Pairing: Jungkook / You
Genre: one shot, fratboy!au, drummer!au, enemies to lovers!au
Rating: M
Warnings: slow burn, library sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex
Word count: 30.1k
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is well aware that he’s the bane of your existence. He just loves to push your buttons and lives to see you all riled up. So, what happens then when he catches you swiping left on his Tinder profile during class?
Jungkook is late to his class. He’s not just late, he is terribly late. Running on two and a half hours of sleep and caffeine, he quickly dashes through the campus grounds to get to the building.
A few minutes later when he arrives, he quickly makes a decision to enter through the top part of the auditorium.
Once seated on one of the seats in the last row, he rummages through his backpack and puffs out a tired sigh. Great. He managed to shove in his water bottle, his drum sticks, a packet of chips and a protein bar this morning but not his notebook.
He then turns to the person on his right, surprise settling on him when he sees that his seatmate is none other than his favorite person to annoy.
summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.
rating: 18+ sexual content.
warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful
word count: 8.1k
a/n ✑ ok this is very random. idk how and idk why but here it is.. i’ve had this idea for a while but may have written this whole thing only five minutes ago lol. i also edited the first few sentences and then was like.. hmm ok i done enough :)
and also big thank you to Onyx @introlxv who made this banner so fast when i didn’t even write the fic yet 😭 thank you ily 💖
Summary: A twelve-hour flight passes fast when a scorching hot, single parent is there to entertain you all throughout the day – with his words… as much as with his fingers.
pairing: dilf / single dad!Taehyung x reader
genre: s2l (?); fluff, smut, some crack?
rating: 18+
warnings: talk about a past divorce & a toxic ex, flirting, teasing, oc’s and my voice kink 😵💫, slight age gap, tae’s kid and jimin are the sweetest pair of dorks everrrr; explicit sexual content: (hard) dom!tae, public sex (they do it in the plane restroom), unprotected sex (don’t do it, pls & thank u), handjob, groping, fingering, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, cum swallowing, rough sex, dirty talk, manhandling, breast play, crying (cos taeconda too good), light choking, slight degrading (he calls her his cumslut grr), mention of some spit, my mirror kink i guess, aftercare (or as much as possible in a plane); literally, tae keeps smirking cockily… that ass, like 1 sweater weather reference, pls spot <3
word count: 8.5k
a/n: i needed to write this to get the idea out of my system, i’m sorry for all the content that’s still coming this week LMAO; thank @kth1 along with single-dad-tae-anon for encouraging me, and again, maggie, CANNOT THANK U ENOUGH FOR THIS HAWT BANNER AND COMING UP WITH THE AMAZING FIC TITLE !!! another thank u to @jimilter for hyping me up and making this brainfart SO much better, it was a mess honestly; ily guys T_T hope u guys enjoy !!
MASTERLIST | WIPs
You thoroughly dislike flying alone.
The fact that you won’t be able to set foot onto firm cement for the next eleven hours irks you. If you were in someone’s pleasant company, you’d probably stare at the line in front of you less grimly. The tempo in which the staff here operates does nothing to ease your mind, either.
That’s why airports are your least favourite place in the world; yes, you get to travel the world, but at what damn cost? At the cost of going through the infinitely long boarding process, just to sit in a vehicle that might or might not serve cold food and offer horrible movies?
Science needs to take it up a notch. You want teleportation to be a thing already.
→warnings: mentions of bad sexual experiences, nickname you guys might find cringey (sorry babes), praise, a little degradation, a little manhandling, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, very brief mentions of anal play, brief mentions of sex toys and masturbation, spitting, titty sucking, protected sex (hes a hoe but not a dummy), jk is kinda a himbo (scratch that last side note), jk running through twice members lmao sorry girlies, pining, maybe unrequited love, maybe not, ill let u decide, oc is in denial in the beginning, oc has that lemon water coochie!!, daddy kink + daddy kink slander (not seriously!), slight corruption kink
→summary: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.
→notes: hi friends!! i’m back with my second fic!! i posted this last night but miss ting had a bad case of the typos rip </3. so i had it beta'd by my bby @kookstempo pls go give her love >:((( ! i found the smut a little easier to write this time. still not that good lol but not as mentally taxing! oc is totally definitely not a little bit of a projection of me haha thisficwassexuallycathartictowrite i hope you guys like it! i would love to know your thoughts! also would be v cool if you checked out my masterlist here. love u bye!!
It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday.
The night of the week that lures college students out of their suffocating dorm rooms with the promise of parties and alcohol. After days of classes, hours of studying, and minutes of sleep, most people your age spend their weekends unwinding, hopping from frat house to frat house.
One of the many perks of living on campus is the social life. Being surrounded by young adults is exciting. It also means that everyone is horny. Ravenously so. Seriously. Anything with a hole or phallic-shaped appendage is a prime candidate for getting fucked.
Anything and everyone, except you.
It wasn’t that you couldn’t get fucked, per se. Although abundant, your options were limited. Given the environment, it was difficult to find a guy you actually felt comfortable with. He didn’t have to be in love with you, but he did have to respect you if he wanted to get anywhere near your sugar walls. With that being said, it was slim pickings.
You coped well, for the most part. But it was hard to shake the lonely feelings that bubbled in your chest from time to time. And the feral ones. Nothing a quick rub from your petite, manicured fingers couldn’t satisfy, you suppose…
Besides, all men do is disappoint you. The only two sexual partners you’ve had thus far were subpar, to say the least. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Not an ounce of concern for your pleasure. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you’ve never orgasmed from sex. Not even close. That left a sour, lemony taste in your mouth. Ever since then, your pussy was on hiatus, locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower, until a worthy knight came to save it from this tortuous dry spell.
You sigh, peeling the honey-drenched sheet mask off your face and tossing it into the trash with vigor. You eye yourself in the mirror with a scowl. Fluffy, freshly plucked brows knit together as you examine your appearance. You’re wearing a cropped white tank top, nipples poking through the little animated cherubs printed on the front. The baby pink Sailor Moon pajama shorts on your thighs left little to the imagination. White kitty ears headband keeping those annoying baby hairs out of your face.
You’re cute, right?
Atleast you tried to look cute.
Your roommate, Mina, was visiting family for the weekend, leaving you the dorm to yourself. Without your extraverted lifeline, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to stay in and pamper yourself.
You’ve already waxed your body, head to toe, with that expensive sugaring wax Mina begged you not to get. ‘It was worth it,’ you thought to yourself when you had spread your peach-scented lotion on the smooth canvas of your legs after the shower.
You even gave yourself a facial. Extractions and all. Much cooler and more productive than partying and getting laid.
You take your headband off, ruffling your thick hair until it falls into place. You reach for your candy-flavored Laneige lip mask, spreading it across your plump pout with your middle finger. Another overpriced purchase.
You exit the bathroom, shuffling towards your twin-sized bed and then falling face first into the plush, ivory duvet. So comfy. It wasn’t even midnight and you were ready to hit the hay.
You had planned to study a bit before knocking out, but the warm shower left you sleepy. Plus, the past week has been hell. Two papers and an impromptu quiz from your least favorite professor. You were a good student. A great one, even. But you were an overachiever to the core, and still found yourself stressing over assignments you knew you aced.
You let out a small yawn, squinting at the brightness around you. Along the wall beside your bed were vine garlands, embellished with little fairy lights and pink roses. They were such a pain in the ass to put up. It took you and Mina nearly three hours, and a mental breakdown on your behalf, to stick them against the drywall in the right position. High maintenance, but cute, nonetheless. Kinda like you.
The lights dim as your mind turns hazy, eventually turning into a silent black as sleep clouds your vision. Sweet, blissful sleep. You were teetering into the REM phase when-
Knock. Knock.
The booming noise startles you awake, rattling the brittle wood of your cheaply built door. The wall hangings flutter in its wake.
Maybe you were being dramatic. The knocks were actually soft and melodic. Almost cheerful as they followed the rhythm of a made-up song. But you were pissed. Even the most heavenly sound would ring demonic and evil in your ears at the moment.
You shove yourself off of your bed with an exaggerated groan, stomping towards the door and yanking it open, fully prepared to yell at whoever was behind it.
Jeon Jungkook.
His expression is blank, doe-eyes widening as he takes in your expression. Your body language radiates hostility and violence. The silver barbell glimmers as his thick, dark brows twitch in confusion. He blinks before opening his mouth. “Hey,” he utters hastily.
Under different circumstances, you would be ecstatic.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?”
“Woah, someone’s cranky,” he laughs hesitantly. “I was bored. Figured you were, too. Mina is gone, right?”
“Are you drunk or something?”
“What- no,” his plump lips form a pout, the matching silver ring on the bottom corner shining as well.
You sneer at him, pupils darting over his outfit. Oversized gray hoodie, white t-shirt peeking from the unzipped portion at the top. Gray sweatpants. Your gaze lingers on the tight pull of the material in the front. He doesn’t seem drunk, and he isn’t dressed in his usual party attire.
“I just want to hang out with you. Why are you acting so sus?”
You roll your eyes, doing everything in your power to exaggerate your irritation. “Why are you here?”
“Oh, come on, Bambi. Don’t be like that.”
Bambi.
That stupid nickname.
You and Jungkook had met at a party after you were peer pressured into a game of beer pong. The super boisterous, super attractive stranger ended up being your partner by default.
"What do you mean you’ve never played before?" He questioned you, voice laced with devastation when he realized you were about to cost him his undefeated streak.
Despite Jungkook’s best efforts, Mina and her boyfriend, Taehyung, mopped the floor with you.
"You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?"
You answered him curtly with a scowl.
"Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you." He was so wasted that night he ended up vomiting off of the second-floor balcony and onto the class president’s Honda Civic. Not drunk enough to forget the awfully humiliating, yet adorable nickname he had bestowed you.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you in.”
“I have pancakes,” he beams with pride, bunny teeth peeking out. He raises both arms, showing you the crinkled takeout bags in his hands. “Chocolate chip-”
“That’s disgusting,” you scoff.
“And blueberry,” he retorts with a squint. “Please? I won’t be annoying, I promise.”
You let out a contemplative noise. It wasn’t what you had planned for the night, but you guess company wouldn’t hurt. Especially his company.
If only you could mute your evil brain.
“I thought you had plans with whatsherface,” you question, stepping aside to let Jungkook enter your room.
He kicks his slides off at the door, something you’ve drilled into his head with violent words and empty threats. You remember him texting the groupchat a screenshot of his calendar, tonight being marked ‘PUSSY APPOINTMENT’ with the woozy face emoji next to it. The same one that was inked on his middle finger; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Tonight was one of many slots in his month with the exact same title. That picture was deleted from your phone as soon as you received it.
“Sana,” he corrects, face unimpressed like he expected you to keep a mental catalog of all his flavors of the week.
You did. Every time a new name was added to the roster, your heart sank. You would never admit it though.
“I did, but I guess she has a boyfriend now or some shit?” He plops down onto the baby pink area rug beside your bed, immediately digging through the takeout bags.
“How dare she?” You gasp sarcastically, taking the styrofoam container that he held up for you and sitting criss-cross on your bed.
“I know, right? That’s what I’m saying,” he laughs, opening a syrup packet and pouring it over his pancakes.
You cringe, foreseeing a sticky, impossible to clean mess all over your floor. “Please don’t fuck up my rug, Jungkook.”
“I won’t,” he mumbles halfheartedly, bringing the pad of his thumb to his mouth. The tip of his tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the sugary liquid before wrapping his plump, pink lips around it.
He sucks gently and then pulls off with a tiny smooch.
Wow.
Are you really that far gone? There was no denying that Jungkook was attractive. But were you really that touch starved that you were drooling over every minuscule, minute movement he made?
“Maybe she was sick of you stringing her along,” you comment, trying to cover up the fact that you were totally just gawking at him.
“Nah,” he murmurs through chubby cheeks, mouth full of pancake. “She knew it was just sex.”
“Did she though? What about Dahyun?”
“Well aware.”
“Jihyo?”
“Yep.”
“Nayeon?”
“Are you slut-shaming me?” He points his plastic fork at you, bringing the opposite hand to his chest in feigned offense. “Because I feel very attacked right now.”
You playfully nudge his shoulder with your thigh-high sock-clad foot, deciding to drop the subject. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Jungkook had a reputation on campus. Every girl who involved themselves with him knew what the outcome would be. He was very blunt about his desires and disinterests. Sex being the prior. Commitment being the latter.
But you suppose remaining detached was easier said than done. Something about him was… magnetic. He was bold, yet soft. Obnoxious, but endearing. A sweet talker for sure. And easily the freest person you’ve ever known. Add sex into the equation, and it must be nearly impossible not to fall in love with him…
Hm. That’s enough thinking for the night.
You need background noise to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. He peeps an ‘I don’t care’ when you ask him what he wants to watch. You take it upon yourself. Sailor Moon it is.
The pancakes keep him preoccupied for a while. You glance down at him every now and then. His eyes sparkle as he watches the cartoon on your phone screen. There’s a little speck of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. His tongue makes an encore appearance, licking it away before fidgeting with his lip. How sinful.
He starts getting squirmy about halfway through the episode. Antsy hands pull at the strings on the border of the carpet below him. Every now and then he draws a shape and erases it. One of the shapes is a penis, something you’d see on the back of a middle school textbook.
He scoots with a sigh, pressing his spine against the edge of your bed, and then bending his head back. Fluffy dark strands tickle your legs as he peers up at you. “Can you play with my hair?”
“Why would I do that?” You huff, hot and bothered by the sudden contact.
“It helps me stay still. Please?”
“Oh, um- okay,” you oblige, gulping like you’ve dry swallowed a huge pill. You cautiously card your digits through his hair. It’s so soft and healthy.
He purrs and closes his eyes.
He's silent once again, enjoying your touch, even pushing into it a bit. Very cat-like.
That lasts for about three minutes. His inability to not speak every single thought that enters the void of his mind takes over.
‘I just realized they’re all named after planets.’
‘Wait, the moon isn’t a planet, is it?’
‘Why are they dressed so sexy to fight space monsters?’
“Jungkook, shut up!”
“But I’m bored,” he whines. “Is this really how you spend your Friday nights?”
“Excuse me, I’d like to see you take STEM classes for a week and then tell me how you feel,” you contend, leaning over to grab your phone off the nightstand. You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your nipples. It makes your palms clammy. “Sometimes, it’s nice to just chill.”
“You don’t masturbate?” He asks calmly as if he had just inquired about the weather.
You give him an exasperated look.
“What? That’s how I destress,” he continues, shrugging nonchalantly. “Don’t you have a vibrator?”
“I- no! Why are you asking all these questions?” You shriek, absolutely mortified.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” He lifts his head off of your lap, craning his neck so you can see his appalled expression, your answer leaving him equally as mortified. “Damn, that’s wild,” he tuts in disapproval.
“I would rather not have to smuggle a sex toy into my dorm room, Jungkook,” you retort.
“You can borrow mine,” he smirks, turning his body to face you, obviously relishing in the reactions he’s pulling out of you. “It’s a Hitachi. It’s really strong too, like, most girls don’t even last five minutes.”
“Why do you have- you know what, nevermind actually!” You clench your eyes shut, poking your fingers into your ears and shaking your head dramatically. Your reaction is mostly out of embarrassment and partly because the thought of him pleasing women who aren’t you hurts for whatever reason. “I’m done with this discussion!”
“Seriously?” He wheezes, thoroughly enjoying your tantrum. He wraps his long, nimble fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away. Your skin burns under the touch. “I want to get to know you more.”
“Yeah, but you don’t need to know-,” you rip out of his grasp, flailing your hands around in circular motions, “-those things.”
“I’m just trying to make conversation,” he frowns.
“About?”
“Anything.”
“Okay, um...” you look around the room nervously, searching for the right thing to say. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Black. What’s your favorite position?”
“Jungkook!”
“I think missionary is my favorite. Very underrated,” he says, tapping his chin like it’s an answer only an intellectual would’ve given. “The kind where her legs are pushed alllll the way back,” he emphasizes the ‘all’ by balling his hands into fists and lifting them up by his head, showing you exactly where he likes them. “You hit the g-spot perfectly that way.”
You level him with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Unamusement written all over.
“Why are you so mad?” He laughs. “What? You’re embarrassed to talk about sex?”
A pause.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Jungkook, no…” you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration. “I’m just not like you, okay? I don’t like sex as much as you and everybody else on this fucking campus does!”
He hesitates for a moment as he processes your sudden outburst. The first time you’ve ever seen him rendered speechless. You can picture the cogs turning in that thick skull of his.
He inhales sharply, eyebrows raising up to his hairline as if something clicked. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, cute dimple peeping out from the pull. His head drops as he huffs out a laugh.
“What’s so funny, Jeon?”
“Ah, I see now.”
“See what?” You groan, bothered by his vagueness.
“Here's what I think, Bambi,” he mumbles in a low tone, sitting up from his spot on the floor so his gaze is aligned with yours. His palms are on either of your crossed legs, fingers curling into your white blanket. Forcing you to make eye contact with him- his pupils are black, nothing like the soft brown you’re accustomed to. “You’re so uptight because you haven’t had sex in a while- good sex, at least.”
Your breath catches in your throat. You say nothing.
“The guys you fuck don’t know how to treat you, am I right? They can’t make you cum?”
Crickets.
Your lack of response tells him the answer.
When you do speak, your words come out shaky. “Well, what makes you any different?”
He shuffles closer, knocking his forehead right against yours, invading your space. He’s so close that you feel claustrophobic. Your heart pounds in your chest.
“I always make the girl cum.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he hums through curled lips as he nods, silver hoops swaying at the motion, nose brushing against yours. “More than once.”
His dilated pupils scan over your body, pausing at your chest for a moment, and then continuing their descent. A hand slides up your bare thigh, the warm touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He grabs the hem of your shorts between his index and middle fingers, tugging gently. “These are cute.” He licks his lips, making them pink and glossy, like he’s ready to eat you. “I’d like them better somewhere else though.”
“Jungkook…”
And then he's kissing you.
It’s soft, like he’s afraid to scare you away by putting too much pressure into it. Little does he know you’ve been thinking about this for a while.
All your protesting and fighting up until this point was futile. Your hands unconsciously make their way to his cheeks. You swear you feel him smirking. It’s like he can read your mind, knowing exactly how bad you’ve wanted this.
He prods his tongue against your bottom lip, urging you to let him in. You do. He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you down, hovering over you.
“You taste like candy,” he whispers against your lips, hot and needy. Take that, Mina. A sneaky hand cups you through your shorts, right where he knows your clit is. The thin material does nothing to conceal how wet you are. “Do you taste like candy here too? Can I try?”
You’re anxious, but you can’t stop. Not when he’s so enticing. Not when the rumors of his sexual prowess are swimming around in your mind. Jungkook could ask anything of you and you’d gladly obey. You give him a small nod.
“Don’t be nervous,” he teases through an airy laugh, breath fanning across your face. It smells like chocolate and syrup. He turns his head and presses a gentle kiss on your fingertips. You swoon.
Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your shorts, he pulls them below your butt. He dips his head down, biting into the side of your thigh. A predator sinking its teeth into its prey. Not hard enough to hurt. It’s just enough to rip a whine from you. “Fuck,” he grumbles, pulling your shorts completely off. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
He’s been wanting this, too?
“Let’s leave these on though,” he sighs, speaking in reference to your socks. It was something you knew he found sexy, overhearing a graphic conversation with Taehyung about kinks and other filthy things. That may or may not have been the motivation behind your purchase.
You cringe. Being naked in front of someone for the first time in a long time was nerve-wracking.
“No panties?” Jungkook asks, looking at you quizzically. “Dressed so skimpy, Bambi. All for me?”
“I didn’t know you were gonna show up...”
“Oh shit, you’re right,” he chuckles, caressing your legs with his large thumbs. You appreciate the gesture.
Cool air brushes against your exposed core when he parts your thighs. His gaze locks onto your dripping center. You whine and cross your arms over your face. Maybe if you squeeze hard enough you’ll revert back into yourself and escape this dreadfully vulnerable feeling.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” he starts, words dying out because his attention is elsewhere. Jungkook has seen a lot of pussy throughout his life, but yours has got to be the, “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So fucking wet.” He settles back onto his knees, hooking his limbs around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
Jungkook watches in awe as he spreads your lips open with his thumb and index fingers, stealing a peek at your shiny center. He takes a long, languid lick from your pussy to your clit. He moans when the wet muscle dips between your folds, eyes scrunching as his feature contorts into a scowl. You recognize that face. That angry face he makes when he tastes something he finds incredibly yummy. It’s the same one he made when he ate his pancakes.
Have you really studied him so much that you’ve picked up on his subtle habits? Nevertheless, the fact that he actually seemed to be enjoying going down on you was jarring. You’ve never experienced this before. It felt so fucking good. You were already close and he has barely touched you. You let out a whimper.
“Mm, you’re so responsive,” he notes, absolutely loving the little sounds you’re peeping. Much different than the blaring moans and screams he is used to. Despite the ego boost they give him, your shy whimpers are a welcomed change. Each one makes his cock twitch, forcing him to bring a hand down, palming himself through his sweats. “When’s the last time someone ate you out?”
“Never…”
“I don’t see why not,” he coos sympathetically, shaking his head in disapproval. He gives you another lick, tongue pressed flat against you. “You taste like lemonade, so sweet.”
That had you absolutely drenched.
You move up onto your elbows, watching as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders. He licks the pad of his thumb, this time actually sinful. He presses it right to your bud, rubbing it before pulling the sensitive skin taut, lifting the hood and exposing your clit.
He tuts his tongue, whispering something so quietly you barely catch it, only making out a breathy iteration of the word ‘tiny’. Heavy eyes flicker up to yours as he places two soft pecks on it, then blows delicately.
“Jungkook, please…”
“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I won’t tease-,” sentiment interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss, “I know how bad you must want it.”
He circles the tip of his tongue on your clit before suctioning his lips around it. You gnaw onto your lower lip, face twisting up in pleasure.
This is easily a far better form of self care than what you had planned.
It’s obvious that this is something Jungkook does a lot. He is a photography major, and has never struck you as someone who is incredibly bright, but the way he touched is strategic. He has spent the better part of the past decade perfecting his craft, studying the way women move their bodies when he applies a certain amount of pressure. The beautiful noises they make when he stimulates them in certain spots. He has the exact equation to make you fall apart.
There is a pattern to it. He latches onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing with a few harsh sucks, before licking over it, letting his tongue dip into your entrance. You can’t help the subtle thrusts into his mouth with every glide of his tongue. The consistency had your stomach doing somersaults.
He sinks further down, lapping at your folds, never straying too far from your clit, burying himself so deep into your pussy that the tip of his nose nudges against it. A big palm slides up your torso, reaching under your tank top to grab at your chest, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.
“Jung- fuck!” You croak, high-pitched and desperate. “I’m close.”
You expect him to pull away. He, instead, acknowledges you with an ‘mhm’, nuzzling even further into your cunt.
