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ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ Aᴏ3 || Dɪᴏɴʏsᴜs ·ᴘᴜʙ· ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴘᴏsᴛ || ↻ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

This fic is a part of my Dionysus ·pub· collection. There will be seven fics, one for each member. These stories take place in the same universe and sometimes intertwine, but can be read independently and in any order.

> sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:

Like in everything else in his life, Hoseok’s attention in poker was on the details. He noted your perfect manicure as you smoked and how you exhaled the cloud from the corner of your mouth not to get it in your eyes. He noticed how you studied everyone in the room too every time you took a sip of your drink, but lingered on him. Slightly smudged mascara gave your eyes a sultry post-orgasm air, matching that messy elegance you wore. Your pupils darkening when he brushed his hair back only added to the heavy atmosphere between the two. At that rate, Hoseok would end up fucking you right on the green baize.

> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, humor | ons > ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: gambler!Hoseok x Reader > ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mature [+18]; strong language and explicit sex > ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 9.7k

💙 ᴀ/ɴ: So… 5 years later, I decide to finally release the second fic in this collection. This has been sitting in my Google docs basically ready to publish for the most part of that time, but I never got around to sit and give it the final touches. I must admit, though, it paid off. I’m kind of proud of this one, even if it took my procrastinating ass forever to finish it. Hope you enjoy it!

Hoseok has seen you once before. Just a snapshot, but enough to have him intrigued.

He entered the restroom and walked along the stalls, looking for an empty one. A door was ajar and he peered inside to check if it was occupied. The image stopped him in his tracks. There you were: half-seated on the toilet tank, back to the wall. Your hair, all sweaty and tangled, slid up and down the tiles to the rhythm of the brute thrusting in you. The guy’s pale ass was out and he grunted like a pig. He was big and bulky and had too many gold rings on the hand that held one of your legs up, opening you more for him. The straps of your dress, along with a big, furry coat’s sleeve, had slid off your shoulders to reveal your collarbones and tits, but the guy’s big frame blocked most of your exposed skin. You let out intermittent moans as you bit your lips, the pretty colour there smudged sinfully. How did Hoseok not hear you when he entered? You weren't being subtle at all. Your arms were wrapped around the man, holding for dear life, and you leaned forward to bite a beefy shoulder, gaze fixed on something behind his back. In your hands there was a wallet, one Hoseok assumed wasn’t yours. The bills you pulled out crumpled in your fist when a deep thrust hit you just right, head jerking back against the wall with a thump.

“Right there, huh? You like that?” the guy croaked. 

His grip on your thigh tightened and he doubled his efforts, oblivious of the money your nails threatened to rip and the very empty wallet back in his jacket. You hummed in agreement, clearly enjoying yourself. Then, your eyes met his through the half-open door. Hoseok would never forget your smile, teeth pulling an abused lower lip as it stretched when you realised he’d witnessed your little crimes. He arched an eyebrow, amused at your reaction. You seemed quite pleased with his unintentional voyeurism. Index finger stretched in a “let’s keep this a secret” motion, you threw a complicitous wink before your free leg kicked the door shut. He peed to the sound of your orgasm.

Now every time he took a leak at Dionysus, he thought about the mystery restroom thief.

“I’m in.”

Things were getting interesting now. The smoke of cigarettes and cheap cigars materialised under the fluorescent light. There was a mist hovering over the table where Hoseok’s money was on the line. A big pile of it.

He could be considered a professional gambler, although “risk-taking expert” had a better ring to it. Besides, with the existing prohibitions in South Korea the word “gambler” entailed a series of unwanted meanings. Criminal, for starters. Apparently, a well-known study stated that Koreans are two to three times more susceptible to gambling addiction than any other nationalities, which was a shitty excuse to ban it, if you asked him. Unfortunately that meant a very strict law around it, even outside the country. He himself had some close calls with the law in the past, nothing his wit and silver-tongue couldn’t get him out of. The thing is, Hoseok was a man of many hobbies. The legal ones like horse races or sports were fun; the less-legal ones, thrilling. Underground fights, poker, car races, bingo… you name it. Hoseok did it all. That thrill he felt from being at fortune’s mercy that got him high on adrenaline. He couldn’t stop chasing it. Some said he was a greedy man, immediately betting whatever amount he won, but it wasn’t about the money. Not only about the money. 

...ok, he did like the money. 

Gambling it, winning it, spending it, losing it…  Wherever the dough was, any door could be opened. Life’s best club bouncer. However, Hoseok didn’t flex it around like all those famous fifteen-year-olds posing on the internet with Gucci slippers. For him, luxury resided in the details. His apartment, for example, was spacious enough for him, but not too big. Any hardworking man with a bit of luck could own it. It wasn’t the kind of high-end, maid-included penthouse expected from someone who earned as much morally-questionable money as he did. The fridge kept breaking and the floors had scratches from dragging the pinball to his studio when he moved in. Dirty laundry piled in a corner of his bathroom and the trash was filled with takeout flyers. He even kept the sticky soju bottle collection he started back in his very blurry college years. In contrast, his huge, paper-like thin TV and the beautiful art pieces scattered on the shelves screamed “crazy expensive”. Again, details. 

By his daywear sweatpants and casual attire no one would guess the number on the price tag. For nights out, he paired extravagant and vibrant suits with exclusive glasses and shoes. He got a taste for flamboyant, timeless clothes, sometimes so much it looked like every suit he owned was thrifted. The Rolex on his wrist said the opposite, though. Hoseok was just like that: flashy and just a tad messy, but elegant in his own way. 

The one thing he did like to show off were his cars. Half of the private parking of his building was occupied with his ‘babies’. The red ‘20 Chevy Stingray was the current star of the collection. Sports cars just suited his never-ending quest for adrenaline. Plus the sharp lines of the vehicle matched Hoseok’s jaw —he was particularly proud of that purchase because of that very detail. Still unable to keep the kitchen cupboards full or his laundry done, though. He had his priorities.

The table was awfully quiet. The muffled beat of a Fender bass seeped through the ceiling in complete disharmony with the easy elevator jazz in the room. A tall man with oily hair thoughtlessly flicked the corner of a card with his thumb nail. Hoseok had played with him enough to know that despite the smirk he sported, he had nothing but air. The other two still in the game were more difficult to read, but it only spiced things up. One of them was new to the table so he wasn’t familiar with his expressions and the oldest was a shark he’d lost to more than a few times. Hoseok raised the bet anyways, he had a good hand.

Poker game nights at Dionysus were his favourite. The moment he walked past the bouncer and through the thick curtains, something in the air changed. The noisy pub upstairs disappeared along with its slurred, intoxicated frenzy. On that side of the curtain, only the static intimacy of gentlemen and cards remained. There was a small bar at the end and a couple of tables to play. Some nights it was blackjack, others poker. Occasionally the owner put the roulette to use, but Hoseok wasn’t a fan. He’d been to Kangwon Land, the only casino in South Korea that allowed locals to enjoy the pleasures of its games, but not even there he found the roulette exciting. Perhaps the only form of money-risking he didn’t enjoy.

Bets grew higher with each round of cards and drinks, what Hoseok considered a fun night. The old man had quite the stack of bills on his side while the rest kept thinning out. Luckily, the geezer folded early this time —he was playing awfully safe tonight. The other three groaned when Hoseok revealed his pair and he gave Greasylocks next to him a pat on the back.

“Come on, ladies! Let’s keep the spirits up!”

“Easy for you to say, you lucky bastard,” the man whined. “That was the loan for my daughter’s college. You are the only one who’s making some money here.”

“You don’t have children. And if you did, you’d add them to the pot too.”

“Didn’t know that was allowed. Should start making some then.”

“So you can lose them too?” Hoseok taunted, grin half-hidden behind his glass before taking a sip.

“Shut up and deal,” someone else barged in. He was a regular, a balding fellow that always loosened his tie when he had a killer hand. By the way his phone kept vibrating, someone at home wasn’t happy that he was out. “You’re insufferable when you win.”

Hoseok chuckled at that. The guy wasn’t wrong. 

“Can’t you be a little bit happy for my success? Besides, I’m not the real threat: old fox here  is gonna dry us all for good.”

“You kids never learn, you keep giving me your money.”

“Don’t get all cocky, gramps. It’s hard to make a nick on your winnings if you get cold feet with anything less than pocket nines,” Hoseok teased. “Where’s your backbone tonight?”

“Miraculously still there and intact.”

Laughter quieted down as a waft of air entered the room, rousing the cloud of smoke around them in swirls. It came with dewy floral notes of perfume and they all turned to the newcomer. 

The first thing that caught Hoseok’s eyes were long legs cut by the hem of an ungodly short dress. The confident click of heels drowned in the stained carpet, and stopped at the bar. One of those divine limbs crossed over the other perched on a stool, exposing more thigh than should be legal. The cards’ edges dug harder into his palm the longer he stared at those smooth, shiny marvels of God’s creation. He wasn't a religious man, but he swore he could drop to his knees and pray right then and there.

“Don’t mind me, gentlemen.”

Purred words broke the ominous tension in the room —Hoseok wasn’t the only one captivated by the woman. When he looked up, there you were: the enigmatic restroom thief he’d fantasised more than once about, staring back at him with a playful smirk. He mirrored it with one of his own, eying you up and down. The image of you against a tile wall popped in his head and he made sure to let you know by tonguing the seam of his lips. By the naughty glint behind your long lashes, you recognised him too. You spun in his direction and lifted a martini glass that had materialized in your hand, in a subtle Gatsby-styled greeting. He cocked his head to the side and snorted in amusement. When did you order it? Or did the bartender already know your tastes? He too shifted to face you completely, manspreading a bit wider in a laxer posture. If only you would ditch that metal seat and sit on his lap... 

Uncomfortable coughs and taps on the table reclaimed his awareness of you two having company, but he kept his dark, almond eyes on you. You toyed with the olive in your drink, holding the contest to see who would cave in to the tension first. Little did you know, Hoseok was not a proud man. Hell, he’d beg like a puppy if that’s what you were into.

“You buying in, angel?” his voice came lower than usual —that was the effect you had on him. That and a sudden urge to taste martini without drinking. “There’s room for one more.”

“Say a number and I’ll decide if I like it.”

“Half a million won,” the old man answered for him, tone clipped and impatient. He was getting cranky already. Your sinful lines didn’t have the same effect on him, you could be his granddaughter. 

Meanwhile, the other players struggled and Hoseok couldn’t help but snicker. Greasylocks on his right was sweating that sparse beard off, eyes fixed on your collarbone. The fake fur coat you wore had slid off your shoulder —did that thing ever stay in place?—   and bunched at the elbow planted on the bar. The rest were in no better state. Hoseok was sure one of them was covering a hard-on.

It took you a second to decide, gauging every player with a hum. You made a show out of eating that olive, rousing your audience, and smiled.

“I do like that number. Let’s play.”

Like in everything else in his life, Hoseok’s attention in poker was on the details. He noted your perfect manicure as you smoked and how you exhaled the cloud from the corner of your mouth not to get it in your eyes. The way you’d batted your lashes when asking for fire and the wicked satisfaction in your eyes when Geasylocks offered to light your cigarette right away. You were sitting directly across the table and Hoseok, next to him, had the luck to watch you lean closer to let him do so. Tits pressed together, you nearly gave the poor guy a heart attack. Ever the tease, you thanked the man with the sweetest voice, throwing a pet name as a reward. He also noted how your lips tensed slightly when you were about to fold, which was rare. You played hard and bet even harder. A couple of martinis in and you’d made enough wons to rival the old man’s. Hoseok followed closely behind. The three of you were cleaning the other’s pockets and he could tell they’d call it a night soon. He noticed how you studied everyone in the room too every time you took a sip of your drink, but lingered on him. Slightly smudged mascara gave your eyes a sultry post-orgasm air, matching that messy elegance you wore. Your pupils darkening when he brushed his hair back only added to the heavy atmosphere between the two. At that rate, Hoseok would end up fucking you right on the green baize.

A very fortunate Flush gave him the last game of the night. You’d bet more than half of your money. It was a surprise that you didn’t go all-in by the cocky smirk you sported. Yes, your cards were good, but Hoseok’s were winners. He saw you tongue the sharp edge of your teeth in a half smile, both amused and bitter by the loss. With an evil grin, he collected his gains while maintaining eye contact, only to tease you.

“Better luck next time, angel.”

Putting out a bud, you stuffed your clutch with cash and laughed. “We both know you don’t mean that.”

“No, I don’t, but I gotta start the conversation that ends up with me taking off that dress somehow.”

The comment drew a wolfish smile on your face. His insinuation clearly pleased you, but you played it cool, paying attention to the glittery accessory as you made sure to fit every single bill inside.

“Not making me lose money would be more effective.”

“But way less fun for me,” he quickly countered. At that, you raked your eyes over his body with an amused glint. 

“Buy me a drink then, lucky boy.”

He followed the intentional sway of your hips and the smirk over your shoulder through the curtains and up the stairs like a dog would follow a bone. Back up at the pub, the stuffy air clung to his clothes as the two of you made way across the crowd towards the bar. 

“Two martinis,” he ordered above the noise. 

“Nice watch,” you commented as the bartender poured your drink, eying the gold on his wrist. “I would’ve played better if that was on the table.”

“Were you going easy on me, angel? My pride is hurt.”

“I wouldn’t want to show you all my tricks on our first night. I don’t like sharing my secrets so soon.”

“I know a couple already,” he grinned with mischief. If you were aware of how he shuffled closer, body unable to resist your magnetism, you didn’t say a thing.

“Oh, do you, now?” 

You hid your own smirk behind the edge of the glass and batted your lashes innocently in a way that could have fooled anyone. Hoseok wondered if you feigned that same innocence when you were on your knees looking up at the fortunate ones who got to experience the wonders of that dangerous mouth of yours. Just the thought made him hum lowly. The things he’d do to that mouth, if you’d let him.

“You like having sex in public places.”

“That’s not much of a secret, I’m afraid,” you snickered. “Is that all you got on me?”

“You like being watched too.” He inched a bit closer... 

... so did you. “And you enjoy watching.” 

The guy next to you turned around, scandalised from overhearing your conversation. He looked like a cartoon character, eyes too big for their sockets. Neither of you lowered the volume. 

“You steal from the guys you fuck.” Hoseok could feel the heat of your skin on him, sides already pressed together.

“Hmm… Shouldn’t that take the idea of undressing me out of your head?” Your nose almost brushed the edge of his jaw, teasing.

“I’ll keep my wallet out of your way.” 

“You can try.” 

Feline look in your eyes, you toyed with the little patience left in Hoseok as you retreated to turn away and lean on the bar, giving him a glimpse of the low cut of your dress’ back when your coat slid further down. 

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was so irresistible about you. Perhaps it was the confidence in your every move, the challenge in your eyes or the cheek in your attitude, or even that damned dress that seemed to raise up with every movement just enough to make him lose his mind. But one thing was certain: he wanted you. Desperately. You, on the other hand, wanted to see how much you could stretch his self-control before he snapped, begged or both. Little minx in a fur coat, he thought with a grin.

“Am I gonna have to tie your hands so you behave?”

“You don’t wanna do that. I’m good with those.”

The caricature-like dude next to you walked away with his drink, completely rigid and clearly avoiding eye contact. You both followed his stiff half-jog away from what he must’ve considered a very private conversation, not one to casually have at the bar. It made you both snicker and lifted that stuffy aura of lust around you for a moment, giving Hoseok space to compose himself a bit.

