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itstheimpossibledream · 9 months

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Bam

Pairing : Jungkook and reader(y/n)

Word count: 3856

Summary: You drop off Bam from his grooming appointment and finally meet his owner. From there it's sexual tension city !

Warnings : Uprotected sex, domJK, smut , oral, all the things

“Bam!Get out of the tub- Get o-”

The doberman’s eyebrows knitted and he seemed to question why it wouldn’t be fine for him to stay in the bathing tub all day. It wouldn’t have bothered you as much if you didn’t have the most splitting headache,your body begging for the day to be over. The rest of the groom went by without contest. Your coworker had already left for the night so, it was your job to finish up Bam’s look and drop him back off at home. You pulled up to the intimidating building and Bam eased out of the car, leading the way through the halls to his place. Your apron was dusted with an assortment of dog hairs and wet splotches where dogs had shaken to their heart’s content. You had groomed Bam a few times. He was becoming a regular client , and you chuckled to yourself, always finding it funny that people with short haired breeds would choose to get their dog groomed instead of doing it at home themselves. Must be rich you snort to yourself raising your hand to knock on the door. Not that you were mad. After his first groom, the owner had requested you. What you did to make him look so much different than other groomers you had no idea but, you were grateful for the client as well as the consistently generous tip. Even if you never knew who it was coming from. The door opened and the music in the background was much louder than it had seemed in the hallway. He was young and surprisingly attractive. His t-shirt fit loose but, you can see the canyon between his pec muscles through the shirt leaving no illusion to the fact that he was incredibly fit. You wanted desperately to reach your hand out and run your fingers over the hard mounds of flesh but, alas your professionalism was unmatched.

He clears his voice “Thank you.” he extends a colorful arm out to grab Bam’s leash, the large doberman moved accordingly; completely unphased by the facial symmetry of his owner. You feel yourself staring at the tattoos but, each time you think to look away another picture catches your interest. He uses his other hand to put his glasses on his head,creating a temporary headband.

“Was he good?” he asks. While every bone in your body wanted to tell the truth you found yourself unable to disappoint the light in his eyes. The slight dimple, the questioning smile, he was ridiculously good looking. “Yea- ummm he was great !” You lie shifting yourself in the hallway, finally realizing that you have to pee and your headache has not let up.

“ you okay?” He asks noticing your attention change.

“Mmmmhmmm.” you turn to leave but, find yourself immediately turning back. “Actually would you mind if I use your bathroom?” You’re almost embarrassed to ask but you convince yourself to be cool. Everyone has to use the bathroom, be an adult. But let’s be honest ,your only thought was how grateful you were right now that you only had to pee.

“ Ofcourse !” He smiles backing out of the doorway. He clearly thought there was something seriously wrong with you, if asking to use the bathroom was that much of a relief to him. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and you ran. Embarrassed but aware there was a time stamp on this activity. You relieved yourself quickly; washing your hands and checking your appearance in the mirror and then searching the medicine cabinet for something that would help your headache. You were partially annoyed that you hadn’t found anything and the fancy ass cabinet/mirrored door was so elaborate that it slipped through your hand and crashed into place. You double checked yourself in the mirror and decided to just go with it. Post work you was not your hottest you but, there was really nothing you could do about it now. You chide yourself for that less than helpful pep talk and head out the door.

As you entered the room he turned from the counter gently placing the small glass of soju on the island infront of you and then leaning on the countertop behind him.

“What’s that for?” you ask a smile creeping into your cheeks with the thought that he might want to spend more time with you.

“You look like you need it.” he jokes, extending his arm to grab the other glass that he had filled for himself.

“Cheers!” he smiles like a little kid and downs the liquor. You taste yours as well. He pulls his lips back with a short intake of breath before leaning forward, forearms on the island, bangs beginning to fall free of their glass barrier and floating into his eyes.

“So did that wash down whatever you stole?” his eyes were intent on you studying your face.

“I mean I know I don’t have anything good.” he says, turning to pour again.

“I didn’t take anything. I just had a headache and was looking-” you trail off.

“Ooooo. well you could have just asked!” he brushes past you and goes into the bathroom laughing. He comes back out with the container gingerly twists off the top and you watch as the veins in his fingers work delicately to pull out two pills for you. Your eyes shift to Bam on his dog bed squeaking his toy, happily ignoring the humans in the room.

“Here.” he rolls the pills into your hand and you mumble a thank you. He reaches across the counter for his glass and the bottom of his shirt rides up the smallest bit. You roll your eyes because it's all you can do to keep from tattling on yourself with stares. AVERT YOUR EYES is all your brain is thinking. He hands you the small glass.

“Wasn’t this yours?” you ask.

“Scared of drinking after me?” he plays with you, stepping in closer.

“I don’t know you but, I don’t trust you.” you say mimicking his action and not breaking eye contact. You wonder if it was too much but, you can tell by his body language he was more focused on continuing the conversation.

“I don’t have diseases, if that’s what you're worried about.” he turns and crosses the room petting Bam on the dog bed.

“Says the wealthy, hot man in his 20’s” you snort taking a sip to wash down your medicine. Now, you make a grimace. The alcohol and the ibuprofen create a disgusting fizz on your tongue.

“I’m hot and wealthy you hear that?” he mimics, talking to Bam.It wasn’t like you didn’t stand by your words but, you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he said it. You look down at the crystal glass in your hand, your thumb picking at the design.

“You can take off your apron if you want.” He says finishing a scratch on the top of Bam’s head, Bam to invested in his toy to notice.

“ O ! Yea…” you begin pulling your apron over your head. You feel it get caught in your hair and almost die of embarrassment. He notices your need for assistance and quickly closes the space between you. You hear him let out a small laugh before you feel his warm hands on top of yours.

“Let me try.” He says calmly.

You huff and put your arms by your side. Acutely aware of the fact that you seemed like a stubborn child but, he soon had you released, popping your hair tie in the process.

“You broke it on purpose.” You joke in a deadpan voice as he presses the broken fibers into your palm. You look up at him and he walks backwards towards his soju again.

“It’s pretty down.” He says winking before he turns to the counter. He moves so quickly you almost weren’t sure if you saw it.

“So you use Bam to lure women back to your home and kill them with compliments?”

“ mmmmm.You started that.” he says between swallows.

“Well don’t get used to it.” You say. “ I’m usually not that nice.”

He snorts at that. “ you work with dogs, I find that hard to believe.” his glasses fall onto his face but, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“ Ahhhhh there’s where you’re wrong.” You smile “ The dogs don’t care if you’re nice, Just consistent. Plus, they’re easy to get along with. They don’t talk.”

“ You think I only intend to talk with you? “ he asks, raising his eyebrows over his glasses. The act itself was enough to make your breath catch in your throat but you somehow manage to stay calm and collected. For a moment it felt as though all the air had left the room. You quietly held your glass, picking again at its intricate design. Listening to the music of his footsteps as he gently pads his way to stand in front of you.

“Do you think I poured you a drink and invited you in, only to talk to you ?” You finally looked up from your glass, he toyed with the piercing on his lower a boyish smile playing on his face.

“Am I not a riveting conversationalist?” you say blankly.

He laughs over your dry humor, using it as an excuse to move closer to you.

“You definitely are.” he promises,stepping closer into you. You can’t help but smile at his smile.Your eyes flicker up to him and you find yourself screaming ‘just do it!’ in your head.

He swings his hand to the crook of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s simpler than you expected, soft but confident. He holds you like that for a while, his mouth working on convincing you, his hand holding your neck and playing in your hair. His other hand comes to the small of your back and you finally feel contact between your lower region and his. He goes slow, pressing into you to test out the levels of your comfort. You focus on the kiss deepening and at the right moment he pulls back and you're able to bite his lip a bit, piercing the opposite side of his mouth. He smiles, bringing his other arm up to your throat, choking you a little bit. His kiss makes your stomach flip. You’re lost in the comfort of his arms but somehow manage to work your hands into his hair. He holds your hip and slowly starts to grind into you. Instinctively you let out a moan , which causes him to break into another smile.

“I’m that good ?” He whispers in your ear. Unable to tolerate his smugness you grab a handful of his hair and pull.

