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smut (s) angst (a) fluff (f) all works are 18+  | au drabbles & requests always open | about me 

im kinda new to this so lower ur expectations lmfao | please read all warnings! some of this content isnt suitable for everyone

➭ death valley (s) (a) edgy!au gang!au rocker!au | ot7 x reader - COMPLETE

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

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➭ nexus (s) (a) casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au | ot7 x reader - IN PROGRESS

a shocking murder prompts a corrupt detective to insert himself within your elite circle of friends. behind the bright casino lights lies a twisted web of dangerous alliances, illicit affairs, all driven by an insatiable lust for power. play your cards right and you might survive. but even if you get lucky, the house always wins

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➭ placebo (s) (a) (f) soulmate!au science!au vigilanteau | jimin x reader, namjoon x reader - IN PROGRESS

you're assigned a soulmate backed by science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. he’s nothing like you would expect, but you try and fall in love - only to find it was just a placebo

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➭ sour candy (s) (d) coming soon

he’s sour candy. so sweet till he gets a little angry.

you wake up in the back of a cab with no memory of the last month, and a bag full of pills. someone is after you, and you don’t know who or why.

➭ street rat (s) (d) coming soon

he’s the type of guy who’d do anything for quick cash. lie, cheat, steal - you name it. lovers have tried to change him & deep down he knows he should. until he meets someone who likes him just the way he is: dangerous, sleazy, greedy.

➭ fuck me forever (s) college!au fwb!au pwp | jungkook x reader - COMPLETE

you’re trying to study but kookie wants to play. really bad.

scenarios: someone wants to ask you on a date | you start dating someone else |

drabbles: he sees you flirting at a college party | fuck me better ft. kth

like manipulation fics? try these!

➭ touch me wherever (s) loss-of-innocence!au pwp | jungkook x reader - COMPLETE

jungkook wants to touch you and he can’t hold back

scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia | when your tits ache and he helps

drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you | soaked n’ slippery

like needy!kook fics? try these!

death valley (m) | part 1

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

I wanna see your animal side. Let it all out. I wanna see the dirt under your skin. Need your broken promises.

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: stranger!taehyung x reader, songwriter!hobi x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader

genre: smut, mystery, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au, eventual yandere

wordcount: 7.8k

warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, light smacking, scratching, spitting, etc), toxic behavior, power dynamics, heavy drug abuse, penetrative sex, exhibitionism, gunshots (sounds, no one gets shot), traumatic themes, mentions of police, blackmail, degradation, whiny/horny reader, tittie fuck, oral sex (f and m receiving), 69ing, implied prostitution, every yoongi moment seems like its fresh out of a kdrama lol dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, dom!hobi, switch!reader

(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution!

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

You hear the bass pounding through the speaker system at Jimin’s penthouse apartment. It was exactly what you would expect from a young star like him. Posters of famous artists classily displayed in a neat row across the wall, records on display, awards and guitars pretty much everywhere. On the table were empty bottles, crumbled up wads of rolling paper, pills of various shapes and sizes. 

Next to it was a sleek white couch where you find yourself, gripping onto the backrest tightly, your skirt lifted and panties down at your wobbling knees, barely able to hold yourself up. 

You bit back a smile at how easily you could tell Jimin was a guitarist. The callouses on his fingers were a dead giveaway as they molded the skin of your ass. You felt his throbbing, hot cockhead against you every now and then, causing your legs to spread even more in anticipation. 

You hear him spit into his hand before then cupping your core, painfully dragging two fingers down your folds. He pulled your sides open and watched the glistening mess that decorated your cunt. The next thing you knew his cock was pushing into you. He was not slow, not caring as you winced at the sudden intrusion. You heard him let out a low groan, harshly jerking your hips back so that he could fit in as far as possible. 

Jimin had demanded you start taking birth control, giving you his black card to keep & pay for expenses. You thought it was kind of funny, he was hellbent that you two had protection but did not want to use a condom no matter what. Hypocrite. You thought to yourself. 

“Pussy so fucking tight SHIT” He pounded into you, moving your hips back as he flexed his forward, watching the way your breasts were bouncing under you at the impact. One of his hands snuck up to grab the back of your neck, holding himself steady while the other reached out to grab his joint. 

You rolled your eyes, pussy clenching as you waited for him to take a hit. You were glad that he only ever took you from behind now. Looking into those shot eyes would have just made you feel pathetic. 

He never kissed you. He never touched you with any care at all. You honestly weren’t even sure why you kept showing up. At first it had been exciting. Park Jimin wanted to hook up with you. But you didn’t realize just how horny this guy was. By now you’d done him in more places than you’d ever care to admit. 

He cursed out as he came inside you, a feeling you were still trying to get used  to. Not a virgin in the slightest, you had always made them pull out. Then again, usually you were calling the shots. But not here. Not with the famous rockstar Park Jimin. He pulls out and smacks your ass one last time, causing you to collapse into the couch. 

“How do you still feel so damn good baby girl?” He chuckles, watching you weakly try to compose yourself. He tosses a few pills at you. “Try this”

You failed to catch them and they landed across your lap. You shook your head. “I’m good thanks” Jimin pulled his sweatpants back on. 

“Just try it. They’re painkillers. You’ll feel amazing” You snorted in amusement. You could see the irritation in his reddened eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and scoffed, looking away from you momentarily. “The fuck you think you are saying no to me huh? Take the damn pills slut”

“Painkillers my ass” You fixed yourself up quickly, grabbing your purse and trying to make way for the exit. Jimin grabbed your wrist tightly before you could leave. 

“Wait...take this...it’s windy out” He threw something towards your face. You caught it, realizing it was his leather jacket. You simply dropped it onto the floor flipping him off in the process. 

“Wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything of yours” You said scornfully. Jimin opened his mouth to retaliate but you were already gone. 

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh. At times you couldn’t believe you used to idolize this guy so much. Sure he was dripping sex, but you had never met someone whos personality was so spoilt and bratty. Even at work, you dreaded the days where Jimin would come in to record. He would always be so condescending, acting like everyone else knew absolutely nothing about music. 

You asked Hobi, the assistant producer and head songwriter working on his album, if you could be reassigned to a different project. When Jimin heard, he hadn’t taken it well at all. He stormed the hallway and made it to the conference room where you and your colleague Namjoon were eating lunch. 

He didn’t spare a glance at Namjoon, just snapped his fingers at you and motioned for you to come outside. Once he had you to himself, he went off.

“Why’d you move projects?”

“Because you’re an asshole and I don’t want to work with you. Why do you even care?”

Jimin cracked his knuckles, “Bitch” He gritted angrily, “You have a lot of fucking audacity complaining about me like that. What do you think huh? You think your fucking company is gonna protect you from me?”

“And why shouldn’t she think that?” You spun around to see the head producer, Min Yoongi, holding his clipboard as always as he walked towards the two of you. Ever since the day you had joined the company, you had been absolutely starstruck by Min Yoongi. He was just so...you couldn’t even put a finger on it. 

Seeing him made your whole body tremble in excitement. When he looked at you with those pretty eyes of his, you would feel breathless. He always looked insanely hot at work, wearing a partially unbuttoned dress shirt with his fucking jewelry, chains, rings and earrings that you thought were the hottest things ever. You could tell that behind those silk shirts there was a tattoo on his back, one you could only dream of seeing when you pleased yourself at night. He did not give a single fuck about anything, it was so blatantly clear. He was an enigma, and you were obsessed. 

He stood front of you, glaring at Jimin. “Do we have a problem here?”

Jimin laughed darkly, shaking his head and cursing under his breath before walking away from the scene. Yoongi turned to you.

“You okay?” He was a man of few words, this was honestly the most of a reaction you had ever seen from him. It had you riled up. You gulped and nodded. Seeing your response, he simply left you there. 

That’s how it always went. He’d always just leave you. Speechless. Unable to breathe or comprehend anything. 

You returned to the conference room where your fellow intern Namjoon have you a curious look. You shook it off, indicating that it wasn’t worth explaining. 

“You coming to Death Valley tonight?” Namjoon asked. 

Death Valley. You shuddered thinking about the last time you had visited that grunge hotspot. It would be far too soon if you ever stepped foot in there again. 

“I have a rematch with Jin” He twirled the straw in his drink, watching as the ice cubes sloshed around. “I’d love it if you’d come watch” He smiled. He was goddamn adorable, you couldn’t even say no. “I invited Hobi too, so you won’t be by yourself this time”

You gave him a fake smile, remembering darkly how very much not alone you had been at your first fight. The sound of the gunshot so close to you still had you waking up in a cold sweat. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, when you found a certain Jeon Jungkook tied up. You had no idea what to do with the knowledge you acquired that night- that there was some big betting and game fixing going on. Someone really needed Namjoon to loose, and clearly was willing to go to many lengths to make that happen. 

As you watched your friendly coworker go onto explain how he had been preparing for the fight, you couldn’t help the way your heart clenched with worry. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. He was too pure. He didn’t deserve to get caught up and hurt because of some illegal shit that had nothing to do with either of you. 

Jeon Jungkook. He would have the answers. He would be able to explain what all you had seen. Trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to. The strange blue-haired hottie’s words came back to you. The fuck does that even mean?

"Hey do you know someone named Jeon Jungkook?” You asked Namjoon, interrupting his story. It was worth a shot. His eyes dilated with familiarity. 

“Jungkook? Yeah! He’s my dealer” Namjoon said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “Really nice kid. Fucking ripped too. Surprised he doesn’t fight to be honest. Why? Buying something from him?”

You pursed your lips, pushing your phone towards him, “Can you give me his phone number?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows, “He doesn’t keep one consistent phone...cuz you know...dealing...but I have his burner’s number yeah”

Jungkook had been surprised to receive your call, begging him to not mess with Namjoon’s fight. “Jesus Y/n, I didn’t do anything last time and I won’t this time either chill the fuck out”

You felt a surge of relief, “Thank you thank you thank you”

He chuckled softly over the speaker, “Will you be coming out to watch?” pausing momentarily before adding “I’d...love to see you again for a bit if you are” You could somehow hear him blush, imagining his adorable face, making you grin. You licked your lips...you missed that little brat and his big cock. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there”

-

Death Valley. You honestly didn’t know if you would come out alive once you stepped inside. The music was comforting, and the crowd was energetic, but you found yourself feeling nothing but dread as you walked into the edgy dive bar. 

You took a deep breath as you went to the back hall, knowing that behind the door fresh air was nonexistent and whatever would happen would probably be absolutely mind numbingly insane. You were scared shitless, but the thrill in your veins pushed you to open the door. 

The chanting gave you goosebumps. You didn’t know how much time was left before the fight would start, and you needed to know that Namjoon was going to be safe. You pushed through the crowd, searching for the door to the back rooms. You felt dizzy as you found yourself turning in circles, lost in the sea of people. 

You felt a soft hand on your waist. 

“Jacket girl!” You turned to find yourself face to face with Taehyung. The crowd pushed back so that Taehyung had you pressed up against him. He steadied his balance on you. You made a face. You didn’t have a good reason not to like this guy, he had been decent enough to you, but somehow you just got a bad vibe. 

He didn’t seem high at all, his eyes intense but sober. No cigarette, nothing. “Looking for Jungkook?” You felt the hairs on your neck stand. You looked around, hoping to get a glimpse of his blue highlights but he was nowhere to be found.

“What time did he say he would meet you?” Taehyung inquired helpfully, noticing your unease. 

“He didn’t really say a time...” You muttered, checking your phone. You dialed his number but his phone came up turned off. “Fuck”

Suddenly the echoes of booming cheers seemed to shake through the walls. Taehyung grinned, “Looks like the fight started” His eyes flashed at you and you immediately felt like something was seriously off, “Jungkook might be running late. Wanna just go watch? He’ll call you when he gets here I’m sure”

You gulped. You wanted to see Jungkook, for Namjoon’s sake but also, for your own sake. You had dolled up just for him, taking a little extra care in selecting your underwear. You pouted slightly realizing that your efforts would be going to waste. 

“Come on jacket girl. Let’s go have some fun” Taehyung winked at you. The noise was suffocatingly loud. You subconsciously gripped Taehyung’s sleeve to ensure you didn’t lose him as he lead you towards the balcony. There were no open seats, but Taehyung walked up to a few people and whispered something. You watched as they became petrified and quickly scurried off, leaving a good amount of room for you and him to watch the fight. Someone behind him offered him a cigarette which he declined.

“You don’t smoke?” You asked him, focusing your attention to the ring where Namjoon and Jin were circling each other, not quite doing much yet. 

“Nah not really” He chuckled, tilting his head in amusement, “But I might if a pretty girl asked me too”

Finally Jin dove in for a punch, and you pursed your lips, mentally cheering Namjoon on as he dodged the hit. 

“Aw, you think I’m pretty? Gee thanks haven’t heard that one before”

“Can I ask you something jacket girl?” He leaned close to you, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks. You hummed in agreement, “What’s your name?”

Jin landed a harsh blow, sending Namjoon flying into the restraints. Namjoon jumped back up and ran towards Jin, but Jin quickly dodged him, catching him in a headlock and pushing him onto the floor. 

You smirked, meeting Taehyung’s flirty eyes briefly, “Why?”

He licked his lips, “I wanna know who’s name I’m gonna be moaning in about” Taehyung pretended to check his watch. You couldn’t help but notice the expensive piece-- it made you wonder what exactly Taehyung must do for a living. “Five minutes” His breath was hot against your ears, sending shivers down your spine. 

He suddenly grasped your wrist and pulled you to the back of the arena, behind the backs of the rowdy crowd. He harshly pressed you up against a wall, and you clenched your eyes shut as he brought his mouth to yours, moaning into you. His movements desperate, like he had been holding himself back. It was refreshing to taste him. Unlike Jimin and Jungkook who tasted bitter because of their smoked out lips, Taehyung was a refreshing minty flavor. You inhaled him more, enjoying the normalcy of the feeling. It was almost humbling. 

He cupped your face, kissing you sensually as your bodies rolled against one another, matching the rhythms of the pounding heard from the arena. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and he looked almost dazed, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored your taste. 

“Taehyung” You panted, reaching down to fiddle with the waistline of his pants, “Fuck take this off” You whispered. You felt his lips curl into a smile as he continued to place chaste kisses to your swelling lips. 

There was very little light where you were, far behind the large light poles that shone down on the crowd. No one was looking, and the noise was far too loud for anyone to hear you, but the clear view of people right out in the open had your thighs trembling with excitement.

“Relax. We’ve got all the time in the world” You noticed Taehyung check his watch before refocusing onto his kisses. You clenched your eyes shut, face heating from the sound of your lips smacking against him, as your tongues messily wrestled each other.

To your surprise he slowly dropped to his knees. “Is this okay?” He barely let his finger reach for your jeans zipper. You internally screamed in excitement, knowing that at least someone was going to see the lingerie you had on, even if it wasn’t the guy you were hoping for. 

“Eating a girl out first. Consent. Damn is it my fucking birthday” You joked. Taehyung smiled softly, tugging your pants down and kissing your exposed skin as it revealed itself. His eyes were shut, lips wet and burning as they trailed down until he reached your knees. 

You watched in amusement as he opened his eyes, immediately shocked at what was in front of him. You had a sleek little cage garter over a black thong. Nothing too fancy, but Taehyung was almost drooling. He stumbled back momentarily. 

“Wow” He whispered under his breath, “All this for a fucking street rat like Jungkook” You squinted at his statement, but decided not to question it. He traced the garter with his fingers before kissing your thighs. 

You ran a hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful and moaning out as he tugged off the garter belt with his teeth and then your thong with it. He shifted himself so that his hands gripped the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart as you leaned back onto the cold concrete wall.

“Taehyung” You whined. “If you’re gonna do it just do it fuck” You jerked your hips, his teasing getting far too overwhelming for you. 

“Relax baby...wanna savor this” He groaned, his deep voice vibrating into you, causing your pussy to leak even more. You tugged his hair impatiently.

Taehyung played along, working his tongue into your heat. He let the tip of his tongue glide agonizingly slow, before looking dead into your eyes as he curled his tongue in, lapping you up like a puppy. Your mouth parted, mesmerized by his eyes beneath you. It was such a power trip, you felt adrenaline rush through you as you stroked his hair affectionately. 

He pursed his lips, kissing your sweet cunt before jutting his tongue back inside you. He bobbed his head as he rolled his tongue around, savoring your juices, stretching you out. 

You felt your legs tremble as he picked up his pace, drinking you for everything you were worth. His grip tightened on your knees and you squealed, tilting your head back. 

He stopped, moving his kisses up to your stomach, pushing up the fabric of your top as he slowly got up. He pulled it off, revealing the equally tantalizing bra you had on. He whined at the sight. 

“Holy shitttt” His hands grabbed at you like you were a present waiting to be unwrapped. He practically tore the garment off of you, leaving you completely naked. 

“You’re a fucking goddess” He mumbled softly, nipping at your breasts. You tugged on his shirt and he raised his arms, allowing you to pull it off of him. You ran your hands all over his chest, feeling his toned muscles and soft, scorching hot skin. You let your nails drag along his back as you wrapped your arms around him. He squeezed your ass, grinding into you slightly. You felt his plump erection painfully resisting the fabric of his jeans as he rutted into you. 

It occurred to you that all it would take was one person turning around to catch you both at any moment. Maybe a crowd would gather. Maybe they would start filming you. Just stand around and watch you whine like a bitch as Taehyung did with you as he pleased. Fuck. You trembled, feeling flush all over at the prospect.

He groped your ass sensually, kissing your neck all over while you whimpered, letting soft little moans fill the space.  You reached down to unbutton his pants, and he smirked at your desperation. 

“You ready?” He whispered, looking at you darkly, “You want my cock huh?” He clicked his tongue, almost laughing at you. His change in demeanor gave you goosebumps as he yanked his pants down slightly and flipped you around, pressing your arms above your head with one had, allowing the other stroke his freed length. You pouted, wishing you could have seen how big it was, but you felt it soon enough.

He slapped his rigid cock against your ass a few times before lining it up with your soaked lips. 

He pushed into you, and your eyes almost bulged. He seemed never ending as his thickness continued to push further and further into you. You screamed out, clenching your fists above your head and digging your nails into yourself to try to numb the pain. He took his free hand to clench your breast, rolling your nubs between his fingers softly as he began to move.

He let his cock drag out of your core all the way. Your eyes were shut, focused on the almost dizzying sensation of him. He then thrusted back into you harshly and you yelped out. He repeated this, setting a rhythm to his movements before burying his face into the side of your neck.

“So fucking pretty like this” He whispered, hot lips pressed against your ears, sending waves of electric heat through your body as he continued to steadily thrust into you. “God you’re so tight babe. So fucking tight.” 

He kissed your cheek, nipping you slightly, making you giggle. His face was so incredibly close to yours, it was weirdly intimate. Almost as if he was making love to you. You let his fingers slide between yours as he continued to hold your hands above you, enjoying the feeling of his hand grasping yours with such care but desperation. 

He released your breast to snake his other hand down to rub your clit, pushing his finger in light circles to try to get you writhing under him. He tugged on your ear with the edge of his teeth, “You’re gonna cum aren’t you..fuck I can tell. Getting so fucking drenched for me. God you’re so hot Y/n. So fucking hot”

You were so fucked out you couldn’t even think. You were a moaning mess at this point. Taehyung was hammering into you, his size still stinging but the sensation overwhelmed you to the point where it didn’t matter. 

“Taehyung. Taehyung” You groaned incoherently, face pressing against the wall. His face was right next to you now, cheek pressed up against you. Your bodies were hot, sweating. It was filthy. Out in the open fucking like dogs. He sucked on your neck, hitting a place that had you unraveling at the seams. You screamed out, orgasm suffocating you in pleasure. 

“Fuck yes. Right there...r..right there yeah just like that” Your pussy dripped all over Taehyung, tightening down hard on him as he continued to push in and out of you.

Taehyung exhaled, feeling your cunt almost sucking on him. “That’s it baby cum all over me” He thrusted harshly, kissing your neck, “You’re so fucking wet” He gasped feeling his cock twitch, “So perfect for me fuck” You were so tight around him he was falling apart, “Mm gonna cum” He thrusted again voice  panicking as he lost control of himself “Holy shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Y/n, fuck” He pulled out quickly, cumming all over your ass.

He collapsed onto your back, hugging you to him tightly. He kissed your back a few more times, lingering slightly before letting you go. He grabs your clothes off of the ground, handing them to you politely. 

He checks his watch again, and sighs in relief. As he pulls his jeans back up, you can’t help but notice a slight shine coming from something sticking out of his back pocket. Does he have...

Suddenly the lights go out. You hear a symphony of shocked cries. Taehyung reaches out for you quickly. You heard gun shots in the far distance and the two of your crouch down. “Fuck” You heard Taehyung mumble. 

Your heart is racing. Taehyung quickly pulls you with him, finding a door and pushing you through. The panicked crowd begins to guide themselves out the main exit through their screen lights. Namjoon. Is Namjoon okay? You could no longer see the ring. You heard a click and watched as Taehyung kissed your forehead one final time. He looked angry.

“Sorry. I gotta go. Get to the back room” He gulped, “Fast” You nodded, watching as he took off, the item you had seen no longer in his pocket. 

You tried to steady your breathing, turning your phone’s flashlight on to be safe. You closed your eyes, trying to replay the pleasure you felt just minutes earlier. Suddenly your blood ran cold.

You never told Taehyung your name. But he...he had moaned it. Hadn’t he? 

You quickly dialed the only safe number you could think of, pressing the phone to your ear as your wrist trembled in fear. 

“Hobi? Where are you?” Your voice was trembling. “W...what was that noise?? Where’s Namjoon? I’m scared Hobi” 

“Hey...” Hobi’s voice was soothing and calm. You blinked your tears, “Sssh. It’s okay. Namjoon is fine. Stay put okay, it’ll be over soon. I’ll find you”

“Are you with him?” Your heart was racing.

“No. But no one got hurt Y/n I promise, it was just a warning. Stupid gangs trying to scare each other. Just stay put” You gulped.

“O...okay. Thanks”

“Don’t cry. Everything’s okay. You’re okay” You hung up. 

Taehyung had a gun. Taehyung knew your name this whole time. Taehyung knew you were here to see Jungkook. Jungkook wasn’t here. You shivered in discomfort. 

You reached into your purse, where you had stashed a few of Jimin’s pills for a rainy day. You picked out one that looked the least intimidating and inspected it carefully. Not the most educated about your drugs, you internally prayed that it was some kind of sedative, swallowing it. 

Within minutes you found yourself feeling bolder. You gathered your things, carefully maneuvering back into the main arena. You crouched down, climbing the steps on all fours, ignoring the rough dust that met your palms.

You hear voices, but you can’t quite decipher what’s being said. You slowly open the door, careful not to draw any attention to yourself and slip through silently. 

You squint in the darkness towards the arena. It was still pitch dark, but your eyes immediately were drawn to a flashlight in the ring. 

Your heart dropped. Laying out on the ground with a foot pressed down against their face was Namjoon. You could see his eyes clenched shut and his body was trembling. You wanted to scream for help but then you saw a gun in the hand of whoever was holding the flashlight.

You couldn’t see their face, but you could tell it was a man. They said nothing, simply tilted Namjoon’s chin with their foot and laughed sinisterly. You winced as you watched the foot stepped on his neck. You could hear Namjoon cry out in pain. The man retracted his foot then, seeming satisfied. 

