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uncharted territory | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: lmao i don’t even know… angst? smut?

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.5K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: use of alcohol and weed, cursing, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, over-the-shirt nipple play, dry humping, ruined orgasms.

⤑ A/N: hihihi! just here to remind you how much i appreciate all of you guys reading this story nd getting as invested as you are!! don’t hesitate to let me know what’s on your mind - no matter what it is ., feedback is my favorite!!

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You Broke Me First | social media au

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{jimin x y/n x jungkook au; fakedating!au}

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You Broke Me First | social media au

{jimin x y/n x jungkook au; fakedating!au}

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best of me | masterlist

banner by the beautiful @anna-muse​ 💘 

status: completed (total word count. 42k)

pairing ↠ park jimin x reader

genre ↠ best friends to lovers | college AU | angst, fluff, smut

18+ | series warnings: drinking, swearing, mature sexual content, Y/N gets mild anxiety attacks, lots of crying, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy, brief violence, brief sexual harassment (not any of the main characters), explicit sexual content.

summary ↠ you didn’t mean to fall for your best friend, and you most definitely shouldn’t have slept with him.

(previously titled best friends)

chapters (repost in progress)

author note

↠ 1. love you inside out

↠ 2. slow down

↠ 3. into it (m)

4. right here

5. wicked games

6. friends (m)

7. one way or another

8. you are the reason

9. talk slow (m) final

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

long way home 14 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.9k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

warnings: crying koo :(

summary: the one where jungkook is absolutely helpless and there's only you he needs.

a/n: 🤧🤧🤧🤧

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | gonna add the links tmrw im too tired rn

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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5 months ago

When you picked up Jungkook's call you didn't expect him to utter a desperate and exhausted "I need you", followed shortly by a deep, wretched sigh.

You didn't ask follow up questions. Didn't ask where he had been for the last two weeks, why he didn't answer you texts or calls. Simply because you know exactly how he must feel like if he calls you because he feels vulnerable and helpless. And you'll always be there for him whenever needs you.

20 minutes later and you're knocking on his door. He doesn't open immediately, but once he does you're left with a very confusing picture.

Jungkook has a tiny, sleeping baby in his arms.

"She just fell asleep, please don't make too much noise," Jungkook whispers.

You close the door as you enter his apartment, your eyes not leaving the small baby girl in his arms.

The second thing you notice is how tired Jungkook looks like. His hair is a mess, you can see the dark bags under his eyes from a distance.

You don't notice the state of his apartment - messy, unorganised and chaotic - until later, you are too distracted fixing your attention on Jungkook's big arms carrying a tiny human. His tattooed arm is supporting her neck while his other hand is placed on her back.

Jungkook walks down the hallway and you follow him.

"Are you a babysitter now? What have I missed?"

Jungkook enters his gaming/home gym room and the slight jocularity that had spread through you disappears as soon as you take a look around the room.

There's a crib. In his room. Where his whole gaming set up was supposed to be.

Jungkook bends down, softly placing the little girl inside the crib. He saunters back to you, leaving the door ajar.

"Who's baby is that?" you inquire. The answer should be obvious but it can't be.

With a deep stare into you eyes he says, "It's my baby." He closes his eyes, seemingly aware of how bizarre and sudden this must sound for you.

You blink once, twice. But you don't know what to say.

Jungkook starts walk towards his living room and you're right behind him.

"I...I haven't seen you for two weeks now and you...you have a baby?"

He leans against the back of his couch and you halt in front of him.

"God, I know how fucking absurd this looks like. I mean, I didn't know either."

Your brows instantly go up at this. "What? What do you mean you didn't know either?"

"I-" He ruffles his hair, eyes cast down before he continues a moment later. "Sora showed up, like two weeks ago, with Nabi in a car seat and told me that she'd been pregnant after we broke up and..." Jungkook trails off, one of his hands forming into a fist. "She said she thought the baby was from her boyfriend - or ex-boyfriend now, I don't fucking know - but after Nabi was born he insisted on taking a paternity test. He wasn't Nabi's dad."

Your mouth hangs open. "Are you sure that you're...?"

"She promised. Sora promised she hadn't been with any other men." Jungkook continues, "She was crying. And I told her that we should talk about this, discuss things. But she wouldn't listen. She said she couldn't do this alone, said that she had tried but everything became too much for her. And then she left. She fucking left me alone with a baby. I didn't have food, or clothes or diapers or anything."

