Nov 9, 2025
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JUSTB 'True Heart'
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JUSTB 'True Heart'
⋆✧ Lim Jimin ♡ Going South behind ✧⋆
JUST B ☆ CHEST
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~ Breakfast ~
pairing: lim jimin x fem reader
genre: smut, pwnp or very little plot
warnings: none!
words: 2.3k
A/N: hello there, guess who is back to writing again! i'm currently in the process of writing a longer fic with multiple parts, but i wrote this in the meantime because my onlyb group chat and i are going crazy over limji so i had to deliver, this is for all of my pookies in the onlyb.rain rot chat <3
♡⊹₊˚ Overstimulation with Just B ₊˚⊹♡
Genre: Smut MDNI 18+
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Overstimulation, Rough fingering and Oral sex, Edging, Dominance/Submission dynamics, Light restraint (e.g., wrist pinning), Possessiveness, Degradation/Praise
Lim Jimin – “You Can’t Run, Baby.”
Your thighs are trembling, soaked, overstimulated—but Jimin’s mouth is still locked between them like he hasn’t had enough. And maybe he hasn’t. Maybe he never will.
“Jimin—fuck—wait—” you gasp, trying to twist away as your third orgasm crashes through you, but he grabs your hips and yanks you right back to his face.
“Don’t even try it,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “You don’t get to tap out. Not yet.”
His tongue drags slow and heavy over your clit, and your body jolts. Your hands push at his shoulders, but he’s strong—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch. Just groans against you and slides two fingers back in, curling hard and deep.
You cry out, legs kicking, but he loves it. He wants you like this—shaky, soaked, squirming, begging him to stop while your body begs for more.
“You can say ‘no,’ baby,” he smirks, looking up at you, lips shiny, eyes dark. “But this pussy says yes every time.”
You’re dripping down his wrist. You can barely breathe. Your thighs snap shut and he shoves them open again.
“Give me one more,” he says, lips brushing your inner thigh. “Then another. And another.”
And when you try to pull away again, he wraps an arm around your waist and pins you down completely.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Geonu – “You Don’t Get to Say No.”
The second Geonu gets a grip on you, you’re already at his mercy. He pulls you close, breath hot against your ear as his fingers slip between your legs, tracing the outline of your core before slamming two fingers inside. No warning. No mercy.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growls, thrusting in deep. “Wanted me to fuck you until you forget your own name?”
You gasp, arching up into him, but he slaps your thigh, pinning you back to the bed. “No. You stay fucking still.”
You want to squirm, to move, but his grip on your body is unyielding. His fingers pound into you relentlessly, faster, deeper with every stroke. His thumb starts working circles around your clit, making your body tremble with every touch.
“You’re mine now,” Geonu whispers against your lips, smiling as he watches you writhe beneath him. His pace doesn’t slow. “And you’re not getting away. Not until you cum for me again.”
You try to push him away, reaching down to stop him, but he only grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. He’s staring at you like he knows exactly what you need, and he’s going to take everything he wants from you, whether you can handle it or not.
“Don’t even think about tapping out,” he warns, voice low and demanding. “I’ll make sure you keep coming until I say otherwise.”
And just when you think you might pass out, he hits that sweet spot again, his fingers curling deep inside you as his thumb presses harder against your clit. You can’t hold back the scream as you come—hard. But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down.
“Again,” he demands, his thrusts quickening, his body moving against yours like it’s nothing. “Give me another.”
Bain – “You’re Not Getting Away From Me.”
Bain’s hands don’t let you move. They’re everywhere—gripping your thighs, holding your hips down, making sure you can’t escape him. He doesn’t need to be rough, just relentless. His fingers slip inside without warning, and the pace is unyielding—slow, deep, and then suddenly fast.
“Can’t run from me, can you?” he says with that damn smirk. His thumb is moving against your clit in tight, controlled circles, while his other hand keeps you pressed down, your body twitching under the constant barrage.
