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→ pairing: racer!jungkook x college major!reader

→ rating: e21

→ genre: smut, some fluff

→ warnings: cum eating, cum swallowing, cum drinking (once again i am sorry), squirting, pussy slapping, clit spanking, tit slapping, face slapping, spit swallowing, sub!reader, dom!jungkook, rough and penetrative sex, penetrative sex with a blueberry lollipop (shhh), fingering, public fingering, eating out on a dinner table, drug mentions (heavy), drug use (light smoking and drinking), partying, party scene

→ description: stressing over pre-exams wasn’t your ideal version of a spring break, but hitting the streets at 1am probably isn’t the best way of calming that down either. until you get in the car with Jungkook.

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Melophile | Part I

melo·phile- noun; a person with great love and affluent passion for music

➵ A piano major and a composition major collaborating for a final semester project. It seemed straightforward, right? But what if you were forced to pair up with the school’s most problematic genius, Min Yoongi? Add to that the fact that he absolutely hated your guts and you had the perfect recipe for disaster. How can someone you’ve never even met before despise you like a sworn enemy? Getting to know each other was hard enough, but what happens when the most beautiful, painful, and darkest secrets force the two of you to expose the thing you each guarded the most—your own emotions? 

➵ pairing: min yoongi x reader

➵ genre: AU! enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, slow-ish burn 

➵ word count: 16k (sorry mobile readers)

➵ warnings: swearing, heavy angst, discussions of depression, rough sex, biting, marking, hair pulling, cumplay/eating, impreg kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), i’m screaming while writing these warnings 

a/n: caved and wrote smut for the first time, i couldn’t resist :} sorry, mom  p.s. this was originally supposed to be a single post, but i’ve split it up into two parts

the second part can be found on my masterlist ^^

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pied piper

pairing: pied piper!jungkook x reader

rating: e21

genre: smut, magic, fluff, magic, supernatural

warnings: creampie, choking, rough sex, slapping, face slapping, cum eating (jungkook eats his cum out of you uwu), throat fucking, oral (male x female), anal, lol virgin kink (sorry), hair pulling, breath play, slight lil blood play, ass slapping, spit swapping, fingering, panty fetish

summary: in your small village, there were tales of a beautiful pied piper, and the sound of his flute was known to induce a lustful sleep over the  human of choice, and he’d take them in the night. only he didn’t take, you willingly followed.

sneakpeak: “Ah pretty little human, so gorgeous and willing”, he breathed, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering, “I’m here to save you, and I’m here to ruin you”.

Power Play (m)

⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤

➾ 27.6k 

➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation

➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D 

happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️ 

please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!

➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.  

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Piss Off Your Parents

Piss Off Your Parents Ship: BadBoy!Jungkook | RichGirl!Reader Description: Roommates!AU | BadBoy!AU | FakeDating!AU | In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm. Warnings: Dom!JK, Daddy Kink, D/S Themes, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Intercourse, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Fingering, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Lots of Pet Names, Angst, Fluff, Drug Use (it’s just weed) Word Count: 16,411 A/N: Based on the song 18 by Anarbor! This ends my hiatus! I’ve been writing this for literal months so I hope you guys like it. Happy Early 3rd Year Anniversary!

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A Deal with the Devil

NSFW Tyrell Wellick X Mr. Robot/Elliot Alderson Smut

Sample below the mark: 

(Depictions of graphic gay sex)

“Do you have a fucking hard-on?” Mr. Robot’s eyes squinted as he eyed the bulge in Wellick’s pants. He was deeply amused- one moment the Swede was straddling him on the floor, furious, and about the beat the ever-living daylights on him- and the next, the man was turned on. 

They had been interrupted by the doorbell just before he was about to be beaten. Being the obnoxiously proper and off his rocker, Tyrell had stepped away to see who it was. Someone had the wrong address and asked for directions. It was short and sweet, but just enough to put a pause on his overflowing anger. Tyrell always took things personally, he known for being childishly erratic. He snapped his blue surgical gloves on his way back into the room. “Don’t deflect- I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to worm your way out of this you son of a bitch,” he flared, his veins popped in his pale face.

Mr. Robot had sat up and looked deeply amused- Wellick didn’t want to admit it, but this was erotic for him. Maybe the part about him being a psychopath brought this on. Or maybe it was something between the gloves and the pain.

They both were masters of manipulation and control. Something Wellick couldn’t control was the hard length in his pants. At least not hiding it. A well-tailored pant leg doesn’t leave much to the imagination, not when you’re as rail-thin and muscular as Wellick. 

“C’mon, we both know you’re fucking lying,” he smirked, looking amused that the Swede was so hotly defensive. There weren't many who could push his buttons like Mr. Robot and Elliot could- and MR was finding this delightful. A part of them both were.

Got a bruise on the top of my head. Daddy fucked me in the back seat of his car and my head kept hitting the door.

He also wrapped his hand around my neck while fingering me and told me I am nothing without him.

Made the part of my brain that craves violence go brrr. Gonna think about that for a while....

No clue why but my boyfriend's new thing in bed is putting me in a chokehold. Makes the part of my brain that craves violence go brr but also like damn man is legit choking me out

the dark side of the moon (m)

➾ werewolf!jimin x reader

➾ 11.1k

➾ warnings: rough penetrative werewolf sex, knotting, mentions of lots of cum, breeding kink

➾ hello my friends!!! i wanted to keep up the tradition of gifting u all a jimin fic on my birthday, so i decided to speed write this :-) i can’t believe a year has passed by again, thank you all for your love and support!!!

➾ summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. 

enjoy, darlings ❤️

The heavy scent of blood and sex greets you immediately once you step into the house, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste, tugging your black face mask back over the lower half of your face. You should be more than used to this already, having been associated with this particular pack of wolves ever since you stumbled upon them a few years ago, but it never gets better.

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The Pretenders (m)

Wolf!Jin companion piece to In Bloom and Where is My Mind?

Warning: I wrote most of this on a 7 hour bus ride home for spring break and it’s unedited and just awful. I am really sorry guys. D: 

Word Count: 12,339

Unlike most wolf men his age, Jin does not really mind going into heat. He is thirty years old now, and has gone through heat ten times now for a total of thirty full days of overwhelming horniness. The first time he went through heat was just awful. He remembers feeling so damn horny that he thought he was going to die. Even a week before his heat started, he was already getting uncomfortable. Sex multiple times a day and countless bouts of masturbation left him sane for that week, but then his actual heat came… Never had he cum so hard or so damn often in his entire life. Hell, they had to send him to the hospital for dehydration the moment his heat broke.

But after that, things were definitely tamer. Jin is proud to say that he is no longer consumed by his heat, not like those other beastly, uncivilized boys in his pack. He knows exactly how filthy Namjoon gets, how needy Hoseok, Jimin and Tae are, and how insatiable Jungkook is. Yoongi is a bit better than the rest of them, but he can get so damn grumpy when he has to wait even ten minutes for sex. No, clearly none of them have the self-control and restraint that Jin has.

Those three days of heat every year are nothing more than a minor inconvenience for him. He marks his calendar each year, calls in his sick days, then kicks back in his apartment with a stocked pantry and a handful of pretty female companions. Usually about a dozen women volunteer to take care of him during his heat, so that’s not a problem. It’s a bit more irritating to deal with their drama when he picks a select few from the bunch, and more than once he has been confronted with tears, but it’s really nothing compared to say, Namjoon, who spends months begging wolf girls to donate their time. Obviously with his face, Jin simply does not have to try so hard.

So on any typical day of his heat, Jin will cook, clean the house, maybe spend a few hours catching up on work, before lust trickles into his stomach. Then, he’ll just call up any one of the numerous girls in his phone book, she’ll come over, they’ll bang it out, then he’ll cook dinner and sleep.

It’s almost absurdly simple. Jin really doesn’t understand how other wolves suffer during this time of the year. Those people must just be weak-willed. Clearly, he is above that.

But then comes the year of his tenth heat and everything changes.

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None Of Him No More

Word Count: 4.7k Genre: Smut, Angst Summary: When Namjoon stands you up on your anniversary dinner, you automatically seek out Jeon Jungkook, your fiancé employee, and your part-time lover, to work your frustrations out. But maybe Jungkook doesn’t feel like being the punching back in your twisted relationship with his boss anymore.

This is part of the 2k request list. You can check out the rest of the stories here.

You slam the door to your car, not caring if you break its hinges from the force, and stomp towards the opening of the garage, your angry and ungraceful gait in complete contrast with the elegant dress you wore and the dainty heels strapped to your feet.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” You shout, walking in circles around the empty cavernous garage and calling out for your fiance.

“He’s not here.” A familiar voice informs you and you whip around in its direction, seeing Jungkook running a cloth over his shitty, DIYed car. He observes the fancy way you’re dressed, hair in a complex updo and body clad in a little a black dress. Namjoon must have stood you up. Again.

“Well, where is he?” You seethe.

“Fuck if I know,” Jungkook mutters and goes back to polishing his car.

“That bastard left me waiting for him in the restaurant for an hour. My family has been going to that restaurant for years. They all know me there. It’s a busy fucking restaurant and I kept stalling them. Telling them that my fiancé will be there any minute now. That he definitely won’t cancel without telling me. Do you know how humiliating that was? He won’t even answer his fucking phone.”

Jungkook only half-listens to your rant. He’s heard it a dozen times before. It was typical of his careless boss to promise you something and go back on his word. Jungkook just didn’t think he’d go so low as to ditch you on your anniversary. Fucking ungrateful hyung…

Giving up on your futile search, you turn your wrath towards the only victim in sight. “Is that piece of junk done yet?” You ask irritably, indicating the car he was busy polishing.

You can see a muscle pop up in his jaw at your choice of words. He’d spent a lot of time gathering parts and incorporating them into the car and fixing whatever glitches come up. Yet that doesn’t stop you from regarding it with distaste. After all, it was a piece of shit car and you’d offered to buy him a better one before.

No, you did get him another one. You even asked for all the specific things you heard him rave about countless of times before even though you couldn’t understand what they meant to save your life. You customized a car as close to his dream one as possible, and it was fucking expensive. You had to fight tooth and nail with your father to let you buy it because even though your family is filthy rich, that car still cost more than any other your family owned and it wasn’t even for you. But it didn’t matter, it was worth it to make your Jungkookie happy. You had it delivered to his house with you inside it, dressed up in a red dress and being the proverbial bow on top of his gift, knowing he had a thing for car sex and wanting to break in his gift. But what did he do when he saw it?

He rejected it. And He didn’t even fuck you.

Not only that but he got angry with you, striking up a meaningless fight then promptly marching back into his apartment and slamming the door in your face. You ended up with the car, and you made sure to always flaunt it in front of him, taking revenge on him for the way he spoke to you that day and taking delight in the way his eyes shone with longing every time you showed up with it.

“Yes.” He hums, not looking at you and that’s when you notice his weird demeanor. Normally, Jungkook would be all over you by now. With Namjoon absent and having pissed you off, you were all free for the taking. But there he was, polishing off his car for what must be the 3rd time since you got there, the anger and irritation radiating from his body palpable in the stale garage air.