"I was...I didn't know what to do. I called Sora. Hundredths of times. She didn't pick up once. I messaged her, asked her to help me, told her that we could somehow figure this out. But she blocked me. She fucking blocked me!"

"Fuck, Sora left without even telling me Nabi's name!" He raises his hands in the air, his anger taking over. "I only found out because she put the birth certificate in that stupid baby car seat."

You see the tears shining in his eyes, but you stay quiet, allowing him to continue his rant.

"And then I went to the store to buy her stuff. I bought diapers and clothes and formula. But then this lady told me I wasn't allowed to buy more than two boxes of formula, which, what the fuck? I don't fucking understand that."

"You know, I thought, I though maybe I could handle this. But I just - I can't, y/n. I swear I tried. I tried so fucking hard to be a good dad but this, this won't work. I don't - I don't know what to do anymore. I haven't showed up at work since she's here. I could hire a babysitter, but shit, you saw how small she is? I'm not letting Nabi alone with a fucking stranger. She is my...I can't do that."

A single tear rolls down his cheek. "Hey," you whisper softly, a hand traveling up his face to swipe his tear away.

"I tried to be good. I tried everything, y/n. But she's always crying and screaming and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm exhausted."

"It's okay," you tell him, wiping away another tear. "We can figure this out together."

In that moment, Nabi's wailing is heard from her room. You stop Jungkook before he can move to get her.

"I'll get her. You can stay here."

Once you're in Nabi's room you scoop her up in your arms. "Hi Nabi," you coo. You sway her in your arms and she slowly calms down. She's still awake though, watching you with her big eyes. They look similar to Jungkook's.

As you look around the room you can't help but think about how ridiculous it looks. There's a treadmill, a power rack and a pec deck machine and then there's a wooden crib in the corner. How lovely.

"You're not gonna leave that room like that, are you?" You ask as you walk back and sit down next to Jungkook on the couch, Nabi still in your arms.

"I'll renovate that room. I just haven't had time for that yet."

You look down at Nabi, her eyes slowly falling shut. "How old is she?"

"Almost 4 weeks." Jungkook gazes at you both. "Her cuteness makes up for the restless nights she gives me."

You look at him and notice the redness in his eyes. You don't know if it's because of the lack of sleep or because he just cried a little. Nonetheless, he looks exhausted as hell and you feel sorry for him. He shouldn't have to do this all by himself."

"Thank you for coming."

"I'll always be here when you need me." With a soft smile adorning your face you try to tame his unkempt hair. "How are you feeling?"

A gloomy sigh escapes his mouth. "Tired."

"Didn't get any sleep in the last 2 weeks?"

He rubs his eyes. "Barely." Jungkook puts his head back, sighing deeply with closed eyes. "I just don't get why Sora thought Nabi would be better off with me. I'm fucking miserable at this. I'm alone and supposed to raise a child? A baby ? This- this is not gonna fucking work."

"Hey," you frown and nudge him lightly on the shoulder. "You have me." You scoot closer to him. "You'll always have me."

He doesn't look assured yet, so you add, "We can do this together, Koo. You don't have to be alone. We'll go through this together. You and me. Just like always." You give him an encouraging smile and you see the hope  slowly springing up in his sad eyes.

"You'd to that?" he inquires. "You'd to this with me?" His voice is quiet, almost like he's afraid to ask that question.

"I'm not leaving you. Not ever."

"You're like-" He pauses, brooding over his next words. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Your whole body gets drowned in a silly, euphoric feeling. A shy smile appears on your face.

"Get some rest. I'll be here for the whole time." Looking down at the tiny girl in your arms you say, "I'll take good care of her."

Jungkook gets up and stands in front of you. "Thank you," he whispers. Gently, he cups your face with his big hands. His thumbs slowly skim over your skin. "I don't deserve you." Jungkook leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead.

~

You cleaned Jungkook's whole apartment. It was a mess when you got here and now every thing is tidy again. Hopefully it'll stay like this.

Now it's 2am, Nabi is in a deep slumber after you fed her, and you need to go home.

You don't want to leave without letting Jungkook know. Slowly, you open his bedroom door. He lies on his stomach, limbs outstretched and fast asleep, just like his little girl in the next room.

You knock on the door. "Jungkook?"

He tosses in his bed but contrary to your expectations, he immediately rises from the bed, stumbling on his feet as he strides towards you.

"Everything good?" he makes sure, voice groggy.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Nabi's asleep and I've tidied up your apartment. I don't think I've ever seen it this clean," you chuckle.

