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[4:10 PM]

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 581

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral(f), implied aftercare

notes: this was requested by a follower! i hope you like it ❤️

Sometimes, during those long, lonely nights, you wonder what his tongue feels like.

It'll obviously be heaven, hot and wet against your soaked core, tasting you, devouring you whole, your poor clit subjected to his endless teasing and licking. It'll be utter bliss when he fucks you with it, stroking your walls with his tongue, delightfully slurping your juices straight from the source. He'll torture you with it until you cum on his tongue with a cry.

You guess that's why you asked him. Taehyung, your best friend. He is the source of your naughty fantasies after all.

He initially gaped at you, like he misheard you, which caused you to blush and become embarrassed, but did he deny you? No, he didn't. After a thorough talk about consent and what will happen to your friendship, Taehyung grants your wish.

That's how you ended up how you are: Your thighs spread wide, bare pussy exposed to the chilly air of Taehyung's apartment with his face in it. He exceeds your expectations. Of course he does because it's Kim Taehyung. He blows your mind no matter what, so are you surprised by his skill in the art of oral?

No. Not one bit.

You watch him with wide eyes as Taehyung drags his tongue over your folds, his breath hot, his hands keeping your legs apart. A little whimper escapes you when he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling on it, his tongue occasionally darting out to collect the juices leaking out of you. He hums against you, and you tremble, face growing hotter while your eyes roll in bliss.

"T-Tae," you croak, managing to focus on him again, gasping when Taehyung wags his head back and forth. "Oh fuck…"

"Feel good?" Taehyung softly asks you, his eyes darting up to your face, and they sparkle with satisfaction and how utterly wrecked you look. "Hm? Does this pussy feel good?"

"Y-Yes!" you mewl, back arching at his finger prodding at your entrance.

Fuck, his fingers too!? You don't think you'll survive this.

"Good," he purrs, sliding one of his long fingers inside you, steadily pumping it in and out of you in time with his tongue. "I'd be sad if you said no."

With every brush of his digit along your walls and every suckle and lap from his tongue, your end creeps closer and closer. Your noises grow higher in pitch and volume, starting to squirm more often in your spot on the couch. Realizing the signs, Taehyung pumps his finger faster, swipes his tongue more furtively over your clit.

"T-Tae!" you cry out, tangling a hand in his hair.

Taehyung merely hums in reply, watching you with those dark eyes, coaxing your orgasm even more. More, just a little more, then–

"Ah!"

You screech, hips bucking and body thrashing as your high crashes into you. You whine and moan through your orgasm, clutching Taehyung's hair like it's your last lifeline. Your vision grows fuzzy, your ears ring. Taehyung continues humming between your legs, diligently guiding you through your end until you finally calm down.

"Wow…" you whisper, staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving from lack of breath.

"Was that okay?" Taehyung appears in your line of sight, expression written with concern, but his shiny lips and chin make you blush. "Y/N?"

"Yeah," you murmur, nodding. "Yeah…"

You hear him chuckle as he lifts your limp body into his arms. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

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Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 4 TEASER

You'll need to work for it.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, Corruption kink, Dom/Sub dynamics (more advanced), slight angst, dry humping, orgasm control, hinted praise kink, big dick!JK, orgasm denial, softcore, edging, no hands, cumplay, romance (finally), fluff???

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Did he taint you so much that you're now forever stained with the way he does things, so much so that you'll forever seek what he's offered? Has he ruined you to the point of no return, that no 'normal' form of bedroom love can fulfill your needs any longer?

Or are you simply not seeing the bigger picture?

His lips on your skin are sensual, warm but not hot, gentle, caring, affectionate. His hands never grab too hard, only brush over you, map out your body as if he needs to remind himself of every curve you have. You want more. Need more. This is too slow. Or is it?

His tongue over your chest makes your breath hitch, back arching off the mattress as he gently bites your hardened bud, pulling it a little, always teasing, never going rough. You never imagined you'd want more than that, but there's this sudden need to be absolutely ruined by him.

And that's somehow exactly what he's doing. Just not how you thought he would.

His hand only occasionally finds its way between your legs to spread around your leaking arousal, even sometimes taunting you by using it to cover his bare length in it, hand only slowly moving to close around it in a fist, hips thrusting into his hand, a mere glimpse offered at what he could be giving you.

You know he's warm. Heavy, and thick. More than the toy could've offered you last night. You want him, as deep as he can go.

