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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, cherub jungkook, Incubus Taehyung, Incubus Jimin, Temptation, Blasphemy, Oral Sex, Rimming, blowjob, Snowballing, Double Anal Penetration, no guilt Summary:

Jungkook, a cute innocent cherub being introduced to Lust by Taehyung and Jimin, two incubi demons who took an interest in him

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, i guess, Gay Sports, Alternate Universe - Baseball, Exhibitionism, Saliva is NOT good lube don't let them fool you Summary:

In which Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook are rivals.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Psychological Horror, Extremely Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Mind Manipulation, Gaslighting, Rimming, Barebacking, Sleep Deprivation, Sleep Paralysis, Explicit Sexual Content, Hallucinations Summary:

His room is dark, his fingers tingle, but he can’t move. Tears form at the corners of his eyes, the feeling of the water running down his cheeks make him uncomfortable. It’s not as bad as the frightening feeling pulling him in, restricting him on his bed, unable to breathe right. Jimin screams, though no sound slips from his mouth.

Then, he sees it.

The monster.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Tentacle Monster Jimin, Tentacle Sex, Breeding, Size Kink, Double Tentacle Penetration, Oviposition, A little soft at the end Summary:

A nervous laugh bubbles up in Jeongguk’s throat. Casual tentacle monster who came up the drain in his bathtub wants sex—right. Totally normal. He is absolutely, 100% not hallucinating right now. This isn’t some kind of elaborate pornographic fantasy; this is definitely happening.

Yolyyyy 😩😩😩

First of all, I don’t know what to say but thank you😭😭🥺 and secondly, Jesus this was hot 🥵 Ahhh I love youuu thank you for the bday gift wifey💕💕

Tease || Jikook (oneshot)

Pairing: Jiminx Jungkook  Genre: Jikook smut 18 + Mature (smut, fluff, a bit of crack?) sort of enemies to lovers? Warnings: Smut, hand job, oral receiving, member x member, teasing, edging, power bottom Jimin back at it again, biting, kissing, rutting, anal sex (use protection kids) Summary: Baseball captain Jungkook can’t help but to tease sweet Science nerd Jimin, but when his teasing goes too far, Jimin is quick to teach him a lesson.

A/N: This goes out to my wifey @koyakoo​ for her birthday. We’ve known each other for almost two years and in that time you have been one of the most important people in my life. You never judge and always shower me with love. I love you bun bun <3 I hope you love it.

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Mister and Mister Kim

Synopsis:

The agreement was meant to be temporary. You and Jimin would would submit yourselves - body and mind under the guardianship of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook as they explored different fantasies.

And sure, it wasn’t an ideal situation, but if it would keep you two off the streets then it would be worth it. What you didn’t realize however, was that you had just entered a dangerous game full of even darker secrets surrounding the people who called themselves your “Daddies.”

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Smut, Age-Play, Slow-burn Yandere, ???

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jimin x (f) Reader, Taekook, Taekook x Jimin and Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: uhh for right now: Romanticized and unrealistically perfect marriages, (as usual cuz I can and because I’m a sad, lonely, hopeless romantic) Mentions of mature subject matter, Future Consensual Age-Play and smut, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Collaring, References to anxiety,

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.7K

I suppose this is just a potential fic for after I finish “Baby” (because this concept is admittedly pretty fun to play around with). But of course, if the content/ warnings make you uncomfortable please do avoid reading.

Because the following is a work of fiction - ALL ships and its contents are made purely for entertainment purposes. Therefore, it should not be taken seriously.

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love à trois | pjm | jjk | +18 | pt 1

☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader x jimin

☾ summary: you and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.

☾ w.c: 7k

☾ genre: angst, smut, slice of life, friends to lovers, roomates, strangers to lovers, college au, love triangle.

☾ warnings: mentions of sex, blow job, cum playing, hand job, teasing, idk, mentions of death, mentions of plane crash

☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. some details, traits and personalities may deviate from real life! also, english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

☾ taglist: @kingofbodyrolls @yoonjinhusbands @butterymin @georgeanabanana @kookswifesblog @yelsuki @ellesalazar

"But Grandma," you persist, though fully aware it might be a futile effort.

"That's so foolish of you to think that I would agree to such a stupid idea" she remarks, walking to the sink to wash her hands before returning to resume chopping vegetables.

You let out a defeated sigh, sinking back into the chair. You had promised Jimin you'd talk to your grandma, but her response was predictable. Perhaps it was imprudent to take a bus to your hometown for a face-to-face discussion. Yet, you understand her resilience; she's always been tough, and convincing her was never an easy task.

"Ever heard of the butterfly effect, Grandma?" Now you're really pulling out all the stops.

Your grandma merely looked up, anticipating what would come next. She'd raised you since you were two, well aware of your cheeky nature and your knack for getting what you want. You were quite the persuasive one.

