Perhaps College Student! Jimin Teaching College Student! Y/n How To Kiss Or Other Stuffor Making Out

perhaps… college student! jimin teaching college student! y/n how to kiss or Other stuff…or making out… IDK HOW TO MAKE THIS INTERESTIN imsorru

Is it wrong to kiss your best friend the night before your first date? Some would argue yes. Jimin thinks otherwise.

“What do I do if he tries to kiss me?” you ask, idly picking at a stray thread on the huge beanbag chair in his room. Jimin is sitting on the floor, trying to alphabetically organize the articles he printed out for his huge research paper. “I’ve never kissed before!”

He’s not the least bit interested in your conversation. He’s watched you cry and monologue about this crush of yours for weeks now, ever since the guy sat next to you in your Beginner’s Art class you took on a whim. Frankly, Jimin could care less about the boys you choose to involve yourself with, a stance he makes exceedingly obvious with his blunt response. “Kiss him back.”

You groan, slinking even further into the plush depths of the beanbag chair. “You’re not listening to me,” you huff, leveling him with the biggest, poutiest frown you can manage. “I don’t know how to kiss.”

Jimin finally looks away from his papers to counter your big frown with an unimpressed glare. “Then don’t go on your date,” he deadpans, nudging you over on the beanbag before eventually settling in beside you.

“Jimin,” you whine, near the verge of a mental breakdown. “But I like him! And I want to see him, and hold his hand, and kiss—“

He interrupts your spiraling thoughts in the most unconventional of ways, his warm palm coming up to cup your cheek, face turned his way to press his lips against yours. Your eyes go wide, and like a fish out of water, you find yourself awkwardly puckering your lips despite the shock. Jimin’s eyelashes are so long and dark, make your brain fizz over when he’s this close.

He pulls away, but not for long. “Relax,” he mumbles, his hand trailing down your cheek, his forefinger and thumb gently encouraging you to tilt your head. You do, eyes fluttering shut, heart hammering in your chest, lips trembling as they finally slip out of the uncomfortable pucker. You’re not sure if you hallucinate it, but you swear Jimin smiles against you, exhales softly when you finally begin to mimic the motions of his mouth. “That’s it,” he praises, seemingly ignoring the rapidly rising heat on your cheeks or the fact your heart is lodged in your throat.

It’s your first kiss, the night before your first date. It’s not your crush you’re kissing, but your best friend, who tangles his hand with your own. “Jimi—“ you gasp in between kisses, the soft smack of his lips against yours doing things to your brain. He seizes the opportunity and slips his tongue inside, earns a muffled whimper from you as you race to process this new sensation. It’s wet, warm, presses against yours until you’re quivering like a leaf. You’ve migrated closer to him, shoulders knocking when he pushes forward, nearly pinning you against the stupid beanbag chair.

“Don’t go,” he breathes, breath hot against yours. “Don’t go tomorrow.”

size/strength kink with namkook plsss

Jungkook points it out first. “Namjoon, look,” he calls out, patiently waiting for his friend to look over as he creeps up beside you. You’re on your toes, making a desperate reach for the bowl on the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinets, and hardly see the need to pay Jungkook any mind. It isn’t until you feel something broad and hard brush up along your backside, a long-sleeved arm raising up beside yours, that you pause. “Short,” he says. His breath fans along your shoulder, makes every hair of yours stand on end as Jungkook eventually retrieves the bowl with a giggle.

Namjoon chuckles. “Leave __ alone, Kook,” he says, though the laughter that taints his words says otherwise. He joins the two of you in the kitchen then, stands close beside you as if gauging you up himself. There’s a twinkle in his eyes, one that, while maybe not as obvious as Jungkook’s, is just as amused.

You frown. “I am not!” you squawk indignantly, arms assuming a defensive position crossed over your chest. The two share a look, and then promptly dissolve into a fit of laughter. Your cheeks burn.

“You’re short,” Namjoon says eventually, as if that’s any consolation. “So what?”

As if to prove his point, he takes one step closer, until the tip of his slipper bumps against yours, his chest very much in your face. Behind you, Jungkook follows his lead, crowding you into a makeshift people sandwich of sorts. “See?” Jungkook chuckles, his fingertips ghosting along the backs of your arms, over your elbows until they’re wrapping around your forearms, ever so casually guiding your hands upward so that they’re finding their home against Namjoon’s chest. “You’re tiny.”

Namjoon nods. “Tiny,” he repeats, placing his hands against your hips, giving you a tight squeeze that makes your heartbeat falter. Behind you, Jungkook presses in closer, his proximity making your breath hitch for the briefest of moments.

“I- I’m not,” you defend weakly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by these two broad men and the tight fit between them. “You guys are just big.”

One of them laughs, you’re not really sure who. It’s a rather curt sound, more like a snicker. You don’t get to think on it long; Namjoon leans down, knocks his nose against yours. “I am,” he confirms in deeper tone, and the confidence in his smile breaks something within you.

Not one to be left out, Jungkook childishly chimes in, “me too, me too,” leaning over your shoulder until his lips brush along the curve of your ear. And then, in a breathier tone, “really big.”

