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[kooksie7]

each time he does it gets more addictive

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JUNGKOOK 24.5.2026 in Las Vegas via Instagram

[jjungkkook]

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[doomgurlficss]

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BRIEFLY YOURS (TEASER)

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Synopsis: You’re one of the top attorneys at your firm: sharp, meticulous, and notoriously impossible to please. Paralegals come and go faster than case files—until you wake up in a stranger's bed after a rare one-night stand, only to discover the next morning that he’s your brand new paralegal.

Seokjin is clumsy, corny, and an HR violation waiting to happen. Yet somehow, his infuriating charm keeps winning over clients, coworkers, and unfortunately... you. With every sarcastic remark and lingering glance, the line between professional and personal gets impossible to ignore.

Pairing: (non-idol) Paralegal Seokjin x Attorney Reader

Word Count: TBD (Teaser 2,494)

Content: Boss x Assistant (Reverse), Forced Proximity, Workplace Tension, Accidental One-Night Stand, Slow Burn, Comedy + Slow Loss of Professionalism, POC Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut, coarse language, suggestive content, mild angst, alcohol mention.

A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ sorry I always keep you guys waiting, my motivation to write has been very hit or miss! But I have been writing, slow and steady! So I thought I’d drop this little goodie of to satiate ya in the mean time! Hope you enjoy and always feel free to share your thoughts 🫶🏽🫶🏽💗

TEASER

Your friends often called you a snob for this, but you didn’t care.

You can tell immediately how much someone paid for their bedsheets by how soft they feel. When the thread count is high there is no itchiness. No weird lint balls. No flimsy fabric.

Just smooth, plush cotton that made it nearly impossible to get out of bed.

So when your alarm pulls you out of your slumber, and the sheets beneath you don’t melt around your body the way they usually do, you instantly know something is off.

Blindly, you reach toward your nightstand, head heavy from too many glasses of wine you’d had the night before.

But somehow your hand keeps coming up empty, swatting at nothing but air.

Huh?

Popping one eye open, you suck in a breath as your head spins, the insistent alarm doing absolutely nothing to soothe the headache splitting your skull in two.

“Fuck,” you groan, pressing the heel of your palm into your temple , forcing yourself upright.

That’s when you notice it.

The room.

Minimalist furniture. Dark wood floors. A massive window casting morning light across the bed.

None of it belongs to you.

Great.

Slowly, you lift the blanket, revealing the one thing you hoped not to.

Your nudity.

“Oh, this is not happening right now,” you mutter in disbelief, irritation steadily seeping into your bones.

Never in your life have you slept over at a man’s place. Not once.

You are a grown woman with your own apartment, your own routine, and a firm belief that post-hookup sleepovers were a fast track to unnecessary emotional attachments.

The dick couldn’t have been that good.

A loud snore cuts through your spiraling thoughts.

Slowly, you turn your head towards the other side of the bed, revealing a man beside you. He’s sprawled across the mattress like he owns the place, which, judging by the apartment, he probably does.

His bare, pale chest rises and falls steadily, hands tucked behind his head while dark strands of hair fall messily across his forehead. His lips are parted slightly as he snores, the sound surprisingly loud for someone so… attractive.

Annoyingly so.

Sharp nose. Full lips. Broad shoulders. Long legs disappearing beneath the sheets.

You squint at him for a moment, trying to jog your memory through the hangover-induced fog.

Nothing.

Not the bar. Not his name. Not how you got here.

All you have is the dull ache between your legs and the faint scent of cologne lingering on the sheets.

Well.

That answers one question.

With a quiet sigh, you carefully slide out of bed, wincing when your feet touch the cold floor.

Your dress is crumpled near the foot of the bed. One heel tipped over beside it, the other halfway under the nightstand.

As you bend down to gather everything, something gold catches your eye.

An empty condom wrapper. XL.

You stare at it for a long moment, breathing heavily through your nose.

Quietly, you start getting dressed, glancing over your shoulder every few seconds to make sure the stranger is still asleep.

He hasn’t moved. Still completely unaware that the woman he spent the night with is currently conducting a silent evacuation.

So invested in getting the fuck asap, you don’t watch your step, foot tripping over his belt.

Before you can react, you go flying forward, your ankle rolling beneath you as you hit the floor.

THUNK.

Pain explodes through your foot and you clap a hand over your mouth scrambling backward, clutching your ankle.

“Shit—shit—shit—”

Your eyes dart toward the bed.

The man shifts slightly, letting out a deep snore before rolling onto his side.

This cannot be your life right now.

You glare at his lump of a frame, hobbling up as you flee the scene, successfully this time.

The cool breeze of the morning air blows against your back as you wait for your uber.

If anyone you know sees you right now, you’ll be mortified.

Luckily, your Uber doesn’t keep you waiting long. Minutes later you’re in the back of the Cadillac, resting your forehead against the cool glass and desperately trying to erase this morning from your memory.

—

A few hours later, you step through the firm’s glass doors with oversized sunglasses shielding half your face.

Normally the sharp clack of your heels announces your arrival long before you reach reception.

But because your ankle is still throbbing and most definitely swollen, your entrance is muffled by your Tory Burch Flats.

“Whoa—” the receptionist startles, glancing up. “You scared me.”

You pause at the desk, clocking in.

“I didn’t even hear your heels,” she says, scanning you suspiciously. “You usually sound like a firing squad coming down the hall.”

Lowering your sunglasses just enough, you give her an unamused look.

“Good morning, Claire.”

“Good morning!” she chirps back, completely unaffected by your mood. “The new hires started orientation today. I’m pretty sure your paralegal is in meeting room B right now. He’s pretty handsome.”

“Great,” you deadpan. “Another thing to distract you from your work.”

Claire gasps, and you can’t help the small smirk that blooms across your face as you walk off. Teasing her is always so easy.

Inside your office, you flick on the lights and round the table to your desk, booting up your Mac.

It’s the first day after the weekend, which means you already have a mountain of emails and phone calls waiting for you.

From the window in your office, you can see the small group of new hires gathered in the hallway, their bright, eager faces turned toward Andrew, the head of the firm, as he leads them through their tour.

His eyes find yours through the glass and he waves you over, but you politely decline closing your blinds.

Unless he wants to start the interview process all over again, Andrew knows better than to volunteer you to give the new hires a lay of the land.

Besides, given the morning you just had, you desperately need to regroup.

And rest this ankle.

Propping your foot up beneath the desk, you get to work, checking off tasks from your to-do list as you slowly find your groove.

Work, at least, is something you’re good at.

Painfully good, according to most.

At just twenty-nine, you’ve already built a reputation in the industry as an attorney clients request when they want results instead of excuses. You were meticulous, relentless, and borderline impossible to impress.

Which is exactly why you keep getting assigned new paralegals. And exactly why you keep burning through them.

You’re not trying to be picky, but you have a reputation to uphold. You worked hard to get to where you are at such a young age. Especially as a woman of color in a male dominated field.

Most people saw the title of senior associate attorney as nothing more than a pay raise, a private office, and a pretty nameplate on the door.

But to you, it meant more than that.

It meant long nights. Sacrifices. Proving yourself in rooms where people were already waiting for you to fail.

So yes, your paralegal had to be on point.

Because they were the pipeline between you and your clients.

Two hours pass in uninterrupted productivity, which you’re grateful for.

The most demanding task on your list was talking one of your clients, a high-profile corporate account, off the ledge.

So a good portion of your morning is spent carefully walking their CEO through why breaching a multimillion-dollar contract in retaliation would not only tank the case, but very likely destroy their public standing in the process.

It takes patience. Precision. And repeating yourself more times than you’d like. But it beats having to clean up a catastrophe later down the road.

By the time you finally hang up the phone, stress lines have formed at your temple, and the heartbeat in your ankle is still persistent.

Glancing down, you notice the swelling isn’t getting any better. You definitely need to put some ice on it.

Deciding to put a pin in your work, you limp toward the break room to concoct a makeshift ice pack.

You try to move as quickly, and quietly, as possible, hoping to avoid any questions about how exactly you managed to fuck up your ankle before noon on a Monday.

But unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side. Andrew stops you on your walk back.

“Woah, slow down Speedy Gonzalez, I got someone I want you to meet,” He teases from his office.

You close your eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply before turning toward him with a practiced smile.

“Sure thing.”

Only as you get closer to his office, the person seated across from his desk swivels in their chair.