“Well, why don’t we christen it then?” You stalk towards him. Whatever the reason for his gloomy aura is, you are determined to lift both your moods up. Jungkook finally looks at you, immediately feeling weak from the sultry look in your half-lidded eyes that has always brought him to his knees. But now he now steels himself against it, not willing to give in this time. You strut to the side of the car and pull open the backseat door, leaning against it and licking your lips slowly. “Why don’t you get inside, honey, and let me ride your pretty cock until you burst?”

It was tempting, almost too tempting. Jungkook could feel his cock already starting to harden just at the raspy tone you use to adorn your command and his legs ache to follow your order.

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Jeff the killer x Reader: Murder and Sex

(This was originally going to be a Yinko [Girlfriends OC] x Jeff, but I changed my mind) Decided to do a Halloween Lemon.  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. CONTAINS MURDER, GORE, BLOOD, ROUGH SEX, AND MARKING. (Everyone is well into their twenties in the place of this story) Enjoy~ (Decided to put this under a read more, because some people don’t like seeing murder and sex in the same story. Will probably undo that later. Also, I know its a few days late, but, DA was being a butt)

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The Choreographer - Part 3

Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Summary: As the assistant choreographer for BTS, you are often responsible for helping the guys rehearse one-on-one. Professional and courteous as you try to act on the job, there is no denying that deep within you lies a submissive, thirsty slut, dying to come out and play. Everyone knows scandal would cost you your job, but sometimes the tension can become unbearable.

It’s too bad. But it’s too sweet.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Grinding, drinking, partying, jealousy, angst, fluff, forbidden affairs, fingering, oral (f receiving), foul language, light bondage, spanking, very rough sex, D/s dynamic, unprotected sex, and honestly so much smut written in great detail. Seriously the plot disintegrates 3k words in and the last 2k words are 100% filthy smut. 

Word count: 5.7k

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 The next morning, you awoke to the sound of your alarm. Feeling a little hazy, but otherwise fine, you reached for the glass of water Jimin had left on your nightstand and chugged it. Thank god he had forced you to take that Tylenol and rehydrate yourself before you went to sleep last night, or else you’d be feeling much worse for the wear today.

You checked your phone and saw another text from Jimin.

[Jimin: 11:01] Good morning :) How are you feeling today?

[You: 11:03] Pretty decent. Thanks for taking care of me.

[Jimin: 11:06] Happy to hear. See you at the venue.

You rested your head on your knees. It was sweet of him to check up on you. It seemed like things were relatively fine between the two of you, even after you had made a drunken fool of yourself. What were you thinking, trying to pull that shit on Jimin? Not only could it damage your professional reputation had he not been so gracious, but it could cause issues between him and Jungkook.

That is, if it hasn’t already. True, at the time Jungkook had his outburst, nothing had even happened between you and Jimin. But that was no longer the case, and you shuddered at what his reaction would be if he ever found out, considering how upset he got with you for just sitting next to Jimin. You also missed him. He had only given you a small taste of how good it was, and you craved more. After last night however, that didn’t seem likely. Somehow, you had managed to fuck it up already.

The whole thing was turning into a mess. You didn’t know how you were going to make it through the day without some sort of confrontation. You knew you had to play nice—both men had the ability to single-handedly end your career if either of them reported your actions to your superiors. Even though Jungkook had reciprocated, it was your word against his should something come up.

As you drove to the venue, your nerves only worsened. You tried to pull yourself together, remembering that you needed to focus and assist with optimizing the spacing on stage to provide the best visuals for the cameras.

You arrived well before Mr. Son and the boys, hoping to do the majority of your planning without distraction. When you were happy with your decisions on the stage layout, you took a spot near the back of the venue, trying your best to blend in with the dark corner as you waited for everyone to arrive.

Jimin was the first to see you, walking over and giving you a warm hug as soon as he entered the staging area. Jungkook was still backstage somewhere.

“Can we talk privately?” you asked. He nodded and followed you as you led him into a stairwell.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Well before I get into it, I wanted to thank you again for taking care of me last night. I was in poor shape.”

“It really wasn’t a problem,” he said sincerely.

You hesitated, not knowing how best to articulate the next part.

“And I also wanted to thank you for stopping.”

“Stopping what?” he asked innocently. You paused again, clearly uncomfortable with verbally acknowledging it. He noticed and took your hand in his.

“I understand. Really, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m really sorry. I was acting stupid. I had too much to drink and have just been going through some shit,” you admitted. Saying it out loud made it all the more real, and you felt a bitterness well up.

“Guy problems still bothering you?” he asked, referring to the conversation you had yesterday.

You looked at the ceiling and did your best to blink back tears. He wrapped his comforting arms around you and stroked your head. “It’ll be okay. I’m here if you need someone to talk to.”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about how much of an idiot I was last night?” you whispered into his shoulder.

“You’re not an idiot,” he protested. “But I promise. Not a word.”

You stood there, lingering in his embrace and savoring his warmth for a few moments before you went back in to join the others for rehearsal. Jungkook noticed you two walking in together.

“Fucking unbelievable,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath, causing you to clench your jaw in an effort to hold your tongue. You would sort it out later. Now was not the right time.

Somehow, you were able to make it through the dry runs and the performance, helping out where needed and adjusting the spacing to make the best use of the stage. You watched from the wings as your boys pulled off the dance moves flawlessly, causing you to swell with pride.

Jimin moved gracefully across the stage with ease, looking as polished as ever. He had some of the best technical skills you’ve seen from an idol. His movements were fluid and his form was perfect.

You turned your attention to Jungkook. As angry as you were with him, you had to admit he was undeniably sexy. His toned body moved effortlessly through the choreography as if he were born to perform it. He maintained phenomenal breath control, not letting the complicated steps affect his pitch in the least. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting him, even if doing so was turning your personal and professional life upside down.

After the performance was over, everyone celebrated backstage at what a success it had been. Jimin came over and wrapped you in yet another one of his signature hugs.

“You all were amazing,” you said, addressing the group as a whole. Jimin beamed. They continued to congratulate each other on a job well done, and you slipped away to pack up your things quietly, hoping to make your escape in peace. Jungkook was still giving you the cold shoulder and the last thing you wanted was another confrontation in front of the others.

“After party at the dorm,” Jimin’s voice came from behind you, startling you only slightly, “you in?”

He batted his eyelashes in a successful attempt to look cute. You suspected there would be some sort of after party. It was normal occurrence after comeback performances. But you thought it was better if you skipped this one. They tended to get pretty rowdy, and you could imagine what problems could arise when you threw your colleagues, your hookups, and yourself in a room together and added alcohol into the mix.

“Thanks, but I better not. I don’t want a repeat of last night.”

“What if I get drunk and try to kiss Hobi? Would that make you feel better?” he asked, causing you to snort in an attempt to hold back your laugh.

“I don’t know, Jimin…” He grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes.

“I’d really like for you to come,” he said sincerely, “even if it’s just for an hour. Everyone should be there to celebrate.”

He was very good at being persuasive.

You sighed and gave in, playfully shoving Jimin out of the way. “Fine. I guess.”

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You arrived a little late to the party, stopping home first to change out of your sweaty dance attire and into something more fitting for the setting. Something that might catch Jungkook’s attention. Having strapped on some heels to show off how your toned legs looked in high-waisted shorts, you felt confident walking in.

The push-up bra was a nice touch. Usually your breasts were well-hidden beneath a sports bra. Tonight, your cleavage was on full display in a low-cut tank top. You had even a subtle smoky eye, which was a look you didn’t often get to wear with your job. You hoped if you looked hot enough, he may regret shutting you out.

As you walked in, the party was already well underway. Different members of the staff and crew were sharing drinks with the boys, and it appeared as if everyone already had a few in them.

“Hey, you made it!” Namjoon exclaimed, walking over to you and handing you a drink. “I’m happy you came.”

You smiled graciously and accepted the drink, even though you weren’t planning on drinking. You figured you could dump it and replace it with water anyway. Always gracious hosts, they guys could be a little pushy sometimes, insisting you partake in whatever food or drink they offered. A decoy drink would prevent that.  

It was probably good that you came out. You didn’t want drama with Jungkook to affect your friendships with everyone else. When Namjoon was pulled back into the crowd by some friends, you took a seat on one of the stools lining the kitchen island which had been converted into a makeshift bar. Pretending to nurse your beer, you scanned the crowd of faces before you. As you suspected, Jungkook was pretending not to notice you, while still glancing over in your direction every so often. Most likely watching for Jimin’s presence.

You were tempted to approach him, but you weren’t sure what to say, so you decided to join the small crowd dancing in the center of the living room. It wasn’t often that you got to dance for fun. Usually it was work.

Taehyung was at the center, clearly enjoying himself and moving along to the music. He saw you and motioned for you to join him, which you did happily. Finally, someone with whom you had no tension. You both danced about innocently enough, though you exaggerated the swaying of your hips when you noticed Jungkook’s eyes on you. He bit his lip, and you smiled to yourself, knowing your efforts were working.

Eventually, he gave in and came to join you on the dance floor. He placed his hands on your hips and swayed along with you. Your skin felt like it was on fire under his touch. The heat of his body reignited the spark of lust within you once again. Your eyes lingered on his chest, wishing you could tear his shirt off him.

The party was filled with your coworkers and acquaintances, all of whom had the no-scandals rule drilled into them multiple times. Though most of them were drunk, you couldn’t risk getting handsy with him beyond what could reasonably pass for dancing. It took everything within you to keep from crashing your mouth into his when his thumbs dug into the grooves between your hip bones. As weird as it had been with him lately, there was no denying the unspoken sexual energy between you.

He gazed at you intensely with parted lips, and you clutched his shoulders a little tighter. The two of you moved in unison, much the way you had back in the practice room on the floor. He leaned in to whisper, close enough that his lips brushed your ear, making sure only you could hear him.

“If we were alone, I’d bend you over this couch and fuck you until you screamed my name.”

You whimpered, unable to control the arousal that was stirring inside you. He inched his body closer to yours. The crowd around you had become so thick that nobody noticed when he pressed his thigh between your legs.

In your head, you saw flashbacks of the other night, straddling his thigh and writhing in pleasure as he fingered you. He knew exactly where your mind had gone. He gripped your hips harder and rolled your lower body into his, so his leg rubbed against your cunt briefly, before he was back in a normal stance, dancing with you casually.

The song ended, and Jungkook smirked, leaning in once again to whisper.

“I can tell you’re trying to hide how wet you are. Enjoy the party.”

Just like that, he was off to refill his drink, leaving you a sweaty, panting mess. Jungkook had only been reminding you how desperate you were for his cock to fill you again. He meant to get you hot and bothered, but you didn’t know if he was actually planning on doing anything about it, or if he was punishing you.

Mind reeling, you decided to step out on the balcony to catch your breath. Taking in the cool night air, you leaned against the railing and tried to steady yourself. Everyone else was inside, so the solitude afforded you the opportunity to clear your head of all the hormones that had been taking you for a ride.