“I’m Hoseok, by the way.”

“Is that what I should be screaming later?” you taunted as you took another sip, tone more playful than suggestive.

“That, Mr. Jung, daddy, baby boy... your choice.” His words made you laugh. Hoseok imagined that same sound bouncing off his bedroom walls as he tickled and bit your neck, you gripping his hair tightly, telling him to stop with a smile but wrapping your legs around his waist in a silent plea for him to continue. He wanted to make you laugh and moan and scream and purr under him. Or above, he wasn’t picky. “What about you, angel? Do you have a name?”

“I do.”

“I get the feeling you won’t tell me that easily, hm?”

“Smart guy,” you answered devilishly, and Hoseok swore he saw a pair of horns peeking through your messy hair.

The night went on, the two of you shuffling closer with every suggestive turn the conversation took, close enough for Hoseok to smell you —a perfect mixture of sweet words and bad intentions that he happily breathed in like chloroform. You licked your lips more than necessary just to see his mouth water. He tongued the inside of his cheek  just to watch yours go dry. Like a snake biting its own tail, the more you teased each other, the hungrier the stares became. And the hungrier the stares, the more you riled each other up. 

Hoseok suggested dancing, desperate to feel the body hiding under that dress. An idea you shut down quickly because ‘why the hell would you grind on him clothed when you could do it naked?’ He laughed. You didn’t strike as a patient person, so he took your hand and tugged you through the noise until your back was pressed against the door of his car. He kissed you, hard and needy —ready to consume you. Your lips matched his greediness, eager to set him on fire. A leg came up to his hips, calf brushing the back of his thigh possessively. Hoseok held it there, gripping the smooth skin, more than excited to finally touch you. His kisses trailed down your neck and shoulders, dragging one of the straps of your dress off so his teeth could have unrestricted access to the skin there. Hoseok felt your desire as you let out a wanton purr, holding his arm tighter. He flexed his bicep to give you something harder to dig your nails into. Hips moving on their own, you pressed your center to his, making him groan and chuckle at your eagerness. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a wicked sense of victory in the way you seemed to enjoy his ministrations as much as he did yours. Sort of payback for your teasing, but also thanking whoever was above that he got a chance to taste your sweet company. His cock was rock solid from how you grinded on it, and he made sure you noticed by thrusting harshly against your already wet underwear, pushing you into the car even harder. Out of breath and half smiling, you remarked that there would be a dent in the shape of your ass on his expensive car if he kept doing that. He just laughed and squeezed said part of your anatomy. 

“Then I’ll drive around town and show off the nasty things you let me do to you against it.”

“Just against it?” you fake-pouted. “Don’t want to ruin the leather upholstery?”

At this, he gave a teasing kiss on the top of your breasts before he let your heel touch the ground again. He fished the keys out of his pockets, which proved to be rather difficult with the obvious tent he sported. You laughed at his struggle, dress strap still halfway down your arm and not resting your shoulder how it should. Hoseok could see your nipples peeking through the fabric with a mix of cold and arousal. You looked like one of his teenage wet dreams: hot, fun and ready for him.

“Want a ride, then?” The beep of the doors unlocking was your queue to walk to him and palm him through his trousers. Then you looked up and bit your lip, slowly unbuckling his belt, before tugging him closer.

“Get in.” He obeyed, of course. You just looked too damn good bossing him around.

A wide grin was etched on his face while his butt was cushioned by the soft leather of the driver’s seat and he quickly pushed it back to make room for you to sit on him. His eyes roamed your body as you stood by the open door, just admiring his physique. It’s true that Hoseok wasn’t one of those bulky gym-crazed idiots that got off on their reflection while lifting, he knew. However, his lean body had a different effect on women and he was well aware of it. ‘All sharp edges and sexy smiles’, as he’d been described before. And just like in poker, he knew which cards were winners and played around them. So he raised a brow and got comfortable by lifting a hand behind his head, letting you soak in each and every angle. It seemed to work, because in a blink the door closed with a deaf sound and you were on top of him, leaning down to lick a strip from his collarbone to his earlobe and humming in delight. You hovered just above his cock, ever the tease, and his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to make contact. The moment he felt your heat on him, he moaned loudly, happy to show you the effect you had on him. He leaned forward and put his mouth on your breasts while he kept an iron grip on your waist and guided you to grind on him, not allowing you to break contact as he shamelessly enjoyed. Fuck, he didn’t even know if the wet patch on his crotch was his doing or yours, but it felt messy and he liked that. With your legs spread at each side of him, he imagined the hem of your dress was nowhere near covering what it was supposed to. Too busy kissing your neck to look, he checked if his suppositions were correct by running his fingers down your side and to your center. At the feeling of lace, he lost it. He groaned, desperate, fisting the front of your underwear and giving it a harsh tug so it dug into your slit. The slight pain and the roughness of the fabric must’ve hit your clit, because you moaned loudly, redoubling your efforts to make him come on his pants. 

“Fuck, angel… need to be inside.”

“You clean?”

“Yeah, got tested a couple of wee—.”

“Me too,” you interrupted. “Just fuck me raw, I’m on the pill.”

“Slow down, baby, gotta stretch you first,” he smirked seeing how your kisses turned sloppy as you struggled to get him out of his pants.

“Just do it with your cock, then.”

Your words made him curse under his breath. He must’ve been a goddamned saint in a past life, there was no other explanation for his luck. Were you even real? So incredibly sexy and desperate to ride him. Though, as much as the thought of your tight walls suffocating his dick while you struggled to take him turned him on, he needed to calm down for a bit first. With all your teasing, if he let you get your way right now, he’d come the moment he felt your wetness on his tip. And he didn’t want to look like a fucking teenager. He chuckled at both your eagerness and his predicament.

“Patience is a virtue, angel.”

Before you could take him out, Hoseok pushed your underwear out of the way and slid two fingers along your slit, collecting your juices and drawing a couple of circles on your clit. You moaned in his ear with a tight grip on his hair. Shit, you were so damn wet. Before you could protest, both his fingers pushed past your entrance, as far as they could reach.

“Ahh— Fuck!”

You grinded on him, using his hand to fuck yourself, desperate. He could come just with the visuals. Hosek snaked his other hand to the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him, mouths ghosting each other, both too caught up in pleasure to actually kiss. His thumb found your clit once again as he curled his digits to find your sweet spot. It was immediate. The moment he hit it, you kissed him, a loud, lewd moan spilled across his lips.

He felt your walls pulsing around his digits as you came, your whole body heating up and shaking. He let out a grunt too, when you left moon-like nail marks on his nape and detached your lips to throw your head back, basking in pleasure. Hoseok took the chance to suck and bite your nipples, which had been taunting him the whole night, as he added another finger to help you ride out the orgasm. You hummed at the intrusion, and kept grinding on his hand until you calmed down. He looked up at you with a smug grin, chin pressed to your torso. You were a sight he would never forget. Panting slightly, eyes still closed as you came down the high and a pleased, feline smile on your abused lips. A thin layer of sweat made you glow in the neon lights that poured through the windshield. Your coat was off —was it you the one who threw the thing in the back seat or him?—, your hair a mess… the hottest thing he’d ever seen. When you scratched the back of his head, almost petting him like a dog, he was sure you were going to call him a ‘good boy’. You giggled instead, chest still heaving as you met his gaze and he laughed along. He too was out of breath, but still painfully hard underneath you. So hard it hurt. You lifted a bit, releasing his hand and settling your weight back down on his boner without care, which made him grunt. The noise drew a smile on your face.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

You took his hand to your mouth, lewdly sucking clean the fingers he had fucked you with. Hoseok’s hips thrusted upwards on their own as he heard you moan when you tasted yourself. After a while, you took them out with a pop. 

“Very much.”

“Gonna help me out then?”

The weight on him suddenly lifted as you slipped into the seat next to him in one swift move. “Buy me a bottle of wine and take me home first.”

Hoseok’s eyes went wide. “Now?!” Him pointing at his crotch had no effect on you. What a cruel, heatless woman. 

“Yes, tiger, now.” 

The way you purred the pet name didn’t exactly help with his hard-on.

“Can’t you wait until I’ve fucked you? I’ll take you wherever you want for the other rounds.” 

You ignored him and casually checked yourself in the mirror, wiping the smudged lipstick on your cheek and doing that thing that chicks do to brush their hair by ruffling it up even more. Your indifference made him even harder. Fuck, he needed to come. 

Still not looking his way, you flipped the sun visor back in place and adjusted your dress. Not that it did much, it barely covered your thighs. 

“Well, you were the one who didn’t want to put his cock in me before, so I’m assuming you can wait a little longer.”

“Angel…” he warned, though it came out whinier than he intended. Were you seriously punishing him for not letting you get your way? He was just making sure that you enjoyed yourself! Fuck his gentleman antics, he should’ve stretched you with his cock as you asked for. God, the fabric over his crotch was so painfully tight and wet with his precum and your juices. He palmed himself firmly in hopes that the pressure alone would calm him down. It didn’t, especially since he couldn’t get the image of you licking his fingers out of his head. You finally turned to him and he swore he saw the devil herself.

 “I’ll reward you if you are good.”

Hoseok groaned and hit his forehead on the steering wheel. The leather softened the blow, but he wished it didn’t. Maybe then he could clear his head and function like a proper human and not a horny ass animal. You were a menace to his mental health. How in the hell was he supposed to drive when his mind was full of all the nasty things he wanted to do to you? His dick hurt, his balls hurt, his freaking knuckles hurt from how hard he was gripping the wheel. He just wanted you bouncing on top of him. Was that too much to ask?

“The sooner you start the car, the sooner you can fuck me, so hurry up.”

“Fine, I got it! Yeesh, you are fucking bossy, you know that?” He scowled, but did as you said anyway. 

“And you like it.” 

And he fucking liked it. Hoseok chuckled in resignation. As much as he felt like his dick could explode in any second, he couldn’t even pretend to be mad at you for making him suffer, because he loved your easy-but-hard-to-get attitude. It wasn’t like any other woman he’d met before, you kept things interesting. Hoseok was a man who enjoyed not knowing exactly what to expect next, in case it wasn’t obvious with all the gambling and shit. That was why he kept putting his money on the line, after all. Unpredictable was fun, as well as your middle name, probably. He was getting more and more addicted to that glint in your eyes when you teased him. That shit was almost better than winning at poker. Almost.

You purred in tandem with the engine, sinking down on your seat in delight when you felt the initial rumble. Hoseok noticed how you traced the smooth lines of the console with your fingers. He wished it was his body instead. Your eyes widened a bit when the pilot lights started to change in a satisfying gradient from blue to red and back. The corner of his mouth lifted —he had to pay a sweet amount to get that customized. By your expression, you appreciated the detail. To be completely honest, seeing your sexy ass sitting inside his expensive car did something to his ego. Something that made him want to fuck you senseless on top of his hood. What could he say, everyone has a kink.

His apartment wasn’t that far, but he took a detour so you could enjoy the ride a little bit longer. Plus, he needed to stop by the convenience store to buy your damned bottle of wine. He was out. 

The guy at the counter eyed your dress without any subtlety as you two entered, a gesture that you definitely noticed and definitely enjoyed. Hoseok chuckled and took you across the aisles, stopping by the ramen to kiss you. By the toilet paper too. And then by the ice cream, making your nipples scream for attention, which Hoseok was more than willing to give. He bent down to plant kisses there too, his thumb playing with the one his lips missed. Your giggles and whispered moans were the only sounds in the store, that and the rattle of bottles when he pressed you against the alcohol shelf. He made sure the security camera had a good angle. The poor clerk seemed bored. Why not give him something to think about for the rest of his shift? You made out shamelessly, testing out the sturdiness of the metal shelves. He smirked when you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, needy. Tongues dancing, it seemed like you couldn't get enough of his taste. Neither could he. You bit his bottom lip in protest when he playfully slapped your butt. There was a brief metallic taste, but he paid no mind to it —your hands roaming his chest were too distracting. He dry humped you, maybe a little bit rougher than he should’ve. The action sent a bottle tumbling, glass shattering on the floor. You both froze, then laughed hard.

The clerk looked both annoyed and embarrassed as you, oh, so innocently, apologized. Your pout and the generous bill Hoseok slid across the counter, which covered at least two additional bottles changed his mood. Wine in hand, you send a kiss flying in his direction as the bell jingled behind you. The moment you turned around, neither of you couldn’t stop laughing.

As Hoseok drove home, the chat stayed light and fun. Still flirtatious, though, since it was physically impossible for him not to compliment you and for you not to tease back. At some point he’d slipped his hand between your thighs massaging your skin. He could feel the heat radiating from your center but he didn’t make contact in hopes it would rile you up a bit. He couldn’t wait to put his face there instead. His train of thought had his dick protesting against his pants once again.

“So, what kind of reward are we talking about?” He changed the subject abruptly. You raised a brow, a little bit lost. “You said there’ll be a reward when we get to my place. What is it?”

“Aren’t you a curious kitty cat? Don’t ruin the surprise for yourself.”

“Believe me, knowing is only gonna get me more excited.” He gave a squeeze, which made your legs tense up and trap his hand between them to restrict his movement.

“C’mon, angel,” his voice dropped an octave. “Just a hint.”

There was a pause as you decided if you wanted to indulge Hoseok or not. He took advantage and teased you further, lifting his pinky enough to brush you sex. Wet, again. Apparently he wasn’t the only one in need of some relief. The contact made you hiss and swat him away. Hoseok grinned like a shark at your reaction.

“Fine.”

Oh? He hadn’t expected you to actually agree. That was interesting. Hoseok didn’t miss the dangerous tone the word carried and suddenly he wasn’t sure if you agreeing was going to make things better or worse for his serious case of blue balls. 

The click of the seat belt unfastening was the first warning. Your hands cupping his bulge the second. He groaned at the feeling. Then, your mouth was on him. His head whipped down to see you, body leaned over the handbrake and head on his lap. On his dick. The moment your lips made contact, he jumped slightly, making the car swerve a little to the left. He immediately corrected the course. 

“Shit!”

“Eyes on the road, tiger,” you taunted.

Hoseok felt your warm, wet tongue tracing his outline. The heat of your breath on him and it was driving him insane. You kept at it for a while, kissing and licking him through the fabric of his now completely ruined pants. When you finally got to the head, you added just a little bit of teeth and then sucked the wetness there. Joining him, you moaned shamelessly too and he assumed you could taste the precum that seeped through his clothes. 

“Should I take it out? Or are we going to crash?”

“Yes, I mean, no. I- Shit.” You giggled, squeezing his length harder. Hoseok tried to collect himself enough to form a sentence. “Suck me properly, angel. I wanna feel your mouth.”

“How bad?”

“So fucking bad.”

