Begging For Some DILF Seokjin Action Bestie Yami

begging for some DILF seokjin action bestie yami

The door clicks shut behind you. “The kids are asleep,” you whisper, and Seokjin nearly falls face first into the hardwood floor on his race to remove his pants. You muffle a giggle behind your palm, slowly sinking into the mattress beside your husband whose drowsiness completely wore off the minute he heard the words ‘kids’ and ‘asleep’ in the same sentence.

He wastes no time guiding your hand over the subtle stirrings beneath his briefs, your wedding bands knocking against each other on the way. “Sorry,” he sighs, has already begun to kiss a trail of wet kisses down the side of your throat. “Just really need this.”

He’s been stressed this past week, beyond tired as he wrapped up some projects at work. Between that, the kids, and his nosy parents, it had been difficult for him to find any time to unwind. At times like this, you’re all too ready to take care of him. You squeeze his bulge, reveling in the trembling exhale that escapes Seokjin’s lips. He’s hard by now, his long member curving up towards the waistband of his underwear. You bypass the elastic easily enough, trail your fingertips over the soft skin of his tummy, through the coarse hair at his base, and finally, his cock.

He’s warm to the touch, flinches cutely when you grip him too tight. “Your ring,” he mumbles, sucking a harsh kiss against your jawline. It’ll bruise tomorrow, make your skin tender to the touch. For tonight you’ll let him carry on like this, kissing and touching you like he’s starving for the taste of you. “Take it off.”

You snort, turning just the slightest to land a peck against his forehead. “Never,” you retort, tightening your hold around his member until he’s hissing, reaching for your wrist as if to pull you away. He doesn’t, which only emboldens you to carry on, carefully dragging your hand up his length until your thumb is swiping over the tip of his cock, coating your thumb in the glossy substance that oozes from his slit.

“Oh, fuck,” Seokjin shivers, lips against your throat. Flicking your wrist, you let your inner palm graze his engorged tip until it’s slippery with his pre-cum, running it back down his length with newfound ease. “Shit,” he curses, hips raising off the mattress just a bit as he slowly falls victim to the steady pumping of your hand against his cock.

He always comes the hardest when he’s pent up, like he’s physically and mentally incapable of holding it more than is necessary. Your hand runs up and down his length, squeezes at the base and rolls over the tip. Seokjin’s breathing becomes labored against your skin, the wet patches from his kisses fanned by his rushed breathing. Your name tumbles from those flushed lips, punctures every downward tug the closer he gets.

Eventually he comes, hips unconsciously jumping forward one last time as his cum dribbles down his length, over your knuckles. “Wow,” he exhales, flopping backwards onto your shared bed. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, trying to compensate for the way he’d whimpered and gasped just moments before. He flicks his gaze back over to you. “You need to sit on my face, like, now. Before the baby monitor goes off.”

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Namjoon’s hands are as rough as he is, manhandling you around until your ass is in the air, face against the pillows. “I’ll breed you, darling,” he purrs, calloused hands trailing down your spine, over the globes of your ass.

He had come home late tonight, had travelled a lengthy distance to retrieve one of your missing cows. Still, dirty and tired was apparently the perfect combination for him to get his rocks off, latching onto you like a dog in heat the moment he returned.

He’s a gentlemen, though, always has been. Namjoon’s horniness has never managed to blind him from addressing you and your own pleasure first, fingers deftly working inside of your throbbing core for a few minutes. Even the soft soap you had purchased does little to address the roughness of his fingertips, worn from years of working the soil, riding the horses. It provides you with a whole new world of subtle texture that drives you insane.

With that settled, he assumes his position behind you. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he purrs, spreading your cheeks apart carefully, the head of his cock nudging against your folds.

“Please,” you whimper, clutching at the bedsheets as he begins his slow sink into your folds, each inch of his engorged cock sending a new wave of pleasure tingling your your spine. “Joon,” you cry, biting down on your lip until it hurts.

He doesn’t pause at the hilt, doesn’t let your body familiarize itself with the stretch before he begins bucking forward into you, drowning out your pitiful whimpers with his own grunts and the slapping of his skin against yours. “Fuck,” he groans, has that same gravelly quality in his voice he gets after he’s spent a long afternoon yelling at the horses to settle down. “Gonna look beautiful for me, doll,” he croons, ramming himself deeper and deeper into your hole. “Carrying my babies— most beautiful woman in town.”

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Jungkook’s got a sparkly clip in his hair when you come home, eyelids smeared in the sticky, glue-like eyeshadow that seems popular among little girl makeup. “Yo,” he says, your little daughter tucked carefully against his side. She’s dead asleep, has got the same face as him and everything.

