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Roomie - PJM (M)
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Okay, to be fair. I did get a little unhinged with this. But I wanted Roomie Jimin smut something fierce so here it is.
This is pretty unedited, other than the lovely @quirkybtsarmy taking a look at it for me. Thank you babes I appreciate you!
Pairing: Park Jimin X Fem!Reader
Genre: Slice of Life!AU, Roommates!AU, Romance, Smut
Warnings: Reader is BLuNt (but she tries very hard to explain, she's not mean about it), it's pretty much pwp with a zesting of story. Also Jimin is bisexual, but reader is awks and makes some kinda ignorant assumptions (she really means well, she's just emotionally constipated dw dw). Smut warnings: Jimin's Filthy Mouth (this mans ya'll I can't resist-), penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (she's on the pill and all but for the love of everything use protection I stg I'm watching you, be safe for me pls), creampie, multiple orgasms, Seulgi seeing reader's puppy eyes for JM three thousand miles away.
Words: 9.9k (it's pwp... *nervous sweating*)
Rating: 18+
I don't know how I feel about this story, but I wanted to post cause I finished something and it hasn't been fifty years since my last update.
Pls enjoy, if it makes no sense I'm sorry-
Summary: After a disappointing slew of failed sexual escapades, you find yourself willing to do some crazy things.
Falling for your roommate not included.
Another failed sexual encounter. 
That makes four in the past two months!
Now, you weren’t really one to sleep around too much. But, hell, it’s your second to last year of your undergrad and life just fucking sucked. Too much work, too little sleep. It was all fucking ridiculous to be completely honest and all you wanted was a good lay. 
Apparently, college fuck boys aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. 
At least, not the ones you’ve gotten it on with. 
You unlocked your dingy apartment and kicked your heeled boots off. 
It was barely past one in the morning and your roommate was probably asleep. 
Sweet Jimin. 
Well, sometimes. Other times he was savage asshole Jimin but he didn’t usually make an appearance unless you’d left your laundry in the washer...
Again.
Jimin had been your roommate since the beginning of undergrad and he’d been a saving grace for you. You wouldn’t consider the two of you best of friends, but you were closer than most. Your undergraduate program was forensics with the interest of going into some kind of criminal justice but anthropology had more promising opportunities in regards to pay... Needless to say, Jimin being a performing arts major was definitely a reprieve from the stuffy labs and beakers you found yourself surrounded by on the daily.
You winced as you sat down on the couch. 
Honestly, you should’ve just left when the dude said you were wet enough without lube.
“Fucking assholes,” you growled, trying to sit comfortably. 
“We’ve all got one,” Jimin chuckled from his bedroom doorway. 
You shot him a glare, grimacing at the pain in your thighs and vagina. 
When you say you want someone to destroy you, you at least expect a little pleasure with that experience. Fuck...
Now, you’ve had good sex in the past. You’ve definitely had men make you cum, more than once. But the last time that had happened was getting further and further away. 
The sexy as fuck librarian at home, Kim Namjoon, had rearranged your guts after a cute little coffee date. Needless to say, you’d gladly let him destroy you again. 
“-okay?”
“Huh?” you said lamely, turning your head to fully look at your roommate. 
Jimin just sighed before coming over to you to sit next to you on the couch. His weight jostled you and made you huff in discomfort. 
“I asked, if you were okay?” he said, crossing one leg over the other as he lounged against the back of your couch.
You frowned, crossing your arms in obvious annoyance. “No, I’m not okay. Men around here don’t seem to understand that condoms may come with a little bit of lube but that doesn’t mean I’m wet enough to be fucked like a fucking ragdoll for five minutes.”
Jimin winced at your phrasing. You sighed and waved your hand. “Sorry,” you said, rubbing your face. 
“Why are you sorry?” he asked, raising a brow. 
“Cause you don’t want to hear about the woes of a stupidly horny female undergrad,” you said.
Jimin had only ever dated men, at least in the time you’ve known him. And that’s been the past three and a half years. You’d never explicitly asked him his sexual orientation, because it really didn’t matter to you. He was a good person, so who he dated wasn’t really your business. 
“If the horny female undergrad is you then I do want to hear it,” he said, pinching your cheek affectionately. 
You slapped his hand away and nodded, acquiescing to his request of ‘tea’.
“You remember when I went home for Easter? I had sex with Namjoon?” you said, already drooling at the memory. 
“The guy you wouldn’t shut up about for three weeks? Yeah, I remember his ‘god tier’ dick,” he sighed. 
“It’s almost new years... and he’s the last guy who made me cum,” you pouted. 
Jimin’s eyes widened, then his face turned confused. “But... But you’ve brought a couple guys home since then. I know that for damn sure,” he said.
“Just because I brought them home doesn’t mean they made me cum, Jimin,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. 
All you wanted was some good dick, was that too much to ask for? 
“Damn, that’s shitty... I’m sorry, Y/N, really,” he said, patting your shoulder.
You leaned forward on your knees, not without a flash of pain on your face. Jimin rubbed your back soothingly.
“Jeez, did this guy fuck you with a pole? Why do you keep making that face?” he asked. 
“Remember when I said men around here don’t know what lube is?” you asked, resting your face in your hands. 
“You’re shitting me...”
“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ for dramatic effect.
“Who is he? I’ll show him what fucking lube is while I fuck him up the ass without it,” he grumbled, feeling how tense your lower back was. 
You snorted, leaning into him comfortably. His gentle rubbing was helping your pain just a smidge. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll just soak in the tub for a minute and hopefully that’ll help,” you said. 
“Seems like a bummer since you didn’t even get to cum from it,” he frowned. 
“Sure is,” you said, letting out a big sigh into the dim light of your apartment.
Jimin just let you sit there for a minute, his hand releasing some of the tension from your aching muscles. You felt your eyes getting droopy and Jimin chuckled. “Come on, Y/N, you’ll be pissed at me if I let you sleep out here, get up,” he encouraged, moving to pull you up.
You let out a soft yelp of pain, thighs cramping up and causing you to stumble into Jimin’s arms like some stupid rom-com. Jimin’s face widened in panic as he grabbed you, trying to see what hurt. “Shit! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that bad, oh Y/N...”
You pouted up at him and Jimin just sighed before hauling you up into his arms. A sharp squeak left your throat as you clung to him so you didn’t fall. “Don’t squirm like that or your ass is going to hurt more than it already does,” he scolded. 
Biting your lower lip you just nodded, resting against him as he carried you to your room. Jimin tossed some comfortable clothes to you, a simple pair of panties and one of his old t-shirts you’d stolen at some point. He claimed it didn’t fit anymore and offered it to you when he’d found you wearing it on laundry day. 
If he was being honest, he just liked seeing you in his clothes. You had a cute ass that was barely covered by that shirt and fuck if he wasn’t going to take advantage of that, especially since you were clueless to his attraction to you.
It was true Jimin had only dated men since you’d moved in with him. But, what you didn’t know was his last relationship before your friendship had been with a woman. And it had ended pretty badly. She’d kicked him out of their apartment and he’d been homeless for about two months before his friend, Taehyung, had needed a roommate in the apartment you two now shared. 
He’d been a little adverse to women since his ex fucked him over, and he’d been openly bisexual for years so he’d dated men and hooked up with men exclusively for the past couple years. But you were making him want to start considering women again. 
Although, he didn’t really want to rush into anything with you. And it was certainly fun to tease you with lingering touches and watch your flustered expressions. 
Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew you found him attractive, you were the one putting a label on him, and he wasn’t going to correct you until you openly asked. 
He may be a touch of a sadist in his spare time.
“Do you want some painkillers?” Jimin asked, tossing the clothes he’d picked at you.
“Yeah, can you grab me some while I get these on?” You asked, reaching for your makeup wipes. 
“Sure thing,” he said, nodding and heading to the bathroom. You tossed your other clothes in the hamper and managed to tug the new panties on without much ceremony. You were sore, but the pain was dulling as you moved around a bit. 
You bent over to grab the t-shirt off the ground, it fell when you’d clambered out of bed to change. 
And Jimin had never been more thankful for his timing. 
Your perky ass greeted him as he came back into your room with a cup of water and tylenol. Jimin smirked and let out a low whistle as he blatantly stared at your panty clad behind. 
You jumped up and covered your chest with the t-shirt. “Hey! D-Don’t whistle at me!” you puffed your cheeks out in irritation and Jimin just laughed. 
“Sorry, I was just appreciating the view,” he said, walking past you and setting the medicine and water on your bedside table. 
“You can’t appreciate the true glory that is my ass,” you rolled your eyes. 
“Wanna bet? Drop your panties and I’ll show you how much I appreciate it,” he said, eyes sharp as he looked over his shoulder at you. 
Your throat tightened. 
Jimin made comments like this sometimes and it always made your chest throb... and, uh, other areas. Because he looked like he was serious. 
“Don’t tease me,” you said, shooing him with your hand that wasn’t desperately holding the shirt to cover your chest. 
He raised a brow before making a noise of acknowledgment. “If you say so,” he said, waving before turning and heading towards the door. 
Just before you dropped your shirt to put it on you heard Jimin’s voice from the hall. “I know how to use lube if you ever want a demonstration!” he called. 
After that you heard the sound of his door shutting.
And the sound of your heart beating really,
Really
Fucking loud.
--
You sat in the cafeteria after another brutal lecture.
Mid-terms were coming up and then winter break would begin and you’d go home to see your family for a week or two. 
You’d already drank three iced coffees and were considering a redbull when you felt the urge to pee. With a heavy sigh you grabbed your stuff and headed to the bathroom. 
You walked in and the sound of soft smacking filled your ears. 
“Fuck, you taste so good, Jimin~” a sweet voice called. 
Jimin?!
You looked in the mirror and saw a pretty girl pressed up against the bathroom wall, but more importantly you saw your roommate. Park Jimin, with his tongue shoved halfway down this girl's throat.
In your stupor you’d forgotten to grab the door, and it slammed closed after your entrance. 
Jimin and the girl jumped apart, both flushed with puffy, kiss swollen lips. 
His shirt was rumpled from her hands and his hair was slightly tousled like she’d had her hands in it. 
The girl coughed awkwardly. “S-Sorry, we’ll head out,” she said, rubbing her neck awkwardly. 
“Uh, it’s fine,” you said, swallowing hard. 
“Sorry, Y/N,” Jimin said, fixing his shirt a bit. 
Jimin’s make out buddy looked at him in confusion. “You know her?” she asked. It wasn’t offended, just curious. 
“Yeah, we’re roommates,” he said with a gentle tone. “She’s cool.”
You nodded slowly. “Y-Yeah, if you need the apartment no big deal. I’ll be studying with Yena tonight pretty late so, yeah. Um, cool,” you said, giving them a little thumbs up before hurrying past and into a stall. 
You heard them leave the bathroom and you weren’t sure why your heart was beating so fast. 
With frantic fingers you dialed the only person who could make heads or tails of this situation. 
Jimin’s ex, Min Yoongi. 
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
Yoongi and Jimin had ended things pretty amicably and you two had gotten close during their six month relationship. 
“I just saw Jimin kiss a girl,” you said. “Full on, his put his tongue in her mouth what-”
“Are you really calling me to tell me my ex is kissing a girl? What part of this sounded like a good idea to you-?”
“I always thought he... didn’t swing that way?” you winced at your phrasing. Words weren’t your strong suit. 
“Y/N, did you ever ask him?” Yoongi sighed, no doubt rubbing his face in annoyance like he always does when you’re being obtuse. 
“I didn’t want to be creepy! That’s not exactly a conversation that comes up too often!”
“It does if you have a crush on them,” he pointed out. 
You were about to argue when you found that... the fucker was right.
Ever since you’d moved in with Jimin, you’d found him attractive. He was charismatic, funny and kind. He was comfort embodied and he was always there if you needed him. 
But he’d never expressed interest in you and then you saw his boyfriends and one night stands and... well, made an assumption. 
“So... all this time I could’ve gotten his dick-”
“I’m gonna hang up,” Yoongi warned. 
“No! Wait, wait, I’m sorry, I need advice, serious advice,” you begged. 
“If you’re going to ask how to seduce my ex, it won’t take much,” he said, chuckling. 
“Huh?” you said, head turning to the side like a confused puppy.
Yoongi sighed loudly into the phone and shook his head. 
Always so emotionally constipated, you were.
“He likes you, we broke up because we both knew that firstly: we’d work better as friends, and two: he was thirsting over his female roommate.”
The words shocked you to the core. 
“B-But he was kissing-”
“When did Jimin and I break up? Three months ago or something, right?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. 
“Yeah, why?” you huffed.
“Jesus, Y/N, if you’d been pining after someone and they weren’t getting the hint wouldn’t you try to move on too?” he said. 
“Move on!? But he never said-”
“You know the last time he dated a woman she left him homeless,” Yoongi said, quietly. “It really fucked him up for a while. She wasn’t the nicest, from what I understand. But, that’s a conversation for him to have with you... not me,” he stated.
Your heart cracked a bit at the thought of someone betraying Jimin and making him suffer. 
“If you’re serious about him, let him know. If not, let him down easy. I gotta go, Y/N, good luck...”
--
Apparently Jimin didn’t wind up needing the apartment that night. 
Cause when you walked in at damn near midnight, strung out on caffeine you found him curled up on the couch watching a tv show comfortably. 
“Hey,” you called, toeing off your shoes before heading into the living room with him.
Jimin turned, giving you a kind grin before patting the couch next to him. You crawled up onto the cushions before falling into his lap in a heap.
He was startled for a moment before he patted your shoulder.
“I’m dumb,” you mumbled into his thigh.
“I can neither agree nor disagree without the appropriate information,” he said, trying not to laugh at your obvious distress.
“Park Jimin, if the following words offend you I apologize but I’m on almost twenty four hours of no sleep and I’m crashing from my third Red Bull of the evening so please, understand any ability to form coherent statements is far beyond me,” you sighed.
Jimin raised a brow, you were still talking to his thigh. “I understand, but I don’t think you’ll offend me, Y/N.”
“Jimin,” you said, finally lifting your head so your tired gaze would match with his.
Yena hadn’t helped much other than saying you needed to talk to him.
She was far more forward with her feelings than you. She was unapologetically herself and it was something you loved and envied about her.
“What’s up?” Jimin asked.
Your heart was in your throat. 
You just had to be thoughtful about how you asked these questions-
“Are you gay?” You asked, completely monotone and the look on Jimin’s face made you wince.
“Right to the chase, huh?”
“S-Sorry, I’m not-fuck… I’m just, I want…”
Jimin watched you flounder for a moment. Your face was panicked and embarrassed as you scrambled to explain yourself.
“I’m not, at least. Not entirely,” he said, leaning back with you half in his lap.
Your face was dumbstruck as you looked at him.
“N-No?” You asked.
Jimin smiled and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I lost my virginity to a woman. But my first love was a man. But, as of recently I can see how my sexuality would sway towards one gender,” he said. “Her name was Lyla, she was a few years older than me. And she broke my heart, badly too. She was obsessed with her image, she made me so self conscious… I wasn’t happy with her but she wanted me cause I was a good lay and I’m attractive. She didn’t want me,” he said, rubbing your arm. “She wanted superficial parts of me, but not my issues and certainly not my feelings. Just my body.”
“That’s fucking gross,” you pouted, resting your head in his shoulder. “You’re a person, not some fuck doll.”
