You And Connies Bad Ass Baby

you and connies bad ass baby

Affectionate nicknames and characters of the "Baki the grappler"

Baki:

The young man adheres more to the classics, such as "dear, sweet, sunny", but sometimes unusual ones such as "bead" or "fox cub" slip through.

Hanayama:

He definitely prefers the classics and deviates from them minimally. So "sweetheart, darling, darling" is all about you.

Katsumi:

Many, MANY unusual nicknames. And they depend on the situation you are in. But the most frequently used by him are "hamster, button, raccoon".

Jack:

He also prefers the classics, but sometimes tends to make fun of height. That's why you're a "baby, a puny, a rabbit" for him.

Retsu:

Mmm... It's difficult here, it depends on the mood. But definitely the answer is a preference for something classical, sometimes deviates into literature. "My lady, tulip, nymph," it's about you.

Shibukawa:

Classic. Definitely a classic. But sometimes he can tease for his character. So he will call you "imp, demoness" sometimes "cherry".

Yujiro:

But he doesn't really want to think about this topic. So he most often addresses you by your first name. But sometimes he slips into something like "dear" or "sweet".

Doppo:

He is a lover of idealizing and elevating his partner. That's why you're the queen for him," "my everything" and a lot of similar nicknames.

Tokugawa:

CLASSIC. LOTS OF CLASSICS. "Sweetheart, darling, darling" are the most frequently used. Sometimes he calls you "goldie."

Oliva:

Another lover of praising and exalting you. But at the same time, he remains a gentleman to all. Therefore, you can often hear words like "dear, sweet, queen, beloved, my happiness" addressed to you.

Katou:

Mmmm... Most often, it's something obscene and obscene, like "baby, darling", but there are also moments when he calls you the sun" or "sweetheart".

Jun:

He is extremely affectionate with you. And he will never allow himself to treat you rudely and cheekily. For him, you are "a princess, a doll, a ray of sunshine, my soul."

Chuharu:

Also not a lot of swagger, but it has limits. Besides, he only behaves like that in public, in private he can even be too sweet. "Sunshine, darling, darling, the light of my eyes " is about you.

Affectionate nicknames and characters of the "Baki the grappler"

Baki:

The young man adheres more to the classics, such as "dear, sweet, sunny", but sometimes unusual ones such as "bead" or "fox cub" slip through.

Hanayama:

He definitely prefers the classics and deviates from them minimally. So "sweetheart, darling, darling" is all about you.

Katsumi:

Many, MANY unusual nicknames. And they depend on the situation you are in. But the most frequently used by him are "hamster, button, raccoon".

Jack:

He also prefers the classics, but sometimes tends to make fun of height. That's why you're a "baby, a puny, a rabbit" for him.

Retsu:

Mmm... It's difficult here, it depends on the mood. But definitely the answer is a preference for something classical, sometimes deviates into literature. "My lady, tulip, nymph," it's about you.

Shibukawa:

Classic. Definitely a classic. But sometimes he can tease for his character. So he will call you "imp, demoness" sometimes "cherry".

Yujiro:

But he doesn't really want to think about this topic. So he most often addresses you by your first name. But sometimes he slips into something like "dear" or "sweet".

Doppo:

He is a lover of idealizing and elevating his partner. That's why you're the queen for him," "my everything" and a lot of similar nicknames.

Tokugawa:

CLASSIC. LOTS OF CLASSICS. "Sweetheart, darling, darling" are the most frequently used. Sometimes he calls you "goldie."

Oliva:

Another lover of praising and exalting you. But at the same time, he remains a gentleman to all. Therefore, you can often hear words like "dear, sweet, queen, beloved, my happiness" addressed to you.

Katou:

Mmmm... Most often, it's something obscene and obscene, like "baby, darling", but there are also moments when he calls you the sun" or "sweetheart".

Jun:

He is extremely affectionate with you. And he will never allow himself to treat you rudely and cheekily. For him, you are "a princess, a doll, a ray of sunshine, my soul."

Chuharu:

Also not a lot of swagger, but it has limits. Besides, he only behaves like that in public, in private he can even be too sweet. "Sunshine, darling, darling, the light of my eyes " is about you.

7 positions | OT7 (18+)

CHAPTER ONE : JUNGKOOK

♡♡♡chapters: *prologue* // one // two // three // four // five // six // seven //♡♡♡

☽series☽

❥ pairing: OT7!BTS X black!reader

❥ genre: roommates AU, university AU, fraternity AU, angst, smut, fluff

❥ summary: After finally finding a cheap enough roommate ad for the university you’ve been attending online, you’re able to transfer to South Korea for in person classes. You did not expect to be rooming with 7 fuckboys...

❥ !!warnings!!: none

❥other warnings: mild smut, mentions of sex and a big pee pee, tiddy sucking, somewhat switch Jungkook, alcohol, Jungkook’s obsessed with your piercings😗

❥notice: Predetermined Character Appearance: Reader has ear piercings and nipple piercings.

