Fuck Me Forever | Jjk

fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook…like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

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Fake Love - Chapter 1: In Love With the Bartender

Pairing: jungkookx reader (f)

Genre: Smut, angst, fake relationships, slow burn, friends to lovers au, bartender!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook

Rating: M - NSFW

Word Count: 6,148

Warnings: rebound sex,  Jungkook has nipple piercings and folds you up against a wall, blow job in a car, public fingering, shower sex, oral (m&f receiving) unprotected sex, Jungkook has a reputation, one night stand expected, friends with benefits possible.

Disclaimers: this is just fiction and not my true view of anyone

Summary: After a rough breakup, you seek solace in the arms of one very hot bartender.

You couldn’t help but stare. Who could blame you? Anyone who looked at him would get lost in his eyes too.

The man was gorgeous with his neatly styled short black hair, his big doe eyes, that smirk….

You swayed in your seat with a sigh.

Even the way he had rolled the sleeves of his black dress shirt up to his elbows to expose his arms full of tattoos made you weak.

He'd gotten color done recently, which had enhanced the shape of his muscles as he uncorked a champagne bottle to the cheers of the small crowd before him.

You sighed again as your mind floated away as you imagined him stalking up to you with his big shoulders rolling with every step until he was so close, you could smell his peppery cologne. He’d look down into your eyes with that grin and….

“You know he’s just trouble, right?” A voice from your right broke you from your reverie.

“Huh?”

“Please Eun-Young.” A voice from your left scoffed. "Don't act like you've never thought about hooking up with him. Everyone who has come into contact with Jeon Jungkook wants to fuck him."

“That’s exactly my point, Tanaaz!"

You went back to your drink and fazed your friends out as you took a pull from the small black straw. The light glinted off of Jungkook’s eyebrow piercing as he grinned at a woman on the other side of the bar from him. His eyes narrowed playfully with a smirk on his lips as he looked up at one of the strobe lights, pretending to think something over while the woman, who was rather pretty, tall and slender, continued to talk to him as though she were trying to convince him.

What would it feel like to kiss those full lips with his lip ring? Would it be warm like his body or a little cool?

Boldly, she reached out and took his hand, stroking the back of it with her thumbs. He glanced down and looked back up at her, his gaze contorted into disappointment. 

He shook his head, much to the dismay of the woman who pulled away to fish in her purse. She extracted several bills and dropped them on the counter then spun on her heel and hurried away, leaving the pink drink on the bar. Jungkook watched after her for a moment before gathering the money with a shrug and tossing the drink in the sink behind him.

It was only when you had assumed the woman’s former spot and had Jungkook’s eyes on you that you realized you had ever stood and walked at all.

“Hey.” Jungkook called out over the thrumming music that you could feel palpating your heart and crossed his arms on the bar. He leaned over to look at you with a grin. “What can I get started for you?”

What you were drinking already had been absolutely delightful and was good enough to tempt you to order a new one, if only you could figure out what it was. You glanced up at the menu over his perfectly sculpted hair and searched quickly for the drink, embarrassment warming your cheeks while he waited patiently. Tanaaz was the one who had ordered the last round. You tried to peel the flavors apart to figure out what it was. A bit rosy, a touch of raspberry….

Ah screw it.

You leaned forward with a shrug. “Surprise me!”

“What?” He cupped his ear and leaned forward.

You lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes and laid your upper torso on the bar. “Surprise me!”

“What?”

Why was he grinning like that? 

He leaned forward at the same time you did so that he was close enough now that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. “Surprise me.”

He pulled back with a smirk and playful eyes that dropped down for a moment before his brows wagged. "Playful and adventurous. I like it! Coming right up, baby."

He turned away from you to make your drink, leaving you to realize that the fabric of your dress had been pinned between your body and the bar at some point and had gotten pulled down to reveal a scandalous amount of cleavage. Thank goodness you had worn a cute bra, but still…

Oops.

You adjusted your dress and glanced around you. Sure, you could watch the people around you. There was a dance off happening to your right and a fight happening behind you between two girls. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his shoulders. The way they rippled under his shirt while he scooped ice into a shaker was hypnotizing. 

After a few moments of pouring and shaking, he dressed the glass with a curled lemon peel and turned back towards you, his lips pouting when he realized you had covered yourself again.

That look should be illegal.

You automatically squeezed your thighs together as he handed you the drink, smirking when his warm, soft fingers grazed over yours. “Thank you!”

“No problem. Hope you like it.” He watched you take a draw from the straw and let his smile grow when your eyes went wide and you nodded enthusiastically.

“This is really good! What is it?”

“What’s your name?”

Your name? Had you heard him correctly? You leaned forward and tilted your head as you watched his eyes inch their way down your body to your bosom. 

Did you accidentally on purpose let your dress get pulled down again? 

Maybe. So what? You liked the way he looked at you. It was so nice to feel attractive again. If anyone had gone through what you had, they couldn't blame you for being a bit reckless. “What?”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You quirked a brow up, taking another drink. “What is this?”

“Cute. It’s called Y/N. Sweet, mysterious….” He grinned, his eyes narrowing flirtatiously as he leaned on the bar and swept the corner of his lips and with his tongue, while his eyes drifted down to your chest. His brow rose as he smirked. “Gorgeous.”

Your cheeks went warm and you dipped your face away as you screamed mentally. How could he say such a thing after all these other women you thought were exponentially more attractive than yourself had thrown themselves at him? 

A fire burst alive in you. 

You felt the all too familiar ache between your legs and fidgeted as you tried to press your thighs together tight enough. 

He'd called you gorgeous and checked you out unabashedly! What did it mean? What was happening?

Had he sensed the disappointment and sadness that had hung heavy on your shoulders the last few days? He was a bartender who seemed to have quite a few fans. He was probably good at reading people.

You tried to reason with yourself. Tried to convince yourself he was just flirting for a good tip.

But it seemed to be hopeless.

Well, wonderful. You were all turned on with no hope of relief with another human being tonight. Thank goodness the new vibratory you'd gifted to yourself was freshly charged.

It wouldn't be the same, but it would have to do.

He laughed and bit his bottom lip before checking his watch.

"You're shy. It's cute."

You took a deep breath and shyly looked up at him from under your lashes. “Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“I get off in 10.” He shimmied his shoulders against their resting place on the bar. 

Was the music really so loud he couldn't hear you.

"What?" You leaned across the bar again and turned your ear to hear him better as he leaned in closer to you.

“Let me take you home.”

You pulled back, eyes wide and your mouth agape.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to take you home? To his home?

For sex?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t almost drop your drink as you became a puddle on the floor. Had he really just said that? What was happening? “Seriously?”

“Only if you want me to. There’s no pressure.” He held his hands up then pointed the drink. “It’s on the house either way.”

You blinked. How was this happening? Had you gone through a portal and found yourself inside a drama? You took another long drink as you stared at him. The sweet burn made your head light for a moment. 

Well… why not? 

You hadn’t heard the best things about him, but never that he was abusive. So why not while you had some liquid courage coursing through your veins?

Tanaaz had been encouraging you to get back onto the saddle. Maybe this was exactly what you needed to get over your ex. 

Yeah! Have a quick fling with the sexiest man you knew, regain some confidence and then get back into dating.

“Okay.”

“Yeah, you want to?” His eyes went wide as his smile grew. You nodded, beaming at his excitement. 

Who knew someone as devastatingly handsome as Jungkook would want to lay you down. Maybe you had been too hard on yourself. Maybe you really were beautiful. Maybe your ex really was an undeserving asshat.

This was like being in a fairytale. 

You grinned over at your friends who were watching you curiously. Tanaaz held her hands up in the universal sign of ‘what is going on?’ and shook her head with a shrug. 

Jungkook tapped his fist on the bar with a broad smile you were convinced could power a small country and chucked his thumb over his shoulder. “Alright. I’ll meet you at the rear entrance. My car’s back that way.”