What kind of game was Jungkook playing? Was he over his jealousy? Was he too turned on to care? Or was he trying to steal your attention back to himself after you had been spending more time with Jimin? You weren’t sure of his motivations, but you secretly hoped he would continue, missing the feeling of his thigh between your legs…

“Everything okay?” a voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at its owner and saw Jimin stepping out and sliding the door closed after him. He smiled and handed you a glass of wine, which you tentatively accepted.

“Cheers,” he said, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip. He seemed just a little tipsy. You nursed yours reluctantly, half wanting to throw it back and forget the thoughts that had been plaguing you, and half knowing you should remain sober enough to drive home. Staying could mean trouble. One way or another.

“So…?” he asked, breaking you out of your thoughts once again. You raised your eyebrows in question.. “You never answered. Everything okay with you?”

“Oh,” you said, casually shrugging off his concern. “Yeah, everything’s perfect. Just needed some fresh air, you know.” He gave you a look that hinted at disbelief. “Hey, great job again today,” you continued, turning the focus back on him.

He gave a sheepish grin. “Thanks. I feel like it went well.” His hand went up to rub the back of his neck, and he looked away.

“Looked flawless from where I was standing.”

“I’m glad you made it,” he said, changing the subject once again. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to show.”

“I stopped back home to change.”

“I noticed,” he said, and stepped back to look you up and down. “Very nice.”

You hoped the blush on your cheeks could be attributed to the wine as you looked away and took a second sip, not knowing how to respond.

“You know, I keep thinking about last night,” he said, after a while.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. “Yeah. Sorry again—”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he cut you off before you could go on. You waited patiently while he thought for a moment, trying to find the right words.

“I was thinking about what might have happened if the situation was different.”

“If I wasn’t drunk, or if you hadn’t left?”

“Either, I guess.”

You looked at him, and he raised an eyebrow, wanting you to fill in the blanks.

“Probably something stupid,” you said, taking another sip of wine.

“How stupid?”

“Pretty fucking stupid.”

He stepped in to close some of the distance between you. “Stupid can be fun,” he said in a low voice, just barely above a whisper.

You ran your fingers along the rim of your glass, feeling hot under his gaze and the implications behind his words. Just then, the glass door slid open and Jungkook stepped through.

He stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of the two of you. “Oh,” he said, and abruptly walked back inside. You watched through the glass as he grabbed one of the makeup artists and started dancing with her.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you muttered and sighed in frustration, turning back around so you could avoid watching the spectacle taking place inside. Jimin looked confused.

“I take it you didn’t smooth things over?”

“Apparently not,” you said, and downed the rest of your drink.

“You know, that’s a vintage Bordeaux. Not really meant to be chugged,” he pointed out with a chuckle, amused by your sudden interest in intoxication.

“I need a refill,” you said flatly, and Jimin followed you back inside as you headed to the display of booze on the island. You avoided looking at Jungkook grinding on the makeup artist as you passed. Jimin didn’t pry any further, instead taking your glass and replacing it with a plastic cup filled with beer.

“If you’re looking to pound something, look no further.” Your eyes widened in surprise at his forwardness.

“The beer,” he clarified with a smirk, understanding where your mind had gone.

“Oh. Right.” You took the drink and downed half of it, not sure how to recover from that.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked.

Rather than answer, you slammed the rest of your drink back and grabbed his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. You pulled his body in close and felt his arm wrap around your waist. Feeling the booze finally hit your system, you let your inhibitions slip away, and began moving your body against his.

Both wanting to piss Jungkook off and wanting to forget about him altogether, you displayed your most suggestive dance skills, twerking and gyrating all over Jimin, who eagerly matched the seductiveness of your movements with his own. He pulled you in closer to him, trying to hide the amusement apparent on his face.

Licking his lips, he stared down at you intensely. “Do you want another drink?” he asked over the music. You nodded.

“If you have one, will you be okay to drive?” You shook your head.

“Do you have a ride?” he followed up. Again, you shook your head.

He paused before he continued, looking around to see if anyone was watching. He leaned in so only you could hear him.

“Do you want to stay here?” You said nothing, but the way your grip on his back tightened answered his question. He bit his lip and held your hips a little tighter. He surveyed the room, searching for any prying eyes, but everyone was too far gone by that point.

You ducked down beneath the crowd as he led you away from the main area, down the hall, and up a flight of stairs before finally stopping at the door of his bedroom. He unlocked it and allowed you to step inside first.

You studied the room. A partition divided the space between his and Hoseok’s sides, but he still locked the door behind him to keep his roommate from walking in. You sat on his bed while he fiddled with his speakers, finding appropriate music to complement the mood.

“Wait here,” he said, and he walked back out the door, leaving you alone for a moment to catch your breath. You looked around his room at the various photos and decorations lining the shelves. His taste in décor was both cute and artistic you noted, before your eyes landed on a picture of him and Jungkook. You chose to ignore the nagging thought that you may be damaging their friendship. You could be a better person tomorrow. Now was not the time, nor the place. Tonight was for making mistakes.

Jimin returned shortly, carrying two large wine glasses and a bottle of wine. “Sorry it took so long,” he said and handed you a glass. “I wanted to make sure nobody saw me.” He uncorked the bottle with his teeth before pouring you a generous amount of wine. He poured one for himself as well and leaned on the desk across from you.

“Before we get too carried away,” he started, “are you sober enough to be making decisions about these things?” he asked.

You nodded. “I know what I’m doing.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” You nodded again.

“And you?” you asked, before taking long sip from your glass. You knew he had been drinking too. Probably more than you had been.

“I’ve wanted this for a while,” he answered, drinking deeply from his own glass.

“My turn,” you said. “I need to know. Does this mean anything to you?”

He pondered for a minute, trying to read your expression, and took another drink before answering. “You and I both know that it can’t mean anything. Not under these circumstances.”

That’s what you had wanted to hear. As much as you liked him, you both knew the situation you were in. At least Jimin would be able to handle it.

It didn’t take long for you to down the rest of your wine. Jimin finished his off too, and took the empty glass from you, setting them both on the bedside table. He casually made his way to the edge of the bed and stood in front of you. He stayed still for a few moments, watching your demeanor. You reclined slightly and met his gaze.

Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his seductive lips against yours.

It was different with Jimin. He didn’t kiss you with the same urgency Jungkook had. His kisses and caresses were slow and patient, meant to be savored. He didn’t lose control over his actions. In fact, his seemed extremely deliberate, toying with different sensations to see what you responded to the most.

He softly nipped at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to give his tongue full access. He tasted like the fine wine you had been sharing all night. He smelled like vanilla and sandalwood—musky, but with a hint of sweetness. You ran your fingers through his hair and he exhaled against your skin, closing his eyes to focus on your touch.

His hand came up to your collarbone and he pressed his fingers lightly against it, guiding you backwards until you were fully reclined on the bed. Gracefully, he climbed on top of you. The weight of his body felt warm and welcome. He continued kissing you slowly.

One of his knees rested in between yours, and you tilted your hips up to press against him, feeling the thickness of his thighs putting just enough pressure where your damp lace panties stuck to you. You whined softly as his hand rand down your side to grip the back of your thigh and wrapped it around him.

He moved his kisses over to your earlobe, which he took between his full pink lips and tugged slightly. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, and he lifted his arms so you could peel it off of him, tossing it to the floor. He reciprocated, sliding your tank top off your body and discarding carelessly it to the side.

His naked torso sank back down to rest on you, skin against skin, lips attacking your collarbone. You could feel his growing erection pressing against you.

Trailing his lips down from your collarbone, he reached his hands to unclasp your bra, exposing your hard nipples to the cool night air. Taking one in his mouth, he demonstrated extreme dexterity with his tongue, swirling it around and applying just the right amount of pressure to make you moan softly underneath him.

Jimin knew what he was doing. That had become apparent as he trailed soft kisses from your nipples down your torso. It was difficult to remain patient as he casually unbuttoned your shorts to remove them. When he got to your panties, he pressed another kiss to the skin above the waistband, before taking it in his teeth. He started to peel them off you and a thin string of your essence bridged the gap, stretching from the soaked lace back to your pussy. You lifted your hips so he could drag them down your body with his mouth.

Sitting back up, he placed a hand on the plane of skin between your hip bones. His thumb started lazily circling your clit while he surveyed the sight beneath him. At his touch, your hips bucked, and you let out a sharp gasp. His eyes glided up and down your body and he marveled at how wet you were already, before moving his head down between your thighs.

To say Jimin was good at eating pussy would be an offensive understatement. He was fucking incredible. His tongue could win awards on its own, but when paired with his perfect pink lips that expertly sucked on your clit, the experience was on another level.

Swirling his tongue around, he wrapped his arms around each of your thighs and pulled you into him harder, before letting go with one hand so he could insert a finger into you. After making sure you were nice and slick, he added a second, palm facing up so he could curl his fingers toward his target. He began pumping them up and down, beating a steady tattoo against your g-spot. A loud moan escaped from your mouth.

He paused briefly to shush you, not wanting any of the party guests to discover the sin taking place within the room. You bit your lip to keep from moaning again as his tongue licked a long strip along your slit before his fingers resumed their assault on your pussy. He matched the flicks of his tongue with the pace of his hands and it didn’t take long before you could feel a heat building below your abdomen. Your fingers ran through his hair and you tried to coax his mouth back to yours, unsuccessfully.

“Jimin, you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” you whispered.

“And?” you heard him ask from between your thighs.

“I still want you.”

He paused to respond. “There will be plenty of time for that.” He dove back down so his tongue could continue attacking your clit. Inhaling sharply, legs quivering, the sensations he was causing made you buck your hips up again.

Growing impatient with your interruptions, he took a strong hand to your pubic bone and with it, he firmly pinned you down against the bed so he could continue ravaging your pussy with his mouth. Your body was quickly hurtling once again towards ecstasy, but you still wanted to feel him inside of you. Your hands went to his head again so you could guide him back up.

Sighing in annoyance, he sat up and pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then he started undoing his belt. You waited in anticipation for him to remove the rest of his clothes and fuck you.

Sliding it from the loops in his jeans, it became clear that Jimin had other plans.

“I’m not done,” he said quietly but firmly, and pinned your greedy hands above your head. He used his belt to secure both of your wrists to the frame of his headboard, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight before moving his face back down between your legs.

Your lower lip was raw as you bit it hard to keep any more sounds from escaping. He had doubled down his efforts. You arched your back as he moved his fingers inside you and took your clit between his lips, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over you.

Your muscles tensed and your breath quickened. You were approaching the edge very quickly.

“Now. Come,” he whispered. And you did. Hard.

He planted his mouth at your opening so he could taste all of it, not wanting to let any of you go to waste. The muscular walls of your core contracted and released several times as the waves of your orgasm washed up and down your entire body. A moan got caught in your throat. Your heart pounded. He encircled your thighs with his arms and pulled you into him firmly so you could ride out your orgasm on his face, until finally your muscles relaxed.

Sweaty, panting, and incapable of moving, you laid there trying to catch your breath while he gazed affectionately down at your wrecked body. Jimin removed the belt from your wrists and allowed you to drape your arms around his back as he kissed you sweetly.

