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‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch
Day Three - BTS
#bts#kim namjoon#rm#bts rm#kim seokjin#jin#bts jin#min yoongi#suga#bts suga#jung hoseok#j-hope#bts j-hope#park jimin#jimin#bts jimin#kim taehyung#v#bts v#jeon jungkook#jungkook#bts jungkook#bangtan#bangtan sonyeondan#ot7#bts gifs#btsedit#my gifs#YOONGI TUMMY DETECTED#and his precious smile SHUT UP
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four. flu
"Hey, hyung?" (or 5 times Jungkook wants tummy rubs + 1 times he doesn't)
four. flu
word count: 637
sickie: jungkook
caretaker: taehyung
“Hey, hyung?”
Jungkook is so congested that Taehyung can hardly understand him.
He’s tucked into bed, hair fanned out of his pillow and thick comforter pulled up to his nose, and Taehyung pauses in the doorway, slightly wary of just how many germs have to be contaminating the very room he’s about to walk into.
Jungkook coughs, loud and wet, and the sound propels Taehyung forward.
“Sit up,” he instructs, helping Jungkook into an upright position and handing him a glass of water from the table next to his bed. Jungkook clutches at the glass with both hands, struggling to contain his coughing, and lifts it to his chapped lips to take a sip. His arms are shaking and Taehyung quickly takes the water back into his own grip as the coughs subside.
“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook croaks out. “I was gonna ask if you could bring me another box of tissues.”
Taehyung looks at the box of tissues sitting right next to Jungkook in confusion. “There’s some right there?”
Jungkook’s gaze slides sluggishly over to the tissues. “Oh.”
He reaches for a tissue, fingers trembling, and pulls one out so slowly that Taehyung almost reaches over and does it for him. Instead, he watches with a mixture of concern and amusement and Jungkook lifts the tissue to his face and pauses halfway, looking unsure.
“Need to blow your nose?” Taehyung suggests.
Jungkook blinks slowly. His brows draw together and when he breathes out, the sound is congested, a noisy huff of air. He pulls in a deep breath through his reddened nose, air whistling past the congestion.
“Uh.” Jungkook scrunches up his face. And then he sneezes abruptly, his entire frame shaking.
“Or, that.” Taehyung chuckles. “That was some sneeze.”
Jungkook sniffles and snuffles into the tissue. He’s starting to look a little too pale for Taehyung’s liking and he prays it’s not a sign that the awful nausea Jungkook had experienced earlier is returning.
Taehyung plucks another tissue from the box, exchanges it for the one in Jungkook’s hand, and nods. “Go ahead. Blow your nose.”
He takes a second to brush the backs of his fingers across Jungkook’s forehead while he blows his nose obediently. He’s warm, but no hotter than he had been earlier. He presses his lips to the top of Jungkook’s head. He’s shivering now, little tremors that run through his body and shake the whole bed, and Taehyung can feel the heat radiating off of him just through his hair.
Maybe he is hotter than he had been earlier.
“Can you rub my tummy?” Jungkook suddenly asks, voice soft and raspy.
Taehyung nods. He helps Jungkook lean back against the headboard and tugs the comforter down to his waist, climbing into the bed next to him. Jungkook is pliant, only shivering when Taehyung also lifts the hem of his shirt, and as soon as Taehyung’s palm is on his stomach he closes his eyes with a long, stuffy exhale.
Taehyung loses track of how long he lies there next to Jungkook, rubbing his stomach. Just when he thinks Jungkook is asleep, and he slows his hand’s movements, Jungkook sniffles and wiggles until Taehyung picks back up again, moving his palm back and forth across the soft warm skin.
Jungkook forgets he has tissues next to him again, and he almost gets coughed and sneezed on more than once, but he is dedicated to bringing Jungkook comfort in whatever way he possibly can.
It isn’t until Taehyung hears loud, congested snores that he stops fully, carefully tugging Jungkook’s shirt back down and pulling the comforter up to his chest. Even then, as Jungkook sleeps, Taehyung rests his hand on top of the younger man’s stomach, letting the weight of it be a reminder that he’s there if Jungkook wakes up again.
#bts sickfic#sickfic#sick bts#bts snz#drabble#sick jungkook#fever#caretaker taehyung#bts hurt/comfort#hurt/comfort#chaptered fic#5 + 1 fic#tummy rubs#flu
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seom vmin napping together
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Thinking about Taehyung's tummy :(
Soft. And. Cute.
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why is he beaten up tho. are bruises sexy. maybe sometimes but they didnt do in a way thats sexy to me
#also fuck American flag sweater. come on taehyung#also also did he actually work out or did they edit the vague abs? last I saw him he had a cute tummy!!#dont get me wrong I love messed up Taehyung in fact I have him twice bruised up in my fanfiction#hes soooo likely to lose a fight<3 I love pathetic Kim taehyung#hes like the epitome of 'babe this is for you' *misses*
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too hot to handle;m | jjk
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 5.3k
rating: 18+
genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au, fwb
warnings: belly button smoochies !!!!, they banter a lot hihi, oral (m receiving), protected sex, dick slaps on the face 🫢, mentions of underage drinking, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, oc loves reality tv shows & jk just puts up w it, groping, praise, a sprinkle of jealousy😋, INTRODUCING A KITTY CAT !!!! pls she is the cutest <3
summary: pov: it's a hot summer day, and naturally, your brother's best friend can't take his eyes off your scantily clad body.
a/n: wow it's been so long!! but here's a lil summer fic!! love u hope u like it MWAH 😙
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“I can’t believe those people can’t keep their dick in for just a little while.” Jungkook tilts his head in a disapproving way. “There’s so much money at stake and you're risking it just cause you’re horny?”
You silently giggle at the way his brows knit. The judgement that contorts his face is the exact opposite of his earlier claims that he doesn’t care about silly reality tv shows that are obviously pre-arranged and scripted.
“Oh, don’t act like it’d be easy for you.” You poke his calf with your foot. “You’re a very horny person, Jungkook.” You look up at him with your chin resting against his bare chest and give him a pointed look.
His bottom lip juts out as he ponders your words. “I don’t think so,” he finally says.
You gasp in mock surprise, pushing yourself away from with your palms against shoulders. You lie nearly completely on top of him, one leg thrown across his body. “That is a bold statement coming from you.”
Jungkook toys with the strap of your lacy camisole. “Honestly, I think you are hornier than me.”
You blink multiple times. “Me?” You point to yourself. “No, it’s you.” You nudge his bare, husky chest with your nail – you got your nails done for summer, the tips are painted in the cutest pastel colours.
He catches your finger and swiftly interlaces his hand with yours. “Nuh-uh. It’s not me,” he denies. “Who was the one to initiate things between us?”
“That has nothing to do with this,” you argue. “You just never initiated anything because you’re scared of my brother.” A mischievous twinkle unfolds in your eyes. Jungkook should be paid for the obnoxious number of times he has to put up with your bratty ass.
Jungkook rolls his pretty eyes. “I wouldn’t be on his fucking couch cuddling with his sister if I was scared, hm?” He looks across the hallway, pointing with his chin to Taehyung’s room. “Where even is he?”
“I dunno. Said he’d come home late.”
His fingers slip away from yours and he holds his palm against yours.
“You’ve got long fingers,” you say, staring at the size difference.
“Your nails are pretty.” He mindlessly brushes his fingers over them.
You excitedly tap your fingertips against his hand. “I know, right? Thank you!” You lean down and give his belly button a kiss.
“Another one?”
You giggle foolishly, planting another smooch on his tummy. Then you rest your head on his belly and refocus on the show playing on the television.
His palm lies on the small of your back, thumb gently stroking your exposed skin. “You were, like, all over me, though. Last year, I mean.”
“Excuse me?” you turn your head.
“Last year during summer break, when Taehyung and I surprised you.”
“I know what you mean,” you tell him. You drop his hand on his lap, a frown blossoming on your face. “But that was not the case at all.”
Okay, perhaps he is correct – but to your defence, you were struggling with your first real heartbreak around that time and needed a little distraction.
“I just wanted to get the charger and leave,” he argues with a pout, playing all innocent with those damned doe eyes
“No.” You give him an appalled look. “You were literally standing in my room staring at me.”
“Well, I didn’t expect to find you like that.”
“You barged into my room, what were you expe-”
“I didn’t barge into your room,” he clarifies. “Your door was ajar, so I assumed you’d be decent.”
You shake your head disapprovingly. “Knocking is basic etiquette.”
“Whatever,” he sighs and his hand on your back sneaks beneath your top. “You initiated it, though. Practically threw yourself at me.”
You scoff, frowning up at him. “Need a trip down memory lane?”
Jungkook smirks amusedly. His dimple pops out adorably. “What?” He twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “Wanna show me what we did?”
You roll your eyes, despite your heart skipping a beat. “You wouldn’t last a second on the show.” You tilt your head towards the flat screen tv.
“I have a hot girl in my arms – gonna blame a boy for trying?”
Jungkook clearly knows how to get you. And you hate that he knows when he’s got you. His smile grows bigger and his hand wanders down to your ass, barely covered with your tiny shorts, and delivers a little smack.
“C’mere,” he whispers and pulls you on top of him. “Wanna make you scream louder than you did earlier.”
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one year ago
For you, summer doesn’t quite begin until it’s the perfect day to lie on the sun lounger in a cute bikini, sipping on a cold drink and bask in the gentle warmth with good music in your ears. It’s the perfect way to relax and unwind.
Lucky for you, today is one of those summer days – just perfect enough to spend the entire day resting by the pool. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow on your skin.
Better than Revenge by Taylor Swift is blasting through your phone while you placidly flip the page of a memoir about love.
As you look up from the book, you notice that your little grey cat Moon has left your lap. She was sunbathing with you, lying flat on her belly with her limbs outstretched, but she must’ve slipped into the house a while ago. You dog ear the page and place the book on the small table beside you.
The sun dances on the water, creating a beautiful mosaic of light and shadow. A little slice of heaven on earth, you think. You love spending time in the backyard. It’s peaceful and tranquil.
And that’s when you hear the patter of feet running across the grass from behind, and before you’re able to realise what’s happening, two bodies jump into the pool, the water splashes everywhere – including you.
“What the-” You shut your eyes closed despite the sunglass perched on the bridge of your nose. Water droplets hit your face. You pull your sunglasses up to your forehead.
Two heads pop out of the water. “Hi.” Jungkook is the first to speak up. He sends a sweet smile in your direction, his hand doing a little wave.
Your heart beats faster at the sight of him. Unthinkingly, you slowly mimic the wave with your hand. Your gaze wanders over to the tattoo wreathing his shoulder, peeking out of the water, and the way the droplets run from his face to his neck before your eyes shift to your brother.
Taehyung is fixing his hair, a huge grin plastered on his face.
“What are you guys doing here?” You grab the towel next to you to dry yourself off. “Isn’t it Thursday? I thought you were coming back on Friday?”
“Surprise!” Your brother yells from the pool. When Taehyung notices the pout on your lips, he gives you a quizzical look. “You’re not happy to see me?” He pushes himself out of the pool and walks over to you.
“I had planned to bake you a cake,” you explain sullenly and stand up.
“A cake? For what?”
“Just a little welcome back cake.” You shrug. “Mum bought me the pink Smeg stand mixer and I wanted to try it out.”
“Well, that’s fine. We could bake together?” He opens his arms, and despite him being wet everywhere, you rush into the hug.
“Missed you,” you mumble into his arm. Immediate comfort surrounds you. "But it’s no fun being in the kitchen with you.”
“Yah.” He shoves you away. “Be grateful that I’m letting you ruin my kitchen with all your stuff.”
“Ruin?” you repeat offended. “As far as I know you barely even have anything in your kitchen – let alone your apartment. I’ll decorate everything really pretty, just trust me.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook pushing himself out of the pool. Taehyung restricts your sight a little, so you take a subtle step to the side. But the second you have a clear view of Jungkook, you instantly regret it.
His arms have gotten bigger – stronger, buffer, just everything – and the water running down his sculpted body is pitifully failing at making this scene less salivating. Oh, and his thighs. His wet swim shorts cling to them, leaving exactly nothing to the imagination.
You hastily look away when Jungkook catches your eyes.
“You missed me too?” Jungkook chips in, standing next to Taehyung. Jungkook wears a cheeky grin and stretches his arms out.
With faux reluctance, you give in. “I guess,” you mutter and gingerly hug him. Jungkook’s big hands are on your back and you feel the slightest tingle.
“You guess?” he scoffs.
He pulls you back and peers down at you beneath his wet locks. You’re a little blinded by the proximity of his gorgeous face. His piercings twinkle in the sun just like is eyes do when he looks at you.
When his hands clasp your waist, you know exactly what he’s scheming.
“Jungkook, don’t.” You try to push him away, but he obviously won’t budge.
“When are you gonna learn that teasing me by the pool never ends well for you?” He cocks his head.
You feel Taehyung’s hand on your shoulder. “You did this to yourself.”
You huff, trying to plead with your eyes. “Jungkook. I really don’t want to get my hair wet.”
“You don’t want me to throw you into the pool?”
“No.” Your mouth twists into a pout. Maybe he’ll spare you for cuteness. Your hands travel to his arms. Or maybe you can distract him enough to let you go.
“Too bad.” Jungkook throws you over his shoulder with an annoying grin. You kick his back with your fists, but it’s hopeless. “That’s, like, one of my favourite summer activities.”
And then he leaps into the pool with you.
~
You admit, you did indeed have fun goofing around with them in the pool – you're still pissed at Jungkook for tossing you into the water though.
“You’ve been alone the whole day?” Taehyung asks when all three of you are out of the pool.
“Yeah, mum and dad said they’d come home later.”
“Why haven’t you invited someone over?”
“Just wanted to enjoy some me time.” You point to your copy of Everything I Know About Love. “I was reading a little.”
“How are thing with Doyoon? Haven’t heard from him in a while.”
It is a reasonable question, given that you haven’t updated Taehyung on your relationship status for, like, a month now. But you’d rather talk about anything but your ex.
“I don’t know,” you reply indifferently. When you spot little Moon plodding around the garden you swoop her up into your arms. “Have you greeted Moonie yet? She’s missed you.” The tiny grey kitty purrs in your hold.
“I spent like 20 minutes cuddling her in the living room when we got here.” Taehyung pets her under her chin and her purring intensifies. “So, what’s with Doyoon? You two had a fight?”
Jungkook joins the kitty cuddles and gives Moon belly rubs.
“I broke up with him.”
Both boys stop their movements. Moon complains meekly at the sudden lack of petting.
“You broke up with him?” Jungkook asks perplexed.
