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A Few Ways to Touch (pt 3)

Rogue/ Gambit smut.

(Protected sex-the ever forgotten dental dam, fingering, oral f receiving, spanking, toys, dirty talk, dom/sub, pleasure dom Gambit, praise kink, light bondage, mutual pining, quiet love confessions)

Gambit was plotting something devious, Rogue could tell, she could always tell, what the plan was she was not privy to, but she could tell something was going on.

Remy’s objective was simple: fuck Rogue senseless (the greater objective was to make her his wife but one step at a time). The nights he had spent with her gave him ideas he couldn’t get out of his head. Ideas that required him to get thin rubber gloves, a soft rope, a multitude of toys, and dental dams. He couldn’t touch her skin, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t drive her crazy in bed.

“Whatchu plannin’ over there, Cajun?” Anna raised her brow as she caught him staring at her

“Spend de night wit’ me an’ y’can find out all de things Remy been plannin’ for you chère.” He winked.

“You wish, swamp rat.” She turned to leave, as she sipped her tea but he got in her way.

“Oh, y’ know Remy got all kinds’a wishes ‘bout you, Rogue.” He smiled at her “I think y’already know a few of them, non?” He cocked his head playfully. “But t’night not ‘bout Gambit’s wishes, chère.” He put his hand to her waist and stroked it with his thumb “s’ about yours.”

“An’ what would you know ‘bout mah wishes, huh Cajun?” She was playing sassy but she knew that whatever he had planned would be exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed. Gambit smiled, he knew it was all part of the game they were stuck playing. Push and pull, dancing around each other, never really stopping to discuss the rules or when it would end.

“Don’ tell me y’ forgot already! Rogue told Gambit all kinds’a things she want done t’ her.” He pushed his hand behind her so he could grasp and knead at her ass. “But mostly chère, I think you wanna feel good. S’let Gambit make y’feel good, no?”

“Fine, butcha better live up t’ your word, Cajun.” Anna poked his chest before finally leaving the kitchen, making sure to sway her hips as Remy watched her leave.

The mansion was quiet and dark when Anna knocked on Remy’s bedroom door, heart racing in anticipation for whatever he had planned for her. She expected him to be shirtless and getting ready for bed and to her disappointment he stood before her in a long sleeve shirt.

“Bon soir, mon amour.” He gestured his hand to urge her inside before quickly shutting the door behind him and kissing Anna’s clothed shoulder.

“So, whatcha got planned for ‘lil ol me?” She put her arms over his shoulders

“So impatient mon chèrie.” He grabbed at her ass

“You like that, huh?” She raised her brow and smirked

“That you’re impatient? Oui just a bit.”

“No” she laughed “I meant that ya like grabbing mah ass.” She slid her hands down his chest.

“Ya got no idea how much I like it chère.”

“No? Well maybe y’could show me?”

“Mm. Gambit gon’ show you all kinds’a things tonight. Lay on de bed.”

“Make me.” She challenged him, and Remy LeBeau loved a challenge.

“Feelin’ bratty, Anna? D’ya know what happens to bratty girls amour?” He moved his hands from her ass to her hips

“Nope.” She smirked, but his grin was Cheshire.

“Bratty ‘lil girls get punished, chère.” He picked her up by the waist and gently tossed her onto the bed.

“How y’ gonna punish me, sugah?” She giggled as she watched him open the drawer next to the bed and pull out a pack of disposable rubber gloves that he slid onto his hands.

“Oh y’ gonna find out how, first you need to get outta those clothes.” She obeyed quickly, pulling her clothes off and tossing them to the floor. “Oh now y’ wanna be good for Remy, huh?” He smiled at her, she tried not to think about how the look in his eyes was filled more with love than lust.

“That mean I get let off with a warnin’ instead ah punishment, sir?”

“Nice try chère, y’ not gettin’ off dat easy.” He sat on the bed and patted at his lap with a raised brow. “C’mere and lay ‘cross Gambit’s lap, ma belle.”

She crawled toward him, making a show if it all before she layed face down on his lap and looked up at him waiting for instructions, but before she could ask what he wanted to do to her she felt his gloved hand come down on her ass causing her to yelp.

He ran his hand over the offended area before slapping the other side, this time Rogue held back her cries. He spanked her again and again til she was certain her ass was red and he was certain she’d feel it the next day.

His hand dipped between her legs and he ran is finger along her seam, slowly rubbing circles over her clit before landing one final spank to her voluptuous ass.

“Y’ like dat, huh chère? Mon diu, yer already dripping for me ain’t ya?” Once again he tossed her onto the pillows, “hands above y’head amour. Das it, good girl.” He used the rope to tie her hands to his bed frame, they both knew she could break them if she wanted, thar she was in control. He pushed her knees to her chest and used longer pieces of rope to tie her legs to keep them bent and spread.

He opened the small mini fridge in the corner of the room and came back with a single ice cube in gloved hand.

“Whatcha plannin’ to do with that sugah?” She raised a brow and he smiled before he ran it along her lips and down her chin to her chest where he circled it over her nipples, making her shiver and whine. When he saw goosebumps form he moved the cube down her stomach to her clit, holding it there before running it up and down her bare leg.

She watched him reach into a box in the bedside drawer and removed a small packet. “Y’know what dis is, Anna?” She shook her head and he got close to her ear and whispered “dis how I’m gonna eat that pretty pussy ah yours.” He pinched at one of her nipples before lowering his head between her thighs.

She gasped as his tongue ran up her seam and circled her clit. She kept her eyes on him as he slid his dental dam covered tongue inside her, she wanted to pull him closer, but all she could do was pull on her bindings and grind against his face, a move that did not go amiss by Gambit who lifted his face up with a smile

“You like dat, chère?”

“Yes, fuck yes Remy.” Despite the praise she sounded whiny and needy.

“Y’need more, Anna?” He rubbed her clit slowly “More ah Remy’s tongue or soemthin’ else?”

“Anythin! I need ya to touch me Remy, please.” She yanked at her bonds and thrusted her hips against his hand. Part of Gambit wanted to make her beg, to stop touching her and make her whine more, but Anna had waited long enough to feel good, to be touched.

He pressed his tongue over the dental dam to her clit and pushed one finger inside her, slowly thrusting in and out, keeping his eyes on her to gauge her reactions.

Her chest was heaving, her arms flexing, trying not to break the bonds he put around her wrists, brows creased together, eyes hooded and mouth agape, white and brown hair messy around her face. Remy felt his cock twitch at the sight, and pushed a second finger inside her, speeding up his pace. Rogues back arched and she yelled Remy’s name in a broken moan.

“Y’like dat chère? Like m’ fingers deep inside ya’ tight, drenched pussy?” She only moaned as an answer but he felt her tighten around his fingers. How he longed to feel her tighten around his cock. To throw her legs over his shoulders and push his cock as deep as it could reach inside her, to fuck her nice and hard and make her cum again and again around him.

He freed his cock from his pants and switched the hands he used to finger her, he raised the gloved hand to his mouth and licked her juices from the latex.

“Fuck chère. Y’ taste delicious.” He groaned and stroked his cock with the glove covered in his saliva and her cyprine. He continued lapping at her through the dental dam while he pushed his fingers faster inside her, curling them upward on the in stroke.

“Just like that please! Fuck feels so good Remy. I’m so close please.”

“Y’gonna cum for me, chère? Gambit wan’ watchu cum Anna, cum on m’ fingers for me.” He sucked on her clit through the thin sheet of latex and watched as Anna Marie came undone. Head thrown back, eyes clenched shuts hair layed like a messy halo around her head, hands pulling on her binds as she ground against his face. After a moment she let out a breathy exhale and opened her green eyes to see Remy staring at her with a small smile. He couldn’t help but marvel at how sensitive she was.

“Gahdamn Sugah. Fuck.”

“Y’enjoy dat chère?” He stroked her thigh slowly

“I think you know just how much ah enjoyed that, Cajun.”

“Mm Remy had a feelin’… y’ready f’more mon amour?” There was that devious glint in his eyes again.

“More?! What exactly are ya plannin’ to do t’me, Gambit?” She cocked a brow at him as he pulled open the bedside drawer again and pulled out a vibrator wand and a dildo.

“Told ya chère,” he started slowly rubbing her clit again “Gambit teach ya all kinds’a things, if ya ask nicely.” He sped up his circles on her clit “So whatcha say Anna? Y’ gonna be a good girl an’ ask nice,” He moved his other hand to pinch her nipple and roll it between his gloved fingers. “Or are you gonna be a bratty ‘lil girl dat need more punishment?”

She mumbled something as he pinched at her clit. “Words chère. Y’gonna be good for Remy?”

“Gonna be good f’ you.” Anna whimpered. “Please make me feel good Remy.”

“Ç’est bonne fille mon amour.” He pushed his thumb he’d been touching her clit with between her parted lips and onto her tongue to taste herself “Such a good girl for me.” He untied her wrists and used the remaining rope to tie the vibrator to her leg, making sure it held pressure on her clit.

He turned the wand to its lowest setting and watched her brows crease and mouth fall open as she let out a sound somewhere between a moan and sigh. She was writhing in pleasure already, he could have let it be and she would have cum but he wanted to push her. To make her cum harder than she had before.

He put a generous amount of lube on the dildo and slowly pushed it inside her, admiring the way she stretched, she would stretch so nicely around his cock, he twitched at the thought and stroked himself faster.

“Fuck! So big.” She groaned and pulled on the sheets

“If y’ think dis big den ah don’ know how Remy gon fit inside y’tight lil’ cunt, chère.” He pushed the dildo as far inside her as it would go “Mark m’words Anna Marie, Remy gon’ find a way t’ touch ya.” He pulled the dildo out pistoned it back in and out of her.

“Please ah need you t’ touch me, Remy.” He couldn’t say no to that, he could never say no to her. He turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and used the hand that had been stroking himself to play with her breasts. After a moment he lightly ran his fingers down her sternum and up the side of her ribs making her shiver and sharply inhale.

Gambit ran his gloved fingers everywhere he could reach, he wanted Rogue to feel his touch everywhere, to enjoy the feeling of fingers, even gloved ones, on her skin. It only took a couple minutes more of him fucking her with the dildo before her toes curled, her back arched, her eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed together while she cried out Remy’s name as her body spasmed.

He untied her legs so she could stretch them out. Rogue layed on Gambit’s bed, chest still heaving and eyes shut. “S’not fair… wanna touch yah too.” She said quietly as she opened her eyes to look at him.

“Don’ worry ‘bout Remy chère, dis all ‘bout you.” He tucked his member away and sat beside her and put his gloved thumb over her lips and kissed his knuckle. He ran his thumb over her lips and gave her a small but genuine smile “Told ya Anna, Remy gonna find a way t’ touch ya. Gonna find a way to kiss those pretty lips when we’re not in danger.” He moved his hand down to hers and intertwined their fingers, stroking her hand with his thumb. “Gonna find a way to hold your hands every day.”

“An’ if yah can’t find a way t’ touch me?” Anna was scared of the answer, but she had to ask, they had to set boundaries on their game.