“I’ll let you get your bearings before I go on,” he whispered, not wanting to overstimulate you just yet. He dotted your neck with gentle kisses as the blood returned to the rest of your body. Once you caught your breath, his kissing picked up a renewed intensity.  

Your hands snaked down to his jeans to remove the rest of his clothes. This time, he didn’t stop you. Once he was free from his clothing, you allowed yourself to admire his body. Taking note of his girth, you took his cock in your hands and began stroking him.

He pressed his lips together and he tilted his head back, shutting his eyes. He let out a soft groan. You moved to place your mouth on it, but he stopped you.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said, and moved one of his legs between yours to force them farther apart. He lifted your right leg up to rest on his shoulder, tilting your body to the left. He then dipped two fingers inside you again to collect some of your essence, which he used to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with your opening.

He paused to look at you, making sure you were ready. You nodded. He carefully glided the swollen tip first before pushing farther in and finally bottoming out inside you. You grabbed a pillow to throw over your face so you could muffle a loud groan. This position was new to you, and you swore to god you’ve never felt anyone this deep inside you. He stretched you out perfectly, almost to the point of discomfort, but so, so good. He moved back slightly before sliding into you once again. You rocked your hips, eager for more.

Encouraged by your response, he repeated the movement at a casual, steady pace, easing in and out of you, and giving you an opportunity to get accustomed to his size. You didn’t possess his same patience, however. You locked eyes with him.  

“Fuck it up, Jimin.”

And he did.

His hips slammed into you with all the force of his lust behind them. The bed frame groaned and creaked with inertia, but he didn’t slow down. A series of expletives fell out of his mouth in low whispers. He wrapped his arm around your leg and used it for leverage, teeth nipping at the skin.

“Fuck. You take my cock so good,” he groaned quietly. He pressed against your collarbone with one of his hands, the other still wrapped around your leg. He was not quite choking you, but the threat that he could was looming, causing your senses to heighten. You wanted more.

“Shit, Jimin,” you panted, “fucking ruin me.” Your filthy language elicited a loud groan from him, and he picked up his pace even quicker. The sound of his torso slamming into the back of your thigh echoed through the room, hopefully undetected by partygoers. “God, you’re so good.”

Pulling out of you momentarily, he pushed your leg down to turn you over so your face was buried in the pillows. He grabbed your hips to position them where he wanted, and smacked your ass hard before slamming his cock into you once again.

Over and over, he pounded your pussy, while his hand reached around to rub your clit in circles. At that rate, you knew were going to come again any minute.

“Fuck,” you whispered again, barely audible above the sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.

“I need you to come once more for me. Can you do that?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed your hair and pulled you upright so he could repeat it while looking at your face.

“Can you do that for me?” he asked again.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

He shoved your body back down on the bed and placed both hands on your ass, clawing it up with his fingernails. He gripped onto you hard and used it to force himself deeper into you, to where it almost hurt to take him.

“Fuck, it’s good,” he whispered, with a groan. “I’m almost there.”

His rapid pounding caused your abdomen to tighten once again, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Tears were welling in the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by both pain and titillation, and you tightened around him. He could recognize the telltale signs by now. The sights and sounds of the room faded away as you focused only on what he was doing to your body. Your muscles tensed in a vice grip.

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

Your second orgasm exploded onto you and ricocheted around your nerve endings. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, and you felt him tense up. His own climax shook his body. You felt his hot cum coating the walls of your pussy, and you both rode out your highs before your limbs finally gave out and you fell back on the bed. You felt his body hit the bed next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you to pull you close.  

He painted your shoulder with slow, soft kisses, before he brought his lips up to yours. You kissed him back lazily, unable to muster much energy.  

He broke the kiss to look down at you, utterly fucked out, coated in sweat and bruises, full of his cum. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.

The Choreographer- Pt. 4

Jimin x reader / Jungkook x reader / future poly! bts x reader

Summary: As the assistant choreographer for BTS, you are often responsible for helping the guys rehearse one-on-one. Professional and courteous as you try to act on the job, there is no denying that deep within you lies a submissive, thirsty slut, dying to come out and play. Everyone knows scandal would cost you your job, but sometimes the tension can become unbearable.

It’s too bad. But it’s too sweet.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Grinding, drinking, partying, jealousy, angst, fluff, forbidden affairs, fingering, oral (f receiving), foul language, light bondage, spanking, rough sex, and so much smut.

Word count: 5.6k

Masterlist

You lay there, trying to catch your breath for a while. “Fuck, Jimin, where’d you learn to do that?” you asked.

He chuckled softly. “Did you think I was innocent?”

That was a good question. 

“Well, no…I guess I never really thought about it. I mean, I never saw you with anyone,” you said honestly. It was true. Before things happened with Jungkook, you never really thought of any of the members fucking around in secret.

He kissed you again lightly and stroked your hair. “Some of us are better at managing our affairs than others.”

You sat up to look at him. “What do you mean by that?”

He sat up to face you, and affectionately ran his hand along your back. “You know what I mean.”

The realization hit slowly. The way he said it didn’t sound angry or accusatory, but you still averted your eyes in shame. He lightly kissed your cheek before continuing.

“Listen, it’s none of my business what you do in your own private life. I was well aware that you had been with someone recently. But I will say that Jungkook has all the desires of a full-grown man, but doesn’t know how to handle them like one.”

He wrapped his arms around you again and kissed your shoulder. You were working hard to process this information despite all the endorphins still flooding your brain.

“Does anyone else know?” you asked.

“No. I only realized it tonight on the balcony. But it makes sense. You supposedly had a date the same night Jungkook came back late from practice. The next day you were covered in marks and neither of you could look each other in the eye in front of me. Then what happened at the restaurant. It all fell into place.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“Same reason you didn’t tell me it was happening before we fucked. It’s just none of my business, and it doesn’t really affect how I think about you.”

You were surprised by how casually he was handling everything.

“You’re not worried about upsetting him?” you asked.

“He hasn’t exactly been warm or friendly with me lately. Plus, if he’s going to fool around with someone, he’s going to have to learn to manage his jealousy. He can’t expect her to be exclusive when he can’t give her what she deserves in return,” he said, looking you in the eye. “None of us can.”

“And what does she deserve?”

He eyed you carefully, assessing your body language before continuing. “Loyalty. Time. Emotional availability.  All the things that make a relationship healthy.” He fell silent, hoping you’d pick up on the subtext.

Jimin pulled you both back down to rest on the bed before the moment got too heavy. He stroked your arm again and resumed tracing your skin with his lips.

“So what can you offer?” you asked.

“Are you asking if we can do this again?” You didn’t bother responding. He knew.

He continued kissing your neck and chest as he answered.

“Obviously my friendship.” Kiss “My body, when I have time.” Kiss. “The freedom to get your needs met with other people if I can’t.” Kiss. “And the option to stop and go back to being casual friends at any…” kiss, “…point, if you decide…” kiss, “…you didn’t want this.” Kiss.

“You won’t let things get messy?” you asked.

“Only in the dirty way,” he responded and kissed you again, this time on the lips. When he broke away, he paused, trying to articulate his next thought.

“I’m fine with you fucking Jungkook if that’s what you want. Just be careful. Make sure he knows what he’s getting into. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

You nodded.

You stayed in his arms for a while longer, but snuck out in the middle of the night once everyone else had fallen asleep. Hoseok never did end up coming to the bedroom—you walked past his sleeping form draped over the couch on your way out.

You had quite a lot to mull over. You knew you had to talk to Jungkook. How you were going to do that without mentioning Jimin, you weren’t sure.

Throughout the day, you put off texting him, only growing more nervous as you procrastinated. You weren’t sure how long you should wait, wondering if you could hold off until your next rehearsal with him.

You were happy to have the next few days off, though. You had been at the mercy of others, both physically and emotionally, for so long that you were drained. You felt much better after a long run followed by a warm bath and a nap. You spent the rest of the evening indulging in trashy reality shows, not even bothering to change out of your robe.

Then, your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID—Jungkook.

“I’m outside. Let me up,” he said, as soon as you answered. The line went dead. You hesitated, not prepared to face him yet. Clenching your jaw in frustration, you buzzed him in.

Not ten seconds later, you heard him knock.

“We need to talk,” he said, brushing past you as soon as you opened the door. His perfect frame loomed over you, looking tall, muscular, and tense. You tried not to notice how attractive he was.

Closing the door behind you, you turned to face him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

His eyes narrowed and his expression darkened. “Where did you go last night?”

Not wanting to lie but not wanting to admit the truth, you feigned innocence, crossing your arms defiantly. “I was there all night.”

“Try again.”  You avoided his glare.

“I was there.”

“Nobody saw you after you left the dance floor,” he said, and you could see his jaw muscle protruding as he clenched his teeth. Damn, he looked good when he was angry. But no. You couldn’t get distracted. It was time to put a stop to this. 

“I’m surprised you noticed. I thought you were preoccupied,” you said hotly.  

“Don’t give me that!” he spat. You stared at your feet and remained quiet. After a few minutes, he continued on. “Jimin was missing all night too.”

Your stomach tied in a knot and you forced yourself to look up at him. He stepped closer to you and took your chin in his hands. Your skin felt like it was on fire under his fingers. He leaned in close. Your breath caught as, for a moment, it seemed like he might kiss you, but he turned your head to the side at the last second, exposing your neck.

“These are new.” You stayed silent as he traced a finger along the fresh purple marks Jimin had left on your skin. He let go of your chin as a short, bitter laugh fell from his lips.

“So it’s true. You’re not just my slut after all.”  

You slapped him hard across the cheek. He pressed his hand to the angry red mark yours had left and he looked taken aback.

“I’m getting really tired of you thinking that just because we fucked, I somehow belong to you. You don’t fucking own me.”

“That’s not how you felt when I had you bent over the table.”

You went to slap him again, but this time he caught your wrist.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook? Do you want me to be at your beck and call? Saving myself only for you while you’re off on world tours for months at a time? Promising loyalty when you know better than I do that anything beyond casual hookups would be impossible?”

“I just don’t want the fact that you’re fucking him to be constantly rubbed in my face.”

“Jesus Christ, Jungkook. Jimin and I weren’t doing anything at that point! You were acting like a jealous boyfriend over nothing! You didn’t even ask me about it. You just assumed we must be fucking behind your back.”

“Weren’t you?” he asked.

“No,” you said flatly.

“And now?”

You remained quiet for a moment.

“You ditched me for that makeup artist,” you accused.

“I didn’t fuck her.”

“You were cold to me for days.”

“And you weren’t just as cold to me?” he clapped back. You didn’t have anything to say to that.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” you whispered finally.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“Just once.”

“Last night?”

You nodded.

“And you didn’t do anything before then?”

“I kissed him after he took me home when I was drunk and upset. He stopped it before things went further.”

He chewed on his tongue for a second. “Will you fuck him again?”

You hesitated, giving yourself time to consider.

“Yes,” you answered. “Probably.”

