Omg What Did I Just Read At 4:30 In The Morning?! The Tensionnnnnn. I Love Your Writing Style, Author!

Omg what did I just read at 4:30 in the morning?! The tensionnnnnn. I love your writing style, author! Wowowowowow

almonds, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You're having a really shitty day and it ends with Jeon Jungkook cumming on your ass. Oh, some stuff happens in the middle. You eat some almonds. Yeah.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; acquaintances-to-lovers; mentions of fasting (restricted eating for the day); reader is the hot girl bro of her friend group (yup); so much TENSION; JK is def a shy mess and reader teases him just because he's cute; smut w/o penetration (fem reader, semi-public sex in a rented photo studio space, m-receiving oral, handjob, fingering, forearm kink, nipple play, m-masturbation, cum-eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation); non-idol!BTS – hobbyist photographer!Jungkook x model?reader

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“You seem annoyed.”

“Just had to tell someone I didn’t want to date them and then had to deal with a grown man’s hissy fit. Well, I guess that doesn’t make him grown, does it? Hmph. Anyway.”

You threw your jacket aside with too much force and exasperation. it flew off the chair and shot into Jeon Jungkook’s legs.

Oops.

“Um…”

“Sorry,” you muttered, hurrying over and yanking your black-and-scarlet leather bomber off the ground, dumping it firmly on the seat of the foldable chair. “Sorry. It wasn’t that serious. It was simply unnecessary and a waste of time. I also hate being late. Sorry, again.”

“N-No, I mean… we don’t have to do this today. If it’s too much trouble for you.”

You didn’t know Jeon Jungkook that well and yet here you were. You knew of him. He was friends with a lot of your friends, but both he and you were introverted and were the type to be in own your own worlds. There wasn’t much chance to interact with him and you didn’t think to. Also, your male friends got a little weird if other guys approached you too readily, even if they personally knew them. Some macho man shit or something. You didn’t know.

“It’s no trouble. Really.”

You rubbed your forehead and placed your backpack on the table. Maybe you needed a snack. No, now was not the time. You hadn’t eaten at all today. Specifically, for this. You didn’t know Jungkook well, but you did know he was helping another of your friends who was a tattoo artist. He had a photography hobby and he had tattoos done by said friend, so they asked him to take some artsy shots for their tattoo and piercing studio. Your forward helix was done by the same guy on a drunk night (not that the customers were going to know that… also the piercer was the drunk one and you were the sober one, so, honestly, who was the problem), and so were your double helix piercings (sober day and you paid him like a responsible human being), all on your right ear. Since you didn’t have tattoos, you didn’t think you would be asked, but.

As your friend put it, “I don’t want to look at only dudes on my walls. I’m sure my customers don’t either. I need at least one hot girl. Be a bro.”

Okay, bro.

“I was only trying to buy some almonds and I got accosted by this guy I was talking to, then I had to stand there through this guy’s sobbing as the register was malfunctioning and it was all very annoying,” you sighed, then put a pin in the (literal) sob story. It (he) was irrelevant anyway. “But I am free of him.... hopefully… and I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t expect that to happen today, hah, I simply wanted some fuckin’ almonds.”

You had bowed with your apology. Upon finishing your last remark, you yanked the small packet of almonds out of your bag and slapped them on the black canvas accusingly as if they were the ones that caused you a lot of trouble. As if it was the almonds’ fault, not some dude that couldn’t take the hint and comprehend that you didn’t want a relationship with him.

Maybe you male friends getting a little weird were on the right track.

Also, maybe you should stop trying to sneak behind their backs and meeting guys through apps.

Sigh.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

Then.

A very tentative, “You like nuts?”

You suddenly remembered Jeon Jungkook was standing next to you. Oh, right. “Ah, I heard models eat raw almonds on shoots to curb their hunger,” you chuckled sheepishly, looking up at him and realizing, once again, that there was a lack of closeness preventing you from being too comfortable. He was taller than you and was gazing at you with big, round eyes and a curious expression. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “Since I’m wearing a crop top, I didn’t want to…” You trailed off, hoping he understood.

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, mussing up his hair. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been doing intermittent fasting so I would…”

Then.

Your eyes connected with Jungkook’s and you both stopped talking.

It was only then that you fully processed the man in front of you.

He was wearing a ribbed white tank top that very much showed off his built frame. Whenever Jungkook happened to be at the friend gatherings, he was the type to always wear baggy shirts and loose pants. You had heard before that he worked out a lot, but you had never really thought about it because he preferred to be a fabric mountain in public. Understandable that he enjoyed being comfortable. But now you were taken aback by the close-fitted top and his tapered, straight-leg, dark blue jeans, complete with messy black hair falling over his forehead and grazing the nape of his neck. He typically wore beanies and baseball caps at the get-togethers, probably to avoid styling his hair. All that to say that you weren’t prepared for Jeon Jungkook to look…

Like a model.

Yeah.

He seemed to sense your visual analysis and started, placing his arms over his chest awkwardly as if that was going to block anything. His arms were muscular too. There were no tattoos on his left arm – for now (you knew his type). His entire right arm was a sleeve of them. Deep black and vibrant color, lively tattoos that spread all the way up to his shoulder, ending with crowning petals resembling a floral mandala reaching almost to his collarbone. His hand even had a few small tattoos, the most notable being the sheepish emoji with the squiggly smile.

“Oh, y-yeah, I t-thought… er…”

You didn’t interrupt.

You simply stared at him.

It was unnerving him and it was beginning to greatly amuse you.

“I mean, to take photos of my sleeve and stuff… and you’re so… uh.”

You looked down at yourself. “You said I should wear black and white if I could.” Tight white cropped tank with a thicker, more rigid construction so you didn’t have to wear a bra. Exposed midriff and mid-rise black jeans with a slight flare to accommodate your high-heeled black ankle boots with silver buckles suggestively coffin-shaped.

Hey, you had to have some personality even in a bland outfit.

Jungkook was malfunctioning a little.

“Y… Yeah…”

He also had two rings pierced on the right side of his lip now. He only had one when you saw him last. When had he gotten the second? Your eyes tracked the silver hoops interestedly as Jungkook gulped, revealing the little mole underneath his lips. He had another one on his nose, several on his right cheek, and one on his neck. Hmmmm.

“I was thinking the m-majority of the photos would be black and white… and I would just take some shots of my arm in color later.,” he was saying, backing away from you and into the rented studio space, to the white backdrop and bright lights. There was a camera tripod and monitors set up already. In the center of the white background was a rectangular white pedestal. Probably to sit on to aid with posing. Everything was going to be torso up it seemed.

You followed him, scanning the room. “Oh, I should check my make-up, huh,” you thought out loud.

Sudden heat.

“No, I mean, it’s better if it’s natural, there’s a little–”

You were still standing absolutely motionless as Jungkook brushed his thumb against your left cheek, leaving a trail of prickling skin and a hot sensation pouring down your spine. When did he–? And what was with this earnest, concerned expression? Not quite making eye contact yet, but suddenly realizing what he had done as the silent seconds ticked by. His shaking irises slid towards you, immediately apologetic, but too embarrassed to speak.

Jaw completely slack, mouth open, completely frozen.

“I, um,” you coughed, waving a hand loosely. “It’s a mole. Next to my lip.”

It seemed, to the shock of neither party, that Jungkook had understood that way before you even said it out loud. Probably because he had attempted to wipe your moles away with his finger. Awkward. His thumb was still lingering by your ear.

“O… Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

“I don’t really wear foundation,” you tried to clarify. “Only on special occasions.”

Jungkook’s face was quite close to yours. He had to bend down a little to be eye-to-eye. He was really staring, similarly to how you were analyzing his body earlier. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable and you didn’t view it as invasive since you had partaken in the same act earlier.

It was just…

Giving you a racing feeling throughout your veins.

“Your skin is so smooth and pretty already,” he murmured in that deep, dreamy voice of his, almost inaudibly, like he hadn’t meant to say it.

The tops of your ears were abruptly on fire. You had to force the word out.

“T… Thanks.”

You were still clutching the packet of almonds as if they were life support.

The sharp crackle of the plastic cut through the silence. Jungkook jerked, pulling his hand back, and you let out a silent breath, surprised at the suspension of the unpredicted moment. Both looking away from each other, and you didn’t dare look back to check how he was doing because you were internally scolding yourself. It was only the current circumstances. The way the chips fell today was throwing you off your game. You weren’t being professional, not that this was an overly professional setting, but you expected yourself to be professional or at least not intimidate the shit out of someone you were about to work with.

Wouldn’t want weird vibes the entire time.

You wanted to say you were sorry again, but it seemed unnecessary and you would rather show your apologies with action. You shoved the packet of almonds in your pocket.

Damn almonds.

“So, um, what would you like me to do? I’m not a model, but I can follow instructions.”

You forced yourself to face him and not make it weird. It wasn’t a shameful moment and there was no reason to act ashamed about it. At first, Jungkook didn’t move, big peepers and all, but you firmly walked over to the white background and stood there in front of the camera lens, seeing one of the monitors was facing you. You weren’t in focus. You backed up to the rectangular pedestal and now you were, skin glowing under the bright lights, looking inquisitive at the arrangement. Raised a hand. The image was flipped rather than mirrored. Ah, okay. You played with your reflection for a moment while Jungkook hurriedly went behind the camera and fiddled with the settings.

Neither of you said anything about the…

Uh.

Tension.

You left the spot for a moment to hurry back to your backpack. Water, extra clothes in case an outfit change was needed, pocket hand sanitizer for the bus, another package of almonds. You fished out your makeup bag and felt around, taking out the two black hair clips inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Lotus flowers. After a moment of consideration, you unhooked your white gold hoop earrings on your lower lobe piercing and put on the pearl lotus flower earrings you had brought with you. They were tiered and dangled on thin silver chains, waterfalling against your neck. You placed your other earring set in a small black velvet pouch and pocketed them in your right jeans pocket, just in case Jungkook thought the dangling ones were too distracting. As a last thought, you plucked the hand sanitizer from your bag and squirted some on your hands, rubbing them together swiftly.

You had messed with your piercings, after all.

You hurried back, pulling your hair away from your right ear, peering at the monitor. Tucked your hair behind your show ear and placed the hair clips accordingly so all your ear piercings were on display.

“Oh!”

“I thought it would be good to show off a little,” you mentioned absentmindedly, frowning as you noticed the chain connecting one of your helixes to your higher lobe piercing was tangled. You carefully pulled the strand of hair away and swept it back. Hadn’t thought of bringing hairspray, shit. Hopefully–

You froze, your hands framing your ear.