Everything in the room seems to fall just slightly out of focus.

The murmur of conversation in the hallway fades out. Andrew’s voice dulling into background noise.

Because the face turning toward you is one you recognize instantly.

A face you were never supposed to see again.

Mr. XL.

He rises, smooth and unbothered, all groomed up. It seems impossible to believe he was the man snoring like a chainsaw three hours ago.

Smiling politely, he extends a hand, cufflink catching the light as he moves.

“Hello, Attorney [+],” he says, his voice a rich, professional baritone. “I’m Seokjin.”

A daunting pause.

“Your new paralegal.”

Your eyes nearly bulge out your skull as you choke on your words. “My what?”

“Don’t be like,” Andrew jokes playfully, though you know there’s a warning behind his light tone. “You’re drowning in all that paperwork by yourself [+], you need a paralegal.”

You eye your boss, his ebony skin smooth despite his years of practice, thick brows raised in promise. “Seokjin here was top of his class. I’m sure he’ll be of great service to you.”

“You gave me a new grad?” You ask, voice strained.

“Well, Technically I’m not a new grad,” Seokjin pipes in, extending his hand further as if you don’t already see it. “I graduated three years ago. But the job market, well, we all know how that goes.”

He lets out a squawking laugh that makes your ears ring, migraine tingling from the assault to your ears.

Life cannot be real right now. Is this guy serious.

Seokjin’s staring at you as if he doesn’t have a clue the two of you shared a bed, amongst other things, last night. Is all this kissing up an act?

You plaster on a tight lipped smile, to appease Andrew. Desperately trying to keep your poker face intact as you internally lose your shit.

Reluctantly, you meet Seokjin’s grip, shaking his firm, yet surprisingly soft hand.

“Welcome to the team, Seokjin.” You grit out.

Andrew laughs from behind his desk. “Take that as a warning, Jin. Attorney [+] doesn’t exactly have the best track record with paralegals. Fingers crossed you can break the streak.”

Your back straightens and you pull your hand away as if it has caught on fire.

Seokjin only smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before returning to Andrew.

“Don’t worry, I don’t scare off easily” Seokjin reassures, “I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior.”

If only he’d been on his best behavior eight hours ago, this meeting wouldn’t be such a raging HR violation.

Seokjin couldn’t be your paralegal. You had to get out of this somehow.

“Anyways, I have to jump on a call, so I’ll be pretty busy for the rest of the day,” Andrew says, already dismissing the two of you. “[+], why don’t you show Seokjin to his desk and get him set up with IT?”

“Andrew, I’m pretty busy myself. I’m sure Claire can—”

Andrew waves you off. “Oh, it’ll only take a few minutes. Seokjin’s dying to get to know you. Isn’t that right, Seokjin?”

Like the world’s most eager ass-kisser, Seokjin nods, flashing all thirty-two.

“Absolutely ,” Seokjin says eagerly . “Show me the lay of the land”, he muses.

You watch him pensively as he smoothes a hand down the front of his suit jacket.

This was odd.

Usually your lawyer senses would be spiking in high alert when someone is deceiving you. But instead of indignation, your stomach pools with dread. Which means there’s a growing possibility that Seokjin has no recollection of the last twenty-four hours.

Meaning this happy go lucky personality isn’t just a front to keep up appearances.

Yeah, the two of you were bound to clash.

Without another word, you turn on your heels. Pace brisk enough your throbbing ankle sends sharp stabs of protest up your leg. But you refuse to let your discomfort show.

Seokjin falls into step beside you effortlessly, his long strides matching your hurried ones as you begin to rattle off your expectations. A desperate attempt to establish a clear boundary between you too.

“My schedule is structured,” you begin, staring straight ahead. “I like everything organized at least two weeks in advance whenever possible. If a client calls, you log it immediately, flag anything urgent, and forward it to me before responding.”

Seokjin hums in understanding beside you, so you continue without slowing.

“I don’t tolerate missed deadlines. I don’t tolerate sloppy filings. If you’re unsure about something, you ask before submitting it, not after. I review everything before it goes out to opposing counsel.”

You round the corner toward the cubicles.

“Court filings get priority. Client correspondence comes second. Internal documentation third. I prefer email summaries over verbal updates, and I expect you to keep my calendar airtight.”

Glancing at him, you notice he’s smiling. Not the usual response to your drilling.

“Do you find something amusing, Seokjin?” you snap.

“Nothing at all,” he says lightly. “Just trying to keep up.”

You stop beside an empty cubicle and gesture toward the desk.

“This is yours. I would say decorate it, but I have feeling it’ll all be in vain.”

Seokjin steps inside the cubicle, looking around with interest as he flops down in his chair, testing the wheels.

“It’s cozy. I have a Jade plant at home that would fit perfectly in that nook,” he says, nodding in approval, completely unbothered by your intimidation.

A blurry memory flashes of the row of plants you passed lining his window sill in your haste to flee this morning. You blink it away rapidly.

You needed to get a grip.

Footsteps approach and you straighten immediately, avoiding his gaze completely.

“Hey, Claire,” you call out to the receptionist passing by. “Do you mind helping Seokjin get set up with IT? I need to get back to work.”

Spinning around, you don’t even wait for a reply as you walk off, forcing yourself not to limp as you retreat down the hallway.

A pit of dread is beginning to form in your stomach, the salad you had for lunch suddenly weighing heavy. Which can only mean one thing.

Seokjin is going to be a problem.

—

Taglist: @yoontaethings @strawberrysweetness @japanomaniac

[doomgurlficss]

Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅

With us already almost a month into the new year, I wanted to start bringing some of your requests to life! I figured the easiest way to do that would be through oneshots, so we’re kicking things off with @tranzpurent, who asked for “a fic with Jin”✨

To make things a little more interactive, I thought I’d share the two concepts I came up with, both pretty similar in vibe, and have you guys vote in a pole, which I will keep open all week!!

⚖️ Option One:

You’re a sharp, high-powered attorney who burns through paralegals like printer paper. You don’t do incompetence or excuses, until him. Seokjin is clumsy, corny, a little underqualified… and somehow impossible to fire. His charm keeps slipping past your defenses, your banter is nonstop, and the line between “HR violation” and “undeniable tension” gets thinner by the day.

⚖️ Option Two:

You’re the firm’s newest lawyer, fresh out of grad school and desperate to prove yourself. So when a chaotic, reputation-ruining case gets dumped on your desk, you take it. Not knowing your client is Seokjin, a carefree socialite with zero interest in behaving. He ignores strategy, breaks every rule you set, and turns your perfectly planned case into emotional and legal chaos… along with a whole lot of pent-up tension neither of you know how to handle.

So, what’s your pick?

Option One!

Option Two!

Voting ended onFeb 2

Thank you guys so much for taking the time to vote! 💗 Just to be transparent, I don’t have a set timeline for when this oneshot will be uploaded since I’m a college student and my free time is limited, but I do plan to start working on it once the results are in!

If you want to stay updated on this fic, drop a “⚖️” in the comments and I’ll add you to the taglist!

Thank you guys so much for your continued support, it never goes unnoticed!!💗💗🫶🏽

[doomgurlficss]

Should I post a Teaser🫣

Yes, girl we’ve been waiting foreverrrrrr. Give us something!

Nah, you made us wait this long. Might as well wait for the whole story!

Voting ended onMay 23

[doomgurlficss]

Just an fyi I’m currently going through the process of revising my works, so if you see inconsistency with formatting or Y/N and [+], don’t mind it.

I’ll update you on which fics have been fully revised as I complete them!

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Feeling inspired... Might put off writing and think about it the whole time

[minyoonjin]

mister min.... 😮‍💨

[doomgurlficss]

On A First Name Basis

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Synopsis: The walls in your building are paper thin. You knew this. Jungkook knew this. Yet the detail always seemed to fly out the window when the two of you are beneath the sheets. That is, until a flushed, mid-round encounter with your neighbor, Namjoon, reveals he’s heard much more than a stranger should. And that he’s not too opposed on joining in on the fun.

Pairing: non-idol Jungkook x Reader x non-idol Namjoon

Word Count: 4,440

Content: fwb Jungkook x Reader, lots of smut/minimal plot, Jungkook is needy and a simp, Namjoon is a dork

Warnings: MDNI 18+!! explicit sexual content, course language, alcohol mentioned

A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ I got this idea from a random TikTok lol. It’s pretty freaky and based off the song I linked so be warned!! Happy reading 😼

“F-fuck!”