“Well I do like being a fuck doll sometimes,” he winked, but he squeezed your shoulder. “She kicked me out and I had nothing and no one. I was lucky to find Taehyung and this place. When he left I found you and now here you are,” he said. 
“Here I am…” you said, voice weak.
“And I’m so glad that you are,” he said. “Nothing’s boring with you around.”
You gave a sheepish look. “So…”
“So?” He asked. “Is there a reason you asked me about my sexuality?”
Your palms were sweating as you looked at him.
“I like you…”
Jimin’s face morphed from his teasing grin to a soft smile. 
“Yeah? That’s cute,” he said.
“So…”
“So?”
You huffed in annoyance, he just kept poking you right in that tender spot of your pride. You just wanted him… not for his body or his face or whatever.
You wanted his puffy face in the morning while he made coffee. His laughter that made his whole body shake. You wanted to kiss him and to hold him close.
“Will you go on a date with me?” You asked, eyes big as they looked up at Jimin’s. His heart stammered for a moment.
Your sweet face and voice asking so nicely.
“Mmm, maybe. What are you planning?”
You made a noise of protest. “H-Hey! You can’t ask before you agree, you should be interested in doing stuff with me�� if you want to date me,” you said. “You don’t have to of course if you want me to forget it and leave then-”
“Y/N, I’m teasing you,” he said. “I’ll go on the date. When and where?”
Your face was comically twisted into shock. “You’ll go?”
He smirked a bit. “Did you want me to say no?”
“Didn’t want you to… but I wasn’t expecting a yes,” you said, bottom lip between your teeth as you struggled to keep yourself from fidgeting.
“Well, you got one,” he said, leaning closer. “So when and where?”
You thought for a moment. “You have a showcase coming up right?”
Jimin seemed confused but nodded. “Yeah, in a week, why?”
“After, want to get drinks with me?” You asked, looking anywhere but his lips.
“Drinks, huh?” He nodded. “Sounds good to me, I’ll send you the info for the showcase. You can meet me after?”
“The showcase is free for students, right?” You asked.
Jimin chuckled and nodded. “Yes, but the arts is generally not visited often by the science majors,” he said.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t start,” you pouted.
“You’re right,” Jimin said with a big smile, one that was mirrored on your face.
And you could feel the blooms of something yet to be named fluttering in your chest.
You were sure if you should buy flowers for him or not.
Was it too much?
But showing up empty handed seemed ridiculous.
Without much more thought put into it you grabbed a nice bouquet of flowers and paid for them, getting into the car to head to the showcase.
You were crammed between a woman who was obviously here for her granddaughter, seeing as how she literally said her name every two seconds, and a very uninterested teen.
But you held your flowers and waited.
Now, you’d never really been one for the arts or theater, but you respected those in their fields. You surely couldn’t do it, but as you watched Jimin take the stage with his partner you saw what it meant.
Every beat of the song, every extension of his fingers had a purpose. There was a message he was conveying.
The beautiful orchestral piece they were playing made a tear come to your eye. They danced like they wouldn’t get to do it again, like separating their hands for an instant was too much to ask.
As the strings settled and the piano took over you watched in amazement as the pair fell to the ground gracefully, reaching for each other but their hands never touched again.
The room erupted into applause and you found yourself doing the same.
You knew Jimin could dance, hell, you’d even seen him practicing in the living room endlessly some nights. You’d wake up to find him asleep on the floor on your trek to the bathroom or on your hunts for a midnight snack. 
But to see it with the atmosphere and the music, you could feel every ounce of charisma and dedication pouring from him and his partner. They bowed to the audience and gave each other a good natured hug as they walked off stage together. 
You desperately wanted to rush after him, compliment his incredible performance but there were still a few pieces left and you did want to see them, especially if they were half as good as Jimin’s they’d be nothing short of incredible.
The showcase ended with everyone coming back on stage and bowing together as a group before moving to the hall to greet their friends and family members who’d come to support them. 
The crowded room made your anxiety spike in your throat, you hunched your shoulders and kept yourself from running. You weren’t an extremely charismatic person, nor were you a big people person. The long stints in your lab and the late nights with your nose buried in your textbooks were proof enough of your natural aversion to the spotlight.
But Jimin seemed to exude the complete opposite energy. 
And you were glad to see him making his way toward you, even with a small group of people chatting with him on the way. His partner, whom you found out to be Kang Seulgi, was incredibly kind and chatted with you while Jimin spoke to his good friend Hoseok who’d choreographed his and Seulgi’s performance.
“Jimin was more nervous than usual today,” she chuckled softly. “I should’ve known it was because you’d be here.”
You flushed at her blunt statement. “Ah, he’s a perfectionist, I’m sure he was just nervous because of the size of the crowd,” you said, trying to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.
“If you say so,” she said with a raised brow. 
“Y/N,” a soft and sweet voice filled your ears. You turned and saw Jimin smiling at you as he approached. “Those for me?” he asked, eyes revealing a touched expression.
“Yes,” you swallowed. “I-I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much-”
“No,” Jimin said, taking the flowers as you pushed them towards him. “They’re lovely, thank you.”
You nodded, trying to keep your mind from melting at his eyes and the warmth they exuded.
Seulgi chuckled before wishing the both of you a good night, searching for her friends in the crowd. 
Jimin’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in a little closer. You flushed as he invaded your space, however you couldn’t find it in yourself to be disgruntled, even jokingly. 
“Minie...” you whispered, your voice startlingly soft and sweet. Usually you weren’t as demure as you were at this moment. You only used that nickname when you wanted something, and Jimin found it hard to resist your innocent ploy. 
“Yeah baby? What is it?” he asked, teasing as he pulled you in closer. You snuggled into his shirt happily, letting yourself get swept away in the moment just this once. “Mmm, you’re awfully cuddly, did you start without me?” he asked. 
You made a noise of complaint, looking up at him indignantly. “I’ll have you know I’m brave enough to be doing this sober.”
“Yikes.”
“Fuck you.”
“Depends on how many drinks you give me,” he snickered. 
“J-Jimin!”
He rolled his eyes as he started walking towards the exit, his arm slung over your shoulders as he tucked you into his side. You bit your lip as you wrapped your arm around his waist, happily enjoying the warmth as you two stepped into the night’s frigid air. 
The air was bitingly cold but you took a deep breath in and watched as the fog appeared as you exhaled. “Mmm, it’s cold.”
“Brilliant observation.”
You narrowed your eyes in a glare at him before he pinched your cheek and shook your head softly. With a nasty pout you shoved his hand off of your face. “Smart ass.”
Jimin cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes turned glossy as you watched his features turn cold as the air around you. “Don’t be a brat, I’ll smack your ass right here if you act up,” he warned. 
A throb of want pulsed down to your center as your eyes got big in shock towards his forward attitude. You let out a squeak when he took his hand off your jaw before brushing some of your hair from your face. “Are you more submissive?” he asked, voice suddenly much less icy and returning to the warmth you usually received from him.
You choked with embarrassment as you struggled to put distance between you two. “I can’t, I’m gonna go lay in traffic-”
“Y/N! Stop the dramatics-oof! Don’t squirm-hey! Don’t resist!”
“This sounds horrible doesn’t it?” you laughed as he struggled to keep you in his arms as you kept trying to go limp in his hold. 
He laughed right along with you, working to keep you standing but eventually giving up as the two of you laid on the sidewalk right next to the campus’s performing arts center.
Surprisingly there was no snow, even at this time of year. But the concrete underneath you was sucking the warmth from your bones as you felt your teeth starting to chatter relentlessly. 
“We can get up-” Jimin tried to offer but you shook your head.
“No, this is fun,” you sighed.
“Laying on frigid concrete isn’t usually what I’d describe as ‘fun’ Y/N, you should see the school psychiatrist-ouch!” he growled, grabbing your sneaky hand that had pinched his nipple in retaliation.
You burst into laughter all over again. 
There was a lightness in your chest you hadn’t felt in so long.
You loved school and you took pride in preparing for the future you were planning for yourself. It wasn’t something everyone accomplished, not that they needed to, but for you it was a big deal and that led to a lot of pressure. Not only from others, but worst of all-from yourself.
They do say you are your own worst critic, and it was the most goddamn true statement you’d ever heard in your life. 
There was so much pressure not only on you but on everyone going through life. The world was crazy and life was seemingly changing every single day. It was hard not to get wrapped up in all of it, forget that there are simple things still in the world.
Like laying on the freezing cold cement with a stupidly attractive man, one you’d really like to kiss. 
You think you might just.
Just a little.
Without realizing it, you were leaning in.
Until Jimin’s lips were snug against yours. 
Oh god...
Ohgodohgodohgod.
You felt your heart jolt in your chest, even though you pulled back relatively quickly. You squeaked in shock at yourself, covering your mouth as you sat up with hot cheeks. 
“I-I’m so sorry! I’m usually much less-well... Actually I’m probably a little more-uh, ha-”
“Hey,” Jimin soothed, bringing his hands to your waist. “I know you word vomit when you’re nervous, but it’s just me Y/N. You’ve known me for years,” he said, giving you a little bashful smile.
“I-It’s not just you... It’s... It is you and that’s why I’m turning into an uncivilized moron I’m sorry...” you winced. You just didn’t know how to act, on other dates you felt like you had to put up this persona. This mirage of an image that was more appealing than the awkward and fumbling mess you turned into the moment feelings got involved. 
Words still weren’t your strong suit.
Jimin moved closer, causing you to squeak and shut your eyes as you waited with baited breath. When nothing happened you peeked one eye open and saw Jimin’s shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Ah, you’re too cute Y/N, I never knew you’d be this easy to tease,” he cooed, causing you to shove him back with an embarrassed huff.
“Get off,” you pouted.
“We should go, it’s fucking freezing,” he said, lifting you up and wrapping his arm around you with an easy smile on his face.
“D-Did you still wanna get drinks?” You asked, looking at him with a soft shimmer in your eyes.
Jimin sighed and looked up at the dark sky. “I have an idea,” he said, turning to gaze at you once more. “Let’s grab some cheap vodka and some mixers, drinks at home,” he offered.
You bit your lip. “If that’s what you wanna do,” you said. “I’m down for that too.”
He nodded, taking your hand as you headed out into the night, heart hammering in your chest as you felt a sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach…
Jimin had made good on his promise, it was almost midnight and you two were properly tipsy.
Not blackout hammered, but certainly looser and perhaps a bit more… unhinged.
“God damn it, I’m gonna fucking destroy you!” Jimin growled.
You smirked with a twinkle in your eye.
“You’d love to, wouldn’t you, huh? But, unfortunately,” you pressed a button on your controller.
Jimin’s character blew up and he snarled in frustration as he kicked his head back. “You’re such a shit! Come on, don’t be a brat,” he said, trying to mess you up so you’d fail as well.
“Jimin!” You shouted, turning on the sheepish man as your character fell to their death, ending the match for the pair of you. “I was gonna win again! How could you?”
He scoffed. “How could I? Y/N, you’ve won almost every game against me!”
You tried not to smirk at his distressed tone, but you couldn’t help the maniacal laughter that took over you as you looked at his pouting face. “Ah, Minie, I’m sorry, I-I don’t mean to laugh,” you chuckled out, not sounding even the slightest bit sorry.
“Better quit teasing me, baby, I’m not a gracious loser,” he warned, raising a brow.
The alcohol made you mouthy, unfortunately.
“Oh? Don’t like to lose huh? For someone who doesn’t like to lose, you do an awful lot of it, don’t you?” you smirked, eyes sparkling with mirth and bratty attitude.
Jimin didn’t like this however, because the next thing you know, you’re on the ground with him between your legs as he pinned you on the floor. His hands were around your wrists as your thighs wrapped around his hips loosely. His crotch was right up against your core and it had your stomach in a fit of butterflies. 
“You... are such a little fucking brat,” he grit out. “You keep acting up and I’m gonna smack your ass fucking raw,” he warned. 
A normal person would’ve stuttered and flushed like mad at his angry tone and dark expression.
You may have had a slightly different reaction...
“Minie!” you whined loudly, voice sweet and needy. Jimin’s brows shot up as you clamped a surprised hand over your mouth in shock.
The shock leaked off his features as they turned even darker than before. “Yeah? What is it baby? Something the matter?” he smirked, pushing his hips closer to yours with a menacing look.
“N-No...” you whispered, voice surprisingly soft and docile.
Jimin raised a brow and scoffed at you. “For someone who was talking a lot of shit just a few minutes ago you sure turned into a bitch really quick for some dick, huh?” he laughed. The heat of his statement worked its way onto your face. So much so it made you turn your head so you didn’t have to look at him.
“Hey,” his tone was gentler, fingers intertwining with yours as he kissed your cheek. “Too much? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...”
You quickly snapped your head back towards his so you could connect your lips. He sighed as he gently kissed you back. “Need you to tell me if it’s too much baby,” he said, kissing your jaw and right under your ear. You hiccuped in pleasure, trying desperately not to ruin your panties.
“N-Nothing so far has made me uncomfortable... I-I like dirty talk, a lot,” you promised. “Are you okay? I-I don’t wanna rush you either.”
Jimin’s face softened, kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat the two of you up. “Ah, I hate to sound like a fucking animal, but I’ve had way too many wet dreams about you to stop now,” he panted. “If you’re down I’d like to properly appreciate your ass now,” he smirked. 
Your eyes twinkled in the soft light of the living room as you nodded. “Yes... Yes I want that,” you said. “Take me to bed, Minie...”
He did not have to be told twice. Quickly, Jimin hauled you in the air as he carried you both to his room. You were going to protest and say you had a nicer bed when he shushed you. “Shh, I’ll fuck you here and then we’ll sleep in yours,” he said, dropping you on the sheets of his bed moments later. “Now spread your legs.”
You were eager to comply, separating your thighs as he situated himself in between them once again. “M-Minie~”
He shushed you again by bringing your mouths together, sucking on your bottom lip as he ground his hardening cock against your pussy. Your panties were already soaked and your flimsy pajama shorts weren’t going to stop your arousal. Especially if Jimin kept grinding against you like that.
It was like he was fucking you with your clothes on. He rolled his hips against your core desperately, causing his thickening member to nudge your clit just so. You whined against his lips, clutching his shirt due to the pleasure coursing through you.
“Such a pretty baby, you sound so fucking pathetic, whining for my cock like a bitch in heat. You a little puppy slut? Just starting her rut? Huh?” his voice was thick with arousal as he ground against you. “Don’t deserve my cock. Not after being such a little bitch,” he snapped, grabbing your jaw in his hand. You were panting at the aggressive nature he took on, eyes turning watery as you begged for more. 
“B-But Minie! I-I came t-to your showcase! I-I was nice,” you pleaded. “I-I’m sorry for being mean, I’ll be good,” you promised. 
A dark chuckle left his lips as he slammed his pelvis into yours entirely too hard to be nice, making you yelp. But the sharp sting left you writhing underneath him. “Desperate,” he teased. “No one’s been fucking you right, huh? Last good dick was so long ago you’re already soaking my fucking pants,” he rolled his eyes, as if this was predictable. “Should’ve known you’d be a little cockslut once I got my hands on you...”
“I’ll be a slut for you, Minie... If that’s what you want,” you gasped when he rolled against your clit firmly, making sparks flush through your body. Your hips twitched, naturally seeking out your pleasure. But Jimin had different plans. 
