#barest hints of smut if you call talking about hickeys smut

[artificialqueens]

(Wo)men in Glass Houses (Branjie) - Pinkgrapefruit

A/N - now my yearly october to january hibernation is over, have a fanfiction. read by ortega and jaz and quite frankly neither of them found anything glaringly wrong with it so… enjoy lads. i swear i’ll post something of more substance soon.

I’ve been sleeping late

And if I’m speaking honestly

My dreams are the only place

The thought of you can’t bother me

Vanessa is on her back - eyes piercing holes in the ceiling. It’s white, as most ceilings are, wood chipped and bumpy. There’s a coffee-coloured stain that jeeps drawing her eyes but she’s too scared to ask how it got there. If she’s honest, she doesn’t want to know.

Her bedmate is still fast asleep or is at least doing a good job of pretending, and it’s giving Vanessa too much time to think. Her immediate thought - the one that breaks through the carefully constructed walls at the edge of her mind - is how she wishes she wasn’t awake at all. She wants to be asleep again, running through the fields of spring flowers near her childhood home in Yorkshire, blissfully unaware of the mistake sleeping next to her.

She loathes to call Brooke a mistake - but there aren’t any other words.

The covers are soft between her fingertips and her pillow smells of eucalyptus and mint and it brings her back to her train of thought. They were never meant to happen. It’s simple really, the relationship was never meant to happen. They’re a square peg in a round hole who’s too ashamed to admit it and is therefore trying to pretend it doesn’t have any corners at all and the point is - they don’t fit.

Coffee and cheese. Milk and sriracha. Piers Morgan and drag queens. No entiendo por favor. 

(She truly does not understand).

They’ve been trying to change each other and like an elastic band, Vanessa just wants to snap back to how she was. She enjoyed her lazy Sundays with Riley, drowning last nights hangover in coffee just long enough to make it to brunch with Kiki and Silky. She misses her half-hearted gym sessions where she’d piss about with resistance bands and yoga balls in the studio off the side before actually doing some hip hop dancing and calling it a night. She hasn’t seen a shitty action film in months and, dare she say it, she misses bad nacho cheese.

She’s not the only one whos made ill-fated sacrifices - she can admit that - Brooke hasn’t been working late, misses her morning runs most days and only drinks chamomile when Vanessa isn’t at her house because the brunette says it smells like old people.

Drink your old people tea, Vanessa thinks in a more scathing tone than she would dare say out loud because it’s before six am and she’s in a worse mood than she thought. She looks at Brooke - her blonde hair splayed on the pillow like a halo. Fucking drink it.

And when I’m wide awake

It takes all of my energy

To tell our friends we’ve never been this happy

The thing about breakups - is if you know they’re coming, you can watch them in slow motion like a train crash. 

A’keria has been watching this one for months. 

It’s the sort of ‘watch and wait’ scenario that leaves her grabbing the popcorn and tucking herself into the sofa with a blanket her nan crocheted and she’s not mad about it. 

So she watches the relationship go up in flames and wonders how either of them thought it would be a good idea to act on the sexual tension that’s been threading around them for years and she privately thinks that maybe she should have just set Vanessa up with her sister to save the trouble. 

Because climate change has moved faster than these idiots. 

Waiting for the glass house to come down

Waiting to hear that crashing sound

Waiting for the right words to tell you how

I don’t wanna be false art

They move around each other in their perfectly choreographed morning routine - not a word is spoken but they are both fed, watered and ready to go when they need to begin their walk to the office. 

Their fingers are intertwined but it’s more of a perfunctory gesture than it used to be. Vanessa grabs Brooke’s hand somewhere between the offices for Walkers and Harveys. She always does.

With Brooke in a maxi dress, she looks more like a model than a lawyer and it allows Vanessa to exercise her possessive streak when a builder catcalls. They kiss bruisingly in the disabled stall before they head to their respective offices - frustrated before 9 am.

When A’keria asks how Vanessa is doing - she lifts the edge of her shirt to show the hickey embedded into her hip.

I’ve been making shit up

But I’ll come clean

I finish in the bathroom

While you fall asleep without me

Brooke stays in the bathroom after sex. 

She washes herself slowly and thoroughly, as though any hint of mint shampoo left on her body would be a sin. (Brooke’s shampoo is lemon because she refuses to make her hair smell like toothpaste).

She cannot deal with post-coital cuddling today - the image of another person in her bed just too much to accept in the waning light of day. So she performs her nighttime routine twice to make sure that the summer sun has set entirely by the time she is back in the bedroom. It allows her to slide under the covers in the dark and pretend she is alone - if not for the steady exhales of Vanessa.

She is not right for Vanessa. 

The brunette deserves romance and wooing and all Brooke can give is detached sex in bathrooms and bitter black coffee. 

There are things she needs to unpack. A box of memories in her wardrobe that will sting more, the longer she leaves them hidden away. 

She cannot love herself with enough fervour to love Vanessa.

They both know it. 

So she suckles bruises onto her collarbone and calls it adoration.

And our friends they say they want this

But they don’t see

That it’s inevitable

And inevitably

“God, I want what you two have. It’s practically a romcom - friends to lovers.”

It’s harmless, just Courtney simpering as she heads towards the bar set up on the corner of the room but it makes Vanessa dig her nails into her palms so hard she worries she might break the skin. 

Brooke sidles up to her - cold lithe fingers wrapping around her waist as she leans down to whisper in Vanessa’s ear. 

“Bathroom, five minutes,” she whispers and then she’s gone.

Vanessa marvels at the way people interpret things they don’t understand. To most people - the blush that’s threatening to flutter across the apples of her cheeks is in response to a declaration of love, or a flirtation between sweethearts. 

They can never know the detached but furious way Brooke will make Vanessa come undone while the brunette is leaning against the sink - faucet poking into the small of her back. The way she will nip red marks into the flesh of her inner thigh and then later into her bottom lip - Vanessa’s tongue carrying out its own assault on Brooke’s mouth.

For all the ways the forced romance has ruined them  - the sexual tension is as thick as the day they first met.

The glasshouse to come down

Just waiting to hear that crashing sound

Waiting for the right words to tell you how

I don’t wanna be false art

Like a fairytale - their eyes met across a crowded room and that was it.

That is, of course, a lie - but it’s how they tell it.

In reality, Brooke had just moved to London from Devon and she’s booked an interview at the firm Vanessa worked HR for. Vanessa took her paperwork, A’keria noticed the spark, Brooke got the job.

They mistook sexual chemistry for romance and by the time they’d figured it out they were four months into a relationship of convenience.

Vanessa has always thought that friends with benefits was a ridiculous arrangement but men in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones and isn’t this just the kind of relationship she always scorned. 

Acquaintances that share bodily fluids, a bed and invites to dinner. Someone to share secrets with and hold hands on the way to work. Someone to watch sleep in the early hours of the morning and cuddle you when you’re drunk and lonely. 

Vanessa is, too often, drunk and lonely.

It’s a habit she intends to break.

Pretend we’re picture perfect

When we’re breaking beneath the surface

I don’t wanna be false art

They break up on a Sunday and finally, Vanessa can agree it’s a day of peace.

It can hardly be considered a breakup from her perspective - the only emotions left to untangle are Vanessa’s towards Brooke’s cats. It’s cold, clean and incredibly reminiscent of Brooke herself - cold, clean, perfect. 

Icy.

In a twenty minute sweep of her apartment - every hint of the tall blonde is gone. 

Make love like we deserve it

To cover up what’s hurting

I don’t wanna be false art

She makes a cup of coffee, inhaling the scent that reminds her so vividly of university and youth, and drinks it by her window. She plays her music loud.

She refuses to have any regrets.

I don’t wanna be false art

#rpdr fanfiction #pinkgrapefruit #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #akeria davenport #angst #song fic #lesbian au #(wo)men in glass houses #barest hints of smut if you call talking about hickeys smut #look im not here to cheer you up #my triumphant return is a songfic about branjie being unhappy #its like i never left #thanks V (you’re a legend) #concrit welcome #(how I've missed you and your tags...xoxo -v) #submission

[jjungkooksthighs]

Edacity | jjk (m)

Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader

 Genre: platter of smut, the barest hint of fluff and the tiniest garnishment of angst / nonidol!au / college!au

 Rating: 18+ / nsfw

 Word Count: 8.2k

 Summary: After a rough day at college in your biochemistry class, you come home to your boyfriend, who is sweetly making you dinner. In his efforts to help calm you down, he only riles you up when you realize that it’s not the food you’re hungry for…it’s him.  