You’re aware it sounds shocking that the girl with huge separation anxiety and attachment issues broke up with her boyfriend of nearly a year, but that is exactly what you did.
“What did he do?” Taehyung's eyebrows are knitted, flashing you a glowering gaze.
You know he is not mad at you – even though he doesn’t particularly like when you keep things hidden from him – but mad at the fact that someone hurt you and he wasn’t there to protect you.
You just shrug.
“How long ago was that?” Taehyung continues his inquiry.
“Uh, like a month ago or so?” You let Moon hop onto the grass. She immediately goes to rub her head against Jungkook’s leg.
“___, if you want me to-”
“Tae, I’m fine. Really.”
“We’ll talk about this later.” In Jungkook’s direction he says, “I’ll get us some towels.” And then he disappears into the house.
Jungkook steps closer to you, now with Moon in his embrace, and changes the subject. “Watchu been up to?” He pinches your cheek. “Senior year was fine without us?”
Frowning, you shove his arm away. “Believe it or not, but school was actually more peaceful without annoying boys in the hallways.”
Jungkook snorts a laugh at your jab. His dimples popping out distract you a little and all you think about is cute and how badly you want to poke them. But instead, you cross your arms in front of your chest.
“So, everything’s been fine?” he asks. “You’re excited for college? Being roomies with Taehyung?” Jungkook’s eyes shimmer teasingly – how could they not, his doe eyes look the sparkliest around you.
Now, you don’t want to seem rude. But when you thought about moving out and finally having the freedom you had dreamed of for so long, you didn’t reckon with the fact that your parents had already arranged your move out without you. You had tabs of pretty apartments near campus saved on your laptop when your mum nonchalantly asked at dinner a few months ago if Taehyung had already removed the furniture from his guest bedroom so you could furnish it to your liking.
You were a little upset – still are upset, but there's nothing you can do.
It’s a sore subject, so you bite the side of your lip sulkily. “Why? Do you wanna move in? I heard you only got a tiny dorm.” You keep your nose in the air.
“Oh no, I love my apartment. I love having my own space and not having to share it with anyone.” Jungkook shakes his head at your wrong assumption, all innocently. “It’s not big, but perfect for one person.” He shrugs. “Will you be fine with only one room to yourself, princess?” He actually flashes you a smile – taunting you with those sickeningly wicked lips and round eyes – but you just roll your eyes at his silly remark and turn on your heel, sashaying your way back to the sun lounger.
“I’m good.” You pick up your towel from the small table to dry you off. “I’ll be perfectly fine. I don’t think I’ll be home much anyway.” You imitate his smile from just a moment ago. “Wanna have the full college experience.” You think you see his face falter for the tiniest second before he recovers.
“Told Taehyung that too?”
You purse your lips in naivety. “Of course he knows.”
“Oh, yeah?” He quirks his brow. You catch his eyes as they dip down to watch you drying your chest.
You blink. “What do you mean – yeah, of course I told him.” You have to contain your laughter when perplexity falls over Jungkook’s face. “What are you thinking of?” Your head falls sideways, mouth curving upwards.
“No, what are you thinking of?”
“Oh, I’m thinking of spending my time in the library to study, maybe explore some cute cafes nearby to study in – oh, creating study groups and having study buddies would be fun!” you exclaim. “And obviously cheering for Taehyung and you,” – you give him a pointed look – “at your games.” You throw the now damp towel back on the lounger. “What were you thinking of?”
He shakes his head, pouty mouth denying that he was thinking of something else. He’s guilelessly rubbing Moon’s back, who has quickly fallen into a little nap in his arms.
“Cheering us on, hm?”
“Just like old times,” you say. “Think I should apply as a cheerleader again?”
Jungkook toys with his lip ring and you hate when he does it because you already have a hard time not blatantly staring at his mouth as it is.
“You-” He stops abruptly.
“What?” you ask, trying to pull the words from him, the tip of your tongue pressing against your top lip.
“You looked good in your cheerleader uniform.” His eyes dart mindlessly over your body.
A short giggle escapes you. “I know, right? Thank you!” You give him a sweet smile over your shoulder as you walk pass Taehyung, who just stepped outside with two towels in his hand.
“Where’re you going?” Taehyung halts next to you.
“Thought I’d make us some drinks,” you reply.
Taehyung gives you a long stare. “That’s what you’ve been up to the past weeks?”
You wave dismissively. “No, not at all.”
But Taehyung can tell when you lie – can smell it from anywhere. It’s something you hate and love at the same time. Sometimes you just want to be left alone, and sometimes, when your guard is up high, he allows you to feel vulnerable through his endless poking and snooping.
“Maybe a little.” An apologetic smile forms on your mouth, eyes going rounder when you hear Taehyung sigh.
Okay, maybe you did drink a little more than you’d like to admit – you got your heart broken. What’s a girl gonna do? – but never too much. And never when you were on your own. Being drunk alone is no fun.
“I promise it’s not that serious,” you say. Nothing a little crying, cuddles from Moon and journaling at night can’t cure. Your visits at stationery stores have been a tad bit excessive this past month – but for good reason.
His eyes tell you that he’s going to confront you about this later. He nods his head to the kitchen inside. “Don’t go too overboard, yeah?”
“Oh, I’ll make you one of my specialties!”
Taehyung doesn’t join your enthusiasm. Instead, he scowls. “Specialties? ___, when did you-”
You hop into the house, not listening anymore. Once he gets a taste of your drink, his grumpy face will ask for another one instead of grumbling about your recklessness.
~
You don’t know what Taehyung and Jungkook are up to, but you hope they took your advice seriously when you told them to put on sunscreen if they want to spend more time outside.
You’re fresh out of a shower. The steam in your bathroom follows you into your bedroom – despite the hot temperatures, you can’t bring yourself to shower with cold water.
With a fluffy towel around you and your kitty ears headband on, you poke your head into your wardrobe to search for clothes.
You just fetched a cute pair of panties when you hear your door fly open.
“Taehyung needs a charger can you-”
Jungkook immediately shuts up.
Your panties slip from your fingers. His eyes move aimlessly over your body until he realises what he’s doing. Flustered, he turns his head around and sees the door wide open. Jungkook quickly closes it, and you don’t know why – maybe he doesn’t want anyone seeing you like this, you think he mentioned earlier that Namjoon was gonna come over too, or maybe he doesn’t want someone seeing him in this untimely situation.
Your cheeks feel on fire. “He needs a phone charger?” you ask when he shifts his gaze back at you.
“Yeah.” You almost giggle at the way he tries not to look down at your body. He already had trouble with that in the backyard.
You pad through your room to find your charger.
“I’m not sure where I put it.” You feel his eyes on you and inevitably, your entire body gradually starts feeling hot. You bend down to take a peek under your bed, tightly holding the towel in front of your chest to keep it from sliding down, but you come up empty-handed.
Jungkook clears his throat. “You know – I think he’ll be fine. If he doesn’t find his I can get mine from home.”
Returning to him, you quickly snatch your panties from the ground and throw them back into your wardrobe.
“Maybe I left it in the living room,” you say, eyes trailing over his bare chest. If he’s not subtle about staring, you won’t be either.
“I’ll tell him to look there.”
You nod. And he nods. But no one moves.
“That looks cute.” He nods towards your headband.
“Oh.” You touch the soft material of your headband. “Thank you.”
“I probably should head back.”
“You really want to leave?”
That elicits a surprised snort from him. “Do you want me to stay?” His eyebrows shoot up.
“I dunno.” You toy with the front of your towel. “Maybe?”
The crooked smile that appears on his face gives you the last push. You’ve got Jungkook alone in your room in nothing but his swim shorts – you'd be a fool not to try.
His eyes are locked on your fingers playing with your towel. Jungkook takes a step towards you. When he raises his tatted arm and gently outlines the curve of your waist with his fingertip, you let go of your towel. With a dull thud it pools around your feet.
“I-” Jungkook is speechless as he stares at your exposed body His doe eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them. He averts his gaze to your face, pointing his thumb to the door. His mouth parts, but no words come past them.
“Don’t leave.” A little frown scrunches your face. “Do you want to leave?”
“We shouldn’t-” Jungkook shakes his head, eyes furtively glimpsing at your body again before lifting them up. “You sure?” he asks. “You want this?” Hesitantly, his tongue fiddles with his piercing.
You nod and reach for his hand, grabbing a few fingers to drag him closer to you.
“You want this?” he repeats. “Need you to say it. Please.” He’s staring deep into your eyes and you see the desire and restraint striving against each other in his. His question lingering in the air controls his mixed emotions.
“I want this.” You tug him even closer.
His longing glances are all over you – he can’t seem to dwell too long on one curve, he needs to memorise it all.
“Fuck it,” he whispers. And then he cups your jaw, roughly going in for a messy kiss.
You stumble a few steps back, but Jungkook catches you, his fingers dip into the soft skin of your waist. A sigh from you mingles into the kiss. You didn’t think kissing Jungkook would feel so good. But his lips are ridiculously smooth, and he moves his mouth in a fashion that has you yearning for more. Your hands vanish in his hair, teasingly pulling at his damp locks.
He pulls back, breathing heavy. “This is so wrong.” He nuzzles his head into your neck.
“He won’t know.” When you feel his teeth sinking into your skin, you yank him back. “He will if you're gonna suck hickeys on me.”
“You just taste so fucking good,” he mumbles.
You pepper kisses along his jaw before you slowly sink on your knees. The bulge in his shorts stares right at you. Giddy sparks flash through your eyes while you look up at Jungkook.
“You’re not doing this because you drank, right?” His knuckles brush over your cheek.
“Huh?” you feel dizzy, little pink hearts swell up in front of your eyes, the longer you stare into his dreamy face. When you register his question, you deny it with a strong shake of your head. “I’m not drunk.”
He tips your chin up. “You promise?”
“I didn’t put anything in my drink,” you assure him. “I promise.”
With a smile playing on your lips, you place a kiss on his belly button before pulling down his swim shorts. The pink hearts grow even bigger when his cock pops out. It’s a pretty cock – veiny and thick, his tip glistening with a teeny tiny dab of pre-cum. You’ve never been more excited to put a dick in your mouth.
You have one palm around his cock and guide his head to your mouth. You stick your tongue out and sweep it over his slit. The muscles on his abdomen tense. Even the slightest reactions from him excites you, cheeks turning warm in eagerness.
A breathy moan escapes Jungkook at the feeling of your warm lips wrapped around his head and his fingers slide over your kitty ears headband to the back of your head. You like the feeling of his hand on you. It elicits a tingly sensation in your tummy. You take more of him, relaxing your throat as you go.
“Good girl.” His hushed praise has wetness pooling between your thighs. Your fist curled around his cock tightens fleetingly.
More quiet moans fill the room as you bob your head, tongue swirling around his length. You pull off his dick with a lewd sound and pump his cock while you suck on his balls. Jungkook’s head falls back, flaunting his pretty throat you’d die to adorn with your love bites all over.
Dragging your lips over his cock again, his palm pushes your head forward. Almost his entire length vanishes in your mouth and the corner of your eyes start shimmering with tears.
“Fuck, that’s right.” He holds you there, savouring the feeling of your lips pulled taut around his swollen cock. “Taking my cock so good.” When you retract with a gag, his thumb brushes your tear away. “But still too big, huh?”
“You wanna teach me how to take all of it?” You bat your eyes.
Jungkook grins, flashing you his bunny teeth. He glides his tip over your plush lips and to your cheek. “Think you could take it all?”
“If you teach me well enough.” Your palms rest against his muscular thighs. You squeeze them and your mouth turns round in awe of their firmness.
He taps his cock on your face a couple times. “Another time, princess. Just wanna fuck your mouth right now.” Jungkook presses his dick on your mouth. “Open.”
With his cock back in your mouth, he starts moving his hips. He doesn’t force his cock in too far, just enough to have you teary eyed.
“Scoot over there.” His voice his husky as he pulls his dick from your mouth, it distracts you a little from what he’s instructed you to do until Jungkook nudges your shoulder and nods his chin to the back. You crawl backwards on your knees, palms on his thighs. When he’s satisfied, he leans in for a short kiss and you kneel comfortably on the plush carpet beneath you.
He strokes himself, eyebrows drawn together as he ogles your body through his hooded eyes. You could sit here for hours watching him play with himself. He’s just so hot. You love watching hot men do anything.
“Wanna fuck you,” he rasps, words laced with thick, deep lust. He pushes his hair back before it falls prettily into his face. “Can I fuck you?”
Unbeknownst to him, you would do anything he asked you to do now.
When you raise to your feet Jungkook asks, “Can you keep quiet?”
Offence is written on your face as you pad to your nightstand. “Don’t worry. This isn’t the first time I’ve snuck a boy into my room.”
“Who would’ve thought you’re such a dirty girl, hm?” He snatches the condom from your drawer before you can reach for it. He’s practised in tearing the wrapper open and rolling it over his cock. “Bend over your desk for me.”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching your back for him. He shoves two fingers up your pussy and you have to bite down your lip to stifle a moan.
“So wet for me already.” Jungkook curls his fingers, and you can’t believe how fast he has your thighs trembling.
Withdrawing his fingers, he aligns his tip to your entrance. Jungkook gradually sinks his cock into you.
“Fuck, you’re big,” you whine, brows pinched together.
“You can take it.” Jungkook moves his hips while his fingers grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh. “Your pussy feels so fucking good – fuck.”
Jungkook fucks you fast – fucks you good, you think you already feel your high building up. He sneaks his around your body, pressing his palm on your tummy.
“You like this?” He puts pressure with his hand and your walls clamp around his cock. A moan escapes you. “Good girl,” he coos. “Wanna make you cum for me.”
“Don’t stop – please don’t stop,” you pant, shutting your eyes closed.
Your elbows give in and you rest your arms on the desk.
Jungkook’s cock feels undeniably good, rubbing against your sweet spot and making you see stars while you uncontrollably utter tiny moans.
“Gonna cum around my cock?” Jungkook hand collides against your butt. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”
Your climax consumes you in lightning speed. It swamps your wholly, tears well up in your eyes. Your legs are wobbly, but Jungkook has a safe hand around you.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers.
His hand on your tummy flies up to your tits, rolling them around in his palm while relentlessly fucking you through your high.
“Has any sneaky link made you cum this fast before?” His voice is tinted in something you can’t quiet pinpoint. It’s deep, fierce.
“Nu-uh.” You’re dizzy and breathless, can’t think straight.
“Good.” He lands a smack on your ass.
His breathing intensifies, cock throbbing in your pussy. Pressing his forehead against your shoulder blade, his husky moans fill your ear. Your eyes roll. There’s nothing hotter than men moaning – especially when it’s Jungkook.
