A/N: Happy Birthday to me~~~!!! Go easy on me, it’s been a while since I wrote smut...well, wrote anything tbh.
Group: BTS
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut
"It sucks that this is the only way we can go on dates" Taehyung said, adjusting his camera. His face was now centered on the screen and you smiled. Today was your fifth date with him after finding one another on one of those dating apps. With the whole world stuck in quarantine, dating had been incredibly difficult.
All of your flirting was done through a screen. You'd only ever heard each others' voices through your earbuds. Plus, since you'd only met Tae after the shutdown you still hadn't been able to meet in person. Every interaction was held simultaneously at your dining room table and in his home office over the computer.
"Yeah, I know. We probably would've never met though if all of this didn't happen" you said, gesturing around you. He smiled and sat back in his chair, ruffling his hair a little. Today, he wore it a bit on the messy side. His hair was significantly longer than in his profile but you assumed that, like everyone else, he was unable to get a haircut right now. It definitely wasn't a complaint. If anything, the longer hair just added to his overall sex appeal.
"That's true. It would've been a shame if I never got to meet such a beautiful woman" he answered smoothly. A smile washed over your face and you sat back in your chair as well. He definitely was a charmer, always knowing exactly what to say. Charming and sexy-- damn. It was bad enough that you hadn't had a date or sex in months. Then, to find someone like him, and to be denied the opportunity to even kiss him-- that was cruel.
"Five dates and I haven't gotten so much as a kiss yet" you complained. Taehyung laughed lightly.
"A kiss is a date one or two type of gesture. We are way behind" he retorted. You raised an eyebrow and adjusted your shirt without thinking, showing a little more of your breasts.
"Way behind?" you teased.
"There are a few things that I've been wanting to do to you since date three" he admitted. You weren't sure if you were imagining it or not but his already deep voice seemed to get even deeper. Whether it was an illusion or not, you licked your lips and leaned slightly closer to the computer.
"Go on. What have you been wanting to do to me" you almost drooled. It was beginning to get ridiculous. After every one of these dates, you always found yourself even more horny than the last one. He had this habit of licking his lips and doing a little chuckle that made your insides melt. Once the date was over and the computer was closed, you would always find your fingers buried deep inside of your panties. There was always some flirting but never had he come out and said anything this suggestive to you.
"Every time I see you, your shirts are either tighter or they're showing more and I can't help but wonder exactly what I'm missing out on" he commented. You could see his eyes falling to your chest and you smiled, pulling your shirt down a bit. Taehyung's lips parted slightly as he soaked in the curves of your breasts.
"Still wondering?" you asked. Although you had exposed more than he'd seen previously, you were still mostly covered up. Taehyung did it: that same chuckle/lip combo that made you want to risk it all.
"Now more than ever, honestly" he replied with a thick voice. Without fully thinking it through, you pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the side. He was completely silent, watching as your hands drifted behind you and the fabric of your bra visibly became more lax. You slowly pulled each strap down and watched as his mouth dropped open another fraction of an inch. You felt the material hit your thighs and you cupped both of your breasts in your hands, nipples peeking between your fingers.
"Your nipples-" he stopped, at a loss for words. You rolled both between your thumbs and pointer fingers, your eyes slowly closing. Your panties were drenched and your breathing gradually began to pick up. You opened your eyes only to see that Taehyung had removed his shirt. He wasn't overly muscular but there was a nice amount of definition to his abs. You licked your lips and he groaned.
"Can you pinch them for me?" he asked, eyes fluttering from your breasts to your face. With a smile, you slowly added pressure to both nipples. A low moan escaped your lips and Tae cursed under his breath. His eyes were locked on the screen, watching as your fingers kneaded into your breasts. He could only imagine how soft they were. He wondered how your pointed nipples would feel poking into his palm.
Despite your hands being occupied, your hips began to slowly circle, wriggling in your seat. Without something to press into your clit, you were getting next to no pleasure from it but you couldn't help yourself. Your eyes fell closed again as you squeezed your thighs together feeling just how wet you'd gotten. This was delicious torture. You could almost feel his eyes on you and your clit was begging to be touched. Still, you continued to simply massage your breasts.
Your eyes pried open as the sound of a zipper rang through your earbuds. Taehyung's blue boxers were showing on the screen as he pulled his pants off. You could see the outline of his hard dick restrained against his left thigh and a small wet space near the tip. Now, it was your turn to let your mouth fall open. Just from the outline you could tell that he would do more than fill you up.
Before he took his seat, he closed his fist around his clothed dick and you audibly gasped at the veins in his hand. He pushed his chair back until his face, chest and dick were all in the shot. You watched his hand slowly squeeze and slide over his penis, his eyes locked on you the entire time.
"You're probably so wet right now, aren't you?" his gravelly voice rang in your ears.
You used your legs to push the chair back so that he could see everything as well. Pushing your pants down, you slipped your pointer and middle finger over your slit and moaned lightly. You pulled your fingers up and showed them to the camera.
"I'm dripping wet."
"God, I wish I could taste you" he groaned. He let his dick poke through the hole of his boxers and grabbed it again. Your hand went back to your slit as you watched him massaging himself. Just the thought of those lips wrapped around your clit made your heart race.
"Fuck" Taehyung breathed as pulled and squeezed.
"You're probably so tight. Show me how many fingers you can fit in your pussy" he moaned. You slipped your index and middle finger inside of you and groaned out loud. As you slowly pumped your fingers in and out, you propped a leg up on the chair to fit your ring finger. You moaned louder, letting your head tilt back against the chair.
"Good girl. Tight, isn't it?" he questioned. You let out a little squeak hearing the 'good girl' title. You could feel your juices running down your hand as you pumped yourself in time with his hand.
Taehyung's eyes closed as he quickly stroked his dick. He licked his lips before letting them part and you moaned again at the look on his face.
"You sound amazing" he groaned, lidded eyes watching as you slowly began rubbing your clit.
"I wish I was there. Spread those legs wider and follow me" he commanded. You let your legs fall open, hanging on to his every word. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you fingered yourself in time with his strokes.
"Fuck, look at you. Such a good girl, fucking that pussy for me. Does it feel good?" he taunted, stroking himself a bit faster. His hand completely covered the head of his penis as he watched you writhe on the camera. You struggled to keep up with him, your body so close to release.
"Yes" you said quietly.
"I can't hear you, baby" he grunted. You moaned louder, feeling your pussy squeeze around your fingers.
"Yes! You feel so good, Daddy" you said much louder. You sloppily flicked your clit, feeling your release around the corner.
Taehyung watched in awe as he sped up his strokes. He began panting as he watched you creep closer and closer. When he was sure that you were about to explode, he tightened his grip slightly and grunted.
"You're so close, aren't you?" he asked, already knowing. His eyes closed for a second but he pushed himself to keep them open. He needed to watch you finish.
"Come on, baby. Cum for me" he growled, feeling his own climax coming. He repeated himself, telling you to cum and your eyes squeezed together. Your legs shook as you came violently, your eyes watering.
"Ohhhh, Tae. Yes!" you cried, as your chest rose and fell heavily. You cracked open your eyes as you watched him grunt and bite his lip. His body spasmed slightly and you watched as he exploded ribbons of cum onto his stomach. His whole body sank into the seat as he let his breathing return to normal. Reaching down, he grabbed his shirt from the ground and wiped his cum from his torso.
"When this quarantine is over, you're in for it" he smiled. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up as you looked at the small heaps of clothing around you.
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A/N: There will be smut in the next chapter (which I have already started writing). I just didn’t want this to be too long. I should have the next one up tomorrow.
Group: BTS
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut Series
The banquet had started at 6 pm and here you were, 5 hours later, still in the church. At least everyone had pretty much cleared out. Then again, the majority of the members were in the older crowd. It’d be weird if they were still hanging around after 11 pm. At this point, only Jimin’s family, Hobi, Amanda and the clean-up crew were left with you and Yoongi.
“Jungkook, I haven’t seen you in so long” Amanda beamed. Jungkook grinned and opened his arms, inviting her in. She gladly walked into his hug and pressed herself against him. You rolled your eyes and immediately yawned.
“So, he was the key this whole time? He should come around more often” Yoongi said, walking to your side. He had one hand in his pocket while the other ran through his hair.
“It’s almost like you don’t exist anymore” you teased.
Before Yoongi could craft a witty response, Jimin clapped loudly from across the room. “Are we staying here all night or are we going out?” he asked. Hobi smiled and Jungkook turned his head, clearly interested.
“Jimin, go out where? It’s nearly midnight and we all need some rest before church tomorrow-” his mother scolded. Jimin’s father placed his hands on her shoulders and lightly massaged them. He kissed the top of her head and quietly said something into her ear. After a few seconds, she rolled her eyes and sighed.
“You guys should have fun. You haven’t seen each other in a while-” he paused. You smiled to yourself, knowing that he’d just stopped her from going on the rant of a lifetime.
“-Jungkook...if you’re going to go, be careful and stay with Tae in Jimin’s room tonight” he continued cryptically. Jungkook gave a slight nod and you looked away. Going out? It was an accomplishment in itself that you’d made it 5 hours without letting his relationship slip.