Looked up and Jungkook was gawking at your narcissistic use of the monitor.

“Ah, it’s just… there’s no mirror…” Your eyes shifted, rueful in your vanity. “I could go to the bathroom and…”

“N-No, it’s totally fine,” he sputtered. You sensed movement and looked back to see him waving his arms frantically. “I didn’t even think of any of these things, like accessories and hair and stuff… I was kind of hoping that you already knew what you liked… and stuff…”

Even though you weren’t originally close with Jungkook, there were parts of your personality that you just couldn’t hold back.

Like teasing.

“You said and stuff twice,” you snickered.

Immediately, Jungkook gave you this look of puffed cheeks and indignation. “Hey!” Then he seemed to realize his childlike outburst and flushed, shaking his head quickly. “Argh…”

You laughed, dropping your hands and relaxing your shoulders. Better to move along with this newfound tension than the previous one. You straightened and turned your body, right side with all your piercings facing the camera, the ornate earrings catching the light.

“Come on. Let’s start.”

You had thought it would be weird, modeling like this, but it was much easier since you weren’t supposed to look at the camera. With a purpose and your willingness to continue, Jungkook instructed you to tilt your head and move your body. It was quick considering it was primarily your right profile. He asked for movement of your hair and head so there was some life to the photos rather than just the stills. Once you sat on the pedestal and moved your head, he brought the camera tripod closer and stepped around it, holding the small remote in his left hand.

“I did a few solo shots before you arrived,” he was saying, concentrated on the task at hand. “Just to test lighting and stuff. Do you want to review? Or should we move on?”

“Do you like at least one of them?” you chuckled, turning your head back.

Jungkook was bent over the table, bringing the wireless mouse over so he could change the window and scroll through what was taken. You had a brief moment of looking at his shoulder blades and back muscles before ripping your gaze away, seeing your own face in a filter of black and white. Oh. It hadn’t really sunk in that this was photography until this moment. You almost didn’t recognize yourself.

Was that you?

Whoa.

“This one is good. And this one.”

Lips. Jawline. Lowered lashes. Hair curling along the other shoulder, creating that kind of wild devil-may-care fantasy. The choice of mother-of-pearl shone even in the black-and-white. For some reason you had thought of your role in this as quite small – Jungkook was the tattooed one, after all – but there was a mood created here. Calm yet definitive. On the edge of rebellious.

Maybe you had been chosen for more than just being the bro hot girl.

Hm.

“Do you think we need more?” you asked, not knowing the answer.

Jungkook chewed on the left side of his lower lip, puffing his cheek cutely. A thinking face. “I don’t think so? There’s going to be mostly drawn art and finished tattoo photos on the walls. As far as I know, our full-body pictures are going to be blown up but used very sparingly. We’re just there to be pretty.”

You didn’t miss a beat. “So, you think you’re pretty.”

You saw his shoulders flinch. “T-T-That’s just what I was told,” he stammered, tongue-tied.

“It’s okay, I think you’re pretty,” you casually interrupted. “Then this is probably enough. How do you want to pose for the couple photos?”

“C-C-Couple?”

You took a second to stare at yourself for another moment and turned your head, lifting your gaze. Not trying to make it weird. Round, dark brown eyes with curls of black hair over his brows. Lips parted and quickly shutting as you made eye contact. Someone was silently telling themselves to get a grip.

Well.

You were about to get close.

“Um…”

It was already weird just standing in the frame with him. Deep breath. It would be no good to stand here like self-made scarecrows. Come on. It wasn’t like you would be forced to interact with him every day after this. Plus, you already started with a bad impression. The sooner you finished, the sooner you would be able to go home and treat this like any other day.

Right?

“What about…”

You backed up. Jungkook squeaked but you ignored it, taking his right arm and placing his hand on your left shoulder so it crossed over your body and he held you against his torso. Again, you didn’t have to look at him or the camera. You only took a moment to adjust his forearm and not think about how solid it was before turning your head to the left and pulling back your shoulders to lift your chest.

Your ass touched the front of his pants.

Ahem.

You tapped his thigh impatiently.

“Ah, r-right…”

You tried not to think about how deep his voice was or how you could feel his chest vibrate from the tops of your shoulder blades against his pecs. Nope. You heard the sound of the camera and tilted your head again, raising your chin, and did not think about how nice he smelled. Like fresh laundry detergent but not overpowering. You swept your hair back so your collarbones were bare, putting your hair between him and you.

Jungkook angled his body so he wasn’t chest-to-back anymore.

Oh.

Then you attempted not to stiffen as his arm slid across so that his elbow was above your breasts, no, pressed against them, the grip on your shoulder tightening and suddenly his bicep and forearm were pushing your tits together through your crop top.

Um.

The right side of his body pressed against your back and you felt his breath against the crown of your head, his chin resting on you, um, but still you didn’t say anything, his leg shifting forward and now his thigh was pressed to your ass and the back of your leg, UM?!, and Jungkook exhaled, slow and with a shudder.

You did not interrupt.

Stood shock still.

It didn’t so much bother you as it confirmed some things.

“Ah, s-sorry, I should have as–”

“It’s fine,” you replied automatically, not wanting to get into it, glancing at the monitor. The preview was small but even at this distance it was effective. Worth it. “Do whatever you think would give a good result. We have to try things,” you muttered, untangling yourself a little. “Let’s…”

Fuck it.

You turned around.

For a brief glimpse, you spotted Jungkook’s shocked expression, but you avoided it, planting your hands on his waist. No, that wouldn’t do. Your arms felt like they were in the way. You slid them back, over his sides and up, fanning your fingers out. Centimeters between your body and his. His right arm was now along your back, but only loosely, and with his musculature it wasn’t laying quite right if you kept this current distance between each other. You could tell from the way his upper arm was positioned against your shoulder.

You pressed to him.

Chest to chest.

Angled your head so your cheek faced his face and your eyes fixated to the side, not looking at him. But you could feel him. Feel the shallowing of his breath against your cheekbone. Feel the solidness of his body in your arms. Feel his shoulder muscles under your fingertips tense. Like you were really hugging him, except you weren’t.

Not really.

Right.

“Put your arm around me,” you said softly but firmly.

“T-This…?”

“With your thumb in my right back belt loop.”

You felt Jungkook’s entire body stiffen.

“E-Eh…?!”

Your eyes darted to the side and you glared at him from your peripheral vision, seeing beautiful expressive eyes far too close but never mind that. “Come on. It’s a tattoo and piercing shop. Provocative, remember?” You looked away again, to your right. Steeled your voice and sharpened it. You could feel the damn almonds in your left jeans front pocket. You should have put them in your bag.

For fuck’s sake.

“Do it.”

You had asked him to do it but you still weren’t prepared for his fingertips to brush the top of your ass and his palm rest against your hip. You lifted your pelvis away from him, pressing more into his torso, involuntarily closing your eyes. Too weird to stare out wide-eyed anyway.

“Just tell me when you’ve taken it.”

Seconds that felt like hours.

You could tell he was taking the photos. You felt his arm shift. Tilt. Another. His hand moved up and you managed not to shiver. Nudging your head with his nose. You followed the movement obediently. You weren’t going to make this any weirder than it already was. His touch barely on your hot skin. Held your breath.

“O… Okay.”

You moved back and you felt Jungkook also release a tense exhale. He didn’t back away from you though. You tried to think of another pose. Maybe if you just laid your hand on his shoulder as if you were about to walk past him and.

Wait.

You jerked back as Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest and yanked his white tank top up and over his head. Arms flexed, tan skin and inked patterns. You bit back the surprised sound that threatened to escape, looking away quickly and snapping your jaw tight.

“Wha–What are you doing?” you forced out as evenly as you could, snapping your head as Jungkook flung the article of clothing aside like it was goddamn litter. Um, hello? You gawked after it as it skidded across the floor, missing the table just so.

“Shit, I missed–”

You whipped your head back and Jungkook froze, as if he only now noticed you were real human being and not a prop. Now you were aimlessly standing there with a shirtless Jeon Jungkook that you had been getting closer to, but wasn’t this too close, he was too fit and attractive to…

To?

Oh, fuck.

You really hoped he hadn’t noticed your glance at his hard dark nipples and toned abs. It wasn’t exactly something you could ignore. You weren’t curious. Really. His pecs were right in front of your face. Still, you didn’t want to be seen as disrespectful or creepy.

Your jaw was slack.

On cue, an inappropriate thought popped into your head.

And you said it, because, well, you never missed an opportunity to tease.

“This is exactly how all porno vids start, Jungkook.”

Oh, come on. Not that casual tone. And why did you add his name with familiarity like that? That was so unnecessary. Now he was turning fifty shades of red. Great. None of that helped. Of course not. And you chose the crass term over adult films. Maybe you were too much of a bro. You cleared your throat and looked away, trying to break the tension with a soft chuckle.

And, of course, you both spoke at once.

“Ah, why did you…?”

“I mean, you said provocative, so,” Jungkook blurted out way too fast. “I had fasted because I thought it would be good to take off my… uh…” And now you witnessed the processing of that idea in real time. Hm, taking off your shirt for a photoshoot? Great idea. Taking it off in front of a woman you only kind of knew? Er. And in front of a woman that he…

You looked at him.

Jungkook immediately shut up.

You could see he was mildly regretting yeeting his tank top so far.

This couldn’t end if you didn’t get a grip. So, you got a grip and stepped up, half of your body covering his chest, your left side to his left side. You saw him stiffen, but you ignored it, looking straight ahead to the white paper backdrop behind him. Told yourself to breathe. Then you turned your head and you were staring at Jungkook’s left ear. He had three earrings on this side, but they were plainer compared to the five thicker huggies on his left. He stood shock-still, unsure of what to do even though this was his idea.

“Turn your arm so it shows the tiger lily.”

His head jerked and suddenly Jungkook was looking back at you.

You were so close that you could see his moles clearly, especially the one underneath his soft parted lips.

“You… You noticed the tiger lily?”

It was on the inside of his forearm. You had seen the vibrant orange under your lashes and immediately recognized the distinctive shape. You stared into those chocolate irises, barely moving your lips.

“You like them?” you whispered.

Your breath and his breath, mixing.

“It’s… It’s my birth flower…” Jungkook mumbled, dream-like.

He was both a striking and adorable man.

You smiled.

Not breaking eye contact.

“Take the photo.”

A second of hesitation.

“Ah, r-right.”

But Jungkok didn’t look away.

You felt his left hand by the bulge in your jeans pocket. Those damn almonds. Felt him press the button and wondered why the fuck you were still carrying deez nuts, but those thoughts came and went, not dawdling because you were under Jungkook’s gaze. Not overbearing, not trying to feel you out, but, rather, relaxing as you watched him, curious. That was the word.

