Yoongi In Glasses Is A Deadly Combo

yoongi in glasses is a deadly combo ♡

back-burner | 01

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, alcohol consumption, drunk rambling

WORDS. 2.8k

NOTE. hey ya'll!!! sorry for being a lil MIA 😓 things have gotten super busy recently but I managed to whip out a lil wip and plan for a lil drabble series hehe. I'll probably add the tags along the way so it's hard to say where this will go lol but I hope you enjoy!!

unedited :-( !!!!

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"You're staring again."

Jeon Jungkook is a lot of things. Capable, talented, your self-proclaimed best friend, a multi-faceted nursing student, and handsome. What he wasn't, however, was helpful.

"Wow, thank you for letting me know. It's as if these aren't my own eyes that are doing said staring you speak off," you snap sarcastically, tipping the last bit of vodka and rum down your throat as you wince at the burn.

"That smart-ass mouth isn't going to shift reality," he retorts, snatching your glass away as you glare at him.

"Haven't you heard of manifestation? Speak it into existence, they say," you babble on, mumbling to yourself as you slump further down the plush leather seats.

The gala was beautiful, as usual. Rich and accomplished people alike were mingling with one another while their charming smiles reflected off marble surfaces to highlight their apparent brightness. It was both blinding and exhausting to constantly be surrounded by such greatness, especially to a point where people approached you thinking that you were equally as capable of it.

You weren't, and you don't think you'd ever be.

"Hm, sure." Jungkook rolls his eyes at you dismissively before he considers your words with his eyes looking upwards thoughtfully. "Maybe if you actually acknowledged your feelings then something could happen."

You scowl, drowning yourself lower to a point where your face is nearly squashed under the weight of your shoulders, your face morphed into an expression that's commonplace for you. You don't acknowledge the disapproving stares that a few of these socialites give you when they pass you, affronted to witness a woman like yourself allow herself to look as loose-ended as you were.

"Who says I'm not acknowledging it?"

"No one," Jungkook blinks before he's turning to where your line of vision ends, and you're bitterly reminded of what he was referring to when your eyes settle on them once more. "But the fact Yoongi's clinking glasses with Haerin in hand says something."

"So?" you snap, shifting back into a comfortable position before you're waving a waiter down for more booze. "They can do whatever they want."

"And if that's each other?" Jungkook asks with a raised brow.

You stomp on his foot as he yelps, sending you a lethal glare while you return his gesture with a sickly plastic smile. You don't bother listening when Jungkook begins muttering curses under his breath, and neither do you care about Yoongi or Haerin and how beautiful they looked together. Or how your heart was never with you when he was around, always two steps further than where it should've been. No. You don't care.

Jungkook pushes himself off the seat before shooting you one last once-over accompanied with a deep sigh before he's retreating to where the rest of his peers lay. You had no qualms of him leaving you, in fact, you appreciated the space. You rather be alone now, anyway.

"Another vodka and rum, please," you request from the waiter that bends ever so slightly to catch your order.

"Again, Miss ____?"

You don't appreciate the look of surprise on the waiter's face. You don't even remember if you've ordered from him previously, but the fact that he's sending you very judgemental eyes tell you enough; and your booze-hazed mind sends your mouth running before you can think of giving the man a break.

"Listen, Steve, my father didn't rent out this entire venue for you to micromanage my drinking habits, okay?" Your eyes narrow at him while his eyes widen.

"No Miss, that's not what—"

"Not what you meant?" you snort, "Come on. I've heard better. Just give me my damn alcohol and—!"

"Sorry, Steve." A voice interrupts apologetically as you recognise it immediately. Your body tingles with warmth at the low baritone of your newly joined guest, but you're still a little too drunk to comprehend it. "I'll take care of her."

Steve leaves, bowing apologetically before shooting you an annoyed expression that you think was meant to be kept to himself. You're just about to climb out of your seat to give him a piece of your mind before a large hand wraps around your waist to drag you back to your seat.

"What the—?"

"Having fun?" When you look up, Yoongi's shooting you an amused smile. It's nothing ostentatious, but it's Yoongi. A little cold but genuine nevertheless. You hate that despite your alcohol-fueled mind, your heart still flutters.

"Go away, Yoongi," you grumble.

"Can't do," he chuckles before he's releasing his grip around you.

You scoff. "Go away. I don't need you micromanaging me either."

