RUTHLESS

RUTHLESS

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: When breaking the norm leads to a romance.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Non-canon, Biker life, Friends to lovers

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4508

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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Riding on top of your 2013 Sportster Iron 883 purple custom felt the closest thing to heaven you could ever imagine. The little stops to take in the view, the things that have changed from when you saw them last time moving east, adding the cherry on top.

Your busy schedule, hectic really, playing dirty on your liking for the road. Visiting home using a plane felt tedious, the bike calling your name from the garage every time you'd get a taxi to get to the airport. Making you feel restrained, choked by a lifestyle that was simply not fit for you. 

Until you said fuck it. Fuck it as to set your feet on your boss's office and tell him that he had a month to find you a replacement; that you were out. Out for good. Out to never see his little man asshole attitude around your hard work, ever again. Although, with the most respectful and polite phrases you could make use of. Still bold. Still making his jaw drop. 

You had been saving your pennies like a hoarder, living like a broke university student although your good grades had given you honors in your degree and gotten you a very well paid job. Hard work, not brain. Always hard work. 

More to demonstrate than to enjoy at the beginning. Until you entered the university and met people with a less judgemental mentality than those back in town. Then, it was for you; hell, you could do it. You just could do it. So you did and got your job. But unfortunately it didn't marry with the wild creature inside of you, the one that prayed to know the world, to see the bigger picture it contained. 

Going back home wasn't a defeat when the defeat was to stay stuck in something you hated. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to go back to live with your parents, although they had suggested it and told you to save your money for further moves. 

You weren't going to spend it in your first days, that was for sure. Jungkook had offered his spare bedroom for two weeks until he could rent it to another company coworker. The last one had to move back to his hometown to take care of a now long term ill brother, since they lost their parents at a young age. You felt kind of guilty to not spend more time with yours after that and assured yourself that you would. For now, what was living with them were all your belongings. Their garage was full to the brim with all you'd sent from your apartment. Your bike would be with you, resting with your friend's 2016 Sportster Iron 883 dark custom and his housemate's, Taehyung, also customised 2012 Road King red custom. 

As you stopped the roaring engine, in his driveway you observed the two floor house. It looked cozy but had that single guy aura printed somewhere. The folding door to the garage opened just before Hoseok poked his head through the main door and went out, followed by Taehyung. They started greeting you enthusiastically as you entered the house and Jungkook closed the door. 

"I can't believe we're gonna be housemates." said Taehyung with a wiggly attitude that surprised you.

"Well-" you started saying.

"C'mon, hyungs, she's been riding for more than ten hours. We should let her rest." Jungkook offered. 

"Let's get you to the bathroom, love." offered Hobi, taking your backpack off your shoulders, as Jungkook unleashed the ones in your bike, to take them inside. 'Love…' you smiled internally. 

Taehyung was fast to open a beer for you as soon as you stepped inside, while Hobi and Jungkook went upstairs to leave your things. When Jungkook came down straight after, it turned out Hobi was filling the main bathroom's bathtub for you. 

After finishing your beer between quick updates, you noticed he hadn't still come down and decided to go see what he was up to. Opening the door to an oscillating lighting and a low water setting, you saw the whole bathroom lit in candles.

"I thought you would enjoy it." he said, while placing some more and litting them up after.

"Wow, Hobi… This is… wow." you breathed out. All your customary tough attitude seemingly melting along with the wax forming them.

"I'm done." he said after litting the last one while standing. "I'll let you be. The red set of towels is for you." you looked at the hanging towels in the room: grey, black and red. 'Such a cliché from us.' you thought. "Welcome home, Army." he said, kissing your cheek right after, then moved to walk out. Something with his gesture, made you turn around and stop him by the leathers before hugging him from behind. "Yeah… I missed you too…" he let out in almost a whisper before turning around and hugging you back. 

You stayed like that for a bit, before he cleared his throat and softly said "The water is gonna get cold." You saw him smiling as you parted from his body. Your leathers ripping from each other with the warmth of the room and with your nod, he left with a sweet smile.

You closed the door and put your head against it, feeling the moist surface over your skin and you sighed. Your heartbeat had gone wild with it all. Another 'I love you.' stuck in your throat, making it hurt. You would have slammed your head against the wooden surface but decided there was no point. 

Next morning, you woke up with one of the most exorbitant hangovers in history, running straight to the bathroom and throwing up the first meal you had as a baby.  A giggle at the other side of the door, startled you.

