Do you have a fever? Cause DAMNNN luv, you look hot. 🥵🔥💕 Just a bored girl with too much time and not enough to do. Love to all! 💜SFW unless indicated MDNI on 18+ posts please (minors will be hunted for sport)💜
˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ welcome to my 1st short story from my a-z kink series!
『 acarophilia: choi san 』
san was in the shower, when the hot water made him wince. he grabbed his back, immediately pulling open the shower curtain to look in the mirror. red, irritated scratches adorned his back, as everything that happened from last night fills his mind.
“ugh fuck! san! san! san! please! ugh!” you yelled loudly, pornographic screams erupting from your throat. nothing could’ve prepared you for how hard san’s cock was, nothing could’ve prepared you for him slamming you up against the wall; pounding so shallowly into you. everything was blurry, as you tried to scratch and grip onto the wall beside you.
“wrong place, baby, wrong place, baby.” san whispered breathlessly, placing your hands onto his back immediately. “leave your mark on my fucking body, baby… you know you want to.” he fucked even harder into you, deeply gripping into his shoulders with your nails.
“fuck yes, baby… ahh.. agh… let me know how good i’m making you feel.. hm? ah?” he says teasingly into your right ear, making your neck stand with goosebumps. you loved being his fuck toy, no matter the time of day. and so you scratched and scratched until you felt your nails become weak and dull beneath you, san whimpering and gritting his teeth with every abrasion to his skin. this one long scratch had him falling apart…
“fuck… fuck…” he threw his head back, biting his lip, “kiss me. kiss me.. kiss me so no one hears me breeding you. just for tonight… i can’t control it… i’d be too loud.. come here, baby..” he pulls you in by the neck as guidance, mouths sloppily and forcefully meeting each others, as his warm load spurts into your pussy; covering your insides with his mark.
The heavy glass doors of the boutique hissed shut behind you, but the clinical chill of the air conditioning did nothing to cool the fire simmering under your skin. This wasn't just a shopping trip; it was a declaration of war. After the explosive argument you’d had with Jimin this morning, you had set out with one goal: to see how many zeros you could drain from his bank account before he noticed.
Jimin was the type of man who would happily drape you in diamonds if you asked, but he loathed being manipulated. He hated this game,the way you used his own wealth as a weapon against his patience.
"How would y-you like to pay, ma'am?" the sales assistant stammered, her gaze darting nervously between your cold expression and the wall of stone-faced guards looming behind you.
"Card," you replied curtly, sliding Jimin’s signature black card across the marble counter.
You waited, tapping your manicured nails against the surface, already imagining the look on his face when the transaction alerts began flooding his phone. But as the seconds ticked by, the assistant’s face paled.
"Um, excuse me, ma'am... it seems your card has been... declined. It’s blocked."
Your heart skipped a beat, but not out of embarrassment. Out of pure, unadulterated fury. "What? No way. Try it again."
"I did, ma'am. It’s not going through."
You scoffed, reaching into your Chanel clutch and pulling out a secondary card. "Use this one."
Another minute of agonizing silence followed. The assistant looked like she wanted to disappear into the floorboards as she handed it back with trembling fingers. "This one isn't working either, ma'am."
You felt your jaw tighten until it ached. Jimin. That calculated, arrogant traitor. He hadn't just anticipated your move; he had dismantled it before you even reached the mall.
You settled the balance through a private transfer from your personal account, a bitter pill to swallow and swept out of the store. Every step toward the waiting car was fueled by a fresh wave of adrenaline.
As the door of the SUV clicked shut, you sank into the leather seat, staring out the tinted window. You had underestimated him. You often forgot that beneath the doting husband was a man whose wit was as sharp as his ego. Jimin wasn't the type to just sit back and let you bleed him dry out of spite. He was always one step ahead, playing a game of chess while you were still throwing pieces.
The war wasn't over, but round one clearly belonged to Park Jimin.
The car hadn't even come to a full stop before you were out, the gravel crunching beneath your designer heels as you stormed toward the massive front doors. You didn't just enter the mansion; you invaded it.
The living room was quiet, save for the low murmur of business talk. Jimin was perched on the sofa, looking effortlessly composed as he scrolled through a tablet. His assistant stood nearby, and Taehyung, Jimin’s closest associate was lounging in the armchair opposite him.
"Park Jimin!" Your voice roared through the high ceilings, sharp enough to cut the air.
The assistant visibly flinched, shifting on his feet. Taehyung’s eyes darted from you to Jimin, a silent 'here we go' written all over his face. Jimin, however, didn't even flinch. A slow, infuriating smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his fingers continued to dance across the screen.
"I am talking to you!" you snapped, your chest heaving with indignation.
Finally, he looked up. His gaze was cool, hooded, and entirely too calm for your liking. "Yes, love?"
With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled for the others to leave. Taehyung let out a weary sigh, pushing himself up and shoving his hands into his pockets. He spared Jimin a pointed look. "Fix your shit, man," he muttered under his breath before heading toward the exit.
The moment the doors clicked shut, Jimin returned his attention to the tablet. The blatant disregard was the final straw. You lunged forward and snatched the device right out of his hand.
"Y/N," he said, his voice dropping an octave. There was a dangerous edge to his tone, a warning you were far too angry to heed.
"What?! You fucking blocked my cards! Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?" you screamed, the embarrassment of the boutique rushing back to haunt you.
Jimin stood up slowly, his tall frame looming over yours until you were forced to tilt your head back. The proximity was stifling, charged with a tension that felt like static electricity.
"Was it? Then perhaps you shouldn't have behaved like such a brat the other night," he said, his voice terrifyingly steady.
"I was behaving like a brat? You didn't come to the event, Jimin!" You jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating every word. "I had to stand there and make excuses for you all night while everyone whispered!"
He didn't move. He simply looked down at your finger against his shirt, then back into your eyes. "Careful, baby. I don't like that tone."
"Shove what you like up your ass," you hissed. You reached into your handbag, gripped the two useless pieces of plastic, and flung them directly at his face. "And shove these while you're at it!"
You didn't wait for a reaction. You turned on your heel and stormed toward the grand staircase, the echoes of your footsteps matching the frantic beating of your heart.
It had all spiraled from yesterday. Your charity gala—the event you had spent months planning—had been a solo performance because Jimin claimed he had important work. The humiliation of answering a hundred variations of "Where is your husband?" had boiled over into a screaming match last night, ending with you locking him out of the master suite.
You had wanted to hurt his pride. He had responded by cutting off your lifeline.
As you reached the bedroom door, you knew one thing for certain, in the high-stakes game of the Park marriage, the honeymoon phase had officially been replaced by scorched earth.
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The bedroom was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, the silence heavy and suffocating. Jimin stepped inside, the rhythmic click of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound. He loosened his tie, the tension of the day still knotted in his shoulders.
"Y/n?" he called out, tossing his blazer onto the chaise lounge. No response. He checked the ensuite bathroom, then the walk-in closet—nothing but the lingering scent of your perfume.
He sighed, a low, frustrated sound. He knew you; you weren't just hiding. You were making a point. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his phone and dialed your number, only to be met with the cold finality of your voicemail. He immediately diverted the call to your lead security detail.
"Where is she?" he demanded, pacing the length of the room like a caged predator.
"At her parents' estate, sir."
"I told you to inform me the second she goes somewhere!" he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. He didn't wait for an excuse. He grabbed his blazer and headed for the garage, the engine of his car roaring to life seconds later.
The atmosphere at your parents' house was a stark contrast to the cold war at the mansion. When Jimin walked in, he found you nestled on the sofa between your father and Liam—a "family friend" whose very existence had always been a thorn in Jimin’s side.
"Jimin! What a surprise," your mother exclaimed, balancing a tray of fresh cookies.
Jimin offered your parents a practiced, polite greeting, but his eyes were locked on you. You didn't even look up, instead choosing to lean slightly closer to Liam as you scoffed. Jimin’s jaw tightened. He hated the way Liam looked at you, and he hated even more that you were using him as a shield.
"Come, Jimin, sit down," your father gestured toward an armchair.
"No, thank you. I’m just here for Y/n," Jimin replied, his voice clipped.
You finally looked at him, crossing your legs and arms in a defensive posture that screamed defiance. "I’m not coming back."
The air in the room grew thick with sudden tension. Your mother glanced between the two of you, her eyebrows shooting up in a silent interrogation. What have you done now?
"Y/n," Jimin repeated, his patience fraying at the edges. "We’re leaving."
"Y/n, sweetheart, what is this?" your mother interjected, trying to play peacemaker. "Did you two have a fight?"
"Maybe they did," Liam chimed in, his tone casually provocative. He leaned back, a smug look on his face. "Let her be, Jimin. It looks like you're the one in the wrong here."
That was it. The small thread of Jimin’s restraint snapped. He ignored Liam entirely, treating him like a buzzing insect, and marched straight toward you. Before you could even register the movement, he leaned down, hooked his arm firmly around your waist, and hoisted you over his shoulder in one fluid, powerful motion.
"Jimin! Put me down!" you squealed, your face flushing as you began to hammer your fists against his broad back.
"Mom! Dad! Do something!"
But your parents merely exchanged a knowing look and shared a small, amused smile. They knew Jimin, and they knew you; this was just another Tuesday in the volatile world of the Parks.
"Goodnight, everyone," Jimin called out over your protests, his grip like iron as he carried his prize out toward the car.
The drive back was a symphony of silence, punctuated only by the aggressive click of your tongue and the hum of the engine. The moment the car rolled to a stop, you bolted, slamming the door with a bone-rattling force that echoed through the driveway.
Jimin was right on your heels, his stride effortless but determined. "Y/n, stop."
You reached the bedroom and tried to shove the heavy oak door shut, but his foot was already there, acting as a solid wedge. He pushed his way inside with a calm strength that only infuriated you further. You whirled around, eyes flashing with lightning.
"What is this, Y/n? Are you a child?" he asked, his voice low and level.
"Fuck off!"
"Y/n." He stepped into your personal space, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, but you swatted his hand away violently.
"Get away! Go!" You began a frantic assault of palms against his chest, your hands drumming a rhythm of frustration against his firm muscles. He let you vent for a heartbeat before his hand shot out, capturing both of your wrists in a single, unbreakable grip. He let out a long, weary sigh.
"I am sorry," he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "I should have been at the event I was wrong, and I’m sorry."
You glared up at him, your chest heaving. "An apology doesn't fix it! You didn't call me all day! And then you had the audacity to block my cards!"
A ghost of a smirk played on Jimin’s lips. "I unlocked them this morning, love."
Your anger faltered for a fraction of a second. "You did?"
"Yes." He released your wrists, his thumb grazing your pulse point before he stepped back.
You quickly recovered, crossing your arms and pouting. "I’m not melting. Not a chance. Go away."
You sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Jimin followed, but instead of sitting beside you, he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hand found your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles against the fabric of your skirt.
"I'm sorry, baby. Truly," he pleaded.
He looked up at you, his sharp, intimidating features softening into an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion. It was the puppy eyes—the one weapon in his arsenal you hadn't built a defense for. No one in the outside world would believe that the ruthless Park Jimin was currently on his knees, begging for his wife’s forgiveness.
You felt your throat go dry. "Fuck off," you whispered, though the bite was gone from your voice.
Jimin’s eyes darkened, the "uppy facade vanishing to reveal the predator beneath. "You want the exact opposite of that, don't you?"
He leaned forward, his lips pressing a lingering, searing kiss to the sensitive skin of your knee. You gasped softly as he began to pepper your thighs with slow, deliberate kisses, his gaze never leaving yours. Slowly, almost traitorously, your knees began to part for him.
He urged your thighs further apart, his hands sliding up to bunch the fabric of your skirt. Jimin’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of your lace panties, the silk already darkened and clinging to your skin.
"When did you get this wet for me, huh?" he whispered against your skin, his voice a gravelly caress that made you ache.
The friction of his lips against your inner thighs sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as the last remnants of your anger dissolved into pure, primal need.
"Fuck!" You groaned, your fingers tangling in his soft hair. You didn't just pull him closer; you guided his face directly into the heat radiating from between your legs.
Jimin let out a low, vibrating hum of approval, his mouth pressing firmly against the silk of your panties. He didn't wait. He nipped at the fabric, his tongue swirling over your folds until the damp lace offered no more resistance.
"Ah!" Your head fell back against the pillows, a desperate sound escaping your throat.
"So good," he whispered, his voice a dark rasp against your skin as he finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid the lace down your legs. He didn't waste a second, burying his face in your softness and dragging his tongue over your clit in long, punishing strokes.
The room filled with the sound of your dangerous noises—the kind of wrecked, breathless moans that only he could draw out of you. Jimin gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you steady as he transitioned from teasing licks to deep, rhythmic laps. He pushed his tongue inside you, mimicking the motion of a thrust, while his thumb found your peak and circled it with dizzying speed.
"Jimin... more! Please!" you cried out, your knuckles whitening as you tugged at his hair.
He hummed against you, a vibration that rattled your very bones, and suddenly two fingers were sliding inside, hot and insistent. He began to massage your internal walls, his rhythm relentless.
"Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Clench for me," he growled.