The flashlight seemed to move away towards the exit. You held your breath, waiting till you heard the close of the door. You were breathing heavily, unsure if it was the pill you took or how scared you were. You could hear Namjoon whimpering and it broke your heart. 

You finally garnered the courage to turn your flashlight on. You carefully try to find the way down to the ring, keeping an ear out for any intruders. 

“Namjoon!” Once he’s well in sight you run towards him, dropping to your knees by his side. His face was beat up and bruised. He had blood trickling down his forehead. “Oh my god Namjoon”

“Y/n!?” You heard another voice and froze. You turned, shining your flashlight around until you landed on Hobi. You sighed with relief, wiping your tears.

“Hobi. Fuck, he’s hurt. We gotta help him.” Hobi nodded and made his way to you guys. In the meanwhile you grabbed some band aids from your bag. Won’t do much but it’ll stop the bleeding. You leaned over him to set a bandaid onto his cut face. You let your thumbs lightly apply pressure and Namjoon grunted in pain. “Namjoon, can you move?” He shook his head. You took a careful look at his eyes. They were absolutely blown out. He’s on something. Something bad. 

“Hobi!” You cried out as he arrived. Hobi clicked his tongue seeing Namjoon’s state. He carefully wrapped his arms under Namjoon’s to lift him up.

“Fuck...he’s heavy...help me” Hobi grunted, motioning for you to grab his legs. You both carefully walked him out of the arena, up the stairs back to the main Death Valley bar. It was completely empty. Everyone was gone. 

“Do you think they locked it?” You whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Hobi joked, trying to lighten up the mood, “No. I doubt it. Here, go open the door and I’ll carry him on my back”

The two of you set Namjoon down on one of the booth tables. Hobi somehow maneuvered Namjoon’s limp body onto his back. You opened the door--luckily it was unlocked. You led Hobi to your car and helped him drag Namjoon into the backseat. 

The two of you panted as Namjoon appeared to be completely knocked out. You shut the car door and leaned against it, sliding down your back until you were sitting on the road. You buried your face into your hands and began to cry.

“Hey. Hey!” Hobi knelt down besides you. He hesitated slightly before patting your shoulder affectionately. “He’s gonna be okay. We can take him to the hospital”

“No we fucking can’t.” You mumbled, “He’s high...and I’m guessing this fight was not legal by any means” Hobi sighed.

“Then let’s take him to his house. I can stay with him tonight to make sure he’s okay.”

You nodded, allowing Hobi to help you up. Before you could go around to the drivers seat he pulled you into a hug. He was tall enough that he could rest his head on top of yours, comforting you while stroking your back.

“You’re okay. Everything’s okay. Hm?” He looked down at you expectantly. You sighed and nodded. Everything is really not okay. But sure.

You sat in the drivers seat, trying to focus on your breathing, gathering yourself before you began to drive. Hobi hopped in besides you. He set his hand on your knee and squeezed affectionately. 

You looked at him. His eyes seemed so kind. So normal. He was just a friendly coworker. Someone you enjoyed making music with. Someone who wasn’t caught up in this God awful place. 

You suddenly felt a need to tell him everything. 

You drove, Hobi guiding you with directions to Namjoon’s home. He played some nice soothing acoustic tracks that he knew you’d like. Something to take the edge off. Not much conversation was exchanged but Hobi kept a secure hand on your knee as you drove. 

You arrived at the address, helping Hobi pick Namjoon up again. It had begun to rain heavily. Thunder growled in the distance giving you shivers. The two of your trudged through the puddled ground to get to Namjoon’s door, grabbing his keyes from his pocket to open his door. Hobi let Namjoon fall off of him and onto his couch. He exhaled, evidently exhausted. It must have been past midnight, you were both extremely tired, wet, and decently traumatized. 

Hobi rummaged Namjoon’s fridge and found a bottle of water, tossing it your way. You thanked him, not realizing how dehydrated you had become. He watched you gulp it down, some spilling from the edge of your lips down your dripping neck. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

“You good to get home in this weather?” Hobi asked, taking a seat at Namjoon’s kitchen island. “You can stick around till it dies down. Storms usually pass around here”

You nodded, standing quietly as you watched Namjoon sleep. His face was bruised, lips crusted with blood. You had no idea what horrible things might be flowing through his veins. You didn’t even know if he would wake up. You were petrified. Could you have stopped this? Is this your fault?

The house was eerily silent. “Hobi” You whispered, trying to blink back tears. 

“Yeah? What’s up, is everything okay?”

“I’m just...I’m really really worried about Namjoon.” And you spilled. You broke down in front of your colleague shamelessly. You no longer cared if you would look pathetic or not, you cried. You told him about Jimin, about Taehyung, about everything. About what you had heard before the first fight, about seeing Jimin shoot someone. The only thing you didn’t tell him was about the sex. All the sex, but especially your unwarranted coworkers-with-benefits situation with Jimin. If you could even call it that. You weren’t even sure what to label it as, but regardless Hobi could not know.

By the time you finished you were sobbing into Hobi’s chest and he held you tightly. He pressed his lips down on the top of your head, trying to comfort you in whatever way he could. 

“I’m...I’m scared Hobi” You could feel his breath against you. He hummed softly, trying to calm you down, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“Ssshhh...Let’s get you dried up and then we can talk it out okay? I’m sure Namjoon wont mind if we borrow some clothes” Hobi looked at you with a cheerful smiled, stroking your back kindly. You appreciated him so much.

The two of you found some pajamas in Namjoon’s room. Hobi went to go look for towels so you began to change your clothes. You peeled off your drenched jeans first, kicking them off your legs, before moving onto your top. The garter was pressing into your skin uncomfortably. You quickly threw on Namjoon’s shirt before sitting down on his bed to remove the garter.

Right then you hear a soft thud, looking up to see a flushed Hobi who had just dropped the towels he found. The both of you froze momentarily. You decided to quickly finish what you were doing before it became awkward, unaware of the clear view Hobi had of your underwear as you pulled the garter off and threw it aside. 

“So sorry I should’ve knocked” Hobi clumsily picked up the towels, tossing one to you so you could wipe yourself down. 

“No worries, I’m dressed” You tried to appear casual, tried not to notice the slight bulge in his boxers. 

“Yeah but...um. Okay” He cleared his throat and sat down next to you, leaving a generous amount of space.“I’m going to tell you some stuff that...is gonna be a bit hard to believe okay”

“Hobi I think after tonight nothing can shock me” You joked bitterly.

He smiled and you giggled. “I’ll start with Park Jimin. Jimin isn’t just a singer. You know how we were talking about he got into drugs and stuff?” You nodded slowly, “Yeah it’s actually a lot worse than just that. He’s in a gang.”

You blinked. Park Jimin? In a gang?

“All these years he hasn’t been making music…he got involved with a lot of really bad people. But...he’s a clever guy I’ll give him that. He’s got a lot of new power in the trafficking scene. People know him as more than just an artist around places like this” 

“But...” Hobi paused, considering his phrasing, “I think...him and whoever the fuck he works with are not allowed to sell here. Death Valley, a lot of people buy and use drugs there obviously. But there’s a different, much...more established gang that runs around here. I’m not sure the details but, Death Valley is owned by them. All the fights, parties, anything that happens in that building is run by them. Jimin’s not supposed to trespass” Was that why everyone was flipping out about your jacket? Hobi thought deeply for a moment, “My guess is that he was the one you heard yelling at Jungkook.”

“But Jimin shot the guy who was gonna shoot...wait so who drugged Namjoon? It could have been Jungkook. He was supposed to meet me but he didn’t...maybe they got to him...” You pondered for a while. 

“Honestly Y/n...this really isn’t something worth worrying about. It’s Namjoon’s choice to be a part of these fights. If there is game fixing going on, that’s really not something we can control, we just have to hope for the best. It’s too dangerous. There’s a lot of money involved in fights. Like...a lot” 

You sighed. He was right. Why were you bothering yourself with all this. You needed to focus on work. You came here to make music and be around the culture you had grown up to love. This was all just noise. 

“I promise Death Valley is fun besides all that. Just stay away from the fights” 

You smiled and nodded. He pinched your nose playfully. “I hope you feel better. That was a lot to get off of your chest” Hobi asked you to wait as he went back to Namjoon’s kitchen to grab something. He returned with a small bong and a lighter. He raised his eyebrows to you, gesturing to ask if you wanted any. You nodded. 

Hobi got to work, grinding up some weed. You watched his carefully as he took the first hit. He exhaled slowly before handing you the contraption. You mimicked his actions, feeling the familiar burn through your chest. 

It didn’t take too long for the two of you to become a giggling mess, already out of your mind from exhaustion. You rolled over the bed playfully, shirt riding up to your hips as your legs stretched across the expanse of the mattress. You gave Hobi with a goofy smile and saw his jaw stiffen as his gaze shifted from his playful nature to something much more intense.  

“Hobi” You muttered, grinning, “I bet you have a really big cock” Hobi’s breath hitched, face going red at your suggestion. He tried to stop himself from looking down at your bare legs, or the tiny little thong you had on under your shirt, now on display. But he was only human. 

He subconsciously dragged his fingers up and down your thigh making you hum in pleasure.

You were desperate to be touched. The burden of the evening weighing too much for you. You didn’t want to think. And Hobi. Hobi was perfect. He was so sweet, and normal, and just so incredibly sane. 

You let out a moan, his minstrations overwhelming your clouded senses. You looked at him with pleading eyes, allowing yourself to notice how fucking hot he was. His jawline could cut through your soul and his hair was still slightly wet, making him that much hotter. 

“Please touch me” You whined, spreading your legs.

Hobi’s eyes were quivering, he almost couldn’t believe the situation. You pouted, rolling on top of him and setting yourself onto his lap like a child. “Y/n...” He panted. “W...we can’t. We work together”

“God Hobi you look so hot right now please” You bounced up and down, throwing a tantrum, knowing fully well that you were riling him up. The sharp tent of his cock hitting as you rolled your hips teasingly. You threw your arms around his neck, his finding your lower back in response. He blinked at you incredulously. 

“We’re literally in Namjoon’s bed” Hobi argued. You pouted even more, continuing to bounce playfully in his lap, enjoying the way you could feel him getting hard, the friction giving momentary relief to your craving. His heart clenched at how cute you were being.

“So?” You let go to pull your shirt up to show him your bra. His eyes widened as he looked down at your chest. “Don’t you wanna play with these?” You teased, wiggling your chest slightly before releasing the fabric back over your body and watching Hobi blush like crazy.

"No...this isn’t right. You’re high, I don’t wanna take advantage of you. Plus you could get fired if someone finds out and..”

“So you don’t want me?” You gave him a slightly hurt look, shifting your weight on his lap so that you pressed up against his bulge as much as possible. You slid a hand under his shirt, up the expanse of his chest. “You don’t wanna see my tits? I’d let you do whatever you want to them.” You shifted again, making Hobi groan under his breath. “You could fuck them. You don’t want that? You don’t want to fuck my tits?”

Hobi’s mouth was dry. You took his hand and slid it under your shirt until you felt his large palms over your heaving breast. You watched as Hobi began to breathe heavily, trembling slightly.

“I want that” You continued to taunt him. You leaned in so that his hand pressed up against your breast and your mouth was right by his ear, “I wanna take my tits and push them onto your big” You palmed his bulge, “throbbing cock.”

Hobi let out a strangled moan, watching you with parted lips as you continued to rub your hand over his crotch. 

“I wanna be such a good girl for you. Wanna do everything you want” You tugged down his boxers and watched his dick spring up. He was completely erect, cock flushed and veiny. You couldn’t stop yourself from bending down and licking the leaking tip, keeping your eyes glued to his. “Wanna be a whore for you”

Hobi gulped. “F...fuck Y/n. That feels so fucking good” You began to stroke his length, spitting into your hand so that you could lather him up nicely. He gasped as you squeezed him, pumping him slowly. 

