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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Captured.

A Continuation of This Piece.

Pairing: Yandere!Geto x Reader x Yandere!Gojo (JJK).

Word Count: 3.3k.

TW: AFAB!Reader, Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Implied Kidnapping, Oral Sex, Threesomes, The Pervasive Aire of Homoerotica, Slight Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Violence, Intimidation, and Biting. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

He let you wait outside while he booked a room. It was a test, obviously – to see if you’d try and run as soon as he let you out of his sight. You didn’t. You kept your back pressed against the peeling cement wall and your hands in your pockets as the man at the front desk screamed, as you listened to the slick sounds of carnage and Geto’s muffled laughter. By the time he came out, his clothes dotted with dark stains and his hands lathered in the same dripping scarlet, you thought you might’ve been too sick for whatever he wanted to do with you.

He held up a hand, two keys and their accompanying plastic tags hanging from each finger. “Pick a number, one through ten.”

You just wanted to get this over with. Then, you wouldn’t have to worry about monsters or mysterious men or any of this ever again. “Eight.”

“Oh, the honeymoon suite.” Your eyes widened, and he cocked his head to the side. “Kidding, kidding. That’ll have to wait, for now.”

The room was nicer than you’d expected. Not quite the oppressively beige monstrosity you’d feared, but not as far from the eye-bleedingly pink love hotel that’d be the permanent backdrop in your worst nightmares as you would’ve liked. Currently, you were sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed with faux-velvet sheets, staring at your feet as Geto washed his hands in the in-suite bathroom. So lost in your own spiraling thoughts, you didn’t notice the water shutting off, didn’t hear him approaching you until the mattress dipped at your side and a pair of hands came to rest on either side of your waist. In one smooth, effortless motion, you were hauled into his lap, left to balance on his thigh as his eyes raked over you unabashedly. “You should try to relax. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were afraid of me.” His hand fell to the hem of your sweater. You’d gotten dressed in a blind panic after waking up to an apartment crawling with those awful things, but now, you regretted not throwing on as many layers as you could, not putting as many barriers as you could between yourself and the feeling of his calloused fingers skirting over your skin. “I can help take the edge off, if you’d like.”

For the first time that day, you felt a spark of relief. “Do you have anything? I’m alright with pills.”

“I was thinking something more along the lines of…” His hand splayed over your stomach, his tone laced with a dark edge. “Choking you until you black-out, then having my way with your helpless body?”

“Oh.” Just as quickly, that spark was extinguished – crushed under an unforgiving heel and stamped into total nonexistence. “I… I think I’d rather be awake, thank you.”

He hummed, tapping two fingers against your hip. “Have it your way, little one.”

Without warning, you were thrown onto the center of the bed. Before you could haul yourself up, before you could fully realize what was going on, Geto was between your open legs, mouth latched onto the inside of your thigh and his hands tearing at your shorts. The flimsy material gave away easily, and your panties didn’t last much longer. You took back what you’d said about wearing less revealing clothes; making this take any longer than it already did would’ve been torture. As deftly as he worked, the knot of dread forming in your chest was faster, quickly overshadowing every rational thought you might’ve had in favor of telling you that you weren’t supposed to be here, that this was dangerous, that you didn’t know what was going on, that you—

His broad tongue laved over your now-exposed slit, and your panicked mind went completely blank. His mouth was hot, and he didn’t waste time, latching onto your clit and sucking before you could think to push him away. Your body, nerves fried by adrenaline and senses dialed up to the point of hypersensitivity, responded immediately, your back arching as you struggled to swallow back a fractured moan. He encouraged your reactions, laving over your clit as two of his fingers found their way to your now-dripping entrance.

His digits slipped into you without resistance, scissoring apart and splitting you open as your own hands balled around the sheets, as you locked your jaw into place and did what little you could swallow back any sounds that’d make you seem more pathetic than you already were. Your pitiful attempts at resistance earned a throaty chuckle that reverberated against your clit and made your thighs clench together. Vaguely, in the distance, you felt his hand curl around your ankle, then you were being bent in half, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate you out like a man starved. It was all you could do to keep your eyes shut, the tears that would’ve escaped otherwise safely locked away, to make sure you didn’t kick or thrash or do anything that’d make him decide you’d be more entertaining after you’d been half-mauled by one of his monsters. It was all you could do to keep your mind blank, to block out the terrible, wet noises rising up from between your thighs, to—

The door creaked as it swung open, and you scrambled to pull away from Geto, to cover yourself before someone saw you being brought to the brink of climax by a murderer. He held you in place, though, his grip turning vice-like as he kept you splayed-open and on-display for the familiar, white-haired stranger now standing in the doorway. “Satoru,” Geto started, still idly pumping his fingers into you. “How kind of you to join—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, Gojo had him pinned to the far wall, a small crater blown into the cement where the point of collision would’ve been. You could see an orb of blinding, blue light forming in his other hand, but Geto only clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Keep your dick in your pants, pervert,” he purred, eyes flitting to you. “There are innocents nearby.”

The orb of light disappeared, but Gojo didn’t move. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”

You watched a first form at Geto’s side, watched in a daze as his knuckles collided with Gojo’s cheek with enough force to send him flying across the room and into the side of the bed, fracturing the steel frame. “Me neither, ‘toru.”

Letting out a ragged exhale, Gojo pushed himself to his feet and their conversation devolved into a rush of blows and kicks and insults half-finished before Gojo’s fist collided with Geto’s chin or Geto caught Gojo’s throat in his teeth. Clothes were torn, blood spilled across cheap carpeting, and you blinked once, twice, before shaking your head and hauling yourself up and taking stock of the situation.

They were fighting. Eventually, one of them would probably win, and that winner would probably want to fuck you. Maybe, after that, one of them would also help you. Maybe.

Gojo caught Geto’s hair in his fist and pulled. You could’ve sworn you heard Geto moan.

Okay. Alright. Yeah. No. Fuck this, actually.

Slowly, careful not to make a sound, you stood up and pulled your sweater down to cover your still dripping cunt before inching towards the door which was, surprisingly, still in one piece (it would dawn on you later that Geto must’ve left it unlatched, if not open, much to your delayed mortification). You could figure something else out. There were two other people who knew about your monsters, which meant there must’ve been at least one more. Gojo had been wearing a uniform, when you first met him, running for your life from the mangled mess of teeth and claws that’d managed to sink its talons into you, and you thought you’d heard him mention a school. You could find someone else, someone who wouldn’t ask for sex, someone who wouldn’t know your name before you introduced yourself, someone who’d give you a protective charm or a talisman and then demand for money or unpaid labor in return. You could—

It felt like vertigo, like the surface of the Earth had shifted underneath you. Your body tilted, collapsed, and then Gojo’s arm was wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his fingers burrowed into the flesh of your side. “Trying to get away?” His voice was raspy. Geto must’ve gotten his throat. “That’s not very nice.”

“You were the one who burst in uninvited and distracted me,” Geto muttered. His lip was busted, and he cracked his nose back into place as he hauled himself up from the floor. “If you hadn’t interrupted us, they’d still be cumming on my tongue so adorably.”

Gojo didn’t seem to pay him any mind. His attention remained fixed on you, his free hand drifting to your vulnerable pussy. Using his thumb, he gathered some of the slick staining your inner thighs, toying with it as he spoke. “I thought the first time I touched you like this would be more romantic.” He paused, his ears ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Or, the first time I touched you while you were awake, at least. It… it got harder to control myself, toward the end.”

You snapped to Geto, teeth bared. “This wasn’t what we agreed to. I don’t want to—”

“Don’t talk to him.” His fingers slipped into you, curling against the walls of your cunt. Your breath hitched in your chest, and Gojo pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “Don’t look at him. He’s not supposed to be here.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Satoru.” Stretching his back, he made his way back to the bed and collapsed onto it, letting out a strained groan. “If I hadn’t been so kind as to donate all of those very valuable, very hard-to-come-by curses to your pitiful cause, you would’ve waited… how long? Another year before so much as breathing the same air as your little crush?” His half-lidded stare met yours, and he smirked. “You should have a taste. The poor thing is heavenly when they’re scared.”

“He’s always been this bossy. I’m sorry you had to deal with him on your own.” Gojo drew back, but didn’t let you go. Rather, he looped an arm under your knees and pulled you off your feet, carrying you back to that fucking bed. He laid you out with more care than Geto had, but his expression remained uncannily blank. He’d been blindfolded the first time you’d met, and whatever eyewear he’d come with had been either removed or torn away, revealing eyes that were almost painfully blue. The only mercy was his hair – long enough to fall over his face and obscure his empty gaze, his parted lips. His hand drifted to your injured leg, still bandaged from the knee down, and his lips quirked downward. “I’m sorry you had to get hurt, too. But…” He smiled, leaned in until his forehead rested against yours. “It’s good that we’ll get to be together, right?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him to stop touching you, to let you go home, but you couldn’t go home, so you said nothing.

Geto let out an exaggerated yawn. “I didn’t put this little reunion together because I wanted to hear you talk, ‘toru.”

“See what I mean? So fucking bossy.” And yet, one of his hands fell away from you. You heard fabric rustle, metal clink, and then his cock was free, prodding against the inside of your thigh. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach as your eyes broke away from his and raked over his pale shaft, his flushed head, already leaking beads of ivory precum. He was tall. They were both massive, but nothing attached to a human being should’ve been that big. “You’re lucky I’m letting you watch.”

“Who said I’d be watching?” So preoccupied by your own terror, you didn’t notice Geto shifting until you felt his hands on your sides, then at the hem of your sweater, pulling your only remaining protection over your head. You scrambled to stop him, but there wouldn’t have been much you could to do fend him off at your best, let alone in the state you’d been reduced to tonight. With a breathy chuckle, he finished stripping you down, his attention immediately falling to your chest. “You wouldn’t want me leaving you alone with him, would you, little one?” He bowed his head, catching your nipple with his teeth and pulling harshly. A pained whine slipped past your lips before you could choke it back, and he turned towards Gojo, grinning. “See? They like me.”

Whatever rage Gojo felt, he managed to bury it beneath a soft smile, a pulse of pure electricity in his eyes as he took his cock in his hand, dragging the tip over your entrance. You thrashed, kicked, fought, but he only cooed as he thrust into you, like he was trying to comfort you. Like you would need to be comforted if he just stopped.

He bottomed out, his hips pressing into yours with a blissful sigh, and you lurched forward, moving to claw at his eyes, to wrap your hands around his throat, to do something. Geto caught your wrists before you could so much as touch him, though – laughing as he forced your arms flush against the mattress. As Gojo started to move in earnest, Geto slotted his lips against yours, taking advantage of your distress to force his tongue into your mouth while Gojo fucked you open, whatever gentleness he’d been attempting to show you falling away in favor of burying himself that much deeper in your tight heat. As soon as Geto pulled away, Gojo took his place, his kiss not quite as aggressive but no less invasive, no less unwelcome. You should’ve never left your apartment. You should’ve never run from your monsters. At least they might’ve been kind enough to kill you quickly.

By the time he broke away from you, your vision was spotted with black, your lungs aching from a lack of oxygen. Jerkily, he straightened his back and raised a hand, his fingers soon tangled in Geto’s hair. You watched in a daze as teeth clashed against teeth and lips collided with a bruising force, and considered the terrifying possibility that you might’ve been the first person either of them had ever kissed.

Gojo’s pace turned erratic, his hold on your hip crushing. His pelvic bone caught on your clit every time he thrust into you. You’d been able to control yourself when faced with Geto’s teasing, but now, every little cracked moan and pained whimper slid past your lips, barely audible above the sound of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin. Unwillingly, you clenched around him, and Gojo doubled over with a throaty groan, burying his face in the side of your neck. You felt his mouth on your throat, then his teeth, sinking into your skin deep enough to draw blood. You clenched your eyes shut, willing your body to go numb to the pain, to ignore the coil of pure agony winding tighter in your core, but Geto caught your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and stare up at him. “Trying to run away again so soon?”

“S-stop,” you half-sobbed, trying to pry his hand away from your face. “Don’t touch me—”

“We’ll have to bring a gag along, next time. That is, unless you learn to be more appreciative.” He shrugged his sweatpants below his waist, wrapping his fist around his cock and guiding it to your lips. “Open up, little one.”

You grit your teeth, keeping your mouth shut as tightly as you could, but Gojo bit down on your collarbone and you screamed, jerking against him. Geto took advantage of your misery, slipping a thumb into your mouth and prying your teeth apart, forcing his cock down your throat. “Bite down,” he muttered, voice low and tone sharpened, “and I’ll make sure he knocks you up.”

A wave of cold dread washed over you, but you didn’t have time to linger on your newly realized fear. Geto was already fucking your skull, already leaving you struggling not to choke as you tried to remember how to breathe around him. Where Gojo was uncontrolled, Geto almost seemed… unaffected, holding your head in place while he rolled his hips with the idle pace of a man determined to milk every second he could out of you. It was unbearable; the burning in your throat, the heat in your core, the feeling of Gojo battering into your cunt until you couldn’t stop your legs from twitching, your back from arching, your pussy from clenching around Gojo’s length and drawing a sinful noise from somewhere deep in his chest. You let out a ragged moan half-suffocated by Geto’s cock, and then you were coming undone around him, your body convulsing underneath his. Gojo wasn’t far behind. With a hitched groan, he pressed his hips into yours and pushed another open-mouthed kiss into your neck, making no attempt to pull out before flooding your pussy with something thick and awful.

Geto wasn’t far behind, his eyes falling shut as he came down your throat. For the longest time, neither of them moved, Geto forcing you to choke down every last drop of his cum while Gojo stare down at you, eyes blank and lips parted, his expression caught somewhere between tender and awe-struck.

Finally, he glanced away from you, looking to Geto instead. “Let’s switch. I want to feel their mouth.”

Geto let out a breath of a chuckle. With your body limp, your jaw slack, he pulled away from you, leaning just close enough to let his lips brush against your temple before straightening his back and moving to take Gojo’s place between your legs. “Whatever you say, lover boy.”

Hours later, when your skin was little more than a patchwork of hickeys and bruises and you couldn’t feel anything save for a constant, excruciating ache in your cunt, Geto had fallen asleep with his arm around your waist and Gojo laid next to you, head propped on his fist and a soft smile painted across his lips. You could see the sun starting to rise from behind the thin motel curtains, feel the dread that accompanied being in a strange place with strange men at a strange time, but it all seemed secondary, pushed to a distance by your exhaustion, your devastation. When Gojo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you out of Geto’s hold, all you could summon was a whine of protest, and even that was quickly glazed over with an airy laugh, a quiet hush.

Geto’s shirt (discarded three hours in, when he stepped aside for a shower while Gojo made you cum on his tongue for the fourth time) was pulled over your head, Gojo’s glasses (lost in the initial fight, found briefly while Geto was bouncing you on his cock with one hand and jerking Gojo off with the other, then lost again) snagged off the floor and pocketed. As he slipped out of the beaten motel door, you shut your eyes against the dim light, burying your face in his chest, and he encouraged you to, cupping the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss into your forehead. With his lips still lingering against your skin, he spoke, his voice muffled by his proximity. “It’s alright. You can sleep, if you need to.”

It might’ve been sweeter, if you hadn’t been able to feel every inch of his smile cutting into your skin.

“I promised I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?”

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stargirl-int3rlud3 · 3 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

adults of jjk x reader

🗯 ! swearing, cuddling, snoring, mentions of the sound of heartbeats, sleepwalking, drooling, insomnia, almost being crushed by Toji !

synopsis; how i interpret jjk characters would be like to share a bed with. — ♡

GOJO; In my opinion I think Gojo snores, not like loud ass snores (well, maybe sometimes), but like soft snores when he’s deep in sleep. The soft noises he admits while asleep always tends to lull you right to sleep even if you weren’t previously tired. Gojo subconsciously cuddles you in his sleep, however, it wasn’t always like this. It took awhile for Gojo to be truly comfortable having someone else sleep in his bed because he had gotten so accustomed to being by himself. One time he even freaked out when he rolled over in bed and felt someone on the other side of his bed, you had to calm him down and reassure him it was just you. Continuing, Gojo sometimes rolls himself off the bed. When you started sleeping in his bed he’d roll to your side and then when his body realized he couldn’t roll any farther he rolled the other way off the bed.

Due to an exhausting day at work, Gojo had headed to bed earlier than usual. You quietly make your way into Gojo’s room seeing him laying shirtless with both his legs and the blankets sprawled chaotically across the bed. A tingly warmth brought its way to your face as you could never quite get over how genuinely attractive and fit your boyfriend was. Crawling into bed with as much cautions as you could muster, you hear the soft snores release from his slightly parted lips. You laid on your back staring at the ceiling until you realized your brain was still quite awake, this is when you made the decision to scroll on your phone for a few. Just as your eyes began to feel tired and had started to close, a loud THUD made your eyes widen and your body sit up. Instinctual, you look over at Gojo to find him not where you had last saw him, you scramble to the other side of the bed to see Gojo rubbing his head which you assume he hit when he fell off the bed. You place yourself between his scrunched up legs to examine his head, giving it a few kisses before looking back into the beautiful eyes you had fallen in love with. A light dust of pink is brushed across his cheeks as he gives you a laugh, you push his shoulder which then results in him pulling you to the ground on top of him. He reaches on the bed and pulls a pillow and a blanket from off of it. Placing the pills under his head and the blanket over you two, there you two fall asleep on the floor together.

GETO; Unlike Gojo, Geto gets immediately used to the feeling of you in bed, so much so that when he doesn’t feel you in his bed he gets worried. He needs to be touching you at all times when you guys are in bed. I believe Geto to be a light sleeper, small things can wake him up but he also falls asleep easily. Geto sleepwalks every now and again, you have to double check all the doors are locked so he doesn’t leave and get hurt or lost. When sleepwalking he doesn’t do anything particularly weird, usually he just walks around and then either goes back to sleep in bed or on the couch. It really freaked you out the first time you found him sleepwalking.

On one particular night you had been falling in and out of sleep constantly making it difficult to truly go to sleep. Geto had his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in your spot next to him. While in the midst of falling in and out of sleep you must’ve not realized his arm had left your waist until you heard noises coming from somewhere outside of the bedroom. Slightly freaked out, you turn to Geto but he’s no where to be seen. Relief began to flood throughout your body as you get up to go looking for your boyfriend.

“Geto what’re you doing up, it’s so late?”

You rub your eyes as they make out Geto’s figure standing completely still in the kitchen.

“Geto?”

No response once again. At this point you were even more freaked out. Hoping he was just messing with you or something, you get closer to him and reach your hand out towards his shoulder. He swiftly turns and heads for the bedroom, freaking you out due to the fast movement. You made an executive decision to just sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.

When morning hit you were woken up by Geto asking you why you were sleeping on the couch, you explained his oddness last night and he apologized before telling you about how every once in awhile he sleepwalks. He made sure to make your favorite breakfast even though you insisted that he didn’t have to do that.

NANAMI; Nanami is also quite a light sleeper, but he needs some kind of noise to put him to sleep as well as complete darkness. Well, if you need some light because you can’t fall asleep in the dark cause it freaks you out he’ll absolutely let you do so. He prioritizes you sleeping over him sleeping. Nanami is always very warm so he usually doesn’t sleep with a blanket but instead a thin sheet of some sort and because his body is often quite warm you don’t have to worry about a blanket you just cling to him. Nanami also makes sure you have a glass of water by your bed every night in case you get thirsty.

