A L L M I N E

a l l m i n e

p a i r i n g : hoseok x reader

g e n r e : friends w/ benefits au.

t a g s : idol!reader, producer!hoseok, casual sex, y’all act like a couple without exactly saying you are, careless sex, fingering + cunnilingus, studio sex, 69-ning, spanking (f receiving), hoseok’s a little mean, mc from ‘3:00 am’ makes a cameo ft. JK, attempted quiet sex, unprotected sex at the end, mentioned degradation

s u m m a r y : you never expected in a million years to work with the one and only jung hoseok. you also didn’t expect to indulge in a series of hook-ups with the rapper, but like a good girl you obey your senior.

w o r d c o u n t : 6.9 k

“I’m what?” You frowned with your head tilting to the side, trying to comprehend what the heck your manager was telling you.

She sighed deeply, hand coming up to massage her temples, "You know, Jung Hoseok? From BTS? We're having him come in to help produce your mini album. They think this collaboration will do good, rise your popularity even more."

You were a bit baffled by this, you didn't need the popularity. In fact you were well off without anyone's help given the company you came from and your talent/skill. They referred to you as the monster rookie who scored an all-kill on the charts with your debut song alone. You were an ace destined for greatness as Bang PD-nim had once said, and you believed him.

"I see..." you trailed off, frown settling on your features ever so slightly, "I was just surprised is all."

"I know, I know, I didn't think it was necessary either but what can I say? It was direct orders from the higher-ups."

It wasn't like you interacted with Hoseok though.. you hardly ever saw the man given that he was busy with his work and packed schedule. You yourself didn't ever encounter your supposed older brother group(s)—TXT & BTS—it would be a rare sighting if you ever did pass by them. Usually you bowed and greeted the said member before continuing on with your day.

They knew of you, often times supporting your comeback and commenting on it. Wasn't like you were complete strangers. You supposed now would be the time to finally meet him.

"When do we start?" You softly piped up.

"In about a week or so when he isn't busy with his photoshoots and performances. We sent your contact information to him, he'll personally message you and from there you know what to do. But if you want some more information you can speak with him in a few days since the BigHit photoshoot will happen."

You weren't so sure if you wanted to talk with him.. you had seen videos of him hard at work and couldn't help but notice how strict and serious he seemed. His happy go lucky nature seemed to disappear once it was time to work. That and the fact that he was your senior intimidated you. You just hoped he didn't go all serious on you..

"Okay, thank you I'll keep that in mind." You murmured, collecting your thoughts.

The days went by quite slowly, true to your manager's word Hoseok texted you. You hadn't been anticipating the message, heart nearly stopping when you saw the notification light up. You could have brushed it off and just went back to practicing your dance, but it was like there was a tiny devil whispering in your ear about him.

It was a simple text, one so simple you found your paranoia spiking. You were sure you were just acting a fool and Hoseok was just being professional. But still, your darker inner thoughts lingered around in your head. Something about him was just so.. irresistible, the man himself looked like he came straight out of a wet dream.

From the way he could mesmerize a whole crowd with his sensual dancing, to how low his voice could get when he spit his verses into the mic. You wouldn't mind having a small round in the sheets with him. Besides, it'd most likely just be one of those one time things. You just hoped he didn't see you as just his co-worker.

You met up with Hoseok on a Friday night, it was sundown when he asked you to meet him in his studio. The entire car ride was spent with you fussing over your nerves and trying to calm down. This was really happening.. you were going to work one on one with your senior. Alone.

No managers. Just the two of you.

The mere thought sent shivers down your spine as you clutched your concept book closer. "I just hope he's as nice as he is on TV." You mumbled to yourself, car coming to a stop as you exited the company van and sent a quick text to Hoseok.

hoseok [5:25]

come up

i'll open the door for you.

You didn't reply, greeting the receptionists and other staff members as you made your way to the elevator and punched in the floor number. When the elevator door dinged and you stepped out, you looked down the hall to see Hoseok already standing outside his studio leaning against the wall. He had his hands in his pocket with a laid back smile on his face.

"Surprised you didn't get lost y/n," he said almost in a mocking way, teasing you even.

"I've been here for like a year already. I know my way." You rolled your eyes and stood in front of him, "You do this to all your poor co-workers?"

Hoseok chuckled, "No, only the ones who look like they're here for other things." He eyed you up and down slowly before side-stepping, "After you."

Other things? You frowned in confusion and walked into the studio wondering what the hell Hoseok meant by that. You looked at your clothes in wonder, maybe he was talking about that. But why would he be talking about your cotton shorts and sweater? You sat down still blinking in confusion before realization kicked in.

And god did you feel stupid.

"Pervert." You muttered, giving Hoseok the side-eye as he shut the door and took his seat in his chair.

"What? Something wrong y/n?" There he went saying your name all weird. If he was just messing around and trying to annoy you then he completely succeeded.

You shook your head slowly, if this was how it was going to be then you might as well just give up. You leaned back in your chair, softly humming as you looked into his eyes, "No. Just wondering what we're gonna be working on today. I brought some of the concept photoshoot pictures so you can get an idea of the mini-album in general."

Hoseok's hand brushed against yours as he took ahold of the concept photos. He went through each of the photos slowly, taking his time to take in every detail. You were a bit embarrassed as the photos consisted of you in provocative outfits in lewd positions. The album's genre had been set, you had decided on a more sexier comeback. Not too sexy and just the right amount of sensual.

Blame Chungha and her damn bicycle song.

You watched for his reaction very closely. Hoseok's tongue had darted out to lick his upper lip slowly. He was reclined in his chair with legs spread as he tapped his foot on the ground. You could tell he was just checking you out in your photos, eyes slowly moving downwards.

"I see," Hoseok murmured, "and you came up with this yourself right? The whole idea I mean." He cleared his throat, looking at you as he sat up straight.

You nodded, "Is it bad?"

Hoseok shook his head, "Not at all, it suits someone as sexy like you." He chuckled breathily, "Alright, let's get started yeah? This is gonna be a trip." He said with a wink whilst starting up his computer.

Lord it was.

The two of you worked diligently, you half expected for there to be more teasing but surprisingly not. Hoseok looked attractive when he was entirely concentrated on work. It was the way he'd address you with intense eye-contact, never keeping his eyes off of you even if you weren't exactly talking anymore. You even caught him checking you out mid-conversation.

"I just think maybe you could delay the bass guitar riff just a little before the chorus and then the beat drop." You looked at Hoseok, "It just sounds better that way if you like really get into it."

Hoseok leaned against his desk with his head resting on his hand and tilted to the side just a bit, "Yeah?" He mumbled, hooded eyes staring into your own, "I mean I see what you mean it sounds pretty hot." His eyes trailed down to your thighs, lingering, "Let's try it." He slid his hand to your upper thigh, giving it a soft pat.

You were shocked to say the least. Up until now he hadn't really initiated any contact with you. But when he touched your thigh it was like the tingles went down your spine. Needless to say you were left wanting for more, a second heartbeat down there between your legs.

You took notice that during your little breaks or conversations he'd be a lot more touchy with you. His hand was always either on your thigh, your knee, or the back of your chair. He spoke in a lower tone too, eyes practically glued to your lips as he got bolder and bolder. At first it was a silly little comment about your song potentially being for the bedroom.. but then it was directing towards you now.

"Say," Hoseok began, his hand on your thigh which had become a permanent resting spot for his hand, "do I make you nervous?" He tilted his head, lips curled in a faint smirk.

You didn't know how to reply, heart beating a bit faster because now things were getting hotter. You hadn't come here with the intention of hooking up but if it was going to happen who were you to deny? Not when Hoseok was a whole wet dream himself. "Yes," you softly replied, thighs pressing together which didn't go unnoticed by the older, "you kind of scare me.." You quietly admitted.

Hoseok hummed, his interest was definitely piqued at this point. "Really now," he leaned in his chair, facing you as he continued stroking your thigh, "but you want me don't you?"

A faint hum passed, you turned to look at him with a lick of your lip, "Yes.."

"Oh? How adorable, actin' like you're about that life sweetheart." Hoseok laughed softly, "Look at you? You're so little, and I don't do little. What's a cutie like you gonna do for me hm? I'm not like the little boys in your dm's, in fact I don't think you could please me at all."

