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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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of lipstick stains and zipper games — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, teasing in public, marking, biting, use of “good girl,” “brat,”, minho calls reader “bunny” agenda, oral (m. receiving), mean!dom, praising, sorta dom drop, mushy at the end bc i can’t write something filthy without that, strength kink if you squint

inspo: the zipper™️, as well as @lino-nyangi’s beautiful brain. we yelled at each other about this until we both cracked and now i’ve lost my mind. we each ran with this plot as far as we could go, so here’s joo’s version of minho and lipstick stains. 🫶🏻

notes: i feel like i should apologise, but he did this to us. stylist noona, i will give you anything you ask for.

{ wc: 4698 }

you agreed to meet at the party as your friends were all getting ready together and minho was going to be late anyway because of his schedule cutting a bit close to the start time.

so when minho did finally arrive, you let out an audible gasp when you saw his outfit. the way the black fabric wrapped around his biceps, the black necklace, the baggy pants and the big belt. your eyes scanned all of him—from the way his hair was pushed away from his face to the rings on his finger.

and then you saw the big silver zipper in the middle of his shirt, practically calling your name.

you stood up from the couch you were perched on and walked right up to your boyfriend, grabbing his hand wordlessly and taking him somewhere. anywhere.

a room. some room.

you slammed the door shut before pushing your boyfriend up against the wall—his eyes big and wide in front of you.

you weren’t sure who’s room you were in, but it didn’t matter to you, the sight of his outfit was enough to push your brain into tunnel vision mode. and minho was the only thing you could see.

“hello to you, too,” minho said. you weren’t listening to the smirk in his tone, and he could clearly see that, as he followed your eyes and their journey across his chest. “you like the outfit.”

“i like your chest,” you said, shamelessly, running a finger across the exposed skin.

minho chuckled, bringing his arm around your back and pulling you closer. the sudden movement, and your lack of focus, caused you to stumble forward—instinctively steadying yourself with a hand on his chest.

you looked up, minho’s eyes right in front of yours. he had the upper hand, like he always did, and his eyes were sparkling down at you. proudly.

but underneath your palm you could feel a loud and steady beat telling you otherwise. a small secret only you know, one that minho trusts you with.

you smile up at him for a second before looking at your hand—your secret holder—and rubbing your thumb across his chest lightly. then you move your hand as you feel around his muscles, admiring the work he does on his body.

“wanna kiss…” you mumble, so softly you don’t even realise you spoke your thoughts out loud.

a finger wraps around your chin, tilting your head upwards and snapping you out of your daze. only to be met with minho’s eyes, glazed over and pupils wide, casting another spell on you.

minho leans forward, trying to capture your lips, but you pull back.

his eyebrows lift upwards as he whines.

“my lipstick,” you explain.

“you just said you wanted a kiss,” he argues.

“oh,” you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the knowledge he heard you, “t-that’s not what i meant.”

minho cocks his head to the side curiously.

“i wanted to kiss you,” you explain. he doesn’t seem to understand, but leans forward to accept this kiss. you push him back.

“i meant your chest,” you confess slowly.

minho laughs, eyes disappearing for a moment before he looks at you—smile wide on his face.

“so you really like the outfit,” he confirms. “i should keep it.”

“who gave it to you?” you ask, finger trailing up and down against the zip line.

“hyunjin,”

“i should go thank hyunjin then,” you nod, giving minho a small smile before walking away.

you’ve barely turned away from him before the grip on your back tightens and he’s once again pulling you closer, flush against his body.

“aren’t you going to thank me first?”

“thank you for what?”

“just for looking so good,” he smirks.

“i don’t remember saying you look good,” you narrow your eyes at him.

he laughs. “you didn’t need to say anything, bunny. you’re drooling.”

“i am not drooling,” you protest.

minho cocks his eyebrows up in a silent challenge, finger wrapping around the zipper. he’s just holding it, and you know what he’s trying to do, so you will your eyes to lock with his. don’t look down.

you hear the zipper slowly moving down and then his finger is trailing against your cheek and you can’t help it. you need to see more of him.

you let your hands see first, trailing them up his stomach until they slip into the shirt and onto his warm skin, muscles hard and sculpted underneath your touch. you trail your hands to his sides, where his waist dips and his chest swells and that’s when you lose all semblance of self control.

you lean down and press a kiss onto his chest, at the small dip his pec makes. you kiss his skin again and again, pulling away slightly to be greeted by the sight on his chest. a deep red kiss, almost perfectly shaped, sitting oh so proudly against his smooth skin.

the excitement swirling in your stomach soon turns into guilt, for ruining the perfect surface of his chest, and so you bring your finger up to clean the stain off.

minho grabs onto your wrist so tight it almost hurts, pulling your hand away from him.