“Fine, but be ON TIME for church tomorrow” their mother added, letting Mr.Park guide her out of the room. As he passed by you to reach the exit, he slowed down.
“If you go out with them, make sure my children don’t kill each other, please?” he asked. You nodded and he smiled.
“Again, it was nice to meet you” he nodded to Yoongi.
“The pleasure is mine” Yoongi responded with a smile.
As soon as they left out, Hobi raised his hand as if he were in school.
“Bar? Or do we want to just hang out at the dorms. We have plenty of space in our room” he called out. You rolled your eyes but smiled. It had been a while since the boys hosted a little party at their place and you had to admit that you were interested.
“Plenty of space?” Yoongi asked in your ear. You shivered at the unexpected close contact.
“Um, yeah. They pay way more for their room than I do for mine. They live together so it’s easy to pay double the amount” you answered. He made a face of understanding and nodded.
“I actually have to work tomorrow so I can’t go,” Amanda said sadly. Sensing that there was more to her statement, Jungkook waited.
“But, of course, if you’re going to be there I can drop by” she continued. Her eyes were slowly trying to draw him in and it made you uncomfortable. Instead of sticking around to watch this train wreck, you turned to Yoongi with a smile.
“Do you want to go?”
He sucked in a breath and thought it over.
“Well, I did need another excuse to hang out with you so-” he replied. You smiled and looked over at Jimin and Hobi.
“You guys can add another guest,” you said, motioning toward Minister Yoongi. Hobi started clapping his hands and Jimin joined in as he walked closer to you. He put his arm around your shoulder and called out for everyone to follow as he walked out of the dining hall.
“I’ll ride with you. Tae and Kookie can ride with Hobi” Jimin smiled. You laughed and gave him a look.
“Why are you acting weird?” you asked. He shrugged and continued walking you out of the church. He looked away for a second and cleared his throat.
“I just want to talk to you about something,” he responded.
“I’ll meet you guys. I have a few things that I need to wrap up here” Yoongi called out. Jimin turned around and gave him a thumbs up. He removed his arm from around your shoulders and opened the door for you. Everyone else trailed behind you and you dug in your bag for your car keys.
“Kook, can you go back with Hobi?” Jimin asked, catching up to you. Jungkook just nodded, probably grateful that he wouldn’t have to endure a secretive car ride back. The boys all piled in Hoseok’s car while you handed Jimin the keys.
“Do you want to go to your place and change first?” he asked, opening the driver’s side door. You shook your head, looking down at your outfit.
“It should be fine” you answered, getting in the car. He closed his door and buckled his seat belt.
You still sensed a weird vibe coming off of Jimin that you couldn’t quite explain. He started the car and you scanned your eyes over the side of his face. As he slowly pulled out of your parking spot, he could feel you staring.
“I wanted to talk to you about...Yoongi” he breathed, knowing you were seconds away from asking. In typical Jimin fashion, his fingers played with the volume dial, making sure the sound was just barely playing.
“Yoongi. What about him?”
“He’s into you, right?” he asked. His eyes left the road for a split second as he checked for your reaction. You looked at him quizzically, wondering where this conversation could possibly go. The last time Jimin had brought something like this up with you, the two of you were still a couple. Hopefully, this conversation wouldn’t go anything like the horror that was your relationship-ending fight.
“Jimin-” you started.
“-I’m not trying to...overstep. I just...I don’t know. I know you two are working together and you’ll probably be spending a ton of time alone” he sputtered. Jimin made a right turn, his words just hanging in the air. You weren’t really sure how to respond. You weren’t even sure what he was trying to say exactly.
A few minutes went by as Jimin drove in silence, searching for the right combination of words.
“I guess, I had always figured we’d get back together one day...and he’s the first guy you’ve really been around since we broke up.” Jimin stopped talking and groaned. He was having an unbearable time trying to get his words out and it was irritating. Jimin slowly made a turn into the boys’ dormitory parking lot. He took the spot closest to the door and put the car in park.
“Just, give me a heads up if you start catching feelings” he finally spat out. You were quiet for a moment and he shifted anxiously.
“Please?” he said with a nervous laugh. The look on his face hurt your heart and a lump the size of a boulder lodged itself in your throat. Unable to speak, you gave him a small nod and he smiled. He got out of the car and jogged to your side, opening the door. You unbuckled your seatbelt and took his hand to step out of the car. Once you were flat on your feet, Jimin hugged his arms around your waist and you hugged him back. He kissed your cheek and took a step back before grabbing your hand.
"Sorry for making everything weird. I just had to say something, you know?" he said, still feeling a bit awkward. You tried your best to give him a convincing smile and he seemed to accept it.
"Now, let's get fucked up," he said. You couldn’t have said it better yourself. A few drinks were exactly what you wanted right now.
You heard a few car doors shut and an excited Hobi yelling at the two of you.
"Let's do this!" he screamed. Hoseok ran across the lot, leaving Taehyung and Kookie to jog and catch up.
As soon as the five of you made your way up to their room, Jimin’s phone began buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and announced that it was Minister Yoongi.
“___” Hobi called out, setting a shot glass down on the table. When did he pour that? All of you literally just got there. Somehow within the two minutes that you’d been in their place, he’d gotten out the shot glasses and filled enough for all of you. Walking over, you grabbed your glass from the table and quickly swallowed it down, wincing at the slight burn. You coughed and Hobi laughed at you.
“Been a while?” he asked, still laughing.
With the phone pressed to his ear, Jimin reached around to grab his shot and quickly downed it. He blew a kiss at you mockingly and you rolled your eyes. The two of them went out at least every two weeks. You, on the other hand, you only really went to parties when you didn’t have to work or do some elaborate church project.
“No, no, no. The turn off for our place is literally the first turn that you can make. We’re before the girl’s dorm” Jimin said. He held his glass out toward Hobi, asking for another.
“No pacing at all, huh?” Taehyung commented. Jungkook passed his glass back too and Taehyung’s eyes widened. As soon as Jimin’s glass was refilled, he walked to the door and stepped out.
“We have our dad’s tolerance. It’s going to take a few of these before we feel anything” Jungkook explained before throwing his next shot back.
“I’m the exact opposite,” Taehyung laughed. You could hear Jimin’s muffled voice through the door as he continued giving directions. Hoseok reached his hand out for your glass and you passed it to him. While Tae and Kookie continued their conversation, he decided to strike one up with you.
“So what did he want to talk to you about?” Hoseok asked. He sat your shot down and put a finger up, signaling for you to wait. He went into their fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and some fruit juice. Pouring you a glass of juice, he sat it beside your water bottle and shot.
“Something to help it go down and something that’ll help you in the future” he said, pointing to the juice and water respectively.
You closed your eyes and swallowed the drink before quickly drinking the juice to numb the taste. Your entire chest felt warm and you blinked.
“It really has been awhile” he laughed again. You shook your head and took another sip of the juice. Hoseok poured himself another drink and asked again about Jimin before swallowing it whole. Taehyung and Jungkook walked over to the couch and continued talking.
“He told me that Yoongi is ‘into me’ and asked if I could let him know whenever I started to catch feelings” you answered truthfully. Hoseok made a face like he was impressed and then laughed a little.
“Wow. I didn’t expect that” he said. You hadn’t expected it either. Jimin was never really the type to talk out his emotions. It was the main reason that you broke up. Whenever he had a strong feeling, he was impulsive. He jumped head first into action without even attempting to consider logical reasoning. If a guy friend showed any sign of getting too close, he just reacted.
“I guess, this is what you wanted, right? Just before you ended it, you told me that he needed to grow up, right?” Hobi asked. You gave him a look, not appreciating where this talk was heading. Your mind was already dipping that way and you had no intention of mulling that over tonight. You didn’t need him to put more of those thoughts in your head.
“So, let’s see: your only problem with him... was that he acted like a child and...it’s starting to look like our little Jimin is growing up” he teased. You rolled your eyes and tapped the top of your glass with your finger.
“Isn’t this supposed to be a party? This isn’t relationship counseling” you said, watching him fill it back up. You quickly took it down as Jungkook sauntered his way over with their glasses. Hobi looked at him and then looked over at Tae, who was busy typing on his phone.
“Are you two...” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed, noticing that the warmth had spread to your ears.
“Are we…?” Jungkook asked, already knowing what he was asking. He smiled, waiting for Hobi to elaborate.
Hoseok laughed and stole a sip of your juice. He grossly mimicked two people making out and you laughed even harder.
“Eww, stop it!” you exclaimed. Jungkook’s face was an even mixture of total amusement and disgust.
“Yuck, yes, we are. Now stop that” he said, lightly pushing Hobi’s shoulder. Hoseok laughed as he stumbled back a little.
“Jimin can’t know about this,” Jungkook said, still smiling. Hoseok pretended to zip his lips closed and finished the gesture with two thumbs up. Knowing that he was nowhere near finished, Jungkook just stayed quiet and watched him.
“You two are so cute~~~” he teased, voice slipping into baby talk. He ran to Jungkook and wrapped him in an intense bear hug, lifting him off the ground. Jungkook writhed and complained as Taehyung laughed at his obvious discomfort. In the height of Hoseok’s nonsense, Jimin walked back into the room with Yoongi in tow and both of their faces instantly became confused.