With a final thrust he spills his cum inside the condom. He exhales shakily and the tiniest whine falls from his lips. “Fuck.” Both his hands run over the slope of your ass. Jungkook plants a thoughtless kiss on the nape of your neck. “Fucking you might be my favourite now.”
“Found a new favourite summer activity besides throwing me into the pool?” You smile tiredly, peering over your shoulder.
“No – I’m talking favourite activity in general.” He absent-mindedly roams his palms across your back and down to your butt.
A giddy feeling unfurls in your chest. “Well, don’t tell Tae that.”
“Fuck, I should head downstairs.” Jungkook pulls his cock out, coaxing a little whine from you “You have a bin here?”
“In my bathroom.”
While Jungkook gets rid of the condom, you wrap yourself up in the towel again. You need another shower before putting on clothes.
When he steps out, he quickly throws on his swim shorts. “You gonna take a shower?”
“Yeah...need to fix this.”
Genuine confusion spreads on his face. “You look pretty.” With an endearing smile, dimples out and doe eyes sparkling he adds, “Always.”
Something really tightly wraps around your heart. “Thanks.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to stop your smile from growing.
The doorbell rings downstairs.
“Oh, is that Joon?” you ask joyfully. “I need him to recommend me some books again! I missed him so much.”
“He has a girlfriend,” Jungkook tells you.
You frown. You’re not stupid – obviously you know he has one. You’ve seen the pictures he shared on his Instagram stories. What kinda guy goes to a ceramic painting place? That was obviously a date.
“I know.”
When Namjoon’s loud voice screaming for Jungkook reaches your ears, your tummy churns.
“You need to leave.” You push Jungkook towards the door. He opens it and swiftly walks out.
“Hey, Namjoon, is that you?” Jungkook yells.
As you watch Jungkook leave your room, you want him back immediately. It feels unfair to get a taste of what his kisses and touches feel like only to have them taken away.
But deep down you know you two can’t repeat this. You wouldn’t be able to keep it from your brother. Eventually, Taehyung would figure it out.
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pt 1 & pt 2 here <3
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˙✧˖ ?! — STAMINA. - MDNI !!
— ‧₊˚ — 🕳: "didn't i already fuck all the cum out of you ??"
summary. who would've thought your boyfriend had this much stamina? basically horny freshly woken up tae 👍
notes. i love me some sleepy consentual sex! first time writing for tae (PLSSS tell me if you want more of him or of who rly) 🙏
warnings/includes. (NSFW) subby-ish! taehyung x f! reader, lots of mwah mwah kisses, NEEDY tae, riding, reader is a bit degrading (but he loveees it so we're good!!), unprotected sex (stay safe y'all!!)
"m'baby," his guttaral voice whisperes in your ear, nibbling and licking lazily, till moving on to your neck, leaving a faint trail of saliva, "baby" his words somewhere far, far away yet his tone a little more whiny almost pleading for you to open your eyes, pecking all over your bare shoulders and collar bone till returning to your face, cupping it as well as shaking you lightly.
"tae-" your voice quiet, eyes opening almost impressingly slow, weak hands reaching out for god knows what.
in response he immediately wraps his arms around your whole body, nuzzling his face into your tummy, kissing some of the moles, mumbling something non-audible against the soft skin.
"please," his greedy fingers squezzing the flesh gently, head going up and down, in a mix of looking up to you with half lidded eyes (he himself didn't seem fully woken up) and going down to give all your skin from belly to thighs quick little sloppy pecks "please"
he looked so pretty like this, once again looking up to you like you're the whole fucking solar system if you'd look closely you'd probably see stars sparkling somewhere in his eyes, lips swollen and glossy from the shit ton of making out for what felt like eternity a few hours ago, has it really been hours? or days? or years even? no matter what: you could do it all over again.
feel his tongue and mouth run all over you, listen to him blabber moan nonsense & not get a single thing, have it endlessly feel like wet cum was all over you both, then repeat the loop all over again and something in you sensed from his gaze that he thought just the same.
and it didn't take long till he's all over you again, doing just what you thought a few minutes ago.
once again you felt familiarly stuffed and filled to the brim, though truthfully this time you were a lot more slow with it, not like when the both of you were particularly horny - when he'd grind himself onto you almost immediately, when you hear his deep voice turn higher and higher while moaning non stop, basically when he threw himself onto you.
this wasn't new, you'd both start the evening pretty rough e.g if you had a bad day at work and then progressively get more gentle in actions and speed, that didn't stop him from being horny tho - no, he loved pussy, he loved the feeling of having you tightly wrapped around him, the feeling of closeness, knowing that nobody else gets to have you like this or even slightly close.
he loves the way he can talk to you, the way you could talk to him, you were the only one who could say downwards degrading shit and easily get away with it.
"always have to wake me up, can you not control your dick for once?" you groaned, grinding onto him just a tiny bit faster as he threw his head back in sexual frustration, little drops of sweat on his forehead.
"faste- faster pleas- m'"
something about seeing him messed up like this was entertaining almost endearing, "why? you can't even seem to handle this"
"need t- cum, fill you up, ple-" his sentence was once again broken of by himself as he moaned in response to you finally picking up pace, bouncing on his cock ever so slightly.
"didn't i already fuck all the cum out of you?"
"fuc- no, no always always have for yo'mm" he blabbered to himself, watching your pussy swallow his dick so well, whimpering some more.
"cum for me then" you said nonchalantly, though you were trying to cover up the fact that this whole little 4am episode got you yourself very close to another own high.
as he pushed his hips forward, you slammed into him one more time when he filled you up with hot release, groaning himself, jolting his head back onto the bed headboard when you rode out both of yall's orgasms slowly.
before you could even think of getting of his cock, his hands were at your hips, holding you close to him, fingers digging into your skin, "stay on me, please - wanna cuddle with you this close to me, in me"
you grinned in response, kissing him lazily mumbling against his lips, "i just knew you'd say that"
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Them With Pregnant S/o HCs
Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
Summary: How they would look after their S/o during pregnancy and interact with the baby
bump.
Warnings: none
A/N: Thanks to @lovelyxoxosworld for this request! Everybody seems to have babies on the brain
lately, idk what’s going on, lol. I did include a few points about earlier months just for the sake of
covering all the bases, but I tried to keep the focus on the later months like you asked.
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Taehyung:
When the two of you found out you were expecting, he was beyond excited and
emotional. He’d always dreamt of having a family of his own, so the fact that it was finally
happening, and with you, meant the world to him.
He would talk to them all the time. As soon as he comes home, he kisses you and asks
how your day was, and then kneels down to kiss your belly and ask them the same
thing.
He would play question games with your belly, like one kick for yes, two kicks for no.
He’d probably try to get them to side with him during arguments.
Likes to just hold/hug you from behind and trace patterns over your bump.
You tend to fall asleep most nights talking about names or trying to guess what their
personality will be like.
“We’re not naming them after Jimin.” “Why not?” “The rest of your members will be
pissed.” “We can name the next ones after them.” “THE NEXT ONES?!”
He really dedicates himself to studying your pregnancy books and trying to be as
educated as possible about the whole process.
As your belly gets bigger, he tries to help and take over as many household tasks as
possible, reminding you every time you try to argue with him about smth that you’re
growing A HUMAN?! You’re busy enough!
He loves getting to dote on you; helping you apply cream to your belly for stretch marks,
giving you back rubs to ease any aches and pains, he’ll even paint your toenails for you
if you want!
He takes so many photos of you as the pregnancy progresses, wanting to immortalize as
much of this time as possible.
Jungkook:
When he found out that you were pregnant, he was so beside himself with happiness
that he couldn’t sit still. He kept bouncing/pacing around the room, coming over at
regular intervals to hug and kiss you and your tummy, and then back to pacing.
Reads so many pregnancy books he basically becomes a walking encyclopedia for a
couple months.
When he finds out they can hear in there, he talks to them constantly, including them in
your conversations and singing to them before bed.
He cried a little bit the first time he felt the baby kick, bc it just made everything a lot
more real. Like, he knew they were there, but getting to actually feel them and interact
with them was a whole different thing.
As your belly gets bigger, and daily tasks get more difficult to do, he becomes your
full-time assistant, doing everything and anything he can to help out.
Refuses to let you do anything remotely straining in fear of you hurting yourself. Like, he
gets anxious about you even carrying your own bag half the time.
Loves doing that thing where he holds/supports your belly to take the weight off your
back for a few minutes so you can rest a little bit.
Will one hundred percent try any weird food cravings you have, just to know and to see if
he can start predicting what the next ones will be.
Is constantly coming up with new name ideas and desperately wants to be the one to
find THE name. “Heads: you win, Tails: I get to pick the baby’s name.”
Probably falls asleep with a hand resting on your belly most nights.
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SUNKISSIN’ | J.JK
© peachyjeonss 2023. Do not repost and modify unless permitted to
Pairing: Tattoo artist!Jungkook x Lifeguard!Reader
Genre: strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers, Smut
Warnings: Reader has a belly piercing, mentions of getting high, Jk and reader have nose piercings, size kink, slight daddy kink, Jk is pretty dominant even when it’s not sexual, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), readers kind of a bitch at first, Jk is also kind of a dick at first, clueless reader at times, Jk gets jealous, jk eats her out, reader gets jk off, ass slapping, reader gets bent over the kitchen counter, reader’s kind of a spoiled brat, brat-taming, choking, tummy bulge, praise, degradation, cum eating, brat tamer jk, dirty talk, slight exhibition, Jk is kind of an aggressive person (not in a toxic way obv),
Rating: M
Synopsis: Summer has begun and so has your job as a lifeguard at the Stillwells Country Club — Which means; sunny weather, blue pools and cute bathing suits! You’re looking forward to it; just another normal summer working with friends, but your summer takes a turn when you see his sweet eyes and intimidating stature at the staff car wash.
A/N: This is my first posttt, here’s the teaser!
His sunglasses lean on the tip of his nose as he looks up at the sky, breathing out.
“This is the most relaxed I’ve seen you in a minute.” Yoongi laughs, sitting next to him as he lathers sunscreen on his pale arms.
“Yeah, surprisingly work hasn’t come to my mind yet.” Jungkook admits, letting out a breathless chuckle as he kicks his feet in the water.
Yoongi hums, “Me neither, and I’m not even a sun person.”
“That’s what the rich life does to you, I guess.” Nari giggles, swimming to them.
Taehyung follows suit, pushing his falling sunglasses back up his nose. “Yeah, I’m about to order a pina-colada just ‘cause.”
“Don’t abuse the free membership either.” Jungkook warns, looking back down at his friend. “It was nice of her to do this for us.”
“Yeah, Aya’s always been pretty sweet.” Taehyung agrees, “She has her spoiled moments though, can't take the rich out of the girl completely.”
Nari smiles, “She’s better than me, I wouldn’t even interact with you peasants if I had country club money.”
“Yeah, that’s why you’re not rich.” Yoongi teases, “You’d be horrible.”
“I suppose.” Nari shrugs, looking around before her mouth falls into an O, “This resort even has good-looking lifeguards...”
Jungkook cocks a brow at her, last time he remembers the lifeguard was some scrawny dude with a permanent scowl. Looking up, Jungkook sits up quickly, pushing his sunglasses over his head at the familiar figure he sees switching seats with the old lifeguard.
“Isn’t that the girl you checked out the other day?” Yoongi asks, his eyes raking over your body shamelessly, making Jungkook shove him gently.
“Yeah, it is.” Jungkook smirks, watching as you offer some kids a cute smile, telling them to watch their step as they run. Even in the basic red swimsuit the lifeguards were required to wear you still somehow managed to look like sin. “She’s friends with Aya, right?”
“Yeah, they're actually really close.” Taehyung says in a forgetful manner, too preoccupied in doggy paddling around his friends. “Been friends since middle school.”
“Shit, so they're like sisters then.” Nari corrects, “Middle school to college is cool, they saw each other get out of the awkward stage.”
“If she even had one.” Jungkook laughs, still eyeing you.
“They say the prettiest girls have the most awkward phases.” Nari shrugs, “I mean, look at me, gorgeous and my awkward stage was horrendous.”
“Yeah, sure.” Yoongi laughs, wincing when Nari pinches his leg.
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˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ namjoon
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sugar
boyfriend au. | 10.8k words | pregnancy, fluff, porn with plot
you have a long history with your gentle giant, there's a lot more to come in the future. alternatively you're the light of namjoon's life.
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ bad guy
dilf au. | 2.7k words | revenge sex, daddy kink, age-gap
getting back at your cheating (ex) boyfriend by fucking his dad, Namjoon <3
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ juicy
boyfriend au. | 1.5k words | manhandling, size difference, cunnilingus
having a size difference between you and your boyfriend, you can't help but love how big he's gotten..
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ freak
boyfriend au. | 1.8k words | degradation, creampies, unprotected sex
the boys thinking you're the sweetest thing on this earth and can do no harm. namjoon has a few words to say about that.
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ macro
college au. | 1.1k words | big dick!joon, tummy bulge, creampies
namjoon's known around campus for being "big", you wonder if you can take him.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ homie hopper (ft. jungkook & hoseok)
college au. | 6.3k words | homie hopping, hook-ups, cucking
the rumors weren’t true… or were they?
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ me and your mama
boyfriend au. | 3.6k words | soft smut, drunk sex, pregnancy
you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ seokjin
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ yoongi
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ angel
boyfriend au. | 7k words | fluff, slice of life, smutty
he's yours and you are his. you didn't need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ what’s poppin
boyfriend au. | 1.7k words | chain fetish, sugar daddy!yoongi, raw sex
yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he's pimped out, his girl gotta be too.
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ devil
idol au. | 1.5k words | fingering, cunnilingus, degradation
being a staff member who is corrupted by yoongi, who takes a dark interest in you.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ shinunoga e-wa
husband au. | 1.9k words | soft smut, romance, cunnilingus
four times you said I love you, + the one time yoongi says it first. alternatively: five special moments with your beloved husband.
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ “baby”
idol au. | 1.3k words | car sex, corruption kink, creampie
having a “innocent” reputation, but yoongi ruins it by fucking you in the backseat of his car.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ hoseok
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ all mine
fwb au. | 6.9k words | producer!hoseok, casual sex, idol!reader
you never expected in a million years to work with the one and only jung hoseok. you also didn't expect to indulge in a series of hook-ups with the rapper, but like a good girl you obey your senior.
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ nda
idol au. | 1.2k words | blowjobs, fan!reader, throat/face-fucking
being one of the "lucky" fans at lollapalooza, getting a one on one experience with hoseok.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ homie hopper (ft. jungkook & namjoon)
college au. | 6.3k words | homie hopping, hook-ups, cucking
the rumors weren’t true… or were they?