“don’t touch it,” he says, firmly. you quip your brows up at him.

a moment passes in silence, minho’s chest rising up and down quickly.

you break away from his stare, so intense it heats up your cheeks, and look back at the stain you left.

you decide the kiss looks lonely, and lean down to add another kiss right below his nipple.

you can hear minho exhale weakly.

this kiss left the perfect stain—and you smile softly to yourself. minho clears his throat to say something, but you won’t be listening. instead you ghost your lips higher, to the middle of his left pec and suck on the skin.

minho almost squeaks in response.

you bite his skin in between your teeth before releasing it, gleaming at the red splotch. some of it is your lipstick, some of it is the bruise slowly growing darker.

for good measure, for pure symmetry, you do the same next to the other kiss—your tongue flicking against his nipple before you suck on the skin right below it.

minho is ticklish on his sides, and so sensitive, so he makes a sound between a sigh and a giggle and a moan, causing you to laugh against him.

he jolts.

but he doesn’t say anything—no teasing remark, no smug retort, he just lets you decorate his skin.

you aren’t satisfied yet, and with your hands steadying you against him—planted low on his hips—you wrap your lips around the zipper. catching it in between your teeth, you slowly push it downwards, nudging the fabric away with your nose before attaching your lips to his stomach.

you keep going, minho making no move to stop you. in fact, he’s all but frozen against you, the only sign of life are the small sighs and whines coming from above you.

you sink down onto your knees, hands sliding down to stable yourself against his thighs.

you pepper soft kisses above his belt, so soft they don’t leave any mark, before you bite onto the skin just above his hip bone. his skin is taut, especially around his pelvic bone—so you don’t have much to tug on before minho whimpers at the sudden pain. you lick over the small marks your teeth left, kissing him soothingly, leaving another kiss behind.

bzzzzz.

a loud vibration against your hands causes you to jump, instantly breaking the trance you were under. you move to get up, but minho places a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

he takes his phone out of his pocket, answering the call. all he says is sure. then the phone is back in his pocket and he’s looking down at you.

his fingers sink into your hair.

“wanna explain yourself, bunny?”

“i, well, the outfit is just—“

“—shhh,” he cuts you off, fingers cupping your chin. he rubs his thumb against you, his actions soothing. his eyes screaming condescending. so does his voice when he says, “no thoughts left in your little brain?”

“i’m sorry, min,” you blush. you’re not sure if it’s his tone or finally stepping away enough to see his body. you left more than a dozen marks on him, lipstick and hickeys combined. “i’m really sorry.”

minho pulls you up onto your feet, tucking a few hairs behind your ear.

his eyes lock onto your lips, his thumb rubbing against your chin again. he rests it on your bottom lip before pulling it down.

“you brought your lipstick with you, right?” you nod.

minho grabs your shoulders and moves you around the room until you’re facing a small mirror sat on a desk.

you gasp.

your lipstick is smudged completely, covering your chin and your upper lip—your cupid’s bow disappearing behind the colour. you wince.

“i need to go help chan drag in some kegs,” he says simply, zipping his shirt back up. the metal has a small red stain on it. “i’ll find you after.”

“minho,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “you can’t go like that. i need to wipe off the lipstick.”

he laughs. “you’re not touching them.”

“but—“

“—you gave me these kisses so i’m keeping them. you can’t just take them back.”

he says it so seriously all you can do is just nod. he turns to leave, shirt closed and outfit presentable again. he adjusts his black necklace as he runs his fingers through his hair, tidying it up.

there’s only one evidence to what you’ve done, and that’s the pink tint on his chest.

before he grabs the handle and leaves you call out his name.

“i’m sorry,” you apologise again.

minho smirks at you, chuckling lightly. “it’s okay, baby. you can’t help how weak your boyfriend makes you.”

and then he leaves.

you find some wet wipes in the room you’re in, and soon enough the mess you made on your face is taken care of—a fresh coat of red lipstick adoring your lips.

you make your way back to the living room, where the party is actually taking place, and find your friends again.

they don’t say much about your absence, instead asking you to judge their game of twister.

from the corner of your eye you can see minho and chan, each carrying in a beer keg. minho’s arms flex at the weight of it, but he doesn’t seem like he’s putting too much effort into carrying it.

that zipper dangles as he moves, taunting you, sliding down ever so slightly. you catch a glimpse of red on his skin, peaking out from underneath the black fabric.

minho can feel you staring from across the room, and once he sets the keg down in the kitchen he looks over at you—winking as his lip curls up into a smile.

you force yourself to focus back on the game instead.

once you’ve given up on twister, you make your way over to the giant jenga tower where a few of your friends are starting a new game.

you feel a strong hand snaking around your waist, minho’s familiar perfume wrapping around you.

“when do you wanna go home?” he whispers in your ear.

“min, i haven’t even said happy birthday to yuna yet,” you scold him.

“okay,” he kisses your cheek lightly, “just let me know as soon as you wanna go.”

“do you have a schedule tomorrow?” you turn to look at him. you were sure he had the day off tomorrow, you specifically remembered asking him about it.

