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afterhours - jungkook (coworker!Jungkook x reader x coworker!Bestie)

summary: jungkook’s just supposed to be your coworker, but after a few drinks at the bar turns into a night tangled between your thighs… and your best friend’s too.

pairing: coworker!jungkook × reader × best friend!oc

wc: ~3.9k

warnings: threesome (mff), oral (f and m receiving), double bj, face-sitting, tit play, tit sucking, cum eating , dirty talk, unprotected sex, size kink (Jungkook is big!!!), slight woman on woman, unprotected sex, multiple orgasm

It’s almost five PM on a Friday and you've been staring at the same spreadsheet for hours. Your head hurts, and the flickering fluorescent light above you isn’t making things any better.

“Ugh, I’m done. I’m so done,” Aera, your work bestie and certified partner-in-crime, groans as she shoves her rolling chair away from her desk. “We need a drink. Now.”

You’re already grabbing your bag before she finishes her sentence. “You read my mind. Let’s go before someone finds a reason to make us stay.”

You both stand up, ready to leave, when you see him. Jungkook.

The IT guy. Super quiet. Barely speaks, but when he does talk…You’ve heard it exactly three times, and you remember every word.

He’s leaning against the vending machine, black hoodie half-zipped, dark jeans hugging his thighs in ways that should be illegal for office wear. His head is bowed over his phone, completely ignoring the world.

You tilt your head just a little, letting yourself enjoy the view. Aera catches you staring and snorts. “You’ve been horny for that man since he came into the office.”

You roll your eyes but can’t argue. “He’s hot.”

You let that image linger in your head just a second too long, right as you start to walk past him. 

“Hey.” You stop and turn. “Your screen kept freezing earlier, right?” he asks.

“Yeah. It’s fine now though.”

He nods as his eyes trail down your body making your stomach do backflips. “Cool.” And he’s back to his phone.

You walk off with Aera. She elbows you as the elevator doors close behind you. “Bet you’re wet.”

“Shut up.”

You and Aera are two dirty martinis in, lounging at your high-top table when Aera suddenly slaps your thigh under the table. “Don’t look yet,” she whispers. “But guess who just walked in.” 

You obviously look. Jungkook, again. And alone. He walks up to the bar, orders something dark in a tall glass, whatever it is, it looks strong, and then heads to a table near the back. Alone again.

You and Aera share a look. “He came here alone?” she asks, leaning in.

“Looks like it.”

“I mean… that can’t be a coincidence, right?”

You shrug. “Maybe he just likes this bar.”

“We like this bar.”

The two of you go quiet for a second, watching him scroll through his phone until Aera licks her lips and nudges you. “Should we…?”

Your heart jumps a little, but the martinis give you just enough fizz to feel bold.“Fuck it. Let’s go.”

You both grab your drinks and weave through the crowd, stopping in front of his table.

“Hey,” you say, trying to sound calm. “Is this seat taken?”

Jungkook looks up slowly. He sees you, then Aera. Blinks once. “Nope,” he says. “Go ahead.”

You slide in across from him, and Aera slips in beside you. He raises his glass a little in your direction. “Didn’t expect to see you two here.”

You smirk, trying to match his cool. “Do you come here often?”

He takes another slow sip. “Sometimes. Tonight got more interesting, though.”

You take a sip of your martini, eyeing the drink in Jungkook’s hand. It’s amber-colored, full of ice.

“What’s that?” you ask.

He glances down. “Highball.”

Aera leans in a little. “What’s in it?”

“Whiskey and soda. Pretty simple.”

You raise a brow. “Is it good?”

He shrugs, then lifts the glass toward you. “Wanna try?”

You reach over, your fingers brush as you take the glass from him. Bringing it to your lips, you take a slow sip. It’s strong, fizzy, and a little sharp. Definitely different from your drink. You hand it back. “Not bad.”

“You looked like you liked it.” He says smirking.

The three of you are on your second round now when Aera’s phone buzzes. She glances at it, and her whole face lights up. “Oh my god,” she says. “You’re not gonna believe this.”

You raise a brow. “What?”

She turns her phone around to show you a text from Jihoon in accounting. You squint at it and then burst out laughing. “No fucking way.”

Jungkook leans in. “What happened?”

Aera grins. “You know that guy from finance, Beom-soo?”

You groan, already knowing where this is going. “Please. Don’t.”

“He got caught getting head from Soojin in the parking garage. Literally ten minutes after clocking out.”

Jungkook raises his brows. “Damn. Risky.”

Aera sips her drink. “He’s into risky shit. Y/N would know, she used to hook up with him.”

You shoot her a look. “You’re the worst. I’m not telling you anything else. Ever.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugs. “I heard he still talks about how good your head game was.”

You roll your eyes but don’t deny it. Jungkook’s quiet for a second, sipping his drink. “Yeah?”

You look at him and catch the tiny smirk on his lips.

“Yeah,” you say, resting your elbow on the table. “I’m pretty good with my mouth.”

Aera raises her glass. “She’s not lying.”

Jungkook looks at Aera, curious. She just shrugs with a sly smile and leans toward him. “I’m not bad either, by the way. Just putting that out there.”

Jungkook coughs lightly into his drink, and you swear his ears go a little red. “Noted,” he says. He looks at you now. “You two are always like this?”

Aera grins. “Only when the company’s cute.”

Jungkook swirls the ice in his glass and the corner of his mouth lifts into the smallest smirk.

“So. Good with your mouths, huh?” he says. “Forgive me if I’m a little doubtful.”

You blink. Aera chokes on her drink. You both stare at him. Your mouths curl into matching grins.

“Oh?” you ask, biting back a smile. “Is that a challenge?”

He lifts his brows and doesn’t say a word, just leans back in his seat. Aera leans in, licks a slow drop of liquor off her bottom lip. “Careful what you ask for, pretty boy.”

Jungkook chuckles under his breath. “I’m just... skeptical.”

You glance at Aera, then back at him. “My place is five minutes from here.” You let that hang in the air for a beat. “If you really wanna find out… we can show you.”

Aera laughs like she already knows how this ends. “He won’t last five minutes.”

You feel the pulse between your legs. Jungkook sets his glass down. He doesn’t smirk this time. “...Yeah. Okay.” He pauses. “Lead the way.”

You don’t even finish your drinks. The three of you are up and out of the bar before the check even hits the table. 

Inside your apartment, the door clicks shut behind you.

“Make yourselves at home,” you say, tossing your keys onto the counter. “Is beer okay?”

Aera grins. “Always.”

You crack open three bottles, then make your way back over. Jungkook’s standing there, looking around as if he doesn’t know where to put his eyes.

You nod toward the couch. “Come on. We don’t bite.”

“Unless you ask,” your friend teases, winking at him 

Sitting first, you sink into the cushions and take a long sip. Jungkook sits beside you. Aera drops down on his other side, and suddenly he’s caged in between you two. He sips his beer. Stares at… nothing, really, just straight ahead. You let the silence drag.

“Mmmm...not so talkative now I see,” Aera murmurs, shifting so her thigh brushes his.

You mimic her, crossing your legs slowly, letting your knee bump his. “What happened to all that confidence, huh?”

He shifts a little, stiff. His fingers tighten slightly on the bottle. “Just... didn’t think I’d actually end up here.”

Aera smirks. “Aww. Baby boy’s nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” he mutters, but he still won’t look at either of you.

You lean in, close enough that your breath hits his cheek. “Then why are you staring into space?” He blinks. Glances left. Then right. Finally meets your gaze, then Aera’s. His shoulders drop a little and you smile at him.

Aera tilts her head. “So… what should we do to prove we weren’t lying?”

“Yeah. How do we convince you we’re as good as we say we are?”

Jungkook breathes out through his nose trying to keep it cool. You set your beer down on the table before reaching for the first button on your shirt. Click. Jungkook’s eyes drop. You undo another button. Aera does the same. One by one, the buttons come undone not all the way, enough to show some skin and the top of your bras. Black lace for you, red for her. His eyes stay right there, bouncing between the two of you.

“We did say we were good,” Aera says, sliding a little closer. Her hand brushes his thigh.

You lean in, lips against his neck and leaving soft kisses just under his jaw. Aera mirrors you on the other side, her mouth grazing his skin. He exhales and his jaw is tight. Then he tilts his head and smirks.

“Yeah?” he says. “That’s cute.”

You pause for a second.

“The thing is,” he adds, sounding  cockier now “talk’s cheap.” He leans back on the couch as his legs spread just a bit. “Why don’t you show me, then?”

Immediately grab his jaw and kiss him. Hard. Jungkook makes a low sound against your mouth as if your bold move caught him off guard. But he kisses you back fast, his hand sliding up your thigh.

“I want it too,” Aera says, breathless.

You barely pull back before she’s leaning in, stealing his mouth for herself. While their kiss deepens, you move down, pressing kisses to his jaw, his neck.

Your hands work in sync until your hands meet at his lap. The way he tenses makes you smirk. He’s already hard beneath the denim, twitching under your palms as you rub slowly, teasing him through the fabric.

“Shit,” he exhales as his hips jerk.

“Sensitive?” Aera purrs.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, trying to play it cool. “Just not used to getting double trouble.”

You raise a brow. “Aww. Poor thing.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just slides his hands up to your shirts, pulling the fabric aside until your bras are fully visible.

“You really gonna keep teasing me with these?” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over the curve of your breast. Then he moves to Aera’s, repeating the motion.“Or are you gonna let me see what you’re hiding?"

Aera tilts her head, lips curled into a slow smirk. “Baby boy wants to see some tits?”

You hum, sliding your hand up his chest. “Well… since he did ask so nicely.”

You reach for your shirt, peeling it off slowly and Aera mirrors you. The bra straps slip off shoulders and the hooks come undone. And just like that, both shirts and bras hit the floor. Jungkook's gaze drags over every inch of skin but no sound comes out of his mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?” Aera teases.

You and Aera pull Jungkook in until his face is buried between your chests. His mouth closes around your nipple, and you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him there as you grind against his face.

“Fuck, needy much?” you murmur, amused.

He growls low, lips still wrapped around you. “Couldn’t help it,” he mumbles. “With tits like these in my face.”

You smirk. “Yeah? Try not to come in your jeans just yet.”

He moves to Aera next, licking a stripe up the center of her chest before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as she arches into him.

“Harder,” she mutters, hand in his hair now too. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

You laugh under your breath, sliding closer.  “She likes it rough,” you say, and then you lean in, pressing your mouth to Aera’s other breast, tongue swirling before you suck deep, the way you know she likes it.

Aera moans, Jungkook just watches for a second. “Holy fuck,” he mutters. “I think I get now why she knows your mouth’s that good.”

You and Aera both laugh at his comment, like you know something he doesn’t.

Aera grins, leaning in. “Baby, we’re full of secrets.”

You hook your fingers into the hem of his shirt. “Lucky you get to find out a few.”

He doesn’t stop you and just lifts his arms as you and Aera tug his shirt up and over his head.

“Damn,” Aera says while her eyes drag over his chest. “No wonder you keep it covered up at the office.”

Your eyes drop to the hard lines of muscle and the tattoo that runs down his right arm. It’s almost unfair, that sweet round face, those big doe eyes, and then a body like this hiding under his office clothes.

“Fuck,” you mutter, hand sliding across his abs.

You and Aera stand up at the same time. You hook your thumbs into your waistband and push your pants down. You’re both only in your panties now, standing in front of Jungkook who’s looking at you with a hungry look in his eyes .

Aera grins. “Like the view, baby boy?”

He nods. “Mmmmh.” 

You drop to your knees between his legs. Aera does the same on the other side.

You reach for his belt. “Let’s get this off.”

Aera pulls his zipper down and he smirks as you tug his pants down  His boxers are tight, barely holding his boner in. When you pull them off, his cock springs free, thick, hard. Big.

Aera laughs under her breath. “Damn.”

You and Aera stare for a second. You had a feeling he’d be big, but seeing it up close is something else entirely. Your friend wraps her hand around him first.

He lets out a low, ‘fuck’ when her fist slides up, then down. You lean closer, lips brushing his thigh. “Is this all for us?”

Jungkook nods in agreement as Aera pumps him slowly, thumb circling the head, smearing the precum that leaks.. “Bet you’d break someone if you weren’t careful,” she murmurs, eyeing him. “Shit… I don’t even know if all of this will fit in my mouth.”

You laugh under your breath, your hand joining hers at the base. “Good thing we like it rough.” 

You feel him twitch against both your hands. He's getting whiny, and his hips shift jerk against your hands.

Aera grins up at him. “Aw, look at you. Thought you could handle us?”

You press a kiss to his thigh, right next to where he’s throbbing. “We’ll show you just how much we don’t like being teased.”

Before he can answer, you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting him. He groans loudly and one hand fists in your hair. Aera laughs, watching you take more of him inch by inch. She slides her hand under him, cupping his balls. “Told you she was good, baby boy.”

He chokes out a laugh that turns into a moan. “N-no, shit!”

You hollow your cheeks, working him deeper, spit sliding down your chin. He’s cursing under his breath now. Aera leans closer. “Good boy. Let her have it. She loves it messy.” You pull back to catch your breath, then sink back down.

Aera nudges you gently, eyes locked on his cock. “I want to try him too,” she murmurs, licking her lips. You pull off with a wet pop, giving her a grin as you shift aside to watch her take him in next.

Your friend takes him deep right away, lips stretched tight around him, tongue dragging along the underside. You slip behind her on your knees as your hands slide up her bare chest to pinch her nipples. She moans around his cock.

Jungkook groans as his head tilts back. “Fuck, Aera.”

You bite her shoulder, laughing softly against her skin. “Look at you, baby boy. You gonna cum already? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Aera hums in agreement, sending a shiver through him that makes his hips jerk. You roll her nipples harder, tugging until she whimpers around him but doesn’t stop.

You lock eyes with Jungkook. “Fuck her mouth, Jungkook. She’ll love it. Won’t you, babe?”

Aera pulls back just enough to pant, spit smeared on her chin. She gasps out, “Mm, I want it so bad, give it to me, pretty boy. Fuck my mouth.”

Then she sinks down again and you press your palm to the back of her head, guiding her to take it all.

Jungkook’s breath stutters into a broken moan.

While Aera works him hard, you keep teasing her nipples, fingers pinching and pulling until she’s squirming on her knees. You glance up at Jungkook. “Mmm, so close already. Think you can last long enough to fuck us both?”

“Yes. I want to fuck you. Both of you.”

Aera pulls off him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She laughs, teasing him. “Oh, you want to? Lie back, pretty boy. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

He does exactly as she says, sinking into the couch. By now, your panties are halfway down your thighs. Aera tugs hers off too, tossing them aside with zero shame. This is not your first rodeo together.

