YEONBIN AS YOUR BOYFRIENDS; ROOMMATES POLY EDITION

YEONBIN AS YOUR BOYFRIENDS; ROOMMATES POLY EDITION

yeonjun x soobin x gender neutral reader

random texts, tweets, and insta posts

established relationship, college au and setting, slight nsfw

schemin’ | myg (m) 02

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

chapter warnings: sexual tension, strong language, y/n inner dialogue, intrusive thoughts, ethically questionable stuff (yoongi suggests something unusual), minors DNI

category: series

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

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a/n: i apologize in advance for the ending of this chapter. the song i had in my head for the mv shoot is escapism. by raye idk? + the warning ‘yoongi suggests something unusual’ is the offer mentioned in the summary !

m.list & concept video

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chapter 2: peeping tom

You inhale deeply as you approach the studio door, your heart racing with nervous excitement. You can hear the soft thumping of music coming from inside and you can see a light of what you assume to be his computer screen through the blurry glass door. You know your boss was in there, working on one of his own tracks.

You hesitate for a moment before finally pushing the door open.

He’s sitting at the mix console, his back to you, completely focused on the music. His long, dark hair tickled his neck and shoulders, and he’s wearing a black suit jacket with a crisp white shirt underneath paired with black slacks.

There’s a flutter in your stomach when you take in his imposing figure.

It dawns on you again. How lucky you are. You vividly remember the week your life changed when you signed to his record label, all those months ago. 7 months ago to be exact.

And now you were here, in his company building, everyday working your ass off to please him.

He had gifted you your own personal studio. You went from recording under the bedsheets in your room to your own professional soundproof recording studio. It made you work even harder to please him.

But Agust is insanely hard to please. He is quite scary too.

He is intimidating, strict and blunt. Time is money. He’s a very busy man. He’d tell you how it is, no sugar coating. If you don’t like it, fuck you type of attitude.

Like during the first few months you didn’t dare leave before 9PM. Whenever you asked him to review one of your harmonies of verses, he’d send it right back with blunt feedback on how to improve it.

You remembered how one time he strutted into your studio and asked you to show him one of the tracks you’d been working on for your debut album. You played the one you thought he would like the most, the one you had spent literal weeks perfecting. But his face was blank the entire time. The bastard didn’t even nod his head to the beat! When you asked him what he thought as soon as the song ended, he just gave a single nod, said it was ‘decent’ and left your studio.

Or that other time when you stood in front of his studio door, asking him how he felt about your album so far, the one he knows you were working on for hours on end everyday. Without even looking up from his phone, he told you about how there was much more work that needed to be done as he closed the door in your face.

This was one of many such instances.

It had you walking on eggshells around him, but you still had to fake your confidence. You couldn’t let Agust D think he picked the wrong person. You were the right person. The perfect person.

You haven’t interacted with him as much as you’d like to, though. As the CEO of the company, he was always drowning in work. You’d be lucky to catch a glimpse of him in the halls.

Other than that, the few meetings you were in with him, the handful of times that you drove past his parked car in the parking lot while he was on the phone, etc.

You had also made it clear that you wanted to be independent. No managers deciding your every move. When you told Agust this, he was once again surprised with your need for control and no care for consequences.

You’d been working for him all this time but you still didn’t know anything more about him than you did 7 months ago. All you know about him is that he’s a busy, intimidating, mysterious man.

That also happened to be hot as fuck.

But that didn’t matter now. Today. Today is finally the day for you to stand up and ask what you’ve been wanting for years, you’ve been ready for years. That’s how you find yourself standing in front of GENIUS LAB.

“Boss,” you say softly as you push your head into his studio, trying to catch his attention by knocking on the door.

He turns his head and looks over his shoulder to glance at you, his mood unreadable as he turns his attention back to his computer. “What?”

Fuck. Maybe you aren’t ready.

You walk into his studio, hands trembling slightly at your sides after you close the door behind you. He isn’t really… the welcoming type. “I’ve been thinking… and I really want to shoot a music video.”