You can’t help the instinctual, or more so learned, shame bubbling in your stomach. Your hips jerk away. Legs close tight around his head, attempting to save him from the brunt of your orgasm. He simply pries them back open, nails digging into your inner thigh. You grasp onto his hair, tugging it back as you curse under your breath.
He doesn’t like that.
He pops off of your clit with a sharp, annoyed growl. “Can you stop?” The stern edge in his voice makes you flinch, releasing your grip immediately. “You don’t have to control every situation. Just relax.”
“I’m sorry,” you squeak.
His gaze softens immediately. He didn’t want you to apologize and he definitely didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. “You can touch me, Bambi,” he grabs hands and places them back on his head, encouraging them to tangle in his tresses once again. “Keep me here, though. Wanna make you cum in my mouth.”
It’s strange, being pampered during sex. Taken care of.
You peer down at him. His mouth and cheeks are dewy, covered in your arousal. Even the tip of his nose is wet. He’s not uncomfortable in the slightest.
You push him down, giving him the green light to continue. The descent is quick. Starting in your stomach before it shoots through the rest of your body. You throw your head back, teeth digging into your lip as you desperately try to stifle the lewd moans threatening to escape.
Jungkook guides you through it, slowing down towards the tail end of your orgasm. He pulls away with a satisfied hum, standing up from his spot on the floor. “Taste?” He asks, squishing your cheeks with his big hand. His tongue licks right against yours when you stick it out, lips closing into a sloppy kiss. “Good, right?”
You don’t really taste anything, but you nod anyway. Maybe a slight hint of citrus. Or maybe you were delirious after the best orgasm of your life. The only partnered orgasm of your life.
His eyes are scrunched, but you can still see the stars in his dark pupils as he smiles down at you. You mirror him with the opposite expression, irises wide and blown out. He giggles, nuzzling into the side of your face and then nipping at your cheek. “You’re like a space girl,” your heart melts at the Sailor Moon reference. “So clueless. I wanna do everything to you. Teach you everything.”
“Like what?”
“Have you ever squirted before?”
You freeze. “No… I don’t think everyone can.”
“That’s not true. Everyone can squirt with a good partner and the right mindset,” he proclaims enthusiastically, shooting you a thumbs up. The tent in his pants on full display.
“Right mindset?” You giggle, raising a brow at him.
“Yeah, it’s pretty intense.” He grabs a half-empty water bottle, your water bottle, off the nightstand, taking a big sip. “I can get you there,” he states, a droplet of water dripping down his chin. “You have to listen to me, though. You can continue your ‘girlboss’ bullshit after I’m done with you.”
You roll your eyes. If any other man said that to you, you would be livid. You would literally rain hellfire upon them. But it’s Jungkook. You know he’s joking, and the soft spot you have for him prevents you from ripping him a new one.
He smiles when you agree, pecking your cheek before unzipping his hoodie and shrugging it off his shoulders. You watch his muscles work. Toned, firm biceps exposed for your viewing pleasures. He recently recolored the tattoos on his right arm.
You remember him venting about his parents’ disapproval of them, and his major, when he walked you to your dorm after a party a few weeks ago. It was the only time you’ve ever seen the fun-loving, jovial man feel melancholic. You coin that night the night you developed... whatever it was that you have for him now.
“Alright,” he gestures to the cotton sweater, now spread out on your bed. “Lay here.”
“Why?”
“I mean…” he looks at you like you’re stupid. “You don’t want to get this wet, right?” He counters, pinching your blanket.
Cockiness just oozes out of him. It makes wetness ooze out of you.
You comply, laying down on the soft material. It’s warm and smells like the delicate linen cologne he normally wears. You bask in the scent.
“I usually use lube for this, but…” he clicks his tongue, knowing you don’t have any. “We can make it work.” Leaning down, he lets a string of spit land on your clit. It tickles as it trickles down your folds. He’s quick to collect it with his fingertips, smearing the moisture all over.
“Take your top off, please. I wanna see those pretty tits.”
It’s barely a top. The jagged, raw hem only conceals half of your perked nipples. How ironic is it that you’re wearing an angel print tank while being absolutely defiled. You sit up, taking it off easily and tossing it on the floor before laying back down.
“It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You wonder, reflecting on his earlier statements.
“Why, you nervous?” He teases with a lopsided grin. It drops when he sees the apprehensive look on your face. “It shouldn’t hurt, but if it does you’ll tell me, right?”
“Right,” you moan, another drop of saliva hitting your pussy.
“Hold your legs up, keep them open,” he orders, sucking back the extra spit with a hiss.
Pink nails curl under your thighs, bringing them up to your chest just as Jungkook instructed. He pops his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, bringing them down to tease at your entrance before slipping in, palm facing up.
There’s an adjustment period, his fingers being much bigger than your own. You’re so aroused that the tenderness subsides quickly. “Fuck,” you yelp when he starts gently petting at your g-spot.
He doesn’t jam his fingers into you carelessly, an unpleasant sensation you’ve been subjected to in the past. His digits never leave you. Instead, they move in a sensual curl that makes you purr. Every touch is focused, intricately placed on that delicious spot.
“Pussy so wet,” his voice comes out as strained as his pants. He sounds so turned on and filled with lust. It makes you clamp around his fingers. He lets out the tiniest moan, using his free hand to grab yours, sucking three fingers into his mouth. “Touch your clit for me.”
You bring your hand down, rubbing side to side. “Uh-uh, circles.”
Immediately, you follow his command. You look so delicious he can’t help himself, bending at the waist to latch onto one of your nipples.
“Please, Jungkook, more…”
“Yeah?” He mumbles against your chest, sending vibrations through the sensitive skin. You nod frantically. “I usually don’t give in this easily, but I think you deserve it. Been such a good girl. You can have more, Bambi.” You know it’s just sex talk. A stream of consciousness fueled by his horniness. All the blood leaving his head to fill his cock, making him more dumb than usual, but you can’t help but feel special.
“It’s going to build up fast, okay?”
You mumble a small ‘mhm’. How bad can it really be?
Jungkook starts moving his hand rapidly, fingers thrashing up and down. There's so much force behind his movements that your hips lift and dip.
You’re overwhelmed. Constant, vigorous stimulation right to your g-spot. A strange swelling feeling starts pooling in your lower stomach. High-pitched whimpery moans and wet squelching noises fill the room.
“J- daddy, fuck!” It is so intense you can’t form a coherent sentence. There’s faint laughter in the background. “No, no, no…” you plead, wrapping your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It’s too good. So good that it made you scared.
His movements halt. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, too much… fuck!” You shout when he continues at the same intensity, your body thrashing wildly. You feel out of control.
“Shh,” he whispers softly. “You can take it. Just let it happen.”
You inhale sharply, doing your best to calm down. It’s difficult when he keeps touching you like that. Your fingers curl into his sweater, bracing yourself. As soon as you stop fighting that full feeling, as soon as you loosen the tense muscles, it’s going to hit you.
You relax and a wave of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt ripples over you.
There’s an intense, world-shattering, euphoric release.
And then nothing.
Your head is empty. Your ears ring. Your vision is distorted by white splotches.
Complete solace.
Your senses come back after a few minutes of heavy breathing. It’s fuzzy, but you can see the ceiling fan swirling above you.
There’s a metallic taste on your tongue.
You can feel droplets trickling down your inner thighs, a damp puddle under your butt, and a warm set of lips on your temple.
“Welcome back to planet Earth,” Jungkook jokes, pushing away the wispy flyaways that stick to your forehead. You blink absently as you slowly make out his features. You swear there’s a glowing aura around him. “You good?”
“So good,” you confirm halfheartedly. “You’re so good.”
“You came so much,” he hums in satisfaction, placing a few pecks against your jaw. Jungkook was actually surprised at how much wetness he coaxed out of you. You just kept on cumming. The prettiest waterfall he’s ever seen. Damp fingers brush up and down your bicep, a comforting gesture. “You called me daddy.”
“Shut up,” you groan, covering your face. “Don’t talk about it.”
“I won’t, it was fucking gross,” he laughs, smiling down at you so genuinely that it reaches his eyes. This was just a hookup, you assume, but he’s just so pretty. You can’t stop yourself from pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He reciprocates. It feels so intimate. Too intimate for a pair of friends. You’re so tired but you want more. Everything.
“Take this off, please,” you ball the white fabric of his shirt into your tiny fists, mimicking his words from earlier. “Let me see those pretty tits.”
He quirks a brow at you, standing up straight and pulling his shirt off by the collar. It’s discarded onto the floor, with all the other useless, bothersome items.
His tits are pretty. Chest flushed red from exertion, nipples pink and tiny. His body is fit, but not overly muscular. Lean and toned. Just what you like.
You snake your legs around his cinched waist, constricting his pelvis flush against yours.
“Is it my turn now?” He says, loving your sudden burst of confidence. His jaw goes slack when you start grinding on his clothed cock. There’s a slick spot where your bodies meet, heather gray turning dark as the fabric dampens. Jungkook lets you play with him for a bit, rutting against you until he physically cannot stand it anymore. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.”
“Then do it,” you whimper, growing impatient. He sighs, hand coming down to fiddle with the sweater underneath you. You crane your neck, watching curiously as he pulls a square packet out of the pocket.
There’s a sharp pain in your chest when you see it. “Did you plan on us hooking up?”
“Maybe,” he contends playfully. All the amusement in his face disappears when he flicks his bangs back and sees yours. Hurt and disappointed. “I always keep condoms on me, you know that,” he explains, voice soft and wary.
It makes sense. He was sexually active. Very much so.
That scares you. You could possibly be just another girl he’s sexually active with. A last ditch effort to get laid because the first option bailed. The puzzle pieces start coming together.
You look him in the eyes. His pupils are brown again. They look pleading, concerned for your wellbeing. Afraid they’ve tarnished something so delicate. You can’t tell if it’s just your delusions, post-orgasm bliss. All you know is you never want him to stop looking at you the way he is right now.
“Can I put it on?” You ask, pointing at the condom in his hand, desperate to break the tension.
“I- sure,” he retorts, exhaling deeply like he was holding his breath, relieved. He gives it to you, using his other hand to pull his pants by the waistband, stopping mid-thigh. Too rushed and eager to take them off completely.
He didn’t have underwear on either.
You squint, trying to read the white font on the packet. Large.
You glance up, eyes bulging out of your skull when they land on his cock. It’s big. So aroused that it points straight up, resting on his abdomen. The tip is bright pink, standing out against the background of his smooth milky pelvis. It’s shiny with precum, a little bead sitting right at the slight. Your gaze trails up the veiny underside, following the acute upward curve. You gulp.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” you say, jittery hands tearing open the foil packet. You cautiously wrap your hand around the shaft. It’s so firm. Rock solid and touch starved. It jumps in your palm as you slip the sticky rubber down, making sure to stroke him along the way. “Big, thas’ all.”
He nods, the corner of his lips pulling up in a smirk. He can tell your words are equally as worried as they are complimentative, though. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, holding on to your ankle to lift your leg, kissing it through your white sock. Gaze locked on you, making sure you’re watching and that you know he can be soft with you.
He bends both of your knees up to your chest, tapping your outer thigh, indicating he wants you to hold them again. Tattooed knuckles wrap around the base of his cock, laying it flat against your pelvis. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath when he sees the tip reaches just below your belly button, knowing exactly what to envision when he’s inside you. His cock so deep it’s in your stomach.
He smacks the shaft between your folds. Filthy, wet slapping noises overpower your coos and purrs. The tip tickles your entrance, rubbing up and down your folds, before he brings it to your abused clit again, flicking it up and down like a light switch. Watching your face intently to gauge your reaction, looking for any prick of discomfort.
“Put it in,” you frown, growing impatient.
“So needy,” Jungkook teases, gripping his cock right under the crown and pushing in. Only the tip. He uses his fingers as a buffer, trying not to give too much too fast. Pulling back agonizingly slow and then diving back in, giving you a little bit more length this time. It was only an inch or so, but the stretch burned. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill.
He repeats this process, working you open little by little until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets out a pained grunt, overwhelmed by the way your warm wet walls just suffocate him. “Fuck, tightest pussy ever.”
You clench your eyes shut, trying to ease the feeling of getting impaled. Jungkook is so big. The veins that run along his shaft, the thickness, the curve. He leans down and pecks your nose sweetly. His thumb, rubbing tight circles against your clit, provides a decent distraction. You focus on the pleasure instead of the pain.
“Feel okay, Bambi?” He coos, feeling you relax under him. “Can I move?”
With furrowed brows, he pulls out a few inches before thrusting back in slowly. Heavy eyes glued on the way your lips petal around him when he gives you more. The way they resist when takes his cock away. “Good girl,” he praises, voice raspy as he tries his best to maintain a slow, shallow pace. “You take it so well.”
Any pang of discomfort is gone. He prepped you so well that there’s no friction, just seamless glides in and out of your leaking cunt. The upturned tip of his cock tickles that sweet spot in you. You moan, digging your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, arching your back for more.
Jungkook sees your body language. He knows what to do in this situation. One of the most useful sex tips he’s ever learned. He leans forward, pressing his chest against yours, swollen lips latching onto your neck. They suck a sore spot that his tongue quickly soothes over. “Hold on to me,” he commands, wet pout smushed to your skin.
You let go of your thighs, leaving little crescent indents on the surface, and throw your arms around his shoulders. Hooking your knees into the bend of his elbows, Jungkook hoists you up effortlessly, supporting your weight with his large palms on your ass. The change in position spreads you even further, slides him in even deeper.
“Mmm, f-,” you moan, words cut short when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Mmm, I knew it,” he chuckles sadistically, right into your ear. “I knew you were just waiting to be ruined. So fucking high-strung and- fuck!” He can feel your arousal dripping down to his balls. “Controlling.”
Arguing is pointless. You swear he's in your head, the tip of his cock scrambling your brain around so that you can’t even think straight. All you can think about is him.
You cling to him, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he lifts you in the air. Letting him have his way with you. You’re never felt more alive.
‘Orgasms are the pinnacle of the human experience,’ you recall Jungkook telling you one day at the library. At the time, you rolled your eyes. Now, you know exactly what he meant.
“You just needed some dick, huh? My dick?” You nod, drooling against his skin. “Doesn’t it feel good to let go?” All you can get out is a little moan.
A glint flickers in the corner of your eye. Mina’s mirror. It’s leaning against the wall right in front of you. You can see the expanse of his back. The taut skin on his shoulder blades. Biceps bulging as he moves you. His pants slid down to his knees, so you can see his cute butt dimpling when he thrusts up. Muscles working to make you cum.
“Okay,” he huffs, more to himself than you. Your pussy was so good that it derailed his original plan. Jungkook tosses you up a little, getting a more secure hold as he wraps an arm around your waist. The motion makes his cock slip out, the loss of contact makes you whine.
His free hand tosses his soiled hoodie out of the way. You cringe, making a mental note to mop tomorrow morning.
He places one of your fancy, cooling-gel pillows on the edge of the bed, laying you down on top of it. Your hips are elevated, tilted upwards. Giving him a clear view of your glowy core. He catches a glimpse of the only place he hasn’t destroyed.
“What about this?” He coos, pressing the pad of his thumb right against your clenching hole.
You squeak, shaking your head. Baby steps.
“Alright,” he chuckles, hand retreating promptly. “Maybe next time.”
He wants to do this again. Your heart flutters.
You watch as he guides himself back in, stuffing you to the brim in one swift motion. Much less cautious than earlier. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly. The pillow and his curve doing wonders. Your eyes roll back as your head hits the bed. “Like that, right?” He laughs, snapping into you.
“Yeah, Jungkook,” you moan out, gripping your ankles and bringing them up by your head, just how he likes. “Don’t stop.”
He could’ve busted right then and there.
“Fuck, keep saying my name,” he groans, eyes glancing up to your perky tits, jiggling freely with every snap of his hips. His pupils sneak down further, watching his cock plow into your tight, wet cunt, leaving it dewy and red.
You call his name like a metronome, ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook’. Voice airy, following the rhythm of his hips. It makes him move harder and faster, feeling that familiar pooling at the base of his shaft.
Just like everything about him, his strokes are fluid. His hips aren’t locked and stiff. They move in a dip and roll that makes your toes curl. His pelvis mushes against your clit when he thrusts all the way in, balls smacking against the curve of your ass. It feels delicious. Your third orgasm of the night is approaching fast.
“You cumming, Bambi?” He hums, already recognizing the way your thick brows pull together when you're close. The way your hips rut a little, naturally guiding you to your orgasm.
“Mhm, make me cum Jungkook,” you mewl.
He hovers over you, placing his hands on top of yours, bending your legs back farther. Taking long, violent plunges into you. So close to a piledriver. He’s basically fucking you into the mattress, bed frame cracking against the wall beside it. One of your vine garlands falls down, but you’re so close you can’t even bring yourself to care.
Your climaxes blend together. You first, clenching and unclenching around his length. Moans coming out sporadic and your shoulders off the bed. Legs trembling in his hands.
His orgasm is stunning.
“Ah- fuck. I’m cumming,” he croaks through snarled teeth, head dropping to watch where you connect. Something he does often, you notice. He doesn’t stop, even after he spills into the condom, fucking you until he’s completely drained. You whimper, sensitive from the overstimulation.
“Damn,” Jungkook huffs out a laugh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You fist the wavy strands at the back of his head, a little damp.
“Thank you,” you speak shyly.
“I know you’re new to this,” he lifts up and looks at you quizzically, amusement tickling his features, “But that’s kinda a weird thing to say after someone fucks you.”
You laugh with him, eyes darting over his face. He has a small scar on his cheek, something you’ve never noticed before.
“No, I just mean-” you cringe when he pulls out of you, feeling empty. “You’re the only guy who’s ever… I don’t know. You’re just different.”
He smiles with twinkling eyes, tying a knot at the end of the condom and tossing it into the pink trash can beside your nightstand. “You’re different, too,” he mirrors, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “Special.”
Special.
You sigh into his lips when he gives you a soft peck, thumb brushing against the newfound mark of his face. “I’m sorry that I made you do all the work.”
“Nah, don’t worry. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” His words are sweet but there’s a naughty glint in his eyes. “Besides, you can think of this as a practice round.”
“Practice round?”
He hums in conformation, tapping your ass lightly, making it ripple against his hand. “Alright, go take a leak before you get a UTI.” He laughs when you push his shoulder. The same old blunt, shameless Jungkook.
He stops you before you disappear into the bathroom. “I hope this won’t make things awkward between us. Like, we’re still friends, right?”
Friends.
It takes all of your strength to give him a nod. You ponder over his words as you clean up in the bathroom. Why did you feel so... conflicted? You’re so happy, but you’re also kinda sad. It’s like your mood solely depends on Jungkook. His words have the power to pull you in whatever direction he pleases. You stare at yourself in the mirror.
All these emotions must mean you have a crush on him.
You sigh, flicking off the light and then heading back into your room.
Jungkook is hunkered down in your sea of pillows, soft snores leaving his parted lips. Chest rising and falling steadily. Hair messy, fanned around him.
He looks so beautiful and peaceful.
You tilt your head at the sight. He always told you that he never spends the night after a hookup.
The blanket is only covering his pelvis, strong legs poking out from underneath. His sweats are still on his ankles. You giggle, attempting to slide them off without waking him.
“Bambi,” he mutters sleepily, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”
You feel your cheeks heat up. You shuffle into bed, throwing the covers over both of your bare bodies.
He wraps his arms around you, pecking your forehead before drifting back into slumber.
genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT with an extremely small side of fluff lol
pairing: hoseok x reader
summary: the only thing stronger than your social anxiety is your big dumb crush on hoseok - and you're certainly not expecting it when he tells you the real reason he threw this album release party.
word count: 9.8k
contains: explicit sexual content aka PORN !!!! idol-verse, literally takes place at the JITB album release party, friends to lovers, erotic hand holding, they're both cute and dumb, a studio hookup 👀 dirty talk, thigh riding, cunnilingus, a single pussy slap lol, taint touching (?), HOBI EATS ASS, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, throat fucking, reader gets a facial, and a lil bit of cum eating, it's cute 😌
A/N: so, hi, i went to hobipalooza lmao. this is actually lowkey a songfic ??? charli xcx was one of the earlier acts on hobi's stage and. my god. seeing her live was a religious experience, and when she performed party 4 u i was like hnnnhghg this should be a fic. and now it is !!!! and i hope u enjoy 🥺🥺 i tried some new stuff in here, both soft and freaky lmao so i'm nervy to share!!! as always your support and feedback means the world to meeeee ok ilysomuch bye~
read on AO3 !
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You collapse back against the cushions of your couch with a soft whine of distress.
The whole thing is really so ridiculous. You told yourself when this started that you could be chill about it. People get crushes every day. It doesn’t have to be a huge fucking deal. You’re a sane, rational adult, perfectly capable of admiring a man quietly from afar while doing your best to be a good friend to him.
And, yes, maybe also obsessing a little too much over what to wear when you hang out, and what to post on Instagram in case he might see it, and dear god, how long his hair is getting. All normal crush things.
But now, as you press your phone to your chest with both hands and sigh forlornly, you wonder if it might actually be possible to yearn yourself to death. To like somebody so much that your heart just fucking explodes. If anyone could be capable of inciting spontaneous combustion, it is absolutely Jung Hoseok.
And he wants you to come to his big fancy party– has specifically sent a day-of reminder text, like you didn’t already receive a formal invitation weeks ago.
You purse your lips, fighting to keep a smile off your face despite being alone in your apartment where no one can perceive you. Hoseok is always so good at keeping in touch, even when he’s in an insanely busy season of his life. You can picture him now, probably bustling around his place in a robe, getting ready while simultaneously sending everyone their own personalized message.
Everyone– when you last chatted about the party, he rattled off enough of the guest list for you to know that easily half the industry will be there tonight. And even Lizzo has gushed about how great of a texter he is. You try to ease yourself off the ledge with the comforting thought that this has to be just one courtesy text of dozens, his pretty painted thumbnails working overtime to send gratuitous emojis out to every idol in the city.
And somehow also to you. Because your big fat crush made you stupid enough to say yes to what is arguably your worst nightmare: A party full of cool famous people, where you will know no one except the guest of honor.
Skipping the party is not an option becomes your internal refrain as the hours tick by. You have to remind yourself of this even more emphatically when you wind up on the floor of your bedroom, having tried on every article of clothing in your closet and having decisively hated it all.
Skipping the party is not an option, you think again, grabbing your phone to check the clock. Your heart sinks when you realize how much time you’ve wasted being an anxious wreck– you had planned to be ready to leave five minutes ago, not laying half-naked on the floor, hair and makeup still undone.
But skipping the party is not an option. A pre-party cry, however, might be on the table.
Pushing yourself up to sit on your heels, you force the tears back while you aimlessly sort through a pile of clothes. You’re barely looking at what’s in front of you, but you pause to do a double-take as your hand passes over a particularly enjoyable texture.
