#WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HIS LAST NAME IS TIMBS

[ayy-junipei]

Fears

[rightsockjin]

Timbs part 2

Hello beautiful people! Merry Christmas and Happy holidays! Since this blog has grown so much even during the time of our temporary hiatus, and this story (Timbs from the dynamite series) continues to get attention, I thought that I'd listen and write a part two! Happy Christmas Y'all! Also, I do want to address some stuff that is in this pic. First off, as a group, the writers at right sock decided to give each member of BTS a permanent girlfriend. So basically, nicknames which will make it easier to refer to other girls. This is the first real place you will see that. Y/N is nicknamed Bunny in this. But Y/N is used as well. Just incase it confused you.

Anyway! On to what we all came here for!

Summary: After your last encounter with your best friend and the words exchanged, you aren't sure where you stand... but maybe you should focus on where you lay...

Rating: M! Big M!

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff. All the good stories are hehe.

word count: Drum roll please....7,378!

Warnings: Stalking, being eaten out, mentions of blowjobs, kink talk. someone walks in during the deed....kinda. Jealousy. General meanness. Naked people y'all. nipple stuff. I think that’s all??

Part one

Master list

He closed the door behind him. It thudded thickly in the small apartment of his that you frequented. It was in the same state as you had seen it the last time you had been over. Boxes were still packed, dust covered the old furniture, save for the couch that had been a combined gift from all of his friends as he was the last to move out, that had come with the appartnemnt appartment, and heaps of bubble wrap and packing peanuts littered the floor. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

Your nose itched and you could feel a sneeze coming on. With a slight shake of your head, you looked over your shoulder and gave your best friend the look. Eyebrows slightly raised at the center, a light smile teased your nude, mint chapstick coated lips. A hint of incredulity mixed with “really?” and some other emotion that you tried to snuff out completely. Something akin to fondness perhaps?

Jungkook had his black shirt covered back to you. His hair was grazing his lower ears and lightly ruffled as he turned to look at you after checking that the door had indeed locked as he forgot to lock his door constantly which made no sense because it was an automatic lock, but somehow, he had already gotten people accidentally walking in on him in less than opportune moments. Namely, this girl who lived near by was always accidentally walking into his apartment thinking it was hers, but you surmised that she couldn’t possibly be that stupid and was coming in purly because she thought Jungkook was cute and single.

You knew this because one time, you had been over and she “accidentally” walked in while Jungkook was in the restroom with a cute little confused face on which fell as soon as she saw you lounging on the couch eating a particularly stringy mango. She stumbled through an awkward apology before quickly closing the door and going to her actual apartment.

But Jungkook was convinced that she was just very lost and very new to the building. You couldn’t bear to break it to him. Or maybe you didn’t want him to realize that she most likely had a crush on him. A creepy, stalkery crush… maybe you should tell him...

Jungkook’s mask sat slightly under his nose. His eyes widened when he noticed you staring, completely zoned out from your light flashback. He blinked in confusion, frozen for a second before he slowly crossed his arms and raised his own eyebrows at you.

You shook your head and scrunched your eyebrows at him then. Your hands held up in question. A stance that clearly said “what are you looking at me like that for? I’m the one judging you here.”

Again, with mirth in his eyes and his nose scrunched slightly, signaling that he was smiling under his face cover, he mimicked your stance. He leaned down slightly to get on your level. His mistake. You would think he’d learn by now.

You smacked the side of his head lightly enough that you were sure it didn’t hurt but also hard enough to get him out of this weird theater mirror exercise thing he was doing.

“Ow? What the fuck, Bunny,” he questioned, closing one eye tightly and rubbing the spot on his head you had tapped as if you had bruised him.

You rolled your eyes but reached up and patted his head lightly before giving his hair a small scratch that you knew he loved as an apology. Without fail, he smiled down at you with squinty eyes and a scrunched nose. The fondness in his eyes reached your own body. A sense of calmness. Your body relaxed.

You made to remove your hand from his hair, but he put his own hand over yours, begging you to keep it on his head for a second longer. You complied, only because you liked to mess with his hair almost as much as he liked for you to mess with it.

Jungkook ripped his mask off as you mused his hair gently. His breathing slowed and he let himself take yet another step closer to you. The scent of sweet pea flowers danced around him like a lullaby.

He was tired. He hadn’t realized he was tired until that very moment, since your outing hadn’t really been something to tire him out. He was usually fairly energetic around you and lunch was hardly an activity that would make him feel tired, but now, a nap was sounding really nice. He wondered if you would nap with him if he asked.

But then your hand was off his head and you were stepping away and the peace was lifted. He snapped his eyes open, a pretty pout decorated his pink lips which went ignored by you.

“You should really unpack all this stuff Kookie. The dust is really obnoxious.”

And then you rubbed the underside of your nose and sniffed aggressively. Jesus, how were you this...breathtaking? He felt the emotion building in his chest. It compressed into his ribs and pressed on all his organs. It grew bigger and bigger until it felt like he would explode. Almost like the weeks before when you had your head between his legs with your saliva dribbled down his cock and onto his-

AACHOOoo!

Jungkook was nearly knocked off his feet with the force of his sneeze. Instantly, the pressure in his chest loosened a bit but not entirely. Not enough. He blinked down at his body, feeling betrayed.

He could already feel his nice slacks starting to squeeze around his middle. He could only stand there in shock as he watched blood flow to his third leg. He had really thought that he had gotten past the phase of his crush on you where every little thing you did turned him on.

But then again, sucking him off while he fingered you in a barely lit room wasn’t exactly a little thing. It was huge. And he wasn’t just talking about his dick.

If he was a braver man, he would have made something of that first encounter. Maybe asked you where you stood. Maybe confessed that as much as he thought you were beautiful in every physical way, he was highly attracted to you. Just you. The you that barged into his room whenever she felt like it. The you that texted him every morning with a synopsis of your crazy dream and used the word dick as a verb, a noun and an adjective at any given point.  The you that liked to bitch at him for every little thing he did because it was out of affection.

But no. You had left that day and neither you nor him had mentioned it once while you hadn’t rejected any of his date invitations, he couldn’t muster the courage to actually ask what your relationship was. Not even in passing. He was starting to wonder if it had actually even happened or if he had imagined it, but every time he goes for his laptop and sees the dent on the edge where it hit the floor, he is forced to recall the sweet scent of flowers and your dripping center.

He had to stop that. If he kept letting his head wonder this way…

Well, he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, which is why he hadn’t brought it up. Or that’s what he told himself.

“Well bless you,” you said with a slight giggle, “That sounded like it hurt.”

Jungkook forced his awareness away from his crotch, realizing that if he wanted you to not see it, it would be best to not draw more awareness to it himself and the limb that was awkwardly sticking to his left leg.

“A-a little. Maybe you’re right. I really should sweep this place. I just haven’t had time since i’ve been spending so much time out with you.”

You scrunch your nose at him. His cheeks were a little red, though you assumed it was from the cold outside since the tip of his nose was also a bit red. Then, he pushed his hair out of his face, you noticed that so were his ears.

Weird. He only ever got rosy ears when he was embarrassed? Well he should be. His apartment was a mess. He probably shouldn’t have even moved out. You doubted that he knew how to clean his own ass let alone do his laundry. You were going to tell him exactly that, sass locked and loaded but something- maybe it was the way his pants fit or the way that his chest protruded through his shirt or the muscles in his arms- told you to look down.

His thighs were always your favorite part of him. So strong. Rideable. How could you not when he spent so much time making sure that they were solid as a rock. You could salivate, in fact you were salivating thinking of the last time you had your mouth anywhere near those legs and his dick deep in your throat.

If you really focused, you could fool yourself into thinking that he was hard in that instant. But no. Wait. Was it? Was he?

You snapped your eyes back to your friend. Your friend that you wanted to be more than that but you refused to say so, to see that he was looking around the apartment thoughtfully.

“Why don’t you go home for today, Y/N? I should get started on-,” he cleared his throat and visibly swallowed, hoping that if he got rid of you quickly enough, then you wouldn’t have a chance to notice the log that was in his pants.

You on the other hand weren’t sure what to do. His suggestion made you do a double take. Your boundary issues had not been resolved from last time. And this was evident in what you said next.

“Gonna beat it to the last time you got a real blow job instead of asking for one or what? Small dick energy.”

And who else could that have been than you? Your brain caught up to your mouth a second too late to take anything back. The words floated out in the open like an invitation. Well, wasn’t it? Isn’t that what you had meant? Probably. Your brain tended to go that direction when it came to Jeon Jungkook but had you really just offered him a blow job?

There was a second in which Jungkook’s face steadily turned the color of a cherry tomato and he began to sweat slightly. His eyes were wide and he was looking at you like he must have misunderstood. Were you speaking the same language?

His body tensed and blood pumped predominantly to his cheeks or his nether region. He felt a little faint even. Was the room spinning? It felt like it could be.

You watched him reel and try to compose himself. This was similar to the last time you guys had partaken in activities that weren’t usually shared by platonic friends. And like that instance, you felt the urge to run. To get out before he had a chance to don his other persona. The one that makes you weak in the knees and something of a brat.

“Is that like an offer or are you being an ass?” he asked, sass dripping from his tone. He pushed both hands into his pockets, the tips of his fingers grazed his hardened rod, already sensitive despite it not being entirely hard.

You crossed your arms, not sure if you wanted him to take you up on your invitation or if you wanted to retract it.

Jungkook took a step closer to you, waiting patiently for you to find your voice. He wasn’t going to pressure you. As much as he had enjoyed it last time, he couldn’t live with himself if you did something just for his sake.

You leaned against the back of his couch, the head rest was pushed slightly against your lower back, grounding you.

“No pressure, Y/N,” he assured, suddenly feeling like the playful tone that this activity had taken on the last time may seem a little pushy if you really didn’t want to partake once again.

But this solidified in your mind that as much as he seemed turned on, he clearly had enough respect for you to make sure you really were into the situation as much as he was. This was enough to push any feelings of unease aside and focus just on what was being given.

“I mean… honestly, don’t you kind of owe me for last time? I basically did all the work and you just sat there like a rock.”

Jungkook gaped at you, he put a hand over his heart and scooted slightly closer so that there was only a foot of distance between the both of you now.

“You were the one calling the shots babe. If you wanted me to do something more than just shake that,” Perfectly sculpted and hard work evident, “ass then you should have said something.”

His vibrato dropped for a second, his eyes met yours, “I’d do anything you ask of me, Bun.”

Your heart palpitated wildily in your chest. The words he had spoken to you that night came back to you then. You dreamed of those words. Hoped he would say them again in a different setting but never had even acknowledged that it had even happened, so you were left only with dreams and foggy memories of the way your name sounded on his sweet lips and the three words that you craved to hear.

He’d probably said it in the heat of the moment. The emotions were high and your climaxes had just...well climaxed so maybe it wasn’t that he L-worded you. It was that he L-worded what had just happened.

The issue then was that you did mean them. You meant when you said that you L-worded him so the blow of your relationship staying exactly the same as it had been before, nearly made you want to cut ties with him completely out of pure embarrassment. But you couldn’t. Because he didn’t let you. Any time you didn’t answer your phone, he was at your door. Any time you avoided set dates, he’d find you. The jerk wouldn’t let you leave, and you were too weak to let him go anyway.

But then there was that sparkle of...something, in his big eyes that made him seem so genuine and willing. Subconsciously, he licked his lips and you could only imagine those same lips on you. His head between your legs.

Could you take his offer? Did you have the courage to ask for what you wanted?

“A-anything?”

Junkook’s teeth made an appearance before he chuckled lowly, “Do I make you nervous? Is- is that’s what’s going on here?” He asked, gesturing between you two with one finger. Confidence poured out of every pore.

Instantly, you scoffed. Because no. Jungkook, baby boy, bunny teeth Jeon didn’t make you nervous in the slightest. But then why did your voice get stuck in your throat? Why did your mind go blank? Why were you fidgeting incessantly?

Jungkook hissed, a laugh chimed deep in his throat, “Who would have thought that the only thing I needed to do to get you to shut up was to offer to do you? Wish I would have known this years ago! I would have offered more often.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles flexed against his shirt. Your body thirsted at the sight. What would he look like on top of you? Pinning you down?

Your eyelid felt heavy. Lust coursed through your body. If you could just speak-

“So what will it be? Want me to eat you out? Fuck you? Spank you? Or are you more of an orgasm denial type of girl? You know, if this is going to work out, we should really talk about those kinks. Maybe think of a safe word? Or are you not that kinky? Cuz I’m pretty kinky so we should definitely talk hard limits as well-”

You watched him monologue in complete shock. Did he think that this was going to be a common occurrence? No. You didn’t usually sleep with guys just for the hell of it unless you were never going to see them again, and Jungkook clearly did not fit that criteria so no. You couldn’t just casually sleep with your best friend.

You opened your mouth to tell him this when you suddenly tuned back into the conversation.

“-and I mean… I know it might have been a bit fuzzy but I’ve had fun on our dates so far so I guess it’s natural that we take this to the next level? If- If that’s okay with you! Mama always told me that a gentleman never rushes his woman. Not that you’re mine! Or like that I own you or anything like that! No, no, I just mean that I like you and well you like me and like… the dates? So we’re like together? A couple? Should we have that conversation as well? I don’t know… what do you think, Y/N?”

You blinked at him in complete shock. Had you been dating Jungkook for the last couple of weeks and hadn’t noticed?

In hindsight, he had been paying for some of your meals and while he had done this on occasion, it had become more of a regular thing. He’d also been a lot more clingy than he had been. He’d even tried holding your hand  a couple of times only for you to panic and pull away.

All of this information seemed to hit you like a ton of bricks. Oh my God… You had been dating Jungkook! How the hell did you miss that??

When you didn’t answer, combined with the horrified expression on your face that he had no way of knowing wasn’t complete disgust at the idea of him touching you, Jungkook feel like a total idiot.

To him, it seemed clear that the last thing you wanted was for his nasty hands anywhere near you. Couldn’t he take a hint? Clearly not, because you hadn’t so much as tried to kiss him on the cheek and now here he was offering to eat you. Talk about jumping some steps.

He took a step back, trying to give you some room so as not to force himself on you but he could feel his heart constrict. He was not gonna cry. He was not gonna cry. He was not gonna- oh…

Tears pooled in his pretty eyes. They burned with emotion and he really wanted nothing more than for you to leave and never speak to him again while at the same time wanting to jump into your arms and be comforted.

Regardless of his feelings, he stayed rooted to the spot he was standing in, his hands folded neatly before him as he bowed his head in a small apology.

“Oh...I uh… I overstepped. I’m so sorry, Y/N… I didn’t mean to- to make you uncomfortable.”

He balled his hands into fists trying to distract himself from the emotional pain of the blow you had dealt.

You on the other hand, were struggling to come to terms with what was happening. How did you stop this from spiraling further? And.. was he crying? No! He couldn’t be crying! You had to stop this. He may be obnoxious and a baby but he was apparently… your… obnoxious baby!

Without thinking much, you closed the distance with one big step and wormed your arms around his torso. You shimmied your head under his chin. Jungkook seized for a second. Unsure what he should do.

But as the shock wore down, he let his body relax and wrapped his strong arms around your body as he was shocked with emotion. At the end of the day, you were his best friend and if he was going to be consoled after a girl broke his heart, it would be you who would do it, even if that girl who broke his heart… was you.

But then, why were you kissing his neck softly? Was he imagining it? No. Because in the next second, you were grabbing his chin with your thumb and forefinger- they were ice cold- and you were pulling his face to look up at you.

When your eyes connected, your heart shattered. The pools of tears turned to streams in the mountains of his cheeks then conjelled at the valley between his collarbones.

Of course, on top of his good looks, he was a pretty crier. That was so unfair. Almost as unfair as the beautiful fan of eyelashes that caught his sparkling tears. And the voice that could only belong to an angel that he possessed.

You couldn’t help the slight smile that crossed your chapstick lips and the fond scrunch of your nose before you closed the three inches or so of air that divided you. When your lips settled onto his, you felt rather than saw him freeze for the third time that day.

His lips were a little salty and a little minty. Vaguely, you remember him applying and reapplying his chapstick all day. Now you wondered if he had been doing it out of nervousness.

Then his hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, balled at the nape pleasantly. He was breathing hard. Like he’d run a marathon or danced a full concert.

His lips were pressed so firmly onto yours that you were sure they would swell and bruise after this. You let all semblance of control be taken from you. One of his hands slid down to the arch of your back tentatively. Like he was scared to break you or that you would tell him to get off.

You arched your back with his hand, pressing your high necked cotton shirt into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his own shirt and the muscles that covered it.

With a sigh, you opened your mouth as he opened his lips and sandwiched your top one within his own.

You could feel that he was still crying, but you weren’t exactly sure why. You could ask later. Right now, all you wanted, all you knew he needed, was for you to kiss him and make it all better. To fix whatever it is you had done. You could piece him back together if you tried hard enough.

So when he began walking you backwards towards the couch, you didn’t fight. The hand on your back moved over to your hip. His lips were connected to yours, open wide, his tongue explored the wet cavern of your mouth. Teeth clashed awkwardly, the kiss was out of sync. You let him maneuver your head whichever way he wanted with the hand that was still firmly in your hair. He leaned over you. His body seemed to completely incompace yours. Your back was arched almost forty five degrees. It wasn’t painful at all. Instead, it pushed your hips flush against his.

His member, which had shrunk significantly only seconds before, was now growing again, filling with the erotic arousal that pulsed in his veins. A hulk in disguise was being pulled from the Bruce Banner you were so used to. And you were all too eager to let him show you this side of him.

Like a man on the brink of drowning, he pulled his mouth from yours. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. In a split second, he leaned down and picked you up from the knees. You wondered if he would carry you to his room or throw you over his shoulder, but he sat you down on the back of the couch before he placed a quick peck to your lips.

Then, like the sadist he was, he pulled away again, smiling up at you through red eyes. He wasn’t sure what this meant. If this was a sign that you too were too scared to bring up the relationship and the conversation that could change everything, but that could wait for another time. Right then, all he wanted was to show you, with his tongue, with his mouth, with whatever limb you let him, that he was falling for you. Hard.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes. A sigh escaped your lips. If you opened your eyes, would it be over? Would he ask you to leave? Would it once again go back to how it was for the last couple of weeks?

Eventually, you did open your eyes. Jungkook could see the fear and unsteadiness in them. The red around the brown made you hurt deeply in your soul. A tender hand reached out to cup his cheek. The light scratch of your freshly done nails was pleasurable to his senses. Goosebumps. Then a strong shiver. And he felt himself melt for the girl he had known for so long. And you for the man whom you had watched grow from a frightened boy.

“Are you going to touch me or are you going to punish me for all the times I left you high and dry,” you laughed. Even in this tender moment, you couldn’t hold your tongue, but Jungkook didn’t mind. The engine of his brain was whirring and he could hear, all he could see and feel, was you...you...you. Nothing but you and the way your hair hung under your chest and covered your left eye. Nothing but your chest rising and falling and the smile on your kissible, bruised lips.

How could he help himself? The answer? Would always be you.

He kissed your nose, then your cheek. An eskimo kiss. You giggled. It was the most beautiful music to his ears.

“You want me to Bunbun?” Internally, he cringed at his overly affectionate name but you smiled brighter and the insecurity left as soon as it came.

“Is that my name now?”

“If you want it to be, or you could choose another one?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, now that you were almost level with his eyes- though now you were a bit taller than him. You shrugged.

“I like it. Bunny, Bun, BunBun, any variation.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Who knew you were this cheesy, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you opened your legs so he could slot himself between them. You pulled him closer and wrapped your legs around his waist. A mischievous smirk crossed your lips.

“What’s with the face,” he asked, sniffling a little.

“What face,” you asked, feigning innocence.

“This face,” he countered, gesturing vaguely at your eyes.

“Oh this? Ah well you see,” and then without ending your thought, you let yourself fall backwards with your legs and arms wrapped tightly around his frame. He was much heavier than you and clearly more muscular but with the weight distribution you were able to pull him over the back of the couch and twist both yourself and him so you landed on the cushions. His body atop yours.

By the look on his face, he clearly had not expected you to pull him, nor did he expect for his center to land directly on yours, but the shock gave way to the joy and fun that tended to encompass your everyday encounters.

His high pitched giggle of a laugh made an appearance which caused a multitude of butterflies to flutter through your intestines and chest. He relaxed into you, laying his head cautiously onto your breasts, pushing his middle away from your heated core. (yes, he noticed)

He could hear your heart beating against the- hehe squishy- lump of fat on your chest. Instantly, he knew that he could spend eons on your bosom uninhibited and satisfied.

But the pulse of his confined member made his head swirl with thoughts less than innocent.

When your nails lightly scratched at his back and the smallest, lightest moan left your lips, he knew you must be on the same page. Or at least, he hoped. Spurred on by the heavenly shapes and your inquiry from a couple seconds before, Jungkook picked his head off your chest and hovered over your left breast.

There was a question in his eyes as he looked between your boob and your face. One which you couldn’t answer verbally as your heart rate picked up and the lust poisoned your veins.

With the slightest nod, he had everything he needed to lean down and lightly nip at the mound through the thin material of your beige shirt. The warmth of his breath traversed the stitches easily. It sent pleasant shivers through your body, settling in your core.

He nibbled softly around what he hoped was your nipple, before he kissed the center of the mound with tender lips. His eyes stayed looking up at yours, searching for any signs that he should stop. You bit your lips and took a deep breath, dropping his questioning gaze and letting him take the reigns once again.

Jungkook felt you relax into him. Relief flooded his chest. With a little more confidence, Jungkook looked with his mouth for the hardened bud of your breast and pulled it softly between his teeth. He was rewarded with a moan, only slightly louder than the one before and he realized, he wanted you screaming. He wanted you to moan his name. Hear your voice penetrate through the walls of his apartment and disturb the neighbors. This was his new goal.

“Y/N,” he said softly trying to get your attention. Instantly, you looked down from your position, your pupils were blown wide. A beautiful sight.

“Is it okay if I-” and then his confidence waned and so he gestured to your shirt with his eyes a couple of times. You smiled at him.

“Mhm, go for it Kookie.”

Was this what it felt like to be called a good boy? Because Jungkook loved it. He needed more. More. More.

Eagerly, Jungkook untucked your shirt from your pants and bunched  it up right under your boobs. The expanse of skin that he had exposed seemed like an oasis in a desert. He couldn’t help the pull of gravity that connected his lips to your stomach. They were not soft, nor gentle. They were fast and more pecks than anything. They tickled your skin as he tried to cover every single open spot with his love.

He worked his way up and nudged your shirt higher with his nose.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jungkook?” You asked exasperated.

“Can I take this off?”

You groaned, “Yes. Take it off. All of it, my shirt, my pants, my underwear. Whatever you want. You have my permission.”

Sheepishly, Jungkook obeyed. You raised your arms over your head and arched your back to make it easier for him to undress you.

He pulled it off swiftly, ruffling your hair in the process. He tossed the shirt aside, excited to see what he was unwrapping. He wasn’t disappointed. Had you known you would be undressing for someone today? Or did your undergarments always consist of lavish fabrics and sexy shapes?

Jungkook didn’t care. He just felt honored to be able to see it. The see through fabric held together by underwire did little to hide the prize behind the clothing. Your nipples stood pert and puckered under it all. Begging to be released. He wondered if your underwear matched.

It was weird. The things one noticed when something monumental was happening. Like the golden stiching that held the bra together, or the way that the underwire dug into your skin to hold your perfect breasts in place.

Then in a second, he was moving again, frantically unbuttoning your pants and ripping them off your body without hesitation. He must know. It was life or death for him   to know if your underwear matched.

He tossed the pants in the opposite direction of the discarded shirt. He watched it fly over a lamp and land on a box that he thought had his art supplies. With bated breath, he turned to look at you. It felt as if his whole life had been leading to this moment.

And yes. The answer was that you were wearing a set. His mouth salivated as the scent of your arousal hit his nose. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in your folds and die.

But he slowed down and took in every inch of your body. He wanted to remember it. Every freckle, every curve. He wanted a picture to hang in his bathroom or to draw you on his ipad so he could use it to jerk off when you weren’t around because after this, he knew that no other image would do it for him. Not anymore

He watched your chest heave. He looked up at your face again, asking for permission even though you had already given it to him.

“Jungkook, if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds I’m gonna bite your dick off,” you growled.

Oof… that was not one of his kinks, thank you very much, but it was the last push he needed, because he slithered down your body and pulled your legs around his shoulders staring at the promise land between your legs.

He could already see a bit of your natural lubricant running down your lightly covered slits.

You watched him, entranced by how hypnotized he seemed by your entrance. A laugh gurgled at your throat.

“Wow, if I knew that all it would take to shut you up was for me to wrap my legs around your head, I would have done it sooner,” you teased.

But the laughter died on your lips as jungkook opened his mouth wide and licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. Even with the fabric in between his tongue and your skin, it felt like heaven.

“Fuck, Jungkook…” your hand flew to his hair, tangling in the locks of deep noir that you loved to braid when you two sat together watching a movie.

He kissed up and down your lower lips lovingly, lickig his lips as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life.

He hummed, sending a long vibration to your core which clamped around thin air as if trying to stop it from leaving.

“I can’t wait to really taste you, Bunny… fuck you’re delicious…” Every word was like a strike to your center. Arousal gushed from your entrance that made jungkook’s eyes sparkle in earnest enthusiasm.

Without asking, he pulled your underwear to the side, and buried his face in your juices. A bit of self consciousness wormed its way into your brain. He could be lying about how it tastes. Did it smell okay?

But the devilish sounds of him slurping and sucking at your folds pushed the thoughts away. He held your ass up, pulling you closer and closer to his face. He never felt like he was quite close enough. His nose brushed continuously against your clit and when he noticed the way you screamed under your breath every time it happened, he made it his mission to continue to do just that as he laved at your pulsing hole.

You had been hiding all of this from him. The paradise between your legs. The treat at your center. He wouldn’t let you hide from him any longer. He’d rather perish than to go one more day without your center at his lips.