Sleep had began to consume you when you and Nanami were curled up on the couch watching a movie and now even more so. Nanami held you up as you wobbled to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and made sure you were comfortable and cozy. A whine admitted from your mouth causing Nanami to turn back to you. You shiver and begin to rub your upper arms to show him you were cold as he was about to get a blanket, you whined again. With a soft smile on his face, knowing exactly what you wanted, he crawled into the empty space next to you and you buried yourself in his warmth. The warmth of your loving boyfriend drifted you right to sleep so much so that you began to snore a little. Unfortunately, to your dismay, you had gotten parched in the middle of the night so now here you were trying to move as slowly and quietly as possible out of Nanami’s arms. Which you somehow successfully did and were currently tip-toeing to the kitchen but as you opened the door and stepped out of the room an obnoxiously loud creaked echoed through the room instantly waking up Nanami. “My love? Why are you awake?” Nanami’s soft voice asks. “Um..I was thirsty” “Let me get it for you” He quickly gets out of bed and passes by you to get you a glass of water from the kitchen. When he comes back and hands it to you, you give him a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek for his act of kindness. After that, you two are back to sleep in no time.

SHOKO; Sleep hasn’t been in Shoko’s vocabulary for awhile, she’s an insomniac after all. However, she tries her best to get as much sleep as her body will allow when you give her those big, pleading eyes. Who is she to say no to someone as cute as you? She has noticed that she sleeps more when she sleeps with you so now you try to sync your sleep schedule to hers, well, for the most part at least. You’ve even gotten her to take melatonin. If Shoko gets tired somewhere and falls asleep in your lap then you’ll stay there until she wakes up. To be honest, you’re just happy she’s sleeping.

You were sitting in the morgue waiting for Shoko to finish up what she was doing when you felt something in your lap. There laid Shoko’s head. You couldn’t contain your smile as you grazed your fingers through her hair. It didn’t take very long for Shoko to fall asleep, you knew it wouldn’t. She had a long day and she’d been exhausted since the minute she started. So, you spent this time admiring every bug and small feature that graced your girlfriend’s gorgeous face. Everything about her was beautiful, she’s beautiful. A few hours pass when Gojo walks in about to be his usual loud self when you give him a glare and hold your finger up to your lips. He marvels at the sight of a peaceful Shoko fast asleep in your lap. “Wow, you got her to sleep. You deserve an award for that” You roll your eyes at the man’s joke before looking back at the women in your lap. “God you’re really in love with her” In seconds, a red hue tints your cheeks as you flip Gojo off. He laughs knowing he just read you so easily, but in your mind all you could think is how could someone not love Shoko. “Are you sure you’re okay staying like that? Your legs must hurt” “I’m fine Gojo, I’d rather have her get as much as she can” Gojo leaves you two be so he doesn’t accidentally wake up Shoko and is forced to face your wrath.

UTAHIME; Utahime will never admit it but she loves to listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep. The sound just calms her so easily. Utahime is a heavy sleeper, she very rarely will wake up if you accidentally make noise. She doesn’t mind if you have your head laying on her shoulder or your holding hands when you sleep but she needs her own space. You both like to have your own sense of space but there are times where she wants to be closer (aka when she wants to listen to your heartbeat)

The sunshine soaked you and Utahime in its rays as you lay in the grass relishing in the warmth. The mix of the warm sun on her skin and the sound of your heartbeat echoing throughout her brain made her start to feel really sleep. She tried her best to stay awake but was soon succumbed to sleep. You watched as her eyes fought to stay open before fluttering closed. Her porcelain like skin shined brightly in the sun as you begin to feel yourself drifting to sleep and soon enough you are also sleeping in the warm rays of the sun with Utahime peaceful asleep on top of you.

INO; Ino is a big cuddler, to be fair he’s a big softy in general. He prefers being little spoon and will proudly admit that to the world. Now don’t get me wrong he has his moments where he wants you to be little spoon mostly because he likes the sight of you laying on top of him. Anyways, he snores AND drools when he sleeps but it’s not a lot of drool like it’s just a little bit and it’s actually so cute. He’s cute (he’s very pookie). He doesn’t exactly snore quietly but it isn’t that loud, like it’s not unbearable. He also cannot sleep without you now that you’ve started sleeping in the same bed.

Ino had been talking about how exhausted he was waiting for a call from his job so you told him, he could just fall asleep on top of you and you’d wake him up when he got a call from his job. He thanked you and in no time he was sleeping soundly. It didn’t take very long for the exhausted Ino to fall into a deep sleep and begin to snore. You had to hold back your giggles to not make the boy centimeters away from you. Not long after that he had began to drool on your chest. It was slightly gross but his cute face as he slept was far greater than any kind of grossness. You held him closer as if it might make you two fuse together so neither of you will ever have to leave each other. To both of your guys dismay, his phone rings and you’re forced to wake him up. As he blinks his eyes open and picks up the phone he realizes the drool stain on your shirt. A pinkish blush spread to his face as he scratches his head and mouths the words ‘sorry’. You kiss his free hand, letting him know that it’s okay. He smiles at you and give you a kiss on your head before returning back to his call.

TOJI; This man is pretty damn huge, he’s a fucking wall for crying out loud so the only space you ever really have is if you lay on top of him. I mean, hell, he’s not complaining. Sometimes you have to check if he’s dead because he sleeps so heavily and doesn’t make any noise. Toji does have a tendency to roll around in his sleep which isn’t always good for you cause he has almost crushed you a few times.

It was a peaceful night of sleeping. Toji had held you especially close since he had been gone for so long. Every bump and curve of your body was kissed by Toji. He hadn’t left your side since he came back, and you weren’t complaining. Once night fell and the moon came out, Toji hurried you off to bed. Toji wouldn’t outwardly admit it but he missed you sleeping on top of him. It just felt right with you and so when you weren’t there he began to sleep less. As you crawl your way on top of Toji, he smirks at you and caresses your face in his hands. Purely on instinct you push your face farther into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. He leans in to give you a goodnight kiss, this one lasts longer than usual but you don’t mind at all. Within no time at all you two are sound asleep. Toji is so sound asleep that he begins to turn his body, an action you don’t notice until it’s too late. Ot only takes you a few seconds to realize that there’s a giant hunk of a man crushing your rib cage. You try pushing him back over, doesn’t work. You try poking and smacking him, hoping that he’ll wake up, doesn’t work. You try wiggling your way out and that works for a few but it also takes a lot of energy out of you. You pinch him and he stirs a minute so you continue with that until he grumbles and his eyes open with an annoyed look. That soon fades (for the most part) when he realizes he’s laying in top of you. Quickly, he moves and places you back into op if his chest. You thank him and tell him to never do that ever again. He just shrugs and goes back to sleep while playing with your hair.

☆ | I struggled a bit with Utahime’s and Ino’s so sorry if they aren’t what you expected them to be!!

#luv₊˚꒰🩰꒱‧#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieiri x reader #shoko x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #ino takuma x reader #ino x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #utahime iori x reader #utahime x reader #jjk x reader

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mine-suga · 8 months

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My personal favourites😍

Will keep on adding more slowly🤗

Mutual Help || JJK @personasintro

Monachopsis || MYG @personasintro

Taste of a poison paradise || JJK @dollfaceksj

Reminder || JJK @dollfaceksj

The Pink Pill || JJK @dollfaceksj

Blackjack || JJK @kpopfanfictrash

Mirrors || JJK @yoonia

Room 109 || JJK @lavishedinjimin

After Hours || JJK @lovelyglares

Drown in your body || JJK @sparklingchim

Visions || JJK @trivia-yandere

Nefarious || JJK @trivia-yandere

Slave 19990319 || JJK @explicit-tae

Cruel intentions || JJK @explicit-tae

Cozy thief || JJK @bratkook

Second Chances || JJK @parkhabits

Pink Ribbons || JJK @kooeater

Strawberry Kisses || JJK @kimnjss

Castaway || JJK @hamsterclaw

Garden of Red Petals || JJK @helenazbmrskai

Ace || JJK @hijoonie

The Five Year Plan || JJK @jknoah

Try above mentioned authors other books as well they're too good to be ignored😘

You can check my wattpad reading list too @Sugatradamus

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #bts jungkook #bts suga #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic recs

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jeonjcngkook · 3 years

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ROCKSTAR 101 | jjk (m) - coming soon

❀ ⇢ pairing: jjk x f!reader

❀ ⇢ genre: smut, pwp

❀ ⇢ word count: tbc, currently 5.3k

❀ ⇢ theme: we finally have rockstar jungkook (he plays electric guitar) , established relationship, smut , just pure unadulterated filth

❀ ⇢ rating: explicit

❀ ⇢ summary: In the words of Christina Aguilera, “there's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm” and Jungkook is certainly coated in it.

❀ ⇢ warnings: JUNGKOOK HAS A FULL SLEEVE - think sowoozoo jungkook in the black tee , hard dom!jungkook , sub!reader , bratty reader with bratty behaviour , koo is a lil mean bcs he gives no attention , jords’ awful attempt at brat taming , very slight switch jungkook if u squint real hard , use of derogatory terms - for example slut ect , jungkook in a pair of bunny ears sksks , sex in the form of - pussy slapping , spanking , mouth stuffing , choking , panty sniffing , unprotected sex but oc is on the pill (wrap it b4 u tap it) , oral (m & f receiving) , face fucking , size kink , belly bulging , bdsm themes - for example use of PINK HEART SHAPED HANDCUFFS & mention of oc having a safe word , doggy style , saliva - the return of jords’ spitting kink so expect a few of that , messy sex , messy kissing , missionary bcs koo has pretty eyes n im a sucker for all the eye contact , non-penetrative ass grinding (hehe cheeky) , failed attempt at edging , multiple orgasms bcs jungkook has staMINA , throatpie (hehe) followed by cum dribbling & creampies

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babiekawa · 3 years

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jjk characters and the bedsheets they would have

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itadori yuuji

blue plaid sheets. probably had them for years. washes them once in a while. they're definitely super worn-in and comfy. might have some pilling but it adds to the appeal.

megumi fushiguro

solid navy blue sheets. makes his bed everyday when he wakes up. sleeps with a fluffy blanket too.

nanami kento

bright-white sheets. all the pillow cases match. washes them every other day. keeps his bed pristine and wrinkle-free. knows how to fold a fitted sheet.

gojo satoru

lightning mcqueen sheets. he never tells you how he ended up with them, but he’s so proud of his sheets. might have the matching lightning mcqueen bed too. definitely kills the mood <//3

nobara kugisaki

pink silk sheets <3 no further comments.

mahito

no sheets. just a mattress. may or may not have a pillow.

geto suguru

black sheets. very classy and they have a satin shine.

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yeojaa · 4 years

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( GHOST IN MY BED. )

Sometimes, hating someone is the only thing you can do.

pairing. jjk x (named) f!reader.

genre + rating. rockstar!au. e2l (exes n enemies!). angst. general.

tags / warnings. the angst is heavy in this chapter. there’s also mentions of drunk driving, a reference to drug use, and really, just a lot of sadness. proceed with caution!

beta reader(s). @hobi-gif and @periminkle i lob you both!

wc. 2.8k

chapter one.

You’ve barely moved an inch, rooted to the spot by fear and sadness and three long years of distance. It feels far too strange to be so close, to see him somewhere other than an illuminated screen. You know you should say something, do something - anything - but every tired bone in your body is telling you to run and that’s something you can’t do. Not after you’ve come so far.

So you take a deep breath - deep as you can manage without bursting the dam that packs itself with flimsy sticks and stones - and step forward. It feels monumental, far more than a single footfall.

He’s watching you, carefully, as he’s always done, with awe written into every line still visible beneath bandages. You see the way his jaw tenses, how the muscle works in agitation and hopelessness. He’s holding himself back, much to your surprise. You think you only recognize that because you know him so well.

And then you remember - you don’t know him at all. Not anymore.

Because he might seem like the same boy you’ve loved for most of your life, but he’s nothing but a ghost now. A figure from your worst nightmares, draped in white linen and gauze.

His hair’s far longer than it’s ever been, sweeping over the sharp contours of his cheeks, past the singular scar he’d gotten in third grade. It curls over his ears even in its dishevelled state, looking in desperate need of a cut and yet endearing all at once. The way he stares at you remains the same - intense, achingly familiar - and his smile - a little battered and bruised now - stretches like pavement, concrete and grounding.

You hate that it does something to your heart, the delicate frame of your rib cage rattling with the way the organ nearly launches itself out of your throat and into his hands.

You take another step. Jungkook doesn’t look away.

“I missed you,” he says, as if you’re an old friend, someone who’s come to hold his hand. As if he hadn’t broken your heart into a million pieces and this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him since you managed to piece it back together.

How you’d managed to rebuild yourself after that, you’re not sure. You’d collected the broken bits, filled the cracks with gold, and mended it into something different. A bit flawed and imperfect, but whole - stronger and illuminated. You’d done that all on your own.

That doesn’t mean it doesn't still beat for him, just a little.

A part of you aches to return his words. It’s halfway off your tongue when you cut it off, severing it with a bite of your teeth and a resolve that just barely holds on.

You reach his side - still a good foot from the edge of the bed - and settle into the worn leather chair to his right. It’s comfortable, surprisingly so, but you can’t find it in yourself to relax. You’re ramrod straight, line of your spine strung like a bow.

It’s hard to look at him directly - to recognize the parts of him you’d once called yours - so you don’t, instead allowing your gaze to bounce across the room. There are large bouquets of flowers against the few surfaces, all larger-than-life arrangements that look at odds with the barren body that’s laid up beside you. You wonder, idly, who they’re from. Friends? Family? Your heart stutters. Fans?

There’s a bag and personal effects on the couch. Black leather, exorbitantly expensive, embossed with his initials on the interior pocket. The gift you’d gotten him for your last anniversary - the same one he’d nearly lost on tour despite the fact that it cost you more than you’d have cared to admit. Something like anger simmers in your stomach at the sight of it.

When he speaks again, you’re still glaring at the bag, unable to tear your eyes from the supple material and all the memories it carries.

“Pumpkin?”

The nickname tears you from your reverie. You can’t help the way you suddenly stare at him - all wide-eyed surprise. “What?”

Something close to relief floods his expression, spilling like wet paint over the curve of his mouth, the corners of his eyes. It spreads delight into every inch, unrelenting and unrepentant. “I said I missed you, Pumpkin.” He repeats himself not because you haven’t heard him but because he wants that reaction again - the one that tells him everything he needs to know.

You resent him for it.

“Please don’t call me that.” You wish it were stronger - that you were stronger. It’s hard.

You know you shouldn’t love him anymore and that none of this should affect you. After all, he’d thrown your heart into a blender with three shots of vodka and chased it down with some pills and cigarette smoke. He’d filled all the space you’d given him with other things - riches and women and thin white lines - and he’d had the audacity to be surprised when your own sadness had slipped in, too.

He’d always imagined you’d keep it locked up, held so closely he’d never have to face it. You’d thought so to, really. Hadn’t expected the way it spilled out regardless, too much misery to be kept in a little glass house.

There was only so much you could take before it all came crumbling down.

So, it’s hard. You love him because he’s him and you’re you and that means more than you can possibly put into words.

“Don’t call you what?” It’s almost patronizing, like he can’t quite believe his ears.

“You know what.”

He scoffs - a low, broken sound that catches halfway out, muffled by chain-smoking and not nearly enough sleep. “You never used to have a problem with it.”

“We were together then,” you retort quietly, sandpaper grit and burnt coffee bitter.

“Just tossing me aside then?”

You’re not quite sure where he pulls it from - the sheer, idiotic confidence he somehow fits into his words, framing them like you’re in the wrong. You wonder if it comes from years in the spotlight because it certainly wasn’t there before.

“Don’t say it like that.” What’s meant to be reproachful comes almost pleading, soft and sad and stained with saltwater.

“Then don’t tell me what to do.”

The silence that falls is paradoxical, miserable and fulfilling all at once.

It hurts in the worst of ways, sparking from the tips of your toes to the tops of your ears. It feels like being outlined in neon - vivid pain in shades of pink and green that burn through your veins. Proverbial I told you so’s curl over your ankles and around your heart, little reminders that this is who he is now and every path would’ve led you here anyway. Parallel lines meant to converge only once before diverging once more.

“I’m sorry.” His apology feels infinite, as if it’s meant to make up for multitudes. “I just…”

Nothing further comes. You don’t know what you’d expected.

“It’s fine,” you say, even though it’s decidedly not fine. Absolutely nothing about this was even remotely fine. You weren’t even really sure why you’d agreed to come. You were still working through all your reasonings, turning them on their heads in hopes of receiving an answer other than the glaringly obvious ones that spilt out like salt grains.

“Is it?” Something about how he speaks, how the question seems so small, prompts you to meet his eyes. You wish you hadn’t.

There’s an infinite galaxy swirling in his irises, a million words he hasn’t spoken. They beg to be loved regardless, to feel even a semblance of the warmth your smile had once offered. It breaks your heart all over again, splitting it into pieces where the cracks and crevices haven’t quite fused together fully.

“I missed you, Pumpkin.” You don’t have it in you to rebuff him. Not when he reaches for you - a feeble gesture that pulls his figure close, entire bruised frame reassembling like a shuddering skeleton. He’s starry-eyed and intoxicating, drawing you into the Jungkook-shaped supernova you’re helpless against. “I missed you so fucking bad.”

“Jungkook.”

His name sounds like it’s about to break apart just like your heart, shattering wide open into a thousand splintered fragments.

“Please don’t do this.” Not again, you think. Not after all this time.

“I can’t,” he says and it’s shipwrecks and car crashes, misery in the form of broken teeth and battered bones and endless blue in his eyes. “I need you. I need you.”

It doesn’t escape you that you’ve heard these words before. You’d tucked that memory into the furthest corner, up and above your head in a shelf that you’d never touch. You’d folded it away into the box labelled JEON JUNGKOOK and tried to forget about it. You haven’t been able to.

It bursts out now, bouncing around your skull and in your ears - a feedback loop that won’t stop.

“Please.” You try again.

He’s gripping your hand so tightly - with a strength that feels far too much for someone only a day past a terrible accident - and it feels white hot and alive. Where his skin touches, he burns candle wax and coaxing - honeyed and warm. You imagine you’ll peel the drippings off later and be left with scars in the form of his hands. You wonder just how much more you can take.

“Please.” You try a third time. It’s feeble, frayed from holding on too long and too tight.

He hears it just as well as you.

“Stay with me. I don’t have anyone else.”

A part of you wonders how true that is. Surely, he had his family - his lovely parents that you’d practically considered your own. You can’t imagine they’d leave him here to rot.

Your resolve still crumbles, just a little, from the topmost pillar.

Ever the opportunist, Jungkook watches the fall of your Roman empire with rapt attention, hopeful as a new god. If only you weren’t so easy to read - full hand laid out on the table.

“What happened?” You pose the question in place of an agreement, words offered in the same instance you remove your hand - or try to, anyway. It doesn’t get very far. He seems adamant in keeping your fingers twined, knuckles stark white and riddled with tension. You wonder if he’s oblivious to it or if he just doesn’t care. It wouldn’t be the first time.