‘O? Really ?’ He asks. You look up at him , unable to respond but not letting up on your grip either. It almost feels made up but, you swear you can see his eyes darken. ‘Let go’ he commands , voice lower than normal. You open your hand and he pulls his shirt over his head slowly only momentarily breaking eye contact with you. ‘Race You!’ He says, throwing the t-shirt at you and you run behind him practically chasing him into his bedroom. He spins around, scooping you up as you run through the threshold of the room.He holds you so you have no option but to wrap your legs around him so as not to fall. ‘Good’ he whispers , pressing his forehead to yours. You knew, it was too smooth. You knew he must have pulled that move a million times before. But, at that moment you didn’t care. He must have felt the hesitation in your body though, you momentarily stiffened and he lets you go. Setting you down,you take a few steps back and watch as he removes his socks and pants. He sits there in his underwear,his thighs thick through his clean Calvin Kleins.

“Your turn” he says, peeking through the bangs of his hair, and folding his glasses on the nightstand. He cocks his head to the side and for a second you can tell he doesn’t know if you’ll oblige him or not. He leans back on his forearms, lip playing with his piercing and the view alone is enough to make you commit to fucking him as long as you physically can. Taking off your shirt makes him illicit a deep hmmm. You feel your stomach flip again at his approval. But, the jokester inside you wins,you turn around and shoot him an overly sexy look. You unhook your bra and let it float to the rug of his room.

“Whooooo Hot!” he cheers you on. You put your all into it, quickly jumping out of your jeans and turning your back to him. You hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear.

“Come On….Sell it !” he screams jokingly. You slowly shift it down your hips until they fall to the floor. You turn your back to face him, your hands barely covering all of your chest.

He tuts with his tongue “show me” his voice is soft, as he reaches out a hand towards you. You step forward, taking his hand and revealing yourself fully to him. He sighs, bringing you in close. You get on your knees in front of him. Somewhat out of want but partially out of habit.

He frowns down at you .

“What are you doing?” his voice is low and gentle. You look up at him, eyes wide and are almost embarrassed by the position you found yourself in. Completely naked on a stranger’s floor after a bit of conversation and one drink. He must be reading the self judgment on your face because he lifts you up, placing his forehead on yours again.

“Hey - we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You relish in the intimacy of being this open to an absolute stranger.

“O there’s nothing I don’t want to do right now.” you whisper to him.

He laughs and the dimples in his cheeks deepen,making it impossible for you not to return his smile. You kiss him and he immediately gives in, lending you confidence that shatters all previous reservations.

“Let’s just go slower “ he says, breaking from you and sitting at the edge of the mattress.

“Ride” he says, slapping his thigh. A shiver races throughout your entire body and you feel your stomach flip as you look at him. He’s serious, you can tell. You slowly close the space between you, lifting one leg to straddle his. You look up at him, face innocent. You kiss him again, this time grabbing him by the throat and adding the slightest bit of pressure. You pull back and he is giving a wide, toothy smile like a kid. “Ride me , please” he jests with a lifting of his eyebrow. You allow him to pull you in again; this time as you kiss you find yourself slowly grinding into his thigh. He lets out a low growl in response and your stomach flutters. He sits his large hand in the crook of your hip and helps to move you on his leg. He can hear your moans becoming higher pitched and right before you get to release all over his leg he lifts you up, swinging your leg to his hip. Now you’re fully straddling him and his hands cup your face as he kisses you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer.” he smiles , you lean in to kiss him but, he pulls back, playing coy.

“I thought you couldn’t wait any longer,” you joke.

“I just wanted to see you beg.” he says , lightheartedly.

“ Well I won’t” you say teasingly as he slips a hand between your bodies, smacking at your pussy. You jump a bit at the surprise and his other hand rests at the back of your neck.You omit a low hum as his hand moves in between your legs, coaxing a moan from your body. He smiles, pleased with his work.

“Good girl…. Good girl. Now beg.” You bite your lip, willing to moan but not give in to his demands yet. He uses his hand on your neck to angle your forehead to meet his. You kiss and his lips are unbearably soft. He finally uses two fingers to enter you and your breath hitches in your throat. You rest a hand on his chest and use it as leverage to help you ride his hand. He praises you while you move your hips faster, chasing that feeling. You feel yourself building up to it, almost tasting a touch of ecstasy, right when he removes his hand entirely. Your voice betrays you as you let out a sound in disappointment. He kisses you, soft and slow, holding your neck but extending a thumb to your chin to run the finger over your bottom lip. He sits it on your lip, slowly moving it in and out of your mouth, you suck it instinctively.

“Say please baby.” He kisses you again, and you break the contact to whisper “please, please “ into his lips. As if making a pact with the devil , he immediately flips you over, removing his underwear and carries you into hell. He is a flurry of creamy skin, tattoos and dark hair as he positions his head between your legs beginning with a slow and consistent lick , eventually building to a mouth and hand combination that makes your legs shake. You lock your hand in his hair, grabbing tightly and he laughs up at you reminding you to “be nice.” But he doesn't seem to actually care as you go back to suffocating him in your heat. After your third or fourth orgasm he decides it’s finally time for him to enter you. He speaks, sweetly , angling himself at your opening. His smile holds a mirror to the little boy he once was and while your attraction to him is unparalleled you can’t help but find him trustworthy, to feel as though you know that little boy would grow to be the kind of man who wants to keep you safe.

“I got you , I got you.” he whispers into your ear before trailing his lips down your neck. He can feel your fighting for control of your body again, after coming down from the high of your last O. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and for a moment it feels like floating, him holding you, him filling you up, his voice whispering comfort to you. You watch from below him, as the veins in his neck bulge in the pursuit of his bliss.

“Mmmm” he seems to say to himself , unaware that every sound he makes, assists in sending you over the edge. He held you down by your neck and you scratched at his back while he pushed into you a few more times, creating a space for himself. Carving out a moment of comfort and oneness between the two of you . His eyes closed, and his brows knit together as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You feel amazing.” he whispers, into a smile.

You kiss him and you feel the shiver that runs through his body. You’re momentarily pleased that he's just as surprised as you are by your physical connection.

“I want to make you cum now.” he says ,sure of himself.

“Oh sooooooo confident !” you joke before he grabs your hips and swings you on top of him. With your hands on his chest you press yourself up and down bouncing on him. He holds the crook of your hip, his tatted arm coming up to grab you by the neck.

You dig your nails into his chest and he tightens his grip on your throat, challenging you as you wind your hips on him. You lean forward and whisper to him “I think I’m going to be the one to make you cum” before sucking on the skin at the side of his neck.

He groans, letting go of your throat to run a hand through his hair. You lean back up to allow him a better view of you while you continue to ride him and you can see the resolve in his face beginning to break. His bicep looks large against the headboard and taking in his body from up top is too overwhelming. His hand makes its way to your chest, gripping at your breast, your nipple nestled safely in between his fingers. It begins quiet but, it doesn’t escape your attention. He keeps closing and reopening his big brown eyes, his chest rising and falling with his moans as he lets you ride him. You’ve fully checked out on pleasing him and are focused on your own pleasure which seems to only intensify the sensations for him. You cannot watch your mouth as you near your orgasm and find yourself letting out a slew of curse words as you use him to reach your apex. His moans get louder and seem partially controlled until he feels you cumming. The contractions around him are too much for him to bear and he lets out a guttural noise you had not yet heard from him. He closes his eyes, head titled back towards the headboard trying to steady his breathing as he recovers from spilling inside you. You’re panting on top of him but find yourself unable to move and grateful for his supportive hands at your hips as you bring your lips down to meet his.

“My god.” he exhales , and you laugh down at him through the wisps of his hair that had fallen in between you. He joins you chuckling, catching your breath as Bam paws at the bottom of the bedroom door. Not in a bad way but, just enough to let you know he is there. Which only makes you both laugh even harder. “I don’t want to move.” he whispers.

“ Well I think Bam would disagree.” Your eyes read his face, trying to sear the memory of this intimacy into your brain forever.