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ jimin
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ all i need
college au. | 1.7k words | bf!jimin, porn with no plot, lazy sex
it's a lazy afternoon and you're watching the sun set with your boyfriend who's between your legs..
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ want
boyfriend au. | 1.1k words | domesticity, porn with no plot, bf!jimin
forgetting all about the movie because jimin has other plans.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ taehyung
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ groupie love
idol au. | 4.8k words | hook-ups, degradation, one night stand
he was all yours for just one night, and you want to make the best of it before you go back to being just his fan.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sex talk (ft. jungkook)
fwb au. | 6.1k words | threesomes, hook-ups, fuckboy(s) taehyung & jungkook
you're seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they're roommates..
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ maneater
sugar daddy au. | 2.9k words | spanking, age-gap, blowjob
pissing off taehyung who is your much older, sexy, sugar daddy.
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ eat my love
boyfriend au. | 2k words | fluffy smut, spooning fuck, fingering
"fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love,"
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ captain hook
fwb au. | 1.8k words | hook-ups, multiple orgasms, protected sex
"i like a dick with a little bit of curve, hit this pussy with an uppercut, call him Captain Hook,"
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ ecoute cherie
fiancé au. | 1.3k words | domesticity, pregnant sex, body worship
traveling to Paris with Taehyung, just enjoying your time with your fiancé and unborn child in your belly.
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ throat goat
fwb au. | 1.1k words | blow jobs, porn with no plot, car hook ups
sucking the soul out of taehyung through his cock.
౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ jungkook
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ big ole freak
fwb au. | 2k words | toxic!jungkook, car sex, degradation
you're both exclusive only to each other. jungkook fucks the way he acts-crazy, hard. too bad you're only here for the ride.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sex talk (ft. taehyung)
fwb au. | 6.1k words | threesomes, hook-ups, fuckboy(s) taehyung & jungkook
you're seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they're roommates..
⇢ ☾ ˚₊ todas mueren por mi
boxer au. | 3.5k words | possessive jungkook, toxic relationship, angry sex
jungkook as a boxer and your boyfriend. he's your ride or die and you're his too. a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ 90s american superstar
highschool lovers au. | 4.7k words | fluffy, car sex, unprotected sex
a small fairytale that revolves around you and your boyfriend of many years, a journey of your ups and downs as you both enter the future together <3.
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ daddy issues
dilf au. | 2.4k words | older!jk, unplanned pregnancy, daddy kink
“take you like a drug, i taste you on my tongue,”
FLAWLESS SERIES
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ flawless
dilf au. | 3.4k words | daddy kink, unprotected sex, cunnilungus
“you’re a doll,”
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⇢ ✧ ˚₊ seven
baby daddy au. | 5.5k words | sleazy!jk, porn with plot, heavy dirty talk
"you know night after night, i'll be fuckin' you right," or: "girl hold on my baby daddy calling again."
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ pussy fairy
baby daddy au. | 2.6k words | breeding kink, fingering, shower sex
“that dick make my soul smile,”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ slut me out
boyfriend au. | 1.9k words | porn no plot, cum eating, face riding
“put your ass in my face ‘til i get pink eye, fuck you anywhere, i’m that type guy,”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ rodeo
dilf au. | 1.9k words | riding, daddy kink, subby!oc n dom!jk
“he love how i ride it, hop on that dick i make him get excited,”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ malibu
baby daddy au. | 3.3k words | birthday sex, high sex, creampies
“she hotter than july in california, tan skin, eyes on it, stretched legs like the roads in malibu,”
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ do i wanna know
yandere au. | 19.8k words | stalking, dead dove, non-con/dub-con
“maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for someone new. now i’ve thought it through, crawlin' back to you,”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ agora hills
boyfriend au. | 1.9k words | porn w/o plot, messy sex, pussy whipped!jk
“love it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ 3D
pimp au. | 3.2k words | degradation, phone sex, masturbation
jungkook wants the real thing and not some picture or video. only thing is he’s on a business trip.
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ standing next to you
baby daddy au. | 6.9k words | drunk sex, angsty, fluffy
“they can’t deny our love, they can’t divide us, we’ll survive the test of time, i promise i’ll be right here, standing next to you,”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ need to know
pimp au. | 3.3k words | oc’s b day sex, pussy eating, public sex
“i just been fantasizin, and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ kerosene
cheating au. | 15k words | dead dove, obsession, blackmail
“i can live in your dreams, will you be my fantasy little baby?”
⇢ ❁ ˚₊ lovin’ you
flawless au. | 3.5k words | nasty sex, anniversary vibes, baby making!
“i was made, for lovin’ you.”
⇢ ✧ ˚₊ the boy is mine
bestie au. | 6.2k words | red flags, degradation, jk’s meannnn
“i can’t wait to try him,”
JOCK!JK SERIES
𓆩♡𓆪 the much needed thread (intro)
𓆩♡𓆪 “why don’t you say so?”
𓆩♡𓆪 “i ain’t motherfucking sharing,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “eat it like i need an apron on,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “can we take this off and get naked?”
𓆩♡𓆪 “booty so big, lord have mercy,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “he a eater, he ate it for lunch,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “oh, i’m falling, forever you and i,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “it’s the way that you can ride, think i met you in another life, so break me off another time,”
𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,”
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Open Wide
🕷️ kinktober — day 14: dom!idol 🕸️
pairing: taehyung (bts) + reader (g/n)
genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, oral (m receiving) / deepthroating, d/s dynamics, soft dom!taehyung, taehyung calls reader ‘pretty’, lots of praise, mentions of safewords, cum swallowing
word count: ~1.2k
synopsis: your boyfriend wants to try something new, and you’re eager to fulfill his desires
posted: october 14, 2023
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Pliant. Obedient. Eager. Attentive. Submissive. That’s exactly how Taehyung liked you to be.
When he met you, he could tell you were good—not just a good person, but good. He pinned you as the type to do as you’re told. The type to listen well. The type to be up for anything. And he loved people like that. They made for fun partners, especially sexually. He was drawn to them. And so, he was drawn to you.
Likewise, you were drawn to his charisma and his demanding presence. It was like he naturally commanded the attention of everyone when he stepped into a room, and it drove you wild. He seemed so powerful, without even trying.
You two hit it off almost immediately. Something in the two of you just seemed to click when you were together, like a match catching flame. It was evident in the way you kissed each other. The way you entangled yourselves. The fiery passion in which you made love, every single time. He loved putting you in your place, and you had no problem fulfilling his every demand. You were eager to try anything with him, even things you had never done with anyone else. In fact, you were even more excited to do new things because you felt so safe with him. Taehyung was many things, but he was always considerate of your boundaries, your feelings, and your input. Still, you put full faith in him.
For instance, as he was finished eating you out one night, you had offered to return the kindness. And of course he accepted, but he had an idea.
“Can we try something out?” he asked, though he knew you would nod zealously in agreement to nearly anything he proposed. Which you did. “Lie down on the bed for me, with your head at the edge.”
You hesitated for only a moment before setting in motion. You moved from your position lying against the pillows to lying horizontally on the bed, your head at the edge of the sheets, just like he asked. You waited patiently, listening to the rustling sounds of your boyfriend undressing a few feet away. When he was done, he emerged above you, and you could hear his hand moving along his erected length slowly. Your thighs pressed against each other in anticipation for what he had in store.
“I’m gonna have you move up some more,” he spoke in that deep, gentle tone that had you willing to go to war for him. His hands were careful in handling your neck and head, adjusting you until your head was hanging off the side of the bed. Your face was a mere foot away from his groin. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock so close to you. You wanted him in your mouth so bad, but you had to wait until he was ready, “How’s that? You okay, pretty?”
“Yes,” you replied softly, and he admired the smooth curves of your neck. It would look so much better once his cock was down your throat.
“What’s the safeword?” he asked you every time you tried anything new or rough.
“Red.”
“And if you can’t speak?”
“Pinch your thigh.”
“Good. Are you ready?”
You affirmed that you were, and then your tummy was practically performing in the Olympics the way it flipped. You watched him fist his erection, just waiting for the chance to have it to yourself. Luckily, he didn’t leave you hanging for too long. He shifted closer to you, and you instinctively stuck your tongue out. He was so close; you swore you could taste him already.
“That’s it, open wide for me.”
The corners of your mouth stretched as wide as they could, and you let your tongue rest on your bottom lip. Taehyung fed the tip of his cock between your lips, a shaky hiss leaving his gritted teeth as your tongue immediately began to lick at it. He whispered for you to hold on, let him get all the way in. So you did as you were told (like you always did) and you backed off, taking deep breaths through your nose as he sunk further and further into your mouth. Eventually, he pressed against the back of your throat, and he let out a sigh of gratification. Perfect.
“You’re doing good, _______.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
His hips ever-so-slowly began to shift back and forth as he fucked your mouth. He moved slowly, carefully, more gentle than he usually was when you deepthroated him, because he knew this new position was a little more difficult. The angle wasn’t the same as how you usually sucked him off, so he was just being a bit more cautious. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.
He pumped in and out of you with his lip caught between his teeth, trying not to lose himself in the warm, wet pleasure of your mouth. Heaven, that’s what it felt like. Like he had lived a charitable life and was being blessed at the pearly gates that were your lips. His resolve was slipping slowly but surely, and he had to check himself when he found he was becoming a little rough in his movements. One glance at your hands fisting the sheets beside your hips had him slowing instantly.
“Are you okay, love?” he cooed through bated breath, nearly coming to a halt. But you gave a thumbs up with one hand, and a smile graced his lips. My little trooper, he thought. He rewarded you with a soothing caress of your tits, knowing you loved when he played with them.
You moaned around him, causing a domino effect as a lustful whimper subsequently fell from his tongue.
“Taking it so well. You deserve the world, you know that?” he asked, bucking his hips carefully. His eyes trailed from your chest to your throat where he could see the faintest outline of his cock thrusting under your skin. His eyelids fluttered, and his breath hitched, “I’m gonna give you the world one day.”
Your stomach was in knots but you weren’t quite sure if it was from the butterflies or the arousal. Either way, you wanted nothing more than for him to cum. To return the pleasure he always gave you.
“Fuck, where have you been all my life?” he questioned, knowing you couldn’t respond but even if you did, your reply would fall on deaf ears. He was focused on one thing only and that was cumming down your throat. Painting your tongue with his essence. Watching you swallow it—all of it.
And then it was happening. His abdomen flexed and his body went still as his cock twitched against your tongue. Your eyes screwed shut as you prepared for the jolting sensation of his seed shooting into your mouth. The familiar taste only lingered shortly after you swallowed around his tip before he pulled out of you completely. His chest moved with each heavy breath he took, and he admired the look of your glistening, swollen lips being licked by your tongue. He had to resist the overwhelming temptation to kiss you then. He could wait a few minutes to make out with you while he was pounding into you, showing you just how much he loved and appreciated how good you were for him. Because you were always the best, submissive partner he could ever ask for. And you deserved to know it.
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i might as well burst from cuteness overload
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money is success — kth
Son of a powerful business owner, Taehyung rules the society, strictly surrounding himself with rich people. Money is his success, his greatest pride. Too immersed in his work, he doesn't realize the love story he's missing on until it's gone.
➝ pairing: rich kid!taehyung x rich kid/fem!reader (ft. seokjin)
➝ genre: childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits, high society au, unrequited love, angst, smut
➝ word count: 10.4k
➝ warnings: reader's a brat, tae's kinda mean but he loves her (he won't admit it though), he's also a brotherly figure to her, daddy jin (he's like the devil in disguise but idc he's hot), age difference, insecurity, possessiveness, dom tae/sub reader, degradation and praising, sir kink, sensory deprivation, unprotected sex, oral (m), orgasm denial, tummy bulging, thigh riding, monster cock...?, facial.
a.n.: i talk too much
playing: Hanging High & National Anthem
You are not a woman that any guy could handle, that's obvious. Even Taehyung himself wonders how he still hasn't lost his sanity by being by your side so often. Sure, not all women are delicate and polite, but can you not be dramatic for at least one night? It's becoming a habit of yours at this point.
"Doll, can you please calm down?" Taehyung asks you in a stern voice, still octaves lower than yours, but serious enough for you to listen to him.
It's a weak attempt to get you go down the stairs because the only thing you decide to hear right now is the sound of your own voice. If Taehyung didn't know you attended theatre class in high school, he would maybe believe in your act at the moment.
"I'm not your doll, Kim Taehyung!" You shout, throwing your little tantrum in the middle of the stairs that lead to Taehyung's bedroom. Your words resonate through the immensity of his house, so big you actually imagine yourself on the scene, above everyone so they can all lay their eyes on you.
Maybe the alcohol in your blood also influences your actions, but your personality is responsible for the most part. You're also mad about something else, something really stupid in Taehyung's opinion, but that's why you're acting like you're the queen of the world. Up those stairs, nobody can touch you, no one is strong enough to get to you and stop you.
Not even Taehyung, who doesn't bother to walk the few stairs that separate you both from each other. In reality, it's all just an illusion because everyone knows that he's more powerful, more serious, richer, stronger... more everything than you.
"You might think I am! Bringing me to all those boring parties..." Your arms move everywhere as you talk, trying to emphasize your words, to bring more effect to your speech, but you just look silly up those stairs in your skimpy short dress. "Exhibiting me to your business partners, or whatever their names were, because of my money. You want to impress them... show that you can get a girl like me at your arm."
You point a finger to your chest, narrowing your eyes at Taehyung as your other hand stays on your hip. Oh, he knows you could hurt him really badly if you wanted to, but luckily for him, you would never. As bratty as you seem, you're his little puppy to whom he can do whatever he wants.
"Okay, I want you to come down stairs right now, am I being clear?" You pretend to be thinking about his question - even though it's an order, shifting your gaze to the side and biting down on your bottom lip.
Taehyung feels himself getting more and more annoyed as the time passes, wondering how he got himself stuck with a brat like you. The story is not complicated; two powerful families, one son and one daughter becoming friends through an economic alliance between their rich parents.
So he knows why he is in this situation. He's taking care of you because if not, who else would? Not you, that's for sure. You're too irresponsible for that, too immature to comprehend the real world.
You finally sigh, and Taehyung thinks you will comply, but nothing's that easy with you. "No, I don't think so," you say with an exaggerated pout on your lips and you flick your hair behind your shoulder.
"If you don't-"
You cut him off right away, not afraid of his threats at all. "You will count to three, Taehyungie? Is that what you'll do? Hmm?" You bat your eyelashes, smiling deviously when you notice that your remark makes him angrier. "Will you spank me, Sir? Will you make me scream your name so loud it's gonna be the only thing I can remember?" You mock him, using the same words he loves to tell you in bed.
