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#slvt diary entry 🎀༄.°⊹˙
pixieknj · 1 month
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strawberry kisses 🍓⊹。ෆ | JJK (18+)
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♡chapters: one / two / three / four / drabble♡
​⊹🍓series ❤︎ ˚ ༘ ⋆
❥pairing: badboy!jungkook X virgin!reader // black!reader
❥genre: acquaint. to lovers AU, university AU, angst, drama, smut
❥summary: Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…
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❥!!warnings!!: very descriptive virgin talk, reader is a ‘pure’ virgin [hymen], ‘virginity’, ‘v-card’, being scared about sex, eventual slight yandere jungkook, allusions to unsafe decisions and past toxic relationships [PLEASE ADHERE❣️]
❥other warnings: oral fem receiving, fingering, heavy petting, exhibitionism, sex sex sex on reader’s mind 24/7, plotting, princess nickname, fuckboy AND badboy jungkook⭐️, stoner jungkook, weed, alcohol, jungkook’s an undercover munch okay, and some shit he says and thinks is very vulgar, light choking, brown coochie desc [cause yeah tee hee], ‘strawberry’ used a lot, first time experiences, grunge/2000s vibe for their appearances and setting, grunge hottie with a y2k babe🎀
❥word count: 10.8k
-inspo: gif from btsjkgifs on tweet
-jungkook’s weed playlist: so high- dc | party girls- jeremih ft ludacris remix | into it, swim- chase atlantic | in for it remix
-author’s note: I finally got an actual virgin fic started cause I feel like phony virgins or determined virgins don’t get much show time in fics. Usually they’re shy and innocent, but I wanted insert to be that AND very set on what she wanted. I think it’s more realistic this way with how I wanted Jungkook’s character to compliment hers. Plus, I already did a corruption style type for Angel.
I hope you enjoy this and look forward to the next part! I can’t wait to finish 💗
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Jungkook was not the best influence on you.
In just a few months, you skipped more classes than you ever had in your academic life, started going to parties, dabbled in a harmless drug, and got stuck with a needle and ink for your first tattoo that signified this phase.
The stick-n-poke Jungkook did on your thigh wasn’t going to last forever—just as you suspected the friendship. It was lined perfectly though, as he was secretly artistic and a perfectionist.
It felt intimate, since you’d done one on him as well. A spider with a jagged abdomen and seven legs was hidden amongst his growing tattoo sleeve... He didn’t get it. Why you chose a sneaky arachnid as the symbol you saw fit for him, you mean. But he laughed and taunted you about your childish drawing skills, admiring your focused face as you carefully poked across his skin that night by the lake.
In your mind, Jungkook was the spider in your tame and boring life when the friendship started. Dangerous and cunning. You, the curious butterfly—like the ink on your thigh—that got too close to his web. All the hang outs and late nights were him spinning you in silk, around and around until he finally had you stuck and unmoving. He wouldn’t strike unless you moved first to get away.
Then he’d take what he wanted.
And you’d let him.
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The sexual tension between you and Jeon Jungkook was too high to ignore it.
But what did anyone expect to come from a blossoming friendship between a ran-through fuckboy with an attitude problem and a phony virgin.
There were lots of lingering touches and kisses and heavy petting to the point that was all you could think about instead of college work. You were more worried about having Jungkook balls-deep inside you rather than your next exam, experimenting on smoking weed or hitting his vape pen with him until morning.
Despite how fucked up he is, he’d been hooked on your mind since the day you met him. He was the one in all black with the tattoo sleeve, the piercings on his face, and a dark gaze that told you he wanted to do really bad shit to you.
Yeah. That guy.
Notorious badboy who lives faithfully by an “I don’t eat pussy” motto that doesn’t deter him from fucking anyone because he’s just that damn delicious to look at. He likes to get his dick wet with no strings attached and no promised special treatment in return.
Maybe it’s a bit misogynistic that he’ll gladly receive head and won’t give it, but he started lining up too specifically with your sexual desires, so you stayed around.
See, Jungkook keeps to himself. He’s a hit-it-and-quit-it, but his hookups are only known because they brag about how big and good of a fuck he is. Surely, he’d just give you the dick and leave. He wouldn’t boast about gaining another body nor would he name drop. Your not-so-innocent deed would remain a secret.
You’ve kissed quite a few guys up until junior year, some nerds that weren’t too shy to stick their tongue down your throat in the back of the campus library, but no one’s gotten far. Hell, Jungkook hasn’t gotten that far himself. Fondling you through your bra is nothing compared to the many girls he’s banged into oblivion.
Nonetheless, the asshole respects your boundaries. He can get real sex whenever he wants. You’re just a fun filler in-between his other hookups, a girl playing hard to get. He enjoys kissing on the cute, shy babe he sits next to in a math class he barely attends. Gets a thrill out of calling you princess to tease you, because he doesn’t know your real name.
What Jungkook also didn’t know was that you were undeniably on the same wavelength as him. Just in a sugarcoated format. You liked to play. You liked to kiss and touch and feel up on another body… But you were still the doe-like glint in your eyes that your makeup couldn’t shield, the timidness in your step that the cuff of your ass in your mini skirts and your cleavage couldn’t distract.
A virgin. With a very real v-card.
And okay, you get it. Jungkook has got to be the worst option to take it. Even now as you gaze at him he’s wickedly attractive, sporting a vintage band tee and a studded belt because his waist is too slutty to hold up his cargo jeans. His hair has grown into a mullet that fits his wild lifestyle and his sculpted face, curling around his neck where faded hickeys someone else has done stain his honey skin.
He’s a walking red flag.
But you can make your own rash decisions.
Jungkook gets to be so fucking easy and the epitome of a typical fuckboy. Why couldn’t you let this one thing happen for once and for all?
He’d do this quickly, too. Take you hard and fast when you tell him you want it. You’ve heard he fucks like a rabbit, so it’d go smoothly. No questions. Only two bodies bumping against each other to get their fill. Well, you wouldn’t know what the fuck you were doing, but he should be too selfishly horny to notice...
“Princess.”
His voice alone brings a plethora of goosebumps to your skin. You blink out of your dangerous state of mind as he blurs back into view.
“Hm?” You respond.
Jungkook smugly grins, dimples popping in his cheeks as his tongue teases the hoop in his bottom lip. He’d been fixated on you as you spaced out. You hadn’t answered his question for a full minute.
So he repeats himself. “I asked why you were soaking wet when I haven’t done anything to you…?”
“O-Oh.” You realize his hand is indeed up your skirt, the other pressing your hips to the door of your dorm room. You can’t remember the walk here or all the flirting done at the frat party to lead up to this. Clearly, you aren’t as calm as you told yourself you would be when Jungkook brought you to your demise.
It doesn’t help how odd and out of place he looks inside your hyper feminine dorm room either—pink decor, Sanrio plushies, and your strawberry perfume permeating the air in a thick cloud. He’s the only dark theme in your room, intruding the soft-core space with his mysterious aura and the smell of smokey cologne and weed.
There isn’t much talk about your girly decoration though, as Jungkook is eager to have you around his dick and invade your bedsheets with the scent of him. You’d been bold enough to finally take him to the women’s dorms you stayed in, sneaking him through the back door he knew all too well. Per university code, he was down to get fucked. You figured he’d understand what this meant you wanted from him…
Jungkook is rough as he presses his body closer, the passionate wetness of his tongue on your neck and the grip on your hips is nothing you’ve experienced before. You like that he’s not going slow, but the raw, carnal desire is terrifying.
Especially when you feel what he’s working with in his cargos. It grows heavier as his hands travel around your waist to underneath your skirt, grabbing handfuls of your ass and teasing the little thong you decided to slip on earlier. He goes as far as rubbing you right where his experienced fingers know your entrance would be, and, fuck, it feels so much different with having someone else in control of your pleasure.
You feel your panties getting stickier than ever at the mere fact that he’s warming you up for the inevitable. How quickly drenched he’s made you and the noise that escapes when he finds a sensitive spot on your skin. You moan his name, gripping his hand to get a sense of reality.
The fuckboy groans back, stopping to look at you. You can’t believe you’ve chosen death himself over the sweet, kind guy who’s been trying to get with you all month. Brandon would have been all lovey about this… but Jungkook is going to murder you. Specifically, your insides.
He knows it, too, with how he smirks at your flustered expression and panting lips. It makes you nervous that you’ve gotten this far, and you’re back to your shy, timid self when you think about what’s to come next. You’re so close to flaking and leaving him with a hard on once again, but you want this.
So you take it upon yourself to kiss him. It’s barely a peck, and you end up brushing his silver hoop piercing more than his rosey lips. His tongue flicks out to lick the residue of strawberry gloss you left on the corner of his mouth, and Jungkook becomes lost in the flavor of you.
He tilts your chin up and kisses you back.
It’s not gentle or polite like the one you gave him. His tongue demands dominance as soon as your lips touch, his muscle smoothing over the flesh of yours which has you thinking of badder things than tongue kissing. It’s sloppy and urges your hands all over each other, your hips flush together, Jungkook’s legs hitting the edge of your bed, and you nearly falling on top of him.
The way your hips begin grinding on him is so alluring... You’re such an enigma to him right now—as if you weren’t already—that he’s determined to use this opportunity to finally have what’s between your legs.
You become a bit more aggressive since you’re trying to keep up with Jungkook’s tempo and not get him bored, but you can’t help but feel anxious when he cups your chest, breaking the kiss to ogle the cleavage of your lace bra underneath your top. You go to move away, but he yanks you back down on his lap.
“Are you getting all shy on me again?” He whispers. “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before, princess.”
True… but you’ve never been naked in front of anyone else. Your fairy lights aren’t dim enough, and you didn’t think it’d be taking this long to get pounded. This is too intimate.
However, Jungkook is quick to divert your attention by rolling over on top of you. Your skirt rides up with the movement, and he gets a glimpse of delicate, pink panties decorated with a tiny bow. That hug your pussy like a present ready to be unwrapped. They correlate with your bra, too, and Jungkook heavily believes in matching sets gracing him with the best pussy he’s ever had. You’re so done for.
Jungkook admiring how the baby pink contrasts beautifully against your brown skin forces your legs shut in fear. You had worn the lingerie for him, but you didn’t expect staring. Where is his urgency to put his dick in you?
Apparently, nowhere to be found as he follows you further back on your bed, eyes curious and enticing, sizing you up. He hovers over you when your pillows and plushies make it impossible to go further, the skull pendant on the silver chain around his neck dangling in your face.
You clearly want this, otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you said at the party or sent those texts all last night. You’re just too shy to go for what you want, and Jungkook finds it adorable. He chuckles at how skittish and scared you’re being, trying to calm your nerves with some humor.
“What are you, a virgin?” He asks.
It’s a joke. At first. Until you bite down on your tongue and avoid his eyes for a second, unable to maintain your faux confidence any longer.
Jungkook freezes.
Shit.
“No way…” he mumbles, looking at how sexy you are laid out underneath him. It seemed he was contemplating on dipping or not giving an ounce of a fuck that you had never done this before.
He’s suddenly conflicted on how you’ve gotten this far undetected. It makes sense when he reminisces about your bashful antics and you pushing him away before things get too far, but he thought of it as simply respecting that you have boundaries no matter the reason. He just never thought it was because you were… untouched.
Jungkook doesn’t do virgins as much as oral. It’s laughable to find out he’s been played along by a phony virgin the whole time.
“Were you trying to hide it from me?” He tsks, tilting his head down at you. “Cute.”
Your lips are shut together, as you don’t know how to answer, because, yes, you have been hiding your virginity from him. It’s not wrong… but maybe it isn’t so right to have him obliviously deflower you.
He doesn’t make a big deal out of it though, instead waiting on you to speak. So you don’t want to make a big deal out of it either, trying to brush it off.
“A-Are you still gonna…?”
“No, I’m not gonna fuck you,” Jungkook says as he leans in. Your chest hitches when his palm rests on your thigh.
“I’d rip you open, princess…” He mumbles softly, round nose nudging with yours. “You’d probably bleed all over my cock, fuck…”
Weirdly, you were not put off by that. He could tell by how your eyes practically sparkled that you were into it… His jeans feel tighter.
“Unless you want me to?”
You swallow. Unable to say it, but begging to be split in half in your head.
“Such a freak,” Jungkook murmurs. He’s heard quiet girls were the freakiest, but, damn, you were taking the cake.
The room grows quiet, and Jungkook moves as if he’s about to free you from his grasp, leave you high and dry like you’d done to him plenty before, but you’ve gotten too close to spend another night fantasizing about what he’d do to you if given the chance.
You grip his bulging forearm. “C-Can you kiss me?”
Making out has got to be so lackluster to him now, but he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. Fitting his mouth to yours is like second nature, the sweet oil of your gloss something he’d never say no to and how your bottom lip pricks between his teeth because he can’t help but to bite.
You mewl right into his lungs, hands roaming up tattooed skin to cradle his neck. His erection bumps against your thigh as he shifts to kiss down your throat again, and you realize that this isn’t actually going to stop when Jungkook starts sucking the tops of your breasts. When his lips meet your belly button, wavering over the sliver of skin between your skirt and cropped shirt.
Jungkook has been waiting as long as you to fuck each other. Is he really going to let your virginity be a deal breaker?
You smell like strawberries again tonight, followed by a hint of cocoa and marshmallow that has Jungkook wanting to stick his nose to every inch of your body and just breathe. You smell so fucking edible to the point that he wants his tongue running all over your melanated skin, too. He doesn’t notice that he’s kissing down your inner thigh until you gasp.
“What are you doing?” You ask nervously, blinking down at him.
He’s quiet for the moment he takes to stare up your skirt, at how your pretty, pink panties is nothing but a string of ruined fabric covering your swollen pussy now. You drip right through the lace and onto his fingers when he rubs you.
“Really wanna taste you,” Jungkook says, barely loud enough for you to hear over the thumping in your chest.
Your throat is too dry to say anything when his eyes flick to yours. He grips your knee to push your legs further apart, getting on his to sit up and lean over you again.
You don’t expect his hand to fall to your neck, thumb brushing your lips as his other palm squeezes your breast. You grab his wrist when he applies some pressure, thinking he’s going to choke you to death, but he just smirks at your doe-eyed expression.
“Princess… I trust that you’ll keep this pretty mouth shut.”
Oh. Right. He didn’t go down on his hookups. Or maybe he tells other girls this same thing, to keep hush about it.
At least all of your efforts wouldn’t be wasted. So you nod with his thumb on your tongue. “O-Okay.”
Jungkook hums at your compliance before reaching for your skirt and telling you to “lift up”. You do as he says and allow him to begin undressing you, your body shivering in anxiety when he throws your skirt on the floor and grips the band of your underwear next. You inhale a deep breath and lift up again, Jungkook’s eyes glazing over at the thick strings of wetness that have pooled in your panties as he drags them down your legs.
The fuckboy isn’t a stranger to getting his partners excited. He knows he has a face that can get anyone soaked. But this? He wouldn’t last for shit.
Jungkook likes it super wet and super tight. From all the women he’s fucked, not every girl feels the same. Virgins have been a big no-no in his sex life, but now he’s rethinking everything he’s ever stood for at a mere glimpse of how wet you are and how your hole looks like it can’t even take his fingers.
He’s about to put his mouth on you for fuck’s sake. This is exactly why he’s avoided your kind.
And you, in particular, are extremely dangerous. Playing as if you’ve had experience the whole time this has been going on, plotting this whole night out from suggesting meeting up at the party and coming back to your dorm. It doesn’t take much to notice that you’re completely hairless and smooth everywhere, too. Skin glowing like you took all morning prepping for a proper dick appointment.
Jungkook isn’t complaining. It’s hot that you dolled yourself all up for him in hopes of getting your v-card taken. Wanted to look like the princess he calls you when he takes you. Which you do.
Fuck, you look like the prettiest pillow princess ever as Jungkook lays on his stomach and yanks your hips closer to his face. You shyly glance up at your fairy lights, becoming embarrassed when he spreads your thighs wider and you can feel your pussy lay out for him. You don’t think you can muster eye contact during this, but you notice Jungkook’s eyes taking in your face and your princess parts without a care in the world.
There’s browns and flushed, dark pink hues that has him biting at his lip piercing in sweltering anticipation, and he’s so damn eager to put his mouth there that he doesn’t think twice about what he’s doing and goes with his instinct to lick. You squirm in response, catching a squeal in your throat at the foreign sensation. Jungkook, on the other hand, is already following up with another lick between your folds and then another…
You taste so sugary, and the way your juices are sticking to his tongue in webs makes him wish he’d eaten you out sooner. His blunt nails dig deeper into your thighs as he pushes his face closer so that his nose bumps with your clit. You begin whimpering, and it’s the perfect motivation to get you further.
Your cunt feels uncomfortably slick, but the tingling and tightening in your core that Jungkook is gracing onto you feels too good. You doubt that he’s never done this before; He’s eating you like it’s his craft. All while looking like—the devil.
His face is perfect for pussy eating, hell, face riding even. There’s no way no one else hasn’t witnessed his cheeks flushing, his furrowed eyebrows and rough tongue as if he’s angry as hell… The fluffy mess upon his head tickling your thighs.
You can’t bring yourself to touch it. You can’t believe someone’s pleasuring you and enjoying it. To keep yourself sane, you bury your face into your pillows and promise to not look down. Your moans are already as humiliating as you thought they would be, you can’t imagine your facial expressions.
But Jungkook finds your noises sweetly airy and sensual, desperate, but sexy. Your shaking legs and how you’re gripping the sheets, too, indicates that he’s treating you right. Gliding his tongue at a rhythmic pace, changing it up for a few seconds to nibble and swirl here and there. He doesn’t think he’s doing it correctly although you’re clenching like crazy.
Licking on pussy he hasn’t been in is so out of his character, but “you taste so fucking good” is all that passes through his swollen lips when he pulls away to catch his breath. You’re adorably hiding behind a Hello Kitty plushie, equally out of breath but able to hum at Jungkook’s compliment.
He doesn’t mind your shyness, which he’d expect from a virgin in the first place, but now he wants to see you lose it. Lose all your composure, rut against his face to get off. Cum. You’ve probably never had an orgasm before.
He proves himself right when he touches your slit with his fingers. You jump as if it’s foreign, too, and your cunt slicks up even more when he brushes your entrance. Jungkook’s rubbed you over your underwear a couple of times before, more so to tease, but it’s clear you haven’t had your own fingers down here to do real work.
So he wraps his lips around your puffy clit, sucking as he sticks his middle finger in your pussy to give you more pleasure… but then realizing he can’t go far or even curl his fingers how he wants because you tense up and—
“You still have a fucking hymen?”
Jungkook was partially kidding about popping your strawberry. He thought that was a traditional myth, or that nowadays many virgin women didn’t always have hymens for natural reasons. He figured you would just be a tight fit. Not that he’d have to actually break you in… To his luck, you keep surprising him.
“I-I’ve never done this before,” you mumble, pulling the Hello Kitty plushie down far enough for him to see your eyes. “I told you I was a…”
“Yeah, as in you haven’t had sex before,” Jungkook responds, tone nearing annoyed as he retracts his finger, careful to not tear you. “Not as in you’re some type of pure virgin bullshit.”
You sit up as he moves from in between your legs, your ears burning at how his lips are glistening from your mess. You hug your knees to your chest and use the plushie to cover yourself as he gets up from the bed.
There’s no way he’s leaving you.
“Jungkook—“
But he’s already made it out the door of your dorm, slamming it shut.
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Not that he contacted you much before, but Jungkook doesn’t message you for the next week. Not even to get high with him or go to the lake.
It’s a different type of silence between you both with knowing what happened, and you kind of expected it to go down like this after he got a piece of you anyways, to completely ignore you after getting what he could. It sucks that you didn’t get fucked how you imagined, or got to experience a first orgasm, though another experience to jot down in your diary was still a win.
It’s strangely made you confident that you’ve been half naked in front of another man, especially a seasoned fuckboy like Jungkook. If you can have him on your bed like that, then imagine how down bad you’d have your other option—Brandon.
Jungkook’s easy, but you know Brandon’s been trying to hit at you for a while. You could get him to fold with the snap of your fingers. He’s already so flirty and preoccupied with you as the umpteenth party of the semester goes on, him sticking to your side like a lovesick puppy and paying for your fruity cocktails with his daddy’s money.
You can’t be too stuck up on Jungkook when plenty of men have a dick, and, after all, your v-card can’t be much harder to get rid of. You wouldn’t give up a good time with Brandon.
He’s a popular senior with brown skin, dark hair, a bright smile, and gorgeous, hazel eyes. Very cute and lean since he plays varsity soccer. He’s not in a lot of mess with girls, but everyone knows he gets heavy play outside of the field.
Plus, Brandon is the son of some wealthy businessman. He doesn’t need to do much to pull any thirsty bitch, but you’ve been making him work for it. Other girls want to date and marry into his rich family; You just want his dick and maybe that roll of money he keeps unbundling for you.
Brandon can’t possibly suspect you’re a virgin with how you’re feeding into his teasing and teasing right back, knocking out drink after drink and giggling at everything he says. This is the longest you’ve engaged with him outside of class, so you hope you’re giving off that you’re interested in sleeping together, despite the shy and introverted persona you have.
The soccer player seems to understand your reciprocated desire though as he gets touchier and leans in to whisper how good you smell and how sexy you look—because, when has a mini skirt ever failed? But you catch the big, brown eyes of someone across the floor.
Staring.
Jungkook.
You look away first, as he has no shame in letting you know he’s watching you. While sitting between two girls that were practically on top of him.
Urgh. The nerve to glare at you when he’s been walking past you on campus without a word all week… Asshole.
“Did you want another drink?” Brandon asks, rubbing your arm at the sudden change in your facial expression. You like that he doesn’t meddle in who you might’ve seen and offers more poison.
“Yeah, sure,” you tell him. The alcohol has loosened you up quite a lot, but you can still remember the shit that has you pressing yourself to Brandon, so you down another, thankful that your mind gets fuzzier.
It only lasts for a few minutes before you’re reminiscing the other night, Jungkook’s hand on your throat, his tongue in your pussy, and what could’ve been if you weren’t a virgin. You want to say ‘fuck him’ out loud and forget about it and him in general. But you glance back over to where you’d noticed him to see he’s leaving the party. Alone.
Making quick eye contact with you through the crowd. It speaks for itself.
Fine… Let’s talk then.
You step back from the kitchen counter as you set your cup down. “I-I gotta go.”
Brandon chuckles, although he’s not happy about losing his piece of ass. “Want me to drive you back?”
“I drove,” you say, wielding your Sanrio charm decorated keys from your wrist wallet. “But thanks.”
“You can’t drink and drive,” he claims, and within the second of him pulling you back into him, he snatches your keychain. “I can get you back to your dorm, ________.”
“I can drive fine, not drunk,” you mumble. He’s right, you shouldn’t drink and drive, but you’re going to see someone who you trust more to be inebriated around. “Can you give me my keys?”
Brandon pockets them and shrugs. His nonchalant attitude shift is different than how he approaches you in class. “How about we go upstairs to chill before you go? You’re not sober enough to drive.”
“Then I can walk,” you exclaim. He’s pissing you off. Sure, you had a good amount of alcohol, but you’re highly functional, speaking without slurring. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. You can’t tell if he’s trying to protect you or be a jackass about you leaving so soon.
“I’ll give you your keys if you give me something in return.”
Okay. Jackass about you leaving so soon it is.
“What?”
“A goodbye kiss,” Brandon frowns, thick eyebrows furrowed. “You’ve been such a tease to me all night, thinking I’ve finally gotten through to you. I didn’t think you’d still be such a prissy good girl around me outside of Chemistry.”
You suck in a nervous breath, understanding how this might look to him. But still… doesn’t mean you owe him anything, and it sounds like he’s alluding to it. You wanted to have sex at first, but you can change your mind whenever you want, right? He’s acting as if you’ve ruined everything by not putting out.
“Or not want me to take you back,” he continues, wrapping his bulging arm around your shoulder as he takes a swig of alcohol. “You’re not as drunk, are you? Like you said? Let me drive you to your dorm.”
You can’t fathom the words coming out of his mouth so casually, and, suddenly, his sharp cologne is stinging your nose, his varsity jacket is heavy on your neck. He’s turned you all the way off, and you’d be pushing it to let him drop you at campus. What would he ask for then?
You wrench his arm away from you. Fuck the keys. A goodbye kiss because he spent his money on you? And can’t handle the idea of sexing up anyone else in here but you? What makes him so entitled.
Brandon calls out to you as you leave your keys behind and push through the crowd, wanting to explode on yourself for what happened and being blinded by something as unserious as your desire to lose your virginity. Brandon was sweet until he wasn’t, but you don’t know if you’re looking at green flags or red ones.
Maybe he was joking about the kiss and playing around? What if he was worried about your safety for real? Ack… Your mind didn’t feel right, but you know how you love to overthink.
Once outside the frat, a sigh visibly escapes your lips and fades into the cool, night air. There’s as many people here as in, but everyone is lit off their alcohol or whatever drugs being passed around to notice your frazzled state as you step down the porch stairs. You figure to head to your car and wait until Brandon eventually gives you your keys back, scared your little baby may get stolen. However, low and behold, parked right next to it in the makeshift parking lot of grass other college students have dumped their cars across, is none other than an iconic blue and white mustang.
Actually… you don’t mind waiting for your keys. Jungkook leaning there against the hood of his old school gem smoking is going to keep you occupied for a while.
You come to a stop in front of him, anxious, but he’d been the reason for you to leave in the first place. It’s not like you’re unwanted in his presence.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first, glances at you up and down in your revealing outfit while you check him out the same. He’s in a fitted black top and baggy, dark wash jeans held up by a belt that accentuates his lean yet muscular figure. A chain decorates his neck, and his fingers are shiny with steel rings as he removes the blunt from his mouth to blow the smoke.
He’s so menacing looking like the bad boy he is, curled hair styled to perfection. You’re too entranced by his handsomeness to notice his hand pulling you closer by the back of your thigh to pass you the blunt to hit.
You puff it for a second and exhale the weed in a sigh. It’s something about you being all dolled up in cute makeup, pink clothing, and your leg warmers that makes Jungkook’s lip quirk up at you engaging in illegal behavior with him. He takes another hit when you give it back, your strawberry flavored gloss sweet on his tongue as he lets the smoke fade into the darkness above before finally speaking.
“What’s with you talking to that guy?” He confronts. “Acting like I don’t give you enough attention…”
He wasn’t about to beat around the bush. No wonder he was death staring you.
“Is that what you brought me out here for?” You ask. “I didn’t say anything when those girls were all over you.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue, sharp jaw tightening. “I have girls all over me all the time, princess. Doesn’t mean I want their attention.”
As if on cue, he looks over at a group of girls clearly giggling and gushing about him a few cars over, despite you standing right there. You scowl as you turn back to him to see a smirk on his face.
“Or need it.”
“I didn’t need his attention either,” you feign innocence. What the hell is he trying to get at? So what if you were on Brandon.
“Didn’t look like it.” He sizes you up before catching your eyes again. “You dress like an attention whore, had your tits pressed against his arm the whole time… You wanted him to fuck you, yeah?”
“If I did?”
A beat of silence before Jungkook chuckles, yanking you between his legs by your hips this time to get nose to nose. “He can’t give you what you want.”
“Y-You don’t know what I want.”
“You want me.” He smiles with bunny teeth, and, god, he’s so fucking fine even though he’s so full of himself. “Right, princess? Don’t give me that pout.”
You step back and immediately fix your face before he reaches up to fix it for you. “Is this all you had to talk about?”
It’s his turn to pout at your pissy mood, but it doesn’t stop him from pushing on.
“I didn’t bring you over here for nothing, princess,” he says.
“Then what do you want?”
“To taste your pussy. I thought that part was obvious…” Jungkook nods back at his car, and your breath runs rapid.
No way he had enough room in there to have his head between your legs. Comfortably anyways.
He’s gotta be fucking with you? Eating you out, walking out on you, and ignoring you for a week to then come finish the job? What a joke.
“You’re insane.”
“A little.” Before you can walk too far away, he grips you by the wrist to pull you back. “Wanna hot box?”
“That’s an even dumber idea, Jungkook…”
“Not like it’s stopped you before.”
What’s his fucking issue? He’s acting like the night in your dorm room never happened and that he didn’t ghost you for days after finding out you were a virgin. As if this whole friendship or situationship wasn’t as unhinged already. Now he wants to ‘chill’ after seeing you cozied up with Brandon. Typical fuckboy!
Your choices in men weren’t great, but Jungkook has this special charm to him that bends you to his each and every will. If he wanted to smoke you high, your body was going to find a way to make it possible. Or his raven eyes are just that majestic to have you whispering “Fine…” in agreement, without weighing the consequences.
Next thing you know, Jungkook’s propped the passenger seat forward to let you and him slide into the back of his old school mustang. The back seat isn’t ideal for his height or yours since the roof is lower and a bit cramped, however, you don’t mind having to lie back and being pressed next to Jungkook’s warm body. Hot boxing with him was a cheat on therapy.
The tinted windows fog up ten-fold due to the chilly weather outside and the fumes filling up the vehicle. There’s music playing from the radio that hugs your skin just right, and you loll onto Jungkook’s shoulder as you allow yourself to buzz after the blunt’s gone. How he knew you could use this moment was beyond your comprehension, but motherfuckers like him always knew when to show up and keep bruising their marks before they disappear.
It’s much easier, in his case, when the butterfly on your thigh has yet to fade. He draws circles on the stick-n-poke he’d done on your skin months ago, thumb as soft as a feather. Fingertips lightly grazing the expanse of your smooth, brown legs over and over.
You suspect he’ll kiss you, make out, go as far as sucking on your throat to feed the oral fixation he gets when he’s faded and to fuel the stickiness you get in your panties at his touch. You can smell his cologne on his neck mixing in with the loud as he leans in closer.
“It pisses me off,” he starts, and the huskiness in his voice has your hairs standing on edge. “When you play in my face, princess.”
Your hooded eyes can barely push up a confused eyebrow. “What… What did I do?”
“Make stupid decisions,” Jungkook tsks. “Your little boyfriend doesn’t know?”
He was still stuck on that shit with Brandon? Men were so damn dramatic, hell.
“He’s not my boyfriend, neither are you,” you explain, annoyed. “You didn’t want to take it... What does it matter if I wanted him to?”
“Are you that stupid to have someone else’s tongue up your cunt?” Jungkook utters, finger coming up to coil a curl around it before making eye contact. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”
You giggle. The weed makes your laugh last longer, but it’s funny, genuinely. Staking claim over your coochie because he ate you out? Mr. I Don’t Eat Pussy pressing you about it is crazy. He has to be high out of his mind, but you entertain him back, feeling a little too bold from the kush and alcohol.
“Yours? When you didn’t even do much before running out?”
The car goes quiet except for the audio lowly bumping the speakers. You can’t believe you said what you’d been so pissed about. He surprisingly doesn’t get mad at you coming for his ego, instead, he laughs it off, tonguing his cheek hotly, dangerously.
“Did you wanna be a brat tonight?” Jungkook responds, hand tightening on your thigh. You didn’t know exactly what he meant by it, but you were not up to find out.
You bite your tongue and shake your head, scared out of your mind at what you’re positive crossed both of your consciences in that moment. Jungkook’s veiny hands adorned in those silver rings leaving your ass welted. You, a whimpering mess and regretful about opening your mouth.
“You sure?”
You nod. “Y-Yes...”
Jungkook finds you fucking adorable as you trail off and blank out. He isn’t used to girls thinking around him, so he can’t help but to stare, move a little closer to see if he can read your mind. Your pupils are big, filled with anticipation. Expecting more.
“Is that why you haven’t texted me?” He breaks the silence. “Cause I didn’t get you off?”
From your perspective, you hadn’t thought of it in that way. He didn’t text you, but neither did you text him. The lack of communication is on both parts, but he always hit you up first to hang. He can’t all of a sudden act as if it’s the other way around, like you’re the one dragging him along for the fun of it.
“It’s because you ran out on me in the middle of… doing it, what am I supposed to think?” You ask.
“Princess,” Jungkook makes a noise and throws his head back against the seat. “You’re so hard to understand.”
“W-What do you mean?” What was so hard to understand about wanting to get fucked into your mattress?
“I mean,” he begins, red eyes flicking to yours past his nose. “Have you even touched yourself? Came?”
You blink. “Came…?”
“Orgasmed,” the fuckboy smirks, cheek dimple popping. “When it feels too good and you just let go.”
The flesh of your cheeks warm as you imagine it, the stuff you’ve seen in porn and those times you’ve tried to get yourself there but embarrassingly failed.
“No… but I touch—I touch myself sometimes. I just… rub it. It hurts if…” You avoid his gaze, unable to say it aloud.
“Cause you don’t know what you’re doing,” Jungkook concludes. “You’re jumping ten steps ahead when you haven’t seen a real cock in person, princess. You don’t know what you like.”
Your dolly lashes blink up at him in guilt yet admiration. You have a serious lack of experience with sex, heavy petting being the furthest you’ve gone with Jungkook, and you come to realize that it isn’t smart or safe to be so willing to give up your virginity. You’re clueless enough for the university’s biggest fuckboy and the police’s worst nightmare to hang morality over your head. Jeon Jungkook. Trying to communicate about your nonexistent sex life instead of getting a quick nut.
Oh, god, why does he care? It makes you want to fuck him more instead.
“I get what you’re saying,” you tell him. “But… does it matter? To you, that I’m…”
“Yeah.” He’s back to playing in your hair again, body facing yours, head tilted to the side as he hums. He’s high, but still in control of his actions and words and… agh.
“W-Why?” You ask.
You feel like any other guy would be dying to be a girl’s first time. Jungkook’s restraint and adulation in this situation is so sexy, despite how disposable you’ve heard he treats women.
“Well, I just wanna fuck you,” he honestly admits. “You might not want that from me.”
Your chest pounds faster as he traces the curve of your neck, thumb grazing the tops of your chest and cleavage. No shocker there that he only desires sex from you, can’t keep his eyes off your body. But that’s what you want, too. A good time.
You boldly grab his hand to place it on your chest, and he immediately squeezes. Jungkook’s surprised by your action, and the peek of the lace bra underneath your top isn’t allowing him to think rationally.
You whisper, “What else do you think I want?”
His eyes roam over your body again, before he blinks back into reality and says, “A boyfriend. Commitment.”
“Because I’m a virgin…?”
He nods and reaches up to touch your face.
“Yes. I think girls like you get attached, princess.” He thumbs your bottom lip. “And crazy.”
He has to be wrong. You don’t think you will turn out like that. Not over sex. You care little about your virginity, and you aren’t the type to take it as extremely and give it to someone you vow your life to in marriage. You could have sex and move on like everyone else.
“I was your first, wasn’t I? When you tasted me..?Why can’t you be mine?”
The fuckboy finds your logic flawed. Oral versus intercourse wasn’t anywhere near the same. “That’s not how it works, princess.”
“Then show me how it works, Jungkook.”
Your determination has Jungkook’s dick hardening in his jeans. His sweet and soft princess is so set on what she wants that he doesn’t want to tell you no. Of course, finding out you were a virgin didn’t make you any less desirable to him. If anything, he wants to break you in half and take you for himself.
But, it’s not right. He’s an asshole and commits crimes here and there, but he’s not a bad person. And he doesn’t want to hurt you, whether that’s emotionally or physically. Virgins are stop signs to him for a number of reasons, some shit he’s dealt with as one himself. He just—doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He’s selfish and unavailable in too many ways he needs to be. You don’t deserve that.
It’s a good thing he’s as good as he is when it comes to women. He can give you what you want, all while still not giving you what you really want.
“Open your legs,” he demands, calmly and assertively. As expected, you freeze.
“B-But—“ you stutter, looking around at the tinted windows of the car. Jungkook knows his windows are pitch black, but he likes how nervous you get about possibly being seen exposed.
“Your legs, pretty,” he repeats, tugging on your thighs. “Spread them.”
You let out a breath and lessen your resistance as Jungkook maneuvers your legs over his thighs and coerces you to spread one, enough to let his palm flatten between them, a thumb pressing up against your cute underwear. The crotch is unsurprisingly damp.
“You’re so fucking easy, princess,” he taunts. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
“I-I am.” You don’t know if you’re stuttering because of him or how aroused you’re getting. Jungkook and weed is a terrible combination.
Jungkook greedily pushes his fingers down your panties when your mouths connect to feel all of it skin on skin, clit sticky and fuck, yeah, you are a virgin based on how tiny your hole still feels as he circles it.
