I Know Next To Nothing About Hockey, But I Am In Love With This Fic.

i know next to nothing about hockey, but i am in love with this fic.

the pining between y/n and jungkook? *chef kiss*

the sexual chemistry between jimin and y/n? *chef kiss*

the surprising romantic chemistry between jimin and jungkook? my legs are up in the air kicking and screaming.

i would die for this trio

break the ice; part 2.

jeon jungkook x fem!reader x park jimin

genre. hockey au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

warnings. threesome (mmf, with some male on male action), dom!jimin, switch!jungkook, sub!reader, voyeurism, thigh riding, degradation, overstimulation, edging, oral sex, breath play, spanking, ass play and anal sex, slight cumplay and cum-eating, squirting 01 | 02 (finale)

Monday – Game 5

Over the weekend, Jungkook had shut himself inside an indoor skating rink that he used to go to a lot when he was a kid. The owner was an old friend of his father so he was more than glad to see Jungkook again and to let him occupy half the rink to practice alone. The change of scenery was to clear his head. He even went as far as to sleep at one of those grimy love motels close by the skating rink because if he had stayed on campus, no doubt he would have gotten a visit from Taehyung or Yugyeom. He just didn’t want to see anyone he knows.

With his phone turned completely off - no way for anyone to contact him or vice versa - it was just him and the ice for the entire weekend. He took his anger and frustration out on the empty goal post, and yeah, he might have scared some of the children on the other side of the rink, but it was a somewhat good outlet for all his emotions. It would have been a lot better if his goals percentage wasn’t at an all-time low. Even though there wasn’t anyone or anything blocking the net, he was missing shots left and right. Usually, he would get 4 out of 5 shots, but now, it was more like 2 out of 10. It was bad; really, really bad.

In the end, his mind was still all sorts of distracted with thoughts of Y/N. The getaway was a complete bust, that’s for sure.

When Monday arrives, Jungkook should have known that his little AWOL stint wouldn’t go over well with his friends and teammates. His rude awakening comes as soon as he steps into the locker room to get ready for the game that night. With no time to react, he finds himself under Taehyung’s headlock.

“What the fuck, Jeon!? Where the hell were you!? Why did you have your phone off all weekend?!”

Jungkook grunts in pain, blinking up at his other best friend for help from the mad man that has him trapped. Yugyeom just glares in return, arms crossed and so clearly pissed off. “Don’t give me those bigass, stupidass, sparkling–” Yugyeom quickly shakes his head when he feels himself wavering and about to give in, “– stupidass eyes! You’re a large sack of dildos, you know that? Tae’s actually going a lot easier on you than if I were to do it!”

The other guys join in, surrounding Jungkook to either mess up his hair as a punishment or hurl insults that attack his manhood. As they hassle him, Jungkook finds himself smiling. Despite their odd ways of showing it, Jungkook knows his teammates were just worried about him.

“Whoa, what the fuck is going on here?!” Jong1 frantically asks once he comes back into the room after having a taxing talk with their coach in the room over, only to see his team clustered together and heckling loudly. Rushing to the centre of the circle to find Jungkook and Taehyung, the frenzied captain frees Jungkook from Taehyung’s grasp. With a hand against both their chest, he separates the two friends by a large gap. “Guys, this isn’t the time to fight!”

“We weren’t really fighting!” Taehyung assures, laughing at Jong1. “You gotta relax, my dude.”

Jong3 smacks the back of Taehyung’s head, telling him to give their captain a break and to stop speaking informally. Taehyung sulks, rubbing the back of his head while correcting himself, “Sorry, hyung.”

“It’s fine,” Jong1 says, warily looking between Jungkook and Taehyung again. “But are you sure you guys are good?”

They nod and their captain breathes a sigh of relief. That’s one less problem he has to worry about. Now onto the next problem…

“What about you? Did you let off steam like you promised me you would?” Jong1 questions Jungkook. His captain was one of the few people Jungkook had told about his whereabouts during the weekend. Jungkook knew Jong1 already has a lot of anxiety because of school, the finals games, and the scouts watching… He didn’t want to be another addition to the captain’s stress.

Though Jungkook nods at the question, Jong1 catches onto the millisecond of hesitation from the younger boy. “You can always sit out today’s game, Jungkook. Just let me know, I’ve already talked to Coach.”

“No, it’s all good!” Jungkook quickly insists. “I…” He recalls his shitty goals to miss ratio. Maybe, he should just be benched for this one game. It’s just one game, no big deal. But he’s far too proud to admit he wasn’t in the best shape to play. Just like he was far too proud to call Y/N and apologize. Grinning weakly, he lies through his teeth, “I’m good to play, hyung.”

Jong1 regards Jungkook for a few more seconds, he was not falling for the younger man’s BS. Coach said he’s going to allow Jong1 to call all the shots in the last few games since, so he can easily let Jungkook rest this game and have the maknae step in. It would be for the best, Jong1 thinks rationally to himself, but then the damn Golden Boy’s doe-eyes is still fixed on him, big and brown and silently begging him to stay in play.

God, damn it, was the captain’s last thought before he chooses to let it go with a nod of his head, then orders his team to go back to getting ready.

The advantage of home games is the vast amount of support that one doesn’t typically garner at away games. It’s scientifically proven that sports teams have a better chance of winning when on home turf because of the love they receive while there, fueling up their egos and adrenaline. And yet, as Jungkook – someone who typically feeds off on praises and admiration – hears the roaring cheers of the crowd in the stadium, chanting for the Yonsei team, chanting for him; he still felt anxious and sick to his stomach. Those are not feelings he’s used to having when he’s about to play.

Like second nature to him, Jungkook eyes search for Y/N when he steps into the ice even though he didn’t really have the guts to face her right now. He wasn’t angry with her anymore. As a matter of fact, he was just really embarrassed. He realized that punching Jimin was so childish. What right did he have to do that? It’s not like he’s her boyfriend – as much as he’d like to be. The jealous act he pulled makes him cringe so badly the more and more he thought about it. He tried to convince himself that he was just looking out for Y/N as her best friend – it did not work.

Although he was the one who told Y/N not come to the game, he frowns dejectedly when he doesn’t see her. He hadn’t expected her to listen to him. He was sure that the girls would have convinced her to come. They probably tried, seeing as they were all giving him the darkest of looks from the front row where they usually sit. Was she too upset by the things he had said to come? Was she angry with him? He wouldn’t blame her if she was.

Jungkook bites at his lower lips, too preoccupied with all these thoughts to sing along to the Korean National anthem playing through the speakers. Across from where his team was lined up was the Korea University team, also standing in attention.

Feeling eyes on him, Jungkook turns his head and spots the blond-haired man diagonal from him with his head tilted slightly to the side, regarding Jungkook curiously. Jimin jumps slightly - startled and embarrassed that Jungkook caught him on the act - and quickly looks straight ahead as his rosy cheeks brightens a shade redder. While Jimin begins to mouth the words to the anthem, pretending that nothing had transpired, Jungkook continues to study at him.

The bruising around #7’s left cheekbones and the eye were starting to heal. It was still a bit purple but the edges are a combination of green and yellow, looking a lot better than how it did last Friday night. Still, the sight of it makes Jungkook scowl deeply because it makes him so mad at himself to know that he did that to the left winger.

Jungkook was no goon. He hated solving his problems on the ice by fighting, he’d rather solve it by beating their ass with multiple consecutive goals that ultimately lead to the other team’s soul-crushing defeat. Last year when that line brawl broke out during the Yonsei vs. Konkuk game, Jungkook opted out of the fight, skating to the side and away from all the fist throwing and jersey pulling happening in the centre of the ice. He just thought it’s really pointless to fight during the game, eating up time when they could be playing; so he’s really disappointed in himself for what he did. Even Jooheon – the official unofficial enforcer of the team, the guy who lives for shit to go down with the opposing team – clearly frowned upon it, reminding Jungkook after the game last week that it’s not a good fight if one half of the party isn’t participating.

His teammate was right; it was a low blow of Jungkook to punch #7 multiple times when the guy didn’t even have the chance to react and to defend himself. Jungkook tells himself that he won’t stoop that low again.

As the anthem ends and the players disperse to their starting spots, Jungkook realizes - as he watches the blond skate away - that Y/N was not the only person he had to apologize to.

The first period ends with zeros on both sides of the scoreboard.

The Yonsei team heads back to their locker room during the intermission with mixed feelings of dissatisfaction, optimism, and exhaustion. Although it would have been better if they had the lead with even just a single point, they’re not complaining about the tie.

While the other guys were using their break time wisely – re-taping, tending their injuries, going to pee (or, uh… number 2 – these games can get very stressful), and refueling with energy drinks from one of the companies sponsoring the team – Jungkook sits on the bench of his locker stall, staring at the message on his phone screen that plagued his mind all weekend long.

[Saturday 12:42 AM] Y/N —i’m sorry —i miss you

God only knows how many times he tried and failed to send her a reply back over the course of the weekend. Drafts after drafts of deleted text messages were made; some long, some short, some angry, some sad, but almost all ended with him writing the same thing she did.

‘I miss you too’

And here he was, trying again:

so i didn’t see you at the game? i know i told you not to come but i didn’t really mean it? you could still come… the first period just ended, if you want to come watch… where are you anyway? are you going to co—

Beyond frustrated, Jungkook deletes the text while he ruffles his hand through his hair. How many times was he going to not-so-subtly ask her to come to the game? And why couldn’t he admit defeat and tell her that he was the one acting like a jackass and that he doesn’t forgive her because there was nothing to forgive because he was the one in the wrong? It’s so hard to get his feelings out on text.

“Hey, are you checking up on Y/N? Is she better now?”

Jungkook nearly breaks his neck to whip his head to look at Jong2 who sits down at his own locker stall beside Jungkook’s, in the middle of putting on a fresh clean shirt.

“Better?! What happened to her?!” Jungkook asks anxiously, eyes widening with worry. His voice was so loud that in the already unruly and noisy room, he gets the attention of Jong3 and Doyoung as well.

“Wait, you don’t know? Y/N is—“

Before Jong3 can finish his sentence, the door bursts open and the feisty girl with the long, bright red hair enters the room and stands in the middle with one on her hip and the other raising up a large card. Jong2 sigh-chuckles, shaking his head as Yura yells while she scans her gaze around to every guy in the room, “Line up, doorknobs! It’s time to sign this ‘Get Well’ card for our darling, Y/N!”

Get well card?! Jungkook watches his teammates line up with no question, like they all knew Y/N’s condition. Taehyung and Yugyeom race to the front, pushing each other on the way, wanting to be the first one to sign the card.

Frozen in place, more questions disturbed his mind. Is she okay? Is she hurt?

A hand waves in front of Jungkook’s vision, and he looks up at Jong2 who places a reassuring hand on his shoulder to decrease the tension that visibly wracked Jungkook’s body. “Don’t worry, she’s just sick. I’m sure Yura will tell you how she’s doing if you ask… nicely.”

After nodding, Jungkook stands up and make his way to the front of the line. When he gets there, Yugyeom is still diligently writing his message against Taehyung’s back, and Yura flicks her eyes on him then quickly rolls them and looks back at Yugyeom, telling him to hurry up.

That’s not a good sign, Jungkook thinks. But as much as his noonas scare him, knowing about how Y/N was is much more important to him. “Yura-noona, is Y/N okay? How sick is she?”

“Oh?” Yura fakes a gasp, then glares at him. “Do you actually care?!”

“What the hell, Yura?! Of course, I care!” Jungkook answers with an offended huff as knots were starting to tie up in his stomach - his saliva heating up in his mouth and his breathing becoming shallow. If Yura thinks he didn’t care, was Y/N thinking the same? The thought made him feel nauseous.

“Well, color me surprised!” Yura exclaims with a tight smile before looking at the next person in line who was about to write on the card. She shakes her head as she states in the sweetest voice, far from how she was like when answering Jungkook, “Erm, no Donghyuk sweetie… Can Jooheon write for you? Your penmanship is, well, terrible.”

When the maknae of the team nods dejectedly and gives the pen to the man behind him, Yura turns her attention back to Jungkook, “If you must know, Y/N has been gravely ill all weekend. We almost even had to drive her to the hospital! That’s how sick she is—“

“Come on, Yura…” Jong2 sighs deeply, coming up behind Jungkook, who’s standing frozen in place with his doe-eyes wide and vacant. “That’s an obvious exaggeration, I talked to her yes—“

“I said what I said!” Yura snaps, cutting him off curtly. “If Jungkook cared enough about Y/N, he would know about her condition himself.”

“Give him a break, Yura,” Jong1 says, leaving the line to stand beside Jong2. “Whatever’s going on between him and Y/N, we shouldn’t interf–“

“AND WHY NOT?! She’s one of my best friends, of course I’m going to look out for her when assholes…”

As Yura continues to rant and the guys try to placate her infuriated mood, Jungkook has become deaf to all their voices. The only intrusive thought running over and over again in his mind was, “Y/N … gravely ill … hospital! … ill… grave… hospital… hospital…”

When the second period starts, his head wasn’t in the game at all.

The second period ends with a single score for Korea University. The captain pulls Jungkook aside during the intermission.

“Go,” Jong1 says, head tilting towards the door. Before Jungkook could even ask what?, the captain continues, “Go see Y/N.”

“But the gam—“

“We can handle it,” Jooheon exclaims with a bright, deep-dimpled smile towards Jungkook. “Trust your hyungs, and go make up with Y/N!”

The rest of the team bellow their agreement, all of them clearly hated seeing how distressed and down Jungkook has been throughout the game. It takes a few more minutes, but they convince him to go. Truthfully, he had wanted to leave earlier, but he didn’t want to let any of his teammates down. Now that he has their approval, it’s like a tiny bit of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Though there are still some things bogging him down, like how he doesn’t know if Y/N will forgive him or not.

Once he was clothed in his regular clothes, Jungkook starts to bid goodbye and good luck to his teammates. Taehyung and Yugyeom hug him tight, both wishing him luck as well. Jungkook’s thankful for that because he feels like he really needs it.

“Jungkook.”

At the call of his name, Jungkook stops before he could reach the door and looks back at his captain.

“Remember, whatever happens in the third period, whether we win… or we lose… It’s not your fault. Just promise me that when you come back for Wednesday’s game, you’ll give it your 110 percent…” The captain playfully gives him a stern look, “For real this time.”

Jungkook nods, firm and it holds a promise. “I will. Thank you, captain.”

He leaves the locker room with all the guys cheering him on.

Jungkook threads his way through the slightly crowded halls of the sports centre. With 10 minutes left of the final intermission before the last period, most of the attendees are dispersing back into the stadium but there are still quite a few running to and fro the bathrooms and the cafeteria. He was so focused on trying to find Yura and other girls that he didn’t even hear the multiple calls of his name until a soft and delicate hand wraps itself around his forearm.  

Abruptly halting his steps, Jungkook looks to his side and sees Eunha gazing up at him with her pretty, pale pink smile.

“Finally! I’ve been calling your name for the past 3 minutes!” She giggles, then she takes in his regular attire and the huge bag he was carrying on his back. Concerned, she questions, “Wait, are you leaving?”

Jungkook nods while catching his breath he didn’t realize he needed after running around so quickly. “Yeah, I’m going to see Y/N—“

“Is she still really sick?!” Eunha gasps, now looking even more worried.

Even Eunha knew Y/N was sick?! Jungkook thinks to himself, feeling like the worst best friend every passing second.

“Uh… yeah, she’s…” Jungkook trails off because he doesn’t even know. He shakes his head slightly, then asks her instead, “Have you seen Yura?”

Eunha nods, pointing towards the cafeteria, “She’s with the other girls, near the tteokbokki stand!”

“Thanks!” Jungkook exclaims, smiling wide and patting her shoulders before walking backwards towards the direction of the cafeteria. “I’ll see you, um, —“  he waves his hand around, indicating he doesn’t know when, then waves goodbye. “Wednesday’s game?”

“Okay, see you then!” Eunha waves back with a chuckle. She stands on her tiptoes so she can see him over the bobbing heads the crowd. “Make rosehip tea with lemon slices for Y/N! It’ll help!”

He gives her an ‘OK’ sign with his fingers then turns and runs to the cafeteria.

“Yah! Stop hogging all the super spicy ones! You ordered the milder flavor so eat—“ Jungkook slams his hands on the table where the four girls were sitting around, panting heavily and sweaty bangs clinging onto his forehead; yet the girls pay him no mind. Solji continues to yell at Hyoyeon, “—those instead, you bitch!”