“i have a schedule tonight,” he whispers. you knit your eyebrows, “after this i’m booked in to fuck you until you can’t talk.”

“min!” you whisper-yell at him. he laughs.

“what, you think you can pull that shit earlier and nothing will happen?”

“i got carried away,” you admit, “i said i was sorry.”

“oh, you will be sorry.”

minho kisses your forehead before causally asking if you want something to drink. you say no, mostly so he doesn’t stand too close to you, and then get back to your game.

you find yuna later, hugging her and wishing her a happy birthday. she drags you over to your boyfriend—because he’s sitting next to felix and you know yuna likes felix, and you’re happy to help her.

so you both sit down, sliding minho away from felix so yuna can sit next to him.

minho puts his arm around you.

“can we go home now?” he whispers.

“no,” you chuckle at him.

“happy birthday, yuna!” he practically yells. she smiles at him before looking back at felix. “what about now?”

“why do you wanna leave so bad?”

“why do you think?”

you shake your head, trying your best to dismiss the intense stare he’s giving you. it’s then you notice he’s playing with the zipper again—as if trying to bait you. you promise yourself you’re not that easy to manipulate.

minho pulls the zipper down, exposing more of his chest, exposing another kiss you left behind, before he stretches against the couch.

he doesn’t say anything before he gets up and walks away.

you follow him instantly, following him all the way into an empty part of the kitchen. it’s only then you realise you fell for his bait; hook, line, and sinker.

it’s confirmed when minho smirks at you.

he raises his eyebrows in question.

“you shouldn’t show off,” you try scolding. you grab the zipper and pull it back up. minho pulls it down right after.

“you can’t just walk around with hickies all over your chest,” you roll your eyes at him.

“i can, and i will,” he smiles innocently, “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t show off my girl’s art?”

your eyes instinctively flick down to his exposed chest. it really was a masterpiece. it was a masterpiece before you even touched him, but with the red and purple marks all over him—he looked perfect. like something fit for a museum.

but a small voice inside your head decided you should be the only one to look at him, it should be your burden and no one elses. that thought lit a fire inside you, one you tried so hard to control. you took in a deep breath.

you knew you couldn’t look at him any longer without adding another one, so you reach for it and close the zipper.

minho pulls it back down.

“min!”

“you want it closed that bad?” he licks his lips.

“yes.”

“then do it yourself,” he shrugs.

you roll your eyes, knowing he’ll just open it again, but reach for the silver zipper anyway. he catches your wrist in his hand quickly.

you scoff, trying with your other hand, before both are captured in his hold.

“close it the way you opened it, bunny,” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours, “don’t waste your pretty little mouth like that.”

you know what he’s doing, but you also just can’t ignore him when he tells you to do something, not in that soft voice of his.

so you lean down, catching the zipper in between your teeth. the grip on your wrists is much looser now, you could pull your hands away if you wanted to. but you don’t want to—not even a little bit.

you pull the metal between your teeth, pulling the shirt together until just a small sliver of his skin is seen, a beautifully light pink.

standing up straight after you finally hid his beautiful chest away, you look right into his eyes. he’s breathing heavily, moving closer to you so his nose is right against yours.

“mark me again,”

“min, i—“

“please.”

you grab onto the end of his shirt to pull it down and expose his collarbone a bit more, planting soft kisses along it before you start sucking on the skin. his hands wrap around your body as his eyes flutter softly. it’s not that the act itself turns him on as such, your lips are definitely his favourite, but it’s the knowing it’ll leave a mark. knowing your lipstick is staining his skin. knowing how wrecked you’ll look with lipstick on your chin when you come back up to face him.

when you do pull away, finger running over the red marks on his skin proudly, he looks you straight in the eyes and says, “can we ditch this fucking party now?”

his knuckles are white at this point—the only thing holding him back from jumping you is his sheer willpower, and knowing you’re in public and he can’t possibly have you the way he wants you in this kind of setting.

“min, don’t be rude. it’s a birthday party,” you smirk at him. there’s nothing better than watching his self control slowly slip away from him, and that look on his face gets so much more desperate when you run your finger over his stained skin one more time.

“i’ll find an empty room,” he negotiates.

“don’t be ridiculous. just calm down, yeah?” you kiss the corner of his lips softly before walking away— deciding it’s time to socialise.

when minho catches his reflection a few moments later he almost loses his mind when he notices the bright red stain on the corner of his lips.

he really thought he was going to win.

but it’s fine, he rationalises, he knows exactly how to get you.

minho walks into the garden, following the loud bass surrounding the pool.

he isn’t too sure who decided edm remixes of every taylor swift song is the right vibe for a party but he doesn’t care. it’s enough to set his plan in action.

you spot him from across the garden, your kiss still proudly by his lips. you were sure he was going to wipe it away—but then you realised how foolish that was of you. he even let the fucking zipper fall down again, exposing the now purple hickey on his chest.

you felt your ears burning up. the heat travelled all down your body, settling in between your legs when you saw minho swaying his hips to the loud beat.

his thighs flexing, grabbing your attention by the belt wrapped around his right thigh. he rolled his body as he mouthed along to the words of the song.

you know what he’s doing, you can tell when he sends a wink your way. he’s insufferable.

you walk all the way up to him, a few people around you chuckling when they see the colour on your lips matches the colour on his skin. you ignore that.