It’s insane how internally possessive he grows to be reminded. Sex and pleasuring another leaves him satiated but not wanting more than just a quick fuck. With you, he can’t hit it and done. He can’t push your face into the backseat and cram his cock into you. He has to take his time, wants to give it to you right in every way he can.
Virgins aren’t his thing. Eating pussy isn’t his thing. Not when he’s only done it once… He’s just… experimenting. All while developing new, sick fantasies you’ve ingrained into him.
“Can I touch you?” He breaks the kiss to ask, like his digits aren’t already slipping through your folds.
Your ears burn at the faded yet needy look in his pupils. You think he wants to go further, and here you are again, ready to lose your virginity to the fuckiest fuckboy, despite the attitude he’s given the past week. What was wrong with you? And him?
Who knows… You gladly nod your head.
You slightly lift your hips to let him pull your pink panties down your knees, over your leg warmers and platform shoes. They’re discarded somewhere in the car, and you shriek as Jungkook repositions so that you’re more on top of him and your lower half is over his, pelvis angled to better expose your core. You thought P-in-V was next, but you’re not realizing how serious this is until he moves his fingers back down there. The pretty ones with the rings that look like they’ll break you.
“Y-You can’t, I’m…” Too tight. You were too embarrassed to finish your own sentence. However, Jungkook is already ahead. Stupid you to think you could take cock when one finger is about to make you a wreck.
“They’ll fit, princess,” he coos. “Relax.”
You try to do just that by letting your body mold into his, taking slow breaths, vibing with the music you can hear, trying not to be too in your head about what you’re doing. It’s weird at first when he brushes your clit again and starts rubbing it, but the sensation quickly brightens into pleasure. The little nub grows hotter with every circle, and your pussy aches for more.
You whimper a cuss word at your legs jerking and grip his tatted hand when a figure walks by the tinted windows. The party must’ve began dying down and people were leaving. And you’re here in the backseat of Jungkook’s mustang getting your clit beat, wishing he’d stuff you, because you can feel how badly the inside of your walls want to be full.
“Think you can take it?” He rasps in your ear. You nod and moan as he picks up the speed on your hood, using his other hand to fondle your breasts over your shirt.
Like any other woman, you wet yourself easily at Jungkook’s ministrations. By your heavy breathing and squirming, he can tell you’re dying to get a taste, that you want to cum on his fingers so hard. He kisses you more, rubbing and rubbing along your slit until your pussy is drenched on his fingers, and then does he take the opportunity to prod at your hole.
Your body freezes once you ingulf an influx of air, the foreign feeling uncomfortable yet tempting. You want it, despite the sting you have to endure before your core naturally submits and accommodates his ringed finger.
Your breath falters out of your chest as he pushes, and you dig your nails into Jungkook’s wrist. You feel hot, everything’s so hot, and your walls are clenching nonstop.
“I know, I know,” he comforts you, pierced lips whispering against the side of your neck when you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Let me in, pretty.”
“Ngh, fuck, oh my god,” you moan out, wrapping your arm around his neck to hold onto something. No way it feels this good, and you’ve been missing out all this time.
It’s Jungkook’s middle finger you’re clenching around and babbling over, close to ripping the curly tresses out of his scalp with how hard you’re tugging. A delicious sheen of sweat coats your neck as Jungkook drags his digit in and out slowly for you to experience the motion, and you look so sexy spread out on his lap taking it.
Another shadow flits by the car window, and your pussy immediately tightens in excitement. You start trying to rock against his hand to get him deeper, anxiously watching for outside but still enjoying yourself.
“Jungkook, f-faster,” you beg, reaching for his hand and pressing it more against you if possible.
He listens, adding more movement in his wrist, allowing his finger to slip further and quicker into your silky warmth. He’s as breathless as you when you whine out at the feel of his thumb stimulating your clit.
“Pretty little pussy suckin me in so good,” He mumbles against your skin, strawberry scent blessing his nostrils. “Fuck.”
Now he’s imagining you wrapped around his dick sucking him in just like this. Stretching you out until you’re full of him and crying about how it feels too much. So he uses his other hand to spread your pussy, ring finger sliding in next, obsessed with getting your sex to open up for him. He barely has to try. You’re so slick and relaxed and willing that you take the two fingers with little struggle.
“You’re so tight, princess,” Jungkook moans, barely able to move his fingers despite getting them inside. He figures he’ll hurt you if he tries to force further because of your hymen, so he’ll deal with what he can.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize in embarrassment, a bit uncomfortable too now with another finger since it feels bigger.
He guides you back into bliss, though, not allowing you to slip into that insecurity, and bends his head down to aim and spit on your folds like a professional. “Breathe for me, okay?”
“M-Mmkay,” you sob, because he was mental for having the nerve to spit like a freak and then talk to you as if he really cares about your pleasure and well-being.
He doesn’t press you to go any further, accepting that this may be as far as he can get you. Which is fine. You’re a virgin after all. He doesn’t expect you to hop on his dick, hot and ready. He’s much bigger than the two fingers your pussy can’t handle, not to brag. But it’s okay. Vagina was still vagina, and he knows exactly how to satisfyingly end this.
“Don’t think about it,” He whispers, his voice soothing you to unwind and let him take back control.
“Think… Think about what?” You breathe, voice hitching when Jungkook goes to rub your clit, keeping the other two fingers lodged in your tight wetness. He doesn’t answer you and instead slides his fingers deeper. Not thrusting. All of the motion is focusing on your swollen little button.
You don’t expect the buildup to hit you fast and so quickly. Lashes wet with tears, lip bitten raw from trying to keep noises down. But it rips through you without any remorse that you cry out loud.
Jungkook steadily abuses the nerves to get you there, holding you down to his body so you can’t run away from the climax. There’s fingernail indents reddening on his wrist when he slows down, and you gasp as you continue to cling onto him throughout your orgasm.
That was… crazier than you expected. You feel like you’re floating for a few seconds and have lost your mind. It’s as pleasant as people say.
“Good, princess.”
Jungkook is delighted that he pulled it off. Gave you your first orgasm awakening. He could’ve done better and so much more, but with how your chest is heaving, he would have made your heart explode. He’s happy with this for now.
“Aak!” You suddenly scream when you look down, but cover your mouth to not alert outsiders.
Jungkook leans up at attention. “What?”
“S-Sorry. I felt something… Inside. And it scared me,” you mumble. “Can you…?”
Your fingers gently touch the two still lodged inside your entrance. Oh.
“Yeah.” He slowly pulls them out, careful to not hurt you. And then does the final result of Jungkook’s finger fucking show.
A cloudy stream of cum flows from your pussy and forms a small pool on the crotch of Jungkook’s dark jeans near the zipper. He takes it upon himself to spread your lips for the full view, tiny cunt clenching around air.
“Of course you’re a creamer,” he notes, eyes fixated on the juices on his hand.
You pout. “Is that a bad thing…?”
“No.”
Although he enjoys when women squirt, it fits your entire persona and being that you cream. Some cheesy, aesthetic shit like chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream is very fitting to the way you smell, dress, and look… Even during sex.
Shamelessly, he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them.
You taste sweeter than last week. Or maybe it’s been too long to remember the exact way you did, so his tastebuds have forgotten. Either way, he wants your cunt in his mouth. Now.
The tension between you and him grows and grows as he leans in like he’s going to kiss you, and with those pillows wet from your essence, you’re begging him to ‘kiss me more, kiss me more’ in your head.
You can smell your scent on his breath when your lips brush, but your excitement is cut short.
Ruined by a beating on the window glass.
“JEON!”
You freeze.
Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle and hangs his head.
“Fucking hell…”
“JEON!” It sounds like a girl. And a mad one, since she bangs some more, her fist shadowing on the fogged window. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, YOU ASS!”
You frown. “Who is that?”
“Don’t say anything to her,” Jungkook responds, and slides you off his lap. “I don’t know where I threw your panties.”
The banging and yelling continues, and the doorknob is also yanked on. Your blood pressure rushes into defense mode when a nasty thought invades your brain, but you can’t ponder on it for too long. You’re clearly being rushed out of the car, and you’re half naked.
Jungkook looks down on the carpet for your missing undergarment, but something pink catches the corner of your eye. It’s your underwear. Up there on the dashboard.
More banging.
You don’t think you’ll get it on in time, this was already taking too long.
“Forget it,” you tell him, pulling your skirt down. “You want me to stay in the car, or what?”
“No, fuck,” he groans. He easily pushes the passenger seat forward and unlocks the door so he can get out.
The door flings open. All hell breaks loose.
“Oh? Now you open the door?!” The girl yells.
“Giselle,” you hear Jungkook say, and what sounds like scuffling. “Stop.”
“You got a bitch in there?!”
A bitch…?
Oh, god. You roll your eyes, nervousness catching in your throat. Was this his girlfriend? A hookup? You’d forgotten he was a fucking fuckboy. You should’ve expected this if you were going to be around him in public and in general.
What were you thinking? How much of a piece of ass do you look getting fingered in the back of his car at a party. And then to have some chick yelling at him about his endeavors.
You didn’t have time for this. You got your nut. It’s time to make like a man and bounce.
So you slip out of the car after obtaining your wrist wallet from the pocket behind the seat, expecting to make a quick getaway. However, Jungkook was guarding the passenger door and there’s a girl standing in front of him, fuming.
She’s a popular senior that you’ve passed by a few times on campus, two years above you and Jungkook. You never cared to know her real name, but you did know that she was too old to be red in the face over someone like your acquaintance. Unless… this was her man. But Jeon Jungkook didn’t date.
“Is this who’s getting your dick wet now?” She, Gigi, or Giselle, looks you up and down, flips her dark hair, and crosses her arms. “What a downgrade.”
You blink, honestly not fast enough and too confused to respond because you didn’t expect the insult.
“Cut it,” Jungkook firmly states.
“How about you cut your penis off and stop fucking everything you see?” Giselle steps in his face, and it kinda pisses you off that he lets her and just turns his head to tongue his cheek in annoyance. “What’s on your lips? Gloss? And that cum stain and your boner tells me all I need to know, did I interrupt?”
Ew. What a fucking bitch.
Your face scrunches up at her attitude and the way she’s talking to him. It’s degrading and weird. This can’t be his partner. Jungkook is never one to not voice what he has to say or be talked to any kind of way, so you assume her and him have history. But whatever history it is… It damn sure wasn’t healthy.
“J-Jungkook..?” You mumble, grabbing on his arm that’s blocking you to get him to move. Giselle’s eyes snap towards you, and Jungkook presses you back as she steps closer.
“And whoever you are,” Gigi points a French tipped fingernail at you. “Don’t let me catch you again, bitch.”
Was that a threat?
You know that she expects you to be quiet, too, to not retaliate. Probably because you are docile and sweet looking. And she thinks she can run anyone simply because she’s gorgeous and wears nice clothes and has a reputation to uphold. But you don’t do disrespect. Not over dick and balls.
So you step up to that fucking fingernail in your face, holding her eyes.
“Or what?”
She’s stunned. Eyes freezing at the fact that you opened your mouth to talk back.
You were shy, okay. But you weren’t a spineless bitch. Putting your pussy in Jungkook’s face was number one proof.
It’s quiet between the three of you for a second, just the sound of the breeze and university students laughing and talking as they exit the party. Inside Giselle’s head is loud with anger though.
“Princess, in the car.” Jungkook breaks the silence, coercing you to sit down in the passenger seat.
“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that? Really?” Giselle questions behind him. “Jeon. I’m talking to you.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hear him say before he shuts the door. You listen in on their conversation as you let out a breath. “We’re not together. She has nothing to do with what we have going on anyways.”
“Fuck you, Jeon! Seriously!” You hear Giselle yell and watch as Jungkook’s figure crosses in front of the mustang. “You should know that I don’t take disrespect lightly. Not with any of the whores you talk to! Everyone knows that!”
Jungkook simply reacts by shaking his head and opens the driver side door, getting in and revving the car up. He glances over at you. “I’ll take you back to the dorms, okay?”
You take a little while to respond as he pulls off of the grass and through other cars. You were too shocked about whatever that was, upset about how she talked to him and her disgusting first impression on you. Sure, Jungkook wasn’t a saint, but she damn sure wasn’t one either. She was awful, and to be a popular figure at the university… You were glad you kept to yourself.
In other thoughts, Giselle had to have been Jungkook’s ex. Maybe they were on a break, and she was being celibate while he still fucked around. It made the most sense for her to be mad over. Then, he said they weren’t dating, so maybe not.
Sigh. You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know.
“Uhm…” you quietly speak up as he nears your dorm building. “Brandon has my car keys.”
“Why?” Jungkook asks.
“I don’t know, I think he was just playing,” you answer. “Sorry… I should’ve said something before you zoomed out of there.”
“No, it’s fine,” he says. “Get inside. I’ll get your keys and car for you by morning.”
“Jungkook—“
“I’ll get them.”
You close your mouth at his sharp tone, eyes fixating on his tattooed hand gripping the wheel. You hope he will get them smoothly. Too much chaotic shit already happened, and you didn’t want to be at fault for anything else.
“T-Thanks… Be nice about it, please?”
He chuckles, and you light up a little at his mood lightening, despite that altercation a few minutes ago. “You can talk your shit, but I can’t talk mine?”
Please. You were not going to go head-to-head with Giselle over dick. Only if it came down to her hitting you first... However, Jungkook’s a fighter, whether he’s hit first or not, so Brandon should think twice about playing with him.
“Still… be nice. Thanks.”
He nods. “Yeah.”
You awkwardly open the door and get out, grabbing a hold of your wrist wallet. Before you can close it, Jungkook stops you.
“Forgetting something, princess.”
You bend down to see him holding your pink panties out to you.
“Jungkook!” You snatch them, balling them up in your hand and looking around to make sure no one saw. Like you both were doing a drug deal.
“I can keep them up here as a souvenir, if you want.”
“N-No, bye.” You embarrassingly shake your head and close the door, biting your lip as you turn and enter the building. Jungkook’s mustang doesn’t noisily speed off until you swipe your identification card and the door clicks behind you.
You palm you warm cheeks as you ascend up the stairs to your floor.
What a night…
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Your residential assistant brings you your car keys in the morning, saying that they were left on the office desk without a word but your name. You thank her, going to look out your window to see your car parked across the lot in reverse.
How nice of him.
You wonder how Brandon acted when Jungkook approached him for them. Tsk. Probably tucked his tail and gave them up right away. It secretly annoys you that you couldn’t get them back yourself, but hey, sometimes guys won’t listen until another one makes them. Sad to say.
You jump back into bed after doing your morning routine and pull up your chat with Jungkook. You should thank him. For getting your car keys and bringing your car. Not… for fingering you and giving you your first orgasm. That’s weird. And you shouldn’t pry into his situation with Giselle. That would be weird to ask about, too, when you and him are just acquaintances having fun.
Okay. Let’s forget anything else happened. Be normal.
you: hi. thx for dropping my car off
Send.
Except, it doesn’t. The message is green, and you’ve seen Jungkook’s iPhone that he rarely loses sight of.
What?
No way.
You huff, pretty loudly. Chin plopping down on My Melody’s plush head.
You send another message, a period. To act like you forgot to put it at the end. It’s green. And you’re not getting the option to send it as a text message.
You call, too, the call not going past the first ring.
You’re… blocked?
“Wow…” you mumble, not knowing how to describe your confused emotions…
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strawberries n cream 🍓⊹。໒꒱ | JJK (18+)
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♡chapters: one / two / three / four / drabble♡
​⊹🍓series ❤︎ ˚ ༘ ⋆
❥pairing: jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: smut, ex lovers/fwb
❥summary: jungkook’s late night visit to your dorm 🍓…
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❥!!warnings!!: rough sex/fight sex, detailed smut, some toxicity, crying during sex [nothing sad lol], mention of choking, hickeys, fingerprint bruise
❥other warnings: sexual intercourse, raw sex [please use protection!], oral [fem receiving], some fingering, jungkook is so p^ssy whipped and clingy, puppy jk, princess nickname, pillow princess reader [she just wants her nut okay🎀], mention of weed, comparing brown coochie to food 🍫🍓🍦, featuring jimin, POV switching
❥word count: 3.9k
-inspo: seven by jungkook ft latto, gif from jjkgif on twitter, pics from Pinterest
-author’s note: Seven made me push my other wips to the side and write this soo here it is. I love the song and how Jungkook’s been lately so I was deeply motivated. I am still working on updates, but thank you for waiting. I also have some fic recs to share that I’ve kept. I hope you enjoy this for now💕!
-dedicated to: @maltate123 @mayawastaken26 @lelewright1234 @frogs2857 💗 they’ve been motivating me so much to finish my drop, thank you! and @jkoo-njoo because I miss them 🫶🏽
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Jungkook showing up at your dorm at 2:30 in the morning brandishing a My Melody plushie and your favorite snacks further enacts the futility of Jimin’s ability to keep his mouth shut.
What other reason would your ex-slash-situationship be knocking at your door with big eyes and damp, curly hair? With how dramatic Jungkook is, anyone else would have thought he trekked through the light drizzle outside to come comfort or grieve with you. But you know why he’s begging you to let him in and accept his gifts of… proof.
You don’t say anything as you leave the door open for him and go back to making your fruit bowl on the counter. You’d finished showering and doing your skincare routine to prepare for bed, but you’ve been too restless to sleep, hence, why you’re eating. Jungkook appearing out of nowhere looking like that isn’t going to help either.
The sound of him closing and locking the door and then slipping out of his shoes has your skin burning in goosebumps. Only now do you notice your frilly, revealing pajama set when Jungkook sets down his offerings and comes up behind you to hug your waist.
“Princess.”
You ignore him, arranging your strawberries and kiwis on top of the pineapples in the bowl. Being mean doesn’t seem to bother him much at first, since he tightens his grip and steps closer, shamelessly sniffing your sweet skin and watching you make your late night snack. His chin digs into your shoulder until you finish off the dessert with whipped cream.
“Princess,” he calls again. But you shake him off and eat a strawberry slice. You’re supposed to be relaxing. It’s becoming impossible with his breath on your neck and the beat of his heart on your spine.
“Jungkook, seriously…” You scold, finally turning around and looking at him head on. “You never understand what space is.”
Jungkook’s eyes are all twinkly and round when he sees you, despite the reddening in them that you know came from smoking weed. You can faintly smell it on his gray hoodie as he presses you up against the counter.
“I’m clingy, so what?” He mumbles. “Why are you ignoring me?”
“I’m not ignoring you,” you lie.
“Missed calls, missed texts… Telling Jimin you need to stay away from me,” Jungkook lists off. “Did I do something wrong?”
Urgh. You knew it was Jimin. A best friend playing both sides in between meant anything you said would make it to the other ear. You could just picture him with the nastiest grin ready to tell your ex all you’ve said about him. Jimin does it to you, too, smiley and hyped about news he needs to tell you about Jungkook.
“Not everything is about you,” you sigh. The way he’s confronting you has suddenly decreased your appetite and replaced it with nervous adrenaline. “Why are you even here?”
“I can’t come check on you now?”
You scoff. “That’s not why you’re here.”
Jungkook licks the piercings in his bottom lip, a solemn expression of that of a puppy’s gracing his boyish features. His head falls to your shoulder in slight shame.
“You think that lowly of me?” He asks. “That I’d walk all this way in the rain for some ass?”
“You’ve done much worse,” you remind him, pushing him off so you don’t have to hear him manipulate his way back into your underwear. Not that it takes him much effort. You think he talks how he does because it makes his dick hard and easier for you to succumb.
Jungkook clicks his tongue at how you read him but follows closely behind you to the other side of the dorm, plopping down onto your bed right next to you like it’s his own and cuddling one of your many Sanrio plushies, half that he bought. You roll your eyes and grab the remote to put on old cartoons, realizing he’s not going anywhere.
Leave it to Jeon Jungkook to be the attached and sickeningly pathetic lover boy of an ex. You hate that he still wants to see you and hang out. You hate that he doesn’t disown you to other people and shit on your name. You hate that he holds onto the connection between you both like it’s his lifeline.
He treats you as you did when you were dating, and it fucking sucks. Even though you lost him, you still have him, and it eats at you that you pushed him away for shit he didn’t have anything to do with. It’s not fair how you’re treating him in return, and you know he deserves better.
Your mind isn’t in the right place to give itself to him like he wants. But your body is. Always.
So you only resist a little when he tugs you into his side, ensuing the push and pull of tonight’s theme. Undoubtedly, the best atmosphere for the best sex. Jungkook understands how he’ll have to play to get your tiny, lace panties down your legs.
Determined, obsessive, and just as hateful back to take control.
Jungkook caresses your skin for a while before he’s pulling you over him, hips pressed together and grabbing your wrists to keep you from fighting him.
“Just give it to me,” he grumbles against your neck, seeing no need to keep beating around the bush. “Don’t you know how bad I wanna fuck you?”
Of course you do. He shows it every time, acts like he can’t go a day without you being wrapped around him or he’ll go insane.
His mouth drags kisses down your jaw as if you’re his last everything and that he needs to prove to you he’s worthy by giving it his all. You briefly think about how deliciously bruised he’d have you in mere minutes when he starts teething at the spot on your neck, aiming to get your pussy drenched and inside of you as quick as possible. But you’re not stupid. Remembering why he’d came over.
“N-No marks.”
Jungkook pauses to lean back, chortling a “What?”
“Don’t give me a hickey.”
He blinks. “Why?”
Don’t you understand blooming little flowers on your flesh is his favorite foreplay for a reason…
You, however, hold his puppy dog eyes and state as seriously as you can, “I just want you to make me cum and then get out.”
Fuck, you’re being rude. But you couldn’t bring yourself to explain about your stupid dress and how you need your skin free of Jungkook’s stupid blemishes for your stupid date in less than 24 hours.
Hickeys mean someone is dicking you down. Hickeys mean you’re taken. You don’t want whoever to see Jungkook’s bruises on you and assume you have a lover.
And you’re positive he knows about it by how he tongues his cheek. Now you’ve pissed him off. He thought Jimin was half fucking with him when he mentioned you were seeing someone.
“Fine,” he huffs, maintaining a calm demeanor, and goes back to leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat. Obeying your wishes and using more tongue than suction.
His plush lips still get you horny nonetheless. They feel cloud-like against your sternum and the nipple Jungkook frees to suck in between them. He’s already so set on giving you what you want, well-versed in what to do, even the promises of not actually fucking you could deter him.
His bedroom eyes have your thighs clenching as he leans up to unzip his hoodie like he means business, revealing a tank top and toned arms, sharp tattoos. There’s a gold chain around his neck that adds to the sneaky-link/boyfriend look, and you go to mush imagining how you’re flopping this whole situationship so bad.
But it’s okay. Jungkook is fucking it up just as much, for he’s kind of an asshole behind the doe eyes and really fucking crazy about you. Had to work on some anger issues, but that emotion didn’t help win you back the first time. Now, it’s hard to tell what either of you are doing anymore and why he can’t leave you alone.
He doesn’t want you to become just a girl he used to know. Never.
A pretty girl who loves getting her pussy ate any time of the day isn’t how he wants to remember you either, but how could he stop giving you princess treatment, treat you as anything but? You are his princess, and that for sure isn’t going to be taken away.
Jungkook’s jacket is discarded on the floor and so are your soaked, delicate panties after he tugs them down your ankles. He noisily whines at you spreading your legs for him, aware how all the sparkling shades of brown and the bit of pink on the inside makes him want to devour you whole.
Your skin smells of your strawberry shortcake body wash when he bends to suck on your inner thigh, unapologetically biting and marking there because he really can’t help it. He doesn’t believe you’ll let anyone near his prized possession out of respect anyways, no matter who your date is. This is wholeheartedly his pussy.
It’s why you don’t complain about him adding more onto those fading bruises and willingly hold out your tongue when he brings his fingers to your mouth to suck. He sucks on them after you for good measure, rubbing your clit for a second before sliding two inside.
A dimpled smirk graces his face as you nod your head back against the pillows and moan, grabbing his wrist.
“There she is.”
Jungkook takes a swipe of your cunt with his tongue and slides his fingers in further. Just to tease you with what you’re missing, because he knows you love being stuffed full by his cock over oral... So then he’s taking them away from you, pulling you closer by your hips and settling your thighs over his shoulders. And plunging tongue first into your pussy.
His lip piercings rub against your folds as he sucks and nibbles, stiffening his muscle whenever it nudges your swollen clit. There’s no strategy in mind when he goes down on you, so he’s everywhere, licking hard, more so focused on how good you taste and the wetness coating his mouth.
Jungkook groans as you run your fingers through his scalp and push his head closer, arching your hips in a rhythm he hazily matches. You whimper a “fuck” when he lets you take control of his tongue for a second, tilting your head and tightening your thighs around his neck.
“Right there,” you tell him, watching him eat you out like he can’t get enough, hungrily kissing your cunt like he would your lips. He groans back in acknowledgment, not risking speaking over your buildup. But you don’t want to suffocate him, knowing how dirty you play when you’re about to orgasm.
So you push his curly hair back over his forehead to give him some air, seeing him slowly blink up at you with his tongue assaulting your entrance. His brows angrily furrow and his eyes roll closed as if he’s lucid dreaming this, like he’s in his own world. With the addition of his breathy moans on your pussy, you’d think he was addicted.
Jungkook has you cumming in less than seven minutes from his ministrations, although he could have hung it out for hours if he really wanted to. Your sexy, quick orgasm is worth it with how you’re trying to ride out the high, your legs squeezing his head and tongue captive while your cum oozes.
It always amazes him how he can eat you til you cream your pretty pussy right before his eyes. In addition, the rich and saccharine taste of your essence competes with that of strawberries and cream.
Chocolate-covered strawberries and cream to be exact.
He feels the need to let you in on it, too, and forces his tongue into your mouth. You moan and kiss him back, licking the taste of yourself off your lips when he disconnects.
“You really want me to get out?” Jungkook questions, breathless. You can feel his dick against your leg.
You shake your head. “No…”
You can’t have dessert without dinner anyways, right? Why did you think you would be able to kick him out right after? Jungkook is a certified munch and eats cat the same way he fucks. How could you pass up another round?
“No? You want me to fuck you, princess?” Jungkook whispers, your cunt throbbing in new arousal at how he holds your eyes for confirmation.
“Yes. I want you to.”
Jungkook purposely takes his time to pull off his muscle shirt, enjoying how you start toying with your nipples while you watch him undress.
You swear his sleeper build is insane. Muscles and abs, pert chest littered in hickeys you gave him a few nights back. Going feral over that deep v-line of his as he undoes his belt and tugs his baggy jeans down.
You literally moan at the sight of his pretty dick slapping up against his abdomen. You want to swallow it down your throat til you can’t breathe and choke, but then you think about how giving him the best suck of his life isn’t exactly “leave me alone” behavior… None of this is.
Jungkook is left in his gold chain necklace as he repositions between your legs, and you are already about to tear up when he pulls your hips up on his waist for the angle and spits on you. Mixing it in with your past orgasm and then over the dusky head of his dick as lubricant.
“Jungkook…”
He’s taking too long admiring his tip tease between your folds. He looks down at you with a smug grin.
“You want it that bad? Just so you can cry?”
You shyly glance away at the taunt, feeling small underneath him and not as in much control. He has the upper hand for the rest of the night, and it’s going to be hell.
Jungkook digests your silence as submissiveness, and he dislikes that. He wants you to bark back, get feisty with him, and equally as pissed as he is about that date. You would be livid if he was putting his attention into another woman.
It is pure betrayal he feels when he presses himself to your entrance and pushes in all the way. No moment to adjust like he usually gives you. Just hard and raw cock kissing your cervix in one thrust.
“What’s your fucking problem?” You hiss at the sudden sting. It’s ridiculous that you try to hold him back.
“You’re my fucking problem.”
It comes out in a growl, and before you can ask him what the fuck he means by that, he’s gripping your thighs to push them to your torso, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms around him and dig your nails into his back as he begins thrusting.
“Oh, fuckkk,” Jungkook whines in your ear. You’re tighter like this since he has to fuck you open and can feel you wetting his dick even more for easier slip. But he jerks his hips through the death grip you have around him that he’s sure he’s hitting your g-spot by how loud you’re getting.
His skin starts stinging from you scratching so sharply you draw blood, but he keeps going. You’re losing it, truly, grasping onto the back of his neck and shoulders to hold your ground as he fucks you hard into the mattress.
“I’m right here, princess,” he reassures you and pecks your lips. Your face is scrunched up in pure pleasure, mouth agape, eyes watering. “Feels good?”
You nod.
He knows it feels good, feels like you’re teetering between life and heaven.
“Yeah?”
“Y-Yes, yes, fuck, so good,” you loudly moan, palms falling to his shoulders when he angles his hips a bit deeper. You go to push him to let up, but he moves your hands out of the way, thrusts barely faltering. His stamina and consistency is nothing to play with.
You get a good grip on the hair at the back of his neck next, but it doesn’t stop shit. If anything, Jungkook seems to enjoy how hard you tug at his damp hair while he pounds into you ruthlessly. Speeding up as if he’s about to cum like a masochist, but controlling himself to glide into the pace again.
You want to pass out from how he’s beating your pussy like you owe him money. Your ex is too strong to shove off you, and you’re only weakening with every snap of his pelvis against yours, with every fluttering in your lower stomach. Your eyes are pricking in tears, and you know your orgasm is at the edge.
“Is my princess gonna cry?” Jungkook asks, yanking your hands off of him again and actually stopping to give you a breather. “She’s so big and bad until I fuck her…”
Jungkook lets you fight at him for a bit more because, yeah, you really can’t take dick. Definitely not good, mental dick like his. You cum a lot from the slight pain, though, so he isn’t going to ever deny you your sick pleasure.
Plus, you love it so much. Getting thrown around and manhandled how he likes. He can barely pick up a rhythm after he pins your wrists down to the bed beside your head, you clinging onto him with a baby trapping grip. He grinds so thickly into your walls and against your love button to make damn sure you can sense him in your stomach days later.
Jungkook maintains eye contact as he looks you in the face and lets you cry about it, saying sweet nothings on how pretty you look and how you’re taking his big cock like a good girl. You cum again, holding out for Jungkook so that he can, too. Which he does by pulling out and cumming on top of your sex. He just needed to see that creamy ring around his shaft and knew he could finally let go.
You both lie side by side to calm down and cool off afterwards, staring up at your fairy lights quietly and listening to the sound of another thunderstorm brewing outside. Until your ex tries to cuddle into you, and your heart beats to hurt as much as your cervix.
“Get out.”
“No.”
You sigh. No shit it wasn’t going to be as easy as telling him to leave.
It’s back to ignoring him while you get up and head to the bathroom to pee and turn on the shower. Jungkook, to no surprise, slips in behind you, too. The shower is only big enough for one person, but he doesn’t care. He gets into the crowded space with you, wrapping his arms around your waist with his soft cock against your ass.
You clean and lather each other in your strawberry shortcake body wash and complimentary lotion before leaving the bathroom. Jungkook gets in your bed butt ass naked, so you decide you mine as well do the same.
You allow him to hold you this time, tracing your waist and the curve of your spine until you doze off.
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The thin scarf around your neck shockingly looks amazing with your strapless dress.
It’s more natural and fashionable in a not-trying-too-hard-to-impress-your-date kind of way since it covers some skin, although you wouldn’t have to wear the damn scarf if you didn’t wake up to Jungkook next to you.
You forgot he chokes you until you’re near death so that your orgasm has a higher chance of killing you than he does. Now you have a dark fingerprint bruise on your neck and ten more on your hips.
He finally allowed you to kick him out by afternoon after demolishing another fruit bowl dessert you made him, to which you’re sure that’s not the last of him, but it’ll do for tonight. He’s the biggest cockblock, and you’d be stupid to bring your date back here if it gets far.
Unfortunately, the universe continues to voice its disdain for the split from your ex and prevents you from escaping him.
Your date, a college peer, brings up Jungkook over and over at the restaurant. Asking if you two were high school sweethearts, seeing each other, or if he needed to talk to Jungkook before taking you seriously. Like he needed a blessing from him.
Detaching Jungkook’s name from yours and yours from his would be impossible when everyone watched your relationship from beginning to end, rooted for you both. Jungkook lives in your skin everywhere you go, and you have to accept it.
The evening gets boring fast. The guy is more interested in you and your ex’s situationship than you. And constantly bringing up how gorgeous you look and that your skin is glowing, instead of any individuality questions. You think he would personally praise Jungkook if you told him he was the reason for the afterglow.
You don’t order dessert or bother to offer more of your time by declining his ride back to the other side of campus. It starts raining, too, but you decide better on going alone.
You’re waiting for an available lyft ride when you get a message, your battery beginning to drain the rest of the juice it has left.
chimmy🤍: lol ur date thinks ur into him
chimmy🤍: texted me that he thinks ur really cute and wants another date
you: 🖕🏽hell no.
you: he’s boring and jungkook would scare his ass off easily
you: not for me :(
you: just tell him I had a great time
chimmy🤍: will do 🫡
chimmy🤍: did u make it back already??
You glance around the half empty restaurant and the dark parking lot being pelted in rain. On the app, there’s no rides nearby because of the thunderstorm.
you: im gonna walk
chimmy🤍: bitch.
chimmy🤍: if u dont text ur man
chimmy🤍: i set up the perfect date for u two to angry fuck
you: we did that last night and this morning but whatever
chimmy🤍: gasp!
chimmy🤍: fucking disgusting how u cant keep ur hands to yourselves geez..
chimmy🤍: text him
You groan, but you try not to think twice about sending Jungkook your location right before your phone fades to black. You feel terrible about texting him after the way you’ve been treating him as disposable, so you wouldn’t be mad if he decides to ignore you.
It’s fine.
The rain doesn’t seem to be slowing down almost ten minutes later, and you deserve to get drenched in this date outfit.
As you go to step off the covered platform, a figure suddenly knocks into you from the street. They stop you from tripping over yourself in your heels, holding you upright.
It’s Jungkook.
Dripping wet and panting as if he’d ran a marathon.
You weren’t expecting him to come…
“What happened? Why are you crying?” He rushes over his words after getting a good look at you. “Where is he? Imma fuck him up.”
You can’t help but to giggle at Jungkook looking inside of the restaurant windows for the guy, more emotional tears stinging your eyes. You hadn’t noticed you were crying the whole time you were standing here.
“I’m okay.”
You hug him, wiping your runny nose on his wet t-shirt. Jungkook squeezes you tight for a minute, noticing you still sniffling and steps back to cradle your face.
“Then why are you crying, princess? Tell me.”
“Nothing. It’s nothing,” you sigh. Pulling his palms from your cheeks and holding one of his hands. You can’t believe your feelings right now. “Let’s just go. Please?”
Jungkook looks from you to your hand and then back at you again. It’s been a while since you’ve held his hand platonically, but he instinctively grips yours back, comforting.
“Wherever you wanna go, princess. I’m right here.”
“With you,” you say.
“Okay, princess.”
Jungkook removes his jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It’s soaking, but it’s the principle that makes you gush at him being so boyfriend and so adorable.
You offer your hand again before he twines his fingers between yours, stepping out into the cold, pouring rain, walking contently through the darkness together.
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pixieknj · 1 year
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ʚ💌ɞ 𓂅⋆ | JJK (18+)
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — 🎀💌🌷 “i’ll ruin your f^cking life, baby”
❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: domestic, smut, some fluff, idol AU
❥summary: Jungkook still can’t seem to sleep…
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❥!!warnings!!: implied sexual activity while tipsy in the beginning
❥other warnings: oral (male receiving), sexual intercourse, riding, raw sex (please use protection!), creampie, nipple sucking, sleepy & domestic jungkook being a menace omggggg, bratty jungkook 💌, ft. bam
❥word count: 2.4k
-inspo: jungkook’s recent live, this gif from btsjkgifs on twitter, these tweets🍓 🌷 ⭐️
-author’s note: Impromptu fic. I was wishing for him to shut this shit off and go to sleep, because watching it all in real time was just… Heart aching💔 If I were to ever actually have/want a bf, he would have to remind me of jungkook like… I’m not cuddling with anyone else!
-Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽✨
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Jungkook’s—can’t sleep—text would’ve woken you up if you weren’t already struggling to keep your eyes shut from listening to him karaoke sing and giggle all night.
You were tucked into his dark sheets, dreading having to give up the body heat you’d created and embraced as your boyfriend had fun. This side of the apartment was too freezing to walk through, but your phone dinged again and you didn’t need much more convincing to join Jungkook.
baby :((
You slip away from his bed and pad across the shiny, wood floorboards of his home. Thinking about why he didn’t end the live earlier as you’d seen comments begging him to rest. You knew he wanted to spend quality and special time with them, but his schedule wasn’t empty for tomorrow. And he looked sleepy for a good portion of the broadcast. He never knew when to say goodbye, because he never wanted to.
The door to his den creaks a little when you twist and push it open. Bam is the first to greet you, looking just as tired as his dad, who was laying his head on his forearm on the couch. You pet Bam for a few before you’re telling him to go to his bed. He should be able to rest now that your boyfriend is done…
“Baby…” You hear him grumble.
Jungkook looks sleepier in person, eyes blinking at you slowly while you approach in your cozy sweatpants and fuzzy socks. He groggily pulls you into his side on the cushions, weakly hugging you and bringing his nose to your neck for comfort.
You realize you’re tired, too, when you fold into him and a yawn escapes.
“Did I keep you up?”
You hum at the deep baritone of his voice.
“‘m sorry, baby,” he slurs.
His fluffy hair falls over your face as he cuddles into your chest in apology. It’s believable that he’s sorry when the chill of his palms slide past the band of your sweats to grope your ass and pull you impossibly closer, offering affection and skin-ship.
“I’m so sleepy now… but can’t… sleep.”
Your fingers curl in his strands, brushing his long hair up into a makeshift ponytail and letting it all fall for the fun of it. “Yeah?”
Jungkook nods, his round eyes fluttering as he leans up to press his forehead to yours. Then, do you smell the beer on his lips and remember that he’d been drinking. No wonder.
“You’re drunk?” You ask.
“No…” he pouts, but then sighs. “Just a little…”
“Bam has an appointment today,” You say, glancing over at the dog in his bed already sleeping. “It’s after 6.”
“I knowww…” Your boyfriend whines. You can tell he’s no where near regretful of staying up all night, but it wasn’t the most responsible choice. He probably wasn’t going to be able to take Bam to the vet now.
After a moment, he looks to finally be dozing off to the sound of your breathing, the warmth of your skin underneath your clothing, and your nails massaging his scalp. You start closing your eyes, too, until you feel him shift on top of you and press his soft lips to your chin.
This man must have an adrenaline rush. Singing and dancing didn’t wear him out?
“Jungkook…” You groan, noticing how he’s riling you up as his wet kisses continue to your nose, lips, and cheeks, trailing along your jawline. “It’s cold.”
“‘m not doing anything,” he breathily chuckles.
He’s lying, but you let him have at it. It’s annoying yet too adorable how he peppers you in kisses and buries his head in your neck to playfully bite and suck. You tangle your legs around his body and prepare to fall sleep, but he has other plans. As you expected.
“Baby… Are you really sleep?” One of his hands circles around your hip to brush his fingers over the front of your cotton panties. “Don’t ignore me…”
Since he can’t find slumber, he’s going to make it your problem until he can.
“Take care of me,” he temptingly whispers. He’s plain rude and unfair when he dips his fingers past the seam and drags his thumb between your lower lips, rubbing your dampening folds up and down. “Please…”
He’s such a… brat.
But that’s a trait in him you hold so dearly and don’t mind feeding into.
It’s his puppy face and his wavy hair and the tattoos and piercings… his toned, hard body paired with his soft behavior… the flirting and teasing he knows that ticks you just right like the minx he is.
It’s him that has you moving out from underneath his weight and getting your easy ass on your knees before him on the floor. Your pretty boyfie wants to be taken care of and put to rest how he likes it. You couldn’t refuse him that.
Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open as he situates himself on the cushions and man-spreads for your body to fit between his legs. His tattooed hand comes down to palm himself over his sweats, creating some friction to get himself ready. But he’s not doing it rough enough, so you replace your hand with his and fondle him until his print starts tenting.
A husky grumble leaves his mouth as you pull his pants and Calvin Klein boxers a few inches down to let his dick free. He’s not completely hard yet, but you quickly replace the chill of the room hitting his sensitive tip with the hotness of your mouth. Deep throating him til he grows to full potential.
“Jagiya…” he moans, you quite literally blessing a nostalgic purr throughout his nerves. Jungkook brings your braids to one side of your neck for a better view of you taking him. You’re going slow and kind of carelessly, but the pace and feel of the back of your tongue is the best for how fatigued he is right now.
Jungkook lets his head fall back on the furniture while you pleasure him, eyes rolling closed and biting at his lip piercing when you suction your lips.
“I think I’m asleep already… You’re… a fucking dream, baby…” He says.
Your mouth starts to quirk at his corny joke, but you hold your laugh in. It’s actually cute, and you didn’t want to get lectured on why you should support all of his quips. Because he’d stop in the middle of this and whip out 100 reasons why.
You blink up to see that he seems to be dozing off again, finally being put to rest after falling victim to a mere blowjob. Your tongue slows over the veins of his girthy cock as you take him out of your mouth and stop…
But then he shuffles and runs his hand through his wild hair, acting as if he was just sitting there and enjoying it with his eyes shut. You react quickly and pump him, letting spit that you gathered bubble around his plush head as you kiss it.
Jungkook caught onto you though.
“Not sleep yet, baby.”
“Jungkook,” you whine, and he chuckles. “Go to sleep! You’re fighting it on purpose at this point.”
“You just edged me…” He yawns, grinning. “You’re getting lazy with your love for me, yeah?”
“All you have to do is close your eyes,” you mumble.
Jungkook doesn’t agree with that very reasonable theory. You think he’s going to go to sleep when you just gave him head with no pussy to follow? He still has plenty of fight left in him.
“You know what’s gonna put me to sleep, jagiya…” He says lowly, thumbing your spit-soaked lips that match his equally wettened cock.
Brat.
Bam was certainly going to miss his appointment with the way Jungkook was fucking with you.
You get up and pull down your sweats, quick to hop onto your boyfriend’s lap because of the cold. He greedily kisses you and wraps his arm around your waist, pushing you down by your thigh to make you hump his erection. It only takes a couple of grinds for you to be dripping with the need of him inside your walls.
You both yawn in synchronization as Jungkook fists himself and pulls your panties out the way, teasing you with just the tip. There’s that whimper in the back of your throat when his bulbous head first pushes through your entrance. Your boyfriend becoming a groaning and huffing mess as he works you down on him to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” he cusses beneath you when you begin moving, sliding his hand underneath your pullover so that your nipples can perk up how he wants to see. “I’m not going to sleep at all today.”
It’s a compliment and a promise that he wants to fuck you for a long while, but it makes you playfully roll your eyes at him. Cause hell no. He was not about to keep you awake any longer.
So you brace higher on your knees and grip the back of the couch for leverage. Jungkook’s arms lock around your hips, palms on your cheeks, and your other hand falls to his bicep, fingers grazing the array of tattoos on his skin.
He unevenly breathes at his favorite position you’ve gotten into but surprisingly doesn’t frame you for basically cheating this game. You don’t mention it either. You just gracefully fuck yourself down on his dick, gripping it so tight with your pussy that it has to be tragically slow and deep.
Your boyfriend won’t last long. He’s too lethargic to fight and fuck you back.
Jungkook sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, lazily tracing his tongue around the ring of it, sucking hard when you grasp his hair and force him to keep going. Being filled and loved on at the same time like this is about to have you change your mind and stay up all night, too.
“Mmm,” your boyfriend moans, tilting his head up to stare you in the face, licking over the hoop in his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You spoil me so much…”
“Cause you’re a spoiled brat,” you tell him, and he grins like one.
“You close?” He rasps and starts giving your clit some pressure.
You were barely teetering on the edge of an orgasm, since it’d only been a few minutes of sex that’s slower than usual. But you hum and keep rocking your hips for him because you knew he was.
His grunts and sounds of sweet satisfaction enhance when he shoots his load up into you. It actually pisses you off at how quickly his body limps and how he looks to be falling asleep post-orgasm. Still inside of you. With no goodnight kisses and hugs.
You firmly grip his chin to make him slit his eyes open.
“At least give me attention when you nut in me,” you mumble. You took him so well and made him cum… Jungkook not wanting to see how full of his semen he made you is unheard of.
“Cute,” your boyfriend blinks lovingly at you, bunny teeth pulling into a smile at your bratty pout. Now you wanted his attention? “That’s so cute.”
Your heart becomes infested with butterflies at how adorable he is admiring you and flirting with you.
Nope. You needed to move now or you both were never going to make it to bed.
So you move off of him and onto the couch, putting your panties back in place so that you don’t ruin the pillows with Jungkook’s cumshot. You go to pull your pullover back down, but he stops you.
“You didn’t cum yet,” he says, crawling over your body and grabbing your boobs in his veiny hands. He yawns again. His eyes are fighting to stay open.
“It’s fine, go to sleep,” you whisper.
He doesn’t listen. He starts pecking down your sternum and belly, hair flowing across your ribs. He’s determined to go lower, but you tighten your legs and push his head away.
“Babyyy,” he whines. You’re stronger than him right now, so he has no choice but to quit resisting. He stops moving, and you laugh at how your palm sits on his forehead.
“Just—let me eat your pussy one more time,” Jungkook begs, thinking those big eyes and pouty lips were going to get you again.
Hell, he didn’t even know what he was talking about. ‘One more time’ when he hadn’t done it at all yet? He was so tired that he was delirious. You didn’t want him to fall asleep with his face between your legs. And Jungkook is heavy when he’s dead weight.
“Go to sleep,” You coo again in his ear, coercing him to lay on your chest once you help put his dick away and cover yourself with your top. You’ll worry about cleaning each other later.
“Hmph…” He plops down on top of you with attitude like the brat he is. Bickering to himself as he glares you down, trying to intimidate you to change your mind.
“I have such a pretty girlfriend and can’t eat her out? Now you’re being mean to me?”
It’s hilarious how serious he is. Spoiled. As. Hell.
You just play in his hair and rub over his ears until his breathing slows. You’re granted success when he moves up to kiss you on the lips—a goodnight kiss—that lingers for a few seconds.
But, of course, he can’t have you thinking you’re off the hook. His baby has to cum.
“When I wake up, I’m gonna eat you out for hours and edge you til you cry,” he whispers. “I’ll ruin your fucking life, baby.”
You bite your lip and nod, softly kissing him in a silent response. You didn’t want to challenge him to a good time by speaking. He would never sleep.
Thankfully, he finds peace in you accepting your doom and lies down on your breasts, a smirk on his pretty face as he finally drifts off to dreamland.
It’s so hot when Jungkook acknowledges the power he has. Solidifying that he knows what he does to you by simply existing gets you insane…
You stay awake and watch the ethereal being rest until daylight breaks through.
Bam jolts awake as if he knows his own appointment time and would need to wake his dad. But you slip from underneath your boyfriend and let him get his deserved sleep, feeding Bam and preparing to take him to the vet.
You’ll sleep when they’re all taken care of.
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oui | PJM (18+)
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❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: jimin X black!reader
❥genre: dating, smut, some angst and fluff
❥summary: almost getting caught with your boyfriend…
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❥!!warnings!!: none
❥other warnings: riding, missionary, protected sex/condom use [please use protection!], sneaky sex, almost getting caught by parents
❥word count: 2.1k
-inspo: link + jimin in this frat jacket gives me 90’s boyfriend vibes (idk what period this outfit would fit into tbh I’m a ‘02 baby)
-song inspo: oui- jeremih (slowed + reverbed) [a song that I imagine jimin’s ethereal face to]
-author’s note: this was supposed to be on time for Jimin’s birthday but yk how it goes. hope you enjoy!!🤍✨
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“Shh…”
“Your parents are home, remember?”
Jimin’s mumbling against your lips reminds you that you two are indeed not alone as you feel each other up on your bed. The plethora of red markings around his throat wasn’t going to be received well either if your room was busted into, but that was why you’d locked the door after sneaking your boyfriend in. No interruptions.
“They’re sleep,” you mutter, pulling Jimin back to your mouth with a sigh. The shuffling of clothing as he allows you to roll over on top of him is making you irritated that he isn’t naked yet.
Jimin finds it adorable—how needy you get in his presence, how needy you were during the screening. A drive thru scary movie couldn’t even hold your attention long enough to stop you from palming him through his navy pants in his old-school Cadillac. You were close to giving him a handjob, but he had the roof down and too many people were there.
Having to deal with you being dick obsessed was challenging, but having to deal with you being dick obsessed all while dodging your strict guardians was a skill.
And your parents loved sweet, little Jimin. Proposing how he was such a great choice in a boyfriend and how they would have endeared a son like him. He wouldn’t be so respectful in their eyes if they knew how he really made you get down.
Jimin was terrified of being found out, but never afraid to ask you to—
“Strip.”
You’re not even able to get your top all the way off before he’s cupping your breasts through the bra and bringing his mouth close to kiss you over your cleavage. You hold a giggle in at how ticklish his tongue feels there but eventually push him into your sea of pillows to get up and finish undressing.
You unbutton your jeans as he undoes his pants, him snickering at you getting your foot stuck and close to busting your ass.
“In a rush? Or are you that excited?” He asks.
To hide your embarrassed face, you turn around to get your pants off correctly. “Shut up. How many times have you had your nut cut short? I’m helping you out by trying to be quick.”
You hear him sexily groan when you bend over to get your underwear down your legs, so you look over your shoulder. His eyes flit away just in time and glance about the room as if he wasn’t staring at you get naked for him.
He becomes “fascinated” with the lamp on your desk, a smirk playing on his smart mouth. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m leaving with one tonight.”
“We’ll see.”
You unfasten your bra and throw your date outfit in the dirty clothes, in case you had to make your room as inconspicuous as possible if you heard footsteps.
Jimin wasn’t thinking as far as you as he usually would, for he was lying back on your bed with his eyes low and his lip caught between his teeth, dick out and proud as he raked his gaze over your nude body.
He bit down on his finger for a second before slowly blinking, and saying…
“Come ride this dick, baby.”
Jimin looks like a wet dream amongst your blankets with each step you take. A gorgeous smile graces his face as you hop on the bed and into his lap, his plump lips then forming into an O when you bypass his cock and lift up his shirt to see his abs. You were going to get every glimpse you could of your fine man if he had to stay fully dressed.
You kiss again for good measure, him thumbing your brown nipples while you run your fingertips along his strong V line. It’s going good until Jimin pulls out a condom from his pocket, rips it with his teeth, and rolls it past his pretty, mauve tip.
“No noise,” you say lowly.
“No noise,” he promises. He holds out his pinky with a goofy grin to cross it with yours.
Then, he’s gripping his shaft and pulling you closer by the waist to drag his thick head between your wet lips. You bite your tongue as you move to sink down on him on your cozy bed.
“Fu—!”
“Jimin!” You hiss, clamping his mouth shut before he can finish his yell. Once his breathing slows, you move your hand and halt your hips so he can catch himself.
“What happened to no noise?”
“You sat on my dick in one go,” he argues beneath you. “What did you think was gonna happen?”
“You break your promise every time,” you roll your eyes, out of breath, as you tilt your hips up.
“But you feel so good,” he whines. “I make you so wet, I should be allowed to scream about it…”
“You can when we get alone.”
Because now wasn’t the time to be loud. You had to uphold an innocent persona for Jimin with your strict parents, and being found out would have you grounded at home until the holiday break was over.
You don’t let the risk stop you from slowly riding your boyfriend though, just grinding into him enough to relieve tension. Jimin’s loving hands on your tits soothes your nerves down to let it last for a while, not really chasing an orgasm and reveling in the feel of one another. But your toes keep curling, he smacks your ass in encouragement, and it starts becoming worth getting caught.
Jimin’s groans fall huskier as his blonde hair sticks to his sweaty forehead in waves. Your pace picks up and there’s a little squeak in your bed that makes you anxious, but Jimin and his dick is hitting you so deep and sweetly that you don’t care.
Until there’s a noise downstairs that has you stop for a second to listen out.
“No one’s coming,” Jimin hotly groans, leaning up to initiate the kiss again and gripping your hips to get you to keep going. He’s getting to his limit and wants to fill the condom up before his orgasm is ripped away.
“You’re still being too loud,” you hum against his lips. Your fingers drag through the back of his touseled hair as you begin bouncing again, going as far as trying to get his varsity jacket off.
“Do your parents really think you’re a good girl?” He mumbles. The sound of your juices and his dick gliding inside of you was what was making all the noise, having fucked you messy while you were supposed to be sleeping like a good, educated daughter.
“No,” you say. “But they think you’re a good guy, who has the best intentions for me. And wants to wait til marriage for sex.”
Jimin lies back into your pillows and admires the way your body moves on top of him, the wet ring you’ve made around the condom. “Well, I guess we’re married then.”
You giggle as you bend down to lay chest-to-chest. “Mhm.”
Jimin slides his tongue in your mouth for a passionate kiss before you lift up enough to keep the tip in, teasing. With a groan, he stuffs you all the way back down on his cock which causes you to moan a bit too loudly.
There’s a quick, heavy knock on the door.
Oh, shit.
“You okay, honey?”
It was your dad.
Your heart leaps out of your chest in fear as you move to get off of Jimin, but he scowls at you and holds you down to keep your hips flush to his.
“No, fuck,” he begs through the muted sound of skin slapping against skin. “A little longer, babe.”
“What was that, honey?” Your dad questions again. You have no choice but to answer.
“N-Nothing!” You yell back. “I’m fine!”
You motion for your boyfriend to chill out, though he’s too concentrated on deep stroking your pussy to listen.
“You sure?” The doorknob jiggles, and even though it’s locked, you quite literally piss yourself. Or cum, you can’t tell what the heat is knotting up your stomach. “I heard a noise a few minutes ago…?”
Jimin has a mischievous grin on his face as he watches you try to conjure up an excuse and takes the opportunity to roll over on top. You stutter over your words while he fits himself between your legs and starts thrusting with an easier angle.
“Y-Yes! I… just—! Dropped something, s-sorry!” Your voice squeaks at the end of your lie, but you’re able to cut out anymore noise that wants to escape your mouth as you throw your head back and let Jimin fuck you.
It has you clenching rapidly around your boyfriend’s cock that any wrong move could expose you both.
“Why can’t you be honest with him, babe?” Jimin murmurs huskily into your ear, biting along your jawline.
“Why is the door locked?” Your dad asks as he tries the doorknob again.
A particularly hard thrust makes you dig your nails into Jimin’s forearm. He feels satisfied at the small whine he pulls from your throat, your scared yet seductive eyes watching where you’re both connected at.
“Tell him that you’re getting fucked so good…” Jimin dares.
It takes everything in you to ignore Jimin and his thick dick ramming into you and his Busan dialect whispering a challenge. This is the guy who blushes every time your parents compliment him, the guy who shyly asked your father about starting a relationship with you. His duality is no fucking joke.
You finally manage to tell your dad, “I’m studying!”
Jimin tsks, but your father lets you have that excuse. Unlike your mom would have.
“Oh, okay… goodnight.”
You let out a relieved sigh when you hear your dad walk away and down the hall. Sure, you were safe for now. But he’s not stupid.
“He knows,” you say to your boyfriend as he lifts your legs higher up on his hips. “We can say it was another study session sleepover if my dad brings it up.”
“They believe I don’t be beating up this pussy in here?” Jimin scoffs boyishly, smirking.
You hold your whimper when he starts fucking you again. “Mmm, whatever. Our excuse needs to match in the morning.”
“Sir, your horny daughter wouldn’t stop touching my dick on our date—the one she snuck out to, by the way—and she snuck me into her room so we could have sex. How does that sound?”
“Jiminnn~” You whine in annoyance at his goofiness and the pleasure he’s blessing onto you. You want to participate in his joke, but you’re becoming too dick dumb and incoherent to as your climax starts building again.
He knows you want to speak, but Jimin already takes a little while to cum, per why these quick and sneaky hookups usually end with a painfully hard boner.
“Just cum on me and then we can worry about it later,” he whispers.
Jimin pounds into your pussy like no one’s home. It’s easy to cum when you’re rubbing your clit to the beat of his hips and begging him to fuck you harder. He’s able to get his orgasm then, filling the condom full and kissing you so that his moans aren’t too loud.
Your limbs untangle from around each other so that he can get up and toss the condom in the bin underneath your desk. He falls into the bed next to you after cleaning up and throwing a t-shirt over your nude body.
“Bonnet on,” he reminds, snatching it from underneath your pillows and tucking your hair into it. He kisses your forehead as he finds another movie to watch for the rest of the night on TV. You’re too sleepy though, so you cuddle your face into his varsity jacket and close your eyes.
A light knocking at the door is what awakens you in the morning. Your mom.
“Honey? Breakfast is done!”
You’re surprised she isn’t banging and asking why the door is locked. Even Jimin is a bit on edge of your mother’s demeanor as he rubs his eyes. You assume she woke up on the good side of her bed today. Or your dad kept his mouth shut about last night.
So you keep it cool and say, “Thanks! I’ll be down in a few!”
You did not expect to hear, “Okay! And tell Jimin there’s some for him, too!”
“Fuck,” Jimin threw his head back on the pillows with a laugh. You hid your face in his chest in embarrassment. Of course she knew he was here.
“Thanks, Mrs. ________!” Your boyfriend calls to her, and you swear you can hear your mom roll her eyes before laughing. Maybe they knew of this all along and let you think you were getting away with it.
“Come and eat quickly, you two!”
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need to know | JJK (18+)
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❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: virgin!jungkook X experienced!reader // black!reader
❥genre: bestfriends to lovers AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: Jungkook’s tired of you teasing him…
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❥!!warnings!!: some implied sexual activity while under the influence of alcohol/tipsy
❥other warnings: dry humping, first time sex, fingering, hickeys, subby and impatient koo ouch💔, koo finds out he has a breeding kink?, unprotected sex (please use protection!), car sex [it’s kinda my thing now lol], LOTS of stuttering, nudity, some oral (fem receiving)
❥notice: none
❥word count: 4.4k
-inspo: from song Need To Know- Doja Cat✨ I love this song especially the slowed + reverbed version Doja ate this up🙈 this has literally been in the works since the song first came out
-author’s note: I don’t have any writing about virgin JK and kinda wanted to do something a bit like Angel but reversed so😩🤲🏽🤲🏽. A lot of you liked Angel and I even got a message from a sweet reader on my Instagram about it, hope they see this one🥺😭💓💗!!
-Hope you enjoy!💕✨
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With a hesitant fidget in his hand, Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh when he finally squeezes the softness of your left breast through the fabric of your top. He’s positive you can feel how embarrassingly erect he is against your thigh, getting harder when he realizes you weren’t wearing a bra the entire night of your friend date at the brush of your nipple on his thumb. You let out your own sigh into his mouth at how soft he’s handling you, palms burning on his chest to ground yourself. 
No, your best friend isn’t planning on losing his V-card in the backseat of his car, so you think. One peck just turned into more pecks and then into a full-blown make out session. It’s always like this when you both let loose a bit too much, when Jungkook fusses about not being able to find the “right one” in the club or party to lose his virginity to… It’s not like leaving with his virginity was a fail, not when he gets the luxury of experimenting with you more instead.
It was like he was a hormonal teenager again: experiencing intense desire and sexual attraction for you all while trying to keep things friendly and civil.
“Y-You’re…” Jungkook suddenly breathes out as if he’s in pain, and you pull back with a concerned look, anxious about doing something wrong or having made the soft, virgin boy uncomfortable. 
In the dimness of the car, Jungkook can make out your plump and bitten lips, and you have no idea how hot you look right now. It feels so much more than platonic when you caress the back of his neck with manicured nails, softly asking, “What is it? Did I hurt you…?”
His fluffy hair grazes against your wrist as he shakes his head. “No… you’re—“ he grips your hip in his other hand, “—pushing up on it…”
Jungkook reaches down between you two to adjust himself in his pants as you ponder on what he’s talking about, but the it won’t stay down and ends up right back at your inner thigh. You hadn’t noticed it before. While sitting on his lap, you’ve only been focused on being good for him with the practice kissing. But now your mouth curls into a sick, sinister smirk. 
Jungkook ends up stammering over his words, because he can’t believe how humiliating this is. Of course he’s gotten hard many of times thinking about you or being with you, but it’s very shaming having you know about it. His best friend. That he kinda sorta most definitely has feelings for. 
“J-Just ignore it.” His face is red. 
“You’re hard?” You make note of without a care in the world, shameless as you glance down at the bulge begging for your attention.
Jungkook is frozen underneath you at your curiosity towards his problem, as if you haven’t seen a few. But you just wrap your arms back around his neck and bring yourself closer. 
“I don’t know,” you mumble against the mole on his neck, a smile against his skin. “It’s kinda cute that you’re hard for me.” His heart leaps in his chest. 
“O-Oh.”
You sit up a little at his passive reaction, thinking you’ve gone too far or something. When he only looks at you, you mutter a “Sorry…” and opt to just get off of his lap as a whole for making it awkward, but he holds you there.
“N-No, no,” he desperately pulls you closer by the waist, not wanting you to go any-fucking-where. “I like when you say things like that to me…”
“Hm, do you?” You slur, and before he can swallow and nod, you tilt his head back, slipping into your role dynamic that’s going to for sure keep him up tonight. 
“Y-Yes,” he responds, doe eyes hazing over yours. He wants to have you so bad. So damn bad.
You don’t say anything else as you bring your lips back to his, and Jungkook doesn’t hold back. He makes the kiss sloppy, breathless, throwing moans into your mouth as you start to grind down on the erection in his pants. The guttural sound he lets out is almost barbaric. Your hips keep rolling, the pressure of your cunt nudging against the mushroom head in his jeans is more stimulating than when you humped his thigh. He’s shaking.
“Koo~” you let yourself moan just as much as him and rock against the erection at a different angle. His head leans into your collarbone, big hands guiding you back and forth, up and down on his lap. You can’t hold in your sounds, and it’s making Jungkook confident in how you’re enjoying him. Your wetness seeping through his jeans only brings him closer to the edge.
“You’re d-driving me crazy, ________,” he stutters in between moans and the shallow nips to your neck. He’s zeroing in on how close you are, how he can pull himself out easily, beg you to ride him. He’ll let you take his innocence if only you’d just ask. It doesn’t matter to him anymore. What you feel like wrapped around his cock is all he’s been craving. 
“I want it,” he whines desperately into the kiss on your mouth. It’s needy, and he’s pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth, panting as he grips the smooth flesh of your thighs underneath your skirt. “P-Please, please.”
The swell of him on your clit and his whimpers have you gasping, and it’s no where near enough… But you can’t. And you won’t. Not to your best friend. Not to Koo. 
“We should stop…” you mumble to him as you pause your movement. You’re also sticky and wet and yearning for what’s in his pants, but you ignore it. “You should’ve went with that blondie that was all over you… She was cute.”
Jungkook wants to cry like a big baby as you start to remove your warm body off of his legs. He has a painful hard-on as solid as a rock, but the fact that you won’t give him what he so badly wants hurts worse. You always run away before things can go too far, and Jungkook wants to give you something so amazing no matter how clueless he is on the woman body and sex.
So he grips your hips, hard. His stubby nail beds dig into your skin. “Please, ________,” he begs softly. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
He’s serious.
You sit yourself back down on his lap. You have a curious look on your cute face, doll eyes waiting for his lips to move in clarification.
“You keep teasing me…” He doesn’t know if his heart is pounding in fear of rejection or at the words he says next that have never left his mouth before: “I wanna fuck you so bad, ________…”
You suck in an intense breath and adjust yourself awkwardly on his lap. Was that too direct? 
“Koo,” you start with a nervous sigh. “You know we can’t.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightens along with the hold on your hips. He’s tired of having this conversation. “Because I’m a virgin?”
You glance back and forth between his eyes to figure out if he’s still being genuine. “Yes… that’s the sole reason, Koo.”
He huffs. “I don’t care how I lose it.” Did you not think about the fact that he’s been actively looking to get rid of it? Well, sort of… He’s never been interested in actually having sex with the random women who hit on him.
“Jungkook,” you sigh again, and the use of his government name is unsettling. “Maybe you only want to have sex with me because you know I’m not as innocent or something? You’re just thinking with your dick, and I’m just trying to help you not.”
Was Jungkook only thinking with his cock? No… The thought of having sex with you has occupied his mind too many times, but he doesn’t see you as someone easy to pounce on because of your popular hoe status. He now assumes you expect him to be a bad lay since he’s inexperienced. You throw the fact that he is a virgin in his face a lot, so it makes sense. Why would you want to be his first when he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing?
“I know what I want,” Jungkook mumbles, face flushing as he face-plants into your chest in embarrassment. “I want you.”
Your best friend’s hands tightly gripping your bare skin teases you with the thought of how skilled they are in drawing, playing the guitar, gaming… There’s not a doubt in your mind that those dexterous fingers could do wonders. And the cock you’re sitting on is bigger than most you’ve had. You already knew that from the many times it’d press up against you during cuddles, but that was easy to ignore since it was a natural reaction. Now he’s begging to put it in you, and it’s much more real.
You’ve noticed that your virgin, male bestie has always looked fuckable amongst his shy and timid persona, and right now you can feel all those hard grooves of his stomach muscles and the broadness of his shoulders, the way he’s clinging on to your body...
There’s this sudden urge in your chest to wreck him in the sweetest way.
“Well…” You tilt his chin up from your bust with your nail and bring your lips close to his. You don’t want to expose your eagerness, but you are so down for him. “I’ve never had virgin cock before, so you should make it worth my time.”
Jungkook visibly gulps, and you hope for a second that you scared him away. But he’s competitive and not one to back down from anything. “O-Okay.”
That wasn’t so hard, but for a second he forgot that he was asking for sex. Something he wasn’t too educated on. But he’ll do his best to please you. His approach: do what feels right.
You take the initiative, however, but Jungkook likes that, because you move one of his hands back to your chest and kiss him, continuing from earlier like nothing was said. The other hand is brought further up your inner thigh, and Jungkook breathes out a desperate whimper at all the dampness there. Were you usually aroused during these backseat endeavors? That’s what it meant, right? That you were sexually excited for him?
“Please, Koo,” you exhale, and then does he realize that you’re grinding on him again, towards his fingers this time.
Oh. You want them.
Jungkook strokes you anxiously as he slides the hand underneath your skirt higher. Just a slight movement, and he’s brushing against drenched material. He finds it fascinating that women can get this wet. Or is it only you.
As Jungkook rubs over your cunt, he’s relishing in the little noises you’re making. He’s positive he should be looking for two spots, but you seem to be enjoying this as is. Your pleasure-filled face has him throbbing so much.
“U-Uhm…?” He murmurs with a blush at how his fingers start searching around. Shouldn’t they be deeper?
You shake your head and move his fingers higher to what feels like a small, hardened nub. At least he has an idea of what this is. “Here first, Koo.”
You press his thumb there and demonstrate a circular motion, moving your hand away when he gets the amount of pressure to apply right. You buck up into his palm with his slow circling, glossy lips connecting with his neck as you cuss. Somehow, this is getting to you more than the rough and quick sex you often have.
Then your best friend has the nerve to ask:
“D-Does it feel good?” in his soft and caring voice like you’re not ruining his fingers and the material of his jeans.
You nod with a bite of your lip, a clench of the hair at the back of his neck. “Y-Yes, it does. You’re doing so good, Koo…”
The reminder of how hard he is against your thigh makes you rush him so that he can get his pleasure. You can skip the actual fingering.
“I’m gonna take this off,” you say before you grab the hem of your top and pull it over your head. It plops on the floor of the backseat, and you look back at Jungkook who’s staring. Poor boy has never seen a nude body so up close.
He reaches to grab your left breast but glances up as if to ask for permission first. You nod and lean in closer, wiggling a bit to enchant him. He grabs them with both hands, whining in the back of his throat as he fondles the brown peaks in admiration. He looks intrigued.
“I-I…” he starts, swallowing sheepishly. “I think I’m gonna cum before we…”
“Yeah?” You question with a kiss to his cheek. “Before you get to fuck me?”
His palms squeeze your chest harder at being denied that. “N-No. I won’t, I won’t.”
Jungkook is so about to cream his jeans when you smirk at him, but he forces himself not to as you slide off of his lap and onto the backseat. “I don’t care if you cum early,” you say as you slip off your skirt and lie back on the seat in just your underwear. “It’s normal.”
Jungkook nods, not surprised but happy that you won’t judge him if he does. “O-Okay.”
You blink at him with your mink lashes and grin. “Do you want to take them off?”
Your hands fall to your simple, cotton panties. They have a lace trim to them and a wet spot that Jungkook wants to lick. “Y-Yes.”
You remove your hands so that Jungkook’s can replace them. He tries not to think too hard about your sultry gaze or your acrylic nail between your teeth as he grabs them and peels them off. You lift and move your legs around to help him, saying that he can keep them.
The thought of what he’d do to your underwear is pushed to the side as you tuck your legs and spread them. Jungkook stops and his mouth falls open. You giggle at his dumbfounded expression, expecting to see drool. You wonder why you had never messed with the virgin boy earlier if you were going to get this reaction.
“It’s just a pussy, Koo.”
It’s not. It’s the first pussy he’s going to get and the only pussy he’s fantasized of having throughout all of his late teenage and college years. It’s much more important than you’re making it out to be.
You’re just as beautiful as he imagined, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. This needs to be ingrained into his mind forever.
“________,” he mumbles your name, a sigh breathed into the darkness. You can see the longing hunger on his face with the help of the light pole across the street of his complex beaming through the car window.
“Koo,” you say lowly back, reaching for his pants. Before you undo the button and zipper, you ask, “Are you sure?” He nods feverishly, and you make quick work to get him out.
You’re met with a gorgeous, stiff cock adorned with a dusky, mauve tip. He clearly manscapes as carefully as possible, something new you haven’t seen from your past fucks. Cute face, hot body, and a nice, big dick? The whole package. This is going to feel like your first time, too.
You tell Jungkook that his cock is pretty as you stroke soft moans out of him. You move your hand away so that he can pull off his shirt and jeans, and you gawk at the muscled arms, thighs, and abdomen. Not the “typical” body type of a virgin, but you’re not complaining.
“D-Do I just… put it in?” He questions, gripping the base of his shaft shyly.
“Yes,” you look up from the mass of him, “But slowly, please.”
He nods with a nervous gulp and bends down over your body on the backseat. You extend your legs wider than his so that your knees are pressed to your torso. Jungkook’s still sitting confused though while he glances over your nudity. Preventing himself from ever watching more than one porn video has really doomed him. But you have no problem being his guide and showing him what to do.
“Put it right—“ you swipe your tongue over your fingers, bring them down to your wet pussy, and spread your glistening entrance for him. “—here.”
Pre-cum oozes on your thigh.
Oh, fuck. Jungkook can already feel himself about to cum from your offering. Sticking his dick in there sounds like willingly giving his soul away.
“Koo?” 
You’re waiting there with yourself all ready for him, so he snaps out of his daze quickly because he’d be damned to miss this opportunity.
“Can I go in naked…?” He’s being greedy but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have a condom on hand anyways.
You giggle. “You mean raw? For your first time?” His eyes cannot hide the desire he has for you as he nods again. You can’t bring yourself to tell him no, though, because you want to feel every ridge of his cock inside you. “Okay,” you agree. “It’s my first time like this, too, so…”
Oh.
Ohh.
You really shouldn’t have told him that. He’s been accepted that he wasn’t your first when he wanted to be, but knowing he can still share something like this with you and be your first in this way is so thrilling.
Jungkook has to ignore his heart racing in his chest and ears so that he isn’t too shaky as he brings his dick closer to your cunt. He thinks he won’t fit in the tiny hole you’re displaying to him. Won’t it hurt? Jungkook misses the chance to push inside you due to his awkward aiming, instead slipping between your folds. There’s a synchronous moan from the both of you as your sticky arousal coats him. He accidentally bumps your clit, too, and you impatiently grab him.
You rub the head through your lips a few times before directing him lower and urging him to put it where it goes. Jungkook’s sweating as he moves a hand to one of your thighs and the other back to his cock. He grips you hard, angles his hips, and slowly thrusts in. Your pussy spreads beautifully around his member to accommodate him, and he’s obsessed. Just like that.
You drop your fingers from his shaft to your nub and start circling it to help ease the pain, eyes flickering closed. He can feel every clench and tightening of your core, every straining movement to suck him in deeper. His eyes are rolling back, his body is on edge, and his cock is swelling because of this treasure you possess between your legs. You just feel so fucking good.
