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older neighbour!park who his family invites you to their girl's small birthday party in their house, he takes you to his basement and let's you smoke his weed. you start getting all giggly and touchy, he takes advantage.
never apologize for sending me asks about jimin π«π€ im the one who's sorry for responding so late sjsjsjsj
warnings: non-con, drugs consumption
you've never taken weed before. it isn't for any particular reason... just that you haven't, until today of course.
it's jimin's little sister's birthday and you were invited by his family because the girl is very found of you, having babysat her many times since you're neighbours.
jimin is a couple of years older than you, and you won't lie that you had a big crush on him when you were younger. how could you not, honestly? he was hot β and still very much is β and he was older. it was enough for your teenage self to go crazy; you really thought you were the luckiest girl to have such a hottie as your neighbour.
the 16 year old you would be so happy right now. smoking weed with jimin in his basement? sitting on his couch? yeah, you'd be in heaven, and it's pretty much how you really feel like at this moment...
everything is tingly to the touch, and you find it so exhilarating.
jimin has his arm leaned over the back of the couch just behind you, wrapping you in his warmth and scent.
you're laughing at some stupid joke he made, and it's really the funniest thing you've ever heard. you can't help but squirm as you giggle, accidentally putting a hand on his thigh very, very close to his crotch.
your cheeks immediately catch on fire, and you retrieve your hand as fast as possible.
"fuck, sorry," you apologize, looking away from him in embarrassment.
jimin seems to really enjoy your shyness, biting down on his lip while staring at you in a lewd way. it makes you feel like your accidental touch was super dirty, when in reality it wasn't your intention at all.
"no need to apologize, pretty," he purrs beside you.
he then makes a bold move, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand directly between his legs, feeling the rough material of his jeans where his cock lies just under.
your eyes widen, opening your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. you try to remove your hand, unable to do so as jimin's keeping your wrist in place.
"oh, come on," he whines as he seems very pleased by the situation, "don't be shy now, sweet girl. you were all giggly and touchy seconds ago, what's the matter?"
"i- i don't like this, jimin, please, stop," you shakily beg him, bottom lip trembling and eyes swelling up in tears.
he winces, frowning his brows, showing you his disagreement. "made me all hard and you wanna leave it like this? how mean of you," he says, "i think i deserve this, don't you think? thought you wouldn't mind that much considering i'm the one you think about when rubbing that little pussy of yours."
your cheeks are burning as you hear his words. did he know about your old crush on him all this time? how could he? even if it's the truth, that doesn't make you feel comfortable with what's happening...
with his arm around the header of the couch, he easily takes a hold of the back of your neck, bringing your trembling lips to his plush ones. he kisses you rather gently, but his goal isn't to go soft on you.
he doesn't take him long until he forces his cock down your throat, pushing your head lower each time you try to retrieves back, his fingers tangled into your hair.
"ah, shit," he grunts above you, parting his legs wider to feel you around the entirety of his length, procuring him more pleasure.
he gets at ease, smoking as he makes you suck his dick, your spit dripping down to your chin, eyes stinging and all red both from the drugs and tears.
ARE WE STILL FRIENDS
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summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?
content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.
"Yeah."
"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.
"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."
"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."
That much was true.
You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty β though you weren't faring any better at the time.
The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.
You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.
It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.
Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.
While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.
"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
"It's nothing."
"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.
Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.
"Do you ever think about dating?"
"Who? You?", he chuckled.
"No, dumbass. I mean in general."
He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.
"What's got you thinking about that?"
"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.
Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.
"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"
Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.
"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."
"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.
Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.
Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?
"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"
"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"
Oh. He was serious.
"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."
"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.
"Mingyu ..."
"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."
Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.
Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.
"Gyu, I-"
"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.
"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.
"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."
The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.
"You've thought about this?"
Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.
"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.
Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.
"Gyu, I-"
"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.
You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about β the Jungkook aspect of it all.
The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.
With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.
"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"
"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."
Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.
"Jungkook-"
"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.
The position made it so that Jungkook was technically sitting behind you. Since you were on Mingyu's lap and sitting sideways on the couch, you were now being sandwiched by both boys. Jungkook still kept a small distance, making you have to turn around in Mingyu's hold to look at him.
While you probably embodied the image of a deer caught in headlights, Mingyu seemed completely relaxed, hands still comfortably on your waist.
"I was actually just catching Y/N up," said Mingyu, an overly cocky tone in his voice as his hands continued to feel up and down your waist.
"Oh? Without me?", chuckled Jungkook, leaning a bit closer.
"What the hell is happening?"
"How much did you tell her?", Jungkook ignored you, staring directly at Mingyu. His eyes would occasionally trail down to Mingyu's hands on your waist, a sour look overtaking his face.
It seemed like you had missed a few chapters in the friendship; there was some unspoken agreement between the two in which you were the main character. While it bothered you to think that they'd discussed you in private, the enigma of it all also excited you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the way in which Mingyu's entire demeanor had become possessive when you brought up dating. The reason didn't matter when you were already beginning to heat up.
"Just caught her up a little on the, uh, situation," said Mingyu with an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, "Did you know she was thinking about dating?", he asked Jungkook, ignoring your presence while still having his hands on you.
Mingyu's hand had made it under your shirt by now, feeling the warm skin of your back.
"Oh? Since when?", he finally turned to you, scooting up a tiny bit more.
Due to his new proximity, you turned your head around, facing Mingyu again. That proved to be a mistake, as Mingyu was even closer to you. Jungkook also took advantage of this, braving a few more inches in closeness and letting his face come closer to your neck. He pushed your hair aside for better access, simply breathing against you as he awaited your answer.
Responding was the hardest thing in the world. Your mind was simply not working at the moment, the situation being far too intimate for you to fully function. On one side you had the huge hunk of a man that was Mingyu, warm hands against the bare skin of your back all while you sat on his leg. On the other, you had the gorgeous embodiment of a boyfriend that was Jungkook, whose fingers were now slowly running up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he nosed at your neck.
You had your two gorgeous best friends giving you the best type of attention all while your brain fizzled with your tipsiness.
"Answer him, baby," murmured Gyu.
"I- I just," you sighed when Jungkook began leaving feather-light kisses on your neck, "just thought about maybe getting b-back in the market? To meet someone and-"
"But you have us?", Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, seemingly unable to understand the platonic nature behind your friendship.
"That's what I said!", added Mingyu.
"But I want a boyfriend, n-not-"
"Boyfriend? Baby ...", Jungkook disconnected from you, grabbing your head to make you twist your neck in order to look at him, "That's just an upgrade. You want a boyfriend? We'll give you two. You don't need to be looking around for some loser," his eyes gradually lowered to your lips as he spoke, breath heavy against them.
"K-Kook, I-"
"Please say yes? Please just ... Let me show you? We can show you together. Right, Gyu?", he murmured, mere inches away from your mouth.
Before you knew it, you were nodding, far too desperate to voice your desire.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had thought of kissing Jungkook before. Being one of the prettiest boys you'd ever seen before, it was hard at first to keep your relationship with him fully platonic, having had to beat down a small crush you had developed on him at an earlier age. His kiss, however, was not something you could've ever predicted.
Even with the awkward angle, and Mingyu's hands still on you, Jungkook gave you the dizziest of kisses. He knew how to get you hooked immediately, starting with a heavy kiss that had you chasing him the moment he pulled away. With a quiet and breathy laugh, he kissed you again, languid and wet in the way his tongue snuck between your lips, seamlessly making its way into your mouth to play with yours.
Shamelessly, you moaned against his lips, hands digging into Mingyu's shoulders as he continued to hold you. The slight awkwardness of making out with Jungkook while giving your back to Mingyu, yet still holding onto him, was present in your mind. However, Jungkook's sensual yet playful way of kissing you took up most of your attention.
But you knew Mingyu to be a whiny mess of a man at times, so you knew it wouldn't be long before he attempted to regain your attention. The evidence was in the way he felt you up all throughout, hands on your breasts as he pinched at your nipples through your shirt, groaning at the feeling of your tits in his hands. Occasionally, his hands would go down to your cunt, ghosting the place where you needed the most attention before making their way back up to your chest.
Pulling you away by the waist, you were forced to separate from Jungkook, eyes still closed as your lips chased his own. This time Jungkook's lips also attempted to regain possession over yours, with his tongue catching a few last nasty licks of your own.
"It's my turn," grumbled Mingyu, making you turn back to him, "You're on my lap but kiss him only? Baby, we're supposed to share you!", he pouted.
Giggling, you got even closer to him, cradling his head in your hands as you lightly pulled at his hair.
You turned to Jungkook one quick last time, "Kookie?"
His eyes lit up at your question, giving you a view of his round eyes as he gave you his full attention.
"Scoot closer, yeah? Put your hands around me," you encouraged him, humming in contentment when he went above and beyond and began to kiss your neck in the process.
Turning back to Mingyu, there was still an ever-so-present pout on his features, making you giggle again before finally kissing his lips.
Now, Mingyu's kiss was completely different from that of Jungkook's.
You had known Mingyu for as much time as you had Jungkook. He had a bit of a reputation when you had first met, being known as a guy who would occasionally sleep around with other idols, and sometimes staff. Now at 26, he had been retired from that era of his life for a while, but you'd be lying if you didn't say he always made you wonder. He always had all the girls swooning, instantly falling in love with his outgoing persona and his incomparable charisma. His looks also did not help matters. Being so handsome and likable, you occasionally fell victim to his charms, sometimes needing to snap yourself out of R rated thoughts you'd have about him on nights you were feeling particularly lonely.
His kiss felt exactly the way he looked. It was rich and insanely hot. Mingyu made love to your mouth, using his tongue in ways you didn't know a man could. He was domineering in the way he kissed you, with a firm hand on your jaw so he could position you in a way that allowed him to kiss you just the way he liked. And he liked it nasty. He liked it wet and filthy and in a way that made you sure you'd cum if he kissed you for a little too long.
