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blackout (halloween drabble) | jjk

⇥ pairing: roommate!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: est rel, roommate and college au, fluff, crack, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: really just the tiniest hint of angst, but otherwise just crack and fluff I think, spooky szn, he's the Joker and she's Harley Quinn, lame college party, the gang is there, forest stuff, reader is a bit sad and disappointed in jk but he redeems himself!, kissing, sexy times, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, jerking off, fingering, sex in a janitor's closet haha, ass love, and yeah!!

⇥ wc: 5.4k!

⇥ author’s notes: happy early halloween! I will be busy next week, so I thought I could post this one already. also, since it's been one! damn!! year!!! since I dropped anything at all (sry!!). I promise Encore is on its way, so enjoy this in the meantime. very unedited and I started it just yesterday, so pls no hate haha okay that's it!! love you!!!

⇥ summary: Jungkook and you seek a carefree and calm Halloween this year, until it turns into this… nightmare.

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Jungkook’s make up is smudged beyond repair… And you strongly guess you aren’t faring any better.

Your costumes are basic to their core. In the past hour alone, you’ve seen half a dozen of you. Jungkook rubs at the eyeshadow above the apple of his cheek, smearing the black some more.

He looks like the Joker at the end of his mental capacity. A worse mess than DC’s character already is. Only, Jungkook is still rocking the look – one damn kink of yours if you had a specific one. It’s the loosened tie… the purple coat–

You feel at home in your own role. Sporting the peroxide blonde hair, tied in two tails, one ending in a faded blue, and the other in a dim pink. You purchased colored hair sprays just for today, but can’t wait to wash the chemicals out of your hair.

Jungkook ruined one of the pigtails approximately an hour ago, and it hasn’t recovered since then, no matter how hard you tried to fix it. In truth, you didn’t mind the tugging at that moment anyway.

How could you? Not with the endorphins pumping through you at lightspeed, enhanced by the darkness around you at that stupid college party.

The student representatives organized this year’s big fete, though they must have forgotten to add the fun factor to it. Because the party was lame: the bar was filled with students from various departments, but most of them remained either sober or wound up broke.

Because the drinks were painfully expensive. The numbers on your bills spooked through your mind when you looked at the price, further frustrated when you realized that they weren’t selling much more than dry, small pizza and flavorless toast.

Once again, for an outrageous price.

Halfway through, the two of you snuck to a bathroom, relying on each other’s company alone. But the toilet cabinets were either taken or unspeakably disgusting – so in the rush, you settled for the pitch dark janitor’s closet instead.

You could barely see his silhouette in there, half sober, but not quite acting like it. Intoxicated by how he suckled on your neck, more a vampire than the Joker. Or by how he probably bruised your thighs, your shorts and tights down to your knees, much like his green pants.

You remember the whispers in the dark. The quiet “Wanna pound you into the mattress” and the “We should really go home.” Accompanied by the way he rubbed his cock against your stomach, body inches from you as his fingers dug into your pussy.

But you wouldn’t make it home yet, because his movements were too rapid to stop. The tears pricking your eyes too prominent. The hand around your neck wouldn’t stop pressing in, and you were firmly fixated on jerking him off to the end.

There was no way you were going to go home yet.

When he kissed you, you could taste both your lipsticks on your tongues. And then, cheek against the wall, ass out as he slammed his thick cock into your tight space, you tasted all the spice and sweetness he could offer.

God, a fucking man starved.

You still feel how his thighs held yours together, and your ass cheeks still burn from the palm and nails scratching, slapping, squeezing the flesh…

You tried your best to fix your make up afterwards, but you looked like modern art in the worst way, eyeliner and mascara dry on your face. The Joker’s cheek scars reach to his ears now. And as you look at him now, you still shiver.

His sweat-soaked mane hasn’t fully dried yet, a bit longer than weeks ago. Gives him that wet-hair look you usually enjoy after his showers. And behind the collar of his dress shirt, you still catch a glimpse of the lipstick print he wanted before you went out.

“Here,” he’d said, pointing to his thick, bare neck, adorned by a vein, “I’ll even open a button of my shirt just for this.”

And you were absolutely ready to mark your territory – it seemed he was just as enthusiastic about it. That is, before you forgot and then rectified your mistake in that bar bathroom. He can flex it now after all…

Anyway. Where were you again?

Right. The purple coat.

There’s something incredibly insane about how he’s draped it over his shoulder, both hands in the pockets of his pants. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, his arms veiny and strong. A full lower lip is light red now; your make out session made the bright red fade.

And the goddamn black around his eyes… he could throw the mildest statement at you, and you’d probably still be intimidated.

Could almost distract you from why you refused to give that neck kiss in the first place. Or why you were veiling your true mood.

“What are we gonna do now?” Jungkook asks, nudging your elbow.

“What do you mean? You’re not tired?”

But you understand the idiocy of your question the moment it tumbles out – you’re asking the wrong man. This guy, you have well noticed, does not sleep until late in the night. And a healthy sleep schedule becomes even more of a foreign concept on holidays.

So you’re not surprised when he blows a raspberry and almost mockingly responds, “It’s not even midnight.”

“That’s late, Jungkook,” you still try.

“Not on Halloween.” Yeah. Just what you thought. “Besides, we need to wait for the witching hour. Wanna see the ghosts come out and whatnot.”

You laugh, the scolding hidden behind the smile. “Kook…”

“We could play Uno again!” He suggests, but you instantly scrunch up your nose. Most of the time, he wins – it’s probably why he enjoys it so much. But his next idea is worse. “Or Until Dawn.”

“No way,” you shoot. “You know what’s gonna happen, right?”

Judging the conniving smirk, more daunting with the eerie make up on, you guess he knows very well. He must remember last Halloween as well as you do.

Back when you let him convince you into watching Silent Hill with him, you were already at the edge, but – the sudden knocks at your door and impatient ringing of your bell didn’t help.

You jumped in place, accidentally kicking his shin and nearly knocking over the popcorn. You shed an immediate tear, convinced your heart was going to give out. Jungkook, between the cries of ache, was chuckling, and soon holding your head to his heart.

The cursing against his chest is cemented in your mind; you remember that he turned the movie off for you and switched to something tamer on Disney+.

“We’re together now, Pumpkin,” he tries to argue. “I’ll kiss your fears away.”

You’ll admit, you like the tone of it. It hasn’t been very long, so any term concerning your togetherness covers your skin in chills. And considering how it’s Halloween, the nickname gains just a bit more warmth, too.

But you stay resolute, dodging his constant nudging as you repeat, “No way!”

Your words stop Jungkook in his tracks. The laugh disappears and even his eyes change. Maybe you came off too strong, because behind the mask of the Joker, he looks insecure and taken aback.

“Are you… Okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer.

You pull down the crop top under your open jacket, clearing your throat when the movement forces his eyes to your chest, right where the shirt stretches over your tits. Folding your arms in front of your torso, you raise your chin in the confidence that’s barely there.

You lie, “Yes. Why?”

“You’re acting like you were before we left. Then you were okay at the party.” He points into a random direction, presumably the one you came from. You don’t know how many turns you took since then, but you’re near the woods now. “Now you’re not anymore again.”

“I’m fine!”

Oops. Too strong again. Maybe the built up frustration and disappointment aren’t gone after all. You thought the evening might change something – apparently not.

Once again, he asks, “Are you sure?”

You stay silent. Look away, haphazardly across the street. The street lamps illuminate the dark path, covered in leaves, surrounded by trees. Has a real Halloween feel to it.

You watch ghosts stroll past you. Some of the students on campus still carry a young, tender spirit, cutting holes in thin blankets to drape them over their bodies. It makes you smile.

But then you look back at Jungkook and immediately wish you had a cloth hiding your true emotions, too. Because when his eyes pierce those dejected holes into your body, you finally cave in.

“You… you know that I was top of my class, right?” You avert your stare, but then decide to focus on his chin instead. “Mr Kim liked my paper so much that he even offered that I join his research? And he’s like, very cherished in the Sociology community?”

Aside from the wind, nature and the world go quiet for a second, just when you do, but then you say, “So it’s a huge opportuni–”

“I know… You told me.”

Oh. So he remembers.

“So I told you,” your voice is quieter now, “and you just… didn’t seem to care? You haven’t spoken about it or asked even once. Not even what the research is on.”

Like a parrot, he repeats, “I know. I… I got busy with my own exams and…”

He stops midway and you wait. Maybe there’s more to come… Or maybe not. He doesn’t budge. You feel your heart drop… You assumed he had forgotten or that you might’ve hallucinated telling him about it.

But the fact that he remembers, yet doesn’t have it in him to care hurts.

You swallow hard and then sigh, unable to say much more than you already have. He, yet again, purls, “I’m sorry.”

How shitty.

You’ve always helped him with his assignment, each time he needed any aid. He reciprocated it, no doubt, but. Now that you think about it, he distanced himself the moment you got this news and forwarded it to him.

You feel horrible. If you physically could, if you weren’t frozen in place, you’d pour out your heart to him. But all you know is that your mood has dropped to the Earth’s core, your mouth barely open when–

A rough tug pulls you away from Jungkook’s body. You stumble, almost tripping over your own feet, and yelp. There’s no way to still catch your bag mid-air, because whatever culprit snatched it off your shoulder, is already running away.

And into the dense forest. Fuck.

You use all your throat’s might to scream your lungs out, screeching at the perpetrator, “What the fuck!!”

“Hey!” Jungkook yells in kind, following right behind you the moment you start to sprint.

The asphalt is easier to tackle than the forest, though. The ground is soft, still a little damp from the rain of the last days. And the white-black-red Harley Quinn boots with their thick heels do not help.

You chase the figure – he’s tall, a bit too fast for you. Wearing a mask that you’re sure was… green?

You swear and pant when he picks up on pace, and throw more insults into his direction when he takes a sharp, sudden right. Jungkook jogs past you when you look over your shoulder for him, instructing quickly, “I’ll trap him from the left!”

And then, he’s gone. No. What?

“No, I– you can’t leave me alone!” Nothing comes back. Shit, your boyfriend wants you dead. “Fuck.”

With a shake of your head and a deep inhale of a breath, you move. Perhaps you’re too late, because by now, you don’t hear any steps anymore. You don’t know how far behind that thief left you, but as you find yourself lost in the middle of nowhere, you halt.

You can’t see anyone anymore. Not the guy. Not Jungkook.

And it’s so uncannily quiet. Dark. The leaves rustle, but only when the breeze blows through them. You search the spot, but there’s truly nobody and nothing; not even a goddamn squirrel.

You call for Jungkook, but don’t receive an answer back.

Where did he go? Did he catch the jerk? It must’ve been a Shrek mask. Of all fucking things. And why do they always run into a forest anyway?

No matter. At least you’ll be able to describe him to the police.

You suck in a breath, leaning down, hands over your knees. Out of air, you groan as your lungs burn. But then you get up, swallowing and sniffling, scared as you whisper to yourself, “The phone…”

You fish it out of your shorts – Hallelujah to whoever created this costume, because they’re a whole lot better than the pocketless jeans in your closet. If you’d put the device in your bag, you’d be screwed properly.

Activating the flashlight, you turn in a slow circle. In the silence, only broken by grasshoppers and other chirping animals, you hear your heart pounding in your ears. A shaking hand holds your phone as you look around.

And right when you’re already through the 360 turn–

Fingers wrap around the hand clutching the phone, definitely not yours. There’s a call of your name, but you barely take the voice in, flinching and screaming in place. Has your voice ever sounded this high pitched?

Ready to throw your phone at him and roundhouse kick the stranger, you lift a leg, but he immediately grabs your wrist in a familiar gesture. Turns the light to his face, squinting at its intensity, and eventually, you realize that…

“What the fuck are you doing?” You spit.

“I was looking for you!” Jungkook answers, lowering the phone. “I didn’t find him.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either! But fuck, why…” You still can’t breathe properly. A hand moves to your chest. “Why did you scare me so much, I–”

Your limbs are trembling, knees attempting to force you down to the ground. But you hold yourself steady, anger growing bloody red inside you. It bubbles and simmers, and when he doesn’t respond, you almost snarl.

You push at his chest, eyes damp. You want to throw more shit at him, even though he’s not at fault – and once you realize, you calm down just a little. The forest is still around you, and you’re still not out of it by far.

Yet, you feel at ease. Because he’s here. Because he’s standing there, in the middle of the night, at fucking Halloween where you could run into any insane axe murderer.

But when you understand where the comfort is coming from, your heart slows down, still beating in your stomach, but at a more normal pace now.

“Fuck,” you whisper once again, and then stumble forward and into his arms.

He cradles you with the fragility of a glass doll. But the squeezes he provides offer warmth your chilled soul craves on this autumn night. Hushed, you hear him speak, “Baby, I…”

His words drip with hesitation and… guilt even. Wrong timing; you can’t dwell on the uncertainty now. Still sniffling, quivering, you press against his chest again. Softer this time, yet unyielding, you demand, “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

“No–”

“Honestly, I should’ve just… Congratulated you.”

Wrong timing indeed. He’s agonizing over something that you aren’t bothered with. Not right now, at least. But you heard it so clearly in the timbre of his voice – that he didn’t mean the jump scare. You let him continue.

“I worked so hard on my stuff, too, and then got jealous. Which is absolutely not a good boyfriend treat to have.”

“Kook–”

There’s turmoil in his words. Ugh, what’s going on?

“I’m genuinely thrilled for you. And I–”

There’s an entire conversation to have, you’re sure. But the timing. The fucking timing!

He wants to unveil more, but then something happens. A flicker in your peripheral vision alerts you of a movement, and when you turn your head, you see the same mysterious figure lurking in the shadows.

God, he’s insane. Your guts twist.

Was he eavesdropping all along, or was he simply hiding, trying to remain invisible, inexplicably unwilling to flee? Why did he not run before? This is odd. So chillingly odd.

Or maybe he was still nearby and trying not to make a sound…

You don’t know. And time is not a luxury you can’t afford for pondering such enigmas right now.

New adrenaline surges through you, different this time. The fear is clear, but the guy seems pathetic to a certain level – and if he’s so keen on roaming around, you’ll make sure he stays right in your proximity.

So you listen to the hammering of your heart, and without a second thought, you dash towards the stranger who appears equally startled and disoriented. You feel like a charging bull, closing the distance at an astonishing pace.

That’s what they probably mean when they speak about mothers being able to lift cars for their kids, because you feel invincible. Your shoes may not be designed for such a pursuit, and you’re certainly not as hardcore as Harley Quinn, but they lose against your determination.

The trees blur around you as you relentlessly chase the intruder, only clearing in your vision when you finally catch up with him. Jungkook might be behind you, but you choose not to look behind you this time.

Instead, you yell a battle cry, growling through your teeth, “Don’t you fucking–”

But that’s all before you tackle him to the ground. You expect a fight, expect his slim limbs to fling around, but he barely moves. He lets you push him onto the fallen leaves, and the only glimpse of any sound by him that you catch is a weird voice crack.

“Fu–” Is all you notice, but you can’t analyze the voice before Jungkook is helping you up again.

You protest, but still get to your feet, watching Jungkook pull the man up harshly. He says to you, “You caught him.”

“Guess so.”

You take another breath, jaw clenched when you move to the stumbling thief and attempt to take the mask off. Shrek, as you said. You can’t quite say whether that night is terrifying or absurd. Probably both.

But the guy fights your try, suddenly mute again, but not resisting when Jungkook pulls at his arm and starts leading him somewhere. What?

“Where are you going?” You ask, confusion sitting in the valley between your eyebrows. “Let’s go back and call the police, Jungkook.”

“There’s gotta be an opening. Keep going, I just need light to see his face.”

“I have a phone. Jungkook, sto–”

Seems like a very risky moment to ignore you, but Jungkook moves forward with determination. But it’s strange how he isn’t looking around. Never searching his surroundings, as if he already has a certain target in mind.

Now, you’ll admit that his sense of direction is unerring on any other day, too, but this is…

“I swear, you’re gonna kill us both,” you hiss, reflexively lowering your voice in the darkness. The masked mugger is grunting too much to hear you anyway, but you guess that affects Jungkook’s senses, too.

He just won’t stop. At least, until you reach a tiny clearing.

You don’t know how deep in the forest you are, because you can’t see the moon from here. The stars are the mere source of light here, albeit barely enough to illuminate the other bodies standing on the opposite side of the dimly lit space.

Wait. More people? Here?

What the hell.

Their faces, obscured by shadows, are unmoving. You ready yourself for an apology – maybe you interrupted some weird get-together. A shady ritual executed by some secret college club.

But as you strain to discern their features, a gradual realization dawns upon you. One of them steps forward, his features partially hidden, and one or two other familiar friends from your classes occupy the periphery.

It’s Jin. Also Jimin – a guy you and Jungkook met during one of your study sessions. Taehyung introduced him to your group. And the pursuit takes on an even more bewildering turn when you look at Jungkook and see that he’s no longer clutching the robber.

The man is standing there in silence, massaging the back of his head. Seemingly unperturbed. Perplexed and still out of breath, you utter, “What in the world?”

You shake your head, eyes deeply furrowed. You close the distance between you and the confusing figure, snatch your bag from him and finally shed the mask that conceals his identity.

And then, you see it. The unexpected face behind the bizarre charade.

“Taehyung?” You exclaim.

Jungkook, having caught his breath faster than you, mimics your incredulous tone, “Taehyung, what the hell?”