 Warnings: dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, lots of dirty talk (let’s face it I love that shit), praising, fingering, grinding, fellatio (cock sucking), cock worship (just a smidge), unprotected sex (reader has a birth control implant in her arm but Koo doesn’t like condoms, so yeah), breast/nipple play, nipping, marking via hickeys, sucking, pussy stretching, rough and possessive sex, begging, muscle kink, scratching, precum play if that’s a thing, manhandling, pinning down, cursing, wet and messy sex (kind of), degradation kink (koo calls you a slut a couple times but that’s about it), size kink, hair pulling

 A/N: This fic is brought to you by 201008 Jungkook from the “Savage Love” video he posted. I saw it, got horny and then wrote this filth. Blame him for this, not me. Also, please let me know what you guys think. Your feedback means more to me than you know. Tagging @nervouskiwi​ , @tricethecharm​ and @nightshadevinter​ per their request! 

The door to your apartment opens and shuts with a heaved sigh from you as you drop your bag to the floor with a thump, the day’s toil stemming from an unhelpful and unknowledgeable lab partner finally taking its toll on you while you rub your eyes as if to clear away the sight of the freshman boy who’d stared dumbly at the temperature probe and gas pressure sensor before asking you which was which in your biochemistry class. After that, he’d proceeded to clumsily knock over the catalase solution you were meant to measure enzyme activity with on several occasions in his ceaseless cloddishness.

 Even your professor had not noticed your lab partner’s negligence despite the seven times that you’d had to go procure a new vial of solution from the back of the classroom and when you’d asked to just do the lab alone upon finding out that your lab companion didn’t even know how to work the magnetic stirrer, your teacher still had not yielded to your plea. You had ended up doing all of the work and your efforts had gone entirely unnoticed to all but yourself. Well, almost everyone.

 “Bad day?” The mellifluous voice of your boyfriend of three years wafts over to your ears and you don’t have to open your eyes to know he’s in the kitchen directly to your left, your body instinctively wanting to seek the comfort of his warm embrace after such a long day. The sound of him already has the agitation crumbling, his voice the music to your ears that you are sure you will never tire of.

 “Terrible,” you whine, “my professor paired me with someone that didn’t even know what the equipment we were using was called. I had to do all the work.”

 “Aww…I’m sorry to hear that. Come here, babe. I’ll make it all better, yeah?” He asks.

 Your body is already moving at that and there’s the distinct clinking of a utensil against cookware that dots the space of your shared apartment. When you breathe in the succulent smell of sundubu-jjigae (one of your favorites of his) the earlier irritation is drawn away as you take in the aroma that has your stomach rumble tellingly in hunger. You really hadn’t been in want of food before you walked in, so now you’re not sure if it’s the dinner that has you craving or if it’s the person that made it.

  Wanting to look upon the source of the delicatessen, you open your eyes to find your boyfriend who is already gazing softly at you while he-with one occupied and tattooed hand-attends to the stew and it is as if the frustration is drained from you immediately as you drink in the sight of domesticity.

 His hair has been drawn up in a manbun that would be an instant panty-dropper if he went outside right now with the way that he’s left some of his chocolate brown fringe to frame each side of his face. It is wavy with the water from the shower he must’ve taken in the way that it darkly curves to the sides along his eyes and that alone has you suck in a breath. You let your eyes trail downward, your own malnourishment throughout the day causing familiar hungry desire to begin to pool heatedly within you at the visage of the black pajamas you’d bought for him a week ago after he’d ripped his previous pair apart in one particular voracious spur of energy to hastily plunge himself into the silken depths of your pussy. The striped shirt he now wears is open deliciously into a perfect ‘V’ shape that boasts the luscious expanse of his chest all the way down before tortuously stopping at the crest before his navel. He wears the matching pair of pants, their length giving a salacious view of his calves that you are sure the gods themselves must have had a hand in crafting.

  In the dimmed light of the kitchen, you can see the shadows that curl temptingly around his abdominals, your fingers inadvertently twitching against your sides in your want to touch, to feel him again.

 You know from experience how defined his chest is. You know how hot his skin is against your fingers. You know the bliss his body grants, for he has reminded you timelessly in the way that his perfect cock finds its dwelling in the wet warmth of either your mouth or your pussy as he brings you to paradise. You’re quite sure that you’ll never be able to sate yourself of him, the memory of him driving his cock into you from this morning bringing a familiar wave of desire to wash over you. You’d left him on the bed with a hardened cock after round two upon deciding to ride his thigh, thoughts of his pleading words and strained expression living in your thoughts all day long in your decision to punish him for grinding his cock into your ass so early into the morning.

 Usually he wouldn’t have gone so easy on you, but after all your texts throughout the day that were telling of your stresses, he couldn’t find it in himself to discipline you. Wanting to ensure that you felt better, he had decided to wait. After all, patience was a virtue, as you had told him before.

 Before you know it, you’re standing before him, one of his arms winding around you to pull you close as you let your irises dip from his eyes to those lips of his that must’ve been created by the devil himself in how they tempt you. Your boyfriend watches with interest, arousal coloring him internally when you look back up at him, your eyes beginning to cloud over in lust as you slide your hand down the sliver of his chest that he’s left uncovered for you. His skin receives you as if it had been waiting for this very moment, his muscles flexing proudly as you stroke the heated skin with appreciation. He’s more taut than usual under your touch which means he must have gotten back from the gym some time ago in the way that his muscles are tightly tensed from such use.

 It is that thought that has you press your lips to his in a heated kiss, your tongue sliding through his parted lips to kittenishly lick along the roof of his mouth to earn a groan from him, the sound caught between your lips and travelling with sonic speed right down to your pussy. He takes control when you try to wrap your tongue around his, the hot muscle plunging straight into your mouth as the other hand he’d been using to stir the stew abandons its earlier movements to find purchase on your ass as he squeezes you firmly between his fingers. When you disconnect, it is with a pant after the breath he has stolen from you.

 You breathe, “You’ve already made it better, Kookie, but do you want to know something?” You question as you bring your lip between your teeth, enjoying the way his eyes fix on that action as the inklings of desire begin to manifest in his eyes, in the way the soft exterior he’d been showing earlier begins to melt into something darker and far more primal under your attention.

 “Tell me, baby,” He husks as you close one hand around the silk of his shirt to bunch the fabric between your fingers as you dare to unearth the heated skin of his left pectoral, “If this is how you’re going to greet me, I would very much like to know.”

 When your mouth descends upon him to give soft, featherlight kisses along the line of his exposed chest, you manage to utter between them, “I bet the food you made for us is delicious, but the only thing I want to taste right now-” you peer up at him through a fan of dark lashes “-is you. You’re the only one who can give me what I really crave.”

 Your boyfriend’s eyes darken instantly at that, his other hand finding its place along your ass and you need no instruction to wrap your legs around him as he lifts you like you’re a feather only to prop you back down on the cold, hard countertop as he growls, “What a needy little girl you are. Didn’t have enough of this cock this morning, huh? God, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?”

 He lowers his head and you instinctively bare your neck for him, your legs spreading so he can step between them as you let your head fall back while one of his hands is already there to cup your nape in his effort to hold you there. You both keep your eyes locked on each other the whole time, desire burgeoning to life wildly within you as he peers at you with a hooded gaze while he moves torturously slow to where you want him and finally, finally, his lips find their home in a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive spot on right under your ear. 

The warmth of his mouth has you gasp, your back straightening as one of your hands finds purchase in his hair to coax him downward as you mewl, “Yes, Kookie…yes. I’m only a slut for you. It’s only ever been you.”

 You hastily unbutton his shirt while he lets you and instantly you’re salivating at the perfect canvas of him that is presented to you as the offending piece of clothing is pushed off his shoulders. Your palms, magnetized to him, splay over his abs, catching on the ridges of the defined set of muscles as they jump excitedly under your touch while you trail your hands upward. He sighs in satisfaction against your skin when the pads of your fingertips graze his dark nipples and you nearly coo at the sound of that alone.

 “That’s right, Y/N. No one else makes you this desperate, huh?”  He manages between kisses.

 You nod as much as you can in this position and you feel the way his lips turn upward in a smirk borne of the boost to his ego, his lips descending down the column of your neck in a wet trail and it is when he gets to the jugular notch between your collarbones that he presses the wet, heated muscle of his tongue to the delicate skin there that you keen, your fingers curling inward within his hair as he hisses at the pull and in punishment, nips you there. 

