Summary: This is literally just a series of drabbles on how they like to be railed.
Warnings: all of bts have pussies, futa/girlcock, the reader isn't really gendered? but just in case, mentions of squirting, mentions of creaming, namjoon impregnation kink, namjoon titties, obvs top reader, rough sex
A/N: tbh bitch i don't write drabbles, I had this shelved away and decided to post it. don't expect this sort of stuff to be frequent
Jimin rides you while you're on your back, hard and fast because he's greedy. It makes him feel shy but he feels so sexy when you stare at him like you want to eat him up. He likes having control but he needs to feel your hands on his hips, grounding him. It sends his heart aflutter because you could take over at any moment and fuck into him, making him moan and bounce around uselessly, while his tummy quivers pathetically.
Yoongi rides you while you're on your back, but he's going nice and slow. He has his hands gently pressed onto your chest or stomach for leverage. He has a really pretty arch in his back. He's doing that thing again. The thing where he looks at you with those big pretty eyes, the tip of his tongue lazily resting over the corner of his mouth, moaning in a breathy way. He doesn't have to ask because you know, grabbing his hips every once in a while and grinding in the slow, deep way that makes him throw his head back and his toes curl.
Taehyung is in the mating press, he squeezes his legs around your hips and his arms around your shoulders in a way that's so impossibly tight. He's greedy for you to piston back in and wants so desperately to touch you. You can feel his hip abductors trembling because he's falling apart. He’s calling for you constantly, wishing you could be even closer to each other.
You fuck Hobi on his back, cupping the back of his knees with your hands, pressing them up toward his chest. He thrashes his head around because you've restricted his squirming to fisting the sheets. Your thighs clap against the back of his, your pace is unpredictable as hell. You get so fucking deep inside of him when he's on his back like this. After so long his pussy starts talking back, wet and noisy because he's creaming nonstop.
Jin is lying on his side at a slight angle, his leg is thrown over your shoulder and the other rests on the sheets, you grip the upper and lower portion of his thigh respectively. Your knees dig into the mattress as you pound into him. His bony fingers are pale from how he holds onto the fitted sheets and pillow for dear life, his whole frame is bouncing. He's singing for you so loudly. His voice rises in pitch when you start fumbling with his clit, reaching a harsh rhythm. He croaks for you to stop when his thighs and hips begin to tremble violently, his squirt dribbling around the sides of your dick.
Joon loves to ride you in cowgirl because he can see all of you and touch as much of you as possible. Your face is buried between his tits when his head lolls back, his cream caking up around your base. You plant your hands on his ass, spreading his dumpy cheeks and plant your feet against the bed to fuck him harder. His pleas are chanting, but you know he doesn't want you to stop. He knows he shouldn't play around with getting pregnant, but his head is too far gone for him to remember if he took the pill this morning. All he knew then, is that he wouldn't mind having your kid.
Kookie doesn't mind any position you put him in. It shouldn't make him so wet when he thinks about how sore he is afterward. He mewls something beautiful when you yank his head back by a handful of his fluffy black curls and take him from behind. His hips bow toward the bed like he's a useless bitch in heat while you split him open. Other times, he's on his back, gripping the pillowcase under his head. your knees are spread wide, firmly planted. Your hands grip his hips and the barest cusp of his ass, lifting him to meet your hips like he's a dumb little blow up doll. He shivers and clenches around you each time you growl.
I’m excited to announce that the sub!Jungkook fic that I couldn’t find in the past has finally been found!! And it’s all thanks to the amazing @lovelybubbley! ♥ (it won’t let me tag you properly, sorry!!)
As I’d predicted, the original post has been deleted, but, fortunately, the author of the fic decided to repost it in March 2020.