“Why are you trying to kill him?” Jimin asked.
“I’ve missed him so much!” Hoseok said, squeezing him one last time. He put him down before acknowledging Yoongi.
“Father, I’m glad you could make it,” he said. You shook your head and groaned.
“Father?” Yoongi questioned, looking around for an answer.
Yoongi had changed his clothes, now wearing some very form fitting black jeans and a slightly baggy grey hoodie. He was just...so attractive. It was actually frustrating how every outfit he wore filled your mind with the dirtiest fantasies you’d had in a long time.
“For the last time, he is not a priest. We are not Catholic” Jimin said. Hoseok shrugged and walked back to the little kitchen area. He pulled three more shot glasses out and filled each one to the top.
“Father, Minister-- whatever your title is, you’re behind in the drinks department.” Hoseok waved his hand over the three shots and eyed Yoongi.
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Group: BTS
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut
You'd stopped drinking about an hour ago but your head was definitely swimming. Hoseok had been laughing and smiling for the past 10 minutes. Jimin's speech slurred every so often and his eyes were slightly lidded. Jungkook had passed out with Tae in Jimin's room about 15 minutes ago. Yoongi...well, you couldn't really tell just how far along he was. Rather than looking drunk, he somehow managed to just look tired.
“I really wouldn’t have expected you to come here” Jimin laughed, face reddened. Yoongi tilted his cup, drinking the last of whatever fruity concoction Hobi had mixed. He put his empty cup on the floor beside him.
“Why not? I’m getting to know you guys” Yoongi answered.
Jimin's smile quickly slid into a frown and he covered it by taking a sip from his cup.
"Getting to know some a little better than others," he grumbled, finishing the last of his drink. There was a slight pause as you stared at Jimin. Obviously, he was referring to you. Even if it was just a hint of it, you could hear his jealousy seep out. Hoseok must've heard it too because he seamlessly came up with a cover story.
"Yeah, we've seen you with Amanda-" Hobi teased, nudging Yoongi's arm.
"-well, you have her until Jungkook comes around" he laughed. Yoongi didn't seem to notice the light tension in the air and you mentally thanked Hoseok.
"She scares me a little," Yoongi laughed.
Jimin's eyes connected with yours for a split second and you stood up.
"I'm going to head out," you announced. You gathered the mess you made and headed into their small kitchen area. As you dumped your trash in the bin, Jimin walked in and leaned against the fridge. He looked you over, knowing that he'd messed up...again.
"___-" he started, apology geared up.
"Jimin, you don't need to apologize" you sighed. Truthfully, if you were comparing his past self with now, his snarky comment was basically a compliment.
He went quiet and watched you turn to face him.
"I've been trying" he offered with a smile. He scratched the back of his head and you kicked yourself for finding it cute. You were not in the right mindset for any of this.
"Yeah, I know. I appreciate it" you smiled back. There was a quiet moment between the two of you until Hobi's laugh echoed throughout the building.
"Come on" Jimin said, opening his arms. You walked into his hug and he kissed your cheek as usual.
"See you tomorrow" he said, releasing you. He walked with you back to the other boys and you slid your shoes on.
"It is 4 in the morning," Hoseok commented, eyes on his phone screen.
"4? We have church in, like, 5 hours" Yoongi said, sitting up.
"Yeah, you might want to get some sleep," Jimin suggested. Yoongi scratched his forehead and grabbed his keys from the table. He looked down at them and sighed.
"I need to call a car or something," he groaned.
"I can drive your car to the church tomorrow," Jimin offered. He reached his hand out and Yoongi tossed his keys to him.
"Can you walk ___ home? Your ride will probably get there by the time you make it to her place" Hoseok asked, beginning to clean up. Jimin didn't comment, instead moving to help clean up.
"Uhh, yeah, sure" Yoongi agreed. Not wanting to make Jimin any more uncomfortable, you walked to Hobi and gave him a hug goodbye. He roughly pressed his lips into your cheek and you complained, smacking him away. Hoseok laughed and let you go, throwing a goodbye in Yoongi's direction.
Yoongi pulled his shoes on and said his goodbyes as he opened the door for you.
"Hoseok's fruit drink-" he said as the door closed behind you. You began walking down the hall as he tried to sort through his confusion.
Yoongi's eyebrows were drawn together as he ruffled his hair.
"You're starting to feel it?" you laughed. He looked at you and smiled, walking into the elevator.
"My entire body just started heating up" he laughed with you. You nodded your head, completely understanding.
"You should never accept one of those after he's already been drinking. There's no telling how much alcohol he put in it" you grinned. Yoongi closed his eyes and tilted his head up.
"Church is going to be awful" he groaned before laughing.
"Well, he only gave you half of a cup so, maybe it won't be so bad?" you offered optimistically. The elevator pinged and the two of you stepped off. The walk to the exit was quick and you sighed in relief at the cool breeze gliding over your skin.
Yoongi must've felt it too because something that sounded suspiciously like a moan seeped from his lips.
"Seriously, my body feels like it is on fire," he said. You laughed and pulled his arm in the direction of your place.
"This way" you smiled. Yoongi looked at your profile from head to toe and lightly shook his head. He had a snarky comment but now wasn't the time to go there.
"You couldn't have changed out of that dress" his lips asked anyway and without his permission. Liquid courage.
You looked down at your dress, continuing the path to your place. You remembered his comments from the banquet and smiled.
"This is a normal dress" you laughed.
"I can almost see through it and it is incredibly short" he said, openly staring at your thigh.
"It goes mid-thigh and it's not my fault that you can't help fantasizing about me" you teased. Yoongi rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile.
"It's hard not to fantasize when I'm being seduced" he argued. Your mouth dropped open and he laughed at your animated expression.
"Mid-thigh means that when you bend over, it just barely covers your...important parts" he said, controlling his language.
"Ohhh, I see what this is about" you said, ears burning. Yoongi waited for your explanation with confusion carved into his face.
"You can't stop thinking about bending me over, right?"
Yoongi licked his lips and looked forward, refusing to answer. The hint of a smile gave him away and you laughed.
"See? I told you in your office that we needed rules or this would be hard for you" you gloated. Yoongi scoffed and watched you stick your tongue out to tease him. There was a small moment of silence as your mind played through the possibilities of him bending you over. The thought itself was making your panties wet.
"So, what's the plan after that?"
"What do you mean?" he asked quizzically.
"After I'm bent over? What’s next? Are you going to spank me?" you asked. Yoongi made an impressed face. You seemed to be getting more comfortable with him as the hours went by. Or, well, you could just be hopped on liquid courage like he was.
The two of you finally reached your building and he sighed, knowing the conversation would be coming to a close soon. He pushed the button for the elevator and the doors opened immediately.
"So?" you asked, still waiting for an answer. Yoongi watched as the elevator doors closed and smiled before looking over at your expectant face.
"I think I would have to taste you before I did anything else" he said, watching your reaction. You looked away from him for a second and swallowed, not sure what to say next. Surely there was a way to tease him but just the thought of his tongue on you made you hot.
He chuckled lightly at your silence and tried to subtly adjust himself. The elevator pinged again and the two of you stepped off to head toward your place.
"-but I know you wouldn't let me get that far" he said, eyes on you. His growing bulge throbbed in his pants.
You reached your door and turned around to look at him.
"You sure about that?" you asked, pressing your back against the door. Yoongi tilted his head down and kissed your lips, putting one hand on your hip and another on your neck. His thumb lightly brushed your earlobe as his tongue pushed your lips apart. With every new part of him that interacted with your body, you felt a new sensation. His fingers dug into your hips while his torso softly pressed into you. His kisses were urgent but his pacing was somehow still manageable.
Yoongi hiked one of your legs over his hip, sliding his hand over your thigh and pushing the lacy material of your dress upward. The bulge in his jeans met with your wet panties and you moaned, breaking his kiss. Yoongi relocated his mouth to your neck, biting down with just enough force to make your eyes cross.
Your hips angled just a bit, allowing even more pressure to build between his bulge and your clothed slit. You moaned in time with his grunt and he licked your neck, sucking the skin there.
Yoongi could feel himself become more and more frustrated as he tried to thrust his hips. Standing in your doorway just wasn't going to cut it.
"Door" he moaned against you. He allowed you to turn around, releasing your leg, and heard the sound of you fumbling with your keys. He used that time to fiddle with the zipper on your dress. Just as he got the zipper down, you'd gotten the door open and began pulling him inside. Yoongi kicked the door shut behind him and used his feet to start removing his shoes, all the while watching your dress hit the ground. His eyes stopped on your bra and smirked.
"Lacy bra too, huh?" his voice came out gravelly. You nodded and walked around him, his eyes following you across the room. With one hand, you reached behind and slowly undid the clasps on your bra. With the other, you dug in the second drawer of your dresser to pull out a condom. You tossed it to him and he fumbled to catch it, watching your bra hit the ground next.
Walking toward your bed, you kicked your shoes off and hooked your fingers into the waistband of your panties but kept them on. Lying on the bed, you gazed up at Yoongi who'd pulled off his hoodie and tossed it in the center of the room. His fingers worked on unbuttoning his jeans while he came closer to you. He bent over at the waist, licking his tongue to one nipple then the other.