You are utterly powerless to stop your juices from collecting along your folds that you know is going to ruin your underwear. Without thinking, your hips begin to search for friction and you grind against him, the warm bulge of his member hardening under your ministrations.

 “A-ah, Kookie, please.” You beg for his mercy and his grin deepens as both of his hands run down your clothed arms. His mouth continues to trail across the sliver of skin over your shoulders and when his hands make another pass upward along you, you watch the way that his brows scrunch together as if disturbed by something and suddenly his devilish mouth is gone. The unforgiving cold is left in his absence and you whine at his loss, not understanding why he has stopped.

 Both of his hands settle on the countertop to either side of you as he leans forward, his tongue hotly poking against his cheek in a sight that only makes you wetter when his eyes narrow, “You smell different. Why?”

 Your boyfriend has always had a sensitive nose, but right now, you’re hardly in the mindset to think about what it is that he’s disgruntled about as you whimper, “Kook, I was doing a lab and dealing with chemicals. That’s all, okay?”

 You watch his fingers curl inward until they’re white with how hard he’s gripping the marble, his jaw setting as he hisses, “This morning you left smelling like me after I fucked you,” he grasps your chin with one hand, “Now you smell like someone else. Explain or you will get none of this cock that I know you want so bad.”

 You try to think past the haze of desire, you really do, but all you can do is blink owlishly as you try to navigate the sea of want for him that has filled your mind. Under his piercing gaze, you’re frozen in place and you swallow thickly to manage the only answer that your mind can supply with a stammer, I-I… It was my lab partner,” you watch his expression begin to contort in anger and before he can sink further into the emotion, you put both hands to either side of his face in effort to keep his attention on you, “He kept brushing against me when I was doing measurements for the assignment, Jungkook. It was nothing. He is nothing to me. I promise.”

 You hadn’t really thought of the implications of the first thing that you’d said, but you could see the momentary fury that had begun to color his very irises and wanting to quell it, you urge him close, your hands falling to rest on his chest as you plead with your eyes for him to understand. You both have been together three years and deep down, your boyfriend knows you would never betray him like that, but the lion of possession within him had roared loudly and there was little he could do to quiet it without the reassurance you had been so quick to feed it with.

 Before you have time to process anything, your shirt has been torn from your body and lands somewhere behind you, but you have no care for that right now. Instead, your focus is on Jungkook, the anger that had begun to set in his irises overtaken by something far more carnal as he orders, “Get on your knees, Y/N. I think you need to be punished for letting someone else touch what isn’t theirs. You’re mine,” he boldly wraps a hand around each breast to give a harsh squeeze, “show me you can be a good girl and suck me off until all you know is the feeling of me on your tongue.”

 His words have fresh arousal depositing itself between your thighs and with a submissive nod, your body obeys. He watches you with a darkened, lustful gaze as you lower yourself to the hardwood floor, your hands still by your sides while your boyfriend, all in one go, sheds his matching pajama pants until they puddle along his feet abandonedly. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, muscled thighs that you’ve fucked yourself on more times than you count, but your salivary glands do not fully exert themselves in hunger until your irises trail up to the thick shaft that arches deliciously upward as a constellation of veins scale along it all the way up the bulbous head that is already wet with precum. His tip rests artfully along his abdominals in some kind of lewd painting brought to life that you could stare forever and a day at, a whine coming from your lips as you lick them.

 Your boyfriend watches with interest as you ogle him and when he sees the pink of your tongue draping itself sinfully against his lip, he declares, “If you don’t get your mouth on me right now, baby, I’m going to fuck your face later, yeah?”

 That one has you moaning in thought, your boyfriend’s lips turning up in a smirk as you quickly lean forward, both hands trailing slowly up his legs and compressing around the thick, corded muscle as you do. When your hands find his member, you lightly run the tips of your fingers over his aching dick, the veins there throbbing energetically at your touch. He groans at that and then one of your hands encircles itself over his base where you gently squeeze the half of him that your fingers can reach, your other hand curling around him and stroking up and down as he grunts in pleasure, his eyes screwing shut.

 You swallow with some effort when your thumb runs over his slit to collect more of his fluid before swathing it along his glans as you ready him for your mouth. He’s already substantially hard, but you have no doubt that he will become even more so when you finally do suck him off. He really does have the world’s most perfect dick and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a thicker, bigger and better one than his. 

Granted, you’ve only ever actually seen and felt his, but you have never had a wish to have anyone else’s. You couldn’t possibly have room to want anything else when he fills you so deliciously, when he fits inside you like he was made for you.

 “Such a nice, pretty cock, Kookie…thank you for letting me have it,” you praise.

 As you bring him toward your waiting mouth, you blow out a puff of air to have him suck in a breath, his jaw clenching as one hand finds itself in your hair to guide you forward. With one final look up to his face, you take him into your mouth to watch his face contort into an expression of pleasure, his eyebrows scrunched together and his hair veiling his face to the point where you can only see his eyes based on the glint in each iris that flashes erotically at you as he takes a stuttered breath. 

Your walls clench contract around nothing as his member fills the wet cavern of your mouth while you try to take him as far as you can. Even like this, your hand still holds his base in his profound length despite the fact that you’ve gotten him as far your throat will allow.

 You’ve deep-throated him many times in the bliss that you have discovered you can grant him and now will be no different. There is nothing that you enjoy more than knowing that you alone can give him pleasure.

 When you’ve fitted him inside your mouth a little bit more, that’s when you run your tongue along his length before sucking, your cheeks hollowing out as you do. Your boyfriend’s fingers tighten in your hair as he growls, “Yeah, that’s it, baby. God, you’re so perfect for me. That little mouth takes me so fucking well.”

 You swallow around him, drawing him deeper into your throat as you all but guzzle him in your ministrations. He leaves a salty taste on your tongue in the precum that you collect and you can’t say you don’t fucking love the taste of him. You hungrily slide your tongue over his slit before kittenishly licking along the sides, a guttural moan tearing itself from the recesses of his body as he bucks under your ministrations.

 When your boyfriend opens his eyes to peer down at you, it’s enough to have his cock throb inside your wet warmth. The way that his cock disappears beyond the cradle of your lips is sin itself, but the way that you stare heatedly at him with desire simmering hotly in those irises of yours…Jungkook thinks if eroticism had a picture, you would be it right now. 

He’s just hit the back of your throat and because of that, drool has begun to pool along the sides of your mouth and fondness floods him at the sight, his thumb brushing away the spit only to lather it over your lips as he croons, “Look at my beautiful, messy girl starting to fall apart on my cock. Fuck, you’re so good for me, Y/N. Such an obedient little girl,” you suction your mouth intensely around him at that, “Think you can take me farther? I bet you can fit all of me down that tight throat of yours if you really try.”

 His praises have your walls fluttering around nothing as you engulf him impossibly farther into your mouth with another swallow, the wet slurping sounds of your ministrations filling the room as he starts to massage your head through tightened fingers that pull at the roots of it. You inhale through your nose, unable to any longer breathe through your mouth through the cock that blocks your airway and in one fluid motion, you press forward and try, but fail, not to gag around him as his dick sinks further into your throat.

 Tears instantly threaten to fall from your eyes as they water, your vision becoming blurry as you sputter against his dick. The sensation of your throat closing around him earns a hiss as he responsively thrusts his cock into you, unable to stop himself from chasing his pleasure.

 You let him fuck your mouth, enjoying the sounds of rapture that tumble freely from his mouth and content in the knowledge that you are able to gift him this euphoria. Tears are quick to fall from your eyes as you suckle him, the wide girth of him easily hitting your gag reflex in the back of your throat as you trail your tongue along the underside of his shaft while you slacken your jaw to ease his access.

 Your boyfriend coos while he watches your tits rise and falls with the efforts of your breaths, “Such beautiful tits, baby. If you hadn’t been a bad girl earlier today, maybe I could have used them as a cocksleeve. I bet you would have liked that, too, you dirty slut.” 

 You preen at his words with a moan, the vibrations of that heightening his pleasure and it is when you slide a free hand under him to grasp and fondle his balls that are extremely full in the seed that aches with need to be released that he grunts with fervor and when you roll them in your hands like dice before you gently run the pads of your fingers over them, he throws his head back, his mouth parting as he drives his cock into you one more time. With how far down his cock hits at your larynx now, you can’t see him any longer through the blurred vision as tears stream down your cheeks while you cry out his name.