You make a whimper about how he’s filling you up so well, and Jungkook’s head falls back as he gasps. You’re warm and soaking and gripping onto him as if you’re trapping him, never wanting to let him go. He’s trying his hardest to control himself and not thrust into you like a madman, but he reaches a stopping point inside you, and has to know how it feels pulling out. 
He stops breathing as he starts moving his hips back, noticing you’re just as focused on the scenery, too. All Jungkook does is glance down at where you two are connected, sees the wet coating you’ve left all over his cock with that single thrust, and cums inside you right then and there. His moan is loud and whiny as he shoots his load, his body folding in on top of yours, face pressing into your neck in embarrassment.
He expects you to still be mad even after you said you wouldn’t be, but all he hears are your own moans, your pussy gripping him tighter and gladly accepting his early orgasm. Jungkook’s heaving into your skin like he just ran a marathon, and you’re smirking to yourself about how he couldn’t last longer than one stroke.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ he sighs, mentally beating himself up about nutting in you like that without self-control.
“Koo,” you caress his broad back in reassurance. “It’s fine. I’m on the shot, and I can go get a Plan B for more backup.”
Having your best friend’s cum in you wasn’t on the schedule for tonight, but you didn’t mind it. You’d do anything to help him if he was serious, and if it was losing his virginity to you, then so be it. You’d gotten your own fill out of it, even though you didn’t orgasm.
“I’ll buy it for you,” he says as he lifts his head. His arms are wobbly from his ‘first sex’ climax, but he manages to hold himself back up. His soft hair brushes your face when he looks down at your joined body parts. He decides on pulling out as to not embarrass himself more and is able to get most of his shaft removed. 
You scratch the skin of his shoulders as the mushroom head pops out, and, without the pressure of him plugging you, his thick seed spills down your entrance and over the tip of his dick. The moan you cry out is so seductive and tempting, and it really sets him off. 
Jungkook is amazed at the view, you moaning in pleasure beneath him with his cum flowing out of you… He realizes he wants to fuck it back into you as deep as he can to keep it there, to claim you in this way first.
“Koo, what are you—“ your words are cut off when Jungkook pushes your thighs tighter to your stomach.
“More, p-please,” he begs with a brush of his mouth against your lips, fitting himself back between your legs, hands planting firmly on the seat beside your head. His face is damp with perspiration and redness as he drags his cock between your messy folds again.
Your spine arches off the seat when he thrusts back in without warning. He drops his head to your shoulder, and your hands naturally grip around his neck. You force your eyes shut at how fast he starts stroking. “W-What the fuck—fuck!—Jung— ah!”
It’s your turn to be shocked.
Jungkook pounds you hard. He’s using his hips like he’s supposed to and as if it’s second nature to him. There’s grinding and massaging as he chases another orgasm with his relentless fucking. You’re positive that the car is rocking.
He’s grunting out of breath in your ear while he exerts himself to fuck you. Your legs become taut and lock up at the stimulation, but you hold him close, no matter how pleasurably painful it is that he’s hitting your cervix. Two minutes more, he starts welting the back of your thigh up and throbbing inside you with longer strokes like he’s going to orgasm again. Your pussy squeezes onto him for dear life.
“A-Are you gonna…?” He questions, pulling away to look at you in full. His hair is matted to his forehead in sweaty curls, pupils blown out. “P-Please cum,” he touches his nose to yours. “Need to know what you look like cumming for me…”
Your cunt squeezes him tighter.
“I-I am,” you whine with tears in your eyes. “Rub me?”
Jungkook gets the memo to touch your clit, remembering how you showed him minutes ago. He goes faster than before, mix-matching his pace with his slow fucking. He makes sure he watches you, too, lip between his teeth while he analyzes your face as you cum all over his dick.
He fucking stares. Admires how your lips part, the way your whimpers and gasps sound, how hard you grab him to ground yourself… Your pussy gushing around him, still sucking him in. There’s accidental dark hickeys he left on the side of your neck, too, that proves evidence of what he’s done with you.
But what makes him cum again is the eye contact you keep with him while you scream his name over and over.
Koo.
Your sweet, little, nerdy best friend just gave you the best sex you’ve ever had, while being a former virgin. He can’t believe he made you feel like that, lose yourself like that. You can’t either. You stare up at him in utter disbelief and with a heaving chest. You even look him up and down, trying to see if this is the same man you’ve known for so long.
“That’s…” he says almost too quietly for you to hear. “What I’ve wanted to do to you for the past few years, ________.”
Your face is blazing hot as he bends down to kiss you like no tomorrow, fingers rubbing over your pussy all lovingly while he keeps himself inside. You’re hesitant to kiss him back, wondering if he’s being affectionate because of his loss of virginity or his possible feelings towards you.
Fuck. Why did you go too far this time? Now he’s vulnerable and doesn’t know what he really wants.
“Koo—“ you say, reaching for his face and trying to sit up, but he has you pinned.
You try to conceal your moan when he mumbles, “Not done” and starts kissing down your collarbone and chest like he can’t get enough of you. You have no other choice but to lie back and enjoy the attention, for your entire being lifted when he dove tongue first into your pussy and you physically couldn’t move.
It’s his eagerness and how he keeps watching you to make sure you‘re enjoying it that brings you to your breaking point. You don’t want to believe that your best friend was a virgin half an hour ago when he makes you squirt for your final orgasm. 
You sigh at how shaky he is when you hug him and kiss his cheek after he helps you out of the backseat. His eyes are unsure and big instead of sharp and passionate. He’s nervous.
“P-Please still stay for movie night,” Jungkook whispers and hugs your waist tight. “I-I won’t touch you if y-you don’t want— We don’t have to cuddle…”
You grab him by the bicep and start the ascent up the stairs to his apartment. What was he on? “Oh, no,” you cock your eyebrows back at him. “You better touch me on the couch while we’re cuddling, Koo.”
Your best friend had no idea what he was in for with you, especially after what he pulled just moments before.
“M-My roommate’s home,” Jungkook bites his lip, intertwining your hands instead. 
“So?”
“I can’t keep quiet with you, ________…”
“Sounds like that’s not our problem.”
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dating hobi ୭̥⋆*。.⭐️‧ ◡̈ | JHS (18+)
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — “will u be mine?” 🤍
☆imagine☆
❥pairing: hoseok X black!reader
❥genre: friends to lovers au, non-idol au, dating, fluff, smut, nsfw moodboard
❥summary: imagine dating hobi, whom was handmade with the perfect boyfriend formula…
.⋆。⋆༶⋆˙❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙ .⋆。⋆༶⋆˙❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙ .⋆。⋆༶⋆˙❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙ .⋆ .⋆༶⋆˙❀
❥other warnings: boyfriend hobi🌻💔, mentions— of a small foot fetish, oral (fem and male receiving), sex toys, sex in general, mention of a period cycle, bypasses the stranger/friendship stage very quickly
❥word count: 2.2k
-inspo: I know I found the couple pic on a twitter thread that said this gave hobi and gf vibes but I cannot find the link that I thought I copied down with it or in my bookmarks🥲 other pics are from Pinterest and hobi’s insta.
-author’s note: this was supposed to be a mini headcanon to go with the moodboard but I indulged in it a lot and wanted to make it extra cute and had a build-a-boyfriend moment so uhm 🥲💔 I hope you like it and suffer with me!!
p.s.— this is MY bun btw. I claim this adorable boyfriend hobi! and noooo I’m not gonna share him!
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⋰˚ the perfect boyfriend formula ❀
hobi’s the sun, and you’re his precious flower that blooms whenever he smiles…
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STRANGERS ❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙
who’s the guy with the pretty eyes and the sunshine smile?
first impressions ·*୭̥
—you meet hobi through a friend group. you admire him from afar for a while—he’s so bubbly and expressive that you don’t know how to approach him, but that’s okay because he approaches you first! lightens the whole “I’m friends with your friends but we never met” introduction.
—the friend group starts including you both in hangouts so you start seeing him more often and conversing.
—he’s very sweet and nice to you, is attentive whenever you talk, laughs wholeheartedly at all your jokes. you fall for the way his mouth widens and how his eyes crinkle.
—numbers are eventually exchanged! he responds to your texts in a fast manner and sends you cute gifs and emojis to brighten your day. will have you up all night messaging random things, but it’s so fun and he’s so charming so you don’t mind ☺️
—you begin talking to him like it’s routine, so the friendship blossoms quickly.
friendship bracelet ୨୧*•
—gifts you a handmade stretchy-string bracelet with beads and a smiley face charm. he’s all giddy when he gives it to you and puts it on your wrist.
—you wear it every day (coming to a serious realization) so you make one for him, too, and he posts it all over his social medias like it’s a reward okay </3.
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FRIENDSHIP ❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙
hobi gives you the craziest butterflies at any chance he gets.
—hobi starts asking you to hang out much more, alone, so there happens to be personal talk and intimate conversations that you would only tell people you trust/want to get to know you. he allows you to be yourself without judgement.
—hobi opens up to you as well and it brings you closer together and secure in the friendship.
☁️.
—you become each other’s comfort person. need a hug? hobi’s there. he needs encouraging words or someone to vent to? you’re there. you can count on him for anything and vice-versa. the attachment comes in strong.
falling •゚。
—hobi gets touchy and clingy, many instances of close sitting and hugging. you find that he enjoys skin-ship so who are you to deny friendly cuddling? he’s as soft as pillows and smells like heaven on earth. he makes you feel safe and loved in his presence so much that you grow a crush.
cute • habits
—plays with your natural hair as much as you play in his. lets you paint his nails with cool stickers and designs. is your biggest hype man when you dress up/do your makeup/change something about your physical appearance.
—is a light weight and has to be promised you’ll sleep next to him when he’s drunk or stressed, or he’ll make taking care of him extremely difficult for you. [his snores are too adorable to care about how tight he holds you when he’s wasted.]
💌.
—hobi asks you out on a friend date to a nice restaurant! it goes really well and you’re all flustered by the end of it. he offers to buy you a dessert, only for the waiters to bring you a slice of cake with a message drizzled in chocolate sauce on the plate.
—will u be mine?
—your yes is so loud that people think you got proposed to! hobi leaves you that night with a hug and a handwritten letter about his feelings for you.
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DATING ❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙
everyone’s favorite sweethearts, a couple that is so sickeningly cute.
—you and hobi become inseparable. are always together, whether that be out and about or at each other’s place. it’s like your bodies are glued or there’s a string connected that doesn’t let the other go too far.
✧your nicknames:
—petal, my flower, sunshine, honey, baby, baby girl, my love
photo-memories
—cute mirror pics and fit checks all the time since your styles compliment each other’s. his-and-hers clothing when y’all feel like being extra.
—hobi leaves you adorable selfies in your roll when you’re not looking and takes off guard pictures of you in his. you snap the best boyfriend-esque photos of him whenever you can, since he looks like someone’s fantasy boyfriend without even trying.
—there’s so many aesthetic couple photos in both of your phones that get posted to social media and used as screensavers.
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💝.✨
—gift giving is one of hobi’s strong bf traits. buys couple accessories like custom necklaces and more handmade bracelets, along with matching beanies and hoodies! also something related to whatever you have interest in, because he listens.
—your gifts to him are usually expensive shoes, limited edition clothing, jewelry, or collectible items he likes to decorate with around his home.
date nights ꨄ︎.⋆。
—usually include going to the movies, having a picnic, or a fun night out. please believe that you both dress up and show out with the coordinating couple fits no matter where you’re going!
—when out to eat, you sit beside each other instead of across. it’s intimate for hobi to have you close while eating, plus, he gets to feed you.
—these nights are your certified lonely time without the friend group so they’re really special and meaningful to you.
🧸⊹。ෆ
—coddles you like a baby whenever it’s the time of the month and knows your cycle dates like the back of his hand. his hoodies become yours and he brings lots of favorite foods and snacks and plushies, along with medicine and heating pads to make you feel better if your periods are painful.
extra 🌱 care
—hobi starts participating in wash days and helps style your hair. gets your parts straight like he’s done it before, turns into a whole licensed stylist over your fro, and becomes very well versed on what goes in it and why. calls your hair your flower 🌸🌷🌼
—he is the main cause of your growing collection of hair care products underneath the bathroom sink. if he sees a new moisturizing crème while at the store alone, he’s buying it! and yes, he purposely checks that aisle often for his natural-haired boo💔
❥first kiss
—you initiate it, just a quick peck on his lips after a goodbye hug. hobi is shocked, goes home with the ghost of you on his mouth and thinks about it all night. the next time you see him, his ears burn red and he’s so anxious to ask you about the meaning of the kiss but doesn’t want to ruin the hangout but you’re his girlfriend so why is he overthinking it?? instead, he initiates it the second time, and then you both start the habit of a little goodbye kiss.
۵ public affection
—includes hand holding and wrapping his arm around your back or neck. kissing and intimate moments are kept more private, but he will give you a kissie if your cheeks look too irresistible that day :(
۵ private affection
—lots of kisses. he does his cute duck lips when he’s silently asking you to kiss him instead or when he’s about to attack you with them.
—chin on your shoulder or face in your neck. be prepared for random biting and nibbling. tight hugs and booty rubs when he spends the night [the best fucking cuddling ever received].
—only voices sexual intentions in privacy.
—“… I wanna touch you right now.”
first “I love you” 💗 favorite memory
—happens on a really late date night while picnicking near the sea. you both ended up lying back in the grass and holding each other while watching the stars.
—imagine your flustered face when hobi whispers it in your ear, very shyly and soft. you say it back naturally and smile wide when you meet his loving gaze. the sweetest moment lasts for what feels like forever.
—after a while, you reach up towards the sky to point out a constellation that looks like a heart, explaining how this wasn’t a coincidence. hobi agrees with the cutest laugh and reaches up to intertwine your fingers together and kisses you.
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SMUT ❀༺⋆。⋆༶⋆˙
very loving and romantic partners ~ sex is just the buttercream icing on the cake.
—you both have sex about once a week or once every other week, not very often. of course sex with each other is amazing, but hanging out, having fun, and just being in the presence of one another is the love language of the relationship.
—hoseok is a safe sex and “no kids yet please” enthusiast so condoms and birth control are important! you both have raw sex on your one year anniversary though aweee ♥︎
bedroom sex ˚ ༘ ⋆ cuddle sex
—hooking your leg over his and lazily deep stroking you from behind is his favorite position + you both cum faster 😵‍💫 [who’s not gonna cream hoseok’s dick in just a few minutes when he’s grunting and moaning in your ear about how tight you feel while he’s rubbing your clit???]
—hoseok’s a mix between a hard and soft dom, unforgiving whenever he feels like putting you in your place or fucking you up a bit further over the edge, loving and sweet when he wants to express the emotions he has for you.
toys, toys, toys
—bullet vibrators, blindfolds, sometimes restriction, and hoseok’s hands are great collars… he puts your pleasure first and if toys can please you, too, then why the hell not? experimenting new things is also a green light.
dirty talk❤️‍🔥
—never nothing too wild, usually subtle and full of praise, but it never fails to get you dripping wet:
“take this off…”
“you need me?”
“in your mouth, baby, yeah… just like that…”
“look at you, fuck.”
“gonna swallow for me?”
“my honey girl.”
soft spots ✿•⁺*
—hoseok acts like he doesn’t need attention and affection back as much, but it’s sooo fake. he loves being pampered and kissed on in return. you can get him really whiny and riled up just by sucking on his sensitive ears and collarbones. don’t tease him too much unless you’re begging for a nasty fuck.
—hoseok’s cheeks and the cute little freckle on his top lip are your favorite places to kiss him on *sigh*
༉‧₊small foot fetish
—you always have your toes pedicured and out, so he casually rubs on your feet. first, it was as a loving gesture, but with your feet in his lap so often while he watches you in fascination was bound to start causing reactions. on lazy days, you give him dick rubs over his shorts with your pretty, painted toes while chilling on the couch. now, hoseok sucks and kisses your feet during roleplay before sex.
finger tease 💦
—he’d finger you to death if that was all you needed. it helps you relieve stress, so it’s common for hoseok to sit behind you on the bed with you in between his legs and yours spread out for him. his middle and ring finger combo, fast clit rubbing, and boob grabbing does it for you every time. he’s really good at it and you reward him with sticky fingers that he gets to lick.
—[a secret, but hoseok can sometimes smell your natural scent on his fingers hours later and it alone makes him horny]
⭐️best pussy eater!
—look, that tongue of his and his long nose? you WILL orgasm. he’ll make sure of it. there’s lots of nibbling and clit flicking, head shaking, tongue too deep in your pussy that you want to brag about it to your coworkers. yeah… and his tongue has explored every inch of your body, too, he cannot keep it in his mouth.
๑.* pretty dick hobi
—[average size with some weight to it, curves up towards his stomach, mushroom head the same color of his lips, and veiny just like his hands—dick of a god tbh]
—you give him head every sexual encounter since you need him in your mouth that bad cause why does he have such a gorgeous cock that looks like that???
—he takes head like it’s the best thing he’s ever had: heavy panting, flushed cheeks, praise on how you’re so good at it…
—for a clean freak he surprisingly likes it a little messy. hoseok has a good diet so you always swallow.
stamina!
—hoseok knows how to work his hips in any position and at any pace. so expect to be fucked into bliss every time. to the point you’ll still feel him inside you in your sleep, but you wake up to find him knocked out from ruining you so good. he’ll fuck you again if you wake him up to.
—a final round of slow and sleepy sex after he just beat your shit up? hand it over!
aftercare king ♡
—sex always ends with romantic kissing and a forehead peck. he makes sure you pee and feel great afterwards. cuddles and swaddles you in the blankets. one of his legs thrown over yours to trap you.
—“I love you, petal.”
—“I love you, too, hobi.”
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❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader
❥genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, some fluff
❥summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concert…
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❥!!warnings!!: slightly rough sex + dirty talk
❥other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sex💗], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, cl¡t piercing, curvy d¡ck, comparing hoseok’s d¡ck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so much😭], some POV switching, they don’t actually say the three big words
❥word count: 4.7k
-song inspo: pandora’s box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuck😭] || say it- tory [ew, but I’ve been listening to this for so long]
-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big d¡ck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!
-author’s note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope it’s worth it and that you enjoy!! 🤍 Didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this 🥹💗
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Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.
His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.
You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you weren’t betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.
It was an accident, you promised yourself.
Right…
Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.
Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.
Grinding on the rockstar… was a complete accident.
It wasn’t like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?
And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didn’t happen.
Yeah. No.
It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.
And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.
After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, “Checkmate”, a track that included Hoseok’s grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play one’s pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldn’t make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.
You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segment—sporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for “Checkmate”, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.
So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.
“Jay…” You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasn’t helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.
So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.
Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. “I thought we were going slow,” he said.
You scoffed and angled your head up. “Is bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?”
He pouted his duck lips against your nose. “No… Shaking your ass on my dick isn’t going slow either.”
“You touched me first,” you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for shit.”
The rockstar hummed. “Is that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?”
Your brow raised. “For?”
“Acting like we both didn’t say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.”
You felt flustered all of a sudden.
“We didn’t dry hump,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Hoseok grinned. “Sure we didn’t, baby. Kiss me.”
You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.
Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.
“W-We’re not going slow, Jay,” you whimpered.
He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. “You don’t wanna go slow, anyways, baby.”
He was right.
Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.
“Want you on my tongue,” he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.
“Your manager said not to be out here for too long,” you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.
You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someone’s windshield.
“I think you’re supposed to keep them, dumbass.”
“Why?” he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. “To gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?”
Ohh, that’s what you wanted to hear:
The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.
“No,” you answered. “So that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.”
He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. “But you could do a much better job at it than me.”
“Mmm, a blowjob?”
He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.
The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of “taking it slow” with him.
So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.
“Ready for me?” He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.
Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him “Yes, Jay.”
His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.
He didn’t know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. “Oh,” he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.
“What?”
“That’s a sexy surprise,” he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. “Your piercing. You weren’t gonna tell me?”
Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasn’t on your mind at all… Situations like these—an artist hanging around a backup dancer too much—sounded like quick flings that wouldn’t play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didn’t mention that self-conscious shit.
“You like it?” you asked.
He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “It’s so cute… Wanna lick it…”
You arched your hips towards his face. “I’m not stopping you.”
Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.
Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.
“Tastes so good,” he sighed.
“I do?” you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.
“Yeah, like honey… You’re my honey,” he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. “So sweet.”
The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldn’t help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.
“Gonna cream daddy’s face?” he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.
Oh, hell, why would he fucking say that…
“Yes,” you moaned, “—gonna cream daddy’s face.”
But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.
Because Hoseok had pulled away.
His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?”
You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. “Fuck off. I was getting close.”
“Not close enough,” he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.
If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.
You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.
He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. “Don’t forget I’m in control here, sweet girl.”
He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.
“You never were,” you told him.
The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseok’s dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.
You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.
“I want all of this shit down your throat, baby,” Hoseok said, tilting your head. “Can you handle it?”
You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. “Yes, daddy.”
You think you’re louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.
His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. “Oh, don’t play with me, baby… Be nice.”
“Or what?” you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly in his throat.
His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseok’s dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.
He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You could’ve came from that alone, along with Hoseok’s stuttered cussing.
But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide… Your throat was dying for more.
“Didn’t take you for a cock slut, Miss Let’s-Take-Things-Slow,” Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didn’t compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.
“We… We are taking things slow,” you said.
Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.
“That’s your favorite word, huh? Slow.”
He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. “Is that how you want me to fuck you since that’s how we’re taking things?”
You grumbled “maybe” and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldn’t he put it in and shush now?
Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.
With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.
He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.
“Fuck!” Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.
“Oh, c’mon, baby…” He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. “I know you can take it like this…”
It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.
You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didn’t want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.
It didn’t matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.
You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.
“Gotta take you on tour with me more often,” he growled as he held your eyes. “Fly you out to dance with me on stage… then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shit—do whatever you wanna do in that city, too.”
You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. “Are you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?”
The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, “Yeah”, get anything that was wanted from him.
Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.
Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festival…
He didn’t have enough time.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You said. Hoseok hadn’t even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.
“________.”
It made you stop in your tracks. But you didn’t want to hear anything that would piss you off.
“Just… Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.”
“No,” he said. “Can we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?”
Ouch. Confrontation.
“What is there to talk about?”
The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. “You. Us. Now.”
You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. “After you got to fuck me?”
It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly… Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?
The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasn’t an issue to you. He just shouldn’t act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.
So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didn’t let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. “Don’t take it that way. I’ve been struggling to talk to you before this.”
“It’s raining,” you tried to excuse yourself. “We can talk later.”
Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. “We can talk now.”
You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. “Fine, Jay.”
He sighed. “Look… I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, I’m busy. There hasn’t been any other time to talk about us, so I’m taking it here. You don’t make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I don’t care about.”
You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. “Because I don’t know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?”
“Yeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,” he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really… But I can’t be in two places at once. I can’t be present for my fans and my music and you the same.”
“I’m not asking you to,” you said.
“No, but that’s the only way you’ll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,” he responded.
You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.
“This is useless, Jay.”
The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. “What makes it useless, ________? I’m being open with you about—this. Do I look like I’m joking or something?”
“No,” you responded. “It’s useless that you’re telling me why and why not. When it isn’t going to change anything. You’re busy and have bigger things to tend to… What is your point?”
Hoseok’s eyes went soft as he answered. “The point is that I’m trying. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to spend time with you even if it’s over the phone. I’m trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. I’m trying—to keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.”
You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didn’t want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and it’s effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseok’s life.
Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.
“Listen to me,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “I really want this. And you. When I’m done touring, I’ll show you.”
You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy… even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldn’t have him for yourself. You weren’t needy, but it didn’t sound realistic in the slightest. You’d only have time for sex, like just then.
You spoke. “Jay, you don’t have to do that. Let’s leave it alone.”
“Us?” He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didn’t want you to give up.
You nodded. “I was fine with going slow… It doesn’t complicate this.”
“We already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didn’t happen?” He questioned. “With all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didn’t stop us from getting here.
“You… don’t have to fight us on this. I’ll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.”
Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldn’t reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didn’t, hurt.
It stung that you pushed him away. You didn’t want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldn’t blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart… But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.
He didn’t view you how you viewed yourself—a moveable piece on his sets for decorative fun—and it ached your mind that you’d been lying to yourself the whole time. He didn’t deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deserved…
“Okay. I… I trust you.”
Your trust. All of it.
No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But it’s scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?
“My love,” he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. “Say it again.”
You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.
“I trust you, Jay.”
It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.
He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.
It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldn’t let anyone else hear it.
The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each other’s unspoken yet understood love in.
Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a moment—no doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didn’t have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.
“One more time,” he said. “I can’t see you alone again until the next stop.”
“Jay—“ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.
Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.
“Ah, shiiittt,” Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadn’t noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure… Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.
The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.
“You’re gonna trap me, honey girl,” he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldn’t mind being trapped by you.
“I’m not like that, Jay,” you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. “Trust me.”
Hoseok grinned the prettiest smile.
That smile was yours now.
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𖤐psychos in love | SOPE (18+)
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — “scream, if you dare.” 🔪
❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: ghostface!sope X black!reader
❥genre: serial k¡ller AU, angst, smut, kinktober, yandere, halloween edition AU to my future “psychos in love” fic
❥summary: the town’s serial k¡ller(s) pays you a special visit on halloween…
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❥!!warnings!!: stalking, home invasion, vulnerability, knifeplay, being held at knifepoint, knife scratches, threatening with a knife, threatening to kill, cutting through clothing with a knife, gloved hands, mentions of—[killing, blood, stabbing], rough sex, yandere sope [PLEASE ADHERE‼️]
❥other warnings: yandere/psychopathic sope, dom sope, slasher fucking, reader caught cheating in 4K [polaroid photo-taking], unmasking [i didn’t know unmasking was this hot til I wrote it😩], long haired sope, violence, some oral (fem & male receiving), masturbation, sexual intercourse (please use protection!), backshots, name-calling, slapping, choking, spitting, black-mailing
❥word count: 3.8k
-inspo: heavily inspired by scream the movie, obviously! part of the smut scene inspired by the dead by daylight mori scene for ghostface.
-there needs to be a yoongi and hoseok ghostface agenda so imma push it! yoongi’s pale skin and hoseok’s face shape and raspy voice… it fits almost too perfectly!
-author’s note: I wanted to do something for halloween, obviously kinda different from what I usually do, but it was so fun to write! I know it’s super late but yk I don’t care, as long as it’s done😭! I can’t believe I never did Halloween fics for you guys, I hope you like this one!❣️
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Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend lied close to death in a pool of his own blood downstairs on the back patio.
Still alive, but stabbed in the gut once or twice—honestly, Hoseok didn’t remember how many times due to the blind rage overtaking him. The moment that asshole stepped out of the kitchen to check on the noise, he couldn’t hold the urge in. But he had enough respect to let him live. For now.
Because, you, on the other hand, should know better.
You should know better than dating the shittiest guy on campus, giving him chance after chance and all of your undivided attention. An asshole jock didn’t deserve you for the night of this holiday.
Because what about Hoseok and Yoongi, the anti-social students you flirted with on a daily basis? The ones you would spark conversation with, even if they didn’t respond. The ones you would purposely bend down in front of in lecture, wearing your mini skirts and low cut tops…
Only to see them later those nights to aid in killing whoever was to die next.
It was as if you were begging to become next on their list. Toying with the wrong guys like a dumb whore. Asking to be sliced up and left for dead. This job was serious, and dating out of your line of work was a no-no. Especially when it was with the biggest grade A dickhead.
Had you known that the duo heavily thought of playing with their food or simply killing you, maybe you would have acted wisely sooner. They wouldn’t have fantasized about taking you for themselves and fucking you with the soon to be death of yours on their tongues like a true Halloween.
But it was too late.
After a month of stalking around and inside your home, it was unveiled that the fucker was a cheater and couldn’t even get you to cum. He was insensitive, trashy, and selfish, the typical ego of a varsity football player. He brought you too much drama and regretfulness that your classmates vowed would be fixed.
Now, you… were the girl of their dreams. Bitchy enough for Yoongi’s taste, manipulatively sweet when you wanted something. Hoseok hated your guts since he was so sickly attracted, especially when you were always in seductive makeup and had your hair pressed straight for class.
It easily provoked them that you looked nothing more than the overtly sexual and unsuspecting victim in their game, just like the horror movies. So it was perfect that you thought you had the upper hand by mapping out their killings.
You got to play along and get evil revenge on some peers and townspeople who wronged you, but now, it was your turn to be the victim. They wanted to scare you. Hurt you. Force you to put your focus back on them instead of your boyfriend. Therefore, their surprise Halloween plans had shifted to you and your house only when you thought the night was over after a final kill.
Hoseok didn’t play as nice as Yoongi, who stalked around your home quietly and hid in the shadows after dragging your unconscious boyfriend out of view. Hoseok headed straight for your bedroom, where you were found tuning into a scary movie marathon, Child’s Play and the beginnings of a thunderstorm outside background noise to the sound of your vibrator pressed against your underwear and the whiny moans you were letting out.
There was a movement of black in the dark corner of your room, but you were too blissed out to notice the two cloaked figures approaching your bed. You weren’t able to catch a breath before a gloved hand clamped around your mouth.
“Caught you.”
The town’s serial killers paying you a nightly visit in their murdering attire would have anyone else up in arms, but you had way too many encounters with them to know that you were safe. Enough. Because one of the masked men held you down to the mattress and threatened you with a knife pointed at your throat.
“Is this any way to welcome your favorite guests, doll face?” His voice was creepily stable, as raspy and low as he’d give it to the victims.
You, however, held your gaze with the dark sockets of his mask as the other yanked your vibrator away and turned it off. “Didn’t know you two were invited. Here to finally kill me?”
There was a dark, attractive chuckle.
“Kill you?” The bolder one questioned above you. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d know what your insides look like already… Can’t we have some fun before Halloween ends? You’ve already gotten started…”
It should frighten you that deranged men had infiltrated your home as soon as your boyfriend went out for a party, but you found yourself smirking instead. It was expected of them to come back to you after a night of slaughtering your peers that deserved it. Savagely using your body to blow off steam gave you the excitement your boyfriend never could. So you played along.
“Fun?… If you’re not gonna kill me, then what are you gonna do?” You asked lowly, eyeing the gaping mouth of his disguise and someone’s blood droplets splattered across the pale face.
There was a beat of silence before the brutal killer leaned in closer, the other one beside you craning your neck back up to look him in the face as he slowly told you—
“I’d tie you up, carve away at your pretty skin, stuff your mouth with my cock so that you really can’t scream… Would you like that instead, doll face?”
The wetness you felt drip between your legs was your own villain origin story. The threat had made you hornier than the toy you were just fucking yourself with, the imagery of his words hitting you so hard that you let out a shaky breath. Your lack of response and flustered face amused the killers.
“Did I make you all bothered?”
The other one finally spoke up, his voice a little deeper and calmer. The voice of reason in the endeavors. “I think she wants to get fucked.”
And always knew what to say.
The first one chuckled, bringing the cold blade of his signature weapon to the side of your face and toying with your hair. Your body reacted in a way that could only be described as desperate as you arched your chest higher.
“Is that what you want, huh, doll face?” He asked. “To celebrate Halloween by being our slasher fucker?”
Not everyone got to say they survived a serial killer by fucking them. But you could, time and time again.
“I thought I already was that…” You pouted, feeling playful as you went to touch the Ghostface in front of you, but was met with a growl and his knife back at your jugular.
Hoseok and Yoongi had reason enough to kill you, as you knew their identities and had evidence against them, but you fascinated in the idea of being their middle person and getting railed by the two criminals whenever they needed it.
They couldn’t give you up though. It’s why they had incapacitated your boyfriend to have you tonight as they rightfully earned, even if they wanted to rip him completely apart.
Yoongi touched you with a gloved hand to your neck, tilting your head back towards him so that Hoseok could drag the knife down your sternum. Your fearful yet anticipating gasp was like music to their ears as Hoseok tore the blade through your crop top.
“Pretty tits,” the quieter one complimented, not being shy in grabbing a breast as the meaner Ghostface trailed a shallow, stinging line around the curve of your stomach with the sharp of his knife. You brought your hand up to your mouth, holding in a whimper as your chest was fondled with and your legs pushed apart. The feeling of gloved hands all over your body turned you on so much.
The thin, drenched material of your underwear was also cut through, and one of them voiced about wanting to go first. You didn’t want to dwell on how happy it made your heart that they were going to take turns, so you gladly spread yourself out when they switched positions.
Yoongi wasn’t as rough as his partner until needed be, but when he had seen how wet and swollen you were, he found himself forcing your leg down so that you couldn’t move or obscure his view. He didn’t take another second to pleasure you, the roughness of his gloves stimulating your clit.
Hoseok entertained you at the front by tweaking your brown nipples and caressing your throat, you basking in the underlying fact that he could kill you with no struggle if he desired. He frightened you the most, so you were kind of relieved that the tamer killer went ahead with getting you started.
Your moans intensified when you noticed Yoongi yank his gloves off, presenting some of the prettiest hands you’d ever seen or had the pleasure of getting fingered by. They were sexy to say the least as they thumbed your clit again and prodded about your needy hole.
Hoseok followed in suite, removing his gloves to better pinch at your tits. His were veinier and longer, too dainty for killer hands. You grabbed the bicep of the one fingering you after a slow thrust, becoming met with muscle. A fairly regular sized arm, but there was bulging.
All the terrorizing and murdering was bulking them up, making them stronger. You hadn’t had the luxury of seeing them the whole busy month of Halloween besides class, so you decided that you didn’t want to be fucked faceless this time.
You had to see.
So you reached for Yoongi’s mask, only getting to lift the chin of it a little since he was quick to tilt his head up with the movement and grip your hand. Hoseok had you by the neck in one swift hold.
“Don’t be so greedy, doll face,” he said. It was like you could sense the way his lips curled over his teeth as he smirked underneath the mask. You gulped when he cocked his head in wonder, thinking you were going to get punished for that. Until Yoongi spoke.
“We can just kill her after,” he joked.
“Aish, you’re so in love with her,” the other one bickered. “Giving her what she wants when she’s been a bad girl this whole time.”
Your heart raced at that comment, but it was bypassed as Yoongi ignored Hoseok, undid the black gown, and yanked the hood off. He grabbed the chin of the ghost mask and pulled it over his head, a wave of long, curly hair framing his face.
The killer pushed it back, revealing to you high cheekbones and creamy skin, the sharpest eyes you knew too well. One of your classmates. Yoongi.
You were about to act crazy at just the sight of him, until you gazed up to see the other Ghostface unmask himself, too, his heart-shaped lips and doe-y, hazel eyes making it easy to recognize him as Hoseok.
“Surpriiise!”
As much as you liked the lanky ghost masks, the fact that they were devilishly attractive underneath had you not regretting your fucked up morals.
“Stop staring,” Yoongi voiced as he gripped your legs, his long hair falling back over his eyes as he opened his mouth to spit on your pussy.
“Yeah, or you’ll be gutted next, doll face,” Hoseok said and lifted you into a sitting position so that he could crawl in behind you, you not caring about his boots on the bed at the moment. He stuck his knife against your neck to hold you captive, chin on your shoulder as he watched Yoongi get on his knees to lick your clit.
“Oooh, fuck,” you moaned. You were surprised they let you touch the pale killer, your hand digging into his scalp and gripping his hair. He smoothed his tongue hard and flat as he pressed closer to eat you out. You had to limit your bodily reactions as to not accidentally slice your throat open.
“Does your boyfriend do this for you, huh?” Hoseok interrogated in your ear. Yoongi’s tongue plunged inside of you so wickedly that you screamed. “Yoongi’s so generous when you’ve been nothing but an ungrateful slut.”
No, your boyfriend didn’t give you oral this good or oral at all. Sex with him was unpleasant, and you two weren’t even as close as before.
Honestly, he was only kept around longer to spite your jealous classmates, knowing that they stalked around your house and would see you cuddled up on the couch with him or giving him a lazy handjob. You knew they’d target his cheating ass eventually, but he didn’t deserve to die. Yet.
“W-Why are you bringing him up all of a sudden?” You asked dumbly, whining when Yoongi promptly pulled away and switched positions again with Hoseok.
Hoseok pushed you to lie back on the bed, his painted nails marking your thighs as he forced them down to your torso. You swore he only spat on you for show, as Yoongi certainly left your cunt puffy and messy.
“Your shitty boyfriend? The one who’s cheating on you, you mean?”
