#jock!namjoon

[jvngkook97]

Class Act

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

[kithtaehyung]

➛ jock bangtan 1/? | bball captain joon

[marxy-06]

Favorites Rec List 3

More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))

Kim Namjoon

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)

Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)

"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)

Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)

Kim Seokjin

24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)

A better grip (@jinkookspencil)

A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)

You again (@gashinabts)

Soarin' (@aquagustd)

Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)

Jealous (@youtifulhobi)

Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)

Influence (@aquagustd)

Min Yoongi

Back burner (@yoonpobs)

Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)

Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)

Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)

When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)

The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)

Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)

Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)

Jung Hoseok

All it takes (@yoongiofmine)

Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)

The promises we keep (@vyduan)

Your body is an artwork (@borathae)

Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)

Park Jimin

Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)

Pretty like you (@axigailxo)

Serendipity (@angellesword)

Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)

All I need (@joonberriess)

Apricot (@vminity21)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)

High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)

Taste of little (@maliby)

Cherry king (@jiminrings)

Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)

He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)

Kim Taehyung

The art of touch (@chateautae)

Nude (@btssmutgalore)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)

"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)

Library kisses (@kwanslvr)

Jeon Jungkook

Way Back Home (@solemnreads)

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)

Jock!jungkook (@joonberriess)

Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)

Shades of red (@thatlongspringnight)

Pu$$y fairy (@angelguk)

Idealizations concerning real life relations (@venusiangguk)

Little blue pill (@dreamescapeswriting)

Brown eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Superstar (@jinkookspencil)

Spicy n' sweet (@thvhoe)

The ability to fathom (@hanniwrites)

Bad omega, sweet omega (@helenazbmrskai)

"I couldn't live without you" (@jungk0oksthighs)

In my eyes (@axigailxo)

"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)

You're leaving me (@delukoo)

Love; weakness (@akinnie75)

Bloodline (@jjkeverlast)

Greek god (@bonny-kookoo)

Size kink (@lavenjoon)

Ex on the beach (@beahae)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

Accidental roommates (@jjkeverlast)

Good girl (@bonny-kookoo)

Crazy (@kookiecrumb)

Curious boy (@jinkookspencil)

Confident (@h0neypjm)

Still perfect (@cupoftaae)

OT7

Trouvaille (@spookyserenades)

A comforting hand (@purpleyoonn)

Abundance (@angelicyoongie)

Appreciation (@vminizzle)

Reaction: faking orgasms (@dreamescapeswriting)

Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)

Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)

You belong (@imnotlauriane)

(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 jock!jungkook—a much needed thread.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  Jeon Jungkook, third year

Football player and part time fuck-boy (< Jimin said that). He's apart of many different clubs cause he likes the extra activities and the bonus points he gets as credits. A lot of people know him, he's got a snapchat score of more than one-hundred thousand (red flag!1!).

Jungkook's a cool guy, he's messed with a lot of girls but he doesn't take them seriously. Probably only had like one serious girlfriend out of all of them but he ended that real quick cause she wasn't it. Always at the frat parties cause his fraternity throws them lmao. Beer ping-pong enthusiast here!

Drives a black Mercedes Benz, likes to light it up and make thirst traps for his Instagram. His insta is literally only one pic, posts a bit more on stories when he feels like it (rarely). Gym rat with Namjoon. He don't do much outside of school if he's free, often stays at home playing different video games.

Nice "fuckboy".

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  y/n l/n, second year

In the nursing program but mainly majors in accounting/business. Talks to a lot of people but isn't friends with many. Really nice, too sweet for your own good. Lots of people like you, but they also take advantage of you cause you're a little too slow.

Airhead here! Really clueless half the time and is really slow. The nicest way possible you're a dumb bimbo. Likes to wear low cut tops a lot and cute miniskirts with tennis shoes but forgets to wear safety shorts a lot. Carries a big heart underneath those big tits—

Half the male population wants a piece. You have a lot of followers but you don't follow them cause you're busy following cat accounts. Major Animal Crossing and Sailor Moon fan right here. Posts a lot of thirst traps unknowingly. Owns a bunny. Said bunny sleeps on tits.

Hates clothes when at home <<<

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Are you two dating?? Yes-No.

You act like it. Nothing is official and people are like what the fuck? Especially Jimin. No one is more confused than Jimin. Like what the fuck you mean you're not dating? But you're hitting it?!

It's complicated, you both beat around the bush around that topic but are extremely loyal. Like Jungkook still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? You're too dense to notice any other guy flirting so sex is off the table for you.

Carries your bag around cause you complain it's heavy. Has bought a Nintendo switch just to play Animal Crossing with you. His mom loves you and your mom loves him. Lap is your permanent chair, face is your gaming chair—

Hand? On tits. Always.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ But you fuck? Yes. Just yes.

Only happened cause he helped you out and you kissed his cheek in return which somehow turned into you giving his dick a kiss and then yeah. Titty galore. This man loves your tits, always leaves a mark and never misses a chance to squeeze. Ass is amazing too but titties..

"Maybe you shouldn't wear any panties when we hang out." "Hm. Okay. I don't like clothes anyways. ^^"

Creampies to the max. Jungkook likes watching your dewy folds stick to his cock whenever he slides out and then pushes back in. He'll fill your pussy and then watch as your pussy gapes around nothing and strings of creamy cum slips from your cunt. Challenges himself to make you cum more then three times in one go.

Got the chubbiest and softest pussy ever. You're a creamer. It's Jungkook's most favorite thing in the world. He'll fuck you slowly just to hear the soft noises your cunt makes. He'll have you on all fours with your chest flat on the bed and ass high in the air. Your hands will come back to grip your ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off your pretty holes.

Jungkook's a huge fan of taking photos of you naked and filled with cum. He'll even video tape you two fucking either from a first person pov or just set the phone up on the nightstand.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  Ummmmm but the relationship status?? Very much giving "mine and I'm not sharing".

hiiiii this is a small series i’m considering writing! might turn it into a fic hehe with lots and lots of dirty smut. though, i’m willing to write your ideas based on this thread!

[jiminiereads]

fic recs: bts ii

disclaimer: some fics contain mature content, so minors DNI!!!!

jin

on the ropes @raplinesmoon a | s - wc: 18k

ex-boxer!jin, lawyer!reader, infidelity!au

stay with me @bts-trash-blog f

long-distance relationship, established relationship

give me love @taleasnewastime s | f - wc: 6.1k

established relationship!, pwp

night drive @minimonojoon f - wc: 3k

best friends to lovers!au, groomsmen!jin x bridesmaid!reader

i’m all yours @sailoryooons f - wc: 2.3k

best friends to lovers!au, idiots to lovers!au, so so soft!!

yoongi

speak now @vminity21 a | s - wc: 2.4k

friends to lovers!au, bride-to-be!reader

almost @bluewhale52 f - wc: 1.9k

established relationship!au, idol!au, wife!oc

like flowers we bloom @cupofteaguk f - wc: 5k

bad boy!au

no rebounds (series) @joheunsaram a | f | s - wc: 16k

marriage!au

hobi

the ick @taleasnewastime f - wc. 6k

friends to lovers!au

namjoon

first christmas @spideyjimin f - wc: 2.2k

established relationship!au, christmas!au, parents!au

how i love you @ahundredtimesover a | f | s - wc: 28.3k

established relationship!au, husband!namjoon

cruise control @lavienjin s | f | slight a - wc: 13.6k

street racer!au, doctor!reader

somewhere between the lines @caelesjjk s | a | slight f - wc: 9.8k

divorce!au, exes to lovers??

i love you @ughseoks f - wc: 1.8k

established relationship!au, slice(s) of life!au

doom boy @raplinesmoon a | s | slight fluff - wc: 14.2k

mafia!au, established relationship!au, namjoon thought he escaped his past…

class act @jvngkook97 f | s | a - wc: 4.7k

college!au, jock!namjoon, introverted!reader, strangers to lovers!au

an affair of the art @raplinesmoon f | slight a - wc: 1.3k

husband!namjoon, new parents!au, dad!namjoon, art enthusiasts!au

jimin

lovely demons @kpopfanfictrash a | s - wc: 41.7k

fantasy!au, enemies to lovers!au

serendipity (series) @sopebubbles a | f

idol!au, pregnancy!au, smau and written

lust @adonis-koo s - wc. 11k

demon!au, strangers to lovers

taehyung

heart of the flame (series) @chateautae a | s | f

roommates!au, friends to lovers!au

in bloom @untaemedqueen a | f | s - wc: 6.2k

tattooed&pierced!taehyung, tattoo artist!taehyung, florist!reader, married!au, family!au

farmer boy, i love you @strawberrynamjoon a | f | s - wc: 35k

farming!au, enemies to lovers

breath of spring @cupofteaguk f - wc: 9k

florist!au, strangers to lovers

girl code @allysonhope f | slight a - wc: 7.4k

friends to lovers!au, oc tries to respect girl code

come back home (series) @another-army-spot a | s | f

dad!taehyung, teen parents, exes to lovers

the odds on us @jimilter a | s | slight f - wc: 15.5k

exes to lovers!au

jungkook

crush @jungxk light a | f | s - wc: 5.1k

memory loss!au, established relationship!au, dad!au

a lover’s bond @latetaektalk heavy a | f - wc: 18.7k

greek mythology! AU- specifically orpheus and eurydice! AU

marry me? @bebejungkook f - wc: 0.7k

established relationship!au, gamer!jk, crybaby!reader

this is how you fall in love @jeonqkooks s | f - wc: 9.3k

rockstar!jk, established relationship!au

down and down @koorara a | f - wc: 12k

mma fighter!jk, exes au

put your head on my shoulder @koorara slight a | f | s - wc: 10k

married!au, husband!jk

alien invasion @nocturnal-jeon f

fiancée!jk, new dad!jk

the reconnect @bonny-kookoo s | a | f - wc: 12.5k

exes to lovers!au, one night stand!au, dad!jungkook

bleeding for you @mercurygguk a | f - wc: 3.3k

EMT!jk, fiancé!au, car crash

inkling @gguksgalaxy a | s - wc: 17.7k

tattoo artist!jungkook

love in the dark @spideyjimin s | a f - wc: 18k

ceo au, forbidden romance au, established relationship au, exes to lovers

the truth untold @crispy-chan a | f - wc: 26k

royal!au, forbidden love, arranged marriage, knight!jungkook x princess!reader

lover @wnderkoo f - wc: 2.1k

established relationship!au, break up!au (BUT NOT REALLY)

the manliest @kookslastbutton s | f - wc: 1.2k

established relationship!au, crack, jk tries to be hard dom

under your skin @bonny-kookoo s | f | slight a

strangers to lovers!au, tattoo artist!jk, shy!reader

what if i love you too much? @taleasnewastime s | f | a - wc: 20.6k

neighborhood!au, single mom!reader

busted @btsgotjams27 f | slight smut (suggestive) - wc: 0.8

husband!jk, biker!jk (enough said)

[chimchimmarie]

OUT OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Part Two)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: College Au, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 1,500ish

Summary: Jimin finally realizes he wants out of the friendzone, but will you feel the same way when he finally makes his feelings known?

AN: I finally found the time to write pt. 2. I hope you like it. I listened to “Fire Away” by John Michael Howell while writing this.

Read Part One.

The mood in this movie night has quickly shifted from playful banter between friends into one in which you feel judged for sharing that you had finally met someone. You feel yourself crawling into yourself more and more. For a moment, it feels like your friends were ganging up on you, deeming you as some unattractive, poor excuse for a woman who is unworthy of attention and love.

They didn’t actually say that, of course. But your mind has gone into the rabbit hole of overthinking that fast. At this point, you believe it’s becoming more of a second nature to you. You just can’t help it, and you hate yourself for it.

The whole conversation had really made you so self-conscious. You genuinely believe that Taehyung doesn’t mean to hurt you in any way. He’s not a bad person. He’s your best friend. But sometimes words could cut even if you don’t intend them to.

You just don’t get why he just had to make it sound like you’re making the biggest mistake of your life, that you’re being crazy for wanting to finally date.

What’s wrong with dating anyway? Don’t you have a right to meet guys and go out on actual dates?

Are you really that awful as a person to the point that even your friends would forbid you to go out with a guy you think is great?

You feel so betrayed. What kind of friends would gaslight you into thinking you aren’t good enough to date?

And if they tell you one more time that this is them being protective of you, then they’re being complete jerks. This is absurd, you think. You’re a consenting adult, capable of making choices for yourself. And you don’t need to be babied like a middle schooler.

By the time Jimin showed up, Taehyung started acting more frantic than he was prior. He’s still going on and on on why you can’t be thinking about going out with Namjoon. The other guys chimed in, too. Going so far as judging him because he’s a varsity player. But you genuinely think that Namjoon looks decent and nice for someone who plays sports.

He’s nothing like most jocks you’ve come across with in campus. Most of which have either been a fuckboy or a totally egotistic maniac. Namjoon was a great guy. And all these misconstrued notions they have of him is getting in your nerves.

Jimin has been quiet ever since. He hasn’t said a single word to you. He didn’t back you up like he usually does. He’s being too quiet, actually. You’ve been trying to catch his eyes but he hasn’t looked at you since he entered the room. He also suddenly picked a seat on the floor, instead of his usual spot next to you. It’s almost as if he’s suddenly ignoring you.

Feeling so frustrated, you fire back at Taehyung, raising your voice and startling everyone in the room.

“And why should I listen to you!? You’re not my dad, none of you are! You can’t tell me what I can or cannot do! ”

“Oh come on, that’s not even what I’m trying to do, y/n. I’m just worried about—“

“Worried about what?? Can’t you just be happy for me for once?! Damn it Tae!”

“Hey, hey, guys… Stop it. We came here to watch a movie and hang out. Come on.” Jin tries to pacify the tension while blocking your view of Taehyung.

“Right. I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to—“

You didn’t even let Tae finish, you stood up and made a beeline for the door.

Before you could hit the elevator button, a firm warm hand grips on your wrist.

“Y/n. Please… Don’t leave.”

You recognize Jimin’s voice. You feel the warmth of his body close to you. His scent overpowering you for a moment.

You scoff as you try to pry your hands away.

“So, now you speak. Where were you when Tae was in my face the whole time in there?”

You turn around with much force, yanking your arm away from his hold.

“He doesn’t mean it. He’s just—”

“—being Tae. Right. And I’m supposed to just let it slide, like every time?” You cut him off. Frustration and disappointment laced heavily in your tone.

“You know what, I’m sick and tired of taking all this shit from you guys. Whenever I talk to you about my dating life, you get like this. EVERY. DAMN. TIME! Am I not allowed to do that? Is there some kind of rule that I cannot go out there and meet people? I know you guys care about me, but for crying out loud, stop treating me like the helpless little sister you never had!”

The silence that followed your outburst was excruciating. Jimin was wide eyed as he watches you lash out on him, mouth agape and jaw stuttering before he could manage to respond.

“That’s not how I ever saw you.” His voice was soft it’s almost a whisper.

“What?” You ask.

“I never saw you as just a little sister y/n.” Jimin pauses to look at you.

You don’t understand where he’s trying to go with this but you keep mum and decide to let him talk.

“You were more than just that to me. You have no idea.” He scoffs. He keeps his eyes on you as continues to speak his mind.

“And can you please stop thinking that we’re ganging up on you. That we don’t care. That we’re out here to hurt you—God! That’s the last thing we’d ever want for you! And Tae—he’s just trying to… get me to do something about it.”

“About what?” You press him to go on.

Jimin seems hesitant to speak again but he decides it was now or never.

“Y/n, listen to me. Don’t go out with Namjoon. I—“

“Jimin, not you too! For fuck’s sake just—“

“I like you, okay!! There! I said it! I like you!” He cuts you off, hands thrown in the air.

You stop moving and breathing altogether. His sudden confession rendered you unable to speak. You didn’t really know how to respond to that. You feel like you’ve been blindsided by your best friend. You just stood there with eyes bulging, seemingly shocked at what he had just blurted out. Before you could figure out what to say, he’s talking again.

“Look, this isn't how I wanted to do this. Part of the reason Tae acted so rashly is because he knows I was supposed to tell you tonight after the movie but.. you just—I mean, you’ve started seeing people and you’re not supposed to—I mean, I can’t dictate what you can or cannot do.. but.. I haven’t… I just… I had to— God, why is this so hard!? I feel like an idiot!”

Jimin pauses to catch his breath. He rakes his fingers through his hair as frustration starts to crawl up to him.

Taking a step closer to where you’ve been frozen in place, Jimin takes your trembling hands in his. In another breath, he bares his soul to you.

“I’m in love with you y/n. I have for quite some time now. I just— I haven’t been brave enough to admit it. Even to myself. But I want to change that now. And this is me finally doing what I should have done the first time I realized it.”

Jimin watches you for any reactions. But you’re beyond speechless with how things turned out. You’re suddenly hyperaware of his existence in front you.

He’s held you like this before, so many times actually that you’ve lost count already. But the touch of his skin and the way he tightens his grip suddenly feels foreign to you. It almost feels wrong. Like he’s not supposed to hold you like this. He’s your best friend. He’s not supposed to touch you and tell you these absurd things while looking at you like… like he… like he’s actually in love with you.

“Please say something?” He demands with his voice that suddenly sounds so sweet yet yearning.

You look into his eyes as your mind goes haywire in full panic mode and all you can think of doing at the moment is the one thing you genuinely believe you’re good at—running.

And so that’s what you do. You run.

You run from this situation. From your best friend. From the feelings that suddenly feels so suffocating.

Your voice finds you as you tremble and break the contact to hastily step back into the elevator.

“I… I can’t— I can’t do this.. Jimin, I—I’m sorry.”

As you wait for the doors to close., the last image you see is Jimin’s hopeful eyes morph into pain. Like someone just ripped his heart out of his chest.

Part Three tbc.

[oftenderweapons]

Natural Connection | KNJ | Ch.5

A Small Town Swoons story

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Plum)

Wordcount: 3.6k

Genre: stragers to lovers, fluff, mild angst; ranger/trainer!Namjoon, Chef!reader

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Plum wakes up needy, too bad Namjoon has already left her room. Their confrontation doesn't go where expected.

Trigger warnings: swearing, semi-public sex. Making out, grinding, dry humping, mutual masturbation, peaches and cream (i guess???). Musings on unprotected sex. Just a pinch of postcoital misunderstandings. Feral, possessive kissing and light biting.

A/N: Holy moly it's been two years???, but I guess it's better late than never, right? 😅💖 I decided to post this only now since I've already written the final 2 chapters. It's been tought, but I've decided it's time to return to this story and finally complete it (even though Ranger!Joon will be oh so dearly missed. I really didn't want to let go of him LOL, esp since it's time to drop this sunshine baby's full back story 😞🥺🥺🥺)

Here is my Masterlist, enjoy!

Navi: Part 1 – Part 2 — Part 3 – Part 4 - Part 5

When you saw Namjoon the next morning, you only remembered waking up to an empty bed. 

It wasn't a pleasant feeling and you weren't ready to acknowledge it like a mature, emotionally stable adult. 

“Good morning, Plum,” he murmured, standing very close beside you as he waited for his band of jocks to join you. 

“Morning,” you replied, a bit grumpy, but hiding it behind the pretense of courtness. 

“Did you sleep alright?” he asked, gentle and apprehensive. 

“Uh-huh.”

“Not very wordy, mh?” He nodded to himself. “Okay.” And just like that, conversation was over. 

You hated having him right beside you and wasting time in silence when all you wanted to do was hear him talk, but apparently you had to make do with what you had. 

The guys arrived all together maybe two minutes after he stopped talking to you. 

“Okay, let's stop by the equipment office so you can all get your climbing gear.” 

Cruelty didn't even begin to cover the ugly feeling coursing through your every limb. It was a sour kind of betrayal, both from your own body and from the person who has so perfectly won you over in nothing but four days of half smiles and hard work and competent guidance. 

It felt like your stomach was being played tennis with, slammed from one side to the other. 

Namjoon seemed entirely oblivious to the wretched state you were in, especially once he knelt in front of you and tugged at the straps around your thighs, slipping two fingers in between the harness and your skin to make sure there was enough space for your muscles to flex comfortably. “All set?” he asked, but his voice was dark and once his eyes shot up to your face he couldn't hide a flicker of lust lighting up his guts.

This angle, he thought, was just the same as when he'd lifted your leg and placed the back of your knee over his shoulder, his nose diving in the metallic, earthy scent of you. 

He was getting hard. He could tell. 

But you took a step back. “Yes.” Your reply was glacial, and it seemed as if you couldn't remove your harness fast enough. 

“I'll be right back,” you told him over your shoulder as you headed for the closest restroom in the sports hall. 

Namjoon just nodded and watched you go.

“What did you do to her?” Jackson asked him, an unwelcome afterthought, like his personal little devil perched on his shoulder. 

“I have no idea,” Namjoon replied, sincere and confused. 

“Did you tell her something rude? With your typical lone wolf harshness?” Jaebeom pitched in. 

“Who made her mad?” Asked Wooyoung, staring at your figure as you dashed across the hall. 

“Namjoon,” said Jackson, not even bothering with stating that maybe you weren't mad at all, and that Namjoon had done absolutely nothing to upset you. 

Yet, it was his interaction with you that had made you dash. Or so he thought. 

“Go check on the girl, you fool! Didn't mother teach you anything?” 

All the guys turned in Bangchan's direction and he seemed to quote, “Broke your heart I'll put it back together, I would wait forever and ever, and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl.” 

Jackson and Jaebeom just stared at him, as if they couldn't recognise their friend at all. 

“She literally said what every girl wants and we still act like girls are a mystery. Just listen to them, for goodness’ sake.” 

Namjoon nodded for a couple seconds, then started in the direction you went. 

He entered the corridor to the restroom, and hesitated by the shared washing room that gave access both to the men's toilets and the women's ones. He walked through the women's door. Three other doors in front of him. 

He really, wholeheartedly hoped there weren't other women around. 

“Plum, are you okay?” 

Silence followed. 

“I know you're here, Plum. I just need to know you're alright. I don't know what I said or did to upset you, but—” 

A door opened and for a second he thought he would die of mortification, then he registered your face. 

Relief, at first. 

Then something else. 

Your cheeks were aflame, and your chest too seemed to be on fire. 

Your lips were as red as he'd ever seen them, and it wasn't makeup because he hadn't noticed any bright colour on your face earlier. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

You nodded, still speechless. 

“You don't seem okay. What is it? Did I—?” 

“I am fine, Namjoon. Don't worry. I'm alright. Perfectly okay.”

“But you—” 

“Wonderfully fantastic, Namjoon.” Your tone was clipped 

You made your way to the door when he stepped in front of it. “Are you?”

You rolled your eyes. “I just told you so!” 

He pinched a lock of your hair in between his thumb and forefinger, straightened it, then released it. “You were grumpy this morning.”

“Just stressed about climbing.” 

“Nothing to do with me, so?” 

You rolled your eyes. Why would he be so perceptive? “Absolutely not.” 

“Am I frustrating you?” he asked, and stepped closer. 

“Yes, immensely, with all your questions and— The guys will be suspicious. Do they know you—” 

“That I came after you? Yes, they saw you dash and suggested I check in on you, which I wanted to do myself, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea, and their validation sort of helped. I know you're mad at me, I don't know why, though!” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You don't know why?!” 

You tried to sidestep him, but he was like a wall in front of you. “I don't.” 

“I woke up! Alone! I was…!” You gesticulated as if to complete your accusation, but the words wouldn't come out. 

“I see,” Namjoon replied, and he immediately noticed it was patronising, which made you seethe at him, pointing a finger against his chest.

“Do not use that tone with me, mister. You could at least have left a note.” 

He looked at you like you were nothing but a tiny little mouse he was about to thwart with his big bearish paws. “I'm sorry, Plum. You're right, I should have left a note.”

It was true, he'd dashed earlier that morning, but it was only because a deer had been found not far from the main road, his hind legs severely damaged, and he'd been called to help the local wildlife ranger to pick the animal up for rescue. “It was an emergency and I dashed out and—” 

“I woke up and you were gone.” Your eyes were wide, perfectly showing the disbelief you'd felt. “I woke up—” you said, and the pause that followed was like you were looking for words and only the wrong ones were coming up. “I woke up,” you repeated, “wanting you,” you added, cheeks aflame again, eyes aimed at him like guns, like saying ‘you know what I mean’, “And you weren't there,” you concluded. 

He stared at you for one or two blinks. “Wanting me?” He asked, and you shoved him back with both your hands, even more fed up. 

He, however, caught your wrists and brought them down to your sides, jutting his chin forward in a cocky expression. “You wanted me.” 

Your cheeks were boiling and your eyes couldn't bear his face any longer, so you turned them down, to the floor. “Yes.” 

“Plum,” he called, his hands trailing up your forearms, all the way to your shoulders. 

You shivered, but he proceeded still, headed for the sides of your neck, then your cheeks. 

“You want me still, sweets?” His thumbs forced your face up, but your eyes were glued to the floor. “Come on, Plum. Look at me, darling.” 

Reluctantly, you did. 

“Oh, sweets,” he spoke, ever so gently, so tender. “I was called on an emergency by the rangers of the local park. We were rescuing a deer.” 

Your pout was still glued to your face, and you weren't sure why. You're used to commandeering around ten men at a time, but this one, this specific man is not a force you can reckon with. 

“I wanted to stay, Plum. I truly did.” He kissed your temple when your initial frustration seemed to subside. “Let me make it up to you, sweets.” 

He touched the curve of your neck with his forefinger. “Was it when I asked about your day this morning?” He asked, his finger roaming across your collarbones. “When I asked how you slept?” His finger aimed even lower, just a few millimetres beneath the neckline of your top. He lowered his mouth to your ear, and when he spoke “Or was the sight of me kneeling in front of you, like when you came all over my mouth?”

Your insides clenched like you hadn't just given them the sort of satisfaction they were looking for.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asked, as if he needed to be in your good graces. “Anything you want, sweets.” While one hand drew the line of your side, coming to rest on your waist, the other rested on your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, and his brow knit as if he were in physical pain from the longing. And goodness, if he knew how to pine…

You let your lips disclose for him and he inhaled sharply as the warmth of your exhale slithered past his fingertip. 

His right hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded. 

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded again, and he smiled, so softly it killed you. 

“Use your words, Plum.”

Your heartbeat skipped, your temper now entirely dissolved into warm honey. “Please, kiss me.”

He nodded, his smile so blindingly happy. And he lowered himself to you. 

His lips were soft against your own, so delicate and tentative. No tongue, just tiny pecks. 

He seemed ready to let go of you, but you had other thoughts in mind. He was already rising, and all you could do was grip the nape of his hair, and keep him still, kissing the line of his jaw now that his mouth was out of reach. 

He pulled back, fighting you a little as you kept delivering open mouthed kisses to his throat, by now reaching his collarbone. 

He tipped his head back to make eye contact with you and you stopped. 

“You wannit?” He said, the words coming out like a dark purr, smooth and vaguely threatening. 

You nodded, exasperated, then remembered his correction from before and whispered, “Will you fuck me, please?”

His grin was devilish and helpless at the same time. He shook his head and tried to angle himself away from you, running his hands through his hair. 

He had only as much restraint as a well-disciplined, civilised, mannered man, no more no less. 

Even a saint would break for you. 

You thought he was about to head for the door and leave when he stood before it, locked it shut and turned back to you, with two great strides before slamming his mouth to yours and grabbing your ass, picking you up like you were nothing compared to what he usually lifts in the gym. 

You found yourself with your back to the wall and him pressed up against your front, squeezing you in a way that could have been suffocating, except you loved the way he was so explicit in wanting you, and how easy you could read the restraint he was imposing on himself. 

You ground against his navel and he lowered you just a little, so that your core was square against his pelvis. 

“Woke up late,” you told him in between kisses and gasps. “I stretched over to your side—“

He tried to focus on your words but all he could do was stare at your mouth and register the bits he needed.

“I wanted you,” you said, and it came out like a cry. 

“I know,” he said, soft, understanding, soothing. 

“You weren’t there, and I was late, and I couldn’t—” You gasped as he dove for your throat, biting gently, making you arch into him, against him, your bodies flush against each other. “I was so mad. So frustrated.”

“Let it all out, sweets,” he said, reliable, steady, strong. “Lay it all on me.”

“I didn’t even have time to pull myself together ‘cause I was late,” you whine, and it came out so weak, so silly. 

“I can fix that for you, if you want me to. Just say the words.” He didn’t even need anything done to himself, he just wanted to please you. So many years of well-spent solitude and self-control had taught him everything about patience, everything about himself. It was not his own pleasure he’d learnt to desire, but the pleasure he could give to someone else. 

“Want you inside,” you mumbled, chasing his mouth, needing his lips sucking your own, tongues tangled together. Feeling him through his shorts, through your own shorts too was torture when he could be skin to skin against you, inside you, even.

“We’d need to stretch you first, it’s gonna take a bit, baby,” he reminded you, worried. 

You bit your lip and looked away. “What if I’d already handled that?”

His eyes went wide, then he bit your chin fondly with a curious enthusiasm. “Just cause I looked at you while kneeling?”

You felt your cheeks flush with fire. “You were— It was like when, the other day you—”

“Hold tight,” he said, then freed an arm by using his forearm to hold you up from beneath both your thighs. With his spare hand, he shoved his shorts down before stopping. “Condom. Damn!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, then let your forehead fall to his shoulder. “Please…”

“Plum, I—”

You weren’t on birth control, and you couldn’t risk going bare. You possibly never could. Not with your period being the most irregular thing ever, and knowing that you could be ovulating any day now. 

He helped you slide down his body. “You don’t happen to—”

“Left them in my bedside drawer.”

He let his forehead fall against the wall. 

“I cannot go bare—” you offered weakly.

He kissed your temple. “I wouldn’t ask you that. Not even if we were both one hundred percent sure.”

You bit your lip again, thinking, a frown forming on your forehead. And then— 

You took his hand in yours, dragged him to the washbasin, with its mirror right in front of you, and as you stood against the counter, his body pressed up behind you, you lowered your shorts, exposing your naked behind to him. 

“Plum, I don't think this is a good idea,” he said, biting his tongue. 

“You can just grind and I'll—” You brought your hand to your labia and traced a circle against your core that almost made you shiver. 

“This could get messy,” he said. 

You turned to look at him from over your shoulder and with a flirty smile you added, “I don’t remember it being a problem last time.”

He shook his head and grinned, wolfish and sexy. 

You couldn’t quite align the sight of him now with the person he had been out in public about thirty minutes ago; and it got worse when he grabbed the left side of your face with his right hand and brought his mouth to your cheek, biting it gently, his lips giving it a slight suction, as if he were half between nibbling and kissing. 

Your head was playing some hard rock soundtrack while it all happened, and it was feral, and you were almost disconnected from yourself but it was heavenly. 

It was all heavenly until they knocked at the door. 

You stared at each other in the mirror and he cursed under his breath. 

“Keep going,” you whispered. “Let them eat cake.”

It took maybe a millisecond to win him over, and it got even rougher, his hand was at your neck, grabbing at the base of your jaw, and he gave a little jerk as your eyes rolled shut. He called for your attention and as soon as you mustered the strength to open your eyes, he brought his other hand to the hill of your pelvis, his hand dwarfing you as he cupped you. “Eyes on me, Plum.”

And you kept your pupils glued to his as he stuck two of his beautifully long, perfectly thick fingers inside you. 

Your jaw went slack and he grinned, your hand reaching behind you to grab his ass, pushing him even closer up against you, clawing at his glute. 

This time it was his jaw that was left hanging. 

You were moving just right against each other, and the knocking stopped, and the last thing you knew was that he groaned, head thrown back before you felt it, hot and wet against you. His head snapped forward next, teeth sinking at the spot between your neck and shoulder as he tried to muffle a moan. 

Similarly, you pressed the ball of your hand to your lips as your left one assisted his own between your legs, his fingers inside you while your digits worked on the outside.

He murmured sweet nothings in your ear as he focused on you, kissing, sucking, nibbling at the sensitive skin near your neck and jaw and collarbone. “Come on, Plum,” he whispered. “Come on my fingers, sweet thing. I promise I’ll be so good to you.” His mouth was everywhere on you, and his hand — the one not inside you — was so sweet on your face and your hair. 

“I’ll give you anything tonight, I swear, Plum. Anything you want, you’ll have it. It’s all yours,” he said, back to his chivalrous, servicing self. “You’re so beautiful, so precious, so lovely.” His nose was deep in your hair, inhaling you, the osmanthus and elderflower of your shampoo. “I never thought I would find something like you. You’re unbelievable.”

And there was so much pining, so much longing in his dark and shimmering eyes, that when you looked at him again, you crumbled, your legs giving out, and you were lucky his arms had you locked in his embrace: his left one holding your torso and head upright while his hand cradled your face; his right arm instead ran across your waist and navel, his fingers still deep inside you, and it was only thanks to his forearm that you didn’t melt to the floor. His hips were pinning you to the hard edge of the counter, and you knew it would feel tender later, maybe bruise even, but in the haze of your ecstasy you almost found it sexy. 

“There you go, Plum,” he cooed at you, his smile all gentle and apprehensive. “That’s my good girl.”

Your head fell back on his shoulder and he kissed you on your lips, a polite little peck that made your stomach flutter. 

He was strong, he was dependable and steady, responsible, and it came so easy to you to give up control and just let him take over. 

You’d always been neurotic — is that the right word? — about sex. About letting yourself be vulnerable and weak and passive, but with him you just let yourself float to his current, and that was probably one of the best choices you’d ever made. 

Your eyes opened and when you finally put him on focus, he gave you this dreamy little smile, and just then you realised how rare it is to see his face like that, up close, but also so serene. So… happy?

“Hello?” you said and he shook his head slowly, as if amused. 

“Hello,” he answered. 

And you both giggled. “Are we in trouble?” You asked.

“Not sure. But I’m sure you’re nothing but trouble to me.” He gave you a squeeze as you were still in his arms and you were about to frown, not sure how to interpret his sentence. “Despicable, unresistable trouble.” His hand was still inside you and you clenched a little, ready to take more. He inhaled sharply. “Sweet, lovely trouble.” His thumb skimmed your hipbone fondly. 

You breathed out slowly, trying to steady yourself. “I guess we should go before we get into any more trouble than this.”

He froze for a second, then nodded and let go of you. “Sure. I’ll just clean you up.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I’ll take care of that.” 

“I don’t mind,” he said, but he was staring at the floor, and he was covering himself, and you could tell you’d made a mistake somewhere. 

“You sure you don’t mind?” you ask, and he stopped and looked at your reflection. 

You were dishevelled and half naked, but he stared at your face like that was the only thing that mattered. 

“Of course I don’t?” He said, but it came out almost as a question. He grabbed a towel and soaked it under the tap. “I don’t know the etiquette about this kind of situation,” he murmured while rubbing the towel gently against your glutes. “I’d like to think this would be the polite thing to do. Fix the mess I make.”

Is it just a matter of politeness? you asked yourself, eyes averted. “Sure,” you said and smiled, like it’s no big deal. 

Navi: Part 1 – Part 2 — Part 3 – Part 4 - Part 5

Taglist: @blushingatyou @ladykadyrova @sweetjellyfishland @starxclouds @ayanyamnyam (taglist is open!)

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

So uh, this wasn't supposed to be finished until later. I have a Namjoon piece in the works that I wanted to post before this but, the Hyunjin brainrot is severe. That MAMA performance has me in a chokehold. AND THE WAY HE LOOKED IN THEIR MOST RECENT GROUP LIVE? BYE. He left me with little choice unfortunately and, I had to get this out of my system. This was wayyy longer than I meant for it to be and, was supposed to be mainly pwp. I can't help myself apparently.

Heads up: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, Fuckboy! Hyunjin, (Somewhat) Nerdy! Reader, Hyunjin is horrible at feelings, Reader is tired of his shit but thinks he's hot, Hyunjin crushes on Reader, public sex (they fuck in a dance studio), mirror sex, dirty talk, (Somewhat) Bratty! Reader, Dom! Hyunjin, super duper irresponsible unprotected piv sex, fingering (f. receiving), spanking (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving) and choking (f. receiving).

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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You make your way over to the dance studio Hyunjin messaged you he was in a few minutes ago, irritation coursing through you. The two of you were supposed to head to the library immediately after your respective classes to work on your shared assignment but, the ever aggravating man forgot to tell you he had dance practice. He did suggest waiting for him, like he was doing you some kind of service, then the two of you could continue work after he was finished. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, you had the rest of the day free so you begrudgingly made your way over.

The two of you never spoke or interacted much prior to being assigned partners for this history assignment. Your circles were moreso filled with anime fans, literature nerds and avid kpop listeners while Hyunjin's consisted more of popular dancers, jocks and people who were always the life of the party. Your paths just never really crossed. That was until history, of course. You've quickly come to realise that attempting to work with Hyunjin was a more gruelling task than the assignment itself. His constant attempts at flirtation, thinly veiled innuendos and lack of focus on work getting on every one of your nerves. However, he had a knack for toeing the line between going too far and just going far enough. He'd sit a little too close to you than necessary or let his arm rest far too comfortably on the back of your chair while the two of you worked. It was maddening.

Now, you weren't blind. Hyunjin is an attractive man. That's why he has any and everyone he could ever want tripping over themselves to get into his bed. The overly cocky attitude and overt flirtation weren't your thing personally but, to each their own. In the most private parts of your mind though, you admit that you can understand to some degree why people are so eager to hop on his dick, literally and figuratively. Regardless, you wouldn't be tempted. No matter how hard he tried.

The realisation that you'd never seen Hyunjin in his element hits you like a truck once you find te studio he was referring to. You're stunned by how gracefully and powerfully he moves through the choreography, his face laser focused. Knocking yourself out of the daze he had you under, you make your way over to one of the benches seemingly for spectators, people's possessions and whatever other uses people could find for them. Hugging your backpack to your chest, your eyes once again find Hyunjin and you're hooked. He's covered in sweat, his long, black hair sticking to his neck and forehead. Arms flexing with every moment of his body, a flimsy tank top is all he has covering his torso and sweatpants to match his overall casual attire. You know in the most rational part of your mind that there's nothing objectively obscene about the way he's moving but, you can't help the warmth and the shocking lash of desire you feel watching him dance.

Hyunjin must feel your eyes on him because he looks up and meets your gaze. A knowing smirk makes its way onto his unnecessarily attractive face and you feel your face warm in embarrassment, looking away from his bemused eyes. Trying to focus on anything but, him, it feels like hours have passed before an older dancer finally draws the practice to an end. Relief courses through you at no longer being tempted to sneak glances at him. You're more than ready to get out of this studio, already getting up and slinging on your backpack. Hyunjin makes his way over to you as if he has all the time in the world and you once again resist the urge to roll your eyes. Once he reaches you, he invades your personal space. The scent of him making your head feel murky for a moment before he speaks, "Hey, so I need to take a shower before we head out and it's my turn to lock up the studio. Sorry but, you're going to have to wait a little while longer." It takes everything in you not to audibly huff in frustration, "Fine. Okay. Whatever, just hurry it up, Hyunjin. I want to get this godforsaken assignment done," you say, gritting your teeth in frustration as you settle back onto the bench. He just stands there for a moment, hovering over you with a look you can't quite place. Your confused and annoyed expression must bring him back to Earth because he turns to leave without making any snide remarks. Which you find a little surprising. Hyunjin usually never passes up on an opportunity to have the last word.

You're the last person remaining when Hyunjin finally makes it back from what you assume are the locker rooms for the dancers. He's in a black shirt that perhaps fits him a little too well and another pair of sweatpants, his hair still a little damp. Before you can stand up to leave once again, however, Hyunjin strides over to the door and locks it shut. Turning to face you with a look that can only be described as determination.

"Why'd you lock-"

"I see the way you look at me, you know," he interrupts you, leaning against the locked door. To say you're thrown off by his words would be an understatement. "And how do I look at you?" You ask, standing up and crossing your arms in annoyance. God, he really was the worst. "Like you want me. My mouth, my fingers or my cock, I don't think you'd be particularly choosey," he remarks while making his way over to you, an aura of a self-assuredness permeating from him with each step towards you. You're stunned. While Hyunjin doesn't shy away from making suggestive comments towards you, he's never been so outright obscene before. You're even more stunned by your body's betrayal at his words, your insides clenching at his words. "I- I would never. Only in your dreams, Hyunjin," you retort once you remember yourself, making sure to maintain eye contact with him to prove your seriousness. You've become somewhat used to have the frustrating man invade your personal space but, this time feels different. The way he's looking at you now is making you squirm, the want blatant and clear as day on his face.

"Why do you resist so hard? I think I've made it pretty obvious I'd happily fuck you too. This could work out great for both of us. Wait, unless you're a virgin-"

"I'm not a virgin!" You respond a little more defensively than you intended to. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. You're just tired of people trying to use that as some kind of dig towards you. "I "resist" because I don't want you. I don't want to have sex with you. You're arrogant, annoying, fuck anything with a pulse, and you think just because you're ridiculously attractive you can get away with any and everything and, I'm sick of it!" You yell, panting at finally letting out everything you've been thinking and feeling for weeks. Hyunjin's face is a myriad of expressions. Hurt, astonishment and amusement being the most prominent. Part of does feel terrible for laying into him like that but, before you can apologise he says, "I'm flattered that you think I'm ridiculously attractive." "Of fucking course. You know what, I'm leaving. I'll do this assignment by myself. Unlock the fucking door, Hyunjin," you say, grabbing your bag and walking past him to the door. "Wait, fuck, I'm sorry. Don't leave," he hurriedly apologises, grabbing your wrist to halt your movements. "Don't touch me," you tell him in a tone hard as ice, his hand flying from you. "I'm sorry. I just- I don't know how to do this. Every other way I've tried to make a move on you hasn't worked and, I thought being more straightforward would be the way to go but, I fucked that up too. I just think you're so smart and pretty, well really hot actually and way nicer to me than I probably deserve," he rambles, ears red as he shyly rubs his neck.