 “Fu-fuck, baby. I can’t l-last much longer if you keep doing that. You really love this cock, don’t y-you? Tell me how much you love it. I w-wanna hear it with my cock in your mouth.” He manages through labored breaths.

 You hum in agreeance, the burn of his dick inherently insistent as he moves and the vibrations your sound makes has his cock throbbing dangerously as it begins to swell in warning of his impending end. He’s so hard already and your pussy aches to receive him, your walls contracting around nothing at the feel of his hot member between your lips.

 “I love it, Kookie. I love it so much. Love how big you are.” You splutter despite the very large dick currently nestled between your lips.

 You make a point to show him by swiveling your hand around what little of him is beyond the reaches of your mouth at this point while your other hand drags itself downward from his balls to rub at his perineum. That one has his back bowing inward, his fingers fisting in your hair as he groans and you can feel how his cock pulses in warning of his climax that you cannot wait to taste the fruits of as you flick your tongue along his length once, twice and then three times before suddenly, with a guttural sound, his fist pulls at your hair roughly to effectively extricate himself from your mouth as he breathes laboriously above you.

 You both watch as your spittle clings to his cock in a thin line in its attempts to remain connected to him until it sadly breaks off and away. You whimper at the loss of him, blinking up at him far too innocently for someone that just had a dick rammed down their throat and you watch the way his eyes flash cravingly at you only to rub your neglected thighs together in search of some friction.

 “As good as that was, baby,” he lowers himself down to your level to wipe away the tears that had collected along the sides of your face as he darkly declares, “there’s somewhere else that I want to cum in today and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

 You nod without a thought, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and lift you with ease until you’re splayed out on your back for him along the countertop that is mercifully long enough to support your torso. Your legs dangle precariously off the edge, but they never reach the floor and like this, you’re granted an unfettered view of him, his now engorged dick standing to attention along his abdominals and when you peer up at his blown out irises, you release a shaky sigh in anticipation as he licks his lips like you’re a meal he’s about to fucking devour.

 “You know, I wanted to eat you out, baby. I really did,” he husks as he steps forward between your legs that you part in invitation, “but you sucked me off so good that now all I can think about is ramming this cock into you so hard that you won’t remember anything but my name and getting my fill of you until you milk me fucking dry, Y/N.”

 Arousal ignites within you at that and you pleadingly implore, “I want you to do that, gods, I do, but first, Kook…kiss me. Please, kiss me. After that, you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”

 You don’t know how you find yourself wanting even more of him, but you do. His mouth, you are sure, is the work of an incubus in the way that it can work sinfully against you. The words that tumble from them light the fires of desire within you and just want to feel the warmth of his lips again, honestly. 

 He arches a brow at this as he leans over you, one hand finding purchase along your waist as he rasps, “You want me to taste myself, baby? Is that it?”

 You can tell by the lilt in his voice that he’s playing with you and you already know this is a game he will ultimately lose, for you have a trick up your sleeve that he forever and always falls for. You let your hand slither along your body, your index finger dipping between your wet folds while he watches with a hooded gaze as you bring your soiled hand to your lips to dapple your essence over them like a lewd lipstick before you angle your chin up invitingly to beseech, “Won’t you taste me, Kookie? Don’t you want to taste us? Please,” you whine,” all I want is a kiss. No one...no one kisses me like Jeon Jungkook. Please, Kookie. I want your mouth so bad.”

 Your boyfriend brings his lip between his teeth at that as he lowers himself down to your level, his sinful irises burning heatedly into your skin as he utters, “That’s it, baby. I love it when you beg for me. So fucking hot.”

 With that, his lips descend over your own, your arms wrapping around him as you mewl into his mouth. He consumes you and drinks from you like you’re his last means of sustenance, his lips capturing yours in voraciousness as his tongue runs boldly along them in quick movements of possession before he’s sliding the wet muscle everywhere he can reach in his mission to claim the depths of your wet cavern. He can taste the remnants of himself on your tongue and with the sweet juices of your sex that you’d lathered over your lips, it’s a combination he has come to thoroughly enjoy the taste of in how well flavor of you both coalesce into something so tangy.

When he’s satisfied with his mapping of your mouth, he draws your lower lip between his teeth before suckling the tender flesh to have you gasp at the sensation.

 Distracted by that alone, you do not notice the hand of his that isn’t currently attached to your waist that snakes slowly downward to slip with ease under your grey sweatpants and between the silk panties that cover your womanhood. Your breath hitches upon the sensation of his long, tattooed fingers dragging themselves against your slit and you’re not surprised at the generous collection of your juices that make his digits glide along your folds, but he hiss he makes is delicious when he curses, “Fuck, Y/N. You’re this wet when I haven’t even touched you? God, you really are a slut for me, huh?”

 With one hand, you entangle your fingers along the hair at the nape of his neck as you breathe, “Only for you, Jungkook. This is all for you.”

 He plunges one finger inside you at your response and immediately sibilates at the way that your wet warmth welcomes his digit enthusiastically and energetically. With as wet as you are, you know that you will have no problem taking him, the considerable amount of slick between your legs tangible evidence of your need to receive and welcome him into your sex. It takes no time at all for him to add a second finger, one thumb rubbing at your clit as you moan his name, your eyes falling shut as under his ministrations. Warm waves of heat fall over you under his touch and you bask in his avid attention. Without extricating his hand from your pussy, he orders, “Take off your pants, baby. I want to see this pretty cunt while I fuck it.”

 You heed his command, one hand disconnecting from around his neck to hurriedly discard your pants and underwear along the floor in one fell swoop as your boyfriend’s hungry irises flick downward to feast upon the visage of your dripping cunt. Something about the way that his fingers disappear into your wet depths transfixes him, the squelching sounds that your pussy makes going straight to his core as arousal flares within him. Wanting to prepare you for him as thoroughly as he can, he continues to swirl his fingers over your clit in measured circles before the two fingers he’s got inside you curl inward in a come hither motion. The sensation has you throwing your head back, a stuttered cry coming from your lips as your fingers tighten in his hair and your unoccupied hand latches onto his strong bicep in search of something, anything to cling to.

 His vision darts upward to your face to catch your expression shift to one of pleasure under his touch, thick and heavy desire for you demandant in its need that manifests in the ache of his cock that pulses with need to find its home within your silken walls. He yearns for you so much now that it’s almost painful to bear it when the source of his relief is only a few inches away and, distantly, he thanks the gods above that you’d gotten a birth control implant before you’d both become intimate for there is no greater heaven, he is sure, than when he is burrowing his cock into you velveteen walls and finishing there where he belongs.

 He lowers himself to your ear, his warm breath pebbling your skin as he husks, “What do you want me to do to you, baby? Do you want this? Or,” you whimper loudly when his fingers are pulled from your pussy only to hitch your breath upon the hot, hard member he is quick to slide against your generously lubricated folds, the edges of him torturously dragging just above your waiting slit as he smirks darkly, “do you want my fat cock? Fuck, you really just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

 You mewl when he takes your earlobe between his teeth, his tip brushing along the tender bundle of nerves along your clit, words escaping you beyond his name as you manage, “Jungkook.”

 You watch as he angles himself along your sopping entrance, the continued sweep of his dick across your folds an erotic sight that has heat lather itself like honey over your core as you wrap your legs around him in answer. Words elude you like your mind is caught in his maze and with every stroke of his cock between your sensitive labia, your mind is brought to a dead-end that you have the truest of troubles navigating.

 Your boyfriend takes your silence as disobedience, both hands laying possessively over pierces you with his commanding gaze, “I asked a question, baby. I require an answer if you want to get fucked,” he punctuates this to mercilessly poke his tip against your entrance while squirm against him, “Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want or else I’m going to tie you up and leave you crying for me on our bed while you get to watch me finish myself off with my own hand.”

 His words have fresh arousal depositing itself within your folds as you mewl, but under his ministrations that have him running his cock along your sex, his dick catches your newly released taint when you wrap your legs around him in your effort to encourage him inside and he hisses at the sensation as your labia embrace and enfold around his member as he squeezes your sides tight enough that there will be marks there tomorrow in the shape of his fingertips.

“Tell me now, Y/N, or you’re going to be punished. You’ve been so good, baby. Do you really want to be naughty now?” He rasps as he uses the grip he has on your hips to pull you even closer, the promise of sin flashing dangerously in his eyes through the fringe that falls along them.

 Powerless to resist his demand, you submissively whisper, “Want …want your big cock. Want you to fuck me so good with it that I can’t walk and for you to paint my pussy with your seed. God, Jungkook, I want you so much right now. Can I please, please have your cock inside me?”