Short, consecutive moans fell from the petals of your lips. Your orgasm built slowly at first, not coming to a head- both literally and figuratively and he could tell. He pushed his tongue into your entrance. Your walls closed on it, trying to keep it inside. His name came from your lips like a prayer. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted you to scream his name. To never be able to think of another doing what he was doing to you in that moment, so when your eventual crash came, he was less than satisfied.

You were breathing heavily. Your legs twitched. Jungkook ripped his face from your core only because you pulled harshly at his hair. From his nose to his chin, he shone with your cum. If there was anything hotter than that you couldn't picture it.

But then he was standing, and he ripped his belt from the loops and began to undress.

Looking over his shoulder as he pulled his pants down he said, “Take off your bra and underwear. Are you on the pill?”

Shocked, you followed his demands, though they were given loosely. You shook your head no and he gave you one nod of confirmation.

“I have condoms. You’re not allergic or anything right?”

Again you negated his question with a shake of your head and he half smiled.

“We could stop if you want-”

“Don’t be a fucking tease, JK,” you rolled your eyes and spead your legs, hooking one on the head rest of the couch so he could see your abused lips which were dripping for him.

His eyes widened only for a second, but then he tore his shirt off and scrounged for his wallet where he kept a condom. He ripped it open with his bunny teeth and pulled his underwear off unceremoniously.

You watched in fixed fascination as his cock sprang free of its confines, so hard that it looked painful. It was bound to feel good.

He rolled the condom on carefully before he situated himself between your legs and wiped your juices from his face. He was partially on his knees and partially standing. It was easy to find your entrance with your legs spread so wide.

When his head pushed in, you let your head fall back. Maybe it was because you already had one orgasm under your belt or maybe Jungkook’s dick was just a good fit but pure pleasure filled your body. He watched your reaction, gritting his teeth as your walls clamped down  around him, resisting his entrance.

“Does it hurt?”

You gurgled something that you couldn’t make out but Jungkook seemed to understand because he nodded and pushed in farther, slowly. He bottomed out, his balls gently hit your ass and your vagina clenched, feeling every ridge of his member within you.

“Fuck… Y/N… I… I don’t know how long I can last…”

It was so sensitive. Every little twitch of his dick felt monumental. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you could last either.

“Move,” you managed.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He pulled out slowly then slammed back into you. Your skin clapped loudly in the mostly empty apartment. You whimpered. Your back arched. He pulled out again, then slammed back in. His pace was marked. Timed. It made your boobs jiggle as he grabbed your hips to help you meet his movements.

Cute little ‘ah’s filled his ears. They got higher pitched as you neared your end. Jungkook couldn’t believe his luck. You were so tight. So wet and the way your walls closed around him made him grow close to his end much quicker than he ever had by hand.

“Y/N… I’m gonna… I’mma…”

But you beat him to it. Your pussy clamped down and fluttered around him as your second orgasm crashed upon you.

You moaned his name as he continued to pound into you. Whines and pleas went unheard as he sped up. He needed you to know who you belonged to… in like a totally consensual way.

You were so sensitive, but the pain of over stimulation gave way to pleasure far too soon and a third orgasm consumed you.

In pure shock, Jungkook grunted and moaned, your vagina got even tighter around him. And he came violently, with his dick mid thrust and his name bouncing off the walls in the tone of your exhausted voice.

Spurt after spurt of white, hot cum spilled from his member and into the condom. He was so caught up in his pleasure that he didn’t notice nor hear the front door open.

Both of you heard a gasp and footsteps. Jungkook, mid orgasm, snapped his heavy head to the sound. To his complete surprise and embarrassment, there stood the aloof neighbor that was always walking into the wrong apartment.

At first, you were embarrassed, being naked was not something you did frequently in the presence of others, but then you were upset. Angry. How stupid could one girl be? Shouldn’t she learn that this was not her place after a billion and one mistakes?

For a second, all three of you were frozen. Jungkook’s orgasm finished and his cock quickly deflated. He jumped to action quickly, throwing his body over yours to cover you before he looked back at the neighbor and said, “this isn’t your apartment!”

Over Jungkook’s toned shoulder, you watched her eyes dart to his exposed ass before they filled with tears.

“Oppa…” she said under her breath, before the tears streamed and she turned on her heels and hurried out.

Your blood boiled. It seemed you were right. She wasn’t stupid at all. She had a crush on your… person? Whatever he was. He was yours- in a ‘I want to be yours and like it’s totally okay for you to say that’ kind of way, and you were not going to put up with some random girl who clearly didn’t have boundaries.

Jungkook looked down at you, his cheeks were red and you could tell he was extremely uncomfortable.

Carefully, he pulled his softened member from your core and made a show of removing the condom then disposing of it. You began to put your underwear and bra back on, watching him walk around his apartment butt naked. Would he say something? Or would you have to bring it up?

After minutes of silence, you decided you would have to be the one to break the awkwardness.

“So uh… do you know what her actual apartment is? Maybe we can put a note on your front door for her to remind her,” you half joked, standing to find your shirt and pants, but settling instead for the button up he was wearing before.

Jungkook pulled his shorts on, his back was to you. There was a tenseness in his muscles that wasn’t going away and something in the air struck fear in the pit of your stomach.

“She lives next door.”

Something about the way he said it made you feel like it was a confession of sorts. It made you want to run.  But instead, you sat in his shirt as he rifled in his boxes for a pair of more comfortable pants before you decided to drop it for now, knowing that whatever it was that was hanging in the air around you wasn’t something you were ready for.

“Jungkook, where's your broom?”

“Uh…,” there was a hint of a laugh in his voice and some of the pressure lifted from the atmosphere, “was I supposed to buy one?”

You rolled your eyes for the millionth time that day and berated him for not having bought the basic necessities for his home. Everything felt lighter, but still like you were trending on eggshells. It felt like instead of taking a step forward, you had taken six steps back. You were no more clear on what you were or what to do than you had been the last couple of weeks.

You helped him unpack that day, because you knew he wouldn’t do it on his own. He joked with you as if nothing had happened, and you sassed him all the same but something was off… and you didn’t know if it could be fixed without it first breaking you both.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

The reader is a best selling author and her book is about all her past lovers (Erik is one of them)

Smutty, Flashback, Dark

It’s hard writing Erik with a nickname besides killmonger so I am sorry in advance if his name pops up when it’s not supposed to LOL. Enjoy Loves!

Y/N was afraid to come out with this book but her team insisted that she did. They said it was one of her best works yet. Y/N did agree but there was one particular person in that book that she didn’t want to know about her writing. Y/N went along with it anyway because she needed the new book to do well since her royalties were getting low from other published works. That was over three months ago. Now, she was still doing interviews and signing autographs in New York and Los Angeles book shops. Her face was on TV, in magazines, and in Time Square in Manhattan, New York. He knew... he had to know.

Y/N’s book was an erotic tale about her past lovers. She gave each of them pseudonyms to protect their identities. The title was called Concupiscent. It means lustful or desire. This wasn’t like the poetry or erotic romance tales...this was very smutty and so nasty you couldn’t go a second without touching yourself. The fan mail she received was outstanding. Especially from the BDSM community. It was all thanks to him... F-16. He was the last chapter in her book filled with past lovers.

He was nicknamed F-16 because the one thing he told her was that he flew an F-16 Fighter Falcon Jet in the Military. His story got the most hits out of all of them. People were dying to know who F-16 was.

-I need F-16 in my life! He fucked you so well I could feel that shit myself!

-could you please share with me who F-16 is? He sounds so sexy.

-are you still in touch with F-16? If so you are a lucky woman, Y/N.

-F-16 fucked you real good!

-all of the chapters were amazing! Nothing surprising but that F-16!!! Girllllllllll I need more of him! Write an entire book with just him and I’d give you all my money!

-The book club loves the story! A lot of us reread F-16 while sipping our wine LOL. Very sexy chapter.

“You see, Erik, they can’t get enough of you,” Y/N spoke to herself within her penthouse while reading fan mail. She sipped her glass of red wine with enthusiasm. Y/N couldn’t deny the fact that she missed Erik deeply. It was just a one night stand but goddam...the shit needed to happen more than once. However, Erik was very secretive with his life. He was also very upfront and told her what he wanted: some pussy...

July 8th, 2019:

F-16.

She lived for nights thick with lust.

Angel Face wasn’t so much an angel anymore.

She yearned to be seduced and destroyed.

She was tired of delicate kisses and romantic evenings.

No...Angel Face wanted something harder; vicious even.

The Blaze was a rather chancy bar. Y/N sat on a bar stool on her fifth shot of Blue Sapphire Gin with her finger twirling a strand of her sleek silk pressed hair. Maybe she didn’t have enough to drink. She was already talking herself out of this mess. Her stomach did summer salts and her fingers fiddled with the hem of her short red mini halter dress. Such a slutty choice of attire. She nibbles the corner of her bottom lip as her amber-colored eyes scanned the bar for a potential man to take her home and fuck her hard and rapid. She didn’t want timid strokes, she wanted back-breaking strokes. Y/N needed a man who looked at her as she rested before him with her divine body exposed for him and thinks to himself, what kind of noises would I like her to make? 

“OHHHH!” 

Thunderous drunken applause came from Y/N’s right. She looked over at the small group with immense curiosity. A group of men that looked very hazardous and unsafe. Even the women who entertained them looked a little wary. They were all tall and muscular. Men who could snap your neck with a simple squeeze. 

“Can I have another shot of Gin?” She asked the same punk rock bartender who gave her the last five she had.

“Foxy,” He nicknamed her since she settled at the bar, “You’ll pass out and I don’t want your pretty face on this bar.” 

“I can handle it, trust me,” Y/N pleaded.

“Fine, I warned you.”

He poured her the shot she asked for.

Y/N threw it back and accepted the sweet burn.

“Whew,” she pinched her lips together, “That really hit the spot,” she let out a drunken giggle, her breasts bouncing.

“Foxy,” The punk rocker gave her a playful smile, “Are you alright?”

She gave him a goofy grin, “never better,” her words slurred slightly.

The Punk Rocker gave her a bottle of water, Y/N taking it thankful that the bartender was being thoughtful.

Y/N turns back around focusing on that corner again. There were dartboards on the wall and a pool table but instead of the men throwing darts they were throwing daggers. Y/N flinches in her seat. Sharp toys...spine-chilling. Her body felt hot all over. The alcohol seemed to make her hyper-aware of all the predatory eyes on her. All different types of men staring at her like a pack of wolves. 

“You’re too delicate for this bar, Foxy.”

Y/N could agree with that but she was tired of that label. Why couldn’t she be risky and wild? Y/N was doing it now. That dance floor surrounded by low lighting was calling her name. She could twirl her hips and shake her ass into a sweaty frenzy. Finger comb her hair to show off her sex appeal, lock eyes with a man just to tease him and make him consider going to the urinal to buss a load. Bend over to show her lack of panties. Yes…she didn’t have on panties but she did bring a pair in her clutch just in case. Y/N could be heaven or hell. A strong man’s dream and a weak one's nightmare. 

“That a boy F-16!” 

Y/N’s eyes darted back over to the group of intimidating men, resting on whoever F-16 could be. She hoped this was him. He was honestly the only good-looking man in that bar. 6 ‘3, 225 lbs of lean muscle. He wore a tactical black utility vest, black long sleeve fitted henley, cargo pants in a black and grey camouflage pattern and black timbs. 

“Watch out, Damion, I don’t wanna end up aiming for your head,” F-16 spoke while rotating a Kunai throwing knife in his hand. All eyes were on him in that moment to see if he would miss or actually hit the bullseye. 

“Any day now, F16,” Damion rushes him while downing the rest of his beer. F-16 gave him a death glare before turning back to the dartboard, arm coming up and forward swiftly. The throwing knife whizzes past Damion, almost slicing the top of his ear and landing straight for the damn bullseye. The area exploded with cheers, yells, and ferocious pats on the back. The women clapped delicately while staring at F-16 with sultry eyes. Y/N could relate to those stares as well. He was...so damn...fine. However, if he was around those types of men that means he’s equally as dangerous. 

Don’t do it, Y/N...

“Hey, could you watch my bag for me? I feel like dancing.”

The punk rock bartender squinted his eyes covered with black eyeliner, “alright, Foxy, don’t get yourself hurt out there.”

Y/N stepped off of the stool, giving the bartender a sassy look, “who would want to hurt all this?” Her hands trailed up and down her tantalizing body, “I mean...fuck it maybe, but hurt…”

“I think I underestimated you, Foxy,” The bartender gave her a sly grin.

Y/N swiveled around in her heels. She made her way through the wild crowd and to the dance floor. They were playing decent music to dance to. She found a spot in the center and started at her own pace. Her eyes moved around her to take in all the men who savagely wanted to grab her. They looked ready to gang-bang her and she liked the thought of men salivating over her that intensely but Y/N wouldn’t bring herself to fuck a group of men...unless they all looked like F-16. Her hips moved in a circle to the deep base of the Afrobeat. She really liked the variety of music here. Of course, this caused all the black people to crowd the dance floor too. Y/N had her hands in her hair, on her thighs whenever she went low, on her ass when she let it jiggle and bounce. She was looking really scrumptious on that dance floor. 

It was as if the entire dance floor made a circle around her. She was in her own world now. Eyes closed, body moving with a skill that could make a grown man cry. She was giving her the best sexy performance. This had her adrenaline pumping. 

Behind every bad bitch is a sweet girl who got tired of everyone’s bullshit. 

“You’re the best fucking dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks,” her heart skipped a few beats.”

“Name?” He raised a single brow at her as if to say oh, you’re gonna tell me your name, baby girl.

“Foxy.” She didn’t want to tell this man her real name. This was supposed to be a no strings attached ordeal. 

“You’re doing the damn thing, Miss Foxy.”

The way he said her newfound nickname had her toes curling. She was Angel Face no more. Not when this fine ass dangerous man stood before her. That’s right...F-16 was down for her. Y/N’s little performance sparked his interest. 

“You’re out here by yourself?” He got closer to her now. His dreads rested over his eyes almost and it gave him a wild look. 

“Yes, I came alone.” 

“Damn...to a place like this? you never come to a place like this alone, Foxy.” 

“...why?” She gave him a perplexed look.

“Because it’s filled with bad guys,” His eyes looked tricky, “None of that fake shit you see in movies, baby girl...the real lion's den.”

Y/N swallowed spit to soothe her dry throat. 

“I take it you’re one of those guys?”

“You wanna find out?” His precarious grin would be beautiful if it weren’t for his haunting words. Y/N came to find out. She wanted this. 

“Yes, if it’s with you, I’m down.”

He chuckles, “Shit...aight.”

He grabs Y/N’s hand, leading her towards the “bad guys” that she watched from the bar earlier. Some of them reeked of liquor breath and cigarettes, others smelled quite nice like F-16. The women in the area looked at her like she was competing with them. F-16 kept her close though, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting her between his strong thighs. She assumed he did this to show the other men that Foxy was his to play with. 

“This is Foxy. I found her shaking that thick ass on the dance floor.” 

She froze at that introduction. Y/N looked around at the group of men giving them a shy smile and a wave of her small hand.

“Nah, baby girl, introduce yourself,” His words were cutthroat and sharp in her ear.

“I’m Foxy, nice to meet y’all,” F-16′s hands gripped her hips on both sides.

“She’s soft,” A tall man with skin like midnight and a scar on his left cheek spoke, “a good girl.”

Y/N didn’t like that. She was trying to appear like a bad bitch, not a princess. 

“Pussy probably tastes just like sugar,” The man spoke again causing the other men to hum in approval.

“If it does, I’ll be the judge of that. Ain’t that right, Miss Foxy?” 

His soft-spoken voice tickled her neck. She felt frazzled. Her low eyes turned to his dark ones, her lip between her teeth. 

“Yeah...that’s right,” He gave her a sly lop-sided grin with those full lips. He was certain that Y/N would be going home with him. She liked that a lot. A hell of a lot. He could take her to his place right now and fuck her all night long. Y/N wanted to bury her face into this man's neck and breath in his scent. He was so large and warm surrounding her. Her pussy quivered and damn near begged her to let this man put it on her. 

“So, what do you guys do for a living?”

She was curious. 

“We’re military men,” One of them spoke up.

“I’m an Airmen,” F-16 spoke with a husky voice, “I fly fighter jets.”

He said it in such a dismissive tone that it didn’t appear all the way true. He did hint to the fact that this place was filled with nothing but bad men so maybe he was putting on a front so she wouldn’t go running away crying. All the other men had treacherous looks on their faces. 

Killers.

They’re murderers.

She was glad they put on a nicer front. If not she probably would chicken out of an opportunity with F-16. 

“Sounds cool,” she smiles, “tell me more.”

“Nah,” F-16 places his thumb against her chin to rub it lightly, “You’re not interested in what I do. You just want somebody to fuck the shit outta you.” 

Her lip twitched a little. Damn, this man could read her like an open book. 

“Is that a problem?” Y/N said in a discourteous tone.

“Fuck no. That’s what I plan to do to you, Foxy. Just know you’re in for some shit, girl,” he brought his lips to her ear, “You got these other bitches mad at you.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” She spoke in a bold tone, “they’re loss my gain.” 

“Shit,” He places a kiss to her neck, “I like you. You got a lot of mouth on you.”

Y/N normally didn’t but he sparked a rebellious nature within her. Y/N wanted to be a bad girl for him tonight. 

“Sharing, F-16?” The same man with the face scar asks. He had a determination in his eyes to have a piece of Foxy. F-16’s succulent lips dragged down Y/N’s neck and to the exposed cleavage on the sides of her dress. She was alarmed by his outright need to suck her flesh in front of these men. His hands were dancing around her hips just above her soaking wet pussy. He didn’t need to respond to that man, He let him know by how famished he was. 

“Come on, let us get a piece of that,” Another man with an African accent asks. 

“Y'all some thirsty motherfuckers. Nah, she mines,” F-16 wrapped his hand lightly around Y/N’s neck. She shuddered from how thick and warm his calloused hand felt around her slender neck. If he applied just the right amount of pressure she would probably whimper in ecstasy. Even though Y/N was bold enough to stand between F-16’s legs she wasn’t bold enough to press her bubble booty against his crotch. She just knew that dick was nice, hard, and suckable right now. 

“You can’t speak, Foxy?” One of them spoke up with a harsh tone. F-16 grunted with frustration. Maybe it was best that he takes her out of here to avoid a brawl between these men. 

“I can speak...I’m with him, sorry,” She gave her best charming smile. The menacing glares were thrown they’re way had Y/N shaking in her heels. F-16 pulls Y/N closer to him, her ass finally slumped with a soft bounce against his long and rather...girthy erection. 

Stuff this pussy, Daddy, She thought. Lord, he was everything she was missing. 

“Can we get out of here?” Y/N whispered to F-16 while he was drinking his whiskey, “I want you to take me home with you.”

“Just like that, huh?” He licks his lips, “Don’t act all scared when I take that ass out of here.”

“I promise I won’t” She spoke to him softly before placing her lips against his dimpled cheek.

“We’ll see.” His disbelieving eyes had Y/N second-guessing her words. 

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Leaving that bar was like a breath of fresh air. F-16 informed her that he arrived on a bike and that she would need to ride out to his hotel on the back with him. He didn’t have a spare helmet so he offered her his. She took it with quivering fingers hoping that he didn’t sense her fear. 

“You riding, baby girl?” He looked so good on that speed bike. Taking one last calming breath, Y/N placed the helmet over her head, gripping her clutch tightly before settling on the back of the bike with F-16.

“Good girl. Wrap your arms around me nice and snug...good girl. Now lean in towards me...just like that. You’re ready?”

“Just drive.” She placed her cheek against F-16’s back, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Say less,” He zoomed off down the city street and into the night. Y/N was in a state of anxiety the entire ride. He zipped and zoomed between cars, made sharp turns, and sped up whenever the roads were clear enough for him to have a little fun. He had to feel her heartbeat rattling against his solid back. Now, they were inside a tunnel whipping past cars. Y/N could feel her dress flying up past her naked ass and at this point, she didn’t care that everyone around her caught a glimpse before they were nowhere in sight. She wasn’t about to let go of him just to pull the short-as-fuck dress down. Plus, she had too much ass back there anyway. F-16 began to slow down as he approached a luxury hotel in Boston. He drove through the garage, going around several levels before finding a parking spot. The minute he parked his bike Y/N hopped off to fix her dress. It was up and around her waist. That explains why the valet men wolf-whistled at her. The minute Y/N removed her helmet she came face to face with F-16 adjusting his shirt and revealing two Glocks resting on his hips. His well-knit, muscle-bound abdomen and hips made her crave to touch, lick, and suck this man all over but those guns...petrifying. 

“Gotta watch my back,” He answered her question before she could even ask, “Got a lot of enemies.”

“For a fighter pilot?” Y/N gave him a puzzled stare.

“You’d be surprised, ma,” His eyes flickered up and down her shapely form, “I won’t hurt you.”

She knew he wouldn’t but Y/N never saw guns up close and in person. This just made the situation more real for her. She was definitely fucking a trained killer. Maybe a mercenary? An assassin? He’s definitely more than a fighter pilot for the Military. All of the men at that bar too.

“Don’t be scared, ma, I got you.”

“Okay,” Y/N placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead the way to his hotel room. 

__________________

It was dark.

Everything pitch black.

She could hear him moving about before a small lamp light within the living room flickered on. She looked around her with eager eyes as he removed his utility vest and timbs. She walked slowly around the hotel room, hands in her hair and a nervous feeling in her gut. 

“Restroom?” She asked with a shaky voice.

F-16 points down a hall, “Down and to your left, baby girl.” 

Y/N took off finding the restroom with a jacuzzi tub, standing shower, and a beautiful view of Boston. She closed the door, pulling her dress up to use the toilet. Y/N ran her trembling fingers through her hair, trying her hardest to calm her nerves. He was gonna put it on her for sure he didn’t even have to prove that to her. She wiped and flushed, standing at the sink to wash her hands and look over her makeup and hair. Her hair still looked nice but that wouldn’t last. Makeup still on point as well. She hesitated to leave that bathroom. 

“Breath, Foxy, it’s just sex. You’ve had sex plenty of times,” Her voice didn’t even sound convincing. Grabbing a hotel rag in a frenzy Y/N refreshed herself between her legs before finally leaving that bathroom. When she walked back to the living room he wasn’t in sight and it was dark again. Turning around, Y/N went to find his room which was directly across from the restroom except the door was cracked. Being the nosy girl she was, Y/N peaked between the crack to see what he was up to. F-16 was in the middle of packing away some weapons and foreign currency. He was topless showing off his powerful and dynamic body covered in keloid scars. She had an odd look on her face as she studied the organized placement of those scars. It was beautiful but Y/N is a smart girl, she knew those scars held a grizzly past. Before she could even react F-16 pulled his bedroom door opened, staring down at her with a menacing glare. 

“Spying on me?” He had a glint in his eyes and a base in his voice that made her shiver.

“I’m sorry I was just looking for you!” She spoke in a jumble. 

His chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, “It's not polite to spy on someone, Miss Foxy. That shit can get you in a whole lot of trouble if you aren’t careful,” F-16 stepped back to allow her to fully enter his room, “Get comfortable, we got a long night, ma.”

Y/N cautiously stepped inside. F-16 reached out to harshly slap her ass. Y/N’s back flinched and her hands came around to caress her sore flesh. 

“Big ass on you, girl,” He closed his door, “You need another drink?”

“N-No.” Y/N sat on the edge of F-16’s bed facing a wall mirror that hung over his hotel dresser. 

“Stand up,” F-16 stood in front of her. Y/N got up from the bed, his hard body pressing against the front of hers.

“Turn around.”

She did as she was told, turning away from him and stroking her hair to the side to give him access to her neck. F-16’s hands feathered through her hair, massaging her scalp. She closed her eyes, head falling back against his brawny chest as he lightly tugged on her pressed out strands. He would wrap his fingers around her hair and pull to make her head fall back against him. Now, his nose was in her hair as he massaged her scalp. The air from his nose warmed her scalp each time he exhaled. Her eyes fluttered shut and now her hands were reaching back to squeeze his thighs. That’s all she could really reach since he was much taller than her 5’ 5 self. F-16 takes her hair into a ponytail, leaning down to place his lips against the back of her neck. Now, her body was arched forward a little and her bubble booty was pressed firmly against his groin. His lips circled her earlobe over her diamond stud in her left ear. His wet warm mouth had a tight suction on her ear that had her thinking about that same tightness around her clit. F-16 softly places his hands on her hips, flipping Y/N around to face him. His brown eyes were so fanatic that she couldn’t even hold his gaze. F-16 grabs her jaw, placing his starving lips against her neck again. His hands moved from her jaw down and around her waist to pull her from the ground. Startled, Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He had better access now to her collar bones and heaving chest. His large hands squeezed each bare cheek of her ass while he places open-mouthed kisses along her breasts.

“I’m tired of this fucking dress,” He spoke in a hushed tone, “I feel like cuttin’ this shit off of you, girl.” 

If he did that she wouldn’t have anything to wear when she went home. He takes one of his hands to untie the halter. Once that was free he practically ripped it from her chest. Her breasts popped out at him and his lips began to suck and lick her nipples. Y/N arched into his mouth while her hands fingered through his dreads. She tried looking down to watch him pleasure her breasts but he had her so weak and feeling so good. He was suckling like a hungry baby and damn she could feel that shit in her toes. 

“Fucking sexy, girl,” He murmured something into her chest while his lips attacked each hard nipple. Not only were her nipples given attention but around her breasts were too. He french kissed that skin basically wetting her up with his saliva. 

“Oh, God,” She mewled, “Your mouth feels so good on me.”

She wanted him to lay her on her back and lick and suck her all over. Y/N’s body was screaming for attention. Y/N pulled F-16’s face away from her nipples and replaced it with her greedy dripping tongue. He swallowed her tongue and lips with his full mouth. His tongue was deep down her throat causing her eyes to open and stare at him with a sexual appetite. She really needed him. Kissing him made her open her legs further so she could feel his clothed dick stroke her hard clit. 