“we’re going home,” you grab his forearm. minho keeps dancing, rolling his hips closer to you.

“what do you mean?” he blinks at you.

you groan. “you wanted to go home, let’s go.”

“i think i wanna stay now,” he shrugs.

“we’re leaving,” you insist.

“but i’m having so much fun,” he beams, spinning around.

“you’re having too much fun,” you shake your head, “i can’t take you anywhere.”

he snakes his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “dance with me?”

“absolutely not,” you laugh. there’s only one way dancing with minho ends—and it is not suitable for a public space. “i’m getting an uber.”

you would feel bad for the uber driver if you were able to think about anything other than minho. you didn’t realise how much his dancing bothered you until he closed the car door—and you grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

minho pushed you back by your shoulder, eyes wide. “don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffs, “just calm down.”

you roll your eyes at him for repeating your own words back to you.

it’s clear he doesn’t want to kiss you when the driver can see everything that’s happening behind him. but you’re pretty sure he can’t see what’s happening on the seats.

you place your hand on minho’s thigh.

“careful,” he warns. you elect to ignore that.

you slide your hand higher, and higher, your finger inching closer and closer to his crotch.

he leans right next to you, lips by your ear as he whispers, “listen, bunny. you’re on thin fucking ice right now.”

you press your palm into his crotch, feeling how hard he is already. you squeeze your thighs.

“i don’t think so,” you somehow gather the courage to say.

“has being a brat ever turned out well for you?” he challenges.

“i think you were being a brat tonight,” minho lets out a noise that sounds like a question mark, “showing off like that.”

“you started this shit,” he reminds you. you start palming him, moving your hand up and down.

“so i’m finishing it.” you lean closer to him, pressing a wet kiss onto his neck.

minho promises himself he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of any kind of reaction, even if you are touching his dick and kissing his neck.

that is, until you find that one spot right below his ear and tug on it with your teeth.

embarrassingly, minho can’t help the small moan that escapes him. the car starts moving much faster all of a sudden.

it isn’t three more minutes before you arrive, minho quickly paying the driver (and apologising) before dragging you into the house.

as soon as you enter the bedroom, minho starts laughing.

shit.

“what the fuck was that?”

you don’t answer him, instead locking your hands behind his neck and attaching your lips together.

he kisses you back, finally, tongue moving against yours desperately.

you kiss until your lungs start aching, pulling away as you both catch your breaths. minho’s eyes are glossy and big and desperate and you lean forward to catch his lips again. he stops you this time.

“min—“

“—no,” he says simple, shaking his head once. “you don’t get to ask for anything. you got everything you wanted tonight and look how fucking spoiled it made you.”

“min, please,” you whined.

“and you can’t even wait your turn to speak, either,” he tsks.

you open your mouth to say something, but quickly close it. minho smiles.

“tell me what brought this bratty bullshit out of you, baby,” he asks, although you know he knows the answer. you indulge him anyway, knowing it’s the only way you’ll get what you want. if minho gets what he wants.

“your outfit, min,”

“did a stupid shirt really make you forget how to act?” minho chuckled cockily.

you nod.

“do i need to remind you how a good girl behaves?”

you nod.

“on your knees,” you fall to your knees, looking up at him expectedly.

minho cups your cheek softly, rubbing his thumb against your skin. he traces your lips.

“i wanna see your lipstick on my dick,” he says slowly, “want it to get all over your chin again.”

you open your mouth dutifully, sticking your tongue out for him. he chuckles at you, smiling proudly.

he unbuckles his belt, letting the baggy pants pool around his feet. you move closer to him.

“should i keep the shirt on?” you nod. “speak.”

“it looks good on you,” you state the obvious. then an idea pops into your head, once you realise where minho placed you. “if you take it off you’ll be able to see my art.”

minho looks up, catching his reflection in the full length mirror. he beckons you up with two fingers, and you don’t even need him to tell you what he wants.

your pull the zipper down with your teeth, all the way, and push the fabric off his shoulder. then you sit back on your knees.

“baby,” he coos down at you, filling your chest with warmth, “you’re so so good for me.”

you nod, unable to stop your smile.

“you see,” he says, voice soft and sweet, “you like it so much. you like being my good girl?”

“yes, min,” you nod.