A weak smile falls on Jungkook's lips. "You're the best," he mutters, pulling you into a hug. He rests his chin on your head and slowly sways to the left and right with you. "You're the the best," he repeats, his nose rubbing against your hair and inhaling deep. "And you smell good."

You giggle. "And you're drunk on sleep." You push him back by the chest, leaning away a little. "I think I should go now."

"No, no no. What are you talking about?" A slight frown settles on his features. "You can stay here." He pauses, then adds, a little softer, "I need you to stay over. Please?"

Before you realise it, you're already nodding.

And then Nabi starts crying. She cried a lot while you were cleaning up Jungkook's apartment, but never for too long, somehow she always calmed down when she was in your embrace.

"I'll get her," Jungkook says. "I think she got used to sleeping in my bed at night."

He leaves the room to get Nabi and you're left with a slight pout on your lips, the thought of Jungkook sleeping with teeny tiny Nabi in his big bed making your heart clench.

Not soon after you're dressed in something comfier and have brushed your teeth. You slide into the bed, Nabi already in the middle of the bed, close to Jungkook. Despite her loud cries from earlier, she seems to be fast asleep again.

"She's so tiny," you say, brushing over her soft cheek with your finger.

"Thanks for staying with me."

You look over at Jungkook, smiling. "Of course."

Jungkook pecks your cheek, whispering the softest "Love you" you've ever heard.

"Love you too, new baby daddy."

Jungkook grimaces. "Don't call me that."

"But that's what you are now," you point out.

"Well, then you're my baby mama."

Now you're the one grimacing. "Ew. That sounds awful."

"But that's what you are now," he mimics you.

You roll your eyes. "Just go back to sleep please."

"The come closer. Why the fuck are you so far away." Jungkook grabs your waist and draws you closer.

"I don't wanna crush Nabi."

But Jungkook is having none of that. He grabs your calve, pulling your leg over his body. "Now I can go to sleep." He slides an arm across Nabi, placing it on your hip.

You nuzzle your face into the pillow that smells of him. "Good night."

"Good night, baby."

seoul x bts

BTS Reaction - when they’re the sub (Hyung line)

Seokjin 

The softest sigh of pleasure escapes Jin’s lips as you trail yours along the slope of his neck,  caressing his skin with every lingering kiss.  He’s never one to be particularly noisy, but you can tell from the way his hands are kneading into your fleshy curves that he’s enjoying all of the attention he’s being lavished with, quiet or not.

“Jinnie,” you murmur against his shoulder, rolling your hips to grind against the bulge in his pants and delighting in the way his breath hitches.   Nothing gives you more pleasure than making Jin fall apart under your touch, and it takes little more than the feel of his abdominals shuddering under your fingertips to make your core start to throb with want.  “Remember what we talked about a couple weeks ago, Jinnie?”  

“Hmm?” he murmurs half-heartedly, flopping his head to the side to allow you even greater access to his throat as you continue to pepper kisses along it.  

“About spicing things up a little bit?”  Suddenly you have his full attention, turning back to face you with opened eyes, his hands stilling on your hips.  You watch as the smallest of creases appear between Jin’s eyebrows and the way he pauses to lick his lips before speaking, seemingly hesitant.  

“I don’t really like the idea of being rough with you, Jagi…” His eyes flick between yours, trying to gauge whether his rebuttal of your previous request is making you upset.  “I don’t want to call you names or… or hurt you.”  Honestly, you’d been expecting him to say this anyway.  The first time you’d mentioned him taking a more dominant position in the bedroom he’d seemed less than keen on the idea, and even though he’d promised to think about it, you knew his answer would still be no the next time you asked.  That’s why you’ve come armed with another suggestion this time, the thought of which intrigues you just as much as the last.  

You lean down on your elbows either side of Jin’s head, looking down into his deep brown eyes with small smile.  

“What about if I take the lead instead?”  you propose quietly.  You don’t wait to witness Jin’s reaction, leaning down to kiss him leisurely instead, giving him time to mull it over.

“You?”  he murmurs against your lips, his hands slipping down from your hips to your behind, giving you a squeeze.    

“Me,” you confirm, pulling away and sitting up, looking down from where you’re sat astride his lips.  It’s difficult to read Jin’s expression or thoughts about the idea - but at least he doesn’t look so immediately negative as he did last time.  “Do you trust me?”  

“Of course.”  His answer is automatic, without even a hint of doubt; a reminder of just how much Jin loves you and how lucky you are to have him.  

