and you absolutely love it.

"Holy shit!" your back arches of the bed and a hand flying down to grip Jin's hair as his tongue slips inside you, slowly fucking in and out. "Feels so fucking g-good!" Jin hums in response, the vibrations causing you to clench around him. Sitting up on a shaky arm, you watch him. His eyes are closed as he works his mouth over you, moaning occasionally at just how delicious you taste. He must have felt you staring, because he's opening his eyes and starting right back at you with a teasing glint. He pulls back, lips cover in your arousal before his tongue cleans it up. Without breaking eye contact, he pushes your legs a bit further apart, and circles the tip of his tongue around your entrance. You clench around nothing as you whimper and stare down at him, the grip on his hair becoming borderline painful, but he ignores it.

You're close again and you want nothing more than to cum all over his pretty face, but it seems Jin has different plans. With one last sloppy kiss to your pussy he's pulling away and pushing you back down and kissing the other pair of lips you have. It's slow and sensual this time. Gently running the tip of his tongue against the seam of your lips as his hands run over the smooth skin of your waist. A quiet moan escaping your throat once tasting yourself on his tongue as it explores your mouth, going deeper than the rushed kiss shared before. Your hands wander over his toned body, feeling the smooth expanse of his honey skin, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs. The shocked moan he emits when you grab a handful of his ass is heavenly and you hope he continues to make such pretty sounds. Hands dancing around to his hips then back up his stomach, nails gently scratch on the way up. You smile into the kiss when his breath picks up significantly, panting slightly against your lips but still remaining too quiet for your liking. So, your hand travels back down again until it reaches the waistband of his jeans, teasingly running a finger against it before trailing it against his aching cock.

"Don't tease me…" he shudders at the light grazing of your hand against him, hips pushing forward to try to get more friction. You decide to be nice and give his length a squeeze, being instantly rewarded with another angelic moan. He's big, even through his jeans you can tell as much. You're licking your lips at the thought of him filling you up while your hand begins to pump him slowly. He's panting beautifully into your neck, but still trying to hold back and stay somewhat composed. You work him up for a minute before he's swatting your hand away and climbing off the bed, quickly stripping off all his remaining clothes. Standing at the foot of the bed, body glistening from a sheen of sweat in the low light of the room looking heavenly and sinful at the same time. You're about to remove your shirt until Jin stops you,

"Keep it on. You look cute in my clothes," he lazily smiles, enjoying how his shirt is too big for you even when it's pushed up over your chest. Jin gets back onto the bed, hooks your thighs around his hip and runs his hands over your warm skin. Body relaxing for the first time in days as his hands massage you, paying extra attention to tits.

"Feel good?" Jin's question is stupid, you both know it feels amazing, if your head titled back and moans have anything to say, but you still give him an answer, a sighed yes falling from your lips pleasing him. "I can make you feel even better," he declares as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly against your clit. Pleasure shoots up your spine, back arching off the bed as he starts rocking his hips, cock sliding against your dripping core. "You're so wet…" he mutters under his breath, mesmerized by how much you're dripping. Hentai perks he assumes.

"Please, p-put it in," you beg, hips pushing forward as you grow impatient with his teasing.

"Okay, okay relax," Jin playfully rolls his eyes, pushing your leg open further with one hand while the other lines himself up. He pushes in slowly, making you feel every inch as he sinks in, stretching you out deliciously.

"Good lord," he grunts, balls deep in what he would describe as your "magical pussy". Kinda cringe, but he hasn't even moved yet but it still feels heavenly just being inside of you, walls fluttering and dripping around him. "Fast or slow?" he pulls out until just the tip is inside and licks his lips, pretty brown eyes boring into yours.

"Fast. Fuck me fast and hard, please," you whine.

And with a sultry smile, he's thrusting forward, hips snapping while his hands grips your waist, further lifting your arched back off the bed.

"Oh god, oh god, Jin! Fuck!" you scream, hands pathetically gripping the sheets. Head thrown back in ecstasy as Jin pounds into your pussy. You bite your lip trying to stay quiet, wanting to hear the sweet breaths and pants of the man above you, but it proves to be difficult with how amazing he's making you feel. "Oh my god.." you groan, unsure what to do with yourself. Seokjin has rendered your brain to mush.

"Look at you," Jin chuckles darkly, those thick, pink lips forming a smirk, "hasn't even been that long yet you're already a fucking mess."

He's feeling cocky. Having felt like forever since he last had someone, and seeing you enjoying yourself this much was doing wonder for his ego. You look so pretty beneath him, panting and moaning his name while his shirt is pushed up exposing those huge tits that bounce with every thrust. Arms near your head, hands fisted as you look up at him through hooded eyes. Pussy wet and gripping onto his cock like a vice, greedily sucking him back in.

You're a treat.

And he's going to devour you.

Without stopping, he pushes your legs towards your chest, hands resting on either side of your head to hold himself up.