With a hum, you undid his belt and unzipped him, relieving some strain. Fuck, you were actually going to give him head. In other conditions he would be jumping in excitement. Like a dog waiting for a treat. Long nails caressed his length, making him shiver in anticipation. He wanted to look at you so bad, but he refused to go to the hospital for crashing while getting head. You lowered the waistband of his pants, then slowly, so slowly, did the same with his underwear. You kept them half way, the elastic sitting uncomfortably at the middle of his member, hurting just right. When he was about to protest, you kissed the tip and he lost it. He moaned. Loud. His hand found your hair, fisting it, but his eyes focused on the road. You started sucking and lapping at the base of his head while massaging his balls. Then, you straightened his shaft, making the waistband of his boxers dig harder into his cock. The pain mixed with your touch to make him reach a different level of agony. His grunts, moans and heavy pants made your face light up in excitement. He guessed you liked your men loud. Lucky for both of you, he was. You wrapped your puffy lips around his tip and took him in, bobbing your head and applying pressure to the underside with your tongue. Staying true to your nature, you only went halfway down, making him desperate to feel the back of your throat, to hear you choke. You kept at it for a while, without giving him what he craved. Hoseok could burst into tears. It was so good it hurt. On a specially slow bob, he instinctively tried to push you further down with the hand tangled in your hair. Not a smart move. He felt your teeth around him. Just the softest pressure, but enough to get your warning through. Hoseok grunted in frustration and let you go. Fine, he got the hint: you wanted him to suffer. Going back to sucking him, you hollowed your cheeks and took him a little bit deeper than before. Probably hissed or moaned or whined even, he couldn’t pay attention to whatever sounds came from his mouth when yours was driving him crazy. He felt your breath at his base, so fucking close to where he wanted you, but you refused to give him that satisfaction. Then teeth again, grazing back up along his length and hurting just right. Shit, he was about to come.

“Enough spoilers for now.”

Hoseok did a double take. All of the sudden you were back on your seat, licking your lips like a cat after a can of tuna. It took him a second to process when all the blood in his brain had rushed to his dick. His poor, hard rock dick that was still half out of his pants. The car AC on his wet cock made the loss of your mouth’s warmth way more bitter. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, turning it into a frustrated groan at the end. 

“Gonna seriously leave me like this, angel?”

“Patience is a virtue.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle hearing his own words thrown back at him. The car stopped at a red light, and he took the moment to tuck himself back again. Apparently, you weren’t used to not getting what you wanted when you wanted it. For the second time tonight, he regretted not fucking you like you asked him to. Then his dick wouldn't hurt so much. The fact that you just edged him and didn’t even spare him a look after while fixing your makeup didn’t help with his situation either. In fact, he was getting harder.

“You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”

“Oops, caught me.”

Hoseok grinned at your uninterested tone and floored it after the light turned green again. The faster he got you to his apartment, the sooner he could fuck you and the sooner he could do it again and again.

That damned window… so bright. Sunrays blinded Hoseok's eyes and ignited a horrible headache behind them. What time was it? He hated waking up with sunburned retinas. That’s why he never left the blinds open. He swallowed, trying to wet his mouth somehow, but it felt like sandpaper down his throat. As he turned around to bury his face on the mattress, he was met with a killer headache. His brain rattled inside his skull, so he scrunched his eyes and focused very hard on making it stop. Wait, where did the pillow go? He lifted his hand above his head and patted the bed looking for it, but realised that there was no bed, no headboard. Ah, fuck. He needed to buy a new one, what a hassle. It was custom made. And why did everything hurt so much? Did a truck run over him? He felt and smelled like roadkill. Hold up, where the fuck was his headboard? Cracking one eye open he scouted the room, disoriented. This was not his apartment, was it? How odd, he could see his wardrobe and the door to the living room if he craned his neck, but that wasn’t supposed to be there. Shit, everything was too fucking bright, and his head was about to explode. His tongue felt like cardboard, so wherever the fuck he was, he needed to get himself water. Now. 

As Hoseok started making sense of the space around him, he stretched like a cat and every muscle protested when he did. His feet touched a wall, something smooth and cold. Oh, there was his headboard. So he was home. Then everything came rushing. You. On top, below him, your taste, your smile, the sounds he got out of you. The smell of your sweat combined with his, your nails on his back, his teeth on every inch of your skin. Drinking wine, then mixing the leftover of every type of alcohol he had at hand to make a horrible cocktail. You, just you, glowing like a being out of a religious painting while coming on his dick. The ghost of your kisses, the softness of your lips on his earlobe, just whispering the most nasty things in the sweetest voice… shit, he was hard already.

He sat up at lightning speed, way too quick for his body and his brain seemed to crash into his eyes from behind and then bounce back in place like a water balloon. The sheets beside him were empty. Gone. They still smelled like you. The images of last night would haunt them for the rest of his life. He got to cherish and ruin every inch of you, as you did with him. Fuck, he came so hard, so many times. No wonder he couldn’t move without feeling pain.

“Angel?” He called for you, even though he was certain you had already left. His voice was gravelly and rough. Could be because he just woke up or maybe from how loud he was last night. Kitchen, he had to get to the kitchen.

Some instant ramen and an entire bottle of water later, the situation started making sense. Looking around, the apartment was a mess. There were sofa cushions everywhere. He had kneeled in front of you to eat you out like a dog begging for food. Then you called him a good boy when he lapped you clean after you came and really felt like one. Maybe he even wagged his figurative tail. You tasted so good, and you yanked his hair so hard, he couldn’t stop his grin at the memory. 

The kitchen hadn’t been safe either. He fucked you on top of the counter for a while, quick and hard, both competing on who was the loudest and talked the dirtiest. He probably got a victory in the volume department, though you followed closely, but your mouth was definitely the dirtiest. Your filth lingered in his ear still, low, sensual and bossy. Always the bitchy CEO attitude, Hoseok thought. You came hard and laid back on the marble surface, licking your lips, and let out a fucked-out chuckle that he matched. His hips rolled and he slowed his thrusts for you, pace now unhurried and deep instead of breakneck, just to take in your post-orgasm bliss. Goddamn, he should've taken a pic. He kept at it for a minute, probably saying something cheesy to tease you, before you leaned over to bite his throat hard enough to leave a mark. The raised texture of his skin and the reflection looking back at him on the surface of his chrome fridge confirmed it. When he thought he was going to explode from the feeling of your heat, you planted a foot on his chest and pushed him away. Ass swaying, you saunteered to the bedroom and told him to follow, not giving two fucks that he hadn’t finished yet.

“You’ve been a good boy so far, tiger. Time for a treat”, you said. As if he hadn’t been rewarded enough. The screams and moans that you gifted him, the sensation of your walls wrapped around him, how your warmth gripped him like you wanted him to stay there forever would surely haunt him every night. Still, he was a greedy man, and he would take everything you gave him, even if he already got all the fuel he needed to nut in less than 5 minutes for the rest of his life.

You knelt, so, so slowly, racking your nails along his abdomen, down his thighs. From that angle he could see your perfect pout and tits, glistening with sweat. His cock stood there, inches to your face, angry red. 

He couldn't help but cup your face sweetly, sliding his thumb across your lips until you opened it for him. A wave of heat came over him, seeing you looking up at him, all ready and pliant all of the sudden, like you were waiting for a command. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew you were allowing him to do so, but he still pressed his thumb against your tongue hard.

“Suck, babe” he demanded, voice suddenly gravelly.

Your immediate compliance surprised him.The only hint of all your snark and bossiness was a faint ghost of a smirk a second before you warped your mouth around his finger, cheeks hollowing. Your eyes closed and you whimpered, needy, enjoying your task as if you had been waiting for it your whole life. Hoseok almost came right there, you really tested his limits. After a few moments, he bent down, a hand on your throat to bring you closer and kiss you roughly while he stroked his dick with the other. He all but drank you, tongue slipping through your lips to taste you and he heard a half moan giggle at his eagerness. With a fistfull of hair, he yanked your head to look up at him. You hissed and bit your lips in anticipation, eyes almost completely black and locked on his.

“Are you gonna behave?” he asked, his voice as low as he’d ever heard it. You nodded, concealing a knowing smile and answered with a teasing undertone: 

“Yes, sir. Use me.”

That was his queue to stand straighter, gripping his cock by the base as you stuck your tongue out for him, noticing how you shifted your weight to create some sort of friction between your legs. You were enjoying this as much as him, giving up control completely, even if you both knew it was temporary. He tapped your tongue a few times, precum coating it,  before he slid in. Damn, was it possible to die from a blowjob? He started slow, letting you suck and lick and kiss him, gradually taking more and more. At some point, you started teasing more than you should, which didn’t come as a surprise. From the moment you had you knelt on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, he knew that you wouldn’t resist making him suffer, even if you’d agreed to be good, even when your eyes seemed so innocent and you’d let him use your mouth this way and the other. You never played fair, after all. In other circumstances -like 15 minutes prior, for example-, he might have gladly let you get away with it. This time, however, Hoseok was having none of it. Fist holding your makeshift pony tail, he started to fuck your throat. Hard, deep, relentless. As much as he enjoyed your naughtiness, there was a sudden urge to make you behave. None of all that wicked scheming of yours, no thinking of new ways to torture and punish him. He wanted you to focus only on being his pretty fucktoy.

After a while, when his balls hurt so good from how hard and horny he was, all wet with a combination of your spit and his precum and your hands caressing them sweetely, he pressed the base of his cock to your nose, finally -finally- feeling the back of your throat. You gagged at the sudden change of rhythm, trying to get away instinctively. He held you there for a few seconds, before he eased the pressure a bit to give you space to stop or push him away. You looked at him with glossy eyes and tears down your reddened cheeks, mascara completely fucked up, but didn't move. Holy shit, what an image, someone should paint that exact visual in the ceiling of some temple, ‘cause that was as close to Heaven as it could get. Thankfully the alcohol didn't mess up that one. He felt you adjust and take him as deep as he’d been before, breathing slowly through your nose. When he hit your limit again, instead of gagging, this time you moaned, loud, and the vibrations made him shiver. 

“Fuck, angel,” he rasped, scratchign your scalp in an affectionate gesture. “You like it that much, huh? You take it so well, made to fit me.”

He almost could hear now the way hummed in agreement, how you’d let him use your mouth as he pleased, so, so good for him. You were insatiable and wanted it as hard and dirty as he could give it to you. Every now and then he slid back an inch to make it easier for you, so you could relax your jaw, and every time your nails drew crescent moons on his ass as you pushed him deeper again, almost offended at his regard for your need to breathe. He chuckled at your neediness when he saw how you closed your eyes and rocked your hips back and forth in hopes for some relief.

After using you for a while, he came down your throat with a moan that shifted into a growl, and you swallowed like a good girl as you looked up at him; round, doe eyes, lashes batting and all. However, he feigned innocence lasted all but ten seconds before you whipped out that feline smile of yours, full of teeth and bad intentions. 

When he slipped out of your lips, spots still shining behind his eyelids, you took his half soft cock in your hand and began pumping fast, overstimulating him. Hoseok whined and twitched, pleading for mercy, not sure if said mercy was for you to stop or keep going. The sensation was too intense, much closer to pain than pleasure, and yet he craved it. He came hard again shortly after, an orgasm that felt almost forced out of him by the devil between his legs. He painted -or rather you painted, since that had been all your doing- your lips and chest, cum sliding down your hard nipples and landing either on your thighs or the floorboards. There was so much of it, he recalled. In the heat of the moment seeing you covered in it simply made him want to do it all over again, but now it seemed impressive, given he had just finished two minutes before. Maybe his body knew what you wanted, maybe the dog had been already trained.

You gathered some of his seed on your fingers and brought it to your mouth. The flavor made you groan, satisfied. Then you told him to clean the rest, and, boy, was he happy to obey. Hoseok joined you on his knees on the floor to take his time savouring you, nipping at your tits and massaging every inch of you. His bitterness mixed with your sweat and the taste of your skin.

Needless to say, you didn’t appreciate his teasing, how he slid his long fingers between your folds and circled your clit. He dipped a couple of them inside you just to taste you again, then he kissed you, sharing your flavor with you. His mouth was all over your body, mapping every curve and ridge. Your hips got impatient, as you humped his thigh, trying to get him to pick up the pace. When you voiced your frustrations in a not-so-polite manner, he just smirked and slapped your ass, hard. 

“What’s the rush? Want something, angel?"

You must’ve had enough of his disregard for your neediness, because you yanked him to stand, pushed him on the bed with force and got on top of him. 

“Funny how you think you are in charge here, baby boy.” Your pupils were completely blown out, and your hand shot to his throat as a warning. Rocking your hips, your wetness coated his cock as it slid through your folds. He moved to grab your waist in anticipation, but you slapped him away with a smirk. You looked like a valkyrie as you looked down at him, chip proudly up. Hoseok snorted at your action, hands up in surrender and arched a brow. He knew damn well he shouldn't poke the beast, but he was a risk-taker. 

“I get it, you’re the boss. So act like it.”

At that, you rode him, in the most literal way of the word. He remembered the animalistic way he bucked up into you. In that moment, he needed you. No logic, no thoughts, just a burning need to fuck the lights out of you, to come while kissing you. That might have been the closest to experiencing primal instinct and desperation that he ever had in his life. And you just effortlessly molded your movements to his, circling your hips and  arching your back the right way, rolling your body with ease and taming him. 

The next couple of hours were a blur of wet slaps of his skin on yours, whimpers, needy kisses and orgasms. Fast forward a few rounds, your head on his chest drawing circles on his abdomen, laughing at something stupid he said, a snarky comment, a lift of your brows. Him rock hard again, sensitive as fuck, but still ready for you. This time you left him wanting and fell asleep with your back to his front, exhausted. He would never admit this, cause you would make fun of him and call him a creep or make some joke about him catching feelings, but he watched you sleep for a while and enjoyed seeing you without any mask for the first time. So soft looking, so untroubled. Hoseok wondered if anyone had ever really gotten to know you, the real you. Probably not and probably no one would. His eyelids close with a thought: if he had a type -which he didn’t since he wasn’t picky- it’d be you.

When he returned to his bedroom, he realised there was a note on the nightstand. 

Great night, but gotta go, tiger.  Time’s gold.

He snorted. At least you said goodbye, in your own way. You didn't seem the type to stay for breakfast, and lazy morning sex. No, you belonged in the realm of the city after dark, where you could slip easily back in the shadows and disappear. How unlike you, though, to leave a note. Unless…

His hand shot up to check his wrist: the watch was gone. He looked for it everywhere, although he already knew exactly where to find it. Despite how pissed he was -it cost a small fortune-, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“That little minx… Guess it’s poker night at Dionysus again.”

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ, ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

© hear-me-growl, August 2025

[adonis-koo]

wicked • 1

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader feat. Seokjin

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 4k

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Note: I’ve sat on this story for like 8 months and I still feel bad for posting but bYe I’m a hoe for e2l and I sure hope y’all are too bc gOd daYum

To be a princess, is that of obtaining and following duty whenever it calls. Whether you agree with it or not is of none concern to no one, even yourself to an extent. There were many times in your life when you could assume that, if you felt strong enough about a situation, eventually, your parents would sit you down and work something out that was, at the very least, comparable.

Those times were few and far in between as you often understood that you had to do things, even if you didn’t personally want to, from a young age that you could no longer remember. But still, to be told this. It was a laughable matter at the time, you were so shocked that you couldn’t even fully believe it, it was two years ago after all. But for the day to have finally come. 

For the little bubble you had sheltered yourself in, to pop.

It was laughable only at how pathetic you were, you had two years to prepare. And yet here you were, still in denial and even more bitter than before. You had cried, begged your parents for some other alternative, but low and behold, they could only look at you with pity in their eyes. After all, what good was a daughter outside of selling off in marriage?

“Mmm, is something wrong, my love?” Your heart beat had risen and your hands were a little too shaky, was it because you were naturally shy during such activities as these? Or was it the shame cast over you? This was the day you’d meet him, and you were currently in your room doing this. 

