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iridescentjin · 4 years ago

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Summary: You have been in a relationship with Jimin for years and things just aren’t clicking. All of your attempts to fix your relationship seem to be futile. That is until you meet Jungkook. Jimin x reader. Jungkook x reader.

Genre: smut, angst, angst, angst, fluff

Warnings: infidelity, discussion of BDSM, unprotected sex, threesome (fmf), protected sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), vaginal fingering, swearing, minor recreational alcohol use, minor cumplay

a/n: Thank you thank you thank you to the greatest beta reader, @minkive. I treasure you already. I’ve decided that this is going to be two parts. Tagging: @miinoongi @absolutefantrash, @moonpjms, and @glossyfever

Release Date: July 6, 2020

Word Count: 8.3K

It’s hard to say when things started to change between you and Jimin. You had been together so long, and everything with him was...comfortable. But something within the last year or so you’d started to drift apart; the passion seemingly gone. Each of you floated through the day past one another. You ate dinner together and slept in the same bed, and then you spent the rest of your lives separate.

Jimin started work later than you did every weekday, so he was still asleep when you left in the morning. You left half the pot of coffee for him each morning and locked the door behind you as you prepared to face another day. You got home before him, and by the time you’d both had dinner, you were ready to get into bed and read for an hour before dozing off.

Your job was not easy, and you found yourself emotionally exhausted most days. It was hard to put any more effort in emotionally. That reflected in your relationship. Keeping up a relationship for years without much communication is less than ideal, but the love that you had between you seemed to be enough to keep you going for years.

Until it didn't.

Jimin had confronted you in the living room on a Saturday night. It started with him acting really evasive. He looked like he was upset, but when you asked him he just said that his stomach hurt. You offered to get him water or tums or something for it, but he just said no. He got up silently and left you sitting on the couch alone.

A few minutes later, he came back into the room, distress in his expression.

"I feel like you don't even want to talk to me anymore. It seems like you never want to have sex with me. I feel like I"m always initiating things."

To you it had felt ridiculous because you didn't think that was the case, but you had been having sex a lot less often in the past year than before. You were less spontaneous with him because you were so tired lately. However, there are always two parties in every relationship, and you certainly weren't the only one to blame here.

You could feel yourself sitting very still, not looking him in the eyes. Your rigid frame reflecting the defiance and frustration you felt inside. You took three deep breaths.

"Look, Jimin, I have needs that are not being met!" you shouted at him, and you knew it was true.

You didn't realize that you had some many pent up feelings, but now that you were shouting, they were all coming up.

"Things have been so stale lately. There really isn't any passion anymore. We're just going through the motions."

Your eyes were welling with tears, and you couldn't even look Jimin in the eyes. You had felt that way for so long without realizing that the flood of tears that were pouring out of your eyes felt heavier than other tears you'd cried before.

The pain of the things that had been left unsaid was too much for you. You felt relieved you'd finally said it, but you knew it wasn't going to fix itself. Either the two of you were going to have to work really hard or call it quits. You weren't ready to give up years of love, building a home and a life together.

"I know."

His voice is quiet and broken, but it's genuine. From one of the most passionate men that you know, watching him disappear into the husk of the man he was was brutal. You knew that something else was going on with him that he wasn't telling you.

"Jimin, please. Now is the time to tell me everything. We have to get it out there if we're going to work it out. We can't fix what's broken if we aren't honest."

You look at him pleading for honesty, and you know that there is only so much more that you can say. The ball is in his court, so to speak. He stares at the ground for a moment, and when he looks up, he isn't looking directly at you. He's looking just over your right shoulder. You understand. You wouldn't be able to make eye contact either, choosing instead to stare at the floor. He sighs heavily then speaks.

"I think for the most part, it has nothing to do with you. Though I feel distant and disconnected from you, it's partially because I'm so unhappy with my life."

This sends a jolt to your heart. It's not about you, but he's unhappy with his life? You are part of his life.

"I mean that I just thought that things would be different. This job is just so...mind-numbing and soul-sucking. It's ripping all the passion out of me. I want to be doing something that I love rather than just making money for a giant corporation. I'm not doing anything except feeding into a capitalist system. I'm so unhappy, and I'm not doing what I love."

He is breathing heavily and tears are rolling down his cheeks. You could tell for the last few months that he wasn't super thrilled about work, but you didn't know it was so bad that he felt like it was sucking out his soul and his passion.

"What do you love that you aren't doing?" you ask, looking up at him sheepishly through your lashes.

"Well, for one, fucking you like I should be. But also traveling the world and...if I could have any job in the world...I'd want to be a baker."

He seems relieved after he says it, like maybe it's the first time he's ever expressed that thought out loud. You smile at him. It feels so good to hear this secret desire from him. He does often spend his weekends in the kitchen mixing up interesting sweet and savory concoctions, making his own bread, pies, cakes, and sweet treats. The idea of him being able to do that professionally makes your heart swell.

"Then do it."

Jimin looks at you, slightly confused.

"If you want to leave sales and start baking, I support you. I make enough for you to take a pay cut, and we can just live a little tighter. Find something that you want to do and go do it. I don't want you to have any regrets."

Before you've even completely finished the sentence, Jimin has flung his arms around you. He's holding you tightly against his body, and he is shaking slightly with tears. This moment is the most connected that you've felt to him in ages.