At this point, you were so turned on that you could feel your inner walls clenching. Nearly breathless, you looked into Yoongi's eyes as he licked and kissed his way down your stomach. You could hear yourself panting despite the fact that he had yet to fully touch you.
Yoongi's tongue touched the fabric of your panties and he internally groaned as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. To your surprise, instead of taking your panties off, Yoongi flattened his tongue over your slit. He roughly spread your legs using both of his hands and sucked your clit through your panties. He broke eye contact and you finally felt free to close your eyes. The feeling of his suction mixed with the fabric of the panties was mind numbing and you moaned deeply.
Yoongi rubbed his thumb across your clothed nub and sucked his mouth to your inner thighs, biting and kissing the flesh there. He felt your hips bucking against him and he used his free hand to restrain you. After a few seconds of being unable to ride his face as you pleased, you got the message to stay still. His thumb moved just a bit more forcefully against your clit and you groaned, letting your legs fall open even wider.
Yoongi reached into his unfastened jeans and squeezed his cock, a moan escaping him. This was all getting to be too much. He was so hard that it was beginning to hurt.
He moved your panties to the side and licked his bare tongue across your naked slit. Your eyes squeezed shut and you cried out as he quickly began flicking his stiffened tongue over your clit. Your arm reached above your head, desperately trying to grab anything but could only find your pillow. Your fingers clawed into the pillow as your back arched and you panted. Yoongi stopped moving his tongue and immediately sucked your clit into his mouth.
The tension fell just a bit and your fingers loosened their grip. Why did he stop? You'd been so close. The thought to open your eyes crossed your mind but before you could do so, Yoongi slid two fingers into your pussy. He slowly began sawing them in and out of you, his lips still tightly hugged around your clit. Once again, you could feel your walls clenching and releasing.
Yoongi noticed it too and smiled to himself, knowing that he'd be experiencing it in a minute. He pulled his mouth and fingers away from you and listened to you protest. Pushing his pants to the ground, Yoongi grabbed the condom and ripped the packaging open with his teeth.
Impatient, you pulled your panties off and tossed them away. You squeezed one of your breasts and slid your other middle finger to your clit. A sigh left your body as you put pressure back where you needed it. Yoongi's eyes were stuck to your fingers, watching as you'd circle your clit a few times before plunging your fingers inside. He groaned, slipping the condom on. Waiting for your fingers to return to your clit, Yoongi lined himself to your opening and slowly pushed in.
"Oh God~" he breathed, his eyes closing. Your finger stuttered over your clit as you felt him stretch you open.
Once he was fully inside, Yoongi sat still for a second, letting your walls grip and massage him. After a few seconds, he pulled out about halfway and flexed his hips to dive back in. You licked your parted lips, your fingers completely stalled as he slowly rocked into you. With every thrust, a moan squeezed out of your lips.
You watched Yoongi grab one of your legs and push it upward through lidded eyes. Once he had more clearance, his thrusts became harder, making the bed rock. He grunted and your eyes clamped shut as his rough thrusts began to pick up speed. Your breasts bounced in time with the knocking of your headboard and his grunts.
Once again, your fingers rubbed at your clit and your head rolled to the side. You clenched your teeth, feeling yourself reach the edge. Your lower half started trembling and before you could scream, Yoongi pressed his lips to yours. Your walls squeezed the life out of him as you came explosively, his orgasm pushing through immediately after. Your nipples poked into his torso as he rested against you, your breathing patterns seeming to be in sync.
“___?” Yoongi said lightly, closing your bedroom door behind him. He walked over to your side of the bed and took a seat on the edge.
“___?” he called again, this time shaking you a little. You heard the sound of a bag rustling and you groaned before turning your head enough to look at him. Yoongi looked into your eyes and made a face.
“You look horrible. Worse than yesterday” he said. You rolled your eyes and stretched your arms, immediately regretting it. You were so sore. So sore, in fact, that for the past day or so-- you hadn’t moved much from this very spot.
You winced as you sat up and sniffled.
“Good morning” you said groggily. Yoongi gave you a pitying smile and reached over to grab your water from the nightstand. He dug in his bag- the culprit of the rustling from earlier- and pulled out a new box of medicine.
“Courtesy of your delightful pain-in-the-ass of a boyfriend” he said, handing it over. You smiled and took the box from him.
“Pain in the ass?” you asked, struggling to open the box. Yoongi watched in horror as you nightmarishly fumbled with the box’s flaps. After a few seconds, he took it from you, shaking his head as he opened it easily.
“Yes, since you’ve forbidden him from coming here until he worked out his issues with Namjoon-” Yoongi paused. He dug into his jacket pocket and rolled his eyes before turning the phone around to you. You smiled and took your medicine as Yoongi answered his FaceTime request.
“Yes? What do you need?” Yoongi asked,
“How does she look?” you heard Jungkook say. Yoongi looked from his phone to you and you quickly gave him a thumbs up.
“Much better than before” he lied. There was a pause and you put your water down.
“Yeah? Let me talk to her then” Jungkook said calling his bluff. You closed your eyes and sighed, taking the phone from him.
“I’m feeling much better, Jungkook” you said with false peppiness. The sound of your own voice sent a dull pain throughout your head. Great, yesterday’s headache was back.
“___, you look awful” he said concerned. His image got closer to the phone and you could only assume that he was giving you a good look-over.
“I’ll be over later. Give me...an hour or two” he said. You started shaking your head.
“No, we are taking a little break, remember?” you asked.
“You promised that you would take care of yourself while me and Namjoon worked out our problems. That was almost a week ago and you look ten times worse” he said, frustrated. You tilted your head to the side and sighed. Seeing the determined look on his face, you chose not to fight it. Knowing Jungkook, there was no way that he was going to listen to you after seeing how sick you'd gotten.
"Actually, make it a half hour. I just need to get a few things" Jungkook said. He made a kissing noise before ending the call.
"See? Pain in the ass" Yoongi commented, taking his phone back. Despite the fact that you wanted to stick to your original plan, you were so happy to see Jungkook. Somehow, even with him texting you and convincing you to take his phone calls, a week without him near you was beginning to weigh you down.
"Yeah...he's my pain in the ass though" you grinned before sniffling.
Yoongi rolled his eyes and stood up from the bed. He walked out of your room and you could hear him rustling around in the kitchen.
To your surprise, when he came back, he wasn't holding a snack. Instead, he held a thermometer out and made a noise, signaling for you to take it.
"So, have they been getting along?" you asked before wedging the device under your tongue. You pressed the little button and waited, looking at Yoongi expectantly.
"I'm not sure honestly. I've been here more than I've been at home. I mean, there aren't any new bruises on them so…" he trailed off. You cut your eyes at him and he shrugged with a smile. The thermometer started being and he reached over to pull it from your mouth.
"At least your fever went down a little" he commented. He set the thermometer on your bedside table and started back out of the room.
"Go shower. By then, Jungkook will probably be here. I'll see you later" he called to you. Pulling the sheet from your body, you willed yourself out of the bed and did a small stretch. You grabbed a t-shirt and pair of shorts from your drawer before dragging your body to the bathroom.
You sat your pile of clothes on the counter and looked at your disaster of a face with wide eyes.
"You look...awful" your reflection said. This would be the first time in a long time that you were seeing your boyfriend. There was no way that he was going to see you like this. You dug in the drawer under the sink and pulled out a hair tie. After a few seconds of wrestling, you officially had your hair in a somewhat acceptable bun.
You spent the next few minutes cleaning your teeth, scraping your tongue, and cleansing your face. After popping a moisturizer on, you smiled at your reflection. It wasn't a huge difference, but some life had definitely returned to your face. Going to the shower, you turned the handles and sampled the temperature of the water. Once it was to the perfect temperature, you removed your clothes and stepped in. Almost immediately, the steam from the shower allowed you to breathe from your nose again.
Inhaling deeply through your nose, you smiled and reached for your loofah and shower gel. The smell was dull but for the first time in a week, you were able to smell it. Your shower dragged on a bit longer than usual. Knowing that Jungkook was coming over, you used this time to shave and exfoliate as well.
By the time you were finished, you heard your front door open and close. A grin broke out over your face as you rushed to dry yourself off. You tossed your t-shirt and shorts onto your slightly damp skin and opened the door to your bathroom. As soon as you opened the door, you rushed out in search for him. You found him in the kitchen, setting a big paper bag on the table.
Your arms flew around his waist, cheek resting against his back.
"Whoa" Jungkook exclaimed with a little laugh. He removed your arms so that he could turn around and immediately pulled you back to him. His lips pressed to your forehead as he took a step back. He brought his face closer to yours and looked you over.
"You don't look as bad in person" he commented with a smile. Sitting back up, Jungkook peeled his jacket off and threw it over the back of the kitchen chair. He pulled his beanie off next and smoothed his hair into place. His hand reached out and lightly felt your neck.
"You're still a little warm though" he said. He dug into his paper bag and passed you a small bottle of juice.
"Drink up" he said. You frowned and attempted to pass it back.