Agust slowly turns his head to look at you again with a raised eyebrow, a look of surprise on his face. He fully turns his chair to face you, showing you he’s intrigued. His thighs are wide apart as he leans into the backrest.

You try your best not to let your eyes trail down to his oh-so-inviting lap.

“Oh? Without even finishing your debut album?”

You swallow. You didn’t really think of that. Is that really how things went? It’s in moments like these that you regret declining his offer to get you a manager.

He snaps you out of your thoughts by speaking again, “Besides, what makes you think you’re ready for a music video?”

Disappointment seeps into your stomach. You had hoped he would be more supportive. “I’ve been ready for over a decade, sir. I’ve been working really hard on this album and it’s almost finished. I think dropping a visual along with my first single is a good idea.”

Agust cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “I see. And have you thought about how you’re going to pay for this music video?”

You bite your lip, embarrassment making heat rise to your cheeks. You hadn’t even thought that far ahead, asking this question was enough of a challenge as is.

Besides… isn’t it his job to pay for stuff like that anyway? Stingy bastard.

You ignore the imaginary angel on your shoulder that’s trying to keep you sane and not drool all over your boss. “I... I haven’t really thought about that yet.”

Agust shakes his head, but you could’ve sworn you caught a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips for a split second. Why did that make him smile?

Because he loves your impulsiveness.

Now it’s time to ignore that demon on your other shoulder, the one that wants nothing more than for you to pounce Agust D.

“Typical. You artists are always so focused on the creative side of things that you forget about the practicalities.”

You frown. What kind of comment is that? Your heart pulses with anger as you take a step closer. You aren’t going to back down. “I’m not just an artist, you know. I do business. I can figure out how to make this work. You signed me for a reason.”

Agust chuckles, the sound low and deep, making your insides tremble. “I know I did. You have the talent and the drive to make it in this industry.“

You can’t help but smile at one of his rare compliments. Despite his gruff exterior, you know he believes in you. “So… Does that mean I can shoot the video?”

He nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on you. His intense stare sets your insides ablaze. “Yes, you can. But you need to start thinking about the logistics. Things don’t just fall out of the sky, you know.” His tongue swipes along his bottom lip before he continues, “I want you to plan a meeting with my production team to discuss the details. I’m not going to baby you throughout this.”

You grin, a rush of excitement burning in your chest and you bow your head to him. “Thank you, boss. I won’t let you down.”

He nods, waving at you dismissively as he turns back to his computer screen. You can’t help but keep the smile on your face as you exit his studio.

You can’t wait to go home and tell your boyfriend.

•••

You sling your bag onto the floor as you kick your shoes off, running into the kitchen. “I have great news!” you squeal as you see your boyfriend, Daniel, washing the dishes.

He looks at you over his shoulder before returning his attention to the soapy cutlery in his hands. “What’s up?”

“I can finally shoot my first music video!” you beam as you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from the back.

“That’s great, babe. I’m happy for you,” he hums, rinsing whatever he was just scrubbing but you can’t seem to ignore the way your heart sinks into your stomach at his lack of excitement.

Daniel was never fond of your music career. Not because he thinks you weren’t talented but because you were so stubborn. You were so blinded by your passion that he had to take you in when you were on the verge of homelessness.

You kept pursuing music, even though it wasn’t heading anywhere. Daniel was really frustrated with you at the time, but took care of you nonetheless.

You understand that he really just wants the best for you but you are now under a big record label. Your music career would take off, you’re sure of it. Well, almost sure of it.

You quietly sigh and press your lips to his shoulder blade in a quick peck before you let go of him and turn away as you head to your shared bedroom.

Why can’t he just be happy for you?

•••

About a week later, you find yourself sitting nervously at the large conference table, surrounded by Agust D’s production team. They are discussing the storyboard for the music video, and you can’t ignore the knot of anxiety in your stomach for much longer as they go over each shot and detail.

You don’t want to seem like a wimp but you really want to back out. The vision they have is way more intimate than you would have liked.

