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Euphoria [9]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / gore / fluff)

Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 4.6k

tw: voyeurism, jk is a real pervert lol

Chapter 9 ‘Owned’

Blinking, suddenly alert, you feel a wet nose press curiously against your cheek. Instantly, you jolt upright and nearly topple over from the weight of the blankets wrapped awkwardly around your body. Bam pokes his head out, curiously, tongue hanging lazily out of his mouth, and he hops from side to side, trying to take a better look at you.

“Bam, stop,” Jungkook’s voice comes from across the room. Immediately, the blood in your veins is frozen in fear. He really was never going to leave you alone. “She’s resting.”

You sit up, making space for Bam to nestle himself in your lap. The dog is much larger up close, and he tosses his long, powerful legs over your shoulder, taking your open arms as a green light for slobber-time. He licks all over your face and exposed neck, excitedly, sniffing you all over, pressing his wet snout against you with enough force to knock you over.

“You’re a big boy,” you murmur, sleepily, patting his head, echoing Jimin’s gestures from the night before.

Jungkook is stood, already fully-dressed, hovering awkwardly over the two of you, watching with something akin to hope blossoming in his eyes. He tries to taper it down, tries to stomp on it, to extinguish it before you see it - before you can get angry at him for wishing for something he knows he shouldn’t be too eager for. But, he’s looking at you and seeing the smile in your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal began and it makes him feel… alive.

“Come here, boy,” Jungkook commands, patting his thighs and the dog’s attention immediately snaps from you to the other boy. Bam climbs off of you and pads over to his owner, circling his legs twice before sitting nicely at the man’s right-side, like a soldier. Jungkook sits down on his ass, pulling his knees up to his chest, and observes you, silently.

“Did you sleep okay?”

You stay quiet, monitoring the man just as intently as he was doing to you.

Jungkook looks like shit. He has bags under his red-rimmed eyes and his hair is a puffy mess, as if he spent time running his hands through it. His lips are bitten and red, and they even seem a little swollen when he angles his head a certain way. The tip of his softly-rounded nose is tinged red and he just looked… shitty.

You say as much, without thinking.

He coughs out a wet laugh, looking away. “Good to know you don’t pull any punches even in the morning.”

“I’m just saying,” you grumble, looking at your feet. “Did you not sleep or something?”

Jungkook looks sheepish when he replies. “I couldn’t. I was… anxious.”

“About me?”

He nods. “Not your fault though. It’s… totally a ‘me’ thing.”

“You didn’t sleep at all?”

He shakes his head. “The floor isn’t really that comfortable either.”

“You have a bed.”

“I left the bed for you,” he replies. “Not that you needed it. You looked comfortable on the floor.”

“I’m used to sleeping in less-than-preferable conditions,” you retort, glibly. He gets this curious look in his eye, like he’s greedy to learn more about your shitty childhood and- no. That wasn’t happening. You abruptly say, “I’m going to clean up.”

He nods, getting to his feet and awkwardly hanging out by the door. “Do you want me to-”

“Get the fuck out,” you reply without looking back in his direction. You grab a hand towel and slam the door closed, loud enough for him to hear. You hear the door softly close once he ushers Bam out into the hallway, but what you don’t see is his fist-pump of excitement once he was outside.

“We had a conversation,” he say, grabbing Taehyung’s shoulders and shaking him excitedly. Taehyung nearly drops his bowl of spicy ramen and he grumbles under his breath as he has to adjust his t-shirt (the one Jungkook had to practically beg him to wear considering the three men didn’t enjoy wearing shorts around the house, let alone shirts, but he couldn’t have you seeing his brother’s heavily-inked flesh so openly. What happens if that is more your type? He has tattoos too, but he isn’t as covered yet. He doesn’t think he would be able to stomach seeing your ogle another man so openly in front of him without sending his fist through a glass window) once he was released.

Bam, happily, walks beside his owner before spotting Jimin curled up in the couch and rushes to make himself comfortable, stealing the seat that Taehyung had been eyeing for himself, much to the guitarist’s annoyance.

“Fucking stupid dog.”

Jimin gasps and covers Bam’s ears. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!”

Taehyung rolls his eyes but apologizes quietly to the dog and sits on the other side. It isn’t as close to Jimin as he wants to be but it’ll have to do.

“Hyung, we had a conversation and she didn’t yell at me,” Jungkook says, gleefully.

Jimin quirks a brow. “She yelled a little, didn’t she?”

Jungkook deflates slightly. “Only a little. Maybe she’s not as mad anymore, after sleeping on things?”

Jimin and Taehyung both give the younger man a disbelieving look. Taehyung snorts into his food and remarks, “I wouldn’t have my hopes too high for that.”

Jungkook frowns. “She’s still mad?”

“Definitely,” the pair chorus.

Jimin continues, “She’s going to be mad for a long time. This isn’t a one-night fixer-upper, Kookie.”

“I just don’t want her to be angry anymore,” he responds, pitifully. “It makes my heart hurt.”

Taehyung glanced at Jimin and feels his guilt blossom. He understands what it feels like to love someone so much that it stops making sense - it starts feeling like dying would be better than not being with that person. That not seeing them smile would be like never having another breath of fresh again again for the rest of your life. That trying to stitch your world back together again without them would fundamentally be impossible because the largest piece would always be missing.

Yeah, he understands just how insane love could make you feel.

“Just give her time,” Taehyung says, sagely, moving his eyes from his love’s face to the cartoon playing out on the TV. “She’ll come around. You’re too cute for her to ignore.”

“Hyung…”

“Besides, one rejection isn’t enough to knock your big ass off your feet,” Taehyung finishes. “Like I told you before. Make her need you.”

Jimin can’t ignore the foreboding feeling settling in his gut, but as he looks into his little brother’s eyes, his mouth feels stiff as lead. All he can bring himself to do is smile, a little heavy but it was bordering on real and he was wishing for the best.

“I want to make her breakfast,” Jungkook says, suddenly perking up. “Would that be too much? It’s too much, right? Oh, but I make really good pancakes, don’t I, hyung? I should make them for her, right?”

Taehyung exhales softly and nods. “Sure, bud. Go ahead. I’m sure she’ll love them.”