Today feels like a fever dream. Not only are reeling from his words but, you never thought you'd see the day Hwang Hyunjin got shy and flustered. "Woah Hyunjin slow down. You're talking a mile a minute. You-You like me? That's why you've been doing...all of this for the past few weeks?" You ask, still completely gobsmacked by all of this. He blushes. Hyunjin straight up blushes and nods, that seemingly all he's capable of right now. "You could've just talked to me like a normal person," you say exasperated, trying to meet his gaze. "I'm not used to that. The other ways I usually go about getting girls work 10 times out of 10 so, thought I'd try them with you," he explains with a mixture of shyness and nonchalance. This time you do roll your eyes directly in his face, "Well looks like your success rate has dropped."

"So, you don't want me?"

His question makes you take pause. You know logically lying is the best solution here but, you can't help but wonder what sex with Hyunjin entails. While he's well-known as a campus whore, that's a title that comes with high praise along with it. People recounting their escapades with him with hearts in their eyes and dreamy sighs. Is it worth it?

"I-I don't not want you," you stammer, the tables feeling turned now. The nervous Hyunjin from moments ago seemingly vanishing as he moves closer to you, mere centimetres keeping your bodies apart. "I won't do anything until you say yes," he mutters, his breath fanning over your skin and his voice deeper than it was awhile ago. "I- yes, okay. I want you, okay?" You finally relent, dropping your bag in surprise when he weaves his fingers into your hair and pulls you into a scorching kiss.

If anyone asks, you'll deny ever moaning into Hyunjin's mouth as soon as your lips met. Your hands reach up to fist his shirt while you two continue your impromptu makeout session in the studio. His other hand reaches down and grabs a generous handful of your ass over your checkered skirt. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that. You're always tempting me in these tiny skirts," he groans against your mouth when you gasp at the contact. You can't help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when he tugs on your hair to gain access to kiss along your neck, the pain from the sting going straight to your clit. "Oh, you like that? My my, for such a prim and proper woman, I didn't expect you to be a masochist," he says teasingly against your neck, kissing and making sure to nip at areas that gain particularly strong reactions from you. "That's y-your fault for ah assuming," you retort, your fingernails biting into his skin through his shirt. "You have quite the mouth on you. Maybe I should shut you up with my cock," he threatens, kissing his way up to your ear. The moan that flies from your mouth at his words is completely uncontrollable, arousal making your panties stick to you uncomfortably now. Hyunjin chuckles with dark amusement at your reaction, "I don't think we have time for that unfortunately. Maybe next time I'll let you choke my cock." Before you can think too deeply about his mention of a next time, his hands move to pull your shirt off of you and you let him.

"Speaking of tempting, fuck," he says, eyes lidded while takes in the sight of you in your baby pink bra. He reaches behind you to unclasp it and you're vaguely impressed that he does it with one hand. Before your bra can even hit the floor, he's on you. His hot, wet mouth sucking on your nipple while his enormous hand cups and toys with the opposite breast. At this point you couldn't keep yourself quiet even if you wanted to. Your little noises of pleasure seem to be egging Hyunjin on though because soon the hand that was toying with you slowly makes it way down to the hem of your skirt. You're not sure who moans louder when his fingers first make contact with your ruined underwear. Taking his mouth off of you with a loud pop, he leans into your saying, "You're already so soaked for me, baby. I haven't even done anything yet but, I'm flattered." I-I could say the same for you too," you respond, cupping his erection over his sweatpants. The groan he let's out at your touch almost makes you want to push him down and ride him until you both can't move but, you doubt he'd let you. Maybe next time. "You're proving to be quite the brat. Maybe some punishment is in order," he says once he remembers himself, moving your hand from touching him.

He drags you to the wall of mirrors lining the practice room, "Put your hands against the mirror and bend over for me baby," he commands in a tone that leaves little room for question. You're surprised when you first see your reflection. Your hair a mess, lips bruised from how passionately he had kissed you and your eyes thoroughly glossed over with want. Perhaps Hyunjin was worth the hype after all. Gingerly, you place your hands against the mirror and bend over, appreciating the cool reprieve the glass provides to your overheated system. In the mirror, you can see Hyunjin make his way behind you. His eyes meeting yours briefing before he removes his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously to join your clothes on the dance practice floor. Another wave of want crashes over you at the sight of him, all lean muscle. If you weren't already on thin ice with him, you'd turn around and reach for him but, you remain put. Tense in anticipation of what he's going to do next.

"If you'd been better behaved, I might've let you cum," he says, intense eyes meeting yours again as he eases your wrecked panties down to rest around your thighs. "I'll stop if you close your eyes or look away," is all the warning he gives you before sinking two of his long fingers into you. You cry out at the stretch, fingernails digging into the mirror slightly. It takes all of your willpower not to shut your eyes, thighs already quaking from just his fingers.

"Oh? Looks like you do know how to behave after all."

"Hy-Hyunjin please, harder," you beg, frustrated tears building from his lazy pace.

"You don't get to make requests here," he says simply before his unoccupied hands spanks you. Hard. A gasp flies from you, leaning against the mirror for more support. His hand rubbing your ass to ease some of the sting while his fingers begin to ever so slightly pick up the pace. This time you can't help it as your eyes shut, starting to feel overwhelmed by him and your insides gripping his fingers like a vice. "You just don't know how to listen," he admonishes with mock disappointment as his hand spanks your opposite cheek, harder than the first. Your eyes do fly open at that, fresh arousal coating his fingers and your upper thighs. "I'm s-sorry. It was just too much," you say sincerely apologetic. You think you may just lose your mind if he doesn't let you cum. His reflection shoots a mischievous grin at you before he focuses his attention on watching his fingers disappear inside of you. "God, if you weren't such a brat, you'd be stuffed full of my cock by now," he groans at the sight of you, his hand moving from your ass to apply some pressure to his clothed erection. At that you whine loudly and pathetically, pressing back into his fingers and looking at him directly over your shoulder, "Hyunjin please! I need it, I'm sorry."

His fingers still inside you for a moment as he regards you. You think you've fucked up briefly. Scared that he won't touch you at all and leave you like this: wet and empty and aching. Slowly, he pulls them out of you. Maintaining eye contact as he laps at his fingers greedily, briefly shutting his eyes from the taste of you. "Next time, I'm going to make sure I get to taste you properly," he says once he's licked his fingers clean, eyes dark with promise. His annoyingly attractive smug smirk returns when you unintentionally moan at his words, feeling more empty and touch starved than you've felt in months. Hyunjin must feel impatient too because he shoves his boxers and sweatpants down his legs hurriedly. You're surprised you're not dripping onto the floor with how wet you are and, the sight of his cock isn't helping matters.

In your most private moments, you may have thought about what his cock looked like. All you knew for certain was that it was definitely pretty and, you were absolutely correct. It's flushed red, pre-cum smearing his abs from where it smacks against him once freed. Your body moves completely without your say so, hips trying to press back into him for some kind of friction. Hyunjin simply watches you in parts amusement and parts unfiltered want. You almost sob in relief when he stands behind you once again, his cock in hand. Something like realisation washes over him for a moment before takes a step back and says, "Uh, I don't have any condoms on me. Wasn't really expecting my dance practice to end like this-" "It's fine. I'm on the pill," you impatiently interrupt him, meeting his taken aback expression with a sure one of your own. "A-Are you sure? I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to," he says, rubbing his neck in that shy awkward way of his yet again. "Hyunjin, I would've left a very long time ago if I wasn't sure," you assure him once again before adding, "but, if you don't want to you don't have-"

"I want to."

"Well, then what are you waiting for?" You goad him with another look over your shoulder, a smirk of your own on your lips.

"I can't wait to fuck the brat out of you," he mutters, aligning himself with your entrance and sinking into you slowly. His hands gripping your hips harshly as he does. "So fucking tight," he moans out, continuing to watch himself entering you. You're not fairing much better. The delicious sting of being split open by his cock makes the tears fall down your face freely, your eyes shutting from all that he's making you take. "Hyunjin," as all you can whimper out when he finally bottoms out, both of you shudder from being so intimately connected. Slowly, he begins to stroke into you. Giving you time to adjust to the way his tip kisses the deepest parts of you and, his girth stretches you. You really hope everyone has gone home because the moans and whimpers flying from your mouth border on pornographic. "You take me so well, baby," he groans, one of his hands coming up to your front and wrapping around your throat. Maybe it's the use of the pet name while he's fucking you stupid on his cock or maybe it's his massive hand around your neck but, you clench around him hard then. "Hyun-Hyunjin you feel so good. So big inside me," you gasp out, your teary eyes meeting his feral ones in the mirror. He seems to throb extra hard at the praise, tightening his grip on the sides of your neck as a reward. "Yeah? You like taking this big cock, baby?" He asks lowly against the skin of your shoulder, his other hand reaching around to slowly rub your neglected clit.

The ability to form a coherent sentence flies out the proverbial window when his skilled fingers brush against you. He seems to be feeling gracious as he picks up speed, drawing quick circles against you. Whether it's from the way you grip him so tightly he can barely move, the fucked out expression on your face, the increase in pitch of your moans or all of the above, Hyunjin can tell you're close. "Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me? Cum all over my cock?" He asks breathlessly, his trained hips picking up speed into a brutal pace as he watches you beginning to unravel before him and, chases his own release.

If it wasn't for his arms helping to support you, you're certain you'd either collapse into a heap onto the floor or face plant into the mirror with how intensely your orgasm washes over you. Hyunjin's hand even comes up to cover your mouth at some point in an attempt to silence your apparently loud moans, fucking you through your climax all the while. Vaguely you can make out him saying words like 'good girl', 'so good' and 'so fucking hot' but, you're not too sure. You're barely able to think coherently right now. Slowly, you start to come back to yourself, still heavily leaning against the mirror for support but, atleast you're still standing somehow. Hyunjin is still thrusting into you, his pace frantic as he chases his release. You weakly moan against his hand, the other one now grabbing a handful of your ass in a bruising grip.

"Fuck. Gonna cum, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, throwing his head back as he finally still inside you. You watch his blissed out face in the view provided by the mirror, moans increasing in pitch from how violently he pulses inside of you and, the overwhelming amount of his cum that floods your still spasming pussy. He weakly thrusts into you during the last moments of his climax, wrapping his arms around your waist as your mingled, rapid breaths fog up the glass infront of you.

"Well, that was certainly one way to ask you out, I guess."

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

Summary: Everyone knows that you and Eastern U's power forward Hoseok are just friends. Even if you do occasionally sleep with each other. Okay, more than occasionally, but who's counting?

-PAIRING: Hoseok x f!reader

-GENRE: smut, 18+, minors dni.

-WARNINGS: fingering, oral (f-receiving), grinding, choking, dirty talk, penetration, dom/sub, Hoseok can be kind of dumb, idiots in love, mention of a dark side, possibly part of a larger series.

Dedicated to @junghelioseok, it took me like five years and probably sucks but here.

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Sports were always overrated until you joined a sorority. Back in high school, the basketball teams seemed to be full of nothing but arrogant athletes throwing their weight around without the realization that no one cared. Half of the time the school ignored their presence, more keen on their own devices, no matter how much the school pressured everyone for “school spirit.” In college however things were a little different. Sure Eastern U still had its arrogant jocks, but this time they had the talent to back it.

     Eastern U's basketball team was one the top in the region. Mainly due to the loyalty and hard work of its players. So you felt more comfortable stanning them than those jerks back in high school. Besides, it probably didn’t help that you were part of the sorority in charge of throwing tailgates, after game parties, and rallies for them. Honestly you never would’ve pictured yourself as one of those ‘girls’ back in high school, yet here you are nursing your second beer watching as J-Hope, the team’s power forward, did a keg stand. Your gaze narrows shamelessly as a bit of his shirt falls down revealing a pair of rock hard abs.

    You take a sip of your beer trying to mask your sudden appetite. “You are not fooling anyone you know?” Ga-Eun mentions, grinning. The girl is your best friend in the whole sorority, having ‘fostered’ you as your big sister, freshman year. She is a gentle soul unlike many of your other sisters in the house; very down to earth and into the real world, some of the many things that drew her to you. 

    She also happens to be the girlfriend of the team’s captain, Namjoon. Together she and ‘Captain America’ (as they called Namjoon teasingly, for his serious ‘all American’ boy personality) act as the binding glue to the team members. Unfortunately this all means she is involved in all the boys’ business including who they slept with. “You two should just  get together already? I mean it’s not like you hang around anybody else. Besides, Hobi tends to have a one track mind when it comes to you.” Ga-Eun pressures.

   You roll your eyes, taking another sip. “You’re exaggerating. Hoseok and I are just friends, who fuck occasionally. No need to put a label on that.”

   Ga-Eun snorts. “Right, friends who only fuck each other exclusively. Sounds like more to me.”

   “Good thing, I didn’t ask your opinion.” You say with a playful wink.

 She nudges you, but before Ga-Eun could carry out her crusade Hoseok hops over proudly raising his arms. “(Y/N), did you see that? Forty-five seconds a personal best.”

   “Personal best? Hobi, I think you out-drank the whole party.”

 “No way, you should see Yoongi. He's like a fish in water when it comes to drinking. “ Hoseok claims, throwing an arm around you. “Hey Yoongi, do a keg stand!”

     “Nah, I’m good.” Yoongi replies. Ever the responsible player, Yoongi very rarely drinks like a fish out of water as Hoseok claims, preferring to remain clear headed and healthy. “Gotta hit the court early tomorrow-like you should be doing.”

   “Aaaiiissh, you work too hard, Hyung. The next game isn’t for two weeks, you should be celebrating tonight’s win. Even Namjoon’s relaxing and he’s Captain America.” Hoseok whines.

Ga-Eun lets out a loud laugh looking over at her boyfriend drinking beside the team’s manager Jin. His face is colored a little pink, but nowhere near red like Hoseok’s. Most likely the two are discussing future games and advertisements, but at least they appear to relax more than Eastern U’s star player.

    Yoongi smiles, but shakes his head. “I’m going to head home. Maybe shoot a few hoops on the way. (Y/N), take care of him. Dumbass is the biggest lightweight amongst us. He’ll probably be feeling that keg stand in a few seconds.”

    “Gotach.” You say, already feeling Hoseok’s swaying weight. Said redhead lets out a little whine about his friend leaving early, but you are able to stave him off. “Come on big boy. I think you  already had enough tonight. You’re going to have a killer headache hangover in the morning.”

   “But I haven’t played beer pong yet? Jimin and I were going to destroy Jungkook and his team. Teach that kid some respect for us older players.”  Hoseok pouts, ranting about the maknae’s disrespect. Thankfully there is no heat behind his words, despite your own personal feeling on the matter. Yoongi might  be Eastern U’s top player now, but his throne is definitely threatened by freshman Jungkook, who got on varsity without spending any time on JV. The boy is naturally gifted- no denial there. However he lacks discipline or humility unlike the others.

      “You can do that next time. Maybe before you do a forty-five second keg stand.” you hum, leading him up the stairs into your room. It isn’t unusual on nights like these that Hoseok spends the night rather than trek across campus back to his dorm. It is easier and probably for the best seeing how you can easily picture a drunk Hobi, wandering around campus talking to everything he sees. Plus it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy nights spent asleep next to him; his arm stretched out protectively around your upper body as if scared you’d disappear.

    “Aaahh, your bed is so comfy. I could  sleep here all night.” Hoseok groans, making himself comfortable. 

   You snort, changing out of your bra and shirt. Away from the party you are now free to be as comfy as you want, which means booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Sloppy compared to your prior outfit, but you don’t feel the need to always present like some girls do. Especially not when it comes to Hoseok, who enjoys you in pajama pants as equally as he does, when you wear your usual sorority ‘approved’ outfit. Perhaps if you guys were more than the occasional friends who screwed things would be different, but you aren’t. 

    “Hmmm...if I knew we were coming up here to do this. I would’ve left the party a while ago.” Hoseok groans, adjusting himself. 

   Your mouth dries at the sight of him touching himself. Sleeping with Hoseok tonight wasn't originally the plan, but it appears as if tables have turned. Then again doesn’t it always end up this way? One reason or another Hoseok ends up in your dorm only to pound the ever loving fuck out of you. 

   Slowly you crawl on top of him, cladded only in a pair of plain white panties. “Sex wasn’t my plan originally, but if you feel up for it-” 

   He grabs your hips, forcing you to straddle his waist. A moan escapes you at the feel of his hardness under those baggy pants of his. “Who said I wasn’t up for it? I’m always up when it comes to you, princess.” Hoseok purrs, kissing your breast.

  A lewd wet sound fills the room as he lavishes your breasts with his tongue. It always surprises you how much attention Hoseok pays you. Most men dive straight for the kill. Hoseok however takes his time whenever with you. Almost paying homage to you with his mouth and fingers. “Such pretty breasts, princess. I could play with them all day.” he teases, taking a nipple into his hot mouth.

   Your mouth falls open releasing a loud gasp as his tongue swirls over it. Subconsciously you begin to rock your hips desperate for friction. “ Needy girl, aren’t we?” Hoseok chastises. He places a quick kiss to the side of your neck, before stilling your hips with his forceful grip. “But I’m not done playing yet. There’s still so much left of you, I haven’t gotten to taste.”

    His tongue trails down your neck, eliciting a shudder from you as Hoseok places open mouth kisses on it. If Hoseok’s attention to your breast is odd, then the hyper attention to your neck is just downright crazy.The boy has a thing for your neck, even when sex isn’t an option. Whether it is the protective arm over it in his sleep or him accidentally clotheslining  you each time he comes in for a hug, Hoseok loves your neck. “I am going to have so many hickies…” you gasp as he nibbles on your skin.

  “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Hoseok mutters, lathering your skin with affection. His teeth skin your neck, teasing it slightly, before sinking themselves into you. A low gasp escapes you as you move against his erection desperate for friction. “There, all marked up nice and pretty for me, princess. Now everyone will know your mine.”

    Heat pools down between your legs. Oh how badly you wish for that to be true. As much as you deny it to Ga-Eun, you really do like Hoseok and more than friends do. He is just so perfect in an inexplicable way. However, you know he has no interest in you. Hoseok might not be as much of a ladies man as his teammates, Jimin or Jungkook are, but he does have a couple girls on his radar outside of you. 

   You kiss him, teeth biting gently on his lower lip. He smirks against your lip, before licking your lips demanding access. You open your mouth allowing his tongue to slip in. Slowly Hoseok’s hands move up, his fingers crawling over your bare skin before settling themselves on your body. One arm reaches around you pressing its hand onto your head while the other presses between your shoulder blades.

     Hoseok always loves being in control. There is something about it that makes him crazy . Perhaps it is the leading not following that got him the high, but something tells you deep down there might be something more about it. After all, you sometimes get the hint that deep inside Hoseok there is some unadulterated hatred towards his sunny personality.  “That’s my girl so beautiful.” he whispers, flipping over suddenly.

   Your body falls gently amongst the blankets. Hair floating gently across the pillow as Hoseok spreads your limbs out with his hands and knees. He crouches over you, his eyes fill with hunger as they look  at you. Shivers run up your spine at the animalistic shift in Hoseok. Sunnyside boy definitely has a dark side to him and you can’t say you exactly hated it. “Hoseok, baby...take me please.” you whine.

   Again his lips descend desperately onto yours. This time with an urgency you only ever experience with Hoseok. Desperately he struggles to slide his sweats off, only managing to do so thanks to your assistance. A grin spreads across his lip as he throws both hoodie and shirt to the ground now completely naked. “No boxers?” you grin, reaching out to touch his pecs.

   The warmth of his smooth skin radiates beneath your fingers. You can feel his heart beat rapidly underneath your palm. “Why bother? They’re only a pain to take off when I'm fucking you.” He says, pecking your lips.

    Before you can question Hoseok further, he dives down scooping your legs up over his shoulder. You gasp at the feeling of his warm breath against your opening. His grin spreads further out and a wicked look crosses him as Hoseok flicks his tongue against your lips. Your body shakes as he gives a few more long languid licks to your pussy. Teasingly Hoseok dips his tongue into your core once or twice, penetrating but not satisfying the urge between your legs. “Always so tasty for me.” he murmurs, licking once more at your clit.