He inhaled sharply. You could see that it stung a bit. “What about us?” he asked.

You frowned. You knew that you were making the right decision, but a big part of you wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around his wide shoulders and kiss him. But this had to be done. “We might be better off if there wasn’t an ‘us’.” 

“Why?!” he demanded.

“Because I honestly don’t think you could handle things as they are if we continue. You acted like a fucking child just because I sat next to Jimin. How are you supposed to keep your cool if I’m fucking him?”

“You underestimate me.”

“You think you’ll be mature?” You said. He glared at you. “Is that what you’re doing right now? Being mature? You’re still acting like a child.”

His hand went to grab your neck and he squeezed, only slightly, as a warning. “Watch it,” he growled. Something about the way he was looking at you while he held your throat in his hand sent tingles rippling throughout your body. You were so fucking pissed at him. But he was so dominant. The submissive part of you wanted more. He was no longer acting like a child. In that moment, you were painfully aware that Junkgook was a whole man. 

He stared down at you, chest heaving in rage. His breath was hot on your lips. He narrowed his eyes. The energy between you shifted. You suspected he felt it too.

“You really think that Jimin can give it to you better than I can?”

“That’s not…” your breath caught mid-sentence, “…that’s not the point.”

“You really think he can make you come like I can? Toss your body around like it’s nothing? Take control the way I can...the way I know you want?”

You averted your eyes from him, not wanting to admit the truth. Jimin was good. He was an expert at eating you out and he knew how to work your body to get the results he wanted, but Jungkook had a passion and brute strength that Jimin could never match. He knew it. And you wanted it. Hard.

He knew that too.

“You can pretend to be above it all you want,” he whispered, “but we both know at the end of the day, you’re a submissive little slut, begging to be filled with my cum. I can read you like a book.”

You glared at him again in defiance, but he was right. He knew exactly what to say to get you to submit. 

“Biting your lip, trying to act like you don’t want me to sink my teeth into it,” he said, and you quickly removed your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Breathing heavily, like you’re trying hard to keep your composure.” You tried to steady your breath.

“Nipples so hard, I can see through your robe,” he said, and untied the belt that kept the satin in place, exposing the entire front of your body to his gaze. He ran his thumb over one of the swollen buds. Your breath caught in your throat at the contact and you pleaded with your body not react to the sensation.

“Fine. Don’t admit it. Your body does that for you.”

His hand slid down your torso, coming to rest between your thighs and stroking you softly, feeling how slick you were. You swallowed hard and fought back a moan. 

When he removed his hand a moment later, he brought his index finger up to your face and pressed it firmly against your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself and acknowledge your arousal. 

Your body was silently begging to be filled with his cock. He relaxed his grip on your throat and stroked your neck softly with his thumb. Your eyes fluttered shut, your resolve waning. 

“I was wrong. You’re still my slut.”

“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you said, shoving him away from you, but he caught you and pulled you into him, crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, and you lost all semblance of self-control, flinging your arms around his neck and kissing him back deeply. He picked you up with seemingly no effort and carried you over to the couch, where he sat down and planted you on his lap, facing him. Once again, you found yourself straddling his thigh. He gripped your hips hard and dug his thumbs into your flesh.

“Move,” he commanded, and forced you to rock against him, knowing how much you loved riding his thighs. You greedily obliged, rolling your hips down hard against him as he bounced his leg up and down under you, increasing the pressure on your clit. You moaned loudly.

He held your body down firmly in place and watched as you gyrated on him, tits bouncing up and down in time with his heel. His mouth found its way to your neck and he bit the skin hard, before sucking on it to draw more blood to the surface. He was marking you where Jimin could see.

He smacked your ass hard, and his mouth moved down to your nipples, taking a hard bud in between his teeth and gently tugging, before swirling his tongue around it. He sucked softly. Your senses were so heightened by that point that every single touch from him elicited a moan.

Jungkook’s eyes wandered over your body. You could see the pride on his face knowing that despite your best efforts, you couldn’t resist him. You gripped his shoulders for more leverage and sped up your movements. Eventually, you could feel a coil winding tightly in your abdomen, threatening to burst.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I…” your muscles tensed and the rest of your sentence got lost in your throat. 

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said and abruptly shoved you off of him. You fell to the floor hard.

“What the hell?!” you shouted, half wanting to slap him again and half wanting to jump right back on.

“You haven’t earned it.”

“What?!” you spat, closing your robe in front of you to cover yourself.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, and grabbed either side of the fabric, forcing it back open. You didn’t fight it. He knew this was exactly what you wanted. You craved more. You wanted to see what he would do when he was pushed.  

“What the fuck do you mean I haven’t earned it?!”

He picked your body back up off the floor and bent you over his knees. He spanked you hard, disciplining you for talking back. You let out a yelp.

“Do you want this cock or not?”

As much as you hated him right then, you couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

“Suck it.”

He let go of your torso to allow you to kneel beside him and undo his belt. You unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers to allow his cock to spring free. It was rock hard, begging for your mouth. You spit on the tip first and gave it a tentative lick.

“Don’t tease,” he warned.

You tucked your hair back out of the way and leaned down to envelop his throbbing dick in your mouth. He let out a low groan, and you locked eyes with him, encouraged by his reaction.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he whispered as you bobbed your head up and down until he hit the back of your throat. He reached over and smacked your ass again, and you moaned into his cock. Cupping his balls in one hand, you licked from base to tip before swirling your tongue around him and sucking hard.

He let out a sharp gasp when you relaxed your throat and took it all into your mouth, swallowing around it. You gagged a bit and backed off it. A string of saliva clung to your lip and dripped down onto his intimidating erection. You looked back up at him, waiting for his reaction.

“You want me to fuck your pretty little face?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He shifted his position so he was on his knees in front of you. He grasped your hair in a ponytail with his fist and guided himself back into your mouth.

You relaxed your jaw again as best you could while he hit the back of your throat. You gagged on it, tears filling your eyes as he thrust into you over and over, but you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to make him come.

Reaching over you, Jungkook smacked your ass again, and your moans sent vibrations down his shaft.

“You want my cum? Is that it?” You nodded impatiently, his cock still in your mouth. “Too bad,” he said, and quickly withdrew himself from you again, causing you to lose balance and fall forward on the floor.

He picked you back up, flinging you effortlessly over his shoulder and carried you to your bed, throwing you down on it when he arrived. You marveled again as his sheer strength.

He climbed over you, reclining on his back, and he pulled you on top of him to straddle his hips. You felt his cock pulse against your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet right now,” he whispered, and you bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You rolled your hips down onto him. “Such a slut,” he said with a devilish grin. Before you could get his cock inside you however, his hands gripped your waist, lifting you up again with ease. He pulled your body towards the head of the bed and set it back down on him so you could straddle his mouth.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and forced his tongue in you. You bucked your hips and he encouraged your movements with his arms, helping you ride his face. The feeling of his mouth underneath you as you rocked back and forth on it was intense, hot, and enthralling. It was also short-lived.

Never truly allowing you to get your fill, he quickly sat up, catching you in his arms and flipping you over onto the bed so that he could climb on top of you. He pinned your arms to your sides and paused, letting his eyes run over your body. He took in the sight of you beneath him, panting, angry, and absolutely dying to be fucked. You struggled beneath him, trying to free your arms, but to no avail. He held you down firmly in place, waiting.

“What do you want?” he asked. He was going to make you beg for it.

“I want you.”

He waited, not fully satisfied with your answer.

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

He didn’t respond.

“Jeon Jungkook. If you don’t fuck me right now I am going to explode. I want you to beat my pussy up with your massive cock until I scream. I want you to absolutely ruin me so I can’t even stand. I want you to stretch me out the way only you can, and then I want you to fill me with your cum.”

He exhaled with a smirk, and moved off you only to force your legs open with his hands and position his cock at your entrance. Slowly he pushed the tip into you, noticing how your legs shook as soon as he entered. He pumped in and out of you at an excruciatingly lazy pace.

“Jungkook, please.”

At that, he started slamming into you. Your fingers went to your clit, but he grabbed your hand.

“I’m the only one making you come tonight.”

He replaced your fingers with his own, and he traced quick, steady circles around your clit. As soon as he touched you, the fire between your legs began to grow, threatening to overtake you. He lifted your legs up over his shoulder and rammed his body into you, his chest slapping loudly against the back of your thighs. You could feel his cock slamming up against your g-spot over and over again. A new, strange sensation began to build within you. 

Without warning, you felt yourself succumb to his body, orgasm slamming into you unannounced with a vengeance. This time was different. Your felt your juices spill out all over the bed in a fountain, ruining the sheets.

After a few more thrusts, you felt his body seize up and then release, filling you up with his cum. He rode out his orgasm in you for a few moments before finally collapsing beside you.

You both took some time to catch your breath.

“Holy shit, Jungkook,” you exhaled heavily. You felt his cum start to drip out of you, running down your thigh and mixing with your own in the sheets.

“I didn’t know you were a squirter,” he said, rolling over to look at you. It took you a minute to find your voice again.

“Honestly, neither did I.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Never?”

You shook your head. He reclined back to rest on the pillows again, self-satisfaction evident on his face. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny that it had felt more intense than any orgasm before it.

‘Well shit,’ you thought. ‘I am his slut.’

𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?!

𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 ‘𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.

[𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙭 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

“Don’t you dare make a single sound.” Severus hisses while he has you pushed up against a shelf of books.

He wraps a hand around your throat to keep you pinned and lets the other stray downwards until it reaches the end of your skirt. You squirm as his hand trails over your thighs, leaving behind a bed of goosebumps.

“S-Severus.” You said his name like a prayer and you sounded heavenly, but it was too loud for his taste.

His hand is quick and sharp when he pulls it back, only to harshly slap it against your panty-covered pussy, “I said be quiet.” He demands again as you whimper.

You bite down on your bottom lip as his palm and fingers rub slowly over your covered clit, but it doesn’t stop you from squirming further, making him tighten his grasp around your neck.

“Don’t piss me off more than your brother already has. I have no problem using you to get Potter off my back.”

You weren’t sure what hurt more, his grudge against you because of who you’re related to, or the fact that he really was only using you to get back at your brother; but then his finger grazes over your clit in a certain way and you forget everything he said.

The hurt that crosses your face didn’t go unnoticed by the slytherin, but he pushes aside the guilt by inserting his hand into your panties. You gasp as his fingers touch your bare cunt, reaching towards your wet opening to gather your slick up to your clit.

“P-please I-”

You don’t know what you're pleading for, but you stop when suddenly he pulls his hand away and your body is being turned around to face the book shelf. A hand swats you your covered bottom, but he ignores your cry and instead lifts your skirt to drag both of his hands over your panty-clad rear.

“You just can’t listen, can you? I guess it runs in the family.”

He pulls your panties down to your ankles and you writhe from the cold air rushing against your slicked pussy, but you freeze when Severus drops to his knees. His hands knead your ass cheeks before he pulls them apart to inspect both of your openings. Your cute little butthole puckers from the sudden intrusion of privacy and your gaping hole, leaking of your sweet juices, pulses wildly; begging to be tasted. To be filled.