When you manage to extract the item, you realize it’s a dress you’d forgotten about entirely– something a friend made you buy a lifetime ago that you’ve never worn because you’ve always been uncomfortable with how short it is. But it’s smooth baby pink satin, and as different from your usual as it may be, you recall not being mad about the way it stuck to your curves like water.
Fuck it. You’re already late, and if there’s ever a party where you can take a fashion risk, it’s one thrown by Hoseok. You can only imagine what he might have on tonight; it honestly wouldn’t surprise you if he showed up in the same fucking dress.
The thought of seeing him is enough to make your heart leap in your chest, and you do your best to speed through your usual makeup and hair routine despite the way your hands are starting to tremble. By the time you grab your purse and make it out the door, you’re thirty minutes late. That thirty minutes quickly stretches into a full hour before you’re stepping off the elevator onto the 19th floor of HYBE headquarters, feeling like an asshole.
Gorgeous idols and various other famous people stream in around you, dressed in clothes that appear casual but you’re sure cost double your monthly rent payment, looking less than unbothered about showing up late. You do your best to slip in unnoticed and stick to the perimeter of the massive room, feeling like an absolute fraud.
Thankfully it’s only a few steps before you find a table taken up entirely by pre-filled flutes of champagne, and you eagerly grab one, mostly just grateful for something to do with your hands.
It occurs to you how little you know about celebrity culture, because the party doesn’t even seem to have started yet: early 2000s R&B is bumping through the speakers, and it feels like every few minutes the elevator chimes to let another group of people trickle into the space. You find an unoccupied section of wall to lean against as you sip your drink slowly, hoping that if you try hard enough, you might actually manage to become one with the wallpaper.
Tipping your head back for another sip of champagne, you nearly choke at an unexpected voice from over your shoulder.
“You look like you hate parties as much as I do.”
You manage to not inhale your drink, instead giving a polite smile as your eyes drift across the crowded room. You’re too nervous to immediately steal a glance at whoever is speaking to you, though you’re sure it just makes you seem rude. “Hate isn’t exactly it.” You have nothing against parties, or people who enjoy them. “I just… haven’t figured out what I’m supposed to be doing, exactly.”
“I think talking to people is generally expected,” the voice quips. “So, hey, you’re doing great already. Keep it up and they might even think you’re an extrovert.”
You exhale a soft laugh, a slight heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck.
“But Hobi said I didn’t have to meet and greet if I didn't want to. So I’m taking that as full permission to enjoy free alcohol and read webtoons on my phone.”
Your gaze snaps over at the familiar nickname, and your mouth goes dry as you realize you’ve been casually conversing with none other than Kim Seokjin, who is absentmindedly fiddling with the thin green strap of the bag slung over his shoulder.
Fuck. Embarrassing yourself in front of random famous people was exactly what you were trying to avoid when you picked this wall to lean against. You’d figured the other members would all be out mingling in the center of things, not hiding in a corner. Who knew celebrities were just like you?
“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, immediately dropping your gaze to avoid making eye contact when Jin looks up. He probably assumed you’d sidled up next to him on purpose, like some kind of creepy fan. “I’ll leave you alone, I actually really didn’t mean to–”
You glance up again only to realize Jin is laughing, shoulders shaking slightly.
“Wow, I’m so bad at this. That wasn’t me telling you to fuck off. I was just trying to sympathize.” He gestures lazily towards the stage at the front of the room. “Thankfully it looks like you don’t have to suffer my conversation any longer.”
A Jack in the Box graphic has started to flash, projected onto the screen. After a few seconds, the image stills, and a spotlight clicks on, following Hoseok as he emerges from backstage. You lean forward to set your drink on the closest table so you can join in the applause for him.
Hoseok looks as effortlessly cool as he always does, but even more so tonight, like someone has cranked his charisma up to the max setting. A real fucking popstar, a rockstar, even: baggy clothes, multiple layers of necklaces, chunky black boots, dark hair pushed back with a few strands falling into his eyes. He somehow even manages to make wearing sunglasses indoors look cool– probably because they’re immediately offset by the wide, sweet grin of his mouth as he addresses the crowd. You can hear that he’s nervous by how hard he’s trying to keep his voice even, and it’s enough to make you feel the flutter of butterfly wings in your throat.
As you pick your drink back up for another sip, you can’t help but wonder if Jin can literally see the hearts in your eyes, or a nervous little teardrop floating above your head like an anime character. You do your best to hide your smile behind your glass.
“J-Hope is pretty cool, huh?”
You bite down on your bottom lip, answering Jin’s question with a shy nod.
Hoseok descends the stage as the lights lower, and then the album intro is starting and there’s no more time for conversation. You watch from across the room as he drops down on the large built-in stairs next to Jungkook, who immediately wraps a supportive arm around his waist while Hoseok laughs like he’s embarrassed. You’ve always been in total awe of the way Hoseok can light up and command the energy of a room easily, then squirm away from it at the next second.
Jin gets waved over and gives you a small nod as he departs, and then you’re alone again with the champagne in your hand and the wall against your back and Hoseok’s music thrumming through your nervous system.
The album is nothing like you expected– you didn’t know what to expect, really– and you absolutely love it. You’ve always felt like you have a stupidly limited vocabulary when it comes to talking about music, particularly around Hoseok, but even you can manage to string together the thought that these songs are fucking special.
But then again, so is he.
In what feels like the blink of an eye Hoseok is taking the stage again to giggle through his thanks, bent slightly at the waist in overwhelmed appreciation, and then the pop playlist is switched back on and the lights are dimmed and you suddenly feel your palms start to slick up against your champagne flute.
You can’t help but wonder what the fuck you’re supposed to do now.
The obvious choice would be to finally go talk to Hoseok, but of course, he’s the man of the hour, so every other person in the room seems to have the same idea. You choose to hang back and watch as he weaves through the growing crowd, putting on a bored expression to pose for pictures, laughing excitedly as people shake his hand and speak to him in hushed tones, and flashing thumbs ups and peace signs left, right and center.
It looks exhausting, you think to yourself with a small smile. And this is why you’re not famous.
For the second time tonight someone manages to sneak up on you, and this time it’s accompanied with a gentle call of your name. You nearly drop your drink as you whip around.
When you find yourself face-to-face with Park Jimin, it takes a few seconds for you to remember how to close your mouth. What is going on?
“I thought that was you.”
You double-blink, unable to find any words at all. You have never met this man before in your life. Seen him dozens of times on your TV screen, sure, but certainly never formally introduced.
“I’m Jimin,” he says, and you have to swallow the urge to giggle in his face because, yeah, no shit.
“Hi, Jimin.”
“Hoseok is going to be excited that you’re here.” Jimin scrunches his face up a little, like he knows he shouldn’t be telling you this. “He kept asking me if I thought you would show or not. He really wouldn’t shut up about it.”
You find yourself stammering again, trying to figure out how the hell to respond. Why, out of everyone on the guest list, would Hoseok be concerned about you? And he’s talked to Jimin about you enough for him to know who you are, that he can recognize you on sight alone? Your head starts to spin, despite the fact that you’re only halfway through your glass of champagne.
“Since you don’t like parties,” Jimin says, like it’s common knowledge, as if it’s totally normal for this very busy and famous kpop idol to keep tabs on your socialization preferences.
You nod dumbly. “I, yeah. I’m just not very good at them.”
Jimin nods, pushing up the sleeves of his white Chanel sweater. “You just have to get comfortable with talking to people about boring shit. Did you try the food?”
You shake your head– the very thought is enough to make you feel a little sick. “I get, like, a nervous stomach?” You hate that it comes out like a question when it clearly isn’t.
“Aish, you and Hoseok are so alike,” Jimin rolls his eyes, hands on hips, but you can see he’s smiling a little. “I haven’t been able to get him to eat anything all day. And we ordered so much food, I don’t even know why. Like half the people in this room aren’t on fucking diets.”
“Jimin-ah!”
Both of your heads snap up at the sound of Namjoon’s voice from the other side of the room, distorted slightly by the thudding bass.
“Ahh, they’re doing pictures,” Jimin says with an exaggerated sigh, like it’s just so hard being desirable and photogenic. “Do you want to get a photo?”
You shake your head as emphatically as possible. “No, nope, absolutely not.”
Jimin pauses, squinting at you for a second in a way that makes you think that if you were closer friends, he’d be dragging you across the room regardless of your answer to the question. You watch as he clearly attempts to restrain himself.
“Well, don’t drink too much on an empty stomach, okay? I’ll make you a to-go plate of food before you leave.” He starts to walk backwards away from you, raising his voice a little so you can still hear him. “And please talk to Hoseokie when we’re done! Maybe then he’ll calm the fuck down!”
You can’t hide the smile that blooms across your face, and Jimin wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis before turning around and pressing his way through the crowd to the photo wall.
The members take turns passing Hoseok around, punctuated by the snap of the camera: pinching his cheeks, leaning into him, clinging to his shoulders, wrapping an arm around his neck. You laugh out loud when Taehyung hikes a leg up high on Hoseok’s hip and tips back, a hand draped across his forehead, eyes shut, so fucking dramatic.
Hoseok stares down the camera like a professional, only to immediately dissolve into giggles between shots, tongue poking out between his teeth like he can’t quite handle all the attention. It’s enough to have you nearly fighting for your life.
The members crowd in for a few group shots, posing cutely until Jimin finally waves everyone back off to the dancefloor. He keeps Hoseok behind with one hand gripping his bicep, and your heart drops into your stomach when Jimin leans in to whisper something in Hoseok’s ear.
Oh, fuck.
You try to calm yourself down, reasoning that he could be talking about any number of important things, but then Jimin pulls Hoseok’s sunglasses off his face, turns him unmistakably in your direction, and gives his shoulders a hard push. It’s clear Hoseok doesn’t quite know where he’s going as he stumbles forward and squints at the party lights, so you throw back the last of your champagne for some assistance, set the empty flute on a table, and force yourself to be brave.
You run your palms nervously over the sides of your dress, trying to focus on the feeling of smooth satin as you cross the room to meet him.
“Hobi.” His eyes find yours and you watch as his face, still in party mode— all perfect straight lines and severe grace and supermodel apathy— softens, brightens.
“Oh thank god, you made it,” Hoseok huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Come here.”
He pulls you in for a hug, not the lazy one-armed greetings you’ve seen celebrities give each other all night but a real, solid embrace, both arms crossed firmly over the small of your back. You press your nose into the crook of his neck, the thin fabric of his tank top brushing against your skin. Heat radiates off of him in waves, and he smells so good, like expensive cologne. It’s dizzying.
“Hi,” you murmur, and it’s punctuated with a soft giggle when you realize you’re speaking directly into his collarbone. You move to extract yourself, but his grip tightens.
“Five more seconds,” Hoseok says with another half-laugh, and you gladly allow yourself to melt back into his arms.
He sounds slightly hoarse, you notice, probably from talking all night. You think for easily the millionth time that you have no idea how he does it, but this moment of softness makes you wonder if being the life of the party is a little more difficult than he lets on.
Hoseok hums a little, and the feeling rumbles through your chest, buzzing all the way down to your fingertips like an electric current. When he finally releases you, it’s with a soft sigh, something that almost sounds like reluctance. Your heart backflips at the thought.
The lights flash waves of rainbow color over his face, each one painting his perfect features with a slightly different energy: pink, blue, orange, green. You momentarily forget how to talk, but Hoseok doesn’t miss a beat.
“Are you having fun?”
You nod as decisively as you can. “I’m just awkward, but that’s not your party’s fault.” He giggles, gaze flitting nervously around the room, as you continue. “Seriously, it’s a great party. And I’m not just saying that because you have free booze.”
“Did you want more?” He asks quickly, then seems to think better of it. “Or, well, how much have you had? Do you need water?”
You smile a little despite yourself. “I’m fine, Hobi, thank you. You have better things to do tonight than look after me because I nursed a single glass of champagne. And besides, Jimin already tried to mother hen me earlier.”
A look of serious anguish crosses Hoseok’s face, and he glances back over his shoulder, but Jimin has evaporated into the crowd of beautiful people. “God, I specifically told him to leave you alone.”
You shrug. “It’s not a big deal. He was sweet.”
Hoseok’s gaze lands back on you, and it feels like your chest lights up from the inside out. You almost can’t look directly at him– it’s not unlike staring into the sun. You blink up at him once, twice, more than dazed, and then he laughs again, nose scrunching slightly as if to cringe at himself.
“Agh, I feel awkward. I don’t know what to say.”
You’re smiling, too. “That’s okay,” you say, because it is. You’re perfectly content to just stand here with him, unconcerned with the chaos of the party around you.
“I’m really glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
“And– well, I guess you’ve never been here before, right? Can I give you a tour? I can take you downstairs and show you my studio.”
Your cheeks start to burn from all the questions, from how fixed his gaze is on you. It’s overwhelming. “Hobi, this is literally your party. You should stay here. I was doing fine holding up the wall over there.”
“Come on, I really want to. Please?” He leans in towards you slightly, glancing around as if to make sure he’s not being overheard. When he speaks into your ear, his voice drops to a lower register for privacy, and you can’t ignore the chills that dot up your spine. “I can’t talk to one more person that isn’t you right now.”
You nod, every nerve ending in your body now hyper-aware of how very close he is to you. “If you’re sure. I’d like that.”
“Thank you,” he says softly, and you breathe a soft giggle at how ridiculous it is that he’s the one thanking you at this moment. Before you even realize what he’s doing, his hand finds your hand, delicate fingers intertwining with yours. The skin of his palm is soft and warm. “Let’s go.” He chases the words with a gentle squeeze.
Hoseok leads you into the elevator and presses the button for a lower floor. You’re a little surprised when he slumps back against the wall with a heavy sigh as the doors close, still holding your hand.
“Oh, I’m tired.” He says quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself rather than to you. “It just hit me now. That was a lot.”
You squeeze his hand back, and his eyes flutter open to look at you. You press yourself up against the wall next to him. “You sound like me after any social event. And here I was thinking all night that you made it look so easy.”
Hoseok smiles. “I’m good at faking it. But I always collapse after stuff like this.” His eyes drift away from you and he stares into the empty space in front of him, his expression darkening slightly. “I just really hope they liked it. It’s so hard to tell what people think, or who’s only bullshitting you when they tell you it’s good. I’d rather they be honest with me.”
“Well, if it means anything, I loved it.” You say softly, your eyes searching his face. “And I’m not a bullshitter.”
Hoseok blinks, then nods once, his eyes not meeting yours. “You’re not. I appreciate that.”
The chime of the elevator seems to snap him somewhat out of his headspace, and he tugs on your joined hands to pull you through the doors as they slide open. “It’s just at the end of the hall.”
There’s something about Hoseok that comforts you all the way to your core, laps gently at the edges of your shyness until it recedes a bit. He just makes you feel like you can say anything without fear of judgment. Conversation comes easier with him, like this.
“How do you feel about it?”
“The album?” He asks.
You shrug. “Everything.”
“I’m very nervous,” Hoseok answers immediately with a bright peal of laughter, squeezing your hand again for emphasis. “I’m working really hard but… it all feels like uncharted territory. It’s so different to do it alone.”
His eyes jump from studio door to studio door as he leads you down the hallway. “I don’t know if people are going to like this side of me or the things I have to say. I don’t know if anyone will still care now that it’s just me. And ugh, I’m so unsure about the music festival. I’ve never done a whole show on my own before. I practice so much every day and I still don’t know if I can do it. Or if it will be any good.”
When he stops you outside of the final door at the end of the hallway, he seems to remember himself. “Wow, look at me. You were probably only being polite and I threw so much at you. This is just what goes around in my head. Every day and every night.”
“You sound stressed,” you say softly.
Hoseok purses his lips for a second. “I guess. I just really want to do well. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I would– what?”
It isn’t until he asks the question, regarding you with a confused expression, that you realize you’re shaking your head. The smile that has crept across your face is a mixture of disbelief and appreciation.
You chew on the corner of your lip, trying to figure out the best way to word it. “I just… I don’t want to dismiss your concerns, because I absolutely understand all of them. And I would be shitting a brick, no question. But you…” Hoseok’s eyes widen a little as you pause, drinking him in, the way concern tugs down the corners of his mouth. “You just have no idea. No idea what it’s like to watch you from out here. And I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”
He pauses as if to consider your words. “What do you see?”
You don’t even have to think about the answer. It feels as steady and honest as the beat of your heart behind your ribs. “I see a fucking star. I see somebody who was born to do exactly what he’s doing. And, I mean, I think being nervous is a good thing, and I don’t say this to try and invalidate how you’re feeling at all. But I don’t see any possible future where you don’t succeed, Hoseok. It’s just... not an option. You’re going to get up there and kill it, I know you are. Because it’s you.”
Hoseok’s hand slips out of yours, and you can feel the warmth of his palms as he presses them to your waist to pull you close. Anticipation sparks through you. His eyes search yours intently, like he’s looking for something. “You really feel that way?”
“Completely. There’s no doubt in my mind.” Your gaze drops to his mouth, the way his full lips are parted slightly, and it occurs to you that maybe you’re talking about more than one thing now. “It feels predestined, to me… I don’t know. Inevitable.”
Hoseok makes a soft noise as he continues to close the distance between you. “Inevitable?” You tilt your chin up towards him, every cell in your body humming. “Like this?”
The way he kisses you is so gentle and sweet, you swear your heart leaps into your throat. You allow a second, maybe two, to move your mouth against his and get lost in it, and then you force yourself to break away, your mind reeling.
“I’m sorry,” he says automatically. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“Hoseok,” you murmur, eyes squeezing shut as you attempt to navigate the discomfort of being vulnerable. “I– you should know that I really, really like you.”
“Really?”
The shock in his voice makes your eyes snap open again, and you can’t help but make a face of utter disbelief. “I thought it was obvious.”
“Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t realize how other people see me. You’re actually very hard to read.” Hoseok slips one hand off of your waist to push down on the door handle behind you, then gestures for you to step through. He keeps talking as he follows in after you, letting the door shut behind him. “I second-guess myself all the time with you. Jimin is so fucking tired of hearing about it.”
“Wow,” you say dumbly. “I had no idea.”
“You didn’t even text me back about tonight! I had no idea if you were coming.”
You start to laugh as the realization washes over you: you’d been so busy sighing forlornly and stressing about what to wear, you’d forgotten to actually reply to his messages.
“Okay, this time was actually an accident. But…” You sweep your gaze over his studio, trying to think. “I don’t know, I just always feel like I’m bothering you. Your life is so big and important. Even now: you should be upstairs being the star of your own party. Not down here with me.”
Hoseok shakes his head immediately. “I don’t want to talk to anyone up there the way I want to talk to you. I was such a wreck today when you didn’t answer.”
You can’t believe what he’s saying, even as he takes a step in towards you, his mouth invitingly close to yours again. “Why? I am quite literally the least important person on the guestlist.”
“Because,” Hoseok pauses for a second, then sighs. “I like you, and I was scared that you’d decided not to come, when I…” He’s practically grinning, and the tell of his scrunched up nose makes you realize– he’s embarrassed. “I threw this whole party just to have an excuse to see you.”
Your jaw drops open. “You what?”
“Please don’t make me say it again.”
“Hobi.” You both start to laugh as you stare in disbelief, trying to process the most ridiculous statement you’ve ever heard in your life. “You could have just called me.”
“I tend to overthink these things.”
He’s close enough that you barely have to move to slide your hands up his chest and grip the lapels of his white button-down.
“I think I can help with that,” you murmur, and then you tug him back down into a kiss that makes your head spin.
The sweet nervousness of your first kiss has been replaced with urgency now, Hoseok’s mouth moving over yours like he’s hungry for it. You tug gently on your fistfuls of his shirt to move him towards you, stumbling backwards until you find purchase against the door of the studio.
Hoseok moves skillfully, tongue licking into your mouth while one of his strong thighs shifts to tease your legs apart and press between them. The quick succession of the two is enough to make your breath hitch, and it seems to encourage him more. The rough denim of his jeans grinds into your center, and your already-short dress has ridden up enough that the pressure drags hot sparks right over your core.
Your jaw goes slack as your focus slips, and you tip your head back against the door with a soft whine, circling your hips for more friction. “Fuck, Hoseok.”
His lips drop down to the exposed skin of your neck. The warmth of his mouth has your back arching, your nipples rubbed into stiff peaks under the thin fabric you couldn’t wear a bra with.
“You look so fucking good tonight,” Hoseok groans. “Driving me crazy in this little dress.”
There’s the soft brush of a hand on your thigh, and he teases the hem of your dress up higher and higher as your hips keep moving; his tongue darts out to lick a languid stripe over your collarbone. His other hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast over satin, deftly rolling the bud of your nipple between his long fingers, pinching with just enough pressure to coax a moan out of you.
“I like the sounds you make. Don’t want you to be shy with me.” Hoseok murmurs over your skin before he starts to suck deliberately at your neck, right on your pulse point. You couldn’t stifle the sound his mouth pulls from you even if you wanted to.
With all your attention drawn to grinding your clit against his leg and the warmth of his palm cupping your breast, your grip on the fabric of his shirt has loosened. Moving in a haze of pleasure, your hands fumble at his denim jacket, attempting to push it down his shoulders. Hoseok pulls back slightly when he realizes what you’re doing, though his fingers still lazily squeeze at your nipple.
“Let me just– hang on–” Hoseok untangles himself from you entirely with a sheepish grin, and you take the moment to collect yourself, your chest heaving in shallow breaths. You can feel the way your panties are soaked through as you press your thighs together, desperate for continued friction.
He’s moving quickly as he slips out of his oversized jacket and button down beneath it. You can clearly see the wheels in his head turning as he lays the pieces over the back of his desk chair, then immediately scrunches his face up as if to think better of it.
“Agh, sorry, sorry, one second–” Hoseok shakes out the jacket, then the shirt, folding both in quick yet precise succession before stacking the neat rectangles together and gently setting them on the small couch next to his desk.
Even in the dim studio lighting you can see his face is flushed pink with embarrassment as he returns to press you back against the door.
“I just– I don’t want wrinkles,” he says softly, and you’re very grateful that you no longer have to suppress the urge to take his face in your hands and kiss him.
“I like you so much,” you giggle into his mouth, and it’s punctuated with a squeak when his hands slide down to firmly grab your ass. The fabric of your dress is so thin that it hardly feels like it’s there at all.
Hoseok must have the same thought, because he releases his grip only for as long as it takes to push the skirt of your dress up over your ass; now there’s nothing separating his fingers from your skin when he squeezes you again.
“Like you,” he agrees, his voice husky. “Want to taste you.” Your core aches for his touch, clenches around nothing when he releases his grip and cracks a hand over the soft flesh of your asscheek.
“Please, Hobi.”
You find his mouth with yours again for a needy taste of a kiss, tongues sliding together. Your arms wrap around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.
