jimin effect... omg no way😭 almost every "___ effect" member gets me and they usually stay my bias. literally around this time last year i fell victim to the felix effect when i joined my sister at a stray kids concert. its been a downward spiral since
oh by the way listening to mikrokosmos reminded me of something. nearly a decade ago i had an online friend on some random social media site and that was her user for a little while. she couldn't stick to a username(honestly me neither) so its definitely not that anymore if shes even on social media but i had no idea it was a song!! i remember having trouble spelling it because i never noticed the first k😓
- bts anon
lol I def have a type too.
Ateez my bias is Hongjoong but my wrecker is San
BTS my bias is Namjoon but my wrecker is Jungkook
SKZ my bias is Bang Chan but my wrecker is Changbin
I have a thing for leaders I guess lol
I hope you liked the song! And I hope you find more you like. I forgot to mention 2.0 I think. It’s my new fave. 🤍
Summary: On a field trip to Belize, two rival entomology students are forced to share more than just research notes when a booking mistake leaves them with only one bed. Between missed GPS signals, late-night confessions, and tangled sheets, they discover the line between competition and connection is thinner than they thought.
Pairing: classmates/group partners to lovers, Jungkook x reader
Themes: smut, fluff, angst, awkward reader, Jungkook being super reassuring, silly twist at the end
Word count: 9.2k
Jungkook had the highest grades in the class.
Well… not quite.
You were just above him by a fraction of a percent.
And if the way his jaw clenched whenever graded reports were handed back meant anything, he knew it.
That wasn’t the only reason things were tense between you, but it certainly didn’t help. Now here you were, two top students in your university's entomology program, jetlagged and sitting stiffly on opposite sides of a modest hotel room in Belize, pretending this arrangement was perfectly fine.
It wasn’t.
The air was thick with humidity and something unspoken — not quite rivalry, not quite resentment, not quite… something else. You weren’t sure what to call it.
The trip had been Professor Choi’s idea. Fieldwork in the tropics, hands-on specimen collection, rainforest immersion — all very career-making opportunities for young researchers. You’d been thrilled at first until you saw the room assignments taped to the inside of the shuttle windows and saw his name printed under yours.
Room 204:
Y/N
Jungkook
You both blinked at the list in silence. Said nothing. Said too much in that nothing.
And now here you were.
He sat at the desk by the window, scrolling through the trip itinerary on his laptop, one hand curled loosely around a reusable water bottle. You were on the bed, cross-legged with your own notebook balanced in your lap, pretending to revise tomorrow’s field notes but mostly just watching him from the corner of your eye.
He looked tired. His dark hair was still damp from the shower, curling slightly at the ends, and a faint flush lingered on his cheeks from the heat. The collar of his sleep shirt was askew.
You turned your gaze back to your page.
The silence stretched, uncomfortable. It wasn’t the kind of silence that grows out of familiarity — the easy, lived-in quiet that people share. This was sharp around the edges, brittle and full of unsaid things.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “You need the desk at all, or…?”
You glanced up. “No, you’re good.”
He nodded, then shifted in his chair. The legs scraped softly against the tile floor.
You were both trying to be polite — textbook academic composure. But it was like trying to build a bridge over a minefield. You were rivals, but not enemies. You were acquaintances, but not quite friends. And there’d always been something a little charged in the way he looked at you. As if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to outpace you or understand you. Maybe both.
You leaned back on your elbows, exhaling softly. “You packed the pinning kits, right?”
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah. Two of them. Yours is in the side pouch.”
“Thanks.” Not dry, not too much emotion.
Silence again.
He turned in his chair slightly, thumb tapping idly at the rim of his bottle. “You think we’ll get lucky with the beetle counts tomorrow?”
You smiled faintly at the ceiling. “If the rain holds off, maybe.”
More silence.
The distant hum of cicadas buzzed beyond the windows.
You closed your notebook slowly. “This is weird, right?”
He blinked. “What is?”
You motioned vaguely between you. “This. Us. Rooming.”
Jungkook laughed under his breath, almost sheepish. “Yeah. A little.”
You tilted your head toward him. “You’re not gonna kill me in my sleep to bump your GPA up or anything?”
He grinned, finally — teeth flashing, his earlier stiffness fading a little. “Only if your specimen count tomorrow is better than mine.”
You snorted. “So, absolutely then.”
And there it was. The first crack in the tension. Small, but real.
You both sat with it for a moment — the shared smile, the mutual acknowledgment that this was going to be weird, but maybe not unbearable.
You turned toward the bedside lamp. “Lights out?”
Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. Big day tomorrow.”
You clicked the lamp off, and the room fell into a hush, lit only by the soft blue glow of streetlights bleeding through the curtain.
You didn’t sleep right away. Neither did he.
The silence between you was louder now, pressed thin by the narrow space you shared — just one bed, too small for comfort, too close for denial. You were lying back to back, bodies angled to avoid touching, but you could feel him. The heat of him. The subtle shift of the mattress whenever he adjusted his position, trying not to disturb you.
You stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing patterns in the dark. Every breath felt calculated. Every inch of space felt borrowed.
Jungkook exhaled softly. “You awake?”
His voice was low, barely more than a murmur against the hum of the air conditioner.
You hesitated. “Yeah.”
Another beat passed. He didn’t say anything else.
Your fingers curled against the sheets, restless. You could sense him thinking — the same way you’d always been able to tell when he was working through something he didn’t want to admit out loud. You weren’t touching, but somehow, you felt too close. And not close enough.
The bed dipped slightly as he shifted again. You stared harder at the ceiling.
This was ridiculous.
“I’ll sleep on the floor tomorrow,” he said suddenly. Quiet. Like it had been weighing on him.
You turned your head slightly, but didn’t look at him. “Don’t be stupid.”
“It’s not—”
“It’s fine, Jungkook.”
More silence.
You closed your eyes and tried to breathe past the static building in your chest. It was just one bed. Just a hotel. Just a field study.
And tomorrow, the jungle awaited.
You were halfway to the bathroom with your crumpled bra in hand, clutching it like it was evidence in a crime scene, when his voice cut through the quiet.
“I noticed, by the way.”
You stopped dead in your tracks.
He didn’t look up right away, still chewing thoughtfully, but the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth said he knew exactly what he’d done.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Noticed what?” you asked too quickly, too defensively.
Jungkook finally raised his gaze to meet yours, and it was almost too casual—like he was trying hard not to make it a big deal.
“You took your bra off last night,” he said, as simply as someone pointing out it might rain later. “Figured it wasn’t on purpose, but I didn’t say anything. Didn’t wanna make it worse.”
Your face burned. Your entire body went still. You couldn’t even bring yourself to blink.
He set his fork down and leaned his head back against the side of the bed, looking up at you with that easy grin of his.
“I’ve got sisters. A mom. It’s not a big deal, Y/N. I’m not gonna make you sneak around and jump like you just committed a felony every time you need to breathe comfortably.”
He laughed softly, like he was genuinely amused, not mocking you. Not even a little. Just… at ease with you, even in your most flustered moment.
“I mean,” he added, glancing back down at his tray, “you’ve seen me shirtless, what, like twenty times? And I’m pretty sure I woke up drooling. So really, we’re even.”
You finally managed to exhale, your fingers tightening around the bra in your hand. The tension started to fade from your shoulders, embarrassment slowly melting into reluctant laughter.
“Still,” you mumbled, stepping backward toward the bathroom, “could’ve let me think I got away with it.”
He smirked and took another bite. “Where’s the fun in that?”
You had a spoon clenched between your teeth, a cold scrambled egg half-forgotten as you tried to wrestle your field notebook into the front pocket of your backpack. The zipper caught—again—and you cursed under your breath, juggling between tugging it loose, checking the time, and trying not to spill the instant coffee you hadn’t even touched yet.
“Shit,” you muttered, toeing your hiking boots on at the same time.
Across the room, Jungkook had been quietly slipping sunscreen into his own pack, but the way his eyes flicked up told you he’d been watching you struggle for a while now.
“Hey,” he said, already moving toward you before you could huff your next breath. “I can do this while you eat.”
You looked up at him, egg still stuck between your teeth, brow furrowed.
“Seriously,” he said, reaching for your pack and sliding it effortlessly away from your lap. “Don’t worry. They can’t leave us. We’re the two most promising young minds in this entire doomed trip.”
He was grinning. A soft, crooked grin that barely hid how much he liked helping you.
You let out a breath—sharp, surprised, grateful—and slumped back into the chair like you hadn’t realized how tense you’d been until he said something.
He chuckled at the way your body deflated, like a balloon finally allowed to let go of all its panic. “There she is,” he murmured. “Breathing again.”
You mumbled a sarcastic thank you through a mouthful of cold toast, and he only laughed harder, crouched by your bag, hands moving with the kind of quiet precision you always admired in him. Still barefoot, hair a mess, sleeves pushed up. Still calm, even when you were a storm.
You watched him for a second too long before returning to your breakfast. Something in your chest shifted.
You popped the last bite of toast into your mouth, chewing slowly as you reached for your belt and clipped it around your waist. It took a second for your fingers to work—still stiff with leftover adrenaline from the morning rush—but you managed to fasten it snug over your shorts.
“Can you double-check my pack?” you asked, mouth half full, motioning toward the backpack Jungkook had just finished organizing. “Make sure I didn’t forget anything? I always forget something.”
He didn’t answer right away. Just gave you a look over his shoulder—brows raised, amused—and walked his fingers over the zipper before unfastening it again.
“You mean like how you almost left your GPS on the nightstand?” he teased, pulling the small black device from the front pocket and holding it up between two fingers.
You rolled your eyes and reached for it, but he pulled it just out of reach with a grin. “Tsk. And you call yourself an organized person.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I am organized.”
“Sure,” he said, not bothering to hide his smirk as he tucked the GPS safely into the correct side compartment. “Organized chaos, maybe.”
You muttered something under your breath, but he was already half-laughing to himself as he moved on. He checked the specimen jars, your field knife, the small notebook you’d marked up with the region’s insect life. His fingers lingered briefly on a folded-up poncho and the extra batteries you always insisted on carrying.
“Looks good,” he finally said, zipping it back up and standing. “Prepared for all six plagues of Belize.”
You slung the pack over your shoulder with a grateful sigh and adjusted the strap. “Thanks, Jungkook.”
His eyes softened. “You’d do it for me.”
You didn’t say anything—just gave a small nod and a half-smile, one he returned with quiet sincerity. The air between you held something steady now. Unspoken, but beginning to feel inevitable.
Eight students total were selected for the field study. Four rooms, four pairs. Naturally, everyone was grouped off with their roommates for the first day’s assignment—which meant you were with Jungkook.
The two of you had been assigned the northeastern quadrant of the reserve, where the jungle grew denser and the canopy darker. You were barely fifteen minutes in before the mosquitoes had declared war and the trail had all but vanished beneath the thick undergrowth.
“The Pepsis grossa—tarantula hawk wasp—is usually found around decaying logs and near ceiba trees,” you said, squinting down at the coordinates on the field map in your hands. “So if we head northeast—”
“We should be heading east,” Jungkook interrupted, brushing past you. “The terrain flattens out faster that way. We’ll get a better survey sample.”
You blinked. “East takes us away from the rotting wood clusters,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “It doesn’t match the pattern from last year’s reports.”
“Yeah, but those reports were done in the dry season. This is wet season,” Jungkook shot back. “Everything shifts. Trust me.”
You held your breath, counting to three in your head. “I do trust you,” you said calmly. “I’m just saying we should follow the data before gut instinct.”
He huffed, adjusting his backpack. “You always have to be the one leading, huh?”
That stung more than you wanted to admit.
Instead of replying, you stepped ahead and veered slightly off the trail toward a shaded patch of overgrowth. The silence stretched until it started to feel like static in your ears. You pulled the sunscreen bottle from your pack and held it up without looking at him.
“Can you get my back? I forgot to reapply.”
He hesitated for a moment, then took the bottle wordlessly. His fingers were gentle as they brushed across your shoulders, the cold lotion a sharp contrast to the oppressive heat. His touch was soft—softer than you expected, slow and deliberate, like he wasn’t just spreading sunscreen but… studying you.
You leaned slightly into it, breaking the tension with a half-smile. “You’ve got surprisingly delicate hands. You sure you didn’t pick the wrong field? Could’ve been a masseuse.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Please. I know my way around a woman’s body.”
You tensed, the air snapping back into discomfort. The joke sat there, loud and stupid and heavy between you.
You cleared your throat and took a quick step forward. “Right. GPS,” you muttered, digging through your belt pouch in a panic. Your fingers searched through tangled cords and folded paper, but it wasn’t there. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, already pulling off his backpack.
“My GPS unit’s gone. It was clipped to my belt this morning—I swear—”
“I’ve got mine,” he said, tugging it out, only to press the button and stare at the blank screen. “Dead. Battery’s toast.”
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to breathe. “Okay. It’s fine. Compass. We’ll use—” But as you turned to him, he was already tearing through the front pocket of his pack. His hands stilled.
“It’s not here,” he said.
You blinked at him. “You didn’t bring your compass?”
“I did,” he said, jaw tightening. “It must’ve fallen out.”
“That’s two navigational tools you didn’t check before leaving,” you snapped, voice rising before you could stop it. “God, Jungkook, do you even care that this isn’t just some day hike? This is research. This is my grade too.”
He straightened up, bristling. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some idiot. I packed last minute because someone took the bathroom for forty minutes.”
You scoffed. “You’re blaming your missing compass on my shower?”
“I’m saying maybe if you didn’t spend all your time trying to prove you’re the smartest person in the room, we’d be working together.”
That was the last thread.
“Oh my god,” you muttered, stepping away from him, hands on your hips as you stared at the thick canopy overhead like it could somehow cool the rage prickling under your skin. “You’re unbelievable.”
Jungkook stood there, silent for a moment, his face unreadable.
You didn’t even want to look at him. Not when your skin still tingled where his hands had been. Not when your chest ached like the disappointment had sunk into your ribs.
The silence stretched so long it made your ears ring. The thick, wet heat clung to your skin, and for a moment, all you could hear was the low hum of cicadas and the dull thudding of your pulse behind your ears.
You inhaled deeply, your breath catching slightly in your chest as you unscrewed the cap of your water bottle. Don’t snap. Don’t cry. Don’t let him see it. You drank, slow and measured, the lukewarm water doing nothing to soothe the burning in your throat. You were aware of how much was left—three swallows, maybe four. You capped it again and nodded to yourself.
“We’ll figure this out,” you said tightly, trying to summon calm with the words. You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t. “We just need to head downhill. Running water means trail markers. Civilization.”
Jungkook said nothing at first. You could feel him watching you, though. Like he wanted to say something and didn’t know how to start. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. The tension hadn’t gone away—it just changed shape, curdled into something heavier.
You adjusted your bag, eyes scanning the patch of sky above the canopy, gauging direction by the sun.
“You’re mad,” he finally said, voice low.
You laughed, humorless. “Yeah. I am.”
A beat.
“I didn’t mean to mess things up,” he said quietly. “I know I’ve been... difficult.”
You turned slowly, your eyes locking on his for the first time since you’d raised your voice. He looked almost sheepish, like the fight had knocked something loose in him. And it made your throat ache even more.
“We’ll figure it out,” you repeated—this time softer, like a promise. You didn’t know if you meant the navigation or everything else. Maybe both.
“I just don’t understand how this happened,” you muttered, voice tinged with fatigue and frustration. “We both double-checked our packs. I watched you check mine.”
Jungkook didn’t argue. He looked like he wanted to, like there was a defense half-formed on his tongue, but it died under the weight of your exhaustion. You sighed and crouched, elbows braced on your knees, head falling between them. The pressure in your skull eased just slightly like that, grounded by the dirt, by the air, by the rising sound of the jungle around you.
You stayed like that for a few moments—long enough for the shame of snapping at him to dull. Long enough for the fear to set in properly, simmering beneath the surface like a slow boil. But then…
“Okay,” Jungkook said, gently. “Let’s just… start walking. That ridge we passed might be west. And if we follow the slope, we’ll hit the trail eventually.”
You nodded without a word and stood, brushing the backs of your thighs and tightening the straps on your backpack. He offered you a look that felt like truce—exhausted but quietly open. And you didn’t say anything. Just started walking beside him, deeper into the green.
You weren’t sure if you were headed in the right direction. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it wasn’t. But the fact that you were together made the whole thing just a little less terrifying.
After a while, your breathing evened out. The panic began to dull, replaced by something more manageable. You looked around the jungle, at the buzzing canopy above and the earth beneath your boots, and suddenly, the silence was too loud again.
“I was eight,” you said suddenly, not even realizing you were speaking until Jungkook glanced sideways at you. “The day I decided to study bugs.”
He blinked. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “We were on a camping trip. My dad caught me screaming over this beetle on my sleeping bag. It was huge—I mean massive. Orange and black. I cried like a baby. But he just picked it up and let it crawl on his hand. Told me it couldn’t hurt me, and it was just... exploring.”
Jungkook made a soft sound. “Your dad sounds cool.”
You smiled faintly, still watching the dirt path. “He was. He told me that being afraid of little things would make the big things scarier. So I held the beetle. It tickled. Didn’t cry after that.”
There was a beat of silence, warm and quiet.
“Guess that explains why you didn’t flinch when that tarantula crawled onto your leg last week,” Jungkook muttered.
You laughed, soft and genuine this time. “I flinched. I just flinched internally.”
He grinned. “You’re the only person I know who would rather be lost in the jungle than in a room full of people.”
You met his eyes briefly and gave a half-shrug. “People are harder to read than bugs.”
Jungkook hummed at that. He didn’t argue. Just walked a little closer to you—close enough that your shoulders brushed now and then. The tension hadn’t vanished completely, but it had shifted again—into something quieter, a little heavier, and a lot harder to ignore.
The jungle felt endless—green stacked on green, the canopy dripping with filtered sunlight. You pushed aside another low branch, sweat beading at your hairline, and tried to ignore how your shirt clung damp to your skin.
“Hold on,” Jungkook said suddenly, catching your wrist before you walked straight into a patch of thorns. His grip was firm, almost protective, and when you glanced back at him, his eyes darted away like he hadn’t meant to touch you for that long.
“Thanks,” you murmured, pulling free gently.
Little things like that kept happening—his palm at the small of your back as you crossed a slippery patch, the way his shoulder brushed yours when the trail narrowed, how he offered you his canteen before even thinking about drinking from it himself. You tried not to read into it, but each moment left your stomach tighter, your breath a little shallower.
A flash of movement on the bark of a massive ceiba tree—bold orange streaks patterned against black. Your pulse jumped.
“Jungkook, look!” you whispered, dropping to your knees with practiced ease. It was a Harlequin Beetle, rare to see in the open during the day. Its body was striking, almost painted, and the male’s impossibly long forelegs looked like something out of science fiction.
Both of you crouched, shoulders pressed together, as you carefully guided the beetle into a specimen vial. His breath was hot against your cheek as he leaned closer to get a better look, and you had to force yourself to focus on the insect instead of the way his thigh pressed into yours.