He pulled you up and kissed you, tangling his fingers in your hair before tugging your head back to kiss your neck and throat. “Don’t want to rush you my baby,” he breathed, trailing his lips across your jaw slowly. “If you need to stop just tell me,” he said, sealing those words with a kiss as he finally slipped his hand inside your shorts. 
“M-Minie!” you cried, head falling back against his pillows. “C-Careful, m’sensitive baby,” you bit your lip.
“Aw, poor baby,” he said, voice mocking and harsh. It sent chills of pleasure over your skin. “You’re sensitive from humping my fucking crotch like a little bitch,” he growled. “If you’re sensitive, then it’s your own damn fault for being such a cock hungry whore,” he snarled, pressing a savage kiss against your mouth. 
You weren’t even sure you could call it a kiss. He panted harshly against your mouth, his tongue licking inside soon after. 
With a soft but sweet whine you wrapped your arms around his neck again, playing with the hair at the base of his head. You tangled your fingers in it and gently scratched his scalp in a way that made him purr. 
“Minie,” you pouted. “Please touch me...” you flushed, voice shaky as you tried not to shy away. It was harder than expected, to be totally submissive and to feel okay. Usually you switched, men had taken advantage of you before. Never anything terribly traumatizing, but there had been some situations where things went too far and a safeword had to be used. 
And after that you went back to more vanilla sex, but it was all so fucking boring. These college boys you’d been fucking hadn’t been on the same level, not even the same fucking planet as Jimin. You felt so hot, so turned on, but you didn’t feel like you couldn’t be honest either. 
It was a little intimidating to have something so good. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you lost him now...
And he hadn’t even gotten his dick out yet.
Jesus.
“Baby? Y/N, hey, look at me for a second,” Jimin’s voice was still husky, but more direct. “There you are,” he said, a small smile on his face. 
You blinked slowly before you mirrored his action. “Sorry, just... Got caught up for a second, I’m here. I’m okay, promise,” you said, pecking his lips sweetly.
“I trust you,” he said, pushing your hair away from your face before he gently cupped your core through your panties. “You’re soaking these panties, pretty... I’d hate for you to have to throw them out,” he said with a smug look on his face. “Mind if I take them off?”
With a quick lift of your hips, Jimin was tugging the wet fabric of your shorts and panties down your thighs and off your feet shortly after. His eyes gleamed in the dim light of his room. You sat up and shed your shirt before laying back in his sheets. You’d both changed shortly after getting home, pajamas being much more favorable than the clothes you’d both worn out that evening. Although Jimin had kept his makeup from the showcase on.
You certainly weren’t going to remind him now...
“Shit... Y/N, you’re pussy is so fucking pretty,” he moaned, kissing your shin and knee with his plush and slightly swollen lips. “Bet you’re gonna fucking cream my cock, you ever squirted baby? Think I could get you there?” he asked, running his thumb through your slick and puffy lips. 
“Jimin,” you gasped, arching your back gently, reaching up to grip your chest. You gently rubbed your nipples, working them to sensitive peaks as you tugged and stimulated them as Jimin played between your legs.
He leaned forwards and kissed your sternum, smiling against your skin as he felt your hands brush from his head down to his upper back and shoulders. He shivered slightly when you ran your nails across his sensitive flesh. 
“I’m so hard, baby,” he whined, licking his lips as he looked at your center. “But you look so good, I need to taste you. Maybe if you’re good I’ll lick my cum out of you later,” he winked. You felt your pussy clench around nothing at those words, begging for his teasing thumb to sink inside. Just a little. 
You’d never felt so desperate.
Jimin had mastered the art of teasing it appeared. Because you’d never felt so needy. Perhaps it was the fact that you and Jimin had incredible sexual chemistry. But, there was something else deeper than that. You’d had good sex, you know what it’s like to be pleasured well. 
But this was something else entirely.
It felt like he knew you, like he knew exactly where he wanted to touch you and it was exactly where you needed him. Every part of you was made for him to touch, to worship...
To ruin.
“P-Please, I need something, Minie... Hurts,” you breathed, hips seeking his touch out.
He didn’t make you ask anymore, sinking his thumb inside your clenching hole with a hiss. “Oh fuuucckk,” he moaned, watching your sticky pussy swallow his digit had his cock pulsing aggressively in his pants. “Snug little cunt, huh? Looks so tasty baby, gonna be good for me while I eat this pussy?”
You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice to hide the desperation you felt. 
“Yeah, you’ll be good for me... If you aren’t, I’ll edge you until you cry,” he smirked, eyes dark and dangerous.
“‘M good Minie, I’ll be good,” you whispered, worrying your bottom lip as you felt him adjust. Soon he was kissing your thighs, thumb still rocking in your pussy slowly. “Please, wanna feel your hot mouth on my pussy, baby.”
Jimin growled against your skin before he pushed his thumb in deeper before giving your pussy a fat lick. “Fuck, fucking hell baby,” his voice was deep, vibrating your core as he absolutely refused to separate from your heat for a second. 
You tasted so fucking good...
Now, Jimin was entirely aware that pussy didn’t taste like candy or fucking sugar. But you were so fucking wet. It was dripping down his chin, coating his tongue in your flavor, thick and heady in his mouth and throat. 
“M-Mm! Baby!” you cried, gripping the sheets tightly in your fists. “Feels so good! So fucking good!”
How did you taste so good? Jimin couldn’t get over that fact. Jimin hadn’t ever said no to going down on a woman if it was consensual. His ex said his head game was insane. He didn’t like to boast, but he knew he was good with his mouth. But this much slick cream was insane to him.
He couldn’t get enough.
“Such a sweet little cut, so wet for me,” he panted against your skin, licking his lips before digging back in.
Jimin removed his thumb, making you whine in frustration. Your core was still achingly empty, even with his digit fucking you open. He licked all your arousal off his thumb before sucking your clit into his mouth and pushing two fingers into your weeping hole.
“Minie!” you sobbed, walls sucking him in as deep as you could take him, clit on fire as he tortured it with his tongue.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned. “So soft, kinda forgot how sweet and soft pussy is... But something tells me, yours is special,” he winked which made you scoff. “Already the best pussy I’ve ever had...”
You bit your lip and moaned as Jimin’s fingers worked inside of you. He ground his middle finger against that rough spot while sucking on your clit and you felt a hot pulse of pure bliss shoot down your spine.
“Jimin!” you shrieked, causing him to jolt in surprise. 
“Baby? Too much? I’m sorry-”
“Please don’t stop!”
He froze for a moment before he chuckled darkly. “You want me to make you squirt pretty? I can almost bet I’ll make you squirt for me,” he said, licking your clit like a kitten, watching in amusement as your hips twitched against his ministrations.
“I’ll take whatever you give me Minie, m’ your good girl,” you said, eyes big and watery, shining in the light of the room. Jimin felt his heart twinge in his chest.
He was nervous to do this with you. He was nervous to take this step.
He didn’t want to fuck it up.
Firstly, he’d hate to lose you. Secondly, it would be really hard to either find a new roommate or apartment right now. Middle of the semester was such a shit time honestly. 
But he knew, he knew what he wanted.
You were worth the risk, you were worth the chance.
He was willing if you were.
“You are, aren’t you?” he praised, kissing your jaw as he fucked you with his fingers. “Gonna cum for me like a good girl? Want to make you cum so hard baby, has anyone ever made you squirt before?”
With fluttering eyes you shook your head, no. You’d made yourself squirt, almost. It was a little different than you imagined it was supposed to be. 
“Want me to help you then? Want your Minie to get you there?” 
Him calling himself ‘your’ Minie did things to you that had not only pussy clenching but your heart as well.
“Please Minie,” you mewled, digging your nails into your thighs desperately.
“Okay pretty, I’ll make you cum, you’re gonna soak this bed when I’m done eating your cunt,” he growled, leaning down once more to suck your clit into his mouth as his fingers sunk in deeper.
Fuck, he’d added a third one.
But his middle digit kept pulsing and rubbing in the same time as his tongue and mouth on your clit. You felt each push and suck in your stomach. You could feel yourself slipping, your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and Jimin was elated.
“Yes, that’s it,” he said, kissing your cunt before going right back to sucking.
A hot sensation pooled in your lower stomach, causing you to clench tightly. Your breaths were coming in shorter now, Jimin seemed to notice.
“Feel it?”
You nodded quickly. “B-Baby, feels... a lot... ‘s a lot!” you whimpered, clutching the sheets before you carved your thighs up with the aggressive pleasure coursing through you.
“It’s okay baby, it’s gonna feel so good. Breathe, keep breathing my baby,” he cooed softly, capturing your clit between his plush lips and amping up the speed of his hand and fingers. 
You didn’t have time to breathe, because you were cumming shortly after.
Jimin watched in awe as you screamed in pleasure before you came hard all over him and his bed. “Good girl, fuck that’s so fucking sexy, give it to me...”
You collapsed against the sheets, heart hammering in your chest and ears ringing as you felt your toes and fingertips tingling. Jimin cleaned his fingers, shushing you as he took off his shirt to clean around your thighs just a bit to get most of you wiped up.
“Y/N? Can you hear me baby?” he asked, trying to be gentle. His cock was leaking in his sweatpants at this point, he’d been grinding it against the mattress as he ate you out. But cumming that hard, and especially after the spout of assholes you’d encountered in the bedroom lately, that orgasm was no doubt intense. 
You swallowed hard, leveling out your breathing to a softer panting as Jimin leaned forward, kissing your lips and cheek softly. “Easy, do you need some water? You did so good, pretty,” he said, pressing tender kisses and bites into your skin.
“I-If you can make me cum that hard, I have to marry you. You’re mine, I won’t let anyone else have you,” you said, holding his face as you kissed his jaw and lips slowly.
Jimin laughed softly, kissing you back before he moved away. You pouted, but only for a moment as you saw Jimin pushing his pants off. 
Your mouth dropped open slightly as you saw his cock, bright red and absolutely drenched in precum. You wanted to move forward, take his dick in your mouth and pleasure him just as good as he did you, but he was already moving towards you again.
With eager hands you found yourself kissing him once more, palming his cock and caressing his neck all the while.
“F-Fuck, not too much. I’ll fucking blow my load, can I fuck you? Condoms or no condoms I don’t care, but fuck I need to be inside you,” he said, pushing you on your back as he palmed one of your breasts.
“I’m on the pill, and I haven’t let anyone go raw in over a year, I-I’m okay with it if you are-”
“Yes,” he hissed, lining himself up with your center. His eyes locked with yours for a moment. You gave him a nod before he finally pushed himself in.
“Minie! Jimin! F-Fuck,” you cried, throwing your head back into the pillows as Jimin sank deep inside you. He wasn’t incredibly huge, he was certainly above average however. Bigger than the most recent stint of idiots you’d let fuck you.
And you were so fucking happy he went in raw. You loved raw sex, creampies were certainly a big kink for you. Not only that, but you could feel every delicious inch of him filling your desperate pussy. You could feel how hot he was, how snug he fit inside you.
“Y/N, oh fuck,” he huffed, resting his head on your shoulder. “F-Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Wet little pussy sucking me in, Jesus christ baby,” he laughed, almost in disbelief. “If you’ve got a pussy like this, squeezing me like this? Then I think I agree baby, I’m going to have to marry you... I’m not letting anyone else fuck you, especially not some stupid fucking assholes who won’t appreciate such a perfect cunt... You said some fucking prick needed lube? Must not have liked him as much as you like my fat cock, baby... You’re dripping.”
“Don’t want anyone else Minie!” you moaned. “Fuck me, please baby... Please fuck my pussy, want you so much.”
Jimin didn’t waste any more time, he grabbed your thighs and pulled your hips up, making you curl in on yourself so he had more leverage. “Take my cock baby, sweet pussy,” he moaned, thrusting into you firmly.
You grabbed his shoulders, moaning loudly as he started fucking into you. The sound of his hips slapping into yours was echoing through the room, Jimin leaned down to suck tender marks into your breasts. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed as he forced you to take his cock.
“Minie! Cock so big baby, u-uh! Please, please-ahh! F-Fuck, feels so good,” you mewled.
Hot pleasure curled through your body, making involuntary grunts and moans fall from your lips without you even realizing it. Although, Jimin’s cock had you so braindead honestly you wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent anyways. True bliss.
Jimin wasn’t exactly going to be writing any papers at this moment either, his mind had two thoughts. Make you cum again, and make him cum. And if he was lucky, his dick would go again. He can’t remember the last time he was so riled up.
He’s not surprised his little shit of a roommate is the one who managed to work him to the edge of insanity. You’re so beautiful, he’d been absolutely fucked from the moment you walked into his life. How was he supposed to resist you?
Every part of your body drew him in. Supple thighs, beautiful eyes that sparkled, sweet lips that he’d found could spit the nastiest things (although he is the furthest from complaining), and a tender heart that was captured by the simplest actions, but usually those spoke the loudest.
You weren’t good with words, but you really did try. You wanted to understand, you wanted to be connected.
“Fuck,” Jimin growled, thrusting inside you steadily, you watched with morbid curiosity as his entire frame slammed into yours. You watched where your pussy struggled to swallow every inch of him, but you could feel all the slick leaking from not only you, but Jimin as well. Your arousal and his precum created a very easy glide that had your stomach roiling with desire. Your clit throbbed in want, but you feared if you let go of the sheets or him for even a second you’d be fucked right off the bed.
“Minie! S-So close, please baby, can I cum? Wanna cream on your dick,” you whined, grabbing at his forearms with your pretty hands that had Jimin going utterly feral.
“I’ll make you cum so fucking hard baby,” he said, adjusting so one of your legs was stretched up and over his shoulder as he started to pound into you even harder.
You couldn’t breathe, the look on Jimin’s face was utter sin. His eyes were dark, the makeup from his showcase smudged a little from the sweat, but overall he still looked incredible. His flushed face and neck, even the top of his chest was slightly twinged. He was panting, sweat coated the tips of his hair as he kept his brutal pace with ease.
“Touch my clit, please! Jimin, I’m so close,” you cried, feeling every inch of your body start to tingle. 
He didn’t waste any time as he brought his thumb to your clit while he kissed your ankle. “Cum, Y/N, soak my cock,” he encouraged, eyes fucked out and dazed. 
Your body couldn’t take anymore, your walls clamped down on his dick and you screamed in bliss. You couldn’t tell what happened for a few moments until you felt Jimin shake your shoulder for a second. “Baby, please, where do you want it?” he asked, drawing you out of your stupor long enough. 
It was a no brainer for you.
“Inside,” you purred, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in as he shivered.
“Gonna take my load baby? Want it inside?” he asked, panting harshly against your lips. 
“Yeah, give it to me... Wanna feel it dripping out of me,” you whined, the sensitivity of his brutal thrusts settling it.
Jimin growled, kissing you deeply before his hips stuttered. You soothed your hands down his back as he rutted into you a few more times, ensuring you milked him for every drop he had. 
His kisses turned softer, trailing them along your cheek and jaw as he tried to calm himself down. His heart was hammering inside his chest as he watched you sleepily try to keep up with his affections.
“Y/N, you okay? Let me get a towel and then we can head to your room,” he offered, pulling back gently as you both winced at the slight ache and tender drag. “Keep your hips up for a second,” he stated as he jogged to the bathroom. 