"Oh god, just like that!" This position allows him to go even deeper, his cock brushing against your g-spot. Bringing a hand between your bodies, you tease your aching clit, whimpering as the pleasure intensifies.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!"

"Wasn't planning on it," Jin groans before sloppily kissing you, swallowing all the moans of his name from your lips. He felt like he was about to explode, you're too much for him to handle. "S-shit, rub your pretty clit faster for me," he pants heavily, hastily pushing his sweaty bangs back.

"F-fuck, Seokjin," barely able to speak as your orgasm is quickly approaching, you grab onto his strong forearm with your free hand while gazing into his eyes.

Jim chokes of his own spit, hips stuttering as he looks back at you.

The irises of your eyes have become cute, little hearts!

Jin's not stupid, far from that actually. So he knows what's happening once your eyes roll back, tongue hanging out and moans getting even louder.

Swatting your hand away, he replaces it with his own, thumb vigorously circling your clit, "Cum for me, sweetheart."

At his words your body is tensing, incoherent sounds falling from your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Pussy suffocating Jin's poor dick to the point he can barely move as you tremble beneath him so beautifully. It's only seconds until Jin is filling you up with a melodic moan of your name falling from his lips. There's so much of his warm cum that it leaks out, even though he's still inside.

He pulls out and collapses beside you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. A comfortable silence casts as you lay in each other's arms until…

"Shit, they'll be home soon!" Jin panics as he practically jumps off the bed. You shiver as you sit up, more cum leaking onto the already dirty bed sheets.

"Need any help?" laughing softly at Jin's frazzled state, you move to get off the bed before he's lifting you up into his arms and rushing to the bathroom.

"No, no. Need to get you clean. And the bed too, fuck" he's talking mainly to himself as he places you into the bathtub.

It's been over a whole week now, the last three days a lot more eventful than the previous fiv-

"You're taking me so well," Jin groans as quietly as he can from above you, "Look so pretty sucking my cock." You preen at his praise, humming around his length.

He's so big. Can barely take all of him into your mouth so the rest is being jerked off with your hand that's too small to wrap around him. But that's not the problem. The problem is how you want him to be louder, to use that pretty voice of his and moan, and panting, and whimper at how good you're making him feel.

Unfortunately, everyone is home. What you're doing is risky and slightly dumb, but Jin was dying to know what your pretty mouth could do and just couldn't wait any longer.

"Damn it…" Jin bites his lip, hips pushing up as his grip on your hair tightens. You gag slightly and shift your position, knees hurting from sitting between his legs. His hips move again, and it's obvious he's holding back. Wordlessly, you pull your hands away from him and place them nicely on your lap. You gaze up at him and bat your lashes, mouth unmoving around him. "A-are you sure?" his eyes widen with shock and lust as he takes in your pliant form. You nod the best you can and swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, sending a shiver up his spine. He stands up off the bed and grabs a fistful of hair to keep you in place. He starts off slow, deep into your throat until he grows impatient and fucks your face. Tears spilling from your eyes as he fucks your throat raw.

"Fuck Y/N.." he trails off, head thrown back in pleasure, "make yourself feel good too, sweetheart.."

Your hand instantly shoots down to your pussy to circle your clit, throat constricting as you moan. He can hear how wet you are and can only assume you're making a mess and dripping all over the floor and that thought alone nearly sent him over the edge.

"You're so good to me, sweetheart. Letting me use you like this," Jin moans, pushing your head forward until his entire cock was buried in your throat, nose touching his stomach. Your whimper around him and speed up your fingers, orgasm growing closer.

He pulls outs before setting his brutal pace again, harshly biting his lips to stop his moans escaping.

"Shit, I'm close," Jin groans, movements growing sloppy. He forces himself to look down and watch you, and that damn ahegao expression is painted on your stupid, pretty face. The sight is enough to send him over the edge before he could warn you and was cumming down your throat. You easily accept it as you suckle around him, milking him for everything he's got, all without stopping the hand on yourself. It when he's pulling his dick out that your orgasm washes over you. Jin has to quickly slap a hand over your mouth to try and silence you, as you tremble from the pleasure. Once he's sure you're quiet, he's pulling up onto the bed and laying down, placing a sweet kiss into your messy lips.

"Sorry about that," you laugh when he pulls back.

"Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you did everything right, better even," Jin smiles cutely, pulling you into his chest for a hug which you happily return.

The both of you lay together and talk about random things until you have the energy to move, but completely avoid the topic of how to get you home.

"You know," you start mischievously, "you're always saying I'm pretty. "

"Yes, because it's true," Jin states matter-of-factly.

"Well, don't you think I'd look prettier with your cum painted on my face?" You ask with feign innocence.

Jin chuckles and grabs a handful of your ass, "Yeah, I think you would."

Everything was going fine.

Until it wasn't.

The problem came in the form of a certain man named Jeon Jungkook.

He knew something was up. Jin's subtle change in behavior was huge for him and he was going to figure out what he was hiding. Devising a fool proof plan so none of his hyungs would catch on.

Pretend to be sick so he could go home early and snoop around.