“Hi,” you greet, leaning over to press a kiss against both their temples. Jungkook accepts it gratefully, tries to steal your daughter’s kiss too before you swat him away. While you undress in the bedroom, she gets safely tucked into the expensive princess canopy bed Jungkook had bought her, her tiara nightlight casting a pink glow across her room.

By the time Jungkook shows his face again, you’re in your jammies, carefully combing through today’s emails one last time. “My Queen,” he sighs, snuggling in beside you. You do him a favor and remove the sparkly clip before it yanks his hair out, carefully combing his curls to one side. His skin is oily from all the hard work he’s done today; between cooking, cleaning, and looking after your little princess, Jungkook barely has time to relax. And still he worries about you first. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” you say, engulfing him in your arms. He’s soft, melts into your touch. “And yours, sweetheart?”

His cock is half hard against your thigh, and you’re interested in seeing how long he can go before addressing it. His personal best is three minutes. “Tiring,” he groans, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. Jungkook places a kiss there, like he’s testing the waters, and his little attempt makes you smile.

In the end, he doesn’t make it past two minutes before he begins trailing wet kisses down your chest, undoing the buttons on your top as he goes. His mouth latches around the peak of your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple until you’re a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him. “Did I do good?” he husks, voice hushed against your skin.

You appease him with a gentle pat against the top of his head that makes his cock swell against your thigh. “You did good, baby,” you purr, “know i can always count on you.”

The praise goes to his head, has him stripping you of your bottoms with an insane speed. “Wanna be good for you,” he moans from between your thighs, his tongue lapping away at your swollen clit like it’s bringing him more pleasure than it is you. It sends a heavenly vibration throughout your body, hips twitching against his mouth. “Wanna be your good boy.”

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In another universe pups is the ABO fic I never wrote HJDHJDSHJDSHJHJFHJFSD OK so anyway I won’t lie I had to google what cum inflation was and when I saw what I saw.... yes. Ok. It got my brain gears going *rusty noise of gears turning* U know what I mean??? So i was thinking..... ***NSFW WARNING

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You see hentai on Namjoon’s laptop one day. You’ve mastered the art of nonchalance, though. So when he comes back from the bathroom and gives you a smile—as if you haven’t gotten a peek into Things That Turn Namjoon On That Don’t Include You—you breathe an internal sigh of relief. Safe.

Except you’ve stopped taking notes and now all you can think about is Namjoon watching porn so brazenly on his laptop. Where he does schoolwork of all places! He could at least just use his phone. Also you’re just a teensy bit wet because cartoon boobs and dick is still conducive to horny hours, even if you are doing something as unsexy as critical writing.

Your study date ends with a simple kiss on the lips because Hoseok’s home this time and you’d rather not taint the living room space while he’s occupying the apartment too. Namjoon slips in a little bit of tongue though, because he’s cheeky like that.

You text Namjoon right when you get home. You lie and say you’re going to sleep early, with the excuse that you have to wake up early for a meeting with your advisor. And when he sends you his good night text, you get to it. Getting ready for bed, turning your night light to the colour red once you’ve settled in.

You have sleuthing to do.

Because the hentai wasn’t just... well there’s no regular hentai, is there? It’s just. There. Being hentai. And what’s Namjoon without an inclination for messy pussies because of—because of—

You close your eyes tight because you can’t believe what you’re about to type into the search bar on your phone.

But first!

Incognito. Whew. The shame of clearing your history would be too much to bear. So when you press enter on cum inflation it isn’t so bad. Especially when all the X-rated websites pop up and your screen just becomes Anime Boobies Galore when you click the first link.

You can’t believe Namjoon had the gall to just leave that website up there on his screen. You’re scrolling down the page and already you’re feeling hot. And it isn’t even because of the fact that you’re skimming through videos of perfect girls getting so cummed up their stomachs literally become distended. Nor is it the thought of Namjoon watching it and enjoying it, either. Rather...

Was he thinking of you when he was watching these videos? Bending your knees up over your shoulders and promising you that he’s saved up all his cum for you? Getting you to drool down your chin, cross-eyed?

(Your hand is down your panties at the third video you come across. You come pretty hard when you see the girl’s pussy literally spew semen from how hard the guy comes inside her. And when you reach post-orgasm clarity you immediately exit the browser, chuck your phone onto the floor, and hope to god sleep overtakes you within twenty seconds.)

The next time you meet up for another study date with Namjoon is the weekend. That’s a good three nights of jacking it off to the same video of a huge dongle fucking a good five buckets of semen inside his girlfriend. And when you settle all your notebooks and laptop down, you immediately go for the kill.