“Damn,” Jungkook breathed. “This is—this is huge. Everyone else is going to lose their minds.”
You smiled, proud. “We’re definitely ahead now.”
But then his shoulders dropped, like some part of him gave in. He let out a slow breath, eyes flicking to the canopy above. “You know why I started studying bugs?”
The question caught you off guard. You shook your head. “No. You never told me.”
He gave a small, humorless laugh. “Most people think it’s because I liked catching them as a kid. Which… yeah, I did. But the truth is—” He stopped, chewing his lip before continuing. “I just liked how small they were. How overlooked. I felt like that most of my life, you know? Quiet. Easy to ignore. Bugs don’t need to be loud or obvious to matter. They just… do what they’re meant to. And half the time, they’re more important than the things people actually notice.”
Your chest tightened at the honesty in his tone. Jungkook rarely said things like this, and when he did, it was always sideways, half-hidden under a joke. But not now. Now he looked almost raw, his fingers worrying at the strap of his pack.
“I thought maybe if I studied them,” he added softly, “I could figure out where I belonged too.”
For a long moment, you just watched him—his lowered lashes, the set of his mouth, the vulnerability he probably wished he could stuff back down.
For a long moment, you just watched him—his lowered lashes, the set of his mouth, the vulnerability he probably wished he could stuff back down.
“Jungkook,” you said quietly, “you belong more than you think.”
His eyes lifted, catching yours, and for a heartbeat the jungle went silent around you.
Then, almost abruptly, he stood. He cleared his throat, brushing the dirt from his hands like he could shake off the weight of what he’d just said. Without meeting your gaze, he nodded toward your pack.
“Let’s, uh—let’s get that beetle stored properly before it overheats,” he muttered. “We should keep moving if we want to make it back before dark.”
You watched as he carefully secured the vial inside his specimen case, movements precise, almost reverent. He lingered for just a second too long before slinging his pack onto his shoulders again.
When he finally glanced down at you, his face was composed, but there was still a shadow of the boy who’d confessed more than he probably meant to.
“Ready?” he asked.
You swallowed, nodded, and rose to your feet. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
So you fell into step again, the unspoken words trailing behind you like a third presence in the humid air.
You’d barely walked another half hour before voices broke through the dense hum of cicadas. Relief hit like cool water when two figures emerged from the foliage—classmates from the trip, both balancing specimen nets and field packs.
“Along the water, maybe?” one said to the other before spotting the two of you looking drained and defeated.
The decision was immediate—you and Jungkook fell in with them, the four of you moving together along the winding path. They had their compasses, their maps, their calm sense of direction. And neither of you was ready to head back to the hotel empty-handed, so it worked out to stick with them for now.
Jungkook ended up walking ahead with Marisol, their voices low as they compared notes on habitat zones. You hung back with the other girl, Eliza, who wasn’t so much interested in insects as she was in people.
“So,” she said, nudging your arm as you carefully avoided a tangle of vines. “What happened? Why were you two wandering off-track like that?”
You hesitated, tightening your grip on your pack straps. “Our GPS glitched, then the compass went missing. Total disaster. But we’re fine now.”
“Mm,” she hummed, not sounding particularly convinced. Then she gave you a sly sideways look. “What about the weird tension?”
You blinked. “What tension?”
Her grin widened. “The way he looks at you. The way you look back. Have you two hooked up yet?”
You nearly tripped over a root. Heat rushed to your face so fast it made you dizzy. “Wh—no! What? That’s… no.”
But the question echoed in your own mind, loud and unsettling. Had you? No. Did you want to?
The thought alone made your stomach flip. You and Jungkook had known each other long enough to be natural together, sure. Perfect in some ways, even. But also messy, complicated, a contradiction that made no sense when you tried to name it.
Still, Eliza’s knowing smirk lingered in your periphery, and you hated how badly it rattled you.
Eliza’s smirk didn’t fade, even after you stammered out your denial. She just hummed like she already knew better and skipped a step ahead, leaving you scrambling to collect your thoughts.
A twig cracked ahead of you. When you looked up, Jungkook’s shoulders were tense, head tilted just slightly—like he’d caught the last few words. Your stomach dropped, but he didn’t turn around. Didn’t say a thing. Just kept pace with Marisol, voice low as they discussed soil composition.
You swallowed hard, pretending you hadn’t noticed.
The four of you fell into work not long after, the chatter shifting toward more practical things. Marisol was quick to point out specimens you’d missed earlier—leafcutter ants carving highways through the underbrush, a flash of blue when a morpho butterfly darted past. Jungkook’s excitement lit up every time he got close enough to document something, his laugh carrying through the trees when a grasshopper nearly leapt onto his face.
With their help, your packs slowly began to fill with pinned finds and careful samples. Eliza was surprisingly good at spotting movement in the brush, and Marisol’s steady hand with the nets kept you from fumbling every catch. It was easier to breathe when you were all crouched together, comparing notes, wiping sweat from your brows.
For a while, it was almost like the earlier tension had evaporated into the humid air. Almost.
Every now and then, you caught Jungkook glancing over his shoulder—not at the trees, not at the undergrowth. At you. And each time, your pulse jumped, your mind circling back to Eliza’s question like a moth to a flame.
By the time the four of you made it back to the hotel, the sun had already dipped low, painting the walls of the lobby with heavy shadows. Sweat still clung to the back of your neck, the straps of your pack digging deep, but relief made your limbs feel lighter.
Eliza and Marisol waved their goodbyes at the elevators, peeling off toward their room with promises to compare notes after dinner. That left just you and Jungkook, the silence between you still thick enough to taste.
The hallway stretched ahead, carpet muffling your footsteps. You tried not to fidget with the strap of your bag, tried not to glance at him out of the corner of your eye, but the tension was there—an electric hum between two magnets too stubborn to either pull close or push away.
And then you saw it.
Right outside your door, sitting neat as anything, was your GPS.
You stopped dead, staring down at the small device like it was mocking you. Jungkook nearly ran into you before following your gaze. For a second the two of you just blinked at it—then laughter burst out of both your chests, sharp and unrestrained, the kind that came when you’d been wound too tight for too long.
“Unbelievable,” you managed, doubling over with your pack still on. “All that panic—”
“—and it was right here the whole time.” Jungkook shook his head, grinning so hard his dimple showed.
Still chuckling, you swiped the GPS off the floor, unlocked the door, and pushed inside. The cool air of the room swept over you, tugging the tension down another notch—until your eyes landed on the small silver circle resting on the carpet near the foot of the bed.
Your compass.
Exactly where you’d struggled with your shoes this morning.
Jungkook spotted it the same moment you did, his grin faltering into something softer, sheepish. You let out a groan, covering your face with both hands.
“We’re idiots,” you muttered.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly, though there was a hint of laughter still in his voice. “But at least we’re idiots together.”
And just like that, the tension shifted—still there, but less like a storm waiting to break and more like a spark hovering in the air, waiting for the right moment to catch.
You dropped your pack by the desk and crouched to unzip it, already sorting through notebooks, specimen jars, and your still half-eaten breakfast tucked into a napkin. “I’ll start unpacking,” you said, waving vaguely toward the bathroom. “You should shower first before you collapse.”
Jungkook slung his bag onto the other bed, tugging out a clean shirt and sweatpants. He gave you a tired grin, eyes rimmed red from the sun and hours of focus. “Deal. But only if you promise not to eat my share of the snacks while I’m in there.”
You huffed a laugh, pulling out one of your field notebooks. “No promises.”
As he gathered his things, you both fell into the kind of easy conversation that came when neither of you had the energy to think too hard.
“So… dinner downstairs? The hotel restaurant probably has more options than room service,” you suggested, trying to sound chipper even as your jaw cracked with a yawn.
He paused, clutching his towel over his shoulder. “Actually, I saw this cool little place a few streets over yesterday, when we were driving in. Looked local—authentic. Could be worth checking out.”
You groaned, letting your head drop forward into your hands. “Wait, don’t we have to go to the bank to convert more money first?”
Jungkook tilted his head, already halfway toward the bathroom. “Yeah… probably.”
There was a long, tired pause. You let out a sigh that carried the weight of the entire jungle, the sweat, the panic over the GPS. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t have the energy to find a bank, or walk three streets, or smile politely at strangers while I fumble with cash. I’m literally too tired to talk to anyone.”
Your voice cracked into a laugh at the end, tired and resigned all at once. Jungkook’s chuckle answered from across the room, soft and warm.
“Room service it is. I don’t mind a boring dinner on the first night,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom. “Wake me up if I fall asleep in the shower.”
You snorted, shaking your head as the door clicked shut behind him, the sound of running water filling the room.
By the time you’d finished unpacking, Jungkook had claimed the bathroom. The sound of water against tile carried through the walls, and every now and then you caught yourself glancing toward the door, imagining the steam building up inside. You shook it off, tucking your last specimen jar onto the desk and stretching out your arms until your shoulders popped.
A few minutes later, the door swung open with a hiss of steam. Jungkook stepped out, shirtless, skin still damp and catching the lamplight. His hair clung in dark strands against his forehead, and his face was hidden beneath a smooth, glossy sheet mask.
“Your turn,” he said, padding barefoot across the carpet. His voice was muffled by the mask, playful but casual, as though this wasn’t the most disarming sight you’d ever witnessed. In his hand, he held out another packet. “I brought extras. Wanna do one too?”
You blinked at him. Once. Twice. Then, forcing your throat to cooperate, you managed, “Uh—yeah. Sure.” The word snagged in your mouth, your stutter obvious even to your own ears. You took the packet quickly, nodding like it was no big deal, before retreating into the bathroom with your shower bag.
The hot water did little to quiet the buzz in your chest.
When you came back out, hair damp and your own mask cooling your skin, Jungkook was already sitting cross-legged on one of the beds. He patted the empty space in front of him, where he’d spread the dinner menu out like it was a deck of cards.
“Come on. Help me decide before I just give up and order three desserts,” he teased, his words peeking out from under the sheet mask.
You settled down opposite him, crossing your legs so your knees brushed against the edge of the menu. Together you leaned forward, reading through the list of options.
“Okay, so… chicken sandwich?” you said, tapping it with your finger. “Kinda basic. But maybe basic is good—it might feel a little less like we’re a million miles away from home.”
“Or…” Jungkook tapped at the pasta, eyes crinkling in mischief beneath the mask, “we embrace the chaos and pretend hotel spaghetti counts as an authentic cultural experience.”
You snorted. “Pretty sure that’s the opposite of authentic.”
The banter settled into something light, easy. A rhythm you didn’t have to think about, even though you were hyper-aware of how close you sat to him, of the faint eucalyptus scent wafting from his mask.
When the timer on his phone chimed, you both reached up at the same time, peeling the masks from your faces in unison.
“Wow,” you sighed, pressing your fingertips into your cheeks. “That felt amazing. My skin hasn’t breathed like this since we got here.”
“Told you,” he said proudly, wadding the used mask into a napkin. “This brand is legit. My skin would’ve mutinied by now without it.” He tilted his head, studying your face with an intensity that made your pulse skip. “Looks good on you.”
You ducked your gaze quickly, pretending to re-read the menu. “Yeah, well… good on both of us.”
The moment lingered, warm and quiet, before he finally picked up the hotel phone. “Alright,” he said, voice casual, but softer than before. “Let’s make it official. Room service for two.”
His knuckles brushed the edge of the menu while he dialed, and you found yourself watching him—watching the curve of his mouth, the damp shine of his hair, the casual way he made the mundane suddenly feel like something more.
Dinner arrived on a rolling tray, the knock at the door startling you both out of the haze you’d slipped into while waiting. Jungkook carried the plates to the bed, and you settled onto the floor beside him, your plate balanced on the edge of the mattress.
It felt strangely natural—him above, you below, both leaning toward the food and toward each other. Your voices fell soft in the small space, the kind of hush reserved for the quiet hours of night.
“So,” you said between bites, “what made you decide to study insects anyway? I know why you love them but why are you making them your life? Was it the thrill of watching tiny creatures crawl around, or…?”
He smirked, chewing thoughtfully before answering. “Nah. I always liked being outside. I hated sitting still as a kid. Bugs were just… everywhere. And no one else wanted to look at them for long, so I got to feel like I was discovering something.”
You grinned, nodding. “That makes sense. I was the opposite. I was the kid with thick glasses, reading bug encyclopedias instead of going outside. Total nerd.”
He chuckled, tilting his plate toward you. “A nerd who still beat me for the top spot in class.”
“Barely,” you shot back, playful but sheepish. Then, after a pause, you added quietly, “I was bullied a lot for it. For being too curious. Too different. Studying bugs didn’t exactly earn me popularity points.”
Something in Jungkook’s face softened. He leaned down, fork spearing a bite from his plate and holding it out toward you. “Guess the nerds win in the end.”
You rolled your eyes, but leaned forward, letting him feed you. The taste of his dish lingered sweet and tangy on your tongue. Without thinking, you cut a piece from your own plate and offered it up to him. His lips brushed the fork, and for one too-long second, you were caught watching them.
The conversation drifted, the food dwindled, until Jungkook leaned back against the headboard with a little sigh. “You know what’s funny?” he said, voice almost hesitant. “I was popular in school. Always had people around me. But I never dated anyone.”
Your brows lifted. “Never?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t feel right. Didn’t want to… waste time on something that didn’t mean anything.”
You swallowed, the words settling heavy in your chest. “That’s the opposite of me. I dated, but… only assholes. Like I was trying to prove I deserved worse than I wanted.”
Dinner was nearly done, plates balanced carelessly on the edge of the bed between you. You were picking at the last few bites of rice when Jungkook’s voice cut in, low and curious.
“Hey—don’t move.”
Your fork froze midair. “What?”
He tilted his chin, eyes glinting with something between mischief and fascination. “Spider. Right here.” He angled his shoulder toward you, where a tiny spider had spun down on a thread, dangling just above his collarbone.
You leaned closer automatically, the scientist in you sparking. “That’s… actually a Salticidae. Jumping spider,” you murmured, surprised at how steady your voice sounded when your heart was suddenly beating so fast.
“Cute little thing, huh?” Jungkook’s smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he held still, watching the spider inch closer to his jaw. “Almost looks like it’s inspecting me.”
You laughed under your breath, crawling onto your knees to get a better look. The bed dipped as you placed a hand on the mattress for balance, your face now just inches from his. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not impressed.”
He smirked. “Neither are you, apparently.”
You ignored that, focusing instead on gently coaxing the spider onto your fingertip before letting it crawl down to the carpet, free to wander.
When you looked back up, Jungkook’s eyes were already waiting for you. Close. Too close.
The air shifted—still, charged. His smirk softened, and in the quiet, you realized you were hovering over him, your knees pressed into the mattress, your body angled toward his.
Neither of you said a word.
Slowly, drawn as if by gravity, you crawled higher, your palms pressing into the sheets on either side of his thighs. His breath mingled with yours, warm and steady, and then you were kissing him—tentative at first, lips brushing lips, before he leaned up into you.
His hands found your waist, then slid beneath your shirt, fingers gliding against your bare back with a kind of reverence. The touch made you shiver, your body pressing closer as you shifted fully into his lap, straddling him.
The kiss deepened, slow and molten, the taste of him still laced with the faint salt of dinner, the scent of soap lingering from his shower. Your chest brushed against his as he tilted his head, guiding you into something hungrier, something that had clearly been waiting to break loose.
When you finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, you were both breathing hard, the forgotten plates cooling on the floor. His thumbs traced the dip of your spine as though he needed the anchor, as though letting go of you wasn’t an option.
His thumb lingered at the corner of your mouth, tracing the shape of your lip as though memorizing it. Both of you were still breathing hard, lungs trying to catch up with the heat that had overtaken the room. You stared into his eyes, searching, but his gaze refused to leave your lips—dark, intent, as if he couldn’t look anywhere else.
Slowly, he pressed his thumb past your parted lips, the pad resting on your tongue. You froze for only a heartbeat, instinct taking over as your mouth closed around him. The faint taste of salt, the warmth of his skin, made the moment headier than you expected. His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, chest rising against yours as your tongue brushed against his fingertip.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, low and broken, his lips curving like he couldn’t believe you were doing this. He pulled his thumb free just enough to drag it across your bottom lip, smearing spit along the curve before pushing it back in, slower this time, watching the way your mouth yielded to him.
You sucked without thinking, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his. The air between you thickened until it felt impossible to breathe. He finally tugged his thumb free, glistening, and dragged it down your chin before curling his hand around the back of your neck.
“Come here,” he whispered, voice husky, tugging you back into another kiss.
This one wasn’t tentative—it was urgent, mouths crashing, teeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and messy. You clutched at his shoulders as his hands slid up your bare back again, palms flat, keeping you pressed tight against him while your hips ground down against his lap.
The kiss deepened until you forgot about the food cooling on the floor, the soft clatter of plates barely registering when your hand slipped and knocked one askew. All that existed was him—his mouth, hot and insistent against yours, his hands sliding over every inch of your skin like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch first.
Your knees pressed tighter into the mattress as you shifted higher in his lap, straddling him fully, chest to chest. His breath shuddered when you rolled your hips, the hard press of him beneath his sweats undeniable now. He broke from your mouth just long enough to groan, forehead pressed to yours, lips dragging over the edge of your jaw as though he needed to taste more.
Your hands fisted in the back of his shirt, tugging at the fabric until you felt the heat of his skin underneath. He laughed—quiet, strangled—when you mouthed at the line of his throat, his fingers gripping your hips tighter, urging you to move again.
“Fuck—” he hissed when you did, slow and deliberate, dragging your core against him. His grip shifted, one hand cupping the back of your neck again, the other skimming up under your shirt to trace the line of your spine.
When your kisses softened—gentle brushes over his lips like you were savoring him—he pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, blown wide, his voice a low rasp as he muttered, “You don’t have to be so gentle with me.”
The words sent a shiver racing down your spine. Before you could respond, he tugged you back in, teeth grazing your bottom lip, biting just enough to sting before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands slid down to grab at your ass, pulling you harder against him, making the friction sharper, dirtier.
You gasped into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders now, body instinctively pressing closer, chasing more. The kiss turned messy again, desperate, both of you breathing hard into each other’s mouths as if air only existed between your lips.
Your gasp dissolved into another kiss when he tugged you down harder against him, rolling his hips up at the same time. The friction was maddening—your thin shorts dragging against the hard line of him under his sweats. Both of you groaned into each other’s mouths at the same time, the sound desperate, needy.
You broke away for air, panting, forehead pressed to his as your hips found a rhythm against him. His hands guided you, big palms on your waist sliding lower to grip the curve of your ass, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper.
“Like that,” he muttered, jaw tight, his head tipping back when you rocked down harder. The muscles in his neck strained, and for a moment you couldn’t help but kiss along his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling his pulse race under your lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” you breathed, words tumbling out before you could catch them. His answering groan was guttural, his hips jerking up into you with more force.
The slow drag turned messy, frantic—your body chasing relief, his meeting you with the same urgency. The air was thick with the sound of your breathing, your muffled moans breaking every time his cock pressed perfectly against you through the layers of fabric.