“Den Remy’ll still be here, chère. Remy not goin’ anywhere. Promise.” He wanted to say he loved her, that she was his world and he would stay with her forever but he didn’t want to push too much, didn’t want her to pull away.

He layed on the bed next to her, only the skin from his neck up exposed to her. He gestured for her to scoot closer to him “C’mere chère, let m’ hold yah for a while.” She slid into his arms and rested her head on his clothed chest, listening to his heartbeat as he held her close.

They stayed tangled in eachothers arms for a while til Anna woke in the middle of the night, wrapped in Remy’s arms and in his blankets as he slept beside her. She wanted to stay, but it was safer to go back to her room where there was no chance she’d suck the energy from him by accidentally touching him in her sleep.

She carefully slipped out of bed so as not to awake Gambit, she looked for her discarded clothes in the dark room and slid them on. She went next to the bed where Gambit slept and kissed the top of his head and quietly whispered “I love yah Rem.” and as quiet as a mouse she crept out out Gambit’s room and walked down the quiet hallway back to her own.

Remy LeBeau layed bed with a smile on his lips. His bed smelled like her, he’d made her come undone, but most importantly: she loved him too… and that was enough for now.

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🐰 Dealer’s choice 🤣

( bunny day )

“Come on, I think it looks cute.”

“Yeah, let’s see if you feel the same after walking around in it.” This had to be some horrible joke. “I mean – what the hell? They can’t be serious!” Halloween wasn’t even close! But no, they had to take advantage of the situation, didn’t they? Find any excuse to have each contestant parade in little outfits of their choice. A ‘fun theme’ they said. Pfft, fun for who? Not for her, that is for damn sure. It was bad enough Rosalina roped her into this mess, going from each dressing to practice – but this nightmare …

“Hey, at least you have the parts to fill it.”

Lucia could have killed her right then and there. Anything might have sufficed to wipe that sly little grin on her friend’s face before it burst into another fit of laughter. “Are we done?”, she sighed as eyes reverted to her reflection for a final once over. Incandescent bulbs shine off the glittered powder set on skin; collarbone and shoulders kissed by a curtain of golden waves. Beneath her braided crown, ears are tucked and pinned; the ensemble pulled together with delicate accessories. Among them, one piece she never thought to see the light of day after throwing it deep into a box of her room.

Maybe this will serve as a lesson for letting Rosalina decide the details.

“Just about.” Hand pats her shoulder after the delicate chain was secured; pendent finally laid to rest. “Remember, this is supposed to be fun.”

“Oh I’m sure.”

“Could be worse.”

Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, as lungs inhaled another deep breath, it was time to go out. Plaster on a sweet smile, laugh at some of the worst jokes she ever heard of and move on. “I swear, if some pervert tries to touch my –”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be close by.”

And so, with as much enthusiasm as visiting a dental office, Lucia exited her changing room with Rosalina in tow. Numerous other women dawning costumes from typical cliches of nurses to officers catch her eye – each one giggling as they neared the double doors to be announced. Manager and contestant paired off, exiting upon their call. Their sashes pinned before hinges drew opened only to close in anticipation for the next. It is a flurry of faces and cheers as they soon entered; her arm gently cradled through Rosalina as they followed suit to soon hide among the crowd.

Nostalgia threatens to overwhelm her senses. Fond memories just beyond the horizon; of fresh flowers thrusting into her sight before a familiar face peaked behind them. Warm words of encouragement echoed as arms snaked around her waist. Pride swelling his voice with rosy cheeks as he took in the sight of her. Of calloused fingers reaching to tuck away a stray lock behind her ear only to linger and trace her jaw.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A shallow breath filled her lungs; silent gratitude washing over as attention returned. Brow furrow with confusion, unable to understand why Rosalina suddenly halted after the pair plucked flutes of champagne from passing trays.

“What?”

“… Jeez, you really don’t catch a break.”

“What the hell are you talking about now?”, words are uttered as her gaze followed Rosalina’s. “I don’t understand –”

“Exactly.”

There is no mistaking it that silver hair nor the lanky man with the cheshire smile. Of all the places, in all the crowds ... he had to be here. 

“Ven.” Like a dreaded curse, his name slips in unison. 

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[oftenderweapons]

Steamy Waters – Jin

Pairing: Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel) Wordcount: 9.1k Genre: smut, unadulterated smut, slightest fluff, established relationship, idol!au Rating: 18+

Hello wildflowers! Welcome to Jin’s Steamy Waters scenario (and coincidentally his birthday fic too). Let me explain you the plot, real quick: the fic is set right after the MAMA ceremony, and because of the several award ceremonies and a busy schedule, Jin and his gf unfortunately couldn’t celebrate his birthday in time. However, Jin decides to take the matter in his own hands, offering Angel a  nice bath, which quite expectedly turns into very hot business. 

And now on to TRIGGER WARNINGS: this is an established relationship and yes, the character have unprotected sex; no, this does not mean that you should forego condoms or dental dams. There is some swearing. Other than that, well, big dick, jackhammer!Jin is back (couldn’t really do any different. We know he’s blessed like that); breast worship, slight marking, nipple suction cups, clitoral suction cup, oral sex (both male and female receiving), cum shot (face and chest), cum eating and more generically cum play; masturbation (both male and female); barely dommy Seokjin; slight degradation (he calls her naughty and dirty a couple times, but he’s more patronising than insulting); gagging (he puts his fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet); overstimulation; very briefly, playfully mentions erectile dysfunction (Jin jokes about it). Angel has medium-big, quite sensitive breasts. Jin and Angel briefly discuss a past scene where a pinwheel and a riding crop were involved, and where Angel used her safeword (no angst).

In case you need it, well here is my masterlist

(I’ll be editing this again sometime soon, here it’s ass o’clock in the morning and atm I can barely think straight -- well, I never really think straight, I’m bi af.)

Enjoy 💜✨

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Jin came through the door with the tip of his nose red, rubbing his hands together. 

“Darling.” You called from the kitchen. It was almost one am and you had just finished watching the MAMA ceremony, waiting for him to get home. As you waited, you got two cups of tea ready, especially after he told you he had been cold all night long. 

When he appeared, he was the personification of an icicle, shaking all over. “Hi.” He greeted. 

“Hello, baby. Would you like some tea?” You asked, standing in front of him.

He nodded. You hugged him tight. “Oh, you’re frozen, baby.” You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his lips. “Congratulations on your… how many prizes?” Your frowned in confusion.

“They’re… eight? Nine? I lost count.” He shrugged and dipped down his head, kissing you again, rubbing his frozen nose against yours. “And I’m happy about those, but...” He placed his hands on your waist, letting them slide down to your hips and ass. “I have other stuff on my mind.”

“Like?” You said, smiling and running your palms up his chest, gripping his shoulders. 

“Like the fact that we didn’t celebrate my birthday because they kept me busy.” He murmured, kneading your ass through the fine fleece of your pyjamas. 

“You want to celebrate?” You said, combing his hair back, grimacing as your fingers got caught on several strata of hairspray. “Maybe after you shower?” You suggested. 

“Maybe you could keep me warm in the bathtub.” He looked down and licked his lips, raising his eyebrows as he looked into your eyes. 

You raised your eyebrows in reply, a bit surprised by his proposition. “You’ve eaten already?” You asked. 

“Mhmh.” He confirmed as he kept his hands on your waist, backwalking towards the bathroom with small steps. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, with a smirk. 

“Claiming my birthday present?” He suggested, taking bigger steps now that he was in the short corridor leading to the master bedroom and that you looked more complacent. 

You chuckled. “You really want to take a bath at one am?”

“I just want quality time with you.” He said. “And I need to get washed.”

“Okay.” You nodded as he finally entered the bathroom. 

He grinned, immediately walking to the tub and blocking the drain before he opened the tap, placing the settings on hot water. He poured some soap in, his sweet jasmine scent wafting through the room. The air in the bathroom was toasty, and he placed his hands near the heater, letting them warm up before he undid the buttons of his shirt. 

He only had a white tank top on underneath, which made you realize how cold he must have been. The garment emphasised his thin waist and wide shoulders so beautifully that you walked closer, backhugging him. “Did you have a woolen jacket on or was it light fabric?” You asked, rubbing your hands down his arms. 

“I had the jacket on stage, I had my coat in the backstage.” He reassured you.

Your hands met his belt, so familiar with it that it was almost too easy to undo. 

“Are you helping me get undressed?” He asked with a playful tone. 

“Maybe.” You replied with a cheshire grin that he spotted through the mirror. 

“Why aren’t you undressing yourself?” He asked, curious. 

You shrugged. “I prefer when you undress me.” 

He turned around in your arms, cupping your cheeks, his eyes glimmering with dark intensity. He looked so unbelievably beautiful as he licked his lips. “You want me to undress you?” He asked, his voice calm and serious and warm. 

“Yes, Jinnie.” You whispered, placing his hands on the waistband of your sweats. 

“Here.” He said, as he bent down, dragging the garment with him, helping your feet out of the legs of your pyjamas while he stayed crouched at your feet. Standing up, he noticed the lack of underwear. “No panties?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and smirking slowly. 

“They were making me uncomfortable.” You explained, raising your arms as he took off your camisole. 

“And what about the bra?” He asked, immediately cupping your breasts and diving his face in between them, pressing heavy kisses on your breastbone. 

“I never wear it at home and you know it.” You stated matter-of-factly.

“Sometimes you do.” He said. 

“Never with my pyjamas.” You objected. 

He shrugged and kissed both your nipples gingerly. “My turn?” He said, raising his arms. 

You slipped your hand under his tank top, dragging it up with your nails, his hands landing on your ass. 

“You’re on fire tonight, Jinnie.” You teased. He had become more passionate with time, warming up to you and your kinkier needs, discovering domination and all the connected disciplines. He had learned a lot — most importantly that having sex with you was just as good and perfect as making love to you — which had come as a revelation to him and a blessing to you. 

Still, sometimes you wished you hadn't set the beast inside him free, since he could be the most demanding, exhausting lover you could ever imagine. 

He caught your wrists, stopping your hands from tugging down his slacks and underwear together. “You don't want it?” He asked, suddenly serious. 

You thought about it. You were tired and your eyes felt droopy after six hours in front of the television. “I'm just surprised. I didn't know you had been craving it like this.” You explained. “I would have helped you out if I had known.”

He pushed your wrists down, dragging his trousers too in the process. “I wanted to take our time. Make it something big, festive.” He said just as you kneeled to take his pants off, his half hard cock springing free. 

“If you want, we can put a ribbon on your dick and there you go, 'big and festive'.” You joked, already trying to get your mouth on his length. 

He chuckled and your heart filled with happiness as his joy manifested. You love making him laugh. 

“I have an idea.” He announced suddenly with a serious face as he took a step back, stopping your naughty endeavour. 

“Your ideas scare me. And no, we're not doing the pinwheel thing again. I still have to emotionally recover from that.” You said.  

His mind went back to that evening. It had been almost ten days. “You looked so pretty, though.”