Oh. So he’s just as confused. The man in question glances over to his friend, his expression one of sheer frustration as he grumbles another very puzzling statement.

“Jeon, I will kill you.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook mutters back.

Or… not? Huh?

You’re speechless. Out of movements and words, you keep your feet planted on your spot, blinking as you wait for someone to explain. But they’re not even looking at you, so you seek clear clarification.

“What’s going on here?” You ask.

Jungkook’s half-smile agitates you more than it should. Why the heck is he smiling?! But you breathe in through the nose, hoping for the forest’s scent to calm your nerves.

“Well,” he admits, “I guess I owe him one. ‘Cuz you were not supposed to tackle him.”

“Right!” Taehyung concurs.

“And you were not supposed to disappear!” Jungkook chimes in, pointing an accusatory finger at his friend. His voice is tinged with reproach. “You…”

“Guys,” you interject. What the fuck.

Jungkook sighs, full attention on you. You try your hardest to not look at the creepy crowd to your left, friends and acquaintances standing there as if they’re about to sacrifice you to a demon.

“He was supposed to lead you here, but somehow we didn’t manage to pull it through,” Jungkook says.

His words leave you pondering. You have not the darndest clue about what’s going on. So you ask, “We?”

“Your…” The assembled group draws near, a few of your friends holding various items. “Your paper.”

Huh…

They’re carrying indiscernible things. And a pie, and…

“Of course I remembered your paper, baby,” Jungkook declares.

Oh, wait. Is that what you think it is? Because if it is, then your instincts were entirely wrong today. Or the entire time since you received the news. Maybe you were just so out of your mind because of the general Halloween atmosphere?

What were you expecting… An axe murderer for real? Dammit…

No. It was much more obvious, yet impossible to figure out. This man. This man!

A wave of relief washes over you as you process his words. You think that now, you even understand what they’re all holding. Or what it’s for…

“So you weren’t…” You start.

You drift off, watching Jungkook shake his head. His response is heartfelt, his love and pride evident. He looks at you with infinite sweetness; but a lot of guilt, too.

“Jealous?” He finishes. “I’d be crazy to be. You’re part of me.”

His blinking is soft and the tongue licking his red lips shiny in the extremely faint starlight. You know he isn’t done yet, so you wait… Focus on the tingle on your skin.

“You are part of me,” he says again, “so I’ll celebrate any achievement of yours like it’s mine. And this was… is a huge fucking thing to happen for you.”

You feel your head tilt and the muscles in your face relax. Your lips move to a smile, parted to give way to the longest sigh known to humankind. But if you indulged in the cheesy interaction now, your friends would remind you of it every game night.

Which is why you get yourself together, postponing the screeching and second tackling to later when you’re alone again. You shake off some of the weakness he causes every day, and give into the urge to nudge teasingly.

“You’re such a jerk for scaring me like that.”

A playful grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, as typical as can be. “I needed to make it Halloween-themed, Pumpkin. I’m sorry, but you know I had to.”

Your initial scolding turns into a loving retort, “I hate you.”

But the banter is short-lived as you lose against the surge of emotions, your hand moving to push him lightly once again before immediately lifting to his collar. You capture it, pulling him close to you until his wide eyes close and your lips collide.

In the background, you hear an instant chorus of “Aww”s, but grunts, too. Among the cooing, you hear a mumbled speech about how you need to get a room, but you only react with a smile against his mouth. You kiss him deeper, tongues gently intermingling.

And just when the hand holding the back of your head slips to your lower back, pressing you into him, the shiver becomes unbearable. Emotions shoot through your body and down between your legs – so you stop.

For a couple seconds longer, you look at whatever you can see from his eyes in the dark, flashing a smile. He rounds his lips and releases air through them, a temptingly silent way to let you know that you affected him.

You ignore it for your mentality’s sake, moving away from him to look at your friends. You cough and gesture to the objects in their hands, asking, “What’s all this about?”

If you could see them, you’d probably see a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. Jin at least sounds like it as he beckons you closer with a nod, ready to reveal whatever they’ve orchestrated for you.

You already expected the answer to your question, but the wrapping confirms your assumption. Gifts. Quite a few of them, bigger and smaller. As you move from one to the other, they announce the objects before you’re able to rip the paper off.

A friend gifts you a Swarovski Crystalline pen for your “Super fancy notes as you do your super fancy research.” Reflects their support for your scholarly pursuits, you guess.

Jimin surprises you with an exclusive album by your favourite group. Then, a little plushie to destress whenever you need, along with a college survival guide and “Sociology for Dummies” – all by Jin. Of course.

And lastly, a Lord of the Rings Lego set that you’ve desired for super long, a group effort. It’s a labor of love, for sure. A collective endeavor by friends who united to make your dreams come true – but honestly, who scared you to death, too.

You don’t know how you make it out of the forest again, still reprimanding Taehyung and Jungkook on your way out. Granted, you did get lost as a group once, and then found your beloved streetlamps again ten minutes later.

The treasures secured in a bag, Jungkook places them on your couch with a long and deep sigh once you arrive home, calming down from today’s hours. The night seemed endless. Wouldn’t finish – and you’re exhausted beyond measure.

But even through your falling eyelids, you manage one more expressive glance, pure disbelief hiding in your gaze as you say, “I absolutely didn’t expect any of this.”

Jungkook is a true mirror to you. Equally worn out, he lets his head fall a little, one hand still in the pocket of his pants. He looks ridiculously attractive, fatigue or not. Curls of his longer hair hang in his eyes as he rubs them, the smile gentle despite the sinister make up.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he says, voice low and quiet. “To be honest, I kinda felt bad halfway through.”

Ah. Explains the guilty eyes and voice. The way he attempted to apologize and grew all shy and quiet before you threw Taehyung to the ground.

“Don’t. The plan almost worked, and my heartbeat is still intact.” You laugh, punching his arm lightly. “But… Don’t do shit like that again next year.”

“I can’t promise it. You know that.”

You roll your eyes, watching him try to walk away – and you might not have held him back and grasped the dress shirt at the elbow if…

Is that the window creaking?

You gasp, still more on the edge than you expected, and throw a peek over your shoulder. You moved a couple weeks ago – there’s no way your place is already making these sounds. Or maybe that’s the reason after all… You should get to renovating.

“Was that you, too?” You ask, leaning into him with a cocked eyebrow.

“It was not. How would I do that?” He promises. His words are accompanied by movements; he’s walking around the living room now, as if he’s looking for something. “I’m not a ghost. Just the Joker.”

“A sly one, though…”

You look to the window again as he crams around in the box under your table, and appropriate to the holiday, you detect a harmless raven, perched on the windowsill. The sight elicits a small chuckle – but you don’t hear a sound from Jungkook.

When you turn back to him, you understand why. He’s distracted, still crouching. Then he gets up with… An object in his hand. No, two. Not any you carried home just now, but much smaller, thinner. Paper?

Idly, he walks back to you, fingers adorned in tattooed letters holding two cards toward you. You look into his eyes, confused and seeking answers silently, but he only holds the objects closer to you, urging you to take them.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Read, and you’ll know.”

And when you oblige, you understand. Maybe the little celebration on the clearing didn’t quite end there. Because the inscription on the cards reveals that he put more thought into this than you knew.

The tiny party and group effort Lego set weren’t his only tokens of affection. The weekend getaway, resting in your hands and awaiting you next week, must be tonight’s finale. A prelude to the impending wave of tedious work.

“As an escape. Even for just a moment,” Jungkook explains, reaching forward. His hand settles on your cheek and pulls your face up, meeting your eyes. “Just you and me.”

To bask in serenity and rejuvenation, is that it? Just you and him…

“Really?” You wonder, eyes knitted together, lips pouting. You’re drowning in fondness.

“I wanna give you all the relaxation you need, in any way. Big things ahead after that.”

“I’m… You didn’t ha–”

You only get this far, because his lips steal your breath and halt your speech midway. His hand cradles your face, the other arm slinging around your body. The grip holds you tight against him, the heels of your feet almost lifting off the floor.

The kiss won’t stop. Continues deeper. You’re careful to not crumple and crease the cards he gave you, but still wrap your arms around his neck, pushing harder into him. And the tongue… Fuck, this tongue…

When he moves back reluctantly to catch air, he’s panting; and your breath falls against his cheeks just as hot. Your lips are damp, craving more, and you draw closer, trying to feel all of him. The muscles, the embrace, the growing pleasure behind his pants and…

But he lets go, leaves you standing and dizzy. With a wink, he lightly pinches your cheek, thumb brushing against it and suggests, “I’ll head off to freshen up.”

But. No.

You’re not ready to let the moment slip away, no matter how tired you are. So you pull him back again, a playful twinkle in your eyes as you quietly utter a request.

“Don’t take it off just yet.” You say, seeing the way his eyes light up. He understands right away. “Clean up together?”

He smiles. Waits with his answer, busy gripping your wrist as gently as he can before he locks his fingers with yours. He starts pulling you into the direction of the bathroom at snail's pace, reaching to hold both your hands, walking backwards, and causes one last hour-long shiver for the night.

“I really do love every time we save up on water, you know?”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 9 months

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not allowed xvii, m | jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The date of Jeon Jungkook's mandatory military service is drawing close. There's a heart-to-heart... following by fucking all three holes. What? That harsh training is easier to endure when Jungkook has nice memories of his girlfriend's sweet, sweet ass.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; JK and reader only; relationship talk; all the feels and heart eyes; smut (fem reader, all the kisses, nipple play, fingering [pussy + ass], f and m-receiving oral + face fucking, slight edging, anal doggy, vaginal penetrative sex, mentions of m-masturbation, multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time (before 2023.12.11) this is late but I can't not send off the bunbun :D

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday; 2022 Christmas, before YG's service

“Yoongi warned me.”

“Hm?”

He didn’t have much time left. But he made time for you. He had made your favorite food (crispy samgyeopsal, hehe), bought you a gift even though you didn’t want to accept them (ended up being Google Play gift cards, which you gladly accepted; however, they came with a stipulation – “you better buy all of my and SUGA-hyung’s in-game outfits with this”), and made you take off your shirt (???????) to yank one of his white Calvin Klein t-shirts over your head. You always refused physical items from him. After all, you didn’t date him for the money, plus you didn’t want anyone to notice that you had any lavish gifts. They would think you had a suga daddy or something.

Hehe.

“Noona, it’s a t-shirt. Most people can afford a Calvin Klein t-shirt. Why do you think I accepted the campaign?”

“So you could be shirtless for a reason?”

“Hey!”

“Hmm, all for ARMY, huh?”

“That includes you too, you know.”

You had grinned at Jeon Jungkook then and, just this once, you accepted his gifts. He had smiled back with those round cheeks, bright white teeth, sparkling eyes, and a newly bald head. It was a strange look to see him in, but he made it amusing, joking about it all night, not addressing the why even though you both knew the part of life that was yet to come. He puffed his chest, shirtless, and jokingly pumped up his muscles.

“You remind me of The Rock right now,” you quipped.

His head tilted in confusion. “Eh?”

You pulled up a photo of Dawyne Johnson. “I expect your biceps to be this big after eighteen months.”

“Woah! That’s impossible!”

“Just imagine ARMY’s faces when you show up at the first concert as buff as The Rock. Still bald,” you laughed good-naturedly, setting your phone down. “We gotta pick someone to People’s Elbow.”

“Seokjin-hyung would never agree.”

“You said it, not me.”

Jungkook was laughing with you. It slowly died out, your smile remaining, and he was smiling back. You had noticed this feeling all night. Something weighing on him even though he was trying to be as normal as possible. It suddenly occurred to you that you were in a unique position now. You always had to hide your true emotions about Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, staying silent until you were behind closed doors and only in their presence. After all, who would understand the love between you and two men, let alone two of the most talented and most famous world-class superstars of BTS? You could confide in no one. But now, everyone knew the timeline of their service to their country. It would not be strange for you to say out loud, in public, that you missed them being around.

It was…

Comforting.

Just knowing that you could say it out loud and people would likely say, me too, even if no one really knew what you truly meant.

Those big brown eyes searched your face. You smiled softly at him and didn’t back away, letting him find what he needed. You knew Jungkook wanted to say something, but you didn’t press for it. He would tell you on his own time. He was always like that.

“Yoongi warned me.”

You paused. “Hm?”

He came closer and held your shoulders. You looked up, seeing the infinite sky and the endless universe in those eyes. The strangest adjustment for you was not the hair but the lack of piercings. They had remained constant (or as constant as Jungkook had allowed, heh) even when his hair changed. He had removed all of them now, leaving only earrings in his lower earlobe that he would have to eventually have to remove too. Still, it was the same person looking back at you. No matter how many years passed, no matter how much his appearance changed, the pureness of his emotions always shone through those big peepers.

The original Magic Shop was that big heart of his, after all.

He made wishes come true all the time.

“I’m not… good at speaking or anything…” Jungkook mumbled, chewing the left side of his lower lip, exposing that familiar and well-loved underlip mole. He always started off with that. You didn’t interrupt even though you wanted to tell him he was always super obvious to read. Especially to you. “I… I wished I spent more time with you.”

You stilled, not expecting that. “Well, you know I understand–”

Jungkook smiled and shook you a little, telling you to shut up. You only did because of the faint sadness in his expression. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung warned me about. That you would understand. That you would always understand, no matter what. But, still… I know, I spent a lot of this year working on my album and flying to places and trying new things and recording content I knew ARMY would like. I really wanted to prepare stuff everyone could enjoy while we were gone.”

You chuckled. “Am I not included in that? You just said so earlier.”

He stubbornly shook his head. “You are different, noona. There are not enough hours for all the time I want to spend with you.”

You waited for him to look back to you again. He looked apologetic. He had run out of time. There was no one more time. But he never needed to give you more. You had always been grateful for every second, every minute, every hour that he gave you.

“Any time with you is enough for me, Jungkook.”

He held you tight.

“But it’s not enough for me.”

He was holding onto your shoulders very firmly. You could tell he did not want to cry. You gave him a moment to breathe. He blinked hard and swallowed, letting out a heavy exhale, expansive eyes full of glistening stars.

“I know you’ll be fine, noona.”

He tiled his head down, leaning his forehead against yours, and there were no shadows of his hair, just soft warm light all around.

“I have saved thousands of photos,” you murmured, and he cracked a smile. “And I’ll definitely still see your face all over Korea. I won’t be able to escape you, I promise.”

He stared into your eyes.

“You’re the strongest person I know.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in, imprinting Jungkook’s clean scent into your memory.

“Even stronger than Yoongi,” he whispered, and you imprinted his voice into your memory too, even though you already had many of his words archived already.

“Don’t let him know you said that,” you whispered back. “He’ll get sulky.”

His breath trembled against your lips.

“But I won’t be fine knowing I should have done more.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, hooking your hands behind his shoulders.

“There is no should here. And you are stronger than you know. You’ll be golden, my love.”

You used to only use that for Yoongi. You both mostly hated pet names. Somehow, my love snuck its way in there. It was never used lightly. There was weight to it. And now you used it for Jungkook, in the same tone, with the same softness. My love. Every time you felt him shiver and hold you tighter. Tilted his head to close the distance. You kissed him back, letting it linger, letting it take shape as a core memory. You let him be the one to break it. You let him take one of your hands and hold it up to his, palm to palm, fingertips touching.

He looked down at your joined touch for a moment.

At the same time, your fingers and his fingers curled forward and interlocked.

“Hyung and I are lucky to have you.”

“Dunno, sometimes my jokes aren’t smooth like butter.”

Jungkook squeezed your hand tighter, chuckling lightly. “You know what I mean, noona.”

“Do I?”

Then he surprised you.

“I’ve never heard you complain about your situation even though you had every reason and every chance to.”

He had noticed.

He really is growing up, huh?

“There’s nothing I need to complain about. I’m pretty lucky, I think,” you hummed.

“With adamant-almost-insufferable personality SUGA-hyung and very-difficult-to-handle Jungkookie?”

They were light-hearted words but the way he said it was not so. His tone indicated this was something spoken about between them. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you preferred it. Not only did they have complimentary personalities but they had someone who understood their unique situation well. But you also understood the apprehension. They had expressed it before.

“You two are my favorite challenges,” you chuckled, rubbing your nose against Jungkook’s. “Life is too boring without you.”

It had probably been a bad decision back then. After all, the agency was against Min Yoongi and you dating from the start, telling him repeatedly that romantic relationships were not allowed. But with youth and stubborn personalities came resilience. And becoming really good at lying to authority. Whoops. The agency both had to low-key accept what was going on and slowly relaxed over time. But life had other ideas to make your love life even more unconventional. And hectic.

(And loud. Jeon Jungkook was very loud.)

Of course, life was hard, but every life was. In fact, maybe challenge was the wrong word as it had possible negative connotations. The odd hours, the lost sleep, the sneaking around, the no-gifts rule, the creative dates behind closed doors – these things were a small price to pay in the light of the unbreakable connections you had between Yoongi and Jungkook.

Not one red line of fate, but two.

One silver.

One golden.

Jungkook held your face in his hands.

“ARMY is the reason I live, but you are the reason I know my heart is always safe.”