You huffed in effort as you waited. Jimin reappeared shortly after, walking over with a warm cloth that he used to clean you up as best he could. “Okay, think you can stand?” he asked, tossing the cloth and towels in the basket.
“Yeah, what’s standing?” Jimin laughed and so did you while reaching for him as he helped you get up on your feet. A slight head rush flew through you at the change in orientation. You wrapped your arms around Jimin’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He obliged you, eagerly kissing you as well.
“You need to use the restroom,” he said, urging you towards it. “Let me get these sheets in the basket at least and then we can continue this,” he smiled, pecking your cheek before patting your bare ass and sending you into the bathroom.
You rolled your eyes but did clean up a bit more and used the toilet before washing your hands and face, patting yourself dry with a nice fluffy towel. You tried not to let the nervous sensation in your stomach overwhelm you. Jimin hadn’t really specified what this meant. But to be fair, neither did you. It’s not like you both were rushing anything either.
Fuck...
“Are you giving yourself a nosebleed in there? Come on, lets get some sleep,” Jimin said through the door. You couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you opened the door and found Jimin standing there. He worked quickly, pulling you out and shutting the light off before dragging you through his room.
He’d worked fast to strip his bed, eager to get you back into his arms. 
“Are you okay with sleeping together?” Jimin asked, standing outside your door with you. You nodded, opening your room and bringing him inside. You tossed the towel into your basket, reaching and grabbing another pair of panties before throwing a huge t-shirt over it all. Jimin was sat on your bed and you couldn’t help but like the view. 
He seemed to feel your gaze on him because moments later his eyes were locked with yours. “Beds cold, come here,” he said, pouting softly.
How could you resist such a sweet request from him?
Without even a moment of hesitation you moved towards your bed and let him wrap you up in his arms under the blankets happily. You two curled together, chests touching as Jimin rubbed your scalp softly. 
The silence wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it was clear you two both wanted to say something. 
“Minie,” you broke the tension, voice soft and sweet in the night. 
“Yeah, Y/N?” he asked, looking you in the eyes. 
“We didn’t... We didn’t really say what this was, and um. I don’t want to ruin this, our friendship, but I also don’t want to miss out on something good just because I didn’t want to rock the boat,” you said bluntly.
Jimin snorted before nodding. “I see, alright. Well, I was under the impression you were interested in a relationship. That’s generally what dates are for, and someone who was looking to hit it and quit it probably wouldn’t have bought me flowers and cried during my showcase,” he chuckled. “I value our friendship as well, you’re a wonderful woman. But I also don’t want to miss something good, I don’t want to miss out on you.” 
His words made your chest stutter with anxiety, but also pure elation. 
“Then, we’re doing this? Uh, relationship? Together… thing?” You butchered that, but Jimin smiled all the same.
“I’m yours if you’re mine,” he said, kissing your forehead.
You were about to kiss him softly when you burst into laughter. Tears fell down your face as you struggled to keep your wheezing down.
Jimin watched in blatant confusion.
“Babe? Uh, what’s so funny?”
“And they were roommates!"
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 1 year
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The Holi-Date (M)
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Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the A Very, Merry Fic-Mas! collab with @lamourche , @kittae , @underthejoon , @hobidreams , @floralseokjin and @winetae
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this exquisite moodboard (THANKS, TIFFY!)
Pairing: Taehyung / Reader (female)
Genre: Fake Dating / Neighbors 
Word Count: 40,556
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Oral (female receiving), dirty talk, spanking, fingering, marking, big dick, consumption of alcohol and a holiday sweater with the word ho on it.
Summary:   When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 1 year
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so like. best friend hyunjin begs and begs and begs for a massage because he’s had a really long day dancing and you’re like fine okay but you owe me. and like,,, imagine massaging that man’s thighs and slowly seeing the buldge in his sweats get bigger and bigger and when you try making fun of him for it he just goes “so you’re not wet right now?” and when you say no he goes: prove it. bye i must never speak again -💛
COME BACK HERE you can’t just send me this and then disappear >:(
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word count: 2.2k (no excuse honestly)
details: smut 18+, thigh riding, handjob, switch!hyunjin + switch!reader
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“if i do it will you stop complaining?” you ask in a huff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“mhm,” your best friend answers, already grinning.
“fine, but you owe me. lay down.”
hyunjin does as asked and lays back on your bed, stretching out his legs for you. you sigh and climb onto the mattress, straddling his ankles a little awkwardly. you start with his calves, massaging the muscles through the material of his sweatpants. hyunjin groans in relief and lets his head fall back on your pillow.
“you know, if you wouldn’t push yourself so hard, your legs wouldn’t get this sore.”
“i have to, though,” he argues. “i can’t let the rest of them down.”
“yeah, yeah,” you mutter, not wanting to push the issue further since you know he’ll just be stubborn about it.
you’re both quiet as you make your way up his legs. his muscles are tight, almost like he’s tensing them on purpose, and you have to tell him more than once to relax. you’re extra gentle with his knees since there isn’t a lot of tissue there and then swiftly move on to his thighs.
hyunjin is in the studio almost every day. he’s naturally lean, but the amount of time he spends practicing has made him visibly toned. he has the body of a dancer through and through, which means his thighs are strong and firm. your hands have never looked smaller than they do on hyunjin’s thighs, a fact that you try not to think about as you begin to massage them.
you don’t want to make him uncomfortable so you start just above the knee, planning to slowly work your way up if that’s something he tells you he wants. you’ve been best friends for years now, but you’ve never touched each other… like this, so it’s a bit of uncharted territory and that makes you nervous.
he seems to like what you’re doing so far, though, if his little hums of pleasure are anything to go by.
“you’re really good at this,” he compliments suddenly.
you feel your face turn warm.
“thanks. i’ve never done this before, so i could be fucking up your muscles for all you know.”
“worth it.”
your roll your eyes and shake your head at him even though his eyes are closed and focus on applying pressure to the spots that feel the most strained. hyunjin tenses underneath you again and you pause.
“am i hurting you?”
“no, feels good.”
“then relax.”
your gaze falls to his hands that are clenching and releasing by his sides and you’re about to accuse him of lying to you about hurting him when something in his lap draws your attention away. then it all makes sense. no wonder he’s been so restless. he’s hard.
like. really hard. you can see the outline of his cock through the material of his sweats. the pants leave almost nothing to the imagination with how tight they are. no wonder he’s so tense, he’s been trying (and failing) to fight an erection this whole time.
you couldn’t really blame him. the thighs were an errogenous zone. but that didn’t mean you were going to let him off the hook.
“want me to massage that too?” you ask, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as if he knows exactly what you’re referring to and his cheeks go red.
“i, um…”
“was asking for a ‘massage’ actually code for something else because that’ll cost you extra.”
“no! that’s not- i didn’t mean to—”
you smirk and squeeze his legs, making him jump. his hands fly to his crotch to cover himself, even though it’s far too late for that, and he refuses to meet your gaze. you like watching your best friend squirm so you decide to push him a little further.
“you know, if you wanted to get in my pants you could’ve just asked.”
“please, like i’m the only one affected,” he scoffs. “i bet you’re even worse off than me, i just can’t see it.”
you’re not sure where this newfound confidence of his came from all of the sudden but you you don’t think you like it. it’s your turn to be flustered as you stutter out, “wh-what are you talking about?”
“you. being turned on by this.”
“you’re the one with a boner,” you point out, trying to deflect.
“yeah, and i bet you’re wet right now.”
“i’m… i’m not!”
“prove it then.”
you blink. “what, how?”
“c’mere,” hyunjin says, beckoning you closer.
were you really about to do this?
you shuffle forward until you’re straddling his waist. he hisses as you unintentionally brush up against his erection, hands coming up to your hips to hold you still.
he eyes you carefully as if to ask if you’re really okay with this, thumb tracing the waistband of your joggers. your heart is racing, but not being one to back down from a challenge you nod for him to continue. he dips his hand into your pants, fingertips catching on the elastic band of your underwear before delving beneath it.
hyunjin smirks. “i fucking knew it.”
“yeah, well it’s because you moan like a pornstar when i’m touching you,” you protest defensively.
“who can blame me, with hands like yours?”
you smack him lightly on the chest with a disapproving frown. “get your head out of the gutter.”
“my hand is literally down the front of your pants right now.”
“and are you going to do anything about that?”
“do you want me to do anything about it?”
you stare each other down for what feels like several minutes but in reality is probably only a few seconds before being the first to break. your expression softens and your shoulders slump forward as you admit defeat.
“touch me?” you whine quietly.
“all you had to do was ask.”
hyunjin is entirely too pleased with himself, you decide. he’s the one who got horny first but you don’t call him out on it because it turns out you find it quite hot when he gets cocky and you’re already feeling impatient.
to your dismay, he takes his hand out of your pants, which is the exact opposite of what you want him to do. you’re confused until he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your arousal from them, eyes fluttering closed as he savors the taste of you.
you’ve yet to pick your jaw up from off the floor when he opens his eyes again which makes him grin.
“why don’t you ride my thigh, baby?” he suggests, “since you seem to like them so much.”
baby. that was new.
“but… they’re still sore,” you point out.
“i’ll be okay,” he promises.
as if to prove it to you, he pushes your hip so that you’ll lift your knee up and he can slot one of his legs between yours while moving the other to the side. hyunjin can sense you’re still hesitant so he takes the initiative and guides you down onto him.
“how’s that?”
“it’s um, it’s good. does it hurt?”
hyunjin tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and sighs fondly. “no, baby. it’s fine. you’re fine.”
“but what about you? don’t you want to…” you trail off as you nod down at his dick.
“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this shy before,” hyunjin muses, mostly to himself. “it’s cute.”
“it’s not every day you and your best friend get each other off,” you mutter in response.
“it’s just me,” he reasons as he helps you rock yourself on his thigh. “it doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t want it to be.”
“you’re r-right,” you agree, holding back a moan. “but what about you?”
“what about me?”
“don’t you want to cum too?”
hyunjin shrugs. “you can just palm me over my sweats if you want. i’ve been hard for so long now it won’t take much.”
“i don’t want you to ruin your pants, though.”
“something tells me you have a higher chance of ruining my pants than me,” he argues.
you whine again, spurred on by the pressure against your clit and the embarrassment his words make you feel. you’re already dizzy with pleasure but then hyunjin starts to bounce his leg on the bed, creating even more friction for you. you gasp and keen forward, bracing yourself with both hands on his chest so that you don’t collapse on top of him.
“you’re trying to distract me,” you accuse through grit teeth.
“is it working?”
“no. still want to make you feel good too.”
“what’s stopping you, then?” he asks, even though he knows exactly what’s stopping you.
“jinnie…”
that’s always been his weak spot. he relents with a sigh, not stopping entirely but slowing enough so that you can think with a clear head.
“you can do whatever you want to me,” he says earnestly.
“can i… can i take it out?”
you’ve been dying to see his dick ever since you noticed the outline of it in his pants. it seemed huge, even bigger than you imagined it being, but you still want to see it for yourself.
“fuck, if you want to.”
you do want to, so you pull his sweats and briefs down just far enough to get his cock out and take it in your hand. once again, your hand looks tiny in comparison.
hyunjin’s dick is so. pretty. it’s big, like you guessed it would be, and flushed like he’s aching for you. there’s precum pearling at the tip and it takes everything in you not to lean down and lick it off. you know he’s been hard for a while so you don’t waste any time spitting into your palm and rubbing it over the head of his cock.
your best friend groans and kicks his head back.
“you don’t know how many times i’ve thought this,” he admits.
this was obviously news to you. as attractive as hyunjin was you always tried not to think about him in that way— though in moments of weakness he was known to make an appearance in your fantasies when you’d get yourself off, trying to think of quite literally anyone else as you did.
“yeah?” you asked, trying to grab hold of that confidence you’d had earlier. you discover it’s a lot easier to sound sure of yourself when you have a man trembling beneath you. “is it as good as you imagined?”
“better.”
“feels good for me too,” you tell him. “bet fucking you would feel even better though. you’d fill me up so nicely…”
“fuck you, i’m not going to last.”
you smile and begin to pump him faster, simultaneously chasing your own high by rubbing your clit with your free hand as you ride his thigh.
“wanna cum, jinnie?”
his eyes are screwed shut and his bangs have started to stick to his forehead. you’ve barely touched him, aside from the massage, and he already looks fucked out. “yes, baby, please!”
“so you don’t want to fuck me?” you pretend to sound disappointed which makes his eyes snap open in panic.
you watch as the muscles in his stomach tense and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his entire body fraught with restraint. he’s right there on the edge, you can tell.
“i do! i do- i can go again! i promise, just please, i can’t stop it—”
“you sound so pretty when you beg for me.”
that’s all it takes for hyunjin to cum, back arching off the bed, crying your name.
seeing him fall apart is what does it for you too. your own orgasm catches you by surprise. you clench down around nothing as you cum hard and collapse against his chest.
his dick gets caught in between your bodies, still spurting cum… it makes a huge mess and ruins both of your shirts, not that either of you have enough energy to care.
“s-sorry,” hyunjin apologizes as soon as he catches his breath.
“no, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fall on you. are you okay?”
“i’m fantasic,” he assures you with a thumbs up. you roll your eyes. “i’m serious! i don’t think i’ve ever cum that hard before. you have magic hands.”
“so that’s why you enjoyed the massage so much, huh?”
“exactly. if anything, it’s your fault.”
you push yourself off of him with a scoff, only to be pulled back in by his arms wrapping themselves around your shoulders. you lay there for a moment and listen to each other’s breathing.
“did you… mean it about being able to go again?” you ask shyly.
“yeah. i can always get it up for you.”
you’re not exactly sure how to take that statement so you decide not to dwell on it now. just add it to the growing list of things you’d have to discuss later… after you fucked each other’s brains out.
“why?”
“i mean since we have to clean up anyway, i thought maybe we could go for round two in the shower?”
hyunjin smirks. “say less.”
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 2 years
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apartment 512 ➔ kim taehyung
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neighbour!tae x reader romance + smut + fluff + e2l + neighbour!au warnings: (un)protected sex + oral f&m receiving + fuckboy!tae and he can be an asshole + swearing + somewhat rough sex ig + pretty mild ngl wc: 14.1k
➔ after finally finding a decent place to live, you couldn’t believe that you landed next to the loudest neighbour in existance.
a/n: ok hopefully it tags this time. i tried to post it for tae’s bday but.. oh well. pls dont panic, it is I, moononthejoon. pls do talk to me and tell me whatcha think <33 love y’all
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 2 years
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Attention
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Summary: Yoongi decides to punish you after you took something of his, but the night takes an unexpected turn
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, established relationship, unprotected sex, fluff 😧, slightly toxic relationship?
I wrote this in an hour (but still spell and grammar checked) so enjoy x
‘Where. Is. It.’ Yoongi’s exasperated yet eerily stable voice flooded your ears, that last word punctuated by a sharp thrust of his hips that sent your eyes rolling way back. After a few pathetic attempts at swallowing down your moans and catching your breath, you threw your head back in despair and defeat, practically crying back ‘I told you I don’t know. Just please let me cu...’.
But alas, your approaching orgasm was once again ruined by Yoongi swiftly pulling out, clearly dissapointed with your response. He leaned back to kneel before you on the bed from where his body was on top of yours mere moments ago. ‘Bad girls don’t get to cum, darling’, he spoke in that deep sultry voice of his as he shook his head, failing to conceal a slight grin as he continued to say ‘tell me where you hid my laptop and I’ll let you come, hm?’