   You blush hiding behind your hands. It isn't the first time Hoseok commented as such. The boy loves his dirty talk, yet you always find yourself embarrassed by his words. Passed lovers never talked as much, nor did they enjoy eating you out like Hoseok did. "Nuh uh, no hiding from me, princess. " he chastises, pushing your hands away. He places a teasing kiss on your wrist, staring hungrily at you. "Hide from me again and I'll have to tie these pretty wrists up."

    You moan unabashedly. 

He smirks, "Now hold still and let me enjoy my snack. "

  His tongue flattens against you running a long stripe along your pussy. You shiver as it draws circles around your clit. Teeth graze over the little nub teasingly causing you to gasp. Even without looking you know Hoseok is smirking. The boy becomes a cocky little shit whenever in bed, however seeing how he has the talent...A pair of fingers slips into your core filling you to the brim. “Hoseok…” You whimper as he moves them.

   “Relax baby. It’s all about you right now so enjoy.”  He whispers, breath teasing your pussy. His tongue flattens once more against your clit licking it, occasionally meeting his fingers momentarily inside your core. It doesn't take long for that coil inside you to spring and juices to spray on Hoseok. A sigh escapes as you relax against the bed, eyes watching Hoseok lick his lips shamelessly. "Tasty."

  "Shut up." You squeal, smacking him with a pillow. 

  He grins. "Seriously. My favorite snack, better than any energy drink or protein bar I had. "

   You smack him again. Sometimes this boy says the dumbest shit, yet somehow it still comes out as profound or romantic. "You know most people wouldn't compare their lover's taste to a protein bar.”

    Hoseok shrugs, “You know what I mean.”

Before you can reply he slides you to his waist. Almost as if automatically your legs clamp around him feeling the hard length of his cock against your core. A moan escapes you when he rubs it teasingly against you. “You’re like an energizer to me, (Y/N). When I’m with you, my body comes alive no matter how tired or drunk I may be. Hence energy drink or protein bar.” He states, moving your body against his.

    You barely hear his words over the feel of his cock. Something about the way Hoseok uses you for his own pleasure brings you deep satisfaction. He may worship you like no other man, but he is in now way submissive to you. “Are you even listening, princess? I’m trying to have a heart to heart here, and all you can think about is my cock.” Hoseok chastises, but continues to grind against you.

    “Sh-shut up. You know exactly what you’re doing.” you accuse.

  A dangerous glint sparks in Hoseok's eyes at your words. He reaches out, placing a hand around your neck. His large hand grips it tightly forcing you to look at him. “You’re the one acting like a whore, princess. You're practically drenching my cock in your juices and I’m not even in yet.” Hoseok replies, “Maybe I should stop since you hate it so much-”

   “No!” You shout suddenly. The plea comes out in a wispy cough as his finger continues to put pressure on your neck. Your heart beats so fast in your chest, that you're sure he can feel through his grip. You look up at him pleadingly. “Please…don’t stop, Hobi.”

     Your words must satisfy him for Hoseok slips himself inside. Even through his grip, your cry is sharp and loud. So much so that you pray Ga-Eun and the others are still out. Last thing you need is your sorority sisters making fun of you…or worse asking when you and Hoseok are going to be official.  “Hey, thoughts on me, princess. Only me.” Hoseok whispers, “I’m the one in charge here. So focus on me.”

    “Ye-yes sir.” you gasp. His hips met yours at a slow pace. Each thrust of his body slowly dragging his cock through you, meeting each and every sweet spot within you. Slow and languid usually wasn’t your thing, but Hoseok somehow is able to make it the best precursor to any hard sex you ever had. Something which according to experience would be happening at any moment.

    “Such a good princess for me. Always nice and tight for me.” Hoseok kisses your cheek. He looks at you as if you're a piece of priceless artwork. As if you’re something so fragile you can break at any moment. A sickly sweet act if not for knowing how Hoseok really thinks. Most people prefer to treat priceless artwork carefully, fearful of ruining its beauty. Hoseok desires nothing more than to fix it into his own vision.

    His hips speed up, thrusting into you like a wild man. You moan arching your back only for him to tighten his hold on your neck. You begin to feel slightly light headed when his spare hand reaches in between your legs and finds your clit. A burst of pleasure floods over you and you come, clenching tightly around him. 

   Hoseok lets out a low encouraging groan. His pace now sloppy and hard as he fucks you for his own high. It doesn’t take long before he pulls out, spraying his cum onto your sheets. He practically collapses on top of you.

    You two lie there for a few seconds, body shaking from the aftermath of your orgasms. “Fuck, seriously (Y/N). No one fucks me as well as you do.” Hoseok huffs.

      You snort. “Thanks I guess.”

  Hoseok smiles against your skin. “You know. Maybe Ga-Eun is right, and we should make it official. Afterall, I would hate for someone to find out just how perfect you are.”

   Perfect. You would never classify yourself as perfect. You are a bookworm who played in the school’s marching band throughout high school. It’s only by some stroke of luck that you ended up in a sorority fucking one of Eastern U’s players. And still….you want this. You want to be Hoseok’s perfect princess. More than that, you want to continue exploring parts of Hoseok that others did not see. 

“Let’s do it. Let’s become official.”

[borathae]

“Jeon Jungkook, lead singer and guitarist of The Beehives, just so happens to not only be a complete and utter heartthrob with his fans but he is also your sweet and amazing boyfriend of six months. After a successful gig in your campus’ local bar, you and him stumble home drunkenly and completely whipped for one another.

Alternatively: Jungkook has to learn the sweet way that his stage persona leaves his otherwise shy girlfriend all hot and bothered.”

Pairing: Amateur Rockstar!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: College!AU, established relationship!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: subby switch!Jungkook, domish switch!Reader, so much kissing, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, oral (m. & f.receiving), edging (m.receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, handjobs, spooning, creampies, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), they're in love you guys :(

Wordcount: 11.1k

a/n: This idea came to me one night. As of now, I only wrote really sweet stories with this couple and I wanted to showcase some of their hornier sides too. Now bear in mind, this is still incredibly sweet and lovely. I had a very good time working on it and I hope you will have a very good time reading it! 💜

You were out with friends tonight. Jisoo, best friend and official makeup artist of the night who spent an hour doing your look. She is currently at the bar getting drinks. Jimin, best friend of Jungkook and the campus' fuckboy. He is currently ogling Jisoo's butt. Taehyung and Hoseok, friends of Jungkook and Jimin and somehow they are not fuckboys. On the contrary both are very much waiting for the right one. And there was also supposed to be Namjoon with you, your friend from high school and currently very late. He texted you that public transport was terrible tonight. 

You were a little pissed at first, but have already forgotten about it. 

It is starting. 

The lights turn off and the colourful spotlights turn on. The crowd goes silent, simultaneously turning to the stage.

It wasn’t a stage per say. More like an elevated sitting space. Around thirty square feet which one single step separates from the rest of the bar. On normal nights a set of three leather couches are standing around a black wooden coffee table. The table was covered in marker, cigarette marks and wet stains, while the couches were always slightly dirty. One of them even had a big hole in its dark blue leather from a drunk jock wanting to test out the sharpness of his pocket knife. 

Tonight however, those couches and the table were pushed into one corner to make space for the band. 

It just so happens that the band was none other than your boyfriend Jungkook and his friends. They had gotten that gig one month ago and had been practicing twice a week since then. Every Wednesday and Sunday at exactly seven. 

"Ahem", Jungkook clears his throat right into the mic, "hi uhm it’s us", he laughs nervously, "the band." 

The crowd, including you, chuckles fondly. 

"I guess you already know that though", another laugh, "so we're just going to start. Hope you guys enjoy."

He turns to his bandmates and gives them a thumbs up. Yoongi, the pianist and official songwriter, counts to four and then starts the melody. The rest of the instruments follow. Jungkook has his eyes closed for now, swaying to the melody until it is finally his turn to sing. 

You sadly don’t get to hear his start because Jisoo came back with the drinks and talked all up in your ear.

"It's starting. Your boy is singing." 

"Ssssh", you hiss so aggressively she has to wipe one single droplet of spit from her cheek. 

"Sorry, sorry", she says and giggles, exchanging a knowing look with Taehyung. 

You are totally whipped. 

Eyes all sparkly and blind to anyone except Jungkook. Lips parted to show the brightest and most stupid smile ever. Upper body all leaned forward to get closer to him. 

You are completely and utterly whipped. 

You don’t even get to notice the arrival of Namjoon, barely acknowledging his greetings with a half-assed wave of your hand while your eyes remain on Jungkook. 

So Namjoon sits down silently once he has enriched himself with a drink, chatting with Hoseok about the terrible traffic. 

It is barely an hour into the concert when you can’t take it any longer and you stand up from your very comfortable sitting place. 

"Where are you going?" Jisoo asks you. 

"The front, I want to dance", you tell her. 

Jimin jumps up, "I'll join you." 

"Me too", Taehyung says. 

The others decline politely, explaining their reasoning with the game of cards they are currently playing. The loser has to buy everyone a drink, so the stakes were high. 

You position yourself right in front of the stage. The band is currently taking a quick water break. Seokjin, the guitarist and another shared friend, also uses the opportunity to change his acoustic guitar to an electric one. You know what that means and it is the reason why you went to the front in the first place. Things are going to get wild now. 

The band has many talents. They play slow songs mostly, the kind which lulls you into relaxation and makes you sway with a smile on your lips. Jungkook’s voice is beautiful and perfect for songs like this. But they had something louder to them too. It is why they are so popular. They start off slow but once halftime is here, they bring out their electric guitars and dish out their great variety of rock songs. 

Jungkook's voice fits that genre so well, especially because he always likes to dress up for those occasions. 

Now, one must mention that Jungkook is the comfiest and snuggliest man ever on normal days. He likes oversized shirts and soft cotton sweats. He likes keeping his hair unstyled - never messy though - for comfort reasons and he truly doesn’t want to flaunt his body shape for shyness reasons. Not when he is Jeon Jungkook, lead singer of The Beehives. It is all tight black leather pants and studded boots, mesh shirts and chunky jewellery, smokey eyes and neat hairstyles with him then. Tonight he also decided to wear a fake lip ring, matching in silver colour with the many rings on his fingers. 

Quite honestly, you have been constantly feeling like swooning because of his looks.

Jungkook lifts his eyes from the sheet music and smiles. 

"Hey", you say, giving him a wave of your hand. 

Jungkook retorts it, "hey." 

He is currently preparing his guitar as he needs it for the next two songs. He takes a step closer to you, lowering himself so you and him could talk comfortably.

"You're really great", you say, giving him the thumbs up. 

"Thanks, so you like it?" he asks. 

"So much, you’re so awesome." 

It makes him smile even brighter before he has to lower his eyes in giddiness. You think that it is so amazing that Jungkook at his core never changes. No matter what type of clothes he wears or with how much confidence he performs his hobbies, deep down he will always stay the shy, humble sweetheart you love so much. 

"I'm ready", Seokjin informs Jungkook. 

The latter gives you one last smile and then steps back to the mic to speak again. 

"You guys ready to fucking rock?"

The crowd screeches and with it you. 

"Let's motherfucking go!" he yells into the mic and a second later the music comes in with loud drums and dirty guitar riffs. 

Jungkook sings confidently, dancing and engaging with his bandmates while in front of him the bar and its guests were dancing and singing happily. 

The party goes on for another forty minutes when Jungkook has to announce the official end of the concert. He is sweaty by now. It made the gel in his hair dissolve just enough that a few strands of his dark hair were hanging into his face. 

"One more song!", you yell. 

Jungkook looks at you and smiles. You retort it before continuing to chant. It begins with you but runs through the bar like a contagious disease and soon everybody is screaming for more. 

The band gives it to you gladly and the next twenty minutes you spend dancing and singing and getting drunk on the music. 

The encore stage ends with a slow indie song. Just Jungkook singing softly and Seokjin on the electric guitar. It is one of the band's most popular songs, courtesy of Yoongi’s genius mind, and people use whatever source of light they can find to paint a sky of stars in that little bar. Phones, lighters, matches and one drunk idiot who is using a candle from the tables. While Jungkook sings about finding love unexpectedly, the bar shines in dozens and dozens of lights for him. He doesn’t quite see it. They are more like blurry dots of light in the background while his eyes are solely focused on you. 

The concert ends with the spotlights turning off and the roaring choir of cheers and applause. You know that the last rows can’t see what is going on on stage, but you are close enough to watch Jungkook and his friends give each other one tight group hug before the normal lights switch on again. 

They say their thanks as the crowd pays their farewell with everlasting cheers. 

Most stay by the stage when it is truly time for the band to leave. Seokjin goes to his girlfriend, who kisses him deeply. Jackson, the drummer and Jungkook's Taekwondo colleague, goes straight for your table where Namjoon is already waiting with a round of tequila shots for everybody. Sunmi, the bassist and Jisoo's major crush, disappears to the toilets but will join your table afterwards. 

Yoongi and Jungkook leave together. 

You greet them with a giddy smile, touching Jungkook's waist. He sweat right through his shirt, it lingers on your equally as sweaty palms. 

"You were so amazing. I had so much fun", you say. 

Jungkook runs his hands up and down your arms. 

"So you don’t think I was too quiet during Mercy?" 

"Not at all. You were all raspy and mysterious. It was kinda sexy", you confess and giggle shyly, "sorry, this was so dirty to say." 

"No, it’s nice to hear", he says and blushes, "I kept looking at you. I love it when you dance." 

Yoongi is chatting with Jimin and Taehyung. You and Jungkook follow them to your table. 

"I was so into the music", you tell him and give his arm one major tight squeeze when nobody is looking.

In all honesty, you and Jungkook were terrible with skinship in front of your friends. You religiously like to hold hands or lock arms when you are on dates, but are completely weird about it once your friends are involved. 

They knew that you and him were dating because you told them proudly, but skinship was just a whole new level of bravery neither one of you possessed. 

So you stay a little tense in the company of your friends. You always sit next to each other of course and Jungkook has his hand on your thigh most of the time while you rest yours on top of his', but that is all they get from you. 

Tonight is no different. You sit next to each other, Jungkook has his hand on your thigh while you hold his hand.

Conversation is about the amazing concert at first. The bandmates exchange their thoughts and ideas for improvement while the rest of you tell them how incredible they were. You share the terrible tequila and Hoseok gets another round despite your complaints. There are also many fans coming up and asking for an autograph or picture. Jungkook likes to say that they all get equal amounts of questions but you have to watch differently. He is a handsome man and a talented singer and that leaves many people swooning over him. He dismisses that love drunk admiration with a shy thank you each and every time. 

"So are you single hun?" one of his admirers asks.

Jungkook laughs awkwardly, lowering his can of beer. You feel the need to touch his thigh. 

"I'm here with my girlfriend, but you can have an autograph if you want", he says, still keeping friendly. 

She eyes you and clicks her tongue.

"No thank you, bye", she mumbles and storms off. 

"Awkward", Seokjin murmurs and laughs.

"Yeah, totally", you agree and pout. 

Taehyung, who notices, reaches over to nudge Jungkook's arm. 

"You gotta kiss your girlfriend now." 

"W-what?" Jungkook stutters. 

You feel your cheeks go up in flames in an instant. 

"Yeah, Taehyung's right you guys gotta kiss", Jackson agrees. 

"Totally. Gotta make sure that everybody knows you guys are a unit."

You and Jungkook exchange a look, both thinking the same thing. This is so public. 

"Yes and besides, you guys have been together for half a year now and we haven’t even gotten one kiss", Sunmi joins in on the friendly teasing. 

You giggle, Jungkook shakes his head. 

"Come on guys, give the people what they want", Taehyung begs. 

You and Jungkook look at each other, hearts beating uncontrollably fast.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss", Jackson begins the chant and the rest of your friends join in soon enough. 

So this is really happening. 

Jungkook cups your cheek. The chant becomes louder. His eyes tell you the exact same thing you are thinking. I really want to do this, do you? You touch his neck. 

"Kiss, kiss, kiss."

You lean in, close your eyes and kiss. 

"Yaaaay!" "Finally!" "Let's goo!" 

Your friends cheer and holler loudly. The bar is filled with those exact sounds all the time, so nobody really acknowledges it as something unusual. 

You and Jungkook pull back with a giggle, eyes locked on each other and fingers a little shaky. 

You just kissed in public. 

Bear in mind, it was just lips on lips and only really lasted a second, but it was a kiss nonetheless and that is the most you ever did in public. 

"You guys are so cute together", Jisoo gushes, caressing your back. 

"Yeah totally, I’m happy you guys are finally a thing. Watching you pine over each other for two years was painful", Yoongi agrees. 

"Oh god yes", Hoseok groans and rolls his eyes, "I've never met bigger oblivious idiots as you two." 

You giggle and because the kiss made you feel brave, you hug Jungkook's arm and rest your head on his shoulder. This is something you would never ever do in front of your friends, but tonight you want to. 

Jungkook looks at you with blushing cheeks, but doesn’t pull away because he loves the touch. Taehyung was right, it feels so epic to let everybody know you and him belong together. 

"I can't believe that it took us six months to see you guys kiss", Jimin says teasingly, "you guys do kiss in private don't you?" 

Your friends think it beyond adorable just how instantly flustered you and Jungkook become. 

"Yes of course we do", Jungkook murmurs, playing with his rings. 

"Oooh so cute", they coo and tease, smiling fondly when you and Jungkook look at each other all giddy and shy. 

You and Jungkook take the night bus home together that night, sitting next to each other. There weren’t many people on the bus with you. A boy your age with earbuds in, two girl friends lost in conversation and the bus driver. You and Jungkook picked out a spot where you can sit next to each other. 

Jungkook let you take the seat by the window while he took the one by the corridor, having one of his legs outside the footroom. He would never do that when the bus is stuffed, but because everybody had enough space and he needed that extra support with his wobbly drunk head, he allowed himself to manspread. 

You have your head rested on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around him. Like this you are sharing warmth and you can smell his perfume. Sweet and really subtle. It suits him really well and you can’t help but snuggle your nose into his neck just for one quick sniff. 

Jungkook sneaks a glance your way. He is flustered by the skinship. 

"What are you doing?" he whispers his question because the bus is too quiet for normal conversations and he doesn’t want to disturb anyon.

"You smell so nice", you tell him equally as quiet and give him a drunk grin. 

Jungkook blushes. You lean in and kiss him. Just once, a simple quick peck on his lips before you pull back again. Your eyes are big and sparkly, racing between his' to make out his reaction.

"Oh my god", he flusters, pulling away just to hide his mouth behind his hand. 

"Did you like it?" you ask. 

He nods his head vigorously and giggles. It makes you giggle too and then drape your arm around him. 

Another kiss. 

Just once, a big smooch on his cheek. 

"___", he whispers, placing his arm around your shoulder, "we're in public." 

"I know, it's just so nice to kiss you." 

Your eyes meet and focus solely on the other. 

"I was so nervous when they told us to kiss, but I'm not that nervous anymore now that we finally did it", you confess.

"Me too", he agrees, "I want to give you hugs in public and it doesn’t feel that scary anymore." 

You agree with a nod and just one second later you and him lean in at the same time just to kiss.

It doesn’t stop. It continues. Slow and nothing more than lips dancing with each other. Jungkook has his arm around you while you touch his thigh. Your hearts are racing and your head is dizzy. This feels so nice. 

"Acorn Road", the bus driver announces, forcing you and Jungkook apart. 

"It's uh, it’s our stop", Jungkook whispers, voice slightly raspy. 

"I know", you answer him breathlessly. You really didn’t want this to end so soon.

With heavy hearts you leave the bus, holding hands once outside. 

The walk to your apartments is a little difficult tonight. With both of you just healthily tipsy, taking steps is hard and keeping balance is a challenge. But you have each other and that makes the journey already that much easier to bear. 

"You were so amazing tonight", you tell him and kick a little pebble, "especially during Make Me Your Slave." 

"You think so? Me and Jin hyung really nailed the guitar battle didn’t we?" 

"Yes, totally. You were really hot." 

"Oh", he laughs shyly, "thank you." 

"Sorry, I’m so tipsy that I talk a lot." 

"It's alright, I like it when you are like this", his eyes widen, "not drunk or something! Just cute. You’re cute right now", he makes sure. 

You hide your face in his arm, "thanks", you murmur giddily. 

You pass by your neighborhood's pharmacy and the new café which opened last month. Jungkook already took you on two dates there and both dates were very nice. They offer really yummy chocolate cookies, which you both really enjoy. It has already closed for the day, now passing you by unlit and empty. 

The convenience store however was still brightly lit. Perfect. Jungkook had hoped that Misses Lee was still up. 

"I'm kinda hungry", Jungkook says, "do you want to go for a quick snack?" 