"It's like this — the flap of a butterfly's wing can cause an earthquake somewhere in the world." As soon as you finished speaking, your grandma let out a snorting laugh and returned to chopping vegetables.

"So, you denying me access to my savings will result in Jimin and me not being able to share the apartment anymore. Consequently, he'll move out, I'll spiral into depression, my grades will plummet, and I'll drop out of college, doomed to a life of mediocrity and poverty," you delivered your words in a highly dramatic tone. "Plus, Jimin will blame himself, drop out of college, become a single alcoholic, and kick the bucket before 35."

"None of this will be my fault," your grandma asserts, and a frustrated sigh escapes you.

"And it's not Jimin's parents' fault for getting into a car crash and facing hefty hospital bills," you admit earnestly. "Yet, he carries the weight of guilt regardless."

"Y/N, your parents earmarked these savings for your college even before you were born. All the money they left for you after their passing, I've safeguarded all these years. The funds are yours, but there's a condition – you need to graduate first, and we can't negotiate this," she states firmly.

You slump back into your chair.

 "But Grandma, life is happening now. Jimin and I need that money," you plead.

She pauses, glancing at you with a mix of understanding and unwavering resolve.

"Y/N, your parents had dreams for you, dreams of education and a brighter future. This money is a testament to their hopes, and I'm entrusted with ensuring it serves its intended purpose."

"Very well," you reluctantly agreed, your arms crossed and eyes rolling.

Your grandma made her way to the stove, igniting the flames and tossing the freshly cut vegetables into the pot. With that, she had firmly closed the discussion.

You grasped the significance of her stance, and it genuinely impressed you, this unwavering commitment to upholding your late parents' desires.

Your parents had passed away in a plane crash when you were just 2 years old. You had no memories of them; their existence was only preserved in photographs. It was a bittersweet reality – while you missed them, not remembering spared you from the longing. They were renowned neurosurgeons in Busan, meticulously planning every aspect of your life. Even before your mother became pregnant, they were saving money for your college, hoping you'd follow in their footsteps.

Life took a different turn. Your inclination towards medicine was almost nonexistent, and you chose to pursue law, finding fulfillment in the unexpected.

You knew your parents left not only a college fund but also a substantial inheritance for you.

However, your grandma kept it secure, granting access only upon your graduation. Until then, you valued the little things, working to support your apartment because the money she sent was just enough. Working at the college library had become a source of both income and solace for you.

"Why don't you find a third roommate?" Your grandmother asked, stirring the pot slowly.

You sighed. The truth was that indeed seemed like the solution. But you were reluctant. You didn't want that. You loved living just with Jimin and Dog, the white cat you both adopted. The three of you had an established dynamic.

In fact, the dynamic had been in place since you were kids. You and Jimin had been best friends since he started taking theater and dance classes with you at the age of 8.

When you turned 13, on his birthday, you created a goal scrapbook outlining milestones to achieve by the time you graduated college. These goals ranged from basic things like getting a driver's license to having a first kiss and even getting matching tattoos.

Many of the goals were accomplished, some lost their significance, and others were never even close. But the biggest and best dream you both realized was attending the same college and sharing an apartment.

Both of you were pursuing law degrees, juggling part-time jobs. Jimin worked at a café near campus, and everything was going well until the day of his parents' accident.

After hefty medical bills and car repairs, not covered by insurance, Jimin's parents had to dip into his college fund. Now, facing the towering bills for the next semester, you couldn't sustain without finding another person to share the apartment. A prospect that seemed to haunt you.

You: hey, couldn't work my magic on Grandma You: seems like we're destined for a third roommate saga 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😭😭😭😭😭 Jimin 💙: it's cool! I saw it coming Jimin 💙: can we at least find solace in the fact that we'll still be roomies? You: fine…… Jimin 💙: my mom's throwing us a lifeline You: oh God Jimin 💙: hahaha Jimin 💙: she's feeling a bit guilty, though You: no need for that! 🥺 You: how about we draft a list with criteria for potential roommates? 🙏🏻 Jimin 💙: sounds like a plan lol

You and Jimin sat down to create a list of criteria for potential roommates, ensuring that the newest addition would fit seamlessly into your dynamic.

01– Must vibe well with our quirky, laid-back lifestyle.

02– Understands the importance of privacy and respects boundaries.

03– Maintains a decent level of cleanliness and contributes to shared chores.

04– Can handle their share of the rent and bills without drama!

05– Has no issues with Dog. Bonus points if they're a pet lover.

06– Won't mind the occasional study session or late-night laughter.

07– Open and honest communication is key for a harmonious living environment.

☾

"And what about that nursing girl?" Jimin suggested, lounging on the plush rug in his room.

"She's allergic to cats," you grimaced.

"Oh, right," Jimin replied, lowering his voice. "And what about the girl with the colorful hair?"

"Ew," you grimaced again.

"What's the issue with her?" Jimin asked, looking at you.

"I don't know," you shrugged, though you did. "Just didn't feel right."