Curious.

You leaned in closer, pressing your hip to his.

These goddamn almonds.

Placed your fingertips on his collarbone, casting shadows over his neck and jaw.

His chin tilted down, and now your lashes were lowering and so were his. Heavy with a mood. Acting. Just acting, you reminded yourself. Your brow barely touched his. Nearly nose-to-nose. You felt his hand shift a little, but at this point that was his job to press the button and your job to pretend like this chemistry was natural. His scent really was lovely. His sheets must smell just like him. Must be nice to lay in them and wake up with him beside you.

You whispered into the still air between you and him.

“I don’t really like this side of my face,” you murmured.

Those dark eyes flickered to yours.

“Looks good to me,” Jungkook said delicately.

Your fingertips slipped over the curve of his muscle.

He gasped under you and he tried to hide it, letting his eyelids slide shut. He couldn’t see you now. Couldn’t see you tilt your head just a little more. The faintest movement. His hair brushed against your forehead and temples. The distance between your lips and his was so narrow that you could feel the metal of the silver rings as you spoke once more.

“You can’t hide from me just because you close your eyes.”

A moment of closed lids.

Then.

Those brown irises rising beneath coy lashes.

A second.

You took a step back, mid-smile.

Jungkook’s right hand shot out and gripped your waist, pulling you back.

It happened all at once. The wispy exhale leaving your lungs. The warmth of his touch and strength of his tug making you collide with his body. Your hand stopping yourself, pressed against his sternum, molding to the curves. Your face suddenly centimeters from his, a soft gasp falling from your lips, and those round brown eyes went wide as if he only now realized that actions have consequences, as if this wasn’t the expected result, as if his bold move wouldn’t be met by a bolder one.

The movement had been so fast that strands of his black hair were still falling back onto his forehead.

You angled your head and kissed him.

Not the quick flitting peck that toyed with emotions but the press-to-heart, inhale-and-caress kiss, your hand sliding down, the pad of your middle finger stopping on his nipple. Not moving it, but he shivered against your touch, muffled whine under your lips, and your other hand grazed his hip, fingers dancing along the waistband of his jeans. No hesitation. Mature and sensual, his hair against your temples, yours whisking over his arm, your crotch to his hip.

You moved your left thigh forward.

Jungkook yelped into your mouth and drew back, his cheeks flushing pink.

Your hand slid across his bare back and pulled him back against you. You and him now entangled in a ying-yang embrace, no one able to escape. Traced a circle around his hard nipple and you could feel the trembling against your chest, hear the sharp inhale, watch him bite back a whimper. Your lips and breath followed his jaw as you spoke.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?”

His hand on your waist tightened.

You raised an eyebrow to his stunned expression that seemed more like a cover-up than it was honest. Not a cover-up for ill intentions, no. He was trying to hide something else. Excitement. Ah, that wasn’t it either. You stared into those expressive eyes. Read him like a book. He was…

You smiled.

Pressed your thigh against the hard bulge between his legs.

Jeon Jungkook was horny.

“I…” He completely paused with his mouth open. You waited, dancing your nails over his spine. “I was… I was going to…” His face was getting redder. He was still clutching you, his expression telling you that he couldn’t believe that you had taken that last moment from him. You ticked your head.

Challengingly.

“Go on then. Kiss me like you mean it.”

You wouldn’t have held it against him if he didn’t. Wouldn’t have been salty about it. You could be wrong, after all. Could be, but weren’t, because Jungkook’s brows furrowed, a spark of annoyance flaring through his expression. Flint to flame. You tilted your head back. Making him reach for it.

A sliding clatter.

Your head whipped to follow the sound. The small camera remote shot behind your bodies, hitting the backdrop, stark black against white, and then you felt strong fingers slide into your hair, turning you back to a playful smirk adorned with two silver lip rings.

Jungkook kissed you.

A little bit of desperation, a lot of defiance, and the electric taste of uncertainty, the fear of coming on too strong, but you did him one better, rolling your body into his and pressing back to him. Breathing in his scent, running your fingertips over his skin. Hooking two fingers on his belt loop and pulling him closer even though he couldn’t be any physically closer. It wasn’t enough. The tip of your tongue flitting between his lips, gently asking for more.

His sweet gasp addictive, saturated with the wind of the butterflies in his heart.

You ran your thumb along the top of the waistband, stroking his hot skin, and slipped your tongue into his mouth. His tongue brushed up against yours, sending a delicious wave of shivers through your chest, and you exhaled into his throat, low and slow, tasting him, savoring his quivering whimper, trapped in the heat under bright lights and electric tension. His left hand cupped your head, deepening the kiss, more, another, tongue against tongue, body against body, pulse beating in harmony.

You broke the kiss, but only to breathe and cross your arms.

Pulled up, inside out, stripping off your top and casting it out of the way, your hands already taking Jungkook’s wrists before it hit the ground. He stared down, wide-eyed, sputtering, and you pressed his palms to your sides, shivering at the contact of another. Guided him up, up, gliding your fingers over his and closing them around your breasts.

Jungkook gawked at you, jaw completely slack.

You smirked. “Wanna take a photo like this?”

His eyes narrowed. A touch possessive. It made your smirk grow.

“Fuck no.”

Your chuckle was cut off by another one of his kisses, respectively hard and soft from his piercings and his lips, insistent and heated. His hands squeezing, and you sighed approvingly, letting go so he could explore, running his fingers over your hard nipples. Moaning with you, kiss after kiss, breaking the chain to look down and awe at the way his hands framed your breasts, following the curve, pushing your large nipples with his index fingers, and he groaned, his eyes hazy, kissing you again, harder, hips to hips, that hard bulge fitting between the space of your thighs. Rolling his body into yours, chasing your lips despite you not moving away. Pleas hidden in his thin breath. You hooked a leg around his thigh and you saw his eyelashes flutter, moaning into your mouth, needy and wanting.

“What’s wrong?” you purred.

Grinded against him, lightly thrusting, way past suggestion at this point, stings of pleasure racing through you as his fingers flicked at your nipples, those brown irises glassy and unfocused, struggling to get his bearings.

“O-Oh… fuck…”

You fanned your fingers over his sides, sliding down his shapely back, your touch slipping under the top of his jeans.

“Don’t you wish?”

A shadow of confusion, but you simply rocked his hips into yours, digging your nails into the top of his ass and making him gasp, pressing up against you. Your lips hovering over that trembling mole under his lips, placing a single chaste kiss on his skin.

Airy chuckle.

“I didn’t plan to fuck you, so I didn’t bring protection or anything,” you explained, bouncing your breasts into his muscular chest. “I’m sorry but I can’t take that risk just because you’re cute and I like the way you taste.”

His defeated whine was too delicious to resist.

“But.”

You wanted to feel this heat a little more. Stare into those eyes a little longer. Too fast, other people would say. Fuck off, you would say. Those large brown eyes, that dreamy curious expression, that racing feeling from two electric hearts entangled with lustful friction down below, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“I have some ideas of things we can do.”

You led him back, making him lean against the rectangular pedestal.

“Poses, if you will.”

The way Jungkook smiled make the world sparkle with mirth.

“You cool with that?” you asked, not wanting to continue if there was no desire. His erection threatened to rip his damn jeans, and yet you wanted to hear him say it. Took his hands from your chest and placed them behind him, helping him catch the corners so he didn’t topple over. Placed your hands over his, stroking his knuckles. You lifted your head and Jungkook caught your gaze.

Biting the side of his lower lip and wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“I’m cool with you.”

Couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in. Lips and tongue and the slow fuck of his soft mouth, devouring his whines as you traced his body lines. His thighs. His sides. Down the center of his chest, your fingertips grazing, your lips leaving his and feathering down his neck. The tremble of his pecs now under your kisses, even the raging beat of his heart, his shallow breath skipping as your tongue tasted him, intoxicated by his scent and the way his body followed your every touch, wordlessly begging for more.

His moan was low and throaty, tapering to a whimper as you unbuttoned his jeans.

Unzipped them, breathing hot over his clothed section, pressing your lips to the strained fabric.

“P-Please…”

Even here, he smelled intentionally clean. Pure. Physically, anyway. Mentally, you doubted it, mostly because Jungkook was practically humping your face in impatience as you wiggled the top of his jeans down his tense thighs.

“Please… anything you want… please, please, do it…”

You pushed his black boxer briefs down.

Washing a burning hot exhale over taut skin and straining veins, making sure to look up at him to see Jungkook checking to see if you were satisfied with what you discovered, then immediately turning red when you caught him, tucking his chin against his shoulder to avoid your gaze. Black hair falling over his eyes. Biting his lip hard, trying to keep his cool.

You licked the dark red head expectantly.

His hips bucked. Gasp torn from his lips. The strong taste spread over your tongue, pre-cum and lust, and you cocked an eyebrow as Jungkook carefully ticked his head back, looking down at you from his peripheral vision, the left side of his lower lip caught between his teeth. He was a sizeable length and girth. Nothing you couldn’t handle and dismantle.

You closed your lips around the swollen head and teased the slit.

“Nrgh…hah…”

Tongue swirling, taking him deeper. Slow, wet, running wet muscle up and down from tip to base, rubbing that thin skin just under the head with persistent pressure and then all the way down to flick out against his balls. Hard then soft. Fuck. That prickling sensation sliding down your back was not a good sign. Molding your tongue to his cock, taking him deep, digging your own grave in the way that everyone hoped for when touching someone for the first time.

The taste, the scent, the lust.

The earnestness of him trying to hold himself back, wanting to succumb to your tight mouth and persistent desire rather than heedlessly chase his own pleasure. Trusting you and trusting that you could get him there.

Fuck.

You wanted to hiss, have some common sense, but your mouth was full of his dick so that wasn’t happening.

“You’re so hot, oh, fuck… fuck…”

Glanced up and saw Jungkook was staring down at you, your face, your tits, your knees planted down firmly. Your hands were on his thighs, keeping him steady as you took him in your mouth, deep to hit your throat and squeeze around the head, up across the roof of your mouth with your tongue rubbing against the underside, your lips catching at the base of the tip and brushing against the throbbing skin, his moan hitching, so sexy, so dreamy, so sublime in its rawness, unfiltered and untainted by expectation.

Well.

You hadn’t expected to suck off Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the photoshoot either.

Life finds a way.

