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step dad jungkook fic with black! fem reader coming soon...

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summary: a normal day with your two boyfriends, Taehyung and Jungkook

pairing: jeon jungkook x black! fem reader x kim taehyung

warnings: implied sex, boob flashing

word count: 1.5K

The day dawned crisp and clear. The rising sun casting a rosy hue across the morning sky. Its rays seeping through the sheer curtains and down on you. You stirred, the light disturbing your sleep. Rolling over, you cuddled yourself onto the nearest chest, hiding from the sunbeams as much as possible. Naturally, his arms slung around your hips, bringing you closer to him, a kiss set upon your hairline. You question if he’s up, looking up at his peaceful state. Strays of his hair fell onto his face, his lips slightly opened. The light danced on his features as you brushed the stray hairs away to see his face better. You felt the bed shift from behind, another arm being thrown over you. His head rested on yours, body pressed against yours. You were completely sandwiched now.

You stared at the bare chest in front of you. His creamy skin is appealing and enticing. You couldn’t resist kissing there. A sleepy chuckle sounded in the room, startled, you flinch. “Couldn’t help it, huh?" he teased. You looked up. Jungkook’s eyes meeting yours, half-awake when he pulled you closer- if possible. “What are you doing up, princess?” he whispered, his fingers tracing the small of your back. “The sun,” you mumbled, knowing you won’t be able to go back to sleep. Jungkook smiled, rubbing your shoulder and gesturing behind you. You turned somewhat to see Taehyung. He was entirely knocked out.

“Guessed last night really tired him out,” Jungkook’s hands slipped down to your ass. Time stops for a moment when his lips met yours, the flutter in your chest intensifying. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours. He smiled, throwing your leg to wrap around his. You felt the bulge between your legs. Your body growing hot as the kiss went on.

You heard another groan, putting you and Jungkook’s kiss to a stop. “Where’s mine, princess?” Tae asked, still half asleep. You turned, Taehyung was quick to pull you to his chest. Mouth pressed to yours, his tongue urgent to slip inside. Practically trading spit, his tongue devouring your mouth. Butterflies flew around in your stomach. Heat building up between your legs. He was never scared to be nasty with it. Jungkook held you from the back, sweet kisses littered on your neck. You let out strained moans, legs enclosing around Tae’s. He smirked, feeling you slowly beginning to grind on his leg.

Out of breath, you two pull away. Strings of saliva are left on your lips. “Morning, baby,” Taehyung mumbled. His morning voice only made the mess in your underwear even more uncomfortable. He cupped your face, giving you one last peck before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You flipped over, seeing Jungkook preparing to get up as well.

You pouted, not ready to get out of bed yet. “Come on, little one,” he encouraged. You sighed, getting up, grabbing your towel on the way out. You met Taehyung in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He grinned, toothpaste foam dripping from his chin. You playfully cringed, pulling your top over your head, stripping down until you were fully bare. Enjoying the view, Taehyung let out a failed whistle, spit flying all over the mirror. You laugh and start the shower, waiting for the cold temperature to warm up. You slipped in when it was hot enough, letting the comforting streams beat down on your body.

Arms were loose around your waist, jolting from the sudden embrace. You glanced down, relaxing when you recognized the familiar tattooed arm. Unaware of how you threw your head back, allowing him to suck at your neck. “Couldn’t you wait till I was done?” Showers with the two always left the bathroom steamy and your legs weak. There were many times he had to carry you out of the bathroom. Not once did you ever complain.

He shook his head, now kissing along your jawline. “Let her shower,” Taehyung sided with you. Though you were happy with whatever happened.

“Fine,” Jungkook chuckled, deciding to lather you up in soap instead.

The shower was quick, minus the sex. You and Jungkook joined Taehyung in the kitchen, breakfast already made and set out on the table. Beaming at the appealing mean, you took a seat.