"Forgot you didn't drink that much anymore." Jungkook said with a smile.

"I hate you…" you said before another choke let out more of what you thought was already an empty stomach. Another giggle reached your ears.

"I'll get you something for that." he then said before closing the door behind himself. You felt like passing out and sat with your back against the tiles. Your head was spinning and the light from the ceiling was practically blinding you.

"Fuck me…" you cussed.

"Do you need help?" you heard Taehyung on the other side, concerned. 

“It’s okay, love. Just-” another choke and the door swung open with him coming over to hold your hair.

“This is why I don’t drink.” he then muttered, rubbing your back in circles.

“This is why, I, don’t drink.” you replied. When he was sure nothing else was coming out, he flushed the toilet and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then wet a cloth and placed it on your nape, fresh and awakening.

Going down to the living area, you saw the panorama. Hobi was sound asleep in the darkness behind the french door that separated the living room from the kitchen. Still, you got a glimpse of his naked torso as he hugged the blanket that was supposed to be covering him but didn’t feel right looking anywhere lower. Although you were tempted. 

“If you look at him like that you’ll wake him.” suggested Taehyung taking a sip of his cocoa, hiding a smile. 

“Uh?” you wondered, turning around distractedly. 

“Are you still whipped for him?” wondered  Jungkook calmly, while taking a sip of orange juice before biting into a butter and marmalade toast. You gulped air looking away with squinted eyes. “She is.” he chuckled. You felt nauseated.

“Shut up.” you hissed to him. 

You had  time to drink Jungkook’s hangover Americano, the most watery double shot coffee in the world with two pills of vitamin B and zinc, shove down an ibuprofen and eat a Croque Madame before Hobi was up. Opening the double door with his eyes still closed and still in underwear, he walked inside the kitchen. Your eyes darted down, involuntary, and you turned your seat towards the aisle again, giving your back to him. His mast was standing and Taehyung gave you a look before pronouncing himself. 

“Hobi-hyung. You are naked.” with the most stern face he could make use of and even though aware of that fact you almost choked on air, huffing.

“Fuck.” you heard him say before his steps led him back to the living room. He didn’t put on the Saint Laurent black T-shirt that was wearing the day before but only the trousers. Entering the kitchen, you saw Jungkook’s smirk before he shook his head. “What?” wondered the man in question, grabbing a water bottle as your eyes traveled down his back to his well defined peaches. Instinctively, you bit your lower lip. 

“SO.” said Taehyung very loudly all of a sudden, making him turn around immediately. You got caught. You were fast to look away but he still got the whole glance of it; the lip tucked between your teeth, your eyes on the low of his back. You wanted to smack Taehyung, who surely had done it on purpose. "Are we doing something today?"

"I thought it'd be great to ride the seaside road, all along the coast. The sea is looking beautiful these days with all those gigantic clouds, so I wanted to take some shots." announced Jungkook, serving Hobi an Americano. 

"Woah, sounds great!" replied Hobi with a hearted smile but then dropped it to look at you. "Do you feel like it? After yesterday's journey?" 'Maybe he didn't notice you checking him out… maybe…' you thought.

"I was born to be on top of a bike, Hope. I'd love to." you told him with a wide smile that was replied with his.

"So, who is taking me?" he wondered, looking at the pair at opposite sides of the aisle. They looked at each other and raised a brow before looking at him.

"Only chicks at the back, sorry." both pronounced in perfect sync. He looked at them with parted lips in surprise. 

"Wait, then how-Oh." he looked at you before going slightly shy.  You looked at the pair, who winked at you before Hobi looked at them again. 

"You can get closer, Hobi. It's safer." you told him when he held onto you over the bike, pulling his hands to make him advance on the seat and putting them around your waist. The warmth  of his body against yours, noticeable even through the leathers and you blushed slightly at the sensation. You felt a slight shake coming from him but when you tilted your head to look at him, he only smiled in approval, gently. Showing off his dimples. You turned around flustered, then heard the roar of the starting engine from Jungkook's bike, soon to be followed by yours and Tae's. "Don't do any sudden moves, stay close." you advised Hobi, one more time before pulling behind Jungkook.

The view, as you left the town's premises, was truly a miracle. The high grey clouds over the sea drawing a spectacle on the waves. A storm was meant to hit the shore some time during the evening. To you, it was probably going to hit just in time for you to go back to Jungkook's place. He was precise like that, even with the weather, as if things waited to happen for when he was done doing what he wanted to do. 

