i am terrible at uploading, and lately theres been nothing to read (well for me) so heres a list of my 10/10 fics that can keep you occupied
s: smut / f: fluff / a: angst
ONE SHOTS - JEON JUNGKOOK
The Love Bug by @jungkxook (spiderman!jjk x reader) (s, f, a)
summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you
What if I love you too much? by @taleasnewastime (neighbour!jungkook x single mum! reader) (s, f, a)
Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.
Movie goers (additional drabble 20/20) by @missenu (s, f, a) (neighbour!jungkook)
Summary: starting off on the wrong foot with your new neighbor was not on the top of your bucket list, yet you’ve made an enemy of jeon jungkook in less than 24 hours. unlucky for you, he’s not backing down either.
Under the mistletoe by @dreamersparacosm (s, f, a)
Summary: Every Christmas, since you were six years old, Jeon Jungkook gave you a kiss under the mistletoe. But when you were fifteen, you were replaced by a revolving door of girlfriends. Thus began your decade-long aversion to the holiday—this year, however, you’ve been tasked with hosting the annual Christmas soirée, and there’s no telling what might be waiting for you under the mistletoe this time around.
Why are you on tinder? by @jeonette (f, a)
Summary: in which you decide to pull what you think is a harmless prank on your boyfriend by telling him you found his friend on tinder, only for things to go painfully wrong.
Strictly platonic by @jeonqkooks (s, f, a)
Summary: Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
Handyman by @pjminii (s, f)
Summary: your new neighbor is just numbingly cute, but it’s hard getting his attention. so when you find out he’s handy, you decide to sabotage every single item in your home, trying to lure him in.
The pink pill by @dollfaceksj (s)
Summary: In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.
Will it fit? by @jeonsweetpea (roomate!jjk x reader) (s, f)
Summary: so what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…
Trends (extras) by @kookochan (s, f)
Summary: you try some trends and pranks on your lovely boyfriend, but he loves you so much that he can't be mad at you.
Not so casual by @voyter (roomate!jungkook x reader) (s, f)
Summary: with one bathroom in the apartment and jungkook’s strict streaming schedule, he’s left with no choice but to join you in the shower.
Current boyfriend by @girlygguk (s, f)
Summary: the one where you're the ultimate little prankster and your boyfriend doesn't find you very funny
Pavloved by @httpknjoon (f)
Summary: When you accidentally conditioned your friend, Jungkook, through your favorite coffee candy.
PAWS & POUTS by @gukcnt (f)
Summary: in which jungkook gets you the kitty you've always wanted — only to realize he may not be your number one anymore.
00.01% chance by @ctrlhope (hybrid!jungkook x reader) (s)
Summary: His heat is telling him he needs to go deeper. That he needs to do more. That he needs to breed.
Apologise first by @cupidsbling (s, f, a)
Summary: You and your boyfriend have a little argument, so he suggests something filthy and demented to decide who has to apologise first
First date with Jungkook by @kjhmyg (f)
Summary: this one didn't have a summary lol but its basically him screwing up and being a wreck on your first date (it's adorable)
A drunk jungkook is a sweet jungkook by @junqive (f)
Summary: he's really damn stupid it's cute
My lucky star by @jiminsafairy (s, f) (hyrid!jungkook)
summary: when your best friend appears at your door begging for help, who are you to deny it?
SERIES
Rough Edges by @kjhmyg (s, f, a) (THIS IS MY PERSONAL FAV)
Summary: when you uncover your boyfriend's private life, a deep dive into it sucks you in as you try to help save him from himself.
Swinging by a fine line by @hongcherry (spiderman!jungook) (s, f)
Summary: Spider-Man’s role was easy: save everyone, fight the criminals, don’t drop out of school, don’t expose his identity, and make time for his girlfriend. What was so difficult?
Mutual Help by @personasintro (s, f, a)
Summary: in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps with you sexual desires⏤he calls it mutual help.
Assistant Jungkook by @starlight-deepestnight (f, a) (smau)
Summary: Jungkook is your assistant, everyone knows he's in love with you. Jungkook knows he's in love with you. Sadly your lack of awareness and awkward nature come in between you.
BBY DADDY SERIES by @muniimyg (s, f, a) (smau + text)
Summary: co-parents that fuck
BOUND BY VOWS by @gukcnt (s, f, a) (arranged marriage)
Summary: your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
Lost cause? by @kooksbunnnn (a) (second chance)
Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you.
No warranty by @dreamersparacosm (s, f) (blue collar!jungkook)
Summary: Namhae Valley was supposed to be your definition of a “break,” a vacation from all the stress you’ve endured at work. What you didn’t plan for? A broken-down car and a grease-stained, smug mechanic who comes with it.
JUST THIS ONCE by @ggukivrse (s, f, a)
Summary: when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no.
Worst behaviour by @luvismenu (s, f) (smau + text)
summary: everyone knows you as the good girl / nerd. except you’re so fucking tired of that image. (and you’re also very… horny.) so when you decide to be bold and finally go after hoseok — things don’t really go as planned. instead, you end up tangled in a fake relationship with his best friend / campus favorite fuckboy ; jeon jungkook
SMOKE SRITE by @inthelow (s)
Summary: you and Jungkook aren’t that close, you were supposedly be dating his best friend… then why is he about to fuck you in the back of his car?.
CHERRY WAVES by @jkin3d (f, a)
Summary: you find out what happens when you get paired with the town reject in a chemistry project… spoiler, he’s not the ‘devil reincarnate’.
Universial truths / (toxic ver.) by @wintrbears (s, f, a)
Summary: You took the risk of falling in love in a world where your perfect match is decided for you by the universe itself. When a name you never could've predicted appears on your wrist, you struggle to resist the intense connection between you and your soulmate.
Internet girl by @jeonette (s)
Summary: in which you move into a new apartment, only to find yourself at war with the neighbour next door. he’s insufferably arrogant as he is handsome. but between settling in and dealing with the jerk next door, what happens if you find out that the jerk next door is the guy you’ve been sexting online?
How to get a guy by @taeshobipop (s, f, a)
Summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?
ONE SHOTS - KIM TAEHYUNG
Runner by @vsthv (s, f)
Summary: after a rough break up with the immature man that you thought loved you but ended up cheating on you, you turned to running. it became your coping mechanism. it helped you physically and mentally. you’ve never really noticed the man that would occasionally pass you, jogging every day. until one day, when he asked you to take a picture of him in front of the sunset.
Your messy hair by @vsthv (s, f, a) (blue collar!taehyung)
Summary: you love your boyfriend’s messy hair. you love him. for who he is, and for how hardworking he is.
Hades paints by @vantaenims (f)
Summary: All it took is an off key violin version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for you to possibly grow more hatred for your blue haired neighbor but what if your favorite Instagram Painter happens to be that same person.
Exchanging Heat by @jinfizz (s, f)
Summary: When your roommate drops out right before the end of the semester and leaves you high and dry for next month’s rent, you’re forced to turn to craigslist to find an absolute stranger to save you from financial ruin. The shy Korean exchange student you find to replace her seems nice enough despite the language barrier, but what will happen when the heat cuts off one fateful evening, and you’re forced to turn to each other for warmth?
Juicy by @milk-moonbunnies (s, f)
Summary (req): taehyung coming home in the morning to devour MC after a drunk night out with the other members who FaceTimed her to show a drunk Tae crying cause he couldn't eat her pussy
Tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls by @bangtae-sohotddaeng (s, f, a)
Summary: One drink too many at Hoseok’s Halloween party, and you’ve blanked out on the entire night that followed. Now, who’s gonna fill you in when Taehyung looks one second away from breaking into tears when you bring it up with him? From running across the university campus in remnants of your vampire outfit, to dealing with your downtrodden boyfriend’s disappointed stares - you’re left with one hell of a day, and zero recollections.
The Good Boy Diaries by @borathae (s, f)
Summary: When Taehyung realises that you call him Good Boy whenever he is being helpful, he can’t stop himself from being extra productive in the household.
SERIES
Starry night by @kooppss (s, f, a)
Summary: Taehyung was your high school crush. Fuck that—he was everyone’s high school crush. But that was twelve years ago. What does it matter that he’s now a fellow director at your company? It’s not like you have anything to do with him. He probably doesn’t even remember you… does he?
Love at firsk oink by @glodenclosetau (f) (smau + text)
Summary: when taehyung finds himself having to hide his brand new pet from his housemates, he turns to his trusty neighbour to help him keep his cover.
ONE SHOTS - KIM NAMJOON
Placebo Effect by @joons-cinnamon-bun (s, f)
Summary: Namjoon knows you’re a stubborn human being. (Birds of a feather, and all that.) He’s been with you long enough to know exactly what that looks like—whether you’re fighting for him, against him, or just for the sake of it. (Which, if he’s being honest, might be his favorite.)So when you insist that the so-called aphrodisiac pills are nothing but placebo, he doesn’t really argue. He just gives you little push...Now, that’s not to say he expected you to overdose on them just to prove a point! But you do. Because that’s the kind of person he goes for, apparently. What follows is...messy. Hot. Deasperate. Hilarious. (But only after he makes sure you aren’t going to go into cardiac arrest)
HOW WAS YOUR DAY? by @kooksbunnnn (s)
Summary: Just namjoon fingering you in his studio as he asks you about your day.
ONE SHOTS - KIM SEOKJIN
Like this? by @jeongi (s)
Summary: your neighbour, seokjin, teaches you exactly how he likes to be touched.
OT7 FICS
Don't want your sympathy by @sketchguk (s, f) (jungkook x reader x namjoon)
Summary: jeongguk is like an annoying little brother to you, but nevertheless, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for your sweet, innocent best friend. so what are you supposed to do when he wants to watch your boyfriend fuck you senseless? say no?
PINNED BETWEEN THEM by @gukcnt (s) (jungkook x reader x taehyung)
Summary: what was supposed to be a study night turns into a dangerous game of dominance and desire when jungkook and taehyung trap you between them in the back of their car.
a/n: credits go to all these amazing authors who i love to read. unfortunately for some reason tumblr wasn't letting me tag some of them but I've done my best. I hope you all enjoy these as much as I did. also im a freak i like smut
Summary: When your neighbor Jin is dealing with a leaky pipe in his kitchen, you rush to his aid. But oh no, now you're both soaked... Guess what happens next.
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, cheesy barely there plot that's straight from some 90s porno, reader is a bit shy, based on Jin's only scandal (he has a horse c*ck), comedy, first time together, heavy make out, oral (both receiving), PiV, protected sex, bit of dirty talk where Jin is still a comedy king as always, Jin being very sweet even though he is so big that you can see MC's stomach bulging from the outside :)
A/n: Inspired by Jin's recent habit of exposing his stomach. Which I approve of. Heavily.
Wordcount: 4.8k
Masterlist
It’s Saturday afternoon and you just sat down on your couch, strawberry matcha latte in one hand, your phone in the other. That drink got popular for a reason and since you finally gave in and tried it yourself, you’ve been indulging in it almost every other day. It might be partially due to the hot weather, but your new obsession even dethroned your long time favorite, a dirty chai latte. Now instead of having to replace your chai syrup every month, you keep pureed strawberries in your fridge.
You shuffle back on the sofa, cozying into the pillows behind you, ready to aimlessly scroll on your phone for a while.
A sudden loud thump, followed by a hissing sound and cursing makes you almost drop your cup. God damn, you almost spilt the matcha on yourself and the couch. The noise undoubtedly comes from your next-door neighbor. You would have strangled Jin had he made you soil your new cushions.
He was actually the one to put you on to the strawberry matcha. Jin’s always in for a fruity treat, never one to care about being judged for his ‘girly’ drink choices. Just yesterday he knocked on your door, as you were getting ready to go out with some girlfriends, to borrow some of your strawberry mush. With a pout and a big sigh too, as if he’d die weren’t you to provide him with the missing ingredient for his matcha. Jin is big on dramatics, that’s also why hanging out with him is always a fun time. You think he might actually implode if he doesn’t do anything dumb for a few minutes.
So, what the hell is he doing now, causing all this ruckus on a sunny Saturday afternoon?
Jin’s voice keeps thundering through your shared wall. “Fuck, fuck, shit, no!” you hear him yelling. Well, now you’re worried. Did he hurt himself?
You sigh and put your drink on the coffee table, already mourning the relaxing day you had planned to enjoy. With urgency in your step, you hurry out of your door, not even bothering to put on shoes. You know Jin never locks his door when he’s home, a habit you’ve scolded him for multiple times. Now though, you are glad about it as you fling open his front door.
“Jin? Are you alright? What the fuck?” you call out.
“Kitchen!” he just yells in reply, and you scurry further into his apartment, following the loud clamor.
Your worry immediately dissolves into incredulous laughter when you spot Jin. He’s on his knees in front of the open cupboard under his sink. The pipe is spraying water all over him with the pressure of a fucking fire hose.
“What the hell did you do?” you ask him, still snickering. He looks up at you, obviously trying to glare at you for laughing at his misery, but you can tell that there’s a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Even in the worst situations imaginable, Jin is always keeping his spirits high. You always admired this about him, his endless optimism.
“Grab my sweater from the table,” he pleads, kneeling there in the relentless spray of his sink pipes, in a white shirt and some light blue cotton boxers.
Not trying to draw out his troubles, you move to take the hoodie that’s slung over the back of one of the dining chairs. Turning back to Jin, he waves you down to the floor next to him. You crouch and put the sweater towards the leaking pipe, trying to stop the fountain of water. The fucking cold water you realize as the stream hits you, immediately soaking your clothes. You shriek and now it’s Jin who’s laughing.
“The drain was blocked, I just tried to check what the problem was,” he chuckles while wiping his wet hair out of his face with the back of his hand.
“Did you empty the coffee grounds in the sink again?” you immediately accuse him. “I’ve told you not to do that!” This is not the first time his kitchen sink is mysteriously clogged.
“I might have,” he admits with a sheepish smile. You snort and lean towards him to nudge him with your shoulder, hands occupied trying to unsuccessfully stop the water from leaking. You are basically sitting in a puddle by now and the hoodie around the pipe is already soaked through as well.
Jin is now scrambling to get up from the floor, moving to finally turn off the kitchen’s water supply. You slump your shoulders in defeat, feeling useless as you cover the leak with the dripping sweater, but you’re huffing out a laugh while doing so. This is not how you imagined - or hoped - your weekend to go.
Suddenly, the water stops flowing and you sit back on your heels with a relieved sigh.
You hear footsteps and when you turn, Jin is standing in the kitchen door, scratching his neck. Now that the chaos has come to a stop, you finally look at him properly for the first time. He’s just standing there, water dripping off his body. Your eyes start to wander further down, from the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, to his chest, where the white t-shirt is clinging to him, at this point completely see through from the involuntary shower. Damn, when did Jin start working out for his body to look like this? Absent-mindedly, you start nibbling on your bottom lip as your gaze lands on his very defined v-line, uncovered as the shirt has ridden up a little, revealing the skin above his boxers. When your eyes roam even further down, you gulp, almost choking on your own saliva. You can basically see his whole dick through the wet fabric, calling it an outline would be the understatement of the year. And dear god, is that one hell of a dick. Fuck, get a grip. You try to snap yourself out of ogling Jin when you start to imagine what his cock would be like hard if it’s already this impressive soft.
You shake your head to get rid of the thought and return your gaze to Jin’s face.
The corner of his mouth is pulled up into a smirk and you can tell he caught you drooling over his body.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “At least take me on a date first, Jesus.” His fake frown only lasts a second - Jin was never good at keeping a straight face - before he chuckles.
You know he’s not actually offended but you’re still embarrassed, even though he managed to draw a little giggle from you with his dumb comment.
You drop your gaze to the puddle you’re kneeling in, mumbling more to yourself than him while doing so.
“Well, why’d you have to walk in here all indecent and wet?”
“You’re one to talk.” His reply makes you lift your head to find his eyes, not immediately grasping what he’s getting at now.
And, oh. He’s staring right back at you. With his mouth slightly agape, he’s eyeing you up and down. A cold shiver runs down your spine and suddenly you are very aware of what you are wearing. A white flowy dress. Which is not so flowy anymore in its wet state - it’s clinging to your curves instead now. Why, of all days, did you have to wear white today? With horror, you remember that you are also not wearing a bra. You look down to your tits and find your nipples sticking straight out through the translucent fabric, hardened from the cold. A bead of water is currently running down between your breasts and Jin's gaze is unabashedly following it.
With heat spreading up from your neck to your cheeks, you clumsily get up from your kneeling position. When you lock eyes with Jin for a moment, the tip of his tongue slips out and licks a droplet of water from his lip that’s dripped off his hair. You feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen and look away in shame, mortified by the fact that all it took for you to be turned on by your neighbor of 8 months was a leaking pipe. Maybe you should have listened to your friends and downloaded a dating app after your last relationship because this is ridiculous.
“Um, you should probably mop up this mess,” you mutter as you get up and try to move past Jin, your head lowered, eyes trained towards the floor. Well, he definitely should, because after just three steps, you slip in the puddle on the tiles and stumble until arms wrap around you and keep you from falling on your ass.
“You okay?” you hear Jin’s soft voice close to your ear. When the adrenaline of the almost-fall wears off, you find yourself pressed against him, his arms around your back holding you close.
Your breasts are squished against Jin’s chest and one of his legs ended up being wedged between yours. His heartbeat is synced to yours, going fast and hard.
“Yeah,” you breathe out with your forehead resting against his shoulder. “I’m fine.” Neither you nor Jin make any effort to move. It’s as if time has frozen and you’re stuck in his embrace, turning your cold and clammy bodies warm again.
His breath is fanning over the side of your face with each exhale and when you finally turn your head up to face Jin, he is, once again, already looking at you. This time, a shy smile is painted across his face. An unusual sight for you, but to be fair, the whole situation is new territory. Yes, you’ve hugged before, but only quickly and mostly in greeting or to say goodbye. You’ve never been flush against his body without an inch of space between you. You are very aware of the thigh between your legs too, applying slight pressure to your groin. It’s making your stomach flutter with each tiny movement of his leg as you’re standing there, holding on to each other. Consciously fighting the urge to rut against his thigh, you blink up at him through your lashes as one of his hands moves from your lower back up to your face and he pushes your hair behind your ear.
“You’re pretty when you’re flustered,” he whispers, his fingers still softly resting against your jaw. You could swear his leg moves against you with more intent as you feel your cheeks heat up at his words. Feeling shy, you nuzzle your face into the space where his shoulder meets his neck.