You wrap your hand around his slick cock again, pumping him with a firm grip. You glance at Aera. “Who’s going first, hmm?”

Aera licks her lips, eyeing how your fist works him. “You’ve got him all ready. Go on, babe. Do the honors.”

Jungkook laughs weakly, eyes flicking from your hand to Aera’s bare thighs. “I’m good with my mouth too, you know. Come here.”

Aera arches a brow, amused, but she climbs onto the couch anyway, straddling his face. “You better be.”

You crawl over his hips, guiding the thick head of his cock to your entrance. He groans into Aera’s cunt as you sink down slowly letting his dick stretch you.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you pant as your nails dig into his chest. You ride him as your hips snap down hard and fast, skin slapping skin, each bounce making your tits jiggle .

Below you, Jungkook’s hands squeeze Aera’s ass cheeks hard, pulling her closer as his tongue goes deep into her wet cunt. She grips his hair with both hands, grinding down on his tongue like she’s lost her mind. 

“Oh my God, don’t stop! Just like that, ah, fuck!” Aera’s voice breaks into a filthy whimper, her thighs trembling around his head.

You throw your head back, gasping, riding him harder. “Shit, Jungkook, you’re so deep, fuck, I think you’re gonna break me.”

Aera leans forward, reaching between you to pinch your bouncing tits. “God. So pretty. All stuffed…” She tweaks one nipple and you cry out, clenching tighter around him.

Beneath you both, Jungkook groans into Aera’s pussy. Aera chokes on a moan, her hand slipping off your nipple.

“Oh. Fuck, yeah, I’m cumming!”  she gasps. Her thighs clamp around his head, whole body shaking as he eats her through it.

You keep moving, grinding down while she shakes. Her hand falls, and she leans forward, resting her forehead between your tits, holding onto you as she calms down from her high. You run your fingers through her hair, laughing softly between your moans. 

Aera pulls back, wiping sweat from her brow. “Fuck… he’s good.”

You smirk down at Jungkook, who’s staring up at you with spit-slick lips and hungry eyes. “My turn with that mouth.”

He barely gets a word out before you lift off his cock, your thighs shaking from how hard you’d been bouncing on his dick. Aera giggles and helps guide you up, switching positions. Aera wraps her hand around his cock, stroking him while you climb up his chest.

You settle yourself over his mouth. “Come on. Make me scream too.”

When his tongue slides up between your folds, you gasp and grind down harder. Meanwhile, Aera takes hold of Jungkook’s cock, still slick from your ride, and slides down on him in one smooth move. Her mouth falls open.

“Mmmh baby boy… fuck, you’re stretching me so good. You're so big.”

You moan above him, grinding your pussy against his tongue. “Told you. His dick feels amazing, right?”

Aera laughs breathlessly, already starting to bounce on him, tits bouncing wildly with every slap of her ass against his thighs. “So fucking good!”

Below her, Jungkook flicks your clit so perfectly it makes your thighs quiver around his head.

“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m close, oh my God!” you gasp, rolling your hips down harder on his mouth.

He answers with a low growl, then surprises you by landing a sharp slap right on your ass, making you squeal. He does it again, tongue never stopping, sucking your clit until you see stars.

Aera throws her head back, riding him harder. “God, pretty boy, your dick’s so fucking big… I think I’m gonna break in two. Fuck, fuck.”

Leaning forward as sweat drips down her chest, she reaches up to tug hard at your nipples while you ride his face.

“Come on, babe,” she pants at you. “Let him taste it, cum all over his tongue.”

You choke on a scream, grinding desperately on his mouth, while Aera fucks herself raw on his cock and keeps tugging at your nipples. Coming down from your high, you lean up a little, giving Jungkook a moment to catch his breath.

“Damn, baby boy,” you tease. “You did such a good job.”

Aera chuckles as she keeps riding him, slowly now. You both drop down to your knees in front of him.

You both lean in close, hungry mouths moving together. Your lips and tongues worship every inch of him, sliding over his head, swirling around the tip, tracing the veins on his thick shaft. Your hands grab his hips and thighs hard, while Aera’s hands slip lower, squeezing his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Jungkook groans deep in his throat and his fingers dig into the couch cushions as his head tips back.

“Yeah, like that,” he groans with neediness in his voice. “Damn, you two… I bet this isn’t the first time you do this together.”

Aera glances up at you, smirking before she answers, “Oh, you have no idea.”

You keep your lips busy, swirling your tongue deep, pulling him in harder, while Aera alternates between slow deep sucks and quick teasing flicks at the tip.

The two of you take turns, pushing him further with every breath, every wet, hungry movement. You both deep throat him with practiced ease, muffled moans blending with Jungkook’s gasps.

Feeling him tighten,  you switch tactics. Sliding your tongue along the sensitive sides of his shaft, licking long, slow strokes.

His hands grab your hair and Aera’s, pulling you both closer as he climaxes.

Hot, thick spurts paint your tongue and cheeks, and Aera leans in, mouth open to catch the rest. You both keep licking and sucking him through it, greedy for every drop while his moans echo around the room.

When he’s finally spent, shuddering, you pull back just enough to meet Aera’s eyes, both of you dripping, giggling as you lick your lips clean.

Laughter bubbles up between you and Jungkook is still trying to catch his breath as he says. “Mmmh… I’ll never doubt you two again.”

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shipwreck - namjoon (pornStar!Namjoon)

summary : filming a steamy beach scene with your co-partner Namjoon is always a good idea

pairing: pornStar!Namjoon x pornStar!Reader

wc: ~2.3k

warnings: oral (f and m receiving), fingering, nipple play, edging, creampie, dirty talk, doggy style, they have fluffers on them while they get ready, use of a toy!! jungkook makes a teeeny tiiiny appearance, public sex, duh! slight woman on woman ?

This wasn’t your first shoot, and it wasn’t even your first time working with Namjoon. You loved shooting with him. There was an effortless chemistry between you two that made every scene better. As two A-list performers in your industry, you knew this job would pay well, and the director was clearly invested, working on a fresh project for a premium site.

The briefing had been clear: the scene was set on a beach during golden hour, and the director wanted you both looking ready and messy before the cameras even started rolling. So here you were: seated in the prep chairs, with your robe hanging open, with a guy already between your legs.

His mouth locked on your pussy, his tongue sloppy and his chin shiny with your juices. Two fingers stretch you open while he groans into your cunt.

Next to you, Namjoon’s sitting back in his chair. A girl’s on her knees for him with her hands wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking slowly while she sucks the head.

“Damn,” Namjoon mutters with his jaw tight. “She’s drooling all over my cock.”

You glance over. You watch her suck him in again with deep and slow moves. Damn, that girl is good. You moan when the guy between your legs starts circling your clit harder.

Your thighs shake and your hips roll against his mouth, but you fight the urgency to come. “Joon” you breathe out, hips twitching as the guy’s tongue drags flat over your clit, “are you going to that rooftop party Saturday?”

Namjoon blinks, letting out a curse when the girl deepthroats him again. “Which one?”

“Fuck– shit, right there,” you gasp. Your fingers tangle in the guy’s hair. You glance down, breathless, looking at those brown, big eyes. “Wait… what’s your name?”

He leans back just a little and answers as his fingers are still stroking deep inside you. “Jungkook,” he says as he gives you a smile.

You moan again, louder this time. “Right there, Jungkook– fuck.” You grab his hair tighter, riding his mouth, then turn your head back towards Namjoon. “Um… Mina’s? With the infinity pool?”

He grunts. “I think so.” Then, to the girl between his legs, he murmurs, “A bit deeper, love… there you go.” She takes him deeper, and he sighs before glancing back at you. “I’m pretty sure my agent RSVP’d.”

“Oh – God,” you mutter, then yelp when the guy adds a third finger, curling them deep inside you.

He looks down at the girl between his legs. “Shit, love… your throat’s fucking dangerous.”

“Don’t come yet,” the girl teases, pulling off to stroke him slowly. “You know how mad they’ll get if you show up soft.”

Namjoon chuckles. “You better slow down then.”

You lean forward as your makeup artist applies gloss to your lips while the guy keeps eating you out. “Can someone get on my tits?” you say casually, blinking up at the sun. “I want them to be perky and sensitive.”

Another girl walks up, bends down, and starts sucking your left nipple, hands cupping both tits. You sigh and relax back into the chair.

“God, I love this job.”

The guy - Jungkook, was his name? - between your legs stands and disappears behind the equipment for a moment. He comes back holding a dildo. 

“The director wants to speed things up,” he says as he kneels again between your thighs. “So we’re using this to get you ready before Namjoon goes in.”

He pops the toy into his mouth, coating it with his spit. You watch the way his lips wrap around it. Fuck, that 's hot.

Lining it up at your entrance, he checks with you. “I’ll go slow. Just say the word if you need to stop.”

You smirk lazily and your hips tilt forward in invitation. “I’ve had them bigger,” you say. Smirking, you tilt your hips forward, in invitation “I’ll be fine.”

Jungkook laughs softly under his breath. “Lucky girl.”

He presses the tip inside you – just the first inch. You feel your body instinctively tighten around it. 

“Everything’s ok?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone.

“Yeah,” you breathe as your head tilts back slightly. “More.”

He pushes in a little more, inch by inch, watching intently as your pussy stretches and adjusts around the toy. His hand stays firm on your thigh. “Damn, Y/N” he murmurs. “You take this so well.”

“Told you,” you whisper with a soft smile. “Its not my first rodeo.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Namjoon smirking as the girl moans around his cock, spit dripping messily down her fist. His eyes are locked on your body, watching how the toy disappears inside you, his cock visibly twitching at the sight.

When the toy is finally buried to the hilt, Jungkook pauses and watches your body clamp down on the base.

You let out a breath, eyes half-lidded. “Mm… yeah,” you murmur, voice low. “It’s good – but nothing like a real dick.”

He leans down slightly, his breath is warm against your thigh. “You’ll be getting the real thing again in a few minutes.” 

You barely have time to respond before he dives back in, and his mouth seals around your clit while his fingers start to work the toy in and out of you slowly.

Namjoon leans back, chuckling low as the girl sucks him harder. Spit drips down her chin as his hand grabs her hair, pulling her closer. “Holy fuck. Okay, stop. Stop or I’ll cum.”

“You two!” the director calls out from across the sand, his voice sharp over the sound of waves. He’s standing with a hand on his headset, the other waving a clipboard. A production assistant scrambles beside him, adjusting a reflector. “Positions, now.”

Namjoon stands as the girl wipes the spit from her chin and gives him a cheeky wink. He smirks and reaches into the pocket of his robe, pulling out a sleek black card and handing it to her.

“Call me whenever,” he says, slipping the card into her hand with a lazy smirk.

She grins, biting her lip. “Oh, I will.”

Jungkook kisses your thigh before pulling back and sliding the dildo out. The girl at your chest gives your nipple one last suck. You smile at her, and she winks before disappearing.

“Let’s go!” the director calls. “Golden hour won’t wait.”

You and Namjoon walk barefoot across the hot sand toward the set. It’s made to look like a washed-up wreck: broken wood, a shredded sail, bits of rope, and fake seaweed scattered around like props from a low-budget disaster film. The ocean sparkles behind it, timed perfectly with the golden hue of the setting sun.

“Alright, everyone, places!” The assistant director yells.

You glance at Namjoon, smirking, and he nods in response.

“Silence on set!” the director calls. “And… action!”

Namjoon grabs a fake oar, dragging it behind him like he's just washed up on shore. You fall onto the sand dramatically, pretending to cough.

Namjoon stumbles towards you like he’s been searching for you. You crawl toward him, panting.  “Oh my god. I thought you were dead,” you say, breathing hard. You grab his face with both hands, fingers digging into his jaw.

“I couldn’t die without fucking you one last time,” Namjoon says, getting close.

You crash into each other, mouths colliding with messy, open-mouthed kisses. Your hands dig into his hair, his slide down your back and grab your ass hard.

Your legs wrap around his waist, and he flips you onto your back in the sand, kissing down your neck, mouthing at your tits. The fake urgency is addictive – Namjoon knows just how you like it. You’ve shot enough scenes together for him to read your body like a script.

“I need you now,” you moan into his ear, and he growls, sitting back on his knees.

The director’s voice cuts through the moaning. “Y/N, all fours. Let’s get raw with it.”

You flip over and arch your back, hair falling in your face as Namjoon moves behind you. He slaps his cock against your ass a few times, the wet, loud smacks echoing in the warm air. Then he rubs the tip slowly up and down your slit, teasing and slick.

You whine, desperate. “Put it inside me, Namjoon. Please.”

He growls, gripping your hips tight, then drags the tip through your soaked folds before slamming into you hard.

“Fuck!” you cry out as your head drops.

His hips snap into you relentlessly, rhythm savage and sharp, like the world is ending around you and this is your last shot at pleasure. Sand kicks up with every thrust. He grunts above you, fingers digging into your hips.

You’re moaning freely now, each thrust rocking you forward. You glance over your shoulder. “Harder. Don’t stop, Joon, fuck– Harder!”

He grabs your hair, and pounds into you faster. You’re loud now, not faking a damn thing – moaning, gasping, ass bouncing with each thrust, hands gripping the sand. You feel him throb inside you, getting close.

The sun slips behind a cloud, and the golden light softens.

“Cut!” the director yells out of the blue. “Light dropped. We’re taking 5 minutes!”

Namjoon stops mid-thrust, chest heaving, cock twitching inside you. You groan, frustrated.

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, pulling out slowly. “I was right there.”

You chuckle darkly. “Join the club.”

Namjoon huffs as he sinks down to sit in the sand, legs stretched out, cock still half-hard but drooping slightly in the cooler breeze.

“Damn it,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “We were so close.”

You roll onto your back beside him with your legs still slightly spread. You can feel the slick between your thighs against the salty air. “Yeah,” you exhale, breathy. “I was about to black out.”

A shadow casts over you both.

“Need help with that?” the girl from before says sweetly.

You both glance up. She’s standing there with her lip gloss slightly smudged, eyeing Namjoon’s softening cock.

He smirks. “Be my guest, pretty girl.”

She drops to her knees and wraps her hand around his shaft, her tongue already flicking over the head. He grunts and his legs tense.

You turn your head lazily, watching as she bobs down slowly, taking him in. Your fingers drift down, stroking between your own thighs, just soft circles on your clit to keep the heat simmering under your skin.

She pulls back with a pop, stroking him with one hand, looking proud as he thickens back up. “There we go,” she hums, then glances at you. “May I help you too?”

Before you can answer, her other hand slides between your legs.

“Oh, shit,” you breathe, spreading your thighs a little more to give her room. Her fingers move quickly, finding your clit right away and rubbing it in small, practiced circles.