You tried not to wince and shifted your eyes from side to side. Eerily similar to a certain someone. Hard to tell if it was a habit that you picked up from Yoongi or one he had picked up from you. You could tell Jungkook was being sincere, but it was still a dramatic cheesy compliment that you weren’t used to accepting. He laughed and deliberately peppered theatrical smooches all over your face that you tried to squirm away from, successfully breaking away and starting a chase throughout his home where he would catch you and pick you up to yell that he loved you straight into your ear, followed by a kissing frenzy. You would temporarily lose hearing and wiggle away to start the cycle all over again, knowing full well that you couldn’t run faster than him. Maybe something to think about for the new year.

In those moments, everything was perfect.

In those moments, the world was only you and him.

In those moments, no one could break the wholeness between you and him.

No one but time.

You both tumbled into his bed, laughing, childish, holding onto each other. Somehow, your hand landed on his waist and his ended up in your hair, playing with it, and Jungkook asked you how you did it.

“Do what?” you teased with a smirk.

“I sometimes think about if I could love someone else, but I really can’t,” Jungkook frowned, running his fingertips over your temple. “I just get obsessed and can’t stop.”

“Oh, I know.”

Everyone knew that, keke.

“I got jealous of hyung, really,” he admitted. “Not only because he had you, but because it seemed to work so well. And then it turns out that you guys really are perfect.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not perfect–”

“It made me love you even more,” Jungkook continued, talking over you. “You pair with him so well. You pair with me well. You’ve always listened to me. Really paid attention. You know what I want before I say anything. You sometimes even know how I feel before I know. You know everything.”

“I definitely don’t know everything,” you scoffed. “Stop making stuff up.”

“And you never get mad at me.”

You shrugged. “The trick is to always be mad.”

“Hey!”

You grinned. Softened a bit when you saw his narrowed eyes and pout.

“Life’s too short to be mad at you.”

Jungkook’s expression changed at your words.

“When you’re young, you think you have all the time in the world, but that’s not true,” you sighed, remembering how it was. “Time is finite. Why waste it letting things pile up and be resentful? It is better to know yourself, to articulate how you feel, and to approach problems with confidence that you can solve them. There are things people can do and things people can’t. Even if… Even if things don’t work out tomorrow, I will have lived knowing I did what made me happy and knowing I did everything I could to make you happy.”

You squeezed his waist and exhaled softly.

“Maybe I can’t do that forever. But is that a reason to stop? I don’t think so. So what if people think it’s wrong? So what if people don’t believe in my heart? So what if they think it can’t be done? Wrongness is not as easy to define as people would like it to be. I only need you and Yoongi to believe in my heart for it to be true, and my toxic trait has always been that I think I can do anything, hah…”

A year and a half was a short time. And a long time, perhaps, but dedication and loyalty were always the foundation you built these precious feelings on. Maybe it wasn’t very romantic to rely on your stubbornness to stay in love, but it did help keep promises.

“You ask me, how do I do it?”

You had hesitated in the beginning not for your sake, but theirs. It was hard to live complicated. It was harder to love in a complicated way. It was impossible made possible through sheer determination, and maybe everything would become more impossible in the future, but it would be disingenuous to right now if you let those worries consume you, and it was important to you for your love to know that every moment with them was never taken for granted. As long as you made that promise, you would spare no expense.

The only way to do that was to, of course, live like that.

“I love you because I want to, with everything I have. And I will never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.”

Jungkook stared at you with awe.

“You’re so cool, noona.”

You half-smiled. Not denying it. “Can you tell Yoongi that so he stops disagreeing with me?”

He grinned mischievously. “He actually thinks you’re really cool too, but he didn’t want me to tell you that.”

“That punk–”

Words fell away. You wouldn’t say the conversation was surprising, but you hadn’t expected that level of depth. You appreciated it. Maybe it had been Yoongi’s idea, but it had been up to Jungkook to vocalize it. You understood that it meant a lot to him who thought he wasn’t elegant in his communication. He didn’t have to worry though. You could feel his sincerity in other ways. In the way he looked at you, turning to lift himself over your body, fitting his hand over your wrist above your head. You shifted to be on your back, looking back with a playful smile. In the way he leaned in and kissed you. In the way his free hand grazed the hem of the t-shirt and slid over your skin.

He showed rather than told.

So show me.

You felt him whimper into the kiss as your tongue slid against his. Felt the shiver of desire as his thumb grazed over your nipple and his fingers close in around your breast. You smiled against his lips. Nothing had changed since the first time. Jungkook still touched you with the same earnestness, the same unflinching lust, pushing away your clothes with the same frustration, as if they personally offended him by existing. But he was different too, savoring the moment, letting his hot exhale wash over you, kissing down your neck in the way you liked, sliding his arms under you so he could dig his short nails into your back and make your spine arc and your chest press against his, his teeth biting into the curve of your shoulder and sucking hard.

You gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly.

His forearms tensed against your back, kissing back up to your ear and biting down just under it, leaving his marks on your skin, your pulse thundering under his devouring lips.

Good thing winter called for turtlenecks and scarves.

You looked down at him when Jungkook scooted back and licked up the center of your torso, slow and dripping saliva, feeling the heat and wetness and possessiveness in the action, opening his eyes slowly as he lifted his head from your cleavage, those brown irises dark and heavy with desire.

“The baldness makes it feel like I’m sexing up a stranger,” you admitted with a snicker.

He glared. “Shuddup. I’m tryin’ to be sexy here.” His Busan satoori came out more when he was done with your bullshit.

“Keep trying. It’s fun,” you cheerfully remarked.

What?

It was fun to annoy him. It worked too, for his anxious need to make this a perfect moment dropped and was superseded by raw emotion and carnal need. He dropped his head and worked his mouth all over your breasts. Lips, tongue, teeth. Your breath caught in your throat, back arching, sparks over your skin, and his arms pulled out from under you. He gripped your thighs, curling his tongue around your hard nipples and making you moan from his mouth. Flaring his tongue over one, pushing it around, sucking, then moving to the other, sinking his fingers into your thighs, groaning as your hands encircled his head and pushed him closer, more, your head pressed to the soft pillows he always brought out when you stayed over.

Jungkook’s usual sleeping pillow was not optimal for fucking.

Facts were facts.

(You still didn’t understand how he was comfortable on that cylinder but he was one of the seven wonders of the world. The other six being the rest of BTS, of course.)

It was never about what, but how.

It was never about who he was, but about who he was with you.

He kissed up your collarbones, leaving your skin tingling with the strange sensation of missing lip rings. His fingers dipping inwards, your thumbs prickled by his short hair, and your eyes connected as his fingertips slipped under your panties, stroking your wet slit, shuddering as he felt your heat while basking in the heat of your gaze, stilling your inhale.

The moment settled into memory.

Burned.

He pushed two fingers inside you and your moans were cut off by his lips, roughly kissing you as your hips rose and your pussy locked around him, closing your eyes to turn low-lit reality into a continuous dream. One of your hands sliding down and into his pants, cupping your palm around his erection still constricted by his boxer briefs. Creating a rhythm, his fingers pushing in, your erratic breath making his, rubbing his hardness with each wave of pleasure, feeling the fervor build between bodies, layer by layer, the physicality becoming more intense with the depth of emotion, deeper, his cock throbbing under your touch, catching his tongue, feeling his saliva mix with yours and trickle down your throat.

Pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being.

“J… Jungkook…”

He ducked his head, your hand falling out of his pants, but your protest was cut off by the overwhelming ecstasy of his lips around your nipple once again, flicking it with his tongue, fucking you with more force, and your hips matched his pace, your head tipping back, throat exposed to the air, unafraid, moaning to the ceiling, close, closer, there.

Gasping sharply, and your walls clenched around his fingers, spasming, the heavy and sweet scent of sex bursting into the air, coating his fingers, sticking to your thighs, racing electricity up your stomach and into your lungs, the orgasm leaving you shockingly breathless.

Then your eyes rolled up into your head when Jungkook pushed himself down the bed, peeling your soaked panties down your legs, and he shoved his face between your legs, moaning hotly when his tongue met slick skin, your hands immediately gripping the sheets, your hips bucking into his face, ravenous for the sensation of circling tongue and soft lips, your eyelids fluttering as your swollen clit pulsed against wet muscle.

“F-Fuck…”

It wasn’t elegant but it felt fucking good. Your legs hooked around his shoulders and Jungkook lifted your lower body, his strong hands squeezing your ass, thumbs pressing in and spreading out your holes to give his greedy mouth more access while your thighs suffocated him, your palm pushing down on the crown of his head, shuddering as his tongue circled your trembling pussy.

He sucked up your cum.

Eyes opening and directly looking up at you.

You dug your fingertips into his head and fucked his face.

His eyes rolled back and he thrust his tongue into you, moaning again into your wet heat as you flexed around it, and then he shoved his thumb into your tight ass. Thankfully you had come prepared (and knowing him too well), so it didn’t surprise you, although you were a bit amused at his audacity. It was easy to forget about though, especially when his lips sealed around your clit, licking fervently. His thumb began to push in and out, in, out, his muffled groans vibrating through your core, fingering your ass while sucking your engorged clit. You would think he wouldn’t dare without checking with you first. Then again, he told you all the time to let him in your ass.

He was lucky you had foresight.

He was also right, though, because clearly you were letting him do whatever he wanted and enjoying it.

Hah.

You came again, hard, all the blood rushing to your head and gasping for air.

“Oh? It’s clean.”

“Yeah, something told me you’d try and go for the ass tonight,” you chuckled between pants, only to lose all breath once more as Jungkook planted his knee above your shoulder, mysteriously missing pants and underwear somehow (the spedy efficiency he was capable of when horny was remarkable), pushing down the dark red head of his stiff cock onto your open mouth, shifting his leg as you expertly adjusted your hair out of the way.

You raised an eyebrow at him but all Jungkook did was throw his head back and moan as your tongue wrapped around his girth, molding your mouth around him. His hips flicked forward, and you had the angle, swallowing him deep in your throat, deep enough for your lips to press against the base, his balls smacking into your chin. The tip of your tongue slid out and licked them. He groaned, low and erotic, slowly fucking your face, his pitch hiking as your tongue ran up to the thin skin under the head and down to his balls, smoothly not missing a beat as he dictated the pace. He didn’t touch your head, giving you the chance to move away if it was too much, but he didn’t have to worry. He was getting harder and thicker with this steady pace, his length twitching wildly between your lips, giving you all the control in the world, tilting your head to keep it at the perfect angle, curling your tongue to the underside of his cock to press it to the roof of your mouth and down your throat, anchoring yourself with your hands clutching his hard thighs, his girth stretching you out.

A desperate whine above you and he slowed, almost to full stop.

“N-No… w-wait…”

You calmly continued to move your head back and forth, leisurely, your lips pressed against the base of the head, licking around and around, flaring the slit with the tip of your tongue, his strong flavor invading your taste buds.

His hips nearly buckled and Jungkook cried out, tapping your upper arm hurriedly.

“I… I w-want to fuck your ass…”

Oh.

So that was why he wanted to be as hard as possible.

“You act like I’m gonna let you do anything you want,” you fake complained, choosing to roll onto your elbows after he backed up. Hey, you were going to picking the position here, even if you were succumbing to all his wants. Once again you guessed right. You looked back to see sweat glistening on Jungkook’s collarbones and his wide eyes honed in onto your perky round ass bouncing in the air, on your knees with your chest against the mattress. He carelessly dumped the hand towel back onto the nightstand and ripped open the condom, oblivious to you witnessing his hard dick bobbing up and down in the air as he climbed back onto the bed.

This guy was spacing out staring at your butt.

“Hey, I’m still here,” you joked.

“Uh huh,” was his distracted reply.

You turned back to face forward as his expression disappeared behind you, half-amused but not offended by his one-track mind. You figured he was busy carefully rolling down the condom until you felt his thumb once again press into your tight ring of muscle and heard him moan as he sank inside.

Um.

“Fuck, it’s so tight and so soft inside you…”

While you appreciated his complimenting observations, some warning would have been nice, but, then again, who cared about that, certainly not you as you gripped his sheets and survived on shallow breath and the repeated shallow fullness, in, out, in, out, this time using more force and stretching you out, acutely aware of Jungkook watching your body’s reaction in fascination, his rough pants deepening, hauling himself up.

Forget it.

You didn’t want any warning.

He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his cock, bottoming out right away.

You clenched your jaw and felt your core tighten involuntarily, his wanton moan striking the air, somehow remembering not to move for a second despite you knowing that he desperately wanted to, his entire body trembling as he gripped your hips. There was a dull ache, of course. His fully hard cock was a lot bigger than a finger, but you knew what was about to happen, experience helping you relax, and then you snapped your ass into his crotch.

Which meant, fuck me.

Pussy dripping, ass full, face down into the sheets that smelled just like him, you pushing back as he thrust into you, any pain fading into a heady euphoric state that was inescapable, overwhelming, unforgettable, his grasp imprinted onto your skin, loud smacks melting into the air filled with your joined, unashamed moans, both giving pleasure as much as receiving it. Sensations piling on sensations, everything you wanted and more. Everything he wanted and more, fuck, I love your ass, probably because you didn’t have as much control over him as you did with your pussy, damn, maybe he was smarter than you thought, gasping as you dropped your torso lower to give his cock a more comfortable angle.

“N-Not fair, y-you can’t go low like that…”

You would have replied, oh yes I can, but you were face-first into his bed getting fucked in the ass, being pounded so hard that even your thighs were shaking, so you only focused on what little breathing you could do, although you did evilly snicker in between thin inhales.

You heard a disapproving huff behind you.

Oop, he heard you.

His grip on your hips tightened and you barely had time to gasp before he slammed into you, deliberate and rough and focusing on giving it to you as hard as he could without cumming too fast. You could tell because his noises were turning into stifled grunts, probably biting down on his lower lip, but then again there wasn’t much you could do to go against what you enjoyed most. Pure, intense fucking, digging the base of your palms into his mattress and throwing your head back, driven by his pace and the rapturous passion, your leaking pussy throbbing with need, filled up in other ways, pulse roaring in your ears and pushed to the brink of tension, deep inside, his name tumbling from your mouth, drawn-out and shaken, your core clenching, adrenaline striking to a feverish high.

Jungkook choked on your name, losing control faster than he could speak.

He came hard and with a tangible jerk that you could feel, even within you, and the thought and sensation sent you over the edge, burying your face into the pillows and letting out a wanton string of curses, powerful pulsations shuddering up your spine, so intense it was nearly an out-of-body experience, heart beating so hard and so fast that you felt like it was going to leap out of your throat.

Well, shit.

Maybe your age was catching up to you.

No time to worry about that though, because the most awkward sound came out of you after Jungkook pulled out with a shuddering gasp.

“Uh…”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

You shot him a look.

Jungkook was sweaty, panting, and pointedly stared back at you, brows furrowed and eyes big, very serious and twice as defiant. “What?! I don’t give a fuck. It means I fucked you so well your body can’t help it but make embarrassing noises.”

…

You were speechless.

Well, he was kind of right and also kind of wrong (gravity and displacement and other various scientific explanations), and strangely sweet for not making you feel bad about it, but also… what the fuck? How are you supposed to respond to that? You gawked at him, scooting to the edge of the bed, intending to leave as he peeled off the used condom and threw it in the trash, but then he blocked you and pushed you back down, unmoving hand on your stomach.

“Um…”

Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t say you could go,” Jungkook huffed, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t asking for permission–”

His hard dick smacked your thigh, smearing the remnants of lube and cum onto your skin.

“Hey!”

Then you realized he was holding up another condom in his free hand. Menacingly. Er, would be if he wasn’t so cute. You raised your eyebrows at his stern face, not intimidated in the slightest, but apparently Jungkook didn’t care.

“I want to feel all three of your holes before I go serve my country.”

You blinked slowly.

Was this guy for real?

“Ah, hmmm, I mean I would have let you even without that milestone – woah!”

Despite your (pretend) protests, you weren’t opposed to the back-to-back-to-back nature of each hole being used. Impressed, even, that he planned(?) this, willingly letting yourself be yanked to the edge of the bed with your legs open and propping yourself onto your elbows to watch him roll down the condom on his once-again hard cock. Driven by his insatiable horniness (relatable). You then looked back up to his face, trying not smirk at how sweaty he was.

Failing, obviously.

Jungkook lined up and then glanced at you, realizing your attention on him.

His gaze darkened, turning sly.

“Don’t look so smug, noona.”

“Who, me–?”

Then you choked on your words as he thrust into you with one swift stroke. Unlike your ass, Jungkook knew he didn’t have to wait with your pussy – you had already cum twice and truly loved the tightness that you gripped him with – so he lifted one of your legs and pressed it to his chest, snapping his hips into you over and over, looking down at you. Your body reacted accordingly, back arching, arms outstretched and clawing at the sheets, shallow breath, heatedly staring back at him.

There was a very brief power struggle in which both of you tried to silently assert dominance.

Brief because suddenly neither of you gave a shit. Too lost in the lust. Your other leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and Jungkook fell forward, catching himself with his right hand and still clutching your leg, fucking you harder. Locking eyes. The love in them so real that they glistened, and you held onto his arm tightly, your touch alone reminding him you were always with him, bodies moving in unison, breathless and sharing oxygen, the corner of your lips rising.

Jungkook smiled back.

It would have been chaste if he wasn’t ramming you into the edge of his bed.

His inhale caught and so did yours, realizing you must have shifted your hips slightly, making the angle suddenly perfect, right there, that depth he loved and that spot that scattered all your thoughts, trapping you and him in entangled limbs, chasing the tightness, the heat, the physical overtaking everything. So hard, so solid, his taste still lingering on your tongue, his lips gasping your name, your walls squeezing his length and drawing him in, closer, fuck, I love you, his sweat sticking to your thigh and calf, I love you too, o-oh, you feel so fucking good, and you lifted your body as much as you could to meet his and Jungkook pressed down, his heavy body burning with passion, wanting to feel more too.

