U posted ‘with you’ to see how it was received. i liked it a lot i thought it felt vey casual and comfortable but also exciting but not in a scary way 🤍
‘‘Fuck,” his voice was a whispered, high pitched whine.
You almost didn’t hear it.
Almost.
You coo-ed at him as you slowed your movements. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” His eyes shot wide open in panic, “no, no, no. Don’t stop- Please.”
As if to make a point, his hips began to lift as if with the intention of fucking himself.
You met Jimin’s gaze and raised your eyebrows in question. He knew he couldn’t fuck himself. The only way he got to feel sexual pleasure was by your decision. You decided the when, the how and where.
“If I could chose my dream, I just wanna stay right next to you.” - kim namjoon, tokyo
words: 1.3k
warnings: n/a, mention of religion
work is unfinished, i am posting to see how well it is received.
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“You know,” you started, eyes locked on the same person that your friend couldn’t help but glance at for the past half an hour, “for someone so confident, that guy sure does render you speechless.”
Unamused, Jimin turned to look at you.
“He’s not just some guy. He’s the guy.”
“The guy?” You repeated, brows raised. “What does that even mean, the guy?”
“Do you know who the guy is? Jeon Jungkook.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“No-no,” he scolded after catching your eye-roll. Jimin shifted in his seat and moved closer towards you, “he not only led our lovely rugby team to victory the moment he joined it, but he also-“
“Got rid of all the dickheads and makes sure the team takes care of drunk people at parties.” You finished for him, unable to suppress a smile at Jimin’s unphased expression. “The Vatican should make him a saint.”
Jimin’s huge crush on Jeon Jungkook was evident the moment the sport star turned the entire team around. You’d argue that it existed the moment Jimin saw Jungkook, but your friend was adamant that it didn’t. He was also adamant that he didn’t suit short hair, but everyone knew Jimin could very well pull off being bald if he wanted to.
Jimin continued to deadpan you.
“What,” you laughed, “Jungkook’s a good person, nobody has ever said otherwise. He may be the guy to you, but-“
“If I could chose my dream, I just wanna stay right next to you.” - kim namjoon, tokyo
words: 1.3k
warnings: n/a, mention of religion
work is unfinished, i am posting to see how well it is received.
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“You know,” you started, eyes locked on the same person that your friend couldn’t help but glance at for the past half an hour, “for someone so confident, that guy sure does render you speechless.”
Unamused, Jimin turned to look at you.
“He’s not just some guy. He’s the guy.”
“The guy?” You repeated, brows raised. “What does that even mean, the guy?”
“Do you know who the guy is? Jeon Jungkook.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“No-no,” he scolded after catching your eye-roll. Jimin shifted in his seat and moved closer towards you, “he not only led our lovely rugby team to victory the moment he joined it, but he also-“
“Got rid of all the dickheads and makes sure the team takes care of drunk people at parties.” You finished for him, unable to suppress a smile at Jimin’s unphased expression. “The Vatican should make him a saint.”
Jimin’s huge crush on Jeon Jungkook was evident the moment the sport star turned the entire team around. You’d argue that it existed the moment Jimin saw Jungkook, but your friend was adamant that it didn’t. He was also adamant that he didn’t suit short hair, but everyone knew Jimin could very well pull off being bald if he wanted to.
Jimin continued to deadpan you.
“What,” you laughed, “Jungkook’s a good person, nobody has ever said otherwise. He may be the guy to you, but-“
“Oh?” A light voice suddenly cut you off.
Speak of the devil and he will arrive.
“The guy to you? Do you have anything to tell me, sweetheart?” Jungkook continued. He directed his question at Jimin as he sat down and stole one of the fries that sat in front of the other man.
“Nothing that you don’t already know,” Jimin answered with a wink, to which Jungkook laughed while continuing to munch on the fries.
As the two fell into a hushed conversation, you shifted your gaze away from your two friends. Although the three of you sat together, their conversation felt too private to listen to, even as a friend. Instead, you moved your gaze to where you last saw your own crush. He was still there, still working away. He was wearing a dark brown, long sleeved shirt that you noticed kept getting in the way as his fingers glided across the keyboard in front of him. The long sleeves kept shifting the pages of his book. He didn’t seem to mind, though. You found that admirable about him; not only did he look good in brown, but he was patient. It may seem silly, but you found that small things like pages moving when you don’t want them to move was big enough to irritate a lot of people, including you.
Not him, though.
Last week you saw a girl trip and spill her coffee all over his jeans and notes. You could feel your heart break as you watched the pages soak up the dark liquid, but he didn’t even look at them. He jumped out of his seat to help the girl the second she fell. You could faintly hear her apologize to him, but he told her to not worry and that they were just notes.
If you didn’t know better, you’d say you were in love with him.
Jungkook was one thing, but the Vatican should consider Kim Namjoon a saint.
You couldn’t help but internally cringe at yourself. If you rolled your eyes at how in love Jimin is with Jungkook, Jimin would straight up vomit if he heard what you were thinking right now.
“You know,” Jungkook’s voice brought you out of your thoughts while you considered what you could possibly wear to a saint-decleration, “I could introduce the two of you. He tutors me in Philo, we take the same class.”
You sighed, wishing so very badly that you could take him up on the offer, but you were too afraid that it would all go wrong. Although you considered yourself to be a fairly confident person, you were not blissfully ignorant. You and Namjoon have never spent time alone together. All that you know about him, you know because the two of you are close to the same person.