Hyoyeon quickly stuffs another spicy rice cake in her mouth before pouting as she chews.

“Noona–” Jungkook starts, but Solji cuts him off with a sigh, and relents to give Hyoyeon half of the last rice cake on her paper plate. Hyoyeon shrieks her thank you before biting down on the snack that Solji present to her.

“Noo—“ Once again, Jungkook was interrupted by Yura and Yuri, squabbling as well while they share a jumbo milk tea bubble tea.

Shifting his gaze fleetingly between all his noonas, all of them intent on ignoring him, he lets out an exasperated groan.

“Noonaaaas,” Jungkook whines childishly, face crumbling as he lets out frustrated huffs. “I get it! I’m a jerk, an asshole, a dirtbag—“ finally, the girls turned towards him, all either nodding in agreement or head tilting for him to amp up the self-deprecation. Jungkook sighs and reluctantly adds ‘a penis-finger’ quietly because he knows that’s Hyoyeon’s favorite insult, and that results in the blonde clapping happily and smiling brightly. “–but can you guys please just talk to me?! I’m really, really sorry, okay?!”

“We’re not the ones you need to apologize to,” Yuri sternly reminds him. Jungkook opens his mouth to answer, but Yuri rests her chin in the palm of her hand and smirks, beating him to the punch, “Although… I wouldn’t mind seeing you groveling on your knees…”

Jungkook’s voice dies in his throat with a dry swallow. Does she want him to do that, here and now?

He looks around with wide, terrified eyes; embarrassment already flooding in him. Luckily, Solji narrows her eyes with disappointment and slight disgust at Yuri - who shrugs with an unapologetically grin - then addresses Jungkook, “What do you want Jungkook? If you’re leaving to see Y/N, you don’t need permission from us… Or are you trying to gauge how angry she is with you?”

Jungkook bites his lip and shakes his head, “I… wanted to ask if…” his stare lingers to the card on the table close to Yuri. They all follow his line of sight as he continues, “I can take that to Y/N for you?”

Yuri grabs the homemade “get well” card and hugs it against her chest, crinkling the paper slightly. “Why? I worked really hard on this, you know?” She points the art on the cover, a manhwa-like drawing of Y/N and Ji Changwook staring intensely into each other’s eyes and about to lock lips, Yuri’s signature watercolor roses in the background. It was a beautiful piece, not surprising for the art major, but there was something strange about the drawing that has Jungkook tilting his head.

“And I worked hard collecting all the signatures as well!” Yura chimes in.

“Why do you want to be the one to give it?” Solji asks.

“I’m going there anyway so I thought—“

“Oh, he needs a crutch to hold on to…” Hyoyeon muses out loud. “In case, Y/N doesn’t want to speak to him.”

“Ah…” All the girls hum their understanding and Jungkook lowers his head because he can’t even protest - that’s the exact reason he wanted to have the card with him.

“Fine…” Yuri concedes, standing up so she can reach over and give Jungkook the card. He brightens as he carefully takes it from her and bows many times as a thank you. “Just tell me her reaction to the creepy, large yaoi hands I gave Ji Changwook.” Yuri chuckles as Jungkook’s eyes bulge as he looks over the hand cupping Y/N’s face and realizes that’s what was strange about the picture. “I hope it makes her laugh.”

“Oh! And here!” Hyoyeon jumps up and gives Jungkook a gift bag filled with sweets and imported fruits.

Solji hands him another. “This one’s from Wendy, Tiff, Jihyun, and Key.”

“Don’t mix them up!” Yura warns with a playful glare. “We got Y/N the better and more expensive things!”

Jungkook smiles as he looks down at all the gifts he was carrying. It’s no surprise that Y/N has so many friends that love her; she is, after all – in Jungkook’s most honest opinion – the best and most wonderful person that ever graced this universe.

He promises to himself that like his friends, he will do better to show her how much she means to him.

Breathe in. Breath out.

Inhale. Exhale.

Jungkook takes six deep breaths before he finally raps his knuckles against Y/N’s door. He does it lightly - not his usual annoyingly loud 50 knocks per second like there’s a murderer chasing after him and if she doesn’t open the door in two seconds, he’ll be dead – because he was scared about making her angrier than she probably already is. Plus, she’s sick, so he didn’t want to cause any more headaches for her.

Under his breath, he was carefully rehearsing what he was going to say over and over again – and rather animatedly as well - when the door bursts open. His widening doe-eyes meets Y/N’s surprised ones, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as he rapidly clamps his mouth closed.

As Y/N hugs her door, she blinks at Jungkook like she couldn’t believe he’s in front of her. She’s so bewildered that she actually reaches out slowly until the pad of her index finger presses against the tip of his nose, causing Jungkook to cutely wrinkle it. Shaken, she snatches her arm back and asks quickly, “What are you doing here?!”

Jungkook lifts up his left hand that’s clutching onto all the things he got from his noonas – and also a few other items that he picked up on the way over. “I heard you were sick so I…”

“But the game?”

“I… I left… after the second period.”

“Why?” She questions, brows furrowed in confusion.

Jungkook wets his lips and peers sincerely into her eyes. “Because my best friend’s sick and I’m the jerk who didn’t even know… I left the game early because I really needed to apologize and make it up to her… The game was the last thing on my mind because she is so much more important to me.”

He went off book with his apology, it wasn’t the one he rehearsed. He doesn’t know if that was a good thing or not but at least he can say it came straight from his heart.

Maybe it wasn’t for the best, he thinks as she steps back without saying anything. He was already resigned to the door slamming on his face so he was a bit shocked when it widens open further, and Y/N’s prompting him to come inside with a slight tilt of her head and kind smile.

Jungkook steps inside hurriedly, in case she changes her mind. After kicking off his boots, together they walk a couple steps into her tiny kitchen/living area and he places all the bags in his hand on her kitchen counter. Feeling her eyes on his back, Jungkook nervously starts to organize the bags, finding the one that contained the food he bought from her favorite restaurant. “I, uh, got you some dakjuk from—“

That’s when he feels her wrap her arms gingerly around his waist, pressing herself so tightly against his back, and so he lost his train of thought, frozen in place.

“Thanks, Kook,” she says, and he only snaps out of it when he hears her sniffling. In one swift movement, he turns around so he can squeeze her back, not caring if the close proximity to her can also make him sick. As she buries her face into his chest, he buries his face in her hair, inhaling the lovely and familiar scent of her shampoo.

Jungkook missed this so much.

He missed her so much.

“I’ve missed you,” her words vibrate throughout his body, making him smile into her hair.

“I’ve missed you too,” he says as she tilts her head back to peer up at him. “And I’m really sorry for being so stupid about… you know, everything.”

She shrugs with a grin, her arm still around him. “It’s fine.”

“No, it wasn’t fine, it was—“ Jungkook gets lost in her eyes, then takes in her slightly groggy appearance - droopy eyelids and pink nostrils - with slight puzzlement. “You don’t look… deathly ill…”

“Cause I’m not?” She says with a light chuckle. “Who told you I was deathly ill? Wait – don’t answer that…” She heaves a deep sigh and mutters Hyoyeon under her breath.

“It was actually Yura-noona,” Jungkook corrects.

“She was my second guess…” She pulls away from him and hugs herself, frowning. “I’m sorry if you left the game thinking I was really sick… I mean, I was sick… the worst it got was on Saturday but it wasn’t bad. I’m recovering pretty well… but I think I might have drank too much medicine today, so I’m a bit out of it, so…” She sighs again. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I’m glad you weren’t super sick and I’m even more glad to be here right now.” Jungkook takes her hand and leads her to sit down on the island stool. He flashes her a bright smile and says, “I’ll heat up the soup for you.”

As she ate the soup he bought her and sipped on the rosehip tea with lemons he made for her, they read through the get well card together. He couldn’t help but admire her with a sickeningly loving gaze and soft smile as her face flushes deeper after every message of love and care from her friends that she reads out loud.

“Hello my Angelcakes, I miss you sooooo much. Mwuah. Mwuah. Mwuah. I hope you’re doing better, but if you aren’t… Just call me over. Winky face. Tongue Face. I have verrrry healing hands…” Y/N scowls, shaking her head as she stops reading, eyes meeting with Jungkook’s unamused ones. Flipping the card over for Jungkook to see, she points at the small block of tiny writing at the far left side of the card – it was probably around 1000 words. “Taehyung wrote a freaking smut in here!” Then she reads the rest in her head, eyes widening in intrigue. “And it’s actually… not… that bad…”

Jungkook sighs. “I guess you got to give him some credit. He wrote all that in under two minutes.”

Y/N mumbles an impressed ‘wow’ then moves onto the next message.

“Y/N-unnie! I was really sad to hear that you’re sick! Get better soon because I want to take you to that cute donut shop I told you about! XOXO, Eunha.” Y/N giggles as she shows him the donut man that Eunha drew. With a light smile, she tips her head towards him and says, “She’s really cute…”

Jungkook’s eyebrow rises as he hums a puzzled, “Hmm?”

The chiming sounds of both their phones interrupts Y/N from answering. At the same time, they check the text message they both got and beam up at each other after reading.

“That’s my boy!” Jungkook cries as Y/N squeals and tackles him into a hug. Just under 10 seconds before the game was over, Yugyeom had scored a goal to tie out the game.

It doesn’t mean that they’ve won, but now they have a chance to win. It has become a sudden death match; whichever team scores the first goal during the overtime wins the game. At this point of the night - with both teams tired and exhausted - it could really go either way.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut tight as he hugs Y/N tighter; hoping, wishing, and praying his hardest that it will go the Yonsei’s team’s way.

They move from the kitchen to the bedroom. The cold medicine that Y/N had taken earlier was finally taking a huge toll on her so Jungkook had carried her and tucked her into bed. But although she’s on the verge of falling asleep any second, she pinches herself to stay awake for the results of the game. 30 minutes had already passed since the overtime started and still no goals had been made, it seems that both teams weren’t backing down.

Together, Jungkook and Y/N sit with their backs against the headboard of her bed, their eyes glued to the messages that the girls were sending. The latest news was that Jong3 was close to passing out so they tagged him out for Doyoung – and that was relayed to them 3 minutes ago. A million things could have happened between now and then —

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Both their mouth drops when they read the newest text, Jungkook even mutters a breathless “Fuck.”

“This could be good for us though, right?” She says, her tone perky but there’s a hint of apprehension underneath. “Maybe this means that they’re at their breaking point, and this move is all they have left…”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, trying to accept the optimism that she’s providing.

They had just been told that the Korea University has pulled their goalie so they can have an extra attacker on the ice. With the other team’s net empty, Yonsei has a huge chance of winning… But they have no idea what kind of play the Korea U team had under their sleeve to pull such a risky move.

Jungkook hadn’t even realized how bad his hands were shaking on top of the covers until Y/N grasps the one closest to her. He turns to her and she gives him reassuring smile and that comforted him enough to stop quivering.

They sit like that, hand in hand, for a few more minutes until their phones vibrates again.

Jungkook barely glances at the screen before he looks down, hair covering his eyes, body slumping with a defeated sigh.

Y/N feels him tighten his grip on her hand after she puts away their phones on top of her dresser, and she frowns sadly when she sees the way his body was trembling as he cried as silently as he could, the evidence of his sadness falls and dampens her sheets.

“I feel like this is my fault…” Jungkook breaks the silence a minute later, still crying.

“It’s not!” Y/N insists, and although the medicine is clouding up her mind, the need to cheer up her best friend is greater. Softer, she tries again, her own eyes brimming with tears because of how crushed he looks, “Jungkook, stop… It’s not…”

“I…I don’t know, Y/N…” Jungkook begins. Yes, his hyungs did tell him that whatever happens after he left wasn’t on him, but it still feels like he was the one who let them all down. The weight of the title “The Golden Boy” heavy on his shoulders. “I haven’t been doing my best.” He finally looks up, eyes red with devastation and cheeks streaking with limpid tears. “I’m really scared, Y/N. What if we don’t win the Wednesday game? What if my hyungs d-don’t get scouted?” He hiccups, sobbing lightly. “I know that Taehyung’s probably beating himself up right now for not saving the goal and… I don’t know if I could face him now because I was supposed to be there. I was supposed to have his back. I was supposed to have all their backs. What kind of captain am I going to be next year when I’m still like this? I’m not even half the man or leader Jonghyun-hyung is…”

With that, Y/N’s tears drop as well, her heart aching for her best friend. She leans forward and wraps her arms around him and his face falls into the crook of her neck.

“You are… That’s why they chose you to be the new captain. All your teammates voted for you because they believe you will make an amazing leader and captain. Stop… Stop putting yourself down like this, please,” with her hand under his chin, she lifts his head up to stare into his eyes. “Please, Jungkook?”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods, determined to try at least.

“Promise?”

Jungkook manages to smile because of the look in her eyes. It always stirs up so many emotions in him. It always makes him want to do everything she asks of him. “Promise.”

They hug closely again, her head now resting on his shoulder. She must hear it, right? His heart beating so fast. So loud. All because of her. He had confessed so much already – his fears about losing, his fear of being an inadequate captain – he might as well confess one other thing. It was now or never, right?

He takes a deep breath then blurts out:

“Y/N… I love you…”

When she doesn’t answer, he quickly continues, “And not like friend-love… but love… love… I was going to tell you when we win the cup – but maybe that was a bit presumptuous of me… So I’m telling you now… Y/N, I love you so—“

That’s when he overhears her soft snoring. He looks sideways at her to confirm that she was indeed asleep, probably all throughout his whole confession - she was even already slightly drooling on his shirt. He chuckles faintly, letting out an ‘of course…’ then gently unwraps her arms around him so he can lay her down properly.

He stands up to stretch once she’s comfortable and in deep slumber. In the middle of reaching towards the ceiling, one of their phones vibrates with a new notification. Jungkook notices it was Y/N’s phone and decides to leave it alone… Until his curiosity got the better of him. Just a little peek, that’s all…

When he checks her screen, he frowns slightly. But for some reason, he already had a feeling it was going to be him.

[11:49 PM] Jimin —are you feeling better? —let me know, i’m worried

So even Park Jimin knew Y/N was sick?

Jungkook looks towards Y/N, feeling like he didn’t deserve her at all.

Maybe it was for the best that she wasn’t awake for his confession.

Wednesday – Game 6

When Wednesday arrives, you’re back in full health.

Solji picks you up in her minivan along with the rest of the girls, all of you heading back to Korea University for the 6th game of the championship – and it might be the last; but hopefully not.

At the Korea U campus, you meet up with the Korea U bunnies at a café to catch up before the game. Like your girls had done earlier, your friends from the opposing school shower you with hugs and kisses and concern. It takes at least 3 minutes to pry Tiffany off of you.

“Is it awful for me to want your team to win tonight?” Jihyun asks when you’re all sat at a large table, beverages of choice in front of all of you and an assortment of different desserts in the middle for everyone to share. “Like how epic would the game on Friday be knowing whoever wins that game will be the champions?!”

“Well, obviously we want our team to win today,” Yuri says after a bite of strawberry shortcake. “But yeah, if the roles were reversed and our team had the lead on the wins, I would want your team to win today as well. It would make the championship a lot more fun, y’know?”

“How can you say that!?” Solji grabs Yuri’s arm and shakes her. “If we were the ones that could win the whole championship tonight, I would want us to win. Do you know how hard Jonghyun works?! How terrified he is that he won’t get scouted?!”

“Yeah!” Wendy agrees, nodding her head frantically and glaring fiercely at Jihyun. “Namjoon’s been freaking out as well! If you guys even knew a fraction of the things the captains go through, then you wouldn’t be saying shit like that!“

“Oh my god…” Tiffany rolls her eyes. “We get it… The captains’ have amazing dick game…”

“It’s more than that…” Solji trails off, blushing deeply. In an instant, everyone turns their head towards Solji, who was giggling to herself.

“Excuse me?” Kibum questions, eyes popping. “What do you mean by that?”

“We’re…” Solji shyly pulls out the necklace that was hidden underneath her chunky turtleneck, it had a pretty and small pink diamond pendant attached to it. “Official now.”

“BITCH, WHAT?!” Hyoyeon screams elatedly while you all have similar yet a tad calmer reactions. The other patrons of the café were judging your table with grimaces but none of you care, especially when Wendy adds, “Same with me and Namjoon!” And she shows off the golden bracelet she got from the Korea U captain.