You could barely catch up to the situation, having one gorgeous man fucking your mouth with his tongue while the other suckled at the most sensitive spots of your neck. In the meantime, your cunt was gushing with essence, already so extremely wet you were beginning to squirm in Mingyu's hold.
You attempted to pull away once, only to be enticed into kissing Mingyu again as he groaned against you, tongue seducing yours once more. You attempted to pull away twice, having his arms wrap tighter around you. The third time is when you finally succeeded, whining against Mingyu's mouth that you needed more. This caused yet another groan to come out of Mingyu, only to be echoed by Jungkook's own groan against your neck.
They both disconnected from you, looking to each other in a decisive manner, almost as if to formulate a game plan.
"I want her first," said Jungkook, slapping Mingyu's hands away from you and attempting to move you onto his lap.
Mingyu stopped him, holding you tighter against him as he rebutted, "You? She's already on my lap. I should have her first."
"Dude, I'm about to blow up. Just let me fuck her and then you can have her while I recover," be argued, hands fighting Mingyu's off of you.
"Why can't I choose?", you butt in, annoyed.
Their demeanors swiftly changed at your interruption, both pairs of hands now touching either your waist or thighs in an intimate yet caring manner.
"What do you want, pretty? My cock? Hmm?", asked Mingyu with a sweet voice in an attempt to convince you. Meanwhile, Jungkook wordlessly kissed at your neck again, nibbling at your ear and smirking at how you shuddered at the feeling.
"I-", you were already lightheaded again, "I wanna suck your dick, Gyu. Want Kookie to fuck me while I suck your dick," you murmured, hand holding Jungkook's head against your neck to keep his kisses coming.
Mingyu groaned at this, nodding absentmindedly. He began to shift, attempting to get up in order to get himself ready for you, but you stopped him.
"Undress me? Both of you?", you asked in the softest voice you could muster. You wanted both their hands on you at once, feeling your nude body for the first time. You knew their desire for you was already clouding their minds, so you wanted to do everything in your power to relish in every single touch, every look filled with lust they would give you.
Without another word, both boys got up, standing you up with them. Their hands were messy and uncoordinated as they got every garment off you, feeling you up in the process. Your breasts were groped and fondled multiple times in the process, while Jungkook pressed your ass up against him any chance he could, groaning at the slight stimulation.
Finally undressed, you decided to turn around once more, facing Jungkook as you kissed him with no warning. You smirked into his mouth when you felt Mingyu grab you from behind and press your ass up against him, grinding slowly against you. You knew it wasn't enough to get him anywhere, but you enjoyed knowing he was needy enough to use you in such a fruitless way just for a little stimulation.
Meanwhile, your hands went straight to Jungkook's oversized top, hands sneaking underneath to feel up his muscular form, hands harshly rubbing on his strong chest. It seemed Jungkook was overly sensitive to your touch. He whined needy breaths into your mouth as you felt him up. Taking off his shirt, you moaned as you saw the gorgeous figure of your best friend.
God, he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. You couldn't wait until you saw the rest of his pretty body, sculpted by the endless hours of work you knew he always put into the gym. The endless hours in which you had accompanied him to said gym, always having to look away before you started to have inpure thoughts of your best friend.
He helped you in the removing of his pants and boxers, throwing his head back when your hands immediately went to find his cock and play with it. Burying his head in your neck, he groaned against your skin, whining at the feeling of your hands finally wrapped around him after having wanted you for so long.
Behind you, you heard shuffling, assuming Mingyu to have been removing his own clothes as he waited for his turn of your attention to come. You felt badly at leaving him hanging for too long, knowing him to have an overly impatient disposition when he didn't receive attention for extended periods of time.
Playing with Jungkook's cock just for a little longer, you gave him one last kiss before turning around and trapping Mingyu in his own kiss. Unlike with Jungkook, you didn't linger long, opting instead to push him down the large conversation pit β thank god for Jungkook's insanely big mansion β located just a few steps away from the couch where it had all begun. This way you could have all the space you wanted to play with your friends.
Now lying down, Mingyu looked you up and down like you were his next prey, licking his lips at the sight and motioning at you to come sit on him despite knowing that you wanted something else.
"C'mon, baby. Ditch him. Don't you want me instead?," he leaned upwards to try and convince you of sitting on him.
It was hard to deny him with his cock staring up at you in such a challenging manner. He was equally as gorgeous as your other bestie, but in so many different ways. Mingyu was so big and thick and buff, he had you salivating at the mere sight of him. He was so toned yet so thick, and his dick matched perfectly. God, the thought of that monster inside you had your eyes rolling back already. Did he really mean it when he said he'd be yours? That he and Jungkook would share you? The idea of a boyfriend sounded stupid in retrospect.
Despite all your better judgment telling you to jump Mingyu and let him impale you with his cock right then and there, you knew that starting off with Jungkook would give you a better buildup. You also knew that based on Jungkook's competitive personality, he'd become even whinier than Mingyu if you didn't let him take care of you first.
Fully determined, you turned back to Jungkook, who had been standing there in a trance, now having a better view of your body and keeping his eyes religiously glued to it. You grabbed onto him and walked yourself back to the large conversation pit, eyes glued to Jungkook's in a seductive manner as you guided him to the area in which Mingyu was already lying down. In only a few seconds, you let go of Jungkook and positioned yourself in front of Mingyu at an eye level with his cock while he sat up and looked down at you with a pained look in his eyes. In all fours, your back faced Jungkook, hinting at him to get behind you so that you could finally get back to business.
With a groan, Jungkook knelt behind you, needy hands feeling the curve of your back as he pushed you up against him. In the meantime, you began softly playing with Mingyu's cock, making him throw his head back at finally receiving some attention where he'd been craving it for so long.
"You're so pretty, fuck ... No one deserves you, baby. Too fucking pretty n perfect n fuck ... Can I fuck you now, pretty? Hmm? Let me have this pretty pussy while you suck off your bestie," rambled Jungkook from behind you, head lowered so he could kiss at your hips.
You whined and pushed up your ass against him, giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, when suddenly he stopped.
"Fuck, wait. Condom?", he asked, making Mingyu groan, as you were about to engulf him in your mouth but also halted your movements to tend to Jungkook's question.
"It's okay, Kookie. The company put me on some new birth control. You can fuck me raw," you smirked up at Mingyu, giggling at yet another groan of his.
"He gets you raw? Baby, I'm the one who started all this! How's that fair?", he huffed.
Taking a quick separation from Jungkook, you gestured for Mingyu to lean down so he could meet you halfway. With a wet kiss, you made your way to his ear and whispered against it.
"I'm saving you for last, baby. Gonna ride you til I cry ... Now be good and cum in my mouth?"
He groaned so loudly his entire body vibrated under you as you crawled your way back to your previous position. Jungkook simply laughed at the interaction.
Feeling you up once more, Jungkook finally grabbed onto his cock and lined himself up, groaning at the gushing wetness that coated his cock as he entered you. Your own moan was masked by Mingyu's cock, which you were currently working into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck ... It's so tight, baby ... It's so fuckin' warm n tight n so pretty, baby. Such a pretty cunt," babbled Jungkook, immediately pussydrunk.
Could he be blamed? He had wanted you for years. From the moment he met you, he cursed at himself for being so damn shy and initiating a friendship with you rather than showing you his interest. His members constantly teased him over it, even so many years into his crush. When he first found out Mingyu also had similar ideas in mind, he felt conflicted. But he ultimately grew close enough to the two of you to the point where he wouldn't mind sharing you with his bestest of friends.
Your muffled moans completely took him out of it, taking away any ability to think or speak. He simply chased after you with his hips, canting them against your own as you pushed back against him.
"Is it good, pretty? Like my cock?" he winced at the way you tightened any time he'd speak to you.
"So good, Kookie. So big ...," you pulled away from Mingyu to breathe before going back to licking and sucking at his tip, moaning against him as his eyes rolled back.
You were practically centipede in Jungkook's living room, with Mingyu lying on his back as you gagged on his cock and Jungkook pounding into you from behind. All your senses were overtaken by the mindless quest for pleasure you had all taken on.
"You're so good with your mouth, pretty ... Fuck, look so pretty stuffed of cock," Mingyu gasped, throwing his head back, "Like how he fucks you, baby? Just wait til I get to you ... Gonna stuff that pretty pussy so good ..."
You moaned against his cock, already thirsty for him even as Jungkook continued to ram into you. Pushing your ass back against him, you felt Jungkook's nails dig into the skin of your hips, adoring how malleable you were for him.
"Baby ... 'm gonna cum soon ... Feels so fucking good, pretty. You're so fucking g-good for me. Wanted you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea ..." murmured Jungkook as he entered his high, hips lacking any control in their movements.
Jungkook had always been the most sensible of the bunch, never holding back from expressing how strongly he felt for the people in his life. The pleasure must've been so much that it made him unfiltered in revealing the undeniable effect you had on him.
"W-where do I cum? Fuck, gonna fucking cum, it's so good, baby. Take it so good for me, shit ..."
You were too busy gagging on cock to respond right away, so you had to take a minute to pull away and catch your breath, replacing your mouth with your hand while also holding yourself up with the other one.
"Inside? Cum inside, Kookie. I'll- I'll cum too," you were breathless, barely able to get the words out as a petulant Mingyu whined at you to help him finish, hands going behind your head and lightly encouraging you to get your mouth back on him.
"Inside? Fuck, okay, baby. Gonna fill you up, yeah?", he groaned, muttering to himself right afterwards, "Fucking finally ..."
His hips sped up drastically as his high approached, making you choke around Mingyu not just due to his girth, but due to the intense ramming against your ass. Though harsh and with an unmatchable energy, you continued to try and push your hips back toward his own, wanting to milk him dry as your own high invaded your senses.
His desperation for you made you feel so incredibly good, like you were the prettiest girl to ever exist. It made you arch your back a little deeper, take a little more of Gyu's cock, dig your nails a little harsher into the cushion of the conversation pit. You heightened all your actions just to feel him a little more.