Min Yoongi. Both of you were also familiar with Seokjin and although you considered him a friend, you knew that he was closer to Namjoon than he was to you.
“Listen,” Jimin started, picking up on your hesitation, “Taehyung is throwing a party this weekend. I know for a fact that Seokjin will be there, which makes it more than likely that Namjoon will be there too.”
Jungkook nodded, “which makes it a perfect setting! You guys won’t be alone. If you hit it off, great. If you don’t, we can come rescue you.”
“Exactly,” Jimin continued, “but either way you’ll get to know whether this is something you want to pursue, or if you should leave it alone and move on.”
You gasped in fake-offense, “move on? How could I possibly move on?”
It was Saturday, 7:36pm and you were halfway through getting ready. You had been texting back and forth with Yoongi, who had confirmed that Namjoon would be there tonight. You had also reassured Yoongi that if he needed an out at any point during the party, you’d be there for him.
You were aware of his social anxiety, and how much it took for him to attend events like the one tonight. Although you didn’t know the ins and outs of what he had to deal with, you knew enough to offer support and reassurance. When the two of you were 14, there was one particular school event that Yoongi had to attend, a school concert of sorts. He was forced into doing a piano solo, but his set was delayed and cancelled because he was unable to breathe from the nerves. That was the first time you saw the extent of what your childhood friend was dealing with. Since then you promised to be his rock, his stability if and whenever he should need it, if it would be helpful. Sometimes your presence was helpful, sometimes it wasn’t. But Yoongi never shoo-ed you away. Not once. So you stayed, each and every time.
By the time you finished getting ready, Yoongi had already texted you that he would be there to pick you up in 10 minutes.
This is good. You told yourself. You’d finally get to talk to properly talk to Namjoon, see what he’s like. You loved spending time with Yoongi, and he loved spending time with Namjoon, so surely you would love to spend time with him too?
Of course you will.
Why were you so nervous? You were never nervous to meet people. You looked hot, felt hot. Why were you nervous?
A horn sounded outside. Has it already been 10 minutes?
“Ooooooh,” Yoongi scanned you up and down as you slipped into the passenger seat, “you dressed up just for me?”
You laughed, “you like?”
“I do,” he laughed, pulling out of your driveway, “and I’m sure that he will too.”
Yoongi knew. Of course he knew. How could he not know? Your interest in Namjoon was clear when you interrogated your friend after each time the two of them hung out.
“Do you have a plan?”
“Ah yes,” you mused, “I will show up, seduce him and hook up in your car. You’ll leave the keys inside for me, right?”
You saw Yoongi roll his eyes.
“I don’t have a plan. I just hope it all works out, that’s all.”
“Why wouldn’t it work out?”
“What if he doesn’t like me?” You hated how that sounded.
Yoongi clicked his tongue.
“Why wouldn’t he? Not only are you hot, but you’re interesting. And as far as I can tell, that’s what he’s after. He likes people with substance. You have plenty of substance.”
You almost blushed. Compliments from Yoongi were not a common thing. This one you’d cherish.
“Can you just repeat that, I didn’t get a chance to record it.”
You moaned, unable to hold back for longer. You had been trying to keep quiet for the past 10 minutes or so, and you couldn’t do it anymore.
“That’s it kitten,” Sana whispered while she continued to fuck you with the dildo in her hand, “make those pretty sounds for me.”
“Fuck,” your voice was nothing but a whine begging for more. Your hips moved without you having to think about it; you wanted all that Sana was giving you.
At some point she was simply holding the dildo; you were the one fucking yourself with it by moving your hips.
Once you realized this, a switch flicked in your head. You wrapped your hand around Sana’s wrist and started to move it, fucking yourself with her hand holding the pleasure item.
You felt how wet you are, how easily the cock pushed into you. The loud noises were just a plus.
Sana hummed, clearly happy that her plan worked.
“I love seeing you so desperate.”
Seeing red, you pulled her hand away from you. You took the dildo out of her hand, flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips high in the air.
Without warning, you pushed the cock into her drenched pussy, burrying your face into her ass as you pleasured her.
You licked around her rim, pushing your tongue further in. She couldn’t help but moan, too overwhelmed at the sudden sensations. You ate her soft ass out for a little longer, letting her moans slow down before you flipped her onto her back again. You spread her legs apart, watching her cunt swallowed the cock whole.
“Fuck,” you mumbled, “youre such a slut for dick. I wonder how many your hole could fit.”
“As many as you like,” Sana’s reply was almost instant, “I’d do anything for you.”
Your mind began to swim with all the different things you could make her do to get her to cum. How many toys you could occupy her holes with. How many could she take? How many would fit?
“Let me taste you, please.” Her voice verged on a whine.
“No.”
“Please?”
“Beg better.”
Sana whined, throwing her head back with pleasure and frustration.
“Please let me taste you. Let me lick and suck your pussy clean. Sit on my face, please. I want you, I want you all day every day. You and your cunt is all that I think about. Fuck.”
You slammed the dildo further into her, leaving it there for a little while before almost pulling it all the way out; only to repeat the action again.
“Let me show you how much I want you.”
You couldn’t feign disinterest anymore. You stopped all motion for a second, instead you moved to place your knees on either sides of her head, hovering your pussy above her mouth while still being able to fuck her with the dildo.
You almost came at the feeling of her warm tongue on your wet slit.
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