“Okay!” You were breathless as you went back to your friends, finishing your drink in one more long pull as you went. You felt the fire of the alcohol warm your stomach as you sank down in your seat between Tanaaz and Eun-Young, letting go of a heavy breath you hadn't realized you were holding and broke into a fit of laughter.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Eun-Young’s cold hand was on your right shoulder. “Why are you so warm? Are you getting sick?”

“I’m going home with him.” You let out a breathy laugh and pulled a lock of hair behind your ear as you pressed your thighs together again. The need to be touched was crawling up your body and swimming in your veins. You crossed your legs tightly, shifting in your seat to satiate the need for friction while you had to wait.

“Oh shit!” Tanaaz laughed and clapped her hands as she turned towards you. “You are gonna have to teach me how you did that! I’ve been trying to get him for so long.”

Eun-Young huffed and tugged on your elbow to regain your attention. “You don’t even know him, Y/N!”

“I know of him and you two know him. If something happens, then you know where to start looking.” You subconsciously ran your hands over your hair, smoothing it down before opening your purse and searching for your compact. 

“The point is to not be putting yourself in that predicament! You just went through a bad break up, sweetheart. Don't rebound with a one night stand. It's not going to help."

"Let her have her fun! She's been through so much." Tanaaz watched you pat powder over your nose as discreetly as you could while she smiled proudly at you with her hands clasped dramatically by her face. “My baby’s all grown up and having one night stands. Remember to have him wrap it up.” 

“Tanaaz!”

"What?"

"You're such a bad influence sometimes. How could you encourage her to take such a risk? It's irresponsible and dangerous."

"Jungkook isn't going to hurt her."

Eun-Young scoffed and crossed her arms and legs, glowering at Jungkook with a shake of her head. "Maybe not physically."

"It's just a one night stand. I know that, Eun-Young. I won't get attached to him, but thank you for looking out for me." You shoved the compact back in your purse and checked the time on your phone. You offered her a grin you hoped was comforting despite your alcohol flushed cheeks. You put a hand on her arm and shuffled close to her. "You're a good friend "

"Just not good enough for you to listen to." She huffed again, but didn't pull away from you, instead twisting her foot to hook around the back of her calf. "Go have fun then. I hope I'm wrong about him."

"One night." You grinned and laid your head on her shoulder in a makeshift hug. "One and done. It'll be fine. I'll be fine."

"Yeah… sure, Y/N." She sighed but rested her cheek against your brow as the DJ announced the bar was shutting down. "Well, come on, T. I’ll drive. And you…," She sighed for the hundredth time and squished your cheeks between her thumb and forefinger until your lips puckered as she stared into your eyes, "be careful and have fun. Call me in the morning or whenever you get home. If I don't answer, leave me a message so I know you're okay."

You nodded and pulled away. “Yes, I will.”

"Have fun!" Tanaaz hugged you with a giggle when you stood then hooked arms with Eun-Young. 

You looked towards the bar and saw Jungkook leaning a hip against the bar with his arms crossed.

How was this possible? He was possibly the hottest guy in Seoul. He could have anyone in the world he wanted, but he'd chosen you without any flirting on your part. 

You'd just wanted a drink.

Within the next few moments that had spun by in a blur, Jungkook had you pinned up against a wall in the back of the club with his plush lips hard on yours. He took your wrists in his large, warm hands that were so soft it was like being touched by a flower petal then pinned them to the wall and pushed his knee between your legs until you felt him against your core. You moaned against his lips as you writhed against his muscular thigh, grateful to finally be touched.

"Damn baby, you’re all ready to go, aren’t you? I bet I could fuck you in my car right now, couldn’t I?" He looked down into your eyes with a raised brow and grinned when you nodded dumbly, your eyes unfocused with lust. "Good. Come on."

He pulled you along with him to a silver Mercedes and opened the door for you. A moment later, he was in the driver's seat, pulling you in for another kiss as his hand engulfed your breast and squeezed it until you moaned. He took your hand and ran it down his chest and stomach, allowing you to feel the well defined muscles that lay hidden beneath.

It was like you were touching a clothed brick wall. 

He continued moving your hand down until you brushed against his cock and gasped.

He was already so hard, you could run your hand along the entire length of him. You stared down at the outline of his cock and felt your mouth water as your pussy screamed for stimulation. You squirmed in your seat as Jungkook chuckled. 

"You like that, baby?"

"Yeah." You were breathless as you mindlessly stroked him through his pants.

"Want to play while I drive?" He brushed your hair over your ear and grinned when you nodded as you leaned forward to unbuckle his black leather belt and unfasten the button. He brought the car to life and twisted in his seat to look over his shoulder as you pulled the zipper down and snaked your trembling hand into his pants. He gasped when you gripped his cock and pulled it out.

"God you're huge!" 

He shifted in his seat and ran a hand over your head as he chuckled. "Can you handle it?"

You stroked your hand up and down the length, letting your palm rove over the tip to gather the precum budding there to use as lube as you stroked him again. You licked your lips and swallowed hard. "I'll try."

"Good girl." He stopped the car and gathered your hair up into one hand. "Gimme that mouth, baby."

Your breath was heavy and shaky as you obliged, nervously licking the tip of him before the sudden acceleration forced your body to jerk and you to take his head in your mouth with a muffled yelp. 

"Good girl." He pulled on your hair and guided you to bob your head on his tip as you hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your tongue around him the best you could. "Feels so fucking good. I should have known a mouth that sweet would be this skilled. It’s always the good girls…"

You had never really got a lot of feedback on your sexual talents. The guys you had been with were all finished within the span of five minutes and that had been the end of it. You figured you must have done something right if it didn’t take long.

It was nice to be told you were good at this. It spurred you on to bob faster and he rewarded you further with a soft moan of appreciation.

Jungkook's hand left your hair and slipped around your ribs to squeeze your breast until you groaned around him.

"Shit baby, just like that. Feels so good.” His voice was high as he whimpered and thrusted his hips up a little, panting as he did. “Can you take all of me?"

You slowly lowered your head down, fighting against your gag reflex when you heard his low groan.

"Come on baby. You can do it. Just relax." He squeezed your breast again and found your nipple, pinching it until you moaned around him as he slid in further. "Such a good girl. Take that cock all the way down your throat."

You pushed yourself to go as low as you could, groaning triumphantly when you felt his soft curls tickle your nose before hitting his warm skin.

"That's all of it babe." He sounded proud, if not a little winded, as you pulled back a little to breathe normally again. You gasped then giggled when he smacked your ass and grabbed it firmly. "Such a good fucking girl taking me all the way. Fuck. I want to pull over and fuck you right now."

You couldn't help but lift up, releasing him with a pop. You wiped your bottom lip and giggled lowly, your voice rough from your efforts. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. Almost home. I’m gonna fuck you so good." His hand pushed into your hair and guided you into a steady rhythm as soon as you tried to tease his tip with kitten licks.

You hummed around him and swallowed each time his tip hit the back of your throat. He stopped the car again and gripped the steering wheel with both hands as he thumped his head against the headrest with a high whimper.

"Fuck that feels incredible." The car slowed and came to a stop. "We're here. Let's go."

You giggled as you sat up and looked around, not recognizing where you were. You could see downtown Seoul shining to the left and admired it for a brief moment before he hopped out of the car, doing up his pants as he went.

He helped you out of the car, closed the door and pinned you against it, thrusting his hips hard against yours so you could feel the effect you had on him as he kissed you roughly. He moved one hand from your hip and slipped it under your skirt, allowing his fingertips to dance up your thighs until he found your pussy. He pressed his fingers against you and massaged you quickly, grinning when you gasped against him. He eased his fingers under the material of your panties and cursed under his breath when he slipped his middle finger into your hot folds and stroked your hard clit slowly, watching with parted lips when your eyes squeezed shut and your legs closed tightly around him in response. You gripped his biceps as he continued to caress you.