"Yes, of course", you say, gazing at him. 

You will always say yes to an opportunity to spend more time with him. 

It is a tradition of you and him that whenever you get drunk with your friends, you and Jungkook share some spicy ramen at the convenience store. Not only do they taste yummier when drunk, but it is also a really fun opportunity to sober up and chat with each other. 

Jungkook holds the door open for you, greeting Misses Lee at the same time as you. 

"Hello my loves", she greets you, standing up from her two seater to hurry to you. She studies you from head to toe. 

Both of you dressed in black with smokey eyes and bold jewellery. You with your high heeled boots on and Jungkook with his black guitar case strapped to his back. This is a view she isn’t used to from her two favourite students. 

"Look at you two. You look so not at all like yourselves tonight. Where are you coming from?"

"Jungkook's concert. He was really awesome", you explain proudly. 

"Oh dear! And you didn’t even invite me?" she huffs out air, "now I am hurt", she says, clearly joking. 

"I'm sorry Misses Lee, I’ll invite you next time", Jungkook says and gives her a polite bow. 

"Of course, of course. Don’t you worry about it", she smiles, "you two go enjoy your food, I’ll be here watching my show." 

"Thank you Misses Lee", you thank her and then make your way to the back of the store to your usual seat. 

It was a small round plastic table with two plastic chairs. There were two other tables with chairs surrounding you and on one wall, a little kitchen with a water cooker, a microwave and a small side dishes bar was waiting to be used. While Jungkook is preparing your cup noodles, you fill a plate with side dishes. There weren’t many left tonight as the day was long already and many people used the kitchen, but they were enough for you and Jungkook to enjoy.

Jungkook joins you once the noodles are done, sitting down with a content sigh. 

"I'll enjoy the food", he says and digs in.

"I'll enjoy the food", you say and begin eating. 

Spicy and way too salty ramen tastes best when you are drunk. Tonight is proving it once again. 

Neither you nor Jungkook are talking while you eat and that means the food is delicious. It is exactly what you and him needed after an amazing evening out with your friends. Sharing spicy noodles in your favourite convenience store. It's those little things which make your relationship just that much more exciting. 

Jungkook finishes his ramen first, sipping on a sweet drink as he watches you eat.

"I haven’t told you yet, but I think you look really pretty tonight", he says, making you stop midchew. 

"You think so?”you cup both your cheeks, “I don’t know what to think of the makeup, Jisoo did it. She said that it will make me look hot, but I think it’s way too much." 

Jungkook shakes his head, "no, it’s perfect. You look really, really beautiful. I don’t wanna stop looking at you." 

"Thank you", you murmur and giggle. His compliments will never cease to fluster you. 

You gaze at his face. His makeup – just as yours – is already smudged and messy from time, dancing and being drunk. It suits him. Makes him look even more like your handsome rockstar. 

"You are so handsome too." 

"Thank you", Jungkook blushes. 

"I think you’re always so hot when you’re performing. And the lip ring looks really good too." 

"You think so? So it wasn’t cringy I did it?" 

"Not at all. It really fits the look tonight. You look like a true rockstar."

Jungkook giggles and lowers his eyes, “thank you. Although I can’t wait to get out of the clothes. The pants are kinda tight around my balls, they’ve been forcing my boxers into my buttcrack the entire night”, he says, doing the very drunk thing of reaching inside his pants just to fix the massive wedgie he is sporting.

“You didn’t just reach into your pants in public did you?” you ask in a laugh.

Jungkook lets out an embarrassed laugh, looking behind his back to see if he was being watched.

“Why did I do that? I never do that”, he whispers, leaning over the table so you are able to hear him.

“You’re so drunk”, you giggle, pinching his cheek.

Jungkook blushes and leans closer. Like this you can feel his breath on your skin. It smells of booze and just a little bit like the ramen he just ate. His lips were also very red and puffy, courtesy of the spicy food. They look so tempting right now that all you can do is lean in and steal a kiss.

Jungkook gasps, but kisses you back instantly. Him bend halfway over the table and you with your fingers in his hair. You don’t see it, but Misses Lee is currently watching you with fond eyes. She had to watch you and him eat your ramen and gaze at each other longingly for almost three years now, so seeing you finally kiss fills her with so much excitement. Yes, she was not aware that you and him were actually already dating each other for half a year. She is definitely aware now and come tomorrow, everybody in the neighbourhood will know about it too.

Jungkook chuckles breathily, breaking the kiss but keeping his eyes closed.

“What’s gotten into you, baby?” he whispers, “that’s the third time you are kissing me in public.”

“I just…” you exhale shakily, twisting his hair to pull him closer, “…you’re so hot.”

Jungkook chuckles and pulls away in embarrassment. It makes you open your eyes. His cheeks are red and his eyes look left and right uncomfortably.

“Sorry, you’re right. We’re in public.”

“No, it’s uh..alright, just..shall we go home?”

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea.”

You leave the convenience store hand in hand, continuing your drunk journey home. The steep incline feels difficult to climb tonight, but you and Jungkook manage with the help of the other. Once you have reached the top, the fresh air and exhausting walk managed to clear your heads enough that neither you nor Jungkook feel dizzy anymore. Also the ramen most definitely started to work too, filling you with enough energy to take up the task of climbing the stairs.

"Do you think that Jisoo and Sunmi are finally gonna go out?” you ask him, “I think they are going to continue their gazing." 

"But they chatted at the bar tonight. For an hour. That must mean something", Jungkook answers you. 

"True", you squint your eyes in suspicion, "they did seem very fond then." 

“Right? I think they’re gonna go on a date soon.”

“I still don’t think they will, they’re gonna pull an Us 2.0 and just pine for each other.”

Jungkook chuckles, squeezing your hand.

“But we somehow did it too, they’ll do it too.”

You agree with a laugh, “I guess.”

You have finally reached the top, now standing next to your shared flower pot.

“So we are here”, Jungkook says.

“Yup we’re here.”

“That was such a journey, wasn’t it? I feel really sober again.”

“Yeah me too, I think I sweat it all out, touch it”, you say and place his hand on your tummy.

“Oh that’s so sweaty”, he says and giggles.

“Yeah right? It’s so disgusting.”

He nods his head, but doesn’t pull his hand away, instead he runs it to your waist. The touch leaves goosebumps behind. His eyes run up and down your body, carrying a certain playful obsession in them.

"Hey, do you want to stay at my place tonight?" you ask him. 

"Really?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes of course I wanna stay. Can you just give me twenty to wash up and put my guitar inside?" 

"Sure, I’ll go wash up too. Just knock once you’re back." 

"Will do", he says and disappears inside his apartment. 

So do you, hurrying straight to your bathroom once you are out of your boots and jacket.

It takes you exactly twenty minutes to shower and wash your face, which leaves you hurrying to the door all stressed. Until you realise that you are dating Jungkook and he takes the longest showers ever. So you begin cleaning. Just a few touches here and there and also a quick moment of fluffing up the pillows. You also decide to light a few candles for romance reasons.

That is when Jungkook finally knocks. You open the door. His hair is freshly washed and his bangs are thoroughly combed, his face is vast of make-up and his once well shown off body is hidden behind a skyblue baggy shirt and checkered pyjama pants. That is the Jungkook you are so used to, your comfort, your home. He is also carrying a black toiletry bag filled with all the stuff he needs. He normally keeps it at your place, but took it with him last week to refill it. 

"Did you get everything?" you ask him, meaning the bag, and step out of the doorway.

"I did, I hope I'm not too late. I'll put it back in the bathroom", he says, waddling to the bathroom. 

"No, you’re just right", you assure him, "do you want some water?" 

"Yes please. Should I help?" he calls out of the bathroom 

"No, it’s alright." 

Jungkook appears in the kitchen nonetheless, opening your snack cabinet. He gets on his tiptoes and begins looking. 

"Do you still have the bbq bites?" 

"No, because you’re always eating them without asking and then never put them on the grocery list." 

Jungkook turns, giving you a boyish grin. 

"If I ask you, do you have them then?" 

"No?" you chuckle, "but nice try." 

Jungkook huffs out air and pouts. 

"I guess it’s alright, I've already brushed my teeth anyways”, he says and accepts the water.

He drinks it, so do you. He refills his glass and drinks it hungrily, ending it with a sigh.

“Performing always leaves me so thirsty”, he says and grunts, drying his lips with the back of his hand. He goes for a second refill and drinks it as he follows you to the bedroom.

"Do you wanna cuddle?" you offer. 

"Yes, so bad", he says and nods his head vigorously.

You and him go straight for the bed. It is after all the most comfortable place to cuddle. And tonight Jungkook really needs it. He lies down with a loud sigh. 

"I am so tired", he whines, stretching his limbs from his body like a starfish. 

"Me too", you say, lying down and rolling closer to him. You collide with his side, resting your hand on his tummy and your cheek on his shoulder, "I haven’t danced that much in ages." 

"I know, I saw", he smiles drunkenly and closes his arm around you safely. 

You let your gaze linger on his face. Just an hour ago Jungkook looked like all those rockstar sexgods you always see in movies and now he looks so cute and innocent again. It feels so unreal.

Jungkook closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. He exhales and hums in content.

"This is heaven. Your bed is seriously so comfy", he sighs, "my next purchase is gonna be a bed too. My couch is giving me backaches." 

"You can always come over and crash here", you murmur, rubbing your cheek against him to get all snuggly. 

Jungkook grins, "neat."

You prop yourself up on your elbow, making Jungkook turn his head to you. He opens his eyes and smiles. The candles cast faint shadows on his face and make his skin appear golden. His eyes look so different now. So sweet and pretty, not at all mysterious and seductive as they did with the makeup on. Yet somehow that memory was still there. 

The way they lingered on you during Wetter and Make Me Your Slave. The way they followed you through the room. How Jungkook lowered them playfully each time he sang into your direction. It left you with a certain tingle in your stomach. 

The type of tingle only a kiss can satisfy. So you claim his lips in a kiss, forcing his eyes to fall closed and his fingers to find your hair. 

You kiss for a long time, finally feeling comfortable enough to use not only your lips but also your teeth and tongue. It leaves Jungkook sighing for more, lips following your every movement hungrily. 

This is the type of kiss you would never ever do in public and perhaps that is why it feels so special and exciting whenever you finally do it. This is your little secret. The thing only you and Jungkook will ever experience. A little treasure between you and him.

You sigh and drape your leg over his lap to get closer. Like this his hand slips down your back, now resting on the beginning of your butt. Warm and big, tracing the shape of you slowly. You can feel his body against your middle in this position. His hip bone digs into your inner thigh, his hip is rubbing against your core and your tummy is brushing against his ribs. He feels so amazing. 

With a soft moan of his name, you kiss him even deeper, forcing Jungkook to mewl quietly. You are so eager in your kisses. Jungkook isn’t used to so much tongue from you. Now, he loves French kissing you, but tonight you are going all out. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss in a shy laugh, licking his wet lips. He looks at you with sparkly eyes, trying to make sense of the emotion on your features. He lets out a breathy laugh, caressing your cheek. 

“Are we not trying to sleep?” he asks.

“I don’t know, I just feel so hot.”

“Hot?”

You claim Jungkook’s lips as your answer, biting down until the sensation makes him mewl and even then you keep the pressure, pulling back until his lower lip slips from your teeth and bounces back into its original shape. He licks it, eyes racing between yours and breathing just slightly quickened.

Without saying a word, you close the distance and begin kissing his neck. You feel up his chest as you kiss him, basking in the way his nipples are so hard through his shirt.

Jungkook sighs and rolls his head to the side, closing his eyes. Your neck kisses are one of his weaknesses.

He smells so amazing tonight. His hair smells of his shampoo and his body of his bodywash and yet there was the faint hint of his perfume still lingering on his neck. It was barely there and could only really be taken in when you were close enough, but you smelled it, breathing it in until his scent replaced the air in your lungs. You moan and dance your lips down his jawline.

"Feels so good", Jungkook sighs and tilts his head back, revealing his vulnerable throat to you. 

You claim it instantly, trailing kisses down and using your tongue to trace it on your way up. You feel his moan tickle the tip of it and the heavy swallow he does afterwards.

He is pressing his legs together, trying and failing to keep his cock from getting hard. You just feel way too good. Especially when you take hold of a bundle of his hair and use it to roll his head to the side. And especially when a second later he feels your soft lips trace kisses up and down the side of his neck.

He whimpers softly, rubbing his legs together. This is turning him on so much.

“Jungkook”, you sigh, dancing your lips to his ear, “can you be my slave tonight?”

Jungkook opens his eyes and props himself up on his elbows quickly. He is gawking at you, lips parted in surprise.

“What did you just say?” he asks in a soft voice.

You sit up and claim the emptiness on his lap. Jungkook gulps, rolling his hips up and failing. You are just inches away from where his cock is straining against his pants, but he can’t chase you as your weight prevents him from moving. This is making him just that tiny bit impatient and greedy for more.

"I wanna make you my slave tonight", you rasp, watching in hunger as Jungkook gulps. 

You begin running your hands up and down his torso, starting at his lower stomach and going all the way up to his chest. You linger there for a moment, rubbing your warm palms over his sculpted pecs and teasing his clothed nipples in the process.

Jungkook arches his back, arms beginning to struggle just slightly.

“The way you looked in your clothes tonight”, you begin, drawing circles on his nipples with two of your fingers, “the way you looked at me all the time, the way you sang and danced and played the guitar. Jungkook, I’m so horny because of you.”

You pinch both of his sensitive nipples, grinding your pussy into his thigh at the same time.

"B-baby are you still drunk? It’s not, not like you to talk like this."

"I'm not drunk, I’m just so into you. You drive me insane when you're performing", you rasp and show him just how turned on you are with a grind of your hips. 

Jungkook moans softly, dropping back into the pillows.

“Really, I’m so horny”, you rasp, shimmying down his legs just so you could take his cock out and wrap your lips around it.

Jungkook gasps in surprise, lifting his head to look at you. His eyelids flutter as he does, his brows furrow. This came as such a surprise. The most pleasant and amazing surprise ever, but it was still a surprise and Jungkook feels himself gasping for air. 

You are looking at him, cheek puffed out by his cock and eyes so sparkly. He feels it move inside you, rubbing against the inside of your cheek. You are so warm and wet.

Jungkook lets out a grateful moan and reaches down to comb his fingers through your hair. He watches you rub your legs together at the touch and feels you moan against his cock.

With just a slight change of your position, his cock leaves the softness of your cheek and glides over your tongue, slipping further and further down your throat.

“Ah, god”, he moans, head falling back into the pillows and left leg bending at the knee. He pulls it up, feeling your hand run up and down his newly exposed thigh in an instant. First your hand and then your lips.

His cock, now slickened in your spit and tingling in the cold air, is being jerked off by your right hand, brushing against your neck every now and then. You give his inner thigh a soft bite, making his leg jerk up and with it his pants as well. They slip halfway up his cock, only your hand stops them from swallowing it whole.

You giggle, lifting your head. Jungkook gives you a lazy grin, trying his hardest to pull his pants down. 

“Wait, I’ll take them off”, you say, hooking your fingers in the hem of them.

Jungkook lifts his hips and allows you, returning to his previous position once naked. You however don’t. You kiss his balls, sucking them between your lips.

“Ah”, he moans, “fuck.”

Your hand is running up and down his shaft, fingers squeezing his cockhead each time you reach it. You suck eagerly, eyes glued to his face and pussy soaking through your pants. You love his cock so much. 

“Ah, ha”, Jungkook whimpers, throwing his arm over his eyes, "it's so good." 

The slip is easier all of a sudden, supported by his slippery precum leaking all over your fingers. You go faster, jerking off his entire length while sucking his sensitive balls in and out of your hungry mouth.

Jungkook inhales sharply, tugging on your hair and bucking his hips up. His moans become raspier, louder, maybe just a little bit more desperate.

You change sides, sucking him happily all whilst swirling your tongue over his soft skin. It makes his voice crack and his back arch.

“Baby…”

Your hand is so wet, making the most sinful of sounds as it glides over his length. His tip is so hot and each time you touch it his cock throbs aggressively.

“Baby”, he moans and inhales squeakily, “ah baby.”

You release his balls with a bop of your lips, connecting your tongue with them promptly. You give him no time for catching his breath, dragging your tongue up his throbbing vein until you have reached his leaking tip. It tastes like him and that distinct salty goodness of his precum. You lick it off happily, letting it coat your tongue until he is clean. You wrap your lips around him and sink down as far as you can go.

Jungkook shudders uncontrollably, scratching his nails over your scalp as he tries to grab for more of your hair. There is a certain breathiness in his sounds, filled with the desperation of having to keep breathing when all he wants to do is choke on the pleasure. Every now and then he falls completely silent, breathing through his nose until his lips fall open again and he is left taking squeaky gasps through his mouth.

You let your left hand disappear under his shirt, looking for his nipple and finding it soon. It hardens under your touch.

“Ah, mhm, ah, fuck…me”, Jungkook moans and gasps for air, “ah baby, ah.”

His length throbs inside of you. You swallow right around him, allowing his excitement to run down your throat. It is a difficult task keeping the current tempo going, especially when Jungkook begins squirming beneath you, twisting your hair almost painfully. But you try your hardest to control the situation, massaging his balls in your right hand while tickling his other nipple out of hiding. 

Jungkook squirms more. His left leg, once bent by the knee, brushes against your side on its desperate journey to find new support. He finds it and bucks his hips up, forcing you to gag around him. 

You don’t let it distract you, allowing your spit to run down his shaft and using it to massage whatever parts your mouth currently can’t pay attention to. You move slowly, letting his length glide over your tongue. Jungkook bucks his hips up a second time, forcing his cock down your throat and a yet another gag to slip past your lips.

“Kook”, you giggle, “you’ll make me gag if you keep moving like that.”

He looks so completely ruined by now. Bangs a mess from resting his arm on them, cheeks flushed and lips puffy from biting them. His eyes are also glowing in arousal, gazing at your glistening lips.

“Sorry, it just feels so good", he whispers, "can I do something too?”

“No.”

“What? No?” he asks in a chuckle.

You bite his inner thigh and suck on it, forcing Jungkook’s laughter to cut off abruptly. You suck harder.

“Oh, ah”, he gasps and grunts, “that-that…stings, ah.”

You release him with a moan, staring at the hickey with hungry eyes. Jungkook gulps, looking at it with blown-out pupils. This is the first time you are giving him a hickey on his inner thigh.

Your eyes meet.

“You’re my slave, Jungkook and I want to use you tonight", you rasp and take his cock back inside.

You keep it pressed to your tongue, fucking your head up and down on him and making his frenulum grind over your soft tongue repeatedly.

Jungkook is dizzy. First you are giving him a hickey, then you are calling him your slave and now you are sucking his cock like you have never sucked him off before. Whatever was in his performance tonight, it turned you into a completely different woman and Jungkook has to learn the sweet way that all he gets tonight is your warm mouth and your fingers exploring his favourite spots while he has to lay there for you and moan.

You pinch his nipple before rolling it between your fingers. Jungkook moans shakily, feeling the sensation all the way down in his cock. It makes your mouth feel a million times better.

Your hand is making his shirt slip up his stomach. It calls your attention, forcing your lips from his cock so they can explore his abs instead. Jungkook mewls and sighs, hating and loving the new sensations at the same time. He hates them because his cock feels so goddamn needy for more of your mouth and he loves them because his stomach is so sensitive and your kisses leave him seeing stars.

“You’re my sexy slave”, you rasp, “all mine, you’re all mine.”

You seal your promises by sucking on the skin of his lower stomach until a dark purple bruise has formed. Jungkook chases you when you release him, exhaling shakily. 

"Say it for me", you stress. 

"I'm yours", Jungkook sighs, "all yours." 

"Yes, all mine." 

You wrap your lips around his cockhead and suck with such vigour that your cheeks fall in. 

Jungkook whines pathetically loudly, arching his back and grasping the edge of the pillow. The sound of your otherwise so quiet and reserved boyfriend goes straight to your core. You rub your legs together, wishing for more friction while sinking down on his cock. 

He is writhing so much. His hips are restless, chasing your addictive warmth and feeding you more of him in the process. You know that this is a reaction he is unable to stop and yet tonight you feel the need to remind him that he has to behave. 

You pinch his nipple, squeezing the base of his cock at the same time. 

"Baby, I’m gonna cum", he chokes out and groans.

You suck harder and harder. 

Jungkook shakes more and more. 

"Wait, stop I'm g-gonna cum", he squeaks and grabs a big bundle of your hair. 

You encourage him with a moan, paying special attention to his tip. You suck it and lick it. 

"Ah", the sound is so loud that Jungkook throws his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, "babyimgonnacum", he presses out in the smallest of voices, tensing every muscle in his trembling body. 