“You needy little girl,” He smirked, “that pussy wants some attention, huh?”

“See?” She opened her legs as best she could. F-16 looked down then back up at her face. Y/N had her fingers pinching her clit, “Suck my clit.”

“Shit,” F-16 tosses Y/N on the bed, “Spread them legs and show me how you play with that pussy.”

She didn’t hesitate because her fingers were aching to touch. She spread her legs so wide she felt like they were detached from her own body. Her pussy was spread out and sloppy. She fingered her clit causing some of her natural lubricant to drip. Taking her fingers, Y/N dragged that liquid up to her clit to rub it in. She noticed F-16’s erection twisted to the side in his briefs now that his pants were removed. If she pulled those briefs down his dick would probably hit her in the face. He walked up to her, standing between her legs and bringing his hand down to rub along the outside of her opening. Wet gushing sounds came from her pussy each time his fingers would tap lightly against her hole. Damn, she was so wet. His other hand grabbed his balls through his briefs. 

“This how you play with that pretty pussy, Foxy?” 

“Yes,” She rolled her hips.

“You rub that clit just like that?”

“Mhm,” Her eyes closed.

“Make that clit nice and hard, huh?” 

“Fuck yes,” She was close. 

Two of his fingers slipped inside. She widened her legs while still rubbing her clit. He was knuckle deep in her pussy and she was sure his hand was soaking wet. 

“I’m making that pussy cum?” His other hand was in his briefs now.

“Yeah, you’re making my pussy cum,” Y/N couldn’t even rub her clit anymore from how weak he made her. Now his thumb replaced her actions. She thrust her hips forward more to get his fingers deeper. 

“This too much?” His voice was so low and seducing.

“No, I can take it,” Y/N moaned out.

“Shit, then you should be able to take this,” F-16 slid a third finger inside. 

Stuttering she said, “F-fuckk I-I’m cumming f-for you!”

His fingers came up to rub her clit as her essence spilled onto the bed. Her thighs closed and her body fell back against the bed. F-16 finally let those briefs down and showed her what he was packing. He had such a beautiful dick and body. It looked so good and she knew it would feel just as good in her pussy. Beautiful man. She had a serious body and dick fetish. 

“Damn, can I suck it?” She licked her upper lip, “Let me slide that right down my throat.”

Y/N was proving to him that she wasn’t afraid. She opened her legs more for him while wrapping her small hand around his big dick. F-16 smiled down at her and she thought she would die from how fine he is. Taking her giving and unsparing lips, Y/N allowed that pipe to slide right in down to the base.

“Nasty bitch,” F-16 showed Y/N no mercy as he fucked her mouth. She thought she would take control but it was all him… all of him indeed. She wanted to suck him dry. Her sloppy mouth spilled saliva over her chest. She purposely made gagging noises to let him know that she loved the dick and how perfect and beautiful it was. 

“Daddy, I want,” She said while F-16 slapped his weight on her tongue.

“Say please,” He rubbed it along the length of her tongue.

“Please feed me.”

Swallowing it whole, Y/N was loving that chocolate stick as it swelled in her bountiful mouth. 

“Fuck, bitch, look what you’re about to make me do,” His head fell forward and his lip was between his teeth. His face looked so relaxed but his body was literally shaking as he erupted thickly within her mouth. It was yummy perfection. F-16 slapped Y/N’s pussy before rubbing her clit and labia in slow circles. Her eyes were on him, silently telling him to punish her brutally. Removing his hand and placing it in his mouth to suck off her cream, F-16 walks over to his pants to grab his wallet. Wrapped in gold was a magnum that he ripped open to roll over his shaft. Walking back to Y/N with her legs still spread open He reached down to pick her up so he could fuck her standing. She practically jumped on him, opening her legs to give her pussy to him.

“How you like that pussy fucked?” He asked while rubbing his dick back and forth over her wet folds.

“Deep daddy,” Y/N stared into his dark eyes, “So deep daddy...very deep...I wanna feel your balls slap my pussy.”

“You wanna be a slut for this big dick so damn bad,” He finally let his length inside of her. He was deep like she wanted. Her mouth fell open into a silent scream. 

“Damn, pussy feels just as good as it tastes, baby,” F-16 gave her shivers, “You wanted to be filled like this looking the way you did at that fucking bar, HUH?!” He thrust forward sharply and pulled out slowly. He repeated this assault on her pussy over and over until she was finally able to mutter a sound. 

“You can take some dick in you, mhm,” Y/N bounced as best as she could on him without stopping. F-16 was so big in her little pussy. He saw her struggle and now his hands were under her ass to lift her up and down his dick. She dragged her nails painfully over the scars on his chest when his dick made contact with her g spot. 

“Damn, you’re gripping my shit,” His hand found her neck, “You like showing this pussy off? Wearing no panties with all that ass and pussy out. If I would have known, this dick would be in that pussy at the bar instead.”

The thought of being fucked on the dance floor or on that pool table in front of all those people had Y/N so wet and open for him. She moaned his name and wrapped her arms around him while he molded his dick into her pussy at a rapid pace. The power of her orgasm pushed against his dick causing him to slip out. He grabbed his dick at the base and rubbing it along her clit. She continued to spill for him when he did that. Y/N’s cum was plentiful. She couldn’t lie that it feels great when he’s a little too big and overwhelming to take. His dick was long and strong and when he pulled her off him to place her on her back she almost came again. She wondered how long he would be in town because she really wanted to fuck him from sunrise to sunset. 

Damn, now his lips were on her pussy. Y/N rubbed the back of his head softly even though his lips were strong on her pussy. He was licking away the mess he caused. 

“Mmm, fuck this tight pussy up, Daddy,” She was ready for more. 

He still had his lips on her pussy. 

“Daddy...please,” She tried pulling him away but damn he was really eating her pussy. Her arms wobbled and fuck she was gonna cum again. He held her hips in place while his tongue fucked her pussy. She watched his head move back and forth. He pistoned that tongue in and out of her. She wanted the pussy fucked again he was gonna give it to her every which way.

“Ima fuck around and hit you up every time I’m in Boston with a pussy like this,” He slapped her phat pussy, “Ain’t no such thing as too much big dick for you, slut.”

She was really being a daredevil tonight. F-16 wanted to give her backshots but Y/N needed to sit on his dick first. She begged him and now here she was bouncing on his dick. Her ass clapped against his thighs and her titties bounce in his face. 

“Good, bitch, sit on it, take that FUCKING dick!”

This was a real dick fuck. Foxy is a true rider. She was fucking F-16′s head up on purpose. Ride that dick. Jump on that dick. Bounce on that dick. Taking that dick and using it for a cum stick. 

“You hiding that sexy phat ass from me?” His sweaty face glowered at her, “Fuck me in reverse, bitch, and twerk that ass!”

Y/N kept the dick in her while turning to give him a view of her phat ass. She looked back at his sexy face because it said it all for her. F-16 was ready to bust a load in that condom. 

“Shit, that's how you feel?! Gon’ head nut on this Daddy dick then!” her moans were so damn angelic. She couldn’t hide behind a nickname like Foxy when Angel Face was her true identity. 

“Damn, I got me one for real,” He slaps Y/N’s ass, “Thick as fuck, damn, got a phat ass.”

Out of nowhere, F-16 sits up on his knees causing Y/N to fall forward on her elbows with her ass in the air. F-16 was ready to slam in that pussy for real. She needed to be appreciated for being such a good slut for him. F-16 grabs a fist full of her hair, making her look up into the mirror above his dresser. She strained her neck to watch her ass clap back on him.

“Been too damn long...hmmph.”

That’s that shit she was talking about.

Fucking hard and rapid.

Use her pussy like a punching bag.

“You watching that ass? Watch it while I fuck this pussy.”

She could see her cheeks acting like a tidal wave whenever he dug deep. He was fucking the shit out of her. She would love to roll over to this every morning and before bed at night. Damn, F-16 could fuck some pussy up. She just watched open-mouthed as her ass bounced and clapped. She started moaning and cumming around him. 

“You are sexy as hell, bruh...got my dick hard just looking at you, Foxy.”

She started twirling her hips and popping her ass while throwing it back on him. F-16 had his arms by his sides but from time to time he would pop her big ass for pleasing him so good. 

“That’s how you do Daddy’s dick? Just nut on me and fuck on me like this? Nice tight juicy pussy on you.”

“Mmmm-ahhhhhh,” She looked back at it with a pout of her lips. 

“Good, bitch, that’s right, give Daddy that pussy,” He slaps her ass with his eyes on her, “Get that pussy stuffed...good girl...let Daddy use that pussy.”

F-16 had his hands on her hips again and that's when Y/N really was in trouble. He was holding that nut off to feel her as much as he could like she would disappear. 

“Let Daddy use that pussy...let Daddy use that pussy...Let Daddy use that pussy,” He was so hung up on how good she felt he was repeating his words, “I should have fucked you raw and leave my nut in you GODDAM!”

Dick throbbing Y/N concord F-16’s dick. He was filling that condom up load after fucking load. 

“Fuckkkk, it’s so much cum!” She could feel it even though it wasn’t actually coating her walls. His thrusts became slower and slower until finally, his dick slipped out. Y/N turned around on the bed, grabbing his dick to remove the condom. F-16 watched her pour his cum into her mouth from that condom before arching forward to suck the rest from his dick. 

“I’ll suck your dick all the time, Daddy,” She looked up at him with her beautiful eyes.

“Then bring it on I’m always hard and ready to be sucked on ma,” 

Y/N found herself sucking this man’s dick yet again. Anywhere, anytime, anyway he wants it. 

“I wish I could take your fine ass with me,” He fingered some of her hair behind her ear before reaching forward to slap her ass, “I need you to calm a nigga down when he ready to kill a motherfucker.”

She didn’t flinch at his words. F-16 knew that she had him figured out the minute he stepped to her. Yeah...it was for the best that she didn’t get involved with this man and his deadly lifestyle but who was she kidding? Whenever he came to Boston or New York he could stop by and give her some good, rough, loving in her tight pussy. 

The End.

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[yehet-me-up]

Conquest

Pairing: frat boy!Changkyun/I.M x reader

Rating: M for language/sexy times

Genre: College!AU, smut

Word Count: 3,785

Summary: You’re used getting what you want, who you want. You take pleasure in each conquest, but tonight you may have met your match. 

Monsta X Kinks series part six: Spanking 🖐🏻🍑

The first time you see him, you have only one thought - you hate hate hate the smug look on his face. You can practically feel the arrogance radiating off him from across the party and you want to do anything you can to wipe it off him.

He hasn’t even noticed you yet, but the way he carries himself is a gauntlet thrown at your feet in challenge. He carries himself like he’s God’s gift to the women of MXU. As if the fact that he’s in the hottest fraternity on campus means he can eye the women coming through the door like they are prized cuts of meat, ripe for tasting.

He might think he can have everything he wants, but he hasn’t met you yet.

‘Dibs on that one,’ you say with a smirk, elbowing your friend Renee.

‘Which one? There’s so many to choose from,’ she says with wide eyes.

‘The cocky one in the corner.’ You lift your chin to point to where the man is holding court in the corner over a keg.

‘Are you kidding me? Him?’ she gasps and straightens the hemline of her dress. ‘Changkyun is like… a ladykiller.’

You snort. ‘Please. I’ll have him begging for it by hmmm -’ You look at your watch. ‘By midnight.’

She rolls her eyes at you, always amused by the thrill you get from the chase. 

That’s the secret, to hunt them while making them think they’re the ones hunting you. It’s all about playing them right, to make yourself the quarry they’ve been longing for, you think savagely as you find your group of friends in the corner.

‘We’ve got a live one on our hands tonight ladies,’ Renee announces to Shireen and Lindsey with amusement.

Lindsey laughs out loud and pretends to look around the party with her hand on her brow. ‘Ooooh who’s tonight’s victim?’

Renee motions subtly to Changkyun in the corner and Lindsey whistles.

‘Going straight for the alpha tonight, eh?’ Lindsey says and bumps you with her hip.

‘You know me Linds,’ you say with honey in your voice. ‘I always go for the jugular.’

They don’t realize you’re the predator, not the prey, until they wake up and realize you’re gone. Get what you want from them and then get out before you can get hurt. That’s the trick.

Your friends watch you with a combination of encouragement and concern. They’ve long ago stopped trying to get you to have, you know, a real relationship again and turned instead to encouraging you to be safe on this warpath you’re hell-bent on cutting through the men of MXU.

‘Anyone care for a drink?’ you ask the group. Renee raises her hand and you nod, heading off for the keg.

As you make your way through the crowd, you study him. His laugh is easy, congenial. The picture perfect All-American college stud. You’d bet your car on him being a Business major or something to do with sports. He’s got the look down, you’ll give him that. Light brown hair artfully tousled across his forehead. Dark wash jeans and a white button down, Timbs. Classy, approachable, yet undeniably lust-inducing.

Which character will it be tonight? you muse. Student athlete looking for a different kind of workout? Poetry major looking for a connection? Maybe a sweet freshman at her first kegger? Fumble with the pump so he has to step in and help; eyes wide and voice pitched higher. Grab his biceps and coo. Pretend you’re not experienced to inflate his ego?

Nah. Not tonight, you think with a shake of your head. Something raw and needy is flowing in your veins and you need more of a challenge. Tonight you decide to be yourself, just with the volume turned up.

When you approach the keg you finally make eye contact with him. For a moment the clean image he presents fades away and you get a glimpse of the animal within. He admires your calves, the cleavage on display in the dress you wear.

You meet his look with a snarky raise of your brow and resolutely ignore him. Instead, you expertly get yourself a cup of what is undoubtedly cheap beer, ensuring that you bend your back to show off your ass. Behind your back you can hear male voices discussing and you smile to yourself while you fill another cup.

It’s like shooting fish in a barrel, truly.

Without giving him a second glance, you walk back through the crowd. You’d be willing to wager that not many girls leave him in the dust. Good, you think. You can only imagine the slew of broken hearts he’s left across this campus.

The beer is indeed gross, but by the time you finish the cup you’re laughing at Shireen’s story of her idiotic professor you’ve already acclimated to the taste. With a last sip you finish the cup and frown at it. It’s too soon to make another pass through the kitchen. He needs time to want you first, you think.

‘Can I offer you another?’ comes a deep voice from next to you.

The man in question is standing there, holding out a blue cup to you with his brow raised in question. Renee giggles behind you and you sigh. If he’s already coming over to you, he must be an easier catch than you thought. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

‘Thanks,’ you say, eyeing the cup. ‘But I don’t drink anything I didn’t pour myself.’

You smile up at him and he laughs. He’s not offended by the insinuation and you give him a point for that. There’s interest in his irises when he meets your gaze. Interest and something else you can’t name.

With a dramatic bow he motions toward the kitchen. ‘Might I accompany you to refill your own cup then?’

For a long moment you consider him before finally nodding. ‘Alright then. Lead the way, handsome.’

He drops a hand to your waist, ghosting over your lower back as he guides you through the crowd. 

‘Handsome, huh?’ The sound is low against your ear and you shiver despite the heat in the room.

When you turn to sass him he’s closer than you expected. Close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes. Close enough to smell his cologne, something woodsy and spicy and definitely not Axe Body Spray.

‘You know you’re handsome. Don’t act like you’re not used to flattery,’ you say while leaning in to let your lips tease the shell of his ear.

He laughs and watches as you fill your own cup. ‘Something tells me you don’t offer flattery often, unless there’s something you want. So I’ll take the compliment either way.’

When you stand he’s leaning back against the counter drinking the cup he’d offered you. He holds your gaze and licks his lips. 

You lean against the window ledge behind you. ‘So you weren’t trying to drug me. Do you think that makes you a prince or something?’ you say harshly before taking a large swallow.

This upsets him; brows pulling together, mouth thinning to a line. ‘I might not be the nicest guy in the world, but I stand for none of that here.’ He waits until you meet his eyes again. ‘I take nothing that isn’t given freely to me.’

You lift your shoulder and let it fall. ‘Good. It still doesn’t mean you’ll ever get anything from me, but thanks for playing.’

His expression melts into something more seductive. ‘What makes you think I want anything from you?’

Oh, he’s good. ‘Do you regularly offer beverages to women you’ve never met before?’

‘Maybe. It’s a free country. I believe wholeheartedly in hydrating everyone who comes into my house.’

‘I can fend for myself just fine,’ you challenge.

‘I’ll bet you can do lots of things just fine by yourself,’ he says with a wink. ‘But aren’t some things better with… help?’

The moment stretches out while you two size each other up. Fine, he is hot. You’ll give him that. You wouldn’t sleep with just anyone.

His chest looks broad and strong beneath his shit. The veins on his hands, cording up his forearms, make you imagine what they’d feel like holding you against a wall while he fucks you. His lips are full and red and you wonder what sounds he’d make when you pull the lower one between your teeth.

The familiar heat blooms low in your body, the itch you can never quite seem to scratch. You wonder just how empty and unfulfilled he’ll leave you when this is over. If you’ll take enough from him to make this worth the effort.

‘What’s your major?’ he asks casually.

You frown. ‘Don’t pretend like you care.’

He opens his arms wide, not letting you off the hook. ‘I’m just trying to get to know you here. Or do you normally have sex with men without knowing their name?’

The question is a knife to the chest, re-opening the wound you worry will never heal. The hurt animal inside you wants to roar at him. 

In two steps you’re toe to toe with him. ‘Maybe. Maybe that’s what I like. Rough, impersonal sex. And lots of it.’

He holds your gaze, seems to stare down into your soul as he breathes deeply at your closeness. A question runs through his eyes and after a moment he gives voice to it. ‘Why me?’

‘Huh?’ he startles you and you step back into a person filling their cup at the keg.

With his free hand he reaches for your elbow, steadying you. ‘You know what I mean. I saw you notice me when you came in. Why’d you pick me?’

You deflect easily. ‘Why’d you pick me? You were the one that came over.’

He gives you a lopsided grin and you wonder again what his mouth would taste like. ‘I figure it would be one of two things. Either we’d hit it off…’

‘Or?’ you push him, mostly to distract yourself.

This was supposed to be a game. He was supposed to undress you literally, not expose your secrets.

‘Or the hate-sex would be great.’ He licks along his lower lip, eyes fixated on the line of your neck. ‘Whichever way it goes, I’d get to spend the night with you.’

The hopefulness in his voice slips underneath your defenses and makes your heart flip. You hate the feeling and how vulnerable it makes you. The armor you’ve taken to wearing around your heart slides into place with a comforting weight.

‘Sorry, I’m closed for the night.’

You turn to leave but he reaches a gentle hand for your shoulder. ‘If you don’t want to sleep with me, we could always discuss this week’s reading.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Masculinities: contestation, circulation, and transformation? Tuesdays and Thursdays with Professor Khan?’

He says it with a smile that you recognize so well you want to scream.

The smile you give to men who assume you can’t play pool or fix your own tire or school them at comic book trivia. The smile of satisfaction you let cover you with pride when you’ve called someone on their shitty assumptions. And now it’s your turn to feel chastised.

‘You’re in my women’s studies class?’ you say, shocked.

‘I am indeed. I’m planning on getting an MBA in sports management. I want to have a thorough understanding of the male psyche and its impact on the feminine. I want to represent men’s and women’s teams equally.’

‘How have I not noticed you?’

His cheeks turn pink. ‘Well, I normally wear my glasses and a beanie to fit in.’ He shrugs. ‘This isn’t what you normally wear, either though, is it?’

You look down at the low-cut, thigh-grazing black dress and razor-sharp stilettos you wear and laugh. ‘No. It’s not. My friend Renee calls it my ‘on the prowl’ outfit.’

He whistles. ‘That’s definitely a name for it. I like it. I also like what you normally wear. I have to say I’m flattered you picked me as your target for the night.’

The reality of him is so separate from the fantasy you’d constructed you want to cackle. A few minutes ago you wanted to throw your drink in his face before launching yourself into his arms and sticking your tongue into his mouth. 

Now you have no idea what you’re dealing with and it makes you feel raw and exposed and needy.

‘I don’t think we should sleep together tonight,’ you say so quietly you’re not sure he hears you.

He nods. ‘That’s fine with me. I’m just happy you’re talking to me. I’ve been trying to get your attention all semester,’ he says and runs a hand through his hair in embarrassment.

‘I’m sorry if I ignored you, I’ve-’ you start, thinking of how different things were in December compared to now. How different you were. ‘My boyfriend cheated on me over break and I’ve kind of been… throwing myself into forgetting him.’

There’s a warmth in his eyes that eases something cold and tight and aching inside you. ‘He’s an absolute idiot. If I had someone as intelligent and engaging and hot as you I’d never let you go.’

‘Maybe we should sleep together, then,’ you laugh bitterly. ‘Then you can get sick of me, too.’

He leans closer and you feel his breath against the sensitive skin of your shoulder exposed by your dress. ‘I highly doubt that.’

When he pulls back you almost toss your cup and grab him. But you cling to your sanity and breathe instead, torn between running out the door and taking a chance on him. 

Something in you tells you to trust your instincts, that you chose him the moment you walked in for a reason; saw beneath his facade as quickly and easily as he did yours, even if you didn’t realize it at the time.

‘Prove it,’ you say, like a prayer. A plea for him to know you in all the ways you’ve been denied in the past.

Like a runner at the starting gun he seems to jump into motion. He takes your cup and his and tosses them in the enormous recycle bin. The reassuring warmth and firmness of his hand encloses yours and he leads you through the party to the wide staircase.

You hold on to him and follow him up two flights and down a hallway, the noise of the party fading away with every step. His room is easily three times the size of your dorm room.

He kicks off his shoes and notices your surprise. ‘Being the president has its perks,’ he laughs. ‘Privacy is definitely one of them.’

With your back you close the door, watching him and crossing your arms. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ you ask.

He reaches for the edge of his shirt and tugs it over his head, tossing it to the floor. With heat and need in his eyes he walks towards you. The movement highlights the cut of his torso, the defined lines of his chest and abs that you suddenly want to drag your teeth along.

‘I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,’ he says, reaching both hands out and resting them against the door behind your head. ‘Are you sure you want me, this?’

The past few months sex has been about taking. With your ex you gave him everything, all that you had to give. Over the last few weeks you took without apology. You came first, literally and figuratively. Screamed and moaned with pleasure and didn’t care who heard or what they thought of you.

But with him you know you’re going to give him something in return. Tonight he’s asking more of you and you wonder if you’re ready to go there again.

You reach out a hand and run it along his jaw, trailing it down his chest, his stomach. Your fingers dance along the line of his pants and savor the sharp inhale of breath he takes.

He doesn’t let you hide; holds your focus and watches you intently. Soft as a breeze he leans forward and presses a light kiss on your forehead, asking you to trust him. It undoes you, the need within you rushing forward to meet him. You kick off your heels and stand on your toes to press your lips to his.

The motion pulls his body against yours and you wish you could rip off your dress to feel his skin against yours. Suddenly, you’re unable to get enough of him.

He responds eagerly, bringing a hand to cup your head while he works his lips against yours with a groan. The other arm bands along your back, anchoring him to you as you taste him.

‘More,’ you moan against his open mouth. ‘Now.’

‘Thank god,’ he says in return.

He bends, not breaking the seal of the kiss. The rough heat of his palms trace the backs of your knees, your thighs, before settling on your ass possessively. In one fluid motion he pulls you into his arms, guiding your legs around his waist.

You tug at his hair, pulling his lip between your teeth. Just as you hoped, he growls against you, hands kneading the flesh of your ass and pulling you against his arousal. 

Tonight, you want to see what happens when you let him take charge, anxious to see how he’ll guide you both to completion. What he’ll mould you into with his hands and lips and cock; if you’ll like the person you become underneath him or on top of him.

‘I need to get my hands on you,’ he laughs against your mouth, his voice full of need.

He looks around and walks you back to his couch, sitting down so you straddle him. Freed of their job of holding you up, his hands seem greedy to know the feel of all of you. You watch as he strokes along your thighs, breathing hard in sync with him.

To help him you grab the edges of the dress and tug it over your head. Your hair lands along your shoulders, teasing the bare skin.

The way he savors the newly exposed skin makes you swallow. Before you can even breathe he grasps your hips firmly and pulls you flush against him, dropping his lips to the rise of your breasts over your bra eagerly. His mouth on the delicate flesh makes you whine and grip his shoulders to hold yourself.

He doesn’t rush and you like him the better for it. Instead, he takes his time, pulling down the fabric of your bra and licking first one nipple and then the other. 

It could be minutes or it could be hours that you spend with his tongue on your chest, you lose track of time. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and your hips grind against his erection of their own volition.

When he’s inside you, it won’t be like before. You know this and try to prepare yourself.

He unclasps your bra and cups your breasts with his wide hands and you try to prepare yourself for how it will feel to come around him.

You lift yourself so he can slide off his jeans and underwear and you try to prepare yourself for how he will look when he buries himself inside you.

He reaches for a condom in the side-table and you stand, holding his gaze. Sliding your underwear off, you aren’t prepared for how it feels to stand before him, truly naked down to your heart and soul. Asking him to see you and want you.

‘Beautiful,’ is all he can say when you settle yourself on his lap once more, reaching for his face with both hands.

‘Perfect,’ is all he can say when you take him inside you, so deep you both groan at the perfection of it.

‘Mine,’ is what he says, holding you tight enough to bruise, when you clench around him and gasp.

You ride him with vigor, matching the rhythm of his thrusts into you. It feels so good and right you can’t keep your eyes open, clinging to him and drowning in him. 

He grasps your hips, pulling you against him and angling you so he hits a spot deep within you.

‘Fuck,’ you whine, tugging him up to your lips by his hair.

The build of your orgasm inside you is a tidal wave you can’t control. He licks your mouth and you swallow his groans. He’s just as lost and close as you are. 

Was this what you were waiting for? you wonder as the sounds of your sex drowns out all else. Someone to see you and match you?

The slap of his hand against your ass shocks you, biting and sharp at first and making you gasp. He pulls back to watch you, kneading the flesh, not slowing his thrusts.

‘Too much?’ he pants, searching for signs you want him to stop.

The sting fades to pleasure and you clench around him. ‘No, God. Please don’t stop.’

He smiles, wide and wolf-like. This time he spanks the other cheek, drawing a groan from your throat. His mouth finds your neck and sucks, the sensation sending pleasure down your spine to your core.

‘Please.’ It’s all you can say as you take him deep inside you, matching each of his thrusts.

You preen, becoming a wild and unruly creature as his hands make the skin of your ass so sensitive you want to scream. His grip tightens as he slams into you, uneven and desperate, and you know he’s just as close as you are.

‘Come with me,’ he groans against you.

The need to orgasm is so strong you can’t even manage words, just a noise of assent. You drop your hand to where your bodies meet, finding your clit. In seconds you explode around him with a strangled scream.

You collapse into his arms, panting. He holds you to him, his arms heavy and strong against your sweat-slicked back. After a beat, you pull back to watch him with confusion, wondering at how different this night ended than it began. 

And it’s not even ten o’clock, you notice his clock with amusement.

‘Want to go again?’ he laughs, dropping a gentle kiss to your lips.

‘You’re not sick of me?’ you answer, watching him with wonder.

‘God, no,’ he says, voice absent of all joking, brushing your hair behind your ears. ‘I’ll never get enough of you.’

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Summertime Magic VII.

A/N: IT’S N’JADAKA DAY. In this chapter, Y/N and Daka discuss their past during a nice dinner at her place and her dad invites him to the annual family reunion on her mother’s side. Does he have what it takes to get on pop’s good side? 

WARNING: none...well, alcohol, drugs, and some tear jerkers here and super short. SAWWY. ):

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Hold Me By The Heart by Kehlani

 Y/N woke up back home and her hair freshly washed. She grew tired of her locs and decided to make it a wash day. She walked around with her hair wrapped in a red towel and a big t-shirt on in the kitchen. She had a taste for some seafood soul food so she decided to make some seafood mac and cheese with a sweet potato pie for dessert. As the dinner began baking, she went into the bedroom to detangle her hair and put some creams in to make her curls pop. Afterward, she put her hair in a high ponytail like a pineapple style before washing her hands and heading back to the kitchen.

  She looked over at her phone on the coffee table and got an idea; she began typing at her keyboard. Thirty minutes later, she heard a knock on the door and when she opened it, she saw N’Jadaka. He wore a burgundy v-neck with jeans and his Timbs. He had his dreads tossed to the side and his chain on like usual. She watched him walk to the kitchen with his hands behind his back. She turned back to the food as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hey, baby,” she said when he kissed her cheek. “What up girl? I see you let your real hair out and all. Damn, you got a lot of hair.” She giggled until she heard she heard the timer. 

   N’Jakada walked up to Y/N and kissed her cheek, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders. “Daka, I’m tryna cook, baby”, he held her close and kissed her temple. “Don’t be denying my love, woman. You better take my love and better like it.” He started to kiss on her as she giggled and shooed him away. “So, Daka. Since you in here being all lovey-dovey, then you can help me with the cornbread.” He raised his brow and nodded. He started to help with dinner and she tricked him into making iced tea as well. 

  Soon, dinner was ready and everyone made their plates. They sat in comfortable silence until her phone vibrated. She looked to the screen and let it ring but after that, a message popped up. When Y/N rolled her eyes, N’Jadaka asked if she was okay. “I’m fine.” He lifted her chin up to look at her. “Who is it”, he asked with a stern look. She felt looked to the side then to his eyes. “Rodney.” He let her chin go. “Baby Girl, wanna talk about it?” She shook her head and he kissed her neck. “We gonna have to talk about it soon it or later, Y/N.”

“Fine. Rodney cheated on me..badly. We had our own place together and were together for years. I was at Leslie’s house doing hair and when I went home...he was fucking another woman. He, he didn’t hear me come in either so he kept going at it. I was frozen. I couldn’t move. My heart told me to run and hide but my feet wouldn’t let me. I’m not sure why I just stood there but when he turned, all he could do was ask ‘why I was home so early’? He never said sorry, nothing. I sent my younger brother, CJ, and Monte to come to pack my stuff while I stayed with my parents for a while. I tried taking my own life and all. I was on suicide watch, couldn’t eat or sleep like I wanted. I just don’t wanna let that happen again.” 

  He looked over at her and saw a single tear falling down her cheek. He wiped it away before he brought her closer. “Baby Girl, I would never do that shit. You mean a lot to me, and I mean that shit. I know it feels to be hurt, trust me. I lost my folks at a young age, had to go back to Wakanda with my family. Since I was a kid from Oakland, no one wanted to be around me. Then, when I graduated from high school out there, I moved out for college and met a girl. She made me feel like I had someone in my corner but I guess I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I was with her until I went off into the Navy and she said she wait for me but when I come back..” He stopped to clear his throat before continuing. “When I came back, she was six months pregnant. I knew for damn sure, it wasn’t mine. She had fucked a dude from my old basketball team, I was gonna kill him but I couldn’t. I felt like it was all my fault. Like I wasn’t good enough. Until I met you.”

  They looked at one another with small smirks before he said “you ain’t gotta worry about me, princess. When I say something, I really do mean it. Aight”? Y/N nodded and kissed his cheek as he held on to her. “I got you, baby and you got me. No matter what. Now, I’m ready for that pie and I hope you got some ice cream, too.”

“Ya know it.”

~ 

   The next day, Y/N was at the bank putting more money in the bank as one of her daily errands. She decided to go to her future shop for a while. She stepped out her car in a pair of jean shorts, white tank top, and slides that her man bought her. She used her hands to cup her eyes from the sun to look inside for a better look. She had five more clients that week which meant she would be able to get her shop in less than a week. Afterward, Baby Girl decided to drive to her folks' house which was thirty minutes away from the shop. She knocked on the door and patiently waited until a tall 6′2 young man with a faded style hair cut came to the door. He wore a black polo and jeans with tube socks on. “Hey, little sis.”

“CJ, I’m the oldest remember?”

“Yeah, but you the shortest too.” Y/N hit his arm and he hit her back softly. “Ima hurt you”, she said before he gave her a huge bear hug. “Where ma and pa”, she asked as they headed to the kitchen. There stood an older woman who looked like she worked out on her downtime but still a plumpy woman. Her hair was in a low bun and glasses sat her face. “Hey, ma.” The woman turned around and smiled big. “There’s my best friend. My baby is here”, she said walking up to her with open arms. Y/N looked at her mother’s outfit and said “ya think ya grown, huh”; she wore a pair of leggings and a white crop tee with their last name on the back. 

  “Girl, hush. I just slipped in this. We had just got back from the gym and I took a quick shower before I started to clean.” Y/N looked around and asked “Ma, where pa at?” Her mother pointed to the back door and said “where ya think? Him and that damn Lincoln again.” Y/N laughed, kissed her mom’s cheek and made her way to the back. She opened the door to see her father in the car, vacuuming the ground. He was a bigger man but he didn’t let that stop him from working hard for his family. His bald head shined like he had just shaved and his beard had touches of grey. He wore a pair of navy blue slides that Y/N gifted him years ago, basketball shorts and a basic tee. “Hey, pa.” He looked up and said, “Hey, baby”. He struggled to get up but she hurried to him before sitting him back down. “I see you cleaning, Doll again.” He patted the dashboard and said “yeah, got make sure she looks good at all times, baby girl. What made you stop by?”

“I went by to my future shop and I was just out running errands.” She placed her hands in her back pockets watching her dad clean. “How you doing, pa?” He cleared his throat and told her “fine” but not looking at her. “Pa, look at me.” He did with him leaning on his elbows. “I’m will be fine. I got some weight to lose and some more money to get but I hope the surgery will make everything better. I won’t be hurt anymore.” She nodded looking around. She thought about how her father was everything she looked up to. No matter if he was feeling down or fighting the stomach flu, he got his ass up out of bed and got to work to provide for his family. She hated seeing him like this, always have and always will.

  “So, baby girl. When am I gonna meet this nappy head muthafucka you thinking about”, her dad asked and she looked to him with a smile. “I was thinking about you, dad.” She sat on the back steps and he said “yeah yeah. I wanna meet this little nigga. Got you all googly eye and shit. Wanna make sure this little punk ain’t gonna hurt my baby’s heart.”

“Dad, I’m not gonna get hurt again. Promise”

“Mhm, well bring him to the family reunion. Ya uncles, grandma, and every other muthafucka gonna be there.” She rolled her eyes with a smile and laughed. “Okay, but let’s make a bet. If you like him, you gotta make me a whole strawberry cheesecake and if you win, I will make you your own pan of my homemade chocolate cake.”

“Deal.”

  It was the day of the reunion and N’Jadaka was on his way to Y/N’s house since he was spending the night. He grabbed his gym bag, knocked on the door and she opened it with a smile. “Hey, come on. I’m still getting ready.” He stepped in and followed her to the bedroom. They decided to wear jean bottoms with dashiki print tops and some Nikes they bought a couple days ago. She let put her hair in a low ponytail, grabbed everything she needed including the food and drinks they were bringing and were off. In the car, she told him “N’Jadaka, I should let ya know that my family is a little protective. They might give you a hard time but they are all really sweet once they get to know you.” N’Jadaka took her hand as they pulled up to the huge park as Rocky Steady by The Whisperers. “I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy.” He opened her door as a tall guy walked up to them. He wore a Laker Jersey, jeans and some Airforce ones. “There go my big legs”, he yelled out with a chuckle and she turned in excitement. “UNCLE ANDREW”, she hopped in his arms and he knelt down to hug her. “Lord Jesus, I haven’t seen ya in a while. Lookin’ just like ya mom every damn day. How you been?”

“I’m good. How is Vegas?”

“Ugh, baby girl. It’s great. They know how to treat a brotha out there.” She laughed with him and turned to N’Jadaka. “Unc, this is N’Jadaka. My boyfriend.” Andrew held out his hand and shook his as he pointed to him. “The Navy vet?”

“That’s right, sir.” Andrew nodded and patted N’Jadaka’s shoulder. “Good, good. I was actually apart of the US Army back in the 80′s. It’s good to meet ya son.” Uncle Andrew got all the stuff out for them and when they walked to their section, he saw the huge family that Y/N called her own. N’Jadaka looked around to see a group of men playing cards at the park table, hooping and hollering. Little kids ran all over the place with water guns and balloons, and some woman sat at the park benches talking and gossiping. A woman with curly long hair and tan skin walked pass Y/N and can notice that sweet, natural smell anywhere.

“Y/N!”

“Lana”, Y/N said in an excited tone and her cousin ran in her arms. When they separated, Lana saw N’Jadaka and smiled big. “Are you the new man in Y/N’s life?” He nodded with his hand out and said: “nice to meet ya.” She looked at his hand said “I don’t do handshakes. I do hugs.” She gave him a big bear hug and he chuckled. “Daka, this is Lana. Lana lives in Michigan, married and her twin boys are over there playing.” Lana smiled and said “yeah, I missed you so much, cuz. Michigan is okay but it’s not like LA at all. When it’s cold out there, it’s cold as fuck. I’m just glad to be here for at least a week.” Andrew kissed his daughter’s head as they all began walking. Y/N’s dad had a cigar in his mouth with cards in hand with her uncles, Michael, Chad, Winston, Donnie, Richard, and Anthony. Her mom was on the park bench with the women of the family including her grandma and when the women looked over to them, an aunt said “sweet black baby Jesus. Is THAT the man baby girl is dating?” Tasha looked and said “my baby is here and yes, Chanel. Don’t be a perv or Ima cut you.”

“You wouldn’t cut ya own sister.”

“I would for my babies, I will.” Their mother laughed a little as Tasha whistled for Y/N; Y/N saw them and smiled big. “C’ mon, you can meet the Glass Ladies. But real quick, be careful with my aunt, Chanel. Her hands like to wander, my aunt Kendra is a sweetheart and my grandma can be a little bit pushy but she means well.”

“Which one is ya mom?”

“The one in the sundress.”

“That’s ya momma. Thought that was ya sister?”

“Ha, very cute.” They finally were closer to the group when her mom ran to her for a hug. “My baby. How was the drive”, she asked and Y/N said “good. Everyone, this is N’Jadaka. My boyfriend.” Tasha stood back and looked up at him. “Damn, another tall one. Got me feelin’ all short and whatnot.” N’Jadaka chuckled and said, “it’s nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Boy, call me, Tasha. So, N’Jadaka what do you do?”

“Well, I’m a Navy Vet but I’ll be helping with my family business. We kinda got a lot of money so we opening a few youth centers. I’ll be in charge of the ones out here.” She stood back and said “well, check this out. A brotha helping out the community. The Marathon Does Continue.” He agreed with her as they kept talking and the men heard them laugh. Chad looked up from his deck and said “hm, that must be the young buck.” The men look up with raised brows and her dad took out his cigar. “Mhm, there he goes. Lemme call them over. Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” Y/N turned to him and the guys and he pointed at Daka. She was about to walk over but her dad stopped her with “JUST HIM”. She looked to him and said “don’t get killed. My dad is the hardest one.”

“Baby, I’ll be fine. Ya pops gonna fuck with me at the end of the day.” He kissed her forehead as she went back to the ladies. He stuck his chest out slightly with his hands in pockets. When he got there, the men all looked to him. “What up, cat”, her dad, Thomas said. “I’m good, sir.”

“Have a seat. Join us and grab a drink.”

“I’m good on the drink. I drove but I can still sit.” He sat across the way from Thomas as they handed out the new cards. The men started putting out their small bets and looked to Daka in shock when he said “$20″. Thomas took out his cigar and said “bold but do you know how to play Spades.” N’Jadaka insured him that he can; they began. “So, young brotha. I hear a lot about you. You really from Africa?” N’Jadaka looked at his cards still as he spoke. “I was born in Oakland but my unc took me in when my pops passed.” Thomas looked up to him and realized he had something in common with N’Jadaka. He was also taken in by family when his parent’s passed away. “I see. How you meet my daughter?”

“We were at the liquor store. I was picking up stuff for my homeboy’s crib and I saw her. Some dude was tryna push on her but I had to stop that dude. He was trying get at her and put his hands on her.” The men all looked up at him and Thomas said: “what you mean?”

“Well, Mr. Y/L/N, the dude was trynna get at her, she said nah and before ya know it, he grabbed her arm.”

“And what did you do?”

“Anything a man would do. I got in the middle of it. I could have broken his nose, easily but I wasn’t feelin’ it. Wouldn’t be a good look for any of us. So, I pretended we was a couple. The brotha fleed the scene. Y/N and I talked and that’s how it happened.” The men looked to them and saw Thomas with a start face as the continued. “Look, young man. Ima let you know now. I don’t fuckin’ play when it comes to my family especially with my baby over dere. Ya understand? Ever since she was little, I have always made sure she was good. She, my whole family is my responsibility. So, when a nigga comes into her life. I get a little protective, a little violent if anything happens to her. I take that you heard of Rodney.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, Rodney hurt her badly to the point she wouldn't eat. Couldn’t sleep at night. When my baby girl gets hurt, that’s when I want war. Y/N is my first AND only girl. She is my baby. You got any kids, son?”

“No, sir but I got a baby cousin I always watched over.”

“Then you kinda know then. As a man, we gotta protect who we love. By any means necessary.” He sipped his beer and looked back his cards; N’Jadaka had something to say. “Mr. Y/L/N, I know how you feel but I also know that things happen for a reason. Rodney was a pussy for what he did but maybe it happened because he couldn’t handle her. Y/N got a big ass heart and she smart as hell too. She got ambition, talent and her being beautiful is just a plus. Y/N got a lot of drive, something that 80 % of women ain’t got. Rodney couldn’t handle a strong, black woman but I damn sure can. I care about her way too much to even think about steppin’ out on her. I would be a dumb ass to do that. ith her, I can see so much more. I am very proud of her for being the woman she is now. I’m not tryna kiss up or anything but you did a great job, Mr. Y/L/N. Real talk.”

  Thomas looked up to him then at the others. He nodded and looked back to his cards; still no expression. After they all ate, the kids ran up to N’Jadaka to play with them as Y/N watched. She noticed how well he was with the kids and it warmed her heart so much. She can just imagine how he would be as a father.  At the end of day, they popped fireworks and said their goodbyes. When they got back to Y/N’s place and wore something to sleep in. “So, did ya pops talk to you about us?” She spat out her toothpaste and turned off her bathroom light. “Nope, we talking about my shop, his surgery and all. But nothing about you.”

“Yeah, I ain’t sure if he like me or not. In all my days in the navy, I can’t read him.”

“Baby, no one but my mother can. Don’t worry. He’ll warm up to you eventually.” They kissed a little before laying down and talking some more, falling asleep. All of a sudden, Y/N’s phone vibrate against the end table.

IOU a whole cheesecake, Y/N. Goodnight. 

*𝒯𝒜𝒢𝒢𝐸𝒟 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸𝒮*

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“Often” Taehyung college AU (M)

The scenario is pretty cut and dry..Tae is your stereotypical attractive wealthy college frat boy....use to getting whatever and whoever he wants.. But this time around the person he wants is pretty much the female version of himself..whether she wants to admit it or not..and she’s Bi..so she’s also stepping in his territory..... Now will just have to see which one of them is willing to bow down first.... This is NOT a enemies to lovers AU, it’s not a secret they are both sexually attracted..  It dosen’t take long for her to warm up to him...she just knows she dosen’t “Need him” ..so it’s just a game of who can make who get on there knees first.  ***Hoseok is in the sneak peek...that’s why he’s tagged..all the boys will be in the full thing***

A ROUGH sneak peek/INTRO.. A smutty one shot that actually kinda has a storyline/plot..there are mentions of smut/teasing in the SP

Fuck boy/frat boy Tae in full affect...but the OC is kinda a beast too...

Not promising when this will be up..but I got inspired today to start it.

-Song referenced is “Often” by The Weeknd...

You guys can thank one of my lovely anon’s for giving me the idea of pairing cocky FB college Tae with an equally cocky Bisexual OC 

“I’d literally rather get my clit pierced than go to that” Nonchalantly bringing your focus back to your food, dipping your pretzels in a gloub of beer cheese while you watched both of your friends faces contort in pure  torture. “Ugh,yeah I don't even have a pussy nevertheless  a clit and even I felt that...Jesus..girl” Hoseok snorted out a light chuckle as he continued mixing the new drink order that just came in “Oh my god Y/n really!? It swear it won't be that bad..you can’t be the only person not at this frat party after the homecomming game...Pleaseee..” there she goes whining..again..letting her fingers trickle up your shoulder...while a dramatic sigh left your lips as you slouched in your seat. “Okay, you are aware that only works for me when were actually having sex right? You whining in other circumstances just gives me a migraine..” Purposely ignoring her question, making a pout appear on her lips instantly..which you also ignored. Picking another pretzel off your plate, to feed to Hoseok who was currently staring at your plate like a starving puppy. Placing the pretzel in front of his lips, letting him quickly inhale a bite before one of his managers noticed.  Not even appearing to chew before swallowing it whole “I still can't understand how the two of you can hook up,and still stay friends…” Shaking his head..with a slight smirk before placing the 3 salted margaritas on the tray for the server to pick up. “Because neither of us actually wants a girlfriend right now..and in my instance I actually don't want anything to do with the male species at all ..ESPECIALLY..the ones that crawl out of that Alpha Kappa - Gucci belt- fuckboy house…”  A loud squeal left Mia’s throat at the sound of that, throwing her head back as she applauded your statement, tears starting to run down her cheeks. A snort left Hoseok’s lips..clearly a little offended, which you currently gave zero fucks about but hey, if he wanted to have his moment...you'd let him.  ”Ugh, excuse you but I live in that Alpha Kappa- Gucci belt-fuckboy house and you like me sooooo..clearly where all not that bad!”

Mia nodded a little too quickly..happy Hoseok was trying to push you in her direction “Okay first off, I barely like you…” Pausing to lock your eyes with his..the slight smirk on your face let him know you weren't serious. Even though you’d never give him credit..he was honestly  a decent guy. A look of amusement danced along his lips as he let you continue “Second..none of the other kappa fuckboys are like you..I’ll be swatting motherfuckers away the minute I walk through the door. Which sounds fucking exhausting...Yeah, no thanks!” Tossing your hair behind your shoulder, as you took a sip of your cocktail not even remotely phased by how cocky that may have came off. You transferred schools during  summer courses..and you weren't subtle by any means...damn near every boy on campus as tried to get in your pants and you've turned them all down. The girls on the other hand..you had a little fun with..everyones fav femm dom, don’t get me wrong you were still very selective. Your outlook on women just wasn't as savage as it was with the male species, to be real you were kinda a hypocrite though, the queen of fuck and leave..of “Oh yeah I’ll call you…” then blocking their number. Let’s just say your ex was the definition of the type of guy you absolutely should NOT I repeat NOT get involved with...But Jackson was smooth... The star quarterback that broke your heart and now you think all men..especially pretty frat boys are all just a waste of seamen.  Not that, that’s necessarily fair to lump them all in the same category . But to be frank, the ones that have approached you, minus Hoseok haven’t showed you much to prove they were any different than the picture you painted in your mind soo..meh. “Well I feel like I can speak on behalf of the female population and say...the frat BOYS wouldn't be the only ones you'd have to swat away..” Letting her fingers dance along the necklace that set on your chest..tracing over the rose gold font that spelled out your name. “ But I also heard..you’ve caught a certain someone's attention..isn't that right Hobi?” Smirking over at Hoseok ..as she’s now found her place on your lap..as the two of you sat in front of the bar. The smile on Hosoeks face already had you annoyed reclining in your chair, as you brought your fingers to massage your temples “What part of..I don’t give a fuck about fucking some frat boy..in a Gucci belt, that doesn't even know foreplay is a thing..fucks like a jackrabbit..uses porn for all of there references-” Cut off by the cackle that left Hoseok and Mias lips with transferred quickly to you..as you tried to get your point across in between laughing “And...and most importantly they wouldn't even last..a minute they’d slide it..it’s game over…so what about that sounds fun for me?”

“Damn, I don’t think I've never met a girl that talks as much shit as I do...Oh and by the way it seems like the issues is you've just been fucking boys. The fact that there in a frat doesn't seem to be the problem,” Turning your head slightly , face reflecting you were more than annoyed that some random has invited himself to your conversation, yet the frustration on your face didn't phase him one bit”  “Now weather YOU can actually back up all the shit your talking, the way I can...that’s currently up for debate..” The deep rumble that erupted from his chest was..unexpected to say the least. The husky tone didn't fit his face at all but the base in his voice..yeah that was doing something for you . He was, fuck...fine, fine as hell that’s literally the only way to describe him and to make it even worse..he knew it, you could tell he did. Tall ,broad..nice build..he was clearly a bottle blonde..but it suited him. Not even minding his dark roots because they complimented his strong brows. Chiseled jawline..hair messily parted down the middle..leather jacket..skinny jeans..black timbs...warm complexion.  You watched him casually pick a fry off your plate, grabbing his hand immediately turning it to face your lips.. Sinfully biting it out of his hand before swatting it away. Earning a smile that almost reflected he was I don’t know..impressed? Tapping Mia’s thigh indicating for her to get off your lap and sit back in her set to your left. “Oh look, my point exactly..it’s one of your Alpha Kappa- Gucci-fuck boys, I'm sorry is this the part were your expecting me to get all worked up..and tell you how good of a lay and I am..and then you and me end up going to the bathroom to fuck so I can “Prove my point?” Brow quirked in his direction,the amount of sass dripping from your lips was uncanny to say the least.

A smirk moved up his faced as he braced his weight on the bartop, Cocking his head to the slide slightly, letting his tongue tease at the corner of his mouth.. ”Nah this is the part where, I walk away, we both sit here and act like we aren't turned on by the arrogance we clearly both get off on. We continue to play this cat and mouse game until the frat party next week...and then maybe, maybe then I’ll let you try and prove your point” The devious looks on his face only got darker as he watched the frustration dance along yours.  He got you good...poking at your Ego in the sense of him doubting your skill but if you played into it...then you'd be the girl you just talked shit about. Taking a second to get your thoughts together you'd be damned if he won this “Ya know, your talking a lot of shit for someone who literally just followed me on all my socials this morning, oh and don't think I didn't notice you creepin.I did see the picture you “liked” from last summer before to quickly unliked it..” Resting your chin against your  hand as your elbow braced your weight on  the bar, batting your full set of lashes in his direction “ So it seems like you’ll be the one sliding in my DM’s begging me to prove my point...I mean not that I can blame you..I have mastered the art of a good thirst trap” Shooting him a quick wink, before  easing out of your chair , swaying off to the bathroom.

If you guys are interested let….let me knowwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Love you as always,

Rocki

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just one (iii)

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

warnings: eventual smut, swearing, bad habits (mentions of drinking, smoking etc)

genre: humour, drama, romance, college!au

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part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

contrary to popular belief, jungkook does set some rules for himself. he doesn't have many, but the ones he does have he's strict about.

the first was no drunks in his jeep. he already broke that rule by allowing you and your friend seulgi in, so maybe that was out the window. impressive too, because he hasn't let anyone in his truck that hammered since jimin after taehyung's 21st. he threw up all over the dashboard and jungkook could swear he smelt vomit in there for months. even though he's sensitive to smell and hates repeating the same mistakes, jungkook decided you were worth the risk.

which brings him to his second rule: messing around with girls was just that. messing around. every time he needs reminding of that jungkook remembers the cactus plant taehyung gave him back during his very first semester. he killed that thing in record timing to the point where even taehyung wondered if there was a malevolent spirit in the place, because how else could you kill a cactus? it perfectly depicted jungkook's most telling trait: he can't look after things. look out for things, sure. he can step into a fight if his friend needed help or walk an old lady to her car with groceries. because those were a one off, in-the moment things that jungkook is good at navigating. but long term things? investing himself? he could barely stomach his own emotions for a weekend let alone someone else's, so it really was a recipe for disaster for everyone involved. get in, get out, get going onto the next. that way everybody wins.

and that neatly bleeds into his final rule: no bringing girls back to his place (if he can help it). jungkook preferred to keep his personal and personal personal life separate, so the less girls knew about him outside the bedroom the better. besides, it's not like he's totally unreasonable - if his place was closest and the situation called for it, then fair enough. but that was hardly ever the case.

which is why he's here: stumbling around the park in the middle of the day, totally and utterly lost. he was sure he had taken this shortcut once or twice before but apparently he was wrong, because he didn't even know this half of the park existed.

"the fuck is this place," jungkook mutters to himself, shifting as best as he can through a patch of long grass. he's pretty sure he's got a twig in his shirt somewhere and he doesn't even want to think about that squishy thing he just stepped in. his dick may have had a blast last night (and this morning) but the timbs on his feet had definitely seen better days.

jungkook had been wandering around for so long now he considers calling the girl who's place he'd just left in hopes of getting some directions...but then realised he didn't have her number. and even if he did, what would he say? i made you cum faster than you could spell out my name but now i need you to fish me out of the park like a lost dog? and then the next hurdle: what was her name again? jane? joy? jill? it quickly becomes irrelevant when jungkook gets through the end of weeds and broken branches to an open plain of grass again. it's a cloudy day so it wasn't particularly beautiful to look at, but he's just happy to be out of the mess of trees. looking out to the large pond of water just where the steepness of a hill stops, he double-takes when he sees that the person sitting atop it is...you.

you. bundled up in a hoodie, no makeup, tongue sticking out while you work to get the shading of that wilted tree just right. it's a public place, there are people out on the streets, cars whizzing past, but jungkook still feels like he's stumbled upon something private, intimate even - so beautiful do you look, so simple and candid. just you in your own little world. his fingers practically itch for a camera.

raising a hand before calling out your name, jungkook is unable to stop a smile blooming across his face when you snap your head up. he comes over to you, out from all the bushes like it was a totally normal place for someone to be. you can't help but stare at him like he's go an extra head when he finally reaches you, hair all mussed and eyes wonderfully bright. he smells vaguely of women's perfume and cigarette smoke but fuck if you don't gulp a little at how delectable he looks, leaf in his hair and all. "fancy seeing you here, noona."

"i could say the same," you lean to peer over his big shoulder, quirking a brow. "jungkook, why were you in the woods?"

he looks back with you to inspect the path he came from. "i was in the woods?"

"yeah," you laugh, his dopey expression making warmth flourish in your chest. he looks so loveable when he has no idea what's going on, eyes all big and mouth hanging open like an endearing dumbass. the urge to kiss him hits you out of nowhere. "i'm um, guessing you don't come to this park often?"

"i do! i've been here like," he counts his fingers. "twice? once sober." he looks down at his feet bashfully. "i'm actually a little lost."

"i hadn't guessed," you grin up at him, gesturing, "the entrance is way on the other side, over there. if you keep walking this way and then turn left at the-"

"i'll just wait until you're done," jungkook insists, plopping down on the grass next to you. his shirt wrinkles up around the belt to extenuate the flat of his stomach, settling into the ridges of what quite obviously are his covered abs. he looks so innocent from the neck up, round eyes blinking at you through his hair innocently like he isn't all hard edges and stiff lines from the shoulders down. a wolf in sheep's clothing and all that. "if you don't mind, that is? i don't know if you realised but i'm not exactly good with directions."

"you're right. if i let you wander off alone i'll probably see your face on the news tomorrow. just gimme a minute to pack all this-"

the gentle hand enveloping yours stills you. "please. take your time," jungkook hums, letting you enjoy the warmth of his touch before settling back with his palms in the grass again. "i don't mind relaxing here a little while anyway."

you open your book again upon his insisting. "i won't be too long, promise. this fucking pond is just being difficult."

"looks pretty perfect to me," he muses, pretending to inspect your work when really he's inspecting you.

it goes straight over your head though, too enthralled in getting the lines right, getting every stain of colour placed where you want it. you made the dreariest looking pond look like a glittering lake, alive with colour and life that didn't exist in the real world. he scans the other page; more trees, dogs playing with owners, cloudy skies and orchids, so many orchids even though this park had none. you clearly had a liking for them.

"it's definitely not perfect," you laugh, wetting your brush and softening more edges. "but that's what i love about painting. perfect doesn't exist. or even desired." he hums in agreement, no longer able to look at your art, only you. the way your lashes gently flutter, a dimple forming at the side of your mouth when you purse your lips. you were so easy on the eyes jungkook doesn't realise he's staring until you break the silence. "so are you gonna tell me why you're lost in the park or are you gonna make me guess, slick?"

he grins. "you have three strikes, noona. use them wisely."

"booty call?"

"damn," he huffs, head tilting back while listening to your victorious laugh. "listen, it wasn't exactly a booty call. that would imply i met jane before," he pauses. "i mean joy. wait, jennie?" he scratches his head. "what's your friend's name again, jisoo? definitely not her..."

"ask your dick, he'll probably remember. do you want me to give you two some privacy?"

"what's it to you?" jungkook laughs, nudging your shoulder with his while he gnaws his bottom lip, because it's not like he was about to admit that jane/joy/jennie was the third girl he slept with this week to get you out of his head. it was slutty even by jungkook's standards, and even then it still didn't stop him from secretly hoping you'd at least get a tiny bit jealous - and at best, curious to take their place.

"nothing, nothing," you throw him playful look. "i'm just another art hoe sat in the park, who am i to judge?"

he laughs again, nose scrunching up cutely. "how did you find this place anyway?" jungkook peers around the fence of trees, making the area feel so much more secluded, as if the rest of the world was off somewhere else. "i never knew there was such a big pond here."

"neither did i, until jimin."

"jimin?"

a nod. "he brought me here a few years ago, back when i was," you don't know how to finish, wetting your lips. "back when i was going through a tough time. family issues and all that. he said everyone needs a place to scream and cry and this was his, so he gave it to me too. it also just happens to be very pretty."

you can feel jungkook's inquisitive eyes on you, regarding how wistful you look remembering the days you and jimin would come here every week for some respite from life. it all seemed so long ago but like yesterday at the same time, as if walking around in a dream. it's jungkook that lulls you back to earth with his velvet soft voice. "you know it's weird, i know jimin hyung inside out, have done since we were kids. when he's mad, upset, whatever it was," he pauses thoughtfully. "but i don't think he's ever opened up to me about his feelings. anyone, really. he comes out here to scream but he can't like, talk to people?"

"jimin's like that," you agree. "everyone thinks because he has a million friends he's an open book, but it's the opposite. i've known him all this time and he's never even cried in front of me!"

"same," jungkook sighs. "weird. especially since he was, like, the biggest crybaby from ages four to sixteen."

"sixteen?" you laugh. "seriously?!"

"you have no idea! one time as a joke i asked if he was crying even though he wasn't, and he got so annoyed he started crying," jungkook snickers, eyes crinkling happily while he falls about in giggles with you. "but then he grew up, went to college. gets himself some pussy every time he's upset now, i guess."

"it sounds awful when you put it like that!" you pause. "maybe it is a little awful."

jungkook shrugs. "it's the easy way out, is what it is. doesn't make him a bad guy."

you prod him. "are we still talking about jimin?" you're met with another nudge before continuing. "what i mean is he's always thinking of others, that jiminie," you shake your head fondly at the thought of him, and jungkook sees your affection for him etched all across your face. "i keep telling him that processing other people's emotions for them isn't healthy, but he won't listen to me. have at it when you get the time."

"what was it?" jungkook asks. "the emotions he processed for you, i mean?" he raises a brow when you make a face at him. "or do i have to reach level fifty before unlocking your tragic backstory?"

"try level one hundred," you scoff, hauling yourself up to collect your things. "now, do you wanna go get some coffee or sit here and talk about our abandonment issues? choose carefully, you only get one."

"coffee," jungkook scrambles to pack your art supplies for you, making you laugh. "coffee, coffee, coffee!"

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"jiminieee!" you call out across the house, kicking the door shut behind you after letting yourself in. you're glad you never threw out your old key because it came in handy during times like this, when jimin couldn't answer a text to save his life. he usually wasn't so m.i.a. but that didn't mean he didn't have his moments from time to time. you just assumed maybe he had a girl over, in which case you had no problem eating all the snacks in the kitchen and playing video games with taehyung until he was done. "why didn't you pick up, i called you like, twice today! anyway i was thinking, do you-"

you stop dead in kitchen, surprised to see hoseok there with jimin. it's dead quiet, heads snapped to you like they've only just stopped talking upon your arrival. you can't help but blink back at them, a little dazed, unsure what you just walked in on. but before you can think too much about it, hoseok is shooting you one of his sweet smiles. "hey, ____!"

"hey hobi, uh," your eyes skirt over to your best friend nervously. "didn't think i'd see you here..!"

"hyung just came over for a catch up," jimin says, which is about as much of an explanation as you're gonna get. "sorry i missed your calls, i left my phone upstairs. everything good?"

"yeah i just," you shuffle closer to jimin, a habit you had when you felt uneasy. even though there was nothing to be uneasy about, so to speak; you and hobi had been texting regularly for a couple weeks now, so it's not like you had a reason to be so skittish. so why do you get the nagging feeling there's something you're missing? you ignore it in favour of jimin's pleasant expression. "i was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie? that new horror film just came out and i'm free tonight, so..?"

he strokes your back apologetically, venturing dangerously low. boyfriend territory, so to speak. "sorry ____, but i have so much work to catch up on before this weekend! remember irene noona?"

you lean into him involuntarily. "yeah?"

"she's having another thing on saturday. i really wanna go but i gotta submit my project first," jimin explains, his gentle caress along your spine enough to lull you into submission alone. "but hobi can go with you! you're free tonight, aren't you hyung?"

"um," hoseok wets his lips, eyes darting between the pair of you. "yeah. yeah, i'd love to take you for a movie, ____. if you don't mind, that is."

"oh, yeah of course not! that sounds great," you pat jimin's chest briefly. "too bad you can't make it though. next time?"

"next time," he nods, and you do your best not to shiver when he squeezes your hip.

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you're still in denial all the way to the movie theatre, right up until hoseok pays for the tickets and the popcorn and the good coke. there was no denying it after that: you were officially on a date with jung hoseok.

and it was the first of many. because hobi was funny and understanding and sweet, planning around your schedule and picking things you liked to do. even if you cancelled last minute or opted for a night in, he was so chill about it all. if there was a definition of prince charming in the dictionary, hobi's face would be plastered next to it, his name in glitter cursive. this is further supported by the way he brings you flowers before taking you to a fancy dinner he saved up for, all the way uptown.

evidently, it was only natural that your first kiss with him be perfect as well.

"oh, hoseok!" you coo, plucking the fresh lillies from his hands happily. his cheeks burn with excitement, because you only ever call him hoseok when you're sincerely touched. he follows you into the kitchen while you put the flowers in some water, like a puppy on a leash. jimin was right, he muses. this way, everybody wins. "they're so beautiful! you really shouldn't have, i can imagine these costing a fuck tonne..."

"don't worry about that," hoseok says, stepping closer to you when you finally face him. he looks awfully dashing in his dress shirt and pants, hair swept back to reveal even more of his bright, handsome face. he reaches for your hand gently. "i'm just glad you like them."

"i love them," you smile, his heart fluttering with how pretty you look in that moment, all sweet features and a sweeter dress. "no one's ever given me flowers before, you know. maybe i'll sketch them tonight, so i remember forever."

"no need," he chuckles, taking another step. you're close now, awfully close. the richness of his brown eyes throws you, studying your face with the most gentle smile in the world. before he looks down at your lips. "i'll buy you flowers for as long as you'll let me."

hoseok reaches up to cup the side of your face, feather light and soft. he waits for you to pull away, and when you don't he leans in to meet you half way in a short, honey-sweet kiss. his lips are just as soft as they look, just as plump as you'd imagined. you sigh into his mouth when he kisses you again, a bit longer this time, falling into his chest for more before hoseok pulls back with a glittering grin.

"come on," he says brightly, tugging your hands. "i busted my ass for that reservation, so no tardiness!"

you hum with a nod, clutching his hand and letting him lead you out.

but of course, you got there on time. dinner was perfect, the food was delicious, the weather was lovely, absolutely everything was just right. and yet when hoseok kisses you goodnight at the door, you wonder why your chest feels like it's got a chunk missing. like scraping the bottom of a tub of ice cream for a piece of cookie dough and not finding any. you pad into your room, waiting expectantly for hoseok's got home safe text that he never forgets to send. you're so caught up in your head trying to figure out if the chicken you had at dinner is what's making you feel off, before your phone pings! right on time. but then you do a double take at the id.

[unknown number 9:28pm] hey it's slick :) just wanted to ask why you let me walk around with a leaf in my hair the other day. awfully mean of you noona

[unknown number 9:28pm] this is jungkook btw in case u havent guessed

[unknown number 9:29pm] unless im not the only guy u call slick...?

the laughter that bubbles up in your chest is so potent and refreshing you find yourself falling back into your bed in a fit of giggles, eagerly unlocking your phone to save jungkook's number. you had totally forgotten to anticipate his text in the weeks hobi kept you busy.

[you 9:32pm] thanks for clarifying, ur actually slick #4. jimins #5 if that helps

[you 9:33pm] you didn't pay for my coffee so it was revenge

[you 9:33pm] plus you Might have looked a bit cute

[jungkook 9:35pm] are u kidding

[jungkook 9:35pm] i got u those overpriced chocolate things which was like 4 coffees

[jungkook 9:36pm] ahhhhh there it is :) i knew u had a thing for me

[you 9:38pm] they're called croissants jungkook

[jungkook 9:38pm] idc lets go back to how u think im cute

[you 9:40pm] i thought you didnt like me calling u cute

[jungkook 9:41pm] ill take what i can get in this fuckin drought

[jungkook 9:42pm] my plan is to run with the cute thing until i evolve. charmander was cute in the beginning too but then he becomes charizard n everyones like woahhh

[you 9:43pm] are you literally 7 yrs old. am i talkin to ash ketchum rn

[jungkook 9:43pm] pls dont be silly noona ash was 10

[you 9:45pm] so older than u then

[jungkook 9:49pm] can we stop talking abt pokemon now im trying to flirt

[you 9:50pm] dont say that or ur ash hyung will be sad

[jungkook 9:51] i actlly hate u

you're so busy laughing you almost miss hobi's incoming message. you should have replied then and there, but the influx of jungkook’s messages keep you occupied. 

[hoseok 9:43pm] got home safe xx

[hoseok 9:43pm] had a lovely night with you hun xx wanna meet before class tomorrow?xx

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"you're having boy trouble, aren't you?" is the first thing taehyung says when you drag him out of his room. and he's not wrong. jimin's out so it's safe enough to take the conversation to the kitchen, tae's smirk over his coffee mug only making you flinch harder. "well?"

"i mean," you tap the table nervously. "sort of? it's just not something i wanna talk to the girls about. or jimin either for that matter. unfortunately you're the only neutral party i have to indulge in."

"charmed. so what did hobi do?" he asks simply. "eat the nuggets off your plate? propose a threesome before the third date? wear denim on denim?"

"...one of those is not like the other, tae."

"you're right. if he took your nuggets the fucker wouldn't be even be alive right now."

"but to answer your question, no he didn't do anything. in fact, i'd go as far as saying he's been so perfect it's starting to make me think he's a hologram or something. some kind of sexy robot designed to charm women but he broke out of the lab and now we're dating."

he gives a snort of derision. "come on, he's a guy. there's gotta be something gross about him."

"nope! he dresses well, smells good, never late, texts me back," you hold your head in your hands dramatically. "he even finishes his political arts essays extra fast just so i have an outline for when it comes to writing mine. the guy is a saint."

"so why did you drag me out of my room during wank hours?"

"jesus, taehyung! it's one in the afternoon!"

"well?"

"i just!" you throw your hands up comically. "i think there's something wrong me! he buys me flowers, texts me good morning...so why don't i have butterflies? why aren't i rushing to reply to him? just the other night i left him on read for ju-for some other guy. i mean, half of me is like if i don't feel something then that's valid but the other half of me is wondering why? why do i feel like i ordered the wrong drink at a coffee shop and i only realised after the first taste? like, it's not a bad drink at all, it's actually quite nice. but it's not what i wanted. you know?"

he raises a dismissive hand to your rambling. "answer me this. do you wanna fuck him?"

you pause, mulling it over. "yeah, i guess."

"you guess?"

"well i wouldn't say no," you admit, huffing as you shift your mug between your hands. "because he's crazy hot and a great kisser, if that's any indication. i'm sure he wouldn't let me down. but i have cause to say the same about you and probably half of jimin's other friends too, so."

taehyung rolls his eyes. "well, ignoring the fact that that was possibly the most tepid compliment you could have given me," he leans across the counter so you can't miss the way his eyes bore into you. "if you're not desperate to fuck him, and i mean getting so excited you shiver a little every time he comes within a meter of you, then that's that. game over, case closed. you should never have to guess whether you wanna fuck a guy or not."

"but he's doing everything right," you wail childishly. "and it's not like i don't like him taehyung, i do."

he shrugs to that. "right. you just don't like him enough to continue dating him on your merry way without coming to me for advice? come on, listen to yourself! the guy's half way to asking you to be his girlfriend, if there's no spark now then what are you waiting for?"

"but maybe there will be! eventually! i definitely like him more and more the longer we've been dating," you counter. "isn’t that worth waiting for?" you groan when tae does nothing but shoot a pointed look in reply. "fine, i'm making excuses. but in my defence if you had to break something like this to jimin you'd be stressed too."

"jimin?" taehyung repeats, brows furrowing. "what does he have to do with this?"

"i mean he pretty much set us up. he's super invested too, he remembers when i need to text hobi back more often than i do." taehyung chews on the information. it doesn't sit well in his stomach and it shows, his lips pursing and his legs jiggling restlessly. "at least it put an end to jisoo and seulgi's crazy idea that jimin liked me. weird though, i didn't think guys would give so much of a shit about their friends relationships."

"yeah, weird," taehyung grumbles, effectively switching the conversation to what he knows will distract you before you can clock onto his pinched expression. "speaking of friends, jungkook says you two have been talking a lot recently. that true?"

"oh, yeah. yeah, i guess," you suddenly find your empty mug very interesting. "we text a bit. went out for coffee a while ago."

taehyung double takes. "coffee?" a pause. "like a-"

you silence him. "don't say date. don't you dare say date. i swear to god if you say date i'll make you a new coffee and pour it in your lap taehyung, i'll do it."

he smirks. "did he pay?"

"no, i got the drinks. but he got the pastries."

"but did he order any pastries?"

silence.

"it was a date."

"no it wasn't!"

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"how are you feeling about friday?" jimin asks quietly, lips pressed into your hair so the words come out muffled.

you're half asleep against him, it's one of the few times you're snuggled up into him and not the other way around. you're not sure what trashy romcom is playing anymore, all you know is that jimin's chest is so comfortable under your head, his body so warm with yours cradled into it. you yawn before answering, burying your nose into his soft hoodie. "lunch with hobi? we have lunch together all the time, why would-?"

"no," he says softly, pulling back slightly to look at you. "the other thing."

you meet his eyes, and then it hits you. "oh." a heavy beat. "i-i totally forgot. i can't believe i forgot..."

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything," he apologises, tucking you further into his arm. you hope your heating cheeks don't give you away with how close you are against him, breathing him in like you would a lover. you're so entranced by his flushed lips and tender expression that you barely listen to what he's saying. "it's good that you're with hobi that day, though. keep you distracted a little, you know?"

"yeah," you hum, but it doesn't keep the sinking feeling out of your chest.

"i only brought it up because i wanted to cook for you that night," he smiles. "i'll make that pasta you like, we'll play some video games. it'll be fun."

you gaze up at jimin in that moment and you hear the words he won't say loud and clear: i don't want you to be alone. your affection for him surges and you think he can see it in your face, because he smiles back at you with a tenderness you don't see often. you shiver a little when he brushes some hair from your face, his touch lingering ever so slightly to the point where you think he just might kiss you. he doesn't, of course. he never has, and never will.

"that sounds perfect," you say finally, dropping your head back into his shoulder to hide your flushed face if anything. you wrap a tight arm around his middle, a silent thank you, and he resumes his cheek tucked against your head.

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the next day it rained.

the kind of rain that comes out of nowhere. one minute jungkook was flying down the road with all the windows down and namjoon hyung's playlist blasting and then the next it's pouring, the sound of raindrops hitting his truck so loud he thinks maybe it will leave a dent on the bonnet. jungkook's just glad he got his sunset pictures done and dusted before the downpour, because fuck if his photography degree didn't rest in the hands of the weather forecast at this point. he has enough time on his hands to consider squeezing in a smoke with namjoon before maybe heading out for the night or even seeing what yoongi hyung is up to, but all that goes flying out the window when jungkook sees you. again.

you. standing in the street in the pouring rain outside the post office like a fucking crazy person. you, with no coat, no umbrella, not even a jumper. it's like you've seen a ghost and you're too scared to walk through the door, or maybe you are the ghost. swerving into the curb in a haphazard park, jungkook doesn't know. all he knows is that if the rain doesn't sweep you away any minute now then the fucking pneumonia would.

"hey! noona, what are you doing?!" he screeches through the open window. you just stand there, dumbstruck. even when you finally hear jungkook's yelling, it’s like his voice slips through one ear and out the other. "hey! are you fucking insane? it's pouring!" jungkook shouts above the downfall. you still can't move. "____, get in the car!"

you probably wouldn't have if you hadn't looked up to see jungkook's face, twisted in disbelief and what also appears to be worry. cars honk at him from how badly he's parked, butt of the truck sticking out in the road. he stopped for you...

he stopped for you. so you get in the car.

"are you crazy?!" he asks again as he frantically rejoins the traffic while you fiddle with your seat belt, so sopping wet and freezing that you slip and slide with the buckle. jungkook helps you just like last time, reaching over to click you in before glancing back at your face. you're absolutely drenched, hands wrinkled and hair dripping, clothes soaked through to the bone. and even though you're shivering in the passenger seat with barely any semblance of sanity, your grip on the little blue envelope in your fist doesn't falter. "why the fuck were you just standing there?"

"i," you start, but the words freeze up. "i, um..."

jungkook eyes you like the mad person you most definitely are, and you don't blame him. you look mad. you feel mad. out of sorts, like your spirit is floating around your empty body and the only reason you can't hear her yelling is because the sound of the rain is drowning it out. your chest heaves, air not coming into your lungs fast enough, pulse pounding in your ears. "put on my hoodie," he snaps, gesturing to the seat behind yours. "do you see it, the red one?"

you twist in your seat after a shaky nod, clambering around before grabbing it and tugging it over your head as you're told. it's so big and soft, so warm and so...jungkook. your eyes flutter shut when you bury your nose into the fabric, breathing in the smell of him. fresh laundry, soap, the faintest cologne. and something unmissably sweet. you don't know why but your eyes suddenly brim with tears.

"hey," jungkook says nervously, not knowing how to handle this. "you okay?" another beat. "you gonna tell me why you were out in this goddamn monsoon, or?"

you finally turn your head to look at him, really look at him. silver bracelets glimmer from jungkook's wrists while he drives, his hair matted and sticking up at the back a little. his muscles are hard, you can see the bulge of his biceps. his jaw is sharp, his mouth pursed into a line unhappily, but his eyes are soft. his voice is soft. his hoodie is soft. "i was," you look down at the envelope. it's crumpled and sodden but you haven't let go of it. "i was going to post this. i mean, i wasn't. well, i might have, but..."

jungkook steals another glance because he still has no idea what the fuck is going on. "you couldn't have taken your indecisive ass inside the post office to do all that?" you go quiet again and jungkook's chest feels tighten for some reason. "what kind of letter is so important you'd get drenched for it?"

"it's not a letter," you mumble. then, louder, "it's not a letter, it's. it's a card."

"a card?" he frowns. "like a birthday card?"

you nod. it's hits you then, like a punch in the gut: the shame, the utter embarrassment of it all. of jungkook fishing you out of the rain like this so you don't catch a death wish of a cold, bundling you up in his car like a little kid who got lost. but that's what you feel like, a kid wandering around. a basket case with a birthday card. so it was no wonder your thoughts start to spew from your mouth like projectile vomit but in word form. "remember, um," you gulp, trying to reign in your racing mind. "remember i told you i had, uh, family issues?"

jungkook peers at you, eyeing the road nervously between pauses. "yeah..."

"well, um," you scratch your head, hair flat to your scalp from all the rain. you ruffle it, irritated. "long story short, it's that. like i know i showed you my sketchbook and let you watch me paint in the park and rush to draw flowers before they die but all that stuff is...it's the reason why i'm here. i love it, i love art and it's who i am but if i didn't i probably wouldn't have been caught out in the rain and you probably wouldn't have come found me and-"

he shakes his head. "woah, woah. you're not back tracking far enough, what are you talki-"

"my family," you gasp. "they're not like me. they're not like me at all, jungkook, but i tried to be like them. my mum's a brain surgeon and my dad's a chemical engineer and my sister's a physics professor in some fancy university and i was gonna be just like them. i was gonna throw out all my paint and charcoal and be medical biologist, but i couldn't do it. i tried so hard for so long, but. but i couldn't do it," you're faintly aware of the tears sliding down your cheeks. "why do you think i'm friends with jimin? or rather, that he's friends with me of all people? we met through mutuals and by the time i dropped out of my science degree he was the only one who would still talk to me. i would have been living out of my car for eight months if it wasn't for him."

"what?" he eyes you frantically. "what do you...?"

"my family renounced me. cut me out of their name, threw away all my stuff, kicked me out the house, removed me from their will. everything you can think of, they did it. they're smart after all." you start to laugh at how ridiculous it all was, even though you're crying, even though you're angry, even though you're conflicted. "we haven't spoken in years."

"wait, just wait a second," jungkook tries to keep up. "they disowned you because you decided to be who you are and not what they wanted? what kind of pathetic idiots would throw away their own kid over something like that?"