Jungkook beams and merrily clambers to his feet, disappearing into the kitchen.

“You tell that miserable bitch that she better eat every scrap on that plate or I’ll toss her headfirst off the balcony, Jungkook’s feelings be damned,” Taehyung says, quietly, pushing another spoonful of ramen into his mouth.

Jimin snorts.

“I’m so serious, baby,” he says, glaring at his love’s amused expression. “Talk to her or I will.”

“You’re so scary,” Jimin teases, squeezing Taehyung’s puffy cheeks. “I’ll go give our guest a warning.”

Jimin moves to his feet and Taehyung can’t help but smack his ass as he walks by. The pink-haired man glares over his shoulder, flipping him off. Taehyung just wants to toss him over his shoulder and take him back to their room and press him into the mattress until he’s crying for him all over again.

Jungkook patters around the kitchen for a while, the smell of maple syrup and almond milk pouring from the cracked open door, and Jimin tosses a warm look back, hoping against hope that YN wouldn’t piss on the small bud of happiness that was growing in their dumb bunny.

He knocks, because even though he has the grace and tact of a tavern-owner, he still didn’t like walking in on nude girls. Especially ones who had the penchant for smacking fire out of him when they are pissed off.

“YN…”

The door cracks open and you don’t poke your head out, he takes that as permission to enter the room. He pads inside to see you bent over the edge of the bed but facing away from him, and a pair of Jungkook’s boxers covering your shapely ass from his eyes.

Jimin whistles, low and flirtatiously, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth, “I might prefer men but don’t tempt me.”

He’s too used to flirting with clients to get them into the bedroom. He subconsciously started treating you like you were a mark who only knew him as ‘Jay’, elusive and sultry slut who spreads his thighs and puts on a ‘good show’, and not someone who actually knows the him behind the curtain.

You look over your shoulder as you pull the bedsheets you had used to wrap yourself up last night over the bed, cleaning up the space around you and roll your eyes. “Cut the crap. What do you want?”

“Kookie is making breakfast,” he says, quietly. “I’m here to warn you. Be nice.”

“I am nice,” you retort, lip curling.

“Be nicer,” he suggests. “Otherwise Tae isn’t going to be happy.”

“How your boyfriend feels is none of my concern,” you respond, sarcastically. You had thought about showering early, just to spend some time alone with your thoughts, but decided against it. You’d break up your day by showering later, giving you the illusion of privacy and some space to clear your head once it eventually got too crowded with them.

“Not my boyfriend,” he corrects. “And it will be your issue if he gets angry.”

“Oh, really? What’ll happen? He’ll hit me? Please, I can take a beating,” you answer. “And I can give one too. Seeing as how you are passing messages, let him know that.”

Jimin exhales, heavily. “Both of you are so childish.”

“He started it,” you fuss. “I’ll be nice.” Then at Jimin’s pointed expression, you correct, “Nicer.”

“Good,” he replies, seemingly content. “Hurry up and put on some pants. I’m starving.”

Jimin leads you back into the living room and you commandeer your spot in the armchair overlooking the gloomy compound, enviously watching the families enjoying the dull morning weather.

Bam notices you walk in immediately and pads over to your side for head rubs and cuddles. The huge dog can’t fit all in your lap but that doesn’t stop him from trying, tossing his heavy head over your shoulder and kicking his long legs around your middle, curling around you.

“Alright, alright,” you murmur, letting him get comfortable and continue rubbing his back and scratching behind his ears.

The room smells delectable, all sugary and homely, and you relax into it, listening to Jungkook walk around the kitchen and sing to himself.

He has a nice voice.

After a little while, Jungkook comes out, having pulled off his hoodie when he started frying the pancakes, showing off his muscular, tattooed arms. His hair is pushed back with a headband and with his forehead exposed, you can see his eyebrow piercing better. His hair is cut neatly at the sides too. His jawline is strong, but his cheeks puff out a little as he whispers to himself, double and triple checking the food on the plate. His shoulders are wide but his waist is trim and thin, and you can tell he works out - a lot.

Jungkook looks so fucking good, you almost forget for a moment that he has you captive, held against your will.

The thought crashes into you like a truck on a highway and you avert your eyes to the ceiling. Not fast enough, however, as Taehyung watches you ogle their dumb bunny with a smirk on his handsome face. Of course you were attracted to Kookie, who wouldn’t be?

“YN, I got the syrup you like,” the man in question says, casually. Jungkook grins at you, bright and adorable, eyes crinkling, waiting for praise.

You feel the other two men’s eyes flick to you, one cautious and the other vicious, and you bite down the urge to yell some kind of defensive obscenity.

Instead, you exhale and reply, “Thanks.”

Jungkook freezes, eyes widening, before the smile returns even brighter than before.

If he had a tail, it would be wagging wildly.

Taehyung relaxes, marginally, and Jimin gives you a private smile - a grateful smile. It was all repulsive.

Jungkook asks, “Do you want to sit at the table or in front of the TV?”

“Here is fine,” you reply, tightly. Bam shifts at the sound of his owner’s voice and hops off your lap. You are surprised at just how heavy the ball of energy is - you suppose he is just like his dad, big and excitable.

Jungkook nods and hands you a plate of pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs. “Careful, it’s kind of hot.” You take the plate and rest it on your stomach. The food looks delectable, just as you had presumed, but something in you gives you pause. Jungkook continues, gently, “I didn’t know if you wanted bacon or not so I did some on the side.”

He glances at the space in front of you on the floor and hovers, awkwardly, juggling his plate and the condiments.

“Do you want to… sit here?”

He looks up into your eyes, surprised over being caught, before his cheeks burn. “N-No… I mean, yes. I do. But- Not if you don’t like it.”

After catching Jimin’s hard look, you exhale heavily and shift your feet a little so they wouldn’t be in his face. “It’s your house. Sit where you like.”

Jungkook instantly sits on the floor, crossing his legs and resting his back against the leg of the armchair.

Some quiet moments pass between the two of you before he whispers, softly, “Thank you so much.”

He doesn’t expect you to hear him, he says it so quietly, but you do, and it makes your appetite disappear.

Jungkook is rocking happily from side to side as he eats, full mouthfuls of syrup, fluffy pancake and crispy bacon. He offers to eat the rest of your plate once he realizes you won’t - can’t - finish your breakfast, not wanting any to go to waste.