He takes the hands that are wrapped around your shoulders and slides them into your hair. He massages your scalp gently and buries his face into your neck. Jimin breathes deeply against you, making you shudder slightly underneath him. His lips find your skin, and he kisses tentative little kisses along the curve of your neck and collarbone.

You inhale deeply, and you can smell him. The way his cologne smells mixed with the way that his skin smells is intoxicating. It feels like maybe this catharsis was what you were looking for all along. Your hands explore his back and shoulders, his hips and waist.

You finally pull away, and your mouth finds his. The saltiness from his tears mingles with the taste of his mouth, and you press yourself harder against him. The vulnerability and raw emotions within him are causing you to grow wetter and wetter between your legs.

His tongue tangles with yours, and you feel so deeply connected to him. You moan into his mouth, and your fingers creep under the hem of his shirt. You pull it over his head and toss it aside. The skin of his torso is smooth and taut over his muscles and bones. The ink of his tattoo is bold against his pale, flawless skin. You run your fingers over his ribs and stomach, unable to tear your eyes away from it.

Jimin hooks his index finger under your chin and lifts it, so you're looking at him in his eyes. You feel yourself melting as you look at him, leaning in to kiss him tenderly on his lips. He pulls your shirt over your head and reaches around your back to unhook your bra. Even after years together, it's impressive how swiftly he can do that. You feel like it must be a natural talent, although practice didn't hurt.

Once you are both topless, he adjusts your position on the couch, and the skin from your chests together feels like satin to your senses. You unbutton his pants and push them down his hips. The muscles leading down to his crotch are mouthwatering, and you are pleased to see that he isn't wearing any underwear beneath it.

You wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke it lazily. He yanks your shorts down and presses his fingers gingerly to your folds. He swirls it around in the wetness and pulls the digit to your lips. He presses it gently against your lips. You moan as you wrap your mouth around him, sucking off the musky traces of your arousal.

With his finger in your mouth, Jimin adjusts himself, so his cock is aligned with your entrance. He slows pushes himself in through the slickness, and you moan around his finger again. While he pulls back and thrusts inside you again, he takes his middle finger and shoves it into your mouth again. The pads of his fingers press down on your tongue, and you feel the drool starting to pool in your mouth.

You look up at him, and his eyes are shimmering with lust and relief. You kiss and suck on his fingers to show him the feelings that you feel bubbling up inside of you. Your tongue swirls around them as he thrusts deeper inside of you. His cock, while not huge, is perfect for your tight pussy. He knows exactly how to hit the places inside of you that makes you crazy. There are few cocks that you've encountered, in real life or in porn, that you felt were prettier or more perfect. Jimin's cock was the only one you needed.

While you waxed on in your brain about how perfect he was, Jimin had slowed his hips to deeper, longer strokes. A steady overwhelming pressure on your sensitive places, and his pelvis grinding on your clit. You moan loudly, and then you feel your pussy start to clench. You pulse on his cock, and he moans. You are coming, and it feels like tumbling in a wave. Unable to resurface. Grasping for anything to hold on too. Gasping for air.

While you roll through your orgasm, Jimin's fingers curl hard inside your mouth and on your shoulder, clamping down on the skin. He spills inside of you, and you feel him fucking the hot cum deep inside you as he rides out his orgasm.

The two of you collapse together, panting and sweating. You feel like maybe something has changed. Maybe something has been renewed. You held him against you, breathing in the scent of his skin, excited for the future.

********

Two weeks later, Jimin bursts into the room excitedly while you're lying on the bed reading a book.

"I found something!" he exclaims, bounding over to you and plopping down next to you on the bed.

"Huh?" you look up from the page, marking your spot with your finger.

"I found a baking apprenticeship! I put in an application, and they already called me for an interview! I'm going in tomorrow to interview!"

The smile on his face makes you feel so happy and delighted. He rarely smiles like that anymore, so your heart swells at the sight of it. You grab his hand and hold it, squeezing it slightly.

"That's so amazing, baby. I'm so happy for you!"

You meant it. After that night a few weeks ago, things had fallen back to the way that they had been. You felt slightly more connected to Jimin because of the openness between you, but that was as much as you felt. You felt like maybe if he was finally doing something he loved, he would have the energy to connect to you in his free time.

"I'm going to go get a new shirt for the interview tomorrow! Want to come?"

You look up at him from your bed where, even though it's only 7:30, you're sitting in your pajamas with your book spread across your lap.

"Why don't you go on without me?" The motto of your relationship right now. Just go on without me.

****

Jimin landed the apprenticeship easily, and he had quit his job in sales. He was taking a bit of a pay cut, but you'd both agreed to tighten your belts slightly for him to have this opportunity. Ultimately, this could work out to be more money for him, but, most importantly, he would be happier. All you wanted in the world was for Jimin to be happy.

Two weeks into his apprenticeship, you realized that you hardly saw Jimin at all. He was either at the bakery or in the kitchen at home practicing. You felt like he was going to burn himself out, but you didn't want to say that to him. Instead, you sunk deeper into the internet.

You had an interest in BDSM for a while, but you hadn't ever fully explored it. You asked Jimin to spank you or refused to cum until you had permission before, but you'd never done much else in the BDSM community. Until now.

You found a small social media network that shared in your interests. You were too shy to post for the first few weeks, unsure of what you'd even say. Soon, you started posting text posts about your deepest, most secret fantasies. Now, you've worked your way up to posting pictures in your lingerie without your face showing. The responses that you got from both men and women were empowering and helped you feel more confident.