“I just need a bit before we go there again.” You explained.

“This conversation is not over, let me just go grab a thing,” He said, wrapping a towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom. In the meantime you closed the tap, getting ready to dip your toes in. 

“Don't go in just yet.” He said, entering the room just in time. He placed two small objects on the bathroom counter. “Come here, please.” He said. “I think this could work, but I'm not sure.”

You took a few steps, your frame standing naked in front of him. God, he wanted you in so many ways. Your grace and finesse and selfish sexuality, all enslaved to his pleasure. He wanted that. He wanted to use you for his pleasure and drive you completely insane as he did so. He wanted you to live your pleasure through his. He wanted your soul, your body, your big eyes staring at him, and your cunt dripping all over him. 

Later, he told himself. 

He turned and picked up the tiny accessories from the bathroom sink. “These cannot go underwater, Angel. If they do, they might lose the vacuum effect and release your pretty buds.” He bent down to your left nipple, cupping the underside of your breast to bring it closer to your mouth. He suckled on it a little, his hand cupping your mound, teasing a wetness that he seemed to evoke simply with his attention towards you. Parting from your breast with a loud sucking noise, he used both his hands to fix the small nipple pump around your small protuberance, keeping the cylinder firm as he twisted a small screw on top of the cylinder which regulated the amount of pressure inside the cup. 

He repeated the same procedure on the other nipple, after he laved it with wide, lush licks. “It would have been lovely to put one on your clit, but I'm not sure it could hold.” He kissed your sternum. “Plus, I shouldn't spoil your pretty cunt from the very start.” He bent to your ear. “You've got to earn yourself heaven, Angel.” He smiled innocently and winked before standing up straight. 

You frowned and took a step back before noticing the way the towel was still draped around his hips and sat a bit awkwardly around his growing cock. 

Smirking, you tugged at it, leaving him naked. He lifted an eyebrow before sporting a lop-sided grin. “Don’t make me put you on your knees, Angel.”

“What if I wanted you to do just that?” You asked, stepping closer, dragging your nails down his thigh. 

“In the tub. Now.” He ordered. 

“You won’t even let me kiss it?” You asked, batting your lashes at him. 

“Later. Maybe.” He said, looking at your breasts and licking his lips. “Get in the tub, Angel.” He repeated, more gently. You hugged him and you were suddenly reminded of the small suction cups as they collided with Jin’s chest. 

Holding your waist, he started taking small steps to his destination, leading you as you walked backwards. “I want to relax with you first. Talk about some stuff.” He stated softly. 

You simply nodded, just a small part of you growing alarmed at his statement regarding “talking about stuff”. You trusted him and your relationship was solid. There was nothing to be worried about. 

He stopped you just shy of the tub, entering and holding your hand as he helped you in, sitting down first and making you settle between his legs. His hands immediately moved under your breasts, supporting them to avoid the cups getting underwater. “There we go, my love.” He murmured gently. “So what happened with the pinwheel? Would you like to talk about it? Did I cross a line?” He asked. 

Truth is, Seokjin has learned a lot. From being a novice, he had become an upper-intermediate in terms of domination and punishments. If you asked him, he would say that half of his improvements were because of the excellent communication that the two of you had built. Moments like this, where you simply connected and recollected events together weren’t rare at all. He would ask you for suggestions and improvements, he would question you about what had gone wrong and what you would like to explore further. 

“I think that at a certain moment you snapped? And the riding crop was… too much. I was so focused on the tiny feel of the pinwheel that the crop was all too sudden and...I couldn’t stand it.”

His body was finally warm at your back. He slowly let go of your chest, making sure that the cups wouldn’t submerge as he stretched to dry his hands with a towel, only to fix your hair on top of your head, trying to make sure that they didn't get wet. “You used your safeword a couple times but you didn’t stop. Why?” He asked. 

“I used our yellow. To slow down.” You recalled. 

He hummed in confirmation. 

“I liked your attitude. I wanted you to keep going, even though the scene was a bit harsh.” You explained. 

“Was I too harsh?” He asked delicately, his hands going back to your breasts, massaging the heavy underside. The dry pull at your nipples made you clench the inner walls of your entrance, and you could almost sense the wetness already forming inside, 

“A few times. When you hit the spot where the pinwheel had just been. Especially on my breasts. And crotch.” You explained trying to keep your composure but failing, throwing your head against his shoulder and huffing out his name. 

His hands were teasing in that skilled, knowledgeable way he knew, like you were his harp and he was playing you with the most delicate stimulation. With his thumbs he was drawing lines that moved from the perimeter of each breast to its nipple, like rays of an inverted sun, going from the outskirts to the centre. Your skin grew more and more sensitive, with blood blooming to the surface, summoned both by the suction on your nipple and by his delicate touches. The arousal, only adding onto the vicious circle, made your heartbeat faster, fatefully increasing the amount of fresh blood running under the skin skimmed by his fingers, in an endless game of chase where all you did was run in circles around pleasure, without ever a true chance of reaching it. 

“Are they getting sensitive, my love?” He asked, his hands continuing with their pattern even as your hands dove underwater to grip his knees. Anything that could anchor you down and keep you from moving like a flame to his wind. 

“What are your intentions? Do you want to play?” You asked. You knew he was tiptoeing around that fine line that divided your Jinnie, bright and playful and loving, to the dark and demanding master that he could become when in his worst behaviour. 

“I wanted to see if we can just… blur the line a little.” He asked, slightly doubtful. “I know that so far we have always discussed most things together and that has kept us this close.” He said, right when his hands went back to simply cupping your curves. 

He nuzzled his nose into the hair of your nape. You shivered slightly, just as his cock fluttered, trapped between his abdomen and your backside as he spooned you. “Tonight I thought we could keep all the rough stuff on the side and just… Have fun? Like, doing what we do but without me overpowering you and using you and all of that. I just want it to be light. And fun. Light like when we make love and fun like when we play.” Jin asked, frowning as he realised just how strange and confused hus request was. 

“You want the sex without the domination.” You rephrased before he nodded simply. “That is fine to me.” You agreed. 

“I mean, I might still take control. I have the strange feeling I will. Like I will completely ignore this conversation and turn Godzilla on you.”

You shrugged. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy him doing that. Actually, it’s what he did best. Not that the rest wasn’t nice. Quite the opposite. But if his vanilla was ten out of ten, his… So to say… Beast mode… Well, that was an eleven. 

“Jinnie, baby. It’s your birthday, love.” You said. “Well, not really your birthday birthday, but it’s you that we’re celebrating. You know I support you whatever you do. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.” You stated coolly.

“But you promise you won’t say yes when you want to say no only because it’s my birthday?” He asked, and you could almost hear the small pout in his voice, 

“No birthday privilege can push me through my hard limits, Jinnie.” You reassured him. 

“Cool.” He stated. 

“Cool.” You echoed. 

“Will you wash my hair, please?” He asked, kissing your temple. 

You smiled, falling in love all over again, head to toe, in that precise second. You turned your head, looking at him from over your shoulder. “Of course.” You turned around fully, facing him, kneeling between his legs as he moved closer to the middle of the tub. His hands immediately moved to your waist, touching it as if he was moulding the thin neck of a vase. 

“You’re very handsy tonight.” You noticed as you drew the small shower head close to his head, placing your hand at his hairline to make sure that he wouldn’t get water in his eyes. 

“I…” He began, however he found himself speechless. He didn’t really have any reasons other than wanting you. He didn’t quite understand how it was that this craving of his had appeared so sudden and intense. He didn’t know what made it so different from the other times. He was just… So needy. It felt right. So right, to cross some boundaries tonight, to go the extra mile — miles, even — to please you. He just needed to see you come apart in his arms. Maybe he needed a confirmation? Yes, he needed to know that he was going in the right direction. But he also just wanted to have fun. To feel young. To feel that teenage frenzy that had never possessed him. 

Because he felt envious. Sometimes. Of the way the others seemed to live sex as this possessing and at the same time liberating experience that seemed to just cleanse them from all the frustration of rehearsals and performances and shows and everything. Of the way Hoseok waltzed in all fresh and loose-limbed, five minutes late on Saturday morning. Of the dizzy smile Taehyung had that morning when Lace slept at their place. Of the way Yoongi randomly disappeared every now and then, only to come back with bruises on his neck and this lazy and sated look on his face. And of the way Namjoon was always so energised and productive till the late hours after Vixen left his studio in bright red stilettos and a fancy — and suspicious — raincoat. 

They were the ones who could barely hide it. Jimin and Guk normally were more discreet. Except the little one had unnerving ego boosts every time he came back from weekends with Candy. And Jimin’s brattier side seemed always asleep once Princess had had her sweet way with him. 

He wanted to be relaxed and careless and arrogant, just like that. 

He kept thinking, where was the trick? What was it that made it that good? Was he doing something wrong?

Curious about his long long silence, you reckoned he was worrying over something. “What is it?”

He hesitated a couple seconds before his eyebrows knitted together in a focused expression. “What do you think it is that makes sex good?” He asked. “Perfect, even.”

You smiled and frowned, confused. “Why are you asking?”

“You know that relaxed, easy feel you have afterwards, when you’re just… Like, feeling hazy and all of that.”

You giggled and poured some shampoo on your palm, foaming it up before beginning to massage it into his scalp. “I guess it’s hormones.” You said, shrugging. 

“Yeah, but… I don’t know. I’ve never felt that relaxed.” He said. “Of course I like what we do, and it’s not that what we’ve had so far isn’t good, but when the guys get laid it shows. Like, really really shows.”

Your eyebrows shot up, as you sat straighter, using your fingertips to scratch the crown of his head. He moaned, “right there”, and whined as you kept rubbing the spot with a knowing smirk. As his eyes opened slightly, he found your tits right in front of his face, at which he placed his forehead on your sternum dragging his face side to side, nuzzling into your breasts. 

You laughed. “But it does show, when you get laid.” You moved your hand behind his ears, still checking for any leftovers of hairspray or hair gel. 

“Really? How?”

“It’s subtle. You don’t boast about this stuff. But it shows.” You said, rubbing his scalp, just shy of his forehead, where most of the hairstyling had happened. You knew that having his hair lifted up like that over his face, showing the neat, broad expanse of his brow must have meant lots of hairspray and hair gel. “You walk straighter. Like you’re the king of the world. It’s like… In your spine. You scream ‘daddy material’ with your whole posture. You get even sexier than normal. You don’t notice it maybe, but you laugh more easily and you let yourself rest a little. That’s how it looks.”

Rinsing his hair, you let the water push it back, out of his forehead, which you admired for only a second before focusing on getting all the suds away from his hair. Once happy with the results, you closed the tap to the shower head, placing the tool back on its prop. You admired the smooth extent of clear skin under your eyes, his brow glimmering with water droplets. Bending down, you placed small kisses on it, making sure that not an inch went unkissed or unloved. “But maybe I should show you how it feels to really let go, to get that loose.” 

He kissed your mole, right under your breast and slowly worked his way up, towards your caged nipple. “How does that work?”