You feel so powerful at the top of your tower, but Taehyung will make sure that you fall from it very hard so you understand who's superior here.
When he's about to retort, you run up the stairs, not looking once behind you. You don't want to listen to him and you won't as well. You like being chased, that's something Taehyung noticed about you since you two were teenagers.
Boys come to you - not the opposite. It caused you to suffer from the stupidness of some jocks, only seeing you as a body, as a girl who baldly needs male attention.
This habit of acting hard to get is a façade, though. Or maybe you just really like Taehyung, letting him use you however he wants because he's the only man who truly knows you. Inside and outside out, he knows every part of you, even the ones you try to hide.
He calls your name, expecting you to come back, but you don't. He sighs and decides to follow you, giving in to your whims. If someone has to put you back into your place, it has to be him. Hard to handle, but never for too long...
He approaches his bedroom, the door is already wide open. You're probably in there, doing whatever your bratty self wants to at the moment. Perhaps going through his closet, discarding his neatly folded clothes on the floor, opening his drawers, shuffling through his box of expensive jewelry. Making a mess of his room because you cannot stand how Taehyung's life is so organized while yours seems to be nothing but a black hole.
Engulfing everything, leaving nothing behind but empty places. Like your heart and your family.
When he enters, it is exactly how he imagined it. You are acting childish, and sometimes he feels like he's your older brother, having to scold his little sister. The only difference here is that he fucks you and he's not your brother by any means, just two years older than you.
His eyes lay on your figure coming out of the bathroom, perceiving your pair of heels on the tiled floor near the bath. He should be upset, but he's not, not really. That's how it is every time, and you never fail to get your frustration out on him and he surely doesn't miss to fuck the attitude out of you later.
Being friends with the daughter of a rich CEO has its advantages and disadvantages. One being the reputation that comes with it, and the other the outburst of rage that little body of a woman can create. You are important to him, too, but why should he care about his emotions when they usually bring bad things?
"Do you care about me?" Your question makes his eyebrows lift up by surprise. Are you really asking him that? A silly little question that doesn't even deserve to be asked as the answer is so obvious.
You look at him with desperation in your eyes, anger going down while sadness is taking over.
"Don't be so silly, doll."
"Answer me!" You yell and Taehyung's breath is cut short.
He remains calm while you're freaking out for some reason. You couldn't think he didn't care about you, could you? Solely because he brings you to his business parties. Maybe you're right, maybe it has an exhibit aspect to make you follow him around so you can tell everyone your name and that it's associated with his.
"I do," he steps closer and you have to raise up your head to look at him, "A lot."
"I don't believe you," you say rapidly after, just to contradict him.
He eyes you up and down, taking his time to respond, making you languish for him. You're frail compared to him, and you keep your head up no matter what, only lowering it when he asks you to submit.
Taehyung is the only person on this planet to know your weaknesses and despite everything, he never uses them against you. You're naturally submissive, that's all. If he's forcing something out of you it's certainly not the pathetic little moans you make when he pounds his dick into your hole.
He cups your face, holding it tightly, his fingers pressing on each one of your cheeks. "Then don't. Why would I give a shit?" He shifts his hand over your throat, enveloping it with his large palm. You say nothing and swallow your pride, him feeling the movement under his hand. "Undress and lay on the bed. Don't make me repeat myself or I will severely make you regret your little tantrum of earlier."
"Yes, Sir."
He keeps you close for an extra second, boring his eyes into yours, lacing his dominant aura over your poor little body. Eventually, he lets you go. He hears you breathing heavily, heart beating as fast as the flapping of a humming bird's wings.
He scans his room, seeing his clothes scattered all over his floor and his shoes off the shelves. What a fucking brat. Begging for his attention when his eyes never leave you, never. He gives you everything he has; his time, his care, his love, his cock. Still not enough.
He walks to his closet, letting you time to get naked and execute what he asked you to do. He bends down, picking up a pair of trousers that was previously folded perfectly before being thrown on the floor carelessly. He folds it again, placing it on the shelf. He looks around him, sighing in exasperation.
He then opens his ties' drawer that didn't get destroyed by you, fortunately. He takes two of them, laying them on his open palm. He comes back to you and he's satisfied to see you totally naked, sitting on the middle of the bed.
You crawl over the edge when he stands in front of it, waiting to tell you further instructions. "Give me your wrists." When you do, he passes the cloth under them and then over, finally tying them together. He pulls on it to verify the knot is strong enough and uses his second tie to band your eyes.
Though, you flinch away before he can. "No, please..." You mumble, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Stop being such a brat, I'm tired of your nasty attitude," he grabs your bicep to pull you closer, tying his tie behind your head. You're deprived of your most essential sense and even though it's not the first time he has done this to you, you're still disoriented and afraid.
"Sir, please," you beg him, but it's useless at this point. He has you in his grip, he can do whatever he wants and you have no right to complain.
He takes a hold of your jaw again and his grip is tight, hurting you, leaving an indelible mark. But you don't mind, not at all.
"You're going to let me use your little body however I want without complaining," he's looking at you, but of course, you can't do the same. It makes him feel good. You have such a powerful name, yet you're a submissive little girl with him. Your status means nothing in a moment like this. "Do you understand, doll?"
He glances at your mouth and he can't help but inserts two fingers in, slowly pushing your lips apart from each other. He presses his digits down on your tongue, covering them in your spit. He loves your mouth, so annoying, but when he puts it to good use, it's perfect.
You nod, closing your lips around his slender fingers. "Good," he says lowly, just loud enough for you to hear. His digits don't stay long in your mouth, he pulls them out when he feels like you will finally listen to him. He taps your cheek, wetting it with your own saliva. You flinch slightly, your head tilting to the side.
He backs away and you whine, disliking the fact you can't feel him against you anymore. The only hint that lets you know Taehyung's there is the clanking of his belt buckle.
This sound always makes your breath go erratic and your heart drum in your chest. You know what that means and the thought of having his dick down your throat does something to you. A wave of heat goes between your legs, clenching your thighs to feel some type of friction since Taehyung is not providing you anything.
"Tonight was important for me," he begins, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Goosebumps travel all along your body, anticipation creeping into you. "You knew it pertinently..." He continues, summarizing your evening in a calm tone, tricking you into thinking he might be gentle with you.
He likes to do that; luring you in to better break you after. Love comes with pain and no relationship can be perfect. There's always a crack somewhere, huge or small, that can't be repaired unless you replace it.
But sometimes you don't want to replace it because you're simply emotionally attached to it. Then, the crack stays forever, but we learn to ignore it or to work with it. That's how Taehyung does it with you, he works with your flaws.
"You look pretty beside me, don't you think?" He asks and you nod, giving a positive answer to his question. He tugs on his boxers, freeing his thick cock out. You don't see it, but you sense it. "Right, you're so beautiful, why wouldn't I want to show you to my colleagues?"
He steps closer and grips his base, guiding it toward your face. He swipes the mushroom head across your lips and you taste his pre-cum on your tongue.
"I- I don't know, I'm sorry," you mumble against his dick, feeling small and vulnerable under him. If you thought being pathetic would endear him, you're wrong.
He chuckles, laughing at you, at your lack of responsiveness. Starting the night by roaring like a tigress and ending it by meowing like a kitten. Pathetic, yes, but not smart.
"Why do I even bother asking you," he wonders, talking to himself rather than to you. "You have no brain." He concludes the talk with that, pinching your nose between his thumb and index finger.
You're forced to open your mouth, chasing the air as it was stopped from entering your nostrils. A trick he learned in the early days of being sexually active with women, especially with the ones that refused to obey. He quickly operated it on you, finding its utility indispensable since you have the habit of not listening to him.
He pushes his cock into your mouth with his other hand, making you take a mouthful of it. Your mouth expends to accommodate the sheer size of his erection, weighing on your tongue, stuffing you full of himself.
You inevitably choke around it, he's too big for your poor little mouth. You might be sassy, but you never understood how to properly suck a cock. You're too dumb for that. And you're not a people pleaser, obviously, but it's not much of an issue for Taehyung. If you can't do it, he'll do it himself.
Nonetheless, you still try, opening your mouth to welcome him in. He lets go of your nose and you eagerly breathe through it. You flatten your tongue underneath him and drool doesn't miss to drip down your chin, making a mess.
He always stays in long enough for you to not be able to breathe correctly anymore, wanting to feel your throat contract around him. Despite your airflow being restricted, you don't pull him out or tap his thigh. You endure the intrusion of his girth in your mouth because that's what you're meant to do.
He grits his teeth, loving the warmth and the wetness of your mouth, enjoying every second until you finally gag repeatedly around him. He takes a handful of your hair, pulling on it to get his cock away from you. A strand of saliva connects your lips to his swollen tip and you cough, your throat burning painfully.
It drives him crazy having you so weak under his grip. Your tiny body kneeling in front of him, shaking and aching - you don't complain, as he ordered you not to. You love that as much as he does.
"So fragile, but you still want to be seen as strong," he observes, noting the clenching of your thighs and the wetness pooling from between your legs. "You're not meant to be in charge, puppy."
He directs his penis between your lips once again, sliding in just nicely. Tight, but that's how he likes it. His tip brushes the back of your throat and his dick twitches happily, buried deep into your mouth. He uses your face as a flesh light, bouncing your head on him as he pleases.
Taehyung groans, throwing his head back while still having his eyes down on you, "You're meant to be my cumslut, doll. That's all, only my little bitch who follows me around."
You hum around his cock, agreeing with him. What is the point of denying when clearly, you spend all of your time with Taehyung, never leaving his side as he's the only reason why you wake up every day.
His fingers pass through your hair, brushing it down and gripping them in his fist. He guides your mouth slowly and you move your head at his desired pace. His growing pubic hair sting your lips each time you reach the base of his dick, your nose pressing against his pelvis.
"Ah, shit-" he grunts and he can't stand the layers of clothes he has on his shoulders any longer. "Keep moving your head, baby..." He says breathlessly, his hand leaving your hair to remove his blazer off him. The clothing falls on the floor in a thud, joining your dress and panties.
It's more difficult than you thought sucking a cock as long as Taehyung's while being blindfolded. You balance yourself forward with your hands, holding on the edge of the bed, his tie still around your wrists.
You move your head up and down over his hard erection, eliciting deep moans from him. He rapidly unbuttons his white shirt, throwing it away as soon as possible.
You're sucking his dick so messily, eagerly engulfing the whole length into your mouth as if Taehyung was going to disappear. That's how he knows his cock is the only one you've ever tasted because you eat his like it's your first meal, staining the outline of your mouth with your drool.
He lets you work for some time, looking down at his shaft going in and out of your mouth, glistening in your spit. You feel the veins under your lips and the hardness of his cock on your tongue, so long it has you bobbing your head until the muscles of your neck hurt.
"You're fucking hungry, slow down a lil' bit. You're going to choke," he warns you mockingly, but he's genuinely concerned that you're going to suffocate around his cock at this rhythm.
You take a break as his tip remains in your mouth and you suckle gently on it. You lick it, taking a breath between each one. Taehyung loses interest even though you mean every lick you're giving to his pretty cock.
Taehyung exhales loudly, almost as dramatic as your tantrum of before. "Useless," he insults you, his voice sounding like a whisper. He places his hand over your throat and thrusts into your mouth as he brings your head closer to his crotch.
You whine, but the noise is muffled by his thick cock into your mouth. He tightens his grip around your neck, loving the gagging sounds your throat is producing.
But then, he pushes you away by your throat, slipping out of your warm and wet mouth. You're lost for a second, panting as you wait for something else to happen. Taehyung lifts his cock up against his toned stomach and forces your head down toward the base of his shaft.
"Suck my balls," he breathes out.
You part your lips and suck up one of his balls into your mouth gently, knowing that this area is fragile. It feels heavy on your tongue, but you love it. The spiky hair tingles your lips and skin, your ears graced by the sounds of Taehyung's grunts. You coat his balls in your spit and the tip of your nose brushes against his wet cock.
Your back is aching from behind arched like this and your limbs feel sore as well, the blood not circulating well. Fortunately for you, he decides he's finished with your mouth as he pulls your head away from his crotch.
He pushes you against the mattress and a little gasp leaves you, his action taking you by surprise. He undresses from his bottoms, now as equally naked as you. His knees dip into the bed as he straddles you, but you move back on your butt despite the fire burning at the pit of your stomach.
Your back meets Taehyung's pillows and you can't run away anymore, totally at his mercy. "Taehyung-" His name comes shakily out of your mouth, sensing his body hovering over yours. You're a little mouse caught under a big cat's paw.
"What did you call me?" His tone is menacing, daring you to make another mistake.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm- I'm just nervous..." You admit shyly, keeping your arms close to your chest.
He eyes your body up and down and he softens, seeing your legs shaking. He flattens his palm over your heart, feeling it thundering in your chest. His touch warms you and you remember why you love him so much even if he doesn't feel the same for you.
He cares, it would be simpler if he just didn't. This way, you wouldn't have a reason to love him.
"It's okay," he murmurs, tracing the outline of your breast and running his fingers down your cleavage to then softly caress your tummy. It goes up and down rapidly and he finds it amazing how all of your other senses are more sensitive, flinching every time he lays his hand on you.
He positions himself between your legs, bending down over you and placing his arms on each side of your shoulders. His breath fans across your face and you slightly frown your eyebrows, silently begging for him to pamper you in kisses.
He notices you searching for his lips, extending your neck toward him. He can't reject you, not when you look as pathetic as right now. So he dives in, settling his pillowy lips down on yours. You're relieved, kissing him like nothing else matters.
You whine during your exchange, stroking Taehyung's chest with your small, tied up hands. He lets you touch him, liking the way your nails scratch his burning skin, leaving white trails behind you. He takes a hold of your jaw, always needing to have control over you even when you're trapped under his larger body.
He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss, dominating you with his tongue in your mouth. It's a short exchange, but it feels like the contrary; it's everything you needed, a pure and gentle sign of love.
Just when the butterflies in your stomach were happily flapping their wings, he breaks the kiss. He sits back on his heels and holds the back of your thighs up, pushing them toward your chest. Your cunt is completely exposed to him, glistening from your juices.
He licks his lips at the sight, your pussy just seems so delectable right now. He can't resist from having a taste and dips his fingers through your folds, collecting some of your arousal on his digits. He brings them to his mouth and he sucks them clean, furrowing his eyebrows when he tastes you on his tongue. Always so sweet.
"Sir, please, can you-" You stop yourself when his palm lands harshly on your pussy, rubbing so deliciously your puffy clit and splattering your juices everywhere on his bed sheets.