"I just brushed my teeth" you complained. Jungkook looked up from the bag and stared at you. After a miniature stare off, he used his hand to gesture drinking and you sighed before twisting the lid off. So bossy.
You took a swig from the juice and felt as your lips puckered into a sour face. Jungkook laughed at you before putting a few things into your refrigerator. You put the juice down on the kitchen table, waiting for your taste buds to calm down.
"You're so dramatic" he smiled. He folded the paper bag and put it away. He leaned against the wall and looked you over, soaking in your appearance.
"Still sexy. Even when you're sick" he commented. He reached out and pinched the front of your shirt, pulling you to him. He brought his lips down to yours and smirked.
"I've missed you" he said. Your heart did a flip as he kissed you again a bit deeper. His hand slid over the curve of your waist as his tongue licked between your lips. It felt like he’d been gone for so long that your body quickly submitted to him.
You licked your tongue against his and his hands squeezed your sides a bit harder. He reached one hand around and squeezed your ass. Feeling the lack of panty lines, he groaned a little.
"How long has it been?" he asked, breaking his lips from you.
"A little over a week" you responded, grabbing his hand. Now wasn't the time for talking. Right now, you could feel yourself getting wet and there was only one thing that could fix that.
You began pulling him to your room and he slapped your ass as you walked. As soon as you got to the bed, Jungkook took over his normal dominant role and yanked you to him. He pulled your shirt over your head and threw it across the room, exposing your breasts. He hooked an arm around your waist and practically tossed you onto the bed.
He pulled his shirt off before bending down and bringing his lips to your nipple. He swirled his tongue around the little nub and you closed your eyes with a sigh. While it felt good, you silently prayed that he wasn't planning to tease you today.
Jungkook could practically feel the fever radiating off of your warm skin. He released your nipple and kissed a line down to your stomach. He slid your shorts down as he licked just above your mound.
"Jungkook, please" you complained.
He smiled and abandoned your shorts around your ankles before sitting up to kiss his lips to yours. As his tongue danced with yours, he slipped his long middle finger between your slit. You moaned into his mouth, feeling the pad of his finger flick over your clit. God, he knew how to handle you.
He slowly drew circles into your clit as his kiss clouded your brain. Jungkook sunk two fingers into your drooling cunt and groaned at how wet you were. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you listening to your desperate moans. His cock was straining against his jeans and while he wanted to free himself, he was far too hypnotized by how sexy you looked. As his fingers slipped in and out of you, his palm lightly grazed your clit.
"Jungkook~" you moaned, humping against his hand. He sucked his lips back to your nipple, letting you fuck his fingers. He kissed up to your neck and roughly sucked the skin, making you shudder.
His lips inched closer to your earlobe and he moved his hand faster against you. His fingers darted in and out of you, his palm smacking into your clit each time.
"Oh my God~" you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Fuck, he knew just how to play with your body.
"Don't cum yet, baby" he growled into your ear. Despite his request, he didn't slow his pace down in the slightest. You let out a squeak and bit your lip. Don't cum? How were you supposed to do that?
You could feel your body edging closer to your orgasm and you roughly buried your fingers into the mattress. You were panting at this point, your eyes closed as you tried to keep yourself from cumming.
"Not yet" his deep voice commanded. He slowed down considerably and it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. Jungkook used his free hand to unzip his pants. He pushed them down as far as he could before kicking them off.
He took his hand from your pussy and crawled up your body, settling his naked hips between your legs. You could feel his dick lying right on your slit and you moaned. Humping your hips forward you forced him to rub against your slit. Smirking at your impatient spirit, Jungkook reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock.
He gently rubbed the head over your clit and you groaned.
"Jungkook, fuck me. Please" you begged, looking him in the eyes. Dragging himself over your slit one last time, Jungkook pressed his head right at your opening. You angled your hips just a bit and he pushed his full length into you with a grunt.
"Fuck" he breathed, feeling your walls clamp around him. He grinded his hips into you and grunted again. After a few long, slow strokes, Jungkook found his rhythm and picked up the pace. You hooked one of your legs over his waist and arched your back, letting him pound into you.
Through half-lidded eyes, you watched Jungkook squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip. As his pace increased even further, he licked his lips and opened his eyes.
"Rub your clit" he ordered. You circled your clit as he instructed, goosebumps invading your skin.
"You're so fucking tight, baby-" Jungkook groaned, slamming into you. You moaned at his dirty mouth and became very aware of your breasts bouncing from his force.
"Faster" he said, referring to your clit.
"Yes, sir" you blurted out, flicking your fingers faster. Your chest rose and fell quickly and you could practically feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your moans were so loud that you were starting to give yourself a headache.
"It's almost time, baby. Are you ready?" he grunted. Unable to get any words out, you nodded vigorously. Jungkook let out a string of curse words as he snapped his hips into you.
You felt your body tense up and you knew that any second now you were going to cum.
"Fuck, do it now. Cum now, ____" he said. Your back arched and both of you went stiff as you came together. For a moment, it almost seemed like your room had gone dark as you slowly floated down from your high. Your breathing slowly calmed and Jungkook let his sweaty body flop beside you.
Glancing over to him, you took in the way his chest rose and fell and the smile that was blessing his face.
"I've missed you so much" he breathed. You laughed and sat up enough to peck his lips.
A/N: I realized that I don’t really have any stories like this on my page. This is my first fic that is specifically an AMBW story. (Asian man Black woman).
Group: BTS
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff
"Okay. Uh… this brush, a handful of scrunchies, these clips...am I missing anything else?" Jimin asked, laying everything out on the bathroom countertop.
"Um, a spray bottle? Oh, and grab that jar that says, 'hair mask' on it" you instructed. You used your left hand and adjusted the pillow on the seat. Jimin nodded and quickly shuffled out of the bathroom to search for the supplies. You looked at yourself in his large mirror, thankful that he had a stool tall enough.
"Got it" he said, walking back into the bathroom. He set everything out across the counter and looked them over.
"Do you really need a spray bottle if your hair is already wet?" he asked. His eyebrows knitted together as he screwed the top of the bottle off.
"Trust me, you'll need it. Fill it with warm water" you smiled. He shrugged and turned on the water. As he waited for a specific temperature, you slid the towel around your shoulders over a bit and wiped a drop of water from your face. With the bottle now filled up, you were ready to begin your instructions.
"Okay, so we're going to separate into four sections like we did earlier and clip them away" you gestured. In the reflection, your eye gravitated to the brace around your right wrist. Man, this thing was getting itchy.
As Jimin started separating, he struggled to clip the sections away from one another. His wrist twisted and turned awkwardly and you smiled. You were grateful that your boyfriend of 4 months was eager to help and you tried hard not to laugh. The level of intensity mixed with complete inexperience was just too cute and hilarious to deal with though.
"Remember to twist it a little. Then it'll fit in the clip" you hinted.
"Right, right, right" he said quickly. His eyes were glued into your hair, a look of determination haunting him. He twirled the top portion of your hair out of the way and clipped it.
"Nice!" he exclaimed before repeating the same step in another section. He worked in almost total silence as he tried to perfectly handle each group of hair. After a couple minutes, he officially had three sections of your hair clipped away.
"I'm so good at this," he beamed. All he'd done was separate your hair. You let him have his little victory though, giving him a small clap.
"Now you want to spray that whole bottom right piece, okay? Spray it and apply that cream to my hair. From the ends all the way up to my head" you said. It was awkward holding your bulky wrist to the side of your head and trying to point. This was your only option since you'd taken that fall last week though.
Jimin grabbed the spray bottle and misted the water over your hair. When you suspected it was wet enough you awkwardly reached over with your left hand and felt your hair. You gave him a thumbs up and he put the bottle down to grab the jar of deep conditioner. His fingers grazed the top and you almost laughed at the small amount that he came up with. Rather than telling him, you just watched as he tried to stretch the dime-sized amount of product into your hair.
"Yeah...I think..." he trailed off. He went back in for more, this time grabbing a hefty amount and you grinned in amusement. He worked the product through your hair and nodded.
"That looks better," he commented.
"It does. Good job" you smiled, turning your head a little to see.
"Here comes the hard part. I need you to brush from the ends, up to my scalp, okay? If the brush doesn't go through a certain part, you have to use your fingers to get the knot out" you said, carefully. You'd been growing your natural hair for about 3 years and it was finally to a length that you enjoyed. Even though he was being the 'world's greatest boyfriend' right now and helping you, you'd probably still have to kill him if he pulled any hair out.
"I've got this. Trust me" he said, leaning over to kiss you. You pecked his lips but eyed him suspiciously.
He grabbed your detangling brush and began gently running the bristles through your ends. So far, so good.
He looked up at you through the mirror, looking for your seal of approval.
"Nice job, babe" you smiled. He grinned and kept going. He slowly worked through the first section, twirled it away, and clipped it before going to the next. A few times throughout the process, you could see him smiling at the way your hair curled up with the product.
He worked easily through your hair, stopping occasionally to manually detangle a few knots. After a while, he was finally clipping the last portion of hair. You twisted your head from side to side, looking at his work.
"Now I just need a cap and we're finished for a little while."
"Like a shower cap?" he asked. You nodded and stepped down from the stool.
"Shower cap… plastic bag, either one is fine" you responded. He seemed to think it over, trying to think if he had one lying around.