You caught his head in your arms, cradling it. “Let me take care of that.” You suggested delicately, just as he teased the suction cup with his nose. The movement caused a shift in the flesh, a fresh wave of arousal washing over you. His wide, brown eyes stared into you, obviously knowing what that reaction must have meant. His hands tentatively caressed the back of your thighs, from your knees to the curve of your ass, slithering between your legs and pushing you forward, making you straddle his lap. This time he ran the tip of his thumb around the base of the cup, making your eyes roll back.

“What about you? Who’ll take care of you?” He asked, lightly patting the underside of your breasts before moving to firmer, slapping motions. 

You lost your mind. 

You let your hips fall, meeting the flesh of his cock and grinding against it. Penetration was a foolish thought at the current situation, but grinding? Yes, please.

Plus, the moment you heard Jin’s groan when you pressed him to your belly, you knew tonight was the night you would finally drive him over the edge. You knew that when he ventured into scenes with you, in the end he was relaxed, but he was still struggling with that sense of guilt that after a few months had significantly reduced, but was still there, on a smaller extent. And when he made love to you, he never really went to the end of it, refusing to let himself loose to make sure that you were completely taken care of. 

But tonight it was you taking care of him. And you would not let him go until you had sucked him dry. Rubbing yourself against him, you let your hand into his hair and direct his mouth to your other breast, where he pressed his tongue against your curves, shifting the weight of them around. It was such a strange feeling to feel the very base of your boobs so affected by a simple, superficial teasing. It was like the motionless emptiness inside the vacuumed cup only found its true value when the flesh underneath it was moved, like the sudden rush of blood caused by movement was what kept the fire burning. 

“I wanna taste you.” You murmured, your lips hovering over his. 

“You wanna kiss me or…?” He asked, looking at you with hooded eyes. He looked beautiful and lustful. 

You realised only in that moment that you hadn’t really kissed him, if not for small pecks and gentle brushing of lips. That you had been naked, fairly horny, in a bathtub for the last thirty minutes, and you hadn’t even kissed. 

Cupping his cheeks, you dove for his lips, both your and his mouth hanging open waiting for your tongues to meet and intertwine. You pressed even harder into him, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth, giving a little flick with the tip to his lower lip before conquering the whole cavity of his cheeks and palate with wide, slow sweeps. 

He reckoned none of his exes had ever kissed him like this. Like he was one of their possessions. Like he belonged to you and you were simply claiming your right to his mouth and every other part of his body. 

You were the best kisser, especially with the way your hands moved on his face and hair and shoulders, kneading into the tense skin until he was like putty in your hands, until he was feeling nothing but the way you moved on his lap, your hips gyrating on him. “I want out.” He said, slightly drawing back from the kiss. “Let’s get out of the tub.” 

You cupped his jaw and with your thumb, you played with his lower lip. How round and firm it felt, so plump and full. Ignoring him, you simply bent down and bit on it with small nibbles, using only your front teeth to test the density and texture of the flesh. 

It was just inhumanely thick. You reluctantly parted from his mouth, looking him in the eye, only to move your gaze downward, to inspect how reddened and abused his lower lip looked after your rough treatment. 

His hands slid on your wet skin, the water barely resisting his movements as he moved his hands from your waist to the small of your back, finally resting on your ass, gripping it aggressively. In reply, you bent to his neck, closing your lips around the indentation of his collarbone, feeling it with your teeth. 

The breathy moan that resulted made you so proud — and so aroused. 

“Let’s get out. I wanna...” He moaned as you wrapped your hands around his wrists, leading his palms to your breasts, silently telling him to go back to the gentle massage that complements the heaviness of your bosom and the suction on your nipples, now so acute that it almost resembled a pinching sensation. 

You went back to his mouth, still grinding on him, just as he tightened the suction cups even harder on your left nipple, his large palm and fingers holding your flesh as he kept the cup firm with his thumb and forefinger, the other hand spinning the small screw increasing the pressure. “Too tight?” He asked on your lips. 

You simply shook your head no, diving back to his lips. 

He did the same on your other nipple, your lips parting in a shameless mewl as your clit rubbed with one perfect stroke against his shaft, running through the whole length of it. “Jin.”

“For the love of god, Angel. Please, let’s get out of here.” He spoke with a voice so gruff he had to clear up his throat before he could speak smoothly. “I can’t get inside you like this.”

You kept moving against him, hoping for some relief. “Please.”

He shook his head. “If you let go of me we can get out and do this properly. I can’t do what I want in here.”

“And what is it that you want?” You teased, your hands sliding down his chest and dipping underwater to toy with his hard sex. 

“Let me go and I’ll show you.”

Pouting, a bit reluctant, you removed yourself from his lap, looking at him as he stood up in front of you. The position was interesting: you kneeling in the tub while he stood in front of you. 

Your mind screamed blowjob and you had no reasonable counterarguments to that, still he stopped you with a hand to your cheek. 

“Not here, love. Too risky.” He said, referring to the chances of slipping. He stepped out of the tub, his feet landing on the soft towel he had laid on the ground as he stretched to grab another towel to dry himself up. 

Yes, you did stare at his ass as he did so, looking at the taut muscle of his glute and letting your eyes slide further down, to the straight column of his thigh. 

As he stood up straight, he quickly dried himself wrapping the towel high on his waist, to try and hide his raging hard on, just a little. The lights of the bathroom were just a bit too bright and he felt a bit wary, even though he understood you had seen him naked and turned on so many times. 

Noticing his discomfort you sauntered out of the tub, walking to the mirror and switching on the small light, shortly before heading to the door and switching off the light on the ceiling. 

The atmosphere was suddenly completely different. It felt quiet and intimate. Right, even. 

“Better?” You asked Jin, walking towards him. 

He nodded with a grateful expression. “Yeah. Thank you.” He hugged you to him, frowning a bit at the sensation of the cups against his chest. “Do they hurt? Want me to take them off?” He asked, untucking the towel and looping it around the two of you, dragging you impossibly closer. 

“No, I think I can handle it.” You replied. You weren’t new to nipple play. Jin simply loves playing with your tits and he had all kinds of vicious devices to do so, the suction cups being arguably his favourite. You knew that this was just the beginning: cups and clamps and tweezers were only a way of sensitising. This was a mere appetizer to the whole meal that was about to come. Once your breasts felt heavy, sensitive and delicate, he would feast on them, licking them, biting them and using his tongue to tease them as he sucked your pert nipples into his mouth with slow and strong drags. He would knead them, his big hands covering them entirely and squeezing them with attentive rolls of his fingers. 

But for now he was simply staring at you, his eyelids low. He looked relaxed. 

Your hands wrapped around his torso, slowly working their way down his back. “May I start with my gift?” You blinked at him seducingly as you tried to kneel, your hands reaching the upper curve of his behind.

“Wait. Your knees.” He said, blushing before helping you up, gently inviting you to join him on the small, plush rug in front of the sinks. “Here. It should feel better.”

You looked at him with glimmering eyes. “You just worried about my knees?”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Isn’t that a given?” He asked, hesitant. “We can do it on the floor if you prefer.” He suggested, dubious. 

You shook your head, smiling. “I just want to blow you ten times harder.”

He smirked, leaning against the counter and giggling as he observed you licking your lips and slowly lowering yourself on the carpet. Dragging your nails against his abdomen you checked on him quickly. “Is it too cold in here for you?”

Temperature always made him sensitive. “No, it’s nice.” He said, his hands combing your hair back as you kissed his thighs. 

“Good.” You replied, your hand flying to his thick erection, swallowing his tip straight away. 

“Warn me Angel, would you, goodness — Fuck!” He swore as you started bobbing your head straight away. You knew there was no way you could swallow him, so you simply focused on sucking him hard enough and using your hand to compensate for what your mouth couldn’t do. 

Using your drool on him as lubricant, you dragged your palm around the base, wrapping your fingers around him, your thumb and middle fingers barely meeting, and tugging at him energetically, making the muscles of your hands twitch around him, trying to mimick the contractions of your cunt on him, going hard and fast straight away, your goal making him cum as many times as possible. 

“Angel, love. Slow down, you’re gonna — Ah!” His sentence was interrupted by your hand coming to his balls, gently massaging them in an attempt to make him completely forget about words and anything that wasn’t your mouth on him. 

You dared look up, his throat taut and his head thrown back in pleasure, his hips thrusting into you, his hands toying with your hair lovingly. “So good.” He said as you sank down some more on him, two thirds of him into your mouth. You lasted a couple more seconds before coming up for air. 

“Is it relaxing enough?” You asked, extending the strokes of your hand to the tip, working your right thumb over the frenulum and the slit, rubbing it carefully while your left hand took care of the shaft. 

He simply moaned in response, thrusting into your fist, patting your hair, trying to keep himself from leading your mouth back on him.  

You smiled, “Has your birthday gift been satisfactory so far?” You asked with a grin. 

“Absolutely.” He replied with his breathing ragged, his voice hoarse, his vowels dragged a bit long as he spoke slowly, carefully, struggling to put the syllables together. 

“We’re all about customer satisfaction.” You replied, smiling innocently as he looked down at you. You licked your lips and kept the eye contact as you brought his tip to your mouth, smearing a small pearl of precum on the seam of your lips, before letting your tongue dart out and lick the salty liquid smeared on your lower lip. And next you licked him, noticing how his eyes blew wide with marvel and curiosity, only to flutter close with arousal and pleasure. 

With renewed excitement you sank on him as far as it would go, knowing that even though you were paying attention he was too thick for your teeth not to get in the way with a gentle scratch. Still, you sucked him hard, until he reached the back of your mouth, almost choking on him when you went a bit too fast. Your eyes watered but you went on enthusiastically, helping yourself with your hand. 

It was almost too easy. A small squeeze of his balls, matched with a tight downward thrust and his fingers curled into your hair, while the other hand flew away, gripping the sink hard to keep himself from pushing too deep into your mouth. With small, shallow thrusts — completely opposed to the sheer force and pressure he was exercising on his fists —, he fucked your mouth as gently as he could, in true gentleman fashion. No matter how crude and animalistic the action was, he managed to be so gentle throughout all of it, looking so beautiful as he slowly came undone, his legs giving out partly as you detached your mouth from him, only when he had spilt all he had. His knees gradually bent as he slid down against the counter and sank to the floor, on his knees, right in front of you. 

His mouth joined yours absentmindedly for a couple kisses, tender and light. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking at your reddened eyes and flushed cheeks. He ran his thumbs down the wet tracks of your tears. “That was… excellent.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I need you to lay down, Angel.”

You looked at him, blinking blankly. “Here?” You asked. 

He bent to kiss your neck, suckling at it a little. “Wanna move to bed?”

You shook your head. “I was just surprised.” Following his previous command, you sat on your hip and laid down, your back resting on the plush, cream rug, your legs bent and your knees placed together while the soles of your feet were still planted on the ground. 

Crawling, he moved to your feet, holding your calves and making you part your legs. 

Your eyes inspected his torso as he crawled on top of you. He bent down and kissed your forehead. “Is it cold?” He asked. 