 Your boyfriend leans up to tower imposingly and commandingly over you, excitement flourishing within you in the anticipation of what he’s about to do to you as he smirks while he angles himself toward your entrance and with a flick of a dark brow, he warns, “Prepare yourself, baby, because I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m going to fucking ruin you because that’s what you deserve for getting me so fucking hard for you, (Y/N).”

 That is all the caution he gives you before, all in one go, he propels his length inside you with a sharp thrust of his hips. You moan as he enters you and he doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed within you, his tip just barely missing the cluster of nerves hidden within your center as your mouth parts in an ‘o’ shape.

 Your walls greet him eagerly and envelop him with fervor only to cause him to groan, “Fuck, baby. How are you still this tight after I fucked your little cunt this morning and last night?”

 Lost in the sensation of him buried within you, you can’t find the words to answer him when he starts to impel himself into you without abandon, his irises glazing over in desire as he chases his pleasure. Like this, his bangs hang heavily over him and flit back and forth frenziedly in his ministrations, but you can see his eyes in their entirety now and their darkness seeps straight into your core in the lust that simmers there.

 Captured in his consuming gaze, you notice the way that his irises dip from your own to the neglected breasts that bounce in the jostling movement he wracks on you, heat licking up your spine when you watch the tip of his pink tongue hungrily dart across his lips to wet them. Before you realize what’s happened, his hot mouth is upon one of your mounds, his lips suctioning your tit against him with avid voracity as he leaves a purple petal to blossom there under his ministrations. It joins the myriad of others that he’s left from your previous couplings like brands over your skin and you relish in the new addition that marks you as his.

 “Shit, I love your tits so much. So soft and warm in my mouth. You really do have the most beautiful breasts, baby.” he mutters as you close your eyes at the sensation of him on you, your fingers leaving their own claim on him as you claw your nails down his back while he pounds into you with vigor. He seems to approve with the way that he speeds his movements like the rabbit he reminds of while in some kind of heat. You throw your head back when his velvety lips enclose around your areola, his hot tongue flicking against your pert nipple unrelentingly as you buck underneath him with a weak, broken mewl. The sinful chuckle that erupts from him is felt before it is heard, the deep thrum of the vibrations dripping right through you and straight to your core that clenches around him in response.

 “Please…” You breathe out the only word that can come to mind through the haze of hormones that now cloud your vision.

 When you sink one hand into his locks once more to pull at his hair, he makes a sound of disapproval,  blown irises heating you like a furnace as he focuses his sight on you when he growls, “I’m not done yet, Y/N. I’m going to suck these pretty nipples of yours until they’re  fucking swollen because of me. These,” he blows a warm puff of air against the sensitive areola of your left tit,” are mine. You need to be reminded of that.”

 You whimper at that, his other hand palming at your other breast while he rolls your nipple with practiced ease between his fingers. When he punctuates a particularly acute slam of his hips into you with a long, wetted lick of his tongue in a stripe over your engorged bud, that’s what has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you wail, his dick hitting your g-spot with precision that tears the sound from your throat in the way that he pairs it with an agonizingly delicious ministration of his tongue.

 He suckles you through it all and when the warmth of his mouth finally leaves you, your breast is freed from him with a ‘pop’ from between his lips and don’t see the way that he’s painted you with his spit, nor the way that he peers longingly at the engorged, abused nipple he’s left in his wake before he’s moving to the other to latch onto your neglected tit like a newborn trying to coax the life-giving essence of milk from you. You cry out when he decides to nip at you, the hand that he’s left on your hip gripping you roughly in effort to keep you in place against his fierce thrusts of his hips inside you.

 Before long, you feel your nipple harden under his ministrations and with a groan, he releases you from his mouth only to rise and watch your freshly marked breasts move laboriously up and down in your strained breaths, the gleam of his spit shining prominently under the dimmed lights in the kitchen. Your neck is arched back and your eyes are screwed shut in the picture of submission as you let him use you for his pleasure while he continues to pound into you with the strength of an ox every single time.

 You feel fingers grasping your chin to urge you to angle your chin downward as he commands, “Look at me, Y/N. When you’re getting fucked by me, you’re going to watch me and keep those pretty eyes on me so you can burn it into that head of yours that there’s only one man who can make you feel this good.”  

 If you weren’t panting before, you surely are now as your body heeds his demand, his words playing you like an instrument as heat coils heavily in your core as you take him in cravingly while he coos, “That’s a good girl. So obedient.”

  He’s leaning above you now, the muscles of his chest flexing and contracting as he rolls his hips piercingly into you to hit just the right spot time and time again, euphoria steadily building each time. His hair, from all of your attention, is mussed and somehow the man bun he’d been sporting before is looser to allow more of his chocolate tresses to frame his face, his lips reddened from lavishing on your breasts. Sweat sluices his skin everywhere, which somehow makes him even more irresistible as you urge him down for another kiss.

 He denies you at first, deciding to smirk cockily as he angles his head and in the movement, you notice the attractive tint of rosiness to his cheeks in the blood that has rushed there through his earlier efforts as he clucks his tongue, “Words, baby. Use that mouth of yours and maybe you’ll get what you want.”

 You whine as he rams into you, your vision jerking upward as you wrack your brain to formulate some kind of response through the sea of lust that resides there now. Somehow, you manage, “I-I want another kiss.”

 His fingers sink deeper into your waist as he prods, “Yeah? Where do you want my mouth, angel?”

 In answer, you take the hand he isn’t holding you with, your digits wrapping around his index finger as you bring it to your mouth to breathe, “Here,” you lower your joined hands in a slow trail down your throat that contradicts the rapid thrusts he impels you with,” here,” you drag his hand through the valley of your breasts until it’s splayed possessively over your stomach, “and here. I want you everywhere, Kookie. Please.”

 Your boyfriend licks his lips as he lowers himself down once more to your level as he husks, “Fuck, the things that you do to me, baby. You’ll get what I decide to give you, yeah?”

 His mouth descends upon you in a French kiss that puts others to shame, his traitorous tongue leaving no part of your mouth untouched and wrapping possessively around your own in a show of dominance that you have no wish to resist. He presses his lips insistently over yours, consuming you in his wet heat that you relinquish your own mouth to. The hand that had been draped along your side before slides along your waist to relish in your contours, his other hand moving behind your head to hold you there as he drinks his fill of you.

 When he breaks for air, you’re breathing heavily and he gives you no time to recover before heavy, lingering kisses are rained down along your jawline and then he’s descending like a stream down the frontal column of your previously marked throat from last night’s exploits with him. He lathers his mouth over you in open-mouthed kisses, his tongue brushing over your sensitive skin while he keen, your back arching up and into him as you press your naked chest against his own to earn a hiss from him while he continues to pound into you relentlessly.

 His name leaves your lips in a stuttered breath, “Jungkook.”

 Your boyfriend croons, “Be good for me and take it, baby. If you do, I’ll let you cum around my cock.”

Your feel your core tighten and clench compactly around him when his mouth trickles down between your breasts, adding a few more hickeys on the way so that there are now entire constellations of his marks in mottled purples and reds all along your body. When he manages to get to your stomach, that’s when he administers a closed-mouthed kiss that is made domineering by the way his irises peer hotly at you before he parts his lips to lick heatedly above the area of your navel as you whimper out.

 With his face inches from your own, you can see the blown out irises that stare hungrily at you, your gaze thirsting to drink him in as the sounds of your coupling fill your ears. With every roll of his hips into you, his balls slap against your pussy mercilessly in combination with the lewd squelches his dick makes as it drives itself into you without pause. 

He rams into you now with the might of ten men, your core tightening around him as he groans in his ministrations. He pulls you into him with the hand that is wrapped around your side, your moans joining his when the hand he’d been holding your head with snakes heavily down your body in a hot trail from your neck and then down to your abdomen before stopping torturously just before your glistening folds. 

 You wrap your fingers around his wrist to urge him where you need him most as you breathe, “C-close, Kookie. I’m almost there. Please, let me cum.”

 Your walls are beginning to tense around him with your impending end and he knows how to play your body like an instrument to get it to sing the tune he wants. He watches you plead with your eyes imploringly at him while he denies you what he knows you want most, instead choosing to plunge himself inside you especially hard to cause you to cry out. There is nothing quite like your pussy, nothing quite like the way that you suck him in and refuse to let him go until you’ve ensured that he has released inside you like an uncontrollable pubescent boy learning how to come for the first time.