"I think I have some bags around," he said thoughtfully. He jogged out of the bathroom and you pulled the towel from around you. As you stretched your arms out to the side, you could hear him coming back. He tied the bag around the top of your head, completely covering your hair, and took a step back.
"You look insane," he smiled. He grabbed his hands to your waist and kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to scrape your brace on him.
"So, how'd I do?" he asked. You smiled and kissed him again.
"Really well, actually. Thanks again for helping me out."
"No problem. I had fun" Jimin shrugged.
You laughed lightly, remembering how starstruck he was watching the curls form.
A/N: Yikes...I haven’t written smut in........a long time. Hopefully this isn’t complete shit.
Group: SHINee
Pairing: Taemin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Taemin loosened his tie and threw it on the bed. His head was throbbing and all he wanted was some quiet time with you and sleep. He scanned the room and sighed as he looked at the bathroom door. The water from the shower was deafening but he just chalked it up to his migraine.
Spending a full day at an award show was exhausting. He’d gotten there around 11 this morning just to rehearse and get his makeup done. After that, he had to sit through the whole show, smile, shake hands, go through interviews and perform. That, in all, was about 12 hours worth of work.
There was a light fog coming from the bathroom, leaving Taemin to wonder how hot the water must be. He could use a hot shower right now. Actually, he could use a lot of things, now that he was thinking about you in the shower.
Taemin rubbed his tired eyes before undoing the buttons on his shirt. He walked to his bedside table and opened the top drawer. Grabbing the leather material, Taemin stalked into the bathroom. He placed the collar on the bathroom sink and swiftly walked back out, pulling his arms out of his sleeves. He took his shirt completely off and chucked it into the bin.
He heard the shower cut off and smiled to himself as he unbuttoned his pants. Taking a seat on the bed, Taemin decided to wait for you. He knew that you wouldn’t be long. After all, you were such a good girl.
There was a light snapping sound and his smile spread just a bit.
“Don’t dry off too much” he called out, his own voice making his head pound.
You appeared in the doorway, a few beads of water sliding down your skin. Taemin’s eyes traced the black leather collar and he sighed. What a beautiful sight to come home to.
Your hair was still fairly wet and the way the light reflected off of the remaining water on your body was a dream.
“Come here” he said lightly. You smiled and took slow, deliberate steps to where he was sitting. He looked so tired and you just knew that he needed a sleep aid. He moved forward enough that his feet touched the floor and beckoned you even closer with his index finger.
A droplet of water perfectly strolled down to your right nipple and Taemin leaned over to lick it away. At that, you could feel yourself getting turned on.
“Daddy had a long day” he started, lust beginning to creep into his voice. He put his hands on your hips and had you turn around, admiring your ass. He lightly smacked your cheeks, watching as they jiggled.
“-a long day-” he continued, smacking your ass again.
“-and I need you to help me get to sleep, okay?” he finished.You nodded and he smiled, turning you back around. You bit your lip and looked down at your nipples as he stood to his feet. Being that you were still wet from the shower, it definitely felt cold in this room.
“Daddy just needs you to be quiet, okay? I have a massive headache” he said calmly, looking down at you. After letting his pants slide down to his ankles, he reached his hands back to your hips and slid them down over your ass. Your nipples poked into his bare chest and you put your hands on his biceps, waiting for his next instruction.
In this house, you had a system. Once you accepted the collar, you weren’t allowed to do anything without permission. If Daddy says you need to be quiet, that’s just the way it has to be. Otherwise, you will be punished and that could range from minutes to hours to days.
Taemin knew that patience wasn’t your strong suit and he would definitely exploit that if you were a bad girl. That was exactly why he had a whole cabinet full of wrist ties, handcuffs, and any other bondage tool that he felt was necessary. A cabinet full of sexy, beg-worthy horrors.
Taemin continued to squeeze and fondle your ass, making you wetter with each passing second. You looked up at him and for a brief second, he smiled.
“Kiss me” he instructed. Snapping into action, you put a hand to his neck and guided him down to your lips. Knowing about his migraine, you wanted to keep it nice and slow. You were the one who was told to carry out the act but it was up to him to control the pace.
You lightly nipped at his bottom lip and you felt his dick flex against your stomach. You did it again and were pleasantly surprised to get the same reaction. Licking your tongue against his lips, you had him part them. Your tongues intertwined shortly before you sucked his tongue into your mouth. Taemin moaned lightly and moved his hand around to cup your pussy.
His middle finger slid down the slit, easily parting your lips. The pad of his finger rubbed your clit and you broke the kiss to let out a sigh. Taemin smiled, amused. It was always so surprising to him how a few simple orders could get you so turned on.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were so wet, baby?” he asked, still amused. You didn’t answer, knowing that you weren’t told to speak yet. Instead, you looked into his eyes, eyelids slightly closed as he stroked your clit.
“Go on, tell me” he said, granting permission.
“You didn’t s-say I could...I could speak” you breathed in response. His smile grew and he chuckled lightly to himself.
“Ah, such a good girl” he said, moving his hand away. He told you to lie down on the bed and you followed his orders. You went to the direct center of the bed and watched him.
“Pick up where I left off. Middle Finger. Circles” he said.
“Yes, Daddy” you answered, spreading your legs open. With your right hand, just as he’d done, you slipped your middle finger between your lips and rubbed your clit in slow, steady circles. A light moan left from your body as Taemin officially stepped out of his pants. He pulled off his boxers and tossed the both of them in the bin.
“C-can I...move my hips? Please?” you asked. Taemin granted you permission and crawled onto the bed from the bottom. He grabbed his dick in his right fist and gave it one slow pump after another.
“Ah~” you moaned just a bit louder.
“Quietly” he reminded you softly. You nodded, your eyebrows knitting together as you forced your lips shut. Your wet hair pressed around your face as you seemed to sink deeper into the small hill of pillows on your bed.
Taemin silently tapped your legs to have you spread them wider, not wanting his voice to disrupt your light moans. He moved forward and grabbed your right hand before licking his tongue to your slit. Your breath caught and your toes curled as he wriggled his tongue directly onto your clit.
“Mmm~” you moaned, desperately trying to keep quiet.
You quickly placed your left hand over your mouth once Taemin began to suck. Your eyes felt like they were rolling to the back of your head as you ground into his face. Sinking deeply, your chest fell before popping back up in time with your breathing. You could feel your right leg shaking and you prayed that he would stop soon. Otherwise, you’d be screaming and you were definitely going to get punished for that.
Taemin, feeling that you were close, switched back to slow licks and you thanked every higher power that was listening. He slid his index and middle finger into your opening and your back arched off of the bed before falling back down. Your eyes glazed over as he slowly fingered your pussy, still focusing on how quiet you needed to be. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as a reminder and continued grinding your hips to meet his tongue and fingers.
“Good girl” he praised, his voice swimming through your mind.
Along with his pointer and middle finger, Taemin added his ring finger and you squeaked. Your lip slipped from between your teeth and you squeezed your eyes shut. So much for that idea.
Although his pace was the exact same, your legs were shaking more vigorously now and you knew that you were almost there.
“D-daddy?” you managed to get out.
He stopped moving his hand, letting his fingers just relax as you humped against them.
“Are you close?” he asked, already knowing the answer. You licked your lips and nodded yes, hips still going. Taemin listened to your ragged breathing and smiled despite the fact that he was painfully hard.
“Stop moving your hips” he said softly. That was probably the worse thing he could’ve told you to do. Your hips continued moving even though you desperately begged them to stop. Taemin laughed to himself, and tried again.
“Come on, you have to stop or you’ll cum” he said. You bit your lip and somehow willed yourself to stop. Taemin mumbled something about how obedient you were as he hovered over you. He bent down to kiss you, biting your lips. Even though you knew that he was just distracting you, you couldn’t help but to give in. He licked at your tongue with his own and when you least expected it, he pressed the head of his cock into your opening.
You let out a small cry which he covered with his lips. Taemin exhaled heavily and wound his hips into you slowly but forcefully. Knowing that he’d teased himself for too long, Taemin took your right hand and guided you to rub your clit again. He wouldn’t last too long.
You could hear your own breathing and it timed perfectly with his thrusts. Your middle finger alternated from small, fast circles to large, slow ones. That is, until Taemin picked up his pace. He grunted as his hips quickly snapped into you, his breathing raw and sporadic.
“Oh my God” you said before covering your mouth with your other hand again. Taemin pulled your hand away from your mouth, telling you to speak. He put his hand around your throat with just enough pressure to keep you pinned in place as he roughly pounded into you.
“Fuck, Daddy! Harder” you screamed. Your moans and his grunting filled the room. The noise slightly pained him but it was completely worth it as he looked at the pure need on your face.
Your legs began twitching again and you moaned loudly as you came hard. Taemin released your neck and bent down to kiss you as he came hard enough for his body to spasm. He moaned, focusing what little energy he had left to kiss your lips. He let his body fall beside yours before reaching behind you and unsnapping your collar.
He tossed it onto the bedside table as you cuddled up to him. You grabbed the corner of the blanket and tossed it over the two of you.
“Do you need some medicine?” you asked quietly, looking at his spent body.