So focused on the way he holds you - claims you in the iron shackle that he deems he needs - you almost miss the way his features contort, rolling through a myriad of emotion before settling into a defensive mask.

You hadn’t expected a bared soul or a confession of all his sins - you knew enough of them already - but you’d hoped for some semblance of honesty.

By his expression, you wonder if you’ll even get that.

“I was in an accident.” It’s short, terse and held tightly between his teeth.

You don’t mean it in any way but observational. “I see that.”

He still takes it the wrong way, scowl fitting like a glove. It steels his jaw and hardens the line of his mouth, the moulting of purple over and around his eye doing little to hide the storm that grows in his stare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You can feel a headache coming on - the first pinpricks of it just behind your eyes and at your temples. It forms in bits and pieces, a silhouette of a man that burns your retinas and makes your grit your teeth.

“Nothing, Kook.” It comes far more tired than you expect it to, weighed down by something you can’t quite place. It feels like you’ve run a marathon in this small room. You wonder if this is what it’s always like - draining and miserable and reminiscent of the hell of tenth grade gym class.

“I’m sorry.”

How many times has he said that now? Will it ever be enough? For him? For you?

You shake your head, a slow gesture that doesn’t really register at first. You’re so used to appeasing him - even three years later - and it comes of its own accord, bobbing your neck on your shoulders like second nature. You could hold it back, but you seem just as intent on repeating yourself as he does. “It’s fine.”

Maybe this is what the two of you are destined for - two lost lovers stuck on a merry-go-round.

“It’s not fine.” He’s released your hand now - you try to ignore the sudden, overwhelming disappointment that crashes into you like a tidal wave - and uses the bruised, bandaged one of his own to scrub down the side of his face. It’s a surprisingly tired gesture, as if all of a sudden the weight of his situation has settled on his shoulders. You barely catch the words that fumble out next, hidden behind the palm of his hand and the ink that swirls over his ink. “I just…”

You’re hopeful for a split second. Hopeful that he might let you in, despite the fact that you know you shouldn’t even be knocking at that door.

“I don’t want you to look at me differently.” It comes so small, your heart clenches in your chest.

Then you wonder - what had he done?

“I won’t.” It’s not a promise but it sounds like one, filled with sunbeams and reassurance. You wish you could offer it any other way, maybe with careful regard and just the right amount of distance. Instead, you’re committed, poker chips piled high on green felt. All or nothing. You can’t help it.

“I fucked up.”

For the first time, you see him as he was those years ago - full of promise and hope, eager for a taste of the unknown. You see him as the Jeon Jungkook you’d known and loved, vulnerability threaded through all five feet ten inches of his frame.

You want to help him. You shouldn’t, but you do. “You can tell me.”

“We just finished the tour.” Pride colours his answer in glimmering strands of gold, threads that glint as he speaks. Charisma oozes out of every pore, shimmering like precious stones hidden behind his molars and within his stare. It’s easy to understand how he’s done so well for himself. “I was… celebrating. You know.” You certainly don’t, but you nod along regardless. “Things got a little out of hand.”

His attention seems far away, focused on something you can’t see. He continues carefully, cherry picking his words.

“I probably shouldn’t have driven. She—” Everything comes to a stuttering halt, his doe-eyed stare suddenly finding yours with alarm. “—I mean, they. Uh.” The damage is already done. You can feel it taking root - that same hurt you’d felt creeping into your throat before you’d stepped foot into this space. You swallow it down as best you can, tearing your gaze from his to train somewhere on the cotton that rests in his lap.

“Go on.”

He’s stuttering just a bit, because he can’t help it. He knows he’s been caught. You know he’s been caught. Gone is the Jungkook you’d once known. You see him for all he is yet again - a poor boy dressed in leather and lies. It hurts far more than it should.

“Uh. W-w-we were in, uh, the car.” The intensity of his gaze feels like two little laser beams. You can practically feel them burning through the top of your head as you refuse to meet his eyes. “I was— I was drunk and I didn’t— I didn’t see the other car.”

You’ve heard enough.

You wonder if the way you’re staring at him now is the way he’d most feared. It must be by how his face falls, crumples like a house made of playing cards.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You mean it - really, you do - but that’s the only thing you can give him.

For his and for your sake, you need to leave. Now.

“Please remove me as your emergency contact.” Your voice wobbles, falling apart as you speak. You worry the tears will follow soon after. You can barely make out his expression, the wetness crowding heavily along your lashes and turning everything into a strange amorphous blob.

It’s getting harder to breathe the longer you stay. Each step towards the door feels like your head on the chopping block. Once you cross that threshold, it’ll be severed clean off. You’ll leave your heart in this room, with this boy who hasn’t grown a single day in the last three years.

You think he must be speaking to you but you can’t make it out. Everything’s muffled, like you’re underwater and about to drown. It fills your ears and steals your senses, narrowing your focus to the polished steel door handle that’s just within reach.

“I’m really, really glad you’re okay.” It’s all you can manage before the dam breaks and you’re throwing yourself into the hallway and the waiting arms of your brother. You don’t know how to stop the noise that rips out of your throat, wet and desperate and barely coherent.

Yoongi was right - you shouldn’t have come.

author note. this was quite short but it didn’t feel right with another scene added to it. the next chapters will move the story along a lot more. ty for reading! 💖

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jamaisjoons · 5 years

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ribbons | pjm & jjk

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 your boyfriend, jimin, arranges the best birthday present you could have ever asked for 〞established relationship au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader x jungkook

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 11k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public fingering, jungkook eating pussy like a champ in the back of a car, light bondage, dirty talk, dom! Jungkook, dom! Jimin, sub! Reader, use of sex toys, wax play, orgasm control, jimin being a freaky little voyeur, male masturbation, orgasm denial, pussy eating, squirting, cum eating, reader being punished with a hard spanking from the muscle bun, reader with a pain kink, praise, penetrative sex, handjob, creampie, breeding kink, impregnation kink, sloppy seconds, cum play, overstimulation, forced orgasm, soft jikook aftercare

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: those warnings,,,, 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,,, but anyway i’m still on writing hiatus until may 22nd cause of exams BUT!!!! it was my best friend and president of jikook nation @devotedpark‘s birthday yesterday (may the 4th be with u bitch) and so i wrote this for her as a birthday present! happy birthday bitch, i love u

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Dusk slowly approached as you wandered through the streets of soul, your heels clicking against the concrete of the pavement. The sky was tinged a beautiful dusky pink, blending in with a darker purple as the sun slowly set behind Seoul’s skyline. The spring air was slightly crisp, the surface of your skin prickling with goosebumps and you pulled your coat closer to your body. You were currently on your way towards Ossu Seiromushi, Seokjin’s newly opened restaurant. You had no idea what had been planned for you today; all you knew was that your amazingly thoughtful boyfriend, Park Jimin, had delivered a gorgeous bouquet of dark velvet red and pale champagne roses to your house today along with a note that said to ‘dress nice’ and meet him at Seokjin’s restaurant at precisely eight o’clock.

You had no idea why he’d said precisely eight o’clock. You see, after four and a half years, you knew your boyfriend and you knew him very well. Well enough to know, he’d be at least ten minutes late. And you weren’t wrong, it was currently five minutes to eight and he had just texted you to let you know he’d been delayed by fifteen minutes. And that was the exact reason you were currently wandering through the streets of Seoul, walking at your own pace. You were currently by the outskirts of Seokchon lake, strolling under a grove of cherry blossom trees, showers of blush pink petals scattering in the wind every time the trees rustled.

You continued aimlessly walking down the grove until you neared the streets that would lead you to Seokjin’s restaurant. You quickly glanced at your watch, realising you had about five minutes left until you had to meet your boyfriend. You picked up your pace and began meandering your way through the inner streets until you finally got to the restaurant. As usual, there was a queue of people awaiting to enter and be seated. You shot a sheepish, apologetic smile as you cut the queue. The people all groaning as you entered the restaurant, knowing you would have had a reservation before them. The maître d met you at the doors and almost instantaneously recognised you. He quickly bowed and gestured for you to follow him.

“____-ssi. Park-ssi is waiting for you” He said and you smiled as you followed him towards the back, where the private booths were. Jimin was already seated at the table, dressed impeccably in his black slacks, a dark blue velvet blazer and white t-shirt; the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing delicious smooth tan skin, the slight curve of his collarbones almost on display; his black Chanel necklace dangling just at the base of his throat. His hair was currently a light shade of blonde-brown and styled to the side, his forehead revealed. All in all, even sitting there, he looked like sex on legs; his shoulders relaxed as his eyes flit across the menu. The maître d beckons you to give him your coat and you slowly slide it off, handing it towards him.

“Park-ssi, your guest has arrived” The maître d says, announcing you before bowing and taking his leave. Jimin immediately turns his gaze towards you, his eyes roving over your figure.

“Wow… you look beautiful” Jimin says and you blush slightly under his perusal of your figure.

“Thank you” You reply and Jimin extends his hand, beckoning you to sit in beside him. You look at him questioningly but does as he says. Now that you think about it, the booth is bigger than it needs to be for just the two of you; it’s one continuous U-shaped sofa and could easily fit six people.

“Are people joining us?” You ask curiously and Jimin nods with a smile.

“We’ve been really busy since the comeback and promotions but Jungkookie and Hoseokie-hyung said they wanted to celebrate with us. Hobi-hyung is bringing Sooyun as well. They were just here, but they’ve-“ Jimin begins, however, he’s quickly cut off by the rest of your party.

“Wow speak of the devil” Jimin mutters as he gets up, letting you slide back out.

“____! Happy birthday! Sorry we’re late. Well we weren’t. We were here before but Hobi left the damn gift in the car so we went to get it” Sooyun quickly rambles as she pulls you into a hug and you laugh at her, hugging her back. As soon as Sooyun let’s go, Hoseok pulls you in for a hug.

“Happy birthday! Here, Yunnie picked it out, so if you hate it, yell at her” Hoseok says as he thrusts the gift into your hand. You hear Sooyun let out a yelp of protest before she smacks her boyfriend in the chest. Hoseok playfully shrieks as he rubs his chest; Sooyun sticking her tongue out in response.

“Happy birthday!” Jungkook says, smiling in his cute little bunny smile, from beside Hoseok and Sooyun. Although, despite his innocent smile, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes trail up and down your body. You stiffen slightly, trying to fight the blush that is no doubt crawling its way around your cheeks. You had always been attracted to Jungkook, something about his bunny smile paired with his rippling muscles always turned you on. However, you’d never act on it. It was just a small crush, brought from his playful teasing and cute charms. You’d never betray Jimin like that, especially with his maknae and group mate.

“Come on! Let’s sit and eat, Jimin said he had other plans for you later” Sooyun says and you quickly nod. The five of you begin sliding into the curved booth. Sooyun and Hoseok find themselves on one end, you and Jimin on the other as Jungkook sits in the middle, in the bend of the booth.

“So, what did Jimin get you?” Hoseok asks curiously and you frown slightly, knowing Jimin had yet to give you your present but just as you move to answer, Jungkook cuts you off quickly.

“Jimin and I got you a joint present, but I think he wanted to give it to you later” Jungkook says and you eye him curiously, wondering why and what they could have gotten you. Jimin’s present were usually well thought-out and incredibly personal; so, you really had no idea what or why it was a joined present this year.

“We’re going to have it brought to your apartment” Jimin says cryptically and you narrow your eyes at him. Perhaps it was a car? You had been complaining that you needed a new one soon, after your engine bust and left you stranded on the outskirts of Seoul one day. But that was far too extravagant a gift and not nearly as personal.

“Come on, let’s order. The food is amazing and Seokjin-hyung said it’s on the house, his present to you” Jimin said and you giggled. You could almost imagine the panic on Seokjin’s face when he had undoubtedly forgotten it was your birthday and thus came up with the plan of a free meal. The five of you quickly grabbed your menus and began perusing as you started passing comments between each other about what looked good, whether you could share (Jungkook was a firm no, it was his food even if he considered everyone else’s food free real estate) and what you’d order.

A short while later, the five of you fell into easy conversation; starters pilling onto the table as you began digging in. Part way through, Jungkook and Jimin had a small chopstick war on who could grab the last piece of sushi – Jungkook had, of course won, and you simply rolled your eyes; laughing it off with Sooyun and Hoseok. However, in doing so, you had missed the slight exchange between Jimin and Jungkook behind your head.

Soon, the mains started arriving and you were deep in conversation with Hoseok and Sooyun. Hoseok had finally decided it was time move out of the Bangtan dorms and in with Sooyun; especially considering he had just proposed to her. The two were now slowly settling into their beautiful apartment just outside Gangnam; close enough to Big Hit’s heart quarters and the boys’ dorm but far enough for them to still begin planning their wedding and thinking about starting their family. Sooyun rambled on and on, gushing about what their wedding theme would be and what she envisioned it being, Hoseok smiling softly at her as he indulged her.

You reached your chopsticks over for the rice, still engrossed in your conversation with Sooyun. In fact, you were so engrossed that you almost choked on your rice the second Jimin’s hand began pulling your dress up, slowly exposing your thighs under the table. Sooyun looked at you in alarm and hastily handed you a glass of water.

“Are you okay?” She asked and you frantically nodded, kicking Jimin lightly under the table before sending him a warning glare. He simply narrowed his eyes at you, pinching your thigh and you immediately knew what was coming. He was in a dominant mood and there was nothing you could do to stop whatever he had planned for you. You swallowed thickly, Jimin’s eyes signalling for you to act calm as his fingers slowly danced up and down supple flesh of your now exposed thighs.

“Yeah sorry, it just went down the wrong way” You excuse weakly. Jimin always did have a penchant for public foreplay; nothing turned him on more than riling you up in public where anyone could catch you. The thrill of the danger of being caught excited him far too much and there was nothing you could do but simply let it happen. You took in a deep breath and then smiled at Sooyun, beckoning her to continue. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin smirk as he continued his conversation with Jungkook across you.

You felt his plump finger lazily draw circles into your skin, slowly trailing higher and higher until his cool knuckles brushed against your heated, panty-covered core. You sucked in a deep breath as you felt him slowly pull your panties to the side, a finger tracing over your dewy folds. Your breathing because very slightly laboured as you felt the cold of his rings graze against your clit. The slight stimulation caused you to shift imperceptibly, trying to close your legs and deny him access. However, to your surprise, you felt another hand on your thigh slowly prying them apart and giving Jimin further access. Your head snapped to the side, eyes wide as you started at the maknae, even if his attention was solely on his conversation with Hoseok. Your gaze shifted down slightly, to where Jungkook’s larger palm was nonchalantly on your other thigh, keeping your leg slightly parted open.

“We were going to wait till later. But Jungkook and I thought we should give you part of our present now” Jimin said, his words whispered, disguised under the guise of brushing his lips against the side of your head. You heard Sooyun let out a soft coo at the action. If only she knew.

“What? What do you mean?” You stutter out, your core throbbing, you voice just barely above a breathless whisper. Did Jimin mean what you thought he meant?

“I know the way you look at him Angel. The way your eyes trail his body when he dances, when he’s in working out shirtless… I know you have a little crush on Jungkookie. But it’s okay, cause he has a crush on you too. And I love you both enough to share. Happy birthday Angel” Jimin says and you bite your lip, looking at him in a mix of uncertainty and excitement.

“Jimin…” You whisper, trailing off in slight uneasiness. It wasn’t a secret that Jimin was a jealous lover and a possessive boyfriend. He loved having you to himself, hated sharing and got angry even at the playful flirting between you and the rest of the boys; and yet here he was practically serving up one of your wildest fantasies on a silver platter.

“____, it’s okay. I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested or even asked Jungkook if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. But if you don’t feel comfortable, if you want to say no. Then that’s fine too” Jimin reassures and his voice is confident and full of assurance.

“Do you want this?” Jimin asks quietly, eyes earnestly watching you and you barely have to think on it. You know you want this. More than anything. It had been your deepest, darkest fantasy since you’d met the two boys. In fact, Jungkook had been the first one to grab your eye even if Jimin was the love of your life. Granted, you wouldn’t ever give Jimin up, but that didn’t mean you were stupid enough to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with both of them.

“Good girl, now open your legs for us. Jungkookie has fantastic fingers… or so I’m told” Jimin says when you nod your consent. You bite the inside of your lip and spread your thighs slightly. One of Jungkook’s palms immediately wraps around your thigh, hooking it over his own as he spread you out further, giving both of them unhindered access to your now pulsating cunt. You try and suppress your blush and a small part of your wants to shut them and run away. However, the bigger, exhibitionist side of you, has your nerves on fire and arousal practically leaking at being fingered in the restaurant, just opposite two of your best friends.

All thought of running however, disappear when Jungkook trails a finger up and down your slit. You lurch forward slightly, the action completely startling you. Luckily, you’re able to disguise it as a change in your seating, scooting slightly closer to Jungkook. Jungkook continues trailing his fingers up and down your dewy folds, Jimin own fingers joining the fray. Their touches are featherlight and simply not enough and each motion is slowly driving you crazy. You need more. You let out a barely audible whimper when you feel two of Jimin’s fingers slowly spread your lips open, peeling them apart and exposing your heated core to the cool of the restaurant. You feel Jimin flick his thumb over your clit before softly rubbing; brushing up and down as Jungkook’s fingers slowly slips down further, to where your core is practically dripping on the seat at this point. His slender pointed fingers gather your slick and rub them around your pussy before you feel the tip slowly begin slipping into your core.

Your grip on your chopsticks tighten as you try your best to keep a straight face, lest it crumples into one of pleasure and you give the game away. Luckily, Sooyun is once again rambling about her wedding plans and thus not paying too much attention to you. Your breath quickened slightly as you felt Jungkook shallowly pump his fingers in and out of you, Jimin’s thumb rolling your clit hard. You need more than that and you quietly buck into Jungkook, trying to urge him to delve deeper into you core. Jungkook heeds your wants and slips his finger in slowly as deep as he could before curling it in a ‘come hither’ motion, the pad of his thumb brushing against the spongy spot inside you and you bucked into his hand involuntarily. You saw him smirk from the corner of your eyes and a small, very miniscule part of you wants to reach over and smack that smirk off of his face. Or kiss it off. You’d settle for either at this point.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls his finger out and your walls flutter at the sudden emptiness, almost whining at the loss of his touch. However, you’re not disappointed for long because suddenly he’s plunging two fingers into you, opening you out for him. You jerk forward all of a sudden at the unexpected intrusion, your pussy pulsating around Jungkook’s digits as he slowly scissors you, spreading and stretching your pussy out. Sooyun and Hoseok jump in alarm, looking at you worriedly and you give them a sheepish smile, your face heating up in both embarrassment and arousal. Jungkook however doesn’t ceases his actions; instead he begins fucking his fingers into you quickly and you’re mortified to hear the slight squelching off your pussy. It’s barely audible over the rest of the hubbub of the restaurant, but you can hear it and that’s enough to set off the exhibitionist in you.

“Sorry, I just suddenly got a stomach cramp. I think I’ve eaten too much” You lie, swallowing thickly and praying that they believe your excuse. Meanwhile, Jimin’s pointer finger and thumb begin rolling your clit between his digits, lightly pinching and pulling.