In one swift move he presses you flush against the door, and his hands slip to hitch your legs over his waist before moving back to your ass, hoisting your hips up to properly straddle him. You whimper at the grind of his erection through his jeans, right over your rubbed-sensitive center, and at the thought that he could fuck you just like this, up against this door.
Hoseok’s mouth doesn’t leave yours as he turns and carries you the short distance across the room, hands sliding to your hips so he can set you down on the desk. His lips are full and kiss-bitten red when he pulls back to look at you, pupils blown dark with lust.
“Sure this is okay?”
You meet his gaze, reaching up to dust strands of hair out of his eyes. His mouth chases the heel of your hand so he can press those soft lips into the center of your palm, chaste and sweet.
“It’s so much more than okay,” you murmur.
He’s smiling as he leans forward for another kiss, only pulling back to press his forehead to yours once you’re both breathless. “I have wanted to do this for so fucking long. You have no idea.”
His hands hook under the backs of your thighs to scoot you gently forward until you’re perched at the very edge of his desk, and then he sinks to his knees. Your legs that were slipped around his waist find new purchase thrown over his shoulders and you tense a little when your high heels scrape over his back.
“I can take these off,” you start, but he’s already shaking his head as his palms encourage your thighs apart.
“I like it.”
You’re nearly gasping for breath with anticipation as his long fingers slip under the band of your panties and you lift your hips up so he can pull them down. You manage to extract one leg to drape back over his shoulders, leaving the lacy fabric to dangle off the other as you open up for him.
Hoseok’s thumbs press to either side of your pussy, gently spreading your lips apart to admire how soaked you already are. Anyone else examining you like this would have you squirming away self-consciously, but there’s just something about Hoseok that’s different. You want him to know every part of you fully, intimately.
“God, you are so gorgeous.” His breath is hot over your skin, makes your cunt tighten needily as if to beckon him closer.
You lean back to brace your forearms on the desk behind you and Hoseok’s gaze jumps up to meet yours. He doesn’t drop eye contact as he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to your slit, both of you groaning at the contact.
His mouth moves just as it did against yours, and you let your eyes flutter closed as pleasure sears through you like a hot knife. Hoseok grunts a little, low in his throat when he adds tongue to his kisses, licking softly but deliberately to part your slick folds.
“Hobi,” you whine, rolling your hips up into him as he starts to apply more pressure with his tongue. “Fuck, ah, feels so good.”
Hoseok pulls off of you with a throaty gasp, like maybe he was so focused on eating you out that he didn’t quite remember to keep breathing. When you look down at him, his lips are wet and glossy, spread in a wide smile. “You taste so fucking good.”
You don’t even have time to ask for more before he’s hooking his biceps around your thighs and tugging your hips towards him, pulling you even closer to bury his face between your legs. This time he licks a stripe straight up to your swollen clit, pulling the bud into his mouth to suck on.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, digging your nails into the desk beneath you as sparks shoot through you and your clit twitches in his mouth.
Hoseok hums steadily around you, as if to once again encourage you to be vocal. He starts to nod his head as he sucks, his nose pressed flush against your pubic bone. Your hips fall in time with his rhythm, grinding back down on him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimper. “Shit, Hobi.” Your voice catches on a dazed, disbelieving laugh. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
He doesn’t let up, squeezing his grip on your thighs that much tighter when you start to quiver beneath him. Your arousal coils tight and hot in your core as he works more not-so-shy noises out of you, breathy moans, needy whines.
You cling desperately to the edge of his desk, teetering equally on the edge of your own release. The wet slick wash of his tongue is lush, decadent, lapping at your clit between pulses of suction, and it’s all too fucking much.
“Yes, Hoseok, fuck!”
You cry out, your heels digging into the hard plane of Hoseok’s back as he works an intense, shuddering orgasm out of you. Your cunt throbs over and over as you come, a rush of arousal painting the crux of your thighs.
When you catch your breath it’s in uneven, shaky gasps, and the movement of your hips sharpens into jolts as you become hypersensitive to Hoseok’s mouth. He releases you almost reluctantly, still hovering close, continuing to dart his tongue out to gently lick up your folds.
“I don’t want to stop,” he says with a shy, blossoming laugh, the light catching the shine of his lips and chin when he glances up at you.
You’re dazed, beyond blissed out, unable to believe that any of this is real. You like him so much.
“Can I keep going?”
Just that sentence is enough to make you tighten all over again with anticipation. “I–” you laugh a little too despite yourself. “I want that. But I think my clit needs a second.”
Hoseok’s touch is featherlight as he circles a digit lower, over your entrance, as if to ask permission. “What about here?” Your pussy lips twitch even under so gentle a touch, but you ache for more; you like that it’s overwhelming.
“Yeah, yes. There, please, fuck,” you babble. He’s added a second finger to tease now, and you whimper when they finally press together into your sensitive cunt.
Hoseok is watching his fingers intently, and you can hear the way your pussy squelches as he pumps them slowly, can feel the tremors of your orgasm still shuddering through you, causing slick to drip from your center. You can only imagine what his view must be like, how you must look: dripping, needy, trembling for him, fingers gripping the desk and head lolling back.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low and soft, and then he dips his head down to lap below your entrance, tasting the juices that have leaked out of you. He pulls back to smack his other hand over your whole cunt, light enough that you barely feel the tap, but just the visual of it makes you squirm beneath him.
“So cute,” he smiles. His fingers rub circles into your front wall, becoming more insistent, and you breathe in shaky waves as you start to grip tightly around him.
“Hoseok,” you breathe, letting your eyes drop closed. Arousal blossoms through you like a heavy weight, your second climax already building, when you feel his other hand cup the join of your ass and thigh.
A soft whimper spills out of you as Hoseok starts to massage below your entrance, thumb working at a new bundle of nerves, like nothing you’ve ever felt. It’s pleasure that makes you hot all over, makes the muscles in your legs shiver and tense when it’s paired with the crook of his fingers still working your pussy.
“Fuck,” you pant, “Hobi, what are– that feels so–” You’re starting to lose a grip on your words, sentences going incoherent as your head spins. It’s hard to think over all the sensation, the way your body is lit up like a live wire, and the sound of your cunt gushing around him as he fucks into your g-spot.
“Has anyone touched you here before?” He asks softly, thumb tapping at the thin bridge of skin between your pussy and your ass. His head dips down for a chaste kiss there, then a second, adding a languid lap of tongue.
“N-no,” you whimper, toes curling in your shoes as he continues to drag his tongue over this delicate, sensitive place. “Keep going.”
Hoseok pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting him to you, and he lets it loose with a swipe of his hand over his mouth. His fingers slip out of you as he pairs a question with a smile. “Turn over for me?”
Your legs would be shaking even if you weren’t in fancy party heels, and you do your best to be graceful as you unsteadily spin, one arm keeping the fabric of your dress hiked up over your hips.
“Brace yourself on the desk,” Hoseok instructs, and you do, leaning forward until your stomach and forearms are flush with the wood, your bare ass hanging off the desk, presented for him. You spread your legs apart again and can feel the way your pussy drools arousal down your thighs. “That’s it,” he coaxes.
His fingers massage firmly into the flesh of your asscheeks, and your back arches up as you groan at the feeling. He spreads you just a little, enough for cool air to tease at your slick center; your hips wiggle towards him on instinct.
“Pretty back here, too,” he murmurs. “Tell me how it feels, okay? Won’t do it if you don’t like it.”
You clench for him in both places, even your fists grip tight in the fabric of your dress. “I’ll like it. Please, baby.”
“Baby,” Hoseok repeats back with a shy exhale. “I like that. I like you.” He leaves a sweet kiss pressed halfway up your thigh.
“Hobi–” you choke out a whine of his name as his breath ghosts over you, hands still firmly keeping you spread. His tongue returns to your perineum again, licking a hot, slow stripe that keeps moving up, up, until you feel the tease of warmth and wetness over your ass. “Oh, fuck.”
You’re so sensitive here, just the lightest drag of his tongue over your rim makes you moan, feet kicking listlessly as pleasure shudders through you.
“It’s good–” you manage to whimper, voice muffled slightly as your forehead drops against the desk, too, your whole body pinned down by his mouth. “–ngh, really good, Hobi.” Your cunt throbs when he does it again, as he falls into a consistent pace of long, steady laps that set off fireworks behind your eyes.
The ache in your core begs for touch, friction, and you oblige needily, tucking a hand under the weight of your hips pressed into the desk, a sweat-slicked palm for your mouth-wet clit.
Hoseok doesn’t miss a thing. It’s only for a second that he pulls off of you, but you whine at the loss of his tongue, sated slightly by the gentle brush of his lips over the small of your back. “Gonna get yourself off while I eat you out?”
You grind a circle down with your hips, hissing at the white-hot pulse against your hand. “Yes, baby, please.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement to dive back in, fingers gripping harder to spread you and tongue licking deliberately, tracing patterns that work more arousal out of your pussy. You’re unraveling fast from humping against your palm, hips jolting forward to make your clit twitch and backwards to press towards Hoseok’s mouth.
You’re already wound so tight that you’re too desperate for words, reduced instead to little breathless gasps– “ah, ahh”– as you speed up the rub of your hand, your hips. Hoseok’s tongue never falters, firm pressure laved over and over your sensitive, flexing ass.
With a soft hum of effort, you feel him press a little harder, tongue barely dipping in past your tight ring of muscle, and the sweet stretch of it is the final push you need.
You roll your clit just right over your palm a final time and then you’re shaking and moaning as everything starts to pulse. The all-over clench pushes a fresh wave of fluid from your cunt, rolling down the backs of your thighs, fat droplets of arousal that Hoseok chases with sloppy kisses as the waves of your orgasm shudder through you.
It takes a moment before you can say anything, do anything, limbs too heavy and brain too fucked-out dumb. You do your best to slide gracefully off the desk, but your legs shake with aftershocks that betray you, and you stumble.
Hoseok is quick to wrap his arms around you and guide your hips down to the floor next to him. You collapse in a heap of giggles, him tangled over your waist, the skirt of your dress still pushed up, your bare ass on his studio carpet.
“Are you okay?” Hoseok laughs, and you bury your face in the fabric of his tank top as an answer, not convinced your coherency has returned to you yet.
“Too good,” you murmur, words slurring. “Fucked me too good.”
“You’re so hot.” You can tell he’s blushing just by the tone of his voice, and you start to come to a little, slow-blinking back to reality and rolling over to look up at him. His dark eyes shine as he smiles. You don’t want to come all the way down from this dazed, happy place yet, you realize, and you curl a finger into the loop of his jeans, tugging him closer.
“My turn.” Your hands start to fumble to undo his belt buckle. His jeans are oversized, but not enough to obscure the print of his hard cock pressed against his thigh.
“Let me take you home,” he says softly, running a fingertip along your jaw. “This should be– I want you to be comfortable. I want it to feel good.”
“It all feels good,” you say earnestly, sitting up to tug at the button of his jeans, undeterred. “And you can take me home. But you’ve been so good to me, Hobi.” You manage to work his fly open, and you lift your gaze to meet him. “Let me be good to you.”
You resume your work, wriggling Hoseok’s jeans down his thighs until his hands cover yours and he takes over, stripping himself of his shoes as well. He reaches back between his shoulder blades to pull his tank top over his head, and your eyes sweep over his body, taking in his lithe figure and smooth, hard muscles. You trail the tips of your fingers down the defined lines of his chest.
“Fuck,” Hoseok starts to smile self-consciously, one hand drifting over his dick straining against tight black briefs with a slightly darker spot in the center where he’s left a kiss of precum on the fabric. “I don’t have any condoms here.”
You sit up on your knees in front of him, considering this. “Use my mouth.” The high of your orgasm has subsided enough now that you’re not quite shameless anymore, and heat blooms in your face as you continue. “Like, fuck my throat.”
He tries and fails to suppress a groan, and his delicate hands reach to cup either side of your face, thumbs rubbing circles into the hinge of your jaw. “You–” he laughs softly. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“I mean it,” you say simply.
“But you really want to?”
You nod, half play-acting your shyness now, letting your lashes flutter as you blink up at him. “I’ve done it before. I like it.”
“Fuck,” Hoseok breathes. “I want to do everything you like.”
“Please?” You ask sweetly, and Hoseok is already getting to his feet, one hand still cupping your jaw.
“Pretty,” he murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “So pretty when you beg to suck my cock.” You’re smiling, your fingers slipping under his waistband to slide his briefs down his legs.
“Take your dress off, baby,” Hoseok instructs as he steps back to finish pulling off his underwear. “Don’t wanna ruin it.”
You do as you’re told, staying on your knees to pull it over your head, your heart squeezing again when he takes it from you and treats it as gently as his own clothes. It’s oddly domestic to watch him fold the smooth fabric with shaking hands, naked except for his jewelry, his hard dick leaking against his stomach.
When he turns back to you, you take the opportunity to properly admire him. His cock is as flushed and gorgeous as the rest of him, thick and dripping wet from his tip. You duck down to press a kiss to the sensitive spot under his head, then slide your lips up to gloss over his slit, slicking your mouth with his precum.
You look up at him, hands gripping the backs of his thighs; Hoseok’s eyelids are heavy with lust as he watches you work, tongue toying at the corner of his mouth. He groans a little as you pop just the head into your mouth and swirl your tongue over it, tasting the salt of him.
His hand slides to the back of your head, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, and his adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows.
“Tap my foot if you need to stop.” Hoseok’s voice is quiet but firm, and his socked toes wiggle, brushing against your knee pressed into the carpet. “Okay?”
You hum your acknowledgement and maintain eye contact as he holds you still and slides his cock into your mouth. He starts off at a gentle pace, and you hollow your cheeks around him, pressing your tongue flat so it drags over his shaft as he starts to pump in and out of you.
As much as you want him in control, there’s a part of you that can’t help yourself– you lean forward, eyes fluttering closed, wanting to prove to him how much you can take. The head of his cock starts to stretch down your throat and you focus on breathing steady through your nose, your muscles jumping around him in a half-swallow.
“Fuck,” Hoseok groans, his voice dark and rough-edged. You can feel drool starting to leak out of your mouth, and the mess just makes it better. “You take it so well.”
His hips keep rolling, withdrawing his cock into the heat of your mouth only to push it back down the tight clutch of your throat. It gets easier as he starts to move faster, the weight of him pressing bright on your gag reflex in shorter and shorter bursts. It’s just enough to make tears well up in your eyes. They eventually spill over, staining your cheeks until your face is slick and wet, like the sounds of him hitting the back of your throat, all of it obscene and hot.
The hand in your hair tightens as he pulls you all the way down on his shaft until your nose is flush with his abdomen and your throat bulges, filled with him. He holds you there, eyes roaming hungrily over your face.
“You look so sweet with my cock down your throat, baby.”
The hum of agreement you try makes you gag a little, and he quickly releases, pulling out to let you gasp for air. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you smile up at him, dazed, and catch your breath.
“Was that too much?” His brows pinch together slightly with concern. You wipe a hand over your nose and shake your head.
“I want more, Hobi,” you purr, moving your face back towards his dick. You lean forward to lazily drag your tongue up his shaft for emphasis. “Want you to come on my face,” you admit as you fix your gaze on him.
You swear you feel his knees almost buckle when you take him in your mouth again.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Hoseok practically growls, hand returning to the nape of your neck. He pushes himself back down your throat and starts to pick up the pace. You want him all and take it easily now, drool slicking your neck and chest when you swallow around his length.
“Oh my god,” he gasps, and you can feel his cock twitch on your tongue as he fucks roughly into your mouth, chasing his orgasm. “Oh my god.”
Hoseok’s grip on your hair goes slack and he pulls out, hand pumping fast over his drool-glossed cock. He tips his head back, exposing the column of his throat with a heady whine when he starts to come. You’re up on your knees and ready for it, nose bumping his fist, face presented for him to paint. Warm spurts of cum hit your cheeks, tongue, lips, and you giggle a little as you try to hold still, as he makes another throaty grunt of effort and release.
“Shit,” he hisses as the movements of his hand slow, as he works out the last of it, stray drips already trailing down your neck, between the valley of your breasts. “Fuuuck.” His breathing is ragged, and you press a wet kiss to the tip of his dick as he recovers.
He’s clearly already focused on the mess he’s made of you, spinning in a dazed semi-circle before reaching to grab a box of tissues off of the desk. His bare knees thud on the carpet as he sinks down next to you.
You’re surprised when he leans in to kiss you, humming softly against your mouth, tongue even darting out to lick at the cum that drips off your lips. You smile into it, teeth gently grazing over his bottom lip.
“Hi,” he huffs a laugh as he leans back. “Was that okay? Not too much?”
You shake your head. “I liked it,” you say again, though your voice comes out a little hoarse. “Wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t. I like you. I–” your breath hitches slightly with nerves, and it’s funny to you, that it’s easy to ask him to fuck your throat, but hard to talk about the bigger feelings underneath. It’s more intimate, somehow, to be earnest. “You always worry so much about everyone else. I just want to take care of you.”
“You can.” Hoseok’s voice is gentle and warm. “We both can.” He pulls a tissue loose from the box, hovering close to you. “Let me clean you up.”
You’re too blissed out to stop yourself from giggling. “You have a whole party to get back to.” You nod dumbly at the verity of your own statement as he uses tissues to wipe cum and drool off your face, tear stains and smudged makeup from your cheeks.
“This,” he swipes a thumb down over your bottom lip, chases it with another quick kiss, “was so much better than a fucking party.” He adds the last of the dampened tissues to the small pile he’s made on the floor, tilting your jaw with his hand to inspect his work, to ensure perfection as he does with everything. “But I probably don’t have much longer before people start looking for me.”
“You should go,” you say quietly, trying to ignore the drop in your stomach.
His hand slips into yours for the second time tonight. “Will you come with me? I know it’s not really your thing.”
You falter momentarily– not because you don’t want to, but you can’t shake your own self-consciousness, this sense that you don’t belong here, rubbing elbows with all these famous people. But it’s hard to feel like any of that matters with the way Hoseok is looking at you, the soft turn of his lips in a barely-there smile.
“Are you sure?”
“Very.” He gives your hand an affirming squeeze. “Do I need to remind you that this entire party is literally for you?”
You shake your head, rolling your eyes at his antics despite the laugh that bubbles up in your throat. “I still can’t believe you. What is this, The Great Gatsby?”
His laugh is high and sweet, hand untangling from yours to wrap both arms around your waist, and he pulls you into his chest, bare skin on bare skin, hearts beating together. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes, Hobi,” you relent. “I’ll go back with you. Besides, Jimin promised to feed me.”
You can feel Hoseok’s smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Come on, then. I promise it’ll be fun. If we get Jungkook drunk enough he’ll probably start dancing on the stage.”
"Where's y/n?" Hoseok asks over the loud music as he takes a glass from the server offering everyone drinks.
Everyone's gathered for the pre-release party Hoseok's hosting. It's barely kicking off and the crowd is getting more and more wilder. Hoseok had gone to talk with his band mates when he noticed something off. You weren't there, and wherever Namjoon went you did too. It was strange.
"That's what I said." Seokjin pipes up as he takes a sip from his drink, "Is she coming later?"
"Nah." Namjoon checks his phone for any messages from you, "I left her at home because she wasn't feeling too good. Probably a stomach bug or something." He shrugs it off like nothing.
Hoseok makes a noise of agreement, "She probably been hanging out with Yoongi too much." He jokes softly, "Yoongi got a fever and couldn't make it either."
Namjoon's phone lights up and he excuses himself to take the call some place else where it isn't loud. "Hello? Baby?" He says as he ducks into the nearest hallway.
"Just calling to remind you to take it easy on the drinking. Oh and I sent a gift for Hoseok in the trunk of the car."
"I know, I know," he leans against the wall with a soft chuckle, "you feeling any better?" He smirks.
".... You're a jerk. Can't believe you," you laugh on the other side of the line, "you knew I was looking forward to Hobi's party."
Namjoon bursts out laughing as he looks behind him to see if anyone's in the hallway with him, "Nahh you were the one begging for more baby, you dug your own grave now lie in it." He lazily drawls out.
"Ugh whatever, have fun baby I'll see you when you come home. Stay safe."
"Alright, bye baby." Namjoon smiles as he hangs up and heads back. "Sorry, it was y/n. She sent a gift for you, it's in the trunk of the car you wanna come with?"
Hoseok smiles apologetically at Namjoon, "Yeah," he pats him on the shoulder and walks with the younger, "hope she feels better soon Joon."
"Nah she'll be okay Seok, she's bummed out she couldn't make it. She was looking forward to this for a week." Namjoon wraps a arm around Hoseok's shoulder as they walk out of the party together. "Told me to tell you she loves you."
"You ass," Hoseok laughs, "how the hell did you get so lucky with such a sweetheart like her? What am I doing wrong?"
Namjoon shrugs as he presses the button to the elevators, "You can start off with the shoes," he snickers, "have you been hanging out with Jungkook too much? Shit looks like you're getting ready to walk through snow or some shit."
"Fuck you." Hoseok laughs as he steps into the elevator, "They suit my outfit, you're just jealous."
"Yeah, pass on them stompers." Namjoon rolls his eyes and presses the garage.
Before the doors close Jungkook's tattooed hand comes into view as he steps in, panting like he just ran (most likely did) all the way there. Hoseok and Namjoon look at him crazy and shake their heads because that's Jungkook for you.
"I was alone," Jungkook says, "Min with his friend and Tae's talking to someone else too. Where are you guys going?"
"y/n sent a gift for me, it's in her car and Namjoon invited me to come get it with him." Hoseok says as he eyes Jungkook, "Don't drink too much if you're driving later." He warns.
They talk some more in the elevator and make their way into the garage where Namjoon parked the car. "Tell her I said thank you once again, I'll take something to your house later." Hoseok softly says as he watches Namjoon open the trunk.
"It's no big deal Hobi, you already know how she is." Namjoon smiles back and lets Hoseok look at his gift.
"I want a gift from y/n too," Jungkook whines as he stares at the big box with a black and white bow wrapping around it, " 's not fair. You get to have her all day let me hang out with her for a day."
Namjoon snorts, "What are you five?" He says as he shakes his head and leans back against the car. "Nobody, not even you Jungkook, can have my sweetheart."
Hoseok laughs, "Look at you all whipped and shit, you really lucked out with her. You got stuck with an angel." He teases as he opens his box, Jungkook cooing in amazement as he leans close to get a view at the present.
Namjoon chuckles to himself under his breath as he looks to the side, "Yeah, angel." He smirks.
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"Mmm," your body shudders in delight when Namjoon bottoms out in one go.
You feel stuffed, your cunt is full of Namjoon's cock and slick dribbles down the sides and down your inner thighs. Namjoon has your thighs pinned back on your body as your knees bend and feet dangle in the air. He's watching the way his cock looks every time he bottoms out balls deep.
"You like that baby?" He mumbles in that deep voice of his, "Slutty pussy stuffed with my cock?" To emphasize his words he snaps his hips upward in a deep body roll that leaves your mouth watering.