And then it reached its crescendo. All while Jungkook whimpered and cried at how sensitive he felt at your tightening walls, Mingyu also found his own high. You were too distracted with your own orgasm to acknowledge him asking you for permission to cum in your mouth, instead suctioning more intensely to wordlessly give him an enthusiastic yes, please fill up my mouth with your cum.
By the time Mingyu filled up your mouth, Jungkook had already finished his high, now kneeling behind you as he peppered kisses all over your back and hips, whispering against you how good you had been for him and how pretty you looked with his cum leaking out of you. Fully drunk on the aftermath of his high, Jungkook loved on you like any lover would.
In the meantime, you attempted to swallow every bit of Mingyu's essence, moaning against his cock afterwards as you licked at every lone drop that made it out of your mouth.
By the end of it, you were all completely spent. Each of you dropped one by one, with Jungkook lying on his back as he caught his breath, you falling onto Mingyu, and Mingyu attempting to pull you up to climb his body so that he could kiss you again.
With the very little energy you had regained, you crawled up Mingyu's body, making out with him as he attempted to lick his way into your mouth in order to taste himself in your mouth. Kissing evolved into feeling each other up, which then became grinding your now sensitive pelvises against each other. Surprisingly, Mingyu was still half-hard, which gave you the perfect surface to grind your cunt into. He sat up, making you sit up with him before beginning to leave kisses on the side of your neck.
"Baby? Gonna ride me like you said, right? Just .. Fuck, want that pretty pussy, baby. It's my turn to have that tiny little cunt wrapped around me, yeah?", he murmured between kisses.
You gave in to him easily, gasping at every word that accompanied every kiss.
Nodding mindlessly, you almost forgot to think back to Jungkook, who was probably still recovering from his orgasm.
"W-what about Kookie?," you mumbled when Mingyu began positioning you above his cock.
"Don't worry about me, pretty. Just enjoying the view", you turned back to see Jungkook lying back on his elbows, one hand on his semi-flacid cock as he began to work himself up at the sight of you sitting on your best friend.
Well, that worked well enough for you.
"Now pay attention to me, princess. Been ignoring me all day today," Mingyu grabbed onto your chin to make you look at him, thumb softly rubbing at your chin as he tilted your head back.
You were insanely wet by now, not only from your orgasm but also from just Mingyu's mere presence. Knowing how intense and touchy Mingyu always was in PG scenarios, you couldn't help your eyes rolling back at the thought of him between the sheets. His heavy cock on your tongue had been enough of a taste to know how good it'd feel when finally inside you.
His strong hands lifted you up a bit, rescuing his dick from under you as he helped you position it under you, holding tightly onto your hips when you began to lower yourself down. You would've moaned and whined at the immense stretch, but Mingyu had different plans for your mouth. His thick fingers slipped into your mouth, making you gag a bit before you began sucking on them.
Too many things were on your mind, with all your senses being invaded by Mingyu β though also accompanied by Jungkook's low moans of pleasure behind you. Even as your body was bouncing against Mingyu's, attempting to match his thrusts, your head was completely empty of any thought. All you could think about was Mingyu, and his cock, and his fingers, and his pretty body, and and and-
"Feel good, princess? Love my cock, hmm? Tell me how much you like my cock, angel," he groaned as he took his fingers out of your mouth, using the wet fingertips to tweak at your nipple as his mouth engulfed the opposite one.
"So much ... It's so big. Fuck, Gyu, you're s-so big ..."
Barely able to formulate words, you cried as Mingyu helped you bounce on him, occasionally opting to grind in a way that made your clit get the perfect stimulation. It all felt too good. Mingyu's gigantic hands on your body while his lips suckled on your tits as Jungkook groaned so prettily behind you. You were far too sensitive and alert to hold back from the life-altering orgasm that was to come. So, you voiced this concern to Mingyu.
His response came in the form of flipping you around and trapping you underneath him. His big hands held onto your waist, lifting you a bit so he could angle himself just right. Eyes rolling back and nails digging onto the bed, you lost yourself in him. Jungkook seemed to be completely lost to pleasure also. You could finally see him after Mingyu flipped you over, and fuck ... He looked so desperate, so depraved in the way he hammered into his cock, mouth permanently agape as he let out little praises to you.
"I need you to cum for me, okay, princess? Show Jungkook how good I make you feel. Need you to milk me dry, yeah? Can you do that for me?", he dumbly talked down at you with a tone that could only be seen as patronizing in any other context. But here, you loved it. You loved how dumbly he treated you. Because it was true. You could not think, you could not speak. Your senses were all gone and replaced by a constant stream of cock cock cock as Mingyu finally made you reach your orgasm.
Mingyu played with you through the entirety of your orgasm, rubbing at your clit with one hand while holding you with the other, his lips constantly attached to your tits.
"G-gyu, I- fuck! C-cumming! Please, I-" you had no idea what you were begging for as your orgasm completely took over, making you tighten around Mingyu as he mumbled into your chest, letting you know of his own impending high.
Despite having already had an equally fulfilling orgasm, this second one brought out a new sensitivity in you. Falling under Mingyu, you whimpered at the way he flipped you over again to lay on his chest, caressing your back and pressed you up against him, even more when Jungkook laid beside you and softly ran his hands through your hair.
The three of you laid there together, with you halfway laying on Mingyu while Jungkook laid on the opposite side of you, cuddling into you. Behind you, you could feel Jungkook's flacid member, meaning he had also reached a second high along with you and Mingyu. Lying there together, completely sober now, you eventually let sleep take over you, nuzzling into both boys in a satisfied manner.
A few days passed by since your encounter with the 97s. They were pretty eventful as far as your job went, attending a few photoshoots and practicing constantly for whatever new activity was coming up for your group. However, things between you and your friends had remained stagnant. You didn't think they had ghosted you or anything like that, but the timing of your busy schedules picking up right after breaking your platonic relationship did make you anxious.
When you'd woken up that next day, Mingyu was gone, having left one of the packs of ramen cooked and ready for you with a note attached detailing how much he enjoyed last night, saying he had wanted to stay and say goodbye but had a a schedule that had been calling for him. It was signed with his name and a little heart.
Jungkook had been half-awake already, having carried you to his bed when he had woken up, right after Mingyu's departure. You had wanted to talk about last night, but also had a schedule over at the company, so you left after cuddling with a sleepy Jungkook for a short while, not really discussing anything, yet sharing a sweet kiss as a goodbye for the day.
And so you hadn't really seen them since then. It was the unfortunate reality of idol life. That night had been the first in a few weeks in which you'd even been able to see each other. You were unsure when the next one would come, but you needed it to be soon. The remembrance of that night kept messing with your head, especially any time you'd see either of your friends in passing at the Hybe building, never being free long enough for a worthy interaction.
On the fourth night since the incident, you finally had more time off for yourself, hoping maybe they did too. Mingyu got ahead of you in that aspect, texting you the previous night, somehow aware of your time off, and asking you over. There was no deeper interpretation to be had in his message, as it was pretty straightforward. Nervous as to whether to expect a repeat of last time or a conversation about it, you let him know you'd be there.
Jungkook and Mingyu had always been closer to each other than to you. Going out together was always easier for them since no scandalous rumors would arise from it. They were also often in the same friend groups, knowing more male idols than you did due to the nature of the industry. It was easy for you to assume that they had already spoken about what had happened, even before it happened. Throughout the night, they kept referencing some type of agreement they'd had regarding you and dating. It was hard to assume, but you wondered if they meant sharing you β as strange as it sounded.
Your questions would only be answered tonight, leading you to some anxiety before finally arriving to Mingyu's.
~
"I missed you," were Mingyu's first words when he welcomed you, trapping you in a warm hug as he usually did. Hugging Mingyu was, in your opinion, one of your life's greatest privileges. He was so big and strong, it always felt like being completely engulfed in the safest of spaces.
His hug was followed by one of Jungkook's, less tight in nature but just as rewarding. He held onto your waist and nuzzled against you, always attempting to bury himself in whoever he held in his arms.
Quietly, they guided you to Mingyu's living room, slightly smaller than Jungkook's but still very much reminiscent of a millionaire's home.
You looked over to the coffee table, tilting your head in confusion at the presence of cans of diet soda rather than the usual alcohol Mingyu would always provide. Sensing your confusion, Mingyu chuckled.
"No alcohol today. Thought you might wanna talk about what happened," he sat down on the couch, patting the empty space next to him so you'd join him. Behind to you, Jungkook joined, sitting on a lone seat facing you and Mingyu. No matter where you looked, the two boys would be in front of you.
"We've been keeping you in the dark, huh?," pondered Jungkook, handing you a freshly opened can of soda, "Sorry about that. No easy way to tell your best friend you're into her."
Oh. He was going straight to the point.
"I like you, if that wasn't clear already," he let out a breathless chuckle, attempting to hold eye contact but failing.
He was much better at this when he was working his way into your pants.
"And so do I," interrupted Mingyu.
Wait.
"Are you-"
"We both like you."
"I- Have you talked about this?"
"Uh, it's come up, yeah," Mingyu scratched the back of his neck.
"I don't really know what to say ..."
"We just ... You had fun the other night, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was great," you took a breath, "but we're friends. Right?"
You weren't sure if you were being rational or not. Did you like Mingyu and Jungkook? Sure. But together? At the same time? You had never considered such type of relationship.
"We- we don't have to be just friends," added Jungkook, not much confidence in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again, "We like you, and we know that you like us back. Maybe not in the same way, but you do. That night would've gone very differently if you didn't."
You could've lied. You could've lied and left it off as an amazing one night stand with your two best friends. But the thought of never feeling what you felt that night ever again was not something you wanted to risk. It wasn't just about the pleasure. You had meant what you said that night; you wanted a stable relationship. You wanted someone to call a best friend, but be more than that. Someone to hold you at night. The three of you had always been glued by the hip, but you had never really thought of what it'd be like to take the next step β to have them be that person (or those people).