You strip yourself of your blouse under Jin’s watchful eyes, smiling at the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his gaze shamelessly drifts over the swell of your breasts.  As soon as it’s off of your body you fold it into a makeshift blindfold, and though Jin initially looks a little confused, he soon realises what you’re intending to do as you lean forward and lay it gently across his eyes.  

His natural reaction is to pull away, twisting his face away, but when you utter a soft ‘trust me’ Jin suddenly stills, letting you apply the blindfold and secure it tightly behind his head.  The quickening of his breath is almost instantaneous, though you don’t pass comment on it.  

“Can you see me?”  you ask quietly, climbing off of his hips to kneel between his open legs, slipping your hands down his naked chest and watching with satisfaction at the way all his muscles jump at your touch.  

“No,” he answers huskily, and after that you remain completely silent, letting Jin’s panting breaths fill the room.  You undo his belt and pants deftly, pulling them off along with his boxers, and Jin’s hips instinctively thrust up into nothing as the cold air hits his cock.  It’s already weeping with anticipation,  laying thick and heavy against his stomach, and although every instinct is telling you to climb back on top of him and put it to good use, you force yourself to focus solely on his pleasure instead, dipping your head to start licking and kissing your way up the inside of his thighs.  

Not being able to see you seems to be heightening Jin’s sense of touch, and when you blow gently against one of the wet marks you just sucked onto his thigh, he lets out a sound you’ve never heard from him before.  It’s a whimper, a mewl; a sound that shoots straight to your core and has you rubbing your thighs together to ease your arousal.  Slowly, you work your way up towards his cock, taking your sweet time, greedily trying to drag more and more noises of pleasure from his lips.  

Jin starts grabbing at the sheets when you start to plant kisses along the length of his cock, travelling upward and kitten licking at the head when you get there, blowing on it when you pull away.  

“S-shit…” he curses under his breath, and just that one word is telling of how much this is affecting him - Jin never swears in front of you.  You tease him relentlessly after that, giving him just the slightest of touches of your lips or teeth or tongue but never actually letting him slip inside the heat of your mouth, and within minutes Jin is losing his composure, his hips twisting restlessly underneath you, gasps and whimpers and sinful moans pouring out of him with abandon.  

“Aa-ah!” Jin cries out when you flick your tongue against his frenulum, smirking as you look up at him from between his legs, knowing he can’t see you.  “Please… Jagi…”

“What’s wrong Jinnie?”  You can see Jin struggling between his need for release and his own pride as he purses his lips together for a moment, turning his face to the side.  “You need something?”  

“You.”  He lets out another strangled moan when you lick up the bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit and nothing more.  “You, please!”

“What would you like me to do, hmm?”  Again he pauses, breathing raggedly, broad chest heaving up and down as his cheeks turn a deep shade of pink when he finally relents, voice breaking as he begs,

“Put your mouth around me, please, Jagi.  Let me cum down your throat.”  

And he does, mere seconds after you take him between your lips, smiling like the cat that got the cream.   

Yoongi

“M-mommy…”  You’re watching Yoongi like a predator watches their prey, eyes fixed on him as you wet your lips and tilt your head, closely noting the way his muscles tick as you push him closer to his orgasm.

He’s quite the sight to see tonight; covered in a fine sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, hands grasping the sheets helplessly.  You love having Yoongi like this beneath you, trussed up and whimpering.  He’s never more beautiful than when he’s begging for release, which is why you’ve been making him do just that for the last thirty minutes, relishing in every broken sound he makes.  

“You’re doing so well, baby boy,” you coo, dragging your palm up and down his cock, squeezing on the upstroke.  It’s impossible to keep the smirk that appears on your face at bay at the way he responds; his hips jerking up from the bed, throwing his head back into the pillow.  It’s criminal, really, how much pleasure you derive in watching him suffer.   “Just a little longer.”

“Too much,” he whimpers, his head craning so far to the side like it’s he’s trying to hide, eyes screwing up tight as you quicken the pace of your hand,  “‘s too much.”  

“I thought you liked it when mommy played with your little dick?”   Yoongi mewls again as you run your thumb over his slit, spreading what little pre-cum there still remains after so long over the swollen, sensitive head.  His cock is anything if small, actually - especially now, when it’s so hard and angry and red - but you know how much he likes being made to feel little, and you’re more than happy to indulge his various kinks and fantasies.   “Maybe I should stop, hmm?”  