You moan softly, hips shifting toward her touch. “I get why you gave her your number, Joon” you murmur, one hand drifting to your own tit, pinching your nipple.

Namjoon watches with half-closed eyes as the girl’s hand makes his cock swell fully again. You moan again, louder this time.

“Back in position! Everyone look alive!”  The director calls.

The girl slips away, wiping her lips, and Namjoon gives his cock a few strokes, hard again. You drop to all fours, sand sticking to your thighs. He kneels behind you.

“Camera rolling. Take 2. And… action!”

Namjoon lines up and pushes into you in one smooth, deep thrust, making you gasp.

Namjoon groans, hips snapping forward again.He starts moving fast. Sand shifts beneath you as he drives into you, each thrust rocking you forward.

“I thought we were dead out there,” he mutters. “The only thing I could think about was getting back inside you.”

“You’ve got me now,” you moan.

He grips your hips tighter, thrusts faster. “I need to fill your pussy. Now. Before it’s too late.”

You whine, pushing back against him. “Do it. Fill me up.” 

He leans over, one hand slipping around to rub your clit. “You want it?”

You nod fast. “Yes, yes! Fuck– I’m close.”

“Cum for me,” he pants, still fucking you hard.

You gasp loud, body tensing, then shake as your orgasm takes over. “Oh. Fuck, fuck!”

Your pussy clenches hard around him, and he groans deep. “I'm cumming!”

He holds deep, cock twitching as he spills into you, breathing hard. After a few seconds, he pulls out slowly, letting the camera catch the thick drip of cum sliding out of you.

Then, with a low groan, he pushes it back in. Your thighs twitch as more of his cum slips out, sticky and warm against your skin.

“That’s it. Great energy. Stay like that for a sec, the camera’s still rolling.”

Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh, resting his hands on his thighs as he catches his breath. 

You drop your head, your body still slightly shaking from all the pleasure. “I– I need a second.”

A crew member jogs over, holding a towel and two robes. She crouches beside you, gently dabbing between your legs, careful not to interrupt the shot too early.

Namjoon accepts his robe with a nod and a small smirk.

The director’s voice cuts through the moment. “Alright, everyone– one hour break and then we’ll go for scene two!”

[jiminsafairy]

Hi, I’m that anon that requested about the interrupted sex with Jungkook and OC. I don’t really any ideas about it. I don’t mind you coming up with whatever you coming with it. I know you would do justice with it just like the thrills of it couple.

Hiiii anon!

I was planning on going with an entirely new jungkook x reader couple for this one!

Maybe a mountain getaway with their friends, they're fwb and someone enters their room while they're fucking and they couldn't care less about the interruption...

ORRRRRRRR jungkook and reader are fucking at jungkook's shared aparment (maybe on the couch... or the kitchen counter!) and his roomate comes in (not like the first time he sees that), and they just talk to him like it's nothing

SO MANY IDEAS SO LITTLE TIME!

[jiminsafairy]

Do you plan on giving the thrill of the show couple a comeback? Maybe something naughtier??? 👀👀👀👀

Hii there!

Do you plan on giving the thrill of the show couple a comeback?

I was plannig to, and I already had a part 2 drafted, but I wasn't feeling it - but I might revisit the doc!

Maybe something naughtier??? 👀👀👀👀

OH ANON. Naughtier is always gooooooooood !!!! Did you had anything in mind, like public stuff, another member joining them..? If you do, I'd love to hear it!

[jiminsafairy]

morning report – yoongi (ft hoseok) (a riding with style sequel)

summary : a morning blowjob turns into a staff meeting – Hoseok’s mouth included.

pairing: mafiaHusband!Yoongi x wife!Reader x guard!Hoseok

wc: ~2.9k

warnings: oral(m!recieving), somnophilia (consensual!!!!!!!!!), voyeurism, exhibitionism, tit sucking, tit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, self-masturbation, implied future threesome, power dynamics (boss/employee), spanking, creampie

a/n: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT SHORT DRABBLE but here we are ˙ᵕ˙. as always, English is not my first language! so excuse any mistakes

a/n 2: part 3?

The first thing Yoongi feels is the warm wet heat of your mouth, the slow pull of your lips around him, the way your hand works the thick base that your throat can’t take yet. His head sinks deeper into the pillow as a low groan slips out.

“Mm… princess.” He lets out a soft sound. “Good morning.”

You hum around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. You pull back just enough to free him from your mouth, peeking up from under the blanket with that soft, wicked smile that makes his chest tighten.

“Good morning,” you echo, brushing your thumb over his tip and smearing the drop of precum. “Thought I’d help you start the day right.”

Yoongi’s eyes open more now, taking you in – both of you naked under the mess of blankets. You’d fallen asleep like this, tangled up after a rough night of fucking. 

Mornings like this were normal for you two, and you loved it – waking to his mouth between your legs, his cock already pushing inside you, or your lips wrapped around him while he was still half-asleep. Sometimes he had your tits in his mouth before you were even fully awake.

His fingers slide into your hair through the blanket. He pushes it off you both, wanting to see you. Your hand pumps the base while your tongue drags along the underside. 

A knock at the door. “Yeah?” he calls out.

Hoseok’s voice comes through the door. “Boss. Sorry to interrupt. We’ve got a situation. It’s urgent.”

You pause for a moment, but your lips are still around him. You tilt your eyes up at him, not embarrassed, just worried about whether he needs to stop and deal with it. “Should I stop?” you murmur, lips brushing his tip.

Yoongi meets your eyes. He brushes his thumb over your cheek. “No, princess. Keep going. Unless you want to stop.”

You don’t. You sink back down, taking him deeper.

“Come in,” Yoongi says.

Hoseok walks in and closes the door behind him, not even blinking at what he sees.  “Good morning, boss. Miss.”

You lift your head slightly, Yoongi’s cock glistening in your grip as you flash Hoseok a friendly smile.  “Morning, Hoseok.”

You’re right back to it – your mouth wrapping around Yoongi’s tip and your tongue flicking over the slit before taking him deeper again.

Your husband groans softly. “Go on.”

“There was a breach at the south gate. Two armed men. They fled in a black Hyundai Genesis. We sent two guards after the car.”

You pull off Yoongi’s cock again, stroking him slowly, your thumb swiping over the leaking head.  “Did anyone get hurt?” you ask, brows furrowed with genuine concern – though your hand never stops pumping him.

“No, miss.”

“Good,” Yoongi mutters, his grip tightening slightly in your hair as you take him into your mouth again. He looks at Hoseok. “Double the men on that side. I want eyes everywhere.”

“Yes, boss.” Hoseok murmurs, pressing a finger to the earpiece at his collar to relay the order.

Yoongi’s hand moves down, brushing your hair from your face. “Such a good girl. Always so sweet with that mouth.” You hum around him, the sound making his stomach tense.

“Do you want me to give you some privacy?” Hoseok asks calmly. He already knows the answer, but he asks anyway.

Your husband smirks, brushing your hair back from your face as you take him deep again. “No need. Keep talking.”

You hum around him, the sound making his cock throb on your tongue. Your hand pumps him at the base, slick with spit and precum, your other hand braced on his thigh.

Hoseok nods, and he stays near the bed.  “The way they moved… looked like they knew the grounds. We’ve doubled patrols for now, but I want to pull two more from the east post.”

Pleasure and focus tangle together as Yoongi threads his fingers through your hair. He tilts his hips slightly, pushing into your mouth a bit deeper.

“Just a little more, princess. There you go,” he murmurs, and shifts to Hoseok. “Do it. And get the cameras set up.

“Yes, boss.”

Yoongi groans, hips giving a shallow thrust as he looks at Hoseok. “Anything else?”

Hoseok keeps his voice calm. “That’s the main update for now.”

“Stay here and keep me updated.”

You’re still working Yoongi over with your mouth, eyes watering from how deep you're taking him.

Next to you, Hoseok lifts a hand to his earpiece, listening closely. “Boss,” he says, “the  intruders ditched the car and went on foot.”

“Great,” he mutters to Hoseok. Then he looks down at you.  “Come here. I want to be inside you.”

He pulls you off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit still clinging to your lips. Before you can speak, he’s already moving you – strong hands on your waist, flipping you over.

You go willingly, palms braced on the headboard, back arched, presenting yourself to him. Yoongi drags the head of his cock through your folds, slick dripping down your thighs. He teases your entrance for a second, then pushes in hard – all the way, filling you in one deep stroke.

You gasp at the stretch. “So fucking tight.” he growls, already fucking into you.

Behind you, Hoseok doesn’t react, staying focused on the updates coming from his earpiece. “They’ve stopped,” he says. “Looks like they’re trying to hide, but we’ve got them cornered.”

Yoongi groans, fucking you harder. Your body rocks forward with every thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his pace.

“Keep your eyes on them,” Yoongi says as you tighten around him. “I want those bastards caught.”

“Roger that,” Hoseok says as he repeats the order into his mic.

You whimper beneath Yoongi as he slams into you again and again, his grip hard on your hips.  He leans in, chest pressing to your back, breath hot against your ear. “Such a good girl, princess. Taking my cock like a champ while I run everything.”

Your knees start to shake, but he doesn’t let you fall. One arm wraps tight around your waist, holding you steady as his hips pound into you as Hoseok keeps giving clear updates through his earpiece.

Hoseok stands nearby, completely calm. He’s seen this before – all the guards have. What used to shock them doesn’t even make them blink now.

Between your gasps, you manage to speak. “Hoseok… touch me.”

He doesn’t flinch, tilting his head a little. “How do you want it, miss?”

“On my tits,” you pant. “Like you always do – but rougher.”

The first time had been an accident. Yoongi had you bent in half on the arm of his office couch, legs thrown over his shoulders, your back arched so deep that your head nearly touched the floor. He couldn’t reach your chest – not with how deep he was inside you. 

You were moaning, squirming against the sheets. “Baby, please – I need you on my nipples.”

At that moment, the door creaked open. Hoseok stepped in, stopping short when he took in the scene. His mouth parted, unsure whether to leave or speak.

“Come help my wife.”

Hoseok blinked, eyes flicking between the two of you as he approached. “What should I do?” he asked softly as his gaze settled on you.

“Pinch my nipples. Hard. I want it to hurt.”

And he did. He slid closer, cupping your tits with steady hands, thumbs brushing over your nipples before he pinched them. 

And now? It’s not every day, but it happens often enough that no one calls it strange anymore.

Yoongi reads you instantly. He pulls your arms back, locking your wrists in one big hand behind your back, pushing your chest out – offering you up to Hoseok. His chest presses to your back, voice low and dark.

“She’s ready for it,” Yoongi growls into your ear. “Don’t be gentle.”

Hoseok steps closer, hands on you right away. He grabs your tits hard, rougher than usual, as you requested, fingers digging in until your soft flesh bulges between them. His thumbs press down, rolling your nipples tight,dragging a sharp moan from your throat.

“Like this, miss?” he asks.

You nod fast, closing your eyes with pleasure. “Tighter. Roll them. You know how.”

Yoongi groans behind you, fucking you harder. “That’s it… you like that, baby?” he pants, voice rough against your ear. “His hands on your tits while I’m deep in this pussy – tell me how it feels.”

You gasp, head tipping back against his shoulder. “So good,” you moan, breathless. “It’s too much – but I love it.”

Yoongi chuckles. Hoseok’s grip tightens as his thumbs circle around your nipples. Your body shakes between them, caught in that sweet pull – stretched out and used just how you like it.

A shiver runs through you. “Use your mouth.” 

Hoseok freezes for a second, eyes darting to Yoongi. He’s used to his hands. You’ve never asked for more. Your husband meets his eyes, then smirks and gives him one slow nod. “Go ahead.”

Hoseok leans in slowly and you feel his warm breath as his lips brush your nipple. “Tell me if this feels good.”

He sucks. Soft at first, then deeper – pulling more of your nipple into his mouth. You cry out, pushing your tits further into him as Yoongi holds your wrists tight behind you. You push back onto his cock.

“Harder… just a little,” you whimper with a trembling voice.

Hoseok’s mouth works rougher. His other hand squeezes your breast hard, pinching your nipple until you moan loud. He tries to take more of you in – opening wider, like he’s trying to fit your whole tit in his mouth – but it’s too much. He groans around you with his lips stretched, struggling to take more.

Yoongi shudders behind you, with his eyes locked on the way your breast spills from Hoseok’s mouth, feeling your pussy clench tight. His voice drops as he looks at Hoseok. “Slap her tits. She loves that shit when she’s close.”

Hoseok obeys right away. His palm lands against your breast with a sharp smack, the sting making you cry out. He keeps sucking hard, hand squeezing, slapping again until you’re gasping.

Yoongi feels it – the way your pussy clamps around him, your legs trembling, every moan dragging him closer.

“Come on, princess,” he pants in your ear. “Cum for me. Show him who you fucking belong to.”

It hits you fast – a wild, hot wave that rips through your whole body. Your legs shake like crazy, your scream tearing from your throat as your pussy grips him tight, pulsing over and over.

“Yoongi!” you sob as your voice cracks from how hard your orgasms hits you. He leans forward, pressing his lips right at your ear.

“That’s it,” he growls. “That’s my good fucking girl. Mine.”

He stays buried deep inside you. Your body’s still trembling from the orgasm he just gave you.

From the corner of his eye, Yoongi glances at Hoseok and smirks. The thick bulge in Hoseok’s pants is impossible to ignore now, straining tight against the zipper.

“You can take care of that,” Yoongi says casually. “Go ahead.”

Hoseok swallows but keeps his expression calm. “I’m fine, boss.”

Yoongi lets out a low laugh. “Always so polite.” He drives in deeper, harder, pulling a gasping moan from your mouth.

You lift your head to meet Hoseok’s eyes. Your voice comes out soft, inviting, almost teasing . “You can leave… or do it here. We don’t mind.”

You glance at Yoongi, who gives a lazy nod without slowing down.

Hoseok’s eyes drop to where Yoongi’s cock disappears between your legs. He hesitates for half a second. You always offered to let him get off too when he helped you, when he got this hard watching. Usually, he'd said no. But not tonight. “Here is fine, miss.”

He unzips slowly, pulling his cock free. Wrapping a hand around the base, he strokes himself in long, smooth pulls. His gaze keeps drifting to your tits, bouncing with every rough thrust Yoongi pounds into you.

Yoongi groans behind you, “don’t be shy. Look at her – she’s a fucking masterpiece. Dirty little mouth… pussy so goddamn tight it feels tailor-made for my dick.”

He slams into you harder, watching how your tits bounce with the force. “Big, bouncy tits,” he mutters. Then he glances at Hoseok with a dark smirk. “You were trying to fit them in your mouth, weren’t you?”

Hoseok’s voice cracks just slightly as he strokes himself faster. “I tried… but I couldn’t. They’re too big.”