The song is deeply personal to you, about the pain and confusion you felt after getting dumped by the love of your life and falling into a pattern of self-destructive behavior.

You want the music video to reflect those emotions, but you don’t want it to be too explicit or graphic.

The creative director had suggested hiring an actor to act out intimate scenes with you, to reflect the lyrics in which you talk about going home with a stranger to forget about the pain.

Your face heats up with embarrassment at the suggestion, you know you wrote the lyrics yourself but when you’re making music it just… seems so much easier since the world isn’t chiming in at that specific moment. But with a music video, you’re baring it all out for the world to see.

The scene he’s describing is you in a bed with a man holding onto you, gently kissing your neck and roaming your body with his hands. You should speak up before they suggest anything more.

You clear your throat and speak up, “Do you think the bed scene is really necessary?” you ask the director. You glance over at Agust, hoping he would find this as outrageous as you did.

He seems to catch on to your discomfort, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he simply shrugs and says, “Sex sells.”

Your stomach sinks and your chest tightens. You know that was true, but you don’t want to compromise your artistic vision for the sake of a cheap marketing ploy.

The creative director looks slightly taken aback, but he quickly recovers. “I mean, you wrote the song, Y/N. The lyrics are telling a clear story that you want to depict visually. But if you really don’t want to, we can scrap these scenes.”

You take a deep breath and think about what the creative director had said. He’s right – the song wasn’t just about being dumped, but also about the self-destructive behavior that followed.

You had taken a stranger home, felt lost and confused, and you picked up the pen the next morning. If you really want a good music video, explaining that night visually, paired with the lyrics, this way makes the most sense.

As uncomfortable as it makes you feel, you know that these intimate scenes would make sense in the context of the song. You look back at Agust, who was watching you with his usual stoic expression. Everyone is watching you now.

You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you know that he has a good eye for what would make a successful music video. Besides, he finally said yes. You don’t want to be difficult about it. At least not for your first music video.

“Okay,” you say, finally. “I understand. Let’s do it.”

The creative director smiles and nods, relieved that they had reached a decision. They spend the rest of the meeting going over the details of the storyboard, discussing camera angles and lighting.

You try to focus on the practical aspects of the music video, but your mind keeps drifting back to the intimacy they were talking about. A bed scene in which a man was touching and holding you, kissing your neck and shoulders? Explaining this to Daniel was going to be fun.

You wonder who they would cast as the actor, and how you would feel during the shoot. Would it be awkward? Would it be uncomfortable? Would it never make you want to get into a bed with a man again?

You glance over at Agust again, hoping for some reassurance. But he is still as inscrutable as ever, his attention focused on the production team.

You sigh, realizing that you would have to face this challenge on your own.

As the meeting ends and everyone begins to file out of the conference room, Agust catches your eye. His eyes soften for a moment and he gives you a slight nod of encouragement. Your heartbeat quickens.

You know that stepping out of your comfort zone would be difficult, but with Agust’s encouragement, you are ready to face it head on.

•••

A loud groan leaves your throat when you can’t seem to figure out which harmony you like better after recording 42 different attempts. You scratch the back of your ear as you listen to every single one repeatedly but that isn’t any good either.

You transfer everything onto a USB and get out of your chair, heading out of your studio. You walk for a while until you pass by one of the producers’ studios, Kim Namjoon. Namjoon is Agust D’s first recruit and right hand. He is a genius when it comes to music, especially his lyricism. He also has a good ear for vocal arrangements, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask his opinion on your problem.

You raise your fist and knock on his studio door, patiently waiting. Once you’ve been standing there for longer than 10 seconds with no response, you reach for the door handle. You try to open up but it’s locked, making you frown in confusion. You reach for your phone and quickly notice it’s already 9PM.

You hadn’t realized it was already this late and that most of your colleagues have probably already gone home for the day. You quietly sigh as you start heading back to your own studio but not before an idea pops into your head.

