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mikey doesn’t care about you anymore. he doesn’t. doesn’t care that you rub on his friends right in front of his face. doesn’t care about how their eyes follow your hips as you walk. doesn’t give a single fuck about you sitting in one of their laps and letting them suck on your neck-

that’s what he told himself. but now he’s yanking you by your shirt out of the building and out to his bike where he has you bending over the seat so that he can fuck some sense into you.

“if you wanted some attention you should’ve just fucking asked.” he bites, lining his cock up with your slit, scoffing at how wet you already are. “now scream my name and let them know who it still belongs to.”

Show Me | pjm (m)

Summary - Jimin shows you how good he can make you feel.

Word Count - 2146

Pairing -  Jimin x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - penetrative sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, dirty talk, dom jimin

a/n -  another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

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just dance it off (18+)

➵ Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

➵ Summary: When you hear that you are cast as the female lead in the upcoming end of the semester show, you are completely thrilled. That is, until you hear who your partner is…

➵ Genres: smut | angst | fluff

➵ AU: dancers | enemies to lovers

➵ Word Count: 9.4k

➵ Rating: explicit | mature | 18+

➵ Warnings: explicit and unprotected sex | jealousy | masturbation | mentions & use of alcohol | underage drinking | use of fake ID | mild exhibitionism | creampie | hair pulling | angry sex | nipple play | degradation | dirty talk | overstimulation | heavy teasing & banter | edging | orgasm denial

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Kinktober 2023 2/2

Thigh Riding with Risotto Nero

Im sorry this so late but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Cw: thigh riding, exhibitionism if you squint

If Ive missed any content warnings please let me know!

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You poke your head into the office. The door creaking open as you gaze into the room. Risotto sits at his desk, his back to you as he looks over his plans. The light from the sun casts harsh shadows in the room.

You tip toe in, closing the door and leaning over Risotto's shoulder. You look over the papers strewn across the table. Everything marked neatly in red ink. Little notes about where your team will go the paths they'll take and what they'll do litter the blue prints.

"Hows the planning going?" You ask, kissing just below Risotto's ear.

Risotto only grunting in acknowledgment, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. He makes a mark on the map of the area your target will most likely be at and be alone.

You chuckle a little at his answer, pulling Risotto's rolly chair and spinning him around. He raises a single brow at you but allows you to do as you please. You throw your leg over his and perch on his lap.

"Youre tired" you say, wrapping your arms around his broadened shoulders. Your hands rest on his neck, massaging the tense muscles.

"I think I can manage a little break" Risotto murmurs. One of his large hands rests on yoir thigh, thumb and pinky squeezing into your plush flesh. The other snakes up your back to press between your shoulder blades. You sigh as your chest presses to his.

Risotto is huge and solid. You look down at him, sitting atop his lap gives you the opportunity to see his face in great detail. The curve of his handsome hooked nose and the lilt of his brows. The crowfeet on the edges of his peircing scarlet eyes.

You lean forward, fingers tangling in his silver teresses and touch the tip of your nose to his. Sliding it against him as you kiss him softly.

Risotto is not looking for softness it seems, his strong hand traveling to cup the back of your head. Pulling you ever closer and slipping his tounge into your mouth to claim you.

You gasp and sigh, allowing him control. You wiggle your hips, heat blossoming in your core as you feel the press of his cock beneath his sweats. You swallow Risotto's groan with glee, beginning to grind against him slowly. The pleasure shoots up your spine as you circle your hips.

Risotto sighs against you, his hands finding purchase on your hips and moving you to straddle his thigh. Never once breaking the kiss, deepening it if anything. His tounge parting your lips to ravish the soft tissue inside your cheeks. You cant help but moan as your tongues tangle together in a well versed dance.

Your arms sling loosely around his shoulders, letting him press your chest to his and guide you against his thick thigh. You can feel his bulging muscles between his sweats and yours. The fabric doing nothing to dull the pleasure you feel. Your sex grinds against him, hips stuttering as you whine into Risotto's mouth.

Risotto pulls away from you, but you dont mind. You toss your head back, enticing him to kiss and nip at your throat as he often does. Though the heat of his mouth never finds you.