“Angel, I’ve told you to be careful. You always do this” Jimin says as he moves his thumb from your clit, but his eyes glint evilly and a second later you know why. Not a moment after he finishes speaking, you can feel his slightly thicker, fingers slowly push into you beside Jungkook’s; his digits are thicker and simply add a pleasurable burn to your pussy as you’re fingered wide open for them. You let out a small whimper at the slight stinging in your walls, this time definitely audible.

“God, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need some painkillers? Maybe it’s time to call it a night?” Hoseok says looking at your face, now contorted into a grimace. Jungkook and Jimin pull their fingers out of you suddenly and you can breathe easier, the stinging sensation slowly ebbing away; however, you let out a whine at the sudden emptiness of your dripping cunt. You turn to Jimin, a pleading look on your face, as you silently beg him to get you out of here. Jimin slips your panties back into place and shifts your thighs, pulling your dress back down as Jungkook unhooks your thigh from around his.

“Yeah, Angel you don’t look so well. I think we should head home” Jimin says, his voice sweet and innocent as he discreetly wipes his sticky fingers on his napkin.

“Aww, but the food is so good… although, you really don’t look good ____. I think we should head off. Babe, do you wanna let the waiter know we’re done? I’ll help Jimin take ____ to the car” Sooyun offers and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, no Sooyun-ah. It’s okay. I didn’t bring my car so Jungkook said he’d drive us home. You can head off with Hobi-hyung and Kookie can help me with ____” Jimin says quickly and Sooyun nods as all of you get up. The four of you quickly exist, Hoseok joining once he lets the waiter know you were done and making sure it was charged to Seokjin’s tab.

“I had fun today ____, we should do it again! Next time we won’t overeat though” Sooyun says with a wink as she hugs you goodbye, Hoseok following her. Once the two have left, you turn to Jimin and Jungkook, eyes slightly narrowed.

“I cannot believe you did that!” You admonish but the two only smirk down at you. Jimin steps forehead and immediately your confidence deflates, your pussy clamping at how good your boyfriend looks in the low light of the restaurant and city lights.

“But you enjoyed it. And there’s a whole lot more where that came from” Jimin says, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to Jungkook’s car. He beckons you to slip into the backseat, and you quickly slide in. However, you don’t expect Jimin to walk over to the driver seat or Jungkook to slide in next to you. He turns to you with a small reassuring smile and you smile back, a light blush on your cheeks as you remember how good his fingers felt.

“Jungkookie, I’m going to drive us home where we’ll give ____ her entire present. Until then, I think you should make her scream” Jimin says as he looks at the two of you through the rear-view mirror. Your eyes widen slightly and Jungkook laughs.

“Gladly hyung” Jungkook says before turning to you. He pulls you in for a quick kiss, his soft lips pressing into you before breaking away and trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hands trail from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, fingers curling through his hair as he slowly pushes your body down on the seat. He kneels down on the floor of the car, the position slightly awkward.

Spreading your legs, Jungkook slips his hands under your dress and pulls your thong down your legs before bringing it up to his nose, inhaling deeply with a groan. You watch his actions with lust filled, half lidded eyes, Jungkook’s large, doe eyes stare directly into yours as he slowly spreads your legs, exposing your bare pussy to his eyes. He lets out a small hiss at how wet you are, slightly swollen from being fingered, lips and clit puffy with arousal. He licks his lips and nuzzles his nose against your folds, whining at the smell of your sweet pussy.

“I knew you’d have a pretty cunt. God, you smell so good. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to taste this pretty little pussy” Jungkook confesses and you’re taken aback by the sudden dirty talk. You had no idea that sweet, innocent little Jungkook could say such words. Your core flutters and you know Jungkook sees from the way he licks his lips, eyes staring directly at your cunt.

He lunged forward and pressed his soft lips against your folds, licking along the slit in one slick motion, revelling in the way you begin leaking with each passing second. You shudder in arousal and spread your legs even further, trying to give him as much access as you possible can. Your hands slowly delve into his hair, finger nails raking along his scalp as he moves his tongue up and down your slick pussy lips, tasting each and every inch of you except for that one spot. You throw your head back, hitting it against the car seat as your eyes flutter closed, revelling in the way his tongue works you over. Your hips slowly begin rocking against his face, Jungkook’s hands trailing under you to grip handfuls of your fleshy ass, pulling your hips off of the seat and closer into his face.

“Jung-kook, please” You stammer, as he continuously avoids your clit. Your head lolls to the side and you try to open your eyes but suddenly he’s plunging his tongue inside you, slurping at your juices and you buck hard into his mouth, your eyes shutting from ecstasy once again. You feel Jungkook smirk against your folds but you’re too far gone to care. Your stomach clenches and you can feel the coil in your stomach slowly tighten as you feel your orgasm nearing.

“Fuck that’s so hot… we’re almost home. Jungkook, make her cum” Jimin orders and Jungkook moans at the way your pussy clamps around his tongue. Jungkook’s tongue begins moving even faster, lashing against your cunt as he eats you out messily. His lips are soaked in your juices and the car is filled with the scent of your musk, the sound of your soft whimpers and your soaked pussy.

All of a sudden, Jungkook’s lips wrap around your engorged, neglected little bundle of nerves. You let out a small shriek, hips bucking wildly, fingers tightening in his hair as he begins suckling and nibbling. Your thighs begin shaking and when Jungkook sucks particularly hard, you cum all of a sudden. You cry out his name, your stomach clenching as your muscles contract forcefully, back arching violently. Jungkook continues suckling on the nib, nipping it gently and licking torturously slow as he draws out your orgasm. His hands on your ass gripping tighter as he pulls your pussy flush against his lips; eyes focus on the way your face is crumpled into an expression of pure, unadultered rapture.

You cum wet and Jungkook groans at the sudden gush of wetness from your core, his mouth detaching from your clit to move back to your core. His lips suckle at your honeyed hole, tongue laving and lapping up all your cum as you continuously gush out and onto his tongue. You’re thick and sticky in his mouth, his tongue completely coated with the taste of you. He swallows your cum, drinking you up as if a man starved. Your legs continuously shake around his face as you breathe heavily, the high of your orgasm slowly ebbing away and leaving you with nothing but the need to be filled up.

The car comes to a halt, the two of you jerking slightly. Jungkook catches you quickly and you lay limp against him. Your muscles feel like jelly and you’re far too lethargic in your post orgasmic bliss to move. You hear a car door opening and suddenly Jimin is by your side, slowly picking up your limp form. You press lazy kisses into his jaw, hands trailing all over his chest.

“Want you. Want you both in me” You say, voice slightly whiny and Jimin’s grip around your waist tightens.

“Don’t worry Angel, the night hasn’t ended yet” Jimin says and you can hear the slight threat in his voice. With each passing second, the euphoria of your high fades and you slowly come to. Excitement buzzes in your veins as Jimin and Jungkook enter your building. The three of you walk over to the lift, and before long you’re at your apartment door.

Jimin quickly finds your keys in your purse, unlocking your door. He gestures of Jungkook to carry you into your room. You can hear them speaking to each other, but it’s too quiet for you to discern what it is exactly that they are saying. You don’t have to wait for long however because soon Jungkook is grabbing you by the waist and dragging you to your bedroom, Jimin wandering off somewhere else. You and Jungkook stand in the threshold of your bedroom, his eyes gazing down at you as he takes in your beautifully flushes faced and blown out eyes; undoubtedly your body still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Jungkook’s hand moved to cup your neck, fingers splaying across the delicate flesh of your throat. His other hand wandered around to the tie at the back of your dress; the only thing keeping the wrap of your dress held together.

Nimble fingers slowly untie the ribbons; the material of your dress falling open and exposing some of your flesh to the chill of your room. Jungkook’s mouth dries up as he slowly unwraps you; his long dexterous fingers slowly slide across the smooth expanse of your back and you let out a quiet gasp as his cold palms brush against your warm skin. Jungkook presses his palm firmly into the small of your back and pulls you in close. He slowly walks you backwards, pushing you until your knees hit the bend and then he gets to work. Bending over, his lips brush against your throat, your head thrown back as you bear the rest of your neck to him. He slowly hunches over, pressing soft kisses against your collar bone as he slowly slides your dress off of you, kissing each inch of skin as it’s slowly exposed.

He brushes the material off your body, leaving you completely exposed; standing completely naked in front of him. Your nipples immediately harden from the cold of your room and Jungkook’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your flushed body, breath slightly laboured. His hand moves to grip at your hip, thumb brushing against your hip bone. Slowly he teases his hands up your side before cupping your breast from the side, flicking your nipple up and down between his thumb. You let out a small whine and arch into his touch, Jungkook groaning from above you.

“Gods, you have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this. How much it killed me knowing Jimin got to see you fucked out under him every day. You’re so beautiful, it’s not fair he gets to have you to himself. I should have had you, I saw you first. It’s not fair” Jungkook confesses, eyes dark with desire and truth as he takes in every single inch of your body. You can almost cut the tension with a knife as you stare at Jungkook, unsure of what to do or say because how do you respond to your boyfriend’s best friend practically confessing to you just before you engage in a threesome with said boyfriend’s best friend and boyfriend.

“It’s not my fault I plucked the courage to ask her out first” Jimin suddenly says and suddenly you’re blushing, guilt almost pooling in your stomach. But Jimin’s tone is light and teasing and you wonder if something was going on that you didn’t know. Jungkook lets out a small scoff before shrugging.

“Did you get it?” Jungkook asks and Jimin nods before brandishing a roll of three-inch-wide, red silk ribbon along with a few other items that he keeps hidden from view in a bag. Your abdomen immediately plummets and your loins ignite with fire as you imagine just what they’ve planned for you.

“Get on the bed Angel, on your knees” Jimin commands and you slowly comply on shaky legs. You turn around crawl towards the middle of the bed, Jungkook and Jimin sucking in a breath as they take in the sight of your rounded ass, wet pussy peeking through your soft fleshy thighs. You turn yourself over and place your wrists together in front of you, legs under you with your knees bent.

“Fuck… that’s a beautiful sight” Jungkook says as he takes the ribbon and slowly wraps them around your wrists, binding them together. He brings them up to his lips and presses a soft kiss on the heel of your palms.

“Is that alright? Too tight?” Jungkook asks, concern etched on his face and you move your wrists slightly before shaking your head. The ribbons are secure enough to keep your wrists bound, the material of the silk soft and leaving enough space for your blood to circulate.

“No, it’s perfect thank you” You say with a slight blush and Jungkook smiles his little bunny smile above you.

“Do you have a safe word Sweetheart?” Jungkook asks and you feel your core throb, wondering just what they had in store that may require you to use your safe word. Meanwhile, Jimin slowly pulls up a chair, making himself comfortable as he watches the two of you with dark eyes. You assume he’s not going to join in until later, simply watching his best friend fuck you. The thought turns you on beyond what you thought was possible.

“Raspberries” You reply and Jungkook and he nods before placing another kiss on your temple. And then he flips you over onto your knees so fast, you almost get whiplash. You’re slightly reeling from his sudden change in demeanour; long gone the innocent little maknae and in his place a muscular, 21-year old man, who’s ready to fuck you until you’re quivering.

“You’ve got the nicest ass, you know?” Jungkook says before spanking it, watching the way it jiggles. You let out a small moan and thrust your ass back out, shaking it slightly.

“Fuck, if I’d known how submissive you really were… I’d have fucked you long ago” Jungkook groans, his voice a couple octaves deeper, voice gravelly and dripping with his Busan Satoori.

His hands wandered along the length of your back before cupping one of your ass cheeks in his huge palm, slowly spreading it open. You bit your lip, head burrowing into the pillow as you were completely exposed for him. You feel one of his other hands brush against your hot, dewy lips. You’re complete drenched now. Strings of your arousal drip out of you in thick gloopy strands. Your thighs glisten under the light, your arousal leaking out of you in such copious amounts Jungkook had a feeling he could just slide into you without any resistance.

“Jungkook-“ You groan out, his thumbs slowly spreading your cunt open. He places a soft kiss against your cunt and then he’s gone. You try to turn around but hear a tut of disapproval from your boyfriend.

“I don’t think we gave you permission to move Angel. Stay like that” Jimin orders and you whimper, your head turning back to burry into the sheets. You feel as if you’re on the edge of a knife, ass up in their air, thighs spread and face buried in the mattress and bound hands attempting to brace your body against the mattress. You can’t see what’s going on, but you can hear the rustling of plastic as Jungkook moves around. The tension is slowly driving you wild, unsure of what to do or what’s coming. You’re a sitting duck.

Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound and then Jungkook’s fingers are pushing a vibrator through your pussy lips. You let out a small shriek at the sudden intrusion, thighs quivering as he works the length of the small vibrator into you. The low, powerful vibrations rock throughout your walls, the stimulation forcing your pussy to clamp and clench uncontrollably. Jungkook slowly pushes in, until finally you feel the slightly flared base against the outer walls of your cunt. Jungkook spanks your ass again and you whimper under him, grinding against the air, thighs quivering with each and every one of the strong vibrations right at the apex of your thighs.

“I’m going to play with you like this Sweetheart, but don’t you dare cum. If you do, I’ll punish you” Jungkook warns and you let out a small groan as your pussy gushes with another stream of your slick.

Your body is already growing incredibly sensitive, especially with your previous orgasm and you’re unsure how you’re supposed to control yourself and stop yourself from cumming. Sweat beaded along your forehead as you tried to think of something, anything else to stop yourself from being pushed over the edge. A small part of you wanted to cum and accept the punishment; but you had no idea just how Jungkook would punish you and the other part of you didn’t want to take the chance. You bite your lips and attempt to shift, closing your thighs but it only causes the vibrations to intensifying, making you let out a small whine.

“Keep your thighs spread sweetheart. I don’t want you to move” Jungkook ordered and you almost sob at how unfair he’s being. You clench your fists into the sheets, nails digging into your palm and then Jungkook is turning your head slightly. You come face to face with Jimin and suddenly, you’re cursing him for the unfairness all over again.

There, sat on the seat, is your boyfriend. He’s still completely dressed in his suit, top button undone. But his hair is sweaty and pushed back, his trousers unbuttoned and cock pulled out. It stands high, at an average length but so achingly thick. His posture is relaxed, one hand gripping his thick shaft and mindlessly playing with the angry red head as his gaze is focused on you. The scene is completely erotic and you try to focus on something else, but the sight of Jimin’s cock just draws you in no matter how much you want to look away.

You don’t have to worry for too long however. Because suddenly, you feel the searing sensation of burning hot wax on the small of your back, just at the top of your fleshy ass cheeks. You let out a hiss of pain laced with pleasure, back arching and legs shaking as the wax begins cooling against your skin. You let out a small cry, the pain of the wax mingling with the pleasurably vibrations between your legs. There’s no way you won’t cum, you can already feel your end nearing and Jungkook has barely even begun playing with you.

“Oh… gods” You breathe out, your voice stuttered as Jungkook drips another few drops of the wax on your skin, this time just above your pussy. You bite your lip so hard, you break the skin and the taste of metal iron fills your mouth. Jungkook pressed a kiss to your pussy, the vibrator shifting slightly and nudging against your g-spot. You buck your hips, trying to get away from him but Jungkook continuously alternates between dripping the hot wax on your skin and peppering light kisses, trying to alleviate the smarting skin.

“Please… Jungkook, I’m going to cum” You mewl, you can feel the intense pooling of heat in your abdomen and no you’re end is near. You buck into him, wanting more as your toes clench and unclench in anticipation. And then, suddenly it all stops. Jungkook rips the vibrator out of you and your pussy is clenching around nothing.

“No! Please!” You scream, begging for release but Jungkook simply tuts, spanking your ass.

“I said no” Jungkook says and you can feel the way he’s eying your leaking hole, watching the way your muscles imperceptibly shake. You can feel the impending orgasm slowly fade away and you’re left feeling empty again. And then Jungkook is pushing the vibrator back into you. You let out a little squeal, the powerful vibrations once again rocking through your entire body. Jungkook begins dripping wax over you again, this time on different erogenous spots on your back as he suckles tiny kisses into your inner thighs, leaving little flower bruises.

The intensity of the vibrations and Jungkook’s ministrations quickly bring your orgasm back with a raging vengeance. However, Jungkook can now spot the signs of your oncoming climax and once again he’s pulling away just at the crux of your high. You let out a pained cry as once again your orgasm is ripped away from you. You cry in frustration, small tears rolling down your cheeks as you practically beg him to let you cum. Jungkook’s refuses, simply waiting for your approaching orgasm once again fade away. And then it begins all over again, Jungkook pushing the vibrator into you.

“Don’t cum. I’m not going to control it now. If you cum, I will punish you” Jungkook warns once again and you shake your head with a cry, knowing that there’s no way you’d be able to stop yourself from cumming at this point.

You’re far too sensitive, your nerves burning with pleasure and pussy almost painfully aching from hypersensitisation and the continuous pulsing of the vibrator in your pussy. And then abruptly, you felt the sweltering sensation of wax near your clit. You all but scream at the pain and then he’s peeling off the cooled wax and wrapping his mouth around the small bundle of nerves, soothingly laving at it. He lightly suckles your clit and you know you’re fucked.

The mixture of the pain along with Jungkook’s suckling mixed with the vibrations in your pussy push you over the edge. You cum and you cum hard, screaming out his name as your muscles lock. Your back arches and you throw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Jungkook continues suckling at your clit, his fingers now thrusting the vibrator in and out of you and suddenly your vision goes white, black spots blinding your vision.

Jungkook jerks back slightly when your force of your contracting pussy pushes the vibrator out of you. And then you’re gushing, your pussy squirting all over his shirt and the bed; leaving everything wet and covered in your cum. His mouth wraps around your leaking hole, lapping at your quivering walls and drinking in your thick cum. You cry out his name, begging him to stop as your body is pushed into oversensitivity, wrists fighting the bindings so that you could push him off of you. But Jungkook continues, drawing out of orgasm and then forcing you to ride out the aftershocks.

When your orgasm finally subsides and you come back too, your vision clearing, the first thing you see is Jimin stroking his cock. His thumb slowly playing with his head as he rubs around his leaking precum. His cock looks wet and sticky and you yearn to wrap your mouth around his cock and have him fuck your face. Your legs are still shaking and you whine as Jungkook continuously laps at your dripping cum. You feel the wet, stickiness of the sheets around you and groan as you realised you squirted. Jungkook finally pulls away and then he’s grabbing your hair, pulling it and turning you to face him. He’s got a domineering look on his face, lips pulled into a smirk as he towers over you.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to cum Sweetheart. I think you need to be reminded off who’s in charge” Jungkook says and you immediately blanch, your blood running cold. You feel his large hand pushing your head back into the bed and you try to plead with him, but you’re cut off by a loud slap that echoes through the room and a sudden stinging sensation on the flesh of your ass, a cry forcing itself out of you. Jungkook smirks above you, his large hand raised before bringing it down hard against your supple ass once again, watching with lust as your ass ripples under him while you cry out loudly. His spanks are harder than before, the punishing force behind each and every impact increasing with each and every one of his spanks.