Not letting you evade his eyes, he gently lifts your head up again, cupping your face.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly, looking down at you.
All you manage is a nod.
When he bends down and his lips meet yours, the fluttering in your stomach intensifies and you sigh against him. Jin is softly slotting your lips together, the pads of his fingers caressing your cheek. He’s humming when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and tug carefully. His tongue slips out and traces your lips, before licking into your mouth to meet the tip of your own tongue. It’s a sweet kiss, unhurried, but it has you in a frenzy nonetheless.
Your hands are holding on to Jin’s sides when his own palm moves to the back of your neck and the arm around your waist pulls you against him harder. You unintentionally rub over his thigh with your crotch when he presses you to him and you whimper into the kiss, surprised by the sensation. Your reaction has an obvious effect on Jin as he immediately licks into you with more urgency. His digits slowly wander down from your back to the curve of your ass. He doesn’t quite squeeze but firmly rests his hand there with splayed fingers.
At this point, you can feel Jin all over your body. He’s pressed into all your sensitive parts and your body is about to go up in flames. You can’t hold back and your hips start moving on their own accord, seeking stimulation where you need it most. Your obvious excitement isn’t lost on him. You can feel his mouth twist into a grin and his hand snakes down further and under the moist fabric of your dress. He properly grips the flesh of your ass now as if to guide your movement. His dick is twitching against your right leg, slowly filling out.
That’s when Jin breaks the kiss and pulls away from you a little.
“Are you alright with this?” he asks you with slight uncertainty in his eyes.
The sight is making you giggle. It’s not like you were just humping his leg from how horny he’s got you by just making out.
“Am I giving you the impression I’m not?” you ask him grinning with your head cocked to the side.
He just huffs out a laugh and you get up on your toes to catch his mouth in another kiss while he’s kneading your ass cheeks with both of his hands now. After a moment of your mouths tangled and bodies rubbing against each other, he peels away, breathing heavily.
“Let’s move out of this mess,” he smiles and playfully slaps your butt to get you moving into the direction of his bedroom.
With your naked feet you carefully trudge through the water still all over the kitchen tiles, producing squelching sounds with each of your steps. It’s making you laugh for some reason, your head feels airy and you giggle like a teenager as Jin leads you through the apartment.
Once inside the bedroom, he grabs your hand and spins you around, so you are back in his arms. He walks you towards the bed while placing kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. When the back of your legs hit the bedframe, you go to plop down on the mattress but Jin stops you by picking you up with his arms under your thighs. He turns around and sits down himself, placing you in his lap in the process.
With your knees on either side of Jin’s legs, you grind down immediately, making Jin groan and fall back. His fingers are pressing into your sides while you roll your hips, gliding over Jin’s now hard cock still confined by his boxers. You giggle again, elated by the fact that he’s already so unraveled too.
You remember your wet dress in that moment and lift it up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Your initial coyness has completely dissipated. Although this is far from a normal situation between you, you feel at ease with Jin. The fact that the horniness is mutual might have played a part in that.
“Fuck,” you hear him breathe out from under you and when you look down, you see that he’s propped up on his elbows, watching. With his eyes darkened by hunger, he comes back up and catches one of your nipples in his mouth. You lift up on your knees to give him better access. His tongue is flicking over your hardened nub and he sucks before releasing your tit with a plop to kiss up your neck again, now gently rolling your nipple between his fingers instead. You bite back a whimper, but apparently you’re not doing a good job as you hear Jin tease you from where he’s attached to you.
“You’re gonna be all shy now? I'd love the feedback.”
You groan, but as his tongue runs over the skin of your throat and he latches on to mark you with bruises straight after, you erupt into goosebumps and finally let out a high-pitched whine. You are going crazy between the soft and harsh sensations, impatience gradually building up until you can’t take it anymore and you push Jin back down into the mattress.
Before you settle in his lap again, you grind down hard just once, eliciting a low moan, a stark contrast to his airy laugh from just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Your fingers grip on to the moist fabric of his shirt and you slide it up until his stomach and chest are bare. You could already make out his abs through the white top earlier, but now, out in the open, the sight is making saliva gather in your mouth. With your gaze trained on his skin, your fingers splay across his torso, feeling the taught muscles beneath your touch. Your index finger traces from his abs to the line that’s leading from his side down into his boxers. It’s so fucking hot, you’ve always loved a good v-line and Jin’s is absolutely driving you insane currently.
His breath hitches when you don’t stop at the waistband of his underwear but instead start to peel it off of him while moving from his lap to get down on the ground between his legs. He lifts his hips up to help you pull the clingy fabric down his thighs until his dick slaps up against his stomach. Dear. God. That is the biggest cock you’ve seen in your life. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jin chuckle at the sight of you drooling over his dick with your mouth agape.
“Before you ask - no, I don’t need a license for that.”
He shuts right up though when you wrap your hand around his shaft, not wasting a second. You tug once before letting a big bead of spit drip down on the tip of his dick where it’s mixing with the precum already pooling there. You spread the slick around with your thumb, easing the glide of your palm when you start to slowly pump him. With each flick of your wrist Jin huffs out quiet hisses.
His dick looks so damn delicious between your fingers that you can’t resist leaning in and licking at the head. Jin’s thighs tense up when you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth. You let your tongue swirl through his slit before carefully lowering yourself down on his length. There’s no way you’re getting him all the way in. You get about halfway down his shaft before you feel your gag reflex kick in so you move back up. His hands are gripping the sheets as you bob your head up and down. Just as you’re getting a good rhythm going, his fingers tangle in your hair and he gently peels you off his cock.
You look up at him, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his dick and he mutters out curse words at the sight.
“Come back up here,” he directs you and takes your hand to help you up the bed. You move to straddle him again, but once you’re on top of him, he grabs your hips and rolls you off his body onto your back.
He is sitting back on his heels next to you, his eyes roaming over your body.
“Beautiful,” he whispers before leaning over you and catches your mouth in a kiss. While his tongue is gliding against yours, he comes up on top of you, one knee between your spread legs and one of his hands finds its way between your thighs. His fingertips are trailing the seams of your panties, just ghosting over the soft skin where your pussy meets your inner thighs. You whine against his lips, you can’t take the teasing touches.
“P-Please,” you stutter.
“Hm?” he hums into another kiss, his fingers still not where you need them.
“Jin, please,” you almost beg. You can’t be arsed to think about how pathetic you sound; your composure has long crumbled to dust by now. “Touch me.” It comes out in nothing but a whisper, but it’s enough for Jin to finally comply.
His fingers press into your clothed pussy, the fabric is pushed in between your folds by the movement. Jin hums when he feels your arousal seeping through it.
“Did I make you so wet or was it the sink?” he wonders while his fingers rub up and down your labia, feeling the slick that’s soaked through your panties. “You’re dripping.”
He shuffles back to remove your underwear, lifting your legs up to slide them off and discard them on the floor. He places a soft kiss on your calf before lowering your feet back to the mattress. The shirt still bunched up at his chest follows suit as he slips out of it and throws it to the side.
Jin pushes your legs up into a bent position and spreads them with his hands on your knees. He gazes at your exposed pussy with droopy lids and blown pupils. “I want to taste you so bad,” he exhales before his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. “Can I?”
“Yes, please,” you mutter and rest your head on the mattress as he leans in closer to your core. Your hand finds the back of his head while he slips his arms under your legs to pull you towards his face. It sends sparks through your body when his soft lips finally make contact with your pussy. He buries his face in your heat, his nose brushing against your pubic mound as he immediately licks between your folds. His tongue drags from your entrance up to your clit, not quite focusing on it yet though. He’s savoring the taste of your arousal, eating you out as if you were the juiciest fruit he’s ever gotten his mouth on to. He moans into your body while he’s working his tongue. He’s not in a rush to leave his place between your thighs anytime soon it seems. All you can do is gasp each time he makes contact with your clit, as he keeps increasing the pressure before finally giving all his attention to your most sensitive spot. He’s switched to harder flicks now, dragging you close to the edge with each pass.
With one hand in his hair and the other gripping the blanket you’re lying on, the coil in your abdomen finally snaps and your legs press close around his head, trembling. Your voice comes out in a high-pitched shaky moan as your back arches off the bed. Jin doesn’t stop until you basically melt into a puddle under his mouth. He detaches from your pussy just as you start to get overstimulated and moves back up to your face, caging your head in with his arms. He kisses you swiftly, before lifting himself back up.
“See how sweet you taste?” he asks you, looking down at you fondly.
Heat rises up your face and you have to avert your eyes, but you still reach up to stroke his arm next to your head.
Your eyes fall to Jin’s hard cock twitching between your bodies and your pussy clenches around nothing.
“Need you inside me,” you whisper, not quite meeting his gaze.
“Okay,” he breathes against your neck, leaving another trail of kisses down to your tits. He flicks his tongue over both of your nipples before he sits back up on his heels.
One of his hands is caressing your thigh, the other wraps around his cock and strokes a couple times before he reaches for his nightstand and fishes out a condom.
XXL, you can make out on the foil. Well, shouldn’t be a surprise, but it still makes you giggle in excitement. You can’t wait to find out how he feels inside you. Your pussy throbs, just as impatient as you are, so you grab for his leg, trying to urge him to hurry up.
He rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his length before giving it another tug. His eyes are locked on where he lines his cock up with your entrance then and he curses under his breath as he slowly watches it sink into you.
Without any prep, you feel your pussy stretch around him with every inch entering you and you whimper.
“Hurts?” he asks you when he notices your scrunched up face and halts his movement.
“A little,” you huff. “But in a good way. Keep going.”
Jin nods and you can tell he’s going slower than before, but he keeps pushing into you until he feels the resistance of your cervix and backs up an inch. He stills for a moment, looking into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. He pulls out a little before thrusting back in slowly. It’s a delicious drag against your inner walls as he goes in and out, the feeling eliciting moans from you each time.
He is biting his lip while watching his cock disappear inside you with every pump until he finally picks up pace and he falls forwards, head lowered now as he grunts synced with his thrusts.
You lock your hands behind his neck and your legs are wrapped around him, pulling him closer.
It doesn’t take long until his movements start to go a bit choppy and his breathing increases in speed. He sits back up again and places his hand on your lower abdomen. When your own palm follows his to your stomach, your eyes go wide. You can actually feel his cock bulging out from inside you. You press against it, making Jin lose his rhythm for a moment as he huffs out swear words again. You let your hand rest there, stunned by the new sensation. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in tight circles that immediately make you clench around his cock. You didn’t realize how close to another orgasm you were already until his touch sends bolts of electricity through you.
You meet his thrusts with a lift of your ass, pressing yourself into his hand harder in the process as well. All you can feel is Jin, Jin, Jin. All over you, in you, even protruding from your insides. The room is filled with the nasty sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans and grunts meddled together as he fucks into you. He’s going harder now, but you can tell he’s still trying to be careful. You wish he’d just let go. You could take it, you are sure.
“Gonna come,” he warns you before his hips start to stutter as his head shoots up with his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth hangs open as he releases inside you, every spurt of cum accompanied by loud, broken moans echoing through the room.
You look at him unraveling on top of you and the sight takes you over the edge too. With a gasp your pussy throbs, milking Jin through his own orgasm as you whimper, his thumb still brushing over your clit, dragging out your bliss. You throw your head back, panting, all your limbs tingling and twitching, just as Jin is on top of you, his orgasm slowly ebbing down. He finally collapses, his arms giving out, but he’s careful not to crush you, so he plops down next to you on his side. His chest is heaving as you turn to look at his blissed-out face. You reach out to stroke his cheek softly and he sighs into the touch.
He throws his arm around your middle after pulling off the condom to tie it and put it aside.
“Cuddle?” he asks you with a tired smile.
“Yeah,” you let yourself melt into his embrace and turn to face him. You feel him go slack against you, sighing happily. Blissful exhaustion starts to wash over you and your eyes slowly blink shut.
You doze off for a few minutes and when you open your eyes again, you nudge Jin’s shoulder with your forehead.
“Hey,” you wake him up. “We still have to deal with the mess in your kitchen.”
“Way to ruin the mood,” Jin pouts and then suddenly starts chuckling as if he’s just thought of something.
You turn your head up to raise an eyebrow at him before rolling onto your back.
“This is like the plot of the cheesiest porn ever,” he chortles. “Next time I’ll get stuck in the dryer I guess.”
You swat at him, but you can’t deny that he’s absolutely right. And you’d like a next time, you decide for yourself.
“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Jin suddenly asks, ripping you from your thoughts.
“What?” you ask him, smiling up at the ceiling.
“Strawberry matcha.” Jin sighs in content before he leans up on his elbow and looks down at your face. “You have some puree left?”
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pairing: harddom!taehyung x sub!reader x softdom!jungkook
synopsis: caught between taehyung’s unyielding grip and jungkook’s sharp-eyed hunger, you learn that teasing these two only earns you a long, merciless night of being used, punished, and thoroughly claimed by both of them.
word count: 4.5k
warnings: 18+, explicit content, slight cnc, rough sex, degradation & praise, face slapping, hair pulling, spit play, oral sex (both), anal sex, double penetration, mild chocking, slight cum play, size kink, mild usage of the pet name “puppy”, multiple orgasms
a/n: ok wow… i think i got a bit carried away with this one hahaha this is pure filth! i imagined post military buff taehyung and jungkook for this one because holy fuck, it’s my favorite look on them. anyways, enjoy i guess
“where are you going, baby?” you squirmed uselessly as taehyung’s huge bicep wrapped tightly around your body, caging you in against the hard wall of his chest so completely that you could feel every hard ridge of muscle pressing into your back and the warm scent of his cologne surrounding you until there was absolutely nowhere left for you to escape.
“are you trying to run away now?” jungkook smirked as he took a slow step closer to where you and taehyung were standing, his dark eyes dragging deliberately over your flushed face. “you were so eager to get our attention back there.” his hand came up to cup your chin with firm fingers, lifting your head so he could force you to look straight into his eyes, the hungry way he stared at you making it feel like he could devour you right there on the spot if he wanted to.
you squirmed again, a soft whimper escaping your throat, and you felt taehyung’s grip tighten even further around you, his chest pressing harder against your back until there was no space left between your bodies at all. “stop acting like you don’t want this.” his voice was rough and low right next to your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine as you felt his tongue drag a long, wet, deliberate strip up the sensitive side of your neck. “i know you’re dying to get fucked like a slut.”
“no…” you whispered, the word breaking halfway out of your mouth, and you heard both of them chuckle quietly under their breath as if the pathetic denial only amused them more.
“so convincing, baby.” jungkook mocked softly, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of your cheeks and forcing your lips to pout. “are you gonna tell me if i touch you down there i won’t find you dripping already?” he raised one eyebrow in challenge and your cheeks burned an even deeper rosy color that you couldn’t hide no matter how hard you tried to look away.
“yes.” you murmured the lie, even though you both knew it was an absolute utter lie. something about this slow, inevitable chase thrilled you deeply, your body already burning with a restless heat for these two men who looked so openly hungry to ruin you.
“oh yeah?” his hands came down to grab the hem of your skirt, rough palms brushing against the bare skin of your upper thighs. “what do you think tae? is she lying to us?”
you tried squirming again but taehyung’s thick bicep stopped you immediately, holding you locked in place like you weighed nothing to him. “of course she’s lying.” he chuckled darkly against your ear, the vibration of his voice sinking straight into your bones. “she’s a whore. i bet it’s already running down her legs.”
you clenched your thighs together on pure instinct but jungkook was faster, his strong hands shoving between your knees and forcing them wide open. “scared we’re gonna find out the truth?”
you shivered hard as you felt his fingers begin teasing a slow, torturous path up the insides of your thighs, moving almost too carefully, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on your face the entire time, examining every tiny flicker of expression as if he was savoring the way you were already falling apart under their hands.
his fingers finally stopped right at the hem of your panties, his thumb brushing the sensitive crease where your thigh met your hip, and even that light touch was enough to make your breath catch sharply in your throat. “can feel how warm you are already.” he teased, his face lowering until he was at the same level as you, his lips brushing so lightly against yours that you could feel every warm exhale. “can feel it through the fabric.”
you gasped when you finally felt his digits press firmly against you through the thin material of your panties, which were already soaked through and clinging wetly to your folds, the unmistakable slickness making a soft sound under his touch.
“fucking liar.” jungkook murmured right against your lips, voice low, deep and thick with satisfaction. “she’s dripping, taehyung.”
you bit down hard on your bottom lip, embarrassed by how exposed you felt, but you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into taehyung’s chest, your hips twitching forward of their own accord to chase the pressure of jungkook’s fingers, even as shame burned hot across your face.
“so eager to take our cocks.” you whimpered softly at taehyung’s words, feeling him carefully tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with unexpected gentleness before his large hand slid lower. “i wonder how a tiny thing like you is gonna take both of us.” he chuckled under his breath as his bicep loosened just enough for his hand to come up and cup your breast through your shirt, thick fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh until your nipple hardened under his palm.
“she’s getting wetter.” jungkook smirked over at taehyung and you heard the older boy let out a low grunt against your ear, his fingers pinching your nipple firmly enough to pull another soft sound from your throat.
“what a filthy whore.” his voice dripped with dark lust as his other hand came up to fist tightly in your hair, yanking your head back hard and ripping a broken whine out of you. “you’re getting wetter at the thought of being fucked by both of us, huh?” your head was pulled so far back that he could stare straight down into your eyes, and that was when you saw how completely dark they had gone, your stomach twisting with a sharp mix of nervousness and excitement at the sight. “let me taste her.” he glanced at jungkook and your eyes slightly widened, but taehyung kept your head locked firmly in place by the hair, not allowing you even an inch of movement.
a helpless moan slipped past your lips as you felt jungkook’s fingers tug your soaked panties aside and dip between your folds, collecting the slick already coating you with slow, thorough strokes that made your thighs tremble. taehyung never looked away from your face, a wicked little smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, and you nearly gasped when you saw the younger boy lift his wet fingers and feed your juices to taehyung, watching his lips wrap tightly around them while he kept staring straight into your eyes, humming low in his throat as he tasted you.
“so sweet.” he finally said once jungkook pulled his fingers free. “so ready for us already.” taehyung’s thumb pressed firmly against your chin, forcing your lips to part. you stuck your tongue out the moment you saw the thick strand of spit spilling from his mouth, feeling the warm, heavy weight of it land on your tongue, and you swallowed obediently, tasting yourself mixed with him. “good fucking slut.” he murmured, the approval rough in his voice.
“i think we should punish her for lying to us.” jungkook grabbed your chin and crushed his mouth against yours in a messy, wet kiss that left your head spinning before he pulled back again. “i know exactly where we can put that lying little mouth to good use.” he smirked widely and you felt taehyung’s arm leave your waist, the fist still buried in your hair turning you around roughly so you were facing him fully.
“you heard him, baby. get on your knees.” taehyung’s face was colder and more serious than jungkook’s, and something about that flat authority made your entire body shiver while the heat pooling low in your stomach tightened almost painfully. you hesitated for half a second too long, still trying to catch your breath from everything that had already happened, but taehyung brought your attention back with a sharp yank of your hair that stung in your scalp. “i’m not gonna tell you again. get on your fucking knees.” he gritted out between his teeth and you dropped quickly, kneeling on the hard floor in front of the two of them and feeling completely small and vulnerable as they stood tall and broad above you.
“she’s being so difficult today.” jungkook shook his head in mild disapproval, brushing his thumb almost gently over your flushed cheek as you stared up at him.
“i don’t know why.” taehyung cut in, voice low and edged. “she was the one practically begging for this. bending down in front of us, looking back like she wanted to get caught…” he squatted down in front of you so his eyes were levelled with yours, and suddenly a sharp, stinging pain bloomed across your cheek as his open hand cracked against it, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. “now you take what we give you like a good girl. do you understand?” you were still reeling from the first slap when he struck you again, then gripped your face tightly in his large hand. “do. you. understand?” you clenched hard around nothing and nodded frantically, your pulse racing in your throat. “that’s what i thought.” he rose back to his full height next to jungkook, who was already slowly palming the thick outline of his cock through his pants.
your mouth watered the moment you heard the metallic clink of belt buckles and the soft rasp of zippers being dragged down, and from your position on your knees you could also feel the steady drip of your own juices sliding down the insides of your thighs. both boys reached into their pants and freed their cocks—long, heavy, and already fully hard—but taehyung’s was noticeably thicker, the sight of it making your mouth water even as a nervous flutter twisted in your stomach, and you were sure that mix of fear and want showed clearly on your face.
“you’re scared, baby?” taehyung chuckled lowly, one hand lazily stroking his shaft as he looked down at you. “think that tiny little pussy of yours can take a cock this thick?” you bit your lip hard but still nodded. “let’s see if you can take it in your mouth first then.”
he stepped forward, fist tightening in your hair as he pulled you toward him, and you parted your lips obediently, letting him slide the leaking head past them. you wrapped your mouth around him carefully, sucking at the tip and tasting the salty precum already beading there, and the low moan that left taehyung’s throat made your stomach flip. out of the corner of your eye you saw jungkook move closer, watching with dark, hungry eyes as you took more of taehyung into your mouth while he slowly stroked himself.
“come here, baby.” jungkook’s hand fisted in your hair next and tugged you toward him, making taehyung’s cock slip free with a wet sound.
taehyung grunted in mild disapproval but didn’t stop it, simply watching as jungkook tapped the head of his own cock against your tongue, smearing more precum across it before pushing deeper. jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as you took half of him into your mouth, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit while his grip on your hair guided the pace.
“fuck— so fucking warm and soft—” he murmured, biting down on his lower lip as he watched himself disappear between your lips.
“don’t be greedy now,” you whimpered softly when you felt yourself being yanked back the other way by your hair again, jungkook’s cock slipping free. “i wanna use this pretty mouth too.”
taehyung gave you almost no time to adjust before he was pushing back into your mouth, deeper this time. you fought hard against the urge to gag as the head of his cock pressed the back of your throat, trying to breathe through your nose while he held your head firmly in place and began rolling his hips in short, controlled thrusts.
“gonna fuck this filthy little mouth of yours,” he gritted out, the hand in your hair keeping you exactly where he wanted you. “you’re gonna think twice before lying to us next time.”
tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he kept moving, your jaw aching from the stretch of him, and you braced your hands against his strong thighs for balance as his low grunts grew louder above you.
“bring her over here, hyung.” jungkook’s voice came from behind them.
taehyung pulled free of your mouth and you coughed hard, strings of spit still connecting your lips to his cock as you struggled to catch your breath. when you looked over you saw jungkook already sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt discarded and every tattoo and hard line of muscle on full display as he leaned back on one hand. his pants were gone too, the only fabric left being the tight black boxers shoved low enough for him to stroke himself slowly while he watched you.
“get up, slut.” taehyung’s voice snapped your attention back and you whimpered as he hauled you up by the hair, your legs shaky and uncooperative as you stumbled upright.
he released your hair only long enough to switch to a bruising grip on your upper arm, dragging you across the room toward the bed. spit still clung to your chin, your hair was a complete mess from his fist, your legs felt weak, and your eyes were still blurry from the tears—you looked every bit the used mess they had already started turning you into.
“take off your clothes, baby. let me see that pretty body.” jungkook’s voice was softer than taehyung’s but no less commanding, the sweetness in it somehow making the demand even more dangerous.
taehyung loosened his hold and stepped back, giving you enough space to obey on your own. you lifted your shirt over your head with trembling hands, revealing the white lace bra underneath and the way your nipples were already hard and straining against the thin fabric. next came the skirt—your fingers fumbled with the zipper but you felt your digits too weak to comply.
“take longer and i’ll rip them off myself.”
you finally managed to get it open and push it down your legs, kicking it aside. immediately you tried to cover yourself with your arms.
a low, dark laugh came from jungkook. “you must really be trying to piss us off today.” your whole body tensed as he stood and walked toward you. “i said take your clothes off. all of them.” the tone alone was enough to freeze you in place for a second. another quiet chuckle. “i warned you.”
you yelped when he grabbed you roughly, the sharp sound of fabric tearing filling the room as your bra was ripped open and fell away. another hard pull and your panties were gone too, leaving you completely bare and shivering as the cool air hit every newly exposed inch of skin.
“next time we tell you to do something, you listen like a good little puppy and do it. got it?” your body trembled not just from his words but from the sudden vulnerability of standing naked between them.
“yes,” you whispered. “i’m sorry.”
jungkook’s eyes darkened further. “you’re sorry?” a small, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as his fingers trailed down your chest and over one stiff nipple, making you whimper. “then show me how sorry you really are.” he stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed again, tapping his thigh once. “come here, baby. sit.”
you walked over on unsteady legs and carefully straddled his lap. the moment your bare, wet cunt pressed against the hard length of his cock, both of you exhaled sharply at the contact. he delivered a firm slap to your ass that made you jolt forward, nails digging into his shoulders for balance.
“move. show me.”
he leaned back on his hands and watched with dark eyes as you began to grind against him, sliding your slickness along his shaft and coating him with every roll of your hips, the friction maddening.
“want more…” you whimpered, grinding harder as the tight coil in your stomach grew tighter.
“yeah?” jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, clearly fighting his own sounds. “want my cock inside you? want to be filled?”
you moaned in response just as the mattress dipped behind him. when you opened your eyes you found taehyung standing there fully naked, eyes dark and focused, one large hand slowly stroking his thick cock as he looked down at the two of you.
“lay back,” he ordered jungkook, pushing at his shoulders until the younger man was flat on the bed. “go on, baby. ride him.”
the rough command sent a fresh shiver through you. you wasted no time wrapping your hand around jungkook’s cock, feeling how heavy and hot it was, before guiding the tip to your entrance and sinking down slowly. every thick inch stretched you open until he was buried completely inside you, the fullness almost too much as your hands landed hard on his chest for support.
“let her do the work,” taehyung rasped. “go on, milk his cock. and don’t you dare fucking stop.”
your legs were still shaky, but you obeyed, rising and falling on jungkook’s cock, the head of him dragging over that perfect spot inside you with every downward stroke. you closed your eyes and let the pleasure take over, nails digging into the hard muscle of his chest while his hands settled on your hips without helping, just holding.
“come here.” you gasped when taehyung’s hand fisted in your hair again and pulled you forward until the head of his cock brushed your lips. “open.”
you did and he slid deep into your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks around him, sucking and running your tongue along the thick vein on the underside while your hips kept moving. the moment your rhythm faltered even slightly, taehyung’s hand cracked across your cheek again.
“i told you not to stop. move.”
you forced yourself to keep going—mouth working taehyung, cunt sliding up and down jungkook—until the wet sounds of both filled the room. spit ran down your chin, your thighs burned, you could feel yourself getting wetter with every second, the excess slick running down your legs and onto jungkook.
“such a good fucking puppy for us,” jungkook moaned, watching taehyung’s cock disappear into your throat right above his face, the outline of it visible against the soft skin of your neck as taehyung began fucking your mouth.
“she loves getting used like this, don’t you, baby? look at you. such a fucking whore.” taehyung’s voice was rough with pleasure as your spit coated his length and dripped from the corners of your stretched lips. you nodded the best you could around him.
your legs were shaking badly now, thighs burning and threatening to give out. when you tried to pull off just enough to breathe, taehyung held you firmly in place and pushed even deeper.
“no, no. stay.” you gagged hard as he filled your throat, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong, baby? too much? want to stop?” you nodded even as your hips kept trying to move on jungkook. taehyung only laughed. “but i don’t wanna stop, baby. you’re gonna take it, ok? take it like a good girl, c’mon.”
you clenched hard around jungkook, pulling a deep groan from him, as taehyung pulled back just enough for you to gasp a breath before slamming in again. the dual sensation was almost overwhelming, yet your body still craved more, squirming and moaning helplessly with every thrust and every filthy word.
“help her, jungkook. she’s too much of a mess to keep going on her own.” taehyung slapped your face again, then gripped your chin tightly while the other hand stayed buried in your hair. “such a useless little slut—” your teeth scraped lightly against him as jungkook suddenly slammed up into you, both hands gripping your hips hard as he took over the thrusting. “shit— baby—” taehyung moaned when the force of jungkook’s hips drove you even deeper onto his cock.
you were so close now. the coil in your stomach had tightened to the point of pain, and the way you kept clenching around jungkook made it obvious.
“fuck— so tight,” jungkook gritted out, fucking up into you harder. “wanna cum, baby? yeah? gonna cum for us?”
you had stopped moving your legs completely, body going limp as you relied entirely on jungkook’s arms to hold you up while the head of his cock hit that perfect spot over and over.
it didn’t take long. the orgasm crashed through you hard, your whole body locking up and shaking as you moaned brokenly around taehyung’s cock, pleasure white-hot and almost too intense to bear.
“that’s a good girl. that’s it, baby.” taehyung’s voice softened as he finally pulled free of your mouth, letting you gasp for air while he gently brushed his thumb over your tear-streaked cheek, giving you a moment to come down.
jungkook slipped out of you carefully. strong arms lifted you off him and settled you down in bed instead. one hand stroked slowly through your tangled, damp hair while you struggled to catch your breath.
“everything okay, baby?” taehyung asked quietly, trying to catch your gaze as your eyes fluttered. “feel good?” he pressed a soft kiss to your spit-slick lips before tilting your chin up.
you nodded weakly. “y—yeah…”
he kissed the tip of your nose. “good. because we’re not done with you yet.”
he turned you easily and laid your back against jungkook’s chest. the younger boy’s arms wrapped around you from behind, mouth already trailing hot, open kisses along your shoulder, your neck, and that sensitive spot under your ear that always made your body burn.
taehyung knelt between your spread legs, looking down at the mess between them with dark eyes. “spread wider, baby. let me see that pretty pussy.”
jungkook’s hands hooked under your knees and opened you further. taehyung’s expression darkened even more as he leaned in, fingers trailing slowly up the soft skin of your inner thighs.
“so dirty,” he murmured, replacing jungkook’s hands with his own to keep you spread. he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one thigh, then higher, until his mouth hovered right over your folds. “are you a dirty little slut? yeah?” he kissed you there and you whimpered, hips trying to lift for more. “yeah, you are. look at you. want my tongue?” you nodded eagerly while jungkook kept kissing and sucking at your neck. “say it. fucking say it.”
“want your tongue— please—”
“good girl.” a loud, broken moan tore from your sore throat as his warm tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up your folds before he sucked hard on your clit. “so fucking wet. you want to get fucked so badly, don’t you.” he groaned against you, licking and sucking with filthy wet sounds that filled the room. “wanna be filled by both of us, huh? wanna get stuffed by our cocks?” he pulled back just long enough to spit onto your cunt and watch it run down toward your ass, then followed the trail with his tongue, circling your second hole before returning to your clit.
“i think she’s ready, kook.”
jungkook shifted beneath you, the thick head of his cock pressing against your ass. the pressure made your breath hitch. taehyung leaned down and kissed you slowly while jungkook pushed in. “you scared, baby? are you scared to be used by two cocks?” taehyung cooed at you, stroking his cock in his hand. “oh but you want it, don’t you? you want it so bad.” jungkook sinked —inch by careful inch—until he was buried to the hilt.
“oh— fuck,” jungkook moaned in your ear, voice wrecked. “she’s gripping me so tight. that’s it, baby. good girl. breathe for me.”
you were still adjusting to the intense stretch when taehyung lined himself up with your pussy and began sinking in. “are you ready for me? can you take it?” the dual fullness was overwhelming as you dug your nails into jungkook’s forearm. “yes you can. you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” you whimpered into taehyung’s mouth as he kept going until he was fully inside you, both of them filling you so completely you could barely think. “shh, it’s okay baby. you got this.”
then they started to move. slow at first, finding a shared rhythm, then harder, deeper, until the bed creaked beneath you and broken, helpless sounds spilled from your throat with every thrust.
jungkook’s hand wrapped loosely around your throat. “oh my god—“ he groaned raspy in your ear. “so good baby, fuck— take it, just take it, that’s it.”
taehyung’s fingers dug into your hip hard enough to bruise, the sensation was so intense your vision blurred at the edges.
“you like being this fucking full, huh?” taehyung growled. “look at you, completely helpless between us—”
“hmm… gonna— c—um—” you managed, voice cracked and ruined.
“gonna cum on our cocks, baby? yeah?” jungkook whispered against your ear. “then cum, just let go.”
the second orgasm hit even harder than the first. your body convulsed between them, clenching tightly around both cocks until they both cursed. jungkook came first, spilling deep inside your ass with a broken groan. taehyung followed only a few thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and filling your cunt until you had never felt so full in your life.
for a long moment the only sound in the room was the three of you breathing hard.
taehyung eased out carefully, then helped lift you off jungkook and settle you between them on the bed. your body felt completely boneless, oversensitive, and thoroughly used. thick cum was already leaking from both holes onto the sheets.
taehyung brushed the damp hair from your forehead and pressed a soft kiss there. “you did so fucking good.”
jungkook turned your face toward him and kissed you slow and deep. “never thought you’d actually handle that,” he murmured. “so proud of you, baby.”
taehyung’s eyes dropped to the mess between your legs, a dark, satisfied smile curling his mouth.
“so pretty filled with our cum.” his fingers traced lazily through the mess leaking from you. “you love this, don’t you?”
you managed a weak, breathless little laugh, eyes still heavy. “yeah… i love it.” you gathered what little strength you had left to prop yourself up on your elbows and pull both of them closer by the necks, placing a soft, lingering kiss on each of their lips. “guess i need to provoke you more often.”
taehyung groaned against your mouth. “try it, baby. this was us going easy on you. next time i’ll make sure you won’t be laughing.”
summary | In an attempt to work on something important, you come home early expecting peace and quiet. Instead, you find your man there, far too distracting in his gym attire to get anything work-related done…
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Riding Kim Seokjin in those impossibly sexy gray sweats…
pairing | seokjin x f!reader
word count | 9.2k
elements | seokjin’s gray sweats; that big package; established relationship; cowgirl position; blowjob; oral sex; porn without much plot; 🔞; explicit sexual content
author's note | those damn gray sweats have burnt themselves into my brain istg, so this was born. I wrote this to indulge my own fantasies, I make no apologies −I will take my place in hell! I’m so deep in my ‘Corrupted by Seokjin’ era 🫦 Anyway, I hope you enjoy. As ever, please excuse any errors I may have overlooked. No, really, I am practically going blind from looking at this long ass porn fic fr… 🥹 you should have seen it before I chopped it down!
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This has got to be some sort of joke, like your stars were playing sick-fuckery games with you. You had left the hectic as hell office with the hope of getting a few hours of peace at home so you could work on some very important client files without constant interruptions.
The place was supposed to be empty, but as you walk into your apartment, you realize that you were about to become the kind of person whose evening was about to be completely derailed by a man in gray sweats.
More specifically −your man. Kim Seokjin. Mr. World Wide Handsome himself.
He’s sitting on the sofa with his phone balanced on one knee, glasses slipping down his nose as he scrolls, absorbing whatever it was with utter concentration. The sliver of pink tongue at the corner of his mouth which peeks out that he tends to do when he is focused stops your thoughts momentarily as you halt in the doorway, already feeling your temperature start to rise.
It was ridiculous how effortlessly he elevated your pulse with the tiniest, most mundane things. Like looking through a phone in plain gray sweats. That sort of image had no right to cause your entire body’s nerves to feel like they were rewiring manically. But this was Kim Seokjin, and WWH made nothing look basic.
You groan inwardly with the concession of a woman who knows she’s lost the battle even before it had begun. Seokjin looks up, startled, and sees you standing there gawking, open-mouthed, clutching onto an armful of legal documentation.
“Oh, hey!” he greets, his handsome face breaking out into a soft smile that takes his attractiveness up about ten levels. “−I didn’t even hear you come in. You’re early.”
And you are not meant to be here.
Whatever happened to the gym session he said he had planned with the guys? Although, on closer inspection, he looks like he’s already been to one judging by the light sheen of sweat that adorns that beautifully sexy forehead. Yeah, Seokjin even had a sexy forehead, something nobody could have ever convinced you was possible until you had met him six months ago and been floored by the sheer magnitude of his undeniable appeal.
You swallow. “Uh− yeah. I needed somewhere quiet, so I thought I’d bring some work back and−.”
He jumps up from the couch immediately, stuffing his phone into his pocket which only succeeds in diverting your attention to the fit of his sweats. “I got it, I’m sorry,” he says, giving you that sweet-fawn smile with those unbearably cute, ripe strawberry lips. “I’ll give you some space if you wanna work in here.”
“No−!” you call, a little too quickly and loudly, your throat drying by the second, and your eyes refusing to leave his body, mesmerized by the way the material folds and encompasses every inch of his tall, lean frame as he moves. “I mean, you don’t have to go. Just stay.”