At the highest part of the road, on a cliff, Jungkook signaled to stop and it wasn't until you took off your helmet that Hobi moved. 

His face during the ride, through your rear view mirrors was of absolute bliss. He would look at the horizon with peace written all over his demeanor and give you slight looks through the reflecting surface that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't want the moment to end. On top of the bike, sharing your freedom with him and seeing him respond the same way you did the first time you got on a bike, made your heart swell with love. It was one of the most intimate moments you had ever had with anyone. There, the problems disappeared and the rest of the world, on top of those two wheels, seemed to do so too. It was only you and him, the warmth of his body against yours and the fresh air filling your lungs at every breath. 

He seemed to hesitate to get down until you turned and told him that he could do so. Then he offered you his hand to get down, a gesture that you appreciated but also felt a devilish need to mock, until Taehyung pointed out that if he wasn't interested in rubbing your ass with it, he better put it away immediately.

"You bikers are ruthless." Hobi pointed out as you went down and put two hands on his back, you pushed him towards the spot where Jungkook had started his professional camera and was very focused taking different angles of the same image. You hugged Hoseok from the back this time, distractedly, but your heart started to speed up to it, betraying you at the throat. If someone asked you a question you were sure you wouldn't be able to spill a word. When Taehyung approached he gave you a naughty smile that Hobi missed, so amazed by the view you could have sworn you felt him shiver. "The storm is gonna be huge." you heard Hoseok say. "The wind is low but look there." he pointed towards a spot underneath the clouds in the distance. Rain, so much it looked like fog. 

"I know." said Jungkook. "That's why I wanted to make the trip. I want to capture it till the last minute when we are back." he pointed to the Go-pro at the side of his helmet.

"Dude, we are going to get soaked." pointed out Taehyung, caught off guard, leaning over to get a look of his friend past the two of you.

"We won't. Trust me." said Jungkook, calmly. "Let's get back to the wheels." he then added.

You let go of Hobi and went towards your bike obediently, knowing that it was probably the safest choice if you didn't want to mess up time and end up wet to the bones. But he stayed behind as you mounted the bikes. His slender figure, looking like a lost soul with the clouds at the other side. You took your phone out of the inner pocket of your jacket and took a picture of him from that perspective. 

Suddenly, Jungkook got to your side, camera in hand and passed it to you to take the picture again. Once you gave it back to him, he walked towards Hobi and started taking pics of him like a paparazzi until he made him laugh. Hoseok slapped his shoulder between giggles and then Jungkook approached to tell him something in the ear that made Hobi blush and laugh nervously, moving away. 

The next stop was at a little restaurant in the town ahead, to pick up the best cheesecake in the region. Four little cardboard boxes with triangles of cake inside, that were put on Taehyung's bike side bags before you took the road again. Jungkook stopped a few more times, having other spots to take pictures from that side of the road. 

On the last stop you asked Jungkook if you'd have time to stop for some groceries. Since you just moved in, there was stuff that you needed. Before taking that decision you looked at Hobi.

"We meant it. Only chicks at the back." Jungkook said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes before turning on the engine to advance and gain some time before the storm. You saw them giggle through the right rear-view mirror.

At the grocery store you were thankful there was an area under the roof for bikes where you could park it. You didn't trust the storm to be gentle or give any more warnings.

Hobi stretched a bit as you walked into the practically empty store with the last minute customers rushing through. The contagious frenzy took over you two making you go faster too.

"Let's hurry. I'll pick up half of it. What do you need?" offered Hobi making you stop in the middle of the store. 

"I need avocados, not too mature. Oatmeal, wholegrain snacks, bananas and red apples." you rushed. "Oohohoh rice milk too please!" you shouted when he moved fast towards the other side. 

"Ok!" he shouted back, and you rushed for toiletries. Pads, tampons, razors, cleaning foam, makeup wipes… condoms. You stopped in front of them, thought about Hobi and picked a package without thinking. Less, that he would actually be seeing them. 

He did. You were putting the items on the conveyor belt when he came with the rest and as he placed them his eyes darted towards the packaging. His face changed from his bubbly normal self to a completely unreadable demeanor. He passed behind you to help you get the items at the back.

"Taehyung uses an XL, if you want to change them." he said without looking at you. His tone was irritated, you knew him too well to miss that detail. You got red at the neck, mostly with frustration. 'What the hell even made him think that?' you thought. You ignored him and kept putting items on the bags. 