"I liked her," he said simply, his tone casual, and that was precisely the problem. You picked up on Jimin's interest in her, and well, it bothered you. A lot. Enough to keep you grumpy for the rest of the afternoon. He noticed, of course, but you passed it off as PMS.

"Maybe a bit too much, huh?" you said, a touch bitter, and he chuckled, taking it as a playful jab.

"Any problem?" he raised an eyebrow. Deep down, he enjoyed when you got jealous. But for Jimin, your jealousy had always been that of a friend.

Without responding, you flung the white pillow in his direction, hitting him squarely in the face.

"Hey!" Jimin exclaimed indignantly.

You shot him a mock-innocent look, the corners of your lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Oh, did I disturb your deep contemplation?"

Jimin peeled the pillow off his face, revealing a playful glare. "Disturb? No. Surprise attack? Absolutely." He retaliated by grabbing a nearby cushion and launching it in your direction. It sailed through the air, missing you by a hair's breadth.

"Close, but not close enough, Park Jimin," you taunted, dodging the cushion with a triumphant grin.

Jimin sat up, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You're just lucky I don't retaliate with Dog's chew toys."

You gasped dramatically.

"You wouldn't dare!"

A playful battle ensued, with cushions flying between you and Jimin, laughter echoing through the room.

After the cushion fight settled, you both lay on the rug, catching your breath. Jimin broke the comfortable silence, his tone softening.

"You know, even if we get a third roommate, it won't change our bond, right?"

You looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes resonating with the reassurance you needed.

"I know, Jimin. It's just... change is hard."

He nodded in understanding.

"But some changes bring new adventures, new stories to tell. Who knows, maybe the new roommate will add a surprising twist to our lives."

"You always know how to put a positive spin on things, don't you?"

"It's a gift," he replied with a playful wink. "Alright, how about that guy from Europe?" Jimin resumed the conversation.

"No," you pouted.

"Why not?"

"He claimed he ended things with his ex because she was 'crazy.' That's a major red flag."

"Oh my God..."

"I warned you, Jimin. We're headed for disaster," you lamented, covering your face with the pillow in a dramatic display of despair.

Jimin chuckled at your theatrical reaction.

"Come on, don't lose hope just yet. We haven't met everyone. Maybe the perfect roommate is just around the corner."

You peeked out from behind the pillow, skepticism written all over your face.

"Perfect roommate? Is that even a thing?"

He grinned.

"Maybe not perfect, but someone we can tolerate and who can tolerate us. That's the dream."

"I just hope we find someone who won't disrupt the delicate ecosystem of our apartment."

Jimin laughed, "Delicate ecosystem, huh? You really know how to make ordinary things sound dramatic."

"Well, our living situation is pretty dramatic right now," you retorted with a smirk.

☾

Two days later, you found yourself sprawled on your bed, engrossed in your phone, with Dog comfortably dozing on your legs. Jimin strolled into the room, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Guess what."

"What?" you replied, your attention divided.

"Guess, come on," he persisted, sighing at your apparent lack of curiosity.

You locked your phone screen, casting him a skeptical look. "Did you manage to find us a roommate?" It was, unsurprisingly, the first thought that crossed your mind.

"Bingo!" he exclaimed with contagious enthusiasm.

"What?" you exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. "How? Who?"

"He used to be my grandma's neighbor; I can't remember him," Jimin shrugged. "But my mom suggested him. She said he's studying law, just like us. He adores animals; he even has a dog at home. My mom mentioned that he used to take care of grandma when she was ill and had no company. He'd visit every afternoon to read to her, so he's trustworthy." Jimin's smile widened as he narrated the details. "Besides, he's an excellent cook, which would be a blessing for us, considering my culinary skills are, well, non-existent, and yours..."

"Hey, I can cook pretty well!" you protested, feeling a tad slighted.

"You can't cook," Jimin chuckled.

"Alright, alright, I can't cook," you admitted, folding your arms like a petulant child.

"But back to the main point, Y/N, he seems fantastic. And he needs a place to stay because his previous roommate dropped out of college."

Your interest was thoroughly piqued now. You uncrossed your arms and leaned forward, intrigued by Jimin's enthusiastic description of the potential new roommate.

"Okay, Jimin, you've got my attention," you admitted, a hint of excitement creeping into your voice. "So, what's this guy's name?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin spoke, and suddenly, you felt the air leave your lungs. Your eyes widened as you remembered...

No, it couldn't be. Or could it? Jeon Jungkook? That Jeon Jungkook? No.

"Jeon Jungkook, as in the Jeon Jungkook who took my virginity in sophomore year of high school?" you asked in a daze, looking at Jimin.

"What?" he exclaimed, his mouth agape, as the realization dawned on him. "Oh my God," he whispered.

"Jimin..."

