BTS Imagines (18+)

70k Special: N*PPLE Fest

BTS Nipple Fest is a really different time.

A time when you're supposed to show your balls and get your nipples sucked.

Welcome to this crazy fest!
❤

It's the annual frat party that everyone does not want to miss for anything  in the world.....everyone except you.

You hated tattoos, alcohol, drugs, sweat and everything that happened at such parties. Your idea of fun was sitting in your room, knees under your chin, blanket over your legs and a book in your hand. That seemed like a more profitable use of your time, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Your phone rang and you quirked a brow at the caller ID.

"Hey Joon", you said as soon as you picked up.
"Hey Boo", he said in a very cheerful voice. Too cheerful.
"What's up. Are you high? Feeling like you can fly?", you asked.
"Oh c'mon.... you know I don't do drugs. Besides a little alcohol don't hurt no one"
You scratched your brow at that and nodded briefly.
"Sure, and there are no birds in Alaska. So, are you bored? you know...party isn't popping like it's supposed to?", you asked again. You had to ask, considering Joon was never the kind to ditch a party just to say hello to a book nerd like you, even though, you're friends.

"Not really, there's a lot of cute girls here but it's kinda weird because you're not here.... I just miss you", he replied in a slurred voice.

You chuckled slightly at his tone.

"Yeah, I miss you too Joon, but you do remember that I asked you to join me for a literature session."

"Yeah....I do but that shit is boring, and you know it.... If you want to argue about this...ask Jimin"
"Okay? I'm not asking your backshot buddy  about my fun time. You know I  haven't spoken to him after he asked me out."

He tsked and you smiled.
"Yeah, you also turned him down". You rolled your eyes at his assumption.
"Yeah, bye hoe, got to get back to this Harlequin book."

"Yeah, drown yourself in those little cliché romance books. I see how much your love life has improved since you started reading th-"

And you cut the call.
It looked like he had a lot to say, and your ears were literally sagging from listening to him. You went back to your book, but you could barely concentrate. Your mind wondered to the fact that your social life was shit. You barely had any friends to begin with because you seldom opened up to people.

Feeling slightly annoyed that you did care about your non-existent social life, you opened the Instagram app and went to the live videos. You carefully scrolled through, one video at a time. At least Instagram has good aesthetics, you thought. Three seconds later, you yawned and got up. There was no goal, just a blind determination to get dressed and go to the very frat party you had sworn never to attend. Nick really did a number on you with his last statement. Throwing on the craziest outfit you had in your closet, you drove the 10minute distance to the frat house. As soon as you entered, your nostrils reeled back from the thick smoke of cigarettes and vapes. It was almost dizzying. Pushing your way through the crowd, you headed towards the most secluded spot within view. You squeezed your way through, determined to have fun tonight. But halfway to that destination, you felt a tag on one of the strings of your top. it happened so suddenly; you didn't have time to salvage the situation. The tiny strap gave up, exposing one of your breasts. In between feeling revealed and wanting to flaunt that perky breast like a thousand-dollar Hermes purse, you saw the multitude of intense eyes gazing down your chest.

In the middle of that internal struggle and the shoving of bodies from all sides, the lights suddenly went out. There were screeching sounds in the air, the sound of horny laughter and the sound of sucking. There was a tag on your dress and suddenly you felt naked. In that second you regretted not putting on a bra but, in all honesty, that was the biggest rule for everyone attending the nipple fest. the passcode to getting in the house was wearing anything that perked your nipples or at least showed them. Even better if you should up without a top altogether.