“you’re gonna be good for me and let me fuck your face?” you nod eagerly.

you wrap your hands around his thighs again, feeling the way they flex against your palm, and open your mouth wide.

you breath in slowly, looking up at minho as he carefully slides his dick into your mouth. he gives you a few seconds, seeing the slight nervousness in your eyes, and once you close them and start sucking on his length—he makes good on his promise, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

he builds his pace up slowly, gradually sinking deeper and deeper until the tip nudges against your throat. he fists at your hair, scrunching it into a very messy ponytail, enough to be used as leverage as he fucks deeper and deeper into your mouth.

the noises you’re making are obscene, spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth, but you don’t care. the noises minho is making are much louder—moans and groans and praises of your name.

you swallow around him when you feel the spit running down your chin, and that’s when minho’s thighs start tensing.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he pulls your face away by your hair but you lunge forward, sucking on the tip as you feel the warmth shooting into your mouth.

minho lets out a long low groan.

you swallow it down, embracing the salty taste, and stick your tongue back out.

“holy shit,” he whines.

minho lets go of your hair, slowly backing away to the bed before he collapses on it. he falls to his back, and you slowly crawl on your knees to him, kissing his thigh softly as you watch his chest moving up and down quickly—the marks on him standing out perfectly.

“i wasn’t going to cum in your mouth but i’ll let that slide because it was so fucking hot,” he says. you nod in agreement.

he brings his arm over his head, still catching his breath. you quietly let him, remembering your rule to not speak unless he asked you too. you lean your head against the bed patiently.

“bunny?” you nod. “bunny, talk to me. i need your voice.”

you jump up from the floor, quickly sitting down next to him on the bed.

“hey, min,” you say, voice hoarse, but you cough quickly and speak on. “how are you?”

he only nods back, breathing in deeply. you run a hand over his chest, down his stomach, tracing the marks you left on him. “can i put one on your thigh, too?”

minho chuckles, looking up at you finally.

“yeah, of course you can.”

you nod happily before leaning over to kiss his thigh.

“bunny?”

“yeah?”

“was i.. too harsh?”

you lift your head up, looking at him with nothing but fondness in your eyes.

“no,” you promise him, “i loved it. and besides,” you lean down and peck his lips softly, giggling as he chases you for another one, “you said you’d fuck me until i can’t talk so i’m still waiting.”

“give me a sec,” he laughs.

you nod, before quickly remembering to say, “okay. i’ll just kiss your thighs until you’re ready.”

“okay,” minho nods, running his hand across your back softly. “stay close to me though, please. if you want.”

you nod at him, understanding silently what it is he needs. you lay down on your side, still right beside him as you lean towards his thighs—ready to mark up another part of his perfectly sculpted body.

“i want to, i always want to be close to you,” you verbalise, seeing the small sigh of relief leaving his body. the tension in his body fades slightly, and you know kissing him will help even more.

you ghost your lips over his thighs, sucking on one particular spot until it turns red. minho’s fingers are in your hair, keeping you close.

out of nowhere he says, “i’m keeping the shirt.”

“that’s a good idea,” you agree.

“i’m keeping you, too,” he adds, quietly.

you laugh loudly at that, grabbing the hand in your hair and kissing his palm. “that’s a good idea, too.”

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kmt123whatsthetea · 5 months

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Our girl

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Requested by @jelloangela

Request gist: Angry sex with the Weasley twins. An argument that leads into something rough. Fluff at the end.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I decided to use the bunny and kitten nicknames that I used in the headcanons I wrote. I think it came out as the twins being condescending and owning the reader instead of angry sex, so apologies. I got halfway through writing and just went “does this make sense?”. But I stuck with it. I also only wrote that George fucks the reader but Fred is present and teasing the reader, if that counts as twins x reader. Writer's block hit me hard with this one (but writers block can be defeated with old movies and homemade biscuits)

T/W: Rough sex, unprotected sex, jealous + possessive twins, Fred is a little bit of a meanie, nicknames, manhandling, love bites, choking, hair gripping?, degradation and dumbification, allusions to exhibitionism/ prostitution, a teeny bit of overstimulation, soft aftercare

You stormed into the flat above the shop, the twins hot on your trail. They were so jealous of every man you served. If a man came to the counter while you were serving or asked you for help while you were on the shop floor, they were right behind you to scare the man away. If a man so much as looked at you, they would appear as if by magic. That’s how today played out.

You had been on the tills when a man came to the counter. You served him the same way you served any customer, but according to the twins, there was more to the story.

To them, the man had been eyeing you up, staring at your tits when you weren't looking. They even went as far as suggesting that the man was going to ask you out if they hadn't been there. The man was just a customer, but to them he was an enemy eyeing up their girl. They practically ushered him out of the shop and told him that they were closing soon (even though there was still an hour till closing).

Fred was the first to speak up, his hand grabbing your arm to stop you from pacing around the small living room.

“He was flirting with you, Kitten. Stop pretending that you didn't love his attention”.

He pulled your arm, twirling you to face him. George came up next to the two of you and trailed his hand up with back. George leaned closer to your ear and spoke with a soft voice.

“You know we care about you, Bunny. You don't need his attention, not when you have us. We’ll always take care of our girl”.

Your scoff only made them persist more.