"Not micromanaging," he hums, right as he occupies the vacant seat that Jungkook's left. "I care about your liver."

"Do you," you sneer.

"Matter of fact, I do. And so do your parents so I'm doing them a favour by not giving them a heart attack when they find out you're hospitalised because you had alcohol poisoning," he says pointedly as you scowl, "Did you even eat?"

"Yes," you lie.

"An entré from two hours ago doesn't count," he deadpans.

You sigh before you're glaring at him through your drunken eyes.

Yoongi doesn't look mad. You don't think he's capable of being anything but the tempered person he was. Rather, he looks amused, as if your clear distaste for his assistance humoured him than annoyed him like any other person. But Yoongi wasn't like everyone else. You disliked people in general and you didn't like Yoongi.

And unfortunately for your stupid, puny heart, it was the exact opposite of what you felt.

"Come on," he urges you with an extended hand, "You got to eat."

"Who are you, my dad?" you groan.

Yoongi levels you with an unimpressed look before he's making an effort to wrap his palm around your arm himself. You shiver at the contact, distracting yourself from the way your heart stammers in your chest to shoot a menacing glare at the man before you.

"No, I'm your friend and I care about you," he says easily before he's bringing you up with him when he stands up.

You yelp, dizzy on your feet as you stumble into his chest. Yoongi already has his arms extended, prepared for your inebriated stance when his palms rest on your waist to balance you out. He's warm. Cosy like your favourite blanket while all you wanted to do was snuggle deeper into his embrace. But when you peer up at him and see his concerned stare, one that was undoubtedly platonic, you feel yourself scowling at the harsh reality check.

"Aren't you busy?" you sneer bitterly, cocking your head to the side from where you remembered him and Haerin engaged in a rather amorous discussion.

"With your sister?" he raises a brow, "Your father called her over."

You scoff.

Of course. The only reason he was here and the only reason he ever spoke to you was that your sister wasn't available. It was always as if you were the second option, a convenient emblem to gravitate towards when he couldn't get the real thing. It was a bitter thought, that you only ever knew of Yoongi because of Haerin.

You would never be anything more than what you currently were to him.

Yoongi was older than you, as old as your older sister and that meant you watched him graduate before you, get his drivers license before you, attend prom before you. All of the things that you considered milestones in your life. And the worst part was that he did it all with Haerin by his side. The proof of their blooming friendship was there in the pictures of her room, on her social media pages and the friendly relations that both your families had with each other.

You first met Yoongi after a particularly strenuous day in middle school. You were just getting to know the concept of teenage angst and responsibilities when you came back home, exhausted from the load of homework your teachers had assigned you right before your final exams.

Haerin was already at the dinner table at that time, caught up in her senior assignments while she typed away on her laptop.

That time, Yoongi appeared.

You remember stopping in your tracks when you spotted the new guest, dark fringe covering his forehead while a beanie rested on his head. He had a large hoodie on that covered his rather narrow build, but he was still taller than you and your sister. You didn't know who he was, but you weren't blind. He was gorgeous. The prettiest boy you've ever seen and you befriended enough band kids throughout your life at that point.

When Haerin notices you awkwardly hovering by the door, only does she offer you a small smile as a greeting.

"Hey." It's friendly enough, but when she looks over to Yoongi, then to you, you gulp. "This is Yoongi. We're working on a project together."

When Yoongi finally looks up, his eyes are warm and friendly, but they hold a rather cold edge to them. One that sends a shudder down your spine as you quickly blurt out an introduction of your own before you're scampering off to your room.

From then on, the rest was history.

You and Yoongi grew closer the more Haerin and his friendship bloomed. What started as a group project eventually blossomed into a friendship that they labelled as 'forever'. Yoongi was always kind to you, offered to drop you off places, gave you advice when you were the one dealing with senioritis; explained 'adult' concepts like taxes and insurance to you when you were curious; fixed the engine in your car for you when it failed you in the middle of nowhere, and he even was the one that accompanied you to get your wisdom teeth extracted.

Yoongi wasn't just Haerin's best friend, but yours too. The difference was that the two of them were clearly more than that while you were forced to watch.

So when you return back to reality, eyes slightly unfocused when they rest on Yoongi's face, you're disgruntled in the reminder of where you stood, and who you were to him.

