Backtrack

Backtrack

producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they’re kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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video games | jeon jungkook

pairing: pornstar! jk x pornstar! reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: you’re a confident, famous pornstar, and just to your luck you’ve been assigned to work with another famous pornstar, jeon jungkook.

warnings: pwp, bl*wjobs, p*ssy eating, unprotected s*x, f*ngering, mentions of choking, spanking, rough s*x, reader is kinda shy, dom jk, sub reader, tiddie sucking, heavy making out, marking, brief h*ndjob, creampies, it’s just filth idk

"Alright, that's a wrap for today."

You heave out a relieved sigh, having just come down from one of the many intense orgasms you'd experienced throughout today's shoot.

The broad lighting surrounding you dims and you gather the strength to stand up a few moments later, a member of the crew handing you a white robe to cover yourself up with, you waste no time to put it on before scurrying towards the entrance of the bathroom to clean up.

Once you come back out, you're met with your partner who nods his head at you encouragingly.

"Good job today."

"You too." You respond almost breathlessly, offering him a kind gaze before whipping your head in the direction of where you heard your name suddenly being called.

"Y/N! Over here, quick." Your director exclaims, almost too loudly for someone who was barely meters away from you. He had a somewhat giddiness in his tone and you couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow, curiosity swarming your body as you brushed past the other male to approach the cheerful man.

"What is it, Joon?" You ask, subconsciously accepting the water bottle he handed to you before actually catching notice of it once he brought it up. "First, have this, you're looking a little dehydrated." You send him a puzzled look, nonetheless unscrewing the lid and taking a few sips before urging for him to get to the point.

"Right." Namjoon clears his throat, formality didn't exactly exist between you two, over the years your director had become someone you'd gotten close to, which meant it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be acting like a highschool girl who'd just seen her crush when declaring important news to you.

"So, I don't know if you've heard, but Jeon Jungkook has joined our agency." Your eyes instinctively widen and Namjoon notices.

"Jeon Jungkook? As in, the insanely hot one?" Namjoon grins and nods, motioning his finger in front of you to prevent you from reacting just yet. "And that's not the end of it. For his first shoot, we wanted it to be a special occasion, so we gave him the opportunity to decide who he wants to work with, and his answer was you.”

You almost spit out the water you were in the midst of swallowing, your eyes bulging impossibly wider before you grant yourself a moment to process Namjoon's words.

Jeon Jungkook knows who you are, it's inevitable he hasn't watched at least one of your films if he enjoyed you enough to choose you out of anyone.

Not to mention, Jeon Jungkook is an incredibly famous actor within the porn industry, he practically gets pussy thrown at him left and right and yet here you were, on the brink of receiving a piece for yourself without even having to reach out to him first.

Jungkook is buff, inked up, he has a full sleeve tattoo which in particular makes your mouth water, not as much as his huge cock does, though. There was obviously a reason he was a mastermind at pleasing women, not to discredit his fingers, you were sure he was skilled in all aspects.

Needless to say, you were in disbelief, anxious and especially wet simultaneously, you hadn't realized how long you'd been drooling over Jungkook in your thoughts until Namjoon abruptly snapped you out of them.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" He clicks his fingers, and you quickly apologize before shaking your head continuously, blinking a few times before finally answering, pointing to yourself.

"Me? Joon, are you sure Jeon Jungkook wants to work with me?"

"Yes, Y/N, for crying out loud, don't pretend you aren't practically one of, if not, the hottest girl in this industry, anyone would be on their knees for you."

Though you were flattered at Namjoon's words, you knew a part of it was just him being a typical, supportive best friend. However, you let the doubt cross your mind, the important thing was you were going to be working with Jungkook sooner or later and you needed to focus on that, even if it caused nervousness to bubble inside your tummy.

"How soon are we talking? I need time to prepare."

"Next Friday." Namjoon cuts you off. You gasp a little too dramatically as you instantly think of the date. It was already Thursday, that's only slightly over a week of time you have to ponder.

"... Okay, I'll see you then."

Your words almost get caught in your throat, you and Namjoon share a conversation of details about the shoot before you finally head out to change into a fresh set of clothes and finish up with work for the day, or week, should you say. You hadn't been booked for any other sessions prior to the one with Jungkook and that put you at ease, you wanted to be your absolute best for him.

Friday, the day of the shoot.

You launch out of bed as the obnoxious sound of your alarm ringing painfully through your ears awakens you out of your slump. You check the time, 6:30 am, it reads. You had about an hour to take a shower and get ready.

The entire week, you hadn't went a minute without thinking of the upcoming shoot you were about to have with Jeon Jungkook. Yesterday you'd went to an appointment you'd booked for a full body wax and damn, you looked good, although it did hurt like hell.

Your confidence had sky-rocketed amongst the last few days and you were proud to say you weren't feeling as nervous about it anymore. You avoided watching any content involving Jungkook because you wanted to wait for the real deal, having him for yourself, in the flesh and up close sounded much more appealing than looking at him through a screen.

With that, you check your watch before locking yourself away in the bathroom, taking a short-lived shower and coming back out to do your hair and makeup, the two things that were most important to you right now.

7: 10 am.

"Shit, I gotta get going.” You mumbled to yourself as you finished applying your eyeliner. You'd already changed into a different set of clothes beforehand, so without another thought, you hopped out of your desk's chair and hurriedly rushed downstairs to make it to the shoot in time. You weren't that worried, it was a 10 minute drive from your house and the shoot was scheduled for 7:45, but you were you and anxiousness was something you couldn't avoid, not when it was about Jeon Jungkook.

Heck, you hadn't even been gifted the chance to meet this guy and yet you were expected to have a full blown porn shoot with him in approximately 30 minutes, anyone would be nervous. You sighed to yourself as you grabbed your car keys out the small bowl sat just beside your house door before sprinting out of it and to your car that was parked in your garage.