"Fuck, he's on his way already. I mentioned he could come by so we could chat, Y/N," Jimin raked his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Fuck," you echoed, suddenly caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

"Too good to be true," Jimin mumbled, almost as if he was talking to himself rather than to you.

"But..." you attempted to find a silver lining. "Maybe he doesn't even remember. We only met a few times, and it wasn't a big deal. It was just impulsive teenage stuff. It's been years. He's always been decent to me, and..."

The doorbell chimed, breaking the uneasy silence.

"I can't believe this," Jimin muttered, exhaling deeply. "Should we answer?"

You rose from the bed, and Dog, sensing the tension, hurriedly sought shelter underneath.

"Of course, you invited him over!" you retorted, a trace of annoyance in your tone.

"How was I supposed to know it was the same Jeon Jungkook?"

"Well, it's not the most common name, is it?"

"Let's just not answer," Jimin proposed, moving towards the door.

"Hold on, let's be open-minded about this, alright?" you positioned yourself in front of him. "Maybe he doesn't even remember me, and if he turns out to be a decent guy and can help us out, it might be worth it." You tried to view the situation in the most positive light, taking on the role usually played by Jimin. Since he couldn't muster optimism at the moment, you attempted to do it for both of you.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely."

Reluctantly, you and Jimin made your way to the door. Opening it revealed Jeon Jungkook, with a friendly smile. You observed him, you couldn't help but notice the subtle changes from the high school days. His style had evolved, his right arm, previously bare, now boasted with lots of tattoos, partially covered by the sleeve of his shirt. You also noticed the glint of a lip ring—an addition that contrasted with the friendly smile he wore. He was even hotter than you remembered. And he already was way too handsome back in the days.

His hair was dark, and his eyes locked onto you as you revealed yourself from behind the door. His smile slightly faltered, replaced by a curious expression. He remembered you.

Jungkook was a familiar name from your high school days; he attended a school nearby, yet you had never really spoken to him until that night you spent together.

It all happened at a party in someone's house, a night when you had a falling out with Lexi, one of your best friends back then. Today, you couldn't recall the reason for the argument, but to be honest, you didn't need a significant reason to argue with Lexi. All you wanted was to be alone, so you climbed up a treehouse in the backyard. It was March, and the weather outside wasn't ideal, so the focus of the party was mainly indoors. To your surprise, Jungkook also needed some solitude and had the same idea. When you entered the treehouse, there he was.

It was the first real conversation you two had. A deep and meaningful discussion where you remember revealing things you had never spoken aloud, and he did the same. Both of you had been drinking, and you shared a cigarette. Before you knew it, you were making out. Things progressed from there. You didn't want to admit that you had never had sex before, but at some point, he realized it and asked repeatedly if you were sure and if everything was okay. You didn't think it was a big deal and decided to go through with it. It turned out okay, and you never regretted that decision. After that, you only had one proper conversation with him. The other encounters were fleeting and from a distance. But you never really cared about that.

"Hey, Jungkook," Jimin broke the silence, and Jungkook's eyes met his with a warm smile, his hair casually falling over his forehead.

"Hi, Jimin," Jungkook greeted, displaying a friendly demeanor as he stepped inside.

"Come in," Jimin welcomed him, graciously making space for Jungkook to pass between the two of you.

"Hmm, Y/N, right?" Jungkook asked in a somewhat bashful tone, as if hesitant about recognizing you.

"Hello, Jungkook," you greeted him with a smile, offering a casual shrug.

"So..." Jimin began, and Jungkook glanced around, orienting himself in your living room. "Shall we sit?" Your friend gestured to the couch, and Jungkook nodded. The three of you settled onto the sofa – you and Jimin side by side on the larger section, while Jungkook comfortably took the smaller side.

"Jungkook, we're looking for a roommate to share the apartment," you explained, feeling a quickening of your heartbeat. The situation was undeniably peculiar, and you couldn't shake off the nervous anticipation. "We have a spare room, a bit of a mess now, but we're planning to tidy it up for you."

"Yep, that's right. My mom mentioned you're looking for a place to stay, huh?" Jimin locked eyes with him.

"Yeah. My old roommate decided to drop out of college, and I can't afford the place on my own," he shrugged, glancing downward for a moment before looking back at both of you.

You were about to ask a question when a meow interrupted the conversation. It was Dog, gracefully walking with all four paws on the ground, approaching Jungkook. Given Dog's reserved nature, you and Jimin exchanged a quick glance as the cat purred, nuzzling against Jungkook's legs. It was a surprising display of affection.

"Do you like animals, Jungkook?" you asked, and Jimin discreetly nudged you.

"I love them," he smiled, still petting Dog, who was now rubbing against Jungkook's fingers.

"Looks like you've won over Dog," Jimin chuckled, breaking the momentary silence.

"Dog!?" Jungkook exclaimed, looking at both of you with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"That's his name," you said with a playful grin.

"You named a cat Dog!?" Jungkook laughed, finding it rather unusual but endearing.

