One party can change everything. And tomorrow never knows.
You, Sophie, and your friend, work as Big Hit Security Chiefs, the ones in charge for the security of the BTS boys. You are supposed to keep it profesional, but ended up falling for Seokjin. Now, you are in a relationship, one that you both think no one knows about even if you are not being exactly subtle.
One day, all of you are invited to the main fall event, the secret Halloween party when everyone goes crazy, drunk and flirty. Even if you are madly in love with Seokjin, you end up being trapped by a beautiful and misterious blonde vampire that your boyfriend seems to know really well.
Together, you all decided to go against the rules of the secrecy, safety and discretion, tangling up your bodies and feelings in a risky affair that no one knows what could lead to.
Between your beloved dark angel and the seductive vampire guy, you are about to discover some secrets and fantasies you had never dare to dream before.
Warning: Smut, Threesome, Dom/Sub dynamics, also a lot of switching, reader has character and is ready to fight them at any moment, biting, bondage, sensorial play, blinding, maybe voyeurism, teasing and brattiness all over the place, a bit of drama and angst but mostly fun sexy time
Disclaimer: this story is reader insert under the name of Sophie as reader. Everything is copyrighted. English is not my first language so I apologize in advance if there's any error 🥺 Also if you want to be tagged I would be happy to do it 🥺❤️
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Genre – [Best Friend’s Brother AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Writer AU, Slow Burn, Coming Off Age, Romance, Roommates To Lovers]
Summary – [Jin is the sun and you’re the moon.]
Warnings – [age gap (8 years), children’s book writer!jin and smut writer!oc, pining, smut (brief oral (f), vaginal fingering fantasies), fluff, angsty thoughts]
Word Count – [1,1k]
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”My publisher is hellbent on making me write about love. I was thinking of showing how friendship is important in my next book. You know – have a ladybug as the protagonist meet with strangers and become friends along the way, something similar like that. I don’t want to write a cute love story when I haven’t got a girlfriend in a while. I know it wouldn’t be genuine and I would hate to let my readers down.”
Jin gestures wildly as he explains what happened at the publishing agency. You know how passionate he is about his job and he’s placed in a tough situation. No wonder he come home upset when they kept insisting he needs to write about romance just because they think it would sell the best.
”You could never let your readers down Jin. They love your books.” You place your fork down on the table and reach over to grasp his hand in yours to comfort him. You want to intertwine your fingers so bad with his but you hold back, he’s not yours to hold. You hate to see him upset like this. The jjapaghetti is long forgotten as you both stopped eating.
”How do you do it?” You’re confused for only a second before Jin elaborates. One hand goes over his hair ruffling the locks and making a mess.
”You write romance books. How do you do it when you never had a real boyfriend before?” Okay. Ouch. It’s true but hearing it from him is even more painful than the normal jabs you get from your best friend.
⤞ title: anytime, anywhere
⤞ pairing: boss’s son!sehun x female reader
⤞ genre: smut
⤞ summary: Everyone was invited to your first BBQ. However, if you’d have known he would show up, you would have made a guest list, and Sehun would not have been on it. But since your boss’s son is always around…maybe he can prove himself to be useful.
⤞ word count: 1.8k
⤞ warnings: oral sex (female receiving) | fingering | ass eating | groping | public sex sorta | exhibitionism | slightly jealous!sehun | unintentional & unknowing voyeurism | kitchen sex | pet names
⤞ rating: 18+
⤞ a/n: This is my submission for the KVM’s Summer Event “The Bucket List.” I used the “host a summer bbq party” prompt. This is filthy and unedited like 80% of the things I post on here.😂 This idea came to me on a stroke of boredom lol. I have no other explanation for the inspiration.
You’ve always wanted to host a summer BBQ, so when the time came to host an outdoor gathering, you put on your apron and fired up the grill.
Everyone was invited. Your family, your neighbors, your coworkers—even your boss was welcomed to attend. However, you had no idea he’d bring his son.
The moment he stepped into your backyard in his white button down and black slacks, you knew that you were in trouble. It was only a matter of time before he was able to get you alone.
Pairing: bestfriend!Seokjin x singlemother!reader, singledad!btsmember x female!reader, f2l!au
Word Count: 22,340
Genre: fluff/smut/angst
Warning(s): profanity, mention of divorce, mega angst, mention of child birth, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m + f receiving), shower sex woop woop, nipple play, morning sex, dirty talk, slight fem!dom, it took me three years to write this story and I am so thankful that it is finally finished Rated: 18+
Summary: When a job opportunity arises in the hometown you left seven years ago, you return with the gift that was never made known to the one person who hasn’t left your mind. Despite the love interest tugging on your heartstrings, you wonder where he may be; tired of suppressing the guilt for hiding the biggest secret you have ever withheld. Now, after all this time, the truth is approaching much sooner than you anticipate, and the untold story of why you left will soon be revealed.
Co-author: @yoonoclock (suhflix) is the first human whose writing I fell in love with and her talent never ceases to amaze me! This collab right here is an absolute dream come true and this story can finally be told after years of the idea living rent free within my brain. I love you so much my Monnie! Seriously thank you so much for cowriting this piece with me.
Credits to: @dee-ehn for making such a beautiful cover, it truly embodies the story. Thank you so frickin frackin much!
With the second world war finally over, soldiers are coming back home to their families, and famous Hollywood actor Seokjin is no different. Eager to get to babymaking with his wife but plagued by the need to re-establish himself in the film industry, Seokjin is to forced to engage in a more unconventional conception method.
pairing: actor!seokjin x wife!reader
word count: 4.5k
genre: 1940s au, post-war/Hollywood au smut, pwp, fluff? if u squint ig
A/N: Part of my time period series. Seokjin edit in header done by the incredible twitter user @/mutuntun!
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The maids were stood in a small circle, eyes flickering towards you, the mistress of the house. You were stood only a mere few feet from them, mind far too occupied to hear their hushed voices.
It certainly was a sight to see: the lady of the house performing the maidly duties as her maids stood behind her and stared. You had been furiously scrubbing clean the same decorative dining plate for the past ten minutes and the maids were being to wonder if they should perhaps step in.
You were an anxious cleaner, always had been. In fact, this sight wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar one to the household; when your husband, Seokjin, had first been deployed to fight in the second World War, you had the entire house practically sparkling. If it weren’t for the head maid having to verbally ban you for touching another cleaning supply, you probably wouldn’t have ever stopped.
Today’s cleaning, however, was brought on by a happy occasion. The war had been won; celebration fell over the United States, and after four long years, the men deployed would come back home to their families.
Naturally, the phone call you received early this week that informed you that Seokjin would be arriving soon sent you into a cleaning frenzy. So imagine the state of the kitchen once you woke up and found out that your chauffeur had headed off to the train station to retrieve your husband.
Since you have requests open, I'll definitely bite. Smut Request: Seokjin "You look good with my hands around your throat." The catch is, femdom, his girlfriend is saying it to him. Thank you in advance if you choose to do it as I have a mighty need for more Subby Seokjin in my life. 🌹
Phwoar. I hope I did this justice.
Warnings: smut, slight BDSM, sub!Seokjin, dom!reader, no mention of protection - it's assumed they're in a stable relationship where all themes have been previously discussed.
“It’s a bit tight.”
Your eyes snap to Jin, hands pausing in their task. “Too tight?”
He looks up, his hands wiggle around. He seems to consider it for a second and while you really want him to hurry so you can go back to what you were doing, you give him the space to think.
“It’s ok,” he confirms. “Just no tighter.”
You nod. Eyes flash back to his wrists tied up with one of your silk scarves. You try to make quick work of the knots, the silk material slipping against itself. But you’d looked up the knots and they bite enough now to give hold.
You shuffle down when you’re done, your legs either side of his body, your crotch rubbing against his stomach as you go. You moan into his mouth when you meet it. Your hip grinding down into his toned stomach. His hands tied above his head, Seokjin can only thrust up into nothing, your hips are too high and he doesn’t get any of the same relief you gain.
“Y/N,” you catch your name even though it’s gargled into your mouth, you have him pinned, you’re in utter control, so much that he can’t even pull away from you enough to speak.
You smile, slip your tongue into his mouth. You’re enjoying this more than you thought you would.
“You had your fun last week,” you say after pecking his lips once, then twice. “Now it’s my turn.”
You continue your light kisses. One to his chin. Two to his neck. Three across his broad chest.
“Please, don’t.”
He’s squirming, as you’re getting lower your crotch is coming into contact with his. You feel him bend his knees, plant his feet flat on the bed and just before he can more firmly grind up into you, you pull away.
Seokjin groans. You smile.
You peck his lips again. “I’m just having some fun.”
“Please,” he groans when you pull away again and continue your trail back down his chest.
“You’re not very good at this,” you laugh into his skin. “It’s only been, what, seconds? And yet you’re already begging me.”
You make it further down his body this time. Hear the headboard creak as he pulls against his restraints. You pause for a second but when they hold out you keep moving. Lower and lower.
“No, no, no,” Seokjin twists, enough for you to pull up and away from him, to look down at him. “I can’t,” he sounds breathless. “I mean I can. But I can’t,” he’s not making any sense. “Just. Please. Just don’t put it in your mouth. Just sit on it. Please.”
You’re sat on him by the time he’s finished, beaming down at him, a small laugh escaping your lips. This is supposed to be your fantasy, your kink, and yet Seokjin is completely fucked. He hardly ever begs during sex and you’re hardly ten minutes in and he’s like putty in your hands. This is going better than planned.
You hum, don’t let him see your amusement, let him believe you’re still in control of this. You lean down and press your lips to his, push your hips backwards and slot his cock between your folds.
“What ever you say,” you mumble.
You reach between your bodies, blindly feel for his hardness. You lightly bite his lip as you place him at your entrance and then grind down into him.
“Fuck,” Seokjin pulls away from you, head thrown back so his neck is arched up.
You keep your chest to his, just move your hips to begin. He’s deep so even the small movements feel like a lot. Soon enough you’re craving more.
Hands on his chest you push yourself up and wiggle back to get comfy, to make sure he’s in just the right place before pushing up on your knees. His tip nearly slips out but you stop before it can, plunge back down so that your hips smack back into his. It’s not exactly pretty, but it’s hard and touches the perfect spot.
You can feel Seokjin move below you but are so caught up in your own pleasure that you only take note of it when you feel his hips matching your pace, making him slam into you that much harder. Though you’re supposed to be in control tonight it feels too good to complain.
The room gets hot, sweat forms on your bodies and Seokjin slams into you so hard that you start to slip forward. Your hands once on his chest slip until they’re encompassing something entirely different.
Pleasure courses through you when you notice. Seokjin lets out a strangled moan. It all gets a lot, a little too much but at the same time the perfect amount.
“God,” you exclaim. “You look good with my hands around your throat.”
Seokjin moans again and as if subconsciously, you find yourself tightening your grip slightly.
One of Seokjin’s hands escapes the bindings. You expect him to move your hands, expect him to flip you round, to take control like he always does. But he keeps you where you are, just moves his hand down your soaked back to your ass.
His pace increases, his eyes squeeze shut and the feeling of him inside you and the sight of him below you is enough to make you come undone. You collapse into him, gurgled moans coming out of you as your body spasms with pure unadulterated pleasure.
“Yeah,” Seokjin slows his pace, hand holding your ass as he grinds up into you. “Fuck, yes.”
You feel him come, hot and deep and the feeling has you moaning out into his neck. His hips continue to move, his slow grinding continuing a second longer.
“Fuck. That was hot. We definitely need to do that again.”
Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader; with appearances by OT7
Rating: Mature content (21+)
Genre: Rich boy!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings (more written in individual chapter updates): socioeconomic imbalance; character physical disability; cussing; office banter; arranged marriages; secret relationships; medical scare; smut
Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.