You nod slowly, "Mm-hm," it comes out a little high-pitched as you reach down to stroke over your swollen clit, "can feel you so deep inside me baby.. want you to stuff me full of your cum."
Namjoon grunts softly and leans down to press gentle little kisses on your lips. "Yeah?" He whispers softly as he stares into your eyes, "What else baby? C'mon, talk to me."
You're a little shy when he stares at you like that but a sudden rush of boldness courses through you. "Sometimes–ahhn–I think about how it would feel like if you choked me," you softly admit as more moans poured from your lips, "wanna feel your big hands wrap around me and–mmm..!–squeeze." You arch your back when his cockhead brushes against your g-spot.
Namjoon's eyes darken at the words, never in a million years did he think a sweet thing like you would want him to do nasty things like this. He sets his hands on the curve of your hips and thrusts a little more forcefully, "Baby wants to get choked?" He licks his lips, "What else? Tell me everything your filthy little mind thinks of."
He fucks you faster, building rhythm as his thighs smack into your ass. "Call me your dirty slut, want you to tell me how filthy I am.." you whimper as your tits bounce in tandem with his thrusts, "spit in my mouth and call me your good girl."
Namjoon growls lowly, "Fuck.." he closes his eyes and shudders at the mere thought of fucking you like that.
You don't stop there, "Slap me Joonie, I'm all yours." You say as you pout a little and reach for his hand that is on your hip, "All yours.." you mumble and take his finger into your mouth as you suck on the digit.
He completely switches, forgetting he was just trying to hear you dirty talk. He yanks his hand away and grabs your chin roughly as he plows into you at a punishing pace, "Here I thought you were my sweet girl, turns out you’re nothing but a little whore who wants to be slapped around like one. Is that what you want baby? You want me to slap you around and spit on you like the useless cumdump you are?”
You cry out from the way his hips slap into yours, the pleasure hits you hard and it leaves you boneless on the bed. “Y..es..!”
“I can’t hear you.” Namjoon growls and lightly slaps your chin a couple times.
“Yes!” You whine and arch your back.
Namjoon suddenly pulls out as he flips you on to your front. He twists his hand in your hair and yanks it back with a strong grip. One that makes you ache pleasantly. “Lucky this pussy is so good to me, you’re nothing but a fleshlight to use. I have no need for you apart from that,” he says as he slips back and thrusts harshly. “wonder how people would react if they knew the world’s so called sweetheart liked it sloppy and nasty? I wouldn’t put it past me you if you wanted a whole audience to come and see the kind of person you are.”
He emphasizes “kind of person you are” with a set of hard thrusts that send you rocking front to back on his cock. “This what you wanted?” He rasps out.
You can’t answer, only garbled moans and whines escape your lips as you drool. “Open up,” he speaks up as he pushes two fingers past your lips.
You’re too fucked out to comprehend, eyes slipping shut as your eyes water. You choke around his fingers and reach up to grip his wrist as spit and drool runs down your chin. Muffled whimpers and moans fill the room along with sloppy slurping noises. Namjoon’s enjoying this a little too much.
“That’s right baby, get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He whispers as he rolls his hips. He’s not going to lie, this little power play you guys got going on is making his cock twitch with interest. He can feel his stomach coil in pleasure as he gets close to his orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Namjoon’s hips stutter and he presses deep against the curve of your soft plush ass.
His fingers slip out of your mouth and you gasp in relief. You clench tightly around his cock, causing him to cry out as his hands grip your waist tightly. “C-Cum… in me.” You whimper out and rock your hips back on to his.
Namjoon steadies you as he fucks into your sopping pussy a couple more times before he cums hard. His cock throbs deep inside of you, a long groan leaving his lips as he relaxes and loosens his hold on you. You reach below to rub your clit slowly and inch towards your sweet orgasm. It comes in slow waves, your body shudders as you close your eyes and quietly moan into the pillow.
You both stay like that for a bit, harsh panting and soft mumbles filling the room as the high comes down. You didn’t think he had it in him to be this degrading..
“Can’t walk.” You mumble.
“I can see that.” Namjoon grunts as he pats your ass, “Shit I gotta get ready.” He says when he sees the time on the clock. He knows for sure you aren’t going, by the looks of it you looked like you got the train ran on you.
⏤ genre: history student!oc, art student!jungkook, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: swearing, mention of arguments, nervousness, broken relationship, heartbroken oc, communication issues, teasing, sexual tension, mention of sex, oc gets rejected, mention of breakups, crying, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, pet names, a lot of making out, oral (f & m receiving), praising, pet names, spitting, nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and multiple orgasms
⏤ words: 13,079
⏤ summary: jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you’re far from being like any of his previous hookups. you’re not single. you’re actually in a very long-term relationship with baekhyun, the man you consider the love of your life. but it’s for sure something that won’t stop jungkook. he wants you, and he’s going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.
⏤ author’s note: the fic is finally here! i genuinely want to thank you all for your love on the teaser, i’m still in complete shock for all the love you’ve given me just with a teaser. i was really excited to finally post this fic but i’m at the same time a bit heartbroken i won’t work on it anymore. but, i’m probably going to release some other parts, it still needs to be confirmed! all i hope in the end is that you enjoy this fic & thanks a lot for everything ❤️
➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.
➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader
➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp
➵ a/n: HELLOO THIS FIC IS FINALLY HERE!! thank you endlessly to everyone who’s patiently waited and shown support for this before it was even written, i hope it reads well!! 🥺 a million thank you’s to my wife @amourtae for beta-ing!! your feedback is always appreciated <3
That boy. Never met anyone as prone to disaster as he is while being so damned smart, except maybe that roommate of his. The two of them could probably cure cancer if they wanted to, but you leave them alone for more than a few seconds and you’re liable to come back to disaster. Jiminie did say they’ve been acting a little different, though, maybe they finally wised up and made things official instead of just humping like bunnies around that apartment of theirs. Oh, am I not supposed to say that?
pairing } namjoon x reader
word count } 10.3k { also on ao3
genre } Fluff, Smut, the smallest possible dash of angst; FWB au, Roommates au, coworkers au, slight idiots to lovers but like. lowkey.
warnings } smut, the most smut, all the smut. Namjoon In Glasses bc that deserves its own tag. there’s multiple smutty parts, several less explicit and then one very very super explicit so for those: oral female, oral male, fingering, deepthroating, protected sex, unprotected sex, mention of semi-public sex, mentions of a sir kink, some very accidental cum eating that is hilarious and disgusting all at once. Namjoon and Slick are both complete and utter idiots, like it’s genuinely a miracle that they’ve lived this long, especially when paired together.
{ The Snowball Effect Collab Masterlist }
a/n } hello it is i with yet another fic. it’s done. i. have a lot of emotions bUT that’s neither here nor there. This is part of The Snowball Effect collab, and while it can be read as a standalone, all the fics end in the same spot and there are so many crossovers that it legitimately hurts to think about for too long, so for the best and funniest and fluffiest experience, we recommend that you read all of them in order!! Special shoutout to ashley, kristi, and ryn (@taehyungforreal, @stutterfly, and @fortunexkookie, respectively) for letting me part of this wonderful adventure. i’m more honored than i could ever say with words, and i’m grateful every day that i got the chance to work with all of you on this absolutely phenomenal collab. for those of you who are just now seeing this, i implore you to read the others, as they are literal light years better than this, and i could not possibly live up to the absolute beauty of the other authors in this collab, but i still hope you enjoy my shiny garbage child aka this fic.
The first time you ever saw Kim Namjoon was on your very first day at the lab where you both work. You won’t ever forget it, not because he’s the walking embodiment of beauty nor because he’s the most intelligent person you’ve ever met besides yourself. No, that day stays firmly implanted in your memory because that was the day the two of you nearly got fired for setting the building on fire.
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst, boxer au, friends with benefits au
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, purple haired!jimin (yes this needs a warning), slight dirty talk, oral sex (f.), biting kink, breast play, praising kink, mentions of degrading kink, unprotected sex, mirror sex, public sex, multiple orgasms, jealous!jimin
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k+
a/n: commissioned
“Dude, just go talk to her.”
Jimin has never found his friend more annoying than in this very moment. What he thought was a subtle glaring your way turned out to be not so subtle after all, since his friend has obviously noticed it. In times like this, he regrets sharing some parts of his life with him. He obviously doesn't know everything, but he's also not stupid not to see something has happened between Jimin and you.
The distance and ignorance is big enough of a clue and actually, Jimin can't be mad at him for noticing it.
But it's the least of his worries now, especially if he sees you standing next to him. Chatting like you've got no worries, still hanging around when you know Jimin is going to be here today. It's a little selfish and he realizes that. You used to hang out around here because of your friends. One of them actually dated Jungkook, one of his boxing partners until their relationship didn't last too long. That's how the two of you met and eventually, started something that people call friends with benefits these days.
Friends, Jimin wants to laugh bitterly at the irritating word. Yes, you were friends but things got more complicated. Just like in all those movies and books people watch and read, someone is always there to warn one of them of the obvious. But with Jimin's lifestyle and the lack of time for a relationship, he thought the relationship the two of you had was just ideal.
And he hates to admit how badly you've gotten inside of his head.
“You keep glaring at her and Taehyun across the whole room.” Minseok rolls his eyes and Jimin catches just the right timing, glaring at his friend instead.
Jimin wants to argue. To tell him that Taehyun has been waiting for any chance to get you to talk to him. The kid is obviously interested in you and there were times when you would just laugh him off. Tell him that Taehyun is just a sweet guy who's nice. Sweet guy my ass, he thinks. You're just fucking clueless when it comes to this stuff obviously.
“Mind your own business.” Jimin clicks his tongue, motioning for Minseok to finish wrapping his hands so he can blow some steam off. But with your presence here, he's not sure if he can even focus.
He hates to admit how he fights back the urge to glance your way again. Are you even aware of it? His pride wants to completely ignore you, shut your presence off and act as if you're not here. But there's something stronger and he finds himself hoping to make things right with you. However the last time you spoke, the argument was pretty bad and a small part of him dies in a hope to properly talk to you.
Both of you have said some nasty things to each other. One of them led to just completely ignoring each other off. None of you reached out to the other.
“I don't know why you don't tell her you like her.” Minseok rolls his eyes again, causing Jimin's head to snap in his direction as his eyes widen for a moment before they narrow.
He snatches his wrapped hand away from him, massaging his knuckles as he takes the boxer gloves and throws a nasty glare across his shoulder.
“What do you know about that?” He tries to snicker, quickly averting his gaze away.
Jimin has never been a person to share private things with others, well there might be one person. But she's currently unavailable apparently. So he feels a little embarrassed that Minseok, who doesn't know too many details but enough to not get lost, sees right through him. It has something to do with pride as well. He doesn't let people get too close – not even his friends. Except for one person.
“Come on, it's obvious!” Minseok exclaims a little too loud, catching some prying eyes.
“Keep your voice down.” Jimin warns him through clenched teeth.
“You're gonna lose her if you don't tell her. What exactly is your plan? To keep fucking her? We both know that's not enough.”
One of the common stereotypes people have about boxers is that every one of them has to have anger issues. Or either can't control themselves or love to fight. But boxing is more than that. You know all about it because you often had deep conversations with him about this specific topic. You could always tell how much boxing means to Jimin.
He doesn't have anger issues, though it's a great way to get some steam off or distract himself whenever it's needed. But god help him, he tries really bad to not strike at Minseok. His hands clench in the boxing gloves.
“Fuck off.” he says simply and sternly, ending the conversation here as he gets into the ring.
“Jimin-ah!”
Jimin turns and is met with a familiar wide and bunny smile.
“Gonna do some sparring with me?” he asks, already getting into the ring with his boxing gloves. “Everyone's too afraid.”
Jimin lifts the corner of his lips, “Luckily for you, I'm not afraid of you at all.”
“Yeah? You should be,” Jungkook says teasingly, both of them getting into the right position. “Bring it on, Park.”
“Oh, I will.” he promises.
Zoning out everything around him, he focuses on Jungkook's movements and skills. He will deal with you later.
You knew coming here won't be a good idea. You knew he's going to be here and you will suffer, seeing him again but this time in the distance. Not wanting to admit it to anyone else, you miss him. Fuck, you fucking miss him.
It feels weird to be back here, not having him around or seeing his teasing smile and wink he would always send your direction. You miss watching him training or doing actual fights. You miss being his number one fan and feel proud every time he's finished, and you're the first person he searches for.
Oh fuck, you feel like crying and you've barely been here for an hour. The moment your eyes spotted his beautiful purple-pinkish hair, you wanted to run into his arms. To smell his incredible scent again. To kiss those big lips of his.
With his current hair color, he's like a big sign you just can't ignore. What was a bet he lost to some of his friends turned out to make him distinctive. But you love it. As much as you loved his black hair, he looks mesmerizing in the soft bright color and he definitely pulled it off. You love it.
And you wonder if you're ever going to see him again and his hair will be a different color. Not that you would mind. He looks amazing in any color you've seen him in so far. You just want to be a part of it. Be there and ask him what made him change it. It sounds pathetic. But your heart is yearning for him, and you're not sure if that's easy or even possible.
Taehyun has been making you company ever since you arrived, your friends abandoning you shortly after they saw you talking to him to admire shirtless men. You can't blame them. The room full of testosterone is like a spell to some women. Seeing them flashing off their muscles and abs while playing one of the hottest sports – in conclusion, it's hot and you're not mad at them. But your eyes are reserved for one person only – and he's been ignoring you. He surely knows about your presence.
“I can't help but notice,” Taehyun starts carefully, eyeing you sideways as you try to block out Jimin's laugh.
He's currently sparring with Jungkook. That much you noticed while trying to steal a glance. You have no idea why you keep torturing yourself like this. You should've stayed home. Your friends wanted you to come anyways and your stupid self missed Jimin that you didn't need any convincing. Actually, you're sure one of your friends told you it's okay if you don't want to go. But you being stubborn and too desperate to at least see him, declined her offer of going elsewhere.
“Are you and Jimin okay?”
As much as you and Jimin tried to be private about the thing you had going on, you weren't exactly secretive with the extra affection. You and Jimin have been friends. Always talked and messed around. But surely people noticed you had something going on. Or maybe it was your chemistry, as some of Jimin's and your friends have pointed out. You didn't care back then.
All you could focus on was you and him.
But now, you wish nobody would know. You've noticed the glances some of the men gave you – mostly the ones who are aware of your and Jimin's closeness. Though they don't know any details, they're not stupid to not know there's something intimate going on between you and one of their best fighters.
“Why would you ask me that?” you ask, eyes widened as you meet Taehyun's shocked expression that soon turns to be apologetic.
“I'm sorry,” he blurts out an apology immediately. “I just noticed you guys didn't even look at each other which is very rare and you, um well, you seem sad. Fuck, sorry. It's none of my business. I'm just worried about you.”
“I'm fine.” you answer curtly.
Taehyun is a sweet guy. He really is and has always been super friendly. He doesn't want to get into your pants like Jimin always initiates. Taehyun is one of the youngest fighters here and Jimin is like an idol to him. He admires him and aspires to be a great fighter like Jimin is. You know this because he told you.
Taehyun could be considered as your friend. He would often make you company whenever Jimin was training or was too busy. Which you completely understood – Jimin being busy – you just wanted to watch him and obviously, his attention can't be fully on you at all times. Jimin boxing has been the reason why you met him. It's also been a huge part of your… relationship and friendship.
“Sorry.” Taehyun offers softly, regret fully laced in his tone as you can't help but glance in the ring's direction where you know Jimin is.
You find him and Jungkook stopping, taking a short break to drink some water.
One of the girls that hangs around and usually helps with little stuff, hands Jimin his bottle. It's a simple act and in a way, you understand her little too long stare at Jimin's face and abs. But something in you cracks and you find yourself to be even more irritated and angrier, especially when he looks at her down from the ring and shoots her a grin. You watch the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes and your teeth clench. And then she steps into the ring, staying behind the ropes though as she has the audacity to tap his forehead with a white towel.
“Oh, shit.”
Taehyun's silent reaction doesn't help. For a second you're mad, ready to leave this place and then the next, something snaps inside you and you share a look with Taehyun. Though his face starts to get blurry and once more, he curses under his breath.
Before you know it, you're enveloped in a big hug. It feels comforting and you find yourself not moving. From a distance, nobody can tell you started crying. Your tears fell down but no more comes. It looks like you're just casually hugging and no one really shoots a glance your way. As far as you can tell anyway.
In the distance, you hear Jungkook call out Jimin's name and it causes you to pull away from Taehyun's warm and comforting hug.
Jimin's glare isn't hard to notice and it makes your stomach drop. He has never looked so cold at you. It makes it painful to swallow and you gulp. But the glare barely lasts a second as he slips under the ropes, taking off his gloves in a heated manner before he tosses them on the ground. Your jaw is ready to fall to the floor as he stomps toward you, hands still in the hand wraps.
“Shit, is he about to beat me up?” Taehyun asks hurriedly, almost shitting his pants. You can't blame him, Jimin looks scary as fuck – among other things you wish not to reveal.
You're too shocked to react, until you realize he's just a few steps away from you so you meet him halfway.
He's not even looking at you, glaring at Taehyun from across your figure where he is standing, watching Jimin with wide eyes. If it weren't for your hands on his sweaty and exposed chest, you're sure nothing would stop him.
His skin is hot, something it always is but this time he's burning up from the activity he just did. You get distracted for a second and you have to remind yourself, touching him after your argument is not your priority right now. It does feel bittersweet though.
Jimin's gaze finally drops on your hands before they look straight into your eyes. His eyes soften and he searches your face, as if he's looking for any change. But you're not different. Maybe sleep deprived but nothing your concealer and make-up can't cover up. You tried your best to look good – not for him but for you as well.
And Jimin wants to curse you out for wearing the sweet summer dress. The piece of cloth looks so innocent but you look absolutely stunning. Your breasts almost spill out of the tight and low cut. The outfit is not supposed to be hot or provocative, yet you look like a goddess and Jimin knows most of the guys must've sneaked a glance or two your way.
Meanwhile he's not possessive at all, he tends to get a little jealous. But back then he didn't mind it much because you were his. Everybody knew that.
Were you though?
“What are you doing, Jimin?” you ask softly, Jimin feeling his heartbeat picking up its pace from finally hearing your voice.
“What were you doing?” he asks, glancing behind you, glaring at Taehyun again you guess.
You look around, noticing the curious eyes set on you which make you break out of your trance. Hesitantly, you slide your hands off his chest and the movement causes him to look back at you. Shifting on your spot rather uncomfortably under all the prying eyes, you nibble on your bottom lip before mustering the courage to look up at him.
“Can we talk? Somewhere private?” you ask silently, eyes dancing over the people curiously watching you which pushes Jimin to follow your line of vision.
His brows immediately scrunch, glaring at everyone and as he's getting riled up and about to curse them out publicly, they all look away in a second and chattering begins as everyone goes back to their previous activity.
Jimin glances down at you once again, whole face softening up as he grabs you by your wrist. “Come on.” he mutters and starts leading you to the back.
The locker room, you recognize the way immediately. It's the only place where you will have privacy at the moment.
You act as if you and Jimin were fighting for god knows how long. In reality, it's been like two weeks but those two weeks feel like an eternity. You haven't been in this locker room for that exact time. It's here where you fought after Jimin had a late night training. It was just the two of you.
The whole argument started as something stupid and it escalated to this massive argument, ending with you walking away and Jimin frustratedly letting you.
“So? You and Taehyun now?” Jimin fills the silence right after the sound of door closing reaches your ears.
“Don't do that,” you frown, turning to properly look at him. “You have no right to act like this.”
He scoffs, reaching for a fresh towel as he wipes his face and chest again. He tosses it at the laundry bin in the corner of the room.
“I have no right to anything apparently.”
“You don't get to act jealous.”
Jimin clenches his jaw, keeping his head low but he still sends you glare your way.
“Right,” he nods, “Because we are nothing. We are just strangers.”
“That's not what I meant and you know it.”
“No, actually I don't.” he snaps, wanting to say something more but catches himself and takes a deep breath instead.
A beat of silence follows, the painful silence as you're far enough to not hear anyone else. You tongue your cheek, glancing around to prevent yourself from simply watching Jimin who successfully ignores you and doesn't look your way.
The tall mirrors across the entire side of the wall shows how desperate you really are. All you ever wanted was more. But that wasn't part of your deal. This was fun and it started to get more serious.
Jimin loves fun. He enjoys the thrill you both experienced. He told you himself one time after you had sex. It's been so craved in your mind ever since then.
“Why does Taehyun even matter?” you ask, slapping your hands against your sides as Jimin finally looks at you, the frown on his face visible as soon as you bring up Taehyun.
“If you're planning to date guys from this gym, do it outside.” he says bitterly and you stare in disbelief.
What's his problem?
“You have no right to prohibit me from that.” you remind him stubbornly.
That's not the point you want to make at the moment, but you still need to inform him. Who does he think he is?
“Not like that's happening anyways. Me and Taehyun are just friends.”
Jimin scoffs once again, shaking his head in disbelief as he lets a bitter laugh while he rubs his forehead. “Yeah, right. The moment me and you–” he pauses, clearing his throat right after. “You suddenly hug.”
“A hug doesn't mean dating.” you point out.
“You never hugged him before.”
“And you never let the girl wipe off your sweat before.” you snap right back, widening your eyes right after it escapes your disobedient mouth.
“Jieun?”
“Whatever her name is.” you snap and Jimin's lips suddenly twitch a little.
“She is no one,” he mutters, “Compared to T–”
“Oh my god!” you exclaim frustratedly. “You're so dumb! Taehyun is my friend. He adores you and he would never do that to you! Not even if I asked him to!”
You are trying to prove a point once again but Jimin only takes what he wants. So his response shouldn't surprise you but you can't help but be left speechless.
“Oh, so you would want him?”
“No!” you almost cry out frustratedly. “I just want to be loved!” you exclaim, clasping your mouth shut as Jimin stares with big eyes.
Oh fuck, he looks so innocent. And fucking hot. With his hair damp from the sweat, a strand of hair almost falling into his eyes as he effortlessly brushes his fingers through his hair.
“This is stupid. Why did I want to talk? This is just like the argument we had before.”
You can't do this. Embarrassed that you just confessed your desire, you want to walk away and never come back. No matter how painful that's going to be.
It's not the desire itself that makes you embarrassed though. It's the fact that you want to be loved by Jimin and no one else.
“No, don't walk away please.” he says, catching you by your wrist as he holds you tight while you show your frustration by trying to get out of his grip.
You may be overreacting a little, but that's what you always do when things get rough. Trying to leave. At least it feels like that when it happens with Jimin. And it's only because you're scared of what you truly feel inside. Jimin is just not the type for this. He told you many times before and you can't let yourself be heartbroken when he reminds you of it again.
In other situations, you have no problem talking things over. It feels a little tricky with Jimin though.
“Loved?” he questions and you groan.
Though you're not making it any easier for Jimin, he still holds you gently enough for it not to hurt. He's caring and as his big soft eyes stare at you, you feel like crying all over again. God, you like him so much. You're fucked.
“Fucking stupid, right?” you scoff.
“Why would it be stupid?” Jimin cocks his head to the side confusingly.
“Oh, come on, Jimin.” you roll your eyes, snatching your hand from his grip as he looks alarmed but you don't dare to move. “You're the one who said you're not up for relationships. You don't have time for it. So what if I want it right now? What if I don't want just to be fucked?”
Jimin opens his mouth.
“And we were doing exactly that. So why can't I talk to Taehyun?”
You're frustrated, starting to babble a little nonsense because there's no need to bring up Taehyun. That's only going to rile Jimin up all over again.
“Don't.” he warns.
“Why has the thought of me and Taehyun has always been such a problem? I mean yes, we were fucking. I wouldn't want you to fuck anyone else. But you're acting as if I can't–”
“Stop.”
“What? Why?” you provoke him why tilting your head, trying to act clueless and innocent. “We are not together, Jimin. I get why you would get a little jealous. But storming in our direction because of what? Because he simply hugged me? You have no ri–”
“I fucking like you.” Jimin spits out, cutting you off so easily that it feels like a slap to your face.
It's the words that leave you breathless and you have to blink a few times to make sure it's real. He said what? You stare at him, seeing his face frustrated as he rubs his forehead. He's clenching his jaw, looking around while his breathing quickens up. And you just stand there and stare like an idiot.
“Like me?” you whisper and Jimin chuckles a little heartlessly. “Jimin, you said–”
“I know what I said about relationships,” he cuts you off. “Is that so hard to believe that I could like you?”
“I…” you trail off, still too shocked to form a proper sentence. “It is. You never–I never got that feeling from you. You always said how much you like our relationship and what it is.”
“Yes, that I can trust you, always talk to you. I didn't–obviously I didn't share everything that's been on my mind.”
“Since when?”
“A long time.” he whispers, looking right into your eyes while your breath hitches.
To be honest, you're not sure what to think. You want to believe him and you would never judge him for his own history and the lack of interest in anything remotely close to love or relationships. You do believe people could change but this feels like the cliché scenario that happens with men like Jimin. And by that you mean them willing to try it but not being able to stay in a relationship when things get rough. Quite frankly, you're not even sure if Jimin is ready to be in a relationship.
Sure, you and him get along pretty well (minus what happened between you two recently). In your mind, you've imagined the two of you together – together – so many times. Can he even love you?
It's just something that's hard to believe. And you want to believe it. But something just wants you to protect your heart. You don't want to get any more hurt than you already did. For fuck sake! You got into an argument and you've been sobbing into your pillow every night. You can't possibly imagine going through something even more heartbreaking. You're way too deep in this shit.
But at the same time, you're pretty aware that you don't know unless you try. And it doesn't feel fair to Jimin at all.
“Why are you looking at me that way?” he questions you, frowning as he sees the lack of trust you have on your face. “You don't believe me?”
He sounds hurt and so fragile all of a sudden. You feel like a major asshole even more now.
“Listen,” he starts, refusing to no longer stay silent. “I fucking like you.”
“Taehyun likes me too and he's my fr–”
“Don't you dare to say his name right now.” Jimin cups your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks but not painfully.
You stare into his eyes that darken, the little shadow there causing you to gulp. His already sharp and visible jawline clenches once again. You know you shouldn't find him extremely sexy right now, but your body acts automatically and you let your eyes drop down to his lips. You flicker them back on but you know he caught you.
His mouth twitches and he slowly, painfully for you, licks his lips.
“Are you getting turned on right now?”
The mocking behind his tone should annoy you but you don't find yourself to be annoyed. The sex with him has always been great, one of the reasons why it lasted so long between you and him. But it wasn't everything. You appreciated every minute you got to spend some time with him. Sex or no sex – each time was special to you.
Jimin doesn't torture you by questioning the obvious, a recognition flickering in those beautiful eyes of his while his thumbs caress your soft cheekbones.
“I'm gonna show you how much I like you.”
The single word sounds mocking almost and the way he emphasizes, like there's something much more than him simply liking you. And you know he doesn't say it but you see he's hiding something. He's not telling the truth and you can only hope he's reciprocating what you've been feeling for him for the longest time.
But perhaps now, it's time to act upon your feelings.
Jimin stays true to his words and doesn't waste any time finally tasting your lips. You can't help but hum into the needy and rough kiss. He doesn't pull away any time soon, kissing you with all the passion you've been missing and the familiar ecstasy clouds your senses. All you can feel is him and you wouldn't have it any other way. There are still a few things you both need to talk about but for now, you just want to be close to him again. For now, you need to feel him and touch him.
It's mind-blowing how at peace you are the moment Jimin has kissed you. The kiss is nothing but rushed, needy and rough with no intention just ending there. You know it. You've had many of those and it always led to one thing. And you're completely fine with it.
Hands on Jimin's wrist, you get a proper hold on him as soon as he starts backing you, doing it all without breaking off the kiss. He bites your lower lip, sucks it and even pushes his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it all, almost whining when you're forced to break off the kiss as he gently pushes you to sit down on the long bench.
Jimin drops to his knees before you can needily reach toward him. He watches your entire form for a moment, licking his lips again before he attacks your neck. He sucks and bites your skin there for a few seconds, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you push your body into his.
You're just as needy, wanting to be touched – only by him because he knows your needs and body like the back of his hand.
He pushes down your summer dress under your breasts, exposing your chest to the chilly air in the locker room. The thought of someone coming here and finding you like this, with your breasts fully exposed, crosses your mind but Jimin utterly averts your attention as soon as his mouth clasps around your nipple.
“Oh fuck.” you moan, the other hand fondling your other breast.
“You like that?” Jimin says, hot breath fanning over your wet and sensitive nipple before he goes back to his previous activity.
At the beginning of your “relationship” Jimin would use his mouth in other ways than to just bring you pleasure with it by using it. The dirty talk was one of the things that could make you wet in seconds, he always knew what to say.
Throughout the months of getting to know you intimately, he figured out you're just as freaky and needy as him. One of the things he always did was to call you his little slut. But that has changed. You're not sure when it changed exactly but from his slut you became his pretty and good girl – and fuck – that was even more dangerous to you than any degrading thing he could've said. That had you going and Jimin obviously figured it out.
It's stupid and it shouldn't mean this much to you, but his following words want to make you praise him for simply not forgetting.
Not forgetting to praise you yet again.
“Such pretty tits,” Jimin mutters, licking your other breast while you do your best not to move your hips against the bench. “I missed them.”
Not giving you time to digest his words fully, he's on his knees once against and this time pulls you closer to him. You catch yourself just in the right now as he gently pushes down on your chest, making you lay down.
The bench is in no way a comfortable place to do this, especially if your head hangs off. But once again, you don't voice it because the second Jimin pushes your underwear to the side and clasps his skilful mouth onto your glistening cunt, none of it matters.
He's everywhere down there. Licking and sucking your clit, then eating you out like a starved man with one hand squeezing your breast. You can't hold yourself up and the pleasure he's giving you causes you to lay down, even with your head thrown back.
“Look at yourself,” Jimin suddenly says from between your thighs, the top of his purple head catching your eyes for a second before you close them again. “Look how fucking pretty you are.”
And you open your eyes, ignoring the blood rushing to your head as you gasp at the sight. You see yourself, face full of pleasure and mouth gasping as Jimin picks up the intensity and pace. You're long gone, every little thing edging you closer to the orgasm until you're cumming on his tongue.
But no.
He is not done with you.
Jimin rushes (but still remains gentle despite the rush and neediness in his motions) and turns you around. The bench is even more uncomfortable under your knees than it was under your bum, but you barely acknowledge it when Jimin pulls down his training boxers and exposes himself to your hungry eyes.
Fuck, you've missed this too.
You salivate like a hungry dog, seeing him in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes meet and he shoots you a smirk. You're so focused on that (and already totally fucked out) that you don't notice the movements between his legs. That's until you feel the head of his cock touching your wet hole.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” you moan, Jimin chuckling before he enters you.
He's gentle at first, praising you for how good you feel and how much he missed your tight cunt (his words). All of it makes you already clench around him. So you beg him to fuck you, desperation evident in your raspy voice. And boy, does he listen.
He fucks into you his thick and long length, urging you to look at yourself whenever you close your eyes shut from the indescribable pleasure. You do look. You watch him fucking you in the reflection, beds of sweat collecting on yours and his skin. He's biting into his lower lip harshly, grunting each time he thrusts into you while your high moans echo against the walls.
It's messy and so wet between your legs, you swear you feel your wetness traveling down your thigh. You're so close. Telling even Jimin that. And he smiles proudly, admitting he's not far away from that either.
And then he hoists you up, presses your back to his chest while still being inside you. And your eyes meet again in the reflection. His thrusts turn more gentle, still setting up a good pace that makes you see stars. But the way he rolls his hips into you and the intensity not only behind his movements but his eyes as well, you just know.
So you smile through the pleasure, silently telling him with your eyes that yes, you know.
“Mine.” he grunts, one hand around your waist holding you in place, while the other pinches your nipple.
He rubs it softly shortly after while your fingers dig into his arm that's still around your waist. You squeeze him harder, moaning out his name before you confess; “Mine.”
“Fucking yours.” he spits out through the grunts and then it completely rushes down onto you.
You're cumming, body shaking against Jimin as pleasure controls your body. A few more thrusts and Jimin cums too, spilling his load into you with a low yet long groan. Even after the orgasm, he holds you tightly against him and you stay like that for god knows how long. It's until you whimper at your knees that Jimin helps you to sit down. He silently cleans you up with another fresh towel before the piece of cloth joins the other towel he used before.
He kisses you and helps you to cover yourself while he does the same.
“Does this… does this mean–”
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jimin cuts you off, grinning at you like a mischievous teenboy as you pause for a second in pure shock before you chuckle.
“I thought you would never ask.” you reply stupidly.
“It took me too long, I know. I guess I was too scared. Minseok has been patronizing me–”
“Oh my god!” you suddenly gasp, making him stop as Jimin sits next to you and stares at you in concern.
“They all must have heard us!”
Jimin cackles at how scandalized you look, with your palm covering your mouth and all.
“That's the least of my concerns, to be honest.”
You nudge him in the shoulder as you look horrified. Jimin teases you, taking your hand into his as he peaks from the locker room. Everything seems silent and you walk into the main room finding it oddly empty.
“Where is everyone?” you ask in confusion.
Not that you're not happy! There is a chance nobody heard you. Not that you mind it that much, you just don't want people to be up your and Jimin's business. Like they haven't been nosy enough.
Jimin walks up to his training bag, the only item sitting on top of a similar bench he just fucked you on. Pulling out his phone, you see him checking it with a slight frown on his face before he hands you the device. He ushers you to read it with a tilt of his hand, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth.
Minseok: “kicked everyone out, you owe me. and I hope it was worth it and you finally grew some balls to tell her you love her. if not, i'm gonna kick you in the ass next time.”
You hand him the phone back with a similar smile, feeling your cheeks heat up.
“He's right.” Jimin comments, tossing the phone back to his bag.
“About?”
“Everything,” he says simply while you're trying not to freak out about the L word.
It was Minseok who said it. Surely he must've known Jimin likes you, that's what Jimin wanted to tell you back in the locker room before you interrupted him. But these guys don't really think about these words, not as much as women do and it must've been a mistake–
“Especially that I love you.”
Jimin laughs the moment he waits for your reaction and he finally gets to see it. You look like a bucket of ice has been thrown on you.
You shake yourself out of the daze, trying to keep your posture while your heart is ready to burst out of your chest. But Jimin doesn't look nervous, he's beaming at you with the prettiest smile you've known ever since you got to know him. This moment right here is everything you've dreamed of ever since you found out about your deeper connection and feelings toward him.
So you take a deep and calm breath, the next following words spilling out of your mouth effortlessly.
“I love you too.”
It feels like both of you are teenagers, giggling to yourselves while ending your confession with a few strong kisses full of love.
“Now that everyone is gone. We could take a shower. Then I'm going to take you to my place.” he tells you once he pulls away from the kiss.
Your arms around his neck and his staying on top of your ass, you grin at him.
“And then what?”
“I'm gonna cook you a nice dinner. I want to cuddle you and talk to you because I fucking missed you.”
“Hm, is that all?” you ask teasingly.
“Is that not enough?” he teases back.
“Surely it is.”
“And maybe I will fuck my girlfriend again.”
“Lucky her,” you muse, “What an explicit word though.”
“I can make love to her too. Never done that before but I'm confident I can do it.” he continues and you press your lips not to giggle.
“I trust you.”
And then you burst into the cutest fit of giggles. If somebody saw you right now, they would find the image of the serious and wonderful boxer Jimin giggling like a teenager hilarious. Little do you know they will witness it for sure, now that you're his girlfriend and all.
Jimin is going to show his new side not only to you, but to everyone else.
As a House of Lust employee, Taehyung finds his work mundane and, quite frankly, boring, especially when he's working on the phone. But, the tables turn when his former university crush calls.
⤑ wc: 5k
⤑ pairing: taehyung x reader
⤑ genre: non-idol!au, escort! au, smut
⤑ warnings: mature content!, dirty talking, depictions of various sexual acts, masturbation (m.), use of 'good girl, 'slut' and the like
⤑ read on AO3
⤑ this work is a part of the 'house of lust' collab, find the masterlist here!
Kim Taehyung has worked at the House of Lust for years now. What started as a side gig during university turned into a lucrative career for him. Jimin, the manager, never made the workers do anything they didn’t want to do, which was the HOL’s biggest plus side and the main reason Taehyung stayed.
Other places just weren’t as accommodating to the needs of escorts, to put it mildly. Most of the time, Taehyung could even pick and choose. If a client wanted precisely him, he’d have to approve the “application”. If Taehyung got bad vibes or just didn’t feel like he could do it, Jimin would let the customer know they should pick someone else instead.
Of course, that sort of thing happened when he had to have sex with the clients. If Taehyung was asked to join Yoongi on the phone or Jungkook with online chatting, he’d do it in a heartbeat. It was easy money, and the phone was his thing. Jimin actually hired Taehyung to work on the phone line back in the day, and his main job was to get people to have an orgasm using a low tone and tons of dirty talk.
Taehyung and phone sex were a match made in heaven, as Jimin put it. It was quite funny seeing as Taehyung was completely insecure back then and he rarely got laid in real life. Somehow, Jimin just knew how to pick the right people, and Taehyung was good to go after a week’s training, earning his first real money with his voice and mind alone.
Later, he decided to venture into different services HOL had to offer, becoming a master of many. As the months went by, Taehyung became more and more confident in himself and his abilities, so his social life picked up too. Despite his prolific experience at HOL, he was getting bored with the whole thing. Taehyung couldn’t remember when something excited him at work, when he felt genuine thrill because of something he was asked to do, when he last felt real arousal. Even his real-life sexual experiences were becoming a run-of-the-mill sort of thing—not much could top the things he’d tried at HOL.
The phone was something Taehyung did when he had no inspiration and just wanted to get work over with—it required little to no effort, and he was good at it. He didn’t have to get naked, nobody had to see him, and he didn’t have to touch another person. All he had to do was sit there, listen, and say generic stuff based on the little questionnaire the person filled out before their call. He could do that in his sleep.
It was somehow funny to think that people were on the other side of the line getting off while he was sitting in a chair with headphones on, filing his nails to make them look presentable or flicking through a catalog. Tonight, Taehyung was going through his camera roll and deleting pictures while waiting for a call.
The next one was supposed to come in soon, as arranged with Jimin and the client, so he kept himself busy, deciding he had way too many pictures on his phone for no reason.
“Taehyung speaking,” he picked up after the first ring, not wanting to keep the customer waiting. There was no point in playing hard to get with someone who’s paying you. “I’ve been waiting for you to call…”
It was his usual greeting phrase. He couldn’t exactly use the good old ‘how can I help you?’, not in this line of work, at least. What time has taught Taehyung was that women were usually shy when they called, and he had to take the lead and get the words out of them, at least at first. After a while, some of them opened up. Others spoke only a couple of words, letting him play out the scenario they said they wanted.
Since his greeting was met with silence, Taehyung knew he’d have to carry this conversation. But, it was his job, and he wasn’t surprised by it. “Have you been fucking other men?” he asked, earning a hiss on the other end of the line. “Is that why you’re late?”
A weak, quiet, barely audible “no” came from the other side. Hm. Taehyung realized he’d have to try harder.
“No?” Taehyung asked, chuckling lowly.
He wondered if this was going to be one of those calls where he’d just talk to himself for thirty minutes and never know if the other person enjoyed it or if the person would open up more as time went on and they relaxed. Time to bring in the big guns, then.
“Then why did you keep me waiting? I’ve been so hard all this time, waiting for my slut to call and help me rub one out,” he said, just as flaccid as he’d been all day. But, nobody else had to know that.
“Fuck,” he heard you mutter, and it didn’t sound like you were too excited to hear him use the term.
For a second, Taehyung’s eyes widened as fear rushed through him, instantly sobering him up. What if he’d mixed you up with someone else and used a term or a scenario you didn’t want to hear? Frantically, he grabbed the paper that Jimin had placed on his desk earlier, the one detailing all the things you wanted to hear during the call. Fuck, did he really mistake you fo someone else?
No, no, he was right, you did tell Jimin you wanted to “be treated like a slut”. When people asked for phone services, they could fill out a form online before the call, if they wanted to. In this questionnaire, they’d tick off all the boxes that apply to what they want from the conversation, and they could fill out some personal information, too.
Some people wanted praise, others degradation. There were those who wanted Taehyung to treat them like a cheating wife or a loved girlfriend. Some needed to hear words like ‘whore’ to get them going, others wanted to be called beautiful and sexy. Taehyung kind of preferred the former.
But, you did mark a lot of these terms—almost all of them, he had to note—and didn’t have any special requests, other than that you wanted him to treat you like a slut. Stupid slut was what you actually wrote.
After printing the form, Jimin wrote down a little note on it: the client allows the use of any derogatory term… but she seems like a beginner, so don’t overdo it. Did he overdo it, then? Is that why you cussed?
“Everything okay, baby?” It wasn’t a derogatory term, but if it worked and helped you relax, Taehyung had no problem using it. “It’s just the two of us, no one else is listening to this conversation.”
“Sorry,” you breathed the word out, sounding extremely nervous. “I thought you sounded like someone I know for a second.”
Oh.
Taehyung sure hoped you didn’t know him in real life, but if you did, he didn’t really care. You were calling in to have someone help you get off and pay for it while he was doing it for a living. Who was more in the wrong there? Wouldn’t it be like the pot calling the kettle black? If you did recognize him, you’d never tell a living soul anyway. It wasn’t exactly a topic you could just bring up in conversation.
“Please,” he scoffed, deciding to go back to the main point here. You were there to orgasm, not to wonder whether you knew him and whether you should be doing this in the first place. “Like a slut like you would care.”
“I wouldn’t,” you whispered after a couple of seconds of silence, and Taehyung grinned at himself. Of course he still had it in him!
“I know… You want people to know you’re easy,” he concluded with a chuckle. “Are you touching yourself already?”
“No,” another hiss, voice barely discernible. Taehyung had to focus on the call to make out your words, so the phone and pictures had to wait for another caller, one that spoke clearly. Still, he didn’t feel like the call would last long. Did they ever?
“What are you waiting for?” Taehyung tried to sound nonchalant as he scolded you, knowing that’s when it worked best. “Are you that stupid? Seems so… Only good for fucking. Or do you need me to give you permission?”
Jimin said not to go overboard, but Taehyung felt you could take it. Clearly, you needed a bit of a push to get out of your shell, and who better to push than him?
“I—” you started but gulped, clearly still uncomfortable with expressing your desires to a total stranger, even if he was someone you paid to help you do this. Keeping your voice, you stuttered, “I, I don’t know.”
“Do you want to touch yourself?” Taehyung suggested, even though he already knew the answer. Of course you fucking wanted to touch yourself. You were horny and wanted to talk to a random guy who could use all the bad words you wanted him to, just to help you chase your high. He couldn’t blame you—sometimes you just want to get off and can’t express your needs to the people you’re hooking up with.
“Yes,” you kept your voice down and admitted. He was sure you were probably all flustered, under the blanket in your bed. That’s how you sounded, all whispers, not allowing him to hear you well.
“Then take those pretty fingers and touch that tight cunt of yours, will you?” Taehyung grunted at you, lowering his voice on purpose to make it sound sterner. “Ah, I see how it is… You’re used to men doing it for you, right? When you’re in the mood, you just spread those legs and let them go to town, huh? Lay there and take it…”
“Yes—” It almost sounded like a moan, meaning that Taehyung was on the right track. Oh, he’d get you off too, he always did.
“Why? Because you’re a slut?” Another over-the-top suggestion, one that the questionnaire suggested you’d love. “Because you love letting men use you?”
“Mhm,” you moaned in agreement, suddenly hissing, which Taehyung took as a sign that you had started touching yourself already, as per his suggestion. Obedient… He liked that.
“Good,” he hummed in approval of your confession. “And what kind of a slut are you?”
“Stupid,” left your mouth immediately, and he almost chuckled. Nice. You were quick.
“That’s right. And you’re my stupid slut tonight, so you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, okay?” Taehyung coaxed you gently, hoping you’d completely let go and allow him to do what he did best—make women come. The faster he got you there, the faster you’d hang up. “You’ll be a good slut for me and let me have some fun.”
“Yes,” you breathed again. Taehyung was sure he'd hear your voice get loud tonight. If nothing else, you’d at least moan when you came.
“And only then, if you’re good enough, will you get my cock… I don’t think you deserve it just yet,” he told you, unlocking his phone again after all. This was going to be a piece of cake. “Are you playing with yourself? Wet for me already?”
“Mhm.” Another hum told him you weren’t lying, which meant your hand was probably shoved in your underwear, fingers playing with your clit. Or, if you were really into it, inside of you already. “So wet.”
“I can almost hear it,” he lied with a chuckle, playing along. “It feels like you’re burning, right? Want to have me there, want my mouth on you… My dick in you. It’s so fucking hard for you. And since you’re such a slut, I bet I wouldn’t even have to prep your for it. My dick would slide right in.”
“It would,” you agreed with a cry, clearly enjoying your first experience with a phone sex worker as much as you should.
“I bet you’d really want that… Me to come over now and just use you to get off, stick my dick in you and fuck until I get enough,” Taehyung proposed, thinking it was the right thing to tell you when you were trying to get off. “I bet you wouldn’t stop creaming around me if I told you what a fucking good slut you are for me.”
“I want that so badly, you have no idea,” you spoke up for the first time, and the sound of your voice made Taehyung’s breath hitch in his throat, a knot instantly tying in his stomach.