There were just too many questions in your head. Would this change your relationship negatively? Would they actually want to share you? Would this go anywhere?
You opted for answering Jungkook's question with another question.
"Are you okay with both of you liking me?"
They looked at each other for a moment before Mingyu ultimately answered.
"We've discussed it," he started, "When we first realized we both liked you, it did cause some tension. But the closer we got to you, the more we realized that we just wanted to be with you. Whether as friends or as more, we just wanted you."
You gulped at the confession, feeling your face heating up all of the sudden.
"I- I don't know what to say, I- I like you too. Both of you. I always thought that it was just as friends, but ... there'd be moments where I'd wonder. And after that night, I just-"
Jungkook leaned forwards, grabbing onto your hands. He smiled, ignoring most of your words and paying attention to what he cared about the most β you liked him.
"You like me back? Us? Do you- We could treat you so right. I- I've wanted you since we met. I've liked you for so long and ... Not just for sex. We could be more," his words were slightly frantic in nature, almost as if he wanted to sell something to you.
He didn't need any selling. You liked him. It became more and more glaring by the minute.
"Nothing has to change. We've been friends for this long. Just ... That guy you're looking for? To settle down with? That could be us," added Mingyu, placing a palm on your thigh for reassurance.
"What happens if I say yes?"
Mingyu's eyes grew dark.
"Do you want the PG version?"
You shook your head, mouth agape as you looked to Mingyu.
His face lit up as he leaned closer and closer to you, lips approaching the sensitive spots he had discovered on your neck just a few days ago. Stopping for just one moment, he looked to Jungkook to gesture he sit opposite of you, making you become sandwiched by both men yet again.
Now with both boys kissing down your neck, you allowed your head to rest against the back of the couch, attempting to fight the shudders escaping your body at the sensation.
"As our girlfriend ... we'd take you on dates," Mingyu sucked at a particularly sensitive spot, licking at it afterwards, "buy you pretty gifts, keep you warm at night," he took a pause, licking up the length of your neck, "take care of you every day."
Jungkook continued from where Mingyu left off, leaving soft whispers of kisses under your ear, "We share you. We take you home, cook for you, protect you," he nipped at your lobe, "We love you like no one else could ever imagine."
By now, you were gone. Through their whispered promises, their hands had decided to intrude your space yet again. Jungkook's had found a home between your legs, running up your skirt and gracing at your cunt, but only enough to have you puffing out breaths of desire. Mingyu's had migrated upwards, lowering the straps of your dress and liberating your breasts, hands needy as they pulled and tweaked at your nipples.
"What do you say, princess?", Mingyu pulled away, lips reaching your own, "Wanna have two boyfriends?", he pecked at your lips sensually.
"Mhmm ...", you nodded pathetically, not trusting your voice.
Jungkook groaned at your answer, hand finally slipping inside your panties, "Good girl ..."
"Fuck, gonna treat you so good, gorgeous," said Mingyu, continuing to kiss at your lips tongue seeking your own.
His lips trailed down to your breasts, sensually licking at your nipples, gradually giving them more and more attention. By the end of it, you were crying at the sensitivity.
Jungkook continued to play with your cunt, driving his fingers through your folds at a rhythmic pace that made your hips take a mind of their own, grinding upwards with a complete lack of coordination.
You were so focused on Jungkook's fingers that you didn't notice Mingyu making his way down your body, now kneeling between your legs as his lips made their way up your thighs, marking them to his heart's contentment.
"So fucking pretty ... Been wanting your pretty thighs around my head for years, princess ...", he mumbled to himself, nosing his way towards your cunt. When he finally arrived, he nudged Jungkook's finger's away, sticking his nose against your cunt as he took a shameless whiff of your scent, groaning gruttaly against you.
"So good ... Fuck, need this pretty cunt so bad. Can I have it, baby? Hmm? Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy?" he asked between depraved licks of your cunt through your panties.
Hiccuping back a sob, you nodded, opening your legs wider as you took a hold of Jungkook's hand for support.
Needing no further confirmation, Mingyu went straight into your cunt, ignoring the obstacle of your panties by pushing them aside. In the meantime, Jungkook's hand went to your chin, turning your whiny lips to his own and giving you a languid kiss. His tongue played with your own, taking advantage of your constant cries of pleasure to suck at your tongue and bite your lips as much as he desired.
Your hands went from holding onto Jungkook for support to his pants, undoing the drawstring as he continued to kiss you. With shaky hands, you snuck your hands in, pulling out his hardened cock as you began to jerk it in your hand. Now you were even; equally pathetic cries being released into each other's mouths as you both chased your highs.
Beneath you, you almost missed the way Mingyu's hips began humping against the couch, groans being released into your cunt due to the stimulation. You were far too distraed by kissing Jungkook, but Mingyu's eyes were rolled all the way back as his hips became uncontrollable, cumming in his boxers just moments before he licked you to completion.
Even as you came, Mingyu's lips didn't leave your cunt, just as yours stayed on Jungkook's. The room was a mess of wet sounds of tongues as Mingyu finally separated himself from you to take a breath.
"Prettiest fucking cunt," he mumbled to himself as he let himself lay on the floor of his living room in exhaustion.
"C-cum! 'm gonna cum ...", Jungkook managed to mumble against your lips, attempting to pull back but being enticed by your lips to continue kissing. Your hands sped up at his warning, warning his pretty seed to coat your hands as he reached his nirvana.
With a last groan, Jungkook froze against you while riding his high, hips pathetic in their movements against your hand. Bringing up your hand to your lips, you made a show of licking the remnants of cum, grinning when you beard a unison of groans from both boys.
Out of breath, Jungkook leaned against you, cuddling into you with a satisfied yet smile.
"So, was that a yes?"
Mingyu made his way to the couch again, taking up the last bit of personal space you had.
You chuckled.
"Yes. That was a yes."
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sneak peak:
"Fuck, missed you so much. You have no idea," whispered Jungkook against your neck.
After having cornered you in one of Hybe's many endless hallways, Jungkook had grabbed you by the hand and led you to an empty changing room, pushing you up against the door and burying his face in your neck. It was mostly innocent, sans the feathery kisses down your neck. His hands were still in appropriate places.
"I was only gone for a month," you giggled against him.
"A month too long. Do you know how annoying Mingyu gets when you're not around? Jesus Christ," he groaned in mock annoyance, refusing to separate from your neck.
Breathing you in, he hummed, arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you.
"Where is he, by the way?"
"What, not enough attention from one of your boyfriends?", he softly bit at your neck in defiance, licking at the mark he left when you jumped in surprise.
"No! Just ... Missed seeing you two together."
After only a month of entering a romantic relationship, you were embarrassed to admit, but you had become quite needy, always wanting them around. This had led to a few problems within your company, which was blissfully unaware of your three-way relationship, but still had to deal with how much closer you had gotten β especially in public. There had been a few more rumors as of late, though none actually traced back to anything credible.
"He's at the gym. Should be here any minute, though, since he knows you're back."
"Hmm," you hummed, disconnecting him from your neck despite his complaints, "Wanna start without him?" you grinned.
With a boyish nod and a peak of his bunny teeth, the pretty boy agreed, dragging you over to one of the empty couches in the room.
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β౨ৠTHE WORDS YOU WHISPER - kth α°.α
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summary: a list of things taehyung says to you in bed
notes: a little something while i continue working on my wip :) (also thinking about turning this into a series and doing this for the other members too so lmk what you think abt that!)
word count: 180
genre: smut
pairing: taehyung x reader
warnings/tags: nsfw
βyou look so pretty like thisβ¦β as he stares at you breathlessly
βlet go for meβ
βjust relax and let me take care of you, yeah?β
βfuckβ¦donβt stop..β
a broken, shaky, moaned out βjagiyaβ¦β
βkeep going like thatβ
βyou feel so fucking goodβ¦β
βkeep making those sounds for me..β
βis this okay?β
βkeep doing that and i wonβt be able to hold myself backβ
βi canβtβ βyes you canβ
βthat feel okay..?β
βstop squirming.β before he pins your hips down to the bed while ruining you in between your legs
βwanna make you feel good..β
βis it bad that i want you all to myself..?β
βlook at me..β
βi donβt want you to think about anything else but meβ
βuse your wordsβ
βf-fuuuckβ¦β
βyouβre so fucking perfectβ¦β
βtell me how to touch youβ
β..pleaseβ¦β
βfuck.. do you have any idea how beautiful you look beneath me/on top of me..?β
βi want youβ¦β
βyouβre doing so good for meβ
βi need youβ¦β
βlay down for me..β
βtouch meβ¦β
βtell me what you needβ
βkiss meβ¦β
βdonβt hold backβ
βi love you.β
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ΰ³ βπΒ Super Sonico
loser!minnie who can't stop thinking about his stepmom!reader. his only way of showing his affection to her is when they cook together.
he just loves the way your apron squeezes your tits together and the way you taste everything with your fingers, moaning when it's so good you just have to direct the tip of your index to his lips.
"what do you think?" you tease, he knows, but he can't. you're such a slut, what did his father saw in you? why does he want it too?
okay i don't write stepcest (and it'll remain like this) but since it's you... and you make everything sounds so hot... i will post it π dont mind me
warning: stepcest
loser!minnie def has a phase where he's really really into milfs lmfao, like yk when virgin boys think moms are so much better than girls their age because they're more experienced... π yeah, that's him.
so like imagine how he feels when his father gets into a relationship with a young woman, approximatively in her late 30s, still kinda old compared to jimin... his mind is never straight, he always has really nasty thoughts, he just can't help it.
you don't think about him this way of course. you love his father and you're loyal to him β to your family. and anyway, dating a young man like jimin wouldn't cross your mind tbh.
but jimin can dream, and oh boy- does he dream a lot. bending you over the kitchen counter, sneaking into the shower with you, fucking you in the back of your car... sucking on your nipples, smearing the frosting you're making onto them...
you just think jimin is shy and that's why he's always blushing when cooking with you, but little do you know, he's thinking about you in really dirty ways that make his cock very, very stiff.