"Of course," you say with an eye-roll before you're pushing yourself off of him, "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

Yoongi frowns at your stubbornness, especially when your words don't ring true when you take a shaky step away from him, ready to establish distance. Your head still spins but you rather get away from everything when you were loose-lipped than have Yoongi hold his friendship with Haerin over your head like a silent victory.

"Clearly not," he sounds displeased when his hand wraps around your bicep to turn around, "You're drunk."

"And you're being annoying," you snap, "Just—go—back."

You emphasise your points by shoving your finger into his chest, and now when your rage clears your mind ever so slightly, you nearly groan at how devastatingly handsome he looks tonight.

Suits complimented Yoongi's physique beautifully. Especially ones where his dress shirt was tucked in his pants, paired with a silver-toned belt that cinched his waist. The goddamn YSL black blazer that drapes over his shoulder only makes him broader, and you curse the Gods above for making him frequent the gym more recently.

"Don't be stubborn," he sighs, tightening his grip on your bicep.

"Don't be pushy," you throw your words back, huffing while you scowl at him.

"You're drunk," he reminds you gruffly, "Your sister would kill me if I let you go off like this."

And there it was.

You shove his grip off you with as much force as you can as you seethe. Yoongi's eyes widen at your blatant display of strength, especially when your eyes are livid when they rest on his stunned expression.

"Of course you're doing this for Haerin," you scoff bitterly while Yoongi just looks confused. "Guess what, Yoongi? I don't want you doing shit for me because you feel obliged to my sister to take care of her little sister. I'm responsible for myself and not for this hero complex you have, or if you want to impress her. Go fuck yourself and leave me alone."

"What are you saying," he says levelly, unimpressed.

This is the first time you've seen Yoongi look rather ... displeased.

Sure, he's looked annoyed before. He was only human. But this expression on Yoongi looks nearly blazing, and if you were any soberer, you'd drop it. But you weren't, and your mouth moves at its own accord.

"What I'm saying is that you have your head so far up her ass that you don't see anything in front of you!" you exasperate, throwing your hands up in the air. You're mildly aware that your voice is rising and that a few other people were beginning to take notice of your developing argument with Yoongi.

"Listen, let me take you home and—"

You interrupt him with a deprecating laugh, mostly to yourself as you shake your head in disappointment.

"Are you stupid? Do you not know how to take no for an answer?" you ask in disbelief, and Yoongi actually glares at you at your clear jibe at him.

"____, don't test me," he warns.

You snort, waving him off just as you see Jungkook enter your peripheral. Your friend looks rather alarmed and he's making his way over in a hurry, but you're quick with your words.

"Ooh. I'm so scared," you pout, peering up at him through your eyelashes before you're rolling your eyes at Yoongi's stone-faced expression. "Fuck off, Yoongi. Go back to my sister because that's clearly where you belong."

"____—" you hear Jungkook approach you with worry, voice a pitched higher before he's attempting to intercept your and Yoongi's conversation.

"I can deal with it," Yoongi says bluntly.

"Hyung, she's drunk and she's not in her—"

"Oh, I know. But whatever she wants to say to me she can say it to my face," Yoongi laughs tightly before you're scoffing at him.

Jungkook looks panicked, eyes darting in-between the both of you as you find power in driving Yoongi up the wall. Especially when this is the first time you've ever seen him anything less than composed.

"Really? Let me start, then," you smile plastically.

"Do enlighten me," Yoongi blinks.

"Guys I think—"

"You're an annoying asshole," you sneer, poking his chest while your eyes stay trained on his unchanging expression. "You act like you care about me when all you really care about is making yourself look like a good man in front of my sister."

"You're drunk—!" Jungkook hisses, squeezing your shoulder in warning as you drunkenly shove his hand off of you.

Yoongi remains blank in his face and that only irks you even more.

"You always come in and rescue me when you think I need saving but you don't care if I get into trouble! You never do! All the shit you do is cause—cause you want to fuck my sister, want to be this big macho saviour—"

"Okay, that's enough," Jungkook snaps, clamping a mouth over your mouth as you thrash in his hold.

The look on Yoongi's face is menacing. Your eyes widen when you note that it's terrifying that he doesn't move an inch, not even when his eyes slowly drift onto Jungkook's figure attempting to silence your muffled shouts under his palm.

People are staring, but you couldn't care less. Not when Yoongi raises one lone brow that has you shuddering.