There wasn’t room or time to laugh at your inappropriate thoughts so you went back to focusing on keeping that pressure, that building pace, pulling your shoulders back and driving them forward to diffuse the impact of the force you were exerting. Close, hearing it in his rough voice. Seeing his head tilting back, black hair and tan skin glimmering with sweat. His toned chest flexed, his shoulders strained, and suddenly you realized that it was your name in that needy, desperate tone. Your name falling out of shaking lips, followed by so good, fuck, you’re so good. Your name melting into his moan, filling his lungs, each breath drenched with potent, carnal desire. You were used to that.

What you weren’t used to was this sudden unbearable craving to hear Jungkook say it again.

And again.

Him, specifically.

Fuck.

He came with a groan, his head falling so far back that you could barely see his face, his hips thrusting up and your lips closing in. Thick spurts, messy spasms, squishing saliva and cum into the back of your throat. Strong and surprisingly delicious. An obvious tingle dispersing up the insides of your spread thighs, the pulse of his shuddering length mirroring your lower body.

Want me more.

Licking all around, swallowing, gripping his shaking hips so he couldn’t escape you, encouraged by his delicate but still compliant whimpers. There was an undertone here. How long? How long had he felt these sparks? How long had he dreamed for them to become fire? Was it after your bodies had touched or after you walked in and took off your jacket?

Before that?

You pulled back, your tongue lingering, swirling around his stiff, twitching length.

Those glassy brown eyes would tell you anything right now.

“I don’t want to stop here,” you murmured, staring into the windows of his soul.

“Please, d-don’t…” Breathless, panting, erotic. “I–”

Your fingers wrapped around his girth and pumped him.

“A-Ah!”

Calmly leaned in and curled your tongue around his balls, scooping them into your mouth, all while twisting your hand. Base to tip, creating a tight seal with the residual saliva. He wasn’t prepared. You could visibly watch the ecstasy ripple up from his core to his shocked expression, his eyes rolling back and his head falling, flushed lips quivering, hardly breathing as you held both with his balls with your lips and danced your tongue over them. Rapid strokes. Wet slick. Switching from one and then the other, humming to provide a strumming vibration. Changing the direction of your tongue and the pressure of your lips before switching again, from left to right, all the while keeping a firm, steady pace on his cock.

“Oh, s-shit, what, a-aaah… Your m-mouth is insane, wha…?”

Chasing a feeling.

His high and maybe it could be your pride, your ego, whatever. Sin. The immense satisfaction of watching someone unravel. Jungkook made it beautiful, surreal with his deep but clear voice, dreamy with his hard body lines and soft trembling against you, trying so hard to be so good and not disturb your hard work so he could get the most out of it.

So he could savor your desire for him.

So he could bask in it.

So he could want it more.

“I-I, ah, I’m gonna cum again, please, please, please let me cum in your mouth, ple–”

The fuck was Jeon Jungkook so stupid hot for?

The slight irritation must have shown on your face and it did nothing to stop him, his head snapping back and suddenly he was burning under your gaze. You popped your mouth off and left a trail of spit down his legs, sliding your tongue out to hover under the dark purple-red head of his throbbing cock, pushing him to the edge, hard, fast, racing, I’m so close, you’re so sexy, oh, fuck, that racing prickling down your spine and a heady haze invading all your thoughts, the kind of haze that made you forget common sense, forget the earlier events of the day, and forget even the previous apprehension of being so close to someone you didn’t know too well.

Now you knew a lot.

Heh.

He could see it and you could feel it, the warm streak streaming across your tongue, another splattering before you pressed the flinching head to your mouth, hearing his ragged moan and hiking whimpers, oversensitive and overstimulated and willfully drowning in it, feels so fucking good, your lips are so soft, a-ah, swallowing and grazing your lips over him, faint but so wet, sucking off your saliva and replacing the wetness with kisses, making his body twist and writhe, unable to take it all but wanting to, needing to so damn bad that he thrust into your face, smearing your cheek with leaking cum and spit.

Jungkook moaned so fucking loud that you swore security was about to walk into the rented studio space and catch you pinning him down.

“Hey, hey,” you chided, crawling back up his body, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t lose your mind–”

His lips collided with yours and silenced your words, lip piercings electrifying the contact, kissing you again and again, surely tasting himself but you had no time to warn or complain, suddenly feeling hurried hands fumbling with your jeans, slipping, stumbling, too much haste and too much lust, mumbling against your lips.

“Stop me, stop me if you don’t want it,” he was saying and there was no need, but you appreciated him saying it all the same, fighting with his grasp to undo the fastenings yourself, and then his fingertips found your hot skin. You sucked in a tight breath. Jeans heavy enough to fall down your thighs, and then two fingers hooking on each side of your barely-there, bikini-cut black panties, a second and then gone, now shivering at the rush of cool air on your damp heat.

The moment before he touched you.

Your gaze caught his under lashes, and his eyes shifted back up to you, his lips brushing against yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this fast and this bad,” he gasped.

Honestly, you couldn’t really think about anyone else but Jeon Jungkook right now.

“Me neither.”

You grabbed his right hand and shoved two of his fingers into your pussy.

Middle and ring finger, gasping at the full feeling and the slick ease, pushing him up to his knuckles right away. The response was immediate. His eyes widening, your inner walls closing in around them, your juices dripping onto the silver ring on his index finger, hoping he was okay with that. Thankfully, it was a plain band so there wasn’t much irritating friction when you began to roll your hips into his hand. He thrust upwards, shooting a wave of pleasure through you, and you snapped your head up, exhale laced with the sting of hunger.

“S-Sorry, I got excit–”

You grabbed his head and shut him up, driving his fingers into you to indicate the deep and intense pace you desired before diving into his lips, catching his tongue and sucking on it. You had expected him to be strong and he did not disappoint. It was a rough ride and you rode it with ease, with wild greed, with commitment of your full body, hips and back and teasing his tongue, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his hard forearm just in case you needed to tell him to adjust or stop.

His muscle was like iron.

You glanced down, seeing ink shadowed by your vicious grip. He must work out. Had to with this amount of control and how hard he was flexing right now. Looked back up and Jungkook was watching you, curious of your attention shift, and then you felt his forearm pulse.

Teasing you.

A flash of mischief in those dark brown orbs.

You narrowed your eyes and nipped at his lower lip.

Still felt him smirk though.

Punk.

But there was no time, inhaling sharply as you came in violent pulses, your pussy molding around his fingers and squeezing tightly. Your slick juices sticking to the inside of your thighs despite his hand being there, your skin tingling hot even with the aggressive air conditioning, your lips pressing into his. Shuddering, eyes closing, heartbeat pounding in your throat, alive.

Fuck.

“F… Fuck…”

Jungkook didn’t scold you about your unladylike language, at least.

“Can I…?”

He asked you something but the afterglow was leaving you lust-drunk, simply agreeing and turning around. His wet fingers trailed over your hip, your thigh, and then back to where they had been between your legs. His other hand on your lower abdomen, pressing your ass back and you finally understood, half-smiling when you felt his semi-hard cock sliding between the dip in your ass. His whimpering gasp, letting go of your torso to adjust himself behind you. Now the wet head was tucked in the space just under your tailbone. An obscene scene, his two fingers sliding back into your pussy, ah, so full, and his hand returned to your chest, pinching your nipples. His forehead hit your shoulder, forcing you to arch your back.

His moan heated your shoulder blades, desperation pitching as he rolled his hips into your ass.

“F-Feels so good, your skin is so soft–”

You reached back and pushed the sides of your ass together, creating a deeper channel.

“A-Ah, oh, fuck, fuuuuuuuck…”

You were about to say something but then you realized the camera was still on.

The remote was meters away so no photos were being taken. The monitor was still on though, and you could clearly see yourself with Jungkook’s left hand all over your breasts, your hard nipples pinched and tugged at, his tattooed forearm over your lower belly and crotch while you held your ass in position for his hardening cock to rut behind you.

Your hair was a gotten mess, leaving your face in tangled shadow.

The top of his black hair was balanced on your shoulder.

His forehead was pretty damn sweaty but you didn’t even care.

His hand between your legs slipping, the two fingers now atop your swollen clit, rubbing softly, harder, your voice hoarse with exertion, and he did exactly as you asked, building up the pace, your nipples stiffening even more at his actions and causing sparks to dance in your blood, your breath shallowing, falling into it, letting go, your hair tumbling back onto his shoulder and closing your eyes, diving into the pleasure, wave after wave, feeling him harden against you, his strong thighs behind yours, somehow holding you up through sheer willpower.

You gasped his name, delicate and breathless, and Jungkook moaned behind you.

Slick becoming slicker, the scent of sweet-sour lust saturating the air, sticking to the insides of your thighs.

Should have brought a damn condom.

His hand left your tingling chest and you felt the head of his cock throb, smearing even more pre-cum between your ass. The aftershocks of orgasm stung through you, leaving you faint and woozy. He kept rubbing against your skin, rock-hard, whimpering, mumbling under his ragged breath.

It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you.

“Can I… Can I cum on your ass? Please? Please, I…”

Was it possible to fall in love with someone for being an insatiable horndog?

You had to laugh. It sounded more like an airless wheeze. Nice. If that didn’t lock him down, you next words had to be the ticket.

“Are you a freak?”

You turned around to face him and Jungkook shrugged, chewing on his lower lip.

“I am now?” he admitted in uncertain question.

You grinned. “Lucky you, ‘cause so am I.”

Then you pointed to the active monitor to remind him that the camera was, in fact, still on, enjoying every second of his face turning shades of deeper and deeper pink with his hand still around his hard dick. He had such adorable wide-eyed shock. You yanked him up, both of you still entangled with your pants down your shins, and yet it was just a fun obstacle at the time (although much later you would wonder why you hadn’t simply kicked them off). Shuffled to switch places, balancing your lower abdomen and crotch on the top of the rectangular pedestal, bending over with your ass in the air.

This was probably the best action this studio was getting in its entire existence.

Blessed, truly.

You turned your head to make sure you were in frame, not putting much pressure but just enough to not fall over, arching your back to have your breasts look their best, exposing their full perky shape, reaching back to spread your pussy lips for Jungkook to look at as he jacked off.

You were, as they say, a generous sex goddess.

“W-Woah!”

You smirked as his attention was completely diverted from the equipment, forgetting to be embarrassed, his jaw dropping as you flexed your opening, letting out a shaky breath as you heard the wetness echo in the silence. Tightening your core, releasing, and you could see his grip tense, moving, his lashes lowering. The pleasure was palpable from the heavy scent of sex to the sound of hand on taut skin. Jungkook was standing slightly beside your legs, every so often grazing the dripping, tender head to the top of your ass, moaning wantonly at the contact. You could clearly see the rapid movement of his arm, could sense the speed and power and desperation, fiercely chasing orgasm with his eyes roaming over your back, ass, pussy, back up to the monitor to stare at your obviously hard nipples, and if someone walked in right now you would most certainly snarl at them to wait for Jungkook to finish.

