Ghostin’ (two)

strawberry cough | njm

strangers to fwb to lovers w/ plug!jaemin ft. bestie shotaro

summary: when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that and maybe even more.

pt. 2 here

wc: 9.1k 18+ mdni

cw: weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, protected/unprotected penetrative sex, oral, 69, shotgunning, soft dom!jaemin, some angst & misunderstandings, jealous reader and jaemin, comforting from jaemin, jaemin calls reader baby & angel, gn!afab!reader, he has a pull out couch, strawberry cough is an actual weed strain i recommend it :)

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shotaro calls your name, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“his name is jaemin and we have the same supplier, I’ll even ask him to give you a discount!”

your best friend was moving to another town across the country for work and you can’t help but tear up at the thought of being so far from the sweet boy. you met back in your teens and had been glued at the hip since.

somewhere over the course of your friendship, shotaro started to dabble in weed, teaching you almost everything you know about the substance and eventually becoming your plug and smoking buddy. with shotaro gone, it might be difficult finding someone who not only you can trust but also knows your weed needs like the back of their hand.

you blink at the new name, trying to remember what he was talking about, and recall something along the lines of finding you a new plug.

“i’d definitely recommend him, i’d say he’s second best to me in town, and i can trust him around you,” shotaro jokes with you, keeping it lighthearted.

you know behind the joking, your friend is doing his best to look out for you despite going through a stressful time himself. you don’t want to make this move any harder for him than it already is, so you agree with a smile.

“i’ll give him a chance, just give me his number and we’ll go from there.”

he meets your smile with his own.

“trust me, he’ll take good care of you.”

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a couple of weeks after shotaro’s move, you decide its finally time to text your potential new plug. after finding his contact buried in your messages, you text jaemin, setting up a meeting time to pick up some goods, planning on buying an eighth and some gummies.

surprisingly, he asks if you want to check out his strains when you get there, wanting you to actually see all he has to offer before buying.

his customer service impresses you, realizing that you just assumed he would be as casual as shotaro and any other plug you’ve gone to. most of the time they would just ask you what you want, give you your order, and you’d be on your way. seeing the whole collection would definitely be good if you plan to go to him long-term.

while you’re a little hesitant at the thought of entering his apartment, you feel better given how shotaro talked your ear off on how good jaemin was, both as a friend and fellow plug.

a 20-minute walk from your place leads you to the address he sent, and you triple-check your phone to make sure you’re at the right apartment. when you finally ring the doorbell, you hear some rushed footsteps and the door opens to a sight you were not expecting.

your eyes move up to see a tall man with dark hair, broad shoulders, and one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“hi, you’re __? taro’s friend, right?”

you nod, exchanging introductions, and he gives you a tight handshake, not breaking eye contact.

“come on in! i’ve laid out everything so you can pick what you want. let me know if you have any questions.” he flashes another smile, and you can’t help but smile back at his welcoming attitude. besides shotaro, other plugs you have gone to never exchanged more than a few words with you, but they also didn’t have a smile like jaemin’s. actually, no one you’ve ever met had a smile like that.

you take a look around his apartment, noting how well kept it was, with minimal but tasteful decor. you were already a little nervous, but staring at the back of the attractive man leading you to his kitchen in his perfect apartment has your heart speeding up.

he shows you his collection, which you note to be on the same level as shotaro’s. you remember how your stash of your favorite strain ran out the week before, and knowing they have the same supplier, you look around his extensive collection for a familiar logo.

“do you have anymore strawberry cough? that’s my go-to.”

his expression falters slightly, but he recovers quickly and answers your question.

“i’m out of stock right now, but if you come back next week i should definitely have it in.”

nodding in understanding, you pick up a small pack of orange gummies, deciding on taking a break from smoking until your next visit. he packs up your gummies and leads you back to the entrance of his apartment, but when you reach into your bag to pull out your wallet he stops you.

“it’s on the house.” he insists, flashing you another one of his dazzling smiles. his smile makes it almost too hard to argue.

“oh no, i can’t do that to you,” you respond and resume your task of grabbing your wallet. you stop at the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder.

“let’s just say it’s a first time customer deal, okay?” his strong gaze stills you.

“it’s not every day I get a customer as cute as you,” he says with a grin and a look in his eyes you can’t quite figure out. it does a good job of shutting you up, and you feel your face heat up. the place where his hand meets your shoulder feels like it’s burning.

you don’t know how to respond and he chuckles at your flustered expression. he places the gummies in your hands, and opens the door for you.

“make sure you come back next week, i’ll be waiting for your text!” you nod and quietly respond with your thanks and goodbye as you walk out into the hallway. he waits until you’re at the elevator, waving to you as the elevator doors close.

immediately you’re clutching your burning face in your hands, and his words replay in your head until you go to sleep that night.

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while the interaction with your new plug lingers in your mind for a while, you are quick to try and dismiss jaemin’s flirting as his way of charming customers and nothing more. shotaro did say he would ask him to give you a discount, so maybe it’s safe to assume that freebie was a favor for your mutual friend.

the next week, you’re surprised to see a text from jaemin letting you know that your favorite was in stock. you had debated in your mind on when to text him, but it’s a pleasant surprise that he texted you first. you agree to come after work, and your second visit to him is not as nerve-wracking as the first, though his closing remarks from the first visit still ring in your brain.

you wave those thoughts off again as he meets you at the door.

“hello my strawberry cough lover!” he greets you happily.

lover. you freeze at the word. you pause for a few seconds, jaemin confused at your lack of response when you realize he’s referring to your love for the product. you totally missed that. he was not calling you his lover.

“hi jaemin,” you sheepishly reply, internally scolding yourself for those thoughts.

you expect him to collect your payment, give you your bag, and send you on your way. but something you’ve begun to learn in the short time you’ve known him is that he is always full of surprises.

he invites you in and you see your order sitting on his kitchen table. your eyebrow raises when he pulls out another bag of what you recognize as strawberry cough from the label.

“do you have any plans today?” he asks.

it’s about 6pm and your only plans included smoking the goods you would be getting from jaemin, so nothing’s booked. “i’m free, what’s up?”

“it’s actually been a while since i’ve smoked or sold this strain, so i wanted to ask if you’d want to smoke with me? it’ll be on the house of course, but you totally don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable” he actually looks a little nervous asking, which you find endearing.

“sure, sounds fun,” you agree, once again taking into consideration shotaro’s ramblings about jaemin. you would never pass up the opportunity for free weed with a potential new friend. friend.

he brightens, sitting you down on his living room sofa and running to get his smoking materials together.

“pipe or joint?” he asks. you reply with the latter and he gets to rolling.

you watch as he expertly grinds and packs the green leaves into the wrapping paper, licking the edge to seal it and pinching the end shut.

you can’t deny that it’s probably one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen a man do. you’ve seen many of your friends roll before, but something about the way jaemin uses his hands (and mouth) has you almost drooling.

he offers you the first hit, and you place the joint between your lips. he lights it as you inhale slightly, keeping his hand steady to catch any ash from falling on you.

while his earlier display had your body reacting, his gentlemanly behavior hit you right in the heart. you take two hits and hand it back to him, watching him take his own.

“how did you meet shotaro?” he asks, making conversation, and you are more than happy to explain how he accidentally hit you with a basketball during your second year of high school. you feel your body start to lighten and your mind fuzz.

“he couldn’t stop apologizing, going on and on about taking me to the hospital,” you’re trying to tell him through your giggles and before you know it, full laughter leaves you at the thought of your friend.

he looks at you with dazed eyes and a dopey smile, laughing along with you, starting to recount his own memories of your shared friend.

conversation seems to just flow naturally between the two of you. with each time the joint is passed back and forth, you learn another piece of information about the man in front if you, and vice versa. it’s comfortable.

at some point, you are both pretty settled into your highs, melted into the couch watching some random movie.

you look over at jaemin, and he looks more handsome and cozy than you remember a couple hours ago. he was within arms length, and if you wanted to, you could just reach over and-

“__, are you okay?” jaemin’s call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts.

embarrassed by your staring and what just went through your head, you try to keep it as cool as possible, but you know that your thoughts are threatening to seep out.

“yeah, i’m good, just thinking of heading out soon since it’s getting pretty late,” you assure him. at this point, a few hours had passed since you arrived and it was safe to say you needed to go home and cool your head before you said or did anything you’d regret.

he nods in understanding and tells you he will be right back. you’re not too sure what he’s up to, but he comes back quickly wearing a hoodie and helps you to your feet with a gentle hand. he picks up your order from the kitchen, and walking to the front door he grabs his keys and starts to put his shoes on.

“are you heading somewhere, too?” you ask, and he looks at you blankly.

“i’m walking you home?” he states as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. you told him somewhere along the line that you lived close by, but you didn’t expect this.

“jaemin, you don’t have to, it’s only 20 minutes,” you try to assure him.

you know that it isn’t the safest to walk by yourself at this time of the night, but you don’t want to trouble him.

“i do have to, and i want to.” you know he’s really made his mind up, seeing his serious expression, so you give up any further argument at his response.

your thoughts tell you he’s just being a good friend, but your heart hopes its something more.

the two of you walk back in a comfortable silence, jaemin with your order in hand. he walks you to the front of your apartment building, handing you your bag once you arrive.

“i had a lot of fun today, hope we can do this again sometime,” he says with that same look he had when he gave you your first freebies.

“same here, i think that would be really nice,” you respond, internally celebrating that he enjoyed your time together just as much as you did.

his normal dopey grin comes back at that, and he bids you a good night, waiting until you are inside your building to start his walk home.

only when you get back to your room do you realize you forgot to pay him.

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over the next few months, you find that jaemin never lets you pay. he’s officially become your plug and smoking buddy. you never stop protesting and offering to pay, but in that time you’ve also gotten to know how stubborn he is.

“friends get free shit.” he shrugs, as if it’s just common sense.

friends. the word stings a bit. you’ve come to learn that his charms extended so far beyond what was offered to customers. so much so that you’ve come to want more than friendship.

but again, you also don’t want to ruin what you’ve got growing and make him uncomfortable. this has to be a platonic experience for him, right?

that’s what you tell yourself, keeping your hopes at bay. you don’t want to risk anything.

on a particularly stressful work day, you come to pick up your usual order when he notices something is off. he frowns seeing you so tired and noticeably upset, immediately leading you inside with his hand gently resting on your back.

“what’s wrong?” he asks feeling your forehead for any sign of a fever. you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with him over your time together, closing your eyes at his touch.

“nothing, just a tough day at work,” you murmur, just wanting to get your order and go home to lie in bed. a harsh argument with your manager today left you feeling frustration bubbling in your throat with no way to let it out.

“i know something that might help?” he offers. he brings you straight to your usual spot on the couch, and goes to the kitchen, returning with a familiar decorated bag.

“you didn’t,” gasping as he starts to lay its contents out on the table.

the bag included your go to order from your favorite fast food place, complete with a strawberry smoothie.

“i didn’t expect that it would be a perfect day to do this, but i’m glad i did.”

your eyes start to sting.

his kindness is coming at a moment you needed it most. he’s always been kind, and that has not changed at all since the day you met him. tears start to fall.

“wait, did i mess up your order??” his eyebrows furrow and he starts to get up, scanning the food on the table.

you shake your head, grabbing his arm to pull him back into sitting.

“no, just thank you, thank you so much jaemin.” you’re trying to compose yourself, but the same warm hand you’ve come to know and love starts to rub circles into your shoulder, making you cry more.

you lean into him, letting yourself let go of your frustrations of the day. jaemin encourages you to talk, wrapping his arm completely around you and whispering sweet affirmations in response to your worries.

after what feels like forever passes by, you find yourself relaxed in his arms with his head resting on yours.

“thank you and i’m sorry jaemin, i know that was a lot,” you say as you turn your head to look at him, realizing how close the two of you were.

he leans back, still with an arm around you. “i’m gonna pretend i only heard that first part. you’re never too much and you don’t have to be sorry about letting your emotions out. not with me.”

you really don’t understand how he’s telling you exactly what you need to hear.

at this point, the feeling slowly blooming over the past few months has really has made itself clearer than ever to you.

you like him. you like him so much.

you whisper your thanks again, and he shushes you, with his eyes moving down to your lips.

“you’re welcome, now let’s smoke a little?” he asks quietly, and you nod, figuring you would appreciate the relaxation of your body and hopefully, your heart as well.

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jaemin lets you use his facewash and a towel to freshen yourself up after crying, and has a pipe freshly packed for when you come back.

after your usual passing back and forth, you’re melted into the couch watching tv yet again. jaemin has his arm wrapped around you just similar to how he did at your earlier cry session, but this time his hand is around your waist, rubbing absentmindedly.

you don’t mind at all, pressed into his side as you both watch a cute cat cartoon. you look up at him, staring at his lips as thoughts start to sprout. you’ve noticed his obsession with wearing lip balm, and it’s really paid off. they look so soft and you can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like against yours.

he doesn’t lean away this time when he notices your gaze, looking into your eyes with his own hooded ones. you don’t know if it’s the weed giving your thoughts life, but your voice is leaving you before you know it.