After paying, when you walked with him carrying your bags, you observed closer. He helped you get the items arranged in your side bags, condoms getting on the bag at his side, jaw clenching, making you finally realise what was going through his mind. He was jealous. You got mixed emotions from it but your body went from the south one. You clenched around nothing. He wanted you. Better said, in his brain, he felt like you were something his.

"They are for you. Idiot." you mouthed out making him raise his eyes from where he'd put them. You looked away, folding the bag to put it on top of your stuff before closing the luggage at your side. He seemed to click and rushed to close his. Then when he sat down behind you he pulled you suddenly so close to his body that you whimpered. His whole energy felt different. Sexual, in the way his hard on was pressed tightly on your rear. Dominant, in how passessive his grip was. As if he was going to flip the top right there and fuck you over your bike. You felt your need drip down through your slit to the lacy fabric of your good-to-go underwear. His ragged breath, against your nape, eliciting goosebumps all over your body. You had never seen that fierce side of Hoseok but you were totally in for it.

You had been there, just sitting, so lost in each other's presence that the storm caught you at the parallel of Jungkook's neighborhood. At his house, both men inside rushed through the open garage to help you in and close it immediately. The leathers and helmets had done nothing to avoid you from getting soaked and you two only took off your shoes and socks before you were suggested to use the bathrooms to shower and get warm before catching a cold. 

You didn't hesitate, you ran upstairs. Only that Hobi did too and pulled you with him inside the bathroom when you hesitated. Giggles could be heard downstairs before he closed the door behind himself, lips pressed against yours way softer than how he'd pushed you against it. His taste intoxicated you, making you want to deepen the kiss but he only pulled away panting to take off his clothes, eyes on you with a mix of emotions bubbling through the surface but the way it pierced under your belly, talked about desire and you mimicked his nakedness just as fast. 

But as rapidly as he had been with all his clothes, he took his damn time before freeing his shaft, making sure you had the full sight of it. You gasped involuntarily, before you tried to remove your underwear. He tsked a no-no and approached pressing his hard on over your tummy, twitching at the contact. You squirmed, internally screaming, hands trying to find support at his nape for your unstable knees. He put his hand at the low of your back pulling your body closer to his, almost printing his shape on your skin, making sure to breathe on your throat as he unclasped your bra. Your skin crawled underneath, breath failing on your throat, making you moan in need; in a way you had never expressed before. Then his hands traveled down your back and he put both his hands underneath the fabric of your panties, on your peaches, squishing, parting them, with a small growl at the back of his throat. 

He then slid the soft clothing to your sides and pushed it down your thighs to the floor. Kissing the flesh on his way, grabbing your ass again and nibbling your hip bone at the right making you mewl and let your head fall backwards. He then stood, taking possession of your mouth while embracing you tightly and leading you towards the shower with his body. There he kept with the sweet kisses. The contrast in his doings, driving you insane. 

A sudden change of intensity in it, making your walls clench and for you to lose your pace. He chuckled against your lips absorbing your erratic breath. 

"I know exactly what you need, baby." he pronounced against your lips. "Unfortunately, we've left the condoms on your bike." he said with a smirk. Completely separating from you and getting under the water, hands cleaning his torso. Member still hard.

"You better finish what you started, Hobi, I swear to God…" you demanded, frustrated and needy. His right hand landed on your throat as he pined you softly towards the tiles. 

"It's your pussy, baby. If you want it in-" he then pulled up one of your thighs at his waist and, squatting a little, aligned with your slick and pushed into his half, silencing your cry with his mouth. Then spoke against it. "You'll get it in." he licked your lower lip and introduced his tongue in your mouth, drawing your palate before pulling out. "But when you want me in…" he whispered in your ear before his hand moved from your throat to your mouth and he pulled out your wet depths to push himself fully in. He growled, chest vibrating against yours. "Fuck… I love how you feel around me…" he grunted against your throat, trying to keep himself in line. You understood, your walls were truly tight against him. His sudden intrusion giving no time to adjust although your wetness, provoking a slight sting as he moved. "But when I'm with you like this. You'll call me daddy and you don't… demand. Understood?" He had clearly made his point firm and you only nodded. "Good girl…" he whispered and bit your earlobe. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?"

"Yess…" you breathed out. "Yes, daddy." you corrected yourself, completely drawn in his hypnotic eyes as he moved to look at you after getting the first weak answer.