"Yeah," you shrugged once again. "We initially wanted to adopt a dog, but we fell in love with Dog, and it became an inside joke that stuck."

"Actually, his name would have been Octavius," Jimin grimaced, an expression mirrored by Jungkook.

"Hey, don't diss that name. I found it quite interesting," you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow defensively, and the guys burst into laughter.

"Well, I prefer Dog," Jungkook said, settling back on the sofa as Dog stretched out, curling up on the living room rug.

As the evening progressed, the initial awkwardness that lingered from the unexpected reunion began to fade. The prospect of having Jungkook as a roommate seemed less daunting. Later that afternoon, you all decided that Jungkook would indeed become your new roommate. The atmosphere remained relaxed, and he proved to be a genuinely nice guy – even Dog seemed to have given him the feline seal of approval.

A week later, Jungkook began the process of settling into the room that you and Jimin had meticulously organized and cleaned the previous Sunday. Gradually, he brought in his belongings until, one day, it was official – he had become a full-fledged member of your shared living space. A month had passed since he moved in, and surprisingly, the dynamics had shifted very little.

Jungkook was easygoing, and his college schedule mirrored yours and Jimin's intense workload. His shared gaming sessions with Jimin strengthened their bond quickly. While you occasionally felt like an outsider, you attributed it to the workload that kept you occupied.

Luckily, with an extra pair of hands in the house, chores diminished, and Jungkook's organizational skills and excellent cooking became valuable additions.

One Saturday, you returned home early after a less-than-ideal birthday party. The guys were engrossed in a shooting game on the sofa, both glancing up as you walked in.

"Did you go out wearing that piece of fabric you call a skirt?" Jimin teased, and you rolled your eyes, kicking off your shoes before responding.

"I didn't think it was that short," you defended yourself with a playful smirk.

"I did," Jimin shrugged, pressing buttons on the controller. "I can almost see your butt from here," he said, his eyes fixed on the game.

"Well, then stop looking," you shrugged and walked towards them. Jungkook glanced at you briefly before refocusing on the game.

"Well, it's hard. It's a pink mini skirt," Jimin teased as you approached the sofa to sit beside him.

"That was so sexist, Jimin," you said, placing a hand over your heart, feigning offense.

"Nope! I was just saying, Y/N that pink is an attention-grabbing color," Jimin responds, still focused on the game.

"Yeah, yeah, Fashion Police Jimin reporting for duty," you retorted, grabbing a nearby cushion and playfully smacking him with it. "Do you two have nothing better to do than comment on my skirt?" you cross your arms, feigning indignation, while Jungkook finally looks away from the game to smile.

"Well, we do. But commenting on your skirt is more fun," Jimin says with a mischievous smile.

"You guys are insufferable," you laugh, giving Jimin a light tap on the shoulder.

"How was the party?" Jungkook changes the subject, eyes still locked on the TV screen.

"Ah, it was..." you lifted your eyes, trying to think of an appropriate word. "Okay?" you replied, not entirely sure.

"Okay?" Jungkook chuckled.

"Yeah, just okay. Not every party is a wild adventure," you say with a shrug, settling into the conversation.

"I can't remember the last time I went to a party," Jungkook admits, his attention now fully on the conversation.

"Maybe we should throw a party, the three of us, to, I don't know, strengthen the bond," Jimin suggested.

"That actually sounds like a fun idea," you respond, a spark of excitement in your eyes.

Jungkook, considering the proposal, finally breaks into a grin. "I'm up for it."

The boys focus their attention on the game, and you decide to rest your head on Jimin's shoulders, paying attention to the game. You didn't understand a thing, but it was nice to see them playing. As time passes, your eyes keep getting heavy, and before you even notice, you fall asleep. The soft sounds of the game and the occasional laughter of Jimin and Jungkook create a soothing atmosphere, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

Jimin notices your peaceful sleep and decides to let you rest. As the game progresses, he eventually realizes it's getting late, and you need to move to your bedroom.

He gently nudges you, whispering, "Hey, Y/N, time to wake up. Let's get you to your room."

You groggily open your eyes, feeling disoriented for a moment before realizing where you are.

"Oh, right," you mumble, sitting up slowly.

Jimin chuckles, offering you a hand to stand.

"Looks like you were really into our gaming session."

"Guess so," you reply with a yawn, rubbing your eyes.

As you stand up, you can't help but complain, "Ugh, I need to take off my makeup."

Jimin laughs, "Come on, I'll walk you to your room. You can deal with your makeup in the morning."

"I can't," you whine, and Jungkook chuckles softly. "What's up, Jungkook?"

"Nothing," he replies with a playful smile, and Jimin puts his arm around your shoulder.

"Then go and take off your makeup, Y/N," Jimin says, his voice gentle, and you take slow steps to your room. You're the only one with a suite, and the hallway bathroom is Jimin's, now shared with Jungkook.

