The Slander Against Pretty Boys For Whaaaa But Pls The Skin Care Routine And Jack Harlow Line Was Too

The slander against pretty boys for whaaaa 😭😭 but pls the skin care routine and Jack Harlow line was too good!!

The mental image of Yoongi with painted nails is so magical. I wish Hobi would convince him to do it one time for the one time like pleaseeeeeee. I too am constantly distracted by Jimin’s lips, I understand the cranky mess of our girl 😭

Dispensary are very much classist let ‘em know!! Oh poor yn is hooked, how we go from pretty boy discount to delivery too!!

Also I just want you to know my brain buffered once Jimin grabbed our dear yn by the throat for the kiss ✨ I love this couple, hope Jimin continues to make silly jokes and continues to be the exception in her life. Such cute 🥹

blunt rotation | pjm

Supplying your law school classmates with weed on the regular might as well be a full-time job. It's lucrative, but lately, you've seen a dip in profits. Maybe it's because you keep giving out the Pretty Boy Discount to a certain guy in your ethics class…

↳ pairing: prettyboy!jimin x weedgirl!reader

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | law school au | classmates to lovers | smut

↳ wc/date: 7.5k | april 2023

↳ warnings: marijuana | a somewhat subby!jimin | consensual sex while high | choking (in a sexy way) | fingering | cunnilingus | spit | protected vaginal sex | self-indulgent rants about capitalism and classism | jimin makes a lame dick joke

↳ notes: on god, this fic is probably more about weed than anything else khskdjfs i would apologize but i already warned y’all, so you get what you get. these 420 fics are probs especially bad, and i decided i do not care. #blazeit

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↳ what was jai listening to? a weed playlist made by yours truly 

“What is the difference between ethics, morality, and law?” 

Professor Kim leans against the desk at the front of the lecture hall with his hands gripping the edge on either side of his hips. The action makes the muscles in his arms flex, and you eat up the tan skin exposed by how his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. The tight white button-up accentuates plump pectoral muscles that threaten to pop and lose a few buttons. It wouldn’t surprise you if it happened. Professor Kim is known for being accidentally destructive. 

It is unethical to fuck your professor because it would create a conflict of interest; you’d imagine it would be hard for Professor Kim to ethically assess your academic performance if he’d been balls deep in you. 

It’s morally wrong to fuck your professor because you know he’s married, not because he has ever provided your class with information about his personal life, but because you sit at the front of the class. From your position, you can see the glint of his wedding band. 

Legally, you’re pretty sure there isn’t a law against fucking your professor. It probably goes against your university’s code of conduct, but that’s not a law. 

You sink further into your seat and let your eyes wander the room. Everyone diligently takes notes as Professor Kim turns to the presentation projected on the large screen behind him. Ethics and Professional Responsibility isn’t your favorite class, but no one said getting your J.D. would be fun. On the contrary, everyone you knew said it would fucking suck. And it kinda does. 

One thing that doesn't suck, though, is having a class with your program’s resident pretty boy, Park Jimin. 

Pretty boys aren’t your type at all. You prefer boys who are rough around the edges. You're not interested if a guy doesn’t look like he’s a one-way ticket to jail or hell. Maybe it’s the rebel in you. Maybe you like the idea that opposites attract. A lawyer and a criminal sounds like a cute ship, no? 

Pretty boys are too soft for you. They’re the type to have skincare routines and listen to Jack Harlow. No thanks. 

Yet your eyes always manage to find Jimin. 

He’s sitting to your left and a few rows behind you, but close enough to see him when you turn your head. He sits with perfect posture as he scribbles notes on his iPad, plump lips puckered in a cute little beak of concentration. 

Fuck, no, not cute. Ridiculous. Soft and childish. Everyone in the room is at least in their mid-twenties, some even in their late fifties. A prestigious J.D. program has no room for beaks and squishy cheeks. 

You’re about to look away when Jimin lifts his stylus to his mouth. The end presses a small dent into his plush bottom lip. You instinctually lick your lips, though your mouth suddenly feels dry. 

Jimin sits that way for a few more seconds with furrowed eyebrows as he focuses on his notes. At Professor Kim’s mention of the end-of-the-year oral argument, your classmate finally lifts his head to face the front of the room. His eyes are bright and wide, unlike the haggard look of your peers, and you watch them shift back and forth as he reads whatever is on the screen. You have no idea what Professor Kim’s talking about; your roommate, Hoseok, will fill you in when you get home. 

All you know is that Jimin finally pulls his stylus away from his lips and casts a sideways glance in your direction. You lock eyes for a split second before he quickly ducks his head, suddenly interested in his notes again. 

You snort loud enough for the woman sitting next to you to give you an odd look, but you ignore her and return your eyes to Professor Kim. 

Your eyes don’t stray from the front of the lecture hall for the rest of the class. It’s not difficult; there isn’t anything else you find interesting enough in the room to distract you. Nothing. Especially not Pretty Boy Jimin. 

🍃

“Hey, can I come over tonight?” 

Two pale hands splay across your desk once the class is dismissed. Chipped, black polish adorns each nail, except for the pinkies, which are painted white. 

“Why are you asking me? You don’t need my permission to visit your boyfriend’s apartment.” 

“I’m trying to work on my manners, jeez.”

You roll your eyes and slide your tablet into your backpack. “Where were your manners when you and Hobi fucked on my couch? Hmm, Yoongi? Where were they then?” 

Yoongi lets out a low groan as he steps to the side to let you fall in line with him as you exit the classroom. Your roommate is waiting in the hallway, always the last student to arrive and the first to leave. 

“That’s different,” Yoongi huffs, though this time, the sound is due to Hoseok crushing him in a hug once they make it into the hall. “Besides, I’m asking because I’m bringing my friend. We aren’t going to stay. He just wants someone to come with him.” 

Hoseok untangles his arms from Yoongi’s and adjusts his backpack. Your best friends act like surviving a three-hour class is like surviving a lifetime apart. 

“Ohh, a friend?” Hoseok leans against Yoongi with his eyebrows arched. His questioning tone is fair. The three of you don’t have many friends aside from each other. It’s hard to maintain friendships with people outside of law school. There’s simply no time. 

“What is this, the buddy system?” You snicker as you follow the two men to their cars. “Sorry, I only do business with adults.” 

There is quite literally no reason for you to be judgemental about whoever this mystery friend is, but class has put you in a cranky mood. Probably because of stupid fucking Park Jimin with his distracting lips. Your unpreparedness for the oral argument is slowly causing anxiety to creep into your chest. 

Yoongi gives you a light smack to your bicep. “Some people get nervous about this shit, you know that.” 

“It’s weed, oh my god. You act like we’re cooking meth in our basement.” 

Yoongi stops walking to give you a stern look with narrowed eyes and a cocked head. “You don’t even have a basement.” 

“Yeah, well, it’s 2023, and weed is legal.” 

“It is legal to purchase weed at a licensed dispensary. However, you are not licensed to sell weed, nor is your apartment a dispensary.” 

“It’s got enough weed in it to be one,” Hoseok snorts, but the sound quickly morphs into a severe cough when Yoongi’s glare is directed at him. 

Yoongi yanks his car door open and slides into the driver’s seat. Then, with one leg still on the ground and his arm holding the door open, he lets out a long sigh. “You two are insufferable.”

“Love you too, babe!” Hoseok giggles and sends his boyfriend a flying kiss as Yoongi drives out of the parking lot. 

“For an anti-capitalist, Yoongi is so old-fashioned. I’m providing a product to the everyday person at a reasonable price,” you grumble while you fasten your seatbelt in Hoseok’s car. “Dispensaries are classist. They’re way too fucking expensive, and they’re all in affluent neighborhoods, anyway. The gentrification of marijuana in this country is ridiculous. Where does Yoongi think those tax funds end up? Not in neighborhoods that need them. And what about expunging people’s records? Is the government ever going to do that?” 

You slump in your seat, the sudden energetic burst of social consciousness in you dying out. “I hate rich people.”

Hoseok hums in agreement, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives. “We’re about to be rich people, though.” 

“Not me. Civil rights law isn’t going to make me rich, and I’m not touching corporate with a ten-foot pole.” 

Yoongi and so many other people in your program are too dependent on what is and don’t stop to question what can be or what should be.

Ethics is a social construct, morality is subjective, and law is arbitrary. 

Going to law school is less about learning how to be a lawyer and more about learning how to play a game. 

🍃

When Park Jimin walks into your living room, all you can do is blink at him. Your eyes are red and glassy, your mouth dry even though you’ve been sipping water, and your limbs feel too gooey to bother getting up. Maybe you’re hallucinating him, which would be very upsetting because you don’t want to explore why he’s sticking around in your head. 

But then Yoongi is ushering the guy to sit next to you, and the dip in the couch as he eases down feels too real. 

“Ah, Jimin! You’re the friend!” Hoseok gives the newcomer a blinding smile. Smoke punctuates each word, billowing toward the ceiling. There’s already a thin haze to the room; you and Hoseok have been smoking for a while. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

Jimin gives Hoseok a small smile. He also turns to give you one, but it falters when you meet his gaze. 

You’re not sure what expression you’re wearing. It could be anything, really. Or nothing at all. 

“Hi,” he says quietly. His lips are so pink. You want to ask him how soft they are. 

“How much do you want?” Is what you ask instead. 

Jimin turns to Yoongi, who is now cuddled up with Hoseok on the other side of the room. The chair is made for only one person, but they have never known personal boundaries. You suppose if they’re dating, it doesn’t matter. 

“Just give him an eighth,” Yoongi says with a dismissive wave. He’s more focused on plucking the blunt from Hoseok’s lips and bringing it to his own. 

“Of what?” You huff your words, twisting the joint you’ve got between your middle finger and thumb. It’s clear that Jimin knows nothing about weed. He can’t even come up with a measurement or a strain. 

Yoongi glares at you as if this is somehow your fault before saying, “Anything. Maybe not Girl Scout Cookies or Sour Diesel, though. I don’t want his brain melting out of his ears.” 

Jimin makes a slight noise of surprise at that. 

“Kidding,” Yoongi teases. “Well, about the brain-melting part. I mean it about the strains, though.” 

Leaving your joint in an ashtray on the coffee table, you stand up with a groan. Moving is low on your list of things to do right now. The indica you’ve been smoking makes your movements feel slow, though you can’t tell if they actually are. 

“Come on,” you mumble, gesturing for him to follow you down the hall. He goes without a word, eyes wide as if he’s about to discover something profound within the walls of your apartment. You don’t want to admit how cute he is, just as timid in your apartment as in class. 

“We keep everything in the office. It’s super organized, but I guess that’s expected.” You don’t know why you’re rambling (yes, you do, it’s the weed). 

Jimin nods. “Makes sense.” 

He’s so cute, you think, when he asks if he wants you to close the door once you’ve reached the office. As if there is something to hide in here. Hoseok and Yoongi are the only other people in the apartment. 

“I’m going to give you a hybrid. You know what that means?” 

Jimin hovers over you when you crouch next to a dresser with multiple drawers. Numerous glass jars, all labeled with pieces of white tape and messy handwriting, are stacked in the drawer you open. You sift through them, taking a few to inspect before placing them back again. 

“I do not.” At least he’s honest. 

“It’s the happy medium between sativa and indica. Sativa gives you a head high. People tend to feel alert and creative sometimes. Indica gives you a body high. It’s the stereotypical kind of weed people talk about that makes you lazy and get the munchies. It’s because sativa has more THC than CBD, whereas indica is more CBD-heavy. Think about how people use CBD products when they’ve got joint pains or anxiety, right?” 

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” The statement is redundant, but you don’t mention it. Jimin looks like he hangs onto your every word as though his life depends on it. It’s funny, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at him.

Finding what you’re looking for, you hand a jar to Jimin. “It’s already weighed, so you can take the whole thing.” 

Jimin holds the jar like it’s a newborn. This time, you let a few giggles slip out. 

“Do you have something to smoke it with? A piece or a bong?” 

A shake of his head is no surprise, but you act shocked because you’re high and feeling good, and you love how he looks when his eyes grow wide.

“Wow, you’re so cute,” you say with a grin that starkly opposes the shy blush that paints Jimin’s face. “You probably don’t know how to roll either, do you?” 

Another shake of his head. Of course. 

It’s not difficult to show Jimin how. You pull up another chair at your desk and push away all your notes and textbooks for school to clear a path to work. You show him how to grind the weed and roll a blunt and a joint — so he can figure out which one he likes better. 

Jimin’s body is warm as he presses against yours, your shoulders bumping into each other every time you move your arm. He keeps close, eyes glued to your hands as you work slowly but diligently. It’s a bit disarming having him so close. Aside from the occasional hello during class, you’ve never really talked to Jimin. Concentrating with all his Pretty Boy energy fogging up your mind is tricky. 

Or is it the weed? Nah, it’s the weed. 

“If you end up not liking either, go to a head shop to buy a bowl — it’s a pipe. Maybe don’t go with a bong yet. Yoongi can help you. He likes bowls better, so he’ll have good recommendations.” 

Once finished, you slip the blunts and joints into a ziplock bag. When you pass it to Jimin, you can’t help but let your fingers brush against his. The touch sends waves of hot electricity up your arm. The shock of it makes your entire body tingle. Sure, the weed is making your body extra sensitive, but it’s not only that. He’s so fucking hot. 

You don’t realize you’re staring at him. It’s hard not to stare or even know where to begin. His plush, pillowy lips? His fluffy, dirty-blonde hair that falls into his eyes? So cute that you don’t even care when he has to do a Bieber flip to get his bangs out of his face? 

And, fuck, he’s not wearing the usual crisp white Oxford shirt and black chinos get-up. He must have gone home to change after class because now he’s wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt (probably designer from the looks of it) and grey jogger sweatpants that do nothing to hide how thick his thighs are and you’re sure if you get a chance to look at his ass you’ll find that that part of his body is thick, too. Expensive athleisure wear looks even better on him than professional clothing. It makes him look soft. 

“Thank you,” Jimin says, speaking your name softly, and you feel like your knees grow weak at the sound of it tumbling from lips like those. “I’m sorry, I feel like I barged in here and took up your time. Not knowing anything… I’m sure you’re used to people with more knowledge than I do.” 

Shaking your head, you guide Jimin out of the office and lock it behind you. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?” 

It’s funny that he’s concerned about something like this, as if marijuana knowledge is so embarrassing not to have. 

When you turn around, you realize the two of you are standing way too close. Your apartment isn’t a shoebox, but it certainly isn’t large. The hallway is slim, and Hoseok has a million and one plants and decorative furniture scattered around for the “aesthetic,” which makes it even harder to navigate tight spaces. 

You’re not complaining, though. This close, you can see that Jimin is wearing contacts that make his eyes hazel, little flecks of orangish-brown highlighting his naturally dark irises. 

Jimin’s eyes drop to your lips, and you feel your stomach drop along with them. Even though you’re not touching each other, your skin tingles with the knowledge that you could be touching. He’s so close. All it would take is one tiny shuffle forward, and you could slot yourself against his nimble — but what you assume is a very solid — frame. 

“Yeah,” he speaks as he releases a soft exhale. You feel his warmth and shudder. “Thank you, still.”

“No problem,” you whisper. 

Jimin’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. His teeth draw it in slightly, and when he lets go, you can see how his lip bounces back into place. 

Dragging your eyes back to meet his takes an embarrassing amount of effort. He’s finally looking at your eyes, too, with an expression you don’t understand because you don’t really know him. 

“How much do I owe you?”

Right. Because he’s here with Yoongi for a reason. You swallow, turning your head to the side to hopefully break whatever spell Jimin and weed have put you under. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

Jimin inhales sharply, but you keep your eyes down. “I must pay you something. I don’t know what’s a standard amount.” 

If you were anyone else, you could honestly rip him off. The guy has no clue — he is even admitting that he doesn’t! But there are embers smoldering in the pit of your stomach. 

“Nope,” you say with a tone of finality. You can hardly think before your following words slip out of your mouth like snakes. “Pretty Boys get weed free of charge.” 

“W-w-what?” Jimin looks unbearably cute when he’s confused. It’s almost too much for you to handle. 

So you don’t. 

Without another word, you head back to the living room. Jimin follows silently. You’re sure his face is still painted with shock because Yoongi gives the two of you an odd look. 

“Right where I left you,” you tease.

Untangling his limbs from Hoseok’s, Yoongi lets out an old man grunt and stands. You hadn’t believed him when he said he wouldn’t be staying, but it’s clear that he’s sticking to his promise when he starts patting down his legs to make sure he has his keys. 