You pulled your shirt off, pushing your chest to Hobi’s mouth so that he could snap off your bra with his teeth. “Holy shit” He was absolutely breathless as he saw your naked chest. You groped your own breasts, allowing your hands to push them together and make them bulge out. 

You lowered yourself onto him, face burying into his pelvis. You moaned as you felt his long cock glide up the valley of your chest, sending a hot spark through you at the touch. You kissed his skin as you began to push your breasts up and down on his length.

His hand found your face, pushing your hair behind your ears as you desperately pleased him. He licked his lips as lust slowly plagued over reason. He suddenly grabbed your jaw and pushed you off him, onto your back, making his way on top of you.

“You wanna be a whore for me huh?” His eyes were dark now, sending shivers through you, “Then be a fucking whore” He pressed your head down onto the mattress, lowering down onto you so he could shove his cock into your mouth from above. You gagged instantly as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth.

“That’s righttt. Look at you. Nasty little thing” He cooed at you, shoving his cock further and further down your throat, “So fucking desperate for cock. Can’t even fucking stop yourself”

He rolled off of you so he could switch sides, crawling over you to your trembling cunt. He yanked off your thong before spitting down onto your pussy. You moaned. He was so filthy and you loved it. 

“Keep sucking my cock baby” He growled as he lowered himself down and began to lick your slick arousal. You whimpered around his thick cock as you felt him push his tongue deep inside you. 

“Feels...good” You tried to speak but your mouth was too stuffed to be coherent. Hobi pulled out and rolled over, tangling in the sheets as he switched positions again. He dragged your body up to his so that you were on top of him with your back pressed against his chest. 

He guided your hips, watching with intense focus as his cock entered you, lowering you down onto his lap. Once you were settled with his cock deep inside you he began to bite down on your neck.

“What are you gonna say at work tomorrow hm? What are you gonna tell everyone when they ask who gave you all these hickeys? You gonna tell them what a fucking slut you are? Throwing yourself at me like this huh?” You whined as he cupped your jaw and tilted your head back onto his shoulder. He thrusted his hips up into you and you winced at the force.

“Go ahead. Fuck yourself onto me like a desperate cock hungry whore” You did as told, rising up slightly before pushing yourself back down on him, hands gripping the sheets tightly for support. You cried out as his cock hit every crevice of you. You felt so full, so incredible. You sped up unknowingly causing Hobi to moan out loudly. 

His hands moved to your bouncing tits, pinching your nipples as you continued to ride him.

“You like that?” He growled into your neck. You nodded dumbly. “Mmm yeah I fucking bet you do.” The next time you came down on him he gripped your hips tightly holding you down deep on his cock. You feel it pulsing inside your walls as he pushes you down onto your chest. 

“Look at that fucking ass” He pulls out briefly and wraps his hand around his cock, letting the tip trace your pronounced curves. You wiggle slightly, trying to entice him and he notices. He slaps his cock against you. “So goddamn needy”

“You’d really let me do anything to you huh” He pushed inside you again, rolling his hips against your ass. “Use you however I like. God, fuck, Y/n if I had known I would’ve fucked you the second we met”

He thrusted furiously, grabbing the ends of your hair and yanking it back like a reign. You screamed out in pain. He continued to push his hips against you, the feeling of him sliding against your walls so fast causing you to clench down desperately. 

“Im gonna...OW” Hobi tugged your hair as you spoke, “gonna cum” 

“Of course you are. You’re fucking loving this aren’t you. You’re so fucking wet, your pussy is slobbering all over me. Look at the mess you’ve made.” He clicked his tongue before leaning into your ear, “What’s Namjoon gonna say huh when he sees how you’ve leaked onto his bed like this” He taunted you. “Needy little girl, getting so turned on by me pounding into you like a fucking toy”

“Fuck Hobi holy shit” You cried out, his hurtful words making your pussy gush out as you came harder than ever. You could feel Hobi moan as he bites down on your shoulder, trying to muffle his pleasure as he continues to thrust into you wildly. 

“God you’re so hot” He whines, and the next thing you know he’s shooting his hot cum deep inside you. “Fuck!” He pulls out quickly. “Shit I’m so sorry I didn’t think I was gonna...” You giggled, rolling over to see his concerned face, such a contrast to how he was just seconds ago.

“It’s okay. I’m protected” You spread your legs and reached a finger down, gathering some of his cum and bringing it to your lips. You look Hobi dead in the eye as you lick it off like candy. 

“You’re just begging to be fucked again aren’t you” He dove back down and kissed you, his fingers finding your stuffed cunt and plugging inside. You twitch as you feel his rough fingers invade you, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You pussy clenches desperately as he adds another finger, pumping you furiously into another high. 

You cried out as you came. The look in Hobi’s dark eyes sending you over the edge. His plush lips, he was so fucking sexy. You screamed his name as your whole body twitched, arching your back high up in the air. “Hobi...holy fuck baby just like that” You murmured, slightly embarrassed that you making so much noise. After finger-fucking you through it, Hobi rolled onto your side and kisses your cheek. 

You sigh in satisfaction, scissoring your legs to ease the tingling aftershocks of your orgasm, letting sleep finally take you.

-

If Jungkook didn’t drug Namjoon, then the person who wanted to do it probably just did it. That person wanted Jin to win. Jimin shot the guy that was threatening Jungkook so that means Jimin was protecting Namjoon from whoever was backing Jin. But Jungkook didn’t meet you. They might’ve gotten to him then. They might have threatened him again, so maybe he did drug Namjoon. He is the dealer. Namjoon trusts him. It’s possible... 

These were the thoughts running through your mind as you arrived at work the next morning. You were surprised to see Namjoon. Still looking beat up, you noticed a general shift in his demeanor. He wasn’t acting cute anymore. He didn’t flash those dimples you loved every five seconds anymore. He was pouty, jaw taught, grumbling away to himself. 

As you sat in the studio with him, working on the computer while he messed around on the soundboard, the two of you exchanged no words. He seemed completely out of it still. You wondered if whatever he had been drugged with had worn off. 

Hobi finally walked in. “Morning guys” Namjoon seemed to cheer up slightly upon seeing Hobi.

“There’s gonna be an open mic concert next week at Death Valley” Namjoon said eagerly. You groaned. Hobi chuckled at your reaction. “The three of us should go. It’ll be fun. Low stakes. I haven’t actually hung out with you two yet”

He had a point, but you were tired of that fucking place. 

“I’m in. Sounds fun!” Hobi winked at you. You pouted. You wanted to jump his bones and fuck the shit out of him so bad. Getting him wasted at Death Valley seemed to be a good way going about it, but you were still scared. It’s just a concert. Not a fight. No guns.

“Y/n?” Namjoon asked hopefully. You sighed. At least it wasn’t tonight. You had some time to recover. 

“Sure, why not” You muttered. Namjoon grinned. There were those dimples again. You couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“I’ll have Jungkook bring us something insane. We can go wild” He licked his lips, “God I can’t wait.” He began to tap his foot rapidly. You exchanged a glance with Hobi. 

“Oh by the way, Y/n, Jimin said wants to see you after work. He wanted feedback on something” You gave Hobi a look but he simply put his hands up in defense. “Don’t kill the messenger” He smiled before leaving. Once he left Namjoon growled.

“Park fucking Jimin” He sneered, clenching his fists.

“What about him?”

“He made me lose”

-

You already knew that it was a booty call. You left the office and drove straight to Jimin’s. You were fucking done with him, especially now that you knew the truth about him. 

If he really was the man you had seen placing his foot on Namjoon...you shuddered. You were disgusted by him.

Jimin opened the door for you and you shoved past him before he could say a word.

“Damn you PMSing or something” He scoffed. You were so ready to kick his balls.

“What the fuck do you want?”

He sat at his table, and you noticed the lines of powder on the table. Jimin rolled a few dollar bills and snorted one up. He tapped the floor with his foot, gesturing you to sit by him. “Come suck daddy’s cock.”

You reached into your purse and grabbed his credit card, throwing it at him with all your strength. You missed him by a long shot, making him laugh, but you didn’t give a fuck. “I’m done with you.”

Jimin laughed even harder. He almost sounded evil. You clenched your fists.

“I want out. I don’t want or need your fucking money. I hate having sex with you. You’re an asshole and you better fucking leave me alone or”

“Or what baby girl?” Jimin taunted, standing up. “Go tell Yoongi? Think Yoongi’s gonna fucking save the day or some shit. Please be my fucking guest.” He grabbed his phone and tapped away for a bit before handing it to you. “Say a word to anyone, and I’d be happy to show Yoongi and just about the whole damn world this”

Your mouth went dry. It was the security footage of you sucking Jimin off in the studio. 

“You know...you’re not supposed to fuck people you work with hmm” He harshly grabbed your jaw, pushing the card back into your awe struck mouth. You bit down, which just made him laugh more. “Want you to enjoy this too baby. I really do. I can give you whatever you want, you just tell daddy what you need mmkay? But don’t make me fucking angry. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” You chuckled darkly. You definitely had some idea. You took the card and slid it back into your purse.

“Go to hell” You kicked his shin, walking over to the table and grabbing the keys to his car. 

“Go ahead and throw your tantrums, just be ready to fuck when I see you next” Jimin called after you, a faint bitterness in his voice.

You were furious, not skipping a moment to get in Jimin’s sleek convertible and set off onto the road. Your foot pressed down on the gas until it was the pedal flattened. Your knuckles clenched, gripping the wheel so tightly you could’ve pulled it clean off. 

You loved the thrill of driving fast. It allowed you to feel control. Control that Jimin made you loose. You had the power and that’s how it should be.

Unlucky for you, a sharp turn resulted in you finding yourself walking through the county precinct. It wasn’t a big accident, you had gone off the highway and had to get towed. Driving a car for which you were not on the insurance, you had to come in. 

You were simply waiting around for paperwork. You looked around at all the busy bodies. You wondered if any of these cops knew even half of the shit that went on in this town. 

You sat on your phone in the lobby, looking up every now and then as people walked past you, hoping that someone would simply bring you what you needed so that you could get your car back. 

"Great catching up with you man!” You heard some voices.

“Yeah, you too Jin. Stay safe out there” You froze. Jin. Like, JIN Jin?

You looked up and sure enough, the broad movie star-looking boy from the fight was there in the flesh. You looked around to see if anyone else was as shocked as you were, and no one was. He fist bumped an officer, and your eyes widened as you saw him slide a badge into his pocket. 

Kim Seokjin is a fucking cop? You stared at him. Unsure what to do. It wasn’t likely he had seen your face...hopefully. 

Jin glanced your way, giving you a charming smile and winked. 

“Hey Y/n”

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a/n: thank you for reading <3 i really hope you liked this.. its become the bane of my existence lol. jin and yoongi will have their moment but theres stuff BUILDING rn so just...ride with it. you will fuck everyone multiple times in various ways dw ;)

do you think it was jimin who you saw at the fight, kicking our precious joonie? could it have been someone else? taehyung???? do you think jungkook drugged joon? who do you think might be yandere? let me know what you think, drop by asks & have an amazing day! &lt;3

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch.  “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your  mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

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when’s the next part for the glow up?

tomorrow (march 31st) night!! :)

cancelled (1) | myg, jjk

summary: you cheated on your boyfriend, one of the most sought after boys on campus, with the nerd from the back of the lecture hall. that’s not the whole story, but only you know that. now a video has leaked across and everyone is turning against you for hurting such a perfect s/o.

pairing: yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader

wordcount: 3k

genre: yandere!yoongi and nerd!jungkook exyandere!jungkook

established-relationship!au college!au cheating!au

warnings: reader discretion is advised. cheating, mentions of past dubcon activity, yandere behavior, guilt, slight oral (f and m receiving), reverse cowgirl, soft smut in a not so soft situation, manipulation, jungkook calls you his pretty baby, sexual harassment, yoongi is lowkey a creep in this, prostitution i guess but like...its not how you'd think, mentions of rape fantasy but it doesnt happen

twoshot: part 1 | part 2 | masterlist

They say that you let a good thing be. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Well in your almost perfect life, that hand was Min Yoongi. Your boyfriend of 2 years now. You met through family, he was an heir, and you were the daughter of a wealthy associate. He used to spend his spring breaks with your family back in high school. You recall fondly how he sneak out, begging you to cover for him, end up passed out drunk in some alley and calling you, scared for his life.