"Oh, babe, you're so wet and soft and hot. I need to fuck you." He bit your bottom lip with a low growl. "Come on."

He took your wrist and hurried you up a few flights of stairs and down a brightly lit hall before stopping in front of a door. He punched in a code and pulled you inside.

If someone had told you six months ago that Jeon Jungkook would nearly rip your dress when he pulled it off of you or that a loose string on his shirt would get stuck on one of his nipple piercings as he disrobed quickly so he could finally have you, you wouldn’t have believed them.

But there you were, watching him break the string to free his shirt from the silver piercing before wrapping his arms around your thighs and hauling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You panted as he pushed you up against the wall, your pussy clenching at nothing as you both looked down to watch as he sank his cock into you. You braced yourself against the dresser and cried out, tipping your head back and knocking it on the wall. 

"Fuck Jungkook, fuck! So big!" You whimpered and arched your back as he let out a growl when your nails dug into his biceps. “So big.”

"You're so tight." He clenched his teeth and furrowed his brow as he focused the way your face contorted with each stroke. "I'm gonna wreck this fucking cunt. Gonna ruin you."

"Oh god." You stared up at the ceiling as he continued to pummel you hard and fast with his cock. It was getting hard to breathe as he moved his arms under your knees and pushed them up to your shoulders and stepped closer, nearly folding you entirely in half, but the way he stretched and filled you just to the brink of pain was intoxicating.

He pulled you away from the wall, took two long steps to the left and dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed. You shuddered when your body hit the cold sheets and gripped your painfully hard nipples as he moved your legs to cross at the ankle and held them against his shoulder before he buried himself back into you. 

Sweat beaded on his brow and slipped down his cheeks as he gripped your thighs and held them against his shoulders, the tips of his fingers sinking deep into your flesh as he chased his climax, accentuating his thrusts with groans that gave way to whimpers.

You massaged your breasts in your hands as you watched him throw his head back, his climax caught deep in his throat as he struggled to smother the sounds you longed to hear.

He dropped down on top of you, panting hard against your shoulder, whimpering as he came down from his high and slowly pulled himself from you before sitting back up on his heels.

"Did you like that, baby?" He panted after tossing your legs to one side and falling to the other. You nodded dumbly as your pussy ached from his girth and the fact that you had been so close. So incredibly close it had taken you by surprise. "Good. Wanna stay or should I get you an Uber?"

You felt your heart sink as bliss quickly faded out into regret. 

Right. 

One and done.

It had sounded like such a fun time at the bar. You thought you could handle it. You'd imagined you'd have felt like a new woman afterwards and would waltz out of his apartment with a smile.

But there you were, abandoned again.

Maybe you should have listened to Eun-Young. 

Well, at least the sex had been good and scratched an itch you'd had for far too long.

Maybe you'd sign up for a photography or drawing class when you got home. Maybe you needed a break from relationships for a while.

You couldn't put your heart through this kind of pain again.

You sat up and covered yourself with your hands as you began to scan the room for your clothes, stopping with a gasp when you felt Jungkook’s warm hand on your back gently. You looked over your shoulder at him and waited for him patiently. 

What was this, then? 

He dipped his head and sniggered then kissed your shoulder before whispering against your skin. "You're supposed to say 'oh Jungkookie, I really don't want to leave, but I really need to shower,’ in case you forgot." 

You laughed in relief, shuddering at the feel of his lip ring caressing your skin. Maybe it was just a one and done but at least he'd decided to end it playfully instead of kicking you immediately to the curb. You leaned back against him, letting the heat of his skin sear yours.

"Jungkookie?"

"Yes. Jungkookie. Only you can call me that." He chuckled against your back then pressed another kiss to the top of your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. "Then I'd say 'come shower with me' Then I'd carry you to the shower and wash every inch of you until you felt like a new woman and then we'd go to bed where I hold you all night long and wake you up with some breakfast. I'm thinking.…" He rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he puckered his lips and hummed with a grin, "stew. It's a really good recipe that I mastered. It's the best damn stew you'll ever have."

When was the last time someone had cooked for you other than your mother when you went home to visit? If you were being honest, you couldn't recall anyone cooking for you. You smiled and looked over at Jungkook, when he shuffled to your side. You carded your fingers through his hair that laid in a messy array over his brow. "Stew is good. It’d be a nice way to warm up in the morning."

"I'm gonna go ahead and take that low hanging fruit." He chuckled and scooped you up into his arms as he walked to the washroom. "There are other ways to warm up in the morning."

You laughed as he sat you down and turned the shower on.

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The next morning, you woke to the feeling of a soft, warm hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, lifting it and turning you on to your back. 

You breathed in deeply and let your eyes slowly open when you felt Jungkook’s weight shift between your legs. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and watched his big form move beneath the covers as he sank down onto his stomach and kissed your lower stomach. You hummed a moan and let your head lull back and closed your eyes. 

He kissed his way down your mound and slipped his tongue between your folds, chuckling against you when you whimpered as his tongue eased across your swelling clit. You pushed your hands into his thick hair as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. 

This was a nice way to wake up. 

Tanaaz had once boasted about one of her incredible lovers who had woken her up like this. You had believed that things like this only happened to people like her: stunning, exotic, sensual, seductive. You had always considered yourself… normal. In your experience outrageously good sex didn't happen to normal people. At least it didn't in the movies. Tanaaz could be a movie star. You'd be credited as Barista #1.

"Do you not like this?" Jungkook's voice broke you from your thoughts and you looked down to find him staring at you with his face framed by the soft white sheets he'd gathered back. 

"Huh? No, I love this." You brushed his hair away from his eyes. "You feel great. I just can't believe this is happening to me."

He grinned and climbed up to you, hovering over you as your legs settled around his muscular waist. "Better get used to it, baby."

Get used to it?

As in this would become a regular thing?

He dipped his head down and kissed your neck as he pressed his cock into you, pushing slowly as you accommodated his size. 

"What do you mean? You want to be friends with benefits?"

He shuffled up onto his knees with a groan as you pulsate the muscles that held him tightly then started peppering kisses down to your collarbone as he went, inch by inch then kissed along the tops of your breasts. You arched your back with a series of whimpers as you felt the burn turn to pleasure once he began to stroke his hips against yours.

"So wet for me." He whispered against your ear and rested his weight against you. You raked your nails up his back, appreciating each ripple of muscle beneath your fingers and moaning at the feel of his growl against your neck.

It made your head swim in lust and your eyes grow hazy. 

He was gentler this time, going slower and not nearly as deep. It almost felt like lazy, sleepy sex. 

It didn't take long until he was grunting, his movements suddenly jerky then stilling as he collapsed on top of you, crushing wind from your lungs. 

You grinned to yourself proudly. You had done that. Your body had brought him such pleasure, he didn't have the strength to move off of you. 

Big, muscular Jungkook had been brought to exhaustion by your own little body.

"Damn baby." He huffed in your ear as he brought himself up on to his forearms. He rested his brow against your collarbone and sighed. "That pussy is addictive."

"Really?" You covered your face as you giggled, your face flushing as he removed himself from between your legs and off the bed then scooped you up into his arms, carrying you easily into the washroom.

"I might be able to do a second round in the shower, it's that addictive."

"What? Twice?" You'd heard people talk about multiple rounds of sex, but thought they'd been lying to boost their egos or lure gullible partners to bed with the hopes of impossibly good sex.

If it was actually possible, you were happy to be humbled.

Sure enough, while Jungkook was massaging shampoo onto your scalp with those strong fingers, he pressed his length against you with a chuckle. You gasped in disbelief as you reached behind you and tentatively rested your fingertips on him as though your touch would ruin the magic.

You slowly wrapped your hand around him and stroked him gently until he put his hand on your shoulder and pushed you over. You bent until the side of your face was pressed against the cold tiles. You held your breath as Jungkook positioned himself at your core and put a steadying hand on your hip as he pushed into your swollen and aching cunt. You whimpered at the stretch only releasing your breath when you felt the tops of his thighs against you.