“Be quiet Sweetheart, unless you want someone to hear you” Jungkook warns as he continues spanking your ass until it’s raw and bruised. His words fall on deaf ears however as you continuously scream and cry out under him, tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried to shift your ass to evade the blows. Your hips raised up and moved side to side to try and dodge the spankings, but each and every one of Jungkook’s strikes land on target. You sob and struggle under him, wrists pulling at the silk ties binding your hands as you try and keep yourself up right but your actions only feed into Jungkook’s spank as he continues his punishment, your ass growing redder and redder as he continued.

“Jungkook… stop… oh god please. It hurts,” You beg and cry under him as pain flares along your ass cheeks. Jungkook simply moves his hand down slightly, spreading out his spanks as he begins to slap your thighs, the sensation making you squeal in protest. Jungkook’s hand pulls your head up by your hair, but he continues slapping your ass.

You’re crying freely now, makeup smeared and undoubtedly messy as you stare at the way Jimin is furiously palming his cock, his gaze focused on your ass. The sight of your tears however, has Jimin immediately getting up and walking over to you. His face is etched into one of concern as he kneels in front of you. His hands slowly wipe at your tears, kissing your face. He looks at your crying, screaming form as Jungkook continuously spanks your ass raw. Jimin’s eyes search your face, eyebrows creasing slightly as he realises how intensely Jungkook is spanking your ass.

“Angel… do you need to use the safe word? You remember it right? It’s raspberries” Jimin says, slightly concerned that you may have forgotten as he soothingly wipes your tears away. He knows you enjoy pain mixed with your pleasure, but he was worried that Jungkook was pushing you beyond what you could handle and that the pain was outdone by the pleasure. However, to his surprise, he’s cut off when you shake your head, your demeanour changing slightly as you stop evading the blows. Jungkook watches you carefully, his spanks slowing down as you whimper and cry beneath him. Jimin sends Jungkook a look and he spanks you one last time. Jimin picks you up and kisses you softly, your body still shaking and ass smarting. Jungkook’s palm slowly smooths over your burning ass, appreciating his work and cooing you with soft kisses to your temple.

“Shh. Angel, shhh, stop crying now. It’s okay, you did so well. You were so good for Jungkookie. You took your punishment so well Angel. You’re such a good girl” Jimin praises as he joins Jungkook in peppering your temple wit soft kisses. You hiccup between them, the tears finally stopping, your hips squirming from the sensation of Jungkook’s jean glad thighs brushing against your red raw ass. Jimin begins playing with your clit, amazed at how sopping wet you still are.

“You were so good Sweetheart. So good. Our baby deserves a reward” Jungkook groans as his fingers join Jimin’s in playing with your pussy. Jimin slowly kisses down your body before pressing light kisses into your breast. His mouth takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and nibbling lightly as Jungkook mindlessly teased your pussy.

“Please. Please, I need you in me. Anywhere, please” You beg, your throat hoarse and gravelly from screaming.

“I think you deserve that after being such a good girl” Jungkook says. You hear the rustling of clothing as you assume Jungkook begins stripping, Jimin still licking and suckling at your nipples.

Jungkook spreads your legs slightly, rubbing his length up and down your completely sodden pussy, teasing your engorged clit and sending electrical waves of pleasure running up and down your spine. Jungkook leans over slightly, kissing the back of your shoulder blade. You trembled in anticipation as Jungkook loomed over you. His thumbs slowly spread your cunt open, exposing the wet flesh of your insides and he lets out a little groan, eyes fixated on the way your pussy pulsates.

“God, you look so tight, but you’re so wet you’re dribbling all over the bed” Jungkook says, and then he’s spitting on his cock, rubbing it up and down before slowly guiding his cock into you. You whimper when the tip of his cock presses against the tight ring of muscle, not enough to penetrate but enough to tease.

“Do you want Kookie to fuck you Angel? I know I do. I want to watch as he fucks you open. I want to watch him fill you up with cum. And then I’ll fill you up with my cum too. Would you like that Angel?” Jimin asks, breaking away from your tits to stare at you deeply. You nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to have both their seed dripping out of you.

“Then tell him. Ask Jungkook to fuck you” Jimin says, pushing your hair behind your forehead. You’re currently on your knees, face to chest with Jimin, your bound wrists wresting against Jimin’s chest, palms pressing into the skin.

“Jungkook… fuck me please” You beg, head turning back and looking at him with pleading eyes. The way you beg has Jungkook losing all semblance of his restraint and he rears his hips back before thrusting forward with every ounce of his strength.

The rounded head of his dick paired with your slick easily has him forcing his way inside of you. Jungkook continues pushing in and you let out a shuddering scream, body shaking at the intrusion. He’s incredibly thick, not as thick as Jimin, but considerably longer. Jungkook continues pushing into you, manoeuvring his hips so that he can fit into the tight velvet cavern that is your pussy. The action forces a scream out of you, hips rotating and body shaking as you tried to take him all into you. You mouth gapes open, panting loudly and almost losing consciousness at the feeling of finally being so full.

“Oh fuck” Jungkook hisses as he finally bottoms out. He stills suddenly, one to allow your incredibly tight pussy to grow accustomed to his size, but also so he doesn’t cum from the sweeping moment of the incredible tightness of your rippling pussy. A couple moments later, Jungkook begins pulling himself out, groaning at the way your pussy clamps around him, trying to keep him inside. The sight is too much for him and he begins a punishing pace, mercilessly thrusting his cock into your body, forcing cries of pleasure out from under you.

“Is Kookie fucking you good Angel?” Jimin asks, his lips pressing into the supple skin of your throat. You nod above him, breathing heavily as you attempt to unbutton Jimin’s shirt with shaky hands. Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his own fingers helping you in ridding him off his suit blazer and shirt. As soon as his chest is exposed, you press your palms against it, slowly kissing and licking at his collarbones, leaving dark bruises in your wake.

Your skin is sweat soaked and only aids in the slapping noises of your skins against each other. Your muscles tense and flex involuntarily under Jungkook from the waves of pleasure wrought on your body from his thick cock spearing into you. Your hips roll to meet with each and every one of his thrusts, the loud slap of your meeting hips echoing through the room. Jimin grabs you by the throat, and pulls you up for another kiss, your body jerking against him with the force of each and every one of Jungkook’s thrusts. One of Jimin’s hands moves to play with your clit, causing you to let out a strangled cry, your hands reaching out to grasp Jimin’s cock.

“Fuck. Yeah, wank me off baby. God you’re so good. Does it feel good? Does it feel good having Jungkook fuck you open? Is he fucking you good Angel?” Jimin asks, his cock thrusting into your palms. You nod frantically, loving the way Jungkook’s head brushes against you g-spot every time he fucks into you. Jimin throws his head back, roughly thrusting his hand between your palms, the way his cock brushes against the soft silk only adding to his pleasure.

Jungkook forces himself deeper into you, your cries growing louder as his hips slam viciously into your still raw ass, the painful stings from your previous punishment mingling in with the smacking of his hips against your ass. The combined pain and pleasure has your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your toes begin curling, voice straining as your moans grow louder when you feel your orgasm approaching. Jimin smirks above you and then suddenly he’s pressing the vibrator against your clit.

“Chim- KOOK” You scream both their names, your body lurching and muscles flexing uncontrollably as Jimin presses the vibrator firmly and harshly against your throbbing clit. You breathing labours as you pant between them. Your fingers flex against Jimin’s cock, the soft tremors of them stimulating Jimin even further.

“Are you cumming Angel? Cum. Cream Jungkookie’s cock with your cum” Jimin orders. Jungkook has lost himself in the slick tightness that was your pussy, the sounds of his hip slapping against your still sensitive ass filling his ears. You begin crying out loudly, both his and Jimin’s ministrations finally becoming too much. Tears prickle in your ears and you cry out their names loudly as you finally relax and begin cumming around Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook hisses at the way you tighten, both of you moaning and grunting, hips rolling and grinding in a stilted rhythm as you both hit the crux of your climax. Jungkook roars and shoves you forward, forcing you to release Jimin’s cock as he thrusts as hard and fast as he could into your body. You grip the covers at the edge of the bed, as Jungkook jackhammers into you with all his might. His chest is pressed against your back, raging cocking pulsating and burning inside you. Your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, velvety walls ripping around his smooth shaft.

Finally, with one last thrust, he climaxes. His cum erupts out of his dick, exploding inside you in an eruption of a white warm mess. He pushes his cock as deep into you as he could, filling you with his thick cum. You scream at the sensation of him cumming in your pussy, his load so hot that it feels like it’s burning you alive. Your pussy clenches tight, gripping Jungkook so tight that it practically tries to expel him out of you, making him whine in oversensitivity. You panted, body flopping into the mattress and muscles quivering as you both came down from your highs, Jungkook’s cock still buried deep inside you.

Jimin removes the vibrator from your clit and pushes Jungkook away. He flips you over onto your back, loving the way your tits bounce when you flop on the mattress below him. Jimin slowly spread your legs, watching in perverse satisfaction at the way Jungkook’s cum spills out of your fucked open cunt. Jimin rubs his cock up and down your pussy lips and you shake your head, far too sensitised. Jimin’s fingers play with the cum dripping out of you, his thick fingers sticking into you and pulling out Jungkook’s cum before pushing it back into you.

“Shit, Angel. Kookie’s cum is dripping out of you. He filled you up so much baby, fuck his baby into you” Jimin groans as he continues scooping Jungkook’s cum out of you, only to push it back into you. You whined at the stimulation, your pussy still in the aftershocks of your last orgasm. You feel Jungkook flop down beside you, his chest heaving. He flips onto his slide, pressing his head against your tits and soft playing with your sensitive nipples.

“I fucked her belly full of my seed, she’s going to be so swollen with my baby” Jungkook replies, his voice slightly taunting and Jimin let’s out a mix of a strained moan of pleasure and a possessive growl. He pushes his cock into you all of a sudden and you cry out with a yelp, wrists straining against the ribbons as you tried to push him away. Jungkook grabs your wrists and pulls them above you, keeping them locked in his grip. Jimin slides his cock in easily, the stretch slightly painful from both his enormously thick girth and the oversensitivity of your walls.

Jimin bends over and plunges his tongue into your mouth, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. He bites your lip gently, drawing out a pleasurable moan from you as he continues thrusting his cock into your tight cunt. Jimin pulls out completely, watching the way his cock leaves your pussy completely drenched in a mixture of both yours and Jungkook’s cum before thrusting back in. Your pussy squelched, the remnants of Jungkook’s cum being fucked both in and out of you from Jimin’s punishing pace. You cried underneath him, sobbing out his name as your pussy ached from both his and Jungkook’s battering.

“Jimin, I can’t please” You beg but Jimin simply growls.

“Not until I’ve fucked my cum into you Angel. Jungkook got to breed your pretty little pussy, but now it’s my turn. I’m going to fuck you so hard and then I’m going to fill this pretty cunt with my cum. Jungkookie and I are gonna get you nice and pregnant. Get you all swollen with our babies and then we’ll fuck even more of our cum into you” Jimin growls, his voice low and harsh and you throw your head back, pussy clamping at his words. Jimin hisses, one hand moving to play with your clit.

“You like that sweetheart? Yeah you do. I know you do. You love the idea of the both of us filling you with our cum. Breeding you over and over again until you’re leaking with our cum for days. Do you want that?” Jimin asks and you whine, your hips thrusting into his. Jimin however, doesn’t accept that as an answer and pinches your clit, drawing another cry out of you.

“I asked you a question Angel. Do you want me to fill you with my cum? To fill you up until you’re all swollen with my seed? Carrying my babies?” Jimin asked, angling his cock to thrust against your g-spot repeatedly. He spreads your legs wider, burying his cock into the hilt repeatedly, ball deep in your cunt; pelvic bone skimming across your clit with every thrust. One of his hands moves to splay against your abdomen, pressing into you and forcing you to tighten around him, feeling him deep in your guts.

“Yes! Please! Please cum in me. Fill me up with you cum… Jimin please” You plead, voice cracking as your throat strains to get the words out. Jimin grips your thigh, pushing it against your chest. The change in position allows him even deeper into you. You mewl under him, Jimin’s hands gripping at your hips and pulling you into his cock. He began impaling his cock even faster into you, his hips moving as a blur, his dick pumping into you over and over again.

Jimin shifted once again, knowing exactly where all your sweet spots are. You let out a small cry when his tip hammered into your g-spot over and over again, screeching out his name. You could feel your womb begin to tighten again, your words now incoherent as you lost every semblance of sanity. Your muscles contracted and you pulled against your restraints, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and pull him close to you. Jimin hissed, his hand moving down and pulling the leg that was pressed against your chest over his shoulder.

Jimin moves his hand back to your clit, fingers playing with your clit, rolling, prodding and pinching the nub as you cried out. You were far too gone into your own pleasure to know what was going on anymore, lost in the euphoric haze that was your building orgasm. All you could feel was Jimin fucking into you as hard and fast as he could, the way he grunted and panted over you, the sound of your skin slapping against each other. Jimin felt you walls clamp around him rhythmically once again and knew your orgasm was drawing nearer.

“Jimin…” You breathed out and your boyfriend shuddered at the sound. He bent over, capturing your lips between his.

“I know. It’s okay, last one. Last one and I’ll cum in you and fill you up okay? Just give me one more. Cum for me one more time” Jimin says, and then he pinches your clit. You still under him, Jimin continuously thrusting and when he pushes in particularly deep, you have no choice but to cum all over him. Jimin hisses, feeling you clamp uncontrollably around him. The leg braced against his shoulder rattles against his chest as he licks the outer shell of your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut and you vision goes blank for the second time that night, blinding white spots filling your vision. Jimin feels you clamp up, tighter than before and he knows you’re cumming from the way you whine and writhe underneath him. He feels you squirt around him and lets out a soft groan. Jimin pushes himself as deep as he possibly could before feeling his balls tighten. He roars out your name, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out of him and into your willing body. He groans, hips moving in small thrusts as he fills you up to the brim, displacing Jungkook’s cum with his own. Both your breaths are laboured, tingles running up and down his spine as you quiver under him. The two of you gasp for air, as you came down from your highs.

Jimin pulls out, watching the way his cum spills out of your fucked-out hole. His fingers push into you, making you whine and struggle against your restraints as you try to push him away. When Jimin finishes pushing his cum back into you, he flops over you, arms braced on either side of you, Jungkook rolling to the side to give him more space. He takes in your face, your eyes barely managing to stay open, sweat soaked skin plastered to your face. You’re still twitching every now and then and a small part of him feels guilty for pushing you so far. He draws back onto his knees and begins undoing the ribbons around your hands.

His eyes droop slightly at the slight red bruising around your skin from where you pulled against the restraints. He brings your wrists to his lips and pressed soft kisses into them. Jimin moves from between your thighs and you moan in protest when you attempt to close them, the discomfort of being stretched and battered so much already settling in. Jimin presses light kisses against your temple before getting up and moving towards your bathroom. Faintly you heard him running the bath and sighed, knowing that you were too tired to do anything but needed the soothing relief of the warm water considering every single one of your muscles was protesting.

You feel Jungkook press into your side, his face nuzzled into your throat, pressing lazy kisses into the skin. You stiffen slightly, unsure of how to react. You know that Jimin had given him permission to fuck you, but this was beyond sex. This was intimate. The way he pressed kisses into your neck, the feel of his naked body against yours, the way his hand wandered up and down your body, caressing your abdomen and breast. A small part of you wondered how he went from being so dominant in bed to being such a baby within the span of two minutes. Just as you’re about to say something, the two of you hear Jimin call out.

“Guk, bring her here. Her bath is ready” Jimin calls and Jungkook gets up and slips his hands under you, carrying you bridal style. You whine in pain when your muscles smart, the achy soreness crying out for the feel of a warm bubble bath.

When you get to the bathroom, you realise Jimin has already stripped down and submersed himself in the bath. Jungkook carefully places you between Jimin’s spread legs before climbing in on the opposite end. It’s a tight squeeze, but somehow you manage. Jungkook pulls your feet into his lap, skilled arms running over your calves and slowly massaging them under the warm soapy water. Your head lolls back to rest between the crook of Jimin’s neck and collarbone, Jimin’s hands running over your soft belly before light massaging your thighs.

You let out a little sigh of content, enjoying the feel of both men running their hands over your aching muscles, soothing the soreness in them. You briefly feel Jimin’s fingers press into your pussy, running his hands through the folds as he cleans you off of their dried cum as thoroughly as he can. Jungkook reaches for your loofa, running the abrasive material against your right leg, pulling it up to press a soft kiss on your ankle before repeating his actions on the second leg. You heart speeds up at his thoughtful actions and you want to be grateful but it only brings you more confusion as to not only your feelings towards him, but also why Jimin was so okay with you sharing such intimate moments with him.

“Are you enjoying your birthday present Angel?” Jimin asks, pressing a light kiss on your shoulder and you preen under his attention but your brows furrow slightly

“I thought it was just the sex that was the present?” You ask curiously and Jungkook looks at you slightly nervously, Jimin chuckling.

“Angel… yes it was. But it’s more than that. I meant what I said, I don’t mind sharing you with Jungkook. He likes you and I know you like him too. That is, if you want this to be a thing. It can just be sex. It can just be a one-time thing. But if you want to be in a relationship with both of us, that’s okay too. Your choice Angel” Jimin says and you abruptly understand the nervousness on Jungkook’s face.

You’re unsure of what to think. A hundred thoughts are running through your head. How would this turn out? Jimin was jealous and Jungkook was competitive. But they were also best friends and group mates, you didn’t want this to come between them. Also, how would it work? You and Jimin have been in a relationship for years, what would it be like introducing Jungkook into it? Would your friends accept? Polyamorous relationships were slowly becoming more normal but that didn’t mean it wasn’t frowned upon. And then what about their fans? Would they approve? Would they send you hate? Would they hate the boys? There were hundreds of cons as to why this wouldn’t work, but as you looked at Jungkook’s face, you realised it didn’t matter. There were pros and cons to every relationship. But there was only one thing, one pro that really mattered. And that was, that you had feelings for both Jimin and Jungkook.

You looked at Jungkook’s nervous face. His hair slightly wet and flipping in front of his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted slightly, in one of both fear, nervousness and hope. His large doe eyes looked at you pleading but also a part of you knew that if you said no, he’d bow out graciously. Jungkook runs the loofa against the bottom of your calf, breaking your gaze as he awaits your decision with bated breath. Your face softens at his tender, affectionate touches; loving the attention he’s paying to you.

“If… if you don’t mind… I’d like to try,” You say after a while and Jungkook’s head snaps up. His eyes rapidly scan your face for any doubts, but when he finds none, his face lights up and his lips pull into his trademark bunny grin.

And then he jumps and rushes over to you, completely forgetting that the three of you are in a bath. You let out a laugh, giggling when water splashes on your bathroom tiles as Jungkook leans over you; sandwiching you between him and Jimin. Jungkook ecstatically presses kisses all over your face and you giggle at how happy he is, Jimin playfully complaining about how they’d have to clean up the bathroom. But you don’t care.

Because you’d just gotten the best birthday gift.