Stunned and ecstatic for your friends, your mouth and eyes are both wide like saucers, taking everything in as you hold Wendy’s hand to look at the bracelet more closely. “Wow…”

Kibum pouts, huffing in slight annoyance. “I can’t believe Kim Namjoon, the ultimate fuckboy in Korea U –“ in which Wendy cries an indignant, ‘HEY!’, yet he continues “- is actually in love and wants to be in a monogamous relationship… I mean, of course he does, because who would let Wendy be ‘the one that got away’ since she’s amazing-“ Wendy hums a pleased ‘thank you’ at that, “-but like… Jjong won’t even admit he has feelings for me when I know he does?” Kibum groans, turning to Yura, “Please don’t tell me you and Jong2 are also madly in love? As happy as I am for these two, I don’t want to be bitter alone!”

Yura clenches her teeth together, then frowns after a defeated sigh. “You’re not alone. Jong2 is… Ugh…” She looks off to the side and shakes her head. Then she grabs Kibum’s hand and smiles widely, “Whatever. We’ll be bitter together and be happy for Solji and Wendy!”

“Sounds like a plan!” Kibum cheers and then his attention turns to you, startling you enough to jump slightly in place. “What about you, babe? Are you joining us in our bitterness or has the Golden Boy finally confessed his undying love for you?”

“What?” You mumble through a mouthful of matcha crêpe cake, thoroughly dumbfounded by his statement/question. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you serious, Y/N?! You’re still playing the clueless act?!” Tiffany questions with a laugh.

“It’s her charm,” Hyoyeon says as she embraces you. “We love our precious oblivious baby.”

“I’m not clueless or oblivious!” You claim as you shake your head. “I know Jungkook had a slight crush on me… you know… because of that whole thing at Jong3’s birthday party… but that passed! Jungkook is not in love with me!”

“Oh, honey…” The whole table murmurs in unison. The pitying looks on all their faces cause your throat to run dry, unable to defend your stance.

So your friends give their two-cents instead.

“Didn’t he spend yesterday pampering you like a princess? Running around the city to get whatever you wanted?” Yura asks, though she already knew the answer – he did spend the entirety of yesterday getting everything you wanted…Which wasn’t much! You just craved spicy rice cakes because of the girls’ snaps on SnapChat and you might have asked him to get you a pint of gelato from that popular ice cream parlour that always has a two hours wait time.

“The boy is whipped! He waited 4 hours to get her ice cream yesterday!” Solji exclaims and others gasp.

“No! It’s only two hours!” You correct her.

“Was it DDD Gelato?” Kibum curiously asks. When you nod, he chuckles. “Solji’s right, the wait time is around 4-5 hours now because they’re closing their shop during the winter season soon, so everyone’s trying to get their last ice cream fix.” Wiggling his brows, he mouths to you, “Whipped.”

Did he really? Did Jungkook really wait 4 or maybe even 5 hours to get ice cream for you? But even if he did, that doesn’t mean he’s in love with you… Right?

“That’s so sweet!” Tiffany coos.

“I really thought you two were going out the first time I met you guys at that party last year,” Jihyun confesses.

“Same!” Wendy agrees. “Almost every conversation I’ve ever had with him revolved around hockey and Y/N.”

“That’s doesn—“

“His little victory ‘thing’ after every goal he scores is to look to see if you saw it,” Hyoyeon cuts you off.

“Not even that,” Yuri interjects. “Literally any time he does anything he deems was cool, on ice and off, he looks to see if you’re looking!”

As they provide more and more proofs, you couldn’t even bring yourself to interject anymore. Each new thing they’re telling you had you more stunned than the last.

“Face it, Y/N… Jeon Jungkook is truly, madly, and deeply in love with you,” Solji says with a smirk. “The question now is… What are you going to do about it? Do you feel it back?”

You kept mum, but your clammy hands and rapidly beating heart at finding out the truth can only be explained by one answer – you do love Jungkook back. You’re sure that you have been for a while.

But you’re really not sure what you’re going to do about it.

Jungkook has a really great feeling the upcoming game.

During the pre-game skate and warm up drills, his speed was on point and his slap shots were once again ones that were not to be messed with. His teammates praise him with a ‘Welcome back, Jeon!’ and multiple hard pats on his back and he takes it with a bright smile because damn right, he was back!

20 minutes before the game started, Yugyeom had realized that he had forgotten his gloves inside his car. Since he’s a great friend (and because Yugyeom was struggling really hard to get his skates off), Jungkook went to get it for him.

On his way back, he catches sight of somebody that he had been hoping to bump into. Though the man was quite a bit ahead of him, it was as good a time as any to finally get this settled, and so Jungkook jogs slightly as he calls out, “Hey, #7!”

That instantly gets the blond’s attention, and he stops to turn towards the voice that had said his jersey number. Jungkook offers a smile when he reaches him and says, “I, uh, wanted to apologize for Friday… For…” He awkwardly does a slight punching motion. “… That whole thing and…”

Park Jimin gawks at him, waiting for more, but Jungkook hadn’t prepared much for this and so he finishes lamely, “Yeah.”

“You know, your apology would have sounded a lot more genuine if you had called me by my name,” Jimin drawls with a glare, crossing his arms.

Jungkook’s mouth drops and he stumbles out dumbly, “Umm… Uh…”

Then Jimin laughs, waving his hand. “I’m just kidding! It’s all good!”

“No, no, you’re right,” Jungkook admits with a few shakes of his head. He tries his apology again, sincerely this time, “I’m sorry for what I did, Jimin. It was fucked up and you didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you.” Jimin smiles as he tips his head with a nod. “I accept your apology, Jungkook.”

They awkwardly smile and nod at each other after that, not really knowing where to go from there. Jungkook’s wondering if he should make small talk? Or just bolt the hell away from this uncomfortable situation?

To make everything worse, his brain decides just now to remember the picture he had seen on Y/N’s phone. His eyes subconsciously glance down Jimin’s body, zeroing in on the area that he probably shouldn’t be looking at. A clearing of the throat is the only thing that snaps him out of it, and he flicks his gaze up to look into the eyes of the one who made the noise. Jimin’s uneasy expression seems to ask Jungkook the question ‘what are you doing?’, causing Jungkook to blush deeply.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What the hell was he doing?

“Anyways, see ya!” Jungkook hurriedly says, already walking away, pretending nothing in the past few seconds had transpired. “Just because we’re cool now, doesn’t mean I’m not going to beat your ass at the game tonight!”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you try, #19!” Jimin counters with a smirk.

Jungkook almost grimaces at how begrudgingly good-looking the guy is, but instead, he trips slightly from staring too much. When gets himself straightened up, he runs before he can further embarrass himself.

Too bad the way his mortified mind chose to run was akin to Naruto’s, and he could hear Jimin’s amused laughter behind him fading as he runs further and further away.

True to his words, Jungkook scores 5 goals – the MVP for the night - and Yonsei wins the game.

The Korea University team put up a great fight – Jimin especially – but Jungkook was too fired up to be stopped.

The Yonsei team holds a little celebration in the guest lounge room at the Korea University hockey stadium, with Sprite as a placeholder for champagne and pastries from the cafeteria, courtesy of their coach.

Jong1 proposes a toast and relays a very heartfelt speech about their team being a family, and he ends it with, “At the final game, we’ll beat those Korea University assholes and win the Championship Cup!”

The room erupts into cheers as they hold up their red cups in agreement. You beam widely, the feeling of happiness spreading through you as you clink your plastic cup against Hyoyeon’s and Jooheon’s.

When everyone starts to mingle again, you get caught up in Jooheon’s story about the amazing winning goal that Jungkook had scored from his perspective. You and Hyoyeon hang onto Jooheon’s every word because that boy has a way with words; if he wasn’t aiming to become a professional hockey player, he could definitely be successful as a writer of some sort with his modern literature major.

Once Jooheon was done telling his story, you survey the room, looking for the star of that story. You find him directly across the room from you, and instead of feeling cheerful at the sight of him, your stomach drops… Because Jungkook wasn’t alone, Eunha was pressed snugly by his side; her fingers tracing circles on his chest and his arm around her waist as they laugh and whisper to one another.

Didn’t sleep with her, my ass, you think bitterly.

Is in love with me, my ass…

“Babe, as much as I love Kook…” Hyoyeon begins, her eyes now on Jungkook as well when she noticed you looking all sad and disappointed. “I was always team Jimin,”

After a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder, Hyoyeon returns to talking with Jooheon. At the sound of Jimin’s name, you get out your phone to send out a quick message.

[10:21 PM] You —hey, where are you?                                                            

Now you wait, your leg bouncing impatiently, eyes always drifting back to where Jungkook is even though you didn’t like what you saw - then finally, you got a text back:

[10:23 PM] Jimin —still in the changing room. —Y?

You bite your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should go through with what you want to do. Looking at Jungkook again, you see that Eunha has her mouth dangerously close to his neck now, pretty soon it’ll probably be marked with her red lipstick. You grimace, the tiny green goblin in your heart taking over you as you look away and down at your phone, typing heatedly:

 [10:24 PM] You —I want to make you feel better baby…                                                            

Jimin’s reply comes quickly.

[10:25 PM] Jimin —and how will you do that, hmmm??

Giggling to yourself, your fingers tap on the screen to write out a fantasy you’re envisioning.

[10:26 PM] You —on my knees in front of you —you fucking my throat —that sound good?                                                            

You just look away from your phone for a quick second to take a sip of your drink, and when you look back again, 3 new messages from Jimin are already on your screen.

[10:26 PM] Jimin —all my teammates are gone, get your ass in here —NOW —I don’t like waiting…

Smirking, you chug down what’s left inside your red cup and shove it into Hyoyeon’s hand, making her break away from talking with Jooheon to turn her attention to you.

“Just letting you know that you should have my pin polished and ready for tomorrow,” you say with a lopsided smirk, then you lean in closer to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to meet Jimin in their changing room.”

Hyoyeon’s mouth falls open, and it takes a second for her truly understand what you were saying. When she gets it, she squeals with delight, clinging to you tightly, “I’m so happy and proud of you!”

“What’s happening?” Jooheon asks, trying to budge his way into the conversation with a lopsided smirk.

Hyoyeon narrows her eyes at him, swatting her hand at him to move away. “None of your business!” Then she looks back at you, her thumb wiping off the slightly smudge mascara marks under your eyes before saying, “Okay, go! Go! You look great!”

You do as she says, walking towards the door - but not without looking back one last time at Jungkook. His eyes were on you, wordlessly asking where you were going by a confused furrow of his brows and a slight tilt of his head. You just shrug as nonchalantly and unfazed as you can his way and then you are out the door.

You pass by a couple of Jimin’s teammates on the way to the Korea U’s team’s locker room. You kept your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, though you feel like your heart might be beating a little too loud and that everyone could hear it. It was probably all in your head because you managed to pass by even Wendy with no problem – but she was too preoccupied with consoling her boyfriend to notice you.

The hallway of the Korea U’s locker room was already completely deserted, but you still look both ways warily when you reach the door. You wait a couple minutes, listening to the rapid beats of your heart, thinking that you could back out if you wanted to.

But then you remember Jimin’s dazzling smile, his low raspy voice when he’s turned on, and of course, his beautiful thighs and perky butt; and you realized that you did want to do this. Really, really badly.

And this is exactly what you needed to forget about your feelings towards your best friend.

You turn the doorknob and step push your way inside, as per Jimin’s instruction on your way over, finding a much different layout than the Yonsei’s locker room. There’s a tiny hallway leading to the actual locker area and a room to just to your right with the plate of their coach’s name on the door, on the left wall was a line of picture frames of past team rosters. It’s only expected that the Korea U’s locker room was a lot nicer than the Yonsei team’s. With a lot of wins under their belt, the school has no problem spending their money on them.

You make your way down the darkened hallway, the only light on was in the room ahead. The door was opened wide with a door stopper, and you presume that’s where Jimin is. To make sure, you call out his name and you hear him answer back, “In here.”

Following the sound of his voice, you take quicker strides. Entering the room, the flooring underneath the soles of your boots were no longer the porcelain white that spreads throughout most of the building, but a crimson carpet that matches the school’s color. You look around in awe because their locker room was definitely two times bigger than the Yonsei one. They even have regular lockers (which was rare to see in hockey locker rooms) at the wall adjacent to the door you entered from and then hockey stalls along the other three walls.

But all of that is soon forgotten the moment you lay your eyes on the man on the far side of the room, sitting on the dark brown wooden seat of the stall, a crimson nameplate that has “PARK JIMIN” written in white attached to the open shelf above him. Even if you seem to have forgotten everything else the second you saw him – where you are, your own name, how to fucking breathe - you needed no reminder of who he was.

Park Jimin: 3rd Year Physiology Major at Korea University, Starting Left Wingman for the Korea University hockey team, jersey number 7, and the reason your panties are currently ruined.

He was a vision to behold and all he’s doing is sitting there. How the hell is that possible?

Maybe it was the way he was sitting – his grey sweatpants-clad legs spread wide and inviting. Or how he opted to go without a shirt because he saw no need for it – his glistening upper body looking soft to touch yet hardened underneath with muscles. Or is it the way his half-lidded ravenous gaze was on you – his eyes somewhat obscured by his slightly damp bangs that are parted in the middle so that a third of his forehead was showing, hair stringy with sweat. Or was it the way his tongue slowly wets his plump lips, the long pink muscle teasing you to what might transpire that evening.

Oh, what the hell! It was all those reasons together; you couldn’t possibly pick just one!

“Hey,” he says with a smirk once he pulls his tongue back into his mouth.

“Hi,” you squeak out, and you almost slapped yourself for how stupid you sounded. “I’m…” Quick, quick! Think of something clever… Say something sexy! “Sorry you guys lost.”

Oh my fucking god… You bite your lip, wanting to disappear. Why bring that up now? You couldn’t even chastise yourself because it’s so hard to think when he’s already palming himself over his sweats.

Or he was. Until you said that and he abruptly stopped the motion of his hand on the bulge straining against the heavy knit fabric.

Jimin frowns and folds his arms over his chest instead, leaning back a bit.

“Is this really your way of making me feel better? By dredging up my recent failure? Are you messing with me right now, Y/N?” He questions with a raised brow. His Busan accent was thick when he said it, voice low and raspy; everything about it shoots arousal straight to your core.

“No! Of course not!” you quickly say as you take steps closer towards him, lessening the space between the two of you. Slowing down and stopping just a few feet away from him, you start to nervously fidget your hands together. “I meant what I said… I want to make you feel better.” Biting your lip, you look him straight in the eyes. “I’ll do anything you want me to, Jimin.”

Jimin lets out a sharp exhale through his parted mouth, his cool façade almost slipping because of how every word you spoke dripped with sultry seduction. He manages to keep his cool though, and he tilts his head to the side. “Yeah? Anything, huh?”

“Yes.” You nod your head eagerly, your line of sight subconsciously falling to the bulge in his pants. “Anything.”

Jimin smirks at that, sitting up straight to beckon you over to him. “Well, come here then, baby girl.”

It’s embarrassing how fast you do as he says, you’re in front of him in mere milliseconds. But neither of you noticed - nor cared for that matter - especially when his hands are on you just as quick, grasping on both sides of your hips. One of his hands lowers, squeezing your bum and you squeak with a giggle which makes him smirk, before it lowers more to pinch the hem of your short dress between his thumb and forefinger.

“You just got over a cold and you’re already wearing such a flimsy little thing?” Jimin reprimands with a tsk.

“It’s my favorite dress,” you say with a pout, looking down your outfit. You guess he has a point, all you’re wearing is a dark russet red off-the-shoulders long-sleeved sweater dress that hugged every curve of your figure, over-the-knee block-heeled leather boots with sheer black thigh high socks. But it was a cute outfit! “It’s cute, don’t you think?”

“Hmm… Yeah,” Jimin approves with a smirk as his eyes flick up to your face, and you hum in satisfaction at his agreement. but then the cheeky bastard lifts up your skirt and looks back down again, revealing your peach pink lace and satin-trimmed La Perla panties (a get well present from Yuri because it’s not like she ever wore any of her underwear). He wets his plush lips, delighting in the dampened and darkened spot. “But that’s cuter.”

While you blush at his words, he stands up while keeping his hands on you. His eyes trail over you slowly, from top to bottom then back up again. By the way he was looking at you – mouth parted in awe and dark eyes not missing any inch – it was as if your body was made of gold.