You saw the way he grew—no, blossomed into the amazing man he is. You both got accepted to the same prestigious university program, and it is here your love story truly began. Straight out of a movie, Yoongi did not realize how much he adored you until he saw you grinding your ass up on some random guy at a frat party. A few months of drama gave way to pure happiness.

Yoongi made quite a name for himself on campus. He was incredibly charming, was impressive in his studies, and was always around for a good time. He treated everyone with respect and had no enemies. You felt proud to be his girlfriend, by his side as he made his mark.

And he was so so good to you. While your start may have been driven by jealousy and rage, he made up for it entirely by taking you on weekend getaways, loving you sweetly, holding you while you cry and buying you food. You two were freakishly domestic, and you loved it. You were ready for the ring whenever he was. So blessed that you could wake up every morning in a pair of arms that held you like you were their whole world.

Unfortunately, paradise tends to be a destination never quite reached. You sat, curled up into your knees, trembling as you watched cruel comments pop up on a video.

ungrateful whore.

Yoongi deserves so much better

#y/nisoverparty

why would you even want to cheat on a catch like yoongi? jfc

You didn’t know what bothered you the most. Was it the comments? Was it your fucked out face in the video? You moans that clearly indicated pleasure? Was it the fact that you hurt a man you loved? Or was it the fact that he was still there, sitting right next to you and kissing your damp cheeks every time he saw a tear, mumbling into your neck that it was okay, that he wasn’t mad. Did you deserve someone so perfect?

“Aw baby” He coos at you, stroking your hair as your sobs got louder. You fell into his embrace, unsure of what to think or do. “Ssh…I’m not mad baby. It’s my fault I wasn’t there”

You didn’t know how true his words were. You didn’t know just how at fault he was.

Yoongi had been doing his work in your shared apartment in his private study which even you weren’t allowed to enter. The security footage of your lecture played on his monitor, but he was barely paying attention. He kept an eye on you, but it was getting unnecessary. You had been together for so long, he could trust you now. He sighed and zoomed into where you sat, whispering something to the person seated next to you. They giggled and slid their hand onto your thigh. Yoongi simply watched, a smirk playing on his lips. The whole campus knew you were his. No one would dare make a move on you. He made sure of it. It was the whole reason he made your relationship so visible. He had people’s respect, and so they would respect that you belonged to him.

The hand trailed up your thin yoga pants, cupping your core. You slapped the hand away and Yoongi grinned wider. He liked to test you every now and then.

Yoongi wired money to that man’s bank account through his phone. Now all you had to do was tell him what happened. There was no room for secrets between you two.

“I’m home babe” He heard you walk in. He popped a Xanax and gulped down a glass of water. He smiled at you sweetly, taking your bag and setting it down before attacking your neck with soft, breathless kisses.

“How was your day?” He asked quietly, “Anything interesting happen?”

“Nah. Pretty uneventful” He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh. Nothing at all?”

“Well” Yoongi’s eyes perked. Tell me someone harassed you baby. Just tell me. “I did try this amazing latte at the cafe in the Literature building.”

Why were you lying to him? Yoongi tilted his head. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it just made him wonder what else you hid from him. The little things. The little things that pile up.

Yoongi realized it had gone too far when he heard you gossiping with a few of your girl friends in the hallway of the Science Institute. “I just can’t believe he won’t fuck you. Doesn’t he know how many people would if they had a chance?”

“He seems so perfect but it’s almost like he’s just lacking the one key thing. Dick” They giggled. You rolled your eyes. You had confessed that you really did want to have sex. Yoongi wanted to save himself for marriage, but it was getting hard for you. When you brought this up with Yoongi he shut you down immediately.

“Baby” He fingered the purity ring on his pinky finger, “You know I can’t”

You had been frequently meeting with someone from one of your lab classes, a certain Jeon Jungkook. Yoongi didn’t love this, but he was acquainted with Jungkook, and knew that he likely was not a threat. The boy was not your type at all—his clunky glasses and sweater vests and his hair long and swept back, unlike Yoongi’s fresh blonde cut. Sometimes you wouldn’t tell him that you were with Jungkook, but he still knew. Nothing happened. But he still got irritated.

Unfortunately it was impossible to truly watch you all the time. After all, Yoongi was a social guy and had to make appearances frequently. He often wondered if you knew he watched you, so you waited to run off fuck yourself on Jungkook when he wasn't looking. He bit his lip until blood came out, raging at the prospect.

He wasn’t entirely wrong about you though. You did always feel pressure of behaving in a way that reflected well on him. So when everyone was looking at Yoongi, you were able to slouch your shoulders and relax. You would go to Jungkook’s house for a drink, with no ulterior motive on either of your end. You loved Yoongi. Jungkook respected him, and you. There was no issue.

So when Yoongi showed up at Jungkook’s doorstep a week later with a bag full of cash asking him to fuck his girlfriend, he was disgusted at first.

“E…excuse me?” He stammered, blushing. Yoongi squinted at him.

“Have sex with y/n the next time she is over.” He put on a show, “I just feel bad I cannot give her what she desires. I don’t want to deprive her of anything. I know she is fond of you so if you wouldn’t mind…she is very beautiful I can tell you that”

“I…that’s not…do you realize how insane this is?”

Yoongi shrugged, “It’s twenty-thousand dollars to fuck a pretty girl. What’s so bad?”

“Does she want this? D…do you have her consent to be asking me this?”

“Of course.” He chuckled giving a charming smile, “In fact, she has a bit of a fantasy that I was hoping you could indulge. I am not sure if she will go through with it but, she might try to resist at first, but really she wants to be used like a whore. She will love it, really.”

Jungkook gave him a skeptical look. “What the fuck? You want me to indulge your girlfriend’s rape fantasy? I’m not a fucking sadist”

“It’s not a rape fantasy. She just likes to struggle a bit but then she will get into it. She will want it”

“I can’t believe I am even entertaining this conversation, you need to leave”

“Forty-thousand.”

“Fuck off Yoongi. First of all, I am not even into y/n…” He paused.

“Oh please, she’s the finest thing in miles of here, you just haven’t considered her as available. That’s how I know I can trust you to do this for me.”

Jungkook gulped. That’s not quite it. He thought to himself. But the thought passed when Yoongi took off his watch and handed it to him.

“This is worth half a million dollars. Are we good?”

Jungkook just gaped at him.

“You have had sex before right?”

Oh yes he had. Once. He nodded slowly.

“Okay good. Please show her a good time and keep this between us”

“She knows right? She knows you’re asking me to do this?”

Yoongi grinned and pat Jungkook’s shoulder, “Oh baby boy, she’s the one who suggested it”

Jungkook found that a bit hard to believe.

What Yoongi didn’t know was that Jungkook already has had sex. With you. You didn’t know it was him, and it was long before you began dating Yoongi.

Jungkook had been obsessed with you as a high schooler, your pictures collaging the back of his bathroom door, a variety of your things—forgotten hoodies, dropped pens— messily shoved into the drawer of his desk.

It was an innocent phase at first. You were just so pretty. He couldn’t help the way his blood would rush between his legs every time you would glance in his general direction. He couldn’t help watching the way you outgrew your uniform skirt, almost breaking down in tears when you replaced it with a larger size. He would sneak out of class when you had PE to watch you run, and the way your breasts bounced in the tight top you wore.

You didn’t know him. Why would you? He was no way near your league. He worked extremely hard, dreaming to get into the same university as you on a full ride because his family could never afford it.

Jungkook would normally follow you home, obviously he just wanted to make sure you reached safe. You had been crying the entire walk home. Jungkook had to gather every ounce of self restraint not to go hug you and kiss you until you smiled again. He hated seeing you cry, and it made him want to die.

He was worried about you. You entered your beautiful home, but no one was there. What if you tried to harm yourself? Who would protect you?

He had snuck in through the back.

If anyone had been around, they may have heard a scream. But more likely the would have heard the cries of pleasure that followed.

That evening you told Yoongi you were going to work on stuff with Jungkook. You dressed modestly, not bothering to freshen up much. He watched through his cameras as you arrived into Jungkook’s tiny apartment. So much smaller than his, probably in more ways than one, he clicked his tongue in amusement.

“Hey Jungkook!” You hugged him lightly. He looked extremely uncomfortable which made Yoongi all the more amused.

Two people fucking who both don’t want to. What do you call that? Yoongi chuckled darkly.

“Listen y/n…I know that…I know I agreed but I just wanna make sure…” Jungkook could barely look you in the eye. As destiny would have it, you chose that moment to pull your hoodie off, giving Jungkook a flash of the underside of your breasts. He gulped. “You really don’t remember me do you…”

“What do you mean?” You were so confused. Jungkook licked his lips and crawled over where you were sitting on his couch, causing you to lay on your back. “What…hey what the fuck are you doing?”

He didn’t like your tone. It awoke a protective instinct in him. He stroked your hair and gazed deeply into your eyes. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

You blushed furiously, face heating up dangerously fast at the sudden question. You shifted your neck away from him uncomfortably. “Um…I guess…3, maybe 4 years?”

“Tsk, poor girl.” He cooed, his finger grazed your cheek, “Alright, I’ll play along. You can let me know if you want me to stop okay?” He lowered himself enough to let his lips trace travel down the veins on your neck. He inhaled you, memories of innocent years coming back to him in floods.

You were frozen. His body radiated heat, his scent was giving you a high you couldn’t quite explain. You shouldn’t feel this way. You had sweet sweet Yoongi waiting for you at home. Sweet Yoongi who loved you, and was saving himself for you like the pure angel he is.

You looked up at the soft dark eyes of the man above you now. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu.

“Jungkook” You exhaled as his lips began kissing over your shirt, down the valley of your breasts, lifting your shirt so he could kiss your stomach. “I…I have a boyfriend”

“You’re really committed to this huh?” He chuckled, taking some of his fingers and slowly circling under the waistline of your shorts. You blinked a few times to try to react to what was happening but your body was overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were touched like this.

“Please” You said loudly, so loudly that Jungkook barely hears the “don’t do this” that followed in a whisper.

Jungkook thought back to the night you took his virginity. It hadn’t been on his agenda, he was content following you around and jacking off to your social media accounts every night. That night had changed him. He had realized then that he was messed up. He realized he needed help and he sought it out. A few years of therapy had done him good. He felt guilty about it for a while, but eventually had to grow and move on. He would never act like that again.

But here he was.

And there you were. Below him again. Begging for him through your actions and pushing him away with your words.

Emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart wrenched at the bitter guilt that you were doing the unthinkable. They very thing that you would condemn about other couples. How could you? How could you cheat? But your body was whimpering.

“I have a boyfriend. He’s so good to me. He’s so amazing, and I…I love” You let out a sob as he allowed his hips to roll into you, giving you friction you had craved for so long, “Jungkook…please” You knew he was reading between the lines. You knew he heard your consent, and that disgusted you.

“Mmm I know baby. I know you love him” Jungkook sighed as he pulled down your shorts, “Tell me about him baby. Tell me how much you love him” He began kissing your thighs, burying his face into your cunt.