The two of you had been going at it since the second Jungkook stepped foot in your apartment.

Both a horny mess as you scrambled to rip each other’s clothes off.

You barely made it past the threshold of the entryway before he was thrusting inside you. Insistent and heavy.

You fucked everywhere.

On the sink.

On the couch.

On the bed.

On the floor.

On the stove.

You were on a roll.

No place off limits in your eyes. And you were turning Jungkook every which way but loose.

It explains how you ended up in your current state: Jungkook flat on his back, your meaty thighs locking him in place as you bounce on his thick, veiny dick.

“[+], slow d-down,” he groans, all loud and needy. Desperately fighting off the urge to cum.

You ignore him.

Head thrown back, rightfully taking what’s yours—at least for the moment. Your stamina on ten as if you weren’t already three rounds in.

You planned to milk him like cow.

Smack. Squelch. Smack.

The sticky sounds of your unison, reverberating off the walls. Jungkook’s hips meeting yours mid air. It was almost as if he hated the thought of being out of your wet heat, even an inch.

You were certain the tip of his dick had made an imprint on your cervix at this point.

“Stop whining,” you heave, fingers teasing and twisting your ebony areolas, perky tits just bouncing. “You were begging for more two seconds ago. Now you’re telling me to slow down? Which. One. Is. It?”

Your hips punctuate each word, ass slapping against his muscular thighs. Overjoyed at the way his eyes flutter from pleasure, failing to will off the pressure building in his pelvis.

Your rickety bed rocks against the hardwood, in sync with your hips. The loud furniture dragging against the floor, ramming into the wall repeatedly.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

If your neighbors didn’t hate you already, they certainly would now.

Jungkook had made an “effort” to muffle the ruckus by sticking a pillow behind the headboard.

But that effort had long turned futile. The pillow abandoned on the floor as the two of you damn near drive a hole into your apartment wall.

Yeah, you weren’t getting that deposit back.

“O-Oh my god, [+]! I’m going to cum.” He grits, your pussy tightening instinctively. Jungkook’s cock twitches inside you, pre-cum painting your walls like a leaky faucet. His heels digging into the mattress, body desperate for a release.

“Nuh-uh,” you giggle breathlessly, smacking his chest playfully before hopping off. Much to his annoyance.

Kneeling beside him, you wrap your hand around his slick dick, all coated with your arousal. Squeezing it gently, you press your thumb over his oozing slit.

“I told you, we cum together. You better wait,” you say leaning over him, lips attracting his like a magnet.

You let him lead.

The kiss a messy exchange of tongue and heat, reminding you exactly why you always let him back through your door.

Jungkook’s tongue roams every crevice of your mouth with a familiarity no one else on this planet has. It’s a language only the two of you speak.

Blunt, heavy, and desperate.

Every time his teeth grazes your bottom lip, your breath hitches. Your unoccupied hand tangling into the strands at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and a cherry sucker. His own hands reaching down to return the favor, the pads of his fingers rubbing your swollen clit with practiced ease.

Jungkook truly knows you inside and out.

And you desperately wanted his outside in.

He flips the two of you over and you reach between your heated bodies, stroking Jungkook’s dick firm enough he hisses, sinking his teeth in your bottom lip.

You revel at the taste of iron on your tongue, giggling breathily.

“Don’t forget,” you whisper against his lips, thumb running along a vein. “Who’s in control here.”

Jungkook lets out a growl that’s borderline animalistic, dick jumping in your hand.

He raises up just enough for you to line his length up with your entrance, mouth gasping into yours when his mushroom tip breaches.

“So good,” you mewl, raising your hips, giving Jungkook clear access to sink in to the hilt.

His hands cup your face, big orbs locking with yours, developing a rhythm.

You can’t help but stare back into his starry eyes. All clouded with lust and something far too complicated to dissect while he’s nine inches deep.

“So beautiful,” Jungkook sighs wistfully, voice a low vibration. “You always look so beautiful like this.” He plucks a curl from your face, eyes intense. “Do I make you feel good, [+]?”

Toes curling, you nod, words catching in your throat. “So g-good Kook. Don’t s-stop.”

His smile grows wicked, blooming with a dark, possessive satisfaction at the praise.

Jungkook raises up, looming over you to part your thighs, forcing you into missionary. Increasing his speed, he drives into you like a mad man.

The room grows lively again. The percussion of your bed slamming into the wall, competing with your sultry moans and Jungkook chanting your name.

The two of you so lost in each other that you are oblivious to the pounding coming from the other side of the wall. Followed by a frustrated string of curse words and thunderous footsteps leaving the apartment next door.

“I’m close,” Jungkook breathes out, his voice strained. Hips stuttering off-beat as his composure slips, nearing his climax. “[+], please.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It’s not the wall this time. It’s your front door. Heavy, balled-fist strikes that make the wood groan in its frame.

You remain unfazed, Jungkook follows suit. Fingers digging into your hips, desperately trying to hold onto the ledge he’s about to fall off. Breathing like a marathon runner, jaw clamped shut so tight his muscles cord in his neck.

“Keep going.” You breathe, a command to him and perhaps a prayer to the door. Pushing through it. His pace turns desperate.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“I know you’re in there!” a voice bellows from the hallway. It’s deep, gravelly, and vibrating with an annoyance that could peel paint. “And I know for a fact you’re still awake because I can hear you moaning all the way out here!”

Just as fast as your orgasm starts to approach, you feel it slowly slipping away. Lustful haze clearing enough for you to make out the pounding at your front door.

Irritation prickles your skin.

“Jungkook, baby stop,” you sigh, pushing at his shoulders gently.

As much as you wanted to ignore whoever was at the door and let Jungkook put you through the mattress, you couldn’t afford another noise complaint. It would be the second one this month…

It takes Jungkook a moment to register your words, dick still pumping in you as he searches your eyes. When he detects that you’re serious, he lets out a frustrated groan, pulling out reluctantly. Irritation prickling his face as he flops down on the bed beside you.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Come to the door!”

The voice is louder now, likely shouted right into the wood. It’s a command, not a request, and it carries the weight of a man who has spent the last three hours staring at his ceiling in a silent rage.

“Man fuck off,” Jungkook groans, earning pinch from you as you slip out of bed.

“Don’t make it worse Kook, I got this.” You slip on your silk robe, eyes pinned on his dick which still jumps wantingly. “Keep it hard for me, okay?”

Jungkook looks lethal. Hair a mess, chest flushed, and a scowl that could kill.

He runs a hand down his face, clearly still pissed. But his tatted hand wraps around his length anyway, pumping slowly.

Good boy.

You spin on your heels and head to the door, rolling back your shoulders.

Bang—

You pull the door open before the second strike can land, the wood swinging back with a violent creak. Mentally, you’re preparing for a fight, but the man on the other side looks like he just got hit with a bucket of cold water.

He’s tall, strikingly so, with tan skin and black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt and grey joggers, a pen tucked behind his ear as if he’d been interrupted from a study session.

His fist is still frozen in mid-air, but his aggressive scowl melts into a look of pure, wide-eyed shock as he scans your frame. He actually stumbles back half a step, face turning a shade of pink that rivals your silk robe.

“[+]?” He questions more to himself, voice hesitant as he attempts, and fails, not to ogle your frame.

You arch a perfectly groomed brow, leaning against the doorframe. Unbothered by how the tie around your waist loosens some.

“Have we met?” You question, arms crossing, completely suffocating your breast. “I don’t remember being on a first name basis.”

You already knew the answer to your question: the two of you had never crossed paths.

You would remember a face like that. All handsome, dorky, a little sexy. His short trimmed hair perfectly framing his face.

“N-no, I uh,” He adjusts his glasses with a shaky hand, gaze frantically bouncing from the ceiling to the carpet, doing everything in his power to avoid the view of your chest. Though his peripheral vision is clearly betraying him.

“I just overheard…the walls, they’re…you know.”

He’s struggling, clearly.

“They’re thin. Yeah… sorry about that,” you say, voice softer this time, a hint of sincerity woven in. Your gaze drifts over him, catching the way he shifts on his feet, like he can’t decide whether to stand his ground or bolt. “I didn’t realize it was carrying that much.”

A small, almost sheepish shrug lifts your shoulder before your lips curve again.

“Though… you must’ve been listening for quite a while to learn my name,” you add, tone tipping back toward teasing. “Why didn’t you knock sooner?”

Tilting your head, you enjoy the way his blush creeps from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His mouth parts, caught off guard.

“It wasn’t that I was trying to listen,” he rushes out, voice pitching higher, a dead giveaway. “It’s just, you guys were so loud, and every time I thought it was over…it wasn’t. I finally had enough.”

Now he’s looking at you properly, brows drawn together, like he’s trying to gather whatever dignity he has left.

The courteous person in you wants to promise to keep the noise down and wish your neighbor a good night studying. But your eyes wander down, down to the very prominent print showing beneath his joggers. And all politeness goes out the window.

“Had enough, hm?” You murmur, pushing off the doorframe to step a little closer. You make a show of trailing your eyes from his pants to his face. “You sure about that?”

His breath hitches

The faint creak of the floorboard sounds behind you, his eyes snapping up, signaling you’re no longer alone.

Glancing over your shoulder, you catch Jungkook slipping into a pair of shorts. His brows raised in silent confusion on what’s taking so long.

“Jungkook,” you say smoothly, turning back toward the door, “it seems our… activities have attracted my neighbor’s attention.”

You gesture lightly between them.

“I don’t think I caught your name.”

His eyes widen just a fraction. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, clearing his throat. “And, uh…” Namjoon’s hands come up in a quick, flustered motion, glancing toward Jungkook. “It’s not like that, I can assure you.”

You pout.

“Oh? And just when a girl starts to feel special. Here I thought your hard-on was because of me?” Faking disappointment, Jungkook comes up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist lazily as he rest his chin atop your curly fro.

He knows how this goes.

Namjoon splutters, hand quickly covering himself. “I’m not—” he breaks off, composure slipping.

You don’t help him.

In fact, you lean back into Jungkook’s hold, perfectly at ease as his arms settles. His grip loose, casual. Like he’s done this a before.

You both have.

A quiet chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Baby,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low, amused rather than annoyed, “you’re gonna scare him off.”

But there’s no real warning in it.

Only curiosity.

You smile.

“If he scares that easily,” you reply, eyes still locked on Namjoon, “why’d he come knocking?”

That seems to hit a nerve.

Namjoon straightens a little, like he’s trying to recover his dignity.

“I told you,” he says, squaring his shoulders, “it was the noise.”

“Mhm.”

You don’t sound convinced.

Jungkook hums softly behind you. “Damn, [+] we must’ve been pretty loud then,” he adds, tone teasing now, playing along as a hand travels up your abdomen to thumb absentminded patterns around your perky, clothed nipples.

Namjoon’s eyes flick to the movement, gaze hooded.

His resolve is breaking. The polite, boy next door facade slipping.

“I-I should go.” Namjoon says, voice uncertain and contradicting his stance which remains rooted in place.

“Or,” you say, stepping closer, rising onto your tiptoes to pluck the pen from behind his ear, “you could stay.”

Namjoon’s breath catches as your fingers brush the shell of his ear, the tiny point of contact enough to short-circuit whatever coherent thought he had left. You twirl the pen between your fingers absentmindedly before sliding it into the pocket of your robe.

“A thief too?” Jungkook muses from behind you.

“Borrowing,” you reply, gaze seductive as they challenge Namjoon’s. “Just for the night.”

Namjoon’s eyes are fixed on you with a focus that’s lost all traces of polite neighborly restraint. Like he’s finally letting himself acknowledge the situation for what it is.

Dangerous. Tempting. Fun.

“You flirt with all your neighbors like this?” Namjoon asks, voice dropping an octave.

You smile sweetly, knowing you’ve got him.

“Of course not, silly,” you sing-song, spinning on your heels and lacing Jungkook’s hand in yours. “But for you, I’m making an exception.”

Leading Jungkook back down the hall to your room, you leave Namjoon at your door.

You were giving him an out.

Or an in.

The decision ultimately up to him.

And it seems he chooses in judging by how the floorboards creak under the weight of his slippered feet. Followed by the thud of the door as it shuts.

A slow smile curves your lips.

Jungkook catches it immediately, squeezing your ass before flopping down onto the edge of your bed without a care in the world.

Meanwhile Namjoon lingers near the doorway. Not awkward, but not exactly confident either.

Just… taking it in.

The discarded clothes on the floor.

The tangled sheets.

The sexual tension hanging in the air.

You watch as he scans the space.

“Nice room…,” Namjoon says lamely, adjusting his glasses.

“You were yelling at us five minutes ago,” you tease, sitting down beside Jungkook, resting your hand on his thigh. “Now it’s nice room.”

Namjoon’s mouth twitches, Jungkook emitting a quiet laugh beside you, lounging back on his elbows. Completely at ease.

“Does this usually work on people?” Namjoon asks.

You tilt your head innocently. “What?”

“This…” His eyes drift between you and Jungkook vaguely. “Whatever this is.”

Jungkook pipes up before you can answer. “She does this thing where she acts sweet enough that you forget she’s manipulating you.”

Your jaw drops in fake offense. “Manipulating is such an ugly word.”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh despite himself. “And what word would you use?”

You hum thoughtfully, “Seducing.”

The air thickens with lust.

Namjoon’s gaze dropping to where your hand pats the empty space beside you.

He walks over slowly, settling cautiously, like he’s trying not to disturb the balance that’s formed between the three of you.

But if anything, he equals the scale.

You turn toward Jungkook first, a flicker of amusement in his expression. But beneath it sits something warmer; trust, familiarity, anticipation.

Your fingers curl around his bicep, tugging him toward you.

Jungkook comes easily.

He always does.

The kiss heated. Picking right up where you left off as he cups your neck, to deepen it. Both of your tongues fighting against each other like a fencing match.

And of course, you’re winning.

You run your hand over his clothed dick, Jungkook’s shaft jumping at the attention. He groans in your mouth as you squeeze him, teeth nicking your lips.

Slipping your hand under his waistband, you give him a tug, more like a silent thank you for waiting so patiently. The veins along his dick so pronounced, you’re sure it won’t be long before he loses his composure completely.

With one final squeeze, you pull away, turning to your guest.

Namjoon’s expression is completely captivated. Eye wide, pupils blown like he forgot how to blink.

The second your hand settles against his stubbled jaw, his lips part, eager for you to close the gap.

So you do.

Namjoon’s lips plush and unfamiliar against yours. Careful, as if he’s scared one wrong move will end it all.

His fists ball into your sheets, afraid to touch you without your permission.

That won’t do.

Grabbing his shirt, you pull him closer, forcing him to grab your waist for balance. He squeezes your hips, tongue dipping into yours as he grows more bold.

His breath hot and minty against yours, tongue moving languidly as if he wants to savor the taste of you.

When you pull back, Namjoon follows a fraction too far, earning a chuckle from Jungkook as he palms himself.

“Gone already huh?” Jungkook teases.

Namjoon shoots him a look, but it lacks any real bite.

Because Jungkook’s right.

Namjoon was a goner.

Smiling widely, you reach back toward Jungkook, fingers catching his chin, guiding him closer.

The space between all three of you disappears slowly, breaths blending together as the tension finally gives way to curiosity.

Jungkook tilts in first.

Namjoon tentatively follows right after him.

You wait patiently, welcoming their lips as they fit against yours.

Like three pieces to a puzzle.

It’s all over the place at first, messy as the three of you find your rhythm.

Jungkook kisses you like he already knows every sound you’ll make before it leaves your mouth, while Namjoon kisses you like he’s still discovering them in real time. The contrast sends warmth curling through your stomach.

Somewhere in between soft breaths and shifting mouths, the three of you finally find a rhythm. Slower than expected. Closer. Jungkook’s hands traveling to unclasp your robe while Namjoon’s fingers massage circles into your hips, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you at all.

And when their mouths brush briefly against each other, neither of them pulls away.

The silk robe pools around your waist as you shrug out of the material, revealing yourself completely.

Without hesitation Jungkook’s hands slip between your legs, mouth now trailing down your neck as he caresses your wet folds, sinking two fingers inside.

“Yes,” you breathe against Namjoon’s lips, peeking his curiosity as he leans back to take in the sight.

“Damn,” he croaks, eyes glued to Jungkook’s tatted fingers thrusting in and out of you. He palms his clothed dick openly now, desperate to ease the tension a little.