❥ word count: 7.4k

-author’s note: This is my first OT7 anything on this blog so I hope you enjoy this series!!!!!!!🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

-***This first chapter is long because I wanted to introduce characters and more on reader’s situation and shit like that but the rest of the chapters are definitely NOT going to be this long.

-The first two “smuts” are going to be mild for a reason 🏃🏽‍♀️.

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“So no one was going to tell me that we’re almost out of food?” Yoongi seriously questions as he walks back from the kitchen and into the living room with a bowl of cereal. He’s not even dressed for class yet, while you and the others already are or are getting ready. With being here for a month, you’ve noticed he still manages to pull it off no matter how late he wakes up.

“We still have cupboards full of food,” Jungkook says from beside you on the couch, texting on his phone.

“Yeah, but we should definitely go grocery shopping soon. Plus, I want ________ to cook again, so we need ingredients,” Yoongi says, and you feel your face heat up. You’ve cooked alone twice so far, and him and the others have shown such a liking to how good you are at making their traditional food. It makes you shy although you are far from that.

“Well, we could try to shop for some after classes, but you do know we’re having a party tonight?” Hoseok asks as he gets up next to you, and you take that as your cue to stand, too, when you see Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung coming down the stairs fully dressed. “We need to get food for that first.”

“Aish, fine. It can wait til tomorrow,” Yoongi waves it off and walks off to be the last to get ready.

“How did you sleep?” Someone asks, and you look up to see Jimin gazing over at you with a smirk on his face. He was so annoying— “Sorry, if we were too loud,” he adds with a wink. Annoying and flirty.

“You and everyone else in this apartment is always loud,” you roll your eyes, and Taehyung moves over to you to hug you around your waist from the back. He does it every morning.

“You know...” by his teasing tone, you’re sure he’s about to get on your nerves. “You could invite girls over, too—oof!”

You elbow him in the stomach, and his grip loosens as he goes to rub over his minor injury. “What did I say about touching me?” You groan.

He recovers from your petty hit quickly, answering you with a smirk... You hated when they all did those smug ass faces. “You said that I could touch you whenever I—ow!”

You elbow him again. “I’m walking to campus alone, bye.”

You don’t even bother to wait for any of their reactions, grabbing your bag from the floor and leaving the apartment. You literally just woke up from an one hour sleep because of their damn sex adventures going on all night and every night; You aren’t in the mood right now.

“By now, I would think that you would’ve moved out,” Namjoon says once he catches up with you as you’re leaving the complex.

“If someone hadn’t lied on the ad, I would definitely not even be here,” you roll your eyes at him. “But something tells me that I would’ve just ended up rooming with as many girls who were dick crazy over all of you, so I don’t even know which option is worse.”

Namjoon laughs, his eyes smiling behind his glasses. At least he has them on today. Whenever he doesn’t, he actually looks like the fuckboy he is besides the nerdy persona. “Well, you’re still here after a month, so I’m guessing it’s not too bad, hm?”

“Whatever,” you grumble. You get even more annoyed when you see that girls are already standing near the campus’ entrance and swooning over your roommate. They did this shit every day without fail. You did not want to stick around. “Bye, see you later.”

“See you later, doll face,” Namjoon gives you another dimpled smile as you wave each other off and go in different directions.

“Stupid ass nickname,” you say to yourself and head on about your business.

Classes aren’t as bad today, mainly because you get to see Machi and have lunch with her. You were tired about hearing about that party all day, even from the girls who tried to befriend you in one of your classes to basically use you to get more information or closer to the guys. You barely wanted to attend your first party in a new country, but, honestly, at least you knew the people hosting it. You’re sure nothing but girls are going to be there, but that is much better than partying with a majority of guys. Dudes here were already thinking it was cool enough to touch you or your hair without permission. This was probably going to be the easiest fun experience you will get the chance to have.

“There are going to be other guys there, but it will mainly be girls,” Machi informs you during lunch. “This is one of their fraternity parties, so the only people not invited are the other group.”

“Other group?”

“Monsta X. The other popular male fraternity,” she answers. “You haven’t seen them yet? It’s impossible to miss them.”

“Nope,” you sigh. “And I don’t want to. Everyone is just... making me irritated at the moment. I know I’ve only been here for a month, but my situation has added onto my own annoyance.”

“Well, the party should loosen you up,” she states with a smile. “It’s close to the beginning of the semester for a reason. It gives a little stress relief for everyone. Especially BTS’ parties. I’m sure you’ll have fun if we go together. Might even find someone to get with for the night.”

“I have already lost hope for that. I do not want to hear anyone else call me a chocolate queen.”

You both laugh, and Machi just tells you to text her later since she was positive you were going after she persuaded you to. It was impossible for you to skip it anyways, because someone reminded you about it as soon as you stepped back into the apartment at about two in the afternoon.