“Got what you need, Chim?” 

Chim? How close are Yoongi and Jimin? And why are you only now learning of this friendship? 

Jimin nods, his bottom lip between his teeth once again. He insists that you’ve been a great help to him, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours. It’s so different than his shy avoidance in class. 

“Don’t worry, Yoong,” you insist as you plop back on the couch. Your joint is patiently waiting for you. “I took good care of him.” 

🍃

You’ve never been very good at math, but it doesn’t take a mathematician to know that Pretty Boy Jimin ends up costing you hundreds of dollars as the semester progresses. 

All your peers will walk away from law school making six figures easily. But not you. You just had to give a shit about the world, didn’t you? You just had to pick an area of law that values protecting human rights over making a profit. 

God, being a good person is so hard! 

And now, Park Jimin is sucking you dry before you can even earn money. Every time his fat little ass sashays away from your apartment with another jar of free weed, you can practically hear the chime of money signs ringing out with each step. 

There’s a worse feeling, though. It hadn’t occurred to you until now, as you stand in the entranceway of Jimin’s apartment unit, your backpack carrying precious cargo inside slung over one shoulder. 

Allowing Jimin to walk out of your apartment with the Pretty Boy Discount of free marijuana hurts your pocket, but doing a free weed delivery is even more pathetic. You're wasting your own time and gas money to drive to Park Jimin’s motherfucking apartment to deliver him weed that you aren’t even going to charge him for simply because he’s hot. 

Maybe this is the terrible consequence of abstaining from sex to “focus on school” — as if smoking weed with Hoseok all day isn’t a distraction. But, on the other hand, maybe you just need to get laid. 

Dipping on this commitment would be easy, you think as you bounce on the balls of your feet. You could leave right now before Jimin answers the door, ask Hoseok to handle Jimin’s future requests, and put all of this behind you. But, of course, the entire situation is ridiculous anyway. You don’t even know Jimin. Not really. 

There’s a clicking sound from the other side of Jimin’s front door. Logically, you know it’s the sound of him unlocking the door, but your nerves tell you it’s the sound of your fate being locked into place. It may as well be because Jimin opens the door with a smile that puffs up his cheeks, his hair looks damp, and he smells like body wash. 

Fuck. 

“Hi!” His voice squeaks, but a deep cough returns it to a normal tone. “I mean, uh, I appreciate you coming by.” 

Your tongue presses into your cheek as you regard him for a moment. He might consider your silence as negative because he quickly sidesteps to allow you into his apartment. 

You give Jimin a smirk. “I think you should at least give me a tip.” 

“O-oh, I mean… oh, um,” he stutters, and you can’t help but laugh. 

A rush of air escapes your nostrils in a low-energy, nearly silent laugh. While coming to Jimin’s place might seem like a lot of effort, the truth is that you’re bored, and lately, you’ve been seeking anything to get your mind off the loneliness you feel when your apartment is dark and Hoseok is with Yoongi. 

So, even though part of you chastises yourself, you’re willing to risk looking pathetic or desperate if it means you can have someone to smoke with and get some time away from your too-quiet apartment. Not because Jimin is the most attractive person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. 

Jimin’s pretty eyes widen, and you quickly wave your hand to brush off his sudden panic. 

“I’m kidding,” you confess as you twist your backpack around your body to pull out a small glass mason jar. It’s cute how concerned he is. 

No, not cute. Naive. You shake yourself out of the feeling. 

”Well, come on then.” You walk through Jimin’s apartment into the living room. It’s your first time making a delivery with him, so you’ve never been to his apartment. Yet you walk through the building with unearned familiarity. You’ve got manners; sometimes, you choose not to use them.

“How have you and Hoseok been?” 

“Prepping for finals. And that fucking oral argument Kim’s got us doing,” you groan. School talk wasn’t something you had in mind when you showed up, but in the months you’ve spent getting to know Jimin more, you’ve learned he’s a total nerd. He’s probably excited about the assessment. 

“Sometimes I think he’s trying to kill us,” Jimin says with a slight grin. “Is it ethical, moral, or legal to terrify your students to the point of throwing up before evaluations?” 

“Don’t tease Yoongi like that! You know he has public speaking anxiety!” 

Jimin does a little half-skip to avoid your attempt to slap his chest. Although you know the both of you are drowning in student loans and law school tuition fees, the apartment is much nicer than expected. You wonder if Jimin has a roommate. He’s never mentioned one before.  

“Don’t tell him, or he’ll beat me up.” 

Eyerolls aren’t a commitment to anything, but you know Jimin knows you wouldn’t dare repeat his words. 

Plopping onto his couch, you scoot the coffee table between your knees and set the jar down. Beside the jar, you place everything you need to roll for Jimin, including a grinder and swishers. You could have rolled it all in advance, but you don’t like to feel rushed. Prepping is the best part. It relaxes you.

Jimin slowly slides into place beside you on the couch. He leaves enough room between the two of you to be respectful, although something tells you it’s less about his desire to make you feel comfortable and more about his discomfort. 

He’s nervous, but you don’t know why. He keeps dragging his palms against his thighs, roughly rubbing his jeans. Every once in a while, he lifts his hand to touch his bottom lip. Then, when you sneak a glance at him, he quickly turns away. There’s nothing of note to look at in the apartment, but he seems engrossed in something for those fleeting moments before you’re sure he’s looking at you once again. 

“I should probably learn how to do this… Like, properly… I can’t remember everything you did the first time,” Jimin mumbles. When you look up, his cheeks are dusted a light pink. 

“Sorry, I probably went too fast that time.” You give him an apologetic look that makes his face redden even more. “It’s not as hard as people make it out to be. Just need a good teacher.” 

If Jimin expects you to be his teacher again, he doesn’t say so. You could be. You can’t stop yourself from giving the guy free weed; you might as well add comprehensive rolling lessons in the mix. 

By this point, rolling a blunt is about muscle memory; you don’t have to use an ounce of brainpower. Your eyes can wander, sweep over the contents of Jimin's living room, your thoughts floating off to wonder about the little details of the man’s life you aren’t privy to. Who are his friends? Where is his family? You look for photographs on shelves or hanging on the walls, items that are a staple in your and Hoseok’s apartment. Would Yoongi be in any of his photos? So many people in the city come in like ghosts.

“Do you, um, would you like to stay?” 

Jimin's voice pulls you back to the living room, where your hands have already finished two blunts without you realizing it. 

"Isn’t that what you meant when you said I could smoke with you?" You question around the blunt you’ve brought between your lips, pausing to light it.

Jimin shakes his head, not as an answer to your question, but to himself. “Yes, of course.” 

“You wanna share this or smoke your own?" You can keep working on rolling the rest in the meantime.

Rather than answer your question verbally, Jimin does something that makes your heart fall into the pit of your fucking stomach. The supposedly shy, naive man parts his lips and juts his chin toward you. 

The meaning behind his action hits you in the chest immediately. You let your eyes drift over his mouth, and you try not to react when his tongue swipes across his bottom lip while he patiently waits for you to give him what he wants. And you’re gonna do it, too. No questions asked. 

Pinching the blunt between your middle finger and thumb, you twist on the couch to face Jimin with your legs tucked beneath you. Of course, if your fingertips brush against his lips when you place the blunt between them, that’s no one’s business, and you fucking plead the fifth, thanks. 

Jimin’s eyes never leave yours when he wraps his lips around the blunt and inhales. He takes the hit like a champ, not coughing once despite the smoke’s thickness when he exhales. It’s been a few months since he started coming to you for weed. You shouldn’t be proud of his improvement, but you are anyway. Even if it’s weird to be. 

“Thanks.” Jimin looks like a droopy-eyed dragon, eyes heavy and narrow when he expresses his appreciation. His voice is low and thick, and it makes your stomach swoop. 

You nod your head and take the blunt from him. “No problem.” 

Time is hardly discernible in normal circumstances for you, especially when you’re high. So you can’t imagine how long you sit with Jimin on his couch, watching smoke billow in the air and talking about how unfortunate it is that Frank Ocean and Rihanna ghosted the music industry. 

For a while, the two of you fall silent. You lean your head against the couch and close your eyes, content with listening to the music Jimin put on until another thought enters your mind. One you can’t bring yourself to ignore.  

“You ever fucked while you’re high?” 

You ask the question once you and Jimin have finished the first blunt and move on to the second. The lighter you’re using is hot pink with blue and purple flowers printed on it. Something feels fitting about that. 

The question takes you by surprise even though you’re the one asking it, unsure why you’re asking it aside from knowing the weed will make you more likely to speak your mind. Jimin, though. The poor guy is even more startled. As he should be, you think. 

His hand trembles slightly when he passes you the blunt when it’s your turn to take a hit. “Uhh, um, have I— what?” 

You roll your eyes and blow a smoke ring in Jimin’s direction. You wait for his coughing to subside before you repeat yourself. 

“Have you ever had sex while under the influence of marijuana, Jimin-ssi?”

“No…” 

“Hmm, you should. It’s really fun. Feels good.” 

“Oh.” 

“Do you wanna try it now?” 

It’s comical how Jimin gulps, literally gulps, like a fucking cartoon character. “Now?” 

Marijuana is an aphrodisiac. It won’t make Jimin want you, but it’s clear from his suggestive behavior that he already does. The weed will simply, hopefully, make him less nervous about it. 

You pretend you don’t notice how he shifts to press his thighs together on the couch. 

“Come on,” you encourage him. “Stop thinking so much.” 

You know you’re too forward and sudden, but it feels justified because you’ve been thinking about Jimin for months. The buildup over the past few months has been stifling. 

Giving consent is what finally unlocks something in Jimin. One moment he’s staring at you with wide, timid eyes; the next, he’s got his hand around your throat. 

With a light squeeze, Jimin pulls you into him to slot his lips with yours. Holding back a moan is nearly impossible when his tongue pries your lips open. It’s wet and hot, and your skin tingles when you taste the smoke on him when his tongue curls around your own. Smoking always makes you feel warm, but you feel like you’re on fire when Jimin whimpers into your mouth. His pace is unrelenting. You feel like you’re tripping over yourself as you attempt to keep up with the quick work of his lips. The effort has you practically straddling his lap. 

Tightening his grip on your throat, Jimin uses it to tilt you how he wants you. A pleased hum vibrates against your mouth when he hears you moan from the pressure of his fingers digging into the soft skin of your neck. It’s only when you start to get lightheaded, and your lips slow that Jimin finally pulls away. 

His eyes' heavy, sensual look remains, but you’re surprised to find his slick lips forced into a frown. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You could ask why, but you assume Jimin’s forwardness isn’t typical behavior. The good thing is that it is for you.

Rather than address the unnecessary tension, you let your lips do all the work and pull Jimin in for another ruthless kiss. 

“I don’t wanna hear any apologies from you,” you murmur against his mouth. “The only thing I want your lips doing is eating me out.” 

Jimin lets out a high-pitched whine that sets something dangerous off, buzzing through your body. “Please.” 

Maybe you’re pathetic with how quickly you strip yourself of your clothes, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. His eyes never leave your body as you toss the clothing onto the floor. “You’re so beautiful…” 

“Yeah?” You lean with your back against the arm of the couch, scooting down slightly so you can let your legs fall open. 

He nods sharply and is silent momentarily as he rubs his palms down the length of your legs, settling between them. 

"I've always wanted to talk to you," Jimin speaks with a hushed tone. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh. "I just get nervous. I'm sure that seems pretty lame." 

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. Every touch sends goosebumps pebbling across your skin. It’s exhilarating. You feel like your entire body is a hot wire, sparking and buzzing at a dangerous frequency. 

"Yoongi said this would be a good way for us to get to know each other. The weed, not this this!" It's shocking to you how adorable he can be at the same time he sucks the skin of your inner thigh into his mouth, swirling his tongue around after biting down hard enough to make you gasp. 

Your head falls back as you feel the tip of Jimin’s tongue drags along your clit. He swirls it around, drawing small circles in a steady rhythm. Every time his tongue pulls back, you can hear a soft smacking sound of his lips. He’s likely swallowing the drool collecting in his mouth. You’re sure he’s probably getting a bad case of cotton mouth from the excessive sound. 

It makes you smile knowing he’s that sensitive. It takes much more weed in your system to start feeling dry in the mouth, but you’ve been smoking more years than Jimin and at a higher frequency. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan out a misshapen puff of smoke when Jimin’s tongue returns to your clit. 

This time he wraps his plush lips around it and suckles lightly, using his tongue to flick from side to side. His little grunts and moans make your pussy vibrate, sending a tingling sensation through the inside of your thighs and down to your toes. 

Your hand shakes as you bring the blunt back to your lips. A whine tries to break through, but you force it back down your throat as you inhale more smoke. It’s hard when your body feels like it’s burning up. 

Every gentle touch of Jimin’s lips and tongue on your skin feels like a punch to your stomach in a way that is so deliriously delicious you can hardly take it. Wetness drips down your pussy and smears against your thighs, either from your arousal or Jimin’s drool or both, but you don’t care how messy it is when Jimin pulls back enough to spit more onto your clit. 

You let out a surprised sound, lifting your head slightly to see a string of saliva connect Jimin’s pouty bottom lip with your skin. 

Fuck, you didn’t think Pretty Boy had it in him. 

Using two fingers, Jimin spreads his spit around your clit, pushing it down until he slides into your pussy with ease. You didn’t need the extra lubrication, but you groan at the wet sound that echoes through Jimin’s apartment as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you. He brings his lips back to your clit, sucking harder and massaging your skin with his tongue even faster to match the pace his fingers take. 

When he finally locates the spot that makes your legs shake, hitting it repeatedly, you dig your fingers into his fluffy hair and yank his head back. 

“H-h-here,” you stutter, pressing the blunt against his lips. They’re shiny, and the idea of sticking a wet blunt between your lips makes you want to cringe, but you don’t care because his lips are shiny with you. 

Jimin doesn’t stop thrusting into you, but his pace slows as he concentrates on taking another hit. 

“I’m so fucking hard,” he groans. With the blunt between his lips, Jimin’s hands fly to unbutton his jeans. Another groan sounds around the blunt once he’s freed himself of the retraining pants. 

You let out a quiet sigh as you try to collect yourself while Jimin smokes. “I told you it feels good. It’s different, isn’t it?” 

“Mhmm…”

There’s a large wet patch staining the front of Jimin’s briefs. It makes the fabric stick to his cock, clearly outlining his length and girth — big enough to make you drool but small enough that you won’t go home sore and regretful. 

“Lemme ride you.” You use your free hand to push Jimin into the back of the couch. He plants his feet on the floor and spreads his thighs as you get comfortable in his lap. “Wanna smoke the rest while we fuck.” 

Your head is in the clouds, your body melting like butter as Jimin skirts his hands along your sides. He eventually pauses to squeeze your hips, and you swear you can feel him all over you. 

It’s quick work, tugging down the final article of clothing separating the two of you. It’s hard not to stare, especially when Jimin twitches and shivers with every light touch of your fingertips along the ridges and veins of his cock. 

Your clit drags against the head of his cock when you adjust in his lap, and you let out a ragged moan. 

“Soaked,” Jimin murmurs, “You’ve got me all wet.” 

It’s true. Jimin’s thighs glisten from where you’ve leaked all over him. Your clit throbs so much it’s beginning to hurt from the sensitivity. 

“Condom,” you practically wheeze out. “If you go in raw, you’re probably gonna bust a nut immediately, and I’m not interested in that for many reasons.” 

Jimin’s face turns even pinker. 

“O-okay, give me a second, please.” So fucking polite, and for what? 

He holds you at the base of your spine with one hand as he leans forward to snatch his jeans with his other hand. There’s a condom in his wallet, so you assume your classmate isn’t all innocent. 

It’s quick work rolling the condom on. Uninterested in teasing yourself further because you feel like you’ll die if you don’t orgasm soon, you push Jimin hard against the back of the couch. You slip down his cock with ease, with no stretch or sting, from how turned on you are. 

“I feel like I’m already gonna come.” Jimin throws his head back against the couch. 

His lips fall open, and you quickly snatch the blunt from them so it doesn’t fall and burn one of you. He looks beautiful, angelic even. His lips are puffy and pink, his cute little mismatched front teeth peeking out. His tongue flicks around his mouth as his breathing grows heavier. 

You squeeze one of his shoulders with your free hand while your other keeps the blunt pinched to your lips. As you take a drag, you lift your hips and quickly bring them back down, your ass slapping Jimin’s thighs as you engulf his cock again. Your skin sounds wet and sticky, but Jimin’s whine drowns out the sound. 