There was usually one person who stayed longer than anyone else and that was your boss, the CEO, Agust D. You don’t like asking him for his opinion on your craft because he’s so blunt, it makes you a bit insecure. So, you usually avoid it if you can.

However, you really want to finish this track today.

Just ask him.

You turn on your heels and walk down the corridor, clutching the USB drive as you approach Agust’s studio. Inhaling deeply in anticipation, you push his studio door open quietly.

However, your anticipation quickly turns into surprise when you find your boss not behind his mix console or laptop like he usually was, but lying on the sofa in his studio, seemingly unwell. Concern washes over your face and you approach cautiously, believing he might be in need of assistance.

As you draw closer, you notice Agust’s hands on his stomach, his eyes closed and his face slightly tilted to the side. Is he in pain?

Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to lean in closer, hovering over his body to examine him. Soft puffs leave his mouth and he looks quite peaceful.

He’s asleep.

Once you realize he’s just napping and not unwell, you want to get the hell out of there. However, just as you turn to leave, Agust’s eyes shoot open and stare straight at you, his gaze intense and unwelcoming.

It startles you, your eyes widening as you take a step back. You internally curse at yourself for how close you were standing.

“I don’t remember letting Peeping Tom into my studio,” he grumbles in annoyance and even if it was supposed to be a joke, it surely didn’t sound like one.

What?!

Of all the things he could have said, the least you expected was him implying you are some kind of sick voyeuring pervert getting off on watching him sleep.

You blink in shock. “I’m sorry, I thought you weren’t feeling well,” you quickly explain your reasoning for standing so close to him, but that doesn’t stop him from glaring at you.

Your face immediately heats up with embarrassment as he shows no sign of looking away from you any time soon. You mutter another quiet apology as you walk backwards towards the door of his studio.

Agust’s piercing glare lingered longer, his expression unreadable. The tension is unbearable, making you immediately regret the decision to approach him in that vulnerable moment.

With a curt nod, Agust mutters dismissively, “Just go. Remember to knock next time.” He turns onto his side, facing the wall, seemingly returning to dreamland.

You quietly leave his studio and immediately bolt down the corridor, back into your own studio. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You pray that you don’t have to interact with him any time soon, or ever again.

•••

The day of the music video shoot finally rolls around.

Your prayer was answered because you hadn’t seen Agust in the week following the incident when you walked in on him sleeping in his studio.

Tsk. Peeping Tom. What the hell is his problem?

That didn’t matter now, though. You are finally going to shoot your very first professional music video today. You couldn’t sleep the entire night.

You drag your feet towards the kitchen, seeing Daniel enjoying a cup of coffee whilst scrolling on his phone. He glances up at you and immediately returns his attention to his phone.

You sigh quietly and sit across from him. “Hey,” you greet him.

“Hi,” he mumbles, bringing the mug to his lips and taking a sip.

“Today’s the day,” you remind him, fidgeting with your nails. You had mentioned the intimate scenes to him and initially he didn’t seem bothered but you know him. You wouldn’t like it either.

“Yeah,” he hums, placing his mug back onto the table. “I’m guessing you won’t be home for dinner?”

You shrug to his question, not sure how long the first day of shooting would take. You’re still new to this.

“Alright. Good luck.” He gets up and presses a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the kitchen. You stare at the half full coffee mug in front of you, sighing quietly to yourself.

Ugh. Why we are you still with him?

You quickly shake your head, an attempt at erasing the intrusive thought. Daniel loves you. He saved you. If it weren’t for him, you’d be sleeping in a cardboard box outside of some random reeking train station. You owe him.

And if that’s in the form of a relationship, so be it.

•••

As soon as you sit down in hair and makeup, you try to distract yourself on your phone but that doesn’t help much when you glance in the mirror every 5 minutes.

Your hair is perfect, your makeup looks absolutely flawless. You’ve never had this done to you and you feel like an actual celebrity.

Stepping out of the room in your little black dress, cursing yourself for using those exact words in your lyrics, you head out to the set. Your heels loudly click against the floor and it makes you feel like everyone is staring at you.