"Great…" he whispered, getting close to your lips, making you close your eyes instinctively. "Because I've been crazy for you for years and trust me that, he'd be hurt if you decided to separate them…" he spoke, referring to the parts of your bodies that were connected, making you open your eyes and giggle. He smiled sweetly at you in contrast, getting out of character. 

"Are you trying to brush off that you just confessed?" you asked him with a smile, pulling him for a slow longing kiss. The sort of sigh mixed with his breathing he let out, gave in to how much he had really wanted to be like this with you. How he loved you and longed for you. When you separated something seemed to change in his eyes, love to lust in one second. He pulled your wrist towards the tiles behind at the sides of your head, slowly and gently at first.

"I thought I told you to call me daddy." He then pulled out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, deep; owning it. The low cry escaping you as he did, made him twitch. You knew he was too turned on.

"Have you been practicing all this duality thing, daddy?" you asked, daring, once you caught your breath. That earned you another pounding, softer this time and you started to acknowledge his shape with your lower body. It felt good. He felt good. His body against yours, the abs against your tummy, his hips. How he filled you. "Trying to please me… daddy?" you dared again. He didn't move but stared at your eyes, swallowing you in his.

"Thing is, Army, that I know how to please you… We are best friends…" he moved to whisper in your ear. "I know what turns you on since you started to get turned on." Your skin prickled in goosebumps to his words. "See." he said, lowering a hand from your wrist tracing over the bothered skin before he grabbed it again and started to move inside of you. So molded, so well placed he seemed to just know how your body was made. His grunts against your neck made your breath impossible to catch. His whole energy, his whole existence, exuded something that was overwhelmingly fantastic. The orgasm, just by how long you had wanted to be underneath him, built quick and exploded just as such. Catching your breath in your throat in a high pitched moan that turned into cries as he started fucking you through it at a dangerous pace. Hips slamming against yours, sounding through the bathroom with your voices. 

When the second was about to hit you, he covered your mouth, holding your wrists above your head with only one hand. As it hit you, you felt him spill, and the kink you had over that, only intensified the orgasm, making you cry even louder. His grunts, everything, made your brain go insane. 

After getting out of the shower, he offered to give you a massage and was very concerned about whether you were comfortable walking or if he had hurt you in any way.

"I got a bit carried away, love." he confessed, hugging you. "I should have been more romantic in our first time…"

"So you plan on repeating then?" you replied, cheekily, catching him by surprise. He seemed taken back.

"Won't you?" his previous smile had faded into a cloudy expresion.

"Hobi." you snapped him out of it.

"Hm?" he tried to smile.

"I love you too." you told him, grabbing his face to kiss him gently. The hug that proceeded was full of hope.

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

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Thanking @bangtanscotyeondan for the beta work 💜

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LE BEAU GARÇON

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Paris hotel room

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1769

⚠️warnings: explicit smut

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Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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Only the candles illuminate the room as you take in the view of Paris from the window. At night time, the dim lights that fill up the streets and bring that romantic air all around the city make it look even more breathtaking, giving you a hint of why Taehyung loves it so much.

Without too much thought, you draw a heart on the window and write his name in Hangul plus yours, shaking your head to clear its silliness before finishing your glass of red wine. Not knowing how to feel, you take the snuffer and start extinguishing the candles. It’s not that it bothers you that he’s still out because at the end of the day, it was you who told him to enjoy his night after the show and left, although he asked you to stay for a little bit longer. But jet-lag was being bad on you since you had no sleep on the plane and couldn’t adjust to the clock difference. 

You had napped for four hours and woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. The silly thought of him coming back, all hyped from meeting people at any moment, made you fill up the room with candles and prepare the heated soaking tub. Only to end up drinking half a bottle of wine on your own as you look through the window like a lovesick Juliette, waiting for Romeo to serenade her. 

This made you feel very stupid. 

After the last candle, you go brush your teeth and settle for bed again, drifting to sleep easily with the help of Dyonisius to Morpheos’ arms. It is when you are  about to dream that you feel warmth on your back and wet lips on your jawline. You suddenly open your eyes in confusion. 

Taehyung looks at you and as you turn to face him, you can feel the intensity from his eyes, although you're pretty sure he can't see much with the soft light from outside. However, he doesn’t give you much time to think because his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss and you can tell by the taste of old fine whiskey that he’s probably past his tipsy point. Your conscience doesn’t allow you to accept what his hand sliding down your abdomen insinuates he wants to do, so you grab his wrist gently and pull his hands away from your pelvic bone.