Once you'd reached your workplace, you didn't expect Jungkook to already be standing in the designated room for you two, both his and your director's heads whipping around to your direction as you hesitantly walked through the door. To your surprise, Jungkook was the first to approach you while Namjoon stayed put, glancing over at you both as if he wanted to give you privacy while being not-so discreet.

"Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you and I’m so honored to work with you. I'm Jungkook, by the way, big fan of your work." He extended a hand out for you, you gladly complied and held onto it while trying your best to keep your composure, hoping you weren't being too obvious as you eyed the man in all of his glory. He was most definitely hot, even hotter in person and your gaze was practically fixated on him. The way he towered above you had you almost weak on your knees, you swallowed hard as you imagined the thought of him being inside of you in the upcoming hour.

"I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jungkook." To your luck, you didn't stumble on your words. The taller male offered you his infamous bunny smile, and now you had the chance to admire how truly handsome he was. His dark locks fell just above his eyes, you could see how they glinted with slight mischief mingled with admiration and it made you wonder what he was thinking. Was he having similar thoughts? Probably not.

You were wrong. Jungkook knew from the beginning he wanted you. He'd dreamed of having just one chance to sleep with you at any given moment and yet it never happened. You were too booked and busy and so was he, and though you were never aware of his undergoing plan to eventually meet you, he sure was. Once he received the offer to be apart of the agency you were in, he instantly accepted, it was one step closer to you and it was also to his luck he got to pick any client to shoot his first film on this job with.

Though he hid it better, Jungkook was also nervous. It's almost as if you underestimated how insanely stunning you were and how every guy does or has wanted a piece of you at one point, you were on the same wavelength as Jungkook within the porn industry, you two together was undeniably a perfect combination. Maybe that's why Namjoon was over the moon about this, he knew this was going to be a hit.

Jungkook was insanely head over heels for you, if there was anyone he'd ever dreamed of working with, it'd be you, and here he was. Here you both were, occasionally stealing glances of each other unnoticeably. You hadn't even caught the way he licked his bottom lip, almost sucking his piercing in as his dark gaze landed directly on your exposed cleavage, given how much he towered above you, it was inevitable that he'd see it from this angle. You were too busy scanning your eyes across his toned body, he was absolutely ripped and his see-through, white shirt did nothing to hide that, then you glanced down further, meeting his bulge. The tent in his sweatpants was already huge and it didn't even seem like he was hard.

You peered back up at him, seeing the way his own gaze stuck to you before you made eye contact once again, before either one of you could speak up, though, your director announced.

"10 minutes 'till the shoot! Start preparing, you two."

Your face heated up and you instantly looked to Jungkook for reassurance, he nodded at you and guided you towards the bed sat in the middle of the room, you both landed on the mattress with the added weight of his body causing it to dip slightly further.

Jungkook turned towards Namjoon, feeling the need to address what exactly he wanted from you in this shoot.

"Anything, give Y/N whatever you've got, the audience are gonna love it either way." He replied, sending you both a thumbs up. Honestly, you were a little unsure about the meaning of "anything", but knowing Jungkook, he most likely had it under control. You were down to let him do whatever he wanted to you.

"You don't mind that, right?" Jungkook asked, causing you to hum politely before shaking your head, unintentionally batting your eyelashes at him. "Sounds perfect." You flashed him a sweet smile, glancing around the room in order to avoid eye contact with him, being so close to him without having the honours to touch him yet was killing you. He looked too good, and you could already sense the sexual tension, calming your nerves ever so slightly. It was undeniable that you were wet, you knew that wasn't going to be an issue.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was also hard. He doesn't know if you've noticed yet but genuinely it doesn't matter, this was a porn shoot after all, he was going to be hard, especially around someone as breathtaking as you. His cock was straining uncomfortably against his sweats and he wanted nothing more than to rip your flimsy clothes off right there and then, even if there were under 10 minutes left, it was still too much time for him. One thing about Jungkook, however, was that he had stamina, no matter how low his patience is running or how badly he wants to cum, he can last for hours and not cum while making a woman cum at least five times before he finishes.

You're both startled as the man before you announces.

"1 minute! Make sure you're in position."

Jungkook is quick to make a swift move, crawling on top of you and leaving a subtle gap between your bodies before caressing his hands over the expanse of your thighs, his hooded eyes never leaving yours. The lights blare around you as the cameraman props the camera into position, that's when you take the chance to wrap your arms around Jungkook's neck and pull him down into a messy kiss, your lips eagerly meshing with his.

His eyebrows knit the slightest, fluttering his eyes shut as he returns the kiss with double the amount of hungriness, clasping both his hands on either sides of your cheeks as he wedges himself between your thighs. You're both too into it to pay attention to Namjoon discreetly announcing, "3, 2, 1. Action!", though it still rang through your ears and certainly got you two moving.

You both wanted this to last forever. It seemed like none of you were on the verge of breaking the heated kiss, Jungkook even slid one hand from your cheek down to your chest to cup one of your clothed breasts, giving it a firm squeeze which earned a moan from you and lead him to effortlessly slip his tongue in your mouth once your lips parted from the action of his large palm fondling your tit. You could feel his cock poking your inner thigh already and it made you all the more excited, unwrapping an arm from around his neck before reaching down to palm him through his sweats, your pussy slicking up with anticipation as you felt how big he was.

The scene was hot. You and Jungkook were on fire, you were craving each other and that pent-up sexual frustration of wanting one another but never knowing about it was coming out. You were the one to finally break the kiss as you stared up at him dazedly, but it didn't take long for Jungkook to dip his head in the crook of your neck and drag his lips across there, licking, sucking and finally biting at whatever area of skin he could find, marking you like you were his, and you loved it.

He teasingly ran his tongue from the skin beneath your jawline all the way up to your earlobe before pressing a soft peck against it, sending a shiver down your spine and earning a needy whimper from you. Your hand had subconsciously slid from his pants down to your side, resting against it as you gripped the bedsheets from the simple touch of his lips against every inch of your skin. The things this man did to you.

Though you were enjoying how he made you feel, your mouth couldn't stop watering whenever you looked down and stole a glance of his clothed cock, gathering a new wave of courage to unexpectedly push him off you in a gentle manner, Jungkook briefly arching his eyebrow at you before taking the hint and propping himself up to be seated with his knees lowered behind him, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide his sweats and boxers down at once, his hard cock springing into your sight almost immediately.

You were so eager for him, taking his rock solid dick into your hand and giving it a playful squeeze, earning a hiss from him as he reached down to fist a hand through your hair, bunching it up into a ponytail. He breathed out a dazed laugh that was followed by a husky grunt, his gaze piercing into your soul.

"Fuck, don't tease me, princess." Jungkook whispered out, you didn't oblige just yet and instead stuck to giving his tip a few, languid licks before wrapping your lips around it, sucking for a solid moment then finally taking him down your throat in one go. You heard him release a particularly louder groan, peering up at him through your eyelashes as you pulled your head back almost all the way, keeping his tip in your mouth, then sinking onto his cock again, moving back and forth in a repetitive rhythm that had him cursing out praises from how good your mouth felt. "Oh shit, just like that, baby."

You made sure to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock whenever you went back down on him and suck on his tip whenever you went back up, balancing yourself on one hand as the other came up to cup his balls, gripping them firmly and persistently squeezing them which caused him to completely lose composure, somewhat pushing you further down his length with the grip he had already formed on your hair, jerking his hips forward to meet your own rhythm. You allowed him to use your throat as he pleased, momentarily staying still in order to feel him fucking your mouth, massaging his balls in the meantime while deliberately moaning to strike vibrations around his dick.

Jungkook gradually picked up his pace, brushing strands of your hair out of your face just to see your expressions as he abused your throat, he felt his high approaching and that's when he swiftly pulled back to give you a chance to catch your breath as well as prevent himself from cumming inside your mouth, when he did, he wanted it to be inside of you and he didn't mind waiting.

Awaiting his next move, Jungkook read your mind and quickly pushed you back, having you sprawled out on the bed, displayed beautifully in front of him. It was his turn to please you. He hovered above you, reconnecting your lips for a kiss that didn't last longer than the previous one though it was still laced with hunger, before trailing his way down your neck to your collarbone and eventually sitting upright to remove your top, you lifted your arms up to help him and within seconds it was discarded onto the floor.

His gaze somehow darkened once he saw you came without a bra on, wasting no time to lean down and capture one of your nipples in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it while his hand reached up to cup the neglected tit, massaging it thoroughly as he messily sucked on your nipple, sometimes glancing up at you through his dark locks because he was immensely obsessed with your facial expressions and the sounds you created. He drew back and began kissing his way down your stomach to your lower abdomen, lips parting in concentration as he swiftly slid your skirt and underwear down, running his index fingers through your dewy folds before inserting them into his mouth while maintaining eye contact with you.

You arched your back to somewhat inch your pussy closer to his face, you were so wet and such a mess underneath him, Jungkook almost chuckled upon seeing your desperation. He quickly shut you off, dipping his tongue between your folds and licking his way up from the bottom of your cunt to the top, finding your clit instantly and focusing the majority of his attention on it, taking it in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly as he sucked on it like a starved man, his tongue lapping up whatever essence he could reach. You threw your head back against the pillows and whined out continuously, you didn't know you could be so needy.

Jungkook was making you feel things you've never felt before, his tongue did wonders on your clit, your pussy ached pathetically and slicked up again whenever he'd lick away your essence. He carefully slid his ring and middle fingers into your cunt, curling them just right to hit every spot and nerve inside you, he knew he found your sweet spot when you arched your back and let out another moan, tangling your fingers through his hair. He thrusted his long fingers in and out of you at a decent pace, flicking his tongue back and forth against your clit at the same time while occasionally licking between your folds, leaving no part of you untouched.

He furrowed his eyebrows, making the same expression he always does when he enjoys something, he was relishing in the taste of your pussy and how you felt against his tongue, he never once slowed down his pace even when he noticed your thighs shaking, a familiar knot gradually coming undone in your lower stomach. Jungkook's fingers hitting your gspot over and over again alongside his tongue absolutely devouring your clit had your first orgasm approaching sooner than you thought, you whined quietly and watched him as he stood back up, his cock still rock hard.

"That was amazing." You whispered to him, trailing off as he joined you on the bed once again, he crashed his lips onto yours without hesitation and pulled back to ask. "You think you're ready for my cock?" "Yes, please, yes." You answered a little too quickly, begging desperately, his lips curved up into a smug smirk as he positioned himself between your thighs, you instinctively spread them for him but he had other plans, lifting them up and throwing them over his shoulders so now the tip of his cock was directly poking your entrance as he shuffled closer. Jungkook harshly spat on your pussy from above, coating his length in your slick and his own saliva before bucking his hips forward and sliding into you all the way with one thrust, you screwed your eyes shut in pleasure and gasped softly from how deep his cock was buried in your cunt.

Jungkook tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, harshly mumbling out. "Fuck, you're so tight, Y/N." He spoke before withdrawing to the tip only to slam back inside of you, sliding his hands below your waist and resting them on your ass for support as he sets a steady rhythm, his hips stuttering at first as he tries to overcome how insanely good your pussy felt around him, getting used to it over time which lead him to pound into you mercilessly, showing no remorse from how hard he was going. "Feels so good, Jungkook", was the only thing you actually managed to say without it sounding gibberish, he was fucking you so good, you were filled with too much pleasure that it became overwhelming and had you moaning out either random curses or chants of his name.