"You're such a good girl." He put his other hand on your shoulder and began thrusting in quick bursts. "You're taking all of me like a…." 

He stopped and stood still when his phone rang loudly from the other room.. 

"Damn it. I'm late for work." He muttered and heaved a sigh before digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips and thrust quickly again.

It didn't take him long to finish with a growl, tipping over to rest his head against your back. The feel of his breath puffing against your warm wet shoulder made goosebumps flow down your arms and core. He stayed that way for a moment then pulled himself from you and turned you towards him, pinning you against the wall and kissing you hard, his lip ring sinking into your lip.

"No breakfast this time. I gotta fly." He shrugged and looked at you sheepishly then took his loofah from a hook around the shower head and drizzled grapefruit scented soap onto it. 

This time…. 

"That's okay."

He held the bottle out and squirted soap into your hand. 

Washing yourselves this time was awkward. Quiet and fast.  

"Are you going to be okay getting home?” He handed you a towel after shutting the shower off and stepping out. “Or wherever you're going?" 

You nodded, taking the towel and beginning to dry off. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Something nagged inside of you. Like there was something unspoken in the deafening silence. "This was fun. I mean, I liked… uhh…"

You covered your face to shield your embarrassment with the towel as Jungkook looked over at you curiously. His wet hair hung over his brow, skirting his lashes while his piercing peeked through. 

Why were you being so weird? Why couldn’t you just stay calm and be quiet? This was done. Once you walked through the door and said your farewells, that’d be it. When you saw him at the club, maybe you’d share a smile. Maybe Tanaaz or Eun-Young would need to order you your drinks for a little while until you stopped feeling awkward around him. You didn’t trust yourself to not fall for him anymore. 

Not after last night and this morning.

"Hello?"

You blinked and realized Jungkook was waving his hand before your face, a smirk lighting up his face and showing off his adorable bunny teeth. You flushed and shook your head as you bowed bashfully.

He chuckled and dropped his towel on the bar behind you.

"Cutie. I asked if you were going to the club later? I'm working there again tonight and I wanna see you again."

"Wait, what? This wasn't just a one and done thing?"

"Do you want it to be?" He watched you with a growing smirk as your mouth parted and you stared at him dumbly. "You don't know? I'm offended."

His tone was teasing as he turned and walked away, letting you watch his well sculpted back and ass sway as though it was perfectly normal to walk around naked in front of people.

Well, he had just fucked you… three times.

You blinked again and shook your head before following him into the bedroom. "I don't mean that. I want it again. Like really bad." He chuckled from the closet while you plucked up your clothes from the floor. "This is just… new to me. I thought…"

"There are a lot of rumors out there about me. I may not be as squeaky clean as my mom likes to think," he walked out of the closet fastening the cuffs of a white dress shirt that was neatly tucked into black slacks, "but I'm not a total cad."

"Why me then?"

He smoothed a hand over your cheek, cupped the back of your neck and stared down into your eyes. "Why not you? Why aren't you good enough?"

Your mind went blank at the question. You hadn't realized you thought so little of yourself.

He shook his head and pulled you in for a kiss. You melted against him, allowing your towel to fall to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He held you close and pushed his tongue between your lips, allowing it to dance with yours before his phone vibrated again. He pulled away with a sigh and stared down at your breasts, grinning as he shook his head and pinched a nipple. "Fuck, I wish I could have you again right now. You gotta get dressed quick. Sorry to rush you, but my boss is gonna beat my ass if I don’t run."

You nodded and tugged on your clothes as quickly as you could then followed him out to the door where you stepped into your shoes that had been tossed hastily on the tile of the entryway next to your purse. He watched you bend your leg back as you pulled your shoes on and tilted his head while the tip of his tongue skirted his bottom lip.

You slipped out the door when he opened it for you and turned back to him as he locked up and regarded you with a grin. "I'll see you tonight." 

You watched him hurry to the stairs with long strides, your eyes glued to that marvelous ass that made his slacks tight.

Once he disappeared, you drew a deep breath and made your way to the elevator, hugging your purse to you as you leaned against the wall and processed what had happened.

The girls weren’t going to believe this.

So! What did we think? I've never written a series before, so I'd love to know your thoughts. This one has been a long time in the making. I don't know how often I can update it, BUT, I have some of the next part written and a good idea of where this is going.

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YOONMIN SMUT

A/n: There isn’t alot of Yoonmin x reader smut on here, so I decided I’d become a source hehe. Especially since they’re both my biases. So here I am with this. I can make this a series if anyone is interested, just let me know.

Pairing: Yoonmin x reader

Warnings: (Alot) TW!! Sexual abuse, physical abuse, PTSD, panic attacks, dom Yoonmin, sub reader, derogatory speech, use of slut, pet, etc. Reader is freaky but is scared to show it, oral (m&f receiving)

Abuse is NOT done by Yoonmin.

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Movie nights with your two best friends were always something you looked forward to. The feeling of the fluffiest blanket you could find wrapped around you three, as you huddled close to each other on the couch of whoever was hosting, an impressive array of snacks on the coffee table in front of you, the lights dim and the vibes immaculate.

It didn’t really matter who hosted either, since it felt like their homes were yours and both Yoongi and Jimin were quite comfortable in your home too.

What surprised third parties was that despite only having known them for about a year and a half, there had been undeniable chemistry between you three, and you had readily become close to each other, to the point that now, you and Jimin were often hanging out at Yoongi’s restaurant, waiting for his shift to end so you could hang out together for a little while. On other days, you and Yoongi found yourself roaming the park outside the preschool Jimin taught at, waiting for him to be done for the day so you three could go for lunch, or simply have a picnic in the park, an activity that was routine and mundane to you by now, but in your heart of hearts you knew it was extremely cheesy, 

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❆ ANTIFREEZE ❆

— jimin x female!reader

— smut, pwp | college!au, ballet/christmas au

— alpha/beta/omega-verse, mentions of anxiety & insecurity, mutual pining, semi-public sex, praise kink, spanking, jimin’s thighs in tights, everyone’s putting their inhuman flexibility to good use

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‘Don’t sleep with your dance partners.’ 

For three years, Jimin has followed the above rule religiously. Who knew it would take a vengeful ex, a Christmas fundraiser, and a pair of torn tights for his resolve to crumble?  

↳ alternatively : Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

❆ part of the happy ho-lidays collab ❆

author’s notes | fic inspo - antifreeze by the black skirts/baek yerin. also we’re going to collectively ignore that i did 9 years of ballet bc i took way too many liberties with this fic. balanchine is rolling around in his grave.

happy holidays everyone ♡ @floralseokjin @suga-kookiemonster @sugaurora @underthejoon​ @btssavedmylifeblr​ @kpopfanfictrash​

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Superstitions

summary: There is a superstitious belief where one can never go directly to one's home after attending a funeral unless they head elsewhere before doing so. Why? To avoid a lost soul from following you home.

pairing: ghost!jimin x fem!reader genre: spooky szn au lol, sad and fluff

warning: mentions of death

You were never one to believe in superstition or fortune telling. You always thought these were barriers set to limit an individual from doing the barest of all bare activities. You plotted it to the government trying to stop the traffic flow in the streets when officials were in a rush to attend whatever function they had to be at even if it wasn’t of any importance or simply the elders trying to control teenagers from doing bizarre shit that could embarrass the whole family.

Tonight, you’re here in a memorial home to extend your condolences to your best friend who lost her cousin to a bad brawl that didn’t really concern him in the first place. It was a matter of the wrong person in the wrong situation. Sitting there beside her wailing figure, you guessed she had missed a number of days with sleep yet she never ran out of tears to cry. Apparently she was very close with him growing up. Unfortunately the two of you were never introduced to each other but here you are paying your respects.

“He had so much going on for him. He was always good at everything,” you friend utters as she wiped away her tears.