βΛβ’ AFTER MIDNIGHT.
looking for venus and separated from your so-called friends, your husband taehyung wishes you'd come home on time.
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youβll be the death of him. heβs absolutely certain of it. heΒ alreadyΒ has reservations about you going out for a βnight on the townβ because youΒ insist on grouping up with your mindless coworkers, but this entire ordeal solidifies for him that heΒ does not likeΒ the friends youβve found at your new interim job.Β
theyβreΒ notΒ good friends. significantly younger than you and much less responsible, heβs happy youβre making friends, but he wishes it wasnβt with them. it shows very clearly in their behavior, their interests, and their complete disregard for the safety of both themselves and you. and taehyung understands. of course, he understands. you want friends and he wants you to have them as well, but not with people like them, no. not friends that allow you to drunkenly wander off and have the audacity to let the words βi donβt knowβ slip so casually from their lips when your husband calls frantically asking where you are and why you wonβt pick up your phone. the two of you are new to this area and for some reason, taehyung can tell this move in particular weighs more heavily on you. itβs one of many but perhaps one too many. you sacrifice everything you know just to be with him and make your marriage function well without unbearable distance at play. although his work is successful, it does mean a lot of traveling for you both. a lot of traveling usually ends in a lot of moving and relocation. heβs already riddled with a pang of awful, unshakeable guilt as you both have, for the fourth time now, moved away in compliance with his job, forced to start all over again, but now he worries that this time, youβre not adjusting as well as you did previously. because taehyung seems to only get better at his job and he continues to receive promotion after promotion, rising through the ranks of the company heβs been with for years now with relative ease. it doesnβt come without consequence, though; successΒ isnβt earned without sacrifice. it means he spends a grand amount of time submerged in his work. it means youβre always making new connections so you donβt have to be so alone, always carving out spaces for yourself to belong in the center of newness, only to abandon those efforts and move away with him again despite finally settling in. he can reason why you arenβt as picky about your friendship decisions as heβd like you to be. he tries to keep it all in mind. but these girls you call your new friends, theyβre young, senseless, and they quite simply prioritize their pleasure over their principles. he knows this because heβs currently calling you for the twentieth time seething. itβs now going on half past midnight, but youβve yet to stumble through the door or send any informative message regarding your whereabouts. to make matters worse, youβre onlyΒ nowΒ answering his repeated calls and attempts to contact you. βoh my god,Β finally.β he gripes when you answer. frustration fills every layer of his voice. βangel, itβs after midnight. where the hell are you right now?β on the other side of the call, heβs greeted by your amused giggle. βhello to you, too, baby.β βangel,β he snaps in frustration. βitβs not funny. where are you? i talked to your so-called βfriendsβ and they have not a single clue where you are. did you know that? and know what else? your location is nowhereΒ near where they saidΒ theyΒ are.β you sigh in his ear. βmβjust looking for stars, wandering around this very lavish neighborhood.β and he knows. he already knew before you told him. he already knew before he calledΒ them exactly what you were doing. you and this god-awful habit of picking up your feet and letting them guide you wherever your curiosity is piqued is your personal brand. βwe shouldβve moved here.β you mumble. this is what you doΒ so frequently, but it doesnβt stop the stress or the worry that always instantly bubbles up within him when it comes out of your mouth. βyouβre wandering around the streets alone at midnight?!β his voice raises, incredulous. heβs in complete disbelief. βwhat happened to our mutual curfew? iβd like to remind you that this isΒ exactly whyΒ we have this curfew, angel.β
yes, you both agree to keep the aimless explorations to a minimum. you both agree to be home together by a certain time each day. he agrees not to work past midnight. you agree not to walk around in the middle of nowhere past midnight. for some reason, only one of you is keeping their end of the agreement and it certainly isnβt you.Β he hears you grumbling on the other line, static clinging to his ears as you shuffle your phone around. the noise is discomforting, but thereβs nothing thatβll make him hang up this phone. itβs quite evident heβs now responsible for bringing you home safely even though they were supposed to do so. they abandoned the task without even making you aware. they simply forget about you and enjoy their night out. awful, horrible friends he never wants to hear you say youβre going out with again.Β thatβs why he stayed up, why he waited. he knows he canβt trust them with you. not with you, not his precious angel. and you? god, youβre so full of all this love you endlessly funnel into stars and novelty and the hearts of others. all your eternally blooming tenderness. your softness is his favorite aspect of you, but youβreΒ so damn forgiving β tooΒ forgiving β too good-natured to the point of naivety. you believe in so much wonder; you witness so much beauty. itβs hard for you not to look at others with the same fond and curious eyes. youβre warm-hearted, but you accept even the most unacceptable characteristics sometimes. your heart is made of honey and it shows in how willing you are to embrace even the worst in others. you always want to and choose to see the greatest attributes, highlighting and clinging to those even when it comes to your detriment.Β itΒ terrifiesΒ him, of course. he fears if he doesnβt keep a tight grasp on you, youβre liable to wander straight into the core of a danger he canβt save you from, quite happily and ignorantly at that. itβs the avid explorer in you, searching for acolytes in the form of astral advancement. everything is always discovery and possibility with you, never caution and peril. but itβs also how heβs come to love you more than anything else that dares to exist. because heβs spent so long keeping his eyes on you, watching your back, gripping your shoulders to catch your clumsy steps, taking care of you. being your safety net because heβs found that, over time, youβre the most precious thing he could ever be tasked with protecting. heβs spent all these years with you keeping you standing steady by his side. taehyung will never willingly allow any harm to come to you, not then, not now, and not ever. he lets you roam freely but he always follows shortly behind because if he lets you, youβll go as far as your legs will allow. itβs been like this since high school, being adored by your humble shadow closing in on your every move. βoh,β he hears your murmur into the phone. βitΒ isΒ after midnight.β βyes,β taehyung emphasizes. βitβsΒ after midnight, angel. youβre notΒ here. youβre not with those girls. iβve been fuckingΒ terrified. your location is fifteen minutes from them. how did that happen, baby? how?β βiβ¦donβt know.β your voice is sheepish and surprised as if itβs only just dawning on you what youβre doing. βi was looking for constellations. but itβs so bright out here. and then i was just walking. i thought maybe i could catch a glimpse of venus in the sky from a darker area. itβs supposed to be visible tonight.β despite all his anger and concern, your revelation makes him melt inside. you really are his supernova girl. always staring at the sky and labeling star patterns with relentless intrigue, always pointing to the plethora of twinkles and detailing all the marvels heβs missing in all his own ignorance of their beauty. thatβs why he works as hard as he does. astronomy, star exploration, star gazing, and planetary admiration β thatβs all you care about at your core, aside from loving him.
itβs the totality of your passion and you need big telescopes for that kind of hobby with all kinds of unique attachments. he knows if you could, you would stay curled up on the balcony with one of your many, incredibly expensive telescopes, asking him if he sees the things you see for the rest of your days. heβd stay there with you. very happily. very willingly. with nothing else but his love, attention, and proximity to offer. he never does see those things like you, no. theyβre merely bright little blips to him. he can never make out anything to distinguish them from one another, the distinctions forever lost on him, yet he always saysΒ yesΒ and exaggerates how beautiful he believes all your findings to be. itβs because he loves the sight of you adoring. itβs all because your excitement shimmers in your eyes and you stare at the sky so fondly, your voice breathy withΒ loveΒ as you explain how awestruck you feel about all that youβre able to observe in that infinite abysm above you. he isnβt surprised in the slightest that you managed to drunkenly wander away, entranced and guided by a path of brilliant, hot-blooded clusters of light. the frequency with which you leave him deeply concerned for your well-being just angers him. βdid you see it?β he asks, voice softening and adoration taking the place of his previous harshness. he saunters toward the door, ready now. he grabs his keys with his phone still glued to his ear. heβll keep you on this phone until he has you in his arms. if the call disconnects, kim taehyung is most assuredly going to have a conniption. βi did not.β you sadly inform him. βi forgot how much i dislike the city. so many artificial lights. they drown out all my favorite stars and planets.β the corner of his lips quirk. ever the countryside cutie. his work carries you to suburbs and the center of capital cities, but periodically you like to remind him that he can take you out of the country but he canβt take it out of you both. he knows youβll follow him anywhere, though, so when you complain about missing the quiet, eternal sleepiness of your hometown, all he can do is smile.
