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“Woah woah woah, never?” you asked for the hundredth time. Mingi groaned and rubbed his hand over his face, internally kicking himself for even bringing it up in the first place. “Yes, y/n,” he admitted, again. “I’ve never, done that before.” You sat up with renewed interest. Mingi, easily one of the hottest guys on campus, has never had his dick sucked? How was that even possible? Mingi gave you the sassiest side eye, already knowing what you were thinking about. “I have my reasons,” he said. “Its not like it was never offered.” Okay, that made more sense. But now you had more questions, why didn’t he want it? You could’ve sworn men loved that type of shit. Hell, if you had a dick you’d probably love it too. Curiosity burned inside you but you didn’t want to push, he was your friend and the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Mingi stared hard, waiting for the inevitable question. He knew you too well, you were dying to know but you weren’t going to ask. He sighed and let his head fall back on the couch. “Look, I’m just not… built for that. And I’m not going into detail,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at you. You tilted your head like a puppy, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, no what do you mean?” you asked, unable to resist. His cheeks blushed and he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His other hand fidgeted with the string on his sweatpants. “I’m just, its like,” he started, but he couldn’t finish it. He just groaned again, torn between wanting to tell you and the embarrassment that would come with it. You hated seeing him struggle, and a bit of concern rose with how much it seemed to bother him.

“You can tell me, you know I don’t spread gossip.” The way mingi looked at you when you said that almost made you gasp. He looked so, desperate. his plump lips pouting, his eyes big and pleading. something in you switched, but you tried to push it back down. “I’m too big,” he muttered, almost like it was a bad thing. You blinked at him, stunned for a moment. Too big? How big would a guy have to be to be TOO big? You didn’t even know that was a possibility, and now you wanted to see for yourself. “Too big?” you asked, your voice low and surprised. Mingi blushed even brighter, the faint color spreading down to his chest under his loose gray sweatshirt. He nodded slowly, and you had the urge to show him how wrong he was. “I think you just haven’t gotten with the right girl.” He swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. “M-maybe? I don’t know, I just don’t think its a good idea. I don’t want to hurt anyone, and the last time it didn’t go well.” Your heart clenched at his sweet words. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned forward, giving him a look of determination. “I can do it.” His jaw dropped immediately. He had to have heard you wrong, right? Theres no way you just offered that, right? But then your hand rested on his thigh, and you didn’t laugh at him. No, the look in your eyes was sincere, you really said it and you really meant it. “Are you sure?” he asked, still hesitant. You nodded eagerly, eagerly. He swallowed again, his mouth suddenly dry. His heart started to beat faster, but he didn’t want to get excited yet. He’d done this part before, far too many times, but he couldn’t help but hope. Even so, he tried to ignore the excited twitch in his pants. “Okay, we can, try. But you can back out or change your mind, it wont hurt my feelings.” You slid your hand up his thigh, grazing the bulge now too prominent to ignore. His breath hitched, his hands flying to the couch to brace himself. “Have I ever backed down from a challenge?” you asked, your voice low and soft. You moved swiftly from the couch to the carpet, your hands on his knees. He stiffened up at your touch again, you could see his heart already racing. You moved your hands slowly, giving him time to stop you in case he wasn’t ready.

He watched you with bated breath, hardly moving an inch. Your fingers traced the outline of his bulge and he had to bite back a whine, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of the tent between his legs. “Let me show you how a girl is supposed to suck cock.” He let out a long sigh, his eyes closing at the brief contact. “Please,” he whispered. It slipped out before he could stop it, but he didn’t care. Whatever made you go a little faster, to either pull him out and tell him he was too big, or actually suck him off. You smiled at his plea, that same feeling returning. You wanted to make him feel so good, and you wanted him to enjoy every bit of it. You palmed him through his loose sweatpants, your other hand sliding up his shirt to caress his abs. You could feel his muscles tighten, his head falling back as a shaky moan passed his lips. “Oh fuuuuuuck,” he moaned quietly. You tugged the top of his pants down, then his boxers. He wasn’t lying, his thick cock stood impressively tall. On one hand you saw why most girls would be intimidated, on the other you couldn’t believe they didn’t even try. Just looking at him made you salivate, and then when you looked up at his eyes? Fuck, he was so desperate. You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a long slow stroke. Pressing gentle kisses along his v-line, inching towards his cock with careful slowness. “You’re so big,” you said sweetly. Mingi’s heart beat faster, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust forward. Why was he so needy like this? “Too big?” he asked, preparing himself in case you changed your mind. You bowed your head to give the head of his cock a kiss, flicking your tongue over the tip. “No baby, not too big” you reassured. He hissed through teeth, his hands fisting the couch cushion until his knuckles turned white. “Oh fuck, holy shit,” he whispered. It was really happening, you were really about to suck him off right in his living room. Then you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling every vein and ridge. The moment your soft lips wrapped around his tip and suckled gently, he let out a moan deep from his chest. He was so sensitive, you couldn’t believe it. You swirled your tongue around him, tracing the veins that were begging for attention.