You pile the three-quarters of eggs and half a pancake onto his plate, and his eyes glow in happiness as he eats. Subconsciously, he touches you - his hand grazes your ankle as he shuffles around, his shoulder brushes against the inside of your calf. He doesn’t show too much emotion of his face, not that you would recognize it, but he barely stops his eyes from rolling into the back of his head when you do it back.

The feeling of your toes against his side, even for that nano-second, was enough to have him stiff in his sweats. He adjusts himself as inconspicuously as he can, but Jimin’s giggles give him away. It’s good that YN doesn’t know them that well yet, but he glares nonetheless, at his hyperactive brother.

Stop fucking laughing, he says with his eyes, glaring. Please!

Time passes with Jimin and Taehyung wrapped around each other in a way that Jungkook envies so deeply. Jimin rakes his nails against Taehyung’s scalp, back and forth in a soothing manner that calms the moody guitarist. Jungkook yearns for the sensation of your delicate fingers against his back, the tips of your nails against his spine, drawing intelligible shapes on his skin. Sheer ecstasy blossoms behind his eyes and his breathing gets heavy.

The tip of his dick is unbearably sensitive, having spent half of the night stripping his cock raw as the thoughts he had of you became more and more depraved. You, being in his room, filling the space with your presence, overwhelmed him periodically and he had to disappear into the bathroom to calm himself down. He thought it would help, removing the visual stimuli, but after practically tasting you in the air, he was only reminded that you had been in there, naked, and touching yourself… It was too much for him to resist.

He was a weak man, you can’t blame him for that.

His phone burns in his pocket as the video of you from this morning sleepily padding around the bathroom begs him to watch. The thought had come to him spontaneously last night, and he had done it before even really thinking it through, but what an idea it had been. The small camera he had installed in the bathroom while you slept soundlessly just meant he could see you / raw and unfiltered - whenever he wanted.

It was a win-win situation. He wouldn’t bother you when he yearned for you, and you wouldn’t have to know about it. It would be his first and only secret from you. Everything else, he would happily strip bare for your eyes, but this… this was his. At least for now.

He wouldn’t watch too much, he didn’t want to run the risk of overwhelming himself - he didn’t want to become too sick with obsession that he would act too quickly, too rashly, with his need to have you writhing underneath him that he would scare you off.

But, in that moment, the smell of you in the small room became overwhelming, the dirty towel that you had used damp in the basket in the corner of his room - he couldn’t stop himself. He was pulling his shorts down and fondling himself within seconds. Each time he orgasmed, it felt like he was being sucked through a straw - he felt fiery licks of pleasure from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet and he leaked all over the floor and used the towel he had been sniffing to clean up his mess.

For now, he had to play the role - he had to somehow worm his way onto your good side, and to do that, he had to seem unbearably pathetic.

“Are you sure, YN? You hardly ate anything,” he mumbles, brow furrowing as he trails behind you as you both walk back to his room. “Didn’t it taste good? I didn’t make it how you like? I can try it again tomorrow, if you’ll let me, okay? Please don’t be mad.”

You roll your eyes, hidden from his field of vision and push open the door. “I’m not angry.”

Bam rushes inside first, jumping straight onto the bed and making a comfy space for himself to lay down and rest. Jungkook says, “But you didn’t eat.”

“I just wasn’t hungry,” you reply, simply.

Jungkook stands in front of you, forcing you to look up into his face when he refuses to move even when you try to step around him. You snap, patience wearing painfully thin, “What?”

“I’ll do better next time,” he promises, earnestly. “Just don’t shut me out again, please.”

You take a calming breath, the urge to grip his collar and shake him until he wakes up out of his delusion almost overtaking you. “I just wasn’t hungry. Really. Do you think if I were mad I wouldn’t tell you? I haven’t made it a habit to pull any punches with you guys yet, have I?”

Jungkook’s lips pull up briefly, a bitter twist to his mouth, before it disappears and he nods. “I trust you.”

You take a step back out of his compelling aura and move to the corner of the room, taking a seat. Jungkook trails behind you, sitting far enough away from you to give you the illusion of space but close enough to still observe you.

“Don’t you have something to do?”

He glances up, as if surprised you are instigating conversation with him, and truthfully, you are shocked yourself. You didn’t have any other means of keeping yourself entertained, considering he still hadn’t returned your phone and you couldn’t access his computer without him seeing. He shakes his head.

“I just- I’m good here,” he says, clearly holding some things back. “Do you… Do you want me to go?”

You can almost see his ears drop in dismay, so you give him an inch of rope. “No. It’s fine. I just- It’s a bit boring.”

“You’re bored?” He seems to be kicking himself for not realizing sooner. He scrambles to his knees and suggests, “I can- Uh, we can do stuff. In the living room. We have a bunch of games.. video games. I never- Oh, I never asked.”

“I like video games,” you respond, quietly.

His chest seems to raise with the new information and his cheeks turn rosy. “Shall we go and play? I’m not too bad at it.”

“Maybe another time,” you concede. “I’m tired now.”

He nods. “Do you- Uhm, you could take the bed.”

You pin him with a hard look, glancing between his innocent face and the inviting bed that Bam is already strewn across. “You… You don’t mind?”

He shakes his head. “It’s your room.”

Annoyance flares up in your once more. It isn’t your room, this isn’t your home. But he seems so soft in that moment that you worry a single word from you would turn him into a mess of tears, and while you don’t really care if he’s sad, you wonder how much hell you would catch from Taehyung for doing it to him.

Part of you wants to test it, to see if the other man is really as much of a threat as he postulates. But no, you’re too out of your comfort zone to willingly ask for such trouble, as tempting as it might be.

You have no weapons, only wit and that wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

“Whatever,” you respond. “I want to shower.”

“Fine,” he replies, hopping to his feet and shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’ll wait outside.”

You don’t respond, pushing past him careful to not touch his skin, and you miss the way his eyes close as he can’t help but sniff the air as you pass by.

He has already composed himself by the time you look back at him, hands deep in his pockets, bulking up his groin area so his bulge isn’t too obvious to the eye.

He fails, egregiously.