His boldness astounds you, makes you jerk forward in surprise, knocking against the hard planes of Namjoon’s body instead. Youre not safer here either, not with the man’s pelvis pressing against you, hinting at something that was certainly big beneath the front of his pants. A similar bulge nudges against the curve of your ass. Namjoon smiles, “do you wanna see how big, __?”

hi yami!! for the requests, perhaps jimin + enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers…? 💜 whichever works for u!!

Jimin looks stunning in the new practice uniforms. Short sleeves this season, skin tight too. You can practically see every muscle in his upper body rippling as he walks a group of underclassmen through the motions of a lift. He’s absolutely gorgeous, oozes confidence with every step he takes.

And then he stops in front of you and all that lust in your core fizzles into annoyance. “Hey,” he mumbles, standing close behind you. He’s preparing to lift you, hands securely on your hips, lips practically against the shell of your ear. “No granny panties today?”

You elbow him, hard enough it makes him groan and the two of you miss your count. Your coach yells at you from across the gym, but you’re too busy glaring at Jimin. “I was on my period, you asshole,” you snap, reassuming your stance as you await the next count.

Jimin recovers soon enough, hoisting you into the air and back down before responding. “They were cute,” he mumbles, slightly breathless. “The flowers were kinda sexy.”

You try to stomp on his foot but Jimin is fast. “Stop looking up my skirt, perv.”

The routine ends and so does practice, but not before Jimin can get on your nerves some more. He follows you off the mat, practically hovering behind you. “Can’t do that,” he hums, leaning against the wall when you finally pause by the water fountains. “I’m your base, sweetheart, looking up at you is my job.” You throw a towel his way. “My favorite was the little black thong,” he comments, following you out of the gym despite the indignant squawk that escapes you and the way you desperately try to shove him away. Jimin follows with a feathery laugh. “Whaaat,” he sings, smoothly taking your bag off your shoulder, making a grab for your hand afterwards. He swings your joined hands back and forth. “You’ve got great taste in panties.” And at that point, you don’t even bother anymore

It’s freezing, your thin sweatpants doing nothing to protect you from the chill that settles in your bones at the bus stop. Jimin huddles closely behind you, practically lines himself up with you. In a low voice, he murmurs, “can I come over today?”

Your cheeks feel warm. Maybe from the cold, maybe from the hand that creeps around your waist. “I have an assignment due at midnight.”

Jimin chuckles and you can almost feel the vibration. “So then after midnight,” he decides, cuddling closer. The bus pulls around the corner. “Show me more of your panties after midnight.”

can we get tying up husband namjoon miss yamz

Any uncertainties your husband may have had before are washed down the drain the moment you tighten the last knot against his hard body. “Oh,” Namjoon says, pleasantly surprised by the snugness of the criss-crossing sections.

“I read up on it,” you grin, patting the inside of his thigh as if to say ‘all set!’ His skin bulges against the ropes, makes certain parts— his ass and chest —look plumper than usual. You’re practically drooling like a dog.

Namjoon, who has long since categorized each and every one of your facial expressions, snaps you out of it. “Honey,” he calls out softly, nudging you with his knee. His hands are neatly tied up in front of him, just above his cock. Close enough for him to wrap his own hands around it, giving himself a few shallow pumps as he waits for you to touch back down on the ground.

“Sorry!” you stammer, maybe a tad too starry-eyed over your tied up husband. After the tedious and rather lengthy process that was tying him up, you didn’t have a second more to waste. “Going now.”

As suspected, the ropes make Namjoon all the more bratty, huffing and whining every chance he gets as you do everything but touch his weeping cock. You begin at his throat, lavishing it in kisses that were sure to bruise tomorrow, high on the fact he can do nothing to stop you. And then his chest is showered in even more kisses, nipples pinched and tugged until the skin around them is visibly pink and tender. “No more,” Namjoon whimpers, but he’s just so pretty laid out like this that you can’t help but envelop one perfectly pert nipple in your mouth, rolling it between your teeth as you rock back against his achingly hard member, letting it drag along the curve of your ass only.

By the time you’ve sucked his chest into two twin peaks, Namjoon is practically sobbing, bucking upwards into nothing. “Onto your tummy,” you coo, grasping one of the bulging knots at his front to pull him towards you, swallowing the whimper that escapes his lips. You roll him over, and the mere act of manhandling such a big man as Namjoon makes you a little power crazy. You push him down face forward, his ass in the air as you creep up behind him.

“So beautiful,” you praise lovingly, trailing your hands along the tense muscles of his thigh. Your hand snakes it’s way around, finds the base of his cock and makes Namjoon yelp from the tightness of your grip. “Stay still for me now.”

He’s practically leaking, coating your hand in his arousal all too easily. Your hand begins it dutiful mission up and down his cock, the other rubbing soothing circles along one perfect globe of his ass. “Good boy,” you purr, and then abruptly bring your hand down against his plump flesh, marveling at the blood that rushes to the surface. Namjoon moans, bucking into your hand instead. You meet him with a deathly tight grip that makes every muscle in his body tense up immediately.

He’s easy to manage like this, hands bound before him, and you fondly lock away every new memory made. From the pitiful cries that left his mouth to the tender skin after the ropes had been removed— it was beautiful, deserved to be cherished. A nice change of pace.

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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.