You shuddered and your head tipped back.

He groaned, gravelly and hoarse, smacking his hips into your throbbing pussy, and you felt his orgasm after your own, maybe even stronger than before, his cock twitching in your constricting, flinching inner walls, strongly massaging him through his high, digging your nails into his tattooed forearm and hoping no one would notice the marks. Wave after uncontrollable wave, closing your eyes to savor it, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sex and sweat.

The afterglow lingered.

Jungkook rested his forehead on your breasts, gasping for air.

You ran your fingers over his fuzzy head, breathing heavy and slowing back down to normal. Hm. Somewhat therapeutic, to be honest. You still preferred his longer hair but he pulled off the egg cut better than most. Probably because he had the cutest face ever.

“Your pussy is too good,” he mumbled.

“You lasted pretty long.”

“Not long enough,” he complained to your tits. “Let’s go again.”

“I really need to clean up. We can go again after.”

“Okay, then I’ll just follow you and jack off while you’re cleaning up.”

“That isn’t awkward at all.”

“Why would it be awkward? You look the best naked. My eyeballs and dick have to soak in every second of it.”

“… You do realize you have vacation days, right?”

But, of course, you let him do whatever he wanted, because he was Jeon Jungkook and you could never deny him. Ah, such is life. Hard, but apparently not as hard as his dick was for you.

“That’s really impressive.”

“What? You make me horny! I’m gonna go until I or he literally passes out from exhaustion.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, noona.”

Welp.

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jungkookstatts · 10 months

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Big fan of your work! Since requests are open I was wondering if you may do a jk smut “holy sh*t i think you got ME pregnant” riding and complete eagerness for jk 🫣

[Summary]: Jungkook is a little too obsessed with the idea of making you his. About making you both his wife and the mother of his kids.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Established Relationship AU, Pre-Fiances(?) AU

[Rating]: 18+ literally just sex, oral (m receiving), doggy, spitting, choking, ass slapping, hair grabbing, creampie, cockwarming, impreg kink, dom jk, sub reader, literally just vile I'm sorry

[Word Count]: 2,016

[A/N]: This literally took me almost 4 months, I apologize deeply. I also wrote it and then reread your ask and realized I didn't really follow it too much ㅠㅠ I am sorry I hope you still like it. My mind just went "woo-woo sex!!"

Your boyfriend is a big brat. Sometimes, even a bigger brat than you.

This all started because he was being a big cunt driving you home from your date. He took you out to a fancy restaurant for your 3-year anniversary, but for some reason, he was being a complete prick all the way home. Something about how you looked at the waiter a certain way and he didn’t like it.

So now here you are, your silk dress thrown somewhere on his bedroom floor, and your panties ripped down the middle. He’s naked and rock-hard in front of you, looking down at you on display on his sheets.

“You think it’s funny, huh?” your boyfriend smirks, his tongue coming out to lick at his lip piercing.

“I mean, yeah, a little,” you laugh. He’s so pent up, so overworked over nothing. You literally want to marry this man — he has nothing to worry about. It’s funny, but you’re also extremely turned on. Jungkook mad and jealous, is a huge, dangerous combination you can’t help but bend at the knees over in the bedroom.

His eyebrows knit together angrily as he pushes your legs up, his cold fingers sliding up your folds.

“A-ah,” you gasp, wiping the laugh off your face. His long fingers play with you, sliding and circling your juices between your folds.

“Not so funny now, is it?” he chuckles. He inserts a finger into you, and you grab onto his wrist in a useless attempt to calm him down for a moment. But he takes your wrist on his own, pinning it against the bedsheets next to your head. “Am I a joke, hm?” he whispers against your neck. “You think it’s funny to look at other men when I take you out?”

“N-No, Kook,” you swear. “I only look at you.”

“Damn right you do,” he bites your neck harshly, causing you to arch your back into his chest. You know for a fact you’re going to be purple and blue tomorrow. “You’ve got a smart mouth, Y/n,” he smiles against your ear. “Let me fix it for you.”

“K-Kook,” you whine, knowing where this is going.

“Get up,” he demands. You feel your pussy tremble at the look in his eyes. He’s going to torture the shit out of you, and you couldn’t be more excited and scared at the same time.

Your boyfriend sits down at the edge of his bed, spreading his legs and pointing to the space on the ground in between them for you. You fall onto your knees, sliding your hands up his thighs until they’re inches from his swollen cock. He’s so hard — it almost looks painful. But he looks down at you with hooded eyes, smiling devilishly at the events to come.

“Suck it,” he demands. And you do.

With your small hands wrapped around his cock, you give him a test pump before licking a long stripe from base to tip. The sensation has his head falling back, and you feel yourself dripping onto the floor at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing from pleasure. You put him into your mouth, your tongue flattening against his frenulum so deliciously, that he grabs your hair in his fist and pushes you down further. The action causes you to gag, not ready for the sudden change in pace. But you accept it graciously, adjusting to his length in your mouth as you move with the pace his hand on your hair sets for you.

It’s always hard to adjust to him. You hate to admit it, but your big-brat boyfriend has a big-brat cock. You don’t think in the three years you’ve dated him you’ve been able to call yourself “used” to his size. But he likes it rough. He warned you when you said you didn’t like rough sex all those years ago that he’d change your mind. And boy, has he. You’re an absolute slut for this man, and he gets a tiny ego boost every time you submit yourself to him like this.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes you.

You bob your head onto him, looking up at him with your full mouth, eyes watery and big. He almost cums at the sight, pushing you off for a moment to compose himself.

You come off with a pop, a messy line of spit connecting your mouth to his dick.

He grabs your jaw with his palm, his thumb jutting into your mouth. You take his thumb in your hand, enclosing it around your lips and sucking on it just as you sucked his dick.

“Open,” he demands again. You do, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out. Your boyfriend leans forward, taking your chin in his fingertips, and spits into your mouth. You smile, giggling with a mouth full of his spit when he slightly sits back, looking at all of you. He was about to say something, but you lean into him, taking his dick into your mouth again and sucking him harder and faster.

“A-ah-Y/n,” he moans quietly, although his grip on your hair returns harshly. “Ffuckkk—hah.”

He nearly laughs at the pleasure; you’re so perfect for him it’s funny. You know every single one of his pleasures, and he knows you do when you begin to play with the skin between his balls and cock as you fuck him with your mouth. The sensation has him pulling you off his cock again for good, himself on the edge of release.

“Get on the bed,” he pants.

“How?” you ask, resting your hands on his thighs. He leans forward again, but this time his hand comes around your neck, choking you a little more harshly than you expected. Your eyes search for him, completely lust-filled and intense.

“How I like you best,” he whispers against your lips. You lean in to kiss him, but he pulls away, teasing you in the most evil way possible.

You pout, but get up on your feet and lay down front-first against the sheets. You feel him come up behind you, touching the back of your thighs softly, gliding his hands up your skin until they meet the round of your ass. You listen to him moan softly as he spreads them apart, taking a good look at your swollen, dripping cunt.

“God, you’re so wet,” he nearly whines. “You gonna let me knock you up, sweetheart?”

“Mmhm,” you whine. The anticipation of his cock inside of you is getting too intense, and you wiggle your ass at him in an attempt to get him to get a move on. But he only slaps your ass hard, surely leaving a handprint. You gasp sharply, toes curling at the surprise.

“Fuck, I want to put a baby in you so bad,” he slaps your ass again. “Wanna show everyone how swollen I’ve made you. That you’re carrying my baby because you’re my girl.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasp as he lands a third harsh slap on your ass. You almost feel like you might cum — he’s always hinted at wanting kids with you, but hasn’t really brought it to the bedroom. It’s hot, to say the very least. That, and the combination of his big hand slapping your ass.

“No one would question you’re mine,” he grabs your hips, pulling them up into the air where he situates the tip of his dick against your cunt. “You’d be too busy having my babies to give anyone else a glance other than me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he’s already pushing inside of you, stretching you so well like how he always does. You fold your arms in the space above your head, arching your back into him as he slowly bottoms out. This position always allows his cock to kiss your cervix so delicately, you squirm knowing he’s going to pump you so good once he’s finished.

“Fuck,” he spits, panting at the sheer feeling of your walls around him. “Y-You good?”

You just moan against his pillows, nodding your head as you push your hips back, slipping further into him than you were before. Jungkook grabs your hips tightly, pressing his fingertips harshly into your skin as he pulls out and slams back in with force. You moan loudly into the fabric, but Jungkook pays you no mind, pushing your head further into the sheets as he fucks you like a demon.

His hips slap against yours, and you find yourself coming undone within minutes of his torture on you. The man behind you only laughs, his thrusts becoming harder, trying to push past the absolute grip you have on his cock from your orgasm.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, head lulling back in disbelief. “You’re all mine,” he grabs your ass harshly before landing another slap onto it. “Say it, Y/n. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”

“Koo,” you tremble, completely overstimulated from your orgasm.

“Dammit,” he grips your hair in his fist, forcing you to look up. His body looms over yours, his breath tickling your ear as he demands again, “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Koo,” you whine. “I’m all yours; only yours.”

He grunts in your ear at your words, dick slightly twitching inside of you. The way you say his name sounds so sweet. He never wants to hear his name from another pair of lips. It only sounds right when it’s coming from you. The thought of you being his forever, of the diamond ring sitting in the top drawer of his closet wardrobe, looms over him. God, he can’t wait. He’s so eager and so very impatient. He wants you, he wants you as his — as his wife and the mother of his children — so badly, he can almost taste it. He wants to be your husband already.

“Fuck, dammit,” he curses, head resting against the back of your shoulder. He still fucks into you, hips unrelenting and only quickening with the orgasm he denied of himself just a while ago while you were sucking him off looming over his head. “M’ gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” you permit him. Your voice sounds like honey in his ears, and you find yourself cumming for a second time when his thick, hot ropes spill into you. It’s so much — his sweet voice filling your ear as pleasure takes over his body, the way his cum pumps into you filling you with so much of him you feel so full and used.

“A-ah, Y/n,” he says softly, kissing your shoulder with wet, soft kisses. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

“I love you,” you respond as your knees give out on you. He simply falls on top of you, letting you lie down with his cock buried deep inside of you. He plugs you up, even though he’s softening slowly by the minute.

“I love you, too,” he smiles.

“I think you might have gotten me pregnant,” you slightly turn your head toward him. Your boyfriend comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he smiles gently.

“You’re fine with that?” you ask him, a little surprised.

“Yeah,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “I want like…an entire army of children with you, so I’m completely fine with that idea.”

“I’m not having more than two kids,” you scoff.

He simply looks at you with his bunny eyes, feeling embarrassed by his eagerness.

“Maybe three, but that is pushing it,” you change your mind. Fuck, this man has you wrapped around his finger.

“Regardless, I’m gonna make you mine,” he says surely, turning you on his back.

“I am yours,” you confirm as you push the hair out of his face.

“Officially,” he corrects you.

You don’t even have to ask what he means by that when he stares at your ring finger gently before kissing you into the pillows, the hand on your waist slowly tracing circles on your lower stomach with his thumb.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

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graysnetwork · 1 year

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Ik no one asked but I wanna see if anyone else thinks abt what Keegan would look like

Preferably with hair😊

Jk I love him and all but I like to think of him when he’s young and not necessarily in the military, like what he would look like.

First off

He has black hair, I like to think he would leave his hair messy, he doesn’t style it an any way but if he has too, he will

U Can js search up messy black hair guy idk but that’s basically what u think

But he would keep it short

Cuz he got them beautiful blue orbs LMFAO😭

Nah but he knows they’re nice and pretty bcuz ppl tell him, and he wants to get compliments sometimes

Keegan has rosy cheeks!!!

I think he’d look like such tomato in the sun (me fr)

Maybe has rocea but he never asked his mother or his doctor about it

He’d obviously not big but he probably does go to the gym, he can totally rock abs or a tummy (😋)

Anyways

But he probably has abs out of his choice of wanting to look scrumptious

don’t even get me started on facial hair

Okay get me started 😌

He shaves everyday but Ik he got a stubble (he’s my hubby I gotta know these things)

He prolly get facial hair a little later in life or he just waxed that damn mustache cuz he looks clean af

If you like the facial hair, he’s keeping it 100%

But he’d never let it grow a lot cuz he don’t like it looking so outgrown

Oh and he has clear skin but he has sensitive skin that he’s been workin on since freshman year

(We love a skin care king😌)

Now I want to put in some head-cannons for him in general (idk if there’s like a back story for him but THESR ARE HEAD CANNONS SO ITS WTV)

I have an imagination obviously so I thought he would have three other siblings

An older brother, him, a sister, and another brother

That js sounds right yk

He’s moms boy, but I think the minute he was in high school he got really close with his dad and he definitely started drinking at 19 with his dads permission

His mom probably made him the best option in high school

Like she would just teach him so many things, and how to be the most respectful guy ever, girls were definitely in love with him

But he’s also the flirty type that makes jokes to try and get closer with people

But he’s also quiet so his friends would most definitely make him go up to people

Keegan played sports alright, no changing my mind

He played football, Fútbol (soccer wtv), baseball

So he was really well rounded with sports and liked the whole feeling of winning.

He probably went to a university with a full ride scholarship for one of his sports

And then he left when he was recruited

Also I was wondering what I had forgot but I finally remembered

And I believe this has gotta be cannon

He listens to Taste by Tyga and Offset

Cuz there’s no way he doesn’t listen to it during workouts

Like yes new York loves the taste and so does LA

(He also like Go Loko)

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH CAN U TELL??

But if y’all wanna say smtg diff, Fr tell me I would like to know what u guys think Keegan looks like

ALSO WHY IS CHARACTER AI DOWN TODAY 😭😭

#imagines #call of duty #oneshot #keegan p russ #call of duty keegan #cod keegan #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan russ smut

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starshower1215 · 2 months

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Detective Hange Zoë (with team Erwin and Levi)

She smokes a pipe like Sherlock Holmes and dresses in a trenchcoat of the similar style. Unlike Sherlock, she wears it in her Hange style of draping it over her shoulders

Saxophone music. Blues. I do not need to elaborate.

There are two newspaper-boy style hats (called cabbie hats specifically): the one for men (it is flat) and one for women (it is puffy). Hange has donned both.

She is perfect for being a spy. She can enter a bar to listen in on conversation in a sleek dress, hair down, and then follow the informant home under a different disguise, dressed in a suit, her hair done as usual, and she would pull off both disguises.

Erwin is part of her team, and he has a very grand selection of golden, bronze, copper, elegant watches. He likes to switch. He and Hange are the brains.

Levi is part of her team, and he isn't good at not looking suspicious or threatening, so he generally works as The Guy who stalks the informant [stealthily] home and murders him. Oddly enough, as the clean freak of the group, he is the one getting his hands dirty.

For a change of pace, Erwin is also comedic relief. The trio may have someone cornered, and Levi may be about to stone the man, but Erwin will still make a lame pun and/or dad joke about the victim being between a rock and a hard place, with a completely straight face that only Levi and Hange can read as amused, and Hange will go bonkers while Levi just despises them both [fondly].

They get exclusive tickets into a Rich People Place, where the target is, but only get their hands on two. Erwin and Hange hide Levi inside one of their enormous trenchcoats (to his dismay).

Hange wears her shiny glasses. Erwin wears a monocle and insists that it looks cool.

When they go to a bar together to celebrate a successful mission, Erwin holds his drink well, Hange is the lightweight, and Levi is boring and orders water (jk).

Erwin has a secret chocolate stash in his trenchcoat's inside pocket. Hange knows but Levi doesn't.

Hange pins various snacks to the insides of his coat so he can whip it open to reveal an array of food to choose from on the go. He somehow manages to keep the wrappers and bags from crinkling lously when he walks.

Levi does the same, but with sponges. No one is sure why and he glares at whoever asks.

Erwin figures out who is behind the trouble, but Hange develops the plan to catch them. This is the contrast of their minds: Erwin analyzes and Hange designs.

Hange has a special selection of lollipops in her coat just for Levi (whether he accepts them or not is for you to decide).

On stealth missions to fancy Rich People Places, they have a whole GRWM style preparation in one bathroom like school girls before prom (it's more professional than that, obviously, totally), and Hange and Levi make very good use of Erwin's hair gel.

Hange fixes Levi's hair to make him look like mini Erwin.

Hange is the one who performs autopsies on dead bodies for further evidence. She learns a lot about different kinds of poisons this way.

They take city buses around rainy streets at night, illuminated by the faint yellow glow of street lights. The three of them sit in comfortable silence in the seats, each reading separate books because it's an aesthetic.

Levi wears his fedora hat (what type of hat is it?) and likes striped coats.

They all go to libraries and search through the city's old newspapers for information, or through dusty books and scrolls to find out what this symbol they keep seeing means, or what relations this man had with that one (this is quickly becoming dark academia)

Hange and Levi team up with each other and make fun of Erwin for his reading material choices when they get on the bus.

If the bus is full, Erwin or Hange will hold onto the bus rail things and Levi holds onto them because they Know Him.

Hange carries a little leather bound notebook in her pockets even off the job, in case she runs into something important.