You slam the door closed behind you, cheeks burning as his not-so-innocent face replays before your eyes again and again until you have to shove your fingers in your sockets to black out the image.

Jungkook, on the other hand, disappears into the guest bathroom and locks the door behind him, tugging his boxers down to his thighs and palming his growing length in his palm as he bites down on the bottom of his shirt to keep it out of the way. He is in front of the mirror, watching himself fondle his cock as you strip down in the bathroom, unaware of his all-seeing eye above you. You have your back to the camera, shucking off his sweater and folding it nicely on the sink. You’re so neat and clean, he thinks as his lips pull up in a tight smile. What he wouldn’t give to see the line of your neck so unobstructed in real life.

You slide his sweats down your thighs and they pool at the bottom of your legs, followed by his boxers. He lets out a hiss as more pre-come drips down his length, getting trapped in his fingers, turning his skin sticky and slick. He closes his eyes, imagining the scent of your hair. He can’t help but groan loudly, the sound of slick skin-on-skin and the jingle of his belt buckle adding to the symphony of his masturbation. Jungkook’s breathing becomes labored and sweat sticks to his temple.

How much longer, huh? How much fucking longer does he have to wait to have you? Can’t you see how pathetic he is for you already? How much further does he have to fall for you to believe he needs you, he craves you? How much deeper does your poison have to penetrate before you give into him?

You are showering behind the opaque curtain, but the light above highlights your beautiful silhouette as you lather your body with the scents he chose on a whim weeks ago. He damns himself for not picking something softer, more delicate, for you. You’d like that more, wouldn’t you? A gentler scent? Something floral or fruity? Something sweeter than the heavy notes of musk and ginger that he got used to.

Shit, he thinks. He’ll have to go shopping soon. You probably hate it.

His breathing perks up more once the shower is cut off, Jungkook having forced himself from splitting apart at the seams more than once when his fantasies of you became a little too much for him to handle. He feels it, ripping at his insides. His balls are heavy and tight, his toes clenched around nothing and his face is so red, he wonders how he is keeping himself upright. The steam has filled the room and it’s too overwhelming. Everything is overwhelming him.

Your soaked arm pokes out from behind the curtain and you grab the towel. He barely gets a peek of the slightly darker shade of your areola before he is crying out and shooting all over himself and the floor. Jungkook is breathing so heavily, he has to reach an arm out to keep himself upright, and his ears are ringing loud in his skull and his legs are shaking.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How is he supposed to hold out when he sees the real thing if the sight of your nipples are enough to have him blowing his load so messily? He looks at his come-slick hand and frowns. He needs to work on his endurance.

He washes his hands quickly, knowing that even though both Jimin and Taehyung are in the living room, he still doesn’t want to leave you alone for too long.

What if you figure out something that he hasn’t thought of and escape?

Jungkook pulls open the bathroom door, red-faced but refreshed and sees both of his brothers staring, brows quirked and barely-restrained smirks on their faces.

Taehyung asks, a knowing look on his face that makes Jungkook enraged and embarrassed, “You having fun in there, bunny?”

“Shut up!”

Jimin tacks on, lightly. “I hope you cleaned up.”

Jungkook shoulders past them, ears burning bright, and walks back into his bedroom, to see you curled up in bed with Bam under your chin. You look up, suddenly more alert even though you don’t stop petting Bam’s head and neck.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s fine,” you respond, curtly, settling back into the sea of pillows you had made. “It’s your room.”

Our room, he barely stops himself from correcting, knowing it would put you in a bad mood.

“I’ll lay here,” he says, clearing his throat and sitting to the side of the door.

You lay down and turn onto your side, letting Bam curl into your side. Jungkook whistles once for his puppy, who responds and moves to his feet.

Jungkook plays with his eager dog’s ears and says, quietly, “Let YN sleep by herself tonight, okay?”

He watches you relax in increments.

Jungkook isn’t stupid, he can tell that you aren’t comfortable, but he doesn’t have it in him to leave you alone, especially at night, as it’s the only time he gets to look at you without seeing the revulsion in your expression. So he stays quiet and passes the time, watching you, imagining how things will be when you don’t hate his guts, and he thinks of melodies.

The other salvation that had kept him from ending his seemingly-meaningless existence all those years ago. Broken shards of sounds pieced together to create masterful pieces of music that he had fallen into, both eyes closed and his heart, for the first time since his mother left, open and bleeding.

Jungkook is long overdue to put a song together, so at around three in the morning, as you are lightly snoring in his bed, he gets onto his computer and slips his headphones on. He can’t keep his back to you for too long so he doesn’t get through a lot but by the time the sun comes up, he has compiled the bare bones for a new track he thinks the others might like.

He sends a copy to Namjoon, the manager of their little trio before cracking his knuckles and turning to face you fully.

Some miles away, Namjoon’s phone pings in the dark, ignored completely by the man dressed in all black, a rolled-up hundred in his hand as he takes another line of coke off of the svelte back of some faceless, nameless stripper in a dimly-lit room.

The tagline: I’ll own you

- end -

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luciathcv · 2 months

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er ist ein gangster - jjk

summary: gangster!jungkook x reader - in which you fall in love with a gangster (inspired by vorstadtjunge by sxtn) || warnings: suggestive content (no full on smut), they smoke weed, mentions of a gun || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1400

when he came over to you in a party

you should've pushed him away

told him to fuck off

you knew that he was no good

your friends warned you about him

but you couldn't help it

you hung out for the remainder of the party

him and you

and then, he offered to drive you home

you weren't sure what that would lead to but one thing you knew for sure is that you weren't about to let him fuck you after only a few hours of knowing him

he arrived in front of your house, the only reason he could do that was because your mom was out with her friends, not there to witness her daughter getting dropped off by jungkook

jungkook kind of had a reputation

a bad one at that

before you got out of the car, jungkook kissed you

you kissed him back, okay with just this but then you felt his hand going under your shirt

you pushed his hand away, telling him you weren't ready for all of that

he brought his hands away, holding them up, "my bad, i should've asked." he says

you can't help but giggle a little

you exchanged numbers while at the party so you guys both started texting ever since that night

he was working towards getting his license to become a tattoo artist

you had noticed his many tattoos on his arm and on his hand

you found it kind of hot

you were only still a senior in high school which was okay since he was only a year-ish older than you