Your lip quirked up into a sneer while you watched him pull himself out of his black jeans. “He’s—“
“The one you fake moan for?” Hoseok interrupted with an innocent pout as he thrusted his hard dick into you all the way, eliciting a loud, real moan. He darkly laughed seeing you lose your shit. “You’re not fooling anyone but him, doll face.”
The crazed look in Hoseok’s eyes as lightning flashed through your bedroom window while he forced himself into you shouldn’t have you on the verge of climax tears. But it hurt so good, and, fuck, fuck, right, you knew better than anyone to mess with their heads.
“Open your mouth…” You heard Yoongi mumble, not even giving you the chance of an answer before he gripped your jaw and puckered your cheeks. A spit glob rolled off his tongue and into your mouth, a blunt slap hitting your face before you swallowed.
Hoseok angled his hips and fucked you deeper during your state of haze, savouring the way your tits bounced and how your legs shook, the vague knife lines he’d left on your brown flesh with his blade.
You hadn’t noticed Yoongi’s motives until Hoseok wrapped his hand around your neck and urged your head to the side, your lips rubbing over the mauve tip of Yoongi’s dick as he pushed it in your face. Your siren-eye makeup became smudged while you let him train your throat, Hoseok’s grasp making you tighter and more pleasurable for his partner.
This was what you deserved. Not some useless asshole who couldn’t fuck you stupid and corrupt. Just the thought of him was starting to piss them off again.
“What would your boyfriend think?” Hoseok questioned slowly, gritting his teeth as he pounded into you harder. “Walking in on you fucking the guy who stabbed him like a whore?”
You winced when Yoongi pulled out of your mouth to let you speak. “W-Where—shit…”Your hand flew down to rub your neglected clit, your orgasm clearly still the most important here. “—Where is he?”
“Alive…” Yoongi responded. He watched you with an admirable gaze when you dizzily dragged your lips back over his wet cock. “Does it matter?“
No. It didn’t.
You were about to cum and finally reap a worthy climax that you’d been begging for all month. Your boyfriend could die for all you cared, but you didn’t have a plan. No alibi, no excuse, if they had tortured him close to death in your own home while you were here. You couldn’t play it reckless.
“Don’t kill him,” you told them.
Hoseok’s laugh sounded like that of a clown’s. “We don’t take orders from you, doll face. Not when you forget who fucking owns you.”
By the grip on your neck, he flipped you over, pressed your face into your pillows, and steadily drilled his dick into you. You wailed as you watched Yoongi move away and step over to your bookshelf of knickknacks and scary movie DVDs. He pulled something from behind the array of cases, an object that you didn’t own or had known was there.
Through your blurring eyesight, you could make out a puffy, rectangular shape. Circular lens. A Polaroid camera. Yoongi sent you a dark smirk when he saw the fear on your face and handed it to Hoseok.
“D-Don’t—!” You tried, but your voice fell into flat out whining as Hoseok brushed your cervix.
He gripped your hair and brought his lips to your ear. “Your begging is almost believable, doll face… Especially if you weren’t so close to cumming on my cock.”
You couldn’t think of a comeback to that, not as he yanked your head off the mattress and brought the polaroid before you, the back lens focused intently on your face. You felt Yoongi’s hand hold your wrists down, his other bringing the coldness of his blade to your throat as Hoseok’s tongue dug into your neck.
You heard a click.
“Smile!”
The flash flickered in the dim room while your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a loud moan as you came. Hoseok pulled back just to ram into you deeper to get his climax. He angled the camera higher after handing the photo card to Yoongi, his fingers maintaining the arch in your back, snapping another picture of where you were connected.
You whimpered as he threw you on your back and took a third of your scratched up body. You felt done for, but more satisfied about being blessed with a sore core and aching nerves.
“Just in case you wanna play your stupid games,” Hoseok smirked down at you, delivering a peck to your cheek after checking the last photo card’s quality.
You didn’t know if they were going to use those polaroids for blackmail to fuck with you or to get off on, but their faces were unveiled in the first for them to do any real damage. The others… made for kinky nudes to an outsider.
Yoongi pocketed the photo cards while Hoseok pulled out of you. They seemed in a rush all of a sudden as you sat up and observed them get into their masked clothing. The night was over, no? They had killed who needed to be killed, where were they off to now?
But then a noise rang loudly throughout the house, louder than the storm beating against your window. Police sirens.
No, no, no, no, no… They wouldn’t.
Your heart drummed against your chest as you sprung up to pull on new clothes, ignoring the killers while they watched you run about your room for a few seconds in terror.
“Are you… scared?” One of them, Yoongi, teased as Hoseok snickered. You still didn’t answer and checked in your vanity to look at your messy makeup and the scratches and bruises showing through the scooped neckline of your tee.
The police sirens grew nearer, but Yoongi and Hoseok had clearly planned this out. Your window was thrown open, and they were making their escape. You had no doubt that they had turned your home into a crime scene over your boyfriend’s body, contacted the police and timed how long everything would take.
Your eyes were glistening with frustrated tears as Hoseok stepped in front of you, his ghost mask pissing you off now since you knew he was enjoying this the most underneath it.
“Next time,” he warned. “He dies.”
They disappeared as soon as the knocking on your front door started. It was difficult to explain to the cops your boyfriend close to death on the patio, why you had supposedly typed a call to the police station on your old computer in the living room, and how you had survived Ghostface’s final attack of Halloween night when he never left his victims alive.
There were questions on his physical appearance or if you’d been threatened before the “incident”, but you weren’t giving the police much as you played the distressed, surviving victim role in their faces. Yoongi and Hoseok scared the living shit out of you, but they didn’t leave you to fend for yourself like you feared. They kept it fair and showed mercy, gave you an alibi, convincing injuries, and made it realistic for the police to believe you and rule you out as suspicious.
But you figured that if you didn’t want anything like that happening again, then you were to dump your boyfriend.
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Meanwhile, one month later…
To deepen the wound your ex was healing from, an envelope was dropped off in the mailbox of his home. Just a small present to remind him of the stabbing…
Your now ex wouldn’t leave you alone after the breakup, obsessively hitting you up to take him back and bringing his injured self to your home to knock at two in the morning.
What a failure… he only thought to appreciate you when you “saved” his life.
Hoseok wanted to finish the job, but Yoongi was too reasonable and revenge was much more satisfying than death. This guy would take the fucking hint with the right push.
So, out of the envelope flew a photograph when your ex opened it. A copy of a Polaroid photo card. He picked it up from the ground to analyze the picture.
It was you. And two other guys that looked familiar, but he couldn’t put names to their faces.
One had his honey eyes focused into the camera with his tongue on your neck and a fistful of your hair. The other had a devilish smirk on his face as he winked, a knife at your throat. There were knife lines visible all over your nude body, too.
Your ex jumped at the thought that you’d been kidnapped and tortured by these men. Punishment for him surviving a serial killer.
But you looked nothing of in distraught. Your eyes were closed and furrowed into an expression your ex had never given you. One of pure ecstasy and contentment.
The guy holding the camera was clearly behind you, in a position that could only mean one thing.
What the hell? What was this? Had the killer gone after you?
When…?
Your ex flipped the photo card over. Bold letters written in sharpie had his face drooping in horror as if he’d seen a ghost.
What a way to tell someone they fucked his girl on the night of his almost death.
With a threat.
𝐎𝐜𝐭 𝟑𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫—
𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞?
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plaything | PJM+KTH+JJK (18+)
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❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: mafia!maknae-line X black!reader
❥genre: mafia AU, angst, smut
❥summary: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook never fail to remind you that you’re they’re new plaything… [OR] getting passed around between the maknae line…
❥!!warnings!!: yandere?, forceful s*x, gun play, degradation, humiliation, slut shaming, slut is used A LOT, mentions of violence, recording nudity
❥other warnings: sexual intercourse (please use protection!), riding, some fingering, spanking, jealousy
❥notice: none.
❥word count: 2.5k
inspo: the video above 😮‍💨
-author’s note: uhmmmmm🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️ Yeah felt like writing my first “four-way” fic on here out of no where for a little practice I guess. Hope you enjoy!!!!💛
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“You’re in trouble.” 
“F-For what?” 
Jimin didn’t answer you as he dragged you along with him to the waiting limo. Jungkook wasn’t too far behind, busy with contacting the boss, most likely about how terrible the mission went. And it was all going to fall back on you.
Taehyung was waiting with the chauffeur with the back door of the limo open, just as angry. His hair was curly and dark, covering the hazel contacts he had in tonight. “What the fuck was that?” 
You figured he was talking about your execution, and Jimin let him know how poorly you did. You stumbled in your strap heels when he came to an abrupt stop. “If someone wasn’t being such a whore, the target wouldn’t have gotten away.” 
So this is what had Jimin and Jungkook so pressed back there that they had to intervene? You couldn’t believe they were doing this right now. They were fucking up your job that you didn’t even want to do in the first place. 
“W-What?!” You stuttered, looking from Jimin to Taehyung as they seemed to have some sort of mental conversation. You don’t know why you pouted at Taehyung as if he would believe you; He was crazier than all three of them combined but you had to try. “Taehyung… I swear it wasn’t my fault.” 
“She was dancing with another man,” Jimin said, tightening his grip on your wrist. 
Taehyung looked at you with a stare darker than the night. “Is that true?” 
“I-…” Fuck. You literally hated them. “It’s true, but—!” 
“Put her in the car.” 
Jimin quite literally shoved you into the back of the black, sleek limo, your hand hitting the seat too hard so that you didn’t fall face first, almost making you break a nail. You quickly straightened yourself up when you noticed Jungkook getting in the car on the other side, the gun he used to shoot a couple of people still visible in his hand without a care as he spoke on the phone in his native language. 
You hoped he wasn’t as mad at you tonight, hell, you hoped neither of them were. They were already twisted, and you wanted to get back to the mansion and rest. It wasn’t going to happen, but it wasn’t your fault for tonight’s failure. 
How were they going to give you a mission that required you to seduce the target to lure him into the back of the building? And then get so jealous when you try to seduce said target and pop up into the damn VIP booth with guns, completely blowing your damn cover? Annoying. Now you were going to feel the wrath of their anger about losing an important kill. 
Jimin eventually slid in beside you on the left while Taehyung took the other side of the limo in front of you, Jimin, and Jungkook. You were in the middle of all three of them and now internally begging for no extra shit. 
The chauffeur drove away from the building the event of the night took place in, and you did your best to not make eye contact with any of the men around you. One word spoken that they didn’t like, and you were going to have your ass handed to you. You wished the ride was quiet for the entire hour drive back, but Taehyung spoke. 
“________.” The way your name sounded on his tongue… You had to look up and meet eyes with him. It was rule. They were all handsome, but something about Taehyung’s face was the scariest. “Would you like to tell me what happened?” 
You quickly shook your head no. Jungkook or Jimin would then explain what happened after you, and then you would be accused of lying or not telling the whole story, even though your story would be one hundred percent correct and not overdramatized. Like what they were doing with you flirting with the target. 
Jungkook decided to deepen that wound. “To put it short, she was being a slut,” he said from beside you. “I don’t think it was acting, hyung. Looked too real.” 
You bit your bottom lip to keep from yelling out what you wanted. 
“We did get her off of the streets,” Jimin mumbled, crossing his arms with an attitude. “What do you expect?” 
Taehyung shifted his gaze back to you, and you gave him an annoyed look. He wanted you to try and defend yourself, like always, so you did. 
“I was literally only doing my job,” you said, explaining your actions. “You all told me that I had to quote on quote ‘use my charms’ to get him to follow me to the back of the building. I was still in the VIP section working on him when Jimin and Jungkook came in and started shooting. The target got away.”
Taehyung seemed to think about your words, and no, you didn’t have hope that he was going to agree with you. Your arms crossed when he said, “But we didn’t say act like a slut, ________.”
“I wasn’t,” you said through gritted teeth, trying not to raise your voice. How could they be so delusional about this. 
Jungkook laughed beside you, and you felt his arm go around your waist. You let him pull you into his lap, his hand settling over your bare thigh. “Our slut doesn’t want to admit she’s a slut,” Jungkook pointed out, the hand on your leg kneading at the brown skin. 
“Who’s going to tell the others that we actually did hire a slut?” Jimin sighed, running a hand through his black hair. 
“Don’t know,” Taehyung shrugged, and you swear you started seeing red at how much they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there. “But I’m sure our hyungs would like her even more.” 
You finally spoke up. And out of turn. 
“I’m not a slut!” 
A silent pause filled the limo, but you could tell they all had the quiet agreement to make you pay for the disrespect…
In the haze of anger, you forgot that these three, especially the youngest, were dangerous killers. Psychopathic killers at that. There wasn’t another single moment of hesitation in the man’s movements beneath you. The gun to your neck scared you, but not as much as the tattooed and pierced man that was holding it. 
“Don’t you know better than to raise your voice, slut?” He lowly asked, the grip around your waist tightening to keep you still. It didn’t matter that you were on his lap and slightly more elevated. He still had the upper hand. “You’re getting really beside yourself tonight.” 
You swallowed when you felt the heavy metal press more into your throat, knowing that it was loaded. Taehyung and Jimin looked on in mute curiosity, seeming to enjoy this… discipline.
You felt the gun start moving, and you flinched, but Jungkook wasn’t letting you go anywhere. His hand was digging into your side as hard as the gun was digging into your upper chest plate. It was dragged slowly down your bare skin, sternum exposed because of the very low cut dress you were wearing, and you jumped again. Jungkook chuckled. “You won’t do that again, right? You should learn some respect…” 
You softly whimpered when he used the barrel of his black pistol to move the thin material that already didn’t cover all of your breast. One of your nipples was freed and flicked with the gun, snagging on the hole in the weapon. You were sweating. Then getting much more hot when the gun was brought down to between your legs. You wanted to snap his neck. 
Until Jungkook yanked up the hem of your short, black dress and pressed the coldness of the gun right up against the skin of your privacy. You grabbed for his shoulder to steady yourself when he pushed one of your legs to indicate to move it out of the way. 
You really could fathom that this motherfucker was holding his damn gun against you in this way. It wasn’t anything that wouldn’t be on the list of fucked up shit he’s done. 
However, after applying more pressure, the weapon grazed against your clit and made you moan. You were getting wet, too. They were going to hold this against you forever if you let him go much further. 
“Ohh,” Jungkook smirked when he saw you move a bit towards the pistol. “Not a slut but you’ll take a good pounding from my gun? I’ll fuck you with it if you want. Bet you’d be soaking if I keep the safety off…” 
The thought of Jungkook fucking you with his gun was getting you riled up. Was it because it was dangerous with a high chance of you getting shot in the damn coochie? Was it because they would find it sexy to watch? You didn’t know, but you were starting to grind on his stupid glock, and he started teasing again. 
“How about I make you cum all over it? Make you a real dirty whore, huh?” Bending his head down to catch your exposed nipple, you threw your head back. Him sucking on your tit with his favorite weapon rubbing against your pussy was fucking you up in the worst way… 
“She’s enjoying it,” Jimin said, to which Jungkook let go of your nipple with a wet pop. 
“So? Wanna see her lose it while riding my glock.” 
“Give her here.” Jimin reached for you, and you wanted to scream when Jungkook actually handed you off to the pretty male. You were thrown over Jimin’s lap, your torso pressed to his thick thighs, the back of your dress pushed up higher on your waist. “She needs a real lesson.”
“N-No,” you whined, using your right hand to cover your backside as much as you could because you knew what was about to happen. It was snatched out of the way and almost broken with how your arm was twisted in Jimin’s grip. 
“No?” Jimin asked, dumbfounded that you’d dare try not to accept one of his spankings. There was a very hard slap against your left ass cheek. That alone almost brought you to tears. “So you really do need a lesson? And you’re not wearing panties?” 
Another slap, harder than the first one. 
You couldn’t speak to defend yourself with the fact that they were the ones who sat in this very fucking limo before the mission and made you take your underwear off for laughs. You were sure Taehyung still had them in his pocket. 
“Such a slut that you wanted to flash that dickhead for the fun of it?” Jimin falsely accused you, his hand slapping your cheeks twice this time. They hurt more since he was wearing steel rings and using all his strength. He wasn’t even being fair tonight. 
He hit you again, almost making you scream but you covered it with another whine. He grabbed one of your cheeks and spread them, cool air breezing your core. You moaned. “Why are you so fucking wet?” 
You wanted to ask yourself that exact same question. Why were you sexually excited over these three psychopaths that treated you unfairly at every chance they got? Of course the answer was because they could fuck the living daylights out of you. 
“You’re too nice with her,” Taehyung criticized, and you turned your head to see him and Jungkook eyeing the mess between your legs. Jimin then slipped two fingers inside without warning to show them more. Your hips tried to resist, but you could only take it. 
“It’s not my fault she likes being punished,” he said, shallowly pumping your hole. Now you were trying to fuck yourself back on him. It felt too good. “Slut.” 
You despised the word, but hearing them constantly call you it, while kind of proving that it was true… They could do whatever they wanted to you.
Jimin hit you more times than you could count. Your cheeks were stinging and numbing so bad, but you could still feel the wetness between them, the hardness between Jimin’s own thighs, too. You were just as sick as them. 
Jimin eventually pulled you up, nudging you back into your original sitting position between him and Jungkook. Your eyes were watery, and you knew your mascara was smudged. You told yourself that you didn’t want any other form of punishment, but the way Taehyung was looking at you as if it was his turn had you wanting more. Including actually getting fucked by a gun and more spanks before the ride was over. 
“Pretty girl,” Jungkook said when he saw your face. “Hyung’s gonna make it even prettier.” 
You thought that it meant Taehyung was going to face fuck you to more tears when you saw him spread his legs across from you. But he had other plans as he ordered you to come over to his side while he unbuckled his black slacks. Instead of being pushed to your knees, you were pulled onto his lap. Reverse cowgirl. Facing the other two. 
This was worse than being face fucked. At least your only focus would have been Taehyung, and your body would have been turned away from Jimin and Jungkook. But no. Now they had front row seats. 
Taehyung had his dick out in no time and ready to put the girth of it all into you. You secretly thanked Jimin for spreading you out a bit, because Taehyung gave no shits about hurting you. Your screams pleased him the most. 
But so did the “Mmm, Taehyung~” you moaned out for him for filling you up. Eyes closed, mouth open, you rode the deep thrusts he pounded from below. His fingernails digging into the sides of your waist were going to scar, but you ignored the pain and focused on your skin slapping against his. 
“Can’t really punish you when you enjoy being used like our little plaything,” he grunted the truth into your ear. “You’re always asking for it.” 
Taehyung brought his hands up to fully pull your breasts out, squeezing them too hard while he bit over your neck and shoulder. Your droopy and crying eyes were able to slit open for a few seconds when you heard noises other than the ones you and Taehyung were making. Your entire body clenched up when you saw that Jungkook and Jimin were enjoying it as much as you were, Jungkook jacking off to the sight, Jimin doing the same but recording with the other hand. It was going to get sent to the four oldest. 
With the other two watching and Taehyung fucking into you like it was going to be his last time, you yelled into your orgasm. Taehyung blew his load into you moments after, giving the other two a show of the cumshot as he slowly pulled out. And then you were handed back to the youngest. Tired and sore. 
“Wait til we tell our hyungs about what you just did,” Jungkook smirked like a brat, his hand rubbing over the harsh hand prints Jimin left you with. You were too stunned to care about them causing more hell for you back at the mansion. Your tear-streaked face tucked into his chest.
“Three men in a few minutes?” he tsked. “They’re gonna ruin you for that.” 
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♡parts: one // two // three //♡
❥pairing: weedman!yoongi X black!reader
❥genre: angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: Yoongi wants you to to try his new products…
❥!!warnings!!: sexual activity while under the influence of weed & edibles (high yoongi omfg😵‍💫), mentions of healthy weight gain being praised
❥other warnings: fingering, oral (male receiving), riding, first time raw sex (please use protection!), hickeys, hand holding💔, weed smoking & edibles
❥notice: Suga is Yoongi’s street name. Reader is 21 and Yoongi is 25 here. (Also, yes I did up their ages cause this series is over a year old so I let them grow with it). Ik it’s kinda long but cmon nowwww I know you missed these two so I made it like we were catching back up with them😮‍💨💔
-Did you know that Big Poppa by Biggie is in Yoongi’s favorite tracks on Spotify??????🥴 Yeahhhhhhhhh.
❥word count: 8.5k damn
-inspo: These screenshots from his VLive along with the FUCKING live itself and his AMAs look for the My Universe stage with that damn gray hoodie gave me all the motivation I needed for Big Poppa 3. Literally. Inspo also from a Yoongi edit I made over a year ago.
-song rec: big poppa - The Notorious B.I.G. (slowed)
-author’s note: There’s some mentions of how Big Poppa is tied to Want Me, @maddeinvenus suggested I do it long ago so I kind of connected them🤭
-This is probably the last installment of Big Poppa 🥹. Don’t worry though, I have a thing for revisiting certain tropes so there may be another weedman!member fic coming along or even another Yoongi one. Who y’all tryna see next? Hope you are excited for this and that you enjoyyyy!!🥰🤍
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Your semester sucked ass.
Classes were hard, professors didn’t care about the horrendous work loads, and peers constantly made staying on campus a living hell. You’d lost count of how many times curfews were enforced and how many community service events were held to scrub spray paint off of brick walls. You’d went. Only because you didn’t have shit else to do and the credits would look good on your résumé that you had not been working on since you started university.
At least your first semester of your junior year was done. Final exams had rolled around again and so did the looming stress, but you pulled through. Getting good grades wasn’t your concern; As long as you’d gotten it out the way, you could relax. 
Or try to. Staying in your dorm or on campus in general was depressing to you, because the only person you wanted to see every day wasn’t there. In fact, he went missing for two months. It wasn’t intentional or like he didn’t inform you or anything… He’d went to South Korea with RM for something important to do with his business. He didn’t up and leave for no reason. And there were sweet messages on your phone every time you woke up. Still, he was missing to you. 
The only thing that keeps you sane in his absence is going over his house every day. He’d left you with his keys and asked to look over his place, which you did, but you just couldn’t resist bringing your things along and spending nights there. His sheets still smelled heavily of his cologne—along with the potent scent of weed—and it brought you enough comfort to sleep amidst worrying about him being across the world. (Plus, masturbating in the blankets that smelled of him got you off. He didn’t mind, per a few pictures you sent him that got jealous feedback.)
You missed Yoongi so bad. You missed the sex and the weed, too, but none of that compared to him as a person. He made you so happy, made you get butterflies when he crossed your mind hundreds of times out the day, made you really soft for him…
You were so whipped.
“Fuck you, Yoongi,” you mumble to yourself with a huff as you take a seat on one of the cool benches in the courtyard. The people you were walking with sit around, too, still hype from the frat party you all just left. It’s nighttime and past midnight. You went out for a night of fun, but you were hoping everyone else was ready to head to bed soon. You want to leave and go fall into a deep sleep in Yoongi’s blankets.
“But did y’all see the way they were moving though?” Some girl that you can’t remember the name of says, mentioning the frat boys’ raunchy dancing. “Grinding shouldn’t look that… bad.”
“Right? So many girls were screaming at it, too. Seems like all it takes is a little dry humping the floor to make females go crazy,” Lance says, and you roll your eyes at the cringey term while the girl laughs. Some men were still calling women ‘females’? Ew. Yoongi would never.
“Jealous?” you can’t help but to try him.
“Of resorting myself to a horn dog?” Lance frowns. “Don’t think so.”
The girl gives an annoyed look at you, and the rest of the group laughs at their antics. Nothing’s funny, they’re all pretty much wack, and you’re not feeling them. Ugh, you should have branched off from people you knew in your class and split with the nerdy ones. One of them recommended you anime flicks, and you should have took their offer on going with them to the rec room to watch. On the inside, you somehow think the night would have ended up the same anyways: being annoyed by men trying to play “alpha male” and women eating it up.
“What about you then?” 
It’s too quiet for a second, so you glance up to see Nick looking over at you, waiting for an answer. “What about me, what?”
“You liked watching those guys?” A smirk forms on Nick’s tan face. What is he getting at? You didn’t care for any of the frat boys, but they ate up their little dance routine. 
“It was good,” you shrug, and Lance shakes his head as if he’s disappointed. 
“Females.” 
“Seriously,” the girl next to you scoffs in agreement. “It was so disgusting. And overly sexual.” 
“I mean… maybe if you both knew how to dance like that… or if you had just looked away from it, it wouldn’t be a problem,” you hold your hands up as if to say you aren’t trying to be offensive to them and make them out to be haters, but you really are. The girl is chuckling at your boldness. You don’t know why, but you want to slap her.
“Females are so picky,” Lance starts, continuing the conversation you are already done with. “They want someone stupidly handsome and athletic… who’s a dick. They don’t like the good guys. Unlike Jade here.” 
The girl, apparently Jade, nods. “True. They always want to run behind the bad guys when there’s so many good men out there. It’s so trashy.”
You sigh, not wanting to hear this “pick me” shit. Not from a dude you saw trying to hit on every girl at that damn party, including you. And especially not from a girl condoning their words. Lance and Nick are the typical “good guy” claimers yet constantly make misogynistic jokes and aren’t even entertaining personality wise. The bitch next to you… needs a reality check and a better “no-makeup makeup look” routine to be more believable. You’ll pass. 
Before another one of them can bring up anything else about “females”, a group you recognize from the party loudly walks by. Some track runners.
“Yo, what’s good Lance. Nick,” one of them handshakes with both the guys. “Saw the soccer game the other day, really good play.” 
You want to laugh so bad at how Lance and Nick are puffing their chests up to the track team. “Thanks, man, can’t wait til track season starts back next year to see you on the run. What you got there?” 
By time the track runner guy passed in front of you on the bench to handshake with Lance and Nick, you’d smelled it. Anyone knew the smell of weed from anywhere— the scent is always strong. But no one knows that signature musky and sweet aroma like you do. Except for the motherfucker that deals it. 
“Weed,” the guy cheeses, showing off the poorly rolled blunt. “Just got some from the dude in the parking lot.” 
Your body runs cold. It can’t be. You grab for your shoulder purse and dig around for your phone. 
“Terrance, crowned dumbest freshman of the semester,” Nick tsks, running a hand through his brown hair but taking the blunt when it’s offered to him. “Buying weed from someone random?” 
“There was a whole line and it seemed like everyone knew him. How were we just supposed to sit there and not go and get some? Plus, it wasn’t as expensive like that one guy who charges 40 for a gram.”
“Who’s selling other than B-Jock?” Jade questions. “The campus weed man has been gone for like two months.” 
For an uptight and innocent posing ass bitch, she’s surely invested in the school’s weed business.
“Sugar, right?” Lance asks.
“It’s Suga,” Jade corrects. “And his weed is top tier quality. No way he came back without giving his customers a notice. Shooting a text is so easy.” 
You sneer to yourself at her entitled comment. Yoongi didn’t owe anyone he sold to shit; He already gave discounted prices. You remember how pressed people were when he disappeared all of a sudden. He had a life, too, and none of them needed to be all in that kind of business of his. Maybe you weren’t mad like them, because Yoongi had told you about his little vacation… But whatever. If anyone had a right to know if he was coming back, it would be you, since you both text frequently and did things outside of weed… He would let you know, right?
Of course he would. And you’re hoping so as you’re waiting for your phone to power back on. The one time you turn your phone off to preserve battery, this shit happens. At least the device kept the 7% of juice left. 
“Oh, then, yeah,” Terrance shrugs, taking his blunt back and passing it on to another team member. “I guess that’s him in the parking lot selling. With the real nice Mercedes?” 
It’s him. 
Jade realizes that it’s him as well, because she hops up off the bench next to you. “Bye!! See you guys in class Monday!” and runs towards the direction of the campus parking lot. You can’t blame her pick-me ass. You’re about to do the same. 
Lance complains about how he was trying to get Jade’s number before the night ended, while you quickly click on the notifications that have finally loaded. Your phone’s light catches your smile when you see they’re all from Yoongi. 
[4] missed FaceTime calls from 🖤
🖤 [11:02 PM]: daddy’s about to be back in town and I’m being ghosted… 
🖤 [11:06 PM]: forgot you’re at a party :(
🖤 [11:08 PM]: I just saw the picture why are you looking so fine???
🖤 [11:09 PM]: god I miss you
🖤 [11:09 PM]: you’re so pretty what the hell
🖤 [11:10 PM]: fuck.
🖤 [11:11 PM]: wanna give you hugs and kisses
🖤 [11:11 PM]: and eat you out
🖤 [11:12 PM]: tonight… No now...
🖤[11:12 PM]: my cutie :((
🖤 [11:15 PM]: well have fun and be safe I’ll text when I make it 🖤
🖤 [12:34 AM]: made it but you’re still out and people are begging me to sell so I’ll be in the parking lot lol
Your phone time says 1:40. He was waiting for you to text back for two hours, shit. But it’s fine. You’re positive he’s still out there even if he’s done selling. You don’t bother to text back, because you know where you’re going by the time you stand up and start to walk away with the giddiest smile on your face.
“________? You’re gone for the night?” Nick asks. 
“Yup. Going to go smoke weed,” you flat out say, having a feeling that they have resentment towards girls who smoke. You live for the look on the guys’ faces, including the track team’s, so you continue. “And get my guts rearranged. In a car… See you Monday!” 
“O-Oh, okay!” Nick shouts back with an awkward thumbs up, and you laugh with a wave, hoping that this will cause them to outcast you even though you only “befriended” them for the night.
You’re pissed that you wore strappy heels with your off the shoulder sweater dress, more annoyed that you can’t get to Yoongi as fast as possible than you were when you walked around all night in them. However, you get there in less than 5 minutes. There’s not a line anymore, so you suspect that the people hanging around in groups have already bought from Yoongi and are smoking their buds. What there is left in the line though is a guy and Jade. You don’t know much about her to be clenching your hands up into fists like you do. 
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. And then you’re walking across the lot to Yoongi’s Mercedes. 
It’s parked in its usual spot in the back. His trunk is opened, and it’s facing the trees— an attempt to hide what’s going on. As you approach closer, Jade hears the sound of your heels clicking, looks at you, but then turns back around to not acknowledge you more. Oh. So she is one of those. 
The guy in front of her speaks, though you know it’s to Yoongi, you can’t see him. “Shit, man. I’m two dollars short. Let me run to my car real quick, I’ll be—“
“You good, man.” 
Your stomach clenches at the simple sound of his voice. 
“Here,” and then you see a hand give the college student a baggie holding about two grams. 
“Preciate it, Suga.”
The guy turns to leave, walking past Jade but noticing you from a community service event. You smile and wave as he does the same. Jade steps forward next, and, in the most respectful way, do you want to drag her by her ponytail when she greets Yoongi with the grossest voice you’ve ever heard. 
“Hi, Suga!” It’s so fakely sweet with a definite sensual undertone. “What do you think I should get tonight? And I love the rings. Are they new?”
Rings? Why the fuck is she assessing him so hard to notice what’s on his fingers? Then to compliment them? Fuck no. You hear Yoongi’s own fake laugh, and you have to look down to cover the smirk that crosses your face. He doesn’t want to entertain her ass. 
“They are new, and I don’t know,” he answers. “The two grams count of the new batch has been selling the most.”
“Ooh! A new batch?”
“Yeah, so sorry if the price is a little higher.”
“That’s completely fine for you, Suga… Hmm… I think I’ll take an eighth tonight,” she smirks. “It’s a lot, isn’t it? Wish I had someone to smoke with, you know?”
“It’s 40. And uh, yeah, I guess? Smoking with other people are fun.”
“Right?” Jade agrees and cuts right to the chase. “Oh, are you finally free tonight? I’ve missed you the past few months. I don’t like that you didn’t tell me you were leaving… and left me in the dirt after how long I’ve been asking.”
You roll your eyes, not believing that Yoongi really has to put up with some customers like this. You clench the strap of your handbag. 
“I don’t think I need to apologize about not informing you on my personal life,” Yoongi states, trying to be as nice as possible by leaving it at that. “And I don’t have that eighth ready right now, give me a second to package it.” 
Jade looks as if she’s about to move closer to him, so you take this as your chance to speak up. “Is a two gram pack ready?” You question loud enough. 
Yoongi answers without bothering to see who spoke. “Yep. I can get you real quick.” 
You and Jade eye each other as she steps to the side to let you in front of her, and you finally get the first glimpse of Yoongi searching around his organized trunk of goodies. You swear you’re about to pass out when you see he’s wearing a gray-toned fit. And are your eyes playing tricks on you? His hair is not as dark as it was before…
But right now, you’re too focused on how you’re about to tell Jade off, and what better way to do that, than to show her? It’s hilarious that she thinks you’re about to take your little baggie and leave them two to be alone. Not on your watch. 
“How much?” 
“25.”
“Plus you?” 
Yoongi laughs, because you know he thinks it’s a good pickup line idea. “I’m not on the table.” 
You fake pout. “So funny you say that after you texted me a few hours ago about eating me out…”
His head shoots up so fast that he almost hits the hood of his trunk. The gummy smile that graces his face has you smiling like an idiot, too, because, holy hell is he so fucking pretty. He looks so much more gorgeous without having to see him behind a screen.
“You crazy ass woman,” he greets you with a bone crushing hug, head falling right to your neck to breathe in his favorite perfume you love to wear. “I was planning on acting pissed at you for not answering my calls, but seeing you makes me think otherwise.” 
You pull away with a laugh, “You’re so overdramatic. I told you I was at a party. I was going to…“ you pause mid-sentence, your eyes falling onto his hair. You knew it looked different even though it’s a bit dark to see. 
He bites his lip with a smirk in amusement as he watches your three stages of the surprise: amazement, betrayal, and anger. “What?”
You run your manicured fingers through his newly colored orange hair, loving how it looks so good on him with his growing mullet. You breathe out, “You’re out of your fucking mind for this.” 
“It’s just orange.” 
“No, this color makes me want to get on my knees right here, right now,” you admit, feeling your insides seriously twist again. “You didn’t even send me a picture.”
“Cause I just dyed it yesterday and wanted to surprise you,” he states with that toothy smile of his. “I took fresh pictures for you. I’ll show you them.” 
“Hmph.” You do a once over of him altogether, admiring his face—the scar on his eye nothing but a faint mark now—his skin glowing, body looking a bit buffer… His scent familiar and reminding you of his bed. 
You feel your eyes jerking with tears when you notice the new bling on his fingers, but your heart melts even more when you see the necklace plated in gold with your name he’s wearing around his neck like it’s a medal. He’s finally back. 
“Oh, let me get her her stuff, and then we’ll get in,” Yoongi pulls away to organize Jade’s weed. “I have something special for you, baby.”
You smile and lean on the back of his car as you watch him. “Other than what we’re about to do?” 
He smirks and nods. You want him to face fuck you so bad. This hunk of a man. “Mhm. You’ll like it.” 
“Love it,” you correct him. 
He finishes packaging Jade’s buds safely into a container and hands it to her while she hands him cash. No one else has come to buy, seeing as a good portion of the campus probably already has by now for the night. “It’s a new batch that’s a bit stronger so be safe while smoking it.” 
“Awe, I sure will, Suga,” Jade says with a pressed-lip smile. “Oh. And about if you were free or not, text and let me know. You have my number.” 
Did she not get the hint? She really stood here and watched you both and even listened to Yoongi call you baby and still decided to try and spit game at him? All while pretending you aren’t there? Maybe you or your name around his neck wasn’t clear enough for her to understand. 
You take a long, petty glance at Jade before pulling Yoongi into a kiss. Yoongi had obviously missed you just as much with how his tongue slips inside your mouth easily, hands falling to your waist to pull you closer. The moan he gives you has you moaning back, but you pull away before it gets too X-Rated. That’s for the car. “He’s busy,” you tell Jade as you wipe your smeared gloss from his lips.
She blinks dumbly. “I… can see that. Uhm…” You raise your eyebrows at her, ready for her to say something smart, but she realizes she’s not wanted here. “See you two later…” And spins around to walk away. Good. She’ll be just fine smoking that damn weed on her own. The fuck did she think this was?
“Bye, Jade!” You squeal and wave for good measure. “See you in class Monday, babes!”
When she’s far away enough, you sense Yoongi moving. “What’d she do?” He asks with a laugh while he grabs some things out of his trunk. You giggle at how he caught on to the fact that you don’t like her. 
“In short, she’s a pick-me,” you answer.
“Understandable. I can’t stand her either. She constantly blows up my phone.”
“That’s her?” You question, remembering when you’d asked one night why his phone was going off so much, and he said it was no one important. You trusted him about it. He was right.