“Shit,” he hisses. Blunt nails dig into your skin, but it doesn’t hurt; it only feels good. Everything feels so good. 

You hardly notice how hard you shake as you slam yourself down on Jimins’ cock again. Your head is too spacey to go fast, but you do your best to set a steady pace of bouncing on Jimin’s cock. It doesn’t matter if he’s already going to come. You feel your orgasm building up with every squeeze of his fingers and the pathetic moans from his mouth. 

You lean forward to latch your lips to the base of Jimin’s neck when he again drops his head. Pulling the skin into your mouth, you suck hard. You know the shock the discomfort will send across his body, pain that quickly morphs into pleasure and makes his cock twitch inside you. 

“Jesus Christ.” Jimin reaches up to brush his bangs away from his eyes. Sweat makes the hair remain in place, pushed up, making him look as wrecked as he sounds. His cheeks are bright red now, and the color bleeds down his neck, where you’re sure his chest is bright red, too. 

Fuck, why didn’t you take off his shirt? It feels like a quick and dirty fuck, although you’re not sure you want it to be. You’re unsure what you want this to be or mean. Or how you want it to feel. 

All you know is that you feel like you’ll come at the sight of Jimin’s toned stomach and chest when you pull the hem of his shirt up to bunch it right above his nipples. 

Holding onto the fabric gives you more leverage to pick up your pace. It’s needed because Jimin is a puddle beneath you. His arms are tossed to his slides like they’re made out of rubber, flopped onto the couch cushions. He can barely lift his hips. He only makes a few weak attempts to thrust into you before he’s whining again, head lolled to the side with furrowed eyebrows. He looks so fucked out. 

“Please, ahh, fuck, please,” Jimin begs, though you’re not sure for what. 

“Wanna come, pretty boy?” You squeeze his t-shirt harder and yank it slightly, just enough to pull Jimin’s back a few inches from the couch. “You’re gonna have to work harder. I already gave you so much.” 

Jimin’s eyes roll in pleasure when you clench around him, little “oh’s” and “ah’s” punched out of him. “Okay, yes, yes, fuck, yes, I’ll be soooo—”

You bring his hands back to your waist as he babbles. The contact must give him a bit of clarity because he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and begins to thrust into you hard. 

“I’ll. Be. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word is punctuated by a mind-shattering thrust as Jimin pulls you down onto his cock. 

If you were on the edge before, you’re falling by the time he picks up the pace and thrusts into you even harder. The buildup was long and hot, yet your orgasm hits you so hard it might as well have been a surprise. 

You curl into yourself and press your face into the crook of Jimin’s neck while he continues his unforgiving rhythm until he comes with a choked-out moan of your name. 

The silence should be uncomfortable. How awkward and irrational was it to simply… tell Jimin that you wanted to fuck? And for Jimin to go along with it? Casual hookups aren’t really your thing. Pretty Boy Jimin seems to be the exception for everything, though. 

Heavy breathing fills the silence as the two of you try to calm down, your chests rising and falling in tandem. It’s comforting to lean all your weight on Jimin, despite how his bunched-up t-shirt presses uncomfortably into your chest. Even the feeling of his cock softening inside of you doesn’t bother you any. 

At some point, Jimin had placed the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table. It's shocking that he had the mind to do so; you would have accidentally burned a hole into his comfy, expensive-looking couch. It's a good thing you had the mind to use a condom. Imagine burn marks and cum stains. Sheesh. 

The kiss Jimin presses to your temple when he turns his head feels way more domestic than you deserve. You smile, teeth pressed against his skin, despite yourself. You can blame the giddiness you feel on the weed, and not whatever Pretty Boy Jimin has done to trigger warmth inside your chest. 

“I think I gave you more than the tip…” 

With narrowed eyes, you lift your head from Jimin’s neck to look him square in the face so quickly that you’re worried you might pull a muscle in your neck. “You’re not fucking funny.” 

Jimin lets his head fall back to laugh hard enough that his eyes squeeze shut. It’s so endearing that you overlook such a bad joke. Pretty Boy Jimin seems to get away with a lot. You don’t mind it as much as you act like you do. 

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Reaction during and after reading: AHHHHHHH OMG?? Please the way my head broke for Yoongi!! But I get it, we understand, and we gots to respect boundaries but omg I want to cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. He’s such so soft and gentle and we appreciate his vulnerability 😭😭!! Also Yerin?? Ideas?? 👀 what ideas babe spill the TEA! Also also omg what was Namjoon gonna say, who likes? Ahh so much excitement and little tidbits going in this story it had me kicking my legs and waving my hands . The play by play was HOT okay?? ALSO JIMIN 😮‍💨😍🥵 such a mischievous little shit, please that was so freaking hot. Another amazing chapter and excited for more and the potential bonus chapter!!

Accuracy Purposes | Unorthodox 26

Rating/genre: M (18+); smut 💖, fluff, light angst; Idol!AU Pairings: Jimin x Reader(f), Yoongi x Reader(f), referenced Tahyung x Jimin (in the series: OT7 x Reader(f), Taehyung x Jimin, and more) Summary: Your mind's a bit all over the place but Yoongi grants you a tiny nugget of clarity. Jimin helps you to process it, in his own way. Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, fingering, grinding, teasing, use of 'baby', 'good girl', dom!Jimin, a little bit of comfort, slight patronization, praise, implied squirting, reader gets called 'woman' playfully, Yerin's back!, manhandling/ restraining Word Count: 9.3k Posted: May 15, 2023

A/N: I have decided to continue the story in present tense bc I’m finding it easier to write this way! I do apologize if the change bothers anyone – it bothers me to be honest – but I think this will help me not get blocked while writing :) thank you for your kind understanding haha

Series Masterlist - chapters with smut are marked with a 💖

You wake up slowly with Namjoon, totally enveloped by him. It’s an amusing struggle to twist in his embrace so that you can lay on your back, rub the sleep from your eyes, remember where you are – you slept that fucking good. Dead to the world. 

But with remembering where you are comes remembering everything else. And unfortunately, you care about Yoongi’s feelings. You care about them a lot. Not that he has feelings. But you're sick of him being unhappy with you, if that’s what you can call it. You need to talk. You can’t keep kissing and not talking. 

Namjoon breathes in deeply, squirming a little until his lips are pressed against your shoulder. One kiss. Two kisses.

“Mm. Is this ok?” he asks against your skin, tired voice coated in a surprising amount of uncertainty.

It makes you huff a little laugh. “Of course.”

“Ok, sorry,” he says, now all cuteness, wrapping you up so you’re even more intertwined in his warm comforting weight. “I promise I’ll stop asking.”

“You don’t ever have to stop asking,” you answer simply. “I don’t mind.”

He pauses then chuckles a little at himself. “I’ve never had someone, like, directing me and reassuring me like this before. It’s… kind of nice.”

A smile stretches across your mouth. “Nice to not be in charge all the time?”

“Hey, I didn’t say you were in charge,” he changes his tune, pausing the way he’s still pressing his lips against you to look up at your face. “I told you last night…”

“You told me last night…” you echo, amused, tilting your head to look down at him; he looks so adorable cuddled up against you. 

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nah,” you say through a laugh. “You’re just so nice to me–”

“Gah, stooop. I’m not too nice to–...” 

Him stopping himself, looking off with a shake of his head, only intrigues you more. Whatever he was going to say, you are 100% certain you want him to do it to you. Literally no doubt in your mind. 

When he looks at you again, you're smirking knowingly. “To…?” you ask and it’s obviously to tease, the way your eyebrows push up a little. 

He breaks into another chuckle, painfully cute because he’s getting shy. 

“You’re less talkative than you were last night, “ you note softly, shifting onto your side to face in, keeping the blanket pulled up over your shoulders. 

“Yeah, I get a little… carried away sometimes,” he admits, scrunching his features up in a bit of a wince. 

“Mm,” you hum in approval before you can stop yourself. 

He smiles wide before leaning forward the couple inches to press his plush lips against yours. Then he mumbles, “Do you like that?” and you almost shiver. Because, yes, you certainly do like that. 

You hum once more, nodding your head slightly, but you’re grasping onto him again, sucking a little on the lip that you find between yours. 

When your phone buzzes, you ignore it until it’s going off a second and third time and you realize that it’s actually a call coming in. 

“Do you want to get that?” he whispers just as you pull away.

“Yeah, I suppose I should.” You sigh for effect, rolling towards the nightstand on your side, finding that it’s Yerin’s name lighting up your screen. “Hellooo?”

“Hi babe.”

“Hi,” you say warmly, unable to help your smile. 

“Did you just wake up?” she asks.

“Maybe...” you say coyly, rolling back over to eye Namjoon who’s still lying there, gorgeous chest now exposed. 

She chuckles. “Cryptic. I love it.”

Her teasing has you smiling wider. 

“Are you free today… by any chance?”

“For you? Of course.”

“Oo, cheesy. Even better.”

Namjoon sends you a questioning look as you laugh. 

“You love it. … What are we doin’?”

“A little birdie told me you dance.”

“Oh no,” you say reflexively, immediately skeptical. “I mean…”

“We’re taking a class–”

“Yerin…” you whine, already stressed at the idea of dancing with other people, especially when the instruction would be in a language you don’t know. 

“It’ll be so fun! Then we can get food after. Don’t say no. Please don’t say no,” she continues. 

You roll your eyes with your sigh. Obviously, you aren’t going to say no. It’ll be refreshing being out and about with her. 

Upon hanging up, you notice you have unread messages as well – from a certain Christopher Bang. But it isn’t until you and Joon have both pulled yourselves from the bed and separated to get ready for the day that you actually read them.

You’ve messaged a few times back and forth over the last couple days, mostly just to get him caught up on the fact that you are in the country for an undetermined amount of time and that, no, you haven’t really explored the city much yet. 

BC: I could help? 😛 BC: Could take you to a favourite restaurant if you wanted YN: Can you do that though? YN: I mean I’m down, just don’t want you getting yourself into trouble!

He replies by the time you’re dressed and ready, heading into the kitchen for something to munch on before Yerin arrives. 

BC: Don’t you worry about me haha BC: It's a really small place anyway BC: There’s like two tables lol BC: You’ll see what I mean

You like the idea of dinner with Chris – beyond being super nice, he’s really attractive. And obviously, the concern about someone being a couple years younger than you no longer plagues you in the slightest. 

But there is a little twinge inside you at the thought of Jungkook. He’s clearly trying so hard. Will actually spending time with someone else help or hinder him in navigating his feelings about it all?

He’s in the kitchen already, gifting you the perfect opportunity to talk to him before you reply – as much as the idea of bringing it up to him again makes you a tiny bit nervous. 

When JK looks up at you and smiles brightly, you feel eased immediately, coming up behind him to lean your weight on his shoulders, your hands sliding down to enjoy the feel of him through his shirt.

“Good morning.” One hand comes up, sliding along the side of your neck gently to welcome you against him, guiding you even, to nuzzle your face to the side of his.

“Mmm, morning,” you hum back, slipping down into the chair next to him but hovering close, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. You let your hand rest on his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

He just turns his head to you, smiling around the bite he was chewing. 

“If I… hangout with Bang Chan… is that going to be uncomfortable for you at this point?”

Finishing his bite, he processes for a short moment before lightly shaking his head. “I don’t think so.” His eyes are on the table – perhaps he’s still trying to decide how he feels, or how honest to be – so you give him another moment. “What are you gonna do?”

“Just going to get some food together, I think,” you explain simply. “Not today though. I’m hanging out with Yerin today.”

“Oh, nice,” he says, taking a bite, head bobbing in another nod.

You smile over at him, squeezing his thigh, the smile growing a bit more when he meets your eyes again, looking genuinely happy. “You’re cute. Come here,” you whisper, reaching for his chin to pull his mouth to yours. 

He surprises you a little, leaning into the kiss more than you’d expected, kissing you a little harder than you had planned, but you aren’t complaining, even if he does take like his cereal. “I almost hauled you out of that hot tub,” he admits, smirking down at his bowl as he gathers his final bite on his spoon

“You almost killed me,” you tease back, only slight accusation in your voice. 

His smile’s even cheekier now. “I think you can handle it.”

“You bet your ass I can.” You stand, giving his shoulder one more squeeze before you head to the fridge to do what you actually came in there to do. 

-

Yerin takes you to the dance class by subway, showing you how to do everything along the way. You haven’t thought much about going out and about all on your own but now that you have done it once, it honestly feels like a breeze. 

The dance class on the other hand… not a breeze. You’re winded after ten minutes, mind on overload from the teacher speaking in Korean half the time, making it difficult to follow. And as much as Yerin helps you, the class is obviously for dancers more advanced than you. You do ok, but that’s really it – just ok. 

The two main things you come out of it knowing: you seriously need to take more classes, and Yerin looks fucking hot when she dances. Not a surprising fact but a surprisingly distracting one for sure.

There’s ten minutes before the next class starts so you stretch a little longer while she chats with Soyeon, a friend she has at the studio. You’re going to be so sore, it’s not even funny, already able to feel the tightness in your shoulders. 

The room clears out and she plops back down next to you, mirroring your stretch. At least you’re quite flexible. It’s one thing you can almost match her in.

“So, maybe we pick up some food and you can come back to mine? I’m assuming you probably want to shower,” she offers, pressing her forehead to her knee. 

“Yeah,” you say through a breathy chuckle, feeling the way your top sticks to your back right as she says the words. “Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s a good thing I’m here. Or else you’d never leave that man cave.” Turning to you, she smirks, catching the way you shake your head in exaggerated shame.

You switch legs, feeling the satisfying stretch through your hamstring. “They’re not totally disgusting at least. I’m actually pretty impressed.”

“I’m sure you are.”

You toss an arm out to smack at her shoulder. “Stop saying everything like that.”

“Like what?”

You stare her down; she knows. “Like it’s an innuendo.”

“Oh, come on, this is the most interesting thing going on in my life…” she starts, making you laugh. “I thought secretly dating an idol was plenty exciting… how wrong was I?”

“I might be going on a date with someone else,” you say quieter, not even looking at her because you already know how she’s going to react.

“What?” flies from her mouth. "What are you talking about?” The words are so fast it almost doesn’t sound like English. It makes you laugh. Then she’s nudging you with her foot. “Y/N.”

Your laugh gets deeper in your belly when you turn and see her distraught face. “I don’t actually know if it’s a date yet,” you clarify, sitting up and reaching for your sweater to pull on over top. 

“Who are you talking about?” she asks, determined to get the tea. Not that you plan to keep it from her but it’s just so funny to hear the way her voice lilts into a startled pitch. 

“You know Stray Kids?”

“Of course I know Stray Kids,” she answers quickly before the words dawn on her further. “Stop. Stop, right now. Which one? Aren’t they young?”

“Come on, we should go,” you tell her, standing up as you eye the new students that have started to file in. 

She follows, gathering her things quickly and ushering you out. “Why do you do this to me…? Y/N….”

You just giggle, leaning into her as you walk side by side out of the studio. “We’re in public so I do have to be a little careful, don’t I?”

She pauses, catching your arm to stop you too before the both of you head in the direction of the subway station. “Whisper it in my ear.”

You do as asked and then she’s nearly shrieking again, looking at you with her eyebrows a mile high. Through more laughter, you assure her: “I’ll tell you more once we get there.”

-

Yerin pops the lid off her take-out container but she’s already looking, earning an eyebrow raise from you. 

“Can I help you?”

“We’re no longer in public.”

You roll your eyes, cracking apart your chopsticks. “I don’t even know if it’s a date to be honest,” you share with a slight shake of your head. And you don’t. You can assume all you want but nothing Chris has said to you has made you sure he’s interested in you in that way. 

“But he asked you to go out with him?”

“Dinner, yeah.”

“You’re texting?”

You nod. 

“How did he get your number?”

“... He asked for it. On New Years.”

Yerin smirks, a little smug – she already knew that – as she picks up her first bite. 

“Ok, yes. It suggests… interest. But I just don’t want to go into it thinking it’s a date if it’s not. That will be a lot more… awkward. Internally.”

She laughs, nodding in agreement. “What if it is?”

You shrug in response but your little smile gives you away.

“You’re crazy, woman.”

It takes you a second to figure out what to say, shaking your head, because you know it’s silly. In comparison to how most people do things, you do sound kind of crazy. “I know, I know. I sound a little nuts.” You reach for your drink but stop before it gets to your mouth. “But he’s… he’s cute,” you say simply. “And I’m not taken. Could be fun.”

