Jungkook (tummy Buldge)

jungkook (tummy buldge)

You've noticed that Jungkook tends to stare when he's particularly fixated on something new. It could be a new hobby, something interesting, something odd—anything that caught his eye, he'd just stare.

You're more than accustomed to his strange habits, opting to let him have his way than comment on it. That was your dynamic—friends who respected each other and didn't invalidate any of your likes or quirks. You were comfortable.

But now, Jungkook's staring at you with a gaze heavier than the one's you've grown used to. It sends a wave of heat down your spine, and you have no idea what to make of it.

"Hey," he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear as you peer up at him through your eyelashes with a gulp. "Cute outfit."

You glance down, taking in your rather risqué ensemble and you flush a deep shade of red. Your top generously highlights your proudest feature, your shoulders and the skirt that wraps itself tightly around your waist leaves very little to the imagination when it exposes the top of your thigh with the cheeky slit it comes with.

"Thanks, Kook," you reply shyly.

And then, his hands are on you. His large, strong hands wrap around your waist as your eyes bulge out of your sockets when you stare at him with a panicked gaze.

He was drunk. You think.

"So pretty," he slurs into your ear.

That's the last thing he says before he has your back pressed against a bathroom stall with your eyes rolling back to your head. You don't make an effort to keep your sobs down because you can't. Not when Jungkook's cock is splitting you open, reaching places you didn't know existed.

"O-Oh, fuuuuck," you gasp, fingernails scratching down his back while his devilish smirk pierces your soul.

"Look at you," he laughs, low and darkly before his large palm pressed against your abdomen, forcing your hips back as he drives his thrust with a ferocity that has your legs shaking in return. "Look where my fat cock is, hm?"

You whimper, eyes unconsciously drifting down to see the protruding bulge in your lower abdomen, your pussy involuntarily squeezing around his cock as he grunts into your neck.

"So deep in your guts, pretty," he smirks, "Can you feel me? Hm? Looking so nice and full with my cock deep in you, baby."

"J-Jungkook, s-shit," you cry, "T-Too deep!"

"Really?" he grins manically, wrapping his other hand tighter around your waist until his chest is pressed against yours. His gaze is frenzied when your eyes droop to his expression, and you know you're in trouble when all he does is smile.

You feel his cock nudge your cervix as you fall limp in his grasp, unable to hold yourself up as your body becomes at his disposal; and all Jungkook does is batter your pussy until it's pure squelches, paired with a firm press against your belly.

Jungkook presses a hot kiss to your lips as you're pushed to the edge. "Well, I'm right where I belong, princess."

Yoongi teaching y/n piano but she's distracted by his hands and it ends up with rough fingering against the piano 🤤

^ throwing this request in here as well!

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"Are you listening to me, Y/n?" Yoongi's baritone voice removes you from the utter turmoil of your dirty thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Yoongi laughs, facepalming, "How am I gonna teach you 'I Need U' on his grand piano when your mind is somewhere else? Tsk, babe—" he tips your head up using his fingers to face him, "focus, alright?"

You feel breathless when he did that.

As you sit on the stool beside him, Yoongi plays the basics of the song with him on the lower keys, and you repeat what he does. It was hard to focus, though, as you look at his fingers. His rings that compliment his slender, calloused fingers were eye-catching.

"Your hands are pretty."

"What?"

Oh shit. Did you just say that out loud?!

"U-Ummm," you panic, laughing in embarrassment. "I said you're pretty! Yeah!"

He furrows his eyebrows, "but you were looking at my hands?"

"Yeah, I thought of... of your face though. I suddenly remembered what you looked like and I just wanted to say how much I think you look h-handsome... you know? Just like what girlfriends usually say, yeah!"

Yoongi somberly stares at you. He wasn't buying your bullshit at all, and he can clearly see that you're lying.

He sighs, closing the fallboard of the piano. He keeps a strict gaze on you while placing his left elbow on top of the lid, showing off his hand. "You can't fool me that easily, Y/n. You said my hands were pretty, hm?"

"Fine," you back down, feeling a bit sheepish, "yes, I did."

"Yeah? Turn around."

"Huh?"

"Straddle the bench and turn the other way with your back facing me."

You follow his instructions unknowingly. Without a warning, he holds your body across your abdomen with his left arm, pulling you into his chest.