"You only speak when talked to, baby." Normally, he allows you to speak and scream whenever you want, but guess tonight isn't one of those usual nights. So you seal your mouth shut, not wanting to go against him again.
He reports his attention in between your legs, slapping his tip on your clit, making you squirm as whimpers leave your mouth. He circles your hole with his cock, playing with your pussy lips and swiping his mushroom head between them. You clench your walls and Taehyung notices it, watching your little pussy quivering helplessly.
He finally settles down, pushing in, stretching you out around his long and thick cock. You gasp, your mouth hanging open, and arch your back, this one lifting from the mattress.
"Mmh-!" You refrain yourself from saying anything because usually you would say his name, but you don't want to anger Taehyung even more. You would like to sink your nails in his back to inflict him the pain he's putting on you right now, but your wrists are still attached together.
"Fuck," he moans into the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your face. "Always so tight. No one's fucking this pussy beside me, am I right, doll?" He stays buried inside of you, balls touching your ass, so you can get used to his size.
His cock is long and curvy, pulsating in the comfort of your velvety walls. No lubricant needed, just your wetness. This is how Taehyung likes it, raw and sensual, wanting to feel your pussy clenching around his dick.
"No one..." You confirm, locking your legs behind his back. "Only you, Sir," you whisper the words he wanted to hear, amplifying the possessiveness he has toward you.
"Good girl," he groans, giving you a deep hip thrust, claiming your pussy - your whole body and mind - as his own. "Only me..." He repeats, so the both of you remember that you're his, no matter what.
With that, he begins pounding hard into you, but so slowly it makes you question the real meaning of his touches. Is it just for the sake of having sex? Or does he also feel the connection between you two?
But for Taehyung, fucking doesn't have to be fast - where's the true pleasure in that?
When he slides in, his cock grazes your bud of nerves and hits the magic spot inside of you that makes you see stars. He rolls his hips against you swiftly and you want to grip his butt, scratch his honey skin, impregnate your odour on him. As much as you love being his, you wish you could call him yours, too.
You raise your arms, incapable of keeping them for you anymore, and search for Taehyung's face, finding it pretty quickly. You run your fingers on him, deciphering his nose and lips under your digits. He grunts, but doesn't stop you, rocking his hips against yours.
A little gasp escapes from your lips as Taehyung bites your finger that was tracing the shape of his bottom lip, trapping the digit between his teeth. He doesn't force, only holds it, and your stomach flutters.
You pull on your finger and he loosens his jaw, letting you go. You resume your previous actions, going up to his hair and gripping it, pulling on strands of hair. He grasps your arm and passes your tied up hands over his head, settling down around his neck. You moan contently, loving having Taehyung's chest flush against yours, the position squishing your breasts between your two bodies.
He sucks on a patch of skin on your neck, licking and biting it. His tip can't stop leaking pre-cum, so happy to be in your tight, wet cunt, impatiently waiting to blow his load into your sloppy pussy. Wet sounds fill the room, occasionally accompanied by the noise of his balls slapping against your ass.
You're whining while Taehyung is moaning, hissing when he thrusts in, feeling your walls closing around him. You pull on the hair at the nap of his neck, scratching his scalp by the same occasion. It feels animalistic, all the grunts and pants, his cock fucking your little hole restlessly to satisfy both of your sexual needs.
"Mmh, fuck. You're so wet, baby," he mumbles against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, sending shivers all over your body. "Soaking wet..." He rasps out, holding your hips tightly, long fingers digging in your flesh.
One of his hands moves up to your face while the other stays on your hip and he pulls up your blindfold, allowing you to set your gaze on him, finally able to see him. You blink up at him in awe, your heartbeat accelerating when Taehyung's face is centimetres away from yours.
"Never disobey me again, please, fuck-" He places his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes before he closes them, his mouth hanging open. He's in ecstasy, bucking his hips into yours, sliding balls deep into your little quivering hole.
Your thighs shake beside his torso, both from staying up for a long time and the orgasm threatening to arrive. You don't respond and he hopes it's only because the pleasure is too overwhelming and not because that's something you can't promise him.
Instead, you push his head toward you and catch his lips, moaning into the kiss. He devours your mouth, not letting you a second to breathe, giving you open-mouthed kisses everywhere. His big hand travels along your body, sliding down between your tits and caressing your belly, where he's pleasantly surprised to feel the tip of his cock bulging in.
He pushes down on your tummy and you moan out into his mouth, nails sinking into his neck, leaving small crescent forms. He breaks the kiss, but keeps his sweaty forehead against yours, both panting onto each other's faces.
"God, do you feel that, puppy?" He asks in a husky voice, but sounding almost whiny, as if this situation is slowly destroying his sanity - in a good way.
You lazily look down and Taehyung shifts his hand to the side, letting you see what he is talking about. He pushes in and you get the glimpse of his cock moving in your belly. He watches it too, groaning like an animal at the sight.
"So big..." You add on, dizzy and a little dumb from Taehyung's dick fucking your leaking pussy.
He only hums, replacing his hand over the bulge in your tummy. He could get off just at that thought, being so deep into you he almost reaches your belly button.
After all this time, you never left his side. He's the one who possesses your first kiss, your virginity, your heart and your literal soul. If you leave, then you say goodbye to all of those. So when it hurts the most, you push him to his limits because that's the only way you can have his attention on you, feel like everything he took from you wasn't a loss.
"Taehyung, Taehyung..." You exclaim under your breath and he snaps his eyes up at you, ready to smack your ass, but the next words you say dissuade him from doing it. "Please, I love you," you whine out, tears forming at the corners of your eyes and pussy contracting around his thick cock. "Love you too much..."
He knows it, and yet, you're stupid enough to confess it over and over again. Even though he'll always keep his feelings locked in cage, destroying the key after, yours encourage him to fuck you harder.
He picks up your hips, settling you at the perfect level for him to hit your sweet spot repeatedly, never missing a beat. "Oh, I'm sure you do, baby," Taehyung clashes his hips against yours, making you slide up on the bed from the intensity of his thrusts. He keeps you close, handling your hips down on his hard cock.
"Oh! Tae-" Your voice breaks, ending into a sinful moan, eyes rolling back into your skull.
Because of his tie sealing your wrists together, Taehyung can't sit up, but he hovers over you slightly, enough for him to pound into your messy cunt mercilessly. It has you melting into his hands, his fingerprints inked into your skin, your neck butchered by his previous love bites.
"Shit, I'm close," he exhales heavily, hissing and gritting his teeth as if he's full of anger, but the knot at the pit of his stomach is only tightening, making him clench his jaw. His abs flex, thighs tensing up, hands shaking.
Your release is approaching too, but something tells you Taehyung's intentions are not in your favour.
He thrusts in and out fast until he comes to a halt, burying himself in you, pelvis flushed against your clit. "Ah, fuck, fuck..." He groans and with a twitch of his long cock, he shoots his hot cum into your little pussy. Loads of it come out of his wet tip, painting your walls white, marking his territory.
He pants, looking into your eyes, seeing the worry passing through them. He doesn't react when you call his name, pulling on strands of hair, squirming around. He gives a weak thrust, milking himself dry.
"Taehyung, keep going!" You pout, thumping your feet against the mattress. "Please-" He shuts you up by a kiss, opening and closing his mouth over yours, distracting you while he slips his softening penis out of your cunt.
He backs away and removes your arms from around his neck, quickly untying the knot. He rolls to the side, discarding his tie somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. He doesn't think too much about it before passing an arm around your waist, bringing you against his chest.
You accept his embrace, laying your face against his burning skin. The lights are turned off and this is what concludes your night with Taehyung. You close your eyelids and your tears roll down your cheeks. You cry silently after checking that he's deep into sleep.
Early in the morning, you escape Taehyung's bed. You put your clothes back on, leaving the room on your tiptoes, but of course, he was awake all this time.
"Don't forget that we're attending the Grand opening of Min's society tomorrow night," he says, his eyes still closed. "Put something green on."
You want to say 'fuck off', but you only huff, closing the door in a thud behind you.
You're wearing a short green dress with thin straps, four inches black stilettos and the smallest purse you've ever carried. You followed Taehyung's orders to the letter, despite your will not to. Green suits you the best and you wouldn't have matched his pretty custom made suit.
Entering the elevator, you press the button that will take you to the eleventh floor. What is there on the eleventh floor? You don't know and that's not something you care about at the moment.
Just when the doors are about to close, a hand sneaks in, making the doors open again. You frown, wondering who would want to escape the Grand opening at the same time as you.
The figure of a beautiful tall man is revealed to you, a fluffy head of black hair parted in the middle. Thick and sharp eyebrows, heart-shaped lips, broad shoulders... This man has everything for him. Who is he?
He smiles when he sees you, not a polite one, but a smile that lets you know he's already aware of who you are. It disconcerts you that this stranger may know you when you have no clue of what his name can be. A friend of the host? Taehyung's colleague? Or just another rich man who got his fortune from his father?
Though he seems old, much more mature and experienced than you, there is something jovial about his gaze. Something playful, something that warns you he won't bore you out.
As he joins you into the elevator, he checks the buttons and notices the blue light around the eleventh. He leaves it like that, leaning his back against the wall, shoving his large hands into his pockets.
He turns his head in your direction, smirking when you don't dare looking his way. The doors finally close, trapping you alone with this handsome stranger. "You're Kim Taehyung's girlfriend, aren't you?" His voice is not as deep as you would have thought, but it's still manly and really soft.
So he knows you. You wonder what he heard about you, good or bad things?
"I wouldn't say that I am." Because if you were, you would be at his arm right now, at the head of your father's company. You would be a hard and serious worker, leading your business to success and blah-blah-blah.
You would be exactly like him, but you're not.
"Hmm, I see. Hard to handle," he states, not having to talk to you more to understand what kind of attitude you have.
"Excuse me, do I know you, old man?" You turn around, which makes the man smirk, exactly what he wanted you to do. You bark, but don't bite. Everything's always an act.
He tsks, stepping closer to you. You have your arms crossed over your chest, trying to look intimidating, but you just remind him of a child puffing out her chest to appear stronger. "Old man? Oh, sweetheart, how old do you think I am?"
You narrow your eyes at him, pretending to scan his face, as if you really think he's that old. Hardly thirty-five, that's for sure. "I don't know, probably forty," you bluff, making him laugh heartedly. "Only creeps follow women into an elevator."
He shakes his head, chuckling as he licks his lips, bending down to have his eyes on the same level as yours. "I'm twice your age, little girl. You better show me some respect or I'll make you regret acting like a fucking bitch with me," he grasps your bicep and before he can do anything else, a ting resonates in the elevator.
He makes your heart accelerate and your breath quicken, swallowing as he holds eye contact with you. It's like with Taehyung, but something is consequently different with this man. He doesn't have empathy for you, he doesn't know your barriers and he certainly doesn't care about you.
This feeling is new and thrilling. You like it, you're curious to see where you can go, how further he'll bring you into Hell.
The only place Taehyung has ever made you discover is Heaven, the sadness and loneliness of it. A magnificent white paradise, but so silent and empty it makes you hate it more and more each time.
As if he realized what he was doing, he straightens his back and moves away from you. He eyes the panel, pressing the first button, the one leading to the indoor parking. The eleventh floor is long forgotten, somewhere you'll never step into anymore.
"What's your name?" You ask normally, like he didn't just threaten you. But you know how men like him function. Their words mean nothing, only their actions will let you know what they expect from you.
"Seokjin," he responds mindlessly as he searches for something in his pocket. "But for you, it's Mr. Kim," he pulls out his car keys, raising up his gaze to check on which level you're on; the fifth.
You bite down on your lip at that, your pussy already mewling. You think you heard his name before, one of Mr. Min's most faithful friends. You wonder why he's leaving the opening then, but it doesn't matter anymore as the elevator's doors open, the familiar ting signalling you you're on the parking lot floor.
"Does Mr. Kim want me to keep him company?" You flirt, completely oblivious to the future consequences your nasty tongue will bring you.
You follow Seokjin behind, him looking over his shoulder to send you a smirk. You pass in front of Taehyung's car and you feel a little bit guilty, but you rapidly erase this feeling. You don't own him shit.
You watch his tall figure walking and you can't help but find him so powerful. His age is still a mystery to you, but you have a clue that he's at least ten years older than you. It excites you so much, you've never been with a man like Seokjin before. Well, you've never been with that many men in your life, but still.
"Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend, little girl?" He presses a button on his car key, unlocking his car's doors from afar. The lights of a white Mercedes turn on. It looks brand new as you can see Seokjin's reflection on the body.
"Taehyung's not my boyfriend," you grumble, rolling your eyes. "And I don't have to be with him twenty-four seven. I'm a big girl," you stop walking when he does too, turning around to face you. "Where are you going?"
He tilts his head to the side, finding you particularly curious. Even after calling you a bitch, you still crave his attention. "Home," he fidgets with his keys, his long fingers passing through the metal loops, making them turn around on his finger.
"Kids and wife waiting for you?" You toddle toward him, slowly closing the distance between you two.
He scoffs before answering. "I don't have a wife, and surely not kids," he eyes you closely, watching the corners of your mouth lift into a smug smile.
"My presence won't be such a bother then, right?"
Arms around Seokjin's neck, you hump his thigh like a deprived virgin, whining and moaning so loudly you're sure the neighbours can hear you. Oh, why does doing something wrong feels so good?
He gropes your breasts, gritting his teeth at the filthy view you're offering him. The material of his trousers rubs deliciously against your pussy and as he tenses up the muscles of his thigh, that's when you think you see stars.
"Oh! Mr. Kim..." You can't believe you're still not calling this man by his beautiful name, but you get it. Well, you think you get it because how unfair is it to refuse you from calling him by his own name during sex?
No names, no attachments, no feelings.
A stupid girl like you dry humping a man in his thirties while Taehyung must be searching for you right now, how unconscious have you become? Love makes you do crazy things.
He slaps your butt, leaving his handprint behind, and you moan at the stinging pain. You're totally naked and Seokjin only has his cock out, stroking it as he watches you rut your hips on his thigh.
He's long, really fucking long, but not as thick as Taehyung. You know this dick has seen so many pussies before you and will see more after. You normally don't do things like that, fucking men you didn't know about hours ago, but it's clearly in your attitude to do things out of impulsivity.
"Mmh, look at this," his free hand lays on your waist, no need to guide you as you move your hips up and down on his thigh greedily. "Fucking my thigh like you never got dicked before..." He observes and you can't deny the fact that your pussy's on fire. You're so horny it doesn't even make sense.