“He’s so—ahhh” Jungkook took his tongue and pushed aside your underwear to lick a long stripe between your legs. “So good. So fucking…mmmmhhh” You squealed as Jungkook shoved his tongue inside you. The sensation was heavy in your core, but the sensation drove you wild. He flicked his tongue around, almost too easily being able to find all the right places to make you twitch and moan his name.

“Do you want my cock pretty baby? Hmm?” He whispered teasingly, his voice muffling against you as he continued to eat you out. You yelped as he sucked on your clit and nodded your head dumbly. “My little girl so desperate for cock she’d cheat on her boyfriend hm?” He came up for air, your juices messily spread across his lips, his eyes shot with lust.

“Don’t…don’t say that” You whined. Jungkook nodded before pulling off his sweater. You traced his muscles with your fingers, so defined and beautifully tan as he shrugged off his jeans. He took his glasses off and folded them carefully but you grabbed his hand.

“Keep them on…your glasses…” Jungkook’s eyes widened in amusement.

“Why” He teased.

“I like them. I like them a lot. You remind me of someone I used to like” Jungkook’s blood ran cold.

Did you remember?

Did you remember the way he had pinned you up against your kitchen wall back then? The way he left hickies all over your body, marking you as his. The way he had entered you for the first time, with you sprawled out across your dining table, then again on the counter tops, then again from behind pressed up against the window.

Did you remember how many times you both came? It was like a sex fest of hours and hours. In your mouth, on your face, on your tits and buried deep in your cunt, the condom barely surviving the pressure of his seed.

Did you remember the way you cried after in his arms, unable to walk? The way he held you and kissed you softly, apologizing.

Did you remember how he had given you pills so you would forget, hoping that you wouldn’t be sad any longer?

Jungkook had been too lost in thought to notice that you had pulled your own shirt off, leaving you in a sports bra, pulling his neck down so you could kiss him.

“Jungkook” You gasped as he finally regained consciousness and dragged his fingers across your pussy.

“Will you ride me baby?” His eyes twinkled in his request and you were more than happy to indulge him. Jungkook switched positions with you. You reverse cowgirled him, unknowingly, the perfect position for Yoongi to see all of you as you fucked yourself silly onto Jungkook’s cock.

You lowered yourself down on him slowly, savoring the stretch that you had almost forgotten you could ever feel. Your fingers could never give you a sensation quite like this. Jungkook shut his eyes and tried to savor the feeling.

“Pretty…pretty baby” He cooed, sitting up so he could nibble your shoulder and hold your hips as he bounced you slowly on his cock.

“Tell me something” He exhaled, feeling himself slowly approaching his orgasm, the feeling of your soft, warm walls around him too much to bear, “Did you want this because of me…or did you just need cock?”

You continued thrusting yourself back into him, the firm hold of his hands on you giving you an arousing sense of comfort. You wiggled your ass, liking the way he would grunt when you did.

“Did you want me baby? Did you do this for me?”

You cried out suddenly, feeling a long awaited orgasm overwhelming your senses. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened as he tried to keep fucking you through it, your body going limp, twitching erraticly.

“So pretty…my sweet sweet girl” He turned your head to kiss your lips, slipping his tongue in and relishing in the love you poured in through your actions. He caressed your breasts and continued to thrust up into you.

“Come inside me” You exhaled softly.

“No y/n…that wouldn’t be right” Jungkook was reminded of the eerily intimidating presence of the man who was paying him to do this. He slowly brought his thrusts to a halt before helping you up off of him, his cock still painfully erect. “I can finish myself”

You pouted, watching him drill his graze into your naked presence, violently stroking his cock. He licked his lips shamelessly.

“I don’t love you anymore y/n” He whispered too softly for you to hear, “I’m over you. I’m over this. This doesn’t mean anything—AAAAhhh” Your mouth was on his cock and that was all it took for him to come harder than he ever had.

He took you into his arms, wrapping them around you and kissing your face over and over again, caressing your hips and trying to relax your muscles so you wouldn’t be sore.

You reached for your phone as Jungkook began to fill the silence.

“Yoongi seems really great. He clearly cares about you a lot. I’m really happy for you, genuinely” He says softly, “I’m honestly really impressed he let this happen”

But you didn’t hear him, all you could hear was your heart drumming loudly in your ears as you saw the stream of notifications on your phone. Your heart dropping like a bomb when you saw the single message you dreaded more than anything.

yoongi: what’s this? <link>

And linked was a live stream of the events that had just transpired.

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A/N: im just cackling at #y/nisoverparty HAHA um stream film out! woohoo

the glow up (7) | pjm, kth

pairing: taehyung x reader, jimin x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 6.6k (oops)

warnings: multiple smut scenes, unprotected sex, doggy style, love-making, daddy kink+impreg kink+praise kink if you squint, toxic behavior, cheating, unhealthy relationship dynamics, emotional sex, oral (f receiving), alcohol-abuse, public sex/exhibitionism, a whole lot of kissing 

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“I need to tell you something Tae” Taehyung used to always generally wonder what it would be like to be shot with a gun. He wondered if the pain was quick, or if it was constant. “Jimin asked me out, and I said yes”

Wait. How did he even get here? Taehyung’s vision was blurred. He was not entirely sure he was even conscious, the temperature and humidity exorbitantly high in the enclosed shower. Something carnal had overcome him, as though he saw the opportunity to claim his prize and he ravished for it, pushing aside all inhibitions in the process. That prize was you. But the second you said the words he so badly craved, his heart plummeted. The tone. The look on your face. None of it was right. You had quickly retracted everything you said, barely giving him a minute to relish in it.

He tried to kiss you softly, trying to act like everything was perfect and he was satisfied with you. He tried to suppress the newfound ache he felt deep in his veins, focusing instead on your hot wet body pressed up against him with no space to breathe.

At least Jimin had seen it. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? Taehyung glanced back at the boy who was almost lifelessly sitting on the bathroom floor, tears escaping his pained eyes, but not a sound.

“I’m so sorry” You exhaled, bringing him back to reality. Taehyung smiled, hugging you close but maintaining his gaze on Jimin. He couldn’t handle a confrontation right now. He was exhausted, dizzy and needed to get some sleep. “I need to tell him…I…I fucked up.” Was this all a dream?

Jimin quietly rose from where he had collapsed, and before you could see that he saw everything, he backed out of the room, an intense stare locked on Taehyung’s now drooping eyes. Taehyung could barely stand straight, the alcohol kicking in hard now. His head ached, and he felt like everything around him was slowing down. He shut his eyes, letting the warm darkness of ignorance envelop him.

-

The scent of fall was always so refreshing. It reminded you that soon you would be returning to campus, where your real life lay, and your little bubble fantasy would come to an end. And in this case, you wished that it would come sooner. You missed the days where your biggest concern was an upcoming paper due, or if you would be able to land an interview.

You were at the local market with you ran into the person you least expected to see. Jungkook.

“Well hi there hottie” Jungkook winked. You felt a bitter taste in your mouth as he chuckled, “I’m kidding…chill. What’s up?” He came over to your cart, leaning casually against it.

“Shopping” You muttered trying to express your discomfort. Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Listen Y/n, I’m really sorry about everything this summer. You and I were friends, and I disrespected you. I know sorry doesn’t undo it but, I really do feel bad about it all”

“O..okay” You shrugged, his apology making you all the more uncomfortable “If you’ll excuse me…”

“Taehyung really misses you.” He blurted, “Why did you suddenly just stop talking to him?

You scoffed, “He knows”

“He doesn’t. He really doesn’t remember anything Y/n. He didn’t know you were dating Jimin until a few days ago when I brought it up because I saw his insta story”

You blushed slightly, remembering the sweet picnic Jimin had taken you on. You had come clean to Jimin, and surprisingly he had not been upset with you. He simply agreed that perhaps you guys were neither at a place to be in a relationship, and that your friendship was far too important to risk.

You two decided at least for the time being, to stay friends. Ever since then, you had been able to hang out with him normally. His only caveat being that you stop seeing Taehyung.

“Anyone but him Y/n…please” Jimin had pleaded. Your heart clenched. You had only just begun to entertain the idea of Taehyung as something more than a fuckbuddy, but now that door was closed before it even opened.

You rolled your eyes at Jungkook, “We’re not dating.”

“Okay then why can’t you go see Taehyung? He’s been calling you like crazy, he’s asked me to call you. He’s so confused” You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it. That you hadn’t been constantly thinking about it. Your lack of response prompted Jungkook to continue, “Y/n…I’ve literally never seen him like this okay. He hasn’t been doing anything. He hasn’t been hooking up…or even talking to anyone else anymore. He barely eats, he just sits in bed being a pathetic wimp all day. Least you could do is give him an explanation”

“Jimin doesn’t want me to talk to him. That’s what it took”

“God how are you even friends with this prick?” Jungkook scoffed, “Jimin can suck a tree truck ok, what do you want to do?” You simply shrugged. You hadn’t really even asked yourself that. You were an absolute mess and you hated it. But Taehyung never minded. He saw the mess, and instead of trying to clean you up he embraced the mess you were, seeing what was beneath all of it, just a girl who wanted to be cherished. Someone who wanted to be celebrated. Yes, you liked attention. Yes, you liked being adored. Taehyung checked off every box.

You sighed, “Ok, I’ll call him” Jungkook pouted “Fine. I’ll go see him” He grinned.

-

Taehyung rolled over, his comforter falling off his bed into a pile on the floor. He groaned into his pillow. He felt pathetic. He was able to harbor his crush for so long and accept the reality that Y/n was not his to have, but now he had a taste. He had become attached. And it hurt like hell.

You had stopped talking to him out of the blue after Hobi’s party. He remembered kissing you in the pool, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing else was coming back to him.

Taehyung had cried so much in the past few days, his skin was absolutely dry. He felt helpless, like he didn’t even get a chance. He wanted to take you on dates. He wanted to kiss you in public, swinging you around like the princess you were. His princess. He wanted to spoil you and see that cute smile of yours. He didn’t want to have sex anymore. Well…he did. The thought of you on his cock was the closest thing to pleasure he felt anymore. But as soon as he remembered he’d never ever have that pleasure again, it would end up hurting even more.

“Tae?” He clenched his eyes shut, preferring to sleep because at least then he could dream that you were there. “Tae it’s me” Your voice was soo soothing to him. He could listen to you all day.

Taehyung jumped suddenly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was you. You were actually there. Taehyung quickly wiped his face with his hand and rubbed his eyes to confirm what he was seeing.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung’s voice was soft, almost broken.

“I owe you an explanation” As soon as you said those words you almost laughed, “Actually, I don’t owe you anything. But you forgot what happened so” Taehyung reached for your hands put you shifted away. His eyes were wide, pleading for just a simple touch.

“Look whatever it is I’m so sorry okay” Taehyung whimpered, trying to reach for you again, watching as the tips of his fingers touched yours. “God I missed you” He looked back up at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“We fucked. But Jimin had just asked me out and we were drunk. We fucked in a shower and then I told you that it was a mistake. Then you passed out. I told Jimin what happened, and he forgave me but asked that I stop seeing you. Which is fair.” You gulped. “I said I loved you” Taehyung’s hand slid over yours, “I regretted it”

You could feel him trembling. “Really?” Taehyung whispered. You nodded before realizing what you had just implied. Taehyung firmly grasps your hand now, pulling you towards him slightly, reaching his other hand to your face and stroking your jaw. He exhales. Your breath hitched as he pulled your face in close. He licked his lips, letting his eyes drop to your lips then back to gaze into your eyes. “Is that a yes for regretting or a yes that you love me?” He looked like heaven, his eyelashes fluttering right before you, a teasing gleam in his gaze. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, kissing him desperately.

Taehyung fell on his back, pulling you to straddle him. You dipped your chest, pressing against him as you moaned into the kiss, wanting to feel his warmth as much as possible. He was sweaty from being in bed for so long, but you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his tangled locks, swallowing his tongue in your mouth. Taehyung gripped your hips, pinching your sides fondly. His fingers pressed into your skin as the slipped under the waistline of your shorts. You gasped for air only for Taehyung to whine, raising himself to meet your lips again before you could even finish a breath.