“Let’s sober you up, ok?” you mutter lovingly and slip out of bed, pulling him with you. He doesn’t say a single word but doesn’t object either, and lets you guide him to the bathroom where you turn the light on and see his expression. He’s unreadable and looks tired from having partied so much. The beautiful shiny shirt and the leather jacket have been abandoned somewhere in the room or the little living-room area before the suite, and his bare chest is on display. His skin smells like a mix of alcohol, tobacco and a slight sweat that makes his own scent be the predominant thing your brain catches on to. 

He watches you kneel and aim for his belt to unbuckle it, stares meeting the second you unzip his pants. Pulling them down his muscular legs, you look at the front and swallow the moment his hard member springs out. 

Still, you don't give up your goal and  help him out of his pants before standing to guide him to the porcelain clawfoot tub and it’s then he pulls you against him. Out of nowhere, his hard tool presses against your silver silk covered peaches, as he nuzzles on your nape. “Taehyung, just get in the bathtub, please.” you ask him nicely, although he doesn’t seem willing to let you go, at all. But he does and it’s then, as he gets inside and sits that his hand still on yours becomes your curse as he pulls down. You lose your balance and as you fall on top of him, his smirk tells you everything. “You tricked me.” you complain, furrowing your eyebrows, to what he only smiles wider and it makes you let out a giggle. 

Without warning, he pulls you closer to him and aims to get rid of your top without much resistance from you.  “Wait, let me grab the soap.” you tell him,  as he tries to pull your shorts past your ankles. But as you move towards the other end tub, he grabs you by the hips and stays on his knees behind you, stopping your move.

His tip plays with your folds before he grunts and you feel a warm, thick liquid touch them, that you can easily differentiate  from the water. When you tilt your head to look at him, as you stop feeling his thick head, you see him wipe off the transparent liquid from his tip before washing it off from your folds. “I’m sorry.” he apologises nicely, with good boy eyes and you just shake your head with a calm expression. Then he pulls you against his body abruptly, shaft sneaking between the hug of your legs with one arm at your waist and the other above your wet breasts to draw them with his fingers. His lips kiss and nibble at the curve of your neck while he’s caressing every curve to the nipples like a brush over a new canvas. His long fingers elicit moans, before he teases your core by dragging his member through in its position, stimulating you and himself until he can feel the drip falling over his velvety skin. 

Pulling out from the soft cage, the arm at your hip abandons its position, as his hand helps him guide the full tip through your entrance; playing in and out.  Another  drip of your slick helps his movements and he slides in more than he was aiming for, losing it for a second with a growl against your nape. “Take me… Do whatever you want with me…” you mutter, closing  your eyes, feeling all the sensations he’s managed to give you in just a few minutes. His arm meets your hip again and dragging out a bit, he gets back in, saving the last distance to the depths of your core and you both moan at the same time. 

“Ah shibal…” he whispers against your nape before you notice the tightness of his balls against you. “Don’t move, please.” he pleads and you only nod, giving him the time to relax and go control his peak, while  pressing  his lips on your nape. Seconds later,  he chuckles against your skin and kisses it lovingly. “I’m sorry.” he apologises rubbing his nose before he rolls his hips making you close your eyes again. His girth caress your depths so well, it feels like they are made to mould together, so good, you accompany the move.

That little test of control  makes him growl with his mouth closed against your head, boring his eyes on you but you do it again and again, until he moves his hand from your breasts to your throat.   He lets out a groan as he goes deeper inside, telling you who is in charge. “Ok, ok…” you submit to him and he releases the threat to your throat.   Although it had no pressure, whatsoever, it still leaves your skin remembering the touch. 

His hand slides down your sternum,  this time to your right hip, while the other takes the other side and he starts to move very slowly. Although you can’t see his face, you can tell exactly what his features depict and you know he is showing off his dominance this way, too. The brat in you stirs, just enough for you to be willing to just move backwards and fuck yourself with his shaft. But the way you can feel every detail of him in your walls makes you roll your eyes backwards and stay still. 

You hear him chuckle, just a  second before he starts pounding into you, dragging the last inch before his tip touches your cervix, making you have to hold to  the edges of the tub to keep your position. His moves become merciless and you feel the tension in your lower belly turn into electricity the moment he rubs your clit. Making you explode in blinding ecstasy as you moan your high out of your throat. 