God, you were hooked on this man something crazy.
Seokjin shoots you a look. “You okay?” he ventures, those perfect eyebrows creasing as he stares at you with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you manage, finally tearing your gaze from him. You move forward to deposit your files on the coffee table and sling your purse onto the nearest sofa with a deep sigh. “What happened to your gym session?”
Seokjin grins mischievously. “I managed to get out of it,” he tells you, his eyes lighting up. “Well, not exactly get out of it −but more like I sort of did some exercise here by myself.”
“Oh?” you say. Seokjin wasn’t the most enthusiastic about working out at the best of times, but he usually always got through it and applied himself with commendable dedication. “−Why didn’t you want to do it with the guys?”
He looks slightly sheepish, and it’s entirely adorable of course. “I, uh −I wanted to surprise you actually,” he tells you. “I was going to cook something nice for dinner, so I planned to do it before you got back. Only−,” he gestures towards you. “−Obviously you’re here now, so it won’t be too much of a surprise.”
The image of him standing over the stove, rustling up something delicious in those sweats suddenly removes your ability to form words and you swear you can feel saliva accumulating in your mouth ready to dribble over the moment your mouth opens.
You snap out of it, your brain automatically kicking into gear. “Am I missing something?” you ask, suddenly nervous that you might have missed some important date you should have remembered. “If I have, I’m so sorry, work has been nonstop lately I just haven’t been able to−.”
“No, no,” Seokjin interjects, looking miffed at your confusion. “There’s nothing like that. I just wanted to do something special, that’s all. I know you’ve been working hard lately, so I thought I would…” He tuts softly to himself. “I’m sorry, I should have checked with you first instead of assuming. I know you have a lot to do without me throwing surprise dinners at you.”
God, just when you think that you couldn’t love this man any more than you did, he comes out with something like that. You silently give thanks to whatever powers that be had thrown him into your path, because men like him were meant to be myths.
Your heart squeezes with so much love you are convinced it would burst if he says another word. You look at him standing there, just looking back at you with those innocent brown eyes so sweetly apologetic, and you feel your heart turning into a puddle of goo that matched the way you felt between your legs. This is all you needed, a full Seokjin onslaught.
“No, baby,” you say. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I was just worried I had forgotten some special date or anniversary or something.”
A smile replaces his pout, and he walks to you, arms outstretched. You brace yourself for what you know you’re going to feel, just before he envelopes you in his arms, bringing you in to his chest in an embrace. Your eyes close as you rest your head on the firmness of his body, breathing in his unmistakable scent.
Musk from his soap, the light lingering of sweat on his body, the powdery smell of the laundry detergent, and the faint bars of woodsy cologne that still cling to his skin all combine together to create something irresistible. Something you so clearly identified with Seokjin. He smells like long, luxurious lovemaking over satin sheets, mixed with rough, stretching, aching sex, the kind that had no fixed setting, all rolled into one.
Your hands curl around his narrow waist, desire beginning to brim higher inside you as you feel the sharp indentation of his hips, knowing if your hands travelled just underneath the hem of his sweatshirt, you would be closer to feeling the satin heat of his bare skin. He was driving you crazy already, unknowingly. How were you going to get any work done now, with this gorgeous specimen right here, just built perfectly to satisfy your rapidly rising lust.
Seokjin places a kiss on the top of your head, before his hands cup your face and raise it upwards so he can look down into your eyes. “You forgot something,” he says, affection in his voice. “−My kiss.”
Oh God.
He bends his head down, lips hovering above yours as his long fingers curl around your neck, thumbs stroking your jaw. How could you confess that if you started kissing him, maybe you might never stop. Before you can form another thought, he brings his lips to yours, covering them in a soft, sweetly innocent kiss.
You hum instinctively, the sensations that come alive in you a mix of pleasure and impatience. The kiss is barely more than a short meeting of mouths, but it feels like he’s kissed you head to toe, long and languorously, and left your body tingling all over, weak for him. You slack in his arms.
“That’s better,” he says with a sugary smile that attacks your weakened knees. “Things don’t feel right if I don’t get one of those from you.”
You force a smile back, although all you can think about is feeling those deliciously plump, rosy lips of his blaze maddening kisses up your thighs, and that soft, wet mouth pressing between your legs as he laps at your cunt, tongue-fucking you to an earth-shattering climax.
Your walls clenches, and you can already feel your arousal moistening unstoppably own below. You struggle to form a normal thought, not even when you attempt to think of something so unsexual −like the clients you are meant to be preparing the brief for.
“Let me go shower,” Seokjin says, breaking your thoughts. “−I’m sure I don’t smell the best.”
That’s bullshit, he smells like… sex. Hot, unbridled, raw sex. The kind you were starting to crave right about now. Instinctively, your fingers curl into his sweatshirt, gathering the inviting material against your fingers. You don’t want him to leave −not just yet.
“What is it, baby?” he asks tenderly, eyes searching yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Seokjin was an amazing guy, really he was. But there were times when he really could be absolutely clueless, especially when it came to just how much of an effect he could have on someone. In this case, you. He talked a good game with the whole World-Wide Handsome stuff, but behind the façade, he didn’t seem to be fully convinced he was as hot as the world placed him as.
Which was correct in a way −he’s far hotter than anyone could possibly imagine. You could vouch for that. You don’t know what you did in your past life to have this man keeping your bed warm, but you could pretty much guarantee it had been astronomic. Seriously, like Joan of Arc level possibly.
“I’m good,” you say, clearing your throat, your lips still dancing with sensation where his kiss had touched. You raise one hand to your mouth, grazing over the spot, and Seokjin watches you curiously. You shoot him a quick smile, removing your hand instantly. “−It’s just work stuff, you know?”
Seokjin arches those perfect eyebrows at you. “Okay,” he says, although you can tell from his tone that he isn’t convinced. “I’ll go and shower, give you some time to get yourself set up and do what you need to do. Just let me know when you’re ready to eat.” He holds his hands up. “No pressure. Take your time, I’ll wait.”
Then he pulls away from you, the fabric of his sweatshirt slipping through your fingers as he moves back. Your eyes refuse to leave him as he returns to the sofa to plump up the cushions where he was sitting, before he heads towards the door.
“You should have changed!” you blurt out in your desperation for him not to go.
He stops, already hallway out of the room, and turns back to you. “What?” he asks incredulously.
You run your hands through your hair, flustered. “Your workout gear,” you say hurriedly. “You should have changed before you−.” You falter, feeling ridiculous.
What the hell was the matter with you anyway? You should just focus on the work you had to do, which is why you came back here in the first place. Even Seokjin is making the effort to take your work seriously, and all you can think about is his cock inside you−
“Y/N,” Seokjin says. He takes off his glasses and folds them slowly, setting them down on a nearby shelf. “−You’re being really weird. Why don’t you just tell me what’s up so we can avoid all this weirdness and do whatever we both need to get done. You have work to do, right, and I would love to change out of this outfit −after a shower. So, spill. What is it?”
You take him in, open mouthed, the full deal −head to toe. His movement is fluid, an easy confidence in his stride as he makes his way towards you. His gray hoodie pulls across his broad shoulders before settling again, the sleeves pushed casually up his forearms, bunching beneath his elbow and revealing strong wrists and the faint outline of veins beneath warm honeyed skin.
Matching bottoms hang comfortably on his narrow hips, the fabric draping over long, lean thighs that somehow make the path before him feel smaller with every step, before falling in a relaxed, straight line down long legs and tapering neatly at his ankles, stopping just above his house slippers.
It’s the kind of casual look that is usually put together solely for purpose, ordinary −but on him they become anything but. Kim Seokjin didn’t do normal.
His dark hair is slightly mussed, like he'd run absent-minded fingers through it one too many times, strands falling across his forehead in a way that's effortless rather than styled. Fresh-faced and make-up free, expensive-looking skin still carrying a faint sheen that catches the light along his temples and the side of his neck. Proof of the workout he hasn't yet washed away.
You feel an appreciative moan rise up and lodge itself in your throat, and you push it down with all the restraint you can conjure up.
Seokjin looks utterly divine.
You start to fully appreciate exactly why every time he was photographed in this fit, the internet went crazy for him. you can’t help it as your eyes fall just in the place where the cloth skims over what Seokjin had been blessed with as it forms a soft but prominent rise in the crotch of his sweatpants. You bring your hands behind your back, fingers entwining as if you physically needed to restrain yourself from reaching out to palm over his alluring bulge.
Warm, bright eyes survey you with quiet amusement the moment they catch yours, as if he hasn’t completely and unknowingly derailed your ability to form a coherent thought. He stops in front of you, one corner of his mouth lifting. "Are you done checking me out?" he asks, hands sliding into his pockets as his eyes hold yours questioningly. “I thought you wanted me to change out of this?”
You swallow guiltily, heat climbing straight to your cheeks. “Why do you persist in wearing that so often?” you ask exasperatedly, the tightness in your voice betraying how flustered you are. “Surely your sponsors have other clothes you can wear.”
For a second, his usual quick wit abandons him, but then he smiles in that quiet, devastating way that never asks for attention and somehow earns all of it. "Should I have worn formalwear to work out?”
"You could've shown some restraint," you mumble under your breath.
Fucking Alo had a lot to answer for lately. Like the millions of soaking wet panties putting Seokjin in this outfit had brought on −including yours now. You hadn’t really seen him post-workout in these sweats before, only in photos. You should have kept it that way, because now, really, the prospect of doing any work was a million miles away.
“Restraint?” he echoes, having clearly heard you. “What are you on about?”
You point at him as if you're presenting evidence in court. "Oh, come on,” you tell him, “Quit acting all innocent. You go on social media."
He blinks, regarding you. “What is the matter with you today?” he asks, his expression growing stern again. “You are really acting strange, Y/N. Just spit it out, whatever it is that’s got you being like this.”
Your patience snaps, frustration overtaking you. “You’re distracting me!” you blurt out. “You weren’t meant to be here, I was supposed to come back and finish an urgent brief, but now… now you’re here, and I can’t… I can’t fucking concentrate!”
Seokjin’s eyebrows lift. “I’m distracting you?” he says blankly, clearly thrown by your outburst. “How? I’m literally leaving the room!”
“By−,” you start, gesturing vaguely in his direction, “−that!”
He follows your hand to himself. "The hoodie?"
You nod defeatedly. "It’s the entire package,” you tell him.
You can tell Seokjin doesn't have a reply, he just stares, bewildered, before letting out a slow breath. "That was…,” he says, clearing his throat as a dangerous smirk begins to appear, “−Unexpected."
“Show-off,” you mutter under your breath, but your eyes are traitorously on his outfit again, running down his chest.
Soft gray cotton, a neckline that sits against his defined collarbone as if it was made to be touched, and lean, taut muscle beneath the fabric that drove you wild. How could you not look? Seokjin’s eyes follow yours instantly, not missing a beat, and he looks back at you questioningly.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” you state accusingly.
He snorts lightly. “Oh yeah?” he says, taking the smallest step forward, inching nearer to you. “−And what exactly is that, hmm?”
Your breath catches as his eyes lower, slowly travelling downwards, coming to rest on the prominent rise and fall of your chest. You watch as his expression changes, something registering in his face that sends your pulse skyrocketing.
“You know what,” you say, your voice strained in the silence as you feel yourself weakening at the sight in front of you.
Seokjin edges nearer yet. “No, really I don’t,” he says, his eyes fixed on you so intently that you don’t have any ability to hide the tiniest reaction from him. “So why don’t you just tell me what exactly I’m doing to distract you.”
“You’re not helping,” you whisper.
Why did he have to be so incredibly attractive, so much so that it gave you no chance of a grateful retreat to safety. Away from those plush lips that threatened to wreak havoc on your body with the slightest movement, and those skilled, long fingers that worked you head to toe so expertly, and that body that lay beneath the material of those flattering sweats that you longed to feel pressing against you so sinfully.
Something in your expression must have given you away because you feel Seokjin’s hand settle at your waist and you still with a small gasp. He’s so tall you have to look up, your heart already hammering in expectation, knees feeling like they couldn’t hold up your body much longer. His eyes pass over your face leisurely, making your skin feel aware of itself and you feel yourself tremble in his arms.
“Hm,” he murmurs, a flicker of amused satisfaction crossing his expression. “−You’re shaking.”
Seokjin draws you in closer into his space, close enough that the warmth radiating through his clothes feels like it’s settling into your bloodstream, refusing to leave. His fingers flex at your side, barely a stroke, almost absentmindedly, a graze of nothing −yet you feel it everywhere.
“What is it, baby?” he coaxes gently, his voice deeper, coating you like sweet, rich honey. “Talk to me.”
That does it. Your restraint doesn’t break so much as slip. Your hands come up to catch the front of his sweatshirt before you fully register moving, finding purchase against his chest, the fabric beneath your fingertips soft and maddeningly domestic for something that feels this charged.
His breath changes, and so does yours. “This−” you whisper, almost challenging. “When you do this.”
A faint smile brushes his mouth as he closes his hands behind you at the small of your back. “I think,” he says quietly, “That you like it when I do this.”
Heat floods your face at how easily he says it, how he studies you, watching how you react without looking away, and your breath catches hard. That would be an understatement if ever there was one. You didn’t just like it, you craved it like the air you breathed. The way he touched you, from the tiniest contact to the most intimate invasion, set you alight in ways you had never realized was possible before him.
Seokjin’s hands slide back to your waist, hovering where your blouse meets your skirt, no ambiguity left. “Am I right?” he asks huskily, but you can see it isn’t really a question. He already knows the answer.
You stare back at him and see the victory in his eyes.
From how he’s angled your body to his, you suddenly become aware of the press of something at your stomach. You give a faint, longing whimper. He’s hard, cock pressing through his sweatpants, straining and vying for your attention. Heaven help you.
Seokjin cups your face with one hand, thumb at your chin, stroking upwards until it reaches your bottom lip. Your parted mouth searches for his digit, your tongue seeking the tip as it enters your mouth, sliding wetly around before enclosing it with your lips, sucking slowly.
You hear him moan lightly, his eyes darker than before now. God, you want him. Right here, in these sweats, looking like this, you want him inside you. You didn’t care how or where, so long as something of his was in you. Your eyes semi-close, lids heavy with desire as he removes his thumb from your mouth and kisses you.
The touch of his lips on yours sends your body careering into overdrive, the lust that consumes you spreading fast and wide until there isn’t one inch of you that doesn’t need him like a drug. Your mouth opens beneath his, allowing his tongue to push and slide against yours in a searching, teasing dance, his smooth plump lips caressing and rubbing over yours as your breath breaks against his kiss, ever aware of the hardness of his erection that continues to remind you of its presence jutting against your body.
You cling to him like a lifeline, crazed with want, your unashamed moans swallowed by Seokjin’s wet, hot mouth. Slowly, you both start to move towards the couch, still engrossed in kissing. Seokjin goes down first, pulling you on top of him as he reaches up to pull out your hairclip, freeing your hair which goes cascading down and over him. He buries his hands into it, tugging softly, kissing intensifying as he gives a low, throaty growl that you feel all the way to your core.
He pushes your hair back, smiling at you. “So−,” he begins softly, hips rolling gently against you, “—This is what you’re after.”
You look down at him, all flushed, swollen, kiss-stung deep pink lips, dark and hungry eyes on a face that gleams with a thin layer of sweat over his light caramel-tone skin. He is absolutely delectable, sinfully and achingly heavenly. So much so that immediately you reclaim his mouth with a needy kiss, wanting to feel their sweet plushness under yours. His eyes widen in surprise for a second before fluttering closed, kissing you back with depth and urgency.
You need more as his huge boner presses up at your stomach, digging into you. You place your hands at Seokjin’s shoulders and push back, easing yourself away slightly, biting at your lip mischievously. He looks at you, his breath coming faster, already in anticipation of what might come when your hand trawls down his chest and down to the hem of his sweatshirt. Hooking your fingers beneath it, you reach under the material and encounter the heat of his skin, his washboard abs tensing beneath your touch.
“Oh God!” you breathe, your arousal heavy, your inner walls already clenching.
You look down at the protruding bulge that is situated less than an inch from your roving hands, and slowly begin to come down, splaying over Seokjin’s stomach, moving lower until you make connection. You gasp, your mouth watering as you palm over his huge, clothed cock. These fucking sweats would be the death of you. Nobody should look this good in gray fucking sweats.
“Damn you!” you groan brokenly, “Couldn’t you just wear something else?”
He moans softly, lifting his hands, one he tucks behind his head as he peers down at you, and the other stretches towards you, easing your hair behind your ear. “Sponsorship, baby,” he drawls lazily. “I’m under contract.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you murmur distractedly, your hand passing over his cock again.
He hisses inwardly, catching your hand. “Don’t−,” he warns, his sudden authoritativeness turning you on. “Not unless you’re going to do something. You said you have work, right? I’m not clean, I have to shower.”
You shoot him a look, letting the tip of your tongue run over your lip. “Work can wait,” you state, your brain doing a complete one-eighty to deviate from its early mindset. “—And I like the way you look right now,” you tell him, eyes running pointedly down his fit. “Exactly like this.”
It takes him a second for his mind to finally comprehend the appeal, and he blinks in surprise. “You too?” he muses. “Seriously?”
“Mmhmm,” you confirm. “I don’t believe you don’t know just what you’re doing to everyone in these clothes.”
“They’re sweatpants!” Seokjin says exasperatedly, letting out an awkward scoff of laughter. “I mean, I know I’m handsome but come on!”
You shake your head. “Nice try, but I still don’t believe you,” you say resolutely. “Now, let go of my hand.”
You pull yourself free determinedly, and Seokjin huffs gently, watching as you drop down and position yourself between his thighs which spread slightly to accommodate you. He stretches out, his long, lean body sprawling out over the couch. His sweatshirt rises, revealing his wonderfully defined abs and a lightly sweat-sheened stomach, the neat divot of his navel and clean lines that lead invitingly towards his pelvis and to the huge bulge tenting in his pants.
You take him in greedily, fascinated momentarily by the way his stomach rises and falls in time with his quickened breathing. Did he really not know the danger of his own allure? His stomach was a work of art designed to bring women to their knees; you couldn’t get enough of it. Toned and inviting, you wanted to place sucking kisses across every inch of his beautiful honey skin.
Seokjin watches as your hands move, fingers lingering at the waistband of his pants, your eyes finding his, full of unabashed desire as you start to tug down both the pants and his underwear. There’s something so exciting about stripping away these sweats from him to uncover what lay beneath, and your heartbeat quickens, skin flushing with want under his gaze.