“That's not the point, you both-”

Fred’s lips crashing onto yours cut you off. His eager hands found your waist, tugging at the T-shirt you had on. He broke the kiss to pull it over your head before George grabbed your arms and held them behind your back. His grip wasn’t painfully tight, just tight enough to stop you from getting away. Fred took his time pulling your skirt down, admiring how you looked being manhandled in place by his brother.

George pulled you towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his lap. Your legs were either side of his, your back to him with your arms still being held in place by his.

Fred leaned his face closer to yours, that smirk plastered on his face.

“Maybe you should have behaved, we might have gone easy on you Kitten. Or maybe you wanted me and Georgie to treat you like this”.

His hand slid down your stomach to your clothed pussy. He cupped your pussy, enjoying the way your hips seemed to move on their own, grinding against his hand. He pulled his hand away and ripped your underwear from you. The hand that teased you came up to gently squeeze your neck.

“You will behave when George fucks you, wont you?”

You didn't even have time to respond before you heard George pull his zipper down. You hadn't even noticed the absence of his hand on your arm. You suddenly felt something prod at your entrance before being pushed inside. The lack of preparation made you throw your head back, the sting only fueling your growing desire. George’s hips bucked up into yours, his grip tightening on your arms. His pace was brutal, his tip repeatedly rubbing that spongy spot. Fred remained standing in front of you, his hand finding your hair. He gripped your locks tightly, keeping your face towards him.

His other hand pressed your cheeks together, his tone condescending.

“This is what you needed, wasn't it? Wanted to be fucked like a little slut? Maybe we should have let that guy have a go at your tight pussy, see how much we could have charged him. We’d watch every second. Watch you take it like a slut, hear you beg for us to fuck you instead of him.”

Fred’s words had your pussy clenching around George's cock, making George groan.

“She likes it, Freddie. Imagine how much we’d make just from letting random guys fuck her mouth.”

The twins chuckled, and your cheeks blushed from their humiliating remarks.

Fred's hand came down to rub slow circles over your clit.

“Don't worry, Kitten. We’d never let another man touch you. You’re our pretty slut, aren't you?”

You nodded so fast, whiplash kicked in. You were so close, you could’ve cum from their words alone. The pleasure was building, the twins knew. But they were merciful, this time anyway. George said the words before you could even ask.

“Cum for me, Bunny”

Like the flip of a switch, the band snapped. Your moans filled the sex scented air as your pussy gushed around George's cock. His hands held your arms all throughout, keeping you steady. Fred’s eyes watched your face. He took in every detail as if he hadn't seen you cum before.

George's hips kept bucking, neither twin worrying about your moans that slowly became whines and pleas that it was “too much”. Fred's hand returned to your clit, his face level with yours. Georges cock pulsed inside of you before cum painted your walls. His thrusts slowed to a stop, settling you into his lap and releasing your arms from his grip.

Fred took it as his cue to lift you into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom with a quick remark about ‘looking presentable in front of a lady’ to George. Fred sat you on the side of the bath and turned the taps on. He added all of your favourites from bubble bath to bath salts. When the water had risen and the bath was filled with bubbles, he helped you into the steamy water.

George came into the bathroom and sat on the floor next to Fred, both boys watching you as if you would vanish any second. The water against your aching body felt heavenly, but only one thing could make it better. Your hands left the water, one in each direction of each twin. Both boys reached for their designated hand, holding it like a precious jewel was in their palm. George's other hand came to stroke your cheek softly, and the twins gave each other a look that said it all.

You were their girl.

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It's The year of The Rabbit and a certain Snow Angel decided to be a Snow Bunny much to Jaune's surprise (Art by LainArt)

Jaune is checking the calendar in his room.

Jaune: It seems that this Chinese year will be the year of the dragon. I should prepare something to celebrate.

*BAM!* The door to his room burst open.

Jaune: What the?!

Weiss: Don't even think about starting to plan that.

Jaune: Weiss?! *Blushing* What are you wearing?!

Weiss: My bunny costume of course.

Jaune: Why are you wearing that?

Weiss: Because it's still the year of the rabbit, duh.

Jaune: I mean, why are you wearing it now?

Weiss: I wanted to wear it sooner but when I ordered it the shipping was delayed and then it didn't came in my size, I had to adjust it, and here I am. Do you like it?

She says while posing adorably in front of him.

Jaune: *Quietly* You look so good~

Weiss: What did you say?

Jaune: I-I said, your costume looks good.

Weiss: *Smiling* Thank you~ I really like this, buy my only problem I have with this costume is the back.

Jaune: Like the zipper?

Weiss: No, my butt. Look.

Weiss turns around showing her big ass to Jaune. She puts her hands on each cheek and stretches them a little.

Weiss: It's very tight down here.

Jaune: (MY OUM!!) I-I see...

Weiss: And I also feel like it makes my ass look bigger, don't you think?

Jaune: I-I mean *Ahem* I mean, respectfully, it looks (So fucking delicious!~💕) good.