One last suck and a flick of your tongue is all Jungkook needs. You however slip off before giving it to him, watching in bliss as his cock throbs and twitches. 

"No, oh god...no", Jungkook mewls, kicking the sheets so harshly he manages to kick off the corner of your blanket. It is now tangling over the edge of the bed alongside your feet. 

You stop his squirming legs, running your palms up and down his inner thighs. The muscles are tense, feeling harder than they do on his relaxed days. And that says something because Jungkook's perfect legs feel hard and tense on his relaxed days. Yes, you are very obsessed with them and you spend many hours sitting on them while you and Jungkook are doing your tasks. 

You leave one hickey on his right thigh then kiss your way up his torso until you are on eye level with him. He is looking at you, sweaty and completely out of breath. 

"What the hell baby?" he squeaks.

You grin goofily.

"You edged me", he whispers. 

"I know", you giggle, scrunching your nose up, "I always wanted to try this. Is it good?" 

"No, it’s awful. I wanna cum", he whines, making you laugh. 

"I love you Kook." 

"I love you too ___, but oh my god please make me cum."

You cackle ungracefully and squish his cheeks between your hands. 

"You're so cute, I love you so much. Oh god Kookie", you laugh, shaking his head softly.

You kiss to seal the promise, not for long as you feel too restless to wait any longer. You break the kiss and touch his cock, making him inhale sharply and his hips roll into your touch. Slow and steady you run them up and down his length, rolling your thumb over his frenulum each time you meet it.

"Yes...oh wow", Jungkook sighs, gripping the edge of the pillow and arching his back all while you tower over him and look into his eyes. 

"Does it feel good?" 

"Yeah, it’s amazing", Jungkook sighs and groans, closing his eyes, "baby that’s the spot." 

"Right there?" you ask, jerking off his cock right where his tip begins. 

"Right there. Yes, there. Right there." 

"Jungkook I'm so horny", you press out and inhale shakily, "you're so hot." 

Jungkook wanted to open his eyes, but ends up squeezing them closed instead, hips rolling into your hand. You speed it up for him, using his newly spilled arousal as your lube.

"Baby, my sweetie, holy shit you’re-", he throbs in your hand, "-so good."

"You're such a sexy slave", you rasp, going so fast that Jungkook's legs are shaking uncontrollably and his fingers almost rip the pillow. You don’t even notice that you do, too mesmerised by Jungkook's face and how it contorts in pleasure. 

"You're making me", a squeak interrupts him, "cum." 

"Now?" 

"Mh-hm yeah, yeah. Now, soon, now. Okay yeah now, now oh-" he rips his eyes open, "no baby why? Baby back please back. Please, please, please. Back." 

You smirk and shake your head, tracing his tensed abs and basking in his restless legs. 

"Why are you so mean?" he whines and pouts sadly. 

"I'm not", you insist, giggling when this makes Jungkook pout even harder. You hide your mouth behind your hands and tilt your head to the side, eyes sparkling brightly, "you're cute." 

He huffs out air, "you can’t woo me with sweet words." 

You giggle and smooch his cheek. Your hand returns to his cock, running up and down his sensitive shaft and massaging his heated tip.

It elicits the sweetest of sighs from Jungkook. His eyes fall closed and his lips part in quick pants for air. 

"Can you do something for me?" you ask, eyes glued to his pleasure contorted face.

"Yes of course, what do you need?" Jungkook sighs, peeling his eyes open. 

"No, keep them closed and don’t peek."

“Okay? Uhm”, he squeezes them shut, “like this?”

“Mh-hm, now..no peeking.” 

“Yeah, okay…” he sighs, sounding just slightly desperate as you retreated your hand just this moment. He waits for you to do whatever you need to do, running his hands up and down his torso mindlessly. He hears the ruffling of sheets, the shuffling of clothes, the squeak of your bed frame. Then he feels the pillow dent on each side of his head. 

"Open your eyes." 

Jungkook opens them, meeting not your face as he had expected but your pussy. 

"Baby holy shit…wow", he laughs in disbelief, running his hands all over your hips and ass. 

"I'm feeling very adventurous tonight and you are tired so I thought you can relax back and I do all the work. Do you-“, you fluster slightly, “-do you like it?” you ask him quietly.

"Yes, I do. It's amazing, it’s so hot. Oh my god, baby I wanna get lost in you", he rasps, opening his mouth to welcome your pussy. 

You lower yourself with a sigh, gasping a second later when the warmth of his tongue runs over your pussy in slow, steady licks.

Jungkook has his eyes locked on your face. They look so sparkly, so devoted to you. You can only keep the eye contact for a few seconds and then it gets too much to bear and you have to look away.

You have never let him eat you out like that. You straddling his face, completely naked. This is something that requires way too much confidence from you, which as of recently you didn’t possess. Quite frankly, you still don’t possess it. So it is as much of a surprise to you as it is to Jungkook that you finally – finally – feel comfortable enough to give his face a ride.

Jungkook is not going to complain. He has been dreaming of this moment for forever.

"That actually", your lips curl into a blissed-out smile, "feels really good." 

Your eyes fall closed and your body falls into the sensations completely. You are drowning in them and you do nothing against it. Let them swallow you, let his loving touch and his warm mouth consume you whole. You are so ready.

"Ah, Kook", you moan breathily. 

Jungkook is swirling his tongue over your clit, massaging your buttocks at the same time. Like this he can feel you tense while tasting how much sweeter you become as the seconds turns into minutes.

"Ah, oh, Kook, do that please do that", you press out, looking for his hair and finding it. You comb your fingers through it repeatedly. It is so soft on your skin. 

Jungkook is feeling dizzy. You are glowing. Your touch feels so good. He continues the slow flicks through your folds, basking in the shy moans you let out. Your lips look so pretty like this. All puffy from kissing and now parted in bliss. Jungkook is feeling himself get obsessed with the view. He moans against your pussy and begins tracing your clit. 

"Wow", you let out and laugh softly, "wow, oh wow." 

"Like it?" he asks and returns to his spot. Slow, calculated circles on your clit and soft moans to show you how into you he is. 

"Yes", you press out. 

"Good", Jungkook murmurs against your pussy, basking in the flinch you do because of it. He squeezes your buttocks and makes a sound again. 

"Ha-ah", you let out, body trembling. 

Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit and makes another sound. 

"Kook", you keen, collapsing with the headboard. Your left arm is holding you up, your forehead is resting against it. Like this Jungkook has the perfect view of your boobs. He has to reach up and touch them. 

You exhale shakily, growing wetter on his tongue. Now you are having Jungkook fondling your breasts and massaging your buttocks while his lips are sucking on your clit. You wouldn’t have been able to dream this up in a hundred years and yet here you are and it feels incredible.

"Don't stop, please", you mewl, legs shaking and stomach tensing. He is so warm, his touches are so tender, his hair is so soft. You love this. You love this so much.

Jungkook releases your clit with a moan, "never", he flicks his tongue up and down your terribly swollen bundle of nerves. He goes fast, makes the sweetest of sounds all while his eyes are racing over your body. 

You twitch and tremble, squeezing his head with your thighs just once. It makes him squeak and for his mouth to wrap around your pussy hungrily. He sucks and moans, he licks and groans, he slurps and whimpers. This is his favourite meal. 

"Jungkook please oh my god…"

"Mhm, baby", his voice is muffled by pussy. He squeezes your left breast one last time then dances his warm palm to your right side. Your nipple hardens instantly, getting played with by Jungkook's fingers. He can feel how this sends an uncontrollable shudder through your body. You are also soaking his chin with your juices and every now and then Jungkook can taste it on his tongue. You taste so good. Especially tonight. Especially when had to look at you during the entire concert with the thought that you were ruining his sanity. He is so attracted to you tonight. He is always attracted to you, but tonight there is just that extra little flutter in his lower stomach that makes him want to make you cum over and over again. 

Jungkook loves when you touch him and play with him and make him cum, but he loves it even more when the roles are reversed. Making you feel nice, making you moan and smile and sigh his name, making you cum feels a hundred times better to him. He sometimes jokes that he wouldn’t mind if the sex you and him had was solely him making you feel nice, but you deny that request passionately and with the reason that you also wanted to make him feel nice. 

"Ah! Oh...again", you beg, pressing your hips down just slightly. 

Jungkook moans and sucks on your pussy until you flinch with a gasp. You laugh shyly and twist his hair. 

"Again please." 

Jungkook sucks and sucks, going dizzy at your taste and going even dizzier when you flinch and gasp. 

"Sensitive…" you whisper and shudder, "Koo, I’m..sensitive." 

"Mhhm, baby", he sucks on you one last time, feeling you tremble and your thighs close around his head again. He releases you with a slurp and then begins flicking his tongue over your clit, groaning upon feeling how swollen he had gotten her. 

"Kook", you squeak, hiding your mouth behind your hand, "oh my fucking god", your voice is muffled, but Jungkook heard it nonetheless and it spurs him on to do better, to make you cum just like this.

And he seems successful. You fall silent and begin holding your breath with each inhale you do. You also begin twisting his hair and your thighs are twitching. Jungkook knows what that means. You are going to cum. 

He moans and squeezes your breast. His tongue works tirelessly, his chin is getting soaked. 

"Kook", you gasp and hold your breath again. Your nose scrunches up. 

Jungkook squeezes your ass and moans. Oh how the vibration of it makes you tremble. 

"Kook, Kook, Kook", you chant and squeak, "Jungkook." 

You groan and then you feel that knot in your stomach loosen in an explosion of electricity and warmth. You are wheezing for air, almost crushing his head between your legs and if Jungkook wasn’t supporting you, you would probably smother him in your pussy. Orgasms on his tongue feel so fucking good. They always manage to make you shake out of complete control. And once you come down, you feel so drained that you have to drop on the mattress and gasp for air. 

Jungkook rolls to his side and props himself up on his elbow. He wipes his mouth and chin with his hand, licking it clean afterwards. 

"That was hot", he says. 

"Yeah…" 

"Did you like it?" 

"Yeah…" 

"Me too, I loved it." 

"Hah, yeah." 

Jungkook scoots closer and bites your shoulder softly. 

"Ah, don’t bite me", you gasp, doing nothing to shake him off. 

Jungkook releases you with a sigh and then nudges your cheek with his nose. It is sticky in your juices. Then he bites you again. 

"Not my cheek", you whine. 

Jungkook sucks on your cheek softly and releases it with a quiet bop. He cackles sheepishly, but touches you in ways which let you know that this is him being so completely derailed in horniness that he has fallen back into his animal state. Jungkook is currently asking for a fuck with those bites and so you turn your head to face him. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" 

"Yes", he rasps, rolling his hips into your leg to show off his hard cock. 

"Spoon me", you order and then roll to your side so your back would be facing him. 

Jungkook snuggles closer, cradling you in his strong arm and nuzzling his nose into your cheek.

"Sweetie, I love this position", he whispers in a sigh. His cock is rubbing against your buttocks, soiling your skin with his precum. 

"Me too", you say and lift your leg for him, pulling it to your chest. Like this your pussy is bared to his length, allowing his cockhead to grind through your folds and rub against your sensitive clit. You moan and shiver. This feels so sensitive, makes your pussy feel so wet and warm.

"Holy wow, you’re so wet", he moans, reaching down to press his tip against your entrance without slipping in. Just nice pressure, riling you up for what was to come, "can I? Please, please?" 

"Yes, slip in", you sigh, rolling your hips back. 

Jungkook slips in with little resistance, getting swallowed by your hungry walls. You feel every inch of him and it feels like only gasping for air could make it bearable. He is finally with you again. Finally you have him as close as he can get.

"Holy fuck...baby", he groans, taking you back into his arms to hold you against his chest, "does it hurt? How are you?" 

"It feels so good, please move baby", you mewl, wiggling your ass until finally he begins rocking back and forth, forcing a moan to slip past your lips simultaneously.

He is so close in this position. Every inch of your body feels his skin, his warmth and presence. You feel his heart race and how his stomach tenses and relaxes in the movements. You feel his cock slip in and out of you, rubbing against your favourite spots because this position allows it to happen naturally. You feel his breath tickle your skin and feel his legs rub against yours. The best sensation were his arms however, how they held you safely and kept you feeling so protected. When you are like this, in his strong arms as his length rocks back and forth inside of you, nothing can hurt you.

"That feels like...holy fuck...baby, that feels like heaven", Jungkook moans shakily. 

"Yes it does...it does so much", you answer him with your eyes closed and your body floating on warmth.

You reach behind yourself and begin playing with his hair. You turn your head just enough to look at him. His eyes are half-lidded, focused on your face and sparkling in the candlelight. 

"You fuck me so good", you sigh. 

"Mhhm", Jungkook lets out, having to squeeze his eyes shut, "baby…" 

"Oh!" you gasp, clenching around him. He has just let his hand disappear between your legs, now rubbing your clit. 

"Yes Kook", you squeak, burying your face in the pillow. You resort to moaning afterwards, thanking the pillow for muffling your voice. You are so shameless tonight. You would never be that loud on normal days. Not only because your apartment's walls are terribly thin, but also because you are too shy to be loud. Tonight you can’t help it. He fucks you so good. 

Jungkook buries his face in your hair and joins you. His noises are significantly louder than yours, your hair does a terrible job at muffling them. He just can’t stop them. You edging him left him so sensitive. Jungkook is sure that he has never felt that hard and swollen before. 

"I can't get enough of you", he mewls, "baby, why are you so addictive?" 

"Kook…" you sigh and tighten around him. His touch is like ecstasy, his cock feels so heavenly. You are burning up, getting swallowed by the sensations willingly.

"Is it good for you?" he asks, timing the slow thrusts of his hips with the rolls of his fingers. 

"So good, you'll make me cum", you moan and arch into him. 

"That's hot, tell me when", he rasps and continues his slow movements. 

He has no stress right now. This is your shared moment and Jungkook doesn’t want to rush it. He will fuck you as slow and deep as he is fucking you right now for as long as you need him to. He may be terribly close to his high already, but Jungkook is a master in holding back. He wants to bask in you, wants to go with you on your journey to your high. 

"Almost there, please just like this…" your voice is pitched in pleasure, your fingers are squeezing the pillow, you are so wet around him. 

Jungkook moans your name and obeys. He keeps his hips just like this, flicks his finger over your clit just like this, kisses your neck just like this. 

"Wow, soon, ah Kook", you begin panting, squeezing his cock so tightly Jungkook is fearing for his sanity. 

"Cum for me, baby", he whispers sweetly, pushing you over the edge in the gentlest of ways  

He holds you as you tremble, he kisses you as you float on your high and moans as you gasp his name over and over again. He allows you the moment or two of calm after your high, having to swallow down his sobs of desperation because all he wants to do is fuck into you and cum. 

"This was amazing", you sigh and snuggle back into him, shifting his length inside of you in the process.

Jungkook groans and tenses.

"I wanna cum", he presses out, "tell me where." 

"Inside, I wanna have your cum tonight."

"Oh god", he sobs desperately, "are you sure? I won’t be able to hold back." 

"Yes Kook, cum inside of me", you allow him and stick your ass out. 

"Fuck", Jungkook squeaks and begins moving. Slow and tentatively to make sure you aren’t hurting. You are so tight from your high, Jungkook is going insane. 

"Faster." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, make yourself cum", you beg so sweetly Jungkook feels his stomach tighten.

"Baby", he growls and then grabs your hips harshly. He doesn’t hold back anymore. This is his time right now. This is his chance to be selfish, to use your sweet pussy as his way to get off and he is fucking living it. His thrusts are hash, deep and oh so fast. His grip is strong, his hot breath is swirling over your neck in quick pants and deep growls. The bed is squeaking and croaking, shaking so violently it forces the headboard to hit the wall in sync with his thrusts.

"Holy fuck, yes baby, yes", he grunts, voice deep in arousal, "say my name." 

"Jungkook, ah ah Jungkook", you are reduced to whimpering his name and pulsating around him. This feels so fucking good for you. 

"Yes", Jungkook growls with gritted teeth and begins faltering in his movements. 

"I'm gonna fucking explode, baby", he pants, thrusting way deeper than he does fast, "I'm actually gonna fucking explode."

"Do it, cum for me", you wail.

"___, baby", he croaks and then his hips still. While his hips are still, his cock is throbbing inside of you, shooting his creamy cum up your pussy and coating your every inch with it. He is growling deeply, sounding so not at all like your sweet boyfriend. Oh, how you are floating on the sensations. 

"Fu-uck", he chokes out and then collapses on the mattress. He squeaks and cradles you in his arms, pulling you against him, "baby, my baby", he whimpers, kissing your hair repeatedly, "my baby, my ___, my baby." 

"Kookie", you sigh, snuggling into him, "I feel so good." 

"Me too baby, me too. I feel so good", he whispers shakily, kissing your cheek over and over again. 

You giggle and squeeze his lower arm to your chest. Like this your cheek is resting on his hand. 

"Oh ___, my baby", Jungkook sighs and snuggles into you. He is relaxing, becoming softer and warmer, "how was this? Was I too rough?" 

"No, you were really hot", you assure him and giggle, "you normally aren’t like this." 

"I know, I don’t know what happened there. You just felt so good", he says and rocks back and forth, "you still do", he whimpers, squeezing your body.

"Oh? You’re still really hard", you whisper, curling your toes because his movements feel really nice. His cum makes the slip feel so much easier and warmer. 

"Yeah", he sighs and kisses your cheek until you turn your head and he can kiss your lips instead. Just for a little, just so his small movements feel even better. You break it with a sigh, looking into his eyes.

"I should go pee", you whisper. 

"Not yet baby, not yet", he lulls and cradles you safely, "one more baby, please."

"Okay", you answer him and then close your eyes, "one more."​

[shediot]

CYCLICISM (SERIES)

CHAPTER 2: Jungkook’s Return II

SUMMARY —> Jungkook makes a wildly unexpected reentrance into your life, and, despite the less than ideal past you two share, this time you’re bound and determined to keep him in it — and to keep history from repeating itself.

TAGS —> 90s/00s, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Flashbacks, Emotionally Constipated OC, Nicknamed OC, Jock OC, Jock Jungkook, OC has some physical attributes

WARNINGS —> Alcohol

WORD COUNT —> 6.5k

AO3

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Chin rested in the palm of your hand, you stare at the shelves of liquor behind the bar absentmindedly as the low, soulful sounds of R&B floats through the speakers.

“Um… Earth to Blue.”

You blink your way back to reality to find a small hand waving frantically in front of your face to grab your attention. You straighten yourself so you meet Park Jimin’s gaze, his light eyes fixed on you with concern. 

He purses his lip-glossed lips, clearly disapproving. “It’s weird for you to be so out of it.”

Clearing your throat, you straighten and take a swig of your water to wet your parched throat. “Right, I’m listening. You were saying?”

Jimin gives a roll of his eyes, making the burnt-orange, glittery eyeshadow sparkle in the low lighting of the bar. 

Joy splits a dark grin. “He wasn’t saying anything important. Just complaining about Dahyun for the nth time.”

“Not about her,” Jimin swiftly corrects. “She’s just been gone sooo long. I miss her.” He juts his glossed lips out into one of his signature cute pouts. The kind that could wrest anything he wanted from anyone. People tend to fall all over themselves to help him, when he looks at them like that. Jimin is just that good, that manipulative (and you say that in the most admiring of ways). Luckily for you, you’re immune to it.

So is Joy. “She’s been gone a week. You’re such an attention whore.”

Jimin levels Joy with a glare, and she breaks out into dark laughter. You smile at their familiar exchange, and while the two continue their typical light-hearted bickering, you turn to your side to face Namjoon, who is sitting next to you and regarding you with intense scrutiny.

It’s weird. “What?” you prod.

“You’re being oddly quiet.”

You shrug. “It’s been a weird day.”

Really weird. You’re sure adrenaline is still coursing through your veins after your dangerous slip today. A different kind of adrenaline races beside it whenever you think about the man who had inadvertently caused you to slip.

“Want to talk about it?” Namjoon asks, because of course he does.

You lift a brow.

He laughs. “Yeah, forget that. I’m here if you want to talk, though, you know.” He nudges you with his elbow: his small way of showing affection. 

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, babe,” you say, reaching over to pinch his cheek. 

He bats your hand away with soft laughter. 

After being your friend for eight years, Namjoon knows your tendencies more than well, and you know his. Odd as it is, you avoid verbal expressions of feelings. Namjoon avoids physical expressions of it. So the two of you try to meet in the middle. He sets aside his innate therapist-like tendencies where it comes to you (knowing it’s only a waste of time for the both of you, because you don’t budge), and you don’t press him for hugs. (Even if he’s a damn good hugger! Namjoon is a catch and a half).

Namjoon’s friendship is comfortable, easy. Stable and sure. Despite your significant and, quite frankly, vast differences and interests, the two of you have always gotten along well. 

