BOYS WHO BRING HEAVEN TO YOU!

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tw: smut

Their eyes were shut. Jungkook pecked her lips softly, hands lingering around her neck, he pulled her closer. His nose hitting the rim of her glasses, her curls dancing in the wind, as did his. Under a million golden eyes flickering, city lights in the distance, they kiss.

It is not long, nor heated. Just a peck and a hum, before Jungkook rests his forehead against hers and opens his eyes.

Her lashes flutter as she opens her green ones. Her chin had been lifted with a cold finger belonging to a black haired boy. She gulped.

"You wanna slap me?" Jungkook whispered through a soft beam. "My bad, you looked- you look cute."

A ringing in her ears, Lola wrapped her arms around his neck and latched her lips into his to shut it down. Their breaths hitched in sync. Her fingers tangled in his hair, while his longer ones tightly squeezed her waist and pulled her against himself. Body's colliding, tongues clashing, mouths opening and closing at an increasing pace.

"I wanna-" Jungkook wanted to pull her closer, as if it was possible, "take you to my place."

She hummed into his mouth. Their kisses got sloppier by the second, while their chests heaved quicker and quicker. "Then take me."

Her ankles aching, Jungkook carried her to his car and passed every red light, jamming the gas pedal as his tires drifted with loud screeches, into the college parking lot.

Jungkook had his hand on her thigh the whole ride, and Lola and forgot to put her seatbelt on.

Impatience took over the both of them, and their lips locked before they reached his dorm room. He pressed her against the elevator doors, crotch against hers, breathy moans escaping her lips everytime he digs his teeth into her bottom lip, until the doors opened. Jungkook hadn't even looked at the buttons, and pressed all of them.

They were close to ripping each other's clothes off then and there, though neither could pull away.

It felt too similar to heroine, how quickly her lips became something he didn't want to live without anymore. "Mmmh." His brows furrowed, somehow furious, "Fuck, bunny." He scorned into her mouth, and twirled his tongue around hers, earning a whiny moan.

The elevator doors opened once more. Two college nerds stand on the other side, on their way to the library to study late at night. Their eyes widen with surprise as Jungkook pushes Lola against the wall across. Lips locked once more. "Fuck."

The study buddies got on the elevator and left the scene, while the other two stayed uttering cuss words into each other's mouth. The hallway echoed with their desperate pleads. Lola's heart threatened to explode out of her chest. "Jungkook-"

"Hm?" He whined back.

She pulled on his hair, "Your dorm."

Remembering, Jungkook lifted her feet off the floor and unlocked his dorm room. "They're prolly sleeping so be quiet." He whispered, and lost no time to attach his lips with hers again.

In the midst of a heated make-out, "What if they wake up?" Lola whispered.

Jungkook clicked his tongue and led her to his room. "They sleep heavy." He locked the door and softly pushed her on his bed. "You gotta keep quiet though."

"Mhm." She reached to pull his shirt over his head, while he slipped his hands under her dress. Nails digging into her thighs. "Jungkook-"

He closed his mouth around hers to shut her up. "Quiet." He mumbled. Eyes shut tightly, his bare chest pressing her further into the mattress, Jungkook moaned softly. "Want me to take it off?"

His fingers waited patiently by the waistband of her panties, and ripped them off the minute she gave him a hasty nod.

"Fuck." It came out as a high pitched, exuberant babble. He scorned at how wet she was. "Look at you."

She pressed her knees together, suddenly heating up. Her entire body had been covered in shivers, her mind in shambles. The kind of boy she would slap for talking, was kissing the inside of her thighs.

Her heart beated at the speed of light. Lola felt as though it had already broken out of her chest. Her ribcage tight, and her skin even tighter. She whined. "Jungkook."

"Mhm?" His deep hums vibrated against her scorching skin. Every inch of her begged for more.

"Stop teasing."

Jungkook chuckled. He squeezed her thighs and lowered his gray sweats, forcing her knees apart. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Mhm." She blushed.

He loved to tease. There was something about it. Something so powerful. Her lips grew into a smirk, pompous, too confident. As he rolled a condom over his shaft, "Huh?" Jungkook played dumb. "Watchu say?"

Lola scoffed and reached for his shoulders. "Please Jungkook." Their foreheads pressed against one another's, mouths agape, inhaling each other's breaths. Jungkook's chain dangled inches from her freckled and flushed face.

Her hair had been the flames fueling heat inside her body, she was flammable. One more kiss and she's burst into a wildfire, ready to burn everything down.

"Please what?" He pressed himself against her folds. "F'you want my dick you gotta ask nicely, bunny."

Her blood boiled, but for different reasons. Lola wanted a bullet through her brain for finding all of it attractive. All of him. "Please fuck me." She whined in whispers.