You obeyed, your muscles spasming around his intrusion. The combination was too much—the suction of his mouth on your clit and the friction of his fingers deep inside you. You were a beautiful mess of squirming limbs and broken pleas until the first wave of your climax hit, sending a shudder through your entire frame. You came hard, your release coating his hand, and you could only gasp as he slowly licked every drop of you from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Fuck yeah... lick me clean, baby," you panted, your voice thick with honey.
Jimin’s smirk returned, dark and possessive. He delivered a sharp, playful slap against your sensitive skin, making you jump and moan all over again. Before you could catch your breath, he was back at it, his fingers working even faster.
"I can't... it's too much..." you whimpered, trying to pull your thighs together to escape the overwhelming sensation.
"No," he murmured, prying your legs back open and pinning them wide. "Squirt for me, baby. I want to see you lose it."
He intensified the assault, his fingers curling against your G-spot while his thumb hammered against your clit. The tension built until it felt like a physical weight in your chest. You whined, your body arching off the bed as the edge loomed closer.
"Ahh, fuck... J-Jimin!"
"Do it. Give it all to me."
A loud, broken cry tore from your lungs as a gush of liquid erupted from you. Jimin didn't flinch; he watched with hooded, hungry eyes as you clenched and pulsed, his tongue catching the liquid as it fell. You were shaking now, your legs trembling uncontrollably from the sheer force of it.
Finally, he pulled back. He took the two fingers that had been deep inside you and slid them into his own mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate sensuality that made your heart race for an entirely different reason.
"I am sorry," he said again, his voice dropping to that soft, melodic tone that always won you over.
You couldn't help the small, triumphant smile that tugged at your lips. Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upward. He hovered over you, his weight a welcome pressure, and as his lips met yours.
Summary: Your arrival at TOP’s studio sparks a walk down memory lane.
Content Warnings: MDNI 18+, mentions of sex, cigarette smoking, language
Author’s Note: Welcome to my new series😊 a few notes…when BB is mentioned they are OT4. I am not including any mention of he who shall not be named😒 To separate past from present, I will be utilizing the ✨ emoji to break each section apart🩵
CH 1
The studio entryway is lined with old photographs. As you enter you walk slow, admiring the moments frozen in time. A grainy group photo catches your eye. A 20 year old version of yourself stares back at you accompanied by your fellow dancers with a pre-debut BIGBANG at the center. Seeing their oversized clothes and toothy grins transports you back to a chilly night in 2006…
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“Mind if I bum a cigarette off you?” He asks as a boyish grin spreads across his face. His hair is dark and shaggy, covering one eye.
“Sure.” You say, passing one to him, lighting it.
“I’m Seunghyun by the way.” Smoke billows from his nostrils as he exhales.
“Y/N” you reply with a slight blush. He’s cute, in an emo kind of way, innocent. “Have you been a trainee long?”
“About 3 months. You?”
“Three years.” You exhale, defeated, leaning against the brick wall. “I fear I’m destined to stay one.”
“You never know, things could turn out differently.”
You shake your head. “Not when YG tells you it’s over.” You say before taking a long drag of your cigarette. “I’m too eccentric, leaving me to be, hmm let’s see how he put it…abrasive and unapproachable. I’ve been demoted to back up dancer for the next boy group out of pity…if I’m lucky.”
Seunghyun frowns. “I get it. I was denied at first. So I proved him wrong and he gave me a chance.” He says encouragingly.
“Good for you earning back his good graces. You must really want to be an idol.”
“A rapper. I want to be a rapper.”
You can see the determination in his eyes. “Hmmm, you have a cool rap name? Or is Seunghyun all you have to offer?” You tease.
He smirks. “Tempo. I went by Tempo for a while doing small stages here and there in the underground scene. I write my own lyrics and make my own beats…just gotta prove myself.”
“Well, I hope you get your wish, Tempo.” You smile, dropping your cigarette butt to the ground. “I’ll see you around.”
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Six months later, you find yourself in the YG studio while your choreographer barks orders at you and your fellow dancemates .
“Alright, the debut performance is on the 19th. This performance will either make or break this group so everyone has to be at their best. We don’t need any of you fucking this up or YG will have my head. Y/N are you listening?” She asks, pointing at you directly.
You snap out of your daydream and face your choreographer. “Uh, yeah…big debut, got it.”
“BIGBANG has the potential to completely change things around here. There’s a possibility for permanent employment as part of their touring dance team if this works out. So do your best when the boys arrive.”
You roll your eyes. For the past 6 months you’ve been introduced to countless acts, each one reportedly more promising than the last only to have them fizzle out before making a debut. You had just turned 20 and were seriously considering waitressing the rest of your life if this group didn’t pan out. You just wanted to dance and get paid so you could work towards your goal of owning your own studio.
When the door opens, Hyun-Suk himself enters, giving a pitch about the importance of the debut and how BIGBANG would change the history of K Pop moving forward.
“Blah blah blah.” You say under your breath. “It’s not like we haven’t heard this twenty times over the last few months.”
“No, this one’s legit. Kwon Jiyong is a part of it. He’s been here for six years and is practically YG’s star child.” A fellow dancer shares.
Kwon Jiyong had welcomed you to YG when you initially became a trainee. He was talented but a little too cocky for your taste. You had a few interactions here and there but usually steered clear of one another. Truthfully, you didn’t run into many of the exclusive trainees anymore since being demoted. You were now lackluster and replaceable at any moment. If this partnership panned out, it could be beneficial for you.
Once the speech is over, BIGBANG enters. Four gangly boys under the age of 20 appear in front of you and your colleagues. They introduce themselves one by one. G-Dragon, Sol, D-Lite, and…Tempo? Seunghyun comes in last with his dimples on full display. He’s awkward, as always, but now there’s a confidence in him you hadn’t seen before. He actually made it…
“I’m TOP.” Seunghyun says, shyly.
You take note of the name change and blend in with everyone as you begin learning the choreography. TOP is by no means a strong dancer often standing still as if recalibrating in an attempt to join back in with the boys. You laugh to yourself thinking about him debuting. He's going to need all the help he can get in the dance department…
After what feels like hours of dancing to prove yourself, you line up in front of the mirrored wall waiting to be chosen…or declined. BIGBANG gathers in a corner deliberating. Girls are pointed at one by one and asked to leave. Then Jiyong asks you and four other girls to step forward.
This is it, I’m either in or out…you think as your heart begins thumping in your ears.
Jiyong asks your friend Sora to join him, long time dancer Ye-jin is instructed to join Youngbae, and a new girl named Yuna is placed with Daesung. You and Eun-Jin, an older dancer and fellow idol reject, remain.
Jiyong goes into a discussion about how you both show great potential but partnering with TOP will be a challenge as he doesn’t dance as well as his peers. You lock eyes with Seunghyun, recognition flashes across his face and he smiles at you. You feel a flutter in your chest.
“Eun-Jin, thank you for your time, you can go.”
You watch in disbelief as she leaves the room.
“Y/N you are clearly the best choice.” Jiyong says. “Seunghyun can’t dance to save his life. Your technique and energy will be more than enough to push him forward. Welcome to the team.”
You walk over, joining him. “Well, well, well…Tempo gets to be a rapper.” You say poking his chest, which is surprisingly toned.
“And you get to be part of a debut after all.” He grins.
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You have your work cut out for you as you learn choreo and do your best to push Tempo in the right direction. He’s stiff and uncoordinated but with practice, lots of it, you’re able to hide the worst parts. It’s when you’re off stage that things really crumble.
One night, after a grueling rehearsal and a stern talk from Hyun-Suk, you find Seunghyun practicing well past midnight. His shirt wet with sweat, his cheeks pink from exertion.
“Tempo? What are you still doing here? We have a show tomorrow.” You say, startling him.
“I could ask you the same question.” He says breathlessly, grinning at the use of his old stage name. You still refused to refer to him as TOP. It had become almost a pet name between the two of you.
“If you really want to know, I was in the other studio dancing for my own enjoyment.” You smile, taking a seat on the floor, leaning against the mirrored wall. “I’m just a back up dancer. I can afford to look sleepy on stage…you’re the face card. They need you looking fresh.” You chuckle, making spirit fingers.
“I’m trying to get my shit together. My face alone won’t save me from Hyun-suk if I don’t start memorizing this choreography.” He sighs, taking a seat beside you.
“Hmmm, I don't know. I bet there will come a day where you can just stand onstage and that will be enough.” You smile, passing him your water bottle.
Seunghyun takes a long drink. “Not according to the boss.”
You bite your lip as he takes the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. You note his incredibly toned stomach…Careful…
He leans his head back against the wall and looks at you. “This face will never be enough…” he frowns.
Without thinking, you reach your hand out, brushing his shaggy dark hair away from his face. “Oh, I don’t know. Your boyish features are fading into that of a male idol. You’ll be a sex symbol in no time.”
There’s a moment of quiet before Seunghyun grabs your wrist and pulls you into a kiss.
You freeze.
“Shit, I am sorry…I don’t know why I did that.” His words tumble from his mouth in a panic. “I should go, I don’t want to make this weird.”
You grab his shirt before he stands, pulling him back to the spot beside you. “Stop. Talking” You say as you straddle him, pulling him back into a kiss.
One of his hands makes its way to your waist while the other slides up the back of your neck.
You shift just right in his lap causing a quiet groan to escape his lips. You smile to yourself, as you deepen the kiss, taking control.
”Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know how bad I have wanted this.”
“Hmmm, I think I have a pretty good idea.” You grin, feeling him harden as you grind slowly in his lap.
Just as his hand begins to slide under your shirt, a door slams in the distance causing you both to scramble to your feet, walking in opposite directions of one another.
You run your hands through your hair. “Fuck, that was close.”
“It won’t happen again.” Seunghyun says quickly, adjusting his pants, clearly hiding his erection.
You look back at him, a sly smile spreading across your face. “Or we could be discrete.”
He raises a brow. “Hide it?”
”I don’t mind keeping a secret.” You say before placing a kiss on his cheek and heading out the door.
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A secret is exactly what your relationship became. The 2007 “Want You Tour” lasted only a few months through five cities in Korea but it was the perfect amount of time for Seunghyun to fall for you…and for you, much to your dismay, to fall for him as well.
It began as casual make-outs in the abandoned YG break room, accelerated into grinding on each other in one of the recording booths after hours, and then blossomed into you taking his virginity one night on the road in your hotel room.
He had been so quiet, so reserved, so…Seugnhuyn.
You recall the exceptionally heavy make out session on your bed. You reaching down to unbutton his pants and him immediately taking control, rolling you over onto your back, his arms bracketing your body.
”You’re sure?” He’d asked you, with so much consideration in his voice.
”Of course I’m sure.” You replied, rolling your eyes playfully. “I’ve been waiting for this…”
“I-I’ve never…”
You remember looking into his dark eyes, seeing both excitement and hesitancy all wrapped up into one.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You smiled, shimmying off your own pants and underwear.
His hands had a slight tremble as he pulled the condom from his pocket and removed his own pants.
He was much bigger than you had initially anticipated and he caught the surprise that registered on your face.
”What?”
“Just…a lot to take in.”
At that moment, you both blushed.
When he entered you the feeling was overwhelming, your plan to keep your cool lost in a single thrust. Sure, he had been a virgin but Choi Seunghyun didn’t perform like one. That night, he got to know your body, your wants, your needs, and from that point forward, he never failed to deliver.
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You snap out of your daydream when you hear someone call your name. Looking up, you spot one of Seunghyun’s childhood friends.
”Hey.” You smile, embracing them in a hug.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here. It’s been years.” He says, glancing around the hallway. “It’s like a museum out here.”
“Makes it easy to relive the past.” You say as you gesture to the photos.
”Well, it's good to see you here supporting him. I’ll see you inside later?” He asks.
”Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.” You watch as he turns and walks away.
You continue looking at some of the older pictures featuring the early tours where your relationship with Seunghyun took root.
You laugh to yourself thinking about it. Once the initial jitters of the ‘first time’ was out of the way, sex became a game of “when and where can we make this happen?” The YG rehearsal room closet, the back seat of a car, a utility closet in Japan, and then countless hotel rooms in between, no place was off limits.
Times were simpler then…You say quietly to yourself, as you head down the hallway towards the main studio.
synopsis: while bts is on tour in your city, you’re lucky enough to run into jungkook and jimin at the restaurant you worked at. as the eager and sweet fan you were, you kindly asked for an autograph and enthused them about attending their concert later that week. after giving you their autograph, a note and phone number is left for you to call.
wc: 10.4k
warnings: strictly 18+. threesome. dub con. oral sex, vaginal sex, light anal play, signing an nda, extremely filthy dirty talk, hard dom jimin, soft dom jungkook, subspace, submissive reader, teasing, dumbification, sex tapes, sadist behaviors, masochist behaviors, slapping, choking, alcohol influence, etc.
The dining room was close to empty. Outside of the kitchen staff and the two other waiters, you were the only person here. Leaning against a table, you had just finished cleaning. Only 2 booths were filled. Lunch time was roughly over as it was approaching 1pm. The bell to your restaurant rang and two masked men walked inside. Black masks and dark caps, with hoodies and black sweats adorning the two figures.
Your coworker, Sarah approached the men with an awkward smile. “Welcome in, table for 2?” she questioned as she pulled out two menus from the hostess stand. The men nodded their heads and followed her to their table calmly.