Easy. And it was, as the car pulls up to their house. Jungkook fakes being in pain as he makes his way up to the house and convinces his worried manager he'll be fine alone. The second the door closes he quietly laughs to himself. Seeing the black car leave, Jungkook begins his investigation, heading directly to the eldest hyungs room.

"Hmm… This one looks good," you spin in front of the mirror after 20 some minutes of going through Jin's closet once again. It's nothing special, just a pretty sage green sweater, but underneath is a surprise for later.

Picking up a random book you've been reading and getting comfortable on the bed, you're completely oblivious to the scheming maknae.

Jungkook is quiet while tip toeing across the house. He's a hundred percent sure Jin is hiding something in his room and normally he would be respectful and mind his business, but he has a feeling that he can't put into words.

It ends up taking him five minutes to reach the door. Yes, five whole entire minutes due to moving slower than a snail. Holding his breath, he wraps his hand around the door handle, turning it excruciatingly slow and pushing it open.

His eyes nearly bulge out of his skull when he sees you on his hyungs bed and wearing his clothes. The audacity. A lot of thoughts and emotions are running through his mind, with anger and disgust at the forefront.

"Who the hell are you?" he's seething, believing that a saesang had broken into their home.

The book falls from your grasp as Jungkook's presence is finally being made known to you. He's glaring at you with so much hatred you kinda want to cry. But you don't get the chance to as he's reaching for his phone, and you start to panic.

"W-wait no! Don't call anyone it's okay! Um, uh I uh I'm allowed in here!" You can tell right away he doesn't believe you. You move to try and take his phone away but "Don't. Move." his voice is void of any emotion. It's terrifying. Completely different from what Jin has told you about him.

You need to think of something fast because he's seconds away from probably getting you arrested and there's no way to tell Jin.

"You know me right! Y-you should recognize me f-from that hentai you like! Haha, um I'm Y/N…" the more you spoke the stupider you sounded, but it seemed to catch his attention. Thumb hovering over the dial button he stares you down. Studying all your features before a look of bewilderment took over his face. He blinks once. Then twice.

"I want you to repeat to me everything you just said," he deadpans, completely astonished you'd think he'd believe such a thing. Although it's not much, you're grateful you have a chance to explain yourself.

You stand on shaky legs as you motion towards the door, "Can I like, show you?"

Without a word, he steps aside and you lead him to his room, which only confuses him even more.

"So, I know there's a slim chance of you believing me. But a week ago, I randomly popped out of your cursed monitor. Sounds crazy, I know. And Jin was in here and took me back to his room. I've been in there for, you know, a week like I said. We've both been trying to find a way to get me back with causing a big deal, but we've clearly been unsuccessful," you explain in one breath, not giving him a chance to interrupt.

He's quiet and you wish you knew what he was thinking about. Walking over to the cursed monitor, he looks to make sure nothing is wrong with it and right when he's about to call the cops on your ass, a glitch happens. The doujinshi shows up on screen despite him not searching it up and noticeably, a prominent character is nowhere to be seen. Click through the entire chapter, the main girl is gone and others have noticed as wells, the comments flooded with questions of what happened.

Jungkook's head dramatically turns to look at you. "See I wasn't lying," laughing nervously waiting for him to say something.

"This doesn't make any sense."

"I'm just as lost as you are."

Well, you assume not getting arrested anymore.

"I guess that explains hyungs behavior…" Jungkook mutters to himself. He's not sure what to do exactly, with himself or this situation. But suddenly it hits him.

The damned character he's been jerking off to is literally right next to him. Something is rising… and it's not Jesus.

"Are you kidding me?!", Jungkook thinks to himself. He's being betrayed by his own body as blood rushes south. "Well, okay, you can stay, I guess," he says diverting his gaze away from you.

Your body significantly relaxes as you release the breath you'd been holding, "Thanks Jungkook," you smile.

He nearly faints, there barely any blood in his head at this point. "She knows my name?!" Mind and heart racing at how good his name sounded from your lips. He's being ridiculous, he knows this, but this whole situation is if we're being honest.

"Hey, are you okay?" you touch his shoulder, concerned about his strange behavior. Jungkook gives a stiff nod and tries to move away from you. You look on confused as he walks away with his back towards, though it's more of an awkward side shuffle. "Are you sure you're alright?" You question him again.

You can't see it, but his face is burning. He feels hot, it's almost as if he's actually sick. He's trying to keep himself composed, but it's like you have some type of effect over him, despite doing nothing.

"Yeah, I'm good! I'm fine!" he strains. He's still facing away because you'd instantly notice the big problem he has.

"... Okay..." you make your way to the door, deciding to leave him be. You stop in the doorframe, looking back to make sure he's fine and catch him staring.