Kind of like how Jungkook looks at the round medal they would drape around his neck when they won smaller hockey championship leagues in the past. You remember that Jungkook and his teammates would pose for a picture, his eyes almost shut in crescents because of pure elation and bunny teeth biting down on the golden medal…

Then Jungkook’s teeth are nipping on your collarbone, the surface of your skin turning a pretty shade of blue and purple. You moan as his tongue starts to trail hot saliva up the column of your throat. After that, his mouth leaves butterfly kisses along your jawline, and it’s funny because there’s a fluttering in your stomach when he does so. He bites and pulls at your right earlobe before asking, “Are you enjoying this, baby girl?”

You almost – keyword is almost – tease that you thought he’d like to call you ‘noona’ but then you remember that you weren’t with Jungkook at the moment. Your eyes snap open only to see Jimin staring down at you, smirking.

Idiot, you curse to yourself. You had been fantasizing about your best friend when there’s a perfectly hot guy in front of you, his erection pressing against you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Jimin raises his brows like he was silently repeating his question. You nod, pushing thoughts of Jungkook into the far corners of your mind as you place your hands on the nape of Jimin’s neck. Pulling him closer to you, you close your eyes just as his soft lips press against yours.

That did the trick to forget all about… What’s your best friend’s name again?

With Jimin’s lips on yours, all you could think about was how nice it felt and good he is at kissing… Also, how the fuck did he get it all lovely and soft when it’s so dry outside?

(You make a mental note to ask him about it later.)

The kiss deepens as Jimin slips his tongue inside your mouth, exploring languidly and savouring the moment. He had been wanting to kiss you since the night he introduced himself to you, so he’s going to take his time like he has all of it in the world.

But that doesn’t mean his fingers can’t do a little exploring themselves…

Jimin presses his fingers against your clothed pussy, the pads of his fingertips quickly get coated with your arousal. You gasp in his mouth and all he does is run his fingers up and down your slit to tease you more. His touch was as light as a feather, you could barely feel it. It makes you whine for more, squirming closer to his hand.

“Alright, alright.” Jimin chuckles when he detaches his lips from yours. This time, he puts more pressure on his middle and forefinger as he resumes his previous actions. Now you’re feeling it, really feeling it, and you grasp into his shoulder as you sigh his name.

You turn slightly, resting one of your knees on the bench to part your legs more, giving Jimin a better access to the heat between your thighs. He’s thankful for your accommodation, and he shows that by finding your throbbing clit and pinching it between the silky material. As pleasure runs down your spine, you stutter forward, letting out a broken moan as your nails dig into his skin. Jimin hisses, but the pain suddenly subsides as soon as he pulls down the top of your dress with his free hand and he gets an eyeful of your perky breasts popping out, jiggling slightly at the force of his action.

An appreciative hum rumbles in the back of Jimin’s throat, your adorable and not-so-hardened nipples now what he desires. So he leans down, mouth wrapping around your right peak. With just a few strokes of his tongue around and around the sensitive nub causes it to harden and you to arch your back, uttering his name. He smiles as he gently bites down on your nipple, hoping you’ll say his name again. You do - this time a bit whinier.

Fuck, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing his name come out from your beautiful mouth.

Jimin switches his attention to the other side, still rubbing you over your underwear.

“Mm-more, Jimin. Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate to comply, pulling your underwear to the side and plunging one of his fingers inside you. Along with kissing you, he had been desperately wanting to know how your pussy felt like since last week. It’s laughably embarrassing how many times during the week he would just pull up the video and picture you sent him and just admire your pussy. Even in medium-resolution, it looked so tight and wet and hot and perfect and ugh… He just wanted to fill you up. It didn’t matter with what. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything.

Of course he would immediately jerk off right after looking at the pictures and videos; but right now, he couldn’t even think about his own dick and pleasure.

Because even with just his finger, your pussy felt like heaven on earth.

You truly did not disappoint - surpassed his fantasies, even!

It’s shocking how much tighter you are than he imagined, yet your inner walls so soft and warm around his drenched finger. Testing the waters on how much he can move his finger, Jimin begins to shallowly fuck you. In and out, in and out, at a very languid pace, until your mewling again for more.

“If you want more, you got to show me, baby…” Jimin stops moving inside you as he says this, that playful smirk once again on his lips.

Beyond frustrated at the lack of friction, you whine out, “H-how?”

Jimin hums in thought. He draws it out in a way that you could tell he probably already knew what he wanted from you but you had to beg for him to tell you first. As this point, your self-restraint has already flown out of the window (and maybe even your self-respect), that you don’t even care how truly desperate and debauched you sounded when you beg Jimin, “Please tell m-me how, Jimin. Fuck, I need…” You take a ragged breath, rubbing your pebbles nipples against his bare chest and you feel him shiver. “I need to…” You place soft and wet open-mouthed kisses up his neck – which Jimin really enjoys, moaning faintly with every touch of your lips on him - before finally finishing when you get to his lips, “I need to cum… Please, make me cum, Jimin.”

Jimin growls in approval, his hand roughly digging into your hip to keep you steady for what he wants you to do next. He keeps his eyes on yours as he demands, “I want you to bounce on my fingers-“ he adds the second one with that statement, and you bite your lips to keep from making a sound, knowing he has more to say, “- I want you to fuck yourself with them for me.” He curls his fingers inside you, causing you to look down at the hand between your legs with a whimper, missing the way his eyes flick to the side. When you look back up, his eyes were back to meet yours again. “I want you to show me how much of a slut you are for me.” You could practically feel yourself leaking more arousal at him calling you a slut. You don’t know why something so derogatory turned you on so much – maybe it’s because it was coming from of Jimin.  “And only me.”

With an audible swallow, you nod as you get ready to do as he asks, your hands now holding onto both sides of his shoulders. You were shaking slightly, but you manage to lift yourself up and bring yourself down on his fingers. It was tough – fucking yourself while standing up, and with heels on to boot! – but you were determined to get yourself off and prove to Jimin how much you want him and how good you are at taking his instructions. Pretty soon, you get the hang of it, going at a reckless pace that Jimin was mesmerized by. The way that your breast cutely jiggles with every bounce you take; the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers dragging against your slick walls; and the wanton whimpers and whines of his name falling from your lips – Jimin’s glad he wasn’t the only one to witness such a breathtaking sight.

“You’re so pretty when you whimper for me, Y/N.” You keen happily at his compliment, not noticing that his eyes were looking over to the side and not at you. Jimin smirks as he questions, “Don’t you think so as well, Number 19?”

Brows knitting closely together in confusion, you follow Jimin’s line of sight. What you see causes you to gasp audibly. Standing behind the side of the first locker that you saw when you entered the room, was a shadowed figure. Though the lights of the room are only turned on at the side where you and Jimin are – basically shining a spotlight down on the two of you – there was no denying the familiarity of the wide pair of shiny eyes that stared your way.

How long has Jungkook been standing there?

You stop bouncing on Jimin’s fingers in shock, mouth opening to ask. But you couldn’t get your question out because Jimin begins to rub your walls roughly, fast and hard. Your mouth opens wide in a noiseless moan; your eyes still on Jungkook. His mouth parts slightly as well, he’s finding it so hard to breathe because of the sight in front of him.

“Ah, wow!” Jimin exclaims in awe, plunging another finger in now that he realizes you’re able to fit in more. “Look how much wetter you became when you found out he was here.” He curls his fingers, the tip of his middle finger lightly grazing that spot that has you quivering as you wrap your arms around his neck, every little mewls coming out higher-pitched than the last. Jimin could tell you’re close, but he didn’t want you to come yet, so he retracts his fingers a bit. You whine as he asks, “Isn’t that right? You like that he’s watching?”

Looking back at Jungkook, you find that he’s still shell-shocked. The only thing moving were his blown out pupils, travelling all over your body – from the fucked out and desperate expression on your face to your heaving chest and the off-the-shoulder dress that he knew was your favorite – the top bunched under your boobs and the bottom ridden up around your waist – to your panties pulled to the side while Jimin’s pumps his fingers in and out and down to those sexy over the knee boots and thigh high socks that gives him an insta-boner every time you wore them, and then back up to your face. He sees the way your brows were knitted closely together, as if asking him what the fuck he was doing in there.

What the fuck was he doing in there? Jungkook knows he should have left eight minutes ago when he first entered the room. Eight minutes ago when all you and Jimin were doing was kissing and some pretty heavy petting above your underwear. But he couldn’t move, not then and not now. He knows he shouldn’t have even entered the locker room in the first place. Shouldn’t have stalked after you when he had asked Hyoyeon where you went off to after a few minutes of you being gone. He should have just let go of Hyoyeon’s teasing ‘to the Korea U’s locker room, why do you ask?’, and continued to celebrate with his teammates. But he had to see for himself, even if he had a feeling that he knew what was going on, there’s only one reason why you would ever step foot into the opposing’s team’s locker room.

All his assumptions were correct and he doesn’t know how to feel, emotions all over the place. He was upset, very much so, that another man had his fingers inside, doing the things Jungkook had dreamt about doing for years. He also felt guilty and embarrassed that he had been caught watching you and Jimin like a fucking pervert. But he also felt beyond turned on seeing Jimin fingerfucking you and your thighs were quivering, all ready to come. Again, more guilt and embarrassment.

He could just turn around now and leave. You probably already hate him anyway.

But then you moan and he just couldn’t help himself, he stays rooted to the spot as his erection aches at the sound, his doe eyes on your face once again… Just in time to see your mouth open up to admit, “Yesss… I l-love that Jungkook’s watching me fuck m-myself on your fingers.”

No… He couldn’t have heard that correctly. That was just his fucked up mind putting words into your mouth, right?! You couldn’t have possibly said that you liked – no, loved that he was watching you get fingerfucked… Right?!

Jimin presses his open mouth on the side of your jaw, dragging his bottom lip up to the underside of your earlobe, all the while hotly breathing against your skin. When he reaches the shell of your ear, his voice low and growling as he asks you, “Remember when you told me that your pussy is mine?”

You look away from Jungkook and up to the ceiling to think. Your head’s a bit foggy at the moment but you do recall the phone call with Jimin last week and how you did tell him that your pussy was his. Blushing, you nod your head as you look at him. “Y-yes. I remember.”

“That’s still the case, correct?”

“I don’t kn-“ you pause to gasp, nodding your head enthusiastically because Jimin curls his fingers, brushing that spot inside that’s bringing you closer to your peak. “Yes! Yes! My pussy’s yours, Jimin! Please, right there!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jimin’s tone was cheerful, probably because you so loudly confirm his ownership over your body, meanwhile, all Jungkook could do was clench his fist at his sides and listen. But as much as Jimin would love to fuck you silly, right then and there, and really drill it in you that you’re his… Where’s the fun in that? That can happen anytime, any place! So with that in mind, he tells you, loud enough for Jungkook to overhear, “But just for tonight, I’d be willing to share this tight pussy of yours with him, baby girl. He was the MVP of tonight’s game after all…”

With a start, you take a sharp inhale and hold your breath. Is he really saying what you think he’s saying? That he wouldn’t mind Jungkook fucking you as well… Like a threesome?!

By the way you’re tightening around him, Jimin could tell that you like the idea of Jungkook joining very much. So much so that you feel your high coming. But once again, Jimin rips away the chance for you to orgasm by pulling his fingers out, letting them rest along your inner folds. You might be whining, but Jimin has another idea that he thinks you might like.

With his gaze flicking to Jungkook – who looks like he’s about to pass out because he had choked on his spit when he heard what the blond man said – Jimin grin as he slides his fingers inside you again. Jungkook immediately zeros in at the spot between your legs that Jimin’s digits disappear into.

“Don’t you want to join us?” Jimin punctuates each word of his question with his fingers thrusting inside you again and again and again, deep and hard. Jungkook couldn’t possibly find his voice to answer when all he could focus on was the pretty, little cries you were making.

“Well…?” Jimin questions, smirking at the younger man. “What are you doing just standing there, looking all dumb for, baby boy?”

That definitely gets Jungkook’s attention. He swallows hard at the pet name, his cheeks burning red. He hates how much he likes it. But Park Jimin oozes so much charisma and charm that Jungkook couldn’t help himself.

Attention back on you, Jimin commands in a raspy voice, “I think Jungkook needs a little push… Let him know how much you want him to join us, Y/N.”

It’s the combination of how badly you wanted Jungkook to join in and your desperation to finally come that you put no thought to what comes out of your mouth next. With the loss of your inhibitions, the fact that this could very well change everything between you and Jungkook doesn’t even cross your mind.

“J-Jungkook… I need y-you… you need to come over here and f-fuck your noona.”

Noona. That’s what truly gets Jungkook to finally start moving his feet. He was like on autopilot and that single fucking word was the big red command button that you pressed with the tip of your tongue. You sounding beyond wrecked and – fuck – so hot begging for him. There’s something about you saying that word that just gets to him. He doesn’t even have a noona kink – whatever the fuck that was – but at the same time, maybe he does, though only for you. He could call everyone else noona – Yuri, Solji, Hyoyeon, Yura– but he avoids it with you… Because just the thought of addressing you that or you addressing yourself that immediately makes him bust a nut and he has no idea why.

(Okay, on second thought, he might have had several wet dreams and boner-popping-while-in-class daydreams about you that might have contributed to this turn on…)

But miraculously enough, he manages to reach you and Jimin without busting a nut – at least, not yet – and he looks between the two of you nervously, not really sure where he fits in the equation. “Where do you, um, want me?”

“Here.” Jimin has a glint in his eyes when he pulls away from you, ignoring your huffs of frustrations. “Let’s switch places.”

Jungkook’s eyes nearly bulge out when he sees how slick Jimin’s fingers are, and he’s already thinking about how he would look like covered with your essence as well. It’s the reason he stammers when he asks, “A-are y-you sure?”

Jimin smiles brightly as he pulls Jungkook by the shoulder to take his place. Jimin almost chuckles when he feels how much the younger man is shaking with anticipation. “Yeah, I’m sure –“ then to you he asks, “- how about you, baby girl? This okay with you?”

You’re already wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s neck to pull him closer to you, observing straight away that no part of Jungkook was marked with red lipstick – not his neck, not his lips, nothing. It makes your lips curl lasciviously.

The younger man mutters out a quiet ‘holy fuck…’ as he looks down to see your chest bare chest almost touching him, your sopping cunt so close that he could smell your sweet, sweet scent with every breath he takes.

“I don’t care, I just want to cum,” you whine needily. With your hand on his chin, you lift up Jungkook’s head so he’ll find your gaze instead of staring at your body. “Please make me cum, Jungkook.”

All he could do was nod dumbly as one of his shaking hands holds onto your waist and the other cups your heat. You both groan at the same time, and Jungkook’s shuddering as he whispers with barely contained excitement, “Noona, you’re so wet…”

You sigh as he slips a finger inside. “… And so tight… fuck, noona, I knew you would be tight… but this is… fuck.”

That’s when you feel Jimin slide up behind you, a hand on side of your hip that Jungkook wasn’t grasping, his erection pressing against your back – still clothed, but he had slipped off his sweatpants and was now only in his tight black boxer briefs. Jimin starts to kiss your shoulder as his other arm snakes under your armpit so he can grab onto your breast. Jungkook is captivated by how Jimin rolls your nipple between his fingers and how your back arches for more.

Jimin notices this, just like how he noticed that Jungkook seems to have a noona kink and one other thing that he just had to ask if his inkling was correct. So in between kissing up your neck, Jimin questions, “So you two have never done this… together?”

Biting his lip, Jungkook shakes his head slowly while you let out a ‘no’.

“Huh, interesting…” Jimin smirks, regarding both you and Jungkook. “But it’s pretty obvious you both wanted to…”

That causes you and Jungkook to concurrently dip your heads in shyness.

“Cute…” Jimin comments with a genuine smile. Jungkook may think that it’s only you who Jimin was saying that about, but Jimin had meant it about both of you.

The little moment was interrupted when you make a small noise.

Jimin peers down over your shoulder and sees that the reason for your whiny whimpers was because Jungkook wasn’t moving his hand. It was just shaking as he stays still inside you. “Ah… The human vibrator… the best trick in the book,” Jimin jokes.

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles, blushing. But that was the wake-up call he needed to realize that this was actually happening right now, that his fingers were indeed inside your hot and tight walls. It’s not a dream anymore, and he needed to actually do something to make you scream his name like you did do in those dreams. As his tongue pokes out the corner of his slightly parted mouth, Jungkook starts to thrust his two fingers into you, slowly.

