Innocence (m.)

innocence (m.)

pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader                     

genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.

summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way.  

a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.

You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.

It was only 7:09. You’d usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although he’d come early sometimes, but that wasn’t often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.

If necessary, you’d tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.

Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.

You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,

“I’ve been doing this years before I even met you. If I’ve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about.”

This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. He’d shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.

Or–when he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.

You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.

You checked your phone again.

7:14.

Well, 46 minutes to be exact.

You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.

Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,

Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.

Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty hands–

There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongi’s carried.

Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.

The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.

You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.

There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.

He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.

He still wouldn’t let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed  cars.

He couldn’t take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.

You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.

As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.

“I shouldn’t have to greet you anymore when I enter.” He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.

“It’d be nice, though.” You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.

“Sure.” He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.

“Hello, Princess.” He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

He’d called you that for forever now, and you’d be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didn’t make your pussy clench.

He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.

“Did you do something productive today?” He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.

“I did some school work earlier.” You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.

He hummed, nodding approvingly.

“Good girl,” He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now. 

“Have you eaten something filling today?” You bit your lip. 

You hadn’t had a ‘meal’, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just weren’t in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.

There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.

“Depends on what the word filling means.” You responded, as if this wasn’t a question that he asked you everyday. 

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.

His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.

“This isn’t a meal, ____ . “ He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

“I know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.” Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.

“You hungry?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.

“Nope.” As if on cue, your stomach growled.

“Mhm.” He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.

“I’m about to cook you something, little girl.” He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yoongiiii-“

“In the mood for pasta? You’ve got all of the ingredients I’d need to make you some alfredo.” You groaned.

“My stomach growls all the time! I’m not hungry, I swear.” He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.

“Suck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?” He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.

“I don’t want the straw–”

“I already put the noodles in the pot, so you’re shit out of luck.”

———

Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.

You should’ve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.

“Alright,”  He began, as he finally left the kitchen.

“Should be good to eat in a few minutes.” He slid back onto the couch.

“Mind if I use your laptop to check my stats? I’m sure they’ve gone up.” He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.

Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.

“What? Those stats not what you expected them to be?” You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.

“What– Oh my God, give me that!” You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.

“Are these your nudes?” He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.

Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.

Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment. 

‘Play it cool.’ You thought to yourself.

“Yeah? So what if they are?” You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.

“Clearly you don’t seem to mind.” You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.

He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.

“You talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.” He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.

You weren’t sure of what to say.

“Uh, I never told—“

“You’d be surprised of what you tell me when you’re drunk.” He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.

“Since we’re letting secrets go, you should know that I’ve thought about fucking you plenty of times.” He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.

“You haven’t got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.”

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“I know that you’d let me, too.” He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.

“You would let me, wouldn’t you?” He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.

You thought about it.

Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that you’ve grown to become best friends with over the past year?

Hell yes.

“Yes, yes I’d let you.” You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance. 

He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.

And fuck, he couldn’t wait.

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.

He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.

“How far have you gone, baby?” He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.

“I–I’ve, fuck,” You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, you’ve done what?” He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.

“I-I’ve masturbated with a toy.” Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.

“That’s all?” You nodded shyly.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.

“I’ve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?” He wasn’t lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.

You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion. 

“Oh my God.” He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.

He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.” He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.

“I’m sure. Please–oh, shit!” You yelped. Yoongi hadn’t even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.

Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.

He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.

His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.

He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.

You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.

“‘M gonna cum, so fucking close, please please–” You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.

“SHIT!” You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.

“You with me, babygirl?” He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.

“Ughh, oh my fucking God!” You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Hey, you’re okay, hm? I need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible if you’re still willing to take my cock.” His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.

The thought alone excited him.

“Just a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.” You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine. 

He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.

Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely. 

He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.

He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.

“Could you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?” He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.

You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.

“Oh, fuck.” He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.

He desperately needed to be inside of you.

He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.

“Think you can still handle me?” You looked up at him. He wasn’t smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mhm, j-just please, be gentle.” You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

For now.

He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.

“Ready for some more?” He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.

He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.

“You’re taking me so well, ____.” He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.

He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.

“‘M not gonna last long, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.” You weren’t sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.

“I need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?” You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.

He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.

“Now, cum now.” He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.

You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongi’s waist as he slowly pulled out of you.

The corruption was only beginning.

“Hungry? I’m sure the food is plenty cool now.” You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll go grab some for you, but I’ve got a question for you first.” He paused. “No, wait, two actually.” You glanced at him.

“Go for it.” You said, voice hoarse.

“Would you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?” You scoffed.