Jungkook almost regrets looking up from the floor. Almost. He just wanted to take one little peak of you and engrave it into his memory. Maybe it's because you were literally drawn to be perfect that he's cartoonishly drooling at the sight of you. Wearing nothing but a big sweater that allows him to look at your legs, going up and up until the sweater catches on the curve of your ass. He should have looked away when he noticed you turning around, instead his eyes zero in on your exposed shoulder to your neck and your lip— You're smirking. Wait why are you—

"Ah, Jungkook, it seems like you do have a little problem," you tease, shutting the door behind you. You make your way until you're directly in front of him, leaning in to whisper directly into his ear. "Or maybe it's not so little after all," you trail a finger against the outline of his erection. He sucks in a breath as he pathetically tries not to bust a nut. "Do you need help?"

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" Jungkook nods frantically, a bit of a crazed smile on his face because shit he can't believe this is happening.

"I'm all yours," you wink.

Jungkook pulling you flush against him and smacking his lips against yours. He's very vocal, soft whimpers never stop escaping his throat as he devours your mouth. His hands moving underneath your sweater and running against your back and touching you all over. He's handsy, too, going to massage your boobs. He groans when he feels the weight of them in his palms, big and warm. He wants to lay down and nuzzle his face between them and just stay there. But then he has a different idea that has his dick twitching in his pants.

"Can I fuck your tits?" he mumbles against your lips.

You giggle, giving a small push to his strong chest, "Of course."

He's picking you up and placing you back down onto the bed quicker than you can blink. His lips are back on your as his hands push your shirt over chest, exposing the matching white set to his greedy eyes. Jungkook's impatiently tugging the only piece of clothing off your body and starting in awe.

"You're perfect," he says, running his hands down your torso.

"Well, I'm quite literally drawn to perfection so," you laugh, "Let's see how perfect you are," you tilt your head, looking at him expectantly.

Jungkook moves quickly to remove everything waist down, leaving him only in a plain black shirt. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he gives no response, just goes over to the nightstand and takes something out. He stands at the foot of the bed, hand gripping his cock.

He's huge, and you don't know why that's so surprising. It's probably safe to assume that all the men that live in this house are. You're taking off the useless bra, teasing him by pushing your tits together. His grip tightens around his length, his lustful eyes watching your every move. You push them together again, a mischievous look in your eyes, as you lean your head forward and flick a nipple with the tip of your tongue and sucking them into your mouth. Jungkook tosses whatever he has in his hand onto the bed, and crawls on top of you and soon makes himself comfortable as he straddles your chest, hands roughly massaging your tits.

"Stop being a tease," Jungkook glares at you, gently swatting one of your boobs You giggle carelessly, bravely reaching out to grab his leaking cock, smearing precum over the tip. "Hurry up then," you retort, pushing it further by licking the tip.

He's hissing at your touch and pinning your hands above your head, "You're on thin ice," he threatens. You huff slightly but do nothing more.

He picks up the mystery item, a bottle of lube. You shiver as the cold liquid hits your chest and as excitement fills your veins. He then moved your arms, instructing you to hold your tits together.

"God damn," Jungkook groans, finally pushing his cock between your warm chest. The shirt he oddly decided to keep on was blocking the view for the both of you, and you're about to complain until he goes to remove it. It at least you thought he was.

Instead, he's pulling the front of the shirt up and holding it between his teeth, allowing you to see a lot but not everything. His pace picks up after this. He's thrusting quickly against you, pretty moans slightly muffled but still a delight to hear. Those pretty doe eyes, partially blocked by his long, fluffy hair, rolling back in his head, causing him to blink repeatedly to refocus his vision. Jungkook really is a sight to see like this.

"Mmhfuck!" Jungkook moans when you finally, /finally/ take him into your mouth. He's been waiting, but too afraid to take more than what you're giving him. He shivers in pleasure as his cock slips through your breasts and into your awaiting mouth, your tongue happily greeting his tip every single time.

"Fuckfuckfuck I'm gonna cum!! Fucking shit, this feels so goodmmhm!" The incoherent yelling inside Jungkook's mind translates into salacious moans as his body trembles above you. His sculpted thighs and abs tensing as his high approaches.

Jungkook's hands come down on top of yours, squeezing your chest together more. You let him take control of that and slips your hands out from underneath his own, running them over the smooth skin of his thighs. He's jolting at the touch, hips stuttering as he tries desperately not to come undone yet. But that becomes increasingly difficult when your nails are gently scratching down his thighs and lips suckling on his cock.

" 'mso close," his words slur together as he ruts harshly against you. Digging your nails into him and sticking your tongue out, you watch as he falls apart above you. Beautiful face flushed with pleasure as he cums all over your face and chest, moaning your name over and over again.

"Oh my god… " Jungkook pants looking down at you, messily decorated with streaks of his cum and lube. He doesn't move, just stares at you mesmerized.

"You good?" you giggle softly, rubbing his arms. He snaps out of his haze and smiles, "Yeah, I'm great." He still does nothing, eyes racking over your figure until he's jumping in action, scaring the shit out of you as he maneuvers himself so he's level with your chest.