A/N: This KSJ character is based off my other series, Gradation. I've made a few tweaks to the character and updated a few other roles around him so that this can be a standalone story.
I'm not sure how many parts this will be yet. I'm aiming for 10 at most but things could change...
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Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader; with appearances by OT7
Rating: Mature content (21+)
Genre: Rich boy!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings (more written in individual chapter updates): socioeconomic imbalance; character physical disability; cussing; office banter; arranged marriages; secret relationships; medical scare; smut
Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.
A/N: This KSJ character is based off my other series, Gradation. I've made a few tweaks to the character and updated a few other roles around him so that this can be a standalone story.
I'm not sure how many parts this will be yet. I'm aiming for 10 at most but things could change...
❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩. Would love to know what everyone thinks!
My taglist is open as well so just reply to this post so that I can add you.
Burn After Reading (KSJ x F!Reader) - VI. Onsra in Okinawa
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader
Genres: action, heavy angst
AUs: exes-to-lovers, spy!AU
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: ANGST, pining, mentions of past relationship, gunshot wounds, blood and injury, lots of pain, lots of internal monologue, an emotional breakthrough? they’re still the worst spies ever tho
Ratings: 18+
Summary: The agency made the biggest mistake they ever could by trusting Kim Seokjin one more time. You weren’t going to do the same.
A/N: You know the saying when you miss someone so much it hurts? I missed writing this story. I don’t know what power allowed me to overcome my mental block and to write this chapter, but I’m shouting out a thank you to the universe. I hope you enjoy! Also, I’m too lazy to update the banner with my new url LOL. Lots of love, Isi 💜
Taglist: @jinpanman @berryjam17 @sandrafe-universe @jiminie-08 (i know it’s been a while since I updated, so pls lmk if you want to be removed from the taglist)
The clouds today are a sea of pink - the light, delicate hue, blocking out the sky above. A canopy of sakura in full bloom, shrouding the trees in an exquisite and elegant disguise. Walking among the blooms, you remark how similar they were to you. Charming, captivating the attention of others. Only to turn out tricksters in the end. Their beauty was brief and lingering, healing you only to rip out your heart mere weeks later, when they disappeared just as quickly as they’d flourished. Leaving a gaping, empty hole in your heart.
It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.
Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.
Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…
pairing; kim seokjin x reader
au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say rom-com in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama
words; ongoing
Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, College!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, dry humping, Jimin's an annoying Cupid, Jin's a shaggy-haired BMOC heartthrob
Word Count: 5.9k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Somehow all the videos you've taken all year star no one but Kim Seokjin. When did you fall in love with your best friend?
A/N: This all stems from a TikTok video montage of Jin set to "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer. Jin is truly just a 90's dreamboat living in modern times, so why not write a fic about that? Thanks to @thatlongspringnight @miscelunaaa @lavienjin @wwilloww @reliablemitten @dntaewithluv for encouraging me to do this! Dedicated to all my possums. 💕
Fic is set in the mid-to-late 1990s. Unbeta'd as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Jimin greets you as he enters the editing room. You’ve been sitting alone, drumming your fingers on the desk while you waited for him to arrive. “The ad guys needed me to sign off on a few things and you know what talkers they can be.”
“No prob,” you shrug. “So what’s up? You said it was some sort of emergency?”
When you first read the email from your editor earlier that day, you’d panicked a little, fearing the worst. As head videographer of your college’s yearbook staff, ‘the worst’ meant that something had happened to the multiple videocassettes you’d dropped off the other day. Those tapes contain every event you’ve attended over your entire junior year. Without them, there basically is no video yearbook.
But when you got to the editing room and found the tapes right where you’d left them, you figured Jimin was just being his usual overdramatic self. Probably just needed you to help him pick out a font or something.
He crosses his arms. “Did you watch any of the tapes before you brought them in?”
“Enough to confirm that I actually recorded stuff, yeah, I watched them a little.” You frowned. “Why?”
“Did you notice anything… unusual about them? Any recurring themes, perhaps?”
“Uh….” Themes? You were a videographer, not a cinematographer. “Can you please just tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”
“Oh, I’ll do you one better. Let me show you what I’m talking about.” He clicks on the main tv and presses play on the VCR. As a tape whirs to life, a handsome face flickers on the screen.
It’s a face you’ve seen nearly every day for the last 3 years. Your best friend, Kim Seokjin. He smiles brightly on screen, dark hair hanging in his warm eyes, and your heart flutters as if he were looking at you and not the lens of a camera. From the outfit he wears, a warm-up suit in your school’s colors, you guess this is the video from one of his tennis matches.
After a few shots of him hitting a few serves, he’s replaced by another Seokjin, this one dressed casually, a bright pink and yellow t-shirt and matching shorts, playing hacky sack on the quad with some other students. The camera stays on Seokjin even when he’s not the one juggling the sack. His squeaky laugh fills your ears, making you smile.
“Did you start editing these together?” you ask. “Interesting choice to segue from Jin to Jin.”
“Hmmm, yeah, interesting,” Jimin replies drily.
Hacky sack Seokjin is gone now. Your brow furrows as you watch yet another Seokjin cavorting on the tv, this one shirtless, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of swimming trunks, chasing members of his fraternity with a hose. Clearly this is from the fundraiser car wash they’d had a few weeks ago. Water drips from his wet shirt, which clings to him as he pretends like he’s going to spray the camera and you audibly gulp.
There’s Seokjin in his choir robes, making you swoon as he sings a solo in his crystal-clear tenor. Seokjin wearing one of his many pastel hoodies, tutoring several students in the library. Seokjin dressed in formalwear, looking like a model rather than a college student, winking at the camera.
But why were these all cut together like this?
Jimin presses pause and the footage freezes midwink. “Do you see the problem yet?”
“I don’t know if it’s a problem, but it’s certainly an unusual approach for a yearbook to focus on only one student, Jimin.”
“Yeah, no shit! That’s the issue,” he sighs.
“Okay. So… why did you pick all of Jin’s shots? Why not throw in some other students?”
Jimin stares at you. “Are you… are you kidding me? I didn’t choose Jin’s shots, I used the only shots you gave me! Each tape is filled with nothing but Kim Seokjin!”
Rolling your eyes, you huff, “Well, it’s not my fault that he’s in every freaking activity and organization on campus! Tennis, choir, President of the environmental club, President of the photography club, President of Beta Tau Sigma… do I need to go on?”
Jimin gives you a stern look. “Sure, he’s the big man on campus who apparently never sleeps, but he’s not the only person in those activities! And yet you made him the star of every video!”
“Fuck off, no I didn’t.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at your protest. “Oh, come on! There’s no way. You’re being a real butthead right now - if there’s a joke here, I don’t get it.“
He pops the cassette out and exchanges it for one with ‘baseball championship’ scrawled across it in your handwriting.
“Ha, Jin doesn’t even play… baseball.” Your elation sputters out as the camera pans over the crowd at the biggest game of the year, only to stop and zoom in on Seokjin, who is trying desperately to start the wave. He’s eventually successful, which you discover because the camera never pans away. Not even when a loud roar goes up as something exciting happens on the field. Possibly the game-winning home run that clinched the tournament for your school - you’re not sure, because all you see is Seokjin.
Jimin stops the tape. “Explain that.”
You can’t.
He sighs, patting your arm. “It’s okay. I was once where you are, a young, lovesick puppy following my crush around. You’ll grow out of it.”
“First of all, you’re only 3 weeks older than me, so you can drop the enlightened elder routine, dude, and secondly, I am not a lovesick puppy!” Seokjin is your friend. Jimin knows that. Why is he being such a tool right now?
Jimin says your name in the most condescending “oh honey” tone he can muster. “You really need to figure some things out, huh?” He hands you the tape of his edits. “Here. Maybe this will help.”
“I don’t…”
“The good news is, I think I can still cobble something together using your tapes and the footage provided by our other videographers.” He winces. “I might have to deploy, like, John Woo-levels of slo-mo in order to pad it out a little here and there, but I’ll figure it out.” He clicks off the tv and stands, and you automatically do the same. “I need some java if I’m going to survive a late-night editing session. Want to hit the coffee hut with me?”
“No thanks. If we’re done… ?”
Jimin nods. “Yeah, I’ve got it from here.” You start to leave and he stops you, calling your name. “You should really watch the rest of that. It might clear a few things up for you.”
“Whatever,” you reply, waving over your shoulder.
As you wander out of the student center, you barely take note of the students who call your name and wave to you on your trek back to your dorm. The video is still in your hand. You gaze at it as if it’s a snake, expecting it to bite at any second. What are you supposed to do with this?
Well, obviously there’s only one thing you can do with that tape.
You watch it.
Thankfully, you are alone in your dorm room, since your roommate is at her boyfriend’s for the night, so you don’t have to explain to her why you’re watching a Kim Seokjin compilation. You’re not sure you could explain it. Especially when you don’t fully understand it yourself.
The scenes you’d watched with Jimin roll by, a montage of Seokjin moments that already live in your head 24/7. You reach the shot of him in his rented tuxedo, mingling with his frat brothers and their dates at their winter formal, and can’t help but admire your friend again.
Jimin chose not to cut to another clip of Seokjin here, though. Instead, he let the tape play.
On your little tv screen, Seokjin sees you aiming the camera at him and laughs, sweeping his long black bangs off his forehead. “Are you going to stay behind that thing all night?”
The camera shakes slightly as your giggles float through the speakers. “Duh, of course. I’m on official business tonight.”
Technically, you were there for the yearbook. But Seokjin didn’t have a date for the evening, so you were also attending the dance with him. Wearing a satiny floor-length gown in your favorite color, the one that really made your eyes pop, you hoped you looked the part of a stunning date even if you were just the best friend helping out.
“Besides, you’re one to talk.” You zoom in on the beloved vintage Fujipet in Seokjin’s hand. You were used to seeing the shiny black and chrome camera at special events. But tonight he’s hardly been without it for more than a few minutes. Mostly during dinner, while wolfing down his meal. “That thing’s practically glued to your hand.”
Seokjin immediately sets the Fujipet down. “Okay, your turn.”
“Jin,” your voice whines, “stop. I can’t!”
“Aish, you take that yearbook too seriously. You’re missing out on so much!”
“Uh, as if! I’m literally capturing everything!” you retort indignantly. Seokjin knows how seriously you take this.
One night, many months ago, while reveling in the freedom of being young and very drunk, you’d given Seokjin an impromptu sermon about your hobby.
“Life is fleeting, Jinnie,” you’d slurred, waving your bottle of beer around. The two of you were sitting on his fraternity’s stoop, enjoying a surprisingly warm winter night. “It’s so fucking short! You have to - have to try to hold on to those moments, you know? Because you blink and poof! They’re gone. That’s why I want to record them all.”
“Them all what?” Seokjin, a bit of a lightweight, struggled to follow your speech.
“Huh?”
“What?”
You both dissolved into giggles as Seokjin leaned against you. After a few seconds, you started again. “My point is, you have to capture those moments if you can. So they live on. That’s what I want to do. I wanna grab that magic and store it away to share with others when they need it. I want to - to capture the world!” Throwing your arms up, you accidentally smacked Seokjin in the face, and the rest of the night disintegrated into drunken laughter and apologies after that.
He knows this is important to you. Maybe that’s why he resorts to begging.
“Yeah, you’re capturing it. But you’re not experiencing it! Come on, put it down for a minute and dance with me. Just one dance! Please?” Seokjin pleads with a pout, throwing you his best puppy dog eyes. He knows you can’t resist that look, and offscreen you hear yourself sigh.