one day, after school, you were starting your walk home when you saw a familiar matte black car pull up beside you

the tinted windows were rolled down and you looked inside and saw jungkook in the drivers seat, motioning for you to get in

so you did

he drove around with you for a while, talking, all that

he said he wanted to take you out that night

you were still in your uniform and just gross from being at school all day so you told him that you needed to back home but were fine with it

he gave you a small smirk before driving you back home

he kissed you once more before you left his car and went inside to get ready

later that night, around midnight, you got a text from jungkook saying that he was here, parked around the corner

you snuck out through the back door, something you'd never done before him, and headed to his car

he drove you to a place by a cliff that overlooked the city

he made sure that he backed into the parking spot so that he could open the trunk and sit with you back there while still being able to admire the view

you both sat in the trunk and he pulled out a little canister

in the canister was blunts, pre-rolled up and ready to be smoked

he took one out and pulled out his lighter that he always kept handy in his pocket

he lit the blunt that he held in his mouth with his teeth and took a puff

he then offered you the blunt but you declined (at first)

he just shrugged and didn't pester you anymore but after a few minutes, you were shyly asking him if you could try it

he handed it to you and you put in your mouth

you took a hit and couldn't help but cough a little as you handed him back the blunt

he laughed a bit

"first time?" he asked

"yeah.." you shyly admitted

"don't be shy. i can be your first time for a lot of things." jungkook responded

you shyly slapped his chest in embarrassment, making him laugh again

the next weekend, he invited you to come to his place

he picked you up, and drove you their

not wanting you walking around their alone

he didn't live in the best area

he knew that

but he knew he'd protect you as long as he was there with you

you walked inside his small house

you were shocked that he could even afford this place at such a young age

even if it wasn't much, it cost a lot to have a house

you were so innocent in that way

you and him drank, smoked, and just chilled and well, one thing led to another and you lost your v-card to him

that next morning, you'd woken up before him

you weren't sure what to do

do you do the walk of shame out of here?

leave while he's still sleeping without a word

or what?

when you went to get out of bed, he groaned and stopped you, asking where you were going

you stuttered as you tried to find the words

he just pulled you closer to him, hovering over you and kissing you, "you were really just going to leave?" he asked with a small smirk

"well, i thought that was what you wanted a hookup-"

you knew his reputation

he was a textbook fuck boy

but for him, this was different

he wouldn't have even bothered texting you after the first night if you were like the other girls

let alone, hang out with you all these times

"do you want this to just be a hookup?" jungkook asked, still hovering over you

"no.." you admitted nervously

"then i don't either." he says

weeks went by and you were still going steady

thing was, you still weren't exactly aware of his... affiliations, i guess you could call it

you never really took the time to connect the dots

that was until one night

you were chilling on the couch with him

watching a movie

when there was several aggressive knocks in his front door

you flinched and he sighed, patting your head before getting up and walking over to the door

you watched as he opened the door slightly and started talking to someone

he looked back over to you and when he saw you looking, he pushed the guy back a little and stepped out of the place, shutting the door

after a few minutes, jungkook came back inside

you look over at him and he walks over to me, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around your shoulder like nothing even happened

"who was that?" you ask

"a friend." jungkook responds

"a friend?" you repeat

"yeah." he says

"what happened?"

"what do you mean?" jungkook asks

"he was banging on the door.."

"it's nothing, baby. don't worry about it." jungkook tells you

you pout a little as you scoot away from him a little, not liking that he obviously wasn't telling the truth

jungkook let out a huff, "what's wrong?"

"why are you lying?" you ask

jungkook doesn't say anything for a few moments

"baby, i'm just looking out for you." he tells me

"how?" you ask confused, but with a bit of attitude

"babe, drop it." jungkook responds, passively

you do drop it, but that doesn't mean you act like nothing happened

you push his arm off of me and move to the other side of the couch

jungkook huffs, truth be told, he had a bit of a temper

"come here." he tells you

"no." you say

"y/n." he sternly said

you gave in, moving closer to him

"baby, i... i'm involved with some bad people. you understand?" jungkook asks

you don't say anything as i connect all of the dots in my head

the fact he has a whole house so young, the way he constantly had drugs on him, the gun that i'd found in his glove box, the way he'd always tell me he was busy but never tell me why, his tinted windows, the way he always seems to have money to spend

"oh," you say, understanding what he was getting at

"i'm sorry, baby. i should've told you from the start. i knew you wouldn't want to be with me if i did, though. i'm so selfish. i shouldn't have even gotten you involved in all of this." he tells you

you just pull him into a hug and he hugs me back

"i love you." you say, saying those three words for the first time in our relationship

jungkook stiffens a little before relaxing, "i love you too." he says back

er ist ein gangster

doch ich werde ihn für immer lieben

he is a gangster

but i will love him forever

-- link to my masterlist

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swmeltem · 1 month

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I thought I was too mature a woman to like vagrant men, but I would do anything to have a toxic relationship with this Agust D💘

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azucarmorena97 · 8 days

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Moth to Flame (Yoongi Short)

A/N: This is connected to Yoongi's part in my BTS As Cliched School Tropes piece

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, some smoke escaping the corners of his mouth as he tries to hold it in for as long as possible. He stares across the water at the distant lights. Your stomach is doing cartwheels as you wait for him to say something...anything. "You gonna tell me why you did it?" You ask, heart pounding loudly in your ears; you're trying desperately to hold back your tears. "Nothing to say," He shrugs, the cold expression never leaving his face. "Nothing to say, huh?" You repeat, letting out a bitter laugh. "The fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/n? That the only reason I approached you that day at the park was because I thought you'd be a good fuck? And now you're like a fucking flea that won't leave? Truth doesn't sound so damn nice when it's that fucking truthful, does it?"

At this point, tears are streaming down your face and your lip is trembling beyond your control. You don't need this. Any of it.

"Well...glad I finally know where I stand..." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it's all you can manage. You stand up and dust yourself off, not wanting any remnants of this abandoned and decrepit building- or relationship- on your clothes when you get home tonight. Without another word, you turn around and walk out the way you came.

