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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

᯽ pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

᯽ genre — heavy angst, smut, fluff

᯽ word count — 140.6K

᯽ warnings/tags — love triangle au, single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, explicit smut, drug use, mentions of violence & blood, harassment, mentions of stalking, toxic relationships, mentions of drowning, happy ending, (will update)

᯽ vibes — the neighbourhood

᯽ updates — every Monday (unless stated otherwise) DO NOT ask about updates. check under the tag #update: hie.

꒰ playlist🎵 yoongi’s visuals ∞ taehyung’s visuals ✦ jungkook’s visuals ★ sora’s visuals ☢︎︎ hie jimin’s visuals ☾ oc’s style ♡ ꒱

→ bits of heaven: drabbles

→ hie: drabbles/asks

tags: #fic: hie #hie: theories #hie: memes #anti sora club #ttmc: hie

ongoing

part 01 - 10K . THE FIRST NIGHT

↳ a small escape from the stress leads you into the arms of a stranger with lots of stories to tell, stories that involve endless touches and caresses, however, the plans you’ve made to never see him again is forgotten; that stranger is your new boss.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ you get me so high by the nbhd

part 02 - 10K . DON’T LOOK

↳ the story of your life is not something you’d like to share, but he finds out eventually and you’re surprised by his reaction, however, an old friend makes a special appearance.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ nervous by the nbhd

ꕤ flashback drabble — fast forward ꕤ

‍ ▹ ─ reflections by the nbhd

part 03 - 6.8K . BABY CAME HOME

↳ you aren’t thrilled to see your old friend, like he’d hoped you would be, and you show him exactly why he is unwelcome in your son’s life, however, he isn’t too happy after he hears the stories that you’ve gathered in his absence.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ baby came home 2/valentines by the nbhd

part 04 - 5.8K . ONLY TOUCHED YOU ONCE

↳ faded white scars seem to split open, but he’s there to stitch them up again. can you withstand each twist of the knife?

‍ ▹ ─ void by the nbhd

part 04.2 - 8K . FEEL THE RUSH

↳ you’ve accepted that the scars will always remain, a little dimmer than before, but are you willing to forget with his help?

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ void by the nbhd

📞 with oc + yoongi

part 05 - 9.8K . LURK #smileysixth

↳ Junho’s birthday party or the perfect cover for illicit affairs?

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ lurk by the nbhd

part 06 - 5K . CRY BABY

↳ you decide that you’re tired of the constant back and forth, there are some things you need to know.

‍ ▹ ─ cry baby by the nbhd

『read this far & still rooting for jk + oc? read this』

part 06.2 - 8.9K . SWEATER WEATHER

↳ a newfound fire begins to sizzle, where the flames from your past now simmer.

‍ ▹ ─ sweater weather by the nbhd

📞 with oc + taehyung (jk + oc)

part 07 - 12.8K . THE BEACH #hie: thebeach

↳ the fire reignites, only to be put out again — and repeat — you have reached an impasse.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ the beach by the nbhd

part 08 - 6.7K . YOUR NAME IN THE RAIN

↳ guilt welcomes you like an old friend.

▹ ─ daddy issues by the nbhd

ꕤ flashback drabble — rewind ꕤ

‍ ▹ ─ dark red by steve lacy

part 09 - 11.1K . SHARING MY HEAD-HEART

↳ conversation, confrontation and…crying.

▹ ─ softcore by the nbhd

part 09.2 - 6.5K . CROSS YOUR MIND

↳ conversation, confrontation and…crying continued.

▹ ─ #icanteven by the nbhd

part 09.3 - 8.7K . SADDERDAZE

↳ more conversation, confrontation and…crying.

▹ ─ sadderdaze by the nbhd

part 10 . PREY #hie: thedinner

↳ the path is free of flames, all you need to do is allow yourself to take that first step.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ prey by the nbhd

part 11 . WIPED OUT

↳ again and again and again, you’re done holding out the flame.

▹ ─ wiped out! by the nbhd

part 12 . I SEE MYSELF IN YOU

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ ?

epilogue

➶ read the sequel ‘heaven’s illusion’ [info]

【 faq 】

when is the next update?

❝every monday, unless i make an announcement stating otherwise. so look out for those :)❞

will hie have alternate endings, choose the ending option?

❝no, hie will only have one, final ending that has been written by me.❞

can i request for hie?

❝not taking requests for hie at the moment !!❞

can i send in theories for hie?

❝of course !! i love hearing them as long as they’re fair towards all the characters. except sora.❞

PLEASE REMEMBER TO BE RESPECTFUL TOWARDS ME & OTHER READERS. let’s keep it fun 🤩

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Combative [1/1]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: PWP, comedy

Summary: Fuck Jungkook or die. That’s it. That’s the story.

Relevant tags: Assassins AU, porn without plot, friends to enemies to enemies, fuck or die, aliens (seokjin) made us do it, sex pollen, edging, oral sex, multiple x10 orgasms, mild size kink, mild corruption kink, superhuman sex toys, overstimulation, mean!jjk, softdom!jjk

Masterlist

One hot summer, somewhere in Barcelona, Black Ops Agent Jeon Jungkook is about to put a bullet in your leg when he:

flips his motorbike over a stubborn cobblestone, and

goes careening into a fruit stall, and

rips through the storefront tarp, thus

tumbling through some bizarre interspatial portal into a foreign vessel... because, apparently, karma said so.

"Welcome, human male. My name is Seokjin," a lilac-haired, dual-antennae alien greets, hovering over Jungkook with a put-upon smile. "We shall wait for human female before commencing."

Jungkook sits up, scrubbing at his face, half-wondering if there was something in the muffin he stole from you earlier.

No matter. He cocks his gun at Seokjin.

Seokjin warns, nonchalant, “It will not work.”

Because he’s paid by the hour and because he’s a good ten minutes behind schedule, Jungkook fires anyways.

The bullet sails right through Seokjin, bounces off the wall, and hops back into Jungkook’s lap.

Jungkook squints. “What.”

Seokjin sighs, “Human male, weapons do not work in this dimension.”

So, as any well-trained assassin would, Jungkook tosses his gun and climbs up from the floor.

“I presume people still die in this dimension,” He says, and is about to lunge at Seokjin when an equally well-trained foot shoots through the exact portal he was dumped out of and lands square on his jaw.

"Yah, Jeon Asshat,” You snarl, kicking him out of your way as you flick chunks of shrapnel from your shoulder. “Did you seriously catapult yourself into an alternate dimension after ALMOST KILLING ME—"

"Human female has arrived," Seokjin announces, needlessly.

“Who...” you start, then pause, taking in your glowy metallic surroundings and Seokjin’s name tag and Jungkook’s abandoned gun on the floor.

But Jeon Jungkook never abandons his gun.

"I didn’t hit your head, did I?" You check, not that you’re concerned.

Except possibly a bit.

Jungkook climbs to his feet and dusts himself off. “Hey, did you eat a muffin earlier?"

“What muffin,” you say, eyes narrowing. "Were you the one who stole my muffin."

Of course, this is when Jungkook decides to hear nothing.

“I guess that means this is real. We really are here,” he concludes, turning to Seokjin, whose antennae bob bashfully, “Why are we here again?”

Too impatient for any AU that does not involve strangling Jungkook with your bare hands, you grab him by the cuff of his leather jacket and start hauling him towards the portal door. "Let's go, asshat. We have a score to settle."

"Alas, humans, you may not depart," Seokjin says, and the portal door conveniently winks shut, "not before you consummate."

Jungkook stares.

You stare harder.

“Consummate?” Jungkook laughs, slow, bewildered, maybe a smidge intrigued, "Consummate... what?"

“Consummate,” Seokjin gesticulates at the two of you with a sparkly blue pen, "Each other."

You rip off Jungkook’s jacket and chuck it humorlessly at Seokjin. "That’s enough. Come on, Jeon Asshat. Work day’s almost over."

And yes, Jungkook would love to resume the act of throwing your unconscious body off a bridge so he can finally get the promotion he deserves, but his feet aren't totally cooperating.

Actually, they’re inching towards you.

And then, as if pulled by invisible strings, his arms are lifting on no will of his own and then his fingers are tangling into your hair and bringing it to his nose and since when was it so soft and why does it smell so good.

“Uh,” Jungkook blinks at you rapidly, pupils blown wide open. “Nice shampoo.”

You scowl at him, meaning to cross your arms, except you can’t move a muscle.

Nani the fuck.

"For your information, I have already prepared several practical surfaces," Seokjin explains helpfully, "for when human male mounts human female."

You’re physically frozen but your lips are thinning into a sweetly homicidal smile, and crap, Jungkook thinks, how does one dispose of alien bodies in outer space.

"What the fuck," you ask Seokjin, calm, ready to murder, “gave you the impression that this asshole would mount me?”

Unbothered, Seokjin brings up a large projector, filling the space between you with holographic projections of you in some unimaginably wild positions, bent like a master yogi, wearing racy skimpy lacey lingerie you can’t quite recall owning.

“What is this?” You ask, horrified, but also kind of flattered because you’re pretty sure your tits are not that big.

“It is Jungkook’s,” Seokjin starts, then glances at Jungkook for permission.

Jungkook’s got the distinct countenance of tomato when he clarifies, ears burning red, “My dream.”

“Your dream,” You echo, incredulous. “Really. You seduce women for a living, and you dream of me.”

“Not his dream, in fact. His fully conscious, totally focused imagination,” Seokjin clarifies.

“For fuck’s sake,” You chuckle, unimpressed. “You wouldn’t.”

Eyes suspiciously averted, Jungkook takes the fifth.

“Hang on,” You gasp, “You? You?” and you can’t quite fathom how to put wank and Jungkook in the same sentence so you just point to his crotch and whisper, faintly, “To me?”

“Your pants were tight in Ibiza,” Jungkook admits, cheeks dark. “Like super tight.”

“We were diving and my pants were a standard-issue wet suit,” You cry.

"So," Seokjin says, generally disinterested in this discourse, and checks his watch. “Ready?”

Momentarily, the invisible strings holding the two of you in place seem to loosen because you finally manage to knock the pen out of Seokjin’s hand and stab it into his face and--

“Not gonna work,” Jungkook says, friendly.

--and the pen just melts through him.

You gape at the astoundingly useless pen and back at Seokjin, “...what?”

“Human female, you may return to earth once he mounts you,” Seokjin says, unfazed, taking his pen back from you.

You don’t mean to scream but you have a temper thing that therapy hasn’t entirely resolved so you shout, face blazing red, "What makes you think I'd let anyone, but especially Jeon Jungkook, top me in any fucking universe—”

"My data indicates human male is older," Seokjin argues, as the holograph flips to a chart of the two of you, side by side, 3D renderings of your bodies in disconcertingly fine detail, “and is in possession of a sizeable penis.”

Jungkook’s cheeks darken more.

“I wouldn’t say huge,” He says, obnoxiously humble.

“Your hubris would be well-deserved,” Seokjin informs him. “It is the largest of all participants to date.”

“But I’m stronger,” you argue, attempting to steer the conversation around. “I should do the mounting.”

Seokjin lifts a questioning brow.

“Fine,” You concede weakly. “I’m faster.”

Like a fucking asshole, because he is, Jungkook just smirks.

"No,” you insist, pontificating aggressively, “I’ve won every hand-to-hand combat we’ve been in since Johannesburg. I’m faster.”

Jungkook shrugs, condescending, “To be fair, I haven’t really been in combat since Johannesburg.”

“Let me go,” You tell Seokjin, “and I’ll show you.”

Jungkook’s smirk grows wider.

“Certainly,” Seokjin agrees. “But I must first inform you of the rules.”

“There are rules?” Jungkook asks, as if he’s actually interested.

“Yes,” Seokjin says. “This chamber has been designed so that, should both parties not reach a state of orgasm at the same time and intensity, both shall die. Should the condition be met, however, both parties shall be returned to Planet Earth.”

“Who designed this chamber,” You snarl, fists clenching. “I demand a word with him.”

“I designed the chamber,” Seokjin says, unperturbed. “And you have twelve hours.”

Very interested and very full of himself, Jungkook says, “I need two hours, tops.”

“Same time,” Seokjin reminds him, obscurely. “And same intensity.”

“Same intensity? What does that even mean?” You frown.

In lieu of a response, Seokjin retreats into a small, translucent capsule at the other end of the vessel. As the shiny door closes behind him, Seokjin says, “I will leave you to find out. I thank you for your contribution to science today.”

And the invisible strings loosen entirely.

You turn to face Jungkook, eyes narrowed with menace, “If you so much as think of fucking me, asshat, you will perish.”

Jungkook runs his tongue over his lip and says, in the self-assured way that makes your blood pressure rocket, “Funny, you’ve never managed to kill me before.”

Seokjin’s discombobulated voice crackles over the intercom, “Eleven hours and fifty-five minutes remaining.”

Half an hour later, you find yourself upside down.

Literally.

Jungkook’s holding you upside down, arms wrapped firmly around your waist, head digging down between your legs, and actually, you’ve been in this position before, that one time in Macau when you wrestled him into a pit of komodo dragons.

But presently, you’re not in Macau. No, you’re listening to some alien rip into a fresh bag of popcorn and declare over the intercom, with abject disinterest, “Eleven hours left.”

Suffice to say, komodo dragons would be better.

“Fight me,” You yell, kicking into the air as Jungkook nudges aside your underwear. “I’ll rip your antennae—”

“Focus,” Jungkook reminds you, and buries his whole face into your cunt. “Do you want to die?”

“I am focused,” You snap, trying not to shake with the way Jungkook’s decided to warm up by pushing his tongue inside of you. “You suck someone’s dick upside down.”

“Need help?” He asks, into your cunt.

You pull his half-hard, stupid heavy cock out of your mouth and tell him, “Fuck you.”

Apparently, that’s permission for Jungkook to slam you against the wall. Just one step forward and his cock has jammed all the way down and into your throat, so much of it at once you choke and gag at the same time.