“Mhm…” she starts, finishing chewing before she looks over to you and continues. “Are you going to explain to him? The… whole thing?” she asks, waving her chopsticks around in a little circle. 

“If it goes that direction then, yeah, of course. The only thing making this work with all the guys is us talking about it. So, if Chris hears the situation, wants to bow out then that’s cool. I would understand. Obviously.”

“Right,” she says with a nod, thinking about it more seriously now. “They’re really not jealous?”

“Not really. In fact…” you pause, playing over the events of the night before lightning fast in your mind. 

You must be smiling because Yerin is staring at you.

“In fact, they…” How do you say this? “I think it may end up being more fun than any of us realized.”

She frowns dramatically, blinking at you, but it also looks like she’s about to laugh once more. “What in the world does that mean?”

“Ok… I’m gonna tell you but it’s only because you’re the only person I get to tell all this to.”

“How are there still things I don’t know yet?” she practically shouts, grabbing at your forearm. 

A laugh vibrates out of you, especially knowing what you’re about to say. “It might end up being a thing where… multiple are comfortable…” you start to explain, trailing off suggestively, still unsure the right way to phrase what seemed to be happening last night. 

Did you now know for sure that you would enjoy having sex with multiple of them at once? Yes. But was that something you had discussed? Not yet. So, the future was still pretty blurry.

“Shut up,” she says, shaking your arm slightly. “Shut up.”

You just keep laughing, sure that she’s caught on enough.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, really. Yet. But the three younger ones…" You click your teeth. "They’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“You’re gonna sleep with them together?” she asks, too amused for her own good. She’s stopped eating entirely, just staring at you with a big goofy grin. 

“I–I don’t know,” you say, getting bashful finally, smiling down at your food. 

“That sounds… hot. Don’t tell Jin I said that,” she adds quickly before breaking into laughter, seeming surprised at her own words. 

Your turn a smirk on her to joke: “Jin’s not really into sharing?”

“Oh,” she muses, bobbing her head a little. “We’ve literally never talked about it. But I would assume not. Then again, if I asked him to bring in another girl to join us, would he really say no?” she jokes, chuckling to herself as she turns back forward, reaching for her drink. 

“Mm, true. … You guys are too cute though. The way he looks at you…”

She smiles to herself, obviously picturing it. “Yeah, he’s kind of the best.”

You smile too. It genuinely makes you happy that Jin has someone so wonderful. And Yerin too. 

“Damn, now you’re giving me ideas,” she mumbles, hiding her face a little with her hand.

“Am I?” That was not really what you’d expected her to say. “Is it… good? Between you and him? 

“Oh, yeah,” she responds right away, a sure nod coming with it. “It’s so good. He’s, like… What’s too much information?”

“Babe, I just told you I might have a foursome.”

She squawks out a laugh. “True! Ok, fair. Well, then, he…” She’s waving her chopsticks around again, searching for the words she wants. “He’s, like, huge.”

You try to stifle your laughter. Somehow that was still not what you had been expecting her to say. “Is he? Not that I’m doubting but…”

“Nah, it’s…pffhhh,” she blows air out through her lips in a dramatic sigh. As if words could not do him justice. 

“Ok...” you say, trying not to smirk too widely. It is her boyfriend you’re talking about. “Good to know.”

She’s laughing again, a bit flustered. “There, you can add that to your spreadsheet.”

“My spreadsheet…” you repeat, equally amused at the thought. “Nah, the spreadsheet is reserved for the dicks I actually see. For accuracy purposes,” you joke. 

“Right, right, of course.”

-

The friend time is incredibly rejuvenating, even more so than you realized it would be. After all, you have spent almost all waking moments with at least one of the guys since you arrived five days ago. It’s good to have a break. It’s good to clear your head a little.

You take the subway back on your own, a little awkward, a little nervous, not totally sure the whole time that you’re going the right way. But you manage, with the help of your phone, lost in your thoughts the whole way. 

Thoughts of the future primarily – which you are still preoccupied with way more than you’d like to be. Part of you is so at peace with going with the flow, really doing whatever you want, and part of you is completely obsessed with figuring out the next move. You can tell it's the part of you that is used to living for other people.

When you think about home and your family, you can’t stop wondering what they think of all this. Are they judging you? Are they disappointed in you for – what? Running away from your problems, so to speak?

But when you think harder about what you would be “running away” from, what is there really? The job you don’t care to go back to? The apartment you’re subletting while you’re gone? The couple best friends you have that live hours away anyways?

Being here is not only more fun, more exhilarating, but you also have bonded with the guys so much. Is it totally crazy for you to consider staying, at least for now? 

You exit the station, wandering back the way you walked with Yerin many hours before. When you get to the property, you have to go through the security, not realizing what a huge thing it would be since you haven’t entered without them before. 

Once you’re finally in, you input the code for the entrance to the dorms and slip inside quietly. You’re weirdly excited to see whoever’s there, after spending much of the day away from all of them.

It’s around dinner time and you can already smell food as you walk towards the kitchen, a bunch of takeout laying strewn across the island. Once you're through the arch, you look to your right, finding Jin, Yoongi, Jimin and Hobi all in the living area, sprawled across the furniture, nearly empty dishes on the coffee table in the middle.

“There she is,” Jin greets, without moving a muscle. “How was your day? Was my girlfriend nice to you?”

“She’s pretty much the love of my life,” you say out of the corner of your mouth before wincing at him. “Hate to break it to you…”

“Are those her clothes?” Jin asks, scandalized, and the other three snicker. 

You tug at the borrowed t-shirt, looking down at it as you wander around the couch, then shrug cutely. “Oops.”

“야…” he scoffs, making you giggle as you plop down on the floor in between his and Yoongi’s feet. 

“Why are you down there?” the latter asks. “You can sit up here, you know.”

“I know.” You fight the urge to look up at him, tempted to read his face. “I just kind of want to stretch a bit more so…” Saying that, you lean forward, butterflying your legs until you feel the stretch in your lower back, a little telling sound coming out of you.

“Sore already?” Hobi asks. 

“Hey, I haven’t danced since that day with you on the island.”

“Oh, yeah, that was fun,” he chirps back. “Can I teach you again?”

“Of course, silly. I think I need the help anyways,” you say through a groan before lifting back up, about to switch to a different stretch.

But before you can, two hands are on your shoulders, thumb pressing into the tightness of your traps. You sigh audibly before you can even question who it is but it doesn't take long for you to piece together that it is undoubtedly Yoongi, working your upper back, kneading over knots outwards from your spine. 

The thought makes you want to shiver, mostly because it’s unexpected. Frankly, you’d thought he was going to avoid you, even be cold with you all over again, after passing you in the hallway last night. It’s relieving – and refreshing – for him to not be acting as such. 

You try to stop the goosebumps, the little chill that runs over you each time he hits a good spot, making you want to groan. It kind of makes everything else fade away and without realizing it, you’re pushing back into his hands for more pressure.

“Here,” he says quietly, then he’s adjusting to be right behind you, directing you so he can reach more easily.

“Mmh, thank you,” is all you can think to say, the words coming out soft and dreamy, more of a mumble than anything. 

Now that he’s closer, his legs pressed on either side of you, he digs in a bit more, not being shy with the way he rolls over the knots along your shoulder blades, pulling audible breaths from you.

Your neck is loose, eyes closed, just letting the motions move through you because it feels so fucking good. Actual moans threaten, getting caught by your lips. But the fact that you’re more hesitant to make noise in front of other members for something non-sexual than for something sexual is… interesting. 

It almost feels like he’s trying to pull a sound from you, noticing when you twitch a little at a certain spot and then focusing there some more. And then you finally do, letting out a quiet little ‘mmm’ when another chill shakes your shoulders. 

“That ok?” he asks softly, and it’s only then that you realize the other guys are talking while he’s focused entirely on you. Similarly, you’re paying attention only to Yoongi’s touch, your mind immediately going all the other places you would want his hands to be. 

“Mhm, so good,” you breathe in response, trying not to make it sound sexual. But it’s insane the effect he has on you. He’s only touching your back so why does it feel like he’s everywhere?

He breathes out just a little, a tiny huff of amusement, and it makes you want to curse him out. If he can read your mind, you’re screwed. But then again, you would’ve been screwed from day one. “Move your hair,” he says, tracing his hands up your neck to lift it, sending another chill through you. 

It’s not fair but you listen to him, quickly tying up your hair so he can continue unobstructed. 

He’s got the back of your neck in his dominant hand now, thumb on one side, fingertips pressing on the other in little circles, slowly working down onto the tightness of the junction of your shoulders. 

Then you’re groaning, a lazy “fuuuck” that makes the other guys laugh. You can’t even be bothered enough to say anything in defense, the slight embarrassment nothing compared to the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Should we leave you two alone or…?” Jin jokes through a laugh, Hobi and Jimin giggling with him. 

“I don’t think she minds,” Jimin mutters, obviously through a smirk, and you promise yourself that one of these days, you are going to smack him. Just not now. You don’t want to move right now. 

“Shut your mouth,” you say meekly instead, feeling your neck and face grow hot. 

Yoongi can probably feel it too. But he doesn’t stop, shifting forward a bit more on the couch so that you’re more between his legs and he can guide you forward, slide his hands down your back and massage lower. 

He’s not meaning anything by it; you know it’s just a massage. But you can’t help the thoughts. You want to kiss him again, on the lips, and then a few more places. Why is he the one person you feel like you can’t just talk to?

Even though them leaving was a joke, the other three trickle out, taking their dishes with them. It makes it easier to let out another sound, a low hum of satisfaction.

“Should I keep going?” he asks casually. 

“You don’t have to.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You let out a breath, not quite a laugh, because he’s working out another knot and it hurts just the right amount. “Your hands are going to get tired.”

Now he’s laughing a little. And it’s hot, even just his scoff of a laugh. 

“Thank you for this…” you whisper, letting your head rest over onto his thigh. 

He just continues, seemingly unbothered but you can’t see his face so who is to know?

“We… should talk,” you say after another minute – a minute of telling yourself over and over that it’s a good idea. 

“Talk about what?” he replies, his motions unwavering. 

Your eyes flutter open, his head lifting back up. This is why you feel like you can’t just talk to him. Everything feels encoded somehow. How could he think there was anything to talk about other than the kiss last night followed by him cursing in regret and retreating?

He slips his hands back up, landing them gently on the tops of your shoulders with a light final squeeze.  When you turn, he’s looking down at you. He’s going to make you say it. Either that, or he’s an idiot – and you already know that one’s not true.

“Last night?” you suggest, turning around to face him fully. 

He blinks away, looking down at where his hands now rest on his knees. He sucks a bit of air through his teeth, head tilting awkwardly, before answering:  “That probably shouldn’t happen again.”

It’s not what you expected to hear. And the way he says it so simply kind of just makes it worse. Your heart begins to hammer a little when you softly ask: “Why?”

“Ah, I’m... not cut out for this.” He’s still not looking at you. 

“‘Cause of the others,” you say, just to make sure.

He nods, pressing his lips together, seemingly force of nervous habit.

The thing is you can’t even be mad. At the mixed signals, sure. But not at the fact that he’s obviously not comfortable with getting involved in the arrangement that’s going on. 

You hum a little note of understanding, trying not to let disappointment seep into it. But it’s probably clear anyway. You’ve never been good at hiding stuff like that. Still, you try to force a little smile, looking right at his eyes to see if he’ll meet you.

He actually does, and then his hand is lifting, going to your jaw, caressing it gently as his gaze flicks over your face. He’s still so serious, maybe a little unsure, even as he leans forward a little, and your chin tips up unconsciously.

He’s kissing you before you can comprehend what’s happening, a still press of his lips against yours until you both take in a delayed breath and start to kiss for real, as if someone finally pressed ‘play’ on the paused TV. 

Your hand comes up, cupping his neck, thumb brushing over his throat then to the underline of his jaw. At the same time, you push up onto your knees as smoothly as you can, wanting to be closer, more level, because he’s still kissing you – fuck – opening his mouth a little more to let you in, to suck your lip before his tongue slides over yours. 

He pulls, fingers tangled in your hair, holding the back of your head to keep you, while your free hand slides up his thigh to his hip. You’re not sure what you’re trying to accomplish, where you want him to go, but you grip anyway, attempting to tug him to you. 

You moan a little just as you pull away. It’s primarily to breathe but also to think because you’ve realized it’s an impossible task when you’re kissing him. When you look at him from just a couple inches away, his eyes are still closed, perfect lips still dropped open a smidge. You want to kiss them again, bite them, suck them. You want to take a picture of how he looks just like this.

But now you know. And now you have a conscience, so you pull back further, letting your hands slip down his body until there’s no body left. 

You’re quiet as you sit back down onto your feet, watching your own hands flatten onto the tops of your thighs. 

He lets out a long breath, keeping his gaze down as he too pulls back, a little pain twisting in your stomach when there’s no longer a part of him touching you. 

“You see why I end up confused?” you whisper gently.

“I’m sorry,” he says right away, coming up to press thumb and forehead to his temples. 

The look of regret from last night was unpleasant but the look of disappointment in himself now is so much worse. 

“Hey, it’s fine,” you say as comfortingly as you can manage considering how your body is still coursing with adrenaline. “I heard you. … I know where you’re at… and…” You shrug a little. “We’re good. …We’re good, ok?”

He nods, mouth in a flat line, following when you go to get up and transforming seamlessly back into himself. It would be comforting if it didn’t just make it glaringly obvious how good he is at hiding what’s going on in his mind. 

It’s once your back inside your room, alone, sinking in to your bed, that it hits you that that was it. There’s your answer. He doesn’t want to get caught up in all of this, sharing you with the others. 

So…

Nothing can happen with Yoongi. 

-

You’re still lying in the dark, distraction by way of your phone in your hand hovering over your face, when you hear a knock on your door. 

For a moment, you assume it’s Yoongi and that stupid excitement returns as much as you really wish it wouldn’t. But when you tell them to come in, it’s Jimin who enters, immediately chuckling at your strange position. 

“Why are you in the dark?” he asks cutely, shutting the door behind him and crawling up beside you. “Can I?” he asks and you give him the go ahead before he turns on the lamp atop your nightstand. 

You lock your phone, tossing it semi-dramatically to the other side of the bed.

He frowns a little, heading tilting as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head and you mean it because it feels silly to be sad at all. Because you’re sad about what? Not getting to be intimate with one person? Totally ridiculous. 

“What?” he says, smiling that pretty smile. He drops down to an elbow to lay alongside you, watching closely, concern growing, as you try to decide what to say.

“Nah, I’m ok,” you say softly.

“Noona…” he says as if teasing you for brushing it off. It makes you smile more genuinely.

“I… Do you actually want to know?”

“Of course,” he says, scooting closer to you and slipping an arm under your neck to wrap you up in pre-emptive comfort. But it’s still so cute, the way he does it, that it has you giggling. 

You cuddle into him, rolling onto your side to bring your leg over his. “Um… you know how Yoongi and I kissed on New Years? We kissed again too. But he… he doesn’t want to get involved in all this,” you explain, trying to sound nonchalant about it. 

“Ah,” he breathes out then pauses, just holding you against him. 

“It’s fine, like I totally get it. But… yeah, I just feel bad. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Ever.”

“Mm, ok,” he says, voice low and soothing. “Did he say he’s uncomfortable?”

“Not, like, in those words. But, I don’t know. He literally said we shouldn’t and then kissed me like 10 seconds later, so…” You sigh, trying not to think too much about how good it felt. 

He lets out a little breath of amusement. “That’s confusing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” you agree through a similar little chuckle. “Anyway…” 

He brings his other arm around you, rubbing your side with his thumb. “It’ll be fine.”

“I know.” You nod against him. “I just gotta… not think about him that way.”

“Mhm.” He waits a moment before adding: “You can think about me that way.”

You laugh into his neck, rolling farther onto him. “You know I do.”

“Mm, good.”

“Even if you’re a pain in my ass sometimes.”

“Pft…” He pokes at your side, making you jump as you laugh. 

“It’s true. I don’t know why you like to torture and embarrass me so much–”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The hot tub last night.”

“Oh, yeah, that must’ve been horrible for you,” he says flatly, dropping his hands to the mattress only for you to grab at them again to wrap them back around you. 

“Sometimes you talk and I just want to smack you, you know that?”

“You can smack me,” he says, surprising you a little – enough for you to lift your head and grin down at him. “What? You like that idea?”