He can barely stop himself before he buries his face between your thighs. You sob as his cunning tongue prods your puckered opening first. He spreads your cheeks as far apart as he can to give his tongue more room to explore, allowing the tip to swirl around your rim. He moans gratefully as your tightest hole slowly opens up for him to ravish, but he pulls away. You needed time and to be better prepared to take his cock in your ass; time wasn’t something neither of you had right now.

“Gonna fuck this hole the next time I get my hands you.” He murmurs, but you hear him clearly and his words make you wiggle your bum in anticipation.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like the thought of me fucking your cute ass? Who would have thought the youngest Potter was such a whore?”

Your only reply is another whimper, but he doesn't need to hear your words, your reactions are more than enough to understand. Your hands grip the shelf tightly, trying to steady your shaking body, but it’s useless when you feel his tongue digging into your other hole.

“S-sev!”

Thankfully he’s too busy to notice or care for your little nickname slip-up and groans when he fully enters his tongue inside your opening, finally able to taste you like he’s wanted to since the first time he had inappropriate thoughts about you. Your sweetness and bitterness blended so well together, making him gather as much as he could on his taste buds, but as much as he wanted to taste you more forever; he knew your clit was begging for attention.

He pulls your body further away from the shelf, only to bend you over completely, spreading your legs further apart. You have no time to react before his lips suck in your nub with so much force that it makes you jump, causing the shelf to shake.

“Holy sh-”

You’re cut off when he releases your clit and begins dragging his tongue across it, switching from pattern to pattern. It was embarrassing how close you were already, but the pressure building up in your lower tummy was too good to forget. Reaching behind you, you grab a hand full of his hair and hold him right where you want him.

“Severus, I’m cumming!” You whisper as quietly as you can, but it’s no use.

You’re cumming hard and holding in any noises is impossible.

You hold him closer and tighter, practically grinding his face into your pussy, drowning him in your essence. He doesn’t seem to mind though, for he only grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth until you're fully spent. After you’ve heaved one final breath, he places a single kiss to your clit before standing up. He rises you up from bending over, only to shove you face-first into the shelf again.

“I think you're ready for my cock. Don’t you agree?”

You nod your head violently, making him chuckle.

“Good girl.”

He reaches down to undo his pants and pull out his cock; and before you can say or do anything, he’s inside of you and thrusting. He wraps his arms around you, undoing some of the buttons of your shirt to shove your bra down. His hands squeeze and twist your nipples while he hides his face in your neck.

Tilting your head, he’s lavishing your skin with wet kisses and nips.

“Merlin, look at you.” He rants, “Taking my cock so well. I wonder what Potter would think? His own little sister getting fucked where everyone can see.” He grunts when your cunt squeezes his shaft, “But you like it, don’t you? You like me fucking you right here, where anyone could catch us?”

You start muttering incoherent sentences and it riles him up even more. His thrusts speed up and can feel the burning sensation in your lower belly again. You clench around him tightly, making him growl.

“So fucking good, you feel so fucking good!” He blubbers as he feels his own pleasure coming to the edge.

You weep as he hits so deep inside of you, making your brain go foggy. It’s coming, you can feel it and you hope he does too, because before you can warn him, you're cumming around him. Your spasms spur on his own release and he over-fills you with his seed, making some of it slip out and run down your thighs. You both try to catch your breaths, but Severus can’t stop himself from holding you closer.

As you continuously wail for him during the after-shocks, he whispers sweetly in your ears.

“You did so well, love. Such a good girl for me.”

His endearments make you keen until a few voices gasp. You and Severus quickly turn your heads to the sources of the sounds. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach while Severus smirks and holds you tightly.

There stands your brother and his friends, all frozen and wide eyed at the sight in front of them. You pull your shirt around your chest, but the rest of your body stays still.

“Can’t you see we’re busy Potter?” Severus spits out, but he’s too amused to be angry.

James only looks at you in shock before uttering your name.

“Y-Yn. But- You-” He stutters.

You sadly look back at Severus, expecting to see him looking at Potter in victory, but he’s not. He’s looking at you, with the most sincere smile, like you're something he’s wanted all his life (which is true).

Butterflies flutter around in your stomach and you’re too happy to care about what your brother thinks as you stare at the young man you've liked since you first saw him.

James would get over it.

Eventually.

masterlist.

Dirty thought of the day

Fuck, I want to do ungodly things to you

do you have any nsfw headcanons for todoroki natsuo?

⸻ my favorite todoroki <33 i could go on about him for hours

tw !! nsfw, rough sex, mentions of a daddy kink, quirk play

switch w/ a dom lean. that's all i'm going to say

he's very into rough sex ( if you're okay w/ it, of course ) because he sees it as a way to get rid of all his pent up anger & stress. ( i mean, c'mon, he's a college student )

if you even begin to say the word " daddy, " he's out. it's an immediate turn off for him ⸺ he won't be able to continue after that. it's one of the only kinks he cannot get in to & he's unapologetic about it. depending on his mood at the time, he might not get sexual with you for a while after that

he's probably pretty affectionate if the two of you are having slow / sleepy sex because he wants you to know that he appreciates & loves you. he doesn't want his relationship with you to end up like his mother & father's did.

if he's in a subby mood, that usually only means slow & soft sex. he wants validation & praise if he's being submissive to you

not very into quirk play because he ( as a med. student & just a smart individual ) knows that frostbite sucks to have. but, he will give your neck cold, little kisses or slip his hands under your shirt and trail his fingers up your spine ( just enough to give you goosebumps ) if he's horny.

not nsfw but !! he likes spooning !! it doesn't matter if he's the little or big spoon, he just likes how intimate it feels to hold you / be held by you

I Feel You || smut with Reader, Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Words: 2055

Warnings: SMUT!

Author: Rouge

A/N: Hi. Beast had inspired me to write this little smut and I have to admit it was a great fun for me to write it. Also, I was listening to the song with a nice climate (it's my subjective opinion of course). Schiller - I feel you ♥

That night I went out, trying to get rid of all my problems, trying to forget about them. Plan was simple - get out to have a drink in local bar, maybe dance a bit and then come back to home. And I almost accomplished all things I had on my list. ALMOST. I was sitting at the bar, in my tight black dress I used to wear only for special occasions. But hell, wasn't it a special occasion that I wanted to get drunk to forget about that fucking asshole he used to call himself my boyfriend and who had slept with my best friend? For me it was enough as a reason. I had my red high hills on along with red leather jacket on my shoulders. What? I wanted to look classy. Yes, I can agree that I might look a bit like a cheap slut, but let's be honest - every single girl has something from a slut deep inside. It might be wild fantasies or the way you are dealing with your sexuality, wearing strong makeup or defiant clothes. Sometimes you're doing it subconsciously, sometimes taking all responsibility for that. But yes. You want to look good and to make men lose their heads for you. So did I. When I was drinking my fourth glass of whiskey with cola, I felt someone was watching me. I gently looked around above my shoulder and I saw two men I was not expecting to meet in such place. Steven Grant Rogers and James "Bucky" Barnes. I send them a brief smile and I returned to sipping on my alcohol. I still could feel their eyes on me. Hell, it was kinda... Exciting. I felt how fast I was getting drunk. But suddenly my heart stopped within second. It was when I felt a rough hand on my tight. "I feel you" strong voice whispered straight into my ear. His hot breath hit back of my neck and I shivered slightly, feeling how excitement was growing in me. I bit my lover lip and held my breath for few seconds. Few moments later I felt a pair of heated lips on my neck and I let out a quiet moan. I turned my head a bit to look at my left side. I saw how Bucky was taking seat next to me at the one of high bar chairs. "What are ya doin' here alone, little one?" I heard same voice, which I have heard earlier. I knew it was no one else but Steve Rogers. Captain America himself. "I'm having a nice evening" I smirked. I cursed myself in my thoughts for that statement. It sounded like a confession of a frustrated teenager. "Oh, are ya?" Bucky laughed loudly, finishing his drink and putting his glass on the counter. "It's not a safe place, especially for such a cutie." I looked into his pale blue eyes and gave a little nod. "Maybe. But I'm a brave girl." I saw, how they exchanged glances between each other. Second later I felt Steve's chin on my bare shoulder. It scratched a bit because of his beard. "Mind to end this evening with us?" he asked, ending his sentence by leaving a kiss on my earlobe. "You won't regret it, sweetheart." I didn't want to admit it in front of myself then, but his deep voice, the way he was talking and the touch of his hand on my thigh just made me wet. I only nodded, biting on my lower lip again. "Tell us your name, babe" Bucky reached his metal hand towards me and ran his metal fingers through my hair. "Y/N" I said quietly, almost whispering. "Y/N.... Perfect name for such a cutie.." Steve murmured deeply, his lips still were on the back of my neck.

 "Thanks, boys" I chuckled softly, closing my eyes while I was finishing my whiskey. "You won't ask for our names, huh?" Steve's hand traveled up my thigh and after a while I felt like his fingers have been slipped under satin material of my dress. I hummed lovingly. I good knew he could easily tell by reactions of my body, that I was turned on. All my muscles were tensed at that moment. "I don't have to ask. I know you. Both of you" my voice was nothing more but a whisper. "James Barnes" I looked at Bucky, "and Steve Rogers" I moved my hand to briefly ran my fingers along Steve's hand, which was still resting on my thigh. "Well, well" Bucky smirked, slipping his metal fingers into his hair. "As I see we're recognizable up here, pal" Bucky's blue eyes slided over upper part of my body to stop at Steve's steel one. Cap sighed deeply, I felt the smell of strong cognac on my cheek. "So, how it's gonna be, babygirl?" Bucky leaned over to me and he placed a short kiss on my lips, without any signs of hesitation. I didn't protest at all, just improved my position a bit. I didn't care if anyone was watching. I didn't pay attention to jealous gazes. I didn't want anything else but to go out of the bar and get laid with them. It was my main goal. I gave kiss back, as disjointed as it was. I gasped for air, because Bucky left me breathless after that little kiss. I wanted more. I was a bit drunk. But I didn't care. I grabbed Bucky by a collar of his leather jacket and I pulled him closer to me, then I slowly kissed his hot lips, enjoying the roughness of his beard at my face. I decided to be more like a real coquette, so I let my tongue to be slipped into his mouth boldly, and after his humming I could tell he liked that. At the same time I moaned quietly as I felt strong hand moving up my inner thigh and second later I felt skillful fingers, which were playing with my lacy panties. They have been slipped under material and I had to control myself from groaning. I was still kissing Bucky, my hand has been placed at one of his knees, I had to support my body balance somehow and it was the most effective way to do so. Bucky's tongue was happily dancing with mine as Steve's fingers were making little circles around my yet dripping pussy. When we ended the kiss, I felt Steve's hand on my cheek. He forced me to turn my head to him so he could taste my lips too. His kiss was strong and full of passion. I moaned quietly in his lips when I felt like his fingers have been taken away from my pussy. Steve looked at me and slowly but surely he placed his fingers which he used to play with me into his mouth. Blonde man briefly licked over them, smiling at his friend. "C'mon. Don't waste our time" Bucky winked at Steve and they both got off their chairs. "Shall we, babe?" Bucky glanced at me. He didn't have to repeat twice. "Sure" I also got up and took my little bag from the counter. "Lead the way, guys."