“No!”  he quickly disagrees, eyes opening up wide as he picks his head up from the pillow to stare down at you, a panicked look on his face.   “Just… feels so good - I can’t-”  

“You can,” you insist, speeding up after that all too brief reprieve, eager to watch Yoongi fall apart.  He lets out a strangled moan, his hips rocking from side to side as you work him roughly, cupping his balls in your other hand and giving them the lightest squeeze, knowing that it’ll push him closer to the edge.  

Yoongi bites his lips, tipping his head back as you feel his length start to swell in your hand, his testicles drawing up tight, and just as he’s about to reach his high you abruptly stop your ministrations, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing it tight to stop the orgasm in its tracks.   Yoongi’s beside himself when he realises; shaking his head from side to side at your continuing denial of his pleasure, his whole body trembling.  

“No, no, no, please!” he sobs, lifting his clasped hands from his stomach and drawing them up to his face, using the heel of his palms to stop the tears that are threatening to spill.   He passed the point of being ashamed of his desperation approximately four near-orgasms ago, his cock is throbbing and pulsing but spilling not a drop, and with every dry heave of Yoongi’s chest you feel your own arousal growing, dripping onto the sheets underneath you.  “Please let me cum, mommy.  P-please!”  

The poor boy, it must feel like agony.  

Once again, you begin gently fondling Yoongi’s cock, wondering to yourself just how long you can keep this up without him having to resort to using his safe word.  He’s never used it yet, but by the way his bottom lip is shaking, bitten to ribbons and bleeding, you think it must not be far off.  Perhaps it’s time to take pity on him - before it goes that far.  

“You’ve been a very, very good boy,” you tell him softly, “So good for your mommy.”  He looks back at you with beseeching eyes, holding his breath as he waits for your next words, clearly hoping that you’re going to show him some mercy.  “You know what good boys get, baby?”  Finally releasing him, you sink back on your heels and spread your legs a little wider, letting both your hands reach between them seek out your core and allowing yourself the slightest groan when you discover just how wet you are.  

Apparently Yoongi isn’t the only one who’s been suffering.  

Yoongi gives the slightest shake of his head, hair falling into his eyes.  

“Good boys get to cum inside.”  You hear his breath hitch as he watches you play with yourself, sending him a salacious smile and looking up at him from under your lashes.  “Would you like that?  Cumming inside mommy’s hot, tight cunt?”  He nods frantically, scrambling up onto his knees, cock bobbing against his stomach as he moves.

Slowly, you turn yourself on the spot and put yourself on all fours on the mattress, presenting yourself to him by sinking down onto your elbows and arching your back invitingly, and Yoongi wastes no time at all taking his place behind you.  He places his hand on your lower back, so slow and gentle that it almost seems reverential, but you can feel the way he’s shaking as he lines up his length with your entrance, waiting for your permission.  

“Mommy?” he whispers, and you look back over your shoulder at him with an adoring smile, pushing back a little to slip just the tip of his cock between your folds.  It’s a struggle to not show how much it affects you; you’re almost as desperate for this as he is, your pussy aching with the need to be filled and satisfied.  

“Go ahead.”  Your soft words of encouragement are all Yoongi needs to hear to finally push inside you, slipping in down to the very hilt with how warm and wet you are, and as you feel him stretch out your walls you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning, wanting to hear the groans he makes over any of your own.  He’s throbbing inside you already as he starts thrusting in and out of your at a slow, steady pace, holding onto your hips and breathing harder than you’d expect for only just having gotten started - if you hadn’t have been edging him for so long, that is.  

“I’m not-”  He cuts himself off with a whimper and a falter of his hips, and it takes a second for Yoongi to collect himself enough to speak again.  “I’m g-gonna cum so fast, m-m-, I’m s-sorry.”  He can barely get his words out, his fingertips digging into your hips, and you can tell from the way he’s pushing into you so shallowly that he’s desperately trying to hold on for just a little bit longer.  “Can I, mommy, c-can I?  Please?”  

“Go on, baby,” you groan, rocking yourself backwards onto him, forcing him deeper.  You really don’t want him to cum yet - you’re nowhere near your own high - but you know it’d be both unfair and unrealistic to expect him not to after teasing him for so long.  “Let me hear you.”  He picks up speed, bending over you so his chest pressed against your back as he drills into you, exhaling heavily with every thrust.  

