Crocodile Tears: Intro (Teaser)
Crocodile Tears: Intro Ship: Stoner!Reader | Stoner!BTS Description: You accidentally eat brownies with aphrodisiacs in them. Even worse one of your asshole friends catch you reading smut to cope, and decides to airdrop your collection of your dirtiest fantasies to the rest of the house. Just your luck. Warnings: Dub-Con, Degradation, Humiliation, Dom!BTS, Sub!Reader, Weed (sorry it’s what helps get me in the mood to write these), Dirty Talk, Kink Shaming?, mentions of the reader being into kind of dark kinks, Jimin is incredibly mean for no reason, Reader is ridiculously horny and is good at weed Word Count: 1,879 A/N: Imma be real this started with me being horny from Seven.
You coughed, smoke erupting from between your lips. You feel Jungkook’s large hand offering a comforting (arousing) pat on your back, rubbing gently to comfort you out of your coughing fit. Damn, why’d you have to get horny when you were smoking weed? It didn’t help that you were surrounded by perhaps the hottest guys on campus. Who would’ve thought that befriending fellow stoner, Hoseok, over a blunt in a party would lead to introducing you to his other stoner friends? Before you knew it, you guys would hang out regularly, bonding over a bong.
Today wasn’t supposed to be any different from those days. You had smoked with these seven plenty of times before. Most of the time it was in Yoongi’s studio apartment, practically hot boxing the small space.
Today though you guys were lucky. Namjoon’s rich parents were going to be gone on a cruise for two weeks. You guys could smoke carefree in a nice ass mansion and not have to worry about the smell, as Namjoon assured you the maids would take care of it. (They much preferred Namjoon to his parents despite the weed smell assistances, probably because he’s so charming. You didn’t blame them. Namjoon had that old money charm, the type that would make you not hesitate to do whatever he asked.)
You guys brought bongs, edible gummies, baked goods, weed, pipes, snacks, water bottles, pens and carts- anything a proper stoner hangout would need.
Part of the reason the guys adored you so much was because you had the highest tolerance of any girl they ever met, which was very contradictory to first glance. You could outsmoke any man you met, and could brag you had never greened out despite the amount of weed you’d smoke once challenged. You could simply keep going, you were a beast, this was your talent. You were proud to say you had outsmoked each and every man in this room, earning their respect and the privilege of joining their smoking group. You weren’t going to argue. You’ve never gotten so much free weed and attention from hot guys in your life. You were used to the attention it would bring you now for the most part. Cute girl who smokes weed? It’s stoner boy kryptonite, basically your super power.
Except against one. There was one guy that definitely wasn’t the most respectful to you, treating you like he barely even liked you, but for some reason you didn’t find yourself minding. You don’t think you’d mind it from any of these guys, but as it was, your stoner powers gave you a leg up on these guys. Most of them wouldn’t dare think about disrespecting a deity like you.
That didn’t mean you didn’t have your moments of coughing, though. Usually you were better and holding it down nowadays, but it was a bigger hit than you were anticipating.
Jungkook pulled the bong back, face in front of yours to examine your expression. “You ok?” he asked. You look up at him, eyes locking. He’s got that hooded eyes, hazy look in the eye that looked so similar to “fuck me” eyes. You didn’t want to assume, though. Too many times guys told you it looked like you were giving them fuck me eyes when in reality out were simply stoned.
“I’m good,” you assured, trying not to think about how good his lip ring looked. Shit, you were probably staring at it right now. You quickly turn away, feeling flushed, reaching for the plate of brownies you had pulled from the kitchen. “God, I’m having insane cravings right now, though!”
“Wait, Y/N, where’d you get those brownies?” Jin inquired, squinting down at your plate.
“In the kitchen. Namjoon said I could help myself to whatever food’s there.” You paused after scarfing down another bite. “Oh no, do these have more weed in them? I mean I think I’ll be fine, but shit.”
Jin’s mouth dropped open. “Uh, no… not weed.”
Your brows furrowed as you stared back at him. “What is it, then? Did you put fentanyl in brownies, Jin?!”
“God, no! Not fentanyl… aphrodisiacs,” Jin sheepishly admitted.
“What the fuck, man, why’d you bring sex brownies to the party?” Yoongi laughed. “Trying to start an orgy or something?”
“No! Me and Y/N were just joking about it last time we hung out and were talking about those chocolates on tik tok that make you horny. She was like what if we all took one and saw what happened? I decided to make some myself and brought them. I didn’t know Y/N was going to end up eating half of them herself!” Jin explained hurriedly, eyes glancing to you quickly for help.
“So you were trying to start an orgy!” Yoongi accused.
You bursted out laughing. “Well, that explains a lot. At least I can’t overdose on aphrodisiacs. Teaches me not to let my munchies get the best of me.” You turn to Jungkook, biting your lip at the sight of him. These sex brownies were really doing something to you. You’re all giggly, though, from the weed. “Munch. Munchies. Do you think munches get munchies?”