“Well Bam gets to see your beautiful face every few weeks, he can wait a little longer.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you but you move away. His dimples deepen, attracted by your unwillingness to give in so easily. You turn your eyes to Bam’s pawing at the door.

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes rolling out of you and off of the bed. You watch as the muscles in his back contract as he redresses. He crosses in front of his record collection, coming back to the side of the bed to kiss you on your forehead.

“I’m not done with you yet.” his smile is cheeky as he leaves the room, you can hear the excitement in Bam’s footsteps as they race down the hallway. It was by far your most unprofessional thought of the day but, you found yourself secretly praying he never would be done with you.

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avocardorablegirl · 6 months

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Tattooist DongHwa (@.dx2ta2) Instagram Update | 231106

Posting this after thinking about it for a long time.

I think they are cool musician friends with passion and perseverance that I've seen for a decade.

I have known them since before their debut and have worked with the company and members, but unfortunately, I have not often seen them in their busy schedule.

Working with them had some big and small problems, but, Always cheering heart has never changed Among the many works I did with them, I'm posting a picture of Tito's work with Jimin.

Please only look at the bright side

#taehyung #kim namjoon #bts jimin #jiminie #jung hoseok #kim soekjin #kim taehyung #btsfunnymoments #jeon jungkook #jimin cute #jimintatto #jimin hot #bts sex #bts sexy #jimin sexy #bts smut

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vinetae · 1 year

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Wanna See You - KTH ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Genre: Smut. No plot. 18+

Summary: Car sex. Need I say more?

A/n: Got this lovely idea from this Taehyung. And I'm in a mood. Les goooo

I wanna to see you undress now, I wanna hear you confess now - Chase Atlantic

Parking out in a busy mall parking lot hadn't been the most secrete destination you'd have chosen. Bumping around in the tiny little vehicle hadn't been on your 'most sexiest places to bone in', that's for sure. However, with Taehyung's hot ass body and cock around, you'd be able to fuck in a garbage can and still cum.

Okay.. maybe that's a stretch.

But hot damn was this pretty risky of you two.

"F-fucking hell, baby!" He groans out, head tilting back against the seat as his hands follow the paths up your curves. Hips snapping down to meet his own, as your foggy breaths haze the car windows. Obstructing clear vision from the outside, even if people had been around to witness such a scandalous scene.

Your fingers card through his locks, gripping at the roots for some type of support. One of his large hands finding their way up the plains of your body before cupping your breast, messaging the perked nipple. Your mouth gaps at the touch, as your head too falls backwards, a string of curses exhale your lips.

"fuck fuck fuck- oh fucking- oh my God, Tae!" One hand keeps his cock from slipping out, as he raises your body to over his just a bit, before thrusting his hips upwards in fast motions. Your hands grip onto the headrest he'd been laying against, as you watched the thick line of his throat contract a bit.

The car shook with force, while your bodies collided in ways you hadn't even thought were possible. Back in your earlier years of grad school, you'd both had met at a local café. Turns out, you'd been studying the same subjects, just different teachers. So fast forwards a bit, you two started studying together. One day a week turned in multiple, and soon he'd asked you to be his girlfriend one cozy, cuddled up night. You -obviously- said yes, now here you were. Fucking in the back of his parents' car like two horny teenagers.

Your palms presses against the fogged up glass, leaving a handprint in it's trace. -very 'Titanic' of you, I know.-

Lips graze against one another's as his knee accidentally bumps the small Honda Civil's radio nob, as the sound of Chase Atlantic's 'Slow Down' hums in the background. Perfect for a good nightly car fuck, am I right?

Taehyung's chest rolls out a simple chuckle, brushing a strand of your hair out from blurring your vision. You couldn't help but just bask in his nude. Feeling your way from his navel, up to the rounds of his shoulders. Everything about the love of your life had been perfect.

"S-Shit, baby. I-I'm so close." You whine out, pulling the bottom of your lip between your teeth before stopping his motions.

"Wait wait- I have an idea." His head tilts to the side, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath for a second. You shuffle to the side, getting cramped in his tiny car, before sitting yourself back on his lap, facing the steering wheel. He sits up, whining as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against your neck.

"Babbyy I wanna see you." Your hips rise before snapping down, quickly shutting up his pouts with a moan. Hands coming to your sides, indecisive on if he wanted to holds your ass or tits. Your head lulls back, supported on the dip of his shoulder as you whine out.

"Taehyung-ah, fuck me~"

A smirk presses his lips, as he continues his deep thrusts, making the rounds of your breasts bounce with force.

Sure was a lovely night for some car sex, that's for sure.

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I was in a drabble mood. 🤷‍♂️

#bts kim taehyung #bts fanfic #bts sexy #bts #taehyung smut #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung #taetae #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x oc #taehyung drabble

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namintaeseokyoonjinkook7 · 1 year

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Sometimes my brain fails to process this duality👀

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holdontokpop · 2 years

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BTS reaction to you walking into the room in sexy lingerie

Anon said: pls pls bts reaction to you wearing sexy underwear, lingerie!!

Jungkook: You leave him speechless *gif*

Jimin: His eyes would look at you from head to toe, admiring your beauty *gif*

Taehyung: "Come here, baby." he speaks softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.

Rap Monster: "Come closer, babygirl..." *gif speaks for itself*

J-Hope: *gif*

Suga: "What are we gonna do with that.... Let me take it off"

Jin: *can't wait to make love to you*

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maggie-ray · 1 year

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- Master List -

Namkook 🐨🐰

Walk, Don’t Run (chaptered/ongoing)

I’ve Got A Crush On Teacher

Namjin 🐨🐹

Lovebird

Blackheart (chaptered/ongoing)

Namgi 🐨🐱

Sex, Books and Stripper Poles (chaptered)

Namseok 🐨🐿

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Sope 🐱🐿

Just My Luck

Kiss Me Quick

Yoonkook 🐱🐰

I Don’t Need You ( I Miss You)

Yoonmin 🐱🐥

If You Need It, Then Rest

Taejoon 🐻🐨

My Good Boy (chaptered)

Fallen (chaptered/ongoing)

Cherry Popper (chaptered/ongoing)

Taekook 🐻🐰

Small Soul

Multi 🥴

Aged Like Fine Fuckers (namjintaekook)

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kaylanicole-bts-army · 2 years

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#Min Yoongi #Suga #Suga Sexy #BTS Sexy #BTS

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virgotxngirl · 1 month

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youtube

#bts v #kim taehyung #friends #mv behind #south korea #bts army #bts sexy #Youtube

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reredaydreams · 1 month

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Red Lace || Jeon Jungkook

Paring: bf!jungkook x f.reader

Summary: on a rainy day, Jungkook has fun with reader in a car.

Warning: this contains mature content, 18+

Content: car sex, public sex, tit sucking, fingering, riding, cowgirl, neck biting, smut, fluff, at the beach, mature, red lace bra, established relationship

Wc: 3.8k

Masterlist, Chapter 2

“Oh, you're back—'' Jungkook began to say as he looked up from his phone, but halts as he takes in your appearance. It wasn’t anything special; your wet hair flying backwards with the slight breeze of the air, a few tiny strands sticking to your forehead. You were just wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, and gray shorts that reached your lower thigh. The shirt, however, was the perfect tightness as it hugged your chest beautifully, while a red, lace bra slightly visible through the thin cotton material.

“Sorry, the line in the washroom was so long. People are starting to leave early today, probably because it looks like it’s going to rain” you say as you take a seat on the lavender picnic blanket, drying your hair with a towel

Today’s weather was amazing. The sun was shining, giving warmth to your skin, but it wasn’t too hot either, as there was a slight breeze of air. To enjoy the day to the fullest, you and Jungkook had decided to head to the beach.

So here you were, after taking a swim in the sea with him, sitting on the blanket, situated near a tree, allowing for shade and air to circulate around the spot.

Jungkook’s eyes had followed your movements, observing every detail. His eyes flicker to your chests, before slowly making their way to your eyes, which we’re already looking at him.

A slight playful smile rests on your lips, as you glance at Jungkook with soft eyes. Jungkook gulps before returning a cute smile, “ are people that afraid to get wet!?” He exclaimed , with an exaggerated expression. “ It's not acid rain or something. These people need to chill.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at the cute expressions he was making while expressing his disappointment for these people.