“Do you want to come with us to get snacks for the party?” Hoseok questions you when you pass by his room on the way to yours which is right next to it. “We can get stuff you like or are familiar with, too, since you’re still new down here.”

“Huh- Oh! Uhm...” you trail off as the dark haired man raises an eyebrow at you. First of all, you didn’t expect to be expected to attend the party at their fraternity house. Second, you can’t think straight, because the only thing playing in your mind right now is the moans that were coming from his room through your shared wall last night. “...I didn’t really think about going, so...?”

“Really?” He sounds almost offended. “Why not? You’re our roommate, you have to come. Is it short notice? You can take this time to get ready for it.” He scratches the back of his neck. “We were excited to have you there since it would be like a new experience here as well.”

You blink. New experience? He is really not trying to give you an option to skip it? You don’t really have a reason to skip it either. You could bring up how you were tired from your lack of sleep the night before... but Hoseok has been nothing but nice to you, if not always going above and beyond to make you comfortable, especially since you both share one of the bathrooms up here. Maybe...

“Well, I’m kind of tired... but I might be up for it after I take a nap. What time is it?” You ask.

Hoseok’s face lights up, and he cheeses so hard at the possibility of you coming. Now you really wanted to go. He’s so happy. “It’ll start around 8 and end well into the next morning. Probably 4 or 5. So you could show up at midnight and the party would still be live. You should rest while we get things together then. Hopefully you come!”

“Okay.”

“Is there anything you want for the party?”

“Ah, no.”

“Okie! See you there!” He sends another dazzling smile your way and turns down the hallway to descend down the stairs.

Now you had to show up to that party...

After your nap, you wake up before 6 and text Machi that you were going. You shower, shave—just in case you actually give some random some tonight, and style your butterfly locs into a half up, half down do. You dress scantily, too, a short skirt and a lace bralette that left nothing to the imagination. You throw on a black, jean jacket over your exposed shoulders to cover up some skin, but you have a feeling that it is going to come right off anyways. You step into some heeled boots and spray perfume over yourself. After finishing your desired face look, you text your best friend that you’re ready.

Your seven roommates are no where to be seen as you leave the dorm apartment. A lot of the lights are cut off, but the TV is obviously left on for whoever makes it back first so that they won’t have to struggle in the dark. You meet Machi halfway near the campus gates. Both of you make your way to the other side of campus, others dressed the party type not too far behind or in front. The party seems like a big deal...

You’re happy that Machi is dressed bout half naked as you thought she would, because you mainly see girls in flowy dresses or more “covered but cute and a little daring with some cleavage popping out” outfits. Your breasts were barely covered and your ass was damn there hanging out of your skirt. The tall guy standing near the entryway noticed that as soon as you walked into the lively fraternity house. The slap you’d gotten on your left cheek was almost louder than the music.

“Nice ass,” he harasses as you walk by him. He’s cute, but that shit was disrespectful.

“I know,” you spit back at him, roll your eyes, and keep walking next to an oblivious Machi, who seems to be looking for someone in the crowd of dancing people. You already want to go back to the apartment.

“Babygirl!”

You cringe at that name. Seriously...?Taehyung, who you already suspected it was, pulls you out of the crowd and near what looks to be an alcohol station due to all of the different bottles and cups and punch bowl on the counter. “You came!” He hugs you with a cheesy grin.

“Ewww, get off,” you try to push him back, but he gets the upper hand this time, squeezing you and even lifting you up in his arms.

He puts you down with a pout when you struggle too much. “You know you missed me.”

“I saw you this morning, Tae.”

“So? You should be seeing me all the time,” he argues back but then turns his attention to the bar. “You should drink something, because we’re gonna get into some games soon.”

You nod. You should at least try to have fun. You didn’t get all cute for no reason. “Okay. Is there wine?”

“Yep,” he grabs a bottle and a new solo cup. Filling it up halfway, he hands it to you. “We could go find the others, but I’m sure they’re probably getting fucked on by now.”

You sip the tart liquid from your cup and shrug. “I would not put it past them. Or you... because miss over there wants the same thing actually...” You nod your head over to a girl that was staring at you two from across the kitchen-like area. Taehyung does a slick sneak peek and turns back to you. You laugh at his huffy expression. “What? You don’t want her? She’s cute. And has big tiddies.”

“And she tried to trap me,” Taehyung shakes his head, and you laugh even harder. “Not funny, ________. Almost had a heart attack when she said she wanted me to meet her parents.”

“You count that as trapping you?”

“Yes,” he frowns as he pours himself a drink, dark eyebrows moving under his wavy, dirty blonde locks. “Fuck do I look like?”

“True,” you agree, flashbacks of seeing him—and the others—bring various girls into the apartment playing in your head. Neither of them wanted to be tied down or committed to anyone. That was clear as day.

“Are you trying to get in her panties already?” A voice comes from beside you, making your skin jump, and you flick Jimin off at the sight of him.

“Fuck off,” Taehyung did the same middle finger.