Taehyung doesn’t stop there and pulling you against his chest by the hair, he thrusts into you relentlessly, while growling in your ear, biting your neck and shoulder until you whine. Then letting go off your hair, allowing you to bend and recover your breath by slowing down, he orders in a low octave. “C’mon, little brat. Now, you can roll those pretty hips all you want.” 

You do as he says, feeling the after effects inside of you and how even stretched, the rawness of his moves has left your slit sensitive to every new intrusion of his shaft and you can’t avoid whining  a little bit to your every move. Noticing that, he leans over you, “Ok, baby, you can stop.” and with that he pulls off, letting you fall on your butt in the water. Then you turn to see he’s still hard and throbbing, and without too much thought you hold on to his  hip, looking at him in the eye before turning your body to take him in your mouth.

Introducing him as deep as you can, he is the one to grab the edges of the tub to stay steady this time, hissing to control the impel his hips urge to take. To his relief, you bob your head a few times before resting his  tip at the back of your tongue, sucking him while you press him inside your mouth. A low and long, throaty growl outflows him the moment you put one of your hands on his ballsack and caress it. Your other hand takes possession of the log, helping the sucking while you stimulate him. The moment you hear a low cracked moan, your throat prepares for the spill. His taste tickles your buds as the head spits one rope of cum after another, before he pulls out. Then he stares at you, mouth-closed looking at him calmly before you swallow, and his eyes bulge before he smirks. “So mine.”

“Je t’aime.” you pronounce with a love-hooded stare, making him change his expression to mimic yours.

“Je t’aime aussi.” he replies, taking you by surprise with endearment and then he moves to pull you up into a hug. 

“Ouh là là…” you reply, making him sit without letting go of the embrace. “Paris does make things to you, beau garçon.” He chuckles, knowing exactly what you mean.     

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Alfie: Why is there a pentagram on the floor?

Ollie: You told me to satanise the room.

Alfie: No, I said sanitise.

Tommy: *Enters the room*

Alfie: OH NO, IT’S WORKING!

SLEEPOVER

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, In the soop

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1520

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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As the night meets an end the girls say their goodnights before retiring to their bedrooms in the assigned side of the house but the guys stay just a few minutes longer before doing the same in theirs. They tease Jungkook, who blushes and adopts a deer-like attitude towards them all the way until they leave, then sprawls on the couch with a sigh and lets his head fall backwards.

You still can’t believe how you lost that game and ended up having to take one of the sofas as your residence for the rest of the filming, but what is even more surprising, and totally out of character for him, is Jungkook losing too: it's simply difficult to believe. 

"Kookie, move, I wanna put this on the floor." He tilts his head to look at you pulling the other sofa's grey cushions and placing them on the floor like a bed. He immediately copies, having the sofa he was in just a moment before as a headboard for both improvised beds.

"Looks better this way." he says as he picks a bedding from under the TV furniture and passes you a set and since you already have your pyjamas on from the late night game, you only lay down to go to sleep. 

After a few minutes of lying there with only the moonlight illuminating the room, and having heard the cameras go off with a common bleep, you pull the pillow closer to your neck while lying on your side, opening your eyes, unable to sleep. Jungkook shifts too, facing you, eyes set on your demeanour in absolute silence while yours drift to his throat and the way the muscles of his chest press against the fabric of his shirt and your breath falters. 

"Ami…" he says in a low octave that sets your fluff on end and has you rolling on your back immediately. You tilt your head again to look at his serious expression, his breath slightly accelerated, showing his intentions in the way his stare is almost predatory, completely opposing the attitude he had before the red LEDs went off. 

In response, you pull up the blanket and look at the ceiling while spreading your legs slowly. He takes no time at all to accept the invitation, crawling to your side and sliding his legs between yours inside the deep grey textile and leans half his body over yours. He holds his upper weight on his forearms and although his black sweatpants have been hiding his commando situation, when he sways on them a little bit to get a comfortable position, the free shaft pressing against your core gives you the hint and it makes your skin crawl in anticipation. 

“Are you comfortable?” he wonders aloud pressing his forehead against yours and you mutter a yes, in love with how his breath caresses the bare skin of your face. 

You want him to move: you want him to discover you are also not wearing anything underneath the really oversized black T-shirt and the purple striped pyjama shorts. But he just stays there, letting his upper body lean carefully over yours in a hug that makes your heart swell and your whole body memorise the sensation of his big frame against it. 