Your brain is filled with the most obscene visuals of his cum leaking out of you, filling you up until there's no space for anything else. It's as if you've gone rabid, head no longer functioning, only instincts left and the need for that very specific pleasure only he can offer you.

You're a slave to his touch, and you're not even upset about it.

"Nuh-uh." He chuckles, as you try and reach for him. "Patience." He scolds softly.

"Please-!" You whine, but its not working at all as he leans over you, his cock rubbing over your stomach, way to far away from where you need him most. "jungkook-"

"You sound so sweet when you beg." He purrs, licks and bites at your neck, kisses placed with meaning behind them. "I think I could cum just from this." He chuckles. "Can you?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Need you.." you whine.

"You have me." Jungkook reassures you. "I'm right here." He offers, but you reach out to touch him, this time trying to keep your self control, only letting your fingers run over his abdomen. "Such a good girl. Following rules so well." He tells you with amusement in his tone.

It's the rule, after all. You're allowed to touch, to feel, to move. Just not there.

You'll have to get creative if you want to get him off without touching him at all. Because if you do- you win. And the grand prize will be what you've begun to anticipate with eagerness and excitement, and no more fear.

Because it's Jungkook.

And you're starting to no longer think you're falling in love with him-

But believe in it.

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I'd do the exact same thing lmao

jimin letting his impulsive thoughts win LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SIR IT'S PEDRO PASCAL HE HAS SPECIAL PERMISSION

this is SO funny

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naur conservatives getting hit with their own talking points is my fav genre

PROUD OF YOU

hey btw i made it a whole week without cigs can i get a hell yeah

HE'S NAKED WTF

??????? OH MY GOSH

THE MESH SHIRT HIGHLIGHTS HIS ABS I CAN'T DO THIS

JUNGKOOK 'GOLDEN' Concept Photo - SHINE

felt

CONCEPT PHOTOS TOMORROW LAKSLAKSLAKAAAAAA

I just saw a post on Instagram where an "army" asked JK to share his address

and his response was "I think you already know"

this breaks my heart...

BARKBARKBARK

JUNGKOOK X '3D : The Remixes' visualizer

istg he has the orange app

vogue korea x behind the scenes with jungkook

even if he does have a gf, he's not gonna say anything bc 1) exactly for this reason, to keep harmful fans away and 2) it's his PRIVATE LIFE

his love life is none of our business so kindly fuck off "army"

what the hell!!! of course some "fans" can't act normally in the comments omg

HES SO PRETTY WTF

Seonghwa ☆ Compliment Battle for Teen Vogue

Bonus (they didn't fit because of the text, but they had me crying in a ditch):

HE NEEDS TO KEEP HIS TONGUE IN HIS FUCKIN MOUTH

p.s. Jeongguk if you're reading this you need to calm down

HE'S INSANE

I just read complete filth-

shared | crossover crack

FoF!joel miller x ofc (FoF!reader) x YSD!reader x YSD!joel miller

try to work out that fucking equation ^

thank you so much to @gasolinerainbowpuddles for this glorious banner <3

word count: 4.4k rating: 18+ minors dni summary: literally all porn, no plot. feelings on fire!reader and your summer dream!reader are besties who kiss. their joels are menaces. warnings: [PURE CRACK OK IT’S A CRACK FIC] filthy smut, TWO JOELS, foursome (mmff), oral (f receiving), fingering, wlw action, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating and sharing, light spanking, light choking, slight overstimulation, dirty talk, squirting, pet names, nothing makes sense but everything is fine. no use of y/n.

feelings on fire | your summer dream

A/N: a dangerous idea was put into mine and @joelscruff's minds. no, we will not be explaining how this scenario came to be. all you need to know is these horny fuckers met their counterparts at a resort, and now they all fuck in a hotel room. imagine this as far in the future of both couples' stories, but fof!reader is still a shy gal. *disclaimer: i recognize that this is pretty niche content, and it may not interest everyone - that is ok. just be nice about it bc this is literally just horny fun that was only ever meant to be for mine and cat's eyes. i'm sharing it in the hopes that some of you will get the same level of enjoyment out of it as we do. further context on this universe can be found here

a helpful glossary to understand what the fuck is going on in this here fic: fof!joel is referred to as either "her joel" or "the older joel" fof!reader is referred to as "she" or "her" and is represented here as a nameless ofc ysd!joel is referred to as either "your joel" or "the younger joel" ysd!reader is you, the reader insert

she's sitting with her legs crossed out in front of her in her soft, silk pajamas, leaning lazily against the headboard. she's so beautiful, you think, so pliant and willing. you're staring.