“What, why are you smiling? Y/n, babe, are you scared of getting wet as well? Jungkook says, trying to sound serious, but couldn’t fully hide the smile on his lips.

“Ya, I am, and what about it, huh?” You said with a playful, challenging expression.

Jungkook gasped. ”Oh no, you're one of them,” he said, with a shocked expression. “don’t tell me, you're going to stop loving me just because of that?” You questioned back, acting to be hurt.

“No, that’s something that’s never going to happen. However, we will need to get rid of this fear of yours, and what other way than direct exposure.” Jungkook answered with playful eyes.

“No, you wouldn’t do that!?” You exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp. You both stared at each other before bursting into laughter.

“But no, seriously why do people get so wary of the rain?” Jungkook questioned.

“I don’t know? I guess just humans being humans” you replied back, laying on the blanket, while putting your head on his thigh.

Jungkook was already sitting on the blanket, legs extended out and crossed at the ankles. He was leaning on his arms, as his eyes were looking intently at you. His eyes traced every curve of your body, from the legs to the hips to the curves of your chest. The slight red visible through the cloth wasn't helping Jungkook much, it just made the imagination run more wild.

“Jungkook. I can feel your eyes on me. Were you checking me out?” You asked, turning her head to look up at jungkook.

Jungkook flushed a bit, having been caught in the act, before replying.

“Of course I was! Why wouldn't I when you're wearing that shirt.” Jungkook said proudly.

“In fact, I say we get to the car, and take it off, with everything else”

“JUNGKOOK!! Is this all you ever think about?” You exclaimed.

“Hey!! It’s not my fault that my partner is so hot!” He said, crossing his arms around his chest, trying to act serious.

You sat up, putting your hands on either side of Jungkook, and bringing your face closer to his. “Oh really? You always say that as your excuse. Seriously, you ne—“ you halted mid sentence, getting distracted by the people in the back, packing up, hastily making their way to their cars, as it had slightly begun to drizzle.

While you were distracted, Jungkook snaked his arm around your waist, bringing all your attention back to him.

His eyes gazed deeply into you, “seriously, what love?” Jungkook said, his eyes traveling to her lips. He brought his face closer to hers, stopping just inches before their lips would meet.

“Jungkook!” You whined. “Stop, there are too many people here, and I am not an exhibitionist like you.”

“You say? Then who was the one who trapped me between their arms, trying to tease me?” Jungkook questioned.

Getting a bit annoyed Y/N lightly pushed him on the shoulder before getting up and fixing her shorts.

Jungkook held on to Y/N’s hand before questioning her about where she was going.

“No where!” You expressed with slight annoyance. “I’m just going to pack up a few things incase the rain gets worse”

He let go of your hand as you started working on the task, jungkook helping you as well.

Once the stuff was packed up, you and Jungkook sat against the tree that was right next to the picnic blanket. Your head rested on his chests and your arms around his waist. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you warm.

The sight in front of you was breathtaking. The dark clouds shadowing over the ground. The raindrops’ dent gently kisses the waves on the water of the sea. The crisp sound of the light drizzle hitting the ground was bliss to your ears. The environment and the presence of your lover felt calm and just like home.

Until it wasn’t anymore. The thunder started to pick up and the rain came down hard. You and Jungkook collected all your belongings and ran to your car in the parking lot, which was already empty as everyone had already left. By the time you made it into the car, you both were soaking wet.

The car was faint, the mix of yours and Jungkook's heavy breaths from running could be heard scattered with the sound of rain smacking on the surface of your car window, which made nothing outside visible.

Your appearance was a sight to behold, the small wet strands of hair sticking to your forehead, and the red lace bra that was slightly visible through your white shirt beforehand, was now prominently seen along with some skin. Despite the deceived look, you looked rather hot and sexy. A candy for the eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes were on you, devouring the candy they had been given.

“It’s raining quite badly outside and not much is visible. We should stay put for the time being." Jungkook informed you.

You hummed in response, eyes still closed and resting against the headrest. As you caught your breath, you could feel someone staring intensely at you. That someone being none other than jungkook.

Slightly opening your eyes you looked towards him, arching your eyebrow in a questioning way.

Jungkook’s corner lip turned crescent. “Since we are going to be here for a while, don’t you think we should have some fun?” There was a mischievous look in eyes, and you understood exactly what he meant by fun.

“Fun. Seriously, huh?” You questioned “Ya, what do you say?” He questions back, while leaning towards your seat. His eyes traveled to your lips, as he licked his own lips, and looked back into yours.

“No. I’m tired, I’m going to rest for a bit. I don’t want to have fun.” You asserted, closing your eyes and resting your head. Your statement made the playful smile that rested on Jungkook's face vanish.

You could sense Jungkook residing back into his seat, before a sound of an angry exhalation of breath made its way to your ears. Jungkook had his arms crossed over his chest, his lip forming a small pout.

“Jungkook” you called out, looking towards him, only to be completely ignored as he continued to gaze out the window; there was nothing visible outside as the heavy rain made the visibility very low.

“Jungkook” you called out once more, only to be met with his silence once again.

Your arm reached towards him, hand grabbing his neck, fingers wrapping around his throat and pulling him close. So close, that your lips only centimeters away, ready to enclose the others with one's own. The damp strands of hair that stuck to his forehead brushed against yours. Both yours and his eyes locked on to each other, looking intently into the depths.

“Baby” you said, caressing your thumb over his jaw in a soothing manner, yet still, Jungkook remained silent. He continued looking into your eyes, his chest moving up and down with heavy breaths; a result of your actions, as they sent an exhilarating rush through his body.

“Baby” you once again called, tilting your head a little, as your eyes made their ways to his lips. “I was just teasing you, I’m always down to have fun with you” saying that you connected your lips with his. However, as he was about to respond back to the kiss, you pulled away.

“Y/n,” there was a warning in his voice, and an intensity in his eyes. You hummed, in a motion to tell him to continue. ”Stop teasing me” he said, momentarily waiting. “Please.”

There was a desperation in his voice, a want, no, more like a need. A need for you, a need to have you, a need to be tangled with you.

You smiled softly at him, before locking your lips with his, in a real kiss this time. He kissed you back as if it was a necessity to him, as if to dispel a long, fervent thirst. It was almost as if he had been a wanderer in a never ending desert, finally having come across the water he so desperately required.

His arm folded around your back, pulling you even closer. His other hand traveled towards his own neck, holding on tightly to your hand that was wrapped around it, all in an effort to keep you from pulling back again.

The kiss was passionate, so intense that it sent a burning sensation through your body. Your tongues danced and tangled together, fighting the other for dominance.

You released the grip on Jungkook's neck, but his hold on your hand tightened. He knew you were going to pull back, and he didn’t want to let you do that.

You pried your hand out of his hold before pushing his shoulder with a light force. This made him finally let go of the kiss.

You moved back, hand over your chest, as you regained a composed breath. Jungkook was staring at you intensely, breathing deeply himself.

“You really love taking my breath away, don’t you?” You questioned. He remained silent, looking at you with the same intensity.

This time it was him, who grabbed onto your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time it was slow, as jungkook softly sucked on your lips. He pulled back momentarily, meeting your eyes. “I love making you breathless,” he stated. “Do you know how hot you look in this disheveled look? And knowing that I have as much of an effect on you, as you have on me, just makes me want to worship you, to see even more of this beauty of yours.”

He pulled you in for another kiss, this time it was more intense, more fierce, devouring you in that moment. Your hand went to his muscular bicep, holding onto it tightly, as if to prevent you from completely losing control, though it wasn't helping much. Jungkook rubbed small circles on your neck with his thumb, while the other hand, that was encircled around you, massaged the side of your waist. You loved these tiny physical touches that intoxicated you in his love.

Jungkook pulled back, connecting his forehead with yours. “Y/n. Shall we have some fun then?” he questioned. Your eyes were still closed, as you took deep breaths. You opened your eyes, and looked into jungkooks, his eyes were already locked on to you, waiting intently.

“Jungkook,” you said, taking a moment, while caressing his lower lip. “Lets fuck.”