You could tell that this was spreading to your real life too. You were wearing lower and tighter shirts, shorter skirts. Everything about the interactions that you had on this site made you feel better online and in your life.

One day, a name pops up in your DMs that you’ve seen around. He likes a lot of your posts and sometimes comments. You’ve gone to his page to see his posts too. It’s mostly about being a dom and pictures of his abs. You have definitely found yourself being mesmerized by his figure.

Jungkook: Hi there pretty girl

You: Why hello sir. How are you on this fine day?

It starts out innocent enough. A few messages back and forth. You really are just getting to know each other. Soon, you spend hours chatting with one another, talking about life and your childhoods and even your dreams and goals.

You’ve never seen his face, but you know that he has a brother, chipped his front tooth playing water sports in high school, and wants to someday create his own tech startup. He works at a tech firm right now, but he feels like the politics are too much. He has plans in the works, but nothing concrete.

He's never seen your face, but he knows that you mostly only communicate through sarcasm, you have three siblings, and that you got suspended from high school for yelling at a teacher because he was wrong about the answer on a test and counted it wrong for you. He WAS wrong though.

You felt closer to Jungkook than you had with anyone for a long time. You knew that it probably didn't look great, you, a woman in a several year long relationship, talking online to a single guy who you met because of BDSM. Even though you talked about BDSM, it wasn't all you talked about. The conversations that you had with him were real and raw.

One day, you get a message that makes your heart do a little back flip.

Jungkook: Do you think maybe you'd like to see what I look like?

Jungkook: No pressure on you to reciprocate or anything.

You blush at the thought of it, but you are dying to know what he looks like. You've come to expect that men with great personalities online are not that good looking, so he can't be that hot, right?

Wrong.

When you receive the picture, your breath catches in your throat. He is possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. At the very least, he’s tied with Jimin. Jimin is so pretty and beautiful, his features soft and feminine. Gorgeous. But this man, he has a softness about him, but mostly, he has a manly face. His jaw is sharp, brow strong. What softens him is the childish smile spread across his lips.

Holy shit.

At that moment, you still didn’t know that you were in trouble. You thought that everything was totally fine, that you guys would be friends and nothing more. You did decide that you weren’t ready to show him your face yet, and he was completely understanding. He never pressured you into anything you didn’t want to do. He just chatted with you and made you feel safe each day. By the end of two months, he is your best friend in the world.

One day when you’re home, but Jimin is at work, you ask JK if he wants to video chat. You haven’t done that with anyone from the internet before, but you figure that since he knows you better than almost anyone, there isn’t really any reason not to.

As the call is ringing, you feel first-date kind of nerves. You tell yourself that it’s just because you are finally going to talk to your best friend, nothing else. Lying to yourself seems to work pretty well these days.

He picks up with a huge smile on his face and then his mouth falls open.

"Holy shit," he whispers to himself.

You reach up and grab at your hair, feeling your face reddening. "What?"

"You didn't tell me you looked like that!"

You blush even more, and your heart is racing in your chest. You know you shouldn't be doing this, but you can't help it. You can't stop yourself from staring at his face. It was one thing to see his face in still photos, but to see the beauty that is Jungkook smiling, laughing, talking to you is another thing entirely.

The call is several hours long, and the two of you just laugh and joke together. Though there is some sexual innuendo, for the most part, the conversation stays appropriate.

Near the end of the call he says, "It's so nice to hear your sarcastic voice. This way I can tell for sure that you don't actually hate me."

You giggled and blushed. He joked and stared. Overall, you were so pleased with the conversation, you had a hard time hanging up. This is probably the day when everything changed.

The two of you talk nearly every day that Jimin isn’t home, and when he is, you’re texting constantly. You aren’t sure if Jimin notices, but all he’s ever doing is baking or worrying about work. You hardly spend any time together except dinner most days of the week.

Things get a little more risque every day. Sometimes you show him some of your lingerie “for approval to post.” Sometimes the two of you talk about BDSM in a much more personal way. What you would do with the perfect partner. How you’d like to be tied up. How much pain you’d like.

Sometimes JK would come on the chat, naked the entire time but keeping the camera up so you couldn’t see. You often didn’t wear pants for your chats doing the same and not letting him see. Once his hand was just out of frame, but you could see his arm moving. When you’d asked what he was doing with a sly grin on your face, he had just shaken his head and said “noneya.” It was hardly innocent, but in your mind, you justified it as nothing actually explicit happening.

*****

Weeks later, you're on a call with Jungkook when there's a knock on your door. You aren't expecting a package today, and the knock scares you. Jungkook tells you to be calm and just look out the window. When you peek through the curtains, there is an Amazon package sitting on your front porch.

"Huh. I don't remember ordering anything. It's probably Jimin's."

You made a point not to mention Jimin as much as possible. Jungkook was aware of your situation, but you both seemed to avoid the topic if you could. It was weird how you both seemed to know that the situation was weird and wasn't going to change.

"Just look at see," Jungkook urges you.

You open the door and see your name on the package.

"What the hell? What did I buy that I forgot about?"

Jungkook laughs on the other end. "Video chat me, and open it."

You start to become suspicious when he says that, but you switch the call over to video and bring the package inside. You carry it into your bedroom and plop down on the bed. Jungkook is smiling at you from the glowing screen, and you know that he has something to do with this. You look at him with consternation as you slide a pen through the tape holding it shut. He just laughs as you glare at him.