"come here," you whisper, sitting on the edge of the mattress as you extend a hand out to her. her eyebrows furrow, concerned.

"why?"

"i just...really want to kiss you right now."

you want to do more than that. you've been dreaming about it. you've watched her come apart beneath her joel's tongue, watched the way she gives herself over to him, squirming and crying and writhing under all the generous pleasure he offers her. it's fucking miraculous.

you want to try.

you've been with other girls here and there, but you've never done that. you know how you like it though. you could give her that.

worry paints her features.

"but joel's not here," she protests feebly.

she takes your outstretched hand regardless.

"he'll be back soon." the men have gone to get coffees, leaving you and her alone in the hotel room coated with mid-morning sunlight. "but we don't have to do anything if you don't feel safe, honey."

she appears to think it over for a moment, her eyes darting to your lips before she's shaking her head resolutely.

"i feel safe with you."

you smile as you climb over her body, straddling her hips and taking her sweet face in your hands.

"i'll take care of you," you promise her. she nods, her eyes glazing over as you lean forward to connect your mouth with hers.

she whimpers against you even though you're being so, so soft, only the lightest press of your lips onto hers. then she's melting into you, her frame going almost limp under you as you languidly flick your tongue between her parted lips. it awards you another symphonic whine, the sound going straight to your pussy, already aching from just the feeling of being on top of her.

"can i touch you, baby?" you ask her.

"mhmm."

your lips twitch, only inches from hers. "give me a yes or no, please."

she's nodding again, eager. "yes," she says.

you kiss her again, deeper this time and with just the slightest bit more force, still being just as careful as you know her joel is with her. when her tongue collides with yours, you suck it gently into your mouth, swallowing the squeaked moan that catches in her throat.

once you feel she's well and truly given in to you, you trail your hands down over her collarbones, dipping lower to her clothed chest before pinching lightly at both her hardened nipples. they poke out deliciously through the thin fabric of her pajamas and the second your fingers take hold she's arching up into you, crying out beautifully against your mouth.

she falls apart so easily. she's so perfect.

"can i take this off?" you ask as your fingers find their way beneath the hem of her shirt.

"yes, please."

so polite. her joel likes that. your joel likes it too. they're so alike, you think, and so different.

you miss them.

you strip out of your own shirt first, relishing the way her gaze fixes on your bare breasts, the way she swallows when they bounce ever so as you readjust yourself on her lap. she sits up straighter, willing as ever as she lifts her arms over her head to let you strip her pretty shirt off.

she's still staring at your tits.

"you wanna touch them, babe?" you offer and her eyes quickly move to your face.

"can i?" she asks. pleads. so soft.

you smile, clutching her face between your palms again. "go on."

sometimes you think your joel has rubbed off on you. or maybe this is just the way you are with her. you're still learning. every day, learning more and more about her and what she likes, more about yourself and your joel and how much you're willing to share with she and hers. 

she reaches her hands between your bodies tentatively, like she's not exactly sure what to do with them. she's hovering her fingers over your nipples and a familiar pucker appears between her brows.

she's so nervous when her joel's not here.

"touch them, honey, it's okay. you won't do it wrong."

she takes a deep breath, seems to steel herself before finally cupping your breasts in her hands, her touch feather light and careful. she's so fucking adorable.

"squeeze," you tell her and she does. so soft. "harder."

she tries, that worry line appearing between her brows again as she applies more pressure. your breath leaves you in a shaky exhale and it seems to embolden her; she kneads your breasts beneath her palms, gentle but steadily growing in confidence. you moan loudly when she mimics what you'd done to her, when she pinches gingerly at your pebbled nipples.

"fuck, come here," you growl, arousal stirring uncontrollably in your core as you crash your lips into hers again, hungrier than before, needier.

that's about the time the door clicks. you don't break the kiss. you know who it is. 

"huh," a gruff voice is saying. there's a smile in that sound.

"looks like our girls couldn't wait, could they?"

"needy little things. she takin' care of you, angel?" her joel asks. you're still kissing her as he approaches. your heart swells at the way she reaches a hand out to him, which he grasps tightly in both of his.

he's like an anchor for her. where's yours?