In the next moment, Jungkook was sitting in the passenger seat, with you on top of him, straddling his waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his one arm encircled around your waist, keeping you close, as physically possible. While another hand held your head, pulling you in, locking your lips with his. You could feel how excited he was sitting on his lap.

“Aren’t you horny? Hmm.” You questioned, as Jungkook pulled away to trail kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. “Getting so hard already,” you teased.

Jungkook moved his head to rest his chin on top of your chest, looking up into your eyes. “Ya, and it's all your fault” he stated. “And you like seeing this, don’t you? The effect that you have on me, hmm?'' Jungkook asked, with a little pout on his lips, while his eyes held a teasing glint, earning a chuckle from you.

A little “ow” left your lips, as Jungkook bit your neck, before softly sucking the area where he had left bite marks. “Hey” you exclaimed playfully. “What? I can’t leave you with bite marks, like the ones you leave on me all the time?” Jungkook poked.

Your eyes narrowed, as you glared at him with an angry expression. “No, you can not. It's my thing” you declared. Jungkook lightly laughed at your cuteness, earning an even more intense glare from you. He gave you a sly smile, before leaning in to give you a light kiss on the lips, while his hands sneakingly moved your shirt up, leaving it to rest above your chest area.

He pulled, looking down towards your chest, the red lace bar that was driving him wild earlier, teasing him gently with the little hints through your shirt, was now fully seen in front of his eyes. He leaned in, licking the slit between your cleavage, trailing kisses to your boob, sucking on the soft area above your bra lining.

His fingers hooked onto the upper lining of the bra, pulling it down and resting it under your boobs, exposing them to the cool air, sending a shiver down your back. His thumbs went to the now hard nipples, rubbing circles on them, hearing a hum of contentment from you.

His soft lips connected with your nipple, sucking on it tenderly, while his one hand continued to play with your other nipple; he would rub it, squeeze it, pull it, and pinch it. As he carried on this show of affection, the soft movements turned more heated, more passionate, and more intense. He sucked harder.

“You like that, baby? Having your tits sucked by me?” he teased. Though he didn’t get a verbal answer from you, but by the sounds of satisfaction that flowed out your lips, he could tell you were finding enjoyment in this, like you always did.

Jungkook leaned back in the seat, taking in your whole appearance; oh, how gorgeous you looked. Your messy damp hair flowed over your shoulders, a few short strands lingering on your forehead, your wettish shirt resting above your chest area, your boobs laying upon your bra. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed you. Now. The way you were looking at him, your eyes carrying a temptatious look, as if commanding him to initiate what he was thinking, told him that you needed him too.

Your hands probed his chest area, before making their way you to the hems of his t-shirt, slightly pulling it up to make you intentions aware. Jungkook understood, and eagerly complied with your command.

Once his t-shirt was discarded, leaving him only in his shorts, Jungkook quickly went to take off all your clothes, throwing them aside to the driver's seat.

His hand reached down, and began rubbing circles with his gentle, yet icy fingers on your now exposed pussy. The touch sent a cold, yet electric sensation through your body, causing you to grab onto his shoulders.

“Someone was calling me horny earlier, but now they’re wet from just getting their nipples played with,” Jungkook remarked. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Nipples are a sensitive part, but you got hard just from looking at me and kissing me” you countered, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“You’re never going to let me win, are you?” Jungkook questioned, with a lazy smile. “Never!” You declared, shaking your head.

A sudden moan left your lips, your hold tightening on his shoulders, as Jungkook sneakingly inserted a finger inside of you. “Even if it means for me to be a loser, I will always make you the winner” he expressed, moving his icy finger in and out, while rubbing his thumb over your clit.

It felt good, really good, the sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth serving as an indication. The attention on your pussy continued, while more digits were added, making you even more wet, leading you closer to a delightful frenzy. However, his movements came to a sudden halt, earning him a groan of disapproval. “Though, I never said that the win will be easy”

A teasing smirk rested on his lips, keenly gazing at your annoyed expression, anticipating your next move. Oh, you were very much annoyed, and you were not going to let him go so easily for edging you like this.

Your hand grabbed onto his neck, as your lips attacked his jaw, trailing down to his neck, leaving kisses along the way, all the while sucking the skin harshly. Your teeth latched onto his shoulder, biting it with a slight intensity, only enough to cause a tiny sting of pain. Low moans left his mouth, not just from the pleasure, but also from the satisfaction from seeing you behave like this. He loved this side of you. And that bite you gave him, only resulted in a wider smile to play on his face.

You continued to leave marks on him, as your hands roamed all over his chest before making their way to the waistband of his shorts. Without wasting any time, you swiftly freed his hard cock from its containment. Your fingers caressed its length, while your thumb rubbed over the tip.

Strings of moans left his mouth, as he was lost in delight. “Look at you, leaking already” you examined, retreating your hand completely, leaving him to groan in response.

You brought your lower body close to his cock, spreading the lips of your pussy, you rubbed your clit against it. It felt good, not just the motion, but also the satisfaction of seeing the desperation appearing on his face.

With half open eyes, he gazed at you, “babbyy,” the whine left his mouth. “Please” he pleaded. “Please ride me”

With a smirk of victory, you picked up his wallet that was placed in the cup holder. Retrieving a condom from it, you placed it on him, rubbing your wetness on it as a lubricant.

You lifted up your hips, spreading your lips down there apart, lining his cock with your entrance, and slowing moving yourself down. All the while making sure his eyes remained on you at constant.

A moan of contentment left his lips, finally being able to feel himself inside of you, sending him into a bliss. You began to move your hips back and forth, a bit slowly for his liking though, you still weren’t done teasing him.

“Happy now, that you get to feel yourself inside me?” You teased, earning a tiny groan from him as he rested his head against the seat, eyes closed, and lost in the feeling.

After a bit longer of teasing him while riding him sensationally, you picked up your movements, now moving up and down his cock. Your breasts followed suit, swaying in a similar motion. Your movement slowly picked up pace, increasing the sounds that left yours and jungkook’s lips, in amount and intensity. His fingers pinched your clit, adding to your pleasure and soon enough you clenched around his cock, releasing over him.

Just as you finished your climax, jungkook’s hands went to your hips, lifting you up slightly, as he began thrusting into you. A sudden ‘ah’ left your lips, followed by a string of moans. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clutching on tightly, as his movement became more vigorous, leading him to a release soon after.

Jungkook slowly moved your hips down to rest on him, as you slumped over him, still hugging him close with your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your back, while his face rested in the crook of your neck. He soothingly rubbed your back with his hands, along with placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, causing a small smile to appear on your lips.

You pulled back to meet his eyes. There was the most loving look in his shining, doe eyes, as he admired his beautiful partner. “So, did you enjoy having fun?” You inquired.

He rested his forehead against yours, his one hand caressing your check gently. “Yes. I always enjoy having fun with you” he stated. “In fact..” he trailed off. “We go for round two?” He asked, with the mischievous look displayed on his face once again.

“Alright. However, I’m a bit tired, so you have to do all the work” you asserted. “Whatever you wish, my princess” he complied, making you roll your eyes playfully at the nickname, before he placed a small peck on your lips, a smile never leaving his own.

And like that, here you were, laying on the back seat of the car, while Jungkook was on top of you, trusting in you once again. “My beautiful y/n,” he admired, his fingers trailing along your face, pushing aside a few strands, before continuing to graze his fingers down your body, from chest to stomach, to finally resting on your thighs that were wrapped around his waist.

Moans of ecstasy left your lips, as he continued pounding you passionately. His hand made its way to your throat, wrapping around it softly, before connecting his lips with yours. “Do you feel good, baby? Are you enjoying me thrusting into you like this?” He questioned playfully, only to get a hum of satisfaction in response.

“Are you going to cum princess?” He teasingly inquired, hearing your moans grow in sound, along with his speed and intensity. “Let it all out, cum for me baby” he assured, and soon enough you did, followed by him moments later.

As you both had regained your composure, Jungkook cleaned you up and himself with the tissues available in the vehicle. He grabbed a blanket, adjusting the position so that his back rested against the seat, and you were laying on top, followed by him bundling up both of you with the blanket.