“No, I’m just going to go to sleep” he croaked with half-lidded eyes. You smiled and kissed his chest and he turned to kiss your forehead.
“So...where is this Minister Yoongi guy?” Jungkook asked as you looped your arm through his. You pointed to the front of the room where Yoongi was surrounded by some older church members. That boyish smile of his blinded the room as he tugged on his left sleeve.
“HE is your new minister?” Jungkook asked, jaw bouncing off of the floor. You laughed at his reaction and nodded. From the corner of your eye, you saw someone quickly walking in Yoongi’s direction and pointed.
“Your girlfriend is head-over-heels for him” you said, putting his attention on Amanda.
She practically shoved the elders out of the way and Jungkook’s brow furrowed.
“Umm...and when did this happen?” he asked, seemingly annoyed.
“Since he showed up? She has been drooling over him from day one” you answered. Jungkook scoffed and you just looked at him. Jealousy must run in the family. Didn’t he just get finished introducing his drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend? Not even ten minutes later, he was getting frustrated about this girl that he didn’t want.
“Are you seriously jealous right now? Didn’t you just introduce me to Taehyung?” you asked.
“No...yes...I just- did she see me come in today? She probably doesn’t know I’m here” he rationalized, still looking at her.
You felt an arm around your shoulder as Jimin put his head in between you. From behind the two of you, his other arm went around Jungkook.
“What’re you guys talking about?” he asked. A sudden wave of guilt and anxiousness washed over you. Keeping secrets from him was hard enough without that secret being less than 15 feet away.
“Your little brother is jealous of Minister Yoongi and Amanda” you answered, an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Jimin smiled and took his arms from around you guys.
“Jungkook, you don’t even like that girl” he said.
“So what? The attention feels nice” Jungkook said with absolutely no shame. All you can do is shake your head, listening to such ridiculousness.
“Hey, family” a cheery voice said from a distance.
You looked over and before you could even respond, Jungkook was running over to hug Hobi. Oh God…
Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook being in the same room was grounds for a nightmare. It could easily turn from the most hilarious evening of your life to the most tense. It was essentially a circus act with no safety net in sight.
“I didn’t know you would be here!” Hobi said excitedly.
“I didn’t know about you either! Jimin said you weren’t coming” Jungkook complained. They hugged again, smiles reaching the gods.
“He said that he wasn’t coming” Jimin defended. Hobi scoffed and nodded toward you.
“Oh, I have to be here. I have money on this one over here” he commented. You narrowed your eyes and Hobi laughed before coming over to kiss your cheek.
“There’s a bet going? About what?” Jungkook asked, confused.
Hobi gave him the rundown of the details and Jungkook’s face slowly transformed from excitement to frustration. This is exactly what you meant by things taking a turn extremely quickly. Jungkook was always down to have fun with them but things ALWAYS spun out of control in the end-- and it always started with a brotherly argument. Jimin would always say or do something stupid and Jungkook’s fiery side would just burn everything to the ground.
“You want ___ to fuck your Minister?” he asked pointedly, staring at Jimin. Hearing his tone, Jimin sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes as his head cocked to the side.
“Jungkook-”
“Are you crazy? First, you get dumped and now you’re going to push her away?” he asked, incredulously. You scratched your head and looked away. Even though you were the subject of this conversation, you felt like you weren’t supposed to hear any of this.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me about this?” he asked.
“If I knew you would act like this, why would I tell you? About anything? Ever?” Jimin asked rhetorically.
“O...kay. I am still here, guys” you said, waving your hands to get their attention. The two boys looked at you and Hobi cleared his throat.
“We can talk about this later” Jungkook responded, walking away.
“I’m not talking about it later” Jimin called out to him.
Without turning around, Jungkook gave him the finger.
“We are in a church” you called out. There was a small moment of silence.
“I love my brother-- even though he’s an asshole” Jimin commented. You slapped his arm and he flinched. After reminding him, again, that you were in a church, you shook your head.
“I’ll see you guys later. I think the program is about to start” you said. Leaving Hobi and Jimin behind, you walked toward Yoongi just as Pastor O’Brien took the stage. He glanced around at everyone with an honest smile. There was a tolerable screech of the microphone and he tapped it before clearing his throat.
“Good evening everyone! If you could all take your seats, we’ll get this party started” he chuckled to himself. Brushing off the slight cringe from his elderly joke, you quickly maneuvered through everyone to reach Yoongi’s table. He stood and pulled your chair out for you.
“Such a gentleman” you joked, looking up at him as he pushed your chair in.
“Of course” he smiled.
“-to celebrate our new Youth Minister-” Pastor O’Brien was saying. Yoongi turned his head away from you and smiled as everyone began clapping. From his left side, you clapped along with everyone else, a smile relaxing on your face. As the applause died down, Yoongi leaned over toward you.
“Your ‘two idiots’?-” he questioned, trying to remember how you’d phrased it. He was referring to Jimin and Hoseok.
You nodded, signaling that he was right and he continued.
“-Your ‘friends’. You’re extremely close to them...especially Jimin...and his family, huh?” he commented. He glanced at you for a second, checking your reaction. With a raised brow, you narrowed your eyes.
“Are you fishing again, Minister Yoongi?” you asked. His smile stretched and he sat back up in his seat, ignoring your question.
Was he watching your interaction with the boys? And why did he never answer questions like that? He’d just smile that ‘sexy but somehow adorable’ smile-- and pretend like nothing happened.
“-okay? The entertainment will start in a few minutes. Before that, though, we will need to pray first and then feel free to chat it up” Pastor finished. He lifted his hands and everyone stood up, bowing their heads as the Pastor started his prayer.
You looked down at your feet, just barely listening to the things that he was saying when Yoongi nudged you. You looked over to your right just as he was leaning closer to you.
“Can you stay after with me?” he said quietly into your ear. His whisper swept goosebumps over your arms and you swallowed before looking at him.
“Please?” he asked, looking you up and down. You blinked and nodded mechanically before looking back down at your feet. Why was it always like this? You’d have these cute, friendly, flirty moments and then minutes later: you felt like he was setting your skin on fire. It was like he didn’t even try. There was just this slight change in his tone that drove you crazy. A slightly different look, a slightly different tone, a slight pause in his words-
“Amen” everyone said in unison. You straightened out your dress and took your seat.
There was a light mumble throughout the room as everyone continued with their conversations.
“I just want to speak to you a bit after” Yoongi said, smiling. See?? It happened again. Now he was back to being cute?
“You are so-” you started.
“___!” Jungkook called loudly from directly in front of you. He walked up to your long table, eyes directly on you before shifting to Yoongi. His eyes bored into Minister Yoongi’s and you coughed loudly.
“So, who exactly are you?” Jungkook asked, ignoring your medical emergency.
This doesn’t seem good.
You coughed again and Yoongi placed his hand flat on your back, rubbing. He got a little closer and asked if you were okay. As you were trying to nod, he grabbed your prefilled glass and offered it to you. Swallowing, you took a swig and widened your eyes toward Jungkook. Knowing that he was already in a mood because of Jimin, you knew that anything he said right now would likely be bad.
“I’m fine. Hey” you said, giving him a warning look.
Yoongi stopped rubbing your back but kept his arm on the back of your chair. Jungkook’s eyes landed there for a second and you lightly smacked Yoongi’s thigh under the table. He looked over and you moved your shoulders, giving him the hint that he was being too close.
“Were you coming to meet Minister Yoongi?” you asked as Yoongi removed his arm as naturally as he could.
He offered his hand and Jungkook shook it, not breaking eye contact.
“I did. I’m ____’s brother” Jungkook smiled, almost sarcastically.
“Oh! Nice to meet you. I thought you were Jimin’s little brother?” Yoongi asked, confused.
“Yeah, exactly” Jungkook said, that agitated smile still glued to his face.
“Jungkook!” Taehyung said, quickly rushing over. He shot you an apologetic look before grabbing Kookie’s arm.
“Uh-um. Nice to meet you, Minister Yoongi. ___, your mother said that she was going to sit at our table. She wants to hang out with Jungkook’s parents” Taehyung said hurriedly. You nodded. There was an awkward pause before Tae excused himself and pulled Jungkook away from the table. As soon as their backs were turned, you let out a large breath.
“Just friends, huh?” Yoongi laughed from beside you. Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but to laugh with him.
“Jungkook isn’t normally like that. Jimin just pissed him off earlier” you apologized. Yoongi looked at you silently and you sighed.
“Why do you do that? What’s going on in your mind?” you asked. He smiled again before shrugging his left shoulder.
“I just think… you are interesting. That’s all” he answered simply. You looked away from him and smiled when you saw Jimin’s dad walking over. He grinned once he noticed you’d spotted him and jogged over.
“He’ll be cool. I promise” you said just loud enough for Yoongi.
He stood up from beside you and reached out to shake Mr. Park’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, sir” Yoongi said politely.
“Same to you. I just wanted to come over and meet Minister Dreamy” he said. Your eyes practically popped out of their sockets and Yoongi laughed from beside you.
“Minister Dreamy, huh?” he asked. Mr. Park laughed with him and nodded.