 You make him ravenous and in that appetence, the ambrosia that is you is a delicacy he will never grow tired of. So, he indulges in you and lets himself enjoy your sweet depths for as long as he can until you’re screaming nothing but his name in your need to come undone, your thighs trembling from under him as you curl your fingers unyieldingly around his wrist.

 He finally obliges you, his thumb pressing deeply down onto your clit as you wail in pleasure before he’s quickly drawing figure-eight patterns along the bundle of nerves as he pistons in and out of you deliciously. Your walls begin to quiver with your oncoming end and knowing this, your boyfriend stares zealously at you to darkly command, “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cream all over this cock that you love so much.”

 It takes one final slam of his hips into you to have his cock bury itself so deep inside your pussy that it perfectly presses against your g-spot while his fingers rapidly attend to your clit before your body instinctively heeds his order, spots erupting behind your eyelids as thousands of tiny, warm presses inside your sex signal your orgasm while you throw your head back, your eyes still locked on him as your mouth parts and you shriek his name out for the entire apartment complex to hear as your climax explodes with the intensity of a firecracker within you.

 He groans at that to utter, “That’s right, baby. Let everyone know who has fucked you so good. Tell them all who owns you.”

 Your walls flutter and spasm deliciously around him and your boyfriend grunts at the sensation, loving the way you wrap around him like your pussy was made for this and before he knows it, he’s throbbing and following behind you with his own release as he colors your walls with his creamy seed in violent, energetic bursts.

 “Mine. You’re mine,” he repeats over and over as you both ride out your orgasms.

 You wrap your arms tighter around him to give him a light peck along his jaw as you say, “Yes, Kookie. I’m all yours. I love you so much.”

 He catches his breath as you fondly wipe away the sweat that has collected in beads along his forehead while you tenderly tuck his fringe behind one ear before he earnestly tells you, “I love you more.”

 Sometime later he feeds you the stew he made for you as you moan in delight at the warm trickle of it down your throat while he spoons it to you from your place  on his lap. Your sounds of enjoyment had been quick to get him hard underneath you as you’d knowingly fidgeted in effort to drag your ass over his member that you found yourself longing for once again. Your antics had proven successful in the fervid way he’d eaten you out like a five course meal before you fed him the dessert of your sweet juices before he’d dragged you to the bedroom for round three. 

Hours after that find you both well into the night with the window open so that the moonlight can spill in on the two of you atop your shared bed. You are sure to remind him just how much you love him then when he wakes to find you grinding on top of him as you welcome him once more into your wet warmth that has only and will only ever belong to him.

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[jinjikook]

Guilty Pleasures | 1 | (M)

this has been revised; the plot has changed and jeongguk is no longer a part of it, will most likely be a two or three shot rather than a series unless i decide to extend it.

word count: 5k

genre: smut + fluff; high school AU + scholar/fuckboy!jimin

pairing(s): jimin/reader

warning(s)/kink(s): cam sex, dirty talk, slight school uniform kink

summary: you hated school and rebelled a little because of it, despite the fact that you always saved face by being an angel in classrooms. that’s why you like to go online to find some fun, where you stumble across a classmate and make a special arrangement.

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The first bell rang throughout the high school’s campus, signaling that the day was over for the students that roamed the courtyard and campus.

You currently attended a very prestigious private school, known for breeding geniuses and millionaires by the dozens. Your parents decided to have you attend there because of your blooming potential, being the brightest and most determined among your siblings. Your older brother had attended public school and graduated fine but he went on to become a man of military so it wasn’t really necessary for him to have such a fine education as yourself. After all, you’re the one who had already decided the routes of your life at an early age. It made your parents happy to see you so organized but truly you did most of it to keep them off your back. With the goody-two shoes image you had in their eyes along with your good grades, you were able to get away with a lot.

Parties were always booming at people’s houses on the weekends and with a few white lies, you never missed a single one; it’s still funny how your parents truly believe you’re always studying on the weekends with a friend but then again your grades haven’t proven that wrong so you decided to keep rolling with it. Don’t fix something if it isn’t broken, right?

You lived a little bit more rebelliously than your siblings, tired of always having to keep up with school and a good image for the student body. So what if you enjoyed having a little fun, as long as the next morning you got up a little earlier to clean yourself up and hide whatever evidence of the prior night’s events may have lingered on your body. You’ve gotten surprisingly good at concealing hickeys and treating hangovers over the years.

This led to you letting your sinful hands coast of your laptop keyboard, boredom overtaking everything about tonight. You use that as an excuse as to why you’re on an online live sex site. It’s supposed to be for people to have webcam sex on, apparently completely anonymous. You chuckled at the idea of masturbating to someone on the other side other world, wondering if the inventors of such genius technology were rolling over in their graves in that moment because of how their knowledge was applied.

You’d done this a few times before, nothing too wild. The first time was through a chat service where you could send photos. You’d sent a few choice nude pictures to someone with the handle kingwang which you assumed was supposed to allude to his nether regions. He had sent pictures back and left you feeling like you were being catfished, his body and physique in such top condition that you considered he was sending fakes. That is until he sent a voice clip of him moaning your name so pretty that you nearly creamed right then and there. His name was Jackson and you were sure to keep his username in the back of your mind for whenever you needed another wild time with an old friend.

The second time was through an actual video chatting website, much like the one you were on now. It had been more nerve-wracking, taking part in live video with a stranger. You really commended your luck however, getting yet another killer attractive guy with a body that made you drool the minute it flashed onto your screen. You halfway assumed he’d hit the shuffle button by the video feed, feeling like he was far too out of your league for his liking.

Surprisingly he smiled at you, bright and handsome and called you sweet names while stroking himself slowly. His name was Matthew, which wasn’t hard to figure from his username BigMatthewwww. He loved watching you strip slowly, relishing in the fleeting touches you’d give yourself. It was a thrill to put on a show for someone—it made you feel so bad after being good for so long. A relief was really what it was. Much like someone would play golf or eat ice cream, you’d resort to sex. Usually of the online video variety. You weren’t hurting anyone and more often than not you’d have some of the best orgasms in your entire life.

Today was no different, just arriving from a stressful day at school; choosing your usual go-to site and logging in straight away. You hadn’t even given yourself the opportunity to change out of your usual school uniform. It wasn’t like it was a deal breaker anyways, the damn thing was something straight out of a porno; plaid skirt, thigh high socks and everything. You pulled your hair out of the messy ponytail it’d been in all day, shaking the soreness of the strands. One last glimpse at your viewfinder and you deemed yourself hot enough to be broadcasted to some stranger for the two of you to get your rocks off.

It was early fall, school only being in for a few weeks now so you had the house to yourself until your family was due to start trickling in around an hour or so from now. You clicked on the blue shuffle button and waited as the circle spun around the black screen, loading some potential john to entertain you for a little bit. The screen finally loaded, revealing stone gray slacks and a crisp white dress shirt tucked into the waistband. The camera had clearly been angled towards his crotch, no doubt to hide his face. You bet he was older, probably married or something and needed to destress from work. Your cheeks burned at the sinful thought of being someone’s play toy, no doubt your school uniform was something he’d probably like.  His screen name flashed on in bright red letters: yourbusanbabe95.

You watched as he settled back into what looked like a desk chair, sleek and probably expensive by the looks of it. His hands made quick work of his belt, unzipping his zipper and taking no time to pull himself out of his dress pants. His hands were cute, if you had to admit. They looks soft and small and for the first time in one of these sessions you weren’t actively thinking about what’d they’d feel like inside you. Instead you wanted to hold them and giggle at how precious they were. But before those thoughts could continue, you were startled by his length. Whether it was because of the comparison between it and his hands or he really was that well-endowed, you weren’t sure. But his size was no joke, solid and it made you crave to have the simple pleasure of sitting on it. If only this was real and not some encounter over the internet, you’d have already had him inside you by now.

He groaned over the mic, his hand already coming around the leaking tip of his cock and beginning to tug down, spreading the slick across the skin of his rapidly hardening length. You leaned back a little, your face still not on the laptop’s camera as you spread your legs and let the man get a glimpse of your underwear clad core.  It was an instant reaction, his hips stuttering into his grip while a shuddered high-pitched breath erupted from your speakers. You grinned at his reaction, loving how much this uniform was doing for him. Pulling at the stupid tie that was a part of your uniform ensemble, the man on the other end began to speak.