I hope you’re still here anon so you can finally read it, lol. And everyone else as well, of course! This fic is one of the first sub!idol fics I’ve ever read, so it holds a special place in my dom heart <3 Not to mention the plot of it is hilarious lol
Not So Honest | sub!Jungkook x reader (warning: does include sub!reader at the end)
Genre: Smut
Words: 9 322
Summary: Jungkook has got a pretty BIG problem, and he desperately asks you for your help.
how do we feel about sub!BTS contents hmm? they've been sleeping in my drafts for more than a year now but the concept seems to be a minority here 💀
i’ve been meaning to post sub! writings first that’s why i tested with Blueberry for a bit though i was still holding back on that one cuz i switched it in the end. i’m not sure if you’ve noticed in my writings but i sprinkle a bit for switch ones and i just project the dom vibes on the boys 🤡
includes — sub!jungkook, dom!reader, overstimulation, etc.
a/n — lowkey feel like this is bad so i apologize :(
jungkook felt so good, he could barely form a sentence. he’s a mess in your arms as you push the vibrating plug farther into him and directly against his sweet spot.
“h-hah- oh my gosh-“ he groans, thighs trembling as he cums again, for the third time that night. it’s significantly less than the first or even second time, but you continue your movements.
he looks so heavenly in your arms — even as he’s a fucked out mess.
his hair is a tangled and sticking to his forehead, his mouth is beautifully parted and his eyes were closed while he trembled in your arms.
he doesn’t even warn you the second time as he cums, seeming dry, and all but screams at the feeling.
slowly, you dial down the vibrations slowly, and eventually pull out the plug. he sighs and slumps against you, and from there you gradually help him from cloud 9.
the reader has a lot of tattoos and jungkook likes to trace them until he traced one down to her thigh (teasing the reader) so they ~punish~ him
Tattoos - Jeon Jungkook
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
⤷pairing - jungkook x gender neutral reader
⤷genre - smut
⤷summary - jungkook loves playing with and tracing your tattoos (i’m ass at summaries, you all should know this by now)
⤷warnings - mafia au, sub!jungkook, dom!reader, jungkook is tiny in this, a bit of a size kink, grinding/dry humping, thigh riding but with a twist (?) idfk, uh idk what else to put lmao
⤷notes - none
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
it was very rare, but there were times where you had your lazy days with jungkook. days where you weren’t stressing about things going on within your mafia, when you weren’t ‘reminding’ people of a deadline. you cherished days like this because you didn’t have very many in your line of work.
so, there you were, an arm strewn around jungkook, hugging him tight, as you relaxed with him. you had many tattoos that you accumulated over the years, all of them has some meaning to them that always stuck with you — literally, now. jungkook loved tracing your tattoos, he said it calmed him when you asked, so you let him do it.
today was no different than any other day than he’d do it, though. his slender fingers were trailing up and down your thigh, tracing one of you bigger tattoos. he started from where the material of your shorts rode up and all the way down towards your mid thigh.
you simply watched him do it, it brought a smile to his face so it made you smile as well, happy to see him happy.
jungkook’s fingers went up again, but this time they pushed your shorts up a bit more, before coming back down. he did it a few more times so you could think that it was his pattern, and once he thought he tricked you, he pushed your shorts up again, fingers brushing over a sensitive area. “kookie.” you warned.
“hm?” he hummed innocently, the smile on his face gave away his true intentions, though. he continued playing with your tattoos, hands brushing against your sensitive area even more. you smiled to yourself and rolled your eyes at his obviousness, but still played along.
gathered both his wrists in your hands, and pulled them upward above his head and pushing him against the couch. “i know what you’re doing, kookie.” you mumble to him, as he looks up at you. “you’re such a tease.” you continue. he’s about to retaliate but his words flow into a whimper when you push your knee in between his legs.
he lets his head fall back against the cushions as more breathy whines come from his throat. “you gotta tell me what you want, baby.” you murmur to him, leaning down to kiss his neck. “i-i can’t cum like this, a-ah!” his words slur into a moan when he feels your lips suck on his sweet spot.
“you can baby, and you will. i don’t think you deserve to cum otherwise today.” you tell him as you continue to trail your lips down his collarbone. he just groaned, doing his best to grind up on your thigh to gain what little friction he could. he moans when you press your thigh onto him harder, closing his eyes.
you pull back, and watch his face contort into expressions of pleasure. he struggled to pull his wrists from your tight grasp, grinding his hips against your knee.