Within seconds  Yoongi’s pace is faltering, sloppy and uncoordinated, and as he starts to cum a shout of ecstasy leaves his lip, his body tensing behind you as his cock pulses inside.  It seems to go on forever, like he’s having every orgasm you deprived him of all at once, grabbing at your hips and crying and whimpering against the space between your shoulder blades as it finally begins to fade.  You feel so full.  Full, and satisfied.  

“Thank you, thank you,” Yoongi mumbles mindlessly against your skin, his hands caressing up and down your waist.  He slips out of you, and even without you shifting position you can feel his cum starting to dribble out, far too much to be able to keep inside.  You turn your head to, resting your cheek on the mattress and closing your eyes as you enjoy the feel of Yoongi pressing loving kisses all the way down your spine.  He gradually works his way downward, finally pressing a kiss against the back of your thigh.  “I’ll make you feel good, mommy, promise.”  

As his tongue starts to lap against your entrance, licking up his own cum and your arousal with a happy hum, you’ve no doubt he will.  

Hoseok 

“Hobi, I’m home!” you call as you shut the apartment door behind yourself, dropping your bag on the hallway floor.  There’s no reply from the next room, or from down the hall, which even on a normal day would seem a little strange.  Hoseok would usually be tackling you into a hug by now, and with the text messages you’d been exchanging earlier… well, he’d seemed so needy that you’d half expected him to be waiting naked by the door from the moment you got back.  

He’s not in the living room, the kitchen, or your shared bedroom, but as you re-enter the hall you suddenly hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.  You smile to yourself as you push open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so you can retain the element of surprise, but as the steam from the piping hot water starts to clear and you get a glimpse of your boyfriend through the misty shower screen, that smile quickly fades.  

Hobi’s stood under the running water with his head flopped forward, chest rising and falling heavily with breaths you can’t quite hear as his hand runs slowly up and down his hardened cock.  He’s got his eyes closed, lips parted, lost in the pleasure he’d so sweetly promised he’d save for when you got home.  

So much for that, hm?  

You strip yourself of your clothes and then silently climb into the tub behind him, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders are flexing and rippling as he touches himself, quietly groaning your name.  

“I thought I told you to wait.”  Hobi practically jumps out of his skin as he hears your voice and feels your arms wrap around his hips, abruptly letting go of himself and twisting his head to try and look at you over his shoulder, flushing guiltily.  

“I wasn’t going to make myself cum, promise,” he says quickly, placing his hands on top of yours and squeezing them,  “I just wanted to be nice and clean for when you got home…. but then I started thinking about you again and it just… it felt really good…”

“I’m sure it did,” you tut, pressing featherlight kisses against his back, wetting your lips with the water that’s still raining down on the two of you, “But I told you to wait, Hobi.”  You feel a tremor run through him when you pull your hands out from under his and take a step back, admiring his pert behind and strong legs with hungry eyes.  

Yes, you’re annoyed that he started without you, but you can’t deny how the sight of it has turned you on.  

You push on Hobi’s lower back, forcing him to bend forward and brace himself on the edge of the tub with his ass in the air.  He’d easily be able to resist you if he wanted to, but then that’s the point; Hobi wants to submit.  He knew he’d get punished if he was caught, and yet he chose to do it anyway.  

“You know what happens when you don’t listen,” you purr, reaching out and taking his buttocks in both hands, squeezing and kneading the wet, slippery flesh.  “Don’t you?”  You see him nod, his eyes closed and biting his lip, waiting for the slap he knows is coming.  “Answer me, Hoseok.”  

“I-I know,” he confirms thickly, rocking back on his heels to push his ass further into your hands.  Through his parted legs you can see his cock dangling toward the the bottom of the tub, still rock hard, a string of clear, sticky fluid seeping from the tip that has you licking your lips at the sight of it.  God, you can’t wait to have him inside you.  

Hobi is soundless the first time your palm slaps harshly against his buttock, the sound of it echoing around the room, but he’s gritting his teeth, his forehead pressed against the bathroom tiles, clearly feeling it’s effects.  He inhales sharply with the second, hissing through his teeth by the third, and with the fourth and fifth he lets out long, wavering moans of pleasure and pain, his back arching when you cup his ass in your hands again.  You watch as his skin reddens beautifully, running your fingertips over the outlines of your multiple handprints and smiling at the way he trembles and whimpers at your touch.  

“You still owe me an apology,” you remind him as you let your hands drop.  Hobi straightens up, turning to face you with a heaving chest.  His cheeks are gorgeously flushed, wet hair plastered to his head.  He reaches for you and you allow him to take you into his arms, pulling you close under the water, his erection digging into your stomach as he presses kisses to the top of your head, murmuring a heartfelt sorry.  “Make it up to me.”  