Yoongi's POV:

I can't bring myself to say a word just yet. I need to build the courage- especially because after this, it's all over. No take-backs, no redos, and absolutely no I'm sorry. It feels like my heart is gonna burst from my chest.

"Watch your fucking back, because I'm coming for you and your entire block."

The words play on a loop in my head, looming over me like a curse. I should've never let her get mixed up in this. I should've been more careful...I should've never gotten close to her in the first place.

"Why'd you bring me here?" She asks, her eyes doe-like and innocent...and so full of pain. Pain...because of me.

"Just...wanted to talk." "Okay...are you gonna start with the picture?" "What picture?" I pretend to not to know- in fact, I'm pretending like I wasn't the one to send it to her through the burner phone in the first place. She reaches into her pocket and takes out her phone, meanwhile, I brace myself so that I'm ready to keep the lie going. She turns her phone around, showing me the picture I coordinated for Jimin to take of me kissing Jennie.

I feel so horrible as I glance at the screen and then at Y/n's beautifully broken face... What I wouldn't do to tell her the truth. To hold her in my arms and comfort her- tell her it was all a lie.

But I can't comfort her. Not this time.

"What about it?" I won't even meet her gaze again. I might just break down if I do. "You gonna tell me why you did it?" I can tell she's trying to keep her voice steady, but it's no use- I know she's wavering. "Nothing to say..." "Nothing to say, huh?"

I'm so sorry for this, my beautiful girl...

"The fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/n? That the only reason I approached you that day at the park was because I thought you'd be a good fuck? And now you're like a fucking flea that won't leave? Truth doesn't sound so damn nice when it's that fucking truthful, does it?"

In that moment, I can almost audibly hear her heart shatter to pieces, meanwhile, my world is crumbling at my feet...my own doing.

When I see the tears falling, I almost break, myself, but I have to be strong. "Well...glad I finally know where I stand..."

When she turns around to leave, I almost reach out to pull her back but then I remember

that this is only small price to pay to keep her safe... to keep her alive.

Lemme know what you think! DM's, requests always open for short stories/prompts/suggestions for existing stories! <3

#bts #yoongi #suga #bts suga #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #bts angst #bts imagine #yoongi bad boy #jungkook #taehyung #namjoon #seokjin #jimin

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alphabetboyluvr · 8 months

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Can I request jungkook talking about how much he likes byeol to jimin? Or smth that shows jk pining after her heheh

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 827 (i am incapable of keeping things short (!)) 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | i’d argue this is more fawning than pining, but i wanted it to be fairly early on in the narrative!! We have a small time skip during BD #6 - i think it belongs in there!! maybe a little later!! idk!!

🪩 BD DRABBLES MASTERPOST 🪩

“Was different last night, wasn’t it?” Jungkook mindlessly hums as he picks at the leftover pizza on the coffee table. Doesn’t even really want it. Just wants the perfectly circular pepperoni that’s embedded in the top of the slice, but eventually decides against it, knowing it’s been sitting out for way too long.

“Hm?” Jimin grumbles from the sofa, scrolling on his phone, paying Jungkook very little attention.

Jimin's still a bit hungover, but The Notebook has been watched already, and a Powerade has been inhaled at such a speed Jungkook thought it’d come right back out through his nose. He’s as good as he’ll get for the remainder of the day.

Just back from the gym, Jungkook is in far better shape than Jimin is right now - but it makes sense. He was behind the bar last night, just like he is most nights.

“DB’s glitter,” Jungkook adds, as if that would have been a logical conclusion for Jimin to have reached from his vague questioning. Fails to realise it's only him with the constant thoughts of you. “Was different, wasn’t it?”

Chunkier, he thinks. More noticeable, or at least, easier to count the flecks.

Still pretty. Always pretty.

“Y’know, she was joking that it’s a men repellent,” Jungkook smiles fondly, remembering the way you always shine underneath the lights of Dionysus. “How mad is that? Glitter? Men repellent? Makes no sense.”

He fails to realise that your comments are less about attraction, more about men who like to act without thinking of consequences. Glitter leaves a trace - of which Jungkook’s learned the easy way, his pillows still saturated in teeny tiny sparkles from that one time you crashed in his room.

Those traces become evidence. Keeps the men with girlfriends away, and warns off the pathetic excuses of men who don’t understand boundaries. Less of man repellent, more of a scumbag barrier.

It’s also fun to be a walking disco ball, which is your primary reason for coating yourself in the stuff, even if the nickname is slightly less than favourable. You give them all glares whenever you hear it, but you only blush when it’s Jungkook saying the magic words.

“Always notice it,” Jungkook continues, a little smile resting on his boyish lips. As he toys with his lip ring, it glistens in the mid-morning light. “Glitter, I mean. Whenever girls come to the bar, now. If they’re wearing glitter, I’m always like, ‘Huh. You’re probably fun.’ Not in, like, a weird way. Just that… maybe they’re like DB. Y’know?”

“Mhmm,” Jimin agrees. “Fun, yeah.”

“No one else wears it better, though,” Jungkook praises. Is utterly lost in memories of you from the night before.

The way you had giggled every time a Purple Starfucker was passed over the bar. The messy space buns you'd had in your hair, and how there was even glitter in them. The pout you'd given him as you'd said goodbye, and the way Danbi had literally dragged you to the door, those cosmic calamities you like to call eyes still on him.

Smiling, as if he's just won an eBay bid for another 'sculpture' to add to his collection, Jungkook mindlessly continues his train of thought.

“DB just… well, she is glitter, isn’t she? Like a… Like a little shooting star. I always think that, y’know. Whenever she’s in the club. Just zooming about like a little shooting star.”

His smile is so sweet, eyes so sparkly - just like they always are whenever he thinks of you.

“You’ve got a zoom meeting?” Jimin finally looks up from his phone, expression a little vacant. “With who?”

“What?”

“Sorry, were you talking?” Jimin bares his teeth a little awkwardly. Hadn’t been listening at all. Hadn’t even realised he’d been responding.

Had been too engrossed in a 5-Minute Crafts video. Was far more interested in seeing how they’d turn a pair of shoelaces into a pencil - resin is how, and an industrial size drill that no regular household would ever need. Disappointing. Still, he’d watched the entire thing.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Jungkook frowns, yet to realise that it’s a blessing in disguise. Jimin would never let it go.