Fuck.. there was something so hot about being humiliated like this. You found yourself blushing red at his words, leaning in to his hand, which was now teasing your inner thigh. "What if I don't want those boys? What if I want a man." You softly replied, shame thrown out the window.

Hoseok leaned in close, lips ghosting over yours, "Yeah? But the real question here is sweetheart," he grabbed your chin gently shaking you, "can you take me like a good girl? Or you gonna cry about the dick being too much?" He smirked, clearly getting off to your embarrassment.

A soft whine bubbled up in your throat, you messily slotted your lips against Hoseok's. Your hands came up to gently hold his face, lips moving slowly and a bit clumsy on your part. Hoseok didn't move at all, you could tell he was smiling by the way his lips were curling faintly. It was so degrading but you were loving every single second of it.

"Cute." Hoseok mumbled against you, "Now let me show you how I like it." He grabbed your face roughly, one hand holding you in place and another tangling in your hair. He kissed you hard, knocking the air out of you.

You mewled quietly, scalp stinging pleasantly from his grab. He bit into your bottom lip, gently tugging on it with his tongue darting out to lick over it. You parted your lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Hoseok let out a muffled groan, hand sliding down to hold you by your hip and then to your ass.

He pat you gently, signaling that he wanted you on his lap. Without breaking the kiss you plopped yourself in his lap, chair creaking slightly as his hands immediately dropped down to your ass. You broke from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two as soft pants left you, "Please,"

"Please what? What do you need sweetheart?" He murmured, thumb rubbing over your swollen lip.

"I need you here," you gently motioned between your legs, "need you to fuck me please. 's all wet for you.."

Hoseok bit his lip, eyes raking down your figure as he spanked both asscheeks, "Pull your fucking shorts and panties to the side. Now." He spanked you again, "You wanted my cock well now you're gonna fucking get it sweetheart. Just don't cry about it when no one else fucks your pussy as good as me." He growled lowly, hand rummaging through a small random box he had on his desk.

You whimpered at each spank and reached down to grab at your shorts and panties pulling them to the side, exposing your wet pussy. Something about his authority and the way he carried himself was hot. You liked how big he talked about his dick game. Now all that was left was to see if his cock would ruin you for anyone else.

"What? You didn't expect me to do all the work now did you? If you want my cock you're gonna have to get it yourself." Hoseok narrowed his eyes, a condom sitting between his fingers.

Your hands shakily came down to push his gray shorts down, sitting under his balls as his cock slapped against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, it looked so fucking good you just wanted it down your throat. His cock was thick.. and had a little curve to it which no doubt would be hitting all those sweet spots within you.

"Go on, put the condom on me sweetheart." Hoseok stroked your ass, eyes hooded and glazed over with lust.

Without wasting time you tore open the foil packet, one hand held his throbbing cock while the other rolled the condom down slowly. You heard him quietly hiss at the contact. When you finished with the condom you positioned yourself over his cock and pulled your shorts to the side once more, "Can I?" You mumbled, your mind in a submissive headspace.

Hoseok smirked softly, he had his hands on your hips just holding them. "Ride me like you mean it." Was all he said.

You pressed the tip over your hole, slowly pushing down until he popped in. Your mouth fell open, slowly pushing yourself down on to the rest of his cock. The delicious slide against your walls unconsciously had your pussy tightening around him. You both moaned at this.

"Oh fuckk," you whispered, head leaning back as you rolled your hips forward just a little, "so good.."

Hoseok looked like he was in heaven with how his head was leaned back, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. He reached forward to spank you hard once again, grabbing your cheeks through the shorts and rolling your hips on his cock. "C'mon, show me how good you can ride my cock. It's all yours." He purred.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, back arching properly as you began to move on his cock. You slowly bounced, trying to get used to the intrusion with your toes curling. Soft little moans left you, his cock was hitting all the right places so far and it left you weak in the knees. Hoseok had stayed true to his word and didn't do any work.

His lips were parted as soft grunts and moans left him. His eyes were focused on your face, he stared up at you through hooded eyes. He had moved his hands above your ass, pulling you closer and holding your body tightly as he sat up. Hoseok watched the way your hips bounced on him, pussy swallowing his cock whole.

"There you go sweetheart, fuck yourself on my cock–oh god–c'mon you can do better baby." His moans needy and hoarse.

Your hips came to a slow halt, rising steadily until the tip of his cock was left inside before sliding back down. You did this a few more times, letting his cock explore every inch of you. Soft whines and little cries escaped you, ".. H-Hoseok," your lips fell open, hands gripping him tighter as your thighs quivered.

A soft squelch could be heard, your pussy was practically gushing by now. Every time you slid your hips down more trickle of slick dribbled down his cock to his balls. Even his shorts had small wet spots on them. His hands gently cupped under your ass, he took control of your movements and began to bounce you on his cock once more.

"W-Wait," you whimpered out, head thrown back as the pleasure suddenly hit you in the gut.

"What did I say baby? You that fucked out dick got you stupid? C'mon, think for me, use that little brain of yours." Hoseok grunted whilst gently slapping your cheek with one hand.

You tried to think of a response, eyes closing as more moans and mewls escaped your lips. It was so hard with the way he had you bouncing up and down on his cock. The tip of his cock brushed ever so slightly against your g-spot, cock curving just right to give you that delicious friction. "U-Um.. ngh you said..." a moan abruptly cut off your words as you dug your nails into his chair.

"Said what?" He breathed out softly, bouncing you harder and faster on his cock, "Go on I'm waiting,"

"H-Hobi!" You cried out, eyes wet with tears as your cunt squeezed his cock. You reaching down to rest your hands on his lower abdomen, steadying yourself as you fucked back on his cock. Your hips were now grinding back and forth at a quick pace, something that caught Hoseok off guard.

He let out a filthy moan, head leaning back as he squeezed your ass tightly. "Oh fuck yes," he grit his teeth, cock throbbing inside of you, "keep going baby right there–" he choked up.

"Gonna cum!"

The squelching noises your cunt made was much louder than the chair creaking and the shuffling of your clothes combined. You were desperately riding him now, eager for release as you rubbed at your clit in fast circles. Hoseok's drawn-out moans grew a bit louder, he was clinging on to you with his hands tightening on your ass by the second.

"I'm so close," he groaned shakily, "shit baby, riding me like you were made for cock." His eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as the pleasure took over.

Your hips stuttered in their movements, a long cry spilling from your lips as you rubbed furiously at your clit. You throbbed in pleasure, clit becoming far too sensitive to touch anymore as your legs trembled. "C-Can't, no more please," you began to sob, hips trying to escape from the stimulation.

Hoseok hissed softly when your pussy tightened around him, trying to milk his cock for all it's worth. "On the couch," he moaned, "fuck, fuck spread your legs."

You shakily fell on to the couch, pushing your shorts and panties down as you spread your legs widely. Hoseok tore the condom off, tossing it on your thigh as he stroked his cock furiously. "Show me." He growled, eyes trained on your fucked out pussy.

Your hands came down to gently spread your pussy apart, showing off how ruined you were. Slick was smeared all over your folds, hole gaping slightly from how stretched you were. You held yourself open to him, lip between your teeth, "On me, please." You begged softly.

"Yeah?" Hoseok cursed under his breath as he leaned over you, hand resting on the backrest of the couch. He closed his eyes, moans breathy and quiet, "Fuck, fuck," he spilled onto your mound, thick globs of cum running down and coating your folds.

A delirious giggle left your lips, finger coming down to dip in the mess Hoseok made of you. His darkened eyes watched as you slowly brought your finger up to your mouth. Your tongue lapped up his cum, a soft moan escaping you.

"Tastes good." You smirked.

Hoseok fisted your hair, leaning down with his lips ghosting over yours. "You're a fucking dream." He grinned back, lips pressing to yours moments later.

+

It became a casual fling, you both almost always ended your studio sessions with fucking each other either then and there or your place. You didn't know what it meant for the two of you, you didn't care either. If it happened it happened, but for now you'd just stick to your arrangement.