“Do you like anime boobs?”

Namjoon chokes on the water he’s drinking from his bottle. “I—ahem. What, uh... what brought this on?”

“I’ve been watching a lot of hentai so I thought I’d ask,” you clarify.

“Uh-huh,” he says incredulously.

“And you know, it’s just—I liked it. A lot. You know. Just for your information.”

Namjoon blinks. “Are you trying to get at something here?”

“Because I don’t really mind, you know. Porn is porn. And you can like whatever you want. Like as long as it’s nice and consensual,” you ignore him.

“Babe.”

“Like I would never make fun of you because I’m—well I’ve watched Grinch porn before but that was against my own will—“

“Baby,” Namjoon laughs, squishing your cheeks to stop your rambling. “What’s going on?”

“I like h’ntai,” you try to articulate with his hands still keeping your lips pressed in like this.

“I get that. But why?”

Oh god. You don’t even know what you want from this conversation. Maybe the guilt of catching him has caught up to you. Or maybe you also just want to have a distended stomach from having Namjoon bust a fat load inside you.

You take his hands from your face, clutch at them for support. “I saw... Um. What you were watching. The other day.”

“Ah.” You watch Namjoon’s ears turn red. He squeezes your hands right back. “You—damn. I’m sorry.”

“No—!” You clear your throat when it warbles. “N-No... it’s... well I...”

You feel his thumb rub comfort into your skin. He looks like he’s getting ready for a scolding. So when you say, “I actually really liked it and I’ve been watching it every night,” in one breath, Namjoon blinks.

And blinks.

After a solid sixteen seconds of silence, he says: “That’s really hot.”

You both stare at each other. The notebook you laid out for notes sits quietly, waiting.

“You wanna go to your bed—?”

Namjoon nearly dislodges your shoulder when he pulls you up to stand. “Yes we’re going right now.”

Something you’re really thankful for when it comes to Namjoon is how compatible you two are. You can’t count how many times you’ve both just looked at each other, no words to say, but somehow still completely on the same page. It’s like you both have the instinct of the other person ingrained in the part of your brain that deals with intuition.

You’re pretty keen on foreplay most days, but even Namjoon sees you’d rather rip your hair out than not immediately go for the feeling of his dick ramming inside you right at this very second. He laughs when you strip in record time, laying supine on the bed while he undresses.

“What’s gotten into you?” As if he’s not hard himself. He crawls over you with kisses warm on your belly, your breasts. “I have to admit. I really just wanted to fuck today.”

“Oh thank god,” you sigh. You knew something was up the second you realized Hoseok wasn’t home. He probably sexiled himself. You remind yourself to buy him dinner one day for his noble deed. “Just—I’m wet. I think. I just want you inside me, please.”

Namjoon groans. “You’re dangerous.”

“I watched hentai for three nights straight, I’m horny,” you whine in correction.

“You wanna know something? Please don’t laugh.”

“What?” Oh you’re wet alright. Namjoon lines his cock at your hole, slides tight inside. “O-Oh—what?”

“I kind of. I haven’t jacked off since the last time we met,” he says, voice tight. “Thank god you watched that shit because I probably sound crazed right now.”

“Huh?”

He grinds up till his hips meet your ass, and you shiver when the tip of his cock hits just right. “I—I wanted to save my cum for you,” he admits, sweating at his neck, and something clicks inside you, because you were right.

“I thought—about that too—ngh!”

Namjoon fucks you steady now. No more shy thrusts like he always starts off with to gauge your mood. He knows you want it. “Shit. About what, baby?”

“You. A-And... making me full... of you.”

“Oh my god.” He grabs your thighs, opening you wide. Takes a thumb to your clit like he’s on a mission. “Will you come with me? Can you do that?”

Holy fuck you’d do anything for him. So you nod, moaning with every hard thrust he gives you. Your legs threaten to close when he rubs you raw, but he commands with a low voice:

“Open, pups.”

Embarrassingly, that does it. He’s never one to order you around. And knowing he’s purposefully saved you his cum like it’s Christmas come early, you know better than to hinder the process.

Your legs shake when you open wider, feeling the warmth of his cock tenfold. “I’m close,” you cry when he slams into you.

“Feel it here?” He slides a sweaty palm to your abdomen. “Gonna give it to you right there. Make you so full. So pretty. All—mine—!”