Taking time to relax, you nestled up in each other’s warmth, comfort, and love, while waiting for the rainstorm to pass by.

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yearofinstitutionalization · 14 days

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198/638 One Suga a day while he is away

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itstheimpossibledream · 1 year

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Pairing: Suga x you

Genere: Smut, Established relationship

Summary: Yoongi doesn't want to take your relationship public, he's comfortable hiding and knows he wouldn't be able to protect you from the media. Idk why I'm addicted to a sad story. It's my first BTS fic Army be nice.

“Yoon-gi! I am tired of your shit !” your voice is low and steady.

“And I am not tired of you ?” he stared at you coldly.

“Cool," you take a step back from him, almost disgusted by how detached he was being “I’ll get my shit then.” you brush past him into your room,dragging your suitcase out of the back of the closet. A place that had been it’s home for the last three years. You wield it over your small shoulder and onto the end of the bed,as you watched him close the door to your room. He takes his time , until the door clicks, turning back around to you.

“I’m not trying to offend you, I just don’t understand why it’s so important to you I-”

“Because if this is real” you cut him off “If this is something, we have to try it in the daylight,we have to try the real world. And if we don’t make it ,we don’t make it but we try-”

“You are so frustrating -” he rolls his eyes.

“And you are so comfortable being alone.” you can tell that comment cut him. And as much as you hated yourself for it you were glad you could hurt him as much as he had hurt you.

“Ack-” he waves his hand at you.

“No, listen to me .” you rush towards him and he moves around you. Swiftly switching positions and pinning your back against the bedroom door.

You are caught in his eyes, in his love for you, his want to keep you safe and the reality of the fact that he is right. Going public meant sharing you with more than just his friends and family.

“Going public means when we have fights like this, they take pictures.” he bit his bottom lip in uncertainty “When we hurt, the world sees that .When we’re happy they see that too, but is that worth how you will be hunted by sasaeng.When I have a kid, he won’t be able to play at the park, to be normal. He deserves that .”

“So you want to keep your family, your life ,everything entirely secret?” you whisper

“I want you-” He whispers back leaning into you “ I just don’t want anything but us to ruin us.”

You can’t help but lean in and kiss him after that. His hand comes to cup the side of your face. His hips rock into you and before you realize your hands are tugging at the hem of his shirt while he works under your skirt, up your thighs to pull down your panties. This was the fire you had; just unending passion, connection,like fissures linking and touching every corner of your body, inspiring it to seek more of him. You step out of your underwear and he slides the warmth of his palms up your calves, the back of your legs becoming alight with his touch.

“Yoon-”you protest as he rolls up your body.

“Shhh.” he whispers through a lazy smile, kissing you again. Your hands are at his belt buckle, pulling at the loops.

“Fuck that.” he mumbles,forcing his pants downwards, shimmying out of the denim.He wraps his arms under your hips ,lifting you and holding you up against the door. His voice was low and he let out a growl as he rolled his crotch into yours again. That elicited a short high pitched moan from you which he must have liked because he pulled back and smiled at you before placing a hand at your throat and doing it again. He takes his other hand to your core and begins rubbing you slow and controlled. “Is this what you want?” he asks , and it’s hard for you to have clarity on if he’s looking for a response to your conversation earlier or an answer for if you do or don’t want sex. Because you always wanted sex,especially with him; which he knew. Making that just seem like an unnecessary additive. “Mmmm I can’t wait to be inside you” he purrs, lifting your hips and angling himself at your opening. It didn’t matter that you had just argued, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t change. Your body ached for him.

“Please…please” you found yourself whispering. Begging for what you were unsure but, he understood you, he knew what you needed. He fucked into you at a painstakingly slow rate, relishing in your array of faces pre orgasm. He is a man of many talents and he wasn’t usually rough with you. But this slow, subtle domination was a talent even you didn’t know he had. He held eye contact with you as he pulled himself in and out of your warm hole, time passed slower. The sound of your moans and his breath were music to your ears, peppered by his occasional praises of how good you are at a low whisper in your ear. You feel yourself nearing your climax and you dig your fingernails into his shoulder while crying out. He kisses the vanes in your throat as you throw your head back, using the kisses to break up the phrases of praise towards you. He tells you how good you are for cumming for him and you can tell he’s getting excited by his own words as he rocks faster inside you. His last few pushes are rough and you hold onto him so you don’t slide down the wall yourself. You feel him shoot into you and you can’t help but smile, taking stock of his face a bit flushed, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, eyes heavily lidded in pure bliss. You hold each other there for a minute,enjoying the contact,breathing heavily in unison. Your lips part and you’re overcome with comfort in that contorted position, against the door for a while. Eventually you are able to peel your bodies apart from each other and you look up at him suddenly aware of your nakedness. “ I may not be as figured out as you Yoongi but, I don’t want to be with someone who won’t claim me.” You look up at him sadly. The rose colored glasses were gone. His hand brushes down your arm and moves to hold your hand. This time instead of holding his, you take a step back from him. You snatch your clothes from the corner of the floor they had occupied and get dressed. He’s quiet as you move towards the bed,you slowly zip your suitcase and roll to the door. You extend a hand to press the elevator button of his penthouse“Don’t choose this.” he says quietly. He has sweatpants on, and somehow an incredibly solemn face while shirtless sitting on the arm of his couch. “You think I want this?” you pull your jacket over your shoulders. The door dings open and he crosses his arms across his chest. “For the record, I always would have picked you.” you smile, trying to rush into the elevator before you feel your tears hit your cheek. He stares at you but doesn’t respond. It’s clear there’s nothing more to say. His gaze runs over your entire body, as though he’s trying to burn a memory of you into his brain.

“Bye Min Yoongi” you say, jabbing your finger into the door close button but it can’t close fast enough.

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avocardorablegirl · 5 months

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KIM TAEHYUNG…👀😳🥵🔥

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vinetae · 1 year

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Try - Ch. 14

You let out a sigh, scooting over to crawl into his lap. The light, skin tight biker shorts you wore, along with the see-through tank top had no place in making him this excited. Your arms snake around his neck, as you press a lazy, slow kiss to his lips. “Can’t sleep?”

He nods. Your head bows as well, rolling off a sigh as an agreement. “Is it because of Jimin?”

No. I mean, Taehyung loved Jimin. Don’t get me wrong, but-

“Yes.”

Liar.

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Taehyung x Jungkook, reader x Jungkook, Taehyung x reader

Genre: Boyfriend!au, Smut, Fluff, poly!au

Word count: 3K

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The window’s pane seeps in the sun’s soft glows. Particles of dust dance around, basking in its love for the rest of eternity it seemed. A floating speck of dust. Seemed easy to do. No responsibilities, no jobs, just floating around in the air, drifting wherever the wind could take you.

Rising slowly so as to not wake the three tangled up in each other’s embrace, you reach over to the bedside table, unplugging your phone to unlock the screen. However, the background had changed. Inspecting the device, your eyebrow raises before the realization settles in. A sticker from your first date shows the day you went to the beach together. His parents had gone out for the weekend on a little vacation. He had invited you to his house to spend the weekend together. Disney movies sound in the background, as you two spun around the room like love-sickened fools. Feet lightly grazing his parent’s living room floors as if you’d been a ballerina. Hands trailing all over each other, before he sprung the idea of visiting the beach later in the afternoon.

A little kiosk had been selling couples stickers and products. He’d come back to the little bench with two ice creams and a little sticker stuck to the cup. Each ice cream ordered had a special sticker that -when pulled apart between two people- revealed your futures as a couple. He’d bought it for a silly reason, as you referenced it to be like a bad fortune cookie from your favorite chinese restaurant.

As you and he both pulled one end, the sticker opened up to reveal the message.

Your finger lightly grazes the printed words, a smile written on your face from remembrance.

‘Your love will prosper in more ways than one.’

Turning to the side, you watch as the young man’s chest rises and falls in patterns. His arm slung around Taehyung’s body, as Jungkook curls up to the side, nuzzling his nose into Jimin’s side neck.