Texting each other became more frequent too, it was always a 'you up?' text. You noticed he was a lot more comfortable with the whole situation than most guys would be. He'd leave you his hoodies, offer dinner, and even on several occasions asked to chill with you. You didn't mind one bit though, glad he didn't make this into a awkward strictly sex type of thing.

So here you were, confiding in your close friend like you always did. By close friend you meant Nayeon, the only other idol you ever interacted with.

"Oh wow," Nayeon mused, eyes focused on her wine as she mixed the drink around, "I totally didn't expect the guy to be a sadist in bed. He's the happy go lucky one out of all of them right?"

You rolled your eyes at her obvious disinterest in Hoseok, "He isn't a sadist sadist, just a little mean you know? I like it though, it's hot."

Nayeon quietly snickered, smirk on her face as she raised her glass at you, "Whatever floats your boat you pervert.... So like what do you guys do? Some vanilla sex with a little spanking here and there or what?"

"Wow, so much for me being the pervert." You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine, "No, we do a lot thank you very much. I mean if we want it then it doesn't matter where we are we get down and dirty. He's literally ate me out on the side of the road or in the practice room whenever I'm in there." You giggled softly.

"Oh my god y/n," she squealed, "what else? Does he like slap you on your face and stuff?"

You cupped your hot cheeks, an embarrassed laugh leaving you, "Nayeon! You're so–ughhh okay yes he does. He'll like spit in my mouth sometimes and say really degrading shit. Happy now?"

Nayeon stuck her tongue out at you, "I'm just milking it out because c'mon now would I really be your best friend if I didn't ask for every little detail? I also have a serious question though, tell me the truth I won't be mad I swear." She then cleared her throat, going all serious on you, "Did you and him fuck the day you were sleeping over at my place?"

"Yes." You bluntly said, the wine kicking in and making you a bit more shameless, "Not all the way though. He didn't have a condom with him at the time so we just sixty-nined."

"I knew it you little–" she grit her teeth smacking your arm, "I was so traumatized I thought I was hearing things I was so damn scared to leave my room!"

You giggled madly, hiding your face as you leaned back in your seat. You felt bad, you really did after lying to Nayeon the day it had happened. You remember telling Nayeon all he did was make out with you, denying that you guys fucked every time she asked.

Hushed whispers and soft grunts left Hoseok, the two of you lip-locked under the covers. Your hand slowly slid down between the two of you, slipping into his sweats and grabbing ahold of his cock. He quietly hissed, hands gripping your ass tightly.

You kept in mind you were supposed to keep it down because Nayeon was a door down and it was her apartment after all. You felt a bit bad for doing this to her but Hoseok was just irresistible. You had fallen victim to his wicked desires rather quickly.

"Seok," you whispered softly, "we don't have condoms."

Hoseok sighed wistfully, head flopping on the pillow as his thumb gently circled your hip, "Shit I forgot to bring them. We don't have to, 's not safe if we do it without one." He mumbled out, eyes closed as he tried to stave off his arousal, cock throbbing in your hand miserably.

You bit your lip and softly whispered in his ear, "I got an idea." This had definitely gotten his attention as he opened his eyes to give you a curious look. What could possibly be an alternative to sex?

Slowly you peeled the blankets off, shimmying out of your shorts and panties. You tapped his thigh, as if you were asking him to take his sweatpants off. Hoseok quickly got the memo and slipped his sweats down, kicking them off, "C'mon baby, bring that ass over here."

You giggled quietly moving to straddle him, backing your hips back until your pussy hovered over his mouth. You reached for his cock, slowly pumping it and smearing pre-cum all over it. As you did this Hoseok yanked your hips down, tongue rolling out to lap at your pussy. He zeroed in on your clit, swirling his tongue over it in slow circles.

"God–Seok." You moaned out.

Seconds later you leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, tongue poking and teasing his slit. Hoseok released a low groan, hands coming up to grip your ass cheeks whilst smothered his face with your cunt. Your hand stroked the rest of his cock, twisting around the shaft and squeezing firmly.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly and teasing the soft bud between his teeth. A surprised mewl left you, thighs quivering and hips slowly grinding against his face. You realized how loud you were getting and decided to stuff his cock down your throat to shut yourself up. It was Hoseok's turn to moan loudly as you swallowed his cock whole, leaving no part of him uncovered.

"Shit baby, you're making it so hard not to fuck you into next week." He panted out, stroking your ass and squeezing the jiggly flesh in his hands, "Yeah, just like that." He swallowed thickly, head rolling back on to the pillow as he bit his lip.

You choked around his cock, eyes tearing up as your gag reflex kicked in. Slowly you pulled away with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You used your saliva to stroke his cock quickly, tongue coming out to lap at the tip slowly. Soft squelching noises filled the air alongside Hoseok's low moans and grunts.

He went back to lapping at your clit, finger coming up to prod at your slicked up hole. Slowly he slipped it inside, curling it just right to aim for your g-spot. You bit your lip to suppress the lewd moan that would escape. Your mouth fell open at a particular stroke of his finger and lick at your clit. It felt heavenly, making your thighs quiver again.

"Right there," you moaned, hips grinding against his face.

You leaned back down to quickly take him into your mouth, bobbing your head at a steady pace. Soft slurping noises came from you, your hand slowly inching down to gently fondle his balls. Hoseok slipped another finger inside of you, groan muffled and hips slowly bucking upwards.

The two of you forgot about the whole 'staying quiet' deal as your moans filled the room up. You were basically riding his face by now, Hoseok's hips canting upwards in return. The filthy wet noises that came from you two louder as well. You pulled back, a broken whimper leaving your lips as your pussy tightened around his fingers.

"Seok," you arched your back, "I'm gonna cum."

Hoseok breathed harshly through his nose, free hand spanking your ass as he doubled his efforts. His fingers pistoned in and out of you quickly, each thrust hitting your g-spot dead on. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, movements halting as the pleasure crashed through you.

"Oh god!" You squealed, hips lifting off of Hoseok's face.

Your body shuddered, forehead resting on his thigh as you came hard. Hoseok slurped at your slick as he eased his wet fingers out, moaning at the taste. His hard cock twitched again, bringing you out of your orgasmic state and going back down. Your eyes closed, head bobbing slowly as you stroked his cock at the same time.

Hoseok's head fell against the pillow with a grunt, "Fuck, keep going baby I'm gonna cum." He panted, "Fuckkkkkkkk," he grit his teeth as his hips bucked.

You doubled your efforts, mouth sucking harshly at his cock and tongue flat against the tip. Hoseok let out a loud curse when you had moaned against his cock. He throbbed in your mouth, stomach contracting when you delivered a few more harsh sucks.

"y/n," he grit his teeth, hips bucking faster as you sucked the life out of him, "Oh god yes baby," his back arched a little, cum spurting out as he came in your mouth. You happily slurped his cum up, getting a little messy as you bobbed your head.

Hoseok groaned, hips jumping as he attempted to stop you, "No more," he breathed out, body relaxed.

+

You would have thought that hooking up in your friend's home would teach you something but apparently you learned nothing. Now it was Hoseok's dorm. He had promised the guys were all out doing their own thing but you couldn't help the uneasy feeling you felt. What if you got walked in on? Then what?

"Seok pass me the remote I wanna put something on." You softly mumbled as you sat up, hair a bit messy from how he had grabbed it during your make-out session. "C'mon please," you whined.

Hoseok chuckled quietly, "Yeah, yeah. Here," he held the remote out to you, hair combed back. He was lounging next to you wearing nothing but his boxers and chain around his neck. "So what are we watching?" He piped up, hand coming down to gently stroke your hip with his thumb.

You didn't answer at first, mindlessly humming as your scrolled through many shows. "There's this anime.. it's called—uhh it's called Attack on Titan, pretty good stuff." You mumbled, eyes trained on the tv screen as you felt Hoseok wrap his arms around you, "Hold on lemme just–" you cut off with a tiny whine when Hoseok pulled you down.

He had you laid against him, arms around you as he pressed kisses down your neck to your shoulder. "Don't mind me, just put it on.." he murmured softly.

"But you're not even watching it." You huffed angrily, remote tossed on the bed as the first episode began to play, "Just gonna have your way with me aren't you?"