Leaning backwards to let you breathe, he looks at you warmly and rubs his nose against yours while his tattooed hand slides down, resting his weight completely on the opposite elbow. His fingers taunt the edge of your tee and slide up inside of it at the same time his lips fall over yours inviting you calmly and soft. His eyes bulge when his digits edge to your breasts, where the fabric and metallic peace of your bra should be but only finds the soft skin under them. He lets out a low grunt pressing his lips against yours and squinting his eyes the moment he grinds against you after putting his hand over your breast. The way you gasp, opening your mouth, becomes his chance to deepen the kiss and his lovely lips make yours tuck to the same pace he grasps one; giving you a second to breathe the moment his hand shifts to the other.

The kiss intensifies further, with the intrusion of his tongue against your palate pulling you impossibly close, when his hand goes down to grab your ass underneath your shorts and realises the lack of fabric there too. The dry thrusting that follows has both of you moaning low against each other’s mouths. Your whole being responds so wildly to him that the moment he tugs your lower lip, and his hips press against your nub again, your slick dampens the thin layer.

"Fuck…" Jungkook whispers, still holding you between his teeth. "I'm sorry…" he apologises, confusing you. 

In one quick set of movements he pulls down his waist band to free himself and pulls the striped and wet middle of your shorts, immediately pushing himself in. Desperation and need, playing both sides, when he pushes himself in fully and you are able to take it although there’s a sharp sting coming from the pressure of your walls against his thickness. 

He contains with his lips, the cry that rips through you due to his sudden action, his own breath failing as he squishes his lids together. The way he moves next and keeps on mouthing you, speaks for the fact he’s been wanting you and getting riled up by your games, for a long time. 

He moves energetically holding you in place by the waist with his Army hand and, although the other forearm keeps holding his weight, from sternum down all his body is against yours. You doubt you’ll ever be able to forget the sensation it provokes, making you feel a part of his whole, completely and deliciously connected. 

The increasing pace becomes so relentless you want to scream but the fear of anyone in the house making their way back to the living room keeps your throat in hurtful contention. Your hips accompany his pace, one of your hands over a buttcheek while the other stays tangled in his hair. Muffled moans resound at the back of your nose as your only escape route; his grunts, almost growls, also lowered to the minimum. 

His hips suddenly describe a new angle and it sounds on you as he hits the spot, making him pull his reddish lips away from yours for a second to ask you to be quiet and then covers your mouth with his multi-skill hand to keep going with the pace, mercilessly. 

Just a few, very calculated pushes later, the orgasm rips through, making tears run down the sides of your eyes and as he keeps thrusting through your height. It’s then you both hear one of the doors at the first floor slide and like a spring he pulls out and stands, leading you outside in a rush to hide behind a porch pillar at the side of the sliding window, out of sight. 

You first are taken back by it, thinking of how much easier it would have been to just move inside your respective bed’s blankets. But then, with his hand still in your mouth to keep you silent, he pushes your chest against the pillar and helping himself with the free hand, he guides himself inside of you. 

His head burying on the crook of your neck as he grunts lowly only adds to the excitement of being discovered, which  starts to build a second orgasm. The rush of his pace the moment you hear Taehyung whisper Jungkook’s name calling for him and then see light illuminating from the window, makes you cum at the exact moment he drowns his grunts against your skin. The same moment you hear Taehyung's strong steps against the wooden floor approaching the window. 

Putting your clothes together the same moment Taehyung steps out and says his name a little bit louder; Jungkook turns you, winks at you and puts a finger over his lips. “Boo!” he says loud enough to startle Taehyung, stepping out from behind the pillar and you poke your head with a mischievous smile. 

“Oh my god! Guys you scared me!” says the affected one aiming to pinch Jungkook’s nipples, making him giggle. “I heard sounds from the living room and I see I wasn’t mistaken… You guys are playing games without me.” He pouts and frowns, feigning to be offended. 

“It was a one on one game, Taehyung.” Jungkook replies looking at you with his rabbit smile but mischievous eyes. “But we can play something all together now if you can’t sleep.” he suggests, looking at his hyung. 

“We could stargaze.” Taehyung speaks enthusiastically, letting out air with a long ‘ah’. “The night is chill but the sky is so bright.” he says, giving you both a boxy smile that shines just as much and you both nod, endeared by his pure attitude. 

Then while Tehyung leads the way to the sunbeds, Jungkook rubs your hand and kisses you in the head before walking next to him.  

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this Namjooning 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

I want to thank @ffion451 , @abitjess and IzabellePark for doing the beta for this work 💜

Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.

And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'

Both are beautiful forms of writing.