You roll your eyes as you give Jimin a welcoming hug, his hand steady resting on your waist when you pull away. The pretty man toothily grins at you. “We’re glad that you came.”

“I guess,” you shrug it off. “You’re all acting like you’re gonna initiate me or something.”

“Maybe we should. You are staying at our place,” Jimin responds.

“No, thanks,” you pat his chest, wishing that you didn’t, because you feel nothing but a muscled peck under his tight, black tee. “The cultish activity in the middle of the night is a no for me.”

“Mmm, don’t act like you don’t like it,” he teases with a swipe of his tongue over his plump lips. Here he go. Again.

There is no doubt that all of your roommates were teases. Their handsome faces and some of the things they would say to you were borderline inappropriate, but Jimin... Jimin gave no fucks about trying to get you. You don’t know if the others are interested in having you like the rest of their one night stands, but you know that Jimin most definitely is. He will tease you any chance he gets. And god forbid you eat something scandalously shaped or white and creamy in front of him. Those dinners were funny but the worst at the same time.

“Anyways... I need a refill.”

Taehyung refills your wine up to full this time, and after a couple of more sips do you then realize that you’d lost Machi.

“Gotta go find someone,” you tell Tae and Jimin and slip into the crowd with your drink.

It’s more crowded than you thought it would be. People can barely move around much. How did anyone actually find being all up on each other fun? Somehow you manage to get through the sea of bodies with your drink still close to full, but now you see why this part of the building is the most packed.

“Oh.”

While the large swarm of students around you are jumping and cheering, there Yoongi and Hoseok are in the middle of it, actually getting twerked on just as Taehyung presumed. By four girls, two each. And they’re catching those back shots, too. People are even throwing money. Interesting.

You swallow some more of your wine as you watch the entertainment, the song No Hands blasting in your ears. You couldn’t lie. The girls were shaking as much ass as they could in those shorts.

Unexpectedly, a hand sets itself on your waist and soft lips press against your right, pierced ear. The waft of sweet cologne lets you know that it’s the youngest of the roommates, Jungkook. “Can you do that?” He asks.

“Don’t be goofy,” you mush his head away but turn to give his chuckling body a hug. He’s warm and soft in the black, unbuttoned dress shirt and leather pants he’s wearing. His bleached hair is pulled back into a ponytail tonight. “Shouldn’t you be catching ass with them?” You question, looking back over to where the other two are grinding and smacking ass cheeks left and right.

“Nah,” he looks almost disinterested in the scene before him. “But I’m about to go see about this game. Are you playing?”

You remember that Taehyung had you drink a little because of the supposed games they were going to be playing. “What kind of game?”

“The basic shit like spin-the-bottle or probably never-have-I-ever,” Jungkook answers. “It’s still fun though.”

It sounds lame, but you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try. “I’ll play. It’s getting kind of hot, though—“ You hand Jungkook your now empty solo cup and pull off your jean jacket. Body heat from all these people has made the temperature rise by a lot. “—Is there anywhere I can put this?”

Blinking up from your chest, he quickly nods, and you just playfully push him after catching him staring. He laughs and leads you through the people and into the next room, throwing your cup away in a trash bin. It’s not as crowded, but when you’re about to hang your jacket next to the pile of other coats on the rocking couch, you feel your phone. And you aren’t about to just leave it sitting in there.

“You have any pockets?” You ask Jungkook, and you both look down at his leather pants. Fake pockets. Great.

“I think Namjoon-hyung has some. He had on regular jeans.”

You follow the youngest out of that area and into another one that looks more like the living room, a gigantic flat screen television mounted on the wall showing a sports game. Only few people seem to be paying attention to it though, because everyone’s standing around the man on the leather couch up against the wall, Namjoon. And by everyone, you mean everyone. The girls are surrounding him like he’s a piece of meat. Now Namjoon’s fine as fuck and is the leader of the fraternity, but damn... All of them are in his face.

“Namjoonie, you have pockets, right?” Jungkook questions without a care to the group of girls, interrupting whatever was going on. Namjoon is relaxed and spread eagle, legs and arms, with two girls up on his sides and even one on his lap. There’s one standing behind him, too, with her hands on his shoulders. The others are loitering around probably hoping to be in the same positions next. So Namjoon got most of the hoes?

“Yeah, why?” He questions back loudly over the music.

“Can you hold my phone while I go play with the others?” You step in, holding out your phone for him to take. The bitch on his lap looks at it as if it’s disgusting.

Rephrase. Namjoon got most of the hoes with attitude problems.

“Sure,” he says, unhooking his arm from around one of the girls and taking your cell from you with his big hand. He tucks it into his jean pocket, hiding it away. You want to slap the hoe on his lap just as a so-so moment for her looking at your shit like that.

“On me, don’t lose my shit, please,” you say. “Or you’re gonna have to buy me a new one.”