“can i kiss you?”

you gasp after realizing what you’ve said, moving to get up, but his arm wraps tighter around you, stopping you from separating yourself from him. staring down at you with lidded eyes, he closes the distance between the two of you.

his lips are even softer than anything you’ve imagined.

his pecks turn into full kisses, and it’s only a matter of time before things turn more heated, jaemin slipping in his tongue to meet yours. the two of you kiss for what feels like forever, getting lost in the haze.

your mouth chases his as he starts to pull back, and he smiles against your lips. he fully pulls back look at you, and leans in to pepper soft kisses on your neck.

“you are toooo cute.” he mumbles against your neck, and his warm breath gives you goosebumps.

“do you want me?” he asks, and you are speechless. you’ve been wanting him, thinking of him while sober and not so sober. you’ve dreamed about this, yet now that he’s offering himself on a silver platter all you can do is nod. he slightly tightens his hold on your waist.

“words, baby.”

your embarrassed face presses into the top of his head as he continues to lay kisses down your throat. you can only hope that this is not just a really, really good dream.

“i want you, jaemin. so bad.”

immediately you are pushed onto your back on the couch, jaemin’s lips back on yours and your hands threading through his hair.

he slots himself in between your legs, grinding into you slowly as your hips jump up to meet his. he begins to kiss a trail from your throat down to your stomach, his warm hands finding their way under your shirt and sweatpants to meet your bare hips.

“can i take these off?” he punctuates his question with a snap of your waistband.

“please,” you reply, feeling yourself begin to ache, but suddenly jaemin remembers something.

you look at him confused as he gets up, reaching around to two handles at the bottom of the couch. he pulls the handles, and you are met with a whole new couch section.

“you’re telling me it was a pull-out couch this whole time??” you complain. your nights with him were comfortable, but the extra couch space to sprawl out changes everything.

“hey, it’s usually just me on this couch and i have more than enough room, so i kinda just forgot okay?” he pouts as he returns to his task, pulling your sweatpants off of you.

you start to laugh until you feel his warm breath on your underwear. the sight of him looking at you from between your legs is something straight out of a wet dream, and you’re pleading.

“please jaemin..”

“please what, angel?”

you clench at the new nickname. you crave nothing more than for him to bury himself between your legs.

“please touch me.”

he pushes your underwear aside, and dives right in. you gasp at the feeling, feeling the wind knocked out of you as your hands immediately meet his head.

he groans at the feeling of you alternating between pushing his head deeper and tugging at his hair. the vibrations send chills down your spine, and your moans increase in volume as he lays sloppy kisses over your bud, eventually sucking it between his soft lips.

if you thought his lips felt heavenly on yours earlier, his lips on your most intimate parts takes it to a higher dimension. at some point, he slips your underwear completely off, getting right back into action.

he doesn’t let up, slipping his middle and ring fingers into your entrance, slowly thrusting in and out.

you feel the tension build in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter until a curl of his fingers sends you over the edge with a strangled moan. he works you through your orgasm, laying a final kiss before making his way back up your body at the feeling of your hands pushing his head away from your core.

“are you okay, angel?” you look at his smiling face, his beautiful lips covered in a wet sheen. if this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up. something hard and hot at your thigh snaps you out of your admiration.

“i’m perfect, jaem, but how about you?” you ask as you catch your breath, shifting your thigh against his bulge.

this catches him off guard and a deep groan leaves him. it’s music to your ears and you want to hear it again and again.

“let me ride you jaemin. please,” you present the idea to him and he brightens up, only to pull a worried expression.

“are you sure it’s okay? do you have enough energy?” he’s still the same jaemin you’ve come to appreciate, always wanting you to be comfortable. you just want to make him feel good, too.

“of course jaemin, i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want to.” the worried expression leaves at your words as he takes off his pants and underwear. you pause as he reaches under the couch and pulls out a condom that he rolls onto his aching member.

“is there any other surprises this couch has?” you ask jokingly.

he laughs and he helps you up into straddling him as he leans against the back of the couch.

you grind on him as he softly pecks at your neck, feeling the vibrations of his low groans on your skin. you raise yourself and begin to lower yourself onto him, hissing at the stretch of his cock inching into your entrance.

“fuck, so fucking tight,” he groans as he bottoms out inch by inch, helping by pushing his hips up to meet yours. you moan at the feeling, with no one you’ve ever hooked up with being as thick as jaemin.

you bounce slowly, and you build a steady rhythm as you shut your eyes at the almost euphoric feeling. the combination of his cock reaching far deep into you and the weed coursing through your system has your entire body tingling. you open your eyes to peek at jaemin, who looks to be going through the same thing.

his brows are furrowed, and he’s letting out delicious groans with each bounce. he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours, and like magnets your lips meet.

“you feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he murmurs against your lips. his hands move from your hips to your ass and he plants his feet into the couch.

a harsh thrust has you clinging onto him for dear life as he starts to piston into you, chasing your highs.

the two of your moans fill his living room as he speeds up, hitting you deeper and deeper until you’re reaching another mind numbing orgasm. your pulsing sends jaemin over the edge, and he pulls out, pulling the condom off to finish himself over his own stomach.

you plop onto your side, too tired to hold yourself up as you detach yourself from jaemin. you feel the weight of the couch shift and start to drift off until jaemin shakes you gently.

“sleep over? you can borrow some clothes and we can finish that movie.” you’re way too tired to think about going home and don’t have to work until tomorrow afternoon, so you’re quick to mutter a sleepy “okay.”

he gives you a hoodie and some pajama pants, and he goes back to his room to change his own clothes.

coming back to the sight of you in his hoodie, jaemin smiles to himself before sliding in with you to retire for the night.

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you are surprised to see that first night did not sour your growing friendship at all. movie nights and order pickups still continued, but the two of you fall into a different kind of routine. weed was slowly pushed from the center relationship. yes, he would have you over to smoke you out, but more and more you find that you get lost in conversation or a show before you can even take one puff.

either way, half the time you ended up finding yourself under him, or him under you. afterwards he lets you sleep over or walks you home after a short nap, depending on the time and if you have work.

while you’re glad nothing got awkward, you couldn’t help but feel disappointment from your growing desire to be more to him. to have more of him. all of him.

it always was some combination of talking, eating, smoking, sleeping, or fucking with jaemin, but the two of you never talked about what your relationship was. you’ve become comfortable with your arrangement, being willing to put aside the pangs in your chest to continue these nights with him.

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“he got you, didn’t he..” shotaro teases over the video call, catching up on the past few months since his move. he zeroed in on the numerous times you mentioned his recommended plug, knowing the charming nature of his friend.

“why are you saying that like you knew it would happen??” you bite back at his teasing, and he quickly clarifies.

“no, no, i was genuinely just introducing him to you as a plug, but i’ve known the dude for a while. he’s a great host, a great friend and overall, he’s a reeaaally great guy. if something happens, i approve.”

he’s echoing a similar jaemin spiel to the ones he went on before you met the man, but you can’t help but agree now that you know him just as well.

“i know, i know, but let’s talk about something other than jaemin.” you haven’t talked to taro in a while, and you didn’t want to spend your whole call recalling how well jaemin’s treated you. the more you think about it, feelings of uncertainty in the nature of your relationship also follow.

“okay, well anyways, i’ve been into this really cool new strain. they call it strawberry shortcake and it’s just crazy, you need to try it.” before you can respond, taro cuts in.

“you might need to get it somewhere else, though, let me see if another of my buddies around there has it.” you haven’t gone to any other plugs since you met jaemin, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to start now.

“don’t you think i can just get it from jaemin? he’d probably want to try.” he gives you a perplexed stare in response.

“i don’t think so, jaemin hates strawberries. i’m surprised that hasn’t come up at all?” the news from taro leaves you shocked.

you recall how jaemin didn’t have your beloved strawberry cough in stock when you first met him, but since then he’s never ran out. he could have just said from the beginning that he doesn’t carry it in stock.

was he buying it just for you? is he smoking what you like even if he doesn’t? if he is, what does that mean? the thoughts threaten to send your mind spiraling.

you try to push them aside to continue your chat.

once you finish your conversation with your friend and head to bed, you fight against a hopeful little voice in your head telling you that jaemin might just feel the same way as you.

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the next day, you initiate plans with jaemin, wanting to finish up a show the two of you started. he lets you know you can come over that evening after some customers leave, assuring you they won’t take long.

you head over to his place, heading up the elevator. you’ve never seen any of jaemin’s neighbors before, so you’re surprised when the doors open to a gorgeous girl. her hair is a slight mess, but she works it.

she offers a polite “excuse me” before going into the elevator to head down. as you pass her, you get a whiff of something very familiar.

fresh herbs, florals, and something.. sweet? you ponder on the scent on the short walk down the hall to jaemin’s. he opens the door with the same smile as always, and leads you inside when you smell it.

the same scent you smelled at the elevator.

strawberry cough.

“did you get started without me?” you try to keep a light hearted tone, trying to pry as much as you can without giving your suspicisons away.

“just a bit, a customer came by earlier and wanted to try out some of my stash, but they didn’t want to smoke alone so i had a hit or two.” he smiles innocently. your eyes move to the tv to see the show you were planning to watch already playing on the screen. your heart sinks.

jaemin is a really good guy. he’s so special to you and you feel like slowly but surely you’ve become just as special to him.

when you sit down, you ask him to put on a different movie, wanting to continue the show another time. you can’t seem to focus and the joint passed to you tastes a little more bitter than usual. your thoughts fester.

jaemin is a really good guy, but he is good to everyone. he’s so special to you, but you’re not sure anymore if you have even began to brush the surface of being anything more than a good friend.

even if you’re sleeping together, you weren’t exclusive, and it’s not like you’re the only one he watches shows with or his only smoking buddy, either.

neither of you ever moved to define what went on between you two, and that little voice from last night is telling you now that maybe there just wasn’t anything in need of defining in the first place.

you finish the movie with minimal conversation and ask him to walk you home, citing your change in demeanor to a long, tiring day.

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wanting to sort out your feelings, you decide you need a break from your regular visits, but 1 week of excuses and avoiding his invitations quickly turns into 3.

“shit.” you check your weed jar to find your strawberry cough stash running dangerously low. gnawing at your lip, you still can’t find it in you to reach out to jaemin, even if its just as a customer.

you’ve wanted to go back every time he’s invited you, but since the day you concluded that nothing actually special was going on between you two, you don’t know if you can act normal. you don’t know if you could lay under him, looking into his deep brown eyes and not tell him you are probably madly in love with him.

you needed some time to cool your feelings off. you’d be back after you sort it out, and everything would hopefully go back to the way it was.

you head to work and put your thoughts aside for now, actually grateful that there’s a line of customers to keep your mind busy. when it slows down a bit, you see a familiar face of a boy with rose gold hair.

yangyang was a friend you met through shotaro, seeing him in a lot of blunt rotations you’ve been in at shotaro’s functions.

“hey, yangyang! how are you?” you ask cheerily.

he’a quick to return your greeting, always being a pretty chill person to see even if you don’t know each other too well.

“not too bad, just running some errands. heading to my plug later, how are you?”

a lightbulb turns on in your head at his plans. the answer to your dilemma has arrived.

“better now, could i ask you a favor actually?”

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jaemin hears his doorbell ring, but he’s slow to get the door. he knows it’s not you, so what’s the rush? he grabs his customer’s order from his kitchen table and heads over.

even though he knows it isn’t you, a part of him wishes it was. he hasn’t seen you in 3 weeks, and it’s driving him crazy. you’ve just rejected another invitation to finish up that show you started, and he’s lost count now of how many times that’s happened.

he knows you’re busy, but he can also sense that something is off. he’s been scouring his memories for anything he could have done to upset you for the past week or so, but he can’t come up with anything.

he tries to assure himself that it’s just a schedule thing, nothing personal. he’s gotten used to your smoking habits, and he knows you’ll be running low soon.

it’s only a matter of time until you need to come see him, right? he can only hope that you want to.

he opens his door to see yangyang, one of his regular customers. he’s expecting a quick transaction, not really in the mood for small talk.

“hey yangyang, everything’s here.” jaemin hands yangyang the bag.

“hey, thanks. really quick though, can i add on an eighth of strawberry cough if you have any?” yangyang asks.

“i might, you trying something new?” jaemin responds, interest piqued at the familiar strain.

“nah, picking up some for a friend,” yangyang responds. jaemin’s eyes narrow slightly.

yangyang usually gets the same few things in rotation every time, but he’s never once asked for strawberry cough. jaemin wouldn’t think anything of it usually, but he’s a little sensitive at the mention of your favorite.