"What the hell–oh~" you're moaning when Jungkook licks your chest, collecting his own cum on his tongue, cleaning up the mess he made. A hand grazes your hip, moving downward to your inner thigh, gripping in gently to move your legs apart. "Jungkook, touch me," you groan, spreading your legs more and directing his hand to your covered core. The panties you still had on are useless at this point, having been completely soaked through. Jungkook simply moves off of you and tugs at the waistband, signaling he wants them off without detaching his mouth from your nipple.

Once your panties are flung randomly somewhere in his room, and you're a hundred percent sure you're not getting them back and he wants to keep them, a souvenir of sorts, he's instantly touching you, two fingers running up your dripping slit before circling your clit.

"Oh shit.." you're sighing as he plays with your pussy while his mouth is still working on your chest. "mmh, more."

"More of what exactly?" he says against your skin, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Put– shit– fuck me with them" you manage to say while he roughly toyed with your clit.

"Okay, baby!" Jungkook smiles cutely, plunging two fingers deep inside of you. The use of the pet name and his long fingers inside of you has moaning his name and back arching off the bed.

You're insanely wet, dripping all over his hand and onto his bed as he pumps his fingers inside of you. Jungkook's cock is hardening again at the absurd squelching from your wetness and your breathy moans.

"You're soaking the bed, baby," he laughs huskily into your ear, curling his fingers upward.

"Oh fuck! Right t-there!" you scream, grabbing onto his arm to keep him in place. You tighten around him as he strokes your g-spot, a lustful smile on his lips as he watches you.

He sits up to look at the mess between your legs, "You got even wetter…" he bites his lips, "You close? You gonna cum for me?"

"Yesyesyes, Jungkook I'm so close fuck," you pant, head thrown back in ecstasy. Jungkook quickens his paces, pushing his finger all the inside you, making sure his palm rubs against your clit, wanting you to reach your high as soon as possible so he could finally be inside you.

"Shit, oh my god, Jungkook please."

"That's it baby, cum for me."

Your back is arching off the bed with a scream of his name, your wall clenching his fingers to a halt as your orgasm washes over you.

You black out for a second before your body calms down, blinking repeatedly to fix your blurred vision. When you finally stop seeing fuzzy dots, you see Jungkook. His eyes are dark with a lustful haze, are wide in shock. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he pants heavily. You follow his gaze downward to see what has his attention. Warmth floods your cheeks when you see droplets slowly trailing down Jungkook's lower half and the huge puddle between your legs.

"You fucking squirted," Jungkook whispers in amazement. His eyes snap up to yours, a devious glint in his eyes, "Gonna make you do that again but on my cock, how does that sound hmm?"

You whimper at his words, and he's leaning to kiss, his tongue instantly invading your mouth. But he's pulling away quickly and laying down back, motioning for you to straddle him.

You looked so good below him and even better on top. Your entire body exposed to him as you sat patiently on him. He spends a good minute looking you over before you grow impatient and start shifting around, causing you to rub against his length.

"Alright, I won't make you wait any longer," he laughs.

"Thank god," you playfully roll your eyes while lifting your hips up while reaching back to line him up to your entrance. In one motion, you're sinking down onto him, moans erupting from the both of you.

Wasting no time, you move up and down on his thick cock, catching him completely off guard and another moan ripping from his throat.

"You feel so good around me, so tight I love it," Jungkook pants, his beautiful face contorted with pleasure. His praise encourages you to move faster, switching between circling your hips and bouncing in his length, wanting him to make more of those pretty moans for you.

Jungkook watches with lust-filled eyes, enticed by the way your boobs bounce with each movement, how your thighs tensed and your breathless pants. But this wasn't enough for him, he felt greedy. He wants more. He's gripping your waist and shifting his legs so his feet are flat on the bed. You don't notice his movement, too absorbed in the pleasure. You do notice when he's roughly thrusting up into you, a string of curses leaving your lips.

"Holy f-fuck, Jungkook yes!" you're shouting as he pistons his cock in and out of your pussy.

"Huh baby, you like that?" Jungkook chuckles darkly. His hand trails down to grip your ass, all control being put into Jungkook's rough hands. Your answer comes in a wanton moan of his name and tightening around him.

You're rendered speechless, broken whines and pants puffing past your lips as Jungkook's thick cock continuously pounds into you. Thoughts full of nothing but him and how good he's making you feel, causing you to forget about everything with a blissful fucked-out smile on your face.

While you're carefree, Jungkook is doing his damn best at focusing and trying not to cum inside you like he desperately wants to in order to make this last. But that's obviously a challenge. This is probably one of the hardest things Jungkook has ever done in his life! How is he supposed to not lose his mind while your cunt is clenching his cock with a vice grip, your moans ringing in his ear and looking so delectable above him.

"Fuck…" Jungkook groans, mentally yelling at himself to stop thinking. He needs to distract himself to hold off a little longer, but you're filling all his senses it's nearly impossib–

"Hey Jungkook! Haha are you feeling… any… better…"

The door to Jungkook's room is busted open and a panicked Seokjin walks in, a bead of sweat running down his temple.