“Fine. One dance. Let me pause.” The image jumps wildly as you place the camera on a table at the edge of the dance floor. It must be lying on its side, based on the way everything suddenly shifts, and you can hear a click like you’ve pressed something, but the tape keeps rolling.
How long is this scene going to run? Jimin must’ve thought it was vital to his little clip show, so you flop over onto your bed, tilting your head to better watch the strange angle on the tv screen. Maybe watching nearly upside-down will bring you more clarity than watching it right-side up did.
Seokjin holds out his hand and leads you to where other couples are already swaying to the music blasting from the dj booth. Since you’re alone now, you grab the remote, cranking the volume high. It’s one of your favorite songs - ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpence None the Richer.
He draws you close, long arms wrapping around your waist, a comforting weight settling against your back. He’s warm under your touch, soft, but also solid, the silk of his collar brushing against your fingertips as you rest your hands on the nape of his neck.
The camera can only watch from a distance as the two of you begin to dance slowly, but it’s not like you really need the video. You remember that night pretty well, given that you stayed sober so you could film everything. You’d learned your lesson about manning the camera drunk after you tried to record your roommate’s birthday party one year and ended up with 2 hours of nothing but lens cap.
“See?” Seokjin says after a few seconds. “Isn’t this better?”
“Eh,” you shrug, a teasing smile on your lips. Seokjin laughs.
How could you be blamed for wanting to focus on such a gorgeous man? The camera isn’t zoomed in right now, but you don’t need that machine to show you what’s already so strongly emblazoned in your mind. Those expressive eyes that glimmer as he gazes at you. The way his pouty lips part, revealing that brilliant smile you love so much.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.”
“Of course! What’s a best friend for?” You beam up at him.
“Right…” he replies, chuckling softly. “Best friend…” He trails off, eyes scanning the couples around you as he leads you around the floor.
Even without the aid of the microphone, you swear you can hear his heart beating loudly as you rest your head on his shoulder, just like you heard it that night.
The camera watches as Seokjin says something that makes you lift your head. And once again you’re struck by just how gorgeous he is. But he’s so much more than that. He’s the funniest. The smartest. The sweetest.
Why not make him the center of your videos? The yearbook needs to be interesting, to entertain people, captivate them, make them want to watch it over and over, maybe wishing they could be there, at those games or concerts or even in the quiet moments you’ve filmed, like this one, just you and Seokjin, slowly spinning around the room in one another’s arms, you smiling up at him like there’s no one else in the w-
Oh.
Oh.
Sitting up quickly, the blood rushes directly to your head and you tip backwards into your pillows, woozy. But it’s not just the sudden flush that makes you feel dizzy. A dozen questions pop into your head, causing emotional vertigo.
How the fuck have you been so blind to your feelings? When exactly had you fallen in love with your best friend? And if Jimin knows, does anyone else?
The scene finally ends, and the image of you and Seokjin dancing becomes him spearing trash along a highway with the environmental club. But the song starts up from the beginning again - Jimin must’ve dubbed it overtop. What a ridiculous flourish.
The video carries on, Seokjin after Seokjin after Seokjin flashing on screen (god, how many of these events did you attend together? All of them??) After a few minutes, you begrudgingly applaud Jimin’s skills, because he really cut the shots so perfectly to line u-
“What is this?”
“Fuck!” You bolt upright as Seokjin’s voice scares the bejesus out of you. Scrambling for your remote, you smash the stop button before turning around.
He’s standing in your doorway, eyes wide underneath his messy bangs as he stares at the tv. One hand grips the strap of the backpack hanging off his shoulder while the other plays with the cords on his oversized blue and white hoodie - a nervous tick you’re well-acquainted with.
“I - I didn’t hear you come in,” you stammer.
“Yeah, figured you couldn’t hear me knocking over the music,” he replies, still staring at the blank screen. “Door was unlocked. What was that?”
“The song? ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpe- “
“Not the song.” He finally glances at you. “I know the song. What the hell were you watching?”
“Well, uh… how long have you been standing there?”
He gives you a look.
You could lie. Make up some sort of excuse, maybe something technical that he might not understand, but you don’t think about it for more than a second. This is Seokjin. Your best friend. You can’t lie to him.
You gesture for him to sit. “It’s something that Jimin edited together for me.”
Seokjin plops himself down on the other end of your bed. “He made you a… a music video? Starring yours truly?”
He seems puzzled. It’d be so easy for you to reach out and press your thumb to the little worry lines between his brows and soothe them away. The urge is overwhelming.
How did you not know you loved him?
“Kinda?”
“What do you mean, kinda?” He laughs a little. “That’s definitely what it looked like. Like watching an Mnet broadcast from an alternate dimension.” He pauses. “But why did Jimin make this for you?”
Nervously, you fiddle with your remote. “He went through all the footage I handed in for the yearbook. Apparently, you’re the focus of every video. Doesn’t matter what I was supposed to be shooting - games, parties, whatever - I only recorded you.”
He looks slightly bewildered at this, even with his thriving confidence. “Only me?”
Nodding, you avoid Seokjin’s eye, feeling heat creeping along your neck. It’s embarrassing trying to explain this. “Yeah. Nothing and no one else. I basically filmed a whole year of The Kim Seokjin Show and he… wanted to point that out.” You shrug, trying to play it cool, but still don’t look at him.
Seokjin’s unusually quiet for a few minutes as he contemplates your answers. Then he scoffs, shaking his head. “Let me get this straight. Jimin put this video together just to critique your work? Seems like a dick move.”
“Yeah, well… if it weren’t for the other videographers, we wouldn’t have enough footage for a yearbook, since mine is basically useless, so maybe his dickishness is a little justified.” You sigh, biting your lip as you realize that you’d pretty much let Jimin and the rest of the yearbook staff down.
“Ah. I see.” He tugs on his hoodie drawstrings, pulling them back and forth. “But would a dick go to the trouble of adding a soundtrack?”
“Honestly, I think he was just showing off with that,” you snort. You finally hazard a glance and find him regarding you carefully.
“Look, I get it,” Seokjin sighs, tossing his bangs out of his eyes as he reclines on your bed. “It only makes sense that you would end up making me the focus of all your videos. I mean, come on.” He gestures broadly to himself, and your lips quirk at his more than healthy self-esteem. “Jimin can’t fault you for that. But if you really wanted some good shots of me for your personal collection, you could’ve just asked for a private performance.” With an exaggerated wink, he throws you an air kiss.
“I’ll remember that for next year,” you roll your eyes, but giggle nonetheless.
He grins. “You should. Anyway… wanna grab dinner?”
“On campus?”
“Nah, let’s do takeout.” He starts rattling off a list of options and you just hum along, relieved.
Thank god it was Seokjin who came through the door and not your roommate or one of your friends. There’s no way any of them would’ve let you off the hook so easily. This is what Seokjin always does - he comforts you even in the most awkward, stressful situations. Like trying to explain why you seem to own a highlight reel of your bff’s greatest moments. He cracks a joke at his expense, makes you laugh, and breaks the tension.
No one else is as thoughtful as he is. No one else cares for you the way he does.
No one else.
“Jimin wasn’t being rude,” you start again when he’s finished listing restaurants. “Well, maybe a little, but no more than usual. I think he was also trying to help me.”
Seokjin twists his drawstrings. “Eh, you’re a great videographer, you don’t need his help.”
“That’s, uh, not what I mean. He was just… it’s that…”
It’s hard to find the right words to explain. All you can do is try. Seokjin’s eyebrows lift, encouraging you on, and you smile, grateful for his patience as you gather your thoughts.
“...he was trying to help me realize what’s been in front of me this whole time. I don’t know when something changed, but it did, and,” you pause, “and, I’m only realizing it now, but I… I…”
He must sense something from your tone, or the way you keep stammering, because he’s suddenly serious, dark eyes studying your face carefully as he says your name. “You what?”
Maybe you should be afraid to tell him. But you’re not. He’s your best friend.
You take a deep breath. “I love you, Jin.”
As long as you’ve known Seokjin, you’ve never seen him stunned silent. He always has a joke or a quip for any situation. Always. But your declaration has rendered him speechless. His face goes completely blank, too. It freaks you out a little.
Panic starts to set in. Did you make a mistake? “It’s okay if you don’t - don’t feel the same way. I just needed you to know.” You give him an out.
No response. His eyes shift, landing on your tv. The screen is still blank but the way he gazes at it makes you wonder if he’s seeing something there. If only you could record whatever’s going on inside his head. Replay it over and over until you understand.
The quiet stretches on too long, eating away at you until you can’t take it anymore.
“Please say something,” you finally implore him.
“I…” he blinks. “Okay.”
“Okay?” What’s okay?
“You love me?”
You nod.
“Okay. I… gotta go.” He slides off the bed and slowly backs away.
“What??” You rise up on your knees, mouth dropping open as he essentially moonwalks to the door. Rooted to the spot, you can only stare as he glances at you, his expression still alarmingly vacant.
“I’ll, uh… yeah….” he mumbles, and the door closes behind him.
Dumbfounded, you stare at it.
“What the fuck?!”
20 minutes pass, according to the clock on your nightstand. You haven’t moved a muscle since he left. It’s like you’re frozen, kneeling on your bed. The air around you feels a little cold, as if he took all the warmth from the room when he left.
It’s strange that you haven’t cried. Seokjin breaking your heart should leave you a sobbing mess, but your eyes are dry. You’re not even sure you know how to cry right now. Maybe you’re in shock.
How could he just walk out like that? His best friend confesses that she loves him and he just says “Okay” and bounces?? Was he that repulsed? Unable to bear the thought of you having feelings for him?
There’s no reason to keep staring at the door, but you can’t tear your gaze away as you wonder what will happen next. You’re supposed to meet him for breakfast tomorrow, before class. Will he skip? Go by himself and pretend not to know you?
Or, simply show up like normal and act like nothing happened?
Somehow, that feels like the worst possibility.
Once again, you’re sinking in endless questions, so you shake yourself free and climb off the bed. You need to get out of this room, get as far away from the tv and that tape, that damn videocassette that started it all. Maybe some ice cream would help. The cafeteria should be fairly empty this time of night, so you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing you when you inevitably break down over your Chunky Monkey.
But instead you yank your door open and Seokjin is there and suddenly you remember how to cry.
“What the fuck…” you utter before you’re too choked up to speak. Tears stream down your cheeks.
Seokjin doesn’t miss a beat. He steps into the room, sweeping you into his arms for a tight hug. “Whoa, whoa, don’t cry! Please, I’m sorry!” He sort of wobbles you around, walking backwards clumsily as you blubber into his shoulder until your legs hit your bed, gently coaxes you to sit. “Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have left like that.”
He grabs you a tissue from your nightstand and you accept it with a glare. A soggy glare, but a glare nonetheless. “Then why did you?”
“Because I needed a minute. I’m sorry, I know it was messed up to just run out on you, but I had to think.” He drops his backpack on your bed and unzips it, pulling out a black metal box. “And I needed this.”
“You needed a photo box?” Sniffling, you pick the box up and turn it over in your hands. There are no labels, nothing written anywhere on the box. You shoot him a confused look. “Explain.”
Seokjin pries the lid from the box and tilts his chin. “Take a look.”
A stack of photos sits inside. The top photo is you, video camera in hand, standing near a chain-link fence. You’re lit from behind by the sun, a bright halo radiating around you.
“That’s at my last tennis match,” Jin informs you.
The next photo is you again, camera held up to your eye as you stand on the quad, head tipped way back, mouth slightly open as snowflakes swirl around you.
“First snow, last year. You were trying to film a snowball fight on the quad, but you kept trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.” His laugh squeaks like a rusty hinge as his eyes crinkle. “The video bounced so much it gave me motion sickness.”