“...Yes?”

The roll of Jungkook’s eyes is subtle as he heads into his bedroom. Has an assignment to finish off. Can’t be dilly-dallying, fawning over fuckin’ glitter.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls back, just before he turns into his room. “You and DB… that’s like… that’s not a thing, right?”

“DB?” Jimin glances over to Jungkook, curious by his line of questioning. Shakes his head. “Nothing more than what it was.”

“So you guys aren’t, like…”

Hooking up? Mutually interested? Intending on round two?

“Why?” Jimin smirks, not needing him to finish. “You got a crush?”

“No,” Jungkook defends almost too quickly. “Just curious. S’all.”

“No,” Jimin mimics. Jungkook groans, slamming his door shut, which just earns a laugh from his housemate. Doesn’t believe him for a second. “Just curious.”

“SHUT UP!”

Jimin laughs again, then shakes his head. Is quiet, as he mutters to himself. “Cute.”

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lesbiansloveseokjin · 7 months

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day 6/639 of yoongi's military service

this selca was posted on 130514 with the caption:

Thank you so so much~!! thx!! :)

(trans cr: bts-trans)

yoongi & jimin's log from that day

youtube

#jimin was trying SO HARD to be a bad boy in that log 😭#he was like 'im with suga hyung i have to be hard'#he even flipped his cap to have it the same way as yoongi's after he readjusted it #sobbing #yoongi #yoonmin #suga military countdown #bts log #130514 #Youtube

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mainfaggot · 4 months

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ok so I decided to "go with the flow" and now I want to die about it a bit. (im being dramatic it's not that bad just annoying) basically I chilled with a classmate for two hours instead of one because I felt pressured to stick around longer since she seemed to like having me around which should be like YAYYYY SOMEONE THINKS IM CHARMING except that she's painfully heterosexual (she said she was straight bc i was talking about rv and I was like well im gay so obviously I like seulgi and she was like :0 oh cool! I didn't know that was a gay thing and I was like. oh christ. maybe she could be normal and now I've realized she isn't) get this: she unironically finds bang chan hot and her favourite member of wayv was Lucas and she still thinks he's innocent. she's nice to me but she's like. amongst the last ppl on earth whose opinions of me I gaf about. I want to be palatable to pretentiously artistic gay people with phds who are NOT RICH AND WHITE btw i hate elitists if that wasn't obvious

#anyway jesus Christ #shes nice to me in class and shes nice in general bur her cisness and heteroness are legitimately uncomfortable for me. and she talks way #too loud and i get awkward so fast and i feel really bad because she is really nice but i just dont agree with her opinions on music or her #cishet lifestyle either..#OH ALSO SHE THINKS THAT BTS BOY JIMIN IS ON THE SAME LEVEL AS TAEMIN????#and she has all 7 bts dolls.. why the fuck did i think she was normal.. i was stupid for expecting her to be normal #shes armenian so shes like ambiguously white but not really but yeah white kpop stan behaviour #z.post

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lokisasylum · 6 months

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So JK Solos are dragging Jimin, BTS, Calvin Klein, EVERYONE they can think of--

All because Golden's title track didn't debut at #01 on BB????

Even with all that push??

And its everyone's fault?

O__o even us PJMS, who they continuously mock, harass and insult??

Because WE didn't stream FOR HIM and instead minded OUR business and kept supporting OUR fave???

#awwwwwww did daddy scooty run out of money #they want our validation SO BAD #Jimin you will always be famous #imagine if golden boi had received the SAME treatment jimin got on his debut #SABOTAGE included

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luv-gukkie · 2 years

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ꕥ i also adore sunsets...and you ꕥ

ꕥ Park Jimin ꕥ

❤︎

There you go again, strolling down the sidewalk as your skirt flows along with the wind. The smile that's plastered on your face makes one grow on Jimin's face. He's been spying out of his window every single day at the exact time. Spotting you was getting common for you, but the speed his heart reached always felt like the first time.

As soon as you turned the corner, disappearing from his sight. Jimin rose his gaze to the sky. The shades were more than beautiful, he smiled, like you. The colors that printed themselves on the sky were gorgeous, the red blush became more darker until it was purple. The night sky came just like the sun rose.

Jimin eyes lingered on the corner more than enough time, tomorrow, you would come from the other side until to leave as soon as you reached that damn corner. He sighed, leaving his spot to rest as the moon grazed along the dark sky.

'Like always.'

The next day, he saw you at school. Your cute, little patterned skirt only covering as much as it could. But it didn't do a good job. Cause with a strong gush of wind, your panties would easily be shown to the whole world. And he didn't like that thought at all.

You were the good girl: wealthy, smart, and too pretty for your own damn good. You, however, were a part of the Socs. Somewhere that Jimin could never belong to. A social status like that was all he needed for a chance to speak with you. It completely sucked when he compared himself to you: there was nothing new on him, no money to show off, no car to offer you a ride, there was nothing in him to offer to you. The little, rich girl of the school.

But, of course, you weren't a brat like some of the other girls. And he couldn't be happier!

Oh, how lucky he felt when he got to see during his part time with you! You were always arriving at the movies with your friends, at the exact same movie theater he worked at! (Ignoring the fact that it was one of the only cinemas in the town.) Always trying to flirt, catch your eyes, or impress you when he should've been working. He acted cute right in front of your eyes trying to attract you to him. It didn't matter if he was in his work uniform, he stilled looked amazing for a greaser. A greaser that was poor, yet handsome: putting the perfect amount of gel on to make his hair look flawless.

It might have been a trap. Jimin was willing to do anything to make sure he had made you attracted to him. He longed for you every day in school and every time the moon was up. Jimin wanted to do things with you as soon as you fell for him (or the trap). His thoughts roaming around day and night about you.

All the things he could do to you if you just glanced his way. His crush not disappearing as the days flew, it just grew stronger for you. It was getting bigger everyday, every single second of every minute that passed by. It was just a small little crush that led to Jimin skipping classes or his cinema job to follow you around. Which had eventually led him to the question, where did you live? Then, for the first time, he broke into your house to steal a couple of your pure items. Even if he couldn't take pictures of you when you weren't looking because he couldn't afford any camera at all. It was all made up when he was in your bedroom, his dark choice of an outfit standing out in the bright room.