A/N: lmao don’t even @ me because i know i’m going to hell but i’m taking y’all with me

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emosakumas · 6 years

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the truth untold

「𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊」

↳ pairing → jjk x reader/pjm x reader

↳ warnings → hanahaki au, major angst

↳ flowers mentioned and their meanings → yellow rose: decrease of love, red carnation: my heart aches for you, pink camellia: longing for you

↳ ending 2 | ending 3

(i recommend listening to the truth untold while reading this)

y/n could see it in jimin's face. he was getting bored of her. she felt a plethora of petals at the back of her throat. she opened her mouth to find yellow rose petals littered on the ground.

her eyes widened and she covered her mouth before tears filled her eyes. "no... he loves me.." she whispered. she hated this. they were so happy and in love in the earlier years of their relationship and were always together. never would y/n have imagined that jimin would grow bored of her.

these days, jimin barely ever came home. he always went out and y/n would never know where he was unless one of the girls or the boys told her.

she saw the way jimin boredly looked at her whenever he would on occasion stay home and eat dinner with her. his eyes never sparkled anymore.

jimin wasn't home and y/n was leaning over the porcelain toilet bowl, yellow rose petals falling from her mouth. "this can't go on forever." she whispered as her tears fell from her eyes.

she cried as petals and blood fell from her mouth, mocking her existence. she was going to die, she could tell by the flowers. the thorns of the roses wrapping around her ribcage and lungs and piercing it til it suffocated her was how her time was to come to an end.

jieun, y/n’s friend and jungkook had come over to check up on her since she wasn't answering her phone and they were getting concerned. unlocking the door, jieun heard wretching and sobbing in the bathroom.

"unnie?" jieun asked, knocking softly. "noona are you okay?" jungkook asked. jungkook was worried, he still liked his noona and suffered from hanahaki at first too. jieun opened the door, revealing a pale y/n with yellow rose petals surrounding her.

jungkook winced as he looked at the tears falling from his noona's eyes. he quickly went to her and hugged her. "we're here noona. i'm here." he took out a bottle of pills and handed it to her. "take these. they should help." he said, remembering his own previous red carnation petals.

as months go by, y/n hid her disease from jimin, always swallowing her coughs. jimin didn't care anymore and y/n was worse. yoongi, jieun, and jungkook came over to take care of her. "i'm fine, real--" y/n coughed hard and flower petals came out again but this time, they were coated in blood.

her eyes widened. "y/n please...you need the surgery." yoongi says, his eyes softening. "no..." she coughed again. "no he'll love me back... i know it.." she said. jieun, jungkook, and yoongi had sad looks on their faces.

y/n fell asleep and the three migrated to the living room. "she still has hope..." yoongi mutters. tears pricked at jieun's eyes. "why does the worst things always happen to her?" she asked and jungkook comforted her.

jimin was out with seulgi, a girl who had captured his heart. he had been ignoring y/n and her needs for seulgi. y/n was his best friend and he thought she would surely understand.

y/n woke up in the middle of the night abruptly in a cold sweat and began coughing as if she were choking. since jimin wasn't home jungkook, jieun, and yoongi ran in quickly. she coughed out a rose bulb covered in blood along with more petals covered in blood.

y/n cried as she coughed up more petals. jungkook stayed by her side at all times, except when jimin had come home and he noticed y/n's bedridden state. he cared for her a little bit, giving her food, more blankets. but he still went to seulgi and y/n still had the disease. she was getting worse as the hours go by and jimin merely thought she had a cold.

jungkook never left the house, giving y/n all her needs and helped her when she most needed. whenever jimin had come home however, jungkook left.

jimin got tired of this, having to sneak around. he growled and stormed into the bedroom, surprising y/n. "i'm leaving." he said, opening their closet and grabbing a bag, stuffing the important clothes in there. he and seulgi would just go and buy more. "w-what?" y/n asked weakly as she sat up.

besides, he knew y/n still loved him so he left them as a memory. he walked out the room and y/n weakly got out of bed to chase after him. she had to use the wall to help support her. "w-wait--" she said before falling to the ground and coughing harshly.

jimin paused and turned to look at her. she was surrounded by yellow rose petals. his eyes widened at her state but he didn't do anything. "lie to me. one last time." she said, crying. "you know that i can't give you me." he said in a monotone voice. "please..." she whispered as more tears fell from her eyes.

"i love you." he said with no emotion at all. his grip on his bag tightened before walking out. y/n cried as more petals fell from her mouth. "and i still want you..." she whispered before she blacked out, small yellow petals on the corners of her mouth.

jimin left, the door still opened a little. he turned to look at the house he had spent with the previous love of his life before getting in his car and driving down the street. he saw jieun, yoongi, and jungkook run into the house in the rearview mirror.

he saw jungkook carrying a passed out y/n bridal style and rushed to the car they came in, followed by a crying jieun and a worried yoongi. he stopped the car and watched as yoongi immediately got into the car and floored it once he started it.

jimin's heart dropped. how long was y/n sick for? he thought, thinking hard. but all he could remember was seulgi. he felt stupid for leaving y/n when she's in such a horrible condition. he turned the car around and followed yoongi's car.

his heart was hammering in his chest. "please be okay..." he muttered as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

jungkook cradled y/n's head in his lap as tears pricked at his eyes. "noona..." he whimpered out as he caressed her pale cheek. "noona please be okay.." he whispered as his tears fell onto y/n's cheeks.

"noona... i love you.." he whispered. he pressed his lips onto y/n's hoping it would do something. he felt light pressure on his lips, and his eyes opened wide. y/n was kissing him back. "oppa! stop the car!" jieun shouted at yoongi and he pulled over.

jungkook released y/n's lips, and her eyes had fluttered open. "jungkook..." she whispered weakly. "noona..." jungkook said softly, his eyes filling with more tears. "i love you.." he whispered. "i love you too..." she said weakly.

jimin pulled over across the street and watched the exchange. his heart dropped and his eyes widened and filled with tears as he watched jungkook kiss y/n through the car windows.

he coughed and a pink camellia petal fell from his plump lips. a seed was planted in his lungs and he was the cause of his own flowers.

"but i still want you..." he whispered, crying as more petals came out of his lips.

ending 1 [✔️]

#BTS jungkook #BTS jimin #hanahaki au #jimin x reader angst #jungkook x reader angst #bts angst #i may have cried while writing this #jungkook angst #jimin angst #the truth untold #jimin x reader x jungkook

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outroshooky · 6 years

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colors | jjk

⇢ genre: series (idol!au) (angst, some fluff)

⇢ pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

⇢ word count: 2.1k

this work is based off of the song colors by halsey: listen here

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so

He said your mother only smiled on her TV show

The bedside clock read 12:53am, and he still wasn’t home.

It wasn’t the first time this week, either.

You could hear the front door lock click from a floor above. Cloudie barked once, sleepily, and then curled back into the corner of the couch.

Feet scuffed on the floorboards and there was a soft thud as his backpack hit the floor. The closet door opened and shut, and he padded to the stairs.

You could hear his footsteps outside your shared bedroom, and you quickly curled into the blankets and closed your eyes.

His weight dipped the side of the bed as he sat down next to you. He leaned over, kissed your temple softly, lightly, and whispered an apology.

You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope

I’ll hope you make it to the day you’re twenty-eight years old

There was only one thing he loved in life more than you.

He was an idol first and foremost, and he lived off of the high. The twelve hour practices, performing onstage, designer clothes, late-night talks in expensive hotel rooms. He rose beyond every precedent and standard set before him: People expected much, and he gave up everything he had and more to impress them.

The dark rings were prominent over breakfast, and he cupped the mug in his hands like a lifeline. The table was silent; he was too tired for conversation. You didn’t even know what to say to him.

“Baby, you won’t last another ten years if you keep this up.” You looked over the rim of the mug into his tired eyes.

“I have no choice,” his voice cracked. “Namjoon wants me and Hobi in the studio at 9:30am before practice starts. We have to go over some lyric changes.”

You shook your head. “You’re going to faint from exhaustion.”

He sipped his coffee. “This is my life, jagi. It goes on and on, and I have to keep up. This is how it is.”

You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise

You’re spilling like an overflowing sink

Your emotions poured out late at night into the little black leather-bound notebook you kept on the bedside table. You used the fountain pen that your dad had bought you for your eleventh birthday, the day after you told him that you wanted to become a writer when you grew up. He’d been typing away in his office at the time, and you assumed he hadn’t heard you from the doorway. But he had, and the next morning, you found a small wrapped box at your place setting. It was the first time he’d ever given you something you actually asked for.

Ink stained the corners of the pages as you wrote, sketching in the margins. You outlined the petals of the roses on the counter and traced a dove soaring between the lines. The paper could keep secrets for centuries- something he couldn’t seem to do.

You’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece

And I’m tearing through the pages and the ink

The door slammed behind him as he grabbed the car keys from the hallway table and fled. You stood in the kitchen in his hoodie, tears threatening to spill over. You knew where he’d be. Dating him meant having six other parties in the relationship privy to every disagreement and screaming match. He ran from you to find comfort in the only love he’d ever put before you.

You would never ask him to place you first. In the grand scheme of things, you weren’t important. You placed him first, and he placed you second. That was how it was.

You wiped your eyes on his sleeve, and the threads stained dark.

Everything is blue

His pills, his hands, his jeans

And now I’m covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams

And it’s blue, and it’s blue

Even if he tried, he couldn’t prevent his two lives from bleeding into each other. He gripped the wheel white-knuckled as he drove, reaching the dorms and running two stairs at a time to find the only six people in his world who could understand. Rounding the bend, he nearly collided with Taehyung, who opened his mouth to complain but saw the look on his face and took him by the shoulder.

“Spill.”

Everything is gray

His hair, his smoke, his dreams

And now he’s so devoid of color he don’t know what it means

And he’s blue, and he’s blue

He sat on the concrete steps of the studio, watching the sunset fade. It seemed duller to him than it had ever had before, and he knew exactly why. The first time he kissed you was under the sunset down at the pier. You were grimacing over gin and tonic, two people living different lives.

He tipped his head back and downed the glass. “This is the nastiest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re telling me.”

He folded his hands in his lap with a glint in his eye only he could have. “Who needs alcohol to have fun?”

“What did you have in mind?” You grinned, legs dangling over the damp wooden planks.

He smirked, stood, and lunged for you, colliding with full force and knocking you sideways. You both tumbled into the bay, a mess of limbs and spluttering seawater.

You surfaced. “Jeon Jeongguk, I’m going to fucking kill you!”

He tossed his head back, wet hair throwing droplets into your face. “Not if I can kiss you first.”

And so it went.

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through

And I’ve only known religion when I’m lying with you

His shirt and your shorts and your shared hoodie respectively littered the floor of the bedroom. Light filtered through the blinds, patterning the cotton sheets that wrapped themselves around two bodies. He looked like something out of a fantasy- hair tousled, cheeks pink, and shirt flung somewhere to the left. He could say the same about you.

He held you, arms wrapped around your midsection, pulling you protectively into him. He buried his face into your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear. Traces of your perfume and his cologne on your skin mixed into one intoxicating scent, and he was hooked on you. You stirred and stretched, rolling over to face him, eyes widening.

“Jesus, Guk.”

“What, jagi?”

“You’re beautiful.”

You said you’ll never be forgiven till your boys are too

And I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you

He slept over that night on the dorm couch, which felt more comfortable than either of his beds. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t close his eyes. Every time he did, you flashed up into his mind. Your eyes looked so hollow, and he knew he was the cause.

He didn’t know how else to cope other than going to the boys. He’d spent almost every day of his life with them for as long as he could remember, and they kept him centered in the middle of the duality he balanced. Right now, he was tipping to one side, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

He rolled onto his back and buried his face in his hands.

You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise

You’re spilling like an overflowing sink

You’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece

And now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink

Rain pattered heavily on the window, punctuated by the occasional crack of thunder. You were curled up in the window alcove of your bedroom, gazing out onto the empty street below. The notebook was clutched tight to your chest, fountain pen by your feet. Your mind was quiet, lulled to sleep by the fury of the storm.

He was yin and you were yang. He preferred dogs and you preferred cats. He hated ketchup on his fries, but for you, the more the merrier. He had always hated thunderstorms, but you didn’t mind them.

A car alarm chimed loudly outside the window, and you opened the notebook and picked up the pen.

Art is not what I create. What I create is chaos.

Everything is blue

His pills, his hands, his jeans

And now I’m covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams

And it’s blue, it’s blue

He woke with the sun, which streamed into the living space through the small studio window. Someone had thrown a blanket over him at some point during the night, and he wrapped it around himself and sat up.

In the armchair next to the television was a lump of bedding and pillows, which slowly rose and fell. It brought a small smile to his lips: he’d have to thank Tae over breakfast.

Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he ran a hand through his hair and dug through the couch cushions to find his phone.

Everything is gray

His hair, his smoke, his dreams

And now he’s so devoid of color he don’t know what it means

And it’s blue, and he’s blue

The bright chirping of birds was interrupted by the sound of a quacking duck.

You stirred blearily, scrabbling through the mess of blankets to find your phone. His contact filled the screen, and your heart stopped.

“Jeongguk?”

“Baby, we have to talk.”

Everything is blue

His pills, his hands, his jeans

And now I’m covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams

And it’s blue, it’s blue

He sat across the kitchen table from you, still in his pajamas and clearly half asleep. You didn’t look much better than he did. It was silent for a while, until he spoke.

“Which one of us is going to say it first?”

“I guess I will.” You fidgeted in your chair and took a deep breath.

“This isn’t working out.”

He smiled a little, sadly. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“I don’t want to say this will be over forever…” You trailed off, looking up at him expectantly. He nodded after a pause. “…but it’s not working out right now, and I think that’s something that needs to be addressed. This isn’t healthy anymore.”

He sighed, the tension releasing in his shoulders. “I agree.”

You reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “Listen, Jeongguk. This, what we have, right now? It’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and it’s killing me. Just because whatever this is is over doesn’t mean I never want to see you again.”

He squeezed your hand. “I feel the same way.”

You looked into his eyes, dark and young. “Life is telling both of us this isn’t supposed to work right now. Maybe it’ll work a week from now, or a month from now, or a year from now. But right now, it’s not working, and I don’t know what to do.”

Everything is gray

His hair, his smoke, his dreams

For the first time in many, many days, you saw his face light up for a split second. “Jagi, I want to wait for you. A day, a month, a year, ten years, I don’t care.”

You ran your thumb over the back of his hand, tracing down the inside of his thumb and running it over the lines in his palm. “Life doesn’t always work like that.”

“It might for us, we don’t know until we try. Please-“

“Jeongguk, I’m not holding you back if you find someone better out there. I will still be in your life, but I won’t be your girlfriend.”

He deflated, crumpling back in the chair and releasing your hand. “Please, jagi.”

“This is your life. It goes on and on, and you have to be there with it. I will still be in your world. Don’t hold back for me.”

He slowly nodded, standing and pushing the kitchen chair in. It was the best both of you could muster, and unfortunately, it would have to be enough.

You stepped over to him and kissed him, tasting bittersweet and minty. “Jeon Jeongguk, I’ll always love you.”

“I’ll always love you, too.”

And now he’s so devoid of color he don’t know what it means

And it’s blue, and he’s blue

You moved out a couple weeks later, finding your own apartment closer to the city. He’d changed from the moment you’d shared your last kiss: he brightened up, found his spunk again. You didn’t regret ending what you had- it was healthier for both of you.

Life went on and on for you. You had to be there with it, and couldn’t afford to hold back. That was how the universe worked, whether it was in your favor or acting against you. You were okay with it, somehow. And he was too.

Everything is blue, everything is blue

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dollfaceksj · 6 months

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Reading Jungkook’s Pink Pill is dangerous. That fic is 🔥 Jungkook pink pill is THE PINK PILL

LMAOO thanks! glad u like it so much! <3

#the pink pill jjk

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dollfaceksj · 7 months

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hi, you mentioned that you are open to making a drabble for any of your fics... can we please get some pinkpill!jungkook x oc crumbs 🤲

it can either begin after that steamy scene, or you can time jump, i just need to know what happens next lol 😆 i've been re-reading this story since i found it and i'm excited for the other versions 🩷

i’m not gonna lie, i have nothing in mind for “what happens next” in jk’s ver of the pink pill because i never planned on continuing it (and i still don’t)

so i have no ideas for it! if u give me some ideas, i’ll write it but only if i like the ideas

#the pink pill jjk

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dollfaceksj · 9 months

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How do you imagine Y/N and pinkpill!Jungkook’s relationship turned out after the incident? Did they move on like nothing happened or has the crossed boundaries changed the dynamic of their relationship?

i imagine they pretend nothing has happened but jungkook makes subtle jokes here and there… i suppose they also just relieve each other once in awhile. they did fuck for 3 days straight it wasnt just a one and done type thing…

#clover over #the pink pill jjk

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dollfaceksj · 9 months

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I loved every word of The pink pill with Jk! I feel so dirty because it’s just pwp, but I just can’t help myself.

Thank you Clover, we 🫶🏻 u.

aaa im glad u liked it!

if u feel dirty for reading pwp should i feel dirty for writing it 🫨 jkjk

thank u anon !! i love yall too . <333

#clover over #the pink pill jjk

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dollfaceksj · 9 months

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jungkook’s ver of the pink pill is DONE <3333 when shall i post hmmm🤭

#clover over #the pink pill series ot7 #the pink pill jjk

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dollfaceksj · 9 months

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the pink pill | jjk version (m) — “3 days”

➥ banner by: @jkndigo.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ porn without plot ⋆ best friends

➥ CATEGORY: one-shot [part of the pink pill series]

➥ WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it up!!!!), extremely horny!reader, missionary, cocky!jungkook, doggy style, cum-shot, creampie, crying, overstimulation, kissing, reader asks her bff jk for a favor, they’ve never had sex before(w each other), kissing w tongue, annoying friends, reader is dared into taking the pill, fingerfucking, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, slight choking, bit of spanking, praise, slight guilt for fucking best friend, jungkook’s stamina (deffo inspired by seven), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 9.1k

a/n: aaaand the first addition to tpp series is out 🥴 this was originally going to be a short drabble for jk but i liked the concept so much that i decided to make it a one-shot + write one for every single member. so see this as my first thought for the fic (not boring imo but the most basic one? if that makes sense) anyways, hope u enjoy!

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⋆ MASTERLIST & CONCEPT VIDEO ⋆

“What even is that?” you ask your friend, Lee, as you reach for the pink package that she just nonchalantly tossed onto your coffee table. You’re seated on your couch as you wrap your fingers around the piece of pink carton, uncrossing your legs once you have it in your hands.

Your eyes scan the white letters around the pink cartoon cat but you still can’t make much sense of it.

“I saw someone tweet about it. Essentially, it’s like viagra for vaginas,” Lee tells you as she leans back into the couch, a cold can of coke in her hand.

You can’t help but snort in mockery as you throw it back onto the table in front of you and say, “There’s no way in hell you actually believe that thing works.”

Your other friend, Yoona, walks out of your kitchen with another can of soda in her hand. She glances at the small pink package on the table as she plops down on your couch next to you, an amused grin on her lips.

Lee shrugs her shoulders as she zaps through the comedy movies catalogue on Netflix with your remote, her eyes absentmindedly shifting to the packaged pill. “I’m not sure. It was like 10 bucks on Amazon.” Her gaze lingers on the pill, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You roll your eyes, annoyance bubbling in your chest at the fact that your friend is dumb enough to get scammed like this. “10 bucks? They just sold you some cinnamon powder in a capsule and called it a day,” you laugh, returning your attention to the TV as you throw your feet up onto the coffee table.

