BTS one shots

Jikook x Female Reader (Part I)

I'm going to make it first person pov. The character will still be y/n. There are more variations of saying "me" and it feels less awkward to write. The chapters are going to be like this from now on. Hopefully it will also submerge you, the reader, more. Xx

I'm fidgeting in my spot next to Jimin on the floor. It's Jin's turn to pick the movie for this week and of course he picked some cheesy romance movie. "Love- blah blah blah" I don't really care. I voted for that horror movie about the zombies on a train, but no one wanted to watch it. Well, Jungkook did, but he suddenly got sick and no one wanted to watch it but me. Now, we're watching a long-ass movie about Rosette... Rhonda? Ah! Rosie, that's right. Either way, it's boring me to tears. My eyes start to get heavy and warm. I can feel myself drifting off when Jimin whispers in my ear.

"Hey, I'm going to check on Jungkookie, be right back." I reply with a mumbled 'ok' and he crawls away trying not to disturb the other members- even though half of them are asleep. After a couple of minutes, I decide to escape away to the bathroom. Maybe I can feign being sick and leave so I don't have to watch the rest of the ducking movie. I'll just say that I must've caught around when Jungkook caught it- boom believable.

Half—asleep, I wonder in the bathroom and close the door quietly. I'm not a dickhead. The others, who were still awake, seemed to be enjoying the film. I'm about to flush the toilet when I hear a whine. I straighten my back and cock my head to listen more clearly.

"Ah- ah... hyung..." I furrow my eyebrows and stand stiff. What the fuck is Jimin doing to him? Forcing medicine into his veins? I flush the toilet and step outside of the bathroom after washing my hands waiting to hear more of the whining.

Silence...

Except for the movie. I figure Jimin succeeded in giving Kookie his meds and start towards the living room to rejoin the group and pretend to be super sick and contaigious, but I hear another whine.

I stop and turn in my tracks and head straight to the Maknae's bedroom. Jimin needs to learn when to just leave sick brats alone. Clearly Jungkook doesn't want the meds. I reach the doorknob and turn opening the door to, what could only be described as, a culture shock.

Jungkook is completely naked and handcuffed to the bed with a blindfold covering his face. Red lines cover his chest and abs. Jimin, who's currently jumping off of him, was riding him. Kookie is wearing a cock ring and squirming as much as he can.

Jimin stuffs a sock in Jungkook's mouth and rushing behind me to close the door and lock it muttering to himself. My eyes are frozen on Kookie's body. I'd never seen him naked before- hell, I'd never seen any of them naked before. Let alone the shy Maknae. Jimin shuffles around to my left for a second before appearing in front of me fully clothed blocking Jungkook's body.

"(Y/n)? Are you ok?" Jungkook mumbles something through his makeshift gag and starts freaking out even more than he was before.

"Umm... you guys were..." I clear my throat and gesture with my hand out to a panicking Jungkook.

"Yes, but are you ok? I mean are you freaked out, or disgusted?" He pauses for a glance behind him before continuing. "You're not going to tell anyone, right?"

I point my thumb to the door behind me. "None of them know you and Jungkook are having se-" Jimin abruptly cuts me off by putting his hand over my mouth and shushing me. Well that answers that question. I raise my hands up in defeat. I didn't even realize they were shaking- or sweaty.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Jimin watches my hands as I dry them off on my shirt. I'm aware of everything now that the shock has passed. Like how my stomach tingles, or how my cheeks burn, or how in between my legs is... just... feeling. It's hard to describe. It's like a yearning feeling. I swallow the lump of spit in my throat. I'm literally salivating.

Jimin continues to watch me curiously. His hair is slightly disheveled and I can smell the sex and sweat hanging in the air surrounding him. "Y/n)?" He steps to his right and starts to slowly circle me. My eyes are once again glued to Jungkook. His wrists and feet strain against the handcuffs, the head of his dick is a dark red color, his chest rises and falls in quick succession.

"(Y/n), you should go. Just don't tell anyone. Promise?" I turn around like a zombie and watch Jimin open the door quietly before turning to face me with a finger over his lips. He closes the door and lets out a loud sigh while grasping ahold of my hand. Jimin removes the make—shift gag from Jungkook's mouth.

"Hyung... is she going to tell anyone? Does she hate us? What are we going to do? Let me out of this. I feel sick." All these thoughts came pouring out of Jungkook's mouth, and then some. Jimin once again motioned for me to be quiet.

"She's fine. She's not going to tell anyone. I'm not letting you out yet. We're not done. You're just embarrassed- not sick." With his free hand, Jimin caressed the younger's chest and ran his fingers through Kookie's hair. The slight touch seemingly igniting Jungkook's body.

Jimin takes my hand and grabs ahold of my wrist before bringing it closer to Jungkook's member. My eyes widen as he manipulates my hand to fit around Jungkook earning a moan from the ladder's mouth. Jimin let's go of my hand, and I start to pump it over his skin. I can feel the veins straining with blood from not being able to orgasm. I can feel the heat burning my hand. Jungkook tries to meet my hand as he thrusts upwards. The sudden movement and the erotic seen of Jungkook unknowingly fucking my hand causes me to gasp. My hand squeezes him a little to hard, especially without lubrication, and causes him to wince and halt.

"I'm sorry, Hyung! I just can't handle the teasing anymore! Please, let me cum! I'll do anything!" Jimin smirks and questions,

"Anything?"