Reaching back over to grab your phone to set him down, you pause when a certain notification pops up on screen. Heart starts to race at the words typed into messages. The unknown number leaves such a dent in your previously perfect morning.

“So, have you thought about my offer yet?”

Dishes clash together in the sink, as the sounds of Jungkook’s slurps of ramen echo through the small apartment. Taehyung sat on the end table, scrolling through his phone, while you had been enjoying a proportioned sized bowl of cereal.

The bedroom door swings wide, as Jimin enters the vicinity. Sporting a formal suit and tie, looking as if he’d been ready to close on a business deal. Suddenly, you’re reminded of the text you’d seen earlier. The small little question, still burning in the back of your mind.

Jimin’s lips curve into a smile, as he walks over giving each one of you a kiss on the forehead, starting with you of course. “Hello, my love.” His voice is chirpy and pep-filled, but you could sense a twinge of worry settled behind his happy façade.

Taehyung’s head lifts, eyeing the attractive man’s suit. “Where are you going?”

Jimin turns on his heel, walking over to grab a bite from Taehyung’s banana. Wiping the remains from the corners of his lips, Jimin answers. “I’ve got a business meeting my boss wants me to attend. We’re releasing the new demos for our products soon to see how the public will respond.” He ruffles the newly-dyed blonde’s locks, making a smile crease his face.

Jimin lets out a sigh, admiring the three of you in awe. Your head raises, eyebrow quirking in question. Not wanting to bother with his little happy place right now, you decide to stick you scooping out the last bit of Lucky Charms floating around in your bowl. A comfortable silence looms over the air, before Jimin makes his way towards the door.

“Don’t wait up!”

You stand, clearing the table of your mess as you call back out. “Love you!”

The door shuts.

You’d been sprawled out on the sofa of your apartment, eyes glued to your screen as you drew out the last few details to the new character your boss wanted done before this weekend. Intricate and precise details make it all worth it, as you take another glance at the piece from a different perspective -aka imagining that you’re another random person who got shown this- and judging it. You hum in satisfaction, saving the artwork to a tab.

Taehyung’s body plops down onto the couch, sighing as he rolls onto his stomach. Voice drawn out. “Y/nnnn” His eyes peek out from behind your tablet screen, making you chuckle at his cuteness.

“Mmm?” He goes to settle himself between your parted thighs, nosing your lower belly delicately. His breath rolls against your heating skin like soft waves on a calming sea’s plains. His hands find their way down the exposed lengths of your thighs, tracing small little circles along the pudgy flesh. You sigh out, letting him remove the drawing tablet from your grasp, as he’s quick to consume your attention now.

Body sliding back further into the comfort known as one of your loving boyfriends. Taehyung had always had a way with knowing how your body reacted to certain things. Even before all of this had started, Taehyung took quite magnificent detail into knowing what made you so… you.

Every touch that left your body in shambles. Every little graze along the innards of your thighs makes a chill crawl up your spine. What made you laugh, cry, uncomfortable, happy, calm.

He knew so much more than he let on.

Your chest rises slowly, as the tips of your fingers card through his damp folds, smelling the soft aroma of coconut and vanilla shampoo he’d loved so much. So had you.

“Y/n?” His chin tilts up, giving you the biggest -unintentional- puppy eyes. The dark brown of his irises glimmer with little specks of gold ringing the center. Lips pursed in a soft pout, making your heart flutter in place.

Your head tilts, silently telling him that whatever he wants to say, he can say it. You all four had grown so close together, it’s almost unbearable to just have one of them away. They had been more than family.

They were home.

Just as his lips part to ask something, the door swings open, Jimin startling the two of you. You’re quick to raise off the couch, helping him to get rid of his blazer. His eyes burned with tears he didn’t want to show. The pain in his chest felt like a thousand rocks were sitting atop, pinning him down. He couldn’t breathe.

“Holy shit..” Taehyung mumbles as you help Jimin to lower down onto the sofa. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you sooth his aching soul.

“Hey.. come on, what’s wrong?” You coo, thumbing away the tears falling down his cheeks and into his lap. Taehyung joins on the other side, placing a hand atop Jimin’s thigh, using his own way to comfort his best friend.

Jimin’s throat felt dry. Hoarse and cracked. He could barely get out the words, as his whole persona he built himself upon, came crashing down.

“I-I’m moving..”

…

Jungkook’s lips curve into a smile, as he swings the little enclosed gift in hand, reaching for the handle of the door, only to be met with nothing.

“Guys?” He calls out, stepping into the apartment. Kicking his shoes off, he makes his way through the house, wondering where his people had gone. “Hey, guys I got something for us to-” His eyes set upon Jimin’s slouched figure, a somber tone echoing in the room. His shoulders fall, matching the solemn atmosphere the bad news had brought.

Taehyung’s voice is laced with worry, as he tries to get some more information out. “W-Well.. What if you quit?” Jimin lets out a sad chuckle, thumbing Tae’s cheek, admiring the cuteness he emitted.

“It’s not the company’s fault. My father wants me to live in the U.S for a few years, to study under his management.”

“Management? For what?” You question, not truly believing this for a second. There’s no way he could just - leave like that. Everything that we have.. Everything we built..

Jimin sighs, settling back into the couch’s headrest. His eyes felt tired and heavy from all this crying. Throat, tight and clamped as his arm slung across to cover his eyes from the burning mid-day lights. “He’s wanting me to take over Nyuskeen.”

An uproar of shouts echo through the walls. “What?!”

“Wait wait-” Jungkook adds, settling himself down on the coffee table to make a little triangle of people. “You’re saying that the guy speaking at that big event was your dad?”

Jimin nods. “I didn’t want to be known as just ‘the CEO’s son’, so I tried getting a different job. He paid people off NOT to hire me for anything, until I eventually had to go crawling back to my old position.” Your heart breaks at his words. Arms gripping tighter as you try and ease the pain of his memories.

“I’m.. really sorry, Jimin. If I had known-” Jungkook tries to speak, but the elder cuts him off with a raised hand.

‘That’s the thing. I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t want you guys to think I was just rich off my father..” Your gaze softens, leaning in to peck his cheek lovingly. Tender hands caress and sides of his cheeks, as you add in.

“We wouldn’t think that, Jimin. Rich dad or not, we know you’ve worked so hard to get where you’re at.”

Taehyung scoots closer, adding an arm to this half bear hug session. “Besides, we’d love you either way, hyung. Rich or poor.” Jimin chuckles, leaning his head to the side to lay against Taehyung’s shoulder, releasing a drawn out sigh. Jungkook observes the group hug, not really sure on where or how to join in. You take notice of his hesitation.

“Kook?” You reach forwards, pulling him into this cuddle pile. You’re to Jimin’s left, as Taehyung is to his right, and Jungkook’s sat on his lap, earning a chuckle from the eldest. Jimin bounces his knee gently, making the younger man whip around in surprise.

You turn his attention back onto the subject at hand. Jimin has a tendency to manage to get out of tough conversations by either sex, or flirting. Flustering up the person until their able to speak, or fucking them so hard he literally steals their words away, are always his go-to’s.

But right now, he knows he’s supposed to feel this pain. Feel the warmth, and the fear that comes along with the bad news. Actually, he’s never felt so many emotions at once. On one hand, he’s in absolute awe at how well you guys are handling the situation, even though it’s breaking his heart. On the other hand, he’s angry. No- furious at his father for splitting up his pack. But he also knows that he can’t do anything about it. His father will always and forever hold everything he can over Jimin’s head.

How he hates it.

It felt like you were sending him to death row. The dinner table, not busy with light chatters and banters among the loves of your life, instead a dark and gloom aura settles in to stay. Like a nasty, free-loading uninviting guest, stealing your joys away.

Silverware clinks against the dishes, as Taehyung tries to make light of the situation. “Did you guys hear what’s going on in Itaewon?”

Heads lift from their staring contests with their food. “What?”

“Four whole streets got shut down due to tourist overpopulation.” Jungkook’s eyebrows raise.

“Doesn’t each street have like- a hundred vendors?” Taehyung nods, confirming this information.