You, Joy, Jimin and Namjoon were all housemates once. By chance, not choice: thrust into the same roommate housing just one week before you all went into freshman year of university.

It may have been chance and not choice that landed the four of you, strangers from different cities and different walks of life, together, but chance was ruled by lady luck you think, because you now love all three of them with a fervent passion. Now, eight years since the four of you met, and four years after graduation and leaving the house you had shared back then, you still stick together like stubborn glue. These three people comprise three out of four of your best friends, and the people you love most in the world. 

They’re your family. 

You’re especially grateful for the good luck that had placed Namjoon in the same house as you as freshmen. You’re not sure you’d have ever met him if not, and even if you had, if you two hadn’t been forced to live together for four years, you’re not sure you would have ever become friends. Namjoon’s  an intellectual; you’re an idiot. For him, working out is just something you do to be healthy. For you, it’s a lifestyle. Where he’s clumsy, you’re sharp, and vice versa.

Namjoon is very, very important to you — and so are Jimin and Joy, and so, even though you haven’t touched the drink in years, you still meet with them to go out with regularity. 

Yes, you avoid drinking now. You haven’t had a sip of the stuff since your college years, and you don’t plan on ever doing so again. Your inhibitions don’t even seem to exist once you get a few drinks in you, which had once been a good thing. A fun thing. The thing that made drinking fun. 

After making a few cosmically idiotic mistakes, though?

Keeping your wits about you is now of the utmost importance.

Plus, you still are a health nut. That’s the reason you give everyone, anyway, when you turn down offerings of alcohol and they inquire as to why: your health. It’s not a bad reason. Safe. Less private than the real one.

So, that leaves you here: in a bar, your glass of ice water sweating onto a coaster.

Namjoon isn’t much of a drinker either these days. He typically has a beer or two, at most three. Maybe he’ll knock back a shot or two of whiskey after a particularly rough day at the office.

Tonight, though, he nurses a half-drank lager, taking contemplative sips of it as silence drops over the both of you.

You want to tell everyone about Jungkook’s return, but… Everyone is going to be so weird about it. And you need a little extra normalcy right now, after the day you’ve had.

“How’s work?” you ask Namjoon, trying to drum up any sort of conversation to take your mind off him. “It must not be awful, considering you’re not downing Jim Beam right now.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head down at his drink. A slight smile pulls at his lips, causing his signature dimples to make an appearance. “Remember last week?”

“Of course I remember,” you answer. Namjoon had been so stressed out over a case. The legal aides had screwed it up royally, nearly losing the firm he was employed to a high profile client. “You’re not drowning in whiskey and you don’t look like you’re about to combust from anger. So… My guess is things panned out?”

“And thank God they did,” Namjoon says, clearly relieved. “No, not God. Thank Park Jihyo.” Visible fondness lampshades his expression. There’s practically hearts in his eyes, for God’s sake.

You smile. Jihyo’s another junior attorney in his firm, and he always lights up so brightly like this when he speaks about her. The respect he has for her is so omnipresent and notable.

It’s almost a thing of envy. 

“Jihyo saved the day,” you guess with a knowing smirk.

“Try my career.” He takes a drink, eyes drifting off to the side as if rethinking his wording. “Okay, I’m exaggerating, but honestly... We were this close to losing the client.” He holds his forefinger and thumb a centimeter apart for good measure. “And all Jihyo had to do was talk to them.”

“Smooth-talking her way out of trouble?” You grin like a Cheshire cat. “I haven’t even had the pleasure of meeting her, and yet I think I love her already.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. He doesn’t share your same mild rebelliousness — he’s a forward-thinker, but almost always a follower of rules. “I don’t know how she did it, but she must’ve charmed the hell out of them, or pulled a miracle out of nowhere, or…” He shrugs his shoulders helplessly. “They told my senior attorney they’d stay as a client, but only if Jihyo was on their cases with us from now on.”

“The bright side, though, is that you get to work with Jihyo even more.” A sly smile slides its way onto your face as you waggle a brow at Namjoon. “Always a plus.”

He gives you a thoroughly unamused look. “Quit that, Blue. She’s a coworker.”

“And?”

“And, you can’t date a coworker. That’d…” He holds his hands out, somewhat franfically, a blush rising to his cheeks. “It would just wreak havoc on the workplace.”

You bite your straw as you grin at him cheekily. He so has a crush on her. “Fine, don’t date her. Just fuck her.”

Namjoon inhales deeply, leaning forward on his elbows. Pinching the bridge of his nose with his finger, he says, “I am not you. I don’t go around fucking people willy-nilly, without a care for the repercussions.”

Your smile fades. Only slightly. Barely. Instead of letting his harmless quip bother you, though, especially since you know it wasn’t intentional (and it’s also, you know, true), you snipe back, “Maybe she could unlodge that stick from your ass.”

“Har har,” he says, drily. “You think you’re so funny.”

You beam. 

“Whatever. We’re talking too much about me,” he says in a poor attempt at deflection. “What about you?”

You shrug. “Nothing new on my end at work.”

“Okay, then outside of work?”

“Yeah, Blue,” chimes in Jimin. “What about outside of work?”

At that change in subject, both Joy and Jimin look at you expectantly. Both with curious, invested looks.

You snort. Namjoon shares a knowing look with you. How very like the two to zone out of your conversation when you and Namjoon converse about work, only to jump back in when even the prospect of personal lives are mentioned.

Especially when it pertains to the romantic. Or sexual. For Namjoon, typically the former, rare as it is. For you, more often than not, the latter. Far less rare.

Well…

Unbidden, your mind conjures up an image of a dark mop of thick, wavy hair - of toned muscles and a cut jaw and pretty, sparkling eyes and tattoos. Jeon Jungkook, standing down below you at the rock climbing, looking up at you with clear nervousness and shock.

This is probably as good a time as any to inform them about his return. 

It’s pretty obvious none of them had heard news of his return to town yet. If they had, they would have been all over it, ambushing you for details about his arrival. So you feel satisfied, knowing you have a piece of thrilling information you can dangle before your waiting friends, like raw meat in front of bloodhounds. 

Jimin, prescient mind reader that he is and always has been, gives you a look. “What are you hiding?” he asks. “Spill.”

“You’ll never guess who came back to town. Like, permanently.”

“Oh my God, Blue, don’t make us play a game. Just say it,” says Joy exasperatedly, on the edge of her seat, ever the impatient one.

“Ugh, fine,” you say. “It’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Remember him? The guy who—”

“What?” Joy hisses, eyes wide. “You’re not serious.”

Jimin grabs hold of your arm and shakes it in excitement. “Since when? Why were you just sitting on this information?”

Even Namjoon’s eyes are comically wide as he stares at you in silence, slowly digesting the nugget of information you’d just plopped before them.

“You said this is a permanent move back?” he asks, clearly skeptical. 

“Yup. He got a job at Hanseu.”

“That’s right down the street from my firm,” Namjoon notes, raising his brow.

“Right up the road from Blue’s clinic,” reminds Jimin, looking at you with vibrating interest. Wow. You didn’t even know that Jungkook would be employed so close to your own job. “Jesus Fuck, this is exciting. How did you even hear? Did he…” He leans forward, eyes growing wide, “…Call you?”

Ha. The idea of Jungkook calling you is laughable, really. The line between the two of you has been disconnected for years, and he doesn’t even have your cell number. He once had your pager number, and the landline to the house on 8th street, where you and Namjoon, Jimin and Joy had lived, but neither of those exist anymore.

Years have passed. Things have changed. Technology, addresses, numbers: more things have changed than just you and Jungkook moving from friends to not friends.

“He showed up at my rock climbing gym,” you inform your nosy best friends. “Shocked the crap out of me, but… We talked. And then I asked if he wanted to hike with me tomorrow morning, so…” You hold your arms out, sure the rest of the story is pretty self-evident. Then you perk up, before your friends can interject, and say, “If any of you want to hike with us, do feel free to join. 6:00 A.M at Sangsaeng.”

“The nice trail that goes up the mountains?” Joy asks.

“Yup. That’s the one.”

“Who else is going?” presses Jimin, but there’s a glint to his eye that tells you he isn’t asking this all innocently. 

Joy, Namjoon and Jimin all stare at you with varying but intense levels of interest.

“Um,” you say. “All I know is that this week my usual hiking buddies all had other entanglements. Jungkook didn’t let me know if he was coming or not, so it may just be me in the end.” You shrug, unbothered. Whether you hike alone or with friends, you’re happy. Though you’d rather be with people, when you’re surrounded by nature, you’re never truly alone.

“I’ll go,” says Namjoon nonchalantly. “It’s been a while since we went hiking. I’m sure the fresh air will do me some good, especially with how stressful work was for a while there.”

Joy and Jimin swap one of their pointed glances, before Joy nudges Namjoon with her elbow. Very noticeably. “Blue should definitely go with just Jungkook,” she says, enunciating her words very slowly in the most blatantly obvious way without just coming out and calling Namjoon what she so clearly wants to: an oblivious third wheel.

You roll your eyes, but it clearly takes a second for realization to visibly dawn on Namjoon, his pupils dilating and mouth opening in a subtle ‘o’ before he turns to you, swallowing, and says, all rushed, “Um. Yeah. Uh… Never mind. I actually have plans.”

Namjoon is so bad at lying. You certainly love to tease him for it. “Oh, yeah? What are these ‘plans’, Joonie?”

He narrows his eyes, unamused. “Go-karting.”

You blow out a laugh, sitting back in your seat. “Guys, c’moooon. I know you want to see him. I’m sure he’d love to see you all, too. It’s been years.”

“You know what I want?” says Joy. “For you and Jungkook to reconcile.”

None of your friends know the source of your fallout with Jungkook, nor the gritty details.

You can be a very… private person. 

You wave her concern off. “There’s nothing to reconcile,” you lie, smoothly. “I invited him to hike with me, didn’t I?”

Jimin gives you a crinkly-eyed smile. “And that will make an amazing date for just the two of you.”

“It’s not a date,” you reply, exasperated. “It’s hiking. Nothing sexy or romantic about it.”

“Maybe not for us normal people. But for gym bros like you and Jungkook? It’s the equivalent of dinner and a movie.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” You look at Namjoon helplessly. “Tell Jimin he’s ridiculous.”

Namjoon holds his hands up. “Hey, what do I know? Jimin’s the relationship expert here.”

“Dude.” You sigh. Namjoon may be right — Jimin is a certified casanova, and Namjoon is an awkward, inexperienced cornball. Still. “That’s like calling working on a case with Jihyo a date.”

“Not equivalent,” Namjoon rebuts. “You guys aren’t working together. You’ll be choosing to be together, alone...”

“...With the romantic sunrise shining on you,” adds Jimin with a wink.

“Alone,” Joy reiterates. “So alone, in fact, that the two of you could fuck up on that cliff.”

Jimin bursts into laughter, Namjoon winces at Joy’s crassness, and you grimace, wrinkling your nose in discomfort.

“Sounds incredibly uncomfortable,” you toss back as you rise to your feet. You grab a ten out of your bag and place it on the wooden bar for the bartender. “Much like this conversation, actually. It’s late, I’m heading home. Anyone need a ride?”

You glance pointedly at the two drunkards in your group. You know Namjoon won’t need one, at least.

“Nope,” says Joy, reaching an arm over the table and patting Namjoon’s forearm. “We’ve got this guy. You go home and sleep well for your date.”

“Not a date.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just go so you don’t have nasty undereye bags tomorrow. Jungkook won’t want to fuck you if you do.”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean forward to grace each of their cheeks with a quick kiss, and then you head out.

——

An indelible thread of dread settles just beneath your skin, spreading through the pores of your epidermis and seeping down through your dermis before settling like sediment in the riverbed of your subcutaneous tissue.

Jungkook’s not coming.

Of course he’s not coming. One thing that had surprised you about Jungkook when you’d first met him all those years ago was how polite and well-mannered he was — especially since he was a frat boy in the making at the time. Frat boys have never been notorious for being sweet.

Jungkook was different, though. 

Regardless, the same innate kindness and politeness that made Jungkook stick out to you back then, many notches above the rest, is also the kind of kindness that erects a thick and sturdy wall between you. He’s too nice to turn anyone down upfront. So, it makes sense that him not giving you a firm no about hiking with you today is more because of polite obligation. Not because there was any part of him that genuinely wanted to reconnect. 

A chasm of space, only made larger with time, had opened up between you long ago, and you never thought you’d be able to cross it to the other side.

But seeing Jungkook willing to talk to you yesterday… It had made you hope.

Hope is a dangerous thing.

It’s fifteen minutes past the time you’d asked Jungkook to arrive. And, as the sun begins to peek over the lush emerald leaves on the trees, you decide to abandon that small sliver of hope you’d held that Jungkook would show up.

But, to be fair to Jungkook, it’s your fault. The way things had ended four years ago, the radio silence in the time since his departure… 

You hadn’t been all that great of a friend to Jungkook, toward the end.

Even so. You’d, idiotically, held out hope. As if you haven’t already learned in multiple, shitty ways that hoping for something regarding Jungkook only results in everything going belly up.

You rise to your feet from the rock you’d been seated on for the past twenty minutes, stretching and relishing in the needed pop of your bones. You grab your backpack, hauling it onto your shoulders, and begin to head up the trail, toward the cliff. (The cliff that, coincidentally, was the one Joy had been referring to when she’d so classily claimed you and Jungkook could fuck on it).

“Wait! Blue, hold up!”

Freezing where you stand for just a brief millisecond, you quickly slough off the iciness enough to turn. His familiar tone rattles your thought, and even more rattling is the sight you find:

Jungkook, hopping off a bike, almost getting the laces of his shoes tangled up in its spokes. Stumbling, he shakes the spoke off his shoelace and drops the bike unceremoniously to the ground, right next to your Jeep.

You stand, unmoving and unspeaking, as Jungkook then jogs up the path to you. The closer he comes, the more you can see the sheen of sweat coating his golden skin, dripping down the hollow of his throat and landing on his protruded and pretty collarbone.

While you’re still gawking at the sight he makes, he reaches you. 

He bends over, hands on his knees, puffing out breaths and gasping for air. “So sorry I’m late,” he says, before straightening and reaching behind himself to his backpack, grabbing for the water bottle in the side pocket. And then he takes a long, desperate swig. When he finishes he puts the water away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you an unsure, lopsided grin. 

Your unusual silence probably only makes him feel worse. You feel startled back to earth, so overwhelmed with everything that is Jungkook and the fact that he’s come at all that you feel like you have to drag the words out of you. “Oh, it’s no big deal,” you lie. “… Why the bike, though?”

While, yes, you and Jungkook both are pretty notorious jocks, this town is pretty sprawled out and this hiking spot is a good few miles from the rest of human civilization, so willingly biking here just to then go on a long hike on a steep incline is kind of…. insane. Even for athletes.

Maybe Jungkook’s always been a little weird, but not insane.

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I, uh, kinda have to use a rent-a-bike to get around until I have some time to get a car. I definitely underestimated how long it would take me to get here. I left an hour ago…”

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

You berate your heart. Dumb bitch. 

You shake off that weird shit. “An hour? From where?”

“The Rivet,” he says, referring to a hotel downtown.

“You biked. From the Rivet.” Your brows furl. “Okay, first of all, you should have asked me for a ride. Second of all, why are you staying at a hotel? Why don’t you have an apartment? Or what about crashing with Chan at his apartment?”

He shakes his head. “Chan isn’t in town right now, and he didn’t know I was coming.”

Chan didn’t know?

That’s… weird. Really weird.

You may not have spoken to Jungkook in the past four years and may have only seen Chan an occasional few times while out and about, but, as far as you know, they’re still closely knit best friends. 

Did distance tear them apart, too?

Now you’re even more confused about Jungkook’s sudden return. He had claimed it was for a job, but you’d assumed it was more likely he sought a job here because of Chan and maybe his other college friends, the few that remain. Or maybe he wanted to be only a couple hours from his parents’ place again, instead of half a day away.

Confusing! Why is he here? Why did he come to this town, specifically? What is here that he can’t get anywhere else?

It’s not like this town is an undesirable place, though.

The suburbs are lined with perfectly manicured houses sitting on perfectly manicured lawns owned by equally perfectly manicured men and women. Downtown is taken up by the businesses, with the college campus spread throughout it, and all the apartments that house both college students and the condos for the wealthy people. Dotted throughout on the edges of the suburbs and beyond are all the winding, tree-littered hills and other natural bits of lands. The cliffs and waterfalls and trails that you’d originally came to this city for.

Still. For some reason, you feel like Jungkook doesn’t belong here. Even if he looks as natural on this trail as he had years ago. You’ve never been able to articulate why you think so.

“Do you have sunscreen?” he asks, jolting you back to the here and now.

“Do I have sunscreen?” you echo in disbelief. Who does he think you are? “Of course I do.” You turn around, so your backpack is facing him. “Third pocket. Open the zipper. Take your pick.”

You hear him unzipping it, feel him searching around for a bottle.

“Jesus, Blue, is it necessary to carry this many? Which one do you want me to use?”

“Never enough sunscreen,” you tell him chirpily. “Especially for occasions like this. Use whichever. Sana and Namjoon always forget it, so it’s nice to have extra on hand. Kinda surprised you of all people forgot, though.”

He sighs, pulling out his preferred choice, and you turn in time to see him slathering himself up with it.

“Remember the job I told you about yesterday?”

“At Hanseu?”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t supposed to transfer here until a month from now,” he explains. “But the company called me up, and told me they needed me to start as soon as possible, so last week I packed up what little I could and hopped on the first flight out. So, yeah. I’m a little out of sorts. I don’t have everything I need. Don’t have a way to really get around yet. And I’m stuck in an overly-priced cramped hotel.”

“Hence, the bike riding,” you say, gesturing to the fallen bike.

He looks back at the bike and grimaces. “Yeah, hence the bike.”

“Damn,” you say in sympathy, attempting (and failing) to not ogle Jungkook as he spreads the sunscreen across his toned arms, neck, face, legs. “Shouldn’t you have flown back this weekend?” you ask, your voice slightly high. “So you can pack and stuff?”

“Yeah, well.” He finishes lotioning up and motions for you to turn around. You do. “I had plans.”

“Plans?”

“Hiking,” he says simply, and you suddenly find yourself relieved that he’d turned you around to put the sunscreen back into your backpack, because otherwise he might have bared witness first to the startled look on your face, and then the slightly dopey smile that followed it.

“We could have rescheduled. I hike every Saturday morning,” you say, deceptively airy as your stomach does a flip.

Damn Jungkook’s ability to do that to you. Whether unwittingly or wittingly.

“Didn’t know how long the offer was good for,” he replies, and if you aren’t mistaken you detect... a note of bitterness in his tone. 

Smile wiped from your face, you slowly turn to face him to find him closer than before. Far too close for your addled mind.

His dark eyes search your face, his expression falling at what he finds. “I don’t want…” He sighs, tussles his hair with one of his pretty hands as if it’ll shake the words he wants to say out. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says. “Or make you regret this. I don’t want to make you regret reaching out to me, you know.”

Your stomach sinks unpleasantly. You hate this. This sullenness. Damp in the air, wet and sticky. 

You decide you immediately want to wipe it all away. 

So you muster up what feels like a pitiful smile, but in all your years as you, you know you are a master of falsification: your smile looks as genuine as can be, bright and friendly. “Really, Jeon. There’s no need to think that. If I didn’t want to hang out, I would have ducked for cover when I saw you. Made up an excuse to leave or something. I wouldn’t have invited you out if I didn’t want to.”

It seems it works, somewhat, for Jungkook puffs out a laugh, a slight light in his eye. “I doubt that, Blue. You could withstand hanging out with Mussolini if you really needed to.”

You blanch, a laugh bubbling up your throat. “Um, good thing I don’t need to do that?”

But Jungkook is never as good as you are as moving past things. You still note a weight of less-than-pleasantness on his shoulders. But his smile is soft. 

“Blue,” he says, just as soft.

You swallow. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You return his smile, but turn to face toward the trail, and as he falls into step beside you, you realize —

You’re glad Jungkook is back. And you’re going to do everything in your power to prevent him from leaving again.

Even if it hurts.

***********

8 years ago, Summer 1994.

It feels odd.

Adulthood.

True adulthood. 

Freedom, unimpeded.

It feels weird and unusual and novel, having the freedom to come here. To this town. This town, with all its beauty, with all its sprawling, rolling hills littered with deep green evergreens. All its wide ravines with crisp and deep blue water splitting them, cliffs etched into the side of small mountains that afford one a view of such sights. All the waterfalls galore, all the large lakes for swimming and boating and more —

A place like this is perfect for a woman like you. A woman with a love for natural phenomena and exercise.

And you’re not just here to visit.

For the next four years, this town will be your home. You've chosen the university you will be attending because of the views. And now these views are basically your backyard. 