"'course she is," another voice is saying, and then you feel him, right behind you on the bed, his big hands coming down on your shoulders, running along your sides, up and over your chest till he finds your breasts. his palms are so much bigger than hers, his touch infinitely more demanding. you groan into her mouth and your hips rock into hers.

"i wanted..." you start to say but then joel's lips are on your neck, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. he's in control now.

"what did you want, sweetheart?" he murmurs into the hollow of your ear. she's squirming under you, her joel ducking down to steal her away from you to kiss her and you think they look so, so gorgeous.

"i wanted to eat her pussy, joel."

she whines into her joel's kiss, her free hand clawing at your bare thigh. the men chuckle.

"i think she wants that too," the older joel says. "do you want that, baby? want her to eat that perfect little pussy of yours? wanna let her taste you?"

now you whine, the younger joel's hands tweaking your nipples and making you see stars, while the elder's filthy words flood your mind with desire and all the while there's her, looking up at you, suppliant and desperate and beautiful.

"yes, please," she breathes, high-pitched and wanton. "i want her, joel. i want her mouth."

"good girl. c'mere."

there's a jostling of bodies as you stand to rid yourself of your underwear, the younger joel watching you with leering eyes as he strips out of his t-shirt and jeans. he's already hard under his boxers. you can hardly recall a moment since you've been here where he hasn't been hard. you kiss him, because he's right there and because you can't resist. he smacks your ass and you smirk at him.

"show her what you can do, babygirl," he encourages you.

her joel is quick to remove his clothes, helping her out of her silk pajama bottoms and situating his broad body behind her on the bed. she leans into his chest like coming home and he tilts her face up to his, placing a reassuring kiss against her lips.

your knees hit the mattress and their kiss breaks apart, her eyes on you in an instant, watching you crawl between her legs. her gaze is full of wonder, and only a hint of fear. the older joel's arms band around her chest and it seems to placate her some.

"open up for her, angel," her joel whispers into her neck.

she does as she's told, your careful hand on her knee coaxing her open wider, her glistening pussy on full display. for you.

you lick your lips.

"you know what you're doin' there, gorgeous?" her joel asks you and you smile shyly.

"not really," you confess.

"kiss her thighs," he instructs.

on all fours, you dive forward to press your lips into the delicate skin between her legs, feeling her shiver under you. she's so, so soft. you inch closer to her core, kissing your way over smooth, supple skin. goosebumps sprout on her tummy and you splay your hands out over them, sensing the way her muscles tense and loosen the nearer you get to her centre.

"slow, now," the older joel says, voice low. your eyes flit upwards. her eyelids are squeezed shut, head on his shoulder, lips parted. "kiss her pussy. soft."

behind you, your joel grunts, and there's a rustling as his boxers fall to the floor. you lean into her, the sight of her so close, intoxicating, beckoning.

"hey, honey," you whisper, just to her now. "look at me."

she opens her eyes but they go straight to her joel, that worry line back between her brows. he nods towards you with an encouraging smile.

"look at her," he repeats. "you're okay, angel. i got you. watch her. watch her eat your pretty pussy. she's gonna make you feel good. i'm gonna tell her just how you like it, okay?"

she sniffs, so brave. "okay."

at last, she obeys. wild-eyed and needy between her thighs, you never break her gaze as you close the space between your mouth and her cunt, pressing a tender kiss over her puffy, soaked folds. 

you moan in unison the second your lips make contact with hers. she's soft everywhere - but softest here, velvet smooth and wet. she's sweet all the time - but sweeter here, drenched with juices that taste like yours but different, better because they're hers.

"she wet?" your joel asks as he positions himself on the bed behind you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

"so wet, joel," you hum in wonder, your lips hovering over her most sensitive spot.

"taste her," her joel orders you gently. your heart hammers and your own pussy throbs as you lick a stripe from her core to clit, slick collecting on your tongue. she chokes out a quiet whine and her joel kisses her ear, whispering something you can't quite make out, something just for them.

"how's she taste?" he grumbles to you but his face is still buried in her hair, watching her. always, always, always watching her, you notice.

"so sweet," you moan, lapping at her core again and again, savouring everything she gives you. a hand is grabbing at your ass then, toying roughly with the plush flesh there. joel. yours. "she tastes so fucking sweet."

"think your man wants a taste," the older joel says, and when you peer up at him this time, his eyes are on the other man, the one still perched behind you with a hand on your ass.

you sit up and twist to face him; you find his eyes are black, wrecked. he tilts your head back by your hair and cranes down to lick greedily into your mouth, groaning when he tastes her on your tongue.