“Yeah. She gets ignored unless she’s trying to buy,” he says, handing you a black, plastic bag to hold while he gets the others and closes the trunk.
“What’s this?” You ask as he guides you to the passenger side to open the door for you. 
“You’ll see.” You nod and bend down to put the bag on the seat. Taking off your purse to put it on the dashboard, you feel a hand at your backside. 
“You’re gaining weight on me?” Yoongi asks. You don’t think he means it in a bad way, but you react nervously as you stand back up to look at him. 
“During final exams, I was really stressed… s-so.”
“Oh, no, there’s nothing wrong with it, uhh…” he blushes with a lip bite, but doesn’t forget to squeeze the hell out of your butt cheek underneath your dress. “You look fucking amazing. I just know that it… wasn’t moving like this before—“
“Yoongi!” You squeal and hit him in the arm, nothing but bulging muscle hitting you back. You guess both of you gained healthy weight in the absence of each other. 
He moves his hands with a chuckle and lets you get inside. Closing the door, he jogs to the driver’s side to get in. You can’t help the familiar feeling of being with him again making you practically combust in your seat. Staying at his house wasn’t shit compared to this. 
“Are you cold? Hot?” Yoongi asks, and you tell him you’re a little hot. He bumps up the AC. Locking the doors and turning off the engine with a sigh, he turns to look at you. The blue accent lights in his car give enough light to admire each other after two months of not being face-to-face. 
You both stare for a while, basking in each other’s presence. The romantic and sexual tension is high. 
You speak first. “How was South Korea with RM?” 
“Aish, it was so fun, ________,” Yoongi grins as he reminisces. “Me and RM did some touring, and it was kinda cool to see the things that had changed and things that had stayed the same since we were last there years ago. I’ll show you the pictures. Oh. I saw some of my family, too. We mainly worked on the weed batches though.”
You stop him. “You saw some of your family? H-… How was it?”
“Of course it was kinda shit. I had only went to visit my brother, but he invited our parents last minute, too, cause supposedly they’d been begging to see me after all these years. They don’t like what I do, but the love was still there,” he states. “Well, barely. I’m not planning on seeing my parents again anytime soon. They pissed me off when I mentioned you, so.” 
You don’t need for him to go into any more details. You can already suspect how it went. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.” 
He shakes his head and reaches over to sweep a few of your knotless braids out of your face. “It’s not your fault you’re so unbelievably gorgeous, cutie,” he says softly. “My pretty girl.” 
You find yourself shyly smiling at his words to which he chuckles at how flustered he got you. The rings on his knuckles gently knock against your cheek, and you grab his hand before he can take them away.
“You really want to hurt me,” you mumble as he flexes his hand for you, the big letter rings that spell out SUGA on them sparkling. “These are so hot, Yoongi.” 
“Hm, you think so?” he asks. “Your necklace still wasn’t done, but he said it should be finished before Christmas. I think it’s cute that it’ll be like a present.”
Your gaze is on nothing but the damn rings on those fingers of his. “This… feels like my present.” Yoongi chuckles, practically having to snatch his hand away from you. 
“I’ll let you play on them later. I want to show you what I brought back.” 
Digging among the things he took out of the trunk, you see packs of items you’d never seen before. They looked like different types of candies with a variety of flavors and textures, including chocolates. You examine one of the bags to confirm your suspicions. 
“Edibles? I think you’re in love with me, Chucky.” 
The ginger haired man gives you the smuggest look, eyes crinkling up cutely at your assumption and nickname. “RM liked the idea of starting edibles as well when I told him you suggested it. So we hopped on it as soon as possible. Can’t wait for you to try it.”
As Yoongi opens a package for you, you question, “I thought you were only going over to South Korea to make new batches? You’re so sick for this.” 
“We did, anddd,” he pulls out a closed container that has a big label with your name on it. “This is yours. It was the first official batch we made, and only RM and I tried it.” 
The container full of weed is handed to you. “Can you smoke some with me?” 
“That’s not even a question, ________. I’d rather you smoke it with me first anyways.”
You grin and place it on the arm rest. Yoongi starts explaining the THC edibles to you, their flavors, and that they might not taste all that good since him and RM just wanted to try it out. The first candy that is handed to you looks like a sour gummy worm. You eat it.
“Mmm,” you eat another one.
“Can you taste it?” 
“A bit. It’s there but it’s not too strong. It does give the candy a different flavor, but overall it tastes good.”
Yoongi takes your good criticism to heart and has you try some of the other gummies. “I should sell?” You nod, enjoying some of the chocolates now to which he chuckles at. “Ah, don’t eat too much, we don’t know the intensity of the high yet. You ate already, right?”
“I don’t think they’ll hit me that hard,” you claim, sucking on one that has a cherry middle. Many people claim edibles aren’t shit, and you can prove that you’ve tried edibles that didn’t do shit to you. You know Yoongi’s products are legit, but you think you’ll be fine. “And yeah, I ate before the party. You ate?” 
He nods. “Right after I got off the plane. Even though you ate, I’m gonna need you to put these down before you wake up with the worst headache. I told RM you were gonna be obsessed with them.”
You take his advice and put the edible candies to the side. “You’re right. How is he doing, by the way?” 
Yoongi leans back in his seat to look at you as he talks. “Honestly, kinda shitty. You know his wife, SooHee? Uh, yeah, their cover got blown as being a fake arranged marriage thing back in SK, so a lot of shit is going down at the trap. You know he’s the leader now, so it’s much harder on him since he has to make most of the decisions. Along with that, he’s kinda crushing on this girl, I’m talking took her to his little spot on the hills and everything type of crush, but he’s such a dickhead and thinks a relationship would be too hard. Plus, he has this nonchalant ‘I don’t care’ vibe around girls he likes so I’m sure that’s making it worse.”
“Wow,” you blink. “Pretty sure that sucks for her. You think she’ll break him soon?”
“She already has. Apparently she’d sent him a long paragraph about him being an asshole, and he texted back some stupid shit, but they still ended up on the hills again. He doesn’t like being disrespected, so I’m surprised she’s not dead. He obviously cares.”
“He so cares,” you smile, loving the drama from RM’s side of life. 
“She goes to your university actually,” Yoongi smirks. “Probably know her.” 
“I probably don’t want to know her if she’s fucking RM.”
“She’s the complete opposite of what you think his type would be.” 
You just shake your head and laugh, not being able to picture what sane girl in their right state of mind would date RM, let alone want to be with him. He was really a gentleman, but he gave off such vibes that screamed a bit of toxicity when it came to being emotionally available with partners. He seemed like the type to be covered in mixed signals, relationship wise.
Yoongi asks how your exams were, and you tell him that you think you did good, but if you didn’t, then oh, well. College is so draining, and you’re not one to fret over tests like that. At this point in your university life, you’re just riding the wave of completing as much work as you can, not really learning the material. You assume you’ll be fine as long as you stay on track.
“It sounds like you deserve a smoke,” Yoongi suggests, and you grin widely as you see him open the sleek bag containing what you want so badly. Out comes the rolling paper, and the container with the first new batch of weed is popped open. The smell is loud, and you’ve smoked enough to know that it smells heavier this time. 
As Yoongi splays out the wrapper and grabs a bud, he tells you again, “Before we smoke this, I wanna make sure you realize that this is going to be much stronger, even stronger than what I sold today.”
“Are you trying to scare me?” You question with a cocked eyebrow. “I think I can take it.” It couldn’t be as strong as he’s making it out to be, right? 
Yoongi just hums with a little smirk playing on his pink lips. “I know you can take it. Just wanted to remind you.”
He takes the green bud between his fingers and squeezes, crushing it into flakes, spreading it evenly on the brown paper. Yoongi offers you to roll, but you ask him to continue instead, only because you want to see his dangerous tongue lick along the edges to seal it. He locks eyes with you as he coaxes the blunt closed, his pupils dilated and teasingly glaring your way. Your mouth is watering.
You feel like you’re already high off the scent of his weed, faded off the way the perfectly rolled blunt looks between his sexy, ringed fingers. He knows how much he’s affecting you with that cocky look on his face. “Wanna take the first hit?”
You blink out of your daze. “Y-Yeah. I can.”
Yoongi chuckles lowly at your stammering, and you have to fight the urge to cross your legs. You cannot fold this early. 
Yoongi holds the blunt towards you, and you open your mouth to let him put it between your teeth. He pats his jeans for a lighter—a fiery red one tonight—and sparks it a few times. It comes to life, he cups the flame over the end of your joint until it blazes orange, and the blunt is lit. 
You inhale that first smoke, and your body warms up instantly, your muscles relax. It doesn’t feel much different at the moment. The taste is much bitter than before, but still so sweet and too delectable for a drug. You take the blunt out of your mouth and exhale, passing it on to Yoongi across the arm rest. 
“Good?” He asks before he inhales his first pull. 
You lick your lips. “Mhm.”
He smiles after he blows out his smoke, handing the blunt back to you. A couple of more puffs are exchanged, and then he’s reaching for the radio. “It’s only right that I turn this on…”
You’re wondering for a second what is it that he could possibly want to play on the radio while you both hotbox, but as soon as you hear the beginning of that song’s addictive intro, your clouded mind is hooked.
“You’re so cheesy,” you tell Yoongi as none other than Biggie Smalls himself starts mumbling his adlibs throughout the car. 
“I had to play it,” Yoongi grins and turns up the volume. “I downloaded a looped and reverbed version while in SK, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the song. And you.” 
You hum softly as you breathe in another puff of weed, admiring the wholesome man in front of you. Your heart is flipping as you watch and listen to him. 
“Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot? Now check it.”
Yoongi only stops his rapping to smoke the joint, exhaling and passing it as he smooths back into the main chorus of Big Poppa. He continues, facing you as he gets all into the song.
“Plans to leave, throw the keys to little Cease. Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt.”
You grin and dance a bit in your seat to hype his sexy voice, winding your hips a bit, trying to comprehend why he sounds like he could actually be a rapper. He knows all the lyrics by heart, too, like it’s his favorite song. It’s charming to think that he’s tied this iconic piece of art to you and himself.
Maintaining eye contact with you and leaning in, Yoongi raps lowly, “Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gone do what we came to do, ain’t that right, boo?”
You pull the blunt out of your mouth just in time to do the adlib. “True!”
Yoongi smirks so hard at you joining in on the fun, his eyes falling to your lips while you take an extra drag. He leans even closer, mere inches away. 
“Forget the telly, we just go to the crib—“ your own eyes drop down to his pink lips now, the lyrics barely audible in your thrumming ears. “—And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke L’s while you do me…”
Yoongi takes the initiative to capture your mouth as the chorus to Big Poppa hits. His hand comes up to cradle the side of your neck, and yours drops to his chest, making sure to hold the weed out of the way with the other as not to burn anything. 
His lips are moist and pillowy, so succulent that you have to bite and teethe at them. His breath smells of the honeyed marijuana when he sighs aloud, moving to lick his tongue up your jaw. Your eyes roll back, and you bite your own lips in anticipation as he nibbles at the spot underneath your ear, whispering his own version of the next line of lyrics:
“Cause I see a lady tonight that should be having my baby…” he rasps. “Baby…”
You gasp out with a grip to his shoulders, trying to stop the dripping you can feel between your legs. “D-Don’t say things like that…”
Yoongi just laughs again, still abusing the skin of your throat with his damp kisses and bites. “Like what, cutie?”
Your head feels like it���s full of fog, but you’re able to get your words out. “Things that infer that you want to fuck me full of your cum…”
“Watch your mouth,” he grumbles on your flesh. Another high laugh, and Yoongi moves his hand to your hip, his voice dropping an octave deeper as he whispers, “But I do.”
You suck in a breath. Super safe Yoongi who always has a condom on hand and wants to ensure you both have the most protected sex is suggesting otherwise. Maybe it’s because he missed you so much. You can barely focus with his cat-like eyes glaring at you up and down, checking you out as if he just met you.
He licks his lips and slurs in that deep voice of his, “Don’t act like it didn’t get you wet.”
Oh, god…
You roll your eyes despite your thighs clinging together. “Mmm, I don’t think it did.” It most definitely got you more soaked than you were at first. 
“No?” Yoongi asks, and you shake your head. He doesn’t believe you.
“No!” You laugh uncontrollably when he reaches for the hem of your dress, but you push his hands away and stick the blunt back in between your teeth to fuck with him. 
He leans in closely to call your bluff, even parting his lips, and you blow your smoke back into his mouth. The cloudy wisps of air are cut off as he kisses you again, snatching the mostly smoked weed out of your hand and stubbing it out in the ashtray underneath the radio. You sigh heavily and pull him nearer by the neck. He grips your thighs open, and you let him in this time.
“Fucking hell…” he groans at the sheer stickiness his fingers are met with when he touches the crotch of your panties. “Liar.”
“S-So?” You breathe into his neck. He starts rubbing tight, slow circles on your clit with his thumb, and your legs spread out more on their own. “You knew I was.”
“I did,” Yoongi hums and presses harder on your bundle of nerves, teeth nipping your ear. “My weed gets you so wet, right? Or is it just me?”
“B-Both.” You teethe your lip with a whine. “But mainly y-you, Yoongi, s-shit.”
The ginger haired man slides his fingers down your slit, the rings on them bumping your thigh as he toys with your panties. He grunts when he struggles with the thin straps of your thong, choosing to slip his fingers underneath the lace instead to properly touch you. A laugh and a moan bubbles in your throat at his thick digits struggling stupidly against the fabric but still massaging you just right. 
“You’re so fucking high,” you whimper into the kiss. He talked all that shit about the weed batch being too strong for you but fell victim to it harder.
“Shut up—fuck,” Yoongi growls, watching himself push a finger inside. Your mouth drops open, and you clench his graffitied gray sweatshirt at the feeling, bucking your hips, trying anything to get it deeper to ease the coil of pressure. The coolness of the U and G rings are deliciously searing on your wetness as he starts stroking, but Yoongi realizes the bulky jewelry is in the way. 
“Don’t wanna scrape you,” he mumbles and pops them off his veiny hand one-by-one, dropping them in the cup holder and putting those fingers right back where they belong. Your body curls in when he sinks them to the hilt, an embarrassingly noisy sucking sound following his deep thrusts.
He praises about how wet and warm you are as you grind your pussy on his hand, but he’s not really fucking you how you want him to, for he knows those devil digits of his can have you at their mercy instantly.
He’s trying to stretch you out more than let you cum, but you know you’re wet and spread enough to take him at any second now. So you guide his hand away from you and tell him to pull his dick out. You undo your heels, get on your knees on the seat, and bend over the arm rest while he undoes his zipper. His eyes are red and low as he observes you grabbing his hard shaft, you licking your lips at the first look of the angry, leaking tip.
You haven’t had good dick in your mouth for two fucking months, so you don’t waste another moment. Yoongi’s eyes roll back as you kiss the head of his cock, and an open mouthed groan gasps out of him. His velvet softness is licked and suckled on, your hands gripping the rest of his stiffness to stimulate him as much as you can. 
You pull back to stroke him steadily while holding eye contact, and high Yoongi looks so cute with blushing, red cheeks when you open your mouth and dribble spit right on his pink tip. He goes insane when you dip back down to glide it all over him as natural lube and let the droplets slide to his balls. You choke into a moan when his palm smacks your butt cheek as you deep-throat him.
“Shittt—“ he hisses, his hips thrusting up into your mouth. “Left you starving, hm?”
Yes. Like did he really have the nerve to think you weren’t going to force him to bust in your mouth in only a few minutes? High Yoongi can’t control his orgasms, and high you loves seeing him break.
You keep swallowing him down even though there’s the sound of a lighter flicking on and the powerful smell of weed again. You hear Yoongi inhale a pull, another hiss following when you use the tip of your tongue to massage his balls. The double stimulations of your fast, deep bobbings and the weed have him stuck.
You lift up again to catch your breath, whimpering at the sight of your weedman smoking the relit joint while you give him head. There’s a mixture of spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin now, but Yoongi doesn’t care and pulls you in for a sloppier kiss and licks his lips after. He brushes yours apart with his thumb to get you to open your mouth and breathe in your own cloud of the drug.
Yoongi’s lip-bitten smirk and piercing eyes watching you while you blow the smoke over his sticky tip and kiss down the length of him is about to make you cum. His dick jerks on your tongue in warning that he is, too, but he pushes you off of him and starts pulling you over the arm rest.
“I need to be inside you right now,” he grunts angrily, stubbing the blunt out again.
“Yoongi—“ You laugh as he maneuvers you to his side. “Yoongi, a condom—mmfph—“
“Fuck the condom…” he yanks up the back of your dress once you’re straddling his hips. “Just sit on it, shit.”
If you weren’t close to as high as he was would you be more inclined to argue him down about using protection. But instead, you let him move your ruined panties to the side. You reach back to line him up, the naked shaft reminding you that there will be no barrier. You two will deal with that later, or your birth control will finally have its chance to be useful.
You and the weedman maintain eye contact as you start lowering yourself onto him. You can’t think straight when the head of his cock touches your folds, the bare and wet contact making you both pant. Yoongi uses his other hand to wrap around your waist and help guide himself inside.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he groans when he feels the resistance of how tight you are, but you angle down to get the tip to slip in.
It’s easier to slowly push the rest of him inside then, and you only have to stop for a few seconds to relax your core muscles. You finally sit down on his lap, and Yoongi makes the same anguished but pleasurable moan as you. He’s touching your cervix once you take him all in, and you whine even more when he entangles one of your hands together in his and holds it behind your back. Yoongi grabs your ass cheek with his other hand to get you to slide up, and the drag rubs against every part of your pussy.
“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper, trying to move your hand, but he holds it tightly and secure enough to not let you use it. You just grip his hand back for support and use your other to hold onto his shoulder, because high Yoongi is—
“About to ruin this pussy, baby,” he mumbles, the words rolling off of his tongue sexily, his hips meeting yours.
“Hmmm,” you moan and use your leg strength to start bouncing on his dick and matching his rhythm. Yoongi bites his lip as he watches you do your thing on top of him, low eyes appreciating your body and how it moves.
He looks up at you like he’s in love, and your tongues meet in a wet kiss that makes you press your torso flush to his. “F-Fuck, Yoongi,” you huff as you move to suck his neck, Yoongi’s own breath hitching in his throat.
He keeps his hand gripping and slapping your backside as he rocks you on his cock. His movements start getting slower but deeper, and you flip your braids over your shoulder to turn your head and watch.
Yoongi’s digging your pussy out. All you can see are your cheeks clapping, your weedman’s strong hand squeezing your flesh and spreading you for him, still holding your hand above your ass in the other. All you can hear is the wet sound of your privates connecting, Big Poppa looping on the radio in the background of you and Yoongi’s lovemaking noises. 
“Gonna make me fill you up so good,” he says against the shell of your ear. All you respond with is a high-pitched moan and clenching muscles.
“Ohh,” Yoongi’s chuckle is sinister. “She wants me to, huh?”
She—as in your pussy—does want Yoongi to cum inside. You don’t get this wet or desperate for anyone else.
“Yes,” you tell him with your quickening speed on his lap, nails scratching the hand that’s keeping yours captive. “D-don’t pull out.”
Yoongi chuckles at your wish. “If you… shit… think I’m gonna pull out after you’re fucking me like this… I would call you crazy, ________.”
You laugh and slow your hips a bit to speak, “I want you to—I need…”
“Need my cum in you?” He asks softly, letting your hand go and grabbing your waist. You finally get to wrap both arms around his neck.
“I do,” you answer. 
“Right,” he mumbles with a lingering smirk. “Show me how much you want my cum, cutie…”
You grin in acceptance of his challenge. You move back to pull the hem of your dress over your head, assuming that this will be easy when Yoongi grabs at your bare chest like it’s muscle memory. Your hands fall to his shoulders, you close your eyes, and you start fucking yourself on his dick like you deserve it. Because you do when it’s yours.
Yoongi’s flushed face ends up in your breasts, because he can’t stop himself from licking over your nipples. His sexy noises against your sternum has you holding him there, and it just feels so good added onto how you’re riding him. He goes to gripping your hips like before, tilting his head up to slide his tongue in your mouth, and fucking you from below even harder.
“A-Almost,” you wheeze, holding his face tight in your palms.
“I’m close, too,” he’s breathless against your lips. “L-Last chance to change your mind.”
He’s talking about not pulling out. Amidst your drugged mental states, Yoongi withholds his virtues.
“No,” you say. “Cum inside me, Yoongi.”
The moan he growls out makes your pussy clench dangerously around his length to the point that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. His tight grip etches into the skin of your hips so that he can thrust faster, and two of his fingers fly down to flick your clit. 
You’re dazed and dopey as you orgasm, Yoongi having fucked you more senseless than the weed did. You ride him through his climax, too, swirling your hips around, shallowly stroking his cumming tip with your pussy. He tenses and shakes violently beneath you as he marks you with his seed next, thrusting slowly to help you through yours.
“Fuck,” he slurs against your neck, breathing heavily as he pampers you with kisses. “I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you, too, Yoongi,” you breathe out.
He’s high. You’re high. It’ll be forgotten in the morning.
He doesn’t make a move to pull out of you, not bothering to put himself away. Just wants to have his arms around you and you as close as possible on his lap as he comes down from both of his highs.
“You know what we should do?” His voice is low but audible enough over the music.
You sit back on his lap, twirling your fingers in his damp, orange hair, ready to hear him out. “What?”
“Date.” Yoongi cutely grins like he figured out something so amazing. “I take you out—anywhere you want to go—and we do… fun shit. I buy you flowers and candy or whatever you want… all that extra shit… What do you think?”
You giggle. 
“You’re so hilarious when you’re out of it, Yoongi.”
He’s conflicted by your reaction. “That was not… what I was expecting.”
You laugh harder this time, rubbing under Yoongi’s puffy eyes and cooing at him. “Yoongi… we’re already dating…? We’re in a relationship.”
His eyes widen comically. “What? Since when?”
Leave it up to a weedman like Yoongi being horny and delusional when high.
“For months… I literally have the key to your house, Yoongi. You took me on a date and made me your girlfriend? You ask me out like this every time we hotbox.”
Your boyfriend’s expression lets you know he’s thinking really hard about this “new information” and interprets it in the funniest way.
“Do you know how fucking fine you have to be for me to make you mine over and over again when I’m high?” he questions.
“Pretty damn fine, I guess,” you grin back, lying your head on his shoulder. Yoongi holds you tighter.
You lay on Yoongi like that for a good half hour, swooning over the pictures from his phone that he took in South Korea and almost barking at the ones of the process of him bleaching his hair. You eventually pull your dress back on and slide into the passenger seat after talking some more about life in general. It’s almost four in the morning now when Yoongi revs the car back up and heads home. You two’s favorite song is still lively on the radio.
Yoongi steady rehearses the chorus even when you’re getting ready for bed after your shower, coming up behind you to sing it in your ear. 
“I love it when you call me big poppa,” he moves your braid bonnet to kiss your nape, gripping your hips afterwards and swaying you to his acapella rapping. “Throw ya hands in the air, if you’s a true playa.”
You brush him off with a giggle and climb into his bed with him right behind. He doesn’t let you escape the lyrics and drags you into his stern body for a cuddle, continuing the second verse and planting forehead kisses on you in between.
Just goofy.
But your heart warms as he finishes your song with the biggest gummy smile, eyes free from the haze of weed and clouded with love for you.
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drunk n nasty | PJM (18+)
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✧drabble✧
❥pairing: jimin X black!reader
❥genre: smut
❥summary: Getting drunk and nasty with a random hot stranger at the club…
❥!!warnings!!: alcohol and drug use, sexual activity while under the influence
❥other warnings: sexual intercourse, oral (male receiving), squirting
❥notice: none
❥word count: 738
-author’s note: Errrr I’m not over pink haired Jimin so🚶🏽‍♀️. Hope you enjoy this little something!💗✨
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You don’t care how tonight has ended. You don’t care how sweaty you are, how bad your core is dripping at just the thought of fucking the man you’re dancing on. He has the absolute face of a fallen angel. Or is it the face of a demon with how he’s staring at you with dark irises that are swimming with lust… 
Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop you from kissing him again, the salt and lime taste on his tongue reminding you of how your skin got sticky when he did body shots off of your breasts. You hadn’t cared about him slipping the straps of your dress down in front of all those people, nor did you care about him pushing the hem of it up your hips as you grinded on the bulge in his leather pants. 
You and him looked a mess, thanks to the many shots of hard liquor and a pill you both crushed and swallowed down. Sure, it wasn’t exactly safe to do alcohol and drugs with a random stranger, but, hell, the guy was handsome, had freshly dyed pink hair, and a sculpted body. He was so sexy. He obviously thought the same of you to have let loose with a random woman himself. 
At one point you start grinding on his thigh, and he leans closer as if he’s going to say something. He does, but you can’t comprehend it. Not only are his words slurred, but he’s not speaking English. He realizes you both can’t verbally understand each other, so in turn, he does the universal hand sign of what he’s asking for. 
You laugh at him pushing his pointer finger into the makeshift hole he made with the other one. You nod and smile in agreement. 
Stumbling through the crowd of people, into the graffitied bathroom stalls of the women’s restroom and finding an empty one, you’re then pushed up against the stall door. He attacks your lips and neck with sloppy kisses that make your skin feel more refreshed than clammy. A condom appears, one of your legs are yanked up around his waist, and he slides in with the loudest whine you’ve ever heard from a man. You get a tight grip on his Gucci shirt as he pounds you, the stall door knocking loudly. 
You both are moaning loud enough to make other club-goers leave as soon as they enter. The sex is raunchy, gut wrenching… Your vision blurs more when he forces you to turn around with your face pressed to the stall so that he can take you from the back. You’re impressed with how he’s using his shaft to further push you over the edge tonight, and then he adds his fingers to your clit, slapping your ass with the other. 
You squirt on his dick, curses in his native language spilling from him at the view. He spins you back around and urges you to get on your knees, which you obey without resistance, sticking your tongue out to show your readiness. The condom is discarded, the tip of his swollen cock is slapped against your face, and you glide your mouth over it. 
He doesn’t last long, because you’re making him whimper every time you look up at him with hooded eyes and your tongue tracing the thickness of his dick. He gets a couple of hard thrusts into your mouth before he pulls out just to cum all over your face. 
You both trip and bump into each other in the stall as you try to get things together, clearly still drunk. The door lock is hard to get open with your clouded minds, so you and the stranger end up going at it again when it seems that you two are stuck—even though all you had to do was twist and pull the lock.
However, the lock is finally defeated, and it seems that you and him are done. Until he grabs you on the shoulder to get your attention before leaving, pushing a cellular device into your hand. His phone with a new contact open. 
You smile and give your number to the hot stranger, to which he smiles at you back and waves bye when you both part ways on the club dance floor.
No way you just got drunk and nasty with a beautiful stranger with pink hair that you said nothing to the entire night…
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❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: fuckboy!jungkook X inexperienced!reader // black!reader
❥genre: university AU, angst, smut, some fluff
❥summary: After giving your virginity to the university’s most notorious fuckboy, he’s on a mission to slut your innocent ass out and take all that he can get... [OR] small collection of fuckboy jk turning you out...
❥ !!warnings!!: preying and plotting, some coercion to engage in sexual activities but is all consensual, manipulation, insecurity
❥other warnings: solo/mutual masturbation, cumming, mentions of fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), exhibitionism, sexual intercourse, riding
❥notice: Angel is the nickname Jungkook gave reader.
-If you don’t get the metaphor at the end then just look it up in urban dictionary or ask🏃🏽‍♀️.
❥ word count: 5.2k
❥ pic inspo: 😩Bye because the picture gives me college fuckboy//college crush vibes and when I saw it... the fit, the pose... yeahhhhh I still can’t think straight about what I would let this type of mf do to me.
-author’s note: I loved writing this so much idk why but hope you enjoyyy!!!🤍✨
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“W-What if someone sees...?”
“The windows are tinted, angel,” Jungkook reminds you with a gentle swipe of his tatted hand under your chin so that you can look at him and not what he just pulled out of his cargo pants. He chuckles at your wary expression and big, worried eyes. “C’mon, don’t be scared... Just touch it a little.”
You bite your lip and can’t help but to turn and glance out the front windshield of Jungkook’s Mustang. The windows are tinted, but it doesn’t calm your nerves to see so many people walking and hanging about the parking lot before class. Someone’s even parked right next to the car on Jungkook’s side. He really wants to do this now? He’s at more risk of getting caught.
However, you can’t deny that you are into it. You’ve never touched a dick before, only having felt Jungkook’s in you a week ago. He’s huge, too... And it’s so much more nice looking at it in the morning sun than in a dark room. You wonder if he constantly stays trimmed because he sleeps with a lot of people. Nonetheless, his hard cock in your face is giving you the confidence to pleasure him. He did the same for you.
You’re afraid to mess up under his scrutinizing gaze, his eyes boring into your concentrated face. You’ve seen some videos on male masturbation, but never someone else doing it for them. Did guys actually like it when others touched them in this way? What was the purpose? Maybe it feels the same way as it did when Jungkook had his fingers inside of you, though that was different since you never really touched yourself. You automatically liked what he did to you.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head, angel?” Jungkook murmurs as he leans over to kiss your cheek. You’re sure he can feel how warm they are.
“J-Just... n-nervous,” you answer, fidgeting with your fingers. You really don’t want to disappoint him. And it sucks that what’s running through your mind is all of the girls you’d seen him with before. Surely they could go through with this with no hassle. You don’t want to leave him unsatisfied. It’d be embarrassing. The rumors you heard would be true: Someone like her can’t even please someone like him. Well... they should’ve seen you take his cock.
“There’s no need to be,” Jungkook reassures you with another tap on your chin. “Do you want to watch me do it first?”
You suck in a breath. You could use this chance for your inexperienced mind to figure out how to do it. So you nod quickly. “Y-Yes.”
He grins at your eagerness. “You’re so cute.”
Your hands grip onto the armrest console as you watch him move his long sleeved, black pullover more out of the way so that you can see as much as possible in the small space of the car. His hand can just about wrap around his entire girth, but his hands are bigger compared to yours. You feel intimidated.
After licking over his palm, he demonstrates moving it up and down his shaft. “And have a good grip on it, too,” he breathes, your eyes blinking at how hot this is making you. “If it gets hard to stroke, just add more moisture.”
You nod, still staring at his member. You want to ask why it’s able to stand so erect like that and why is it twitching on its own, but something else catches your attention. “What’s that? Did you already...?”
Jungkook frowns and gazes down at his dick, cheeks flaring up when he sees you’re talking about the bead of precum at the tip. You thought he came. “Ah, it’s precum. Kinda like when you’re wet.”
Your body pricks up in goosebumps at this, because he’s aroused. For you to touch him? That’s... hot. You wonder if he had this with your first time with him. “So you’re like... wet, too?”
Jungkook preens at the more feminine term you use against him, mainly because it shows how ill-informed you are on this. At least he can teach you about it while breaking you out of your shyness.
“Basically,” he agrees, mouth pulling into a sexy smirk as he leans his head back against the head rest of his seat and glares over at you. His stare just made you wet alone. “Spit in your hand, angel.”
You feel your heart hammering in your chest as you lean off of your hands and hold your dominant one palm up. Gliding your tongue over your gums and cheeks, the saliva you gathered is spit into your hand. You gather up your anxieties as well and put them to the side in your head, being bold and reaching over to wrap your hand around his cock.
A deep moan falling from Jungkook’s mouth has you keening in praise. He’s bigger than your hand, and you don’t know what you expected a dick to feel like, but it wasn’t this. It feels a little different than it did inside of you with a condom, but it’s still like a... hard and heavy mass of flesh that feels like it might have a bone but doesn’t. The weight on your hand is weird, but the skin is so smooth feeling, including the veins running up the length of it. The wet head is even more soft and velvety.
“Mmm, you sure you haven’t done this before, angel?” Jungkook questions you with an airy chuckle at how fast you learned, but your eyes stay glued to his lap. Watching you touch him in such awe is reminding him of when you’d ran your hands over his torso, so intrigued by the ridges in his stomach like you’d never seen something like it up close. Well, you hadn’t before him.
Reaching over, he unlatches the white buttons of your long sleeve cardigan, revealing the hickeys he’d given you all over your chest last night when he paid a visit to your dorm room. Seeing his marks on you turns him on even more.
Jungkook hasn’t even noticed how fast your soft and damp hands has brought him to the edge until he’s groaning really loudly. His torso arches back for a few seconds and then crunches forward with another moan. Before you know it, jizz is oozing over your fingers and knuckles, some even getting on his cargo pants. It’s interesting to see. Especially this up close.
You’re staring at him when he opens his eyes, your chest heaving as much as his. Is this how it felt when Jungkook made you cum on his fingers last night? On his member? Like he experienced the orgasm as well? The sense of pride in oneself for successfully pleasuring the other?
“Did you like that?” He asks as he bends his head down to kiss on your neck, hands cupping your tank top covered chest that you realize is now exposed.
“Y-Yeah,” you voice as confidently as you can as he pulls away. He’s still smirking with cockiness, and you swear all you see right now is him throwing his head back with parted lips and cumming over your hand. It just happened, and it’s already stuck in your mind. You barely got over his tatted fingers up your sex or him thrusting his hips in and out of you, being haunted by the visionary throughout the past few nights and this morning in your dreams... And now this...
He hums as he pulls out fast food napkins from the glove compartment, cleaning the strings of cum off your hands first and then himself. Taking a quick glance out the front view windshield, you’re glad to see that the crowds of people in the parking lot are dispersing, meaning classes are about to start. You’re not glad to see your friends chatting and loitering near the entrance. You forgot that they wanted to walk with you today...
Jungkook grabs your bag from the backseat before he gets his and asks if you have everything. Nodding, you pull down the sun blocking visor to look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don’t look sex crazed, even though you didn’t have any sex. Jungkook just... makes you look like you’re high all the time, and your friends notice it. Blown out pupils and everything.
You don’t even bother to worry about your eyes or clammy forehead, because the dark hickeys on your brown skin has your attention the most. You go to button your cardigan back up, but Jungkook’s hand sliding over your lacy tank top in the small mirror stops you.
“Leave em out,” he suggests with the cutest pout. “For me?”
Despite your upper chest and collarbone looking like you had Dracula sucking on you, you give in. “O-Okay.” Your friends were going to say something about it, but you liked pleasing Jungkook more.
You get out of the car with your things, hoping that everyone around you chooses to mind their business today. Unfortunately, that is almost impossible for people to do when someone like you gets out of the car with someone like your newly acquired acquaintance. Jungkook doesn’t care about the stares you both get when he hugs you tightly around the waist in front of his car, kissing your forehead like he does to the other girls he gives rides to.
“Uhm... bye,” you say, not exactly knowing what to say to him in this instance.
“I’ll see you later, angel,” he says with a smirk and a wink, tapping you on the ass as a farewell. You feel so weird with this type of “affection”...
Jungkook smiles to himself as he watches you walk across the parking lot, wondering if you will keep your cardigan open the entire day. Even your little nerd friends needed to know that you were about to be his and his only.
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“No one’s looking, angel.”
You beg to differ with how much your skin is covered in goosebumps and how fast your heart is beating. It feels like someone is watching. Or maybe it’s you that is watching this scene unfold from an outside point of view and causing that feeling. Because looking around, the campus football field is not empty, and the stands you and Jungkook are sitting on are shadowed by passing clouds only a little. The football players practicing may not even know you and Jungkook are on the bleachers, but the area is so... open.
Jungkook tugs you closer to him and drops his hand on your bare leg. You’re wearing a skirt today. “Angel... Just give them to me...” he coerces, lips attaching to the weak spot on the side of your neck, caressing too high up your thighs.
You don’t know why, but you end up stammering an “O-Okay...” with no hesitation. Jungkook is convincing and makes you feel so secure and safe along with it.
Glancing down at the field again to make sure you both are not being watched, you bite your lip as you bring your hands under your skirt, pinching the band at your waist. You quickly lift your lower half off of the bleachers, sliding your lacy underwear down your brown legs and over your platforms, handing them off to Jungkook with a blazing face.
“I was about to call you a good girl until I saw your panties,” he explains, literally holding them up to the sun and inspecting them. “Why are you wearing lace? And a thong—?”
“J-Jungkook—!” you quickly grab his hand so that he can hide them away, but he’s laughing like it’s hilarious. You feel a little humiliated.