“I won’t,” he chuckles with a smirk. Under the dim light of this area, his face looks too structured and good right now. You’re sure his attractive ass is about to get some. “Have fun, doll face.”

You roll your eyes at that annoying nickname and leave with Jungkook, following him to a secluded part of the fraternity house and going down a small set of stairs to walk into what looks to be a huge den. There’s a TV that is connected to gaming consoles, bean bag chairs, a pool table, and a bar. It looks cool.

You spot Jin at the pool table with a group of people as you walk by it, his arms wrapped around a thicker girl as he shows her how to hold the pool stick correctly. She’s pretty.

“This way,” Jungkook says as he guides you around a corner to a bigger group of people that are sitting on a rug. You recognize one of them.

“Machi,” you greet her, walking over to pat her head, happy that you found her even though you were only separated for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, girl,” she says and pulls you down to sit in between her and a guy. “We’re playing spin-the-bottle.”

“Great,” you say, eyeing the empty beer glass in the middle of the carpet.

“Who’s this?” The guy next to you questions. “Is she a new transfer student?”

“Actually, more like my best friend, but that, too,” Machi laughs. “________ , this is San. San, this is ________.”

“Nice to meet you,” San says with a grin and holds out his hand, and you smile a little at the cute dimples in his cheeks. They’re the small kind, like Hoseok’s. And he’s cute.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you shake his hand.

Before San can say anything else, Jungkook squeezes himself between you two and takes a seat. “Yeah, yeah, that’s cute and everything but scoot over.” You nudge at him for being rude, and he just shrugs.

“Who’s turn is it to spin the bottle?” A random chick asks.

“________ should go since she just got here,” San says. Jungkook glares at him as he bends forward, grabs the bottle from the middle of the rug, and reaches over him to hand it to you. You shrug and place it on the floor, spinning it. If it lands on someone random then, oh, well. You aren’t against it. That’s the fun in the game.

However, the bottle slows and doesn’t seem like it’s going to land from across from you. In fact, it looks like it’s gonna end on San or even Jungkook, but it slides past you and lands on your best friend, Machi.

“That took a turn,” the chick that spoke earlier says.

You let out a sigh of relief. That’s better than kissing someone you don’t know. You don’t know why they are looking nervous; You would prefer Machi any day.

Machi is having a laughing fit at how it landed on her, and you’re laughing too just from seeing her hysterical face. “Come on!” She giggles. “Kiss me.”

“I am,” you say with a laugh and pucker your lips, your hands going to hold her face as she does the same to you.

Your lips connect, and you can taste alcohol on her mouth. How she’d gotten some as fast as you did is beyond you, but you don’t question it. The wine had definitely gotten to your system quick enough, because you find yourself falling into the kiss just as much as she is, tongues sliding over one another’s for a quick second, her hands roaming to your bare shoulders.

“Well, damn.”

You and Machi yank away from each other at the deep voice. Of course Taehyung and Jimin are standing there.

“I didn’t know it was a lesbian porn shoot going on down here,” Jimin pushes your back in a child-like manner with his knee as he passes by you to sit on the other side of the circle, people dapping him up.

You wipe you and Machi’s combined lipgloss and lipstick from your mouth and her mouth as much as you can, helping each other. Annoyed, you say, “I wish we were lesbians.”

“That’d be even better,” Jimin responds with a curled lip. You hate his ass.

“That was hot,” San says aloud with a cough. “Ended everyone else’s kisses in the game.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook awkwardly sits up next to you. “We should play something else.”

“Seven minutes in heaven?” Someone else throws out.

“Ooooh, yes,” Taehyung agrees. “We still spin the bottle.”

Many couples later, more than half of them have fucked in the closet during their short intervals of 7 minutes. Jimin even got his dick sucked by the mouthy chick. You don’t even know if you want to get chosen, because you were sure it smelled like sex in there. Unfortunately, your time was to come.

The bottle had landed on Jungkook, and you swore it was going to be so unlikely that you, whom were sitting next to him, was going to get chosen to go into the closet with him. However, the bottle lands on you, barely making it to be a tie between you and Machi.

Seriously? This didn’t even happen to the other ones who spun.

“No funny business,” Jimin teases as he pushes you and Jungkook into the closet together, the group of people giggling and betting on if something would happen. Then, the door shuts. And you’re both engulfed in a mild darkness, a little bit of light seeping in from the crack in the door and illuminating only each other’s outlines.

“So...” The blonde haired man speaks slowly into the musty air of the closet.

“So?” You repeat with a raised eyebrow though he most likely can’t see it. The fuck did he mean by so? If he is indicating for you both to do something...

“Can I see your tits?”

Your mouth drops. “What?”

“Your tits?” He questions. “I noticed that you have piercings...”

Well, no duh. You walk around with them showing. A lot.

“Er... Okay?”

“And I like piercings, cause... ya know... I have a lot in my ears...” he trails off. He does not sound like the big and bad fuckboy the girls in your classes be making him out to be. He sounds almost, shy?