“All yours,” she whispered to you as she passed by, tapping your shoulder quickly. Your head jolted and faced the table in the corner by the window. You eyed the men eerily, trying to make out some type of image of what they may look like. You approached the table with a smile, pulling out your notepad and pen. “Hey guys, welcome in. I’m y/n, I'm gonna be serving you today,” you beamed with your best customer service voice.
The man to the right, with big doe eyes locked onto your figure. Sizing you up and down slowly, before tapping the table and whispering in Korean to get the attention of the other man. Blonde peeking through his cap, his eyes making their way to yours meeting your sweet gaze. Then, realization hit you. That was Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook of BTS. The group you’ve been stanning for years. The group you’ve been pulling overtime shifts at this dead restaurant to afford tickets to their concert this weekend. The group with only the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life, and 2 of them were right in front of your face.
You smiled. Hard. Your face grew hot, and there was a lump in your throat. You attempted to keep cool. They were here to eat, probably just landed from their flight. Only 3 days until their concert and today must’ve been their only day off before preparation.
“Ahem, we’re going to have two waters and two beers,” Jungkook spoke, his deep voice hitting your ears like a soft melodic tune. His voice was deeper than you thought. Once it registered that he was speaking to you, you quickly jotted down the request.
“T-two beers, and water, uhm okay,” you stammered. Nice way to keep your cool. Right...
A chuckle erupts from Jimin. Another quit statement in Korean is exchanged between the two men. “She must be army,” he mentions to Jungkook, receiving a quick nod in agreement. You didn’t know what they said. Not that it was your business, but it did make you nervous. You nodded your head before turning your heel and walking to the kitchen.
Your mind was racing and your heart was beating out of its chest. Jungkook and Jimin were in your city. In your restaurant. And you were their waitress. Literally, what did you do to deserve this luck? You knew you wanted to make an impression. A subtle one. Just making sure they had a nice warm meal, received amazing service, and of course asking for a quick autograph.
You walked back to their table with a tray filled with their beverages, setting them down with a kind smile. “Here are your beverages, are we looking to get any appetizers today? Nachos, mozzarella sticks, wings?”
The men removed their masks once the drinks hit the table. You almost gasped at the sight. It was really them. Truly them. God, they were beautiful. Their faces bare, lips plump, and eyes so enticing. Jimin smiled at you, thanking you for the beverages. Jungkook nodded his head, immediately taking a swig of his beer.
“The BBQ wings seem good. We’ll take that for our appetizers please,” Jimin asked. His eyes are focusing on yours. His dark orbs meet with your enamored ones. You stared for almost a second too long. “Wings, got it. Are you guys ready to order any entrees?” You questioned, scanning along the menu with them.
“Ah, the bacon burger, how do you like it?” Jungkook questioned his finger trailing along the menu. You cleared your throat quietly before thinking about it. “It’s really popular, and I order it sometimes on break if I’m really hungry, it’s kind of a lot,” you responded honestly. Your voice coming out meeker than you intended, but at least you didn’t stutter this time.
“Hyung, I'm gonna get that,” Jungkook mentioned to Jimin before closing his menu and handing it to you. You accepted the booklet with both hands and a smile. “Bacon burger meal, and for you Jimin?” You asked before dramatically covering your mouth.
His ears piqued at the calling of his name. A sly grin is given as he looks up to your embarrassed expression. “Told you, I knew she was army,” Jimin poked at Jungkook. Another cheeky grin reciprocated from him as well.
You were a bit flustered now. How could you have been dumb enough to say his name aloud? Fuck your life.
“I’m so so, so sorry, I didn’t want to bother you guys, I know how hard it is on tour, and I just wanted to give you guys good service- “you rambled profusely before hearing some shushing noise.
“It’s okay, you’ve been very respectful and kind since we’ve been here. No worries,” Jungkook assured, hushing you from your obviously frazzled self. “We love seeing army always, and we’re glad you’re the one serving us today,”
You sighed in relief. Your hand over your chest as if you were about to have a panic attack.
Jimin chuckled as he closed his menu and handed it to you. “I’ll take the steak sandwich and fries please. Thank you so much,” he placed his hand over his chest and bowed to you as you accepted the menu, bowing back. “I’ll make sure your orders are out as quick and fresh as possible,” you assured before turning away and speed walking to the kitchen, almost tripping on the way in.
After pacing around the back of the kitchen and waiting impatiently for the food, the dishes were finally ready. As you headed back to the table, the men were in deep conversation in their native tongue over their empty glasses of beer.
“BBQ wings, Bacon burger… and the steak sandwich with fries,” you announced, placing the dishes amongst the tables for the men to enjoy.
The kind men bowed their heads before you, taking in the meals. “I’ll be back later with your bill. Enjoy your meal,” you bid. The men gave you a small nod and smile while they began to dig into their food. On your way to the register, your manager came to you whilst you rang up their meals.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” he noted. “Do all our customers have to be cute to receive good service from you?” He sarcastically remarked, earning a scorning expression from you.
“They were kind, so I was kind back,” you blankly responded as you printed the receipt and took the pen from the counter.
“You know, if you kept this behavior up more with our clientele, I would be more willing to give you more shifts,” his rude remark pierced your ears. You hated Mr. Paul. He was stuck up, rude, and passive-aggressive always. You weren’t always the nicest waiter, but it was always because he annoyed you during your shifts.
Your plan was that after making the money back from the concert, you would quit and find a new job.
But life unfortunately isn’t always going according to plan, sometimes you had to sacrifice your sanity for an extra buck.
You walked back over to the table with the receipt and pen in hand, and the warmest smile you could conjure. To your surprise, the plates were almost completely empty. God, they must’ve been starved from that plane ride.
“Hi guys, no rush. Here’s your bill and a pen whenever you’re ready,” you sat the booklet down on the edge of the wooden top and began to compile the empty plates and glasses.
“Thank you for the amazing service,” Jimin remarked as he wiped his fingers clean from the sauce of the wings.
You nodded your head; arms filled with the dishes. “Of course, I’ll be back to have you guys out on your way”.
You walked back swiftly to the kitchen almost launching the ceramics into the sink, heading straight for your purse in the back where the employee lockers were. Rummaging to find anything, anything for them to sign. Not that you were owed an autograph, but God didn’t you want to try to get one.
Oddly enough, you found an OT7 photocard you’ve kept in your wallet for the past few years. It was a little rough around the edges, but it would work.
Heading back to their table, you picked up the checkbook and found a whopping amount of cash inside. Double the total that was owed.
“Oh- I think you guys read this wrong; this is too much-”
“It's all for you. Your tip,” Jungkook answered quickly, his boba eyes creasing with an assuring look of gratitude. “Please accept it. You’ve been so amazing,”
You wanted to collapse. This could easily be merch money, grocery money, enough to get you by for a few weeks. You bowed kindly, uttering jumbles of “thank you’s” for their kindness.
“I uhm, I know you guys have to go, but is it okay if you sign this for me?” you awkwardly asked as you pulled out your photocard, handing it to Jimin who sweetly took the image from you.
“Of course, are you coming out to the concert this weekend?” He asked as he picked up the pen that was still on the table, writing out his initials before handing it to Jungkook who did the same.
“Y-yes, both days. I worked so much overtime to try and get enough to go, and I just am so incredibly grateful to have the opportunity to see you guys. It was such an honor to serve you guys, I'm so happy you liked the food”
As you rambled, you failed to recognize that Jungkook was taking a significantly longer time to write his signature. A quick smirk was exchanged between the two men before Jungkook’s tatted hand handed you the photocard back.
“We can’t wait to see you then. We hope you enjoy the show,” he bid as they both rose from their seats and waved, heading towards the door. “Take care, thanks again y/n” Jimin wished, the pair exiting the restaurant as you waved timidly.
Your shoulders are relaxed, and a deep breath is released. They were gone, and immediately your heart fell. You couldn’t cry; that would be foolish. But you certainly weren’t happy about it.
You looked down at the photocard, eyes cascading over the printed words. Jimin and Jungkook's signature on your card. They knew your name. Fuck, they knew your name. They tipped you well. They thanked you for serving them. You should be ecstatic.
You flipped over the photocard, and your eyes widened like a deer in headlights, your knees shaking at what you seen. A phone number. A FUCKING phone number. “Text me” and a smiley face were written on the back.
You wanted to throw up, explode, die, and cry all at the same time. Jungkook had given you, his phone number.
Shit, what were you expected to do?
—
You were now lying in your bed, contemplating whether to hit the send button. You’d gotten off work 3 hours ago. Showered, ate, and cried. You were extremely overwhelmed. You met Jimin and Jungkook. They’d given you money. You spoke to them. And now possibly, was about to text Jungkook’s phone.
“Hi! I'm y/n from the restaurant today,”
Simple. Cute. To the point.
One question sat in your mind. Why did they give you their number? Sure, you were sweet but that wasn’t ground enough... you were just working. Not even at a small talk level of conversation.
You guess you were going to find out soon enough. Your thumb reluctantly hits the “send” option. You almost threw it. You were a nervous wreck as you waited for the response.
A ding hit.
You check the notification just to realize it's your friends, Alexis and Sam, asking about the concert arrangements for the 100th time. Meeting up, tickets, after party plans, the usual.
You scoffed at the disappointment. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t going to respond in 5 minutes; he was probably busy rehearsing or catching up on some well needed rest.
Before you could even respond to the mess of messages from your group chat, the unsaved number responded back.
“Hey! Hru? Before we continue, I need you to sign this file and send it back to me <3”
A link to a file was sent immediately after. You clicked the PDF and your eyes blankly stared at the document. A non-disclosure agreement PDF from Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin was lit up amongst your screens.
The agreement reads to never discuss the conversations or interactions that would take place from here on out with the artists. Not verbally. Not through social media. Not to anyone. Ever. It was a seal of privacy between the three of you.
“This isn’t real life,” you told yourself. No babes, it was real. You pinched yourself twice just to make sure. Your mind raced at the possibilities in store. You had a fucking NDA with Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin. If it was just casual conversation, why would they be suggesting you to sign one?
But you weren’t dumb. You knew exactly why. They wanted you the same way you wanted them.
Without another thought, you opened the file properly and placed your digital signature on the document before texting it back to him.
After a few moments, the speech bubbles graced your screen again.
“Perfect! So glad you signed baby,”
A flutter rang through your heart at the pet name. You were beginning to melt away at just the slightest sign of flirting. With the NDA being set in place, it was evident what they wanted. Clear as day.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t want to hear it from them.
“I’m your baby now, huh?”
You don’t know where this bold and cheeky side came from. However, you could only hope that it would entice them.
“Ofc darling. Now we can actually safely talk”.
“We can? Bout’ what?”
“When we came in today, me and Jimin thought u were so pretty. We thought about it while we ate, and we wanted to invite you to our hotel this weekend,”
Jaw agape, you couldn’t properly process the information you were being told. Two of the most handsome men alive thought that you were pretty. Fuck that. Not only were you pretty, but they wanted you. Shit, how could you even sit and process this alone?
“Oh, thanks so much <3 I obviously think you guys look great too, lol”
“Lol. Thanks sweetheart. We're gonna send you the info about the place soon. See u after the concert, okay?”
Okay? Like, this was set in stone? You were about to see BTS in concert, and then immediately after, link up with 2 of the members. And the fact was, you only had two full days to process this, as well as the fact that you weren’t allowed to speak about it.
“Sounds like a plan, see u there <3”
Jungkook responded with a heart, and that was it for the night.
Another ding came through your phone, opening it to see it was a message from Sam.
“Omg, are you ready to see Jimin??? His long hair, fuck I need him so baddd,”
You giggled before typing back your response.
“Lmfao yeah, def”
Shutting your phone off for the night, your heartbeat finally steadied for the first time all day. Allowing yourself to bask in your luck.
You silently prayed that everything would work out in your favor.
—
“Y/n fuck, its starting!” Alexis screamed as she pointed to the red hazy lights hitting the stage in front of you.
Your trio managed to bag some pretty decent seats for night 1 of your stop of the BTS tour. You could see the screen, and the floor seats clearly. As well as make out the little bodies of each member ahead of you.
Cheers and screams erupted in the stadium; you and Sam were waving your army bongs to the beat of Hooligan while Alexis recorded.
Each member was walking to the stage now, and you could clearly make out each one. V leads the line, then Suga, RM, Jin, J-hope. Finally, you seen the two men who you were looking forward to the most, Jimin and Jungkook. They fell in a position instantly. They looked unbothered, serious stone faced as if this were just another day to them.
For you, it was the complete opposite. You knew you were supposed to be ecstatic, but the impending feeling of being nervous infiltrated your system.
You couldn’t stay still; you couldn’t look at them for too long. Your heart was thumping, as if your chest was about to rupture. The loud screams of the stadium couldn’t even fog your thoughts.
Sam was screaming, holding your hand as she jumped up and down repeatedly.
Alexis couldn’t stabilize her hand enough to record a steady video.
You felt out of place, disoriented.
The beat finally dropped and the stadium erupted. You attempted to sing along and follow in suit with everyone else.
Your eyes lit up as Jungkook graced the screen, singing his iconic line to the song.
You were finally brought back down to Earth. This was real.