A hand tenderly stroked your face, cupping your cheek as he gently raised your chin to look at him, Seokjin’s face was soft as a finger traced your jawline, your lips had jutted a little and your expression strong in remorse, if you stared at him any longer the moment would be ruined by your tears, “I’m fine.” You mumbled, offering a weak smile that you were sure if Seokjin looked close enough he would be able to tell it was a lie for the sake of the moment. 

Your hands quickly got back to work to keep him from asking any questions, you didn’t want to talk about it. Nor did you want to be in this position either but when would be the next time you got to do this? If ever. 

Sexual favors were not something you were often inclined to do but Seokjin was an exception as he was your lover and originally, had things gone the way they should, you would be married off to Seokjin. But of course not, no, Penumbra had to frighten every nation in the world by threat of invasion. 

They had to be so cruel in their wars and battles, their soldiers and training, it was no match for anyone. No matter how many troops were sent, they were torn down one after the other by the highly skilled soldiers there. Penumbra was everyone’s worst nightmare, a nation so bitter and angry, they’d stop at nothing to seek vengeance on everyone who once destroyed their original nation of Seoul. 

They didn’t take mercy on children or women, they didn’t care about anything but their own. You wholeheartedly despised and stood against everything they were. And for your parents to look you in the eyes and say you’d have to marry their Prince. 

The Wicked Prince. 

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[jkooby]

throne of a sinner

pairing : yandere king! jungkook x servant! reader

summary : The people of the palace have been waiting for the king to choose his ideal queen. However, the fact that you approved of this as much as the others perplexed and angered him. So he proved how much he desired you to be his queen; no one would refuse you the throne, right? with your stomach growing with his child.

warnings : yandere themes, explicit smut, non con/dub con, infidelity?, innocent! reader, reader can’t speak due to child trauma, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, impregnation, slight age gap, manipulation, mention of murder and blood, somnophilia, drugging, pregnancy symptoms.

word count : 8k

The sun lowering, heralding the advent of darkness. stealing the light from you, your shaky arms almost giving up from the constant hard work of doing the laundry.  When the sun had softly slipped away, you’d always fasten your work. The night isn’t for you. 

You aren’t terrified of the darkness nor the creepy aura it exudes. When you were a kid, it was always enthralling and comforting to you. The birds noisily chirping, the stars dancing in the sky—it was all beautiful, until it was tarnished. 

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[deepdarkdelights]

10 Seconds (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Vomit, Non-Consensual touching, Kidnapping, Assault

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview:  He was terrifying. This man was terrifying because he was the iconic image of a monster. The scary man all in black, hiding out in the shadows waiting to pounce on his innocent prey. When he had grabbed you before, you had noticed just how tall and built he actually was. There was no way you could have the upper hand over him. This man would win in every single scenario you could imagine, there would be no fighting him off, no surprising him with an attack. If anything, it would be like Little Red Riding Hood trying to eat the big bad wolf: a joke.

A/N: Hello! This is my second fic I have ever posted to this blog! As you can see, I have an ironic obsession with yanderes! I hope you enjoy this one and I look forward to seeing you in the comments!

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It was late at night, that was your first mistake. Your friends had warned you time and time again, stop studying at the library so late and stop walking around campus alone at night. But, you couldn’t help it. The semester was ending and that meant that projects and papers were a stressful commonality. Due dates were constantly running through your mind, paired with the unwillingness to actually do any of the work. So, like any other college student, you wound up having many late nights in the library with breakdowns over having procrastinated for so long.

The area your campus was in was not necessarily a bad place, you were just rather close to the city which was always something to be wary of. Campus security was not the best it could be either, they claimed to be on constant patrol but in actuality it was rather rare to see them out past ten thirty. You had heard stories of people being mugged at dark street corners and held up in alleys, but like everyone else you always thought, “That’ll never happen to me.”

You were very wrong.

Your second mistake was neglecting to bring a charger with you. Your phone’s battery was dropping and fast. Staring down at your screen revealed the glowing number “26” looking back at you. In your defense, you didn’t think that you would be on campus this late today, that was of course until you found out that the deadline for your Euro History paper was due that night by midnight. Any other professor may have been lenient with you and given you an extension, but not this one, no. Putting it lightly, he was a huge asshole.

And the biggest mistake of all, you had absolutely nothing to defend yourself with. But, at the end of the day, this happened because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. All the conditions were perfect for what was about to happen to you. It was dark, it was quiet, and you were in the parking garage. For a campus that was operating in 2020, it severely lacked in the security department. There were no cameras, and there were not any campus security officers in the ramp. You were utterly alone, and ripe for the taking.

You had been warned, don’t walk alone in the dark late at night. But, nothing bad would ever happen to you, would it? All it took was ten seconds.

One, he began to approach you from behind.

Two, his footsteps were fast and light, practiced in their pace.

Three, you were within grabbing distance.

Four, he wrapped his arms around your chest and lifted.

Five, you struggle violently and open your mouth to scream.

Six, his gloved hand covers your mouth tightly, muffling your cries.

Seven, he slams your head into the side of your car.

Eight, he strikes again, harder.

Nine, he forces you into his waiting car.

Ten, you’re his now.

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[sluttyandere-deactivated2024040]

pairings. yandere!yoongi x f!reader

synopsis. the evening comes quickly and you’re asleep on your bed. your room, dark with just the dim shine of the moon, hears your faint breaths and the occasional twists of your blanket. there’s a sound outside, a thud or two, and a faint creak. then, slowly… very, very slowly… your window begins to lift. 

genre. next door neighbor au. age gap (oc is 20, yoongi is 28). virgin!reader. suspense.

word count. 7.2k

warnings. smut (fingering/foreplay, m masterbation). noncon kissing and touching (oc is asleep). somnophilia. soft dom!yoongi. inexperienced!reader. physical abuse (mother slaps oc multiple times). emotional abuse. over-controlling parenting. toxic household. manipulation. murder. blood. gore. obsessive behavior. delusional behavior. allusion to kidnapping. yoongi smokes. he also puts out the cigarette with his tongue so that’s cool. he also has tattoos so that’s hot. but he’s also lowkey creepy so… anyways, enjoy!

first greetings were always hard for you. your overprotective mother didn’t enjoy it when you met new people, always fearing that they’d have a bad influence on you. she didn’t know that you weren’t going on a short walk like you said; she didn’t know that you were too curious about your new neighbor next door. 

he stands on his porch, phone in hand and cigarette in the other. its end touches his lips as he scrolls through his feed, and the smoke that he exhales fascinates you almost as much as the tattoos on his arms, the simple white t-shirt and black jean outfit he bears, and the silver peace sign necklace on his neck. there are a few shiny earrings that dangle from his pierced ears. all the houses on this street look relatively the same; medium-sized and conservative; but the mysterious man’s presence makes his place seem so far apart. mother didn’t like that. unlike you, she didn’t stare at him with awe when the two of you first saw him carrying boxes into his house; instead, she scoffed and made you promise to never get near him, as he looked ‘dangerous’ in her eyes. she has taught you to listen and never talk back, she’s trained you to be content with the lonely life you have with her, but she hasn’t gotten rid of that inquisitive nature of yours.

you peer at him behind a thick tree. your mind tells yourself that the next hesitant step forward is a true one, that you should say hello without a second thought, but you can’t, not when first greetings are so hard for you. 

but your nervous feet cause a rustle in the autumn leaves below you, loud enough for your neighbor to hear. he looks your way. 

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[chaoticpuff17]

La Belle et la Bête

Forbidden Fables Masterlist

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Right Here, Right Now {M}

what if little Red wants to get eaten by the big bad wolves?

pairing: rapline x reader genre: smut, pwp, humor words: 8k contains: werewolf au, college au, massive 🍆s, knotting, oral (f & m), dirty talk, too much talk about bulges, a bit of a breeding kink, double penetration, humor, it’s me so they’re still kinda sweet, not actually a fairytale au a/n: my brain decided it was time to (temporarily) throw all plot out the window & indulge in some pure filth. i have no excuses. enjoy!!

Whoever invented sweatpants, specifically the light grey ones (Emile Camuset), can fuck right off. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Fuck right off. Because if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be sitting here under your best friend’s arm, trying your best not to stare at the bulge that seems determined to steal your attention.

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Problem Solved (M) || KNJ

Credits: Betas - @joheunsaram​ @justasparkwritings​ @yutasgalaxy

This story is rated M for Mature, and it also contains darker themes, please proceed with caution. All readers under the age of 18 should stop reading here and exit this blog. You have been warned.

→ Pairings: Tutor!Kim Namjoon x Student!Female Reader

→ Genre: College AU, PWP, Smut, Tiny Bit of Angst, Fluff, Friends to…idk

→ Ratings: Mature, 18+, NSFW

→ Summary: Namjoon helps you with more than math problems tonight. 

→ Word Count: 4.2k

→ Warnings: Pet names, Slight degradation, Soft Dom!Namjoon/Sub!Reader, Creampie, Age Gap(everyone’s legal,) Dirty Talk, Spanking(once), Multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, doggystyle, fingering, slight Britney Spears song reference, slight Exihibitionism(I guess), biting/marking/scratching, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary, aftercare, squirting, hair pulling. Please proceed with caution. Minors are not allowed!!!

→ A/N: This was a request someone put in for some Dom Tutor!Kim Namjoon smut. I hope you all enjoy it. S/O to my fearless beta readers who put up with me on a daily lol. Thanks so much, loves! 

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If someone were to ask you for life advice, you’d tell them to never skate through the beginning of a semester because you’ll always end up regretting it. Trust, you know this from experience, and as a matter of fact, it’s the reason why you’re stuck going over Algebra instead of partying with your friends.

It was never your intention to end up in this situation, but after spending your entire freshman year in books, the party life was too tempting to not partake in sophomore year.. Up until three weeks ago, you hadn’t even touched your math notes, and now you’re sitting here depending on your sister’s friend to dig you out of this hole you’ve made for yourself.

Namjoon, your sister’s friend, used to come around with his friends to your parents house all the time when she still lived at home. He was always nice to you and always had your back when their other friend, Taehyung, would tease you. Everyone always assumed that you and Taehyung would get together eventually, however, as time went on, it became clear that you and Taehyung behaved more like siblings than lovers.

Taehyung is actually one of your best friends, and you love nothing more than hanging out with him. Unfortunately, partying with him put you in this mess, and as punishment for you both, spending time together had to be put on hold. It’s funny how even now - now that you’re an adult - Namjoon is swooping in and saving the day when Tae has gotten you into some shit.

You can remember the night you called him crying because you thought you would fail this class. Joon rushed right over to help you at eleven o’clock at night and has been picking you up every Friday since. It’s easier studying at his place, no roommate glaring because they hate visitors, no conflict for you to face or resolve.  

Namjoon claims that you’ve been doing well, and he thinks you have a chance of getting a good grade on your final. You want to believe that, and you’ll have to agree that so far, you’ve been grasping all the information. There’s something different tonight, though, and you can’t seem to focus on what’s in front of you.

 Namjoon’s talking, but you can’t hear anything he’s saying. Honestly, you’re just tired and stressed. Today’s been rough, and math is just not on your mind right now. You just need a break; something to take the stress away. You need a good fuck.

You need Damen.

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- falling again ; jjk + jhs

gang au, exes to lovers, angst, 1.5k

note: this is mainly jk-centric. idk what this is…it’s loosely based on an idea i had a while ago lol. this is a new writing style for me so pls be kind x

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Being a member of the Monsters was known to have its sacrifices - Jeongguk knew that, of course. He knew that when he joined, and he knows that now, seven years down the line. Each and every one of the Monsters had given something up when they joined - for some it was material things; their homes, their treasured possessions. For others, it had been abstract belongings, their morals, for instance. 

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[angellesword]

Caramel Macchiato (KNJ)

Pairing: Shy!Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, one-shot

Word Count: 0.5k

 You had been a cashier for three years already, so it’s fair enough to say that you had encountered almost all types of customers.

 Except one.

 "Sir! Excuse me!“ You ran after the man who ordered a large size caramel macchiato only to forget his drink on the counter as he left the coffee shop.

 "Sir!” You called again.

 Realizing that he wouldn’t look back, you momentarily stopped running to check the name written on his cup.

 Kim Namjoon.

 "Mr. Kim Namjoon!“ You shouted at the top of your lungs. Luckily, the man turned to you.

 "Yes?” His deep dimples appeared when he smiled.

 "Uh…“ You blinked while trying to find the right words to say. God. He’s so gorgeous that you forgot why you’re running after him. You just wanted to stare at his pretty face.

 "Hello?” He quirked a brow—causing you to snap back to reality.

 "Your order…“ You’re blushing as you said this. "You forgot your order.”

 "Oh!“ It was him who’s blushing this time. He bit his bottom lip and then he instantly took the cup of coffee in your shaky hands.

 "Well, this is embarrassing…” He scratched the back of his head, a shy smile was now plastered on his lips.

 You only grinned.

 "Have a good day, Sir!“

 You’re already running back to the coffee shop before he could even respond.

 Namjoon shook his head as he mumbled “Yeah. You too,” to himself.

 The next day, Namjoon was back at the coffee shop again.

 "One large caramel macchiato please…” He cooed as he tapped his fingers on the counter.

 He’s nervous, but your smile calmed him down.

 "Namjoon, right?“ You offered another kind grin as you attempted to write his name on the cup.

 He stopped you by saying: "No. Your name…”

 "Huh?“

 "Your name,” he repeated again.

 You couldn’t help but furrow your brow as you pointed at yourself. “Me? You want me to write my name on your cup?”

 "Yes, because that coffee is for you.“

 "For me? But…” You trailed off.

 Namjoon looked away.

 "The coffee from yesterday is for you too…” He bowed his head because he could feel your deep stare.

Namjoon was shy.

 "Wait…“ You blinked again—clearly not understanding the situation. "So…you didn’t really forget your order on the counter? You actually want to give it to me?”

 He nodded, his head still low.

 "Yeah.“ He bit his lower lip once more, the move made his dimples become more visible. It’s really deep.

 "Why though?”

 He looked at you, his eyes were sparkling and his lips were trembling. Damn. He looked like a lost puppy.

 "Because…“ Namjoon’s lips protruded into a small pout. You had been serving his coffee for quite some time now, but this was the first time he showed interest in you.

 Did he like you?

 The thought made your stomach turn up.

 Namjoon pursed his lips together. He wanted to say that it’s because he liked you and that he wanted to take you out. However, he’s frozen in his feet.

 He’s never really a shy boy, but you made him nervous.

 You cleared your throat.

 "Thank you for the coffee, Mr. Kim Namjoon.”

 He stared at you.

 "Let me just write down my number on your receipt as way of saying thank you.“ You winked at him. "Will that be okay to you?”

 Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat.

 "I’d love that.“

SEQUEL: VELVET AND VALERE

[hueseok]

DEXTERITY + STUPIDITY. ( index. )

━ a drabble collection that features surgical intern!jeongguk x surgical resident!reader as they go through their odd senior-junior relationship, obviously having the hots for each other and yet, goes into twists and turns in order to properly act on it.

general rating: may vary from pg-15, nc-17, to 18+ depending on the part !

general content: fluff, smut, implied / eventual workplace romance au, medical au, noona!reader (age gap is like 4 years)

general warning/s: swearing, explicit sexual content, possibly inaccurate medical stuff hehe sorry my knowledge of it only roots from medical kdramas and grey’s anatomy lmao (if u watch the latter, then jk and yn’s relationship will have similarities with burke and cristina’s hsjahsja)

parts:

━ one | “in which you have a crush on one of the interns you're mentoring, jeongguk, even if it feels wrong and he’s not the type of guy you usually go for (oh, and did we mention that he kind of has a crush on you too?).”

━ two | “in which you think you’re always on the brink of death because of how everything around you just urges you to focus on jeongguk’s hands.”

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blazed | jjk + pjm + ksj + jhs (m)

↣ pairing: jungkook x jimin x reader x seokjin x hoseok (yikes) ↣ genre: smut, crack, slice of life ↣ rating: +18 ↣ warnings: use of recreational drugs, alcohol consumption, sex talk, a circle jerk, sex under the influence of drugs, a trip to the hospital, group masturbation, mutual masturbation, bukkake, fingering, dirty talk, dom!seokjin, dom!jimin, voyeurism, exhibitionism, handjobs, sub!reader, panty kink, gags, cum swallowing, cum play, fivesome ↣ playlist: blazed - ariana grande ft pharell williams // weedman - channel tres // wake up in the sky - kodak black, bruno mars, gucci mane // sudno - molchat doma // deepthroat - cupcakke // freak - doja cat // chasing birds - foo fighters // (habits) stay high - tove lo ↣ summary: Your friends try to cheer you up during Christmastime, but things go south once Hoseok appears with a mysterious brown bag. ↣ notes: yes. this is the circle jerk mentioned in ch. 7 of nutjobs. banner by @kithtaehyung || beta read by @dee-ehn || also I've never been high so pls forgive me for what wrote lmao I did my research I swear || also, forgot to mention, you don't need to read nutjobs before you read this but it's highly encouraged ↣ tagging: @babybinnyboy @cremeandsuga @darlingmulti

“WHEN DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN?” Namjoon panicked, the sudden rise in his tone drawing the attention of several other patrons. Luckily the music was at its loudest, so no one could’ve possibly guessed what they were talking about unless they were super good at lip-reading.

“I don't think you were there, but I can’t remember why. Yoongi was definitely not there. Fuck, I think it was just Jimin, Jin, Hobi, and me,” Jungkook winced.

“Fuck, I must’ve been pretty blazed that night,” Hoseok reflected, gaze lost somewhere on the brick wall behind Jungkook.

“Yeah, it was like a week after the Mark incident. Remember those edibles Jackson gave us?” Jungkook said.

“Not the fucking edibles,” Namjoon cried, burying his face in his palms. “I had to go to the hospital because of that shit! And you’re telling me you had a circle jerk with Y/N while I was lying half-unconscious at the hospital?”

“Hey! I was with you! I drove you there, you fuckin’ prick, show some respect!” Yoongi complained, feigning offense.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I suddenly hate Jackson now, shit.”

Several years before

“You’re gonna be fine, Y/N!” Namjoon rolled his eyes incredulously as you wept on Jimin’s shoulder. Said boy had an arm around you as you sat on his bed, your face puffy from all the crying you’ve done this week. “He was an idiot! How can you even suffer for someone who doesn’t know where China is?”

“You don’t know my struggle!” You cried out, curling further into Jimin’s frame, who only shot daggers at the tall man. “I gave up nearly a year of my life for that dickhead!”

“Exactly, I don’t see why you should be crying for him in the first place!”

Seokjin, who stood by the window watching the snow falling, groaned. “You’re digging yourself deeper, man, just leave her be.”

Namjoon scoffed. “But it’s been a week! She’s cried too much!”

“Did you forget how sad you were when you failed one of your midterms last year? We had to put up with your whining for two weeks straight. And you hadn’t even tanked it! You scored 50 out of 100!” Jungkook seethed from your other side, a comforting hand rubbing your thigh. “If you can whine for two weeks about a failing grade, then she can cry over her cheating ex as long as she wants.”

“Kid’s got a point,” Yoongi said, leaning into the doorframe to Jimin’s bedroom. “Can’t argue with that logic.”

You had initially made plans to spend the weekend at Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok’s apartment for Christmas since Taehyung had flown all the way back to Korea for the holidays. You had begged him to stay, but his parents had insisted he spend Christmas with them, oddly enough, and he couldn’t really say no to them. So tonight, December 23rd, it was just the seven of you.

The weeks leading up to your little escapade had been rather chaotic. In between finals and project due dates, you’d forgotten to warn your now ex-boyfriend, Mark, that you would be spending the holidays with your best friends. Granted, he hadn’t even bothered to think of a plan for the two of you, in fact, he hadn’t even asked what your plans were for Christmas at all.

He hilariously found out a week prior to you coming here when Jungkook mentioned it in passing while you were out celebrating the end of the semester. Of course, he was mad you forgot to tell him, but what happened next was something you would never forget in your lifetime.

He angrily stood up from your table and made his way outside, begging you not to follow him as he just needed some “fresh air,” but after five guilt-ridden minutes, you threw all caution to the wind and went right in his direction, only to catch him on the phone talking to a certain “Wendy” whom he couldn’t wait to take to his parent’s place now that “the bitch” (a.k.a. you) had other plans for Christmas.

Needless to say, your relationship didn’t survive the night. Neither did his nose after Jungkook rightfully punched the living hell out of him. Worst. Night. Ever.

And so, you spent the first week of winter break cooped up in your apartment, locked away from prying eyes and only leaving your bedroom to eat or to go to the bathroom, until Seokjin and Jimin blasted through your doors and dragged you out of your misery, promising bucketloads of ice cream, junk food, and cuddle time with the bros if you came with them.

And now you were finally here, in your fragile emotional state, not being able to keep holding up your emotions unless you were given a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Any flavor would do.

“You just had to have your Facebook open,” Namjoon lamented, glaring at Yoongi. “I thought you unfriended him!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I found out about this today. You failed to keep me on the loop,” Yoongi answered simply.

“You failed to keep up to date,” Namjoon shot back.

“But now I know better, and I unfriended the bastard,” Yoongi countered, then turned to the three of you on Jimin’s bed. “I’m going to order some pizza, what flavor do you want? Please don’t say Hawaiian or I’ll end you.”

“W-What’s wrong with pineapple on pizza?” You whimpered, giving the men before you teary puppy dog eyes.

There was a brief silence, then Yoongi backtracked. “Never mind, sweetheart, I’ll get it for you.” He took out his phone and typed on the Notes app. “One large pineapple pizza. Hoseok will probably want a slice, too.”

“What about us?” Seokjin wondered.

Yoongi eyed the elder and shrugged. “I don’t know… pepperoni?” They nodded. “Cool. I have a call to make. Excuse me.”

The room stayed silent as Jimin wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, Jungkook merely glared at Namjoon, never taking his hand off of you. Seokjin sighed as he made his way to the door.

“Why the hell did Taehyung leave us here? We should’ve packed our bags and dragged Y/N to Korea for Christmas,” he whined.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Not all of us are filthy rich like you.”

“Pay for my ticket and I’ll go,” you sniffed.

“Oh, she still has her sense of humor,” Seokjin smiled. “We still have her, gentlemen.”

You chuckled softly, still sniffling. “You never lost me.”

“Good,” Jimin said, finally letting you go. “Why don’t you change into your PJs and meet us in the living room, hmm? We’ll lay the sleeping bags and everything.”

You weakly nodded, letting Jimin ruffle your hair and stand up. Jungkook scooted closer to you and brought you in for a warm hug. “We’re here for you, alright? Turn that frown upside down,” he said, comically pushing your cheeks upward to resemble a disturbing smile, which eventually won you over. When you genuinely laughed at his efforts, he winked at you and left along with Jimin and the others to give you some privacy.

Right after changing into a large t-shirt and the comfiest sweatpants you owned, you made your way to the living room, where the boys hung up Christmas lights all over the walls and the tiny Christmas tree in the far corner of the room. They were all wearing their pajamas and were waiting for the pizza Yoongi had ordered, with some random movie playing on the TV.

Yoongi smiled at you and patted the spot next to him on the couch, offering you a bowl of popcorn as you sat down. “What are we watching?”

“I have no idea,” Yoongi confessed. “You know I’m game for anything you guys wanna watch-”

“HARRY POTTER MARATHON!” Jungkook screamed from his spot on the floor. “It’s either that or Lord of The Rings and I won’t accept anything different.”

Jimin stared at him like he lost his marbles. “I was about to suggest Christmas movies.”

“Nah, Christmas movies are shit,” said Namjoon, plopping down next to you and grabbing a handful of popcorn. “I say we binge watch The Last Airbender. I have the DVD collection. Or Friends, whatever you want.”

“Or we could watch something new instead of turning into our comfort movies, for once,” Seokjin suggested from his spot in the kitchen, clutching a bottle of water.

“Like what?” You asked.

Seokjin shrugged. “Beats me. I don’t think we should start without Hoseok anyway.”

You blinked and looked around the living room, checking that he, in fact, wasn’t there. “Where is he, by the way?”

“Out buying ‘supplies’ or whatever that is,” Yoongi explained.

“I thought you already went grocery shopping,” you pointed out.

“We did,” Jimin said with a smirk. “Hoseok just forgot the spice and ran out to buy it before Jackson closed his shop.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Wait, Jackson? Wang?You don’t really mean-”

“Yup,” Jimin said, pursing his lips. “He should be back in a minute or two.” A sudden knock startled you. “Ah, speak of the devil,” Jimin clapped his hands, standing up and running towards the door. A bundled-up Hoseok emerged from the other side, proudly clutching a brown paper bag.

“Got the goods! Let’s get this party started,” he said, kicking off his sneakers and handing Jimin the paper bag as he took off his puffy jacket and hung it on the rack.

“You bought weed?” Seokjin asked while coming out of the kitchen.

“Ah!” Hoseok held up a finger. “Not weed, edibles. Happy brownies, if you will.”

“So that’s the spice you were talking about?” You turned to Jimin, who nodded with a sly grin.

“The Devil’s spice,” he replied.

Jungkook frowned. “I thought the devil’s spice was cocaine.”

“Nah, that’s baby powder,” Seokjin laughed.

“Baking soda,” Yoongi continued.

“Powdered sugar,” Namjoon chuckled.

Hoseok cackled at his friends’ endless mockery. “Anyways, I’m gonna go get changed and then we can start this,” he declared, sprinting towards his room.

“Wish Taehyung were here,” Jungkook said. “I’d pay to see him get blazed.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get him next time,” Jimin offered.

Another knock to the door, and this time Yoongi stood up. “Must be the pizza,” he said, fishing his wallet out of his bag by the dining table. Hoseok returned in a hoodie and basketball shorts which he stole from Yoongi years ago.

“We’re gonna need more than that later,” Hoseok said, pointing at the two large pizza boxes Yoongi carried. “Weed opens your appetite.”

“Sounds like a future you problem,” Yoongi said as he placed them on the dining table. “Dinner is served, come get your slices.”

As the rest of you stood up, Hoseok frowned. “You’re not getting high?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I’m not into that stuff. Besides, someone has to be responsible for you shits, and that someone is usually Y/N, but she gets a free pass tonight.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “Oh, right.”

“And, well, the next most serious person in here is me,” Yoongi gloated, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza and munching on it straight away.

Namjoon then approached the two in search of his own slice, but his hand wandered further until he grabbed the paper bag containing the aforementioned brownies. He didn’t expect, however, that Hoseok would abruptly slap his hand away.

“Hey!”

“They’re for dessert, you idiot,” Hoseok scolded. “Go eat your dinner or no brownies for you.”

“Well thanks for the advice, mom,” Namjoon scoffed, hastily grabbing his own slice and disappearing.

As everyone gathered in front of the TV with their pizza slices in hand, you settled into a heated debate over what movie should you watch, which ended in the guys conceding to your wishes to watch one romcom to satiate your breakup needs, but only if you let them choose what to watch later without complaining. So you ended up watching Clueless, munching on your pizza, and chugging an endless amount of cheap beer. When it ended, however, Hoseok stood up and stretched, then grabbed the paper bag and sat back down on the cramped couch.

“Alright,” he said, taking out some brownies wrapped in plastic foil, “I got one for each, though Yoongi already said he wasn’t eating any, so I’ll leave it there for when he eventually caves in to peer pressure and eats it.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. Hoseok began passing the brownies around until everyone had their own piece. “Jackson told me the brownies are pretty laced, so you gotta eat half of it for the right dose, okay? Wait 24 hours to eat the other half otherwise it’s gonna end up bad. Remember we’re trying to be responsible.”

“Got it, chief,” Jungkook said, unwrapping his brownie. “You seem awfully confident.”

Hoseok shrugged. “Yeah, well, unlike you, I’ve done this before.”

Jimin tsked. “We know Tae is our resident stoner, you’re not special, man.”

“Tae smokes, I don’t. Edibles are better and the high lasts way longer,” Hoseok explained. “Now, rookies, remember just to eat half of it. It won’t really kick in for an hour or so. Our bodies react to weed differently, so be aware of that. Got it?” Everyone nodded. “Alright, cheers!”

“Cheers!”

For a laced brownie, you thought it would taste different. More… herbal, perhaps? But no, it tasted like a regular brownie, albeit a bit sweeter than what you were used to. It even had chocolate chips in there!

A small silence ensued as most of you chewed on your dessert. Since there was no knife lying around, you bit until you reached the middle and then wrapped what remained with the plastic, and left it on the coffee table in front of you. “We gotta mark those up,” you suggested. “Just in case.”

“Agreed,” said Namjoon, placing his half next to yours. He sighed and slapped his large hands against his thighs as the rest finished their dose. “Alright, now what?”

Hoseok gave him a look. “We wait,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It doesn’t hit as fast as smoking because you absorb it through your digestive system, so you gotta give it half an hour or perhaps more.”

Namjoon nodded, his leg bouncing anxiously. “Okay,” he muttered weakly, face looking at the floor.

“We should watch a Nolan movie,” Yoongi said a minute later. “Heard they’re a good watch when you’re high.”

“That’s because no one understands Nolan movies,” Seokjin quipped. “I swear that dude snorts cocaine every time he tries to pitch an idea to a studio.”

“Hey, his movies are good!” You defended.

“Yeah, we should watch Inception,” Namjoon said.

“If you want a good mindfuck then I have the one for you,” Jungkook said, standing up and crossing his arms.

“Oh no, here comes the film buff,” Seokjin lamented.

Jungkook scoffed. “I am a film student!”

“In your second year,” Hoseok laughed. “He’s probably gonna convince us to watch Fight Club again.”

“Nah,” Jungkook shook his head. “I’m gonna show you one real mindfuck of a movie.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “Is it an art film?”

“You bet your ass it is,” Jungkook said, walking towards Hoseok’s room and emerging a minute later with his laptop in hand. “The dude who wrote this was on shrooms the entire time. It’s visually stunning and very fucking weird, so it’s perfect to watch while high.”

“Alright movie boy, what movie is it?” You asked.

Jungkook beamed. “It’s called Into The Void, I swear, you’re gonna love it.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Yoongi said, resting his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, his cheek squeezed forcing his lips into a pout. Jungkook rolled his eyes and began to hook his laptop to the TV. When he was done, he searched for the film, which he most probably pirated off of somewhere, knowing him. With a click of the tongue, the screen turned black and the movie began, with Jungkook standing up from his crouching position and running to turn off the lights, then taking back his position on the floor.