He was hammering away at your pussy and all you could do was take it, his length reaching all the right spots in your cunt, you thought his fingers went far but his cock went even further. Your sounds became increasingly louder when he suddenly reached down to wrap a hand around your neck, squeezing your throat almost hard enough to restrict your airway, his other arm hooking around your legs to keep them balanced above his shoulders as he pounded into your pussy, his gaze diverting between your face and to where your bodies met to watch himself disappear into your cunt with every thrust in.

It was all too much for you, you couldn't form any words to warn him about your upcoming orgasm so you just allowed it to happen, he knew you were close again once he felt your walls clench around him particularly tighter and it caused him to hiss in pleasure, only encouraging him to fuck his way deeper into you. Your lips parted and your thighs began to shake yet again, your second orgasm hitting you like a truck, and Jungkook was still forcefully thrusting his dick inside your cunt. He suddenly pulled out and you whined at the empty feeling, "Turn around for me, baby. I want you on all fours," you gathered enough strength to do as he told you, laying on your stomach and arching your back for him to see everything, purposely swaying your hips.

You were caught off guard once you felt his thick cock filling you up yet again, with no warning, and he already continued with his reckless pace, now having the ability to spank your ass from this angle as he thrusted into you. He bent his upper body over your small frame and moved your hair out of the way of your neck, leaning down and pressing wet kisses against the skin of your exposed nape, making you whimper and dig your nails into the bedsheets. "Gonna cum in this tight pussy, shit." He moaned just below your ear, almost sending you jostling into the headboard with how powerful his thrusts were, his tatted hand slapping your ass over and over again.

Jungkook's thrusts gradually slowed down, your slick and his precum mixing together and creating a wet, effortless slide with every buck of his hips, he cursed beneath his breath as he sat upright to fuck you deeper, setting his hands on your waist for support. His jaw clenched and his head hung low as he finally pumped his cum deep inside you after one deliberately rougher thrust, staying put for awhile before slowly sliding out. His cock was softening as the director yelled, "and cut!", you both couldn't believe this actually happened.

Namjoon was already approaching you two, you were both completely fucked out and drenched in sweat and needless to say, you were too tired for his enthusiasm. "That was amazing, you guys! Well done. I'm proud." You and Jungkook thanked him at once, already on your ways to get cleaned up as the lights dimmed, you came back not long after once you were both feeling less out of it to share a conversation.

"You were seriously surreal, Y/N. It was like a dream working with you." "I could say the same, you were great." You responded, downing the water from your fresh bottle before Jungkook broke the silence again. "Listen, I know this is out of the ordinary, but I'm genuinely so intrigued by you and I would like to... meet up outside of work some time." He spoke, a little nervousness in his tone which almost made you laugh considering how he was just pounding you several minutes ago, his duality was something different. You didn't wanna make him feel uncomfortable but you also wanted to tease him. "Are you asking me out on a date, Jeon?" You raised an eyebrow, he nodded in response and you smiled softly.

"I would love that."

thank you for reading! this is my first fic so kinda nervous lol but fuck it, i had an enjoyable time writing it 🫠

can u do manager y/n who is used to always being passed around and groped when the maknae line wants relief 🧐 like all of the boys and other staff are just so used to the situation that they just ignore them

“Ah..” You whimpered, feeling Jungkook thrust into you once again. You gripped onto his broad shoulders, crying out once again as he found his pace.

He was so strong and it felt like he had a dick made of pure iron.

He thrusted harder and deeper into you and you couldn't help but wrap your legs around him.

“Jimin, let’s straighten your hair.” One of the hairstylists commented as she gathered the hair supplies.

“Alright.” Jimin sat in the stool, glancing at you and Jungkook as you were having your fun.

His dick twitched and a tongue ran over his bottom lip as he found himself staring at you guys. He watched you whimper and moan while he listened to the smack of flesh against flesh.

He smirked and shifted in his seat.

Jimin looked away, feeling the stir in his pants. He focused on getting his hair straightened, but the thoughts of you were still running through his head. He wasn't able to keep his mind straight.

“Fuck…” Jungkook hissed, stopping you from bouncing on his cock, before he pushed you down onto the sofa, climbing on top of you and inserting himself once again. He wasted no time before he went right back into his thrusting.

He moaned, gripping your thighs and pulling them apart. He was so deep and it felt so good.

“Has anyone seen Taehyung?” The make up artist approached the two of you, an eyeshadow palette in hand.

“He was running late.” Jungkook answered, looking up at the older woman, before looking back down at you.

"Let’s do your make up first then.” The make up artist smiled, taking the brush, and approaching his face.

Jungkook temporarily stopped pounding into you, leaving his cock buried inside of you as the make up artist applied his make up.

You blinked, feeling your stomach knot with excitement. You were both so exposed and yet so intimate.

He continued to stare down at you, biting his lip as he waited for the make up artist to finish.

Your hand moved down to your clit, rubbing it slowly as you whimpered and moaned for him.

“You’re so big, Jungkook…” You murmured at him.

Jungkook smirked. He liked how you were whimpering for him. It was cute.

”There we go. All done.” The older woman smiled before moving away.

Then, he continued to pound into you, pressing his lips against yours as he pushed his weight against yours, pushing you further into the sofa. He lifted your legs into the air, and then slammed into you with such force.

You cried out into his mouth, feeling him get closer to the edge.

He didn't last much longer. His cock swelled inside of you, and then he released his hot load deep into you. He stayed inside of you, as he made you feel so full.

Then, he pulled out, leaving you with a mess of cum that was dribbling out of your pussy.