Shortly after, Jimin’s figure lit up on the screen as well. His hair flowing beautifully in the wind, his voice booming through the mic.
The fact that you’d been in contact with them over the past 48 hours still didn’t register to you. You still haven’t come up with a plan on how to ditch your friend's post-concert either. All you’d been worried about was your appearance tonight, making sure to shave and exfoliate everywhere, and pack your purse to the brim before leaving your house today. Your hair is perfectly styled, and your outfit is appropriate for whatever was to come afterwards. A short black mini dress. Sleeveless, adorned with red lace tights and black kitten heels.
You looked the part. On theme enough to look like you were simply ready to just enjoy a concert tonight. But sexy enough to show that other plans indeed followed afterwards.
The sets keep rolling through the night. Fake Love, Animals, Idol, all your favorites being played.
Now, it was time for the surprise songs of the night.
Sam was begging for Pied Piper, while Alexis begged for Wings. You would settle for anything. You loved the entire discography wholeheartedly and didn’t expect any disappointment. You looked up to the screen to see Jimin smirking at the crowd. “This song next, is dedicated to our beautiful army. You’re special, and this one here for is for you,”
Cheers sparked through the stadium as the first few notes for “House of Cards” began to play.
It was almost ironic. The sensuality building in a matter of moments as Jungkook began to sing the intro. Arguably one of the most sexually enticing songs in their discography being played live. Almost as if it were just for you.
Your friends were in shock at the choice, but not as much as you. That familiar feeling in your body ached again.
You noticed Jimin and Jungkook exchanging sly smirks amongst another on stage. They were cheeky. Most fans wouldn’t expect a thing, but you knew everything already. You couldn't help but think that they were referring to you.
No, you knew they were referring to you.
—
“And when Yoongi’s verse in Aliens came on, oh my god I almost dropped to my knees!” Sam yapped as you three exited the stadium back to the parking lot.
The concert is over and boy, did you have a ball? After your mini-panic attacks, of course.
“Did you see how Namjoon looked at the crowd though? I know this afterparty finna be turnt,” Alexis chimed in as she made her way to her car who was parked next to yours.
You opened the door and feigned a sullen look. “My feet are really killing me in these heels; I don’t think Imma make it tonight” you fake winced as you opened the door. The girls looked at you with furrowed brows of confusion.
“The fuck, you didn’t say anything about your feet hurting before?” Alexis pointed out as she stared at your feet. “Who wears heels to a BTS concert anyways?” Sam inquired.
You shrugged and sat in your vehicle, not allowing anymore room for questions. “I’m sorry, I'll know for tomorrow night’s show I just can’t today,” you pouted as you closed the door and turned on the ignition.
You rolled down your window and waved to your friends. “I have to try to beat traffic and go home asap before my feet actually fucking fall off, I'll catch you tomorrow”
Alexis dropped the situation, waving off to you as she entered her driver's seat.
Sam still wasn’t buying the act, but she didn’t argue. Maybe you did have something better to do than go clubbing with your friends. She didn’t bother intruding.
Once you settled in your car, a string of dings reached your line.
Not texts, a call.
You rolled up your window immediately and picked it up with a sweet tone.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby,”
The voice of honey graced your ears. It was Jimin. He sounded slightly out of breath, completely expected since he was just dancing his heart out for the past 3 hours.
“Hi! Jimin, oh my god it’s good to hear your voice. The concert was so amazing,” you perked, beginning to back out of the parking lot as you put the phone on the speaker.
He chuckled softly on the line. “Glad you enjoyed it. Did you like the surprise song?”
Your heart almost skipped a beat as you bit your lip, thinking about how enticing it was hearing House of Cards, let alone knowing the fact that it was for you to be confirmed now.
“Loved it, think it really sets the tone for tonight,” you assured, your voice going almost quiet.
“Definitely, are you on the way to the hotel? Me and Jungkook can’t wait to see you baby,”
His voice was almost a low growl; you could tell something was working him up. You prayed it was just the thought of you.
“Yes, traffic is gonna be hell, but it’ll be worth it to see you,”
Jimin released a low sigh into the mic. Your thighs clenched at the hushed noise as you drove off into the bustling street.
“Get here soon babe, don’t know how long we can hold off before seeing you,”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, see you” you bid.
“See you soon love,”
The line cuts.
—
You don’t usually drive like a barbarian but tonight was an exception. As safely, but as swiftly as you could, you swerved through traffic with vigor.
The hotel was about 50 minutes out, and you somehow managed to make it there in 30 minutes.
You parked near the exit of the hotel between some trees and a dim light. You sat in your car for an additional 10 minutes, freshening up with some wipes, lotion, deodorant, and sealing the deal with a sweet perfume and your favorite lip gloss.
Just from the outside alone, you could see that this hotel was at the next level. Outside was beautiful. Fountains, valet parking, flowers with names you couldn’t pronounce cascading in the bushes. Beautiful, paved-parking lot and a cobblestone pathway surrounding the building.
Jungkook sent you a text a few moments ago with instructions. “Enter through the back door, one of our security guards will let you in and bring you to our floor.” Simple.
After taking a few deep breaths and turning off your phone's location, you stepped out your vehicle with your purse. Locking the car door and swiftly walking to the back entrance like instructed.
You walked towards the glass door, just to be met with a buff man dressed in all black with a walkie talkie. He eyed you up and down momentarily. “Name?” His gruff voice erupted.
You stammered. “Y-y/n”. As if you were unsure about your own name.
He said something into the walkie-talkie. Of course, in Korean. Momentarily, a deep voice huffed through the speaker of the walkie-talkie. You made it out to be Jungkook’s.
The man signaled his fingers, instructing you to follow him. You did. Swiftly getting into the elevator as he pressed the button for the top floor.
The ride was quiet and almost eerie. He didn’t speak to you, ask about your night, nothing. Just faced forward until the elevator came to a halt, the doors opening to an empty hall cascaded with warm lights and ceramic décor. The wallpaper was old-timey, laced with gold eccentric designs on a cream canvas.
“Room 610, to the right,” the man alerted before closing the elevator door, right as you were about to thank him. They should do better with the security they hire in your humblest opinion.
You furrowed your brows as you timidly searched for the room number. Your fingers made way to your phone, reading the instructions they gave you once more as you reached your destination. They said to knock twice once you arrived.
The door was plain, didn’t stick out compared to any of the other doors in the hall. The only difference was that the suite was tucked away in the furthest corner of the building, as expected. You brought your fist upslowly, knocking shyly twice. Just like they had asked. You nervously gripped your purse, eyes scanning your surroundings. It wasn’t the smartest idea to head to a hotel completely alone on the opposite side of town at midnight. But hey, for BTS you were willing to do arguably worse.
To your surprise, the door opened quickly. Extremely quickly actually, Jungkook stood behind the threshold, hair damp with grey sweats and a white tank. Freshly showered with an excited grin on his face. “Y/n! You’refinally here!” He cheered sweetly, stepping aside to signal you in.
Surprisingly, your nerves were calm for the first time that night. His tone was welcoming and warm. You were grounded in reality; it felt, just by his shockingly comforting presence. You returned the smile and stepped inside, removing your heels at the entrance.
“Hi! Yeah, I made sure to get here as soon as I could, I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting. Knowing you’re busy and all,”
“You’re too sweet love,” Jungkook said as he closed the door behind you. His body followed yours naturally, taking your hand and leading you to the living space of the room. The suite was huge, and much more luxurious than you could fathom.
Looked more like a full-fledged luxury apartment than a hotel. When did hotels come with full functioning kitchens, living rooms, laundry rooms, balconies, and chandeliers?
Your eyes scanned the space as he led you to the white velvety sofa, sitting down on the empty cushion, patiently waiting for you to take your seat.
“Jimin is in the shower still. You know the pretty boy needs to take a minimum of an hour to just get ready for bed,” he chuckled as his hands aimed at the coffee table in front of you. It was scattered with bottles of dark whiskey and shot glasses. Seeming like the bottle had already been dug into.
“Shot?” Jungkook asked as he lifted an empty glass to you. You meekly nodded, accepting the offer as your eyes finally latched back to his figure. He was buff. Of course you knew that. But in reality, his muscles looked like they were hand drawn and sculpted. They looked firm. God did you wanna touch them.
Jungkook handed you the glass filled with dark liquid and toasted it to you. “Cheers!” He smirked. “Cheers!” you repeated, cocking your head back and downing the alcohol as smoothly as your throat allowed.
You scorned at the burning taste, only to receive a small chuckle from the man next to you. “Too strong?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question. “Just not so much used to whiskey,” you assured setting the glass down. “Ah, more of a mixed drinks kind of girl?” He questioned, his hand leaving the glass and now comfortably resting on your clothed thigh. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sudden touch. “Y-yeah, I like margaritas, and such,” you timidly responded; trying your best to keep your eyes focused on him.
“Ah. Pretty drinks for a pretty girl, I guess,” he mused. A small nervous chuckle erupted from you. His compliments were pure, a little corny, but it affected you the same. After a few moments of small talk, a hardly clothed Jimin came from what you assumed to be the door to his room. Topless, his tattoos were completely on display as black gym shorts hung lowly around his waist. Tom Ford boxers to compliment.
His cheery expression shined as he noticed you were finally here. “Our guest is finally here, how are you darling?” He questioned his body sitting next to yours on the sofa as he came to wrap his arms around your smaller frame. The embrace warm and tight, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you returned the hug. “You smell nice too princess,”
“Thank you Jimin, i’m wonderful how’re you?” You responded, pulling back for a moment to comfortably look at him as you engaged in the conversation.
“I’m great now that you’re here sweetheart. Jungkook didn’t try to get you too drunk before I came did he?” He joked, his index finger and thumb latching under your chin comfortably, aiming your face to look directly into his.
Your cheeks warmed at the touch and your eyes averted down to your hands. A slow shake of the head followed with a gentle grin. “N-no, just only had one shot. Was waiting for you,”
Jimin kept his sly grin and eyes focused on your timid expression. Your shyness was adorable to him. Seeing how easily he could make you weak was one of the primary reasons he chose to stay in contact with you. He adored your desperation to remain humble and respectful to him and Jungkook. You weren’t like other army. Not to them. They valued your true will to engage with them kindly and respect the ground that they walked on.
And for that, you deserved the reward they had in store for you.
Jungkook shifted behind you, sitting closer to your body almost skin to skin on the couch. He handed the bottle of whiskey to Jimin and placed his hand on the swell of your hips. Head placed over your shoulder, leaning into you.
“She doesn’t like whiskey Jiminnie, said it’s too strong,” Jungkook told the elder man, his eyes staring down at your thighs flushed against your lace tights.
“Aww, that’s no fun. I wanted you to celebrate tonight with us properly,” Jimin feigned a pout. His lips connect to the bottle, taking a harsh swig of the liquid.
Heat erupted in your face, guilt filling your chest as you heard what you thought was disappointment in his tone. “No, we can celebrate! I just have to get used to it. But I like strong drinks, I like what you give me,” you flustered out your explanation as believable as you could. You didn’t mind drinking, especially with them. You trusted them. Even if it meant drinking something you weren’t a fan of, they hosted this for you. They wanted to share it with you. And you felt you were in no place to deny anything they wanted to give you.
Exactly what Jimin and Jungkook expected of you.
Jimin’s smile returned as he took the bottle from his lips, swallowing the drink. “That’s a good girl, so kind and willing,” his thumb stroked your bottom lip. “Open up princess,” he instructed.
You did. The moment you did, you cocked your head back, allowing Jimin to pour the harsh liquid down your throat. Your face scrunched up at the taste but inevitably you swallowed all of it. It was definitely more than just a shot he poured, but you let it slide. It was a celebration tonight. A celebration that you hope eventually led you into getting fucked that night. And honestly, who wasn’t down for a little bit of drunk sex?
“Good girl sweetheart,” Jungkook cooed behind your ear, his hand grazing up down and your thighs and hips, toying with your tights. “Wore this for us tonight? Or was this your concert outfit?” He inquired curiously. Your breath was a bit unsteady from the mix of alcohol and the sudden touches. “B-both,” you answered.
Jimin sucked in a breath as his own hand began running down your tights. His eyes stare at the top of your dress, resting at your collarbones. “Ah, that’s not fair. Everyone seen you in this outfit then, it’s not just for us then, is it?” Jimin asked rhetorically. His hands tugging rougher at the material of your tights, ripping at them harshly exposing your skin.
You whimpered at the sudden sound, looking down at your now ruined cloth. “Don’t pout baby, it’s just not fair is it. That we were the last ones to see you in your pretty outfit? How about you let us see what’s underneath it, hm?” Jungkook suggested, his hand now cupping your chin to make your eyes face him. Distracting you as Jimin tore into your apparel.
“You read what the paper said right love?” Jungkook asked, thumb stroking your cheek softly. You nodded. You did know what the NDA said. You don’t know exactly which part he was referring to, but you hoped he would answer that for you.
“Good girl. You’re ours tonight, right? And you’re gonna be good and keep what happens between us?” He whispered, pulling your lips closer to him as he spoke. “Yes Jungkook,” you responded breathlessly. He smirked, sealing your deal with a quick, messy kiss. You melted into it. His hand snaked around you, gripping your throat tightly as he held you in it.