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atomicc · 7 months

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My meds are failing me, internal clock in smithereens, can't fix this, I'm hopeless (//_u) haha jk ID in alt and under cut

ID: A digital colored drawing of a DreamWorks Trolls oc, Jason. He is a dull blue grey, with dark and light green striped hair. His hair has a high piled emo bang to one side, and shorter black hair on the other. He has several piercings, including ears and cheek tunnel gauges. He's wearing a green and black open hoodie, and baggy jeans. He has a surgically forked tongue. Caption says "Rock tribe troll. Lives in Trollstopia. Idk pronouns, any I guess?"

A digital colored drawing of a DreamWorks Trolls oc, and an uncolored sketch of another Trolls oc who belongs to Gummyleech. The colored drawing is of Lark, a country tribe troll. She has a dark ruddy red top half, and dark plum bottom half. Her hair is black and white striped, with pink and green raccoon dyed accents. She is wearing a fishnet arm warmer, black cop top tank, and checked belt. Next to her is a drawing of Gummyleech's sona. They are a small rock troll with curled hair and very long ears. They are wearing glasses, ripped jeans and a striped sweater.

A digital colored drawing of Jason. He is sitting on the ground, one leg tucked under him. He is wearing a black t-shirt that says bite me, black underwear, and a hug time bracelet. /end ID.

#Dreamworks Trolls #Sonic #Shadow #Ummmmm yeeppp #My art #Us #🎹#😈

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omegaremix · 4 months

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May 28, 2022.

The opportunity to attend Sacred Bones’ 15th anniversary presented itself pretty quickly. Tickets were released for sale four weeks before the show and I grabbed them right away. I missed out on both Sacred Bones’ 10th shows because of nine months of stay-at-home recovery and now their 15th was a chance to redeem myself.

The build-up was getting heavier as the show drew closer. I had anxiety like never before waiting to attend a New York City show. The 28th came and it started on a dim, greyscale note. Long Island had a string of wet days with Saturday no exception. Rain arrived at the Central Islip station before I had with no telling when it’d stop - if it did. Halfway from my home station to Woodside did the storm subside to nothing.

By the time I transferred from the 7 line to the Q39 bus had the clouds open up to welcome in the blinding basking sun and matching sweltering humidity. The Q39 raced, whipped, and turned wide all throughout Sunnyside and ultimately Maspeth to drop me off in a dense neighborhood of hazy, white 75*F temperatures. I’m in the middle of an unfamiliar yet dense neighborhood. I walk a few blocks into a suspiciously silent area of shackled-up factories, closed warehouses, and shipping centers closed for the weekend; all by myself not knowing or worrying about any rogues waiting in the wings to start trouble. I drew closer to the new activity of open businesses, moving vehicles, and the pedestrians walking through the gauntlet to the Knockdown Center.

Nothing that I could ever imagine would conjure up a would-be dream-state that would become a magical reality.

I was in New York City (Queens) associated with preferably some of the best people in attendance. Surreal dreams I’ve always had now become a reality. The way showgoers sat outside the Knockout Center felt like I was on another college campus. People sitting on the floor silently observing Constant Smiles play as the rays peeked through during sundown. A hypnotized crowd witnessing Anika and Spellling’s mesmerizing performances. A super-colorful closing set by Black Marble, and a sit-down lecture about time - at a music festival? Whether Sacred Bones gamed it themselves or by sheer coincidence, this event had some unusual moments that made for a truly unforgettable experience.

The next day’s opening shift was in the back of my mind; more apparent as midnight approached. Regrettably, I leave the Knockdown Center a little earlier than desired and hitched a ride to Woodmere’s train home and guarantee six hours of sleep. I’m stunned. Bedazzled. My mind is processing the last five hours of what just happened. I’m organizing and interpreting the swirl of feelings, the sights, the colors, the sounds, the crowd, and the happenstance of everything that unfolded as I wait for the rail’s arrival. I take a seat facing direction to the Jamaica stop where I had only one minute to race and take the double-decker train’s upper-lever seat for the rest of the way home.

Spring is over. Summer has officially started.

Offset, The: Spectacles: “Colour”

Smile, The: “You Will…”

Aeges: “Who Are You”

Black Dresses: “Angel Hair”

Iguana Moonlight: “V”

Antonio Sanchez feat. Nine Inch Nails: “I Think We’re Past That Now”

Better Living: “Kid”

Ritualz: “Reintegration”

Feels Fine: “Washed Out Blue”

Doc Hammer: “Commanche”

Kaputt!: “Highlight!”

Grimes: “Shimigami Eyes”

Muslimgauze: “Qom” (edit)

Jade Hairpins: “Mary Magazine”

Totally Unicorn: “Filmed Before A Dead Audience”

Dead When I Found Her: “Dry Bed”

Beauty Pill: “At A Loss”

Savak: No Blues…”

Kaputt!: “Parsonage Square”

JK Flesh: “Urge”

Luca: “Undertow…”

Pink Siifu: “Wayans Brothers”

Alchemist: “Broken Bottles”

Henry Mancini: “Men’s Room Rock”

Principe Valiente: …

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

A Number Of Names: “Sharevari”

Daniel Johnston: “In A Lifetime”

100 Proof: Aged In Soul…

Kaputt!: “Accordion”

Kae Tempest: “Salt…”

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #personal #Kaputt!#Daniel Johnson #A Number Of Names #Smirk #Alchemist #Pink Siifu #JK Flesh #Savak #Totally Unicorn #Jade Hairpins #Musilmgauze #Grimes #Black Dresses #Iguana Moonlight

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aajjks · 2 months

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oufit: https://pin.it/48dXkQno7

NWO!JK

sunday comes and goes but the memory of you and jungkook on the rooftop alone and in love never leaves your mind. the crystals glow throughout the night because all you can think about, all you see is him. his eyes, his hair, his lips, his hands, his smile—everything. that feeling of joy is replaced by the aching feeling of loneliness without your boyfriend and for the first time, you actually want monday to arrive faster.

once monday finally arrives, you beat your alarm clock and start your morning routine rather early. you make a yummy cinnamon waffle with homemade iced caramel coffee for breakfast and finally have the choice to wear something other than your boring blue nurse scrubs.

you settle on a cute pink top with blue jeans and cute shoes to match. once again, you’re rocking gold jewelry and your hair is styled similarly to last night in a half up half down hairdo. overall, it’s simple but cute and to top it off, jungkook’s (aka your boyfriend) healing/good luck bracelet.

after spraying your body from head to toe in a lovely smelling body mist, you’re off to school.

“ah! holy shit, you scared me”

“sorry, sorry. i just wanted to give this to you”

“well good morning to you too, mj”

~🫧

He’s waiting eagerly for you to arrive at the school today and today feels so special.

It’s your first day together as a couple, and he’s so excited to see after a WHOLE DAY. Eunwoo watches his friend pace back and forth in the hallway, “dude relax she’s coming.” But jungkook doesn’t pay any mind to him.

“Shut up where is your girlfriend anyways?” Jungkook teases him back, even though jungkook hasn’t told him about you two dating yet, since he wants you to tell him together.

You make him so happy, he can’t wait to see you. “Do you think she’s in trouble? Should I go and look for her?”

Jungkook has been buzzing like a bee with so much happiness radiating off of him, the criminal he caught yesterday got to the police without a harsh kick from Spider-Man because jungkook was busy thinking about you.

Eunwoo laughs, “relax hero, I’m pretty sure she’s on her way.” He assures Jungkook who is starting to get worried.

He just hopes that you’re safe. And he hasn’t noticed MJ here too. It’s worrying, the black cat is a cunning little bitch, and you’d make a very easy prey to her claws.

Just as he’s thinking the worst case scenarios, you finally arrive, and suddenly his dim world lights up. “YNNNNN!!!!!” Jungkook quickly runs to you, a huge smile on his face as he hugs you, all in your glory.

Your scent takes him to another level of peace and he inhales deeply. “Oh I missed you so much.. you look so pretty..” he caresses the back of your head

“Look at me yn, do I look good?”

#ask: nwo!jungkook #omg what did she give yn

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hoshigray · 11 months

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okay! i need to stop forgetting to check in i promise its not on purposes!!! life has been okay recently, classes still beating my ass.. my love life is progressing slowly🤭🤭 and of COURSE i saw the new episode, ive been WAITING for more toji every week and i finally got nanami and toji!! but this makes me think how bad a nanami and toji 3sum would eat hmm.. anyways~ i totally forgot buuuut i dyed my hair blue and i love it mkay im all caught up now how are YOU doing

p.s. nanami's hair should be down more often

- megan anon

MEGAN DEARYYYYYY!!! For starters, I'm glsd things have been okay for you lately, sorry about the classes girlie let's suffer together, mkay? 🤧🤧 hOLD ON!!?? LOVE LIFE??? Oooooo meggy dear, you slowly but surely showing someone you a Freaky Girl? Big Ole Freak?? 😜 lol jk jk but I'm happy for you, I'm cheering you on at the sidelines!!! Also, YESSIRRRRR WE ROCKING THAT BLUE THIS SEMESTER, LET'S GOOOOOO 💙💙💙

Girl, don't get me STARTED on the new ep, shit had me sick (good way) 🤒🤒🤒 writing a toji fic rn and seeing him that ep gave me all the motivation I needed !!! And omg nanami + toji + reader!?!?!?? Hmmm that's actually so hot, but idk how I'd execute it......I'mma write it down tho ✍️🏾 & yes, nanami with his hair down >>>>>> omg nanami with his hair down + shower sex??? Hollup now

#lol all these ideas when i literally have 0 time for more 😅#actually no i do for like the small stuff and my drafts but again with assignments and stuff it's just ughhh #anywho I'm glad things are going okay for you megan!!!#keep that same energy 👌🏾 ✨️#𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒆 ʚ✮ɞ megan #𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ⚛ 𝑨𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒔

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KB Ideal Type (Tarot Reading)

okie dokie! this was interesting to do since i had no idea what to ask jk i'll share what questions i asked as well as the cards that came up with what i found. so please like always take it with a grain of salt and enjoy! ^^

Q: what is KB from OnlyOneOf's ideal type?

Page of Cups || Knight of Swords || The Hierophant

-> someone imaginative -> creative (may not know how creative they can be) -> shy/naïve -> someone who leaps into action -> isn't afraid to lend a helping hand -> there for others -> wise/has some wisdom -> people look up to them -> stable person/someone who has their sh*t together

Q: what is the energy this person embodies?

Vulture Spirit -> nothing is wasted

-> through their triumphs and struggles they have gained knowledge to use at their disposal -> very strong regenerative type of energy

Q: any chart information?

*this is information about the person but i'm wording it to fit what he would like in a person*

1st House || Pisces || Saturn || Square

-> someone who knows their self-worth -> even if their personality rubs someone the wrong way they own who they are -> someone who knows to take care of themselves and doesn't always bend over backwards for others (this person may need to keep this in check) -> someone who uses everything that has happened to them (good and bad) to their benefit and to grow from

astro dice - possible chart info/signs

signs - sagittarius // libra // gemini chart info - this is anything that might be of significance in any way pluto // sagittarius // 1st house

Oracle Cards

i used two different decks asking the same question... 'what can you tell me about kb's ideal type?'

stay optimistic about your love life - positive thinking and faith will bring you romance worth waiting for - divine timing is at work in your love life coffee cup || not today || stabbed in the back || love

-> could be someone that started off as a friend (or he might have an ideal type within his friend group) -> again this feeling of someone standing their ground. setting boundaries and not letting people walk all over them -> they may have suffered some kind of hurt but that has only made them stronger which is an admirable quality (maybe he might like someone who takes the hurt and turns it into gold?) -> someone who he finds attractive -> a person that gets him like there is just this instant connection

FUN ADDITION

now this just for fun. they are possible facial details, eye colors, love messages etc. that this person may have or want to convey. this is for fun so please take this with a grain of salt ♥

charms and letters

-> cute -> sweet -> likes nature -> maybe into astrology or they like to stargaze -> perhaps someone that likes rock music (?) lol skulls came up and a guitar so maybe he likes rocker types? -> name could start with a vowel or have many vowels (letters: O, O, I, I, I, U, and D)

features

hair style || bangs // 3/4 part // eccentric hairstyle (this could be the cut or color) eye color || green eye // blue eye // honey brown hair color || light blonde hair // reddish blonde // warm espresso (dark brown) // burgundy // purple brown face details || thick/bushy eye brows // strong jaw (nice jawline) // longer face // beautiful long eyelashes personality || cheerful // good sense of humor // sensual // nervous/worrier love messages he (kb)/they (ideal type) want to convey || i'll be there for you always // you are the most beautiful person. inside and out // you are super smart! let's stay up and talk more!

Q: how can kb bring his ideal type into his life?

9 of Wands || The Star || 4 of Cups || 6 of Pentacles || 10 of Cups

-> getting rid of what isn't necessary. out with the old and in with the new -> manifesting. stating what he wants to the universe/wish on a star -> seeing what is in front of him. working on his relationships with those he cares about. sharing in the wealth -> enjoying the relationships he has both romantic and friendship -> being their for people he cares about -> getting rid of someone who wasn't there for the right reasons (there was just a shadow figure in the background of the 10 of Cups which makes me think someone was hanging around or it's like an ex)

*hope you liked it ^^*

#onlyoneof #kb onlyoneof #onlyoneof tarot #kb tarot #kb onlyoneof tarot #kpop tarot #kb onlyoneof ideal type tarot #onlyoneof ideal type tarot #kb

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matchagator · 2 years

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Hustlers: Sin City (BTS Fanfic)

What a perfect scene of sin! Isn't the Vegas strip just the perfect place to indulge in lust and greed? The perfect playground for our group of hustlers eager to make a pretty penny off of the poor unsuspecting souls.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con artists

{Word Count:} 12k

{Genre:} Sexual Content, Mature Language, Gambling, Manipulation, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

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Big Fish: Kim Namjoon Location: Las Vegas, Nevada

What a perfect scene of sin! Thousands of people flood the Vegas strip to indulge in lust and greed, eager to get laid or make a buck in the brightly lit city that never sleeps. Casinos and bars lined the strip, women in slutty attire at every corner as they sold their bodies for money, offering to take pictures or strip to make their living. It was every man's dream, after all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right? Inner mixed through the corruption stood lavish resorts, offering first class entertainment alongside the luxurious shopping centers and extravagant Michelin star restaurants, drawing in a wealthier clientele.

While tourists and the elite busied their minds with the gaudy displays and ludicrous experiences the city has to offer, others were busy at work, taking advantage of the poor souls through fraud and deception. It was the perfect playground for out femme fatales, frequenting the strip often since they resided not too far from the chaos, tonight promising yet another victim amongst the sea of florescent lights.

The loud buzz of the casino echoed through the various slot machines as Emmy made her rounds, strutting around with bold confidence as her velvet bodycon dress hugged her curves deliciously, showing the perfect amount of legs to be both scandalous and elegant. She was the face of their operations; the youngest, her beauty and flair for the dramatics allowing her to manipulate and deceive with ease. While she wasn’t naturally confident, she’d learned to fake it better than most women fake an orgasm.

Emmy’s striking blue eyes reflected the sheen of the flashing lights as she approached the bar, her clutch tucked beneath her arm filled with the various items she pickpocketed this evening while flirting up a storm with wealthy men. She let her smile pull into an endearing grin, knowing it wouldn’t take long for a man to offer to buy her a drink.

Ruby was crowded around a poker table on the opposite end of the casino, lusciously propped onto the stool as she pocketed chips, swiftly manipulating the pawns discreetly. Her petite frame was draped in a black jumpsuit, elegantly adorned with lace detailing. She was the brawn of the group, often completing the difficult and physical tasks with simplicity. Her features were perfectly morphed into a rock-hard poker face, fiddling with her cards in an attempt to intimidate her opponents, the men at her table quick to underestimate a woman.

She closely observed a tall individual that sat directly adjacent to her, recognizing him as Kim Namjoon, a young wealthy entrepreneur currently enjoying a holiday in Sin city. He was the perfect long-term target, knowing the girls would most likely be able to score big off of the handsome bachelor. Namjoon’s entourage consisted of four other men, one being an extremely handsome young man who introduced himself as JK, cautious not to share any personal information as he played his cards. Jungkook was observing Ruby as she secretly pocketed chips throughout the game.

The last of the trio was hidden somewhere amongst the slot machines, her hair tied back into a ponytail as she sat comfortably, tapping away as she played the slots. She strategically selected a certain game, already knowing the inner workings of the machine before putting in the time and money into it. She was dressed casually, a pair of high waisted jeans and a plain crop top allowing her to camouflage away from the attention of most.

Jade gently pushed the black frames of her glasses up her nose, glancing around before pulling out her cellphone. She snaked a thin wire between her legs, connecting it to a miniscule port hidden beneath the keypad to swipe your casino card. She was the brains of their operations, being the oldest and most tech savvy of the trio. She was able to crack codes and hack the most complex systems which made hacking a simple slot machine easy as pie.

Before anyone had the time to even notice her ministrations, she was already back to casually pressing her slot machine, her next tap paying out with a thousand-dollar victory. She smirked proudly as she swiped the credit onto her card, eager to cash out her winnings.

Back at the bar, Emmy wiggled her way through the crowd till her torso was pressed against the bar top, waving down the bartender to order herself a drink. She huffed as she shifted her weight from heel to heel, feeling the dull ache in her soles from the obnoxiously high heels Jade and Ruby insisted she wear. “They make your legs look hot”, She recalled them saying, always ending up having to be the one to sell her looks as a decoy for their manipulations.