“My angel wants to look sexy and not show me,” he states with a fake frown, and you can finally breathe when you see him tuck the skimpy material into his pants pocket. “Bad girl... I should buy you cute underwear, too, then, hm?” He suggests, pulling you into his lap and caressing you to calm you down when he sees how embarrassed you clearly are. “Since you seem to like it...”
“I-I guess...” you mumble shyly, eyes staring down at the field of football players running back and forth, too timid to look back at the man holding you.
“You’ll send me pictures?” He questions, hands going to squeeze along your chest, and you use all your strength to hold back the urge to arch your body and grind against his lap.
His question is intimate. You might send him some... though you’re still new to... all of this. You’ve seen each other naked, but Jungkook is the one who’s always sending scandalous pictures or videos, especially when you’re in a class or in the middle of the night. You’ve only sent him a boob picture that didn’t really show much, but Jungkook still has it as his phone screensaver. You guess you could get more open with him, seeing as you’re a bit more comfortable now than you were when you sent that first “nude”.
“M-Maybe,” you answer, and Jungkook hums. Your response may mean yes or no in definition, but for Jungkook, yes is written all over it. Once he’s proposed an idea, you won’t get it out of your naive head anytime soon because you know that’s what he wants. He really has you wrapped around his finger, but never will he think for a second that you don’t have him wrapped around yours as well.
Jungkook smirks to himself when you send him nudes later that night, the confidence emitting from them in how you pose and expose your body letting him know that he’s getting there.
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“You’re not paying attention to me...”
“I-I told you I had to finish some work when you asked to come over,” you mumble, your face still glued to your textbook while Jungkook groans and plops down on your bed. He brought you Korean barbecue food and snacks to eat with you, but you’re too busy worrying about college work.
“But, angel,” he whines. He actually can’t believe he is begging for your attention. Usually it was the other way around with girls he messed with before, but engaging with you was different, kind of challenging, new, and fun. He doesn’t see himself leaving you anytime soon, and it honestly makes him feel weird. “Is the textbook more important than me?”
“Well, are you about to take this quiz for me and pass it with a hundred?” You question, flicking his nose when he literally bites your book like a puppy and tries to pull it away from you.
He groans again, giving up, lying his head on your thighs and shaking his headful of fluffy hair. “No...”
“Okay, then...” you cutely giggle. “I’m almost done, and the quiz shouldn’t take long.”
“Good, because my angel needs to eat,” he casually responds, reaching for your television remote and flicking through the channels. You find yourself smiling at how much he seems to care for you. You’re still so shy and anxious around him, but he has his ways of making you comfortable, even if it is out of your comfort zone. You like him. A lot.
You finish up your work and pass the homework quiz with flying colors, Jungkook hopping up and getting the takeout from your makeshift dresser once he sees you toss your textbook and computer on the floor. You laugh at how quickly he has everything splayed out, handing you chopsticks—which he taught you how to use—but ends up feeding you from his own chopsticks, because he’s trying to get you to taste everything.
“Good?”
“Mhm,” you nod with a mouthful of Bulgogi. He cheeses.
After eating a late dinner, Jungkook decides that he wants to spend the night. While he goes to get an overnight bag from his place, you shower and do your night routine to get ready to relax in bed. He returns in a t-shirt and sweats, sliding into bed next to you and lying his head on your chest. He’s like a big man child with how he holds onto you with his face in your breasts, but you just run your fingers through his hair while you both watch late night sitcoms. You wonder if he has cute sleepovers like these with other girls...
Once it hits 1 in the morning, Jungkook is barely sleepy. You playing in his hair has given him a hard on that he didn’t even think he could get this way. You affect him too much.
Moaning, Jungkook slowly lifts his head up to say “You’re makin me hard, angel...” in a raspy voice. You push his fluffy hair out of his face so that you can analyze how worked up he looks with that lazy yet sinful gaze of his. Your legs press together at this news, and you tongue the inside of your cheek, a habit you picked up from him.
“I-I’m sorry?” You respond in a confused tone. You like that you can make him aroused easily, but is that a bad thing?
Jungkook’s grip around your torso loosens as he sits up over your frame, the TV light casting his shadow over your face. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”
“I... don’t know,” you answer, your hand boldly falling from his hair to his broad shoulders, tentatively running down the taut muscles of his pecs and abs over his tee. You bite your lip at how quickly your mind short circuits at the feel of his body. Would he give it to you again if you asked?
Jungkook just hums and bends down. Not only do you feel his lips on your chest, but you can feel how hard he is sitting against your inner thigh. A moan of his name slips from your mouth when you clench his shirt for dear life, taking it upon yourself to grind down on him.
“Extra horny tonight, hm?” He concludes, hands rubbing down your sides while he trails those kisses up your collarbone. You’re excited for what he might have for you next. And it looks like you didn’t have to try to ask with the “Gonna put my tongue all in you, angel...” he tells you.
You whimper at his promise, already practically feeling his tongue gliding in and out of your entrance just at the thought of it. You feel so wicked for wanting it as much as he gives. Jungkook kisses you with a laugh at how fast you’re trying to hump his erection through his sweatpants, flicking his tongue into your mouth to give you a preview.
“You get needier every time I do it,” he sits up with that signature smirk you can spot even with the shadows on his face. You feel filthy yet so loved under his stare.
Pushing the blankets away, he gets up on his knees to have access to your form lying down below him. Lifting your tank top over your stomach, he grabs for your tiny gray shorts that you were already seeping through. No wonder. You’re not wearing any underwear.
“You plotting on me?” He playfully asks, and you turn your head in embarrassment, because, yes, you’d went commando with thoughts of this happening. It was no point in ruining a pair of underwear when you know he eats you out damn near every day... Jungkook feels a little pleased over this, for he does the same to you: plot. You’re learning.
“M-Maybe,” you bite your lip, and Jungkook just smirks again, yanking you towards him and pushing your legs open so that he can have room. You gasp, hand going to hold his muscular arm to steady yourself, but he’s getting on his stomach and kissing down your thighs too quickly for you to catch a breath. Your fingers return right back to his hair as he glides his perfect tongue through your wet folds. Your friends don’t and will never understand why you continue to talk to him.
He moans along with you at the taste of your juices, how fast he has your legs quivering next to his head, and how much he enjoys getting you off like this. You’ve visibly gotten more confident in these encounters, and his hips can’t help but to hump against the sheets with how you’re really fucking yourself against his mouth, not holding back, letting yourself go and showing him how good it is. He goes to just give you what you really want, his tongue in your cunt, but you’re pushing him off and trying to get away. He stops.
“What is it?” He questions, panting as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you leverage to leave his grip if you want to. He did not really expect the offer that comes next.
“C-Can I s-suck you off?”
You’re as soft and shy as Jungkook imagined you to be with your mouth wrapped around his leaking head, your body between his legs clad in just your pretty skin. He doesn’t care that you’re not able to take him all in your mouth yet. He doesn’t care that you’re struggling since it’s your first time. The fact that you’re allowing him to show you how to do it and trying to please him so much is about to make him bust quickly.
“Ah~” he huskily moans as he stares down at you from his position on the pillows. His hand is gently caressing the back of your neck, urging you to keep your mouth where he wants it without tugging on your bonnet. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, angel? You’ll let me fill your mouth?”
He might be pushing you too far ahead, but you nod with a moan at his suggestion. He cums at your consent, sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on after you swallow his nut. There’s some tears running down your cheeks, too, from when you tried to push yourself to take him in too deep, to which he kisses the drops away as he places you up on the pillows he was laying in. He can’t even hide his own eagerness with how much he’s biting your legs and rubbing down them. He wants to finish eating you out like he intended to.
Your body can’t take the skilled licks and sucks he dooms onto you as per usual. You don’t even think you know the man between your legs when he stares back up at you with those daring, seductive eyes that make their appearance. He’s merciless with you trying to push his head away, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning one of your legs down to the bed with the other to leave you spread open for him so that you can’t run. His strength and unforgiving tongue fucking in and out of your entrance has you cumming all over his face. You’re embarrassed and almost disgusted with how much you let yourself loose in front of him this time, but he finds it so hot, licking up your climax with his tongue and finishing you out.
You feel... dirty. Until Jungkook leans over you to kiss you, praising your performance, still cooing at you as if you’re his innocent little angel.
He likes you this way, you notice.
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“W-Why this position?” You ask shyly, hands shaking over his chest. You’re positioned on top for the first time, and you feel everything but confident. He can see so much of you like this. It’s embarrassing for you, because you doubt you look desirable from his point of view.
“I want to see like this...” Jungkook tells you as he rubs his hands up your body, squeezing your chest and licking his lips. “Let you take control for a bit.”
He needs to stop looking at you like that, like he can’t turn away for even a second in the presence of your naked body. It’s making you more anxious.
“J-Jungkook...” you start to shy away from this one, but he just holds you tighter, encouraging your confidence.
“Please,” the man lying underneath you begs, softly caressing you. “I just wanna see how pretty you look for me. You’re so sexy.”
Your ego is inflating with his words and how his eyes are not looking anywhere but at your nudeness. He called you... sexy? You don’t think you’re anywhere near that term, however, Jungkook’s evident admiration in you makes you feel like it.
“H-How do I...?” You begin, glancing down at how you’re positioned over his bare hips and wondering how this is even going to work.
“You move your hips back and forth or up and down,” he directions. “Or whatever feels good to you, okay?”
You nod as he tilts you a bit forward with his left hand on your waist while he uses his right hand to reach down and grab his erection. “Will... you feel good, too?”
“Yeah,” he answers, his eyes meeting back up with yours. “It’s like how I make you feel good, except you’re on top.” At the press of his tip at your entrance, you tense in anticipation, but the push doesn’t come. “You put it in...” Oh. You guess you are actually doing all the work since you’re on top.
Jungkook doesn’t really plan to lie here and watch you on top of him the whole time. He just wants to see you fuck yourself up on his dick first.
Reaching back with an uncertain hand, you grab Jungkook’s shaft from him. Realizing that he isn’t going to move, you decide to push your body back. The gasp that escapes you when you feel the head squeeze between your folds is shaky but in want of more. Jungkook’s own groan has you trying to take all of him in to impress him, but this angle and your determination is making it harder and slightly more painful.
“Angel,” he scolds you with a grip on your hip. “Slow.” He helps to leisurely guide you all the way down on him so that he can carefully spread you without too much pain. The fact that you’re already greedy lets Jungkook know that your shy and quiet character is not going to last long.
“Fuck,” Jungkook spits out when he’s completely in. He’s doomed himself by coercing you into this position. He might not last long either.
“F-Fuck,” you curse back, and the man beneath you can’t even comprehend that you actually just cussed, because you dig your nails into his chest and lift your body forward. The slide feels so good like this. With another move of your hips, you feel him deeper than before, and a loud moan escapes you this time.
Jungkook can see the sweat forming on your face and skin already, your body tensing beneath the hold he has on your chest. “You like that, hm?” You’re already shallowly moving yourself back and forth on his cock, your eyes dazed. He wants you fucked stupid.
“Y-Yeah...” You stammer, trying to keep your focus on pleasing the dick in you instead of responding. You turn your head to avoid Jungkook’s stimulating eyes, but he reaches up to get you to look back down at him with a nudge of his fingers.
He has to keep his own stutter at bay with how good you’re going on him. “Look at me while you make me feel good, angel...” he moans.
“Hmph,” you huff, and all you receive is a harsh slap on the ass. Jungkook had forgotten what came with your type of confidence: the attitude you get when you know you have leverage over him. The ass slap did nothing but make you moan even more and push you to grind harder than before. He feels so good inside you, while you feel so good wrapped around him like this. “Hah— J-Jungkook~”
“Yeah?” Jungkook answers your call for him though you can’t really answer back, whatever you were going to say taking the form of babbling. With how you’re rocking against him with your ass in his palms, mouth falling open and hips moving quickly, he knows you can’t think straight. He can’t think straight himself, his inner thought spilling from his mouth in a groan. “Dick got you dumb, angel?”
You can’t answer to that either, too caught up in fucking yourself on him. Jungkook bites his lip when he sees you lean up off of him with your hands and move them backwards to plant them on his muscular thighs. Your body is more presented to him, and he has a clearer view of your pussy bouncing up and down his cock. Your whimpers and desperate moans fill Jungkook’s ears as you tighten your hold on his legs and throw your head back. He tries to keep his eyes on you as best he can through his hazy vision, but he knows for sure that you’re creaming his shit, it’s dripping all over him. Fuck... You’re his. Forever.
“Jungk-kook, Jungkook~” you repeat his name like a mantra, body stuttering, hands shaking. Jungkook’s moans are as loud as yours, and he’s not even thrusting back. He can’t think about pleasuring you when you’re doing it yourself. He’s obsessed with how you look right now, almost delirious, so fucked out. He’s gonna need this position more often.
You cum immediately, and Jungkook has to pull out because he doesn’t trust himself to stay in your tightness and work you through your climax without nutting himself. You’re not even done being out of character when you catch his dick with your cunt, letting his shaft slide up and down between your swollen folds. You look so sexy with that spark in your eye and with those whimpers when Jungkook cums between your soft lips, all over your pussy. The person he can turn you into has him wishing he’d went for your type earlier.
Jungkook catches your downfall before you wallow in it. He can already see your mind beginning to gear back up minutes later, your insecurities on the tip of his tongue. “You did so good, angel,” he praises breathlessly, sitting up and pulling you both hip to hip so that he can wrap his arms around you and kiss over your skin.
“I did?” You bring your lips to his, hands fitting into his hair.
“Mhm,” he slips his tongue out of your mouth. “You get all slutty on my dick, it’s cute. My little slut...” You squeak when he slaps your ass, kneading the flesh.
“Slut?” You inquire.
“My slut,” he corrects, and you grin because of his claim of ownership over you, not because you exactly understand the term.
After pulling you under his blankets with him, Jungkook is too giddy about tonight’s events. He thinks he’s done it, cracked your barrier. But he can’t help but think of how you’re fucking him up as much as he is you.
“I kinda wanna do that... thing again...” he whispers into your ear while you’re half asleep in his arms.
“What thing?”
“Make you my toaster strudel...” he subliminally answers, and it takes you a while to get the imagery. Jungkook smiles at how you get shy all over again. Despite slutting you out in sex, he doesn’t wish for your actual personality to go away. You’re too cute.
“M-Maybe again,” you respond.
There’s nothing else to say other than the fact that you indeed ended up looking like a toaster strudel the next morning.
Jungkook has a new screensaver.
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♡♡♡ part one // part two // part three ♡♡♡
☽three-shot☽
❥pairing: weedman!yoongi X black!reader
❥genre: angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: You and your local weedman reunite for round two...
❥ !!warnings!!: mentions of sex while under the influence
❥other warnings: oral (fem receiving), mentions of sex and violence
❥notice: Suga is Yoongi’s street name so that’s who he is known as in this fic. He’s also 24 here, because I didn’t want college reader to be having sexual relations with a 27 year old lmaooooo. (There’s nothing wrong with that since they would both be adults, but I didn’t want him to be too much older in this). She’s 20, so 24 seemed like a reasonable age for Suga.
❥ word count: 6.2k
-author’s note: It’s finally here dawg. Sorry for the wait but hope you enjoy🥺🥺💗💗💗!!!!
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It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen Suga, and it sucks. Forgetting that he was a weed man was your biggest mistake, because the amount of times he’s cancelled on you is almost ridiculous.
But it’s okay. You get it.
What kind of person would you be to want him to stop all of his usual daily activities just because you wanted to see him again? You were craving him more than his weed alright, but you would never expect him to put getting money to pay his bills over coming to mess around with you. It wasn’t right.
But with how excited you were that he’d texted you on a Thursday afternoon, anyone would think you’d won the lottery. Your homework was immediately forgotten as soon as the text popped up on your screen. You’d been working on it most of the day anyways. It’s not so bad to put pleasure before school work sometimes.
Suga🖤 [1:11 PM]: I’m going to be free later today but I am busy for the rest of the week
Suga🖤 [1:11 PM]: I know you have school work and that my schedule is bad so it’s okay if we aren’t able to
You quickly reply.
Oh no, no, no, no, no. Yes, you have school work but it isn’t mandatory right now. You like to get a head start on work, too, so going out for the night wasn’t going to harm you at all. If it was, you were still going to go anyways. There was no debate between choosing Suga or homework.
you [1:12 PM]: I’m free🥺
Suga🖤 [1:12 PM]: really?!!
you [1:13 PM]: yes
you [1:13 PM]: I have work but I’m not doing that shit cause it’s not due til later. Come get me😩
Suga🖤 [1:14 PM]: lol will you be ready by 8? I still have some drops to do
you [1:15 PM]: I will
Suga🖤 [1:15 PM]: okay
Suga🖤 [1:16 PM]: see you later cutie🤍
Your eyes blink at the screen as you reread the last text message again.
Cutie? A nickname?
You find yourself smiling like an idiot. He called you cutie.
Suga🖤 [1:20 PM]: was that cringey?? lol
You realize you’d been staring at the chat for almost 5 minutes, meaning that he can see that you read the message but didn’t respond. You laugh at the fact that he’s probably beating himself up right now.
you [1:21 PM]: no no it was cute 🥺🥺
Suga🖤 [1:22 PM]: 👍🏻
The smile you’re wearing on your face doesn’t disappear for hours. It doesn’t disappear when you shower and lather yourself up in your favorite lotion. It doesn’t disappear when you decide to slip on a cute pair of shorts and a cute top. It doesn’t disappear when you try to figure out which hairstyle would look the cutest on your butterfly locs—which you put half up and half down.
Your smile doesn’t even disappear when it’s well past seven and close to hitting nine o’clock at night. The voice at the back of your head tells you that he might’ve gotten really busy at the last second and had to handle things, and you really wouldn’t be so mad about getting all ready and then cancelled on like this. Except he could’ve at least texted you if he was going to be running late... or not coming at all.
You’re silently sulking in your dorm until your phone rings. You glance down at it to see that Suga🖤 is calling.
You answer it.
“Hey, look, I’m so sorry that I am really late, but I got caught up in some shit,” Suga spills out quickly followed by a heavy sigh. “I don’t know if you’re in bed or not by now, but I’m down the street.”
You let out your own sigh to hear that he isn’t cancelling on you. You’ve waited too long to see him.
“I-I’m still dressed,” you tell him. “I figured you were late or something since you didn’t text me...”
“Ah... sorry, really, I am, ________. Things pop up all the time, and I should’ve been more mindful of that. I’m sorry that I kept you waiting this long,” Suga apologizes, but you’re more focused on getting your small shoulder purse together while he’s talking, excited to see his pretty face.
“Suga, it’s fine,” you say with a giggle. “You’re not as late as I thought you would be.”
“Yeah, but... I didn’t want to be late at all,” another sigh is breathed into the phone. “I’m outside, by the way.”
Your heart skips. “I’ll be down in a few.”
“Okay.”
You make your way down to the parking lot to find Suga’s black Mercedes sitting in it’s usual spot. With it only just hitting nine, there were still people out and about in the area, but you doubt they were paying much attention to you in the shallow darkness.
Suga steps out of the car as you approach, sporting ripped black skinnies, a white tee with a black jean jacket, black VANS, and a black cap decorated in silver hoops to cover his eyes. Of course a glittering chain is around his neck, too. Who is Suga without the ice?
“You look really cute,” he says and then pulls you into a hug.
Oh-...
You hesitantly hug him back, your arms going around his neck to allow his sexy scent to fill your nose. It surrounds you in a thick but comforting blanket that makes you sigh. He really smelled like heaven to you.
“Thanks,” you smile as you pull away. “You look really cute, too... Uh, I didn’t really know how to dress, because I didn’t know what we were going to be doing other than... that... if we were...”
Suga shakes his head. “No, you look fine,” he says as he places his hand on your back and leads you over to the other side of the car, opening the passenger door for you to get in. “I thought that maybe you might want food or something?” You gaze up at him as he leans on the car door. “I-I am also hungry, too, so that’s why I wanted to offer you some as well?”
You giggle at how nervous he’s getting.
“I am kind of hungry.”
“What do you want to eat? Doesn’t matter where; we can go wherever.”
“Wendy’s?”
“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “You look too cute to be sitting in Wendy’s at this time of night.”
“Well, I like fast food,” you pout. “Unless you don’t like it?”
“No, no,” he chuckles. “I do, but I was expecting to take you somewhere... nicer? I don’t know...”
You then get an idea of what he means. Maybe he was hoping to take you to a fancy restaurant or something? You know he has money, but you’re not really into things like that. Fast food was good as hell, and you didn’t want him to blow some money on you two’s first... get together? Hang out? Cause this certainly wasn’t like a... date... Was it?
You were calling it a dick appointment in your head for the longest, but you weren’t really promised any dick. You were hoping that you were maybe getting some though. You really wanted to hear his moans again...
“Suga,” you call his name, and he turns to look down at you, clearly having been lost in thought just like you were. “I really like fast food. The fact that you’re offering me food is sweet enough already. I don’t care about any fancy food or shit like that... I’m already impressed just by being here with you.”
Suga slowly nods his head, a small red tint flitting across his cheeks, but he tilts his head down to hide it. “What did I say about you calling me sweet?”
He makes sure that you and your body is secure enough in the passenger seat before he closes the door and walks to the other side. You’re smiling too hard at how you’d made him blush when he gets in the car and turns it on.
“So how is college going?”
You two fall into a conversation about how your life has been lately—you mainly complain about all the work and how one of your professors is the worst—and Suga can’t stop his laughing with how you’re describing everything.
“I’m telling the truth!” You explain. “Seriously, she’s old as hell with gray hair and four grown ass kids and gives us hours of required lecture videos that barely have information for the tests. She needs to worry about all that hacking and coughing she be doing while recording them shits cause her future not looking too good for her right now.”
“Sounds like you want her to die,” Suga states with another laugh.
“I’m not going to agree, but I’m not going to disagree,” you shrug. “She just does the most for no reason.”
Suga pulls into Wendy’s and asks if you want to eat in or out, but you tell him you’re not sure—especially with how crowded it looks on the inside. The long line is wrapped around the tables.
“We can eat back at my place then,” he says.
His place... So it’s for sure that you’re going to where he lives? You feel excited but anxious as well. Is it common for him to do this?
“But back to your professor... yeah, I couldn’t do college, mainly because of the work,” he starts, sighing and leaning more into his seat. “When I got to college I still didn’t even know what I wanted to do either. And I had already did years of school for most of my life. I was so done with it. I barely did any work in school anyways, so me not doing any of my college course work really had me down bad. So I dropped out.”
“You did?” You already thought that he was something of a college drop out or that he didn’t go to college at all. Hell, you’re ready to drop out yourself, but you don’t want to throw your completed two years away yet.
“Yeah. I was already... doing what I do now, but I was able to focus on it more, and it started bringing good money in. College wasn’t needed anymore.”
“I wish,” you mumble. “I’d choose what you do over college any day.”
Suga chuckles. “It’s not always fun, so I’m glad you’re still a college student.”
Pulling up to the menu and the speaker, Suga let’s you order first. You’re not at all hesitant about ordering a stacked burger, loaded fries, and chicken nuggets, but you get a little self conscious when you see Suga just staring at you. You’re about to say something, but he beats you to it first.
“It’s nothing,” he gives you that gummy smile. “I like a woman who can eat.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. I like to cook sometimes. At least I know if I cook for you, you’ll eat it.”
He casually says and turns his head to repeat your order to the speaker and to order his own food.
If he cooks for you?... First off, you’re sure he can throw the fuck down in the kitchen. He doesn’t really look like one to be into culinary, but you’re positive he’s good at it. Secondly... he’s been speaking as if you two are going to be together again. It was making you really hopeful about this becoming whatever it was.
And you can’t dismiss the crush you’ve grown on him, even though you already had it ever since he became your weed man. He’s letting you learn something about him, and that has to mean something.
A ringing sounds throughout the car, and Suga reaches for his vibrating phone on the console. He answers it in a different language.
Listening to him speak in his native tongue causes you to literally stare at him as he talks fluently to whoever called. His slightly annoyed tone doesn’t deter you from admiring the little pout he does with his mouth when he’s speaking Korean. It’s cute.
“Fuck!” Suga slams his phone down on the armrest.
You want to ask what happened to make him burst like that, but you don’t think it is your place. All you’re thinking about right now is how you two’s night is about to be cancelled. Again.
You take a shot.
“W-What is it?”
Suga sighs. You can’t really tell his reaction behind the cap he’s wearing, but you can see the frown on his face. “I need to take care of something really quick. I promise that you aren’t in any danger if you come with me, but if you want to go back to your dorm, I will take you back.”
So something has happened? Like what? You don’t want to be so curious that it risks your life, but you can’t help that you’d rather be with Suga than back in your room and sulking over missing him.
“You promise I won’t be in any danger?” You repeat his words to him. You want to stay with him, but you’re not about to die just for some head—and just to get to know him more.
“I promise, ________,” he swears. “I need to handle something, but you’ll be fine. Nothing will happen to you.”
He’s genuine and sounds honest. You nod. “Okay.”
Suga pays for the food when he pulls up to the window, and you both eat while he drives to a part of town you haven’t been to before. A lot of the buildings are crumbling down and ancient looking, the streets eerie and empty. You’ve never heard bad things about this side of town, but not many people visited anyways. It’s not known as some space where people like Suga would be, but you beg to differ when he pulls onto the curb outside of a house that at least looks taken care of.
It looks like a trap house though. Really. And that’s probably what it is. There’s many various cars parked around, too. You’re interested to be nosy, but you know that, again, it’s not your business.
“I’ll be right back,” Suga reassures you as he quickly gets out of the car, taking the trash from Wendy’s with him. He locks the car from the inside, you’re body relaxing a little bit to know that you’re some type of safe unless you unlock it yourself.
He disappears into the darkness, and you check your phone. It’s 9:27 PM. At least your not out too late—
You jump at the sound of knocking at your window, turning to see a man standing there. He waves with a dimpled smile when you notice him.
What in the fuck...? Who...?
He’s talking, but you can’t hear him. And you’re really not trying to. Because who the fuck is this?
He demonstrates for you to roll down the window. He doesn’t look too dangerous... and Suga probably knows him. He had to have come from the direction of the trap house. Why would he be here if Suga didn’t know who he was? And Suga said you weren’t in any danger... Cautiously, you roll the window down a little bit, just enough for a slither of space.
The guy chuckles. “No need to be scared! You’re ________, right?!”
“Uhm... maybe?”
“I already know,” he says. Now that the tinted window isn’t blocking some of his face, you can make out the tanned and perfect skin of the male and his velvet dark hair. He’s Korean as well. “I’m RM. Suga is my brother. We not related, by the way.”
So this is one of Suga’s friends? He doesn’t give you the big and scary vibes Suga does. If anything, he looks so friendly and lovable. It has to be the dimples.
“Uhm nice to meet you? I’m ________.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re like the only person Suga has told me about, so your name has been stuck up here for a while,” RM points to his temple and then looks you up and down as much as he can. “You’re cuter than what he described, too... Might have to steal you.”
“Uhmmm,” is all that you keep repeating. You don’t know how to exactly respond to all of the information RM is giving you. You just met him ten seconds ago, and he’s already flirting with you, too?! He apparently knows who you are... so Suga’s been talking about you? How cute.
“Gonna tell Suga you’re trying to steal his girl,” you playfully roll your eyes at the man. You figured it was the best way to answer. You aren’t really for guys that like to flirt with their friends’ “girls”...
“His girl?” RM cocks an eyebrow. “So you’re his girl, huh?”
“N-No, we’re just... friends?”
“I heard his girl... but whatever you say, doll face,” RM smirks at you, and it makes you turn your head in slight embarrassment. He wasn’t as scary looking as Suga, but he damn sure knew how to make others fazed with his cockiness.
“Stop fuckin around with her,” Suga’s familiar voice fills your ears, and you see him stalk up behind RM.
“I was just making her comfortable,” RM shrugs. “She’s kind of the shy type. Acted like I was gonna eat her.”
“I’d be scared of seeing a tall ass man walk up to me to try and spit game while I’m sitting in my car at night time, too,” Suga rolls his eyes, turning his attention to you. “You okay?”
You nod at him.
“Cute,” RM notes the interaction. “So. Where are you and your girl going? My bad that I interrupted, but that shit with—“
“I handled it,” Suga says. “He won’t cause anymore problems. If so, call me again. But you’re the boss when I’m not here, so you need to act like it. I can’t come every time someone gets smart with you or fucks something up. Put them in their place. I don’t care if you need to...”
Suga notices that you’re all in his mouth, listening to the conversation. So he finishes the rest of his talk in Korean to where you can’t understand. You have a clue of what he said anyways.
RM responds in the same language and bows to which Suga reciprocates. So not only does Suga deal, but he’s the one running shit? No wonder he’s always so busy.
“You didn’t tell me where you and your girl are going though,” RM repeats with a grin, emphasizing that same phrase. This nigga petty as fuck.
“None of your business,” Suga growls, annoyed, not even mentioning what RM is calling you. “I’ll be back later.”
“Gotchu,” RM says as Suga walks around the front of the car and gets in. He sends you a kissy face. “See you later, too, doll face. Tell Suga to calm the fuck down sometimes for me.”
You giggle and nod, waving bye to him and rolling your window back up.
“Did he scare you?” Suga asks as he puts the car into reverse.
“Not really. Kind of...” you say. “He was flirting with me, though.”
“He flirts with every woman he sees,” Suga chuckles. “Knowing he’s married as fuck to his wife back in South Korea. It’s harmless. He won’t do anything to you, but if you don’t like him, I’ll keep you away from him. But he’s really a good guy. Known him for more than seven years.”
“No, it’s fine. He seems funny and chill.” You smile to yourself at how much Suga is always trying to make sure you’re okay and comfortable. It makes you feel good. And safe. Despite his lifestyle.
The car ride is pretty silent other than the Tupac that Suga turns up on the radio, and it gives you flashbacks from that night in the car with him when you two were listening to the other rap legend, Biggie. You’d rather suck Suga off again like you did weeks ago than get the head you’re supposedly about to receive. You’ve gotten eaten out many times before, and none of the experiences were... amazing. You’ve come to the conclusion that guys didn’t know what the hell they were doing, but you really wanted your time with Suga to be good. You’re hoping you don’t have to fake an orgasm for him. He’s too cute for that.
Pulling up to a nice, small townhouse that has white fencing around it and a driveway that leads to the back, you notice how simple and matte it is when you step inside of it. It’s not flashy and overly expensive like you expect many drug dealers who sell good products to have. It’s like a regular house for a regular person.
You’re admiring the small kitchen behind the island when out of nowhere Suga says out, “U-Uh it’s not much...”
He can’t be serious... right?
“What are you talking about?” You ask, walking the few steps into the living room and sitting down on the black couch that’s facing the flatscreen television on the wall. “It’s a normal house. And it’s nice. What is wrong with it?”
Suga gazes over at you with a conflicted look, and you tilt your head in confusion at him, trying to decipher what he’s thinking. By now, it seems that he feels kind of... embarrassed? To not be “expensive-looking” for you. Or showing you the money he has by spending it on you. Sure, he makes a lot of money from what he does, but like you told him earlier, you don’t care about any of that shit. You don’t want to assume, but it’s looking like that’s one of his insecurities.
And, yes, it is one of Suga’s insecurities.
Staring at you while comprehending what you said, Suga knows that you sincerely don’t want him for the fact that he’s a dealer and has hella money, but it scares him all the more. What do you want him for then? Why do you seem so good for him? Yeah, you’re here now in promise of him returning a favor, but he wants to be good for you. He can give you pleasure if you want that, or even if that’s all you want. He likes you and has since he’s become your dealer. That night in the car enhanced his feelings for you... so much that he kept trying to find loopholes in his work to find a way to come get you. And now he has. He’s just... really stuck in what is going to happen after he gives you your favor. Will you two stop talking? Will that be the end of a small fling? He doesn’t know. And it’s tearing him up on the inside.
“Suga...?” You’re standing in front of him now, your hand coming up to take off the cap on his head so that you can see his eyes better. He blinks at you. “I really don’t care about... anything that you do. Or what you or your house looks like. You’re actually fine as fuck, but—“ you shake your head to keep from smiling at your own silly words. “—I like you. I like Suga. Not your weed—wait, actually—“ Suga cracks a laugh when you catch yourself, and you grin at his gummy smile. “Okay, I do like your weed. A lot. But I also like you a lot, too! I’m not here for your weed or your money... I’m here because I wanted to be... and also not just because you want to... do that thing to me. I am comfortable with you, and I feel like I’m already getting to know some things about you. I’m interested to know more.”
Suga slowly places his hands on your waist and brings you closer. It’s more intimate than the hug he gave you when you first saw him tonight. “I’m interested, too,” he tells you, his sharp eyes never leaving yours. “I’m also... glad you told me that—about you not caring about that stuff. It bothers me a lot, and I think too hard about keeping you interested. Women and even the men that I deal for these days only want me for the material things.”
“Well, I’m not here for that. But? Seriously? They don’t even bother to ask you out?” You scoff. “Like I said... you’re fine as fuck. And your dick is really pretty. They’re missing out.”
“Aish,” Suga laughs. His fingers are rubbing along your hips now. “Your mouth, _______... and, no. They don’t. I don’t give them a chance to flirt with me anyways when they do.”
“Ohh,” you bite your lip. “So you’re saying I’m the only one you’re giving play to? I’m cute or something? I’m the one who got the prize?”
“No, I got the prize,” he says, his eyes falling to your lips that are still just as shiny with lipgloss as they were when he picked you up an hour ago. “You’re definitely the prize...”
Your own eyes lower to his pouty pink lips, and you both take the hint. Leaning into him, your mouths softly connect. A warm touch caresses your chin to control your pace with his, and you’re melting at how gentle and delicate he’s kissing your lips, teasing you with a light swipe of tongue and then pulling away.
Oh. He’s one of those: a sensual lover. Experienced, too, with how meticulous he was. When was the last time a guy ever kissed you with such desire that didn’t involve teeth clashing, tongues thrashing everywhere, and messy kisses at the wrong time? Never. Clearly your past partners were horny little boys that watched too much porn and thought that that was how to treat a woman. You have a feeling that Suga is about to give you a rude awakening.
“You’re about to fuck me up, huh?” You seriously ask. “Cause just kissing you...”
Suga laughs at your dazed state, softly caressing near the sides of your chest to feel you up and calm you at the same time. “My mouth is just as good as yours,” he states. “Not to brag, but... yes, it will fuck you up. More than my weed.”
“Hmm... I want to find out...”
“C’mon then.”
Suga’s bedroom is like the rest of the house, plain and dull, but it’s like him as well, cozy and inviting. Your shoes are kicked off, and Suga helps you into his low, king sized bed, your body lying back against the cushion of the blankets and the matching black pile of pillows. Suga is climbing over you once his shoes are off, too, his eyes too busy trailing over your body.
“Can I undress you or do you want to take your own clothes—“
“I want you to do it,” you answer. “Please?”
Suga’s hands fall to the hem of your top, pulling it over your chest with the help of you raising up so that it can come off. He cups your breasts over the cute bra you’re wearing, and soon he’s reaching under you to unhook it expertly.
“Suga...” you mumble as you watch him bring his hands back to your naked torso. Your body tenses a little in embarrassment at how slow he’s brushing those beautiful fingers of his over your brown nipples, his eyes never leaving them. He’s taking his sweet fucking time.
You bite your lips when he twists and tugs at your hardened peaks, and even though he’s too busy staring at them, he doesn’t miss when your legs clench up underneath him. He caught you again.
“Already?” He cockily says.
“You’re playing with me... I can’t help it,” you say back.
“Hmm...”
Suga sticks his tongue out for you to see him swipe it over his thumb and then rub it over your left nipple. Your body jerks up against it at the contact, your senses honing in on where his cool spit is rubbed over your hot skin.
“Oh?”
“S-Stop teasing me...”
Suga chuckles, eyes going smaller and gummy smile going wider. “You’re impatient, too? You’re lucky I like you... So I’ll be nice.”
The subby Suga you’d sucked off in his car a few weeks ago had disappeared. He liked being teased, but of course he’d like teasing back. Why you thought it was going to be so quick and done with easily was beyond you.
Suga has your full and undivided attention when he chooses to give you what you want. His eyes are stuck to yours as his tongue pops back out of his mouth and slides over the nipple he’d baited for a few seconds. You moan like he damn near just gave you an orgasm. It’s embarrassing to say the least.
