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like, not only is this show implied to be for us, it’s explicitly for us. the fans who stuck around into adulthood. that was the central conceit of the adaptation. they SAID SO in as many words.

pairing: park jimin x black female oc (featuring jung hoseok)

genre: angst, cheating!jimin au

word count: 1.4k 

ongoing series!

I’d say, your first mistake was the cheat, of course. But did you ever consider how much you played her for the fool that she isn’t?

01 - INTUITION

I tried to make a home out of you.

But doors lead to trap doors. Stairways lead to nothing. Unknown women roam the halls at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician, able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my life, you come home at three am and lie to me.

What are you hiding?

The past and future merge to meet us here.

What luck. What a fucking curse.

IF ROSALIE had to choose what hurt the most, at the moment, was the fact that her husband was apparently convinced that she was stripped of all intelligence. That she has no idea what was going on, that she was under the impression that everything was fine, and that her marriage - her family was fine and dandy. that she didn’t know her husband like the back of her hand - the hand she should probably slap the shit out of him with - and could easily know when she was being lied to.

What pained her to her last breath, was the fact that her husband had no idea Rosalie knew perfectly well that she was being cheated on.

It seemed as if her name was marked as fool in his brain. He married the fool, lied down with the fool, made love to the fool, and had a foolish child to call his own.

How she’d wish that he would just wake the fuck up. How she’d beg silently that he’d hear her as she listened to the whispered words he spoke to the woman on the other line at 3 am. How she prayed he caught her awake, awake and listening intently as he placed a kiss on her forehead and lifted his covers.

Her, a fool? if that wasn’t the funniest fucking joke.

And yet, she says nothing. She goes on with a smile on her face, she laughs as if it’s the last time sound will escape her lungs. She loves harder than ever before, and pours it onto little Haeran and her father. She tells herself lie after lie, until she realizes that she is almost no better than he is, and her heart breaks and disappears into almost nothing.

She also wonders, what in the world she could’ve done to earn such a humiliating fate; what unfortunate string of events led her to the life she lived now.

However, she comes up with absolutely nothing.

girlllllllll where do i begin!!!!!!!!!!!!

he was feeling me for the whole damn concert, like deadass he wouldn’t leave my side. me and my friend were the only two black girls in vip. he was shook ngl sjsjjsjsj when i say homeboy was in love i’m not joking hdjdjdjdjdjd like for the whole concert he kept coming over to me

and in soundcheck, he sat in front of me and i was like “i love you!!” by pointing at myself, making a heart with my hands, then pointing at him. like i kept doing that and saying ily and he was so…shook? like he couldn’t believe it? then he went “you?” pointed at me “love me?” and then pointed at himself, with the cutest look on his face. and i was like YES OMG and kept nodding my head like crazy, and he SMILED omg he looked genuinely confused? like disbelief that i loved him. idk it was like he didn’t think i did, and i was like FOR FUCK SAKES YOUS THE LOVE OF MY GATDAMN LIFE FUCK YOU MEANNNNN

and then since that the whole concert he kept coming over and interacting with me. literalky eveytime he did and then walked away everyone in my section would yell at me like “WTF WAS THAT WHATS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO” bitchhhhh idk JSJSJSJJS it was like that for the whole show

and even just before the end when they were all bowing and saying their byes, he came over to me sat in front of me again and we literally TALKED until joon called him over bc they were literally all waiting for him whilst he sat with me jsjsjsjjs namjoon was like “TAEHYUNG-AH” into the mic to get to come back the biggest cockblock™ 😔 urgh it was so beautiful what literally made it worse was the fact that he’s my bias ughhh

Synopsis: Jungkook and Jimin are the troublemakers in your neighborhood and when you catch their attention on a fateful Saturday afternoon, they keep you under their radar until you’re finally theirs.