Every time you think it’s too much, he pulls you right back to the edge, never giving you the chance to catch your breath. You’re overstimulated—each touch, each movement, sending sparks through your body that you can’t escape.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” he whispers, lips grazing your stomach as his fingers move faster, making your body quiver uncontrollably. The pleasure is overwhelming—too much and not enough at the same time.
When you try to push him away, to beg him to stop, he just holds you tighter. His pace doesn’t falter. The only thing he’s interested in is pushing you further, until you can’t even remember what ‘tapping out’ means anymore.
“I told you,” Bain growls, “you’re not going anywhere. I’ll keep you on edge until you break.”
Siwoo – “I Want to Hear You Beg.”
Siwoo’s eyes lock onto yours, his gaze heavy, as he takes his time, slowly pushing inside you. He doesn’t rush. There’s no hurry. You can feel him fill you up—inch by inch—as he watches you squirm beneath him, your body already betraying you.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, voice deep and smooth. His movements are deliberate, every thrust slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him. He holds your wrists above your head, pinning you in place while his fingers toy with your clit, teasing, pulling every reaction out of you.
The pleasure builds steadily, rising like a wave that never quite crashes. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pulls back slightly, leaving you right on the edge. You whine for him, desperate for more, but he makes you wait.
“Beg for it,” Siwoo commands, voice low, stroking your clit in slow, maddening circles. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
You moan, begging, your voice cracking from the intensity, but he’s not done with you. He keeps you hovering right there, almost falling over the edge, over and over again, until you’re shaking from need.
“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “Not until I say so.”
And when he finally gives in, thrusting deep and fast, his name tears from your throat as your orgasm hits—explosive, overwhelming—but he doesn’t slow. He keeps going, pace brutal, making your whole body twitch beneath him.
“Again,” he pants against your lips. “You’re not done.”
Doyum – “You Don’t Get to Escape.”
The moment Doyum touches you, it’s like your body forgets how to resist. There’s no hesitation—just need. His hands grip your thighs tight, and his fingers slide inside you without warning, deep and ruthless from the start.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. His pace is merciless—thrusting his fingers so deep your legs are shaking almost instantly. He watches your face twist, drinks in every gasp and cry like he owns them.
“You think you can just tap out now?” Doyum smirks, leaning in closer. “No, baby. You’re gonna take it.”
Your back arches, hands grabbing at him, but he presses you flat, adding pressure to your clit with his thumb. The rhythm is relentless—building faster and faster until you’re convulsing under his touch.
You try to warn him, tell him it’s too much, but he catches your wrists and pins them down, smirking.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “You cum again. Right now.”
And you do—helpless, your entire body trembling. But Doyum doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, faster, deeper, dragging you into another wave without letting you come down from the first.
“I’m not done with you,” he growls, pressing a kiss to your neck. “You’re mine until you can’t even think straight.”
Sangwoo – “I’m Gonna Ruin You.”
Sangwoo doesn’t rush. He makes you feel every second. He gets you exactly where he wants you—flat on your back, soaked, aching, and trembling from his tongue alone.
He kisses your thighs like they’re sacred, like you’re something he’s worshipping. Then his mouth finds your clit, and everything else falls away.
He starts slow—tongue flicking gently, then deeper, sucking, licking, switching up the rhythm just enough to keep you guessing. Your back arches off the bed, thighs clamping around his head, but he shoves them back open with ease, pinning you in place.
“Uh-uh,” he hums, mouth sticky against you. “You’re not going anywhere.”
You try to warn him, to gasp out that it’s too much—but he slides two fingers in before the words leave your mouth, curling them just right, dragging them in and out while he devours you like a meal he’s been waiting all day for.
“You already came?” Sangwoo asks, smirking against your skin. “Good. Now give me another.”
You’re twitching, overstimulated to the point of tears, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers go harder, his tongue faster, and your body gives out beneath him—jerking with a second orgasm that knocks the air from your lungs.
Still, he doesn’t stop.
“One more,” he breathes, eyes locked on you. “I’m gonna ruin you, baby. I want you fucked out and crying my name.”
And he gets exactly what he wants.
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