Jungkook grinned brightly. "As you wish." And pushed his lubricated shaft all the way inside her. "Fuck- you feel fuckin' good."

His bed creaked only slightly. He started slow. Quiet whimpers spilling out of her mouth, while deep moans fell out of his. He felt like heaven.

Lola was never a strong believer, never religious, and yet she was proud to announce she had been to heaven. It was him, the way he held her so delicately, yet so boldly, it was the way he forced her to look at him, and the way his eyes darkened.

"Fuck-" her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His sex appeal was not just an illusion, it was raw and real. He knew what to do, and how to do it. "Jungkook- mhhhh, that feels-"

He had almost crushed her under his weight, thought Lola would not have minded it. "Feels what? Keep talkin' to me."

"That feels good." There was a certain vocal fry to her tone, one that was a result of excessive breathing.

"Yeah?" He bit his lip and quickened his pace. The same teeth then dug into her neck. "You feel good too- oh you feel fuckin' good. Fuck."

Their whispers were not really whispers anymore. Skin slapping, sweat dripping, tongue sucking, it all roamed the atmosphere, while the city accompanied their symphony with the honks of cars, and the siren of an ambulance.

"My hair." He mumbled against her bare shoulder, "Pull on it."

So she did. Lola pulled on his short mullet, and earned a pleasurable growl.

"Atta girl." His pace quickened even more. The air around them thickened, to an almost disgustingly dense and humid point.

Their ears picked up nothing but their own sound. Therefore, neither of them had noticed the haunting tune of Julia Michael's Heaven playing softly through a speaker by the door.

"I'm cumming." Jungkook panted. He dragged his tongue from her cleavage to her bottom lip, before indulging in the sweet flavours. Trading saliva until they forgot which limb belonged to who.

She whined along. "I'm gonna-"

"Gonna cum too?"

"Mhm." Lola had never reached her climax with a guy before. She pretended, plenty of times, before going to the bathroom to finish the job, but this time it was different. The sensation made her dizzy. She smiled and arched her back skillfully. "Yes. Yes I'm gonna cum."

Their chests heaved as both of them released all their pent up libido. Choppy breaths, blurred visions, and sloppy pecks as he pulled out slowly.

Her red lipgloss was all over his mouth now.

Only then, were they able to hear the music playing. Not just music. There were giggles, and vague footsteps too.

Lola furrowed her brows. She turned to Jungkook, who had given her one last peck before getting off of her. "What's that?" She questioned worriedly.

"Gimme a sec." Jungkook rolled his eyes and pulled his boxers on. Heavy steps approaching the door, "The fuck 're yall doin' here?!"

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Dumb. Stupid. Brainless. Embarrassed. Those were just a few of the words Lola felt were appropriate to describe her current whirlwind of emotions.

Don't get it twisted. She did not regret getting her pussy beat. It had been a long time since she felt satisfied after sex. Though, it was the first time she felt like... this.

Lola did not know how to describe this. It was different. A completely new feeling. Something she did not know existed. The pit of her stomach felt like a celebration, not so much a pit. She was stripped of the void she had been carrying within herself. Like the holes in her heart were filled with caulk.

Lipgloss smudged, so-called waterproof mascara ran down her cheeks, and her curls a messy bird's-nest on her head.

However, the aftermath was... pathetic.

It was everything Lola hated. The awkward giggling, the shame, and trying to cover it up with discarded clothes. Two extra pairs of eyes gazing at her. She had not met Taehyung before, though Jin's eyes looked a little too familiar.

Just days ago, she had a panic attack in his bathroom, and tonight she had an orgasm in his friend's room. It was disconcerting, needles to say.

She knocked the door to her dorm, her heels in the other hand. When the door opened, the first thing that welcomed her was Destiny's masked face.

The dried clay mask chipping off her perplexed face, "Girly!" She gasped. Her mouth hung agape.

Behind her approached Giselle. "Lols?"

They took her in and grinned from ear to ear. Giselle could not help but laugh. "So what was it with you saying "I don't want his dick" this morning?"

While her friends teased her with cackles, Lola rolled her eyes. "Ha ha. So funny." She threw her heels aside and pushed the brick out of the bathroom door's way. "I'm gonna take a shower, and then sleep. And neither of you get to know about the amazing night I had!"

The door was shut, and the joking banging of Destiny and Giselle were overpowered by the water running. "We was kidding girl! Please give us all the deets!" Destiny pleaded through laughter.

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After Lola left, the room felt silent. A sickly silent. Jungkook took a seat on the couch across Jin and Taehyung, burying his lipstick stained face in his palms. "Why the fuck yall gotta be creepy like that?"

"Creepy?" Jin yelped loudly. "We're not the ones having sex in a shared dorm!"