Warnings: degradation kink, roughness, dirty talk

Genre: smut, one-shot

Tags: bad boy!jungkook, playboy!jimin, mfm, schoolgirl!reader, switch!jungkook, dom!jimin, sub!reader, poly!au

You don’t know what stroke of luck you had that day; having found $20 laying on the ground, your parents letting you out after weeks of grounding – you skipped class, but it was the only time, and you had gotten some food delivered to your house by oh-so-loving best friend (even after all the times you begged and he said no). Safe to say, your day was going great, and you couldn’t think of anything that could ruin it.

Sat in your room, you finished the last of the pizza, brushing the crumbs off your bed and leaning back with a newly-satiated hunger. It was only midday, and the thought of going outside was inviting to you given the sunny yet breezy weather, and you had a feeling that something good was going to happen.

Suddenly, your phone rang from beside you and you jumped to see who was FaceTiming you, happy that it was your rich kid of a best friend, Namjoon. “So, are you just gonna eat the food and not thank me?”

“Well, someone is crabby.”

He scoffed, walking around (you’re guessing by the shaky image) and rolling his eyes. “You should be grateful I decided to spend my money on you.”

“To be fair, I did have to beg for weeks before you did.” You pointed out, “and it’s not like you don’t have money to spare anyways.”

“Shut up. I’m going out later, wanna come?”

So that’s why he called. Namjoon had a ritual of going to parties every weekend, getting drunk and sleeping with some equally-drunk guy or girl who he wouldn’t remember the next morning. It didn’t go without saying that it wasn’t your scene, mostly because it was too many people, but maybe today… “Okay.”

“Ple– wait.” He paused his pleading, not expecting you to agree so quickly. Usually he’d have to pull your front teeth for you to even consider it so your quick agreement shocked him. “Are you serious?”

You paused before saying “Yes. We’re partying tonight.”

He got excited very quickly and drove to your house as soon as the call ended. Since he lived on the other side of town, he’d be at least 45 minutes so you decided to kill some time and go out into the world. It was blindingly bright, the sun’s rays entering your eyes as soon as you opened the door, nonetheless it was a beautiful day.

The neighborhood was pretty safe, so you had no worries about anyone breaking into your house while no one was in there and started your walk to the park. It was peaceful, for the most part, until you made out two figures walking your way from the opposite side of the sidewalk. It was two boys; their attire consisting of ripped jeans and the bare minimum of shirts. Who wears jeans in this heat? You asked, cynically. They were laughing as they walked side by side, the shorter one tripping over himself and almost falling to the ground before regaining his balance.

It wasn’t till they were a few meters away from you that you noticed how attractive they were. They both had dark hair, and good builds, their muscles tensing as they giggled at whatever joke they had between them and that was the only indication that they were, in fact, shirtless. It’s not like you could blame them; it was a scorching 30 degrees but you didn’t appreciate the way your breath hitched at the sweat costing thier torsos.

It wasn’t until the laughs slowed that you realized how close you were and how long you had been checking them out. They both caught your eye, stepping to the sides so that you walked between them as they did the other way and you didn’t miss the way the shorter one’s eyes trailed down your legs. It made your face heat up, the only indication of your flustering being the quick succession of your breaths. It’s as if it happened in slow motion. When the boy smirked at you, you turned to the other and gasped at the hungry look in his eyes. He failed to maintain eye contact but in his stare, you could feel the desire threatening to come out.

His mouth was parted, hair falling over his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile at the boyish look of him. Cute. But his body was a different story; muscle and tan skin sheen with sweat gave you mini heart palpitations and your eyes immediately shot up as soon as you got to his v-line.

As soon as you passed each other, the air changed. From either side of you, you could feel a certain pull to them and only hoped your shorts weren’t riding up too much as you carried on your way. Curious, you looked behind you, surprised to find them staring at your ass and it didn’t look like they were stoping anytime soon. The shorter one flickered his eyes up to yours and winked before tapping his friend and started jogging off with him.

The encounter stayed ingrained in your mind. It occupied every single thought, causing Namjoon to smack your forehead. “You’re not listening to me.”