“Help him, Joonie,” you tease, testing out the nickname. Gracefully, you lie back on the bed. “Don’t just stare.”

Namjoon lets out a groan that sounds borderline painful, snatching off his glasses which earns a giggle from you.

Though that giggle dies in your throat the moment Namjoon slides a long digit inside you alongside Jungkook’s two.

The both of them move in tandem, Namjoon curling deeper as Jungkook pulls out and vice versa. The stretch so good, you can’t hold in your sounds.

“Just like that,” you coach, walls fluttering and squeezing around them both as they stretch you open. “You boys are making me feel so good, fuck.”

Your ruined orgasm from before has resurrected, approaching fast and intense. The wet squelch of their fingers fucking into you pushing you closer to the edge.

Mesmerized, Namjoon’s thumb flicks against your clit, making you yelp from the friction. He’s pulled his dick out now, the hard rod curved toward his chest as it throbs, achingly.

It’s even bigger than Jungkook’s.

“Stop.” You command, startling the two men as they blink at you, eyes clouded with lust. “Join me on the bed. No clothes.”

You scoot further up to watch as Jungkook practically jumps out of his shorts, joining you on your right.

Namjoon moves slower, dropping his joggers carefully and folding them neatly, followed by his shirt. He crawls up the bed, lying on his back as he stares at you.

“You okay?” You ask, loving the way his dick reacts to your voice alone.

He smiles, dimples showing. “Never better.”

Satisfied by his response you peck his lips, before turning back to Jungkook, saddling his thighs.

You don’t waste anymore time, sinking down to the hilt. Jungkook gritting his teeth as he grips your ass.

“Fu-uck, [+]. I’m not gonna to l-last much longer,” Jungkook whines. Sweat beading along his hairline. He’s bucking into you involuntarily, beyond ready for a release.

Leaning forward, you brace yourself against his shoulder, pecking his nose “You’re doing so good baby. Feel so good inside me, just hold on a little longer.

Turning to Namjoon, you smile. “Come join us. There’s room for you too.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen the size of a quarter. “Really?!”

Enamored by his dorky charm, you giggle. “Really. Though you may want to move fast, because someone’s getting a little antsy.”

Jungkook huffs beneath you, slapping your ass, which only makes you laugh harder.

Without further hesitation, Namjoon joins you from behind, pushing you gently against Jungkook’s chest to give himself better access.

You wait with excited anticipation, breath hitching the moment Namjoon’s dick prods at your slick entrance.

Namjoon starts pushing in slowly alongside Jungkook, his dick breaching your entrance. It completely knocks the wind out of your chest, Jungkook’s vibrates beneath you.

“Ah shit— this is tight as fuck.” Jungkook wheezes, fingers tightening on the globes of your ass, spreading them apart further.

Namjoon continues to inch in slowly, breath heavy against your back. “You feel so good, [+]. So goddamn wet.”

As his tip fully submerges inside, your mouth forms an “o,” entrance burning slightly from the stretch.

You try not to tense up as he slides in further, body trembling from the intensity. Dropping your head against Jungkook’s chest you release another broken moan. Completely in bliss.

“Fuck—I need to move. I can’t hold it,” Jungkook moans, bucking his hips. The filthy slide of his dick along Namjoon’s making his eyes roll.

“Hold up,” Namjoon groans, dragging his dick out of your wet cunt just to push in further. The pressure emitting a wet cry from you.

In your normal state, you’d be coaching them through it, telling them how fuck you.

But this was your first time taking two dicks at once, and you definitely overestimated how intense it would be.

Feeling bold, Namjoon pulls you further down on his cock, emitting a squeal from you and an embarrassingly loud whine from Jungkook, his dick perfectly snug against your cervix.

“You guys really don’t know—hngh—how to shut up huh?” Namjoon teases. The pressure of being squeezed so tight inside you seemingly getting to him too, judging by the way his voice pitches higher.

The two of them thrust inside you, slow and steady, dicks coated a creamy ring of your arousal, sliding against each other. All sensitive and throbbing inside your sodden pussy.

“I can’t hold it! I’m cuming—fuck!” Jungkook shouts, heels planted into the mattress as he thrust widely, cock spurting heavy strings of cum inside you, pulling you over the edge as well.

Biting into his shoulder, your eyes well with tears as your pussy clamps down, hard. A vice grip that paralyzes Namjoon. Hips stuttering to a stop as he reaches his own climax.

He burries himself to the hilt, groaning deeply, chest coated with a dewy sheen of sweat from the exertion.

You barely register Jungkook scooping you into his arms.

“C’mon,” he laughs softly when you groan into his shoulder. “Can’t let you pass out sticky.”

The bathroom light burns behind your eyelids as he cleans you up.

There’s nothing rushed about it.

Jungkook washes your skin carefully, thumbs smoothing along sore muscles while warm water cascades down your body. By the time he’s rubbing shea butter lotion into your thighs and slipping one of your nightgown over your head, your eyes can barely stay open.

“You alive?” he asks, amused.

You respond with something that sounds vaguely like a yes.

His laugh rumbles against your temple.

Familiar.

Easy.

That’s always been the thing with Jungkook.

No awkwardness. No pretending this is more than it is. Just comfort carved out between late nights, tangled sheets, and him knowing exactly how to take care of you afterward.

He lays you back against the mattress, pulling the blankets over your body before leaning down to press a lazy kiss against your forehead.

“Text me me in the morning,” he murmurs.

You smile sleepily, “No promises.”

“I’m not playing, [+]. Or I’ll spam you.”

Jungkook snatches his discarded shirt from the floor, tugging it over his head before glancing back at you one last time.

And true to his word, your phone is glowing against the nightstand by the time you finally wake the next afternoon.

Twenty missed texts from Gremlin🐰

Your entire body aches as you sit up.

Thighs sore.

Lips swollen.

Neck tender.

Worth it.

With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed in search of water, shuffling down the hallway half-awake before noticing something tucked beneath your front door.

A note.

Your brows knit as you bend down carefully, very carefully, to pick it up.

The handwriting is neat. Slightly rushed.

Turns out the noise wasn’t actually the problem.

Feel free to be as loud as you want next time.

Maybe over coffee you can explain how exactly I got manipulated into all of that.

— Namjoon

At the bottom, he’s scribbled his number beside a tiny smiley face.

You stare at it for a moment before laughing softly to yourself.

Cute.

——-

A/N: Sooooo I’m going to go touch some grass, lol. Maybe roll in it. Thank you guys for reading🫶🏽🫶🏽

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On A First Name Basis

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Synopsis: The walls in your building are paper thin. You knew this. Jungkook knew this. Yet the detail always seemed to fly out the window when the two of you are beneath the sheets. That is, until a flushed, mid-round encounter with your neighbor, Namjoon, reveals he’s heard much more than a stranger should. And that he’s not too opposed on joining in on the fun.

Pairing: non-idol Jungkook x Reader x non-idol Namjoon

Word Count: 4,440

Content: fwb Jungkook x Reader, lots of smut/minimal plot, Jungkook is needy and a simp, Namjoon is a dork

Warnings: MDNI 18+!! explicit sexual content, course language, alcohol mentioned

A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ I got this idea from a random TikTok lol. It’s pretty freaky and based off the song I linked so be warned!! Happy reading 😼

“F-fuck!”

The two of you had been going at it since the second Jungkook stepped foot in your apartment.

Both a horny mess as you scrambled to rip each other’s clothes off.

You barely made it past the threshold of the entryway before he was thrusting inside you. Insistent and heavy.

You fucked everywhere.

On the sink.

On the couch.

On the bed.

On the floor.

On the stove.

You were on a roll.

No place off limits in your eyes. And you were turning Jungkook every which way but loose.

It explains how you ended up in your current state: Jungkook flat on his back, your meaty thighs locking him in place as you bounce on his thick, veiny dick.

“[+], slow d-down,” he groans, all loud and needy. Desperately fighting off the urge to cum.

You ignore him.

Head thrown back, rightfully taking what’s yours—at least for the moment. Your stamina on ten as if you weren’t already three rounds in.

You planned to milk him like cow.

Smack. Squelch. Smack.

The sticky sounds of your unison, reverberating off the walls. Jungkook’s hips meeting yours mid air. It was almost as if he hated the thought of being out of your wet heat, even an inch.

You were certain the tip of his dick had made an imprint on your cervix at this point.