“oh, do i know them? maybe a potential new customer?” jaemin tries to disguise his prying as a new opportunity for him as a plug, but he’s just hoping the bad feeling in his gut isn’t true.

“it’s for my friend ___, they asked me to pick some up. do you know them?” his heart drops at the mention of your name.

jaemin goes silent for a second.

“..gotcha, i think i’m actually out right now but i’ll let you know when i have some back in stock.” jaemin lies, knowing he has a couple bags left, but there’s a bitter feeling making his stomach turn.

yangyang shrugs and says he’ll let you know, and then he’s on his way.

shutting the door with a heavy sigh, he goes to lay on his couch, which he’s had in its full pulled out state since the first night you slept together.

he remembers your dazed, glossy eyes, soft lips, and the way you lean into him. he remembers the way you look when he’s got you pressed into his cushions.

he hasn’t heard your voice in so long, the sweet sound of your laugh. he misses you.

jaemin picks up his phone.

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when you get his call, you’re lying in bed already. it’s 7pm on a friday night, and you are spending it moping around instead of going out with your friends.

you miss jaemin, his apartment, his smile, the way he’d spoil you in so many ways, everything. you’d rather be laying on that couch right now, but you know you shouldn’t.

it’s just as you start to push jaemin out of your brain that your phone starts ringing with that familiar caller id. his picture pops up, a cute one you took of him in his bedroom after a smoke sesh awhile back.

caught off guard, you end up picking it up right away, and the voice you’ve missed so badly sends waves through the speakers.

“hi, angel, are you free this weekend?”

that nickname with his deep voice is already undoing any “cooling off” you’ve done in the time apart from him.

“i’m not sure yet, what’s up?“ your voice comes out clear despite your nerves.

“i know you’ve been busy, but i thought you might be running a little low on your stash, can i come by to drop some off?” he offers.

your first instinct is to make up an excuse because you honestly aren’t prepared to see him, but you feel like you’ve made enough excuses by now. you’ve missed the sound of his voice and hearing it over the phone is your breaking point.

as much as you’ve tried to push aside your growing feelings, it’s only fair to both you and him if you finally lay down your boundaries.

“actually jaem, if you’re still free tonight, can we finish that show?”

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even though he insisted on picking you up, you decide you need the 20 minute walk to jaemin’s to calm yourself. your head is full of so many “what if’s,” and in no time you find yourself in front of his building. you see a familiar head of dark hair standing outside.

“there you are, angel,” he says as soon as you are in his sight, and he brings you into a tight hug. you immediately relax into his hold, not realizing how much your body missed his familiar touch.

“i-“ you start, but he shushes you.

“it’s cold out here, let’s go upstairs.”

he takes you up to his apartment, and you’re happy to see it’s still as comfy as you remember. he’s got the heater on, and it feels good on your cold face. he seats you on his couch as he always has, rubbing your arms up and down to get rid of the last bit of outside chill.

“what have you been up to? it’s been so long since i’ve seen your face, baby.”

while it isn’t new for him to be this cuddly, it’s usually later into your nights together. you remind yourself your intention for tonight, and you decide you need to get this over with.

you separate yourself from him, putting some space between you.

“i’ve been okay, jaem. but i came because i really need to talk to you.” he waits for you to continue, anxiety growing at your somber expression.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to come around anymore.”

jaemin frowns deeply. “i mean, it’s already been a while since you were over, even if you’re busy i don’t mind waiting, it’s no pressure at all?”

“no, i don’t mean that. i just don’t think i can stay in this sort of relationship with you anymore.” you are dancing around what you want to say, but it’s just so hard to get it out.

his heart sinks.

“because there’s someone else around?” you jump at jaemin’s voice, which has lowered at your words.

“what?”

he runs his hand through his hair frustratedly. it’s the first time you’ve seen him this distressed.

“jaemin, where is that coming from??” he says nothing, and it seems like he’s also having a hard time figuring out what to say.

“look jaem, this isn’t on you or anyone else. i’m grateful for all you do for me, you’re a really good friend and i love the time we spend together.” you bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“but i feel like i’ve started to rely on you too much, to expect and want more. it’s a lot, too much even. i don’t want to get my hopes up about anything, so i need to back off a bit.”

“hopes up?” jaemin looks at you with an unreadable expression. “what do you mean by that?” his own hopes start to rise.

you look down at your hands, debating on what to say. but you owe him the truth, even if it changes things between the two of you. honesty and time could save the platonic bond, even if it severs any hope of a romantic one.

“i like you jaem, i like you a lot and i don’t think i can be just friends with you, at least for right now.”

the silence following your confession is deafening.

he calls your name gently, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“___, my angel.” he repeats.

he takes your hand gently in his, and your eyes move from your hands to see him smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. his warm soft lips fit perfectly with yours and you melt into him, your hands threading through his hair. he kisses you like a starved man, and he pulls you closer and tighter.

you’re breathless when he pulls away after a while, his lips red and starting to swell.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to hear that.” his eyes are piercing through you.

“i like you, too, and i don’t want to just be your friend. i’m sorry you had to say it first.” you want to cry hearing his confession, but instead wrap your arms around his neck and bring him back into a heated kiss.

you have to be dreaming. you’ve only thought about putting a stop to your feelings for jaemin for almost a month now, but the feeling of this man being in your arms knowing he feels the same way now is so surreal.

jaemin pushes you gently to rest on your back, his hand moving down as his lips stay glued to yours. he feels the same way. he likes you.

“angel, let me take care of you, please.” jaemin’s gaze holds so much intensity.

“i’m yours, jaemin.”

hearing that, he dives right back into your lips with a fervor even greater than earlier, his hands tugging at your pants and underwear to remove them.

he’s always been so intentional with his touches, always seeming to know the perfect way to touch you. your words, however, activate a desperation of wanting to feel more of you and it translates into his rushed, almost clumsy hands.

he cups your heat with one hand as the other sneaks under your shirt to knead at your chest.

you are getting wetter by the second, and jaemin pushes one finger into you. your lips leave his as you moan loudly at the intrusion, and his head moves down to meet his hand at your core.

“jaemin, wait.” he pauses.

“i want you to feel good, too.” jaemin chuckles.

“don’t mind me baby, there’s no greater pleasure for me than making you feel good.”

his words have you wanting to press his skillful mouth onto you as soon as possible, but you stop yourself. “let’s do it together then.”

his eyes almost bulge out of his head at the idea, and the idea goes straight to his cock. he can already feel himself pulsing with need.

“69?? you are too fucking good to me, angel.” and immediately he has you flipped over, with your heat hovering over his face and his cock in your hands.

he starts to lick at you, straining his neck up while you get to work taking him into your mouth. you get into a good rhythm, feeling his groans on your core.

you feel him smile as he harshly tugs your hips down onto his face. you gasp, trying go back into hovering. jaemin’s strong hold doesn’t let you move.

“don’t hover, sit on my face, please.” he goes in again on you, alternating between slurping loudly and swiping his tongue all over.

your legs give out at this and he lets out a deep groan at the feeling of you pressed into him. you give a hard suck on his tip and take him back into your mouth. the vibration from your moans has him seeing stars.

“oh my god,” he mumbles into your core. he separates himself from you for a moment.

“baby, baby stop, sit up, angel.” he pulls you off of him.

“that pretty mouth feels too good, gonna cum too soon,” he pants. “i’ve got you, just sit pretty and leave it to me okay?”

you want to keep going, but jaemin’s back at your entrance like a madman, pulling you to sit on him completely again. his tongue reaches deep into you. he’s moving your hips back and forth, and his chin digs into your bud.

the sudden onslaught of pleasure is too much, and he has you cumming on his face with a loud cry. he helps you ride through your orgasm and you detach yourself from him as he catches his breath.

when he rises, he moves to pull a box from under the couch, but you stop him.

“no, no, please just give it to me, i want to feel all of you.” he looks at you concerned.

“i’m on the pill and i haven’t slept with anyone else since we started fucking, so please just do it.”

his heart is absolutely swooning at your pleading for his dick and your revelation that you’ve been his since the beginning. he stations himself between your legs.

“you’ve got it, baby, you’re my only one, too.” with that, he inserts himself into you, his tip beginning that delicious stretch.

it’s been a while since you’ve fucked him, and jaemin takes his time inch by inch despite wanting nothing more than to ram into you in one go.

“you’re mine, angel, i like you so much and i want you all for myself.”

he groans as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to him, but he can feel himself throbbing inside of you.

“please move, jaemin, i need it so bad.” he’s more than happy to oblige, starting to speed up his thrusts gradually until he’s fully thrusting in and out.

he reaches so fully deep into you, and he pulls out all the way to his tip before snapping his hips into you again.

“you’re so perfect. my angel, my baby, my ___.” he’s whispering sugary sweet words into your ear, and that in combination with his thrusts make your head start to float as your eyes roll back. this feeling is better than any high weed could give you.

“jaemin, jaemin, jaemin,” your cries of his name only encourage him to go faster, hit deeper. his hand presses into your lower stomach, and his fingers rub circles into your bud.

“cum for me, you can do it, just let go.” and you do just that, your back arching off the couch. jaemin pulls out and immediately plunges his fingers back into you to ride out your orgasm.

at this point, his cock is leaking, desperate and throbbing with the need to cum, but he wants you in one more way tonight.

he flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and teasing your slit with the head of his cock. he plunges back in with a deep groan and begins fucking into you.

your head is clouded from your orgasms and the feeling of overstimulation, and you almost dont feel him reach for something. you hear the clicking of a lighter.

looking behind you, you see jaemin lighting a pipe, all while fucking into you still. he takes a deep inhale, holding it in before blowing it out away from you.

if you had this view on video, you’d be able to get off to it anytime, anywhere. you clench around him tightly as you see him blow out the smoke. your eyes are glued to him.

he notices your gaze. “do you want some, pretty baby?”

you nod hurriedly, turning your head back front as his thrusts push you up the couch. he takes another hit.

a strong hand reaches around to pull you so that your back is pressed against his front. he turns your face to him as he blows smoke into your open mouth. you clench even tighter, and he closes the distance and kisses you sloppily. the smoke is seeping out past both of your mouths, filling the room.

“you’re mine. i’m yours, only yours.” he growls into your ear.

he fucks into you, holding you around your mid section with both of you on your knees. he lets go to hold onto your hips and you slump back onto the couch, unable to hold yourself up. he speeds up, thrusts turning sloppier by the second.

“f-fuck, angel. i’m so close. let me fill you up, i’ll give it to you so good.”

you clench at the promises he’s moaning out loud and he gets closer and closer to his peak. his thrusts are all over the place, desperate to finish as you lock your ankles around his to start rocking your hips back onto his.

“could treat you ten times better than anyone else. no one else for me. you’re the only one i’d ever want or need, only you.”

his sugary words are spilling out and the feeling is all too much as his hips stutter, cumming inside you with a deep, strangled groan. you milk him dry as he empties himself into you, toppling over to lie next to you.

the two of you lie side by side, trying to catch your breath, and he pulls you close to him.

you are emotionally and physically exhausted, but jaemin gets up after a few minutes, coming back with a towel and hoodie.

he cleans you up and helps you to your feet to use the restroom.

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when you settle back into the couch after getting ready for bed, he puts on your show as you cuddle into his side. everything feels so familiar, yet so different without the feelings of uncertainty. you look up at him.

“when were you going to tell me you hated strawberries?” your question catches him off guard.

“who said that??” he chuckles nervously, but he knows he’s been caught and there’s no arguing.

“no seriously, you didn’t have to force yourself or buy that strawberry cough just for me.” you do feel a little bad that he was, even if it was his own free will.

he pauses.

“i just needed something to keep you coming back, aside from my pull out couch of course,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. but his words hold truth.

“you should’ve known a month in that you didn’t need strawberry cough to keep me coming back,” you let out a little laugh at how cute he was being.

“imagine the betrayal i felt knowing that you were going to someone else for it though??”

you look at him confused. gears click in your brain when you remember the rose-haired friend you'd talked to earlier that day.

“oh, you know yangyang?” it makes sense given jaemin, shotaro, and yangyang share many mutual friends.

“yes i know the asshole. gonna monopolize it so you don’t ever cheat on me again.” he pouts.

“yes, yes, boyfriends get official exclusive plug rights,” you joke. “as long as you’re not smoking my strawberry cough with anyone else.”

“i won’t even sell it to anyone anymore, it’s reserved for my angel only. and boyfriend?” he smiles and kisses you gently. “i like the sound of that.”

after a few more kisses, you turn your attention back to the show, but jaemin pulls his pipe back out.

“does that mean we can smoke something not strawberry flavored tonight?” he asks, looking relieved.

you laugh and give him the OK, and he’s more than happy to pull out a whole array of different strains he’s been wanting to try with you. you sweat at the variety, but you know you have more than enough time to try them all now that you’re sure he’s yours, and you’re his.