You blinked, shocked that you spaced out again. “Sorry. I-“

“That’s the second time now. What’s up?” He looked in your wardrobe, sliding hangers along the rail and trying to find the perfect outfit.

“Something happened to today, and I can’t explain it.” You breathed as you recalled the tingle you felt in your spine when they looked at you with their intense stares. “These two guys. I didn’t even speak to them, just walked near them, but they had this thing about them. They were so intriguing and seemed so… intense. I’ve never seen them before.”

Namjoon turned, eyebrow raised in question as he came towards you holding a few pieces of clothing. “Well, that’s because you never go out. You don’t know anyone. Describe them.”

You scoffed at his jab but proceeded to tell him what they looked like, of course adding in your own flair because really, no description could do them justice. “They were like… gods but with a sinister air.”

“Oh… that’s probably Jungkook and Jimin.”

“You know them?” You looked at the garments he chose and shook your head at him; he was turning you into a hoe.

“Everyone does. They were the school troublemakers. Of course, the staff didn’t know that they were the reason for all the disorganization at school but the student body did. They were notorious for getting into bad habits and hanging around the wrong people, throwing parties every weekend and fucking at least 3 a week. They came back to town about a week ago. Stay away from them.”

You squeezed yourself into a white slip dress, the fabric clinging to your body and accentuated the curves you didn’t need exaggerated. “Ugh, my butt looks big.”

“It’s perfect.” Namjoon protested, stopping you from taking the dress off. You had already showered and put your hair into a puff, nearly ready to go. Your best friend criticized your lack of seamless panties and opted you wear a g-string for the night so not to “ruin the dress”. Not only were you wearing near-to-no panties, but your nipples poked through the taut silk at the absence of a bra. “You look amazing. I might just fuck you.”

You gasped in offense, tackling him and hitting him with all your might.

“I was joking, I was joking! Get off of me.” His breathing was laboured when you stood upright, fixing the dress and huffing out in frustration.

“Never say that to me again.”

“It’s not like you’re a Virgin.” He grumbled, but seeing your glare apologized and complimented you. “The dress looks wonderful with your skin. I could just die.”

You smiled at him. It wasn’t long until you both left the house, saying goodbye to your parents, who had come back while you were gone, and only putting on your heels in the car. The drive was relatively quiet but once you got to the party, your senses were overtaken by the loud music and the stench of drugs and alcohol.

Upon entering, Namjoon kissed your cheek and bid you adieu, leaving you to fend for yourself until he was back from wherever he rushed to. You had to admit, you didn’t mind the looks people gave you; it was one of the few times you left the house and people didn’t expect someone as reserved as yourself to be this sultry. You reached the kitchen, pouring yourself some vodka dash and downing the cup in one go. It wasn’t the best of choices but in no time, your nerves eased and you felt yourself braver than before.

2 pairs of eyes were staring at you from across the room, glued to your figure and emitting a fire that would get you in trouble. It was them. Jimin and Jungkook, as Namjoon said. And they radiated Danger. Biting your lip, you turned and faced the kitchen counter, away from them. They knew you saw them and with the information, they set out to get your attention.

It wasn’t long until you felt a tap on your bare shoulder, turning to face a slightly taller figure with a kind smile. “Hello, I’m Jimin.” His voice was a tad high but it fit him, oddly. You didn’t expect him to grab your hand and trail it up his torso until he intertwined your fingers and swung your arms back and forth playfully. “What’s your name?”

“Uh…” You stuttered at how close he was; his hips pressed against yours. He left no space for you to even try to escape and it was clear he had a goal – keep you within his grasp.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to be scared.” He let out a giggle that made you look to the floor, your mind turning it into something you’d hear as he made you writhe underneath him.

You gasped when you felt a bulge hit your lower stomach and he moved back, a bit embarrassed. His cheeks dusted rosy as he scratched the back of his neck and apologised.