“I thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.” You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was.” You froze.

“I backed out, though.”

“I mean, I would’ve said yes.” He snapped his head toward you.

“You would have?” You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“In that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?” You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, I will.” He leaned down to peck your cheek.

“My last question...”

“Yeeeees?” You encouraged him to continue.

“Why are your nudes on your laptop anyway?”

“I hate you.”

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disturbance. (pt. 2!)

request by @taekooklover301​

It is advised that you read part one first. Happy reading!

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, choking, hair pulling, spanking, liiiitle bit of spit play, NAME CALLING, possessive behaviors, cum play (maybe), assertion of dominance, mentions of death, namjoon fucking you quickly because you’re a fucking brat, etc.

word count: 1.9k

“How about we try some role play?” Namjoon offered as he opened the door to his infamous torture room.

He’s mentioned it multiple times to you before today. You were beginning to wonder if it was really what he cracked it up to be.

“That’d be fun.” You shrugged, taking a glance inside of the room when he stepped aside and gestured toward the doorway.

You turned your head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t see a single thing.

It was just... darkness.

Namjoon laughed and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Just take a few steps inside, won’t you? There’s nothing near the door that could hurt you.” You turned your head back toward the doorway. 

What the hell did he mean by that?

You tried squinting and jutting your head forward just a bit, but you still couldn’t make anything out.

“You’re wasting my time.” Joon murmured, while picking up his foot and using the sole of his boots to nudge you into the room.

You stumbled inside, nearly tripping over your feet as you attempted to balance yourself.

He shut the door gently behind himself as he entered. 

You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to direct you to do something, or at least turn a light on or two. The longer you were in the dark, the longer it would take for your eyes to adjust when he finally turned the lights on.

You registered the sound of a few soft footsteps against some sort of material. Your hearing was heightened due to your sight being (nearly) taken away from you.

You jumped as you felt Namjoon’s long fingers tugging away at the robe that sat over the top of your lingerie.

“Here’s what I’m thinking we do, sweetheart.” He pushed your head to the left, using his knuckles to gently caress the skin on the right side of your neck before continuing.

“Why don’t you play as my toy for a little bit?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

“Shouldn’t be a difficult task for you, really. I wanted to give you a simple role for your first experience in this room.” He ran his fingertips over your hips and up to your nipples, relishing in every gasp and moan you let out as he twisted and tugged them.

“Believe it or not, you aren’t the first person to enter this room.” You hadn’t realized you had your eyes closed until you opened them.

Way to kill the mood.

“You will be the first person to make it out alive, though.” He spoke nonchalantly, as he tugged the straps of your bra off of your shoulders.

“What?” You asked immediately. Namjoon chuckled at your obvious confusion.

“I call it a torture room for a reason, honey.” You shivered at his response, as he removed all touch from you and walked toward the entrance of the room to turn on the lights.

“Fuck.” You cursed as you brought your hands up to your eyes to cover them. The light was just as bright as you expected it to be.

Once you grew comfortable, you removed your hands from your eyes and took a look around the room. It certainly wasn’t what you expected-- instead of something out of a Pornhub shoot, you were met with what resembled the setup of all of the other bedrooms in the house.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you walked further into the room.

“This is what you kept up all of that talk about?” You spoke in disbelief as you crossed your arms and turned over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend. He clenched his jaw angrily at your apparent defiance.

“Yes, it is. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head, unable to contain the giggles that left your mouth as Namjoon approached you.

“I’m not sure what sort of torturing you could do in this room, Joon.” You turned around again to view the setup of the room, as your boyfriend took that as his opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair a drag you toward the bed.

“OW! JOONIE--”

“The scene starts now.” He growled, as he tossed you onto the bed like a rag doll.

“But I--”

“Toys don’t talk, slut.” You immediately retracted, settling into the sheets of the bed as your panties stuck to your core due to the anticipation of this exact moment.

With practiced ease, Namjoon grabbed some rope and a pair of scissors out of the bedside table in the room.

He grabbed you by your hair once more, a devious smirk on his face as he snipped your brand new bra into pieces.

He yanked you closer to him, and did the same with your panties before tossing the scissors onto the ground in the corner of the room.

Your mouth fell open in shock.

“Are you serious? That was a brand new set!” His eye twitched in frustration, Couldn’t you take the hint and just shut the hell up?

That was fine by him. He could show you what he could do to you better than he could tell you.

He kneeled onto the ground and placed his hand around the back of your neck, before yanking your head down to level with his.

“Speak one more time without being spoken to, and it’ll be your dead body that’ll be dragged out of this room next. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded hastily, although you knew his threat meant nothing.