Pawing at his leg, you moan, “Mmffff! (the fuck!)”

Jungkook pauses and peers down at you. Whatever he sees makes his lips quirk. His cock swells inside of you, so big that you can’t breathe for a second.

But Jungkook wouldn’t care about you, of course not. Instead, he just groans and fucks himself in deeper, because he wouldn’t know the meaning of sportsmanship if it socked him in the eye.

Eventually, he asks, like he gives a shit, “This better?”

“AFFHHH (Asshole),” You moan, tongue cramped against his tip, lips rubbed raw, words muffled around a mouthful of cock. And Jungkook, only mildly interested in what you have to say, pulls out for maybe one second, which is barely long enough for you to gasp and cough and sputter a haggard “No, ass—”

Before he plugs you up again.

“Can’t do that,” he tells you, breathless, sounding far too pleased with himself, “for both our sakes.”

Well acquainted with Jungkook’s brand of pettiness, you roll your eyes and play along, because what other choice do you have.

Over the next five, ten minutes, Jungkook doesn’t slow down one bit, just keeps fucking your mouth until your eyes are stinging and your jaw literally feels like it’s about to snap off. It’s an invasive feeling, being used like a piece of meat, but what’s factually worse is that it’s Jeon Jungkook.

You’ve heard the rumors about Jungkook, the things he do in bed--and there are plenty of them--but no number of words can come close to the way his tongue is kneading greedily into your slit, gliding meticulously over each crease, panting hard against you, licking up every drop of slick until there’s nothing left.

And then, as he pulls away to speak, his tongue grazes over your clit.

In a really weird way.

“SSAAUPH,” You shriek, attempting to force him off of you.

Jungkook pulls his dick out of your mouth. “What was that?”

“Stop, I’m going to come,” You tell him weakly.

“Great,” He tells you, about to shove his dick in again.

“NO,” You jab towards Seokjin’s capsule, “Remember? Together? The rules?”

“You can come twice,” Jungkook shrugs, unconcerned, and does that thing with his tongue again and—

“You are so fucking dead,” you vow, shivering uncontrollably.

—he does it harder--

“FUCK,” You scream, legs trembling pathetically over his shoulders, back arching against the wall. “I WILL KILL YOU.”

Jungkook laughs, every kind of fucked in the head, “How? Certainly not by entertaining me to death?”

You could totally just bite his dick off, you could totally do it, but you also need him alive to—

With scientific curiosity, Jungkook nips a bit more at your clit and then sucks on it.

“ESSHU FFAA KOWW (JESUS FUCKING CHRIST),” You wail, legs jolting uselessly as they squeeze tight against the sides of his head.

“Not trying to kill me again, are you?” Jungkook sneers, dark. Once again, he rubs his tongue in that exact angle over your clit and your entire spine just liquifies.

You gasp and gag and you want to sob but you can’t. You can’t even breathe.

“Full transparency,” Jungkook says, thrusting casually into your mouth, not nearly enough to get off on it, albeit enough to keep you quiet and muffled. He’s kind of just playing with your clit for fun now, a mischievous little glint in his eye each time your body quakes in overstimulated shock. “I’ve always respected your tenacity.”

Then he realizes you aren’t responding anymore because you’re about to pass out, so he puts you down and props you up against the wall.

“Hey, hey,” He greets, snapping rapidly at your face. “Wake up, weakling. I’m not even close yet.”

As soon as the blood drains back out of your head, you snap your leg out into a front kick, but Jungkook just catches you by the ankle and holds you down, like you’re nothing.

“Stop calling me weakling,” you demand, struggling feebly against him.

“Face it,” Jungkook reminds you, completely civil, then wedges himself between your legs and lifts your hips up until your pussy is just hovering before his face. “You’ll never be able to kill me. I’m stronger, faster, better.”

Too exhausted to argue, you squeeze your eyes shut and mutter, “Lies.”

There is a long tense pause and Jungkook doesn’t move. No, he simply holds you there, breath washing up cold against you, waiting for you to look up at him.

When you do, he catches you dead in the eye and grins, “Wanna bet.”

You don’t hold onto useless things like pride, but you do have a limit.

“I can destroy you,” you grit out. “Easily.”

“No you can’t,” Jungkook shrugs.

So you push all your weight off your forearm and twist sideways, throwing Jungkook into the floor. He tries to roll you forward, but you’ve fought him a million times. You know all his favorite moves like the back of your hand.

And besides, you were the one who taught him judo.

In three seconds, you’ve got Jungkook pinned beneath you. As he rolls onto his back, his dick smacks up wet against his stomach, tip shiny with precum.

“Would you look at that,” you tut, bending easily over him until your mouth is hovering over his cock, “Maybe I do want to bet.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches up in excitement.

Feigning otherwise, he says, “Yeah, sure, blow me to death.”

Nah, you hate him far too much to do that.

Instead, you push the flat of your tongue against his balls, curling one into your mouth, and Jungkook moans and shakes like he’s about to combust, so you bring your head down again and suck the other one into your mouth too and Jungkook…

“Is that a whine?” You laugh, patronizing, but your voice reverberates into his balls and the muscle of his stomach jumps and, OK, that’s objectively hot.

“Fuck,” He groans, too on edge to pretend otherwise, “Jesus, fuck, do that again.”

You think about it, then decide to let him out of your mouth.

“God,” Jungkook cries out, eyes widening with dismay, “put it back.”

You’re starting to see the appeal of this now. “Say ‘(Y/N), you’re stronger, faster, better than me.’”

“Believe me, I can make your life so miserable,” Jungkook threatens adorably.

“Of course you can. Say,” You sing, licking up a slick, flat trail up the side of his cock. “(Y/N), you’re stronger, faster, better than me.”

Jungkook wilts and cants his hips towards your face, ears pink, so unbecomingly embarrassed. “…You’re faster.”

You pop his tip into your mouth, rubbing your lips against where it makes him tremble, “And?”

“Stronger,” Jungkook admits, voice rough. “Better.”

Pleased enough, you take his cock into your mouth. It’s huge, stupidly, uselessly big, but you’re generous enough to down it. All of it. His precum tastes salty and metallic and you swallow, throat clamping tight around the head of his cock, and—

“Holy fuck,” Jungkook groans beneath you, as if he’d actually cry. “Oh my—Jesus—fuck me—”

And his balls, you suck those up into your mouth, too.

“WHO,” Jungkook yells, voice wavering like a leaf in the wind, craning up to see what you’re doing that feels like that.“WHO ARE YOU.”

You let him go, if only because you can’t have him come too many times. Jungkook, without missing a beat, reaches up and pulls your knees down beside his shoulders, until you’re collapsed over him.

“We’ll make it out here alive,” you tell him. “So I can kill you.”

“You'll kill me anyways,” he agrees half-heartedly, parting your lips with both hands,  lapping up at you like a man starved.

You only need to hollow your cheeks out around him and bob your head maybe half a dozen times before Jungkook starts shaking, his cock rock hard against your throat.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and thrusts two fingers eagerly into you, digging right where it makes your vision white.

And, like a miracle, he bucks into your mouth at the exact same time.

You come hard, stars misting over everything you can see, mouth filling with globs of Jungkook’s release. Without warning, Jungkook grabs you by the neck, forcing you down to take all of him.

A moment later, slumped bonelessly into the ground, Jungkook says, as an after thought, “Sorry.”

You sit up beside him, lips swollen, hair a right mess, Jungkook’s come dribbling off your chin. “You’ve done worse.”

Not quite able to look away from your mouth, Jungkook asks, “Seokjin, can we go?”

There is a pause.

“No,” Seokjin says. “You must achieve orgasm in a mating position.”

“A mating—,” you yell, pelting a high-heeled shoe at Seokjin’s capsule, “I will kill you.”

“Yes she will,” Jungkook yells in solidarity, plucking your other shoe off and throwing it, “And I will help her.”

“Good luck. I’m immortal,” Seokjin says.“Ten hours remaining.”

And the intercom buzzes off.

“Don’t get any wrong ideas. If I fuck you,” You inform Jungkook, as one professional to another, “It is strictly for survival.”

“Not me,” Jungkook says, simply to get a rise out of you. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”

“Seriously,” You huff, climbing over him.

“It’s true,” Jungkook mumbles, staring shamelessly at the way your hand is wrapping around his cock, fingers just barely meeting around it. Somehow you can actually feel his arousal flare when you line his cock up against your entrance.

He stops breathing, momentarily, hands stone tight on your thigh as he watches you lower yourself, as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever see.

And it’s cute, how wrecked the world-renowned Jeon Jungkook looks.

But then the problem presents itself.

It’s a massive fucking problem.

It doesn’t fit.

“What the hell,” You yelp, frozen tentatively mid-air, brain hardly comprehending the thought.

Well no, you kind of realized it before, when Jungkook fucked your mouth so full it felt like your jaw would snap off but, why the fuck is he so big?

Clearly too preoccupied with warming his cock to care, Jungkook ruts up half-way against you. But half-way already feels like he’s splitting you open, and what the fuck, surely that is not natural, surely—

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jungkook groans, guttural, grinding deeper into you, just a bit. Honestly, he’s hardly moved, but the sheer thickness of his cock, the fact that somehow it seems too long to be real, too fat to fit your tiny pussy, it takes the air out of you.

But Jungkook doesn’t notice you, of course not. He doesn’t see how your brows have knotted together, doesn’t see your mouth parting slowly, doesn’t feel you clutching helplessly at him. All he sees is the delicious way your pussy is parting for him, hot and tight and—

“Shit,” he hisses, looking drunk for no reason, and his hands come to grab at your ass, and you just know what’s next.

“Wait wait wait wait WAIT A MINUTE,” You scream, attempting to move, but then Jungkook just grabs you and yanks you down all the way onto his cock, buries himself balls deep inside of you. The sheer pressure of it knocks every single thought out of your head. Your eyes roll back. Your jaw snaps wide fucking open.

And Jungkook, somehow, sees that.

“Fuck,” He rasps, eyes clouded with arousal, inching out just enough to thrust into you again, “You look fucking hot.”

“I’m going to,” You start, but the words come out in a whimper. “Jungkook, I’m—”

Jungkook sits up half-way and pulls you into him and you had something to say, you did, but presently you can’t figure anything out except the way Jungkook is kissing you and fucking you at the same time, bouncing you like a toy over his cock, grunting into your mouth like you’re the one fucking all the thoughts out of him.

And then, with broken moan, Jungkook snaps his hips into you and—

“Are you kidding me,” You snarl, feeling his cock throb inside of you.

Still in a haze, Jungkook blinks, “What?”

“Asshat,” You hiss, furious, “You understand that I refuse to die on your dick.”

“Oh,” Jungkook stares.

Then his thoughts catch up and he hisses back, as if he has any right, “Do you think I’m enjoying this!”

“As a matter of fact,”Seokjin comments, “The pleasure center in your brain is lighting up like a disco, human male”

“Did I ask,” Jungkook says, with shame.

You sneer.

“Human female too,” Seokjin says. “Fireworks for you.”

Jungkook turns to you, gaze darkening and brewing, “Fireworks, huh?”

“Whatever,” You scoff. His cum dribbles out of you as you climb off of him, and Jungkook’s stare intensifies.

He says, sounding oddly serious, pointing to a table-like structure to the side, “Wanna try it from behind.”

“What do you m—”

Wordlessly, Jungkook throws you over his shoulder and drops you over the table, fucking into you with the urgency of a dog in heat. His hand comes to grab at your hair, pulling you back into his cock so he can fill you to the hilt with each thrust.

Craning over you, Jungkook sucks greedily at the nape of your neck, at your shoulders, and when he feels you gasping, feels your walls convulsing around his cock, your legs buckling, he holds you upright by the hips.

And he says, into the shell of your ears, tone hot and cold at once, “Not yet.”

“What,” You start, but then Jungkook pulls out, until there’s nothing but the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Wait for me,” He says, guiding your jaw towards him.

This time, he rocks into you slowly, not nearly enough for anything.Instead of pounding you, he mouths over your neck, your ear, your chin. By the time his lips graze yours, you’re fucking yourself up against him, soft needy whines pouring steadily out of your lips.

“Just fuck me, asshat,” you plead.

Jungkook decides, dry and low and so fucking conniving, “Is that how you say please?”

“Please,” you repeat, louder, face burning with shame. You’d honestly rather die but at the same time you’re so closeit’s actually insane. “Please fuck me.”

“Should say that more often,” Jungkook grins, pressing a chaste little kiss on your mouth before he rams into you, so hard you totter over the table. Jungkook locks your wrists in his grip and angles you up, so that you’ve got nowhere to go but take his cock as he pounds the daylight out of you. The air fills with the wet squelch of his cock driving into your pussy, the dull thud of the table leg against the floor as he drives you to the edge, over the edge, entirely off the edge.

When he comes, Jungkook bites down into your shoulder and shudders with his whole body. He collapses bonelessly into you.

But then Seokjin says, “That was very close, but not the same intensity.”

“But,” You start, trying to think. “But.”

“Ohhh,” Jungkook says, enlightened, “That’s what you meant.”

“What the fuck do you mean,” You mutter, murderous, spinning to glare at Jungkook, “Ohhh?”

There is the slightest hint of an apology in Jungkook’s voice when he says, “I can’t help it. It’s my third time.”

You stare.

“Yah, asshat,” You shout, “IT’S MY FUCKING FIFTH.”

“But your pussy is so,” Jungkook says, and he squeaks the tiniest little “sweet”

At this point, probably concerned for the life of his male subject, Seokjin remotes a cabinet open and says, supportively, “The female orgasm has always proven elusive. Perhaps mechanical stimulation would help.”

“I DON’T NEED MECHANICAL STIMULATION,” You cry, except Jungkook’s already armed himself with an arsenal of neon, dangerously wiggly weapons. “SEOKJIN, TELL HIM.”

“The round one has proven particularly effective,” Seokjin says, traitorous.