"Let her go, Jungkook."

Jungkook freezes, and you take that moment of weakness to bite his hand as he yelps and retreats his palm.

"Ha! See? You're trying to embody this alpha male character," you snort as you feel Jungkook melt helplessly behind you.

"Am I," Yoongi blinks, unamused.

"Duh," you say obviously before rolling your eyes. "You know what. Just fuck right out of here and leave me alone. Let me know if you get into my sister's pants for what you did to me, yeah?"

"Follow me."

Jungkook freezes. You freeze.

And it's all because Yoongi has never sounded like that before.

Like he's threatening you.

"W-What?" you stammer, eyes rapidly blinking.

"We're going to talk," he says calmly, taking a deep breath before he's turning on his feet.

His back is turned to you when you gawk at him. "W-What makes you think I'm going to listen to you?"

Yoongi stops for just a beat, hands stuffed in his pockets when the silence quite literally makes your throat dry.

"Because ..." he says in a low tone as you feel your breath hitch, "The shit I'm going to say and do to you isn't going to be in front of an audience."

He throws you a cold look over your shoulder as you nearly cower at his gaze alone.

When he strides forward, you feel compelled to follow. And you hate that your mind decides that you are.

When you turn to Jungkook, he's as pale as you are, but all he can offer is a weak pat to your shoulder.

"Good fucking luck."

Check You for Ticks | S.R.

Summary: Luke sets Reader up to share a tent (and a sleeping bag) with Spencer. A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, though I hate that I have limited time to write with having two kids constantly in need of my attention. Prompt: It’s Character’s first time camping and they weren’t prepared for how cold it gets on summer nights. Beta Readers:  @leahseclipse and @fortheloveofwonderland. Challenge: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Monthly Challenge. Song Inspiration: ‘Ticks’ by Brad Paisley Couple: Dr. Spencer Reid x Fem!SSA!Reader Category: Fluff! 16+ Rating. Content Warnings: S13+ Spoilers. B.A.U. goes Camping. Devious!Luke. Mutual Pining. Idiots in Love. Awkward Situations. Sexual Innuendos. Sexual Tension. Awkward Seduction. Spencer awkwardly feeling up Fem!Reader. Kissing. Making Out. Heavy Petting. Cursing. Love Confessions. Word Count: 3.8k 

Masterlist

It had been just a few days since your team finally took down the infamous Mr. Scratch, following the unfortunate funeral of your dear co-worker, SSA Stephen Walker. It was clear the team needed to decompress when your unit chief, Emily Prentiss, declared a mandatory sabbatical for everyone.

"I vote we should all rent a cabin by a large lake, sip martinis and just relax," Penelope Garcia had insinuated as she sipped her drink.

Everyone had agreed to go out for drinks, hoping by the end to come to an agreement on where everyone should go while on sabbatical.

"I second your vote," Luke Alvez started, "but I'm thinking we should all go survival-style. I'm talking sleeping bags, pitch your own tent-type of outing." You shook your head, not one for the 'great outdoors.'

"Can't we just.. I dunno, go to an indoor waterpark, or something cool?" you whined, hoping your best friend, Dr. Spencer Reid, would jump in at any moment to second your vote.

He did nothing of the sort.

"Actually, statistics show that it is 42% safer for everyone over the age of thirty to, in this case, go camping versus an indoor waterpark, sorry, Y/N," Spencer frowned at you before turning his lips upward in a devious smirk.

You really should have known better.

"That settles it," Emily said with a smile. "Tomorrow afternoon, we are all meeting up at Oak Ridge Campground, so bring all your gear, and leave everything about this job behind– at least until we get back."

"Amen!" J.J. and David Rossi joined in, leading the rest of you to clink your glasses together in celebration of enjoying everyone's company for the following weekend in the wilderness.

Fourteen hours later, you're hitching a ride with Luke to the campgrounds.

Earlier this morning, you texted him to meet at your place to help you pack for the trip. The two of you wound up at the local camping store to supply you with a new sleeping bag (which Luke raved about as he grabbed it off the shelf), hiking boots, a heavy-duty flashlight, and a foam pad to put under your sleeping bag.

"Shouldn't I get a tent?" you asked, dumbly, knowing at least a little about camping.

"Nah," Luke chuckled. "You can bunk with me, don't worry."