The air was stifling. Sweltering. Hazy with the aura of sex. The frenzied gagging, slapping, and squelching along with animalistic growls, deep groans and hoarse mewls resonated deafeningly through the otherwise silent compound. The scent of my flowing arousal and the sounds of our carnal lust overflowed from the confines of the room’s four walls; anyone on this side of the building would all but see our frantic coupling. My skin was damp. Dewy. Saturated with moisture from my own body as well as the two frames I was crushed between. Saliva, sweat and slick. Perspiration dripped from the hair that hung over Steve’s forehead. It ran down Bucky’s neck, trickling through every crevice of his chiseled chest and abdomen. With every push and pull, their fluids fell to mingle with my own. Spittle was forced from my mouth with each plunge of Steve’s length into my mouth. His hand clamped firmly onto the back of my neck, and every time he pushed himself into my throat, more cascaded down my chin and neck. Bucky’s thick shaft drove into me at a turbulent pace as his metal fingers rolled my clit, and my pleasure seeped down my thighs. The pain was present. Perfect. Clouding my mind and overwhelming my senses. The effort to keep from being choked on Steve’s member stole my breath. Bucky’s girth stretched my walls and ground deep against my cervix, making my body thrash each time he sunk himself fully inside me. Each powerful drive of his hips forced me into Steve, nearly strangling me on his cock. Their grips were unforgiving. Both of Steve’s hands fisted my hair. Bucky’s fingers dug into my shoulder. My roots strained and bruises formed on my skin as they played tug of war with my body. It was so much. But not enough. It was never enough. The end was furious. Ferocious. Bucky and Steve dragging me with them as they ravenously chased the gratification of their insatiable hunger. Steve achieved his high first. His heaving breaths became strained warnings. “Ah… ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum.. Shit! Shit, oh God…!” His cock throbbed against my tongue and released spurt after spurt of thick cum down my throat. He slumped forward, one bulging arm supporting his weight, and his other hand held my neck unrelentingly until I had swallowed all he had given me. “Shit! Good girl. Such a good, good girl..” he groaned as he continued to convulse above me. Finally he fell back onto his haunches, although his fingers remained in my hair, stroking gently as I gasped for air. The moans now fell unrestricted from my lips as Bucky neared his end, his thrusts becoming more savage. “Buck, flip her over.” Bucky ignored him momentarily, his head falling backward as he gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his length mercilessly. My arms came out from under me. “Bucky. TURN HER OVER” Captain Rogers commanded again. A feral growl ripped from Bucky’s throat as he wrenched himself from me. He stepped off the bed and yanked me to the edge by my ankle, leaving yet another bruise. Before I could draw another breath I was rolled onto my back with my legs hooked over Bucky’s forearms. He grasped my hips, burying himself deep inside my pulsating cunt. He was close. The brutal snaps of his hips became erratic, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open. Steve fell beside me. His fingers went to my bundle of nerves, pinching, rolling, circling. His beautiful lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My back arched off the bed and every muscle contracted. Bucky moaned in response. “Oh God… Hell… Fuck, fuck babe!” His guttural cries and his hot release spilling into me were enough. I lost myself to the ecstasy, screaming both their names for anyone to hear. "Bucky! Steve!" I was only able to cry their names, desperately. Steve slid his fingers into my clenching cunt and drew every last euphoric tremor from my body as Bucky continued to pulse within me. I shuddered one final time as they both slipped from me, leaving me empty but completely fulfilled. My eyes languidly drifted closed as Steve pulled my lips to his own. He brushed his fingers over my cheek as he softly brought me back to reality. Bucky fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. His thumbs danced over my hip bones and he placed faint kisses across my stomach as he knelt there, thanking me. I basked in the satisfied exhaustion, relishing in their caresses. I felt Steve move behind me, and I hummed as he hoisted me up, resting my back against his hard chest. My head lolled to the side and his tongue trailed up my neck. Hot breath blew over my dripping folds before Bucky’s teeth nipped at my inner thigh, scratching my smooth skin with his rough beard.

 I closed my eyes, smiling softly.

 I knew it will be a long night. And fuck. I have wanted it to last forever.

When I Take Over Control || Bucky Barnes x reader smut drabble

Words: 3959

Warnings: SMUT!