All movement stops and silence fills the once loud room.

Jungkook lays there, frozen in embarrassment and shock as Jin stands by the door, that is wide open by the way.

You're confused as to why Jungkook had stopped, not hearing Jin walk in, and you're slowly growing irritated. You pout down at him and attempt to move your hips, but Jungkook's grip on you prevents you from moving much. Your confusion grows until the sound of the door closing behind you. Whipping your head around, you're surprised to see a frazzled Jin looking back at you.

"Jinnie, you're back!" you smile and twist your body around more to greet him.

"Jungkook what the hell is going on?" Jin glares, although it's not meant for you, you're the only one who sees it.

You look back down at the man beneath you whose nervousness is radiating off of him more powerfully than the horniness that consumed him a few moments ago. You look back at Jin, now looking unamused, "We're fucking."

"Okay, and how did you two get to this point?"

"He found me in your room."

Jin sighs, "And why did you end up on his dick?"

…

"Why not?"

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose. Fucked-out you clearly wasn't going to get him answers. But he's also glad you're still in the house safe.

Walking over to the side of the bed, he looks directly at Jungkook, who's currently looking directly at the ceiling.

"Jungkook."

"Jin-hyung."

"Do you want to explain to me what's going on?"

"... No not really."

Jin sighs again.

"There really isn't much to explain, it's pretty self explanatory," Jungkook says.

Jin opens his mouth to speak again but Jungkook cuts him off, "C-can we talk about this when we're done please."

"Fine," Jin sighs for the third time, he wouldn't even be able to properly scold the boy with you sitting there looking all desperate and needy. "Hurry up."

"Wait no! Join us!" you reach out for Jin as he begins to walk away. He looks at you skeptically, then at Jungkook who still refuses to meet his eyes, then back at you. You're begging him with your eyes despite being seated on another man's cock.

"Are you okay with this, Jungkook?" Jin asks, but his attention is fully on you.

"Yeah sure– fuck baby don't squeeze me like that!"

With Jungkook's spoken consent, all control is wordlessly put into Seokjin's hands.

"Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart,"

Jin stands at the front of the bed. The clanking sound of his belt encouraging you to reluctantly get off Jungkook. You obediently got into position, your face at eye level with his crotch. Licking your lips at the sight of his pants unzipped before you.

"Jungkook," Jin starts while a hand runs through your hair, "Fuck her real good from behind, okay?"

Jungkook is moving faster than any other human has moved before, hurriedly getting onto his knees. With trembling hands, he's lining himself up to your entrance before sinking right in, a strangled moan passed through his lips. Roughly gripping your hips, he's setting a punishing pace right from the start. You're instantly thrown back into the onslaught of pleasure, a moan bubbling in your throat but Jin is slapping his hand over your mouth.

"Everyone's home, so keep it down," Jin chuckles. "Actually, I think I know how to keep you quiet, sweetheart."

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he goes and fishes his cock out from the confines of his jeans. Teasing you by slowly stroking up his shaft while looking directly into your eyes.

"Open up," he taps the tip against your lips and you're instantly taking him in, swirling your tongue around before taking him down your throat.

The two men above you groan quietly at the sight. Jin's hand entangles into your hair while one of Jungkook's arms wraps around your body to softly circle your clit. Your moans vibrate around Jin's length, causing the man to bite his plump lip.

"You're so good, ugh, so good for us, sweetheart.." Jin mutters as he throws his head back as you quicken your pace.

"She's perfect," Jungkook pants out, watching you take Jin's cock down your throat from over your shoulder. He leans forward more until his lips touch your shoulder, placing gentle kisses as a way to distract himself from being too loud.

He knew he wasn't going to last long, his release so close before being interrupted, but that didn't stop him from relentlessly pounding into your sopping wet cunt. Every clench of your walls and every choked moan pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He's panting directly into your ear. His sweet voice laced with pleasure and your name.

Jin wasn't doing much better. If the warmth of your mouth wasn't going to make him lose his mind, then maybe the fact that you're fool shamelessly all over his dick will. Or the wonderful vibrations each of your constant moans stimulates him with. If he really cared, he'd be embarrassed by how easy it was for you to him this riled up, but how could you when you're getting head this good? Entangling hand hand into your hair, Jin slowly fucks your throat, a complete contrast to the way Jungkook is pounding into your cunt.

"Baby, fuck– I'm gonna cum," Jungkook whispers to you. You couldn't see it, the way his pretty lashes were fluttering as he lost focus. The fingers on your clit speed up as he shifts to go deeper inside you, hitting that /one/ spot. The stimulation of your g-spot was enough to trigger your orgasm, Jin's cock slipping from your mouth as your pussy spasming around Jungkook's thick length.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook's harshly biting his lip, doing his best to contain the noises that threaten to escape as he comes inside you.

Hot ropes of cum fill your cunt while he whimpers directly into your ear. He keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, smoothing over your skin and holding you against his sweaty chest as you ride out your orgasm. Heavy breathing fills the still space of the bedroom, Jungkook's breaths tickling your skin as he lays against your back.