Liar. I hope your pants catch fire, you thought brazenly as Penelope welcomed you to the site, making a comment about Luke being her tent buddy.

"Alright, everyone," Rossi announced. "We've got some gourmet walking tacos for you once you've all settled in and pitched your tents."

You grumbled as you grabbed your duffle bag and sleeping bag, walking around a bit until you found a spot decent enough to lay your foam pad on.

"Where's your tent?" a voice startled you from behind. You felt your cheeks blush under his gaze as you finished spreading out your sleeping bag for the night. Might as well plan to look at the stars tonight.

"I... I don't have one," you sighed, throwing metaphoric daggers with your eyes towards Luke. You knew he only lied to you as a way of helping you get closer to the certified genius. It's been no secret that you harbor a serious crush– well, except that Spencer is the only one who doesn't know.

"Oh," Spencer breathed out, looking between you and the tent he'd just finished setting up. He believed he knew exactly what happened, as he recalls Morgan pulling a similar stunt years ago with him.

"Yeah.." you bowed your head, thinking if you waited patiently enough, Spencer would get the subtle hint and leave you to your misery. A minute later, and you can still feel his weight slightly shift from one foot to the other.

"You know..." he croaked out, bending over to pick up your foam pad from underneath your sleeping bag. "...mine claims to house up to four people comfortably. I suppose, if you need to, you're welcome to sleep with me." 

The innuendo was sure as hell not lost on you. You did wonder, however, if the good doctor meant his words in the same way you interpreted them.

"I—what?!" you blinked up at him as innocent as you could manage. You watched Spencer's expression change for confusion to 'oh.' Ohhh.

"I-Inside my tent," he stuttered out, awkwardly pointing to the pristine blue and white outdoor structure behind him. "W-with me inside the tent here." You both let out shy giggles, leaving you to smile up at your favorite co-worker.

"Thanks, Spence," you moved to give him a quick side-hug before throwing an awkward wave his way as you struggled to create as much distance as possible between you two.

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Haegeum

banner by my beautiful wifey @snoozeagustd

Pairing: Agust D x fem!Reader x Min Yoongi

Rating: 18+

Genre and AU: Haegeum MV AU

Summary: Life hadn't been a piece of cake for you, a knife for a person. But never did you imagine, a street side nobody like you would have to choose your loyalty to two men, far from being sane but so close to be the morale of your insanity.

Warnings: Smut (surprise, surprise) not too explicit, angst, some gore (instances of stabbing and torturing), insinuation of sexual harrasment, unhinged Agust D, manipulative Min Yoongi, I'll add more before the main story is published.

Words: 280 for the teaser

a/n: This is obviously a manifestation for the insanity that is Haegeum. This is also in lieu of Min Yoongi's whorehouse where there is no official business and is created for simping purposes only.

m.list | main fic

"I like to call myself a businessman," he grinned at you, wavy hair falling on his eyes somehow bothering you more than him, "I don't pay salaries. You work, you get a share."

That's how you came to work for Suga, a red flagged sociopath who wanted to bend you over to know if your ass could sit tight while he fed his fish. It barely helped that you wanted him to do it himself, to grab the back of your neck and bend you over the torn arm of his couch. In short, Suga was just the right amount of unhinged and on the path of insanity for you; he met your fire torch with a fucking wildfire. 

"I can't help you if you don't listen to me," he smiled but his eyes didn't, in fact, you could hardly move your own stare from his scar, "if you give me your loyalty, I'll make sure that you'll never have to bend over to tie your shoes again."

Agust D, who could finely pick the threads of the world apart with his connections and power until his enemies were drowning in a fish farm. He could give you the world, literally and figuratively and he brazenly promised to do so to himself when you walked into his office and crossed your legs on the polished leather of his couch. His touch set you on fire so dazzling that you turned to ashes by his mere stare. He met your thunderstorm with a hurricane. 

You can't choose between fire and storm when both are threatening to ruin your world; only, if you could destroy them before they did you. 

it's fine for you to write stepbros!namjoon and jimin ? where the reader is the one that is begging them to fuck her, trying to seduce them and being bratty. then one day they'd throw it all up and fuck her brainless after seeing her topless in the pool on the backyard ... they're very mean and rough, as they should let's be fair ! u can add any other things u want, im fine with everything

if not it's all good ! love your work, pretty ^^

Light dubcon?: only at the start MC is teasing them by not cooperating

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You didn’t understand why they didn’t give in.