"because their reputation is everything," you sigh. "you don't get it, jungkook. the kind of name they made for themselves is some top dog shit. they publish papers and take part in groundbreaking research like it’s a hobby. for them to say that one their esteemed daughters dropped out of university because she wanted to be a painter or some shit is a disgrace to their reputation."

his mouth visibly upturns, like he's tasted something bad. "they're the ones who are the disgrace. god, what fucking assholes!"

"but maybe it's better to be an asshole than a dumb fuck," you wave the drenched envelope mockingly. "look at me! i stood outside in the rain because i couldn't decide if i wanted to post my dad a birthday card or not! they haven't spoken to me in years and i still send them a fucking card every birthday," you cover your forehead, embarrassed just from saying it out loud. "they probably set it on fire the second it gets passed the mailbox! they probably throw it straight in the trash and here i am, still sending it."

"but you didn't," he points out. "you still have it there in your hand, don't you? and it didn't exactly look like you were rushing to get inside when i saw you either."

"well yeah, because i think it finally hit me how stupid i am," you look down at your knees. "i just wanted them to know that i don't forget the important stuff. i'll never forget. if i don't post it today then my dad won't receive it on time for friday, and. god, why am i still calling him my dad when technically he's legally not even my relative anymo-" you wet your lips, shaking your head. "it's been years. it's been years. and they've never replied. the only one that's still holding onto this whole thing and getting hurt by it is me, so maybe...maybe it's time i end it. i've already moved on in every other way and this is the last thing that's left, the last tie i have with them, so...yeah."

you wait for it; the spiel of expletives that usually follows when you divulge your past. how your former family don't deserve you, how you should turn your back on them just as they did to you, how wrong they were and how much better off you are in the long run. all things that you whole-heartedly agreed with, if you didn't you wouldn't be here. but moving on isn't a straight line. forgetting isn't like waiting for a pin to drop.

"i can't believe you're related to such disgusting pieces of shit," jungkook starts, knuckles whitening against the steering wheel. it's the first time you regard him now that you've finished rambling, and you can finally see how livid he looks, his face pinched together angrily. "have they even seen your art, though? just because you aren't talented in the same thing they are you get thrown out? all those fucking degrees and scientific bullshit but they can't even see their children as people, what useless fucks," and then, out of nowhere, "do you want me to turn around?"

your head snaps up. "what?"

"the u turn is coming up," jungkook clarifies, looking over his shoulder to check his blind spot. you stare at him, wait for any indication that he's joking or just fucking with you. he takes your wary expression as hesitation. "i can go in and post it and you can just wait in the car, if you want."

"wh-what..?" you try again, unable to do anything but gawk at him.

jungkook regards your disbelief, sighing curtly. "look, my opinion about those pricks is just that - my opinion. at the end of the day it's your life not mine so i can't tell you to do shit. no one can. so if you want me to turn the car around to go and post that card for you, i will. i can't help you with the other stuff, but i can help you with that."

your eyes well up again, hands shaking like leaves. you hadn't even told jimin about the cards in order to avoid the scorn, and yet here was jungkook. a boy you had only met a handful of times ready to support a decision that even he didn't agree with. the feeling was as relieving as it was...foreign.

he wets his bottom lip while you blink away your tears hastily. "so?"

"no," you say finally. "no, it's okay."

he looks at you seriously. "are you sure?"

you nod. "yeah, i'm sure. could you just, um, take me to jimin's? i think seeing him will help me feel better."

jungkook nods, changing lanes for the new route. "does he know? about the cards, i mean?"

you shake your head with a tiny laugh. "no way, he'd flip a shit if i told him! you know how protective he is, he hates my family more than i do."

"well i'm not exactly far off at this point either," jungkook mutters, and you can't help but smile. it makes him smile too, the gripping feeling in his chest washing away at the sight of your shining teeth and dimpled cheeks. he likes the way you look in his big jumper, hair messy and eyes bright. out of all the sunset pictures he took today, he realises that none of them compare to you in his passenger seat right now. "do you think you'll say anything?"

"nah, there's no need," you pause thoughtfully. "he's making me dinner on friday. to get my mind off it all, you know? sometimes i really don't understand why he does all this for me, but..."

"he loves you," jungkook shrugs, and you can't help but wince like you've been pinched. "he said it himself, you're like family to him."

"really?" you chuckle. "what a sap."

"i told you. the nation's crybaby," jungkook smirks, pulling up outside jimin's place. he reaches out to touch your wrist when you go to remove his hoodie. "don't, you can keep it. don't look at me like that, i have like a hundred-"

"i'll wash it and bring it back to you," you take his hand before he can remove it. "thank you, jungkook."

"don't mention it," he starts, but you shake your head.

"not just for your hoodie," you say, the thrum of your heart suddenly in your ears again. you grip his wrist, tugging him over the console. it's like your body acts without your brain's permission because it's all over in a flash; jungkook's doe eyed face close to yours, your soft lips against his cheek in a short kiss.

his mouth is still hanging open slightly when you jump out his car and wave back cutely. he thinks maybe he imagined it, maybe he's about to wake up any second now. he's not sure why his palms are suddenly clammy and his heart is racing a mile a minute because lord knows getting his cheek kissed is the most innocent thing to take place in this truck, but he can't help it. the smell of you mixed with rain linger in the air and jungkook has to take a second to steady his hands on the wheel, fix his breathing like he's a fifteen year old who's never been within an inch of a girl before. for the first time in years, he panics. 

don't bite off more than you can chew, jimin had said. and suddenly jungkook hears it differently.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Nicki, I respect your artistic License but this is what the Chung Li Music video should have fuckin looked like.

I know Sugilite isn’t referenced but she did voice act her so...

All credit for the art to me. All credit for the character designs to Len Wein, Dave Cockrum, and the Amazing artists and actresses who expanded on the appearance of the character of Storm from X-Men, Rebecca Sugar and the Steven Universe team, and Akira Yasuda and the team of artists, programmers and writers behind the street fighter games. Credit to Onika “Nicki” Manaj for her lyrics and face used in the images also shout out to her plastic surgeon, you gave me a fuckin challenge to get these costumes to fit that unique silhouette. Onika ��Nicki” Manaj, Jeremy Reid, and Cash Money Records for the creation of the song Chun Li

all the reference pictures and backgrounds were ripped out of google images

I’ll copy paste the lyrics to the song below the cut in case you wanna comb through them for any nerd reference I missed. Let me know and I’ll draw you another one

Ay yo Look like I'm goin' for a swim Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim Bitch ain't comin' off the bench While I'm comin' off the court full drenched Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench This birds copy every word, every inch But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot Oh now she tryna be friends like I forgot Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he bite a rock

Ay yo I been on, bitch you been con Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialing Nicki, like the Prince song I been on, bitch you been con Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ay yo I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say 'Chung-Li' drop the Benz off

Oh I get it They paintin' me out to be the bad guy Well it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me

I went and copped the chopsticks Put it in my bun just to pop shit I'm always in the top shit Box seats bitch, fuck the gossip How many of them could've did it with finesse? Now everybody like, "she really is the best" You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest Bitch it's King Kong, yes it's King Kong Bitch it's King Kong, this is King Kong Chinese ink on, Siamese links on Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong Bitch it's King Kong, yes I'm King Kong This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong In my kingdom, with my Timbs on (How many championships?) What? Six rings on

They need rappers like me They need rappers like me So they can get on their fuckin' keyboards and make me, the bad guy Chun-Li

Ay yo I been on, bitch you been con Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialing Nicki, like the Prince song I been on, bitch you been con Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ay yo I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say 'Chung-Li' drop the Benz off

I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi Give me the password, to the fuckin' WiFi

[parkjmini]

bts as fuckboys

[a/n]: inspired by @sweetersuga  | original post: x i wrote it as the perspective that you’re already close friends w them/have been with them before !!

Seokjin

he’s the funny, sarcastic one where he could be kind of mean bc he takes it a lil far

“you’re such trash you sleep with every girl”

“at least I can get someone to sleep with me”

he flashes a smile in the hall bc he KnOws iT GeTs oN YouR NeRveS

“When’s my birthday”

“January 1st bc u set off my fireworks baby”

“i am disgusted”

piggy back rides on those goddamn strong broad set of shoulders ooffff

“I’ll call you, ya?”

He never calls u bc he probably forgot too busy improvin himself

you have a streak with him and all he sends are selfies with the caption “I hope your day is as beautiful as I am (:”

He catches you staring in class one day and he’s like “take a pic, it’ll last longer babe”

And omg he ACTUALLY TELLS YOU TO TAKE A PHOTO OF HIM

so now u have a gallery full of jin and he wont let u delete them bc he thinks they’re all masterpieces you do too but youd never admit it

the only fuckboy that’s tolerable bc he’s rlly just a big goof 

“why don’t you ever have sleeves on your shirt jin”

“these shoulders are on display, honey, can’t cover up the jewels”

he’s kind of obnoxiously loud that u want to shove ur fist into his mouth to sh u t  him uP 

“dude, jimin’s hot”

“okay but so am i ??”

“ok ya youre really hot but so is jimin”

“jiMIN (Y/N) THINKS YOU’RE—-”

“–ANNOYING THANKS SEOKJIN PLS SHUT UP WHY R U STILL TALKING WOW”

“just trying to get my baby some more dick jeEZ”

Yoongi

“hey yoongs why dont we go on a date??”

“uuhhhhhh since when were we dating? lmao dont trip” 

gets a new number every 2 months bc he loves fucking w them crazy bitches too much

“sometimes you need to mess around with the ones who can bite off your dick, being risky is hot (-;”

“BEinG riSkY iS hOt ya u wont have a penis anymore at the rate you’re going”

kind of smells like a mixture of alcohol and cologne 

hand-on-ass-when-he-hugs

“let’s play a game, if u lose u have to take off ur clothes, if i lose u have to take off ur clothes”

“wait but yours stay on ?? wtf yoongi??”

“no mine will come off right after i see u naked (;”

the one to play with the ends of your skirt/dress/shirt bc it gets u so flustered and he lives seeing u flustered 

straight up Arrogantᵀᴹ at times its hot but ur so annoyed by it that u wanna knock some sense into him

wont ask for nudes but will ask to see some goods

“can i see ur tits”

“for the 4039th time, no”

“well, a man can try”

SMIRKY MC SMIRKY HERE like it just comes OUT of NOWHERE and it is OUT to ATTAC 

u dont have a snap streak w him bc it always breaks bc he replies every 3 years bc he was “busy”

but he’s always the fourth person to like your instagram posts???????

and to comment the water droplet/eye/tongue emoji combo ????

loves when u swat his hands away from gripping your thigh 

Hoseok

(i wanted to use this gif but it was so big and rectangle and didnt fit but u need to see that gif to really take in the fuckboy bc i cannot find a representation as accurate as that gif is)

always greeting you whenever he sees you

“hey babygirl”

“hoseok we just saw each other in chemistry”

“ok and????? can’t i say hi to my baby?”

“but im not”

“lmao every girl is my baby”

raises his eyebrows any time you fix your dress or your shirt

asks to borrow a pencil and never returns it

“where is my pencil hoseok”

“where is my kiss (y/n)”

“we didnt agree to that”

“well i didnt agree to give it back”

“dO u NoT kNOW whAT BoRRoW meANS”

loves to share so he shares a lot of his snacks with u

“omg i love snacks!!”

“oh baby me too” and trust me, he’s not talking about the food

has the brightest, kindest smile so it catches you off guard when he says some snarky fuckboy comment

loves physical contact !!!!! always has a hand on your back, or shoulder, or thigh, or hand, or arm

lip LICKING PARDON ME HIS TONGUE IS UNCONTROLLABLE

lets you wear his hats/jackets/hoodies bc he thinks youre sooo cute in his clothes

he walks around school with his hands in his pockets like a doUCHEBAG

catches you off guard by spinning you around with his arm around your waist 

uses the line “im a dancer” to get girls what an eyeroll

the type to drag you onto the middle of the dance floor at a club just so he could show off his skillz which are actually super bomb like even ur impress and uve seen them 308443 times

he got that sweatpants dick print 

Namjoon

changes his contact name to Daddy on your phone

Mr. Ass Man he loves ass ASS ASS ASS SO MUCH ASS BIGGEST ASS LOVER

“oh shit did you see her ass”

“look here bootylover123 stfu”

winks at you a lot in the halls 

“do you have a fucking eye problem namjoon”

“its a wink” 

“u do it so much that im beginning to think youre eye is having a spasm 

lets you copy his homework if he got a hug in return

the type to comment a peach emoji on your instagram photos even if there is no butt involved

loves when you sit on his lap 

one time there weren’t enough seats on the bus and he patted his leg for you to sit

“i know you hate standing (y/n), take a seat itll be fine”

“why can’t u be a gentleman and give up your seat for me?”

*alMOST CHOkES from LAUGHING* “me???!!! a gentleman??? wow u expect too much, just sit your big ass down on daddy’s lap or suffer standing”

buys you lunch bc he loves showing off his e x p e n s i v e w a l l e t 

he could go from having a full blown brilliant monologue as to why he exists to giggling about how your moles r arranged into the shape of a penis 

calls girls mami or ma 

asks for ass pics at like 1:32 AM 

and u send him pictures of ur elbow crease 

and he actually thinks its ur butt

BLASTS baby makin music from his car and causes a public disturbance 

has the highest count of broken beds, not bc of a high body count, but bc he actually breaks the bed everytime he sleeps w someone

Jimin

spaces out when ur wearing a low cut top bc hes too busy staring at ur cleavage 

his streak snaps are either mirror pics, his abs, mirror pic of his abs, and occasional dick pics

“wanna play 20 questions (;”

“we’ve played 20 questions like 20 times already”

“ok gr8 ill start first: will u let me hit it from the back??”

offers to netflix and chill all the time and it sux bc he actually knows all ur fav shows

ok let me reiterate, jimin knows all ur favorite anythings bc he listens to u 75% of the time bc he thinks ur voice is sexy 

will never fail to compliment you when u look good 

“damn baby, is this all for me????”

“no i just dont want to look like a hobo today”

gets super jealous when any other guys speak to u even tho hes piping down like 8 other girls 

“jimin they’re my frIENDS ur not even my bf why u tripping”

“they arent acting like theyre ur friends. i know fuckboy behavior when i see it (y/n) its my occupation, i do the same shit w girls”

“thats good then, someone else wants me too”

“not good bc ur HOT ASS IS MINE )-:”

youre saved as #1 babygirl on his phone no objections

walks into class with a new hickey in a new place every day 

he has SEX EYES u could never look him directly in the eyes bc theyre so captivating 

fucking walks like an arrogant prick down the hall and whistles when u pass 

brags about his big dick when its honestly not as exaggerated as he says 

has a picture of you in one of his shirts as his homescreen wallpaper 

Taehyung

“i wont show anyone, im not messed up like that” yea be careful w this one honey, pretty sure jungkook, hobi, yoongs, namjoon all know how ur tits look like

has the perfect innocent face where u have no idea that he’s fucking 4 other girls

always responds after 12 am and calls u at 3 am 

“tae im fucking sleeping”

“damn thats hot what else u doin??”

“hanging up on u goodbye im going to block ur number”

“pls don-”

uses the line, “i just dont think we’re compatible” on E V Ery GIRL 

offers to hangout but never follows up with it bc he’s never seen out in public with a girl unless its his momma 

“jasmine is telling everyone you gave her chlamydia, u get checked bro??”

“dont worry about it”

body count means a lot to him 

loves hugs bc he likes feeling boobs squished against him

sometimes INTENTIONALLY lowers his voice bc he KNOWS ur into that shit 

thinks youre playing hard to get when rlly u just dont care lol

“i know u want all of this, (y/n)”

“i think ur mistaken”

“right bc i want all of u (:” 

“ya tae let’s not get ur feelings mixed w mine ok thx u”

NO SUCH THING AS PERSONAL SPACE the boy is a koala and will latch onto u 

Jungkook

the biggest fuckboy of them all

has slept w almost every girl in the school and is v proud of it

“what’s your name again”

“rlly jungCOCK” 

“ok (y/n) i know ur fkcing name so can u learn mine”

u dont think he’s ever had a gf b4 bc he doesnt believe in labels OR commitment which hes pretty vocal abt 

unlike jimin, he doesnt own up to his dick pics and swears that they were “”accidents””

SCrEENsHOTS! but ur smart so ur face is NEVER in ur pics

“who’s boobs r on ur phone kook”

“yours”

“you WOULDNT DARE”

“i dont have photogenic memory (y/n) i wanted to remember those cuties without a shirt on (;”

looks too fucking good w a fresh cut that u need to avoid him in the halls or ull melt to goo

only owns white tees and timbs lmao hahahaha 

smirks when you bend down to pick something up 

that or he yells, “one more time, babe!”

“wat u doin”

“showering”

“without me!!1???” 

he’s on tinder too so once he’s done with the sampling pool at school, he can broaden his horizons 

a car enthusiast and will get offended if u dont think his rims r cool

thinks youre really hot when you yell at him or hurt his feelings 

youre his prized possession bc he actually likes talking to u but will never admit it 

has a specific nickname for u that he doesnt call his other girls bc its YOURS !! 

“hey cutie”

“hey jungCOCK”

hates the nickname jungCOCK 

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

How To Get A Girl Off 101 {Taekook || Kim Taehyung + Jeon Jungkook} ~Naughty November~

Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || Smut Game 3 || Smut Game 4 || Smut Game 5 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist || Monsta X Masterlist

Prompt: Y/N decides to teach her boyfriend’s inexperienced friend the ropes of getting a girl off~

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 4.5k

Warning: dp, oral, anal play

**I was going to make Taehyung the inexperienced one but the thought of inexperience Jungkook is too much for me too handle and I need it in my life, if you do want me to make a vice versa smut with an inexperience Taehyung...make sure to let me know!**

"Look at him," Taehyung sighed, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes focused on the flustered Jungkook. Taehyung had brought his younger friend to his frat house's party in hopes to get him laid but as he watched Jungkook attempt and fail at talking to a girl he had even talked to before sending Jungkook her way he sighed, looking over at his giggling girlfriend.

"Leave the poor boy alone, it'll come to him when it comes to him," You pluck Taehyung's cup from his hands, sitting on his lap. You lean against the arm of the chair he had sat in, taking a sip from the cup. "Fuck that's strong." He chuckles taking the cup back from you, finishing the dark brown liquid. Both of you turn back toward Jungkook just to find the girl storming away, Jungkook looking sad as he did nothing but watch her storm away. "I wonder what he did." Taehyung sighed,

"I need another drink," He patted your thigh and so you stood up, Jungkook finally spotting the two of you. Jungkook went to go explain himself to Taehyung but Taehyung held his hand up, "I saw," He walked toward the table of drinks, grabbing two and handing them to you and Jungkook and then taking one for himself. "Jungkook...dude, what did you say to her?"

"I just asked her if she wanted to go back to my place..." Jungkook started, his cheeks burning red under your stare. "I led her on like you told me to," He turns, feeling his body heat up being so close to you.

"Out of every girl, I thought you'd be the most comfortable around me," You pout, slugging an arm around his shoulders, "I mean we have known each other for years,"

"Okay, so I led her on like you told me too..." Jungkook repeats, your arm feeling like a thousand pounds on his shoulders. "And she was into it, she even asked me to do what and then so I panicked and said to go play overwatch!" Jungkook cried out the last part, hanging his head in his hands. Taehyung hit the younger boy in the back of the head and you narrowed your eyes at him, mouthing for him to leave him alone.

"It's okay Kookie, it could happen to anyone. When Taehyung tried to pick me up he failed so badly, it was honestly hilarious." Jungkook can't help but laugh, lifting his head looking at the fuming Taehyung.

"You're not supposed to tell anyone that." Jungkook laughs even harder,

"Okay, so let's try again, see that girl over there?" You point to your right, there stood a good friend of yours, she was single and looking to mingle. "Her name is Bekah, she's single and looking for someone, go give it a try." You give Jungkook an assuring smile before pushing him off in the direction of your friend.

"You just sent that boy to his doom." You roll your eyes and hit Taehyung on the back of his head as he had done with Jungkook the both of you turning to watch just how smooth the younger boy was.

Jungkook shyly approached her, wearing his infamous bunny grin. "H-hi I'm Jungkook." He stuck his hand out for her to shake and she did, returning his hopeful smile. Jungkook took this as a good sign but little did he know.

"I'm Bekah nice to meet you," Jungkook grabbed two cups from the nearest table of drinks handing her one,

"Hears to hellos," She smiled and clinked the plastic cup with his,

"See it looks to be going well," You scoffed at Taehyung's lack of trust in his friend.

"So how are you?" Jungkook asked, feeling a little more confident now that she had engaged in conversation with him.

"I'm good, a little tired but I'm good," She looked at his lips, then into his wide, doe eyes, smirking at the innocent that filled the brown orbs. "I was actually just thinking about calling an Uber home," She moved in closer to him and Taehyung shot up, his eyes widening,

"Wait! By looking for someone did you mean someone to take home?" You nod, confused by his sudden explosion. "Oh my god, Jungkook is the biggest virgin if I ever saw one, if that conversation takes a turn like that he's not going to know how to handle it." Taehyung couldn't let his friend suffer any further embarrassment and so he left your side to hurry to Jungkook's rescue. Taehyung wrapped his hand around Jungkook's bicep, apologized to your friend making up some sorry excuse for an excuse before dragging the younger boy back to the corner you were sitting in.

"Well, what'd you do that for? Everything was going so well!" Jungkook protested, his cup still in his right hand. "I like she really likes me,"

"Jungkook if a girl asked you to talk dirty to her what would you say?" You tried Taehyung's statement on for size just to see if he was really the biggest virgin there ever was.

"I don't know...what do you say in situations like that? I mean I've watched a few...erm, that doesn't matter!" He slams his cup down, crossing his arms, pouting like a child.

"He gets flustered at the mention of porn!" Taehyung threw his arms over his head, "I don't know what to do with him, I just don't know what to do with him." You looked at Jungkook's flustered form, before grabbing Taehyung's collar, pulling his ear to your lips.

"Bring him by my dorm tomorrow around 1, Jesse is going to be gone until four so we'll have the dorm to ourselves..." You stopped, hoping he'd get what you were hinting at.

"What is bringing-" He starts out loud before his eyes widen in realization. "You're not seriously considering what I think you're considering are you?" You nod,

"I'm the best girl to practice on, plus you'll be there to guide him." You turn Taehyung's head so the both of you are facing Jungkook, his feature contorted in confusion. "Look at him, he needs us,"

"What do I need you to do exactly?"

"Look, just come by my dorm at one tomorrow and you'll see." You turn Taehyung's head so you're facing each other. "I've got to go or Rach is going to kill me for missing headcount. I love you," You give him a quick peck and try to get away but he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. His tongue laps at your lips and you part them, moaning into his mouth as his hands drop to grope your ass.

"You guys are seriously going to do this? Like right here? Like right in front of you." You pull away, your breathing growing a little heavy. You silently scold Taehyung, swatting at his chest.

"I love you," You repeat, stealing another kiss, "I'll see you two tomorrow, be ready." You point to the both of them before walking away.

"Why does she want us at her dorm tomorrow hyung?" Jungkook asks, his eyes following you out of the frat house.

"She wants me to teach you how to get a girl off, or something along those lines," Taehyung says nothing else, turning on his heel, ready to settle down as well. Jungkook just stands in the same spot, frozen.

"Hyung? Hyung you're not serious are you?" Jungkook turns to badge Taehyung with more questions but he was already gone. "Oh my god, I'm going to die."

Jungkook sighed, fingers shaking as they skimmed through his wardrobe. He didn't understand was he was having such a hard time, most of his shirts were white, with the occasional speck of color here and there. "Would you hurry the hell up?" Taehyugn sighed, replying back to your message as he sat at the foot of Jungkook's bed, waiting for the boy to pick a damn outfit, which he had been doing for the last ten minutes Taehyung had been there. "You're going to have sex with my girlfriend, you're going to take your clothes off. You do not need to impress her in any way, shape or form, she's still mine!" Jungkook rolled his eyes at Taehyung's repeated words, finally grabbing a black t-shirt to match the gray sweats he had pulled on before Taehyung knocked on his door. "Don't even try and pretend you own anything but Timberlands, throw on a pair of damn shoes so we can go!" Jungkook giggled at Taehyung's sudden outburst, tugging on some socks and then tugging on some Timbs.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"It's about time! It's almost one and my baby doesn't like to wait around."

Taehyung opens your dorm door with the spare key you had given him in case of emergencies. "Y/N?" He called out, throwing his jacket on the couch. The best thing about the college you all attended was that the dorms were more like apartments, so very big and spacious. You don't respond, scrambling for some finishing touches to your 'not trying but totally trying' look before poking your head out of your room.

"In here." You fling the door open, allowing Jungkook and Taehyung to file in. Your room had black curtains so despite it being a bright and sunny shining day it looked like the sun was just setting. You had a gray beanbag chair in the corner, a laptop desk on the opposite side of the room and your bed placed in the middle, your duvet and sheet set matching your curtains. "Hello," You waved to the boys, "So, Jungkook you do understand why you are here, correct?" He nods, eyes avoiding yours. "Goodie. Taehyung, for now, I just want you to sit in my desk chair and watch, feel free to critique anything he's doing but not based on what you know I like." Taehyung plops down in the chair, crossing his arms as he watches Jungkook grow flustered before you once again. "It's okay Jungkook, for the both of us to enjoy this I need you to relax, can you relax?" You moved behind him, your hands coming up to massage his tensed shoulders.

"To be fair babe that outfit may be the reason he's so tense," You had thrown on a pair of your candied valet shorts, the black ones with a white bralette on.

"Is that it Jungkook?" You whisper, moving your hands down his sides, pressing your chest against his back. "Is my outfit the reason you're so flustered?"

"Yes!" Jungkook squeaks, hanging his head at the crack in his voice.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you." You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair, you give it a sharp tug exposing his neck. He lets out a soft whimper and you press your thighs together, letting his hair go. "Lay on the bed for me, back against the headboard." Jungkook immediately sprung into action, sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, waiting for your next move. You slowly dipped onto the mattress, eyes dark and serious as they trained on Jungkook's wide eyes. You slowly crawled up the bed until you were straddling Jungkook's lap and sat straight on his cock. His eyes fluttered shut and he bucked his hips into yours, his bulge poking your core. "Awe! He's already hard as a rock Tae," Your hands cup Jungkook's cheeks, eyes focusing on his lips, "Do you trust me Jungkook?"