Or at least you hoped it didn’t.

“Roll over.” He commanded. When you responded too slowly, he quite literally growled at you and forced you onto your back.

He stood up off of the ground and yanked you toward the edge of the bed by your legs.

“I’m going to use you to get myself off.” He spoke harshly, as he quickly undid his belt and pulled his leaking cock out of his boxers.

“Remember what I said? You’re expected to make that commitment.” You moaned at his words. You had gotten him angry, so you knew he about to give you one of the roughest fucks of your life.

You couldn’t wait.

“What a surprise to see that you’re already dripping for me. What a good little toy you are, huh?” Namjoon licked his index and middle fingers before bringing them down to your delicious cunt and spreading your pussy lips apart.

“Oh my God, fuck.” He moaned to himself at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing. You were so desperate for him.

He licked his lips, ready to devour your cunt when his watched dinged on his wrist.

You whined out of frustration. Namjoon smirked as he read the alert.

“I’ve got a meeting in five minutes, babygirl. Do you know what that means?” You slowly shook your head.

“It means that you’ve got to use that cute little pussy of yours to make me cum within those five minutes. Sound good?” You whined once more, not registering the sound of his belt hitting the ground as you began to voice your annoyance.

“I-- FUCK!” You moaned, immediately gripping Namjoon’s arms for support as he slid into you with ease due to how wet you were.

“You’re always so fucking tight.” He grunted, pausing for a moment as he brought his hands up to your hips to grip them in order to stabilize himself.

“Four minutes and counting, Princess. Think you can take a rough pounding for me?” You nodded eagerly, wishing he’d shut up and get to it already.

At your agreeance, Namjoon quickly picked up the pace of his thrusts. He fell into a rapid rhythm, the sounds of his hip bones smacking against your ass only egging him on.

“God, this greedy hole is squeezing me so tight. You’re desperate to cum, aren’t you, whore?” He asked, not giving you the chance to respond as he knocked the air out of your lungs with a quick position change.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder and held it at the ankle, the new angle causing him to brush against your g-spot with every other thrust.

“Oh f-fuck, that feels so goo--” Namjoon snarled at you for speaking. He delivered a harsh slap to your right breast before wrapping his hand around your throat, and tugging you closer to him so you were forced to look into his eyes while he rearranged your guts.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, okay?” You nodded weakly, causing him to crack a smile.

“Good girl.” He praised, his eyes turning to slits as he began to pummel your pussy with his cock. He tightened his grasp around your neck to restrict your breathing, knowing that asphyxiation was the gateway to you spasming around him, which was exactly what he needed at the moment.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, nodding along with you as you struggled to form coherent words.

He laughed sadistically as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Hold it.” Those two simple words sent you spiralling into madness. You wanted nothing more at the moment than to cum on his dick.

“I can feel you spasming around me. I’m almost there, baby. Almost there....” He cursed under his breath as the current position the two of you were in was struggling to stimulate him.

He stopped fucking you and took a look down at his watch.

“Two minutes.” He mumbled to himself, giving your body a quick once over before grabbing you around the waist with both hands and hoisting you up against the wall.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He warned you, as he forced his cock back into your cunt and quickly regained his speed. He pulled your hips out a bit toward him so he could fuck you deeper.

“H-holy shit,” He barked, making eye contact with you for a moment.

“Pull my hair and spit in my mouth.”

“J-Joon--”

“Do it right fucking now.” Your hands flew to your boyfriend’s head as you submitted to his request. He always loved it when you pulled his hair when he was between your legs, but you were a bit too shy to spit in his mouth.

The two of you had never experimented with anything like that before.

You gathered up a bit of your saliva and let it trickle out of your mouth. Namjoon leaned into you and caught it quickly, sharing your saliva between the both of your mouths in a heated kiss without his hips faltering for a single moment.

“Now?” He asked, the question mumbled because of the kiss. You moaned in response, already knowing what he was referring to.

“Cum.” He ordered. You scraped your fingernails against his scalp as you begged for him to pull out, because you felt like you were going to explode.

He pulled out of you half a dozen thrusts later, using one hand to jerk himself off and the other to hold you up against the wall.

Thankfully for you, you squirted.

Much to Namjoon’s displeasure, though, you squirted all over his clothes that he  was supposed to wear during his meeting.

“FUCK!” He yelled, as he began to shoot rope after rope of his cum against your  face and tits. 

He smiled at the thought of his cum drying on your body, because he knew you weren’t stupid enough to wipe it away.

He dropped you, your legs going numb as you hit the ground.