Your head tips back, catching Hoseok’s stare. A teasing smile curls on your lips. “You did so good with your mouth on my tits…” you murmur. “Next time, I might let you use it somewhere else.”

Hoseok lets out a low breath, eyes locked on yours as his hand works faster. “I’d be more than happy to, miss.”

Yoongi laughs low, tightens his grip on your hips, and starts slamming into you faster. Hoseok’s breath stutters, hand moving faster on his cock now. He tries to stay quiet, but soft groans slip out as he watches you fall apart on Yoongi’s cock again.

It doesn’t take long. Hoseok’s jaw clenches, his hips jerk, and his hand speeds up. His deep, raw groan fills the room as he cums, thick white ropes painting your thigh and the sheets beneath you.

He breathes heavy as he wipes a hand over his stomach. “Apologies for the mess,” he mutters.

Yoongi just laughs, lands a hard slap on your ass. The smack echoes in the room, making you jolt with a choked moan. “No problem.”

Hoseok pulls a cloth and wipes himself clean, tucks his cock away, zips up.

Behind you, Yoongi’s pace shifts. Harder. Deeper. Every thrust knocks the breath out of you.

You can feel it – the way his hips stutter, his breathing, how his cock twitches inside you. He’s close. You squeeze tight around him, and that’s all it takes.

“Fuck–” Yoongi snarls, hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself all the way inside.

His cock jerks as he cums deep, filling you up with hot, thick spurts. It leaks out around him, running down your thighs.

Off to the side, Hoseok lifts his hand to his earpiece. “The problem’s handled. Intruders are in custody. They’re bringing them in now for interrogation.”

Yoongi doesn’t lift his head – he stays buried inside you, panting with his forehead resting on your shoulder. You’re both sticky, slick, still trembling.

“Good,” he mutters in a low tone.

Hoseok nods once, then walks to the door, one hand already on the knob. “I’ll wait for you outside the interrogation room.” The door clicks shut behind him.

One hand slides up, cups your tit. He pinches your nipple, making you whimper. He groans against your neck. “He’s always so fucking reliable. Handles the mess. Handles you. Maybe one day…” He licks your skin as lips brush your ear. “I’ll let him feel how tight this pussy is too.”

You let out a shaky, breathless laugh. “You’d let him?”

Yoongi hums as his mouth brushes kisses over your shoulder. “Maybe. Only if you want it.” His voice drops. “But right now? This pussy’s mine.”

As he says it, his thumb slides down – pressing onto your clit. You moan,overstimulated, still full of him. “We should clean up…” you whimper.

“We should,” he says, breath tight. “But not before I get on my knees and lick every drop of my cum out of this pussy until you can’t stand straight.”

Your pussy clenches hard, aching again.

He finally pulls out. His cock drags along your slick, sensitive walls before slipping out. His cum drips out thick between your thighs – but his fingers scoop it up, pushing some of it back in deep.

“Can’t waste it,” he mutters, then licks his fingers clean.

Yoongi lifts your chin, kissing you. “Come on, princess,” he says. “Let me clean you up – my way.”

taglist : @bammbi-jeon127

[jiminsafairy]

room service  – jungkook, jimin (boyfriend!Jungkook x reader x hotelStaff!Jimin)

summary: jungkook’s eating you out while you wait for your food – when Jimin arrives with the meal. your boyfriend invites him to join the fun

pairing: boyfriend!Jungkook x reader x hotelStaff!Jimin

wc: ~3.6k

warnings:  threesome, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, squirting, they take turns with her, exhibitionism, cuckold, i've never order room service so if anything's off sowwwwy

The bathroom mirror’s fogged over, steam still clinging to your skin as you tie your robe loosely around your waist.

Jungkook’s still in the shower when you step out into the room and grab your phone off the nightstand.

“Should we order room service before we head out?” you call out, loud enough to be heard over the water.

“Yeah,” he answers. “I’m starving. We’ve got like, what, an hour and a half?”

You check the time. “Something like that.”  You look through the room service menu, then pick up the phone to place your order.  After you hang up, you sink back onto the bed.

The water shuts off, and a few minutes later Jungkook steps out, a towel hanging low on his hips, his black hair still damp from the shower.. His eyes immediately lock onto your tits.

“Damn, baby…” he says, with a cocky smile on his lips. “You look hot as fuck right now.”

You glance up. “Yeah?”

He steps closer. “Yeah.” His eyes drop again to your chest.

You just keep your eyes on him, waiting. He gets to the edge of the bed, one hand pushing your robe aside a little more. His fingers slide in and you feel them brushing over your nipple.

“Mmmmh,” he murmurs, watching your face as he pinches gently, rolling it between his fingers. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now”.

He leans down, lips crashing into yours. His hand stays on your tit, squeezing while he kisses you hard and his tongue slides against yours. You break the kiss just long enough to talk, your lips still brushing his.

“Babe… the food’ll be here any minute.”

He grins, already pushing your robe open all the way. “Then we should be quick.” He eases you back onto the bed, spreading the robe apart until you’re fully bare under him. Jungkook sucks on one nipple, hard, tongue moving fast while his hand works the other.

Arching your back, you moan. He switches sides, sucking rougher now, adding a light bite. Then his mouth trails lower, kissing down your chest. Hiis fingers flick your nipples as his mouth moves lower. He kisses your inner thigh before his tongue finally slides over your folds.

“Shit,” you hiss as your hips twitch against his mouth.

Jungkook’s tongue works deeper, licking slow and then fast again, switching it up just enough to keep your thighs shaking. He groans against your pussy.

One hand stays on your tit. The other drags down, sliding over your stomach, lower… and then his fingers slip between your legs, right under where his tongue’s already working. You gasp as he slides to fingers inside you.

“Mmmmh” you moan.

“I know, baby,” he mumbles against your clit.

His fingers fuck into you harder as he says it.  You grip the sheets with one hand, the other tangled in his hair, holding him there. “Don’t you fucking stop,” you breathe. “You better make me cum before that food gets here.”

“You’re so wet for me,” he mutters, fingers moving faster now. “This pussy fucking loves me, huh?”

Your hips lift against his mouth.. You’re so close. Your back arches as his mouth stays on your clit, fingers moving deep and fast.

 “I’m gonna – shit – Jungkook!” 

 “Room service,” a voice calls out politely through the door.

You freeze. You both just stare at each other. You can see his mouth shiny from your juices and he’s giving you those boba eyes, like a kid caught stealing candy. His fingers stay inside you. He smirks.

“Come in,” Jungkook calls with the most casual voice tone, as if he’s not knuckle-deep in you. “The door's unlocked.”

And before you can even think about stopping him, he dives right back in, with his tongue lapping against your clit and his fingers fucking you just as hard as before.

“Jungkook – what the fuck! ” you gasp, one hand flying to your mouth, the other locked in his hair as your hips buck again.

The door opens. You hear the soft roll of the cart, footsteps entering the room – and then stopping.

“Uh –”

A man steps into the room – blonde, probably in his late twenties, dressed in all black pushing a cart. His voice cracks as he realizes what he’s walked in on.

“Whe – where should I leave the food?” he asks, trying way too hard to sound professional.

“That table. Over there,” you manage to say, nodding toward the small corner table near the window – while Jungkook’s tongue doesn’t let up for even a second.

The man wheels the cart slowly, doing everything he can not to look again. But of course he does. Jungkook finally pulls his mouth away for a breath, fingers still buried deep inside you, and glances toward him.

“What’s your name?” he asks, casual as hell.

He blinks. “Uh… Jimin.”

Jungkook grins, licking his lips. “Jimin,” he repeats. “I’m Jungkook. And this pretty girl right here, “ says pushing his fingers deep inside you, “is my girlfriend Y/N. Now tell me, Jimin. Do you think my girlfriend’s hot?”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook. Jimin doesn’t answer at first. He looks at you now, naked, with your boyfriend between your legs and his fingers deep inside your pussy. His mouth opens. Then closes.

“Erm…Yeah,” he says quietly. “She’s really hot.”

“Well, she was about to cum when you knocked,” Jungkook says casually, but you feel the cocky tone in his voice. “Kind of rude, don’t you think?”

You let out something between a laugh and a gasp. “Jungkook,” you breathe, half scolding, half breathless. “You’re such a dick.”

He glances up at you with a grin. “You love it.”

Jimin swallows hard. He’s still by the table, both hands gripping the cart. He should leave. You can see him trying to convince himself to do the right thing – but his eyes are already trailing back over you, most precisely, on your tits.

His voice comes out quiet. “How can I help?”

Silence falls between the three of you. You blink. Jungkook lifts an eyebrow.

“Oh?” Jungkook says, as he was handed a present he didn’t expect but absolutely wants to open. “You wanna help make my girl cum?”

Jimin’s mouth parts, clearly shocked at himself, but he doesn’t take it back. “Mmmh. If she wants me to.”

Your gaze snaps to him. Something tight coils low in your belly. You should say no. You should tell him to leave, to forget this ever happened. But instead…

You tilt your head a bit, voice still rough from everything Jungkook’s done to you.

“Do you want to, Jimin?”

His breath stutters. “…Yeah. Fuck. I do.”

Jungkook chuckles low against your thigh, and his tongue gives one last lazy lick through your folds before he pulls back just enough to speak. 

“Well, I’m busy down here,” he says, glancing up at you with that smug glint in his eye. Then his gaze goes back to Jimin. “Why don’t you take care of her tits?”

Jimin blinks, like he didn’t quite hear right. “What?”

“You heard me.” Jungkook smirks as his fingers curl inside you, making your hips twitch. “She loves having her nipples played with. Go help her out.”

Jimin’s breath stops for a moment, but he doesn’t say anything. He walks slowly across the room and stops by the bed, looking down at your chest.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks softly. 

You nod slowly. “Yeah. More than okay.”

His hand hovers, unsure, before he finally brings it to your chest.

“How do you like it?” he asks, looking directly at you now. “Tell me what you want.”

Your lips part. You’re already so close, but the way he says it, the way he wants to get it right, makes your thighs twitch around Jungkook’s head.

You swallow. “Pinch them. I like it rough.”

His fingers close around your nipple, tugging gently first, then a little firmer. His eyes watching your face, waiting for your reaction. You let out a sharp gasp. “Yeah – like that.”

Jimin’s hands tighten just a little more, rolling both nipples now, fingers learning your body second by second. “God,” Jimin breathes, barely a whisper. “You’re so beautiful…”

Your body’s on fire. Jungkook’s mouth won’t stop going hard at your pussy as Jimin’s hands grow bolder, rolling your nipples, thumbs brushing and pinching as he watches your moans. Without you noticing, his lips find your chest, kissing and sucking softly. 

Your moans get louder and your hips buck against Jungkook’s face. “Oh fuck – don’t stop,” you gasp. “I’m – I’m so close!”

Jungkook groans low against your pussy. “Yeah, baby? You gonna cum all over my fucking face?”

“God – yes, please!”

He dives back in, tongue moving fast, fingers working harder and faster, knowing just how to push you over the edge. Jimin doesn’t stop either – playing with your nipples, sucking one hard. Your moans turn into cries as your hips move. Then it hits. Your body tightens and breaks all at once. Your back arches, thighs close around Jungkook’s head, a loud moan escapes you.

You squirt, soaking his fingers, mouth, and the sheets. Your body shakes as waves of pleasure wash over you.

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, pulling back just an inch to watch it. “That’s so fucking hot.”

You’re gasping, chest rising and falling, thighs still shaking. Jimin just stands there, quiet, his hand still resting on your chest.

“…She just – ” he breathes. “Fuck, did she just – ”

“Squirted,” Jungkook finishes for him, licking his lips with a wicked grin. “Yeah. She does that when you hit her right.”

He pulls his wet fingers away and sucks them clean. You’re still shaking, but let out a quiet laugh, eyes half open. Jimin looks at you, nervous but focused. His hand stays on your chest, thumb brushing your nipple.

He swallows. “Can I… kiss you?”

You nod, smiling at him. “Yeah. You can.”

Jimin leans in slowly, lips brushing yours. When you kiss back, he deepens it, his hand resting gently on your jaw.

From between your legs, Jungkook hums, his hands sliding up your thighs as he watches you two kiss over the mess he made. “Fuck,” he mutters, chin still slick. “That’s hot.” His eyes drop and catches sight of the bulge in Jimin’s pants, pressing hard against his uniform.

Your boyfriend chuckles. “Damn,” he says casually, cocking his head to the side. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”

Jimin pulls back from your lips like he’s been caught. “I – shit, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Jungkook interrupts, grinning like he planned this. Like this is exactly what he wanted to happen. “Not when it’s turning me on.”

Jimin blinks. “Wait – you’re not… mad?”

Jungkook leans back on his heels, eyes moving between you two, clearly enjoying the show. “Mad?” he repeats, then scoffs softly. “Nah. I want to see you fuck her.”

Jimin freezes. “You – what?” he whispers.

Jungkook meets his gaze. “You heard me. I want to watch my girl take your cock.”

He slides a hand up your thigh, stopping just below your hip. “She deserves this, right?” he murmurs with his eyes zeroed on you. “You’ve been so good – letting him touch you, kiss you…” His fingers trace lightly over your skin. “Now I want to see you take him.”

Your pulse spikes. You stare down at Jungkook – your boyfriend, your filthy, perfect boyfriend – and then glance at Jimin, stunned but clearly turned on, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“I…” Jimin swallows, voice rough. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Jungkook says, standing up and moving behind you. His hand slides into your hair as he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “I want to watch you lose it on someone else’s cock. See how good you look getting fucked while I just watch.”

His other hand moves between your thighs again, fingers slick. “You want that too, right?” he murmurs. “Want him to stretch you out while I watch?”

You nod fast. “Yes. Fuck – yes.”

Jimin’s hands are fists at his sides, expectant. “You really want me to…?”

Jungkook nods toward you. “Undress. Let her see what she’s getting.”

Jimin’s fingers tremble as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off. He’s leaner than Jungkook but still muscular, with tight abs and strong arms. His eyes stay locked on yours as he reaches for his belt.

He slides his pants down, his cock hard and flushed at the tip. Jungkook hums low behind you, one hand on your tit, the other sliding between your legs. “You’re already dripping for him.” You whimper.

“Go ahead, Jimin,” Jungkook says calmly. “Fuck my girl.”

Jimin pauses, eyes flicking nervously between you and Jungkook, clearly caught off guard but ready to move. “I… do you have condoms?” he asks finally.

Your eyes meet his. “I’m clean and on the pill” you say. “If you’re clean I want you raw.”

His cock twitches when you say that. Jimin swallows hard and nods slowly. “I am.”

Jungkook  moves your hair away from your shoulder and kisses just behind your ear. “You really wanna feel all of him?” he murmurs. “Want him to fuck you raw while I watch?”