He cleared his throat quickly and grabbed the questionnaire once more, looking for additional information, anything that could help him figure out whether his hunch was correct. Recently got out of a relationship. Leading position. Those were the only pieces of private information he could find by skimming, but he was now practically sure it was you—the voice was a bit too familiar.
“You want me that much, huh?” he asked, his voice almost shaky now. Taehyung hoped you wouldn’t notice the change in his tone or the lack of confidence in the way he spoke. But, as soon as he heard your real, full voice, his mind took him back to university, and all those fucking times you were on his mind—and you were the one that had no idea.
“Ah, need you,” you admitted coyly, your statement ending with a soft sigh, further cementing his realization that you were the woman he was so painfully into for years during his university days. And now, you were on the phone with Taehyung, asking him to help you get off, wanting him to call you a stupid slut. Him, the guy who’d jerked off to you so much he thought his dick would fall off.
“I fucking want you too,” he admitted, this time completely honest, for a change. It was the first time in a long time that Taehyung was being himself in HOL. “Where do you want me?”
“Inside of me… Please,” you said, once again not whispering or keeping your voice down, which made it easy for Taehyung to recognize you, the one he could never approach romantically, always watching others do it and fail miserably. He used to be so jealous of the men you dated, even though he didn’t even know if you’d dated anyone. In his head, you did go out, and you did so with guys much more confident, alluring, and handsome than him. “I want you.”
You were the sweetest girl he knew at uni, so Taehyung never thought he’d hear you say those words at all, especially not to him. Hearing you say it made his heart jump up with excitement as he finally realized what kind of an opportunity he had.
“That’s because you’re a fucking slut,” he stressed the last word, feeling his cock get hard, which was new. Of course, his body reacted like that only because it was you on the other end of the line—you, the woman he dreamed of for years, the one he lost contact with after graduating, unable to make the first move, to get in touch and simply ask you out. “God, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”
You moaned at his words, and Taehyung’s hand flew down to his crotch to palm him over his jeans. Fuck, he’d have to touch himself for this, he would just have to. It was you, and you had almost recognized him earlier, too. Is that what happened? He instantly remembered the quick ‘fuck’ that left your mouth when he used his real tone.
Usually, when he was on the phone, Taehyung used his fake sex work service voice that was too low to be real. Still, it worked on many. But, the fake deep voice also made it almost impossible for someone to recognize him, especially someone he hasn’t spoken to in years. Even back at uni, you two rarely spoke in private, so of course you’d have a hard time remembering his voice. Taehyung, however, always listened in to your conversations, wanting to get to know you better without actually speaking to you, hoping to learn more through these bits and pieces he overheard.
“I want that too,” you acknowledged, bringing him back to reality, to the fact that you were on the phone with him, waiting for him to successfully make you come without ever touching you.
When he first started working the phone line at HOL, Taehyung got excited. He didn’t know what the person on the other end of the line looked like, what their personality was like, if there would be chemistry—all he knew was how they sounded and that they were desperate to orgasm. At the time, so was he, so Taehyung found himself rock hard whenever he handled calls, unable to keep his boner down, often resorting to a quick jerk-off during the call to get himself off.
It used to turn him on to talk to these people and hear what they had to say back, listen to women moaning because of him, hear them explain what they would do to him if he was right there… He wanted it desperately, too, unable to have that kind of a thing in real life. Nowadays, Taehyung almost never jerked off at work.
But, hearing your voice immediately made him rethink this new policy. Why not? He was there all alone, and even if Yoongi decided to put in an hour or two, it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time his colleague saw him get off. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
“I know you do, that’s why you’re my little slut,” he continued, hand shamelessly getting his cock out of the confines of the tight jeans, fingers wrapping around it instantly. It’s been a long while since he’d been actually excited about jerking off. “Spread your legs for me, will you?”
He heard a faint rustling of sheets before you hissed again and spoke up, “I did.”
Instantly, the image of you lying in bed with your legs spread wide, pussy wet and throbbing while your hand held the phone you used to talk to him flashed before his eyes, and Taehyung had a hard time thinking about anything else, let alone his job. God, he wished he was there with you, going down between those thighs, making you come with his mouth in a completely different way.
“Good girl,” Taehyung used the nickname you didn’t say you wanted him to use. Somehow, he was starting to think it was okay to let go now that he knew it was you on the other line and just tell you the things he actually wanted to tell you but never had the chance. “Now use two fingers and fuck yourself with them…”
“I will,” you promised and, presumably, did what Taehyung had asked of you. Just the idea of your fingers entering your heat as you think about him, his voice, his words… It was enough to make him rock hard.
At the same time, he spat on his hand loudly, wanting you to hear it, needing you to know he was touching himself. Taehyung never did this anymore, but now that you were there on the line with him, he felt the urge to get off with you for probably the first and only time in his life. “If you were here, I wouldn’t have to use spit to get off, right?”
His mind flew to how pretty your lips always looked, especially when you smiled or when your tongue prodded out to wet them. He imagined you as the type who’d give his cockhead kittenish licks, teasing, dragging it out until he grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you choke on him.
“You could use mine,” you suggested with a chuckle in your voice. Your bluntness almost made Taehyung choke on nothing, taken aback by the mouth on you. And there he was minutes earlier, thinking you would be a difficult one to crack. “Use it all you want—”
“I could, right?” he grunted at the thought, hand spreading the spit all over his cock, fist clenching around the very tip. “I bet you’d take me in your pretty little mouth so well, get me all wet… Mhm, fuck… It would be so easy to slide right in.”
“It would,” you agree, voice sounding fucked out already. “So easy… I want it.”
Taehyung couldn’t even remember how many times he thought about this, about you two getting each other off in every way possible, about getting to be the one who makes you come, whose name you moan… And now it was all coming true for him.
Well, except the part where you didn’t know it was him on the phone but did that really matter? You called and asked for someone to get you off, and that was coincidentally something Taehyung had wanted to do for the longest time. It was a win-win type of situation.
“How do those fingers feel?” It was a part of his job to ask, clearly, but he also wanted to know.
God, he would have given anything to be able to see you right then. Taehyung just knew you looked perfect with your legs spread, wet cunt on display as your fingers slid and out with ease while you thought about him. He thought he would be able to come if he just let himself think about that for a while.
“Good,” you responded after a while, breathing getting heavier as if you were forgetting you were supposed to talk and not just listen. “But not as good as you.”
This statement made Taehyung chuckle lowly, enjoying the praise he was getting, even if it wasn’t meant for him specifically. “Hm, of course a slut like you prefers dick over her own fingers. I’d give it to you, though, just because you’re so willing… Fuck you stupid.”
“How?” you asked, clearly turned on by the idea, wanting to hear more. And, who was Taehyung to deny you this pleasure, when it was a shared one?
“Be good and press your palm into your clit while you finger yourself,” he asked of you first, wanting you to get two different types of stimulation. It was a lot less than you’d get if you decided to sleep with him, but it would have to do for now. “That’s how I would do it if I were there while I kiss you… Or play with your tits. I think you’d prefer that.”
“Whatever you want,” you moaned at him, getting lost in the feeling. “It feels so good…”
“Now, back to fucking you stupid,” Taehyung hissed, feeling his cock leak precum already.
If anyone walked in, they wouldn’t find it strange to see someone jerking off while working the phone or chatting. It happened often as a lot of nasty shit was said during such chats, things none of them would ever say to their real-life partners. The anonymity paired with horniness brought out the beasts in people, which is why no one would bat an eye at one of the coworkers getting off.
What his coworkers wouldn’t know, though, was that Taehyung was rubbing one out to the thought of the woman he wanted to fuck badly. He couldn’t even count the number of times he couldn’t keep his boner down after sitting close to you, how many times he’d run to the bathroom and get off quickly, hoping nobody would notice he’d stayed there too long. You always looked and smelled so sweet, and Taehyung was always certain you’d taste just as sweet, too.
“I’ll fucking ruin you. I won’t go easy on you, I know my pretty little slut can take it, right? You can take all of it,” he hissed at you, his hand around his cock getting him closer and closer to the edge. “God, you make me so hard, sound so pretty when you moan like that, like you haven’t had a good cock in years...”
“I haven’t,” you agree instantly in between two very loud moans that sent shivers down his spine. Taehyung was getting desperate already, a feeling he hadn’t felt since the last time he saw you. “Want yours badly.”
“Oh, and you could get it,” Taehyung let himself go a bit too much, but it could be seen as a heat of the moment type of thing. He was sure you wouldn’t mind, not when you were fingering yourself and stimulating your clit with your palm at the same time. “And you would. I’d just keep fucking you, wouldn’t stop even after you came once, twice, three times… Even if your legs started shaking and your body shook, I would keep fucking that tight little cunt of yours and make it mine.”
“Oh fuck!” you grunted this time, a deep, throaty sound coming from your voice, making it clear you were getting more lost in the feeling by the second. “Please, do it, I need you to fuck me.”
“I need it badly too,” Taehyung admitted, feeling himself getting closer to his own orgasm, embarrassingly quickly, at that. “There’s no way I’d go easy on you when I know a slut like you can take it. And you sound fucking amazing taking dick, right? So stupid you can only say my name and beg for more… I know it. I’d fuck you so long and hard you’d be ruined for other men… But a slut like you wouldn’t like that, huh? You want all of them to enjoy you.”
“No,” you contradicted him firmly—for the first time that night, he had to note. “Just you… Ngh, only want y-you—”
At that moment, Taehyung believed you. You sounded turned on, desperate, eager for a cock, and he could hear how wet you were now, the sloppy sounds of your fingers filling your pussy audible over the phone when you kept your voice down. He was in a similar position too, his cock leaking precum, a drop of it ending up on the front of his pants, sure to leave a mark, but who cared?
“Only me?” Taehyung repeated with a chuckle, enjoying the attention. “You like my cock that much, huh?” You’ve never had it, of course, and you didn’t know it was Taehyung, but he could pretend. That’s all he could do, but Taehyung was taking it.
“Y-y— remind me… Of hi—fuck!—of him,” you confessed in between moans as your fingers got you closer and closer to the edge.
“I remind you of who, baby?” It was morbid curiosity at this point, but he wanted to hear more about it.
If Taehyung remembered correctly, you wrote that you’d just gotten out of a long relationship. Did he remind you of your ex in some way? Whoever that bastard was, he was fucking lucky he got to screw your brains out, especially when you were so pliant and made it all seem… sweet? Or were those just his childish feelings resurfacing? Taehyung should have been over them already—it’s been years since graduation.
“Y-your voice…” You paused to let out a loud grunt. “God, I want you… Your voice… This, fuck, this guy I knew back at school…”
Taehyung didn’t even want to hope it was him you were talking about. Yeah, a lot of women told him he had a distinct voice, but that didn’t mean it was unique in any way. Maybe you knew some other guy with a deep voice at uni. God knows there were tons.
“Did you fuck him too, slut?” he asked, surprised that his voice was quivering, cock about to explode. “Did you let this guy use your hole just because you liked the way he sounded?”
“No, I never fucked Taehyung,” you admitted, and your admission made Taehyung buck his hips up into his hand, desperate to feel you now. It could be some other Taehyung, right? There had to be more at the uni. “But I wish I did if he’d sound like this…”
“Call me Taehyung then,” he asked you sneakily. Taehyung knew that was wrong and immoral and not a nice thing to do, but he needed to hear you cry out his name while you got off. After all, it wasn’t that wrong—you just admitted to him that you liked his voice and wanted to fuck him. “I’m surprised to hear there was a guy you liked that you haven’t fucked. Haven’t let this poor fucker use whatever hole of yours he pleased, huh?”
“No… I should have. Ah, fuck, I’m so close,” you admitted, voice barely audible because of all the moans and hisses. “Want you so fucking bad…”
“What’s my name?” he asked you, hoping it wouldn’t snap you out of your thoughts and bring you back to reality. He had just asked you to call him Taehyung, so it could still be a part of the game.
“Taehyung!” you cried the word out, and he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, so pretty and sweet. He bet it would sound even sweeter if he was inside of you, pistoning into you until you cried.
“Hmm, that’s right,” he hissed, his hand now furiously rubbing his cock. “And who owns your slutty little cunt?”
“You, fu—you, Taehyung!” His name said once again, in between grunts, so sweetly rolling off your tongue, making him move his hand even faster.
“And what do you want me to do to you, slut?” he asked through clenched teeth, unable to postpone it much longer. Why was Taehyung even fighting this orgasm?
“Fuck me!” The response came right away in the form of a whine. Taehyung could bet everything he owned he could get you to beg if he were right there with you. “Use me… Fuck me hard, Taehyung, and then fill me up.”
That was the thing that sent him over the edge without warning—you, the crush of all crushes, his wet dream, asking him to fuck you raw and pump you full of his cum. Just the idea of getting to do that played tricks on him, made his body overreact, spilling his seed all over. Taehyung felt no shame coming all over himself and moaning so loudly his colleagues in the other room could hear it.
The potential embarrassment was nothing compared to the burning sensation inside his chest and head, the tingling he felt all over, the utter satisfaction that washed over him when cum started spurting out of him in long streaks. With every spurt, he felt tons lighter, getting pulled back into the sweetness of you. Taehyung moaned your name as he came for the first time in a long time and continued, “God, take it all, let me fill you up real good, be a good girl, come on…”
What was even better was that you came too, probably pushed over the edge by the fact that he was coming. “Taehyung, please, fuck, yes!” The rest of it was incoherent, just swear words and hisses and sighs and moans as you finger fucked yourself through the orgasm. He hoped to God it was as good as his. Taehyung’s might have been the best he’d had in years.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he told you with a chuckle once your breathing evened out, meaning it completely. It was the best call of his career, that was certain. “Sound so slutty when you come, too…”
“You too,” you told him, voice turning serious. Even your voice sounded sweet after coming, low and muffled. Taehyung wondered if you’d let him kiss you after having sex, or if you were the colder type. “I… Thank you.”
“Ending the call already?” Taehyung couldn’t help but ask, a tinge of hope in him still alight.
“Yeah,” you said curtly before clearing your throat. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? Anyway, thank you for… Tonight, Taehyung.”
With that, you hung up, leaving Taehyung to wonder whether you knew it was him all along or whether you’d realized it somewhere along the way, your orgasm clearing your head. Maybe you hadn’t recognized him at all and used the name to keep the fantasy going. Whatever the case, Taehyung hoped you’d call again.
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Don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy. Simple, right?
⤑ word count: 1k
⤑ genre: smut, fwb, sex with feelings
⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader
⤑ warnings: smut [oral sex (f.receiving), unprotected intercourse, creampie]
⤑ rating: 18+
⤑ read on AO3 ‖ masterlist
⤑ a/n: this was written for the lovely possum @sahmfanficbts for the #possumversary! i hope you like it ♡
Don’t fall in love with your fuck buddy. Simple, right? So why is Namjoon on his knees, the fluffy carpet burning shapes into his kneecaps as he devours your pussy and thinks about how much he wants you in every way imaginable? Why is he thinking about how much he’s missed you? Because he's an idiot who can't follow the basic rules. Oh, and because he’s been away for work for almost two months, far too long without you.
“Fuck, I forget how good you are with that mouth of yours,” you hum at him, nails grazing against his scalp before they pull on his hair, your words doing wonders for his ego.
Namjoon can't let you forget him, so he licks his way down to your hole, which is dripping wet thanks to a mixture of your juices and his saliva. He's made a mess in the last half hour of eating you out like a man starved. His nose grazes against your clit while his tongue enters you, and it makes you arch your back and groan his name.
“Taste so fucking good, pretty,” he tells you on his way back to your swollen clit. “Never want to stop.”
“You'll have to, Joon,” you whine at him, grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull him away from your slit. His face droops with disappointment, but you quickly make it all better. “I really want to feel you.”
“You do, huh?” Namjoon gets up, his knees sore.
“I've missed you and your tongue and your cock so much,” you admit easily, peering deep into his eyes. Lust oozes from every smooth syllable that leaves your flawless mouth. God, he'll fill it up later while you stare up at him with teary eyes, and you'll thank him after swallowing.
“Now you have me, pretty. I’m all yours,” Namjoon reassures you, his voice dripping with affection. Fuck it, you probably already know he's crazy about you. He's texted you every day while away, asking if you're taking good care of his plants, but he just used them as an excuse to check on you. “Want me to give it to you?”
One nod from you is all it takes for him to slide in fully while he stands next to the bed between your spread legs. The second he bottoms out, Namjoon grunts and kicks his head back, wondering if you would hate him for blowing his load right away. It's been months of missing you, and he's so overwhelmed with the way you look, taste, and feel.
“Feels good?” you ask teasingly, even though he can hear the straining in your voice because you’re just as affected as he is by your bodies finally connecting. “Tight enough?”
“Like I’ve never been inside you before,” he hums, pulling out nearly all the way only to slide back in. Namjoon does it at least a dozen times, letting your plush walls adjust to him before fucking you the way he typically does—sharp and hard until you fall apart for him, then slow until he comes. “I forget how good you feel.”
“You'll have to have me more often then,” you add with a smirk and prop yourself up on your elbows. “Get used to me.”
Something inside him snaps when you say that so sweetly while looking at him like you want to eat him, eyes wandering over his body. That's when he starts fucking you faster, adjusting his hips to hit that spot just so he can bask in the way your eyes roll back. “Shit, right there!”
You moan and hiss but don't look away for a second, not even when Namjoon spits on your clit and starts rubbing it hard. Your face distorts with pleasure, but you seem determined to stare at him through the next orgasm, which he causes not long after—the combination of his thick cockhead rubbing against your g-spot and his fingers against your clit never fails.
“You're so good at this, Joonie,” you pant, walls fluttering around him. He moves his hand away from your crotch and tugs at your nipple gently, relishing the way you tighten around him. God, he wants to paint your tits with cum. “Give it to me so good every time...”
“Yeah? You take it so well,” he teases, imitating you once more because he enjoys the way you laugh at his antics. “You deserve it. So good and pretty for me. Want to touch and kiss all over.”
You start moaning so loudly he becomes dizzy from the surge of blood to his cock. Namjoon gets on top of you, damaged knees on the mattress, grabbing and lifting your ass so he can fuck into you. His mouth suckles on your neck, moaning into it, your pussy bringing him closer to his orgasm.
“Just like that, give it to me, Joon,” you encourage him, letting out groans with every thrust.
Namjoon can't take it any longer, his balls crying for release as your nails dig into his back and heels press into his ass. “Pretty, I'm—fuck—coming!”
All you have to say is “do it, baby” and he comes. Namjoon fills you up while making obscene noises against your neck, his forehead lying in the crook of it. “Damn, this feels perfect... Can’t get enough of you. I'm never pulling out.”
“Don't. I think it might fall off eventually, but you'll have a good time until then,” you joke. Both of you laugh, which causes his cock to slide out. “See? It's scared too.”
Namjoon thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen as he watches you giggle, face sticky from all the sweat, strands of baby hairs stuck to it. “You’re perfect, you know. I mean it.”
“Joon... You're full of compliments today,” you coo, knuckles gently caressing the side of his face that’s not pressed against your skin. “Want me to fall for you?”
He returns the affection, enjoying how you lean into his touch and hum, “A guy can hope, right?”
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↬ being an office worker is not bad. and your new job happens to confirm that; when it seems your first day couldn’t get any better, your new coworker comes up with an unexpected proposal. “unexpected” for you, but not for him. maybe you should have read the clause at end of your contract…
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ mature ( s )
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ staff accountant!jeon jungkook x finance manager!reader
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ↬ SMUT!, discussion of sex, sex in public place, oral sex (m receiving), deep throat, face fucking, dirty talk (jungkook seems shy but has a dirty mouth 🫢), light slapping, praising, some tension. an ounce of yoongi x reader 🤌🏻. mention of make x male action.
not entirely proof read, so please be aware of possible grammar mistakes :)
With a small sigh leaving your lips, you let yourself lean back in the black, leather chair, allowing your neck to crank over so you could admire the view behind you; immensely tall buildings stood proudly, making it almost impossible to catch a sight of greenery between the avenues. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel light hearted at the – what people would have considered – shallow, boring view.
Especially since you could see it from your brand new office, and although it was the first time you put foot inside of it, you felt like it was your second home already; your mind wandered on how you could decorate it, plants and art works scattered around the place, without straying too much from the image of the company. At least, that’s what one of your coworkers recommended you to do, along side a series of…interesting things.
Although you were too excited to enter your office to register what he was telling you. (You should have, perhaps.)
But how could you? The thrill of being the new finance manager of the SKim cosmetics was almost too unbearable for you. Reason why you immediately ran to your office, preferring to leave new acquaintances for last.
Much to your liking, the company was a launching, yet already successful, machine of cosmetics and fragrances that seemed to create a large profit everyday; even if you were writing your very first financial report of the day, you were pleasantly surprised to see how flourishing SKim was. And you were looking forward to see what it could have gave you too.
The immaculate silence of your office – only occasionally broken by your gentle taps on the keyboard – was suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door, making your curious eyes light up towards its direction.
You could see a faint silhouette through the glass door, and only when you squinted your eyes you realised that said figure belonged to a man. You saw him gently opening the door to enter, still hesitant, and that’s when you started gazing up and down his slender body, black slacks covering his legs while a white, slightly opened-button shirt hugged his chest. If it wasn’t for his black blazer, you would have noticed how thin the material of his shirt was – perky nipples protruding against it. Maybe you should have turned up the air conditioning.
“Excuse me,” he said, a frown appearing on his face when he saw you handing tons of papers in your hands. “I hope I’m not interrupting…”
You saw him lowering his gaze, a tight smile appearing on his face as if he was silently apologising. If you weren’t currently studying him in silence, he would have thought you were burning holes in his head by the way you were staring at him. In all honesty, you were just admiring the shininess of his black hair, that seemed to match the light of his doe eyes.
“Oh, no worries,” you shrugged him off, placing the papers on your desk. “I was just getting finished.”
At your words, that came kinder than you intended, his tight smile loosened, this time genuinely grinning at you.
“I’m sorry for the intrusion, really. But when I’ve heard we had a new finance manager in the company and their office was right attached to mine, I couldn’t help but come here to greet you personally!”
You watched him eagerly reaching up to you, walking closer to your desk while he extended a hand towards you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The tenderness of his voice was enough for you to take his hand into your own, shaking it with gentle, yet decisive force.
“It’s great to know you too, Mr Jeon. I’m Y/L/N Y/N. I expect to see you often around here since your office is next to mine, isn’t it?”
The man, whose name you learned was Jungkook, seemed to be happy about your question, his smile slightly turning into a smirk.
“I’m sure I will. I’m a Staff Accountant, so I’ll probably need your help when things become…stressful.”
You couldn’t miss the light chuckle he let out after he spoke, nor the way his eyes moved down your figure, stopping at where you hands met. Or at least that’s what you tried to believe – was it inappropriate to say you thought, even for just a second, that he was checking you out?
“Certainly, Mr Jeon. I’ll be happy to help wherever I could.” you simply stated. He left the grip on your hand, but his smile didn’t falter.