He caught your mouth again, messy and wet, tongue tangling with yours while his grip on you tightened. Each grind had you clinging to him harder, your nails raking down his back, your body shuddering with the building heat in your core.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped against your lips, voice breaking with need. His thighs shifted beneath you, bracing, giving you more leverage, urging you to move faster.
You buried your face in his shoulder, biting back a cry as you rode him, every rock of your hips sending sparks through your body. His chest heaved against yours, his hands practically holding you in place as he thrust up to meet you, every movement sharper, hungrier.
The world blurred—just sweat, heat, the press of his body and the dizzy rush of pleasure coiling tighter, tighter—
Your rhythm turned frantic, sloppy, every drag of his cock against your soaked shorts pushing you closer to the edge. He met you thrust for thrust, hips snapping up into yours like he couldn’t get enough, the fabric between you nothing but torture now.
“Jungkook—” you gasped, nails biting into his shoulders, head thrown back as the tension in your belly threatened to snap.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, voice thick, his head burying against your neck. His teeth grazed your skin as his hips bucked up harder, faster. “Don’t hold back—fuck—just let go for me.”
The words wrecked you. You ground down harder, your thighs trembling as the pressure exploded, your orgasm tearing through you. A sharp cry left your throat as your body convulsed against him, clinging desperately to his slick skin.
He cursed low, broken, shoving up into you as he came undone, rutting through his release with his jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. His grip bruised at your waist as he held you flush against him, riding out every desperate grind until his body finally stilled under yours.
For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, your foreheads pressed together, both of you trembling and dazed.
Then his voice came soft, almost reverent, brushing against your lips.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. His tone was hoarse but steady, like he meant every syllable. “So fucking perfect. You feel so good… you make me feel so good.”
His eyes searched yours, tender despite the sweat and the mess, his words breaking through the haze and sinking into you like a vow.
You slumped against him, chest still heaving, the sticky warmth between you both proof of what just happened. The reality of it washed over you all at once and you found yourself murmuring, “That was… impulsive.”
Jungkook tilted his head, dark eyes on you, thumb tracing lazy circles along your back. “Maybe,” he admitted softly, “but don’t act like I imagined this.”
You blinked up at him, confused, until he gave a tiny, almost guilty smile.
“I overheard you with Eliza earlier,” he said, voice quiet, almost tentative. “When she asked if we’d hooked up yet. The way you froze? The way you couldn’t answer?” His hand moved up, brushing your hair back gently. “I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling it.”
Your lips parted, embarrassment flooding your face, but he didn’t give you the chance to spiral.
“And I’ve been wondering all day if the tension was just in my head.” His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, tender. “Guess I got my answer.”
You swallowed hard, shifting slightly in his lap, still clinging to a last thread of hesitation. “But what if this makes the rest of the trip awkward?” you whispered.
He huffed a laugh through his nose, leaning his forehead against yours. “The shared bed is awfully convenient, don’t you think?” His lips quirked, teasing but still warm. “Only took us a day.”
That dragged a reluctant laugh from you, soft and quiet. You hadn’t even realized his fingers had found their way into your hair until the gentle tug of them made you lean closer, melting under his touch.
“Hey,” he murmured, eyes soft but steady, voice dipping into something so sure it made your stomach flip. “You don’t have to overthink this. We’re okay. I want this—want you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”
And somehow, the reassurance landed perfectly, wrapping around you like safety itself.
You rest your forehead against his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s quiet apart from the hotel air humming low, and you imagine if you stayed in this moment forever, you almost could.
Then Jungkook shifts, clearing his throat. “I should probably, you know… change,” He teases lightly, voice thick with warmth. “Before this all… dries.” His tone was light, teasing. He straightens, carefully sliding you off his lap. You land on the bed softly, kneeling, watching him—skin still damp, hair dark and slick—from where you sit. He reaches for the bathroom door, pausing just inside the frame, turning back with a look that’s half playful, half something tender. Then he disappears behind the door.
He disappeared into the bathroom, door clicking shut behind him, and the second he was gone, you scrambled for your own bag. The adrenaline still buzzed in your body, but you worked quickly, tugging on an oversized tee and shorts, hesitating just long enough before deciding to leave your bra folded neatly at the bottom of your suitcase.
For the first time since arriving in Belize, your skin felt free, and more importantly—you didn’t feel the need to hide it from him anymore.
The days blurred together after that first night. Every morning started with the two of you brushing past each other in the cramped hotel bathroom, trying not to bump elbows while you traded turns at the sink. Every evening ended the same—plates on the floor, laughter filling the room, and the two of you pressed so close together in bed it was hard to tell where you ended and he began.
You went to the restaurant Jungkook had spotted, the whole group filling tables with food and chatter. Everyone swapped stories about their finds, specimens carefully catalogued, and laughed a little louder after a few drinks. You remember how his hand found yours under the table, how you didn’t pull away.
At night, though, that was yours and his time. Quiet dinners in your room, whispered jokes in the dark, limbs tangled under thin hotel sheets. It wasn’t just the intimacy—it was the comfort. The warmth.
By the time the trip wrapped, the bond felt unshakable.
At the airport bus, everyone dragged their luggage toward the waiting line, voices a little hoarse with exhaustion. Jungkook drifted off with the guys, their laughter echoing from the back of the group, while you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with Eliza.
“I can’t believe it’s already over,” she sighed.
You nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, I was so anxious the first night. Sharing a bed with Jungkook…” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks warm.
Eliza’s head snapped toward you. “Sharing a bed?” she repeated, her brows lifting.
You blinked, confused. “Yeah? We had one bed in our room.”
Her mouth dropped open, then she burst into laughter so sudden it made people turn around. “Y/N—what? We were all supposed to have separate beds!”
Your eyes widened, stomach dropping. “Wait, what?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she gasped through her laughter.
“I just thought everyone had to share beds!” you blurted, mortified, which only made her laugh harder, clutching her stomach.
The bus driver started calling for boarding, and you could still hear Eliza’s giggles echoing as you tried to process the realization.
When the two of you boarded, Jungkook slid into a window seat without hesitation, and you followed, settling beside him. The hum of the bus filled the silence, students already pulling out headphones or leaning against the glass. Jungkook slipped his arm around you like it was second nature, tugging you close until your side fit snug against his.
You hesitated, cheeks warming, before saying softly, “So, apparently… us only having one bed? That was a booking mistake.”
He turned to you, eyes wide for a split second before a grin spread across his face. His laugh rumbled low in his chest, shaking both of you. “A mistake, huh?”
You nodded, embarrassed. “Yeah. Eliza nearly cried laughing when I told her. I thought everyone had to share beds.”
He squeezed your shoulder gently, eyes still sparkling. “Well… I wouldn’t change it. Not one second. Worth every moment.”
The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, heat crawling up your neck. You let out a small, nervous laugh, lowering your gaze to your hands. “You’re ridiculous.”
But your smile gave you away.
As the bus lurched into motion, the exhaustion of the past days finally caught up. You leaned into him, head resting against his chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His hand smoothed over your arm, holding you close, safe. Protective.
By the time the highway stretched out behind you, your eyes had already slipped shut, sleep finding you in the warmth of his embrace.
Summary: Your car breaks down in a rural town during a solo road trip and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. Jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to a - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own...
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, mechanic JK, manly JK while still being a cutie and a gentleman, this is pretty much a damsel in distress situation, there's a cuck chair again lmao but no cuck in sight this time, lots of sweat bc it's hot there!! they're both soaked in multiple ways, alcohol and weed, making out a little high, fingering, oral (both receiving), PiV, multiple positions, JK gets a bit unhinged and pussy drunk during the deed and pulls a few surprising moves, bit of dirty talk (good girl mentioned)
A/n: There's a lot of yapping and story building for a oneshot. We love a good build up in this house.
Wordcount: 10.4k
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”No, no, no…,“ you plead with your car, stroking the plastic covering behind the steering wheel with one hand. “Please don’t do this to me, we’re almost there!”
The engine light had already lit up some miles back, but you decided to ignore it and just pray you’d make it to your destination. But now, after driving along empty country roads, seemingly endless, with only a few small towns in between breaking the monotony of the scenery, the lights on your dashboard start to flicker and the radio keeps cutting out.
“Shit,” you curse out loud before asking your phone for the directions to the nearest auto repair shop.
Your already shitty air con has totally given up. Beads of sweat are starting to collect on your upper lip as you follow google maps through the scorching heat. Thank god it’s only a few more miles until you pull into a small town off the desert road. This little hick town seems to just be made up of one main road, with a few homes off to the side.
“In 0,2 miles your destination will be on the left,” your navigation lets you know. A minute later you pull up in front of the repair shop with your Buick Century and turn off the ignition. You exhale in relief, at least you made it to the garage. You don’t want to imagine being stranded at the side of the road in the desert, not in this weather.
You let your head fall on the steering wheel that you are gripping with both hands, already worried about how much money you’re going to have to throw at your rust bucket. You step out of your vehicle finally, looking around. There’s what seems to be a small convenience store across the street, a man in denim dungarees and cowboy boots sitting in front of it, smoking. You snort - all that’s missing is a damn banjo.
What comes to your mind immediately is the horror movie cliché of a car breaking down in some rural backwater town and what happens after. You’ve watched countless of them - Wrong Turn, House of Wax, The Hills have Eyes. You don’t have any plans to end up as a final girl to a clan of inbred hillbilly psychos. Hopefully, whatever is wrong with your Buick is fixed quickly so you can be on your way.
You walk into the repair shop through a glass door next to a bigger gate for cars to enter and look around for an employee, unsuccessfully.
“Hello?” you ask into the empty space. There’s a front desk, but it’s unoccupied. Please, don’t let this place be actually closed down already for the day.
“Back here,” you suddenly hear a voice sounding from further back. Relieved, you scan the perimeters to find the source, peeking around a corner.
You find the actual workshop of the garage, multiple cars with open hoods standing around, but you don’t see anyone. Reluctantly, you walk between vehicles, not sure if you are even allowed in here, until you almost stumble over legs sticking out from under some Toyota sedan.
“Um, hi?” you address the jeans-clad legs.
“One sec,” a voice replies and a moment later you hear tools clanking to the floor before a man emerges from under the car.
And, well, he’s really not someone you expected to find in a rural backwater town. It’s not the outfit either, he’s just wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, both smeared with motor oil and grease. What surprises you is the fact that one of his arms is covered in tattoos, down to his fingers, and his ears are decked out in multiple silver hoops. He smiles at you, a piercing through the side of his lower lip, while he wipes his hands on the bandana tied to his pants.
Usually, when you have to bring in your rust bucket, the mechanics crack some sort of unfunny misogynistic joke at your expense before trying to rip you off with unnecessary repairs you didn’t ask for. So that is what you steel yourself for when you tell the dude that your Buick started breaking down as he walks you to the front of the shop.
He clicks open the automatic garage door and tells you to drive your car inside for him to inspect it.
But, shit. When you try to switch on the ignition, it’s dead.
The mechanic comes up to your rolled-down window. “Doesn’t start huh?”, he correctly assesses. “Put it in neutral, I can just push it inside.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, trying to move the shift stick to neutral, without success. It doesn’t budge without the engine being on.
You shrug your shoulders at him in a helpless manner, making him laugh. “Ah, automatic,” he hums before opening the driver door and pulling a screwdriver from the back pocket of his jeans.
Without warning, he’s suddenly in your lap, leaning over you to access the middle console. You would’ve moved out of the way had he warned you. But now this, admittedly very attractive, guy is brushing his tattooed arm against your thighs all non-chalant as he wriggles his screwdriver around the plastic by the gear stick. With one last satisfied hum, he finally moves the stick to the neutral position.
You just dumbly stare at him with hot cheeks when he retreats from your space again and he tells you about some manual switch he pushed. “Oh, sorry,” he apologizes when he sees your startled expression. “I didn’t get dirt on you, did I?” He wipes at the fabric of your pants with his hands, grimacing at himself as in the process, as he actually does brush some grease on it, making him panic slightly. “Shit,” he mutters but you stop him before he can apologize again or spread even more black gunk on you.
“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh, his display of sudden clumsiness making you relax again. He stands up straight, scratching at his neck before collecting himself and moving to the back of your Buick.
“It’s good to go now. Just let go of the brake and steer, alright?” he yells from the back and then the car is slowly rolling. You can’t help stealing a glance at him through your rearview mirror.
His brows are furrowed and the muscles in his shoulders are tensed as he’s pushing the car by its bumper. You can even make out the vein on his forehead popping out a little. The fact that you’ve always had a thing for feats of strength is almost making you forget to steer until his voice forces your eyes to snap back to the garage in front of you.
“Little to the left,” he yells and you comply, maneuvering your car into the workspace.
You pull the handbrake and get out of the driver's seat once you’re in a good spot.
“I’ll pay to get your jeans cleaned,” he tells you with a lopsided smile as he eyes your soiled pants before he walks to the front of your Buick.
“Let’s take a look at your baby,” he says as he yanks open the hood. “I already have a suspicion.”
While he’s checking out the engine compartment, you take a stroll around the shop, trying to pass the time and ignore the dread blooming in your chest about how much this repair is going to cost you.
On the wall behind the counter you spot the usual sexy calendars of women in pin up clothing posing on the hoods of old-timers. Maybe he’s just like all the other mechanics you encountered after all. You quietly chuckle just as you spot another poster among the sexy ladies though. This one has a half-naked man propped against some motorcycle, probably a Harley Davidson. Oh, a man of varied tastes apparently. Feels a little out of place for this small town, once again.
When you hear the hood of your vehicle being slammed shut, you hurry back to the mechanic.
“Yup, I was right,” he tells you, trying to wipe some of his dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand, smearing grease on his forehead in the process. “Alternator’s shot.”
“That sounds … bad?” you reluctantly more so ask than state.
“It just needs to be replaced. Good news first, it’s not a lot of work so I’ll be done in like an hour,” he lets you know. “Bad news - I need to order it in.”
You groan, but you are relieved to learn that at least it’s not as expensive as you feared. The fact that this part will only come in tomorrow though - Shit.
He types your information into his computer and places the order for the new alternator.
“Are there any hotels or something close by?” you ask him once he’s done and comes back around the counter to lean on it.
He shakes his head with an apologetic look on his face. “The closest motel is like two towns over. And it’s a bit of a shit hole.”
That doesn’t sound too inviting, but given your choices, what else are you supposed to do?
“Can you give me the address? I’ll get an Uber to drive me there I guess.”
“Good luck on finding any Ubers out here. We’re basically out of their operating zone.”
Your shoulders slump in defeat as you let your hand holding your phone drop to your side again.
“I’ll take you,” he offers, already on his way to your Buick. “Get your bag.”
You would usually not consider getting into a car with a stranger, but your options are kind of limited here. He can probably sense your hesitation, because he cocks his head to the side and smiles. “Wouldn’t advise accepting rides from strangers, but I can’t have you stay on the street,” he speaks up. “I’m Jungkook, by the way. I’ll give you my ID and everything, you can send it to a friend with your location.”
This won’t help you if he decides to murder you, but you are tired and in need of a shower, so you just sigh and open your car, quickly packing some things you need for an overnight stay into your backpack before shouldering it.
Apparently it’s time to close shop, or maybe he can just decide since he’s the only one in here, but he leads you out the back and locks the door behind him. You won’t question it, you are just glad that you will be able to rest soon. The long drive was becoming torturous anyway.
“Where’s your car?” you ask, looking around the street behind the garage.
Jungkook grins and points towards - oh please - a motorcycle. No way. Well, maybe that explains the leather jacket that he put on just before. You were wondering why he needed it in this scorching heat.
“Pretty, huh?” he muses when you look at him with wide eyes. “It’s a Fat Bob 114.”
Oh sure, whatever that string of random words means. He can’t seriously expect you to get on the back of this. For a moment, you reconsider just walking the streets tonight.
“I don’t even have a helmet,” you try to weasel your way out.
To no avail, since he produces one from behind his back and hands it to you. “Good thing I keep a spare around.”
He’s already stuffing his own backpack into the satchel on the side of the bike, while you fiddle with the helmet. You’ve never even put one on before and when you plop it down over your head, your hair gets caught in front of your eyes.
You hear Jungkook’s muffled laugh and then he steps in front of you, pulling the helmet back off.
“Lemme help,” he mutters while pushing your hair behind your ears while he clamps the headgear between his thighs to free his hands.
The intimate gesture brings heat up your neck and all you muster is a quiet “Thank you.” Then he gently pulls the helmet down and closes the plastic visor with a grin.
“All set,” he pats the top of the protective headwear before putting on his own. He swings his leg over the bike and motions for you to get on behind him.
“Just hold on to me,” he tells you.
You somewhat clumsily climb on and consider just gripping the side of the machine, but as soon as he turns his keys and the bike roars to life, your survival instinct kicks in and you sling your arms around his waist.
He pulls off into the street and soon you’re leaving behind the small town and with it your broken-down car.
Jungkook, thankfully, seems to be considerate of his passenger, because you are pretty sure he’s not even going the speed limit. You still cling on to him for dear life, probably choking him out, but he does not complain. You’re not particularly fond of not being encased in metal while on the road is what you’re learning right now.
After a few miles and your body starting to cramp from clutching on to Jungkook and the bike, you pull up in front of a motel. The parking lot is full of trucks, rarely any regular cars. Jungkook helps you off the motorcycle and takes off his helmet. He seems to be wondering about the amount of trucks, as he raises his eyebrow. Carefully, he removes your helmet for you as well before you can even try to do it yourself. Your hair feels damp and matted, making you cringe slightly as you run your fingers through it.
Jungkook retrieves his backpack from the satchel and pockets the keys.
“This must be a regular stop for truckers to rest, huh?” you wonder out loud to which Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not usually.”
Picking through the small compartment of your backpack, you finally find some tissues.
“Can I just..?” you ask Jungkook, gesturing towards his face with the towelette.
He seems to be confused but doesn’t stop you from wiping at his forehead. You clean the smear of grease off his skin and pocket the tissue.
“That’s better,” you smile at him and when he locks his big soft eyes with you, the corners of his mouth upturned, it makes you gulp. His gaze flickers down to your lips for just a fleeting moment.
With both helmets in hand, he walks you to the check-in counter, where you find the most unenthusiastic-looking clerk you’ve seen in your life.
“Hello,” you address him. “I need a room, please.”
“Really?” he responds in a mocking tone. “Who would’ve guessed that?”
Jungkook slams one of the helmets on the counter, startling the guy.
“Mind checking if you have any available?” he intervenes, a fake smile plastered on his face. One could mistake it for a snarl if it wasn’t for his politeness. With his hand planted firmly on the counter and the muscles in his arm tensed, the clerk seems to have taken the hint.
Woah. Apparently he’s not one to mess around with. It’s kind of hot.
“Alright, alright,” the clerk gives in, suddenly very meek and sheepish, and checks his computer.
“Seems like you’re out of luck, everything’s booked,” he shrugs his shoulders. “There’s some trucker meet-up happening close by, they basically overran the motel.”