“Fuck princess” Taehyung hissed as you found a way to wiggle off your tank top, revealing a cute bralette. You maybe had an inkling something like this would go down. Never hurt to be prepared. “You little minx, you knew daddy was gonna fuck you huh?”

You giggled as he sat up and pulled you flush against him, peppering kisses across your chest. He pushed his face into your breasts and paused, inhaling deeply. “So fucking hot” He murmured.

The feeling of his soft hair on your skin made your heart pound insanely fast. He looked up at you, his eyes full of mischief and lust. He pushed you back so he was on top of you now, pulling off his shirt seamlessly. You traced his chest.

He kissed you harshly, biting your lip before moving down your body. He kept his eyes glued to yours as he moved from your lips, down to your neck, your chest, your tits, your stomach, your thighs. Once he reached your knees he stopped and tugged off your shorts and panties.

“Is this for me princess?” His voice was so incredibly soft as it vibrated against your inner thigh. You gulped and nodded. “You look delicious baby…I can’t wait to taste you”

You squealed as his tongue found your clit. His warm tongue knew your pussy well and it showed, as he made you twitch and scream beneath him, hitting all the right places. He ate you out like you were his last meal, carefully savoring every bit of your dripping cunt.

He broke away to lick his lips, smirking at you. “Get on your knees” He ordered. You shivered at the prospect. You got ready for him as he shed the rest of his clothing. His cock was throbbing for you. He gripped your wrists harshly as he positioned himself behind you, leaning over you so his face was buried in the back of your neck.

“You’re so good for me, such a good girl.” He groaned, rolling his hips so that his cock brushed past your ass. His kissed your shoulder fondly. “So perfect mm” He let go of your wrists, pumping his cock before guiding into you. Your hole practically sucked him in. You weren’t as stretched out as you could have been, so you felt the pain as he slowly bottomed out. Taehyung collapsed over you again, kissing your cheek softly and grabbing your breasts.

“Holy fuck you’re tight” He moaned out, savoring the feeling of just being inside of you. He nuzzled into your neck cutely. “All mine. My princess” He kissed your cheek again as he rolled his hips. The contrast was overwhelming. Your heart didn’t know what to feel. The boy of your dreams being an absolute darling while also taking you from behind.

“Is this okay baby?” He thrusted into you harshly, pausing to make sure it didn’t hurt.

“Yeah…more Tae…do more” You whined. Taehyung chuckled, groping you harshly as he flexed his hips again. He loved the way your whole body would jerk under him with every thrust. Your breasts steady in his hands as the rest of you pushed further into the mattress.

You could feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. His sensual grind making your whole body feel fluttery and excited. He felt amazing. His nose traced the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes, savoring the way you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. “Fuck princess you’re so goddamn tight, just squeezing the fuck out of me”

“Do…do I feel good? Do you like it?” You asked nervously, unsure if you needed to be doing anything differently. You tried to push your ass back as he thrusted to allow him to get even deeper inside of you.

“Of course princess, you feel amazing. You’re so fucking good. So good. Such a good girl for me” Taehyung let out a low growl as his pace sped up, “My little princess, all wet and tight for me, letting me just pound into you like…fuckkk” He cried out as you clenched down on him, feeling a small rush of adrenaline overtake you. You knew you would cum soon, his words turning you on beyond reason.

“Just like that baby…so good…that’s it baby” He urged you on, noticing you getting wetter by the second. The obscene squelching mixed with your loud whimpers filling the room. “Come on princess, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me. Cum for me like the good girl you are” Taehyung’s voice was incredibly sensual, and your brain short circuited. You squealed as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Your orgasm shaking you to the core, causing you to clamp your cunt tightly around Taehyung’s cock, twitching as you gushed onto him.

“Yes…fuck yes” Taehyung basked in the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you even faster through it. “You feel so good holy fuck” He cried out, his hands leaving your breasts to help hold himself up as his hips began moving insanely fast.

“I’m…” He exhaled, “Gonna….” He slowed down his thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling a bit longer before he burst. “Princess say you love me. Tell me how much you love me”

Your heart swelled, a comforting feeling washing over you at the realization that Taehyung was really yours. That maybe…maybe you were having sex with the guy that would be your boyfriend. You couldn’t keep down a smile.

“I love you Taehyung. I love you. Cum inside me baby. Want you” You choked out. You felt his cock twitch inside you before a hot liquid shoots into your core. Taehyung screams out as he empties inside of you, immediately falling to your side limply.

There was a moment of silence before Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and pulled your naked body into his embrace. He kissed your neck all over, making you giggle and squirm.

“Y/n…will you be my girlfriend” Taehyung asked simply, gazing fondly into your eyes. Reality hit you again.

“I…I can’t”

“If Park Jimin is really your friend, he will support you. A real friend doesn’t tell you who you can or cant see” Taehyung reasoned.

“Yeah but…”

“I love you so much y/n” Taehyung pressed his lips onto your forehead, “Let me show you. I wanna take you out. I wanna get to know you better. Please.”

You sighed. Jimin would be dealt with. Right now all you wanted was to love and be loved by  the man in front of you.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll be your girlfriend”

——-

The next time you saw Jimin, you two had decided to meet up on the beach to go on a run. He arrived, water bottle in hand, ready to burn some steam. You smiled slightly knowing that he would probably have a good workout after you told him the news.

“Jimin”

“Hey” He smiled.

“I want to date Taehyung”

And the smile vanished. Jimin clenched his bottle.

“Let’s jog”  You recommended, and you took off, keeping a slower pace so that you could still talk to Jimin. The brush of the air past you felt refreshing as your heart rate began to pick up. “He really loves me”

“So?”

“So…if you really were my friend why would you stop me from being with someone who cares about me too”

“You know why.” Jimin picked up his speed.

“But Jimin, that’s not really fair” You chased after him. “Please you know I need you, so don’t make me choose”

“I hate him Y/n. I really hate him” Jimin growled, now practically sprinting You took a deep breath and tried to keep up.

“Jimin…slow down” You panted but he kept going.

“Jimin come on, don’t be like this. I’ve never had a boyfriend before can’t you just be excited for me?”

Jimin came to a sudden halt. Your reflexes didn’t catch on fast enough and the next thing you know you crashed into Jimin’s chest. He grabbed you quickly to keep you from falling. The two of you giggled.

Jimin looked into your pleading eyes. He realized that you were right. He had no right to stop you from doing anything. You deserved your firsts. He cared about you so much, how could he ever get in the way of your happiness.

Jimin knew deep down that you had things you needed to work on, and so did he. But the two of you still needed each other as friends. He didn’t want to lose that no matter what.

“I’m sorry Y/n”

“What? No, oh my gosh, you don’t need to be sorry about anything”

“No I’m sorry for being such an immature idiot about all of this. Of course you should date whoever you want to. I’ll always support you” He pinched your cheek affectionately, “You and me are forever.”

You grinned widely, hugging your best friend tightly. “Thank you Jimin”

The two of you took off your sneakers and headed to the water to walk along the shore. The breeze began to turn cold. Jimin noticed you shiver so he pulled his shirt off and tossed it at you, the fabric landing on your face. His scent was suffocating in a good way. You caught the shirt and kicked water at Jimin in retaliation. The competitive spark in his eyes returned as he bent down to grab your hips, lifting you up from behind and swinging you around.

“Jimin!” You laughed. He smiled widely and set you down. You ran ahead of him slightly, throwing the shirt on over your head and feeling the soft warm fabric hug you. Jimin jogged to catch up.

“Okay Mr. Abs. I bet I can race you into the water” You poked his chest playfully, flinching slightly when you realized he was shirtless. Jimin raised his eyebrows.

“Why would you make a bet you know you’ll lose”

“You’re forgetting that the water is going to be ice cold. Unlike you I have clothes on, and a nice layer of fat protecting me” You joke. Jimin rolled his eyes and pinched your sides.

“If you say so” He shrugged, “On your mark…” But you already set off running, the damp sand kicking up as your feet splashed their way towards the ocean. You could hear Jimin complaining behind you and it only made you run faster. Your feet hit the water and it was freezing. You yelped a little at the contact but continued to go in deeper, until the water was up to your knees, weighing the shirt down.

Jimin splashed you and you felt yourself go under the icy waves. You retaliated, pulling him down with you. He got up and shook his hair to get the water off. You looked at each, both soaked and trembling in the cold. Jimin’s expression changed as you felt his eyes scan your body. His shirt was clinging to your sides. He stepped closer to her and let his hands slide to your low back. You looked up at him. You knew that look.

“Jimin” You started but he let go of your instantly.

“Sorry. Sorry. You’re with Tae. I respect that” He backed away. You smiled softly.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out so much so soon huh” You mumbled.

Jimin nodded, his heart dropping at the thought of not talking to you. “Some space is probably healthy yeah”

“I’ll always be here when you’re ready” You grabbed his hand. He leaned in to kiss the top of your hand.

“I know. I won’t leave you, I promise”

—

Taehyung helped you move back to campus. When it was time for him to leave, he suddenly understood the weight of a long distance relationship. The reality that he wouldn’t get to hold you every night. That you would be living a different life, one he knew nothing about. But moreso that he had a different life too. One where he was never tied down, let alone to someone who wasn’t around.

You were worth it though, he reminded himself. He waited in the lobby for you to come down from your apartment to see him off. He spotted you in elevator, chatting with your neighbor, some guy named Namjoon. The guy was really attractive, even Taehyung found himself checking out his ass. He watched your behavior carefully, pursing his lips as you ended the conversation and came to him.

“Hey. You all set to go?” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yeah…” He kissed your lips softly, “I’m gonna get going now…bye princess” You hugged him tightly, kissing one last time before you watching Taehyung leave.

Long distance was tough, but manageable. He would send naughty texts to help you get off every now and then. You still called Jimin practically every day, and things went on as normal. You wondered if you should have been missing Taehyung more, but it wasn’t as if he was ever really that big of a part of your life. You probably just needed to adjust.

It was because of this though that you didn’t notice that Taehyung had stopped calling as often, stopped sending flirty texts and instead replacing them with short “ok” “cool” “nice”. If you had noticed, you might have realized he was trying to get your attention. He wanted you to miss him like he was missing you. Until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

-

Jimin took a sip of his beer. Winter break was just around the corner. You and him made plans with all of your friends to go to Mexico and enjoy a beach resort, and he couldn’t wait. He remembered then that you now were dating Taehyung, meaning he would have to see you all over him, and probably hear every detail about everything you’ll do with him. He smirked.

Jimin had been hurt for a while after you started dating Taehyung, but eventually he realized that it was the right thing for you at the time. It was your first relationship, and Taehyung was a good person to explore yourself with. He respected you guys, and repaired your friendship slowly but surely. By the time you guys returned to campus, it was as if the drama never happened. You two facetimed every day. You knew every details of his college life and he yours.

Jimin reflected on himself after everything that happened. He realized that he had unhealthily manifested his insecurities into you. He wanted to be better, not just for you, but for himself. He wanted to feel comfortable in his own skin. Confident in himself, his looks, everything so he wouldn’t be paranoid the next time something like this happened. He had been working really hard on himself the past few months. Working out, but also meditating, making more time for himself, dealing with his insecurities and overcoming them. He made small changes to his lifestyle in order to be the person he wanted to be.

He even went out with a few girls, and was able to get some experience trying to date. None of them turned out to be anything serious, but he was now content with himself, even if he was single.

Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook all went to the same university. One that was more local to your hometown than the one you did. Jimin didn’t hang out with them too much while school was going on. They were studying different things, ran with different crowds. Had different lives. Every now and then they might have grabbed coffee, but they were all pretty busy.