They would probably be too shell-shocked at this literal porno-vid-to-real-life to even say anything but never mind that.

You stiffened reflexively as you felt his searching fingers glide over your slit. Checked and his eyes were rolling back, groaning as he felt your muscle control, mumbling something about wanting to put his cock in your pussy so bad, not right now, I can’t, I can’t, I w-wouldn’t last, a-ah, I have to be good for you, shivers racing through your body at the suggestion, a craving created, and you gave in, sighing dreamily, his finger circling your sensitive clit, the pulse thudding under his touch, and you moaned for him, asking for it.

Which was how you ended up orgasming again with Jungkook stroking your clit and shooting out a stream of hot cum over your ass, pitching forward and smearing it up your back.

Dripping all over you.

“D-Don’t stop…” you gasped out.

Not shying away from the overwhelm and instead aching for it.

His fingers pumped in and out of your wet tightness, your walls spasming at the extended pleasure, barely registering him lifting himself up so he didn’t crush you into the pedestal, rocking your hips back so he struck deeper, harder, and then you yelped, hazy vision clearing suddenly at the feeling of hot tongue to your back.

The surprise made you freeze as you spotted Jungkook in the monitor.

His dark eyes followed yours as he licked his cum off your ass, devious mouth trailing kisses.

Well.

Shit.

An intense high bolted through you and you gasped, knees buckling, pussy clenching around his fingers and throwing your head back, drawn-out moan bursting out of your lungs, clutching the corners for balance and perhaps just to orient to reality, the impossibility and sinfulness of the situation blossoming into a vicious orgasm that crawled up your legs, your arms, chewing throughout your lungs, mounting pleasure as Jungkook pulled a finger out to press against your clit.

He must have felt it.

His warm moan heating your lower back, the delicate pad of his fingertip sensing the brutality of the throbs ransacking you. Even you were witness, the camera monitor revealing everything, seeing the tendons of your neck pop and your collarbones prominent. Lashes low, pink tongue sliding out of your flushed lips, the memory of his unique kiss lingering and making you dream of him already.

You had run out of witty things to say.

Thoughts in general currently obsolete.

“H-Hah…”

Your hands slid down, still shaking from the fallout of the afterglow.

“L-Let me… Let me go to the bathroom and get you something to c-clean up,” Jungkook panted, attempting to get to his feet very unsteadily. You made a noise of agreement, breathing hard although not very loudly, pushing your hair back. It was doomed. You were hunched over and the tousled wave simply fell back, but you let it be because at the moment post-nut clarity was setting in.

Bro.

You just fucked Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the photoshoot.

Pushing off, standing on legs that had the structural integrity of soft tofu, wondering why you also had brains of soft tofu as well. For fuck’s sake. What happened to getting a grip? You yanked at your jeans, not quite pulling them all the way up yet. How old were you now? Surely true adults aren’t this deranged. Surely over the years you would have learned to not fuck a guy you barely knew. And completely sober!

Your stomach growled.

The hunger was not only sexual, it seemed.

Your hand hit the left pocket of your jeans. The crunch of plastic. You frowned, reaching in and pulling out a small package of almonds. You stared at it. Wow. Seriously. The mascot on the almonds looked way too jovial for how disheveled you were right now. You stomach clawed at your insides upon seeing the food.

Fuck it.

Jungkook came back to you holding the handful of almonds and chomping away.

The plastic was on the ground. Actual litter. You would pick it up later. Eat first. He was still shirtless. You wondered if he ran into anyone. You found that you didn’t really care as long as he only thought about you. Seemed like he did, because he skidded to a stop, looking terribly concerned.

You popped another almond in your mouth.

“Uh…”

Shit, you really liked him.

His brows knitted together. “I got some tissues. And paper towels, in case your back…”

You took the tissues and wiped between your legs, still holding the unsalted nuts with your left hand. “I probably need a shower. No one is gonna know you came on me anyway.” Chew, chew. Damn, you super liked him. Shit. Jungkook hovered next to you, not wanting to leave. You usually hated that but not with him. Oh, no. You pretended that you weren’t going to give up all responsibilities to fuck him seven days a week even though you barely knew him. Well, you knew what he was like in bed.

Really fuckin’ good.

Heh.

Technically not in a bed yet, but, eh, semantics.

“I’m really hungry,” you remarked.

“Me too,” Jungkook nodded, but he was still stuck to you, as close as he could be without clinging onto you. Trying to be cool about it. You glanced at him and he looked away quickly, feigning like he hadn’t been staring. Your jeans weren’t buttoned, but they were hanging off your hips. Ah, that explained it. You hadn’t handed him the wad of used tissues despite him clearly showing that he would help you with that gladly.

You fisted the rest of the almonds.

No, not actually.

Fine, you dumped the remainder into your mouth. Chewed thoughtfully. “I have a question and I want a truthful answer,” you mused, directing your gaze at him. Jungkook peeked back through his curls of mostly dry black hair. Must have wiped off his sweat. “Did you plan this?”

He shook his head very quickly and straightforwardly. “No, I didn’t. I swear.”

You believed him. “Never thought about it?”

His hesitation was glaringly obvious.

“Um…”

You waited.

“Y-Yeah… but it was hard to approach you… and I didn’t even think you remembered me.”

You frowned. “Of course, I remember you. I’ve seen you often. You’re not easy to miss.”

His ears were bright red. “O… Oh…”

You thought about it. There weren’t many opportunities for Jeon Jungkook and you to be alone. Then… The cheerful trickster face of the tattoo artist popped into your head.

You frowned slightly. “Did he plan this?”

The possibility seemed to have dawned on Jungkook. He looked surprised and then confused. “I never said… was it that night, when we were drinking at four in the morning…?” His dark brows furrowed. “I don’t remember what happened that night…”

You stared at him.

He slowly slipped from his thoughts and looked back at you, somewhat terrified at your intensity.

You told him exactly what you thought.

“You’re an idiot.”

He sputtered. “H-Hey!”

You shrugged. “Still wanna fuck you though. With condoms. Wanna come back to mine?”

“W-Wait…what?”

“Actually, we should grab something to eat first because I can’t live off only almonds. I’ll die.”

It wasn’t until you were fully dressed and Jungkook was yanking his tank top back on did you look more closely at the monitor screen. After clean up and kisses and light teasing (much to Jungkook’s dismay but he better get used to it if he wanted to be around you), you peered at the narrow column of previews on the side, tilting your head at the last one taken.

Uh.

“Jungkook?”

He was scrambling around behind you, snatching something off the ground. Oh, right, the camera remote he threw. “Huh? Ah!” You heard a thud and swearing. Must have run into the pedestal in his haste to get to you. You ignored his chaotic grumbling and used the mouse to click on the preview, expanding it.

Oh, you know.

Just you and Jeon Jungkook kissing for the first time in high definition.

You raised your eyebrows as he bounded up behind you, what, what, what, then skidding to a dead stop, centimeters from your crouched form. You stuck your tongue in your cheek. He must have pressed the button when it happened.

“Accident?”

Turned your head to look at him.

Those big peepers shifted awkwardly.

You blinked again, agonizingly slow.

“Uh… Yeah…?” he cautiously answered.

Believable.

Not.

You straightened and crossed your arms, giving him a look. Thoroughly intimidating. Jungkook blinked very fast and looked like he was trying not to enjoy it, which did not help you in maintaining the front. This fucking little shit. Or, rather, tall and muscular – never mind. You clicked your tongue and ticked your head to the screen.

“What were you gonna do with it? Frame it?”

He shrugged veeeery slowly. Raising his hands with his shrug as he replied.

“Maaaaaaaybe?”

You tried not to snort in laughter. It was very difficult. Sigh. He was so freaking annoying. And what was worse was that you liked it. Fuck. Maybe you hit delirium. Damn almonds. You wouldn’t have been so weak for Jeon Jungkook if it wasn’t for those fuckin’ almonds creating your aggravating morning.

Hm.

That had to have been the fattest lie you have ever told yourself.

“Can you just have a meal with me so I don’t have to tell everyone the reason we’re dating is because we fucked during the photoshoot?”

He started speaking very fast and stumbling on his words, Busan satoori slipping out. “Oh! We’re dating? Yes! I mean… yes, please! Wait… are we going to your place too, I mean, I would like to but I understa–”

Well.

You should remember you got yourself into this, bro.

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Do yourself a favor and read this mini series. Wow. Chefs kiss. I love the drama and Jisung is just a cutttiieeeeee

Kinkuary 17 Han Jisung — anonymous sex // restraint

➥ soft dom!Han × sub!Reader

summary: Y/N has always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a total stranger and agrees to meet up with a stranger off the internet, like a total dumbass.

wc: 6.1k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption (a bottle of wine), sexual content (minors dni!): anonymous sex/ hookups, reader is restrained the entire time, fingering, protected and unprotected sex (definitely use protection), two or three spanks, dirty talk (only a little, he calls her a slut), grinding, multiple orgasms, Jisung cums on the readers ass, and I think that's everything. Please let me know if I missed something!

a/n: TW: this is a consensual scenario involving anonymous sex. The reader consents entirely to being used by a stranger!! Also, NEVER, EVER, EVER MEET RANDOM PEOPLE OFF THE INTERNET BY YOURSELF!!! If this bothers you, DO NOT READ THIS. I'm not into anonymous sex but still, the idea of being restrained and used by Jisung??? OOF. 🥵 das hot. I’m also considering turning this into a three part mini series cause I have ideas. Anyway, I hope you like this part of Kinkuary! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Part 2 // Part 3

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“I didn’t know you were into that,” Felix admitted, picking up his drink and taking a sip. Your cheeks burned, having regretted even opening your mouth.

You never should have said anything. Should have kept your mouth shut. You knew when alcohol was involved, you always ended up saying something you would later regret and this was no different.

“I mean, it makes sense,” Felix said suddenly. “You fit the whole damsel in distress kind of thing.”

You looked up quickly. “And just what the hell does that mean?” You asked incredulously. Felix merely chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not bad,” he admitted with a shrug. “It just makes sense. You and being tied up, I mean.”

You should have known, your best friend would probably now use this to tease you until your death.

“Oh my god!” You whined, covering your face, wanting to strangle Felix as he laughed. “What? It’s a totally normal kink to—”

“Please shut up before I castrate you!” You hissed. Felix held up his hands in defeat. “White flag?” He asked, pretending to wave a flag at you.

“Please just forget I said anything,” you grumbled, glad he nodded, seemingly dropping the conversation.