“This?” Jungkook picks up a little soft, squishy looking pad.

“Yes,” Seokjin says. “It is a virtual model of her erogenous zones. I advise you touch it.”

Curious, Jungkook strokes one finger over it.

And you feel it on your cunt.

“What,” You gasp, tripping over yourself, falling into the floor in a heap. “What was that.”

“Was what?” Jungkook asks, then strokes his finger over it again.

You mutter, crawling backwards so fast you don’t even see the wall until it bashes into the back of your head. “Jeon Jungkook.”

“Hey,” Jungkook says, brain cells working away. “Cool.”

“What are you doing,” You whisper, eyes wide, thoughts forming and seizing at the same time.

Jungkook blinks, and with a childlike sort of malice, pushes his finger into it.

And his finger is inside of you.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” You shriek, putting your own hand on your pussy, covering it as if to bar him from entry.

It doesn’t work.

He’s still inside of you.

Amused, Jungkook digs around a little.

For the lack of a better word, you lose it. “JEON JUNGKOOK—I WILL—”

“Will what?” Jungkoook asks, curling his finger right into where it makes you scream, and your eyes roll all the way back.

“Ahh,”you whine, sounding so unbearably needy.

“I like that voice of yours,” Jungkook grins, and then he puts his tongue on it.

You squeeze your legs shut but his tongue, the wetness, the heat, the firm pressure against your clit, it just makes you quake and buckle and Jungkook, like he doesn’t know, asks, “How does it feel?”

“Like hell,” You lie, face hot, body hot, burning all over.

“Come here,” He says, sweetly, stroking a hand over his cock. He doesn’t have to, though, it’s already so hard it springs up with each step that he takes.

“Don’t you dare,” You tell him, attempting to crawl away.

But Jungkook is making you weak, turning you inside out, and he doesn’t even have to try to capture you.

“Take one for the team,” He says, caging over you, spreading your legs, thrusting into you, mouth on the pad, eating you out and fucking you at the same time. It’s the weirdest single feeling on planet earth and it takes less than a second for this explosive pressure to bubble inside of you, to the point where you can feel your muscles spasming and--

“Oh,” Jungkook gapes, marvelling down at the pool of liquid gathering beneath you,  “Oh wow. Did you just…”

You’d rather just die. “Don’t say it.”

“That’s amazing,” Jungkook whispers, stars shining in his eyes as he stares at you. “Do that again.”

“Maybe mechanical stimulation is not the right approach,” Seokjin weighs in. “It appears human female has been over-stimulated.”

“Aw,” Jungkook pouts, disappointed.

“WHY ARE YOU POUTING,” you shout, smacking the toy out of Jungkook’s hand. “SEOKJIN, MAKE IT END.”

“That is not up to me,” Seokjin says, diplomatic.

“Sorry,” Jungkook shrugs. “I’ve already come four times. It’s going to be hard for me to come again.”

You really shouldn’t. You know better than this.

But Jungkook’s fucked the sense out of you, so you tell him, “Just do what you have to do.”

So Jungkook, after much deliberation, says, “Get on your knees.”

Because you’re the patron saint of idiocy, you do.

The next thing, Jungkook’s fucked into you all at once, cock slamming hard into your pussy. Without thinking, you writhe up against him, and you can just feel his chest shaking against your back as he laughs, wicked, fond, despicably mean, “I need a little more.”

“What the fuck else can you possibly--” you start, but then Jungkook wets two fingers on your slick and dips it into your ass and, “FUCK, JUNGKOOK.”

“Hang on,” Jungkook tells you, and then his fingers come to stroke at his cock from inside of you, kneading and rubbing at your wall, pinching it between his cock and his finger. And on top of being fucked so full--

“I’M GONNA,” you scream, head snapping back.

Nuzzling into your neck, Jungkook grins and pulls out completely, “Wait.”

“No,” you whine, voice trembling, feeling so unexpectedly empty. “please no.”

Like the devil, Jungkook just licks into your mouth, kiss hot and dirty and wet. This time, he fucks you slowly. Meticulously. Like he’s trying to work you open from the inside. When he bucks into you, finally, minutes later, he does so with a hollow, dry grunt, and allows you a hand on your clit.

You come so hard you don’t even hear yourself screaming.

“Good try,” Seokjin says, after a pause. “Not quite.”

You climb barely enough out of unconsciousness to demand, blearily, “Whose fault is it now.”

Seokjin says, “Yours, human female. You were a bit late.”

A bit out of sorts, you mumble, “Ah.”

“Or,” Jungkook says, nice in a way that almost doesn’t seem real. “I could have been early.”

“You still have five hours left. Imagining positive feelings for one another may help.”

You ponder that thought for a second.

Jungkook says, “Very funny, Seokjin.”

Why do you hate Black Ops Agent Jeon Jungkook?

Many reasons.

He’s arrogant, petty, and morally incorrigible, sure. He’s the poster boy of unrepentant evil, sure.

It’s worse than that.

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, you met seven year-old Jungkook at the judo dojo. Jungkook was smaller than you back then. He had a playful grin and a freakishly competitive streak. Then, three years ago, you ran into the same Jungkook at a bar in Amsterdam. He’d covered himself in tattoos, grew his hair out, and spoke to you in a tone that made you flinch. But when he smiled, he looked sweet and naive, like he hadn’t aged a day since grade school.

And so, a real fucking idiot, you invited him to crash on your couch.

But the next morning, Jungkook disappeared. You found in his stead the corpses of your colleagues, strangled and stabbed and broken, littered across your living room like trash.

He can’t be that bad, you thought.

It must’ve been someone else, you thought.

Six months later, Jungkook sent you a bouquet of live grenades and a card that read, “Lighten up.”

Shit, you thought.

A gift who refused to stop giving, Jungkook kept in touch. Last year, he broke into your apartment and rearranged all your plants. This past Christmas, he “accidentally” threw your fiancé off a building. Yesterday, he nearly crippled you.

And today, he’s got you caged under him like he owns you, his mouth hot on your breast, cock buried so deep inside of you it makes you cry.

So apparently, the universe has decided it shall be Jungkook who fucks you to death, because maybe that was written in the stars all along.

And yeah, you hate Black Ops Agent Jeon Jungkook. You wish him nothing but the worst.

You do.

Around the seventh hour, you’re barely awake when you feel your hips being canted up.

Quietly and without preamble, Jungkook picks you up and sits you down on his dick. He fucks you like that, while you’re half-conscious, bouncing your body up and down his dick, biting and sucking on your nipples, your neck, your lips.

At some point, after he’s fucked you completely awake, you reach back and palm at his balls.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, inhaling sharply, and you know his body well enough to know he’s come. “Why did you do that?”

In lieu of an answer, you push him to the floor and roll your hips over him, grinding tight and fast until he starts squirming beneath you, an incoherent string of ah ah ah ah because he can’t help himself.

You could stop, sure.

But you’re going to die anyways, so whatever.

“Who’s doing the mounting now?” You smirk, watching the way Jungkook’s jolting off the floor, and bend to kiss at his nipples.

It’s either the words or the nipple but somehow, that’s when Jungkook loses it.

Without warning, he grabs you by the neck. He throws you to the floor and drags you into him in one fluid movement.

Next is Jungkook fucking the absolute hell out of you. The way he moves, it’s as if he’s only pulling out enough to fuck back into you. He fucks you so hard and so relentlessly that when you come, your vision whites out. For the longest time, you can’t register a thing except Jungkook’s cock pushing so deep inside of you it feels like you might just split in half.

But Jungkook doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let you move. He traps you there, gripping down on your ass like he’s trying to sink his fingers into it, fucking you without control, without care, like a fucking animal. He fucks you into the ground, his hard, flushed cock squeezing past your lips, pounding into your sloppy, twitching hole, slamming into where it’s raw and sore and swollen.

You don’t know when he comes. You don’t even know when youcome.

Honestly, you wouldn’t even know if you died. And well, you’re fucked too dumb to care.

Eventually, when you wake, you find Jungkook slumped on top of you, breaths shallow against the nape of your neck.

“Seokjin?” You call out, tentative.

There’s no answer.

“Do you think he’s going to kill us,” You wonder.

“To be fair,” Jungkook says, rolling off of you. He tugs you towards him, until your head’s resting on his shoulder. You don’t think it belongs there, but you’re also too tired to move away, so you just stay still and listen to him talk. “I did always think we’d end up dying together.”

“Huh,” You squint.

After a long beat, you admit, softly, “Me too.”

The truth is, you do hate Jungkook. To the bones, to the very fiber of your being. You do, but.

But hypothetically, if you had to be killed with someone, perhaps Jungkook would not be the worst option.

After a moment, the intercom buzzes on.

“My apologies, humans. Did you ask for me? I took a coffee break.”

“You’re allowed coffee breaks?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, when the experiment’s over,” Seokjin says, around a mouthful of trail mix.

“What do you mean…” You blink your eyes open, mouth twitching, “the experiment’s over?”

“It ended two hours ago. I announced it.”

You sit upright and parrot, very articulately, “You what when.”

“Human male heard me. I’ve been wondering why you were still here.”

You turn to Jungkook. “You heard him?”

Jungkook opens his eyes a crack, gazing up at you in that old, familiar, lazily homicidal way, and hums, “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.”

“Listen to me, Jeon Asshat,” you inform him. “You are a dead man.”

Jungkook just smiles. “I know.”

“Let’s never meet again,” You announce, beside a Barcelonian fruit stall.

Jungkook flips down the shield of his helmet and agrees, easing into the seat of his jet black motorcycle, “Never.”

“So, tell me,” Jimin asks, as he flags down a waiter, “what do you do for work?”

“Not much,” You say, tracing your finger over the wineglass. “Topple governments, sabotage arms deals.”

Jimin stares at you, then bursts into laughter. “What the hell, you got me!”

“Did I really,” you say, about to giggle, but then you feel something.

Something on your pussy.

Sliding into your pussy.

You rip your gaze away from Jimin and, three tables over, chin resting in one hand, Black Ops Agent Jeon Jungkook casually licks a flat, hard trail up a round, familiar-looking pad, and winks in greeting.

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maybe i do: “one week without sex”

➵ summary: when a small, petty argument spirals out of control, you and your husband settle on one solution to the problem; betting who can last the longest without sex. it won’t be easy, but you and taehyung are equally determined to win, and you’ll both stop at nothing to secure your victories—even if it means playing dirty. 

↳ part of the maybe i do series!

this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!

➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader

➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, smut, minor angst, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 20k

➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing, high-class gang cameo!!, getting caught in the act 👀, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, big dicc!tae, heavy making out, breast fondling, choking, finger sucking, male and female masturbation, sexting/phone sex, use of a sex toy (vibrator), exhibitionism + voyeurism (with each other), drunk sex, rough, needy sex, riding, hitting it from the back, impregnation kink, creampie <3

➵ a/n: and here it is!! again please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!

“You’re gonna be late, honey, be quick.” 

“Who cares? I am not leaving you.” 

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Love to Hate (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Fuck Buddies!AU

Status: Ongoing

Description: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

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hotter than hell | jjk. 04 (m)

banner by the lovely solaris @jamaisjoons​ <3

➵ summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons​

➵ pairing: fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader

➵ genre: supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 32k

➵ warnings: swearing, semi-accurate biblical depictions of angels and demons, fantasy-based story-telling, mentions of fear, violence & injury (minor), lots of emotional angst :(, tENSION, explicit sexual content, dry-fucking, heavy making out, petting, titty sucking, dirty talk, oral (m. receiving), throat-fucking, unprotected sex (wrap before tapping pls <3), massive dicc!jungkook, switch!reader, marking, GOOOD fingering, cum-tasting, breast play, bit of a size kink, pASSIONATE sex, slow/emotional sex, creampie <3

➵ a/n: last one before the final guys wHEW. please excuse any mistakes!! i was very burnt out writing this </3 i hope you enjoy and look forward to the final chapter 🥺💓 feedback is always appreciated <3

➵ playlist: collide by justine skye ft. tyga, middle of the night by elley duhé, i swear i’ll never leave again by keshi 

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“What?!” You shoot up from your seat, in a complete state of shock—horror. “What do you mean he’ll cease to exist?”

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hotter than hell | jjk. 03 (m)

banner by the lovely solaris @jamaisjoons​ <3

➵ summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons​

➵ pairing: fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader

➵ genre: supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 35k

➵ warnings: swearing, semi-accurate biblical depictions of angels and demons, fantasy-based story-telling, depictions of fear, violence & injury (minor), ANGST!!!, loads of arguing, explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones, heavy making out, petting, titty sucking, so much breast play (luci jk loves reader’s boobs), dirty talk, spitting, oral (f. receiving), female masturbation, t e a s i n g, exhibitionism (not public), cum-tasting/eating, pussy fondling, finger-fucking, dry-fucking, steamy sexual tension <3

➵ a/n: OOF i apologize for this chapter in advance, it’s loaded <33 please excuse any mistakes since i brushed over a bit in editing!! i hope you enjoy and look forward to the next chapter 🥺💓 feedback is always appreciated <3

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“Try saying my name, Y/N.” 

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saudade; 4 (m)

➜ no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

pairing: vampire!taehyung x (f) reader

genre: angst, smut • soulmate au, supernatural au

warnings: mental health issues (depression, mentions of ptsd and a panic attack). mild sexual content (soft dom!tae, loss of virginity, fingering, masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, multiple orgasms, biting, unprotected sex, dirty talk). lowkey horror. lots of demonic stuff if it spooks you.

rating: 18+

word count: 21k

A/N: yeah i did it again :D you might be confused but this is ✨not✨ the final part yet :D i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing! as always, feedback is MUCH MUCH appreciated!