“I’m so sorry.” He wasn’t. “Would you like to dance?” He held out his hand and going against everything Namjoon told you, you took it. He led you to the dancefloor and it wasn’t long until you were both jumping to the upbeat song.

He kept the conversation going, asking you questions like: where are you from? What school do you go to? How old are you? To all, you answered truthfully. He was from Namjoon’s side of town, he was 23 and he said he was taking a break from uni.

“5 year age gap. That’s not that bad.” He shrugged and you widened your eyes.

“Excuse me? You’re not–“

You were cut off by the bass of the next song and immediately recognised it as Bad Blood by NAO. It had cut straight to the drop and at that moment, Jimin spun you around and pressed himself to your back. The sweet riff of the guitar guided you as his hips met your ass, his face in the crook of your neck as he ran his hands along your waist. “It doesn’t take a genius to know that I’m interested in you.”

Stop grinding against him, you scolded yourself, but it felt too good to deprive yourself of a taste of heaven. You clutched his neck as he kissed yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you let out shaky breaths under his hold.

“It’s your choice. Open your eyes.” You did as he said, heart pounding when they locked with the friend with the darker aura. He was staring right at the both of you, watching as you expressed your desire for his friend and held onto him as he slowly turned you to nothing. “See my friend over there?” You nodded, seeing him bring a cup to his lips and narrow his eyes. “He wants to fuck you.”

You gasped at his crude words, letting him turn you again so that you faced him. What he said next didn’t surprise you but it raised unbearable need in your belly.

“And guess what? I want to fuck you too.” Jimin took both your wrists and held them together behind your back, leaning his head down to your ear. His lips parted, but it was the new presence on your right ear that had you ready to give in right then and there.

“You want us to fuck you?” The heat that radiated from the body behind you made you hot, your chest heaving as your knees trembled at the men on either side of your neck. His voice was deeper than his counterpart’s but both had the desired effect to put you under their control. “I don’t think you wanna say no. I’m sure you’d like to be our pretty little toy.” He snarled into your ear.

You let out an involuntary moan and pushed your hips back, not expecting the growl Jungkook emitted from his chest.

“I bet you’d like it if I fucked you right here. In front of everyone, so they can see what a cockslut you really are.”

“You look so innocent, babydoll,” Jimin cooed, “Pretty brown eyes and plump, soft lips that are always parted just a tad. It’s as if you want me to fuck this pretty mouth of yours.”

You couldn’t help but mewl in agreement, knees weakening and throwing your head back against Jungkook’s neck. Jimin used his finger to trace the lining of your mouth before brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip. He slowly pulled it down, your jaw relaxing and letting your mouth stretch open for him to slip a finger inside it. Instantly, you sucked on it. You let your eyes close as your tongue swirled around it and your body gave into Jungkook’s touch.

Jimin removed his finger from you, looking down and noticing the way you shifted in your shoes. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

He didn’t mind snatching you from Jungkook’s grasp and throwing you over his shoulder, though you wiggled in protest and tried to get off as he was walking up the stairs. A hand met your ass while his arm hooked your legs together and you cried out, hearing Jimin open a door and enter in an empty room. Your bottom throbbed in slight pain as he threw you onto the mattress and walked away from you. It was Jungkook who sat beside you with a smirk, placing your legs in his lap and removing the strappy heels that were giving you grief all night.

“You look magnificent when you’re in pain. Your face contorts into this expression of agony but it’s mixed with hedonistic pleasure and I can see how much it turns you on when I looked at your eyes. You have the most beautiful reaction; eyebrows scrunched together and eyes widening as your lips part so widely. Like you’re going to cum. A state of pure pulchritude.”

If it wasn’t for the sweet grin he had on his face throughout the whole statement, you would’ve scurried away, but he made the most sadistic of observations seem like poetry to you and you couldn’t shake the thought of being spanked again, just to let him see that face again. “Don’t freak her out, Jungkook.”