"Yes," Without another word you slam your lips against his. You figure he's not going to make the first move so you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly parts his lips, allowing your tongue to barge into his mouth. He's just as eager to find your tongue with his, his quiet moans spilling into your mouth. He doesn't know what to do with his hands and Taehyung can tell as he moves them to grab your waist but drops them within an inch of the skin.

"Some girls like it when you get a little rough Jungkook, they like it when you take charge," Taehyung sat back into the chair, taking heed to your words, relaxing so he could enjoy the experiment as well. Taehyung made sure to make it seem as if he wasn't talking about you in his previous statement, but you knew better. Jungkook took his hyung's advice and roughly gripped your hips, nails digging into the shorts. Jungkook pulled away from the kiss, letting his head fell back against the headboard. "Okay," Taehyung chuckles once he notices Jungkook isn't moving, the younger male waiting for instruction from either of you.

"You know about foreplay right Kook?" He nods, his grip still tight on your hips. "Good," You husk, rolling your hips down into his. "That's a form of foreplay," You roll your hips down into his again, "You know what it's for right?" He nods once more, "I want you to use your words Kookie, tell me what foreplay is for."

"Foreplay is preparations for the actual fucking...right?"

"Good boy!" Jungkook didn't know why but you calling him a good boy sent blood straight to his cock and he felt his cock grow impossibly harder. "Oh, looks like you like that name. Kookie?" He hums in response his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in the pleasure of your hips rolling against his. "Are you going to be my good boy tonight, listen to everything I tell you and get me off?" He nods, eyes snapping open,

"Everything, such a good boy for you..." You stop your hips and climb off of him, "Wait? What? Why?" He looks over at you as you get comfortable against the pillows. You look at Taehyung, both of the men confused by your actions.

"I'm sure you know there are many forms of foreplay, I want you to get me prepped for the actual fucking," You tease him with a playful smirk, "By eating me out," You spread your legs and both of their eyes widen,

"I've never done that before," He admits, hanging his head,

"It's okay Kookie that's what me and Taehyung are here for, we're going to guide you through your first time and if anything feels uncomfortable the safe word is Hawaii, okay?" He nods, sparing a quick glance to Taehyung who had moved closer to the bed, now sitting to your side, still in the desk chair. Jungkook moves in-between your legs, laying on his belly his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. "Okay, I want you to just do what first right, 'kay?" He nods and takes a deep breath. He hooks his index fingers in the hem of your shorts and asks you to hold your legs straight in the air. He takes them off without having to move much before he's moving a foot to each side of his body again. Your core is glistening with want and he doesn't even know where to start honestly. He remembers a porn he watched the other night, one of the best eating out scenes he had ever seen and so he starts out how they had started out, his mouth attaching to your clit. His eyes are filled with lust and worry when he looks up at you. He slowly begins to suck and you gasp, hips rolling into his mouth. He's not too naive to think he's hurt you when you gasp and he takes your noise of pleasure as a confident booster. He allows himself to suck a little harsher, his hands coming up to grip your thighs, holding them apart as they shook, threatening to close around his head. Taehyung was proud of his younger friend, he actually knew a few things, more things than Taehyung gave him credit for.

"Okay, Kook don't be afraid to use a little teeth when you're sucking on a girl's clit." Taehyung leans over, eyes focused on Jungkook's mouth attached to your pussy. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, letting his teeth graze the nub. "Good, good, now although the clit is the main stimulator, you're going to want to focus on other parts of the vagina as well. I want you to stick one finger into her, just one." Jungkook moves his hand from your left thigh and slowly pushes his middle finger into your sopping pussy, his lips curling into that infamous smirk when he realizes how wet you are for him. "Okay, I'm hoping you're aware of girl's g-spots...you do know what a g-spot is right Kook?" He nods, he had overheard some of his more experienced friends talking about it. "Okay, curl your finger, try to find Y/N's, and trust me, you'll know when you find her's." You flip Taehyung off, looking down your nose at Jungkook, thinking of how unflattering you must look from this position. Jungkook's finger poked and prodded and the poor child could not find your damn g-spot until low and behold, your back arched off the bed, thighs snapping around his head. "I told you,:" Taehyung pries your legs open, freeing the flabbergasted boy. "You've scarred him for life," Taehyung shakes his head, playfully chuckling. Jungkook just laid, frozen, utterly shocked one spot could make you react like that. "Well that's only part of the way to make her cum, as I said earlier clit stimulation is the main key, it's how to truly get a girl off all the other stuff is just to make her feel really good." Jungkook reconnects his mouth with your clit, testing the waters by flattening his tongue and swiping it back and forth over your clit.

"Fuck you are very talented with your tongue for a virgin!" Your lips pull into a tight line and wanting to fuel Jungkook's ego you don't resist the urge to eagerly roll your hips into his awaiting mouth.

"You see how eager she is? This means she's close, it also means she sensitive to touches." Taehyung wants to prove his point and pulls up your bralette, softly circling your nipple with his fingers.

"Fuck!" You grab Taehyung's wrist, throwing it away from your body.

"Okay, okay," You move both your hands to grip Jungkook's hair, pushing him closer to your core, your begin to spasm, uncontrollably rolling your hips into his mouth, so fucking close, right there on the edge. "My only question is....do we both get to fuck you at the same time?" Jungkook's eyes widen at that, that would be so hot, he thinks and he can't help himself when he begins to roll his own hips into the mattress-relieving some of the built-up tension. "The thought seems to excite Jungkook, he's began to hump the bed," You look down to notice his hips subtly moving, his cock rubbing against the bed and it's enough to throw you over the edge. "There she goes." Taehyung clamps his hand over your mouth, just for a second forgetting your roommate wasn't home. Once he doesn't realize this he removes his hand, letting Jungkook bask in your noises of thanks for the intense orgasm. "You even made her toes curl." Jungkook removes his one finger and 'cleans his plate' he had seen a few memes about it on social media and looked up the term on Urban Dictionary, finding it amusing really. He let his tongue run up and down your slit, even dips his tongue into your entrance a few times before he pulls away, sitting back on his haunches. By your fucked out and tired form he can tell he's done well but being the perfectionist he is, he needs to hear you say it.

"So, how'd I do?" Taehyung narrows his eyes, you flammed the boy's ego just a little too much.

"Fuck amazing." You reach up and pull him over top of you by the collar of his shirt, reconnecting your lips. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips and let your other hand grip his right asscheek, using your grip to bring him closer so you could grind you bare, wet cunt along his bulge. "I'm thinking we should take Taehyung up on his offer of two cocks at a time, don't you think?" Jungkook eagerly nods and Taehyung smiles cheekily, reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand, pulling out two condoms and a bottle of lube.

"She has this thing about protection, I hope you can fit a large/XL," Taehyung mutters as he tosses the condom to Jungkook who had just sat back on his haunches, his form still between your opened legs. "Since you are the virgin, I will let you pick which hole."

"I want her pussy," Jungkook smiles, he remembered how tight you were around his finger and he was dying to feel how you'd feel wrapped around his thick cock. Jungkook stood up, standing next to Taehyung at the foot of the bed, both of them quickly stripping. You stand up as well, discarding the bralette and to let Jungkook take his position on the bed. He and Taehyung were around the same size, Taehyung having just a couple inches on him but he made it up in girth, you were literally about to be torn apart and your mouth was watering at the thought of it. Jungkook rolled his condom on and watched with an excited look as you straddled his waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to turn-" Jungkook cut your sentence short by slamming up into you. "You little shit," You gasp at the feeling of his long, thick cock suddenly filling your tight pussy. You lean over his form, already too weak to do anything but. Jungkook's hands find your ass and he spreads your cheeks so his hyung can see your puckered hole and also see how your pussy was swallowing his cock as he slowly pulled you up and down his cock. Taehyung grunts, rolling on his own condom, kneeling on the bed behind you. He lubes up his index and middle fingers, the two of you did anal so much it was honestly ridiculous-you let him take your anal virginity before your pussy. He pushes the two fingers into your accepting hole, jaw slacking at how you swallowing them. He twists and pushes them in and out of your ass, lubing up his third finger, pushing it into your ass as well. Jungkook had stopped fucking you onto him out of courtesy, allowing Taehyung to fully prep you. Taehyung goes for a fourth finger, letting you fuck yourself back onto them, another sign for him that you were ready for his cock.

"Look at you, you can't wait for us to fuck you." Taehyung grabs the base of his cock and pushed into your still tight asshole, a deep groan rumbling from his chest at the feeling. He begins to move, slowly for his own sake of not cumming too soon. Jungkook's hands move from your ass to your hips as he let you and Taehyung take over again. You weren't doing much, just pushing onto the two man, pulling away from Jungkook to push back onto Taehyung and vice versa. Both of them were ready to lose their minds and cum already and they felt like adolescent boys, ready to cum so soon. They held out though just so you could get your orgasm. Taehyung reached in-between your legs, fingers quickly finding your still sensitive clit. He rubbed slow circles on them, not wanting you to cum too soon because then he would too, that was the power that came with rubbing the clit. Jungkook had grown impatient and apparently a pair of balls because he gripped your ass again and begin to roughly fuck you onto both him and Taehyung's cock. Your lips were right next to his ear and he was being fed every delicious moan you gave off from the feeling of being filled with two cocks. Neither of them gave a fuck about a pace or a pattern or a rhythm as they each picked up their own. Taehyung's was still more on the slow side while Jungkook decided to begin fucking up into you not to ruin Taehyung's fun.

"Oh god, oh god yes," Jungkook whimpered and his moans were so soft and delicate compared to Taehyung's deeper one's it pushed you over the edge whether Taehyung wanted you to go or not. You clamped down onto his shoulder, slamming your ass back into the both of them to finalize your orgasm. Although Taehyung wore the condom he hated cumming in them so he pulled out of you, moved from behind you, hurriedly pulled the condom off and came over your face, some of it even getting onto Jungkook's chest.

"Fuck....fuck.....fuck." Taehyugn groaned, stroking his cock to milk himself dry over your face.

"You look so pretty covered in cum," Jungkook giggled, his cheeks heating up as he grew flustered again.

"Your cock is literally still inside of me and you're blushing?" You shake your head, moving from over him. "We have leftovers in the fridge if anyone's hungry. Taehyung rushes off not listening to the rest of what you had to say. "So, Jungkook did my lesson help in any way?" Jungkook stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly nodding his head. He didn't care that your face was literally painted with cum, he grabbed your chin and connected your lips. He was bold enough to swipe his tongue over your bottom lip and you parted your lips allowing his tongue to barge into your mouth this time, your tongue clashing. He doesn't let the kiss go on for too long, pulling away when he hears Taehyung walking back into the room.

"It did...very much so...but there's only one girl I want now and that's you."

[monstaexeu]

Wait? What did you say?

Angry kihyun fluff for @bethbethh24 This took me three tries but I hope you like it. Kinks- thigh riding dirty talk and touch sex. In which kihyun and y/n hate each other until one single phrase slips. Word count 3398. Gif not mine credit two owner. ——————— It was Monday morning and I have been dreading and anticipating today for almost two months. Today was the day I started my job as a fashion designer at my best friends entertainment company. The only downside is Yoo Kihyun, he’s my best friend’s band mate and he doesn’t like me and I don’t know why. I know he’s going to be really mean the whole time I work there but it’s so worth it. I’ll finally get to see Hoseok more than on FaceTime. I miss my best friend a lot. I hop out of bed taking a quick shower and throwing on a pretty yetcomfy shirt and patterned leggings. As I am starting on my makeup, my phone dings. I smile as I see a message from Hoseok. “Hey y/n I can’t wait to see you today! I’m waiting and the guys are as well! Byeeee! I laugh, starting on my makeup again. After 25 minutes and some choice words I look decent and decide that it’s good enough. I throw on my black timbs to accent my look and grab an apple as I head out of my apartment. I jog down the steps skipping the last three almost falling in the process. Classic clumsy me I guess. I walk towards a street to catch a taxi. Just as I’m about to hail one, a black car pulls up next to me. I step further back ready to run as a tall man in an all black suit comes out. “Y/F/N Y/L/N?” He asks looking at me pointedly. “Um yes?” I ask stepping back a bit ready to run if need be. He leans and opens the door to the back of the car. “My name is Jae I will be driving you to starship entertainment by requests of Wonho. Please get in we don’t want you to be late on your first day?” He says giving me a smile. I smile back and get in before calling wonho to make sure this is legit. He picks up relatively quickly. “Wonho oppa why did you send a car for me? I was going to take a cab” I say rolling down a window. “Well because I wanted to and because there’s a lot of traffic and Jae knows how to get around it. So you’ll get here sooner” he says obviously smiling. “Okay thank you but next time warn me I thought he was going to hurt me at first he looked so serious.” I say glancing up at Jae who has a smile on his face. “Haha yeah sorry about that. Hey I’ve gotta go I’ll see you when you get here. Yeah?” He says quickly. “Of course” I say back before hanging up. I start to play a game on my phone. But before I could even finish one level, Jae is putting the car in park and telling me that we have arrived. I push open my door and thank Jae as I grab my bag and hurry to the front steps. As I walk in I hear music faintly down the hall. I go up to the front desk sign in and tell her I need to speak to Monsta x’s manager, Mr.Yoon Hongshik. She tells me I have to sit and wait for a few. I bow before walking to go take a seat. I shoot Hoseok a quick text letting him know I’m here. Next thing I know I hear a bunch of yells and then a lot of feet. “Y/N!!!!!!!!” Is all I hear before I’m picked up and smooshed by my best friends much bigger muscular body with five other guys trying to hug me through him. “Ahhhh y/n I missed you how have you been” and other greetings are heard among the other members as I hug them all. For the next ten or so minutes we are all catching up and messing around, then I notice there was one missing. “Hey guys where’s kihyun?” I ask them all “Oh he’s pouting in the practice room” minhyuk says giggling. “Ugh I still don’t know why he’s so mean to me, I know he doesn’t like me but still.” I say frowning. “Maybe he’ll come around y/n you never know.” Shownu says patting my shoulder. “Haha thanks appa bear” I say using the nickname the boys gave him making him blush and smile. I was about to say something else before a small girl comes and calls my name. “See you guys later”. I say standing up and starting to walk away “ Y/N!!!!!! You should meet up with us for lunch!!!!” Jooheon says as I walk away. “I’ll try text me details!” I say as I turn the corner. For the next few hours I was meeting people and getting to know my way around starship entertainment. I also get the lucky chance of meeting SISTAR who are like my fashion idols omg. By the time 1:45 came around I was starving and couldn’t wait to meet up and grab food with the boys. I pull my phone out of my bag and see that jooheon sent me the address for a barbecue place in a more rural part of Seoul. I hail a cab and tell him the address and pretty soon we’re pulling up to a fairly small place with the name 진국 (jingook) in really pretty lettering above the doors. I pay the driver and hurry inside. As I walk in, I’m stopped by an older lady who I assume is the manager. “I’m sorry but we are having a private dinner you’ll have to leave” she says sternly. “I’m sorry, my friend must have sent me the wrong address, I’ll be leaving now” I say bowing respectfully afterwards before starting to make my way outside. Before I even make it out the door, someone grabs my arm. “Y/n why are you leaving?” Hoseok says. “The manager said I had to leave and I didn’t want to be disrespectful.” I state quietly kinda shy now. “Jooheon must not have told her you were coming, come on you look starved. We’ve got steakeu!!” He says excitedly pulling me with him. I laugh as I follow him inside. As soon as the guys see me they all jump up to greet me. I’m passed from one pair of arms to another. When I finally sit down I notice that kihyun is staring his plate down almost like he’s mad at it. “Hi kihyun” I say trying to be polite. I’ve always had a thing for kihyun but he doesn’t like me. He looks up at me. I’m shocked when he gives me a warm smile. “Hi y/n” he says before looking back down. I roll my eyes and just let it go seeing as though he was being sarcastic. I’m sitting between jooheon and hyungwon and I could barely keep,from laughing the whole time. Eventually hyungwon says something about kihyun’s height and I burst into hysterical laughter. Kihyun gets up and storms off making me stop abruptly. I sigh before wiping my mouth and standing up. “I’ll go find him and apologize.” I say bowing slightly, excusing myself. I go in the direction he went. After walking out the back door I see him leaning up against a wall. When he sees me, he rolls his eyes and starts to walk away. “Kihyun! Wait! please!” I say going after him. He stops and turns around. “What do you want y/n!?! Wanna make fun of my height some more!?!? I get enough of that from hyungwon and shownu so don’t bother! Leave me the hell alone” he says as my eyes fill with tears. “Kihyun why do you hate me so much” I barely get out. My throat thick form wanting to cry. His eyes soften when he sees me ready to cry. “Y/n I don’t hate you.” “Then why do you treat me like you do? Why do you always ignore me? What did I do to you kihyun.” I say tears slipping down my cheeks. “You make me so mad. Because you confuse me. I’ve liked your stubborn ass for a while but you don’t like me so I get upset when I see you because you’ll never like me the way I like you!” He practically screams. My hand flies to my mouth. “D-did you j-ust confess kihyun?” I say in shock. His eyes widen in realization. He face palms, groaning “fuck!” Is all he says. “Kihyun?” I say stepping closer to him. He looks at me with doe eyes. I throw all caution to the wind and lean over and press my lips to his. It takes him a second to respond but he quickly wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me closer pressing a hand to my neck so he can deepen the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as he groans against my lips. He grabs my ass making me gasp giving him a chance to slip his tongue in my mouth and explore. He groans before pushing me against the wall. Just as we start to get a little too into it the boys all walk out. “FINALLY!!” Jooheon, hyungwon and changkyun all scream at the same time, making me and kihyun separate quickly. I wipe my mouth but when I look at Kihyun he has lipstick smeared all over his mouth making me giggle. He wipes his mouth quickly. “Noona are you two finally dating?!?!?” Changkyun asks jumping up and down. I look over at kihyun. He smiles before pulling me to his side. “ Yes we are dating and I’m hungry so let’s go finish eating.” He pulls with with him inside. As we sit down he leans over a whispers in my ear “we’re gonna finish what we started later” I shudder at the thought making him chuckle before laying his hand on my thigh as we start eating again. A few hours later. “Yes sir I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon with the finished designs” I say before walking out of my bosses office. I sigh as I head downstairs fingers tracing the slight marks kihyun made on my neck with his fingers and smile to myself. I never thought kihyun and I would be dating today. I’m so consumed in my thoughts that I didn’t hear hoseok calling my name. “YA Y/N!! STOP IGNORING ME!!” He yells playfully, grabbing my shoulder turning me to face him. “I’m sorry oppa I’m just really…. um distracted from earlier.” I say blushing bright red. He laughs before pulling me into a hug. “Y/n, I’m glad you two finally confessed, he’s been smiling non stop all day since. And he hasn’t nagged any of us. Not even once. He’s happy now y/n” he says letting me go. As I’m about to respond a pair of hands start to tickle my sides making me screech and jump sky high. Hoseok starts laughing hysterically. I turn around to see kihyun doing the same thing. “YA!! THAT’S NOT FUNNY” I whine pouting. Of course kihyun falls for it haha. He pulls me into his arms cooing “I’m sorry jagi I didn’t mean to upset you” he says kissing my hair. “It’s okay oppa. Hey I’m heading home now though I’ve got designs to start.” I say breaking the hug. “Can I come?” Kihyun asks quietly. “If you want to.” I say bashfully. He chuckles before lifting my chin to kiss me. Last second I stop him making him whine. “Unwanted eyes” is all I say. His eyes widen in realization. “Oh pssh I knew that. Come walk with me to get my stuff?” He asks intertwining our hands. I nod before following him to their practice room for today. As we walk in I can’t help but start laughing. The boys were dancing to cheer up by twice and they looked so funny and awkward. Kihyun grabs his bag and lets them know he’s leaving a tad early. We walk out together and head straight for a black van before fans can even comprehend what happened. Once we are situated in the back with me on his lap, kihyun grabs my cheeks before smashing our lips together. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth making me groan and press myself closer to his body and deepen the kiss. Fuck he’s such a good kisser. I pull back slightly to catch my breath. With both of our breaths labored from the hot kiss kihyun groans deeply, pushing himself up against me. “Y/n I want you so bad I’m so sick of holding back. Do you know what you’ve done to me?” He says grinding his erection into me in a way that makes me let out a wanton moan and grip his shoulders tighter probably leaving marks. “Then take me kihyun. I beg you please” I beg whining into his neck. “Just wait jagi, you’re not gonna be able to walk once I’m through with you. I’ve been waiting so long for this. You’re gonna be wrecked.” He growls before sinking his beautiful teeth into my neck in a spot that has me keening. Not very long after we’re pulling up to my apartment building. I quickly hop out and pull kihyun along with me. We barely make it through my front door and get our shoes off before his lips are attacking mine again. He pushes me against the wall and wraps his hands around my waist. I whimper when he bites my lip and push him back slightly. He immediately releases my hips and backs up slightly. “Did I hurt you?” He asks his voice full of worry as he looks at me worried. I smile before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards my room. “You didn’t hurt me oppa. You might have hurt my wall though” I laugh before falling onto my bed pulling him on top of me. “ I’m glad. The wall can handle it, my princess on the other hand must be cared for gently.” He says smirking before starting to kiss down my jaw to my neck where he starts to leave marks as he makes his way down. He stops as he reaches my breast. “How about we get this shirt off of you yeah?” He asks tugging on the hem of my shirt. I nod and lift my arms above my head allowing him to slip the shirt off of me. He smiles as he discovers my belly ring. “Awe baby it’s so cute” he coos before kissing me again. I pull him closer and slip my hands under his shirt. I pull away shocked. “Yoo kihyun you have abs!?” I squeal pulling on his shirt to get him to take it off. He smirks before stepping back and slipping his shirt over his head and throwing it on the couch. He walks back to me but before he can kiss me again I drop to my knee and start pressing kisses along his abs. For some reason I feel the need to praise him for having them. Maybe it’s because he was so chubby as a kid. Or maybe because I thought he was a total squish inside and out. He groans looking down at me smiling. I decide to see how far I can go before he stops me. I start to undo the button on his jeans, my hands brush against his clothed erection making him hiss and pick me up off the ground. He carries me bridal style down the hall to my room. How he knows where it’s at I have no idea but oh well. He tosses me on my bed before shedding his jeans leaving him in his boxers. He grabs the waistband of my leggings and pulls them down along with my underwear. He growls at the sight before climbing up my body and kissing me while his hands caress my thighs. “Kihyun please do something I’m not sure I can handle much more” I whine pushing my hips up. “Hmmm I have an idea baby”. He flips us over until I’m straddling his thigh. “I’ve seen the way you look at my thighs babygirl. Ride it babygirl. Make yourself cum” he says kissing my neck as he starts helping me move my hips against his thigh. I let out a moan as pleasure erupts in my core. “Fuckkkk kihyun oh my god” I moan out as I start moving faster chasing the high I’ve been craving since kihyun started messing with me earlier. “That’s it princess. Keep using my thigh to make yourself cum. Be a good girl for oppa” he growls into my ear making me keen at how deep his voice got.” “Kihyun!” I whine very close to my climax. “Come on babygirl you can do it. Cum for me” he replies before sucking love bites into my neck. Within two minutes I’m cumming. Hard. Kihyun kisses me softly as I come down from my high. Once my breathing was evened out kihyun pulls away from me, looks deep in my eyes and whispers, “now it’s my turn.” He quickly flips us over and pulls away ripping my bra in the process. “YOO KIHYUN I LIKED THAT BRA!” I yell at him “Oh hush jagi I’ll buy you ten just like it” he says as he pulls away more so he can slip his boxers off as well. He reaches down to grab something out of his jeans. When he comes back up I see he’s holding the foil packet that will keep us from having little kihyun and y/n’s running around for the rest of our lives. He rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls the condom into his length then positions himself in front of my entrance. “You ready babygirl?” He asks leaning down over me and grabbing my hands and pulling them above my head. “I’m ready” I say. As soon as those words leave my lips he’s pushing himself into me. “Ah fuck” I groan at the slight stretch. “Hang in there baby I’m almost in. You’re doing great” he says kissing my forehead. And with one thrust he is buried to the hilt inside of me. Kihyun then lets out one of most amazing beautiful sexiest sounds I have ever heard. He immediately shuts the sound out making me frown and whine. “Kihyun please let me hear you. You sound amazing.” I groan out. “Fuckkk y/n you’re so tight oh my god” he moans. He starts thrusting into me. “Kihyun I’m not a glass doll. I can handle you.” I say because I could tell he was holding back. “Jagi I don’t want to hurt you” he says gripping my hips. “Oh please I rough house with shownu and jooheon I’ll be fine. Please oppa” I whine All of a sudden he starts going farrel. “Don’t you ever say another mans name when you’re in bed with me. Do you understand?” He growls fucking me harder and faster. “Yes” I say back. And thrusts even harder. “Yes what?” He asks laying a slap on one of thighs. “Yes sir” I say in defeat. He leans down and kisses my lips. “Good girl” he says before going as hard and fast as he could. “Kihyun please I can’t last much longer please.” I try and say without moaning. “Babygirl I’m gonna cum soon. Wait for me please” he says. Within a few minutes kihyun and I are coming. After our highs kihyun pulls out of me and disposes of the condom before coming and cuddling into me. “Hmmmmm I can’t tell you how many times I imagined that and it still was never as good as what we just did” he says quietly. I giggle but then clutch my abdomen, the pain from the sex setting in. “Awe princess did I hurt you? Oh my god I’ll go get you a heating pad and order some food!” Before I can protest he’s hopping out of my bed and walking out of my room butt ass naked. I laugh but I can’t complain. My boyfriend has a nice ass.

[mochachelle]

#XD30- TwentyOne-Lionel

It was a little after 4:30pm. I just finished running errands. Finally about to get some food, patiently waiting in the drive through line, my text message goes off.