You were attractive, had a nice body, and were so needy. Ever since that time you overheid Jimin having sex with a girl he brought home while he thought he was home alone, and you walking in on Namjoon showering that you were curious.

What would it be like to have sex with them?

But to your dismay, they declined the thought of having sex with you… no matter how many times you begged or gave them attitude.

One sunny day you decided to lay in your backyard, topless, with closed eyes.

You frowned, opening your eyes when the sun was blocked, Jimin and Namjoon were hovering over you.

“What do you want? You’re blocking the sun.” You huffed.

Namjoon looked at you, his eyes going up and down your body, before landing on your boobs.

“Why are you laying here topless? What if the neighbours see?” Jimin complained.

“Then what?” You shrugged.

Jimin grabbed your arm and forced you to stand up.

You stumbled into him, and he held your waist.

"Ugh, go away.” You huffed at them, going inside. The house was empty, so it was probably just the three of you.

Namjoon and Jimin were right behind you as you went upstairs, and you could feel their eyes on you.

Once you reached your room, you turned around to tell them off.

But they pushed you into your room, slamming the door shut, and pushing you onto your bed.

"We're done. I can't deal with your bratty attitude anymore." Namjoon huffed, unbuckling his belt and pants, pulling them down and taking his shirt off. "We're going to give you what you want."

You bit your lip, looking at Namjoon. “Are you? Are you really going to give me what I want?" You challenged.

“Use that mouth for something better than talking our ears off.” Jimin still had his sweatpants on, and he got onto the bed, forcing you onto your stomach. He grabbed your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties.

Shit, they really were going to fuck you, huh?

You smirked to yourself, knowing they couldn’t resist you.

But you didn't have time to be smug about it because they were so damn horny, and they couldn’t wait any longer. Jimin grabbed your hand and pushed it into his boxers while Namjoon was already completely naked. He stood in front of the bed and he grabbed hold of your hair, guiding his dick to your lips.

"Open." He instructed.

You did as you were told, and he slid his cock into your mouth. However, you didn’t do anything, you didn’t suck him off nor jerked Jimin off. You challenged them once again.

“Fuck, you just love to tease, don’t you? Come on, suck that cock like the slut I know you are.” Namjoon grabbed hold of the back of your head with both hands, before he bobbed your head back and forth.

You moaned as you took his dick into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat. You sucked him off, gagging occasionally as he didn't give you a second to breath.

"I bet she's fucking tight." Jimin commented.

"Yeah, she's gonna be." Namjoon agreed.

Jimin wrapped his fingers around yours and pumped your hand up and down his cock. He pulled your hand out and spat onto your hand.

"Mmph." You whimpered as Namjoon slammed his cock down your throat, and held it there for a few seconds before letting you go.

“Have you ever had two cocks inside that pussy of yours? Come on, let me see.” Namjoon flipped you onto your back.

“Maybe I had more than two, wouldn’t you want to know?” You smirked at him, teasing him.

Namjoon grabbed you by the jaw and forced your head to look at him.

"Do you think this is a game?" Namjoon growled.

"If it was, you'd lose." You challenged.

Jimin chuckled. "You really do have an attitude, huh?" He spread your legs apart.

"So? When are you going to answer my question?” Namjoon asked as Jimin brought a finger inside of you, and you flinched, as it caught you off guard.

Namjoon chuckled at your reaction.

"No.” You answered.

“You never had two cocks inside of you at the same time?” Jimin asked again, bringing in a second finger.

"N-No, I didn't." You mumbled, feeling yourself becoming wetter.

“Good, we will show you what that feels like.” Namjoon grabbed your chin and brought your face up, so you were looking up at him.

Jimin thrusted his fingers into you, going in and out. You let out a moan, and he smirked.

“Tell us you want it.” Namjoon ordered.

“Fuck off.” You spat at him.

Jimin brought in his thumb and began rubbing your clit in circles.

Namjoon’s fingers dug into your face as he shot a glare at you. "Fucking brat." Namjoon growled.

“I want it.” You finally said, feeling his grip tighten on your face.

"Want what?"

“Fuck me, both of you.”

Namjoon chuckled. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" He let go of your face and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You can ride me first."