"Risotto..." you plea, pressing ever closer to him. You feel his chuckle more than hear it. A simple kiss placed at your pulse point sends a shiver through your whole body.

"Get up, breaks over" he says, patting your ass. His hand is firm. No room for argument but the heat coiling in your belly is near unbearable now. You pout.

"Thats not a break. Youre not fully relaxed"

"Well then by all means keep me entertained while I finish my work. Maybe then I'll take a real break,"

Risotto flexes his leg, effectivly bouncing you on his thigh. The extra pressure ripping a moan from your lungs. You bite your lip, bracing your hands on his shoulders to push yourself up.

"And where are you going?" Risotto says, his voice low and breathy. You can feel his erection pressing into the side of your leg as you straddle his thigh. "I thought I told you you could stay and keep me company while I finish up"

"Im just going to lock the door"

Risotto snakes a hand around your waist, trapping you on this flexing thigh. He leans close, even sitting hes bigger than you. Imposing and taki g the upperhand from your grasp. He smiles, the corrners of his eyes crinkling and his dimples making an appearance on his cheeks.

"No. You stay right here," Risotto growls. He picks up his pen in one hand the other keeping you firmly against him. His hot and heavy palm traversing you spine to rest on the curve of your ass.

"But what if the team needs-"

"You can be quiet" Risotto's smirk is down right evil. He knows good as well its difficult to keep your voice in check. Your stomach twists in an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal. Your thighs squeezing together to give your throbbing sex, but all you manage to do is squeeze Risotto's leg instead.

Risotto bounces his foot, effectively bouncing you on his thigh. Not dissimilar to how his hips rock to bounce you on his cock. A whine is stuck in your throat as you move to bury your face in Risotto's neck. Your arms wrapped around him as you bury your nose into where his scent is strongest.

Leather, sweat, metal. Its as comforting as it is driving you crazy. You begim to slowly rock back and fourth on Risotto's thigh. His smell making every press of his muscles feel all the more electric. The pleasure shooting up your spine and to your voice box to press quiet whimpers onto Risotto's pulse point.

You bite your lip, the pleasure surprisingly overwhelming. Its hard to keep your voice down, it always is. But this is new. You're borderline using Risotto's thigh for your own pleasure. Giving him something pretty and debauched to look at as he works.

Your whole feels hot and slick. Sweat dripping down your neck for Risotto to kiss away. You cant tell if hes working now. A hand firmly on your waist as you grind yourself on him. All you can focus is his touch and the feeling of his well trained thigh against your throbbing sex.

You cant swallow any air, your lungs struggling to take in oxygen as you pant. Your whole body begining to feel tight as you work yourself. You cant help but bite into Risotto's shoulder, barely muffling your moans into his skin

"Keep going" Risotto encourages. His voice a low familiar growl that only makes your thighs tremble. Your hips stutter as you grind faster. Chasing your high like a dog to a car's bumper. "Cum on my thigh,"

You whine, your back concaving as you curl over Risotto. Teeth bared into his neck and fingers digging into him.

Risotto bounces his thigh to help you along. Each movement making you bounce limply on him like a ragdoll, only able to hold on and take it as your whole body embraces the pleasure only Risotto can give you.

Your body snaps suddenly. Your orgasm crashing over you in a tsunami as you writhe in Risotto's strong grip. He whispers praises you cant understand in your ear. His hot breath tickling and grounding you as you begin to tumble down from your high. Slumping against his chest.

Risotto bends down to kiss your forehead, his hand smoothing up your back.

"Walk to our bedroom and wait for me while I clean up," he says simply. A promise of more to come in his tone. His eyes so dialated the crimsion of his irises almost completely depleted.

"But...what if someone sees me stumbling?" You ask, knees shaking as you slowly stand using Risotto as leverage.

Risotto chuckles, smacking your ass to get you going. His smile is down right evil as he places papers neatly in their folders.

"No one will. Everyone's already gone out for their set up missions. Got the text a little after you came to visit me"

Your jaw hangs open at him in shock but she shoos you away"

"Oh and make sure youre naked,"