Maybe it was a sign, you thought. Every time you turned the corner, there he was, a greaser. And a handsome one to add at that. Nonetheless, you couldn't and wouldn't pay an ounce of attention to him. You feared your parents would get angry towards you if you ever even looked at a greaser. Didn't you realize your 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠? He noticed your change of behavior. You noticed him! But why didn't you say anything or glance at him anymore? Didn't you realize how much affection he had towards you? How much he adored— fucking loved you till death— for eternity?

If you were going and turning into a fucking brat like the rest of the Socs, then be a bitch. Jimin wasn't going to stop. Fuck it: he was getting you if you liked it or not. In one turn, his mind was already on how the both of you would spend the rest of eternity with each other. Jimin couldn't help the sinful actions he did when he went home that night after seeing you with an even shorter skirt than usual, one that made him want to fuck you in front of the rest of the Socs.

He squeezed his cock, rubbing his tip. Groaning and moaning at the close release, imaging you sucking his cock. An image popping in his head of something that happened earlier that day, when he had spotted you. You were playing with the straw that was inside the glass bottle of cherry coke. Swirling your tongue around it, wrapping your lips to suck it, not knowing that he was spotting you from the corner, where his friends sat around him. On the opposite side of you, separated.

How he wished it was you. Jimin always wished it was you. Nonetheless, it would be you sooner or later. His sweet, spoiled princess, forever. That thought always made him happy, he didn't care what you thought at the moment. Jimin loved you from the bottom of his fucking heart, with his whole being. So he was going to get you.

No. Matter. What.

He sat that night in his room about how he could captivate you and if you wanted the easy way. If not, the harder way for you was great for him, it made it easier and shorter to get you.

The next day, he waited for you behind the counter. Serving people their snacks and drinks. Then you arrived, your cute little self hard to spot, however, Jimin knew your form so it was not a challenging task at all. You left without ordering anything, upsetting him as you went straight in to the theater room.

You were alone when you arrived at the counter, your friends told you to get the snacks because you hadn't gone in a long time. Jimin grinned to see you come back, and to add, all alone. Usually, people always come and get their snacks before the movies. Therefore, you two were the only people there. Everyone else was watching the new horror film that had gotten released.

"Alone?" You nodded your head, "Can I have a large size of popcorn and two coca-cola's?" He looked up, "of course!" It was silent the whole time he took to get the drinks and popcorn ready, it made you more relax. Yet, when it was time to pay, your heart raced as he finally started a conversation. "What do you like to do?" Jimin asked, curious to see what truly got your attention. You didn't have to really think about it when it was the first thing that popped into your head. "Sunsets," was all you said as he handed you things. Noticing how many things on the counter you would have to carry he offered assistance. "Do you need help bringing this?" You glanced at the items, would you? "No, it's fine", you decided on keeping your imagine safe. Jimin still insisted, already right next to you, yet you kept neglecting any aid he was giving you.

He started getting pissed, as you muttered a small "thank you" turning away. Fuck it. He grabbed the closest object to him, heavy enough to knock someone out in a second. The cokes spilled on the ground, staining the carpet on the floor. The popcorn bucket tilted, hitting the floor in a harsh manner, the popcorn flew onto the carpet as well. Your body thumped to the ground. Jimin stood above you: hand stuck in the air, panting, and an amused grin appeared on his face seeing your slump body.

Nobody knew. There wasn't any cameras there since no serious crimes ever happened in towns. (He left his job in mid-shift, he was sure to fired!) Jimin easily snuck your unconscious body into his basement: it was completely dark (and stayed like that in broad daylight) it was filled with filth and dirt surrounded the floor. He managed to clean part of the basement, the part where you would be living.

Jimin gawked your body, smoothing out your little pleated skirt with his hands. His hands rubbed your thighs, slowly making their way to your inner thighs. He pecked and sucked on them, his eyes made contact with something he thought of ever time. (Something he wished to fuck with.) Your sweet, pure pussy hidden behind your baby blue panties.

Jimin moved to kiss your lips, sliding your panties off while one of his digits in each hand caressed your thighs. Jimin couldn't be happier when he felt something wet on the center of your undies. Breathing in your scent, he opened your mouth and stuffed it full with your own panties. "You're so good!" Jimin's digit traced the small bump on your head, he felt pity towards you. He didn't mean it, he was just in such a fit of anger.

His fingers were quick to unbutton your cute blouse, it was a reddish-cherry one. It was his favorite one. Jimin got rid of all clothing, choosing to leave only your knee-high lace socks on. He gasped, his bulge touching your folds. He closed his eyes, rubbing himself on you. Just when he was close, he stopped. His own actions angering his cock.

"Fuck."

Jimin immediately removed his pants, releasing his cock from the confinement. He moaned as the cold air brushed against his cock. Jimin just wanted to fuck you till all you could think about was him in your pretty little head. He worried if he was going to hurt you, however. But it all made it up when your folds were wet more than enough. Jimin's reddish, hot tip kissed your folds. He rubbed himself, moaning at the wanted contact that he had needed form the beginning.

With one thrust, Jimin's cock crowded your velvet walls. He released a loud moan at the tight squeeze. "You're not a brat-t," he grunted as he moved his hips, "you're my pretty girl." He fastened his pace, "only my pretty girl," he pulled your inner thighs closer to him, "that saves me her virginity."

Jimin continued his ramming, his cock loving every second of being surrounded by your virgin walls.

The next morning, you awoke with a pain between your legs and chest. Realization hit you when you spotted the guy form the cinema on top of you, sleeping on you. His body between your legs. You don't remember anything that had occurred previously. Nonetheless, when you attempted to move, you moaned as you felt something in you.

Jimin waited for you to wake up, so when you finally tried to move. Trying to escape him, he quickly pressed on the bulge that appeared in your tummy. He felt the vibrations in your chest as you whined at the feeling. Jimin looked up to stare at you, only to find your head thrown back, a soft moan emerging from your lips. He cooed at your little reaction of your walls warming his cock up.

When you finally looked back down, you stared back at the eyes that look right back at you.

"Hi, my pretty girl."

You stared in shock, his cock hardening inside of you.

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