“Plans for today?” you started, mouth stuffed with toast. “We’re taking you to the gym today,” Jungkook answered, wiping crumbs away from the corners of your mouth. You sighed, hoping that they forgot about that.

Two weeks ago, you were begging the two to be your trainers. Going off about how you needed to lose some weight. The boys went on about how your extra weight was fine and made you more cute and cuddly. But you weren’t having that, so you begged until they gave in. A week in, you noticed that they went in hard with it. You were sore for the rest of the week and not in the way you liked. You wanted out now.

“How about we skip today and just stay home,” you tried. They shook their heads. “It’s only once a week,” Taehyung assured. “You’ll make it,” Jungkook added, caressing your cheek. Taehyung finished eating up. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he mentioned, kissing your forehead. You watch him leave and close the bathroom door behind him.

“Let’s get ready, princess,” Jungkook took your used plate to the sink.

How can someone wear just sweats and pull it off, you thought, watching your boyfriends change in front of you. “Baby, you’re dribbling,” Taehyung teased. You rolled your eyes and handed Jungkook a rubber band. He stood behind you, pulling your braids up in a ponytail. “Leggings?” he grinned, hands gripping your ass.

Taehyung packed you guys’ water, along with some healthy snacks before heading out.

“Two more,” Taehyung counted. He held your feet down as you finished your sit-ups. You huffed, catching your breath. “Water?” Jungkook offered, the bottle hovering over your head. You thank him, taking a sip.

“Come, stretches now.” he held out his hand. You followed him to the yoga mats, hand in hand. He lets you settle first, looking out for any point where he needs to step in. His hands rest on your hips, legs nudging yours apart. “There you go,” Jungkook praised, helping you with the other position. You laid flat on your back, bringing your knee up to your chest. His face being super close to yours, he assisted you in holding that state, a smirk laying on his features. You shift your attention somewhere else to avoid your cheeks from heating, eyes landing on Taehyung lifting weights. His shirt’s sleeves rolled up and displaying his toned arms. He kept a steady rhythm when lifting. A simple thing as that left you mesmerized.

You went to your next position. Sitting up with Jungkook sat behind you. His hands going to support your back when he tells you arch. It hadn’t been a second yet, but you still felt the burn. Your eyes close, taking deep breaths while listening to Jungkook count away your thirty seconds. When he finished, you thought you were too. That was until Taehyung sat in front of you, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs wider. Beginning on his count, you groaned, wanting to go home already.

Just then, hands slid up and down your sides, threatening to slip under your sports bra. Massaging your chest, calloused fingers brushing over your clothed nipples. Your change in breathing doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What do you want for dinner, baby bear,” You furrowed at the nickname, a whimper leaving your lips when Jungkook’s cold hand caressed your breasts. “Homemade,” you answered. He nodded, releasing your legs, Jungkook fixing your top back. “Guess that’s it for today’s workout,” he mentioned. The two helping you up, pretending that Jungkook didn’t just expose your boobs to the entire gym.

At home, you three started early on your night routine. It was still light out, the evening sun casting shadows. You just wanted to get into bed.

You set the face mask on Jungkook after you were done with Tae’s. Concluding the skincare part in a fit of giggles because of the two.

You three cooked. Agreeing on kimchi fried rice. You helped Tae put on the rice, assisting Jungkook in cutting the needed ingredients. When you were sure they were set, you went to put on a movie.

You all ate till you were stuffed. Arms wrapped around Taehyung’s neck, you sat in his lap half asleep, the soothing rub Jungkook gave to your aching legs was an addition to your drowsiness. Yet you blinked your eyes open, persistent about wanting to finish the movie first before going to bed. Once they heard your snores, that was it. They shut the movie off and carried you to bed.

Taehyung kissed your cheek while Jungkook struggled to fix your bonnet on, later kissing the corner of your mouth.

Face nuzzled into Tae’s chest and having Jungkook hugging you from behind, you felt at peace being squished between the two, drifting off to deep sleep.

idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble