Silk And Fire - Chapter 3 Preview

Silk and Fire - Chapter 3 Preview

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: in progress

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You go about your day as usual. Why wouldn’t you? Oh right… You had a dream in which Jungkook fingered you until you were a babbling mess about to cum. If that was not enough, in your dream, Namjoon was sleeping in your shared room while his friend made you moan and squirm under his touch. But that was it… it was a dream. You need to get over it so you stay busy. 

Big breakfasts were not your go-to thing every morning, however, today it needed to be. You blast music on your speakers as you cook and eat, your phone facing down somewhere in the living room, Jungkook’s follower request still there. It’s already too late for an elaborate outfit to go to work, so you just put on your nice jeans, a pink pale blouse, and your comfy work flats. 

Luckily for you, the day runs by with lots of things to tend to. Meeting after meeting, a full inbox, chitchat with coworkers. Great! 

“Hey, there’s someone here to see you,” Marcia interrupts your typing. You like Marcia. She is the best assistant one could have. Attentive, caring, amazing in what she does, and a true confidant and friend. 

“Huh? My next meeting is not until 3:30, I was about to take my lunch break. Is Mrs. Tang early?” you start fixing your makeup. No matter if you already met a client, you always double-check your makeup before a meeting. 

“Um… no, this is not Mrs. Tang. It’s a Mr. Jeon?” she raises her eyebrows, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

Walking in what appears to be slow-motion, there he is, Jeon Jungkook. Hoseok was completely right, he does like making a big entrance. He dresses in a casual black t-shirt with ripped jeans, glasses, and a messy hairstyle that gives him a look to die for. 

“Thank you, Marcia, you are so attentive,” he smiles at her. Marcia is a giggling mess, especially when Jungkook opens and closes the door for her, making direct eye contact.

What the actual fuck? 

“Wh-wha-what are you doing here? Wh-why? No,” you say standing up. 

He scans you up and down taking his time. 

“This is not… you can’t just barge in, there is a procedure and why are you here?” your tone getting more and more guttural in annoyance.

“I am here to take you to lunch.”

Fuck. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ I hope you enjoyed this little preview for the chapter to come... lmk if you would like to be tagged (;

tags: @paramedicnerd004 | @darkuni63

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 5

[day five: praise kink]

pairing: yoongi x f.reader

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

notes: smut starts straight under the cut

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“Good girl, that’s it” Yoongi’s head tips back, your lips tightening around his cock, cheeks hollowing.

His hips stutter forwards, tip of his cock pressing into the back of your throat.

You gag around his length, drool slipping down your chin—saliva slipping down his balls.

His fingers slip over the back of your head, pressing his cock a little further down your throat. You swallow, blinking up at him through your lashes, tears clinging to your waterline.

“So pretty” he coos, “so pretty and all for me. Don’t force yourself, love” he murmurs when you try and swallow the final inch of his cock down your throat.

Your pussy clenches at his praise, hand releasing its grip on Yoongi’s thigh, pressing over your stomach and down past the waistband of your panties.

Your hips stutter when you graze over your clit, moan clawing up your throat, vibration sending a new wave of pleasure down Yoongi’s body.

Your nose presses against his stomach as you swallow the final inch, shaky breath tickling his skin when you hold yourself there. Your tongue laves over the underside of his cock, head pulling back slightly to press your tongue under his cockhead, prodding where you know had his thighs tensing.

Yoongi pulls you back off his cock, a line of spit connects your lips to the tip, tongue prodding against his slit to swallow down his precum. Almost bitter, but entirely addicting as your lips suckle for more.

You look up at him from where you’re sat on the floor, hand still stuffed down your panties. Yoongi catches sight of this, smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You needly little thing” his fingers wrap around his cock, your mouth opening, tongue falling flat past your lips.

He smears the tip of his cock over your tongue, precum dribbling into your mouth. He presses his cock into your cheek, watching it bulge before he presses back into your mouth.

“Play with yourself for me, yeah?” he watches down the line of his body, eyes trained on your pussy as you thrum over your clit behind the shield of your underwear.

You rock your hips forward, spit coating Yoongi’s cock as you lose yourself to the pleasure.

“That’s it” he groans, rutting his cock up into your mouth, “so good for me”

You choke around his length, pulling away from him to heave a long breath. Swallowing the saliva that had gathered under your tongue, still salty-bitter with the taste of his cock.