You moved closer to him, and he grabbed hold of his dick. You positioned yourself on top of him, your feet resting on his thigh with your back against his chest.

"Put it in." He ordered. “Now.”

You listened to your stepbrother and you grabbed hold of his cock before you lowered yourself onto it, and let out a moan, feeling yourself stretch.

"Fuck, you're tight." He groaned.

"Yeah, I bet she's so tight." Jimin commented, scooting closer to the both of you.

You began to rock your hips back and forth, as Namjoon began sucking and biting on your neck. You felt a hand reach down and began playing with your clit.

"Fuck, J-Jimin." You whined.

Jimin leaned closer and smashed his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, as you kept rocking your hips against Namjoon.

Jimin's tongue slipped inside your mouth, and he kissed you deeper.

You let out a moan, feeling him play with your clit while his other hand traveled to your chest.

"Mmm, she's such a dirty slut." Namjoon chuckled against your skin.

You whimpered as Namjoon's grip tightened around your waist, and he thrusted his cock harder inside of you.

“Come on, bounce on that dick before I make you.” Namjoon ordered.

You nodded and obeyed him, raising yourself slightly before bringing yourself back down. You bounced yourself, feeling his cock deep inside of you.

Jimin pulled away from the kiss, and he looked at you, admiring your body.

Namjoon smacked your ass, and you flinched.

"Come on, ride my fucking dick." He ordered.

"I am, I'm trying." You said, feeling yourself become exhausted.

"You're trying, huh? Let me help." He grabbed hold of your hips and pushed you down, as he slammed his cock deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot.

"Ah! Fuck!" You cried out, digging your nails into his forearms.

"There you go, that's a good girl." Namjoon praised you, bringing his hands away from your hips, allowing you to keep moving.

"She's going to be a good fuck toy, huh, hyung?" Jimin commented.

"Oh, she definitely will be. That’s what she gets for that attitude. Do you think you deserve a second cock now?” Namjoon asked.

"Y-Yes, I do." You whined.

He smirked. "You have to earn it first." Namjoon laughed. “Ride me harder, this is the last time I am asking you. If you don’t listen, you get nothing."

You tried your best, bouncing as high as you could while dropping your body as hard as you could, you picked up the pace and went faster.

Namjoon grabbed your wrists, forcing your arms behind your back. He held them there as he thrusted his cock hard into you.

"You're such a fucking slut." He hummed.

"Hyung, she's being such a good girl for us." Jimin commented. “Looks like she has no attitude left. Just a desperate slut."

"Mhm, that's right." Namjoon agreed.

Namjoon stopped you from bouncing and instead he spread your legs apart. “Come on Jimin, I am sure she can handle two cocks.”

Jimin got right in front of you, and he poked his tip at your entrance. He slowly brought himself inside, stretching you even more.

"Shit, fuck. I-It's too much." You cried out.

"Shh. You'll be a good little slut, right? You can take two cocks." Namjoon reassured you.

"Fuck, hyung. She's so fucking tight. Mhm, she's so wet too."

Jimin leaned his head back as he brought his cock all the way inside.

"Mmph, f-fuck." You whimpered, feeling them both stretch you. “Fuck, fuck!”

Jimin grabbed your waist, as Namjoon let go of your arms. He moved his hand up and grabbed your throat.

"Come on, we haven't even fucked you yet." Namjoon taunted.

Jimin started to move his hips, bringing his cock in and out.

You let out a loud moan, and Namjoon smirked. "She's a fucking slut." He squeezed his hand around your throat.

Your mouth hung open as they both thrusted their cocks into you, going deeper each time. “Fuck!” You hissed, feeling their dicks work together.

"That's it, you like that don't you?" Jimin teased. “Being used like this?”

You couldn't talk, all you could do was whine.

"She's taking it so well, she loves being our little slut, huh?"

"Fuck, yeah, she does." Jimin panted.

"Look at her, her mind is so fucked right now. I don't think she can think straight." Namjoon smirked, watching the mess of a girl you were.

And you were. Your mind was so gone, your eyes were closed, and you were biting your lip, holding back any moans.

"Aww, she's trying to hold her moans back."

"Don't, I want to hear your moans." Namjoon ordered.

Jimin grabbed your ankles, pushing them to your head. "I think I can go a little deeper, right?" He chuckled, before bringing himself all the way in, slamming his cock inside of you.