You are flabbergasted by what you see inside of the package. A small pink box with the words "Wand Massager" on it sits in the box, staring up at you.

"What the fuck?" you look up at Jungkook on the screen, unable to form any other words.

Jungkook just keeps laughing. "Open it. I wanna see it."

You just stare open-mouthed at him for a while, incredulous. You aren't sure how he got this to you, how he knew you wanted it. How he knew you didn't have one. How he knew that you'd wished you had one when you touched yourself at night thinking about him.

"It was on that Amazon wish list that you sent me..."

You had forgotten that you'd shared your wishlist with him because he wanted to know what kind of BDSM gear in which you were interested. You never in a million years thought that he would buy anything off of it for you. Your heart and mind are racing. It's thoughtful and jarring all at once.

"I...I don't expect anything from you. I didn't get it for you for any reason other than I thought that you'd like it. I'm sorry...." He drops his head slightly and rubs his hand across his face. "I overstepped."

You can't find the words to say. It's thoughtful. He did not overstep, but you feel a weird overwhelming feeling of being cared for by someone in that way. Jimin had never bought you sex toys. He hadn't even asked what your deepest sexual fantasies are.

While you're trying to figure out what to say, you hear the beeping of the call ending.

You try to call him back, and he doesn’t answer. You send him a text trying to explain that you were just surprised but excited; you weren’t upset with him. It was a few hours before he texted you back. He’d gone to workout and left his phone because he was so embarrassed. He thought he’d ruined his best friendship, and he had been overwhelmed by the thought of it. It’s so adorable to you that you just wish that you could throw your arms around him and pull him into the tightest hug.

****

One Friday in May, you had taken the day off to spend with Jimin because the two of you hadn’t seen each other in months. You had both been excited, planning to spend the day hiking then having a picnic together. But, of course, the universe was working against you. Jimin’s boss called and asked him to come in because literally every other employee was sick or out of town. He looked at you apologetically but agreed to go in.

You sit around the house feeling sorry for yourself, texting back one word replies to your friends. When you do it to Jungkook a few times, he calls. You tell him that you’re fine, that it’s just an off day, but he knows that something is up. You can’t keep a secret from him, so you spill the whole story, tears pouring out of your eyes unexpectedly, telling him that you’d kind of hoped that this would be the day that the two of you would reconnect.

You complain for a while, and Jungkook is silent on the other end of the phone. Once you’re done and your breathing has slowed slightly, he speaks.

In a dark, deep tone, he commands, “get your toy.”

“Wh-What?” you ask.

“Did I stutter? Go get your vibrator right now, and lie down on your bed.”

You walk into your room and dip your hand into your sock drawer, extracting the bright pink mini massage wand. You carry it with you and clamber into your bed. Jungkook switches the call to video. His face is slightly pink, and his hair looks disheveled as if he had just been running his hand through it.

“Take off your clothes.”

All of his commands are hitting you deep inside, some primal part of you that wants to be bossed around by a hot man. You blink at him for a moment, but then you peel off the straps of your tank top and toss it aside. You push your shorts and undies slowly down your hips, and they join your shirt.

You’re lying there naked while on a video chat with Jungkook, but you don’t feel self-conscious at all. The way he looks at you is like he’s been starving for months and has finally found food. You feel yourself blush as you watch him watching you.

“Turn it on the lowest setting,” he commands, while clearly undoing his own pants, “and put it on your clit.”

Your heart pounds against your sternum. You push the button to turn it on, and the buzzing rings in your ears like a temptation. You take the small head of the wand and press it against your clit. It immediately feels amazing. The small pulses move so quickly that it feels like one continuous vibration, and your clit instantly responds. You can’t stop the moans that begin spilling out of your mouth. The wetness between your legs is growing with every passing moment. You feel your head becoming fuzzy and a little less clear.

When you focus back on the screen, you see that Jungkook has positioned the camera so that you can see his face and his cock as he strokes it. It’s a little bigger and thicker than Jimin’s, and the skin is smooth and taut all the way around it. The head is red from the attention he’s been giving it, and you feel like the scarlet in your cheeks probably matches.

The sight of his cock makes you moan again, and your clit tingles with eminent release.

“Turn it up higher,” he says, his voice steady but breathier.

You press the button, and you immediately gasp and moan. The sensation is overwhelming, and your thoughts and words aren’t working.

“Hey, yn?”

“Wha?” you manage to force out.

“Cum for me.”

You do. You cum hard, nearly screaming you cum so hard. The release feels like all the things that have been building up inside of you and between you and Jungkook are exploding out. It feels so breathtaking, that you aren’t even sure that it’s real.

When you start to come down from the orgasm, you move to take the vibrator off of your clit.

“Did I say to stop?” Jungkook asks, tone sharp.

You look at him with surprise in your eyes, but you put the vibrator right back in place on your clit, panting and squirming as you do so. You keep watching his massive hand stroking his cock lazily, and you feel yourself start to hurtle toward another orgasm. You’ve hardly even had time to recover from the first.

“Is my good girl going to cum again? Like a needy little slut?” Arousal overwhelms your senses at his words. “Cum for me.”

Once again, you do. Over and over you cum for him at his command, while he calls you a slut and a needy whore. You relish in the name calling, the image of him, the sensation on your clit. Everything about the situation is so right and so wrong.

You cum every time he tells you to, and the panting in his voice pushes you further and further over the edge. Nothing exists except for his voice after the third one, and he keeps you going. You’re calling out his name, and you keep coming.

Finally, he says, “one last one, baby. Cum with me.”

You cum hard, moaning deeply and loudly. Your mind goes completely black as the waves of pleasure wash over you for what feels like hours. You are bathed in the warmth of your orgasm, swaddled within it, and as you start to come down, you feel yourself emerging anew. If there is such a thing as transformative orgasm, that's certainly what just happened to you.

When you emerge from the orgasm chrysalis, you are unable to open your eyes. You hear JK's voice speaking softly to you. It soothes you like the sound of the ocean or rain. His voice tells you not to worry about opening your eyes.

"You deserve a rest. You were so good for me baby. Good babies get to take naps after they're so good like that."

He talks for a while longer, and you start to drift off. Eventually, you hear the beeping of the call ending, but you don't look at the phone. Instead, you allow the sleep to overtake you, body and mind both exhausted.

Two hours later, you slowly emerge from the haze of sleep. As your conscious mind begins to remember what happened, you sit up in bed, flinging the covers off of you.

"Oh my god," you say over and over to yourself. "What did I do? Why did I do that? Oh my god."

You are immediately overcome with guilt for what you did, and you push away the arousal that you feel in your belly at the thought of Jungkook's voice and his cock. You push all the excitement about it away because, holy fuck, what did you just do?!

You have to think of a way to make it up to Jimin without saying anything about it. You can never ever tell him. He would never understand.

You think about it as you pace around the house in a tank top and your underwear. You're certain that your hair is disheveled, and you probably look like a mess. But at this moment you don't care. You would rather figure out what you can do to save your relationship with Jimin because right now, things don't look to great.

Then it hits you. Every man's stereotypical fantasy. Threesome with two women.

***

That night when Jimin gets home, you already have dinner ready. You had ordered food to be delivered just before he would be home. He looks exhausted with bags under his eyes. His clothes are disheveled and covered in flour and sugar. You want him to feel like he can relax tonight, and you want him to feel like you are taking care of him.

When he comes in, you make him sit right away. You bring him a plate full of the Korean fried chicken and kimchi jjigae that you ordered. You bring your own then sit down beside him. While the two of you eat, you put on some mindless show. It's nice and comfortable, and it feels good to just eat take out and watch TV with your boyfriend like you used to do sometimes.

After you finish eating, you pause the show your watching and turn to Jimin.

"Hey babe," you feel like the pet name is a little forced because of how guilty you're feeling, but you decide to just keep going. "I wanted to float an idea to you."

He wipes his mouth on his napkin and looks up at you. "Okay..." he says tentatively. "What's up?"

"So I've been thinking..." you wish you had planned exactly what you were going to say, but you'd been too busy planning every other detail of the night. "I think we should have a threesome."

You didn't mean to blurt it out like that, but it just falls out of your mouth all clumsy. The words seem to just lie there between you awkwardly.

"A threesome?"

"Yeah. Two girls. One of them being me, of course."

"You want me to have sex with you and another girl?" he asks.

Well, when he says it like that...

"Yes. Do you want that?"

He sits silently for a moment, as if he's thinking deeply about his response. You start to panic because you thought that this would be what he wanted, but now, with the way he's looking at you and not saying anything, you think that you maybe made a huge mistake.

"I would love that. Are you okay with that?" he says quietly and calmly.

"Of course!" you exclaim, with a little too much gusto, "That's why I suggested it!"

The two of you awkwardly make some of the plans and determine that you're going to use an app to find a girl to sleep with the two of you. You sit awkwardly until finally unpause the show. The two of you hold hands and watch it together silently.

***

Two weeks later, after using an app, you've found another woman and together have made plans to meet up, without Jimin at first. Her name is Areum, and she seems to be down for some no strings attached sex with the two you.

You meet for coffee, and even though you're kind of weird and don't know what you normally do with your hands, she is charming and delightful to be around. Before you've even left, you've decided that you are absolutely going to go through with this with her.

To try to play it cool, you wait until that night to text her and set a plan.

*****

In the time between making the plan and meeting Areum, you haven't talked to Jungkook at all. He has texted a few times, but you haven't responded. Your guilt and arousal about the situation makes you confused and overwhelmed.

When the time comes, Areum shows up at your house. The three of you eat dinner together, put on a movie, and open a bottle of wine. You drink your first glass a little quicker than you probably should, but you pour yourself a second while the movie is still in the first act. Areum places her hand on your knee and slowly strokes up and down your thigh.

You finally bring yourself to look at her, and her eyes are glistening with lust. You feel your pussy pulse just at the sight of her. She leans in, close enough for her breath to tickle your lips, but she doesn’t kiss you. She waits for you to make the move. After a few painful seconds of waiting, you lean in and kiss her gently on the mouth. Her lips are soft, and her skin is soft, and her hair is soft, and everything about her feels so good.

Soon your tongue is exploring her mouth and your fingers are exploring her breasts under her shirt. You can’t help your fingers from gently tweaking her nipples, and the goosebumps on her skin just make you more aroused. Jimin leans over and gently touches you, clearly not wanting to interrupt. Areum reluctantly pulls away from you and latches on to Jimin. While they kiss, you continue to let your fingers explore her soft skin, kissing and biting at Jimin’s neck.

Jimin grabs one of your hands and leads it to the growing bulge in his lap. You stroke it gently while his lips explore the woman in front of you. He removes himself from her and presses his lips firmly against yours. He kisses you hard and fast, all teeth and tongue. You love it, and you’re already so aroused that it’s almost overwhelming to you.