“I have some in my ears, too, so...?” You pucker your lips. What is he even getting at? Yeah, he asked to see them, but for what? They’re just boobs with piercings in them. “Why did you ask? There’s a lot of pornstars with pierced nipples.”

“Uhm... I’ve never seen any in person before, so— I just want to see them,” he answers.

You’re about to explain how he can’t even see if you let him because of the darkness of the closet, but your eyes have adjusted to the light peeking in. You can see the features on his face and the brightness of his locks though not too visible; He would probably still be able to see your boobs.

And all you’re doing is flashing him. What is the harm in showing him? They’re just boobs. And you wore your piercings out a lot because you liked showing them off. Jungkook was asking for you to do the same thing, just without the lace bralette in the way.

“Sure,” you agree with a shrug.

“O-Oh.”

“So what are you gonna do once you see them?” You tease as you reach for your straps, noticing how timid he was making the closet’s atmosphere feel. Is he this shy with all of the girls he brings into the apartment? “Take mental pictures and jerk off to them tonight or something?”

You swear you hear him swallow his answer as you pull down the straps and fold down the cups imbedded in your top, leaving your bare breasts out for him to see. You raise an eyebrow after what feels to be ten seconds. “You done?”

Jungkook’s round eyes are instead glued to your chest, the silver of your piercings flitting in the minimal light in the closet. They’re fucking gorgeous. And cool.

“Okay...” you shake your head at him not answering and go back to pull your top up.

“W-Wait!” Jungkook has your wrists in his hands before you comprehend his little yell. His body is even closer to you now. That perfume of his really is dangerous.“Can... Can I... touch?”

You open your mouth and then close it. Touch? His hands—his huge hands—a tatted hand? On your chest? He’s out of his mind. He must have drunk something before he found you, and it’s just now kicking in. But nonetheless, you tell him:

“I guess so?”

“Yes?” He wants to clarify your consent. Sweet.

“Yes. You can touch.”

You hear him let out a breath as he reaches forward. Though he might not have “experience” with pierced boobs, he has enough of it with non-pierced ones. The way both of his thumbs softly connect with the brown of your sensitive and hard nipples as if they’re the plushest marshmallows ever lets you know that.

He maneuvers his hand so that his thumbs are underneath your breasts and that his pointer and middle fingers roll your pierced nipples between those digits.

“They’re so soft,” he groans, and thank the heavens he does, because you’re sure you’re about to start making noise soon, too. “Pretty nipples,” he further compliments, and you want to smack his hands away because of the jump you feel in your body in the cavity between where his hands are.

“Thanks?” you breathe out, chest falling in his palms.

Your gaze stays on Jungkook’s admiring expression while he grabs your breasts in his big hands and squeezes, a gasp slipping out of you. Jungkook groans in response to your reaction, stepping even closer and pushing himself up against you. You can feel his thickness through the thin leather of his pants prodding at your abdomen. How is he even hard? All you did was show him your boobs.

“I wanna kiss them...” he confesses breathily, thumbs brushing over your erect nipples again.

You swear you can’t breathe.

“Can I?”

“Uhm,” you awkwardly chuckle, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrists. “Don’t you have other tits you can be sucking on at the moment?”

“No,” he pouts. “Well, none that I want to... Please, ________?” Biting his lip with a whine, he softly strokes your breasts. “They’re so pretty...”

You want to give a petty combat or anything that can tell him off, but... he’s literally just begging to suck your nipples. Guys like him obviously wanted to experience a lot, even if it’s something as minor a difference as a pierced tiddy.

“Fine,” you agree with little resistance. “But I hope you know they taste like metal...”

“I don’t mind,” he tilts his head down at you, silky fly-aways from his ponytail falling over his eyes. “I’ve tasted worst.”

You cringe, and he chuckles. “I did not need to know that.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste any time to walk you back closer to the wall in the small closet, your right shoulder brushing against some clothing on hangers. He steps back a little and proceeds to bend down. You don’t know if it’s because of the wine in your system, but your spine arches and your head thumps against the wall at your skin prickling in sensitivity when your roommate presses an open mouthed kiss on top of your right breast.

He teases a couple of more around your areola before you feel a swipe of wetness from his tongue. It glides over your nipple easily but then comes down and repeats the motion up again, back and forth, back and forth. Jungkook flicks the stiff nipple with his tongue over and over, hand holding your boob in place for him. You think you’re strong enough until he wraps his lips around it, suckling it into his mouth.

“Kook~” you softly moan, making sure to keep it down. You wouldn’t put it past the others to be waiting outside the door to hear any noise.

After rolling your piercing with his tongue, your hands grip his shoulders to keep your balance. Please... the thong underneath your skirt is getting wet just from him sucking on your tits. Now you can understand why he has an erection; This is as pleasurable as sex.