Jimin finally had your tights torn off. Your body con dress hem was now in his grasp, roughly tugging it down and allowing it to pool at your feet. You were now exposed in just your black lingerie set. Black panties and strapless black bra, lace and bows adorning the material. Jimin bit his lip as he looked down at you, eyes sizing every inch of your body before his.
Jungkook pulled away from the kiss and had a glance for himself. His eyes were hazy and low, staring at each and every curve on you. His hands trailed your waist, while Jimin’s were flush against your thighs. “At least we can only see this part of you, right baby?” Jimin questioned.
You nodded, biting your lips. Even though you expected to end up naked at some point tonight, you didn’t imagine it like this. It was vulgar. Jimin’s gaze darkened suddenly. “Hey. When we ask you a question, you use your words and speak. Understand?”
Where did that come from? You’ve never imagined Jimin to use such a tone with you. It wasn’t rude, but it was stern like a lecture. You gulped, eyes meeting him. “Yes sir, I apologize,”
“Aw Jimin, don’t scare her too much. She probably didn’t expect this from us,” Jungkook cooed, his lips meeting the shell of your ear, placing a tender kiss beneath it.
Jimin wasn’t having it. “She expected something. Coming to our place dressed the way she is, like we were bound to fuck her. Doing everything, we say, such an easy slut, aren’t you?” Jimin growled, leaning against you, lips achingly close to yours.
Your vision was blurry. The alcohol setting in finally making you more sensitive than usual. The flurry of embarrassment, guilt, drunkenness, and horniness was striking you like a drum. The feeling of their hands encapsulating your body added to the stir of emotions. Jungkook was right; you didn’t expect all of this. But you certainly didn’t want to push it away. You craved them, and you would do anything to have them. You needed to make them proud.
A slap hits your bare thigh causing you to wince. “Didn’t I just say that you answer us when we ask you a question?” Jimin repeated; his brows furrowed and jaw tightening. “i’m sorry, I am. I am a slut for you, I'll do anything you say,” you whimpered out, a tear brimming at your eye.
Jimin then rubbed the area he’d slapped, shushing your winces. “That wasn’t hard now was it baby?” He asked, placing a soft kiss against the red flesh.
You knew better than to not answer now. “It wasn’t hard, i’m sorry. I was stupid for not answering,” you responded, head drooping as you watched him pepper kisses against you. Jungkook pecked your cheeks a few times. “You’re not stupid baby. Just need some training, right? Never be trained before hm?”
No, you hadn’t. Of course you had a little rough sex before, but never spanking. Never having to respond to questions. Never two men at once. Nothing of this caliber. “No sir,” you answered, earning a small hum of approval from him.
“Good girl, already using manners and we didn’t have to tell you too. Such a sweet baby,” Jungkook praised, his hands reaching towards your tits, squeezing at the buds beneath your bra. You bit back a moan, humming slightly at the feeling. His large tight grip was enough to cause your mind to calm and zone out from your worries.
Jimin came up from kissing your thigh, grabbing the bottle of whiskey once more and taking another harsh sip, except this time he didn’t swallow. He grabbed your chin, pulling your face close to him and shoving your mouth open with his thumb. He came close, spilling the liquid into your mouth. Thankfully, you were coherent enough to drink it and not choke from the sudden action. This time round, the whiskey wasn’t as harsh and scorching. You smoothly took it down in one gulp.
“Good girl,” Jimin praised, watching you intently. His eyes softened at your behavior, kissing your lips once you finished. “Good girls take whatever their daddies give them, right baby?” He whispered against your glistening lips, barely giving you enough space to respond.
“Yes sir, take whatever daddy gives,” you slurred. God you were already in deep, between the drunkenness and their established dominance, you were slipping into a deep space of no return. Going completely under their control just like they wanted. “Take whatever he gives baby? Think you can take this dick? It’s what you wanted all along hm?” Jimin asked, his hand gripping the growing bulge beneath his shorts. It was huge. Your eyes lazily looked down to watch him palm himself, shooting open like a deer in headlights.
“I’m not sure,” you answered too honestly. It was intimidating. You didn’t know exactly how big Jimin was yet, but it was shocking from what you’ve seen already. All he could do was laugh. Not a cute reassuring laugh. A laugh indicating insult towards you.
“Oh, come on, I'm supposed to believe that a slut like you can’t take dick properly?”
The words should sting. They should be offensive. But oddly all the words did was send a gushing sensation between your legs. You were embarrassingly wet at the encounter. His words were filthy and derogatory, but you were too blinded by sexual tension to acknowledge it.
Jimin mutters something to Jungkook in their native tongue, and briefly afterwards, Jungkook lifts up from the couch, his hands moving away from your body. He stood up, walking towards the bedroom with an excited grin.
You pouted at the loss of comfort from him, honestly a bit nervous about being left alone with Jimin. “Don’t worry angel, he’ll be right back,” he softened, eyeing your sullen expression. He leaned his head against the arm of the sofa and laid his back against the cushion, patting his leg signaling you to ease closer.
You did. You sat on your knees between his legs on the sofa, looking down at the bulge, peaking from his shorts. “You’re gonna suck me, right? Make me feel good princess?” He asked, a lingering gaze stuck on you.
As you opened your mouth to answer, Jungkook came back with what appeared to be a camcorder. Your mouth gaped, eyes darting between the men and the camera nervously.
“Don’t worry baby, it’s for our eyes only. Nobody gets to this but us remember?” Jungkook assured as he pressed his eye to the screen, a red light appearing near the lenses to showcase that the camcorder was indeed recording. “You know Jimin doesn’t like being patient love. Give him what he wants now,”
You nodded. Leaning your head down, lips grazing against the soft material of his shorts. You were still a bit dizzy. Light from the alcohol. But, still grounded. Enough at least. Your mind grew fuzzier as you slipped the waistband of his shorts off along with his boxers. A red-hot tip peeking out, his member springing out against your lips. A long drag of moans escaped Jimin’s lips as he eyed you, waiting for you to take him all in.
Your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and slipped it into your throat slowly. You fisted whatever you couldn’t fit and bobbed your head up and down. The noises were lewd and wet, filling the room. Jungkook hissed behind the camera, making sure to record every moment of this. Zooming in on your lips covered in spit. Jimin’s hand snaked around the back of your throat, holding you close to his shaft barely giving you space to breathe.
“Baby,” Jimin sighed, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Can’t you take more than that? Don’t use your hands, just use your mouth,” he grunted, waiting for you to obey.
Your brows furrowed, barely comprehending exactly what he wanted. You moved your hands and allowed them to rest on his thighs but slowly took in more of his length. The rhythm was slow and aching, driving him up a wall.
Jungkook shakily held the camera as he began to palm himself at the sight, taking low grunts as he stroked his cock to the pace of the head you were giving.
Jimin couldn’t take it. It was too slow and safe for his liking, and you were just barely fitting half of his cock.
“Why don’t you fucking listen?” he growled, pushing your head fully down, causing you to gag harshly on his cock. His hips rutted vigorously into the back of your throat. Tears blurred your vision and rough pants escaped your mouth. “Thought you were a good slut? What’re you good for if you can’t take dick huh? Can’t please us properly? Fuck- you’re so warm,” he cursed, head thrown back in bliss at your struggle.
Jungkook fisted himself faster, watching your tears run freely as choking noises graced the air. His own release nearing. “Pretty girl you’re almost there, make him cum so we can reward you honey,” Jungkook encouraged, setting the camera on the table. Propping it up so it could get a proper angle of all 3 of you perfectly.
Your mouth was so full. Your cheeks red hot. All you could do was hum and try your best to breathe properly whilst pleasing Jimin. Your tongue swiped around the shaft as you inched further down the length, his cock completely covered by you as he neared release.
“Ah- good girl. Gonna cum for you, all in your pretty mouth. Shit-“Jimin warned, pulling you off his cock swiftly, you coughed at the release attempting to catch your breath. “Stick your tongue out,” he instructed as his fist met his cock profusely stroking it as hard as he could.
You stuck your tongue out, eyes locking in on him as you waited for the inevitable. Hot sticky spurts of cum splattered on your pink tongue, dripping down your lips and chin as he messily released.
“Don’t spit it out, swallow all of it. Show the camera,” he sternly instructed. His eyes burning a hole in your face as he watched you do so. You swallowed the salty liquid and opened your mouth to show the camera once you finished doing so.
Jimin smirked to himself, cupping your face softly. “You did so well baby, you’re gonna help Jungkook feel good now, aren’t you?”
You nodded eagerly, excited to please Jungkook as well. You enjoyed your moment with Jimin, but you’ve hardly had a proper moment with Jungkook yet. You knew he’d deserve to feel as good as you both did.
Jungkook slipped his sweats and Calvin's off before sitting on the opposite edge of the couch, head against the arm rest pumping his shaft. “Don’t go too fast baby, i’m already so sensitive just by watching you,”
You smirked at the confession. He was already close from watching you. It filled your ego, but you didn’t want it to go to your head. Especially knowing that at any moment, they could bring it down once again.
You faced opposite now, on your knees, back arched as you leaned down to replace Jungkooks hand and stroke his cock for him. A low groan leaves his mouth as he watches, not rushing for a single moment.
Your ass is now poked up towards Jimin, who takes the opportunity for himself to pull your drenched panties off your waist and to the floor, amongst your dress and torn tights. He hummed at the sight of your glistening pussy before him, his finger sliding into the warm pink hole. You moaned softly at the feeling, trying your best to focus on what was ahead of you. Pleasing Jungkook.
Jungkooks eyes were locked onto your pretty face, while Jimin’s finger slipped deep into your core. “Don’t get distracted now darling. Suck Jungkook off like he wants,” Jimin instructs, laying a harsh smack against your soft ass.
“Mmph!” You shrieked. You bit back your curses and leaned down against Jungkooks cock, finally taking it all in your mouth. No hands. Just like Jimin had instructed you to do to him. Jungkooks hips slowly rose as his groans became louder and louder. His hand tangled in the strands of your hair. Gently. Holding you down as he rutted into your sore throat.
“Shit!” He cursed as his speed picked up. He didn’t want to be rough with you. Not right now. Not after Jimin brutally fucked your throat, but you made it hard for him. Your obedience. Your sweetness. It was all perfect grounds for him to want to ruin you. “So good to us aren’t you princess? Huh? You’re so good for daddy? Gonna take this dick just like he asked?” Jungkook's profuse use of dirty talk was enough to get you off, let alone mixed in the combo of Jimin’s fingers fucking into you, you were in heaven.
You hummed ‘mhm’ around Jungkooks cock, doing your best to keep a steady flow as you continued sucking him away.
Jimin then slid in another finger into your cunt. Watching as slick coated his fingers as you took them in with each pump. His eyes lingered at your taut asshole. He smirked at himself before deciding to lick it. His lips smacked against the pretty hole, tongue rubbing deep around the rim as he sucked the tight skin.
Loud, pornographic moans escaped your mouth, vibrating against Jungkooks sensitive cock. His eyes squeezing tight at the pleasure he felt a tight clench in his lower abdomen. The feeling of your ass being sucked was indescribable. Jimin’s pouty lips and skilled tongue against such a sensitive spot was hitting you in the right places. It slowed down your pace with Jungkook, but you couldn’t help it. The feeling is overwhelming.
“Cumming, take it. Fuck take it all- take my cum baby,” Jungkook moaned loudly, pushing your head flush against his bare cock as spurts of his climax trickled down your throat.
Moans of relief filled the air from you and Jungkook, his eyes trailing to the camera with a smirk as you slipped away from his length. Loud breathy moans flowed from you as Jimin kept at it, two fingers ramming into your cunt while his tongue devoured your asshole.
Jungkook watched hazily at the sight, seeing you fall apart in his lap. Your head still dangerous close to his semi-hard cock, watching you slip into the blissful state. “Look at you sweet girl, can’t even talk it feels so good?” Jungkook questioned as he strummed your flushed cheek. You nodded, your eyes tight and lip caught between your teeth as you hold back your screams.
Jimin’s pace rapidly increased. His mouth making out with your hole as your cunt clenched around his fingers, chasing your high.
“You should ask Jimin if you can cum darling, i’m sure he wouldn’t want you cumming without permission,” Jungkook suggested. His eyes glued to your fucked out face. He was enamored with your expression. The sounds you were making before them were music. An enticing melody that they wanted to replay over and over again.
“Please, may I cum please!” you plead to the man behind you, loud whimpers following. “Please Jimin, need you,”
Jimin smirked against your skin, gripping your ass as steadied your shaking body. “You may, sweet girl,” he allowed tongue diving back to its rightful spot.
You shrieked as your high came, a loud moan and curse came about as your thighs shakes for the men. Jungkook watched you come undone with loving eyes, his smile never fading as you shook uncontrollably from the pleasure. They watched as your heat dripped with release, Jimin scooping up your cum and toying with it.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, slurping away at your secretion, humming at the taste. “So sweet, just like we expected,” he smirked, pulling away from you, allowing you to collapse against Jungkooks bare body.
He caught you, pulling you flush against his skin, taking you in a warm embrace. “How’re you feeling honey?” Jungkook asked softly, strumming the pieces of hair on your face.
“Fine,” you breathed. You panted softly against his broad chest. Your eyes drawn to the camera on the table, still recording.