At least thirty minutes had passed, and nothing had really happened other than the bizarre events of this trippy movie. You were sure that you didn’t need drugs at all to feel high, this movie was already working wonders to your poor brain.

“Hobi,” Namjoon spoke out of nowhere. The other man hummed. “Are you sure you bought weed brownies?”

Hoseok frowned and turned to him. “What do you mean ‘are you sure’? I bought weed brownies. Jackson sells weed brownies.”

Namjoon shrugged. “I mean… I don’t think they’re working. Are you sure there’s even weed in them?”

“Are you calling Jackson a scammer? He’s my only supplier, dude, and you’ve never had weed in your life,” Hoseok retorted.

“Then why aren’t they working?” Namjoon asked.

“Joon, he explicitly said that it would take between thirty minutes and an hour for the edibles to kick in,” Jimin reasoned.

You nodded. “And not everyone has the same reaction, nor the same resistance. For all we know, your body could take longer to absorb it than ours will.”

Jungkook giggled, and before anyone could say anything else, you froze. Jungkook had always been the type to laugh at weird things like these, but this laugh, no, this giggle, felt very different.

“Kook?” Yoongi asked, poking the youngest in the back with his sock-clad foot. Jungkook only responded with even more worrisome giggles. Jimin frowned, grabbed him by the shoulders, and shook him.

“Dude, you okay?” He asked Jungkook.

Jungkook kept laughing as the movie kept on going, his giggles turning into hysterical cackles the more time went on. His laugh was so contagious that Hoseok and Jimin began laughing alongside him as Namjoon leaned forward to sneakily grab his remaining piece from the coffee table, pretending to laugh alongside them.

“Yup, he’s gone,” Seokjin commented, trying to hold his own chuckles as Jungkook doubled over from the force of his laughter. Somehow, nobody had detected Namjoon’s movements, but you managed to catch him pocketing his remaining dose as he was next to you.

“Joon,” you warned with a low voice. “Don’t.”

Namjoon sighed. “Come on, don’t be serious. This shit is not even tickling me.”

“Because it hasn’t begun tickling!” You hissed. “I don’t feel anything yet, either, and you don’t see me complaining.”

“That’s because you hardly complain,” he argued, unwrapping the other half of his brownie.

“You are impossible,” you huffed. Namjoon only gave you a smug smirk, quickly stuffing the other half into his mouth before anyone else could see him. Luckily, they were too busy recording Jungkook’s weed-induced laughing fit.

“And yet you love me,” Namjoon commented.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t come crying when you get food poisoning or some shit like that.”

He stood up, the plastic wrap balled into his fist, and walked over to the trash bin to discard it, then plopped back down on the couch with a satisfied grin. “Don’t tell Hoseok or he’ll have my head.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll kill you first once we drive you to the hospital.”

“Aish, come on,” he clicked his tongue. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me.”

Namjoon threw up into the toilet for the third time. His stomach was probably empty from all the contents he spilled, and he was now throwing up bile. Hoseok gently rubbed his shoulders and helped him sit upright when he was done, wincing at the foul stench. Seokjin, one hand pinching his nose to avoid smelling the vomit, flushed the toilet and then handed Namjoon an open bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“I fucking told you, but you wouldn’t listen,” Hoseok said, trying to fight off the lightheadedness for Namjoon’s sake. The tall man looked pale, having thrown up his dinner and most probably his lunch too. He groaned, eyes screwed shut to try and stop everything from spinning around him, but it just wouldn’t suffice.

“And now I’m glad I didn’t eat that,” Yoongi said, leaning on the doorway. “Y/N’s waiting out there so she can smack you.”

“Wha-?”

“Dear fucking god,” Yoongi lamented as Seokjin laughed uncontrollably. Hoseok, as always, couldn’t contain his laugh as well and joined the eldest, the two men sounding like dying hyenas. Glancing at the living room, where the movie had been paused and the rest of you were busy laughing at a recording of Namjoon’s very strange behavior five minutes ago. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

With a sigh, he took it upon himself to be the responsible one, and grabbed Namjoon’s arms to help him up. “I’m taking you to the hospital,” he groaned, trying to pull him up to no avail. With a deadly glare, Hoseok and Seokjin helped pull Namjoon up, constantly groaning at how heavy he was. Namjoon, weakly leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder, had drool coming out of his mouth and whined endlessly. “Yup, I’m taking you to the ER. Can you dumbasses help me?”

Hoseok babbled. “B-But how are you gonna take him?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Easy. Y/N’s car.”

“I doubt she’ll let you take it, man,” Seokjin reminded. “She loves that car.”

“And she trusts me,” Yoongi argued, slinging Namjoon’s heavy arm over his shoulders, cursing himself for being so small and lanky. “Y/N!”

“Yeah?” You yelled from the living room.

“Can I borrow your car? I’m taking Joon to the ER.”

There was a small silence, and then you practically ran towards them, your eyes bloodshot and spaced out, but somehow focused on the situation at hand. It looked like the weed didn’t hit you as hard as it did the rest, or at least you were very good at pretending you weren’t that high. “Is it that bad?”

“He has food poisoning, and he overdosed. I don’t think he can throw up more than this, but… I don’t know. I wanna take him, just to be sure. Don’t want anything worse to happen.”

You paused, then nodded, worry etched in your gaze. “Okay. Guys,” you turned to Jimin and Jungkook. “Help us take Joon downstairs, we’re taking him to the hospital.”

“Nah, no, forget about that. You guys are high. Who knows what could happen with you out there? I can’t risk anything worse happening, so I’m taking Joon by myself. You can help stuff him into the car, but that’s as far as I’m willing to let you out of the house,” Yoongi said.

Hoseok chuckled. “Bro, this isn’t even your house.”

“Shut up. I’m sober, I have authority here,” he declared. Hoseok shot you a worried look and you shrugged.

Namjoon was too weak to even walk, so Jungkook and Seokjin, the second strongest after him, were tasked with the brunt of the work: carrying Namjoon. The rest of you made sure he wouldn’t slip their grasps as you took the stairs. Now, carrying the man-tree you had for a friend was one thing, but doing it while high was a completely different ordeal. Namjoon was the heaviest out of all of you, proudly packing all his weight in pure muscle, but to your friends, who most of them were lightweights, it posed a problem.

On the way to the first floor, Jungkook and Seokjin let Namjoon fall a total of three times.

The rest of you were there to hilariously help him up, the weed-induced laughing fit strong enough to strip you of your inner strength. But you made do. You just hoped Namjoon, who had passed out before you reached the boys’ doorway and was pretty much unconscious at this point. You just hoped he wouldn’t reach the ER with a concussion.

In the end, you managed to stuff Namjoon into the backseat, but not without Jungkook falling onto his butt in the middle of the sidewalk and Jimin filming it all. You and Seokjin offered to accompany Yoongi in case anything went wrong, but Yoongi shrugged it off and said he was fine, that if you truly wanted to help then you had to make sure you wouldn’t burn the house down. So you patted him in the back and sent him off in your car.

In silence, the five of you trekked back into the apartment and scattered in the living room. The movie was still on pause, but no one was in the right mindset to keep watching it.

You, along with Jimin, were gazing at the ceiling while lying on the floor. “I’m bored,” you said after nearly ten minutes of nothingness.

“I don’t wanna keep watching the movie, I think it will give me a headache if I keep doing that,” Jimin said.

“Yoongi did suggest watching a Nolan film,” you argued, the ceiling spinning around you. You felt like floating.

“Anyone hungry?” You heard Seokjin yelling from the kitchen. “We still have cookies!”

“And beer!” Hoseok added.

You briefly eyed Jimin, who wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Bring it!”

Hoseok and Seokjin then appeared with large packs of Chips Ahoy and several beer cans, handing you one each. They got comfortable on the couch while you rested your head in between Seokjin’s legs. He absentmindedly stroke your hair, and while you would normally hesitate to let anyone touch it, he had the privilege of going a bit (read: a lot) further with you, given your past history together.

Munching on your cookies, you let your eyes rest on the paused movie. “So what do we do now?”

Jimin shrugged. “Beats me, I’m too baked to even care.”

“To be honest, I don’t think you’re baked,” Hoseok said. “You sound too sober.”

“No, no, I think he is,” Seokjin said, poking Hoseok in his thigh. “Sober Jimin would be suggesting things to do, he’s not doing that.”

“Also, sober Jimin would probably suggest we watch an erotic thriller or something like that,” Jungkook laughed, eyes closed as he lied comfortably with his head in your lap. “Sober Jimin is the horniest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!” Jimin protested. “Are you suggesting weed takes off my sex appeal?”

“I’m saying getting high makes you boring,” Jungkook said. “I wanna do something crazy.”

“Yeah, but you heard Yoongi,” you argued. “No setting the house on fire and shit.”

“There’s a long way between arson and harmless fun,” Seokjin muttered after taking a swig of his beer. “By the way, this is the most relaxed I’ve felt in years. My limbs feel like jelly.”

“Say ‘thank you, Hoseok’,” Hoseok beamed proudly. “This is the best idea I’ve had in months.”

“Of course, if it weren’t for Namjoon being stubborn, like always,” Jimin commented.

You agreed, and the room felt into a comfortable silence, with everyone munching on their cookies slowly, savoring the chocolate chips as if they mana. Somehow, the weed made the flavor stand out more, but you sure felt like a bottomless barrel, going from packet to packet and taking long swigs of your beer. So much that, after fifteen minutes of silent eating, you were feeling even more lightheaded.

“Ugh, I’m horny,” Jungkook muttered at some point, at which you all stopped in your tracks and stared at the youngest. “Haven’t had my dick wet in weeks.”

Hoseok laughed. “Kook’s gotten bold, huh? Who would’ve known.”

Jimin smirked, bringing the beer bottle (his fifth, probably) to his lips and taking a swig. “He hasn’t been the same since Y/N sucked him off at that frat party last year.”

You blushed. “I just tried to help a bro out.”

“Yeah, sure, no hetero,” Seokjin joked, prompting all of you to explode in maniacal cackles. “Just helping a homie out, no problem.”

“Hey, I didn’t see you complaining whenever I sucked you off,” you shot back. Jimin laughed, and you turned to him. “You too! You’re not special.”

“Damn, Y/N, sorry my dick is too bomb,” Jimin said.

“Not gonna lie, I envy you,” Hoseok said. “You can just call Jin or Jimin when you’re horny and have your itch scratched, no strings attached. Wish I could have that.”

“Ditto,” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes still shut. “When was the last time any of you three had sex?”

“Uhh, I don’t remember… was it last week? I don’t know. Hooked up with some guy from my history of dance class. His dick was toobig. Nearly ruptured my ass. I’m still recovering,” Jimin said candidly.

Seokjin just shrugged. “Actually, I’ve been too caught up in my finals I kinda shut myself off in that aspect. Couldn’t even get it up from the stress.”

Hoseok hissed. “Yikes, that’s rough.”

Then they all turned to you. “Oh come on, you already know the answer. One year wasted on Mark’s sorry ass, yadda yadda.”

“Was it bad sex?” Jungkook inquired.

You grimaced. “It was… alright? Honestly, I’ve had better sex. I stayed with him because I thought we could make things work and because I thought he genuinely loved me, but… eh. What can I do now?”

Seokjin patted your head affectionately as you opened a new pack of cookies. “So, genuine question. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

You paused. “Is it just for me or for everyone in this room?”

He shrugged. “Everyone’s welcome to answer.”

Jungkook opened his eyes and turned to you. “Oooh the best sex I’ve ever had was when I went to Comic-Con in October and I hooked up with this Black Widow cosplayer. She never really told me her name, but she had the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. She was pure evil, honestly.”

“Why? What did she do?” Hoseok asked.

“Honestly, I don’t remember what it was, exactly. I guess I came so hard it wiped out my memory. All I remember is pure bliss,” he added with a smile.

Hoseok laughed. “Wow. The best sex I’ve ever had was that one time I had a threesome with my ex and another girl. We had a good time.”

“Oooh, mine was the one and only orgy I’ve ever been to,” Jimin said, to your surprise. “What?” He said after looking at your expressions. “I said it’s the only one I’ve ever been to. It was during Valentine’s Day.”

Seokjin squinted. “How many people were there?”

Jimin counted silently with his fingers. “About… nine people?”

“Holy shit,” you said. “Best sex I’ve ever had was with this guy.” You pointed at Seokjin with your thumb.

Seokjin gave you a dumb smile. “I can gladly say the same,” he said, ruffling your hair.

“You know… before I started dating Mark, when we were still fuckbuddies, I remember that one time we broke your bed.”

“Ah, yes, I remember,” he said with a grimace. “Just so you know, I still have my mattress on the floor.”

“You’re kidding,” you chuckled.

“Honey, if it weren’t for my parents’ money, I’d be penniless,” he remarked with a laugh. “I’ll get a better bed once I start making money,” he added. “Though if you’re willing to help me trash the mattress, I’m available.”

“Pfft. Sure, why the hell not.” You laughed.

“Alright,” Hoseok clapped. “Now I’m sad, I got no one to hook up with.”

“You can hook up with me,” Jimin offered with a wink.

“Or we can jerk in a circle like we do sometimes,” Jungkook blurted out, earning a swift kick in the ribs courtesy of Jimin, and the other two men urging him to shut up.

You frowned at the forced secrecy. “Wait… you guys… have circle jerks?”

“Uhh,” Jungkook started, his cheeks flushed. “I mean… yeah?”

“Jungkook, I swear to god,” Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you don’t shut up.”

“Nah, you shut up, I wanna hear this. It’s new information! How come you guys never told me?”

Jimin frowned. “Why on earth would you like to listen to us talking about gathering in a room and jerking off?”

“Because that’s kinda like an orgy, but not an orgy.”

“No, it’s not! It’s a circle jerk! The Beatles did it!” Jungkook protested.

“We are not the Beatles, Kook,” Seokjin reminded. “Look, Y/N, it’s something that’s happened like, I don’t know, maybe three or four times and it’s always unplanned.”

“Yeah, we’re not going to hit the group chat and be like, ‘hey, wanna sit in a room and have a contest to see who cums last?’ That’s not how it works,” Hoseok said.

You pouted. “I don’t know, I feel like I’m offended because I didn’t know of this.”

Jimin laughed. “What?”

“Well, it is a bonding experience, knowing what your dicks look like,” Jungkook said, and Jimin kicked him again. “Ow!”

“What, do you wanna have a circle jerk now?” Seokjin joked.

“I mean, we can put porn on the TV, see where that takes us- please don’t hit me!” Jungkook screamed as Jimin was preparing to kick him again.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I watched porn with any of you,” you laughed. “I remember that one time Jin and I sat down and dissected a porn movie like we were film critics.”

“I gave the writing a zero, but a ten for the cinematography,” Seokjin laughed.

“Eight for the actors, nine for the choreo, though,” you said.

“Okay, so wanna watch porn?” Jungkook offered.

“You’re just trying to rope us into another circle jerk, aren’t you?” Jimin asked.

“I’m down,” you declared. “We’re high, not like it matters. I can’t feel my feet.”

“We’ve got verbal approval from the queen,” Jungkook said, sitting up with a sheepish smile and crawling towards his laptop. “Give me a site.”

“PornHub, duh,” Hoseok said.

Jimin glared at him. “I can’t believe you’re on board with this.”

“Get on with the times, dude, live a little,” Hoseok said. “If you don’t wanna do it, you can lock yourself up in your room.”