The first few scenes are supposed to be you alone, gloomy vibes, looking out of it. You do your best to get into character.

The set you are on is just a white backdrop with some props, a couch and pink lighting. You are seated on the couch and you have to mouth the lyrics into the camera, looking hurt and desperate like you did that night.

The first few takes are a bit tough but you get the hang of it pretty soon. The excitement of what the final product of this music video will look like sends a surge of confidence through you, making you finally step out of your comfort zone and go with the flow of what the director is asking of you.

The director compliments you and wants more versions of this scene. Asking you to change positions on the couch, asking you to not move, asking you to cry on command.

You understand why Agust asked what made you think you were ready for a music video. This is exhausting.

Noon already rolls around and so far, everything is going smoothly.

That is, until the director yells a loud ‘cut!’ and turns around to greet whoever just walked in that made everyone stop doing what they were doing.

Agust fucking D.

He struts towards the director, shaking his hand and starting small talk. What the hell is he doing here? Shouldn’t he be working right now? Why is he here?

It takes a few moments before his eyes are on you, his expression never changing. You are almost certain your heart rate flat lines for a few seconds as his eyes search yours.

You are just sitting there now, waiting for the director to continue the shoot but the director turns and starts a conversation with the camera man, allowing Agust to escape the conversation with him.

Your stomach free falls to your feet as you watch Agust walk up to you, his hands in his pockets. He is wearing one of his damned black suits again, the ones that he looks absolutely gorgeous in and his stupid gorgeous hair was styled perfectly, with a side part, exposing his forehead. The light blue dress shirt under his suit jacket was unbuttoned at the top and a thin chain decorated his gorgeous neck.

He stops right in front of you and looks down at you, his unreadable expression never changing. “How’s your first shoot going?”

You peer up at him through your fake eyelashes, still seated. You shrug and lean back into the couch, crossing your leg over the other and crossing your arms over your chest. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do that on purpose. “It’s going pretty well, I think.”

He narrows his eyes at you for a second, his tongue peeking out at the corner of his mouth as he shamelessly and slowly trails his gaze down your body before looking back into your eyes. It only lasted a few seconds but under his gaze it lasted an eternity.

“You look good,” he states, nonchalantly.

That almost knocks the air out of your lungs. How can he just say this after eyeing you like that?

You mean eye-fucking you like that?

Stop that.

Sure, you wear makeup to work and make sure your hair is always done but having a professional glam team professionally doll you up… you know you look fucking good.

“Oh… uh. Thanks,” you reply, almost slapping your hand onto your mouth to keep yourself from saying ‘you too!’. You are satisfied that your little plan worked.

Just pounce him already.

You have to physically stop yourself from groaning at your little succubus. You watch him nod to your ‘thanks’ but you can’t hold back anymore.

“What brings you here?” you finally ask, chewing on the inside of your cheek in anxiety.

He doesn’t reply for a few moments but instead just stares at you before opening his mouth, “I’m here to support my artist.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, you could have sworn he wouldn’t care that much about a music video. Especially from you. He barely talks to you and when he does, he’s quick and dismissive.

Him seeming unavailable is why you want him, isn’t it?

Ignore.

You are glad you’re seated because the way he called you his artist would’ve made you weak in the knees.

You’re smacked out of your thoughts when he says the next thing, “It’s important to me. Especially since it’s your first time.”

Heat rushes to your face. You internally roll your eyes at yourself for your immaturity. What are you, a 14 year old boy?

“Thank you, boss. I appreciate it,” you lie. Well, half lie. You appreciate that he wants to support you. You don’t appreciate that he was about to watch you get into a bed, touched and held by a random man.

He gives a single nod once again and turns around before heading back to the production crew.

The director starts rolling the cameras again and you have to pretend not to care as Agust watches you sensually mouthing suggestive lyrics into the camera.

His eyes linger on your manicured hands roaming your own body, the long press on nails they glued onto your fingertips this morning digging into your own skin.

You aren’t looking at him but you can see him staring at you in your peripheral vision. And it makes you want to be even more provocative.