“Do you always play dress up for these things baby?” He asked, his voice a few notches higher than you expected but still laced with a lusty husk that scratched at his throat and rasped along his words. It bordered on familiar, like you’d heard his voice before. You vaguely wondered if you were dealing with someone high and important, maybe a CEO or something? That’d be cool. You shook the thought from your mind however, realizing his voice wasn’t developed like that of a grown man, a still fresh youth-like timbre to it that rang along his syllables that told you he definitely wasn’t of age to be a CEO.

You giggled, trying to sound as innocent as you could. This entire situation made you feel like a sugar baby for a sexy business man so you played with the concept. “It’s my uniform for school, do you like it?”

“School?” His hand stopped abruptly on his length, no longer idly stroking. “How old are you exactly? Because I’m not trying to get off to the body of an underage girl.” His voice wasn’t as raspy anymore as he worried over your age. You commended him on his honesty especially since you had pegged he was an older pervert who didn’t care about this kind of stuff.

“Don’t worry, I’m legal. A senior in high school, can you believe it?” You teased as you gliding your digits over the hem of your skirt, a light trace over your torso to land right above your breasts. “You’d believe it if you saw these.” You pushed at the buttons that held the white uniform top closed, opening it far enough down to expose the cleft of your cleavage and the barest hint of your black bra taut against the mounds of your chest. His hand went back to work, bringing himself back into the game after clearing the elephant in the room.

You slid down the mattress a little, wanting to make yourself a little more comfortable and in turn exposed your face to the camera. You had little care for that since you were sure you wouldn’t be caught or anything. The last thing you were expecting was the hand on screen to stop again, followed with its owner’s voice,

“Y/N?” The sound of your name made you freeze, blood turning icy cold at the mere word. Your tongue weighed heavily in your mouth. Who was this and why did he know your name? Everything in you screamed either to abort and exit out as soon as possible or to hope it was someone you’d simply dealt with in the past; an old flame coming back to find you online in a string of coincidental events that fate had strung together. Your legs came back together in a snap, the haze of lust clearing up around your mind and being replaced with a chilling fear. You hadn’t even thought to cover up your now exposed chest, leaning forward to squint at the monitor.

A series of breathless laughs came from the other end and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Then the man ducked down while pulling up the camera, exposing his face and identity to the camera and yourself.

It was none other than the boy wonder, Park Jimin.

He was a resident pretty boy who came from a filthy rich family. He was known as quite the womanizer on campus, yet that never stopped troves of female students from flocking to him whenever he showed his face. So you were more than surprised to find him on something like this; he had plenty of sex and opportunities for it and yet he was resorting to camera sex with less than average strangers? Then again who were you to talk?

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Jimin chuckled as he took in the sight of your visage properly. He loved the shocked expression on your face, knowing you hadn’t expected to see someone like him on here. But neither was he. “Y/N, I thought you were a good little girl? I knew I recognized that uniform though, I haven’t changed out of mine either.” He gestured to the brick red blazer that was hung on the back of his desk chair. His mesmerizing smile beamed onto the bulk of your laptop screen, making your heart flutter for a moment before you caught up to the events at hand.

“And to what do I owe this displeasure? Here I thought you had enough pussy to last you a lifetime and yet you’re still looking online for more?” You tried to keep your voice from shaking, your initial fear still brimming at the surface. Apparently it was a futile effort because Jimin still laughed at your faux smugness.

“Don’t act like you totally weren’t into it. Which, by the way, I’m still hard so…” He trailed off, letting his gaze wander to his lower half where his length still stood at attention. You scoffed at his brazen words, not expecting anything less of the playboy. You weighed your options: you were going to do this one way or another and it wasn’t like Jimin could say anything about it because it’d expose him as an online voyeur anyways. It wasn’t like Jimin wasn’t good looking plus you were already here, clothes disheveled paired with the rapidly cooling dampness in your underwear. Who did it hurt for you to have a little fun?

As if he already knew the answer, Jimin smirked at the camera and pushed his hair back out of his face; his signature move. He leaned back and let the desk chair he was sitting on roll back a little, showing off the upper half of his cock once more. He bit at his plump lips, laving the plush pink with his sinful tongue.

You laughed in disbelief, shaking your head and wondering just how it came down to this. Succumbing to the burning desire that subsided to a gentle buzz under your skin, you leaned back against your mattress and watched as Jimin’s eyes trailed down your body. You let your shirt drift open further, giving him a good view before returning to roaming your hands across your lithe body. He let out a whimper, a sound you’d never thought you’d ever hear coming from the Park Jimin. The very noise made your fingers stutter on yourself, a sense of pride surging from inside that you were the one who made him sound like that.

“Enough teasing Y/N, I needed those panties off yesterday.” Jimin groaned, watching you spread your legs once more. You two were essentially back to where you started, except Jimin now had his rosy face in frame to match his pretty flushed cock. Sweat was starting to form along his hairline, making his faded orange hair stick to his forehead in strands. His white dress shirt was tight on his frame, his muscles on display as his arm continued to jerk up and down his length. You wanted to sink your teeth into the plush firmness you knew he had on his biceps. He caught you ogling him and chuckled darkly, his other hand coming up to loosen his tie.

You took a moment to slide your now soaked underwear down your legs, the sight alone making Jimin groan while he fisted his cock. He had to tighten his hold in hopes to not come just yet, he had barely seen you naked and he was aiming to get a lot further than this before he shot his load. Finally finishing off the buttons on your blouse, you tugged the material out from being tucked into your pleated plaid skirt.

If only someone could see you two right in this moment, it was a true picture of youthful sin. Two students in their prime, making dangerous decisions online just to feel some sort of relief; not even out of the uniforms the school had given them for the sole purpose of education, not as something to help fuel young fantasies and make rash and hasty choices that even the filthiest minds would shy away from.

You spared no time in caressing your folds, feeling just how slick they’d gotten in this whole ordeal. Jimin tugged open the top few buttons open on his shirt, feeling hot and restricted the closer he got to the edge. Dipping in your digits, you begin to thrust two fingers in your heat, on full display for Jimin to see.

“Oh fuck—baby that’s it,” Jimin wanted to throw his head back and come all over his hand already but he was being graced with the beauty of your slick and open core and he wasn’t about to pass this opportunity up. He’d seen you around school, knowing you weren’t easy like the other girls. The thought turned him on to no end and here you were, finally his to see and he wasn’t about to take that for granted. He watched you pump your fingers in and out of you, wanting nothing more than to be in your bedroom with you and on top of your writhing body. You moaned loudly at a brush of your digits against a particularly sensitive spot inside you, the sight of you fucking your fingers too much for Jimin to handle.

“God Y/N, you’re so fucking gorgeous. Can you take another finger, for me?” Jimin near begged, feeling his imminent release coursing through his veins. You couldn’t trust your mouth to form any coherent words so you just whimpered and nodded, taking action instead of trying to speak through your desires. Your third finger followed suit with the other two, stretching you so deliciously yet leaving you just shy of full. Watching Jimin stroke himself made you ache; yearn to have him inside you and pounding you just right into the mattress like you’ve heard he’s capable of.

But you two had to deal with yourselves, having to resort to your own hands for pleasure since physical touch was impossible in the moment. Jimin panted heavily, his balls feeling so heavy from holding back for so long. He need to come so badly but he didn’t know how to voice it without coming off as desperate. But before he could wrack his brain about it, you had already beaten him to the punch.

Hips bucking up as you grinded in circles on your fingers, you began to beg, “Jimin, please. I’m so close, I want to come. I-I can’t hold on any longer.” You accentuated each of your words with solid pumps of your hand, feeling your walls convulsing around you in anticipation. Jimin placed his other palm that wasn’t currently working himself flat against the desk, supporting himself as he began to stroke faster, his hand a blur on his cock.

“Fuck, baby do your fingers feel good? I wish I was there, I’d be making you feel good with my cock,” You whined at the mention of it, acknowledging how you felt the same way. “I’d make sure you couldn’t walk into class tomorrow, everyone would know you took a ride on Park Jimin.” You couldn’t hold back any longer, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Vaguely realizing it, you had moaned Jimin’s named loud, strung along with several curses that would make a nun blush.

The sight of your tightening walls around your fingers coupled with your melodious voice calling his name, Jimin twisted around the purple head of his cock as his own release came shooting out. He coated his hand and desk in his come, stringy pearlescent ropes beaded along his fingers. He wondered how you’d look with his come on you face or in your mouth, groaning at the image he brewed up in his mind.