“Stop whining,” you heave, fingers teasing and twisting your ebony areolas, perky tits just bouncing. “You were begging for more two seconds ago. Now you’re telling me to slow down? Which. One. Is. It?”

Your hips punctuate each word, ass slapping against his muscular thighs. Overjoyed at the way his eyes flutter from pleasure, failing to will off the pressure building in his pelvis.

Your rickety bed rocks against the hardwood, in sync with your hips. The loud furniture dragging against the floor, ramming into the wall repeatedly.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

If your neighbors didn’t hate you already, they certainly would now.

Jungkook had made an “effort” to muffle the ruckus by sticking a pillow behind the headboard.

But that effort had long turned futile. The pillow abandoned on the floor as the two of you damn near drive a hole into your apartment wall.

Yeah, you weren’t getting that deposit back.

“O-Oh my god, [+]! I’m going to cum.” He grits, your pussy tightening instinctively. Jungkook’s cock twitches inside you, pre-cum painting your walls like a leaky faucet. His heels digging into the mattress, body desperate for a release.

“Nuh-uh,” you giggle breathlessly, smacking his chest playfully before hopping off. Much to his annoyance.

Kneeling beside him, you wrap your hand around his slick dick, all coated with your arousal. Squeezing it gently, you press your thumb over his oozing slit.

“I told you, we cum together. You better wait,” you say leaning over him, lips attracting his like a magnet.

You let him lead.

The kiss a messy exchange of tongue and heat, reminding you exactly why you always let him back through your door.

Jungkook’s tongue roams every crevice of your mouth with a familiarity no one else on this planet has. It’s a language only the two of you speak.

Blunt, heavy, and desperate.

Every time his teeth grazes your bottom lip, your breath hitches. Your unoccupied hand tangling into the strands at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and a cherry sucker. His own hands reaching down to return the favor, the pads of his fingers rubbing your swollen clit with practiced ease.

Jungkook truly knows you inside and out.

And you desperately wanted his outside in.

He flips the two of you over and you reach between your heated bodies, stroking Jungkook’s dick firm enough he hisses, sinking his teeth in your bottom lip.

You revel at the taste of iron on your tongue, giggling breathily.

“Don’t forget,” you whisper against his lips, thumb running along a vein. “Who’s in control here.”

Jungkook lets out a growl that’s borderline animalistic, dick jumping in your hand.

He raises up just enough for you to line his length up with your entrance, mouth gasping into yours when his mushroom tip breaches.

“So good,” you mewl, raising your hips, giving Jungkook clear access to sink in to the hilt.

His hands cup your face, big orbs locking with yours, developing a rhythm.

You can’t help but stare back into his starry eyes. All clouded with lust and something far too complicated to dissect while he’s nine inches deep.

“So beautiful,” Jungkook sighs wistfully, voice a low vibration. “You always look so beautiful like this.” He plucks a curl from your face, eyes intense. “Do I make you feel good, [+]?”

Toes curling, you nod, words catching in your throat. “So g-good Kook. Don’t s-stop.”

His smile grows wicked, blooming with a dark, possessive satisfaction at the praise.

Jungkook raises up, looming over you to part your thighs, forcing you into missionary. Increasing his speed, he drives into you like a mad man.

The room grows lively again. The percussion of your bed slamming into the wall, competing with your sultry moans and Jungkook chanting your name.

The two of you so lost in each other that you are oblivious to the pounding coming from the other side of the wall. Followed by a frustrated string of curse words and thunderous footsteps leaving the apartment next door.

“I’m close,” Jungkook breathes out, his voice strained. Hips stuttering off-beat as his composure slips, nearing his climax. “[+], please.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It’s not the wall this time. It’s your front door. Heavy, balled-fist strikes that make the wood groan in its frame.

You remain unfazed, Jungkook follows suit. Fingers digging into your hips, desperately trying to hold onto the ledge he’s about to fall off. Breathing like a marathon runner, jaw clamped shut so tight his muscles cord in his neck.

“Keep going.” You breathe, a command to him and perhaps a prayer to the door. Pushing through it. His pace turns desperate.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“I know you’re in there!” a voice bellows from the hallway. It’s deep, gravelly, and vibrating with an annoyance that could peel paint. “And I know for a fact you’re still awake because I can hear you moaning all the way out here!”

Just as fast as your orgasm starts to approach, you feel it slowly slipping away. Lustful haze clearing enough for you to make out the pounding at your front door.

Irritation prickles your skin.

“Jungkook, baby stop,” you sigh, pushing at his shoulders gently.

As much as you wanted to ignore whoever was at the door and let Jungkook put you through the mattress, you couldn’t afford another noise complaint. It would be the second one this month…

It takes Jungkook a moment to register your words, dick still pumping in you as he searches your eyes. When he detects that you’re serious, he lets out a frustrated groan, pulling out reluctantly. Irritation prickling his face as he flops down on the bed beside you.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Come to the door!”

The voice is louder now, likely shouted right into the wood. It’s a command, not a request, and it carries the weight of a man who has spent the last three hours staring at his ceiling in a silent rage.

“Man fuck off,” Jungkook groans, earning pinch from you as you slip out of bed.

“Don’t make it worse Kook, I got this.” You slip on your silk robe, eyes pinned on his dick which still jumps wantingly. “Keep it hard for me, okay?”

Jungkook looks lethal. Hair a mess, chest flushed, and a scowl that could kill.

He runs a hand down his face, clearly still pissed. But his tatted hand wraps around his length anyway, pumping slowly.

Good boy.

You spin on your heels and head to the door, rolling back your shoulders.

Bang—

You pull the door open before the second strike can land, the wood swinging back with a violent creak. Mentally, you’re preparing for a fight, but the man on the other side looks like he just got hit with a bucket of cold water.

He’s tall, strikingly so, with tan skin and black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt and grey joggers, a pen tucked behind his ear as if he’d been interrupted from a study session.

His fist is still frozen in mid-air, but his aggressive scowl melts into a look of pure, wide-eyed shock as he scans your frame. He actually stumbles back half a step, face turning a shade of pink that rivals your silk robe.

“[+]?” He questions more to himself, voice hesitant as he attempts, and fails, not to ogle your frame.

You arch a perfectly groomed brow, leaning against the doorframe. Unbothered by how the tie around your waist loosens some.

“Have we met?” You question, arms crossing, completely suffocating your breast. “I don’t remember being on a first name basis.”

You already knew the answer to your question: the two of you had never crossed paths.

You would remember a face like that. All handsome, dorky, a little sexy. His short trimmed hair perfectly framing his face.

“N-no, I uh,” He adjusts his glasses with a shaky hand, gaze frantically bouncing from the ceiling to the carpet, doing everything in his power to avoid the view of your chest. Though his peripheral vision is clearly betraying him.

“I just overheard…the walls, they’re…you know.”

He’s struggling, clearly.

“They’re thin. Yeah… sorry about that,” you say, voice softer this time, a hint of sincerity woven in. Your gaze drifts over him, catching the way he shifts on his feet, like he can’t decide whether to stand his ground or bolt. “I didn’t realize it was carrying that much.”

A small, almost sheepish shrug lifts your shoulder before your lips curve again.

“Though… you must’ve been listening for quite a while to learn my name,” you add, tone tipping back toward teasing. “Why didn’t you knock sooner?”

Tilting your head, you enjoy the way his blush creeps from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His mouth parts, caught off guard.

“It wasn’t that I was trying to listen,” he rushes out, voice pitching higher, a dead giveaway. “It’s just, you guys were so loud, and every time I thought it was over…it wasn’t. I finally had enough.”

Now he’s looking at you properly, brows drawn together, like he’s trying to gather whatever dignity he has left.

The courteous person in you wants to promise to keep the noise down and wish your neighbor a good night studying. But your eyes wander down, down to the very prominent print showing beneath his joggers. And all politeness goes out the window.

“Had enough, hm?” You murmur, pushing off the doorframe to step a little closer. You make a show of trailing your eyes from his pants to his face. “You sure about that?”

His breath hitches

The faint creak of the floorboard sounds behind you, his eyes snapping up, signaling you’re no longer alone.

Glancing over your shoulder, you catch Jungkook slipping into a pair of shorts. His brows raised in silent confusion on what’s taking so long.

“Jungkook,” you say smoothly, turning back toward the door, “it seems our… activities have attracted my neighbor’s attention.”