After what seems like hours had passed but is only about 30 minutes, one of the interns runs in. A clipboard in her hand and her phone against her ear, a look of remorse on her face. She hangs up and turns to the director.

“The– uh… The actor just cancelled,” she hesitantly says to the production team, watching them swear at the news.

The director takes off his headset, cursing and saying something about how he was depending on that actor for the majority of the scenes today.

You observe the chaos ensuing around you, the crew arguing about it being stupid for not hiring a backup actor, about how they should’ve appointed an earlier hour to start recording, something about the actor being stupid for being hospitalized, arguing over deadlines, etc.. But you?

Honestly, it relieves you. You didn’t want to do it anyway.

Maybe they’ll quickly brainstorm other scenes and ideas with the props they have or schedule to shoot the intimate scenes another day. Anything is better than the original storyboard with Agust watching from the sidelines. Your boss wasn’t going to watch you get dry humped by a stranger and that was enough to relieve you.

Maybe the universe is smiling down on you.

“Let me do it.”

Maybe the universe isn’t smiling down on you.

Actually, this convinces you that the universe is laughing at you.

You are flustered by the suggestion. You slowly turn your head as you pray you didn’t just hear what you thought you heard.

It’s quiet for a few moments. The crew is just as shocked as you are at the offer.

Your eyes fall on Agust and he has a serious look on his face. He’s not even looking at you, just staring at the director and nodding as the crew repeatedly ask him if he’s absolutely sure.

Did he really just… offer to be the love interest in your music video?

Agust D as the actor in your music video? Wouldn’t that be weird? He’s your boss. He’s the CEO of your record label. He was there during the storyboard meeting. He knows what scenes await him. Why would he offer to do it? He isn’t even in his own music videos. Why would he offer to be in yours? What would people think?

Look at you panicking. This is hilarious.

Agust speaks up, tearing you out of your thoughts. “I can’t let my artist down,” he says, looking at you for the first time since suggesting it, a serious expression on his face. “Let’s do it.”

It’s so funny. You absolutely hate how excited you are. You’re messy as fuck.

Shut up.

You don’t trust your voice enough to say anything so you just hesitantly nod at him, clammy hands fidgeting with the fabric of your dress.

You hate that your inner demon’s thoughts ring true. You can’t ignore the growing excitement pooling in your stomach for the life of you.

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Fatal Attraction | myg [coming soon]

summary: After a bad breakup with your boyfriend, Taehyung, your friends decide it’s time for you to move on, so they take you out to a speed dating event where you come across Yoongi; he’s funny, he’s cute, he’s laidback, he seems perfect. But there’s always a downside to the perfect guy.

pairings: Min Yoongi x Fem!reader

warnings: Smut, murder, kidnapping, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, angst, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI

author’s notes: the release date to this won’t be until July, as that is when I estimate Gangsta will come to an end.

©btsugarush. all rights reserved.

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fic recommendedations

here's a lil archive of some of my favourite fics!!!

bangtan boys !!

min yoongi - #myg jung hoseok - #jhs

jeon jungkook - #jjk kim namjoon - #knj

kim taehyung - #kth park jimin - #pjm

kim seokjin - #ksj ot7 - #ot7

txt !!

soobin - #soobin beomgyu - #beomgyu

taehyun - #taehyun hueningkai - #kai

yeonjun - #yeonjun ot5 - #ot5

seventeen !!

vernon - #vernon wonwoo – #wonu

scoups - #scoups mingyu – #mingyu

jujutsu kaisen !!

nanami - #nanami choso - #choso

gojo - #gojo toji – #toji

others !!

aki (chainsaw man) - #aki bakugou (mha) - #katsuki

suna (haikyuu) - #suna matsukawa (haikyuu) - #mattsun

yunho (ateez) - #yunho sunghoon (enhypen) - #sunghoon

ran (tokyo revengers) - #ran eren (attack on titan) - #eren

will eventually finish this off.....I hope :)

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idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

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