The three of you move from the couch to your bedroom, touching and groping on the way there. When you cross the threshold, Jimin rips your shirt over your head, and you make quick work of the rest of your clothes. He asks Areum if it’s okay if he takes her clothes off, and when she says yes, he hastily removes every article of fabric on her thin frame.

She’s even more gorgeous naked, and you think it’s unfair for someone to be that hot and sexy and gorgeous and clever. Jimin tosses her on to the bed and spreads her legs. He dips his head down to her pussy and begins licking at her folds. She’s moaning and writing when you position yourself over her face and slowly lower your aching pussy to her mouth. She sucks and licks at the sensitive skin, dipping her tongue inside you, then swirling around your clit. She sucks the sensitive bud into her mouth and rolls it slightly with her lips. You feel an orgasm start to fall over you already. She moans against you hard, and you cum on her face, soaking her chin further in your juices.

She cums on Jimin’s face, and you moan just at the idea of it. Jimin stands up from his position, and he grabs you by the back of the head. He kisses you firmly on your lips, and you taste Areum on your lips and on your tongue. You lick the arousal off his face and press your mouth to hers, swirling your tongue across her lips and into her mouth.

Areum shifts her position on the bed, pulling Jimin down to be lying on his back. He situates himself more comfortably and pulls her chin down, so she’s kissing him deeply. You position yourself over Jimin’s erect cock, and you slide down on it, moaning as his cock is buried deep inside of you. You place your hands on his chest to steady yourself and slowly ride him. Areum positions herself over his face, facing you. You lean forward and wrap your fingers into the hair at the base of her neck.

The skin of her tits and her hard nipples against yours sends shivers down your spine, causing you to clench around Jimin. He moans from his position under Areum, and you sink your tongue back into her mouth. You feel so connected with both Jimin and Areum in the moment, and you feel like you just can’t get enough of either of them.

You feel Jimin’s cock pulse slightly inside of you, and you smile up at Areum.

“Jimin’s going to cum inside of me, and you’re going to lick it up, aren’t you?”

This is the first time that you’ve ever taken a sort of dominant role in the bedroom, and you feel your pussy twitch when you do it. The power imbalance of it feels so good. You feel like you’re in charge of both of them. They’re both here just to pleasure you, to connect to you. You know in your wise mind that that isn’t the case, but your dumb sex brain can’t think logically now.

You speed up the movement of your hips, and Jimin squirms slightly underneath you. You ride him deeply, and soon, he’s spilling inside of you. You moan as you feel his hot cum spurting inside of you, and you fuck it deeper into yourself.

Once Jimin finishes, you dismount and spread your legs. Areum leans over, keeping her pussy over Jimin’s face, and licks at your entrance. She licks her lips and moans after tasting you and Jimin mixed together.

“You both taste so good. Please I need more.”

You smile at her, and you go to your dresser drawer. You pull out the vibrator and hold up to her, smiling. She beams back at you with glee on her countenance. Jimin looks slightly surprised underneath her.

You lead her off of Jimin’s face and onto the bed. She lies on her back, and you motion Jimin over to you.

“Babe, do you want to fuck this pretty little slut while I put a vibrator on her clut and make her squirm?”

His eyes widen, and he leans in to kiss you. His cock is already hard, and you are impressed by his refractory period in this situation. Jimin gets a condom from his drawer and rolls it down his hard cock before pushing himself into Areum.

You position yourself over her face once again. You turn on the vibrator and lean down, pressing it gently into her clit. She is immediately moaning and squirming, so you turn up the speed on it. Jimin is fucking her hard but slowly. You move the vibrator slightly to make it make contact with his cock, and he moans quietly at the contact. You go back to focusing on the pink swollen clit in front of you.

Before long, Areum cums hard around Jimin’s cock. He keeps stroking while she is nearly screaming against your clit. You leave the vibrator in place as she starts to come down, and another orgasm washes over her. In that moment, you remember the afternoon with Jungkook, and you immediately shut it off.

Neither of them seem to notice that you are slightly shaken, so they continue on. Soon Jimin is coming again inside of Areum, rope after rope of cum filling the condom. All three of you are panting, and you end up spooning together, Areum in the middle.

When you wake up 2 hours later, Areum and Jimin are soundly sleeping tangled in the sheets of your queen bed. You decide to get up and get yourself some water.

You sit on the couch and think about all the things that happened in your home tonight, and you are immediately turned on. You feel filthy and like you want to explore even more of your wanton, primitive desires now. Before you can even process what you’re doing, you are sending a text.

Have you ever just absolutely ruined two people at once?

Jungkook: not ruined, but made love, sure.

I want to ruin Jimin.

You don’t even care about the implications of your texting with Jungkook anymore. If you’re having actual real life sex with Jimin, then you don’t see how it could hurt anyone. You love Jimin. You won’t stop loving him. But you still want to be friends with Jungkook. So you will.

****

Picking things back up with Jungkook should be awkward, but it isn’t. Besides a joke here or there, you don’t mention what happened that day. Your friendship continues the way that it was.

One day in July, Jungkook suggests that you should meet up.

“Think about it,” he says. “It’s only a 3 hour drive for both of us if we meet in the middle. That way we can hang out, see each other, and then just go home.”