Your head turns to Jimin’s slouched figure, who’d been busy rolling the little tteokbokki cake in the gochujang sauce you’d made. A pout tugs your lips. Hand reaching to place on top of his, you silently listen to the rest of Taehyung’s story before excusing the two of you from the table.

Pulling him into the laundry room, you lock the door. “I won’t have this sappy sally ruining our family time Jimi-”

“Y/n..” His voice is soft as he grabs both of your hands into his. Eyes lifting to sport somber and melancholic tones, as irises swirl with silence. He leads one of your hands to press against his chest, peeking a sad smile. “I love you.”

“Yes Jimin we’ve gone over this, but you can’t just-”

“Don’t you understand that?” You stop for a minute, listening to what he has to say.

“I love you. It’s not just that I love the sex. Because- hell I do but..” He chuckles, trying to say this in a way that you’ll understand. However, he can’t find one. Except for -

His lips crash into yours, hands guiding their way up along the lengths of your upper body. His touches, no longer sent the demon in your mind running wild. This had been more of a kiss filled with passion. Worry. Love. Fear.

Fear of losing the best woman he’s ever known. Losing his best friends. Lovers. The people he could rely most on in this twisted, fucked up world.

You all had been his world. All he ever wanted to live for.

And now, his world had been set on fire. All he could do is just watch as his people burned inside, waiting for the final ember to burn out.

Jungkook lets out a sigh, pushing his half-empty plate from the table. Arms settled in his lap, as he glanced at Taehyung.

“It isn’t fair.” Taehyung’s head cranes to the younger, nodding in a silent agreement. His head bows gently, the pain in his neck never could touch the hurt he felt in his chest. As if his heart was being ripped into fours. One piece for each of you.

Jungkook scoots closer to his boyfriend, resting his head upon Taehyung’s shoulder in somberness.

“You haven’t told her, have you?”

His mouth explored places along the plains of your body, as if it had his first time with you. Each touch, burning marks along your skin that had screamed ‘mine’. Your head lulls back, as his lips travel down the center of your body, trailing gently kisses along before stopping at your waist tied shorts. His eyes glance up, asking for permission silently. You both share the same expression, before his hands dive to rip your panties and shorts down in one go. Nose, edging along the exposed skin of your public bone, as he breathes in deeply. In one swift motion, his tongue is pressing flat against your heat, earning himself a whined cry from above.

Your hands grasped the washing machine’s edge, as your back laid out across the surface. Legs wrapping around Jimin’s head in pure bliss, as his tongue licks gently strips up the center of you. The tip, lightly dipping in a few times, making your body shiver. His hand reaches up to yours, clasping his fingers together in a romantic gesture. Your toes curled at the ends, as a wave of arousal flooded your entire body before landing against his tongue. A guttered moan vibrates to your exposed heat, as his free thumb lowers, rubbing against your aching clit in need.

Your head lays back, a heavy, moanful sigh rolls past your lips, watching as your stomach contracts little by little. Legs spreading out butterfly style to accommodate his more than welcomed lips to your pussy.

His voice is low and deep, as he coos at your little shaking figure. “Look at my baby, being so good for me. Spreading her legs like a good little girl.” Your thighs quiver with need, as one of his fingers reaches down to slide the length past just a bit, earning himself a whine.

Your breath was staggered and wanting, as you pulled out his favorites. “Oh- fuck.. Daddy please, I want your cock so bad. I’m your good girl, please!” Jimin chuckles, sliding in one more finger to the bunch, as his mouth hovers over your clit, before flicking his tongue out going side to side, sending you into a frenzy of sinful sounds. Voice becoming laced with need -as if it was never- watching as your legs began to shake. Adding in one last finger, his hand thrusts slow but efficiently to help you chase your high.

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Just cum on my hand like a good little girl. I know you want to. This pussy’s just begging to be filled, huh?”

Your back arches off the washing machine, as you cry out. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes, please!” A wave of arousal courses through your body, as sleep begins to fade in. A euphoric and knocked out sensation takes over your body, as he lowers his head to lick up the rest of your juices.

Fingers coming out to brush against your lips, pressing your cum to your lips before he starts licking them up, while using his other clean hand to pet your head.

“That’s my girl.”

They fucked. He knows they did. Or, at least he thought you did.

The way you’d come out of the laundry room, wearing a sleepy smile on your face and a limp in your step had his heart aching at the sight. He wanted to be the one to make you like that. All sore and stuffed to his liking. Just wanting to have you beg for more of his cock, until early morning hours.

And that’s what this had been. Taehyung turns to the other side, glancing at the clock.

4am.

He sighs, arms crossing over his chest as he admires the way you had been squished between Jungkook and Jimin, as the three of you had fallen fast asleep.

He knew it wouldn’t have been fair to barge into your little goodbye sex session. Or, whatever you two did behind that locked door.

It really wasn’t his business. Just as if Jungkook and you had made out in the kitchen, it wasn’t any of his business. He was only here for you. Jimin, well that had been a bonus.

Or that’s what he kept telling himself.

His arm reaches out to touch the exposed skin of your own, gently shaking you awake. He smiles at the way you use your arm to cover your face, whining from the sudden disturbance.

“Y/n..” He softly coos, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. You groan, flipping over to the other side, curling into Jungkook’s snoring chest. Taehyung shakes you again, and this time you fling up, annoyed.

“Taehyung it’s-” You look towards the clock, sighing in frustration from the early wake up call. “Four in the morning, Taehyung. This better be good.” Taehyung’s head hangs low, nodding. Open his mouth to spill the words, but they just don’t come out. Instead, he opts on something else.

“H-How was dinner?”

“You woke me up at four in the morning to ask me how I liked dinner?”

No.

“Y-Yeah. I mean it was a new restaurant we tried and-”

No.

“I wanted to see if we’d like to try it again.”

He nods. Your head bows as well, rolling off a sigh as an agreement. “Is it because of Jimin?”

No. I mean, Taehyung loved Jimin. Don’t get me wrong, but-

“Yes.”

Liar.

A smile pinches your cheeks, as you lean in to kiss his forehead gently. All of his worries, not diminishing like he had wished, but decreasing more so to say. Your body pushes him back down gently to lay, as you rest your head on his chest. Softly whispering sweet words in hopes of easing his worries.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Tae Tae.”

Y/n..

“We’ll still have each other~”

Y/n.

“And when Jimin gets back, it’ll be like he never left.”

No, Y/n. It won’t.

You four had all woken up early to bid Jimin a goodbye. He promised how he’d have room if you guys had ever wanted to fly over for a week or two. The reason why you hadn’t gone with him was because A - your business had been here. Animation companies were pretty strict on getting designs in on time, even if they had been digital. You also had to hand draw some papers to hand in manually. All in all, it wouldn’t have worked. Jungkook had started up his artistic career as well, getting a job in a similar department as you, for an opposing company.

The airline calls Jimin’s plane number, as he hugs the three of you goodbye. Sharing a passionate kiss with each of you. No stares had been made your way when he kissed you, but when it came to Taehyung and Jungkook, some heads had definitely turned.

Jimin slings the weight of his carry-on over his shoulder, letting out a sigh.

“I’ll see you guys soon.”

When he’s past the gates, that’s when you let it all out. You watched the love of your life, your first everything walk away like it hadn’t even affected him.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Once Jimin’s out of sight from the group, his chest begins to beat out of his chest, the crease of his eyes pouring down streams of pain and anger. Anger towards the world, for taking his away. Anger to his father. Anger at being born into his family. His knees hit the floor, giving up on the facade he tried so hard to maintain around the three of you. His beautiful angels. The loves of his life. Everybody he would ever need.

Being ripped away from him.

But, the most pain comes from knowing that he won’t get those morning greetings, with Taehyung bringing a tray of hot cocoa while you all cuddle in bed, watching some random Telenovela. The way Jungkook and you fought over who’d win the Mario Kart racing match, while Taehyung and him sat back, curled up with a good book or listening to some music. No more passion filled nights, where you all put your whole trust in him alone. Loving him so much to even allow that.

It was hell.

The airline speaks once more through the intercoms, pulling his mind from the depths of his own thoughts. Taking a deep breath and picking himself up off the floor, he walks through the door. The door that leads to his temporary life.

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