Surprised, you try to speak but he interrupts. The hair on your arms rises when he whispers against your ear, "I've never had someone ogle my fingers as much as you do, Y/n. I better cherish this moment as much as I can."

His hand plays with the waistband of your cotton shorts, hearing him chuckle when he feels you breathe a bit heavier. "Calm down," he murmurs, "I'm just gonna finger you. That's it."

You shift around your seat when his hand slowly travels down your shorts until he reaches your panties. He hums in content when he presses his fingers against your core, gradually inching closer to your clit.

"Yoongi," you moan pathetically when he teases your clit, barely brushing against it, "please touch me there."

Yoongi presses a soft, gentle kiss on the back of your neck, "I love it when you say please. You sound so fucking adorable and needy, my love. Are you a good girl? Do you think you deserve my fingers touching that cunt?"

"Mmm, yes, Yoongi. Please... I've been good."

"You are? Oh, but," he stops to let his hand sneak inside your underwear, fingers finally grazing against your skin, "You lied to me earlier, Y/n. Good girls don't lie."

"Mmmphh, pleaaaase," you beg, thrusting your hips up to attempt to feel his fingers against your clit. He doesn't let that happen. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. I'm sorry, please finger me, please."

After he was satisfied, Yoongi finally gives in and uses two fingers to stroke your sensitive bud. Yoongi groans softly, his grip on you getting tighter.

He loves how you react so quickly. Yoongi takes his time to pleasure you, using his skillful fingers to massage your damp pussy. He acknowledges that you want more, and so he gives you more.

He removes his hand down your pants and licks his fingers clean, wetting them so that he can easily insert two fingers inside your hole. The immediate stretch made you arch your back, your head falling into his shoulder.

Yoongi smirks the whole time he was fingering you. Squelching sounds fill the air as he finger-fucks you beneath all those layers of clothes.

"H-Harder," you pant, "more please, baby. Fuck me harder."

Your words started a flame inside him, making him pull his hand out and manhandles you into a new position. He makes you lean against the grand piano, pulling your shorts and panties down until they pool around your ankles.00

"Fuck, hold onto the edge of the— yeaahh there we go," Yoongi inserts his fingers back in, this time adding a third finger in your cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your sweet, delicious moan music to his ears.

Yoongi kisses you until you were out of breath. He watches his hand thrust back and forth, stroking the sponge-like spot deep into your walls. He knows your body like it's his own, knowing how and where to make you feel good.

"See where admitting that you like my hands can take you?" he says a bit cockily, "it can take you to absolute heaven, babe."

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three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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reported you to the copyright section on weverse for your concert stream, they’ll be in touch. i have bills to pay rent to pay food to buy but i do this thing called budgeting to ensure i can pay for bts content legally. and very simply yea if you don’t pay you don’t deserve it. you can’t walk into a shop and think oh i like this dress so i’m going to take it without paying that’s called theft and is illegal. this is the same thing. if you don’t pay you don’t get. why should i spend $80 for 2 concerts and you get them free, no that’s unfair. any real army will pay and if you don’t you don’t deserve the boys, their content or their hard work.

you're so fucking ugly (and i mean this as a person, on the inside. rotten like a fucking apple that's fallen off the tree). like. lmaaaaaaaaaaao i can't even. it's as if you don't have a brain. which is crazy, because you say you have rent to pay and food to buy but i'm pretty sure things without brains don't have responsibilities? y'know? *insert oprah's what is the truth? gif*

anyway. honestly, i don't have to reply to this. i know i probably shouldn't, because this is such a stupid ask it doesn't deserve an answer. but i've got time, babes, so here we go!

firstly, you're a shit army, because what's something that bts has always advocated for? acceptance, community, love. you're going to sit there on your high horse and bitch and complain like "weh weh weh it's not fair that i've got a stick shoved too far up my ass to consider other people's circumstances and have compassion!" get a life, pal. grow a heart. maybe it'll help take the strain off the nonexistent brain you've got.

secondly, you know that yoongi, during a vlive (i think?), searched for a stream for a soccer game, right? as in, an illegal stream? the man who you claim to support so much LITERALLY did what you're shitting on other people for? so do you think he doesn't have a right to watch that, either? that he's an illegal scumbag who doesn't really support korea? or does your asinine viewpoint only apply to fellow army?

lastly, jimin straight up answered an army on weverse telling them the following:

if jimin - and presumably the rest of the boys - don't hold it against their fans for watching content using an alternative method, why the fuck do you care? are you secretly bang pd? do you have some like, idk, dividends we need to know about? it's absolutely insane that you're licking the boots of a fucking entertainment company and coming here, into my inbox, to tear down the people who only want to enjoy content.

as much as we love bts, things are expensive. sorry that people have found a way to stream stuff without having to miss their rent. sorry they've maybe bought merchandise but just didn't have it in their expendable income to also buy tickets to muster. but actually, i'm not sorry at all and neither should any other army be.

anyway, you are an inexplicably sad person. i genuinely hope that you, at some point, can figure out wtf happened to make you this way and move on from it. because god knows you need it. toodles!

ps. reported me to weverse? using what? "hey, big hit. this fanfic author on tumblr streamed to people. can you do something about it?" you sound wack as hell.

hello yami!! could i get dumbification with jimin… or just mean jimin during sex in general idk (established relationship tho…) please 💜

It starts off simple. Mild. He’s testing the waters. Jimin’s two knuckles deep when he first says it, stutters on the delivery. “St- Stupid,” he mumbles, refusing to meet your gaze as he pretends to be overly fixated on the way your folds are just swallowing his fingers up. His cheeks are a lovely rosy shade, one you would normally attribute to the massive effort he puts into making you feel good during sex. But he hasn’t fucked you just yet, has really only just begun, so it can’t be that. The word sends a tingle down your spine, but you don’t comment on it any further.

He tries again a few days later, mouthing along your shoulder in the bathtub. His lips glide over your wet skin, suckling a mark just beneath your ear. You nearly slipped getting into the tub a few minutes ago, saved by Jimin’s hands against your waist. “Dumb baby,” he purrs, flicking at your nipple mindlessly. The very tips of his fingers are ghosting along your breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Can’t do anything without me.” You shiver, head rolling forward as Jimin continues to place kisses along your skin.

Finally, it accumulates in this:

The sound that escapes Jimin is a mixture between a growl and a laugh, deep and scratchy, reaching the very depths of your core as he continues to ram into you from behind. “Fuck,” he chokes out, hand wrapped around your throat, chest flush to your back. “You love being fucked stupid, don’t you, baby?”

You manage a nod, eyes blurry with unshed tears. He’s going so hard and so fast, your entire lower half is beginning to feel numb from the intensity. The head of his cock brushes against something soft and tender within you, makes you see stars when he touches it again and again and again. “Can’t even speak,” he huffs, placing a bruising mark against the side of your throat, fingers pressing into the skin to make it all the more painful. “So stupid on this cock, you can’t even think straight, can you?”

Your body jerks back and forth, moved by the strength of his thrusts into your velvety walls. Jimin is everywhere; in your pussy, in your heart, in your mind. Inescapable, shallow breaths mingling with yours as he continues to buck into you. Your walls stretch to accommodate him, hold him. “Jimin,” you pant, placing your hand over his, fingers filling the gaps between his against your throat. “Can you—“

“Shh,” he snaps, punctuating his statement with a brutal grind of his hips against you. Your eyes roll backwards, the words dying on your throat as Jimin fucks you slowly, tediously. “Dumb girls don’t get to make requests,” he grunts, “just take what they can get.”

Never mind the fact he’s doing the taking, taking everything he possibly can. You don’t bother pointing that out, too drunk on his cock to form coherent sentences anyway. Maybe you are a dumb girl, you think to yourself, dissolving into a string of mewls and whimpers as Jimin chases after his high, his climax. (You know he’s thinking of you, too, but you rarely get to see such a greedy side of him. You want to treasure as much of it as you can.)

With one hand, he shoves you pack down onto the mattress, holding you in place as he bucks into you. Messy and sloppy, nothing like the romantic Jimin who fucks you through the night. “Fuck, hold still,” he hisses, voice catching on a whine. It’s so hot, your walls flutter, pussy clenching around his cock. “Shit—“ he chokes, hips snapping forward, “you were made for this. Made for taking cock, baby. It’s all your good at.”

Did I hear concept night 👀 Ok so... just getting engaged to Jin and throwing a huge party to celebrate. The drinks are flowing, people are dancing, everyone's just having a good time... until some random guy comes over starts flirting. Let's just say Mr. Kim would be very angry and horny

alright i’m technically on vacation right now but i figured i’d slip this into the queue since i finally got a chance to write it……i hope you enjoy <3

(nsfw content so i’ll add a cut)

“Excuse me.”

Navigating your way through sweaty bodies and servers balancing trays full of cocktails proved to be harder than you thought it’d be, simply trying to take a load off and have a seat; that is, if you could get to a seat.

Emerging from the dance floor, you finally relaxed back into one of the booths you’d rented for the night, searching the crowd of dancing bodies for your beloved.

It’d already been a few hours of socializing and, honestly, at this point all you wanted was to cuddle up in bed with your new fiancé, Seokjin.

“Having a good time over here?”

Turning your head to the side to see where the foreign voice had come from, you fixated on a guy you’d never seen before standing beside your table, drink in hand as he smiled at you.

“Uh, yeah, I’m having a good time.” You nodded, caught off guard by the man’s sudden approach as you thought you’d be in nobody else’s presence for at least a few minutes.

Figuring he must be an old friend of Seokjin’s, you sat up a bit straighter, returning his kind smile as you looked up at him.

“Well you’re missing all the fun. Jimin’s blackout, you gotta see it.” He chuckled, his words making you exhale a laugh as you shook your head.

“Believe me, I’ve seen that countless times.” You said, reaching over for the flute of alcohol at the end of the table as a man nearly bumped into it in his stupor.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” The man offered, his own hand landing over yours for a moment before you pulled away, letting him steady the glass before sliding it further in the table.

“Thanks.” You said, him nodding in response with a smile as he held his cup up to cheers yours.

“Can I sit? I’ll guard the alcohol.” He added, making you laugh as you gestured for him to take a seat.

You chatted for a bit about only small things really, simply trying to make conversation with one of Seokjin’s old friends. You could definitely see how they got along; they both had the same sense of humor.

“That’s not even good.” You shook your head at another one of his jokes, the man leaning his elbows onto the table to move closer to you.

“You’re trying not to laugh right now, though.” He detected from your features, squinting his eyes at you as you shook your head, denying his claim.

It was then that you heard a call of your name from somewhere to the right of you, glancing over to see Seokjin approaching you with spread arms and a plastered on smile.

One you could see through right away.

“Hi, baby.” He cooed as he landed in the booth, wrapping you up in a hug as he began pressing kisses to your face with obnoxious ‘muah’ noises accompanying each one.

“Hi, Jinnie.” You chuckled, pulling back to study his features.

“Have you had a lot to drink?” You asked of his lovey state, getting only a shrug in response as his eyes followed something behind your back.

Turning your neck, you noticed that the booth was empty besides you two again, the man previously accompanying you now suddenly nowhere to be found.

“Hm, who was that?” Seokjin asked, you furrowing your brows in concern at his question.

“You don’t know him?” You asked, the man shaking his head as his expression mirrored yours.

“Well, I don’t know him either. Why would he come into a reserved spot?” You asked, your fiancé scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath.

“What?” You asked, watching on in confusion as he blew a breath past his lips.

“Probably trying something. I don’t like how close he was to you.” He added, frowning as you raised your eyebrows at his pouty words.

“Seokjin,” you started, “are you jealous of a stranger?” You smiled, the ridiculousness of the situation causing a wider grin to pull at your lips.

“Yah, stop it.” He pushed your hands away when you reached up to pinch at his cheeks, hiding his own smile as you flashed your ring at him.

“Are you really jealous of a stranger?” You asked again, wiggling your fingers to emphasize the diamond he’d given you, the man collecting your hand with a groan as he pulled you into his chest.

“No, I’m not.” He huffed, ending all teasing from you as he crashed his lips to yours, eager and passionate with the way he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Groping at your thighs, he needily pulled you onto his lap, kicking the table back to make room and making you moan as he rutted his hips up into your core.

“Seokjin, what-”

“Mine. All mine.” He growled, pinching your back to make you gasp so that his tongue could push past your lips.

“S-seokjin, we’re in p-public.” You stuttered out as he thrusted his concealed erection up to your panties beneath your dress, slowly hiking it up your thighs before landing a smack to your butt.

“Hm, guess we should get home, then.”