κ° you miss it for the view, but you practically begged him to take you with him out of that empty, nearly lifeless place. κ± it was drowning you in all its stillness, because you think youβre a planet, too, and you feel soΒ smotheredΒ when unable to spin on your own axis or follow your own orbit. and he loves you so much heβll take youΒ anywhereΒ as long as you want to go. he loves you so much heΒ needsΒ you to have all the room you require to aimlessly drift around in your little trichiliocosm for as long as you feel like. weightless. βbeing in the city is more exciting, yeah?β he asks as he slides into his car. βyou say you donβt like it, but youβre alwaysΒ dragging me to things on my time off.β an insulted scoff. βi didnβt say the city was without its own excitements, just that i, personally, dislike how bright it is because it blocks my preferred view. i think thatβs how i made it to this neighborhood, though. no lights here, really. the view is better. why didnβt we look into moving here?β
o god, his heart races in his chest. no lights? anyone can take you and theyβll be none the wiser. he keeps the call connected to this car so he can hear your voice while he drives and continuously verifies youβre safe until he makes it to you. he follows the gps directions of your pinned coordinates, praying that time will show him mercy and leave you untouched. he canβt believe youβre casually rambling around in the near-dead of the night β drunk β utterly vulnerable, and alone. not a care in your world, only celestial spheres and globular clusters on your mind.
so typical of you, so terrifying for him. βare you unhappy where we are, baby?β he asks, trying to swallow down his expanding fears.. he continues to prompt you with questions simply for the response, simply to know that youβre still on the other side, but it is a genuine inquiry. he wants to know if this move, in particular, is harder than the others. is the instability of it all getting to you? βiβll neverΒ be unhappy if weβre together.β your voice is a delicate declaration coated in finality and genuine sentiment. it makes his stomach flutter wildly. itβs alarming how you still do this to him after all this time. he canβt deny the relief he feels to hear you say it, to hear you confirm you donβt regret choosing a life of following by his side. βweβll always be together.β he promises. βthe severity of which youβre stuck with me might seem like imprisonment to anyone else.β this makes you laugh, the dulcet sound he regards as a blessing. itβs one of his favorite things heβll ever hear, your amusement. your giggle. your projections of pleasure in any fraction. itβs undeniably true that youβre, by far, his favorite thing to love. a soft confession. βi donβt mind being stuck with you.β βi wish you didnβt mind coming home on time.β he counters in an equally softened grumble. βno more going out with those girls. they donβt even know where you are right now and theyβre not looking for you, baby, just so youβre well aware of why iβve been panic-calling you for the last forty minutes.β you whine. βtheyβre my only friends here so far.β βand theyβre content with allowing any old thing to happen to you. thatβs not going to work for me, as your husband, and the man with strong stock invested in your existence. youΒ being left to recklessly run along on your own like thisΒ directly conflicts with my desire for your safety to be maintained at all times. you know i adore you, angel, but you also know youβre a flight risk. you need safer people in your circle, not enablers.β he turns into the neighborhood youβre said to be walking around in, clenched muscles finally releasing. he feels himself start to relax knowing heβs close to you and soon heβll have you engulfed in his arms as you shouldΒ alreadyΒ be. he regrets letting you go out without more of a protest. he should have just gone, too. he knew they wouldnβt keep an eye on you and watch you well. βhoney, thatβsΒ mean.β you groan. βiΒ amΒ safe. you donβt trust me to take care of myself?β he laughs at the sheer absurdity of your question. βnot even a little bit, angel. itβs almost one am and iβm picking you up from an area you probably canβt even tell me the name of.β βwell, what does that even matter?Β iβmΒ fine!β he sees you then, stomping your foot on the corner of the cobblestone sidewalk like the brat that youβve become because he lets you get away with everything, because you have him so completely tangled and wrapped around your finger. you have him preoccupied with mapping out a galaxy of constellations in the form of kisses along your body. he has to tighten his grip. he has to stop letting you talk him out of his frustration and into giving you whatever you desire.
κ° he knows he probably wonβt because he loves the way you cling to him when you get your way and he likes having you so close youβre both sharing breaths. so of course youβll more than likelyΒ alwaysΒ have your way when heβs involved. κ±
when he gets close enough, he puts the car in park instantly and unbuckles himself, tumbling out with haste to come to you. thereβs no more anger, only gratitude to find you. he feels so goddamn grateful you arenβt hurt. βoh my god,Β baby.β he breathes, arms wrapping around you tightly when he sees you, an avalanche of relieved kisses falling over the crown of your head falling over you. βi was so worried about you. donβt youΒ everΒ do this again.Β ever.β
he canβt let you go. he squeezes you tightly, holding you to his chest where he knows youβre safest, where he knows youβre loved because itβs the same place his mountain of devotion for you stands. something inside told himΒ to wait up for you, wait until he come strolling through the door, singing your most ardently to alert him. your arms slide around his torso, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you nuzzle your nose into the space between his neck and collarbone. taehyung clings to you tighter; he needs to feel you more than ever. βyou scared me to fucking death.β his voice is overflowing with all of his accumulated concern despite being a near-whisper. βi canβt believe you got this far this time, angel.β your voice is bashful and embarrassed as you respond. βmβsorry, hyungie. i got a little adventurous tonight, huh? i should have called you or answered earlier.β distressed palms cradle your cheeks, fretful almond eyes peer into you. βthisΒ is why i keep your location on at all times and freak out when it gets turned off. you do nothing but make me worry about you when you start wandering.β you sigh, disappointment evident. βi was just trying to have a good time, baby. i havenβt been out in a while.β he bites his lip nervously. there they are again, the painfully sharp pangs of guilt that materialize whenever heβs reminded he works so hard to give you every single thing you want, but all you ever want is his time and attention, the two things he doesnβt have an abundance of as his career expands. but he canβt be lazy with you. he wonβt be. heβs your husband. and love, good love, is willingness; love is labor. he signed up for a lifetime of putting forth his all for you so the life you choose to keep with him is one you enjoy and donβt have doubts about.
taehyung takes his role as a husband very seriously. heβs a man who loves the ground you walk on, worships it even. heβs a man that chases your laughter. heβs a man that craves being loved by you. βah, i know. iβm sorry, angel.β a kiss to your forehead. βi know we moved here and iβve been so busy that i havenβt really taken you out much and i complain when you try to drag me out. i know youβre just trying to get to know the area and make friends. iβll treat you better.β you pull back, looking over him. he observes you all the same, capturing the way moonlight reflects in the pool of your eyes within his mind to keep forever because when youβre cradled by the moonlight, it seems intentional. like the night is choosing you. like the ether above gazes at you just as frequently and lovingly as you do it. his warm hand caresses your cheek, adoring you in every way fathomable. even when you make him nearly combust into a supernova of distress. βiβll do better, baby. iβll make more time for you. i promise. i love you.β he declares, leaning to place a ginger kiss on your smooth lips. βletβs go home. i donβt care how hot my body gets tonight. you better notΒ evenΒ tryΒ to get out of my hold.β his remark makes you release an obnoxiously elongated whine that elicits laughter of his own. βyouβre aΒ furnaceΒ at night. you know youβre only allowed fifteen minutes of pre-sleep snuggling. donβt try to use my mistake as a segue to perpetuate my misery.β he snorts, tugging you closer. βyou should have thought about your sleep comfort before you gave me a heart attack.β your eyes narrow. βyou know. this isΒ exactlyΒ why i prefer my telescopes to you.β
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pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: forbidden romance, step!father au
warnings: dead dove, yandere, pseudo incest, cheating, age gap (the reader is always 18+!), corruption, porn, cnc themes, mentions of masturbation, choking, dub con, fingering, daddy kink, rough sex, humiliation, praise, dirty talk, allusions to sadism & masochism, multiple orgasms, use of triggering words in an erotic and degrading manner* (listed under the cut), creampie, aftercare
*use of the words βrapeβ, βabuseβ.
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Namjoon used to think that you didn't quite understand the consequences of playing with fire. It was not surprising, after all, considering your young age. You were but an inexperienced cub compared to the wolf that raised you, not yet having grasped the unbridled nature of all things wild.
Sooner or later, though, inching too close to the flames was bound to get you burned. Somewhere in the darkest depths of his heart, Namjoon craved to inflict the pain of the heat on you, mark his territory with a swirl of scars.
Wasn't every father's daughter his most precious gift? Pretty like a doll, with a heart that had flowers and thorns tangling through it. A bricked, bleeding house that welcomed no intruders. He wanted nothing more than to keep it safe.
It was those protective instincts that had always kept him in check, tamed, in constant agony over something he could never have.
Until tonight.
Until it turned out your doe eyes and the pastel pink of your bedroom were misleading lies; and you yearned for the burn of the fire, simply too afraid to dive into its scorching depths.
And what was his duty if not to help you experience life, fulfill all your soul's desires? With immense love and a guiding, fatherly hand, now stuck in between your soft thighs.
"Is this what you like?"
The hoarse whisper made you clench. You whimpered in response, your eyes growing warm.
"No."
You knew it was pointless to lie; he could feel you soaking his fingers, pulsing around their thick girth. But it was too much handle, and the filthy video playing on the screen made you want to shrink.
"Yeah," Namjoon coaxed, breathing into your ear. "You like watching old men fuck their daughters? Like watching them abuse their good little girls?"
Relentless, he pumped the digits in and out of your poor cunt, and the tears overflowed, a dangerous combination of the shame and the orgasm rippling through you. From deep inside your tummy, all the way through your spine, prompting your thighs to tremble on top of his.
What a stupid mistake; to lie down and let your eyes flutter closed right after coming. You weren't even sure when you drifted off, your laptop barely shut, still resting by your side. Namjoon came into your bedroom to check on you, tuck you in and turn off the light, as he'd done a hundred of times before.
The website on the screen caught his eye.
Dreams were safe; reality was different. No one was ever supposed to see this side of you. Especially not the man whose name was stamped all over the walls of the private, forbidden rooms that took up the space in your head. Not the man you looked up to, respectable and smart, all warmth and dimpled smiles, with such deep, kind eyes behind his pristine glasses.
Not Namjoon.
"Fuck," he cursed softly, one arm curled around your waist, grounding you. "That's it..."
Hips stilling, you attempted to catch your breath. Dizziness washed over you. You've never felt this good before; and perhaps a part of the reason why was that you were doing something very bad. The thought of your mother coming home still lingered at the back of your mind β no longer an imminent threat, the bullet dissolving in the haze of the bliss, though its existing chill persisted.
This would be quite a sight for the poor woman to witness; her husband's fingers buried deep in her only daughter's cunt, legs spread wide open on his lap. The lewd porn playing on your laptop only served as the final nail in the coffin.
You winced as Namjoon slipped out of you gently, disoriented. Your legs felt like jelly, but his hold on you was secure, your only safety net.
He stood up, lifting you with him. He didn't try to lead you back to your bed, instead placing a large palm on the small of your back and pushing forward.
You let your cheek rest on the cold surface of the desk, trying to ignore the dirty sounds of sex coming from the screen. Maybe it was the emotions muddling your brain, but you couldn't move, helpless as an animal with their leg caught in a trap.