You shook your head. 

Nice, he thought, sitting on his heels before his hands moved to your chest. “Let’s take these off, yeah?” He murmured gently as he unscrewed the system tightening the cup to your nipple before stretching to place it on top of the sink. He moved to the other breast, removing it faster this time, as if he were impatient. “Now let’s reward my little Angel.” He smiled at you kindly and that was the moment you knew you were done for. He was going to use you. He had that intense expression that always formed on his face when he played with you, using you for his pleasure. Scooting away from your inner thighs, he made space for his torso, looking at you as he licked a thick, slow stripe up against your slit, reaching your clit, sucking your arousal off your folds and into his mouth, savouring it with small, quiet clicks of his tongue against his palate. “I’m going to place it here.” He said, drawing a circle around your clit. 

You nodded like a madwoman, lifting yourself onto your elbows to look at him as he parted your labia, drawing a loose spiral around your clit before placing the cup there, giving just a couple spins on the screw, leaving the pressure fairly mild, but still securing a solid grip. 

The sensation was strange, like having your clit tugged but without being touched. Your hips shifted slightly as you got used to the feeling. “How is it?” He asked, attentive. 

“Strange. New. Overall good.” You replied, offering him feedback. 

“Good. Now, let me use these.” He murmured before placing his forearms beside each of your sides, leaning down to finally kiss your right nipple, then your left one, gingerly. 

“Baby,” you moaned slowly, as he shifted his weight again, trying to find a comfortable position to free his hands and place them on you. Balancing his weight on his thighs, he finally managed to place his palms on the flushed skin of your chest, kneading the full curves of it, while his fingers tweaked the two peaks. “Seokjin.”

“Yes, my Angel?” He replied, softer now that you’d spoken his full name. 

“It feels so good.” You murmured quietly, eyes closing as your inner muscles contracted, your clit responding to the suction and to the tightening of your inner walls. 

“Keep touching them for me, will you, love?” He asked, at which you frowned, confused, almost ready to ask why when you noticed his hands moving to the suction cup, adding a couple spins before he placed his hands on his length. 

“Is it okay?” He asked, giving a tentative pump. 

Once more you tried lifting yourself up to look at him, your brow furrowing when you didn’t feel him entering you. He looked so beautiful, with his dark, thick eyebrows knitted together, quivering whenever a wave of pleasure rolled down his spine, making his hips undulate forward seducingly. 

While your left forearm kept your torso up, your right hand was free to roam over your chest, massaging your right breast with slow tugs drawing all the blood to the peak, for which Jin bent down, his mouth eager to complete your hand’s ministration. 

“I’m close again.” He said, with a half delighted, half desperate snicker. His mouth parted wider, his lips settling around your puffy areola, where the cup had left a slight indentation. Freeing your left arm from below you, you tried down as gently as you could. 

“Cum on me.” You said, throwing your head back, showing him the fine column of your neck. 

He kept rubbing his lips against your sensitive skin as he spoke. “We just washed, you sure?” 

“We’ll need to rinse once we’re done with this just the same.” You replied, your hand dipping into his damp hair, pushing his mouth against your boob.

“I love you.” He mouthed before sucking your neglected nipple shortly but intensely. He struggled a bit as he straddled your waist. “I wanna...” He began, before you placed your hands on his hips, pushing him down, making him rest his ass on your stomach, his weight held up mostly by his thighs in an attempt not to squish you. Immediately you took his erection between your breasts, using the slight sheen of wetness left from the bath to help him slide. You knew you had little time before it dried up and everything got uncomfortable. Pressing your boobs together, you matched the long, powerful strokes of his hips, just as his moans started getting higher and higher in pitch, shorter and more desperate, the air in his lungs suddenly feeling not enough. His breath was so shallow when he thrusted out of the small cage of your breasts, his hand moving so, so fast before his left palm landed beside of your head, on the floor, holding him up as he came all over your breasts, whining weakly as he spilled messily, his release reaching your chin and cheek with the first spurt while the others landed more controlledly on your chest and stomach, his hand still milking his cock weakly before he stopped. 

His eyes opened just in time to see you collect his cum from your cheek with your fingertip, his ears feeling very hot as you brought the liquid to your lips, cleaning your digit. Next, you lolled your tongue out, trying to reach for the rest of it on your chin and at the corner of your mouth. 

Carefully, he tried to stand up, helping himself with the counter nearby. Once he was on his feet, as steady as he could be, he wet a corner of the towel under the tap, sitting at your side to clean you up. 

“I’ll be very forward now, Angel.” He said, cleaning your cheek and your chin before moving down between your breasts, dabbing the towel against the stain before swiping away what was left. “I really wanna pound into you on this tiny rug in our lovely bathroom, but if you prefer, we can move to the bedroom anytime you want.” He explained. 

You looked at him like you weren’t even sure it was your Seokjin kneeling at your side, your eyes wide as saucers. “Excuse me. You’re the same boy who thought that birthday sex was rose petals, champagne, silk sheets, dimmed lights and background music?”

It was his turn to stare at you with wide eyes. “Did you want that?” 

He had fucked up. He was already thinking what to do to fix the situation, trying to imagine what he could do to offer you the whole—

“For the love of god, no. Rail me on the bathroom rug. Please.” You begged, wide eyed and needy, especially when — squeezing your thighs together — you were reminded of the accessory between your legs. 

He laughed vivaciously before throwing the towel away, grabbing your knees and making you part them. 

“You wanna be railed on the bathroom rug?” He asked, teasing you. 

“Yes, sir.” You replied, playful, but also taunting his dormant dominant side. 

“How naughty.” He said, splaying his hand on your crotch, his palm snug against your hole while his fingers parted around your clit, the cup sitting between his middle and ring finger. As he settled, kneeling between your bent legs, he applied some pressure, arousing you just like that. “Is that your idea of birthday sex? Getting railed?” He said. 

He loved the word. Because it was literally that. Raw and crude and fast. And it drives you insane, which, subsequently, drives him insane. 

“I forgot it’s your idea of any kind of sex.” His hand started sliding a few millimetres back and forth, mimicking the sensation of skin brushing against skin like when he moved into you, his pelvis stimulating the outer parts of your sex while his cock plunged deep into you, giving you something thick and long to squeeze with your inner muscles. 

“Because you’re dirty like that, uh?” He asked, using his left hand to titillate the cup, the sudden movement causing your clit to shift and your kegels to twitch a few times. 

“I’m your dirty angel.” You said, wetness pouring out of your cunt and meeting his palm, suddenly slipping against you. 

“You are.” He murmured appreciatively. “Let’s see how long it takes for my Angel to get ready for me.” He said, placing his left forefinger on top of the screw of the suction cup and pushing it around, leading your clit in small circular movements, while his right fingers and palm retracted and, in one fine sleight of hand, his index and middle finger slipped inside you. 

“Jin!” You screeched, the invasion too sudden and thorough. 

“Don’t worry, my darling angel. I’m just warming you up.” He said with dark eyes, lifting an eyebrow before scissoring his fingers inside. 

“So good.” You babbled, your eyes crossing and rolling shut, enjoying the tugging, sucking feeling on your clit, mixed with the slight circular tugs, and then the filling, pumping and spreading sensation of his fingers moving inside. “It’s too good.”

“I know, Angel.” He pressed a kiss to your knee. “It’s too good for little demons like you.” He tugged at the cup a couple times, until it miserably unlocked and fell off. 

“No.” You cried out weakly. 

“Oh, you prefer the cup to my mouth?” He asked, stopping his transition as he was trying to bring his head close to your lap. 

“No. I want your mouth. Please. Use your mouth.” You begged, just as he grinned and bent down, catching your clit with his lips and licking it heavily. The wet feel of his tongue after the dry, vacuum feeling of the toy was exquisite. 

“Just another finger, darling.” He said, extracting his digits and rubbing his ring finger up and down your slit, coating it in wetness before he pushed three together and placed them on your entrance, sliding them in slowly. 

A slow, quiet cry accompanied his movement, from the moment he slipped the tip in to the moment his knuckles met your flesh. “There you go, Angel. Better get used to it, I’ll give you a couple minutes.” He warned you, before he began tentatively massaging your inner walls with his fingertips, with tiny pumping motions, while at the same time kissing the apex of your labia. 

“In, please, now Jin.” You begged. 

“You sure?” He asked, parting from your clit hesitantly. 

You nodded energetically. “Please.” You repeated, parting your legs further. 

Following your lead, he moved his forearm beside your head to prop himself up, his hand pulling out and landing on his erection. He hoped he would last just one more round. Doing multiples like this was not his thing anymore. He snickered. 

“What is it?” You asked, looking up at him with a confused glance. 

“Just considering that I’m not a teenager anymore. Three rounds is… wow. Long time no see.” He murmured, blushing a little, but still opening up about his fleeting thoughts. 

You laughed underneath him. “Indeed.” You said. You considered things a little. “You need more time, love? It’s absolutely okay, you know? It’s late, you’re tired, it’s been a long day.” You said, trying to show him you understood him and there was nothing wrong. 

“Don’t worry love,” He said, kissing your neck as he dragged his tip against your slit. “I’m not that old yet.” He said, smirking as he sank in with one slow, thorough stroke. 

“Oh my god, Jin, yes.” You moaned as he bottomed out. His hand parted from his sex and reached your mouth, his wet fingers sliding past your lips and laying flat on your tongue. “To help you keep quiet.” He said, before he pulled out and slammed violently into you. 

Your muffled cry echoed in the room as he stilled for a second, drawing out slowly before thrusting back in forcefully. 

“Like this?” He asked, breath strained as he held himself up. “Wanna be railed like this?”

You shook your head no teasingly, at which he he removed the fingers in your mouth, letting you speak. “Faster, harder.”

He stared into your eyes as he was buried deep inside you. “Then you better keep quiet Angel, because I need both arms for leverage.”

You nodded. 

“Legs around my waist, or bend them to your chest and spread them. You choose.” He suggested, settling in his position. 

You crossed your ankles behind his back without second thought. 

“You good like that, darling?” He asked, using his hand to cup your cheek, at which you nodded, observing his face, the way his hair had almost completely dried by now, how flushed he looked, how his eyelids looked heavy and his eyes lust fuelled and intense. You had no other adjective to describe them but ‘intense’. 

“Yes, Jin.” You replied, anchoring your hands on his shoulders. 

“Nice.” He said before giving a small stroke, drawing out only partly and then sinking in again. 

You bit your lip and gave a small grunt. 

“Love you, Angel.” He murmured, running his thumb against your cheekbone. 

And like that, he gave up on his human side and set the beast free. His pace was wild, the crude sound of thighs meeting thighs, his crotch slapping against your lap and belly, your breasts bouncing wildly at each of his attacks. 

It all unravelled quickly. The sense of fullness inside you and, at the same time, his cock stretching your walls repeatedly and furiously, punching your cervix, and rubbing against your g-spot so deliriously: it was all too much. 

“Cumming. Jin, love, I’m— Please.” And with a broken plea you let yourself come undone for him. 