Surely it's because Taehyung left you hanging high as a punishment, your poor clit throbbing and begging for a little bit of attention. You didn't even masturbate, you don't really know why, maybe because it wouldn't have been the same.
So all your frustration has builded up in your tummy, only waiting for a gentleman to give you a hand. It should've been Taehyung, it should have... You'd have probably got on your knees and begged him to just put that dick inside your cunt. Yeah, you'd have done that or something similar at least.
But you fell upon a beautiful man and it doesn't matter whether or not your encounter was planned. Seokjin was there, Taehyung was not.
"Rub that wet pussy on me, little girl, go on," Seokjin encourages you and your eyes roll back in your skull, breathy moans escaping your mouth. He gently and slowly runs his hand on his length, the loose skin folding on itself.
"Y-Yes... Feels so good," you whine out, pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He groans at the pain, gritting his teeth like an animal. "Mr. Kim, I'm really... really close," you announce to the man, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
His slender fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, nails sinking in as well. He grips his cock tightly at the base, stopping his strokes as he lays his hooded eyes on your fucked up face. "Little slut, you have no shame, do you?" He encircles your waist with his strong arm, pulling your naked chest flushed against his.
As you hump him, your nipples brush against the material of his white shirt, making your stomach clench. He kneads your ass with his big palm, teasing your little asshole with his middle finger. You shiver from his actions, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
His cock twitches and he can't wait to shove it down your throat. You chase your orgasm, feeling the pleasure bubbling in your belly. You rut your hips frantically against his thigh, his pants now fully soaked from your juices. You hope he doesn't mind having his expensive clothes stained.
"Cumming for another man... I pray for you he doesn't find out," he whispers in your ear, laughing cruelly after. "Come on, princess, show me how much of a big girl you are..." Seokjin has no remorse, that's for sure. Only the most evil people enjoy seeing others suffer.
At the moment, you have no remorse at all as well. You want your release and that's it.
"Mmh-!" Spasms take over you, thighs and arms shaking, humping Seokjin like there's no tomorrow. "Oh, my God!" You mumble in the crook of his neck, hips stuttering as your orgasm explodes in you.
You feel your heartbeat in your bud of nerves, telling you just how good of an orgasm it was.
"You ruined my pants... You're lucky I like you," he lets go of his cock to grip the back of your neck, pulling you upwards. "Because normally, I wouldn't let that slide." His expression is unreadable, or he just doesn't have any emotion. You think the latter option is more accurate.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kim," you apologize and pout, crunching his shirt between your fists on his shoulders.
He presses his fingers on each side of your neck, applying more pressure as he observes your face contorts in pain. It's as if he analyses your reactions, noting how your eyebrows furrow when his thumb digs forcefully on your jugular.
It feels like a predator playing with his prey, watching it suffer in pain before eating it. He said he would let it slide, but apparently Seokjin isn't good at sticking to his words.
"Mr. Kim-" You call him, small pearls falling from your eyes. His gaze follows the tear rolling down your cheek, hanging down on your jaw. The pressure slowly disappears as he looks back up at you, his grip leaving your neck.
"On your knees, princess. I'm not done with you," he orders and you nod repeatedly, getting down from his lap. "I hope you know how to suck a cock because if you don't, I'll be obligated to fuck your mouth," he says as he settles his elbow against the armrest, rubbing his chin between his index and thumb. "And I'm not known to be particularly gentle..."
You position yourself between his legs, glancing up at him with uncertain eyes. It's not that you don't know, it's just that Taehyung never taught you and it's not like you could've practiced with other boys. He always takes control of your mouth and rarely lets you do it on your own.
So you doubt your skills will impress Seokjin, but you wish it'll be enough for him to not face fuck you, especially if he's particularly rough.
You've barely laid your eyes on his enormous cock that he already takes a handful of your hair in his fist. "Don't make me wait, little girl," he pushes you closer until your head is shoved onto his crotch. You feel his hard erection straining across your face, long and pulsating angrily.
You whimper a little, trying to back away, but he holds your face in place. "Mr. Kim, I can't-" Your lips graze his dick as you speak and this position is really not comfy for you.
"Are you telling me a slutty bitch like you can't take a dick in her mouth?" He asks severely, eyes filled with burning anger. Or is it desire? You shake your head the best you can from side to side, swallowing as you feel small and totally defenceless under him. "Then fucking do it."
He doesn't need to tell you twice, surely not while looking at you so menacingly.
You open your mouth and close it, giving kisses to his beautiful length. You do so until you're met with his tip, pre-cum spilling on your lips. His hand grips at your scalp, tightening his fist around your hair, making you wince in pain.
You swirl your tongue around his mushroom head, passing your pink muscle over the slit, smearing the pre-cum and your drool over his hard cock. You play with the tip because you don't want to engulf the whole thing in your mouth, you're not even sure you can.
You're used to Taehyung's cock, but Seokjin's is too long, it almost surpasses the height of your head. Nonetheless, you suckle the head, trying to keep the man entertained. You move your head accordingly to your licks, licking the underside of his shaft and then going up to put the tip back in your mouth.
"Scared to take the whole thing in your mouth, little girl?" He questions you, his voice surprisingly soft. "I understand, it's not everyday that you see someone like me..." He smirks and you look up, meeting his devious gaze.
Your forearms are placed beside his thighs, which part wider as he forces your head down on him when you didn't expect him to. You whine around him, protesting, but you know it's useless. He holds your head firmly over his erect penis and you're too weak to escape his grip.
"Shh, pretty girl. Take my cock," he says calmly and it would be almost soothing if you weren't focusing on breathing through your nose as he sinks himself in the warmth of your mouth. "I told you I would fuck it if you weren't capable of sucking me off."
Your jaw stretches open, letting Seokjin penetrate your mouth so slowly your eyes start to water again. He pushes you down and you don't even have him whole in your mouth that the tip of his cock teases the back of your throat. You gag around him and you're scared you'll throw up.
"Guess I'll have to work with that..." He sighs in exasperation, but he understands he can't go further if he doesn't want you to die of asphyxia around his dick.
He then yanks your head up by your hair and you gasp for air, tears running down your cheeks. You try to get a proper breathing, but Seokjin pulls you down before you can. He slides between your lips, his cock totally smooth from your saliva. You form fists beside his thighs, scrunching your eyes shut and enduring the painful intrusion of his penis inside your mouth.
He plants his feet on the wooden floor and raises his hips, thrusting in and out of you. Slurping sounds are heard as well as Seokjin's grunts and hisses. He uses you as he desires, fucking your face and ignoring your cries while he grits his teeth from the overwhelming pleasure building in his stomach.
"Relax your jaw, fuck, that's why it's painful..." He instructs you and you tense down the muscles of your jaw, allowing a smoother entering of your mouth for his long cock.
Your lips never touch his pubic hair and your chin occasionally brushes his balls as they move up from Seokjin's thrusts. You really want it to be less painful, but you come to realize that maybe your mouth is just not made for sucking cocks.
But the men you have had sex with always manage to take you the way they want it anyway no matter how difficult it is for you to accommodate to their sizes.
You hollow your cheeks, one of the few things Taehyung taught, and you hope it makes Seokjin feel good. The little moan he produces tells you that he does, so you keep on hollowing your cheeks.
He fucks your throat until he feels his balls tightening and his cock twitching inside your mouth. "Shit, filthy girl... You're not as bad as I thought," he rasps out, passing his long fingers through your tangled hair.
The more he pushes into you, the closer your nose is to his pelvis. You swallow him despite the burning you feel in your throat, you're sure it'll be sore by tomorrow.
"A-ah, fuck," he moans and that's when he pulls out of your mouth, standing up on his feet.
Your heart accelerates as he towers over you with his full height, cock in hand ready to shoot his cum everywhere on your body. He's still fully dressed, totally intimidating you. You look so helpless down on your knees before a man so much older and so dominating.
It scares you and you really want to find Taehyung's warmth and care at the moment. It was fun at the beginning because you were angry and upset, but now, you see that Seokjin is just a man using you for your body and naivety.
His hooded eyes don't leave your little figure sitting on the floor as he runs his hand up and down his huge dick. Seokjin wants to ruin you, break you, only to toss you after on the street when he'll be done with you. He's cruel and you only realize it now because a man as powerful as him knows how to hide his double personality.
He brings your head over to him, his cock hovering over your face. He fucks his fist, going impressionably fast. He directs his erection toward your face, aligning it perfectly so he can cum where he wants it.
"Open," he grumbles the word out and you pull out your tongue, flattening it against your chin. He groans and his hips stutter as he feels the knot in his stomach tightening.
And then a hot liquid lands on your face and you blink several times while he shoots his cum on you, marking you in his seeds. He milks himself dry, painting your cheeks and tongue white of his release.
When he lets go of your head, Seokjin looks at you and he almost chuckles at how you seem completely pathetic. Covered in his cum, core leaking on your thighs and hair in a nest. Your makeup is not any better, all smudged up on your face.
You look like a whore. An expensive one, he'll be generous, but Seokjin doesn't pay for sex, he never does. He doesn't have to because lost and frustrated little girls like you throw themselves at his feet. He doesn't need to say anything.
After that, you don't stay with him, you don't sleep in the same bed as him, you don't even get a glass of water for your poor throat. You take your things and you get out.
At least he called a cab for you.
"His little girlfriend is kinda dumb, but you can do whatever you want with that mouth, Goddamn."
That phrase wouldn't leave Taehyung's mind since this morning when he heard Seokjin saying it. And it's infuriating him how he imagines the scene, how he pictures it so easily...
"Get in the fucking car," his eyes are literal daggers, fire glinting in them, making anyone who looks at him shiver in fear.
But not you.
"No! Tell me where we are going!" You yell, thumping your feet like a child.
His nostrils flare as he breathes furiously, fists clenching by his sides. He really wants to hold it in, but it's so difficult, so fucking difficult when you refuse to obey.
"Get. In."
"No, I'm not-" You squeak when your feet leave the ground as Taehyung throws you over his shoulder, securing your body with an arm over the back of your thighs.
He yanks the passenger's door open and you tightly holds the fabric of his vest between your fingers, legs dangling in the air. He bends down and lays you on the leather seat, shutting the door just when you're about to open your mouth again.
Taehyung gets around his car, entering the driver's side. He joins you in and he doesn't grant you one glance. He's mad, really mad.
"Put your seatbelt on," he orders as he adjusts the rear mirror. "Now." He says even more severely, sending you the first glimpse of the night, but it's cold and full of anger.
You quickly put on your seatbelt while he does the same, turning the key and making the car's engine roars. It's not loud enough to cover the beating of your heart, feeling it thundering in your rid cage, threatening to explode.
Taehyung pulls out of the parking lot, reaching the road in a few steering wheel strokes. He uses one hand to turn the wheel, doing it swiftly and precisely. He has a clear idea of where to go, and when he doesn't stop for the red light you understand you're in deep shit.
"Taehyung! Are you unconscious!?" You yell, your eyes widening and eyebrows furrowing when you notice the kilometres per hour increasing as his foot weighs on the speed pedal.
You look back and forth between him and the road in front of you. He dodges the cars, passing through gaps, not even bothering to turn on the flashers.
"Since when are you giving older men head?" He growls through his teeth, eyes focused on the road.
He turns the wheel hastily as he was getting too close to a car and your two bodies follow the movement of the car, balancing to the side before going back in place when Taehyung gets back in line.
"W-What?" You breathe out, too weak to talk louder. Luckily, he hears you despite the loud roaring of the engine.
"Kim Seokjin, out of all people," he sends his venom at you, fire dancing in his eyes. "You picked this piece of shit," he isn't screaming, but it feels like it with the way his tone sounds so furious and uncontrollable.
You think it was just a matter of fact until he would find out, but you thought that maybe he would dismiss it like he always does with you.
"You always open your mouth, never close it," he states, taking a road that leads you both out of the city. "Oh, no, that's right... The only time I don't hear you is when you have your fucking mouth around a literal stranger's dick!" He slams his palm against the steering wheel, the ambiance in the car becoming heavier.
He has to turn on his headlights as you two enter a road where there is no street lamp. You glimpse at the dashboard, your breath now erratic. 110km/h, 120km/h, 150km/h...
"The second I don't give you attention you go turn around older men like a fucking dog in heat," his words are sharp, cutting through your heart. "Is that why you offer your body to other men? Is that fucking why!?" He barks and you close your eyes, pearls falling on your face.
But your heart is stronger than that.
"No!" You scream, the sound making Taehyung tightens his grip around the wheel, knuckles turning white. "I'm not a fucking dog, I'm not a whore or a pathetic dumb bitch!" You affirm loudly, turning your head around to look at him.
You curse yourself for finding him beautiful, loving the crease between his eyebrows, the way his jaw clenches, wishing he could only be yours and no one else.
Fuck his money, fuck his dad, fuck his business partners, fuck his company worth million of dollars.
"Then what are you, huh? Tell me, smarthead," he laughs, but not because it's funny, because he's nervous he's not right this time.
He's asking it, playing stupid as if he doesn't already know the truth, as if you didn't tell him before.
"I'm in love with you, Taehyung! That's what I am, okay! I'm in love... with you," you desperately say the last two words and just like that, his muscles tense down. Just like that he calms down, realizes his mistake. "And I want you to love me, too."
He slows down, raises his foot from the gas pedal, as a road sign appears afar in the dark; max 70km/h. You've come back to the city and Taehyung's little race comes to an end.
The ride back to the parking lot is silent, no one daring to say a word. When Taehyung parks the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly reach for the door's handle. You get out and he follows you, walking around to finally face you.
You're crying and he's not. Your heart compresses in your chest and you place a hand over it, feeling it screaming and beating incessantly. Him, he only feels guilty.
He's started a fire in you only to watch your heart burn in front of him. He always knew you like him, it was pretty obvious even since you two were children. His attention slowly drifted off of you as he grew older, taking an interest in working with his dad, enjoying earning money and the esteem of many people.
You stayed by his side anyway, even when money was more important than you.
"Doll, listen, I'm-" He stops when you raise an arm in front of him.
You pass by him, walking away as you leave him wondering why did he act like such an asshole for years.