One by one, you examine the photos. They’re all the same. Caught in profile, you’re the star of every shot, Seokjin’s camera gazing at you while you view the world through your video camera. You keep flipping as Seokjin keeps talking.
“I think Jimin must’ve been exaggerating. Unusual for him, I know,” Seokjin cackles, and you can’t help but grin. “But you have to have recorded other things, other people. Because if you were only watching me, you would’ve seen me only watching you.”
The lump in your throat returns as you look at him. “I don’t understand.”
“I think you do,” he replies softly. “You told me once how much you wanted to capture the world. That stuck with me.”
“It did?” Placing the photos back in the box, you push it aside.
“Yeah. It did.”
“But… these are only photos of me?”
“Right.” Seokjin shuffles nearer, until his thigh rubs against yours. He slides his thumb across your cheek, through the tears that cling there, and your eyes fall shut at his touch. “Don’t you get it? You’re my world.”
Your eyes flutter open. “Jin. Kiss me.”
He leans in and you meet him halfway as his mouth presses against yours. It’s soft, chaste almost, your lips just brushing. Then he tilts his head, cupping your face to bring you closer, and suddenly you’re kissing. Really kissing, mouths parting, tongues colliding, your hands in his hair, his hands tugging you into his lap. You breathe him, touch him, taste him. Him, him, him.
Your Jin.
God knows how much time goes by before you break apart. Jin’s face is bright red as he grins at you. You trace your finger along his plush lips. They’re even more plump now, swollen from the many nips you’ve given them.
“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you murmur, “because that was a pretty corny line.”
“Not a line. The truth,” he replies huskily, kissing your fingertip. “But excuse me, I thought you said you loved me? Not liked me.”
“Ugh, of course the linguistics major would argue semantics.” Will you ever tire of that ridiculous laugh? “I love you, you nerd.”
“You know I love you too, right?”
Joy sings in your chest, spreads through your body. “I was hoping, but you didn’t actually say it….”
“Every day for three years.”
He beams as you look at him skeptically.
“All three years? Every single minute?”
“Yep. Every moment.”
“Prove it,” you challenge him with a raised brow.
“You want me to go get my other photo boxes? This one’s just junior year.”
You weren’t expecting him to back up that claim with photographic proof. You were just trying to get him to kiss you again.
“Say it again,” you command, lips crashing into his. “Please. Again.”
“I love you,” he declares, laying you down. “I love you.” He settles himself on top of you. “I love you.” He nuzzles your lips, your cheek, your neck. On and on, covering you in burning kisses and softly murmured words.
You push him away for a moment, long enough to pull your top off and toss it onto the floor. He sucks in a breath as you unhook your bra and drop it as well.
“Goddamn. Would you look at those,” he marvels. Your head drops back as you laugh. He’s the most attractive man you’ve ever met, sure, but he’s also the biggest dork.
“Do you want to touch them?”
He nods enthusiastically, and you lie back on your pillows, motioning for him to follow. He does so hungrily, mouth immediately sucking one of your nipples in. You keen as his tongue flicks over the tiny bud, waking it up. His hands join his mouth in caressing every inch he can touch.
“Jin,” you sigh, clutching at the hood of his sweatshirt, pulling him back up so you can kiss him. He obliges, but then he’s gone again, lips tracing down your clavicle and running over your other breast. He lavishes both with attention until you’re breathless with want. With need.
His hand plays with the top button on your jeans. “Can these come off?” he asks, eyes round as he peers at you. As if he needs puppy dog eyes right now.
You nod, and he wastes no time undoing the buttons and sliding them down your legs. Then he reaches behind his head and yanks his hoodie off, taking the t-shirt underneath with it. You’d love to tease him about his eagerness, but it would be hypocritical of you, and besides, you’re too busy gawking at his bare chest. His baggy clothes hide the way his broad shoulders taper down to his waist, where the band of his Calvin Klein boxers rides above his sweatpants.
He slides back up your body to kiss you again. This time he lingers, and as his arms come to rest on either side of your head, he rolls his hips into you and you can feel how much he wants this, too. His hard length presses against your core and you whimper into his mouth, running your hands down his chest.
“Jin!” He repeats the movement, your hips lifting to meet his. His hand snakes between you and he slides a finger under the band of your panties.
“Can these come off, too?”
“God yes!”
With a laugh at your zealous response, Jin removes the last bit of clothing you wear. You laid your heart bare before him earlier, and now the rest of you is exposed, too.
His lips hover over yours as his fingers hover above your clit. He slowly draws a circle around the sensitive pearl as he swallows your moan.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he rasps, and as you nod, his finger plunges inside.
You’ve always admired Jin’s hands. Those long, slightly crooked fingers move adroitly when he’s playing with his camera or typing on his keyboard. But right now, his lithe fingers are simply pure magic, stroking, rubbing, dipping in and out. You’re spellbound, your kisses getting sloppier as you pant and groan against Jin’s lips.
“Oh god, don’t you dare stop!” you demand, eyes closing in bliss. One of your hands tangles in your bedspread, pulling the blanket up as you grip at it, while the other curls around his bicep, holding on tight.
“I won’t. I’m not stopping until you’re cumming all over me.” Jin’s voice breathes in your ear. You shudder, from the heat, the touch of his lips, the filthy promise. You’ve never heard him use that word before. It sounds so good on his tongue.
“T-tell me,” you moan. Opening your eyes, you see Jin watching you with an expression of lust that makes you clench around his fingers involuntarily, and he draws a shaky breath. He grinds his hips into the bed and you whine at the sight.
“Tell you what?” He drops his head to your neck, sucking gently, painting your neck with red marks that will fade to black and blue by morning.
“What you w-wanna do. To me.”
He lifts his head in surprise. “You like that?”
Other guys had tried talking dirty with you before and you’d played along, but it had never done a damn thing for you. Not until this moment.
“Yeah. Wanna hear you. Tell me what you wanna do to me, Jinnie,” you beg, voice breathless and sweet, and he groans, capturing your mouth in a harsh kiss before pulling away again.
“Fuck, I wanna do everything to you. Make you cum on my fingers, my tongue, my cock.” You mewl loudly, helplessly, at that last word, and he drags his thumb over your clit, agonizingly slow. Keening, you try to encourage him to speed up by bucking your hips towards him. “Oh, you wanna cum on my cock? How do you want it - deep and slow?” He starts to pump his fingers fast, and your whole body feels tight tight tight, like you’re about to snap. “Or fast and hard? Is that better? Throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck you senseless?”
“Ahhhhh, I want it all, please give it to me, please please pl- “ Your voice breaks as your body breaks, comes apart in Jin’s deft hands. You feel his hips bucking into the bed and then he hisses, burying his face in the valley of your breasts.
“Did - did you just - “
“Yeah,” he groans, voice muffled. “I just came in my pants like a fucking teenager.” He lifts his head, looking sheepish. You laugh, affectionately, amazed at how he can be so sexy but so cute at the same time, heart overflowing as he rolls behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“So,” you drawl after a few minutes of content snuggling, “about those things you said you want to do to me…”
“Yeah?”
“...are you waiting for a formal invitation, or…” You grind your ass against him and he tightens his arms around your waist, huffing a laugh into the crook of your neck.
“I’m gonna need some dinner first.” He nibbles on your shoulder. “Let’s take a break. We’ve got the rest of the night. And tomorrow. Every day after that.”
You twist in his arms. “Every day?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.” His gaze is so warm. It’s incredible that you never realized that look in his eyes was the look of love.
“I love you, Jin.”
“I love you too.” He grins. “Now... how about that takeout?”
Something New - Kim Seokjin - Oh Sehun - (Reader) | Part 1
One party can change everything. And tomorrow never knows.
You, Sophie, and your friend, work as Big Hit Security Chiefs, the ones in charge for the security of the BTS boys. You are supposed to keep it profesional, but ended up falling for Seokjin. Now, you are in a relationship, one that you both think no one knows about even if you are not being exactly subtle.
One day, all of you are invited to the main fall event, the secret Halloween party when everyone goes crazy, drunk and flirty. Even if you are madly in love with Seokjin, you end up being trapped by a beautiful and misterious blonde vampire that your boyfriend seems to know really well.
Together, you all decided to go against the rules of the secrecy, safety and discretion, tangling up your bodies and feelings in a risky affair that no one knows what could lead to.
Between your beloved dark angel and the seductive vampire guy, you are about to discover some secrets and fantasies you had never dare to dream before.
Warning: Smut, Threesome, Dom/Sub dynamics, also a lot of switching, reader has character and is ready to fight them at any moment, biting, bondage, sensorial play, blinding, maybe voyeurism, teasing and brattiness all over the place, a bit of drama and angst but mostly fun sexy time
Disclaimer: this story is reader insert under the name of Sophie as reader. Everything is copyrighted. English is not my first language so I apologize in advance if there's any error 🥺 Also if you want to be tagged I would be happy to do it 🥺❤️
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They were at the boy’s dorm preparing for the party. She gave the final touches to her creepy makeup and carefully placed the crown over her hair. Gemma was still transforming herself into Medusa so she left the bathroom, giving her the whole space for that. Every room was full of activity because of the Halloween’s party. She hadn’t thought of going to one, even less to one filled with idols, but yeah, it was happening. Her heels sounded all over the place when she walked into the living room. She had to be the first, surprisingly, so she threw herself into the sofa, distracting herself with the phone.
“Wow.” She raised her eyes immediately when she heard Jin’s voice in front of herself.
He was wearing a black brocade mask over his eyes and nose, black shirt that she realised was see-through when he moved, black skinny pants with tough leather boots over his ankle and a black cape full of feathers, with an extravagant brooch. She knew that costume. She knew that character perfectly. She was absolutely in love with it for years.
“So… Keith.”
“Do you know him?” The surprise in Jin’s voice was noticeable. He came close to her and intertwined their hands so she could stand up. “Creepy” with their hands still tied together, he made her spin around “and sexy.” She started to laugh.
“It’s Halloween after all”
“You are making it so… so… so…” Every “so” came with a step towards her until she was up against the wall in the corner of the room “difficult for me.”
“Jin. Jin, no.” He put his arms around her body even when she tried to stop him putting her own hands against his chest. “Kim Seokjin.” The warnings were a failure and she was starting to get nervous. “No no no ¡AH!” She was laughing and screaming, he was tickling her. “The make up! The hair!” She managed to free herself, still laughing “Hands still!!” She hit one of his hands playfully.
“I can’t promise that. Shall we go?”
“And the rest?”
“I was thinking of getting the car …” She raised her eyebrow “if you don’t want…”
“Has anyone ever refused to get into your flamboyant Lamborghini?”
“Nobody has ever refused my flamboyant presence.”
The laughs fullfield the room while they screamed for the whole house they were leaving. They took the lift to the garage. There they were. The cars. The aggressive blue sport car. As always, Jin opened the door, helping her to get into it. He took off the cape, leaving it next to her, besides a big black bag. The shirt was making her have a hard time to keep her composure. He noticed her stare and smiled timidly, sitting in the driver's seat and looking at her with a funny smile.
“I have something for you.”
“Jin…” Her tone was soft but serious. She didn’t want him to buy her things.
“It’s to give the final touch to your costume…” He put on his most endearing face, which was an obvious trick. “Please” She sighed, giving up. “The black bag!”
She turned around, having more freedom of movements because of the hood being raised. She took the bag. It was expensive, with a golden figure that didn’t give any relevant information. She opened it, finding inside a black box and some kind of belt. She took off the second one, and couldn’t avoid a nervous laugh when she realised it was a brown harness.
“What 's that?”
“I told you. For the costume.”