“Yes,” you breathe, heart hammering against your chest with excitement. “God, yes.”

Jungkook moves now, slipping off the bed and dragging the nearby armchair closer, setting it just beside the mattress, getting front-row seats. He sits, spreading his legs slightly, losing his towel.

“Go slow at first,” he tells Jimin. “I want to see every inch of you disappear inside her.”

Jimin climbs onto the bed, kneeling between your open legs. His hands slide from your knees up to your hips.

“You sure?” he asks again.

You cup his jaw and whisper, “Yes. I want you.”

He groans into your mouth as he kisses you again. His cock presses against your entrance, thick and hot and so fucking ready. Jungkook leans forward in his chair as he watches you open for someone else.

“Do it,” you whisper against Jimin’s lips. “Put it in.”

The thick tip of his cock presses against you, then with one slow, careful thrust, he slides in, stretching you as your body trembles around him.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

“God,” Jimin groans, forehead pressed to yours as he sinks deeper. “You’re so wet. And tight. Fuck.”

Jungkook is stroking himself now, watching every inch vanish into you. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Fuck, baby… look how good you take him.”

You moan,and your eyes close as Jimin sinks all the way in, filling you completely.

“You feel so good,” Jimin pants and his hips jerk slightly. “So fucking good.”

Jungkook’s voice cuts in. “Bet you’ve never had pussy this tight, huh?”

Jimin groans. “Fuck, no. Never.”

Jungkook’s grin spreads slowly, hand still stroking over his now fully hard cock. “Don’t hold back. She likes it rough.”

Jimin moves, pulling back and thrusting harder. Slapping sounds fill the room.

“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook encourages, voice strained. “Let him fuck you. Show me how good he makes you feel.”

Jimin’s hips move faster now, his breathing heavy against your neck. “Fuck, you feel so good – so warm”

Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper, your nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop,” you gasp. “Harder.”

Jungkook holds his cock, stroking hard. “Look at you,” he pants. “All fucked out on his dick.”

“I love it,” you whisper. “I love having him fuck me while you watch.”

That sets something off in Jungkook making his hips jerk faster. Jimin drives into you hard and fast, the bed shaking with every thrust. “You gonna cum on his cock?” Jungkook growls. “Gonna let him fill you right here, in front of me?”

“Yes,” you cry, nearly screaming now. “God, yes – please. Please! ”

Jimin groans loudly, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna – fuck – I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it inside her,” Jungkook demands. “I want to see it dripping out of her when you’re done.”

Jimin moans low, sinking deep before cumming – warmth flooding inside you. You gasp, waves of pleasure crashing through, your own orgasm hitting hard.

You cry out, trembling, gripping him tight as your body shakes. Jimin stays inside, breathing heavy against your neck, while Jungkook strokes himself faster, groaning as he watches you.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You came so hard for him.” Jungkook leans back in his chair.

Jimin falls down next to you, his chest still rising and falling fast. His skin is red and shiny with sweat. His cock slips out of you slowly, and you feel the slick warmth of his cum spilling free, dribbling from your throbbing, overstimulated cunt.

Jungkook rises from the chair without a word. His hand wraps around his thick, flushed cock as he steps in close, standing right where Jimin just knelt. 

“So full with his cum… ”Jungkook mutters. He crouches slightly, cock in hand, and presses the heavy, swollen head against your entrance – but instead of pushing in, he pulls back. Then slowly, he starts dragging his length up and down your slick folds, coating himself in the thick, dripping evidence of Jimin’s orgasm.

“So wet and ruined already. You let him fill you up so good, baby.” Jungkook breathes, watching the way his cock glides through the mess.  

You whimper, hips twitching as his shaft brushes your swollen clit. But he doesn’t stop there. He smirks – just slightly – and then slaps the head of his cock against your clit once. You gasp.

“I know you like that…” Jungkook murmurs, tone amused. He slaps your clit again, then grinds the tip against it in a tight and slow circle, dragging slickness everywhere.

“She’s still leaking,” he says to Jimin. “Your cum’s all over her and she’s still begging for more.”

Jimin’s breath stutters beside you. “Shit…”

Jungkook leans forward, one hand spreading your folds open wider, exposing the mess even more. His cock slides through again – rubbing every inch, teasing your overstimulated clit until you’re squirming.

“You want me to fuck it in deeper?” he asks, nudging your entrance again with his tip, not quite pushing yet. “Want me to stuff his cum back inside you with my cock?”

Your answer is a moan. He pushes in. Hard. You gasp as he sinks into you in one rough thrust. You’re already sensitive and he’s so deep it punches the air from your lungs.

“You’re still so fucking tight. So full of him. And now I’m gonna fuck you even harder.”He hisses, bottoming out inside you, hips pressed to yours.

Jimin watches from beside you, propped on an elbow. His gaze drops to where Jungkook’s cock is pounding into you.

“Feel that?” Jungkook growls, fingers digging into your hips. “I’m gonna fuck his cum deeper into you.” You can’t speak, you just moan. 

“Give me another one,” he snarls. “Come on, baby. I want one more. Give me one more.”

“I – I can’t,” you pant, shaking your head. “I already – Jungkook, I– ”

But then Jimin moves, reaching down between your legs without a word. His fingers find your clit – soft at first, then faster, matching the pace of Jungkook’s rough thrusts. “Let him have it,” he whispers hot in your ear as his thick lips brush against your cheek. “Give it to him. Show him how hard you can cum for him.”

Your body arches, the pressure snapping all at once. You scream.

“Oh my – fuck!” you scream, voice breaking as you squirt. A rush of wet heat floods out of you, your body jerking as you cum hard around Jungkook’s cock.

“Fuck!” Jungkook screams as his hips slam hard against you.  “That’s it – that’s my girl – fuck, baby, I’m– ”

He lets out a rough sound and drives into you faster. 

“Do it,” you gasp, barely able to speak through the pleasure. “Fill me up, baby”

“Fuck, fuck! Fuck! – gonna cum – gonna fucking– ”

He thrusts once, twice – then sinks in deep and lets go, groaning as he cums hard, filling you up. He stays there, chest against yours while both of you try to come back to reality.

You stare at the ceiling, still shaking slightly, feeling the warmth in your body, between two beautiful men. Jungkook kisses your temple, still inside you. “That,” he murmurs, “was amazing.”

Beside you, Jimin lets out a laugh and sits up, pulling on his clothes slowly.

You reach out, “Hey. Give me your phone.” He blinks but passes it over. You quickly add your number with a smile. “Text me when you’re done with your shift.”

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[jiminsafairy]

dear anon who asked this are you hereeeeeeeeeeeeee?

did you had any plot in mind or should I go with some of the ideas I had already on my mind (if you do have an idea, could you send me an ask with the idea you had, prettyplease) ? thankyouuuuuuuuu

[jiminsafairy]

birthday surprise – taehyung (birthday sex)

summary: you surprise Taehyung on his birthday by cooking breakfast wearing only an apron, nothing else.

pairing:  boyfriend!taehyung x girlfriend!reader

wc: ~2.1k

warnings:  mild exhibitionism, tit play, nipple sucking, dry humping, unprotected sex (WRAP👏🏻 IT 👏🏻BEFORE 👏🏻YOU👏🏻 TAP👏🏻 IT!), spanking, creampie, big dick!Taehyung

a/n: as always, English is not my first language, so excuse any mistakes

Taehyung wakes up with a sleepy groan, hand reaching for you under the blanket, but the bed’s empty. He frowns, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Then he smells it, something sweet drifting in from the kitchen. He yawns and sits up, already knowing what to expect because you told him you had something for him.

He drags himself out of bed, wearing nothing but his pajama pants, his morning hard pressing against the fabric. He follows the smell to the kitchen.

And there you are. Standing at the stove with your back turned to him, wearing nothing – except for what he guesses is a tiny pink apron, judging by the thin strap tied in a cute bow above your hips. Bare back, perky ass on display. He catches a glimpse of the sides of your tits every time you move to flip a pancake.

“Damn…” he mutters, leaning on the doorframe. His eyes are glued to your ass.

You look over your shoulder, smiling. “Happy birthday, baby.”

He laughs softly, running a hand through his hair. “So this is my present, huh? Naked chef?”

You wiggle your hips a little, teasing him. “And blueberry pancakes. I wanted to spoil you. Sit, breakfast is almost ready.”

He walks up behind you, palms your hips, fingers brushing the ribbon. “You’re spoiling me already. Look at you…”

He presses closer, his hard cock brushing your bare ass through his thin pants. His hand slides up to cup your tit over the apron and his thumb brushes your nipple.

“Could eat you for breakfast instead,” he mumbles into your neck.

You giggle, flipping the pancake with your free hand. “Be patient. Eat first. Then you can have me.”

He groans, squeezing your tit harder.

You laugh when he squeezes your tit again, brushing his hand away playfully. “Sit down, birthday boy. Let me feed you properly.”

Taehyung groans but does what you say, dropping into a chair at the kitchen table – the one facing the big window. The morning sun pours in, hitting your naked body as you carry the warm pancakes over on a plate. You bend a little to set everything down, giving him a perfect view of how your tits push against the apron’s top edge.

He licks his lips. “I must be doing something right to get a birthday surprise like this.” He grins.

You roll your eyes and slide into the chair next to him, dropping a kiss on his cheek before sitting properly. “Don’t you remember? You told me once it’d be hot if I made you breakfast wearing just an apron. So…” You gesture down at yourself. “Happy birthday.”

His eyes flick down to your tits again. He tries to focus on pouring syrup on his pancakes but fails miserably – his gaze keeps dropping to the way your tits bounce every time you reach for something.

“You look so fucking hot,” he mutters, chewing slowly. “I’m gonna choke on my food.”

You giggle, cutting a bite for him. “Eat. The pancakes are going to get cold.”

Taehyung hums, not even trying to hide how he stares at your tits nearly spilling out each time you lean over the table. He pops the pancake in his mouth, but it’s obvious where his attention really is.

When you’re done eating, you stand up to grab the empty plates but Taehyung catches your wrist before you can take a step. He pulls you closer, smirking up at you with that hungry look in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs.

Before you can answer, he scoops you up by the hips and sits you right on his lap, making you straddle him on the chair. You let out a soft gasp as your hands brace on his shoulders and his palms slide straight down to your bare ass. He kneads the soft flesh as his fingers sink in, then gives it a sharp slap that makes you whimper.

You giggle, rolling your hips forward just to tease him – feeling how hard he already is under you. 

“Don’t tease me,” he warns. His hands grip your ass, dragging you down harder against the thick bulge in his pants.

Your fingers grab his hair, tugging softly as you start to rock your hips, grinding against him slowly. The friction makes you catch your breath – his hard cock pressing hot through the thin fabric.

“Mmmh. Tae…” you breathe out, biting your lip when he thrusts up a little rougher, making your tits bounce under the apron.

He groans and his mouth brushes your neck. “Yeah…Fuck yourself on me.”

Your nails scratch his scalp as you grind down harder, a soft moan slipping from your lips. 

Taehyung groans against your neck, hands still full of your ass. He pulls back just enough to look at your chest, eyes dark and heavy.

“I wanna see your pretty tits.” he rasps, tugging at the top of your apron with one hand. 

You giggle, breathless, and pull the apron up to free your big tits without untying it. The fabric scrunches right between them. His hands grab your tits, kneading them roughly as his thumbs flick over your nipples. “So big... and mine.” His mouth latches onto one nipple right away, sucking it.

You moan and your hips grind down harder on his cock, feeling the thick shape rub right against your soaked pussy through his pants.

“Harder,” you pant with your fingers buried in his hair, holding him to your chest while he sucks and bites at your tits.

He groans against your skin, spit dripping down your nipple as he moves to the other, sucking even harder. His hands never leave your ass, slapping it once just to hear you whimper while you ride him faster.

“Keep going, baby,” he mumbles against your nipple.

Your hips rock harder, chasing every bit of friction as Taehyung’s mouth keeps working your tits. You feel dizzy, breathy moans slipping out with every grind.

“Tae… please,” you whimper, tugging his hair to make him look at you. “I need you inside.”

He pulls back just enough to grin up at you, lips shiny from your nipple. He squeezes your ass again, rolling his hips up slowly so you feel every inch of him, hard and heavy through his pants.

“Hmm? You want it that bad?” he teases. “Already so desperate for my cock, angel?”

You nod fast, biting your lip, rutting against him shamelessly.

“Not yet. You need to come first.” His hands squeeze your ass, kneading the soft skin as his mouth goes back to your tits. He moves your hips, pushing you down harder against his hard cock pressing through his pants. The friction makes you catch your breath, every grind sending heat through your body.

“Let me hear you.”

Your body shakes, moans getting louder as the pleasure grows, every touch and flick of his tongue pushing you closer.

“Come on, baby. Let go for me.” He encourages.

You cry out, your body trembling as you reach your high, still moving against him. He holds you steady, hands firm on your hips.

One hand slips away to tug his pajama pants down just enough to free his cock – thick, long, heavy against his stomach. Even half-hard, it always makes you clench around nothing in anticipation.

He wraps his hand around the base, giving it a slow stroke, his eyes fixed on yours. “Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing the swollen tip through your slick folds, smearing your wetness everywhere.

You shiver when the head nudges your clit, hips twitching. “Tae–” you gasp out.

He chuckles softly, mouth brushing your neck as he keeps teasing you, the thick head pressing right at your entrance but not pushing in. “Gotta go slow, baby,” he rasps with a hungry voice. “You know I’m too big to just shove it in.”

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders when he finally pushes just the thick tip inside – the stretch immediate, delicious and burning all at once. “Fuck…” you breathe out, head falling back as he eases another inch in.

“Yeah… feel that? So tight around me already,” he groans, eyes locked on the way your pussy swallows him inch by inch. “Gotta open you up real good. Don’t want to hurt you – too much.”

Your breath hitches and you let out a broken laugh. “But it hurts so good… You know I like it when it hurts a little, Tae.”

That pulls a deep growl from his throat. He pulls your hips down, sinking deeper until you feel every thick inch stretching you wide open. “God, you’re perfect,” he groans, burying his face in your neck for a second as he holds himself back.

“Just fuck me already,” you pant, rolling your hips in tiny circles, desperate for more. “Give it to me. I can handle it.”

Taehyung laughs under his breath before he snaps his hips up hard, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust. The sudden stretch knocks the air out of you – a strangled moan slipping past your lips.

“Take it all, gorgeous,” he grits out, his hands gripping your ass hard, fingertips digging in as he sets a rough, deep pace that makes the chair creak beneath you both. “I love you.” He groans.

You lean in fast, pressing your lips to his in a hungry kiss. He moans into your mouth, hips still moving hard as your tongues touch. “I love you too,” you whisper. 