“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, and you chuckled alongside him. “And please, drop the formalities. No one calls me Mr Jeon, I’m one of the youngest here. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
You were expecting him to add a chuckle at the end of his words, but his expression turned serious in a matter of seconds, his hands now finding the pockets of his trousers. Perhaps it was the fact that you were sitting and he was standing tall in front of you, but you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by how firm his posture was. If it wasn’t for the small, probably not so conscious, pout on his lips, you would have found him overawing even.
“And if you have any question, don’t hesitate to ask me.” he said, and his serious demeanour changed back into a welcoming expression. “Maybe in front of a nice served lunch?”
“Oh, that would be lovely.” you told him with a smile. “But I already packed my lunch for today, can’t betray my homemade pasta. Maybe another time?”
“Ah, that’s a shame.” You watched as he frowned slightly at your words, recomposing almost immediately. “I hoped to ask your preferences as soon as possible, but next time will do.”
Your…what?
You tried not to show your confusion at his choice of words, but your expression failed you before you could stop it.
“My– sorry, my preferences, you said?”
“Yes?” he asked, as if he couldn’t understand the reason of your puzzlement. “If you prefer, you know…to fuck or to be fucked.”
…What?
“I…don’t understand?” Now you couldn’t hide the astonishment on your face, and unluckily for you, Jungkook seemed to notice that almost immediately.
“Didn’t the contract include the P2P? That’s impossible…” he mumbled to himself, but you were quick to interrupt him.
“P2P? What are you talking about?” you asked, almost too loudly, earning a surprised look from Jungkook.
“Y/N,” he called you in a serious tone. “Tell me you read the contract before signing it.”
Definitely, yes. You were always serious when it came to accepting new jobs – especially those who pay a great amount of money and give you ulterior benefits. But not even the most composed of workers could contain their excitement at the sight of multiple zeros in their pay checks, so who were you to not do the same thing?
Still, you should have probably kept reading instead of deliberately ignoring the rest of the contract. (The power of money, maybe.)
You didn’t realise you were holding a bewildered look on your face until your eyes met Jungkook, whose expression changed into a frown. You even heard him curse under his breath, but before you could say anything, he stopped you.
“That’s okay,” he stated “It’s not like I did it myself, the pay was enough for me to accept the job right away.”
He tried to comfort you somehow, stepping closer to where you were sitting. “I suppose I should fill you in some more, then.”
He took the liberty to sit on your desk, his body now much closer to yours while he explained what you did miss. Which was a lot.
“Our CEO recently adopted this new strategy– well, not recently, it was three years ago at least…” he ranted, and you smiled at his attempt to explain himself better “anyways, he thought of a new way to create a stronger bond between us coworkers. In different ways, depending on the situation of course.”
“And that’s called…P2P?” you asked him and he nodded in response.
“Peer to Peer therapy, yes. No labels, no boundaries, no shame. If you need anything, just go to your office neighbour and ask them to blow your back out. Or the other way around, if you prefer.”
“So no one is off limits?” you asked, and when he eagerly nodded you let out a sigh. Thank God you weren’t in a relationship.
“That’s what is stipulated in the contract. But please, keep in mind that even if you gave your total consent by signing up the contract, no one is allowed to do anything that you don’t want. They should always ask you first, the same goes for you when you’re the one who initiates. Consent and respect run this company, after all.”
His words, although he was repeating them like a previously written script, made you feel more at ease with the whole situation. Even if you couldn’t help the small, barely audible voice in your head that screamed ‘What the fuck?’ over and over.
You decided to ignore it for now.
“So basically I can walk to any coworker and ask them to fuck the stress out of me, that’s it?”
Jungkook chuckled at your crude words, dictated by the shock of his revelation. Again, that seemed more like your problem, since you were too much of a money chaser to even notice the most important thing in your contract.
“Pretty much, yes. And I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you. It won’t be hard since, you know…you’re quite beautiful.”
You couldn’t help the chuckle leaving your lips at his praise, shaking your head in disbelief. Were you sure that you weren’t just imagining to hear things? Were you really this horny or the sight of the man in front of you made your mind wander too much?
“You too?”
You didn’t know where you found the courage to ask that, although the tone of your voice was as playful and teasing as the expression on his face.
“I just might.” he admitted, staring into your eyes while his teeth played with his lower lip.
You stayed like that for a while, and you wondered if you should have remained sit or try this Peer to Peer therapy right away with him.
You decided to keep still, and Jungkook noticed it. “Ah well,” he said, getting up from your desk “I should probably go back to work now. If you need me…”
“I’ll come to you.” you continued, earning a smile from him.
“And so will I.”
With a playful wink and – what you recognised – his signature smirk, he exited your office. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your extremely, unholy thoughts.
No matter how much you tried to process it, you just couldn’t take in what just happened; but whatever you put yourself into, you decided not to waste your time at questioning if it was ethically right or not.
Maybe, you could have given it a try. Even if just for once.
Mr Jeon Jungkook seemed to leave a good impression on you. It was rather him or the absurdity of the situation he so eagerly explained to you. Yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about your previous encounter.
And now you were considering if you should have wasted the almost end of lunch break eating your still intact pasta, or maybe have a look around the other offices.
Thankfully, your stomach seemed to deny every form of food at that moment, while your head repeatedly told you to remain still and focused on your job. And your emotions – well, mostly the horniness – told you to take a better look at your work environment. Alas, your possibly hot coworkers.
Opting for throwing your lunch in a bin, you didn’t even bother to take your stuff with you before leaving your already beloved office.
And soon, you were met with a sight that competed with the one in front of your office; people walked, and ran, all around the place, phones and papers in their hands while wearing their elegant, yet casual attire that made them look more attractive for some reason. They moved so fast, almost not caring if they bumped against one another. And if they did, they simply excused and smiled at each other.
A smile that hid so much more behind it. You recognised it immediately because well…it was the same smile Jungkook gave you. Charming, anticipating, one of those smiles that leaves you with chills. And makes you crave more.
You took a better look at those who were sitting in their desks, their expression focused on their job, while some others chatted happily to one another. You even saw a pair eyeing each other from two different desks, and shamelessly getting up from their seats at the same time, fast heading to the same direction.
You unconsciously gulped at the thought of them going to find a private place to entertain themselves. But a small part of your brain thought you were maybe exaggerating; even if Jungkook mentioned how ordinary the whole P2P situation was, it didn’t mean everyone just had random sex every single day. Right?
You kept wandering around the place, curiously gazing inside some offices, and you realised how light the air was. As if everyone seemed genuinely happy to be at work.
But at the same time, you couldn’t help but occasionally feel a certain heaviness around you. Not in a bad way, which was why you were already addicted to it; were you too horny or when you entered the place, the very first time, you mindlessly ignored the smell of sex in the air?
The more you walked around, the more you realised the stares others were giving you; mostly because you were a new face, but you were aware it was because you were fascinating in their eyes.
‘I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you.’ Jungkook told you.
But was it really that easy? All you needed to do was just go to a random coworker and ask them to fuck?
The most deprived part of you was thrilled by the thought, but a more self-aware one stopped you from asking a total stranger to fuck the horniness out from your body.
Maybe you should have listened to Jungkook? Just go find him and ask for a hand, or something more?
Perhaps you could have waited if someone came to you instead? Rightfully hoping they were at least as hot as your office neighbour.
“Hey!” suddenly, you were startled by a loud call, later noticing an elegantly dressed man in front of you. Where the hell did he appear from?
And how the hell was he so incredibly handsome?
Even if he shouted, his voice was deep and dark, surprisingly matching with the feline shape of his black eyes. Every single one of his perfectly caved features reminded you of a cat, especially the blankness of his expression.
You didn’t try to hide your shameless staring, but for some reason he didn’t seem to notice. Wait, wasn’t he just calling out for you just a few seconds ago?
“Hey,” he called again, this time less loudly, and definitely not looking at you. But behind you, instead. “Jeon Jungkook.”
Maybe not.
You slightly widened your eyes when you recognised said name, and you immediately turned your head only to find the one and only Jungkook in front of you.
Although being called, he took a moment to look back at you, equally surprised but still thrilled by your presence. And his gaze was so intense that you completely missed the way the other man eyed between the two of you, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Yes, Yoongi hyung?” he acknowledged the other, who apparently was older than him.
The man named Yoongi sighed at Jungkook, the look on his eyes eager to dismiss him as soon as possible.
“Conference room 101. In–”
“In 15 minutes, I already know.” Jungkook continued and the other man seemed annoyed by his interruption. The youngest, however, didn’t seem to mind.
“Then try not to be late.” he suggested, although it seemed more like a proper command. “You wouldn’t do that after I came here personally to tell you, right?”
You heard him mumble some words in his breath, and you swore you heard him saying something about how incompetent his secretary was and how he was the one doing their work.
And as if his cold tone wasn’t enough, his eyes wandered again between Jungkook and you, but this time he took some more time to look at you. The term look was an understatement though, since he was scrutinising you, scanning you from head to toe.
And then, as if he grew bored of your presence, he walked off. Leaving you speechless.
If he wasn’t for the sound coming from Jungkook’s mouth, similar to a frustrated sigh, you would have remained frozen in your place.
“He’s terrifying, isn’t him?” he asked, and you turned to look at him. Your dumbfounded expression answered Jungkook’s question, and he nudged you with his elbow.
“Hey, at least you’re not the one who has to present a new financial project in front of Min Yoongi himself.” he tried to make you laugh, but by his face failed to hide his nervousness.
“Don’t tell me I just met the CEO of this company?” you asked, widening your eyes at the thought.
He smiled at your preoccupied tone, shaking his head. “Definitely not, he could have been, though. He has the looks for it. But he’s a Project Manager so he still has power here.”
You nodded at his words, silently releasing a deep breath after acknowledging he wasn’t the CEO, although he still held a lot of power.
“That’s why I’m a little anxious, to be honest. It’s not like I want to screw everything in front of him…or the others, for all that it matters.”
You saw him rubbing the nape of his neck, and you realised it was a sign that he was, in fact, really nervous. Your face softened when you noticed the distress on his face, his pout accentuating even more.
And in that moment, you wanted to do anything to make him feel better.
“Is there…do you want me to help you out?” you tried to find the right words, and you almost slapped your face at how desperate your tone was. As if you were asking him to help you out instead.
He widened his eyes at your question, blinking a few times as if he couldn’t believe your sudden change of behaviour.
“I…well, I guess it would be helpful if someone reviewed my papers, especially a finance manager but…”
“Uhm, yes…I believe I could,” you interrupted him “Although 15 minutes is a short amount of time.”
“Depends on the situation.” he said, the dark tone of his voice clearly hinting to something else.
“Such as?” you asked in the same tone, faking a pensive expression. He let out a soft but quick chuckle, his body walking closer to yours, almost touching you.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” he stated, and you felt unease while staring at his pitch black eyes.
“Mhm,” you wondered, fighting the urge to look away from his piercing gaze “that can be arranged…somehow.”
You were certain a lot of things would have happened on your first day of work; yet, you would have laughed out loud if someone told you you would have found yourself on your knees in an empty office, hands fidgeting with your coworker’s pants.
You would have indeed laughed out loud, if someone told you you would have been on your knees for someone as attractive as Jungkook, who happened to be your office neighbour.
“Fuck, okay” he grunted, seeing you eagerly trying to take his pants off. “Are you one hundred percent sure?”
You murmured a strings of curses while trying to strip him, his already hard bulge tightening the soft material of his trousers, making it harder for you to take it off. “I’m sure, Jungkook. Are you sure?” you asked as well, and he nodded as eagerly as you.
“Fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…”
“Then help me out, will you?” you gave him a teasing smile, and that was enough for him to quickly move his hands on his belt, while you started to palm his now rock hard cock.
“Shit, Y/N…” he moaned out and you pressed harder against him, urging him to lower his pants.
It didn’t take long before you were almost hit in the face by his long, hard cock – a sight you never knew you needed, but you definitely craved. You didn’t even realise your mouth was slightly open, admiring his cock in all its glory.
“Are you going to do something about it, baby?” this time, he was the one teasing you and you felt butterflies in your stomach when your eyes met his lustful, yet needy gaze.
You wanted to say something snarky at him, maybe even tease him without putting your mouth on him yet, but you had too little time for that. Other than you being too eager.
With your eyes still focused on his, you took his cock by the base, enjoying its heaviness and you immediately started to place kitten licks on the swollen head, savouring his meaty, yet already addicting taste. At the action, Jungkook threw his head back, hitting the wall behind him while his hand immediately found your hair.
You couldn’t help but leave mouth-opened kisses all over his length, one of your hands moving up and down in the meanwhile. Throaty whimpers left his mouth, and the sound, mixed with his taste, made you moan against him.
That was enough for him to buckle his hips against your mouth, a not-so gentle invitation to put him inside you. And who were you to deny him? You already lost all the safe control you gathered during your life as soon as he pushed you inside the empty office.
So, without wasting time, you spit on the head, allowing your mouth to invite his cock inside, moving lower, and lower, and lower. You tried to fight the urge to choke on him, too focused on taking him till the hilt.
And till the hilt you took him, making him moan out loud in pleasure.
“Oh fuck! I wasn’t expecting th– fuck, you’re so good…”
The way you bobbed your head up and down in concentration made Jungkook’s body go on fire; you could sense it by the way his thighs shook, by how tight his grip on your hair was and how loud his grunts and whimpers were.
“Fuck that’s it, baby…suck me off like that.” he said, slightly fucking into your mouth, earning a whine from you. “Shit, you liked that baby? You want me to fuck your mouth?”
You nodded against him, and he harshly grabbed you by the hair before making you look at him. Your eyes widened at his fucked out expression, his hair now messy and face covered in sweat, the redness of his cheeks trailing down his neck. He looked absolutely ravishing. Absolutely perfect.
“Look at me when I fuck your mouth.” he ordered, and you were too quick at obeying him. “Don’t fucking–” he interrupted, slightly slapping your cheek “look away, got it?”
You immediately nodded, biting your lower lip and he groaned. “My good girl.”
And just like that, he bucked his hips against your mouth, his cock now finding home inside you once again while you worked on him. His thrusts were as harsh as the grip on your hair, and you barely managed to breath through your nose. But it felt so fucking good. And it aroused you to no end. Especially hearing the sound of his loud moans echoing in the empty office, mixed with the wetness of your mouth in contact with his cock.
“Fuck, you’re really going for it, huh?” he grunted, interrupted by a strings of curses. “Sucking me off like the meeting starts in five minutes…fuck!”
You expertly swirled your tongue around his length, the wet sounds mixing with his dirty words, making you fastening your movements.
“Fuck yes, take it…take it, baby.” you looked up at his face, and noticed his eyes were half closed, his pouty mouth open in ecstasy and sweat glowing on his face.
Just hearing the soft, yet desperate sounds coming from his lips made you shiver, feeling a sense of heat pervading the area between your thighs.
You couldn’t possibly have expected him to have such a dirty mouth, his crude words urging you to please him as much as you could. You knew he was doing it so he could have reached his high as fast as possible, but a little part of you hoped that his preasing was sincere.
“Such a good girl,” he moaned, faltering his movements, a sign the he was about to finish.
“My.Good.Girl.” he punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, making you choke against him while your hand found his balls. All you needed to do was toy with them a little, before he stopped his movements, his thighs shaking in utter pleasure.
You realised it was your moment to show how much you truly wanted to help him, your head bobbing up and down his length as if the sinful action was enough to distress him.
“Yes, yes, yesyesyes– suck me off like this, fuck you’re so fucking good yes!”
It ended up being more than enough, because you only needed to move your head even faster, your tongue slightly playing with his frenulum, while your hands pressed against his balls.
“Fuck– yeah, I’m gonna– I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” And you heard him hiss in pleasure, his borderline pornographic moans getting louder while he exploded into your warm, welcoming mouth.
You felt him trying to slightly push your head away, some part of him wanting to paint your face white instead, but manly because you just kept going on. Relentlessly licking him clean and swallowing his seed as if he was the most delicious of meals. (Well, he probably was.)
He noticed the tears slowly flowing down your cheeks, knowing for certain that his cock might have left your throat bruised. Not that you didn’t like it, of course. You would have done it again if that meant seeing Jungkook in such a desperate state.
“Okay baby, fuck, fuck– Y/N!” he called your name when he realised you just kept going, his cock now soft in your mouth while you overstimulated him. “Shit, I’m so sensitive…”
You heard him whimper, and your movements finally came to a stop, letting his meaty length leave your mouth. You watched him trying to catch his breath, his chest moving in haste while his head was thrown aback. And you couldn’t help but smile when you noticed a playful smirk on his fucked out face; now more than ever, he looked amazing.
“And you are amazing.” he admitted, and only when he said that you realised you just pronounced your thoughts out loud.
“You’re actually–” you stopped to clean up the sides of your mouth with the palm of your hands – “the first one to tell me that.”
“In this company? Well, I’m glad about that.” he joked sarcastically, and you shook your head with a smirk on your face.
“Yeah, you should feel lucky.” you played along, and he smiled in genuineness while he fixed his pants and shirt.
“I certainly am,” he admitted “might feel a little jealous that someone is going to experience such a mind blowing head from you though.”
You laughed at his words, watching as his eyes glowed in what seemed pure admiration. Or maybe it was still the haze of his previous orgasm.
“Unless…I decide to gatekeep you and have you all by myself.” he whispered, one of his hands reaching up to your hip, making your body slightly press against his.
“Maybe I’ll let you do it,” you wondered “or maybe I should play with you however I want instead.” you added the last part with a whisper, your mouth dangerously close to his ear. If it wasn’t for the sudden closeness, you wouldn’t have realised the piercing hole on his ear, the thought of him wearing it making you crave him even more.
“Fuck…” he licked his lips at your words, his eyes never leaving yours, curiously watching you as you looked down on your watch.
“Didn’t you have a meeting five minutes ago?” you bluntly asked, tilting your head as if you forgot it; of course you didn’t forget the reason why you were in your knees for him just a few minutes before.
“Fuck– What?!” he exclaimed, and the panic on his face made you shamelessly burst into laughter. “Fuckfuckfuck, where is it?”
He left his grip on you, moving around the near-by table, searching for the project he had to present. You heard him exclaim a “Here it is!” before seeing him rushing to the door. His movements, however, stopped suddenly just after his hand found the knob, and turned around to look at you.
“I–” he stopped, and you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue “Thank you, Y/N. Just…thank you, I really owe you one.”
And although his tone was different, more sincere and kinder than his previous teasing one, you couldn’t help but feel tingles all over your body.
You shrugged him off by giving him a smile and dismissing wave of your hand, and he nodded in appreciation before trying to open the door, struggling to do so.
“You locked it, Jungkook.” you slightly chuckled and he groaned in frustration.
“Fuck, Yoongi hyung is going to kill me…” he mumbled and you rolled your eyes at his dramatics.
You saw him toying with the key, finally opening the door in a quick motion. He checked himself one more time, and when he realised he had everything he needed with him – other than checking if he didn’t look like he just received head – he gave you another thankful look.
“Talk to you soon.” he simply said, and you gave him a motivational smile, trying to making him feel more at ease.
“See you later, Jungkook.” you smiled at him “and if Yoongi gets mad by your delay, just offer him a blowjob.”
You joked, but the black-haired man had no time to react, opting for running towards the Conference Room where he was so longingly awaited.
While you, well…you couldn’t still process what just happened – the only things confirming it were your ruined makeup and the aftertaste of his cum on your mouth. In other situations, you would have felt ashamed, perhaps. But now you were aroused, and every single part of you shivered in anticipation.
You knew accepting this job was a good affair. And now more than ever, you couldn’t wait to see what it would give you further.
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“Aw, why not? Are you underestimating me because I’m a girl? That’s seriously fucked up!” Jungkook gives the punching bag one more jab before stepping back and exhaling deeply.
You were sitting idly on a bench, arms crossed as you watched Jungkook work through his usual gym schedule. He had a match coming up soon and if he didn’t have any time to hang out with you, you might as well show support by watching him practice.
Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead. He was wearing a loose pair of gym shorts and he had ditched his shirt about an hour ago. As you watch him from the bench, you can’t help admiring your friend. He always had a passion for working out but he didn’t seriously get into boxing until maybe a year and a half ago. He’d grown so much since then. And not just emotionally.
Not only was he more confident but he was fucking built. He had delicious, golden washboard abs that you practically drooled over while watching him exercise. Literally. You could feel your mouth watering as his abdomen tensed and untensed with each punch to the punching bag, sweat dripping down his body, pecks jiggling-
“Ah, don’t put words in my mouth. It’s not because you’re a girl. It’s because, I don’t know, you have absolutely no prior boxing experience?” Jungkook rolls his eyes and unstraps his boxing gloves, an incredulous look on his face. His lips were parted and he was still breathing heavily from the intense workout.
t a g s : possessive behavior, jealous sex, toxic jk!, reader’s a freak, college setting, car sex, exhibitionism, mentioned recording, creampies, y’all low key not good for each other, sneaky link!jk, degradation, dirty talk, reader’s on her hot girl shit, slight cum play
s u m m a r y : you’re both exclusive only to each other. jungkook fucks the way he acts—crazy, hard. too bad you’re only here for the ride..
w o r d c o u n t : 2 k
It’s another Netflix and chill situation, you’re not so sure why you keep coming around. Not because you felt some way or anything, it was just that you had class early in the morning. You couldn’t afford to go sleep deprived, more than you were anyways.
“Ride it good baby,” Jungkook licked his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly, “just like that.” He purred softly.
He used his hands to guide your movements making you bounce at a slow and steady pace. Quiet moans and sighs escaped your lips, your mouth watering from the feeling his thick cock sliding against that special spot inside of you. At this rate you could cum from this slow pace, his cock was more than enough to get you there.
pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 9.1k / genre: smut (NSFW, 18+)
summary: you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.
but there’s only so much you can resist park jimin, especially once he gets that peach involved.
warnings: sexually explicit content, Jimin being completely shameless/a lowkey ho, messy peach eating, mentions of masturbation, oral sex (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex, multiple orgasms (f), dirty talk and some cursing, hmm I think that’s it?
a/n: I was so close to calling this ‘jimin and the f*cking peach’ as some terrible homage to ‘james and the giant peach’ 😂🤧 as always I would like to thank @hobi-gif for beta reading this, putting up with me having a meltdown at her, and encouraging me to write smut at work rather than doing my job, ty queen xoxo
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It’s official. Park Jimin is the neighbour from hell.
He’d tricked you, to start with. With those cherubic features, those doe eyes, and his cute little smile? He looks like an angel. A sweet, innocent angel, one who’d knocked shyly on your door and presented you with a small selection of chocolates when he’d moved into the apartment next to yours. Your heart had gone boom boom at the sight of that cute smile, the slip of teeth, the way his lovely face had scrunched up.
Nowadays, whenever you see that face, you want to punch it.
Well. Not punch it. Maybe slap it a little. Because Park Jimin is a fiend.