“Me and my boys, we had a whole conversation about you last night and you sound like a nice guy. Let me tell you, these church girls will eat that up. If you have a little dark side too-” he paused. Jimin’s dad made a suggestive face before looking around the room. He pointed to a corner and you saw Amanda hugging her arms around Jungkook.
Looks like she finally found out he was here.
“Stay away from her, you know? I’ve been batting her away from my youngest for years at this point and...” he trailed off, shaking his head. You laughed along with Yoongi and picked up your glass of water. The smell of food slowly filled the room.
“Amanda...her type is trouble. Stay away from that. Her father is awful too. You need to make sure you find a nice girl. You need someone more like, ___. Someone like her” he repeated. Why did he emphasize that?
“Yeah… Amanda will be sitting right next to ___ tonight. I needed to get some distance from her” Yoongi agreed. She’d be sitting next to you? When did that become the plan??
“Ah, so that’s why ___ came up here. I was so disappointed when I found out she wouldn’t be at our table” Mr. Park said sadly.
“I really could’ve used your help tonight too. Tae is here and...my wife. Kook is fighting with Jimin-- hey, I meant to ask you-” he stopped, turning to you.
“-do you know what they’re fighting about? I could only piece parts. Something about you and a bet with Hobi. What’s up with that?” he asked. You smiled and shook your head. There was no way you were going to answer that with Yoongi right next to you.
“Jimin is...an idiot” you answered. Yoongi brought his glass to his lips.
“You’ve got that right. I love him but… he can be a real jackass sometimes” Mr. Park admitted. Yoongi choked on his water and you tried to hold in your laugh.
“Oh, oh! I am so sorry! I forgot you were a- I’m sorry” Jimin’s dad said. Yoongi wiped his mouth, laughing as he told him it was okay.
The catering staff began bringing trays of food out just as the light screech of the microphone sounded.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later, okay? Sorry again. It was nice to meet you” Jimin’s dad said, taking his leave. Yoongi turned to look at you, his eyes watering from choking on his drink. He laughed again and you just nodded.
“He’s the best” you smiled.
A plate of food was placed in front of each of you as the pastor introduced the first entertainer.
“I should find someone like you?” Yoongi asked.
“I guess so” you grinned.
“Like you...but not quite you, right? Is that what he meant? I can’t have you?” he asked pointedly. You went quiet as he stared at you, knowing that’s exactly what was meant by that.
“Interesting” Yoongi grinned, taking another sip of his water. His eyes roamed over your face and he licked his lips before setting down his glass, momentarily looking away.
“When you can’t have something-” he started, folding his arms and resting his elbows on the table.
“I wonder how they’d feel if they saw us just a few days ago-” he said, turning back to you.
“-or even a few minutes ago” he finished, a challenging tone in his voice. You didn’t say anything, desperately trying to read the situation. His words and his tone were conflicting. His words seemed like he was playing a game-- and winning. But his tone was just so inviting and almost hypnotizing.
And what was he going to say earlier?
‘When you can’t have something’ … what?
You only want it more? Is that where he was going with this? You felt your ears begin to burn.
“What are you saying?” you smiled. He grinned and sat back in his seat, uncrossing his arms.
“Nothing. It’s just...very interesting” he answered, nodding behind you.
Amanda happily took a seat beside you and it was safe to assume that he was saying the conversation was over. It’s not like you’d be able to talk freely with her sitting here.
“Hey, ____. Why didn’t you tell me that Jungkook was going to be here? He looks...absolutely gorgeous“ Amanda said, looking across the room. You rolled your eyes and sighed, watching as the dancers took the stage near the podium.
A/N: When it comes down to it, I just have an addiction to starting new stories. Idk. I can’t help it guys. Help! Btw, my goal is to have posted AT LEAST 5 things this week. Also, don’t forget to vote on which BTS member you want to be in this story. So far...Jungkook is winning the poll.
Idea for this scenario:
A crossover story between BTS and Got7. You’ve been dating JB for...forever. He’s your first-- everything. You’re basically the definition of “Relationship Goals”... well, until JB starts to have doubts. He gets this fear that if the two of you continue on like this, you’ll get married have gorgeous children and then start to resent each other (since the two of you have never experienced dating anyone else).
Group: Got7/ BTS
Pairing: Jb x Reader x (???)
Genre: Smut series most likely
“No such thing” Jb said, shaking his head. His face pinched together as he pulled away from your conversation.
“Why can there be aliens but not mermaids?” you questioned, voice elevating a bit. Jb looked at you as if you were insane and sat up on his arm, hand smashing his pillow down.
“Mermaids, ____? Really?” he demanded.
The blanket slid down to bunch at your waist as you sat up with him. Crossing your arms, you leaned closer to Jb and nodded your head.
“There is a huge ocean that we have yet to discover-- just like space. There has to be creatures that we probably don’t know about!” you argued. He let his head fall back, laughing as if you were the funniest person he’d ever met. You slapped his shoulder and he laughed harder, letting his body fall back against his pillows.
“What is funny about that?” you asked, a pout forming on your face.
His whole body shook with laughter as soon as he caught a glimpse of the displeased look on your face.
“You’ve lost your mind” he exhaled, trying to catch his breath.
His left hand rested against his abs and he sighed.
“Thanks, babe. I needed that” he said, getting out of the bed. Leaning over, he quickly kissed his lips to yours before standing back up. With your eyes narrowed, you glared at Jb as his half-naked body walked toward his dresser drawer. Your head tilted to the side, checking him out. His body in only briefs was a sight that, despite all these years, you still dreamt about.
He pulled out a new pair of briefs and sat them at the top of the dresser. Opening your drawer next, Jb rummaged through and pulled out a black lace thong.
“This one today?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Those are not ‘everyday undies’ and you know that.”
He dangled it on his pointer finger and smiled.
“Can they be today undies?” he grinned.
“No! We’re going to be out all day. Wouldn’t you want me to be comfortable?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. You pulled the pillow that he’d used to you, using it to prop your head up as you looked in his direction. You blinked and felt that early-morning grogginess slap you in the face.
He rolled his eyes but dropped your panties back into the drawer. He grabbed a normal pair and placed them next to his. Casting a quick look over to you, he noticed your tired eyes and turned around completely.
“Hey! Don’t go back to sleep; get up. We’re not going to be late today” he ordered.
“I’m not going to sleep. I’m just laying here” you groaned.
“___. I’m serious. Go shower.”
“Uggghhhhh” you belted, dragging your tired limbs out of the bed. A corner of the sheet followed you onto the floor and you threw it back on the bed with a huff. Turning the corner, you moved into the adjoining bathroom and almost jumped at your reflection. What kind of hairstyle was this? Bedhead chic?
“You could’ve told me that my hair looks a mess” you called out. From the room, you could hear Jb closing a few more drawers.
“Why? You look beautiful to me no matter what” he smiled. You made a face to your reflection before grabbing your toothbrush. Jb walked in behind you and turned the shower on. He fiddled with the knobs a bit, getting a perfect temperature for you.
You placed the toothpaste on his brush and passed it just as he met you in the mirror. He cheesed weirdly at your reflection, his eyes locked on your face.
“I’d say your hair is pretty...unique. Very-- modelesque. You’ve got the whole tangled-ball-of-yarn look” he said, eyebrows raising. You punched his arm and he laughed, placing the brush in his mouth. He brushed his bottom teeth for a bit before resting his toothbrush in his cheek.
Jogging out of the room, Jb grabbed his phone from the charger and placed it on your speaker. He played Got7’s new title track and made sure to put it on repeat.
He went back to brushing his teeth as he walked back into the bathroom. As the music started up, you rinsed your mouth out and splashed a little water on your face. Grabbing your face cleaner, you smiled as Jb did smaller versions of the song’s choreography.
“You are literally going to practice in two hours. You can’t wait that long?” you asked, applying the cleanser to your face.
“Mm-mm” he shook his head. Jb placed his hand to your chest and lightly pushed you back so that he could spit.
“I need to look somewhat prepared” he answered fully. You washed the product from your face and removed your remaining clothes. Jb moved onto his face-washing routine while you climbed into the shower. He quickly rinsed his face and joined you.
You passed him your sudsy loofah and he washed your back for you.
Jb watched the soap bubbles trail down your back along with the water and wondered how much time you had to leave. He squeezed the loofah across your shoulder blades, prolonging the show.
You took notice of how long it was taking him and smiled.
“We’re not going to be late today” you said, mocking his tone from earlier.
“What? I’m not doing anything” he laughed, passing the loofah back to you.
“Liar” you grinned. You finished cleaning your body and quickly returned the favor, washing his back for him, before stepping out to get toweled off and dressed.
As you pulled your jeans up, Jb hobbled out of the shower, announcing that he’d order food to the studio.
“Breakfast?” you asked, moving on to your hair. He made an affirmative noise as he pulled his shirt over his head. When his eyes were free to look at you, he frowned. That frown slowly transformed into a mild pout.
“You’re doing your hair? I thought we were wearing our new hats” he asked. You froze, fingers midway through your strands.
“Um...yes…? I just want my hair to look halfway decent underneath” you responded, making up an excuse.
He smiled and shook his head, calling you a liar under his breath.
You laughed and the two of you finished getting ready-- hats included.