You don’t even know if that was your signal. But the thought of him swelling you up like that girl on your screen, her womb so full with cum and promise—

“Joonie!” You shriek, toppling right into red-hot pleasure, clutching at the sheets because it’s too much. You come in waves, and Namjoon rides it with you, bucks into you with one last groan. You feel it, feel his excess warmth coat your insides just like he’d told you, and you pretend you feel your stomach balloon for more space. He rubs a grateful hand on your stomach.

“My little cum dump,” he coos tiredly, and you slap his arm with a laugh.

“Don’t pull out yet.” You slide your arms around his shoulders, bringing his tired form onto you. “Keep me plugged in.”

He laves at your neck. “Oh so now I’m out of line when I say weird shit.”

“I never said it was weird,” you whisper. “I’ll happily house all your semen.”

“Oh my—pfft. Ok. You know what? Show me that video you were watching, I need to know what’s got you like this,” he snorts, and you promise to do it later. You’ll just keep him like this for a little while.

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The minute he had walked into the party, shirt one button too loose, you knew you had to intervene.

Big parties always made Taehyung’s ego swell. Your boyfriend was all too aware of his hotness, knew he was the sole recipient of everyone’s lustful gazes everywhere he went. And while his confidence was wonderful, there were times where he needed to be gently knocked down a peg.

“Ffffuck,” he groans, the usual low tenor of his voice nowhere to be seen as your lips slowly descended down the length of his cock. It makes him double over, hands antsy to push you down. But he knows better than to do that, settles on placing those trembling fingers against the edge of the sink behind him. His shirt— still open —flutters from the movement, gives you a peek of his brown nipples.

He’s so needy, your name tumbling off his lips like he’s a broken record that just won’t stop skipping. “Baby, can you just— oh, fuck,” he groans, hips bucking against you.

You’ve got your cheeks hollowed out, trying your best to replicate the tightness of your pussy with your mouth. It’s something Tae appreciates, singing his praises for you with each bob of your head. “Just like— just like that,” he shivers, looking down at you with watery eyes just begging for a release.

Upon drawing away, you let the tip of your tongue flick across the slit of his swollen head, your efforts rewarded with a sob from Taehyung and a pearly bead of pre-cum. You catch it with your tongue, nearly laugh at the whimper that escapes your boyfriend, before diving back in. “Fuck— baby, I- I love you,” he blubbers, eyes blown wide as he watches you take him all the way down, the tip of your nose hidden by the unruly curls at the base of his cock. “I love you— I love you,” Taehyung cries, before spurting down your throat.

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why da hell this get so long

Taehyung comes up with the code.

Your brother is home for the summer, spends all his time lounging around the living room and bothering you every chance he gets. Up until recently, he spent the last few months off on the other side of the country attending grad school for some fancy degree you don’t understand. And while you may have missed his presence in your everyday life, his appearance back home cuts greatly into the amount of time you get to spend with Taehyung. You know, your brother’s best friend.

(It’s messy.)

“Just tell him you’re going for a run,” Taehyung had suggested, his face tiny on your phone screen. He’s standing some feet away from his own phone, patting in his moisturizer fresh out of the shower. He looks good, ridiculously sexy with his towel clinging to his waist. You‘re practically drooling at the sight.

Normally, you’d take the opportunity to rope him into some well-deserved phone sex— FaceTime sex, where he groans and grunts all while showing you his pretty cock squeezed between his fist—because you’re off work today, your parents are out on a date, and Taehyung’s rich dad and only roommate spends most of his time traveling overseas. But with your brother home, you have this totally rational fear that he’ll hear you. Even worse, walk in on you. Which is super embarrassing in itself, but even more terrifying when you consider the fact he’d also be hearing his best friend of two decades, Kim Taehyung, orgasming over the line.

Yeah, it’s a huge risk.

“I don’t go on runs,” you huff, freely letting your eyes wander over the length of Taehyung’s body. Even this FaceTime call is risky; while you and your brother’s best friend aren’t strangers, you weren’t exactly this close when he left. Your headphones are securely pushed into your ears, your entire body on high alert for even the most subtle creaking of the floorboards. “But I really wanna see you.”

By now, Taehyung’s finished with his post-shower routine, leaning against the bathroom counter to level you with a gentle smile. “Then come see me, doll,” he smiles, and you’re very weak. Powering through the nerves, you slip on the sportiest, I’m-going-for-a-run outfit you can find, sending Taehyung a kiss over the phone before hanging up.

As predicted, your brother is occupying the living room couch, watching some boring TV show when you get there. At the sight of you, his face scrunches up in confusion. “Where are you going?” he asks.

You shrug, casually stuffing your keys into the pocket of your shorts. “For a run,” you respond, just as Taehyung had told you to.