You gesture lightly between them.

“I don’t think I caught your name.”

His eyes widen just a fraction. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, clearing his throat. “And, uh…” Namjoon’s hands come up in a quick, flustered motion, glancing toward Jungkook. “It’s not like that, I can assure you.”

You pout.

“Oh? And just when a girl starts to feel special. Here I thought your hard-on was because of me?” Faking disappointment, Jungkook comes up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist lazily as he rest his chin atop your curly fro.

He knows how this goes.

Namjoon splutters, hand quickly covering himself. “I’m not—” he breaks off, composure slipping.

You don’t help him.

In fact, you lean back into Jungkook’s hold, perfectly at ease as his arms settles. His grip loose, casual. Like he’s done this a before.

You both have.

A quiet chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Baby,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low, amused rather than annoyed, “you’re gonna scare him off.”

But there’s no real warning in it.

Only curiosity.

You smile.

“If he scares that easily,” you reply, eyes still locked on Namjoon, “why’d he come knocking?”

That seems to hit a nerve.

Namjoon straightens a little, like he’s trying to recover his dignity.

“I told you,” he says, squaring his shoulders, “it was the noise.”

“Mhm.”

You don’t sound convinced.

Jungkook hums softly behind you. “Damn, [+] we must’ve been pretty loud then,” he adds, tone teasing now, playing along as a hand travels up your abdomen to thumb absentminded patterns around your perky, clothed nipples.

Namjoon’s eyes flick to the movement, gaze hooded.

His resolve is breaking. The polite, boy next door facade slipping.

“I-I should go.” Namjoon says, voice uncertain and contradicting his stance which remains rooted in place.

“Or,” you say, stepping closer, rising onto your tiptoes to pluck the pen from behind his ear, “you could stay.”

Namjoon’s breath catches as your fingers brush the shell of his ear, the tiny point of contact enough to short-circuit whatever coherent thought he had left. You twirl the pen between your fingers absentmindedly before sliding it into the pocket of your robe.

“A thief too?” Jungkook muses from behind you.

“Borrowing,” you reply, gaze seductive as they challenge Namjoon’s. “Just for the night.”

Namjoon’s eyes are fixed on you with a focus that’s lost all traces of polite neighborly restraint. Like he’s finally letting himself acknowledge the situation for what it is.

Dangerous. Tempting. Fun.

“You flirt with all your neighbors like this?” Namjoon asks, voice dropping an octave.

You smile sweetly, knowing you’ve got him.

“Of course not, silly,” you sing-song, spinning on your heels and lacing Jungkook’s hand in yours. “But for you, I’m making an exception.”

Leading Jungkook back down the hall to your room, you leave Namjoon at your door.

You were giving him an out.

Or an in.

The decision ultimately up to him.

And it seems he chooses in judging by how the floorboards creak under the weight of his slippered feet. Followed by the thud of the door as it shuts.

A slow smile curves your lips.

Jungkook catches it immediately, squeezing your ass before flopping down onto the edge of your bed without a care in the world.

Meanwhile Namjoon lingers near the doorway. Not awkward, but not exactly confident either.

Just… taking it in.

The discarded clothes on the floor.

The tangled sheets.

The sexual tension hanging in the air.

You watch as he scans the space.

“Nice room…,” Namjoon says lamely, adjusting his glasses.

“You were yelling at us five minutes ago,” you tease, sitting down beside Jungkook, resting your hand on his thigh. “Now it’s nice room.”

Namjoon’s mouth twitches, Jungkook emitting a quiet laugh beside you, lounging back on his elbows. Completely at ease.

“Does this usually work on people?” Namjoon asks.

You tilt your head innocently. “What?”

“This…” His eyes drift between you and Jungkook vaguely. “Whatever this is.”

Jungkook pipes up before you can answer. “She does this thing where she acts sweet enough that you forget she’s manipulating you.”

Your jaw drops in fake offense. “Manipulating is such an ugly word.”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh despite himself. “And what word would you use?”

You hum thoughtfully, “Seducing.”

The air thickens with lust.

Namjoon’s gaze dropping to where your hand pats the empty space beside you.

He walks over slowly, settling cautiously, like he’s trying not to disturb the balance that’s formed between the three of you.

But if anything, he equals the scale.

You turn toward Jungkook first, a flicker of amusement in his expression. But beneath it sits something warmer; trust, familiarity, anticipation.

Your fingers curl around his bicep, tugging him toward you.

Jungkook comes easily.

He always does.

The kiss heated. Picking right up where you left off as he cups your neck, to deepen it. Both of your tongues fighting against each other like a fencing match.

And of course, you’re winning.

You run your hand over his clothed dick, Jungkook’s shaft jumping at the attention. He groans in your mouth as you squeeze him, teeth nicking your lips.

Slipping your hand under his waistband, you give him a tug, more like a silent thank you for waiting so patiently. The veins along his dick so pronounced, you’re sure it won’t be long before he loses his composure completely.

With one final squeeze, you pull away, turning to your guest.

Namjoon’s expression is completely captivated. Eye wide, pupils blown like he forgot how to blink.

The second your hand settles against his stubbled jaw, his lips part, eager for you to close the gap.

So you do.

Namjoon’s lips plush and unfamiliar against yours. Careful, as if he’s scared one wrong move will end it all.

His fists ball into your sheets, afraid to touch you without your permission.

That won’t do.

Grabbing his shirt, you pull him closer, forcing him to grab your waist for balance. He squeezes your hips, tongue dipping into yours as he grows more bold.

His breath hot and minty against yours, tongue moving languidly as if he wants to savor the taste of you.

When you pull back, Namjoon follows a fraction too far, earning a chuckle from Jungkook as he palms himself.

“Gone already huh?” Jungkook teases.

Namjoon shoots him a look, but it lacks any real bite.

Because Jungkook’s right.

Namjoon was a goner.

Smiling widely, you reach back toward Jungkook, fingers catching his chin, guiding him closer.

The space between all three of you disappears slowly, breaths blending together as the tension finally gives way to curiosity.

Jungkook tilts in first.

Namjoon tentatively follows right after him.

You wait patiently, welcoming their lips as they fit against yours.

Like three pieces to a puzzle.

It’s all over the place at first, messy as the three of you find your rhythm.

Jungkook kisses you like he already knows every sound you’ll make before it leaves your mouth, while Namjoon kisses you like he’s still discovering them in real time. The contrast sends warmth curling through your stomach.

Somewhere in between soft breaths and shifting mouths, the three of you finally find a rhythm. Slower than expected. Closer. Jungkook’s hands traveling to unclasp your robe while Namjoon’s fingers massage circles into your hips, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you at all.

And when their mouths brush briefly against each other, neither of them pulls away.

The silk robe pools around your waist as you shrug out of the material, revealing yourself completely.

Without hesitation Jungkook’s hands slip between your legs, mouth now trailing down your neck as he caresses your wet folds, sinking two fingers inside.

“Yes,” you breathe against Namjoon’s lips, peeking his curiosity as he leans back to take in the sight.

“Damn,” he croaks, eyes glued to Jungkook’s tatted fingers thrusting in and out of you. He palms his clothed dick openly now, desperate to ease the tension a little.

“Help him, Joonie,” you tease, testing out the nickname. Gracefully, you lie back on the bed. “Don’t just stare.”

Namjoon lets out a groan that sounds borderline painful, snatching off his glasses which earns a giggle from you.

Though that giggle dies in your throat the moment Namjoon slides a long digit inside you alongside Jungkook’s two.

The both of them move in tandem, Namjoon curling deeper as Jungkook pulls out and vice versa. The stretch so good, you can’t hold in your sounds.

“Just like that,” you coach, walls fluttering and squeezing around them both as they stretch you open. “You boys are making me feel so good, fuck.”

Your ruined orgasm from before has resurrected, approaching fast and intense. The wet squelch of their fingers fucking into you pushing you closer to the edge.

Mesmerized, Namjoon’s thumb flicks against your clit, making you yelp from the friction. He’s pulled his dick out now, the hard rod curved toward his chest as it throbs, achingly.

It’s even bigger than Jungkook’s.

“Stop.” You command, startling the two men as they blink at you, eyes clouded with lust. “Join me on the bed. No clothes.”

You scoot further up to watch as Jungkook practically jumps out of his shorts, joining you on your right.