It doesn’t feel like you're running from your past — only that you’re running to this beautiful new beginning.

You’ve only been here a few days, haven’t even started your college freshman year yet, and yet, you’re already falling in love with this place. And as you park your Jeep down at the bottom of Sangsaeng along with the other cars, possibly the other members of the hiking group you’re here to join, you only find yourself instantly more and more sure of your decision to come to this town..

And, gosh, these views are so pretty. The flora is such a startling emerald and the waters a pretty, deep—

“Blue?”

At first, the moniker doesn’t register, as it sounds more like a natural continuation of your admiring thoughts, so you simply keep walking, ready to meet with the rest of your university's hiking group. The other members mill about up ahead, and you’re determined to meet with them.

But then a boy moves into your field of vision.

You blink at him.

He jogs backwards, with a soft, unsure grin. It’s impossible to not immediately take notice of the toned musculature of his body and the way it contrasts with the soft roundness of his facial features. Round in a youthful way that doesn’t match with the rest of him, paired with eyes a thick, warm brown.

You raise a brow, never one to turn down a chance at conversation. Especially with someone who’s cute. Very cute.

“What’s good?”

“Blue,” he says again, as if insistent . “It is you!” His eyes seem to sparkle at this information.

“Why are you calling me that?” you ask with an arched brow. “Have we met?”

Disappointment passes over his features, and he frowns. “Were you really that drunk? You don’t remember?”

Your mouth opens in an ‘o’. Suddenly he does seem very familiar, if you switch out the t-shirt and compression shorts under the pair of loose gym shorts and sneakers for a black hoodie and blacker joggers, if you imagine his hair slicked back instead of damp and hanging in loose curls as they do now.

“You were at that party last night,” you deduce. “You look a little different, but I remember you.”

It was a fun party. Your first college party. You and your roommate, Joy, whom you had met that same day, had made the mutual decision to go, both new to town and eager to meet new people.

You’re glad you went. You’d had a lot of fun and met a good dozen new friends. 

He shrugs. “I’m not really one for dressing up. This is more my element anyway.”

“I mean, me either. Jeon Jungkook, right?”

Jeon Jungkook was definitely your favorite ‘new friend’ from the party. He’d put up with you for a long while (more than you expected him to, honestly) and had been a lot of fun.

Jungkook’s grin grows impossibly wide. He has a pretty smile that takes over his whole face, making him appear so… cute. He’s cute! Like a puppy. “I’m surprised you remember my name.” He pauses, does a once-over of you before meeting your eye. “You never did give me yours, though.”

“Oh, you’re right, I didn’t.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the little game you and Joy had decided to play last night.

The mission: don’t give out your real names.

Not for any reason other than it seemed like it would be fun. Joy had proposed the idea because she wanted to ‘mess with people’ and you’d readily accepted because why not? She had actually picked Joy as her stand-in name herself. She’d explained her decision to you; her parents had always called her their little bundle of joy. 

Honestly, the name had stuck. You even think about her by the nickname at this point.

And you? Well, you hadn’t chosen any name to give out in place of your real one. You hadn’t been able to figure out one that suited you (it’s not like you had any cute nicknames given by your parents), but what’s in a name, anyway? You only need something to call you by. And most people didn’t really care, to your knowledge. Which is very, very fuzzy knowledge. You may or may not have blacked out later in the night, leaving most of your memories to be very scant flashes.

You do remember Jungkook’s smile, though.

Well. Whatever. You wonder where this ‘Blue’ came from — maybe from Joy sometime later in the night, maybe someone else.

Maybe from this boy before you.

You’re curious about its origins.

“Well?” he asks, slightly impatient. “What is it?”

You pantomime your lips being zipped shut. “A secret. Honestly, I’m more concerned about why you’re calling me Blue.”

He lifts a brow, eyes scanning over you. Tongue prodding his cheek, he asks, “Isn’t it obvious?”

You look down at yourself, sport various shades of blue, but you paired it with black and gray, this time! And yesterday night, you hadn’t really unpacked anything yet, so you had just grabbed the clothes that were on top of your carry-on. It may not have been attire suited for a party, but no one seemed to care. Except Joy, who had declared your athleisure wear an affront to mankind.

You laugh. “Oh, yeah. I swear I don’t do it on purpose. I just don’t really like shopping, so I always grab the first thing off the rack that catches my eye. And it’s usually blue.”

“Hey, I don’t mind. You just wouldn’t tell me your name, so I had to come up with something. ‘Hey you, pretty girl in blue’ is just a mouthful.”

“So, Blue.” You turn it over on your tongue, skirting past his compliment deftly. “Aptly named, I think. I like it. Think I’ll keep it.”

He laughs in surprise, and you admire the way his eyes crinkle when he does. “Keep it?”

You nod, not expounding on your thought process. He doesn’t need to know the reasoning behind why you do what you do. No one does.

You’re determined to segue the conversation past the topic of names. So, you start walking forward again and ask, “I take it you like to hike, too?”

Jungkook blinks, gripping the handles of backpack tight, but he turns so he faces the same direction you do and falls into synchronized step beside you. “I like anything that keeps me active. I do love hiking specifically, though.” He looks around the both of you, taking in the view as you encroach on your, apparently, shared hiking group. “It’s just so...”

“Breathtaking.”

He smiles back at you. “Yeah, exactly that. What about you?”

“Same here,” you say. “I like to keep moving, whatever that entails. Hiking’s good for that.”

“Do you like to work out?”

“Uh, duh,” you say. “If I could work out for a living, I would.”

He looks at you like you’re insane . “I mean, I like working out, but… would you really do that for a living? Like, make a career out of it?”

You shrug. “I mean, I don’t know. I’m considering doing something like that for a living. Not become a pro athlete or anything, but maybe a P.E teacher, personal trainer, something. I’m definitely not suited for an office job, so.” You shrug. It’s weird for you to think so deeply about the future. Your main goals the past decade have been to get the hell out of your hometown, and get into college. You’ve done both those things. But where will you go from here? What’s your new goal? You won’t profess to have a clue. “I’ll see where life takes me.”

“Oh.” Jungkook seems to chew over that for a moment. “Are you a health sciences major?”

You nod. “You?”

“Honestly, I don’t know yet. I’m undecided.”

Interesting. As blasé as you are about the future, at least you have a major. 

You don’t have the time to respond to that revelation, though, because you and Jungkook reach the rest of the hiking group, and a woman comes to you, the epitome of bubbly. “Are you two here to join the hiking club?”

“Yup!” you reply, equally as chirpily. “Where do we sign up?”

She extends the clipboard that was previously attached to her hip. “Sign your name and what year you are here,” she says, pointing to each spot, as if you’d get lost in your search for an empty spot to place your name.

She hands the clipboard to you first, and you write ‘Freshman’ in the year column, but stare for a few seconds too long before impulse takes over and you write a word down in the space next to it.

You hand the clipboard to Jungkook.

You watch as his eyes widen, a slow grin spreading across his face as he writes down his information below yours.

He hands the clipboard to the club manager and she does a quick glance over it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Jungkook and Blue,” she says. Jungkook’s eyes bore into the side of your head. “I’m Seeun. Why don’t you both come over to the rest of the group so we can discuss rules and make sure you both have everything you need?”

Gesturing you forward, she turns and walks away.

Slowly, you and Jungkook match each other’s steps as you follow behind her, and he breaks the short silence. 

“You’re really going with Blue?”

You nudge him with your elbow and mirror his smile, but amplify. “I told you I liked it.”

He puffs out a laugh, shaking his head, but says nothing else.

Satisfied, you face forward and join the rest of the group — with Jungkook by your side. And though you hardly know him, you think you want to keep him by your side. 

[joonsytip]

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You never imagined yourself to be coaching in a music academy. Not when your boss was Min Yoongi because maybe or not you both had a past. You just had to be professional and get a paycheck by the end of month. Simple, wasn't it. But it turned out to be actually far from that when-

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Just as you were getting used to your new life, he comes back in the most unexpected way. Or maybe he never left?

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On the first day of university, you were surprised to feel a new sensation in your heart. A sensation you knew, you'd feel when your soulmate was on radar.

But all the feelings went to drain when the moment you met him was the moment he rejected you, quoting he believed everything about soulmates was a hoax.

What happens when you meet him in numbers more than you could count on fingers and with each meeting you discover Jungkook totally is what you expect and also not expect him to be.....

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Class Act (M)

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always. this is a repost.

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

[springfavor]

bts fic recs: hyung line

welcome to my promised fic rec collection for the hyung line!! their list isn’t as long since i hadn’t managed to read that much in the last month.

this list includes one shots, series + the hyung line

most of them have smut ;)

fic recs masterlist

JIN

stuck with you (smut, angst, christmas, s2l)

@taleasnewastime — one shot

serve me (smut, fluff, angst, forbidden romance!au, rich kid!au, age gap)

@chateautae — one shot

mold a pretty lie (smut, college!au, toxic relationship, professor!jin)

@blog-name-idk — ongoing series

YOONGI

monachopsis (smut, angst, fluff, tattoo artist!yoongi)

@personasintro — ongoing mini series

look down on me like that (smut, e2l, slow burn, coworkers!au)

@here2bbtstrash — ongoing series

hard liquor (smut, boss!yoongi, business!au, age gap)

@chateautae — one shot

heart haunting (smut, ANGST!!, boyfriend!yoongi, ex!jin)

@jamaisjoons — one shot

dating advice (smut, fluff, angst)

@taleasnewastime — completed series

late night telephone (angst, established relationship!au, boyfriend!jin)

@hobisonlyhope — one shot

HOBI

suncity (angst, fluff, smut, s2l, vacation!au)

@jamaisjoons — one shot

party on you (smut, fluff, idol!hobi, f2l)

@here2bbtstrash — one shot

heaven sent (fluff, smut, angst, roommate!au, bff2l)

@aquagustd — one shot

all in (smut, angst, massage!au, s2l)

@dreamescapeswriting — one shot

NAMJOON

class act (fluff, smut, college!au, jock!namjoon)

@jvngkook97 — one shot

park and ride (smut, car sex, fuck buddies, idol!namjoon)

@here2bbtstrash — one shot

forever bound (smut, angst, fluff, public sex, infidelity)

@jamaisjoons — ongoing series

happy reading!! :)

[btsrunmylife]

Invisible String - MYG smau

summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.

pairing(s): yoongi x f!reader, jimin x namjoon, brief yoongi x f!reader x hwasa, side-pairing of MiniMoni

genre: SMAU, smut, angst, fluff, romance, comedy, college au, social outcasts, s2f2l.

rating: Explicit 🔞

warnings: Talk of a sexual nature, scenes that are sexually explicit, drug (marijuana) and alcohol use. Themes of racism/ignorance (nothing violent or damaging), coercion, drugging and rape (all of which are only talked about, not depicted, and none is performed by or involves any of the guys). It’s also strongly suggested in chapter 4 that the reader is not “passably” Asian by a white man’s standards. I try not to force readers into one race/religion/etc. to be more inclusive. However, I could not escape this one for plot purposes. The main character is also bisexual, which leads to a threesome at one point. I’m trying new things with this smau, so I know it won’t be for everyone, but it’s one I’ve been itching to write for a while. Ahem, and because my beta reader/bestie, @yoongiofmine​, had such a strong reaction, I feel the need to warn everyone…Yoongi is cocky in this one 😇

❗️photos used in this story are not mine❗️

status: completed ✅

permanent tag list (open):  @yoongiofmine​​ @xianav​​ @lilacdreams-00​​ @emmmui​​ @vantxx95​​ @cursedblood707​​​ @hqtetsurou​​ @geauxlsu79 @lyra0cassiopeia @halesandy​​ @lunaoceanchild @annoyingtimemachinee​​ @babycoffeefire​​ @darlinggod-sweetvillain​ @yu-justme​ @rageyoudamnednerd​​ @bubblytaetae​ @aurel1ia @valhallawhispers​​ @somelazysundays​ @cuteipat​ @dahliasbouqet @funkylittlebisexuall @wrmnssoul @saweetspoiled @infatuatedghost @black-rose-29​ @hopeoncrackkk

series taglist (CLOSED): @feral-daisy @pamzn @jeonsy98 @secretlycrazyhummingbird @nabiolive @atinymonbebestay @tarahardcore @mintsugarmy @xxxanimangxxx @joyfullyobsessed

Teaser

Key: 

📝 = written chapter

📝📱 = partially written chapter with texts

Social Profiles

Besties

Jocks

Bleacher Warmers

Chapters

1. Caught   📝📱

2. In Love~

3. He’s hot 🥵

4. Little Secret  📝📱

5. Distracted

6. Hoop There it Is  📝

7. Uncharted Territory 📝📱

8. Confessions

9. Ghost Stories 📝📱

10. Be My Guest 📝

11. Reasons

12. That Kind of Show 📝

13. Never Trust a Man

14. Panic Button 📝

15. Not My Girl

16. Aversion 📝📱

17. PSA

18. Run 📝📱

19. Follow Him

20. Black Truck

21. Home 📝

22. Hands

23. Importance of Basketball 📝

24. Rally

25. High For This 📝

26. High School Science Paper

27. Aliens

28. The Truth 📝📱

29.  1+1 = 4 📝

The end.

[chimchimmarie]

OUT OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Part One)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: College Au, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 1500+

Summary: It’s your sophomore year in college. You and Jimin have been friends for a while and it’s all good, until jimin realizes he wants out of the friend zone.

AN: I’m still coping with Jimin’s enlistment and writing about him somehow gives me warmth. This is my first attempt at writing a series and I just had this idea and went along with it. I don’t know how often I’m going to be able to update but I’ll try my best. I’m not a professional, so I’m sorry for any errors. I listened to “Serendipity” by Jimin while writing this.

Jimin has been sending daggers at you as he sits by himself on a bench a few yards away from where you and a bunch of other students in your class have been hanging out. He eyes you like a hawk as you laugh at whatever the tall guy has said, You've been so absorbed at him as he rambles in what seems like forever.

His name is Namjoon. He’s a senior. He seems like the typical jock with his buffed physique and sleek stylish brown hair. He looked the part so well as he gestures with his hands, unconsciously flexing his toned arms. The white t-shirt he has on doesn't make him look anything less than ordinary but only highlights his frame even more, making him stand out.

He looked cool and way taller than Jimin. And he hated that, it brought out insecurities he never knew he had. He doesn't know him well but from the looks of it, you do. With how you look so invested in your conversations with him, he's starting to think you might be into him or something.

You and Jimin have known each other since freshman year. You’re now well into the 10th week of sophomore year and your friendship is still going strong. Yet he doesn't understand why he now suddenly feels off. You're not his girlfriend or anything but why does it feel like he wants to throw a punch and pick a fight with this Namjoon guy, or any other guy, really.

The other week in the coffee house, he also had the same nagging feeling when the barista tried to flirt with you and gave you a fix of your usual order on the house. Jimin felt horrible as he interfered and whisked you away before the guy could even ask for your number.

A few weeks ago in the library, he was so hyper aware of the bunch of freshmen guys following you with their gaze as you move from one section to another. He felt uncomfortable knowing other guys ogle you from a far. More so that you don't even realize the sets of eyes that hover on you.

Jimin hasn't quite thought about it, but this cocktail of emotions you've been putting him through is taking a toll on him. When you're hanging out together, he feels like he’s on cloud nine but dreads the short amount of time you can be together. When you're not around, you're all he could think of. Sending you messages or chatting and calling you on the phone just couldn't cut it. He needs to see you, hear you, touch you. He marvels at how you've gotten him wrapped around your fingers. He wonders if you feel the same way, too.

“If looks could kill, they’d be burying Namjoon by now.”

A deep voice interrupts his overthinking. Jimin whips his head on his right to see his best friend looking straight at you and Namjoon, while sipping his coffee.

“Shut up, Taehyung.” Jimin leans back on the bench seemingly defeated and quite unlike his normal self.

“What? I’m just saying… You know, if you could just go up to y/n and tell her how you feel, you won’t have to sit here in the cold, trying to murder a guy by staring at him for thirty five minutes.” Taehyung quips in a matter-of-fact tone.

Jimin let’s out a huge sigh, as he watches while Namjoon offers you a candy bar from his backpack.

“I’m not sure she sees me like that. She may have already put me in the friend zone. I don’t know.”

“Well, you really won’t know unless you try and do something about it. And who cares if you are in the friend zone? it’s never too late to get out of it, Just so you know.”

Jimin considers this for a moment, and it really got him to thinking, Why hasn’t he really made a move yet? What’s really keeping him from pursuing you? You’re both single and it’s evident that you get along well. You two have this incredible connection. He feels it. He knows all your endearing quirks and pet peeves. He knows what makes you tick, just as he knows what picks you up and what makes you happy. And he’s inclined to believe that you know all these things about him, too. So what’s really holding him back?

He bursts his own bubble when reality hits him. There’s only the risk of losing the friendship you’ve built together, and his biggest nightmare—losing you. He doesn’t think he’s brave enough to do something now in haste and risk everything on the line, only to lose you in the end. It’s not worth it, he thinks.

But Taehyung has a point. He’ll never know unless he tries. What if he misses his chance with hesitating too much, and never gets another? What would he do then? He’d still lose you eitherway. It would be worse to lose you to another guy. He can’t imagine himself living in countless “what if’s”. He reasons with himself. He’s not going to be that guy who would just stand idly by. He has to try.

Being in the friend zone sucks now that he’s crazy about you. But if he really wants you to see him as more than just a guy friend, he has to give you a reason to. He has to let you know. And this feeling he’s been bottling up since day one isn’t going anywhere. He knows it’s only going to grow stronger the more he lets it hole up inside. Maybe it’s about time he did something about it.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m confessing. I’m confessing tonight.” Jimin looks Taehyung straight in the eyes with a new found sense of purpose.

“It’s about damn time, my friend!” Taehyung looks proud.

Later that day, your group met up at Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment for movie night. The whole gang is in attendance. Hobi and Jin arrived with a bunch of chips and popcorn. You and Jungkook took care of the drinks, while Yoongi brought his girlfriend, Yuri. And you’re just glad there’s another female you can bond within the group.

The guys are good company, but if you’re being honest, sometimes you just need a breather from the numerous testosterone-fueled banters that happen when you’re with them. This is also part of the reason why you’ve been pushing the guys to date already so you could have more girls on your side.

“Seriously guys, when are you going to bring more girls here for movie night? Yuri and I need some reinforcements, you know.”

“Facts.” Yuri seconds.

All eyes turn to you, as you mumble through a handful of popcorn on your favorite spot on Jimin’s couch.

Taehyung, who was seating beside you, grabs the bowl from your lap making you whine.

“First of all, maybe we can consider bringing more girls or guys to movie night when you learn to share the popcorn, y/n. And second of all, this apartment can barely hold this bunch and you want to add more people in here?”

You give Taehyung your deadliest side eye but let him have the bowl.

“I’m just saying, it’s about time you guys… you know, get out there… find someone. I really want to do a slumber party with your future girlfriends.”

“Find someone, huh. Speak for yourself. Miss forever single.” Jungkook scoffs at you.

“Yeah y/n, if you’re so big on pushing us to date, why aren’t you dating, too?” Hobi chimes in.

“Yeah, y/n, why aren’t you?” Taehyung shoots Jimin a taunting grin.

He was standing behind the counter preparing more chips yet actively listening to the conversation.

“Well, I’ve… kind of.. already been working on that.” Your voice came out unsure.

Jimin drops the chips and quickly looks at you in surprise.

“WHAT?!” Taehyung almost gave himself whiplash from how quickly he turned his head towards you.

“What do you mean ‘what’? I met someone. He’s a senior, and he plays for the lacrosse team.”

“No, No, No. This can’t be good. Jimin! Jimin!” Taehyung is frantic.

“What is up with you, Tae? I know you have this eccentric vibe going on, but this is starting to creep me out!” You cry out, feeling a little bit affronted.

“You can’t be meeting someone already! Not yet! Jimin!! Get your ass out here!”

Taehyung calls on his best friend again. But Jimin’s feet are planted cold on the kitchen floor. The shock quickly turns to panic and he forgets to breathe.

This is it, he thinks. He’s been too complacent. He feels stupid and he hates himself for not trying. He waited too long and now he’s about to lose his chance. He’s about to lose you.

This is it, he tells himself. He’s losing you. To that cool, tall, handsome, jock. He’s losing you to Kim Namjoon. Insecurity floods him and he doesn’t know how not to drown in it.

He questions himself. Why now? When he’s already made up his mind in confessing tonight. Why does it have to be now? When he’s worked so hard to confront his demons and fight off all the insecurities that’s been trying to put him down and holding him back.

All he’s been wanting is you.

All he’s been needing is one chance. One chance for you to see him as a man. One chance to let him out of the friend zone. But is it too late for that now?

Read Part Two!