“you getting close kookie? gonna cum from my thigh only?” you tease, leaning close to whisper in his ear. he could barely get words out, they were all coming out airy and whimpery. “yes- ah, i- mm, -gonna c-cum,” he moans, and the rest of his words are mixes of choked whimpers.
his hips rut into your thigh faster, stuttering as he got closer and closer. “ohmygoshohmygosh- fuck, fuck, fuck-“ he breathes. his eyes open wide, seeing stars as he goes limp under your hold, then you could feel his cock twitch, and then you feel the warmth of his cum spreading over your thigh.
his breath was coming in too small quantities after that, chewing on his lip to keep quiet once you removed your knee and let go of his hands. “holy shit.” he sighs.
all of his movements are groggy and slow, but luckily you’re pulling him to your arms and carrying him back to your room. he groans at the uncomfortable feeling of cum in his pants as you set him down, though.
you decide on just stripping him, cleaning him up, and putting him in nice, comfy clothes instead. jungkook didn’t prefer talking after a scene or anything sexual, he preferred to just cuddle and be there with you while you’re playing with his hair or something, so that’s how it was. no words spoken between you two as he calmed down.
Summary: Reader and Jimin break up bc they're toxic for each other, and might get back together in the next chapter.
Warnings: Angst lmfao, there will be smut in part 2.
A/N: I channeled all of the angst and pain when writing this. It’s going to hopefully fulfill your craving for angst, smut or both. There really isn’t much plot other than Jimin and Reader are in a very real relationship, because not all relationships are going to be perfect and lovely. There will be hard times, sometimes after enough cycles, you make it or break it. (play long as i live by toni braxton on repeat while u listen to this)
Instead of leaving behind a note, sending a text, or sitting across from him at your dinner table, kitchen island, or face à face in the corners of the bedroom, you simply left. There was no fighting, throwing things, crying and screaming, at least for now. Instead of throwing him out into the streets, fighting to wrench the feeling from his heart unattained, you packed along your way.
Your old landlord nearly refused to give you the paperwork, you’d been so happy with him. Why would you come here? There wasn’t anyone else that could make you grin, laugh, dance, sing, as he does. No, did. You reconciled with your feelings, one day you could stomach the end of the circle, swindle your way out.
This departure? Escape? Exit. Wasn’t something you sat and schemed, mulled over, and slowly roasted. Rather, you’d run the oven for the last time and could no longer stand the smell. The bits of burnt food, dust, the insects in roost under its induction, glowing before crumbling into horrible little particles. Gathering together, billowing, foul. No matter how you threw things together over the counter, tile scraping and jabbing your knees.
Scrubbing tirelessly, needling pain, pulling and stretching. It always looked clean enough, so why did it continue to smell? Call after call, you scream, cry, lament, remember it’s not for naught.
Each time, less and less of you remained. Layers of you stripped away each time, until it felt stripped clean. Your pieces are swept over the threshold, carried away to places unknown in the fingertips of wind. You chose to fold up what little remained into a backpack and suitcase.
You hover around the stop, watching the second bus leave as quickly as it came. You wouldn’t board this one, it smelled. It smelled like that horrible oven.
You imagine your key to that home was comfortably nestled on the pillow you used to bury your face in, squashed against his. The steady hum in your ears was enough to drown the sound of the world as you board, whisked away to the ether.
The chime in your head bounces around your skull, swallowing up the ringing and chirping of your phone. Your sleep is empty, yet restful. The floors in this new dwelling were dusty, you didn’t mind the ache in your neck from using your backpack as a pillow. Nor was the floor forgiving to the body, you’d lost feeling quite a bit ago.
_
You wouldn’t dare say that you’d healed. You simply release a part of yourself and rehabilitate until living once more is feasible.
The club is an easy way for you to fill in that empty block of time on a Friday night. Your friends were unsure of how to approach this seemingly final split between you and Jimin. Some of them hoped that at some point in your cycle, fairy dust would rain from the sky and motivate you both into a magically healthy place and stability. Some of them had accepted and even adapted their perspective to the impression that you’d be washing, rinsing, and repeating forever into an evolved commitment. Either way, they all knew well enough to simply be who they’re supposed to be. Friends, not nurses or therapists.