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if you got this far, thank you so much for reading! this is my first full length fic and i hope to write more in the future <3 i hope u enjoyed! shares and feedback are appreciated -coco :)

JAEHYUN ʚїɞ fly away with me

BUSINESS ‖ four

Your two friends are back in town just in time for your mini-vacation.

⤑ word count: 11.7 k ⤑ genre: smut [threesome, oral (m. & f. receiving), cum play, rimming, anal sex, unprotected sex] ⤑ warnings: 18+!, smut, dirty talk ⤑ pairing: taehyung x jungkook x reader ⤑ playlist: [kpop songs I listen to seduce the devil]

» Business [+Jungkook] – one | two | three | four

Another day, another work conference. You were starting to get suffocated with work—it seemed like it consumed every minute of every single day, and you were beginning to understand that you needed a break if you didn’t want to completely lose it. Your father wouldn’t be happy with your decision since he was one of those people who always put work first and who saw taking time off work to get yourself together as a sign of weakness, so you kept delaying the conversation.

Of course, it was important for a company executive to be present at all these meetings and conferences, but you felt like you couldn’t be that person anymore, not for a while.

“That’s ridiculous,” your father scoffed after listening to your five-minute monologue on why this break would be beneficial not only to you but to him and the company. The stern look on his face was a clear indication of how he felt about this but he still needed to explain it. “You know what? It sounds to me like you are looking for a way out. Is that it? Do you want to stop working in this world of men and go do something easier? Be a housewife?”

The fact that he thought being a housewife was easy was the real ridiculous thing here, but you didn’t want to get into that. He paid people to do everything for him, so of course, he didn’t know the real value and effort of anything other than his work.

“No, father, I just need to take a couple of days off, as I’ve explained,” you cleared your throat and got up, wanting the conversation to end without any more insults.

“A couple of days off, huh?” He shook his head and glared at you. “When did I ask for days off?”

You knew this was a rhetorical question and you didn’t want to answer it because he’d surely make all of this about himself when it clearly wasn’t—for once, it was about you.

“Never!” He spat the word out when he realized you wouldn’t be indulging him. “Men don’t have this need to take time off work to go do nothing. If you want to make it big, you won’t with that attitude. You can’t run a company if meetings are too much for you. What if Brian decided to take a day off too? And what if Walter felt a bit anxious so he went home too? Who would attend the meetings? Who would get things done?”

“I don’t know, father, but I feel it’s important for people to be able to rest and have some time for themselves,” you said, against your better judgment.

“Women!” He shook his head. “I’ve never taken a single day off and that’s why I’m here and why we have what we have.”

“A huge company and terrible family relationships?” You suggested, knowing this would enrage him, but unable to control yourself.

Your father thought that what he was saying served as some sort of a mark of greatness, while you knew it was just one of the reasons why he didn’t have any close friends and wasn’t on good terms with his family. He didn’t even know you, and you were the closest to him.

“You say your mind is hazy, but that tongue seems as sharp as ever,” he grunted at you. “Look, take all the time off you need. If someone else steps in and does your job better, you’ll work as their secretary when you get back.”

“Great, thank you”, you scoffed, knowing nobody would be able to take your place in a couple of days. Besides, you were sure your father knew that as well. Whatever his feelings were towards you, he couldn’t deny that you were good at doing business with younger businesspeople. Old school just wasn’t your thing and you rarely connected to such people, but the younger ones were right up your alley. You understood how people functioned nowadays and they understood you. Unfortunately, your father was old school and didn’t care to understand the younger generations. “See you on Monday.”

“Oh no,” he shook his finger at you. “You have a conference this afternoon. After that, take your time off. I can’t find anyone to replace you on such short notice. Besides, it’s with the company you’ve made deals with before.”

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The conference didn’t last as long as you dreaded it would, and the time spent there flew by because you were seated next to your old friends, Taehyung and Jungkook. They didn’t seem surprised to see you there, so you figured they probably went through the attendance list and all the bullet points for the meeting, unlike you. There were so many meetings that you stopped reading the materials that were sent to you in fear of having an actual mental breakdown. There was no way to keep up with everything.

“Lovely to see you here,” Taehyung grinned at you, leaning back into his chair, his elbow resting on the back of your seat, his legs spread. So fucking inviting. “Long time, no see.”

You were in a room full of business people—the serious, old school type—and here you were, staring at his crotch, knowing very well what kind of a treat was hiding underneath his suit.

“Indeed,” you nodded, grinning at him before turning your attention to Jungkook. “You didn’t let me know you were coming.”

“We were wondering if you could… show us around,” Jungkook added with a smile, this time seeming more comfortable around you. You’d be surprised if he were still shy after everything if you were being honest. “We’re two strangers in the city, looking for a good time.”

“When do you have to leave?” You asked, hoping you weren’t sounding as desperate for a good time as you were.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve slept with someone, or just had fun in general, and the fact that you got some time off just before running into them was too good to not use.

“Our next meeting is scheduled on…” Taehyung said and went through his phone until he found what he was looking for. “Wednesday. We’re free until then.”

“How great,” you nodded in approval, happy that they had a clear schedule. “Are you enjoying the presentation so far?”

“No,” Jungkook said bluntly, making you chuckle. “Is this what it’s really like? I’m already sick and tired of meetings and we’ve only had four this month. It’s the same thing all over again at every one of these things.”

You nodded, completely understanding his point. You were a lot more like the two of them than your father. “You’d better get used to it if you want to make more business connections. If I'm being honest, I don’t think you need them. You two are doing so good that people will be coming to you, and not the other way.”

Taehyung chuckled softly. “Will you be coming?” He asked, smacking his lips at the end of the question.

“Knowing the two of you, definitely,” you responded, making Jungkook cackle.

“Love to hear it,” he whispered and turned his attention to the man who started giving his presentation.

To say you weren’t focusing would be an understatement. Not only were you overwhelmed with work and obligations but you were having a hard time keeping your mind off the fact that you were a word away from having the best sex of your life again with two of the most handsome men you’ve met.

Just a single word away.

Your phone’s screen kept lighting up every couple of seconds as your business partners and colleagues texted, which was probably the worst part of your workday. It never ended, this constant barrage of questions, requests, assignments, and pointless discussions. You noticed Jungkook frowning whenever the screen would light up and you completely understood him—it was disturbing. The fact that you had to respond to them sooner or later was even more annoying.

You reached for your phone, but Jungkook beat you to it, grabbing it first. Instead of handing it to you, he placed it in your bag which was hanging on your chair. “Don’t do it,” he leaned in and whispered. “Relax.”

His voice had its usual sweetness, but you could sense some of the authority you usually heard from Taehyung, so you did what he said and just left it. After all, why not? Your father said you should go to the conference and come back on Monday. Of course, that meant you wouldn’t be available for texts, calls, or meetings until then. Jungkook was right, why ruin your day even more?

It was your right to ignore the messages but a part of you couldn’t let them go.

You fiddled with your fingers, played with a pen, scribbled on paper, and chewed on the inside of your cheek with all those notifications on your mind. Then, you felt Jungkook’s reassuring touch on your thigh and for a second, you feared that he was about to initiate something during the conference.

Luckily, that wasn’t his intention—the sweet Jungkook was simply rubbing your thigh with his thumb to get you to relax and stop worrying about the phone. “They can survive without you for a day or two,” he smiled at you, keeping his voice low.

And he was right about that. The second that conference ended, you shut your phone off and asked them if they wanted to come to your place.

It was stupid, you knew, but you didn’t want to go to some random hotel and worry about coming home in the morning. No, you wanted to relax because you weren’t lying when you said you needed time to clear your mind. You really did, and what better way to do that than to have some fun with two men you already knew so well?

“Should we, uh, get some of our stuff?” Jungkook suggested. “We’re staying in a hotel close by.”

“Sure,” you nodded. “You guys go get your stuff and I’ll have a drink.”

“Don’t even look at that phone,” Taehyung growled at you before chuckling. “I mean, do what you want, but let’s start unwinding right now, huh?”

You nodded, desperately needing to get away from all the stuck-up business people, the suits, work talk, and everything else that reminded you that you had to go to work again in a couple of days. You had a shot and a cocktail while you waited for them, even though they didn’t take long.

“What do you have in mind?” Taehyung asked as you three got out of the taxi in front of your building. “A quiet night?”

“I have excellent Italian wine, some food, a lot of free time, and a bathtub that can definitely fit three people. Are you in?” You stopped to see his reaction and the smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know.

“Good thing we brought some extra clothes,” Jungkook said, chuckling and opening the door for you, like a real gentleman.

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The second you stepped into the apartment, you felt a lot closer to real freedom. Taehyung and Jungkook felt like two close friends—after all, after the things you’ve done together, how could they not? Anyway, you felt at ease with them, especially now that you were so far away from the company and everything related to it.

The guys helped themselves to the food and wine and made themselves feel at home like you suggested. While they were doing that, you took a shower and filled up the bathtub, determined to end the day right. You weren’t joking when you said your bathtub could fit three, but you didn’t have anything sexual in mind—you really needed to relax. The guys seemed to understand that.

Taehyung walked in a second after you finally got in the bathtub, carrying a tray of cheeses and some fruit, which the two of them put together. He placed it right next to you. “Hope you don’t mind we ate half of your fridge.”

“Please, help yourselves,” you waved it off. “What’s mine is yours.”

Taehyung surprised you by leaning in and kissing you—slowly, gently, sensually. At first, he didn’t use tongue, but when he felt you kissing back, he slipped it in. Still, it didn’t feel like he was trying to get it on with you. “That’s what I love to hear. Now, relax. Jungkook’s bringing you some wine, and you just enjoy it.”

With that, Taehyung got up and left, and you just then noticed that he was still in his white button-up, but managed to lose his suit pants somewhere in your apartment. Jungkook walked in a couple of seconds later, still wearing his suit, obviously not feeling as comfortable as Taehyung. He brought you the wine with a big grin, sitting down, careful not to get wet.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked, handing you a glass of rosé.

“Do I look that bad?” You joked, taking a sip of the wine. “I’m exhausted. I guess all the overtime finally caught up with me. I’m sorry I’m not better company.”

“Oh, come on,” he shook his head at you and frowned. “While I really like fucking you, and I know Taehyung feels the same, not everything has to be about that. Like it or not, I was genuinely happy to see you there after staring at so many boring faces with the same stories and thinking of simply running away. What I’m trying to say is that it is nice to see you and that it’s not strictly sex-related.”

“So you’re not here to fuck my brains out?” You pretended to be confused, which made him laugh.

“Listen, would I complain?” He spread his arms out, still chuckling. “No, I’m serious. Not everything has to be about it.”

“I know,” you nodded, appreciating him a lot more than he understood. “And I’m thankful. I was really happy to see you guys too, also not just because of sex. I’m always happy to see you.”

Jungkook grinned, suddenly looking a lot happier. “That’s great! I’m glad you fought off the urge to stare at your phone and handle absolutely everything right away. Doesn’t this feel better?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, even though you had at least 50 unread messages by then. It wasn’t your problem, not until you came back to the office.

“How about I leave you to it?”Jungkook suggested. “Drink, eat, relax.”

“Do you guys want to join me?” You suggested, knowing you couldn’t have sex even if you tried—you’d probably fall asleep in the middle of it.

“Maybe later, once you get some rest,” he said, reaching to cup your face. “Call me if you need me to get you something.”

The two of them turned on the TV and watched it while joking about something, you could hear them from the bathroom. It was kind of refreshing to be home and hear someone’s laughter instead of the complete silence you were used to. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you weren’t alone.

Also, it was nice to be in the bathtub, sipping on wine, instead of having your usual afternoon headache which could only get better if you slept it off. Before you knew it, though, you dozed off, and you figured the wine had something to do with it.

When you woke up, you were in your bed, dry and covered with a duvet. At first, you forgot where you were and who you were with. Then, a half-naked Taehyung walked out of your bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips as he dried his hair with another towel.

“Look who’s up,” Taehyung grinned and stopped dead in his tracks, turning his attention to you. “Feeling any better?”

You sat up to stretch, which allowed the duvet to slip down to your thighs, revealing the fact that you were naked. However, since it was Taehyung that was in your room, you didn’t try to cover yourself up. “Surprisingly, I feel well-rested. What time is it?”

“Midnight, more or less,” Taehyung said with a grin. You forgot just how stunning he looked naked. “Want to join us? Or do you want to rest?”

“I’ll come in a second,” you said as you got out of bed. “I should put something on.”

“If you’re not trying to get fucked, you should,” he mumbled, walking out of the room and letting Jungkook know you were awake.

You followed not long after, finding Jungkook in one of your bathrobes on the sofa, his hair still damp from a shower. “Hey there!” The thing you liked about him a lot was that he always looked so excited to see you. “Hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your robe. Figured you wouldn’t want my ballsack print on this nice couch.”

“If it was in my mouth, it can be on the couch,” you shrugged, making them both chuckle. “As I said, make yourselves at home, take whatever you want.”

“Want to watch something?”

Taehyung turned the lights off, Jungkook flicked through the channels, and you sat right next to him, leaving the room on your right for Taehyung. When he sat down as well, you suddenly felt shivers run down your spine—you were seated between them, all three of you naked under the one piece of clothing you had on, all three wanting to fuck. It’s been a while since anything as exciting as this happened to you, and you’d be a fool not to use it.

Clearly, your nap was great—you were now more focused on sex than anything else.

“Boring,” Taehyung said when Jungkook stopped on a channel playing a movie he found interesting.

“I can’t watch an action movie, I really can’t,” you spoke when he suggested the next thing.

“Here, you find something,” he handed you the remote, but you had tough luck too.

The shows were too loud, the movies either too engaging or not engaging enough, and you had a feeling not one of you actually wanted to watch something. You were already getting to the double-digit channels and still didn’t find anything.

“Taehyung, do the honors,” you threw the remote in his lap. “We’re doomed.”

“We can make a movie,” Jungkook joked, but didn’t laugh, which made you look at him. “I’m joking,” he mouthed when he noticed the look you gave him.

“Perv,” Taehyung, of all people, mumbled.

“Oh, please, Mr. I love cum,” Jungkook rolled his eyes jokingly. “Besides, tell me you wouldn’t want to film this to jerk off to it later. I dare you.”

It was your turn to look at Taehyung now, just to see how he’d react. Filming was out of the question, clearly, but the discussion was interesting.

“When have I ever said that?” Taehyung shook his head and continued to change the channels.

“Here’s some free business advice: people in our positions shouldn’t make sex tapes,” you looked at one and then the other. “You’re welcome.”

“Well, there goes my date plan,” Jungkook chuckled, making you nudge him with your thigh.

Suddenly, loud moaning interrupted your conversation and you noticed that Taehyung has wandered into the porn categories. There was literally nothing on TV if he managed to get to the hundredth channel. “If we can’t make one of our own, we can watch one,” Taehyung suggested after a couple of seconds.

“Why watch other people when we can watch each other?” Jungkook said, his head turning in your direction slowly as his hand made its way to your thigh. Feeling his warm hand on your skin made you clench and look at him.

Before you could respond, Taehyung’s hand was on your other thigh, having the same effect. “Hm?” He hummed questioningly, and you weren’t sure which one of them to look at.

The movie continued playing in the background and the woman was now being bathed by a guy who was rubbing her all over. Instead of looking at either one of them, you looked at the screen and gulped. Why not? You weren’t that tired.

A slow nod was all it took for the two of them to start.

Jungkook pulled your leg between his and let his hand wander down your thigh gently, teasing your skin until it reached your now bare crotch. Taehyung quickly followed suit and you found yourself practically lying on the sofa, your legs trapped between their thighs, your naked crotch out in the open, their hands inches away from your heat.

“I love where this is going,” Taehyung mumbled and brought his hand up to his mouth just to spit on it. Then, he quickly moved it back down to your crotch and started to rub your clit gently, slowly, taking his time to get you to relax.

You were enjoying his touch a lot more than he probably knew—it’s been a while since anyone touched you. You were too busy, too stressed, too overwhelmed to even think about meeting someone new and sleeping with them. What if they sucked at it? What if they caught feelings? What if they didn’t know what you liked and didn’t care to learn? There were too many “what ifs” for comfort and the final result wouldn’t be worth it.

This, however, was a whole different story. The two men next to you knew exactly what they were doing.

Jungkook’s slender fingers circled your entrance, careful not to get wet, and you knew he was doing it to get you to beg. Yes, Taehyung’s fingers on your clit felt wonderful, but you didn’t feel full, and Jungkook knew that very well. You weren’t going to beg, though. Instead, you’d let him come to you when he was too tempted to stop.

“Ah, fuck,” you hissed. “I forgot how great you guys were at this.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jungkook grunted and tapped his fingers against your entrance, causing you to grunt. “We’re here to remind you.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” Taehyung added, starting to move his fingers up and down your clit quickly, causing just the right amount of friction.

When Jungkook saw that, he eased his middle finger inside of you, buried it in your heat up to his knuckle, and feasted on the sounds of your moan. “Good?”

“Amazing,” you mumbled and reached out to grab both their cocks at the same time, but you failed.

Jungkook was still in the robe and Taehyung was wrapped in the towel from the waist down and it was hard to focus on grabbing both of them with two hands on your crotch—one on you, the other one inside.

Jungkook swatted your hand away with a loud “tsk”. “No, this is about you,” he said, adding another finger and curling them both while inside.

“But I want to touch you too,” you whined, grabbing his chin and pulling him forward so you could finally kiss him. You forgot how nice it felt to kiss them, even though you weren’t that big on kissing, to begin with. Jungkook was as gentle as always and his kisses always started as soft pecks. When he added tongue, he started to move his fingers in and out faster, making you arch your back and swear.

“We can wait,” Taehyung added, slapping your clit, which got you to stop kissing Jungkook and turn around to kiss him instead. His kissing style was the exact opposite—from the second he touched you, you knew he wanted to fuck and that much was clear from his kiss, as well.

Taehyung’s hand was now in your hair and he gripped it tight and kissed you, licking your lips, biting on them, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, showing you that you belonged to them tonight and not the other way around.

While you kissed Taehyung, Jungkook continued to finger you and leaned down to move your bathrobe to the side so he could gain access to your breast. You grunted into the kiss the second he touched it, so Jungkook took that as a sign to lean down and start suckling on it, which made you tangle your fingers into his hair and graze his scalp, loving the feeling of having him so close to you, pleasuring you, while his friend played with your tongue.

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled your hair back and moved his hand away from your clit. By gripping your hair, he directed your head towards what he wanted you to watch, which happened to be his hand grabbing Jungkook’s hair and pushing it down to your clit.

You watched with excitement as Jungkook’s mouth latched onto your clit while his fingers still played with your pussy. The fact that Taehyung’s hand was on Jungkook’s head, navigating him, added an extra layer of excitement in your book.

You spread your legs even wider, allowing Jungkook better access, so he hummed against your clit in approval, his fingers now moving in and out at a steady pace.

“Is he eating you out just right?” Taehyung grunted into your ear before licking a strip up your neck. “You always moan so sweetly when he does it.”

“He’s so fucking good at it,” you agreed, trying to nod, but Taehyung’s hand was still gripping you tight.

Jungkook hummed happily when he heard that and started to move his nimble tongue faster, getting you all wet and ready for him. You hoped he’d just shove his dick right in, or that Taehyung would. Either option was more than enjoyable.

Suddenly, Taehyung let go of your hair, pushed Jungkook’s head towards your entrance, and bent down to start sucking on your clit. The sensation of having two warm mouths on your pussy was more than enough to get you to groan and moan, kicking your head back and grabbing onto both of the men who seemed so eager to get you to feel good.

It all happened so fast—Taehyung’s tongue moving in circles around your clit, getting you more excited with each second; Jungkook’s tongue entering your pussy and then coming back out to lick your entrance and everything around it before diving right back in. You felt like you were dripping all over the sofa, and all over their mouths, but they didn’t seem to care.

Before you knew it, you were coming, and Jungkook quickly stuck two fingers inside of you, both of you moaning as your walls clenched and relaxed around his fingers, covering them in your juices.

Jungkook straightened his back, still kneeling in front of you, and gently pulled his fingers out, the remnants of your orgasm clearly glistening on them. He then stared right into your eyes, licked one side of the fingers, and offered them to Taehyung, whose head was still right above your crotch. Without thinking about it, Taehyung sucked Jungkook’s fingers clean, knowing how much it would turn you on.

“That was amazing,” you told them, sorry you weren’t as vocal as they liked. You just felt so overwhelmed with good feelings that you found it impossible to speak. Now that you were content, you found it easier to speak, so you sat back up. “What next?”

“Bedroom,” Taehyung said, getting up and offering you his hand.

You took it and led both men to your bedroom, hearing them throw away the robe and the towel on the floor on their way. When you reached the bed, you turned around and enjoyed the sight.

They have both been working out—that much was clear from a single glance in their direction. Jungkook’s thighs seemed more defined and so did Taehyung’s chest. Jungkook also added a couple of more tattoos to his right arm, making him seem so dangerous, which was somehow endearing because you knew he was the definition of a switch.

Seeing a guy who had no problem with being babied look so tough would be funny, had you not known he could also make you do whatever he felt like doing.

Everything about them seemed just as attractive as always—they were both trimmed, neat, clean, warm, and welcoming. You wished you three lived in the same city. You’d offer them to move in if you could have sex with them whenever you liked, you really would. Fuck the company and what people would say.

Sadly, this day was an anomaly in your life and you needed to make the most out of it. As you lay there on the bed and inspected their naked bodies, the two of them whispered at each other while staring right back at you. Taehyung cocked an eyebrow up and looked at Jungkook questioningly, to which the younger man eagerly nodded in agreement. That was all it took for Taehyung to walk over to the bed and straddle your chest.

This would have felt suffocating had it been anybody else—you practically couldn’t move with a grown man kneeling over your chest, back straight, cock in hand as he looked down at you with a smirk on his face. Thankfully, it didn’t feel intimidating because it was Taehyung and you knew he only had mutual pleasure in mind.

“Hey there, pretty,” Taehyung said with a grin and pointed his cock right at your face. “Suck.”

You didn't need to be told twice—you took his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it while staring right into his eyes which widened with every move of your tongue. It felt good to know you could make him feel weak too, just like he made you. Taehyung kicked his head back and groaned when you moved your head forward, allowing him to hit the back of your throat.

That's when you felt Jungkook getting on the bed and kneeling between your legs. It was strange to feel someone touch you but not see them, but since it was Jungkook, you couldn’t mind. As soon as you felt his palms touch your thighs, you moaned against Taehyung’s cock and took more of it in. Then, Jungkook spread your legs and leaned in, his hot breath fanning your soaking pussy, fingers digging into your skin.

You could hear Jungkook hiss at the sight in front of him and Taehyung grinned at you even wider. “Take some more of it huh? Be a good girl,” he whispered at you, and you instantly did what he asked, coating his entire cock with your saliva, hoping he’d put it in soon.

Jungkook hummed in approval and leaned in, his tongue licking circles around your clit before he sucked it in. That made you moan and wince—you needed him badly by that point, the entire situation was already turning you on so much and you’d just come earlier.

Taehyung, as always, didn’t like to be excluded, so he decided to find out what he could. “What is he doing to you?” He asked, reaching down to cup your face. “Treating you well?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed against him, trying to nod but failing because of his dick in your mouth.

“Jungkookie is making you feel so good,” Taehyung grinned and pinched your nipple, which got hard the second Jungkook touched you. “And you’re making me feel amazing. That tongue of yours will be the death of me.”

This made you gulp down on his cock and move your head faster, wanting to please him as much as you could, while Jungkook played with your clit and got you ready for his fingers, or better yet, his cock. Either way, you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook pulled away from your clit just to bring his arm down against it with a little bit of force and the slap felt so gentle yet so hard, and it made you almost scream out. Thankfully, the cock in your mouth stopped you from doing it.

“You’re really loving Jungkook’s touch,” Taehyung noted, petting your head. “I bet he is doing it right…” You nodded to that because you couldn’t have agreed more—he was perfect at this. “You know what his weak spot is?”

Now, this was something you wanted to know, just like you wanted to know more about Taehyung’s weak spots. The two of them always managed to make you end the night feeling like a sweaty, worn-out mess, so you wanted to know more about what gets them weak, too. What’s fair is fair.

You shook your head with a mouth full of cock, and waited for Taehyung to explain.

“Ass,” Taehyung whispered the word and it made you clench around nothing. “I'm sure Jungkook will lick both your holes if you want him to…”

Without giving it a second thought, you nodded. “Amazing,” Taehyung said, which Jungkook clearly took as a sign to do it.

You felt him stick his tongue inside your pussy and then drag it back up to your clit before repeating the same thing and making your hips buck into his face, desperate to feel more.

“Don't you like sucking cock while someone is treating you so well?” Taehyung said with a low chuckle and you let his cock fall out of your mouth to respond.

“I fucking love it,” you said with a grin before taking his tip in and swirling your tongue around it while staring right into his eyes, which seemed so focused on you like nothing else existed. Jungkook reminded you he was there by moving his tongue in circles around your clit.

“I know you do,” Taehyung grinned and wrapped his fingers into your hair, helping you move your head to take more of him in.

That’s when you felt Jungkook’s tongue circle around your asshole, and the feeling made you gasp for air. It’s been a while since you’ve taken part in ass play, so you couldn’t wait for it. Besides, it was the two of them—what could go wrong? If there’s anyone you trusted for this, it was them, which was funny considering this was your fourth time sleeping with the two guys in your room.