“Jungkook! Let’s do your hair!” A hairstylist chimed in, just finishing up Jimin’s hair.

Jungkook nodded, getting off of you.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment but opening them again when you felt Jimin’s hand trail down your thigh.

You looked over at him, as he placed his hands on your knees, and pushed them apart.

He smirked at you, before his fingers started to circle your clit, and then he slid a finger into you.

“Jungkookie made such a mess out of you, didn’t he?” He murmured at you, as he watched you writhe under his touch.

His fingers were long and skilled. He added a second finger, and then a third, as he thrusted into you with his digits.

“Mmm…” Your hips rolled along with the movements of his fingers.

“Sorry for being late!” A voice chimed in, and the three of you looked to see Taehyung rushing into the room.

Jimin pulled his fingers out of you, and wiped them on your thighs. He then took your hand and pulled you to sit up, before taking your hand and leading it to his crotch.

You rubbed your palm against it, as he let out a soft moan.

Jimin didn’t wait long, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You wrapped your fingers around it and stroked it as he thrust his hips up into your hand, making your way to the floor to sit in between his legs.

You brought your lips to the tip of his shaft, swirling your tongue around it and then taking it into your mouth.

Jimin groaned, wrapping your hair around his hand, and tugging your head back.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, before rubbing it against them. You opened your mouth and took the head inside of your mouth, as he gripped your hair tightly.

His other hand reached over, grabbing one of your breasts. He squeezed it, before reaching up and unclipping the bra that was keeping your boobs restrained. They fell free and bounced into his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples as you sucked his cock.

Taehyung sat on the stool, letting the staff do his make up. He was bored with this whole process. The only thing that was really making him pay attention to the stylists was watching you sucking off Jimin.

Jimin thrusted into your mouth, holding your head still as he pounded his dick into you. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around it.

He pulled out, his cock drenched in your saliva. “You are going to make me cum if you keep it up like this.” He looked down at you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips.

You pressed kisses against it as your fingers wrapped around the shaft once again, pumping him for a few more moments until you took him into your mouth again.

Taehyung had finished getting his hair done, and he watched you sucking off his friend, his eyes darkening as he felt himself get hard.

“Fuck, yes, suck harder!” Jimin groaned. He was getting close.

His grip on your hair tightened, before he tugged it back, pulling you away from his cock. His cock twitched, as he spurted his load into the air.

It landed all over your face and breasts. He took in the sight, adoring how you looked, before sliding his clothes back on.

Taehyung looked over to you, noticing that the staff were handing you some towels to clean up your mess of cum on your face and chest.

He stood up and went to go talk to you. He kneeled down beside you, and brought his hand to your face, wiping some of the cum away.

You stared into his dark eyes, and then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, at which he unzipped his pants, and slid them down to free his cock.

Taehyung rubbed his cock against your lips and pushed it into your mouth. He placed his other hand on the back of your head, pressing his hips against you.

Your tongue circled his shaft as he thrust his hips, fucking your mouth.

Then, he pulled out and stroked his dick.

“Let me see that sweet pussy.” He whispered at you, before grabbing your arm and lifting you up from the floor. Taehyung then picked you up, and you held onto his shoulders, as he guided his cock to your entrance. He shoved himself deep inside you, and you both groaned in unison.

You gripped onto him, wrapping your legs around him as he started to thrust into you. His movements were rough and sloppy.

"Yes, yes…” You whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You pressed a kiss to his lips, and he returned the gesture.

He kept you pressed against the wall, as he pounded you against it.

“I can’t, I can’t…” You gasped with shaky breath.

“Come on, take this fucking cock.” He growled.

You tried to resist him, but he felt too good. It was hard to try and fight it when he was so rough.

”Taehyung, let’s just curl your ends a little.” The stylist popped up, approaching him with a haircurler.

Taehyung didn’t respond, letting the woman do whatever she wanted to his hair, he focused solely on fucking you into the wall. He stared at your face, taking in the pleasure and the way you were melting beneath him. He thrusted harder and faster into you, as he watched you start to get close to your peak.

He groaned, feeling his release nearing as well.

You released a cry of ecstasy, your pussy contracting around him, milking his cock, as he released his load into you.

His arms were shaking as he held you, and he brought his mouth to your ear.

"You are such a fucking slut for cock, aren't you?" He whispered, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you.

You whimpered, slowly coming back down from your orgasm. You felt the way the cum oozed out of you, and you started to realize how sore you were going to be the following day.

Taehyung moved you back to the sofa, gently laying you down, leaving you in that spot incase anyone else would be using you.

🃏‧₊˚checkmate | JHS (18+)

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader

❥genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, some fluff

❥summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concert…

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❥!!warnings!!: slightly rough sex + dirty talk

❥other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sex💗], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, cl¡t piercing, curvy d¡ck, comparing hoseok’s d¡ck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so much😭], some POV switching, they don’t actually say the three big words

❥word count: 4.7k

-song inspo: pandora’s box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuck😭] || say it- tory [ew, but I’ve been listening to this for so long]

-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big d¡ck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!

-author’s note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope it’s worth it and that you enjoy!! 🤍 Didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this 🥹💗

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Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.

His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.

You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you weren’t betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.

It was an accident, you promised yourself.

Right…

Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.

Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.

Grinding on the rockstar… was a complete accident.

It wasn’t like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?

And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didn’t happen.

Yeah. No.

It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.

And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.

After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, “Checkmate”, a track that included Hoseok’s grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play one’s pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldn’t make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.

You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segment—sporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for “Checkmate”, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.

So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.

“Jay…” You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasn’t helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.

So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.

Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. “I thought we were going slow,” he said.

You scoffed and angled your head up. “Is bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?”

He pouted his duck lips against your nose. “No… Shaking your ass on my dick isn’t going slow either.”