“Oh, yeah? Then why don’t you take it?” Lee challenges you, pushing the pill in the pink package toward you with her foot.

Your eyes shift toward the pill. “You want me to take that pill right now?” Your eyebrow cocks up and you stare at it for a moment as if it were poison before turning your attention to her. It could very well be poison, actually.

A smirk stretches onto Yoona’s lips as she seemingly enjoys the thought of Lee challenging the most stubborn person on planet Earth. Yoona leans forwards after sipping her coke, parting her lips to say, “Yeah, since you don’t think that it works, right?”

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, hoping to appear unbothered. You raise your own drink to your lips and glance at your friends over the rim of your can. “I really don’t,” you say before you take a sip of your iced tea. “But Jungkook is coming over later.”

An evil look twinkles in Yoona’s eyes as your words reach her ears. “Ah, so you do think there’s a chance it works.” She’s proud of her little gotcha-moment but you make sure it’s short-lived.

She watches as you swallow too quickly, a low burp escaping your lips as you scramble to defend yourself.

“No, I literally don’t.” Why would you? Viagra is insanely expensive, to think it’s counterpart is available on Amazon for 10 bucks is insane.

“Then take it,” Lee tilts her head to the side, a shit-eating grin on her lips. “Besides… you keep saying there’s nothing going on between you and Jungkook. Why mention he’s coming over if you’re not fucking him and if you don’t think the pill works?” she adds, eyes twinkling with satisfaction as if she’s got you.

You place your can of iced tea back down on the table with a thud. “I’m not fucking Jungkook, you weirdo,” you grumble as you defiantly reach for the pill.

You and Jungkook have been best friends for years, they know that! They know how both you and Jungkook physically cringe and wince whenever someone mistakes the two of you for a couple. Now, they put the image of having sex with him in your brain and it’s weird.

(Read: Well, lately, it has been crossing your mind but it quickly gets ignored.)

You’re not dumb, you know Jungkook’s been popular for being attractive since forever but he was never really your type.

Keyword: was.

It’s not your fault, though! Jungkook has been growing out his hair and has been working out, his arm is covered in tattoos and he seems to be making good money as a freelance video editor.

“Well, if you’re not fucking him, can I? I don’t know what’s in the air but he’s been changing a lot lately. Like his beauty looks like it doesn’t even belong on Earth.” Yoona takes the final sip of her old drink after she says that, crumpling it up and slamming it down onto the table with an obnoxious exhale.

You can tell she’s saying it to get a rise out of you but you quite literally don’t care. Why would you care about who the hell your friend is fucking?

“Fuck him if you want, I literally don’t care,” you say quietly as you gather the empty cans onto the tray you brought them in. You actually can’t bring yourself to care about Jungkook’s sex life, in all honesty.

“See, you’re jealous! I bet you’re fucking.” Lee’s teaseful words and Yoona’s obnoxious giggles are starting to irritate you. Can’t they just accept the fact you’re not fucking your best friend just because he has a penis?

You glare at the both of them with a twitch in your brows, your nostrils flared and your fingers tingling with the urge to throw the empty cans of soda at them.

You make up your mind and say, “Alright, to prove to you that this stupid pink pill doesn’t fucking work and nothing is going on between Jungkook and I…” You pop the pill out of its pocket and place it on your tongue, swiftly swallowing it down with the rest of your iced tea. “Two birds, one stone.”

The room fills with obnoxious laughter and giggles as they watch you, shaking their head at your obstinance. “You’re so stubborn and so petty,” Yoona adds before taking a sip of her new coke after cracking it open.

“You really think the pussy equivalent of viagra would cost 10 bucks? Be serious,” you grumble in annoyance, throwing your feet up onto the table again and slouch further into your couch as you try to pay attention to whatever is playing on the TV.

They share a mischievous look but you can’t bring yourself to comment on it. “Okay, if you say so.” Lee brings her shoulders up in a shrug and drops the topic for now.

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About 45 minutes later as Yoona and Lee get ready to leave, Yoona nudges you with her foot. “Do you feel anything?”

“No. I don’t. I’m telling you, it’s not real,” you tell them in all honesty. You really don’t feel any different. You don’t show your relief, though.

“Bummer. I really wanted you to learn a lesson,” Lee laughs and blows you a kiss when you put up your middle finger.

You say goodbye as they walk out and you just return your attention to your TV, watching the sappy drama that Lee and Yoona are obsessed with for some reason.

After a few moments, your phone buzzes.

[7:02PM]

Jungkook

Lays or Pringles?

[7:03PM]

You

pringlessssss

[7:03PM]

Jungkook

Bet. Be there in about an hour

[7:04PM]

You

okiii

You mindlessly throw your phone somewhere on the couch beside you and rise to your feet to clean up the mess Lee and Yoona left behind.

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Well, fuck.

About another 40 minutes later, you’re starting to actually regret taking that damn pill.

You can’t fucking believe this. Your nipples have been erect for 20 minutes and you’re sure you’re in need of a change of underwear.

What the hell is in that pill?

You walk into the bathroom to examine your appearance in the mirror. The air knocks out of your lungs at the sight in front of you.

Your pupils are dilated, your cheeks and nose are piping hot. Your lips are swollen and a thin layer of sweat is draped over your forehead.

Your heart has also been beating quicker than usual.

You want to hump everything in your sight. Is this what it’s like for an animal in heat? Fucking hell. You’ve never been this aroused.

Your hand slowly travels down your stomach and under the hem of your sweats. Reaching into your underwear, your fingertips are met with a disgusting amount of pure sticky substance.

If you weren’t wearing your sweatpants so low on your hips, you definitely would have soaked through the thick material of your sweats, that’s how fucking drenched you are.

What should you do? Take a quick shower? It’d be useless to shower now since the effects can last for days. You’d just continue to produce your body’s natural lubrication and you don’t have the time to be showering every hour.

Clean up and change your underwear? That sounds like it’d make the most sense but you’d go through a lot of panties in a couple days too. Maybe you should literally just wear a tampon?

Fucking hell. You should’ve never taken that fucking pill. Damn those fucking friends of yours.

Like a gag in a sitcom, just as you reach for your underwear drawer, your front door swinging open rips through your eardrums. Regret immediately seeps into your stomach for giving Jungkook your spare residence key.

“Honey, I’m home,” Jungkook jokes and the sound of him kicking off his shoes as he closes the door rings in your ears like a blaring alarm.

You want to drop onto your knees and scream until you pass the fuck out. Your eyes flicker between the drawer and your bedroom door. What should you do?

He doesn’t give you much of an option when you hear him searching for you. “Y/N? Where are you?” Jungkook’s voice rings even louder in your ears this time and you can hear him approaching your room. You internally cry out and quickly head towards your bedroom door.

You walk into the hall and watch as he stops in his tracks. He’s wearing a black beanie, grey sweatpants and a grey sweater with a plastic bag in his tattooed hand which you assume are the snacks he picked up on his way here.

Grey fucking sweats.

Jungkook has always been handsome but for fuck’s sake. Your core literally pulsates at the sight of him right now.

“Hey,” you breathe out and walk up to him, brushing past him and into the living room in a straight line.

“Hey… You okay?” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise and quickly pinch into a frown as he follows you into the living room.

You quickly nod your head, hand on your head as you try to collect your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine. You?” you say, trying to appear casual as you head into the kitchen to grab a can of his favorite beer.

The sound of the plastic bag full of snacks hitting your coffee table and his body plopping onto your couch doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “I’m great, work was chill.”

You place your hands on your kitchen counter and lean forwards, taking a moment to catch your breath but your breath is not steadying at all.

Your feet carry you to the living room and you carefully place the cans onto the coffee table, trying your best not to look at him in those damn sweatpants.

Jungkook has ditched the beanie and his long black locks are sprawled on the backrest of the couch as he has comfortably sunk into your sofa, hair messy and screaming to be tugged on. You have to fight every bone in your body to not climb onto his lap right now and grind into him.

Have some fucking decorum, he’s your friend. Not an object.

Your chest deflates as you softly exhale. Make your way to the couch as you carefully sit down. Hope to the Lord that you don’t soak through your clothes. You’d usually sit next to him but today you think it’d be best to sit at the other end of the couch.

He aims his frown at you but you pretend not to notice. He doesn’t comment on it, though. You crack your new can of iced tea open because there’s no way you’re putting alcohol in your system with this amount of arousal pooling inside of you.

“What movie are we watching?” he asks after a moment of silence in hopes of deterring the awkwardness as he turns his head to the TV, his thumb pressing one of the arrows on your remote, going through the catalogue of available movies.

“Uh… I don’t know. You can choose,” you mumble as you take a few more gulps to distract yourself.

He frowns at your words but keeps his eyes glued to the TV. “I chose last time. It’s your turn to choose.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just–” you start, which makes him look at you, “just put that one on.” You wave your hand toward the TV and he turns his head to look at the one he’s landed on before you return your attention to chugging your iced tea.

“We watched that one 3 weeks ago.” He sits up this time. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to keel over,” he says, quietly. He sounds concerned and you sound fucking stupid.

You shake your head as the sparkling beverage burns your throat, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, I’m okay,” you mumble under your breath.

“Are you trying to convince me or you?” he asks, “And why are you sitting so far away?” he whines as he scoots closer to you, his hand reaching out to grab your waist but you shoot up out of the couch and onto your feet, avoiding his touch by a hair.

The moment he touches you, you’re going to pounce on him. No doubt in your mind.

“No, don’t,” you squeal, taking a step away from the sofa.

Now Jungkook is really fucking confused.

He quickly stands up as well, a concerned yet confused frown on his face. He probably thinks he did something wrong which makes your chest tighten with guilt. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like you’re about to have a fucking stroke?”

You breathe loudly as you pace around the living room with your hands on your head and say, “I might.”

Jungkook’s breath abruptly hitches in his throat as your concerning words ring in his ears. “Wh– Huh? What? Should I call an ambulance?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not like that,” you mumble before you finally turn to him, dropping your hands from your head and letting your fingers pick at the loose flesh around your nails.

His eyes drop down to your anxious fidgeting before traveling back up to stare at you. “Then, what is it? You’re scaring the shit out of me right now, Y/N.”

He actually does look terrified right now, staring at you with wide eyes as his teeth absentmindedly play with his lip piercings.

You loudly exhale in exasperation and rub your forehead as you consider just telling him. “I fucked up, Jungkook, and I’m panicking,” you say, rubbing your eyes until there’s colored spots in your vision. “I never should’ve taken that fucking pill.”

You watch as his face becomes that of a cartoon character, eyes wide, brows raised to the stars, mouth twitching. “What? Pill? What pill? Are you high?”

You roll your eyes and grunt in annoyance with yourself for phrasing it like that. “No, I–” you groan loudly before cutting yourself off and heading into the kitchen. You wince as you shove your hand into the trash can, taking the ripped pink piece of carton out of the garbage. You stare at it for a while but already find yourself heading back into the living room before you overthink it and change your mind.

Jungkook is still standing in front of the couch, his big brown eyes still wide with concern and his bottom lip reddened from how much he’s been chewing on it.

You walk up to him and with a flick of your wrist, you toss it onto the table in front of him. He glances at the pink package before glancing back up at you but you’re already looking away with your arms crossed.

He slowly sinks back down and takes the ripped package into his hands to examine it. He reads the words for a few seconds but he still seems confused. “Female sexual enhancement and libido boosting? What the fuck is this?”

You groan as you drop to your knees on the floor across from him, in front of the coffee table.

“It’s like viagra for people with pussies and it’s supposed to make you horny as fuck. My friends dared me to take it because I told them it wasn’t real.”

He looks up at you through his brows, a mix of surprise and confusion still on his face. “Do you think it’s laced with something dangerous?”

“No, nothing like that but whatever the fuck they put in it is working. It’s fucking working,” you whine as you place your elbows on the coffee table in front of you with a loud thud, burying your face in your palms.

There’s a moment of silence between you two.

“So like…” he begins, trying to stifle a laugh, “you’re really horny? Right now?”

“Jungkook,” you groan, eyes shamefully looking up at him and you’re just in time to watch him clutch his arms around his stomach as he just obnoxiously laughs in your face. “Stop laughing!”

He chuckles for a little while longer before calming down. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never heard of this before. How are you feeling?” He places it back onto the table and returns the eye contact, still an annoying grin on his soft lips.

“Like I could fuck the fridge if it had a dick.”

Jungkook bursts out laughing maniacally, throwing himself back onto the couch as he exaggeratedly gasps for air.

“Jungkook! I’m panicking, stop laughing!” you whine, standing back up on your feet as heat rushes to your face, a lump of embarrassment forming in your throat.

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckles as he wipes a tear at the corner of his eye. “You’re just so fucking stupid.”

You huff in response and glare down at him, his eyes slowly trailing up your body to meet yours and the single act of his black eyes drinking you in makes a curtain of lava drape over your already burning body.

You tap your foot against the floor impatiently. “What should I do?” You chew on your lip as you ask him the impossible question.

He simply shrugs his shoulders and leans back into the couch, hands on his upper thighs right below his hips. He’s not making this any fucking easier. “Masturbate. Or go get fucked.”

You wince, a thousand volts of electricity travelling up your vertebrae at his words. “Tonight’s our movie night, though.”

“Babe, you’re clearly not in the right headspace to be watching a movie with me.”

You internally scream at the pet name he sometimes uses when the both of you are alone. It never makes you feel anything in particular but right now, your stomach clenches at the pet name and you’re painfully reminded that it didn’t help your sticky underwear situation at all.

“Still, I don’t want to ditch you. That’s not cool,” you mutter as you take a seat on the couch, cringing as your panties stick to your core and your slick is undoubtedly smeared all over your sex and inner thighs. No matter how nonchalant he is about the situation, you’re too embarrassed to excuse yourself now to go change your damn underwear.

“So what? You’re just gonna sit next to me and squirm all evening?” he asks you, a genuine look of confusion on his face.

“Mhm.” You shrug your shoulders in hopes of appearing nonchalant and unbothered as you reach for the remote.

But you’re extremely bothered. Hot and fucking bothered.

“You can go masturbate, you know. I’m not going to act weird about it,” he tells you with a carefree air around him as he tears a bag of chips open.

His words make your pussy clench around nothing and you have to actively remind yourself to cross your arms to hide your erect nipples, despite the fact he has probably already noticed.

“I doubt masturbating will do the trick. Besides, it says the effects can last up to 72 hours. I’m not going to masturbate for 3 days.”

He breaks into a fit of giggles again, making you roll your eyes as you swing one of your legs over the other. It appears casual but really, you’re just looking for some friction.

“You’re so dumb for taking that pill.” He reminds you, as if you don’t already know that. He glances at you when a childish huff pushes past your lips.

Neither of you say anything else but the moment of silence is disturbed by the scrunching of the bag of chips in Jungkook’s hands.

You take a moment as you consider what you really want to ask him. Should you just say fuck it and ask him to fuck the shit out of you?

The idea quickly gets obliterated by your rational self and you finally choose a movie to play.

Throughout the movie, you notice Jungkook’s eyes on you every now and then. The constant crossing of your legs and arms doesn’t go unnoticed by him but he never comments on it.

You’re doing great until a sex scene starts playing on the screen. You suck in a breath as you watch intently, your fingers twitching in your lap.

The actress on the screen is crying out in – over the top – pleasure as the man pounds into her, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall exaggeratedly makes the frames that are hung up on the wall crash to the ground with a loud clatter. You know it’s all fake but that doesn’t stop the gushing in your panties.

“Y/N,” Jungkook chuckles as he motions for you to skip the scene but you don’t react to him.

You stare blankly ahead of you at the TV, sitting in silence. You can see Jungkook shaking his head at your stubbornness in the corner of your eye as he stretches his arm over your lap, reaching for the remote that’s next to your thigh. His arm is hovered over your lap, face almost pressed into your chest and his cologne is the final drop that has your head spinning.

The silence that falls around the two of you as you impulsively wrap your hand around his wrist – that’s reaching for the remote – is suffocating.

He instantly freezes, eyes glued to the remote that he had just wrapped his fingers around. He’s in an awkward position, lying on his hip and his arm stretched out over your thighs with his face mere inches away from your breasts.

You finally decide to speak up.

“Will you do me a favor?” you quietly ask him after those few moments of silence as you let go of his wrist, your eyes nervously glued to your fingers as you fidget with the laces of your sweatpants.

This time, Jungkook is quiet.

Jungkook is never quiet.

The tension is palpable and it makes you want to jump off your balcony right now. His silence is already starting to make you regret asking him.

He slowly moves back to his seat but you can’t see much else as you refuse to look away from your lap.

He finally speaks up and you’re conflicted on whether you’re relieved that he does or not. “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking of me?” His voice is lower than usual. It sends a quick shiver down your spine and awakens the goosebumps on the upper layer of your skin.

You don’t even look at him and in response, you just stay quiet, your silence confirming his speculation.

You two sit in unbearable silence for what seems like a damn eternity, the obnoxious moaning coming from the TV is not making this any easier. Jungkook seems to be in deep thought before you see him rise to his feet in your peripheral vision. You swallow thickly as he starts heading towards the entrance hall.

Shit. He’s leaving.

You don’t blame him, though. Who the fuck asks this of their best friend?

You shut your eyes tightly, holding your breath as you patiently wait for the sound of the door clicking close to hit your ears.

But it never comes.

“Are you coming or not?”

His words shoot into your eardrums like a thousand needles and it makes your heart violently jerk against your ribcage.

You crack your eyes open to see him standing in the doorway of the hall, back turned to you but his head turned over his shoulder as he stares you down with an unreadable expression clouding his face. A frown climbs its way onto your brows as you slowly get up. Your feet take you to him on their own, body magnetizing towards him as your stomach bursts with excitement and your veins are set aflame with desire.

You shyly follow him into your bedroom as if you’re the one visiting his home. “Are you sure?” you quietly ask him as you enter your bedroom after him, closing the door with a soft thud.

He slowly turns to you, head cocked to the side as his black gaze drapes over your body and makes you feel incredibly small. “You’re my friend in need of some help. Why would I not be sure?” His face is a bit expressionless and his voice sounds different than what you’re used to.

Your brows pinch together at his disregardance. “Jungkook, this isn’t a usual request. I’m not asking you to drop me off at home after work or to delete an ugly picture of me you posted on your instagram. I’m–”

“You’re asking me to fuck you. I don’t see why it has to mean anything more than what it is. Sex isn’t that big of a deal, Y/N.”

You idly blink at him, listening to his blunt words as he casually tells you he’s down to fuck you. All those years of the two of you swearing you had never crossed any lines, how you don’t see each other that way, how you’re like family and this is what it’s come to?

The doubt glimmering in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by him, evident by the crossing of his arms over his chest and the cocking of his head to the side. “Are you sure?” he asks you this time, his voice soft and his tone neutral.

You stare at him for a couple seconds but you’ve made up your mind.

You start walking past him, heading for your bed. You tuck your fingers under the hem of your sweats and wiggle them off your hips as you turn around to face him again, stepping out of the sweats pooling at your ankles. You take a seat on the edge of your bed and kick your sweats away, all whilst looking up at him through your pretty lashes.