Jungkook hummed against your skin and continued to lick your hole, which made your entire body stiffen and hips buck into him again. Luckily, his hands were on your thighs, holding them open and pressing them against the bed.

“Like having a tongue up your ass, huh?” Taehyung teased, pulling his cock out just to smack it against your lips, clearly enjoying the view. “Didn't know that.”

“Fuck yes,” you grunted with a chuckle which died down as soon as you felt Jungkook’s tongue twirling around your hole, making you kick your head back.

“What about cock?” Jungkook asked, finally saying something, and his words made your breath hitch in your throat.

“Only if you're nice to it,” you responded, teasing him.

The words made him chuckle before he dove right back in and licked a strip up to your clit and then back down to your ass. The feeling of his wet, warm, and nimble tongue all over your crotch made you gasp for air and choke on Taehyung’s cock. You forgot how good it felt to do this with two people at once, to focus on your own and someone else’s pleasure at the same time.

The sounds you were making encouraged Jungkook to go harder on you, and now all three of you seemed to be enjoying it. You could hear the sounds of Jungkook's hand jerking him off and you wished you were closer to give him a hand. After all, that was the least you could do for him.

“Are you gonna let us use all your holes?” Taehyung asked you gently, tugging at your hair, and you nodded instantly, which made him groan in response.

“Good girl,” Jungkook said, pulling away from your crotch for a second to speak and then diving right back in.

You let go of Taehyung’s cock and muttered the words. “I forgot how fucking good this felt.”

Suddenly, you became aware that Jungkook wasn’t going to take it slow—you felt his tip smack against your clit, and then your pussy. Finally, it circled your ass. It made you clench both holes and shiver in anticipation, wanting to feel him inside of you. “Don't worry, I won't do it yet,” Jungkook patted your thigh reassuringly, sounding like he thought you’d be against the idea. “Just wanted to touch you.”

“That’s the thing with him,” Taehyung looked down at you with a smirk. “Always so impatient.”

“Can’t resist,” Jungkook chuckled and got down on his knees again.

His mouth found your clit before you could come up with a response and you let go completely, allowing him to lick wherever and however he wanted to. Jungkook’s tongue quickly circled your clitoris and then slowly dragged its way down to your pussy. The second you felt Jungkook stick his tongue inside of you, you clenched your walls and moaned around Taehyung’s cock.

He seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were, you could tell by the cocky look on his face. “Oh, Jungkookie knows what he’s doing,” he mumbled at you and shoved his dick a bit deeper into your mouth. “Just relax, let him get you there.”

Jungkook dove in, licking one and then the other hole, getting you to clench everything and then relax. Every time his tongue would enter one of your holes, your entire body would stiffen and you’d clench around his tongue, enjoying the sensation of having him inside of you that way.

The more Jungkook touched you, the less you could focus on Taehyung’s cock, even though you wanted to. He was smooth and hard and it felt so easy to move your head up and down, pursing your lips to get the skin to glide over his tip every time, earning you low grunts from the man towering over you. However, when Jungkook started to focus on your clit and shoved two of his long fingers inside of you, it became impossible to keep going with the same determination. Well, you could have done it, but then you wouldn’t have enjoyed Jungkook’s touch as much.

Luckily, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. “It’s that good, huh?” He asked with a grin and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying the sight of your saliva all over him and your lips. Taehyung then started to jerk himself off while moving his hip towards your head even more. “Lick.”

Now, this suited you a lot better—you could rest your head on the pillow and suck on his balls while Jungkook did his thing and got you off, and you were sure he would do it.

By the time his ring finger started pressing against your asshole, you were already moaning. You couldn’t help yourself, though, not when he was sucking on your clit and letting his tongue graze against it quickly, sending shivers down your spine, while his fingers moved in and out of you slowly, getting you closer to climax with each move.

“Just like that, yes,” Taehyung grunted, moving his hand faster, and using the other one to grip your hair tight and pull you in closer so you could take both of his balls into your mouth and suck on them.

Since your moans were loud even though they were muffled by Taehyung’s balls in your mouth, Jungkook was getting excited himself. You knew he was into it when he lifted both your legs in the air, grabbing you by the thighs and holding them up so he could have full access to you. At first, you winced at the loss of his fingers, but it got so much better—his tongue circled your clit, licked your pussy and then your ass, and then did the full circle again, making you almost scream with pleasure.

Luckily, Taehyung’s balls stopped you from sounding that desperate. There was just something about feeling so vulnerable, which was exactly what Jungkook managed to do. Clearly, you were pinned to the bed by the weight of Taehyung’s body on your chest, even though he wasn’t sitting on you. You still couldn’t move away, not unless he moved first.

That, topped with the fact that your feet were up in the air and that Jungkook was holding them there, allowing you to focus on his mouth alone, made you feel like you submitted to them completely. Still, that wasn’t frightening at all—you three had a mutual trust, despite not knowing each other that long. You trusted them not to cross your boundaries, and they trusted you to do the same.

That’s why it didn’t surprise you when you felt your orgasm starting to build up deep in your lower stomach, legs up, Jungkook’s mouth focusing on your clit, your walls clenching around nothing, eager to feel him, but enjoying his touch nonetheless.

At that point, Jungkook’s grunt became almost louder than yours, and Taehyung swore now and then. Whenever Jungkook sucked on your clit, you’d suck on Taehyung’s balls some more and swirl your tongue around them, which would make him grunt and pull your hair. If you had one weakness, it would be very handsome men pulling on your hair and moaning because of you, and that was exactly what Taehyung was giving you.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he mumbled and spit on his cock so he could continue to jerk it as fast as he wanted. “That mouth can fit both of them in… Maybe it could fit both me and Jungkook at the same time.”

You hummed in agreement, feeling the urge to wrap your thighs around Jungkook’s head and pull him closer in so he couldn’t move away from your crotch. Sadly, his hands were stopping your thighs from moving. All you could do was let your legs hang freely as he continued to hold them up. You were sad because you couldn’t see his face or grab him by the hair, but there’d be time for that, you were sure.

So, instead of dwelling on that, you relaxed and let your orgasm wash over you. You quickly let go of Taehyung’s balls, not wanting to tug on them too hard while coming. It felt like your body was spasming while you came, mostly because Jungkook wasn’t moving away—he kept playing with your clit even though it was clear he’d managed to bring you over the edge.

You knew he could tell you were coming, but instead of moving away, he dove right in even more, sucking as much as he could while your knees shook, his hands still holding them up. All you could do was moan his name with your head kicked back, which earned you a satisfied smirk from Taehyung.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he added after you calmed down. “In fact, when you’re enjoying yourself.”

You hummed in response, still trying to calm your breathing down. When you felt stable again, you opened your mouth for Taehyung to stick his cock inside, which he did with a huge grin.

“Mhm, fuck,” he grunted and patted your cheek, clearly enjoying the feeling of your tongue on his dick again.

Jungkook moved away for a couple of seconds, but as soon as he heard that Taehyung was enjoying himself again, Jungkook started to play with you again, still holding your legs up by the thighs.

You were sensitive now, maybe even too much, but Jungkook knew how to handle it well. Instead of applying a lot of pressure with his tongue or sucking your clit in, he was slowly dragging his tongue up and down your slit, careful to circle it around both your holes each time, getting you to clench every time he did it.

Soon enough, all three of you were grunting lowly, Taehyung most of all. It didn’t take you by surprise, not when you were taking more of his cock than before and feeling it hit the back of your throat. Still, you kept your pace and tried to breathe despite him blocking your airway every couple of seconds.

Jungkook was enjoying eating you out a lot more than you remembered him doing before, and you felt bad about not being able to touch him back. The orgasm he gave you was short but sweet, and you at least wanted to repay him. However, Taehyung kneeling over you stopped you from doing that.

It went on for a while, this little game of yours where Jungkook worked hard to please you and you did the same to get Taehyung to come. And then, Jungkook stopped.

“I’ll come,” you could hear him say, followed by a loud hiss, and the fact that he could come just by eating you out turned you on a lot more than you were willing to admit to either one of them. Jungkook finally let go of your thighs and you propped your legs up on your feet, leaving them spread.

“Where can he come?” Taehyung asked smugly, enjoying the fact that he was the one doing most of the talking. He helped you speak by pulling his cock out of your mouth.

“Wherever he wants,” you responded right away, hoping Jungkook would listen. If you couldn’t touch him, you could at least offer him that.

It was Taehyung's turn to hiss before turning to face Jungkook. “Get both.”

A second later, Jungkook pushed one of your thighs to the side and continued to hold it down while he used the other to get himself off. Not long after, you could feel his cum spray all over your crotch, covering both holes. You knew that was exactly what Taehyung wanted—to see both your holes covered in cum. Jungkook was just nice enough to indulge him.

“Fuck, ah!” Jungkook mumbled and kept milking his cock until the very last drop. You could feel it all but you couldn’t see any of it. In fact, all you could do was take more of Taehyung’s hard cock and hope that you’d get to do the same to Taehyung.

Then, Taehyung pulled his cock out and grinned. “My turn,” he cocked his head to the side. “You, all fours.”

It was a command, you realized when he pushed himself off of you, and Jungkook stood up as well, leaving you lying on the bed with your legs spread, his cum all over you. Jungkook stood right next to the bed, enjoying the mess he left behind, you could tell by the smug look on his face.

Since they were waiting for you to make a move, you got on all fours, like Taehyung instructed, careful to do it in the middle of the bed so they both had enough room. You weren’t sure what exactly they had in mind, but you were down for it.

Taehyung got behind you right away, staring at your crotch as semen started to drip down the inside of your thighs. Since you knew he was enjoying it, you arched your back, perking your ass even higher up so he could get a better look, which made Taehyung chuckle and spank your ass.

YOu could hear Jungkook grunting too before his palm landed on your asscheek as well, taking you by surprise. Then, Jungkook moved to the other side of the bed and sat down right in front of you, which made you move your head down so you could pay him back.

“What a fucking view,” Taehyung said, probably to himself. “Drenched in fucking cum.”

“There was a lot,” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned. “I was excited about this.”

“Me too,” you admitted, staring right into his eyes. It made him reach down and tangle both hands into your hair, gently stroking your head as you stuck your tongue out to lick his balls.

That’s exactly when you felt the tips of Taehyung’s fingers circling both of your holes, playing with cum. “Good?”

You hummed in agreement and sucked one of Jungkook’s balls into your mouth, rolling it around with your tongue. Taehyung started to slowly ease his fingers inside of you—one in each hole—which made you clench tight.

His hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it gently as if he was trying to get you to relax. “Mhm, good girl,” he said when he felt your walls releasing his fingers, letting them go deeper inside.

Jungkook kept caressing your hair with a smile on his face, clearly enjoying everything that was going on right in front of him—you sucking on his balls, ass in the air while Taehyung fingered both your holes. He was liking it so much that he started to jerk himself off gently, as he still wasn’t fully hard.

When you noticed that, you stuck your tongue out and ran it up and down his balls, wanting to please him as much as he did you. That’s when Taehyung’s fingers entered you and you could feel them both inside, knuckles deep, so you clenched and relaxed, excited to hear Taehyung grunt in response.

“So fucking tight,” he mumbled. “Jungkookie, she’s so tight.”

Jungkook hummed in response, one of his hands still playing with your hair while the other was wrapped around his tip, pulling the skin over it, slowly getting him off. That’s when you decided you wanted to taste him, so you licked a strip up to his tip and took it in your mouth, earning a loud groan for him, followed by Jungkook kicking his head back and sighing deeply. “Fuck. Such a warm little mouth.”

“And cunt,” Taehyung added from behind. “And ass.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement and looked down at you, staring at your face while you circled your tongue around his tip, enjoying the feeling of his cock getting hard under your touch.

Gently, Taehyung pulled both fingers out, which made you wince. “Oh, you want to get filled up?” He chuckled when he realized you were reacting to the loss of his fingers.

Then, you felt his tongue circle around your ass. His eating-out style was different from Jungkook’s—he acted like it was a buffet and he had to get everything before someone else came and took some. Taehyung laid his tongue flat on your ass and licked up and down, then from side to side, then in circles until he reached your pussy and gave it the same treatment, which made your legs shake. Taehyung’s fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass as he held you in place and licked you in long strips from your clit up to your asshole, leaving a wet trail behind.

“You like it when someone plays with that tight ass of yours?” Jungkook said, to which you immediately hummed in agreement around his cock. That made him thrust his hips into your face, his cock entering your throat. “I knew you would…”

“Of course she does,” Taehyung moved away from your crotch for a second to respond. “She’s so eager to get fucked, arching her back like that… Aren’t you?”

You let go of Jungkook’s cock to respond. “Fuck yeah… Fuck me, Taehyung.”