Hoseok pulled back with a breathy chuckle, "How'd you know?" He teased softly, "Here, lay on your stomach and watch your show, I'm gonna have my own fun." He kissed your ear, hands slowly running down to your ass.

There was no use in stopping Hoseok now, you just sighed and brought a pillow with you. He guided you down to the foot of the bed where you laid on your stomach, pillow under your chest and ass raised. "Seok," you mumbled while watching the intro to the show, "want them off–yeah take it off."

Hoseok was already slipping your shorts off, dragging your panties down with them. "Fucking sexy," he grunted slapping one of your cheeks, watching the way it bounced afterwards. He played with your plush ass cheek, jiggling it in his hands, "Spread them for me baby, gonna fuck you real nice." He crooned softly.

Obediently you spread your legs apart, knees hoisting your lower half up was your back arched just right. You put your chin down on the pillow, puppy eyes staring at the tv screen. Hoseok licked his lips slowly, the sight in front of him making his cock throb. "Look at you," he cooed softly, palm on your ass as he stroked it, "every part of you is just so pretty, from your perky tits to your fat ass."

Hoseok slowly peeled his boxers down, flinging them out to the side of the bed as he positioned himself behind you. "C'mere sweetheart, bring that ass back." He muttered, hand stroking his cock slowly as he hissed from the relief he got. "Good girl, raise your hips–yeah, that's it."

You quietly sighed when the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. You buried your face in your arms, breathe coming out in huffs as your hips twitched. You could feel the tip of his cock spreading your wetness and pre-cum around, creating this soft squelching noise. Clearly he liked the sound of that.

"Needy girl," he quietly grunted, cock pressing more firmly as he rubbed himself up and down, "you hear that? Pussy's all wet for me, you want my cock inside sweetheart? Hm?" He bit his lip, hand moving faster.

Your mouth fell open, eyes falling shut as you shuddered, "Yes–god yes Seok, need you in me." You wiggled your ass against him, slowly pushing back against his pelvis. His cock slowly slid between the two of you, pussy lips fully encasing the shaft as the tip peeked out of your mound.

Hoseok smacked your ass harshly, "You think you deserve it? Only good girls get rewarded, not greedy little sluts like you... lucky your pussy so good to me." He muttered while rocking his hips back and forth, just enjoying the wet slide between your legs.

"Fuck me," you whined, head rising up to look back at him, "inside, need your cock inside of me." You softly whispered, hips slowly swirling around and trying to catch his cock, wanting him to slide in you. "Don't even want a condom.." You mumbled.

He was taken by your bold statement, the two of you had only done it raw once and that was because you both had gotten drunk. Needless to say you both vowed not to do it because you couldn't count on going out to buy after-pills. It was as if the topic of raw fucking was taboo between you two.

Hoseok put his hand on your head, slowly pushing you down into the pillow as he rolled his hips, "Fuck you sure? I'm down," he breathed out, "don't want this to be something you end up regretting."

"I'm sure Seok," you cutely mumbled, "just put it in, please." You then turned to hide your face in the pillow, hands reaching behind you to spread your ass for him, pussy on display.

"Okay baby," he breathed out, hand taking a hold of his cock and guiding it to your slicked up hole, "fuck you're so fucking sexy, let me in baby, spread your pretty out for me." He sucked in a breath, slowly pushing forward.

A lewd moan escaped you, eyes rolling back as his cock slowly stretched you open. "Oh god yes," you whimpered, "so fucking big."

Hoseok's moan was ragged and filthy, hand coming down to hold your hip whilst his other held you down. He leaned over your body, chain dangling as he slowly bottomed out in you. "Yeah? Love my cock don't you? Fills you up so good doesn't it sweetheart?" He purred.

"Yes," you mewled, "love it Seok." You closed your eyes and relaxed on the bed. Your clit throbbed from lack of stimulation but there wasn't much you could do. Your body was pinned down to the bed, hips raised as Hoseok used you.

"Greedy slut." Hoseok began to roll his hips into you, low moans and hisses leaving him.

He watched the way your ass rippled against his pelvis each time he thrusted into you. He was so mesmerized by it, keeping his eyes down on your ass as his cock disappeared in you. Soft ragged pants and groans left him as he sped up, hips slamming into you viciously.

You cried out, clearly caught off guard as your body went loose. Your toes curled, ass slapping harshly against his hips with each thrust. The show was nothing but background noise, the sound of your coupling much louder than the tv. His balls were slapping against your clit, causing a pleasurable sting for you.

"Oh–fuck yes–so good," you moaned out, eyes closed and mouth open.

"God you're so fucking tight," Hoseok slammed into you harder and faster. His chain was now swinging back and forth wildly over your head, something that had you clenching tightly. "Oh you like that don't you?"

You whimpered loudly, nodding to his question as you leaned your head back. "H-Hoseok."

He grunted quietly and reached down to hold your ass as he shoved himself in and out of you. Loud slapping noises filled the room, your cries getting louder and the bed rocking alongside his movements. Hoseok was moaning uncontrollably at this point, lips parted and eyebrows pinched in concentration as he watched the way your ass rippled.

Neither of you registered the sound of the front door opening on time. Your eyes widened and you frantically pushed at Hoseok's hip. "Seok!" You whisper-shouted, "Someone's here."

Hoseok didn't look alarmed, in fact he didn't care if someone ever found out about you. He just didn't want anyone ruining the moment. "Hold on," he breathed out harshly, head lolling back as he tried to calm down from the hot and heavy moment. "C'mere." He whispered whilst pulling out of your spent pussy.

You bit your lip, cunt throbbing from the emptiness you felt. Slowly he guided you down to the bed where he rolled the sheets over you both, turning his tv off and letting the room go dark. "Shh baby, just be quiet okay?" He gently slid his arm around your waist, hoisting it up as he slipped his cock back inside.

"Seok.." you moaned quietly, face coming up to hide in his neck.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet.. or else I'll have to gag you." Hoseok warned softly, hips beginning to roll slowly.

The voices grew louder, it sounded like Jungkook... and a girl? You didn't pay too much mind to it, in fact you were more worried about being walked in on. You shakily whimpered, pussy pulsing around Hoseok's cock, "Fuck, right there I'm so close." You whispered in his ear.

"Cum for me baby." Hoseok shakily murmured, hips moving faster. He didn't fully bottom out since he wanted to avoid making the sounds of your skin slapping.

Your legs spread wider slowly, mouth falling open in breathless moans as your body shuddered. You reached down to rub at your clit in tight circles, the pleasure was mounting higher and higher. You could feel your thighs shake and toes curl, orgasm dangerously close. Hoseok buried his face in the pillow next to you, moans and grunts leaving him as he held you closer to his body.

"Shit, go on baby cum for me let me feel you." Hoseok gasped softly, mouth sucking on your neck and leaving marks.

Your back arched a little as you whined loudly, completely forgetting about Jungkook and his guest. The orgasm caught you off guard as you gripped Hoseok tightly against you. Soft whispers of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ fell from your lips, it felt heavenly to feel his cock bare against your walls.

Hoseok hissed quietly when he felt your cunt clench down on his cock, “Fuck yes,” he brought you in for a passionate kiss as he jabbed into your body hard.

A surprised cry left you, body moving as his hips slapped into yours roughly. He pinned you down on the bed, quiet creaking noises filling the room as he chased his own orgasm. Quite frankly your orgasm has taken the life out of you, leaving your body boneless. You weren’t expecting Jungkook and said girl to walk in.

“Shh..” Jungkook whispered, “Hoseok’s probably asleep right now.” Clearly he was unaware of the dull bed thumping and sheets ruffling.

“Just hurry and get the lighter,” the girl muttered back, not interested in the obvious lump on the bed.

You were frozen in place, Hoseok’s hips slowing down to subtle grinds as his cock began to throb. You watched him hide his face in your neck, shuddering as he came hard inside of you. “Oh shit… oh fuck..” he whispered to you, body slumping and hips just lightly moving.

The two of you stayed still, not making a peep as Jungkook rummaged through the room for his lighter. Your heart was beating rapidly, breaths coming out in short soft huffs. Your hands came up to gently stroke his hair, enjoying the waves of soothing pleasure.