Entering your bathroom, you remove your makeup, comb your hair, and go through your bedtime routine. After changing into comfortable pajamas – loose pants and an oversized shirt – you step out of your room to find Jimin waiting, seated on your bed. You sigh, sitting beside him.

"Did you genuinely think the skirt was too short?" you pout, and he laughs.

"No, sweetie. Just wanted to tease you," Jimin nudges you.

"Well, you succeeded in annoying me, sweetie," you playfully respond, using the nickname that's been an inside joke since high school. Jimin briefly dated a girl who called him that constantly, and to annoy him, you started using the same nickname. Once again, it stuck.

"Now, get some rest," he says, adjusting your blankets, and you lie down.

"Jimin..." you whisper, "Jungkook is nice, isn't he? It's nice having him around."

"Yeah, Y/N, he is. I think it's good having him here," Jimin replies, running a hand through your hair gently. "He's a great roommate."

Jimin leans in and places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day."

When you woke up the next day, you noticed an unusual hustle and bustle in the apartment. Making your way to the living room, you were surprised by the noise emanating from the boys' bathroom, where you found Jungkook standing in the bathtub. The bathroom was wet, leading you to lean against the door frame with a raised eyebrow.

"What's going on here?" you inquired, and Jungkook looked at you, visibly startled.

"Y/N, you startled me," he murmured. "I was attempting to fix the shower; it was either too hot or too cold, the middle ground wasn't working," he shrugged.

"Did you manage to fix it?" you chuckled.

"I did, but," Jungkook grimaced, glancing at the mess he'd created. "I think I might be a bit messy."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"A bit?" you teased, and he gave you a sheepish smile.

"Well..." Jungkook playfully poke the inside of his cheek.

"Tell Jimin to help you clean up," you suggested. "By the way, where is he?"

"He went to a friend's place, said he doesn't know when he'll be back," Jungkook replied, leaning and fiddling with the bathtub controls.

"This bathtub has been here since we moved in, and it has never worked," you remarked. As you spoke, Jungkook adjusted something, miraculously causing the tub to start filling, and he looked at you with a satisfied smirk. "Okay, never mind what I said," you admitted defeat. "But wait, how did you do that?"

"Um, I guess I just have a knack for these things," Jungkook grinned, pride evident in his expression. "Don't worry; I'll clean up this mess."

You watched as he continued adjusting the bathtub controls with a newfound fascination for a device that had long been considered non-functional.

"Voilà!" he announced, spreading his arms as if presenting a masterpiece.

You couldn't help but be impressed.

"Alright, you might have some hidden talents," you admitted, and Jungkook chuckled.

"Thanks. Now, about the mess," he gestured towards the wet bathroom.

"I'll help you clean it up," you offered, grabbing a couple of towels to mop the floor.

Jungkook shook his head positively and you handed him a towel. He got out of the bathtub, wetting the floor even more, giving a slight slip on the floor.

“Careful” you said, looking at him reprimandingly and he laughed, taking another slip. "Jungkook!"

He held on to the wall and stood up, laughing and you ended up laughing along with him and slapping him on the back.

“I’m going to kill you” you looked at him with an irritation that lasted seconds because Jungkook was smiling in a way that made it impossible to be mad at him.

"Give me this" he took the squeegee and started wiping the bathroom with you. The room was small, so you quickly finished.

"Did you empty the bathtub?" you asked before getting out of the tub.

"Nope" he said and the two of you went to the bathtub and he leaned over to reach the drain and finally empty it. When Jungkook took his hand out of the water, he purposely splashed a few drops towards you, catching you completely off guard. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth.

"How dare you?" You placed both hands on his chest and pushed him. He laughed. "If you wet this bathroom again, Jungkook, I swear..."

Jungkook held your wrists and straightened his body, taking a step towards you, causing you to take a step back and your back ending up colliding against the wall.

"You swear what?" He asked in a low tone and you instinctively looked at his mouth, he smiled nastily and got even closer. Your breath hitched, you swallowed hard and pushed his hands away.

“I-I…” you stutter. “Oh, Jungkook, seriously.”

You take a step to free yourself from his body. Jungkook doesn't block you, but when his hand grabs your waist, you give up on moving away. Jungkook places his face just a few inches from you and you close your eyes, feeling your noses touch and his mouth reach yours.

His lips were soft and he slid across yours slowly, without rushing. To be honest, you didn't remember his kiss at all, but you knew it felt good. Your hand reached the back of Jungkook's head and his body was pressed against yours. You glide your lips over his, without rushing, your tongue touched and you gasped in the middle of the kiss, feeling his body pressing you even more against the wall.

“Jungkook…” you whispered as both of his hands reached the skin of your waist, underneath your shirt. His fingers pressed against your skin and his lips moved towards your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more space to kiss your skin. Your hips and his were glued together and your fingers intertwined in Jungkook's strands of hair. His every touch seemed to electrify every atom of your skin.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Y/N,” he said muffledly, his mouth on the crook of your neck. You gasp in response, forcing your hips against his.