“I… I don’t know,” you say a little shyly before leaning in to kiss him. It really is hard to look at his face for longer than ten seconds without kissing those gorgeous lips. It’s soft, sensual, as usual with Jimin and, honestly – it wipes your mind clean. 

He smiles into it, pulling back a tiny bit. “So cute.”

You shake your head a little, pressing in again. The idea of smacking Jimin suddenly sounds even better, if only for the fact that he sounds like he would enjoy it. The thought makes you giddy in a new way. 

“Can I tell you something?” he asks quietly as you rest your head back on his shoulder.

“Of course.”

“I went to Taehyungie’s room when we got out of the hot tub.”

You lift up once more to watch as a smile spreads across his lips; he must be satisfied with your reaction, your eyebrows pushed up in surprise at the revelation. “Oh,” you say, immediately breaking into a cheeky smile. Is it finally your turn to tease him?

He looks giddy himself, the way his cheeks are bunched up a bit, eyes full of mischief. 

“And?” you say when he doesn’t elaborate.

“And it was fun.”

“That’s all I get?” you ask, nearly offended, lifting further off him to lean on your palm instead, one hand resting on his chest, so you can see him better. 

“What? You want a play-by-play?” he teases, licking over his bottom lip, smug smile not disappearing for a second.

“I mean, I’m not opposed. But you gotta give me something. What happened?”

“I guess I could show you,” he replies, voice dropping a little. 

You’re not totally sure what that means. But you absolutely want to find out. “Show me,” you say with a sure nod, almost goading. 

He springs up, taking you with him off the bed and walking you backwards until your back’s against the door. Biting his lip through a smirk, he sizes you up, trailing one hand up to your neck while the other stays by your hip.

“Are you you? Or am I you?” you ask in an embarrassingly breathy tone, punctuating it with a gulp as you try to contain yourself. 

“I’m me,” he whispers as he leans closer, pushing his body against yours so that a leg is propped between yours, pelvises meeting.

“Mm, so you initiated.”

It makes him laugh, that you’re still so focused on the events of the prior night when his lips are skimming over your jaw. “I mean… He told me to come to his room, shut the door behind us. I just… got closer, so… you tell me.”

You picture it as he says it, an excited little curl of your stomach coming with the mental image. “I’m guessing he didn’t push you away?” you play, letting your hands slide up his torso to brace on his chest.

He shakes his head, pulling away from your ear to smirk at you once more. “Are you going to?” he teases, playing up his surprise as his head tilts down momentarily to gesture to your hand placement. 

Your fingers grip his shirt in response. 

“Good,” is all he says before he’s leaning in, kissing you so that your head presses back against the door, lips parting gently to welcome him in. 

You moan into his mouth – this is too hot, your hips already pressing forward against his thigh. Not only because the thought of them together is sitting on the surface of your mind but also, Jimin is still new to you in so many ways. Even just the way he kisses you, so sensually, making you drunk on him, is different than any of the others. He just has this innate thing about him. 

He pulls back and hums, the sound already telling you that he’s about to tease you once again. “Need something?” he asks, obviously referring to the wiggle of your hips.

You lick your lips and reply, “You’re supposed to be giving me a play-by-play,” but it has less sass than you intended because he’s started to move too, long rolls of his covered bulge against you. 

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” His head ducks into your neck once more to press a kiss to you. “But for accuracy, we should probably get this off you.” With that he’s lifting the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He quickly does the same with his own then it’s warm tummy to warm tummy as you pull him back to you.

“What else should we do?” you ask, before cheekily adding: “For accuracy.”

“In a few seconds…” he begins, leaning his head in to ghost his lips over your neck. “You’re going to move me to the bed and get on top of me.”

You take in a breath, shaky a little on the exhale, at the thought of Tae doing that to him, but also the way he presses a hot kiss to the side of your neck, sucking lightly until the sensation has you humming out a moan. 

He pulls back, admires his work, runs his thumb over it. “Yeah, I think it was about there,” he says through an unholy smile. 

You look at him in wonder but quickly you’re biting your lip, getting impatient to find out what happens next, like you’re reading a really good book. 

Pressing lightly against his chest, you walk him until he’s against the bed, and then with a final push, he falls back, getting comfortable on his elbows. You almost laugh as you climb on top of him – it’s strange, him knowing what you’re going to when you don’t even know yourself.

“Here?” you ask, settling yourself over his groin then bringing your hands to his pretty chest. 

“Perfect,” he says as he pulls you down to meet his lips.

As you kiss, every second getting hotter, heavier, you can’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, feeling the hardness rubbing against your core through too many layers. It feels so good already but all you can think about is feeling him for real. 

When you go to reach down, he stops you, taking hold of your wrist, but continues to kiss you, tickling over your tongue, teasing you in whatever way he can. 

You pull your lips away to look down at him questioningly – for a moment, you’re almost nervous you’ve done something wrong for him to be holding your hand away from him so firmly. 

But then he rolls the both of you over, pinning one arm above your head and quickly bringing the other up to join, making your body tighten as the use of his strength. 

“This is creative liberty,” he notes, switching both of your wrists to one hand so the other can trace your jaw, then down, letting it linger around your neck suggestively for a moment before continuing. 

“Oo, just for me? Does Tae not enjoy being manhandled as much?” you ask playfully, watching the way his confidence and shyness meld together on his features. 

“I suppose… that’s one area that you know more about him than I do.” He draws near, pressing his lips softly to your collarbone, moving inward, then to your other side. 

You sigh, attempting to lift your hips a little for some much needed pressure. “You played it safe.”

He sounds his affirmation against your skin.

“But not with me.”

“It’s a bit less stressful,” he admits just as his hand reaches your waistband, fingers finding the drawstring and pulling to unravel it. 

“Aw, I don’t make you nervous?” you tease, but the way his touches are affecting you, the way your voice comes out all thin, makes you sound like you’re the nervous one.

He chuckles and lifts up to give you a cute little smile. “I didn’t say that.” With one hand, he shuffles down your bottoms, moving so you can finish kicking them off, then he’s back kneeling between your bent legs, leaning forward to kiss you.

You whimper when you realize he’s still not touching you, arms tugging a little at his hold to see if he’ll let you free. Jimin’s so pretty and you’ve wanted to touch him for so long and now he’s not even letting you. “Need you to touch me,” you whisper against his lips, the words a muffled mess but you’re sure he gets the idea.

He’s giggling, so cute but still so sexy as he pulls away and presses his forehead to your shoulder, lips finding the dip of your collarbone instead. “You’re more impatient than him.”

You scoff but he’s finally moving down your body, hand teasing over your hip, down your thigh before coming back up to brush over your core, making you jerk a little at the contact. You moan as his fingers dip between your folds, spreading your wetness over your clit, but then he’s moaning too.

“Mm, you’re so wet, baby.” He meets your eyes. “You like the thought of it, hm? Me touching him?”

Your fists close, a shock of pleasure running through you. “You… you touched him?”

His mouth twitches up. “What am I doing right now?”

Your mind is apparently no longer working well enough for you to realize this was still the play-by-play, and now you’re picturing his hand wrapped around Tae’s cock, slowly sliding over it like how he’s languidly caressing you right now. Your tummy tightens, cunt clenching, hips pushing up into his hand. 

Fuck, you wish you could’ve seen Tae's face, watching the pleasure take him over. And Jimin's while doing so for the first time.

“You like it so much, oh my god," he groans, eyes trailing from your face, down your body, to where his hand is working effortlessly over you.

“It sounds so hot,” you breathe with a nod, your eyes falling shut at the way he’s rubbing back and forth over your swollen clit, quicker but still too gently.

“What if I told you I made him come like that?”

You whimper out your approval, hips jerking up, begging for more. “Fuck, that sounds so good–” Another frustrated huff comes out of you.

“Mhm. He looked so pretty,” he tells you before leaning down and clasping his mouth around your nipple, wet suction making you pull harder at his hold on your wrists.

A second later, he sinks two fingers into you, releasing his mouth to groan with you. “씨발… you feel fucking perfect. I forgot how tight you are.”

When he doesn’t move them right away, you try to take matters into your own hands, waving your hips up to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he just lets his hand follow, casually moving back to sucking and nibbling at your breasts. “Jimiiin…” you complain, practically a sob, because you’re so wet and so turned on and he’s absolutely holding back. You already know what his fingers can do and you’re desperate for it again. 

He bites lightly, a touch of addicting pain jolting through you. 

“Ahh– please–”

Then his thumb presses to your clit, drawing circles that have you tightening around his fingers. He has the audacity to chuckle as he lets go of your wrists, instead switching to covering your mouth as he starts to fuck his fingers into you, bending them just so with each drag against your walls. 

You’re a mess of suppressed moans as your head pushes back into the mattress. He goes faster, jerking you towards release so quickly that it’s almost alarming, eyes rolling back into your head. All you can do is grip onto the sheets and hold still as he takes over your body – making it seem far too easy. 

“Gonna come?” he asks sweetly, almost patronizing. Such a cocky little shit. But it works anyway, your cunt squeezing him as he drives into you harder. When he envelopes your nipple and sucks once more, you’re done for, gasping against his palm before coming hard, the sounds of your gushing wetness ringing out into the room. 

His hand placement over your mouth is probably a good thing because you can’t stop moaning as the waves of your climax rush over you. You don’t usually come like that – not so easily anyway – so it’s extra overwhelming, each press of his fingers against your g-spot sending extra vibrations through your body. 

He slows, still caressing inside of you, and presses kisses all over your chest, lifting his hand off your mouth to hear you let out a low drawn out curse. Then his lips trail up, exploring more of your neck until he’s kissing you deeply once more. 

Your legs close around his hand, your muscles twitching each time he crooks his fingers inside of you. “Baby,” you’re still gasping, trying to kiss him but also trying to get air. “Fuck.”

He cups your sex with his soaked palm, fingers finally sliding out and even that makes you moan, feeling the slight press against your clit.

You relax against the mattress. Even though you’re wrecked from your orgasm, he’s just so addicting that all you want is more. “Are you finally going to fuck me now?” you breathe as he pulls back an inch, your hands sliding up him and into his soft hair. “Or is that not part of the script?”

“It’s not,” he tells you simply, pecking your lips. You start to let out a whine, your face scrunching up in disapproval but then he’s adding: “But...”

You probably look pathetically needy, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you peer up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Fuck. Yeah, I’m fucking you,” he gives in quickly with a wide smile, lifting onto his knees before backing off of the bed. “Does Kook have…?”

“Yeah, here,” you say, leaning towards the nightstand that you moved the condoms to. “There’s some in here.”

He retrieves one quickly, shucking off his bottoms then kneeling on the bed once again as he slides it on. 

“How do you want me?”

With a smirk, he shuffles closer, one hand finding your bent knee. “You’re so obedient today.”

Part of you wants to roll your eyes. How good is his self-control? If you’re a brat, will he just change his mind and be difficult? 

The look he sends you is challenging, a little tilt of his head, as he watches the wheels turn in your mind. 

“You’re the boss, right?” you say, a little challenging yourself – like you’re being a bit sarcastic. But not too much. 

He just shuffles closer, still smiling, as he pushes both your knees back until your thighs are pressed against your torso. He leans forward, his body compressing yours onto yourself just as his cock slides against you, the underside slipping deliciously through your folds, pulling another needy plea from you.

Mouth to your ear, he says: “Don’t be a brat. Just take me like a good girl.”

“I– ahh…” Your words catch as he pushes inside, hands gripping to his shoulders at the stretch in comparison to a measly two fingers.

“So fucking tight, oh my god,” he chokes out, a stark contrast to his firm words just seconds before. But he pushes in hard once he’s sheathed inside you, making sure you take every bit of him. 

“Oh, shit,” you whisper under your breath, the air knocked from you once more. 

“Good fucking girl.” He gives you a few more hard, shallow thrusts, reaching so deep that it's almost too much. 

“Fuck–” you start to whine but you’re cut off by his lips, a hard kiss paired with a full thrust of his hips. The angle is so good, giving attention to that perfect spot inside of you once again. 

He lifts up and you watch the pleasure colour his face, his hair falling in his eyes as he starts to fucking you a little faster. “Fuck, I really... should’ve fucked you sooner,” he says, smirking again and you can’t believe he’s still joking like that, your mind too preoccupied by the slide of his thick cock inside of you. 

But he’s not wrong. “You could’ve,” you taunt, wrapping your arms around your own legs to hold them in place for him to use you. 

“Save the best for last,” he says through a breathless chuckle, lifting up further so he can get a good grip on the bend of your hips, using the hold for leverage to pump into you harder. 

“Oh, fuck!”

“Right? Who feels the best, Y/N?”

Your eyes are clenched tight, little hums being knocked from you with each thrust as you slip a hand down to play with your clit. You must’ve heard him wrong because there’s no way he just asked you that. 

“Huh, baby?”

“What?” you whisper, blinking your eyes open to find him admiring your fucked out expression; his mouth is dropped open but the edges are still curled up in a smirk that matches the look in his eyes. It makes your tummy tighten. 

Is that really what he’s asking?

He chuckles in response, rolling into you harder until you’re crying out, covering your mouth with your own hand a second too late. He’s relentless now, pounding into you, that perfect feeling inside of you winding tighter and tighter. 

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” you sob from behind your hand, not confident enough to actually remove it because you swear you're about to come again. 

He groans too, pretty sounds between the laboured breaths of his exertion. He’s so gorgeous – dewy and glowing, muscles popping, in the warm light of your bedside lamp. “Baby, fuck–”

“I’m gonna come,” you warn him, rubbing your clit a little faster.

“Ah, god– Come… Wanna feel you come,” he rasps, hips slapping hard against your skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” 

Everything contracts and you come together, unfiltered sounds from both of you mingling in the air. He keeps fucking you, even when it’s clear that he’s not holding out on you, breathy whines interjected between curses. 

Meanwhile, you’re stuck in place, taking it just like he asked, feeling the way your sensitive cunt just keeps trying to suck him in with each pulse of your high. “Mm, fuck…” is all you can get out between shallow breaths, even once your body is able to relax a bit as he slows and eventually stops with a final low groan.

He’s still deep inside you, palms pressing into the mattress by your shoulders, head hanging forward, and you let your legs go, parting them so you can pull him closer, get him onto his elbows above you. 

For the first time, you feel like you have free rein of his body, pressing a kiss to his neck as you let your nails drag lightly up his sides. You can feel him tense under your touch before he relaxes down, giving into the feeling with another soft moan in your ear. 

You both take a deep breath, letting it out together, and you find yourself smiling. 

“Oh, fuck…” he sighs, turning towards you and finding a spot to press his lips. 

“Took us long enough,” you breathe, letting your head fall to the side. 

He takes a minute before he’s slowly lifting up, sitting back on his feet. “You didn’t answer my question, you know…”

You’ve only just gotten your heart to slow, but at that, it picks up once more. “You can’t be serious,” you brush him off, turning your gaze away dismissively, but you’re still smiling. 

He laughs, a mischievous one because he knows he’s being the worst. But he’s shifting back, pulling out of you gently to stand and dispose of the condom. “There’s no way you don’t have a ranking in your head.”

“Jimin…” you admonish, a little scandalized. You should be past scandalization at this point but the idea of ranking them is just utterly insane on top of being hilarious. 

He laughs again, reaching down to pick up his boxers and pull them on. 

“Is it a jealousy thing?” you ask as you sit up on the edge of the bed, intrigued, though you’re quite certain it’s not that. It doesn’t feel like that anyway. 

“No…” he replies, coming to stand between your legs. “I was trying to see if I could get you into trouble.”

Ugh. You roll your eyes, shoving him away playfully, making him cackle once more. “So mean to me,” you say, letting a hint of a pout come through.

He comes back over, hands up ready to catch yours, stopping you from pushing him again. “Where we sleepin’?” he asks, voice lower, softer now. 

You smile, letting his fingers intertwine with yours, though you still press against them playfully as if holding him up. “You can stay here with me but I’ll have to let Jungkookie know. I’m not sure if he’s staying here tonight.”

“Or you can come to my bed.” He steps back, tugging for you to stand with him. 

“Hobi won’t mind?” you ask casually, letting go so you can start to find your own clothes. 

“I doubt it. But we can ask him.”