“I’m sure he’s in a good place now with no pain,” you tried to reassure her.

She sighs deeply and shakes her head, “I just..I wish it wasn’t him. It shouldn’t have been him in the first place. They got the wrong person, Y/N”

You didn’t exactly know her pain but you understood it having dealt with losses in your life as well. When she asked you if you wanted to come forward to the casket to have a glimpse, you politely declined. There were two things you were scared of – looking at caskets and ghosts. The fallacy of unfounded beliefs never scared you except for ghosts. No matter how crazy it is to explain how they’re not real you just can’t seem to get over that fact. It still scares you shitless.

“I’m heading home now. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll come back here, alright?” You gave your friend a tight hug.

“Okay, but go have coffee somewhere before going home”

“Why?”

“You know, so spirits don’t follow you,” she rubs at her arm knowing you wouldn’t buy it.

“I know you don’t believe in any of those things but just do it to be sure,” you nodded and made your leave.

Of course you didn’t follow her advice. You were too tired from work and only went straight here because you wanted to be there for her and her family and right now, beliefs have no space in your mind let alone energy to kill time you didn’t have for the day. As soon as you got home, you went straight to your bed and called it a day. Too sleepy to be bothered with taking a shower first. You had insomnia and found that exhausting yourself usually does the trick to catch on sleep.

You woke up earlier than your alarm clock so you decided to make yourself a cup of coffee to drink while you made your way to your condo’s balcony. Your peripheral vision caught on your new neighbor who was taking in the view with a smile.

‘So that’s what my neighbor looks like’ you thought.

He turns his head towards you, almost shocked that you were also staring at him. He nods coyly at you which you returned.

“Good morning,” you greeted him.

“Oh uh yeah, hi. Good morning,” he looked like he was stunned, his face painted a lot of emotions but mostly confusion.

“I’ve never seen you come out to your balcony,” you couldn’t help but say it. In your defense, you were kind of curious.

“I’m always outside, just not here,” he shrugs.

“I’m Jimin by the way”

“Y/N. Good to finally see you, neighbor,” you raise your cup of coffee at him.

You don’t know what was happening but ever since your small interaction with him, it became so frequent that it was almost as if part of your routine. On nights when your insomnia came to visit you again, you spent long hours talking to Jimin on the balcony. The space between your railings didn’t bother the both of you. It felt nice to have sensible conversations with a stranger. It’s also a plus that Jimin was funny. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice catches your attention.

“Mmm, just insomnia things,” he chuckles at your response.

“I think you should see a sleep doctor for that”

“There’s no such thing as a sleep doctor, Jimin,” you laughed but he shrugs.

“Whatever they call it, you need to see one. Missing out on sleep is bad for your health”

“It’s fine I don’t plan on living forever anyways,” he frowns.

“Hey don’t say that. A lot of people still want to live, you know?”

You didn’t mean to make it sound so dark like that but you remembered your friend’s cousin who died tragically. Suddenly, you felt guilty with what you said.

“No, like, I meant living up to 60 years old or something”

“60 is a good number,” Jimin smiles at you.

“How about you?”

He didn’t answer quickly, he just stayed silent and looked sad. “I don’t really know where life takes me but I wish not too soon,” his voice was laced with sadness and uncertainty. “There are a lot of things I still wanna do.”

“Like what?” He hesitated to answer but you were all ears. “Come on, I’ve got plenty of time to listen if you wanna go through all of it one by one”

He sighs deeply, “I still want to travel with my friends or maybe go camping with them, I wanna have my own cafe, maybe get to know you even more if time permits”

You blushed at the last sentence, “We’ve got plenty of time, Jimin.”

Jimin just smiled at you, cherishing the memories of all the nights you both spent by the balcony. He was grateful that for once in his life he met someone as amazing as you. He even thought you’d make the perfect girlfriend if only things weren’t as complicated as they were.

“Good night, Y/N. It was lovely talking to you,” he smiles at you with sad eyes. “I’m gonna miss you when I move out.”

You frowned, “You’re moving out? When? Where?”

“I’m moving in there tomorrow. I found this new place but it's not as great as this one, there’s no talkative neighbors like you there,” he bitterly chuckles.

You wanted to cry because you had grown attached to him and all the conversations you’ve shared for the last four years. Not having Jimin waiting outside by his balcony to have another late night talk about the dumbest of things would feel like a huge shift in your everyday life.

“O-oh, okay. I hope you’ll like it there,” your lips trembled but quickly turned into shock when Jimin climbed up the railings to cross over to your side.

“Jimin–”

“Hi,” he flashes a boyish grin. He cups your face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. “Thank you for talking to me, Y/N. I’m gonna miss you”

You meet his gaze with eyes still glinting, “I..I’m gonna miss you too, Jimin.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tightly. Not once have you ever shook hands with him when you greeted him the first time or the rest of the nights where all you both did were raise glasses at each other, sometimes watching each other through squinted eyes as both of you danced like a bunch of goofs on a prom night – all your interactions with him were in a distance, within arms reach yet it still seemed too fat away from each other.

This is the first time you and Jimin have finally touched each other with no space in between the two of you. You pulled him closer, taking in his scent and warmth. Strangers come and go but Jimin was the only one who made a mark in your life. He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you, making you giggle.

“This feels nice,” he says almost in a whisper. He looks into your eyes once more, “I always knew your eyes were a different shade of hazel”

“A different shade?”

“Yeah, when the sun hits it’s golden. When the moon kisses your face, it’s coffee with a hint of milk,” you giggled.

“A hint of w-what...the fuck?” You both laughed, still not breaking the embrace. “Uhh Jimin?”

“Mmm?”

“Would you like to stay over for the night? We could, uhm, cuddle?”

There was a long pause before he replied. He thought about it carefully before giving his answer, “Sure, why not? But I’ll have to leave early tomorrow so I won’t wake you up anymore.”

‘Well that’s sad,’ you mentally sighed but nodded nonetheless.

You curled up in his arms on the couch all through the night, surfing through countless movies from a certain ‘Best Films of All Time’ list you found online but only ending up watching three at most before you dozed off in the middle of the third movie. Jimin watched your sleeping figure, tucking away the stray hairs that curtained your face. He kissed your forehead for the last time before he slowly pulled himself away. Before he makes his exit, he makes sure to leave a sticky note by your fridge for you to read so you wouldn’t be too sad when you wake up without any sight of him.

You woke up to the sound of shuffling from the Jimin’s unit, ‘They’re probably moving all his things out now’

You slowly made your way to your door to take a peek. Your curiosity turned to surprise when you saw your best friend standing outside Jimin’s unit’s doorway, “Hey, Are we neighbors now?”

It was a relief to have a friend living next door again. You cheekily grinned at your friend but it quickly faltered when she gave you a confused look.

“I wish we were but I’m just getting my cousin’s stuff,” you cocked a brow.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah, my cousin who died four years ago. The funeral you attended.”

You were still not getting it. All you knew was Jimin was moving out to settle in his new place he says is nicer than this one.

“This is my cousin Jimin’s unit. I’m just here to help pack away his things because his parents are putting it up for sale.”

You stood there frozen, still unable to digest the information you just heard. Jimin was the cousin your friend mourned. Jimin was your neighbor who held you close last night. Jimin’s dead and it’s been for four years but you could’ve sworn you spent the last four years sharing drinks and stories with him every single night.

“I– I’m sorry, I’ll head back inside for a bit.”

Legs wobbled as you took long strides back inside your unit. Your hand covered your mouth in utter disbelief. How can he be dead when he spent the night with you here? On top of that, he didn’t even feel like he was dead. He felt like any regular person would; warm and cuddly. Your hands held onto your fridge for support only to slip, making a note fall off.

You crouched down slowly to pick up the yellow sticky note to read what was on it. Written in black ink were: Hey Y/N, I’m sorry if I’m leaving so soon. I didn’t want to see you sad again before I go. Take care alright? Love you :) - J

You couldn’t help it anymore. You bawled your eyes out at a loss that was never yours. A loss that was an open ended ending for the both of you. Your best friend hears your cries and rushes to your door, knocking profusely.

“Y/N? It’s me! Open up!”

You got up and tried to wipe your tears but to no avail; your tears were like raindrops, constantly raining down on your face. With bloodshot eyes and heaving breath, you opened the door and quickly hugged your best friend tightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jimin he’s–” your friend looks at you worriedly until it finally hits her.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes?” You sniffed.

“Have you been seeing ghosts again?” you shook your head.

There were two things you were scared of – looking at caskets and ghosts. The fallacy of unfounded beliefs never scared you except for ghosts. You were born with an open third eye and interacted with them as if they were amongst the living going on with their roundabouts like they did when they were still alive. You didn’t exactly know your friend’s pain when she lost a loved one but you understood the feeling of losing people; the ghosts you’ve been friends with.

When a lost spirit marks its fourth year anniversary of wandering the world of the living, their spirit just vanishes seemingly like another death. Out of all the lost souls that were once strangers to you but you befriended – all of them came and went by their fourth year – Jimin was the only one who made a mark in your life. Ghosts aren’t so bad especially when they’re the only friends you have left when everyone else is busy with their own lives but departing from them for good is what scares you constantly.

The day you tell anyone again you still see spirits will be the last time you’re seeing one ever again.

Sleepover

You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

☆ pairing: best friend!seokjin x fem!reader x best friend!jimin

☆ genre: roommates au, best friends with benefits, smut

☆ word count: 7.3k

☆ warnings: evil jin & jimin cus i can't write them if they aren't meanies (they're still cuties 💘), reader's kinda a bimbo and a crybaby oops, roommates jinmin, a bit of possessiveness 🤫, pussy drunk jimin <3 (he could drown himself in it istg), dicks analysis 🤓 (i love doing that, sorry not sorry), threesome, unprotected sex, degradation, edging, oral (f & m), fingering, lil bit of anal play 🙊, cum eating, and btw kissing is overrated.

a.n.: fucking finally ‼️ this is me signing up for hell. jinmin turned me into a helpless romantic whore. ... idk how my characters are supposed to interact outside of sex ☠️ sorry

"Hi."

Seokjin greets you as a huge grin forms on his face. He leans on the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down before hiding his other hand in the pocket of his shorts. You recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favourite and lucky pair of shorts.

"Hello," you say in return, passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with Jimin.

His eyes follow you, lingering on your body shamelessly. You're already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your Snoopy themed night shorts with a random t-shirt you own since high school.

You turn around, catching Seokjin staring at you at the same time. Fortunately, you're not that bright so you don't question him. You probably didn't even notice his eyes were on you anyway.

"Where's Jiminie?" You ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you.

After he closes the door behind him, he walks up to you. He almost wants to laugh at the height difference you share. He can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadn't your head tilted upward to look at him.

He's much taller and larger than you. It does something to him. Is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him? Maybe, but screw it. It attracts him, he can't deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.

"He'll be back soon," he answers, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you. "He went to take a quick shower. Didn't want to stink after his practice," Seokjin explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on Jimin's bed.

He doesn't mean to make you anxious. It's not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. Really fucking cute.

Jimin's bed is placed on the left side of the room while Seokjin's bed is on the right. Their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... it's the opposite. Typical of a young man's room — of a two young men's room.

It's not super messy where you can't even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini-fridge and dirty clothes are scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.

As unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.

And anyway, they know how to clean, they just don't really do it. What's new?

"Sorry for the wait!" Jimin exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel around his shoulders. He shakes his head, trying to get his wet brown hair away from his face. "The shower I normally use was broken, so I had to use another one and the stupid curtain was sticking to my ass," he loudly complains and removes his sandals by throwing them in a corner by the entry, walking up to you.

"That's why I don't pull the curtain," Seokjin says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. "Doesn't bother me anymore."

Jimin winces, giving him a dirty look. "You're fucked up for that," he accuses Seokjin, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can dry properly. "There's water everywhere if you don't pull it."

"And you make weird eye contact with people," you add on, Jimin agreeing with you with a 'yeah' and a nod of his head.

Seokjin rolls his eyes as if you and Jimin are the weird ones when everybody knows damn well it's fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.

"Nah, just close your eyes," he persists, believing he's in the right and you both are in the wrong. "And anyway, it's better than having the curtain sticking to your butt every time someone enters the shower room. Plus, there's a drain for the water, so fuck you."

You gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. He only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.

"Don't say that!" You reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute. It's unfortunate how he'll never take your anger seriously.

He grabs your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he can't help but laugh at your facial expression. "I wasn't saying it to you, babe," he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. Your face is then a couple inches away from his, the corner of his mouth twitching up, as always. "Just to him 'cause he deserves it, but not you."

You look at him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plump lips seem way too close to yours. You notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, understanding the idea he has in mind. You don't let him think about it too much.

"You're stupid," you mumble as you detach yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.

You glimpse in Jimin's way, hoping he didn't see how Seokjin was literally asking for a kiss, but he's busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.

Seokjin's eyes haven't left you, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.

"Ok, so... what movie do we watch?"

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"There's no more soda," Seokjin announces, looking inside their almost empty mini-fridge. It would be time to go to the grocery store.

"But I need one!" You whine from where you are laid down on Seokjin's bed, previously sandwiched between the two men with Jimin's laptop on your lap to watch a movie. "I'm thirsty and water won't hit the same..."

Seokjin sighs, knowing he'll give in to your whims. How can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice? You're their spoiled best friend, after all.

"I have to go to the convenience store..." He explains, hoping it'll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.

You keep the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. "Yeah?" You say back, not bothered to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. "Please, you'd be a sweetheart, Jinnie," you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as always.

"Okay..." He sighs again, upset for being so weak with you. You deserve it, but he's not really willing to leave you alone with Jimin, especially with the smug smile he has on his face right now.

"Bring some candies, too," you ask while he's searching through his wallet to check if he has enough coins.

"And chips," Jimin adds in, smirking like a devious child. "Oh, and ramen, since we're at it."

Seokjin narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he can't tell what exactly. "Do you have the money for it?"

"You do," he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.

"I'm not paying for your shit, Jimin," Seokjin says back, putting his coins in the pocket of his basketball shorts.

"Ah, come on, hyung!" Jimin groans, but his friend doesn't want to hear him.

He picks up a pair of dirty jeans off the floor, knowing Jimin hides his coins in there. He pulls out a couple, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.

He puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, opening the door. "Don't wait for me!" He yells before exiting his dorm room he shares with Jimin, door closing behind him.

As you're about to press on the spacebar to resume the movie, Jimin closes his laptop, extending his body over yours to drop off the electronic device on the floor.

"What are you doing?" You question him, confused.

"Waiting for Jin."

"But he said-"

He cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. "Shut up, will you, princess?" He smiles when you don't dare to open your mouth again, looking at him with widened eyes and pouty lips.

He hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. He rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. Your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what Jimin is about to do.

He carefully lifts your pyjama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush against your skin. He glances at you when you move, but he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you don't have to be anxious.

You swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. He kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.

You shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he gives your stomach more kisses. They are wet and warm as well as intimate and sexual.

He presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your crotch. You're flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.

His hands grip the fat of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesn't pain you. It cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. Owns your body, owns your emotions because there's nobody else at the moment other than him who makes you feel this way.

His hands on your hips shift down to your clothes that separate you from his insatiable mouth. It's as if it's searching for you, searching for your core that is turning wetter as the time passes incredibly slow.

His lips travel between your thighs and you open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on your private parts. His fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. He pulls them slightly down, but stops since he likes torturing you.

"Are you going to... to, um…" You lose your words, gasping loudly when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.

He doesn't stay long, going up just above your pelvis, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. "Yeah," he whispers, confirming your doubts.

You feel his hot breath on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, also bringing down your panties. "Like... like the last time?" You ask in a little voice, which makes Jimin smirk.

"Like the last time," he repeats before concentrating back on his task.

He attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that he's now using his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off of you. It works, you don't fight back and only bury your fingers in his thick soft hair.

Rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten the moment Jimin puts his mouth on your pussy. He licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clitoris, wrapping his lips around it. He passes his arms around your hips and your legs hang on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.

He nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it puffy and swollen. He sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. You buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping his hair between your fists.

You moan sweetly, Jimin's cock hardening in his shorts at the beautiful sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that he's literally making out with your pussy.

You imprison his head between your plush thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he likes it very much. He's happy to know he makes you feel good, so good that you could suffocate him between your thighs. You do this because you're agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.

His head of silky brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind fuzzy from thousand little clouds.

He suckles on your clit and you lack the words to describe the feeling, but it's wet, so wet. His tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like it’s second nature to him. At this very moment, you believe Jimin was born to eat pussy and nothing else.

He ruts his hips against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in its confines. The wet sounds your cunt produces turn him on so bad, dick painfully hard at the melody of your moans and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasn't already buried between your legs.

It's a lot for you, your fingers can't compete against his mouth — they would lose instantly. If Seokjin knew what you two were doing right now, you can't imagine what his reaction would be. You wonder if he knows about last time, there's no way he doesn't, Jimin hides nothing from him.

If he knows, then why did he leave you alone with his friend who is incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt? That's why he was so hesitant. You feel bad, you shouldn't be doing this behind his back... No, you shouldn't be doing this at all. Or should you?

Is Seokjin's tongue as skillful as Jimin's? As wet and warm? Surely, with his pair of heart-shaped lips you can only imagine what they would do to your poor little clit.

You moan at the thought, twisting Jimin's hair in your small fists, coming closer to your orgasm. It doesn't take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. With skills like his, you're sure to be in seventh heaven really quickly.

So quickly and intensely that you don't even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend.

"Jimin, what the fuck!?"

You knit your eyebrows at the sudden exclamation, but don't give it much importance as you feel your orgasm coming. Your pleasure is cut short and you get frustrated really fast.

"No, no, no," you panic, feeling Jimin's mouth leaving your pussy. You pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesn't budge.

"What?" Jimin responds nonchalantly, looking at Seokjin who has just entered the dorm with sodas and snacks bought at the convenience store down the street. "Don't you want the poor girl to cum?" He smirks like the situation is totally normal.

And maybe it is normal. It's not the first time he's gotten his way with you, it surely won't be the last. You're stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how they undress you with their eyes and how they lick their lips salaciously whenever you find yourself in a compromising position.

They are perverts, but with you they are more than that and you're about to find it out.

You turn your head toward Seokjin who's standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark eyebrows. His gaze is sharp, mad at you for being such a whore, but can he really blame you when Jimin's lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.

"Oh, please, Jinnie!" You beg, clit pulsating. Having Jimin's mouth just over your cunt is agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second.

"What are you begging for, hm?" He says, his voice husky, making your stomach twist. You whine, eyes watering at how badly you need this release. "Can you tell me instead of crying like a little slut?"

Jimin looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow Seokjin's order. You find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you would've orgasmed by the time. And it would have been magical.

Sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear Jimin is doing it on purpose. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with Seokjin. "Please, can I cum?"

"I don't know," he answers curtly and you frown even more. He approaches you and lean over you, taking a hold of your jaw, angling it in his direction. "How badly do you want it?" He whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you can't help but stare at them.

"I- I," you stutter out, totally braindead and on the verge of tears. It shouldn't be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. You surely look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. "Please, want it badly."

"Good girl," he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. "Yes, you can, sweetheart," he gives his approval and your eyes light up.

Jimin doesn't wait to get back into it, lips already on your clit when Seokjin lets go of your face. You both look down at where Jimin's mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.

You whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. You jut your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.

You're brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around Jimin's head. Seokjin takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue.

You close your lips around him and you ask yourself if he's verifying how much you can handle at once. If you can take his long fingers, you're surely capable of taking something else way bigger.

You drool all over yourself and wince at the wet feeling, not really appreciating it. You moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in Jimin's face, the knot in your stomach ripping apart. The pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. Who would've thought Jimin's mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.

You cum hard while still having Seokjin's fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. You hear Jimin groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your cunt rubbing in his face.

Jimin removes your thighs off of his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. He savours your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. He makes out with your pussy and this time it's not just an impression. He's opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he was kissing you.

Seokjin retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, cupping your jaw after. "Happy? You got what you wanted, greedy little girl," he rasps out, gritting his teeth.

He's so hot when he grits his teeth. He has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps run down your spine. He seems mad, upset you've let Jimin get into your pants so easily without a second thought. Or mad because you didn't wait for him. Well, according to Jimin it's what you were doing, but you shouldn't have started without him. If only you knew you were about to start that.

"Yes," you nod, muttering the word. Seokjin holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.

Jimin gets up on his knees and your heart does a flip in your chest at the view of him with his hair tousled, knowing you're the cause of this beautiful mess. His lips and chin are drenched in your juices. He licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.

"She's just a dumb little girl, now," he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. "Did you have a good time, hm? Grinding on my tongue like a deprived virgin?"

Seokjin frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. "She sure did," he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. "Look at her. No thoughts behind those pretty eyes."

You want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.

Jimin is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when Seokjin stops him. "What are you doing?" He asks with a scowl on his face.

"Well, it's my turn," he answers casually, but Seokjin doesn't really agree with him. "I got her all wet, I deserve that pussy."

"Yeah, and you did it behind my back. It's only fair I get to it first-"

"No..." You grumble, interrupting your friend. They both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. "Stop fighting. I get to decide who enters me." You roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape Jimin. You sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. "And nobody will."

"What!? Why!" Jimin exclaims while Seokjin scoffs. It's stupidly easy to piss them off.

You place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing Seokjin and your clad feet hanging off the mattress. You grab Jimin's hand to bring him over to you. You sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while Jimin is placed on his knees, back straight.

You look over your shoulder and point at Seokjin where he should be. "Kneel here," you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.

You smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. Two pairs of plump lips on your sex on the same day? Blissful.

But you should know Seokjin isn't really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. He's the one who commands, not the opposite. Never the opposite.

"Jimin," you tug on his shorts, making him look down at you.

He smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. "Yeah, princess?" He purses his lips as if to send you a kiss. "Wanna suck on my dick? Is that what you want?" He coos, saying such lewd words in a soft voice.

"Please."

He groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. "Get rid of that first, baby," he demands, pulling your pyjama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. "Perfect..." He purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his shorts.

At the same time Jimin's pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. You gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.

You can't really focus on what's happening behind when Jimin's angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. You moan at the sight, having never thought that seeing your best friend's dick would have been so arousing.

He's perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. He's not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. Looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a dog in front of a bowl of food.

Jimin is not shaved and you love it. He has two well defined shallow grooves on his abdomen going from his hip bone to his pubis, accentuating how slim and muscled his body is. A few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pubis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.

You open your mouth, Jimin guiding his cock toward your mouth, but it's at that moment that Seokjin plunges two fingers in your cunt. You moan out, knitting your eyebrows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. He scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think he's stretching you out exactly for that.

"Shhh," Jimin tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. "Keep your mouth open, baby." You do so and he doesn't hesitate to penetrate it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep it steady.

He keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you relax your jaw, letting him stuff you full of his cock. You want to reach the end so bad, pleasure Jimin like he did with you, but he feeds you his dick slowly, too slowly.

You've never been that eager, that impatient to suck a cock. You want to make him cum, to satisfy him. You want him to use you, use you like you're worth nothing more than a sexual object. He can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about his — their — pleasure.

He holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers he's far enough in. "Ah, what a good fucking whore," he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff erection, drool dripping down on your chin from being so full.

You bat your eyelashes at Jimin, feeling your eyes stinging. He growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.

You can't see Seokjin's movements, but you can feel everything. His breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your butt, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.

He lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. You clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.

It's nowhere near uncomfortable, though it's not an area you usually explore when you're alone. You keep your jaw slack for Jimin as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. He doesn't move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. It's enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.

You arch your back to Seokjin's pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. He curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around Jimin's thick cock.

It sends delicious vibrations through Jimin's body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. He frowns adorably while his mouth is ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.

Seokjin's traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. He slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of Jimin's cock in your mouth. You unclench and he can finally move in freely.

He pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. You push your behind onto Seokjin, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you have no idea.

You're trapped between your two male best friends and you don't know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. One feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. How can your brain function correctly in this situation? Well, it cannot.

"So fucking impatient," Seokjin observes, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. The stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.

He removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around Jimin, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he extracted his thumb. You feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when Seokjin brings up more arousal.

He pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. You feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. He almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass.

Your eyes roll back and Jimin sees it, gripping your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. You let out a painful long whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass Seokjin offers you.

Jimin guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. He groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return.

His face is all puffy, cheeks coloured in red, breath shallow and lips dried. He licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. He looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless it's to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at an exhilarating pace.

You feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before Seokjin spits on it. "I should fuck that tight ass," he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. "For fucking with Jimin behind my back." He passes a finger over your slicks, noticing how wet you are.

You want to protest, hearing Seokjin standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. You're about to pull out when Jimin pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. "Ah, shit..." He hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.

It's not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at Jimin, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.

Seokjin pushes his bulbous head down your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. You wonder if he'd really dare to do it, but you know he's not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. He's teasing, as always.

"Stop whining, baby," Jimin coos, stroking your cheek delicately. He moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his meaty cock. "Relax, m'kay? There's nothing to worry about, it's just us," he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.

You finally feel his cock penetrating you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. Your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around Jimin's hard dick. One hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your sweaty skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.

"She's fucking tight, sucking me in like crazy," Seokjin rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. "Acts like she doesn't wanna get fucked, but that's all she's been dreaming about..."

You whine, wanting to say something, but you can't while having a full mouth. "Such a dirty girl, aren't you, princess?" Jimin purrs, perfect pink lips curving upward into an evil smile.

He refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. You do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

"Ah, fuck-!" Jimin frowns and grits his teeth, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. He yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.

His cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. You breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. You blink several times, looking back into his eyes before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on Jimin.

Seokjin doesn't miss your sweet spot and it's too intense for you, holding on to Jimin for some emotional support. You grip the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while you're getting fucked by one of your best friends.

Jimin can't help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. It makes you arch your back, leaning on Jimin's touch and pushing your hips against Seokjin's.

The man behind you grips your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. He snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.

Jimin's erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. He sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. "Wanna suck it, baby?" He asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. "Don't be shy, open your mouth..."

You part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. Jimin hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of Seokjin's actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.

Suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. He then pulls out and your legs fail you, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. You cry, letting go of Jimin's cock and glancing over your shoulder to see Seokjin getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.

"Do you want to switch?" Jimin questions his hyung and this one nods, catching his breath.

"Yeah," he breathes out a positive answer.

Jimin smirks down at you. "Come here, baby," he softly instructs, grabbing your bicep and bringing you to the head of the bed. He takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. "Turn around, show me this little ass."

You straddle his lap how he wants it and you see Seokjin following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. He's long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than Jimin. You suppose he's the type to get more length when erect, unlike his friend.

"Come on, princess, put it in," Jimin smiles and you look at him, shuddering in desire at his words. "Sit on it," he insists.

"Yes, Minnie," you sigh out of exhaustion.

You take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly when you sink down on him. The stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. He twitches happily in you, Jimin extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.

You moan in unison, Jimin letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. He doesn't reach as deep as Seokjin, but he fills you up really well.

"Oh, fuck," Jimin curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. "Go ahead, ride me, baby," he softly demands and you oblige happily.

You start doing a grind motion, leaning on Jimin's thighs to keep your balance. He runs his palms all over your body, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.

Seokjin grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. "Show me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart," he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

His long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your mouth. He hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat. He collects your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.

You bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you can't fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still sitting on Jimin's thigh. You hear the beautiful, raspy moans of Seokjin, proud of yourself for making him feel good.

He is smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. You love the sleek feeling of Seokjin's pubis, although you equally adore the stinging feeling of Jimin's pubic hair against your skin.

You grind on Jimin, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a 'fuck yeah' while directing your hips.

You suck Seokjin as if you were in a porno, bobbing your head over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. You don't know where this sudden vigour comes from, but you won't complain. Surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.

"Fucking slut," Jimin slurs out, pupil dilated and filled in lust at the sight of a white ring around the base of his cock left by your pussy.

You whine around Seokjin, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. It doesn't matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you.

You like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. But they know damn well none of the things they say are true, that's why it's so exciting.

You move in slow circles, Jimin's hands grabbing and slapping your ass. Your juices are everywhere, dripping down on his balls and sticking to his pelvis. It feels a little bit nasty, but you don't think anyone in this room really cares.

It smells so much like sex and you wonder how long it'll take for the odour to go away. Knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in. You would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought makes you slightly smile.

"Fuck, this mouth is doing wonders," Seokjin compliments and you're ravished to hear that. "Don't know how long I'll last, sweetheart," he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.

"Same," Jimin adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.

You're encouraged by that, pleased to know you're making them feel really good. You use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on Jimin's dick. You love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just can't keep his size.

You take Seokjin's in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. He groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.

"Okay- Fuck," Seokjin begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. He puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth. "I'm taking her pussy, now," he says, still looking at you even though he's addressing Jimin.

"No! Why?" Jimin complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.

"Because I want to," he says back, too stubborn to even consider another option.

"Well, you're gonna let me finish first."

As you lift up your hips, Jimin's cock pulling out of you, he's quick to turn you around and lay you down on the bed where he was positioned previously. Seokjin lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friend — even though he's not acting very mature either.

Jimin straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. You watch his hand running up and down his length rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.

"Shit, shit- I'm cumming," he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. He was already close when he was in you, so it doesn't take long until he's brought back close to his high.

His eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like there's nothing sexier than them. His hips stutter and you place your palms on his naked thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.

"Ah! Fuck," he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. You look at him emptying himself on your chest, long ropes of white cum landing on your breasts. He keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip.

He whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. He eventually finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. His chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal breathing.

"Go away, loser."

Jimin sends a murderous glare at Seokjin before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.

Seokjin penetrates you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. You gasp when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. You sneak a hand between your legs, reaching your pulsating and puffy clit left alone for too long now.

With your other hand, you swipe a finger in Jimin's cum on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. Seokjin watches you eating his friend's cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps a little jealous.

"Oh! Jinnie," you mewl, the knot in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing quick circles on your clit.

You lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around Seokjin's long cock. You moan loudly when you reach your high, milky his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, sweetheart." His hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.

He doesn't pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting everything he has deep into you. You sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.

"I'm so full, Jinnie," you purrs and he slips out slowly, looking at his seeds dripping out of you as you hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.

He wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. But of course, he's not the only one to want this. He'd have to share.

"Next time, I'm the one cumming inside," Jimin says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance falling out of your hole. "You selfish jerk," he mutters to his friend.

Later on, after Seokjin passed a cloth between your legs and Jimin cleaned the mess he made on your breasts, you fell asleep in Seokjin's bed. The boys finished the movie without you since you were too tired, eyelids closing on their own.

They stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like doing a certain amount of push-ups in a determined time.

They didn't really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. Though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. You don't know who slept beside you that night, but you woke up with Jimin's arm around your waist and Seokjin coming back with breakfast.

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Do not ask for a part 2.