When Jungkook's warm tongue touched your skin, your body shivered and you couldn't help but let out a moan of approval, which made him smile.

You couldn't deny how hot he was and the fact that you had often wondered what it would be like to kiss him again.

Jungkook's hands, underneath your clothes, reach your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, which made Jungkook laugh, as his fingers squeezed your tits tightly.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, feeling Jungkook’s growing bulge through the thin fabric of the baggy pants he was wearing.

"Do you like it?" he is looking at you with his pink lips parted and his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipples.

“U-uhm,” you respond, biting hard on your bottom lip.

Over his pants, you take your left hand to Jungkook's cock, squeezing it and making him moan softly. The palm of your hand rubbed against his dick, creating friction.

"Y/N..." Jungkook groaned, suffering. "I don't have a condom here"

Fuck.

You sighed in frustration, pulling your hand away from him.

"Fuck, Jungkook” you whimpered.

“Doesn’t Jimin have any?”

Fuck.

Jimin.

You thought about him. You thought about whether he should have a condom and you got angry, jealous. You were furious at the thought and the fact that Jungkook didn’t have a condom. And because he made you think of Jimin. You were furious about everything. And angry at yourself for being so horny that you would let Jungkook eat you raw.

You looked at Jungkook, who was looking at you with a look full of lust. You ran your tongue between your lips.

“I can suck your dick,” you say, hooking your hands into Jungkook’s pants, pulling them away from his skin and looking inside, seeing his cock inside his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. “You’re so hard, Jungkook” you felt your pussy clenching around nothing, your panties were wet for sure.

You look at him, he had a frown and a pained expression. He holds you tight, and in one agile movement, he switches you places. You smile and kneel down, watching him look down. You lift his shirt, revealing Jungkook's muscular belly and you run your tongue slowly, sucking his skin along the way, leaving a light mark on him, which makes Jungkook gasp.

You pull his pants down, taking them off in a hurry and you put the strands of my hair back and kiss the inner part of Jungkook's thigh, holding the base of his dick and you run your tongue over your lips again, the leaving them visibly wet, without taking their eyes off Jungkook for any moment. You start to lick the entire length of his dick for a long time, from bottom to top, dragging your tongue and moving it away a little just to smile at him between one lick and another.

"Fuck" he groans as he feels you suck the head of his cock, making him hold onto the strands of your hair, forcing your head against his cock, just a little more. Your smile widens and you suck it with pressure.

“You taste so good, Koo” you stick your tongue out and flick the head of his cock against your tongue, before wrapping your lips around it and starting to suck all of his dick. Jungkook bites his lower lip and moans softly and you gradually make him enter your mouth.

You slid your hands down to his balls and blinked your eyes slowly, making Jungkook's entire cock on your mouth even more. You cough and tear up as he pressed it down your throat. You looked at him, with his head thrown back, marking his jaw, while you sucked him. Jungkook made a few thrusts with his hips against your mouth, making your gag reflex even more present and a devilish smile took over his lips and he pushed even deeper into your mouth.

You didn't leave him in charge for long, you moved your mouth away, and held the base of his dick once again, making spiral movements with your hands clenched into fists. Jungkook looked at you, moaning your name and you smiled, feeling his dick all wet with your drool and the head shining with pre-cum, which you soon ran your tongue over and felt it salty taste in your mouth.

Jungkook looked at you in pleading.

"Suck my balls, Y/N, please" he asked and you laughed softly, running your tongue from the tip of his dick to the division between Jungkook's balls, then sucking it while you jerked off him. The sight of Jungkook going crazy was perfection, his hand was flat on the wall, as if he was going to lose his balance at any moment and his dick was twitching in his fingers. You increased the pace as you masturbated him and he moaned loudly, relieving himself for a long time in your hand.

You pulled his mouth away, feeling his cum dripping down your fingers and onto Jungkook's cock, who was breathing heavily with his body relaxed against the wall. You smiled satisfied, standing up. He looked at you and you ran your tongue between your own fingers, tasting him. Jungkook chuckled and shook his head before you could head to the sink and wash your hands.

Before you finished, Jungkook was already behind you, making you laugh and stare at his reflection in the mirror. He put your hair aside and started kissing the back of your neck, with his hips pressed against your ass and his hands moving down your waist to your hips. You tilted your head back, sighing at his warm mouth on your skin. Blindly, you turn off the tap in the sink and feel Jungkook's hands enter your pants and his fingertips slide through the thin fabric of your panties. But, just when Jungkook was putting his fingers inside,, you both heard the front door opening. In a swift move, you retreat, casting a desperate glance at Jungkook, and whisper, "He can't find out."

"Got it," Jungkook agrees in a low tone. You adjust your pants hastily, leaving the bathroom, feeling your cheeks burn and your heart still pounding.

"Hey," Jimin greets you with a broad smile.