“You touched me first,” you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for shit.”

The rockstar hummed. “Is that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?”

Your brow raised. “For?”

“Acting like we both didn’t say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.”

You felt flustered all of a sudden.

“We didn’t dry hump,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Hoseok grinned. “Sure we didn’t, baby. Kiss me.”

You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.

Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.

“W-We’re not going slow, Jay,” you whimpered.

He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. “You don’t wanna go slow, anyways, baby.”

He was right.

Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.

“Want you on my tongue,” he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.

“Your manager said not to be out here for too long,” you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.

You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someone’s windshield.

“I think you’re supposed to keep them, dumbass.”

“Why?” he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. “To gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?”

Ohh, that’s what you wanted to hear:

The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.

“No,” you answered. “So that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.”

He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. “But you could do a much better job at it than me.”

“Mmm, a blowjob?”

He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.

The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of “taking it slow” with him.

So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.

“Ready for me?” He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.

Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him “Yes, Jay.”

His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.

He didn’t know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. “Oh,” he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.

“What?”

“That’s a sexy surprise,” he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. “Your piercing. You weren’t gonna tell me?”

Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasn’t on your mind at all… Situations like these—an artist hanging around a backup dancer too much—sounded like quick flings that wouldn’t play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didn’t mention that self-conscious shit.

“You like it?” you asked.

He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “It’s so cute… Wanna lick it…”

You arched your hips towards his face. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.

Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.

“Tastes so good,” he sighed.

“I do?” you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.

“Yeah, like honey… You’re my honey,” he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. “So sweet.”

The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldn’t help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.

“Gonna cream daddy’s face?” he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.

Oh, hell, why would he fucking say that…

“Yes,” you moaned, “—gonna cream daddy’s face.”

But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.

Because Hoseok had pulled away.

His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?”

You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. “Fuck off. I was getting close.”

“Not close enough,” he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.

If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.

You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.

He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. “Don’t forget I’m in control here, sweet girl.”

He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.

“You never were,” you told him.

The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseok’s dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.

You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.

“I want all of this shit down your throat, baby,” Hoseok said, tilting your head. “Can you handle it?”

You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. “Yes, daddy.”

You think you’re louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.

His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. “Oh, don’t play with me, baby… Be nice.”

“Or what?” you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly in his throat.

His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseok’s dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.

He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You could’ve came from that alone, along with Hoseok’s stuttered cussing.

But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide… Your throat was dying for more.

“Didn’t take you for a cock slut, Miss Let’s-Take-Things-Slow,” Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didn’t compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.

“We… We are taking things slow,” you said.

Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.

“That’s your favorite word, huh? Slow.”

He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. “Is that how you want me to fuck you since that’s how we’re taking things?”

You grumbled “maybe” and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldn’t he put it in and shush now?

Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.

With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.

He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.

“Fuck!” Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.

“Oh, c’mon, baby…” He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. “I know you can take it like this…”

It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.

You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didn’t want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.

It didn’t matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.

You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.

“Gotta take you on tour with me more often,” he growled as he held your eyes. “Fly you out to dance with me on stage… then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shit—do whatever you wanna do in that city, too.”

You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. “Are you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?”

The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, “Yeah”, get anything that was wanted from him.

Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.

Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festival…

He didn’t have enough time.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You said. Hoseok hadn’t even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.

“________.”

It made you stop in your tracks. But you didn’t want to hear anything that would piss you off.

“Just… Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.”

“No,” he said. “Can we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?”

Ouch. Confrontation.

“What is there to talk about?”

The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. “You. Us. Now.”

You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. “After you got to fuck me?”

It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly… Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?

The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasn’t an issue to you. He just shouldn’t act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.

So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didn’t let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. “Don’t take it that way. I’ve been struggling to talk to you before this.”

“It’s raining,” you tried to excuse yourself. “We can talk later.”

Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. “We can talk now.”

You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. “Fine, Jay.”

He sighed. “Look… I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, I’m busy. There hasn’t been any other time to talk about us, so I’m taking it here. You don’t make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I don’t care about.”

You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. “Because I don’t know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?”

“Yeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,” he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really… But I can’t be in two places at once. I can’t be present for my fans and my music and you the same.”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said.

“No, but that’s the only way you’ll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,” he responded.

You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.

“This is useless, Jay.”

The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. “What makes it useless, ________? I’m being open with you about—this. Do I look like I’m joking or something?”

“No,” you responded. “It’s useless that you’re telling me why and why not. When it isn’t going to change anything. You’re busy and have bigger things to tend to… What is your point?”

Hoseok’s eyes went soft as he answered. “The point is that I’m trying. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to spend time with you even if it’s over the phone. I’m trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. I’m trying—to keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.”

You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didn’t want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and it’s effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseok’s life.

Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.

“Listen to me,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “I really want this. And you. When I’m done touring, I’ll show you.”

You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy… even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldn’t have him for yourself. You weren’t needy, but it didn’t sound realistic in the slightest. You’d only have time for sex, like just then.

You spoke. “Jay, you don’t have to do that. Let’s leave it alone.”

“Us?” He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didn’t want you to give up.

You nodded. “I was fine with going slow… It doesn’t complicate this.”

“We already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didn’t happen?” He questioned. “With all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didn’t stop us from getting here.

“You… don’t have to fight us on this. I’ll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.”

Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldn’t reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didn’t, hurt.

It stung that you pushed him away. You didn’t want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldn’t blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart… But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.

He didn’t view you how you viewed yourself—a moveable piece on his sets for decorative fun—and it ached your mind that you’d been lying to yourself the whole time. He didn’t deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deserved…

“Okay. I… I trust you.”

Your trust. All of it.

No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But it’s scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?

“My love,” he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. “Say it again.”

You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.

“I trust you, Jay.”

It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.