You’re hesitant at first, but you decide that since things haven’t been inappropriate since that one day in May, then it should be totally fine. You agree to meet him the next week, and you can’t stop the nerves that rise up in your chest and stomach.

There’s a small town that’s about halfway between the two of you, so you decide to meet at a Starbucks there. When you get to the exit before the town, you get out of the car and go to the bathroom to slightly freshen yourself. You buy gum and check your reflection one more time.

When you pull into the starbucks parking lot, there are two other cars. You don’t see anyone in either of them, so you sit, waiting in your car. A silver car pulls up next to you, and you slowly look over, seeing the familiar face out the window.

You step out of your car and so does he. You can’t believe it, and you run to him, flinging your arms around him. You bury your face in his shoulder. He’s taller than you pictured, but you can’t help but breathe in his scent. Your nose stays buried in him, breathing him in for a long time. Something about holding him and him holding you feels like home to you. Finally, you pull back, and you look at his face. He’s even more gorgeous in person. He runs his hand gently over your hair and smiles at you.

“Want to get some coffee?” he asks, blushing slightly.

You nod vigorously, unable to form words at all. The two of you walk shoulder-to-shoulder into the cafe and place your orders. Jungkook pays for you, which just makes you blush even deeper crimson.

The two of you sit in the cafe for a few hours talking, then Jungkook suggests that since it’s getting late, the two of you should probably get going. At least find a different spot to hang out. You vacate your squashy chairs and move together to Jungkook’s car. You sit inside of it talking awkwardly again for a while.

When you finally dare to turn to look at Jungkook, he leans over and kisses you gently. You don’t pull away, and you aren’t sure what you should do. His mouth stays against yours, and before you know it you’re kissing him back. Your hands tangle into his hair, and your tongues are dancing together. It feels different than kissing Jimin or Areum. Not better. Just different.

Things escalate very quickly from there. Your shirt comes off. His pants are undone. Your skirt is lifted. His fingers are plunged deep inside of you, curling upward. You are straddling him in the driver's seat. He’s inside of you. It’s quick and dirty. The dirty talk is flying between the two of you, and he pulls your hair hard when he cums inside of you.

You stay wrapped around him for a while, resting your head on his shoulder while he softens inside of you. Finally, the two of you untangle yourselves from one another, and you get out of the car to straighten yourself out. You smile at him, and he stands up to kiss you again.

“I really should get going. Long drive ahead,” you mutter, the reality of what you’ve done dawning on you.

You kiss a little more, then you clamber into your car, heading toward home. The whole drive, your head is swimming with the things that could happen once you tell Jimin. You still have another man’s cum inside of you; you have to tell Jimin. There’s no way around it.

You know that he’s going to leave, and you feel filthy and disgusting. You aren’t sure what has come over you. What made you do what you did. Why are you so fucking bad at decisions?

The three hour drive feels like twelve by the time that you pull into the driveway. You sit in your car outside of the house for a little while, knowing that things will change the second that you’re inside again.

You finally work up the nerve to go into the house. Jimin is standing in the kitchen, washing dishes in the sink.

“I need to talk to you,” you blurt out.

He walks over to you with an urgency like maybe you’re hurt. You wish it was just that. His movements are stiff and rigid, as if he can feel the tension in the air affecting the way his limbs swing.

“Are you okay?”

“No. I’m not. And you’re about to not be either.”

He looks at you puzzled and worried. He stiffens further, but he grabs your shoulder with his right hand, looking pleadingly into your eyes. You shrug his hand off of you and turn slightly away from him. You aren’t sure how this is going to go, but at least you’ve planned what you’re going to say. Quick and to the point. Rip off the bandaid.

“I cheated on you.”

“You WHAT?” he exclaims, face immediately turning red, tears brimming up in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I had sex with another man. With Jungkook, actually.”

“Oh my god. When?! For how long has this been going on?!” He runs his hands through his hair then over his face.

“Today. I’m sorry.” You can’t say anything else. It’s the truth. You are sorry, but you won’t ask for forgiveness because you fucked up badly.

Jimin simply walks out of the room without saying anything else. He goes into the bedroom, and you hear banging around in there. Concerned, you make your way over to the illuminated doorway. Jimin has a duffle bag on the bed, and he is hastily loading it full of various clothes and other basica items. He brushes past you without acknowledging you and goes to retrieve his toiletries from the bathroom.

“Jimin, where are you going? I’m the one who fucked up. I should go.”

You’re crying, and he’s crying. He walks to the door, and, like a movie, he turns to you with his hand on the door handle.

“You’ve done enough. I’m leaving.”

He opens the door, and it swings closed hard behind him. Even though his delivery was cinematic, this was nothing like the movies. The two of you struggled to make your relationship work. You cheated. And now he’s gone. Not like the movies at all.

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Snake Party Melbourne all the rage.