Hoseok sighed quietly, eyes closed as he relaxed, “That fucking idiot needs to hurry up. It’s hot as hell in here.” He grumbled, making you laugh quietly, “Never again,”

“Can’t believe you came from him walking in,” you teased quietly, the two of you bickering back and forth with one another.

♡

yoongi in glasses is a deadly combo ♡

UNEXPECTED NEWS!

Synopsis: Pregnant with your first child, how do you plan on dropping the news to your husband?

Genre: married au! KUWTB!

Warnings: whole lotta fluff.. cussing, mentions of sex, playful banter, found family… just fucking fluff bye.

a/n: well long awaited drabble.. I honestly adore all of them so much… Jungkook and oc were being extra cutesy (they usually play fighting all the time) in this.. enjoy🤍 ps I’m high as fuck so ignore all mistakes.

ask! KUWTB💌

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Your best friend whispers, Eunbi stares at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

You had been feeling weird these past few days, from your emotions being all over the place to throwing up whenever you ate something. Jungkook was worried about what was wrong, but you just told him that you were on your period, which was a lie since you hadn’t had it in some time now.

So, here you are, sitting against the wall in the bathroom of Eunbi’s house with a positive pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m going to be an auntie!” Eunbi dances in front of you, her blonde hair coming undone from her bun.

“Oh my god, I’m pregnant.” It finally clicks in your brain that a small human is forming in your belly at this very moment, tears start streaming down your face.

You and Jungkook have been married for five years now. When you first got married, you both said you would enjoy your marriage and have fun. And that’s exactly what you did; you traveled a lot, went out to parties until five in the morning, did spontaneous stuff all the time.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eunbi rushes to your side, kneeling down in front of you, lifting your face up. “Are these happy tears or sad tears?” She asks, her thumbs wiping your tears away, ruining your makeup.

“Both.” You sniffle, your eyes finally meeting her hazel eyes.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eunbi asks slowly, trying to read your expression.

Eunbi has been your best friend since college days; she was your dorm roommate. You both majored in the same thing, meaning you guys had almost every class together.

“It’s just that..” you pout, as the tears continue to fall.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy. But Kook and I haven’t talked about having a baby anytime soon. I don’t know how he’ll react.” You explain, as Eunbi only nods her head.

“Y/n, that man loves you so much, it’s even absurd what he would do for you. Knowing him, he would literally jump off a cliff for you. I don’t think he’ll react badly, but if he does, I’ll have the guys throw him off the cliff. Anyways, he loves you a lot with a baby or without a baby.” Eunbi says, helping you stand up before hugging.

“How do you think I should tell him?” You sniffle, as Eunbi chuckles, letting go of you.

“Pregnancy reveal plan in the making!” Eunbi says.

“And can we get out of here, this is where Yoongi takes his shits, it kinda smells bad,” Eunbi scrambles to the door, which has you laughing, following her lead out of the bathroom.

…

It’s been two days since you found out you were pregnant, but you haven’t told Jungkook anything yet. Eunbi and you planned a way of telling him the day you found out, so here you are, nervous as hell in Jungkook's car, trying to calm your nerves.

After a couple of minutes, you step out of the car with your shoulder bag and some shopping bags. You lock the car behind you and make your way to the main door.

“Hi baby, how did it go?” Your husband greets you the minute you walk in from the couch. “What did you buy?” Jungkook pauses the show he was just watching, putting all his attention on you, making grabby hands for you to go to him.

“Want a haul?” You giggle, making your way to him who pats his lap for you to sit on, which you do after dropping the bags beside him.

“Better have used my card,” he gives you a glare which you only roll your eyes playfully, reaching for your Prada bag before pulling out his black card and handing it to him. “Keep it, you use it more than me,” waves you off, giving your neck a wet kiss.

“Did the girls not go? I was on the phone with Taehyung, and he said Ari was making dinner.” Jungkook gives your thigh a squeeze, helping you adjust in his lap. “Ari said she was really busy with work, and Lora was taking care of Jiho since Jin is working.” You explain, running your fingers through his messy curls.

“You went by yourself? I could’ve gone with you, baby.” Jungkook pouts at you, which you shake your head with a smile. “Eunbi went with me, plus you had work,” You squeeze his cheeks.

“Tsk, I missed you,” He smiles, pulling your face closer to his before connecting his lips to yours. Your eyes immediately flutter closed, mirroring his smile against your lips.

“I have to show you something.” You bring up, your stomach doing a turn. “Show me,” He smiles, patting your thigh, before you climb off his lap, reaching for the shopping bags.

“Are you going to give me a haul?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you, which you only wink back as a response.

“So, I got a lot of makeup,” you say, showing him every product you got, which he listened to carefully even though he had no clue what half of the stuff you bought is used for. “I got us these, so we can all match,” you pull out the biggest Nike shoe box first, passing it to your husband.

“These are sick as fuck,” Jungkook holds up the black and white high tops. “Let me see yours.” He motions to the other box in the bag; you hand him your shoe box. Instead of high tops, they’re low instead.

“Super cute, they match your outfit right now,” He says about your pink long sleeve bodysuit. “They do, don't they,” You say, cracking your fingers nervously to show him the much smaller box in the bag.

“Oh, who’s this one for?” Jungkook reached for the small box, opening it to be met with tiny matching shoes. “Are these for Jiho? I don’t think they would fit him,” Your husband brings up the only child in the family as he holds the tiny shoe in his palm.

“They’re not for Jiho..” You nervously say, as you dig into your bag, pulling out the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Jungkook's mouth hangs open as he stares at your teary eyes. You shake your head, tears start falling down your eyes watching your husband that’s stuck in place with wide eyes.

“I’m going to pass out, baby, are you serious?” Jungkook's face scrunches up as tears fill his eyes, “baby, you’re pregnant?” He drops the shoes and moves closer to you, his hands holding your face waiting for you to say something.

“Yes, I’m pregnant,” You sniffle with a smile, reaching to wipe your husband's tears. Before you know it, he jumps up, fist bumps the air, and starts screaming.

“Fuck yes!” He shouts to the air as he runs around the house as you burst out laughing, “I’m going to be a dad, oh my fucking god!” He runs back to pick you up from the carpet, smashing his lips on yours, spinning around.

“You’re going to be a mommy, you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” Jungkook says between each kiss he leaves all over your face, making you giggle. You felt stupid for even worrying in the first place how he would react.

“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Jungkook sets you down, “Baby, it’s been two days since I found out,” You say,

“You knew for two days and you didn’t tell me?” He gasps dramatically, “I was thinking about how to tell you,” you reassure him, which he only nods, giving you a big fat kiss.

“Do you think it’s too soon to buy his crib right now?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically.

“Jeon..” you give him a look, “yes it’s too early and don’t call it ‘he,’ we don’t know what it might be,” you say, before getting on your tiptoes, leaving a kiss on his lips, leaving him in the living room making your way to the kitchen.

“You just called him and ‘it,’ that's so much worse!” Jungkook argues, following behind you.

…

“Your handwriting is shit, to say the least,” you say as your husband writes on the small index card. “You have a way to flirt with me, baby, thank you so much, I love you too,” he says as he glares up at you before returning to writing on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll open the cookies?” You pop your hip out, watching your husband. “You know they only come to our house for the cookies, right? They don’t give a fuck about us,” Jungkook bites a laugh as you pout. “Well, now I don’t want to tell them shit,” you joke, staring at the words on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll understand that? They’re a little slow,” Jungkook wraps his hand over your shoulder, messing up your perfectly curled hair. “Um, they'll figure it out, they got a Joonie to help them,” you shrug before stealing a cookie from the packet and running off.

“I’m so hungry,” Lora says, her hand on her stomach as if that would silence the growling happening inside.

“There are cookies on the counter,” you point to the kitchen, which Jungkook smirks at you.

With that, everyone stands up, dashing to the kitchen, acting like they never had a cookie in their life. You truly had no idea how all of you became obsessed with chocolate chip cookies; all of your guys' houses have a bunch of packages lying everywhere to eat. It was common and normal for all of you; for others, it might seem bizarre seeing grown adults fight over cookies.