Hobi pulls away slightly, looking down at you, a bead of water hanging off the end of his nose that’s brushed away when he leans down to kiss you.  He takes your face in his hands, and as his mouth moves keenly against yours you let out a soft moan, dragging your fingernails down his washboard stomach.   

As you’d hoped, it soon escalates into more.  Without breaking your kiss Hobi effortlessly picks you up, holding your ass in his hands as you wrap your legs around his waist and tangle your fingers in his wet hair, pressing your back against the cold bathroom tiles to steady you both.  Part of you realises what a bad idea this is - if he loses his footing even for a moment you could both end up with broken arms or legs or worse - but as you feel his cock brush against your folds you just can’t seem to care.  

“Fuck me,” you demand, pausing only to speak before crashing your lips together again, delving your tongue into Hobi’s mouth as he obediently shoves you in one hard, sharp thrust.  Without any foreplay you can’t deny that it hurts, but as he starts to move, forcefully rutting into you, that pain dissolves into a pleasure that has you clawing at his scalp.  “Harder.  Fuck, harder, Hobi.”  He moans into your shoulder, snapping his hips against you, the bones digging the soft flesh of the inside of your thighs.  “Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop.”  

He kisses you again, so hard that your head bangs back against the tiles, and you answer his assault with a harsh bite of his bottom lip, tugging on it so hard that he yelps from the pain.  You can’t have him thinking he’s in charge, not even for a second; the only reason he’s fucking you now is because you allowed it.  If he hadn’t have spent all day turning you on with his needy texts and call you would’ve just spanked him and left.  

“Make me cum.  God, Hobi, I’m so close, make me cum on your cock.”  For once, your boyfriend listens, altering the angle of his thrusts to somehow get even deeper than before.  That’s all it takes to push you over the edge, white hot pleasure blossoming deep in your core and then spreading all over your body, hitting you in wave after wave, your walls contracting around him as he continues his thrusts, his eyes fixed on the look of bliss on your face.  

As soon as it starts to fade and you regain some clarity, you start to wriggle in his grasp, forcing Hobi to pull out and put you down for fear of dropping you, his brows knitting in confusion.  

“Honey?” he murmurs, reaching for your hand as you turn your back on him, climbing out of the tub without a word.   You grab a towel from the heater and wrap it around yourself before finally turning back to him with a smirk, throwing your wet hair over your shoulder.

“You should’ve listened, Hobi.”  You see him swallow, wetting his lips nervously as he tries to guage whether or not you’re just joking.  He should know you well enough by now to know you’re not.  “You aren’t cumming till I say so.” 

Namjoon

You’ve had the worst of days.  Your boss has been riding you all day over something that wasn’t even your fault, and the office bitch has been… well, a total bitch, as usual.  All day you’ve been counting the down minutes until you can leave, till you can go home to Namjoon, and now that you’re stood outside your apartment you can already feel some of the stress starting to melt away already.  

You can’t hear a single sound from inside the apartment but instinctively you know that Namjoon will be there, waiting for you, and sure enough when you push open the door his slender form is the first thing your eyes see.  Pushing the door closed behind you, you let the smallest of smiles grow across your face, exhaling a happy sigh.  

Namjoon’s kneeling in his usual spot, his eyes on the floor and hands folded neatly in his lap, wearing nothing more than a pair of black jeans and a thick, matching collar around his neck.  You’d almost think he hadn’t even realised you’d come in, so well-controlled is his reaction save the slight increase his breathing rate which gives him away.  

“You’re a welcome sight to come home to,” you tell him softly, and as soon as Namjoon hears you address him directly he picks his eyes up off the floor to look up at you, his plushy pink lips slightly parted.  “Come here, boy.”   You beckon with your finger and Namjoon crawls forward to kneel by your feet, tilting his head to the side when you lovingly run your fingers your his soft, fine hair.   “Talk to me.”   

“Was it a long day, mistress?” he asks you quietly, his voice coming out slightly croaky at first.  

“The worst,” you sigh, continuing to push his hair back from his forehead.  He really is the most handsome of toys you’ve ever owned.  “But I feel much better now I’m home with you.”  You cup his chin in your palm, smiling down at him and feeling your heart flutter when he smiles sweetly back up at you, those perfect dimples of his making an all too fleeting appearance.  

“I’m glad, mistress.  I missed you.”  