He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.

It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldn’t let anyone else hear it.

The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each other’s unspoken yet understood love in.

Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a moment—no doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didn’t have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.

“One more time,” he said. “I can’t see you alone again until the next stop.”

“Jay—“ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.

Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.

“Ah, shiiittt,” Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadn’t noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure… Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.

The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.

“You’re gonna trap me, honey girl,” he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldn’t mind being trapped by you.

“I’m not like that, Jay,” you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. “Trust me.”

Hoseok grinned the prettiest smile.

That smile was yours now.

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‘I WANT YOU…’- Jeon Jungkook

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Genre: smut

Pairing: Idol! Boyfriend! Jungkook X NonIdol! Reader

Summary: You and Jungkook are going to ‘Jack in the box’ release party. But you two being the freaks that you are, you won’t be able to go to the party without having sex.

Word count: ~1,7k

Warnings/tags: established relationship, big breast play, hickeys, clothed grinding, they cum together, they cum twice, car sex, sex while driving (stay safe…), penetration, unprotected sex (stay safe again), quick masturbation (m receiving), marking, cum in boxers/ panties, cums in her, ass smacking (twice), some eye contact, French kiss, slight cock warming?

Have fun twins🤞🏻

[repost]

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Since you and Jungkook got invited to « Jack in the box » release party, you had to dress well. Bts knew you were Jungkook’s girlfriend, some other idols too. But to fit in, you had to dress like one. Dress in luxury clothes, have confidence, and be social.

You weren’t planning on staying in the corner of the room the whole time, but you weren’t confident enough to go up to people. So you had to impress them to make them approach you.

You sigh at the thought of being in public and look back at the mirror. Your makeup was done, and your outfit too. Everything was coordinated, the colours, tissues… and you were also matching with your famous boyfriend, Jungkook. He was looking at you up and down, eyes caressing your curves as he’s waiting for you, sitting down on the bed. When you’re finally ready, you turn around to show him your outfit and smile.

‘You look gorgeous baby, I’m lucky’

He says smirking. You giggle and get closer to him, positioning yourself in between his legs, his mouth at the same level as your breast.

‘Are you sure? I’m not really feeling this top…’

You confess while looking down at him, searching for an eye contact but it seems like he’s busy looking at something else. You follow his look and notice he’s been staring at your breast. He licks his bottom lip before biting them, and looks up at you once again. At his behaviour, you frown your eyebrows, wondering what he’s thinking about but his firm grip cuts your thoughts. He places his strong, tattooed hand behind your waist and pulls you closer to him as he sits on the edge of the mattress.

He can smell your nice scent, and your titties are sitting so perfectly in front of him that he almost cannot hold back. He wishes to lick your hardened nipples, suck on them, twist them with his fingers and gently pull on them. But right now, he doesn’t allow himself to. It’s simple; if he started, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. And he doesn’t want to be late at his bro’s party.

But was it worth it though? Would it change a lot if you were a bit late? He keeps on debating on if he should do it or not, but you’re too irresistible. His body speaks louder than his thoughts, and before he knew it, he was already approaching his sweet, soft and pink lips to your nipples. Your eyes widen in surprise but you let him express himself.

Consequently, his lips finally touch your right nipple against the tissue. Softly brushing it as you feel his hot breath against your breast, passing through the material of your top.

‘Jungkook~ babe what are you doing~’

You giggle as he smirks at your comment. Your voice was so attractive to him, your giggles even more. Each time a sound left your lips, he got even more turned on and his cock hardened.

‘I want you…’

He whispers before he slides his hands underneath your top and takes it off for you. He already decided what he prefers. Indeed, he’d rather suck your titties, please you and himself on the way than to be on time at the party.

You’re now standing, your boobs naked in front of him, in between his strong legs that are keeping you in place.

His breath is now even stronger. His lips slightly brushing against your hardened right nipple again. Just teasing you. Then he brings one of his hands to your left boob, and the other one to caress your back. And finally starts lightly biting it, then gives it a few licks. His wet tongue caressing in rounds your nipple, before shoving it all in his mouth and sucking on it. He sucks hard, touching it with his tongue inside as he twists your left nipple with his slim fingers. He pulls back and gives you a few pecks on your breast while he gets to the next one.

Once he’s in front of your left boob, he does the same. Bites it, leaving few marks on it then licking it. His tongue making circles around it, flicking it sometimes. Then finally puts in his mouth. He loves the feeling of your hard nipple in his mouth. Sucking on it like his life depended on it. While his other hand, uses his fingers to pull on your right nipple, and massage your soft, perfect breast.

It’s driving him crazy. You moan at his skin meeting yours and he stands up, leaving your titties sitting, cupped in his hands. He’s now hovering over you. But not for too long since he gets lower, his lips brushing your neck before he lifts you up and puts your legs around his waist.

He starts marking your neck, leaving purple marks and making sure everyone will see them. He needs to let them know that you’re his, as much as he’s yours. His lips get closer to your weak spot on your neck, and just as he starts sucking on your weak spot, making your legs weak and throw your head back, he sits back down on the bed and rubs your pussy against his dick through your pants. You both find yourselves grinding on each other, going faster as time passes and your orgasm gets closer. You feel his cock getting harder and harder against you and begging to get the fabric of his pants and boxers off. He grabs your ass firmly and gives it a smack before going harder against you.

He’s too good and you feel your orgasm approaching fast. Your moans get shorter and in a higher voice until you scream Jungkook’s name, as you cum in your little panties. Your boyfriend also cums in his boxers at the same time as you, and forces you to look at him as your juice gets out of your cunt. After reaching your highest, you try to calm down and catch your breath. Jungkook’s head falls on your shoulder as he takes your top that was on the bed, and brings it closer to you. You look lazily at him, enjoying this feeling like you’re high, and he puts back on your top.