His fingers wrap around his length, thumb running under the head. You watch his eyebrows furrow in pleasure, stomach tensing when he peeks an eye open, watching you kneel on the floor.

“Come on, pretty. Play with yourself for me”

You pull the crotch of your panties to the side, letting him get a glimpse of your soaked pussy as you push a finger past your walls.

You spread your legs open a little wider, trying to match his pace as he jerks himself off.

“Yoongi” you moan, slipping a second finger into your pulsing cunt.

“Yeah?” he groans, “You close?”

You nod, hand hooking underneath one of your thighs to keep it spread open, “M’ close, wanna cum please” your hips rut upwards, clit dragging against your palm—pleasure radiating throughout your body. Arousal seeping past your walls.

“Yeah? My sweet girl wants to cum?” he taunts, foot pushing your legs open a little wider. Slick cunt glistening from the light of the lamp, so wet, so pretty, all just for Yoongi.

“Yeah” you nod, breathless.

“What do we say?” he taunts, watching the way you swallow down a moan, so close to tipping over the edge, staving off your orgasm until he tells you to cum. Always so pretty and perfect for him.

“Please” you whine, fingers wet, squelching with every curl against your sweet spot.

“My good girl” he hums, hand speeding up around his cock, “cum for me”

Your orgasm ripples through you, hiccup of a sob slipping off your tongue as your fingers continue to press into your walls, nudging against your sweet spot, desperate as you grind your clit against your palm.

You barely register Yoongi grabbing you by the back of your neck, stuffing your open mouth with his cock as his fingers pull the corners of your mouth.

Your tongue presses over his cock, feeling it twitch before he shoots his seed down your throat. Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking as your tongue prods at his slit, milking him of everything he has to offer.

You moan around his length when another wave of cum shoots into your mouth, you pull back for a moment, lips parted for him to see his own release painting your tongue before your lips wrap back around his cock.

Your clit throbs as he looks down at you, mouth stuffed with his cock, “My good girl”

he is just ✨special✨

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Self-indulgent Seonghwa and his hands gifset

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REQUEST! A smut where Lee know is being Lee Know just sitting on the couch in his tight party attire while you go crazy horny dumb on his lap. He watches you get off multiple times before giving in.

Warning: smut below! mdni.

There’s something about hosting parties at your place that gets you riled up. Prepping food and cleaning your apartment, all while doing it alongside your loving boyfriend, who always pitches in to help get things ready. Tonight, a few of your college friends are in town, and it’ll be their first time seeing the new place you and Minho have been settled down in for the last few months- a fancy high rise on the east side, giant glass windows overlooking a stunning few of the city nightlife.

You finish popping the top off a bottle of Jameson, setting it alongside the myriad of alcoholic beverages on your kitchen bar.

“That’s it for the alcohol,” you say, smiling at the sight of the organized counter in front of you.

“Should we order a pizza?” You call out to Minho, who’s just finished getting ready. You can hear him shuffling about in the living room as you set a stack of red solo cups on the counter by the alcohol.

“Sure” he calls out in reply. “I’ll order, you sit down for a bit. You’ve done enough preparing.”

You smile at his words, always endeared by the way he urges you to take a break. And he’s right- you haven’t stopped preparing for this since you woke up this morning. You’ve been at the grocery store, stocked up on party supplies, cleaned the apartment for hours and even bought yourself a new dress just for the occasion. It’s a special night for sure, but you’re already preemptively exhausted, and it’s like your energy is draining before the party’s even started.

“I just want them to think we have our shit together,” you say to him.

“They won’t think otherwise,” Minho says. “Besides, we have this beautiful apartment and we’re mostly unpacked now. We do look like a couple who have their shit together.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, turning the corner to the living room where he resides. “I digress. But if-”

You stop suddenly in your tracks at the sight, breath hitching in your throat.

Minho is sat on the couch scrolling through his phone, lazily selecting toppings for the pizzas you’ve requested him to order. His legs are spread wide so he’s taking up a good amount of space, one arm sprawled over the side of the couch as he uses his other hand to balance his phone.

“If?” Minho says, waiting for you to finish your sentence. He doesn’t look up from his phone, one strand of hair hanging loosely in front of his face as he keeps his head down.