So when Jimin runs into Jungkook at a house party, he is decently surprised. Jungkook fists bumps him. “Hey man. How’ve you been?”

Jimin shrugged.

“So did you and Y/n finally get together after she and Tae broke up?”

Jimin tilted his head. He had literally spoken to you earlier today and that was definitely not the case. “What? They didn’t break up”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “You sure? Taehyung’s been bringing home a new one almost every night.” Jimin’s mouth went dry.

“W…what?” He growled. Jungkook noticed and put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, maybe they’re in an open relationship. He doesn’t seem emotionally attached to them…they’re just bodies” Jimin inhaled sharply.

“Where is he?”

“Jimin, just chill okay it’s not any of our business”

“I fucking asked you where he is”

Jungkook sighed and motioned for him to follow. They went up the stairs, Jimin wasn’t even sure who’s house they were in. Jungkook arrived at a door in a back hallway and looked at Jimin as he slowly twisted the door knob.

Taehyung was butt naked, pounding some sorority girl from behind. Jimin’s blood was boiling, but Jungkook was strong and held him back from going in and breaking his neck. His heart clenched, picturing how hurt you would be. Knowing you, you would think it’s your fault for not being enough. That’s so not true. Jimin gritted his teeth.

Jungkook quickly closed the door and pulled Jimin back.

“How long has he been doing this?” Jimin growled once the two of them put some distance between them and the door. “How long has he been cheating on her?”

“I don’t know if it’s really cheating…He still talks about her like she’s his girlfriend”

“He can’t just fuck other people”

“Ahhh, Taehyung’s just like that. He needs to be touched. He really cares about her though I’m sure”

“Maybe” Jimin spat, “But she deserves so much more than that” Jungkook sighed. This wasn’t his fight. He went back and knocked on the door.

“Taehyung. Come out here for a minute”

A haphazard Taehyung stumbled out of the room, midway through putting his shirt back on. His eyes were shot, and he was clearly intoxicated. “What Kook? She was about to let me put it in her ass…” Taehyung noticed Jimin and went quiet. Jungkook remained between the two boys, placing his hand on Jimin’s chest to ensure he didn’t move.

“How could you do this to her?” Jimin yelled angrily. “After all the fucking chaos you put her…put both of us through this summer…why did you do all of that if you were just going to cheat on her?”

Taehyung bit his lip and looked at the ground, “I don’t know” He met Jimin’s glare, “Stop fucking making me the bad guy. I did everything for her and she still doesn’t let me in.”

Jimin scoffed, “She gushes about you CONSTANTLY. She’s always so happy when you call. But you…you’re just…ugh”

Taehyung gulped.  

“Didn’t you love her? Isn’t that why you convinced her to go against me, her best friend, to be with you?”

“I do love her.” Taehyung muttered, “But this isn’t high school anymore. Her life at college is different. I’m different. She was my high school crush, but now this is my real life. This is who I am here. I party, I fuck, I drink. I’m not gonna change that for her. At college she…she’s confident. She doesn’t need me. I need her to need me.”

“Then break up with her like a man. Don’t fucking cheat you asshole” Jimin growled, pushing against Jungkook’s grip.

“I don’t want to” Jimin almost leaped over Jungkook, pushing past him to clench Taehyung’s collar.

“You don’t want to? Well fuck, then prepare to be dumped because I’m sure as hell telling her”

Taehyung chuckled, “You’re such a simp. She’s not gonna believe you. You’ve been praying for us to break up”

Jimin shoved Taehyung back. “No. I respected you both. I helped her deal with you all these months. I supported her. Your first few fights, I was the one who reasoned with her. Whether or not she’s dating you, she’s my best friend.”

“Yeah and there’s a reason she picked me. You insecure, misogynistic piece of shit”

Jimin laughed, “I’m insecure? It’s like you said. People change. Except most of us get more mature, while you just continued to be the exact sleaze bag I always thought you were”

Taehyung said nothing. Jungkook pursed his lips.

“He’s right Tae” Jungkook finally pitched in, “Even I stopped fucking around as much as I used to, and I’m not in a relationship or anything. It’s time to grow up. You’ve got issues buddy”

“I’m the best thing that’s happened to her. And she has the audacity to take me for granted. Her. Take me for granted. Not have time for me. I’m Kim motherfucking Taehyung. I can get anyone on my cock without even trying. Who the fuck is Y/n to ignore me” Taehyung barked. Jimin slapped him harshly.

“Call her right now. Or I will”

-

It was new years eve. Taehyung had come clean about cheating on you. Your heart had been shattered for a while. Jimin flew all the way to your campus to spend a few days with you, holding you as you cried your soul out.

After a while you began to pick yourself up. You reflected on yourself a lot, on the relationship you had. You realized that being with Taehyung had been a burden. You felt pressure to meet a certain standard to be deserving of him. You didn’t want to live like that anymore.

You wanted to be unapologetically you. Both you and Jimin decided to focus on yourselves as independent people. You pushed each other and held each other accountable. Sometimes you wondered who you would be if you didn’t have someone like him in your life. Someone to encourage you every step of the way.

Jimin began dating, and you did feel a little jealous. But at the same time you were happy for him. He deserved the experience as much as you did. You two would talk night after night about relationships, what you liked and what you didn’t like. What you wanted and what you didn’t.

Finally winter break came around. Taehyung had been decent enough to pull out of the trip after the two of you ended your relationship. Hobi had rented out a beautiful resort. From the second you landed and saw Jimin, things had been incredibly flirty. He was teasing you endlessly, playing with you in the pool, roasting you in front of your friends. You cheeks were constantly flushed whenever he was around.

And in the humid nights he would find you on the beach, cuddling with you in a hammock, letting you read some stupid health articles to him.

“Yeah so apparently drinking chlorophyll is really good for clearing your skin” You read off of your phone. Jimin ’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder. He hummed in response but you knew he was really asleep. “I definitely have to try that. You aren’t even listening are you?”

He groaned, “God shut up y/n” He lazily grabbed your phone from you and threw it on the ground, wrapping his arms around you before you could try to reach for it. “Fuck chlorophyll, your skin is perfect. So soft” He tightened his hold on you. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear.

You turned around to face him. His eyes were closed, thick lips partially parted. You suddenly felt so emotional. You thought back to when the two of you were just kids. Clueless, outcast, weird. You always had each other.

This was you soulmate wasn’t it? Your heart glowed in fondness. You traced Jimin’s lips carefully.

“Y/n” He mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Jimin” You exhaled softly, brushing the loose strands of his now brown hair aside. “I love you”

Jimin’s eyes shot open. You could feel tears in your eyes as Jimin blinked in surprise. “I…I love you too”

It was as simple as that. You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss those plush lips, getting lost in the giddy feeling that was building inside you. You felt like a kid again, just so incredibly happy and safe. Jimin pulled away, lingering close to you.

“We’ve never…properly fucked” He confessed. You laughed.

“Yeah…I guess we haven’t.”

“Still into that kinky public sex?” He teased, nipping at your nose. You pushed him playfully causing the hammock to swivel.

“Maybe.”

“Good” His voice became sultry. He rolled off of the hammock and helped you off too, pulling you down onto the soft sand. The sun had just barely set, so it was still faintly light out, and a few people remained on the beach.

“Here?” You giggled. “We’re gonna get fined”

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t care. I wanna show everyone you’re mine” He kissed your neck affectionately. “Do you want that? Do you want me to show everyone what a good girl you are for me? Stuffed full of my big cock under me where you belong” He whispered sweet nothings, making your tremble in anticipation.

He sensually ran his fingers down your body, lingering on the parts of you that had you whining the most. He untied your bikini and watched it barely slide off of you.

“God you’re hot” He licked his lips. You placed a palm on his six pack and winked at him.

“So are you”

Jimin latched his mouth onto your breast and let his hands find your cunt, fingers playing with you lightly. He let his tongue flick against you before he sucked you like a child. You whined, knowing full well how much you liked that.

“Such pretty tits…” He mumbled, before kissing his way up your chest to find your lips again.

He kissed you repeatedly, taking his time to savor the taste of you. You could feel his hardon rub against your thigh. You wrapped you legs around his waist to try to press against him more, making him moan into your mouth.

“Jimin…please” You whined, “I need you”

“Where baby? Hm? You want me to stuff you with my cock? You want it? Want me to fuck you, squirt my cum into you, knock you up so good fuck” He rolled his hips, his clothed crotch rubbing right up against your core. “You’d be so pretty, all swollen because of me.” His hands found your stomach and squeezed it slightly. You felt your face get hot.

“Gonna fuck you every damn day” He said breathlessly, grinding into you harshly. He somehow slid off his swim trunks, allowing his long cock to bounce up in anticipation. “You taste so sweet…feel so good”

You reached down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you. “Put it in” You pleaded.

Jimin nodded, kissing you chastely one last time before lining himself up with your entrance. He carefully watched your face as he pushed in all in one thrust.

“Shit” You blurted out, “You’re so big” Jimin smirked, leaning back down to you and biting your lip softly.

“Mmm yeah. I know” He winked at you. He grabbed your ass and fondled them as he thrust into you. “Holy…shit…Y/n…” His words were broken between his quickening thrusts.

“Sssh” You whispered, “Someone will see us, just hurry up”

“You feel so good” Jimins voice wavered. You wrapped your arms around his neck to press as close to him as you possibly could, feeling his whole body move against you in a sensual rhythm. You let out a loud moan and he quickly locked lips with you again, muffling the sound. You could practically hear people talking near you, and your mind wandered to what the sight of Jimin fucking you must look like to others. So shameless. Your pussy clenched.

“You’re so beautiful” Jimin whispered, his lips not leaving yours. His thrusts became deeper as he gazed into your eyes. You panted against him, his hand coming to cup your face as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of you.

“So are you” You managed to say, mimicking his gesture, letting your thumb trace his bottom lip. He stop momentarily to get lost in another deep kiss. He then licked his finger and reached down to your clit, rubbing it softly and observing your reactions.

You squirmed, feeling your body teasing you just at the threshold of your orgasm. Half of you trying to hold back and savor the euphoric rush you felt while the other wanted to let go.

“Come on baby, cum for me” Jimin whispered, “Cum for me and scream so that everyone here knows who’s fucking you down so good” Your breath hitched and you came more strongly than ever before. You let out a high pitched gasp that was bound to have turned some heads. But you didn’t care.

“Fuck that was so hot” Jimin relished in how wet you had become, washing his cock slide in out of you effortlessly. He pulled out suddenly and brought his cock to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to cum into your mouth.

“Excuse me sir.” You heard a voice behind you. Jimin quickly pulled his shorts on and layed over you to cover your body. One of the resort workers approached you. “We’ve received a few complaints of public indecency, would you mind please taking…this…to your suite?”

Jimin blushed and nodded. “Yes, of course. Sorry” The worker bowed slightly and left as quickly as he came. Jimin and you stared at each other before you burst out laughing. He kissed your forehead.

“Let’s go” He fixed your bikini back onto you, teasing you slightly as he tied your bra.

He let you jump onto his back and he gave you a piggy back ride back inside the resort where the rest of your friends were gathered around drinking.

“Damn if it isn’t the hottest couple in town” Hobi whistled. Both you and Jimin blushed.

You made your way back to Jimin’s suite.

“So”

“So”

You giggled, “I love you”

“I love you too baby”

“Another round?”

“Hell yeah”

A/N: that’s the end! please let me know what you think/reactions! pls dont kill me for not having taehyung win lolol, again the point was that a glow up is internal not external...hopefully that got across idk. its def not my favorite concept either so im excited to get started on new stuff. i did jimin so dirty in this i gotta make up for that lmaooo. plus namjoon’s thighs are just...on my mind lately. thank you all for reading it means a lot <3 and remember that everyone is beautiful and amazing :) check out my other works if you want! 

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