“I swear cookies taste so much better in Kook's house,” Jimin rants as he watches Hoseok open the bag, stopping in his tracks as he reads the note. Lora and Ari try reaching in for a cookie, completely ignoring the note but getting swatted away by Namjoon.

“Y/n is pregnant!” Namjoon shouts, which sends everyone's mouths hanging open. “You’re fucking joking!” Seokjin gasps as he runs towards you and Jungkook, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Oh my god, they really got down to business,” Taehyung says, getting a swat from Lora who’s glaring at him before pointing her eyes at Jiho beside her. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get the note?” Jimin says as he reads the card, as everyone congratulates and hugs you and Jungkook.

“Eat up, mommy Y/n doesn’t want to be the only one with a belly, love baby!” Jimin reads the card, holding it up in the air after he’s done reading it.

“I told you someone was not going to know what it meant,” Jungkook whispers into your ear, only for you to hear, which makes you chuckle under your breath.

“You’re just mad I had to explain it to you,” you whisper back, which gets you a kiss on your cheek.

Jungkook is your own personal weighted blanket. His favorite cuddling position is on top of you with his head on your chest and arms around your waist. Chills will run down his spine when you decide to play with his hair. Its his own personal heaven to be wrapped in your arms and perfume.

Yoongi isn't big on cuddling. But he will never say no. His favorite is sitting next to each other, your head on his shoulder and hand in his. Maybe a leg thrown over his lap as you watch a movie together. He'll be the first to pull a blanket over the two of you.

Namjoon loves you in his lap. Your legs in his lap and head under his chin. One hand is around your waist as he reads or works on something and you do your thing. His fingers drumming beats against your side or moving up and down your skin. He loves you close and just wants to hold you.

Jimin loves to hold you on his chest. While Jungkook loves laying on you, Jimin wants you to lay on him. He wants your head on his chest and leg over his hip. He is shameless enough to physically move you so that you are on top of him if you aren't already. He just wants to hold you close to him always.

Hoseok loves when you put your head in his lap. He loves to play with your hair. Run his fingers through the strands, maybe braid it if you let him. He will brush it back from your face so he can place a kiss to your temple. He honestly spends more time focusing on you and your features than the show that you had put on for you two to watch together.

Taehyung is not happy unless you are completely tangled up in each other as you cuddle. He wants to be completely engulfed in the very essence that makes up you when you're in each others arms. He'll make your legs tangled together, bring you flush to him, hands playing with yours. He's also one to bury his head in your hair just to smell your shampoo and to fully cement that you're there with him.

Jin is similar to Yoongi. He likes you held to his side. His arm will almost always be around your waist or shoulders. His head will lean against yours and he will pull both legs into his lap. He also loves when you sit between your legs and let him play with your hair. Let him brush it and braid it. He will put it in crazy styles and ponytails, but he will always take the time to take it out and brush out the tangles that he caused from the styles.

just sit pretty | jjk & myg

synopsis: jungkook's hands are wandering all over your body while yoongi is asleep on your couch. can you fulfill your desires without waking him up?

p: jungkook x reader x yoongi

wc: 4.1k of gratuitous smut

genre/rating/au: 18+ | threesome, est. rel. au (jjk) | smut, slight crack

warnings: *cracks knuckles* okay, here we go: pwp, reverse cowgirl, idk if this counts as public sex but it’s in front of a sleeping person, exhibitionism, alcohol mention, breast play, cockwarming, unprotected sex, dry humping, dirty talk (jk is kinda mean), thigh job, pussy slapping, name calling :), orgasm delay, fingering, oral (m receiving), clothed sex, hair pulling, throat fucking, handjob, face slapping, breath play (asphixiation), tit slapping, messy sex, there’s a lot of spit?, hand kink, caught having sex... i think that's it

a/n: uhh... happy new years! merry christmas! surprise! to all my yoonkook whores out there, this is my extremely belated chrimbo present to you.

posted: jan 8th, 2022

m. list | ao3

There's really nothing better than cuddling up with your boyfriend while it's heavily snowing outside.

You’re currently wrapped up under the weight of a large white blanket, with your head tucked neatly under Jungkook’s chin as the two of you watch a documentary, the soft glow of the TV washing the room with whites and golds. Your eyelids are heavy, sleep whispering in your ear as you feel both your heartbeats melting into one.

It would have been a picturesque scene, romantic even, if it weren't for the fact that there's a certain older man that's taking all the space on your couch, banishing you and Jungkook to the small recliner in the corner.

For some reason unknown to you, Yoongi insisted on staying over at you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment despite living only a few more minutes down the road. And although you tried sending signals to Jungkook that you don’t want Yoongi in your apartment, your tender-hearted boyfriend doesn’t have the heart to deny the elder's request.

All things considered, the closeness isn’t so bad. The combination of the smell of Jungkook’s aftershave and his long fingers drawing absentminded shapes on your thighs has you sighing contently into his shoulder. Coupled with the large amount of boozy eggnog you consumed at Hoseok’s new year's party, you’re positive you’re slipping towards the best sleep of your life; feeling safe, warm, and secure in his arms.

That is until Jungkook’s hand creeps closer towards the hem of your shorts; the baggy ones you stole from his wardrobe that provides ample space for his large hand to slip into the pant leg. You look up to see if it's a mistake, your heart thrumming a bit quicker in hopes that it isn't. Jungkook stares straight ahead, barely glancing down at you, and you scoot closer to place a small kiss on his neck.

But then he does it again.

This time, when your eyes slide over to his face, Jungkook can't hide the small, mischievous smile. You're about to say something when he silences you with a glance. He juts his chin to the TV, a silent prompt for you to keep your eyes straight ahead.

Even though you're prepared for the next contact, it's hard to keep your moans to yourself when he drags his knuckle over your clothed slit. His finger goes up and down; from your clit to your entrance, and back again. Your body responds to his touch; your spine locking in place as the world blurs around you.

"Jungkook," you whimper faintly.

You spot the tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as his hand stills, head whipping towards the couch.

You follow his gaze to find that Yoongi's still asleep.

Jungkook adjusts your seating so that your back lies flushed against his chest. He dips his head to nip at the shell of your ear before whispering, “Shhh. We don’t want to wake our guest up. Try to be quiet, yeah?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod.

Jungkook lifts the hem of your shirt and pulls the cups of your bra down. He squeezes your tits together as his thumbs circle and roll your hardening nipples. His lips make their way to your neck, just at the base of your hairline, where they attach themselves on the tender skin. Your mind is set aflame at the languid way he paws and fondles your breasts.

Your boyfriend is pretending to be completely oblivious to the torture he’s set. You have to choke back a groan when Jungkook twists your nipples between his forefinger and your thumb, the strike of electricity causing your body to shudder. He repeats the action a few more times, rolling, pinching, tugging, turning you more and more putty in his hands. Jungkook couldn’t care less about the way you squirm. He ignores the way your thighs press together or the way you’re biting back moan after moan as you're left completely at his mercy.

Every few seconds, your eyes trail to the sleeping figure to your right, and when you deem that Yoongi is still spending his time in dreamland, you allow yourself a small mewl of ecstasy.

“Can I make you cum with your tits, babe?” Jungkook whispers into your neck as he licks some of the marks he’s left behind.

“I don’t know… I don’t t-think so?” you respond. Yet when he tugs your nipples with such force that it has your back bending towards his palms, you feel lighting strike your spine, and for the first time that night, you moan loud enough that it causes Jungkook to remove his hand from under your shirt to clamp around your mouth.

After determining that Yoongi is still very much asleep, Jungkook forces his remaining hand underneath the waistband of your shorts and panties, discarding the garments onto the floor.

“What did I fucking say about being too loud, huh? Fucking Christ!” he growls as he thrusts two of his fingers inside until they hit the back of your throat.

Jungkook pinches your clit in punishment, and your back curves at the sharp pain. You can’t moan; can hardly breathe with his thick fingers crowding your mouth. He does it again, much harder than the last before slipping the tip of his pointer finger inside your hole, thrusting shallowly on purpose to miss the sensitive patch of nerves. Your hips try to chase after the lingering sensation, but his muscled forearm holds you in place, and you’re left squirming; helpless as he draws out your suffering.