Looking up at the ceiling seemingly in both deep thought and immense agony, you weighed your options: If you give your boyfriend his laptop back from where you hid it deep within your closet, he would let you cum, only for you to once more feel utterly ignored and disregarded as he nose dives into his work and forgets about you for the next 48 hours. The edging he was currently inflicting was nearing a tortorous point, but at least you had his full attention for once. Your eyes met his as you came to the only reasonable decision. ‘No idea what you’re on about, baby’. You smiled.
Yoongi chuckled to himself, shoulders moving up and down as he laughed, eyes trailing hungrily over your naked body as though a starved man. ‘We’ll see about that’, he threatened as he leapt at you, kissing you roughly before moving his hand down to quickly position himself and enter you deeply, with seemingly no remorse. This time the son of a bitch decided to start rubbing furious circles on your clit, which when combined with the fact that your orgasm had been denied 4 or 5 times and the way in which his thick dick was deep inside you and kept repeatedly hitting that spot at the back which he knew drove you crazy, left your screaming his name. Yet once more, just as your legs began to shake, he pulled out with a grin, retracting all touch but then leaning in to softly kiss you, a gentle reminder that although he was furious, this was still just a fun little game. You pushed him off of you though, moving to sit up, eyebrows furrowed in frustration with tears prickling at your eyes. ‘Fuck. you’, you hissed, longing to slap that stupid grin from his face.
‘Laptop or safe word, y/n’ Yoongi said sternly, immediately pushing you back down and pinning your wrists either side of your head as a result of your attempt at sitting up.
‘How about neither’, you mutter, turning your head away from him, too pissed to look him in the eyes. Yoongi studied your face for a moment, face contorting in brief confusion.
‘Wait...are you mad at me?’ Yoongi asked in genuine curiosity, letting go of your wrists and sitting back to give you space to think.
‘Well y...yes! Isn’t it obvious? I’m mad at you becase you’ve been edging me for the past hour!’ you answer in defiance, leaning on your elbows to stare your beloved boyfriend down angrily’
‘You’re the one who took my laptop!’
‘I don’t see why you care so mu…’
‘Just admit it for fucks sake!’
‘Fine, you asshole! So what?’
‘I knew it! Now stop pissing me off and give it back’
‘It’s not my fault you’re overreacting’
‘How about you stop acting like a bitch, y/n’
‘How about you stop doing whatever the fuck you do on that laptop all day and actually pay attention to your girlfriend for once!’
Yoongi’s eyes immediatley soften as you finally reveal to him what had been riling you up so much, taking in your desperate eyes and heaving chest. ‘Y/n…’
He slowly makes his way on top of you again, kissing you deeply and sensually, a stark contrast to before. He takes his time, barley caressing your tongue with his. His slender fingers gently cup your face as he trails kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking softly ever so often as your body relaxes. He looks up at you to see you staring at him. ‘I’m sorry y/n. I’ve been so busy with work and I need you to know it was never my intention to give you any less than my full undivided attention. Laptop or no laptop, you have it now’, he finished by doing that sweet gummy smile you loved so much, which was unfortunatley highly infectious and before he could see the affect it had on you, you quickly said ‘fuck me then, Suga’.
‘You know it drives me crazy when you call me that’ he whispers as he quickly moves to position himself at your entrance, sliding in slowly as his lips meet yours and you moan as he begins to fuck you, slowly and passionately. In a few seconds (thanks to all the edging he had so kindly bestowed upon you previously), Yoongi already started to feel your walls tightening around his dick, noticing your legs start to shake as he used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit as he did before. This time, as your nails clawed down his back and he sucked purple marks down your neck, he did not pull out and you felt your long awaited orgasm crash down on you. ‘F...fuck Yoongi. I’m cu...cumming’, you cried out, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life as his breathy low moans in your ear gave you chills.
‘I’m g...gonna cum too’ he groaned, thrusts becoming eratic and sloppy as you felt his warm cum finally fill you up, panting as you eventually started coming down from your high. Yoongi pulled out of you carefully, frowing as you winced from the overstimulation. You lay on the tangled bedsheets in a sweaty, limp heap as you felt the bed dip. Soon, Yoongi came back with a wet towel and tenderly cleaned you up, tossing it somewhere before pulling your back in towards his bare chest. ‘Was that enough attention for you darling?’ he jokingly asked, making you reach out a hand and lightly smack him in the arm, causing him to chuckle. You felt the vibrations of his laugh through his chest, a feeling that brought you great comfort. ‘I’m gonna need that laptop though’ he leaned in to whisper in your ear, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. ‘Tomorrow’, you murmered softly, already half asleep as your boyfriend smiled to himself.
‘Tomorrow’
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 2 years
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first of: you’re super talented, I’m in love with your writing
second: pls pls pls write anakin smut my boy needs some love
thank you, I adore you❤️
Thank you 🙏 , I really do appreciate it so so much x
But not even joking you sent me this not a moment after I just published some Anakin smut I’ve been working on in light of the new Kenobi series, so if you want I’d love for you to go read that, and hope you like it xx
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Intrusions
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Summary: Anakin intrudes on your alone time in the empty corridors of the Jedi temple, demanding to know why you can’t sleep. Eventually, you have to tell him
Pairing: f!reader x Anakin Skywalker
Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, using pet names?, public sex
I wrote this over the span of a few months so please forgive me if it’s a bit incoherent and I have not had the chance to correct my mistakes x
‘What are you doing’, comes a voice from the darkness behind you, drawing out a quiet gasp from your lips as your eyes widen a fraction in suprise. It was posed as more of a demand than a question, as all questions seemed to be when they came from Anakin Skywalker. You had sensed a presence approaching even before you had heard his footsteps, and yet you still felt your heart slightly pick up speed at the sound of his voice. Your master never ceased to surprise you.
Having realised he had actually asked you a question, albeit his tone said otherwise, you tilted your head in his direction from where you were leaning against a cold stoned pillar. It was always dark in the corridors of the Jedi temple due to the evident lack of lighting, so the material world and its accompanying shadow all seemed to melt together into a general dull blue tone. But the gentle slopes and crevices of Anakin’s face were illuminated softly by the glare of the moon; you had always thought that the scar etched along his eye was beautiful. He did not.
‘I couldn’t sleep,’ you finally replied, not really sure what else to say. It wasn’t a lie. You tried to go to bed, shutting your eyes and meditating with the hope of quietening your ever-clouded mind. It was a wonder you managed to have any control over the force with the number of thoughts passing in and out of your brain every second of the day. It was no wonder - there was always so much to think about. There was the mission you were assigned to go on with Obi-Wan, the galaxy - wide clone wars the Jedi were relentless fighting through, your training sessions with Anakin, the way Anakin fought, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you…
‘Why is that?’ he asked as he approached you in his nonchalant way, walking slowly to lean on the pillar opposite you, wearing a look of slight concern. He was now stood in a particularly bright beam of moonlight. You combed your fingers through your hair, out of your face and eyes as you looked up into his, now more clearly illuminated. ‘Just thinking about going to Corusant with Obi-Wan in a few days,’ you replied. Once again, it wasn’t technically a lie. It was definitely a prevalent thought in your mind. You had just decided not to disclose the whole truth to your young master. Anakin took a few steps forward to stand before you. Your eyes followed as his hand moved to gently touch your shoulder, in a gesture you assumed was meant to comfort you. It did not.
‘Something else is clearly bothering you. We didn’t get captured on Naboo and imprisoned together for weeks for you to now conceal things from me y/n. If somethings on your mind, you can tell me’, he chuckled slightly, with that rich, earthy laughter that filled you simultaneously with a sense of longing and dread. Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments. Everyone knew that. Love could be your greatest strength, but in the end your very downfall. You weren’t going to confess any sort of feelings to your master. It would be wrong in every way. And yet…
‘Hey,’ he whispered, reaching a hand beneath your chin and tilting your head up with featherlight touch. ‘It’s me. What’s going on.’ You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts just as you had failed to do so a mere half an hour ago. Shockingly, Anakin’s lips being just a breath away did nothing to satiate the increase in your lack of control, and you saw a shift behind his eyes as he somehow picked up on the way you seemed to react to his touch. The sudden change in his demeanour went unnoticed by you. What was going on in that maze of a mind of his? Instead of removing his hand, something seemed to register in his mind, and another part seemed to make a choice.
‘So that’s why’ he muttered, more to himself than anything else, removing his hand and yet not stepping even an inch away. ‘What?’ you questioned helplessly, eyes darting nervously around the desolate corridors, as if you would find an explanation to his behaviour there. ‘If you wanted me so badly, why didn’t you say so’, his voice came out more as a whisper than anything else, forced through a subtle smirk overtaking his features. You blinked. ‘I don’t know what you mean, master,’ you answered, feeling you legs border a state of collapse. ‘I think you do,’ his voice had lowered in pitch to a deeper tone that seemed to wrap around your every nerve. He tilted his head, looking down at you as if the answer was obvious. His hands moved down, daring to trail lower until they held you by your waist. He leaned down ever so slightly, face inches away from yours.
‘Why can’t you sleep’ he asked in his demanding tone once more, this time with a spark you hadn’t seen before behind it. ‘I already told you, I was…’ you tried to give him your bullshit explanation once more but his hands were snaking around your waist and moving impossibly lower into a very dangerous territory. Your breath stuttered, eyes momentarily looking up to his before immediately darting away. ‘Attachments are forbidden. You can’t develop feelings at risk of endangering…’ you tried once more before he cut you off once more. ‘So you want me to just…’ he started, removing his hands and holding them up in the air as if they weren’t wrapped around you mere moments ago, taking a step back. ‘…forget what is so clear to me now and pretend like I’m not aware of what we so clearly want to do to each other?’
The genuineness of his question took you by surprise. Yet again. ‘W…what we want to do to each-other?’ you breathed out, searching in his eyes for a lie. You could not find one. He rolled his eyes, looking down at you as he did before, this time with an unmistakable look of desire. Your brows furrowed as if in deep thought. ‘If you don’t want me to take you right here whilst the whole temple is asleep and make you feel things you couldn’t even imagine, then please. Do tell’. He finished with a shrug that could have sent you to your knees. You weighed up your options for what seemed like an eternity to Anakin, who was hoping with his while being that you wouldn’t send him away. After a drawn out silence, he was about to finally turn away and leave you to your thoughts before he found you tugging him towards you using the force, pulling him down by his robes into a long awaited kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours, a welcome contrast to the cool pillar that Anakin was now pressing you up against.
You closed your eyes as you immersed yourself in Anakin’s every touch. His large hands found themselves wrapped around your waist once more, this time with an added touch of his knee pressing up between your legs making you feel euphoric. His kisses were slow and meaningful, a welcome contrast to his usual snarky coldness. Soon you felt his hands move to your thighs, pulling you up with outstanding ease to wrap your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you tangled your hands in his hair, breathing in his scent and moaning quietly into his mouth when you felt his prominent bulge press against your core.
He broke the kiss, almost in surprise due to the small sound that managed to escape your lips. He opened his mouth for a moment as if to say something but apparently decided to withhold his comment, shutting it promptly, his eyes looking up into yours as he held you. ‘What?’ you demanded, looking down into his glinting eyes. ‘Nothing princess’ he tried, leaning in to capture your lips but you quickly moved your hand and tugged his hair sharply to tilt his head away from yours. You weren’t expecting the man to moan from the sting and your eyes widened when it was his turn to say ‘what?’ as he grinned up at you. ‘What we’re you going to say?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow, warning him not to lean in again until he provides you with a satisfactory answer.
He looked down for a moment. ‘Have you done this before?’ he asked softly, looking back into your eyes with a more genuine look, any traces of a smirk all but gone. You nodded. ‘Once, during my first year of training. Have you?’ He laughed at this, nodding in a way that told you all you needed to know. You felt a slight pang of jealousy and it must have seeped through your attempt at a careless look, as he quickly responded ‘not for a long time, though. Never with someone I actually cared for, until now. Fuck his god forsaken way of making you want to melt into a puddle right there, a blush creeping up your décolletage.
Before he could make fun of you, you placed you hands either side of his face and pulled him in roughly, feeling him slightly pull you against himself, grinding into you. Even these small amounts of friction over clothed fabric were making your head spin. You needed him all, right now. ‘Fuck me master, please’ you whined as you ground down on his dick particularly hard, causing him to groan. ‘You’re really gonna call me master right now and expect me not to fuck you?’ he groaned, making you laugh slightly at the way it seemed to turn him on in this context. But he quickly moved his hands to your waist, helping you back to the ground, towering over you with an air of hesitancy as he asked for the final time ‘you sure?’
You nodded furiously, trying to reach for his trousers but he caught your wrists, holding them in their place. It was a shame to say the action only turned you on more. ‘I need your words, princess’ he said in a somewhat serious tone, with the pet name doing nothing to ease the wetness growing down below. ‘Yes. Yes, fuck yes’ you reiterated, snatching your hands out of his loosened grip and scrambling to get his clothes off. He did the same to you, panting with impatience and soon there you both were; you were pressed up against the wall, the tip of his cock at your entrance, dripping with anticipation and staring deep into his eyes as if your life depended on it.
‘Put it in’ you whispered, attempting to mirror his smirk before it was wiped clean off, only to be replaced by your jaw dropping as his cock finally entered you. He was slow and purposefully careful with his actions, but with every inch that entered you your legs grew weaker. He picked up one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he got closer to bottoming out, pushing in impossibly deeper as you whined from both the pleasure and slight burn. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck to distract you from the slight initial discomfort, praising you for being ‘such a good girl’ and ‘taking me so well’. Finally, he was all the way in and he rested his forehead against yours as he waited for you to adjust. You were both panting, relishing the mere feeling of being so close and intimate with each-other for the first time. When he finally felt you pull his waist in with the leg that was positioned around him, you swore you heard him sigh with relief as he began to move.
The first thrust sent you to another plane of existence. He felt so good and you were sure your incessant whines let him know just that. It didn’t help that he was kissing your neck, moving to your ear to whisper ‘you look so pretty like this, with my cock inside you. Squeezing me so well’. You wouldn’t have previously considered yourself as having a praise kink, but maybe it was a subject that needed to be seriously considered. He continued to pound into you, with you holding on to his broad shoulders for dear life. ‘Don’t stop Anakin…I’m getting close’ you whisper-screamed, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his pace nearly doubled with his thrusts feeling stronger and deeper with every passing second.
Your moans grew breathless and animalistic as he reached down to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you thoroughly both inside and out. Soon you were starting to feel overstimulated as you neared the edge of your release, swearing you could feel tears brimming your eyes which were tightly shut. ‘Fuck, feels so good…master’ you choked out, resulting in Anakin’s cock twitching deliciously inside you at the name. ‘Come for me, princess. I wanna see you come’ Anakin’s voice wavered in an almost whine as his lips brushed against your neck, moving to suck a mark there as a threatening reminder of your sins tomorrow morning. Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, you felt his hand clamping down on your mouth, a feeble attempt at muffling your cries of pleasure which you were surprisingly grateful for. You couldn’t stress enough how much you did not want Obi Wan to see your master fucking you, let alone a Jedi you weren’t close with. The movements of his dick reaching places you don’t think even you had ever touched, along with the motions of his hand on your clit and other hand on your mouth all swiftly pushed you over the edge and you came hard, walls clamping down on his dick, whining into his hand. You threw your head back against the wall, hands scrambling to hold onto something to ground you and prevent you from going insane at how good he felt.
Soon you felt his thrusts falter as you began to come down from your high, moving to comb your fingers through his hair as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up as he reached his own orgasm. He groaned quietly as you panted, trying to not only catch your breath but also regain your grasp on reality. He pulled out of you as he began to soften, moving to kneel before you, to your surprise. ‘What are doing An…’ you started as his face neared your core before his tongue licked a clean swipe up your folds, undoubtedly tasting the mixture of his cum and your juices on his tongue. You wanted to stop him, cringing at the thought, but the way his tongue was moving had you going weak. You fought through the overstimulation as his tongue slid inside of you briefly, unwilling to push him away when you looked down to see the sight of your master on his knees. Just for you. Once he was done with apparently cleaning you up, he pressed a kiss to your oversensitive clit, causing you to shudder and press your back further into the cold wall.
He got up to stand before you regaining his full height, suddenly looking rather vulnerable. You watched him pull on his clothes from the heap on the floor, mirroring his actions yourself. If he hadn’t just been inside of you, you probably would have felt a slight pang of panic at the way he looked so unlike his usual cocky self. But it was completely silent. ‘I should get to bed’ you stated awkwardly to break the quiet, starting to walk off, but you felt a hand quickly catch your wrist, pulling you in flush against Anakin’s warm yet built chest, soft lips meeting yours in a quick but meaningful kiss. Anakin pulled back, sincerity filling his gentle gaze. ‘Thank you, y/n’ he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him genuinely, pressing your hand to his warm cheek for a moment, relishing the feeling of his skin against yours. ‘Thank you, Ani’ you echoed, before quickly turning and moving swiftly down the corridor in the direction of the sleeping chambers in order to escape the now weird atmosphere that seemed to suffocate you. How the hell were you going to face your master tomorrow having now fucked him.
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 2 years
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No Strings
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: You / Jimin
Rating: 18+ (smut)
Word Count: 3,019
Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 2 years
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Euphoria
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Summary: When the alcohol starts to take its effect, the boys suddenly seem to lose control over their hands…and minds, for that matter
Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook x reader
Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, fingering, penetration, overstimulation, threesome, unprotected sex, smut, 18+
Note from author: Essentially pure smut with plot, part 2 to ‘Reunited’, which you can read by clicking below. I spell checked but wrote this so quickly that something may have slipped past me. I’m pretty proud of this one. Lmk what you think x
Part 1
You shook your head in disbelief, holding up the delicate glass to your eye line. Following a sharp inhale and shutting of your eyes later, the liquid had slid smoothly down your throat. Jungkook followed suit, eyes watering slightly and skin gathering a pink tint as he reached for the bottle and took a few gulps. Your eyes widened and Jimin immediately grabbed the bottle, pouring half of it down his own throat. You in turn reached a hand out towards Jimin, motioning towards you with your fingers. ‘If we’re really doing this leave some for me’ you giggled as Jimin coughed and handed you the bottle to finish.
The movie was on in the background as you felt the vodka’s warmth start to spread throughout your insides. Spacing out slightly, you felt the weight of the substance in your lower abdomen and legs, the busy thoughts in your mind slowly slipping out, becoming devoid of coherent thought. This drew out a giggle from your redenned lips as you suddenly started to find Jimin’s hand on your thigh funny. Jungkook turned to see what the source of the sudden laughter was. The subtle sparkle in Jungkook’s eyes told you that he was definitely starting to feel it’s affects just as you were, and Jimin’s arm decidedly snaking round your waist once more told you the same about him. This time, Jimin lifted you up onto his lap, placing you gently on his thighs. You stared at the hands secured around you overtop the blanket, the alcohol making your head start to spin, causing you to become entranced with the feeling of his hands on your skin. The touch now somehow felt intensified and you felt yourself subtly bite your lip as the only thoughts left in your head were those of Jimin flipping you over and fucking you right this second. Any sober thoughts left behind reminded you that you were just friends, and you seemed to wake up from your trance temporarily, internally shaking your head at the fucked up images circling through your head. Your skirt was slightly higher than it should have been at this point, but you chose to leave it as it was.
You lay against Jimin with the blanket covering the both of you, perfectly content with this drunken haze you had been blessed with. You knew the alcohol had only just started to take its effect, however, and if this was just the start then you knew you were in for a rough ride. You shifted your weight on Jimin’s lap, trying to find a comfortable position, when you felt something start to harden beneath you and felt his hands tighten suddenly as his warm breath tickled your neck. You carried on moving. Jimin slipped his hands beneath the blanket, gripping the bare skin of your waist forcefully to hold your still. He sounded slightly breathless in your ear and you closed your eyes to revel in the sudden seduction lacing his voice as he whispered ‘you don’t want to do that, baby’. Your eyes shot open at the name, even more so as one of his hands slid down further and further until it slid under your skirt and grazed the very top of your thigh, right where a sudden warmth had started to spread.
You started to slightly turn around, whispering back ‘Jimin what-‘ but before you could get out a sentence his hand dipped beneath your waistband and you felt the pads of his fingers graze your clit. Your hand shot beneath the blanket, grabbing onto his wrist as it moved ever so slightly back and forth, applying the slightest bit of pressure. You felt his arm flex against your abdomen. ‘What the fuck Jimin. Have you lost your mind?’ you hissed through your teeth, not quite trying to stop the accelerating motions of his talented hand. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ he lowered his voice, leaning right in to brush the shell of your ear with his soft lips. Your eyes shot to Jungkook who seemed to be oblivious to what was happening directly beside him. It was a good part in the movie. ‘You’re drunk, Jimin’ you shot back, feeling him slightly raise his hips into you, his bulge growing ever so prominent. He groaned right into your ear, sending goosebumps racing across your skin and a wetness right down to your core. ‘Oh I know, baby’ he replied, not ceasing the movements of his hands, now moving in quite confident circles on your clit, causing you to bite back a moan. There it was again. That name he had never called you before. Your breathing was speeding up at an alarming rate. ‘So you want me to stop?’ he questioned, halting the motions of his hand. You shook your head quickly, almost desperately as the sudden lack of stimulation made you realise just how good Jimin was capable of making you feel. ‘That’s what I thought’ he whispered as he slid a finger inside you. That was too much for you apparently, as at that moment your mouth decided to betray you and let slip a whiny moan.
Jungkook’s head turned to look at you like an owl turns to look at its prey. You could practically feel Jimin’s cocky ass smirk digging into your back. ‘Are you ok y/n, you sound like you’re in pain’ he asked, but for some reason he had a big grin plastered on his face as he placed his arm right by your covered legs and leaned in a bit closer. So that’s what the whispering was about in the kitchen. You gulped. Jimin hadn’t ceased his movements; In fact, he had actually decided to slip in a second finger while Jungkook slid ever closer, causing you to physically cover your hand with your mouth to try and suppress a scream.
‘Jungkook I think she needs your help’ Jimin insisted, moving down to lick your ear. You knew you were all drunk but what the fuck was he doing. ‘I think she does, Jimin. You want me to help you out baby?’ Jungkook reached out and brushed a hand down the side of your face as he said this. Fuck. Anything but the name. All you could think to do was nod your head as you sat there and took what Jimin was giving you. Not a moment later Jungkook had closed the gap between you, kissing you intensely as Jimin kept fingering you. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, tasting the alcohol on his lips as he slipped a tongue into yours.
You started clenching against Jimin’s fingers. ‘Fuck I’m g-gonna cum’ you whined, reaching out to tangle your hands in Jungkooks’s soft hair, tugging slightly to draw out a moan from his pretty mouth. ‘Holy fuck you’re so hot’ Jungkook whispered when you pulled away. You felt Jimin’s chest vibrate with what seemed to be laughter as you were moments from cumming and without warning he slipped his fingers out and threw off the blanket, leaving you in a frustrated daze. You got up from his lap and turned around on your knees, about to start begging him to be quite honest, when you felt Jungkook’s hands move to grip your ass, feeling him rub his rock hard clothed buldge against your back. This caused you to go weak in the knees, falling forward to support your weight on your hands so you were essentially sandwiched between the two men on your hands and knees. A final coherent thought felt the need to make an appearance in the back of your mind, one of ‘this wasn’t where I thought this evening would go’. Jimin gazed at you intently as you whined, with all the sudden movement and stimulation from Jungkook behind you sending you into a frenzy.
‘Want to suck you off’ you gasped as you felt Jungkook start rub his dick against your folds, having apparently freed his cock from his pants. There goes that last ounce of sobriety. ‘I think hyung wants to be inside your sweet pussy first’ panted Jimin, cock straining against his pants as an aftermath of you grinding on him as he fingered you moments ago. ‘You’re so wet for me nuna’ you heard Jungkook praise as his fingers teased at your folds, sliding in and out at a torturing pace. You honestly couldn’t believe this was happening and knew you would regret it tomorrow, but as Jungkook slipped inside you without warning and you finally felt his veiny cock fill you up so deliciously, you gave yourself over to the gorgeous boys either side of you and reached for Jimin’s cock as your legs turned to jelly. Thank god you were on your knees.
You wasted no time in spitting on his dick and rubbing it up and down while Jimin whispered praise at you like ‘good girl’ and ‘you look so beautiful right now’. All the while Jungkook was slowly thrusting in and out of you, his little whines and grunts sending you into euphoria. ‘You’re so wet for me fuck’ he added to his collection of obscenities as you finally wrapped your lips around Jimin’s cock and felt him wrap his hands in your hair.
Jungkook quickly brought you close to finishing as his thrusts deepened and quickened with every passing moment, his sweaty chest leaning over against your back so he could reach around and start drawing hurried circles on your clit as he reached new depths inside you. You arched your back and moaned, the vibrations from your humming sending Jimin’s eyes rolling back into his skull. You stared up into his beautiful eyes, taking him as far back into your throat as possible, and Jimin wound his hands tightly through your hair and tugged as he came in your throat with what you could only describe as a whine. ‘Holy fuck y/n’ Jimin panted as you pulled of from his twitching cock, slightly smirking before falling to your elbows as Jungkook sped up infinitely with his actions. Jimin laughed and you tried to, but you were seconds away from cuming and Jungkook had just thrusted right up into your G-stop, groaning behind you ‘want you to cum for me. Need to cum inside you. Can I cum inside your beautiful cunt y/n? Please?’ His pathetic whines filled the room and all you could do was practically scream ‘Fuck, yes inside me’.
Your legs shook as you clenched around Jungkook’s huge dick, coming undone around him. He followed suit within seconds as you and your best friend of many years came together. You heard yourself scream his name as he finally slowed down his attack on our clit and stilled inside of you, reveling in the feeling just a moment longer. He pulled out. You collapsed onto the coach, chest moving up and down rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. A mixture of your wetness and Jungkook’s cum was dripping out of you, and you felt Jimin’s fingers push it back inside of you, causing you to yelp at the overstimulation. The three of you lay blissfully on the couch, with your limbs tangled up with theirs.
You lay facing Jungkook, and Jimin came to sweetly pepper kisses down your back as he hugged you from behind. Jungkook kissed your forehead, tucking in lose hairs behind your ear. But Jimin wasn’t ceasing with his kisses, and he started to slightly suck and leave behind new marks all over again. Jungkook smirked at you knowingly. You tried to turn around to murmer ‘Jimin what are you-‘ but he was quick to lean in and pant in your ear ‘you didn’t think we were done, did you? My turn now’
All you could do now was hope you wouldn’t be too sore tomorrow as you whispered ‘oh fuck me’, as Jungkook kissed you sweetly on the lips before replying ‘spread your legs then’.
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Reunited
Summary: You’re finally reunited with Jungkook and Jimin after weeks of being apart, spending a wonderful evening together. But things tend to get interesting when alcohol is involved
Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin x reader
Warnings: Drinking, sexual implications, mature themes, 18+
Note from author: This will be part 1 of 2, and part 2 will be very much pure smut so let me know if you would be interested x
You stood nervously at the door, fingers running over each other absent-mindedly. It had been weeks since you had last seen the boys but they had finally returned from their latest tour and were desperate to see you. Jimin had texted you a mere half an hour ago to come over to their shared apartment, sending you hurtling out of your flat and to your car at record-breaking speeds. Now stood facing their closed door which you had gently knocked against, your heart was racing and you felt butterflies violently swarming in your stomach.
After a short eternity, the sound of footsteps neared the door and it swung open to reveal an overjoyed Jungkook. His doe-eyes lit up at the sight of you, immediately shouting ‘she’s here’ to alert Jimin of your arrival. He pulled you in for a tight hug, strong arms enveloping you, pulling your head in to his chest. He was half a year younger than you, but still somehow so much taller. As he pulled away the earthy scent of his cologne lingered in the air and you were left feeling warm and fuzzy from his long-awaited embrace. You missed him dearly.
Not 5 seconds later, a blonde-haired Jimin appeared seemingly from thin air and came running towards you, with Jungkook instinctively stepping aside so that the slightly shorter man could hug you. Jimin lifted you clear of the ground, twirling you around as he said your name excitedly. He placed you back down gently and with care, leaning over you to push the door behind your back closed. Your eyes carefully followed his movements as his larger frame came within inches of yours for just a moment, feeling a slight stumble in your heart beat. You chose to ignore it.
An hour later, the three of you were sat comfortably on the plump couch in front of the huge television in their living room. You were sat in between the two boys with a steaming bowl of kimchi on your lap, helplessly grinning as you listened to the pair of them talk about all the exciting things they had done and experienced in these last few weeks, all the while revelling in the delicious food Jimin had prepared. You were told that it was Jin’s recipe, being the best cook in the group.
‘It was incredible, y/n. You have to come next time, we’ll get you a backstage pass or something’ Jungkook insisted as he got up to gather your empty bowl, followed by Jimin’s, moving to the doorway to place them in the kitchen. You turned to Jimin, now noticing the purple and pink streaks in his hair that made it look iridescent. ‘I’m loving the hair’, you teased with a laugh. ‘You look like a unicorn’. Jimin brushed a ring-covered-hand through his hair so it was swept back and away from his face, shaking his head whilst trying to contain a smile. ‘I know that your trying to insult me nuna, but the fan girls are loving it’ he replied with a sly grin and a tilt of his head. ‘Speaking of fan girls’, you began asking the question you had been bursting to ask since you got here. ‘Did you…you know…get it on with anyone during the tour?’.
Jimin’s eyes seemed to harden, an unreadable look taking ahold of his features. He looked uncomfortable. ‘No, why are you asking?’ he replied flatly. You sensed his change in demeanour but chose to ignore it, pressing on to say ‘what do you mean Jimi, you always tell me everything. Did you hook up with anyone or not?’. Jimin paused, looking into your eyes, trying to read you as if you were the one being mysterious all of a sudden. After a few stretched out seconds, he averted his eyes to the black television screen and replied ‘no y/n, why would I do that when-‘
He was cut off but Jungkook jumping onto the couch beside you with some popcorn, beers and a blanket in hand. ‘Let’s watch a movie’ he suggested, unfolding the huge blanket and placing it over the three of you, handing you the popcorn as he explained that ‘you were in the middle, so should hold it’. He filled you with such joy. Jimin seemed to have forgotten about the weird moment shared between you as he started suggesting movies you had never heard of before, reaching over your to grab a beer from his friend. Jungkook seemed to be highly opinionated and intent on choosing the perfect movie.
After what seemed like an eternity, you all settled into comfortable positions as the movie began to play; you were leaning against Jimin’s chest with an already half empty beer in hand, legs resting comfortably on Jungkook’s thighs. You were always very touchy with the boys, especially these two, as you had been friends for so long and practically knew no boundaries. Up to a certain point. Jungkook’s hands were resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing circles absent-mindedly as he gazed intently at the movie. Jimin’s firm hands were circled around your waist at the same time, his 2 empty beer bottled placed on the floor beneath you. The physical touch was welcome, especially as you knew it had no sexual intentions behind it, but you couldn’t help but feel as though Jimin’s hands had somehow slid down slightly lower down your waist, and his chin resting on your shoulder was very much intentional. But it was most definitely your touch-deprived imagination.
You turned your head slightly to look at Jimin who was entirely engrossed in the film, the screen reflecting in his serpent-eyes. His skin looked like it was glowing. He gazed down at you, noticing your eyes were glued to his face. ‘Is my face really more interesting than the movie, nuna?’ he questioned, that mischievous grin you loved so much making an appearance. You felt a light smack on your thigh. ‘Shut up both of you I’m trying to watch’ Jungkook said in annoyance, drawing out quiet laughs from both you and Jimin. ‘Sorry Kookie’ you replied, hearing Jimin’s soft laughter by your ear, grabbing the beer from his hand and finishing it.
It was around halfway through the movie when Jimin had gotten up, claiming to have the most incredible idea. ‘What now?’ you looked at Jungkook as he looked almost angrily at Jimin. Jimin simply got up and patted Jungkook’s head, moving to grab at his hands and lift him up. ‘Come help me’ he commanded, pulling him towards the kitchen. You had groaned as you suddenly felt the emptiness of the warmth and comfort Jimin had provided, and even more so when Jungkook was swept away from beneath your legs. The boys stumbled slightly as they left the room and you could hear Jimin whispering something to Jungkook with extreme excitement follows by a little gasp. They returned shortly after, a bottle of vodka in Jimin’s hand and three shot glasses in Jungkook’s. Your eyes widened at this. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ you asked, with a stupid smile on your face. You were remembering the last time you had done shots with the boys. Yoongi and Jungkook had thrown up everywhere and Jimin, V and RM had to practically carry them home from the club.
‘What does it look like’ Jimin replied with a grin as Jungkook handed each of you a shot glass and grabbed the bottle to pour the alcoholic liquid into each glass in turn. Jimin sat back down and you turned to look at Jungkook who seemed to be gazing at you imminently. ‘This isn’t going to end well’ you said as Jimin threw his head back and let the sharp liquid slide down his throat. He looked at you and seemed to lean in just a fraction of a metre. ‘I count on it’ he replied, smiling deviously.
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triads and tribulations (m)
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+ featuring … jimin x reader x taehyung
+ summary … if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?
+ genre … pwp, smut
+ wordcount … 8.4k
+ warnings … rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up
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When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.
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⤑ word count: 1.4k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x afab!reader x jimin ⤑ genre: smut, pwp ⤑ summary: sometimes, jimin doesn't mind sharing ⤑ warnings: smut (smut warnings under the cut) ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ read on AO3 ⤑ masterlist ♡ updates
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⤑ smut warnings: threesome, oral (f.receiving), pussy slapping, unprotected sex, mentions of creampies and double penetration, and multiple orgasms
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“No, no, baby,” Jimin reprimands you, soft lips brushing against your earlobe, tongue sticking out to lick it. At the same time, his hands, which are holding the back of your thighs, right above your knee, spread your legs ever wider. His cock continues poking you in the back, hard and ready for you, precum smearing across your lower back, but that’s the least of your worries. “You’re going to be good, as promised, and you won’t try to close your legs while Jungkook is trying to make you come. Got it?”
“Mhm,” you hum pathetically, a whine escaping your lips not even a second later when the other man dives right between your legs again, his fingers keeping your lips spread as his tongue attacks your clit. Long languid swipes from earlier are replaced with quick and hard circles against your clit, his saliva dripping down to your hole where it meets your juices.
You’re sticky and messy already and you know they’re just getting started. You should have never told Jimin you wanted to try out Jungkook, not even jokingly. How were you supposed to know he was wild enough to tell his friend about it, get him to agree to join you on one of the nights you’re spending together? If anything, you said it to make Jimin a bit jealous. Well, now you’re paying the price, and you love it.
Jimin’s sweating too, chest wet as your back leans against it, his mouth roaming your neck and shoulder as you both look down at Jungkook whose face is in your crotch, tongue still working your clit, big eyes looking up at your face to see how you like it. “Is he doing a good enough job?” Jimin asks, his teeth grazing your neck. “Huh?”
“Yes, fuck, he’s doing great,” you mumble, trying to press your thighs together, unable to take it. The thing is, this is the third orgasm Jungkook’s trying to coax out of you with his mouth only, your hole dripping and clamping around nothing for way too long. You just want them to touch you or fuck you or do both, but both men seem to enjoy teasing you this way. “Please, Jungkook…”
“Then why don’t you let him hear how much?” Jimin suggests, hands lifting your legs even more just to spite you for trying to close them. You can’t fight Jimin’s strength and you don’t want to—closing your thighs would get you nothing since Jungkook’s right between them, now sucking on your clit, his hands moving up to grope your tits. “You’re being awfully quiet for someone who wanted to fuck us both, you know… Is it because I told you to shut up?”
You remember Jimin’s stern voice telling you that earlier when you were begging them to touch you. Your begging earned you a couple of slaps across your slit, the sounds wet and embarrassing, but they made Jungkook tug his cock a bit faster and Jimin hissed in your ear, “What a needy little cunt we have here… Just a bit of tongue and you’re already drooling and begging for dick. Bet you’d let us both fuck you raw and fill you full of cum when you’re fucked out like this.”
Well, that was then, and this is now, and you know better than to beg because it only prolongs your suffering. And yes, Jimin’s right—it’s exactly why you’ve kept your mouth shut, so you tell that to Jimin.
“I meant, stop being so needy and asking for more than we’re letting you have,” Jimin’s quick to explain. “But, you can be as loud as you want. Maybe Jungkook takes it easy on you if you’re good to him.”
The second you have permission, you stop clenching your jaw and refraining from moaning. It’s like the dam breaks loose—you start moaning and talking dirty, telling Jungkook just how perfect his tongue feels in you, how much you can’t wait for him to fuck you and give you what you want.
Jimin’s right—you being vocal seems to make the younger man go in even harder, getting lost in it, moving his head from side to side with his tongue stuck out and licking you all over, grunting into your pussy. At the same time, Jimin’s hold on your legs is still as strong, keeping your legs wide open. “God, Jimin, he’s perfect,” you groan, kicking your head back, letting it rest on Jimin’s shoulder.
Your hands fly down to Jungkook’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of his curls, and pulling him in even closer. “Jungkook, fuck, I’m close again,” you warn him, even though you’re sure he can tell since the signs are all there, and he’s seen them twice tonight already.
“Gonna come for me again?” he asks, taking a break from sucking on your clit. “Gonna cream for me? Wish you were doing it around my cock…”
“I can,” you hiss the words at him when he goes back to flicking your clit with his tongue. “Want to feel you in me when I come… Come all over that big cock of yours.”
Those are the magic words, it seems, because they get Jungkook to move away, jump up to his knees and slide over until he’s hovering over both you and Jimin. The next second, his thumb starts circling your clit, his pretty eyes narrowing as he smirks at you, the remnants of your previous orgasms glistening over his lips and chin. “Taste so fucking good,” he hums. “Bet you feel just as good.”
“Find out,” you say teasingly, hoping Jimin won’t decide you’re talking too much and ruin your fun again.
“Getting frisky, huh?” Jimin asks you, chuckling before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. “Haven’t seen you this fucking horny in a long time.”
“You’re just too good,” you tell him, hand moving to his face, gently patting it. “Can’t wait to feel you.”
Your hips buck into Jungkook’s hand as it plays with your clit, back rubbing against Jimin’s leaking erection, legs clenching as you moan, hoping Jungkook will have some mercy. He does, you realize when he positions his cock at your entrance and just slides in, bottoming out.
“Good?” he grunts at you, face frowning as he fights off his orgasm, you guess. Jungkook seems to like your wet cunt a bit too much, you realize, and it almost makes you laugh. If you do, he can easily pull out and continue teasing you, and that’s not a chance you’re willing to take tonight.
“Perfect,” you respond, clenching your walls around his cock to show him how much you like it.
“Now be good and come for him,” Jimin chuckles. Jungkook’s thumb is still moving around your clit, getting you closer to your orgasm by the second with the help of Jimin’s mouth on your neck, sucking and licking teasingly, humming against your skin. “Show him how your cunt begs for cum, how you suck him right in when you come.”
It’s a feeling Jimin knows all too well, a feeling he’ll never get enough of. He doesn’t mind sharing if he gets to have you again and again, and seeing you get this fucked out when someone else touches you doesn’t make him jealous—it just makes Jimin want you more, want to fuck you better, want to make you scream more than his friend is doing right now.
“Come on, be good for me, do it,” Jungkook grunts, fingers pinching your nipple while his thumb keeps its merciless rhythm, rubbing you just right. “Want to feel you cream.”
And then, Jungkook starts moving his hips fast, surprising you by being able to focus on doing both at once. Every thrust of his cock pushes you further into Jimin’s body, stretches your walls apart, gets you ready to come for him, and you both know it.
“Right there, just like that,” you mutter through clenched teeth, trying hard not to scream as your hand grips Jimin’s hair, the other grabbing Jungkoook’s free hand, which is playing with your nipple. “Please, fuck, ple—ah! I’m coming, fuck, ah, Jungkook!”
You’re not sure what happens then because it all goes black for a second as his cock coaxes another intense orgasm out of you, your body convulsing, back arching against Jimin’s, pussy full of Jungkook’s cock. “And now we start for real,” Jungkook says as he leans in, mouth attaching to yours as he lets you taste yourself on his tongue. “Ready for both?” Right then, Jungkook lifts your hips so Jimin can let go of your thighs and grab his cock, moving it up to your entrance. “You didn’t think we were finished, did you?”
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Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)
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WC: 6.8k
Summary: It’s Life Day but Anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty fucking mouth
WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but it’s not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?
(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).
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ANAKIN SKYWALKER • REVENGE OF THE SITH “There’s more than one way out of here.”
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Get out of my head
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Summary: An innocent training session with Anakin turns into something slightly more sexual
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x f!reader
Warnings: Swearing, slightly public sex, fingering, filthy smut, inappropriate use of the force, overstimulation, ever so slightly dubcon, maybe slight degradation, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home)
This is my first time writing for Anakin, so I hope it turned out good. I am absolutely feral for this man, so tried to do him justice. Enjoy <3
You stumbled backwards, the blue lightsaber hurtling towards you just narrowly missing your face by an inch. Twirling your very own purple lightsaber, you did your best to skilfully counter the forceful swing heading right for your torso. The two beams clashed together in a glorious spark, the harmonious hum echoing throughout the training room. You struggled to push back against his lightsaber, his blue eyes holding your gaze as if challenging you.
You groaned as the beams of light neared your face, your arms aching from the strain. ‘I thought you were gonna go easy on me’ you grunted, eliciting a chuckle from the Jedi in front of you. ‘This is me going easy’ he smirked in response, not a hint of strain or struggle to be found. Cocky little bastard. You rolled your eyes and drew energy from the force around you, pushing his lightsaber back with yours causing him to slightly stumble backwards.
Not a second later, the beams of light were flying again, Anakin slowly backing you up further and further towards the wall behind you. Just as you had ducked down to avoid yet another effortless swing, Anakin held his hand out and before you could blink your lightsaber flew out of your hand, clattering a few metres away on the floor. You whipped your head around from where you watched your weapon settle, back to the devil in disguise before you.
‘We said no force’ you fumed, crossing your arms as you stared up at him angrily, face flushed from the intense workout that is any duel with your infuriating Jedi partner. ‘So what was that back there?’ he questioned, that unwavering grin still adorning his face, as if a sign were stuck to his face saying ‘I’m better than you’. He better wipe that smug look of his face before you…
‘Before I what?’ he challenged, taking a step closer to where you were stood. You forget how tall he is sometimes. ‘Get out of my head, Ani’ you seethed, eyes narrowing and fists clenching. ‘Why? Do you want me inside somewhere else, m’lady?’
You threw your hand out, slightly moving it to the side sending Anakin’s own lightsaber flying, joining yours on the floor. He opened his mouth in faux shock. ‘This is a training exercise advised so kindly by Master Obi-Wan, not a chance for you to flirt, Anakin’ you seethed, voice dripping with sarcasm. He shrugged innocently, that sly grin unmoved. That just pissed you off even more. His chin was tilted ever so slightly downward, so the whites underneath his eyes were visible. Your heart was struggling to keep up with the way he was looking at you, beating at gods know how many miles an hour. He took a step closer watching you intently as you took a step back. You weren’t scared, obviously, but something about him was so intimidating. Maybe the thought of how easily he could physically dominate you in a fight… or somewhere else… ‘I thought you didn’t want me in your bed’ he spoke nonchalantly, as if this was a normal conversation. ‘I said get out of my head’ you almost shouted, starting to reach your hand out towards the direction of your lightsaber before Anakin closed the distance between you in an instant, grabbing your arm. The sudden act made you jump back, however the wall was there to stop you. The cool stone made you flinch, turning around for a second only to turn back to Anakin’s face very much near yours. Your eyes widened. You felt like his prey, ensnared in his carefully crafted trap. Was this his plan all along?
Tilting your head up so you could actually meet his gaze, you furrowed your brow. ‘Stop this, Anakin. Let go of me’ you commanded, trying to stop the slight quiver in your voice, ignoring the way the gentle grip of his hand around your wrist set of just about every horny neurone in your body. ‘If you say so, m’lady’ he replied smoothly, releasing your arm to your surprising disappointment. You both stood there for a moment, him gazing down at you, you gazing up at him.
‘Stop calling me that’
‘Calling you what, m’lady?’
‘That’
‘But it’s so amusing’
‘I hate you’ you groaned, before you grabbed him by his robe and pulled his face down to yours. As you collided, he pressed you up against the wall, hands instinctively moving to surround your waist. His hands felt warm and secure, and you couldn’t help let slip a small moan. Anakin pulled away for a moment, laughing as he said ‘really y/n, kissing me with old Yoda next door. You better be more quiet than this when I fuck you’. He moved to trail kisses gently down your neck, sucking every so often leaving marks that were sure to remind you of your sins tomorrow. ‘Who said you’re gonna fuck me?’ you fired back, running your hands through his golden brown hair, grip tightening when he suddenly ground his hips against you, drawing out yet another moan. He paused his assault of your neck for a moment to look down at you, giving you that knowing look. ‘Shut up’ you breathed, even more pissed off than before. Blood rushed to your face, staining your cheeks a gentle pink as Anakin replied, ‘I didn’t say anything’. ‘Shut the fuck up’ you commanded, his smirk seemingly growing wider at your pathetic attempt at telling him what to do. You pulled his face back up to yours, kissing him as he effortlessly slid his hands up your thighs, picking you up so your legs were wrapped securely around his muscular waist. You could feel just how hard he was under you, and you couldn’t help but smirk against the kiss yourself.