“Y/N definitely seems high enough,” Namjoon laughs. “Sorry you’re just going to be stuck with the brownies… effects. You sure you’ll be ok?”
You wave your hand dismissively. “I’ll be fineeee. I’m basically horny most of the time anyways, this will be no different.”
“TMI,” Hoseok jokes, rolling his eyes.
You were fine.
For all of, like, ten minutes.
Once an hour had passed, you were practically wanting to jump out of your skin. You found your mind wandering off, you were biting your lips far more often than usual, your eyes weren’t just blazed stupor, but full on fuck me eyes. You found yourself staring intently at your guy friends. Jimin’s thick lips wrapping around a blunt, letting smoke pour out. The way he was staring back at you, almost suspicious. God, he’d probably be disgusted if we knew what sort of thoughts you were having about him. He always acted a bit disgusted by you. You eyes flitted away to his best friend next to him. Taehyung’s hands gripping around the bong, elegant fingers wrapping around it, veins tracing along the middle. You wondered if he’d choke you if you asked. Wait stop. You try to keep your high mind from wandering off to dirty places and focus on what’s in front of you. Jungkook’s tattooed fingers as he rolled up a joint for you, doing so with such delicacy and precision. He was so careful, and was definitely the best at rolling. You sucked at it, and were grateful that Jungkook’s attentive personality made him volunteer to be your personal roller. Without thinking, you bring your fingers up to your mouth, chewing on your thumbnail as you stare at Jungkook with a certain intensity.
It was Taehyung who spoke to you first. “Y/N, you good? You looking kinda zoned out, there.”
You snapped out of it, hand flying away from your mouth. “Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking.”
“Your joint’s done,” Jungkook said, tatted hand offering it up to you.
“Thank you, Kookie,” you grin, tussling his hair in front of you. Fuck, you wanted to grip it while head was between your legs. You reach back, clearing your throat. “It’s kind of hot in here, actually. I think I’ll go to the balcony.”
You hope they don’t read too much into your need of absence, but who were you kidding. You were obvious.
You leaned against the railing of the balcony, enjoying the fresh air. You lit up the joint and inhale the smoke, opening your phone to distract yourself. With smut. Hey, horny brain has a one track mind? You pull up your fanfiction recommendation blog, mainly used to store your favorites and save for later, for times like these. You scroll past the stories, each depraved tag and recollection of the smut’s materials not seeming like enough.
You clicked on the third story, entrenched in the words as you try to imagine the scene before you. The weed made your mind hazy. You didn’t know how much time you had spent out here reading porn. The joint was already halfway finished.
“What’s sex pollen?”
You jumped up, squealing at the feeling of hot air against your ear. You spun around, lower back soon pressed against the railing, to see Jimin, his red tinged eyes meeting yours. The one man here not impressed with your surprisingly high tolerance. Maybe because he of all people knew about deceiving appearances.
“Jimin! What’re you doing here?”
“You’ve been out here for a while, the guys were getting worried about you,” Jimin explained. “Guess I should explain to them you’re fine, just out here basically watching porn.”
“I-I’m not-“
“Oh? What’s sex pollen, then?” Jimin invaded your space, grabbing the wrist to your hand with the phone in it. He snatched the phone out of your hand, tugging you closer, grinning. You don’t think he’s ever smiled at you before. “Explain, Y/N.”
You gulped. “I-It’s w-when the person gets affected by this pollen that makes them all… needy. And they need someone to take care of it for them.”
“Oh?” Jimin quirked up a brow, obviously pleased with your embarrassment and stammering. “So like you basically drugging yourself with aphrodisiacs? Just like that, huh?”
“No, I-“
“Did you do it on purpose, Y/N? Wanted one of us to take care of you? Put you out of your mercy and fuck you cause you need it so badly?”
You gasped at his words, his hand coming up to your jaw, tilting your head back. Your neck craned, and both of your hands clasped around Jimin’s arm. Jimin’s eyes flit over to your screen, going back to scroll through the stories you saved. “Fuck, this is some really nasty shit, Y/N. You’re into some depraved shit. Alpha/Omega? CNC? Step-siblings? Always knew you were a pervert. Bet you’ve thought about us gang banging you before, huh?”
“Fuck, Jimin, please don’t tell them-“ you pleaded.
“How can I keep this to myself?” Jimin pressed the share button, airdropping it. He let you go, letting you catch your breath as he backs away from you. He got his own phone to accept it. He waved your own screen in front of your face, taunting you. You grab it from him, staring in horror as you see that three other people accepted the airdrop. Fuck. It wasn’t like you could even pretend it wasn’t you, they’d all see it came from your phone. The worst part is you didn’t even know who accepted it, the names only being “iPhone”.
You stared up at Jimin in horror, only to see his sadistic grin as he scrolls through your personal porn stash. “Don’t worry, I’ll make all your dirty fantasies come true,” Jimin chuckled. “But I think I’ll leave you here to take care of this yourself. I’m off to catch up on some light reading.”
He left you alone on that balcony, gawking and trembling, wondering just what would happen if you were to step back in that house.