“What a coincidence that it’s exactly the same color as the dress, note that you didn’t know anything about it. And neither did Gemma”. It was obvious that it wasn’t for the costume. At least not only for that.
“Do you like it?” She took her hand over the harness, the feeling was smooth and comfortable. She put it over her dress, around her breasts.
Jin’s hands pushed away her hair, helping to fasten it. The silence flooded the car while she felt his touch and breath in her nape and naked back, repressing a shiver. The look she saw in his face when they stared at each other was enough. It was obvious how much he liked it.
“Make up.” She reminded him, laying herself against the car door.
He suppressed his need to touch her by putting his hand in the wheel with more strength than needed. She took the black box trying to decipher what was inside. She had a feeling about it, her body was suddenly so self-conscious and she started to flush under his stare. Inside, there was a small controler, barely 3 cm long and, next to it, there were some small kegel balls, soft and cold to the touch. She looked at him impressed and surprised.
“And this?” Jin’s ears were extremely red, something that made her laugh. “I didn’t think you were one of those boys, Kim Seokjin.” He raised his eyebrow in silence. “Are we leaving or…?” She knew what his intention was and she liked it much more than she wanted to admit.
“Not yet.” He was passing his eyes between her and the box, nothing subtle.
“What? Do you want me to put them in?”
“No.” She breathed a bit disappointed. “I want to do it.” The tension in the car raised suddenly and her breathing went wild without her control.
“Here?” They were still in the garage, at plain sight. “At least put the hood.” He, again, raised his eyebrow.
“Damn, Sophie” he came close to her with a dangerous smile. “I didn’t think you were one of those girls.”
Before she could reply, she felt his hand in her left knee, over the high boot, making her, with little effort, to open her legs. She didn’t want to look at him, if she did they were not going to go to that party, so she adjusted herself against the seat and raised her head, trying to control the lift. She felt his hands going up over the inside of her thigh, making her shiver again.
“Fuck, Jin.” He got to her lingerie and took it out of his way without remorse. “Hurry up.” Her voice came out higher than she pretended, specially when he took advantage of her talking to introduce his finger into her. If he kept like that she was gonna climax before the fun started. He accommodated against her and her seat, taking the toy out of the box she was still holding.
“I didn’t expect this to turn out this easy.” He spoke directly in her ear, his voice huskier than normally, while he played with his fingers over her before introducing the balls.
She put her hand over her mouth instinctively, trying to suppress the moans, but Jin stopped her.
“Make up, remember?” He was enjoying it much more than what he should and he kept his hand between her legs even when the balls were placed.
“Jin…” Her moans were more high and constant.
“I just wanted to make sure.” He separated from her slowly. She still had her eyes closed, trying to breathe normally and getting used to the sensation. Suddenly, the balls started to vibrate at full speed, forcing her to hold on to the car’s door and dashboard. “They work perfectly!”
“Don’t… do that… again.” Her faltering voice was the only sound in the garage.
“What? This?” He used the controller again, moving his finger all up, provoking her an intense pleasure wave. She couldn’t avoid a scandalous moan.
“Give me the controller!” She had to regain her voice before she tried to take it from him but he put it inside his front pocket, out of her reach.
“You would love that.” He closed the hoodie before he started the car, en route to the party.
Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-
Procrastinating on writing by...writing filth, actual trash, garbage, because I’m horny and annoyed, the worst combination lmao. Dedicated to all my fellow struggling writers :')
Warning: smut, rough sex, PWP, just a bunch of randomness because I’m annoyed that omnicron is a cockblocking bitch :D, breaking all the grammar rules, SLAPPING, spanking, hair pulling, degradation, sadist!Jungkook x brat!reader x brat tamer!Seokjin, switchy!jin, switchy!reader, switchy!jk, big dick!jin because obviously, jin with a choking kink because obviously, jk calls you a slut but like in the most loving way possible, overstimulation, double penetration
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“Aish.” Seokjin winces as a montage of Gong Yoo and Lee Jungjae plays loudly on Jungkook’s Android.
Slap Slap Slap.
Gong Yoo wins another game of Ddak-ji.
Slap. You, Jungkook and Seokjin flinch.
The maknae rewatches the popular series, bored. Hotel rooms are boring. You and Jungkook have decided to bother the oldest tonight as entertainment.
The youngest member to your right, the oldest to your left. You lie your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, watching the game curiously. “You wouldn’t have to pay me to play that game,” you laugh, covering your face.
Seokjin asks you a very dry, “...what...”
You and Jungkook fall back on each other in laughter. “Oh so that’s what you like?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s said that before, Hyung.”
“Where? When? Show me proof.” Seokjin is insistent. Jungkook giggles. You are wheezing.
“Well, it’s not like I have it written down.”
“Why don’t you go do that?”
“Okay, fine. I’m doing it right now. You’ve played that game before, right? Ddak-ji?”
“On Hobi’s back.” The youngest remembers. You remember that too. It was hot. Hoseok is usually the one doling out punishments. Sometimes, you wish he'd punish you, but that’s for another day.
“I like being choked,” Seokjin confesses.
I guess this is what we’re doing tonight…that's one way to alleviate your boredom.
“Everyone already knows that,” you say laughing. Seokjin looks funny when he’s annoyed, and he looks sexy when he’s mad.
“She likes that too,” Jungkook says, smirking. His tongue plays with his lip ring. You want to pull on it with your teeth-
Whoa whoa, reign in it there, woman. Too aggressive! But...imagine. His lip pulled down, bottom teeth peaking above, with that smile, and his soft voice whining for you. You hands play with the end of his unruly hair, pulling.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
“You’re not sorry.”
“Nah.”
“Can you two get a room and get out of mine.”
You pout. “Are you really mad?” Your eyes meet Jin's and stays.
“No, I’m just kidding.” Soft words and soft eyes; his fingers trace your jaw.
You punch Jin in the shoulder. Violence is not the answer, but jumping in his lap would have gotten you in trouble. His mouth opens, eyes cast with betrayal, grunting from the hit. It didn’t hurt, not really. Seokjin is a good actor.
And then you all laugh. It’s funny, it’s not really what’s said, but the looks you give each other that makes you giggle uncontrollably. Being around them...it’s comfortable...Jungkook...fun...Seokjin.
Stretching your limbs, you groan. Jungkook drapes his arm over you casually. Seokjin watches you both, glaring. “Let’s play then. Sit on Daddy’s lap.”
You gag. Why did he have to say it like that? The pair burst into laughter, and you laugh along, their hysterics are too infectious.
“You want to slap me?” Your lips curl into a half smile, intrigued.
“Yeah,” Seokjin shrugs. “I’ll let you slap me back.”
You stare at him.
He stares at you.
You bite your bottom lip. Seokjin eyes travel down.
Jungkook sits, gnawing on his own lip, fingers fidgeting, head cocked to the side waiting for your answer.
You press your finger to your chin. “I don’t think that’s a good-”
“You just said-”
“Okay fine!” You slap Seokjin hard.
“OOH!” Jungkook yells and winces in sympathy for his friend. You jump back, falling into Jungkook’s hard frame, covering your cheeks, partly in shock because you didn’t mean to hit Jin so hard, and partly in self preservation.
Seokjin head whips back around, hand covering the spot you slapped.
Your body shakes in laughter as you stutter out a weak sorry. You can’t help it, Seokjin’s bulging eyes look so comical, his mouth hanging open. Jungkook holds your shoulders, hiding behind you, too stunned to speak.
Jin's face falls, hand pulling away, two fingers telling you to come here.
Jungkook pushes your shoulders closer to his Hyung. Your laughter turns to squeals. “Wait wait wait, what are you doing? What are you doing?! This isn’t fair! It’s two against one! I’m just a weak fragile little wom-” The pair groan at you and Jungkook lets go of your shoulders. You take the opportunity to put the maknae in a headlock. “Yah! You traitorous little-WAIT-” Seokjin joins the tussle, wraps his large hand around your throat, pulling you to him.
Your eyes glaze over, mouth opening prepared for when you will inevitably be able to breathe again.
“See, told you she likes it,” Jungkook coughs, pulling out of your grasp when your arms loosen in compliance.
Seokjin sighs again, body heated from your scuffle. His bottom lip pulled into his mouth. He really does look sexy when he’s mad.
“What are you trying to say?”
He lets his grip go, and you inhale quickly, spluttering.
“I said you look really sexy when you're mad.”
“Shut up and let me slap you.”
You pout, heat growing inside. Wetness warm between your thighs. When did that start? When did you become so turned on? And needy for Jin’s attention?
“Fine.”
Seokjin’s hand pulls back. “Wait! Can Jungkook choke me while you do it?”
“Noona!?”
“What?!”
Seokjin tries not to laugh. He fails. “Fuck! Why are you like this?”
You cross your arms. “Both of you have pain kinks.”
“I don’t!” Jungkook protests.
“What are those?” You poke his tattooed arm.
“That’s different, obviously.”
You roll your eyes. Seokjin rolls his eyes.
“What! When I’m with someone I like being the one to, you know…”
“Oh, good, now choke me.”
Jungkook tries not to smile, tattooed hand massaging the back of his neck, his knee shaking, ready, he just needs that extra push.
You can push :)
A gentle push; you wink at Jin before twisting your body around, jumping in his lap, straddling the maknae, Jungkook inhales, your sweet alluring scent surrounding him. A not so gentle pull-
Pulling on his hair to move his face how you like; his neck outstretched peering up at you hungrily. Thumb sliding over his cheek, his button lip, his cute mole. He exhales a soft whine.
You bring your lips closer, closer, closer...
And pull away, swinging your leg off of him with a smirk.
Your eyes lock with Seokjin’s dark gaze, eyes scolding you for your teasing.
You’re about to say something that would really get Seokjin riled up, but your breath is taken away. Jungkook’s tattooed hand reaches around your neck, pulling you back to him and Jin leans away, waiting, watching. You’ve become the entertainment for tonight and these men are excellent at putting on a show.
Now it’s Jungkook whose attention ignites your nerve endings. His grip was stronger, much stronger, it scared you and made you hot all over. His tongue licks the outside of your ear, hot breath tickling you, making goosebumps bloom all over your body as he takes the opportunity to smell the scent of your shampoo.
“You like making us mad,” Seokjin teases.
You lift your head up slowly, Jungkook’s grip on you making movement difficult, and then downward, nodding, a dangerous glint in your eyes, smirking despite your helpless situation.
Seokjin looks over your shoulder, to the maknae. “What do you think?”
Jungkook grips loosens so you can take a breath of air, hand still around your neck, other hand placed firmly in your hair yanking your head back, similar to what you did to him, and he outstretches his arms, pushing your body closer to his Hyung. Seokjin moves closer to you, lips softly kissing the opposite ear. He gives Jungkook a knowing look, whispering your dirty little secrets...
“You’re always teasing us.” Because it’s fun.
“What is it that you want from us, hm?” Isn’t it obvious?
“You like making us mad,” Mostly you, it’s so easy.
“Because you want us to punish you, is that it?”
That’s it.
You stifle a moan. His mouth moves along your jaw, tasting your skin, until he reaches your mouth, kissing you heatedly, tongue pushing past your lips, hard and dominating. Pulling away, his hand softly cups your cheek, rubbing and caressing the side of your face…
You know what’s going to happen. You’re prepared for it.
Jungkook squeezes the sides of your neck until you gasp.
Seokjin watches you so docile and pliable in his friend’s arms.
Time stretches.
He looks so handsome when he concentrates, and you’re the subject of his affection, it feels nice, warm, hot, fire-
Slap!
Your face stings instantly, head thrown to the side from the force, a soft cry escapes. Your cheek pulses and so does your pussy. Your arms reach behind you, gripping Jungkook’s thighs as your back arches.