Taehyung’s eyes glance toward the big window behind you.

“Anyone could see this,” he pants, snapping his hips up deep inside you. His hand lands a sharp smack on your ass, making you gasp. “See my pretty girlfriend,” he slides his hands up, squeezing your tits firmly, “with her perfect tits out.” His hands drop back down, grabbing your ass, “bouncing on my cock.”

His dirty words make your pussy clamp around him tighter. You moan. Loud.

“Let them, ” you breathe out.

He groans and leans forward to suck your nipple. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, then he pulls back just to talk again.  “Yeah?” he growls, giving your ass a hard squeeze. “You like them seeing how this perfect tits bounce while I fuck you?… how good you take my cock?”

“Yes. Yes!” you cry out as your fingers tug his hair while he switches to your other nipple.

He moans around your tit, hips still moving hard, pounding into you rough. Your head falls back, a low whimper escaping as he goes even deeper, your tits shiny with his spit and your moans filling the kitchen.

You’re barely holding on, the heat building deep inside with every strong thrust. Your moans get louder each time he hits that spot inside you.

“Tae I’m so close,” you gasp.

He pounds up into you harder. One hand squeezes your ass, then he lands a sharp slap that makes you yelp and clench around him. You gasp, barely able to breathe as he slams into you without mercy.

“That’s it. Cum for me, angel.” he growls. His mouth closes around your nipple again, sucking hard as he pushes you over the edge.

“Ah – fuck.” Your whole body trembles on top of him, your pussy gripping him tight, making him groan against your nipple. Taehyung slows down and gently kisses your collarbone. 

“You okay?” he murmurs while his hips rock slower.

You nod quickly. “I’m good. So good.” you grind your hips down, making him hiss. “But I want you to cum inside me. Please, Tae.”

“Mmmh… you want that? Want me to come deep inside this perfect pussy?”

“Yes,” you breathe out with neediness in your voice. With that, his thrusts pick up again, harder, rougher this time, chasing his high. You know exactly what he likes, so you clench tight around him on purpose. He lets out a broken moan.

“If you do that –  fuck! You’re gonna make me – ”

You whimper, locking your legs tighter around his waist, rolling your hips up to meet every thrust. “Cum for me, Tae…”

He groans loudly. “I love you,” he says before thrusting deep one last time. You feel him cum inside you as he moans your name. You keep rolling your hips slowly, milking every drop out of him.

“Yeah, just like that” you whisper, brushing his sweaty hair back from his forehead.

He groans and twitches his hips as he finishes inside you, squeezing your ass so hard you think he'd leave marks. When he slows and catches his breath, you giggle softly, pressing gentle kisses to his face.

“Happy birthday again, my love” you tease, kissing him properly, your lips smiling against his. Taehyung laughs against your mouth.

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[jiminsafairy]

Hi 🫶🏻

I just got to know your content and I have to admit that I loved everything 😭💜

I also saw that you take requests so I had some ideas that you can use if you like them 🫶🏻

Jk and reader: maybe the reader having the upper hand and tease him (maybe handcuffing so she can do whatever she likes) for the first time and it is so good that he almost cums in his pants

Yoongi x reader x jk: I was thinking about three best friends. the boys finally act on the sexual attraction towards her maybe taking turns on pleasuring her

Jimin x Reader: back dancer reader that has a very intimate choreo with jimin that escalates in something more in the training room when everyone is gone kind of risky but hot. After dancing for hours with their body’s touching and moving together

I hope I gave you inspiration and I didn’t overstep any boundary☺️

HI CUTIE!!!

I just got to know your content and I have to admit that I loved everything 😭💜

Excuse me. I think I'm going to cry. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

For the requests...I'm leaning towards Jimin's, because I already have on the works a besties yoongi x reader x jimin having a 3some hehe

Thank you so much for the request!

ps; no, you didn't overstep any boundaries! but thank you for asking cutie! for further requests, you can check them through this link -> request rules

[jiminsafairy]

belly bulge for kinktober 🫦

this one is so good !

pairing? do you have any in particular in mind? idk I feel like yn x namjoon would be a good one 🖤

[jiminsafairy]

Hiii

For kink October can you do a free use one with some somno (consent)

They are roommates

I love the idea!

Adding it to the list! (should we visit the hit pause couple for that one?)

[jiminsafairy]

Would you be interested in writing about Jungkook and OC being interrupted while fucking and still continue to do so

YES I AM!!! in fact, it's my fav trope/kink/whatever to write!!! ↓↓↓

Do you want a couple I've already written about (hit pause / the thrill of the show)

Or a brand new setting?

[jiminsafairy]

hit record - jungkook (roomate!jungkook, OF creator, furure fwb? hit pause prequel)

summary: your roomate asks you for help to film a video for his OF, and you agree

pairing: roomate!Jungkook × reader

wc: ~3.1k

warnings: sex on camera, tit sucking, tit play , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !! ), blowjob, yn rides him! he calls her baby and beautiful and that makes her feel funny

a/n: I thoght I could give our hit pause couple a bit of background! what do you think? As always, english isn’t my first language, so please be kind!

The second you open the door, Jungkook’s already calling out from his room.

“Hey, Y/N, you home?”

You kick your shoes off, drop your bag, and yell back, “Yeah! Why?”

His door swings open. He’s shirtless, wearing just some loose shorts, and his messy hair looks like he just woke up.

You’ve been living together for almost a year now. You found out through some friends that Jungkook was renting out a room in his place. You’d just gotten out of a relationship and weren’t looking for anything permanent – just somewhere to crash for a while while you sorted yourself out.

When you met him, he told you right away what he did for a living: he’s a content creator – making videos, streaming, all that stuff - the adult kind of content. But honestly? You didn’t care much. His job wasn’t that important to you, as long as you got along.

Living together just kind of happened, and you actually really like living with him. There’s something about how easy it feels around him, and sometimes, you get this little tingly feeling inside. But you usually push it down, not wanting to read too much into it or complicate things.

He leans on the doorframe. “Are you busy?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why?”

He grins. That one he pulls when he’s about to say something stupid. Or nasty. Usually both.

“So…” He scratches his neck. “I got this custom request. A subscriber wants a full POV of me sucking tits.”

You blink. “Okay… and you’re telling me… because…?”

He shrugs. “Mmmm…I have this silicone doll this brand sent me and… The tits are fine, I guess. But they don’t jiggle like real ones. It’s not gonna look real.”

You’re still waiting for the punchline. He gives you a fake innocent look. “I thought… yours would be way better,” he says, pointing at your tits.

You cross your arms. “You wanna suck my tits for a video?”

“I mean…” He steps closer, eyes on your chest. “You’ve got the most perfect rack I’ve ever seen. Big, round.”He makes a rough circle in the air with his hands. “Would look crazy on camera.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He smirks. “I’ve seen you in your gym stuff enough times. I noticed–” he drags his eyes down, then back up, real slow, and gives a small shrug “Anyway. It’s just for the video. No face, I promise. Just my mouth and your tits. You just lay back and enjoy it while I do all the work.”

You snort. “That 's all?”

He tilts his head. “Unless you wanna do more.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already smirking. “Mmh. Sounds good. I’m down.”

His face lights up. “Seriously? Fuck – thank you. You’re saving my ass. They paid extra for this request and I was starting to get pretty stressed.”

You lean on the wall with your arms crossed under your chest, watching him practically bounce with excitement.

“So… when do you want to do it?” you ask.

He gives you a look. “How about now?”

Your brows shoot up. “Like now, now?”

“Yeah,” he says, already stepping back toward the hallway. “I’ll head to the studio, get the lights and setup going. Just bring that black lace set. You know the one.”

You squint at him.“How do you know I own that?”

He pauses at the door, shoots you a wicked little smirk over his shoulder.

“I’ve seen your laundry. Those panties with the tiny bows? Burned into my brain.”

You head to your room, the door clicking shut behind you. For a second, you just stand there, staring at your dresser like... what are we doing?

Still, you’re already moving. You grab the black lace set he mentioned and toss it on the bed while you reach for your make up bag.

As you lean over the mirror, dusting some bronzer on your cheeks, you pause. “My face isn’t even gonna show,” you mutter. “Why the hell am I doing this?”

You slip on the lingerie, then throw a loose tee over it and then a pair of shorts.

You walk down the hall, heart thumping like crazy even though you’re just about to let Jungkook suck on your tits for his OF. At his door, you knock twice.

The door swings open right away and you see Jungkook. You see the camera set up on a tripod behind him and a few softboxes. You’ve been here before – the spare room turned into a studio. It smells like his cologne. The bed’s made with plain sheets, simple. He steps aside as you walk in.

“Mmm, you look good,” he smirks. “Did you put on makeup for me, pretty?”

You snort, feeling a little blush creep up your cheeks. “Shut up.”

He closes the door behind you. “Alright” he says. “Sit on the bed. Back against the frame.”

You nod and move over, climbing onto the mattress. Your tee rides up as you sit with your legs stretched out and your back against the headboard, hands resting behind you.

You glance up at him. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he says as he reaches to adjust the camera angle.

Jungkook finishes adjusting the camera, checking the screen once more before turning to you. He runs a hand through his hair, then leans against the edge of the bed.

“Before we start – anything you don’t want me to do?”

You tilt your head, thinking for a second, then shrug. “Not really. I’m good with whatever.”

With that, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off in one smooth motion. Now it’s just him and his basketball shorts, with his abs and tattooed sleeve on full display.

Your eyes drop without meaning to, tracing the faint trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband. He catches you looking and smirks again. “Your turn.”

You blink. “Hm?”

“Shirt. Off.”

He watches you almost as if he was waiting for any sign you’ll back out. But you don’t. You grab the hem of your tee and pull it off slow, knowing he’s watching. 

He stares, just for a second  “...fuck.”

You shift a little under his gaze, raising a brow. “What? Something wrong?”

Jungkook snaps out of it, shaking his head slowly. “No! No. That black really suits you.”

You chuckle as your fingers brush along one strap. He clears his throat, and glances back at the camera. “Okay – quick rundown.” You nod, sitting a little straighter.

“So, I’ll hit record,” he says, moving around the bed. “Then I’ll come close, say something to set the mood, get the audience ready.”

You hum in agreement. “Right. Then what?”

“Then I get to work.” He grins.

You nod again, glancing down at your cleavage. “Should I unhook the bra or…?”

He cuts in, shaking his head. “No. Let me pull the cups down. Waaaay hotter. Makes them look even fuller when they spill out like that.”

You laugh. “You sound like you’ve done your research.”

“I jack off to this kind of shit. Of course I have.”

That earns a grin from you, and then he’s climbing up onto the mattress, grabbing the remote for the camera. His knees press into the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

“Alrighty,” he says, looking at you one last time. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip. He hits record, then moves forward, kneeling between your thighs as his  face drops toward your chest. The red light on the camera clicks on.

Jungkook’s voice drops an octave. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Bet you’ve imagined this…”

You bite your lip, and your heart skips a beat. “Yeah…”

But then you realize – he’s not looking at you. He’s talking to the camera. You clear your throat, trying to play it cool as he starts kissing your collarbone, just above your bra where the lace meets your skin.

“Damn…” he mutters, pulling back just for a second to look at you. “You’re beautiful.”

Something tightens in your chest at that.

Yes, you’re used to him calling you pretty, yes – but beautiful? You don’t know why, but that just hits differently. You push the thought away before it sticks.

He leans in again. His tongue presses over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.You exhale, shifting slightly under him. He sucks gently, slow and wet, letting the sounds hit just right for the camera.

“Can’t wait to get these pretty tits out,” he whispers. His fingers slip under the bra and eyes never leave yours. Then he tugs the cups down, and your tits spill free.

“Fuck me,” he breathes, quiet. His eyes go wide, as if he forgot the camera was on. “They’re even bigger than I thought.” His hands move up, feeling warm on your skin. He rubs your nipples, then pinches them. You arch your back with a sharp breath.

“Ah. Fuck.”

He groans low, clearly loving the sound. “You like that?” he mutters, tugging again, this time slower, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers.

“Yeah – shit. Keep going,” you breathe.

“So sensitive,” he mutters, giving your nipples a slow tug. You moan, and he smirks. “Just a little touch and you're already making noise.” 

He groans as his mouth moves across your skin. “They’re so big, I bet I could fit them both in my mouth.” He grabs your tits, pulling them to his face. His mouth opens wide, sucking both nipples. You let out a moan.

He stops for a second and looks up at you. His mouth curls into a dirty little smile, then he dives back in.

“Shit, Jungkook…” you pant, thighs tightening around him without even trying, “I–I think I’m close…” you pant.

He pauses for a moment, watching your face as you squirm beneath him.

“Are you serious right now?” he asks. “You feel like you could cum… just from this?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Fuck, I feel like I could.”

That lights something in him. His mouth opens to say something cocky, but he stops. “Damn, baby…” That damn nickname again, making you feel all funny inside.

Jungkook groans, sucking your nipple hard. Your thighs tighten around him and your  fingers clutch the sheets. His other hand grabs your other tit, pressing them together as spit drips down your chest.

“God, yes – fuck! Don’t stop,” you whimper.

“You gonna cum for me?” he growls against your nipple. “Just from this? From me sucking on your perfect fucking tits?”

“Y-Yeah. Jungkook, I –” You come hard, grabbing his hair. Jungkook keeps licking, growling as you shake under him.

“Damn,” he mutters “You really came. All from my mouth on your tits.” He pulls back a bit. “You gonna tell your future hookups some guy made you cum off tit sucking alone?” he teases, raising his eyebrows. “’Cause I feel like that’s a flex.”

Still trying to come down from your climax, you let out a shaky breath.

“No – but,” you say, dragging a hand down your face. “That wasn’t just some orgasm. That was... the orgasm.”

“Yeah?” He leans in again and his nose brushes your breast. “Damn, baby. You’re gonna give me a god complex or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Mpfh. Like you don’t have one already.”

He smirks against your skin, and gives your tits with one last squeeze before he sits up on his knees. “Alright, I’ll stop the camera,” he says, reaching toward the remote.

But before he gets there, you notice it – the bulge in his shorts. He's hard and you bet he’s been holding back this whole time.  Your eyes move up to his face, and he catches you looking.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re really gonna walk around hard like this?”

He freezes for half a second, then chuckles under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean… wasn’t really planning to, but – ” He glances down at himself, then back at you, grinning. “Hard not to be when you’re sitting there moaning like that.”

You sit up a little. “So you’re telling me…” you start, playfull, “you made me cum… and you’re just gonna leave yourself like that?”

He licks his lips slowly, gaze flicking down your body like he’s rethinking everything.

“…didn’t say that,” he mutters. “Was probably just gonna go jerk off in the shower or something.”