But you don’t finish your sentence, still staring in awe at the sight of him. The black leather pants he’s wearing hug his legs in all the right places, his muscular thighs more prominent than ever and the waistband enhancing his bulge so erotically. His collared black shirt is tucked into his pants, unbuttoned at the top so you can see his sharp collarbones jutting out atop his broad chest. And around his neck, a black tie, hanging loosely and trailing down to rest on his lap. He looks so sexy, you think to yourself, a million lewd thoughts racing your mind at the sight.

“If what?” Minho says, finally looking up from his phone and furrowing his brows at the sight of you.

“What are you wearing?” You say finally, a small smirk pulling on your lips as you speak.

“Hm?” Minho says, maintaining a stoic expression on his face like he’s not driving you wild. “The shirt? It’s an old one I got a few years back. I couldn’t find anything else. Why, you don’t like it?”

“Like it?” You echo, approaching him slowly. “Your whole outfit, it’s…”

He furrows his brows again as you pause. “Should I change?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, finally standing in front of him. “You look so fucking sexy in that.”

Minho finally smiles, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. Although the room is fairly dark, the only light coming from the light still on in the kitchen, you can still see the tips of his ears turn a bright shade of crimson. Minho’s never been good at receiving compliments, much less ones this forthright.

“I’m serious,” you say, bending your knees in front of him to climb onto his lap. He obliges, smiling at the way you wrap your arms around his neck and scan his outfit from this proximity.

“I’m glad,” Minho replies plainly, turning his attention back to his phone. “It would’ve been a problem if you hated my outfit. Should we get pineapple on any of the pizzas, or is that too controversial?”

“You look like some 90s rockstar,” you continue, completely ignoring his question. “These pants, god, you drive me insane.”

“Pineapple is extra,” Minho says, continuing to scroll on his phone. “So that’s a no.”

“Min, enough with the pizza,” you say, reaching for his phone and pressing the lock button. He doesn’t protest as you toss it aside and turn his gaze onto yours.

Minho knows exactly what you want- he’s very familiar with the way you get particularly aroused at outfits like these, especially when you’re going to have people over. Something about the reminder that he’s all yours to flaunt drives you crazy. Coupled with the sight of his thighs in leather pants, your mind runs rampant with unholy thoughts.

“Baby, we only have an hour before they’re here. And we still have to get food.” He has a smirk on his face now too, well amused with your reaction.

“But I’m already wet,” you reply boldly, leaning in to press a series of needy kisses to his neck.

Minho hums in response, leaning back to give you better access to his skin as you begin to nibble on the flesh. You suck his skin harshly between your teeth, earning a fervent moan from him as you trail purple bruises down the column of his throat.

As he shuts his eyes in ecstasy, you squeeze your thighs together, pulsing your clit between your legs in rhythmic motions to relieve yourself. Your heartbeat seems to quicken in tandem with the gentle pulsations of your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body as you rock gently against him.

The motion only makes your desperation for him grow stronger, needier, as your lips now find his and deliver repeated chaste kisses. His lips move lazily against yours, smiling against you as he feels you get increasingly more voracious for his body by the minute.

“Minho,” you breathe into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair as he smiles in response.

“Yes, baby?”

“God, I’m…” you kiss him again, nibbling on his bottom lip as you pull away and press your thighs together again.

“I’m so wet. I’m close.”

He chuckles lightly, visibly flustered at the sight of you stimulating yourself to complete pleasure over him like this. He doesn’t have to lift a finger to make you find your release- he can just simply sit back and watch you do it all yourself. Minho feels his cock swell at your words, admittedly a little turned on with the effect he has on you. Sometimes he’s baffled at how leather pants and a button down can be this arousing to you, but seeing you near your orgasm in his lap, he doesn’t question it. It sure is an ego boost.

“You’re close?” Minho teases. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re about to cum?”

“Yes,” you whine, gasping as you quicken the movement between your thighs. “You drive me fucking wild, you know that?”

“Oh really?” He teases again, smiling up at you as you cup his face in your hands. You bring your lips to his, swirling your tongue around his as you moan desperately into his mouth.

And before you can answer his question, you feel the familiar wave of pleasure wash over you, trembling in ecstasy as you gasp through your first orgasm. Minho recognizes when you’re cumming, reaching a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, an amused expression on his face.

“Fuck,” you say to him, kissing him when you feel yourself finish. You reach a hand down to his groin, palming over his strained bulge and smiling to yourself. “You’re so hard, baby.”

Minho groans when he feels you scoot up closer to him, pressing your clothed wetness against the tent in his pants and rocking gently against him.