Although Jungkook’s lacks the same skill Jimin had displayed – you’re not sure whether it was because he was nervous or inexperienced – he makes up for it by how long his fingers are, easily rubbing your G-spot even though he wasn’t even knuckles deep yet.

“Do you like this, noona?” Jungkook asks as he curls his fingers, prodding that spot over and over again. He grins when your thighs start to shake, nodding as you hiss – yesyesyesyesyes – because his motions and how Jimin slides his hand down to start circling your engorged clit was finally getting you to where you’ve been wanting to be for the past 20 minutes.

Suddenly you come hard, leaning back into Jimin’s chest as your eyes roll back, lightning tingling down your spine as you gush out wetness down Jungkook’s tense arm. No, not gush – but squirt! Both boys stare in shock, the blood rushing to their already hard as fuck erections, as you squirt a couple more times before slumping against Jimin, your chest heavily heaving.

Jungkook looks like he was in a daze, staring at his soaking hand and arm, your cum seeping into the hem of sweater that he had pushed up to his elbow. The past 20 seconds replays in his mind over and over again, he can’t get it out his head. He looks towards you to ask, “Do you always squirt like that?”

“Um, no… Just sometimes…” You wet your lips, bashfully peering at Jungkook then Jimin through your lashes. “Was it weird?”

You don’t know why you’re asking. All the guys you’ve slept with – Taehyung being one of them – had always praised your squirting orgasms. But both Jimin and Jungkook make you so nervous for some odd reason that you find yourself being embarrassed by something that never bothered you before.

“Holy shit, no! it’s wasn’t weird!” Jimin exclaims, wrapping his arm around your waist to hug you tight. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he praises you with a peck on your cheek and a few words, “It was fucking hot!”

“Really?”

This time Jungkook throws in his own reassurance, “Yeah, Y/N… That was…” he sucks in a breath, bobbing his head slightly, pursing his lips together before he continues, “probably the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

As you smile widely at Jungkook’s strangely cute confession, Jimin chuckles and says, “The night’s just starting, baby boy. Remember that.” Then he turns back to you, biting your earlobe, “And I think it’s time for you to make me feel better, baby girl. I recall you mentioning something about being on your knees-“ he glances to Jungkook, a bold smirk on his features, “-and letting me fuck your throat?”

Jungkook’s throat tightens – but not out of anger or dejection or self-pity or anything like that. Actually, he can’t even describe how he’s feeling at that moment. Too many things were happening, and it seems like they were happening all at once that he’s not able to really formulate a solid thought on it.

“Yes, I did say that,” you confirm. “And I still want you to… but I want Jungkook to stay.”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin assures while he lifts your dress up. After he tosses it and it lands somewhere along the benches, he tucks his chin on your shoulder again and says, “I didn’t want him to leave either.”

With both yours and Jimin’s eyes on Jungkook, you ask him in a small voice, “Will you stay?”

Jungkook’s eyes rake down your half-naked body (your boots and ruined underwear were still on but Jungkook actually really, really likes that look), Jimin’s grabbing onto your breasts to entice him, then up again. When he looks into your eyes, big and pleading for him, he nods. All he knows is that he wants to stay. He wants to see where all this goes. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Once Jimin peels away from you, he claps his hand together. “Alright! Now we’re talking!”

Then Jimin’s mumbling something about how much his balls are aching under his breath while he slips his fingers inside the waistband of his boxer. You and Jungkook both watch as Jimin slides it down, his back towards you so you get an eyeful of his beautiful, supple ass as soon as he pulls it down enough. Your mouth falls at the beauty of it. You look back to check out your own with a pout.

“Yours is nice too, Y/N.” At the whisper, you glance up to see Jungkook grinning at you. Of course your best friend would notice when you’re having serious butt envy.  “In fact -” Jungkook’s large hand grabs onto your flesh and you let out a squeak. “It’s my favorite.”

Jimin lets the two of you have your little moment while he sits down on the edge of the bench. Then he parts his legs wide, ready for you to get on your knees in between them.

“You know, when I do a little strip tease, I expect all eyes on me…” Jimin feigns in a sad tone that grabs both yours and Jungkook’s attention towards him. But what really enraptures it wholly was when you both saw him stroking his erect cock and spreading his pre-cum around the head, all the while there’s that sexy trademarked smirk on his face again. “So get on your knees, Y/N. Before I get angry.”

You take a chance to glance at Jungkook but instantly, you hear Jimin tsk twice and once again your attention’s on him. The smirk no longer lingers on his lips, instead there’s a glower that makes your blood run cold. “You need permission from him now?”

“No.”

“Then on your knees. Now.”

Promptly, you comply with Jimin’s command, bending down in front of him slowly and letting your boot-clad legs graze the carpeted floor. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, so pretty like him. You had thought you already memorized every vein, every downy hair, and every beauty mark that Jimin had on him because of how many times you’ve watched the video that he had sent, but seeing it up close was like you were truly seeing it for the first time.

You reach out to grab it, noticing how it fit perfectly in your hands. As you squeeze him gently to get a better feel of it, the only reaction Jimin gives is to buck up faintly, gnawing on his bottom lip to refrain making any noise of pleasure. You have no idea how Jimin was able to keep up his relaxed and domineering façade when he was so hard. He’s throbbing like he’s about to burst in any second.

You didn’t want him to wait any longer, so you lean closer to him, your wet muscle darting out to take a tentative lick. But Jimin grasps the hair from the back of your head to pull you back just before you could even touch him with the tip of your tongue. Wondering what’s wrong, you furrow your brows at him, but Jimin just addresses the other person in the room, “You too. On your knees.”

Jungkook’s mouth drops comically, pointing to himself like that new meme that has been popping up on his twitter feed lately. “M-me?”

“Did I stutter? Yeah, you.” Jimin juts his chin to point out the space next to you. “Right there. Beside Y/N.”

Maybe it’s because Jungkook secretly loves being dominated by his sexual partners (being the dominant one all the time can be so tiring sometimes…) that he drops down beside you in a blink of an eye. And alright, it might also be because Jimin just fits the dominant role so well.

Jimin definitely knows that as well. He also knows the two of you are in the palm of his hands now, amendable to do his every desire. The way his raspy voice barks out commands makes you want – no, need to follow. He doesn’t even need to raise his voice, both yours and Jungkook’s ears are hanging on to his every word now. Both pairs of eyes staring at him are wide and waiting for his next instruction.

“Jungkook…” Jungkook swallows hard when Jimin’s hooded gaze turns to him. “I want you to guide Y/N. I want you to tell her exactly how you like your cock to get sucked. And she’ll suck me off like that…”

Wait, what the fuck… Jungkook blanches. That’s pure torment!

“If you don’t wanna do it…” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly with a tiny ‘whatever’ frown. “I guess I just won’t let you touch her for the rest of the night.”

Shit, that would be worse!

“I love it when they just get down to it!” Jungkook blurts out quickly. “Like they couldn’t wait to have my cock in their mouth! Like they’re just starving for me to fuck their face!”

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together, a blur of all the nameless and by now faceless girls that you’ve seen Jungkook take home throughout the years flashes through your head, doing exactly what he just confessed to liking. Though by the end of it, you start to picture yourself.

You only get pulled out of your thoughts when Jimin says, “You heard him, baby girl. Now suck.”

After taking a moment to wet your dry lips, you dive in to take Jimin in your mouth. He is pretty girthy, so you had a bit of trouble wrapping your lips around him, and you could already tell that your jaw will hurt after this. But once you fit him inside your mouth, your tongue laps at his frenulum a couple times, making Jimin groan and shudder above you. Then you start to slide down to get his entire length in you as quickly as possible, just like how Jungkook said he likes it.

Breathing steadily through your nose and your hands gripping tightly onto Jimin’s thighs, you start you bob your head up and down around his length. You go at it enthusiastically - loving the way he smelled and tasted, loving the all desperate noises he was making – the hisses, the pants, the quiet curses, and the ragged mutters of your name and baby girl - as your tongue also swipes from side to side against the underside of his cock, upping the pleasure until the tip of his head finally hits the back of your relaxed throat.

“I also like it when they look me in the eyes the entire time,” Jungkook continues breathlessly, focusing on the way Jimin’s cock disappears into your mouth, how you’re able to take him all the way to base. “Begging for me to praise them for choking on my cock.”

As Jimin’s grip on your hair tightens to pull you to look up at him and his head hits the back of your throat again, your teary eyes stare into Jimin’s just as you swallow around him. Even through your misty sight, you could tell how much your hot and wet mouth was driving him crazy - his jaw slacked and tongue slightly hanging out as his dark, dilated pupils were on you.

“You’re going so well, baby… You suck cock so good…” Jimin starts and you hum with happiness, elated that it was a genuine compliment and not just something he’s saying to emulate what Jungkook likes to do. “Look at you drooling all over yourself for my cock… Such a good, little slut for me… you love letting Jungkook watch while you gag on my cock, don’t you? You’re already rubbing your thighs together even though you just came. Are you ready to come again, slut?”

This should be torturous – see you sucking off someone else that isn’t him in the way he likes it done, the slurping and gagging noises, the tears and drool streaming down your face and neck as Jimin bucks his hips harder, fucking your throat sore and degrading you with words that Jungkook could tell that you loved because of every pleased keening sounds you made – but for some odd reason, Jungkook just finds it so fucking hot.

“Do you like it when they spit or swallow?” Jimin asks, voice ragged now. He’s close to coming.

With no hesitation, Jungkook answers, “Swallow.”

“Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

As eagerly as you could with Jimin’s length lodge down your throat, you nod with your gaze never straying from him. That makes Jimin grin, pleased with your answer. So he pulls back so just his pulsing head rests on your tongue. Jimin wraps his hand around himself and starts to pump quickly while you wait with your tongue out for him. That image is all it took for him to explode. Hot, white liquid coats the plane of your pink muscle, the taste very much to your liking. You swallow it all down like it was water that you’ve just come across after traveling through the Sahara for weeks without any means of hydration.

“Fuck…”

“Fuuuuck.”

“Fuck!”

“FUCK!”

Jimin and Jungkook take turns saying, unable to believe their eyes at how fucking incredible you were.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you heat up, mumbling hoarsely with a small grin, “Stop… You’re both embarrassing me!”

Jimin laughs as he stands up, offering you his hand so he could pull you up as well. You take it but your feet fell asleep while you were going down on him and you almost fall down again. if it weren’t from Jungkook’s hands on your waist to keep you steady, you might have sprained your ankles.

“Thank you,” you say to Jungkook and he grins with a ‘no problem’. While that exchange happened, Jimin had crouched down to regard your boots.

“Hmm… I think you should take these off now,” Jimin suggests, but he was already unzipping one of your boots from the sides. While you hold onto Jimin’s shoulder to slip the first boot off, Jungkook accidentally lets out a sigh of disappointment. Neither you or Jimin missed that, the two of you raising your eyebrows at Jungkook.

“Something you’d like to share with the class?” Jimin playfully questions the younger man.

Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens as he crowds closer to you, feeling the heat of him on your back as he confesses in the shell of your ear, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you while you have those boots and thigh highs on, noona.”

Hearing that, you let out a tiny, wanting whine. Jungkook would always compliment you with a ‘you look nice today, Y/N!’ whenever you wore those boots or any kind of thigh high/knee high socks but you always thought it was just pure and simple flattery. You had no idea he had such filthy thoughts in his head. If your throat wasn’t so raw, you would have asked him why he never tried to before.

“As much as I would like to see that,” Jimin answers instead, running the palm of his hand down the length of your leg that still had a leather boot on. “I want Y/N as comfortable as possible for what I have planned next…” Jimin grins mischievously as he says that causing both you and Jungkook to gulp audibly. “-and as sexy as these boots are on her, they don’t look comfortable at all!”

Jimin has a point. You’ve been wearing those boots for so many hours already and your feet are aching and sore. Plus, whatever Jimin was planning, you have a suspicion that it’s going to be as rough as how he fucked your face, so you have to be ready for it.

“They’re not comfortable,” you admit. Then you turn to Jungkook just as you let Jimin slips off the last one. “Sorry Kook.”

“It’s cool.” Jungkook shrugs, but you could tell he was a bit disappointed.

“Hey! Don’t look so glum!” Jimin exclaims with a chuckle. “We’re keeping the socks on!”

At that, Jungkook’s eyes brighten instantly, back straightening in attention. The fact that makes Jungkook so happy makes you giggle.

“But this-“ Jimin slips his fingers inside the waistband of your panties. “- this has to come off.”

As he pulls your underwear down your legs, Jimin couldn’t help but mutter out loud how pretty your pussy is, and Jungkook looks down and hums his agreement.

When you have nothing but your thigh highs on, Jimin stands up and addresses Jungkook with furrowed brows, “Why do you still have so much clothes on? Don’t you know it’s your turn?”

HIS TURN!? Jungkook couldn’t even think straight when he heard that, stripping off his clothes at a lightning speed. He was jumping and exerting himself to the fastest he could go, no ounce of at least trying to look semi-sensual while doing it. You and Jimin couldn’t even laugh in amusement, you were both just in awe of how eager Jungkook was and how he seems to be breaking a world record on ‘fastest stripping time’.

Although the execution wasn’t the sexiest thing you ever saw (not even cracking the top 100), the end result more than made up for it. You’ve seen Jungkook shirtless plenty of times and it always takes your breath away… But now that he’s in front of you in all his naked glory - sweat clinging onto his skin, his heavy breathing, his large erect cock curving in attention – you nearly pass out into Jimin’s arms right there.

But you manage to keep yourself upright, thank goodness. You didn’t want to pass out when things are just truly heating up.

Jimin crosses his arms, eyeing Jungkook up and down, particularly at the hardness between Jungkook’s legs. “I can’t say I’m not a bit jealous…”

As Jungkook rubs the back of his neck bashfully, Jimin playfully rolls his eyes then says, “Sit on the bench.”

Jungkook did as he was told, sitting at the exact same spot Jimin had been on.

“Don’t sit so close to the edge, shift back a bit and spread your legs,” Jimin instructs further just as he takes you by the hand to lead you closer Jungkook. The younger man complies to every instruction, all the while his eyes were on you. Once you were in front of Jungkook and Jimin was behind you, Jimin says, “Now I don’t know if you know this about Y/N, but she’ll ride anything. She loves to spread the juices of her pretty, wet cunt on everything as long as it’s getting her off. She did it with a pillow. She tried to do it on my thigh in front of so many people ‘cause she’s such a good. little. slut…“ Jimin paused between the last three words to leave little love bites on the side of your neck. You squirm as you pull your lip between your teeth, remembering all the moments Jimin was mentioning. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You wondered if you should be a little bit ashamed of how right he was. But you couldn’t find it in you to be. “Y-yes.”

Jungkook was speechless hearing all this, wondering to himself when this all happened. But before he could even try to calculate the date and time when you and Jimin could have done all that in the last week with various imaginary equations and formulae floating around his confused expression, Jimin pushes you forward and orders, “Get on his thigh.”

Jungkook catches you around the waist when you stumble forward, your hands holding onto his shoulders and asking quietly if this is okay with him, which he nods readily as an answer. With his consent, you climb onto the bench, your knees on either side of his left thigh. Like Jimin, Jungkook has such nice and muscular thighs, it must be from all the skating. Mouth-watering, you couldn’t wait to start riding it. By the look on Jungkook’s elated face, he must be thinking the same.

But just before you could, Jimin whispers by the shell of your ear, “Hands behind your back, baby.”

At this point, you just find yourself doing whatever Jimin asks – or more so, commands – so your hands swiftly leave Jungkook’s shoulders and meet each other behind your back. Once it’s there, Jimin holds onto your wrist tightly. “Since Y/N blew me so well, I’m going to allow her to have her fun rubbing herself on you… But you- “ Jimin’s sly gaze now on Jungkook. “- baby boy… Did you really think I was just going to let you off easy? After winning tonight’s game? After punching me in the face?”

Jungkook’s eyes start to widen in realization, already chanting multiple ‘shitshitshit’ and ‘fuckmylife’ in his head.

“I may have forgiven you, but I don’t forget so easily…” Jimin grins when he notices Jungkook’s panic. “At least not until you’ve been properly punished…”

“So what does that mean?” you ask for Jungkook.