You watch him for a second. He’s trying to play it cool, but that bulge says otherwise. Your eyes drag down to it again, and then back up. “Come here.”

He blinks. “Huh?”

You tilt your head, smirking. “I wanna suck you off,” you say.

His breath stutters, eyes darkening. “You wanna – yeah?”

You nod. He shoves his shorts and underwear down in one motion and his cock springs free, hard. His hand wraps around himself, stroking slowly as his thumb smears pre-cum across the head.

He drops back onto the bed and you move between his thighs, fingers curling around the base of his cock. He’s hot, heavy in your hand, and your grip tightens as you start to stroke him, watching his breath hitch.

“Fuck,” he mutters, barely audible.

You lean in, tongue flicking out to taste him, dragging a slow lick from base to tip. His hips jerk. Then your mouth closes over him, lips sliding down his length, tongue working the underside. You take as much as you can, and your hand strokes what your mouth doesn’t cover.

“Shit,” he mutters, eyes wide, locked on you. “You’re actually— okay, fuck.”

You hollow your cheeks, pull back, then sink down again. 

His hand drifts up your chest and his fingers brush your skin before he finds your nipple. He rolls it between his fingers, slow at first, then pinches, watching the way your body responds. You moan around him, and his cock twitches in your mouth.

He groans as he keeps playing with your nipple with his fingers. His hips shift, fighting the urge to thrust deeper. Every time you pull back to breathe, you lick at the head, your tongue circling before you take him again. He’s panting.

His thumb wipes a streak of spit from your chin, then lingers at your lip, watching the way you take him. You suck him deeper making your jaw ache, but you don’t stop. He’s close – you can feel it in the way he tightens beneath you, the way his breath breaks.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks. “Because I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

You let him slip from your mouth to speak. Your lips are swollen, a sheen of spit glistening on your chin. “Yeah.”

He lets out a breath, “Thank fuck,” he mutters, already reaching for you.

He leans in, kissing you hard, and his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer. It stirs something inside you, a mix of wanting and nervousness, but neither of you says a word. One hand slides down to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them and your panties off in one smooth motion. They hit the floor somewhere behind him, forgotten.

His fingers trail slowly up your thigh, pausing just a breath away from where you need him most. Then they slip between your folds. You gasp into his mouth as one finger slides in, then another.

“God,” he mutters against your lips, “you’re soaked.”

His fingers move and his mouth never leaves yours.  “Jungkook” Your hips jerk up, chasing his fingers, trembling around them. 

Jungkook slips his fingers out slowly, and his lips brush against your neck as he pulls back a little. He moves lower, positioning himself at your entrance, feeling how wet and ready you are. 

He pushes forward, his cock stretching you open. You gasp.

“Shit,” you breathe. “You’re … big.”

He groans at that, and his head dips to your shoulder as he sinks deeper. “I’ll go slow,” he mutters. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

You shake your head, panting. “No. Just – mmmh. Don’t stop.”

He stills when he bottoms out your walls clench tight around him.

“You’re so tight,” he growls, grabbing your hips as he drives into you. “Moan for me,” he pants. “I want to hear you”

“Jungkook!” you cry out.

His hands grip your hips tight, then with a quick move, he flips you over so you’re on top. You settle down slowly, riding him, grinding as his hands slide over your waist. Your hands grip his shoulders and Jungkook watches your tits bounce.

“I wish you could see how hot you look right now, riding me like that” he groans. “I love watching your tits bounce” He reaches up, cupping one, squeezing it tight, watching it jiggle under his hand.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groans. His hips snap up to meet yours.

Skin meets skin as the rhythm quickens. You bounce harder, keeping up with his pace. Jungkook drives deep, each thrust harder than the last. You grip his shoulders. “Jungkook, I’m close,” you gasp.

His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you closer.  “Cum for me, baby,” he says.

Your body shakes, as you reach your climax, but Jungkook never stops thrusting.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he growls. His hips jerk hard, driving deep as he spills inside you, groaning your name.

You collapse over his chest with shaky breath, and press a quick kiss to one of his pecs.

He asks softly, “You okay?”

You nod.

“Mmm, I like being like this,” he says. He stays still for a moment, then slowly thrusts again. You let out a low moan, feeling he’s still inside you, not soft yet.

“Jungkook!”

He chuckles, brushing his lips over your skin. “What? I like being inside you. Could stay here all day. Watch a movie or something.”

You giggle. “So… you recorded the whole thing? But you’re not going to upload everything, right? Like, the entire thing?”

He smirks against your skin. “Nope. What happened after you came the first time? That’s private content, for my eyes only.”

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Good. Some things should stay between us.”

He wraps an arm around you tighter. “Exactly. And honestly, we could do this more often – with or without the cameras.”

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[jiminsafairy]

riding with style – yoongi (mafiaHusband!Yoongi x wife!Reader)

summary: the limo ride to the gala gets pretty intereseting

pairing: mafiaHusband!Yoongi x wife!Reader 

wc: ~2.1k

warnings: sir kink, she’s a brat, (semi?)public sex, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex, vouyerism?, exhibitionism!!!, he calls her princess, yoongi is weak for her titties, brat tamer!Yoongi

a/n: as always, English is not my first language! so excuse any mistakes

You’re standing in front of the mirror, fixing your lipstick. Your black dress hugs you tight, the deep V-neckline glittering with little sparkles. It’s long, elegant – but your tits are barely contained, almost spilling out every time you move. One wrong move and they’ll pop free. You adjust the top just a little, trying to make it sit right. 

Behind you, the door opens and your husband walks in, fixing his tie, with his black suit looking sharp as hell. He stops when he sees you.

“Fuck me,” he mutters. “Look at you. So pretty.”

You glance at him in the mirror.  He steps closer, with his eyes glued to your chest.

“That dress is holding on for dear life,” he says. “You tryna kill me before we even leave?”

You smirk at him in the mirror. “Mmm, yeah? You like it?” you say, tilting your head.

His hand slides over your bare arm slowly, then down to your waist. He leans in with his mouth close to your ear. “You look so fuckable right now, baby.”

You let out a giggle. “I wore it just for you.”

He huffs a laugh. “And I assume you’re not wearing anything under that dress to cover those tits.”

You turn to face him fully, lifting your chin a little. “Why don’t you check?”

Your husband  moves quickly. His hand comes up and pushes one of the thin straps down your shoulder. The dress slides with it, one tit spilling out.

He groans. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

He leans in, tongue flicking lightly over your nipple. Then another lick, slower this time. His hand cups the weight of your tit, squeezing it.

“You know how fucking obsessed I am with these,” he mutters against your skin.

“Mmm” you moan. “Suck harder.” Yoongi’s teeth graze your nipple, nibbling gently before biting down just enough to make you gasp.

“Sir?” the maid calls from downstairs. “The car’s ready!”

Yoongi pulls back with a low growl, muttering a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath. He carefully pulls the strap back up, adjusting your dress. “We’ll finish this later,” he says, and you couldn’t tell if it was a threat or a promise. Or both.

Your heels click as you head toward the door. Just before you leave, you lean in close and whisper in his ear, “Oh, and Yoongi… I’m not wearing anything down there either.”

Your husband freezes and his jaw tightens as you walk away, your hips swaying just enough to drive him wild.

The limo door shuts behind you, and the two of you sink into the leather seats. The city lights blur outside the tinted windows, but Yoongi isn’t looking at anything except you.

He exhales. Hard. “I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to make it through the whole night with you looking like that.”

You grin, legs crossed, hand resting on his thigh – close, but not too close. “Well,” you say, and Yoongi would swear he could taste the sugar in your voice, “we still have time before we get there…”

You trail your fingers over the fabric of his pants, dragging them up slowly. “You’re already hard, aren’t you?”

He hums. “You want it right now?”

You glance at him with your eyes looking all innocent. “Yeah,” you say. “But don’t mess up my makeup, or my hair. And don’t ruin the dress.”

Yoongi chuckles. “That’s a lot of rules for someone who’s not wearing any panties.” Says as he leans in and kisses you. You let him kiss you for a second, then pull back just a bit. “Careful with my makeup,” you murmur against his lips.

He rolls his eyes, grinning. “Yeah, yeah.”

His hand slides straight down to your chest, tugging the dress low again. One tit spills free, and he immediately slaps it. Soft, but with enough sting to make you gasp.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Look at this.” He squeezes it, thumb rubbing over your nipple until it hardens under his touch. Then he leans in and bites lightly around it.

“Wearing that dress like a fucking brat,” he says. “Knew exactly what you were doing.”

You smirk, not even pretending to deny it. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

He grins against your skin. “Too well.”

You’re already breathing heavier, rocking your hips into his touch “Please,” you whisper. “I want it.”

“What do you want, princess? Use your words” 

“I want your cock,” you whisper. “Please”

“Mmm.” He presses a hand to your lower back. “On your knees. Face the seat. Hands on the armrest.” 

You move fast. Leaning forward, your hands grip the seat’s armrest and your arch your back for him.

Yoongi shifts behind you with his suit pants tight but still in place. He hitches your dress up slowly, bunching it around your waist. Like you said earlier, no panties, just your bare ass.

“Filthy little thing,” he murmurs. “Came in here with nothing under this dress, just to tease me.”

You whimper as his fingers brush between your legs. "Already wet," he says. “So fucking ready for me.” He slides one finger inside you. You moan, arching your back deeper.

“Mmm.”

And just like that, he pulls his finger out – and slaps your ass. You cry out, not from pain but from how good it feels. Your fingers dig into the leather. “Fuck –  do it again.”

Yoongi’s hand stays on your ass. He leans close.  “You don’t get to tell me what to do, princess.”

You bite your lip. “Please, Yoongi.”

He chuckles. “Not so brave now, huh? All that teasing and you’re now begging.”

You look up at him. “Please, sir.”

He slaps your ass again – harder this time – making you gasp and cry out. You’re trembling, desperate. “Please, sir, fuck me… please…I’ve been good.”

Yoongi’s voice is low. “You’re not good, baby. You’ve been a very bad girl.”

You swallow. “I’ll behave. I promise.”

He bends down behind you, hands on your hips, and his tongue slides over your slick folds. You cry out, begging. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop…”

He keeps going, licking every inch, making you shiver. “Such a dirty girl,” he growls. “Beg for me. I want to hear you plead.”

“Please, sir, I’m so close,” you whimper. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Just as you’re about to come undone, he pulls back. “Nope. Not yet.”

You’re trembling and your voice is barely more than a desperate whisper.  “Sir, please… Let me cum.”

Yoongi smirks. His hand slides down, pulling his cock free from his pants with a rough tug. He leans in, tracing the tip teasingly over your slick folds, not letting you have it yet. You can’t help it– you push your hips back, trying to take him, needing to feel him stretch you.

“Not so fast, baby,” he growls. “Gotta make you wait a little more.”

You shiver at the touch and your hips push back. Yoongi slides just the thick tip inside you. He pulls out, does it again, just a little deeper.

Your voice cracks. “Please, sir… fuck me. Give me all of it, please…”

He grunts. “All of it? You think you can take it?”

You nod fast, hips pushing back on him, greedy for more. “Yes, yes – I need it so bad -  please, sir…”

Yoongi chuckles against your ear. “Since you asked so fucking pretty for it…”

Without warning, he slams his hips forward, burying every inch inside you in one brutal thrust, making you scream. “Fuck!” 

He doesn’t give you time to breathe. He pulls back and slams into you again, harder this time and the sound of skin slapping filling the limo. “That’s it. Take it. Take all of it like a good girl. My good girl.”

You moan so loud your throat hurts, fingers clawing at the leather seat, body rocking with each punishing thrust. Yoongi growls and his cock drives so deep you swear you see stars.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”

Yoongi starts ramming into you like a mad man, hips snapping hard, deep. The whole car rocks with every slam of his body against yours. You cry out and tears spill from your eyes from the pleasure. 

“You’re ruining your makeup, princess,” Yoongi grunts with cockiness in his voice.

You whimper. “I can’t help it – it feels so good!”

He laughs and slams his hips harder against your ass. “Yeah? I’m fucking you so good you can’t even keep pretty for me, huh?”

Suddenly, the divider window in front of you hums and starts sliding down. The driver’s voice comes out calm. “Boss, we’re about five minutes away.”

Yoongi doesn’t stop. He grips your hip tighter, pounding you even harder. .

You sob out and your voice cracks as you push back on him desperately. “Sir – fuck! Harder – please, harder!”

“Thank you, Min-jun,” he answers, pounding into you.

The driver doesn’t flinch, simply nodding once with his eyes on the road as the window starts sliding back up.

“Oh – and Min-jun,” Yoongi grunts, thrusting so rough your tits bounce wildly, “call someone to fix my wife’s hair and makeup when we get there.”

You barely manage to lift your head between moans. “Min-jun! Make sure it’s Ji-ah.. Only Ji-ah.”

“You heard her.” says your husband.

“Yes, miss,” Min-jun replies calmly, completely unfazed, before the divider hums shut again.

Yoongi grips your hips harder, leaning down. “We gotta be quick now, baby. We gotta finish before this dress gets ruined.”

You choke on a moan, hips pushing back to meet every punishing thrust. “Please… Yoongi… don’t stop – please – ”

He growls, teeth grazing your neck as he pounds into you harder. “Say it right.”

You whimper and your voice cracks as you obey him instantly. “Please, sir… don’t stop… fuck me, sir…”

A satisfied laugh rumbles in his chest. He slaps your ass hard, then slams into you again, deeper and harder, making your whole body jolt forward. “Good girl.”

“You close, princess? Hm? Gonna come all over my cock?”

You cry out. “Yes –  yes, sir –  so close!”

The limo slows to a stop and the door clicks open, cool air brushing your sweaty skin. You barely register it because Yoongi doesn’t stop.

Two security guards stand outside – Hoseok and another man in a suit you don't recognize – unfazed as their boss pounds into you like an animal. 

“Good evening, boss,” Ha-joon says calmly.

Yoongi looks at the guard. “Is she here? Ji-ah?”

“Yes, boss. She’s waiting at the suite.”

You throw your head back, gasping. Looking at the guards, you ask, “Which one?” 

The calm voice comes back, “The Garden Suite, miss.”

“Good. Tell her I’ll be there soon.” 

“Yes, miss.” Hoseok says nodding, holding the door open.

He’s used to you and Yoongi being loud and reckless around the house – hallways, kitchen, garden, library – you name it, he’s seen it. Between what he’s seen in person and on the security monitors, nothing surprises him anymore.

His hand slides under your belly, fingers digging into your clit, pressing down hard.

“Cum. Now.”

You cry out. “Fuck, Sir… I’m gonna – please, don’t stop”

He grins. “That’s my girl. Cum for me.”