Jungkook and you sigh simultaneously. What the hell are you supposed to do now? You really don’t want to go on another road trip if you can avoid it. He pulls out his phone, scrolling furiously, probably trying to figure out an alternative as well.
“Ah, wait,” the clerk suddenly perks up. “There’s someone checking out in a bit. Once we’ve cleaned up the room, it’s yours.”
Oh, thank god. You couldn’t care less that the place is run-down and the employee is a shithead. You’ll just shower and head to bed anyway, maybe scroll a bit on your phone. The aesthetic or lack thereof doesn’t really matter, unless you’ll find suspicious stains on the pillows. Which, to be fair, is not that unlikely, now that you think about it.
“We have a bar,” the employee tells you with an exasperated sigh, as if this was the hardest he’s ever had to work. “You can wait there. It’s gonna be like 2 hours max.”
You nod and turn to Jungkook, who looks a little disgruntled.
“Uhm, will you come pick me up again tomorrow? I kinda don’t have a ride.” The fact that he has to drive you again is gnawing at your pride, but he said it himself, no Ubers around.
He looks at you, quizzically.
“I’m not gonna let you wait around here by yourself,” he shakes his head. “I’ll stay with you until the room’s ready.”
Before you can even start arguing that you don’t need an escort, he’s already placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the bar. For whatever reason you just let it happen. You’re a grown woman, you don’t need a white knight to look out for you. But also, some company would be nice instead of sitting around all alone, just waiting for time to pass. Since he’s also nice to look at, why shouldn’t you indulge a bit longer.
The bar is just as dingy as the rest of the place. All the seats are worn, tears across the old leather. The room reeks of stale smoke and cigars so bad that you scrunch your nose as you step in.
There’s two guys sitting at the bar drinking beer. By the looks of it it’s not the first one of the day either. Probably some of the truckers the clerk mentioned.
Jungkook pushes you into the booth of a table, sliding in next to you without taking his eyes off the dudes at the bar, and shrugs off his leather jacket. Sitting next to each other when you’re only two people has always been weird to you, makes it kind of awkward to chat.
“What do you want to drink?” he asks from beside you.
You take out your phone, checking the time. It’s 7 pm. You could do with a beer as well, so you tell him and he moves out of the seat to get your drinks.
You watch him from your table, only to realize that the two men are staring you down, one even cocks his eyebrows at you. Disgusting. You pull a face at him, but that doesn’t seem to deter him at all, grabbing at his junk while his mate laughs along.
Jungkook is watching this play out, you can tell when his back stiffens. He’s coming back with two beers in hand, immediately sitting down next to you on the bench again, so close this time that your thighs are touching.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, surprised when he puts his arm on the backrest behind you.
“Sorry, but I’m not gonna let those two sleazebags get the impression that you’re here by yourself, no chance,” he grumbles before picking up his glass and taking a big gulp.
The fact that he’s doing this only for show makes you feel a tinge of disappointment, which is just dumb. He’s just being nice, you tell yourself, also reaching for your beer, trying to relax with him being so close to you. It’s not because he’s making you uncomfortable, rather the opposite. You just seriously need to chill.
“How much was it?” you ask him, pointing to your drink, to which he just waves you off.
“Take it as compensation for me putting grease all over your jeans,” he smiles at you.
For a while you two just sit there, his arm around you, sipping away on your beer quietly. Jungkook shoots the gross dudes death glares every now and then. To which you are thankful because the thought of being in here alone with them makes you shiver. Maybe you were in need of a white knight actually. Just this once.
“So,” Jungkook breaks the surprisingly comfortable silence. “Judging by your plates, you’ve been on the road for a while, huh?”
You hum in agreement. “Just a road trip to visit an old friend of mine. Never been to this part of the country.”
“I can tell,” he laughs.
“And you?” you proceed to ask. “Have you ever been out of these parts?”
Jungkook’s fingers tapping away softly on your shoulder while he talks makes blood rush to your cheeks.
“Not really, I grew up around here. Only gone as far as the surrounding cities.”
“So you like living here then?”
He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t really have an opinion on it.
“It’s just, you don’t seem like a small town kinda guy,” you continue when he stays silent.
“Now, why’s that?” he looks at you with a smirk, visibly amused now.
You just motion at his tattooed arm and the piercings, trying not to say anything he might take offense to. It’s his home after all.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be offended at all, because he chuckles at your assessment.
“You know, the next city is just like an hour’s drive away,” he lets you know between laughs. “We’re not cut off from civilization. Not totally.”
You chat away for a while, mostly just small talk. He never takes his arm off your shoulder while you learn that he owns and runs the repair shop by himself and you tell him that you’re in between jobs right now.
You’re laughing at a funny remark Jungkook dropped when the clerk pops his head in.
“Room’s ready,” he lets you know before he trudges away again.
“Before you try to argue - I’m walking you to the room.”
You figured.
So after picking up the key from the front desk, you make your way outside and up some stairs to find your assigned room with Jungkook close behind. On your way there, you can hear some loud bellowing laughter from behind doors as well as a smashing sound, as if a vase or something broke. This really doesn’t feel that welcoming after all, you think as you yank open the dilapidated door. It’s not even hanging straight in its hinges, so you have to lift it up slightly so it doesn’t catch on the floor. Yikes.
Both of you walk inside and Jungkook looks around the room after putting the helmets on a wobbly sideboard.
“What a nice view,” you joke, having walked up behind him to the window, looking down at the parking lot. The laughter gets caught in your throat when you can hear someone loudly fighting outside. When you peek out the window again, you see that it’s two big guys shoving each other and yelling, beer bottles in hand. Please let this night go by fast, you plead silently. You brought your earphones so hopefully you can drown out anything that might go on outside, be it murder or an orgy. You thank whoever invented noise cancelling in advance.
Jungkook turns to you. “Look,” he starts with a serious expression. You have a feeling you know where this is going, so you walk up to the sideboard and push his helmet towards him.
“Thank you for everything, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Jungkook shakes his head and doesn’t move even an inch.
“I can’t let you stay here,” he says, decidedly. “Not by yourself. You’ve seen the kind of guys that hang around here!”
You liked his savior antics earlier, but you still have some pride left.
“I’m not some damsel in distress in need of saving,” you scoff and walk to the door. “I’ll just lock up and sleep by myself like a big girl.” You jokingly wiggle the lock around before realizing it’s almost falling apart at your touch. Oh. This actually doesn’t bode well with you.
Jungkook looks at your wide eyes with a quirked brow, waiting for you to reconsider what you just told him. And you do. Damn.
Then there’s suddenly more clamor seemingly right outside your door. As if someone was crashing into the wall. The look in your eyes turns to pleading. Now you’re actually hoping Jungkook’s offer, whatever exactly it entails, still stands.
“I’ll stay. Don’t worry,” he reassures you as if he just read your mind. Probably not that hard, considering the situation.
“Thanks,” you mumble while looking around the room. There’s exactly one bed, a dresser with a tiny TV on it and what you assume to be the door to the bathroom. And a worn-out leather arm chair.
Jungkook follows your gaze and takes the words out of your mouth when he speaks up.
“I’ll just stay in the cuck chair, you can go ahead and go to sleep.”
The good old cuck chair, a must-have of any rented room that’s worth anything. What would people do without it? Although this one actually seems like it’s been in heavy use. Ew. At least you’re not the one having to sit in it.
To your horror, this stuffy room has no air conditioning, only a ceiling fan above the bed that barely does its job. Opening the window is no use at this time of night either, as it’s still hot out.
“I could never get used to this heat,” you huff and sit down at the edge of the mattress, causing the bedframe to squeak. “Don’t think I can even sleep while it’s this hot,” you add, groaning.
Jungkook brings his stuff over to his designated spot for the night to keep watch of the door or whatever his plan actually is. Your knight in shining armor, you scoff to yourself. The fact that you’re sharing a motel room with some stranger is outrageous and very much out of scope of what you had planned for this trip. Even if said stranger is nice to look at. You watch him from the corner of your eyes as you kick off your sneakers and pull your legs up on the bed into a criss-cross position. His white shirt has gone see-through in the back from sweat and it’s sticking to him. No wonder - he’s been wearing a leather jacket and also you clung to his back earlier like a koala while driving here.
It's only around 9 pm when you check your phone and start scrolling through various social media apps, quickly getting bored. Beads of sweat are forming on your forehead, you feel like you’re being boiled alive sitting here in jeans, but you’re not about to strip in front of Jungkook, who’s also taken his spot in the chair with his phone in hand.
“Hey, you want to get some more beer?” you ask him, sure that you’ll be up for quite a while and beer always makes you sleepy, so that might help.
“Sure,” he nods, walking over to you and holding his hand out. “We can get some from the bar.”
You let him help you off the bed and slip back into your shoes. It’s a quick trip, Jungkook never taking his arm off your waist as he walks you through the premises.
Equipped with 4 cold bottles of beer you return to your room where Jungkook immediately opens one for you with a lighter from his back pocket.
The cool liquid goes down smoothly, making you sigh in content as you sit down on the end of the bed so you can actually face him in his spot where he is currently holding the bottle against his neck in an effort to cool off.
Striking up a conversation while you down the first drink, you inquire further about his repair shop.
“It’s been in the family for a few generations,” he lets you know. “I’ve been around cars since I was little, back when it was my grandfather’s still.”
“Did you ever consider doing anything else? College or something?” you wonder.
Jungkook laughs at the idea. “I’m way too dumb for a degree. And I like getting my hands dirty. Manual labor takes my mind off of things. I enjoy it.”
You get it, the road trip was supposed to serve the same purpose - taking your mind off what’s been troubling you. Could’ve figured that driving by yourself for hours makes your thoughts race instead. Maybe you’re dumb too.
Jungkook asks about you being in between jobs then, since you mentioned it to him earlier.
“I quit so I could leave my place for a while. Wasn’t that great of a job anyway, so no loss there.”
You put the now empty bottle on the ground and flop back on the mattress with your eyes closed, letting the ceiling fan blow hot air around you for a bit.
“You alright?” Jungkook’s voice chimes up.
“Yeah,” you hum out from your horizontal position. Mostly thanks to him, you ponder and find yourself glad your car started going to shit in his vicinity and not some place else. You just chill for a moment, trying to drown out the ruckus outside of your room. You’re in here, safe, protected. Jungkook is pretty beefy, so you’re not too worried about any truckers trying to bust their way into here. The ones that crossed your way so far looked out of shape. Not that you’re judging, you probably wouldn’t opt for a gym session after driving for hours on end either.
“Thank you again,” you sit back up, feeling like you're admitting defeat. “For staying with me. I’m sorry for all the troubles.”
Jungkook only replies with a smile and hands you the second bottle of beer. “I didn’t have any plans for tonight anyway. Your company beats watching TV alone by miles.”
He’d probably have air conditioning though and wouldn’t have to swelter in this dump. His face is shiny from the sheen of sweat, making his dark hair stick to his forehead, which he brushes away with his fingers continuously. Actually, maybe you got lucky having him stuck here with you, cause the fabric sticking to his chest is … really something. You reluctantly peel your eyes away from his muscles, not trying to be a creep after all he’s done for you. Can’t be ogling him like one of those sleazy truckers did to you earlier. Maybe it’s the beer finding its way to your brain or you’re just really not better than a man.
Your body doesn’t feel much drier than him, though you are sure the sweat doesn’t look even half as attractive on you.
While sipping on your third beer, you talk about more benign things, discovering that Jungkook and you share a lot of favorite bands and musicians. During your conversation, he keeps putting the glass bottle up to his face like he did earlier, obviously uncomfortable from being hot.
The ceiling fan only swirls the hot air around, but on the bed and directly under it, it provides at least some relief from the unrelenting heat while he’s suffering in the cuck chair.
“You know you could just come sit on the bed, right?” you interrupt him waving his hand in front of his face like a makeshift fan.
He pauses, considering your offer, and then sighs. “Nah, I’m stinky from working, don’t want to make it all gross.”
“Please, I don’t want to find you melted into a puddle in that fucking chair tomorrow morning,” you joke. “Sounds like one hell of a clean-up. Also, who’s gonna fix my car if you perish from overheating?”
“I might not be the first dead body in that chair, now that I look at it,” he wrinkles his nose as he gets up and eyes the worn-out leather.
“But I’ll take a shower first, if that’s alright with you,” he finally gives in.
“Sure,” you nod. “Go ahead. Haven’t checked out the bathroom - hope you won’t come out dirtier than before.”
Jungkook chuckles as he makes his way into the little side-room.
While you hear the shower run, you empty your beer and shoot your friend a message that your arrival will be delayed because of your shitty car.
Shortly after the water turns off, Jungkook sheepishly peeks around the corner.
“My shirt is soaked,” he tells you with an apologetic smile. “I’ll air it out and put it back on, yeah?”
His coyness makes you burst into laughter. How cute.
“Jungkook, your shirt has been see-through for the last 2 hours, I’ve seen it all. Now don’t be stupid and come sit with me.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh and throws his moist t-shirt on the sideboard, hoping it will dry down, before putting his shoes and socks next to yours by the door.
“Which side are you gonna sleep on?” he asks you, making you raise an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to put my greasy ass down where you have to sleep,” he explains and gestures at the smears on his pants. “This bed is probably already gross enough.”
You take a tentative whiff of the pillowcase on your side. “It’s actually not so bad,” you shrug your shoulders before patting the mattress on the unoccupied half of the bed, urging him to finally come and sit.
So, in this incredible turn of events, you’re now sitting shoulder to shoulder with a shirtless small-town mechanic, watching TV in a decrepit motel.
Switching through countless porn channels, you finally happen upon re-runs of The X-Files, which makes both of you perk up in excitement.
“I love Gillian Anderson,” you gush as her glorious red hair appears on screen.
“I love David Duchovny,” Jungkook replies with a sigh. “Gillian’s not bad either.”
His remark doesn’t surprise you as you recall the very bisexual collection of raunchy calendars displayed in his shop.
You both settle against the headboard, getting comfortable, and dive into the episode, following along as Scully and Mulder track down a mutant man that’s hiding in vents to eat people’s livers. Mulder has just foiled the abomination’s attempt to murder some family when Jungkook’s head suddenly drops onto your shoulder.
You can tell he’s asleep by the way his body is slumped against yours. So much for watching the door, huh?
His soft, slow breathing is fanning over your neck and you decide to just let him nap, watching the intro to the next episode roll. That is, until your back starts to hurt from your current position, so you shift slightly, which startles Jungkook awake.
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” he looks at you horrified when the initial post-nap confusion has worn off. “Did I drool on you?”
You assure him it’s fine and that he did not. Jungkook stands up and stretches his arms over his head, your eyes following the movement of his bared muscles as he does. He yawns and shuffles over to the window, cracking it open and sticking his head outside.
The clamor has calmed down it seems, no more yelling and fighting audible, you realize in relief.
“I think we can keep this open now,” Jungkook decides. “It has cooled down like… at least 1 degree.”
You agree, even if it won’t help with the warmth, some fresh air won’t hurt.
“You should try and get some sleep,” he proposes. “I’m guessing you still have some miles to drive tomorrow.”
He’s probably right and you can feel the beer you had swimming around in your head, relaxing your body.
Jungkook goes to switch off the big light and settles back into the cuck chair. Apparently he’s not planning on resuming his little nap but is back on duty.
You pull off your socks, leaving you in jeans and a shirt still, which is not your preferred way of going to bed. Since you’re still hot, you just lie down on top of the duvet, turning to your side and pulling up your legs.
“Good girl,” Jungkook coos at you from across the room and you can feel his smirk without even looking at him.
The minutes pass by and you just toss and turn, not able to wind down at all.
“Can’t sleep, huh?” Jungkook asks when you reach for the phone on your nightstand after the futile 30-minute attempt to drift off has gone nowhere. You’re uncomfortable in your clothes, sweating, and your mind keeps straying to exactly the places you’ve tried to outrun with your road trip.
Before you swing your legs off the bed you reach to turn on the lamp on the bedside table as you don’t dig sitting around in complete darkness. You’re in the process of stretching your neck and shoulders while Jungkook rummages through his backpack. It seems like he found what he was looking for because he perks up.
“Wanna smoke?” he asks you, holding up a pre-rolled joint with a bright smile on his face.
You laugh and go through your own bag, producing a ready-to-go spliff as well.
“I’m taking this as a Yes,” Jungkook chuckles and moves to the opened window where you join him. You squeeze past him so you can hop up on the windowsill, sitting with your legs dangling in the air and your side leaning against the window frame.
Jungkook rests his upper body against the other side before he fishes the lighter out of his pocket and ignites the joint between his lips.
Passing the doobie between each other, you pick up the topic of his shop again, still curious.
“You plan on staying in your town forever?” you ask him. “Like, just keep the garage going until you’re too old to work anymore?”
He takes a drag and huffs out some smoke while he thinks about it.
“I like the mechanic work,” he starts. “But I’m not really keen on living the rural town life for the rest of eternity.”
“I knew you weren’t the type.”
“Yeah. But I just can’t let go of the shop. I thought about selling it before, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It would probably kill my dad if I did.”
“He’d want you to be happy, no?”
He hums pensively, takes another hit and hands you the joint. Jungkook lets his fingers linger on yours for a moment when he does. His side is pressing into your thigh since there’s not much space in the window. The way his eyes are locked on yours is making your breath hitch and you almost choke on the smoke you inhaled. You cough, which makes him reach behind you to stroke your back. Your free hand grabs his naked shoulder while you recover from the coughing fit.
Once you catch your breath and sit back up straight, Jungkook doesn’t return to his spot next to you, but instead remains in front of you, basically between your legs.
His hand slides away from your back though, holding on to the windowsill next to your leg instead.
“I didn’t really quit my job for the trip,” you sigh, looking down at your dangling feet. The weed really seems to loosen up your tongue tonight. “Just couldn’t do it anymore, it kept burning me out to a pathetic pile of ash.”
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook earnestly tells you, squeezing your arm lightly in a comforting manner.
Apparently your weed-riddled brain decides to just lay out all your business to him, because before you can stop yourself, you are already dropping the rest of your recent lore.
“’M driving through the whole country to my friend’s place because I found out I got cheated on. The breakup hit me quite hard after such a long time together. Needed to get far, far away.”
“Must be a fucking idiot,” Jungkook shakes his head and tries to catch your gaze, which makes you lift your head when he starts to crouch to look up at you.
He moves closer to you then, making your knees spread further to accommodate his frame. After flicking the butt of the joint out of the window, he places his palm on your thigh while his other hand comes up and brushes some of your hair behind your ear. His head is cocked to the side and you’re locking eyes, with his fingers still resting softly against your cheek.