“No way,” Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’m kinda horny too.”

“Ahh, there it is,” Seokjin smiled. “Sit your ass down.”

Jungkook scoured the website in incognito mode. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Anything, honestly,” Seokjin said.

“A threesome,” Hoseok said, a little too eager. “DP.”

“Oh, wow, spicy,” Jungkook grinned, typing in the search bar. “Any special requests, Jimin and Y/N?”

“Nah, DP is good,” you said. Jimin just shrugged and agreed.

“Fine,” Jungkook said, clicking on the first video that appeared, a yoga instructor mock-teaching a young couple. “I hope you’re ready for my colorful commentary.”

“Ooh, another round of film critique?” You joked.

“You guys have never masturbated while high, it’s a whole experience in and of itself,” Hoseok commented,

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “We’ve never beenhigh, period.”

“Shhh!” Jimin said. “It’s starting, we should pay attention to the dialogue.”

“Oh, sure, because the dialogue is soimportant,” you protested, placing your food aside and paying attention to the screen, where the woman, a tall, slender, busty redhead, looked conflicted between the hot, muscly instructor and her equally hot, beefy partner.

It didn’t take long for the action to start, with the woman being pinned down to her yoga mat and one of the men ripping her pants off in a very cliché move. You didn’t dare to look at the others at first, but you were hyper-aware of Seokjin’s hand combing your hair back, your head caged in between his legs. From your peripheral view, Jungkook discreetly rubbed his crotch, and Jimin stirred constantly next to you.

“Not gonna lie,” you mentioned as the instructor buried his face on the redhead’s pussy, while she went down on the other guy. “That’s kinda hot.”

“Hmm? You’d like to be sandwiched between two guys?” Seokjin said, leaning closer and dipping his hand to massage your neck. It was a small gesture, but you were tense enough that the slightest touch on your skin had your pussy quivering.

“Uhh, I-”

“Bet she would,” Jimin answered cockily.

“Shut up,” you said, poking him in the shoulder. “And to answer your question, yes, I would.”

“Hmm, good to know,” Seokjin responded.

“Honestly, threesomes are awesome. You should try it sometime,” Hoseok said.

You turned to him. “What, with you?”

He blushed. “Wh- I, uh, I-I-”

“Relax, I’m kidding,” you said after watching him nearly eat his words.

Seokjin’s hand landed on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Hey, come up.”

You craned your head backward to look at his half-lidded eyes. “Huh?”

He spread his legs wider as the woman on the screen squirted all over the instructor’s face. “Come here, you’ll be more comfortable.”

You highly doubted that, but the horniness inside you prompted you to do as told. Seokjin never failed to give you a good time. Sitting in between his legs, you could feel the hardness in his pants pressing up against the curve of your ass. His hands stroke your thighs, only the thick fabric of your sweatpants preventing you from feeling all of him, yet still enough to give you goosebumps all over.

“Okay, so how do you normally do this?” You asked.

Jimin snorted. “You sound like a virgin.”

“Shut up, she’s a circle jerk virgin,” Jungkook said, lying back down on the floor, his cock tenting his loose blue shorts.

Hoseok chuckled. “Basically you just jerk off and that’s it. There’s no science to it. No judging, no shame. Have a go at it.”

You blushed. “Don’t you get self-conscious?”

“I did, at first,” Jimin said. “But then it keeps happening and you sort of lose your sense of modesty around them. Just like we have no filter when talking about these kinds of stuff, we just… don’t feel ashamed being naked around each other.”

“Look at it as a bonding experience,” Hoseok offered.

“A very hands-on bonding experience,” Jungkook laughed. “Besides, you’ve pretty much seen three out of four dicks here. What’s another going to do to you?”

You shrugged. Seokjin laughed. “As far as I know you haven’t seen her cooch.”

“Stop calling my vagina cooch, Jin,” you scoffed.

“Okay, so you’ve seen three-fourths of the dicks here, and out of those three, only two have looked at your hoo-ha,” Seokjin concluded.

“Somehow that makes it sound worse,” you said, laughing nervously.

Jungkook sighed and lifted his hips so he could take off his shorts, revealing his Spider-Man print boxers. At the sight, the rest of you started quietly laughing, but Jungkook noticed it right away. “I wasn’t planning to do this, okay? I would’ve worn something more serious.”

“Sure, Kook,” Hoseok said. “Alright, everyone, pants off!”

“Why are you making it sound like a sport?” You asked.

“Jerking off for men is, sometimes, a daily activity. We just like to add a bit of spice to it,” Hoseok answered.

“We also get competitive,” Jungkook said while stretching his arms. “It just makes it fun. Like I said, a bonding experience.”

“Oh, this is getting interesting,” Jimin commented, eyes glued to the screen as he palmed his growing bulge. Hoseok was in the process of removing his sweatpants as the two actors on screen took turns in fucking the woman’s mouth.

Seokjin leaned closer to you, his thick, luscious lips hovering close to the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Do you need help, baby?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling the heat crawling up your body and wetness pooling in between your legs. “Do you want to help?”

He smirked, gently nipping at the conch of your ear. “You know very well I’d never say no to you.”

The woman on the screen was on all fours, on top of her instructor, who fucked her pussy while the other actor behind her fingered her ass. Jungkook had already taken his dick out, eyes stuck to the TV as he slowly dragged his hand along the length.

Hoseok sat lazily next to you, his naked thighs clenching whenever his fingers grazed the tip of his cock, his torso still covered by his large hoodie as the room was still rather cold, despite the temperature being adjusted.

Jimin was the only one who decided to go fully bare, taking off his sweater and yanking his pants and underwear down in one go, only leaving his socks on as he pushed his hair back with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

Seokjin’s hands trod dangerously close to the hem of your shirt, and you decided that it was too late to back out (not like you wanted to do so in the first place), so you took a deep breath. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Have a go at it,” you simply said, leaning back until your back was pressed to his chest. In a surprising turn of events, he grabbed one of your hands and guided it back until you came into contact with his cloth-covered boner, and you understood immediately what he wanted.

“An eye for an eye,” he simply said, and you nodded. He made it easier for you and took his cock out of his shorts, helping you blindly wrap your hand around his impressive girth and begin to stroke. He shut his eyes with bliss and buried his head on your neck. “Fuck, I missed that. I’m glad you broke up with that asshole boyfriend of yours.”

“What, so you could have me like this?”

He pressed small kisses to your neck. “In every position you can dream of, baby.”

You smirked. “Alright, I’ll take that.”

With a low, hearty chuckle, his hand delved inside your sweatpants and past the elastic of your underwear. “Spread your legs a little more, baby,” he commanded, spreading his legs in turn to give you more space. “Look at the TV, tell me what you see.”

Your breath was shaky with anticipation. “Umm, t-the woman is on all fours. She’s getting- oh!”

One of his fingers grazed your clit lightly, then with a bit more force until you hung your head low and gasped for air, cursing. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” said Seokjin.

He pressed the pad of his finger on your clit. “S-she’s getting fucked in the ass. In both holes-”

“Would you like that? To get fucked in both holes?” He muttered into your ear as his fingers gathered all the wetness pooling in your cunt. You whimpered, low enough for him to hear clearly. “You would,” he mused, smirking. His cock felt hot in your hand. Hot and pulsing.

“Yes, I would,” you said, biting your lower lip as Seokjin slid a finger inside your aching, wet cunt.

“Shit, you’re so wet, Y/N, you’re nasty,” he mumbled so only you could hear. You briefly looked down to see his hand shoved inside your sweatpants, but when you looked up, you noticed Jungkook’s eyes trained on you.

When Seokjin curled his finger inside you, you shut your eyes in pleasure and nearly doubled over, letting out a loud moan that caught the other guys’ attention.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok muttered, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“Oh, this is better than the porno,” Jimin licked his lips.

Your grip on Seokjin faltered as he slipped in a second finger. Clenching tight around him, he hissed. “You like the attention, huh? Such an attention whore.”

He felt so good inside you, pumping in and out endlessly at the perfect pace, not too fast, not too slow, enough for you to relish the drag of his crooked fingers. Out of breath, you could only nod, and your hips buckled involuntarily in the search for even more friction.

“Take her pants off,” Jungkook mumbled.

Seokjin considered it for a moment, but you were already sold on the idea. “What do you think, baby? Want them to watch while I fuck you with my fingers?”

Hands trembling, you nodded, trying your best to focus on jerking off Seokjin properly.

Somehow, the weed made every sensation increase tenfold. Every stroke, every drag, you could feel it in your bones. It made you lightheaded, giving you a sensation of floating atop the fluffiest clouds, pure bliss.

Seokjin nipped at your ear. “Didn’t hear you.”

“Y-Yes,” you whined, lost in the sensation.

Then he turned towards Jimin. “Help me here.”

Jimin nodded, releasing his hard cock and scooting closer to you, grabbing the waistband of your sweatpants and pulling them along with your underwear in one swift move. When it reached your ankles, you simply lifted them up and Jimin threw them to the side, helping you spread your legs further so everyone could see.

And, fucking hell, was it a sight.

Hoseok scooted closer to the two of you, gazed locked on Seokjin’s fingers disappearing inside your cunt, the squelch loud enough to cut through the porno on the TV. He tugged on his cock as you began to lose it, your moans getting louder and louder until Seokjin slipped a third finger and your legs began to tremble.

“Oh m-my g-god, Jin,” you moaned, the pleasure consuming you quickly. You released his cock this time, your mind clouded and unable to focus on more than two things at once. The sensations overwhelmed you.

Seokjin’s other hand slipped underneath your shirt to squeeze one of your breasts. “Oh, no bra? You’re so naughty, Y/N. Were you hoping one of us would notice?”

You responded with a whimper, eyes screwed shut with pleasure while the others jacked off to the sight.

“She’s so tight around me, guys, I think she likes the attention. Right, Y/N?” Seokjin said. “Bet you would love it if all of us came all over you, hmm? You’re such a fucking nasty little slut, I bet you’re thinking about it right now.”

And he was so right.

All it took for you to want it was for Seokjin to plant the idea inside your brain, to just mention it in passing. And now it was all you wanted, and you were so close to cumming, just the mental image of it was enough to get you going.

“Y-Yes, shit,” you whined.

“Fuck, are you serious?” Jimin asked with wide eyes, furiously jacking off.

“This is better than any porno, I’ll give you that,” Jungkook joked, eliciting laughs from all of you. “I didn’t know you were so filthy, Y/N.”

Seokjin smirked. “Why, I trained her, Kook. You should know better than to question her, because if you do so, you question me.”

“Calm down, Satan,” Hoseok pushed the elder with his foot jokingly.

Seokjin glared at him and said, “Put your foot down or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I’ll tie you up to your bedpost.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare. Besides, you don’t have the ropes.”

Seokjin smirked. “I don’t need ropes to tie-”

“Shut up! You’re ruining the mood,” you snapped.

“I thought I told you to keep quiet,” Seokjin quipped.

You frowned. “No, you didn’t.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Jimin, pass me her panties.”

“Ooh, you gonna gag her?”

Seokjin placed a sonorous kiss on your ear just to annoy you, slowing down the pace of his fingers. “If my lady agrees.”

“I hate you,” you laughed.

“So that’s a yes?”

“Just hurry up and make me cum,” you nodded.

“That’s a yes, Jimin, gag her.”

Jimin licked his lips with anticipation, crawling until he reached your discarded clothes and then going back in front of you, crumpling your panties into a ball, and stuffing it in your awaiting mouth.

With a sadistic smile, Seokjin continued. “Nice. Now, be a good girl and cum for us, alright?”

You closed your eyes and nodded, and Seokjin began to increase the pace again, curling his fingers deep inside of you until he located your g-spot, then continuing to hit that spot until you saw stars, grinding his palm on your clit for even more friction. You just couldn’t help yourself.

Despite the fact that you’d been gagged, you couldn’t fight the cries and moans of pleasure that Seokjin tore from your mouth, and soon you were cumming, your legs shaking wildly as your walls spasmed around him.

“Yes, there you go, baby, let go, like that,” Seokjin smiled, slowing down his thrusts but still going deep to help you ride out your high. Your eyes were teary and your mind was on cloud nine; the world kept spinning around you the more your orgasm was prolonged. You’d never came like this, so raw, so weird. If you felt like floating before, you were now levitating, traveling across outer space, and it was hard to bring you down now.

“Good girl,” Seokjin whispered to your ear, gently withdrawing his fingers from you and inspecting how they glimmered under the stark white light of the living room, covered in your juices. Releasing your breasts from his hold, he took the gag out of your mouth and rubbed your back affectionately. “You okay?”

You still felt giddy, but you managed to answer with a short nod and a cute laugh, which proved to be enough for him. “Wanna keep going?” You nodded again.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. Guys,” he barked. “Help her down. Our dear Y/N is going to kneel on the floor and watch us jack off, and let us cum on her face like a good girl, right Y/N? Use your words, baby,” Seokjin commanded. Jimin and Jungkook grabbed you and helped you kneel in the middle of the room, while Seokjin stood up and stretched.

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle. Now that you were satisfied, you seemed like a whole different person, so pliant and submissive and willing.

Hoseok and the others got up too, with the dancer eyeing the large t-shirt you wore. “Wait, why don’t you take off your shirt? If we’re gonna cum on your face that shit will probably end up on your shirt too… Unless you brought another shirt.”

You shrugged, grinning. “If I take off my shirt, you all have to take off your shirts.”

Jungkook shrugged and quickly slipped off his hoodie. “Seems fair.” Hoseok followed suit, with Seokjin stripping naked in record time, his large cock reddened and angry from misuse. You suddenly felt bad for not getting him off, but his eyes told you he didn’t mind. Seokjin lived to please, always willing to put off his own pleasure for his partner’s sake. It’s probably what made him so good in bed.

Now the four men stood in a circle around you, their cocks pointing at you like arrows -- this was the sluttiest you’d ever felt in your life. You honestly wanted to blame the edibles for it, but you knew you’d somehow find yourself in such a predicament at some point in life. At least you were glad it was with people you trusted.

Hoseok knelt down and grabbed the hem of your shirt. “Arms up, doll,” he said, lifting your shirt off once you did so. The men before you watched in awe as your breasts bounced as you moved, a sight that prompted Jungkook to furiously grasp his cock and jack off at the speed of light.

Following the youngest, the rest began to masturbate at the same pace in near silence, often letting out a soft grunt or a pant, the only sounds you could hear was the porno playing in the background, forgotten, and their heavy breathing.

“Fuck, fuck, okay, I’m about to cum,” Jungkook hissed, “Y/N, get ready, alright?”

You shifted in your place, straightening your back and presenting yourself as pliant as you could. “Okay.”

His abdomen clenched and he almost doubled over, letting out a string of curse words as cum began to leak out of his cock, with most of it landing on your chest, rather than your face.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Hoseok grunted, grasping his cock tightly as spurts of hot cum splattered your right cheek. “Oh shit.” He grabbed Seokjin’s shoulder with his free hand to keep the balance, emptying all of him over you.

Seokjin shrugged Hoseok’s hand away and stroked your matted hair, then tangled his crooked fingers and tugged until you looked at him. “Open your mouth, baby.”

Ever pliant, you did as told, your weak conscience in the back of your mind musing at how dirty you were, but you didn’t care. With his chest heaving, Seokjin pumped his cock at a rapid pace, and you excitedly poked your tongue out to receive what he gave you.