You ease the material carefully over the engorged head of his cock and watch in delight and raw want as his erection springs free, flush and dusky rose against his abdomen, the wide, spongy tip glistening with the first slick shine of precum.
What a sight he is. Weighty and thick, saliva fills your mouth at what you see. You can barely contain your own arousal as you slide the garments down over his thighs until they rest just above his knees, giving you full exposure, the scent of his soap and sweat and masculinity mixing together in an irresistible cocktail that intoxicates you.
Slowly, your head dips, moving towards his twitching cock. You need a moment to take it all in with appreciation. He’s so damn huge, so long and girthy, veined and tempting. A shiver of delight dances up your spine as you look up through your lashes to see Seokjin swallow with heated anticipation, the bob of his Adam’s apple only furthering your thirst for him.
You’re so weak, so gone, so ready for him as you place your hands at the tops of his firm thighs, your mouth descending towards his shaft. You lick at your lips again, before the tip of your tongue connects with the slit of his cockhead, sliding across the line and tasting the first salty tang of his arousal.
“Fuck!” Seokjin rasps tautly, body tensing as he raises his head a little further to get a better view of you.
You swallow down what lingers on your tongue, the smallest hint of a smile playing at your lips as you hold eye contact with him. If he was going to be this seductive that it distracted you from work, then he was going to have to pay the price. You repeat the gesture once more, extracting yet another strained curse from Seokjin, accompanied this time by a groan.
You take his head between your lips, pushing down your mouth over the velvety flesh, tongue flicking over his slit to take in more of his precum. You’re already in awe of his size, just as you always were, and even though only the tip of his cock is in your mouth, you can feel the stretch of your lips around it. His hips buck up involuntarily, wanting to be inside more, already addicted to your wet heat.
He reaches down to bury a hand into your hair, guiding your head further down, impatient to speed up your unhurried start. You oblige, eager to pleasure him, hungry to taste more of his beautiful, big cock. You push forward, letting his massive length fill your mouth until the head hits the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex. The stretch is intense. Seokjin moans, fingers digging in against your scalp to keep your mouth around him.
The tip of your nose presses against the soft skin of his abdomen, fighting to breathe as you inhale his scent, the situation so erotically charged that your arousal feels like it’s going to send you crazy. You force back the urge to gag, tears springing to your eyes as you swallow down your excess saliva before your lips clamp determinedly over his cock. You bring your hand up to curl around his thick base, so his entire shaft is encased by you.
“Fuck, Y/N! Seokjin growls, relaxing his hand in your hair a fraction, enough that you can pull back, your lips sliding smoothly back up his erection, tongue lapping around his full girth. “You take me so—”
He’s stopped short, words fading into a sharp hiss as you cup his balls gently with careful fingers. You steal another glance upwards, where the view that greets you is exquisite. Seokjin’s eyes are trained in your direction but are closed, long dark lashes fluttering at the tops of his cheeks. His plump lips are parted open in a series of ragged pants and curses, hair falling disobediently messily as damp strands lick at the corners of his forehead.
Oh, Kim Seokjin was world-wide handsome for sure.
He leans back with a sigh as you squeeze gently at him, the long column of his throat bared, carrying the glowing sheen of sweat over his perfectly smooth skin. You caress the heavy sacks slowly, your mouth working at his cock languidly, stretching out every suck, every lick, every taste of him. Wanting him to want as badly as you do.
You let your teeth graze along the underside of his shaft, and his eyes fly open, a mixture of fear and thrill in his dark irises. You smile up at him innocently, flicking out your tongue to collect yet more of his oozing precum into your mouth, before you make such a scene of swallowing it that your performance would be worthy of a porn award.
It’s a direct hit. Seokjin winces, his expression showing you in no uncertain terms just how much he wants you. He’s practically fucking you with his eyes, pleading with you to take him, let him cum for you. You can feel how wet you are, panties soaked, your body crying out to sit astride him and let in every inch of that magnificent cock into you and ride him until you milk him for every drop. You wanted to know how it felt to have him fuck you whilst wearing those flattering sweats −you had to.
The thought spurs you on and you suck harder at his cock, hearing yourself moan, your hands stroking him simultaneously as you feel him harden further, engorged and full enough to burst. The humming sound of your moan vibrates through his shaft, and he calls your name as if in a trance. With immense concentration, you break into a rhythm, your head bobbing up and down, fingers massaging at his balls, hand tightening at his base to stroke him. You know you’re pushing him hard from the salacious sounds he is producing and the sheer level of broken, frenzied cursing that accompanies it.
“Y/N−,” he calls tautly, head snapping forward to look down at you, watching as you work him, fucking him with your mouth. “I’m close, baby. It feels so good… don’t stop−.”
You meet his eyes, opting to let him inside you even deeper so that every time your head goes forward to meet the slight rut of his hips, the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, edging him at your own pace. Seokjin’s eyes roll up in his head as the pleasure engulfs him, fingers gripping at the hem of his sweatshirt in desperation, hips jolting, his cock twitching against your lips as a fresh load of precum seeps out across your tongue.
Feeling him tense up, you know he’s close again, so you pull back without warning, his cock slipping out of the grip of your mouth with a distinct pop. He groans like a man in pain, anguish in his eyes as he stares down at you questioningly. “No, baby−,” he whines, biting at his lip and pouting, “Why did you stop? I was so close.”
His duality was really something.
You place a soft kiss at the tip of his still raging erection, which from the way Seokjin’s body judders involuntarily is super sensitive from your ministrations. With the lightest of touches, you stroke him a couple of times, keeping eye contact. He bucks up into your hand, chasing more friction, wanting to have the finish your touch had been promising.
But it was too soon. As much as you wanted him, you wanted to play with him a little before you took him on the home strait.
“Not just yet,” you coo.
Seokjin’s eyes narrow animalistically, his expression stern and predatory. As if you didn’t know he could have you on your back in seconds if he wanted, pinned down under his weight, cock pressing at your opening as he kisses into you like a man possessed.
“Y/N,” he breathes raggedly, eyes flashing dangerously. “You’ll be sorry if you don’t finish what you started.”
You love when Seokjin sounds masterful, it never failed to arouse you. This time was no different, and desire pools low in your stomach, building with pressure, waiting like a dam to explode. Your cunt aches for him, the emptiness you long for him to fill prevalent between your legs.
You hum appreciatively against his cock, the vibrations driving him wild. “Is that right?” you ask teasingly.
Your mouth hovers by his straining cock, millimeters away from the heat of his skin, tantalizing and torturous. Seokjin looks down at you, and you smirk back, running your fingertip over his wet slit, eliciting another deep groan from him. He looks wrecked for you, his breathing erratic, pupils blown and desperation in his glassy eyes.
“You want−.”
You don’t get to finish your sentence because in an instant, you feel Seokjin’s hand around the back of your neck and your mouth fills with his cock. You find yourself compliant as your jaws obediently open, tongue out flat as you allow him inside fully, once more hitting the back of your throat. The way he fucks into you has your body yearning like crazy for him, your cunt fluttering and constricting, need constantly building. Your moans increase as his relentless thrusts continue and you hear him grunt determinedly.
The salty tang of his precum was in every part of your mouth now, flooding into your senses as your mouth is overrun with saliva which leaks around his cock as swallowing becomes harder.
“That’s right, baby,” Seokjin sighs roughly, voice edged with barely held restraint as he quickens up, fisting into your hair roughly. “−Take it all.”
Your eyes close, concentration setting at your brows as you continue to fight the urge to choke on the sheer size of his cock. Your hand comes up to assist, wrapping around his thick base to alleviate some of the ache in your jaw, and he groans salaciously as he looks down at you. What a sight it must be, his sweatpants around his ankles, his hardness all the way in your mouth, lips stretched to capacity around it as your hand wrapped around the base, tears spilling from beneath the corners of your lashes as you pleasure him repeatedly.
His arousal stiffens between your lips yet more, swelling more, growing more rigid and impatient with each swirl of your tongue, each swipe over his flowing slit, thirsting for the taste of him with every motion. The sounds he is making are in turn rising your pleasure to an unimaginable point, your clit throbbing as you hear his shuddering, soft breaths. You ache to be touched as your arousal soaks through your panties. You start to feel the compelling need for some relief of your own, and slowly you edge your other hand down and under your skirt, searching for the apex of your thighs and your needy, wet cunt.
But Seokjin is quick to notice and clearly has other ideas because he quickly catches your hand, lifting it away from yourself with a gentle, chiding tut. “No, baby—” he hums, his tone composed even if breathless. “This is what you were after, wasn’t it, hm?”
His cock slides out of your mouth with a soft pop, glistening with your saliva and his precum, as your eyes open to look up at him pleadingly. He looks even more beautiful now. Like some ethereal angel with sweet, berry lips and teasing eyes that stare back at you, dark with desire. And just like that he’s back in control.
“Seokjin, please,” you murmur, relinquishing your power fast, hearing the crack in your voice as you abandon any sense of pride in favor of wanting him so fucking bad. “I need you.”
He tilts your face up with the crook of his finger, his cock jutting alluringly mere inches from your mouth. “I know, baby,” he smirks. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
You nod, your own desperation heightened. Those fucking grey sweats, they would be ruination of you. You take him in, all broad shoulders, fuck me eyes, bee-stung lips and ride-me cock. Kim Seokjin could fuck you six ways from Sunday anytime he wanted, and you would let him with a smile on your face.
“Come here,” he commands, one hand wrapping around the base of his thick, hard cock. He strokes it a couple of times, eyes on you, knowing how weak you were for seeing him touch himself. He pats his thigh with his other hand, gesturing with his head for you to climb astride. “Take off your panties and come and get what you wanted.”
You don’t need asking twice.
In the blink of an eye, you slide down your underwear and hitch up your skirt. You straddle him, arms curling around those beautiful broad shoulders, fingers finding the soft strands of hair at his nape. He cups your ass, raising you up slightly, the head of his cock touching your wet cunt and eliciting an excited whine from you.
You reach out to push his hair away from his forehead, watching as it falls back into place in that boyishly untidy way that makes you yearn more for him. As your fingers continue to stroke down his face slowly, his eyes never leave yours, heavy-lidded with desire and darkening just like an approaching night. He’s so aroused, face flushed, breathing quick, colour tinging his cheeks and his skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat.
You lean forward and steal a soft kiss from his beautifully swollen, plush pink lips. “I want you,” you whisper, your mouth hovering against his, lips just touching his teasingly, the tip of your nose nudging at his.
Your hips circle around his crotch, applying pressure as you rock on his lap in a steady rhythm. You’re soaked, you know it, and he’s hard as hell, his cock straining dangerously towards you. You moan gently when you hear the primal, guttural sound that escapes him as you slide your wetness against him.
Your head dips into his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin as you press kisses at the vein that protrudes at the side. “Jin—,” you murmur needily just by his ear.
Seokjin unravels entirely, and before you can even register what is happening, he reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock with an urgent hiss. He strokes himself a couple of times before cupping your ass and hurriedly lifting you away from him for a second.
When he brings you down again, you feel the head of his cock push against your folds. “I need to be inside you,” Seokjin says hotly. “Now!”
His words thrill you as you reach down to guide him to your opening, sliding his cockhead between your wet lips back and forth before you position him at your soaked, fluttering hole. Slowly you start to ease yourself down as he brackets your hips, lowering you onto his erection.
“Fuck—” you whisper fervently, already feeling the way his cock had started to stretch your insides. He’s so big that your body tenses for a second, but he perseveres, each inch edging into you torturously slowly.
“Take it,” Seokjin coaxes, kissing at your mouth heatedly. “Take it all.”
“Mm… oh God,” you murmur weakly as you push down further, voice taut with arousal. You bury your face into his neck, inhaling the masculine scent of his skin, your cheek nuzzling at the soft material of the collar of his sweatshirt. “You make me feel so full!”
His fingers grip into your ass, applying more pressure as he grinds into you deeper. “Yeah?” he whispers hotly by your ear. “You like that?” You moan in response as he nicks at your skin with his teeth. “That’s my girl,” he coos. “Take what you need, baby. I want to feel you cum for me.”
Need fills your core, rushing you forward as you bear down onto his engorged, delicious cock. Pain mixes with pleasure as he fills you, taking every inch of you bit by bit in a commanding invasion. You throw your head back, lust burning every part of you unquenchably as you take in the exquisite sensation of stretching tightness holding him inside you. There’s such a thrill in knowing a part of him was inside you so deep in your most intimate part.
“Seokjin!” you breathe, fingers digging into his back through his sweatshirt.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs hotly. “—You’re so tight. So good.”
You tremble at his words. Had you felt like you could allocate more time to this encounter, you would have pulled it off him, but such was your need all you wanted was him inside you. If the damn sweatshirt stayed on, so be it. As long as his cock was inside you.
His lips claim yours just as you take the final inch, his entire cock sheathed by your walls, hard and swollen, a weapon waiting to be unleashed inside you. You moan into his mouth as your body gets used to the feel of his cock, walls holding him in place as he pulls you closer to him. Your breasts rest flush against his chest, feeling the heat of his body through your clothes.
“Feel good?” he whispers, biting at your lips.
“Mm,” you hum, lost in your own pleasure as you begin to rock your hips against him softly.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, hands at your waist, steering you, guiding your motions in a slow rhythm. “Can you feel me?”
“Yes!” you cry as your walls grip at his length tightly, searching for the pleasure he gives you in that sweet spot within you.
You bite at his shoulder as he bucks up unexpectedly hard with a sharp, quick thrusting rut. It feels so fucking good, this man’s cock should be illegal.
“Do you want to cum on my cock?” he says, plush lips at the hollow of your throat. “You want to be a slut for me? Wanting me this bad, hm?”
One of his hands makes its way between you, fingers locating your throbbing bud where he strokes at it gently in quick circular motions that make you dizzy with want. “Seokjin!” you can’t help but cry out, hands digging into his hair, tugging at his scalp.
“Yes, baby,” he replies heatedly, sucking at your neck now, hard enough you know the bruise will be prominent. He looks back at you with feigned innocent chocolate eyes darkened with desire, “—You want something?”
You don’t care. You want him to devour you. You can’t focus on a single thought as your cunt flutters and pulses hungrily around his engorged length. He fucks into you harder, quickening the pace, knowing exactly how to hit it right. The head of his cock meets your cervix, rubbing with maddening friction at your pleasure point with accuracy and purpose.
You hear Seokjin’s breathing grow more ragged as you intensify your own movements, riding his cock in matching rhythm. You can feel your pleasure mounting, the pressure intensifying within, the taut thread on its way to snapping as you feel yourself being speared repeatedly on his erection. The feeling is deliciously exquisite and so fucking hot you can’t imagine anyone could ever arouse you more than Seokjin does.
You wanted him forever. You wanted him to be the one you married. You wanted his cock to be the only one you ever let inside you for all eternity. He was everything to you, and he had ruined you beyond repair for everyone else.
“Jin!” you moan again, “You feel so good inside me…” You sound inebriated on the pleasure he was giving you, your walls gripping him harder, squeezing against the heated, hard flesh inside you. “God, Jin— I want you.”
His lips capture yours, wet and warm, tongue engaging with yours as his thumb continues to apply pressure on your clit. You moan into his mouth, utterly delirious, uncaring how needy you were. The pleasure is so good that you bite at his plump bottom lip with a sharp cry. You hear Seokjin groan, his cock twitching inside you as he thrusts upwards with a little more force.
“Careful, baby,” he warns breathlessly against your mouth in-between kisses, “You’re going to drive me wild.”
The sensations of his demanding cock and his delicious warning are overwhelming, his cock embedded all the way inside you, hitting at your cervix to deliver intense waves of rising ecstasy with every single one. You lift a hand to his face, fingers drawn towards his swollen lips, and you stroke your thumb across his mouth.
How could somebody be so perfectly beautiful? Nobody even came close. Your hips circle slower for a moment as you take in the sight of him, enjoying the feeling of his thick length snugly inside you.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Seokjin murmurs, hands finding your breasts over your blouse, palming over them, his fingers climbing up to find the buttons and undoing one quickly. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you do.”
He gives you a deep thrust upwards, one you swear you can feel all the way up in your chest and you cry out his name, yanking at his sweatshirt, fisting the material as you hold onto him, leaning back so he can finish opening the remainder of your buttons and ease your blouse apart. Impatiently he pulls down your bra, groaning at the sight of your exposed breasts, nipples protruding against the cool air, inviting his mouth down onto them.
It’s all him in control now, as you sit speared on his huge, thick cock, completely at his mercy as he pulls one breast into the heat of his wet, hungry mouth and begins to suck at you. You push down with your hips, one hand reaching up around the back of his head to press it against your chest, always seeking more.
“Jin,” you whimper, the lashings of pleasure that are being delivered all over your body, outside and inside, taking hold of you and bending you to his will.
“You want this?” he hums, teeth catching your nipple between them and giving you a gentle tug. “Like that?”
“Please, baby—”
He looks at you, his eyes tempestuously dark, past the point of return as he watches you writhe on his lap impatiently. He takes your hands in his, fingers entwining with yours as he holds your gaze. “Ride me,” he commands. “You want it? You take what you need baby.”
You don’t need asking a second time. You lift yourself up slowly from his cock until he’s almost wholly out of you, but you don’t let him pull out fully. You look down at him, seeing the glaze of his eyes as he stares up at you, the light sheen of sweat that adorns his honey skin, the sweet part of his plush swollen lips from which the softest, most salacious breaths escape. He’s so fucking pretty. So utterly, devastatingly alluring.
“Jin,” you whisper, and in the same breath, you slide yourself back down onto him with urgency, the wetness of your cunt making the motion relatively effortless as your walls squeeze around him.
Seokjin groans loudly as you come down flush onto his lap, his fingers gripping yours tightly. You don’t wait as you repeat the same move, your hips beginning to circle around him as you do it again, and then again, quickening with each drop. He’s so stiff inside you as you ride him, your heat holding him deliciously as you chase your nearing climax. Harder and faster you go, spearing yourself onto him repeatedly, your hands leaving his to grasp at his broad shoulders.
He cups your breasts, weighing them in his palms appreciatively as he watches them bounce with your movements, so aroused now he can barely think straight. He doesn’t even notice when your nails dig into his back, doesn’t care that even through the fabric you would leave marks on his skin.
He brings one hand between you, thumbing over your glistening clit that shines with slick. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “You’re perfect.”