Unwillingly, Jungkook sits up and slowly pulls out, watching as some of his cum drips out and down your thighs in a tantalizing trail. He begins to move behind you, shuffling to be seated at eye level with your creamy cunt.

"Oh!~" you turn and gasp when Jungkook licks his way up your thighs, cleaning up everything that had dribbled out of you. His positioning is a bit awkward but that doesn't stop him from eating his own cum out of your cunt, lapping at your sensitive folds leisurely as his fingers gently push into you causing more of his cum to spill out into his greedy mouth.

With a final kiss to your clit, he's pulling away and laying flat on his back, licking the remnants off his lips with a satisfied smile.

A gentle hand on your chin directs your attention back to the man in front of you.

His eyes that were usually kind and bright were hooded, darkened with lust as he holds your chin delicately between his thumb and index finger. Seokjin tilts his head to the side, studying you while he thinks deeply.

"Sweetheart," Jin says to regain your attention that had drifted to his cock dangling directly in front of your face. Snapping your eyes back to his, he continues, "lay against Jungkook for me."

Following his directions, you lay back in the open space between Jungkook's legs, back sticking to his hard chest. Immediately, Jungkook passes his arms from underneath your own and grabs handfuls of your tits. You relax against his body as his hands work your chest, humming in delight when he massages then harder.

"You're having a hard time keeping your attention on me, sweetheart. What do I have to do to fix that?" Seokjin asks, cocking his head to the side. He's situated himself between your spread legs, a hand smoothing against the soft skin of your thigh.

"Fuck me," you don't hesitate, staring straight into Jin's eyes. You can feel Jungkook huff a laugh against your neck where his lips have been sucking bruises.

"Well," smirking, Jin pushes your thighs close to your chest, exposing your abused pussy, "if that's what it takes." He sinks his cock inside you in one quick thrust, groan when you pulse around him.

He's gained you're undivided attention now, your lust-filled eyes glued onto his as he pounds into you. He smiles, happy to see you quivering with pleasure underneath him, his name falling from your kiss-swollen lips, your arms moving to wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

He would never admit it out loud, but as much as watching you fuck Jungkook turned him on, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous seeing you give your attention to someone else.

"Jin, f-fuck harder! Please go harder!" you beg, head thrown back as broken moans escape your sore throat.

Pausing momentarily, he drags you down lower on the bed and out of Jungkook's hold, now laying in the open space between his thick thighs. Back flat against the mattress, Seokjin parts your legs, hands holding your thighs before roughly thrusting inside you, causing both of you to moan. Following your wishes, Seokjin fucks into you faster and deeper, one of his hands moving closer to rub at your clit.

Jungkook was disappointed when you were pulled away from him, but it didn't last long. Watching your face contorted in pleasure while your boobs bounced vigorously with each hard thrust made up for the absence of your body against his.

"You look so pretty, baby," Jungkook reaches down to move the hair out of your face. You moan at his praise, head nuzzling into his hand as he softly played with your hair. "Does it feel good? Tell me how good he's making you feel."

You could barely process the question, mind too fucked out to think properly.

"He asked you a question, sweetheart, answer him," Jin pressed down roughly on your clit, causing your back to arch of the bed.

"S'g-good! Ah! Feels fucking Aa-amazing!" your words come out more slurred than intended, but it's hard to speak with such a big cock inside you! "I'm gonna cum," you moan, gripping the sheets and Jungkook’s thigh to ground yourself.

At your words, Seokjin somehow manages to go even faster, hips snapping with a purpose. Even if you hadn't said anything, he would know you were close to the edge. The telltale signs of your orgasm written all over your body.

The way your mouth hangs open with the corners pulled up into a lustful smile, short pants and moans never ceasing. The irises of your pink eyes transform into little hearts before your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. Your pussy is getting even tighter and impossibly wetter.

Jungkook stares in complete awe and arousal. His cock twitching at the erotic sight of your reaching your high.

"Seokjin fuck! Pleaseplease so good, wanna cum!" spewing please and praise out of your unfiltered mouth repeating his name like a mantra.

"Then do it. Show Jungkookie how pretty you are when you cum," Seokjin commands. A few more strokes and one final presses to your clit and your convulsing around him. Body trembling from the power of your release. Eyes shining that signature pretty pink as that icon lewd facial expression takes over your features. The sight so arousing that Jungkook cums untouched, hips bucking into the air while he moans shamelessly, streaks of cum coating his torso white.

"Shit, look at that. You're gonna make me cum," Jin groans. He isn't too far behind, his dick twitching as he watches you shaking beneath him. Trapping you with his arms on either side of your head, he's pushing in balls deep he comes inside you, melodic voice singing your name as he does.