“Give me a second one,” you say, beginning to grind against him and letting out little moans once again.

“I didn’t give you anything,” Minho says in an amused tone. “You did it all yourself.”

“Just sit there and look pretty for me,” you reply, kissing his neck as you move up and down his length. “Could cum at the sight of you like this all night.”

Minho moans at your words, feeling himself grow even harder as you enwreathe his erection with your sopping cunt. His muscular thighs flex as you move back and forth along his cock, pushing down further into him and gasping at the smooth friction of his pants against your clit. You sit up to adjust yourself, lowering yourself onto the tip of his clothed shaft and grinding against it to tease your entrance.

“Fuck, baby. You’re insatiable tonight, aren’t you?” Minho says, tilting his head down to watch you grind against him. His pants are trailing with your wetness now, the glistening arousal making his cock throb. You reach one hand up to his throat, snaking it around his bruised skin and squeezing lightly.

“I can’t help it when you look like this. I just want to sit here and ride you until you can’t form a coherent thought.”

Minho groans at your words, his breathing becoming labored as you grip his throat and kiss him on his parted lips. His hands finally find their way around your waist, running up and down your sides gently as you grind on him.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you say into his mouth, not removing your hand from his neck. “Wish I could cum around your cock, baby. You look so fucking good tonight.”

As you move back and forth along his aching cock, you feel your muscles contract over him again, moaning heavily into his mouth as you give him your second orgasm of the night. He lets out a string of curses at the sight, impressed with your ability to make yourself finish so quickly.

“God, I’m still so horny for you, baby,” you say, moving to kiss his neck again. “Wanna keep going.”

Minho’s hands find their way to his belt, and you hear the sound of metal clinking as he undoes the buckle.

“You’re gonna give me a third one,” he orders, pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. “On my cock this time.”

You smile at his commands, already ravenous to feel him fill you up like you’ve been craving all night. In one swift motion, Minho grips your waist, and then positions you over his cock. His veins are protruding angrily along his hardened length, the tip of his cock already trickling precum as you hover over him. And then you finally slide your soiled panties down, guiding his cock inside of you and gasping when he bottoms out instantly. His cock fills you up so perfectly, kissing every bit of you so wholly, his tip brushing against your cervix as he pulsates inside of you.

Without a second to spare, you begin riding him, sliding up and down on his aching cock while you pepper him with hungry, wet kisses. Minho’s kisses are sloppy now, drool trickling from the corners of his lips as he grips your waist and fucks up into you.

“You’re so wet,” he says, moaning into your mouth as you tangle your fingers in his hair.

“It’s all for you, baby,” you say breathlessly. “You make me so fucking horny.”

He interrupts you with another kiss, chuckling against you when he feels you dig your nails dig into his back and gasp against him. His dick kisses your cervix with every stroke now, the pressure feeling almost painfully good.

The apartment fills with your harmonious crescendo moans, both of you panting against each other as you ride him and trail scratches across his back in pure pleasure.

“Min, I’m gonna cum again,” you pant breathlessly.

“Me too,” he groans. “You want me to fill you up, baby? Is that what you’ve been wanting all night?”

“Yes,” you whine in response, pressing a trail of kisses in the crook of his neck. “Please fill me up, baby. Want your cum inside of me so bad.”

Minho squeezes his eyes shut as he finally finishes, shooting a generous load inside your cunt as you contract around him and mirror the action with your own release. He brings two fingers down to your pussy, where he gently tucks his dribbling cum back inside of you to hold it in, earning little gasps as he runs his fingers over your over sensitive core. Once you’re full of his release, you finally slide off of him, your legs trembling with soreness and beads of sweat running down your forehead.

“I need to change,” Minho says, chuckling as he looks down at his pants. They’re glistening with your cum, resting just below his knees as his cock softens against him once again.

“I need to shower,” you reply, looking down at your own dress, spots of his cum staining the hem, makeup running down your face.

You bend down to Minho, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before beginning to undo your dress and heading toward the bathroom. He finally stands up, straightening out his back and snaking the tie off from around his neck.

“Min?” You call, peeking your head out from behind the bathroom door.

“Hm?” He says, raising his eyebrows as he waits for you to speak.

“Don’t wear leather pants. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.”

Minho shoots you a knowing smile in return, nodding in response.

“No leather pants,” he repeats. “But I will be wearing those around the apartment from now on.”