“If only you listened to me earlier,” he tuts mockingly, giving the shell of your ear another harsh nip.

You whine in disappointment when Jungkook removes his finger from your cunt, but that earns you another harsh pinch, forcing you to swallow the curses that's threatening to bubble up. You're thrashing in his arms, frustrated at the lack of stimuli. You hear the muffled sound of a zipper opening, and Jungkook bucks his hips into your core as he slides his shorts down. Your eyes roll shut when he does it again.

The soft material of his boxers give you ample friction against your nub, and you grind together with his movements, soaking the fabric with your essence.

“That’s it, angel, just like that. Yeah,” Jungkook groans.

He begins to thrust his fingers into your mouth in a rhythm that matches the sway of your hips. The stimulation is driving you crazy, and the fact that Yoongi is right there and could wake up any second fills you with a carnal hunger that only makes you grind harder. Faster.

“Pretty angel. You wish it was my fat cock in your mouth, huh?” He pinches your tongue between his fingers. “Look at you slobbering over my hand… You're such a fucking mess.”

“J-Jungkook…” you whimper through your crowded mouth. “Empty…”

“What’s that, angel? What’s empty? Is it this cunt of yours?” Jungkook cups your core with his large hand, and begins to grind slow circles on your clit with the heel of his palm before tugging his cock out from its confines.

He taps the blunt head of his cock against your core. "Is this what you want?"

Despite having memorized it, you want nothing more than to see Jungkook’s thick length as he slides the head against your puffy lips. You slide your messy cunt over his shaft, and your head rolls back when the tip slips inside. That small burst of euphoria would explode in your brain, but Jungkook has other plans, and he always pulls out before you’re able to plunge him fully inside.

This little game that he’s playing is getting old, but with your mouth still full, you can’t make any requests aside from the short frustrated grunts of air as Jungkook, yet again, slips out from your pulsing walls.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Jungkook chuckles into your ear. “Aren’t you afraid that Yoongi might wake up?” Mercifully, he slips his fingers out of your mouth so you can speak.

“You started this,” you whine.

“And I can stop it too.”

After uttering those words, Jungkook stills completely. When you look back in dismay, he wears a cocky smile, his hands crossed in front of his clothed chest, with an eyebrow raised up in a challenge.

“Sup?” he asks mockingly with a tilt of his chin.

You say nothing as you stare into his eyes, annoyed that he's fucking with your right now. You squeeze your thighs together, surrounding his length with your warmth, but he doesn’t react; that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

Looks like you’re going to have to wipe that off yourself.

Keeping your eyes on him as best as you can, you prop your hands on the arms of the chair. Lifting your body slightly, you squeeze and unsqueeze your thighs around his length. The gasp from behind you is all you need to feel triumphant, your lips curving upwards into a victorious smirk. Yet it doesn’t last, because Jungkook, in his immeasurable strength, is able to hold you down and force your legs apart.

“Fine. Here’s the cock you fucking love so much.” He rasps the harsh words in your ear before he lifts you up by the thighs and buries his cock into you in one fluid motion.

Your body shudders at the sudden intrusion; your head lolling backwards onto his shoulder limply.

“So goddamn tight,” he hisses through his teeth. “Don't go passing out on me, you have a job to do.” Jungkook takes hold of your hand and brings it towards your clit. “Rub that pretty pussy for me until you cum.”

Underneath the blanket, you’re beginning to burn, its soft fabric scratchy against your sensitive skin. But you keep it on, afraid to expose your depravity to Yoongi, even if he’s still sound asleep. You glance towards the sleeping figure one more time while you move your fingers with uncertainty.

Is he really asleep? Can't he hear the soft pants that's spilling past your lips?

Jungkook pinches your nipples in warning. "Get on with it, angel."

At first, your fingers shake as you press ight circles on the sensitive nub, but you eventually find a good rhythm; your hips rocking into your palm.

“That’s it baby,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “I can feel you tightening up for me. It feels so fucking good.”

His own hands return to your tits, although his touch this time is much gentler. When you’re close to the peak, Jungkook demands that you speed up, replacing your fingers with his own as he tips you by the hair so he can watch every hint of bliss on your face.

Jungkook opens his mouth to mimic your own quiet moans. “Oh shit, so tight for me. God, I want to bend you over and fuck you until you scream.” Then he hisses as your walls pulse around him before delivering a spank on your clit. “What the fuck? Is that what you want? Oh, you filthy fucking bitch. Does the thought of being watched turn you on? Fine then,” his hand leaves you to rip the blanket away from your burning figure, “try not to scream.”

With both hands under your thigh, Jungkook pulls you up so that only the tip of his cock remains inside of you before forcing you back down. “Oh, fuuuck!” he groans with careless abandon. He uses your body like a rag doll, moving your hips for you as he sinks repeatedly into your heat.

“Shit… Jungkook…” It’s impossible to keep your voice down with Jungkook spearing inside of you. Your brain has turned to mush – hyperfocusing on just the pleasure between your thighs.

You twist towards Jungkook, catching him on the lips between raspy moans. You’re hot, sweaty, and your thighs are starting to ache, but you continue to chase that bliss like a madwoman, grunting at every drag of him inside.

“I’m close,” you whisper into his mouth.

“Good, fuck, me too,” Jungkook husks. He catches your tongue between your lips and sucks at the tender muscle. "Cum with me, baby. I can't wait to fill you up."

You moan dutifully in his mouth, caught in the dizzying sensation—

“What the fuck?”

You yelp as you scramble away from Jungkook. You pull the blanket off the floor to cover yourself, even though you know it’s too late. Yoongi definitely saw everything, although right now, he seems to find your beige-coloured walls to be suddenly interesting.

The seconds seem to tick by slowly. Ugh. This was precisely why you didn’t want anyone to sleep over in your shared apartment. How the fuck are you going to get out of this mess?

Jungkook has the gall to look sheepish, flashing the older man a cute smile that shows off his dimples. “Sorry, I was horny, and she’s so soft, yknow?”

“You couldn’t have, I don’t know, moved to the bedroom?” Yoongi asks, appalled.

You’re about to apologize to save your modesty when Jungkook scoffs behind you, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on! This is our apartment, we can fuck wherever and whenever we want.”

Yoongi drags his palm over his beet-red face, still refusing to look at the two of you. “That doesn’t mean the living room where there’s a fucking guest sleeping not even a foot away, asshole!”

“For the record, you’re the one intruding,” you huff.

“Yeah! So, it’s technically your fault,” Jungkook chimes in, and squeezes you against his chest. “Feel free to leave, by the way, the door is that way.”

The silence lingers. Yoongi’s fidgeting; he’s crossing and uncrossing his legs. It's then that you wonder why he hasn't gotten up to leave, but you quickly find your answer when your eyes fall past the black turtleneck that shows off his built chest, and onto his lap.

You're about to say something when Jungkook cuts you off, muttering curtly, “Ugh, whatever. If you don’t mind, I have to give my girlfriend a mindblowing orgasm. You can leave or you can join us.”

“Jungkook!” You and Yoongi shout in unison, but for very different reasons.

He rips the blanket away from you and continues his pace as though Yoongi didn’t just interrupt you and he isn’t now watching you fuck. You’re having a hard time feeling embarrassed, because it’s been replaced with relief. Now, you can moan however loud you want without the risk of waking up another human being.

You slide your eyes towards Yoongi, and to your surprise, you find his eyes already on you. His adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. You peel Jungkook’s hand away from your hip, and place his fingers in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you coat the digits with your spit, and you groan audibly when Jungkook pushes them further inside.

“Shit.” Yoongi swallows again, still full of hesitancy.

Jungkook responds with a breathy chuckle. “How about you replace my fingers? I don’t think my girl will be satisfied if you don’t join in on the fun.”

You moan in agreement, fluttering your eyelids for added effect.

With an audible groan, Yoongi stands from the couch. On his way to approach you, he strips himself off his pants and boxers, showing off his impressive length. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his cock in your mouth. He's thicker than Jungkook, but not as long. You want to lick the veins that decorate his shaft, all the way down to his balls. Yoongi's cock twitches as you ogle openly, but what comes out of his mouth is–

“A-Are you sure this is cool?”