“I missed you too.”  You open up your purse and pull out Namjoon’s leash, deftly attaching it to the ring on his collar.  He hums happily when you give it a little tug, shifting his weight from one knee to another, and then reaches out towards your shoes before stopping himself short, looking up at you.

“Can I?”   You nod, lifting up your foot for him to slip off your heels for you one by one.  

“So good to me, aren’t you?”  

“I only want to please you, mistress,” he tells you, looking up at you from under his dark lashes.  

“And you do, boy.”   You thumb his cheek gently before letting go and padding your way over to the sofa with leash in hand, crawling obediently behind you, and when you flop down onto it he kneels himself at your feet again, waiting for your command.  

“Are you hungry, mistress?  

“No,” you sigh, letting yourself slump to the side, your head on the arm of the sofa.  Honestly, all you want is unwind in his company after such a horrible day.  “Just… help me relax.”  Namjoon blinks back at you for just a moment, clearly expecting more instruction.

“What would you like me to do, mistress?”  he asks, and you know that a good dom would tell him exactly what they want and exactly how to do it, but right now your brain is so frazzled that even you don’t know what you want.  

“Just… anything you want.”  His eyes widen slightly, his head tilting to the side in confusion.  This isn’t how things normally go between the two of you - not at all.   “You’ve been so well behaved just lately; my gorgeous little boy is long overdue a real treat.”  

“Thank you, mistress,” Namjoon says solemnly, dropping his gaze to the floor and wetting his lips, and when he looks up again you notice that his the black of his irises have expanded.  He looks darker all of a sudden, seductive.  

Slowly, he repositions himself so he’s kneeling directly between your legs and picks up one of your feet, placing it on his thigh.  He starts to massage your foot through your stockings, kneading the sore pads of your toes, and once he’s satisfied there he slides his hands up and starts to work the muscle in your calf, too.  Namjoon’s eyes are locked on yours throughout, and by the time he’s moved onto your second leg something that had started out quite innocently has got you breathing heavily and throbbing under your skirt.  

“Undress me,” you command suddenly, sitting up and shifting forward so your bottom is on the edge of the sofa.  Namjoon’s whole face lights up.

“Yes…”  He strips you of your stockings one by one, trailing his fingertips down the length of your legs, and then rises up onto his knees to start unbuttoning your blouse.   As his fingers work you let your eyes drift over his body, admiring his dark caramel skin, pinched waist and toned stomach, and as your gaze travels lower you’re pleased to see that all that light touching had affected him just as it had you.  Namjoon’s rock hard beneath his jeans, the large bulge in the centre of his crotch causing the buttons to gape.  

As soon as your blouse is undone you shrug it off your shoulders, eager to shed anything and everything you can, so flushed with arousal that your blood feels like it’s burning under your skin.  Namjoon reaches for your bra but you shake your head briskly, wrapping his leash around your knuckles as you hitch up your skirt to expose the black lace panties you underneath.  

“Take them off,” you tell him, voice pitched low and husky.  His eyes fix on your core, pressing his lips together as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and then pulls them down, his cheeks starting to flush with excitement.  Once they’re off you pick your feet up from the floor to plant your heels on the edge of the sofa, spreading yourself wide open and tugging on his leash to pull him towards you, guiding his mouth towards your dripping heat, biting your lip with excitement.  As soon as Namjoon is within reach you’re grabbing onto him, using your grip on his hair and his leash to yank him in the rest of the way, pushing him greedily into your pussy and moaning when he slips his tongue straight inside, evidently eager to taste you too.   

“Fuck, yes,” you groan, flexing your hips to push his tongue in deeper, his nose brushing against your clitoris.   “How does my pussy taste, boy?  Does it taste good?”   Namjoon groans into your folds and the pleasure that comes from the feel of the vibration shoots straight up your spine, your head flopping back into the cushions.   

He pleasures you that evening for as long as you require him to, making you cum with his fingers and tongue until you feel like there are no bones left in your body, and as he finishes himself off standing over you, spurting his cum all over your swollen pussy, you let out a happy, contented sigh.  

He really is your best, most favourite boy. 

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How to Get a Guy. jjk | 01

PART 01 OF 02 | PART 02

pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused

word count: 20.6k

a/n ✑ it’s here, part uno! thank you so much for your patience!! i hope you enjoy this fic that was originally supposed to be 15k max… i appreciate all the support/motivation mwah mwah <3 the warnings for part two are included here as well (so if they dont show,,, it’s cuz it’s in the next one)

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