It’s like time freezes and then you’re suddenly leaning forward and your lips collide, slotting together effortlessly, like they were never meant to be apart to begin with. You sigh against him as if you’re letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding and he uses the moment to slip his tongue between your parted lips. His hand has wandered to your neck while yours found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as your tongues dance against each other. All the stress of today just falls off you, like a lizard shedding his skin. The kiss is all-encompassing, leaving no room for any thoughts in your head other than taking away every inch of space between your bodies. As you make out, the palm on your thigh slowly caresses from your leg to your side and then back down to your ass, where it rests and squeezes ever so lightly. Even this soft touch makes your hips hitch towards Jungkook and you feel him smile against your mouth and exhale a laugh through his nose. You would be embarrassed if he wasn’t pressing himself into your crotch, holding you in place, obviously just as excited to feel you against his body. He nibbles on your lower lip before licking across it and then his face is suddenly gone from yours. You just stare at him all dumb and breathless, still entangled with him. His thumb brushes over your lip, wiping away the moisture left behind from the kiss and continues to put it in his mouth. You stifle a whine at the sight, trying to collect yourself at least a little bit, so you slide off the windowsill. Not taking into account Jungkook’s close proximity to you, the movement makes you rub yourself against his groin by accident. He’s not shy about the groan that leaves him at the contact, but he steps back a bit to give you space anyway.
“Want to give sleep another shot?” he asks you, brushing over your cheek one last time before removing his hand.
“Mhm,” you nod. “I’m gonna take a shower first though.”
“Good idea,” Jungkook sends you off with a pat to your ass, making your face heat up even more.
Oh, you really need a cold shower for more than one reason.
You finally step out of your sweaty clothes, dropping them in a pile on the bathroom floor. When the spray of water hits you, you sigh. It feels so good to finally wash away the grime. What you can’t rinse off is the tight feeling between your legs as you think about Jungkook, shirtless and sweaty, pressed to your body. You take a few minutes to just stand under the water raining down on you, fighting the urge to touch yourself, that’s how riled up the kiss has gotten you.
When you turn off the water and get out of the shower, you realize that there is only a small towel, nothing that could actually cover your body in any decent way. You only brought panties to the bathroom with you. The only thing you find attached to the door is a questionable bathrobe. Better than nothing, you think after inspecting and smelling it, deciding it’s clean. You quickly towel-dry your wet hair with the small cloth so you don’t look like a dog that got caught in the rain before slipping on your panties and the robe, closing it around you with its belt.
Jungkook has returned to the cuck chair when you come back out. He’s reclined back into it, leisurely stretching his spread legs out as he eyes you with heavy lids. He’s so fucking sexy lounging there in just his jeans, his upper body glazed by sweat, making his tattoo glisten in the dim light of the bedside lamp. You nibble on your lower lip absentmindedly, slowly stepping closer.
And he’s looking right back at you like he wants to ravish you. The slight tent in the front of his pants is reassuring proof that the kissing didn’t leave him unaffected either.
“Are you not hot in this?” he gestures at your robe while looking you up and down before sitting up straight.
“Are you not hot in your jeans?” you tease in response, making him chuckle.
“C’mere,” he curls his fingers at you to beckon you closer and your feet move before your brain even catches up.
Once you’re in reach, he grabs the belt of the bathrobe and pulls you into him, hands snaking to your backside when there’s no more room between you. He massages your ass cheeks through the soft fabric at an agonizingly slow pace and you’re already becoming impatient, so you take initiative and climb into his lap, your knees around his thighs. There’s just enough room in the chair for you to fit. With your arms locked around his neck, you immediately go in for another kiss, licking into him. Spurred on by your eagerness, his hands slip under your robe, making the belt slowly unravel with each movement of his palms against your naked skin underneath. You didn’t think it was possible in this heat, but you erupt in goosebumps when his fingers slide over your waist, up to the side of your breasts where he lets them linger before splaying them out to cup your tits.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mutters against your lips just as one of his digits brushes over a pert nipple, which makes you inhale a sharp breath. His mouth moves to the side of your neck, where he sucks on your skin, surely leaving behind bruises. The sensation makes you grind your hips down against his growing cock, craving friction. He groans into the crook of your neck, so you keep swiveling your lower body in his lap, both of your breathing increasing in speed as your arousal is escalating to new levels.
Finally, he’s had enough of the bathrobe covering his view of your body and when you let go of him, he slides it off your shoulders, dropping it to pool on the floor by his feet.
With your bare tits in front of his face, he hums in approval, his hands roaming the skin of your nude torso.
“Wow,” he sighs in appreciation, licking over his lips once before latching on to a nipple. The flicking of his tongue elicits a whimper from you and makes your back arch, pressing your chest closer to him.
You can feel the rough denim covering his dick though the thin fabric of your underwear, which is already going damp as you rub yourself over him again and again.
You lift yourself off his crotch, your hand finding his belt, undoing the buckle. When you struggle to open the fly of his pants one-handed, he removes his hand from your tit and looks up at you.
“You sure?” he asks you softly and when you nod, he helps you out by popping the button himself, so you just have to pull down the zipper. He lifts himself off the seat just enough to wriggle the jeans down to his thighs. His hard dick twitches excitedly when you palm him through his Calvin Klein boxers.
Jungkook reaches between you, his fingers finding your still clothed pussy, just ghosting over your core, tentatively. You instinctively press down into his touch, sighing, which impels him to run his digits over the moistened fabric harder. Feeling your arousal through the panties already, he pulls them to the side, giving him access to run his finger between your labia. “Like silk,” he muses quietly, before dipping in further, gathering your wetness.
“Dripping for me already,” he groans, his breath fanning over your neck now. “So fucking hot.”
His middle finger finds your entrance then and pushes in slowly before curling it once inside. You writhe in his hold, impatient to be filled by him. After pumping a few times, he slides in a second finger, the pads dragging across your walls which each movement of his wrist, making you whine.
When the thirst for his cock takes over you, you reach down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just far enough to free his hard dick. He moans lowly when you wrap your fingers around him, squeezing before giving him a determined tug, your thumb spreading precum across his tip.
His fingers slip out of you then, leaving you clenching around air. His hand comes up on top of yours on him, engulfing your smaller one completely, guiding your pumps. Your juices on his fingers add to the glide, every stroke along his length now producing a nasty squelching sound.
With his free hand, he fishes out his wallet from his jeans, producing a single condom. You basically rip it out of his fingers, tearing the package open with your teeth. After slapping his own hand away from his dick with the back of yours, you roll on the rubber.
He takes hold of your wrist and gently twists you palm up under his face, then lets a drop of spit fall into it. You spread the drool around his shaft before lining yourself up to the tip of his cock.
Jungkook grips on to your waist as you lower yourself down on him until you’re flush to his crotch. The stretch makes you whimper as he slides into you, his own head falling back on to the chair with his eyes closed.
“Shit,” he mutters, voice strained. “You feel amazing.”
That’s enough encouragement for you to start moving, your hips going in circles as you bounce up and down. His cock curves just the right way to rub over your g-spot each time you slam your ass down into him.
His fingers have wandered to your ass cheeks, kneading at the supple flesh. He’s not guiding your movement, he lets you take the reigns as you ride him like your life depends on it.
The damn cuck chair is restricting you though, your knees confined by the armrests, you can’t get into it the way you know would blow his fucking mind. When you lift yourself off his cock, his head shoots back up, looking at you quizzically as you move off his lap and lower yourself on the floor between his legs. He spreads them immediately, accommodating you kneeling before him.
You peel off the condom, throwing it aside, before bracing yourself on his thigh with one hand. His palm comes down to land on top of your fingers running over the muscle of his upper leg. He caresses your hand as you close in on his cock, poking out your tongue to give it tiny kitten licks all over. His gaze never leaves you when your lips finally close around his leaking tip and he immediately twitches in your mouth with a whimper. Your lips are wet from precum and you let them run over his tip and down his shaft before taking him in properly. While you work your way down his length, your tongue flat against it, small whine-like sounds keep escaping him, contrasting the low groans he huffed out before and it’s making your head swim with need.
You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him down as far as you can go, your tongue swirling over his frenulum and through his slit on every upwards move. He’s too big to get all of him into your mouth, so you wrap your fingers around the remaining length, aiding with flicks of your wrist.
The groans from earlier begin to mix in between the higher-pitched whimpering, his fingers gripping on to yours harder as you keep going.
Jungkook is staring at you through the whole blowjob, mouth slightly agape, his chest heaving.
“So damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he muses between huffs, his free hand tangling into the back of your hair.
The praise goes straight to your pussy, throbbing and feeling neglected. You’re sure though it’s not going to be for long while you keep bobbing your head. And you were right, because soon after he peels you off himself gently by your hair, his other hand helping you up. He pulls you closer to him, slotting his lips against yours for a lazy kiss with his fingers grazing your jaw.
After breaking the kiss, he gets up, his sweaty back sticking to the leather producing a moist squelch, taking you with him and walking you over to the bed while stepping out of his jeans and boxers on the way. He lays you down on your back with an arm around you.
This time it’s him getting on his knees at the end of the bed. Jungkook grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, your legs spread around his head. He removes the panties still bunched up next to your pussy, taking a deep whiff of them before tossing them aside. He dips his head between your thighs immediately, mumbling against your core.
“You smell like heaven,” you can barely make out, his voice muffled by your skin, but it’s enough to make you moan at the dirty compliment. Maybe you have a praise kink that you weren’t aware of before, because he’s driving you insane.
The last thing you see before your head falls on the mattress is his twinkling eyes looking at you with hunger-blown pupils. Then his mouth is on you, his tongue running along your slit, lapping up the gathered arousal. Each pass of his tongue is pulling you further into oblivion and when he finally sucks your clit between his lips, all you can do is gasp and grip the bedsheets. His nose is pressed to your pubic mound as he lavishes at your pussy, relentlessly flicking over your most sensitive spot. He’s really not wasting any time, already having you right on the edge.
He alternates between his tongue and his lips in a mind-numbing rhythm and then two of his fingers push into you as well. Feeling him press his fingertips into your walls and working your clit at the same time has you arching off the bed.
“Don’t stop,” you plead, your orgasm approaching in a rapid pace.
With one last curl of his fingers inside you, you clench around them and come on his face. Your thighs close around his head, caging him in as your hips lift off the mattress accompanied by a strangled whimper. Your body twitches helplessly as he keeps lapping at your clit, bordering on overstimulation as your orgasm slowly ebbs down and you finally have to push his face away from between your thighs.
“Fuck, I could eat you out forever,” he groans, his lips and chin dripping in spit and your wetness as he reluctantly detaches from you. “I can’t get enough of your pussy. So sweet.”
You laugh breathlessly, slumping back on to your elbows. “Yeah, I could tell.”
He comes up from the floor, his palm wrapped around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself. When he looks down on you with hooded eyes, you grab his arm and pull him down. Jungkook chuckles as he lands on top of you, holding himself up with one arm so he doesn’t crush you.
His leg slots between yours and his cock drags along your hip, smearing precum on your skin when he crashes your lips together. After feverishly letting your tongues tangle and bodies rub against each other, giving you time to recover, he pulls away and rolls onto his back. Using the moment, you grab a condom from your backpack next to the bed before you follow along, swinging your leg over his thighs to straddle him. You put the protection on him with gentle hands, only tugging lightly a single time when you’re done. Hovering just above his twitching cock then, you start exploring his torso, fingers running across his abs up to his chest, feeling the taut muscle contract under your hands. You trace the tattoo that goes from his arm, over his shoulder down to his pecks. His nipples are hardened and you can’t resist brushing over them, small, dark and stiff, contrasting his pale skin. His hips hitch up at the teasing touch, making his cock glide between your labia. He whimpers and curses under his breath as he keeps sliding along your pussy, still puffy from the orgasm. The tip of his dick catches on your clit with every hump, your body now moving in sync to his motions, increasing the delicious friction.
On your last slide downwards, you angle your hips and with you still being soaked and spit-slick, his cock enters you without resistance. His hands on your ass tighten their grip as he sucks in a harsh breath. You can’t hold back your own drawn-out moan as your pussy is finally being filled out again. With your fingers splayed on his abdomen for support, you lift up slightly just to slam back down. There’s no slow start, you’re not playing around, immediately gyrating your hips with every bounce, your pussy gripping his cock tightly like it’s trying to rip it off.
The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, wet squelching every time you move back down on his cock and a symphony of both your moans echoing off the walls.
Jungkook lets you lead again, but after a while, he can’t help but thrust up into you, matching your rhythm and speed. You straighten out your back so you can reach behind you, cradling his balls, massaging them while you rock in his lap, before dipping down further to press into his taint firmly, pulling another whimper from him.
“Damn,” he presses out, his dick pumping into you. “You’re the best fucking ride of my life.”
With his cock dragging along your walls, you let yourself fall forward and his arms close around your lower back, holding you close. You rest your head against his shoulder, your ass still drawing circles on him, your cheeks ricocheting every time your hips meet. At this angle, your clit is now rubbing against him, making you gasp at the much-needed friction while he shoves into you from beneath. It doesn’t take long for you to get close again, so you grind down harder, chasing your high.
When your moans increase in volume, Jungkook digs his hands back into your ass.
“That’s it,” he breathes against your ear. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
His words unravel you immediately, the coil in your stomach snapping and you come for a second time with a cry, the intensity almost overwhelming. Your pussy clenches around him tightly, making him groan through gritted teeth under you. You sob into his shoulder while you try to keep riding out your orgasm with trembling thighs and your whole body convulsing.
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to calm down this time. With strong arms, he lifts you off him and on your back. He stares down at you with dark eyes as he positions himself between your legs before he grabs the back of your knees and basically folds you in half. Jungkook rams his cock back into you without warning, the bed creaking loudly under the pistoning of his hips. You can do nothing but take his delicious slams into your sensitive pussy, too fucked out to contribute, your breathing coming out in shallow huffs between moans.
With a particularly harsh thrust, you hear a bed slat crash into the floor. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care that he’s not only taking you apart, but also the bedframe, rapidly approaching his orgasm judging by the stuttered grunts that reverberate around you. You feel like you’re getting vertigo from Jungkook all over and inside you, the effects of you coming so hard still lingering, having you blissed out and your brain comfortably empty.
It doesn’t take long for his movements to go choppy.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight… so… perfect,” he struggles to grit out between heavy breaths before his hips still and he releases his load inside you accompanied by stuttered moans. The fingers on the back of your thighs dig into your skin, probably leaving marks, as he continues pumping into you sloppily until your pussy has milked every last drop of cum out of him and he can’t hold himself up any longer. His body gives out, trembling, and he lets go of your legs before collapsing on top of you.
With his face in the crook of your neck, he exhales a shaky, incredulous laugh. Your fingers tangle into the back of his hair, caressing his scalp while he comes down. You are close to drifting off with Jungkook’s weight pressing into you, a calming feeling washing over you, when his voice startles you awake again.
“Are you okay?” he asks you with a hoarse voice, lifting himself off you, taking off the condom and settling against your side instead. His arm finds your middle and he pulls you closer.
“Better than the bed,” you giggle sleepily.
Reluctantly, you move out of his embrace, not willing to risk having to continue your road trip with a bladder infection.
“I’ll be right back,” you let him know.
You traipse to the bathroom to pee and when you come back, Jungkook is on his back, snoring lightly. You quickly pull on a baggy t-shirt and some panties and climb back into bed, careful not to wake him. When you snuggle into his side, his mouth curls into a smile and he hums.
“I’m taking you to breakfast before we go back tomorrow,” he mumbles with a sleep-tinged voice before drifting back off.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading :] Please consider reblogging or commenting if you enjoyed, or if you're shy, feel free to send us an anonymous ask! <3
hi. im the anon trying to get into bts. i fell asleep almost immediately after typing allat and pushed that entire ask out of my mind because thinking about what i said made me embarrassed but wow. u delivered. thank u. im glad to know im not the only one put off from artists by bad experiences. the day i can listen to blood sweat and tears again i will be unstoppable TRUST. i just watched the hot ones interview and who the fuck said 6 7?😭 the whole interview was hilarious. im autistic and i have pretty bad echolalia. if i say COME ON WING!! for 2 weeks im blaming you(lighthearted)
i will be listening to music shortly and im gonna be having a friend show me more stuff of the members tonight! my genuine reactions to some of them "i like his belly button" "his biceps look like they walk through doors before him" "i feel like ive seen him in a horror game. like he genuinely has the face of a character in one." "who is he? he looks like he's seen horrors. i love that" again thank you^_^
Never be embarrassed dropping in my anon!
If somebody is saying 6 - 7 is def Jungkook lmaoooo I love that man so much. Come back when you think you have a bias!! 🤍 I’m invested
Can I just say I love how sex positive you are? <3
Thank you! Writing and being positive about others experiences is my way of healing my ✨ trauma ✨ but everybody should try and be positive as long as boundaries are clear
Summary: Reader goes to a her friends dealer to pick up some weed. However, when she finds she left her wallet in her other bag, she had to pay in another way.
This is a work of fiction and the scenario in this fic is only okay in fantasy settings. This fic contains use of drugs and payment for drugs with sex. I do not condone the use of marijuana unless it is legal where you live and if you are of legal age. Please use responsibly. Please only buy from trusted vendors. Do not EVER trade sex for drugs.
Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Drug deal. Marijuana use. Dom! Namjoon and Sub! Reader. Sex while high. Slight dub-con. Oral sex. (M and f.) nipple play. fingering. Multiple orgasms. P in V. Rough sex. Squirting. Dirty talk. Pet names. (Good girl. Baby). Degrading names (slut. Whore.) spanking.
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“Are you sure this is safe?” You mumbled into the receiver of your cell phone to your best friend.
“Yes! Don’t be so dramatic.” She yelled loudly back at you, the loud sounds of the club music behind her.
“But it’s not even at a dispensary or anything. It’s a damn house! You really expect me to just go up to this guys door and just.. ask him to sell me fucking weed?” You run your hand through your hair in stress, sinking deeper into the seat of your car.
“Our dispensary got raided and shut down. Yoongi says this guy is legit. He buys from him all the time. Hey! Stop it-“ she giggled, probably getting teased by some guy who she had buying her drinks.
“Yeah but Yoongi is a guy. I’m all by myself-“
“Hey babes I gotta go.” She giggled again, her voice seeming distant now as it faded into the music in the background. “Just go get your drugs and chill the fuck out for the rest of the night. You’ll be fine.”
“Fine.” You sighed. “Love you.”
“Love you! Bye!”
After the line went dead you sat in silence for a moment, staring at the long walk to the front door before you finally decided it was now or never. You got out of your car and walked up the driveway, rehearsing what you would say in your head before you got to the entrance to make sure it came out right. However, as soon as the door opened before you could even knock, all your words seem to fail you.
“You’ve been sitting outside for 15 minutes. What do you want?” A tall man with a deep voice confronted you. His voice was not angry but definitely suspicious. His towering stature made you freeze where you stood.
“I-uh. I’m sorry. I was on a phone call.” You stuttered, your voice weak and fear very apparent.
“Okay. But, what are you here for.” He asked again. His voice was still flat. Even. His mood a bit unreadable. You couldn’t see his face fully as his porch light was burned out, possibly left unchanged on purpose.
“I’m looking for Namjoon? My friend- I mean, my friends friend named Yoongi has come here before apparently to see him-“ you started to explain a bit too frantically before the man standing before you cut you off with a sigh.