Weiss: Are you sure? Just look closer

Weiss says as she walks backwards towards Jaune. Her ass bouncing with every step she takes.

Jaune: I-I'm fine from here, t-there's no need to do that. (My God! If she gets closer, I may…)

Weiss: At least feel it…

She says while she bumps her ass against his pelvis.

Jaune: 😳❗️

Weiss: Doesn't it feel a little... tight?~💕

She says it as she rubbed Jaune's bulge with her ass.

Jaune: W-Weiss, what are you doing?

Weiss: I don't know. What does it look like I'm doing?~💕

Jaune: I-If you do this I would get the wrong idea. (Is this really happening?!)

Weiss: Maybe I want you to think like that~💕

Jaune: Weiss, you....

Weiss: I need you to take care of this Bunny,...

She takes his hands, puts them on her belly and slides them up until they stop on her modest chest.

Weiss: ..Daddy~💕

Jaune:...

Moments later

*PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!*

Weiss: 💕OH DADDY, I'M CUMMING!!!!💕

Jaune has Weiss on all fours, pulling her hair while fucking her hard and eager. With each thrust Weiss's soft ass bounces erotically. It's a tremendous force that she clings to the bed sheets to keep herself in place.

Jaune: You're going to be a good little bunny and get pregnant for me, right?

*Smack!*

Weiss: Mmm!~💕 Yes Daddy!💕 I want your babies!💕

Jaune: Good girl~ Now... Fuck~... get ready. I'm about to cum.

*Smack!*

Weiss: Ah!~💕 Yes!!💕 Cum!💕 Cum inside me!!💕 Fill me up!!!💕

Jaune: Oh Fuck!

Jaune pushes Weiss's head to the ground, as he throws all his weight into her. Thrusting his cock deep inside her.

Weiss: Aah! Yes!~💕Yes!~💕Yes!~💕Yes!~💕

Jaune: Shit! I'm about to... Oh fuck... Oh Fuck! OH FUUUCK!!!

Weiss begins to feel how Jaune fills her completely. It's so hot and stimulating, that she melts in pleasure. Making her cum once again.

Weiss: AAHhh!!~ Thank you, Daddy~💕

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You DTF? | pjm | (m)

☾ Pairing: Jimin x female reader

☾ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

☾ Word Count: 10,233

☾ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Recreational drinking, Jimin being a total tool, cringe-worthy dialogue, explicit language, fuck boy Jimin is it’s own warning, 2009 slang should be a warning because it is literally so cringey, Jimin is quite literally doing the jerk and reader is totally buying it, literally these two are so cringe, sexually explicit content including oral (f. and m. receiving), some nipple play, a lot of spit description idk, big dig Jimin, throat fucking, unprotected vagina sex, Jimin bein an idiot and combing reader not to use a condom, reader is equally stupid cause she wants to get fucked, Jimin accidentally cumming inside, hittin' it from the back, cringe dirty talk, finger blasting (lmfao), Jimin occasionally hitting reader's cervix, they're like a little toxic idk, this is like the most hilarious thing I've ever written, Jimin does coke right on reader's counter cause he has to keep his stmania okay, Jimin is insensitive a lot

☾ Published: September 4, 2022

☾ A/N: This is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. There are some light-toxic themes and some ignorant dialogue and behavior between the two of them because they're both bimbos drunk in 2009. The writing is supposed to be a little cringe but I may have gone overboard. Also I wrote this in two days idk what kind drugs I was on (amoxicillin and mucinex) but here is the wildly ridiculous and hilarious fic for a collab that no one asked for but we did anyways. Very very happy to share this trash idea with Jai and M 🥺

Special thanks to @here2bbtstrash for helping me edit because I was in a rush and at one point wrote that reader's head opened in the middle of sex. We don't know what I was talking about but happy halloween, reader's head was about to be posted splitting open in bed adkjadjdkja

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“So are you actually going to try and get fucked in that outfit or is it going to go to waste?” Tiffany asks as she sprays several pumps of Bath and Body Works Japanese Blossom all over herself. You cough as the sweet-smelling mist chokes you. She already has the lotion on. “You look hot, capital h-a-w-t.”

The mirror of the hotel room is a little dirty - there is backsplash from the faucet staining the glass and some tiny dots of toothpaste. And you can definitely see Nicole’s fake tan staining the bottom corner after spraying her St. Tropez all over.

You see Tiffany’s point about the outfit being wasted on you in a way. Low-rise, light-wash Lucky Brand jeans sans button, with the zipper pulled down just the slightest at Nicole’s behest. A shirt that was harder to get on than you think it will be to get off, made out of skin-tight pink fabric that only reaches your midsection, and even then, has a massive cutout over your abs.

“Not this again,” you sigh, nervously playing with the belly button ring you had pierced the year before. A cute little Playboy bunny swings back and forth, hot pink rhinestones matching your shirt.