“It means that while you lose yourself on his thigh, he can’t touch himself to relieve any pressure on that hard cock of his once he sees how fucking beautiful you look in front of him and all the pretty sounds we all know you’re going to make… And you can’t touch him either.” Jimin emphasizes that last fact by pulling your arms back more, causing you arch your back and groan, your breast thrusting forward closer to Jungkook. Your best friend whimpers when he sees that, already bucking his hips slightly just at the sight. That’s when he knew that what Jimin had planned was probably going to be the death of him.

“But don’t think I’m too mean!” Jimin proclaims as his eyes settle on Jungkook’s hands that were still on your hips. “’Cause I’ll allow him to touch you.”

Although that may be cruel for Jungkook as well, Jimin thinks to himself rather giddily. He’d quite like to witness Jungkook falling apart and begging for someone – anyone – to touch him. But Jungkook grasps onto you tighter, satisfied that he has that privilege at least.

“So get to it, baby.” Jimin smirks into your hair. “The faster you come, the faster his punishment will be over.”

You didn’t want to make Jungkook wait any longer than he has to. You could tell he was already so on edge by the way his whole body was shaking underneath you, the way his pupils were so blown out and dark, the way he was perspiring so strenuously.

So you lower yourself on his muscled thigh, sighing the exact moment you make contact with his heated skin. You roll your hips, dragging your wet cunt along him, leaving a long streak of your juices to mingle with his goose-bumped skin and the soft, dark hair on his leg.

You start to hasten your pace while also going at it harder, wanting to come as quickly as possible for Jungkook. You bite down hard on your bottom lip to concentrate. With Jimin holding onto your arms, you needed a lot more strength and determination to really get a nice rhythm going. Once you find it, you knew it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high.

Jimin’s right, Jungkook thinks, you were a sight to see like that.

The way you rock against his thigh over and over again, the needy and desperate groans and moans of his name every time he would flex his thigh muscle to your liking, the way you tried to keep eye contact with him but every once in a while, you’d tilt your head back as your eyelids flutter shut in pure ecstasy… You were absolutely captivating.

Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. But then again, that is always the case.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from stating softly. His hands roam your body, both to steady you and just to feel the softness of your skin in the palm of his hands. He also runs his fingernails along your legs and thighs, careful not to break the fabric of your sheer socks. When one of his hands grasps onto your supple breast, he does it with so much tenderness that you find yourself stuttering your desire for him to be rougher with you. Pleasing you was the only thing he has going for him at this moment. He’s trying to push back all the voices in his head that’s begging to be touched and begging to finally get his release, and in order to do that, he has to focus all his attention on you. So he does what you ask of him to.

With one of Jungkook’s hands grabbing roughly to the flesh of your ass and the other palming hard on one of your breasts, you start to shake as you hurtle off the edge and into euphoria. You keen and buck wildly as both boys say their praises that you couldn’t even hear because of all the blood rushing to your head.

Once you come down from your high, Jimin lets go of your arms, letting you fall gently forward into Jungkook. With your face hidden in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, you take your time to catch your breath from your mind-blowing orgasm, smiling tiredly as you breathe in the smell of your best friend that you wholeheartedly love.

Peaches and Cream.

It’s funny because it was actually the scent of a lotion that you used to use in high school but grew tired of. Then one day a couple years ago while you were in Jungkook’s car – just driving around at night together, not really doing anything but just having fun with each other’s company, trying to look for a food place that’s open late – he had asked you if you had anything to help him with his dry hands. Lo and behold, the peaches and cream scented lotion was the one you found in your purse. At first he complained that the scent was too girly and you almost snatched it back as you told him ‘Suffer dry hands then, dick!’ but he quickly applied it on.

He kept the lotion after you told him to and he started using it ever since - even repurchasing a new tube every time he ran out of it!

Probably because it reminded him of you.

While you’re still catching your breath, Jimin walks away to head for the lockers on the opposite wall, ultimately turning his back on the two of you. When you hear the twisting of a lock, you peek over your shoulder to check what Jimin was up to. You chuckle when you witness him humming contently to himself, shaking his hips slightly – which, yeah, made you focus on his ass – as he tries to open his locker.

You turn back to Jungkook – who’s still drinking you in with his half-lidded gaze, especially where your heat and his thighs touched and the pool of your cum drenching both of you – and you remember that he’s still painfully hard, his whole body burning and begging to be touched.

So you wrap your hands around his throbbing member. With a start, Jungkook’s eyes enlarge in a panic as it flicks between you and Jimin – who has no idea what was going on behind him. He has a feeling that Jimin’s not going to like this, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to upset the older man. Jungkook whisper quickly, only for you to hear, “Wait, what if Jimin-“

“It’s okay,” you promise him, now pumping him a bit quicker after you gathered a bit of your cum that was on his thigh to coat on his length. Jungkook holds back a moan, but he’s finally allowing himself to relax a bit in your touch. He keeps his soft whimpers to a minimum, not wanting Jimin to find out. As a more dominant person himself, Jungkook gets ticked off whenever his submissive will do things without his order or permission; he’s sure that Jimin’s probably the same… But it feels too good - your small hands around his aching cock, trying your best to get him to cum with every pull and every swipe of your thumb on his slit – that he couldn’t bring you to stop, even if that means Jimin might punish the two of you if he just looks back.

As you watch Jungkook biting down on his bottom lip – hard enough to almost draw blood – you realize that you haven’t even had the pleasure of kissing him yet. So you lick your lips before leaning forward. Jungkook lets his bottom lip go when he notices you coming closer and closer, his lids fluttering shut just as your mouth pressed against his.

It was good. So, so good. You wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner.

But it was distracting you from the task at hand, so you part from him – much to Jungkook’s protest, whining as he tries to capture your lips again. He wasn’t fast enough, your teeth already nipping at the skin on his neck and making your way down. And as much as he missed your lips, your work on his neck felt delightful as well.

Though what really gets him – what causes him to start rutting up into you so lasciviously in eager attempt to finally come – was when you wrap your mouth around his nipple. Distantly, he wonders if you knew how sensitive his nipples were and how much he adored it getting played with. You were sure taking a lot of time with it – lapping it with your tongue, sucking on the tip, and biting it just how he likes – that he’s pretty sure you must have at least had a clue.

And Jungkook was doing so well keeping quiet, but with your special attention on his nipple, he couldn’t help but start groaning and moaning really loudly – how close he was to coming, how good you were making him feel – and he swears that all it would take was a few more strokes of your pretty hands and he’ll co—

“Having fun without me, huh?” Jimin questions indignantly as he lifts you off Jungkook, and the latter whines from the loss of your touch around his throbbing cock. You squeak as you try to grab onto it again but Jimin was already carrying you away from Jungkook. “Guess I’ll have to teach the two of you a lesson…”

Jungkook groans as his squeezes his eyes shut in frustration, hanging his head in defeat. He was so, so close. But now it’s too late. Jungkook knew he won’t be coming anytime soon after that little act of rebellion against Jimin.

Jimin takes you to the adjacent sets of hockey stalls, plopping you down on a bench that seemed to be assigned to the Korea U team’s centre – Kang Daniel – judging by the nameplate attached to the board above you.

“Come here,” Jimin snaps at Jungkook, pointing to a spot on the floor close to where the two of you are. “On the floor and on your knees… I want you to have the best seat in the house for this.”

Jungkook quickly does what he is told, hoping that if he complies really well, Jimin will go easy on him. As Jungkook settles down on the floor with his fingernails digging crescents onto his clenched thighs to distract his thoughts from the urgency between his legs, Jimin rearranges you on your hands and knees, legs spread and your ass sticking up towards him. Once he’s satisfied with your position, he smacks his palm on your ass – causing you stutter forward and cry his name – before he turns to Jungkook.

“You know, I was getting this-“ Jimin holds up and shakes the condom packet in his hand, “- for you, so you could finally fuck her. But…”

As Jungkook quivers in place, thinking about what could have been, Jimin opens up the package and rolls the rubber on his hard length instead.

“You couldn’t wait-“ Jimin shrugs and smirks Jungkook’s way, “- So I guess I’ll just do the honors.”

“It was my fault!” You tell Jimin hurriedly, upset that you’re the reason for Jungkook’s discomfort and punishment. “I told him it was okay! I didn’t know you’ll be angry!”

“Oh, I know it’s your fault,” Jimin tuts with another hard slap on your ass. You bite down on your lip, vision beginning to blur with tears, and you feel Jimin encasing you so his mouth can reach your ear to whisper, “That’s why I’m not going to go easy on you, slut.”

That makes you groan, wiggling your hips closer towards him in wanting. Jimin chuckles as he straightens up again, soothing a palm on your reddening cheeks. “Do you have a safe word?”

Nodding, you blurt out, “Apple.”

Jimin turns to Jungkook. “That good with you too, baby boy?”

The attention on him startles Jungkook. He had been so busy staring at the way your arousal was dripping down your thighs and into your socks that he didn’t notice until Jimin asks again. Hastily, he answers, “I – uh - yes!”

“Apple it is then,” Jimin smirks. Then he presses a finger to his forehead, still addressing Jungkook. “Remember… No touching yourself.”

With that, Jimin rams inside you, easily sliding to the hilt because of how wet you are.

“Oh, fuuuuck… You’re so tight, baby…” Jimin croons as your warm core envelopes him, sucking him into paradise.

You were there too. It’s hard not to be when Jimin’s pounding you so well, the drag of his rigid member against your wall felt so good.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck- oh god, Jimin! H-h-harder!”

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to do as you wish, grabbing onto your hips with a grip so rough - it would definitely leave bruises - to drive harder into your core. Every harsh yet satisfying thrust causes your juices to leak out, running down the inside of your thighs and even dripping on the wooden bench. The squelching sounds so lewd and enticing to everyone in the room. Jimin couldn’t help but grin through his husky grunting when he noticed the puddle accumulating below you.

It’s for a little petty revenge that Jimin chose this stall of his teammate to fuck you on. Daniel had berated him during the game when Jimin accidentally passed the puck to a player in the opposing team. It might be a little fucked up, but Jimin can’t deny how much it thrills him.

When you rock back into him to meet his thrusts harder, one of Jimin’s hands moves to your lower back, in the valley between your plumps cheeks. Then, much to your surprise and delight, his thumb slips shallowly inside your ass. He used just a bit of your wetness as lube so wasn’t an easy fit. It hurts – you feel the burn when he prods his thumb in again - but it hurts so good. Especially since he is crashing his hips into you in such a way that you forget everything but his name.

It’s also the reason you reach your third orgasm of the night, clamping around him like a vice, blubbering as your back arches and toes curl. Jimin fucks you through your orgasm, swatting a hand down your bottom a couple more times for good fun as you quiver uncontrollably underneath him. The strained, high-pitch cries of his name were like music to Jimin’s ears.

Jimin slips out of you when you’re done, still hard, sucking in a hiss between his teeth as he watches the way your cum dribbles out your lower lips and onto the bench. Fuck, that’s a sight he will never forget.

And he and Daniel are definitely even now. Even if Daniel doesn’t know it.

There’s a strained, small sob behind Jimin that sounded like whoever made it was trying really hard to suppress making the noise. That’s when Jimin suddenly remembers there was another person in the room. He had been so entranced by you that he hadn’t even checked on Jungkook once, he doesn’t know whether Jungkook obeyed his command.

But by just one glance at Jungkook – the way his overwrought body twitches every couple seconds, the way he is digging his fingernails into the palm of his hands, and the large amount of precum running down the length of his angry, pulsing cock - it’s clear to see Jungkook had listened, and very well at that. He’s so on edge that Jimin actually feels really bad for keeping him that way.

“Are you alright to go again?” Jimin gently asks you while he holds onto your hand as you try standing up on the ground with wobbly legs.

With your apprehensive eyes on Jungkook’s pitiful state, you answer ‘yes’ with no hesitation. Even though you’re overstimulated to the point you don’t think you’ll come again, you wanted to at least help Jungkook. Not only that, you also wanted to finally know how he feels like inside you as well. You’ve practically been drooling over his big dick all night.

You walk over to him, but Jungkook was too busy distracting himself that he doesn’t notice you were beside him until you crouch down with your knees together and placed your hand over his closed fists.

“Hey,” you greet him a slow, languid smile, circling your thumb around the back of his hand in attempts to soothe him.

There’s an intense yearning in Jungkook’s gaze when he answers back a faint, forced out, “H-hey.”

“You can fuck me now,” you tell him, and he perks up visibly, unfurling his fists to stop digging his nail into his palms. “Jimin’s just getting you a con-“

But Jungkook was much too eager and way too impatient now. He stands up and places you on his shoulder, causing you to squeal instead of finishing your sentence, and he marches over to where Jimin is. When he places you back down, your back’s to the locker beside the one Jimin’s rummaging through. The blond man flicks his eyes over to the two of you – Jungkook has you encased, his forearms placed on the lockers on either side of you and he’s ravenously sucking on your already heavily marked neck while rutting against you. With a grin, Jimin notes, “He’s excited, huh?”

“Gee…” Jungkook turns to him with a fierce glare after he parts his mouth from you. “I wonder why?”

“I don’t blame you,” Jimin says, handing over a condom to Jungkook. As Jungkook snatches it from him, Jimin adds with a wink, “Y/N’s pussy is to die for.”

While you whine out an embarrassed ‘oh my god’ and Jimin giggles; Jungkook groans out a low, guttural sound because of the comment. It made him more desperate to finally feel you for himself. So desperate, in fact, that his trembling fingers couldn’t even rip open the packaging of the condom in his hands. Breathing quite heavy and shaky breaths through his flared nostrils, Jungkook tries and tries again, each time failing much to his frustrations.

When you notice his trouble, you take the package from his hands and peel one side open with ease. You don’t stop there, you also roll it on his cock for him knowing that if that task of just opening it was hard enough, then putting it on might be far more difficult for Jungkook. Your best friend says his sincere thank you after a sharp intake of air through gritted teeth. He’s trying not think about how good your hands feel on him by taking slow breaths and staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to cum just by the act of you rolling on the condom for him. That would be the single worst thing ever.

Luckily for Jungkook, he doesn’t bust a nut. He thanks his lucky stars as he lifts one your legs around his waist while your arms immediately go around his neck. With his cock in his hands, he slides it along your lower lips to lubricate his length with your slick. As you make contact with one another, you both whimper from oversensitivity – though while you were too overstimulated, Jungkook was the opposite, edged beyond belief.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine, Y/N?” Jungkook asks shakily once he lines himself up to your entrance.

Although your hips were already quivering just by his tip prodding along your slit, you nod your head weakly. “Yes, I’ll – hnngh – be f-fine.”

At that reassurance, Jungkook enters your hot core, slowly but surely. You’re both panting and groaning along the way, both gaze fixed on the way his cock disappears inside you - inch by every inch. He gapes at the sight; he can hardly believe it’s actually happening. Once he bottoms out, he just stays still, letting the sensation of your warmth surround him in total bliss.

Jungkook can’t – he won’t let himself – cum anytime soon. Not when he just got you and you felt so good and tight for him. If he has to ride the edge for a couple more hours just so he’ll get to keep fucking you, then so be it. Nothing can beat this feeling of you in his arms and whimpering his name. Nothing.

You let him take his time, not asking him to move or do anything until he feels like it. You just comfort him by running your hand through his hair while Jungkook tries to get his breathing even. This was his moment after all. You wanted him to enjoy it even though there’s already a flame being lit in the pit of your stomach again.

Jungkook allows himself another minute, then he starts to move.

He’s usually one to go fast and hard, only caring about reaching his peak. But with you, he wanted to take it slow. Make love, if you will.

He pulls out languidly, half-way, then he slams back inside, his hips crashing with yours. It’s the small noises that you start to make that drives him absolutely crazy. So he does it again. And again. And again.

Jungkook keeps at it until he feels a warming presence behind him, making him slow to a stop. Then, tentatively, a hand caresses one side of his waist. When Jungkook doesn’t move away, and even melts closers to Jimin, plush lips begin to press hot, wet open-mouth kisses all over his shoulders.

“Is this okay?” Jimin asks raspily between kisses.

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook sighs. Then he hears a click, and Jimin’s parting from him. That causes Jungkook to whine slightly, bucking inside you again. Even if you wanted to make a sound, you couldn’t. You were truly speechless by what you just witnessed.