He continues the lethargic assault on your breast, fondling your right one so that it’s not forgotten. You’re forcing your chest as close to his mouth as you can get, because it’s simply just not enough. You don’t think you can cum like this anyways, but it’s turning you on so much that you know you’ll be ready for his tongue in between your legs by time he gets there.
Suga finally gives your other breast attention, but he can tell how impatient you’re getting so he doesn’t stay long.
“Relax, cutie,” he says with his hands at the sides of your waist to soothe you. Coming up over your body, he kisses you on the lips for a brief second to which you reciprocate as gently as you can. You want him all inside of you in any way possible by now, but you know you should relax. He wants to take care of you. And he’s doing good so far.
His lips drop down to your jaw and then to your neck to lick and suck there. Your arms go to his shoulders while he bruises you up to keep you grounded. He’s marking you...
“Doing good?” Suga asks as his mouth presses to your sternum. He’s beginning his descent down your stomach, and you’re squirming in excitement and fearfulness at the same time.
“Y-Yes, I’m good,” you tell him, looking down at his figure past your wet, hardened nipples. He’s dropping open mouthed kisses over your belly and all the way to the band of your jean shorts. He unbuttons them and slowly pulls them down your legs. Yes...
You’ve got no time to waste at this point, because your legs immediately fall open for the man to feast his eyes upon what you have to offer. Suga groans in the back of his throat at the sight of you spreading yourself for him to see. You’ve ruined the tight, lacy boy shorts you’re wearing, and the fuschia material is hugging your lips so nicely. Suga’s been wanting to eat you out since he laid eyes on you, but now he wants more. Wants to finger you, fuck you... Shit.
“Show me,” he tells you. “Play with yourself for me.”
Realizing that he’s asking you of what you’d asked him weeks ago—how to get him off—you go shy. You masturbated regularly, so you know what you like, but his face is all in your privacy. It feels kind of weird, but you know he just wants to help please you.
Your face flushes as you reach down to pull your panties to the side the best that you can, and you can’t even bring yourself to do more with how Suga is laying there staring.
“S-Stop,” you mush his forehead, but he just blinks.
“I’m trying to see,” he licks his lips. He holds your panties to the side for you, his eyes still drinking your sex in. Hell, he can already smell you, too. “You call my cock pretty, but you walking around with this pretty ass pussy, ________... Show me...”
You ignore his dirty compliment because you’re too shy right now to say anything and instead get back to what you were going to do for him. Your hand goes down to spread your lips with your pointer and middle finger, displaying yourself for the black haired man watching your every move.
“Fuck...” he mumbles and then whispers something in Korean.
“W-What did you say?”
Suga blushes. “I’m not repeating it.” You tense in thought of him not liking how you look, but he shuts that down completely. “Stop. Your pussy is fucking gorgeous... I’m just not... telling you what came to my mind about what I want to do to it...”
You bite your lip and nod, but you really want to know what he said. Hopefully he’ll be teaching you some Korean soon... if things go far.
Your fingers let go of your lips only to graze over your clit with a few tight circles. Suga can’t take his eyes away from your fingers spreading down near your dripping entrance for him to see it clenching. You circle it once with your middle finger, and a gush of wetness pools out.
Suga can’t take it anymore. “Move,” he growls and pushes your hand away. He doesn’t even know how you finger yourself, but he does know that he can’t wait to get his tongue inside of you.
“You’re so fucking sexy, ________ ,” Suga says as his lips press up against your inner left thigh. He sucks a hickey there while he attempts to pull your panties down, and you lift up for him so he can get them off. His hands are now gripping your thighs open so that you’re exposed fully to him. “Gonna taste you now...” he breathes against your core. Inching closer, he finally presses his mouth against you in a tongue kiss.
“Mmm~...” you hum. He’s really laying there tongue kissing your pussy like it’s your mouth... It’s much more pleasuring than your past partners that attacked you with no good strategies. Suga’s perfectly placed strokes let you know that he’s doing it to please you, no matter if he gets it reciprocated or not.
His tongue has made the only appearance as he now uses it to swipe between your slick folds, flicking it up against your clit only a little bit, teasing.
“Hngh~! Please...” you beg, but he ignores you at first and continues on with his craft.
It isn’t long before he minds your request though, a thumb sliding past your hip to rub at your clit. You jerk up at the new stimulation, toes curling, hands fisting in the sheets.
“Keep your legs open for me, cutie,” Suga tells you, coercing your legs back to their positions. You didn’t even notice they were closing in on his head.
“Sorry, you’re...” you trail off, but the unfinished sentence is not too hard to figure out. Suga knows how good he’s doing you.
“Mmm,” he responds against you in understanding.
His tongue slides over your folds a couple of more times before he’s dragging the flat of it over your entrance. Your body arches off of his bed, your hands falling to his dark hair.
“Please, fuck...” you’re more than impatient right now. “Suga...”
“It’s Yoongi.”
You gaze down your heaving chest at the man. “What?”
“Yoongi,” he eyes you. “If you’re gonna be moaning my name like that, I want you to use my real one.”
Yoongi.
You nod.
He holds that eye contact as he opens his mouth again, pink tongue sinking into the source of the wetness that’s around his lips. It dips in as far as it can go, Suga’s nose brushing against your clit.
“A-Ah, Y-Yoongi,” you moan deeply. Your fingers grip the hair near his scalp, and you bring his face as close to you as you possibly can to grind on his tongue. Surprisingly, he lets you. Those sharp eyes never leave yours though, the view he’s capturing too beautiful to miss.
Some more strokes and curls inside you has you cumming on his face soon, yet you don’t want to push him off of you. He can stay between your legs all he wants. But you loosen your hold a little so that he can come up for air. He wipes your juices off on the back of his hand as he sits up.
“I didn’t even get to finger you.”
Your cheeks flush. “I couldn’t hold out that long. It was still amazing—the best I’ve had, actually.”
“Good to know,” Suga crawls over you to kiss your lips. You groan at your taste in his mouth. You want him to eat you out again.
Seeming to read your thoughts, he just smiles at you, kissing you again.
“We should do this again high,” Suga suggests when he pulls away.
And that is exactly what you two end up doing, but with more action involved. It feels too good to think about how it’s kind of wrong to be under the influence of the drug while doing it, but you and Suga had consented and you’re sure he feels just as good without the marijuana running through both of your systems.
You two fall back on the bed with red eyes and hazy visions, laughs bubbling into the air. Through the thick of the foggy room, the connection and emotions are still there. Another round is insinuated after a confession you two won’t remember, but neither of you care, wrapping your naked bodies together once again, the taste of each other and weed on one another’s lips.
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❥pairing: weedman!yoongi X black!reader
❥genre: angst, smut, light fluff
❥summary: You smoke with your local weedman, and it goes further than expected...
❥ !!warnings!!: sexual activity while under the influence of weed
❥other warnings: oral (male receiving) in a car, somewhat subby Suga, slight coochie play
❥notice: Suga is Yoongi’s street name so that’s who he is known as in this fic. He’s also 24 here, because I didn’t want college reader to be having sexual relations with a 27 year old lmaooooo. (There’s nothing wrong with that since they would both be adults, but I didn’t want him to be too much older in this). She’s 20, so 24 seemed like a reasonable age for Suga.
-Y’all I actually never smoked weed, and I’m going off of some of my ex friends’ experiences of what it feels like, so bare with me lmaooooo😭.
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-author’s note: Song Recommendation: Big Poppa- The Notorious B.I.G. (slowed)
-Hope you enjoy!!!💖💖💖
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You [10:57 PM]: heyyyy 🥺🥺🥺
Suga🥴✨[11:13 PM]: need something?
You [11:18 PM]: Just in the mood for my usual 🥺
Suga🥴✨ [11:20 PM]: I have a lil drop to do then I’ll be heading your way. Aight?
You [11:21 PM]: okay 🥺
Suga🥴✨ [11:23 PM]: that damn emoji lol
You [11:26 PM]: DONT MAKE FUN OF IT 💔
Putting your phone down, you check in the mirror to make sure that you still look good, despite the stressed out bags under your eyes becoming more and more prominent by each passing day. Midterm exams chewed you up and spit you right the fuck back out, and you’ve been tense since you started studying for them. You’d passed all of them but almost failed one of your tests with a really low C, and it was still stressing you out. You didn’t want your grade to go down tremendously to where your scholarships would be cancelled. You knew you were probably still in the safe zone, but your anxiety wouldn’t go down.
So you hit up your local weed man. Weed always calmed you, but it’s been over a month since you smoked any. You’re positive that a good smoke sesh would relax your body and mind for the better. And Suga had the good shit. The real good shit. Plus, he was cool. A 24 year old that didn’t go to college but is making a hell of a living by selling marijuana to college students and much older adults. He’d make more money if he sold to teenagers that begged to buy from him, but he was serious on not selling to minors. He chose morals over money any day, which you admired a lot about him.
Suga was cute, too. Sharp, cat-like eyes, a button nose, soft, pink lips and pretty teeth. He was a bit on the short side, but his lean body fit him. You didn’t know too much about him, since he was really closed off and private, but your run in’s had all been cool. He wasn’t creepy and made his costs fair and convenient, so you never thought it was too dangerous to be with him alone. Suga was the local weed man for a reason. And there was no way that you were going to risk buying from anyone else when Suga had already proved himself to be one of the best.
Getting ready, you put on some cotton shorts and a regular tee, not bothering too much to put on makeup or anything. You’re expecting a quick exchange and then heading back to your room to smoke it off, so there was no point in wasting time on looking cute.
Taking your knotless braids from its bun on top of your head, you style them down and then make sure your breath isn’t bad. It’s was night time, and you hadn’t gotten ready for bed yet and did your nightly routine. It didn’t smell bad, but you quickly brushed for good measure.
Suga🥴✨[11:57 PM]: here.
You [11:59 PM]: coming
You quickly grab your wallet and head down the stairs of your dormitory. You’re pissed to find out that it’s kind of chilly outside on the dark campus, seeing that your arms and legs were bare to the wind. You should’ve put on some sweats.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to find Suga. His black Mercedes is parked in the far back of the school in its usual place, isolated, and you make your way over to his car that’s bumping some old school rap, crossing in front of his dulled head lights.
His window rolls down as you walk to the driver’s side, and there he is, looking as mouthwatering as always. “Isn’t it kinda cold to be walking out here half naked?” He asks, but you sense the comedic intent behind it.
“I just threw something on,” you wave him off. Stepping up closer, you ask, “How much?”
The Cuban link around his neck sparkles as he shrugs. “How much you got in your wallet?”
You giggle with a roll of your eyes, snatching your wallet away from his grasp. “Hell no. I need to pay for lunch tomorrow, boy.”
“Boy?” His dark eyebrow shoots up.
You prop your arms on the part of his window that’s rolled down and lean in, smiling with your teeth. “Man.”
“Mmm,” he nods, that cute gummy smile breaking out across his lips. “That’s what I thought you said. Get in. It’s too cold to be standing out here.”
The sound of his car doors unlocking has you rushing to the passenger side and sliding into the front seat. His car smells heavily of him and weed mixed together, your favorite.
Turning down the radio, he reaches over your legs to open up the glove compartment. You notice that he’s actually all dressed up instead of in casual clothes, wearing light wash jeans paired with a dark green tee and a matching jacket, a couple of shiny chains around his neck. His black hair is gelled and parted to perfection, too. And he smells good. You wonder where he was before, but you know it’s not your business to ask. A drop could mean more weed or even drugs, and you really didn’t want to know.
After shuffling through the compartment, he pulls out a plastic jar and checks it.
“Here.” He hands it to you.
There’s chunks of weed in the plastic container, but you don’t let the fact that it’s bigger slip past you. “This is an eighth...”
“I know.”
“Uh...” you breathily giggle and start handing it back to him. “I only have enough for a gram. That’s what I texted you for.”
“Okay, then just pay me what you would pay me for a gram,” he says. He looks over at you to see that you’re confused, and he pushes the container closer to you. “I’m not gonna miss it, ________ .”
You’re not even focused on the weed anymore. Now that he’s fully looking at you, you can see what you didn’t see when you were standing on the left of him outside of the car.
“Your eye...”
You haven’t seen him in weeks, but you know that there wasn’t a long ass scar passing through his right eye the last time you’d bought from him. His eye looked perfectly fine, though, but the healing red gash still didn’t settle well with you.
“Just a knife fight with a random over some coke,” he chuckles. “Nothing serious. My face isn’t as bad as his... but back to this,” he takes the jar from your hands and inspects it. “Ten dollars would suffice.”
Your eyes are still trained on the slash over his eye. He could be missing an eye right now... but, again, it wasn’t your business. Suga seemed like a tough cookie. You were sure he could hold his own. You were only here for the weed anyways. Nothing else.
“Why... Why are you making me pay less?” You question softly. “That’s worth like... 25...”
Handing it back to you, he sighs. “You’re a college student, and plus, I’ve been getting a lot of sells lately. Probably since it’s midterm test time, right?” You nod. “Soo, I don’t mind lowering prices for my main sources of income during stressful times. Other college students have been getting discounts as well. I already make more than enough money, so why not? I know a lot of y’all are broke, so lowering my prices on something that can help you all relax and give back to my customers is the least I can do. So don’t think you’re taking advantage of me or anything... I wanted to.”
“Oh...” you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. “I’m sure a lot of other dealers are raising their prices right now... That’s really sweet of you.”
He physically gags at you calling him sweet. “Aish, don’t call me that. I’m being a decent human being.”
“Well, that’s really nice of you...” you correct yourself. Gazing down at the weed in the container, you still feel uneasy about taking it for less the price of the original cost. It was good ass weed... this shouldn’t be for ten bucks. Suga had his prices lower than they should be already before that ‘college student discount’. “I can’t give you only ten dollars, Suga...”
“Okay, then give me none.”
“That’s more unfair.”
Suga laughs. “________... I will hit you up side the head with that damn container...”
“Do it. But it’s still unfair to me; I know you work really hard,” you say seriously, your eyes meeting his. “This is enough for four people.”
Suga observes you with his elbow resting on the door handle and his hand holding up the side of his face. Your face is free from any playfulness, and you seem really concerned. All Suga wants to do is be nice to his customers—as he should— and you’re making it all difficult for him by being so extra and caring. He should’ve known you would act like this.
“Okay, fine. Since it’s too much, why don’t I smoke some off with you? So that it will be fair? Only if that’s what you want to do with it, because that is your weed now,” he offers.
Your eyes widen at his suggestion. Never would you have thought that he’d ask to smoke with you. Hell, you were still kind of an amateur at it, and you didn’t want to look stupid in front of him. You never smoked in front of anyone either. You always did it in the security of your dorm room or your own car, because you felt safer that way if you got a bit too high. You knew how easy it was to be taken advantage of under the influence of anything, but you doubted that Suga would do that to you.
“S-Sure.”
Suga’s eyes roam over your face for any sign of discomfort. “You sure? It’s only an option, you don’t have to smoke with me—“
“I want to,” you say. “But... I’m not like a pro at it so don’t make fun of me.”
He laughs again, shaking his head. “I would never make fun of you enjoying yourself. You’re not crazy when you’re high, are you?”
“No, but...” Your teeth find your bottom lip. You couldn’t say what you wanted to out loud. “It’s... nothing crazy.”
“Fine with me.”
Suga lifts up the arm rest to search for whatever he needs, and he ends up pulling out rolling paper and a lighter from the small space. Giving him the container, he opens it and takes a clump of the weed out, crushing it between his fingers and splaying it out on the brown paper. He’s way more experienced at it than you, and the blunt is rolled perfectly in just a few more seconds.
His eyes flicker to yours as he licks the seam of it for it to stick, and then do you realize that he’s only made one blunt. You two are going to share...
“You don’t mind, do you? I promise I’m clean,” he says.
You shake your head quickly. “Ah, no, no. It’s fine... I’m clean, too.”
He holds the blunt out for you. “Want the first hit?”
Swallowing nervously, you nod and take it between your fingers. You can already smell the tangy scent of the weed enclosed inside, and you can feel your mouth water, so ready to puff it. It’s really been too long since you’ve smoked.
Suga lights it for you, and you don’t hesitate to take that first, long drag. It’s satisfying how your senses calm immediately.
After holding it for a few seconds, you then exhale the smoke from your lips, no coughing or choking.
“Not a pro at it, huh?” Suga mocks you as you hand it over to him. Your face blazes at how he caught you in your little innocent act.
“Definitely not.”
Suga then takes his puff, taking it like a champ as well, the butt of it gleaming burnt orange as he breathes it in. Tilting his head back, he lets it fog out against the roof of his car, the Adam’s apple in his neck bobbing.
You reach for his radio out of nervousness and fear that he’d catch you staring. “Can I turn something on?”
He hums.
You turn up his radio to hear the sound of Biggie softly rapping through the speakers. Realizing that Suga has significant taste in music as well, you leave it there.
The joint is given back to you to smoke, and you and Suga pass it back over and over again. Suga’s seat is eventually laid back to help him relax more, and you’re already on cloud nine by time another song by Biggie is playing on the radio.
“The song...” you mumble. The harsh beat and the melodic rapping of the song is making you feel even better. Why had you never listened to music while you smoked?
“Biggie and Tupac are the best to listen to while high,” Suga says softly. “It hits better. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
You take another puff from the blunt and lie back on your seat, gazing over at Suga with hooded eyes. It’s no surprise when you see that his are as low, too. “Yeah. It does.”
The session continues on as the joint shortens and shortens. Another Biggie song starts, and you recognize it as your favorite song by the artist. The nostalgic sound waves and the piano in the background... it was stimulating your entire body along with the weed.
And it didn’t help that Suga was next to you rapping all of the lyrics.
“I love it when you call me big po-ppa... throw ya hands in the air, if you’s a true playa...”
Your body is turned to face him, and you’re blinking at him slowly as he continues on. He notices you staring at him while he does the second verse, and you don’t bother to hide it this time. With another pull of the weed, he leans closer to you, and you deliberately open your mouth because you know what he’s about to do.
The smoke is exhaled into your mouth, and you breathe it right in. Suga’s pink lips ghosting against yours has you going in for more, and he does it again, slowly this time. When he pulls away, your eyes lock onto one another’s, but his gaze breaks from yours when he notices movement on your side.
Your thighs had clenched up. Tight. And he’d seen it.
“What?” He huskily chuckles at your sexual reaction.
“Your panties wet?”
...
Hell yes, they are!
But it was too embarrassing to agree. The man just wanted to have a smoke sesh with you and here you are creaming in your shorts from it.
You don’t respond.
He stubs out the blunt since it’s too short to smoke any of it anymore. “It’s fine. It’s normal. It happens to me, too.” Suga could tell how embarrassed you were, but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with your body having a regular reaction to the drug. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I shouldn’t have said that; it was inappropriate.”
Not at how he was being so nice and considerate... when your panties were wet. Weed made you horny every time you smoked it. You don’t know what his intention behind that question was, but you wanted to see if he would do something about it.
“Soo... is your dick hard, too?”
Suga freezes. “Is what hard?”
Your heart is hammering in your ears, but you’re not backing down from trying to hit on your weedman. He’d said something first... clearly it was what he was thinking.
You don’t know if it’s the weed or your coochie talking, but there was no going back right now.
“You,” you repeat. “Yeah, I’m wet... and I asked if you were hard.”
Suga lies himself back in his seat, making sure he’s hearing you correctly. His mind is jumbled up from the drug, but he is positive he is processing what he is processing. You’re taking shots, so why not he do the same.
“Why don’t you check...”
Your hand goes directly for the subject in question, and you gasp when you feel the erection prodding against his light wash jeans. He is hard...
Your dark eyes fall onto his face. “Is it because of me or the weed?”
“Both,” he shakily breathes. “Mainly you.”
“You’re only saying that because my hand’s on your cock.”
“Aish... you have such a potty mouth when you’re high, ________ ...” Suga mumbles. “Watch out. I’d stuff something in it real proper real quick.”
“Your cock?” You try him, batting your lashes and licking your lips. “Pull it out then.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have smoked with you,” he laughs and takes your hand off of the bulge in his pants. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”
You place your hand right back where it was, squeezing this time. “Well, let me play... I want to suck you off.”
Suga jerks at you touching him, and you wonder if he’s ever been seduced this way. His face is all flushed, and he’s the one looking kind of embarrassed right now.
He’s had customers try to sex him up, of course, but he’s not exactly opposed to you doing it. He’s never mixed business with pleasure, but you’re turning something inside of him into something really carnal, and he has no control over it.
He wasn’t going to take advantage of you, though, and force you to do it. Today’s events crosses his mind, and he wants to make sure that he’s reading into this correctly.
“This isn’t because of me lowering the price, right?” He questions slowly. “You don’t need to repay me in this way...”
You frown. “I’m actually horny right now... and you’re cute... and like-able. Sorry if it came off as that.”
“No, it’s cool. I kind of don’t believe that you want to suck me off just because,” he literally blushes. The man blushes so hard. Your local weed man who looks like he could beat anyone’s ass if they dare to look at him wrong is blushing right in front of you.
“I’m kind of high, but I know what I’m saying. I really want to.”
“Uh—okay—fuck—“ Suga lifts up to slide off his jacket and toss it in the back. His zipper is coming down next, and then his pants are pushed to his thighs. Your hand is already on his cock, holding it and trying to get the best look at it in the darkness of the car. From the looks of it, it’s so—
“Pretty... Why is your dick so pretty?” You compliment as you relish in the silky skin, playing around with the girth of it on your palms.
Suga’s vision is a little blurry as he tips his head back to rest against the head rest of his seat, a loud groan filling up the car due to your hand on him. The weed definitely had him more sensitive. “I-It looks like a normal cock to me.”
You hum and stroke him lightly, some pre-cum falling onto your fingers when you grip the rosy tip. “Show me how to get you off.”
Suga’s veiny hand encloses around yours, and he guides you to touch him gently. With the few strokes he shows you, you know that he likes teasing himself, going fast then slow to stop himself from getting too stimulated.
Pushing his hand away, you get on your knees on your seat and bend over the arm rest, your face as close to his private as you can get. His dick even has it’s own sweet, musky smell to it just like him, and you want nothing more than to suck the hell out of him.
Your first move towards him is a couple of soft kitten licks on the blazing tip. He hisses at the petty contact, but you know he likes it this way. Then, you’re sucking kisses along the sides of his length, veins tickling your tongue. His hand is already in your knotless braids, wrapping them up in his hand to grip on something. He doesn’t pull, though, since he’d grabbed them to not only ground himself but to try and get a better look at you pleasing him. No way is he going to miss this, no matter if he doesn’t remember it when the weed wears off.
You lick your lips before sliding him into your mouth, letting the spit from your throat coat him up. You’re bobbing your head and going all in, getting a little light headed from trying to go too fast, but you’re working him so good to the point that all he’s doing is moaning and gasping, not trying to jerk his hips up too fast into your mouth to choke you.
Suga sees that your hips are in the air, wiggling about while you have him down your throat. “Can I—fuck—can I touch you?”
You lazily nod, arching your back to present yourself even more. One of Suga’s hands is then on your backside, pulling down those flimsy cotton shorts and sliding his hand against your wet cunt over your underwear. He’s only rubbing against you for a little bit before you’re trying to fuck yourself back on him while moaning around his dick.
“Gonna cum,” he warns, but you hold your position. He cums inside your mouth, the hand in your hair tightening, and the hand over your pussy cupping you.
You finally release him and lift up, his hands falling down your waist and off of your head. There’s cum on your lips, and Suga wipes it off for you, but you take his hand and put it in your mouth, licking the white semen off of his thumb.
“Damn,” his mouth is parted in awe while watching you. “That weed fucked you up, huh?”
“It fucked you up, actually,” you grin, and your eyes are still hooded and low, but you nor Suga care about it anymore. “Had you blushing and moaning like a girl.”
“Your mouth isn’t one to mess with,” he agrees. “This was... nice.”
You nod and get back in the passenger seat, pulling your shorts back up the most coordinated way you can. Your mind is still so hazy. “Yeah, it was.”
You reach for the plastic container of weed on the dashboard, noticing that there is still so much in it even though you and Suga smoked some. You grab for your wallet and pull out a ten dollar bill. “Here.”
Suga doesn’t want to take it anymore, but he doesn’t want it to seem like you just paid him by sucking his dick. So he takes it. “Thanks. Uhm...” he wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what it is. “Nevermind.”
You nod, and then you get out of the car. Suga didn’t know that you were about to get out like that, but he didn’t know why he should let you stay. He wants to talk more, but the weed in his system is making him think too slowly.
You disappear back onto the campus, and Suga wonders if what just happened, actually happened. Either it did, or his weed really is that good.
You wake up the next morning with a slightly sore throat, but your memory is there. Your confidence from last night is not though.
Why you had seduced your weedman to let you suck him off was eating at you the whole time you did your morning routine. You knew weed made you horny... why did you even decide to smoke with him?!
He probably thought that you were some easy slut that folded at a couple of puffs of weed... please... it was actually slightly true.
You’re in the middle of thinking about how long the weed you got last night would last before you needed more and how you possibly needed to be looking for another weedman until your phone dings.
It’s Suga.
Suga🥴✨ [8:21 AM]: Hey. Sorry for last night. It was really inappropriate and I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.
You read over the text over and over again.
Is he telling you off? Were your dick sucking skills that bad? Did he fake that orgasm?
No, no. You definitely had his cum in your mouth. He didn’t fake that. And he liked it... so why is he talking like he’s about to block you?
Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s typing again. A message sends.
Suga🥴✨ [8:22 AM]: But I’m interested in you and I realized that I didn’t repay the favor. Maybe we could catch up later and I could eat you out?
Suga🥴✨ [8:22 AM]: without being under the influence 🥺...
You let out a breath of relief, your own nervous laugh filling your ears. You text back, a giddy smile on your face.
You [8:23 AM]: look at who’s using my emoji... but I’d like that🥺
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — these entries are meant for 18+ ONLY. they do not depict BTS as they are in real life nor do I claim the members.
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୭̥⋆*。 angst🎀 // fluff🧸 //smut✨
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♡𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓳𝓲𝓷⋆゚⊹
✿¡oops! || ☆imagine☆ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: nerd!seokjin X black!reader
❥genre: angst, light smut, implied smut
❥summary: If you accidentally sent Seokjin your nudes...
✿yes, sir || ❀one-shot❀ || ✨
❥pairing: professor!seokjin X black!reader
❥genre: professor X student AU, smut
❥summary: Your professor punishes you during class...
✿raīn || ✧drabble✧ || 🧸✨
❥pairing: seokjin X black!reader
❥genre: dating AU, fluff, smut
❥summary: soft lovemaking with Seokjin on a rainy morning...
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♡𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲⋆゚⊹
✿th¡rsty [1:49 AM] || ♢timestamp♢ || ✨
❥pairing: vampire boyfriend!yoongi X black!reader
❥genre: vampire boyfriend AU, slight smut
❥summary: Yoongi wakes you up in the middle of the night thirsty...
✿big poppa // part 2 // part 3 || ☽mini-series☽ ||
❥pairing: weedman!yoongi X black!reader
❥genre: angst, smut
❥summary: You smoke with your local weedman, and it goes further than expected...
✿converse high || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: basketball player!yoongi X black!reader
❥genre: university AU, angst, fluff, smut
❥summary: Yoongi is the new kid and a new star basketball player on your block’s team. He becomes interested in the girl who comes and cheers for him til dark everyday, always wearing those cute, high-top converse...
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♡𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴⋆゚⊹
✿W•A•P || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: hoseok X halfblack-halfkorean! reader
❥genre: idol au, smut
❥summary: You and Hoseok are out on one of your sneaky night dinners, but it doesn’t last long. Deciding to just drive around the city, Cardi B’s and Megan Thee Stallion’s new song, WAP, comes on the radio. Hoseok’s feeling you as you rap to the vulgar lyrics. Good thing you have a WAP ready just for him...
✿tempted || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: incubus!hoseok X black!reader
❥genre: demon!AU, angst, smut
❥summary: You’ve accidentally had a one night stand with a demon, and he just can’t seem to leave you alone...
✿fwb || ✲head-canon✲ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: fuckboy!hoseok X fuckgirl!reader // black!reader
❥genre: smut
❥summary: You and Hoseok as strictly friends with benefits...
✿$WEET$ // TOO $WEET || ❀two-shot❀ || ✨
❥pairing: pimp!hoseok X stripper!reader // black!reader
❥genre: sex workers AU, angst, smut
❥summary: You’re your pimp’s favorite stripper to watch when he needs to relax...
✿🃏‧₊˚checkmate || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader
❥genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concert…
✿will u be mine? || ☆imagine☆ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: hoseok X black!reader
❥genre: friends to lovers AU, non-idol AU, dating, fluff, smut
❥summary: imagine dating hobi, whom was handmade with the perfect boyfriend formula…
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♡𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷⋆゚⊹
✿want me || ☽series☽ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: gangmember!namjoon X black! reader
❥genre: gang AU, angst, smut
❥summary: You decide to call Joon while out at a party to get away. He comes and gets you and takes you two to y’all’s spot on the hills. The usual quickie happens (plus another round) along with a lot of drama...
♡chapters: one // two // prequel // tbc... //♡
✿k1tty || ❀one-shot❀ (collection) || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: namjoon X black!reader // wolf!namjoon X cat hybrid!reader || (eventually featuring OT7)
❥genre: hybrid AU, roommate AU, angst, fluff
❥summary: You and Namjoon snuggle up for the cool winter...
✿missed u || ☆imagine☆ || 🧸✨
❥pairing: idol!namjoon X black!reader
❥genre: idol AU, mild smut, some fluff
❥summary: Imagine your boyfriend FaceTimeing you during a late night in his studio because he’s been thinking about you...
✿p.h.a.t || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: bodyguard!namjoon X soloist!reader // black!reader
coming soon…
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♡𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷⋆゚⊹
✿tease || ✧drabble✧ || ✨
❥pairing: jimin X black!reader
❥genre: bestfriend AU, smut
❥summary: You tease your best friend Jimin by wearing a tiny skirt...
✿NSFW A-Z || ✲head-canon✲ || ✨
❥pairing: vampire!jimin X black!reader
❥genre: NSFW A-Z, vampire AU, smut
❥summary: NSFW A-Z head canon of you and your vampire boyfriend, Jimin...
✿p¡nk [10:13 PM] || ♢timestamp♢ || 🧸✨
❥pairing: idol!jimin X black!reader
❥genre: dating AU, idol AU, fluff, mild smut
❥summary: Helping Jimin dye his hair with him standing between your legs...
✿drunk n nasty || ✧drabble✧ || ✨
❥pairing: jimin X black!reader
❥genre: smut
❥summary: Getting drunk and nasty with a random hot stranger at the club…
✿oui || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: jimin X black!reader
❥genre: uni students, dating, angst, smut, some fluff
❥summary: almost getting caught with your boyfriend…
✿wet dreamz || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: jimin X black!reader
❥genre: angst, smut
❥summary: Jimin’s crush and small obsession over you grows day by day, class by class. What is to happen when you ask him if he’s ever had s*x before?
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♡𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰⋆゚⊹
✿bangbangbabie || ☽series☽ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: taehyung X black!reader // camgirl!reader
❥genre: university AU, camgirl AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: You’re Taehyung’s favorite camgirl, and he’s one of your regular watchers. Even though he feels it is wrong to tune into your shows since he actually knows you, he can’t help himself...
♡chapters: one // two // three //♡
✿home || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: mafia!taehyung X black!reader
❥genre: mafia AU, angst, smut
❥summary: After being on the run for a while, you’ve been caught by the leader of a mafia, the one who’s been looking for you for years...
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♡𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴⋆゚⊹
✿It’s Just Hair || ✲head-canon✲ || 🎀☁️
❥pairing: jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: boyfriend AU, angst, fluff, mention of smut
❥summary: You’ve finally big chopped your damaged hair and feel so excited about your new journey on being a natural but also a little insecure about it. How will your newly acquired boyfriend, Jungkook, react...?
✿CCS || ✲head-canon✲ || 🧸✨
❥pairing: jungkook X virgin!reader // black!reader
❥genre: smut, fluff
❥summary: Jungkook’s first time giving you head, but you’re very self-conscious about your privates...
✿thighs || ✧drabble✧ || ✨
❥pairing: idol!jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: idol AU, smut
❥summary: You ride Jungkook’s thighs backstage after his My Time performance...
✿new friend // part 2 || ❀two-shot❀ || 🧸✨
❥pairing: fuckboy!jungkook X shy!reader // black!reader
❥genre: fuckboy AU, cheating AU, some smut
❥summary: Jungkook’s your new friend that your boyfriend doesn’t like for a reason...
✿3uphori4 || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: vampire!jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: vampire AU, angst, smut
❥summary: A relaxing bubble bath with you and your vampire boyfriend...
✿angel || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: fuckboy!jungkook X inexperienced!reader // black!reader
❥genre: university AU, angst, smut, some fluff
❥summary: After giving your virginity to the university’s most notorious fuckboy, he’s on a mission to slut your innocent ass out and take all that he can get...
✿moonlight || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: alpha!jungkook X omega!reader // black!reader
❥genre: werewolf AU, smut, angst
❥summary: While spending a late night skinny dipping near the waterfall, your alpha seems to have the same idea...
✿picture perfect || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: photography major!jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: best friends AU, university AU, angst, fluff, slight smut
❥summary: Jungkook’s photography portfolio requires pictures of the human form. With never having even taken pictures of himself, he is definitely not for capturing parts of his own body. However, you’re more than happy to help him with his project...
✿death wish || ❀one-shot❀ || ✨
❥pairing: rockstar!jungkook X groupie!reader // black!reader
❥genre: smut
❥summary: “quickie” with tatted and pierced jungkook backstage…
✿need to know || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: virgin!jungkook X experienced!reader // black!reader
❥genre: best friends to lovers AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: Jungkook’s tired of you teasing him…
✿ʚ💌ɞ 𓂅⋆ || ❀one-shot❀ || 🧸✨
❥pairing: jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: domestic, smut, some fluff, idol AU
❥summary: Jungkook still can’t seem to sleep…
✿🍓strawberry kisses || ☽series☽ || 🎀✨
♡chapters: one / two / three / four / drabble♡
❥pairing: badboy!jungkook X black!reader
❥genre: smut, angst, drama, acq to lovers
❥summary: Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…
✿i’ll k¡ll you || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: assassin!jungkook X assassin!reader // black!reader
❥genre: mafia/assassin AU, enemies to lovers AU, action, angst, smut
❥summary: You and JK, the most dangerous assassins in South Korea, are rivaled against each other for a risky mission…
✿playboy || ☽mini-series☽ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: playboy!jungkook X playgirl!oc // black!oc
❥genre: sex workers/pornstars AU, model AU, friends to enemies to lovers AU, some social media AU, slow burn, angst, smut
❥summary: Famous Playboy model and pornstar, Jeon Jungkook, is paired with you for Playboy’s next collection for Valentine’s Day… [summary continued + chapters on Masterlist]
✿forbidden fruit || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: bunny hybrid!jungkook X fairy!oc // black!oc
coming soon…
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♡OT7 • MULTI-MEMBERS♡
✿7 positions || ☽series☽ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: OT7!BTS X black!reader
❥genre: roommates AU, university AU, fraternity AU, angst, smut, fluff
❥summary: After finally finding a cheap enough roommate ad for the university you’ve been attending online, you’re able to transfer to South Korea for in person classes. You did not expect to be rooming with 7 fuckboys...
♡chapters: *prologue* // one // two // three // four // five // six // seven //♡
✿plaything || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: mafia!maknae line X black!reader
❥genre: mafia AU, angst, smut
❥summary: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook have to remind you that you’re they’re new plaything… [OR] getting passed around between the maknae line…
✿🥀 || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: badboys!taekook X black!reader
❥genre: fwb/strangers to lovers AU, university AU, angst, smut, some fluff
❥summary: Taehyung and Jungkook are perfect examples as to why you should never f^ck around with two pretty best friends…
✿psychos in love || ❀one-shot❀ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: ghostface!sope X black!reader
❥genre: serial k¡ller AU, kinktober, smut, a little fluff, halloween edition AU to my future “psychos in love” fic
❥summary: the town’s serial k¡ller(s) pays you a special visit on halloween…
✿pu$$y fairy || ❀two-shot❀ || 🎀✨
❥pairing: nerd!namjoon X succubus!reader X jock!jungkook
coming soon…
✿thee slvt diary || ☽series☽ || 🎀🧸✨
❥pairing: fuckboy!ot7 X fuckgirl!reader // black!reader
coming soon…
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