[three days later]

Your phone dinged, drawing your attention briefly away from your computer screen but you couldn’t focus when the chatroom before you was going wild, the conversation in the server going absolutely nuts.

You’d joined this server on a whim, having found it on a forum for the BDSM community. It was a rather large server but it was well organized, a category for any possible kink you could think of and many different threads for members to chat with one another.

You had found the channel for hookups and anon sex and clicked on it right away. The great thing about the forum and the server was that it allowed you to keep your identity secret, setting a nickname and icon for yourself.

You were backreading the chat until you saw you got a ping, the little red notification popping up. You clicked on it and was brought to the bottom of the chat where you saw a message from one Hanji asking who the new person was. The new person being you.

Hanji: ex0ticbuttrs? Who the hell is that lmao?

Turtle: leave them alone Hanji.

Pogo: yeah, don’t even think about it Hanji

Glitterx: tbh I forgot Hanji was even still here 🙄

Hanji: i’m hurt, glitter

Hanji: did our last meeting mean nothing to you? 😔

Turtle: oh? 👀 Glitterx? Didn’t know you met up with Hanji

Pogo: what? When the hell did this happen? and why didn’t I know?

Glitterx: because it’s none of your business Pogo. And you, Hanji. Get my name out of your mouth

Glitterx: i thought i made it clear what happened two weeks ago should never have happened

Greenie: hey, take it to DMs. Not in the server. You won’t be warned again.

Turtle: 👀

Pogo: 👁👄👁

Hanji: yes sir 🫡

Glitterx: i don’t have time for this. Bye.

Turtle: 😬

Pogo: well that was awkward…

Hanji: i’m still here 😑

Turtle: good for you?

Pogo: hey look. Butters is typing

You: …what the fuck did i just stumble upon?

Turtle: welcome to the shit show.

Pogo: wrong channel man. That’s at the bottom

Hanji: hello Butters

Turtle: i keep picturing butters from south park lmao

Pogo: PFFFFFTTTTT 🤣

You: …yeah this was a mistake. I’m leaving lol

Hanji: wait no Butters! Don’t go ur so segci ;) ahaha

Turtle: i will eat your first born Hanji

Pogo: jfc dude. Take it to #/cumplay lmfao

You: what the actual fuck is happening?

Turtle: ignore them. They have no manners whatsoever

Pogo: speak for urself ):<

Hanji: i’ll have you know i am very well behaved 😤

Hanji: hey, Butters. Where u from?

You: wouldn’t you like to know?

Hanji: …uh yeah. Thats why i’m asking lol

Turtle: stop being creepy Hanji

Pogo: ahh let him be, Turt. I wanna see Butters ream him a new one.

You: get your #/cuckold bullshit out of here Pogo

Turtle: HAH. I like you :>

Hanji: GRRR WOOF BARK BARK

Turtle: oh fuck off, you dumb dog

Pogo: it’s embarrassing to associate with either of you

Hanji: then leave?

Turtle: so, Butters, what are you here for?

Hanji: hey that’s my line ):

You: honestly? I’m not entirely sure. This is really overwhelming and i think joining this server was a mistake.

Hanji: wait, seriously. Don’t go yet.

You: why?

You stared at your screen, waiting for Hanji to explain himself but instead you received a DM from him.

Hanji: this is gonna be crazy and hear me out

You: i already don’t like where this going…

Hanji: what if we met up?

You: aaand there it is…

Hanji: come on. What’s the worst that can happen?

You: kidnapping, assault, murder?

Hanji: okay, i didn’t do any of that to glitter. You can ask them if i’m legit.

You: why are you so adamant on meeting?

Hanji: you seem like my type.

You: i’ve barely typed anything in chat. How can i be your type?

Hanji: it’s just a feeling. Idk how to describe it.

Hanji: but if you want, ask Glitter. They’ve met me irl

You didn’t know why you were doing it but you searched for Glitter in the member list before sending them a direct message, apologizing first for dming them without permission then asked about Hanji. Glitter was to the point but still polite.

They told you that they had indeed met Hanji in person and that while he’s annoying on the server, he’s not that insufferable in person. Very cheeky and quite dorky. They then told you to proceed with caution because Hanji has a habit of blabbing about his conquests on the server.

You thanked them and went back to Hanji’s DM.

Hanji: where did you go?

Hanji: did you talk to Glitter?

Hanji: :c where go?

You: calm down you squirrely little man

Hanji: hey ):

You: yes, i spoke to glitter and they told me to proceed with caution

Hanji: what? Why would they say that?

You: apparently you like to run your mouth about who you’ve hooked up with in chat

Hanji: that was ONE time. And i was drunk

You: they also said you’re a dork and not nearly as insufferable as you are in chat

Hanji: …so they just bad mouthed me the whole time?

You: pretty much

Hanji: did they say anything else?

Hanji: anything about my… performance?

You: no actually and i’m not sure it’s appropriate to ask

Hanji: wanna keep it a surprise? (;

You: goodbye 🙃

Hanji: no please i’m sorry!

Hanji: but i’m serious. I would like to meet up if you’re interested, here

Hanji: [link to instagram]

Hanji: this is my account. If you don’t believe, ask glitter and they can confirm that’s me.

You stared at the link hesitantly. You would be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious what was on the other side of the link. You were actually very interested to see what this guy looked like.

You clicked on the link and waited as the link took you to your instagram app.

Whatever you had expected, it certainly wasn’t this.

Hanji was really attractive. He had a slightly tanned complexion and very round cheeks that gave him a rather youthful look and you wondered how old he was.

You continued to tap on his photos, looking through his posts. He’d had several different hair colors according to his posts and you wondered if his newest post was what he currently looked like.

As you tried to return to the discord app, you saw a little heart pop up and realized you accidentally liked his most recent post. “Shit!” You hissed, immediately unliking the post, hoping he didn’t have time to see and react to the notification but the second your phone buzzed with a DM notification, you knew you’d been caught.

Setting up a time and place to meet Hanji was much easier than you expected since his schedule was pretty clear and you worked from home. You decided to be risky and invited him to your place. It was risky for sure but you told Felix that he needed to check in on you later in the night.

You waited nervously in your apartment, picking at the sleeve of your sweater.

It wasn't like you to meet strange guys off the internet but then again, you and Felix did technically meet online and became best friends but then again, you also never slept with each other.

You and Hanji agreed to use fake names to maintain the anonymous aspect of the hook up. You’d also brought up the restraint kink you had and found Hanji was completely for the idea and if you changed your mind at any time, he was okay with that too.

Since agreeing to meet up, you’d looked at Hanji’s profile a handful of times, wondering which photo he actually looked like. Wondering if he had light brown hair, dark brown hair, black or even strawberry blond hair.

You jumped when the buzzer sounded, pulling you from your thoughts. 'Shit. Calm down, bitch. You've hooked up plenty of times before,' you told yourself as you got up to answer the intercom.

“Yes?” You asked through the intercom system. The person on the other side pulled their mask down and you realized it was Hanji. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice. “It’s me,” he added.

“Hey, I’ll buzz you in,” you answered, pressing the unlock button and turning off the camera feed and turning away from the keypad to stand beside your kitchen island.

It took a few minutes before you heard soft knocks at your front door and walked over, taking a few calming breaths. On the other side of the peephole, stood the same man in the black mask as before.

You unlocked the door, pulling it open and looked up, meeting his gaze.

Upon seeing you, he pulled his mask down and you saw his face. “Hey,” he said as you opened the door further to let him in. “Hey,” you parroted as he stepped into your foyer.

You stepped away from the door as he slipped his shoes off and followed.

“So,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around.

You took the time to look him over. He was average height, not too tall but not too short either with the same golden skin. His hair, which was mostly hidden under a black beanie, was the same medium brown you’d seen in his most recent Instagram post.

In addition to the black beanie, he wore a white hoodie under a dark blue denim jacket and a pair of fitted black jeans with rips in the thighs and knees. His shoes, which now sat beside yours near the door, were black boots.

He turned back to look at you, finding you already watching him. "Nice place," he said, nodding and looking around once again. You murmured a thank you and moved towards the kitchen, trying to put a physical barrier between you.

Why did you do this? Why did you have to be so dumb?

"Do you want something to drink?" you asked, reprimanded yourself in your head for not calling this whole thing off before it got this far. Hanji nodded. "Yeah," he said, moving to sit at one of your bar stools at the kitchen island.

You turned to your fridge and opened it to look inside. "Uh, I've got water, tea, juice-" you rattled off before he stopped you. "Honestly, do you have any beer or wine?" You looked over your shoulder at him and he noticed the look on your face.

"Look, I know it's not exactly late in the day but I'm gonna be honest with you," he said, occupying himself by playing with his fingers, the nails which you just noticed were painted black.

"I'm nervous as hell right now and could really use something to help me loosen up," he admitted, which made your expression soften. 'So he's nervous too?' "So like, if you’ve got any, a beer or even a glass of wine would help a lot."

You turned back to your fridge and grabbed the unopened bottle of wine, shutting the door and moved to grab two stemless wine glasses. You tried to ignore the way his eyes followed you as you set the glasses down and opened the bottle, pouring the wine into both cups. You set the bottle on the counter and pushed on glass towards him. He took it, thanking you and raised it to his lips.

You took a sip, trying to keep your eyes off him as he downed like three gulps. "You're not supposed to chug it," you snorted, making him grimace. "Sorry. Like I said, I'm nervous as hell right now."

You nodded, looking down at your own hands. "Yeah, me too." You looked back up to meet his gaze. "I've never done this before," you admitted. "I've never invited strangers on the internet to my home before." Hanji nodded, following along as you spoke.

"So, I guess what I'm getting at is I'm putting a lot of trust in you, Hanji," you explained, looking up to meet his gaze again. "Han," he answered, noticing your confused expression. "My name is Han. Well my last name," he continued. "So you can call me that."

You nodded. "Obviously, Butters is neither my last or first name," you admitted. Han let out a laugh. "Yeah I know. It's a Five Nights at Freddy's reference, right?" he asked, drawing your attention. "Yeah! Do you play video games?" you asked, suddenly very excited to have found common ground. He nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I play with my roommate all the time," he answered. "Wanna play a round while we finish this?" you asked, picking up the bottle of wine and holding it up. A smile spread across his face. "What game?" he asked, leaning forward onto the counter.

"Hmmm. Smash or Mario Kart?" you asked, a glint in your eye. Han's smile widened. "Kart," he answered. My roommate plays and I always beat him," he added. You rolled your eyes as a grin spread across your face.

"Oh I am so gonna kick your ass."