Author: Rouge

I hated Bucky Barnes. He was ruining me. He sent absolutely filthy texts to me at work, making my face flush and the afternoons long and miserable. I had to painstakingly pick tops and accessories that covered the bruises and love marks scattered across my neck and shoulders. My muscles were nearly always in delightful agony from our rough sessions together. He took any opportunity that presented itself to strip off his shirt in front of me. The pleasure he derived from watching me blush and try to tear my eyes away far outweighed any reservations he still had about his metal arm. He owned me and he knew it. Although HYDRA had tried their best to snuff out James Buchanan Barnes, the charming, cocky little shit he had been in the 40s had gradually reemerged. Bucky and I made a habit of going to the Tower’s gym together just about every day. He would work his body and fight his demons. He never voiced it, but I knew he appreciated my presence. He spotted me lifting weights, pushed me on runs and had insisted on teaching me self defense. It gave him a little peace of mind knowing I was strong and could take care of myself. He was also greatly amused when I constantly told him “Fight me.” after we spent a week on hand to hand combat. Bucky was usually all business while working out, but he was in rare form today. He spent the entire elevator ride up standing behind me, sliding his palms up my sides and groping my ass. When we reached the gym floor I stepped out ahead of him, dodging a very sweaty and tired looking Clint. Bucky nodded to Clint and followed me out of the elevator, landing a resounding slap onto my ass as he passed me. An hour later I had collapsed to the gym floor in a puddle of sweat. Bucky was lying on a bench across the room, pressing a bar that weighed more than two of me. As I lay there trying to breathe normally again, I took the opportunity to admire him. His bare chest and abdomen glistened with sweat and heaved with exertion. His gym shorts had ridden up slightly, and the brawny muscles in his thighs bunched as he dug his feet into the floor. His metal arm shone in the fluorescent light. The quiet whirring sound it emitted and the delicious grunt he huffed out with every rep made catching my breath more difficult. I was enthralled with every move his tantalizing body made. I pushed myself up off the floor and sauntered toward him as his bar clattered back onto the rack. He sat up and I bit the inside of my cheek as I leaned against the machine next to him. The veins in his forearms were bulging as he pulled his arm across his face, swiping away sweat. A stray strand of dark brown hair had fallen from his loose bun and was plastered to his damp neck. The sweat that had pooled in the dip of his collarbone rolled slowly down his chest. My eyes followed as it trickled its way to the waistband of his sweats. I swallowed heavily at the almost overwhelming impulse to follow the wet trail with my tongue. “Enjoyin’ the view?” I ran my tongue over the indention my teeth had left in my lip, still ogling him shamelessly. “Its the only enjoyable thing about coming here.” Bucky huffed out a short laugh and unscrewed the cap off his water bottle. “Better quit lookin’ at me like that, doll,” he took a long gulp of water, letting a droplet escape the corner of his mouth and trickle down his chin. “That door doesn’t lock and I’d hate to accidentally give somebody a show.” He sat the bottle down, fixing me with his clear blue gaze. “You know, I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist” I purred, brazenly meeting his intense stare. His stubbled jaw tightened. “But I think you have one more set left,” I smirked as I bent to grab his water bottle, giving him a up close look at my sweat-sheened chest. I straightened, removed the lid and took several long sips, being sure to let a significant amount of water escape and rush down my neck and through the valley between my breasts. Bucky blinked. I made a show of deeply swallowing and let out a satisfied and slightly sensuous sigh. I noticed Bucky’s flesh hand twitch and I relished in giving the teasing bastard a taste of his own medicine. I winked cockily as I pivoted and strutted across the gym to retrieve my bag, feeling proud of myself for finally gaining one small victory in this game we played. As I reached the treadmill where I had haphazardly dropped my bag, I heard the weights rattle as Bucky began to press the bar again. Bucky was always a silent worker in the gym. Heavy huffs were the only noises he had ever made. But the bastard was now grunting with every press. Husky, lustful sounds that made my core flutter. They were sounds I had only heard in moments of fiery passion. Blurred images of hot skin, gripping hands, rolling hips and euphoric cries flashed through my mind. I slowly turned back to face him as he brought the bar down for his last rep. He pressed it from his chest. Bare, shining skin, every muscle straining, a pornographic sight… and then he moaned. The fucker unabashedly moaned. Bucky deposited the bar back onto the rack and let his arms flail to his sides. As I stared, captivated with his immense, muscular form, his ribcage began to bounce as he chuckled. “What the hell are you laughing at?” I hitched my gym bag strap onto my shoulder and glared at him. Bucky just swung one powerful leg over the bench and stood. Pinning me with his lecherous gaze, he crossed the room in a few long strides. He stopped close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body, and the sweet musk of sweat, soap and leather surrounded me. The combination was potent. I fixed my eyes on his and tried to ignore the intoxicating effect he had on me. I inhaled shakily as his metal hand snuck its way to my skin. “You can try teasin' me doll,” his words dripped from his mouth like honey, smooth and decadent. He drew his cool metal finger down my side. “But it's a game you just won’t win.” The fog clouding my brain grew thicker the lower his hand drifted. The tip of his finger lightly curled just under the hem of my shorts just as his tongue dragged a short path from just below my ear to my lobe, which he delicately caught between his teeth. I involuntarily shuddered and he instantly stepped away. I blinked blankly into his face and exhaled sharply, my mind a muddled mess. Bucky winked. “See you upstairs.” He then spun on his heel and strutted out of the gym. I gaped at his broad back until he disappeared. The door slammed behind him, jolting me from my dazed state. Damn him. I knew what he wanted. He expected me to fly after him, a quivering mess of need and want, begging him to take me in every possible way. While there is absolutely nothing wrong with being taken every which way by Bucky Barnes, I was not going to do it this time. I was going to win a round once. I knew he would be in the shower, waiting for me to fling the glass door open and pull him under the water, throwing myself onto his wet skin, skimming my hands over every reachable inch of his chiseled form, tangling my fingers in his dripping hair… as I always did. But not this time. I stomped toward the gym shower, thankful that I had a tiny travel bottle of body wash and an extra t-shirt buried in my bag. I stripped and stepped under the near scalding spray. The water flowed through my hair and over my skin, the steam enveloping me for the next 10 minutes as I imagined all the indulgently dirty things I was going to do to Bucky Barnes. I knew I didn’t have long before Bucky would come back looking for me, so I hurriedly swept a towel over myself before shrugging on the oversized shirt. It stuck to my still damp skin and my hair left wet spots on my shoulders. I decided to forgo my sweaty underwear and shorts, making sure my shirt covered my ass and held the bag strategically placed over my front. I dashed for the elevator and prayed everyone else was otherwise engaged in the Tower. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I arrived at Bucky’s room without encountering any of the others. As I tapped the code to open the door, I bit my lip, shivering at the thrill of what was about to come. I let the door close with a bang behind me as I sauntered into the apartment, tossing my bag onto the couch. The bedroom door flew open and a very irritated looking Bucky stepped out. He had obviously just finished his shower. The ends of his hair were still shedding tiny droplets of water and several small strands stuck to his forehead. He glared at me, clearly disgruntled after being left to shower alone. He was also naked from the waist up, only wearing low-slung black sweatpants. Damn, if he wasn’t the most sinful looking piece of heaven I had ever seen. “Where did you go? Why do you look like you've already showe-…” He trailed off mid sentence, noting my appearance. His eyes roved over my figure, assessing my half dressed state. “What are you wearing?” he asked in a low voice. “A shirt,” I replied flippantly as I leaned over the couch, rummaging through my bag for my water. I exaggerated the stretch, making sure he got a glimpse of my bare ass. “Yours, actually.” I thought I heard him growl. “Tell me you did not come all the way up here in that.” His tone was menacingly calm. I straightened and faced him, tossing the cap from my bottle over my shoulder. “I came all the way up here in this.” Bucky’s eyes darkened. I took long swallows of water and stared back insolently. “What if someone had seen you? What if Tony had happened to step in with you?” I drained the bottle. “So what?” His jaw clenched and I grinned audaciously. “You’re mine.” I crossed my arms. “You don’t own me. I don't belong to anyone” Bucky took one slow step toward me. “You’re mine.” Then another. “You’re my girl.” Another step. “You’re my dirty little girl. It's my cock fillin’ your mouth and your tight cunt. It's my name you scream every night. No one else’s.” He was now so close that my breasts, bare under the thin shirt, grazed his massive chest. His soft breath in my ear contrasted with the rough stubble scraping my cheek. I wanted to give in. To fall into him, let him ravage me and indulge every lustful craving. But this time, even if it was just this once, he would fall apart under me. “You can’t resist me.” I tilted my chin, smiling defiantly up at him. My fingertips slithered up the inside of his right thigh and I squeezed his hardening erection. Raising up on my toes, I giggled airily, pressing against him until my lips brushed his as I spoke. “You’re so right.” Bucky’s breath hitched. I nibbled on his full bottom lip before sucking it between my teeth. And then I abruptly pulled away, pushing past him toward the bedroom door. “What the hell?” he rasped behind me. I bit back my smirk. Got him. “Is there something you need?” I inquired sweetly as I turned to blink innocently up at him. Bucky growled, his metal hand lashing out to grasp the back of my neck. I stopped its advance, clutching his forearm in front of my face. His eyes flashed beneath his dark brow. “I said, is there something you need?” I asked again forcefully, letting my gaze wander from his eyes, to his inviting mouth and back up. “You know what I need,” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me. “I need you.” Say it,” I murmured. Bucky flexed his jaw. He loved being in control. “Say please, Bucky,” I breathed alluringly, releasing his arm and running my fingers over his stubble. “Say it and I can give you everything you want.” He sighed softly, his crystal eyes peering into mine. “Please… I want it.” “Tell me you need me,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.” With his throaty plea, the desire consumed me. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” I teased as I kneeled in front of him. I slid my palms up his powerful thighs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his sweats. My tongue skimmed along the line where fabric met skin from one hip to the other. As I gently tugged them down, I placed feathery kisses on every inch of newly revealed skin. When the pants dropped to his ankles I let my eyes travel up his frame. He was a solid wall of taut muscle. His hungry eyes were smoldering at me behind wisps of dark hair. He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the tip in my mouth and whimpered when the sweet taste of his precum coated my tongue. Bucky’s eyes dilated, dark pupils nearly blacking out sky blue. He brought up both hands to grasp my head, but I and snatched them away. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” Bucky arched a brow, bemused. I licked a long stripe from base to tip, still firmly squeezing his wrists. He sucked in a tight breath. “No touching” I ordered, dragging my lips along the underside of his cock. I released his hands and engulfed him in my mouth. Sliding my head up and down, slicking him and taking more and more of his length. Soon the head was hitting the back of my throat, producing a wet, choking sound. I took in a long gasp of air through my nose before pushing my head down, until he was fully sheathed in my throat and my nose had almost reached the short, black curls at his base. I swallowed around him, the walls of my throat massaging his girth. I gagged once and sat back. Bucky was clenching and unclenching his fists, his abs tightening with each gasping breath. I slipped a hand up the hard ridges and dragged my nails back down. His cock muffled my mewl. My other hand wrapped around his shaft and I began to jerk him as I sucked on the head. My tongue circled the tip with each pull of my hand and mouth. Bucky’s head fell back. His fingers flexed at his sides, battling the impulse to roughly grip my neck and fuck my throat as he so often did. Frenzied gagging sounds and guttural grunts filled the air. Saliva, forced out of the corners of my mouth with every plunge, rolled from my chin and slid down my throat. It was all so vulgar and everything I craved. Bucky tipped over the edge with a hoarse cry, swelling in my mouth. “Ah… fuck… ssshit…” He convulsed above me as pleasure wracked his body. I pressed my palm against him, and his warm, calloused hand gripped my wrist for support as he panted. The other came to rest on the back of my head, thumb stroking through my hair as I eagerly drank his load. I moaned around him, shamelessly begging him for every last drop. He was looking down at me as I slowly released him from my mouth. Chest heaving, pupils blown, eyes glazed over from his high. “Now.. Lay down.” Bucky blinked. “What?” I almost felt bad for impeding on his post-orgasmic bliss. Almost. “On the couch. Lay down. Now.” He took two steps back and lowered himself onto the couch, still looking slightly disoriented. “Don’t move” I murmured. I stepped up next to him, so close my knees brushed his shoulder. I lifted the hem of his shirt over my head, revealing my naked form underneath. The cool air raised chill bumps on my newly exposed skin. I let the shirt drop to the floor beside me. Bucky’s eyes never left mine as I brought one knee to rest between his head and the back of the couch. I placed the other on the sofa’s edge and my hands on the arm rest behind him. I could have come solely from the sight beneath me. Bucky was gazing up at me from between my legs, his eyes blazing with desire. His cool breath caressed my slick folds. I shoved a hand through his soft hair and tugged his face up to my pussy. “Make me come, Bucky.” He didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately running his tongue from my entrance to my clit. His hands came up to clutch my ass, burying his face in my cunt. The harsh scraping of his stubbled jaw on my inner thighs would be well worth it. He enclosed my bundle of nerves in his lips and began to flick his tongue over it while sucking gently. “Buck… Bucky, shhhit, oh god…” My high pitched whimpers and breathy curses filled the room. Both of my hands were twisted in his hair as I rode his pretty mouth. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass and he matched my rhythm, tongue stroking from my dripping entrance to massage my clit with every roll of my hips. “Oh fuck… don’t stop… I’m so close, baby” I panted breathlessly. Bucky groaned against my sex and my legs trembled. His rough flesh hand stretched up and tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. He wrenched my head down, arching my body back over him. His cybernetic arm wound around my waist, firmly holding my pussy to his lips, working my cunt for all he was worth. Alternating between delicately nibbling and sucking my clit, he landed a sharp slap to the back of my thigh that sent me spiraling into bliss. I trapped his head with my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. His unyielding hold on my hair kept me bent backward, broken and raspy screams falling from my throat. Eventually my muscles slackened and my cries faded to elated gasps. Bucky’s mouth lingered against my glistening folds, the tip of his tongue lazily lapped at my pulsing clit. His swollen lips kissed gingerly, and gentle tremors shook my body as I floated back to earth. I crawled down his body until I was straddling his waist, clasping the back of his neck with one hand and splaying the other through his long hair. He sighed at the sensation and I pressed my lips to his full mouth. His face was soaked with my orgasm. The taste of my arousal on his hot tongue drove me wild, and the moan that surged from my throat was swallowed by his fervid kisses. I was on fire, burning with the need to be surrounded by him, filled by him. I tugged his hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck to my wandering lips. “Do you want me, baby?” I whispered, my tongue gliding out to taste his skin. “You want to fuck me into this couch?” A low moan rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he sat upright. He wrapped his cool metal arm around my hips, crushing my soft frame to his hard body. His other hand skimmed up my side and clamped onto the back of my neck. My palms grabbed at his shoulders as he stood from the couch, his massive strength sweeping me up as if I was weightless. He turned, delving his tongue into my mouth. I captured it between my lips and sucked lightly. “Put your mouth on me.” He obeyed instantly, dipping his head to slide his lips up the column of my throat. “Yes, baby… so good,” I whimpered as Bucky ventured lower, sealing his mouth onto my nipple, biting softly. “So good for me.” “Take me, James,” I purred. “I want you inside me.” Bracing one hand against the arm of the couch, Bucky guided himself to my opening, swiping his length back and forth through my wetness. “Now, Bucky,” I pushed, digging my fingertips into his ribs and wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs. With a throaty groan, he plunged forward, burying himself fully in one thrust. With both hands grasping the armrest, he ground his hips against mine, driving as deep as he could. All the air flew from my lungs as slammed into me with all the power behind his hips and arms. With each punishing snap of his hips, he hit a spot that made my head spin and my walls seize around his thick cock. “Yes, god… oh fuck, Bucky!” I screamed, clinging to him for dear life. Blinding ecstasy swept my body. His breaths came in irregular heaves and every muscle was trembling. I knew he was close to coming undone all over again. “No. Not yet.” “What?” he grated out. “You’re not done yet,” I gasped, reaching down to the firm flesh of his ass, jerking him flush against me. “I want more. Give me one more.” Bucky growled harshly and pulled himself from me. His hair was falling around his face, casting dark shadows across his glinting eyes. Sitting back on his knees, he towered above me, making a ferocious sight. Snatching my ankle, he hoist my right leg onto his metal shoulder. As he sank himself once more into my pulsating cunt, he tossed my left leg over the other. He planted his palms on either side of my head, his bulk forcing me into the cushions. Slipping completely from me before ramming his length deep into my center, he desperately drove me toward my undoing. My knees were pinned against my shoulders, and with every unforgiving thrust, Bucky reached a place within me he had never been. “Don’t forget to breathe, darlin’.” His voice was strained, betraying his struggle to keep his own end at bay. He held my gaze as our bodies, slick with sweat, fused together again and again. Hair wisped against my face and each breath he took fanned across my skin. I choked for air and clung to his immovable arms. His name was the only word I knew and it fell from my lips in broken gasps and moans, over and over with each euphoric surge that wrecked my body. As I writhed below him, Bucky lost control over his climax. “Shit baby, I can’t… fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come..” His body went rigid and his cock throbbed inside me. I felt the rush of warmth spread through my core. Prayers, pleas and profanities spilled from his mouth. With one final rough cry, Bucky collapsed on top of me. His forehead rested on my breastbone as he struggled for breath. My eyes drifted closed and I tenderly carded my fingers through his hair as we basked in paradise together. “Look at me.” His cerulean eyes peered into mine, so trusting and vulnerable. “I’m yours, Mr Barnes. Always.”