As you two collected your breath, you suddenly heard a pair of heavy keys jingling down stairs, an indicator that your mother had just returned from work, no doubt with your younger siblings in tow. Afraid they’d barge into your room since it wasn’t uncommon for them to do so, you hastily tugged your skirt down and pulled your laptop closer to you on the bed, shielding the screen from the door. Just in time too, because in that moment your mother decided to open it without knocking first.

“Hi honey, oh did you just get home from school? It looks like you were changing.” Your mother pointed out your half-done buttons along with untucked shirt and low hung skirt. Jimin on the screen was watching wide-eyed, silent in this situation. His dick was still out, softening in his grip as he sat frozen in his chair.

“What?” You looked down at your state before laughing nervously, “Oh yeah, this? I was changing yeah but um… then I got a text from Jessi telling me to check my email for a project we’re working on! So I stopped mid-way to check. You know me, always so frazzled,” You tried to act as nonchalant as you could with your release still slick in-between your thighs and a fellow student half naked on your laptop screen. You suddenly spotted your underwear on the edge of your bed and your eyes widen at the offending fabric that hung off your mattress. Your mother followed your eyes and saw the piece of clothing there, but luckily chose not to ask any further questions. She excused herself and closed the on her way out.

You breathed out a sigh of relief you hadn’t known you’d been holding in as Jimin began to laugh on his end. He giggled a string of breathless laughs that were a lot cuter than you’d like to admit.

“And what’s so funny?” You asked sternly, watching Jimin wipe a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Nothing, just that your mom almost caught us having webcam sex. Don’t think that’d be easy to explain. Though, is my codename “Jessi” now?” He asked smugly, taking time to tuck himself back into his slacks.

You scoffed, roughly tugging off your shirt in frustration, “As if, this was a onetime thing that was completely and utterly coincidental. Also, if you tell anyone about this—and I mean anyone—I will literally cut your dick off in your sleep.” Jimin whimpered and cupped his crotch at the threat, pouting his bottom lip out in fear of his precious gem.

“Okay, okay, so… do you do this often?”

“Jimin.”

“What? We’re on video chat and I’m bored, might as well make some conversation.” He shrugged and watched as you slipped a loose t-shirt over your head and onto your torso, the loose fabric hanging off your limber frame. “I don’t do this often, but when I do it’s pretty fun. Switches things up, ya’ know?” Jimin continued to talk as you finished changing into a comfortable pair of cotton shorts.  “Come on Y/N, I’m trying here.”

“We never talk Jimin, you don’t even know I exist on campus. What’s different?” He laughed incredulously, in awe that you seriously thought he and his friends paid you no attention.

“Are you kidding me? We’ve been trying to get into your pants for months.”

“We?”

“Yeah you know: me and the boys.” You knew of his little squadron of friends, a selective group of guys that all had the same interests: sex. “Taehyung has been drooling over you ever since you started wearing the thigh high socks. It was optional to wear the socks for the girls’ uniforms, usually a part of the winter style when it gets too cold to just wear the typical pleated skirt. But you had started to wear them more often, as they weren’t too heavy so it wasn’t too hot wearing them plus it let you not have to worry about shaving your legs as often. It got annoying to deal with the rapidly growing stubble every night in the shower so you just wore the socks more often than not.

“And you already know Jeonggukkie has been trying to get you into bed since you were born.”

“Ew, Jimin what the fuck?” You sneered at the camera which prompted Jimin to break out in a fit of giggles.

“I’m sorry, but you know you two grew up together since you’re neighbors and all. He’s been harboring the most serious crush on you since you two were skinny dipping in kiddie pools together.” “We never—“

“He’s shown me pictures Y/N, don’t try to worm your way out of it. I’m proud that puberty served you well though.”

While you were shocked, you still couldn’t hold back your own laughter at the conversation at hand. It was so… breezy. You never thought you’d be so compatible with Park Jimin yet here you were talking about your youth with Jeongguk and having good laughs together.

“I’d acknowledge this little ‘crush’ of his if he wasn’t such a cocky bastard. The minute he got to the 7th grade he thought he was hot shit because he got to second base with a girl before his friends.”

“Hey! I got there a week later, that shouldn’t count.” Jimin pouted and you cooed at him, praising him for being a pervert a week after Jeongguk.

“Whatever; point is that he’s an ass and I will never get with him. Childhood friends or not.” You settled back against your headboard and grabbed the edge of your black laptop, tugging it closer to you so you could see the screen better.

Jimin took this as an opportunity to change himself, tossing his shirt off to the side while he grabbed a sinfully loose tank top that literally hung off his frame. His collarbones were full display as well as his arms and pectorals as he moved around, the fabric swishing and revealing more of his body every second. He caught you staring and shot you a smirk and wink to which you responded with a roll of your eyes, though you couldn’t help the smile that stretched cheek to cheek on your face.

It continued for another hour or so, just simple conversation with Jimin. It wasn’t boring or high maintenance; the flow of conversation ebbed between the two of you very nicely. It was a chemistry you hadn’t had with someone in a long time, not since Jeongguk gave you up for other, more well endowed friends.

Taking a look at the time, you were surprised to find that you had effortlessly pissed away over an hour with Jimin, talking about topics ranging from school to how you two got into online sex.

“Jimin, I’m probably gonna regret saying this… but this was fun. Unfortunately, I actually have to eat something today and then I have Mr. Kwon’s homework to finish. You probably some other girl to talk to so—“

“What makes you think that? I had fun too, not just the talking if you know what I mean,” He wiggled his eyebrows and you were halfway tempted to shut your laptop right then and there. “No but seriously, I have homework to do too, so I think it’s best if we say good bye for now. But I wouldn’t mind doing this again… and again… and again… and—“

“Goodbye Jimin.” You flat lined, cursor hovering over the red X on the website’s chat window.

“Wait! At least give me your number so we can do this better next time. I have a Skype or we could just FaceTime.”

“What makes you think there’s gonna be a repeat performance?” You watched as his smile stretched wide, as if he knew you couldn’t deny just how amazing today was with him.

“Are you kidding me baby? We barely got started today, there’s a lot I wanna do with you…” He trailed off, imagination already getting the better of him as he thought of all the beautiful things he could have you do for him on camera.

Shaking your head, you quickly rattled off your phone number and he diligently took it down, not wanting to lose this golden opportunity you had so boldly given him.

“Goodbye Park Jimin, remember what I said: tell no one.” Jimin saluted you to signal he understood followed by a sharp yes ma’am! that made you giggle. He was awfully squishy and cute when he wasn’t being a smug asshole. It was a nice breath of fresh air and you were undeniably excited for the next time you’d talk.

Shutting down the chat service, you slumped back into your bed; a dumb smile plastered onto your expression. You didn’t have a crush on Park Jimin, really. There was no way you could fall for such a stuck up womanizer. But the guy you just talked to non-stop for an hour wasn’t the Park Jimin everyone else knew, the one that went to school with you. That was someone else, someone you wouldn’t mind having as your friend.

You wondered if Jimin felt the same way.

(Little did you know, Jimin had jumped around his bedroom in joy that he’d gotten your phone number. He’d always been attracted to you but Jeongguk put a serious ‘off limits’ sign on you, claiming it was bro code that he had to honor. But he didn’t care anymore. Jeongguk had his fair chance with you and effectively ruined it; it was his moment to shine now.)

The last hour with you was refreshing, plus the webcam sex was ridiculously hot. He never thought in a million years he’d catch you on a site like that—though he was already picturing it was you on the other side of the chat the minute he laid eyes on you, thinking you were some stranger. The uniform was a spitting image of the one for your school so he had no trouble getting hard at the sight. The minute he caught a glimpse of your face and recognized you, he knew he struck gold.

He excitedly grabbed his phone and shot you a text so you could save his number as well before clicking on a conversation with his closest and most trustworthy friend, Namjoon.

Sure, he was close with Taehyung but he knew he would fuck anything with a pulse and the last thing he wanted was for Tae to pounce on you too. It was hard enough competing with the tall and handsome Jeon Jeongguk, let alone the rugged and deep-voiced Kim Taehyung as well.

Namjoon, he could trust. He was a more committed man—still capable of sleeping around, but he had an honor code. Not a bro code, but a legitimate honor code that was beautiful when it came time for Jimin to need to get something off his chest.

He quickly let his small hands tap away at the screen of his phone, shooting Namjoon a message that he never thought he’d get the privilege to do:

Chim Chim [5:23 PM]: I got Y/N’s number!!!!!!!!!

Joonie [5:24 PM]: that’s my boy

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