Jungkook hisses at your response, his dick growing in his joggers at the scene unfolding, he always knew you were a painslut.
Jungkook can’t contain himself. Slams his lips against yours, bending your body back. Rough touches, yanking and pulling, reveling in your shudders and cries.
Strong hands find themselves under your clothes, inside your shirt, inside your pants, pressing in your sex, so wet, slipping inside easily, two thick knuckles.
Jungkook pulls at your nipples, pinching and rolling the nubs. Seokjin steadily pumps his fingers inside, in and out of your tight hole.
“Slap her again, Hyung.”
You cry out from the sudden impact, followed by a shameless moan. It stung harder than the first and the pain pulses down into your core.
“I thought we were supposed to take turns?” Gasping words, a rhetorical question, though you did like seeing Jin’s face flushed red.
“You want me to stop?” Fingers press deeper then shallowly thrust inside, teasing.
“No...no...more.”
Tight grip, inked digits collared around your neck. Hard muscles pressed against your soft body like some sexy hot Kim-Jeon sandwich and you’re already becoming addicted, suffocating kisses and bruised skin, more, more.
Clothes are removed on a heap on the floor, four hands maneuver your body, the game moves to Seokjin’s bed, and since it’s his bed, it’s his rules. And he wants you to...
Take off your bra and give him your panties. Good girl.
Sit your dripping cunt on his lap.
Open your thighs wider.
Stroke his cock harder.
That’s it, that’s it. Choke him.
You feel his Adam’s apple against your palm, it’s so big. Like his massive dick. You bite your lip, distracted, is there a big Adam’s apple-big dick correlation?
“Jungkook?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Come here.”
“Not yet, baby.”
Ugh. You’re tempted to ask again just to hear his sexy voice call you baby. Jungkook waits, he knows once he gets the chance at your body, you’ll be too fucked out to take anyone else.
Seokjin grips the back of your neck pulling your attention down. “I’m right here and you want Jungkook too? Such a greedy brat.”
You pout, “It was for research purposes only.” You kiss his jaw, guiding his head with your thumb and pointer, grinding in his lap.
“I don’t think...I want to know,” he groans.
“It doesn’t matter.” Light kisses down his neck and soft caresses as an apology, a good grip around his wrists as you hold his hands above his head and thighs pressing into his hips as a preview of what’s to come.
“You look so fucking sexy, Jin.”
“I know.”
You repress the urge to roll your eyes, grinding down onto his lap instead. Jin’s head rolls back, softly sighing in pleasure. You lift your hips, let his hard cock stand fully, rubbing your wet folds over his length teasingly, leaning your body weight to hold his arms down, enjoying the dominance over him a little.
Until he lifts his hips, pressing into you and stretching you over his thickness. “Fuck, you’re so big.”
He smirks. “Yeah, you’re gonna take it all, right?”
Slowly, you slide down his long cock.
“Good girl, fuck yourself on my cock.”
He’s so hard and you’re so full.
“Love it when you moan like that,” he groans, commanding “Louder.”
You move your body up and down, up and down, filling yourself over and over.
Your thighs and pussy ache, but it’s all worth it to watch Seokjin fall apart underneath you. “Feels so good…” Your hips meet over and over, loud smacks filling the room.
SLAP!
“OW?!”
“What?” Your hands press into his hard chest, your body bouncing faster on him. “It was your turn.”
Your left hand moves higher, pressing down on his neck. Just what Seokjin likes.
Seokjin rolls his hips up, feverishly meeting yours. Deep, sharp thrusts that make you whimper his name, thighs and body burning until you can’t keep up with his pace any longer, falling back as he lifts his torso up, his hand reaches for your hand around his neck, fingers encasing your wrist as he smoothly switches positions, in one movement, gyrating bodies in choreography, cold sheets against your sweaty back, Jin fucking you, your body following his lead, your head over the end of the bed. You notice an inverted Jungkook, tattooed hand in his pants, hidden from view, dark eyes glazed over as he watches his friend pound you into the sheets.
(Both men notice your distraction.)
Using the last bit of strength you have left, you hold your head up. Slap. Pain and pleasure stimulates your nerve endings. Jin's hand grip your jaw, pulling your face back straight.
Slap.
His dick drags against your walls, feels so good you can’t concentrate on anything else.
Slap Slap Slap. “Fuck!”
You let go of his neck and cover your stinging cheek, eyes watering from the pain.
His large hand splayed in between your breasts, bending your body back so you have full view of your distraction.
Upside down Jungkook smirks as Seokjin thrusts into you harder, inching your body off the edge while you near your own peak. Your thighs gripping his waist and his hand around your neck keep your body from falling off the bed, and everything about the way he’s roughly fucking into you is driving you insane and you don’t want him to stop, but you need to breathe, maybe just a bit longer, your lungs burn, but you body burns for Seokjin even more.
“Hyung!”
A sharp inhale, you gasp until you find your voice again, moaning. Seokjin hand reaches under your head, turning your body to the side so you are no longer teetering off the end, rolling his hips in deep. The new angle brings you even closer to release.
“Fuck, Jin do that again.” You beg him for more, wrapping your legs around his torso, nails digging into his ass. He rolls his hips, dick pressing up into your sweet spot, grunting heavy, the swell of his cock building an intense pressure inside of you, “I-I’m close.”
“Me too.” He groans, your walls tight around his length, loving the way you claw at him, whimper for him, crying out his name, lips kissing any part of him you can reach.
And finally, you pulse around his length, limbs tight and stiff around him while you orgasm.
Your tightness sends Jin over, thrusting in hard and fast, strong short strokes that leave your body boneless, back arching and legs shaking in overstimulation, his hips stuttering against yours. Pulling out, he paints your thighs with white streaks.
He falls next to you, lying against your shoulder, pulling you into a heated kiss. You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair.
Slap.
You flinch, hips bucking up from Seokjin’s slap directly on your clit, your nails digging into his scalp. Two fingers push inside, slipping in easily, pumping in and out, fast and deep, your thighs clench around his arm, trapping his hand to you.
“Y/n, let me play.” Seokjin warns, and you feel the bed dip, another set of hands prying your legs apart, thumb pressing into your clit.
“Thanks.”
Seokjin grabs your wrists easily in one hand.
“F-fuck.”
Hands pinned, thighs pinned.
“You’re welcome.”
Thumb running harsh swipes into your clit.
“I c-can’t.”
Trembling in pleasure, everything feels light, grounded by the men taking your body higher and higher.
“Yes you can, because I’m going to fuck you after this.”
Your cunt throbs, so sensitive, you can feel every swipe, every poke, every finger inside you stretching you out until you can no longer hold back. Your orgasm is one silent scream, drawn out, limbs fighting against theirs until you submit and come.
Your chest rises and falls, Seokjin’s fingers pull out your pulsing walls, replaced by Jungkook’s cock. Pushed inside, filling you full, fitting inside you perfectly, connecting your bodies seamlessly.
Your mouth opens, gasping at how good he feels even in your soreness. Feels right, and complete, and hot. So fucking hot.
He pulls out completely and pushes back in, savouring the way you stretch around his cock. He waited patiently, and now he's going to ruin you, use all your holes until you’re filled full. You moan a jumble of words, tears falling down your face, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Fuck, so wet. Baby, Jin fucked you good, didn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good too.”
You don't worry, you don't think, you just feel. You feel his length slippery and warm and so hard, gliding into your sensitive walls again.
Jungkook rolls his hips, slamming into you with each thrust. He knows what you like, what makes your toes curl, what makes you sob with pleasure. Lifting one leg, spreading you open, rolling his hips into you hard, skin rubbing over your hood, stimulating you from inside and out. “Look at you, you’re going to come again, aren’t you, slut?”
You nod. “My slut.” You nod again. His fingers press into your mouth, wetting his digits in your tongue. “You’re going to let me use your body, right? Because you’re mine. You'll take everything I give you.” You whimper as he swipes a wet finger over your chest, pinches your nipple, picking up his pace, shaking your body with each quick thrust, fingers pulling on your sensitive buds until they throb. You whine and cry out and tighten around his cock.
“Needy little slut, don’t fucking move.” He groans, “Stay. Just. Like. That.” Punctuating each syllable with a bruising thrust, strong hands massaging, tugging, pulling; your body buzzes from his attention. Hips knocking into yours so hard and fast, the intensity winds you up until you feel that familiar snap, eyes shut tight, all senses lost except the visceral touch of his skin caressing your skin, hot and sticky.
“I'm getting hard again.” Jin's words bring you back down to earth.
Jungkook chuckles, not done, pulling out before he comes. Flipping your buzzing body over, lips kissing the heated skin of your back, and down, teeth nipping into your curves, fingers running along your dripping center and around your hole. He presses a finger inside both openings, deep, you feel impossibly full. Your tired body slumps into the covers, moaning for Jungkook as he rocks his hand into you. He pulls away before you lose yourself to the building pleasure again, spanking your ass. “Up, get on Jin's lap.”
“Yeah, sit on Daddy's lap.”
You groan, pulling your wobbly body up. “You're ruining it, Daddy.”
Jin smirks, “Come here, Brat.”
You crawl your aching limbs over to Jin, settling into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to his round lips. “You're so annoying.”
“But you love me.” He looks up at you. Eyes shining, so sweet, eyebrow tilted, tiny smile on his angelic face despite his downright devilish demeanor.
“Do I?” You glance over at the youngest, who runs a hand through his hair. Seokjin nods, blinking, ears tinged red. You kiss him again.
“You're right,” bringing his hand to your lips, using his pointer to shush yourself, nodding to the side, “Don't let him find out,” teasing the youngest.
Jungkook scoffs, “You really like to play, well let's play a new game,” moving behind you, tight grip in your hair, pressing your body down onto Seokjin, your head shoved against his wide chest. “Let's see whose name you moan first?”
“Kookie, that's a great idea,” Jin aligns his cock into your center, bringing you down over his length, you shudder, holding in your moan.
You can feel Jungkook behind you, hard dick pressing against your other hole. “W-Wait.”
Seokjin kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. Holding you down. Keeping you down. Keeping you still. Rolling his hips up to distract you.
Jungkook groans, sinking into you tightness slowly, admiring your body taking him so well as his length disappears inside, “F-Fuck.”
Jin fucks into you steadily, arms snug around your body while you adjust to the new sensation.
You shudder, breathing hard, heartrate escalating as Jungkook pulls his cock away, your hole tight around his length, his next thrust stealing your breath away. “J-” you clamp your mouth shut before you finish.
“She was going to say my name,” Jin grunts, thrusting in faster.
“Who's name starts with a J?” Jungkook argues, moving slowly. The differing speeds makes concentrating on just one sensation impossible, your body throbbing from head to toe.
“She never uses ‘Seokjin’, she was about to say Jin.” You listen silently, stomach tightening at the way they talk like you aren't currently speared on both their dicks.
“Is that true, baby? Were you going to call out for Jin? What about now?” Jungkook slams his hips down, making you cry out, jaw slack, drooling against Jin's chest. “Can't talk now? Is my baby too full of cock to think?”
Jin grunts, gripping onto your hips instead, fingers digging into you sides. You whine and cry and keep your mouth defiantly shut, wanting to see just how competitive Jungkook will get, a new wave of arousal hitting you at how they fight over you.
“Feels s-so good.” You stutter from their stilted paces. Jin's so thick and hard against your sensitive walls, and Jungkook is so brutal, using your body as his, chasing his own pleasure, making you a sloppy mess, core wet and aching, past pleasure and pain.
Jin comes first, moaning your name. Jungkook drags you off his cock, letting you lay on soft sheets while he pounds into you at a brutal pace, his hard body lying over yours, fingers reaching around you to stroke your sensitive walls.