"she's right," your joel grunts, speaking to the other man but looking right at you. "so damn sweet."

her impatient whine redraws your attention. "come back," she pleads.

what a beautiful thing to be wanted by her. you don't need to be told twice.

"easy," the older joel warns but you're already retaking your place between her thighs, spreading her lips apart with your fingers to find her swollen clit. you flatten your tongue over it, just the way you like it.

"it's okay, joel - ah!" her voice cuts off when you begin to circle, closing your lips around her and swirling your tongue over the bundle of nerves. a fresh wave of slick pools at her centre and coats your chin. she's everywhere. her squirms and cries are all for you now.

you hum with delight but you feel so empty. your pussy clenches around nothing each time she whimpers and moans for you. you're dripping down your thighs - dizzy with want - but right now, there's only her.

you unlock a newfound respect for your men, who always take such time and care with you when they're burying their faces between your legs. but then, with the way she's threatening to come undone as you lick and suck at her sensitive clit, you think you understand why they do.

"think your girl might need some attention," the elder miller says then. 

god, how can he always tell? 

you look up to see him staring right passed you to your joel. you don't let up your efforts on her, but the promise of something more, something for you, has your heart racing.

"yeah?" your joel presses, speaking to you now. "need this cock, gorgeous?"

you whine against her in response and he chuckles.

"you want her fingers, angel?" her joel asks her and she mewls softly, a pleading sound. "want her to fuck you with her fingers while she's takin' his cock?"

you gasp and your joel chuckles behind you. his hands are already on your hips, hoisting your ass up further and lining his stiff cock up with your entrance. you can feel the tip prodding against you and you rock back into him, ready for it, but then his hand comes down on your ass in a harsh slap, and you think it feels almost chiding.

"focus on her," he commands from behind you before he's sinking into your waiting heat, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

you moan at the stretch, at the fullness. always so, so full of him. she's keening beneath you - demanding your attention - but then joel starts to move and you can barely remember your own name.

"please," she's begging and joel smacks your ass again, digging his fingernails into your flesh. her joel reaches down then to snatch your hand and guide it towards her pussy.

"one to start," he tells you. "she'll be tight."

determined, you nod, joel's thrusts coming slow and even, measured as he moves in and out of you.

you prop yourself up on an elbow and her joel lets you take over as you poke at her hole with one finger, working to focus on her face as you curiously push it inside.

"fuck fuck fuck," she cries.

she's so warm, her walls constricting around your finger, slick dripping out generously over your knuckle.

"you copy me, sweetheart," your joel instructs. "fuck her like i'm fuckin' you."

"slow," her joel emphasizes. like the younger joel doesn't already know.

the joel inside you slows his movements even more, pulling almost all the way out before languidly sliding back in. you mimic his motions with your finger inside her, each agonizing drag of his cock into you eliciting heady moans from you and her, almost like he's fucking you both.

but of course he's not. you're making her feel good. you're doing that.

"just like that," the older joel orders. "put your mouth back on her. lick her clit."

she's squirming again; her joel has to practically restrain her to keep her still. when you close your lips around her clit again, your joel's hand is suddenly on your neck, holding you against her and forcing you to breathe through your nose as you lick and lap and flick at her sensitive clit, maintaining the steady movement of your finger in and out of her pussy, in time with joel's leisurely thrusting into you.

"joel, more, please, i can take more," she's whining and you hum into her, echoing her pleas. you want to give her more. you need more. more more more. it's never enough.

"yeah?" her joel eggs her on. "you want another finger, babygirl?"

"mhmm."

"ask her for it."

you can't imagine the look she sees on your face, wound up with euphoria from joel's cock filling you up, the slick of her all over your face and mouth, his hand still gripping the back of your neck.

you must looked wrecked. when your eyes lock, you think she does.

"please. another finger."

you nod - as much as you can - sinking another finger into her alongside the first and groaning at the way she stretches open for you.

you disregard your orders, opting instead to search for that spongy spot inside her, the spot you know will make her feel the very best, the spot that joel always finds without any difficulty at all.

it's hard; joel, seemingly unable to help himself, is fucking you harder and faster, filth tumbling from his lips like it always does when he's getting caught up in you.

"look at our perfect fuckin' girls, huh? you like eatin' her pussy, don't you, sweetheart? she looks so pretty with your face in her cunt."