“Come inside.” The man stepped back and into the light, revealing a breathtakingly handsome face that made your brain stop for a solid second before the words he just said register.
“Inside the house?” You said, your voice a slight octave higher than before.
“You want to buy weed right?” He asked, an eyebrow cocked up in confusion.
“Yes but-“
“Then come inside. You’re drawing attention from the neighbors.” He told you with his jaw tight, his voice a bit more rushed. You stepped inside without a second thought, the door closing and locking behind you. “Follow me.”
You followed him through the house and to the living room where there was a rolling tray and pre-rolled joints lined up. On the other side of the table, baggies of dark green nuggets were lined up in rows very obviously by weight. This was where the dealer did his work, weighing everything precisely.
“Take a seat on the couch.” He told you, dipping out of the room and leaving you alone. You sat on the soft cushions and placed your hands in your lap, almost as if you were waiting to be scolded. After a moment, you pulled your skirt down as far as it could go. Suddenly feeling like it was much too short to be where you were. You felt awkward, a bit scared still, but more so eager to just get this whole interaction over with. Soon, the same man appeared again with two bottles of water in his hand and a joint tucked behind his ear. He held out a bottle to you which you took hesitantly.
“How long until Namjoon gets here?” You asked, trying your best to be quiet. The man let out a soft chuckle, his face softening for the first time since you met.
“That would be me.” He said simply, taking a sip of his water while he eyed you cautiously. You felt instant embarrassed, a heat covering her cheeks instantly at the realization.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “You must think I’m an idiot.”
“No. I didn’t really introduce myself.” He shrugged. “But typically, I don’t have to. Customers aren’t normally interested in formalities.”
“Yoongi knew your name. It seems he is interested in formalities with you.” You challenge him only slightly which makes him smirk.
“Yoongi has been a customer for a long time. One of my first. He’s earned that right.”
“And I haven’t? He’s the one who gave me your contact. Shouldn’t that give me some sort of credit?”
“It should.” He admitted. “However, you’re acting as if this is your first drug deal. Have you even smoked weed before?”
“Of course I have.” You laughed. “I just normally go to a shop. You know, something a bit more “formal.” But the one I frequent just got shut down and I had to re-up. So, here I am.”
“Formal but just as illegal.” Namjoon laughs, highly amused. “So, you’re just acting strange because you’re buying from my house?”
You shrug, annoyed that he’s making your rational fear seem so simple.
“I’m not a killer. I won’t hurt you. You want weed and I sell it. Simple as that.”
“And is it normal for you to bring your customers inside the house you sell from?” You press him, your voice thick in annoyance.
“No.” He said flatly. “But, like I said, you had been outside for over 15 minutes and my neighbors are the nosy type. Typically my customers come up, tell me exactly what they want, and get on their way.”
“If your neighbors are nosy why hasn’t your whole operation been blown up yet?”
“I’m quite charming, believe it or not.” He smiled a breathtaking smile, one that would have knocked you off your feet if you were standing up. “And they think I’m selling workout supplements. Pre-workout.”
“I mean, you’re pretty buff. I’d believe it.” You say without thinking which makes him raise his brow.
“Is that so?”
“I’m just.. making an observation. It’s obviously true since that lie has worked out for you this far.” You shrugged, settling down into his couch in embarrassment.
“I only tease.” Namjoon chuckles lightly and raises his hand to take the joint that was tucked behind his ear into his fingers. “Why don’t you share this with me?”
“Oh, uh-“
“I’m still not convinced you smoke, you know.” He smirks. “I’m not here to pressure you. I’m just simply offering.”
You knew you shouldn’t. You were alone with a man you didn’t know. A dealer, no less. In a house you had never been to. The conversation you had with him had been minimal but you still felt no real threat, maybe even a bit disarmed by his inciting looks so, you agreed. He joined you on the couch and brought the joint up to his lips, lighting it and taking the first hit before handing it off to you.
“I was wrong about you, it seems.” He said pleasantly surprised as he watched you take an experienced, long, drag of the pre-roll. You smirked as you exhaled the puff of smoke into the air.
“I tried to tell you. I’m not an amateur.”
“You could have fooled me. It looked as if you were about to run out the front door any second.” Both of you laughed, the effects of the weed starting to set it the more you passed the joint back and forth.
“I’m by myself coming into some strangers house to buy drugs. Men might be able to do that without any worry but women can’t.” You explained to him once more.
“I might be a dealer but I’m no monster. I can control myself, even around beautiful women.” He said which made your stomach flutter and cheeks burn hot. “But, since you did come to buy from me, what exactly are you here for?”
“Oh, right.” You giggle, head a bit fuzzy but not entirely gone. “I need a 1/2 ounce and I’ll take 2 pre-rolls.”
“You got it. I’ll pack it up for you.” He nodded, taking the last hit of the joint and looking extremely sexy doing it. A view that almost made your mouth water.
“Actually, can we make it three pre-rolls so we can smoke one more?” You asked him, feeling a bit brave. Namjoon smiled, nodding and picked up another to light.
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After smoking the second joint, it was fair to say you were properly stoned and so was he. The air in his living room was smokey and thick. Namjoon had neatly packaged your order and now you were rummaging through your bag, looking for your wallet.
“Just one second.” You told him, brows furrowed as you pushed aside all the clutter. Promising yourself you’d clean out all the unnecessary junk the next day.
“No problem.” He mumbled as he sat next to you, tapping his foot in a bit of impatience.
“I swear it’s here. I just had it yesterday-“ you said, suddenly cutting it off as you realized the day before you had put your wallet in your other purse. Your body turned rigid, you suddenly felt cold. “Fuck.”
“It’s $120.” Namjoon said, repeating the total he told you earlier. His voice monotone again, just as it was when you first met at the door. All business. The warmth gone.
“Do you take Apple Pay? Or any.. digital payment?” You asked him softly, your voice so low it was just hardly louder than a whisper. You didn’t look up at him yet, eyes still looking at the empty bottom of your purse.
“Cash only.” He said flatly. Of course it was. All dispensaries were like that too. It was untraceable. Safer. A concept you hoped to still have hold in once you told Namjoon the sad truth.
“I uh, I left my wallet in my other bag.” You said, voice small. “I just need to go home and I’ll be right back-“
“You don’t have the money?” He asked you flatly, no emotion in his voice. Your eyes finally raised to look at him and you found him staring down at you, his tongue pressed into the side of his cheek, his eyebrows raised in shock.
“I do. Just, not with me. I just need to go get it-“
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?” He let out a single laugh, one with no humor behind it whatsoever. “Do you really think I believe you’ll come back after you leave?”
“You have my word. I swear.”
“I don’t even know you. This is our first time meeting, remember?” He scoffed. “You come here, smoke my weed for free, and think you can just leave without paying?”
“Namjoon I swear I didn’t mean to! My wallet is in my other bag. I can pay you I just don’t have the cash-“ You quit speaking, suddenly terrified as Namjoon towered over your body where you sat on the couch.
“You’re going to pay. One way or another.” He said, his voice deep with an underlying tone. You were suddenly very aware of his close proximity, his crotch close to your face which made his underlying statement very clear. It could have just been the weed but, you felt yourself began to throb between your legs at just the thought.
“I can just go get it real quick.” You tried asking one more time. “Please.”
“You’re too high to drive. It’s dangerous.” He smirked, almost mocking you with concern. “You should stay here for a while anyway.”
You felt your mouth go dry and your pulse quicken, your eyes flickering between his crotch that was right in front of you and up to Namjoon’s face. You knew there was not a lot you could do here. Run? He’d catch you. Call the police? You were here to buy drugs, they’d arrest you too. But the most disappointing thing of all was you felt almost excited by his solution, growing damp between your thighs. So much so you could feel the cotton of your panties sticking to the folds of your cunt.
“I thought- I thought you said you weren’t a monster.” You gulped, making him chuckle.
“I’m not.” He sighed. “But I am a business man. A dealer. And I always paid. One way or another.”
Namjoon brought his hand down in front of him and grabbed his now semi-hard cock in his hand. The length that outlined through the fabric of his sweatpants made your eyes widen in both lust and intimidation. Slowly, his hand started to stroke himself. Your eyes were hypnotized as you watched his long slender fingers rub himself over the cotton.
“If you were anybody else, this would have ended differently.” He explained, his voice pulling your eyes away from his cock and back to his. “I don’t take fondly to those who steal from me.”
“I promise I didn’t-“ you start to plea again but he shushes you.
“I know.” He smirks. “I’m your first real dealer. In a dispensary you could have just walked out but here? After smoking my product? There’s lessons to be learned. If you were a guy, you’d be beaten and bloody right now.”
You swallowed hard, a shiver running down your spine at his words. By the sheer size of him you could tell Namjoon could do some real damage to somebody.
“But, lucky for you, you’re a beautiful girl. And I’m interested in a trade.”
“A blow job for two joints?” You scowled yet still remained wet in your underwear.
“Don’t make me sound so crewel.” He said, now using his hand to push his pants and boxers down, revealing himself to you. His large cock bouncing in the air a few times as if to mock you before settling in front of your eyes. He was impressively long as he was thick. A cock perfectly matched to his built body and handsome face. “I’m trying to teach you a valuable lesson. And, by the looks of how you’re squirming in your seat, you’re wanting me to teach it to you.”
“So, what? I have no choice but to suck you off?” You gasped at his accusation, trying to play off the fact he was correct.
“Don’t worry, baby. If you’re good, I’ll make you cum too.”
You bit your bottom lip, failing completely to hide how that statement affected you. Namjoon smirked, taking his cock in his hand and jerking it off slowly.
“Come on baby, time to pay your debt.”
You scooted up to the edge of the couch and placed your hand on his cock, taking over the movements his hand was doing. Namjoon hissed as your soft skin enveloped him, your silk palm and fingers stroking his long length at a slow pace to begin.
“You can do better than that.” Namjoon mumbled, yet his eyelids fluttered shut at your touch. You brought your other hand up beneath him, cupping his balls gently which made him groan and hips buck forward. The hand that stroked him picked up pace, your wrist twisting as it moved up and down, periodically stroking over his swollen head with the pad of your thumb.
“Fuck- I knew you were holding out on me.” Namjoon grunted through his teeth. “Let me feel your mouth, beautiful.”
You did as you were told, looking up at Namjoon as you lowered your lips down onto his swollen tip, enveloping it into your lips and swirling your tongue around it. He groaned deeply, a sound so pornographic you felt yourself clench around nothing, urging you to take him deeper down your throat to hear him make the sound over and over again.
He was too big to take into your throat fully. Whatever you could not fit you covered with your hand, having it follow you as you bobbed up and down against his length as you listened to the satisfied groans above you. Your tongue gliding you up and down against his veined shaft, licking off salty pre-cum that leaked from his head. The flavor had you humming around him in satisfaction, the vibrations driving him crazy and straight towards his climax.
“Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head to lace his fingers in your hair. “Sucking my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
You pressed your thighs together tightly, trying your best to put the fire out that Namjoon’s cock, words, and the weed had set inside of you. Your hands and head moving a bit faster, his hand guiding your head quicker onto him, but never forceful. Soon, he finished in your mouth, his salty release pouring on your tongue like a reward that you swallowed willingly until there was no more. Namjoon grunted and gasped, hips twitching and bucking as you got every last drop of him.
“Shit! Fuck- okay.” He hissed, pulling you off of him gently, smoothing your hair “God, that was.. fuck that was good.”
“Is my debt paid?” You asked, your voice slightly hoarse.
“Yes.” He nodded. “But please, let me return the favor.”
Before you could make up your mind if you wanted that, Namjoon kneeled in front of you. The sight itself of him before you made the decision easy for you to settle on. He placed his hands on your thighs and gently parted them, your skirt falling open and revealing your soaked cotton panties that clung to every fold of your soaked cunt. The white fabric practically see-through now.
“Fuck. Are you sure you didn’t come with the intention to pay me in this way?” He practically whined, running his long fingers over the damp fabric. The sensation had your thighs raising off the cushions and your lip pulled between your teeth as you stifled a moan.
“I didn’t.” You gasped softly as he continued to run his fingertips up and down your contours. “But I’m starting to think it was a happy accident.”
“Me too.” He smirked. Then, to your surprise, he moved both his hands to the neckline of your top and pulled it down in an aggressive yank, exposing both your breasts. They poured out in front of him, the neckline of your shirt and padding of your bra beneath pushing them up nicely in front of them. Your hard nipples on full display, hardening instantly from the rush of cool air.
“A beautiful thing, aren’t you?” He mumbled mainly to himself, reaching up to take hold of your breasts, one in each hand. His grasp was warm but his hands slightly rough and calloused. He massaged your soft skin slowly, brushing his thumb across the very tip of your nipples, as he peeked up at you to watch you take shallow breaths as the pleasure spread down your body and to your core. The sensation feeling ten times what it would if you were sober.
Namjoon brought his mouth up to your right breast, taking your hard tip into his mouth and suckled on it gently. His tongue flicking over the tip in teasing laps. Your other nipple was being tweaked by his fingers. Fingertips and nails scraping over the sensitive peak in a way you’ve never experienced before. The sensations from both types of stimulation making you squirm while moans spilled from your parted lips. Down below you could feel your cunt pulsate, your clit throbbing and swelling up so much you swear you could cum with a single touch. Namjoon knew it too.
“I could probably make you cum like this.” He told you after popping his lips off your now-puffy and swollen bud. You didn’t argue with him, knowing he was right. All you could do was roll your hips into nothing and relish in his touch. “The weed will do that to do. Heighten every sense. Every touch. I bet you’re dying to cum.”
“Yes.” You whimpered, looking at him with pleading eyes as his fingers continued to play with your nipples. “Please.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make you cum.” He practically purred with his deep voice. “But not like this.”
He sat upright, this time dragging his hands down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your skirt and panties before shimmying them off of you. You lifted your hips to assist him and soon you were naked from the waist down in front of this near stranger. And you were dripping as he kneeled in front of you, gawking at your glistening folds.
“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue. Twice if you’re good.” He told you, licking his lips in hunger. “Do you think you’ll be good for me?”
Your voice was caught in your throat so you simply nodded, maybe a bit more eagerly than you should have. It made Namjoon almost giggle.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl for me and put those knees on my shoulders, yeah?”
You gently placed your legs on either side of his shoulders which he grabbed not as gently, using them to drag you to the very edge of the couch. You yelped in surprise which he enjoyed, chuckling darkly as he placed wet kisses on the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. His lips kept getting higher and higher and kisses turned into soft nips of his teeth, ones that had you lifting your ass off the furniture beneath you.
Finally, his face hovered right over your sex. He paused briefly to meet your gaze, to make sure you were watching him. And once he was sure you were, he gave you a devilish smile before diving his face down into your soaking cunt.
Namjoon’s tongue made contact with you first. He laid his heavy muscle flat against your sex and dragged it towards through your folds until it landed on your swollen clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, before dragging it back down again to repeat the same path. You let out small gasps of pleasure, absentmindedly grinding your cunt against his tongue for more stimulation.
“Riding my face already? I’ve only just started.” He teased you when he came up for air, his lips listening in your arousal.
“I’m sorry. It just feels so fucking good.” You moaned, rolling your hips up into nothing as you hoped to meet his mouth once again.
“Don’t apologize.” He laughed softly. “So polite for a girl who came here empty handed.”
Namjoon placed his mouth back against you. This time, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on it while his tongue lapped against the suctioned nerve for an intense surge of pleasure. Your back arched off the couch and you moaned loudly from the sudden change of intensity, your thighs tightening around his head like a vice as he continued.
“Fuck! Namjoon-“ you grabbed onto his hair roughly and then ripped your hand away, afraid you had crossed a line. However, his hand found yours and brought it back to the top of his head, urging you to pull at his locks. Your eyes grew wide as you stared down at him devouring you, his mouth slurping up every drop of arousal that continued to drip out of you. The sounds so loud and messy that, if you were entirely consumed by the pleasure he was giving, you may be embarrassed by them.
“You’re so fucking sweet.” He pulls off of your clit with a ‘pop’ of his lips to tell you, your wetness dripping from his chin. “Let’s see how well you take my fingers hmm?”
“Fuck, I think I’ll- oh shit!” His mouth was on your clit again, his tongue ravaging it like a starved man when you felt the tips of two fingers start to circle your entrance. You whimpered pathetically as they teased and prodded you, not yet entering inside. As Namjoon continued to lick your pussy you felt your orgasm begin to build, especially quickly now that his fingers brushed against your hole, teasing to fill you. He could feel you clenching around nothing as you silently begged for his fingers to be pushed inside. But, he wanted you to beg him with your words.
“Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your sex, licking your clit once after his sentence was done to watch you whimper. You felt shy, shaking your head but trying your best to pull his back to your pussy. But he remained still and unmoving, sliding his fingers away from your throbbing hole while you whined in protest. “If you want to be filled then you better beg.”
“Please.” You gasped, your voice coming out in a tone so sultry you yourself didn’t recognize it. “Please put your finger inside of me. Make me cum around them.”
“Fuck.” Namjoon’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head hearing your words, his cock growing rock hard again under him. You felt his fingers drag their way back to your entrance where they were before. “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl. You’ll get anything you want.”
It all happened so quickly due to how worked up and high you were. With his tongue back on your clit and his fingers finally pressed inside of you, you came hard around his two digits without him even having to move them. With your head thrown back and thighs pressed against Namioon’s ears in a vice, you came around his fingers and on his tongue while you screamed his name. He hummed while he licked up every drop of your orgasm, never ceasing even as he struggled to breathe from the hold your thighs had around him. He loved every second and wanted to push you even further, remembering his promise of a second orgasm.
You finally started to settle from your climax, becoming a bit sensitive under his tongue as he continued to lick you. You tried to push his head away but he fought against your protests. His hand securing itself to your hip while his other remained inside of you.
“Namjoon, it’s too much. I just came-“ you gasped, getting cut off as you suddenly felt the fingers inside of you start to move inside your sensitive walls. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry and your head fell back against the cushions as you fell captive to his pleasure, giving yourself to him as he worked your pussy again. His fingers dragging out sounds of sloppy wetness that could make anyone blush.
“That’s it. Give me another one.” He cooed at you, moving his wrist faster, pulling his fingers in and out at a quicker and quicker pace. The pleasure was white-hot and had your cheeks and lips trembling. You could form no words, only soft gasps escaped in their place. And then, with the curve of his fingertips into your g-spot, you came a second time.
“Fuuuck. What a good fucking girl.” He cooed at you while he watched you convulse, your walls pulsating around his fingers while you creamed around them. When you were finished and clenching no more, he pulled them out of you and licked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen.
“I should go into debt with you more often.” You said with a bit of a gasp still behind your words as you struggled to recover. Namjoon smirked and helped you lift your legs off his shoulders to finally free him before standing up in front of you. It was then you saw his cock was hard again. You bit your lip and looked up at him and found him looking at you with a mischievous look in his eye.
“The blowjob bought you the two blunts you smoked with me.” He told you. “But, I know you came for more than just a smoke sesh.”