Your brother scoffs. “Since when do you run?”

Which is exactly why you thought it wouldn’t work! Your heart hammers in your chest, and as much as you want to give up and crawl back to your room, you push on. Taehyung’s wet hair and soft smile are calling your name. You steel your nerves, offering him a halfhearted shrug as you approach the front door. “Well, y’know.”

And then, just as you said, you go for a run. You practically bolt over the front yard, taking off like an Olympic champion in the direction of Taehyung’s house before your brother can prod any further. He only lives a few blocks away, part of the reason he’s been your brother’s best friend for so long, but the distance feels like nothing as you sprint on with the vigor of a horny woman craving her lover.

Taehyung opens the door with a laugh. “Wow,” he says, welcoming you into his arms despite the sweat glistening on your skin. “You actually went for a run.”

Gasping for air, you barely manage to snap, “shut up.”

He doesn’t mind, just ushers you inside and helps you out of your shoes. Taehyung is wearing clothes now, which really puts a damper on the dripping wet, post-shower image of him that had fueled you on your way here. But you comfort yourself with the fact he’ll probably be naked again soon.

Real soon.

Five minutes later finds the two of you languidly kissing on his bed, clothing haphazardly kicked away. Taehyung’s skin is still warm, super soft from his shower. You can’t get enough of him, running your hands over every inch of his body. He chuckles, muffling the sound against your neck. “I’m right here,” he mumbles, pressing kisses against your skin.

And he is, which is way better than over the phone. Nude and horny, he sits up and helps guide you between his legs, has you kneel in front of him. Taehyung’s cock is just as lewd in real life, his tip engorged and red, dripping with pre-cum that coats your fingers when you reach for him. He likes to give and receive in equal parts, pops his fingers into his mouth and then into your throbbing entrance. “Oh,” you sigh, back jolting as he works his digits in.

“Oh,” he repeats, a playful jab that you can’t even scold him for. As your hand trails down the length of his cock, his fingers push deeper inside, picking up a fast-paced rhythm that sends pulses of ecstasy throughout your body. He draws you along until you’re just at the edge, rubbing his thumb along your clit as you weakly buck into the touch. “Condom,” he husks, and you scramble to get it from his nightstand drawer, tremble so much that he eventually takes it away. “Cute,” Taehyung chuckles, helping position you over him as he slips into the rubber. “Go on, doll.”

The sweat you amassed on the run over to Taehyung’s house is nothing compared to the sweat that drips down your skin when you begin riding him. It runs between your breasts and down your spine in long trails, not that you particularly care as you bounce away on his lap. Taehyung looks delectable beneath you, head propped against one arm as he watches you work for it. His hair is fluffy from his shower— which you realize was pointless now —and covers his forehead. “That’s it,” he pants, his other hand on your waist, guiding your hips over him.

“Tae,” you gasp, hands propped behind you, palms against the top of his thighs as you roll ur hips over him. Your thighs ache from the run and from the bouncing, a searing pain running along the length of your muscles. “I— help, please,” you whine, shuddering after a particularly heavenly grind of his cock against your walls.

“Sure thing,” he hums, reaching for you with both hands only to tug you closer onto his lap. Your walls clench around him, suck him in further and tighter as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Ha— cute,” Taehyung says, never mind the fact you’re sweating like a pig at a summer fair.

Your pussy squelches with each of Taehyung’s upward thrusts, but it’s not the only part of you that is slippery and wet. The spot behind your knees is absolutely sweaty, as is the nape of your neck. “S- Sorry,” you manage to stammer, repositioning yourself so your hands are against Taehyung’s abdomen now, crying out at the way his tip grinds against your sweet spot. “I’m s- so sweaty.”

At that, Taehyung laughs. “Just a little,” he says, but you know he’s embellishing the truth. He’s always been like this, even when you were kids. Even when you were just his best friend’s crybaby little sister, he was always quick to make you feel better. Beneath you, Taehyung groans, smile momentarily slipping as he loses himself in the feeling. It motivates you to do more, purposefully tightening around him just so he can feel the drag of your folds against his cock.

You come soon enough, spasm and cry out his name in an airy voice that makes Taehyung grin. He follows quietly, just locks up and then busts into the condom. He’s always extra caring and doting after sex, drowns you in a sea of kisses and cuddles as you calm your racing heart. “I need a shower,” he sighs, and throws you a goofy smile, “again.”

You sit up. “Lemme join yo—“

“Nope,” Taehyung announces, slipping out from beneath his sheets. Buck naked and handsome, you nearly miss his next words. “You just went on a run, remember?”