“Oh baby, you’re not giving up so soon, are you?” Jimin pouted, coming to the side of the couch standing in front of you and Jungkook. “We still have to fuck you baby, remember what we said right?”
You remembered. Memory crystal. “I-I take whatever daddy gives me…” you responded softly, earning a hum of approval from Jimin. “See. I knew you could be smart,” he teased, his hand ruffling your hair.
He sat on the edge of the couch once again. Legs spread as he stroked his rising cock. His eyes hazily gazing at the sight of you and Jungkook. “Fuck her from her behind. Need to see that pretty fucked-out face of hers,” Jimin instructed to the younger male, his opposite hand reaching for the bottle of whiskey once more. Taking a swig before his show began.
Jungkook chuckled, tapping your ass softly. “All fours baby, you’re gonna be good, right? Take it like we said?” He asked as he began to sit up himself. “Don’t wanna disappoint us now. Not when you’ve been so good honey,”
Be a good girl. That’s all you wanted to do. Please them. Listen to them. Make them proud.
You nodded and turned around, facing Jimin and placing your weak body on all fours. You shyly met his gaze, your eyes darting between his face, the ground, and his dick.
“Eyes up here slut. Need you to watch me jerk off to you. You know you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna see how much you turn daddy on?” he said as his grip tightening hard on his shaft.
“Yes, need to see,” you barely made out before you felt Jungkook slowly insert himself deep. Very deep. His whole length inside of you in one swift motion. You both moaned in unison at the stretch. “Fuck, you fit like a glove. Like you’re made for this dick sweetheart,” he cursed, throwing his head back before he started his hasty sharp thrusts.
You clenched at the sensation, mind completely taken over with the pleasure immersing through you. Your jaw slacked, uncontrollably moaning from the feeling. He was hitting you just the right spot. Deep, and rough. His hands clasped on your hips, his hips moved in a beautiful rhythm against your ass. His eyes never leave the sight in front of him.
Jimin bit his lip grunting at the squeeze he had on his shaft. Watching you fall apart for Jungkook stirred something in him. You were hot, undeniably. He loved to see you fall apart and submit to his orders, even if it was embarrassing for you, you didn’t argue. He adored it. You would go out of your way to submit to him.
Jungkook was in heaven. From the moment he’d seen you in the restaurant, he desired you. Your angelic behavior towards them alongside your respectful demeanor turned him on more than any model, porn star, or anyone else could. Your natural genuine desire for them was admirable. You deserved tonight. They deserved to ruin you. In a way, he was proud to be the one to do so.
Jimin’s gaze never faltered on you. Your eyes were glued to one another, as if you were afraid to break contact. You moaned both of the men’s names constantly. Jungkook’s thrusts didn’t slow down; his grip didn’t soften. He kept your body flush against his as his rock-hard cock drilled your puffy hole. “Feel so good, so glad you’re fucking me daddy,” you confessed with a cry.
Jungkooks deep chuckle could be heard. He leaned against your back, gripping your neck from behind and forcing you against his body. His thrusts deepen at the new angle as you attempted to keep contact with Jimin. “Yeah, so glad i’m in control? This is what you always wanted, huh? Your biases to fuck you like you belong to them?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. His thrusts are still deep but losing the steady pace. Deep and messy, his release neared.
Jimin moaned at the sight. The beautiful, yet filthy sight. You were a mess. Sweat dripping, eyes hazy, drool pooling at your mouth. He knew the only thing on your mind was them. Being used by them. Fuck, did it turn him on.
“Yes please, I wanna cum now please. I love this, love you inside of me. I love you both, please,” you profusely begged like a baby. Your mind blanks as the words fell out without a second thought. Jimin nodded his head to Jungkook, allowing for you the release you craved.
Jungkook kissed your ear, the smacking noise and wet tongue setting you over the edge as your climax shocked through your body. “We love you too sweet girl, go ahead and cum for us,” Jungkook encouraged, watching you convulse against him, holding your waist with his tatted arm. You screamed. Your second release of the night gushing out.
Jungkooks grunts were gruff and hoarse as his climax reached as well, his thrust faltering as he stayed inside you, cumming hard into your poor cunt. Curses rang in the air between both of you, before Jimin catches your limp body as you collapsed against him.
Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching both of your secretions pool between your thighs. He sat down against the arm rest, chest panting and cheeks red as a tomato.
Jimin held you close, shushing you as small sniffles erupted from you.
The sex was good. Too good. Your tears were joyous and they knew that, but it didn’t stop them from comforting you afterwards and asking if you were okay, which you assured them you were.
After your tears silenced, Jimin pecked your forehead and strummed your back. His cock still rock solid beneath you. “Do you think you can go one more round for me love?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with hope awaiting your answer.
You smiled genuinely at the request. “Of course,” you assured, receiving one more kiss from him. Jungkook was calm from his high. His eyes watched as you two maneuvered along the couch. You lying on your back as Jimin prepared to fuck you missionary.
Jungkook stood up, grabbing his camcorder and aiming at the perfect angle where it captured your body beneath Jimin’s. Legs open as one of his arms held your hips while the other clutched your wrists above your head.
Jimin inserted himself into you. Slowly. Moaning as he slid inch by inch into your soft walls. You whimpered as you were still completely soaked and sensitive from the orgasms from earlier in the night. It felt like your pussy had a heartbeat of its own, throbbing consistently throughout the night.
Once Jimin bottomed out, his thrusts were shallow and slow, he wanted to take his time fucking you and you could tell. Jungkook blushed behind the camera. A flustered horny mess as he watched his best friend fuck you sensually. “Hyung, you can give her more than that. She can take it,” he whined selfishly, wanting more for his own pleasure.
Jimin smirked, looking down at your disheveled face. “Is that right sweetheart? You want more? Not enough for you?” He repeated, waiting for your answer before he decided for you.
You processed what Jungkook was saying. And to be honest, he wasn’t wrong. You could take more; you’d take anything they wanted you to. You wanted more, especially if it meant getting them off. “Fuck me harder, I can take it,” you assured nodding your head vigorously, wrapping your ankles around Jimin’s small, chiseled waist.
He bit his lip and wasted no time before quickening his pace, rapidly fucking you. Skin slapping quickly became the most prominent sound in the room again. Jungkook zoomed in on your cunt, recording you swallow Jimin’s cock whole while his thrusts were long and deep. “This sweet pussy is all ours huh? Never gonna forget how good we fucked you baby?” Jimin spoke, his hand that held your waist, now lifting your thigh over his shoulder as he reached deeper into your G-spot.
You gasped for air as the new angle penetrated deeper. “Never! It’s all yours, belong to both of you daddy,”
Jimin’s cock twitched inside you at your words, his climax climbing quicker than he wanted it to. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Feel so fucking good, sweet baby,” he praised, mewling at the sensation. Jungkooks cock was gripped in his hand; he squeezed indecently preventing his own cum to leak out. “Shit, you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow aren’t you y/n?” Jungkook asked as he took another step closer to your face, his cock hovering over it.
The sight of his cocked filled your eyes and shook your head in response. “No sir, you guys fucked me too good,”
“That’s right angel, fucked you so good that all your pretty brain can think about is us,” Jungkook responded as he stroked himself faster to the sight of you.
Jimin’s grunts were deep, and his words faltered at the tongue as his end was near. He slowed down moments afterwards, leaning against the crook of your neck as he took in your scent. Deep kisses fell amongst your neck. “Bout to cum baby, take it all for me,” he confessed, thrusting a few more times before you felt your hole fill with the warm liquid.
“Jimin! Fuck!” you screamed as your own high too combusted around his cock, spilling between your thighs and smacking against his.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Jungkook cursed as thick white ropes shot from his slit onto your sweaty face, painting you in his own release.
All three of you were breathless fucked-out messes. Jimin collapsing against your sweaty chest as you wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to lie against you as he caught his breath.
Jungkook shut off the camcorder, placing it on the coffee table running a finger through his hair. “Are you two, okay?” He asked, looking below, watching you two nod your heads and pant. “Princess, was that too much?” Jimin wondered, his head lifting up to look at you. Scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty.
You shook your head. “Was so perfect, I loved it so much,” you answered honestly, giving them a golden smile as your eyes closed. Relaxing in the warm embrace of Jimin.
Your heartbeat slowed and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep afterwards.
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The next morning, you’re in a white linen bed, sandwiched between Jimin and Jungkook.
Your eyes scanned the room; it looks like you finally made it to the bedroom after all. You looked to your left; the men were kind enough to have plugged your phone up for the night and folded your dress on the counter.
And to your right, a sleeping Jungkook. Mouth half open as he snored peacefully in his rest.
You shuffled a bit in the bed, trying to get an aim at what time it was before you felt movement next to you. Jimin.
His messy bed hair and tired gaze met you, a warm smile and hand pulling you close to his chest. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered quietly with his husky morning voice.
“Good morning,” you replied quietly, leaning against his bare chest.
Your eyes found the clock, reading that it was 6am. Surprised that you were naturally awake at this time, you sighed once you realized that you would have to leave soon.
Jimin held you tighter. “Planning on going so soon?” He whispered against your hair, strumming your shoulder gently.
“Have to. You have a show to prepare for all day,” you answered honestly. A small frown tugging at the side of your lips.
“You’re gonna be there for tonight’s show, right?” he recalled quietly, his voice was still groggy but his tone warm and sincere.
You nodded. You did have tickets for tonight, and you were more than excited and blessed to have the opportunity to attend.
“Then we’ll see you again tonight, babygirl,”
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a/n: its finally out!! repost, tag, like and share ur thoughts on the fic! see u all next time love bugs <3
choi san and his humongous breeding kink. he takes this shit seriously. he runs the tightest program known to man trying to knock you up. he has an app that tracks your cycle and he checks it everyday religiously — regardless of the fact that he's got it memorized.
when you're ovulating, god help your soul. he has you in the meanest positions possible all while he's practically praying for his seed to take root inside of you. folding you in half is always a good option, pillow shoved under your hips to help him hit deeper. missionary is fun, doggy style even more so. every position in the book, just to keep things interesting.
his favorite has to be taking you full nelson, feet bouncing as he fucks his thick inches up into your messy cunt. kissing your shoulder as he uses you like an oversized cocksleeve; pulling you up and down, he moans, "c'mon baby, make me a daddy."
Do not read if you don’t wanna hear my freak ass rant about her husband. You’ve been warned.
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• 𝄞 𓍢ִ 𝒹om!lix ❤︎ 𝒻em!reader ༘⋆
in which 𓂃 felix wakes you up with tea and his cock inside of you !
sunlight peeked through your window and lit the room with a soft glow. a mug sat on the small table next to your bed, forgotten, and soft moans filled the room.
“you’re doing so well, angel.” felix whispered while having two of his fingers deep in your cunt, stretching you out, while his other hand played with your breast.
your squirmed at his touch, “p-please,” you whined, grabbing his wrist between your legs, urging him to go faster.
he chuckled, removing his fingers from your pussy and replacing them with the tip of his cock. he teased your clit, running the head of his leaky cock over your puffy folds.
“lix, please just—oh fuck,” you moaned as he finally pushed in. your back arched off the bed and your hands fisted in the sheets.
when he bottoms out, he doesn’t move. “would you look at that..” he says, lightly moving his fingers over your stomach.
your eyes open at his words and you see the bulge in your tummy. he presses his thumb down on it and smirks when you moan—you feel so close already.
“hnggh—lixiee,” you cried, fingers tightening where you grip the sheets. he starts moving and hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.
your pussy clenches around him and you cum without warning. your thighs begin to shake as felix lazily rubs your sensitive nub, helping you ride out your orgasm while also still moving his cock in and out of you.
“fuck,” he growled, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he cums inside of you. you can feel his heavy breathing on your skin.
synopsis: it’s the last show of jiyongs ‘übermensch’ tour and he looks so good on stage, you have to have him afterwards.
warnings: legal age gap, 18+, minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, jiyong being possessive, aftercare, fluff.
a/n: helloooo everyone im back 🥹🥹it’s been awhile i hope you all had an easy and restful holiday and are easing nicely into the new year. i thought id come back with something good smut and i hope you enjoy it🤍 also i may or may not have a series starting up soon. but more info on that later😋
You were sat crossed legged backstage scrolling through your phone when you heard the mass of staff come through which obviously meant your boyfriend jiyong was coming off stage.
it was the last show of his übermensch tour today and you were beyond proud of him, he’d worked so hard on making this tour perfect since it was his comeback and it seemed it had paid off.
as much as you were proud of him, the way he looked in his outfits and his new black hair was doing things to you. when you saw him on the little tv backstage you nearly lost your breath and you could’ve sworn you were already wet.
when he came zooming in on his dragon bike/ car hybrid you immediately got up and ran over to him. he spotted you and grinned.
“jagiya you’re here.” he murmured as you lept into his arms without acknowledging you were being watched by thousands on live stream.
“wouldn’t miss it ji i’m so proud of you.” you said with a laugh.
he pulled away just enough to look at you and raised a brow “you sound more excited than me baby.” he said with a scoff.
“maybe i am.” the cheeky tone was evident in your voice. “i’m excited for a few things.” you said beginning to trail your hands down his sweat slick chest.
his face turned bright red as he looked up at the camera currently tracking his every move on live. he gently moved your hands from his chest so they were resting by your sides.