You notice that his own breath is getting heavier. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he watches you slowly lean back on your hands, bending your legs at the knees and propping your feet up onto the edge of the mattress as you spread your thighs wide apart, allowing him to witness your extreme arousal firsthand.

Jungkook’s eyes drop down to what’s between your legs, the massive wet patch of slick on your panties and your inner thighs lathered in your stickiness make his eyebrows twitch.

“Is that pill giving you a major confidence boost too?” he mumbles as he walks up to you, referring to how you’re usually on the shy and modest side. He tugs his sweatshirt off and throws it somewhere on your floor.

“I don’t give a fuck about what it’s given me, I need you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. Right now,” you say with a hiss to your tone as you ditch your t-shirt, leaving you in your sheer tank top and no bra.

Your erect nipples haven’t gone unnoticed by him and your words make him grunt in response. You watch as he starts palming himself through his sweatpants, body now towering over you as he stares down at you.

You’ve seen Jungkook shirtless before, when he’s working out or playing some random sport with his friends that you agreed to cheer him on for from the sidelines. Even when he stays over or you stay over at his. So, his physique shouldn’t be surprising to you and it isn’t, but the sight of his bare torso right now drives you up the fucking wall.

He reaches for the hem of your panties, making you close your thighs as he yanks them down your legs. The massive string of slick still connected to your underwear makes him swear loudly, your panties aggressively tossed to the floor by him.

“I can’t believe how wet it’s made you,” he grunts as he places his hands on your knees and gently spreads your thighs again, eyes glued to your sticky pussy. “I’m pretty confident I’ve satisfied all the people I’ve had sex with but I’ve never seen anything like this. You’re fucking dripping.”

And you are. You can hear the splatter of a droplet hitting your floor and the embarrassment drives you absolutely insane.

You notice his hand tightening around his boner. “Fuck, I want to taste.”

You can tell he wants to touch, lick, taste you but you’ve already made it clear that you need him to fuck you right this instant.

“Jungkook, I’ll literally die if you don’t fuck me right now.” You lean back onto your elbows, eyes still staring up at him as he slowly starts tugging his sweatpants down his legs. Soon he ditches the Calvin Klein boxers too, allowing his erection to spring free.

Your eyes drop down to the dick in his hand, hard as a rock as he spits in his hand and strokes himself whilst eyeing you. His dick is red at the tip but darkens at the shaft, it’s not massive but it’s not small either. It’s just the right size. The sight alone could have you squirting hands-free.

You need to be sedated.

“I don’t have any protection on me,” he begins, “Are you–”

You cut him off. “I’m clean. Are you?”

You know Jungkook is incredibly responsible when it comes to his sex life but you still make it a thing to ask.

“Yeah,” he breathes out. Upper teeth sunken into his bottom lip. Strokes his own dick.

“Good, ‘cause I need to feel everything,” you grunt as you reach for your clit. You drag your fingers up your wet slit and pull your fingers away from your pussy to show him the thick string of your slick that stays connected from your pussy to your fingers. The string doesn’t break even though you’ve stretched it out a few inches.

It’s your way of telling him you don’t need any prep because you are disgustingly drenched.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He takes a few moments to collect himself before he positions himself at your sex. He rubs the head of his dick up and down your slit, gathering your slick onto his tip with a hiss escaping his mouth. “Birth control?”

Your legs violently jerk at the sensation of the head of his dick rubbing up and down your slit. You could cum right now. “Yeah.” Your reply leaves your lips in a pornographic moan and you can’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed about it.

He positions his dick at your hole with one hand whilst the other supports your leg by the back of your knee. “Ready?”

“For fuck’s sake, just put it in already. I feel like I’ll come undone any second,” you whimper, your chest rising and falling dramatically as you pant.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, looking up into your eyes for the first time since you showed him your wet pussy. He slowly starts pushing into you, his eyes watching your face as your mouth falls open and your eyebrows scrunch together at the intrusion.

A whiny groan leaves his throat as your walls wrap around him. “Holy shit. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet,” he mumbles more to himself as he starts pushing further in, the sweet moans spilling from your lips raising goosebumps on his arms as you clench around him, threatening to milk him of everything he’s worth.

He leans forward and hovers over you, wedging himself in between your legs as he keeps pushing into you. His hands are flat against the mattress on each side of your waist, the back of your knees bent at his forearms, around his elbows. You’re spread so wide that the sound of your soaking pussy is, at times, louder than the slapping of his skin against yours.

You cry out at the pleasure, it’s like your sensitivity has been cranked up to a hundred. Your senses are sent into overdrive, the tiniest friction has your head spinning because nothing compares to how you’re feeling right now.

You open your eyes to the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen, Jungkook on top of you with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes closed. He’s gorgeous.

Tears prick in your eyes at the pleasure, the head of his dick rubbing against your walls so good has you seeing stars. You can feel every single ridge, vein, nook and cranny of his dick as he fucks into you. Your walls tighten around him so well, your slick already making a sticky mess against his sex and your bum.

As if he sensed you looking at him, his eyes crack open and stare down at yours. His gaze drops down to your lips and before you know it, he has his lips pressed to yours. You’re surprised at first but your lips quickly work back, a moan escaping your throat which allows him to lick into your mouth.

After several minutes of making out and fucking, Jungkook pulls back to catch his breath. “Sorry about that but you feel– you feel so fucking good,” he grunts as he leans back again, turning you onto your side and lifting your leg as he continues to fuck into you.

You yelp at the switch of position, your fingers tightly wrapping around the sheets under your waist, watching as your leg slightly jerks against his chest but he restrains your thigh as he holds onto it tightly.

The familiar clench in your stomach takes you by surprise. Already?

“I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna–” You have never orgasmed this fast and definitely not from solely penetration before but this pill is working wonders.

Jungkook nods his head in understanding as he kisses your calf that’s up on his shoulder. “Cum on my dick, babe,” he says with a moan before he tilts his head back in bliss.

Fuck him for using that pet name.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. I’m gonna…” you cry out as your orgasm drops onto you like a pile of fucking bricks, a million volts of electricity frying your brains and making your heart beat a thousand miles a minute.

You’re grateful that Jungkook keeps fucking you because your orgasm has never lasted this long before. Your legs are shaking, your hands are bunching up the sheets around you and your throat burns from the cries you’ve let out.

The continuous clenching of your pussy during your orgasm has pushed Jungkook to the edge as well, his brows furrowed in concentration.

His own orgasm approaches him as his thrusts get a little rougher, your breasts bouncing from the momentum of his hips slamming into yours.

Not long after you, he pulls out in one swift motion. It seems like he pulled out right on time because ropes of his warm cum instantly land all over your sex and stomach the moment he pulls out.

He reaches for his dick and pumps himself to milk himself of every drop, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he watches himself cum all over his best friend.

His hand comes to a halt and he collapses on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath.

After a few moments of silence and no movement other than the heavy breathing, you say, “Jungkook…”

He pauses for a moment and then says, “Give me a few minutes, I’ll be ready for round two in a bit.” His voice is quiet and muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck.

“Round two?” you ask him, a scrunch on your brows as you frown at the ceiling.

He slowly lifts his head, his eyes searching yours. “Yeah, you don’t wanna go for round two?” he asks, his voice is neutral as if he’s asking you about the weather. Doesn’t he realize he just fucked you? He’s talking to you with the sweetest look in his eyes as if he didn’t just give you most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

“Well… Yeah. But I don’t expect you to,” you quietly say, blinking up at him with doe eyes.

“Nonsense,” he grumbles as he finally pushes himself off of you, his softening dick retreating from you. He glances down at your chest and looks back up at you. “Can I take this off?” he asks, gently tugging at your tank top.

Without another word, you reach for the hem of your tank top and pull it over your head. He quietly apologizes as he takes it from you and uses it to wipe your body clean before tossing it aside. He knows you’re too fucked out to scold him for it.

Jungkook’s eyes immediately drop down to your breasts, his big brown eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. His hands reach up but freeze right above your breasts, eyes glancing up to read your expression and see if it’s okay to touch them.

Your eyes flicker with desperation. “Please,” you breathe out, encouraging him to go ahead.

He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks at his thumb, bringing it down to toy with your erect nipple. “Wow,” he whispers, closing in on your other breast with his mouth as he gently licks and sucks on your nipple.

Your moans sound pathetic, hips involuntarily thrusting up into his. It makes him chuckle like the cocky asshole that he is, his hand gently pressing against your stomach to push your hips down. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone this horny,” he states as he rolls off of you and props himself up next to you, leaning on his elbow to support his own weight.

His hand slowly trails from your breast down to your stomach and you’re already spreading your thighs further apart for him which makes him chuckle again. The tips of his middle and ring finger find your clit, the direct contact to the most sensitive area in your body sends a shiver down your legs.

Small circles are being rubbed onto your clit by his soft fingers and after a few moments, his eyes shift down to his fingers as he pulls them away from your pussy. “Look,” he says in a deep exhale.

You glance down at his hand like he’s asking you to. He’s showing you the string of slick that’s connected to his fingers and if you weren’t high off arousal right now, you’d be extremely embarrassed at how wet you are.

His fingers dive back in, sliding in between your folds and massaging all around before he plunges his fingers into you. This makes you thrust your hips straight up into his hand, a pornographic moan spilling from your lips.

“You’re so needy,” he chuckles, pushing you down as he starts furiously fucking his fingers into you, curling them repeatedly to assault your g-spot.

You yelp at the torture on your sweet spot. “Shut the fuck up,” you grunt, your reaction to his teaseful words makes him chuckle.

He presses his soft lips into the side of your neck as he continues his abuse on your pussy, not commenting on the way your legs jolt and jerk with every curl of his fingers but forcefully restraining you from writhing with his own body.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna–”

“Already?” he teases you, twisting his body so half of it is now hovering over you. You turn to look at him as you sob, the squishing sounds your pussy makes are loud enough to finally embarrass you. His face is hovering right over yours as his hands slam into your sex. Your hands reach up to the back of his head, pulling him down to press your lips into his so you can avoid his piercing gaze.

He wastes no time kissing you back, his hand picking up its insanity-inducing pace. White spots cover your eyelids as a strange sensation washes over you. It’s not an orgasm, you don’t recall ever feeling this before. You cry into his mouth and it takes you a second to realize you’re squirting all over your bed.

“Fuuuck,” Jungkook grunts into your mouth, the pace of his hand never faltering as it continues to slam into your sex. Tears stream down your face as your second orgasm quickly approaches you right after your squirt session, your legs continuously jerking and squirming under him.

“Jungkook–!” you sob as your hips involuntarily recoil against the mattress, your orgasm finally hitting you directly after your squirt session. Your hips running away from Jungkook’s hand doesn’t mean anything to him. He just keeps fucking his fingers into you. Lips still pressed to yours as he swallows your pleading cries.

He hums against your mouth, lips wrapping around your tongue as he gently sucks on it. You aggressively squirm under him, your hands weakly pressed up against his shoulders and chest in an attempt to push him off. He finally gets the memo and retreats his fingers.

He can’t help himself as he pulls away from your lips, bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, humming in delight at the taste of his best friend.

He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop and sits up, looking down at the mess you created. “Damn. I didn’t know you could do all that,” he mumbles before running his hand back up your disgustingly wet slit, holding you down with his other hand to keep you from squirming.

You can’t even answer, you’re completely fucked out under him, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re not giving up on me, are you?” he quips, using his sticky hand to pump his growing erection.

Your eyes drop down to his hand, swallowing hard as you eye his dick. “Get on all fours, come on,” he says as he slaps your thigh, getting on his knees on your mattress in front of you.

“Give me a second, you freak,” you mumble as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You shake your head in an attempt to gather your thoughts but it doesn’t do much.

You finally turn over and lazily get onto your hands and knees, arms shaking and you try your best to ignore your slick trickling down the back of your thighs.

His hand comes down to knead your asscheek, a low grunt leaving his throat. “If there’s one thing I’ve fantasized about when it comes to you, it’s your ass,” he mutters under his breath, both his hands now kneading the soft skin of your bum.

“You’ve fantasized about me?” you ask him, glancing over your shoulder to look back at him.

His eyes glance into yours before they return to your perky ass in front of him, one hand stopping the kneading of your cheek to pump his dick and position it at your sex.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t,” he starts, “but it was only a handful of times and it was way back when we first met, no worries,” he adds, rubbing the tip of his dick up your slit. “I take our friendship seriously.”

It knocks a moan out of you and your arms already give out, your face colliding with the mattress under you. How seriously did you both take this friendship if you’re rubbing your genitals together right now?

“Have you fantasized about me?” he quietly asks you, a quiet hiss leaving his lips as he continues to rub his tip up and down your wetness.

You sniff, silently thinking about your answer for a moment before sighing and saying, “Maybe once a year.”

A soft chuckle escapes his lips at your response and he shakes his head. He doesn’t reply and instead pushes into you, groaning at the stretch again. “I literally just fucked you, how are you still so–” he groans loudly as he bottoms out. He throws his head back as he starts fucking into you but quickly tilts it back down to watch the skin of your asscheeks recoil against his hips.

Your pathetic wimpers make him reach around your hip, gently rubbing your clit as he starts thrusting into you. You cry out at the overstimulation, stretching your arm out behind you to push into his lower stomach in an attempt to push him off but there’s absolutely no strength behind the push because you don’t want him to stop.

“You sound so fucking pretty like this,” he grunts, fingers continuing to rub circles on your overstimulated clit and he pays absolutely no mind to your hand pressing into his lower abdomen. “Tell me how I’m making you feel.”

With another sob into your pillow, you shake your head at his request. He can’t possibly expect you to form a coherent sentence, right?

That’s until you feel a sharp sting spread through your asscheek, your ass recoiling from the spanking he just gave you. You gasp and lazily turn your face to look over your shoulder at him as you shout, “Jeon Jungkook!”

He leans over, his chest pressed into your back and his lips pressed against your ear. “Tell me,” he whispers as he pushes you forward, watching you fall flat onto your stomach, face pressed into the pillows. You’re now fully lying face down on the mattress.

Just as you turn to look over your shoulder at him, he has entered you again. The fact that you’re lying face down with your legs together makes him curse as he struggles to enter you all the way but he does, the feeling of being wrapped all around him has you seeing stars.

He places his hands on each side of your elbows as you prop yourself up on them, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear and his chest pressed into your back as he starts thrusting into you again.

“Jungkook,” you moan as you turn your face slightly, eyes staring up at him. His face is so close to yours, eyes glued to the mattress underneath you.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

Fuck. Why would he call you that?

Your mouth is agape and your eyebrows are furrowed as Jungkook keeps fucking into you from behind, his eyes finally shifting to yours. His proximity and intense eyes make you finally comply as you say, “It– It feels so fucking good.”

His black eyes penetrate yours and you can’t tear your eyes away from his. “You look so fucking pretty like this, Y/N, holy shit. I just wanna–” he grunts as he cuts himself off, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder as he keeps fucking into your tightness.

“You just wanna what?” you say, a soft whimper following your words as you encourage him to finish his sentence.

“Destroy you.”

A cry spills from your lips the moment he says that, the pace in which he’s thrusting picks up and it’s getting rougher with each passing second. At this point you’re almost getting hatefucked and you can’t help but love every second of it.

“I hope that’s a promise,” you manage to reply.

“Oh yeah?” His hand wraps around your throat from the back, making you lift your head up, the back of your head colliding with his shoulder. Your temple is pressed against his jaw as he gently squeezes your throat.

The sinful sounds such as his skin slapping against yours, the squelshing of your wet pussy and the moans spilling from your lips are the only things you can hear and want to hear at this moment.

Jungkook’s lips and nose graze the shell of your ear, quiet moans leaving his mouth and you can only describe it as liquid gold being ladled into your ear by angels.

“Fuck, come ride me.” He doesn’t even wait for a response as he slides right out of you, lets go of your throat and drops his body next to yours before rolling onto his back. His strong arms reach for you and yank you up by your arm and waist, pulling you toward him.

A surprised yelp leaves you as you’re forced to climb onto him, every single time your clit grazes his skin has you biting back a pathetic sob. You guide his dick toward your sex and without hesitation, you sink right down onto his sex.

He grunts at the way you tightly wrap around him, hands reaching for your hips. You start bouncing on him, thighs and ass slapping into his hips which makes him moan your name softly.

You throw your head back in pure bliss and place your hands on his thighs, allowing yourself to lean back on them and support your weight as you fuck yourself on his dick.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles as he watches your every movement, eyes scanning the way your face twists in pleasure, the way your breasts bounce, the way your stomach jiggles, the way pretty moans continuously fall from your lips.

He brings his fingers to your sex and rubs that pattern that you like directly onto your clit. He watches as your body starts jerking and your legs start trembling with a shit-eating grin.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna–”

He cuts you off. “I know, pretty. Cum all over me,” he says as he continues to stimulate your already overstimulated clit.

You want to keep riding, you really, really want to but you can’t. Your body collapses right on top of his torso, breathless and a mess. He jumps right into action as he holds onto your forearms and pins them into your lower back, holding you tightly against his chest as he thrusts up into you.

Your face is buried in the pillow right next to his head, your cries probably deafening him as he fucks you toward your 3rd orgasm of the hour. Your body is moving like jelly at this point and you can’t contain your sobs as your body continues to tremble like a leaf in the wind.

Your 3rd orgasm hits you like a fucking train and you can’t even move, you keep crying in Jungkook’s hold as he mercilessly pounds his hips up into you.

Fireworks explode on the back of your eyelids, electricity fries your brain into a pile of mush and your body is set alight, all your nerve endings bursting with magma.

When you’ve ridden out your orgasm, a surprised whimper rips through your throat when you’re suddenly flipped, thrown onto your back against your mattress and your legs pushed back towards your torso.

He climbs onto you and slides right back in, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he harshly fucks into you, his hands placed against the mattress right next to your ribs on each side of your body.

You weakly crack your eyes open to glance up at him, your gaze shifting all over his face. The layer of sweat covering his forehead and nose, his bottom lip trapped in between his bunny teeth, his eyes staring deep into your fucking soul.

“Where… Where do you want me to cum?” he breathily asks, his hips aggressively recoiling against yours as his own orgasm approaches him rapidly.

“Fill me up until you pass out, Jungkook.” Your voice is hoarse at this point, cracking at the end of your sentence. He knows it’s nothing more than a figure of speech but it’s got his hips stuttering for a moment.

“Fuck, you’re so…” He can’t even finish his sentence as he’s finally releasing his load, shooting ropes of his cum straight into his best friend.

“Fuck,” he curses continuously as his thrusts get inconsistent. His head drops onto your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as he moans softly with each sloppy thrust, the disgusting squelching of his cum being fucked into you rings louder than any alarm. After his climax has washed away, he finally collapses on top of you, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

You stay like that, staring up at the ceiling as tears roll down the sides of your face from the pleasure, overstimulation and sensitivity still pulsating in your veins.

After a few more moments, Jungkook quietly rolls off of you and tries to catch his breath.

You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands and exhale deeply before whispering his name.

He opens his eyes and turns his head to you, humming softly in response.

“Thank you,” is all you can say.

He shakes his head and props himself up on his elbows as he glances at you. “Don’t thank me just yet. You said it can last up to 3 days, right?”

Your brows pinch together and your stomach bursts into flames. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m not done with you yet.”

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