And he resisted. 

It was tough, but the two previous highs had somehow dulled the edge and he managed to outlive the tight squeezing of your inner muscles. 

You were still fucked out when he decided to keep going, enjoying the tightness of your cunt after the orgasm, his hand connecting with the back of your knee, holding it up by his side as he pinned you down, studying your blissful expression before attacking his lips to your left nipple, sucking it. “Touch yourself.” He growled as he felt his end nearing. 

“Too much.” You whimpered, screeching. 

“Touch yourself.” He growled again, not allowing any opposition. 

And like that you obeyed, crying out as your abused, sensitive clit was met by your digit, rubbing it weakly. 

“Close. Make yourself cum, Angel.” He ordered gruffly, his voice hoarse and cavernous, oh so serious in his commandeering tone. 

“Trying.” You replied, huffing out a stressed breath.

“Faster.” He said, hiking your leg higher up, bending it all the way to your shoulder. 

You complied. 

His teeth sank at the crook of your neck. “More.” He said, his hips moving in a harsh staccato, taking a small pause between one plunge and the next. 

“Not cumming without you. Quick, Angel.” He growled. 

He shifted his weight on his other arm, freeing his left and using it to help your other knee up to your shoulder. 

His cock felt enormous inside you now that the bent legs made him meet the last few untouched spots inside your cunt. “Fuck, fuck Jin, quick.” You cried out, completely shocked by how deep you could feel it. He arched off of you, pressing even harder against your cervix. 

He felt the shift immediately. The wetness left from your previous high and the tightness due to the new position made him shut his eyes tight. 

“Jin, please. Hard and fast. please.” You cried out, desperate. 

And he delivered. 

You lasted maybe a minute before your eyes rolled shut, head thrown back, all your erogenous zones on fire. Your hand shot away from your clit, your breathing stopping out of the blue, your ears suddenly unsensitive to any stimulus, the twitching of your thighs and the trembling of your calves turning into an earthquake before stopping entirely. You froze. 

And then Jin’s hand moved between your legs, rubbing your clit a few more times as he delivered the last few strokes, hard and punishing. 

Crying out, you threw your hands against him, trying to remove him from your clit, but he fought harder, determined on seeing you toss and thrash below him. 

Which you did. 

The overstimulation was cruel and drew tears to your eyes, your mouth moving, forming words that your ears couldn’t fully comprehend as your legs shook violently again, your hands gripping his shoulders, sinking your nails in, before slapping at them. 

You were just a body spasming against his. Nothing more. 

You had no control over yourself. 

And Jin hadn’t either. 

You collapsed on the rug, trying to open your eyes in vain. 

Jin’s body fell on top of yours, pulling out of you delicately. The moment he didn’t hear your protest, he worried. “You okay, my love?” He asked. “Too far?”

He only heard your small grunt. 

That made him proud. Fucking you into complete exhaustion was yet a feat he had to accomplish. He could tick a new box on his list. Still, he had to check on you. “I need to hear your voice, my darling Angel.” He said urgently and sweetly. 

“Jinnie?” You called weakly. 

“Yes, love.” He replied, caressing your cheek. 

“What…?” You asked.

“I think your nerves went in a bit of an overload.” He suggested, giggling. “You looked like you were feeling very, very good.”

“I was.” You moaned, wrapping yourself around him. 

“Is it a good idea to get a quick shower before we go to bed?” He asked. “Are you feeling strong enough for that?” He asked you, kissing your mouth. 

“I might need to move very slowly and be assisted through it.” You said before chuckling.

“Was it a nice birthday railing?” He asked, rolling on his side and sitting up. He was happy the bathroom had floor heating. 

“Very nice.” You replied, sitting up yourself. Looking down you bit your lip. “We’ll have to wash the rug.”

He shrugged. “Later. Now let me take care of my little freak.” 

And just like that, you were in the shower, washing it all off before he carried you to bed. 

He wasn’t sure what made it work, but he did feel relaxed. Accomplished even. He had had beautiful, kinky, rough sex with his girlfriend, with no sense of guilt, no pent up anger, no hard feelings. He felt like he wasn’t really sleeping with you in your room. He felt like you and him were floating on cloud nine, bathing in warmth and moonlight. 

It felt like poetry. 

He kissed your temple and settled you in front of him, spooning you. “Goodnight, my Angel.” He mouthed against your neck. 

You snuggled into his embrace. “Happy late birthday, baby. Goodnight.”

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[unoriginalias]

The Fox.

The hospital was quiet. The echoed footsteps of doctors moving between rooms and patients being wheeled close behind created a background symphony of regularity. No hall was special and no room seemed unique, the white washed walls blended together to form a maze of modern indifference. In the reception sat patients of varying urgancy ranging from minor illness to deep wounds. Even here, where no two injuries were the same, everyone seemed to blend together. James hated it.

As he looked at the faces he failed to differentiate each pathetic sack of flesh from another, their features blurring into what could only be described as a mask they all wore. The hooded figure stood to his feet and stretched, his joints cracking and popping in a sort of rebellious way. The only anonymity James had would be stripped as he removed his black and white hoodie, showing his face as clear as day to any surveillance cameras in the room. Things would get interesting very soon.

As he held his favourite piece of clothing in his arms he would fetch a box of approximately 1 metre of dental floss, looking over the object with a Cheshire grin. The hoodie would then disappear from his arms completely, having been teleported to a safe location while the dirty work was underway. Now the blonde headed boy was wearing nothing but a dirty pair of grey jeans and a black shirt. His wrists showed several sets of scars that ranged from weeks old to mere hours, all of them being quiet serious injuries in their own right. A nearby man who seemed to be suffering from the effects of a cold would witness the disappearance of the clothing and raise his eyes to meet James.

As the 60-70 year old veteran stood to his feet to peer around James for where his hoodie had gone his throat would be cut open, falling back into his seat spluttering for air. The man's hands clutched his throat tightly as he attempted to prevent himself from bleeding out, however he was only allowing his aged lungs to fill with his own juices to drown on. James of course reveled in his first kill of the night, hearing others scream as they examined the thump caused by the elderlys tragic fall. Above the man's soon to be twitching corpse hovered a string like length of floss, James arm outstretched as if commanding the telekinetically mobile object forth.

James next movements were much more focused on his personal sense of grandeur as his arms moved rhythmically. Outwardly it seemed as if he were slow dancing with the length of floss being his partner, each turn of his body and flick of his wrist resulting in his partner shooting forward and through the throat of an unfortunate father that had attempted to rush him. The orchestra of violent chaos played on in James mind as no individual was left unharmed, except those that happened to be close enough to the door to run. In a measly three minutes the crowded room of 50 people had been reduced to 46 corpses. James took a bow as his symphony grew to a close, hearing the echoed applause in his deluded mind. As he turned to revel in his kills he would find the drowning sobs of a child to fill the room. In James stupor he had almost completely missed his jugular and as such the boy was left to a slow and gruesome death. James frowned as he kneeled beside the child, his father already lying dead beside him. The Fox reached his hand out to carres the boys cheek, a small flinch being all he could muster with his life slowly draining. "Shhh, shhh. I am truly sorry your death must be so violent, little one. But believe me, it will be better on the other side." James would whisper comfortingly, his chesire smile never truly leaving his face. The boy seemed at least slightly calmed by the only humane gesture James had shown since beginning his spree.

This however was merely James not wanting the boy to ruin the sight of his death with his insufferable sobbing. If he were truly humane he would have blown the boys skull to bits to put him out of his misery. Instead he chose to play Saint and give him a less violent end. The first room had been cleared and his floss was now a bloodied useless mess and so James would have to resort to other methods of killing his victims. Approaching the counter he would stuff as many pens as possible into his pockets before flinging his arm outward as a pen made its way directly into the camera that had recorded his entire performance. His next move was to bust down the doors that seperated the reception from the rest of the hospital. A fireball erupted down the hall as it tore through the door and an unlucky doctor whom happened to be approaching the reception for his next patient.

His screams of agony alerted those within the rooms that jutted off the hall, patients and doctors alike jumping to see what had happened. A mother and her sniffling daughter would be instantly killed as a ball point pen passed through their brains while the doctor next to them instead had his spine and kidney speared. Another doctor in the opposite room quickly found a hole in her liver the size of an A 2B pencil. The man beside her however was not gifted the painless death the other two patients had as James pulls the construction worker forward telekinetically.

At the same time James twisted his hips towards the much larger man as he planted a downward haymaker into the side of his jaw. The man would fall to the ground beneath James as he pulled his fist back to deliver three more violent blows to his skull in rapid succession before the man could snap out of his shock. Once alert the construction worker had no problem overpowering the scrawny Fox and grabbing his throat tightly. They were then flipped as the man wildly dug his thumbs into James throat, crushing his windpipe. James did not attempt to pry the man's hands away from his throat, instead his hands began to glow a feint red. In an act of pure chaotic violence James superheated palms would press upward against the man's cheek and eyes, acting as a firebrand. The searing of flesh and screams of agony resounded as James held his grip even after the man had flailed backward against the wall. The screams continued for a minute or so until James had burned his way into the man's brain, feeling the gooey mess for a moment before allowing the corpse to slump down. The brain itself falling from its skull home.

James continued his rampage throughout the hospital with a trend of letting the patients have a quick death wherever possible while taking sick pleasure in the agony of anyone that worked there. Standing over a wide-eyed human pin cushion, James would marvel at his killing proficiency. However as he looked down he would suddenly be forced to become acquainted with a sword that had lodged itself into his back downwards. He would smile to himself before turning to face his attackers, narrowly avoiding another identical blade launched from a pentagram wielded by a masked individual. Two others stood at his side however one brandished two silenced pistols and the other simply wielded a dagger.

Demon hunters were the lowest form of magical mercenaries, gaining their abilities and proficiencies from killing or trading with demons. "This one's got some spunk, he doesn't seem to care about the blessed blades" the one welding demon magic would state through a voice filter. His gun toting partner raised a pistol to James head and a smirk could be felt under the mask. "Let's see how a good ol fashioned bullet to the brain works" she would joke before getting ready to pull the trigger. A shot would ring out through the room although James was now nowhere in sight, having completely disappeared from his previous position. The sword that had embedded itself in his back clanged against the floor as it had not been teleported with him. The armed demon hunter felt her muscles move without her controlling them, her pistols moving to rest against her own skull. James stood across the room with a scalpel forced into the temple of the third assailant, watching in glee as he forced the female to fire upon herself.

With no time to think the magic user would fire out a volley of summoned weaponry, James watching and analysing every action as he dodged the incoming projectiles. James deemed his opponent weak and drew in a deep breath as he activated his pyrokinetic abilities. Ready to breath out a cleansing gust of flame James would be interrupted by his opponent clenching his outstretched fist, as if grabbing something that wasn't there. This gesture was meant to recall the summoned weapons to their owner causing the swords that James had dodged to fly back and lodge themselves in his back. The Fox had become a porcupine in seconds.