There would be no resistance toward who you became after ‘freeing’ yourself. They neither pushed or denied you the pleasure of indulging in a stranger in any regard.
As tonight would show, they would stand beside you regardless of what happened.
Something in the night air filled you with the taste of life that you didn’t know that you missed. A capricious prickling grows over the back of your tongue, a spice unnamed. You paid for three rounds of something as smooth as water, two rounds out of some strangers pockets followed.
You settled on nursing a cranberry vodka and squeezed into the sea of bodies. Your lips pucker, spread, and close around the lyrics to a song you didn’t expect to recognize.
Someone saddles up to you from behind, throwing an arm around your stomach and resting their other hand on your side. They roll their hips from side to side, guiding yours in a way that strikes a match in you.
You lean back into them, allowing your eyes to fall shut. You didn’t care to ask for a stranger's name right now, so you chose to live in it.
“You’re hot,” he purred into your ear. “Can I touch you?”
You turn and nestle your head against his collarbone, nodding silently. You lift an arm above your head, loosely cradling his neck.
“I still like you that way,” you whisper the lyrics under the music. Rhythm and blues carries you into him further. His thumb brushes a sliver of your stomach, his palm glides over your bulge.
“If you can’t be with the one you love, it’s okay.” He murmurs the tune into your neck, squeezing you enough to make your thighs tingle.
“Look, I know it hasn’t been that long..” His lips graze the shell of your ear as he spoke. This you didn’t hear.
“Wanna go back to my place?” There was a bit more he said, but it was lost in the void.
You lean up, taking in as much of the stranger as you could from the corner of your eye. “Yeah,” you lift the straw to your lips and clear the rest of your drink.
He peels back from you, grabbing your free hand. You lose the empty cup on a nearby table, wondering how you got to the street so quickly. Your friends send you away with nods and waves, they’d check in with you later. You wondered if you would even call yourself drunk or tipsy, your mind was still sound from the inside.
The taxi ride is quiet, nearly uneasy. His fingers stroke the crook of yours as he leans against the window, watching the storefronts go by.
You remembered him, yet all you could truly see was a stranger.
Warnings: Morning sex, jin has a pussy, consumption of booze and drunkenness, graphic mentions of vomiting, appearance of ot7, dirty talk, jin is a little bossy, y/n has a big ass dick, use of noona/hyung in a non sexual way, a little bit of cum play, creampie, partially clothed sex.
A/N: Vacation sex with just a liiiiittle bit of plot lmfao. There’s no facefucking because i was worried that it was getting too long. Anyway, enjoy.
You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.
You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.
You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.
_
The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?
Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.
Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.
Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.
What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.
Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.
Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.
Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.
_
You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.
_
The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.
Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.
_
You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.
_
You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.
_
You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.
Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.
_
It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.
Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.
The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.
You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.
He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.
Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.
“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.
You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.
Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.
You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.
You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.
“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.
You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.
“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.
“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.
_
You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.
Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.
“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.
Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”
“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”
“You’re still drunk too, huh?”
“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”
His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.
You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.
“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”
It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.
You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.
His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.
You imagined him as your first cabernet.
You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.
You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.
The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.
You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.
The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.
You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.
Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.
Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.
Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.
He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.
You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.
From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.
He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.
Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.
Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.
He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.
He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.
Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.
It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.
The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.
He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.
His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.
You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.
“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.
You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.
He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.
“Did you hear me?”
He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.
“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.
He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.
You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.
“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”
His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.
He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.
“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”
He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.
Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”
He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.
_
“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.
He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.
His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.
He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?
You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.
You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.
You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.
“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.
He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.
You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.
Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.
The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.
You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.
You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.
A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.
He whines something at you, muffled.
“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.
He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.
“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.
“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.
He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.
If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.
You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.
You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.
“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.
He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.
Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.
You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.
Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.
You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.
You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.
You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.
You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.
“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”
“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”
“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”
He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”
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“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.
You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.
“Nah, come back! I didn’t know Seokjin-Hyung could hit those kinds of notes!” Namjoon calls after you, cackling.