That was all Taehyung needed to hear to do it. He quickly moved away, spit on his cock, and lined it up with your entrance. A second later, he was deep inside your pussy, holding onto your hips and staying still for a while, letting you get used to having a dick inside of you.

It stung for a second or two, but you were already soaking wet and so ready to feel him inside of you, so it wasn’t that much of a shock.

Jungkook moved your hair away from your face and gripped it, enjoying the view. “You take cock so well,” he hummed at you.

“So fucking well,” Taehyung agreed and started to move his hips slowly.

You forgot how good they were at this, at getting you to feel like a toy, but at the same time, treating you so well, at knowing exactly how and where to touch you to get you to enjoy every second of it. Once again, you wished they were staying in town longer so you could have more fun.

“Is that all you’ve got?” You teased, knowing your words would get Taehyung riled up.

The look on Jungkook’s face told you he enjoyed hearing you talk back to Taehyung, who grabbed your hips firmly and started to thrust. He went hard and deep, grunting. “Is it okay now, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to arch your back even more while still focusing on sucking Jungkook’s cock.

But, as always, it all became too much and you couldn’t do it right—Taehyung was slamming himself into you from behind, touching all the right places, spanking your ass, telling you how good you felt, and all you could do was hold Jungkook’s cock in your mouth and try to move your head. It all felt too good and you just couldn’t focus on the blowjob, which Jungkook quickly noticed.

He pulled his cock out, kept jerking himself off with one hand while continuing to play with your hair with the other, pushing you down to rest on his thigh and enjoy Taehyung’s cock, which you gladly accepted. However, you made a mental note to be extremely generous to Jungkook who was trying so hard to please you.

Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be a bit more focused on himself, but you couldn’t blame him. It was his favorite thing—a cum-covered woman on all fours, letting him fuck hard, allowing him to come inside. You knew he couldn’t wait to get to spray you with cum, that was his favorite part.

You weren’t sure which part was your favorite since you genuinely enjoyed each one, starting from the dirty talk, the spanking, the sight of them naked, how good their dicks felt, and everything that came after. There wasn’t a single thing you’d change except it happening more often.

“Jungkookie was… so good… to you,” Taehyung said in between thrusts, and you felt he was getting closer to release. “And you’re not… sucking him off?”

“It feels so good,” you responded, looking up at Jungkook. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” Jungkook grinned. “It’s my turn after.”

“Yes,” you nodded, which made Taehyung happy.

“Good,” he said, continuing to thrust hard and make your insides turn and your walls clench with every inch he gave you. “He deserves a good suck.”

“And fuck,” you said, instantly making Jungkook grin.

“That’s a good girl,” Taehyung smacked your ass lightly a couple of times. “Can I come inside?”

“Yes, please,” as soon as the words left your mouth, Taehyung started to thrust a lot harder than before, jerking you onto Jungkook, who helped you stay put.

It was all about coming for him, and it turned you on so much—being on all fours, allowing this guy who towered over you to fuck you hard and get himself off using you, come inside you, and enjoy the sight of his cum seeping out of you. It felt like he was going for hours, but it was a couple of minutes tops, especially when he was going that hard.

“Fuck!”

Then, his loud groan and the fact that buried his cock deep inside of you told you he was shooting his load and letting you take all of his cum. Before he was finished, though, he pulled out and let some of it hit your wet pussy and ass, since he enjoyed the sight so much.

“This was so fucking good,” Taehyung grunted, still not letting go of your hips. He first took a deep breath, patted your ass, and then moved to the side. “Jungkook’s turn.”

Instead of staying on all fours, you plopped down on your stomach and spread your legs, hoping the pose would please Jungkook. At that point, you felt like you couldn’t stay on your knees anymore—Taehyung had worn you down in the best way possible. Still, you weren’t about to tap out.

Jungkook quickly got up on the bed and kneeled over your thighs—you felt his skin against yours, warm and smooth. His hands flew to your ass and he started to grope your cheeks, but he did it gently, and he took his time.

You enjoyed it, you couldn’t lie. These two gorgeous men were completely naked in your bed, watching you like they couldn’t get enough of you, ready to do whatever you asked. Yes, you were playing by their rules and doing what they wanted, but you knew you could get whatever you asked for. Even Taehyung would be willing to please you however you wished, and this kind of agreement not only did wonders for your ego but helped you finally relax and forget about everything else.

“God, this is perfect,” Jungkook said, giving your ass a soft smack. “I could go on all day.”

“Right?” Taehyung agreed, sitting down on the bed next to you, giving you a warm smile. He was worn out too, his hair stuck to the sides of his face, his skin hot and sweaty, a look of complete content on his pretty face. “Thank God we have all day.”

“Exactly,” you couldn’t help but agree. The fact that you hadn’t even thought about the company and all the things waiting for you when you got back was a clear sign of how good they were treating you. That’s exactly what you wanted from a date—for someone so interesting they would make you forget your responsibilities, even if for a little while. With the two of them, it happened every time. “Couldn’t have found a better time to ask for some vacation days.”

“Oh, man, I almost forgot about that,” Jungkook said, grabbing your buttcheeks and starting to mush them, spread them apart, and then smack them together, clearly fascinated by your flesh. His touch turned you on even more because his fingers were so close, but at the same time, so far. “We have so much time. Of course, if you’re into seeing us again.”

“A girl offers her ass to you and you think she doesn’t want to see you again?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow and then looked back down at you. “He has a lot to learn, clearly.”

“I’d say he’s good,” you contradicted Taehyung mostly for the fun of it, but partly because you enjoyed Jungkook’s personality too. He was polite and didn’t take the liberty to assume anything, which you greatly appreciated. On the other hand, you also appreciated the cockiness Taehyung exuded.

Jungkook seemed to like hearing that, you could tell by the way he squeezed both your ass cheeks and chuckled. “Let me show you then.”

In a matter of seconds, you felt his fingers circling your ass. It was wet enough, but Jungkook wanted to make sure so he spat on it and spread the saliva with his digits, clearly enjoying the whole process. Taehyung looked around your bedroom and then gave up and simply asked.

“Lube?”

“The first drawer,” you pointed to the nightstand where you kept the lubricant for your lonely nights and not for use with partners. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any, other than the two men on your bed.

Before you knew it, Taehyung was throwing the bottle to Jungkook, who squirted a really generous amount and gently inserted two of his long fingers into your ass, making you grunt and kick your head back. It felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

A second later, you felt Jungkook grunting as he placed the tip of his cock against your asshole and smacked against it, making a loud sound that sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy clench. Fuck, you wanted him bad. Sadly, you couldn’t see him, but you were still enjoying the touch of his thighs against yours, one hand massaging your ass while the other tried to slowly get his cock to enter you.

“Is she ready for you?” Taehyung asked, his hand fondling his balls while the other was tugging at your hair gently. “Do you want to take that big dick up your ass?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, smiling at him. “I can’t wait for Jungkook to fuck me.”

“Fuck,” you could hear him mutter behind you, clearly not immune to these comments of yours. Gently, his tip entered your ass and it took a while for your muscles to relax and let him inside.

Tons of women don’t like anal. In fact, many of them despise it and don’t even want to try it. You, on the other hand, loved it. When you were younger, the thought of it was repulsive, but then you tried it once, with someone who knew what they were doing, and you realized that there was something amazing about it, even though the feeling was completely different than the one sex usually gave you. Since Jungkook seemed so into ass, you didn’t see a reason why not let him fuck you.

“So tight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, which made Taehyung chuckle and lean against the bed frame. If you knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he knew how to be extremely gentle when he wanted to, so you had complete trust in him.

Taehyung kept playing with your hair, trying to distract you while Jungkook eased himself inside of you. He was stuck now as your muscles clenched around him, trapping him. “Relax, baby,” Jungkook practically purred as he lay on top of you from behind, allowing you to feel the weight of his body on yours, his mouth on the side of your face. “It won’t hurt.”

“Just go slow,” you said and unclenched your jaw, hoping your body would unclench too and let Jungkook enter you fully. He was going slow, used a lot of lube, and was as thoughtful as always, so your body listened and let him penetrate you a bit more, which made him grunt right next to your ear. “Fuck.”

“You feel so fucking good,” Jungkook whispered into your ear before softly biting into your earlobe. “I bet my cock feels huge now.”

“It always feels huge,” you complimented him, knowing it would make him happy, which his grin proved. “But especially now.”

“Can I go deeper?” He asked, still stuck in the same place, inside you by maybe two inches.

“We should have done this differently,” Taehyung said, which made you both look up at him. He was still leaning against the bedframe and tugging at your hair. “It would go easier if you had a mouth on your pussy while Jungkook stretched you out.”

Your pussy throbbed at the idea of having Taehyung eat you out while Jungkook fucked your ass, but it was too late now—Jungkook was already inside of you and if you switched positions and started over, it would undo the prep he’d already done.

“We’re doing that next time,” you said and chuckled, which made Jungkook sigh with relief and latch his mouth onto your neck.

The way he kissed you made you relax, it made you spread your thighs a bit more, allowing him more access as his tongue got you even wetter. He kissed your neck like he kissed your pussy—wet, sloppy, his tongue all over the place, and it felt fucking amazing. By the end of the first kiss, it felt like you were about to explode all over him and he wasn’t even though your pussy.

“I wish I could stuff your cunt while he fucks your tight little ass,” Taehyung said, pulling your hair to get you to open your eyes and look at him. Up until that point, you were trying to relax so you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Jungkook’s cock inside of you and his tongue on your neck. “I bet it would feel amazing.”

“I bet it would,” you agreed with a moan as Jungkook pulled his cock out and then slowly entered you again, trying to get you used to his girth.

“Good?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

You hummed in response and prepared yourself for another slow thrust of his. Taehyung pulled your hair again, continuing to call you a good little slut for letting Jungkook use your ass like that, and his words made you clench your pussy around nothing. Jungkook could feel you clench, you knew by the way he grunted every couple of seconds and you knew it felt amazing for him—you were already tight enough. The additional clenching probably squeezed him so hard he could barely move.

“Jesus!” He grunted with a chuckle. “You’ll make me come.”

“So fast?” You tried to face him, but Taehyung pulled your hair.

“So rude,” Taehyung smirked at you.

“I know it’s fucking fast,” Jungkook grunted, latching his lips onto your neck and sucking the skin in. “I can’t help it, your ass is really, really tight... And I know you want me to come inside of you.”

“I do,” you whispered, still staring right into Taehyung’s eyes, enjoying the looks he was giving you. “Turned on?”

“When am I not turned on around you?” Taehyung asked back, licking his lips. You were asking because you saw how hard he was, but he wasn’t touching himself. Instead, he lay there gripping your hair and staring at you getting fucked from behind. YOu could tell he was just waiting for his turn, so you decided to help him out and motioned for him to come closer.

When he did, you took his cock in your mouth, which instantly made him hiss. Taehyung quickly regained his composure and continued to play with your hair while you took more of his cock in, which encouraged Jungkook to start moving faster.

The more you got into sucking Taehyung’s cock, the faster Jungkook went, still kissing your neck. It felt fucking amazing, and you could feel yourself dripping all over the sheets, dying for him to stick it in your pussy too, but Jungkook was enjoying your ass too much for that.

“I’ll fucking come,” he grunted at you, seemingly breathless.

At the sounds of that, Taehyung bucked his hips into your face, making you choke on his dick, probably overly excited about the idea of Jungkook filling up your ass. The room was suddenly filled with groans and moaning coming from all three of you.

The more Jungkook groaned and swore at you, the harder the fucked you, even though he was careful not to go too hard or enter you all the way. That, in turn, made you moan and gulp Taehyung’s cock, letting it enter your throat, coating it with your saliva, eager to get him to come too. All Taehyung could do was tell you how good your mouth felt and grip your hair tighter.

Suddenly, Jungkook pushed himself up on his knees, careful to keep his dick inside of you. With a loud grunt, he came inside of you, holding onto your asscheek. “Take that up this pretty little ass,” he said, out of breath. “Fuck, this was good.”

He remained inside of you for a while until his breathing calmed down and his cock started to soften. Jungkook pulled out of you gently, pecked your back, shoulder, and then cheek before pushing himself off and lying down right next to you and closing his eyes for a second, his hand petting your asscheek gently.

Taehyung took the opportunity to smirk at you as you sucked on his tip. “Up for a bit more?”

“Always,” you told him and your words instantly made him grin.

In a matter of seconds, Taehyung was kneeling behind you, spreading your asscheeks with his hand and enjoying the sight of Jungkook’s cum seeping out of you. You could hear Taehyung stroking himself and then you felt him press his tip against your entrance.

Jungkook was lying next to you, his head turned in your direction with a warm, fucked-out look on his face. He moved a strand of your hair from your face and smiled at you. “You’re fucking great, I hope you know that.”