"yeah, she does," her joel agrees and when you peek up at them from under your lashes, his face is buried in her hair again, kissing and nipping at her ear. "so fuckin' gorgeous, angel. you're doin' so, so good."

she whimpers and at last your fingers find what they're looking for. she cries out wordlessly, her back arching off of her joel's chest as you nudge at that perfect spot with expert care.

"oh, fuck," your joel groans behind you, his pace increasing so he's pounding into you, the tip of his cock colliding with your cervix, crashing you forward into her heat. with some difficulty, your lips find her clit once more.

you offer her tender kitten licks while your fingers continue their beckoning motions inside of her and the sounds she's making have your insides curling.

"oh, she likes that. good girl."

it's her joel, you realize, but he's talking to you, praising you sweetly just like yours would. his hands are on her breasts, kneading them between his fingers and flicking her nipples with all the care and precision of a man who knows exactly what his girl wants.

your joel growls in agreement, his hands clamping down tightly on your sides, his movements growing more erratic. he jostles you against her but it only pushes you more firmly into her, forces your fingers deeper.

"she's close," your joel warns.

"gonna come for her, babygirl? gonna come on her mouth?" her joel asks her.

"joel - it feels - different - "

"yeah? let go, angel, it's okay," the older joel assures her.

different? different how?

she's gasping, bucking her hips into your mouth, so needy, right on the edge. you hum in encouragement because it's the most you can muster, eager to feel her finish.

you pucker your lips around her clit again, feeling her body tighten beneath you, and then she's gone.

she quivers as she comes, moaning out a string of curses that sound like prayers in her honey sweet lilt. you're so lost in it, it catches you off guard in the very best way when a stream of liquid collides with your lips and face, her moans choking out into strangled cries.

"oh, look at that, baby," her joel hums in awe. "good fuckin' girl."

you don't have to ask to know she's never done that before. the realization that you'd made her squirt for the first time has you feeling warm and electric, almost proud. her come drips over your chin, soaking your cheeks and tongue, leaving a wet spot on the sheets below her. you'd done that.

"oh god, oh god, oh god," she chants above you, writhing away from your touch when it ends, when you've swallowed down every drop you can, pulling out your fingers slowly and lapping at her wet folds just to hear her scream out at the overstimulation.

she immediately buries her face into her joel's neck.

"i’m sorry," she chokes. "was that - "

"don't be sorry, angel," her joel whispers, softly petting her hair. "that's normal. just means she was makin' you feel extra good. we gotta find out how to make you do that again."

"yes please," you agree, offering her a smile. she returns it shyly.

he kisses every inch of her he can reach, murmuring sweet praise into her skin. you could watch them forever, you think, her limp body pressed into his while he holds her to him lovingly. they're so fucking beautiful.

you're conscious then of the younger joel's ragged grunting behind you, his hand reaching around to toy with your clit as he tugs at your hair with the other. your back arches and you whine out a chorus of his name as he beckons you closer to your own climax.

"look at them," her joel whispers to her, gripping her chin and tilting her face towards you and joel. "she looks good when she's gettin' fucked, doesn't she?"

"yes. yes, joel," she agrees breathily, still visibly reeling from her orgasm, eyes glassy and wide.

"she's gonna look real pretty when she comes on his cock," he adds and she nods, staring you down with something akin to anticipation.

"joel, i'm - " you start to tell the younger man but he just growls lowly, already knowing. he pulls you back into his chest, putting you on display for them. he pistons in and out with reckless abandon, deft fingers working over your clit while his other hand grips the base of your throat.

"give 'em a show, gorgeous," he purrs into your ear and it's the moment you finally break. your knees shake and your walls flutter around him as you come on his cock, your joel's firm arms around you holding you upright as he fucks you through it. you do as he says, moaning lewdly and throwing your head back over his shoulder, making sure they see every curve and bounce and clenching muscle.

you're still coming when he empties himself inside you, his thick fingers coiling tighter around your neck as he does.

"what'd i say, huh?" you hear her joel say. "real pretty."

it feels like eons before your joel lifting you off his cock, his spend dripping from your centre as he pulls you back into his lap to affectionately nip at your neck and shoulders.

"so fuckin' perfect, sweetheart," he whispers, just to you. "so good for me. for them."