You smirked, knowing exactly where he was going with this. You sat up straight on the couch and took off your shirt you still had partly on, leaving you fully naked in front of him to let you know your mind was in the same place. He smiled back at you and started to undress himself as well while keeping eye contact, dropping each article of clothing one by one until he was naked himself.
Namjoon was built like a god. His chest was built and chiseled and his thighs were thick and muscular, built to lift and carry. No wonder he fronted as somebody who sold workout supplements. You stood up and walked closer to him, running your hands over his toned chest. He shuttered under your touch. He was practically perfect in every physical way. And you wanted him to ruin you.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked you hesitantly, eyebrow raised as he studied your reaction.
“Now you’re suddenly worried about being polite?” You asked him in amusement.
“I’m complicated.” He mumbled with a hint of a smile on his lips before he roughly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was not romantic in the slightest. It was hungry and passionate, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth and finding yours while his fingers found their way to your hair to hold you in place. You moaned deeply into his mouth as you found your pace that matched his. Both of your hands roamed around each others bodies gripping at each other like feral animals, teeth pulling at each others lips and nipping at necks until finally Namjoon couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Let me fuck you.” He growled against your neck, his teeth grazing you and making your shiver.
“How do you want me?” You asked him, ready to obey.
“I want to take you from behind.” He told you. With a swift spin of your body, he turned you around to face the couch but walked you around to the side. “Grab onto the arm.”
You bent over and held onto the upholstered fabric of the couch and felt Namjoon’s hand bending you down even further, his hand pressing down between your shoulder blades and his other hand at your hip to hold you in place. He placed a foot between yours and used it to spread you wide and then took a step back to take in the view in front of him.
“God, you’re worth every fucking penny I’m not getting in my pocket today.” He groaned and slid a condom onto his thick cock before lining himself up with your entrance. You could feel his mushroom tip pressing against you and you braced yourself for his girth, knowing he would stretch you wide. And as he dug his fingers into your hips and slowly pushed himself into you inch by inch you couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan as your cunt swallowed him up to his balls.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, right?” Namjoon’s strangled voice asked you as he nestled inside of you, waiting for you to get used to his size.
“Yes. Like a good girl.” You whimpered, already feeling like you were going to pieces. You pushed yourself back onto him eagerly, wanting him to move. Your actions were met with a spank on your ass which made you yelp out in both pleasure and pain.
“I thought you said you’d be a good girl?” He chuckled, one of his hands clamping down on the back of your neck to hold you in place against his cock. “But it looks like you want to be fucked like a slut this time. I can do that too, you know. Do you want to be fucked like a slut?”
“Yes! Yes, please.” You whimpered pathetically. “I want it rough.”
“Oh, baby.” He chuckled. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Namjoon started to pound you from behind. His hand on your hip and neck pulling you back onto his thick cock ruthlessly as you cried out his name. His balls slapped against the front of your cunt, hitting your clit with just enough impact that it shot electricity up your spine. As he fucked you, your nipples brushed against the fabric of the couch. Every pleasure center in your body felt like it was on fire.
“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like this?” Namjoon grunted through his teeth while he let another slap go down against your asscheek.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Held onto the couch tighter as you felt yourself begin to rush toward your orgasm, clenching down hard around Namjoon’s cock which he could feel too. Taking his hand from your hip, he dragged it down in front of your body and between your thighs to your clit and began to rub you there while he pounded you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth went slack, a silent cry coming out where his name should be.
“Come on baby. Cum on my cock like a good little whore. Give it to me.” He coaxed you, pounding you even harder until you finally broke. Your orgasm gushing out of you and onto his cock and floor. He pulled out of you in shock and watched as you continued to squirt as aftershocks of your orgasm hit you, your thighs shaking as you continued to cum.
“Fuck, you’re like a fucking dream.” He laughed only once in complete disbelief. Then walked towards you to help you stand and turn to face him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” You panted, your head spinning from your sexual high.
“Good. Because I need to see that again and I need to cum too.” He smiled darkly and lifted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso instinctively.
“Namjoon please, I can’t.” You begged him. “I’m so tired-“ He cut you off by pressing your bare back against the wall and his lips to yours. You kissed him back without any hesitation, but wary of your ability to continue.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He told you when he finally broke the kiss. He shifted his grip around you where his arms were holding you under your thighs, and lifted you up and back down onto his waiting cock. You gasped loudly into his mouth which he swallowed in a kiss before breaking it once more. “I’ll do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.”
He used his strong arms to lift you up and down onto his cock, your back resting against the wall of his living room. Both of you panting and gasping for air, kissing and swallowing moans as he bounced you on his cock with his impressive strength. Your cunt, used and sensitive, clenching around him and milking him until he was at his brink.
“You’re so tight. Your pussy is going to make me fucking cum.” He groaned in your ear as he pressed you up harder against the wall, rutting into you with a now uneven thrust. His pace getting quicker and more rough as he got closer.
“Take what’s yours. Take what I owe you.” You whimpered to him simply but your voice shaking as you felt another orgasm building for yourself, the feeling getting stronger each time he lifted you with his arms and dropped you down onto his cock. Finally, with one brutal drop down onto him, you released another gush of liquid onto him with a scream as you squirted onto his cock while you gripped tightly to his shoulders.
“Oh fuck-“ He shuttered and released into the condom, your orgasm sending him over the edge. He pressed you up against the wall and that’s where you both stayed for a while, both panting in each other’s ears as you caught your breath, until he grew soft inside of you.
“You’re going to put me out of business.” He told you after he had placed you on your feet and both of you had redressed. Your order was now in your purse, not necessarily free of charge but, yours.
“So, you’re saying I’m not banned from your establishment?” You joked and he laughed.
“No. I would say not. Not yet at least.”
“Well, next time I promise I’ll have money. Cash.” You tell him confidently, shaking your head again at your rookie mistake but also still a bit glad you made it. Namjoon walked up to you and gently took your chin in his hand, lifting it up so you’d look at him. Your breath caught in your throat immediately.
“Baby, if we fuck like that every time you come over here, you’ll never have to pay me for anything as long as you’re my customer.” He told you with a serious tone.
“Hmm.” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him with false innocence. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “How does that sound?”
“Deal.” You smirked, pulling away from him and turning around to leave. However, not before grabbing another pre-roll and sticking it behind your ear. Namjoon raised his brow, ready to question you but you spoke before he could.
“Put it on my tab.” You smirked and headed for the door. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
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Ngl I had so much fun writing this. I love stoner fics and to mix in a bit of a darker theme to this made it *chefs kiss*. I really hope you guys liked it too.
ok so im no army. i actually had bad experiences with one that made me kinda afraid to get into bts. however i just had an awesome orgasm to your last namjoon fic and i wanna read more of your fics because they're so good but think i should know more about bts so its time to heal more. so where do i start with these guys. do you have a favorite interview. favorite song. is there a show like wanteez where i can see them act goofy. who's the funniest member. which two are gayest. is there any random facts i should know(i actually once heard that like half of them were once backup dancers to a vocaloid called seeu but that's about it...i don't even know which members) you don't actually have to respond to this just know your fics are healing mentally ill people🫰
First off I’m sorry for the bad experience with a past army. I can understand how that would put you off a group. I never posted about it here but I actually didn’t listen to Ateez for a year or two because I had a falling out with my best friend who got me into them so I completely understand.
Also, hell fucking yeah! That means I’m doing my job right as a writer. I’m glad you enjoyed the fic!! I hope you can enjoy more :)
Here are some recs:
Interview:
Their Hot Ones interview is funny af and very recent:
Song:
I love rap line so much so my fave songs are very rap heavy so starting with:
Tear, UGH!, Cypher Pt3. But then the song that got me to Stan and video would be Blood Sweat and Tears. Also love Black Swan, Body to Body which is new, I Need U, Fake Love is ICONIC, 134340, Please, Pied Piper, Magic Shop, Mikrokosmos, HOME. Tbh I promise you just go and put their music on shuffle and you will fall in love. And they write and produce their own stuff which I love.
They have a show called RUN BTS which is their version of wanteez. Start at the earlier episodes first. Here is a playlist of all of them and I’d also suggest watching funny moment videos:
🏃♂️Run BTS!
The two gayest?? God tbh they’re all pretty mf gay but I would sayyyy in my opinion it would be J-Hope and Yoongi. People may argue and say Jimin but he’s just a raging bisexual.
Summary: Reader goes to a her friends dealer to pick up some weed. However, when she finds she left her wallet in her other bag, she had to pay in another way.
This is a work of fiction and the scenario in this fic is only okay in fantasy settings. This fic contains use of drugs and payment for drugs with sex. I do not condone the use of marijuana unless it is legal where you live and if you are of legal age. Please use responsibly. Please only buy from trusted vendors. Do not EVER trade sex for drugs.
Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Drug deal. Marijuana use. Dom! Namjoon and Sub! Reader. Sex while high. Slight dub-con. Oral sex. (M and f.) nipple play. fingering. Multiple orgasms. P in V. Rough sex. Squirting. Dirty talk. Pet names. (Good girl. Baby). Degrading names (slut. Whore.) spanking.
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“Are you sure this is safe?” You mumbled into the receiver of your cell phone to your best friend.
“Yes! Don’t be so dramatic.” She yelled loudly back at you, the loud sounds of the club music behind her.
“But it’s not even at a dispensary or anything. It’s a damn house! You really expect me to just go up to this guys door and just.. ask him to sell me fucking weed?” You run your hand through your hair in stress, sinking deeper into the seat of your car.
“Our dispensary got raided and shut down. Yoongi says this guy is legit. He buys from him all the time. Hey! Stop it-“ she giggled, probably getting teased by some guy who she had buying her drinks.
“Yeah but Yoongi is a guy. I’m all by myself-“
“Hey babes I gotta go.” She giggled again, her voice seeming distant now as it faded into the music in the background. “Just go get your drugs and chill the fuck out for the rest of the night. You’ll be fine.”
“Fine.” You sighed. “Love you.”
“Love you! Bye!”
After the line went dead you sat in silence for a moment, staring at the long walk to the front door before you finally decided it was now or never. You got out of your car and walked up the driveway, rehearsing what you would say in your head before you got to the entrance to make sure it came out right. However, as soon as the door opened before you could even knock, all your words seem to fail you.
“You’ve been sitting outside for 15 minutes. What do you want?” A tall man with a deep voice confronted you. His voice was not angry but definitely suspicious. His towering stature made you freeze where you stood.
“I-uh. I’m sorry. I was on a phone call.” You stuttered, your voice weak and fear very apparent.
“Okay. But, what are you here for.” He asked again. His voice was still flat. Even. His mood a bit unreadable. You couldn’t see his face fully as his porch light was burned out, possibly left unchanged on purpose.
“I’m looking for Namjoon? My friend- I mean, my friends friend named Yoongi has come here before apparently to see him-“ you started to explain a bit too frantically before the man standing before you cut you off with a sigh.
“Come inside.” The man stepped back and into the light, revealing a breathtakingly handsome face that made your brain stop for a solid second before the words he just said register.
“Inside the house?” You said, your voice a slight octave higher than before.
“You want to buy weed right?” He asked, an eyebrow cocked up in confusion.
“Yes but-“
“Then come inside. You’re drawing attention from the neighbors.” He told you with his jaw tight, his voice a bit more rushed. You stepped inside without a second thought, the door closing and locking behind you. “Follow me.”
You followed him through the house and to the living room where there was a rolling tray and pre-rolled joints lined up. On the other side of the table, baggies of dark green nuggets were lined up in rows very obviously by weight. This was where the dealer did his work, weighing everything precisely.
“Take a seat on the couch.” He told you, dipping out of the room and leaving you alone. You sat on the soft cushions and placed your hands in your lap, almost as if you were waiting to be scolded. After a moment, you pulled your skirt down as far as it could go. Suddenly feeling like it was much too short to be where you were. You felt awkward, a bit scared still, but more so eager to just get this whole interaction over with. Soon, the same man appeared again with two bottles of water in his hand and a joint tucked behind his ear. He held out a bottle to you which you took hesitantly.
“How long until Namjoon gets here?” You asked, trying your best to be quiet. The man let out a soft chuckle, his face softening for the first time since you met.
“That would be me.” He said simply, taking a sip of his water while he eyed you cautiously. You felt instant embarrassed, a heat covering her cheeks instantly at the realization.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “You must think I’m an idiot.”
“No. I didn’t really introduce myself.” He shrugged. “But typically, I don’t have to. Customers aren’t normally interested in formalities.”
“Yoongi knew your name. It seems he is interested in formalities with you.” You challenge him only slightly which makes him smirk.
“Yoongi has been a customer for a long time. One of my first. He’s earned that right.”
“And I haven’t? He’s the one who gave me your contact. Shouldn’t that give me some sort of credit?”
“It should.” He admitted. “However, you’re acting as if this is your first drug deal. Have you even smoked weed before?”
“Of course I have.” You laughed. “I just normally go to a shop. You know, something a bit more “formal.” But the one I frequent just got shut down and I had to re-up. So, here I am.”
“Formal but just as illegal.” Namjoon laughs, highly amused. “So, you’re just acting strange because you’re buying from my house?”
You shrug, annoyed that he’s making your rational fear seem so simple.
“I’m not a killer. I won’t hurt you. You want weed and I sell it. Simple as that.”
“And is it normal for you to bring your customers inside the house you sell from?” You press him, your voice thick in annoyance.
“No.” He said flatly. “But, like I said, you had been outside for over 15 minutes and my neighbors are the nosy type. Typically my customers come up, tell me exactly what they want, and get on their way.”
“If your neighbors are nosy why hasn’t your whole operation been blown up yet?”
“I’m quite charming, believe it or not.” He smiled a breathtaking smile, one that would have knocked you off your feet if you were standing up. “And they think I’m selling workout supplements. Pre-workout.”
“I mean, you’re pretty buff. I’d believe it.” You say without thinking which makes him raise his brow.
“Is that so?”
“I’m just.. making an observation. It’s obviously true since that lie has worked out for you this far.” You shrugged, settling down into his couch in embarrassment.
“I only tease.” Namjoon chuckles lightly and raises his hand to take the joint that was tucked behind his ear into his fingers. “Why don’t you share this with me?”
“Oh, uh-“
“I’m still not convinced you smoke, you know.” He smirks. “I’m not here to pressure you. I’m just simply offering.”
You knew you shouldn’t. You were alone with a man you didn’t know. A dealer, no less. In a house you had never been to. The conversation you had with him had been minimal but you still felt no real threat, maybe even a bit disarmed by his inciting looks so, you agreed. He joined you on the couch and brought the joint up to his lips, lighting it and taking the first hit before handing it off to you.
“I was wrong about you, it seems.” He said pleasantly surprised as he watched you take an experienced, long, drag of the pre-roll. You smirked as you exhaled the puff of smoke into the air.
“I tried to tell you. I’m not an amateur.”
“You could have fooled me. It looked as if you were about to run out the front door any second.” Both of you laughed, the effects of the weed starting to set it the more you passed the joint back and forth.
“I’m by myself coming into some strangers house to buy drugs. Men might be able to do that without any worry but women can’t.” You explained to him once more.
“I might be a dealer but I’m no monster. I can control myself, even around beautiful women.” He said which made your stomach flutter and cheeks burn hot. “But, since you did come to buy from me, what exactly are you here for?”
“Oh, right.” You giggle, head a bit fuzzy but not entirely gone. “I need a 1/2 ounce and I’ll take 2 pre-rolls.”
“You got it. I’ll pack it up for you.” He nodded, taking the last hit of the joint and looking extremely sexy doing it. A view that almost made your mouth water.
“Actually, can we make it three pre-rolls so we can smoke one more?” You asked him, feeling a bit brave. Namjoon smiled, nodding and picked up another to light.
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After smoking the second joint, it was fair to say you were properly stoned and so was he. The air in his living room was smokey and thick. Namjoon had neatly packaged your order and now you were rummaging through your bag, looking for your wallet.
“Just one second.” You told him, brows furrowed as you pushed aside all the clutter. Promising yourself you’d clean out all the unnecessary junk the next day.
“No problem.” He mumbled as he sat next to you, tapping his foot in a bit of impatience.
“I swear it’s here. I just had it yesterday-“ you said, suddenly cutting it off as you realized the day before you had put your wallet in your other purse. Your body turned rigid, you suddenly felt cold. “Fuck.”
“It’s $120.” Namjoon said, repeating the total he told you earlier. His voice monotone again, just as it was when you first met at the door. All business. The warmth gone.
“Do you take Apple Pay? Or any.. digital payment?” You asked him softly, your voice so low it was just hardly louder than a whisper. You didn’t look up at him yet, eyes still looking at the empty bottom of your purse.
“Cash only.” He said flatly. Of course it was. All dispensaries were like that too. It was untraceable. Safer. A concept you hoped to still have hold in once you told Namjoon the sad truth.
“I uh, I left my wallet in my other bag.” You said, voice small. “I just need to go home and I’ll be right back-“
“You don’t have the money?” He asked you flatly, no emotion in his voice. Your eyes finally raised to look at him and you found him staring down at you, his tongue pressed into the side of his cheek, his eyebrows raised in shock.
“I do. Just, not with me. I just need to go get it-“
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?” He let out a single laugh, one with no humor behind it whatsoever. “Do you really think I believe you’ll come back after you leave?”
“You have my word. I swear.”
“I don’t even know you. This is our first time meeting, remember?” He scoffed. “You come here, smoke my weed for free, and think you can just leave without paying?”
“Namjoon I swear I didn’t mean to! My wallet is in my other bag. I can pay you I just don’t have the cash-“ You quit speaking, suddenly terrified as Namjoon towered over your body where you sat on the couch.
“You’re going to pay. One way or another.” He said, his voice deep with an underlying tone. You were suddenly very aware of his close proximity, his crotch close to your face which made his underlying statement very clear. It could have just been the weed but, you felt yourself began to throb between your legs at just the thought.
“I can just go get it real quick.” You tried asking one more time. “Please.”
“You’re too high to drive. It’s dangerous.” He smirked, almost mocking you with concern. “You should stay here for a while anyway.”
You felt your mouth go dry and your pulse quicken, your eyes flickering between his crotch that was right in front of you and up to Namjoon’s face. You knew there was not a lot you could do here. Run? He’d catch you. Call the police? You were here to buy drugs, they’d arrest you too. But the most disappointing thing of all was you felt almost excited by his solution, growing damp between your thighs. So much so you could feel the cotton of your panties sticking to the folds of your cunt.
“I thought- I thought you said you weren’t a monster.” You gulped, making him chuckle.
“I’m not.” He sighed. “But I am a business man. A dealer. And I always paid. One way or another.”
Namjoon brought his hand down in front of him and grabbed his now semi-hard cock in his hand. The length that outlined through the fabric of his sweatpants made your eyes widen in both lust and intimidation. Slowly, his hand started to stroke himself. Your eyes were hypnotized as you watched his long slender fingers rub himself over the cotton.
“If you were anybody else, this would have ended differently.” He explained, his voice pulling your eyes away from his cock and back to his. “I don’t take fondly to those who steal from me.”