“later.” he breathed out into your ear so only you could hear.
you rolled your eyes and huffed “you’re no fun.”
he let out an exasperated laugh “don’t be like that princess.”
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an hour or so had passed and you were currently in jiyongs dressing room. he was sat in the chair looking in the vanity mirror as you stood behind him carding hair product through his hair to get all of the hairspray out of it.
“i should do your skincare too.” you piped up, eyes staring at him through the mirror.
his eyes locked onto you “why do i get the feeling you don’t really want to do my skincare.”
the corners of your mouth twitched up a little as you slowly moved your hands out of his hair and walked around before sitting your self on his lap straddling him.
you leaned your head forwards, your mouth pausing next to his ear “i don’t know you tell me.”
his breath shuddered as he felt your hot breath tickle his ear. he placed his hands on your thighs, the cold contact making you shiver. he slid one hand in between your legs until he reached your panties, he got to the fabric covering your clit and he pressed his cold fingers firmly down.
you squirmed, moving your hips expecting him to to start rubbing you but when he didn’t you paused. “why aren’t you doing anything.” you said already breathless from him touching you there.
the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen formed on his face as he kept his fingers halted. “you didn’t tell me what you wanted sweetheart.” he murmured.
you were appalled, how the hell was he going to turn you on like that and not do anything about it until you asked. “i’m not begging you.” you scowled already moving to get off him.
his free hand pressed down harder on your thigh stopping you from going anywhere. “nuh uh you’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you want me to do.” he paused “and how much you want it.”
you rolled your eyes. there was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much you needed him right now, his ego was big enough. “i don’t want you to do anything to me jiyong.” you said holding his gaze.
he let out a bitter laugh “funny you say that when i can literally feel how wet you are.” he said with a twitch of his fingers as if to remind you where he was touching you. “such a fucking brat, can’t even admit when you want me.”
your stomach flipped and you opened your mouth to try and answer him but you couldn’t speak. he was barely even trying and you were so flustered you couldn’t speak. embarassing.
he caught on and his smirk got bigger “so tell me sweetheart what was it that you wanted.” his eyes never left yours, his gaze dark and intense.
after a beat of silence you finally gave in and gave him what he wanted. half because you wanted,no needed, him so badly right now and half because you found it embarrassingly hot when he got like this.
“i want you jiyong, i want you to fuck me hard.” you said, breath shaking.
“what’s the magic word.” he teased, knowing you were getting impatient now so he pressed down harder.
you whimpered slightly “i want you to fuck me hard jiyong, please. i’m begging you.”
he hummed softly and wasted no time pulling your panties to the side and sliding two ring decorated fingers inside of you, pumping hard as you moved your hips to his rythm
you let out a loud moan that he silenced by pulling your head down and pressing his wet, hot mouth onto yours. you kissed him back just as forcefully, your teeth clashing with his as you demanded for entrance with your tongue.
he groaned as you slide your tongue into his mouth. you tasted like the strawberry milkshake gum you always chewed. you carried on riding his fingers moving your hips harder as he started going faster.
you pulled back from the kiss and whimpered. “jiyong i’m gonna come.” your hips were aching trying to keep up with his speed and your hands were practically ripping his hair out.
“ be a good girl and come for me.” he growled not slowing down one bit, letting you release like you needed.
you groaned as you came all over his finger, your breath shallow as you finally slowed down. he slid his fingers out of you and licked your cum off his fingers.
“fuck you taste so good, makes me want more.” he muttered.
before you could even process what he had said he was dragging you over to the small couch in the corner of the room. he laid back and dragged you on top of him.
“i want to taste you.” he said while looking into your eyes and unzipping your skirt the same time. “you know what to do don’t you?” he said almost teasingly when you didn’t say anything.
you swallowed hard, your eyes widening a little. he wanted you to ride his face? that’s what he was saying. you’d never expect him to be the type that enjoyed that, you’d never really done that together before. sure he’d eaten you out but never like this.
you sat yourself down on him, thighs settling around his head. he could feel you slightly hovering as if you didn’t want to put your whole weight on him out of fear.
he patted your ass “put your full weight on me, i want to feel it.” he said seriously reassuring you he could and wanted to take it.
you lowered yourself fully onto him feeling the stubble on his jaw rub on your inner thighs. you sighed as you felt his head in your thighs it felt so good.
jiyong groaned as he felt you settle down, his head nestled in your thighs it felt so warm and cosy. “good girl.” he said, voice muffled. he then darted his tongue out licking up between your folds.
you moaned and started slowly grinding on his face savoring the feeling of his tongue doing slow up and down motions on your throbbing clit. his hands started groping up your ass making you moan softly.
he kept getting gradually faster and you grinded on him in the same pace, so hard and fast you could feel the sting of where his stubble had rubbed on your inner thighs.
he started pressing kisses all up your wet and aching pussy. “so fucking perfect, your pussy’s perfect baby.” he said kissing every part practically worshipping you. “mhm carry on just like that, being so fucking good for me” he moaned.
the praise was doing numbers on you. you started going faster on his face and tightened your thighs around his face, hands gripping the wall infront of you.
eventually you came all in his mouth and around his lips with a moan and threw your head back as you done so. he swallowed it and licked around his lips. “good girl so good just for me.” he breathed out.
you panted as you relaxed your thighs. your body felt warm and tingly as you came down. “that was amazing” you breathed out exasperated.
jiyong smiled up at you “it really was we should do it more often.” he murmured as he gently caressed up your thighs, letting you come down for a second.
after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence he gently slid you off him before gently leading you to the vanity mirror.
“i want you to see yourself while i make you feel good” he said as he bent you over the vanity. you quietly obeyed as you felt your stomach being pressed against the cold table, your gaze was fixed downwards until you felt his hand firmly grip your jaw tilting it upwards so your eyes fell upon your reflection.
“i told you to look at yourself” he said sternly. “do as i say.”
you nodded obediently. you wanted him so bad you’d do anything he asked at this stage. you studied your reflection mascara running down your face, lipstick smudged at the corner of your lips, hair a wild mess and the dazed look in your eyes. you wondered how he could even want you right now.
as if he could read your thoughts he spoke up. “you look so beautiful after i ruin you” he said with a hint of possessiveness “all messed up because of me, you’re all mine.”
“im all yours jiyong.” your voice raspy. “please fuck me, show every who i belong to.”
he laughed. actually laughed. “you’re begging for it in your own will, i must look good tonight.” he smirked.
you swallowed looking at him through the mirror “please i need you.” you were practically yearning for his cock inside of you.
he unbuttoned his trousers and grabbed a condom but to his surprise your hand shot out and gripped his wrist tightly. “no i want to feel all of you.” you whispered, breath ragged.
he raised his brows in surprise, you usually wanted him to wear protection. “you sure jagi, i mean im not complaining but are you comfortable with that?” he asked tone gentle, a contrast to how he was speaking just moments ago.
you nodded desperately “yeah i want to feel all of it, please.” you were desperate now and just wanted him to get on with it.
he nodded and threw the condom aside moving his hands to your hips and shoved his aching cock in without warning. you let out a gasp as he fucked you hard, his warm firm cock slamming in and out of you making you sob.
he noticed the red rashes on your thighs from where his facial hair had made a rash from earlier “all these marks that i made hm” he said studying them “shows your all mine, no one else’s you hear me? mine.” he said with an even harder thrust to add emphasis.
you let out a loud cry as he went harder “fuck jiyong you’re so good please harder.” you begged.
“if that’s what you want.” he said huskily going impossibly harder on you. he looked at your reflection as he slammed into you repeatedly. “gosh you look so gorgeous falling apart just for me.” he murmured.
you looked at yourself a sobbing mess, your hands sliding up and down the mirror as he fucked you until you felt numb. “please i’m gonna come.” you cried.
he thrusted even harder at that “not now be a good girl and wait for me.” he slowed right down leaving himself deep inside you.
you gasped as he almost completely stopped inside of you, stopping you from releasing. “please jiyong.” you pleaded with him in hopes of him letting you come for him.
“dont speak back to me.” he almost snapped and spanked your ass so hard it left a hand print. “you do what i say and wait until i tell you that you can.” his voice stern.
you winced at the stinging sensation after he spanked you and knew not to go further so you quietly obeyed and let him stay inside of you and let you come on his own terms.
after a beat he started going again harder than before making a sob tear from your throat. “fucking come for me baby come on.” he said roughly, slamming himself in and out of you.
you sobbed until you finally let go with an almost scream and he slowly carried on thrusting as you done so. after you’d finished he done the same, releasing inside of you.
you stayed like that for awhile as you both caught your breaths until he eventually slid out and gently helped you up from your bent over position.
“let’s get you cleaned up baby.” he said softly pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “you done so good for me tonight.”
you leaned into his touch and sighed “i feel amazing.” you said quietly still slightly out of breath.
you both went into the connected bathroom and he sat you on the counter and reached for a cloth, soaking it in warm water. “okay open your legs for me doll.” he gently started to clean you up whispering sweet nothings as he done so.
you had a quick shower together and came back out into the dressing room wrapped up in soft towels (he had wrapped you in yours obviously) and he started walking towards his bag.
“i should have something for you to wear for the way home angel.” he said before coming back towards you with a hoodie and joggers which smelt strongly of his cologne.
you softly thanked him and changed, his soft gaze fixed on your body as you pulled on his clothes. when you’d finished he pulled you onto the couch with him.
“i hope i wasn’t too rough on you sweetheart” he said while pressing kisses to your cheeks and nose. you shook your head “no i liked it, it was the best time we’ve had.”
he chuckled softly “maybe i should start going harder on you everytime then.” he said as he started gently rubbing your back and cradled you to his chest.
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Lazy days like today were your favorite. There was something so blissful about having no obligations, no responsibilities pulling either of you away. It was your day off, and for once, Seunghyun didn’t have to be at the studio or in rehearsal. After months of back-to-back shows and endless travel, BigBang had finally wrapped up their tour, and all he wanted was to spend every possible second with you.
You still remembered the night you met him like it was yesterday. A year ago, you had been working a shift at the event center, slinging drinks for excited fans after the concert. He had walked up to the bar, all confidence and charisma, ordering a glass of wine with that signature smirk of his. What was supposed to be a quick drink turned into an hour-and-a-half-long conversation, laughter weaving between you like an unspoken connection. His manager had practically dragged him away, but not before he scribbled his number on a napkin and told you to call him. And now, a year later, three months into your official relationship, you had never been happier.
Both of you were private people, and that suited you just fine. There had been rumors, of course—whispers in fan circles, pictures snapped of the two of you together—but neither of you had confirmed nor denied anything. Instead, you lived in your own little world, undisturbed by outside noise. Seunghyun treated you like royalty, taking you to lavish restaurants, surprising you with bouquets of flowers and little gifts, constantly reminding you of how beautiful you were. He never pushed, never made you uncomfortable, always the perfect gentleman. It was almost too good to be true.
Today has been nothing short of perfect. The two of you curled up together on the couch, legs tangled, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence. The rain drummed steadily against the massive windows of Seunghyun’s apartment, casting soft, gray light over the room. Takeout containers littered the coffee table and a movie played in the background, its dialogue little more than a hum beneath the rhythm of the rain.
A particularly spicy scene flickered across the screen, and you shifted slightly, your mind drifting to thoughts that had been plaguing you for weeks. Since being with Seunghyun, something inside you had ignited, a desire unlike anything you had ever felt before. The late-night thoughts, the lingering heat pooling between your thighs—it was all because of him. Pleasuring yourself in the shower, like you had done for years, no longer satisfied you. You craved something more. Something real.
Seunghyun knew you were a virgin, and he respected that, never pushing for more than what you were comfortable with. But you wanted him. Needed him. Weeks ago, you had made up your mind—you were ready. You had been extra flirty, touching him more, giving him subtle hints, but he never took the bait. At first, you thought maybe he didn’t notice. Now, you were convinced he was holding back on purpose.
Frustration simmered beneath your skin, and you decided enough was enough.
Slowly, you shifted, turning to straddle his lap. His dark eyes flickered with surprise, but he didn’t move, watching you carefully. You cupped his face, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss. He responded instantly, his hands finding your hips, his lips moving in sync with yours. When his tongue slid against yours, you let out a soft moan, pressing down against his thigh, seeking friction where you needed it most.
His grip on you tightened. “What are you doing, baby?” he murmured between kisses, his voice low, strained.
“I want you…” you whispered, trailing your lips down the column of his throat. You felt him tense beneath you, his breathing growing uneven, and when you shifted again, his arousal pressed against you, hot and hard even through his sweats. A satisfied smile tugged at your lips before you crashed your mouth back onto his.
Seunghyun groaned against your lips before suddenly pulling back, his hands gripping your waist to still your movements. “Mmm, fuck… baby, stop…”
You frowned, your brows knitting together in confusion. “Why?”
He let out a breathy chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Because, you’re really turning me on right now.”
“That’s the point,” you countered, tilting your head slightly, eyes locked onto his.
His expression softened, but there was something else there, something deeper—conflict. “Baby…”
“I’m ready, Se,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I want it to be you.”