James would keel over as his spine was now severed in several places, his lungs pierced and filling with blood. His opponent would quickly rush over to place his foot on James throat, moving him onto his side to assess whether or not he was a threat still. It was, however, obvious that James had sustained fatal injuries. The Fox would then outstretch his fingers towards the masked demon hunter, forming a finger gun. The demon hunter would watch the boys final display of honour, assuming the boy was merely hallucinating. A grin spreading over the fox's cheeks as he pulled his imaginary trigger.

The mercenaries head would explode like a watermelon hit with a pebble moving at the speed of sound, chunks of flesh going everywhere as James then allowed himself to die.

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The Magic Touch - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.3-1.5k words

Genre: smut, fluff, (Jimin’s and Jungkook’s are a bit angsty)

Rating: 18+

Hello there everyone! One day later, here I am, I’ll repeat my general considerations.

I was very conflicted about posting, especially since I realised some of you might be focusing your energies on the BLM movement -- at the same time I thought that, as a writer, one of my priorities is to offer a momentary getaway from real life, especially since many countries are still affected by quarantine and lockdown, and many of us might need to get away from all the stress in the meantime.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m pretty busy with exams and studying but I really wanted to post this because last week, on May 28th, we celebrated International Masturbation Day! So, as you can see, the theme is masturbation.

I think that the general message here is that you don’t have to be single to masturbate, and that masturbation and couple life are not mutually exclusive.  

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There is some swearing. Also, THIS IS QUITE DESCRIPTIVE (sometimes even too descriptive for my own good) with some possibly rough language, pretty much any kind of masturbation, mostly mutual, but also individual, of course this thing is filled with exhibitionism and voyeurism, unprotected foreplay and spit play, mentions of unprotected sex (GUYS, PLAY IT SAFE, CONDOMS, DENTAL DAMS, GET TESTED REGULARLY!!!!), use of restraints and sex toys, namely one vibrator and one dildo. Mentions of cheating (it’s just JK being insecure, his gf loves him like crazy), apparently the key to unlock Jimin’s part was to switch (haha! in literature we call this foreshadowing) his and Taehyung’s prompts. Lately I’ve been thinking about dommy Jimin and damn, I had to share: he’s merciless and a tease, enjoy. Taehyung loves watching his gf, no news. JK is a young bunny and he couldn’t understand much what was happening, he was Jungshook through most of it but he appreciates.

Sceneries about 1300-1500 words each.

Enjoy!

Here you can find the hyung line

And you can find my masterlist here

Jimin

How much more could it go on like this?

Would he really tease you for the rest of the night?

“Stop it. Please, just get it done.”

“Not tonight baby.”

He moved his hand away from your thighs once more. He had been edging for almost an hour now. Tonight he was merciless. He had trapped your nipples in his favourite clamps and was currently pulling at the string connecting them, his other hand pressing against your sex.

“You want me to stop?”

“Please, just want to cum.”

“Are you aroused?”

You nodded desperately. Tonight he was being a huge switch, going from dom to sub every two minutes. 

On the sofa he had initially curled up in front of you, letting you be the big spoon as he rested his head on your bicep. Then he had pinned your hands and moved your shirt aside to suck you nipples, his hard on pressing against your crotch. Then he had pulled you on top of him, acting as if he wanted to suffocate between your tits. 

And now you were below him, mouth wide as he finally took off his shirt, the head of his erection pressing against the waistband of his underwear. Would he let you touch him?

“Sit there. I want you to watch me. If you touch yourself I’ll stop.”

You nodded sharply after he took off his underwear. “Have you missed me?”

“Yes, I have baby.”

“All of me?”

“I missed you on top of me. Inside me.” You licked your lips as you saw the first drop of pre-cum appear on his glans.

“Are you wishing you could lick it?” He teased with a smirk.

Another nod, this time eager and convinced. 

“Aren’t you always hungry for me, my queen.” He collected it with his palm, offering it before your lips. You lapped at it. “Wet my hand for me, love?”

You obeyed silently.

His hand ran down his torso while his wet one grabbed the middle of his sex and slid downwards, contracting around the base. 

“How can I help you?” You asked. 

“Just look at me. I love it when you watch me. You give me so much attention. Make me feel so beautiful.”

“You love it baby, don’t you?” You smiled wildly. 

He nodded, his lower lip plum as he bit it. He was too handsome for his own good: kneeling at the feet of the bed, his left hand kneading the base of his neck, his erection half hidden by his hand. 

“Will you let me touch you?” You asked, praying every god that he would not deny you.

He giggled playfully. “Of course not.” 

You couldn’t hold back your disappointment, pouting like a babygirl. 

“Don’t be a brat, princess. You know that the moment you touch me, you’ll want to put your mouth on me, and the moment you put your mouth on me you’ll want me inside your pretty, wet pussy.” He teased with a smug grin. “Wait for it like a big girl.”

Still you clenched your jaw and tried to get closer to him. “Don’t you love me? Don’t you love the way I touch you?” Maybe you could hit his switch. Maybe you could make him your pliant little boy and climb him and use him to fuck your brains out. 

“Wait.” He said, his voice stern. 

“I know you want me to touch you.” You tried to persuade him with a saccharine voice. “You love my hands on you.” You sat on your knees and started getting closer to him, slowly, one inch at a time. “You always cum when I stroke you. You love my delicate touch, my warm, slipper fingers, you love it when I press on you there... ”

You were face to face now. 

“Don’t.” He ordered you. 

“Or?” You cheshire grin and your fingertip on his knee were immediately interrupted by his body smashing against yours, dragging you back to the headboard. 

“One can’t even get off in peace in this house. Dammit.”

“You know I’ve been trying to get off too, right? The feeling’s mutual.” His body was snug against yours, his erection pressing on your hip.

“Quit the attitude. Now.” He was almost scary.

“Then fuck me.” You replied snarkily. 

“Fine, you had it coming. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With his body pinning yours he reached for his bedside table, rummaging until he found a pair of black furry handcuffs. 

“Give me your wrists or it will get worse.”

“Try me, sweet thing.” Since the ball was rolling, might as well play.

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I will.” He grabbed your wrists, joining them on top of your head and cuffing them together, looping the chain around a bar of the bed. Sometimes you thought he had that bed specifically for this purpose. Even though it was usually him being cuffed to bed. 

“Well, well. look who can’t touch me now.” He teased. He rummaged in the drawer again, emerging with a small silk case. “I told you I would ruin you. But you didn’t believe me. Guess I’ll have to deliver.” He extracted a small vibe. You knew it too well. Usually you would restrain him and let him watch as you wore the vibe and let it overstimulate you, orgasm after orgasm. You biggest source of joy was being turned against you. 

“Now will you apologize for your smartmouth and keep quiet while I get myself off?” He asked. 

You did not reply, looking at him with hostility. 

“Fine.” He forced your knees apart and put the cherry-shaped vibe in his mouth. Extracting it, he switched it on and pressed it against your clitoris. Your reaction was immediate. “Let’s see if you still misbehave now.” He pushed it inside and instantly your eyes blew open, your lips parting in an high pitched moan. 

“Oh my god. Jimin, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I swear I’ll be good.” You didn’t last one minute before you started begging. But he was completely insensitive to your pleas, once more comfortably sitting on the balls of his feet, this time he placed himself at our feet, between your spread legs. 

“Not so bold now, are we ____?” He provoked, his hands reaching slowly for his hard on, enjoying how stressed out you looked below him. 

“I’m so sorry.” You were so close to sobbing. 

“Saying sorry is not enough baby. You passed your limit tonight. Take your punishment like a big girl.” He started touching himself with ease, not fretting over it, tugging at the upper half and observing you writhe in front of him. His confidence and arrogance got you upset even more: he was there, all triumphant and smug while you were making a mess of yourself with your body juices. Your cries and pleas were whiny and childlike. 

“Can’t you keep quiet, princess, I’m trying to focus here.”

“Please,” you begged once more. 

He collected some of his precum on his fingers and then forced them in your mouth. 

“Now keep quiet.” He cocked his head. “Don’t you wanna cum?” He baited. 

You nodded frantically, sucking his fingers. 

“Then silence.” 

And silence was, the toy only edging you more and more, since it was set on the lowest level and you were sadly unable to orgasm without contact on your clit. Though you knew that if you were lucky enough to resist until he got inside you, his pubis rubbing against your sensitive bud, you would be seeing stars straight away.

But you weren't silent because of his orders, but rather because of the sweet moans and whimpers coming from his throat. He had edged himself too, meeting your eyes every now and then and blushing when you smiled at him softly, interrupting only when your brow furrowed and you needed to concentrate on the feeling between your legs. 

Now he seemed finally ready to orgasm, his face completely relaxed and focused as a long, sweet exhale fell from his mouth, making you shiver. 

“I’m cumming baby.” He said in his small voice. 

“Want you all over me.” You replied, inviting him to mark you. 

His eyebrows knitted together, he pouted, nodding, then you saw his sculpted torso undulate and his hips snap towards you, making him crumble on top of you, spilling over your breasts and stomach in a messy puddle. 

It took him over half a minute to recover, and by now you felt so tender and on edge that even his lashes fluttering over your breasts made you get wetter -- you were surprised you could get any wetter than this. 

He opened his eyes, his voice soft as a cloud when he said: “I want you to use me for your pleasure, my queen.” And he switched, once again.

Taehyung

“Head or foot?”

“I get the foot.” He answered.

“Nice. Very polite of you.”

“I can see better when you take the head. I can kneel but you need to prop yourself up.”

“Thank you, Tae.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” He wrapped a hand around your waist, leading you to the bedroom. 

“Would you want some music?”

“Do you?”

“Not really.” He started undoing his shirt. You removed your jacket, freeing all the small motherpearl buttons of your blouse. You were standing right in front of each other. Shame was something you had removed from your relationship almost a year ago. If it had ever existed. 

You talked about everything, saw everything of each other. Every dimple, mole, scar, valley and plane, curve and angle of your bodies had been explored patiently and devotedly. Looking at each other like this was a form of worship rather than erotism. 

“Is it too cold?” You asked, looking at the thermostat. Tae was rather sensitive to changes of temperature. 

“It’s nice. But maybe I’ll change my mind once I’m naked.” He took his pants off, his feet softly padding on the marble floor, nearing the enormous bed. All that space was a waste, you always slept latched together, one on top of the other. You could probably fit in a baby bed.

“No underwear today?” You asked, removing the small vintage star-shaped pendant he had gifted you. 

“I showered at BigHit, then realised I had forgotten my boxers but I thought it wasn’t worth it wearing the sweaty ones. I was getting home anyways.”

You smiled and removed your pencil skirt. “Stockings on or off?”

He pondered. “Off.” Pause. “No, on.”

You giggled and mirrored his boxy grin. “Okay, on. Coming,” you teased, taking off your panties. “Wait. Panties, bra?”

“Pantied off, bra on.” He ordered. 

“Fine.” You trotted to the head of the bed and climbed, his eyes trailing over our legs and the curve of our bum.

“I love your curves, princess.”

“I love your face.” You complimented back. 