Kick his ass you did as you downed your wine, polishing off the bottle rather quickly as you sat on your couch racing down Rainbow Road and trying to out race the AIs and each other. You managed to beat him each time, laughing as he groaned in frustration.

"How are you so good at this?" he asked as he picked up his glass and downed the rest of the wine in it. "I play against my best friend a lot and I always beat him," you answered as you picked up the bottle to pour him more but found the glass was very light.

You peered into the bottle and sighed. "All gone," you murmured sadly. Han sighed and pouted. "And you still have half your glass left," he whined. You chuckled and picked it up. "You want some?" You asked, drawing his attention. He nodded, eyes widening when you beckoned him over to your side of the couch.

He scooted closer as you took a sip and then held the glass out for him. He took it from you and took a sip, keeping his eyes locked with yours. Handing the glass back, he watched as you took another drink, finishing it off and set the glass aside.

"So now what?" he asked. "We finished the bottle and you beat me, yet again," he added, sounding playfully bitter at the end of his sentence, making you laugh. "I could make it up to you," you said, feeling emboldened by the alcohol.

Han's eyes widened slightly before a smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "How?"

You leaned forward slightly, grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulled him closer, your lips crashing against his. It was rushed, messy, and all you could taste was his tongue and the wine as his hands moved, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

"You always this bold?" he asked breathlessly when you pulled away, trailing soft kisses down his neck. "Hmm, sometimes," you murmured, pushing the collar of his hoodie aside to bite the skin where his neck and shoulder met, making him groan.

One of your hands moved to the base of his head where his hair peeked out from under the beanie, trying to tangle your fingers in his locks but snatched the beanie off and tossed it aside. "Yah!" he whined. "That was my favorite beanie!"

"Oh you'll get it back," you snapped, fingers combing through his hair and tugging slightly, pulling his head to the side and opening up more of his neck to you. "So snappy," he mumbled.

His hands squeezed, nails digging into your skin before he moved to grab your ass, pulling your hips closer and grinding over his jeans. "Fuck," he moaned as you left bite marks and red hickeys on his neck. You pulled back, frustrated by the hoodie and his jacket.

"Off," you growled, pushing the jacket off him and then helping him take off the hoodie, leaving him in a plain black tee shirt. You pulled the collar back and resumed biting and leaving marks while his hands continued to explore, his hips bucking up into you.

"You're really good with your mouth," he commented, head falling back against the couch cushions as your lips left his neck and moved back up to meet his in a much slower, more deliberate kiss.

"Should we move this somewhere else?" He asked against your lips. "We could," you replied between kisses. You let out a moan as he forced your hips down, grinding against your cloth covered center. "Unless your restraints are out here," he joked.

You shook your head. "No. Bedroom," you answered, still kissing him. "Then we should probably head there," he replied, trying to speak in between kisses. You hummed in response, letting out a squeak when he quickly stood up, easily lifting you up and then dropping you to your feet.

"Lead the way," he said, laughing when you eagerly grabbed his hand and pulled him along, leading him to your bedroom. He barely had time to register the room before you shoved him onto the bed, landing on his butt with a slight bounce.

“You know,” he said as you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. “You never told me your name.” Your hands worked to undo his pants, reaching into his underwear and pulling his hardened cock free from its confines.

“Great observation,” you joked, giving his length a few strokes, enjoying the sounds he made as his head fell back. “So what should I call you?” He asked, voice weak and breathless as you looked up at him.

“Whatever you want,” you answered. “Princess, baby, kitten, bunny, anything.” You felt his hand comb through your hair. “You really aren’t going to—” he started to ask but fell short, a moan slipping out as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as you took more of him deeper in your mouth. “If you don’t slow down, I’m gonna blow,” he added as you pulled back to swirl your tongue around the tip. “Shit, shit,” he groaned, fingers in your hair tugging gently.

“Stop, seriously,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled back, letting his cock fall from your mouth. “Already?” You asked teasingly. Han grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you up, crashing his lips against yours.

“Where do you keep your restraints?” He whispered. You pointed to the bottom drawer of your dresser that stood against the wall. Han pushed you onto the bed and got up, discarding his pants before moving to open your dresser drawer.

“Oh shit,” he whispered as you watched. He pulled out your favorite pink restraints and silver spreader bar. He turned to look at you. “This?” He asked, eyes wide.

“What about it?” You asked as he stood up. “You want to use this?” He asked.

You nodded. “You know how to use it?” You asked as he approached the bed. “In theory,” he said, climbing onto the bed. “Well, it won’t do much with my clothes on,” you replied jokingly.

He set the bar aside and grabbed your wrists, pushing you onto your back and pinning your arms down. “Then let me help with that,” he murmured, lips trailing down the side of your neck as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt.

“May I?” He asked softly. It was endearing that he wanted to make sure you were on board with everything but you really just wanted him to hurry up and restrain you. “Yes,” you breathed out, sitting up to let him pull your shirt off.

“Lay down,” he ordered, moving to undo the button and zipper of your pants and pulling them off, leaving you in your underwear. He threw your pants off the bed and turned back to face you.

“On or off?” He asked, referring to your underwear. “Off,” you answered, giggling as his fingers skimmed your skin and pulled your black lacy panties down your legs, dropping them on the floor as you pulled off your bralette.

Your cheeks burned as his eyes scanned your bare body. You suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze and moved to cover yourself. Han grabbed your hands and pulled them away. “No,” he said softly. “Don't hide. You are so beautiful,” he added.

Your cheeks burned even more as his lips met your skin, trailing soft, wet kisses down the valley between your breasts, one of his hands moving to cup your chest gently. You let out a sigh, pressing against his touch.

A moan left your lips as you felt his tongue drag over the sensitive skin of your nipple before swirling around as the skin pebbled. You whined as he took the bud in his mouth, teasing with light licks and suckles.

His hand on your other breast squeezed, kneading the skin before moving to brush his thumb over your pert nipple. Your thighs squeezed around his waist, blood rushing to your center and your arousal starting to spill out of your cunt.

“Han,” you breathed out his name, back arching as he let go of your breast, his hand sneaking between your bodies to find your clit, thumb brushing over it as he continued to flick his tongue against your nipple.

“Fuck,” you hissed as his fingers traced around your entrance lightly before dipping inside. “Don’t tease,” you whimpered, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other combing through his locks.

You let out a moan as his finger pushed into your wet heat, sighing against your chest as your walls coaxed him further in. “You even gonna be able to take my cock, baby?” He asked, his voice heavy with lust.

“Haaaan,” you whined as he teased you with slow strokes while his lips wrapped around your swollen nipple, teasing with his tongue again. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone sweet in contrast to his actions.

“Stop playing with me already,” you begged. Han chuckled, adding a second finger and starting to move faster, his thumb moving to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You let out a high pitched moan, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Han must have felt your walls clenching around his fingers because he suddenly pulled them out, making you pout and whimper. “Shhh,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your chest. “Roll over for me, baby,” he said softly.

You did as he asked. “On all fours,” he instructed. You pushed yourself up and held still as he positioned the spreader bar near your ankles and carefully restrained your ankles, making sure you were comfortable.

“These are really cute,” he murmured as he took your hands one at a time and placed them in the wrist cuffs. “I’ve never seen such a pink set before,” he added as he tightened the strap of the last cuff and guided your chest down.

“Let me know if anything becomes uncomfortable,” he said as he connected your cuffed wrists to the bar and managed to force your legs apart. Sitting back, he admired his handiwork and the view before remembering he wasn’t there to stare at you. He was there to fuck you.

“Where do you keep your condoms,” he asked quickly.

“Nightstand, top drawer,” you answered waiting patiently while he moved to open the drawer and pulled out one of the packets.

“Oh, right. What’s your safeword?” He asked suddenly. “I forgot to ask earlier.” You chuckled at his absentmindedness. “It’s coconut,” you answered as he rid himself of his underwear and tee shirt finally, ripped open the foil, and rolled the latex down his length.

“Coconut?” He asked, snorting when he remembered something. You must have read his mind because you jokingly said, “my safeword is pineapple juice,” quoting the vine of the man being arrested in the parking lot.

Han tried to keep a straight face as he knelt behind you. “Don’t make me laugh,” he said, holding in a laugh. “I’m trying to be serious.”

You rolled your eyes as you felt his hand grab your waist. “Then shut up and seriously fuck me,” you retorted. Han took his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes over the condom before lining the tip with your wet cunt.

“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if anything hurts,” he said gently.

“Oh my god, Han, just fuck me already!”

Without another word, he pushed into you, gliding in easily thanks to you being extremely wet and turned on. He slid in slowly, bottoming out and hesitating before he finally exhaled a groan.

“Fuck, mm so tight,” he gasped, both hands taking hold of your hips. “Dude, did your cock swell or something?” You whimpered, feeling impossibly full. “There’s no way it was this big when I had it in my mouth — AH!” You cried out as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward.

“I promise it’s the same size, baby,” he chuckled. “You were gagging around it earlier,” he added. You clicked your tongue in response. “I did not,” you protested, a moan escaping as you ended your sentence.

Han’s hips picked up the pace, his skin hitting yours as your ass bounced against him with each thrust. “Yeah, I think I like the restraints,” he said, ignoring your argument. Your walls squeezed around him, daring him to try and pull out.

He just wanted to bury his cock inside you and never leave. He’d never had a cunt grip him so tightly before and he knew that after this, he definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you regularly. Maybe even making this a friends with benefits situation.

As long as you were down.

“Shit,” he growled. “Your pussy feel’s so fucking good.” You moaned in response, whimpering with each hard thrust, his cock plunging deep inside you. “Can’t even say anything? Does it feel that good, baby?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

You cried out as you felt a sharp blow land on your ass. Han knew when your walls clenched around him that you liked it and gave you another sharp smack, enjoying the way your ass jiggled under his hand.

“Of course you’d like that, you dirty little slut,” he scoffed. “You like being bound and fucked by a strange guy you met online. Of course you like having your ass spanked.” You cried out as he landed another blow to your ass.

His hips didn’t stop as he continued to run his hand over your sore skin, almost as if he was apologizing non verbally. You tried to push back to meet his thrusts but had no way of holding onto anything.

“Shit, I’m close,” Han rasped, his hips stuttering momentarily. “Need more,” you whimpered. “You need more?” He asked, looking down at you. “Hmm,” you hummed, nodding in response.

Han swore under his breath, one hand leaving your hip and reaching between your thighs, fingers finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. “Don’t stop,” you gasped, thighs shaking as your climax drew closer and closer.