"fuck," her joel groans, sounding impatient as he shifts on the bed, maneuvering her so she's lying on her back and he's hovering over her. he strokes his cock, hard and leaking, in quick, desperate pumps that tell you he's aching to find his own release.

"fuck her," you brazenly suggest. she glances at you with wide eyes and you offer her an encouraging smile. "she can take it."

her joel seems reluctant, always nervous to push her too far. his eyes never leave her face, waiting for the moment she turns to face him with a steely expression and a pleading gaze.

"you want it, angel?" he asks her, gliding a calloused thumb over her cheekbone. "you want my cock?"

she nods.

"yes or no, honey," you remind her and your joel chuckles behind you.

"yes," she breathes. "please, joel."

he doesn't wait for further confirmation, just grips her sides and lines himself up with her core, sinking inside her inch by careful inch. still so slow.

"attagirl," your joel praises her when the other joel bottoms out inside her, his thick arms bracing on either side of her head. you imagine she must be spent, sensitive where you've just made her come, but she takes it so, so well, her lips parting when he begins to move, gentle strokes that make her gasp each time his hips connect with hers.

"beautiful," you add because it's true.

"hear that?" the older joel murmurs to her, his face just inches from her. "don't i always tell you how beautiful you look when you're all fucked out, babygirl?"

she whimpers softly, tears pricking at her eyes. but not the bad kind. you've come to recognize those tears. the sweet ones, the blissful ones, the ones she often sprouts when she's experiencing all the pleasure she'd once been denied.

"m'not gonna last," her joel admits with a shake of his head, his thrusts growing shallower, faster.

"come on her tits," you request.

"you wanna taste him, don't you, sweetheart?" your joel grins behind you, biting at your earlobe. you just giggle. of course he's right.

the older man's movements grow more desperate, the muscles of his arms flexing. he's concentrating on her face as his climax nears, like it's the last thing he needs to take him over the edge. it probably is.

"tell me, baby," he pleads with her.

"come, joel, please," she obliges, voice weak and cracked. "come on my tits."

his lips twitch into a devilish grin before he's hastily pulling out, pumping himself over her furiously till hot ropes of seed paint her stomach and chest. he curses under his breath, hissed pants passing through his teeth and then it ends, the taut muscles of his belly softening as he dives forward to kiss her waiting mouth.

when he pulls away from her, your eyes remain fixed on the white splatters of come that line her smooth, inviting skin. both joels note the way you're staring.

"go on," yours encourages you with a firm smack to your side. "know you want to."

you shift to crouch over her, smiling as you lick your way from her belly button to her sternum and collect as much of his spend as you can on your tongue. you peer up at her from under your lashes to find her watching, always watching. her eyes flash to your mouth full of his come and you already know what she wants.

your lips are on hers in an instant, come-coated tongue clashing with hers and spilling into her waiting mouth. she moans when his flavour hits her taste-buds, when your spit and his seed become a shared cocktail between you.

"dirty girls," your joel comments affectionately. "how's he taste, sweetheart?"

you just hum in answer to this question as you kiss her deeper, your hands on either side of her face, just as you'd begun.

"coffee?" you hear her joel ask yours while you remain lost in her kiss.

"coffee," he agrees.

how to be jk's makeup artist-

what a dream job~

I can't do this anymore

jungkook in 🤍 🫠

JESUS TAKE THE MOTHER FUCKING WHEEL-

I'll be at my funeral if anyone needs me

I AM NOT OKAY

I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗

This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol

yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️

honey bunny

pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

category: smut, fluff

word count: 2.3k

rating: 21+

warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting

notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-

You don’t know if this is a good idea.

Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.

And today is the day.

Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.

Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.

However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.

As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?

He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.

The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–

"Jesus Christ."

You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.

He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”

Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”

"Thank you," you whisper.

His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.

“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.

“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.

A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"

You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."

Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.

It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”

A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.

“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.

“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”

You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.

That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.

“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.

“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”

“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”

“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”

Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."

While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.

You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.

“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.

You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”

“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”

You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”

You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.

He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.

“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.

“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.

“I know, baby.”

Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.

“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”

You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”

“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.

“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”

Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.

He melted your brain. He always does.

The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.

“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”

You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”

Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.

“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”

“U-Uh huh!”

He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–

You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.

You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.

What the hell?

“You’re awake.”

At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.

“What happened?” you quietly ask him.

His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”

Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"

“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”

You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”

“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"

You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”

A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”

You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”

“Really?” You peek at him.

“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”

“N-Next time?”

“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”

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