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OH.MY.GAWWWWD the ending!! Did not see that coming 😀!! This was such a funny story to read lmao my poor bby chris was just trying his bestest. 20/10 , loved loved this story

h o m i e h o p p e r

p a i r i n g : JK, HSK, NJ x reader

g e n r e : college au.

t a g s : homie hopping (the title duhhh), bang chan makes an appearance as your bf, he’s being cucked, vaginal sex, blow jobs, cunnilingus, sex tapes, sexual objectification (on reader), dirty talk, degradation, hook-ups, voyeurism, reader is really pretty (she’s a sweetie pls), poly!relationship undertones, chan refuses to even believe the rumors, sexual innuendos and jokes, the boys are assHOLES, low-key toxic, joon and them are fuckin mean, car sex, chan's POV, surprise for u at the end, chan goes thru it a lot, everyone is bad here LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 6.3 k

s u m m a r y : the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

When Chan first heard the rumors he was absolutely furious, how could anyone ever talk about someone like that? Never mind that, WHY would anyone talk about his girlfriend point blank period. It pissed him off that anyone he talked to always had to bring you up with the same damn question over and over again.

“Oh you’re dating now? I thought she was fucking Jungkook?”

“I heard Namjoon and her hooked up at the party last night, is that true?”

“No way dude, you’re going out with Seok’s girl? He was telling me the other night how he and Joon took turns.”

Sure he knew you got around a lot but he didn’t care that was your business, the more important thing was you were with him now and he was sure you weren’t capable of cheating. How could you? Not when you were the sweetest thing on this earth, you wouldn’t even harm a fly let alone think about being unfaithful. Chan learned to ignore the comments thrown at him, he knew you better than anyone else.

You seemed to be very popular, often attracting attention left and right because of your nice personality and your pretty face. Chan honestly felt like he had lucked out with you, you liked some things he liked, you shared some hobbies, and you listened to a few genres Chan liked. He was stuck in the honeymoon phase and he never wanted to wake up from it.

Chan however did find it a bit weird how..touchy and friendly his housemates seemed to be you. Yes he did know about the rumors of you and his housemates but he kind of didn’t believe them to be true. Maybe they were exaggerating? His housemates didn’t seem to say anything about the situation so maybe people had it all mixed up.. Right?

He starts observing how you interact with them whenever you come over. His eyes are watchful as you greet Hoseok at the door with a sweet smile on your face and a handful of cookies you baked. Chan stares at the seemingly innocent interaction, only getting up to intervene when he sees something odd.

“Hi Seokie,” you softly smile, “I baked some cookies for everyone, Channie told me you guys have been really stressed out from exams ‘n stuff.”

Hoseok grins, “Well aren’t you a sweetheart? Isn’t Chan so lucky to have someone like you? I mean your cookies aren’t the only sweet thing I like to eat.” He shoots a wink and reaches down to grab one, biting into it with a pleased hum.

You reach up to gently wipe the corner of Hoseok’s lips with your thumb, “Thank you sweetheart.” Hoseok slowly licks his lips.

Chan watches in pure silence, a little put off about the strange show of affection he’s seeing. “Okay Seok, me ‘n y/n are gonna head off now, you remember it’s movie night don’t you baby?” He gently pulls you by your waist to his side, wanting you as far away from Hoseok as possible.

“Oh yes! We’re gonna have a Scream marathon!” You excitedly buzz, “Bye Seokie,” you wave and let Chan guide you up the stairs with a possessive hand laid over your back. Chan glances one last time at Hoseok, finding him staring very intently, specifically your ass which sits so perfectly in your leggings. Hoseok actually fucking winks at him as Chan disappears upstairs.

The second time he realizes things aren’t right is the morning after you stay the night, no one is home except for Namjoon. Chan wakes up to a note on his nightstand telling him you’re downstairs making breakfast. The little hearts you drew make his heart flutter as he sleepily smiles and rolls out of bed.

As he makes his way down and around the corner he can hear those cute little giggles of yours. Reality shatters the moment and snaps him out of his daze when he hears Namjoon’s deep baritone voice.

Namjoon…?

Chan curiously peeks into the kitchen only to find you standing there in his oversized shirt he gave you the night before. If memory served him correctly, you went to bed in his shirt and with ONLY panties underneath.. His eyes widened, shocked to see Namjoon standing directly behind you pressed so closely as he opened the cabinet to reach for something high up on the shelf.

“Careful now shortie, don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.” Namjoon lazily smirks, passing the bowls you had asked him for, “Especially with you bouncing all over the place.” He hums, reaching down to smack your ass as he walks over to the fridge.

You voice your complaints with an angry pout, turning to say something when you see Chan. “Channie! You’re up, I made some pancakes and a fruit bowl.” You cheerfully say, “Sit, sit I’m just about to finish,” you say.

“You good there Channie?” Namjoon draws out with a tiny smirk, leaning up against the fridge with his arms crossed. “You look like you just saw a ghost or something.” His eyes briefly break contact to trail after you when you pass by him.

Chan nods, “I’m good,” he shoots you a tiny smile before looking back at Namjoon blankly, “all good.”

Something is definitely wrong by the third time he realizes there’s more than what meets the eye. It’s what people have to say about Jungkook when the little bubble he’s been cooped up in finally bursts. Chan doesn’t wanna hear it but he knows his brain will be nagging about it later on if he doesn’t clear things up once and for all.

“Jungkook? You mean the footballer you live with?” Hyunjin raises a brow in confusion, “Why do you wanna know about him and your girlfriend? Unless you’re like into that sorta stuff man.”

Chan sighs in exasperation, “No I’m not trying to say anything right now, I’m curious that’s all. Jungkook’s never mentioned any girl before and I’m wondering if he and y/n had history together or some shit, that’s all.”

Hyunjin has this look on his face like he doesn’t truly believe it, but lucky for Chan he doesn’t comment about it. “I heard a couple of things. Two semesters ago someone caught Jeon in his car fucking someone, no one was sure who it was but we all had a feeling it had to be y/n because he posted a like selfie with some girl’s hand in the frame and then y/n posted a pic of her inside someone’s car, it looked like JK’s so we all knew it was them two.” He shrugs.

“Ohh really?” Chan nods slowly, now that he thinks about it Jungkook did mention once or twice of a girl he was fucking on the low, said something about her being “the best piece of ass” he’s ever gotten. Thinking about it now makes Chan’s stomach curl in disgust and other unpleasant feelings.

“Yeah, but that was ages ago man you don’t really have anything to worry about now.” With that Chan’s left alone to wallow in his own thoughts.

The girl he’s been with for the past two months really fucked his friends before she landed on him.. He can’t exactly say he’s happy with the idea but if nothing was going on right now, he was fine. The past was past, you were with him now and nothing was going to change that fact.

He hopes.

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Chan doesn’t think about it as much as he did before, if anything it’s long forgotten because he rather focus on the present rather than the past. He got over it and made peace with the idea of nothing going on. He blamed it on his damn insecurities.

For about two weeks Chan is in pure bliss with you. Your little dates carry on and surprisingly the comments people made died down. Hell he didn’t notice any weird shit on behalf of his other housemates who seemed to barely be at home whenever Chan brought you over. Seeing this as an opportunity he brings you with him one night, knowing that the guys were out for the night.

Things lead to another and pretty soon you’re both getting down and dirty in his sheets, closed away in the privacy of his bedroom. The perks? You could be as loud as you wanted, and Chan didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you two go at it through the paper thin walls.

Chan had you laid back on the comforter, thighs wrapped around his midsection and hips a little elevated to strike that spongy spot that drove you crazy all the time. Your head was thrown back on the pillow with your eyes shut in bliss and lips formed in a tiny ‘o’ as moans and whimpers left you.

“C-Chan,” you mewled out, desperately clawing and twisting at the sheets, “so good.” Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

Chan groans under his breath and re-adjusts his grip on your hips, getting a good grip as he plows into your squelching pussy. The sounds of his balls smacking against your ass ring in his ears, the bed creaks audibly against the wooden floor of his bedroom. The sounds were so filthy they were porn worthy.

“Fuck, you gonna cum baby?” He murmurs darkly, face twisting in pleasure as he feels you cunt clench down tightly around his shaft, making his cock throb weakly in response. “Can feel your little pussy gettin’ tighter and tighter for me.”

You moaned lewdly at his words and nod frantically, “Gonna cum–oooh..! R-Right there..!” You writhe on the bed, hips pushing up and squirming around so much you almost slip off his cock.

“Go ahead baby,” Chan moans, “cum on my cock.” He pants heavily, leaning down to smother you in a passionate kiss as his pace speeds up.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a loud moan, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Chan can feel you getting close, and right before he can reach down to rub at your swollen nub he hears the door click open and Jungkook’s loud laughter.

“Chan, you gotta check this shit out–” Jungkook looks up and his eyes widen, “Holy fuck man, my bad.” He laughs harder.

Any pleasure Chan was feeling moments prior is now gone, he feels his cock even soften from the sound of Jungkook entering. He quickly throws a blanket over your naked form, glad he had been too impatient to take his boxers off. “Jungkook–” he sighs, “Can you step out? Not fucking cool,” he shoots a glare at Jungkook, making sure to cover your smaller frame with his own body.

“Sure, Channie,” Jungkook mocks, “whatever you say.” He turns to walk back out, turning his head over his shoulder to shoot you a smirk, “So you wear lace now?” Chan’s face burns with both anger and embarrassment after Jungkook pointed out the panties set lying on his floor nearby the door. “Don’t get ya panties in a twist, I’m goin’.” Jungkook shuts the door behind him.

A long sigh leaves Chan and he turns to look over at you apologetically, “I forgot to lock the door dammit.” He rubs his face in frustration, irritated that he was reminded of the shit he didn’t want to be thinking about.

“It’s okay Channie,” you sit up, sheets around your body as you gently smooch his cheek, “I still enjoyed tonight with you.” You smile softly.

“Yeah… I did too,” Chan smiles back, trying not to look too dejected.

He confronts Jungkook a few days later. He’s sitting in the living room waiting for Jungkook to come home. He had sent a message and Jungkook simply replied that he’d be home in a few.

“You wanted to talk?” Jungkook says, tossing the keys into a bowl by the door as he sets his drink down, “What’s up?” He grunts, kicking his shoes off and going to sit in the living room across from Chan.

Chan notes the faint sweat on Jungkook’s face, shirt rolled up at the sleeves to show off his defined muscles which made the older look more intimidating. “The other night, you need to knock and I mean it Kook because you don’t know if I’m changing or y/n is not decent or anything and I don’t want shit to happen between us because what happened was fucking inappropriate and I didn’t like that shit. At all.” He folds his arms across his chest with a glare.

Jungkook hums, “Okay.”

“Okay? Is that all?” Chan raises a brow.

Jungkook shrugs, “You wanna know something Chan?” He says calmly and sits with his arms spread over the back of the couch, manspreading with a nonchalant attitude. “With a beautiful ass like that I wouldn’t dream of gatekeeping it from the entire world, I mean, it’s always a good feeling to show the others what they wished they had. So congrats on your win, not everyday someone lands a girl like y/n.”

“Jungkook what the fuck are you on?” Chan frowns.

“Nothing, I’m just being honest with you. I could care less if you’re feeling threatened by me or the guys. I see the way it kills you on the inside hearing all the shit they say about your precious y/n. Does that piss you off Channie? Thinking about how she fucked the three of us before she got to you?” He tilts his head to the side with mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Chan doesn’t think he can reply without having an outburst of some sort, he’s getting more pissed by the second. Any more of Jungkook’s crude talking and Chan thinks he’s going to explode from the anger…and he does NOT want to be the one to fight Jungkook, has anyone seen him in the gym?

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” Jungkook smirks, taking a seat next to Chan, “there isn’t nothing about y/n that we haven’t seen already, so the next time you fuck her in the house, remember I once had my dick in there too.” He grins, “Tell her throat I said hi,” he chuckles quietly, getting off of the sofa and disappearing up the stairs.

Chan sits there with a blank stare, fists clenched tightly in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. In, out, in, out. He slumps in his seat, arm thrown over his face as he grumbles. That didn’t go as fucking planned, if anything Jungkook bitched him out without even having to try!

“Fuck,” he sighs longly, he decides he can’t wallow in self pity and rises off the couch.

Right as he steps outside of the house his phone buzzes. Curiously he unlocks his phone and opens the messages (which conveniently was from Jungkook). A thumbnail of a video sits innocently in the chat, Chan’s stomach drops because he knows what this is. His hands shake as he presses on the video.

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Jungkook was a really nice guy, he teased you a lot and was a bit cocky but it added to his charms. You meet through a mutual friend, who you feel sorry for because her plans to hook up with Jungkook seemed to fly out the window the moment he lays eyes on you. Jungkook makes it painfully obvious that the only person he was taking home was going to be you.

He fucked you so good you couldn’t even feel your legs afterwards, it was ten out of ten and you could see yourself coming back again. It turned into a little dick appointment situation, meeting up whenever either one of you wanted to fuck. Whether it be in the morning of afternoon or dead in the night it didn’t matter, somehow you guys always ended up fucking.

You felt comfortable enough with him to post about it without exactly letting anyone know it was Jungkook you were fucking. Jungkook did the same, often asking to record and take pictures while he was hitting it from the back or balls deep inside of you.

One night you will never forget is when Jungkook decides to record you in his car, the video itself is about forty minutes long, and that’s what he decided to capture (your fucking went on much longer than that). The first scene is shot with his phone propped up on the dashboard, facing the driver's seat.

You’re sitting in his lap grinding and rocking your hips in tiny circles around his throbbing wet cock. Jungkook had his arms wrapped tightly around your back as he held you close to him while you fucked yourself silly on his cock. Loud whimpers and little “uh’s” escaped your lips. The sound of your wet pussy drooling over his cock and the back of your thighs smacking into him resonated throughout the whole car.

Jungkook had one hand buried in your hair, gripping it tightly as he yanked your head back while you rode him. His eyes flickered past your shoulder and into the camera as he smirked darkly, toying with his lip ring while you frantically moved your hips.

“Mmm..! Ooh, right there,” you pant out in pleasure, eyes stinging from the pleasure and pleasant ache you feel from him yanking on your hair. Your hips slow down and swivel in small circles so you can feel his thick cock rub up against your walls in a delicious angle that has you seeing stars.

Jungkook focuses his attention right back to you and grunts softly, “There you go, good girl.” He uses his other hand to grip your hip as he helps you grind in smooth circles on his cock. “Shit,” he sighs, relaxing into the seat and letting his head roll back on the headrest.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, you hide yourself away in the crook of his neck and desperately roll your hips. Soft little moans and needy whines leave you every so often, the windows of the car have fogged up by now and the music playing from the radio is merely background noise.

Everytime you push your hips back you feel the soaked material of Jungkook’s sweats given that he hadn’t bothered with slipping them past his thighs. You shiver pleasantly when his hot breath hovers over your hardened nipples. He encloses one of the sensitive buds in his mouth, suckling gently and rolling his tongue around.

“Mmm..!” You arch your back even more, desperately chasing after the pleasure erupting in your chest area. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind you pushing your soft tits in his face as he merely buries himself away in your chest while you ride him like your life depends on it.

After getting you to cum a couple of times he moves you two to the backseat. He’s holding his phone above you and recording the way your ass smacks against his hips. There’s a much louder slapping sound since he’s in control of the pace now, he wants you to feel this fucking for days to come.

“Greedy little thing you are, can’t seem to get enough of my cock can you?” Jungkook pants softly while slapping his hips against you, “Not gonna answer? Did I fuck you stupid already baby? Answer me,” he slaps your ass, “go on, tell me how good your ‘Jungkookie’ fucks you.” He grins, his laughter coming out breathless and dazed.

“ ‘s not enough, want it more–deeper, harder.” You gasp out, hands resting above you on the window to keep you grounded while he fucked your brains out, “Can feel it so deep inside,” you breathily moan, eyes slipping shut as his cock bumps into that spongy senstive spot inside of you, “mmmm–there–wanna cum again.” Your lips part, face scrunching cutely in pleasure as your body begins to go slack.

Jungkook softly moans and aims the camera down where you’re both connected. He increases the speed of his thrusts and angles his hips to keep hitting your sweet spot. He feels your pussy tighten and pulse around his cock, sending small shivers down his spine.

“Look up for me baby, say hi to the camera,” Jungkook licks his lips.

You tilt your head up with hooded and dazed eyes, moans tumbling from your lips and a little bit of drool slipping out the corner of your lips. Your breath hitches quietly, pouty lips parting once more as the noises you make increase in pitch. “There you go, show everyone what a slut you are for cock,” he smirks and reaches down with his tattooed hand to grab your chin and face you towards him.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes..!” Chan sits there in his car with his jaw dropped, watching the now shaky video as Jungkook presumably fucks you into next week with how hard he’s going. Bitter humiliation sits in the pits of his belly.