After this you both changed quickly, throwing glances at each other to observe your naked bodies. Then finally go to the car and drive to the party. You thought that what happened was enough, but it clearly wasn’t. You needed more, and especially his cock deep in your pussy or in your throat. Your breath gets faster as you think about it and look over to Jungkook. He’s still driving, concentrated in the road but he feels the tension. And he knows you want more.

He stops at the red light and you look at him intensely to make him notice you.

‘You know we can’t right now honey. Let’s at least wait to get to the parking lot or to get in the bathroom of the party.’

He says in a deeper voice. You look down and notice his dick rubbing against his pants, creating a bulge and a visible boner.

You bring your hands to his pants and unbuttons them. He bites his lips trying to stay concentrated while his mind goes numb at your touch. You look up at him with big eyes and slowly gets his big, thick and veiny cock out of his boxers. He slightly moans then starts accelerating the car again once the light is green, and pray that there isn’t any cameras or fans around. Well fortunately, you had tinted windows anyways.

You wrap your pretty, soft hands around his thick cock and spread his pre cum on his length. He has no idea what you’re going to do, but even if he’s a bit confused and scared at the idea of having sex while he’s driving, he’s having pleasure. After all, adrenaline only makes sex better.

You pump his dick up and down with one hand and take off your pants with the other. You take off your seatbelt and he stops at a red light again. You slide your panties to the right, then get on top of him. He cannot see the road well and starts panicking but as soon as he feels your warm pussy taking all of his dick, his worries go away.

He moans deeply at his dick finally being wrapped around your walls, and tries his best to keep his eyes open. The light goes green and he accelerates the car. The rules are simple, the more he accelerated, the faster you jumped. He gets closer to the party place and accelerates while trying to keep his composure.

You don’t hold back your moans, you’re loud and you don’t care about being heard. And hearing you being so loud just brings Jungkook, your poor boyfriend close to cumming.

You jump faster as you also feel your orgasm coming, and he takes off one of his hands off of the wheel to grab your ass. He smacks it again. Tries his best to stay concentrated on the road and to keep his eyes open.

Till, faster than he thought, he filled you with his cum. Painting in your walls as you also reach your highest. You scream and keep jumping on his cock as he moves, frustrated from his position, and moans in your ear.

You keep his dick in you, holding in his cum and kiss his lips. He’s almost unable to kiss back. He lets you kiss him, slide your tongue in and moan too. His eyes are half closed, he feels dizzy but he finally recognizes the parking you’re supposed to park in. You keep making out with him till he parks. And when the car stops, he kisses you back like he never did. It’s a passionate, slow, lazy and heated kiss. Your tongues meeting as you eat each other.

After some minutes, you pull back.

Now, there’s you; messy hair, just like your makeup, and your hickeys are more than visible.

And then there’s Jungkook; looks hella high, and hair also messy.

But it’s alright. Wasn’t it his point to show them who you belong to anyways?

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so needy for me . . . my pretty baby

“so needy for me . . . my pretty baby”

getting severe brain rot from thinking all too much about being needy and greedy for jk’s fingers >.< whimpering and gasping as he finger fucks you ruthlessly… oh dear

so picture this vivid image — you straddling jk’s lap while riding his tattooed fingers in his bed, grinding your hips against him while you ride his slender digits. a hand with bare skin sneaks up to your breast to fondle them, pinching and rubbing at your stiffened dark nipples. “the sounds your pussy makes is so.. fucking sexy” he praised, listening to the wet squelchy tones your cunt makes; lifting his head up to see your body tense and quiver above him. you bring your hand to your clit for more stimulation, rubbing the nub in circles viciously. he already has two fingers pumped inside you but you were feeling extra greedy for your man tonight. “more” you yelp “wan’ more please!” on the verge of tears, begging to receive what you so desperately want. he plays dumb with you though, egging you on to get you more flustered — “more what?” he pants “use your big girl words doll.” he knows exactly what he’s doing. this only causes you to whine more, tears streaming down your blush filled cheeks but you gain no sympathy from the man below you, not even an ounce. “hurry, before i don’t make you cum at all.” his tone was unsparing, dark eyes piercing through you like daggers. you take in a few inhales to catch your breath before telling him what you crave, “your fingers daddy.. give me more please.” his lips crept into a devilish smile and chuckles at your pathetic neediness for him. “is this what you wanted?” without warning, a third finger plunges into your dripping cunt. you scream loud enough the neighbors downstairs could definitely hear, crying out as you hold onto jk’s shoulder to leverage yourself. “such a greedy little girl, you’re so fucking naughty” he groans “so needy for me… my pretty baby.” his voice full of lust and passion, you were losing all sense of control at this point — shakily thrusting your hips to ride out your stampeding high. “gonna cum for me my sweet?” his fingers still skillfully working in you, pushing you to the edge. “yes daddy, cumming— gonna cum!” you were all worked up, sweaty, and dizzy from the ecstasy that shot through you but that pleasure was soon denied from you as jk withdrew his fingers, watching your gushing arousal seep down to your thighs. your mouth is agape, crying and moaning out to him why he did that to you when you were so close. how could he be so cruel like that? again, you are met with that evil smirk and mischievous laugh. “oh honey, this is the only the start of many rounds tonight. i’m going to edge your pretty little cunt for hours, until you physically can’t take it anymore. did i make myself clear enough for you baby girl?” you gulp nervously and nod to show your obedience, “yes. i heard you loud and clear daddy.” he was going to have his entire way with you for the whole night, watching you grow weak and sensitive as he brings you to the peak of your orgasm thinking he’ll finally let you cum but only for him to stop and do it again. you see his methods of foreplay as softcore torture but he sees your cries as the most beautiful thing on earth, a cure that remedies his corrupt, perverted mind.