You think Jungkook’s reputation is not as people make it out to be, because he looks almost subby with your nipples in his mouth, that he’d begged to happen. But that idea changes when he pulls back to take a breath, his hand juggling and squeezing your breast to play with it.

“These are so sexy, ________...” he groans into the humid air of the closet, breath wafting over your wet chest. “Do you have any other ones like these?”

You want to laugh at what he’s trying to ask. That type of piercing crossed your mind before, but you weren’t that interested in getting one. “Only the ones on my ears. These are the only body ones.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook nods, tugging your abused nipple softly. “You should get a cute little cunt piercing, too,” he suggests, and your body glosses over in goosebumps with how he holds your eyes. “I bet it’d look so hot on you... You’d do it so that I can run my tongue all over it, won’t you?”

You’re a blubbering mess after hearing that shit. Okay. You change your mind. Here’s the motherfucker everyone seems to go crazy over... How does he succeed in saying the filthiest things in such a hot way? You can’t fathom how he’d gone from “let me suck your tiddies please” with doe eyes to “get a clit piercing for me” with a smirk. You also can’t fathom how he’d basically hinted to eating you out.

“No pressure,” he chuckles at your facial expression. It’s close to the same laughs he does when you’re in his room playing video games with him. “I’d still kiss on your love button even if you don’t get one.”

Love button? “Wha...?”

“Your clit,” he clarifies before maneuvering his head and putting his mouth back on your breasts. You’re breathless with how your mind is all jumbled up. Yeah, you find Jungkook attractive, even slick perverted at some times, but where is this coming from? All of a sudden he’s sexually attracted to you? During a game? You don’t know anymore. And you like sex or anything sex related, so you’re all for anything he wants to offer. This just feels so... exhilarating to you because you know it maybe should not be happening.

A banging to the left of you jerks your entire body, but Jungkook keeps your breast in his mouth. “One minute!” You hear Taehyung call from the other side.

No way that it’s been six minutes already. It was getting even better, too.

“Kook-“ you warn by trying to push him off, but he only moans against your chest, not seeming to let up anytime soon. You were not about to have them swing the door open and expose both of you with your whole tiddy in your roommates mouth. “E-Enough.”

Tugging your bar piercing between his teeth as he pulls away, he licks his spit covered lips. “I wasn’t done.”

“Whatever,” you let out a sigh of relief as you yank your top back up over your half dry half damp chest. Your nipples are more prominent through your top than they were before this. Great... You might have to go get your jacket back.

“Wait, please,” Jungkook stops you from leaving the closet earlier than time is up. You don’t know if you’re seeing things because of how dim the closet is or if he’s actually blushing a little bit. “This— uhm...”

You blink.

“Thanks? For letting me suck on your tits?” He says it as if he doesn’t know if that’s what he is supposed to say right now. You roll your eyes. Typical coming from a fuckboy.

“TIMES UP!” The door swings open, and the brighter light of the den makes you squint your eyes.

“Oh, come on, I thought one of them would at least be naked,” Jimin pouts as you step out of the closet first, the crowd of people playing standing around being nosey, too.

“Soooo, anything happen?” Machi asks as you go to stand in front of her, and you shake your head but make a little signal with your hand to let her know later, just not right now in front of all these people.

“BRO!” Taehyung yells deeply. “________! Why does he have a boner?!”

Everyone shifts their eyes between you or Jungkook who’s walking out of the closet with a definite boner. “I don’t know,” you quirk your eyebrows with a shrug.

Machi bursts into laughter as Jimin and Taehyung begin picking on Jungkook along with the group. It’s obvious that you two aren’t sweating or anything serious enough to notice, but something happened. Jungkook dismisses it.

“Bye, you’re making me embarrassed,” he shakes his head with flushed cheeks and says his farewell to the other two youngest though he does not look the slightest bit ashamed. With a little gaze your way as he walks out, you turn your head. You forgot that easily that you really weren’t supposed to do what you did, but it was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced. And who is about to pass up a fine motherfucker begging to kiss on you? No one. It was only a little boob worshipping... So you tell yourself.

You stay for about another thirty minutes of the game before you tell Machi that you don’t want to be in the den anymore or the party. Your mind was focused on your still stinging nipples and damp underwear. She comes up the stairs with you.

“Sooo, this means you’re about to go finish whatever you were doing with Jungkook?” She questions, trying to read you word for word. You cringe.

“It wasn’t like that,” you reassure her. “And I’m not going to see him; I don’t know where he went anyways. No sex was involved, but he wanted to see my piercings, so I was like why not? We were playing a game.”

Your best friend laughs beside you as you both make it past the many people partying and into the room you put your jacket in. “Riiiggghhhtttttt. I’m not forgetting that you’re just as much of a sex addict as them. I would not pass up the opportunity again either.”

You shrug on your jacket after finding it toppled over by other ones. “Maybe... But it wasn’t like we did anything too big.”