He gathers Jin's cum and uses it to rub over your swollen clit until you're shaking. You pussy pulses around nothing. You've never come like this before, you don't think you can. But Jungkook knows your body even better than you think, thrumming your chords of pleasure until they sing for him, a single weak note, cried out for only him. And then he fills you full.
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“I won.”
Jin holds you loosely, snoring against your back.
“And what makes you think that?” Jungkook looks into your eyes, cuddled against your front.
“My name was the only one who was called, Jin said it.”
Jungkook laughs, “That wasn't part of the game.”
“Fine, want to play another game?”
“Go to sleep!”
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I wanted to post HOAL this weekend ;__; I guess this is better than nothing. Or maybe I should have posted nothing, you tell me lol. <3
Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-
Procrastinating on writing by...writing filth, actual trash, garbage, because I’m horny and annoyed, the worst combination lmao. Dedicated to all my fellow struggling writers :')
Warning: smut, rough sex, PWP, just a bunch of randomness because I’m annoyed that omnicron is a cockblocking bitch :D, breaking all the grammar rules, SLAPPING, spanking, hair pulling, degradation, sadist!Jungkook x brat!reader x brat tamer!Seokjin, switchy!jin, switchy!reader, switchy!jk, big dick!jin because obviously, jin with a choking kink because obviously, jk calls you a slut but like in the most loving way possible, overstimulation, double penetration
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“Aish.” Seokjin winces as a montage of Gong Yoo and Lee Jungjae plays loudly on Jungkook’s Android.
Slap Slap Slap.
Gong Yoo wins another game of Ddak-ji.
Slap. You, Jungkook and Seokjin flinch.
The maknae rewatches the popular series, bored. Hotel rooms are boring. You and Jungkook have decided to bother the oldest tonight as entertainment.
The youngest member to your right, the oldest to your left. You lie your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, watching the game curiously. “You wouldn’t have to pay me to play that game,” you laugh, covering your face.
Seokjin asks you a very dry, “...what...”
You and Jungkook fall back on each other in laughter. “Oh so that’s what you like?”
“I’m pretty sure she’s said that before, Hyung.”
“Where? When? Show me proof.” Seokjin is insistent. Jungkook giggles. You are wheezing.
“Well, it’s not like I have it written down.”
“Why don’t you go do that?”
“Okay, fine. I’m doing it right now. You’ve played that game before, right? Ddak-ji?”
“On Hobi’s back.” The youngest remembers. You remember that too. It was hot. Hoseok is usually the one doling out punishments. Sometimes, you wish he'd punish you, but that’s for another day.
“I like being choked,” Seokjin confesses.
I guess this is what we’re doing tonight…that's one way to alleviate your boredom.
“Everyone already knows that,” you say laughing. Seokjin looks funny when he’s annoyed, and he looks sexy when he’s mad.
“She likes that too,” Jungkook says, smirking. His tongue plays with his lip ring. You want to pull on it with your teeth-
Whoa whoa, reign in it there, woman. Too aggressive! But...imagine. His lip pulled down, bottom teeth peaking above, with that smile, and his soft voice whining for you. You hands play with the end of his unruly hair, pulling.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
“You’re not sorry.”
“Nah.”
“Can you two get a room and get out of mine.”
You pout. “Are you really mad?” Your eyes meet Jin's and stays.
“No, I’m just kidding.” Soft words and soft eyes; his fingers trace your jaw.
You punch Jin in the shoulder. Violence is not the answer, but jumping in his lap would have gotten you in trouble. His mouth opens, eyes cast with betrayal, grunting from the hit. It didn’t hurt, not really. Seokjin is a good actor.
And then you all laugh. It’s funny, it’s not really what’s said, but the looks you give each other that makes you giggle uncontrollably. Being around them...it’s comfortable...Jungkook...fun...Seokjin.
Stretching your limbs, you groan. Jungkook drapes his arm over you casually. Seokjin watches you both, glaring. “Let’s play then. Sit on Daddy’s lap.”
You gag. Why did he have to say it like that? The pair burst into laughter, and you laugh along, their hysterics are too infectious.
“You want to slap me?” Your lips curl into a half smile, intrigued.
“Yeah,” Seokjin shrugs. “I’ll let you slap me back.”
You stare at him.
He stares at you.
You bite your bottom lip. Seokjin eyes travel down.
Jungkook sits, gnawing on his own lip, fingers fidgeting, head cocked to the side waiting for your answer.
You press your finger to your chin. “I don’t think that’s a good-”
“You just said-”
“Okay fine!” You slap Seokjin hard.
“OOH!” Jungkook yells and winces in sympathy for his friend. You jump back, falling into Jungkook’s hard frame, covering your cheeks, partly in shock because you didn’t mean to hit Jin so hard, and partly in self preservation.
Seokjin head whips back around, hand covering the spot you slapped.
Your body shakes in laughter as you stutter out a weak sorry. You can’t help it, Seokjin’s bulging eyes look so comical, his mouth hanging open. Jungkook holds your shoulders, hiding behind you, too stunned to speak.
Jin's face falls, hand pulling away, two fingers telling you to come here.
Jungkook pushes your shoulders closer to his Hyung. Your laughter turns to squeals. “Wait wait wait, what are you doing? What are you doing?! This isn’t fair! It’s two against one! I’m just a weak fragile little wom-” The pair groan at you and Jungkook lets go of your shoulders. You take the opportunity to put the maknae in a headlock. “Yah! You traitorous little-WAIT-” Seokjin joins the tussle, wraps his large hand around your throat, pulling you to him.
Your eyes glaze over, mouth opening prepared for when you will inevitably be able to breathe again.
“See, told you she likes it,” Jungkook coughs, pulling out of your grasp when your arms loosen in compliance.
Seokjin sighs again, body heated from your scuffle. His bottom lip pulled into his mouth. He really does look sexy when he’s mad.
“What are you trying to say?”
He lets his grip go, and you inhale quickly, spluttering.
“I said you look really sexy when you're mad.”
“Shut up and let me slap you.”
You pout, heat growing inside. Wetness warm between your thighs. When did that start? When did you become so turned on? And needy for Jin’s attention?
“Fine.”
Seokjin’s hand pulls back. “Wait! Can Jungkook choke me while you do it?”
“Noona!?”
“What?!”
Seokjin tries not to laugh. He fails. “Fuck! Why are you like this?”
You cross your arms. “Both of you have pain kinks.”
“I don’t!” Jungkook protests.
“What are those?” You poke his tattooed arm.
“That’s different, obviously.”
You roll your eyes. Seokjin rolls his eyes.
“What! When I’m with someone I like being the one to, you know…”
“Oh, good, now choke me.”
Jungkook tries not to smile, tattooed hand massaging the back of his neck, his knee shaking, ready, he just needs that extra push.
You can push :)
A gentle push; you wink at Jin before twisting your body around, jumping in his lap, straddling the maknae, Jungkook inhales, your sweet alluring scent surrounding him. A not so gentle pull-
Pulling on his hair to move his face how you like; his neck outstretched peering up at you hungrily. Thumb sliding over his cheek, his button lip, his cute mole. He exhales a soft whine.
You bring your lips closer, closer, closer...
And pull away, swinging your leg off of him with a smirk.
Your eyes lock with Seokjin’s dark gaze, eyes scolding you for your teasing.
You’re about to say something that would really get Seokjin riled up, but your breath is taken away. Jungkook’s tattooed hand reaches around your neck, pulling you back to him and Jin leans away, waiting, watching. You’ve become the entertainment for tonight and these men are excellent at putting on a show.
Now it’s Jungkook whose attention ignites your nerve endings. His grip was stronger, much stronger, it scared you and made you hot all over. His tongue licks the outside of your ear, hot breath tickling you, making goosebumps bloom all over your body as he takes the opportunity to smell the scent of your shampoo.
“You like making us mad,” Seokjin teases.
You lift your head up slowly, Jungkook’s grip on you making movement difficult, and then downward, nodding, a dangerous glint in your eyes, smirking despite your helpless situation.
Seokjin looks over your shoulder, to the maknae. “What do you think?”
Jungkook grips loosens so you can take a breath of air, hand still around your neck, other hand placed firmly in your hair yanking your head back, similar to what you did to him, and he outstretches his arms, pushing your body closer to his Hyung. Seokjin moves closer to you, lips softly kissing the opposite ear. He gives Jungkook a knowing look, whispering your dirty little secrets...
“You’re always teasing us.” Because it’s fun.
“What is it that you want from us, hm?” Isn’t it obvious?
“You like making us mad,” Mostly you, it’s so easy.
“Because you want us to punish you, is that it?”
That’s it.
You stifle a moan. His mouth moves along your jaw, tasting your skin, until he reaches your mouth, kissing you heatedly, tongue pushing past your lips, hard and dominating. Pulling away, his hand softly cups your cheek, rubbing and caressing the side of your face…
You know what’s going to happen. You’re prepared for it.
Jungkook squeezes the sides of your neck until you gasp.
Seokjin watches you so docile and pliable in his friend’s arms.
Time stretches.
He looks so handsome when he concentrates, and you’re the subject of his affection, it feels nice, warm, hot, fire-
Slap!
Your face stings instantly, head thrown to the side from the force, a soft cry escapes. Your cheek pulses and so does your pussy. Your arms reach behind you, gripping Jungkook’s thighs as your back arches.
Jungkook hisses at your response, his dick growing in his joggers at the scene unfolding, he always knew you were a painslut.
Jungkook can’t contain himself. Slams his lips against yours, bending your body back. Rough touches, yanking and pulling, reveling in your shudders and cries.
Strong hands find themselves under your clothes, inside your shirt, inside your pants, pressing in your sex, so wet, slipping inside easily, two thick knuckles.
Jungkook pulls at your nipples, pinching and rolling the nubs. Seokjin steadily pumps his fingers inside, in and out of your tight hole.
“Slap her again, Hyung.”
You cry out from the sudden impact, followed by a shameless moan. It stung harder than the first and the pain pulses down into your core.
“I thought we were supposed to take turns?” Gasping words, a rhetorical question, though you did like seeing Jin’s face flushed red.
“You want me to stop?” Fingers press deeper then shallowly thrust inside, teasing.
“No...no...more.”
Tight grip, inked digits collared around your neck. Hard muscles pressed against your soft body like some sexy hot Kim-Jeon sandwich and you’re already becoming addicted, suffocating kisses and bruised skin, more, more.
Clothes are removed on a heap on the floor, four hands maneuver your body, the game moves to Seokjin’s bed, and since it’s his bed, it’s his rules. And he wants you to...
Take off your bra and give him your panties. Good girl.
Sit your dripping cunt on his lap.
Open your thighs wider.
Stroke his cock harder.
That’s it, that’s it. Choke him.
You feel his Adam’s apple against your palm, it’s so big. Like his massive dick. You bite your lip, distracted, is there a big Adam’s apple-big dick correlation?
“Jungkook?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Come here.”
“Not yet, baby.”
Ugh. You’re tempted to ask again just to hear his sexy voice call you baby. Jungkook waits, he knows once he gets the chance at your body, you’ll be too fucked out to take anyone else.
Seokjin grips the back of your neck pulling your attention down. “I’m right here and you want Jungkook too? Such a greedy brat.”
You pout, “It was for research purposes only.” You kiss his jaw, guiding his head with your thumb and pointer, grinding in his lap.
“I don’t think...I want to know,” he groans.
“It doesn’t matter.” Light kisses down his neck and soft caresses as an apology, a good grip around his wrists as you hold his hands above his head and thighs pressing into his hips as a preview of what’s to come.
“You look so fucking sexy, Jin.”
“I know.”