In spite of the carelessness on your part, you've never imagined Namjoon reacting this way. You'd thought he would have been disgusted, concerned β embarrassed at the very least β and the topic would never be brought up.
Yet here he was, unzipping his pants, about to fuck you on the same desk you occupied to complete your homework every night. In the same room that used to be adorned in plushies and fairy lights, saturated with all of your innocence.
It was different than any taboo feeling or thought you might have entertained in secret; the forbidden fruit no longer a fantasy, but a sin weighing down on the palm of your hand, ripe for the tasting. Its only price was being cast out.
Namjoon caressed your ass, the foreign sensation causing more slick to dribble down the apex of your thighs.
"Such a good slut," he breathed.
The word whipped through you, leaving your skin stinging and lungs emptied of air. He hasn't addressed you with anything but respect before; in fact, you didn't think you've ever heard him use such vulgar language.
You clenched, as though the degradation chipped away at your brain, dumbed it down to a blissful void.
"No," you whined out in protest; of what, you weren't sure anymore.
You felt his hand lock around your wrists.
"Yeah, you are," he cooed. "You're my little toy, and toys get played with. I may be too old for that..." he slid your underwear down your thighs, "but you're not, are you, baby?"
A shiver ran through you, arousal mingling with a tinge of fear the moment he leaned over you, his chest resting firm against your back.
"Don't you want daddy to play with you?" He whispered, flooding your nape with goosebumps. "Seems to me that you do."
This wasn't the Namjoon you've grown to know; this was something different, sinful and ravenous. The rattle of the cage was nothing compared to it being set loose, claiming ownership over you, corrupting and consuming.
And yet, you were wetter than ever, slick flowing like honey and coating the heated, swollen tip of his cock as soon as it pressed against you.
Namjoon was faring no better; his collar open and tie loosened, shirt wrinkled with the memory of your fingers grasping at it. All of his self restraint was gone, the cracked lock broken and the dented cage empty.
You did that.
He had a wife, a job, a good reputation. He worked hard to achieve success, however, the path laid out before him has always looked rather bleak without you in the picture.
His hand encased your neck, a grip that instantly made your head tingle. He pulled you up, letting you sink into his chest. His breath tickled your ear, and the girthy cockhead pushed against your slit once more, leaking.
And any apprehension or inhibitions that troubled him in the past went up in the flames the moment he peeked at your laptop. Of course it was him you longed for, his cock you needed in your little pussy. You were daddy's perfect little girl, all too aware of your purpose. To be ruined and loved and owned by him.
"Why are you shaking, baby?" he inquired, sliding his free hand up your stomach. Palm wide open, only to close around your breast and squeeze. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
No. Yes? No. It was so wrong. You shook your head, like that would change anything; turn back time, conceal the truth, get you out of trouble.
Namjoon chuckled.
"It is," he husked, plush lips brushing against the shell of your ear. He moved his hips, rubbing himself against your nub teasingly. "You wanted daddy's cock, just like all these dirty girls on screen."
He eased his hold on your throat, but his hand remained around it; a reminder that he was in control.
Your head was swimming as more oxygen rushed in, but it made almost no difference. His words, his touch, they had a hold on you too, squeezing your lungs, making your clit throb beneath his touch.
"Wanted to be mine..." his tone mellowed out to silk, seductive and light. "Wanted to be my pretty, little angel, and take it behind mummy's back, hm?"
Eyes teary and barely open, you gasped.
"Even better if I just make you take it, right? You won't have to feel so guilty, and you can still slobber and cream all over it."
Your knees were close to giving out, wetness gushing obscenely onto his thick length. As if he could sense it, Namjoon tightened his arm around you, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears that fell.
"Oh sweetheart," he shushed, "see? Daddy knows what you need. Your eyes are wet, but your pussy is wetter. Bet it's tight, too. Tighter than your mother's."
He palmed his cock, at last positioning it back at your small entrance.
"Not that I ever wanted hers anyway."
It seemed your soul left your body the moment he sank in, and he swallowed all of it with his kiss. Any remnants of your thoughts, integrity or coherence; all swiped away with the lick of his tongue and the delicious stretch that left your cunt clenching and insides churning.
The noise he let out sent a thrill through you. He broke the kiss, broke you, his gleaming eyes hooded and adoring, staring deep into yours. Time seemed to fizzle out of existence.
Then he thrusted.
"Fucking whore."
A croaky whisper, followed by a moan you barely recognized as your own.
"I tried to stay away, but my baby just had to be a fucking whore. Couldn't help wanting daddy to rape her."
You shuddered, breath caught in your throat and hand clutching his bicep.
There was no going back, and at this point, it didn't matter. At this point, exposed and full of him, you ached for more; and like a good dad, Namjoon was there to cater to your needs.
He pulled out, only to slide back inside the velvety heat, pleasure bursting and simmering through. No more teasing; just shivers, and long, deep strokes that made his balls slap against your skin.
His breath fanned your neck, unsteady, edged with soft groans. He barely fit inside you, but your pussy took him so well, as though it was always meant to be his.
The way he fucked you drowned out whatever porn was still playing on your laptop, long forgotten, nothing compared to the depravity happening right in front of it. He pounded into you harder, keeping a steady pace. The desk began to thud, repeatedly hitting the wall behind it.
"Like that?" He mumbled into your cheek, his thumb lazily rubbing your stiff nipple. "Right there?"
He required no verbal answer. Not when you were so soft and pliant in his arms, the rush taking over. Still, he enjoyed the way you squirmed at the questions, eyes closed and luscious lips wide open, making the most heavenly little sounds.
He wasn't going to last; there was no time to waste, besides, the simple fact that your warm, wet hole was taking his cock β raw β was enough to push him close to the edge.
Desperate, he took a hold of your jaw and turned your face towards him. His lips were an inch away from yours, the intimacy of it tender and aching, like a bruise.
"Say, 'thank you, daddy,'" he murmured. '"Thank you for fucking my tight, little cunt.'"
You responded with a mewl, your muscles tensing along with the knot in your tummy.
"Gonnaβ"
Namjoon groaned. Too out of breath to finish the sentence, too fucked out, you let yourself go limp as he pummeled into you.
"Come?" He suggested, wanting to laugh at how quickly you nodded, but your walls were getting so tight only a moan came out. "Fuck. Good girl, making daddy so proud." His forehead touched yours, as if he could get any closer. "You deserve a reward."
The moment you clamped down on him, he muffled the cry that broke through with his lips, crashing them into yours. He kissed you hungrily, tongue and teeth, reaching the peak of his limit as your cunt tightened, effortlessly massaging his cock with the convulsions. He couldn't resist its pull sucking him in, trapping him in place to do what it was made for.
He groaned loudly, letting his seed spill as deep as it would go, letting you see stars right there on the ceiling; like the glowing stickers he used to put up there for you, just an old father and daughter tradition. Your eyes rolled back, and it had him gritting his teeth, grinding into you until you couldn't stand, and his own legs barely kept him up anymore.
He panted softly, gulping as you melted into him, both of his arms hugging your waist. Slowly, the heat was receding, and in its stead serenity crept in.
It was quiet when he washed you up, his hands gentle, wiping the mess in between your thighs and the sweat off your brow. Dressed in a clean shirt and underwear, you climbed under your blanket. Beyond sleepy and sated, your heart still felt heavy.
The edge of the mattress dipped as Namjoon sat down beside you, extending his arm to cup your cheek. Only then did he meet your eyes.
"I love you."
He's said it to you before, but it felt different now. It was different. And it made him hesitate, reduced his voice to a whisper.
"You're the best thing... that's ever happened to me. That's never gonna change. You know that, right?"
You nodded, wondering how in such a messed up situation a few words could feel so comforting. Perhaps it was because they were coming from him. Would that always be enough? Will it feel the same when you wake up in the morning?
Namjoon bent down to press a lingering kiss onto your temple, coaxing your eyes to shut.
"Don't worry about anything, okay? Just trust me, baby. And get some rest."
You relaxed, acknowledging the request with a small sigh. He watched you fall asleep, stroking your hair, trying not to dwell on how much he wished he could stay. At least he'd be able to get into bed before his wife came home.
In the darkness of his bedroom, he settled into the cool sheets, his glasses set aside and clothes neatly folded. He heard the front door unlock, the keys jiggling, and closed his eyes.
Time to sleep.
Time for a change of plans was awaiting him tomorrow.
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ΰ¨ΰ§ pairing: sugar daddy!jin x fem!reader
ΰ¨ΰ§ warnings: public sex, mean!jin, dub-con, sugar daddy au!, rough fingering, squirting, slut shaming, not proofread
You were screwed. You came home, driving up in the driveway. You were too scared to get out of the car and look at the damage.
You clashed into another driver because you weren't paying attention to the road. You knew Jin wasn't going to be happy.
You get out, finally. You walk to the front of the car and see a dent and some paint scratched off the area.
"Fuck." You mutter. You knew if he found out, he'd never let you use the car again.
"Fuck?" He walked towards you, confused about your sudden language.
You turn, shocked to see him behind you. Your face went pale and your eyes began to glisten with tears.
He looked down to you, "what are you hiding princess?"
He put his palm on your shoulder and gently shoved you aside. His eyes went dark, seeing the damage.
"J-Jin, I can explain." You began.
He shouted, "I gave you my damn car and you damage it?"
"It was an accident..." you began to excuse yourself, but he wasn't letting up.
He scoffed, "bend over."
"What-"
"Fuck, I said bend over the damn car now." He grabbed your arm and forced you onto the hood of the car. "Keep your hands where I can see them, understand?"
You nod, letting his hand pull off your mini skirt. He let it fall to your ankles, seeing you stand on your tippy toes because you were too short to reach the car.
He hummed, "daddy isn't very happy."
"Mmh, I said I'm sorry." You mutter with a hint of sadness in your voice.
He chuckled, "is that gonna fix the car?"
"N-no." You feel his hand pull your thong aside and slip a finger into your soaking cunt.