The sight of him above you glorious. Sweat dripping down the column of his neck and the length of his body. Chest heaving and eyes closed as he basks in the post orgasmic bliss. And then he's opening his eyes, and you swore you could come again just from that look alone. Unfocused, hooded lustful gaze peering down at you becomes all the more sinful when the corner of his lip pulls up into a lazy smirk. Leaning down, he kisses you, his lips molding with yours shorter than you would like. The three of you groan when he pulls out, cum instantly spilling out and making the bed beneath you even messier.

"Ah, we need to get cleaned up first," Jin laughs when you try to pull him down towards you. If you had the energy, you'd try and convince him to lay with a for a little bit, but instead you let the both of them do what they want.

By some blessing, the rest of the group heard and suspected nothing, making the quick trip to the bathroom easy. You're now happily back in Jungkook's clean bed, one of his shirts adorning your body, and his hands somehow up the front caressing your chest. His lips attacking your with playful kisses, tongue darting out only to retreat moments later.

"Can you keep your hands off of her for even five seconds?" walking into the room Jin questions Jungkook, whose tongue was now down your throat and his hands still massaging your tits, eliciting soft whimpers from you.

He pulls back, cheeks dusted pink, "I mean I could, but why would I want to?" His hands leave your boobs, moving to your low back and pulling you into his chest. Seokjin rolls his eyes as he climbs into the bed behind you, his broad chest against your back.

"Both of you need to sleep," Seokjin mutters, trying to keep his eyes open. Before he drifts off, he's turning your face towards him, gently kissing you.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Jinnie smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Jungkook peppers your face with kisses before placing a final kiss on your lips, "G'night, baby."

"Goodnight Jin. Goodnight Jungkook," you giggle quietly. In minutes you're falling asleep comfortably.

Your sleep is disrupted by an irritable itch on your leg. You've tried scratching at it but it won't go away. So now you're lying fully awake, with more parts of your body itching. You want to get up to see what's wrong, but you're still sandwiched between the two men and incredibly sore. You try a go back to sleep, but the itching is becoming unbearable.

You do your best to climb out of bed, trying your hardest to not disrupt the other two, and thankfully succeed. Deciding to go to the bathroom to check out what's wrong, a light catches your eye. Turning your head to the source you see it

Jungkook's monitor in on.

And you know it wasn't when all of you went to sleep.

You slowly make your way towards the desk, but stop when you feel the itching get more intense.

"Oh! I can probably go back!” you think to yourself. Walking up to the desk, the annoying itching turns into a subtle warmth. You don't dare touch the cursed monitor. Not yet at least. You look around, spotting a pen and a pad of sticking notes. You obviously didn't want to leave without an explanation. Writing up the little note, you make your way back into Seokjin's room as quietly as possible and try to find your clothes in the dark, too scared to turn the light on and get caught. It took a good eight minutes of squinting in the dark to find the clothes you originally can here in and change into them before going trekking back. They were still asleep. Placing Jungkook's at the edge of the bed you walk back to the desk.

You place the note in the most noticeable spot, on the mouse. Taking a deep breath, you take one last look at the two handsome men and smile.

"I hope I remember all of this…," you smile to yourself. Directing your attention back to the monitor, you reach your hand towards it, the screen and your body glitching until…

You're gone.

That's the first thing Jin notices when he wakes up. He instantly becomes worried after he checks his room and the bathrooms only to see you're nowhere to be found. Abruptly waking up Jungkook, he informs him of your sudden disappearance.

"Where could she have gone, though?" Jungkook pouts, his sleepy brain stressed out. His eyes wander around his room, trying to see if anything looked out of place.

"Wait, what's this?" Jin bends down to pick something up. It's the shirt you were wearing the night before.

"Nooo, Y/N looked so cute in that!" Jungkook pouts even more.

"Now is not the time," Jin glares, "Why did she take this off?" Jungkook shrugs.

They sit in silence for ten minutes, trying to figure out why you were suddenly gone. With his brain finally being fully awake, it dawn on him.

"Did she go home?" Jungkook asks out loud.

There's a beat of silence, before they're racing over to the God forsaken setup, spotting the sticky note on the mouse almost immediately. Their worries vanish at the sight of the neatly drawn note, instead relief and a light sadness fills their chest, but they know you're safe.

Jin picks up the note as Jungkook reads it over his shoulder.

"Hey, it seems I finally have a chance to go back home. Which is a good thing, but I really don't want to leave. It's been so nice staying here, but who knows what you happen if I stayed longer. (I do know of one thing that would happen if it stayed, if you know what I'm saying heehee). It's bittersweet. I have no idea if I'll remember any of this, but I really hope I do. You two showed me a really good time. Seokjinnie, thank you so much for taking care of me for the past few weeks, I greatly appreciate it and I love u<3. And Jungkook, I love u too<3, but I fucking hate your cursed ass monitor, but at the same time I'm grateful because I got to meet you. Anyway, don't worry too much about me, it won't do you any good. Regardless of what happens, I'll miss you soooo much!

– love Y/N

P.S. I left pretty much everything, yes that includes my panties so be good and share and have fun with those you filthy perverts!<3"

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