His praise buoys you and you quicken a little more, feeling that tight coil within you start to wind tauter, knowing the snap would come sooner rather than later. You can feel the head of his cock slam against your cervix, right at your sweet spot, over and over. You’ve never felt anything quite like it, your mind obsessing with the exquisite way he fills you so satisfyingly. Better than any vibrator.
And then he’s kissing you, his wet, hot tongue sliding against yours, probing into your mouth as his hands bracket your hips to assist. You kiss him back wildly, shamelessly moaning now, the pleasure growing inside you. You feel consumed and invaded by him, he’s everything. All you see, all you feel, all you want and all you would ever want. You concentrate on the way he stretches you, occupying every single inch of your most intimate part, feeling as if he had impaled himself so deep into you that he was in your stomach.
Your eyes open only briefly, just to see him. Your beautiful man, desperately holding on for you, knowing he was hanging on to every shred of restraint he had as you hover on the brink. He bites at your lip hard, his tongue flicking across the spot to soothe you and you yelp, the pain and pleasure together a heady mix that has you lingering on the last few seconds of the edge.
“Oh God,” you whine, feeling him thrust upwards to meet you as you bear down on him, his cock driving into you just right as his thumb applies just the correct amount of pleasure onto your sensitive bud. “—Jin! Fu—”
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Let it go for me.”
You can feel every single inch of him inside you, tearing you apart with his huge cock, and you love it. Your body tenses on the final approach as one more time you lift up and sink down onto him.
It’s over, and all you can manage to whisper is his name as you shatter spectacularly around him. The slick of your arousal pools out over him and out, running down over his thighs and over his cock in a heated mess. His gray sweats weren’t going to survive this encounter scot-free.
“That’s my girl,” Seokjin breathes as he continues to fuck you through your climax. “You feel so fucking good.”
It isn’t long before you feel him harden inside you momentarily, before his cock twitches and pulses against your still convulsing walls, ropes of hot liquid spurting out into you as he finishes with a series of salacious grunts. You love watching him finish, seeing that rapture caught on his face when he finally lets go, bringing your barely recovered body back to life again.
When you are both eventually done, your body slackens against his, his head buried against your chest as you stroke his hair. You love the feel of him like this, so soft yet strong, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he holds you against him as if he never wants to let you go.
You place a kiss at the top of his head. “Jin,” you call gently.
He looks up with a slow smile. You will never tire of how beautiful he is, you could look at him for a million lifetimes and never get bored. His cock is still inside you, still not completely softened yet, and you wish you could keep him inside you forever.
“Hmm?” he says lazily, his expression sated and sweet. “What’s up, baby?”
“I think I’ve messed up your sweats,” you tell him, biting at your lip.
He chuckles. “That was your real intention all along, wasn’t it?” he teases. “You took issue with my outfit the moment you came back.”
You nudge him playfully. “As much as I would love to take credit for that, this” —you gesture between you both— “wasn’t exactly in my plans.”
He steals a kiss from your lips with a smile. “This was definitely better,” he tells you. “Fuck the sweats.”
You kiss him back, arms winding around his neck. “Yeah, fuck—” You stop, suddenly feeling movement inside you, and realize that he’s stirring again. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “No way!” you exclaim. “You can’t be—"
Seokjin smirks knowingly. “Oh, I can, baby,” he hums, hands sliding up your thighs. “You owe me.”
“What?” you say incredulously. “What on earth for?”
He grins. “New sweats, baby,” he says, before his lips claim yours.
summary: you were hired as the most highly sought after escort in your city to ‘entertain’ the members for kim seokjin’s 34th birthday. but how far does ‘down for whatever’ usually go?
word count: 8,671 (this is crazy btw)
content warnings: just filthy filthy smut with a thought of a plot, use of y/n, alcohol use and smoking, y/n is a cisgender female who uses she/her pronouns, established safe word, y/n is tipsy but cognisant enough to give informed consent, safe word previously established (see part 1), safe word check-in, voyeurism, bruising, oral (f!receiving and giving), anal play (no p in a), degradation (name calls and teasing y/n), protected ps in v, one unprotected p in v, cum in mouth + on body, cum drunk!reader, overstimulation, one forced orgasm, creampie, aftercare performed while reader is semiconscious
author’s note: this was gonna be one part, but it was getting so long i didn’t want you guys to go too long without content!! thank you to my friend yugen for the suggestion 😗 also sorry for the time skip its so hard writing 7 men running a train on you?????? this is kinda ass i apologise
taglist: @thesaranghaestudio, @katie-tibo, @randomgirl321, @whos-mali, @tea4sykes {pls inbox or comment to be added!}
psst; read part one here!
“Come sit on my face.”
A beat of silence fell in the air — even the subtle chatter of the other men in the room seemed to reduce itself to hushes. You, usually bold and easygoing when it came to decisions, suddenly experienced a wave of hesitation. You were destined for failure; his brown eyes burning into your own, though heavy lidded from a night of drinking, his fingers broad and decorated with ink, even more exciting. His features were excruciatingly handsome and inviting, you’d be stupid to say no. If anything, the developing wet spot on your underwear told all the secrets you dared not to utter, even under your breath. The throb between your legs was unavoidable at this stage.
When your thumbs hooked under the elastic of your lace, Jungkook’s words brought you to swift stillness. “Keep them on, they look so good,” he dictated. You could tell that his tone was intended to be a lot more even, but the edge of lust couldn’t be buffed away from his voice. With a swallow, your hands instead hung idly at your sides as you took a step towards the lying man. Taking the extended hand he had used to beckon you over as an aid, you wrapped your fingers around his palm as you extended your leg to kneel at his head, your crotch hovering over his lips. You blushed bashfully, but still couldn’t hide the smile on your lips. For a stretched few seconds, it seemed like he was still underneath you. You could feel his warm breath radiating on your core, but nothing movement wise. You dipped your head down out of curiosity and saw that his eyes were closed, simply breathing your essence in. Your heart couldn’t have thrummed harder underneath your ribs even if it tried. You were so taken by the image that you failed to notice one of the young men appear at your front until some strong digits raked themselves into your hair.
Your eyes looked up once again to meet Hoseok’s whose eyes could’ve easily fucked you senseless. He almost looked scary, intimidating, but in the most arousing way possible. It was almost as if you were the prey and he was the predator that had been sniffing out your scent. Almost on cue, Jungkook’s tongue licked long stripes along the inside of your thighs, mirroring the sensation that Taehyung had previously given to you before. A small whimper tumbled from your lips with pathetic need, but your eyes stayed fixed on Hoseok’s. He didn’t say a word, but his mischievous grin told you that he was pleased to see how wrecked you had become with no effort exerted whatsoever. “You okay?” He spoke, voice raspy. However, his tone lacked any genuine concern but rather teased your appearance. All you could manage was a nod, and with that he pulled your hair ever so slightly to the side to allow access to your neck, where his lips quickly to your supple skin. A soft moan left your throat at his roughness, appreciating him sucking bruises into your neck. He too moaned your pulse, as if to enjoy the taste of the small layer of sweat on your body. In tandem with Hoseok’s hickeys, you felt Jungkook’s finger hook around the crotch of your underwear and pull it aside, and the cool air hitting your sopping cunt was enough to make you shiver.
“Shit,” Jungkook groaned beneath you, just as Hoseok’s hand moved to knead your breast into his hand while nibbling on your pulse point. By pure instinct, your hand traveled down the expanse of his body and began palming his noticeable bulge. Hoseok hissed at the contact almost immediately, a welcome surprise to him. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, low and drawed out. At the same time, Jungkook’s tongue flattened against your swollen clit and gave it a long, pressing swipe, forcing a whine from the pits of your throat. His tattooed arm raised to caress your other neglected nipple between his fingers, delicately pinching and rolling them between his pads while his tongue worked against your folds, gathering your essence on his taste buds. You were now completely unaware of your surroundings — your focus was solely set on the two men enjoying their share of wrecking you for life.
Hoseok stepped back away from you in order to shed himself of his clothes, while you spent what remained of your composure to grip the armrest of the couch for support while Jungkook’s tongue guided itself around your tight entrance, ever weeping for penetration. Hoseok didn’t let his eyes leave you once; even the brief second of him pulling his t-shirt over his head, despite your eyes fluttering shut on multiple occasions with Jungkook pleasing your pussy, his eyes remained trained on you. Despite this, you still mustered up the sheer audacity to talk shit. “Are things getting too hot for you?” You mewled with a grin. The scattered chuckles from the side made you semi conscious of the other company still present, but you still continued to be wholly focused on the two men. Although you assumed Jungkook wasn’t aware of what was happening above him, a startling smack delivered to your ass cheek was enough of an indication that he didn’t appreciate your teasing towards his friend. It forced a gasp from your mouth, quickly hushing you. Hoseok cocked an eyebrow upwards just as he shed himself from his bottoms and walked towards you once again, a pair of boxers the only thing maintaining his decency. “I don’t know Y/N, you look so used without even being used yet,” he retorted, playfully sticking out his tongue. Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon had left the room to retrieve something, which hadn’t been made obvious to you until you heard a dull thud and the smell of nicotine filled your senses. You turned to the side to meet his hand subtly placing a box of condoms on the table, unopened and still glistening with its glossy clear wrapping, along with the silky smoke of his cigarette gently floating from between his middle and pointer finger. Just as your eyes dragged up to meet Namjoon’s, you felt his hand embrace the thin circumference of your throat, not quite squeezing but ensuring your gaze was fixed on his. His eyes were kind, inviting, but held a soft glimmer of something darker and hidden. “Be good, sweets,” his deep voice rumbled. You wanted to return his statement with a response, but it was in that moment that Jungkook’s pink muscle pushed its way into you, licking stripes against your walls, and thus only a moan could be dragged out of you. With a simple kiss on the cheek, he let go of you and retreated to his previous spot on the couch.
Even though your head was still reeling from your brief interaction, a curled pointer finger tucked under your chin was enough to ground your ever wandering subconscious. “Want me to put a condom on?” Hoseok questioned. His tone of voice was clearer and sharp, evidence to you that it was a serious question that required clarification. You shook your head quickly, biting back a whine threatening itself of making itself known. Jungkook’s tongue at this point had left its job of massaging your inner walls, making you whimper from the loss. As if acutely aware of what was going on above him, Jungkook’s hands pressed themselves down on your lower back to prompt you to lean over the arm rest, now eye to eye with Hoseok’s crotch. The new angle meant that your clit, ever throbbing and beating for attention, came into direct contact with his hot mouth. With a renewed grip on your thighs, he wrapped his lips around your swollen bud and sucked, forcing out your loudest whine yet. Jungkook seemed pleased with the result, judging from his tightened grip on your flesh and his hum of satisfaction. Meanwhile, Hoseok’s fingers in your hair seemed to serve as a gentle reminder that he too needed some attention. Your eyes spied his bulge, twitching and standing to attention through the fabric. Suddenly, you couldn’t think of anything else in the world that you would rather do.
Your lips puckered slightly and peppered kisses all over his length through his undergarments, causing a low, drawed out fuck from the elder. A smile displayed itself on your mouth with satisfaction. Even without his verbal confirmation, his dick seemed to react to every single press of your lips against his clothed girth. As much as you loved to tease, you knew he didn’t deserve that. Wrapping your manicured fingers around the waistband of his boxers, you pulled them down his thighs and onto his feet, where he accordingly stepped out of them. His cock immediately sprang out of place; in tandem, Hoseok released a soft sigh of relief. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself from marveling at how pretty his cock was — you definitely didn’t say that about a lot of cocks. “So pretty," you mumbled, pleased. Underneath, Jungkook’s mouth was working so well that you were pretty sure his jaw should’ve burned by now with effort. He was moaning, a lot, against your core, sending vibrations straight to your nerves. Your moans were shaky and you could tell your orgasm was in the near future. Wrapping your fingers around the base of his girth, you laid your tongue flat against the underside of his length, dragging a low moan from Hoseok. You did that a few times, spreading your saliva all over him, until your fist was able to glide over his meat with ease when jerking him off. His grip tightened in the back of your head and when you glanced up, the sight sent a fresh pang of arousal straight to your cunt.
His eyes were focused on your hand, how small it paled in comparison to his thick cock, but yet his heavy lids meant that you were his demise. His bottom lip was tucked into his mouth in sheer concentration. However, as soon as you glanced up, his eyes shifted upwards to instead look into your glassy eyes. On cue, Jungkook began to sloppily kiss your bud, alternating between sucking and licking hands stripes into it. His hands, having traveled from your thighs to your ass gripped the flesh in his rough palms, spreading your cheeks apart. You weren’t aware of the other men’s positions at that moment in time, but it was made immediately obvious where Jimin and Yoongi were with what happened next. “Oh shit,” Jimin murmured from behind you. Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed to chuckle.
If you had to guess, they had discovered your surprise. Remember that from earlier?
Tucked between your ass cheeks, exposed by Jungkook, was a sparkling gem that gleamed under the warm lights of the suite. A butt plug. You couldn’t help but giggle a little through the repeated moans helplessly tumbling from your lips. Your lips wrapped around the head of Hoseok’s cock, tasting the precum which had begun to pearl on his tip. You feel the younger one beneath you move his hand to your hip just as a cooler hand pressed itself into your ass, adequately spreading you. “Your pretty pussy’s just beggin’ to swallow something, huh?” Yoongi grumbled. You hummed in agreement around Hoseok, sinking down more to take more of him in your mouth, tongue pressed diligently against the underside of his cock. Your orgasm was already building steadily, your eye contact with Hoseok already wavering, but Yoongi’s finger circling your entrance drew yet another whine from you. Jungkook continued to suckle on your clit earnestly, the sound lewd and ringing in your ears. Along with you sinking even further on his girth, Yoongi’s finger pushed its way inside you. In perfect harmony, Yoongi’s sigh, your cry and Hoseok’s grunt came together at the same time.
“She’s milking the fuck out of your finger,” Jimin laughed. You could hear the sound of cloth shuffling and hitting the floor, but you were so preoccupied you didn’t care to find out who was undressing. “I can barely move my finger, she’s gripping me so tight,” Yoongi spoke with a click of his tongue, finger dragging out slowly to emphasise his point. Your head bobbed diligently, sucking in Hoseok’s length at a steady pace, all the while trying to hold onto what was left of your sanity that the men were trying so desperately to take away. At that point, your hips started to rock, simultaneously trying to fuck yourself on Yoongi’s finger and Jungkook’s mouth. “Impatient little thing,” you heard Taehyung coo, behind you but a mere temporary spectator like Jimin. Yoongi too moved his finger in line with your rhythmic rocks, pulling his finger away until just his tip laid nestled between your weeping walls, then pushing into you when you rocked backwards, knuckle deep. Hoseok caught on quickly and thrusted his hips gently, shallowly fucking himself into your mouth. It wasn’t enough to make you gag, but to kiss the back of your throat with his tip every time. His moans were shameless now, matching your muffled ones.
Your sounds were gradually becoming more whiny, more drawn out, drool pooling around Hoseok’s girth as your rhythm grew sloppy. You attempted to keep all semblance of sanity as you barreled closer and closer to your climax. It was clear that you were trying desperately hard to hold yourself, but you seemed to forget that all eyes were drinking up your every move and twitch. “Y/N, you can’t be close already,” you heard Taehyung say incredulously. If not for the fact that your mouth and mind was so preoccupied, you would’ve loved to give a snarky reply to him to say yes, it is entirely plausible for you to cum at any second but the only thing you could manage was a muffled whimper. Hoseok suddenly withdrew from your mouth with a wet pop of your lips to move his fist fast along his cock, the wet, slick sounds of his pre-cum and your saliva coating him with ease sending you into a dizzy spiral. “I wanna hear how pretty you sound when you cum,” Hoseok purred, leaning down briefly to peck your spit stained lips. Just then, Yoongi slipped a second digit between your folds and your whole body quivered, the stretch his fingers offering being mind-numbingly delicious. He didn’t waste time in pumping his fingers — he knew you could take it — and creating lewd, slick sounds with your cunt that was practically dripping. Jungkook beneath you had let his tongue simply lay flat and push hard against your clit, allowing you to chase your orgasm as you pleased. Your hips were now bucking against Jungkook’s face with no abandon, embarrassingly close. “‘M gonna…” you whimpered pathetically. It was towards all the men in the room, but Hoseok was the one consuming you entirely. His finger stroked over the warm plump of your cheek soothingly. “Make a mess for us, be a good girl. Look at you taking hyung and Jungkook so well,” his voice cooed. Hoseok’s voice coaxing you closer to the edge, Jungkook’s mouth massaging your folds and Yoongi’s fingers stretching you out so thoroughly was more than enough for the tension to snap.
Your orgasm came crashing through you, forcing a cry from the pits of your throat. You clamped down on Yoongi, hard, while your hips stilled on Jungkook’s mouth. However, he wasn’t so keen to let you go so easily. His hands, strong and steady, forced your hips back and forth on his tongue, vibrations radiating through your pussy from his groans. Yoongi too moved his fingers in line with the way Jungkook moved your whole body. They rode your orgasm out better than you could’ve imagined doing yourself. A string of curses fell from your lips effortlessly as your body shook, coming down from your previous high. You had almost drooled from the sheer force behind your cum.
As your eyes refocused and took in the surroundings, Jungkook emerged from beneath you, pushing your thigh ever so slightly to prompt you to raise your leg so he could get to his feet. His eyes were unfocused, lips swollen, your slick coating his chin. It was almost enough to make you cum then and there. Yoongi too withdrew his fingers from your hole, coaxing a gasp from your lungs at the loss. One finger made its way to his lips, where he placed it on his tongue and closed his lips around the singular digit as he made his way in front of you. He was still fully clothed, much to your dismay. Hoseok fell back a few steps, giving his wet cock slow, languid strokes as he witnessed the scene before him. Without a single word, Yoongi withdrew his one finger and posed both before your mouth; one slick with your essence and the other wet with his saliva and whatever remained of you. You took his venous fingers in your mouth with a soft hum, eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. It was carefully placed, unreadable. It was intimidating while simultaneously arousing. A throb thrummed through your clit with a fresh pang of want, despite you still reeling from your most recent orgasm. “Such a good fucking slut,” he groaned lowly. The unexpected word of degradation was enough to pull a soft whine from you, but you could feel yourself wetten instantly.