You repress the urge to roll your eyes, grinding down onto his lap instead. Jin’s head rolls back, softly sighing in pleasure. You lift your hips, let his hard cock stand fully, rubbing your wet folds over his length teasingly, leaning your body weight to hold his arms down, enjoying the dominance over him a little.
Until he lifts his hips, pressing into you and stretching you over his thickness. “Fuck, you’re so big.”
He smirks. “Yeah, you’re gonna take it all, right?”
Slowly, you slide down his long cock.
“Good girl, fuck yourself on my cock.”
He’s so hard and you’re so full.
“Love it when you moan like that,” he groans, commanding “Louder.”
You move your body up and down, up and down, filling yourself over and over.
Your thighs and pussy ache, but it’s all worth it to watch Seokjin fall apart underneath you. “Feels so good…” Your hips meet over and over, loud smacks filling the room.
SLAP!
“OW?!”
“What?” Your hands press into his hard chest, your body bouncing faster on him. “It was your turn.”
Your left hand moves higher, pressing down on his neck. Just what Seokjin likes.
Seokjin rolls his hips up, feverishly meeting yours. Deep, sharp thrusts that make you whimper his name, thighs and body burning until you can’t keep up with his pace any longer, falling back as he lifts his torso up, his hand reaches for your hand around his neck, fingers encasing your wrist as he smoothly switches positions, in one movement, gyrating bodies in choreography, cold sheets against your sweaty back, Jin fucking you, your body following his lead, your head over the end of the bed. You notice an inverted Jungkook, tattooed hand in his pants, hidden from view, dark eyes glazed over as he watches his friend pound you into the sheets.
(Both men notice your distraction.)
Using the last bit of strength you have left, you hold your head up. Slap. Pain and pleasure stimulates your nerve endings. Jin's hand grip your jaw, pulling your face back straight.
Slap.
His dick drags against your walls, feels so good you can’t concentrate on anything else.
Slap Slap Slap. “Fuck!”
You let go of his neck and cover your stinging cheek, eyes watering from the pain.
His large hand splayed in between your breasts, bending your body back so you have full view of your distraction.
Upside down Jungkook smirks as Seokjin thrusts into you harder, inching your body off the edge while you near your own peak. Your thighs gripping his waist and his hand around your neck keep your body from falling off the bed, and everything about the way he’s roughly fucking into you is driving you insane and you don’t want him to stop, but you need to breathe, maybe just a bit longer, your lungs burn, but you body burns for Seokjin even more.
“Hyung!”
A sharp inhale, you gasp until you find your voice again, moaning. Seokjin hand reaches under your head, turning your body to the side so you are no longer teetering off the end, rolling his hips in deep. The new angle brings you even closer to release.
“Fuck, Jin do that again.” You beg him for more, wrapping your legs around his torso, nails digging into his ass. He rolls his hips, dick pressing up into your sweet spot, grunting heavy, the swell of his cock building an intense pressure inside of you, “I-I’m close.”
“Me too.” He groans, your walls tight around his length, loving the way you claw at him, whimper for him, crying out his name, lips kissing any part of him you can reach.
And finally, you pulse around his length, limbs tight and stiff around him while you orgasm.
Your tightness sends Jin over, thrusting in hard and fast, strong short strokes that leave your body boneless, back arching and legs shaking in overstimulation, his hips stuttering against yours. Pulling out, he paints your thighs with white streaks.
He falls next to you, lying against your shoulder, pulling you into a heated kiss. You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair.
Slap.
You flinch, hips bucking up from Seokjin’s slap directly on your clit, your nails digging into his scalp. Two fingers push inside, slipping in easily, pumping in and out, fast and deep, your thighs clench around his arm, trapping his hand to you.
“Y/n, let me play.” Seokjin warns, and you feel the bed dip, another set of hands prying your legs apart, thumb pressing into your clit.
“Thanks.”
Seokjin grabs your wrists easily in one hand.
“F-fuck.”
Hands pinned, thighs pinned.
“You’re welcome.”
Thumb running harsh swipes into your clit.
“I c-can’t.”
Trembling in pleasure, everything feels light, grounded by the men taking your body higher and higher.
“Yes you can, because I’m going to fuck you after this.”
Your cunt throbs, so sensitive, you can feel every swipe, every poke, every finger inside you stretching you out until you can no longer hold back. Your orgasm is one silent scream, drawn out, limbs fighting against theirs until you submit and come.
Your chest rises and falls, Seokjin’s fingers pull out your pulsing walls, replaced by Jungkook’s cock. Pushed inside, filling you full, fitting inside you perfectly, connecting your bodies seamlessly.
Your mouth opens, gasping at how good he feels even in your soreness. Feels right, and complete, and hot. So fucking hot.
He pulls out completely and pushes back in, savouring the way you stretch around his cock. He waited patiently, and now he's going to ruin you, use all your holes until you’re filled full. You moan a jumble of words, tears falling down your face, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Fuck, so wet. Baby, Jin fucked you good, didn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good too.”
You don't worry, you don't think, you just feel. You feel his length slippery and warm and so hard, gliding into your sensitive walls again.
Jungkook rolls his hips, slamming into you with each thrust. He knows what you like, what makes your toes curl, what makes you sob with pleasure. Lifting one leg, spreading you open, rolling his hips into you hard, skin rubbing over your hood, stimulating you from inside and out. “Look at you, you’re going to come again, aren’t you, slut?”
You nod. “My slut.” You nod again. His fingers press into your mouth, wetting his digits in your tongue. “You’re going to let me use your body, right? Because you’re mine. You'll take everything I give you.” You whimper as he swipes a wet finger over your chest, pinches your nipple, picking up his pace, shaking your body with each quick thrust, fingers pulling on your sensitive buds until they throb. You whine and cry out and tighten around his cock.
“Needy little slut, don’t fucking move.” He groans, “Stay. Just. Like. That.” Punctuating each syllable with a bruising thrust, strong hands massaging, tugging, pulling; your body buzzes from his attention. Hips knocking into yours so hard and fast, the intensity winds you up until you feel that familiar snap, eyes shut tight, all senses lost except the visceral touch of his skin caressing your skin, hot and sticky.
“I'm getting hard again.” Jin's words bring you back down to earth.
Jungkook chuckles, not done, pulling out before he comes. Flipping your buzzing body over, lips kissing the heated skin of your back, and down, teeth nipping into your curves, fingers running along your dripping center and around your hole. He presses a finger inside both openings, deep, you feel impossibly full. Your tired body slumps into the covers, moaning for Jungkook as he rocks his hand into you. He pulls away before you lose yourself to the building pleasure again, spanking your ass. “Up, get on Jin's lap.”
“Yeah, sit on Daddy's lap.”
You groan, pulling your wobbly body up. “You're ruining it, Daddy.”
Jin smirks, “Come here, Brat.”
You crawl your aching limbs over to Jin, settling into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to his round lips. “You're so annoying.”
“But you love me.” He looks up at you. Eyes shining, so sweet, eyebrow tilted, tiny smile on his angelic face despite his downright devilish demeanor.
“Do I?” You glance over at the youngest, who runs a hand through his hair. Seokjin nods, blinking, ears tinged red. You kiss him again.
“You're right,” bringing his hand to your lips, using his pointer to shush yourself, nodding to the side, “Don't let him find out,” teasing the youngest.
Jungkook scoffs, “You really like to play, well let's play a new game,” moving behind you, tight grip in your hair, pressing your body down onto Seokjin, your head shoved against his wide chest. “Let's see whose name you moan first?”
“Kookie, that's a great idea,” Jin aligns his cock into your center, bringing you down over his length, you shudder, holding in your moan.
You can feel Jungkook behind you, hard dick pressing against your other hole. “W-Wait.”
Seokjin kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. Holding you down. Keeping you down. Keeping you still. Rolling his hips up to distract you.
Jungkook groans, sinking into you tightness slowly, admiring your body taking him so well as his length disappears inside, “F-Fuck.”
Jin fucks into you steadily, arms snug around your body while you adjust to the new sensation.
You shudder, breathing hard, heartrate escalating as Jungkook pulls his cock away, your hole tight around his length, his next thrust stealing your breath away. “J-” you clamp your mouth shut before you finish.
“She was going to say my name,” Jin grunts, thrusting in faster.
“Who's name starts with a J?” Jungkook argues, moving slowly. The differing speeds makes concentrating on just one sensation impossible, your body throbbing from head to toe.
“She never uses ‘Seokjin’, she was about to say Jin.” You listen silently, stomach tightening at the way they talk like you aren't currently speared on both their dicks.
“Is that true, baby? Were you going to call out for Jin? What about now?” Jungkook slams his hips down, making you cry out, jaw slack, drooling against Jin's chest. “Can't talk now? Is my baby too full of cock to think?”
Jin grunts, gripping onto your hips instead, fingers digging into you sides. You whine and cry and keep your mouth defiantly shut, wanting to see just how competitive Jungkook will get, a new wave of arousal hitting you at how they fight over you.
“Feels s-so good.” You stutter from their stilted paces. Jin's so thick and hard against your sensitive walls, and Jungkook is so brutal, using your body as his, chasing his own pleasure, making you a sloppy mess, core wet and aching, past pleasure and pain.
Jin comes first, moaning your name. Jungkook drags you off his cock, letting you lay on soft sheets while he pounds into you at a brutal pace, his hard body lying over yours, fingers reaching around you to stroke your sensitive walls.
He gathers Jin's cum and uses it to rub over your swollen clit until you're shaking. You pussy pulses around nothing. You've never come like this before, you don't think you can. But Jungkook knows your body even better than you think, thrumming your chords of pleasure until they sing for him, a single weak note, cried out for only him. And then he fills you full.
---
“I won.”
Jin holds you loosely, snoring against your back.
“And what makes you think that?” Jungkook looks into your eyes, cuddled against your front.
“My name was the only one who was called, Jin said it.”
Jungkook laughs, “That wasn't part of the game.”
“Fine, want to play another game?”
“Go to sleep!”
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I wanted to post HOAL this weekend ;__; I guess this is better than nothing. Or maybe I should have posted nothing, you tell me lol. <3
Hideaway (M) | 04: I Will Live in Thy Heart, Die in Thy Lap, and Be Buried in Thine Eyes
Hideaway | Masterpost
Word Count: 14,254 | read on ao3
Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature
Content Warning: Soft and hard smut, cheating, drug use, references to drug use, scary medical situations, lots of arguing, heartachey types of things
Summary
Only the respected patriarch of the Kim dynasty thinks you are worth anything. Despite his vision, the rest of the upper crust sees you as nothing more than your station, a girl borne of a family that only ever existed to serve them. Cruelly, the only thing standing in your way is also the key to your success: having to take care of a smiley, goofy, lanky, drunk manchild in ill-fitting clothes who just happens to be next in line for the throne, and who has just inadvertently kidnapped you. The next three days with Kim Seokjin will make or break you.
Chapter Excerpt
You smile. He draws you into another deep, longing kiss. Images of last night flash through both of your minds. Because he knows you’re still too sensitive, and he’s starting to get heated, he softens the kiss and pulls away. You roll onto your back, running your fingers through your hair, just thinking.
“God, Jin… last night… Why didn’t we do that sooner?”
“You’re telling me!” Jin exclaims, making you laugh.
But then he readjusts his head on his pillow and looks at you meaningfully.
“There was that time that we almost did.”
You nod. “Yeah. I thought about that too.”
“What do you think would’ve happened if we had?” he asks quietly.
You sigh. You know it wouldn’t have worked. And you know it can never work. But with Jin’s eyes peeping up at you from his pillow, his pillowcase grazing his lips, the tiny strands of fabric blowing softly from his whisper of a breath when he asks, you let yourself pretend for a moment that you live in a world where it could.
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