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⋆౨ৎ BREAKFAST IN BED - kth ᝰ.ᐟ
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summary: taehyung feels lonely when he’s awake but you’re asleep, so once you wake up he’ll do anything to get you to stay awake
notes: poosy for breakfast that’s how i start my day🧍♀️
word count: 1.5k
genre: smut
pairing: taehyung x f!reader
warnings/tags: NSFW!, established relationship, sleepy sex, oral sex (f receiving), kissing, neck kisses, breast fondling, not proofread…
he had woken up far too early. at 5:08 to be exact. now, the worst part wasn’t that he couldn’t go back to sleep, or that he was bored, or that it was inconvenient. no. the worst part was that you were still asleep. he waited at waited. he tried to sleep, his body tossing and turning. he spent a few hours on his phone. it helped a bit. but in the end the only thing on his mind was you.
it was now 7:58, almost 3 hours later, and he was fed up. he needed to wake you up one way or another. he put his phone down on the nightstand and turned to face you. the sun was peaking through the blinds so he was able to get a good look at your face. it was smushed into the pillow and your hair was messy but you still managed to look perfect. he felt warm at the sweet sight, almost feeling bad for having it wake you up. almost.
if it wasn’t for how long he had been awake without you, he probably would’ve felt bad, but right now, he didn’t care anymore. his hand reached over to move your hair out of your face and cup your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. he whispered your name but to no avail. you were in a far away land and his voice was inaudible to you. he tried again, a little louder this time, yet still, you didn’t even flinch.
he decided that this wasn’t going to work. so he moved a bit closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and mumbling your name on your skin. he sighed upon the realisation that his attempts kept failing. but we wasn’t going to give up yet. an idea suddenly came to mind, and he shuffled down in the sheets just a bit, to get in line with your neck. he then rolled you over to lie on your back, hearing how you groaned a bit in your sleep at the movement.
lying down beside you, hand on your waist, he placed a kiss on your neck, again and again, repeating your name with each one. you heard his voice. it was a distant echo, calling out to you from far away, trying to pull you out of your slumber. you started to shift and he smiled on your skin, he was almost victorious, but you weren’t fully awake yet. he moved to the other side of your neck, now hovering over you, and whispering in your ear,
“come on, please..” he sucked the skin on your neck again, “wake up for me..”
your eyes finally fluttered open to the feeling of his wet kisses on your skin and you released a sigh at the feeling before speaking with a sleep laced voice, “tae.. what are you doing..” your eyes were barely open as you spoke and you tried to process what was going on.
“i waited so long for you” you felt his hand travel up your shirt, “i’ve been waiting for you to wake up for hours”
you didn’t say anything, you just took in his words and let him continue whatever he was doing, deciding that it was a good way to wake up.
“i can’t wait any longer” he practically begged.
“then don’t.” now you were begging too.
with that, he didn’t take long to move his lips further down your body. in fact, he didn’t think he could possibly wait any longer. he lifted up your shirt and as he crawled down he planted kisses from your rib cage down to your tummy and hips. fingers traced down your stomach until they reached the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down and discarding the material immediately.
he was met with the sight of your heat, but as much as he wanted to taste you right now, he needed to hold back just a little bit longer. he had to make you feel good first before moving on to the real thing. he had to tease you a bit. make you want it. make you need it. so his mouth did what it did best, it sucked the skin on your stomach, hips, and inner thighs, sending pleasure through your body and into your already fuzzy mind.
your eyes were shut, partially because you were still sleepy, and partially because you were taking in the feeling of his lips against your skin. you hummed sleepily; his lips felt so good as they peppered your skin with kisses, making your legs start to squirm and arousal start to grow between your legs. and he wasn’t blind to how your desire was starting to increase,
“you like how that feels?…you want more?” he spoke through kisses, and with your mind hazy, all you could do was moan a drawn out ‘mhm’ as you felt your heat clench around nothing. in response his kisses neared their destination, making you exhale a shaky breath of anticipation as his lips got closer and closer to your core with each kiss, and neither one of you could wait any longer.
finally, he wrapped his lips around you clit and his tongue got to work, circling your sensitive pearl, eliciting a needy sigh from your parted lips. a wave of relief washed over you, his tongue easing your need for him.
your mind was still slightly foggy with sleep meaning you had no control over your body, so it didn’t even surprise you when your back arched up off the bed and your lips pressed together as he pulled needy whines and hums from your throat. not only did your groggy state make you lack control over how your body responded, but it also made the pleasure feel even more intense. your clit was sensitive and throbbing as his tongue worked in circles, occasionally flicking it or dipping into your soaked entrance.
with each circle, flick, and dip of his tongue, you felt the pleasure course through you, sending shockwaves through your body and making you shudder with every moan that was pulled from your throat. and as his actions continued, they eventually sped up too, causing a sudden burst of pleasure.
with the satisfaction building, you couldn’t hold your legs up anymore and they flopped onto the bed, though they didn’t stay there for long; his hands gripped your thighs and lifted them up. his thumbs massaged your tensing muscles, the feeling sending pleasure straight to your heat, making you soaked. they both stayed there until one hand inched up, reaching up to fondle your breast, your lips parting as he pulled a shaky gasp from you at the added pleasure.
with your eyes closed and mind in a haze, everything felt overwhelming. tongue buried in your dripping folds, hand easing your tight muscles, and other hand massaging your breast. no matter where he touched you or how, it all went straight to your core, feeling as your hole became drenched with your slick and his saliva.
as the pace of his tongue increased, you couldn’t take it for much longer, hums and moans morphing into whines, whimpers, and gasps for air. your thighs began to shake as you came close to release, but he held them firmly, pushing you closer to him and burying his face between your legs.
he dipped his tongue into your desperate hole one final time before he focused solely on flicking your sensitive clit, bringing you closer and closer to release. you felt as you started to clench helplessly, your pleasure reaching its peak before he sent you over the edge, leaving your thighs shaking, back arching, and hips jerking.
you moaned out as you came undone on his tongue. in a way, you felt like your were still dreaming, the pleasure making you feel like you were floating in clouds, before it died down and he disconnected his lips from your puffy heat.
when your back met the mattress again and you body stopped shaking, he brought his hands to your outer thighs, running them up and down, caressing them lovingly, and he placed light kisses all over your inner thighs. eventually his hands and lips left your thighs as he moved to hover over you and kiss your cheek.
your eyes were still closed and you head was turned to the side and you caught your breath. at the feeling of his lips on your cheek, you lifted you heavy head and open your eyes to look at him. he wore a smile on his face and his hair was messy too. you couldn’t help but kiss him, not caring if you tasted yourself on his lips, because the feeling of him smiling on your lips was the only thing you were focused on.
you held his face as you kissed him, smile forming on your lips too. when he pulled away, he flopped down next to you, pulling you into his arms. even though you just woke up, you felt sleepy again, but this time, you wouldn’t let him be alone. you’d fight the sleep, and spend the morning lying in his arms, and feeling his smile as you kissed his lips.
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Plastic off the sofa // kth
I like it, baby
pairing: dom!kth x fem!reader
genre: smut, drabble, ftl, unedited
word count: 1.7k (Prologue)<—coming soon
warnings: spit, unsafe sẽx, choking, anal play (fingers), oral 4f, downward dog, deep voice shenanigans, pet names, intimate love ig🥹
Note: spare me it’s thursday and I’m reeling !! Hope you enjoy🕴🏾 -dubu♡
A faint blush resonated on your cheeks in the car, every passing street making the butterflies flutter away in your tummy.
Taehyung gripped the steering wheel firmly, eyes concentrating on the road in front of him. A small smile lingered on his lips upon entering the vehicle. His recent brazen behavior echoing through his mind.
You glanced at him secretly trying not to make a sound, yet like he can read your thoughts he looked over at you unexpectedly.
“Something on your mind, pretty?” He turned back to the road, his attention still focused on your dilatory response.
“Mmhm.” You said shyly, titling your head to cutely punctuate your playful words. He turned down a familiar street his apartment building coming into sight.
“And what would that be, y/n?” He said huskily, glancing over at you with a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
“You.” He pulled into his parking garage and turned off the engine, taking his seatbelt off swiftly to shift in his seat and kiss you. Reaching over the console was uncomfortable but your lips soothed any thought of pain in his body.
He pulled away from the intense kiss letting you catch your breath, “ready?” He questioned breathlessly. You nodded biting your lip unconsciously.
He walked around the car to let you out, locking the door as you walked hand in hand to the elevator. Once inside the apartment, his demeanor changed completely. He walked over to the large sofa leaning against the side of it coolly.
“Come here, baby.” As if your feet were uprooted from the ground you crossed the space between you. His hands instinctively wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in. He stared down at you entranced by your beauty, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Listen closely, okay?” He began seriously, “I don’t want to hurt you, so you have to tell me when you’re uncomfortable.” He searched your face for any trace of fear or worry, but he was met with a sultry half-smile.
“I want you to use me, Taehyung.” You watched his eyes darken in delight, a huff being pushed through his pink lips from a small chuckle. He ran a hand down the back of your neck, gripping and pulling your head back. Squeezing your lips open and spitting in your mouth without warning. Your cheeks warmed up at his actions, but you swallowed submissively, your pussy getting wetter by the second.
“My pleasure, angel.” His lips found your neck in a frenzy, being met with a small hiss as he soothed over your love marks with his tongue.
“All mine,” he muttered against your neck, sending a vibration down your already sensitive skin. You feel his hands snake their way down your waist, tugging at the zipper on the side of your skirt. He ran a finger down your thigh, running his hand under your skirt to feel your dewy skin.
He placed his hands on the hem of your skirt yanking it down your legs and letting it hit the floor. “Turn around,” he said gingerly running his lips along your lower jawline making your eyes close in bliss. “Need to make you feel good.”
His eyes pour into yours as he runs his hands along your curves, savoring the feel of your body. He halted his movements over your clothed chest. Removing your shirt and massaging your tits until they were aching for more. He carefully spun you around, removing himself from the sofa. Letting you face away from him and bend over the arm.
He sunk to the floor letting his knees make contact with the plush rug that stretched luxuriously throughout his living room. He placed a hand on your backside and spread your legs slightly. Craning forward and placing a kiss on your ass cheek. Without warning you felt his nose nudge against your pussy, your arousal slipping down your leg.
“Please,” you murmur, knees buckling when Taehyung articulately licked a strip down your swollen cunt. He inhaled your scent lustfully, groaning in elation.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby” he ran his middle and ring finger down your slit collecting the juice like a sweet nectar was at his disposal. He placed his fingers on his tongue moaning at the taste, a shiver creeping down your spine.
He rose from his position on the floor, crouching slightly as 2 of his fingers rested over your cunt. He sank his fingers inside you, watching as you arched into his touch.
“Shit —” he cursed, slowly pulling out and setting a steady pace, learning your body and its reactions. “Taking my fingers like a good little slut. What happened to my Angel hmm?”
You whimpered at his words, fucking yourself steadily on his nimble fingers, earning a chuckle from him that almost sounded like a deep rumble escaping his chest. You clenched around his fingers tightly, rutting backwards letting out a pitiful whine.
He massaged your clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers press knuckle deep inside you. He moved his thumb to rest over your asshole, not halting his movements.
“Can I?” He asks putting slightly pressure where his thumb is. You nod sheepishly, cheeks warm and flushed as his fingers violate you.
“Good girl” he groans, pressing his thumb into your hole, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling. Desperate moans fall from your lips as he increases his speed.
“Taehyung,” you whimper softly, brain turning to mush. He hummed with faux empathy, leaning down to kiss and lick at your hot exposed skin.
“I’m so close,” you stutter weakly, chest heaving to catch a breath. He finger fucked you relentlessly smiling at the way your body reacted to his touch.
“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” He taunted sexily, groaning when you clenched around his fingers in response, your mess coating your legs and his unforgiving hand. He pulled you closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach unraveling intensely. With a cry of his name your hips bucked as you arched back slightly, shaking. He slipped his fingers from your cunt, rubbing your overstimulated clit as you cum all over his hand.
“So good for me, beautiful.” He stood up quickly, moving you over to the spacious sofa, letting you rest your weight on him as he sat you down. He stood in front of you swiftly removing his shirt and losing his pants in the same motion. You stare at his body in awe, finally getting to take in the man you now call lover.
“Lay on your back for me,” he leaned down planting a kiss on your pouty lips. You nodded against his lips, moaning into the kiss when his hand unexpectedly met your neck, squeezing firmly.
You broke apart and obediently followed his orders, shivering when your bare skin made contact with the chilly fabric. You heard rustling behind you and assumed Taehyung was discarding his boxers. A lustful creature snuck into your body as you felt your pussy leak onto the cushion, muttering soft moans as you writhed desperately.
Taehyung watched you amazement, the tip of his cock aggressively leaking down his shaft. He was uncomfortably hard, veins prominent around his shaft.
He climbed over you, hovering with one arm down to steady himself and the other hand lazily stroking his cock. You huffed in frustration shaking your ass slightly to encourage Taehyung to hurry. He grabbed a nearby pillow and gently placed it under your lower stomach, increasing the angle of your hips.
“Patience, princess” he groaned out huskily, fisting his girthy cock firmly. He lowered himself and ran his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness while relishing in the raunchy squelching noises.
“Need you hyungie, please” you begged mercilessly, craning back for more friction against his length. He sunk into you slowly, moaning at the warmth of your wet cunt. You whined at the pleasurable stretch gripping the edge of the sofa tightly as you took him completely in. He let you adjust to his size before he started kissing down your back, retracting his hips before hurriedly going back inside you.
He ground his hips against your ass, pinning your hands beside your body. He took his time fucking you passionately into the soft cushions. He moaned your name deeply, complimenting your body in endearing ways.
“You take my dick so good,” he cooed sweetly, looking down to watch your bodies connect in a sticky mess. His movements speeding up steadily as he found your sweet spot. You yelled his name in pleasure, tears brimming your eyes as he aggressively fucked into you repeatedly.
“Fuck —“ you barely whimpered out, face flush against the cushions. Your chest heaving, nipples sensitive as they rub on the soft fabric. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, your eyes stinging with tears.
“Your pussy is so pretty when you clench around me,” his hips rhythmically stutter downward, his balls slapping against your exposed skin. The filthy sound of moans and heavy breathing filled the living room.
“Hyungie, can I cum for you please?” You cried out pushing back to meet his hips with every thrust.
“Yeah?” He crooned hotly, “you wanna cum for me, slut?” He pressed more of his weight down on you, leaning down to approve of your dire question.
You felt your stomach tightening upon your release, sparks flying through your body as he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch inside you, causing you to clench around him. He shuttered at the feeling, sloppily fucking you before he released ribbons of warm cum inside you.
He slipped his cock out of you, turning you over and sliding in the space next to you. You rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you both came down from your everlasting high. He kissed your forehead attentively.
“Was I too rough, angel?” Taehyung asked worriedly, running his hand down your shoulder to your arm until his hand reached yours, grabbing it tightly.
You smiled up at him softly, eyes filled with unadulterated love. You squeeze his hand in response, rubbing small hearts on his chest with your other hand. Bodies entangled on the sofa with silent admiration closing the minimal space.
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