+

Over the next few weeks Chan distances himself from everything really. He doesn’t know how he’s going to look at you now knowing the shit that happened with Jungkook. It was one thing to sit and listen to all these people talk about you two but it was a whole different story seeing it on video. Truly crushed his dignity and maybe his ego.

You of course had asked him if anything was wrong but Chan said the same thing, “No babe, just tired and burnt out from school stuff I got going.” And you bought it everytime. He felt bad yes but at the same time he felt like he just needed a little bit of space, he didn’t want to take his anger out on you because you didn’t deserve any of that.

Things back at the house seemed tense, Jungkook looked smug whenever he saw Chan and well, Chan didn’t have the energy to fight over shit like this. One would see it as him accepting that he was a bitch but Chan thought about it differently. Sure he felt extremely disrespected but what else could he do? He can’t reverse time and change the past.

Namjoon hadn’t bothered to comment much (the most he offered was “shit’s childish”) and Hoseok well he kind of tried to play mediator of the situation. He would make some jokes here and there to ease the tension in the room but Jungkook didn’t care. Jungkook was the most relaxed, and it irked Chan to no end how nonchalant he was about this, like if he didn’t show someone a video of him pounding their girlfriend.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hoseok hums, shooting him that bright little smile he always gave everyone. “You’ve been oddly quiet for weeks now Chan.”

Chan looks at the elder with a quiet hum, “Nothing much Seok, just have a lot on my mind right now. And if you’re wondering, no I'm not upset with Jungkook or anything so you can rest easy. There won’t be a fight or anything like that.” He throws his head back and lets it hang off the couch, a long sigh escaping.

“Your face says otherwise.” Hoseok smirks.

“Listen, I don’t mean this in a bad way or anything but I’d appreciate it if you a) stop bringing this up about Jungkook and b) knock whatever weird fucking obsession you have with my girlfriend off. It’s fucking weird that you guys talk about her, make these smart ass comments, and eye fuck her when I’m right there. I get it, you guys fucked in the past but we’re in a relationship and I’d very much like for you to respect it.” He glares back, not realizing his voice rose with every word he spoke.

Hoseok stares at him for a few minutes with no expression on his face, and Chan at first thinks he fucked up but then the unexpected happens. The fucker laughs. He watches Hoseok throw his head back, shoulders shaking as he slaps his knee a couple of times.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Chan grits his teeth.

“Damn ‘Channie’ I thought you were better than this, you should feel happy she chose to be with you. You’re the mannnn,” he playfully hits Chan on the side, “I mean, she tastes as good as she looks.” He licks his lips, staring into Chan’s eyes unapologetically. “Does she still wear those pink panties of hers? You know which ones, little white bow and lacey trim…”

Chan knows exactly which ones he’s referring to. His fists clench in his lap tightly, he silently rages in his spot but it doesn't deter Hoseok. “I bet she still holds your head down right when she’s about to cum,” his voice drops to a husky whisper, “does this little thing with her hips, practically smothering you with her pussy.” Chan snaps his head towards Hoseok, watching as the usually playful man taunts and teases him.

“Oh I bet she does.” He grins, “Funny…she used to do the same with me.” He gets up and walks away with no other words. Chan stares ahead at the wall with a blank look and a fiery anger running through his veins.

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Hoseok was buried between your soft thighs, licking and sucking at your swollen clit with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of your sopping wet pussy. Moans and whimpers tumbled freely from your lips, your head was thrown back with your lips parted and expression twisted into one of pure pleasure and bliss.

His fingers felt so good, stretching and filling your pussy to the brim. He stroked over your g-spot repeatedly, pairing his strokes with powerful sucks on your clit. It only had you dripping even more, thighs shaky and pussy leaking even more for him. “Seok,” you whimper, squirming around and lifting your hips as if you were offering your pussy up on a silver platter.

Hoseok took the bait, happily slurping away with his eyes closed as if he were in pleasure just being there between your soft thighs. Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, the pleasure sat hot in the pits of your belly. Hoseok was hellbent on getting you to gush because he wouldn’t let up on your g-spot.

“Fuck,” he softly pants against your soft pussy, “listen to you, absolutely fuckin’ soaked around my fingers.” He grins licking his lips, “You gonna squirt around my fingers like a good girl?”

His fingers start moving rapidly, the squelching noises get louder and tiny bits of slick spurt out from the sides of his fingers as he fucks them in and out. Your mouth falls open, you’re breathless as you weakly grip the bed sheets tightly. “Seok..!”

“That’s it, cum on my fingers and make a mess for me baby, gonna have you suck ‘em clean for me. ‘s what good girls do, isn’t that right?” He grins.

“Y-Yes..!” You gasp out.

Hoseok goes back down to take your clit in his mouth again, sucking harder than before. It sends a tremor down your spine and you cry out weakly, pussy squirting around his fingers. He moans for extra measure, causing you to weakly moan out for him to stop because it was getting to be too much.

“Good girl,” he pulls back and lifts his wet fingers, “now clean ‘em.”

.

Chan feels like he could fucking explode any minute now, everyone is walking around on eggshells in the damn house and of course Hoseok and Jungkook will stick together. Chan isn’t so sure about where Namjoon stands in all of this but he’s pretty certain he’ll side with his two friends on this one. Chan doesn’t care anymore, in fact he was already planning on leaving.

Call him a coward but he wasn’t going to waste his breath fighting, hell he wasn’t even sure y/n gave a shit about what was going on. Sometimes it made him feel like there was something he wasn’t seeing. Like this was some sort of test or a sick joke on their end, and as much as he didn’t wanna think about the possibility of you also playing sick games with him it was hard.

He hadn’t had much time to sit and talk with Namjoon given that there was tension in the house but Chan was pretty surprised to see Namjoon at home for once. These days it seemed like he was out more often to avoid the conflicts at home. It was even more surprising when Namjoon spoke to him.

“What’s up with you?” Namjoon nods his head at him, “Feels like we haven’t talked in a hot minute.”

Chan shrugs, “Been busy with work, school, you know how it is.” He replies back, busying himself with going through the fridge for his gatorade.

“You know this shit’s childish,” there it was, leave it to Namjoon to be the one to address the elephant in the room, “whatever the hell you got goin with Kook and Seok is gonna blow over pretty soon. I’m only saying this in case you guys hash it out in the yard and beat eachother up over something stupid.” He shrugs.

“And what would you classify as stupid? How is me calling them out for their weird ass behavior childish. No, you see I’m not stupid enough to fight over it but don’t you fucking think maybe I should speak up about it? It’s my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, of course you would see me in the wrong because they’re your fucking friends.” He slams the fridge door a little harder then he intended to.

Namjoon raises a brow, “And what you gonna do about it?” He stands, rounding the table like a predator with narrowed eyes and an intense gaze, “Listen, the reality here is your girl fucked everyone in this house, simple as that. She’s been on Jungkook’s dick, Hoseok’s and mine. And if I fucking wanted to I’d have her hanging off my dick right here and right now in front of your face. And you wouldn’t do anything about it because you’re a little bitch who gets cucked in front of your damn face.” He stands in front of Chan now, staring down at him with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

Chan glares back, but Namjoon sets a hand on his shoulder, “Do me a favor and get some air, I can’t guarantee you things will be pretty if you stay. Unless you want me to show you just how well she takes my cock.”

.

You pull back from his cock with a low pop, tongue swirling and collecting the beads of precum around his tip. Namjoon’s grip tightens in your hair, cock weakly throbbing because the head of his cock was a sensitive area for him. You cheekily dig your tongue into his slit to get a reaction out of him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps out, hips jumping once more in surprise, “just like that..” He moans.

You take his cock into your mouth once more and start bobbing your head. You use your hands to twist and stroke his shaft. His moans rise in volume as the hand in your hair starts guiding you up and down his cock. Your eyes water occasionally from the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Take it like a good girl baby, gonna cum down your throat.. You gonna swallow like a good girl?” He rasps out. You eagerly nod and reach down to cup his balls, massaging them gently while you try to suck the soul out of him.

Namjoon’s hips stutter in their movements when he gets closer to coming undone. He groans louder and holds your head still to fuck up into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans out as he throws his head back. You feel his cock twitch and throb in your mouth and you cheekily moan to cause vibrations.

He comes undone, cum spilling down your throat, “Fuckkkkk,” he whispers out, “so good for me baby..” he strokes over your head and keeps your head down until he’s done coming. “Go on and clean the mess you made, I don’t want to see not one drop go to waste.”

.

Chan heads straight over to your place. On the way he tries to calm himself down but everytime he thinks about the conversation earlier he ends up heated all over again. “Fuck!” Chan yells in anger as he hits the steering wheel angrily.

“Chan?” Your sweet voice interrupts his thoughts, “I was asking if you wanted me to order some pizza and we can go pick it up?” You rub his back gently, comforting even, “Is everything okay?”

Chan shakes his head with a long sigh, burying his face in his hands as he looks over at you, “Some shit happened earlier but I’m fine now,” he waves you off, “call, call, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick.” He murmurs and gets up.

He felt even more pathetic that he couldn’t talk to you about what he was going through. Then again what could you do? You weren’t even their friends so it wasn’t like you could waltz in there and tell them off or something. You didn’t have a clue what was happening inside the house since Chan wasn’t bringing you around.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “You got this.” He whispered and freshened up a bit before heading back out to you.

“Channie, I ordered the pizza, it’s gonna be ready in about fifteen minutes or so I think.” You say from inside the kitchen where you’re pouring him a glass of water, “Here sit, sit, you look really tense and stuff.”

“Thanks baby,” He smiles softly, all tension leaving his body since he couldn’t really stay mad around you. “How was your day?”

You shrug cutely, “Nothing too special since I went to class and after I just worked on my paper with Jungkook.”

Chan pauses, “Jungkook?” when you nod he speaks again, “Why?”

“We have the same class.” You reply softly.

Chan grips the cup a bit tighter, “No.. I mean why are you hanging around him? I told you it made me uncomfortable that you hang out with him when I’m not around.” He’s about to pop a fucking vessel with how angry he is.

You look unfazed, “Jungkook and I are friends,” you simply say, “I didn’t realize you were on such bad terms with him or something? Did anything happen for you to not like him?”

“Did anything happen?! Oh I don’t know y/n I’ve been fucking getting ganged up on by him and the guys, they’re all telling me what a hot piece of ass I got as a girlfriend! You think that’s something to get angry over? Are you gonna fucking sit there and tell me not to worry because you’re just friends?” He blows up.

Your lips part in surprise, eyes widening in awe as you listen to him rant angrily. “I tolerated enough when it came to them and you, I get it you all fucked and you fucking liked so what?! What the hell do you want me to do about it? Give you a fucking cookie and say good job?!”

His chest rises up and down in anger as he comes down from the rush. He stares down at you with pleading eyes, he wants you to say something. Anything. He just wants to put everything past him now.. Your lips part and you go to say something when he suddenly hears clapping behind you. “What the.” Chan frowns.

He looks over your shoulder and his heart drops to his ass. Jungkook comes out with a smug little smile on his lips as he takes a seat on the coffee table next to where you’re standing. “What a show you put on,” Jungkook whistles in amusement as he slithers an arm around your legs and tugs you closer to him, “didn’t know it had you bothered like that.”

“y/n what the fuck is going on?” Chan seethes, “Why the fuck is he here? Are you cheating on me with him, is that it?”

You stare at him with those sweet little puppy eyes of yours, pout forming on your lips as you gently reach over to caress Jungkook’s hair, sending Chan into a state of disbelief. “No, I’m not cheating on you. I thought you would have noticed by now, seems like you don’t pay enough attention.”

“Notice what?” He grits his teeth.

Jungkook chuckles, “Why do you think people call her Hoseok’s girl? Or my girl? Or Joon’s?” He sits back with a smug smirk, “I know you noticed how friendly we all were with each other. Listen, Chan buddy, if you ever thought you had y/n you were dead wrong. You see we love our baby, and if she says she wants to fuck you then she’s gonna fuck you simple as that. We’ve always let our girl have her fun because at the end of the day she comes back to us.” He grins.

You hum softly, “It’s fair game Channie, I do what I want but I’m still theirs. Joonie and the boys like to mess around with the guys though.. Surprised you lasted this long.”

It dawns on him this was all a sick game between the four of you. Chan stares in horror and disbelief, “You guys are fucking psychos..” He whispers.

“We’ll see you around… Channie.” Jungkook smirks.

Chan turns to you but you’re more focused on brushing Jungkook’s hair, “Pity Kookie, I actually liked this one.” You murmur softly without offering a single glance at Chan.

Chan fucking hates his life.

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We love a weird and genuinely nice guy whose also highkey mysterious!! Please this was such a wholesome and cute story, the confession?? HELLO I wanted to tear up!! 🤧 JK really was out here simping and falling for reader. Tae really fumbled and missed out on that one, smh. Also we love Mint Hair Yoongi supremacy 😌🔥 loved that little addition there. I gotta catch up on so tags (so sorrey!! ) but saw this reblog and had to start with this one. The Drabble was also such a good way to revisit this couple thank you for writing them 💗💗💗

paint me naked | jjk

After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

» pairing: artist!jungkook x f!reader (ft. taehyung) » genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst » warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 » date/wc: april 2022 | 16k » notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!  special shoutout to @jjkeverlast​ for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten  //  don’t - bryson tiller

“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Let me try.” 

Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out. 

To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room. 

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This story has got to be one of the funniest stories I’ve read in a while 😂😂!! Love Demon Yoongi and of course it would be Jungkook who loves him some supernatural stuff and gets her in messes. They’re so uwu I love themmmmmm

demon!yoongi

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: demon!yoongi because HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY! yoongi’s a big old brat, jungkook is ur clueless best friend, jimin’s an angel, good amount of smut, NS F W, violence

→ trigger warnings: violence and supernatural stuff!! it is halloween after all 

→ wordcount: 22.1k this will definitely make the app crash i’m sorry OR maybe a demon possessed ur phone and won’t let you read the fic :-///

→ note: first things first i realize i’m always depicting wonho in a certain way but he’s like the fluffiest muscle man out there and i love him!!! also once i portray a character in a certain way that becomes their established role lol i’M SORRY! i hope everyone has a safe halloween and i hope y’all fill your tummies with as much chocolate and sweets as your hearts desire! i’m sorry this took so long! 

pst if u wanna talk to demon yoongs u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!) ((i miss yoongi with mint green hair so in this fic he has mint green hair))

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you know

usually when people have a free night off they like to do things like

catch up on the latest netflix shows or movies

go out to dinner with their friends

maybe even go to the club with their friends

get a little wild get a little loosey-goosey

unfortunately you are not one of those people

because here you are

in the middle of your empty living room (because you rearranged the furniture and basically pushed everything to the side)

sitting cross-legged outside of a ring of candles with all the lights turned off except for the table lamp

and in the middle of the ring of candles you’ve gone ahead and drawn a goddamn pentagram on your wooden floors

because what are you doing on a friday night?

summoning a demon

that’s right ladies

you’re summoning

the literal spawn of satan

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A new meaning to Seven FR 🥵🥴

7 Different Sheets (BTS OT7 x Reader)

Pairing: NonIdol!BTS x black!female reader

Word Count: 3,897

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), multiple partners, unprotected s*x(please be safe and speak with your partners before doing this), public s*x, spanking, oral(m and f receiving), doggy style, missionary, riding, mentions of a mating press, reader does a split on someone’s 🍆🫣, intimate s*x, car s*x, múltiple orgasms(m and f receiving), mentions of STD testing, mentions of being arrested, weed smoking(reader is alluded to have smoked but it’s not explicitly mentioned), overstimulation, praise, degradation, choking, gagging, panty in mouth stuffing, restraints(wrists), mentions of a break up, i also might have gotten the tiniest bit carried away with Namjoon’s part hehe, he definitely has me in a chokehold

A/N: Hi there! I’m here with my take on Seven by Jungkook ft Latto! I’m pretty sure someone requested something like this but now I can’t find the ask so hopefully they see this! I decided to include all of the boys in this. I absolutely love Latto and her verse in the song was just so good! And how could I not write gratuitous fuck buddy smut? I’m always open to criticism and please feel free to tell me what you think. Thanks so much. Stay safe💜

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You had 7 fuck buddies.

Each of them were entirely different. Different jobs, different styles, different ways they liked to fuck you.

Just how did you fit all of them into your schedule?

Mondays were for Jimin.