Well, Jimin wasn’t really a surprise. Last week, the Korea U bunnies had told you that it was pretty much an open secret at their campus that Jimin is bisexual. The secret being he was also into girls, because he was openly dating a guy during his freshman and sophomore year. (“Just because he was shy around girls up until a couple months ago, doesn’t mean he was also shy around boys…” Kibum had told you and other girls with a wiggle of his brows.)

But you hadn’t expected Jungkook to be so into this. Since you’ve first met him, you’ve only ever seen him take interest in women. Maybe this is just purely in the moment. Maybe this is a sexual awakening. Maybe he has always known he was into boys as well (just because the two of you are best friends, doesn’t mean you know everything about each other. Heck, you’ve just learned so many new things about Jungkook tonight!). Regardless of what it was, what happens next has your eyes and mouth widening in astonishment.

Jimin tosses the tube he had in his hand on the ground, then he parts Jungkook’s asscheeks to spread the cool liquid he had squirted on the pads on his fingertips around Jungkook’s clenched asshole. “How about this? Is this okay?”

“Oh fuck! Yeah, yeah, it’s fine! More than fine!” Jungkook moans, his whole body on fire. Jimin sticks his tongue out slightly in concentration as he works to fit just a single finger inside Jungkook. It was a fucking tight fit but he manages to do it with all the lube he had coating his digit. Then suddenly, Jungkook peers back over his shoulder with knitted brows. “Wait, what the fuck? You bring lube to the games with you?”

“You never know when you might need it…” Jimin shrugs. Then he smirks, pulling his finger out. “Are you complaining?”

“N-n-noooo!” Jungkook cries, already missing the burning feeling. “Fuuuck! Put it back in!”

Although Jimin tsks in dissatisfaction at Jungkook’s lack of manners, he rests his hand that wasn’t slick with lubricant on Jungkook’s waist and then intrudes Jungkook’s hole again without warning, this time with two fingers. “How does it feel, baby boy?”

As he feels Jimin’s digits curling and attempting to scissor inside him, Jungkook’s eyelids close at the agonizing yet delicious feeling. “Good,” he manages to sigh out between needy pants. “So fucking good.”

While Jimin takes his time stretching Jungkook out wider, the latter was getting impatient. The dual sensation of your walls pulsing around his cock and Jimin spreading him out was too much… But at the same time, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

“Just fuck me already!” Jungkook begs through gritted teeth.

“You have such a filthy mouth on you, baby boy,” Jimin growls against the shell of Jungkook’s ear, once again pulling his digits out of the younger man. Jimin rolls on a new condom on himself – the one he had used with you was disposed of when Jungkook was taking his sweet, sweet time entering you for the first time – then lines himself up to Jungkook’s entrance and slowly thrust inside. You all groan loudly as the domino effect happens. Jimin piercing deep into Jungkook causes Jungkook to do the same to you, and you swear you’ve never had anyone go that far into you before.

You were nearly in tears again from all the pain and pleasure that you almost didn’t hear Jimin grunting angrily to Jungkook, “Daddy doesn’t like that.”

That makes your walls compress around Jungkook, and you could tell Jungkook liked it too by the way he keens his apologies. Jimin forgives him with a gentle nip and suck on his shoulder and an ‘it’s okay’.

Jimin’s hands are now on either side of Jungkook’s hips, soothingly rubbing up and down as he lets Jungkook get used to him. It was also to control himself. As badly as Jimin wanted to start moving, he wants to wait until you and Jungkook give the okay. Jimin wants this to be enjoyable for everyone involved.

When both you and Jungkook start begging him to move, Jimin digs his finger into Jungkook’s sides to get a good hold on him. Jungkook hisses because of the scrape of Jimin’s nails but that’s forgotten once Jimin starts snapping his hips with the most unforgiving pace he can manage.

Even though it was already so much – Jungkook’s whole body aching with the need to release - Jungkook still shakily takes the hand on his waist and guides it up to wrap around his throat. He squeezes slightly on top Jimin’s hand to let the blond know what he wants.

Jimin slows down to ask, “Do you remember the safe word?”

“Y-yes… It’s apple.”

“But if you can’t speak, just tap me three times, okay?”

“Okay,” Jungkook answers, squeezing Jimin’s hand again. “Please, Jimin.”

“Not yet… Repeat it first.”

“SafewordisappleandifIcan’tspeakItapyouthreetimes,” Jungkook repeats quickly, so desperate for Jimin to choke him.

“Good boy,” Jimin praises while his grasp tightens marginally around Jungkook’s neck. And as Jungkook’s eyes roll back in bliss, Jimin returns to his previous rapid speed.

The delirious scent of sweat and sex fills the atmosphere around the three of you. If someone were to walk by the locker room, they’ll be probably able to hear all the wet squelches, skin smacking against skin, and unrestrained grunts and wanton moans from everyone in the room.

Then if that someone was to be curious enough to walk in, they would see the most indecent and lewd act that’s ever happened inside the Korea University’s Men’s hockey locker room – maybe even, the whole campus. But none of you would even bat an eye at the intruder.

The three of you were so solely hooked on one another. Each one only caring about making the other two experience their utmost pleasure. Hypothetical intruders be damned.

With the hand around Jungkook’s throat, Jimin splays his fingers out to reach Jungkook sharp jaw, turning Jungkook to face him. Then Jimin tilts his own head to graze his mouth against Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook lets Jimin part the seams of his lips to slip his tongue inside. Jimin groans as their pink muscle swirl together.

Jimin may be stealing all the air left in his lungs, but Jungkook couldn’t get enough.

They only part when you slam the back of your head against the locker behind you. When they check on you, they see that your eyes are squeezed shut as fresh tears pour out of them. Your body shaking uncontrollably as the coil below your stomach tightens again.

“Y/N, are you going to come soon?” Jimin asks as he swivels his hips in slower and deeper thrusts now.

You shake your head, sobbing every time Jungkook grazes that spot inside you. “Jimin, I-I don’t think I can.” You’re trying but there’s a block. “It’s too much.”

You can feel Jungkook twitching, ready to burst any second, but he’s trying to hold back. He wants you to come first.

“Baby girl, if you want him to breathe-“ Jimin roughens his grip around Jungkook’s neck, causing your best friend to wheeze, “- you need to come for daddy.”

They both want you to come first.

It’s seeing how Jungkook’s face flushes from the lack of oxygen that shakes you up to move your hand from his shoulder to drop it to where he was still disappearing back and forth into your heat. You rub your fingers on your swollen clit - gasping and writhing because of too much overstimulation. You really didn’t think you could come again –

But then Jungkook joins you, adding more pressure on your clit with his middle and index finger. You look up and meet his big, pretty eyes.

“N-noona, please come,” Jungkook begs raggedly, still struggling to breathe properly. “Noona, I-I need you to c-come on me, please.”

That all it takes for your orgasm to come crashing in again.

As you clench around him tightly, Jungkook finally lets himself come as a hoarse scream tears through his throat that Jimin has finally let go of. Jungkook fills up the rubber with ropes and ropes of cum that keeps coming even 10 seconds later, when Jimin joins the two of you in bliss. The older man’s sweet, tiny whimpers of satisfaction were drowned out by Jungkook’s passionate moans. He must have been the noisiest out of the three of you.

It was peaceful for a while, all of you basking in the afterglow, soaking in each other’s warmth.

Jungkook lifts his head from your shoulder to press his lips on yours softly. After a minute, he moves his head to the side so Jimin can also taste your lips. Then, of course, Jimin doesn’t hesitate to kiss Jungkook after he was done with you, surprising the younger man in a good way. You’re all a giggling mess when those two break apart.

Jimin detaches himself first a few minutes later, jogging to his stall to grab a towel to clean up. Jungkook lets your leg that was around him after he slips his softened dick out of you, but he still has an arm around your hips to keep you up. He has his nose in your hair as he tells how well you did when Jimin finally comes back, the latter bending down on one knee to wipe you up first.

“You both did great,” Jimin grins up at the two. He softly murmurs a few more praises to the both of you as he switches to clean up Jungkook. It causes butterflies to flutter in both your stomachs at how kind Jimin truly is after being so rough and dominant during sex. Jimin stands up to get a water bottle from his locker and hands it over to you. As you rehydrate, you notice he looks guilt-ridden, gnawing on his bottom lip before he turns to Jungkook. “I’m, uh, sorry for edging you so much. I shouldn’t ha-

“Are you kidding me? I loved it!” Jungkook cuts him off to exclaim.

“Really?!”

“Yeah! I’ve never came so hard before! I actually wanted to be edged more…” Jungkook admits with a chuckle as he rubs the nape of his neck. Then he shrugs. “We’ll just have to discuss more rules for next time.”

“Next time?!” you and Jimin simultaneously question in shock. You both didn’t think that Jungkook would be the first one to suggest a next time.

Jungkook blushes as he looks between the two of you. “Well… we still need to make Y/N squirt again, don’t we?”

His tone was bashful and uncertain, like maybe he put the two of you off by how eager he was.

“You’re right!” Jimin agrees, beaming widely and Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief through the breath he was holding in. Then Jimin peers over to you, eyes darkening again as his wide smile transforms into a sly smirk. “I wanna see her quivering and squirting all over my face next time.”

“Yeah…” Jungkook sighs dreamily, already fantasizing it.

You gape between the both of them as your whole body heats up once more. These two sadistic assholes!

Well luckily for them, you’re a bit of a masochist yourself.

“Come on,” Jimin beckons with an easy smile after Jungkook finished off the water bottle you handed to him. As one of Jimin’s hands holds onto yours and the other tangles with Jungkook’s while he says, “Let’s get dressed. I’ll take you guys to my favorite restaurant nearby. My treat.”

At that, Jungkook smiles brightly enough that his nose and eyes scrunch up that makes Jimin tilt his head back with a content laugh.

Your stomach flips at the sight of the two of them.

They both seem to know the way into your heart: free food and pretty smiles.

Friday – Final Game

What stirs you awake on Friday morning was a cooing in your left ear – something about sunny-side up eggs or scrambled eggs –  and the feeling of plush lips that fleeting peppers the left side of your face with soft kisses. You answer even before your eyes open – scrambled, through a yawn. There’s a grumpy whine from your right side and an arm tightening around your waist as a groggy voice murmurs out, five more minutes.

When you manage to finally blink the sleep out of your eyes, you are greeted with a sight of Jimin smiling sweetly down at you.

“Morning beautiful,” he greets while your hand caresses the side of his face to pull him down for a kiss.

“Mornin’,” you hum with a grin when you pull away.

“Do you know how he likes his eggs?” Jimin asks as his chin juts to the body on your right. “I tried to ask him but the answer I got was just a bunch of gibberish.”

You giggle as you look the man beside you, running your fingers through his dark hair gently. As you continue your soothing ministration, you turn to Jimin again, “Jungkook likes it over-easy.”

Jungkook lifts his head up slightly from where it was squished against you right boob when he hears his name. His sleepy eyes open in just tiny slits and mouth puckered together in a cute pout while he gazes around, then settles it on Jimin. “You’re making breakfast?”

“I did promise, didn’t I?” Jimin answers as he hops off the bed, grabbing his boxers off the floor. Once it’s on, he adds with a wink, “After what you both did last night, you two deserve it.”

Remembering what had transpired last night causes your whole body to shiver and your heartbeat to race with delight.

Actually, it wasn’t just last night, but almost the entire day yesterday.

After that meal you all had together at that open past midnight restaurant near the Korea U campus, you and Jungkook stayed over at Jimin’s apartment to rest and cuddle. Then when morning came, the three of you drove back to Yonsei and parted ways for a bit – you went back home while Jimin and Jungkook met up with their respective teams for their last practice before the big game today. They both ended up finishing their practice at the same time during the early afternoon and so they headed to your apartment together. That’s when the fun started.

You really thought four orgasms in a session was your limit after Wednesday night. But of course, the two boys had to prove you wrong.

Jimin giggles when he sees the look on your blushing face, knowing that you were thinking about all the things the three of you did yesterday (like how you did squirt all over his face after he allowed you to ride his tongue, just like he wanted you to). As you continue to think about all the lewd act you all committed, Jimin places his hands on the bed just so can lean in give you a quick kiss on the lips. Before you could respond to kiss him back, he’s already straightening up again and leaving your bedroom to head for the kitchen.

You check back on Jungkook while you hear Jimin’s cheerful singing and the creaking of cabinets opening, and you smile fondly when you find Jungkook had already drifted back to sleep. You shift down across the bed so when you turn on your side, the two of you will be face-to-face.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you sing-song with a tilt in your voice. As Jungkook groans five more minutes again, you press your lips five times up the bridge of his nose, starting at the tip then up to the crease between his furrowed brows. A smile lifts at the corners of Jungkook’s mouth when he feels this, drowsily mumbling for more.

“I’ll give you more when you wake up.”

That’s when you get flipped on your back and Jungkook is hovering above you on all fours. His eyelids are still languidly blinking but he’s awake. And so is his cock. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips when you feel it heavy against your inner thighs.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N,” he whines with a slight growl, pinning your hands above your head on the mattress.

It’s amazing how his libido is already on full drive when he just woke up – and after all he did last night. But with the fire lighting up in your core, you’re not complaining.

You flutter your eyelashes as innocently as you can as you swivel your hips to grind against. “What do I get in return for a kiss?”

Jungkook bites back a moan, inhaling in a ragged breath instead, before his dark gaze falls on you.

“I’ll fuck you –“ he starts with a lethargic drawl in his tone, and already, it has you rubbing your thighs together. “I’ll fuck you as hard and as rough as I know you like it. I’ll have you screaming my name loud enough to wake the whole damn neighborhood because I’ll be fucking your pretty cunt so well. That good with you, noona?”

After a small, sweet and needy whimper escapes your lips that has Jungkook smirking, you tell him, “Then kiss me.”

So he does, diving down to capture your lips with his own. As the two of you ardently swirl your tongues together, panting hotly into each other’s mouths, you manage to free your legs from the cage of Jungkook’s legs on either side of you. You wrap yourself around his hips instead, pushing the heels of your feet against his ass to pull him closer towards you.

Jungkook groans gutturally when his length slides along your already slick folds. Just the heat of you was enough to drive him into a frenzy. He still couldn’t believe that this is actually happening – and has happened many, many, many times in the last 24 hours. Jungkook thinks he must have done some good shit in his past lives for this to be happening to him now. He just knows it!

Not wasting any more time, he draws your wrist together so he’ll be able to hold them with just one of his hands to allow his other one to reach down and line himself up with your entrance.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jungkook hisses between clenched teeth as he slides into you. And he still couldn’t believe how tight you are. It should be illegal how good you feel around him.

In the kitchen, Jimin chuckles and shakes his head in amusement when he hears all the impassioned noises coming from the bedroom. He’d go over and watch, but he didn’t want to burn Jungkook’s eggs!

So he goes back to diligently cutting up the fruits that your friends had gifted you while Jungkook fucks you until your body’s aching – again.

And as Jungkook predicted, you’re screaming his name loud enough to wake – well, not the entire neighborhood, but maybe just your surrounding neighbors, like the poor elderly couple living next door. You try to quiet down, but Jungkook’s pounding into you so hard and so, so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

It’s because of the way you’re chanting his name, so wrecked and desperate for more, that Jungkook knows he won’t last long. So he lets go of your wrists to drag his forearm down beside your head, allowing him to anchor himself on the bed better so he could start driving into you in a more unbelievably punishing speed that has your eyes pricking with tears. As your free arms wrap around him, you dig your nails down his back, leaving trails of inflamed skin in their wake.

You were close, and by the way Jungkook’s hips were stuttering, he is too.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook says between moans, his eyes looking into yours as his hand finds your clit. “I love you.”

Although it wasn’t his first time confessing that (he had done it about a dozen time yesterday), it still fills you up with joy. With his fingers rubbing figure eights on your sensitive nub, you smile when you tell him, “I love you too,” as your back arches and you’re pulsing tight around him as your orgasm washes over you.

Jungkook comes undone at that, spilling his seed deep inside you, filling you up to the brim with hot, white cum. He won’t ever get tired of the pretty faces you make while you come. He won’t ever get tired of hearing you say ‘I love you’ back to him either.

As soon as Jungkook pulls his softened length out of you and plops beside with a tired and satisfied sigh, Jimin steps into the room, brightly smiling, “The Five-Star Breakfast is ready!”

That excites Jungkook, sitting up quickly with a pump of his fist in the air. You don’t know how he does it, you were far too exhausted to move even an inch, let alone sit up.

“Come on, Y/N!” Jimin jumps onto the foot of the bed, still smiling brightly. “It’s really good!”