Anakin pulled back for a moment to gaze up at you, fueling a slight annoyance within you that his lips were not currently attached to yours. He was the drug that you were already so helplessly addicted to. But oh god, the view of his angelic face from above him as he held you made you melt, and you felt yourself grow more turned on by the second. Anakin leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue entering your mouth as yours did the same. He swiftly carried you over to a huge desk lying against the wall, covered in all sorts of spare lightsaber parts, bandages and tools. Supporting you with just one arm, he used the other to swipe everything off of the table and placed you down on it, standing between your legs as he regained his position of power above you, not once breaking the kiss.
You reached out for the belt tying his Jedi robe together, undoing it as fast as you could. It slid off, followed by the robe, revealing Anakin’s perfectly sculpted body beneath. You couldn’t help but stare, drinking in the slopes and curves of his chest and abdomen, slightly losing yourself in the godly view before you. ‘See something you like?’ he smirked, as he took it upon himself to undo the belt securing your own robe. It slipped off, leaving your top half in just a bra. You watched him admire you, looking like he wanted to devour you, as you helped him to remove your trousers. He also moved to remove your bra, but you leaned away slightly. ‘Don’t get all shy on me now, y/n’ he chuckled, making you mumble a quiet ‘fuck you’, removing it yourself as to not give him the satisfaction. You slowly let the flimsy piece of fabric dangle from your hand, moving it and dropping it on the floor, leaving you bare to his hungry eyes. ‘Holy shit’ he muttered as he pulled you in quickly to the edge of the table, kneeling before you. Fuck.
He ran his hands up your thighs, kissing the insides gently, as he got closer and closer to where you needed him most. The whole time his eyes gazed right up into yours, and the eye contact was making you feral. You were practically dripping as he hooked his finger in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down over your legs. You were now entirely exposed to the Jedi before you, and yet you found it exhilarating. Anakin’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of your legs spread perfectly for him. His fingers ghosted at your folds, the light touches doing more bad than good. ‘All this for me?’ he asked, feigning shock as the tip of his fingers slid in and quickly out of your entrance, your slick coating his finger. ‘Ani c’mon’ you whined, tugging gently at one of his arms. If he thought you were going to sit there and take what he gave you… he was absolutely right. You were entranced by his every move. ‘You sound so pretty when you beg’ he replied, voice as smooth as silk, laced with lust. ‘I’m not begging I just want…want you’ you answered almost shyly, suddenly now averting your eyes from his. His hand reached out to tilt your head back towards his, saying softly ‘What do you want me to do, princess?’
‘Just stop staring and fuck me already’ you begged in annoyance, your tone reverting back to that sharpness and snappiness again. The corners of his mouth turned upwards as he said ‘Sorry I didn’t quite catch that’. You frowned and let out a heavy sigh before raising your voice slightly to say ‘oh please Master Anakin fuck me already’. Although sensing the hint of sarcasm, his eyes slightly darkened at the name you called him. ‘As you wish, m’lady ’ he replied smugly, licking his lips as his expression turned primal. He rose from where he was seated, pulling you in by the back of your neck and kissing you roughly.
He reached his hand down to free his dick from his trousers, but you pushed it away gently. You removed it yourself and began to stroke it as you felt his hips buck slightly into your touch, moaning into the kiss. Judging by the size of it, this was not going to be an easy ride, but at this point any pain would only add to the pleasure. Anakin moved impossibly closer, one hand travelling down to replace your hand to position the tip of his cock at your entrance, the slight pressure from him rubbing it up and down your folds making you want to squeeze your legs together. To your surprise, you found an invisible force keeping them apart, if not pushing them even wider. ‘Your gonna wanna keep them open for me’ he grinned, moving to plant kisses on your neck as he did before. He pushed in ever so slightly, using every ounce of self control not to slam into you right then and there. With every inch that slipped in, you felt your breath catch; you had never had someone so big.
Anakin broke the kiss, smirking. ‘Someone having a hard time taking it?’ he whispered in your ear, stretching your walls with a heavenly burn. When you didn’t answer, he pushed in impossibly deeper. You whined, gripping his broad shoulders for dear life as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. ‘Oh fuck me, Ani.’ you groaned, ecstasy burning through every nerve you had. He stilled for a moment, relishing the feeling of being inside of you, your walls hugging him just how he liked it. But as soon as he felt you adjust, he was pulling out slightly, before slamming into you more forcefully, over and over again. At first his thrusts were slow and meaningful, but soon he sped up and had your legs going weak.
Your breathing sped up, and your mind went foggy as you felt heat grow and spread to your entire body as you neared your release. ‘Fuck Ani, just like that’ you moaned as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, the new angle sending you into orbit. You were both growing very near to release, when Anakin moved his hand down to start rubbing circles on your clit. With him kissing and stimulating both your inside and out, soon you were at your breaking point and the knot building up inside you snapped.
You cried out, feeling wave after wave of pleasure, too stimulated to speak, his name along with a string of obscene curses leaving your mouth in a groan. ‘Oh yeah? You like that?’ he asked, his voice alone adding to the already overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. With each thrust you felt your walls clench around him, legs shaking slightly as you began to come down from your high. However, instead of slowing down, Anakin started pounding into you harder and faster, not ceasing the motions of his hand on your clit.
‘A…Anakin I can’t…’ you whined, trying to push his hand away, but he simply used his impressive control of the force to move your hand away. He fucked you relentlessly, chasing his own release as your fists tightened around the edge of the table, feeling extremely overstimulated. Soon his thrusts started turning sloppy, and your mouth fell open in both pleasure and shock as yet another orgasm hit you with full force. Anakin’s breathless moans filled the air, a deep sensual ‘fuck’ whispered right by your ear. His hips stilled as he came deep inside of you, both hands moving to grip your hips and pull himself deeper within. You felt your walls clench around him as aftershocks of your second orgasm shook your body. Your foreheads rested against each other for a moment, both of you comforted by the other’s presence . As you both slowly came down from your highs, breaths ragged, Anakin slowly and agonisingly pulled out, and you fell back to lie down on the table beneath you.
The Jedi pulled his trousers back up, moving to gently lift you up and help you get dressed. He scooped you up in his arms, kissing you softly on your forehead. ‘Obi-Wan cannot find out about this’ you whispered, a small breathless chuckle escaping your lips though you were entirely serious. ‘How about a bath for now?’ he asked gently as he carried you out of the training room towards the corridor leading to his bedroom. Too exhausted to even muster a response, you simply nodded, looking up with adoration into his striking blue eyes. Words cannot express how much you longed for him to fuck you again and again in every position as soon as your legs decided to work once more. ‘They don’t have to work’ he shrugged as he neared his bedroom, making you roll your eyes. ‘I said get out of my hea…’ you began to protest before he ducked his head down and kissed you, softly this time, cutting you off. ‘Fine, at least give me that bath you promised first’ you giggled, as you felt his arm flex beneath you as one moved to open his door. ‘Why not both at the same time?’
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 2 years
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I Can Distract You
Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, using the force for sexual purposes, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it kids)
Scenario: Anakin took a day off from his Jedi duties so that he could spend time with you. Unfortunately you’re busy with work that you had to bring home, but Anakin has other ideas of ways to persuade you to give him your undivided attention.
Word count: 2k
A/N: this is my first star wars fic. I’ve written a lot for other fandoms but I’ve very recently gotten into Star Wars and I’m excited to write some! And ofc the first day thing I write is smut. I’m too horny. I would apologize for this being filthy but im not sorry so… enjoy!
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You and Anakin had been close friends for years now. And for the most part, that’s ALL you were. Only a few weeks ago, the two of you indulged in everything that Coruscant’s finest bar had to offer. The liquor swimming through both of your blood streams formed a new feeling between you that resulted in a passionate, drunken make out session that was dangerously close to becoming something more.
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wheresmybuckyhoes · 3 years
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Ruin your buzz
Summary: You had a bit too much to drink but Bucky just looks so delightful
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: Alcohol, slightly dubious consent, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend), swearing
I hope you enjoy this! I haven’t written in a while and any mistakes are my fault. Love you all xx
You wrapped your slender fingers around the neck of the fancy vodka bottle that lay in the cupboard before you, drawing you in from the moment you laid your hungry eyes on it. It had only taken you a few seconds to pick and override the electronic lock the rich bastard must have placed there in a feeble attempt to keep you out.
Bringing the thick glass to your blush lips, you tipped the burning liquid down your throat. It definitely burned less than the cheap Smirnoff vodka you would be obliged to drink during wild nights out with your friends. You feel a comforting warmth spread over your body, feeling your anxiety melt away the more you drank. Usually, your thoughts were so loud, mind constantly filled with a raging sea of voices and thoughts that can never be silenced. But with enough alcohol, these would all melt together into nothingness for just a few hours.
Satisfied with the drunken haze you gifted yourself, you slide the bottle back into place within the confinements of the glass - fronted cupboard, reactivating the lock. You could almost laugh at Stark’s feeble attempt to keep you out. Holding on meekly to the countertop above your head, you pull yourself up, trying to steady the spinning of your head. You were a lightweight, after all.
Just as you spun around in the direction of what you thought to be the doorway, you collided with a solid something which grunted as you stumbled back in surprise. You looked up at the obstacle standing in the way between you and your bedroom, slightly craning your neck to make up for the whole foot height difference.
‘Oh, hey Bucky’ you said brightly, giving him what you thought was the most convincing sober smile. ‘Didn’t see you there’. His darkened blue eyes narrowed, hand reaching out and grasping your chin, bringing your face closer to his. His eyes flickered between each glistening eye enclosing a blown pupil. ‘You’re drunk again’ he stated simply, letting out a sigh. You wriggled out of his grasp, before responding with an irritated ‘no I’m not’ and brushing past him.
Before you had taken even three steps, you felt a cold, metallic hand grasp your arm, pulling you back and eliciting a surprised yelp from you. ‘Bucky what the-‘ you began to say before Bucky cut you off with ‘you have got to stop this, y/n. It’s not healthy. Tony locked the liquor cupboard for a reason’. You blinked. ‘Who still says liquor?’ you giggled, completely ignoring Bucky’s attempt at words of wisdom. His grip tightened slightly, focusing your attention back on him. ‘Sober, huh? Let’s see about that’ he murmured before letting your arm go.
‘I didn’t quite catch tha-‘ before you could finish your sentence, something shiny flew directly towards your face, forcing you to jump out of the way. Bucky pulled his arm back ready for another punch. You tried to kick his legs out from under him, an easy self defence trick you had been taught to use on opponents who may be stronger than you. Instead, the only person tripping was you, and you fell meekly to the ground.
You raised your head from where you lay in a heap to gaze into Bucky’s eyes, expecting to see anger or disappointment, but seeing only sadness. ‘You could have hit me’ you whined, reaching for Bucky’s out stretched hand calling for you to get up. ‘I didn’t’ he replied, finally moving out of the way. You began to storm towards the door enclosing your room, fury flowing through your veins , before stopping suddenly and turning to face Bucky. ‘You know, you may be old but you don’t know everything. You have no right to come in here, ruin my buzz and then fucking attack me. I don’t need your help, Bucky’ you spoke, voice quivering slightly with emotion. ‘Maybe if you didn’t act like a god damn alcoholic child all the fucking time I wouldn’t have to ruin your buzz’ he fired back, taking a step toward you as you raised your head in defiance and mirrored his actions.
Now less than a few feet apart, both of you panting lightly, you noticed how the soft glow of the moonlight hit his lightly stubbled jaw. In your drunken state, you also happened to notice how well he filled out his uniform, having just returned from a mission. His muscles were tensed, his eyes scanning over you, trying to anticipate your next move. The moment his eyes trailed back up to yours, his expression holding some sort of confusion, something in your brain shut off and you closed the distance between you, kissing him deeply.
Bucky’s eyebrows went up and he slightly stumbled back, but he didn’t pull away as his hands slid around your waist and leaned down to return the favour. You almost moaned at the taste of him on your tongue as you opened your mouth to grant him access to enter your mouth. Entangling your hands in his hair, you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist as his hands quickly moved to your thighs to support you. Pulling away for just a second, you stared at his fully blown pupils as Bucky stared right back. ‘You’re drunk’ he said simply as more of a question than a statement. ‘I want you to fuck me Bucky’ you replied in turn, leaning in to kiss his neck. He groaned in frustration, carrying you to your bedroom swiftly and roughly laying you on the bed, shutting the door.
You could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the leather of his combat trousers, practically calling your name. He could see what you were looking at and he smirked at you with a grin that you swore could make you finish right there. He climbed on top of you and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in to latch onto his lips. The kiss became heated once more and you clawed at his shirt, demanding for him to remove it at once. He obeyed ofcourse, and soon your hands were running up and down his perfectly sculpted body as he started to kiss your neck, leaving marks in his wake.
Your hands flew down to rip of his trousers but a metal hand flew down to grip your wrist. It just turned you on more. ‘You’re still drunk. We shouldn’t’ he insisted with a slight amount of concern, but you just pushed his hand away with that power you can summon on the battlefield, replied simply ‘Trust me, if I wanted to say no I would’. He grumbled in response as you helped him remove his trousers, and finally his boxers. The poor soldier was rock hard. Not to say that if you had a dick you wouldn’t be the same.
In turn, he helped you remove your clothes until you were both fully naked, leaning back to admire your body. ‘Fuck me’ he muttered in awe, and as his fingers found there way inside you and you moaned lightly at the pleasure, you replied ‘I’m planning to’. His 2 fingers pumped you steadily, while his other, colder hand, lightly pressed down on your stomach to stop your from wriggling too much. He inserted a third finger and you began whining, begging for him to put his cock inside you already.
‘So needy’ he tutted, removing his fingers to your displeasure, but towering over you, back muscles rippling, and positioning himself just over your entrance. He rubbed his tip up and down your slit, encircling your clit a few times eliciting a whimper form you rosy lips. ‘Jesus Bucky just put it in stop teasing’ you said as you tried to grind against him but he just moved away. He grinned and let out a heavenly laugh before plunging into you with no warning. All the air was knocked out of you as his huge cock filled you up, a beautiful groan escaping from his mouth right by your ear.
Soon you were moving together, his hips repeatedly snapping up and into you as your nails drew marks down his back, each wave of pleasure building up and up until you were cumming hard. Bucky fucked you relentlessley, harder and harder as he soon followed and came deep inside of you. Your walls clamped down on him, milking him with everything you had, as your harmonious grunts and moans filled the room along with the smell of your sweaty bodies. As you both finally came down from your high, breathing heavily and seeing stars, he pulled out and rolled into the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.
He kissed your sweaty temple sweetly, brushing your hair behind your ear as you pressed your back up flush against his chest. ‘I’m telling Tony you drunk the vodka’ you murmured, sleep already coming to claim you as Bucky’s arms tightened around you securely. ‘Only if I can fuck you again’ he replied, equally sleepy. You rolled your eyes and twisted around to kiss him tenderly on the lips. ‘Only if Steve can join’ you replied with a sly smile. Bucky’s face slightly paled as he said ‘what?’. You burst out laughing and leaned down to whisper in his ear ‘I’m joking, Bucky’, before settling back into a comfy position to sleep. You swore you heard a sigh of relief as you drifted off into a heavenly sleep.
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