Behind you, suddenly, you could feel a hand press against your back. Though the hand was warm, it was cooler than the others you had felt on your flesh, so you knew this was someone who was yet to play with you. Detaching yourself from Yoongi, you turned your head back and your heart dropped to your ass. There Namjoon was, bare, drinking up the sight of you from behind. Then, you felt his tip nudging at your entrance. The fact that your underwear was still haphazardly pushed to the side was not lost on you. The smoothness of the warmth, where it usually offered some level of natural rigidity, informed you that he was sheathed with a condom. You were glad that he took the initiative to make the responsible decision — you were unsure if your mind in its current state would come to the same conclusion. You toss your eyes across the room to meet Seokjin. While the rest of the group were either partially clothed or naked, Seokjin was still completely covered, down to the birthday sash. If it was worth noting, his crown had long been discarded on the coffee table amongst the sea of empty alcohol bottles. His eyes bore holes into yours, dark and sinister. Inviting was not the word for his brown orbs which drank you in from across the room, but rather compelling.
“She’s so wet,” Namjoon rasped lowly from behind you. His cock moped up a tear of your wetness running down your thigh, all the way up to your pleading cunt. It was there that his bulbous tip slapped against your wet folds a few times, making you whine and roll your hips back, in the pathetic hope that his dick would somehow divinely slip into your needy hole. “How selfish that you want his dick so much even though you just came?” You heard Yoongi speak, tone lazy and unamused at your misconduct. Even if you had the words to retort against him, Namjoon’s head pushing his way inside you was enough to shut you up instantly. The stretch he offered your pussy was nothing short of incredible — the need radiating through you was so intense you may as well have not came in the first place at all. Namjoon’s warm hand caressed your spine as he worked his girth into you slowly, just as Jimin and Jungkook appeared before you. “You can help us out, can’t you Y/N?” Jimin purred, voice honey-sweet, the two languidly stroking themselves in front of you. Maybe you were certifiably cock drunk, but you couldn’t have thought of better things to put in front of you at that moment in time. As if it were second nature, you leaned in closer to leave a small, delicate peck on the very tips of their members. Jungkook shivered instantaneously, but quickly recovered, if his hand traveling to your jaw to stroke over your cheek informed you of such.
By the time Namjoon finally bottomed out, you were adequately full and the breath had been knocked out of your lungs. His hands, ever soothing, rounded the curve of your ribs to cup your breast in your hand, while he leaned over until his chest was plush against your rear. His chin subtly rested on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. “You remember the safe word?” He mumbled, voice low. You were positively hypnotised by how full you felt, your walls fleeting to accommodate his pulsating length. Words lost you, a long and stretched beat of silence as your mind fumbled for the word. “S-Strawberries,” you choked out after what seemed to be an eternity. You were nothing short of ready and willing for all of them, no matter how spent you’d end up being. You heard Namjoon hum lowly in satisfaction. His hand crept its way from your breast to cradle your neck, holding it in a secure grip but not squeezing to restrict your breathing. In doing so, he carefully guided your head to face Jimin’s cock, starting to leak precum from the sight before him. You could hear the sigh he heaved become shaky. Obeying the elder’s unspoken instruction, you let your jaw fall slack and allowed him to push his hips forward, his dick hot and heavy on your tongue.
Satisfied, Namjoon rose from your body and straightened up, gripping your ass in his hand. His hips began to drag, painfully slow, as if you allow your cunt time to memorise his every vein, ridge and bump. Your whimper was stifled, what with Jimin filling your mouth so nicely. His own mouth was flooded with raspy moans as your lips wrapped tightly around his cock while you sucked earnestly. The way Namjoon teased you (more realistically, being a gentleman and allowing you to grow accustomed to his size) with the way his hips moved like molasses; sticky, slow moving and hard to remove from your memory any time soon. Busying yourself in order to get your mind off how dizzy you felt being stretched on Namjoon’s dick, your hand raised up to wrap around Jungkook’s length, stroking ever so steadily. You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, prompting you to stop jerking him, until you hear him spit. The saliva falls squarely on his hard dick, the viscosity clinging onto his flesh as it crawled over his girth. Still allowing Jimin to rock his hips into your mouth, your fingers caught the newly found lube between your fingertips and your palm glided smoother along his cock, delightfully twitching under your grip. After what seemed like an eternity, Namjoon’s thrusts grew a little faster as your cunt began to suck him in more, your walls speaking the words your throat could not produce. Jimin’s hips began to snap sharper into you, eventually prodding into your throat. You gagged, a little taken aback by the suddenness of it all. However, you didn’t take long to recover — soon, you were relaxing your throat to swallow his member deeper. You could feel Jungkook grip the back of your hair to force you to do the one thing you’d been avoiding the most, which was meeting their eyes. Both of them were flushed, either from alcohol, arousal or a mean mixture of both. Jimin’s mouth fell slightly ajar, broken moans falling from his lips, whilst Jungkook put in a bit more effort into seeming a little more put together than his counterpart, deep hums settling in his chest with every flick of your wrist on his heavy dick.
Namjoon’s moans brewed low in his chest as his hips met with yours at a controlled speed, fucking your walls with deep strokes you could almost feel in your chest. The mewls you offered were muffled and silent, your eyes doing all the communicating. Drool leaked from your mouth to Jimin’s girth, slowly dripping onto the armrest underneath you. “You’re doing such a good job,” you heard Hoseok coo, unsure of where he was. “I’m sure she can handle more than that,” Yoongi spoke, appearing alongside Jimin, similarly naked. He sounded unimpressed, still, and whatever he was doing was working because you wanted nothing more than to make him proud. Almost like a signal, Namjoon’s hips immediately started snapping into yours quicker, slamming into the flesh of your ass repeatedly. At the same time, Yoongi’s hand clasped with Jungkook’s at the back of your head and pushed you further into Jimin’s crotch until your nose was plush against his pelvis. Whatever grunts you had to offer were lost to mere vibrations on Jimin’s cock, causing his thighs to quiver and his eyes to roll to the back of his head, head rocking back at the sensation of your throat milking him so well. “Look at that,” you heard Taehyung coo from behind, a hand coming down on your ass in a resounding smack. You were so occupied that you found it easy to lose sight of the men around you if they didn’t have direct contact with you, making you feel further dizzy — you were completely at their mercy and they loved it.
When you eventually lose enough breath in your lungs, you raise teary eyes to Yoongi, who seemed so preoccupied by the sight of you getting fucked in more ways than one that you were unsure if he would understand or even acknowledge what you were trying to communicate. Thankfully, he wasn’t too distracted so as to completely neglect you; Jungkook and Yoongi’s hands drop simultaneously, allowing you to drag yourself off of Jimin’s length with the most lewd wet dislodge you’d ever heard in your life. As you gulped down air, a string of saliva delicately joining from Jimin’s slickened cock to your swollen lips, a string of curses in the form of whimpers breathlessly with the way Namjoon’s dick was stroking your walls with ease. Whatever little pain or discomfort that laid in wait from the stretch no longer existed; he was thoroughly fucking you open in a way that you didn’t think was possible. As much as you’d love to bury your face in a cushion and endure the leader’s punishing pace a little longer, your greed meant that you also wanted Jungkook buried down the confines of your throat. Your hand, still stroking him, stilled at the base of his cock while your mouth sunk down on him. His precum, beginning to leak, welcomed a new flavor profile to your taste buds. Your head immediately stilled once most of his cock was in your mouth, mouth falling ajar. It was his signal to take your mouth as he required, and luckily he took the hint. Tucking his bottom lip into his mouth in concentration, he took a few seconds to monitor the way Namjoon pounded into you, down to his bruising grip on your hip, the lewd wet drag of his cock in your sopping cunt and the repetitive skin slapping of his hips meeting your ass over and over. With this, he aligned the movement of his hips with Namjoon’s, so whenever he thrusted forward and your body rocked forward in return, his hips thrust into your throat to meet, ensuring his length was adequately buried in your throat.
It all teetered on the edge of downright disgusting — in some people’s books it was way past that point. You felt Namjoon’s chest press against your back once again, pace slowing. All this while, you thought Namjoon was relatively quiet in bed. However, with his mouth now at your ear biting and sucking deep bruises into your shoulder, you could hear his low, guttural moans of your name; they went straight to your core. Just as the familiar tightness of your core began to wound, it was gone just as quickly as it appeared; Namjoon suddenly rose up straight and pulled himself out of you. A whine bubbled in your throat despite Jungkook’s length, but soon you were filled up once again. Though similarly covered in latex, you could feel that the path of the cock buried inside you was different. Then, a small laugh informed you that Taehyung had taken Namjoon’s place behind you. Sure enough, Namjoon appeared before you with Jimin and Jungkook both stepping back, Yoongi ever-patiently stroking himself. Taehyung, much to your surprise, started off slow, opting for deep, slow strokes. He was admiring the way in which your pussy gripped him with each stroke, still comfortably tight despite Namjoon’s feral fucking. His hand pressed into your lower back, prompting you to arch it a little more so as to perfect the angle at which he was fucking you.
“Let me take a look at this little gem,” Taehyung panted. You suddenly feel his fingertips skim around the metal rim of the butt plug that lay snugly inside you, forcing you to take a deep breath. “You should taste the mess you left on me sweets,” You heard Namjoon cooed above you. You were so torn between who to pay your attention to, but with Namjoon’s eyes being so intensely trained on yours you had no choice to obey. Your tongue darted out and lay heavily on his slick girth, allowing the taste of your essence to leak onto your muscle. It wasn’t a foreign taste to you by any means, but it tasted particularly addictive when clung onto Namjoon’s flesh. His moan was guttural, so deep it vibrated in your chest. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s thrusts remained steady, pulling out to where the head of his cock laid throbbing within your walls and pushing in until his pelvis was against your ass. He was fucking you deep and thoroughly; you had no place to hide if you wanted to scurry away. His moans feel in the way of soft hums under his breath, sometimes just mere sounds and others curses. His fingers curled around the flat handle of the butt plug and pulled it with care, watching your puckered hole desperately cling onto its flared base. A whimper escaped you before you could stop it, but you diligently continued to lave your tongue over Namjoon with utmost efficiency. “Greedy hole’s just begging for some attention,” Hoseok growled lowly. He sounded so dark, so did the other members, chords clouded with lust and want like thick syrup.
A cry escaped you once the plug was freed from your tight hole, feeling the warm air of the room immediately take its place with the plug’s absence. You heard shuffling, somehow knowing the other men in the room bar the ones in front of you were moving to see how gaped your hole was on display. “You’re so stretched,” Taehyung moaned, the pad of his finger circling the tight muscle. Just as you wrapped your fingers around Namjoon’s cock, now ‘clean’, and stroked him with a firm grip so as to take Yoongi’s head into your used mouth, you suddenly felt Taehyung’s thumb intrude into your other hole. You were so stuffed it was overwhelming. A surprisingly quiet whimper ripped from your throat at the sensation. “Taehyung,” you’d whined, but your mouth and throat was adequately occupied by Yoongi, so your muffled sounds were only heard by the two men in front of you who offered you smirks at your compromised state. With his thumb firmly seated within the walls of your other hole, Taehyung’s hips began to drive themselves into you; an unforgiving pace that rivalled that of Namjoon’s. The sound of skin slapping that echoed across the penthouse suite was insanely lewd. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to express how pleasure was wrecking your whole body. If it wasn’t good bad enough, a member’s fingers (You could tell it wasn’t Taehyung, maybe Jimin? You weren’t sure if you cared) started to make quick work with your swollen, neglected clit. Almost as if he could sense your concentration would fail due to the newly added stimulation, Yoongi’s hand traveled to the back of your head and deeply stroked into your mouth, making sure his dick invaded the back of your throat with each push forward and almost completely fell from your lips with each pull back. You couldn’t even find sounds, let alone words to uphold what you were going through. It was all too much in the best way possible. Your hand on Namjoon never ceased, diligently massaging his girth.
“You’re close aren’t you?” Jimin rasped, voice carrying a glint of joviality at the scene carrying out before his very eyes. You audibly gagged in response to his question. He was right; that familiar knot was being wound right within the deepest part of your core, your thighs quaked, your muffled cries sounded more desperate, Taehyung’s cock drilling into you became slicker, yet sucked him in. “I can feel it, her pussy’s squeezin’ me,” he grunted. Despite this, his pace never relented. Yoongi, wanting to see you fall apart again, pulled his cock out of your mouth with a satisfied deep moan. The hand on your head moved to your cheek, stroking your warm flesh. “Come on doll, cum for us,” Namjoon encouraged, voice sweet yet wavering due to your continued stimulation on his slickened cock. “Already cumming twice?” Yoongi said, his voice annoyingly level. “We’ve barely touched her.”
The orgasm ripped through your body, oddly coaxed on by Yoongi’s shaming words. A silent scream left your mouth, but the way your entire body shook was more than enough of an indicator that you had reached your peak. Taehyung’s pace slowed and Jimin’s (?) fingers mirrored Taehyung’s riding you through your orgasm. Unexpectedly, a groan from above snapped you back into reality. Your hand still jerked Namjoon off, but your pace had stagnated with your quaking; apparently, seeing white was enough to similarly push Namjoon over the edge. He took over from you, his fist gliding along his length which twitched incessantly in his grip. “I’m gonna- fuck,” His voice uttered, cracking with the intensity of his incoming high. You, though partially spent and still being fucked through your orgasm, leaned towards the leader and let your aching jaw fall agape, letting his head rest against your bottom lip. “Good girl,” Yoongi said. His tone was a little more light, and the rare praise from the man sent a fresh wave of arousal through you despite you recovering. With a deep, drawn out groan which signified the final crack in his sanity, thick ropes of white suddenly stretched across your tongue, partially catching your top lip. You eyes flicked up, curious. His head was thrown back. veins prominent on his neck. sweat beads adorned across his chest. The sight almost had you ready to go again immediately, so much so that the sensation of Taehyung pulling out of you slowly and the mystery fingers withdrawing from you was a torturous form of teasing to you. Your tongue naturally darted upwards to swipe along your top lip and let his essence linger on your muscle, heavy, salty and thick. Without requiring any coaxing, your throat worked to swallow his load dutifully with a deep gulp. Your tongue then darted out to lay on just the tip of his dick, still twitching, to wrap your lips around and suck whatever he had left to offer you. The moan you drew out of him was shaky with overstimulation, his rough hand quick to drag you off his length by the hair. It drew a small giggle from you despite yourself.
There weren’t many people who could string the words together to explain what you went through that faithful night; only you could live to tell it. The night settled deeper and deeper, the bite of the cool air becoming sharper. Each member, with the exception of Seokjin, used you thoroughly, in their own preferred way. Hoseok had you bouncing on his cock while gripping your ass, your head over the back of the couch and his shoulder while your mouth busied itself with choking on Taehyung. Jungkook was similar but in reverse; grip brutal on your hip as his hips drove up into you, other had snaked around to toy with your clit while Jimin tortured your peaked nipples. Yoongi’s strong hands held you upright as he pounded into you from behind, standing upright and one foot pointed poised on top of the couch. Jimin laid you flat on your stomach, the weight of his body pinning you down while his hips set a punishing pace. You’d fallen into around 4 to 5 orgasms, depending on who you asked. Your poor, gaping ass had been spat on, fondled and fingered and you earnestly wondered how none of them succumbed to temptation and push themselves into you — however, you were thankful; if you weren’t on the edge of passing out then, you would’ve definitely blacked out if you were filled in that way. They filled you up in multiple ways; your mouth, your body, even the sheer warmth of their cum filling the condom as the tension snapped deep within your cunt was satisfactory, though you would much prefer the other option. Your words gradually lost sense and clarity; you were certifiably cum drunk. However, they always took care to ensure that you could still enunciate the safe word if required.
Now, the night had long stretched. All six men were spent, cocks either half-hard or flaccid but all glistening from your essence or saliva. They were all laid across the long sofa, bodies subdued from effort yet still finding whatever energy they had left to spend on sparking fresh cigarettes or dragging their cascaded boxers over their legs to maintain whatever decency they had left after utterly disgracing you and your body. You were so, so fucked out, a blissful mess who blinked every so often when your body decided to play catch up, but you weren’t done. Not when the birthday boy hadn’t even gotten his share of his birthday cake yet.
With one strong hand poised by your head to balance himself and the other guiding his rock hard shaft towards your entrance, your hips weakly bucked towards him despite how limp your body felt. Your body threatened slumber, yet your mind demanded its full attention. Thankfully, Seokjin didn’t take much time to tease. His cock sank in with little effort, your walls happily fluttering to accommodate him. All you could muster was a whimper, making some sort of lewd marriage with his deep groan. Being the birthday boy, you naturally damned all consequences and gifted him the privilege in fucking you raw. Despite being taken in most sexual positions known to man that night, you were practically untouched; your cunt didn’t hold a single drop of deposited cum. However, your body could not lie to you — your insides throbbed with protest from use, yet the idea of quitting now sounded absurd, especially when his cock settled so nicely inside you. His hips remained stagnant for a long few seconds, simply admiring the way your pussy was stretched around the base of his cock, so willing to swallow him whole. Then, the purlicue of his venous hands hooked themselves under your knees and pushed them forwards, effectively folding you in half and trapping you. Ever multi-tasking, he did this in tandem with his cock pumping in and out of you steadily.
“You feel so good,” his voice spoke, but already began to fray at the edges. His hips rolled into yours with practised precision, as if watching his other six members have their way with you informed him on the best way to wreck you. His thrusts were slow, almost painfully so, yet so deep they punched the air out of your lungs with each stroke. You could no longer form intelligible words or moans — you only had the capacity for whimpers and garbled vocabulary that might’ve made sense on another part of earth. One of your hands wrapped around his forearm which held your thighs pinned against your chest, while the other dragged down his back, nails running over his ever flexing muscles. Your eyes remained pinned to the crude imagery of Seokjin’s shaft fucking you senseless, plunging into your wetness over and over — but suddenly, his forehead pressed against your own, forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Stay with me baby, I know you’re tired,” his voice soothed, shaky with effort but still more grounding than anything else around you. Though words failed you, you slightly nodded your head yes in response. His groans mirrored your own desperate sounds of pleasure.
t wasn’t immediately obvious, maybe because of your compromised state of mind, but Jin was actively trying to make you cum — while it was something that you would normally take in your stride, there was something particularly frightening about having to cum again. It was when he adjusted the angle of his thrusts until you let out an all-too familiar mewl that you became aware of his antics. He had found that sweet, clingy spot within the confines of your walls that had been repeatedly abused all evening. “P-please, I really can’t,” you whined, just about the most clear cut thing you had spoken in a long while. The nails on his back became desperate, digging deep crescent moons into his damp, warm skin. Somehow, that dragged a deep groan from him. “You can do it darling, can’t you? For me?” he whispered, sickly sweet. His voice never stopped being so kind, so caring, so encouraging. His body leaned down further against your body and pressed the sweetest of kisses against your lips. It was unlike the one that you two shared earlier in the evening; the movement of his lips was the true epitome of patience and longing, comfort all in one move. Your body protested, the throb of your cunt almost painful, and yet you still found the will to do what Jin needed from you. Sitting up a little straighter, one of the hands pinning your legs down moved to your swollen, angry bundle of nerves. He pressed the pads of his fingers down on it and rubbed in hard, deep circles to make you see stars. His thrusts quickened slightly but never lost its deepness. His movements attested to a man who was interested in not much else behind making your toes curl, and it was intimidating to say the least.