“I promise I didn’t-“ you start to plea again but he shushes you.
“I know.” He smirks. “I’m your first real dealer. In a dispensary you could have just walked out but here? After smoking my product? There’s lessons to be learned. If you were a guy, you’d be beaten and bloody right now.”
You swallowed hard, a shiver running down your spine at his words. By the sheer size of him you could tell Namjoon could do some real damage to somebody.
“But, lucky for you, you’re a beautiful girl. And I’m interested in a trade.”
“A blow job for two joints?” You scowled yet still remained wet in your underwear.
“Don’t make me sound so crewel.” He said, now using his hand to push his pants and boxers down, revealing himself to you. His large cock bouncing in the air a few times as if to mock you before settling in front of your eyes. He was impressively long as he was thick. A cock perfectly matched to his built body and handsome face. “I’m trying to teach you a valuable lesson. And, by the looks of how you’re squirming in your seat, you’re wanting me to teach it to you.”
“So, what? I have no choice but to suck you off?” You gasped at his accusation, trying to play off the fact he was correct.
“Don’t worry, baby. If you’re good, I’ll make you cum too.”
You bit your bottom lip, failing completely to hide how that statement affected you. Namjoon smirked, taking his cock in his hand and jerking it off slowly.
“Come on baby, time to pay your debt.”
You scooted up to the edge of the couch and placed your hand on his cock, taking over the movements his hand was doing. Namjoon hissed as your soft skin enveloped him, your silk palm and fingers stroking his long length at a slow pace to begin.
“You can do better than that.” Namjoon mumbled, yet his eyelids fluttered shut at your touch. You brought your other hand up beneath him, cupping his balls gently which made him groan and hips buck forward. The hand that stroked him picked up pace, your wrist twisting as it moved up and down, periodically stroking over his swollen head with the pad of your thumb.
“Fuck- I knew you were holding out on me.” Namjoon grunted through his teeth. “Let me feel your mouth, beautiful.”
You did as you were told, looking up at Namjoon as you lowered your lips down onto his swollen tip, enveloping it into your lips and swirling your tongue around it. He groaned deeply, a sound so pornographic you felt yourself clench around nothing, urging you to take him deeper down your throat to hear him make the sound over and over again.
He was too big to take into your throat fully. Whatever you could not fit you covered with your hand, having it follow you as you bobbed up and down against his length as you listened to the satisfied groans above you. Your tongue gliding you up and down against his veined shaft, licking off salty pre-cum that leaked from his head. The flavor had you humming around him in satisfaction, the vibrations driving him crazy and straight towards his climax.
“Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head to lace his fingers in your hair. “Sucking my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
You pressed your thighs together tightly, trying your best to put the fire out that Namjoon’s cock, words, and the weed had set inside of you. Your hands and head moving a bit faster, his hand guiding your head quicker onto him, but never forceful. Soon, he finished in your mouth, his salty release pouring on your tongue like a reward that you swallowed willingly until there was no more. Namjoon grunted and gasped, hips twitching and bucking as you got every last drop of him.
“Shit! Fuck- okay.” He hissed, pulling you off of him gently, smoothing your hair “God, that was.. fuck that was good.”
“Is my debt paid?” You asked, your voice slightly hoarse.
“Yes.” He nodded. “But please, let me return the favor.”
Before you could make up your mind if you wanted that, Namjoon kneeled in front of you. The sight itself of him before you made the decision easy for you to settle on. He placed his hands on your thighs and gently parted them, your skirt falling open and revealing your soaked cotton panties that clung to every fold of your soaked cunt. The white fabric practically see-through now.
“Fuck. Are you sure you didn’t come with the intention to pay me in this way?” He practically whined, running his long fingers over the damp fabric. The sensation had your thighs raising off the cushions and your lip pulled between your teeth as you stifled a moan.
“I didn’t.” You gasped softly as he continued to run his fingertips up and down your contours. “But I’m starting to think it was a happy accident.”
“Me too.” He smirked. Then, to your surprise, he moved both his hands to the neckline of your top and pulled it down in an aggressive yank, exposing both your breasts. They poured out in front of him, the neckline of your shirt and padding of your bra beneath pushing them up nicely in front of them. Your hard nipples on full display, hardening instantly from the rush of cool air.
“A beautiful thing, aren’t you?” He mumbled mainly to himself, reaching up to take hold of your breasts, one in each hand. His grasp was warm but his hands slightly rough and calloused. He massaged your soft skin slowly, brushing his thumb across the very tip of your nipples, as he peeked up at you to watch you take shallow breaths as the pleasure spread down your body and to your core. The sensation feeling ten times what it would if you were sober.
Namjoon brought his mouth up to your right breast, taking your hard tip into his mouth and suckled on it gently. His tongue flicking over the tip in teasing laps. Your other nipple was being tweaked by his fingers. Fingertips and nails scraping over the sensitive peak in a way you’ve never experienced before. The sensations from both types of stimulation making you squirm while moans spilled from your parted lips. Down below you could feel your cunt pulsate, your clit throbbing and swelling up so much you swear you could cum with a single touch. Namjoon knew it too.
“I could probably make you cum like this.” He told you after popping his lips off your now-puffy and swollen bud. You didn’t argue with him, knowing he was right. All you could do was roll your hips into nothing and relish in his touch. “The weed will do that to do. Heighten every sense. Every touch. I bet you’re dying to cum.”
“Yes.” You whimpered, looking at him with pleading eyes as his fingers continued to play with your nipples. “Please.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make you cum.” He practically purred with his deep voice. “But not like this.”
He sat upright, this time dragging his hands down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your skirt and panties before shimmying them off of you. You lifted your hips to assist him and soon you were naked from the waist down in front of this near stranger. And you were dripping as he kneeled in front of you, gawking at your glistening folds.
“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue. Twice if you’re good.” He told you, licking his lips in hunger. “Do you think you’ll be good for me?”
Your voice was caught in your throat so you simply nodded, maybe a bit more eagerly than you should have. It made Namjoon almost giggle.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl for me and put those knees on my shoulders, yeah?”
You gently placed your legs on either side of his shoulders which he grabbed not as gently, using them to drag you to the very edge of the couch. You yelped in surprise which he enjoyed, chuckling darkly as he placed wet kisses on the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. His lips kept getting higher and higher and kisses turned into soft nips of his teeth, ones that had you lifting your ass off the furniture beneath you.
Finally, his face hovered right over your sex. He paused briefly to meet your gaze, to make sure you were watching him. And once he was sure you were, he gave you a devilish smile before diving his face down into your soaking cunt.
Namjoon’s tongue made contact with you first. He laid his heavy muscle flat against your sex and dragged it towards through your folds until it landed on your swollen clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, before dragging it back down again to repeat the same path. You let out small gasps of pleasure, absentmindedly grinding your cunt against his tongue for more stimulation.
“Riding my face already? I’ve only just started.” He teased you when he came up for air, his lips listening in your arousal.
“I’m sorry. It just feels so fucking good.” You moaned, rolling your hips up into nothing as you hoped to meet his mouth once again.
“Don’t apologize.” He laughed softly. “So polite for a girl who came here empty handed.”
Namjoon placed his mouth back against you. This time, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on it while his tongue lapped against the suctioned nerve for an intense surge of pleasure. Your back arched off the couch and you moaned loudly from the sudden change of intensity, your thighs tightening around his head like a vice as he continued.
“Fuck! Namjoon-“ you grabbed onto his hair roughly and then ripped your hand away, afraid you had crossed a line. However, his hand found yours and brought it back to the top of his head, urging you to pull at his locks. Your eyes grew wide as you stared down at him devouring you, his mouth slurping up every drop of arousal that continued to drip out of you. The sounds so loud and messy that, if you were entirely consumed by the pleasure he was giving, you may be embarrassed by them.
“You’re so fucking sweet.” He pulls off of your clit with a ‘pop’ of his lips to tell you, your wetness dripping from his chin. “Let’s see how well you take my fingers hmm?”
“Fuck, I think I’ll- oh shit!” His mouth was on your clit again, his tongue ravaging it like a starved man when you felt the tips of two fingers start to circle your entrance. You whimpered pathetically as they teased and prodded you, not yet entering inside. As Namjoon continued to lick your pussy you felt your orgasm begin to build, especially quickly now that his fingers brushed against your hole, teasing to fill you. He could feel you clenching around nothing as you silently begged for his fingers to be pushed inside. But, he wanted you to beg him with your words.
“Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your sex, licking your clit once after his sentence was done to watch you whimper. You felt shy, shaking your head but trying your best to pull his back to your pussy. But he remained still and unmoving, sliding his fingers away from your throbbing hole while you whined in protest. “If you want to be filled then you better beg.”
“Please.” You gasped, your voice coming out in a tone so sultry you yourself didn’t recognize it. “Please put your finger inside of me. Make me cum around them.”
“Fuck.” Namjoon’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head hearing your words, his cock growing rock hard again under him. You felt his fingers drag their way back to your entrance where they were before. “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl. You’ll get anything you want.”
It all happened so quickly due to how worked up and high you were. With his tongue back on your clit and his fingers finally pressed inside of you, you came hard around his two digits without him even having to move them. With your head thrown back and thighs pressed against Namioon’s ears in a vice, you came around his fingers and on his tongue while you screamed his name. He hummed while he licked up every drop of your orgasm, never ceasing even as he struggled to breathe from the hold your thighs had around him. He loved every second and wanted to push you even further, remembering his promise of a second orgasm.
You finally started to settle from your climax, becoming a bit sensitive under his tongue as he continued to lick you. You tried to push his head away but he fought against your protests. His hand securing itself to your hip while his other remained inside of you.
“Namjoon, it’s too much. I just came-“ you gasped, getting cut off as you suddenly felt the fingers inside of you start to move inside your sensitive walls. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry and your head fell back against the cushions as you fell captive to his pleasure, giving yourself to him as he worked your pussy again. His fingers dragging out sounds of sloppy wetness that could make anyone blush.
“That’s it. Give me another one.” He cooed at you, moving his wrist faster, pulling his fingers in and out at a quicker and quicker pace. The pleasure was white-hot and had your cheeks and lips trembling. You could form no words, only soft gasps escaped in their place. And then, with the curve of his fingertips into your g-spot, you came a second time.
“Fuuuck. What a good fucking girl.” He cooed at you while he watched you convulse, your walls pulsating around his fingers while you creamed around them. When you were finished and clenching no more, he pulled them out of you and licked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen.
“I should go into debt with you more often.” You said with a bit of a gasp still behind your words as you struggled to recover. Namjoon smirked and helped you lift your legs off his shoulders to finally free him before standing up in front of you. It was then you saw his cock was hard again. You bit your lip and looked up at him and found him looking at you with a mischievous look in his eye.
“The blowjob bought you the two blunts you smoked with me.” He told you. “But, I know you came for more than just a smoke sesh.”
You smirked, knowing exactly where he was going with this. You sat up straight on the couch and took off your shirt you still had partly on, leaving you fully naked in front of him to let you know your mind was in the same place. He smiled back at you and started to undress himself as well while keeping eye contact, dropping each article of clothing one by one until he was naked himself.
Namjoon was built like a god. His chest was built and chiseled and his thighs were thick and muscular, built to lift and carry. No wonder he fronted as somebody who sold workout supplements. You stood up and walked closer to him, running your hands over his toned chest. He shuttered under your touch. He was practically perfect in every physical way. And you wanted him to ruin you.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked you hesitantly, eyebrow raised as he studied your reaction.
“Now you’re suddenly worried about being polite?” You asked him in amusement.
“I’m complicated.” He mumbled with a hint of a smile on his lips before he roughly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was not romantic in the slightest. It was hungry and passionate, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth and finding yours while his fingers found their way to your hair to hold you in place. You moaned deeply into his mouth as you found your pace that matched his. Both of your hands roamed around each others bodies gripping at each other like feral animals, teeth pulling at each others lips and nipping at necks until finally Namjoon couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Let me fuck you.” He growled against your neck, his teeth grazing you and making your shiver.
“How do you want me?” You asked him, ready to obey.
“I want to take you from behind.” He told you. With a swift spin of your body, he turned you around to face the couch but walked you around to the side. “Grab onto the arm.”
You bent over and held onto the upholstered fabric of the couch and felt Namjoon’s hand bending you down even further, his hand pressing down between your shoulder blades and his other hand at your hip to hold you in place. He placed a foot between yours and used it to spread you wide and then took a step back to take in the view in front of him.
“God, you’re worth every fucking penny I’m not getting in my pocket today.” He groaned and slid a condom onto his thick cock before lining himself up with your entrance. You could feel his mushroom tip pressing against you and you braced yourself for his girth, knowing he would stretch you wide. And as he dug his fingers into your hips and slowly pushed himself into you inch by inch you couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan as your cunt swallowed him up to his balls.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, right?” Namjoon’s strangled voice asked you as he nestled inside of you, waiting for you to get used to his size.
“Yes. Like a good girl.” You whimpered, already feeling like you were going to pieces. You pushed yourself back onto him eagerly, wanting him to move. Your actions were met with a spank on your ass which made you yelp out in both pleasure and pain.
“I thought you said you’d be a good girl?” He chuckled, one of his hands clamping down on the back of your neck to hold you in place against his cock. “But it looks like you want to be fucked like a slut this time. I can do that too, you know. Do you want to be fucked like a slut?”
“Yes! Yes, please.” You whimpered pathetically. “I want it rough.”
“Oh, baby.” He chuckled. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Namjoon started to pound you from behind. His hand on your hip and neck pulling you back onto his thick cock ruthlessly as you cried out his name. His balls slapped against the front of your cunt, hitting your clit with just enough impact that it shot electricity up your spine. As he fucked you, your nipples brushed against the fabric of the couch. Every pleasure center in your body felt like it was on fire.
“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like this?” Namjoon grunted through his teeth while he let another slap go down against your asscheek.
“Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Held onto the couch tighter as you felt yourself begin to rush toward your orgasm, clenching down hard around Namjoon’s cock which he could feel too. Taking his hand from your hip, he dragged it down in front of your body and between your thighs to your clit and began to rub you there while he pounded you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth went slack, a silent cry coming out where his name should be.
“Come on baby. Cum on my cock like a good little whore. Give it to me.” He coaxed you, pounding you even harder until you finally broke. Your orgasm gushing out of you and onto his cock and floor. He pulled out of you in shock and watched as you continued to squirt as aftershocks of your orgasm hit you, your thighs shaking as you continued to cum.
“Fuck, you’re like a fucking dream.” He laughed only once in complete disbelief. Then walked towards you to help you stand and turn to face him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” You panted, your head spinning from your sexual high.
“Good. Because I need to see that again and I need to cum too.” He smiled darkly and lifted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso instinctively.
“Namjoon please, I can’t.” You begged him. “I’m so tired-“ He cut you off by pressing your bare back against the wall and his lips to yours. You kissed him back without any hesitation, but wary of your ability to continue.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He told you when he finally broke the kiss. He shifted his grip around you where his arms were holding you under your thighs, and lifted you up and back down onto his waiting cock. You gasped loudly into his mouth which he swallowed in a kiss before breaking it once more. “I’ll do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.”
He used his strong arms to lift you up and down onto his cock, your back resting against the wall of his living room. Both of you panting and gasping for air, kissing and swallowing moans as he bounced you on his cock with his impressive strength. Your cunt, used and sensitive, clenching around him and milking him until he was at his brink.
“You’re so tight. Your pussy is going to make me fucking cum.” He groaned in your ear as he pressed you up harder against the wall, rutting into you with a now uneven thrust. His pace getting quicker and more rough as he got closer.
“Take what’s yours. Take what I owe you.” You whimpered to him simply but your voice shaking as you felt another orgasm building for yourself, the feeling getting stronger each time he lifted you with his arms and dropped you down onto his cock. Finally, with one brutal drop down onto him, you released another gush of liquid onto him with a scream as you squirted onto his cock while you gripped tightly to his shoulders.
“Oh fuck-“ He shuttered and released into the condom, your orgasm sending him over the edge. He pressed you up against the wall and that’s where you both stayed for a while, both panting in each other’s ears as you caught your breath, until he grew soft inside of you.
“You’re going to put me out of business.” He told you after he had placed you on your feet and both of you had redressed. Your order was now in your purse, not necessarily free of charge but, yours.
“So, you’re saying I’m not banned from your establishment?” You joked and he laughed.
“No. I would say not. Not yet at least.”
“Well, next time I promise I’ll have money. Cash.” You tell him confidently, shaking your head again at your rookie mistake but also still a bit glad you made it. Namjoon walked up to you and gently took your chin in his hand, lifting it up so you’d look at him. Your breath caught in your throat immediately.
“Baby, if we fuck like that every time you come over here, you’ll never have to pay me for anything as long as you’re my customer.” He told you with a serious tone.
“Hmm.” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him with false innocence. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “How does that sound?”
“Deal.” You smirked, pulling away from him and turning around to leave. However, not before grabbing another pre-roll and sticking it behind your ear. Namjoon raised his brow, ready to question you but you spoke before he could.
“Put it on my tab.” You smirked and headed for the door. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
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Ngl I had so much fun writing this. I love stoner fics and to mix in a bit of a darker theme to this made it *chefs kiss*. I really hope you guys liked it too.
Hiii!! Have you ever considered writing fem!hwa x another member x reader? I feel like you’d eatttt but idk if you’re comfortable writing interactions between members. Just an idea!!
Hi friend! So I’m not opposed to it at all. I’d be open to it if the inspiration for a specific plot hit me 🩷 I don’t normally write memberXmember content but not because I’m against it or uncomfortable but mainly because I’m not very confident in my skills with it. So it would take a lot of time for me to write it and be confident enough to post it. Hence how long it took me to put out the last chapter of S.E. Thank you for your anon!
Hey yall I need some plot/scenario inspo that will tickle my interest to write. I have a few ideas but I am looking for a few more suggestions or if any of these maybe stick out to yall let me know. Yandere themes welcomed. I’m not looking for member suggestions, the member has to kinda call out to me whenever I’m writing and fit in with my vibe, but please feel free to comment or submit in my asks. Some current plot/scenarios I have in the back of my mind:
1) You have a sex dream of your best friend and eventually have to fess up about it because you can’t stop thinking about him in that way.
2) You end up getting locked in a storage room at work with your irritating coworker after hours and it will take a while for somebody to come let you two out. Enemies to..lovers?
3) warning: this will be maybe heavier?? Idk yet. Smoking with your new weed dealer against your better judgment until you realize you left your wallet at home. You have to find an alternate way to pay..
4) during a group sleepover you feel your friends hands start to wander over your body as they think you’re asleep. When things start to get heavy, you have to do your best to keep quiet and not wake the other in the room with you.
title: after midnight
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut, fluff, fwb!au, fuckboy!jk, doctor!reader
prompt: jeon jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight.
warnings: unprotected explicit smut, cursing, dirty/inappropriate talk, mentions of sex
word count: 39.2k
status: completed
01 - crepuscule
02 - dawn
03 - midday
04 - dusk
05 - tonight
06 - midnight
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