While Jimin tries to get you to move by tickling the soles of your feet and both your giggles filling the room along with your playful ‘stop!’s, Jungkook chuckles while he grabs for the first shirt he feels on the ground. After that, he helps sits you up and because your limbs still feeling like jelly, he puts the oversized shirt on for you as well. He pouts when he realizes it was Jimin’s jersey, then he sighs, resigned. “Guess this’ll have to do.”

“Hey, it’s only fair!” Jimin states with feign irritation, crossing his arms. “Your cum is inside her.”

That fact should irritate Jimin – not out of jealousy but because Jimin really advocates for safe sex and has never had sex without a condom - but it doesn’t. Though both boys are really great when it comes to safe sex and the three of you made sure to give each other proofs that you were all clean and tested, Jungkook had really wanted to come inside you and hearing that turned both you and Jimin on. So for Jungkook and you, Jimin will make an exception. The deal now is that the three of you will get tested more frequently and all of you were fine by that.

(Plus, Jimin found out last night that he really loves eating out the mixture of yours and Jungkook’s cum out of you. So there’s that as well!)

But as tempting as it was to do that right now – Jimin’s eyes are glued to the way the white liquid leaks out of you – he and Jungkook had to be at the Yonsei Stadium soon for the last pregame skate.

Though in the end, he couldn’t resist, plunging two of his fingers into your core to scoop out some cum and bringing to his mouth. You and Jungkook watch in awe as Jimin swirls his tongue around his digits, eyes shutting and humming in content because of the tastes.

That’s all Jimin will allow himself this morning, and so he turns to Jungkook once he pops his fingers out his mouth. “Take Y/N to the washroom and get yourselves washed up. I’ll set up the table.”

Jungkook salutes him – jaw still dropped slightly -  before lifting you off the bed bridal style. Jimin follows the two of you out your bedroom but part ways when he heads back to the kitchen and Jungkook goes the bathroom with you still in his arms.

But setting up the table didn’t take that long, and so Jimin sits at the table twiddling his thumbs for a few minutes. Then he hears you squealing and laughing joyfully and he shots out of the chair, heading to the washroom as well. When he opens the slightly ajar door, the fog in the room escapes and the scent of coconut fills the air.

He finds the two of you in the shower, hands on each other to lather up the shower gel and, more so, feel each other up. The creaking of the door made Jimin’s presence known, and you both to look at him with broad smiles.

“We were hoping you’ll show up,” Jungkook says with a grin as you both watch Jimin shifting off his underwear.

“Did you now?” Jimin questions with a sly smirk. Then to prove Jungkook’s point, you and Jungkook both take Jimin’s arms and pull him into the shower. Jimin gets caught in the middle of you and Jungkook, and it’s not a bad place to be.

Being a little bit late won’t hurt anybody…

A while later – like a long while later – you’re all gathered around your small kitchen table, about to dig into the breakfast that Jimin had kindly made.

“This is what you call a Five-Star breakfast?” Jungkook lets out a fart of air through his pouted mouth as he scans the plates on the table – eggs, toasts, and fruits cut into heart-shapes. You slap his arm as you glare at him over the glass of apple juice you’re drinking from. Ungrateful little…

“I worked very hard on his,” Jimin frowns, picking up a heart-shaped piece of apple – a reminder of his hard work. “I cut each and every fruit with my love and care…”

Hearing the sad tone in Jimin’s voice, Jungkook quickly stuffs a heart-shaped mango in his mouth and gives a thumbs up with his doe-eyes wide, bowing his head slightly. “I was kidding! I love it, hyung! Thank you!”

You and Jimin giggle at the younger man’s 180, exchanging a look of amusement while Jungkook’s already stuffing his mouth. You soon both follow after him.

“You know…” Jimin begins a bit later, all the plates and cups almost empty. “I was actually starting to dislike playing hockey.”

“Really?!” both you and Jungkook question in disbelief.

“Why?” you ask further.

“I don’t know…” Jimin shrugs as he runs his hand through his hair. “I guess it just became a chore for me. I was burnt out from all the practice and high expectations. It wasn’t fun anymore…”

You and Jungkook frown sadly, not knowing what to say. Jungkook has seen many past teammates go through a slump and then quit playing the game. It happened so many times before but he still doesn’t know how to handle it or what to say to make them rethink their choice. He wished he did know, so he can help Jimin out.

“But!” Jimin perks up, smiling brightly again. “These past few games reignited my love for hockey. Maybe it’s the whole rivalry thing we had going on-“ he says to Jungkook, then turning to you, he adds, “- or maybe it’s because I wanted to impress you. But… I remember why I started playing hockey in the first place.” Now he looks between the two of you, “So thank you.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, glad to know that Jimin wasn’t thinking about quitting.

“You’re welcome,” Jungkook grins, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, looking cocky as hell. “But this doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you today…”

While you roll your eyes playfully, Jimin laughs, nodding. “I won’t go easy on you either!”

“I can’t believe you and Y/N had a threesome… AND I WASN’T THE THIRD PARTY!?”

Jungkook glares at Taehyung’s lack of tact, screaming out what Jungkook had just told him and Yugyeom for everyone else in the room to hear. Luckily, his teammates don’t care – shit like this was a common occurrence in the Yonsei locker room. But he does get a few ‘fucking finally’ and ‘nice on Jeon!’ comments from his other teammates.

“You’re fucking weird,” Yugyeom tells the boy standing beside him, both of them in front Jungkook who was sitting down and fastening up his skates.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. As if he doesn’t already know. So with that in mind, he tuts to Jungkook, “Next time, ask me instead!”

Jungkook squints his eyes and purses his lips, pretending to think.

“Yeah…” Taehyung perks up, until Jungkook adds with a snicker, “No.”

While Taehyung whines childishly – stomping his feet as best as he could with skates on -  Jungkook continues, “’Cause it’s more than that, Tae. We’re all, um, going to try…” He’s already blushing bright red before he can even say the word, his stomach lit with fireworks, “dating.”

Both his best friends’ jaw drops at that. Then, Taehyung once again:

“WHY AM I NOT THE THIRD PARTY?!”

Yugyeom is a lot more ecstatic though, sliding to sit beside Jungkook so he can wrap an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him close. He smiles brightly, shaking Jungkook up with an aggressive rub of his upper arm. “I’m so happy for you! You were ‘that feel when no gf’ for the longest time and now you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend.” Yugyeom sniffs, pretending to wipe away a fake tear under his eye. “What a come up.”

“You and your fucking old-school ass memes and lingo. Kids these days use glow up now, you fucking grandpa!” Taehyung states while Jungkook and Yugyeom ignore him, laughing together as Yugyeom congratulates Jungkook some more. Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, mumbling mostly to himself, “And again… why am I not the third party?”

“Why can’t I be you?!” Hyoyeon wails as both her hands grip on your wrist, frantically tugging at your arm after you told her and the rest of the girls about the news – that you’re dating both Jungkook and Jimin. “Can we switch bodies for one day? One day is all I need!”

From all around you, the other girls express their excitement with giddy squeals and tight hugs. The five of you were already sitting in your usual front row seats around the rink, waiting for the teams to come out.

“You upstaged my announcement…” Yura states. Just a few minutes ago, she had announced that she and Jong2 are finally dating-dating. Hand over her heart, she adds, eyes twinkling, “… and I couldn’t be more proud.”

“I want to know your secret, Y/N,” Yuri says as stadium fills with cheers – all the boys finally making their way onto the ice. You all stand up along with the rest of the crowd, knowing that the National Anthem will be played soon - the two teams on the ice lining up in separate lines. With her gaze flicking between the Golden Boy and the blond on the opposing team, Yuri murmurs in admiration, “You’re so lucky… I mean, I’m not attracted to Jeon at all but I could see he’s hot. But Jimin’s just… Wow… Ethereal.”

While you catch Jimin’s eyes on you, a playful smirk lifting his lips, Solji raises a question of concern, “But isn’t Jimin worried that you and Jungkook have more of a history… and that you two probably have more feelings for each other?”

“Wow… Way to kill the mood, Solj,” Hyoyeon grumbles.

“No, no… she’s right,” you say as you turn away from Jimin to address your friends. “Jimin was a bit apprehensive about it. But it was actually Jungkook that convinced him! Well, both of us did, but it was Jungkook’s idea.”

“Convinced him…” Yuri squints. “How?”

“We…do…le…b…ob,” you mumble.

“You did what now!?” Yura questions in anticipation, urging you to repeat yourself.

“We gave him a double blowjob,” you repeat, still in a whisper, but enough for only the girls to hear. You burn up just thinking about it - how eager both you and Jungkook were, how loud Jimin was. It was the only convincing Jimin needed. If it wasn’t already obvious enough, he had a thing for seeing both you and Jungkook on your knees for him. (And he also has a daddy kink, but neither you or Jungkook are brave enough to say it for him out loud even though you both like it when he calls himself that. “One day, I’ll have you both screaming daddy for me. One day…” Jimin said with determination.)

The girls’ jaws drop instantaneously just as the National Anthem started. They were obviously speechless throughout it.

When it was over and you’re all sitting back down, that’s when they find their voice again.

“You’re living my dream life,” Hyoyeon tells you. “Truly, babe, you are.”

As the other girls hum their agreement, Solji opens her mouth to raise another question of concern. “What about the game? Are they okay with whoever wins? Is that going to cause a strain?”

The other girls roll their eyes and express that Solji is being too much of the mother hen, but you just grin. You’re glad she’s so caring and that she’s looking out for everyone in the relationship.

“Yeah, they said they’ll be fine. Someone has to win at the end of the day, so…” You tell her. Then you giggle, remembering the two boy’s conversation in the car on the way over. “But they did make a bet…” Then as you watch the teams line up to their position, you add, “Whoever scores the most goals in the first period gets to kiss me during the first intermission.”

On the ice, Jungkook stands in his centre position, bending his knees nice and low as he sizes up the man in front of him – Jung Hoseok.

“You ready to lose, Jeon?” Hoseok asks, his fiery red hair already sticking to his forehead.

“Ha! I should be asking you that question!” Jungkook counters with a grin and the boy laughs wholeheartedly in return. Though their teams are rivals and they’re both really bloodthirsty centres, Jungkook has always liked Hoseok. If they had been on the same team (because Hoseok had told him before that he almost attended Yonsei), they would have been the best of friends because Hoseok was always so bright and cheerful and –

“But seriously Jeon, if you break my best friend’s heart… I won’t hesitate, bitch,” Hoseok sneers.

Well, most of the time.

A panicked shiver runs down Jungkook spine even though Hoseok was quoting a Vine meme. That’s how terrifying Hoseok sounded.

Jungkook looks to the right, over at Jimin who grins when their eyes meet. Jungkook feels butterflies in his stomach, like how he used to feel when he first started liking you – there’s no doubt in his mind that he’ll come to love Jimin as much as he loves you. Then he turns back to Hoseok, “You don’t have to worry.”

“Better not have to,” Hoseok grumbles with glare just as the referee skates over with the puck.

Then the puck drops and the final game officially starts.

With his lightning reflexes, Jungkook wins the face-off, passing the puck right to his captain. He skates as everyone scatters to get to the puck and Jong1 quickly passes the puck back to him.

When he has the puck dribbling with his stick, Jungkook smirks Jimin’s way, before looking ahead and accelerating forward with a breakaway, going that insanely fast speed that’s his signature.  

And just like that, in the first 20 seconds of the game, Jungkook scores the first goal of the evening. The crowd goes wild. Even the Korea University students can’t deny that it was the perfect goal, that there’s a reason why Jeon Jungkook, #19 from the Yonsei University hockey team, has the nickname Golden Boy. He was truly living up to the name.

Jungkook gives an exaggerated shrug towards Jimin when they skate back to face-off position; a sorry not sorry, a better luck next time.

With wide eyes and mouth slightly puckered, Jimin nods in appreciation of Jungkook’s display of skill, clearly impressed.

The next face-off goes the Korea U team though, and Hoseok passes it off to their maknae, Mark Lee, who skates up to pass it to Jimin. Both Jong2 and Jong3 try to block Jimin’s way but the lithe and agile man easily slips past the obstacles in front of him and shoots the puck straight to the space between Taehyung’s legs. Taehyung blocks it with his knees, but it bounces off the post and passes the red line, ultimately giving the goal to Korea U, and the crowd goes wild again. It’s obviously going to be a very eventful game.

When Jimin passes Jungkook this time, he copies Jungkook’s exaggerated shrug and smirk. Jimin’s not backing down anytime soon.

Jungkook chuckles as they line up for another face-off. He wonders how many times they’ll face-off in just the first 10 minutes alone.

It’s hard to predict which team will win the championship cup this early on in the game. They’ll worry about that in the 3rd period.

But for now - and for that kiss…

Let the games begin.

sigh…. so pretty :] <3

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The Pack Initiative - 11.5 [BREAKING NEWS]

TPI Masterlist

"BREAKING NEWS! The government-backed initiative to get half-breeds off the street has officially been shortened! Budget cuts mean the eight-week programme will be concluded early, ending tomorrow at noon. Now, here's Jackson with the weather."

"Thank you Eric. People should expect a large storm making its way-" Yoongi shuts off the radio, grumbling angrily as he tries to relax in the uncomfortable chair.

None of us were really listening anyway: we're too busy packing everything for us leaving tomorrow. Well, only around half of us were actually packing.

Jimin was still feeling nauseous from the pseudo-heat. Taehyung's hand hadn't even started healing. Namjoon had dropped and subsequently tripped over a box of Jimin's nesting materials and ended up twisting his ankle. Lastly, Yoongi was simply 'resting his eyes.' To be fair, Yoongi had been the one doing the most lifting and moving up until a couple of minutes ago, when he suddenly collapsed into the chair and slammed his eyes shut, grumbling.

"Let's all stop for a little while and talk about tomorrow." Jungkook suggests. He doesn't even wait for an answer, plopping down on the floor with his legs outstretched. I shake my head a little as he continues to lounge around on the floor, shuffling a few boxes out of the way before joining Namjoon on the sofa.

"There's nothing to talk about." Seokjin answers, throwing himself down next to me. Namjoon groans a little as the force throws him forward a little, pouting angrily.

"There is! We're going to be living together properly tomorrow and I'm still not comfortable peeing around you guys!"

"Please don't ever get comfortable peeing around me. I don't need that." I groan under my breath, adjusting to lean my shoulder against Seokjin's. He smiles gently, shuffling his leg to press against mine.

I like touching Seokjin. His omega's touch is soft and delicate despite his muscular appearance. I've said it once and I'll say it a million times, he would definitely be an apex omega if they existed.

"You don't wanna hold my hand while I pee? All omegas do is break your heart." My alpha begins fake-crying, hand clasped over his chest as if he's experiencing real pain from the heartbreak.

"I'll hold your hand while you pee, Jungkook." Jimin comforts, sending a wide smile his way. I inwardly giggle as his eyes resemble crescent moons, my inner omega crooning at the other omega's delight.

"The hand he's holding his dick with?" Hoseok chimes in, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looks between the pair. Everyone begins to laugh loudly, everything from cackles from Seokjin and wheezes from Yoongi can be heard.

"People have two hands Hobi!" Taehyung manages between hearty laughs, shaking his head as his grin lights up the room.

"My life goal is to be so comfortable with you guys that we hold eachother's dicks so the other can pee." Jungkook (hopefully) jokes.

"How are we gonna help Y/N pee?"

"You're not. Please don't ever expect to be with me while I pee and vice versa." I beg.

"Good luck with that, Namjoon likes to use the bathroom with the door open." Yoongi deadpans, nose scrunched in heavy displeasure. I unknowingly reflect that face, flashing my best 'WTF' face to Namjoon as he tries to stutter out an explanation.

We continue laughing and sharing jokes, trying our best to make the others comfortable with tomorrow looming over us. I hope it goes alright.

i have a severe case of romantic feelings for this man ♡︎

endless bangtan gifs [29/∞] vid cr. namuspromised

HIII!!! I’m enjoying TPI soo much!!! I can’t wait to see the pack learning and subsequently loving and caring for each other!!! Can i please be added to your tag list? Not just TPI, but with all your other works from here on out.

Thank you!!!

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hi hi! thank you <33

i can’t either, i’m constantly rewriting moments to be more fluffier and more realistic!

i currently only have taglists for TPI, Just Between Us and One Soul, Two Bodies, so you’ve been added!

thanks for your support!

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