He leaned back into the couch, his hands still resting on your hips. His eyes searched yours, as if trying to find any hesitation, any doubt. But there was none. All he saw was you—flushed, eager, beautiful. And in that moment, every unholy thought he had been suppressing came rushing to the surface.
He exhaled deeply, his grip tightening just slightly. “You don’t know how hard it is for me to hold back with you.”
“Then don’t.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. The rain outside continued to fall, the movie long forgotten in the background. It was just you and him, the heat between you threatening to consume everything in its path.
And then, finally, he pulled you down, crashing his lips to yours, surrendering to the inevitable.
You smiled, pressing your body flush against his, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his clothes. His lips moved against yours with an intoxicating rhythm, tongues tangling in a slow, deliberate dance. Your hands, desperate and trembling with need, flew to his waistband, fingers fumbling with the fabric in an attempt to rid him of it.
"Settle, baby," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "Let me take care of you first, yeah? Gotta get you ready…" He punctuated his words with a sharp nip at your neck, making you shudder beneath him.
"Okay…" you panted, breathless, your body already pulsing with anticipation.
His hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing over the damp heat between your thighs. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his middle finger ran teasingly through your slick folds, barely pressing against you. Your body trembled at the sensation.
"You tell me if you want me to stop, okay? At any point," he whispered, his lips brushing against your jaw, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.
"O-okay…" you stammered, barely able to form words. "Keep going, please."
Your plea was all he needed. His finger moved slowly, collecting your arousal before pressing inside your aching core. A sweet moan spilled from your lips, your head tilting back as pleasure consumed you.
"Shit… you're so fucking wet," he groaned, his voice dripping with restraint as he fought to control himself.
His finger pumped in and out at a torturously slow pace, the cool metal of his ring adding a delicious contrast to the heat pooling between your thighs. His free hand trailed up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips before pressing inside.
"Suck, baby," he instructed, his gaze locked onto you, dark and hooded with desire.
You obeyed without hesitation, wrapping your lips around his thumb and swirling your tongue over the pad. His eyes darkened further, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he watched you with a mix of hunger and adoration.
As his fingers worked you open, your hips instinctively moved to match his rhythm, rolling against his touch in slow, desperate motions.
"I'm gonna add another finger, stretch you out a bit, okay?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"Mhmm," you moaned, nodding eagerly.
He slipped another finger inside, curling them slightly, and you gasped, gripping his shoulders as your walls clenched around him. The initial discomfort melted into pleasure, and soon, you were rocking against his hand, chasing the overwhelming heat building deep within you.
"This okay?" he asked, his gaze searching your face, his voice softer now, filled with concern despite the raw desire consuming him.
You nodded, relaxing against him. "Feels so good…" you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder.
He angled his fingers just right, pressing against that perfect spot, and your body jerked in response. A whimper escaped your lips, sending a rush of satisfaction through him. His thumb found your swollen clit, circling it in slow, tantalizing strokes, building you up higher, faster.
The tension coiled in your stomach, your breaths growing shorter, panting his name like a prayer.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he coaxed, his lips tracing the curve of your jaw. "Cum for me like a good girl…"
His words were your undoing. The knot in your core unraveled, pleasure washing over you in waves as your body trembled on top of him. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your nails digging into his shoulders as you let go with a cry of bliss.
"Fuck!" you gasped, your body pulsing against him, shuddering as he helped you ride out your high.
"That's my girl…" he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, watching you with dark, lust-blown eyes.
As your body relaxed against him, he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. His tongue darted out, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"That was amazing…" you panted, a lazy, sated smile tugging at your lips. "I want more."
Seunghyun exhaled a shaky breath, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You sure?"
You nodded eagerly. "Please. I want to have sex with you."
A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as his hands found your hips, gripping them firmly. "Fuuckkk…" he exhaled, his head dropping to your shoulder for a moment before lifting to meet your gaze. His hands slid down to palm your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh.
Then, with effortless strength, he lifted you into his arms. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands clutching at his shoulders.
"Where are we going?" you asked, your voice soft, innocent despite the fire still burning between your thighs.
He smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before whispering, "Your first time is not going to happen on the couch. I’m going to make love to you properly. In our bed."
Your heart swelled at the possessiveness in his tone, at the way he said "our bed" like it had always been yours, like you belonged there—with him.
Smiling, you tightened your hold around him, letting him carry you away, excitement building at your core once again.
Seunghyun’s lips molded to yours, slow and deep, before he gently pushed you back onto the bed. A surprised giggle bubbled from your lips as you bounced against the soft mattress, your breath catching when you looked up at him. The way he stood there, dark eyes locked onto yours, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths—it sent heat rushing through your veins.
Then, with a deliberate slowness, he peeled his shirt over his head.
Your lips parted slightly as you took him in, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows over the defined ridges of his body. He was tan, toned, every inch of him sculpted like a masterpiece. You’d seen him like this before, but something about this moment felt entirely different—maybe because you knew you were about to experience all of him. No barriers, no teasing restraint. Just raw, unfiltered desire.
A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned down, hovering over you, his warmth seeping into your skin. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers tracing along your jawline with an almost reverent touch before he guided your lips back to his. His kiss was slow, intoxicating, his tongue gliding against yours in a way that made your head spin.
You moaned softly into his mouth, your body arching instinctively toward him. Sure, you’d kissed Seunghyun plenty of times before. But not like this. Not with this kind of hunger—like he was trying to memorize the taste of you, like he needed you to breathe.
His hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips featherlight as they traced over your stomach, your ribs, before settling on your breast. A sharp gasp left your lips as he massaged the soft flesh, his thumb grazing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers. The sensation made your breath hitch, your thighs pressing together in anticipation.
“That feel good, baby?” His voice was husky, dripping with desire, his lips brushing against your neck, tracing a path down to your shoulder.
“Mhmm…” you whimpered, barely able to form words. “S’good…”
Seunghyun sat up slightly, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt—well, his shirt, the one you’d been lounging in all day. He tugged it up and over your head, tossing it to the side. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you beneath him, bare and vulnerable, but entirely unafraid.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your skin as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
Warmth bloomed in your chest at his words. You believed him when he told you that. With him, you never had to second-guess, never had to doubt.
Still, you couldn’t help but tease him, arching your back slightly as you looked up at him through your lashes. “I wanna be sexy,” you murmured, lips curling into a playful smirk.
Seunghyun groaned, dropping his forehead against yours. “God, you are so. fucking. sexy.” His voice was strained, thick with want, before he crashed his lips onto yours again—this time, rougher, more desperate. His kiss left you breathless, lips swollen, body aching for more.
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You think I didn’t notice how flirty you’ve been the past few weeks?” His hand trailed down your stomach, slow and teasing, before slipping under the waistband of your sweatpants. “Wearing those tiny shorts around the house… giving me those innocent little looks with those big, pretty eyes…” His fingers dipped lower, grazing over the growing heat between your thighs. “Pressing your tits together just to see me react.”
You gasped as he slid a single finger into you, your body jolting at the sensation.
“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy,” he growled, watching your reaction intently, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you still.
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah?” you whispered, voice barely audible.
His smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with something dark and knowing. “Yeah,” he murmured, slipping his finger out only to circle your entrance, teasing, taunting.
You let out a needy whimper, your body straining toward him. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”
He sat back, hooking his fingers into your sweatpants and dragging them down your legs with a slow, torturous precision. He tossed them to the side without a care, his gaze locked onto you, devouring you whole. And then, with a wicked grin, he settled between your thighs. “Guess you’re about to find out.”
You barely processed his words before his tongue found your clit, swirling over your sensitive bud with a slow, devastating precision. A shuddering gasp left your lips as pleasure shot through you like a live wire, your fingers clawing at the sheets, searching for something—anything—to anchor yourself.
“Oh, fuck! Seunghyun!” Your voice was wrecked, desperate, a plea wrapped in pleasure.
Your hands found his hair, threading your fingers through it, tugging just enough to feel him groan against you. The vibration sent another sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He devoured you like a man starved, every stroke of his tongue possessive, every flick of his lips insatiable.
“God, you taste so fucking good…” he murmured, voice thick with lust before diving back in, his tongue lapping at you like he couldn't get enough.
Your thighs trembled, the telltale knot in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter, seconds away from snapping. It was overwhelming, his mouth, his hands gripping your hips like he owned you, the heat pooling in your lower belly—
“Oh, God, I’m close—Seunghyun, stop!”
The words left you in a breathless rush, and instantly, he pulled away, his head snapping up in alarm. His lips were slick with you, his eyes wide with concern.
“What? I’m sorry!” His reaction was immediate, panicked, as if he’d done something wrong.
A breathless giggle bubbled from your lips as you reached for him, your fingers tilting his chin up. “No, it’s okay,” you reassured him, still panting. “I just want to cum on your dick.”
His pupils darkened, his lips parting slightly at your words. A slow, sinful smile spread across his face as he crawled up your body, his hands trailing reverently over your curves, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“Are you sure you want this?” His voice was softer now, hesitant. His biggest fear wasn’t the moment—it was making you feel anything less than cherished.
Your hands framed his face, your thumb stroking over his cheek. “I do, Se. I love you. And I trust you.”
Something shifted in his gaze, something deeper, something sacred. His entire body seemed to melt at your confession, and he captured your lips in a kiss so slow and tender it stole the breath from your lungs.
“I love you, too.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was raw, unfiltered, filled with emotion.
He sat back just enough to rid himself of his sweatpants and boxers, his gaze never leaving yours. Your heart raced in anticipation as he settled between your thighs, his tip teasing your entrance, running through your slick folds.
Your breath hitched, every nerve ending in your body alive with anticipation. This was it—a moment you had dreamed about, wondered about, and now, it was happening.
He pressed into you slowly, his thick length stretching you inch by inch. The pleasure was laced with a sharp sting, your body adjusting to the new intrusion. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you gasped.
“Shit…” you breathed, trying to relax around him.
His brows furrowed immediately. “Want me to stop?” His voice was urgent, worried.
You shook your head. “No, no. Keep going. Just…slow…”
He nodded, placing a grounding hand on your hip as he continued to push in, giving you time to adjust. His breath came out in a shudder when he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours.
“Fuck, you’re so tight…” he groaned, his grip on you tightening as he fought to stay still.
You let out a shaky chuckle, the initial discomfort giving way to something warmer, something deeper.
“Feel okay?” he asked, his lips brushing over your jaw, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
“Yeah…” you whispered, your body finally accommodating him. “Just…God, you’re big…”
A low, amused laugh rumbled from his chest, and he kissed you softly. “Just try to relax, okay? We can stay just like this if you need to.”
You took a slow breath, allowing your body to mold around him, to welcome him. His lips trailed featherlight kisses across your face, his patience endless.
Then, finally—
“Okay,” you breathed, meeting his gaze. “You can move.”
He searched your face for any uncertainty, but when he found none, he gave you a slow, deep kiss and pulled out just enough before thrusting back in. The motion sent a delicious spark through you, the pleasure beginning to eclipse the ache.
His movements were deliberate, slow and steady, giving you time to adjust, to feel every inch of him. And then, the pain was gone—replaced by something so intoxicating it had you gasping his name.
“You feel so good…” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck as his pace increased just slightly.
“Go faster, please,” you begged, your voice breathless, needy.
He groaned at your words and obeyed, his hips moving with more urgency, more purpose, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. A strangled moan escaped your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Oh my God…” you panted, pleasure coursing through you in waves.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last long…” Seunghyun admitted, his voice strained, his control slipping.
“Me either,” you whined, eyes shut tight, the build-up sending you dangerously close to the edge. “I’m on the pill.”
His movements faltered for half a second, his eyes flicking to yours in shock. “What?”
A breathless smirk played on your lips. “Told you I was ready.”
Something snapped in him at that. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he grabbed your leg, pushing it back just enough to hit even deeper.
“I fucking love you, Y/N,” he groaned before pounding into you with newfound intensity, his thrusts deep, desperate, perfect.
The coil in your stomach twisted tighter and tighter, your moans turning into cries of ecstasy as it finally snapped.
“Oh, Seunghyun!” You shattered around him, clinging to him as your body trembled through the waves of pleasure.
His thrusts became erratic, his breath ragged as he chased his own release. A strangled moan left his lips as he spilled into you, his entire body tensing before collapsing onto you, spent and breathless.
The world felt hazy, your bodies tangled together, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing and the faint pounding of your heart.
Slowly, he pulled out, rolling onto his side and immediately pulling you into his arms. His lips pressed to your temple, warm and reverent.
“Was that okay?” he murmured against your skin. “Did I hurt you?”
You smiled sleepily, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “That was fucking amazing, Seunghyun. Thank you.”
He exhaled, as if relieved, and wrapped you tighter in his arms, pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s take a shower, and then I’ll make you dinner, okay?”
“Mmm, can’t move,” you teased, your limbs still boneless from pleasure.
“Then I’ll just have to carry you,” he chuckled, standing up and scooping you into his arms effortlessly.
You giggled, curling into his warmth.
That night, as he cleaned you up, cooked for you, and held you close, Seunghyun couldn’t stop thinking about how much he loved you. And as you finally fell asleep in his lap, his heart full, he realized something—
I’m at that point in my braces journey where I have to start rubber bands and I feel like I’m going crazy. I just need one of my fictional husbands to cuddle with me rn. Wahhh.
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