“I’m not stopping until you’ve cum all over this cock,” he growled, hips snapping sharply against your ass, making you yelp. You buried your face in the sheets, muffling your scream as you came hard, cunt convulsing and squeezing Han’s cock as he groaned, stilling inside you and came into the condom.

“Fucking hell!” He growled, pulling out and discarding the condom. “I’m not done,” he added, moving to grab another condom. “Just do it,” you panted. “I’m on birth control.”

Han looked down at you. “Shit, are you sure?” He asked, halting in place. You nodded. “Glitter would have told me if you aren’t trustworthy, just do it.”

Han obliged your request and pushed back into you and groaned loudly at feeling your walls unrestricted. “Fuck, this feels even better, baby,” he breathed, setting a steady pace.

“Oh god,” you moaned as you felt another orgasm building. “How much stamina do you have?” You gasped as he picked up the pace again, soon slamming into you vigorously.

“You have no idea,” he said with a chuckle. “I can go for hours.”

“You just came though!”

Han let out another chuckle. “It’s called practice, sweetheart,” he replied. “I’ve trained myself to be able to cum multiple times. I’m not a one round kind of guy.”

You groaned, thighs shaking as your second orgasm washed over you quickly. “I always like to make sure my partner has cum multiple times before I’m done,” Han added, his voice barely audible over the sound of his skin hitting yours and the lewd, wet sound of his cock thrusting into you.

“Maybe I’ll have to invite you back over,” you moaned as your third climax approached you quickly. Han liked the sound of that but couldnt respond as your orgasm crashed over you and you let out a scream, your pussy tightening around his cock once more, pushing him over the edge.

He managed to pull out of you at the last second, painting your ass with his load, taking himself in his hand to make sure every last drop landed on your skin. “Holy shit,” he breathed, taking in the sight.

“I have a crazy request,” he said suddenly as you came down from your high. “What?” You asked, voice hoarse. “Can I please take a picture of you from behind?”

He was right, it was a crazy request.

“What?” You asked, trying to lift your head. “Just your ass. I promise. It’s for me. I swear I won’t share it,” he rushed to explain. “For your spank bank?” You asked with a chuckle and he smiled widely. “Yes, exactly.”

You sighed and nodded. “Just don’t get my face in there,” you replied as he grabbed his phone from his pants.

“And hurry up,” you whined. “My shoulders hurt!”

[two days later]

“I think I might be able to help you with your… predicament,” Felix said as he sat next to you, offering you some of his chips. You stared at him with narrowed eyes trying to discern what in the hell he was talking about.

You were sitting in front of a large washing machine at a 24 hour laundromat. You wouldn’t be here at ten at night if it hadn’t been for your building’s facilities malfunctioning and flooding the basement.

Lucky for you, your best friend agreed to keep you company. Or unlucky for you, as you were about to find out.

“What predicament?” You asked, reaching into the bag and grabbing a couple chips. Felix watched as you munched on the thin fried potatoes before speaking.

“You know. Being restrained and —.”

You sat up quickly, clapping your hand over his mouth and looking around panicked. When you saw no one seemed to have heard anything you released your hold on him.

“What the fuck is your problem!” You hissed. “We. Are. In. Public!”

Felix looked around with wide eyes. “There’s no one in here but us,” he said monotonously but you ignored him. “Come on,” he said. “I really have it figured out!” You held up your finger and got up, peering around the empty laundromat except for you, Felix, and the attendant who sat at the counter, earbuds in while they read a comic.

You sat back down and motioned for him to speak but quietly.

“I know someone,” he said in a much lower voice. You looked at him perplexed.

“A friend of mine,” he said, not offering further explanation. “He’s into the idea of having sex with a stranger. He just hooked up with a girl and said he tried the restraint thing so he’s totally into it.”

Your eyes widened in horror before you started whaling on Felix, punching his shoulder. “Ow, ow! What?” He whisper-yelled. “What’s your problem?”

“Me???” You hissed back. “Why are you discussing my sexual fantasies with your bros?!” Felix made to grab at your wrist to stop your assault. “Will you stop hitting me and let me explain?” He asked, holding your hand at bay.

You ripped your hand from his grasp and sighed, gesturing for him to explain himself. “You better have a damn good explanation.”

“I do,” he said, settling back in his seat and starting to explain.

“It’s not like I went around advertising it,” he said at the end. “We got on the subject of fantasies and what my friend said reminded me of your thing, so I mentioned, in passing I might add, that I had a friend interested in the same thing.”

You eyed him suspiciously before conceding. “So, what now?” You asked as your washer stopped spinning and started rinsing. “Are you interested in him?” Felix asked, looking mildly shocked.

“Well I don’t know Felix. What does he look like?” You asked, watching as your best friend fished his phone out and started scrolling through some app before pulling up an instagram account.

He tapped on a picture and turned the phone towards you, letting you see the picture he’d chosen. Your eyes widened in shock at the screen. ‘No,’ you thought to yourself. ‘This can’t be happening!’

The same picture you'd seen almost a week ago when Han had sent you the link to his instagram account was on Felix's phone screen. 'This has to be some sort of prank. It can't be real.'

“He’s cute, right?” Felix asked, smirking at your shocked expression. “How do you know him?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady even though you were freaking out internally.

“He’s my roommate actually,” Felix answered and you nearly choked on your own spit. ‘His roommate?!’

“You okay, Y/N?” Your best friend asked, looking concerned. “Your face is really red.” You nodded, turning away to try and catch your breath because you’d rather chop off your left foot than have a panic attack in this laundromat.

Even if it was over the fact that you just hooked up with your best friend’s roommate. It's fine. Totally fine.

Right?

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I loved this series soooooo much!!! The angst was angsting for real. It was soooo good. I loved the kind of side story with the childhood friend too. Everything was so well thought out.

What Was Hidden Masterpost || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden

Status: Complete - all chapters posted

Word Count: 80k total

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, heavy on the angst, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers to idiots to lovers again

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

Note: A million thank-you's to @kookstempo for being a sharp beta, a selfless cheerleader, and an amazing friend. This straight up would not exist without her. Any happy scene in here exists solely because of the ideas and support she gave me. Her work is also super brilliant and generally happier (but not always... looking at u, SSSA) than mine, so if you need to recover from the angst I throw at you, her masterlist is here!

A second thank you to @pamzn just for putting up with me along the way. You may not have known it but your constant curiosity about the project was SO motivating and this wouldn't be here without you either. A billion kisses 4 u.

I saw the sun and thought I saw

what was hidden.

The Ghost Sonata | Scene III

August Strindberg

Chapter 1: Interesting Spider Facts | WC: 5k

-> Steps: POV #1

Chapter 2: Pride | WC: 4.6k

-> Just a Little: POV #2

Chapter 3: That's Life | WC: 5k

-> Minefield: POV #3

-> Broken Glass: POV #4

Chapter 4: What's Actually There | WC: 6k

-> Starting to Learn You: POV #5

-> Not Afraid to Lie: POV #6

Chapter 5: Childish | WC: 3.8k

Chapter 6: Other Storms | WC: 4k

Chapter 7: Conflicted | WC: 6k

Chapter 8: Context | WC: 4k

Chapter 9: Really Sure | WC: 5k

Chapter 10: Encouraging | WC: 7k

Chapter 11: Home | WC: 4.7k

Chapter 12: Guilt | WC: 5k

Chapter 13: Cowardly | WC: 3.9k

Chapter 14: Poisonous | WC: 6.5k

-> Sure of It: POV #7

Chapter 15: Other Storms {Reprise} | WC: 4.5k

Chapter 16: Worth It | WC: 4.5k

Sequel: The Forgotten Spaces by @oddinary4bts

The Forgotten Spaces picks up about two weeks after the end of What Was Hidden and follows Jungkook's journey forward

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The way I had such an evil laugh after this. I so love snarky characters! I immediately went back and reread it. Please do yourself a favor and enjoy this work of art 👏👏👏👏

vaunt (m) | jeon jungkook

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.

Keep reading

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Dear sweet baby Jesus, I—

I passed out for a second there. CHANGBIN PLEASE

changbin moments [1/∞]

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Read this fucking series right the fuck now. The writing is soooo good, serious when it needs to be but definitely had me laughing out loud too. I will absolutely be coming back to read this one again. Phew. The sexy scenes did something to me. Brava, author 👏👏👏👏

Countermelody (M)

Chapters

01: Dissonance (12,483 words) | read on ao3 02: Tuning (21,189 words) | read on ao3 03: Syncopation (21,819 words) | read on ao3 04: Modulation (23,006 words) | read on ao3 05: Harmony (21,628 words) | read on ao3 Total Word Count: ~100k words

Summary

This new city has already invigorated your tired bones and shy heart. The people here seem kind and exciting. All sorts of interesting silhouettes are always shuffling about, and you write little stories for each person who passes you by. Even the stationery shop next door is warm and inviting, and you’re grateful that Mr. Kang offers you the manager job on the spot. But you get a funny feeling about things when he shows you the boxes in the back, the ones marked with red tape and the name MIN YOONGI scribbled on top. You wonder what makes this customer particularly special. You don’t know that the process of finding out will make you question why you ever moved here in the first place.

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader

Genres: Y’all know me by now right? / get ready for some E2F2L / Fluff / Smut / Humor / Angst / Producers!Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon / Songwriters!Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon / Shopgirl!Reader / Musician!Reader / Competition and Rivalry ooh / Adulting: What Is It? / Friends: How do You Make Them? / this is my first fic wit the rapline front and center / but the other guys show up / Jin’s your brother-in-law, that’s fun / aaaaahhhh let’s see how it goooooes

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Content Warnings: Expect the usual soft and hard smut eventually, people saying some mean things, and just existential crises abound, especially as it pertains to figuring out what life is supposed to be all about or whatever, but also some tasty ARMY in-jokes

Author’s Note (Feb 2, 2022): Thank you to @asemutiful​ and Yoongi Flavored Mint Cloud for translating the fic into Russian on ficbook.net! Check it out here!

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld @greezenini​ @missbickerbocker​ | countermelody @adventuresinwonderlust @min-yus @dearbambideer (taglist now closed!)

Adding some amazing artwork done by @purplehearts1996​! Here are some mood boards for each chapter, plus some beautiful title art!

01: Dissonance: “A good boy?” you echo. “Frankly, sir, he seems to be a bit of a dick.”

02: Tuning: “I’m a producer,” he tells you straightforwardly, his smooth baritone smile fading into a soft but serious pout of determination. “I produce.”

03: Syncopation: “Are you fine with me… touching things?” he asks.

04: Modulation: “Did you try?” he growls. “Did you try without me?”

05: Harmony: “What do you think about turning Suran’s debut song into a duet?”

Title Art

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