The only thing that fell from the elder’s lips was your name and soft moans, up until your head began to shake in disagreement. You were too far gone to verbalise that the tension building up to snap in your core was too much, too soon, and you truly didn’t believe you could do it. Then, the encouragement flooded in. “Don’t make me disappointed baby, I know you have another one in you,” he uttered. His fingers moved even faster on your clit, causing your legs to shake with effort. Tears prickled your eyes in an unspoken threat to spill over. There was nothing you could do within your own strength — you were barrelling towards your orgasm with no sign of stopping. Your breath was harsh, shallow and dragged, eyes heavy and your grip on reality quickly slipping, yet Seokjin did not dare to relent for even a brief breath of a second. His hips and fingers punished your senses in a way no word or violent strike ever could.
When your orgasm ripped through you, you almost swore you passed out. The scream that ripped from your throat was sure to ordinarily raise concern with no context, but it was pure, raw, unfiltered pleasure pulsing through your veins. Tears that shivered on your waterline finally spilled over and trailed into your messed hair. You saw white as you squeezed around the man’s girth, all your effort going towards grounding yourself. While his thrusts slowed and the circling of your clit lessened in intensity, you could tell that he too was trying to fend off his orgasm. His breath too struggled to stabilise and yet his priority remained getting you off. Despite this, you felt his lips meld with your temple, gently kissing the path of your tears away and enjoying the salt on his tongue.
It was when your shudders ceased (your body never stopped quaking, really — they just weren’t as intense) that Seokjin’s eyes glinted in a way you hadn’t previously regarded. It was then that you realised just how much he was holding back only specifically to force another orgasm out of you, to toy with you to the point of ruin. His waning patience was suddenly so evident. With a small huff of breath, you felt him shift above you, angling his hips differently. “Please forgive me in advance, baby,” his voice murmured darkly. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, briefly unfocused, but you soon knew exactly what he was apologising for.
With newly found stamina and strength, Seokjin’s hips snapped into yours faster than before. Each thrust knocked the breath out of your lungs, deep and fast. The new angle meant the head of his cock used your sweet spot thoroughly; not even world renowned scholars could apply words to the sounds falling from your mouth. Jin’s previously light and airy moans almost fell completely silent and stoic, only the occasional grunt audible. His large hand found purchase on your breast, slickened with new sweat and dried streaks of cum from earlier activities. “Ji-Jiiiiin,” you pathetically whined, tears freely rolling into your hair. You were undeniably sobbing, yet it carried no negativity. Your body was far spent, used beyond any comprehensible level, and yet pleasure continually exploded behind your eyelids. Hey with Seokjin fucking you with the sole intention of making himself cum, your sick mind still found a way of revelling in it. The sound of skin slapping was awfully lewd, rhythmic, unrelenting and punishing, but your main concern was holding onto the edges of your consciousness that threatened to leave you bare. It hit that sweet spot of ebbing on too much, yet not quite enough to steal your wakeness.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re gripping me so tight,” he had muttered. His voice began to unravel, his thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. His carefully placed composure was slipping faster than he could manage to amend, yet he was still able to ground you. His muscular frame leaned over yours, hips stuttering yet maintaining its strokes, and raised a hand to stroke your cheek ever so gently. The contrast between his soft touch and his cock abusing your spot repeatedly was enough to make your head spin. Your sounds reduced themselves to whimpers and whines which may have closely resembled Seokjin’s name, prompting his comforting words. “I know baby, you’re so good for me,” he spoke shakily. “I hear you, I’m here.”
What seemed like mere words on the surface was seemingly the only reason you lived to tell the tale.
With a departing peck on the lips, his frame straightened back up again. It was then that the sweat pearling on his forehead and chest was evident. “Where do you want it sweetie? Use your words,” he cooed, his hand smoothing over your shaking thigh. Your brain scrambled to string words together, but after some struggle, you managed to simply point at your core that he was pumping into. “In-Inside,” you mumbled. The hum of pleasure he released in that moment was enough to send a fresh wave of heat through you; it was clear that he wasn’t exactly expecting you to want a creampie, but it was a pleasant surprise all the same. You, on the other hand, couldn’t think of anything else in the world that you wanted more than to be filled with his cum — a righteous award after such a good working night.
At that point, Seokjin let loose above you. As his resolve weakened, his bravado quickly came down. The previous fluidity of his hips became stuttered, sloppy and lacking its previous finesse. His occasional groans reduced themselves to drawn out moans and ragged breaths. His hand traveled everywhere — your breast, the curve of your torso, your quivering legs. He was desperate, almost as much as you were, but in your fucked out state you failed to appreciate his appearance. You especially couldn’t when all your focus was on not passing out from exertion and blinding pleasure. Finally, Jin leaned over you a final time to bury his face into the crook of your bruised, sweaty neck and moaned your name from the pit of his chest, voice slightly cracking. His hips slowed to shallow, slow strokes as his length throbbed incessantly within you, pouring white, hot ropes into your used cunt. The feeling was enough to make your shiver, your head rolling back against the plush of the couch beneath your bodies. His breath felt heavy on your neck as he peppered kisses along the curve, whispering your praises while he came down from his high. With a final, soft moan, you feel your body give into the temptation of falling under.
It was the streaming of light bathing your eyelids that woke you up first. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, squinting as they struggled to adjust to the sunlight shining unforgivingly into the room. You were surrounded by white bedsheets, soft and impossibly clean. Your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t recall much after Jin fucked you; subtle flashes of being cleaned up and dressed flash into your memory, but nothing concrete enough to explain how you were on the couch and suddenly in a bedroom foreign to you. You sat up in bed, taking in the suite before you. It was still an environment you failed to recognise, but you could guess might’ve been a room within the penthouse. Eyes still squinting and head beginning to protest with an impending headache, you subtly swang your legs over the edge of the bed in order to sit up properly. On the bedside table lay an array of items; your dress neatly folded, a light waft of fresh laundry coming from its direction, your purse, your phone, an untouched pack of painkillers, an unassuming bottle of water, heat patches, a bright box advertising plan B along with a folded piece of paper within an envelope. Raising your hand to idly scratch your stomach (clothed with an oversized shirt), your other moved to open the note. After a few blinks, the inked page came into focus.
“The boys thoroughly enjoyed their night, I do hope you too enjoyed yourself. We have washed your dress and your intimate toy was returned to your personal suite. Please help yourself to what we have provided, don’t hesitate to contact us again if you need further assistance.”
As you read the swirl of the agent’s signature, your face warmed upon remembering your butt plug. If not for the fact that you had shamelessly let 7 men have their way with you, you might’ve felt a little more ashamed than you truly do. Your eyes spied the envelope only to happen up a thick wad of fresh cash, clearly collected straight from the bank. You could only assume it was a generous tip, seeing as you had already collected full payment prior. A coy smile played on your face, fingers flicking through the bills. You had a sneaking suspicion that this wouldn’t be the last time BTS book your service.
Tags: polyamory, hybrids, hybrid fighting rings, writer!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, eventual smut, subtle ABO dynamics, fox!seokjin, wolf!namjoon, snow leopard!yoongi, squirrel!hoseok, tiger!jimin, panther!taehyung, sugar glider!jungkook, little use of y/n
This story will have themes of violence, drug abuse, exploitation, kidnapping, body image issues, and more. Please read at your own discretion.
When Namjoon and his pack escape the underground fighting ring that captured them, they’re faced with the cold, brutal, state of the world again. It seems all hope is lost until they stumble upon a cottage in the middle of the woods. You are a writer struggling to finish your third book, with an almost nonexistent social life. But when namjoon knocks on your door in the middle of the night looking for help for his sick pack mate, you’re faced with a challenge: finally accept change in your life, or turn away seven men who desperately need your help.
Tags: explicit content, outdoor sexual content, dom jinnie 🫠, he’s desperate, lots of praise, hes very gentle and soft for her, clit rubbing, clit orgasm, no release for him unless yall beg me for pt.2👀
Mdni 18+
You’ve managed to find one of the quietest spots in the park. Away from the walking paths and weekend crowds, it’s just the two of you. The breeze carries the scent of clover from the grass below and the river in the distance, making the afternoon feel calm and unhurried.
You were kneeling down the soft white blanket spread under you, quietly occupied with setting out the food, Your sundress, the color of faded lavender, pools around you, and the sunlight catches the delicate gold chain at your throat, a beautiful gift from him.
You barely seem aware of him watching as you unpack the basket. Every item is placed with care, from the fruit to the napkins folded neatly at the edge of the blanket. It’s a simple thing, but Seokjin has always liked the way you put thought into everything you do.
He watches you from where he’s laying on his side next to you, propped up on one elbow. His heart feels too big for his chest, a warm, aching swell of tenderness.
He’s dressed casually in soft linen trousers and a simple white t-shirt, the epitome of relaxed elegance, but all his focus is on you. On the way your brow furrows slightly as you debate the placement of a grape. On the soft curve of your lips as you hum a tune under your breath. The gentle way you carry yourself has always been one of his favorite things about you.
“Here, love,” you murmur, your voice a gentle melody. You picked up a perfect strawberry, holding it up to his lips. “The first one is always the sweetest.”
His eyes never leaving yours as he parted his lips, letting you feed him.
The strawberry is delicious, though not nearly as distracting as the gentle graze of your fingers against his lower lip.
He closes his mouth, catching the fruit and the tip of your finger for the briefest second, a soft suction makes you smile soften with a faint blush spread on ur cheeks.
“How is it,” you asked, retreating your fingers , licking the remaining juices on the tips.
“So sweet baby,” he answered softly, his hand reaching over, tucking a fallen strand behind your ear.
Rather than pulling away, he traces your jawline with his fingertips, softly brushing your skin. Looking at you so obsessively.
“Do you wanna…” you paused, distracted by the brush of his thumb on your lips. “Eat your sandwich?” You finally managed, sounding far less certain than you’d intended.
“Not yet, angel” he murmurs, “ wanna enjoy you first,”
“You’re weird,” you let a soft giggle as you reach out for the strawberries on the plate.
“And you’re so pretty.” He murmurs it with a soft, lovestruck smile, sounding completely captivated.
You turn your head slightly, nuzzling into his palm. His thumb still stroking your lower lip. Although you’ve been dating for years, his soft compliments still makes you feel giddy.
Before you could react, he tugged you down on top of him, letting out a startled yelp, laughter bubbling from your lips as you landed against him. Jin settled onto his back, his head resting on a soft pillow, his face composed despite the teasing stunt he’d just pulled. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, carrying a quiet intensity that made your laughter falter.
“You have no idea how hard im holding myself right now,” he whispered against your lips, his hands slowly sliding from your waist, down to you curved ass.
His hands are firm and dominant, making you shiver from his possessive touch.
“W-well.. we’re outside” you almost stutter, feeling his hands kneading the swell of your butt over the thin fabric of your dress. “Anyone could walk by..”
“Come on, baby” he murmured, sounding almost desperate, “no one will walk by, we’re so far away from the park,”
“I don’t know..” you sigh teasingly, rolling your head to the side, pretending to look for people nearby.
“Just a kiss,” he said, already leaning in, his hands cupping your cheeks pulling you closer.
The first kiss is soft, a bare press of lips. A gentle touch, taste like strawberries and sunshine. A gentle suction making you whimper.
He pulls back an inch, his nose brushing yours, feeling his breath against your mouth.
“One more..” you whisper, the word barely there.
A slow, tender smile spreads across his face. He doesn’t have to be told twice.
This time, the kiss deepens. It’s still gentle, but there’s intention behind it. His lips part yours, and you open for him, a sigh escaping into his mouth. His hand slides from your waist into your hair, his fingers tangling gently at the nape of your neck.
He hold you there possessively, as if he can’t bear the thought of you moving even a centimeter away.
You lean into him, one hand coming up to rest on his chest. You can feel the steady, strong beat of his heart through his soft cotton shirt. It’s racing, just like yours.
The kiss turns into a slow, unhurried exploration.
His tongue warm sliding inside your mouth, caressing yours in a slow, intimate motion that makes your toes curl in your sandals. He tasted like the iced tea he was drinking earlier, and something uniquely, essentially him.
His hands now tracing the dip of your spine through the fabric, fingertips sending shivers down your back. They slide higher, caressing the sensitive skin beneath your shoulder blade, then curve around your ribcage. His palm settles possessively against your lower back, pressing you even more firmly against the very visible hardness tightening against his linen trousers. You gasp into his mouth, your own hips shifting instinctively, seeking friction against that rigid ridge.
“Jin,” you murmur against his lips, the word a breathless plea tangled with warning. “We’re outside…”
“I know baby,” he breathes back, breaking the kiss just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze is dark, intense, filled with a hunger that steals your breath. His thumb brushes the underside of your swollen breast through the soft cotton of your dress, a feather-light touch that makes your nipple tighten instantly.
“But we’re alone.. just wanna feel you, angel.” He emphasizes his point by grinding his hips upwards, letting you feel the sheer size and heat of his arousal pressed insistently against your core. “Look around. See? Only the trees. Only the sun. Wanna feel you, please.”
His hands sliding down your spine once more, kissing your cheek and nuzzling his nose on your soft skin. this time, his hands don’t linger on the curve of your ass, they slowly lift your dress up, caressing your thighs along the way, making you back arch more to his touch.
Your breath hitched, you can feel the cool breeze grazing over your skin, his hands warm and gentle, now kneading the swell of your ass.
His eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive as his fingers graze over your clothed pussy. Rubbing up and down on your already wet panties.
“Jinnie..” your voice is shivering now, torn between fear and desperate need. You feel exposed and vulnerable in this sunlit grove, yet completely captivated by the raw desire burning in his eyes. You shift a little trying to get the pads of his fingers a bit down to your clit.
“Yeah? Feels good doesn’t it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need and desperation, his gaze moved from your eyes, over your shoulder. Watching the way you move your hips up and down , the sight is breathtaking, the way ur back arch and ur round ass move is making his cock throb in his pants.
“Baby, i need to feel her. Please.” His fingers firmly hooks your panties, tugging them to the side, just enough to expose your folds to the cool air. The lace bites slightly into your skin, making you gasp and jerk instinctively.
“Look at you,” he breathes, the word laden with primal satisfaction. His fingers stroke your slit, listening to the wet sounds fill the air. “Already so ready. So wet. My perfect girl.”
The low timbre of his voice, the possessive edge softened by praise, sends another surge of heat coursing through you, pooling low in your belly.
He doesn’t tease any longer. His fingers glide back, The brush of his fingertips against your clit is electric, a jolt of pure sensation that arches your back and pulls a high-pitched whimper from your throat.
“Fuck, yes,” Jin groans, his own hips bucking up beneath you in response. He feels the evidence of your arousal coating his fingers. “Drenched for me.” His middle finger finds your entrance with ease, slick with your need. He circles it slowly, gathering more of your wetness, spreading it over your swollen outer lips before focusing his attention down. His fingertip finds the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves again, swollen and throbbing. He rubs a slow, deliberate circle around it.
“Oh god…” you moan, your fingers clenching in the soft fabric of his shirt. The slow, focused pressure on your clit is maddening, delicious torture. Your whole world narrows to that single point of contact – the rough pad of his finger rubbing in lazy, devastating circles that make your thighs tremble and your breath come in ragged gasps. Your sundress is softly settling around your waist now, The angle of your bodies and the tall grass surrounding the blanket were the only things keeping you covered.
“Look at me,” Jin commands softly, with a firmness that leaves no room for argument. His free hand cups your cheek, turning your face back to his. Your eyes are glazed, lips kiss-swollen and parted. “That’s it. Keep looking at me while I touch my pretty girl’s sweet little cunt.”
His words, so deliciously filthy and unexpected from his usually playful mouth, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit, push you terrifyingly close to the edge far too fast. Your breath stopped for a brief moment, your eyes unfocused and glossy. Your mind is completely shut, the only thing you can focus on right now is his intense desperate gaze, and the slow sensational strokes on your clit. All you see is the dark fire in Jin’s eyes, all you feel is the building, coiling tension deep in your core and the hard heat of his erection rubbing on your stomach.
“Breath, baby. Yeah.. atta girl. focus on me, angel. I got you,” a sharp gasp leaving your lips, reminding you to breath with a tenderness in his voice, warmth spreading through your whole chest at the gentle approval, making you leak more wetness on his fingers.
“Jin… please… I’m…” You can’t form the thought, let alone the words. You draw in a shaky breath as tension knots deep inside you.
“Come on, angel,” he urges, his voice thick with his own arousal, effected by the noises you make. He increases the pressure and speed of his circles, his fingertip rubbing firmly, perfectly over your throbbing clit.
“Let go. Cum for me right here in the sunshine. Show me how much you love my fingers on you.”
The command, the relentless friction, the possessive heat in his gaze – it’s too much. A broken cry tears from your throat – half swallowed, half muffled as you bury your face against the solid warmth of his shoulder. Your back arches violently, pressing your breasts hard against his chest as your orgasm hit you with shaking force. Wave after wave of pure, blinding pleasure spread through you, focused entirely on the devastating strokes of his finger. Your tight hole clench desperately around nothingness as your senses are swallowed by pure pleasure. Your inner thighs squeeze tight around his hand instinctively, holding him captive against your pulsing core as violent shiver shake your body.
Jin holds you through it, his finger keeping that perfect, unyielding pressure until the very last shudder subsides into deep, satisfying aftershocks.
“That’s it, you did so well cumming for me. My pretty girl,” He presses a hot kiss to your temple, murmuring soft, filthy praise against your sweat-dampened skin. “Beautiful. So fucking perfect taking your pleasure for me. My good, pretty girl ㅤ♡ྀི.”
A/N: finally finished this filthy fic. It’s been on my mind for 2 days omg🫠