Jimin came back with his top off and his jeans unbuttoned, only a YSL chain adorning his neck and collarbones. “I was only complimenting her.”

“By telling her how exquisite she is when she’s sore?”

Jungkook looked to you, smiling again. “Yes. Can we keep her?” He inquired excitedly to Jimin, his demeanor completely different from what he portrayed. Of course, the depth of his voice matched the dark aura he possessed but in this light, he seemed harmless to you. You couldn’t stop the ‘Aw!’ that escaped and regretted viewing him in such a light because the next moment, he pulled you so hardly that you jumped into his lap. “I’m not this nice, babygirl.”

He was laying on his back, looking up at you with dazed eyes and a cocky smirk, while you planted your hands on his torso to keep the distance between your faces.

“Only if she agrees, Kookie.” Jimin straddled Jungkook’s thighs, pressing his bare chest to your back and lightly kissed your shoulder. “Do you accept our proposition, babydoll?”

“To be yours to play with?” You said shakily.

“Yes. We will stop whenever you want us to. Your safe word will be ‘halo’.”

You sucked in a breath before giving your answer. “Okay. Yes, I accept.”

“Excellent. Now be a good girl and lift your ass up for your Master.”

It was an action you did without hesitation, Jimin’s hands gripping the hem of your tight dress and pulling it up to your waist, wasting no time before grabbing the fat and squeezing it. Jungkook flittered his gaze between your lips and your eyes, not knowing what to do with himself as his friend roamed his hands on your thighs and bottom.

You were still leaning over him, except now your hands were in either side of his face and he had complete access to your lips. His mind was going crazy anticipating the taste of you and it took all in him not to ravage you in that second. Slowly, he leaned up and pressed his lips to yours, loving the way you submitted to him so easily and let him take the lead.

“Babydoll, you’re so wet.” Jimin’s voice rang as you engaged with Jungkook fully, savoring his kiss and wanting it to go on and on. Your pussy tingled upon hearing Jimin’s words, no doubt secreting more of your arousal and enticing Jimin even further.

You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, arching your back when he slid his tongue into your mouth and giving Jimin a full view of your barely-concealed sex. His fingers pulled at your g-string, letting himself see your mound as it glistened with a wetness you hadn’t experienced before. It was already soaked through your underwear and left a spot on your inner thighs where they rubbed together, the sight pleasurable for Jimin to see.

“I bet you’re ready to take both our cocks in your pussy. Your hole is open and ready for us to use; it’s throbbing for me, babydoll.”

You broke the kiss and sat up, breathing heavily as Jimin took your dress off the rest of the way. Your back was sheen with sweat, as your boobs were, and it only made Jungkook harder underneath you. He sat up as well, the action causing them both to sandwich you in between them, no space for you move and both their dicks pressed into you. “Fuck, Jungkook.”

He was pressing directly into your aching core. The roughness of his jeans giving you just the right amount of pressure to roll your eyes back. Suddenly, he grabbed your jaw with his hand, pressing his fingers into your cheeks and making your mouth open forcefullly. “It’s Daddy to you, slut.”

One-shots

Jeon Jeongguk:

Videocameras (ft. Kim Namjoon)

Kim Namjoon:

Videocameras (ft. Jeon Jeongguk)

Park Jimin:

Min Yoongi:

Jeong Hoseok:

Kim Seokjin:

Kim Taehyung:

Series

Park Jimin:

PLAYBOY (M): Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4~ in progress

BIG BAD WOLF (M): Prologue Moodboard ~ in progress

Kim Taehyung:

PURPLE (M): Ch.1

Jeong Hoseok:

Jeon Jeongguk:

GOODBYE:

WHOOPS (M):

Min Yoongi:

MYSELF:

Kim Seokjin:

CORRUPTION (M):

Kim Namjoon:

Moodboards

Jeong Hoseok: Private Dancer

Park Jimin: Goth Girl

Video Edits

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