You let out a small moan, feeling your body shake uncomfortably. His one finger was enough to make you cum.
"Daddy, please!" You see your neighbors peak out their windows, standing outside their doors and exiting their cars, seeing you.
You were in a vulnerable, pathetic state. Jin added another finger making you draw more attention.
He whispered in your ear, "how does it feel baby?"
You whined, feeling his fingers leave your cunt. He felt no remorse for you, pushing your cheek against the car.
He gripped the back of your neck, "such a needy slut. Needing daddy's cock anytime she can get it?"
He pushed his hard, thick member into you. You let out a muffled moan, feeling your walls get stretched.
You cry, "daddy!"
"Feel too good?" He chuckled.
"Yes!"
He scoffed, "such a needy little thing. You don't give a fuck who watches you. You just need daddy's cock."
"Jin!" You dig your nails into the car, crying loudly.
His thrusts got more aggressive, "cum on my cock. Show me how sorry you are.
You whine, trying to get him deeper by pushing your ass towards him. He backed up each time you did it, just to tease.
"Take my cum baby. All of it."
He came inside you, leading your orgasm to its end. You pulsed around him and saw black. Your ears rang as you squirted all over him. You and no regrets.
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prompt requested by anon !
since you never wrote love letters to me @gigittamic β ΰ»κ°ΰΎΰ½²Β΄ Λ ` κ±ΰΎΰ½²αβ β β β
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inspired by lana del rey's unreleased song titled 'trash magic'. this deserves to be 20k but i'm not that bitch lol
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β pairing: dilf!jimin x fem!reader
β word count: 1.9k
β warnings: smut, age gap (reader's in her early 20s & jimin's in his early 40s), somewhat non-con (reader pretends to not want it).
"Will you serve me lemonade?" He asks, his eyes lifting up to meet your malicious ones, looking at you through his square glasses.
You smile cheekily, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. "Yes, Jimin, I will," you respond in a flirtatious tone, voluntarily showing off your cleavage, breasts supported by the bustier of your sundress.
You're satisfied when you see him glimpsing down at your boobs for a short second, checking you out in public despite his many efforts to keep his perverted desires deep down inside of him.
His wife is just behind him, talking with the moms of the neighbourhood, having a conversation about their kids' dance classes or football practices. Though, Jimin is here, asking you to pour him a glass of the lemonade you've prepared with your mother for the day of the parade.
It's the hundred year celebration of your childhood town so you came back just for the occasion, but you won't lie a part of you was dying to see Jimin again.
Again after that hot, filthy night you've spent with him two months ago.
You still remember everything that has happened that day and whenever you feel alone, you replay the event in your head and touch yourself to pass the time. He's a married man, a dedicated father, it's bad β oh god, it's so bad, but you love it.
You serve him a glass of lemonade, a droplet falling down and you rapidly catch it with your finger, bringing the digit up to your lips. You lick the lemonade off your finger while intently staring at Jimin, this one swallowing hard as he watches you doing every dirty thing that crosses your mind to arouse him.
You hand him the drink and you of course brush your fingers over his on purpose. He takes it and pretends nothing's out of ordinary, pretends his neighbour twenty years younger than him doesn't make his cock hard as rock.
You have absolutely no right of flirting with him so lewdly while the whole neighbourhood is hanging around, chatting between each other, some indiscreet people eavesdropping on conversations that don't concern them.
But you obviously don't give a single fuck, so horny and ready to jump on Jimin the minute he's alone.
You get around the table that serves as your lemonade stand and approach him with a sly smirk on your face, Jimin getting uneasy at your presence.
You lean down to have your mouth right beside his ear. "You look even more handsome than you did the day that I left you," you whisper, laying a finger on his chest and descending it until you feel his belly button under his black t-shirt.
He looks to the side, making sure his wife isn't paying attention to him and luckily she isn't. He reports his eyes on you, rage and frustration passing through them. "Stop," he warns you, voice low and steady, but so, so near to break.
Though it amuses you, you don't like how he rejects you as if what happened between you two was meaningless β a mistake. It wasn't, it was the best sex you've ever had in your life, a night you will never forget.
"How do you spend your nights, honey? Still watching TV?" You continue to tease, taking his free hand, slipping it under the skirt of your dress.
"Don't call me like that," he tells you, growling your name as a warning when you pull his hand further up your skirt.
He can lie to himself how he wants, just the fact that he hasn't withdrawn his hand away proves he wants you as much as you want him.
"I just wanna feel good, Minnie," you say, pouting exaggeratedly.
He finally pulls his hand away and it breaks your heart a little, thinking you had him in your pocket, but Jimin has more control than that. He has a reputation to keep clean, a family to take care of.
"Give me your number and I'll leave you alone," you sigh, promising something you know you won't be able to follow for a very long time. It's all it takes to convince him, typing his number out on your phone and you save it in your contact list with a lot of care.
You haven't spoken to Jimin since he gave you his number. Well, verbally because you keep sending him text messages and pictures you know will linger on his mind for the rest of the night.
It's dinner time so everyone is gathering in Mrs. Lee's backyard to eat food that have been grilled on the barbecue by the grace of Mr. Lee, Mrs. Lee's husband.
You watch him from across the yard, anxiously looking at his phone when he feels the vibration against his thigh, indicating he's received a new text. He knows it's you, but he keeps checking as if your number will transform into someone else's.
You look through your gallery, wondering which pic to send him and you opt for the one where you don't wear panties under your skirt, pussy glistening in your arousal.
You glance at Jimin from where you are, giggling to yourself when he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He can't resist and click on your message, having visibly flushed cheeks as his eyes roam over the nude photo of yourself you've picked out specially for him.
You don't expect his eyes to find you, but they did, and he seems so fucking angry β he's fuming. Angry and aroused. How typical of him.
After dinner, you ask Mrs. Lee if you can use the bathroom and she kindly allows you to. You're thinking about sending Jimin a photo of today, showing him how happy you are to see him β you already feel the wetness in your panties.
Suddenly, the door knob is being turned, making your heart jump in your chest by surprise. The person on the other side can't open the door since you've locked it. Then, you hear violent knocks, the person clearly impatient.
"Unlock the door." Jimin's voice gets through your ears and you tense down, relieved it isn't a freak trying to barge in the bathroom.
You smile to yourself, loving the attention he's giving you right now. You knew he wouldn't resist β knew he wouldn't last long without feeling your lips smacking his own.
You open the door for Jimin and he doesn't wait to enter, closing the door behind and locking it. Your smile expands, heart racing faster. He wants you so bad and you'll give him every piece of yourself.
He towers over you, looking down at you like you're just a rock in his shoe β wanting to get rid of you as soon as he can. He says nothing for a long second, his piercing dark eyes never leaving you as he steps forward, making you step backward until your lower back hits the counter.
"You fucking brat," he grits his teeth, taking a firm hold of your chin. "You think it's funny, huh? You like messing with me, is that it?" He spits at you, so angry he could break your jaw in an instant. "You like to toy with me just for your own satisfaction..." He says in disdain, looking like he's completely disgusted by you.
He lets go of you, but only to slap you in the face, the rings around his fingers pinching your skin sharply. You place your hand on your cheek by instinct, feeling it burning and stinging, glancing back at Jimin with widened eyes.
You don't have a second to think before he clasp his hand around your jaw again, setting your whole body on fire. You're terribly scared, but also really turned on. What's wrong with him β what's wrong with you?
He chuckles when he notices the way you look at him, sad puppy eyes staring back at him with a real pout on your lips this time. "What? Thought I liked you, baby? Thought I'd like a stupid whore like you?" He mocks, showing you his pretty white teeth. "We fucked one time and you think I'm gonna fall in love with you? How pathetic."
You swallow the dry lump in your throat, feeling really embarrassed and ashamed. He looks at you one last time before he turns you around, pressing his bulge against the curve of your ass.
He grips your hips, growling at the sensation of his dick rubbing against your butt. You can see him through the mirror, smacking one of your asscheeks before he bends you over the counter, sticking your cheek to the marble surface.
You let out a broken whimper, a long shiver running up your spine when he pulls down your panties and frees his cock out of his sweats. He holds your head down with one hand, pushing the head of dick at your entrance with the other.
"No, Jimin, not like that-" you begin, but never say the end of your sentence as he slips all the way in your pussy.
"Shut the fuck up," he groans. "Take it, that's what you asked for, bitch."
That's not what you had in mind when you were sending those photos, but you don't dislike it. You've missed having his cock sliding in your cunt with so much vigour it has you drooling all over yourself and crying like a baby.
But he's also so mean, treating you like he wanted none of this, and yet, he followed you to the bathroom to fuck your brains numb. You're so confused, so heartbroken.
You clench around him and he groans again. Your folds glisten so much, Jimin's cock thrusting in you so smoothly, wet and creamy sounds coming from your pussy.
There's no way you didn't want this, you were begging him to fuck you.
And you'll take whatever he gives you because that's the only way you can have him. Just for a night, just for half an hour.
He soon cums in you, not caring about your pleasure, not caring about anything that concerns you. Maybe he should have thought about some protection, but you won't say a word about that. His mistakes, his problems.
The pressure against your head disappears as he tucks himself back in his joggers, catching the sight of his cum dribbling out of your quivering hole. He doesn't like you, but you sure have the tightest and prettiest pussy he's ever seen. So much better than his wife's.
You manage to pull your panties up your legs, wincing when you feel the material sticking to your lips. As you straighten your back, Jimin harshly grips your hair at the roots, his lips just beside your ear.
"Don't come near my family ever again or I'll fucking kill you," he threatens coldly and you gulp, nodding your head to show you understand.
He lets go of you violently, pushing you before he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with his cum dripping out of you. You let yourself fall to the floor, thumping your feet on the floor out of frustration.
You start to cry, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks and falling on your dress.
You won't give up.
He wants you, he wants you, he wants you...
Thinking about 'im