Snake parties are all the rage among mums and dads in Melbourne. People are lining up for snake parties in Melbourne! To learn more about how Snake Parties came about, read on ...In the late 1960's The Snakeman Raymond Hoser invented Snake Parties. At the time, Hoser was lampooned as an idiot, but the idea could not be killed. The name came from the idea of bringing tons of snakes to a kids birthday party, for the children to get hands on and hold them. These reptile gatherings soon evolved to become full-blown wildlife parties and then the so-called reptile party. Since then he has registered the trademarks for reptile party and reptile parties in Australia, involving all sorts of critters and in all configurations. The reptile party trademarks include Snake parties, snake catcher, online information on snakes, wildlife conservation activities, education in schools and so on.The whole concept of snake parties has travelled a long, long, way since then. Initially, Raymond Hoser and his reptile collection were a curiosity piece among friends and others who would come to his home to see them. Hoser would take the snakes out of their cages, do a show and tell and let those who wanted to hold them, get hands on. At the time, Raymond was more into the science of the animals that dealing with other people, but his parents were regularly entertainers of friends and invariably everyone would want to see the animals. Rather than wait for this to happen, Raymond would simply take the animals to the party, do his show and tell, and then get back to what he had to do. Typically that was study in one form or other, including what has since become many hundreds of major scientific papers. From these humble beginnings, the 15 minute "show and tell" with the snakes as the centrepiece expanded and then word-of-mouth did the rest. The reptile party show extended to an hour or more. Strangers and other people were more than happy to pay to have Raymond take time out and do what soon became known as the reptile party, or snake parties. Raymond Hoser's activities were effectively outlawed in the 1970's, as the government-run and owned zoos saw a potential break in their monopoly of the wildlife space. They wanted people to come to the zoo and spend their money there instead. The idea of a mobile zoo eating into their lucrative profits was something they had to stop and which they succeeded in.Raymond Hoser fought against the government's corrupt and dishonest banning of private ownership of wildlife in Australia for two decades and got nowhere. The enemy in the form of government-run zoos, wildlife officers from the department that owned the zoos were way too powerful and easily withstood the demands of people wanting private ownership of reptiles. The government run zoos, like Taronga in Sydney and the Melbourne Zoo in Melbourne (known as Zoos Victoria) also had the government controlled media on their sidel. That was until in 1993, when Raymond Hoser dropped a so-called curve ball and he published the best-selling book, Smuggled: The Underground Trade in Australia's Wildlife. It exposed the rotten underbelly of the illegal Australian wildlife trade, corruption in State Wildlife departments and all the animal abuse and cruelty going on in their own zoos businesses. True to form the Australian government had the book banned, got police to raid bookshops and seized all copies of the books. On instructions copies were destroyed and the media that was completely controlled by the state was gagged from reporting the story.The state controlled media, including the Murdoch Press, who only reports what the government wants them to, refused to report the story of the corruption book that was banned. Were it not for the corageous efforts of a veteran investigative journalist, Fia Cumming, this story would have gone no further and nothing would have changed. Employed at the notorious Murdoch owned News Corporation, stories she wrote about corruption were censored and banned (they say spiked in the trade) and her sub-editors, better known as government-assisting censors made sure none of her stories about full-blown corruption ever got printed. Aware of this, Fia Cumming decided to sabotage the system and get the story of the banning of the book run when the censor wasn't looking. After planning in line with a covert military operation, her story ran on the front page of all the Murdoch rags on a Sunday in mid 1993, a media frenzy followed and next thing you know, the Australian government through the environment minister at the time (Chris Hartcher) was forced to apologise for the government's fascist behaviour. He then interviewed on National TV and was forced under duress and effectively kicking and screaming to direct that the book be formally "unbanned". Police were directed to go back to policing, but as we know, not much that is done, because a lot of cops prefer to deal illicit drugs and do other things that make them more cash.The book Smuggled:The Underground Trade in Australia's Wildlife went on to become a best seller! It has been republished many times since and remains an Australian classic more than a quarter of a century after it was published. It is mandatory reading for all wildlife lovers and those with an interest in entrenched government corruption in Australia. The bombshell book forced a rewrite of wildlife laws across Australia and for the first time in decades, private people could keep and study native wildlife without getting locked up if caught doing so. This also meant that privately owned travelling wildlife shows could operate again. Once it became clear that mobile wildlife displays were legal and those who did them were not going to jail for doing hands on wildlife displays, Raymond Hoser was again able to do his reptile parties. Seizing on from ideas from others and refining them, the business plan and the nature of the reptile parties changed dramatically.Instead of owning species that he liked, Raymond Hoser targetted those that were best suited to being handled, ease of looking after and with a wow-factor for audiences at events like kids parties and birthday party shows. The snake party, sometimes also known as the Kids Reptile Party included crocodiles, snakes, lizards, frogs and turtles, with lots of different kinds and massive numbers at a time, so that even in a group of 30 people, everyone can hold the animals at the same time. In Melbourne the state of Victoria, Australia, kinders, primary schools, secondary schools and even universities seized on the opportunity to have a mobile zoo come to them and so business boomed for the reptile party shows. The concept of the travelling wildlife display for kids birthday parties has now been copied across Australia and also elsewhere, including in the UK, USA and even South Africa. Raymond Hoser taught people in all these places, who now run their own successful wildlife education and reptile display businesses. In Melbourne, reptile parties are seen most weekends and in pretty much all suburbs of Melbourne and nearby parts of Victoria. On weekdays when not at schools, kinders and the like, reptile displays can be seen at corporate events and even team building exercises for bored business people. Occasionally Raymond Hoser will spend the day simply cleaning cages, a neccessary chore that comes with owning animals. However most fo the time, he does this at night, because, put simply, he is too busy by day to do such things. Did I mention that Raymond Hoser, better known as the Snakeman is also one of the world's best known wildlife conservation icons. In terms of actual results, no one on the planet can match his score. But when it comes to wildlife conservation, Raymond Hoser stresses that everyone needs to be involved for things to work and succeed. He says it is a team game and every person should be a part of the solution.

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