“Fuck, Yoongi, just stick your dick in her already,” Jungkook groans.

You find this sort of hilarious – how the normally stoic Yoongi can be rendered so speechless. You know better than anyone that your boyfriend has a one-track mind. Right now, Jungkook is hardly paying attention to what's happening because he’s too busy chasing his own high. He couldn't care less whether Yoongi fucks you, but you secretly hope that the older man doesn't just pull up his pants and bail.

Your whine signifies to Jungkook that Yoongi isn't doing anything yet. With a click of his tongue in annoyance, he sits up and pries your mouth open by hooking his fingers into your cheeks, pulling your mouth apart. “Fucking hurry up! She's getting distracted with you just standing there.”

That's all the encouragement Yoongi needs to pull your head down so he can sink himself inside. Your lips are straining to enclose around his shaft, the sheer girth making it almost impossible for you to breathe.

“Okay, baby, you good to continue, right?” Jungkook asks, but he doesn’t wait for your response before he resumes his punishing pace.

Since Yoongi isn’t intent on moving, you grab him by the hips as you match your boyfriend’s rhythm. You take him the best that you could, plunging him past your pillowy lips and down your throat, and you’re rewarded with a loud groan of your name.

Finally, it seems like Yoongi’s letting go of his restraints. He grabs fistfuls of your hair as he pounds your throat.

“How does my favourite fuck toy feel?” Jungkook snickers as he pushes your head onto Yoongi's dick. "Her throat is god-sent, right?"

Yoongi’s completely lost in bliss – his mouth slightly open to pant softly. “Shit – so fucking good.”

“And my baby? Feeling good?” Jungkook asks you as he bends down to kiss your shoulder.

“Mmmh!” you moan around Yoongi’s length in affirmation.

“Gonna need you to be louder, sweetheart,” Jungkook clicks his tongue.

A sharp slap resounds in the air as Jungkook slaps your clit again, and this time, you keen louder, your eyes screwing shut when he soothes the sting with his fingers. “That’s beautiful. God, I can listen to you scream all day. Keep singing for us, angel.”

Without any prior warning, Yoongi strikes you across the cheek. Not hard enough that it hurts, but it does leave you stunned momentarily. “You’re getting distracted. Just because your boyfriend is fucking you, doesn’t mean you can forget who’s controlling your breathing.”

Was this Yoongi’s true colours all along? You can’t say you’re surprised, but it is welcomed for sure. His threat shoots straight down your core, causing you to gush out spurts of liquid onto the upholstery. You tear yourself away from Yoongi’s cock to groan; the long-overdue orgasm is about to crest over you. But the older man tightens his grip on your head to bring you back, and this time, his pretty hand wraps itself around your throat, his thumb pressing on your pulse point.

“You really can’t fucking listen to simple directions, huh? Don’t think you get to cum without us, bitch.” Yoongi growls.

Jungkook chuckles. “That’s what you get for being distracted, angel.” His large hands return to your tits, pinching and twisting the nipples before he delivers a firm slap on your mounds. “Oooh, yes, tighten up more for me… fuck.”

“Mmh!” you cry. You pop Yoongi’s cock out of your mouth to give your jaw a break, your hand replacing your mouth’s movements. With your eyes firmly on his, you lean forward to lick his balls, groaning at the taste that coats your tongue. You give each of them your undivided attention, popping one in your mouth to coat them in spit, all the while bouncing on Jungkook's cock.

“Taste good?” Yoongi chuckles while patting your head. It’s an endearing motion, and you happily nod along, a drunken smile plastered on your face. “Oh, I bet you taste good too. Stick your tongue out, angel.”

You straighten up as best you can, pushing the wet muscle past your lips. Yoongi bends down to grab your face with his large hand, tipping your chin up so he has better access to your face. He clamps his lips around your tongue and sucks, a heady groan sounding in the back of his throat.

“Oi, keep shaking your ass, baby. Don’t forget who’s making you cum tonight,” Jungkook grunts. He digs his fingers into your ass to remind you, as though it’s easy for you to forget the large cock that’s spearing inside of you.

You giggle, parting from Yoongi's lips to resume jacking him off, while you turn back to face your boyfriend. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re jealous over a little kiss. You know I only love you.” You punctuate your words by clenching your walls, earning you a loud, throaty moan from the raven-haired boy.

“You say that, but you look so happy when I fuck your throat. I would argue that you just love cocks,” Yoongi sneers, maneuvering you to face him again. You open your mouth obediently when the tip of his cock taps your lips. When he sinks in, he hisses, though there’s a satisfied smirk on his face when your eyes fill with tears. “God… if only you could see yourself right now.”

You hum in satisfaction at the compliment. It’s a miracle enough to have one very attractive man fucking you… but two? You’re in euphoria; tuned into your deepest, most carnal desires. You let both men use you to their satisfaction, and it isn’t long before both their thrusts become erratic, hips stuttering as their high reaches its peak.

Sweat slicks your back as you chase after your own elusive ember. Twice now you’ve gone to the brink of bliss, only to be pulled away. If it happens again, you’re not sure you’d stay sane. With determination, you slam your hips on Jungkook’s cock, and your hand comes up to help stroke Yoongi along until both men are left panting and groaning.

“Shiiit, fuck!” Jungkook swears, tightening his grip on your hips as he matches your rhythm. He snakes his hand in between your legs, rubbing your forgotten clit to aid you along.

“Eager to be painted in cum, aren’t you?” Yoongi’s breathless – his words coming out laboured as his hips stutter. “Fuck – ah… Swallow it all, baby. I wanna see you drink me in.”

Yoongi plunges deep into your throat, holding your head with his large hand as you choke around him. You can hardly breathe with your nose pressed into his dark curls, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the world spins due to the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck –“ he manages to utter as you’re forced to swallow his seed. When he finishes emptying himself inside of you, you open your mouth wide to show him your efforts.

"Good girl," Yoongi praises, pressing his lips on the tops of your head. "Now you can focus on getting your boyfriend to cum."

As Yoongi collapses on the floor, you bring your attention to Jungkook. You clench your walls so they constrict around him – milking him until he comes undone with a loud groan, body shaking as he paints your insides in white.

“Oh my god, baby, I’m cumming. I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum—ahhh…” Jungkook grunts, driving his cock deep into your pussy.

It's the edge you need to crumble into pleasure. Your body burns white hot; stars dancing across your vision. "C-Cumming!" you yelp, and you too, shiver with pleasure, spine locking up and toes curling while the waves slam against your battered body.

“Shit – Jungkook, Jungkook… fuck… no more. No more!” you wail when your boyfriend keeps thrusting inside. You’re sweaty and sore, used past the point where you can no longer feel your legs.

You collapse back onto Jungkook’s chest, your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings into your lips as he kisses you languidly. His softening cock slips out of you, bringing with it a glob of your mixed juices that drip onto his leg, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care, too focused on basking in the glow of an orgasm.

Yoongi’s faring no better. His legs can't seem to support his weight. So he lies sprawled on the floor, breathing hard with an arm draped over his eyes.

“I just want to say, this was not what I had in mind when I asked if I could crash at your place tonight,” Yoongi says as he huffs out a chuckle.

“To be fair,” you murmur, sitting up to grab a few tissues from the small table next to you. “Jungkook started it.”

“Yeah,” your boyfriend laughs as he wraps his arms around you. Jungkook pecks at your cheek before settling his head on your shoulder. “And you get to reap the benefits too. We did all the hard work while you sat there and looked pretty.”

You kiss Jungkook’s temple with a smile, just above his piercing. “How about next time I do all the work while you boys lie down?”

Yoongi perks up at this, sitting up to gape at you. “There’s a next time?”

Two pairs of eager eyes stare at you as you stand to stretch out the cramps from sitting too long. With a sly grin at the two of them, you wink, "Only if I get to 'just sit there and look pretty'."

moon's notes: i spent a total of 1 whole day writing this entire thing. so i'm slightly delirious right now. my inspiration? comes from the fact that i was thinking about cockwarming while watching a movie and all of a sudden yoongi came along???????? i don't know. i have no excuse to write this sordid fic full of filth, but i do hope you enjoyed reading it c: