Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better)

Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better)

Featuring: Maknae Line - Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook (BTS) Genre: Smut By: Admin S

As requested. I had no idea how to write all 3 of them in, but hopefully you enjoy it =)

In which Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook compete to see who can eat you out best.

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Drunken Drabble (4)

**Nsfw**

It’s a wonder what a little low lighting can do for Jimin’s self confidence.

Granted, he’s a lot more self assured now than he was way back when half an hour of his time cost a measly five dollars for his meagre clientele. These days Jimin’s charges a whole lot more for the privilege of his attention - able to be a little more choosy now about the watchful eyes that make up his audience - but you, by far, are his most favourite regular.

It doesn’t feel like a performance with you. It doesn’t feel like he’s playing a role, or just an empty vessel that’s pleasing to the eye. With you, he feels safe. With you, he feels adored. With you, he feels… well… Jimin.

Jimin; who prefers to be cute, not sexy. Pretty, not hot. Jimin who longs to be loved and cherished, praised and cared for. A good, good boy.

So often the women that frequent his channel desire for him to take the lead; to play the persona that he’s so carefully crafted to hide the fragile boy that lies underneath. He’d known you were different right from the very start.

For one thing, he’s never seen you. Usually the women he speaks to are eager to show him their faces - hungry for the compliments that’ll pour forth from his lips the moment they appear - but you… You don’t need those.

You don’t derive any joy from empty words.

Your enjoyment lies in the mastery of Jimin’s own pleasures; his mewling cries, his twitching muscles and the tears that pour from his eyes when you’ve made him fuck himself into completion until he’s pleading no more.

What you gain satisfaction from is making Jimin fall apart with nothing but a pillow between his legs and the soft, sweet encouragement of your voice - such as he is now.

“God, baby, you look at you,” your voice comes cooing over Jimin’s desktop speakers, “Fucking yourself so pretty for me.”

He muffles a whimpering reply into the pillow in which he hides his furiously blushing face, both hands fisted into it as his hips drag back and forth along the bed.

There’s a damp patch of pre-cum that’s starting to saturate the cover of the pillow which is clasped between his strong legs, but rather than be unpleasant the sticky wetness gathering below him makes it feel all the better to fuck into the downy feathers inside - all the while groaning your name.

“Does that feel good baby?” An arching of his back that causes the lamplight to illuminate the lovely curve of Jimin’s buttocks is all he can give to answer you, but it’s enough. “I bet that feels so nice against your pretty little cock, huh?”

“Mmnnn!” he whines desperately into the pillow, surging his pelvis forward again and imagining as best he can how your pussy might feel rather this poor imitation with which he pleasures himself on your command.

He knows you’d feel warm around his dick. And wet - god so wet. If he had the presence of mind to listen now he knows he’d be able to just about to make out the slick sounds of you fingering yourself to his image over the microphone, and knowing that only serves to spur him on.

“You’re so good for me, such a good boy Jimin,” you tell him, and he can hear how breathy your voice is starting to become - how it’s laboured like his own. He closes his eyes and imagines he can feel the breath of your words in his ear, the swell of your breasts to his back. A hand pressed lightly around his neck.

“Don’t hide your face baby.” Jimin turns his head to the side, towards the camera, though he bottom lip is bitten and his blonde hair is dangling in front of his tightly shut eyes. “You’re so perfect - I don’t want to miss a single second of watching you cum for me.”

Even the mention of his high alone has it lurching a step closer, his thrusts faltering for just a second before resuming a steady rhythm once he hears you groan. He wants to do a good job for you, wants to please you so you’ll always come back for more. He needs you now, needs this. Needs to weight of you lustful eyes on him to be able to ever feel satisfied - the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s it,” you encourage stiltedly, your words catching in your throat, “Fuck me baby. C'mon, harder.” Jimin can’t help but follow your letter to the word, rutting his hips into the pillow with abandon like he’s really delving himself deep inside of you and groaning as though he can really feel it. “Good boy, good boy,” you gasp.

He wants to cum in you so bad. He wants to cum in you and have you make him eat it afterwards - or better yet, climb up and sit astride his face to drip it into his mouth and him how pretty he looks afterward with stray drops lining his chin.

“Baby, oh Jimin, baby boy I’m gonna cum,” you groan, and Jimin has the volume turned up so high on his speakers it’s like he can hear you all around him, feel your words like a caress even as they falter. “Been so good - cum in me.”

With a strangled cry, Jimin’s well trained body responds almost instantly to your request. Your own cries reach fever pitch and Jimin’s cock begin to throb and swell, your orgasm so loud - so intense - that the phantom sensation of your walls squeezing around him is enough to push him over the edge.

He spills out all over his pillow, his seed seeping deep into the fabric even as his spent cock begins to soften, twitching with oversensitivity because he just can’t keep his hips still. He can hear you panting over the sound of his own whimpers and his heart momentarily sours in knowing he’s brought you so much pleasure too.

That’s all he wants, really. To please you, to serve you. Hell, he doesn’t even charge anymore.

His whole crotch is covered in rapidly drying semen and yet he’s never felt more comfortable, more gorgeous and content than when he peels back his eyelids and looks sleepily to his laptop screen only a minute or so later, knowing you’ll already be gone.

A line of hearts printed there at the bottom of the chat just for him, a line of kisses that follow. Your signature sign off; a thank you and a well done all in one.  

Jikook x Reader (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/b5L7CFBw7H A lil something that ain't good but ayy I tried

untitled // jjk

pairing: jungkook/reader

word count: roughly 10.2k

categories: smut, sub!jungkook, edging, spanking, pegging, overstimulation

You trail your fingers down Jungkook’s left arm, fingers curling around his wrist when you near his hand and you hear him exhale impatiently.

“Kook,” you say quietly.

You lift your eyes to examine his face, to gauge his reaction, his acknowledgment of your voice.

His big eyes flicker up to meet yours and he pouts. “What?”

Before you can speak, lips parting already, Jungkook cuts you off again. “If you’re going to ask again if I’m sure… I am. I already told you. I keep telling you. Why are you so nervous?” he frowns. “It’s not something totally new… Just different.”

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