She caught the attention of Taehyung who was sitting on a barstool beside her, his eye raking over her body and the way the velvet texture of her dress hung deliciously low to expose her cleavage. He leaned back, resting his arm against the countertop as he motioned over to the bartender. He wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity to impress a sexy woman with hopes of getting her into bed. “A drink for the lady.”

Emmy snapped her eyes over to find Taehyung’s cocky grin as he tilted his head towards the bartender, motioning for her to place her own order. She narrowed her stare slightly before turning her attention to the man behind the counter. “Scotch…on the rocks, please.”

She moved to retrieve money from her clutch, watching as Taehyung dropped a twenty-dollar bill onto the tabletop. “It’s on me.” He hummed, watching as the attractive brunette twisted her body towards his.

“Thanks for the drink…” She paused as if waiting for him to introduce himself.

“V, my friends call me V.” He beamed, thrilled when Emmy’s expression pulled into a flirtatious smile. “Scotch on the rocks huh? I’m impressed.” He sat up, motioning for her to take the stool beside him, Emmy happily accepting the invitation. “I had you pinned for a Daiquiri kinda girl.”

Emmy felt a smirk creep onto the corner of her lips, shrugging her shoulders slightly as the bartender returned to place a short glass in front of her. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Taehyung’s words caused Emmy to pause, stunned by how he seemed to be more forward and flirtatious than herself, which was saying something. She took a closer look at him, her eyes settling on the intense stare that radiated from behind his irises. He was undeniably handsome, having reason to be as cocky and seductive as he was. If she was any typical girl, he’d win her over within minutes. Luckily, she only had one purpose for talking to him, and it wasn’t to get into his bed.

“So, who do I have the pleasure of buying a drink for?” He questioned, gently circling the pad of his finger along the rim of his drink. It appeared as if he barely touched it, keeping his sight fixated on the beauty before him as he continued to blatantly check her out.

Emmy hesitated, taking a sip of her drink before gently setting her glass back down, trying to remember why she allowed the girls to convince her to place herself in these types of situations. “Emmy…my friends call me Emmy.” She mimicked, also managing to keep her identity from the mysterious man before her as she scanned his figure.

“Well Emmy, what brings you to Sin city? Looking for love?” He curled an eyebrow, speaking his words slowly as he passed his tongue along the bottom of his teeth.

Emmy’s eye darkened, curling a finger towards her as if enticing him to come closer. “I’ll tell you a secret.” She cooed, leaning till her lips were inches from his ear. “Women don’t come here looking for love.” She continued, implying exactly what he wanted to hear as she heard a soft groan fester in his chest as he entertained the thoughts of fucking her in one of the hotel rooms of the resort.

Just as she had him distracted, she maneuvered her hand discreetly towards the pocket of his coat jacket, managing to sneak his wallet without pulling any attention to herself. Unfortunately, Taehyung wasn’t alone and the sudden pressure she felt against her wrist revealed another handsome man who snatched her by the wrist.

“Looks like your date is a kleptomaniac.” Jimin spoke harshly, Taehyung’s attention snapping towards his friend. Emmy’s expression hardened, tugging back her arm as Jimin pulled the wallet from her grip. “Let's go, JK’s finished for the night.” The stranger added, his eyes judgmentally observing Emmy as she squirmed in her seat. She’d never been caught like this before, her heart rate spiking as Taehyung stood and retrieved his wallet.

“You are full of surprises.” He spoke calmly, glaring back at her not sure whether he should be angry, surprised, or impressed. He reached over her, grabbing his drink and downing it in one gulp, making a face as the alcohol hit his lungs. “Nice try, sweetheart.” He added before turning to join Jimin in retrieving the third member of their own trio.

Emmy stood in complete shock as she watched the two men disappear between the slot machines, still trying to fathom the entire interaction. Why didn’t he get upset? She turned her attention back to her drink, downing the rest in one gulp as her face scrunched from the sting of the alcohol in her throat. She shook off the strong sensation, groaning from the aftertaste as she set the drink back down, looking up to see Ruby and Jade walking towards her.

“Hey, Emmy.” Jade moved quickly, beaming with pride from her recent winnings as she flashed her casino card. “Guess who's ordering room service and champagne tonight?” She announced happily, watching as Ruby’s face lit up with excitement.

“Hell yeah!” Ruby cheered as she observed the youngest’s expression, curious as to why she seemed so flustered. Emmy stood from her stool, eager to rip off her heels from her feet, ready to turn in for the evening and count their makings.

“Let’s get out of here.” She huffed, her discomfort only added to her already on edge demeanor.

“Hey, remind me to tell you about this guy at our poker game. Might just be able to score big with that one.”

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Jungkook adjusted the cuff of his long sleeve, fastening the button as he stepped into the darkly lit club with Taehyung and Jimin at his side. “Alright, where’s our boy?” The trio subtly looked around the bar section that led into the main dance floor.

“The private booths are near the dance floor.” Jimin acknowledged, nodding his head towards the bright purple flashing lights with loud music blaring from just beyond a platform of stairs.

Taehyung ran his hand through his hair, smirking as a woman blatantly checked him out while walking by. “Perfect.” He winked at her as they held eye contact, following his buddies up the steps into the club.

The dance floor was packed with bodies, bouncing and grinding to the beat of the music as the three men searched out the rest of their entourage. Jimin skimmed the floor for Namjoon, knowing he was a sucker for a pretty face. Low and behold, he found the entrepreneur dancing with a brunette in a short sequin dress that snuggly shaped her figure. From his vantage point, he couldn’t get a good look of her face, but could only assume she was attractive with the evidence of Namjoon’s proud smirk. Jimin tapped Jungkook’s shoulder, “Found him.”

The youngest followed Jimin’s gaze, running his eyes down the length of the woman’s body. The dancing pair turned on the dancing floor as they moved to the music and Jungkook could see his comrades react from the corner of his eye. “Do you know her?” He examined her features, digesting her wide smile, almond shaped blue eyes, and upturned nose.

“She’s a little thief.” Taehyung mused, observing her clinging to their newly acquired friend.

Jungkook watched for a moment, noticing her stealing glances towards the outer perimeter of the dance floor towards the more casual booths in the club. His eyes found another brunette nursing a highball glass of alcohol as she twiddled on her phone. “Looks like she’s not alone.” Jungkook nudged Taehyung, tilting his head towards the booths. Jimin peered over from the corner of his eye, turning his back slightly so that his staring wasn’t so obvious.

“Seems they're trying to play with our friend. I’m game.” Taehyung licked his lips, narrowing his focus on the lonely woman sitting at the booth.

“Divide and conquer.” The trio broke off, going in different directions as they surveyed the club for any other obstacles they might encounter that evening. Jimin found his way to the long bar sitting near the VIP section and across the dancefloor from the booths that Taehyung was currently pursuing. He leaned across the counter to grab the bartender's attention, “Can I get a Black Russian?”

The beauty behind the bar, Ruby, narrowed her eyes at him briefly, pursing her lips as she grabbed a short glass and Kahlua. “Sure.” Her smile was tight, annoyed that she was stuck working the bar while Jade and Emmy could mildly enjoy the ambiance of the club. The only upside was it was very easy to steal sips of drinks when no one was looking.

Jade fiddled with her phone, trying to adjust the settings so she could hear the recordings of the device Emmy planted on Namjoon while she danced with the wealthy entrepreneur. She sucked up the last of her drink as the noise of her inhale echoed through the glass of ice. “Can I get you another drink?”

She glanced away from her phone and found a handsome man leaning his arm on the back of the booth closest to the aisle way. His hair was attractively messed up, strands falling over his mysterious eyes as he smiled charmingly at the brunette with a generous view of her cleavage. She snapped herself out of his alluring grin and shook her head, pulling the straw away from her lips. “Oh, no thank you.”

Taehyung only smirked as he slipped into the booth, sliding across the cushion to close the distance between them. “Are you here by yourself?” He asked smoothly, enjoying the way she scrambled for a cover up story.

“No, I’m here with friends.” She put her phone down, eyes subconsciously flickering towards Emmy and Ruby, who were intently watching her with the stranger.

He hummed with amusement as he leaned into her ear, glancing down at the vision of her assets. “They wouldn’t mind if you left with me, right?”

His deep voice sent shivers down her spine as her mind slowly registered the context of his question. She leaned away from him, “What?” Was he actually asking her to leave with him? Who the hell did this guy think he was?

He reached up, gently capturing her jaw between his fingertips and pulled her back in. His seductive features had her completely defenseless as she followed his guidance, her breath hitching in her throat as he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. “I wanna take you up to my room.” His breath brushed over her face, his lips hovering just over hers.

A sudden slam on the table broke the trance as Jade and Taehyung looked to find the bartender aggressively setting down a carbon copy of Jade’s empty drink. “I got you your refill.” Her words were firm as her eyes flashed pointedly at the woman being cornered in the booth.

Jimin watched the exchange from afar, curiously sipping his drink as he deduced that the bartender was also involved with them. A playful glint shined in his eyes as he waited for Ruby to return, flashing her a striking smile. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Honestly, all the women working together to pull a fast one on Namjoon were attractive, but that didn’t excuse them from taking advantage of the situation. Jimin sought to do his part in foiling their plan.

Ruby regarded him as she went back behind the bar, her features hardening with a roll of her eyes. “Save it for someone who cares.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and moved towards the other end of the bar, leaving Jimin with his jaw on the bar top.

Taehyung glared at the bartender as she left the table and went back to entrance his target, but she slid away from him. “You should go. I’m not that kind of girl.” She tried to hide how intrigued she was by his presence, focusing back on the task at hand.

He groaned, feeling cheated from another night of fun. He looked over the dancefloor to see Jungkook making his move and decided to cut his losses before his dignity was wounded any further. He leaned back into her one last time, his sly smirk over his lips. “Well, if you’re looking for a good time, I’ll be at the bar.”

Down on the dance floor, Emmy was enchanting Namjoon with her feminine wiles with gentle touches, seductive dancing, and flirtatious smiles. Every once in a while she would glance over to check on Jade, hoping the device she snuck in his breast pocket worked in their favor. When she noticed some guy infiltrating their plans, Emmy was left in the dark to continue schmoozing the attractive male with hands traveling lower and lower with every dance they shared.

She caught another look with Jade, who sent her the subtle signal that she could hear everything in the chip. Emmy sighed in relief, worried their course of action would be disrupted by the stranger that approached the brains of the operation. “Do you want to take a break and come to my private section?” Namjoon asked, pressing his lips against the shell of her ear.

Emmy cracked a smile, “I would-”

“Namjoon!” She felt irritation that there was yet another interruption this evening as the pair looked around their shoulder to find a younger male with large eyes and a crooked smile approaching them. Emmy quickly ran her eyes over his body, observing his sheer black shirt under the matching button-up thrown loosely over his shoulders. His smile glistened with the reflective metal hoop sitting on his bottom lip that he subconsciously ran his tongue over as their eyes met. “Do you mind if I steal him for a sec?”

Regardless of her answer, Jungkook pulled Namjoon away from the succubus out for his wealth. He pulled his friend in close, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders in comradery. “Listen, this girl is nothing but trouble. If you want to wake up with your wallet in the morning, you should keep fishing.”

Namjoon peered over his shoulder at the brunette he danced with most of the night. “Really?”

Jungkook slapped his back playfully, “Would I lie to you? Trust me, run while you’re still ahead. I’ll keep her off your tail.” He could see Namjoon’s hesitance and searched out another target for his friend, noticing a chick checking them out from across the dancefloor. “See her?” He turned his buddy’s head in the appropriate direction. “Go get her.” He pushed him encouragingly towards the new conquest, turning back to the jilted female behind him.

His smirk infuriated her as she went to recapture Namjoon’s attention, but the newcomer grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “What’s your problem?” She hissed, trying to rip herself from his grip.

“Sorry, baby girl, but I can’t let you take advantage of my friend.” He firmly held her hips, swaying to the music to coax her into following his lead. “It’s not a good idea to make a scene. I don’t think you want that kind of attention.” He grinned, watching her defiantly let him lead them into a dance. She limply wrapped her arms around his neck, frustrated that he dismantled her part of the plan. “Aw, don’t be so sad. I’ll keep you entertained.”

Her eyes bore into his as they danced together, the pace of the song slowing their movements and bringing them instinctually closer. “He’s your friend?”

He grinned down at her, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Her eyes narrowed and Jungkook chuckled. “I know girls like you and they're after one thing.” He pursed his lips together, becoming serious under the bright lights of the club. “So do me a favor and stay away.” He spun her in a twirl before he abruptly dropped his hands from her to leave the dance floor. He made sure to quickly smack her ass as he walked by, smirking to himself as he heard her huff with annoyance.

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The chilled flavors of pineapple and coconut swirled along Emmy’s taste buds as the sweet kick of rum accompanied the taste of her pina colada. She hummed happily as she leaned back against the pool lounge chair, the dry heat of the Las Vegas air warming her limbs that were exposed from her two-piece bikini. She had a sarong wrapped around her waist, the fabric hanging off her hips as a pair of aviators concealed her bright hues from the harsh rays of the sun. Ruby laid on her stomach beside the youngest, desperate for a tan as her skin drank up the sun around her scandalously cut one piece. Jade was enjoying time in the pool, allowing the water to engulf her limbs as she fidgeted with the fabric of her tankini. She couldn’t help but think of the previous evening, recalling her interactions with Taehyung, his words circling her mind as if plagued by his conceited demeanor.

She let a sigh escape her lips, knowing she shouldn’t be so bothered by a man she’d just met. He was far too handsome, not to mention dangerously forward as he offered up a silver platter filled with temptations. Jade let her body relax, attempting to allow her frame to float as she fell into her habits of overthinking almost everything.

Who was this guy anyway? He didn’t know anything about her and her desires. If that was the case, then why were his words bothering him so much? She heard a familiar voice calling over the tropical music of the pool patio “Jade!” It allowed her to break free from her silent torment as she found Emmy waving her over. She nodded in her direction, dunking her head beneath the liquid as an attempt to snap herself back to reality.

Jade became quite accustomed to her hustler persona, almost recognizing it as if it was her birth name. The girls wanted to make sure to keep their identities as secretive as possible, using jewels and codenames to keep them as inconspicuous as possible. It worked out perfectly for them, using their code names to keep from drawing attention to their normal lives.

She climbed her way out from the pool, her body dripping as she made her way towards her empty lounge chair, pulling the fabric of her towel to wrap around her torso, wringing out any excess water from her loose curls. “What’s up?”

Ruby stirred from her relaxation, pushing up on her elbows to peek up from her sunbathing, glancing over at Emmy. The youngest tipped her sunglasses down, nudging her head forward as if encouraging them to follow her field of vision. The two eldest followed her gaze, stumbling upon the sight of Namjoon strolling past the bar on the far end of the terrace.

Ruby rolled onto her side, leaning up on her elbow as a mischievous smirk crawled onto her features. “You know…he’s going clubbin’ tonight.” She began, shifting once again until she was comfortably slouched against her back. “You could easily swipe a copy of his room key while giving him a dance.”

Jade vaguely recalled their eavesdropping session the following evening, a look of pure amusement gleaming in her eyes and they widened at Ruby’s remark. “Yeah, give him a good dance.” She chuckled, watching as the youngest glared between the two.

Emmy often maneuvered her way around a dance floor to seduce a man or even get close enough to steal or manipulate. This was going to be another easy task for the youngest brunette, taking another sip of her frozen cocktail as she scoffed in amusement. “A dance is nothing. What club?”

Jade chewed on her bottom lip nervously, already imagining the reaction Ruby was about to extract from the unsuspecting beauty. “Oh, you know…Peppermint Hippo.”

Emmy was mid-sip of her cocktail, the mere name of the club causing her to choke back the burn of her alcohol. Jade and Ruby grinned wickedly as the youngest mulled over her words. “I’m sorry, did you say Peppermint Hippo? The gentlemen’s club?” She recalled hearing all about it, the new club being the only gentlemen’s club located directly on the Las Vegas strip. Advertisements loomed around the city with promises of VIP packages, pole dancing, and topless women.

“I’m not gonna shake my tits for that prick and his gang of idiots.” Emmy recalled her dance with Namjoon the previous evening, having also encountered some of the men in his overrated entourage. One in particular came to mind, recalling her sudden dalliance with a stranger as he stepped in for a condescending dance.

Ruby tutted happily, enjoying the discomfort that was clearly painting across Emmy’s stubborn demeanor. “Come on. You’re the only one who can pull off being a stripper.” Ruby begged, pouting her lips playfully as she imagined the large amount of money they could make from this hustle. “Just wear a wig, no one will remember you. They’ll be too drunk off their asses.”

“Think of the money.” Jade interjected, as she glanced down at the screen of her phone. “He’s a millionaire…All you have to do is do a little shimmy shimmy and scan his card with this.” She held up a small chip, wiggling it between her fingers.

Emmy was in complete disbelief, stunned that her friends were encouraging her to use her looks and youth in such a ludicrous display for money. Not like she hadn’t done it a plethora of times before, however stripping, that was a new one. She let her mind wander to the possibilities that this kind of money could bring them, greed ultimately outweighing her options. “Fine! But you owe me a new handbag.” She whined, putting down her drink before dramatically laying back in her lounge chair.