The compliment was heart-warming, despite the whole situation, so it made you smile at him. Taehyung wasn’t feeling the new, mellow mood.

“What a tight fucking ass,” he said before slamming his palm against your asscheek, his tip right at your entrance. “Can I fill it up?”

“Mhm,” you said, perking it up in the air for easier access. “Come all over me, Taehyung… Let me feel you.”

The deep grunt that left Taehyung’s mouth told you he was enjoying your words. You heard his hand moving across his length, his cock still pressed against your asshole, and in a couple of swift strokes, cum came gushing out of him. “Fucking hell!” Taehyung muttered and kept jerking himself off, letting his cum enter your ass. Then, he pulled away, letting it shower your ass, and he stayed like that for a while, even when the last drop fell on your body, enjoying the mess he made.

“You should let us play with your ass more often,” Taehyung finally said, getting up after giving your ass a loud smack.

“You should let me do that to you,” you muttered back, which made Jungkook’s head snap in your direction. When he saw the look on your face, he giggled.

“Don’t test him,” Jungkook suggested, getting up too, and offering you a hand to help you do the same.

“It wasn’t a threat,” you said, chuckling.

The three of you took a shower together and you wondered how come you felt that comfortable around them. You’ve seen them a handful of times yet you had no problem inviting them to your place, letting them stay if they wanted, showering with them, falling asleep next to them.

Before you drifted to sleep with Jungkook on one side and Taehyung on the other, you wished that they’d come by more often. If anything, it would make you forget about your responsibilities for a while and focus on pure and utter pleasure.

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WONWOO & JEONGHAN DICON 4-Cut Film

summary. in which, your boyfriend offers to give you a brazilian wax when you’re too scared to do it yourself

pairings. jeonghan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. brief mentions of insecurities, mentions of past sex between reader and jeonghan ofc, photography lol, also not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. this is dedicated to @sleeping-sirens c: hehe enjoy this !! a haechan one is in the works !!

masterlist

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“love, what’s wrong?” jeonghan asks you, watching you sigh at your phone for the thousandth time in the thirty minutes.

you hum in question, not being able to hear what he was saying as you were too focused reading a link you found, trailing your eyes off your screen to look at your boyfriend.

“i asked what was wrong and you’re frowning,” he points out, also wearing a frown since you were.

you shake your head, turning your phone off and placing it down beside you. “i’m reading how to wax your own vagina.” you admit, sighing once again.

“huh?” his lips part slightly and his eyes widened.

“i’m too scared to go to a waxer and have a stranger stare at my vagina. like i tried already, i drove my ass there but i couldn’t get out of my car cause i was too scared. so i’m just trying to see if i can do it myself–“

jeonghan pauses his show on the tv before turning his body to face you. his hands reach out to grasp your upper arm and rub it up and down soothingly.

“hey, hey, baby you’re talking fast. it’s okay.” he calms you down.

the corners of your lips curve upwards in a small smile. “sorry.” you apologize.

“you don’t need to apologize baby,” he assured you. “does it seem easy?”

you tilt your head at him, confused on what he’s asking.

“the waxing–what did you read?” he answers your thoughts.

you blink. “oh, uhm, yeah it seems easy. i’m just scared to inflict pain on myself and i don’t know if i’ll be able to see everything.”

he nods, understanding your point of view before he responds with something you were not expecting.

“let me wax you.” he says, seriousness written all over his face.

the crease between your brows softened. “what?”

“let me wax you.” he repeats himself.

in all your years of knowing jeonghan and then dating him for two, he has never judged you or acted weird about anything that concerned your body. instead, always meeting you at the same wavelength of excitement and curiosity.

jeonghan has seen every crevice and cracks on your body, regarding the intimate nights, taking showers together, or just changing in front of each other. you’ve explored it all. you hold a lot of trust for this man, which is why you didn’t have any difficulties saying yes.

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“how long are you gonna watch that video?” you whine out, slumped body resting against the couch as you watched your personal waxer for today stare at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“baby, i’m watching this so i don’t hurt you.” he sternly tells you, eyes never leaving the screen until the video shortly ends.

you slump in your seat, muttering an “i know”.

he stands up from the couch, grabbing the folded towel and sprawling it out neatly on the floor beside you. “someone sounds eager for their boyfriend to wax their pussy.” he teases you, kneeling down next to the wax heater, stirring it in circles with the wooden stick.

you extend your foot out to lightly kick his arm. “shut up,” you huff.

he softly giggles, his cheek bones sitting prettily below his crescent shaped eyes. “i’m just teasing, baby.”

you’re lying on the towel hannie has laid out for you, one of his shirts swallows your body and the lose fabric rides down your thighs, exposing your underwear and legs.

he taps the bare skin just below your butt. you lift your hips up as he tugs at the lace and tossing them behind him.

“this is different– me taking off your underwear and i’m not about to eat you out.”

the palm of your hand meets your face. “you’re about to be fired on your first day.”

he leans down for his lips to meet with your knee. his hands rubbing your shin.

he lets out a breath, “you ready?”

you blankly stare at the ceiling, a sudden wave of anxiety hits you because you realize your boyfriend, who you very much love and see a future with, will be sitting in front of your vagina ripping strips of hair out. you want to know what he’s thinking.

you lift your head up, your chin touching your collarbone as you meet eyes with him. “what’re you thinking right now?” you ask, taking your bottom lip in to nervously nibble on.

“i’m thinking that im just doing something for my girlfriend because i want to help her.” he answers your anxious mind.

you softly smile at him before your head hits the floor, relaxing your body. “okay im ready.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

he scoops up a bit of the wax, swirling the stick in a circular motion and brings it over to you, he pokes your thighs to open your legs for him and his hand is hovering over your center.

you quickly close your legs. “wait!“

his face is deadpan.

“you sure you know what you’re doing–“

he with the stick still in his hand he forced your legs open. “if you ask me again one more time, you’re not getting waxed you’ll be getting fucked.” he exclaims while laughing, but you know he’s serious.

you groan, “okay, go.” your hands instinctively grabbing at the shirt that covers your upper half, clenching the cotton fabric tightly.

he mumbles quietly that he’s going to start, kissing your knee once more before you feel him spreading the wax on your sensitive skin. it was warm, an unusual but not an unfamiliar feeling yet it still had your face twist.

“ok it has to sit for about thirty seconds before i can pull it, how you doing?” again, jeonghan being attentive towards you and making sure you’re comfortable and observing how you’re feeling.

you nod, “good, actually.”

he grins happily at your response.

“ok i’m gonna pull now, sorry in advance baby.” he apologizes with a pout, already knowing the pain that can occur from waxing especially on the private areas.

you shake your head, anticipating the pain to come. “just go.” you urge.

he flicks up the end of the wax, holding it between his thumb and index finger. you bite your lip, clenching your shirt in your hands preparing yourself for the rip.

jeonghan takes a deep breath before he rips the wax off like a bandaid.

“ow! fuck!” you curse out, your eyes shut tight.

he presses his hand down on the skin, muttering apologies over and over until you open your eyes.

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"you did good, hannie!" you compliment him.

he puts the hand mirror down and helps you to slide on your underwear, his hands stop right in the middle of your thighs.

you turn your head to stare at him. "what're you doing?"

you angle your legs so you're able to look at him and you find him gawking at your bare pussy.

"can i take a picture?" he asks.

you lift your head up. "what? for what?" you knew this wasn't just going to be a waxing session with your boyfriend. he's been practically drooling staring at your pussy. you wouldn’t be surprised if the man had a boner right now.

"i should take pictures of my progress no?" his lips quirked.

you drop your head with pursed lips, waving him away with your hand. "hurry up." he grins taking off your underwear again.

he reaches for his phone before hurrying over back to you. he mumbles to himself, not being able to catch what he said. with his phone still in his hand he grabs your shins and pushes your legs towards your chest, from his view your lips are slightly pushed together and puffed out. this position is extremely lewd and embarrassing with him being the only one fully clothed. you're very open to trying out jeonghan's sexual fantasies. taking inappropriate photos is not something new between the both of you and with a rule that they only stay between you two.

"hold your legs in the air for me baby," he instructs.

you do as he says, your feet in the air and your freshly waxed pussy exposed.

he takes a couple shots before tossing his phone on the couch. "fuck you're so sexy." crawling over you to connect his lips with yours and before you're able to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more, he pulls away giving you a hand to sit up.

"if i kiss you longer i will cum in my pants and i read that you can't have sex for 24 hours after a brazilian wax." he tells you, his lips curved downward in a pout.

you roll your eyes, quickly sliding your panties back on. "what a loss." you sigh dramatically.

he narrows his eyes at you. "no, i don't care for that you meanie." he defends himself, flicking your forehead but not too harsh.

"kidding."

he cups the side of your face, his nose grazing yours as he peers into your eyes. "tomorrow night, you're mine though. i need a review and rating on how i did.”

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NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

smau with some written portions, aespa members are reader’s friend group. riize members are all veterinary students while reader and friends are nursing students!

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status: COMPLETED!

wonbin and friends 🐈 | reader and friends 🐰

part one: hai every bunny!

part two | god had to nerf him

part three | wonbunny agenda

part four | maybe bunnies aren’t that bad

part five | marry me

part six | On my way!

part seven | jealous

part eight | dropping out

part nine | wonnie and binnie

part ten | wonbin belieber

part eleven | one less lonely girl guy

bangtan search:tropes (a-m)

ksj // myg // jhs // knj // pjm // kth // jjk

» arranged marriage au

» age gap au

» android au

» babysitter au

» bad boy au

» band au

» based on a movie

» based on books

» based on kdramas

» based on tv shows

» basketball au

» best friends au

» best friends to lovers au

» best friends brother au

» best friends boyfriend au

» best friends girlfriend au

» boyfriend au

» bodyguard au

»brothers best friend

» break up au

» ceo au

» chaebol au

»coworkers au

»coworkers to lovers

» childhood friends au

» christmas au

»cheating au

» cheerleader au

» college au

» dad au

» dance academy au

» dance au

» detective au

» dilf au 

» dilf!jk

» dilf!namjoon

» dilf!yoongi

» dilf!taehyung

» dilf!jimin

» dilf!seokjin

» dilf!hoseok

» domestic au

» doctor au

» enemies to lovers au

» enemies with benefits au

» exes to lovers au

» exes au

» established relationship au

»favourites

» fantasy au

» fiance au

» friends to lovers au

» f#ck boy au

» f#ck buddies au

» frenemies to lovers au

» fake dating au

» forbidden love au

» frat boy au 

» friends with benefits au

» first love au

» gang au

» high school au

» historical au

» honeymoon au

» hospital au

» hybrid au

» idiots to lovers au

» infidelity au

» idol au

» inspired by a song

» jock jk

» love triangle au

» long distance relationship au

» mafia au

» marvel au

» marriage au

» medical au

» mistress au

find the (n-z) directory here…

[updated 16.06.22]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

start: 25/06/2024 → end: ________

notes. this is my first smau, so be easy on me. this is gonna be my first work in this blog after 2 years before i decided to abandoned it to move. i just really love riize and my mind is itching to do something about it. ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

taglist. open. send an ask or reply to this post.

© lostgirlinthewoods. Do not copy, steal, or translate any of my works. 

profiles.

01. chlorine squad 02. pull it back that siren 03. girls only

chapters.

01. saturday gig 02. chanyoung's older sis 03. corner cafe 04. secretly a nerd?? 05. wonbin the black cat 06. lunch 07. hangouts 08. y/n's tiny little crush 09. rumours 10. twitter thread 11. anton's text 12. we are dating 13. how to boyfriend 101 14. so in love 15. im just a cat 16. swim meet literally 17. twitter thread pt 2 18. eunseok's pov 19. should we break up? 20. y/n and wonbin's break up mission 21. 22. 23. 24. tba...

meme and reaction pics archives. (will upload after i finish the series)

taglist. (closed. reached maximum mentions allowed.)

@molensworld @wonychu @yoursyuno @siuewnb @gyehyeonist @binoyu @secretiny @started-with-f-ends-with-uck @seokton @fae-renjun @nujeskz @i03jae @daegale @kyusqult @riki-shenanigans @revehosh @nctrawberries @wonbins-black-cat @parkwonbinie @saranghoeforanton @tommina @chuutaroo @000rpheus @p-d1ddy @starwonb1n @ikiqui @taroddori @blossominghunnie

@aloverga @brachioswrld @toriblogkk @miyawwn @intakstars @naviiy @bebubilu @soheendo @otblous @katarinaesqa @intakstars @yla-aira @i1uvc4ke @maleegayuh @renjuneoo @whoisgwyn @hakkkuu @endtostartbreathin @yngjngwon @flaminghotyourmom @deonuism @film-sea @babigriin @ssweetreveries @bunni

@onlyhyunjin @adoresoapy  @donutswjam @dearestjake @icyona

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