Your whole body shakes as you shatter, screaming his name, coming undone right there with the limo door wide open.

Yoongi slams into you hard, each thrust brutal and deep. You cry out as he spills inside you, your walls clenching tight around him. “I’m cumming, fuck – keep squeezing me, princess. Milk my dick”

Still buried inside you, he looks at Ha-joon and says, “Get me a wet towel or something to clean up my wife.”

Hoseok nods, and pulls a damp cloth from the car’s emergency kit, already moving to hand it over while you’re still trembling from your orgasm.

Yoongi pulls out, his cum leaking from inside you. With careful, tender strokes, he wipes away the evidence of your pleasure, his touch gentle but sure. The fabric of your dress shifts as he smooths it back into place.

With a rough sigh, he slides his cock back into his pants, still a bit hard.

“Come on,” he says, gripping your waist firmly. He helps you out of the limo, then turns to one of the guards – Dae-hyun – and says, “Escort my wife to Ji-ah. I’ll wait in the lobby.”

Dae-hyun nods without question. “Follow me, miss.”

Yoongi leans down to kiss you softly and murmurs, “Be quick.” He kisses you again, quieter this time. “I love you.”

You smile against his lips and whisper back, “I love you too.” As you turn to walk away, Yoongi gives your ass a playful slap, making you smirk and glance back at him over your shoulder.

As you and Dae-hyun move down the hallway, he mutters under his breath, thinking you won’t hear, “Damn, he’s one lucky bastard.”

[jiminsafairy]

safer in your arms - jimin (subbyBoy!Jimin x reader)

summary: jimin has a nightmare, and the only way he can calm down is in your arms ... and with your tits in his mouth.

pairing: subbyBoy!Jimin x softDom!reader

wc: ~ 2.5k

warnings: tit action. A LOT. tit sucking tit play tit everything. mommy kink, soft dom!reader, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f!receiving), praise, cockwarming,  cum eating, he’s whiny and needy

a/n: as always, English is not my first language! so excuse any mistakes

You’re asleep when you hear a shaky sound. It half wakes you, and you feel Jimin’s body twitching. 

He whimpers. “No… no! Please, no…”

Your eyes open slowly. The watch in your nightstand says 6:13 a.m. You gently run your hand through his hair. “Jimin,” you whisper. “Baby, wake up. It’s okay.”

He trembles, but doesn’t open his eyes. You kiss the top of his head. “Jiminie. Come back to me.”

He jerks suddenly, catching his breath, and he’s awake. His hands grab you so hard it makes you believe he thinks you’re not real. “Y/N? You were…you were gone! What... what happened?” he stammers. “I… I couldn’t find you.”

“It was just a nightmare, baby,” you whisper while stroking his hair, trying to calm him. “You’re okay. I’m right here.”

Jimin hides his face against your chest. “I thought you disappeared," he chokes out. “I kept calling for you, and you weren’t answering… Everything was cold and I felt so alone and lost without you…”

You hold him tighter as your palm drags slowly down his back. “Well, you didn’t,” you whisper. “I'm right here with you.”

But the reassuring words aren’t enough to make him settle. His breathing stays fast, and you fear he’s close to hyperventilating. You pull him back just a bit, and your thumb brushes lightly against his cheek. Seeing the sadness in his eyes makes you physically hurt.

“Baby,” you murmur, tilting your head. “Look at me.” He barely does. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you.”

“It felt so real,” he whispers, voice barely there. “I hated it…”

You press your lips to his forehead, and your heart aches a little at how small he sounds. You know what he needs.

“Shhh, come here,” you murmur, reaching down to your nightgown. 

"I love you," he says, gently touching your cheek.

Your fingers work the buttons at your chest, loosening them one by one and letting one of your breasts free. “I love you too.”

You guide his head down gently, voice soft and sure. “Just suck, baby,” you tell him, cupping his cheek. “You need it, don’t you?”

He nods, and you bring your nipple to his mouth and moans softly when he latches on. His tongue flicks once before he starts sucking and you can feel his body relax as soon as he has you in his mouth.

“There you go,” you whisper, stroking his hair. “Good boy. You just needed my tits, right?”

He hums quietly around your nipple.

“Yeah, just like that,” you breathe, holding him close. “You’re doing so good for me…”

“Mommy... your tits…” he breathes. “I need them. I need more.”

As soon as he breathes out that soft and shaky ‘mommy’, you know exactly where he is. That one word tells you he needs you, and wants to be taken care of.

You look down at him and you can see the need in his eyes. “I know, baby,” you whisper. “You need more, huh?”

You open your nightgown a bit more and let your other breast out. Then you take his hand and guide it up until he’s holding it.

“Here,” you whisper. “Touch me, baby. That’s it. You can have both.”

He groans softly, still sucking, while his hand grips your breast.

“I’ve got you,” you murmur. “Both my tits, just for you. My sweet boy. My needy little love. I’ll take care of you....”

He sucks slowly, trying to calm down. His lips stay on your nipple, and his tongue flicks sometimes. He touches and rolls your nipple before stopping.

“They’re so soft,” he mumbles. “I love it so much…”

“I know, baby,” you whisper, stroking his hair. “You can have them whenever you want.”

He sucks again, his other hand still on your breast. He lets out soft moans, clearly enjoying it.  “You’re doing so good,” you murmur. “Such a good boy…”

His hand squeezes a bit harder, and he pulls back again.

“Can I…” he whispers as his eyes drop to your other nipple. “Can I suck the other one now? Please?”

You smile and move your body, guiding your breast to his mouth. “Of course you can, baby. Here.” He moves to your other nipple, flicks his tongue against it, and starts sucking. His hand returns to the other breast.

“It feels so good…” he moans into your chest. “I swear you are the most perfect being in the world. I don’t want to leave here. Ever. I love you so much”

You pull him closer, your hands in his hair, letting him have you the way he needs.

“You can take them for as long as you need,” you say softly. “They’re yours. Just keep sucking. I’ve got you.”

He stays like that for a while, with his mouth wrapped around your nipple and his hand softly kneading your other tit.

“You love this, don’t you, baby?” you whisper, stroking his hair, feeling him melt under your hand.

He hums softly, then pulls away with a quiet pop, looking up at you. “I love your tits,” he says. “They make me feel safe. And warm. They’re just so… big, and full, and… perfect.”

You smile. “Mmmm. You’re so sweet.”

He blushes, then moves to your other nipple, sucking harder this time.

“I need you,” he murmurs against your skin. “I need you so much…”

You cradle his head. “You’ve got me, baby,” you whisper. “You’ve always got me. I love how you suck my tits… my good boy, just taking what he needs.”

He takes a breath and presses his face into your chest, kissing between your breasts before sucking again. His fingers keep pinching your nipple gently, making you hum.

“I really really want to stay like this. Forever.” He says quietly. “Just us, like this.”

“You can,” you say. “As long as you want.” And that is when you feel it. His cock is starting to press against your thigh.

He stays silent, keeping his mouth on your tit, but you see him squirm a little. You’d swear you can see his ears turning a cute shade of pink.

“Jiminie,” you whisper, smiling softly. “Are you getting hard?”

He pulls away from your nipple with a soft sound, and his eyes meet yours.

“…I didn’t mean to,” he says, and you can feel the shyness in his voice. “I just… you feel so good… and you’re saying all those nice things… I couldn't help it…”

You cup his cheek, your thumb gently brushing his bottom lip.

“You don’t have to be shy, baby. It’s okay.”

He whines softly and his hips twitch against your thigh, almost involuntarily.

“Do you want more?” you ask. “Do you want to fuck me, baby?” He twitches against your thigh, fully hard now. He pulls away from your nipple and looks at you.

“…Can I, please?” he whispers. “Can I fuck you?”

You smile, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Hmm? Is that what you want, baby?” He nods fast. “Yes mommy, please… I need you so bad…”

“Oh, baby…” you coo. “You sound so sweet when you beg. But that’s not how good boys ask, is it?”

He swallows hard and his cock twitches with your tone. You swear, he loves when you get all bossy. “How do good boys ask for things?” you whisper, guiding his hand down to his own cock. “Show me.”

He whines, wrapping his fingers around himself. His hips stutter, and he looks up at you like he’s about to cry if you don’t let him in. “Please let me fuck you, mommy,” he pleads. “Please! I wanna be inside you so bad… I've been so good… please let me! I need to feel you…”

You cup his face. “Do you really need it that bad?”

“Yes, I do.” he breathes, nodding quickly. “Please. Let me be your good boy. Let me fuck you…I promise I’ll make you feel good!”

You shift back onto the bed, slipping out of your nightgown. “Come here, baby,” you say gently, holding your arms out. “Come lay on me.”

Jimin lets out a soft sound, and stands just long enough to be able to push his underwear down. His cock bobs free, and you can see his precum from where you are.

He climbs into your arms and lays on top of you, his cock pressing between your thighs. You hold him as he gets comfortable. His hips start to move slowly, rubbing his cock along your pussy. Every time it hits your clit, you both gasp.

 “Mommy…” he whines with his face buried in your chest.

He kisses one tit, then the other, opening his mouth around a nipple to be able to suck again. The movement of his hips never stops, making him needier. “Your pussy feels so good…” he mumbles between sucks. “I love being on top of you, mommy. I love you so much. Your eyes, your mouth, your tits, your pussy… I love all of you.” 

His cock rubs harder now, smearing precum all over your folds.  “Can I put it in? Please, mommy… I need it, I need you to let me inside…”

You smile at him, hand stroking gently down his back. “Of course, baby,” you whisper. “I want you inside.”

You guide your hand between your bodies and help him line up. His cock slides between your folds one last time. “Go ahead, baby,” you whisper. “Put it in.”

He pushes in with a slow movement.  “Oh my god…” he whispers when he bottoms up. “So good! You’re so warm, mommy, I love it! I love you so much…”

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer with your tits pressing against his chest. “You're doing so good,” you murmur. “My good boy. Filling me up so well…”

He moans into your chest, but he does not move, instead he simply holds you close. You move your hips just a bit, encouraging him.  “You can move now,” you murmur. “Come on, baby. Fuck me nice and slow.”

His hips twitch again, the first tiny thrust making both of you gasp. He pulls back just a little, then pushes in slowly again.  “Mommy…” he breathes. “I cannot get enough of how good your pussy feels… thank you so much for letting me fuck you.”

He whines and pushes his hips in deeper, starting to thrust. His mouth drops to your breast again, sucking hard. “I feel all of you,” he moans. “I’ve never felt this good before… mommy, I don't think I can hold it…”

His cock twitches inside you and he starts thrusting faster. His hips slap against yours.  “C- Can I? Please, please can I cum inside? I wanna make you feel good… Mommy, please let me, I wanna do it so bad…”. 

“Please, let me cum in you,” he pleads, breathless. “Please, please, please…”

You feel his thrust starting to get sloppy, and his mouth goes down, catching you nipple between his teeth. “Hmm, you want to come inside me that badly, huh?” you murmur, teasing him while your fingers trace little circles on his back.

He whines, and lets go of your nipple. “Yes, mommy…please… I need it…”

You pull back, just a little. Teasing him a bit by making him wait.  “You’re such a good boy, begging like that,” you say almost whispering. “But good boys have to wait… a little longer.”

He groans and buries his head on your chest again, almost desperate. “Please…” he whines, “please, mommy, please let me…”

You smile. “Alright, baby,” you finally whisper next to his ear. “You can come inside me. Now.”

He cries out, and his thrusts get deeper and harder.  “Oh my god, mommy, I love you,” he moans, voice breaking as he spills inside you.

“I love you too, baby.”

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close while he rides out his orgasm. He stays like that with his head against your breasts, but then it hits him.

“Wait…” he mumbles, lifting his head. “Did you…?” You shake your head slowly, smiling at him, satisfied anyway. “No, baby. But it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he says, already starting to pull back. “I need to. Let me take care of you.”

Before you can answer, he’s sliding down your body. You feel  his softening cock slipping out, your mixed mess dripping down between your thighs. But he doesn’t care, he’s a man on a mission.  “Don’t move,” he says with a serious tone. “Just let me make you feel good.”

And with that his mouth is on you. His tongue licks through the mess, sloppy , not caring that he’s licking up his own cum. If anything, it only turns him on more.

“Mommy, you taste so good,” he pants against your clit, licking again. “I wanna make you come. Please let me… come on my tongue.”

You gasp and your hips jerk when he sucks at your clit. His tongue swirls fast and his nose bumps your skin.  “Baby,” you moan, hand in his lucious, blonde hair, “Fuck! You’re eating me so good…”

He hums, satisfied. “Please,I want to hear you… please…,” he mumbles into you. “I need to hear how good I make you feel…”

His tongue keeps flicking at your clit.  “You taste so good,” he mumbles. “I’d keep eating you for the rest of eternity.”

Then he slides two fingers in, making you cry out. “So tight,” he pants, licking up your slit again. “You didn’t even get to cum yet… I’m so sorry mommy. I’ll fix it.”

He starts pumping his fingers deep, curling them. His mouth never leaves your clit. His lips wrap around it and he starts sucking.  “That’s it,” you moan, grinding against his face. “Fuck, Jimin! Keep going just like that, don’t stop! ”

His fingers are moving faster now. “Come for me, mommy,” he begs against your core. “Please come…I wanna feel you on my tongue…”

He doesn’t stop until you’re tugging his hair and your body’s twitching from the overstimulation. You cry out as it hits, making your whole body tense and thighs close in around his head. “Jimin. Fuck! Baby, I’m cumming!”

Your hands grab at the sheets  as his fingers keep working you and his mouth keeps locked onto your clit. “That’s it,” he whimpers against your core. “Please… wanna feel you cum, mommy. You’re so pretty when you come…”

You ride your orgasm, gasping his name until your body collapses into the mattress.

He gives your pussy one last lick, then pulls away. He crawls back up with his mouth and chin shiny from your juices. Curling  up next to you, Jimin rests his head on your chest, and wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Can I…” he whispers, already brushing his lips over your nipple. “Can I suck on you until I fall asleep?”

You grin, fingers weaving through his hair. “Of course you can, baby. You have all of me.”

His lips press against your skin again, sucking gently. He relaxes completely, feeling safe and close to you.

His breathing evens out. “Thank you, mommy,” he whispers, then drifts peacefully into sleep, still cradled in your arms.

[jiminsafairy]

2025 kinktober lol🎃

Before you come at me... I know I know... it's only June! But this girlie here suffers from anxiety and wants to have everything under control.

That said…

I want to try doing Kinktober this year! I'd love it if you could send me some ideas (kink and pairing), so I can start drafting. It’s a lot (31 - lol), and I want to have enough time to have them ready by october 1st hehehe

You can check my request rules here, but if you're not sure about one certain kink/plot, send me an ask 🖤