You cried out, "Ah! Fuck!" You let the moans fall from your lips, and they didn't stop.

"That's it, good fucking girl. Finally using that voice for something good.” Namjoon gripped onto your thighs.

"We're going to use her every day." Namjoon added.

"We are, she'll be our personal little slut. We'll fuck her anytime, and anywhere we want." Jimin licked his lips.

"She wants it, look how needy she is." Namjoon commented. “Do you feel how hard that pussy is squeezing around our cock?”

Jimin smirked. "Yeah, I can feel it."

"Come on, let's fill her up with our cum. I'm sure she wants it."

Jimin picked up his pace, and so did Namjoon. You let out a scream at the way both cooks were started to drill into you, at which Namjoon covered your mouth with his hand, and your muffled cries and moans were muffled and the only sounds you could hear were their out of breath groans and the slapping of skin.

"You're so fucking wet. Have you ever been fucked this good?" You werent sure who of the two said this, but wouldn't be able to answer, not with the way they were fucking you.

They both picked up the pace, slamming into you at a fast and brutal speed. They weren't letting you breathe.

Then, you weren’t able to hold it in any longer, and your orgasm took over your body, making you cry out and moan, while your pussy squirted around their dicks.

"Shit, she's so fucking messy." Jimin laughed.

You weren’t even sure how long they continued to fuck you or how many more times you came, and by the time they both filled you up, and your holes were leaking with cum, you were a complete mess.

Namjoon laid you down onto the bed, and the two of them left you in your room. You were too exhausted to move, and they were just so good at fucking you. You weren’t sure how, but you managed to clean yourself up, and fell asleep.

Yours (M)

Pairing~ professor!jungkook x student!reader

Warnings~ Pet names, slut kink, sir kink,creampies,bjs, praise and degradation kink,spanking,doggy style,age gap

A/N: Jungkook is 26 The reader is 18

You hated your biology professor more than you hated Mondays, but you couldn't deny that he was hot... His lectures were long and boring, but his rugged good looks always managed to hold your attention. Despite his unappealing teaching style, you found yourself looking forward to his class just to catch a glimpse of him. But you couldn't help but wonder if his attractiveness was the reason you were struggling to focus on the subject matter. His presence in the classroom made it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else, making it a constant internal battle between your attraction and academic performance. You found yourself daydreaming about him even when you were supposed to be taking notes. That's what led you to be in his class after school and bend over his desk while he smacked your ass. "Sir," you moaned out as he let out a harsh slap. "I told you to count out loud,you slut" he growled, his voice sending shivers down your spine. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, leaving you craving more of his attention and discipline. "T..ten," you moan out, feeling the sting of the slap linger on your skin. "Good girl," he praised, his hand coming down on your ass again. The thrill of the forbidden act and the control he exerted over you only fueled your desire for him further. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. You obeyed without hesitation, eager to please him and submit to his dominance. You hastily took him into your mouth, feeling his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided your movements. "Fuck, just like that slut," he groaned, his hips thrusting to meet your eager mouth. You looked up at him with a mix of desire and submission as you kept bobbing your head around his dick. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you, his breaths becoming more ragged with each movement. You yelled a little in surprise as he suddenly pulled you up by your hair, his grip firm and possessive. "On your hands and knees, now," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. You complied without hesitation, feeling a rush of excitement at his dominant tone. He wasted no time entering you from behind, the force of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he claimed you completely. "Fuck, sir, harder!" you moaned as you begged for more. His movements became more intense, and his control over you was evident in every powerful thrust. You surrendered to his dominance, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being taken so thoroughly by him. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, he growled in your ear, "Who do you belong to?" "Y..you" you whispered breathlessly; your voice barely audible as you gave in completely to his dominance. His grip on your hips tightened as he continued to drive into you, his pace unrelenting. With each deep thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of blissful release. Your body quivered with anticipation as he whispered, "Say it louder for me." "I belong to you," you gasped, your voice stronger this time as you finally surrendered completely to him. The intensity of his movements pushed you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You collapsed on the desk, completely spent and satisfied, as he held you close, both of you basking in the afterglow of your shared passion. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of your racing hearts, He slipped his dick out of you, our mixed relese flowing out of me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he whispered, "You're mine." Your body tingled with the lingering sensation of his touch, a feeling of contentment washing over you as you lay in his arms. "Lets get you cleaned up"