"Where were you?" you inquire, attempting to conceal and push aside everything that unfolded just moments ago.

"Jin needed a hand fixing his car; it broke down," Jimin shrugs, strolling towards the kitchen, and you follow suit.

"Hmm, got it," you say, leaning casually against the kitchen counter as Jimin grabs some fresh fruits from the fridge and settles at the table.

Jungkook enters the kitchen with a nonchalant air, his hair slightly tousled. He glances at you briefly, then shifts his attention to Jimin.

"Feeling hungry, Jimin? Should I whip up something for you?" Jungkook offers, displaying his willingness to help.

"No, no need, Jungkook. I can manage," Jimin responds with a smile. "Y/N, do you want anything?"

You shake your head, "No, I'm good."

Jimin glances at you, "You sure? You seem a bit... off."

"Just tired," you quickly brush it off, avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.

"So I fixed the shower, and the bathtub is working," Jungkook says with a victorious smile.

"Wait, what? How?" Jimin exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement.

"I don't know, I just pressed a few buttons," Jungkook replied, casually shrugging and letting out a chuckle.

"Man, I'm seriously impressed." Jimin stood up, leaving his fruits on the plate, and headed to the bathroom. Jungkook laughed and followed him.

You follow Jimin and Jungkook to the bathroom, curious about their reactions. Jimin tests the water, adjusting the temperature, and then turns on the shower.

"Holy... it's actually working!" Jimin exclaims, genuinely surprised.

"See? I told you I've got some skills," Jungkook grins, clearly pleased with himself.

You join in their excitement, realizing that having a working bathtub is indeed a small victory. Jimin turns to Jungkook with a playful grin.

"Alright, handyman, you just earned yourself a round of video games tonight."

Jungkook smirks, "You're on, Jimin."

The guys had spent the day playing video games, and you'd joined them for a while before heading back to your room with Dog. It was a lazy Sunday, and you weren't in the mood to do much. From time to time, you'd make brief appearances in the living room, spending time with them, and then retreating to your room.

Having just taken a shower and completed your nighttime skincare routine, which was your sacred moment, you settled on your bed with your Kindle to read a book. That's when Jimin walked into your room. He was wearing the white pajamas that had miraculously survived since high school, and he greeted you with a crooked smile while adjusting his hair.

"Hey," he said softly, walking towards your bed. "How about an episode of The Office?" He grinned, his eyes sparkling. Watching The Office was a cherished ritual for both of you, and the one time you'd watched an episode alone, Jimin sulked for the rest of the day.

"Sure, why not?" you replied with a smile, putting your Kindle aside. Jimin jumped onto your bed, making Dog shift a bit to make room for him. The three of you huddled up, creating a cozy atmosphere.

As the episode started, you couldn't help but appreciate these simple moments, just hanging out with Jimin and Dog. Laughter filled the room, and it felt like a warm bubble of comfort. You stole glances at Jimin, his infectious laughter making your heart lighter. Jimin occasionally mimicked the characters, making you burst into laughter.

Once the episode ended, Jimin stretched, and you noticed Dog lazily blinking at you. "Well, that was fun," Jimin said, yawning a little. "Anything else you want to do, or is it bedtime?"

"Jimin, tomorrow is Monday. We don't really have choice between bad time or anything else."

Jimin chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"Fair point. Well, I guess bedtime it is then."

"Jimin..." you said, sounding a bit whiny. You knew this tone of voice could convince Jimin to do anything you wanted. He was well aware of it, so he looked at you with a little laugh.

"What's on your mind?"

"Could you, um, stay here a bit longer until I fall asleep?" you requested, putting on your best puppy eyes. "I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow's class, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. I always sleep better with you around." You blinked a few times, and he grinned, nodding.

"I'll stick around," he agreed, adjusting himself. He then gave Dog, who seemed to be half-asleep already, a gentle pat. "Hey, buddy, taking up all the space," Jimin teased, earning a content purr from Dog.

Jimin settled in beside you, and you could feel the warmth emanating from his presence. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow from the lamp on your bedside table. Dog had found a cozy spot, curled up at the foot of the bed.

As you lay there, Jimin started humming a soft tune. It was a melody you recognized; he always hummed it when he wanted to create a calm atmosphere.

Jimin and you lay down, facing each other. A shared sigh echoed in the quiet room. His fingertips traced a delicate path along your cheek, up to your forehead, mapping your features with a soothing hum accompanying the gentle touch. As you glanced at his lips and then into his eyes, it felt like he could decipher the very essence of your soul.

However, a sudden wave of guilt washed over you, not for what transpired with Jungkook earlier – not exactly what happened, but for keeping it from Jimin. You were aware he wouldn't be pleased, anticipating the potential awkwardness it might bring to the atmosphere.

As Jimin's fingers continued their soothing motions on your face, you mustered the courage to break the silence. "Jimin, there's something I need to tell you."

to be continued...