“Look at her, Jin, she’s so cock-hungry. Already came and she still wants more, huh?” Jimin said, looking at you darkly.

“Is that so, baby? Hoseok and Jungkook already came all over you and you still want more?”

You nodded eagerly, never closing your mouth, and without much further ado, Seokjin placed the tip of his cock on your tongue while Jimin inched closer to you, and both men came back-to-back.

Jimin released so much cum that it stained your other cheek and trailed down your neck, towards your chest, his face scrunched up as he kept stroking his cock and milked it for all its worth, letting out a litany of curses and moans.

Seokjin, however, grunted and growled possessively as he emptied himself all over your mouth, keeping a steady grip on your hair and making sure you caught it all, and like the good girl you were, you made sure you wouldn’t spill a drop.

“That’s it, such a good girl, fuck,” he panted, watching with awe as you closed your mouth and suckled on his tip, which in turn coaxed even more cum out of him until he had nothing left to give.

When he was done, he tilted your chin up and wiped a stray drop of semen that leaked from your lips. “Open,” he commanded, and you showed him the cum that still pooled on your tongue. Satisfied, he smirked. “Now, be a good girl for me and swallow.”

With a devious grin that matched his, you closed your mouth and did as told, then proudly showing him your tongue when you finished. “Goddamn, you’re filthy.”

“I learned from the best,” you gloated.

“You guys,” Hoseok panted, sprawled on the couch, his dick soft. “You guys are nasty.”

“Not gonna lie, I feel nasty,” you joked.

“Well of course you are. You’re covered in semen, you need a shower,” Jungkook pointed out, lying back down on the floor, one arm draped over his eyes. “I think we all do.”

Jimin was still standing up, hands on his hips. “You can take my shower,” he said to you, helping you stand up on wobbly legs while Seokjin tried to keep you steady. “Or I can help you if you feel like you can’t stand.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s better. Can I use your shampoo?”

Jimin smiled. “Sure.” Then he looked at Seokjin. “I’ll take it from here.”

The eldest nodded, patting the younger on the shoulder. “She’s all yours. Now,” he turned to the others. “Rock, paper, scissors to decide who showers in Hoseok’s bathroom.”

After showering and being cared for by Jimin, he lent you one of his hoodies and some loose shorts, and after getting dressed, the two of you came back into the living room to find everything organized, with new sheets and comforters strewn on the floor, and the pleasant scent of lavender Febreeze entering your nostrils.

Seokjin appeared from the kitchen, shirtless and with wet hair, carrying a large bottle of Coca-Cola and a big bag of Doritos. When he saw you, he smiled and held the food proudly. “Comfort food to comfort the baby.”

You returned the smile. “Ugh, I love you. I’m so hungry right now.”

Jungkook, who decided to keep his hoodie but switch to sweatpants as well, walked into the living room while drying his hair with a towel. “Hobi said we’d get the munchies, so we decided to stock up on food. We have a lot more in the kitchen since he ran out to get more food. He’s in the shower now.”

Sitting on the floor next to an assortment of pillows, you said, “When he comes out I’m gonna give him a big fat kiss.”

Jimin sat down next to you, chuckling. “So, a Nolan film?”

“I propose Inception,” Seokjin said, sitting down on your other side and offering you the large bag of Doritos. “Or maybe Batman.”

“Batman isn’t enough of a mindfuck,” Jungkook countered loudly, walking over to the kitchen to grab more snacks.

“But we’ve fucked enough already, I’m ready to see Batsy kick some ass,” you argued.

“We could watch Memento,” the youngest suggested from the kitchen.

“Maybe Interstellar?” Hoseok chimed in from the corridor, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still dripping wet.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” you pointed out. The rest promptly agreed.

Hoseok went back to his room to change, and by the time he came out, Jungkook was already setting up the movie. In the end, the five of you ended up cuddling on the floor, gorging on all the food you bought, and still wanting more.

“Yoongi hasn’t called,” Jimin mumbled midway through the movie, his eyelids droopy and head resting on your lap as you absentmindedly stroked his hair.

“They’re fine,” Hoseok yawned, hugging Taehyung’s abandoned Totoro plushie and scooting closer to Jungkook for warmth. “He said he’d call if he needed us. He hasn’t called, so you can imagine…”

The rest of you agreed, slowly getting dizzier and dizzier until sleep began to overtake you, and tangled in a mess of limbs, hair, and warmth, the five of you fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.

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Pairings: batman!namjoon X catwoman!reader | Genre:Fluff, slight smut | Trope: batman!au | NSFW: PG-18 | WARNINGS: light smut, fondling, licking, injury mentioned,  | Word Count: 2.9k

a/n: a grateful gift from me because i have 1k followers omg! hope you enjoy this! stay safe and healthy. thank you.

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He is a man of control. Born from a long lineage of money and power, Namjoon rarely faced hardship. Gotham city practically bows down to his family, the Kim. How powerful his family is? Well his family is in charge of the dam that was built to run the electricity all over the city, lines of banks and corporate companies are ruled under the Kims too. It was believed that the very first generation of Kim was the founder of Gotham city. A city built from a wasteland to the most lavish city in the world.

But everything comes with a price.

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there you are | jjk

(header made by my best baby, the talented and most amazing, the genius, miss @vanillagguk​)

Pairings: Alpha!jungkook X Omega!Reader | Genre:Fluff, smut | Trope: ABO AU | NSFW | Warnings: soft abo dynamic, soft alpha jungkook, he is ripped doe! huge cock ehem, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talking,(she tried!) oral (f&m receiving), nipple play, biting, praise, shy reader, omega reader must be taught things bcs she is a little straightforward, passing out, fever, heat, knot, impreg kink (brief), big dog, overprotective yoongi, super caring older brother-ish yoongi, soft yoongi with his wife, whipped kookoo, grinding, fondling all the juicy stuff | Word Count: 13.4k

Summary: Everyone around him found their mates already and he is very anxious about his. Out of all scenarios he had imagined, it didn’t cross his mind that his omega comes into his house as the shy fried chicken delivery girl, under his big pet dog.  

➳ apart of Golden Closet Net’s Jungkook Birthday Project

➳ AU [werewolves au / ABO au] | prompts [“You’re sick and I’m taking care of you and that’s final.”]

a/n: finally TT3TT i finished this fic! i am free now! no i still have some fics to finish hehe but phew i want to make a pwp fic but my hands slipped…please let me know if you enjoy it, hate it or whatever. feed my attention seeker soul. wanna thank my best baby @vanillagguk​ for not only making me a perfect banner! but also for always listening to me! i had fun writing this i hope you enjoy it! adios. (i swear i wanna say something cool but it’s 2 am.) also umm unedited. 

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“Just like that?” Jungkook’s eyes are even wider now.

“Yup, we just locked eyes and we know. We’re each other’s mates.” Jimin smiles until his eyes are crinkled shut. Jungkook can almost feel he’s vibrating with happiness.

“Lucky,” Jungkook meant it but somehow there’s a tinge of jealousy in his voice and Jimin’s smile turns into a frown for his dear friend. 

“Your time will come Jungkook. And I promise you that all this waiting will be worth it.” coaxed Jimin. The younger boy just nodded with a smile. Jungkook believes in his destiny but he just wants to meet his mate now. Everyone around him already settled down with their mates and Jungkook longed for that. 

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LIKE AN OLD FILM REEL –drabble

Like an Old Film Reel (18+) –2k words

   ✎  coworker!jimin x coworker!reader

   ✎  angst

   ⚠︎︎  implied sexual content, alcohol consumption, implied cheating, destructive behavior, insecurities, toxic relationship, exes

The one thing you asked of him before you decided to give the guy a chance was for him to never doubt you; to have complete faith and trust in you. It was the only way your new relationship could work. And he promised you that.

Jimin had been pursuing you at work for months, asking you out every chance he got. Your friends cautioned you about him though. They said he was a good guy but that he had many insecurities and they’d never seen him in a serious relationship before.

Oh, how cliché; the hot nephew of the CEO a playboy?

But, like a powerful magnet, your attraction to each other was inevitable. You couldn’t deny it was physical at first. He was gorgeous; plush lips, captivating eyes, and an incredible physique. Apart from all of that though, he had an amazing personality. The way he carried himself was sexy. He seemed sure of everything he did and sure of himself, and that to you, was very attractive. It was all a facade though, and soon, that facade would come crumbling down.

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ruin you | kth & jjk (m)

Summary: “His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

When your boyfriend Jungkook first suggested a threesome between him, you and his best friend, all of this was definitely not what you’d expected.

pairing: Taehyung x female reader x Jungkook

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff if you squint?, so much smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!taehyung, switch!reader (but mostly sub), switch!jungkook, blindfolding, some bondage (reader gets tied up), wax play, lots of dirty talk, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, kinda praise kink, rough sex, messy sex, unprotected sex (you know it folks, be careful), like one spank?, light choking, breast play, cuckolding/voyeurism kinda (yes - jungkook is into watching), swearing, y/n probably can’t walk the next day and she loves it, threesome (obviously)

word count: 11.9k (this got a little out of hand, folks)

a/n: I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THE FIC THAT HURT ME. as i said, too much taekook content results in something like this T_T again, a biiiig thank you to @monvante for this banner that i’m so in love with and to @illneverrecover, @voiceswithoutlips & @missgeniality for being the most helpful and amazing betas, i love y’all so muchhh!! OK ‘NUFF TALKING, enjoy!!!

MASTERLIST | WIPS

Bliss.

That’s how you would describe life with Jungkook. Being with him is always a never ending, wonderful adventure, never as exhausting as it has been with your previous partners - the fact that he understands how to take care of you astounds you, making you wonder on multiple occasions how you’d gone so wrong with your past choices.

One example of such occasions are nights when you feel like you’ve reached the end of your patience; be it about your unorganized mess that your college is, your family, or your friends - Jungkook always knows what to do to lift your mood instantly. The best aspect of his method is that he never forces you to talk, never pressures you into opening up. He’s been with you long enough to know fully well that you tend to speak about your problems as soon as you feel like you need to.

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

you+me+the Devil, m | myg, jjk | prologue

pairing(s): (eventual) yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: It's an ordinary day in Hell, but soon it won't be.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you're religious, maybe skip this one; world building; supernatural and horror (and it gets way creepier during the smut, you have been warned); non-idol!AU - Hell!AU; Devil!Yoongi x ???!reader x Devil's right-hand demon!Jungkook; this not a parallel universe but rather an alternate dimension of Heaven, Hell, the world, and... you'll see.

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you and me and the Devil makes 3 prologue | the summoning | the collection | 666

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The Devil is a greatly misunderstood man.

Perverted, if you will.

Everyone assumes the Devil is the one who causes sin. The reality is, that’s not true at all. The Devil only influences free will. Corruption? Revenge? Overconsumption? Carnal desires? Hoarding? Ambition? Procrastination? The Devil doesn’t need to procure any of that.

You already have all that in you.

He just whispers in your ear and reminds you that you can do it.

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Having infinite time had taught the Devil many things. Firstly, humanity was predictable. Secondly, listening to your father was overrated. Thirdly, escaping heaven and creating your own kingdom wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

It was boring.

“Hyung.”

A muscle twitched in his eye. He did not like being disturbed. He was the Devil. A busy man. Less busy these days because humanity no longer needed his help in being hideously depraved. They were already depraved. He barely had to do anything related to that front these days. And well, religion, in all forms, had some strange rules for why souls needed to show up on his doorstep.

What did you do? I had sex before marriage. So what? I have to go to hell. Yeah, no, fuck off, into Purgatory you go, it’ll take two seconds for you to be forgiven for that. What did you do? I’m gay. And it’s a Tuesday, you done stating the obvious? Into Purgatory you go. What did you do? I’m a Satanist. Uh huh. Sure, you are. Get on the fucking boat, you’re going to Purgatory.

Purgatory left him a lot of missed calls that the Devil refused to answer.

There were those that definitely deserved to be tortured for eternity, but most wayward souls that appeared got shipped straight to Purgatory. Go to Purgatory, atone for your sins, and then you’re unfortunately allowed to enter Heaven. Grand. Humans truly were stupid for wanting to be with his old man that badly.

How revolting.

The Devil didn’t have time for petty sins. He was, again, a busy man.

“Hyung, stop pretending to be asleep.”

He grunted and opened one eye. He already knew who it was. A black-haired man with a piercing stare, strong dark brows, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and a body built for sin, wrapped in an exquisite black suit that demanded to be ripped off. Shapely pink lips, with a small mole underneath the center of his lower lip. He was scowling, tongue between his teeth. He had a very nice tongue. The Devil knew that firsthand.

Jeon Jungkook, his right-hand demon, was looking quite cross.

Heh.

“Hm?”

Jungkook crossed his arms, glaring down at him. “Why bother being on the throne when you’re using it like a bed anyway?”

The Devil slid up into sitting position. The throne changed every day. He couldn’t commit to a specific style. And, well, when all he had to do was snap his fingers and conjure something different, he did without much thought. Today’s throne was a plush, quilted, black velvet sofa.

He wanted to lay down, after all.

Jungkook let out a huff. “Well, in any case, have you seen Seokjin-hyung lately? Something happened to him.”

The Devil frowned. “Hyung? Haven’t seen him.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and mouth into lines. “Technically, you’re in charge so you shouldn’t call him ‘hyung’ anymore.”

The Devil shrugged. Another common misconception about the Devil was that he was always the same guy. He was… and he wasn’t. Eventually, all immortal beings got bored of being immortal and decided to change things up. The Devil was one such being. He liked to consume the souls of other powerful demons. Live their lives, have different mindsets. Broaden his perspective. They all lived within him, a unification of many souls that lived amongst the original, with one host.

He liked his current host soul quite a lot.

Maybe, one day, Jeon Jungkook would become the Devil. Probably why he insisted on being the Devil’s right-hand man. The Devil liked that. Ambition. It was sexy.

He liked sexy.

“What’s with Seokjin-hyung?”

Jungkook was about to correct him again but decided against it. “He came back from being up above, but he’s all… weird. Like the others.”

The Devil frowned.

“That’s five now,” the black-haired man continued, tucking long strands behind his ear and exposing his ear and neck. The silver earrings he wore glinted in the fire around them. Not even the everlasting fire was as hot as that curve from Jungkook’s neck to shoulder. “Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, Jimin, Taehyungie.”

The Devil noticed Jungkook dropped honorifics for the last two demons even though they were older than him. He smirked. He also liked that. Defiance was sexy.

Back to the matter at hand, the Devil had noticed this pattern himself. Souls could be smote, vanquished, destroyed by those high above. This, however, was different. As far as he knew, he was the only being that could consume the other demons, the only one that could take the soul all at once or hold pieces of their souls like gems, tearing them apart little by little.

But now five of his demons were missing tiny parts of their souls and he had no idea why.

He clicked his tongue.

They couldn’t give him the details, probably because that was part of the contract that they had made with whoever it was. Probably to keep him, the Devil, from finding the culprit. The thing about contracts was, well, they were binding. Not even the Devil himself could break them. Well, he could, if he just killed the demon. But he wasn’t going to do that, especially not to his favorite demons. He did want to throttle them sometimes, but everyone benefited from a good choking.

“I suppose I will have to look into it,” the Devil sighed.

Those were the last words the Devil, Min Yoongi, spoke before he was torn from Hell.

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part i the summoning. there’s not a word for what i wanna do to you

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