HIM-what are you doing? HIM- come over and fuck me.! ME- right now? Can you give me like an hour? ME- I need to eat & go home to shower. HIM- yes now. I'll feed you. Shower here

Damn. I love a direct man. So you know what I did right. Shit, I hit a k-turn out the line, told him to send me his address and headed to my house. I didn't care what he said about showering over there I needed to wash at home. Y'all know the pre-sex ritual! The let me put smell good on. The let me look cute but not like I am trying. The let me throw a little makeup on, just not to much. The let me text my homegirls I'm about to be dicked down. The just in case you text me I won't be able to answer ritual. We all do it! I am not the only one, if y'all acting like y'all don't y'all fooling yourself.

ME- headed to you now. HIM- Okay. See you soon.

I arrived at 5:42pm. He opened the door, greeted me with a huge smile. He leans in for a hug. He smells so good. My eyes roll back in my head. I wanted to lick his face so bad. My god he is fine. I needed to keep my cool. Not act like a complete weirdo.

The time spent is going great, talking laughing having a few adult beverages. Positioning himself he turns to me with lust in his eyes. My whole undercarriage immediately got hot.

HIM- do I have you all night? I want you all night. all night long. 

I looked at my phone to check the time it was only 6:23pm. Now I'm thinking. Shit all night! I didn't prepare for an all-nighter. I didn't stretch for that.

ME- all night long? like lionel? I don't have any other plans. HIM- *licking his lips* great.

He takes me back to his bedroom. Turns on music, cause why not! Opens the window. Lights the blunt. We take turns puff puff and passing. We undress each other. Never taking our eyes off each other. He starts at my neck. Tracing my flesh with his tongue until reaching my lack thereof collarbone and bites me. I let out a sigh. My hands have been slowly caressing his head. Making his way to my right breast he engulfed my nipple. Who doesn't love a good nipple suck? I mean come on, that's clearly code for imma ride your face in a few mins. He makes his way to my left breast all while sliding his fingers in and out of my overflowing Bermuda Triangle (its paradise yet you can get lost from the power). He takes his fingers out and sucks them clean, (holy shit he’s a freak is what I am thinking) before placing his fingers in my mouth.

Four play as intense as it was lasted so long I forgot what time it was. I forgot if it was day or night. I forgot if I was at his place or mine. I forgot my damn name. I forgot how to speak and all my words have been replaced with sounds.

I eased from his face and made my way down to his member. I wanted to ride while he watched my ass bounce. He was pleased with his view and I was stellar at my performance. One would think I was an equestrian the way I rode him. In mid pussy pop I feel some substance on my lower back. He's rubbing it all over me. Looking back at him he had a tub of VASE-LINE rubbing it all over his chest with one hand and the other hand is rubbing it on my lower back and ass.

He proceeded to oil the both of us up we must have used the whole tub. It was like a scene of a hood porno, but he didn't have a fitted hat on or black sock and timbs! All oiled up I'm thinking what now. He pulls out a chair places it at the side of bed, sits down and tells me to face the bed. Bend over place my legs on the chair and come back on him!

NIGGA what?! How? I'm all oiled up, pretty chubby girl, but I'm flexible. However what he wants me to do will be rather complicated due to the fact he's oiled me up with like I’m a Christmas turkey. 

I wrap my mind around what he's asking of me. I get in position and go to work! I'm mid pussy pop, again I feel something on my ass cheeks this time is squirted. This mutherfucker now has baby oil. BABY FUCKING OIL. I'm trying to hold my balance but I'm slippery. Super slippery.

He finally needs a break, going to get a drink. About fucking time! I grab my phone to check the time. 12:43am my eyes got so big and I can't believe it. 6 hours and 20 mins. SIX FUCKING HOURS AND TWENTY MINUTES. That's a part time shift! I am flabbergasted, perplexed, confused and amused. He's walking back in the room like a warrior.

HIM- you ready for round 2 ME- ROUND 2 that was only round 1? HIM- I have you all night right ME- you have more oil?  

He smiles...

[toots-senpai]

Hong Kong

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: Marvel

Song by: Mxmtoon

Pairing: Erik Killmonger X Black Musical!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.1k

Quick A/n: I haven’t touched this fic in a while and I really want to finish it but iv’e now seen infinity war and this fic makes me want to cry now. Whatever going to finish it anyway. Enjoy this long ass thing! 

Erik slouched on one of the couches with his cousins child on his leg as he read one of Wakanda's many royal books from the states and every where else in the world especially Europe. He sighed putting the copy of 'Stranger’ on the nearby tables before grabbing the sleeping child comfortably in the sunlight on the couch before walking onto one of the many porches.

T'challa watched as he did so looking in the sunlight and taking in the warm Africa air around him and watching the grass blades move in the air.

"N'Jadaka, come here." Erik slouched in irritation before turning around and looking at his cousin.

"What in the hell do you want King T'challa."Erik said ending in a sarcastic Wakandan accent turning around continuing to lean on the porches rail looking straight into his eyes.

"You do not seem well, you seem- well- love struck. As if you are thinking about someone who you care about. Looking into the sunset with gloo-"Erik quickly cut him off.

"You're bringing up the conversation from last night."

"Of course I am. You need a successor N'Jadaka. We have looked at almost every woman in Wakanda. You rejected every single one of my options. Your not even letting one in for child bearing. I mean i’m pretty sure you used a couple of them for your sexual satisfaction but besides the point." He said irritation in his tone same as Erik's. "If there is a woman I under-"

"There ain't no woman T'challa!" Erik said his voice raised but not loud enough to wake T'challa's nearby sleeping child. The two stared at each other in anger before the king grabbed his child carefully walking out of the room. Leaving Erik to slump in a near-by chair fingers rubbing his temples then his hands rubbing his face and small drop of salty water running down his finger, wrist then into the pit of his elbow seconds later more salty droplets of water following until dropping down onto the ancient floors with a small ‘plop’.

After a couple of weeks of Erik's slumping around T'challa grabbed and dragged Erik to a nearby study.

"As King I order you to tell me."

"Might as well send Okoye in to stab me in the stomach."Erik said sarcastically as T'challa sighed.

"Keeping things bottled up is not good for you."

"You really want to know?"He said scoffing then scratching his dreads. "Listen I cheated on this loyal ass bitch awhile back and I kinda miss her after watching your new kid run around and cause so much ruckus that you can’t even handle cause you don’t know how to parent." He said slouching back in his chair.

"I am pretty sure you couldn’t take care of my child for at least 2 minutes successfully. But what actually happened?" Erik groaned and moved uncomfortably in his chair.

~flashback~

I groaned watching her pack her things and scream at me. The bitch I met at the club just left after Y/n caught me hitting it from the back in our bed.

"Erik! You really don't get it do you? I was soo in love with your fuckboy ass. I wanted us to have a life together! So I sit there at work by myself and ponder coming home and telling you ‘hey baby, I want to be with you for the rest of my life’ only to come home with you and some bitch under my sheets screaming your name How long were you guys fucking? No, no how long y'all been together?!?" I quickly grabbed her wrists away from the drawers and take her to look at me in my face.

“It’s none of your damn business first off. Second off what the fuck do you think your doing?!?" I groaned in annoyance at her and she scoffed ripping her wrists from my vice sized grip.

"I’M LEAVING ERIK! YOU DON’T DESERVE MY ASS!"She yelled continuing to pack her stuff she grabbed her phone and stuffed it in her pocket. Turning around her long braids hit my shirtless chest and I grabbed her wrist making her drop the suitcase she was holding.

"You’re not going anywhere." I said as she looked at me. Tears brimmed her eyes and then slid down her brown skin.

"You can’t control me Erik, but you know who you can control? Those hoes, bye Erik.."She said walking out of my life and slamming the door in my face roughly.

~Flashback End~

T'challa sat in his chair and Erik got up.

"That's all there is too it. Nothing more. I’m pretty sure she doesn't want to see me after the whole situation too."Erik said going to walk out of the room before stopping licking his lips and looking back at his cousin."All these woman out here, they don't want to do nothing but come into this royalty. They'll bear a child if that's what they need to do to come in here and act like they own the place. But she was different. When she would've walked into Wakanda her stupid ass wouldn't want to see all the gold around here. She would stay outside in the heat and see all the animals, people and probably even the 'beautiful nature scenery'. Then she would stay out till the moon was high up in the sky and sing till her hearts content no matter if her voice sounded god like at that moment or like a fucking elephant she would just, sing. She would probably stay out there til morning, fall asleep out there in the dirt for all she cared. She was different and honestly I fucked up big time with that- bitch."He said then continuing to walk out of the room before T'challa stopped him

"N'Jadaka, do you want to see her again?"He asked and Erik tensed up looking at his cousin.

"Of course I would."He stopped licking his lips again. "She wouldn't want to see me though."He said.

"Well then it's worth a try isn't it?"He asked Erik's head perked up at T'challa.

"Nigga- what yo stupid ass doing now?"He asked his cousin as he called Okoye to start up the jet.

"Get dressed for cold weather. We are going to the states." He said and Erik rolled his eyes mumbling under his breath.

"This nigga always up to something."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Erik pulled on a tight long sleeve shirt, dark blue(almost black) jeans along with a gray winter jacket and some timbs while T'challa wore a loosely fitted long sleeve his infamous dress coat, black pants and dress shoes. The boys and Okoye were now in the jet speeding past a bunch of trees after going across the ocean. As they went into this new area of trees they could literally feel and smell the altitude change. He sighed and they landed on a stone platform which quickly lit up at their arrival.

Okoye turned the jet off and opened the door for Erik and T'challa to get out.

"Okoye stay here and watch the jet."T'challa said as she hit the spear against the ground the sound echoing troughout the abandoned forest. T'challa and Erik walked to the front door where two white men waited for them. T'challa went up to them with a smile.

"My friends! Ooh, meet my cousin N'Jadaka. N'Jadaka meet James and Steven."He said and they shook their head the long hair one starring to talk.

"I prefer Bucky, not James. Also Steve not Steven."Bucky said chuckling.

"Erik not N'Jadaka."He said tensing his shoulders at the three men around him that laughed at the 'joke'. He rolled his eyes in discomfort. The three men quieted their laughter and walked into the building. Steve looked at Erik.

"So I heard you're looking for a lady?"He said his pearly white peeking out underneath his shy smile making Erik mentally cringe.

"It was this nigga’s idea. He wants me to have a woman to marry and me to make a child to keep 'my legacy'." Erik said putting air quotes in the air. The two white men tensed before straightening out their shoulders. 

“Is there something wrong with having someone to take care of. To well- love?” Bucky said looking at Erik his long hair which was in his man bun fell out slightly strands swiping across his skin.

“No,I just know she won’t give me a second chance or anything above those lines. For all I know she might hit me with her makeup brushes or toss her uke at me.”Erik said sighing as the 4 of them walked up the flight of glass stairs

“Uke?” T’Challa said looking at his cousin.

“Ukulele, she has a lot of instruments. It was very hard for me to not come home to that hoe without an instrument, music book, food, or a book in general in her hands. To be completely honest i’ve seen that bitch with all 4 items while she was asleep. I came home and she had food a music book on her waist and open book in her hand her uke right next to the couch and a toaster strudel on a plate on her stomach. She was about the most laziest yet active bitch I have ever met.” He stated very confidently knowing he could state almost every characteristic about yourself.

 The 3 boys smiled before Bucky headed to another room Steve waving him away before opening a glass door directly opposite to door which bucky went into. The room was a lab with a woman with blonde hair and tight jeans writing stuff down onto printer paper, copying the computer in front of her. 

“Natasha.”Steve said as she looked up her blue eyes piercing into his before softening at the sight of him and then smiling seeing my brother beside Steve.

“T’Challa! Oh my, how are you and the new baby?” She asked to which my brother quickly responded. The had a quick lovely chat to each other while Erik and Steve were on a large computer.

“Y/n, L/n.”Erik stated to which Steve searched up you and two other females popped up onto the screen. They quickly looked at your records before Steve made a hum of approval at Natasha and T’Challa to which they smiled.

No more than a couple minutes later they ended up at a small apartment complex with flowers decorating the outside and two small black girls braiding each others hair on the side of the complex. The two looked up at the five individuals smiling and wavy their small dainty hands to which T’Challa waved back along with Steve who smiled along. Erik walked into the door looking at the apartment floor nostalgia going into his bones and radiating off his skin a feeling of warmth and safety in the complex itself. He grabbed the extra key from the mailbox and walked into the apartments door. He walked to your door and opened it hearing a beautiful voice echo throughout the artsy apartment.

Red brick and bamboo towers Line the skyline with much power Yellow cars and smoggy skies With neon lights that attract your eyes Hong kong is moving around you You can't help but stand there in awe Hong kong is moving without you But you can't help and drop your jaw A home away from home Yet oh so far away Been years since I've been back And my memories will slowly fade away My memories will slowly fade away Late nights were alright And dim sum was always fun Big family with too much food Oh just eat more and don't be rude Your family is living without you All the way across the sea Your family is moving without you No matter how much you plea A home away from home Yet oh so far away Been years since I've been back And my memories will slowly fade away My memories will slowly fade away I don't know when I'll be back It feels like I'm losing track of time My memories they feel so vivid Yet so much time has passed You're missing a piece of yourself You left it behind you there You're missing a piece of yourself Don't it feel so unfair That your family is living without you All the way across the sea Your family is moving without you No matter how much you plea Maybe one day you'll see Then again Maybe one day you'll see

A sniffle echoed throughout the apartment and Erik looked at you. A woman, skin brown and shining against the sunlight from your window where you sat with your ukulele tears cascading down your face. You have gotten physically more fit, or skinner in the last years that hes seen you. Tiredness still was noticable though and Erik, he could see right through your upcoming fake happiness.

“What are you doing here? Heart Breakers is around the corner.”You said with a chuckle which made Erik’s heart break more than usual his tough appearance softening in your depressed presence. 

¨You always full of jokes ain’t you girl?”Erik asked with a slight chuckle as well. You got up and Erik physically tensed as you put down your uke and came over to them. 

“I’m thinking this is your cousin right?”You said looking at T’Challa as he nodded you put out your hand towards said cousin and smiled.

“I’m Y/n,nice to meet you.”You said as T’Challa smiled at you.

“ My pleasure Y/n. Do you guys need a moment?”He asked politely as you stared up at the four of them and nodded watching them walk out leaving you and Erik and you in your apartment hallway. A Tense air surrounding you two. 

“Seriously, what are you doing here? What, did you not take over Wakanda , that girl didn’t want to be with you or something? Cause I know I didn’t ask for you to be here nigga.” You said looking up at him you guys making eye contact. 

“I’m here to apologize. That’s it, nothing more. I know your bitchass don’t want me to be here, but my king wanted me to see if I could talk to you once again even though I told him you were just going to be a bitch like you are now. Maybe he thought that me and you could talk like old tim-”

“We can’t go back to old times after something like that you dumbass and matter a fact you need to tell him that too. Do you not how much you fucked up my head? Do you not know how bad it felt to be stabbed in the back multiple times by you. And then on top of that- the whole tip of the iceberg, you just left without saying anything to me. You didn’t even bother to hit me up. Tell me you were leaving the states. To be completely honest I was real scared for your stupid ass. Cause knowing you, you could fucking snorted to much crack off some bitches back and died and honestly- you know, that fucking slut wouldn’t have given two shits like the hoes they is and your body would’ve been laying there for days.”You said sternly as he started breathing heavily.

“I should have never came here to try to reason with your selfish ass.”He stated turning to leave before you grabbed him by his shoulder.

“Selfish? I’m selfish?  You should check your own actions nigga cause last time I checked you broke every single part of my soul and came back in here trying to get some form of forgiveness from me.”

“I didn’t ask for forgiveness you stupid ass whore, I came here to tell you I was sorry, just to see if you could reason with me. You know what, matter a fact.” He then harshly pushed you up against the wall grabbing your throat and pushing it further into the wall.

 “You was the only bitches in the whole hood that knew how to act. Whether it was love, giving some bomb ass head, or just having some fucking common sense. Honest to fucking god, none of these bitches out here can do it like you, and you was fucking right. I should’ve listened to your stupid ass, cause no one actually cared for me like you did. Every girl in this game don’t know how to play the game right. They only after one objective from a nigga, which is usually his dick game, money or his fake love.” He un gripped your throat by a little bit while clearing his own.

 “You- Your after every little thing in a nigga not just one thing. You know how to play the game, and I despise you for being a smart ass hoe and knowing how to play. Bitch, I caught feelings for your ass. I never thought love was a real thing in the hood. Thought it was just sex, drugs, guns, and money. Never thought there was another side to the hood. I thank you for showing me that side. I’m sorry for almost destroying that side of the hood, cause it’s only for the smart people.” A strong silence escaped throughout both off you so much you could feel it sink into your skin.

 “I came here to apologize, for fucking with you and that’s it. If possible, I could bring you back to Wakanda for a little bit. Just as an apology, a day only. Then after that you don’t have to talk to me ever again. I just- i’m such a fucking soft ass bitch , I want to show you stuff that I never seen before. Something much prettier then our woods that are infested with pollution but instead infested with the beauty of Wakanda. Something I've never seen but wish I've seen earlier something I've wish we’ve seen together before we were done. That’s what I came to ask you, not for your forgiveness. Please, just let me give you a reason to forgive me. A reason for you to understand. Just, Please.” He stated quieting down once again. 

“ I want to see the beauty of Wakanda, the inner beauty. That’s the only thing I want from your ass.” You stated your voiced laced with hate. His heart lightened and so did the room around you. He leaned against the door as you walked away from him only to come back 30 minutes later your curly hair in a messy bun and you’re body covered in a beautiful yellow crop top and denim shorts with your ukulele and a small suitcase. You grabbed your keys and opened the door to reveal a smiling T’Challa.

“Wakanda, my cousin?” He said in excitement. Erik’s hand clamped around yours.

“One day, Wakanda.” 

AGHGH thats one long thingy that might have a part two, what y’all think??? 

[ricardosousalemos]

The Notorious B.I.G.: Born Again

Born Again commences Biggie’s posthumous disemboweling. It’s the first project bearing his name that was conceived, produced, and completed after the Brooklyn icon had gasped his last breaths. By now, rap fans are deeply familiar with this baleful, unlovely creature—the posthumous collection of reworked demos, outtakes, and leftovers cobbled together by executives and hired guns, paired with a list of guest artists and of-the-moment producers. They reek of boardroom meetings. They usually fill you with a hollow, complicit feeling for even hitting “play.” It is hard to think of five such records in pop-music history that justify their existence after their first-week sales figures have posted.

In the two years since Biggie’s death, his mentor and corporate svengali Puff Daddy had already found several ingenious ways to siphon cash and attention from his dead protégé. Puffy's solo album, long in the works, was retitled No Way Out from working title Hell Up In Harlem and overhauled after Biggie’s death, emerging full of gothic dread and intimations of ready-to-die-ness. Its biggest single was his Police-sampling, “I’ll Fly Away”-interpolating “I’ll Be Missing You,” a maudlin tribute to The Notorious B.I.G. that spent 11 weeks at No. 1.

The following year, he released the debut album from The Lox, a hardheaded trio of Yonkers rappers with a deafening street buzz. Puff decked them in shiny suits and dropped them in front of Hype Williams’ fish-eye lens, where they looked about as comfortable as middle schoolers stranded at prom. The album included the less-heralded, equally maudlin tribute, “We’ll Always Love Big Poppa.” In the video, baby-faced Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, and Styles P poured their hearts out to their dead friend, while Puff Daddy stood behind them, pointing meaningfully at the camera. It was clear that whatever Puff thought of the grief process, he didn’t see much need to keep it behind closed doors.

Somewhere in there came the announcement for Born Again. Initial reports promised a sort of Biggie bildungsroman, pairing narration from Biggie’s mother Voletta Wallace with unheard demos and unreleased material. Rap listeners had been busily copping and sharing Biggie exclusives from a steady stream of mixtapes, freestyles and unfinished cuts dating back to 1993, but those traveled in rarefied circles, and the idea of a studio album bringing this stuff to the masses was enticing. But the story changed quickly, and often; a full-page ad in the September ‘99 issue of The Source promised some intrigue, including a track that would posthumously reunite Biggie and 2Pac and a new remix of “Party & Bullshit” that foretold an appearance from Will Smith. For better or for worse, this never came to pass, and what ended up being released was a jumble of some older, less well-known verses and some recycled material from already-available releases.

Born Again wasn’t Biggie’s story. Sure, it spawned one or two lasting cuts: the flashy, Duran Duran-sampling “Notorious B.I.G.” and the vicious early pre-Ready To Die demo “Dead Wrong.” But the real story it tells is about Puff Daddy—how he flailed into the spotlight after Big’s death, how he treated his protégé’s legacy. He immediately sought to cast himself as Biggie’s equal: You can see the video for “Victory” as a sort of prelude. Biggie’s verse play is just background music for shots of Puff Daddy running slow motion in front of explosions in the rain.

This is the kind of Biggie album Puff made without the stubborn, strong-willed Wallace present in the room to dig in his heels and say “no.” The production for the album makes no sense—it made no sense for a Biggie album in 1999, and it makes even less sense in 2017. The dank, chaotic original “Niggas” from 1993, produced by Mister Cee and gloriously scarred up with frenetic scratching, gets cleaned up and “updated” all the way to 1999, sounding tame and inert. The Timb-boot funk of that basement session evaporates completely, and the song loses all of its meaning transferred into major-label sunlight.  

Similarly, it’s nice to think about Mannie Fresh and Biggie in the same room with Biggie alive—they were both inventive, antic minds that loved surprising word choices and unpredictable flows. But hearing Biggie’s second ferocious verse stripped from the original version of “Dead Wrong”—a song, remember, that appears elsewhere on this album—laid over Fresh’s bouncy instrumental “Hope You Niggas Sleep,” and followed by verses from all the members of Hot Boys and Big Tymers, only underscores how dead Wallace was.

His verse from “Dangerous MCs,” meanwhile, was meant to appear on a song from Busta Rhymes’ The Coming, produced by J Dilla. It was scrapped purportedly because of some veiled threats at 2Pac lurking in it and the album’s makers were leery of tossing any more powder into the keg. With them both dead, Big’s incendiary lines detonate harmlessly over an airless, functional beat from Nottz: “Catch my drift/Or catch my four-fifth lift/At least six inches above project fences/Turn meat to minces/Jumps turn to flinches/When I rain I drenches/Cleared your park benches.” Hearing one dead man launch subliminals at another dead one is perverse, particularly since the producers arranged some East Coast/West Coast unity kabuki elsewhere on the project, bringing Ice Cube to rap a verse on “If I Should Die Before I Wake” saluting Biggie as the “King of New York.”

Is any of it worth it? Tough to say. Without this album, you might have never heard “Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke.” That’s a canonical line, and it introduces “Dead Wrong,” the only near-classic here. The original, produced by Easy Moe Bee, is a giggly and profane game of Dozens, Biggie indulging his filthy imagination for all its worth: broomsticks get used for unspeakable purposes and Lucifer is laughed out of the room. On the new version, the stakes are higher, and the music sharper, a sideways-jerking, always-falling-off-the-beat thing that samples the Rev. Al Green, of all people. He didn’t even fuck it up by including a new verse from a pissy white kid named Eminem on it, a rapper Big had never heard of who had mostly become famous at that point for making fun of his mom and boy bands. It all sounds a little tired in retrospect—“cannibals and exorcisms, animals havin' sex with 'em”—but at the time, it was a revelation.

The decision to bring Eminem in said a lot about Puffy’s shifting priorities. Mark Pitts, an executive producer on Born Again, likened the project to “building Frankenstein.” Even shortly after working on the project, he sounded queasy about it: “The only thing that bothered me was the [guests artists] on the album. He would’ve respected them all, but he wouldn’t have worked with them all. Just because they’re hot doesn’t mean they mesh.”

Soon, he would accompany artists he wouldn’t have even respected: Korn comes to mind. The trail of artists who can technically claim to have appeared alongside the Notorious B.I.G. has only grown more disheartening with time. “I did real songs with Big, no made-up shits,” Jadakiss sneered at 50 Cent in their 2006 battle. By then, having recorded a song next to Biggie Smalls was no longer rarefied air, and these were the first unreal songs with Big. In that sense, they inaugurated a long and sad tradition.

From Hendrix to Elvis to Nirvana, none of this death-industry stuff is new. But in hip-hop, a music tied so closely to the inhuman ravages of the drug war and the carceral state, the charge pulsed a little hotter. Nineties gangsta rap always smelled of sulfur, of various deals cut with sundry devils, and its most potent tracks gave those who confronted them a mortal thrill. Alive, Big could inhabit this archetype and artfully squirm out of it in the same line, and it only took his presence—no more, no less—to set this animation in motion. “Excuse me, flows just grow through me/Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches,” he deadpanned on a throwaway line from Ready To Die’s “The What.” You could lose an hour, or a year, thinking about the imagery there, plumbing the mind that casually bundled those two thoughts together. “We dress up like ladies and burn ‘em with dirty .380s,” he proposed on the Life After Death cut “Niggas Bleed.” These lines are well-worn by repetition that they should, by all rights, have lost their strangeness. And yet they have not: Imagine Big, all 300 pounds of him, packing heat, dressed in woman’s clothes; once your mind’s eye has seen that, you won’t ever lose it. It’s indelible.

On Born Again, he is immobilized, and can thus perform none of these tricks. You can feel the absence of his animating touch—his hot breath, his shrewd eye, his capacious ear. This is when the mortification of his body was complete, and he was rendered as just a voice that others could manipulate without his consent. He has nothing to do with the music and no way of playing against his environment. As a result, there’s no inner music at work, nothing much to listen harder for. A good artist leads you into their genre from some other, outside place, showing you the familiar shapes through the warping lens of their mind. Their individual predilections and quirks become elemental laws of physics, rules. Biggie’s voice is all over Born Again, but you feel the absence of his mind. Here, he is just a gangsta rapper, the nimblest one that ever lived.