Namjoon moves slower, dropping his joggers carefully and folding them neatly, followed by his shirt. He crawls up the bed, lying on his back as he stares at you.

“You okay?” You ask, loving the way his dick reacts to your voice alone.

He smiles, dimples showing. “Never better.”

Satisfied by his response you peck his lips, before turning back to Jungkook, saddling his thighs.

You don’t waste anymore time, sinking down to the hilt. Jungkook gritting his teeth as he grips your ass.

“Fu-uck, [+]. I’m not gonna to l-last much longer,” Jungkook whines. Sweat beading along his hairline. He’s bucking into you involuntarily, beyond ready for a release.

Leaning forward, you brace yourself against his shoulder, pecking his nose “You’re doing so good baby. Feel so good inside me, just hold on a little longer.

Turning to Namjoon, you smile. “Come join us. There’s room for you too.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen the size of a quarter. “Really?!”

Enamored by his dorky charm, you giggle. “Really. Though you may want to move fast, because someone’s getting a little antsy.”

Jungkook huffs beneath you, slapping your ass, which only makes you laugh harder.

Without further hesitation, Namjoon joins you from behind, pushing you gently against Jungkook’s chest to give himself better access.

You wait with excited anticipation, breath hitching the moment Namjoon’s dick prods at your slick entrance.

Namjoon starts pushing in slowly alongside Jungkook, his dick breaching your entrance. It completely knocks the wind out of your chest, Jungkook’s vibrates beneath you.

“Ah shit— this is tight as fuck.” Jungkook wheezes, fingers tightening on the globes of your ass, spreading them apart further.

Namjoon continues to inch in slowly, breath heavy against your back. “You feel so good, [+]. So goddamn wet.”

As his tip fully submerges inside, your mouth forms an “o,” entrance burning slightly from the stretch.

You try not to tense up as he slides in further, body trembling from the intensity. Dropping your head against Jungkook’s chest you release another broken moan. Completely in bliss.

“Fuck—I need to move. I can’t hold it,” Jungkook moans, bucking his hips. The filthy slide of his dick along Namjoon’s making his eyes roll.

“Hold up,” Namjoon groans, dragging his dick out of your wet cunt just to push in further. The pressure emitting a wet cry from you.

In your normal state, you’d be coaching them through it, telling them how fuck you.

But this was your first time taking two dicks at once, and you definitely overestimated how intense it would be.

Feeling bold, Namjoon pulls you further down on his cock, emitting a squeal from you and an embarrassingly loud whine from Jungkook, his dick perfectly snug against your cervix.

“You guys really don’t know—hngh—how to shut up huh?” Namjoon teases. The pressure of being squeezed so tight inside you seemingly getting to him too, judging by the way his voice pitches higher.

The two of them thrust inside you, slow and steady, dicks coated a creamy ring of your arousal, sliding against each other. All sensitive and throbbing inside your sodden pussy.

“I can’t hold it! I’m cuming—fuck!” Jungkook shouts, heels planted into the mattress as he thrust widely, cock spurting heavy strings of cum inside you, pulling you over the edge as well.

Biting into his shoulder, your eyes well with tears as your pussy clamps down, hard. A vice grip that paralyzes Namjoon. Hips stuttering to a stop as he reaches his own climax.

He burries himself to the hilt, groaning deeply, chest coated with a dewy sheen of sweat from the exertion.

You barely register Jungkook scooping you into his arms.

“C’mon,” he laughs softly when you groan into his shoulder. “Can’t let you pass out sticky.”

The bathroom light burns behind your eyelids as he cleans you up.

There’s nothing rushed about it.

Jungkook washes your skin carefully, thumbs smoothing along sore muscles while warm water cascades down your body. By the time he’s rubbing shea butter lotion into your thighs and slipping one of your nightgown over your head, your eyes can barely stay open.

“You alive?” he asks, amused.

You respond with something that sounds vaguely like a yes.

His laugh rumbles against your temple.

Familiar.

Easy.

That’s always been the thing with Jungkook.

No awkwardness. No pretending this is more than it is. Just comfort carved out between late nights, tangled sheets, and him knowing exactly how to take care of you afterward.

He lays you back against the mattress, pulling the blankets over your body before leaning down to press a lazy kiss against your forehead.

“Text me me in the morning,” he murmurs.

You smile sleepily, “No promises.”

“I’m not playing, [+]. Or I’ll spam you.”

Jungkook snatches his discarded shirt from the floor, tugging it over his head before glancing back at you one last time.

And true to his word, your phone is glowing against the nightstand by the time you finally wake the next afternoon.

Twenty missed texts from Gremlin🐰

Your entire body aches as you sit up.

Thighs sore.

Lips swollen.

Neck tender.

Worth it.

With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed in search of water, shuffling down the hallway half-awake before noticing something tucked beneath your front door.

A note.

Your brows knit as you bend down carefully, very carefully, to pick it up.

The handwriting is neat. Slightly rushed.

Turns out the noise wasn’t actually the problem.

Feel free to be as loud as you want next time.

Maybe over coffee you can explain how exactly I got manipulated into all of that.

— Namjoon

At the bottom, he’s scribbled his number beside a tiny smiley face.

You stare at it for a moment before laughing softly to yourself.

Cute.

——-

A/N: Sooooo I’m going to go touch some grass, lol. Maybe roll in it. Thank you guys for reading🫶🏽🫶🏽

[doomgurlficss]

finished reading on sight pt 3 and omg i NEED jeom & reader together so BADLY UGHHH love reading ur fanfics and cannot wait for pt 4 !! No rush of course uni is alot of stress and time consuming but just know im looking forward to the next chp 😌💕

Aww Yayy!!💗 Your kind words definitely motivate me, seriously I appreciate your support and I’m happy you enjoy it!! I’m almost finished with my semester so hopefully that means more time for writing (depending how my job hunt goes lol). But I have four stories (including pt.4) that I’m excited to share with you all, so stay tuned!!

And thank you again for you support!🫶🏽

[vsthv]

TAEHYUNG FIC REC (2)

𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, but i 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 slow down. 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 . 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋—, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺!

ONE SHOTS ✦ DRABBLES

사랑 — what do you do if you have just been cheated on? @1uvtae

crazy for you. ───── ་∔་།. ◟. @oddinary4bts

my kink is karma ⩨ ₊ ★ ˚. @gldrushh

seoksanhwa 𐙚. ·₊. @gukyi

bibliothèque. ☆. 🖇️. ﹕. @joonbird

borrowed time. ︶︶ ⊹. @mrsvante

seventeen times 17. ───── ♡. ˚. @cutaepatootie

closure. ୨. ୧. · @peoniesnro

scenery. 𓇼. ۪ @v-hope

my woman. ‹𝟹. ❏. @yeontantrash

when I’m falling in love. 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. ･. @hyunnows

miss you 🌿. 𐑞. @97luvz

stuck with you. ᥴᥲ𝗍s. ۪ @jungshookz

just a taste. 🍃. ➜. @cutechim

then/now ft. jk. . ˇ† ⠀ ິ. @wintrbears

mascot. friends. ❝. @matchastwb

can’t take a feeling. 🌱. ₊﹒. @bubmyg

love me again 🎧. ᯓ. @kittenan2

love, guaranteed ꕀ. ₀₀. @gukyi

cloud ten. ꩜. — @taesthetes

under wraps. 𓈒ֺּׅ‿. જ. @jungkxook

bouquet and garter. ໒꒱ ⤹. @jjungkookislife

always the bridesmaid. ɞ. ₊˚. @kookingtae

slow dance on the inside ft. jk. ⩩. ×. @floralseokjin

always together. ✮. ᶻ. @kittae

MINI ✦ LONG SERIES

랜 — operation bang voyage ♫. ৎ. @svenotes

somebody. 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. ⊹. @doomgurlficss

note: I have more so wait up for another one! these are such classics I started with like months or a year ago I love them sm these authors are so peak omg <3

[doomgurlficss]

Tysm for including Somebody!🫶🏽🫶🏽

[wintrbears]

Pretty sure Jungkook’s the first celebrity to ever confirm all their fanfiction allegations ☠️

I mean… you just can’t make this shit up.

[doomgurlficss]

Currently trying to write a research paper like this absolutely is not good for my attention span.

How can I write 6k+ words of smut but not 1k+ for my assignment. 😀

Jungkook please, I beg of you…keep going🫣