You met him while out shopping with your friends. He worked at a luxury jewelry store. While your friends were busy staring at different charm bracelets, your eyes were focused on the rings on his hands—the way he twisted them whenever he was waiting for a customer to make a decision, how they glimmered under the bright lights, and especially how they’d look wrapped around your throat. Would they leave marks? Would he finger you with them on? Would your ass sting whenever he laid a harsh smack on it? So many thoughts yet so little answers.

“Does that feel good, my pretty slut?”

No words were in your head, your mouth stuffed with the panties he had ripped off of you. All you could get out were muffled moans and muffled calls of his name. Salvia soaked the material as much as your arousal did when you walked in his job, the fabric heavy on your tongue and slightly choking you which gave you a rush.

A sharp slap landed on your ass, his rings adding a pleasurable burn that made your juicy walls hug him impossibly tighter.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, eyes never leaving how your ass clapped back on him, cock coated in your creamy release. Sweat dripped down your back making your dark skin look like the most decadent chocolate, glistening like the gems displayed in the case below you. But not even those could compare to you when you were bent over like this.

Your hand slammed down on the display case, the sturdy counter shaking under the force.

Your walls spasmed around him, signaling your 5th orgasm since you came to visit him on his break.

His hand that wasn’t holding your hip moved to wrap around your throat, hauling your body up until you were arched. You felt unstable on your feet but Jimin was your rock, holding you up before your knees could give out of you.

He applied medium pressure to your throat, just barely pressing into your windpipe, stealing some of your already sparse oxygen from you. You felt dizzy like you were on a rollercoaster but one that never went down. Only up. And it was climbing and climbing until….

“This neck would look so pretty with a new necklace on it. Don’t you agree?” That low tone was enough to hurdle you right off the edge, eyes rolling back as you shook like a leaf in his hold.

And yes, your neck did look pretty in a new necklace.

~

Tuesdays were for Seokjin.

You met him at a wedding. Your “date” had gotten a little too friendly with the open bar which immediately turned you off. Not that you were that turned on to begin with. The man was nothing to write home about. Just someone who happened to approach you in a coffee shop.

After successfully detaching yourself from him, you were getting ready to leave before you caught the eye of Seokjin. He was tall and broad with a face you’d love to sit on. Respectfully, of course.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was a proper gentleman with a goofy laugh that made you smile. He was definitely the type of person your parents would love for you to bring home. Polite and respectful and not bad on the eyes either.

But that gentleman act went out of the window when he got you in his bed.

“Jin! I can’t take it!” You screamed, yanking at the restraints on your wrists that were keeping you stationary. You were surprised you hadn’t broken his headboard from how hard you were jerking. His neighbors were probably tired of the slamming against the wall by now, their own calls for you two to pipe down died down a while ago. Let them call the police. You’d be damned if they put you in cuffs before you got Seokjin’s cock inside of you.

He was nestled between your legs, holding your thighs back to have more access to your cunt. His tongue never stopped its assault on your clit, abusing the bud until your entire body was shaking. Your legs would jerk to try and close with every lick but one firm look from him quickly put you in your place.

His plush lips were soaked with your juices, dark eyes staring at you as if you had just personified from his dreams. You might as well have.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good. I could eat it all day.” It sure felt like he has been. Your pussy felt both numb and electric at the same time. Sensitivity wanted to push him away but a desperate part of you was pushing you towards another orgasm. “You’ll be a good girl and give me another one, won’t you? You’re always my good girl.”

Fuck yes you were. Fat tears rolled down your face when he dove back in, sucking your clit in between his lips, his tongue flicking over it faster than before. Back arching, you screamed bloody murder as the strongest orgasm of the night engulfed your body.

Placing one more kiss on your throbbing bud, Seokjin backed up to let you breathe, stroking your thighs and whispering sweet nothings to you as you came down. Body still tingling from your release, you could barely blink through your blurry vision before you felt a shift on the bed.

A hand nestled in your sweaty hair, silk press gone to waste. You blinked through your tears, looking up to find Seokjin hovering over you, his knees on either side of your shoulders. His cock stiff and right in your face, the tip leaking precum.

He smirked down at you.

“Open wide, darling.”

~

Wednesdays were dedicated to Hoseok.

Honestly, you met Hoseok on a dating app. He was meant to be a quick one night stand since you were growing tired of your vibrator. After scrolling through a bunch of profiles and responding to a few messages, you came across him. He was a paralegal but apparently, he taught dance classes on the weekends which told you he definitely knew how to move. His photos were a sharp contrast to his job; bright and with him always smiling. He even had a picture of his dog on there which made you smile.

He was cute though and perhaps he’d be a fun night.

The pillow did barely anything to cover your screams, not when there was so much happening at once. You tossed it to the side, allowing your eyes to adjust to the glorious sight above you.

Hoseok’s head was tossed back in ecstasy, lip pulled between his teeth as he needlessly tried to keep quiet. You wanted to hear those noises, the way he cursed whenever you purposefully clenched around him.

“Hmpf, shit.” Just like that.

The pulses of the vibrator in your hand was making your arm numb but it was sending the most delicious vibes through your clit so whatever.

“Hobi…..”You called making him finally open his eyes and tilt his head forward to look down at you. You could have cum right there from how sexy he looked—sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead, his chest littered in love bites you had obsessively sucked into his skin, and of course, the thin silver chain around his throat that bounced with every thrust. Take the wheel, Carrie Underwood.

He leaned forward, both of his hands moving from your thighs to place next to your head. His hips never faltered, keeping their languid pace rolling into you.

“Yes? What is it?”

“I…..I….can I cum?” Everything was moving so slowly. He had put the vibrator on its lowest setting so it wasn’t doing much for you and with this slow pace, he was prolonging your orgasm further than you wanted it to be. That was the thing about Hoseok. He liked it slow and intimate, going for hours until he brought both of you over the edge.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his chain tickling your nose.

“Not yet, my flower. Hold it a little longer for me.”

A particularly deep roll of his hips caused him to stroke slowly past your sweet spot, pulling a whimper from you.

Your bottom lip quivered, eyes tearing up from your waning orgasm. It kept building and falling but it wasn’t enough to push you over. And with everything that happened today, you think this is exactly what you needed.

A gentle touch.

“But….”

He shushed you with a peck to your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

~

Thursday’s were for Namjoon.

You met him at the gym. Don’t get it twisted. You weren’t really there to work out. Those few squats you did every couple of months were enough. That wasn’t the reason you had signed up for a membership.

It was because of the buff and drop dead sexy man that you often saw lifting weights. What exactly was the point of that tank top? Modesty? It looked like it was only soaking up the sweat that dripped down his honey kissed skin but it was failing at that too. Your tongue could do a better job. You’d lick every inch of that man for free and cook him a meal afterwards.

The steam of the shower was making it hard to breathe but Namjoon’s cock was making it even harder. When people told you to breathe through your nose, they factored out the cock being an absolute monster. You thought your jaw was gonna snap off.

Your nails dug into his yummy thighs, feeling the muscles tightened with every push of his cock into your warm and inviting mouth. You were definitely riding these things once you got back to his place.

“Damn, relax your throat, love.”

You happily followed his instructions, swallowing before exhaling through your nose. That allowed him to slide all the way home, your nose tickling the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Your eyes watered from the welcomed intrusion.

“Look at me.” He commanded from above you, the low tone of his voice making your pussy clench. Damn. Being a housewife sounded incredibly good right now. Patriarchy be praised.

Your eyelashes fluttered, looking at him and the sight was absolutely glorious. If he didn’t fuck you right now, you’d probably implode.

He must have seen that through your gaze because a dopey smile stretched across his face, adorable dimples indenting his cheeks.

Pulling out of your throat, you coughed and sputtered, swallowing a few times to soothe your sore throat. You barely had time to really cover before he was grabbing your arm and hauling you up. Legs draped over his buff arms, your arms scrambled to wrap around his shoulders. Now this position was the reason why bitches pull up to your mother’s house looking for you. You could feel the head of his cock sliding against your sopping cunt, your walls clenching in delight of finally getting what you want.

“Ready, baby?” He whispered in your ear before sucking on your lobe.

And no, you didn’t renew your gym membership.

~

Fridays were for Taehyung.

Funny enough, you met Taehyung while he was sneaking out of your apartment building. He was leaving a one night stand’s place and bumped into you while you were on your way inside. Of course, you could smell sex a mile away and the walk of shame was heavy on his shoulders. He actually tried hitting on you when he saw you, his eyes never leaving your cleavage.

You thought he was incredibly handsome though—a pretty boy type which you definitely liked. So you stopped him, told him to come back to you with a clean STD test and then you’d talk.

Taehyung had to will himself not to cum when you did a full split on his cock. Your hands kept your leverage on his knees, your head lolled forward from how his long cock was kissing your cervix each time, your legs stretched all the way out to give him the best view of his life.

He’s already cum twice, third orgasm almost painful but he just couldn’t stop. He didn’t want you to stop either(as if you could). You’ve been horny all day and you were going to get your fill of his cock. He knew you needed morning sex to get through the day yet he decided to go in for a shift at work, leaving you sad and desperate. The moment he walked in the door, you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pushing him on the rug in your living room. You didn’t even prep yourself and he was hard while driving to your place anyway so foreplay was unnecessary today. Maybe you’d ride his face later and you’d use that headband he was wearing as reigns.

Until then, you were going to ride his dick until he gave out. Or until you got tired, whichever came first.

“I’m gonna cum again. Slow down. Please.” He whimpered, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

You whipped your hair behind you, the tips of your braids resting on his stomach. “Hmmm, give it to me, Tae. Fill me up again.” You leaned forward, bringing your hips all the way up to his tip before slamming back down. His cock was creamy with both of your releases, a wet smack sounding everytime you came down.

If this was how he died, put it on his tombstone.

“Oh shiiiiiiii….”His head thumped back against the floor, toes curling as you forced another orgasm out of him, the pulsing of his cock triggering your own.

You barely gave him time to calm down before you started your pace again.

He’d pick up another shift next Friday.

~

Saturdays were for Yoongi.

It was actually your favorite day of the week when you got to see the weed dealer. Not really because he let you smoke for free but because high sex was just another level. You met him when you were out one night. He catcalled you from his car and before you could even give whoever it was a piece of your mind, your voice got caught in your throat.

Your first thought was: man bun. Long hair in a man bun. Sexy ass drug dealer in a BMW with long hair in a man bun. Your parents always told you not to do drugs but how could you heed those warnings when temptation was served to you on a silver platter like that?

You gripped the headrest of the backseat, your breasts currently under attack by Yoongi’s expert tongue. The same tongue that had just ate you out like a champion a few minutes ago.

He pulled off your breast with a pop, delivering a smack to your ass with the hand that wasn’t holding his blunt. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.” His cat like eyes were hooded and glazed over from both the weed and the feeling of your tight walls hugging his cock. For a second, he didn’t even think he was high on weed—he was high on you. You were like an addiction; savory and hard to avoid, you were like a forbidden fruit. One he’d sink his teeth into everytime.

He brought his blunt back to his lips, inhaling a deep pull, holding the smoke in before blowing it back into your face. Just that action had you cumming on his cock, the feeling vibrating all the way to your toes. When he felt a splash against his pelvis, he dropped his head to look down at where you were connected. You were still bouncing on his cock, prolonging your orgasm and with each bounce, a small spray of liquid squirted from you.

He tossed his own head back, making sure to put his blunt in the ashtray on the door to prevent any burns to his upholstery before grabbing both of your ass cheeks in his hands and beginning to piston up into your spasming cunt.

“Bout to fill this pussy up. You want it?” He grunted against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the skin there.

He had knocked all of your words loose so all you could manage was a frantic nod of your head and a drawn out, “yessssss yessssss pleaseeeeee”.

“This pussy is so fucking good.” He landed a slap on your ass, the sting sending shocks of pleasure up your back as another orgasm crashed into you.

You were so absorbed that you didn’t even hear the police sirens as they pulled up next to you.

Wow. You thought you were just imagining the car rocking. Guess not.

~

The end of the week meant only one thing.

You had deep cleaned your apartment, moving slowly since your body still ached a little from sleeping on that bench at the station. Good thing Yoongi had connections that could bail both of you out. Still, you’d probably risk it again if it meant getting fucked like that.

You had just lit a candle and you were about to sit down to have a glass of wine but you were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell ringing.

“Ughhhhhh.” You groaned, placing your wine glass on a coaster before hauling yourself up less than gracefully and shuffling to the door. You didn’t even look at the screen on your intercom, just opening it and immediately trying to close it back after seeing who was on the other side.

A foot jammed itself between the door, stopping you from shutting it completely.

“Baby, come on. I said I’m sorry.”

“Screw you, Jeon! I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

He managed to push the door enough to slip his upper body through. The sight of his face sent a weird rush through you but you didn’t know if it was good or bad. You didn’t like it.

His doe eyes pleaded at you. “Please talk to me. I can’t stand not being with you anymore. Please please. I’m sorry.” He sounded so genuine that it made you break, heartstrings effectively tugged on and strummed by the only man you truly loved.

You shouldn’t let him in. You really shouldn’t.

“Oh. My. God. J-Jungkook!”

His hand whizzed through the air, landing a hard smack on your bruised ass that has taken a lot of punishment tonight.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear a word from you, you little whore.” He spit into your ear, hand coming up to cover your mouth while the other one held your hip to keep you in place as he delivered the deadliest back shots.

Your entire body was lit up in pain and pleasure, both mixing together in a beautiful cacophony that had you ready to propose to him.

Your moans were muffled by his large hand, his grip forcing your head back at an uncomfortable angle but he could give less of a damn about your comfort.

“How dare you let someone else fuck what’s mine?” He uncovered your mouth to slap your ass again in a tender spot causing you to jump, a high pitched scream coming from you as he pushed you into another orgasm. You had lost count a while ago, brain not keeping up with your body. Everything just felt endless.

You didn’t want him to know you were fucking other people. It wasn’t any of his business. You weren’t together anymore but am accidental slip up revealed what happened yesterday and in seconds, you were bent over the arm of your couch with Jungkook behind you.

“Count.”

He had made it to 21 before your knees were buckling, your eyes and mouth begging him to fuck you. To put you in your place and make you remember exactly who you belonged to.

He gripped at your hair, yanking your head back and making your body arch even more. Only your fingertips touched the bed below you, knees spread wide as you began throwing yourself back on his thick cock.

“I expect an answer when I ask you something, slut.” Contradictory since he told you to shut up earlier but logic was not necessary here. You were just a pliant little doll in service to the hunk of a man that was abusing your walls so good that your pussy should file a restraining order.

“N-no….I’m…ah! Fuck! S-sorry…..oh shit, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right. You come on my cock and my cock only. Do you fucking understand me?” He could feel his own orgasm building. He’s been holding back, a hard task with a pussy like yours but he managed. Denying all of your orgasms earlier made it easy enough for him. Then again, he did almost blow his load earlier when you put both of your feet behind your ears and held out your tongue for him to spit in your mouth.

He was an idiot for letting you go.

“I said, Do.” Smack! “You.” Smack. “Understand.” Smack. “Me?”

“YES!!! Oh shit!” Your walls clenched around him so tightly that it forced him out of your cunt, a long spray of liquid soaking the bedsheets beneath you. He brought his hand between your legs to rub furiously at your clit, splashing your juices everywhere. You’d definitely be upset later about your freshly washed sheets but he’d cross that bridge when he got there.

Your body jerked around as pure bliss and pleasure coursed through your veins, legs squirming all around as you both tried to chase and run away from Jungkook’s assault on your clit. He held your hip firmly, trying to keep you still while you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

When overstimulation began to get too painful, you turned over onto your side, pushing his hand away with your own. You twitched in the aftershocks, covering your cunt with your hands. Even the cool air was too much against your abused pussy. You’d probably have to take a break for the week just to recuperate.

When the haze began to clear a little, you slowly turned your head, peeking through your braids that covered your face to peek at Jungkook. Only to find him missing. You didn’t even hear him get out of the bed. Where did he go?

You waited a few moments, trying to catch your breath before Jungkook entered the room with a bottle of water. He was still fully naked, cock hard and angry looking, shiny with your juices.

He came over to the bed, placing a knee beside you to leak over your twitching body.

“Here. Drink some water. You need to be hydrated before I make you squirt again like that.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. Again? Was he trying to kill you?

“W-again?”

His lips quirked up into his signature grin, nose scrunching cutely and it made you want to punch him in it and then kiss it better.

“You think that was it? We’re just getting started. This will teach you not to give out what’s mine.”

It didn’t teach you anything though. You’d have to learn your lesson again next week.

And he’d teach you faithfully every Sunday.