➜  Chapters: check out MASTERLIST

“Saudade is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present.” – Aubrey Bell

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Sway Me More | Mafia!Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Assassin!OC  

Part 2: Sway With Me (M) / Part 3: Sway Me Smooth 

Requested: Anonymous:

“ ok i think i got something. i was thinking e2l mafia leader!jk and assassin!oc. they’re always competing on killing the same enemies and oc beats kook to it everytime but plot twist he’s actually sleeping w oc in secret, his gang doesn’t know that she basically does the dirty work for him. maybe a scene where jk is busy in his office and feels something is off and he and oc pull guns on one another but its just a form of power play bc that’s their relationship. dirty talk, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl in his office chair, choking, little bit of degradation bc one of the victims oc had to seduce but kook calls her his little slut bc he’s possessive like that and they both just have lots of tattoos and piercings. maybe some light bondage too? he ties her hands and the petname sweetness? i love that shit sm. ok i’m out of ur hair now fksks ”

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, BTS mafia au, Smut, humor, e2l, angst, pining.

Length: 15,664k Words

Warnings: Strong language, lots of violence, minor deaths, guns, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dirty talk, BDSM(?), degradation kink, praise kink, light bondage, choking, breath play, spanking, rough sex (if you couldn’t tell), possessive!jungkook, Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes.

A/N:

1. Not sure if this counts as a Song Fic, but this ask immediately made me think of Sway With Me by Saweetie and GALAXARA hence the title so that was on repeat haha (Stream Birds of Prey: The Album and Stay Gold for clear skin!!).

2. I didn’t mean to make the OC that crazy she just kinda was. Like honestly I don’t know what happened at the end there. Also, I thought it would be a fun dynamic for them to only refer to each other by last names. (Y/L/N)

3. Shouts out to this anon for being so specific! Writing this fic ruined my search history.

3.b You said a little bit of degradation, but I mighta over did it lol.

4. This is really fucking long. For no reason…I’m not sorry, it’s all worth it in the end. Please leave a comment, let me know what you think

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Supers Index

Banter Ship: Superhero!Jungkook | Supervillain!Reader Description: Roommates!AU, Super!AU. Ironically, some of your best moments are with your archnemesis, the man who you literally fight every other day. But the two of you might be closer than you originally thought. Warnings: Intercourse, Fluff, Small Angst, Oral, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Dry Humping, Grinding, Kind of Cracky Word Count: 10,861

Bicker: Sequel to Banter Ship: Super!Jungkook | Super!Reader Description: Turns out fighting your boyfriend almost every week isn’t as easy as you thought when it comes to maintaining a healthy relationship. Warnings: Established Relationship, Multiple Orgasms, Some Violence, Intercourse, Oral, Handjob, Dirty Talk, Cracky again, Fingering, Choking, Breathplay, Fluff, Unprotected Sex, Creampie Word Count: 10,627

One-Time Thing

One-Time Thing Ship: Enemies to Lovers!AU Jungkook | Reader Description: You hated Jungkook since you were a little kid. You still hate him, of course, but maybe his dick a little less. Warnings: Powerplay, Dom!Jungkook, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Lots of ‘fuckdoll’ kink, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Oral, Degrading Names, Praise Kink, Fingering, Slight Public Sex, Rough Sex, Spitting Word Count: 4,119 A/N: I’m… going to hell for this. Seriously hwefjkd.

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All Wound Up (Harder) | KSJ, PJM

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, oral (m + f receiving), facefucking, fingering, masturbation (m), handjobs, multiple cumshots, teasing, orgasm denial/edging, nipple tweaking, pinching, light spanking, thigh slapping, finger sucking, threesome, rough sex, spitroasting, squirting, Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, brat tamer Jin agenda, Fire Jin and Mic Drop Jimin are the visuals but with a lot more sweat and body chains, prodigious use of the words "brat" "sir" and "good girl" so don't say I didn't warn you, pure sunshine Hoseok agenda

Word Count: 11K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: It's Jin and Jimin's turn for their body chain fittings. Will you finish the job and go home, or will this turn into another unforgettable night?

A/N: It's finally here! The sequel to All Wound Up (Tighter), which was inspired by the body harnesses worn by the vocal line at Permission to Dance On Stage. This can be read as a standalone fic if you haven't read the first one!

This is basically PWP again, so please be advised that reality truly doesn't factor in here. In the real world, there would probably be more of a discussion about kinks and limits, but is just a story of filthy strangers about to get it on. It's one hundred percent pure indulgence. Please enjoy. 😈

(Also this is my first attempt at writing brat taming, so... please be kind! 🥺)

Unbeta'd as usual. Let me know what you think - my inbox is open!💕

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“Sugar! What a delightful surprise. Aren’t you supposed to be at your fitting with Jin and Jimin?”

“I sure am. So would you care to tell me why I’m at their hotel suite right now and they are not?” You sigh into your phone, listening as your business partner taps away on his laptop.

“Um, I’m not sure. My last email exchange with Yoongi says they’d be ready for you at four. Let me call him real quick and see what’s going on, okay?” Hoseok offers.

“Okay.” Hanging up, you slide down the wall to sit against the door, glancing at your watch with a frown.

As the owner of a successful body accessories shop, Dark & Wild, you really don’t have time to spare. Your jewelry is in high demand, especially after two of the members of the band Dead Leaves wore your body chains during the first leg of their sold out world tour. 

You painstakingly craft every piece yourself. As your company’s popularity grows, so does your need to be back in your workshop, not sitting in the hallway of the ritzy Black Swan hotel, waiting for the other half of the band to show up for a fitting for their own custom harnesses.

Your phone buzzes. “Got some bad news, sugar,” Hoseok softly coos, obviously trying to cushion whatever blow he’s about to deliver. “It looks like Yoongi got the dates mixed up. He thought the fitting was tomorrow. The band’s still at rehearsal right now.”

“Well, that’s just fucking great. I’ve wasted my time getting here today, and I can’t be here tomorrow because I have that out-of-town meeting with my silver guy, remember?” 

“I do remember, since I’m the one who scheduled it. But it’s okay - I have some good news, too.”

You lean your head against the door. “Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that?”

Hoseok laughs, the sunny sound filling the hallway. “Sorry, I figured it was better to start with the bad. Anyway, Yoongi is sending someone over to pick you up and take you to the concert venue. He said you’re welcome to hang out until rehearsal ends - should only be another hour or so - or you can hang out in the artist’s lounge backstage. You can do the fitting there when they’re done.”

“Sure, whatever,” you reply, grabbing the handle of your suitcase, which holds the custom pieces. “Tell Yoongi I’m charging him for the time I have to sit here waiting.”

“I’ll pass along the message,” Hoseok promises, hanging up as you drag your suitcase back to the lobby.

Yoongi apparently took your billing threat seriously, because only a few minutes later, you spot a tall slab of beefcake bounding towards you. His tight black “Security” shirt looks like it’s two seconds from ripping at the seams as he smiles at you, dimples popping out.

He calls out your name as a question and you nod. “Yoongi-ssi sends his apologies,” the tall man says. “I’m Namjoon. I’ll be your ride to Heaven.” 

“I bet,” you mutter under your breath, following him out to where an idling black SUV waits.

Dead Leaves typically sell out giant coliseums and stadiums, but for this tour, they’re going back to their roots and only playing in intimate venues. The show they’re rehearsing for today is at Stairway to Heaven, the iconic dive bar slash rock’n’roll club where all the greats who have passed through your city have played over the years.

This is what Namjoon informs you as you sit quietly in the passenger’s seat, resting your head against the window. You didn’t ask and you don’t care, but he’s more than happy to fill you in anyway. You get the feeling he doesn’t get to do a lot of talking in his line of work, eyeing the scrapes on his knuckles and the swell of his biceps. 

The band is on stage when you arrive at the club. Namjoon leads you to the balcony, which is really just a metal catwalk ringing the main floor. “You can hang out here,” he shouts over the music. “Or if you want to wait in the green room, it’s downstairs. Just take a left at the bottom of the stairs and follow the signs.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and he disappears. 

As the band strikes up another emo pop punk power ballad, your eye is drawn to familiar faces. The bass player, a dark-haired Adonis with a sprawling tattoo of branches and flowers trailing down his shirtless torso. Taehyung. And behind the drum kit, sporting purple hair now instead of pretty mint, tongue flicking out to lick at his lip ring as he pounds away, is Jungkook. The two men who’d worn your body chains. 

Visions of their fitting flash before your eyes. Memories of two pairs of hands. Two mouths. Two incredibly sexy men, making you cum harder than you’d ever cum in your life.

You turn away, not even bothering to look at the other two band members. What happened last time was a one-time thing. A total fluke. This time, you’re going to keep it professional. Do the fitting, make any necessary alterations, and get the fuck out.

Right? Right.

Turns out Dead Leaves’s music is actually really catchy. But you decide to go wait in the green room anyway. Hopefully, the band will finish shortly and you can get the fitting done and be back on your way to your studio before your entire day is shot. 

Forty-five minutes later, you’re still waiting. You’re also pretty tipsy. 

All desire to maintain your professionalism goes straight out the window when you spot the impressive tequila collection in the bar at the back of the artist lounge, a literally green room with bright lime velvet curtains hanging from the walls. Plush leather couches line one side, makeup mirrors and vanities the other. It’s fairly swank for such an old rattrap of a club. Even the private bathroom is nice, with a surprisingly large glass double shower stall for the band to use.

Typically, you wouldn’t drink on the job, but the longer you wait, the longer you feel like you deserve a little treat. You pour yourself one shot, and it goes down smooth like butter, so you pour a second. Then you decide to put on some music while you wait, playing with the ancient jukebox in the corner of the room.

It’s as you’re taking the third shot, tipping your head back while you dance around the lounge, that the door opens and two angels walk in.

These heavenly blond men, one tall and broad shouldered, the other shorter and slender, gaze at you in surprise with wide innocent eyes, obviously not expecting to find you tipsy and grinding it out to “How Do You Want It?” like the rent is due tomorrow.

Slamming the empty shot glass on the bar, you wipe your mouth delicately as you grin. “Hi. I got bored.”

“Hi,” the tall one says. “I’m Jin.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jimin.” The shorter one flashes a cherubic smile. “Sorry about the wait.”

As they approach, you are struck by two thoughts: fuck, they’re hot, and fuck, they’re sweaty.

Jin peels off a black duster-length leather coat, revealing a white button-up that is totally drenched with sweat. Meanwhile, Jimin’s black t-shirt is sticking to him, outlining every muscle underneath. His plaid pants cling to obscenely thick thighs.

And you’re here to do a fitting. To put your hands all over those bodies.

Which has you wondering… where are the other two? Not that you need them here or anything. Just curious. 

Jimin notices you eyeing the door. “Taehyung and Jungkook needed to get back to the hotel,” he says, sliding behind the bar. “They said hi, by the way.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and grins, eyes squeezing into tiny crescents.

“Yeah,” Jin leans against the bar beside you, a similarly bright smile on his face. “I think they wanted to come say hello in person, but they’re doing an interview.” He downs the shot Jimin hands him as you wave away his offer to refill your glass.

“Oh. Cool.” Two fewer distractions to deal with. Definitely for the best. At least these two don’t throw off any sinful tempter vibes like the other two did. Jimin and Jin have such a sweet energy. Maybe you can knock this fitting out fast enough to get a ride home from Namjoon before your buzz wears off. Then maybe you can ride Namjoon at home. 

No more tequila for you.

“So, where do you want us?” Jin asks.

Déjà vu. 

You tilt your head slightly, wishing you hadn’t had that third shot. Then you glance at both men’s damp shirts again. “Do you, uh, need a minute to clean up or shower or whatever? Like, don’t let me stop you. You look like you’ve been rehearsing hard. ”

Jimin laughs. “Is that your polite way of saying we look disgusting?” he inquires, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“No, no!” You wave your hands. “I just thought you might want to make yourselves more comfortable. I’m clearly interrupting your usual post-rehearsal routine.”

“Oh no, please, we’re the ones inconveniencing you!” Jin claims, eyes widening again. The silver chains dangling from his ears bounce as he shakes his head. “Yoongi-ah told us how busy you are. He feels really terrible about the mix-up and told us to make sure we took care of you.”

“Yeah, so if you don’t mind that we’re a little sweaty, we can go ahead and start. We don’t want to make you wait any longer,” Jimin finishes.

It’s obviously going to be a standoff between who can be the most accommodating, so you decide to cave. 

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” you declare, and grasp the handle on your case. “We can just use the mirrors here. Who wants to go first?”

“Go ahead, hyung,” Jimin says, tipping more tequila into his mouth. 

Popping your case open, you retrieve Jin’s harness as you wait for him to remove his shirt. He makes no such movement. After a few seconds, you clear your throat. “Uh. You gonna take that off, or…?”

Jin blinks. “Do you need me to?”

“Well, I thought… I mean, Taehyung and Jungkook said…” The other two told you they perform shirtless, so you just assumed the whole band did. You’re not really sure why you made that leap. “They don’t wear shirts on stage.”

“Ah. Right. Well, I do.”

“Yeah, hyung’s not a show-off like our maknaes,” Jimin chimes in, propping his chin in his hand on the bar. “Or me. He’s got class.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Jin winks. 

“The harness is designed to be worn over clothing as well, so it doesn’t matter, anyway.” You lift the chain and nod for him to step forward.

Jin stoops slightly so you can drape the chain over his neck. You slowly circle him, smoothing out the harness over the sodden wrinkles of his starch-white shirt. Patches of the material are so soaked that they’re see-through, giving you a glimpse of sun-kissed skin beneath. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, glancing at himself in one of the makeup mirrors on the wall as you step back. “Maybe it would be better without a shirt.” His fingers make quick work of his buttons and he starts to slip the top off. 

With a sigh, you help him remove the shirt without getting tangled up in his chain. His skin is so slick beneath your hands. Normally, you’d wrinkle your nose in disgust at a stranger’s sweat underneath your fingertips, but the shots have dulled your reactions a little so you don’t mind. It helps that he smells like tequila and strawberries mixed with his natural muskiness. It’s a heady concoction.

Or maybe that’s the liquor. 

Either way, it takes you a moment to realize he asked you something. 

“Sorry, what?” You meet his gaze in the mirror. He smirks for a second before he repeats himself. 

“I said, I think I like this better. What’s your professional opinion?”

Your professional opinion? The harness perfectly accents his sculpted body. 

No wonder the man prefers to keep his shirt on when he’s on stage. It’s bad enough he walks around with that handsome face. He’d probably start a riot if he walked around topless, too. His skin shimmers with his exertion, sweat clinging to his arms and pecs, and he seems even broader now without any clothing hiding his frame. The chain draws your eye down his back, from his wide shoulders to his rather tapered waist. He’s got those upside-down triangle proportions. A perfect Dorito.

Your unprofessional opinion? He’s hot as fuck and the chain would give you something to hold on to while you ride him into the sunrise.

Maybe you should drink some water.

The design Jin requested doesn’t appear at first to be as flashy as the others. It’s a simple chain, one loop around his neck, one strand running down his front, one down his back, ending in flares over his hips. But when he shifts, the metal catches the light, revealing tiny droplets of moissanite woven into the strands. The sparkling effect makes him even more dazzling. Especially when he unleashes that brilliant smile, warm chestnut eyes shimmering as he waits for your answer.

“I think it works.” 

Jimin joins his bandmate by the mirror. “Damn, hyung, you should definitely wear this and nothing but this on stage tomorrow night. Everyone will lose their minds.” His fingers ghost down the chain hanging on Jin’s back. “Okay, can I put mine on now?” Jimin turns to you excitedly. 

“Hold on a sec. Do you like the way it hangs, Jin? Is the length ok? The tightness?” You return to his side. “If you need any alterations, I can make those tonight and have this ready for you to wear tomorrow. If that’s what you want.” 

Jin appraises himself in the mirror. “I don’t think it needs anything. You're really talented, you know that?”

“I do. But it never hurts to hear it,” you grin. “If you don’t need anything changed, then it’s all yours.” 

Jimin claps. “Now do me!” 

The eternal 13-year-old in your head snickers at his words as you delicately remove Jimin’s harness from your case. Jimin yanks his shirt over his head and once again you’re greeted by the sight of bronzed skin coated in a glossy sheen of sweat. He’s lithe, more of a dancer’s build than rippling muscles, and like his absent bandmates, he has some ink, the word “Nevermind” scrawled along his ribcage while an ornately-written “Youth” hides behind one of his ears. On the back of his neck is a sliver of a moon. 

As he lowers his head, you arrange the chain around him, fingers flying to work any kinks away. Jimin’s chain has the longest neck piece, the v dipping all the way down to his navel. His links are larger than the others, more ornate, and hanging on such a gorgeous man, the effect is rather regal. 

As you finish uncoiling the flares over his hips, you brush your fingers over the tattoo on his side. “Nirvana?”

He shakes his head. “Everyone always guesses that.” 

“It’s a secret. He won’t even tell us,” Jin pipes up from one of the couches. He’s still wearing his chain, absentmindedly twining it around his hand, looking every inch the sweaty rock god he is.

“You guys already know too much about me. Gotta keep some mystery in our relationship,” Jimin grins cheekily, tugging on one of silver hoops hanging from his ear.

You simply hum, observing the harness closely, looking for any imperfections. Finding none.

You’re definitely not also examining the incredible body underneath. This entire band is nothing but ridiculously hunky men, huh? 

“So what’s the verdict?” you ask, extending a hand to straighten a few links. Your fingers once again skim over the smooth skin of his shoulder blade, perhaps lingering a second or two longer than necessary. 

Jimin’s expression changes as he assesses his reflection. He looks almost stern now, blond hair flopping over his furrowed brow, critically scrutinizing his appearance. Evaluating your work. 

“I love it,” he finally announces, a beatific smile lighting up his face. “It’s perfect as is.” 

“Fantastic.” Well, that was fucking easy. You glance at your watch. There’s still enough time for you to get back to your studio and get some work done without having it bleed into your night. Although, maybe you should wait to sober up a little more before you handle any machinery or tools. You’re still pondering this as Jin stands.

“Question - can we get these wet?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t, like, wear them swimming every day or anything, but they’ll be fine.” You eye the chain dangling from his chest. “Why, are you worried about all that sweat tarnishing them?”

Jin laughs, a goofy squeaking honk that has you giggling despite yourself. You’re a lot of things, but a giggler’s not one of them. “No, but should I be? That’s the second time you’ve pointed out how gross we are after rehearsing.” 

“Ah, that’s not… actually, no, you’re right, the two of you are pretty nasty right now,” you reply with a teasing grin, zipping up your case.

“Hey!” Jimin protests, plump lips forming a pout. “We’re not that bad. You should see us after a concert.” 

“Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when you had your hands all over me earlier,” Jin adds, wiggling his eyebrows faux seductively. 

“Excuse me? I didn’t have my hands ‘all over you,’ I was helping you adjust the harness!” you correct him with an indignant snort. “Believe me, if I had, we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” 

Well, that’s not quite what you meant to say. And now you can’t stop imagining running your hands all over his slick skin, caressing the areas you didn’t get to touch earlier, like the ridges of his abs… damn it, you need to focus right now! You’re so close to being done here, so why are you trying to drag things out? Just wrap it up so you can leave!

Jin loses his silly expression, eyebrow lifting in sincere curiosity now. “And why is that?”

For the briefest of moments, you consider laughing and changing the subject, but something about the look in his eye awakens your more playful side. There’s no harm in indulging in some flirtation, right? It’s been a long week. Might as well enjoy yourself a little.

It’s not like this fitting is going to end like the last one. You’re almost out the door now. Pretty much.

“I mean, you’ve seen my handiwork,” you purr, reaching out to stroke the strand of metal hanging from his neck, sliding your fingers along the links. ”Do you really think if I got my talented hands all over you, you’d still be able to speak right now?”

Maybe you laid it on a little thick. You’ve never seen a man’s iris visibly darken like that before. Jin’s eyebrow rises again as the corner of his mouth lifts. “I stand corrected.” 

“Mmmhmm. That’s what I thought.” Pulling the handle on your case, you look at the door. “So, do I just talk to Namjoon about getting a ride home, or….”

“Ah, Namjoon-ah is already gone. He took Tae and Kook to the hotel,” Jin explains.

“Oh.” Damn. There goes your trip to heaven. “Well, okay, can someone else here give me a ride home?” 

“I’m sure we can arrange something,” Jimin says. “Are you in a hurry to leave?” 

“Kinda. I have a lot of work waiting for me.” 

“Wait, are we done with the fitting?” Jin interjects. 

“Uh, yes? I mean, you both said you were happy with your chains as is, right? No alterations needed?” 

“Sure, but what about testing the quality of the chains?” 

The blank look you shoot him prompts Jin to continue.  

“You know, you say the harnesses are safe in water, but then tomorrow night we get on stage, and we splash some water bottles around, and next thing you know, these chains are all rusty.” He pauses, tipping his head towards his bandmate. “Jimin, don’t you think we should get a little demonstration? Make sure the chains can hold up to some serious wetness?”

Jimin glances at his hyung, and though you can’t quite interpret the look that passes between them, given the glimmer in Jimin’s deep brown orbs, you’re fairly certain you get the gist. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jimin nods, sly smile creeping across his face. “Yoongi’d never let us hear the end of it if we spent all this money on this jewelry only to have it corrode on us. And the last thing we need is an annoyed Yoongi-hyung.” 

“You wouldn’t want to leave us disappointed, would you?” Jin takes a step closer, his long fingers tangling in his chain as he peers at you. 

You glance from man to man. Both are waiting for your answer.

The pile of work waiting back in your studio is practically screaming your name at this point. So why are you still standing here, contemplating your next move? 

You know exactly why. You can’t stop thinking about the last fitting. That session ended the way it did because those two made you a very enticing offer. These two haven’t done any such thing yet, but they’re clearly dragging things out–they can’t possibly be serious about testing the “quality” of the chains, can they? They obviously want you to stay a little longer.

So what do you want? 

“Okay, so what, you need a demonstration or something?”

Both men nod. 

“Well, I suppose I could show you…” you spin around the room before pointing to the private bathroom. “In there?” 

The three of you crowd around the pedestal sink. Another playful urge comes over you. With a twist of the tap, you grab a handful of water and fling it at Jin, purposefully missing the chain dangling from his chest and hitting his face instead. He yelps in surprise. 

“Hey!” 

You and Jimin laugh as he sputters. 

“See? It holds up fine.” You gesture to the metal. 

“Uh, it barely got wet,” Jimin points out. 

“Yeah, you only hit my face!” Jin glares.

Sighing, you nod. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Let me try again.” You cup your hand and immediately toss more water at Jin’s handsome face. Jimin’s cackles grow louder as Jin grabs a hand towel, dabbing his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, my aim is so bad today!” You reach for the tap and Jin suddenly grabs your forearm with his hand. “Hey!” 

A nasty artillery of curse words start to launch themselves from your lips, but the hard look he gives you makes you fall silent. “Don’t you even think about throwing one more handful,” he drawls slowly, speaking calmly, as his thumb softly caresses the inside of your wrist, back and forth. 

A shiver runs through you at the timbre of his voice.

“Okay. I won’t throw one,” you promise, all sweetness and light as you smile at him. 

As soon as he releases you, you scoop up water with both hands. 

It splashes everywhere, hitting Jin’s face, neck, chest, even you and Jimin get sprayed. The shorter man doubles over in laughter as Jin sputters in shock. As he dries his face again, Jin’s eyes sweep over you from head to toe, carefully assessing you. Another tingle races down your spine.

Then he draws himself up to his full height and your mirth evaporates completely. He pushes his dripping hair back from his face as he glowers, tongue poking his cheek, full lips pursed. The heat from his gaze ironically freezes you, and you go completely still as he curls his long fingers around both of your wrists. With a sharp yank, he pulls you to him, and you gasp. He holds you with a firm grip, not tight enough that you couldn’t break away. This close, you can feel the heat of his body. 

“Brat,” he rasps, the tone of his voice much lower than before. “That was very rude. I distinctly told you not to do that.” His gaze is unfathomably dark, sending a jolt of excitement shooting through you, right to your core. Fuck, that look just makes you want to piss him off more.

“No, you told me not to throw one handful. I didn’t. I threw two.” You lift your chin defiantly, a proud smirk on your lips. 

Jin’s eyes narrow. “Jimin,” he says, craning his head to look around you. “Did you hear that?”

Holy fuck, while reveling in Jin’s smoldering gaze, you nearly forgot about the other man, who is silently observing the two of you. Just watching. 

More déjà vu. 

“Mmmhmm. She’s got a real smart mouth, hyung.” Jimin’s hands dance over your shoulders as he comes up behind you. The rings on his fingers press lightly into your bare arms, and as he steps closer, you find yourself trapped between the bandmates. 

“If you think this is me being a smartass, you-” 

Jin grabs your chin, cutting off your retort. “He wasn’t talking to you, brat.” His eyes flash. 

Well. This is not a situation you typically find yourself in. Not just the physical, standing between two insanely gorgeous men, but letting anyone talk to you this way. You have a reputation for being a ballbuster for several reasons. You have literally kicked multiple people in the balls over the years for saying less to you. 

But right now you don’t want to do or say a thing to break the delicious tension in the room. Wherever this is going, you are in. 

“Bold little brat, coming in here, drinking all our tequila, calling us gross, disobeying our requests and now talking back?” Jin tsks, skimming his hand down your neck. Despite his rough tone, his touch is gentle, and you practically burn for more. “What should we do about that?”

Jimin sniffs. “What we always do, hyung. Teach them a lesson.” 

Well, fuck. You’re suddenly glad you didn’t leave earlier. Work has been so much lately - busy is good, but busy is stressful - and you’re in dire need of a release. The pile of unfinished projects back at your studio will have to wait. You need to know what these two have in mind. 

Jin nods in agreement with his bandmate. “Any suggestions?”

“I have a few,” you hum, knowing full well that he wasn’t talking to you. Jin’s eyebrows rise. He leans so close, you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Did I address you, brat? Say your name, hmm?” 

“No.” 

“No…?”

Oh, fuck, we’ve got ourselves a sir. This isn’t usually your thing, but… what the hell. You can play along.

“No, sir,” you intone politely, licking your lips.

Jin huffs in amusement. “Well, look at that, it’s not just her mouth that’s smart. She knows exactly what to say now, huh?” His head tips to the side again, that appraising look wandering over your frame, lingering on your chest, your hips. “Good girl. Keep it up.” 

“That’s what we like to hear,” Jimin adds, hands massaging your shoulders. His fingers are rough, unsurprising for a guitarist, and as they dig into the knots in your neck, a tiny moan slips past your lips. “Oh, she’s all wound up, hyung. Did that feel good?” His voice is a whisper in your ear, breath a ghost on your skin. 

“Yes,” you groan, and the fingers stop. Shit. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimin chuckles as Jin tugs you against his chest again, snapping your attention back to him. “So… are you ready to learn?”

It’s a simple question. You know what he’s really asking. This is it - last exit. Last chance to bow out. Because you’re pretty sure once you answer, there’s no going back. 

Fuck it. You’re in. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Jin studies your face carefully, suddenly rather serious. “If anything gets too much for you, you stop us right away by saying a safe word. Can you think of a word you want to use?” 

Shit. How rough are these two about to get? You’re pretty much down for anything, but you’ve never had to use a safe word before. What are you supposed to pick - something memorable but unlikely to come up naturally, right? “Uh. Sure. How about… alpaca?” 

His lips twitch in mirth. “Alpaca? Okay. If you think you’ll remember that?”

You nod. “Yes, I’ll remember. Sir.” 

That sinful smile again. “Good girl. Then let’s see….” He glances around the small space. “I think you still owe us a proper demonstration. Don’t you think so, Jimin-ah?”

“Definitely, hyung.” Jimin wanders over to the glass shower stall. “I don’t think we can trust her with the sink, though. We better try it here. In case it gets messy.” 

“Oh, I know it’s going to get messy. But she’s not going to try another trick like that. Are you?” Jin asks, once more grasping your chin with his fingers. You gaze into his molten eyes as you attempt to shake your head, but his firm grip keeps it in place. “Use your words.” 

“No… sir.” It is not in your nature to address someone like this. You’re absolutely going to forget at some point and it’s absolutely going to get you into trouble, isn’t it? 

The thought sends a hot lick of desire swooping into your stomach. 

Jin releases you and takes a step back. He starts to peel his ridiculously tight jeans off as Jimin also strips down to his boxers. “Come on, brat. Take off those clothes. Don’t want them getting soaked, now do we?” 

Both men stare unabashedly at you as you slowly peel your tank top and jeans off, leaving your lacy black bra and matching panties on. Jimin whistles, and you preen. You’ve never been shy about your body, embracing every curve, and the looks of admiration on their faces bolster you even more. 

“Such pretty packaging,” Jimin murmurs as he pulls you into the shower with him and Jin. “Okay if I unwrap you?” 

You nod, and he just blinks patiently, waiting. “Oh! Yes, sir.” 

With a crooked grin, Jimin slides his hands around your waist and up your back. He’s moving painfully slowly for your taste, but you don’t protest, breath hitching as he tilts his face to yours. Gentle lips caress your own, and as you lean into his kiss, he unhooks your bra before pulling you closer. 

Another pair of hands land on your waist, lightly tugging your panties down. The sensation is so featherlight that it tickles, and you giggle into Jimin’s mouth before moaning as the fingers quickly slip between your legs, smearing through the slickness there with a much rougher touch.

“Hmmm, someone’s eager,” Jin whispers into your ear as he presses himself flat against your back, as much as he can with a massive erection poking into the swell of your ass. The silk of his boxers rubs against you as he continues. “You want me to keep going?” His fingers hover at your entrance.

“Please, sir,” you gasp, breaking away from Jimin’s plush lips long enough to answer. The shorter man’s own hardness pokes into your thigh as you push back against Jin, waiting for him to slide one of those long fingers inside you. 

Only to let out a wail of disappointment as he withdraws his hand from where you want it most and gives you a little slap on your ass. The sting makes you jump in shock.

“You really think you deserve that right now, brat?” Jin smacks your cheek again, and you whimper pathetically, surprising yourself. “We’d be pretty terrible at this if we rewarded you now, wouldn’t we?” 

A million retorts run through your mind but you choke them down. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimin smiles sweetly, his hand soothingly rubbing the spot where Jin’s smacks still twinge. “Don’t worry. Just do what we tell you and we’ll make sure you get what you want.” His smile becomes something darker, more devilish. “Eventually.” 

In tandem, Jimin and Jin drop their boxers. You attempt not to gawk as their cocks spring free. Jin’s is just as long as you’d expected given his height, but you’re shocked to discover how thick the shorter man’s is. Jimin catches you gaping and shoots you a wink. 

“Let’s get wet,” he trills playfully, and with a twist of the knob on the wall, water begins to pour from the double showerhead above. 

Both men run their hands through their hair as the water cascades over their naked bodies. Jimin brushes the damp strands out of his face before he grabs your hand and tugs you over, spinning you around so Jin can kiss you while his own hands roam over your backside. The elder’s tongue slips between your panting lips as Jimin squeezes your ass, his mouth suctioning to your neck. There is warm, slick skin all around you, pressing into every exposed inch of your front and back, and for a moment you lose yourself in the sensation, eyes closing in bliss. 

Jin pulls away, tipping his head back to let the shower run down his broad shoulders and over his chest. The chain glitters in the light reflecting off the drops of water that cling to it as he holds the metal out to inspect. “Looks like it’s holding up well.” 

“Well, duh, I told you it was water resistant! I mean, hello, I can tell you exactly what it’s made of. The metal is–” Your eyes go wide as one of Jimin’s hands snakes around and clamps your mouth shut, gently pinching your lips between his thumb and forefinger. “Mmmph!”

“Wow, you just can’t stop with the attitude, can you?” he tuts, other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you flush to him. “Hyung, what are we going to do with this mouth?”

“I think we need to keep it busy,” Jin replies, eyes glimmering. Something about the look in his eye has you clenching around nothing. “You know, I’m not sure this shower is really doing the trick. Maybe you should help us out, brat.” He laughs. “Since you so rudely told us we were disgusting earlier, I think you should be the one to clean us.”

Jimin releases your lips so you can answer. “You want me to… wash you?” Your fingers twitch at the thought of finally getting to roam over their taut bodies. Jin gives you a look. “Uh, sir?”

Jin nods, and Jimin’s arm drops to let you move. Okay. Not quite what you expected them to ask you to do, but fine. You don’t mind. But as you reach for the soap and washcloths tucked into a niche in the shower wall, Jin holds his arm out, blocking you.

“Uh-uh,” he clucks his tongue. “Not with those.”

Oh, of course. Honestly, how did you not see this coming? 

“Tongue only,” Jin commands, dragging his fingers along your jaw and tapping your lips with his crooked pointer. “Now get to work.”

Stepping under the stream of water raining down, you tentatively approach the taller blonde, unsure where exactly to start. He grins, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck, and you rise up on your tiptoes, sliding the tip of your tongue between your teeth to give an experimental lick. 

Fuck, he even tastes like strawberries. 

A contented hum rumbles through Jin’s chest as you run your tongue down his throat, gathering the sweat and salt hidden in the little notch between his collarbones. You reach out with both hands to touch him, but Jimin stops you, locking his fingers around your wrists.

“Oh no, none of that,” he sings over your shoulder, tugging on your forearms. You understand immediately what he wants, allowing him to bring your arms behind your back. “Keep these here,” he demands, his fingers lacing yours together. “Can’t have you using your hands. Or touching yourself. You gotta earn that. Do you understand?”

“Really? No hands?” darts past your lips before you can stop it. 

There’s a sharp pinch on your ass. You jump with a squeal. “Hey!”

Another pinch. This time, you bite your tongue, glaring over your shoulder at the pincher, who merely smiles behind you.

“When I tell you to answer me, I’m not asking for commentary,” Jimin states, clucking his tongue. “A simple ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir,’ will suffice. Got it?”

“Yes. Sir.” Goddamn it, how do people remember to keep using that word? And can you really keep quiet like they want you to? This stuff doesn’t come naturally to you, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to stop, especially now, as you tip your chin up again to return to your task. 

Without your hands to keep you steady, you’re a little awkward as you keep moving down, flicking your tongue over one of his dusky brown nipples, then the other. Water trickles into your lips, mingling with the tang of his sweat. Jin doesn’t seem to mind that you keep bumping your nose against him. He sighs happily while you lave over his torso, kissing and licking the whole way as you sink to your knees.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as you settle yourself between his legs. Another wave of arousal rolls through your belly. You actually like it when he calls you that. Surprising. The phrase always struck you as condescending, but from Jin’s luscious lips, it sounds like the highest praise. “Now let’s keep that mouth busy, okay?” His hand pumps his cock lazily a few times, and you sit back on your heels, just waiting. “Come here, brat. Come get a taste.” 

Jin’s wide shoulders block most of the water from the shower from hitting you as you rise up on your knees and lean towards the anaconda in his hand. There’s absolutely no way you’re getting that whole thing in your mouth without gagging, even for someone without much of a gag reflex. But you’ll sure as hell try anyway. 

“Better open wide,” Jimin advises, standing next to Jin under the other showerhead. He slowly strokes his cock, gaze fixed on your mouth. “Stick out that sharp tongue, baby, and let us see what else it’s good for, besides talking back.” 

Letting your jaw drop, you scoot forward as Jin lays the head of his cock on your tongue. You swirl around him, wetting the tip before you suck it into your mouth. “That’s it,” Jin groans, as his head rolls back. His eyes close for a second, but then he reopens them, not wanting to look away as you take more of him in. “Show me what this mouth was made for.” 

You merely hum in assent, focusing on keeping your jaw relaxed and your throat open as Jin plunges in languidly, reveling in the delicious wet heat of your mouth. It’s weird doing this without your hands to balance yourself. And you want to touch him, stroke the length that isn’t in your mouth yet, make sure he’s enjoying everything you can give him, but you remember Jimin’s instructions and keep your hands behind your back, tightly clutching.

One of Jin’s large hands cups the back of your head as he continues to slide more of himself into your waiting lips. “Ready to take more?” He starts to thrust a little faster. “Like this? Can you take it, brat?” 

“Mmmm,” you gurgle, saliva flooding your mouth, and you swallow around him. He moans and picks up his pace. His hand presses your head forward, and you don’t resist, letting him guide you as wants. 

“Go on, hyung, she can handle it.” Jimin’s own tongue snakes out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips as he grips his erection, jerking faster. “Look at her. She’s ready. Fuck that sass right out of that mouth.” 

“Fuck, yeah, she’s ready, aren’t you, brat?” Jin smirks down at you. “Gonna fuck your mouth now. Take it like a good girl.” 

Just like in business, when it comes to your sex life, you’re usually the one in control. It’s just how you’ve always been - no matter if it was a long-term relationship or a one night stand, you’ve always been the one calling the shots. To be like this now, on your knees, hands locked behind you, letting this man use your face as a fuck toy… well, it’s new. Even the previous fitting wasn’t like this. 

You’re fucking loving it. 

His hard cock plunges faster into your mouth, and you gaze up at him with wide eyes, trying to impress upon him just how much you want to stay his good girl. The tiles under your knees are hard and cold, but you don’t give a fuck, intent only on getting Jin off and proving you deserve a reward. All you want right now is to make him fall apart on your tongue.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gag, drool spilling over your lips only to be washed away by the water flowing from the showerheads. Jin fucks your face, his fingers gripping your head, making you bob on him. It’s not just saliva that drips down your body. Your arousal is coating your thighs at this point, and you clench them together tightly, wishing desperately for some friction. 

Jin’s head lolls back again, lost in ecstasy as he thrusts into your throat. With his eyes closed, Jimin appears to also be adrift in rapture, furiously stroking himself to the sounds of your gagging mingling with the moans that slip from Jin’s plump lips. 

Keeping your left hand behind your back, you carefully slide your right hand between your legs and press on your throbbing clit. A low hum bubbles up from your chest, the relief immediate and overwhelming. Jin hisses at the vibrations. “Fuck, brat, that’s it. Just like that.” 

You nearly slip a finger inside yourself, dying to feel something filling your throbbing cunt, but quickly lock your hands behind your back again before either man catches you.

Jin suddenly withdraws from your mouth completely. Shit. Did he see you touch yourself?

“Why?” you whine frustratedly.

Jin laughs, wrapping his fingers around his darkened head. “Poor thing’s cockhungry now, huh? It’s okay, brat, it’s just Jimin’s turn.” 

The other man bites his lush bottom lip as he watches you open your mouth with an expectant look. Huffing a laugh, he taps his cock on your waiting tongue. “Is that as wide as you can go?” 

With an annoyed glare, you open as wide as you possibly can, and his head finally passes through your lips. Jimin doesn’t take his time building up his pace like Jin did. Instead, the younger man immediately begins to thrust as quickly as you can take him, lips stretching around his girth as he ruts away. 

Whereas Jin tasted like strawberries, tart but sweet, Jimin is all salt, a slight tang that you still savor as you work your tongue along the bottom of his thick cock. His scent hits your nose as it bounces off his pelvis, filling your senses with nothing but him, driving all other thoughts out of your head.

“Ahh, shit, that’s a good little mouth,” he hisses as you repeat your actions, sucking and swallowing around him like you did to Jin, who is still gripping himself tightly as he watches. Your eyes bounce from man to man, drinking in their expressions. Jin’s gaze is sharp, focused, while Jimin’s eyelashes flutter against his round cheeks as he moans, running a hand down the chain hanging over his chest. “Fuck, baby, you can use your hands now.”

As soon as you hear the command, you ignore the unceasing need between your legs and reach out and grab Jin’s cock in one hand and Jimin’s in the other. Both men groan harmoniously, and you speed up your pumping, spurred on by the way their noises grow louder, more agitated. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Jin pants. “Gonna paint you, brat.”

“Oh, fuck, me too, here it comes,” Jimin gasps. 

“Mmmph,” you moan, and Jin’s first spurt hits you in the chin, white dripping down your neck as Jimin’s hips stutter and he cums down your throat. He pulls out as you sputter and choke, but you don’t let a single drop spill, swallowing it all down.

Jimin grabs your hand and helps you to your feet. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” As he draws you in for another kiss, you feel the ticklish scrub of a cloth on your back, and realize that Jin is gently washing your sweaty, cum-splashed skin. 

After you’re clean, the two men quickly suds themselves down. You spin between them as they lather, trading open-mouthed kisses. Their quick touches are only making your need even stronger, something that both men seem quite aware of as you whimper pitifully under their caresses. 

“Poor baby’s still wound up, huh?” Jimin mutters into your neck, where he is busy leaving a love bite.

“Please,” you moan, puffing out your bottom lip. “I did what you told me to do!” You run your hands over Jimin’s chest, twirling his chain around your fingers. “Didn’t I do a good job? You both seemed to like it.” You flutter your eyelashes, laying it on real thick, and Jimin laughs.

“What do you think, hyung?” Jimin asks, shutting off the shower and reaching for the pile of towels outside the stall, handing you both one. “Does she deserve a reward now?”

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Jin muses as he dries off. You toss your towel on the floor like the other two do and then follow them out of the bathroom and back into the dressing room. “I guess she was pretty good.” He takes a seat on a couch and stares at you with narrowed eyes. “Maybe a small treat?”

Jimin strolls over to the bar, pouring himself another shot. “Tell us what you want, brat.” 

There’s only one thing you want right now. “I wanna cum. Please, sir,” you add as an afterthought. 

“Do you think you deserve that?” Jin’s gaze feels like it burns through you as you nod vigorously. Absolutely you deserve it. Even if you broke their rule and touched yourself a little. They didn’t see you and you’re not about to say anything to prevent you from getting off right now. 

“Yes. Please, sir.” You clasp your hands in front of you, peering at him with wide, innocent eyes. Somehow you assume that begging might help. “I’ll keep being a good girl, I promise. Please let me cum.” 

“Hmmm.” Jin leans forward, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at Jimin. “I guess there’s no reason to deny such a sweet request….” The two men exchange a long glance before Jin nods. 

“Alright. How do you want it, baby?” 

“Yeah, what do you like? We’ll do whatever you want,” Jimin promises with an impish grin, sticking out his tongue. The long pink muscle reaches past his chin as he flicks the tip at you, and you don’t need to think for a second longer about what you’d like. 

“Fuck, I want that,” you proclaim, pointing at him. “I wanna get off on your tongue.” 

Jimin groans, one hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into a sloppy kiss. “Brat wants my tongue? Brat can have it.” He pushes you towards Jin, who reaches out to help you sit between his legs. 

“Hands up here,” Jin orders you, lifting your arms and placing your hands on your head. “Only we can touch you. Got it?”

God, you hope that means they’re going to put their hands all over you. You’re ready to pop.

You lace your fingers together. “Yes sir.” 

Jin’s large hands grip your thighs, spreading you for the other man to see. You’re completely exposed now, unable to hide any part of you, cunt bared and waiting. 

Jimin drops to his knees. The thrumming desire that’s been building since you first deepthroated Jin is nearly unbearable at this point, and you squirm slightly against him as you watch Jimin eye you hungrily. After what feels like an eternity, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your dripping slit. He sucks slightly, lapping up your arousal, and you relax into Jin’s embrace as you sigh loudly. 

“Is that what you needed?” Jin whispers in your ear. His mouth dances down your neck as Jimin finally extends his tongue and licks along your opening before plunging the wet muscle inside. 

Your desire has driven you beyond words, so you can only moan and whimper as Jimin eats you out. Between his strong tongue and his plump lips, you’re in heaven, wriggling against Jin as Jimin suckles on your clit. As you shift, Jin’s chain bites into your skin, leaving tiny impressions of the metal up and down your back. Marking you up.

“Mmm, for such a bad girl, you do taste so sweet.” Jimin runs his tongue along the inside of your thigh, swirling through the wetness clinging there before sucking a hickey into the tender skin, and you mewl, desperately lifting your hips to urge him back to where you need him most. 

Jin’s hands glide up your stomach to play with your breasts, kneading the firm mounds between his lithe fingers. He pinches your nipples, making you gasp. “You like that?” He does it again, and you feel him hardening against your lower back, letting you know that he’s enjoying it as much as you are. 

“Y-yes,” you stutter, dropping your head against his shoulder, eyes closing. Jin removes his hands. “Yes, sir!” you quickly correct yourself, and he rewards you with another sharp tweak. “Fuck!” His teeth nip at your ear. 

Your thighs twitch from the pleasure and pain, and Jimin holds one of your legs down to keep you from closing around his head. 

“Getting close, brat?” he asks, breathing into your core as he nuzzles your clit. 

“God, yes, sir!” You glance down and shudder helplessly at the sight of him, mouth and chin coated in your juices, sinful eyes observing your every move. His lips curl when he sees you watching him.

“Let me get you there, baby,” he rasps, and he sinks a finger into you. Then another.

“Shit!” His mouth, Jin’s mouth, their hands. It’s all too much, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over you. “I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

Everything stops. Hands fall away. Mouths unlatch. Jimin sits back on his heels.

“Whaaa?” you cry, springing upright as your impending orgasm suddenly vanishes. “Why? I didn’t do anything, my hands are still up here!” You wave them in the air.

Jin’s laughter shakes your body. “Did you really think we didn’t see you in the shower, brat?” You twist to peer at him as he cackles. 

Goddamn it. You thought you’d been so sneaky. Clearly not. 

“We gave you one simple instruction and again you couldn’t follow it! You touched yourself, and then you expected us to reward you? For disobeying?”

You’re so frustrated, you could scream. Instead, you start to whine. 

“I-it was just a little touch!” you protest petulantly. “I didn’t even get off! Barely an-ah!” 

With a yelp, you rub the spot on your inner thigh where Jimin just slapped you. It doesn’t hurt as much as it shocks you. 

“Little touch or not, you were told to keep your hands where Jimin put them. And you didn’t. So no more of that,” Jin points to Jimin, who licks his lips lasciviously, “for you.” 

There’s a hissy fit rumbling inside you, but it’s drowned out by the way your pussy is still very loudly begging for their attention. You’re going to have to actually listen and obey if you want to get off, aren’t you? Time to swallow that pride. 

“I’m-I’m sorry, sir,” you squeak out, turning to face the other man, hoping to find a sympathetic face. He’s been the softer of the two this whole time, so you’re disappointed to find that stern, appraising look on his face, the same one he’d used earlier when he was evaluating his chain. 

“Only good girls get to cum,” Jimin informs you. “Do you know what bad girls get?”

Fuck, from his hard expression, you’re pretty sure it’s nothing good. And yet you’re certain you still want it. 

“No, sir?”

“They get punished,” Jin answers. He slaps your ass, making you flinch. “Stand up, brat.” 

You do as you're told. Both men rummage through one of the vanities, grabbing from a stash of condoms. 

Hold up. Your punishment is for them to fuck you?

“You want to go first?” Jin asks his bandmate.

“Age before beauty, hyung.” Jimin laughs at Jin’s dirty look.

As you watch, wondering what’s about to happen, arousal building in anticipation once again, Jin strokes himself a few times before he rolls the condom down his hard length. He runs his hand through his still damp hair, giving it a little shake while he eyes you up and down. Then he resumes his seat on the couch. “Come here.” He pats his lap. 

You straddle him, hands on his broad shoulders, hovering over his dick, slightly confused. This feels like a reward. You couldn’t be more elated at the moment, already soaking at the thought of both of them filling you up. But you don’t question them as you wait for Jin’s instructions.

He places a finger under your chin and tips your head up to look into his eyes. “You remember your safeword?” 

“Yes sir. Alpaca.” 

“Good.” Without any warning, Jin grabs your waist and guides you down onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth move.

“Fuck!” You throw your head back as he immediately begins to pound into you, hands gripping your hips, thighs smacking your ass over and over as he sets a brutal pace. “Oh fuck!” Your hands flail, looking for something to grab onto. His body chain bounces against your torso, and you curl your fingers around the metal links, holding on for dear life. 

“That’s it,” he huffs, exhaling loudly, “fucking take it, brat.” A sheen of sweat breaks out over his forehead as he thrusts away relentlessly. 

“Oh god, oh fuck, Jin, that’s mmmph!” Your babbling ceases as Jimin suddenly sticks two of his fingers into your mouth. 

“Suck, brat,” he commands, and you obey. You can’t see him, but you can hear his moans and the slick sound of his cock as he jerks off behind you.

As quickly as before, your climax approaches. When you start to clench around Jin, he snarls, “Not yet,” and he swiftly rolls you onto your back before he pulls out. 

Goddamn it!

A loud, agonized wail leaves you as you feel another orgasm disappear, and the two men grin. 

Jin holds out his hand and Jimin slaps it as the two men switch places. Jimin arranges himself over you on the couch, nudging your legs apart to lie between them. 

Your frustration boils over. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask him. “Did you seriously just tag in?”

Jimin sighs, hooded eyes focused on your lips. “You know, I thought we did a good job earlier, washing your mouth out with our cocks, but there’s that sass again.” He finds the aching nub between your legs and gives it a firm pinch. You buck against his hand with a sharp inhale. “Guess we’ll have to try fucking it out of you instead. All night.” 

He keeps his hand pressed against you, and you start to rut against it, eyes rolling back in your head as you huff, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Jin honks a squeaky laugh, and you tilt your head to glance at him. He’s reclining in a chair at one of the vanities, looking absolutely debauched with his glittering body chain in one hand and his still-hard cock in the other. “Oh, I don’t think she gets it yet, Jimin-ah. Why don’t you go ahead and show her?” 

“Sure thing,” Jimin teases as he slides the tip of his wide cock inside you. He’s thicker than Jin, and the stretch has you gasping. Thankfully, Jimin takes his time, letting you adjust before he plunges forward. “Shit, so tight, baby.” As he bottoms out, he drops his head to kiss you, his long tongue seeking access to your mouth, which you grant happily. 

Then he snaps his hips and you keen as he quickly matches the tempo Jin set earlier, pumping away mercilessly.

“When I say all night, I mean it, brat. But you’re not getting off. Not until we say so.” Jimin presses your thighs into your stomach, bending you in half. “Is that a good punishment for you, brat? Do you think you can handle it? If we fuck you like this, all night long?”

“Ah, ah!” What are words? All you know right now is touch, the sensation of Jimin’s cock stroking into you, his hands gripping your legs, his sweat dripping down your torso. 

“Answer me,” he demands, gritting his teeth as he focuses on hitting that delicious spot inside you with every thrust. “Can you handle it, brat?”

Fuck yes, you can handle it, except no, you can’t. Your body is already nearing climax again, the tension in your gut so close to snapping that your toes are curling, and you honestly don’t know if you want him to stop or keep going. It’s crazy intense, the way they keep bringing you to your peak again and again. Maybe you can take it. Or maybe you’ll explode.

Either way, you want to find out. 

“Fuck. Yes,” you finally pant out a reply, fingers digging into Jimin’s arms. “Sir.” 

Jimin flashes you that crooked grin again, and just as you feel your crest arriving, he stills. You choke back a sob as he rises from the couch. If they want to keep edging you, fine. You’ll show them that you can take it.

Jin fucks you next, on the floor, on your hands and knees. Then Jimin has you ride him reverse cowgirl. Back and forth, taking turns, they bring you to the brink repeatedly. Their stamina is impressive. And fucking maddening. But you bear it all, eagerly taking every ounce of pleasure they offer, kissing, fondling, fucking you to the cusp again and again. With every lost orgasm, you moan and cry, but you don’t complain, hellbent on showing them that you can take your punishment.

“Okay, brat,” Jin finally croons much later as you’re bent over the bar counter, breasts jiggling into the cool marble while he pounds into you, “you’ve been such a good girl for us. I think it’s time for your reward.” 

“Oh god, thank you,” you nearly weep, only for Jin to cease his pumping. “Fuck! Sir!” Goddamn that fucking word!

Jin laughs as he brushes your shoulder with a soft kiss. “It’s all right, I’m just moving you somewhere more comfortable.” 

He tugs on your hand, leading you back to the couch. Jin guides you onto your hands and knees on the cushions as Jimin kneels in front of you, peeling off his condom & chucking it into the trash. “Think you can take me one more time?” Jimin asks, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod. 

As your mouth parts to let him in, Jin pushes into you from behind. You rock forward, the momentum of Jin’s thrusts bobbing your head further onto Jimin’s cock. The angle of Jin’s rutting hits that soft spot inside you, exactly where you need him, and he slides a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, rolling the pearl between his nimble fingers. 

“Mmmph!” you moan around Jimin, triggering a chain reaction of groans. First Jimin, who begins to thrust slightly erratically, his rhythm faltering, then Jin, as you bounce wildly back onto his cock. He tightens his grip on your hip, other hand still fondling you, and you whine as best you can with a mouthful of dick. 

This time, when you start to clench around Jin, he doesn’t stop, continuing to drive into you and make you gag on Jimin. But it’s too much. The pressure is too extreme, feeling like you’re about to blow, and you feel it rising up in you, so close to bursting, so close so close -

You let go. Popping off of Jimin’s cock, you drop onto your elbows, burying your face in the couch cushion to sob with relief. Your cunt pulsates, walls squeezing Jin, and your eyes screw shut as you feel your release come flooding out. Jin groans, pulling out, ripping off the condom to pump into his tight fist. 

You’re not sure how long you roll on the waves of ecstasy that sweep over you, but it’s long enough that you barely register both Jin and Jimin riding their own euphoria until you feel something land on your back, hot and sticky. Any other other time, a surprise cumshot would’ve led to you kicking some ass, but you’re so blissed out that you truly don’t care. 

It’s been a while, but you’re pretty sure you just squirted all over the couch. 

With your eyes still shut, there’s nothing but panting and your heart pounding in your ears for several minutes. Then you prop yourself back up on your hands, lifting your head to look at the other two. 

“Good girl,” Jin gives you the warmest smile you’ve seen all night, hands soothingly tracing circles over your lower back. “You did so well for us, baby.”  

“Took all that like a fucking champ.” Jimin adds. He touches your cheek lightly, a soft tap of affection, before he clambers off the couch and into the bathroom. When he returns with a wet cloth, he quickly wipes you clean of your release, and theirs. 

Jin collapses onto the couch. You follow suit, letting him tuck you into his side. Jimin snuggles against you on the other side, laying his head on your shoulder. It’s a rather cozy arrangement, and you feel yourself relaxing completely, like a knot that’s been unwound. 

“So,” Jin drawls, “did you learn your lesson?”

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, fighting the urge to fall asleep nestled between them. 

Neither man speaks. 

“Oh, goddamn it. Yes, sir.” 

You’re jostled as both men shake with laughter. Jin drops a kiss on your temple. "Good girl."

There are lots of things about Hoseok that make him the perfect business partner. Like his incredibly sunny demeanor, which comes in handy with schmoozing clients and wheedling deals out of vendors. 

Unfortunately, sometimes he directs that boundless sunshiny energy your way. Usually at the most annoying times of day, such as seven in the morning while you’re trying to sleep. 

“Sugar!” Hoseok throws himself on your bed, waking you as he bounces. “Time to get up!” 

“Why the fuck did I give you a key?” you grouse, rolling over and throwing an arm over your eyes. 

“Because I’m your best friend. And because sometimes you require a hands-on wakeup call when you have a meeting before noon.” 

“Hmmph.” 

Hoseok isn’t just using “hands-on” as a clichéd descriptor, he means it, as he tickles you until you slap his fingers away and sit up. 

“Okay, I’m up, fuck.” You yawn and stretch, but make no moves to get out of bed. “Did you at least bring–” 

Hoseok points to a coffee cup sitting on your nightstand. He flops onto his back and pulls out his phone.

“God bless you, Jung Hoseok. You’re a saint among men.” 

“I know,” Hoseok replies blithely, already scrolling through his texts as you wait for the caffeine to transform you back into a human again. “Hey, Yoongi wants me to thank you for helping out with his fuck-up yesterday. He sent a really apologetic note.” 

You think back to the events of the previous evening. “Oh, no worries, it was my pleasure.” 

Hoseok cocks an eyebrow at your unusually sweet response as he skims the message. “Let’s see - ‘Please let her know how much I truly appreciate her rolling with the band’s schedule. I know her time is valuable. Jin and Jimin both had nothing but the highest praise for her.’” 

At the word “praise,” you feel a slight stirring in your gut, and smile into your sip of coffee. 

“‘As a token of thanks, I’d like to invite her to join me at their concert Saturday night, as my guest. I’d love to show her my gratitude in person.’” Hoseok looks up at you with a ridiculous pout. “Damn, you must’ve really impressed him! Yoongi’s never given me a free ticket to one of their shows, and I’ve known him for nearly half my life!”

“Well, step up your game, Jung.” 

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but he grins anyway. “He said he’ll leave your ticket at the will call window.” Hoseok glances at you again. “If you don’t want it, I’ll happily take it.” 

Hmm. Well, you don’t have any plans for Saturday night, and the little bit of their music you heard yesterday you’d rather enjoyed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Maybe being Yoongi’s guest means the chance to go backstage after the show. 

“You know what? I think I’ll go.”

A/N 2: Part 3? Coming? Someday??

© 2022 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

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Release my heart ✻ Masterlist ✻

↳ Pairing: Jimin x You

❧ Genre : Fluff / Smut / slight angst / gang au

❧ Warnings : violence, blood, prostitution, murder, drugs

❧ Summary: Your world is turned upside down when your father decides to sell you to the infamous gang in order to pay his debts. 

Chapter 1 ⇾ here

Chapter 2 ⇾ here 

Chapter 3 ⇾ here

Chapter 4 ⇾ here

Chapter 5 ⇾ here

Chapter 6 ⇾ here

Chapter 7 ⇾

All I Want For Christmas is You

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist…

Genre: Comedy • Fluff  • Smut

Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers

Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx  • @underthejoon • @yeojaa​ • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi

Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •

Acknowledgements:

To @ppersonna​ (Lindy) @underthejoon​ (Fal) and @xjoonchildx​ (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.

To @untaemedqueen​ (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you. 

To @hobi-gif​ for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted… Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor. 

To @lemonjoonah​ as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar. 

Please Picture This Taehyung:

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”

“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”

Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow. 

“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”

The man in question shifted uncomfortably.

“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”

“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though… I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. 

“You RECORDED IT?!”

Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”

“He did WHAT?!”

Your mother winced. 

“Jimin was… uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”

“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”

Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite. 

“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events…”

Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them. 

“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”

The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough. 

“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered. 

“Oh sweetheart… it isn’t you we don’t trust…”

Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back. 

You would play along with their humiliating schemes. 

For now.

“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me? 

For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous. 

“Kim Taehyung.”

You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa. 

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Umbra; 1

➜  being ruled by an ancient commandment, your sole purpose is to serve. you were born to protect the king with your life, tied by an everlasting oath; you are nothing but a shadow, a silent and insignificant being. he appears to you like the sun, the warmest and brightest star in the sky, and gives you a chance to live. it is then that your entire universe starts to orbit around this sun, and you decide that you are truly willing to die for him.

pairing: King!Taehyung x (f) hybrid!reader

genre: royalty au, fantasy, angst  

warnings: descriptions of violence, blood and death that might be triggering.

word count: 8.2k

A/N: Hello! This is something I’ve been planning for months and I finally got the courage to post it so I’m v v nervous right now. If you like it, please let me know so I can keep posting. Encourage this little hoe right here uwu enjoy! also english is not my 1st language so if you find any ugly mistake please don’t crucify me i’m just tryin

➜  Chapters: check up masterlist in bio!

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saudade; 1 (m)

➜ no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

pairing: taehyung x (f) reader

genre: angst, smut • soulmate au, supernatural au

warnings: death and mourning. mental health issues. blood. violence. very brief mentions of alcohol and drugs consumption. swearing. explicit sex in future parts. when i say angst i MEAN IT. when i say this is slow burn i MEAN IT.

rating: 18+

word count: 19k

A/N: i planned this out to be a one-shot but got too carried away writing it and BRO it got TOO LONG so i decided to split it. it’s a short series i swear! hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! PLEASE PLEASE don’t forget to send me your feedback :)

➜  Chapters: check out masterlist in bio!

“Saudade is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present.” – Aubrey Bell 

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hotter than hell | jjk. (m) 02

banner by the lovely solaris @jamaisjoons​ <3​

➵ summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons​ 

➵ pairing: fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader

➵ genre: supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 23k 

➵ warnings: swearing, angst, semi-accurate biblical depictions of angels and demons, fantasy-based story-telling, mentions of emotional trauma from an ex (not severe), depictions of action, violence & injury, sexual content, dom/sub undertones, heavy making out, petting, finger sucking, pussy fondling, finger-fucking, dirty talk, marking, biting, mentions of nudes, t e a s i n g, steamy sexual tension <3

➵ a/n: AHHH it’s finally here!! i’m so sorry for the wait that came with this part, but so many things came up. i hope you enjoy this chapter and look forward to the next 🥺💓 feedback is always appreciated <3

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | final. |

Jungkook’s the one who drove you two to the charming retro diner of your choice. It wasn’t exactly far, but lengthy enough your hotel was out of sight.

You sit opposite of each other now, predominantly silent as you both eat, but with the occasional mumbles of observations or questions Jungkook couldn’t help but ask. You snap looks towards him from your phone as he eats his mammoth of a meal, fighting back an eye roll at just how much he inhales. 

You’re surely going to go bankrupt because of his monstrous appetite. Whatever, the poor guy hasn’t eaten food for centuries.

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divine seduction | kth. (m)

banner by the wonderful @introgfx​ <3

➵ summary: you despise your quarterly meetings with the demon king, kim taehyung, for many reasons. one; being that he’s maddeningly charming, two; he tests the limits of your relationship every visit, and three; he’s gotten under your skin so bad, you’re ready to show him that two can play his game.

➵ pairing: demon king!taehyung x angel queen!reader

➵ genre: angels/demons, royalty, enemies to lovers!au, fantasy!au, smut, pwp, light angst, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 11k

➵ warnings: fantasy depictions of angels and demons, explicit sexual content, hard but sweet dom!taehyung, switch/sub!reader, huge dicc!tae, dirty talk, biting, blood play (he’s a demon with it), bondage, handjobbing, size kink, pain kink, punishment, degradation/humiliation, nipple/breast play, possessiveness, choking, marking, so much licking (taehyung loves tasting his angel), begging, crying, orgasm denial/control, spitting, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, anal play, sex toy, double penetration, throne sex, reverse cowgirl, hitting it from the back, hair pulling, finger-sucking, deepthroating, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, creampie <3

➵ a/n: lord forgive me for i have sinned, i have no explanation for this fic except complete horniness!! >_< please enjoy this to-die-for demon king tae 😌 as always, your feedback means the world to me <3

➵ playlist: wicked games by the weeknd

↳ in submission for the february games:

❂ “Where Cupid’s Arrows Lie”        ⁂ hosted by: professor ryen @kithtaehyung​​ through @bangtansorciere

⤐  au type: “why me?” // enemies to lovers ⤐  themes: angels/demons, fantasy ⤐  kinks: anal play, biting, blood play, bondage, choking, cunnilingus, degradation/humiliation, double penetration, fingering, handjob, hair pulling, orgasm control, pain kink, sex toys, size kink, deepthroating <3

“Must I really see him today?” 

“It’s essential, your Majesty. He requested the meeting himself.” 

“What for, exactly?” 

“He would not disclose that information, only that he desires to see you.” 

You sighed grievously as you fixed the backing of your earring in your mirror, ensuring it was snug. Wearing your appropriate royal robes, you dressed yourself for a cordial meeting, along with packing your utmost patience and tolerance. 

Soon, you were going to meet the most obnoxious, prideful, exasperating being in the universe. 

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PARK JIMIN | 2021 FIC RECS

⇰ hey, everyone! welcome to my humongous fic recs list, featuring the one and only love of my life, park jimin. 💙

❥ welcome! i’ve been working on this for a while, here it finally is! it’s late and not as comprehensive or detailed as i would have liked, but still pretty inclusive, i hope. 

❥ length: there are three broad categories based upon lengths: one-shots, series and drabbles, out of which, the one-shots are further divided based upon the following criterion.

❥ criteria: i have tried to roughly divide the fics according to tropes. it wouldn’t be an equal division because i obviously have personal preferences, but we definitely have some variety in here. also, some of these might be rated 18+ but not tagged with the smut tag - it’s bec that is what the content in them is, i haven’t mistakenly missed tagging ’em.

❥ ps! this list contains fics that i have read in 2021, not just the fics that were posted this year! 

❥ WARNING ❥ MOST OF THESE WILL BE 18+ AND CONTAIN EXPLICIT SMUT - MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

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work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung​

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev​ 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

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white lies ● chapters list

➬ Subtitle | The truth about us

➬ Summary | Growing up together, you had always thought that he would always be a part of your life forever, until he suddenly chose a different path, leaving you altogether in the shadows of your past. What happens when you finally decide to move on, to walk down your new path in life without him, while completely unaware of how it had been him who had been standing in the shadows, drowning in his own little secrets?

➬ Prompt | “How could I ever forget about you?”

➬ Pairings | Kim Taehyung x reader

➬ Genre | Childhood/Best Friends!AU, Heavy Angst, Future Smut

➥ Ratings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature

➥ Status/Total word count | COMPLETED / 66,720 words

➥ Author’s Note | This is a rewritten version of my older work, so some things might seem familiar to some of you who have been following me for a long time. Thank you for @hanuzylan​ for commissioning me to do its final chapter and giving me the motivation to delve into this story again. And a huge thank you to @randombtsprincessa​ and @softyoongiionly​ for helping me beta read this whole mess of a story. And to anyone who still remembers this old story of mine, here are the answers that you have been asking for a long time. Forgive me for making you wait for years.

➬ Chapters

⇢ chapter i. secrets

⇢ chapter ii. windfall

⇢ chapter iii. half-truth 

⇢ chapter iv. false impressions

⇢ chapter v. his undoing

⇢ chapter vi. last call

⇢ chapter vii. his redemption  

⇢ chapter viii. healing

⇢ chapter ix. just us 

⇢ chapter x. always 

⇢ epilogue. two years later

➥ Music Companion | Keshi - Bandaids // Shaker - Different // LIMI - If I // pre kai ro - Leon // Keshi - Us // Adrien Daniel - Hurt You Anymore // SWIM - Eyes On You // Keshi - I Swear I’ll Never Leave Again // Darci - Last Call // Aaryan Shah - Is This the Life I Chose? // Dxvn. - Subtle Things

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— © 2021 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind is not allowed. translations are not allowed.

satisfy 04

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 10.6k genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ sexual content, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink 👀, spanking, light degradation, light humiliation, light choking, exhibitionism, hair pulling, cumplay, creampie, pussy slapping, namjoon’s a little mean but you offended him so 👀

a/n⇢ i absolutely did not intend to take this long between updates ☠️☠️ idk how time passed so quickly while i was working on other stuff, but here we finally are! happy belated birthday, joonie!!! ily, my day 1, my virgo bf 💕 mood for this chapter is this. hope you enjoy!!

chapters⇢ previous | next | series masterlist

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all of you | masterlist

banner by the lovely @kithtaehyung​ 💕​

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

18+ | series warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, an unwanted arranged marriage, pregnancy. (warnings will be more detailed for each part.)

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

word count ↠ 115k+

↠  prologue

↠ part 1

↠ part 2 (m)

↠ part 3

↠ part 4 (m)

↠ part 5

↠ part 6

↠ part 7

↠ part 8 (m)

↠ all of you: forever (epilogue)

bonus drabbles: (coming soon!)

# 1 — the first time

# 2 — tobias returns

mini-playlist here!

taglist is open — comment/dm/send an ask to be added :)

if you read and enjoy this series, please let me know!  send an ask / message / comment — it would mean so much to me! thank you <3

hotter than hell | jjk. (m)

banner by miss solaris @jamaisjoons <3

➵ summary : jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

↳ part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons

➵ pairing : fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader

➵ genre : supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut, three-shot

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 27k

➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, semi-biblically-accurate depictions of angels and demons, supernatural themes, mentions and depictions of sin, s e x u a l  t e n s i o n, neck-kissing, straddling

➵ a/n : WHY HELLO EVERYONE here’s the demon lucifer jk as promised!! i stayed up an entire night just to create the plot, i hope it delivers!! it’s literally one of the my favourite ideas ever hehe. this is the first part of a three-shot :) please excuse any mistakes or error since I didn’t have a beta and will probably get someone to do so later 🤧 PLEASE IMAGINE MOTS ON:E DAY 1 MY TIME JUNGKOOK FOR THIS Y’ALL, enjoy!! <3

➵ playlist : a******e by hooligan chase

| 01 | 02 | final. |

‘Why is she looking at my man?’ 

‘I need to get blackout drunk.’

‘Damn, that girl is fucking hot.’

‘I’ll steal it when he isn’t looking.’

Jungkook’s head rings with an innumerable amount of thoughts, and he can’t seem to silence the blaring volume of them at all.

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