Jade and Ruby found each other’s gaze, their hilarity on full display as Jade nodded her head in victory. “Enjoy your drink, cause after that you gotta practice your pole dancing.” Jade teased, quickly ducking to dodge the towel that Emmy chuck in her vicinity, still mulling over the mess she’d just agreed to partake in.

“Shut the fuck up. I’d love to see you try pole dancing.” She barked back, Jade holding her hands up in defeat as she laughed uncontrollably.

“Yeah, never gonna happen.” Jade hollered as Emmy smiled sarcastically in her direction. Jade and Ruby enjoyed their laugh as they returned to their leisurely activities, enjoying whatever remainder of the early afternoon they had.

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“I thought Emmy was the only one who had to dress up?” Ruby snapped in the earpiece before tucking it back in her ear, pulling her hair over her shoulder to cover the device. She flashed a smile as she passed a table of men that openly ogled her legs in the fishnet stockings and thigh-high boots. The only decency she was allowed for the waitress uniform was a thin jacket over a revealing two-piece.

As she navigated the floor with a tray of drinks, she heard Jade’s voice. “Do you know how to operate a sound booth?” Ruby poorly mocked her voice and asked the same question, annoyed that the planner somehow was scott-free of the ridiculous outfits they were forced to wear.

“I’ll switch.” Emmy offered as she adjusted her blonde wig in the mirror, glancing down to her light blue lace set with matching garter belt. She heard the tune of her teammates change almost instantly and sighed as she pulled her hands away to test the hold of the false hair on her head. It sat nicely and had little give as she tilted her head around to make sure it didn’t slip.

The ambiance of the gentlemen's club was dark where Jimin made himself comfortable, sitting near center stage while keeping his eye on the crowd for the entourage to arrive. Next to him was Taehyung with the energy of a puppy as he drooled over every female that came by. Jimin smiled with his eyes as a dancer approached them while downing his drink, the woman swayed her hips as she leaned in close to his ear. “Want a dance?”

He shook his head, he needed to stay focused. “No, but my friend here would.” Jimin pulled out some money from his suit pocket, handing it to the woman. Her pretty smile turned towards Taehyung as she situated herself in front of him. Jimin rolled his eyes when a goofy smile sprung over his friend’s features from the slightest attention of the entertainer.

He caught a glimpse of the familiar black uniforms of the waitresses and reached a handout to grab the woman’s attention. “Excuse me, miss?” The fake smile on Ruby’s face faltered as she looked at him and Jimin instantly recalled her stony expression from the night before. It was the bartender from the night club, who interrupted Taehyung and the chick sitting in the booth.

He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what she might be doing here and if she recognized him. “Can I help you?” Apparently, customer service was not one of her strong suites. From her unenthusiastic demeanor, he could tell she didn’t realize she rejected him the night before. Her face became irritable as she waited for him to answer her, brow raising with expectation.

Jimin blinked back into reality and grabbed his empty glass. “Yes, sorry can I get another?”

She wordlessly grabbed the glass with a harsh hum, running her tongue over the front of her teeth with mild judgment. “Sure.” Once she was gone, Jimin scoured the area for the other girls they encountered that gave Namjoon an uncomfortable amount of attention. That’s when he noticed the DJ booth was inhabited by the woman Taehyung tried to seduce. There was no way that was a coincidence.

“I’m ready.” Jade heard in her earpiece as she prepared the playlist for the next song and pulled up the program they would use to copy Namjoon’s key card. Emmy stood just behind the curtain of the center stage, taking soothing breaths as she got into character. “It’s the end of the month and the weekend…”

Emmy exhaled, peeling back the curtain and walking out onto stage with her hands on her hips, back curved to make her assets pop, and seductive smile on for the audience. “Welcome to the stage, our brightest jewel, Emerald!” Emmy methodically moved slowly across the stage as Jade introduced her routine. She reached the pole just as the chorus began to build and gently twirled around the chrome.

“I came here to drop some money…” Emmy wrapped her hands around the pole and lifted herself, curling one leg so that she could spin a little faster. “Twerking, twerking when I buy the things I like…” She curved into the pole, showing her ass to the audience as she gently jostled her legs side to side. She held herself up against the rod as she bent over to enhance the view of her jiggling behind as she heard masculine cheers from the crowd.

Jimin’s eyes were wide as he drank in the display of the new dancer, picking up on how intently the waitress and DJ watched her. These girls were more than just some small-time hustlers that were looking for an easy money swipe. He wasn't exactly sure what they’re plan was, but he had a few guesses on who they were there for. He glanced at the lobby just in time to see Namjoon arrive with his small posse.

“He’s here.” Jade said in the earpiece for her teammates to hear. Emmy was on her knees in front of guys sitting on bar stools near the stage. She lulled her head, tossing her hair out of her face as she flickered her gaze towards the entrance to see the two gentlemen from the previous night. She only hoped the blonde wig was enough to hide her identity.

Namjoon led the group to their private booth in the corner of the room, which was immediately greeted by a waitress and dancers. Jungkook made eye contact with Jimin, quirking his eyebrow at Taehyung, who was still enjoying his lap dance. Jimin tried to subtly gesture towards the three potential threats, but Jungkook’s attention was pulled away by Namjoon.

After Emmy’s performance of ‘Money” by Lisa, she descended from the stage and made her rounds, parading herself through the room. She sashayed across the tables, strategically setting her sights on Namjoon’s. She cocked her hip as she stood in front of the group of men with a dazzling smile. “You boys look lonely.” She clocked the friend from the night before and started on the opposite end of the booth. Swirling her hips for the men, letting them place tips into the straps of her lingerie. She then hovered over Namjoon, leaning over him so he was perfectly level with her breasts. “How about a private dance?” She cooed, shimmying her girls in his face to entice him.

Namjoon’s eyes had yet to meet her face, but he smirked regardless. “Hell yeah.” Jungkook watched as the blonde grabbed his buddy’s hand to guide him to the private rooms. Their eyes met for a brief second and he instantly recalled the same blue eyes staring up at him from the night before. They were far more gentle in this circumstance, but her features were unmistakable under the wig. He only smirked when he found himself faced with the challenge, “This’ll be fun.”

Emmy led Namjoon into an oval room with several beaded curtains pulled apart with velvet ties. She took him to one of the rooms farther back, letting him sit in the black cushions of the bench seat before untying the beads to hide their session. “Hi, handsome.” She flirted, crawling into his lap and trapping him under her thighs. She held the back of the plush cushion, grinding her core against his lap as she straddled him. He was thrown off by how abrasive her behavior was but enjoyed it all the same as he slowly touched her thighs and ran his hands up her body.

She leaned back on his lap, swiveling her hips as she rubbed her plush bottom against his firming length. The sensation was nothing new in these settings, but she was surprised how little effort it took for her to get him all lusted up. His hands were holding her ribcage and as he traveled them higher, she firmly shook her head. She leaned back into him, playfully wagging her finger. “No touching.” She bit her lip and got up from his lap to turn her back to him.

She slowly lowered back down on his lap, leaning against his chest as she continued pushing against his groin. His hands gripped her hips as she moved over him, moaning in her ear from the pleasure shooting through his body. While he was distracted with the visuals running against his body, she slid her hands along his pants in search of his wallet. She bounced herself in his lap as she pulled the wallet from his pocket, tucking it in between the cushions before she turned back around.

He looked delirious with passion as she pulled him up by his tie, “Can I use this?” Her eyes were hooded with the softest of smiles and Namjoon could only comply with her request from how enticing she looked. She giggled and slipped the tie off his neck, crawling into his lap so she could tie it over his eyes. Once the knot was secure, she placed his hands back on her body. “Touch me.” She whispered, feeling him shudder beneath her as she dove for his wallet in the crevice of the cushions.

She moved quickly to remove his hotel room key before stashing the wallet back in its hiding spot. She then reached to unclip her bra, tucking the card into the cups and then discarding the article off to the side. She looked to see Namjoon enjoying the sensory deprivation as he caressed the skin of her stomach and thighs, squeezing the fat of her ass.

Back in the main stage area, Jade noticed her program initialized and knew Emmy had successfully seduced Namjoon to get access to the key card. “Perfect.” She murmured as she watched the device scan the card. Hidden in the cup of the blue lacey bra was a device that could steal the information of any card with a magnetic stripe. Once it was fully loaded, she saved the data and gave Emmy the signal. “You can put your bra back on.” Jade teased knowing her comrade had to remove the article to make it work.

Emmy rolled her eyes as she continued her dance with Namjoon, reaching for the key card and putting it right back where she got it. She tucked it into the cushions, preparing for the finale of their session to return his wallet in its rightful place. She gently pulled the tie from his eyes, dragging the fabric down his torso and up her body as his gaze followed the movement. Her arm was crossed over her chest, teasing him from the view of her nipples as she smiled at his reaction. He was a child at Christmas and Emmy was the present he wanted to unwrap first.

She dropped her arm, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes. “Oops.” She reached over to her bra and held the strap by her finger, “It fell off.” Again, his vision refused to leave her chest and Emmy rolled her eyes as she leaned into him, hovering over his face to distract him while she slipped the wallet back into his pocket. Once the bill fold was secured, she leapt from his lap and began placing her bra on. “Hope you had fun.” She hummed, leading him out as she clipped the article around her bosom.

Namjoon grinned, handing her a final bit of tip money as he left the private rooms to rejoin his posse. Emmy sighed, briskly moving towards the back rooms when her destination was blocked by the man from the night before. “You willing to do another private dance?” She hesitated, wanting nothing more than to go and wash tonight’s memories with a hot shower, but then Jungkook held up a crisp hundred-dollar bill between his middle and index finger. “Just one and this is yours.”

She met his eyes, contemplating if he recognized her, but he wasn’t calling her a gold digger and giving her money. She figured she would enjoy stealing his money, especially for one dance. “Sure.” She turned on her heel, swishing her hips as she walked to the oval room. She glanced back to find him following her and smirked, mentally preparing to give him the worst lap dance of his life. That would serve him right for messing with her plans yesterday.

“Abort. What are you doing?” She could hear Jade hiss in her ear, but she just ignored the nagging voice of her friend as she waited for him to sit down. She released the bead curtain and swayed to the music as he watched her.

Jungkook eyed her, entertained to see what sort of show she would put together for him, but right away he could see she was putting zero effort. He noticed her flirtatious smile fall into a sly grin and wasn’t going to pay for this crap. “I bet you can do better than that.”

Emmy faltered, not expecting him to bluntly call her out for her lack of enthusiasm. “Excuse me?” She wasn’t sure why, but the tone behind his statement made her upset more than anything else.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m just saying, working at a place like this, I expected … something.” The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at her from the plush seat. “Hell, the waitresses gave me a better show.”

She stopped moving, staring him down as he slandered her performance. If only he saw the show she gave Namjoon, he probably wouldn’t be talking. She hated that this prick kept getting the best of her and she couldn’t fight her natural instinct to prove him wrong. She stomped her heels against the carpet, placing her foot on the seat next to his thigh to cage him in as she leaned over his body. “I’ll show you.” She huffed, bringing her other foot up on the cushion so that she was standing directly above him before slowly dropping her body down on his lap.

Jungkook sat back, eyeing the way her body shifted into gear from his coaxing. He was thrilled to see her trying to prove him wrong and figured it would be fun if he ever encountered her again since she seemed to be targeting his friend. She rolled her hips against his lap, the air from her lungs coming out in pants against his lips as she worked to swirl her body. She was determined to make his jaw drop and get hard just like she did with Namjoon so he could eat his words.

Halfway through the song, Emmy was sweating as he simply just sat there as if she were an educational video; intriguing, but not really engaging. She pulled back, grabbing his hands and placing them on her body as she brushed her ass against his groin, riding his lap fast and hard. “Touch me.” She gasped, feeling inflamed as his hands touched her. Her body was becoming tired from the continuous movements since her session with Namjoon.

He pulled his hands away, “Not much to grab onto.” He said simply, fighting the malicious smile that he wanted to display for her. He saw her eyes go wild and it took everything in him to keep his erection at bay as she calculated his expression.

Did he just say…? She looked down at her body. Was he serious? “What does that mean?” She was appalled. She never had complaints about her body and this man that she sought to steal money from and cheat out of lap dance was trying to ruin her day? Absolutely not. She reached back to unclip her bra, ripping the material from her chest. Then proceeded to invite his hands back to her body, placing them on her breasts for him to hold.

Her compulsive need to validate her figure, sent him spiraling as he ran the pads of his thumbs around her nipples. He shuddered as the buds pebbled under his touch and he could no longer keep himself tame as his penis swelled with desire. “Fuck…” He spat under his breath, bucking his hips up as she pushed down on him.

Emmy sighed with satisfaction as she watched him crumble, knowing that she made him that way with only the feel of her naked body. It made her feel powerful, her body becoming hot as he deliciously massaged her tender nipples. She leaned into him, hovering over his lips. “Not much, my ass.” She shot back at him, claiming her spot at the top as she finally got the best of him.

The song ended and she smirked, ripping his hands away from her and getting up to grab her bra. “Your dance is done.” She slipped her arms through the straps, glancing at him as he ran his hand over his face. He was in disbelief that she got him so worked up, but his only complaint was that it had to stop there.

He got up, fixing himself so that he didn’t look like a horny mess as he pulled the hundred-dollar bill from his breast pocket, slipping it into her bra cup. “Worth every penny.”

She bit her lip, hiding the smirk that threatened to show as she watched him stride back out to the main area. She giggled to herself as she pulled the bill from her bra, waving it in victory. “Damn right, I am!” She tucked the bill in and strutted to the back room, a proud smile on her lips from a job well done.

—

The soft reverberation of chatter surrounded the high stakes poker tables of the casino, crowds of well-dressed individuals indulging in a late-night game as they enjoyed the finest cocktails and instrumental music. Emmy was perched against a stool, elegantly dressed in a satin black gown that hugged every inch of her figure as she fiddled with a handful of poker chips, a supercilious grin stretched across her lips.

She watched as her victory brought in a generous load of chips to her side of the table, thrilled to know that her evening was already paying out. “Congratulations.” She heard the dealer call over the noise, her eyes settling on Namjoon and his entourage walking through the dimly lit space as she celebrated her triumph.

Bright lights hung from each poker table, creating an immersive ambience as guests waged their finances in attempts to leave with a win under their belt. She was expecting the young entrepreneur, having memorized his scheduled itinerary for the evening perfectly, ready to do her part in keeping him distracted while Ruby and Jade finished making bank off of the poor unsuspecting soul.

One of the waiters made their way over to Emmy, holding out a delicious coral colored beverage served in a dainty martini glass. “Your French martini, Miss.” She turned her stare towards her choice of alcohol, eager to savor the taste of the upscale drink as she wrapped her fingers gently around the frame of the glass.

“Thank you very much.” She hummed, bringing the rim of the cup to her lips as the tastes of raspberry liqueur and pineapple juice invaded her taste buds, the sting of vodka accompanying the delightfully refreshing cocktail.

Jungkook scanned their surroundings, spotting Emmy’s now emptied table as Namjoon’s small entourage searched for a game to join. He grinned maliciously as his eyes settled on the same beauty from the past two evenings. Unfortunately for Namjoon, he hadn’t noticed her attempts in manipulations. Jungkook however caught onto her inconsistent features, enjoying the sight of her vibrant blue hues against the return of her brunette locks in contrast to the blonde from his strip dance the night before.

“There’s a table.” Jungkook pointed out, drawing attention to the sultry lady in black in just the way she hoped he would. This next game would be the perfect opportunity to keep them occupied, allowing the girls to complete their task so they could high tail it home with a hefty hustle.

Jungkook was eager to ruffle Emmy’s feathers once again, taking pleasure in the fact that he knew her secrets and had the upper hand due to his sparked friendship with Namjoon. Emmy watched as the men approached, lowering her glass from her lips as she lifted the beverage just a tad as if welcoming her opponents. “Evening, gentlemen. I hope you brought your poker face.” She teased, Namjoon huffing in amusement at her challenge.

As the men took their seats, Emmy’s eyes pierced into Jungkook, her anger slowly bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she recalled their last two encounters. She watched the smug expression invade his features as he took the seat beside her, catching onto the fact that he was adamant in blocking her from Namjoon. Emmy smiled sarcastically the moment they made eye contact, knowing this was not only the man who foiled her original attempts to get close to Namjoon, but also the first man that ever blatantly criticized her looks.

She turned her attention back to her drink, downing another sip as she slid her fingers across her chips, enjoying the slight clicking sounds as they shifted from her touch. The game was about to begin, and she was going to do whatever she needed to make sure Jungkook didn’t get the best of her yet again.

—

Jade sat quietly on the rolling chair nestled at the small office nook of their hotel room, her fingers rapidly tapping away on her keyboard as she hacked the concierge computer system to find the location of Namjoon’s hotel room. Her eyes skimmed the text displayed across her screen as she caught sight of the room number registered under his account.

“Room 1464.” She spoke quietly, hearing a shuffle resound in her eardrum from the opposite end of the communication device. Ruby was on the opposite end, casually strolling through the halls as she awaited instructions on which target to hit, prepared to execute the technical part of their scheme.

The brawn of the trio hummed in response, moving swiftly towards the elevators to ascend to the fourteenth floor in search of the proper room. Jade continued manipulating the keys of her laptop as she pulled up the proper program needed to unlock the young millionaire's hotel suite, taking a sip of the iced coffee that was keeping her awake into the late hours of the evening.