“Ohhhhhh, ahh, mmmm!” his hand quickly muffled his mouth, embarrassed by the noises he couldn’t hold back. “No baby, let me hear you,” you said, adjusting your grip on him. He let his hand go down, shaking already and gripping his thigh. You stroked him a few times, working him up and preparing yourself. There was no denying that this would be a new experience for both of you. Keeping your eyes on his, you lowered your mouth back on him. His hand flew to the back of your head, fisting in your hair. He didn’t push, he didn’t pull, he just needed hold you in anyway he could. Every flick and stroke of your tongue on him pushed him closer to the edge, and it had only just started. You worked your tongue on him so perfectly, moving it back and forth under his heavy cock. You hadn’t even gotten it all the way in, but holy fuck was he big. Your hands moved from massaging his thighs to holding whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. You twisted and squeezed with your hands as you took him deeper and deeper. “So good, oh it feels so fucking good, oh fuck,” he mumbled, his voice raising an octave. His thighs were tensed, shaking from holding back. He wanted to cum so bad, he was right there, just a little more. You pulled back just a little, feeling how close he was already, replacing your tongue with your thumb. “Try to hold it in a little longer, let me take you deeper.” His eyes widened, his chest already heaving. You wanted to go deeper!? “D-deeper?” You nodded without another word, going back down on him and drawing out another beautiful moan from him. His hips jerked, chasing that delicious high your mouth gave him. This was better than any toy he’d used, better than any handjob he’d been given. His head fell back and his back arched off the couch, his heels digging into the carpet as he tried to hold back the orgasm threatening to overwhelm him. He could feel your tongue stroking him, your teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin, your cheeks hollowing around him. His cock leaked steadily and you swallowed every drop you could. He looked down at you with pleading eyes, watching your saliva mix with his precum and drip from your chin down his shaft. He let out a long high pitched whine, his legs trembling. “Oh my God, feels so good,” his words slurred together while high pitched whimpers spilled from his lips. Your eyes were on him the entire time, watching the tears pool at the corner of his eyes, the sweat dripping down his neck, his veins bulging from the force of holding back. You kept one hand firmly around his base, the other reaching up to lift his shirt just enough to see his abs glisten and tighten. Everything about him was so handsome. “Please, I’m so close, please.” With a deep breath, you took him in all the way, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. His back arched dramatically and a broken moan spilled from his lips. his eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. His seed flooded your mouth and you swallowed around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck!” Tears sprung to your eyes as you fought back the urge to gag, choking on his size. When his cock gave its last spurt, he collapsed back on the couch. His chest was heaving, his damp hair clung to his forehead, his brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh my God, that was so good, holy shit,” he babbled, too lost to talk properly. You let him slip out slowly, drawing a hiss from him in the process. Wiping your chin with your hand, you sat for a minute to catch your own breath. “Told you I could do it,” you said. Lifting yourself off the ground, you settled on his thigh. you cupped his cheek and turned his head to face you, he looked so perfect like this. “For the record, you were absolutely built for getting your dick sucked,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Mingi looked at you in admiration and adoration.

“Have you,” he started, a blush rising to his cheeks already. “Have you ever had your pussy ate?”

an : yeah there was no plot and im just ovulating or whatever yeosang’s insta is. (also ty to my vampy for helping me <3)

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in Seoul, chuckles softly before linking arms with you and strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way while taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls out with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”