Jungkook scorned. He shook his head at the older one and leaned back with his arms slouched on either side of him. He had slipped into a pair of shorts, no shirt. His silver chain blinging on his chest. "This ain't the first time... And I thought y'all was sleepin'!"

Taehyung stretched and yawned all over the leather couch. tittering as he scratched the back of his head, "I was out and when I came back, Jin hyung was listenin' at the door. 'Course I had to listen too." He shrugged.

Jungkook turned to Jin with a glare.

"I'm sorry for wanting to know why I heard applauding in my dorm?!" Jin raised his hands in protest. He was disappointed, and made sure to emphasize it between each word. "I woke up to what I thought was a standing ovation, until I realized it's my baby brother with a girl... Again."

Red. Jungkook's face was similar to Lola's hair under sunlight. He remembered it as clear as day. To change the subject at least a little, he jutted his chin at Taehyung and scorned. "And why was you playin' songs right when I'm tryna blast?"

"Just tryna set the mood." Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. He threw one leg over the other. His eyes were slowly closing, exhaustion had sat heavy on his lids. "That song hits when you go missionary. Did it help or nah?"

Jungkook could only laugh hysterically. "Whateva."

"So, she let you dick her down?" Taehyung's smirk was lazy, and haphazard, though it was enough to elicit the sort of feeling he was going for.

Side-eyeing the half-asleep kid, "That's vulgar, Tae." Jin sighed.

"Sex is vulgar."

"Pffft." Jungkook rubbed his tired eyes and pushed himself off the couch. "Yall muhfuckers got me fucked up. Imma sleep."

"Don't cuss at me!" Jin raised a stern finger, and as the youngest left for bed, "And I'm gonna need all the deets in the morning, because there's no way you didn't cast some kind of black magic on that poor girl!" He yelled after him.

Jungkook's breathy chuckles were heard on the other side of the -now- shut door.

A sigh left the oldest's mouth. "Where are the three musketeers?"

"Hobi and Yoongi hyung went back to they dorm, but the competition ban got Joon real mad, so he's still out." Taehyung mumbled in reply.

Jin's brows snapped together. "Out? He's been staying out a little too much lately." Concern laced his voice.

"He's a grown man with dick 'n balls." Taehyung argued. "It's fine."

To counter argue, "He's a grown man with unresolved traumas." Jin pointed. "And he's been drinking a lot, too."

"Been hangin' out with Jimin."

"That midget too, has unresolved traumas." Jin's worries were clear. It seemed he cared more about his friends, than they cared about themselves. "He shouldn't drink so much either."

Half-snoring, "At least he don't know 'bout Joon and his mom." Taehyung shook the sleep off his shoulders.

His entire body cringed at once. Jin shivered in his seat, and he felt as though he was melting into a puddle of guilt. "Don't remind me. I'm still mad at myself for not telling him."

"Don't. It's better if he doesn't know, trust." Taehyung's eyes were suddenly open wide. The conversation had alerted two parts in his brain. One that scared him, and another one that tugged at his heartstrings. He didn't want to keep that secret from Jimin, yet he didn't have the guts to tell him, either.

They were stuck in a loop.

Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Namjoon needs to tell Jimin, himself."

"What if we just never tell him-"

"Don't even think about it!" Jin had cut him off immediately. There wasn't much that bothered him, but lying to his brother was where he drew the line. "Jimin's our fucking brother. We can't keep something so terrible from him."

Tilting his head to the side, "Well..." Taehyung let out a high pitched sound, indicating the start of another dumb argument. "Technically it's just Joon. He's the one that's fuckin' Miss Park."

"Yet when you need help getting out of trouble, you're the first person to send Namjoon to her office." Jin raised a brow, making Taehyung's face turn an ashamed red. "We're all equally guilty."

They let out a sigh, filling the room with more silence. Only Jin's teeth chattering against his nails were heard, until he sighed again. "At least Hobi and Yoongi don't know. They're not backstabbers like us."

More silence passed. Taehyung had nearly dozed off if it wasn't for Jin's judging glare. "And why were you out so late?"

Upon his query, "Yo the fuck?" Taehyung stuttered, nervously licking his lips as he got up on a whim. "Last time I checked you wasn't my mom, damn!"

"Calm down." Jin eyed him up and down. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tapped his foot on the carpet, "I just asked a simple question."

"I wasn't doin' nothing." Taehyung gulped. "Whateva. Imma go to bed." He dragged his lazy feet across the floor and turned back one last time, "You ain't gon' sleep?"

Waving him off, "I'm gonna wait for Joon. Get lost." Jin told him.

Chortling, his boxy smile on display, "Aight. G'night mommy." Taehyung said childishly, and disappeared into his room.

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