Just as Jade directed Ruby, a series of knocks echoed against their hotel door, causing Jade to jump from the surprise of someone stopping by at such a late hour. Was it someone from the hotel? Did any of them order room service before they embarked on the evening's tasks? She raised an eyebrow out of curiosity, pushing her palms against the desk to allow her chair to roll back. She hesitantly stood from her position, taking slow steps towards the door as she called out.

“Coming.” She spoke softly, her hand pressing down against the door handle as she pulled the bulking panel back towards her. Her eyes widened at the sight behind the door, stunned to find a handsome man with the most intense eyes staring directly at her, a devilish charm radiating from his features.

“Room service.” Taehyung tutted happily, moving swiftly past her as he balanced a silver tray atop his left hand. A black suit adorned his built frame, a tussle of messy hair hanging just above his eyes as he stalked her field of view, placing the tray down against the desk on the opposite end of the room.

Jade’s jaw unhinged as she watched the hotel staff bulldoze past her, completely shocked by how forward and confident the man appeared to be. She released the door to inquire about what was ordered, wondering if Emmy or Ruby placed a request for a celebratory treat.

As she moved, the weight of the door caused it to swing on its hinges, shutting her inside with the mysterious hotel staff member. She moved to capture the lid of the platter, lifting her hand up to spot a plate full of chocolate strawberries beautifully displayed against the china. Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the treat, subconsciously licking her lips as her eyes devoured the sight.

Taehyung took the opportunity to inch closer to the curly hair brunette, his mind racing with creative and amusing ways that he could distract her from assisting her partners in crime.

The sensation of a hand resting against her hip caused Jade to flinch in surprise, turning quickly on her heel to be met with only a few inches of proximity keeping Taehyung from her lips. His sharp stare latched to her mouth, seductively flicking his eyes up to meet hers as he wrapped his arm behind her back, pulling her forward to crash into him.

Jade found herself completely frozen, stunned by how daring Taehyung seemed as she pushed back against his chest. She went to protest, Taehyung tapping his index finger over her lips as he subtly shut her up.

“Did you know that chocolate covered strawberries are an aphrodisiac?” He hummed, reaching past her to grab one of the plump berries before bringing it up to his lips. His eyes glimmered in amusement as he stuck the fruit in his mouth, taking a bite of the decadent treat as Jade watched as if a moth to a flame.

“Here…take a bite, sweetheart.” He grinned, reaching past her to replace his strawberry with a fresh one. He held it out, the chocolate coating brushing against her lips as she fought the heat building in her core. Who the fuck was this man? And why did she so desperately want him to ravage her despite being a complete stranger?

Her mind short circuited in her attempts to pinpoint his familiarity, the delicious taste of chocolate invading her taste buds. Just as she went to give in, he pulled the morsel away, tossing it back on the plate before moving his hands to cup her face, pulling her lips flush against his own.

Jade’s eyes nearly bulged out from her head, her body stiffening as she tasted the mix of chocolate and strawberry on his tongue, her body slowly melting into his embrace. She couldn’t help the small moan that manifested from the sweet kiss, Taehyung grinning proudly against her lips as he dropped his hands back to her waist, shifting her body to press against the foot of the bed.

It had been a while since Jade received this kind of attention from a man, let alone one as handsome as him. As her mind fogged with the haze of sinful desire, Taehyung took every opportunity to move in on his prey, pressing softly against her stomach to push her back against the cotton sheets beneath her.

Jade gasped at the sudden drop, finding clarity as she remembered that this man was a complete stranger to her. Obviously, she wasn’t the type of girl to let a man she just met have his way with her, but why did she so desperately want to?

Taehyung didn’t allow her a moment to think, quickly crawling onto her as she slowly inched back, still fighting with her sense of reason as she became caged beneath him. “I bet you taste as good as the strawberries…” He breathed, tempted to abort his mission and fuck her with their strawberry laced make outs. “What do you think? Can I taste you?” He smirked, pressing his lips forwards to capture her lips once again.

Any rational thinking left in Jade’s thoughts was swept under the rug, allowing Taehyung to continue his manipulations. He trailed his hands up her side, capturing her wrists as he brought her arms above her head, trailing his lips from her mouth down her neck to flirt with her collarbone.

Just as Jade’s body ignited with the heat of her desires, the cold touch of metal brushed against the skin of her wrist. She pulled away, a short series of clicks confirming her worst nightmare as Taehyung’s lips pulled into a devilish grin. Her eyes snapped up to find her wrist handcuffed to the headboard of the bed, Taehyung chuckling mischievously as he pushed up to rest on his knees.

“Come on, Sweetheart.” He laughed once more, his head tilting back in amusement. “You want it so badly that you’d spread your legs for the first man that touches you?” As he spoke his words, he trailed his fingers up her thigh, flirting with the edge of her shorts.

Jade narrowed her eyes as she intently observed his features, the look of shock crashing over her as she recognized him from a few nights back. This was the same man who flat out asked to take her up to his room at the nightclub, distracting her from eavesdropping on Emmy’s conversation with Namjoon. How in the world did he even find her? Who the hell was he?

Jade huffed in annoyance, watching as Taehyung swung his leg over her, standing back up as he moved to retrieve another strawberry. He ate it joyfully as he discarded the stem, glancing back at Jade who was letting a series of curses escape the barrier of her lips.

“Fuck you!” She hissed, tugging hopelessly against the cuffs.

He let out another chuckle. “Oh, trust me, I wish you would.” He teased, sucking the reminisce of chocolate from the pads of his fingers. “Unfortunately, I have places to be.” He continued, moving towards the door as he relished in the sight of her helpless against the mattress. “Hang in there.” He added, watching as her wrist hung from the bedframe, thoroughly amused by how easy it was to detain her, it was almost humiliating really.

Jade felt her anger bubble over, “Get me out of this shit.” She hissed only to watch Taehyung wave his hand as he dismissed himself.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. You look too good tied down.” He called back, his pearly whites shining through his cocky grin as he swiftly moved out of her hotel room.

Jade let out a deep growl of frustration, kicking her legs as she tried to slip her hand from its confinements. After a few minutes of her hopeless attempts, she sighed in defeat, mulling over how she was possibly going to explain this to Emmy and Ruby.

—

Ruby calmly moved through the halls of the hotel, following the plaques posted with a series of room numbers. She fiddled with the decoy key card as her hips snapped to and fro with each domineering step. “Almost there.” She spoke softly in her earpiece, watching the room numbers ascend door by door. The silence from her teammate wasn’t unusual since too much chatter tended to distract from their tasks.

Her indication allowed Jade to start the transfer of data into the decoy so that Ruby could gain access into the room and work her magic on the safe. As she approached the door, she quickly glanced up and down the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before using the key card. The door beeped, but the light flashed red in error. Ruby tried it again but had the same result. “Jade, is the key ready?”

She suddenly felt nervous after a moment of silence, worried about trying the key once again. “Jade? Hello?” There was still no response and Ruby cursed, attempting the decoy once again. She jostled the handle to test if it would let her into the room, but the door held firm. “I’m going to kill her…” She muttered under her breath, analyzing the lock for an alternative route inside.

While she messed with the door handle, she failed to realize there were a pair of footsteps coming from around the corner until their intimidating presence loomed from down the hall. “Step away from the door!” A man hollered, causing her to whip her head in the direction of his voice.

Her eyes widened as she saw two security guards stomping towards her. “Shit!” She hissed, pushing off from the door and bolting in the opposite direction. She darted down the long corridor, trying to gain distance as she turned the corner only to be met with a brute force blocking her path.

She glanced up to find the smile of a familiar man, placing his features back to the club as she recalled turning him down and fetching him a drink. His satisfied smirk told her all of the unspoken communication she needed, feeling a pair of hands grab her arms from behind.

“This is the one.” Jimin’s voice was calm and collected, the security guards aggressively tugging at her arms to prop them behind her back. She winced in pain as she felt herself get pushed forward, their collective strength too much for her to take single handedly.

She narrowed her eyes, shouting back towards Jimin as she felt her body continue to get propelled forward. “You ass!” Her voice echoed in the hallway as she bent her neck uncomfortably to watch Jimin get farther away from them. Just as she went to turn the corner, she noticed him pluck out a hotel room key from his pocket, holding it up between his index and middle finger, a smug grin plastered on his face as he turned his attention to Namjoon’s door.

—

Back at the poker tables, Emmy sat observing her cards intently to plan out her next move. The men of the table didn’t seem to be concerned whether their funds would increase or decrease in the game, mostly enjoying the company and drinks as Namjoon ordered another round of Jack Daniel’s for his entourage.

Jungkook glanced down at his phone, his eyes scanning the text on the screen as Jimin informed him of their success. A large malicious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he swiftly placed his device back in the pocket of his dress pants. He took this opportunity to pivot in his stool, his eyes entrapping the crystal hues of Emmy as he leaned back, his body practically dripping with finesse.

“I gotta say, you play your cards well.” He grinned, fanning his cards slightly as he placed them down against the table with flair. “Too bad your hustle isn’t as good as your poker face.” His amusement multiplied as he watched the sexy brunette’s face morph in confusion, trailing his eyes towards Namjoon to give Emmy a hint.

Emmy could feel the pressure Jungkook was trying to apply, taping her fingertips gently on the back of her cards. “Whatever do you mean?” She gritted between her teeth, watching as the men around the table placed their bets in the center.

“This poker game, dancing with Namjoon at the club, even your little stunts at the strip club…” Jungkook spoke casually as he turned his attention to place his wagers onto the plush green tabletop. His eyes shot to the side, catching the glimpse of panic striking in her features as she connected the dots that he knew exactly who she was the entirety of their exchange, including a specific lap dance turned explicit.

Emmy huffed in disbelief, placing the rest of her chips into the center as she went all in on her current hand of cards. “Take your losses, hot shot. I got this game in the bag.” She knew the girls would be finished with their tasks any minute, allowing her to take her leave as she fought the urge to compulsively challenge Jungkook yet again.

She wanted to smack the smug look off of his face as he leaned back in, whispering seductively as the dealer displayed the cards. “I’m always one step ahead of you, baby girl.” He glanced back to the men conversing besides them, making sure to keep quiet only for her ears to hear. “Did you know that right now, my boys and I just made bank off of…” His eyes darkened, his voice mimicking that of a helpless damsel in distress, “my dear friend that I just couldn’t let you manipulate?”

He let out a chuckle watching as Emmy pieced together the information of his confession, watching as her eyes burned with rage at the discovery of their deceit. Just as she often manipulated through dramatics, Jungkook turned to the table, slamming his hands down in defeat as the dealer announced Emmy’s poker victory. This man was a male copy of herself, dramatic and clever.

Namjoon laughed from across the table, watching as the dealer shifted the chips towards the feisty woman in black. “Better luck next time, JK.” Namjoon tutted as he turned his attention back to the waiter who was taking their drink order.

Emmy was starstruck, completely flabbergasted at the amount of effort Jungkook placed into sabotaging their hustle just so he could profit himself. This entire time he poses as part of Namjoon’s entourage after building his trust the first night he spent in Vegas, only to become the one who would deliver the final blow. It was infuriating. Once again, he’d managed to get the best of her.

“You’re a real ass, JK.” She spoke his name harshly, finally having a name to associate with his obnoxious appearance. He simply hummed in satisfaction as he stood from his seat, glancing back in her direction.

“You might want to save your winnings to bail out your friends.” He leaned forward whispering in her ear as he became increasingly more cocky. “They got in the way.”

He smirked as he pulled away, Emmy desperately wanting to snap back at him but coming up short at the reality that Jungkook and his comrades had successfully bamboozled them.

“Oh, and by the way…” He flicked his tongue against the metal hoop of his lip piercing, catching it between his teeth as he glanced over her body. “Thanks for the strip tease, baby girl.”

That was it! Emmy officially had her jaw dropped, gapping like a fish as she vividly recalled Jungkook feeling up on her naked body the previous evening. He knew exactly who she was this entire time and even when she thought she bested him at the club, he had other intentions, pocketing the opportunity for a rainy day. She felt her cheeks burn in frustration as she completely disregarded her winnings, pulling her phone from her clutch as she quickly dialed Jade’s number.

She glanced back over her shoulder as Jungkook walked the floor with swag, watching as he retreated from the room, the dial tone blaring in her eardrum as she helplessly waited for Jade to answer.

—

“When we find her, I’m gonna kill her.” Emmy hissed, marching through the hotel corridors in search of the room Jade should have been in to aid in their efforts, but failed to respond. Shortly after trying to reach her friend, she got a call from Ruby, who was being detained in hotel security. The plan completely fell apart and they were about to get to the bottom of it.

“Get in line.” Ruby muttered, stalking menacingly next to her, equally as upset about the circumstance. They arrived at the room and practically busted the door, expecting to find clues of her whereabouts rather than her fighting against the handcuffs that kept her against the headboard. “What the fuck were you doing?” Ruby narrowed on the plate of chocolate covered strawberries, noticing that someone had already indulged in the decadent fruit.

Jade gasped, turning away from the headboard to see her teammates glaring at her. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you guys are here!” She overlooked the intense fire burning in their irises as the pain of the cuffs seared from her tender wrist, since she fought with them for quite some time.

Emmy rolled her eyes, running her tongue over her teeth as she came over to help Jade out. “I wouldn’t be…” She said ominously, plucking a hairpin from her clutch and sneaking it through the mechanism to unlock the cuffs.

Ruby was still looking at the platter in bewilderment, “Seriously? What happened?”

Jade sighed as the metal unlatched from her wrists and gently rubbed the raw flesh. She turned to her girls, finally registering their annoyed expressions. “Uh, well I got distracted-”

“Yeah, no shit. It looks like you were trying to get laid while we were busy doing our job!” Emmy snapped, trying to get the truth from the brains of their operation. Jade was very good at sugar coating, but that’s not what they needed to hear.

“Listen, someone knocked on the door and I thought you guys accidentally ordered room service…” Emmy began shaking her head in disbelief. She could already see where this story was going. “This guy just walks in with the strawberries and… um…” Jade became sheepish, remembering how easily she let him disable her with some sweet words and kisses.

“Please tell me you’re joking. This has to be a joke.” Emmy rubbed her temples, growing more agitated with her friend’s stupidity. It was like the first lesson of seduction and Jade completely fell for it.

Ruby started laughing, bending over from the severe stomach pains as she watched the shameful expression over Jade’s face. “And I thought you were the smart one.” Her laughter only became louder.

Jade glared, crossing her arms over her chest. “How was I supposed to know I would be a target? I’m behind the scenes for a reason.” She argued with a huff.

Emmy was beyond herself. She was already on edge from her interaction with JK, then she had to get Ruby out of holding, and to put the cherry on top, Jade couldn’t even help them because she let her vagina do the thinking. “I showed my tits three times during this mission and have nothing to show for it, so you owe me.” Emmy went towards the bathroom, ignoring the looks her comrades gave her. “Don’t ask!”

Ruby only smirked back at Jade. “So, how did he woo you? Did he call you pretty or the most beautiful girl in the world?” She teased, mimicking a deep voice as if she were the guy that bested Jade.

Jade retaliated by throwing a pillow at her head, tossing herself on the bed in shame as they heard the shower run in the other room. She glanced back at Ruby, “So, what did I miss? Was it bad?”

Ruby cringed, “Yeah… it wasn’t good.”

—

After Emmy’s shower, they quickly packed their things to leave the scene and were checking out of the room in the hotel lobby. Jade glanced around the space, making sure they weren’t spotted or being watched until her eyes came across the handsome stranger that disposed of her earlier. He was leaning up against the wall near the entrance, unbothered by his surroundings as he stood waiting for something or someone.

Jade nudged Ruby’s shoulder while Emmy consulted the receptionist at the front desk. “That’s the guy.” She whispered, tilting her head in his direction as Ruby followed the gesture.

As the two women watched him from afar, his dark eyes flickered towards them, locking onto them as a smirk crawled over his plush mouth. He lifted his hand and slowly dragged his thumb across his bottom lip along the tip of his tongue as his stare bore into them; his actions drawn out and deliberate. “What the hell?” Ruby whispered to herself.

Jade blushed from his intensity, remembering the brief moment back in the hotel room before a loud honk from outside reverberated through the lobby. He broke away, glancing outside to see a black car parked just in front of the doors. He flashed the girls a large smile and then bent down to grab his small duffle bag.

“What are you guys looking at?” Emmy huffed, still working through her irritation from the day. She followed their eyes to see a familiar man leaving the entryway of the hotel and going out towards the car.

Jade briskly walked towards the doors, hoping to catch the license plate number and her teammates followed after her, “Jade, wait!”

He stepped into the back of the vehicle, the windows of the front passenger seat rolled down to reveal Jungkook and Jimin. The girls reached the valet, as they connected all the dots from this mission. Emmy knew JK had accomplices, but she never imagined it would be with the two she encountered at the casino. Ruby glared at Jimin since he was the reason she got detained.

“Thanks for your hustle, ladies. It really paid off!” Jimin hollered out the window as Jungkook pulled away, leaving the women to watch the back of the car. Jade noted the license plate and chuckled sarcastically to herself.

“What could possibly be funny?” Emmy asked, feeling annoyed once again. If she ever had the chance to see them again, she would make sure they paid for the humiliation. She would show them exactly what she was capable of and play dirty to win.

Jade was in mild disbelief, “Their license plate… it was H, U, S, L as in hustle.”

Ruby smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “Men are stupid.”

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