“Maybe. But I doubt you’re about to get away from that,” Machi states as she looks around at the sweaty students dancing. “Not even a quick fuck? And he had a boner?! C’mon... you’re definitely on his radar now. And then you’re gonna be on the others’ once they find out. You’re done for, babes.”

You groan, now thinking about your choice in the closet. Jungkook wasn’t going to tell the others right? He couldn’t... If Namjoon found out...

“Want me to walk back with you?” Machi interrupts your thoughts, still smirking at you. You know she’s basking in being right. You hope your decision didn’t fuck anything up.

“You can, but I’m sure if you stay you’ll be able to find at least someone to fuck like you wanted. And it’s only a campus walk. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, okay,” she hugs you, and you hug her back tightly, kissing each other on the cheek. “Better text me later.”

“I will.”

The walk back to the apartment complex wasn’t far. It seemed a little longer since you were thinking about you and Jungkook in the closet. It’s fucking with your brain trying to figure out what was going to happen next. You did not want to just ask him whenever you saw him again. It might complicate shit, and you had no time for it. When you use your key hidden in your heeled boots to unlock the door of the apartment, the TV in the living room is still on, illuminating the space up enough for you to kick off your boots and line them up on the wall with the other shoes. Looking around and heading up the stairs to your own room, no one else seems to be back yet. Good.

When you make it to your room, you’re too pressed to even shower, so you end up falling asleep as soon as you hit your pillow. You awake smelling like alcohol and smoke from the party and Jungkook’s cologne. Yeah, now you need to shower.

To no surprise, someone is still continuing the party til early in the morning. You don’t think it’s Hoseok, since he’s right next to your room and you hear nothing from his door as you walk near it. It’s either Jimin, Namjoon, or Jin. Or all of them. Hell.

You reach over to your bedside table for your phone to see just how early it actually is, but you pretty much freak out when you see it’s not there. You almost scream until you remember that you never brought it home. You’d given it to Namjoon before going to the den at the party... He better still have that shit. Or you’re really gonna scream.

You leave your room with sleepy eyes and approach Namjoon’s door, instantly noticing that the damn noises are coming from his room. The girl was loud, too. Like Namjoon was murdering her.

“Ugh,” you groan. It’s light shining in through the window at the end of the hallway near Jin’s room. They were doing this all night? Hopefully they’re done by time you take this shower. You need your phone.

So you quickly brush your teeth and shower, washing the party and your time with Jungkook off of you, except the hickeys he left all over your brown skin that you’re just now noticing. Your breasts looked assaulted to say the least. After putting on some pajamas since it’s Saturday morning and you aren’t planning on doing shit but sleeping, you walk back to Namjoon’s room. It’s quiet now. They stopped?

You find yourself leaning into the white door to see if you can hear anything, but you jump back quickly when the door pulls open out of no where. You didn’t even hear any movement—

“Oh?”

Your eyes find Namjoon’s, which are hidden behind messy and damp hair. In addition, he’s shirtless and pants-less, a towel wrapped around his lower hips. He must be going to shower. Unfortunately, that towel does not hide the damn print that is staring back at you. In 4K. He has a third leg...

“You need somethin?” He questions all groggy like in English, and your mind is blank as you try to keep your eyes focused on his face and his face only.

“Uhm, uhm...” you can’t speak. Please. You can tell he just got done fucking someone. Hard from what you heard. “Uhhhhmmm... my p-phone... From last night?”

Namjoon crooks his head at you, analyzing your anxiousness. He doesn’t hide the little dopey smirk that grows on his face when he realizes he’s affecting you. “Your phone?” He even leans against the threshold of his room and crosses his bulky arms with a quirk of his eyebrow. His dick is literally swinging in that towel—

“Yes! Yes, my phone,” you tear your eyes from below his waist. “You have it, right?”

“Do I?” The smug look is back. What is it with everyone in the apartment being a tease?

“I would hope so...” you pucker your lips and make a face that Namjoon laughs at. One of his muscular pecks along with the gold chain around his neck jumps with it. You’re now noticing the faint hickeys splayed across his chest. Help.

“Yeah, give me a second, aight?”

You nod, and Namjoon disappears into his room, leaving the door a little too open for your liking. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Why does he have the audacity to... act like that? You’re already still horny from last night with Jungkook and having a quick session to yourself in the shower did not cut it. You did not need to be around anyone with testosterone.

Namjoon appears seconds later with your phone in his hand. “I charged it for you when I got in last night.”

You smile as you take it. It’s in the condition it was in when you gave it to him, too. “Thanks and thanks for not losing it.”

“Mhm,” he responds with the sexy grin still on his face. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You can tell that the offer is open. To anything.

You nod, and with that, you take that as your cue to tell him that you’ll see him later and dip. Your heart was racing by the time you got back to your room.

“There’s no way he’s that big,” you mumble to yourself and get back in the bed, deciding to text your best friend about what happened last night... and the rumor about Namjoon being true. “No way...”

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Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

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yeahhh? i found the picture on pinterest and thought she was cute lol