Namjoon forcefully spread them apart with his knee as he slid his large hand in between your thighs and rubbed at your poor clit, urging every last drop of cum out of you.

“I C-CAN’T! I CAN’T, I CAN’T!” You squirmed around in his hold.

“You don’t get to tell me what you can and can’t do.” He was about to continue, when his watched dinged once more to alert him that he had thirty seconds before his meeting began.

He rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair as he began to drag you out of the room with him.

“I-I th-thought that you didn’t like it when I listened during your meetings?” You spoke, although you allowed him to drag you back to his office.

“I don’t. You ruined my clothes though, so to pay for it you’re going to cram your little ass under that desk and suck my dick until I tell you to get the hell up.”

quarantine w/ jk.

jeongguk is your roommate

you’ve lived together for half a year, and you’ve gotten used to his habits fairly easily

he’s cool, but he tends to do strange things (like putting his mouth on your thighs, arms, or tummy and biting gently)

he’s like a teething baby in a man’s body

the two of you watch a few shows together over the course of a few days to pass the time

that gets old extremely quickly

the both of you definitely get bored, just like everybody else

being inside with him is fun for a while though, but he’s either playing a game, doing some sort of workout, or trying to fuck you

you don’t mind any of that really, but you don’t understand how someone could manage to want to have that much sex in a day

so, you tell him that he’s going to have to find some other route to entertainment, which he gets very upset at

“There’s nothing else to do!”

you suggest a fun game of twister

he tells you that may be one of the lamest things he’s heard

you get tired of it and tell him to occupy himself

he then suggests a slight change to your suggested game

“...Why don’t we play with some baby oil?”

you twist your face up in confusion and distaste

you ask him why he would suggest playing twister with baby oil while being fully dressed

he rolls his eyes at your naivety and then quickly tugs his shirt over his head

“Naked twister, dumbass.”

you had gotten used to seeing him shirtless after living with him for only two weeks, so this was no shock-- the boy really loved being shirtless

it WAS a shock to you though when he tugged his boxers off like it was nothing

you quickly turned your back to him

he grabbed your shoulder and tugged you so you were facing him again

you glanced up at the ceiling to avoid seeing that gigantic fucking thing dangling between his legs

you weren’t even LOOKING at him and you could see it

he gripped your chin in his hand and forced you to make eye contact with him

you raised an eyebrow in defiance

he smirked at your attitude

“It’ll be fun. I promise.”

you agreed for some dumb reason

so here the two of you were

naked

oily

and laid out in the living room with a twister mat on the ground

the baby oil definitely made things interesting to say the least

he’s probably attempted to ‘accidentally’ brush his dick against you multiple times

you wouldn’t mind though, but you’d never tell him that

he flicked the spinner

“Right hand, yellow.”

this is where shit hit the fan

he attempted to slide his hand under your ass to get to the yellow circle, but you began to tremble as he neared your pussy

like he was really, REALLY close to touching your clit

you fell

he called you weak for losing the game over something like that

you asked him to go for another round

of course, he agreed

you waited until you had to move your hand under him to get to the color the spinner landed on 

instead of reaching for the color, though, you grabbed his dick instead

he instantly collapsed

you smirked, repeating his own words to him that he spoke to you moments ago

“I don’t lose.”

you hummed, asking him if he was sure since it really seemed as though he just lost the game

“Last round. We’re going again.”

he flicked the spinner again

you watched it carefully to see what it’d land on

he took this opportunity to slam your back against the mat

“I told you, I don’t lose.”

you tell him that he just did

you squirm under him, but his grip on your wrists only tightens

you suggest playing hide and seek instead, because you were beginning to grow tired of this game

he hums and begins to trail his way down your body

you jolt immediately and ask him what the hell he’s trying to do

“I’m hiding my face between your legs.”

(should i do these for the other members? if so, comment who i should do next!)

watch and learn. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x jeon jungkook x reader

genre: smut, (maybe some fluff? if you squint and turn your phone upside down, idk)

word count: 4k

warnings: dominant tae, slightly less dominant jk (or is he?), reader is older than kook (only by a few months) titties, jungkook does a full 180, (crazy), EXTREME plot twist, i think that’s it?

summary: jungkook wants to learn how to fuck, and you and your boyfriend would be more than happy to teach him.

request by my dearest @taesluttt.

“How long ‘til he gets here?” You asked Taehyung, as you continued to scroll through your Instagram feed while swinging your legs over the side of his bed.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder, a small smirk on his face as he glanced at your reflection through the mirror he was standing in front of.

He bit his lips and ran his pointer finger along them as he smiled a bit. You were just so pretty.

He asked you to doll yourself up a bit a few hours ago.

Of course you didn’t need to, but he always enjoyed the sight of your legs when you were clad in some pretty lingerie of his choosing. He decided to go with black for today, because supposedly it was the kid’s favorite color. You didn’t really mind, because black was one of your favorite colors as well.

Taehyung turned and walked toward you. You raised an eyebrow at him as you looked up from your phone screen, watching with curious eyes as he placed his hands on either side of your thighs and leaned forward until he was nose to nose with you.

“Why do you want to know so bad, anyway?” He challenged, his lips twisted in a wry smile as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

You rolled your eyes, although you couldn’t hold back the smile grazing your lips.

“If we’re going to be helping your friend out, why would I not want to know when he’s coming?” You responded, Taehyung not registering a single word you say as he grazes one of his large hands over your right breast.

You hummed in appreciation at the small touch, leaning back a bit to allow him to caress you further.

“Yeah, whatever, but he knows his place.” He pinched at your nipple through your clothing, opening his mouth to say something else when his phone dinged in his back pocket.

Excitement began to stir in your chest. You were almost certain that was him.

“You better be sure that you know yours, too.” He shot you a small glare as he began to fish for his phone. 

Taehyung knew how you got whenever you were given someone else’s attention, and if he had to cut in between the two of you and tell the kid to high tail it the fuck home, then he would.

He didn’t think that would be necessary, though. Jungkook had always been a shy boy.

You watched your boyfriend’s eyes bounce around while he read the message on the screen. You turned over your shoulder and placed your phone down on the desk next to the bed

“He’s outside.” Taehyung exhaled slowly as he tucked his phone back into his pocket and began to head out of the room to go and grab Jungkook.

“Awesome! I’ll bring him up.” You shot off of the bed and began to follow Taehyung, hot on his trail when he turned and grabbed your wrist and pushed you back toward the bed.

“Hell no. Stay right there and lose some of that happiness.” You pouted.

“I’m supposed to be enticing though, aren’t I?” You giggled as Taehyung visibly began to grow more irritated with every second that passed.

“It’s just a little tease, babe.” His phone dinged again in his back pocket.

He sighed in frustration.

“You’re keeping our guest waiting.” He spoke nonchalantly, as he quickly swooped down to grab your waist and hoist you up over his shoulder, taking a few steps forward before throwing you onto the bed with a bit of force.

“Jealous much?” You asked after you got ahold of yourself, brushing your hair out of your face in distaste as it had gotten stuck to your lipgloss.

Taehyung laughed, his hand on the doorknob of his bedroom door as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Don’t make me embarrass you, _____.” He smiled sarcastically before slamming the door shut.

You could hear his loud footsteps retreating down the hallway as he got further and further away from the door.

Well, maybe you wanted him to embarass you.

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For some reason, it took Taehyung about five minutes before he brought Jungkook inside. You could hear the two of them talking through the door.

They had been there for a while, and you were tempted to press your ear against it and take a quick listen, but knowing your luck Taehyung would open the door and send you flying backward toward the floor.

Instead, you busied yourself by spreading your limbs out over the bed in a comfortable, yet sensual position. You were sure this would be a surprise to both Jungkook and Taehyung.

So, you laid on your side, one of your elbows pressed into the sheets of the bed as you propped your head up on your hand, and the other placed loosely around your waist.

You pushed your ass out just a bit. This would be more fun for both you and Jungkook if Taehyung was just a little upset.

“I’m not going to deny you of anything since you’re still learning, but I will reprimand you if you do something I don’t like.” Taehyung’s voice was crystal clear now, your heartbeat racing as he turned the doorknob it what felt like slow motion.

Once he finally pushed the door open, you exhaled slowly and began to tap your fingers against the side of your thigh teasingly.

Taehyung was not surprised in the slightest at the position you had twisted yourself into, much to your dismay. He expected you to thrive off of the attention given to you by the younger boy.

“And of course, this is _____.” Taehyung spoke slowly, head cocked to the side and arms crossed as he watched Jungkook’s every more, wondering what he was going to do next.

“Oh, God.” The shy boy muttered, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks as he instantly shot his head down to the floor, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet to avoid eye contact with you.

You had never seen the boy in person, only through pictures of him Taehyung showed you beforehand. He was very attractive on a screen, but those pictures didn’t even come close to the image that was right in front of you.

You giggled at his decision to stare at the ground, shooting Taehyung a questioning glance as you were unsure of what to do next.

“Look at her, Kook. It’s alright.” Taehyung encouraged the boy, nudging him forward by pressing his elbow into the boy’s spine.

He shyly stepped closer to you, eyes still trained on the ground.

“Look up.” Taehyung roughly commanded, to which Jungkook readily obeyed.

His head was raised, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking over your head.

‘Cute.’ You thought to yourself, as you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You threw your legs over the edge of Taehyung’s bed, slowly and sensually, bending down just a tad bit as you did so because you knew your tits would look amazing from the angle that the kid was standing at.

He made no eye contact with you still, even as you took small steps over to him, and stood right in front of him with your arms crossed underneath your chest.

“Hey,” You began, tilting the kid’s chin down with your pointer finger to coax him to meet your eyes.

He bit his bottom lip as his large doe eyes met yours, his hands fiddling nervously at the pockets of his pants as you stared at him intensely.

You heard Taehyung inhale sharply from behind the two of you. You broke eye contact with Jungkook for a moment to shoot your boyfriend a warning glare, but when Jungkook tried to turn his head to see what the issue was, you quickly tugged his chin back toward the front and held it between your fingers, so he had no choice but to look at you now.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” Taehyung clapped, the sound excessively loud. Jungkook jumped at the sound, and you resisted the urge to coo at his cuteness.

You kept your fingers on Jungkook’s chin, the younger boy’s eyes still on you, although yours were on Taehyung as he walked to stand beside the two of you, although he was a good distance away.

“I’m letting you take the reigns, Kookie.” You raised an eyebrow at Taehyung’s use of nicknames. You were almost sure that he was constantly using them to remind Jungkook that he wasn’t in total charge.

“I’m not going to touch either of you, but I am going to guide you. Do you understand?” Jungkook nodded shyly.

A question had been floating in the back of your head ever since he stepped foot into the bedroom, but you weren’t sure if you should ask it.

There was a thick silence in the room.

“Jungkook, are you a virgin?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

You watched as he cringed a bit at your words, and you immediately regretted even asking the question by this point.

“Seriously? Do I seem that inexperienced?” He asked quietly, still nervously fidgeting with his hands.

Well, you couldn’t deny that you thought he was, but maybe you could sugarcoat it a bit.

“Well....maybe you’re just a little shy, y’know? But that’s what you’re here for anyway! We’re going to break you out of your shell.” You encouraged him, running your thumb gently along his cheek with a small smile.

He returned the smile, leaning into your touch like a sleepy puppy as he kept eye contact with you.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung was sporting a sinister smile as he watched the interaction occur.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer to the two of you, returning back to his teacher aura.

“Why don’t we start with a bit of foreplay, Kook?” Taehyung suggested, the younger of the two responding with a brief nod.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side as he glanced down at Jungkook’s hands, shaking his head in disapproval at the awkward position he held himself in.

“You need to get her warmed up, Jungkook. Now would be a good time to use your hands.” Taehyung commented, as Jungkook broke eye contact with you for a moment to look at your boyfriend.

“What?” Taehyung asked, rather abruptly.

“A-Anywhere?” Jungkook stuttered. Taehyung couldn’t hold back the laugh that was bubbling in chest.

“Yes, kid. Anywhere.” Jungkook continued to look at Taehyung for a moment, before directing his attention back to you. 

By now, you had dropped your hand from his chin down to his shoulder.

Jungkook looked back to Taehyung again.

“C-can I p-put them--”

“Don’t ask me. Do what you want.” Taehyung shrugged.

You were a bit taken aback by his apparent forwardness, but you were even more taken aback by the way Jungkook’s hands flew to your tits immediately, as he began to gently mold them between his hands through your thin lace bra.

He broke his gaze away from your chest as he glanced down at you, making sure that you were enjoying his touches before continuing.

“Is it... is it okay if I do this?” He asked, as he hesitantly pulled the bra down, underneath your breasts as he began to lightly tug your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

You laughed breathlessly, swallowing a whimper that was on the verge of falling out of your mouth.

“Yes, Kookie. God, that’s more than okay.” You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them. 

You brought your hands up to his chest, scraping your nails lightly against his torso. Your eyes widened once you were literally able to feel his abs through the shirt he was wearing.

You brought your hands down to his crotch, as you began to lightly caress his cock through his pants.

This little movement spurred Jungkook on, as he let out a small moan while leaning forward to attach his mouth to one of your nipples.

“Oh, shit.” You moaned, your hands stilling for a moment as his hot tongue lapped eagerly around the small bud.

He grew even more bold with his actions, looking up at you through those pretty lashes of his as he bit down and your nippled and tugged.

Hard.

“Fuck, where did all of this confidence come from?” You spoke, although it was a jumbled mess.

He moved to the other nipple, which just so happened to be the more sensitive one. 

You melted into Jungkook, although he easily caught you in his arms and held all of your body weight as he continued his teasing of your nipples.

“This is perfect. She’s vulnerable, so try going for a sweet spot.” Taehyung stalked even closer to the two of you, practically in the little bubble that you and Jungkook created.

“Like her neck...” Taehyung whispered into the youngest’s ear, before pulling away with a slight chuckle.

You were already bearing your neck to Jungkook (unintentionally), so it didn’t take much of anything for him to bring his fingers back to your nipples as he busied his mouth with your neck.

You let out a sound that was a mixture between a whimper and a moan as your knees buckled, and your legs went lax as you pushed more of your weight against Jungkook.

“How does that feel?” Jungkook asked, although his tiny voice was slightly muffled due to his lips and tongue being pressed against your neck, but you understood him well enough.

“S-so good, Kookie. Fuck.” You whined.

Jungkook lets out a grunt, and he pulls away from you.

“I really don’t like being called that, you know?” He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, pieces of his hair falling in front of his face as he looked at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“I--what?” You responded, completely confused by his sudden change of demeanor.

You were so confused that you didn’t even bother to pull your bra back up to cover your tits, so Jungkook took advantage of this and stared at them shamelessly while you tried to conjure up an answer to his question.

“My name is Jungkook. Don’t fucking baby me.” Your eyeballs bulged out of their sockets as you stuck your neck forward a bit to see if you were hearing him correctly.

“What the hell is going on?” You glanced over at Taehyung, although he just shrugged, amused at your confusion, and motioned his hand back over in Jungkook’s direction, silently telling you to place your gaze back on him.

“Tae was calling you Kookie this entire time... I don’t understand where this is coming fro--” You quickly felt movement behind you.

You looked to your side, and Taehyung was no longer there. 

You glanced back up at Jungkook, who now had a wide smile etched onto his face as you were suddenly dragged backwards by his Hyung.

You didn’t have time to evaluate the situation, as Taehyung had forced you onto your knees, your upper body bent over on his bed as he handcuffed your wrists together behind your back.

You could vaguely make out the sound of fabric being tossed onto the floor as Taehyung let go of your wrists. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and tugged you up off the ground, turning you around so you were now face to face with a naked Jungkook.

“Oh my God.” You mumbled.

Looks like the tables have turned, and oh, how embarrassed you were.

Well, Taehyung did say he’d embarrass you... even if it wasn’t intentional.

Or maybe it was?

“So, what was your plan?” You asked, twisting your face in discomfort as the metal of the cuffs began to pinch at your skin.

“As soon as I showed you those pictures of Jungkook, you wouldn’t shut up about how good looking he was.” Jungkook smirked and ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, really? All of that, huh?” Taehyung snapped his head in Jungkook’s direction.

“Watch yourself.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Why all of this, then? It’s not like I wouldn’t have readily agreed.” Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook, who gave you an unapologetic smile.

“Maybe, but it’s a bit more fun to fuck around with someone so gullible.” Jungkook laughed, as he began to walk toward you, shamelessly stroking his dick in one of his hands while the other was idle by his side.

Taehyung watched the two of you for a moment, before walking away toward the other side of the bedroom.

“I’m not gullible.” You immediately responded.

“It doesn’t quite seem that way though, does it?” He retorted.

Once he was close enough to reach you, he tugged you forward by gripping one of your nipples. 

Pain shot right through your spine. Of course you didn’t want it to last, so you walked towards him.

“Plus, we wanted your first threesome to be a memorable experience.” You scoffed.

“And what makes either of you think that this will be something that I’d like to remember?” Jungkook pretended to yawn, bored of your unnecessary talking.

“You could do so many more things with that pretty mouth of yours right now than pissing me off, ______.” He wrapped his hand around the back of your head as he began to bring you down to your knees in front of him.

He slapped his dick against the side of your face a few times, a wanton moan leaving your mouth at the feeling.

“Go on,” Jungkook prodded, pushing his cock head past your lips, “Make me cum.” You slowly opened your mouth,although Jungkook was becoming impatient with your constant teasing.

He lowered himself down a bit, so he was almost eye level with you, and popped two of his fingers inside of your mouth.

He whirled them around a bit before removing them with a slight pop, patting the side of your face gently a few times before standing again.

“Keep that mouth open for me, and stick your tongue out.” You did as he said, looking up at him through your eyelashes just as he did to you minutes ago.

He slapped his heavy dick against your tongue half a dozen times, before he slowly pushed his way inside of your mouth.

You gagged immediately, the sound shooting straight through his dick.

“That’s it, what a good girl.” He encouraged you, a growl ripping through his throat midway through his sentence.

You were beginning to wonder where Taehyung had wandered off to, when you could see him coming up behind you in your peripheral vision, his veiny cock in his hand as he stroked it languidly.

You tried to turn your head to follow his movements, which caused Jungkook’s cock to press against your gums instead of sliding down your throat.

He slapped your cheek that his cock was pressed against until you finally turned your head back toward him, a strangled growl coming from deep within his throat as his length slid perfectly into your mouth once more.

He pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he began to pick up a steady pace with his hips rutting into your mouth.

You gagged every so often, but that only turned him on more.

Meanwhile, Taehyung had already pushed your panties to one side, and was pushing the head of his own cock against your cunt, as you began to eagerly wiggle your ass back and forth while moaning on Jungkook’s dick as your boyfriend continued to tease you.

Taehyung placed one of his large hands on your ass as he forced you to stop moving around, muttering something along the lines of  “Greedy girls don’t get fucked.”

You let out a choked moan as he finally pushed himself against you. You were more than wet enough to take him, which he praised you for as he slid into you.

“Who would’ve known that watching you get used by someone else would make me so fucking hard?” Taehyung laughed, wrapping his hands around your hips as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Don’t ever get used to this, baby.” He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back as he began to rut himself against you, your nose pressing against Jungkook’s abdomen with every rough thrust from Taehyung’s hips, forcing you to take the entirety of his cock down your throat.

“Shit, I’m not gonna fucking last.” Jungkook screwed his eyes shut, throwing his head back as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm.

“Only I can fuck you like this, hm? This fat cock is the only thing your pussy will ever take.” Taehyung chuckled darkly in your ear, one of his raspy moans breaking through the skin slapping that was clouding your mind at the moment.

Your brain began to turn to nothing, the only thing on your mind being how close you were to cumming on Taehyung’s dick.

“Look at me.” Jungkook roughly tugged at your hair. You instantly snapped your head up to look at him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Taehyung looked up at Jungkook, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he neared his own end.

“You better pull the fuck out.” Taehyung warned. Jungkook laughed, as he tried his best to look cocky even though he was in immense pleasure.

“A-and if I don’t?” He asked, a rope of his cum threatening to spill put over your tongue at any moment.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t test me, brat.” Jungkook complied with his Hyung, (even though he really didn’t have to), as he pulled out of your mouth and shot his cum onto your face and tits.

As soon as his cock plopped out of your mouth, you were a screaming mess as Taehyung began to manhandle you against his dick.

“Your tits look so pretty covered in cum.” Jungkook lazily commented, the words rolling off of his tongue as if he weren’t meant to say them.

“I know you want to cum, baby.” Taehyung spoke through gritted teeth, now able to reach deeper inside of you as he tugged on your hair, bringing your body as close to his as possible.

“Hold it. Fucking hold that cum.” He whispered into your ear, wrapping one of his hands around your throat as he snaked the other one down your stomach and to your clit.

“I can’t, fuck! Please!” 

“On three, Princess.” Your eyes began to water. You weren’t sure if you could hold it for three more seconds-- it hurt so fucking bad, but it felt so good.

“Ready?” You nodded eagerly. 

“One...” His thrusts rapidly began to lose rhythm as he used your cunt to chase his high.

“Two...” His fingers began to slowly  falter against your clit.

“Cum.” He ordered, and just like that, you fell apart on his cock. 

You giggled at the feeling of his cum filling you up to the brim, Taehyung petting your head while praising you for being a good cumslut.

You collapsed onto the ground, some of Jungkook’s cum spilling off of your breasts and onto Taehyung’s carpet.

You registered the feeling of Taehyung pulling out of you, as you laid comfortably against the ground for a few moments, before you felt strong arms lifting you up off of the ground.

You slowly opened your eyes, jolting to your senses when you realized Jungkook was carrying you to Taehyung’s bed, where the latter of the two was sat with his legs spread, stroking his cock.

“What now?” You groaned tiredly.

“You need to come clean your cum off of my dick.” Taehyung harshly slapped your ass. You jumped.

“Did you think I’m going to leave without fucking you? Maybe you can’t take cock like you think you can, darlin’.” Jungkook smirked. You glared at him.

“Maybe you’re just all talk, asshole.” Jungkook playfully raised an eyebrow as he positioned himself behind you, raising your ass in the air as he rubbed his cock up and down your slit.

“Quick question for you, _____?” You hummed.

“Still think I’m a virgin?”

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