“I love your thighs, soft and buttery.” He said, shaking his hair out of the way, kissing you left ankle. 

“I love your hands, strong and naughty.” 

“Where do you want my hands?” He asked you, waiting for your instruction. 

“On yourself. Rake your hands on your lower belly, on your pelvis. You can touch anywhere but your cock.”

“Like this?” He showed you.

“Yes, but slower.”

By now you were leaning with your back against the pillows, your legs wide for him, to look, to sniff, anything but touch. 

He obeyed. “Tell me.”

“Keep going. I want to see your cock come to life.”

“I love it when you use that word.” His smile was already more subdued, his stare dreamy and light.

“I like using it. I like how raw it feels. It matches the way you fuck me.”

“About fucking you, wet your right pointer and middle finger.” You complied eagerly, strings of saliva connecting your tongue and digits. “Now use them to spread your labia.”

You reached for your sex, slowly, without a care in the world. You showed him your wetness, the pink of your tender skin. 

“Keep teasing your outer labia. Don’t touch your clit.” He said. 

“You can grab the base. Squeeze it.” You told him in return. He complied with a small groan. “That’s it. Keep squeezing. Slowly. Feel it pulse.”

Taehyung’s eyes were closing, but he fought the need just to look at you. “One finger in. Only one.” He urged you. 

You licked your lips and felt the thick sense of wetness hosted in your cunt. “I’m so wet.”

“Can I taste?” He questioned. You offered him your finger. “Delicious, as always. We should keep eating fruit.”

“Maybe it truly is the ananas.” You commented, cupping your breast with your spare hand. He hadn't asked you to but he wouldn’t hold you back. Not tonight.

“Long live the ananas.” He muttered. You laughed. 

Sex with Taehyung was made like this. Sharing. Laughing. And him wrecking you like you were his very personal fucktoy. Not to your distaste, you might add. Being treated like a diva from the Sixties, worshipped like a goddess. It was like being one of those actresses from old time erotica. Turned into muse, lover, girlfriend, sidekick, saint, sinner… He could morph you into anything, mould you into his perfect match, every single time. Wearing masks, costumes, accessories, being half a deity and half a whore. He was your director, liberating you of all the boundaries of society, carrying you across those moral borders that were so heavy on you. Sex with Taehyung was metaphysical.

“Did it work on you too?” You asked curiously. 

“You tell me.” He squeezed his shaft and offered you a drop of his precum. 

You licked it clean. “Mh mh.” You moaned enthusiastically. 

“Ananas at noon every friday, so we get dirty on the weekend,” he considered, “Strawberries on saturday and watermelon on sunday so I can pop that cherry and smack that peach.”

You laughed genuinely at that, your heart melting at the adoring look in his eyes. He was in a good mood today. You were grateful. “Curl your hand in a fist. Use it like my cunt,” you suggested him. 

He nodded. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Like that.” You were still massaging your slit with one finger, now fully covered in your juices. “Don’t get carried away, I’m waiting for you.”

He looked at you confusedly, then, as if waking from a trance: “Two fingers, still no clit.” 

You licked your lips provokingly, then looked at his face from under your lashes. “This way?” Spreading your fingers once inside, showing him that you were getting stretched and ready for his girth. 

“You know how to do it, my love.” Your eyes were glued to the motion of his hands, his shaft penetrating one as he reached the base with the other. That was his favourite way of touching himself. It was the first thing you had learnt about him in bed, roughly two months after your first date. You were making out and you started palming him through his jeans, wanting to see how he looked when possessed by bliss. And he had taught you. A few days after that, he had asked you to lay in bed and touch yourself for him, show him how you worked, what you liked. 

So when he started using his large left hand on his shaft and his more precise right palm on the tip, circling around it, using the digit of his middle finger to tease his slit and frenulum, you knew he was read to go for the killing blow, arousing you visually with how his body moved this close to orgasming, and giving you the final command. 

“Touch your clit, two fingers in circular motions.” You started. 

“Faster.” He ordered you. You accelerated. 

“Faster.” Again. “Spread your knees wider, let me see.” He spurred. “That pretty cunt needs to be seen. It’s too pretty to remain hidden.” He slowed down with his right hand. “Sway those hips like I was fucking you, princess.”

“Tae, so close.”

“Use your kegels. I need to see you clench.” That was your final undoing. You started rubbing furiously against your hand, thighs falling wide apart, much to Taehyung’s enjoyment. 

Your eyes were still close, stars falling against your eyelids, burning white lines in that black sky, when you felt Taehyung’s weight on you. “Let me cum inside.”

You nodded, letting him wrap one arm under your waist, the other under your neck. That was all you needed to know he would fuck you rough, violent, a matter of minutes and he would reach his high and take you with him. 

Hips snapping furiously, his arms holding you still and impaling you on his cock, he whispered: “Touch yourself”. Your second orgasm hit you hard as he finally got his first, groaning loudly without a care of who could hear, mouth needy and wet at your neck, and then at your own mouth, kissing you forcefully. 

He was still completely paralysed a few minutes later, abandoned on your clothed breast as you absentmindedly caressed his hair. His gravelly voice rose suddenly. “I love many, many things of you, but you above them all.”

Jungkook

The smacking coming from the shower is what really gave you off. 

The lewd sound made Jungkook go from confused, to curious to jealous and angry. Could it be…?

How could you? Why do this to him? Hurting him this much? Couldn’t you just tell him you wanted to break up?

As he reached the master bedroom, he noticed that the only clothes abandoned around were yours. And even though the sound of the smacking from the bathroom suggested other, he could hear only your moans. The door was ajar, the sound of the water echoing in the room. 

“Googie.” Were you calling his name? Really? 

He delicately pushed the door, enough to catch your reflection in the mirror. Yes, you were alone, but fear was still constricting his gut. He needed you to comfort him. 

A little timidly, he showed his presence on the threshold and called your name. 

His view was clear now, and he could finally figure out the whole puzzle. Your backside was pressed against the wall, one of your hands resting between your thighs, your fingers hidden among your folds, something of a bright hot pink colour just barely showing there.

“You’re home early.”

“Yeah.” His gaze still fixed between your legs, eyelids blinking frequently and quickly, his mouth twisted in surprise and puzzlement. 

“Do you need the shower?”

“What are you doing?” He asked, head cocked to the side.

Was he playing coy? “Can’t you tell?” You moved your hand suggestively, letting the pink silicone slip out of you. Jungkook’s eyes went wide. “Want me to show you?” You were still chasing your first high, your nerve endings going haywire with stimulation. 

“Need me there?”

“Depends. What do you want to do?”

“Let me just watch from up close. Then we’ll see...” He was already taking off his clothes. He really just needed you close. Something to comfort him after the scare he gave himself thinking you were in here with someone else.

“Come, then.” The moment he dropped his boxers you zeroed in on his half hard length, how his hand went immediately there as he kept his eyes on you, his timid side completely overpowered by his lust for you. You loved the effect you have on him. He joined you in the shower, not sure about what to do. 

“Tell me what to do,” you asked him.

“Act like I wasn’t here,” he requested. “What would you do if I weren’t here?”

You smirked, fingers naturally coming to your clit, your left hand fumbling a little to reinsert the dildo inside you. When the head went past your entrance you let out a heavy moan. 

His eyes went wide, his own sex quivering a little, now reaching its full length and touching against his belly button. 

“I’m already so close.” You whispered, eyes half closed. 

“How long have you been like this.”

“Maybe ten minutes, don’t really know.” You shut your eyes as the silicone stimulated an especially tender spot. 

“You look glorious.” He said. You smiled, another moan parting from your lips. “Keep going. You’re close.” Your fingers now circling furiously on your clit, you heard the loud smacking of your ass against the tiles pick up again. 

When you saw him start stroking himself, one hand pressing himself from above, one from below, his fingers laced so to apply pressure along all the shaft, you felt something snap inside you. Your eyes were hungry for him, the sight of him crumbling. He groaned as you reached for your breast, fingers tweaking the nipple. 

He felt so close himself. It wasn’t surprising at all, considering it had been a while since you last had sex - period and all of that - so the moment he saw your body grow looser and messier, a high pitched whine escaping your lips as your fingers lest their rhythm, he knew he was done. Your orgasm triggered his, face scrunched in pleasure, one hand desperately going for the wall behind you to prop himself up. “Baby, yes.” He cried when your hands touched his back, snaking behind him. You felt his cum on your belly, slowly being washed away by the water. 

“I need you so bad,” you whispered in his ear. 

“Stay still.” He said, caressing your hair back as he abandoned his spot on your shoulder. One hand stroking from your neck, to your breast to your belly as he kneeled. The moment he realised that his semen was on you, and now trapped on his fingers, he looked at it questioningly, then he looked up at you, bambi eyes blown wide and begging as he put his stained finger on your lips. You opened your mouth for him and licked it clean. 

“Such a good girl. Will you let me taste you now?” 

You nodded eagerly. “Please.” That’s all it took for him to place his mouth on you, your knee bent and thrown over his shoulder. His hand kept massaging your breast, comforting the heaviness you felt there. His other arm enveloped around your waist, fingers searching for the toy attached to the wall, pressing around its suction cup to free it. You didn’t hear it pop and when you felt the tip pressing once more against you, you opened your eyes. 

Jungkook, tongue pressed and rolling against your clit, eyes closed as if he were fully tasting you, enjoying every drop of you. He substituted his mouth with his thumb. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asked.

You nodded. 

“Use your words.”

“Keep going.”

He immediately pushed the toy in, letting it settle while your moans echoed in the shower. Eyes fixed on you, he let his mouth lean against your pubis once more, tongue darting out to meet your essence. His free hand dipped down to grab his dick, teasing it with small motions. 

“Googie, it feels so good.”

You knew it wouldn’t take you long. Especially considered that your second orgasm was always so easy, usually a few minutes away from your first. He loved eating you out on your second because you were always so pliant and relaxed, while you first was always more complicated and always risked turning in a bilaterally stressful experience.

Touching himself one handed was slightly uncomfortable, but considering that he had you on his tongue and he could take advantage of the gorgeous vision of your chest inflating and deflating with you heavy breathing made quite the trick, his sex throbbing with need, his neck and face pressing you against the wall, so that you couldn’t escape his ministration, your writhing only causing you to roll from his mouth to the dildo without any chance of reprieve. 

Suddenly grabbing his hair you felt your second high hit you, your standing leg shaking so bad you thought you would fall. Jungkook completely lost touch with reality as you started riding his face, your calf on his back only drawing him closer, trapping him. He felt his own release approach as your high diminished, letting go of the base of the toy only to use both his hands on himself. 

When your vision finally focused again you were met with the sight of his head rolled back, his jaw clenched and the beautiful length of his cock slightly inflating, veins showing, as he finally came in his hand. You felt him groan against your stomach after his torso leaned forward, looking for your support. 

When he opened his eyes, slowly, he grinned at you soft and wild, kissing your belly button and carefully removing the dildo from inside you.

“We should do this more often.”

You chuckled. You hoped you would. 

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