“Yes, this again. You look so fucking hot tonight. A one-night stand will not kill you. It’s Labor Day. Please live a little.” Tiffany decides she has contributed to pollution enough, snapping the cap on her perfume bottle to turn around and face you. “You’re not in a relationship anymore. It’s time to be a slut.”

“Yeeeeaaah be a slut!” Nicole yells, running into the room and grabbing you by the hips, slamming your ass into her crotch several times to crudely depict being fucked from behind. Her jean shorts are impossibly tight, red thong peeking out the sides. “It’s so much funner.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“God shut the fuck up for two seconds and be a hot idiot like Paris Hilton.”

Pushing your friend away, you nod. You love them and you know they’re right. You’re single and hot, and there are countless clubs all over with hot, single guys. You’ve never had a one-night stand, having been in a long-term relationship all throughout college until recently, and now you’re where single people come to get laid and you… have a night left to do it.

Tiffany’s iPod blasts in the living room of the hotel room. There are empty cups all over the counter, sticky and sweet smelling from the liquor and mixers spelled on most surfaces. You go to the fridge, pulling out a can of pineapple juice.

Nicole gasps when she sees you reach for the bottle of Malibu on the counter. “WAIT! We need the song!”

She rushes to the iHome, bending over the counter. She flips the song to Caribou Lou, wiggling her ass back and forth before she stands straight and points at you and the bottle of Malibu in your hands.

“151 rum, pineapple juice and malibu caribou get them all numb!” she screams, making you smile.

Despite their earlier jesting, you relax as you mix drinks, singing along to the throwback while shaking your ass. The zipper on your jeans moves a few times, but you’re careful not to let your vagina make a surprise appearance. With how low-cut the jeans are, Tiffany had convinced you not to wear underwear.

Which was more of a reason to get laid.

The drink is sweet and easy to drink. You scroll through your messages on BBM but otherwise give your attention to playing flip cup with your two best friends, determined to get just a little bit tipsy before you head out to the bars.

The hotel isn’t very far away from all of the live entertainment. It’s within walking distance which saves a ton of money on cabs, but it is a nightmare for your feet the last three nights you’ve stumbled home in wedges. Nicole even broke one of her heels, walking home on uneven feet like a seesaw.

When you’ve decided that you’ve pregamed enough, you and your friends teeter to the elevator and down through the lobby. Outside, the balmy air kisses your skin. A creamsicle sky has faded to black and you can see the lights of the entertainment district and hear the faint thunder of music from clubs with open doors and windows.

You scrunch your nose when Nicole lights a cigarette on your walk. You smell the crackling menthol of her Newport as she takes a drag, hoarsely laughing at a group of men who catcall you from a sports bar as you walk by. You flick your hair over your shoulder, rolling your eyes.

As if it were that easy.

Labor Day is in full swing around you. The street has barricades to open up to foot traffic only, and they’ve relaxed open container laws. There are a few food vendors on the road, people lined up to grab a quick slice of pizza or hot dogs to settle their tequila-churned stomachs.

A breeze makes your hair dance. It smells like fried food and a hint of salt from the ocean. It carries something else on it - a taste of something wild. You’re here with your friends on a vacation that you had originally planned to take with your boyfriend.

You can recognize now that it would have been a disaster. The two of you in a partying scene meant for singles would have signed your doom. But the end had come sooner than that when you found him with his dick down some girl's throat when you came home early from work.

In hindsight, you always knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. But you liked the way he called you baby, the way he peppered you with kisses to make you a little less angry at him, and the way that he made you feel when you weren’t fighting.

And you definitely like the way he drove his Escalade, and the fact that he could afford to take you places like the restaurant in the St. Regis and you stayed in lofty rooms at the Ritz Carlton while vacationing.

Still. There had been a lot missing, namely in the bedroom, which is exactly why Tiffany and Nicole have been on your ass about at least trying to experience a one-night stand. They wanted you to expand your horizons, to learn what you do and don’t like, and to maybe stumble on someone who could actually make you cum more than two times out of ten.

The first bar makes you lose a little hope. House music thumps loudly over the speakers. Jean-clad partygoers surround you, some on the dance floor shuffling their feet while maintaining a grip on sweating glasses and nodding their heads as the DJ thrusts a fist in the air. It’s not your type of club, but Nicole hits it off with someone in a larger group of people.

You exist on the edge of the conversation, picking at the slice of wilted pineapple in your drink as you watch the way Nicole plays her game. She’s excellent at flirting - a coy smile as she leans in to say something over the pumping music, balancing herself with a hand on his arm, swagging at his chest when he makes a funny joke.

It would be easy for you too if you thought any of the men were worth your time. They all look the same: bright polo, khaki shorts, hair gelled up. You want to tell them that Connecticut casual isn’t an outfit to the bar, but you say nothing, examining your nails for a while instead.

One of the guys starts talking to you - Ben, you think his name might be. You bob your head to the music, listening as he explains what he does as a private financial advisor. Your eyes slip over every detail of his outfit: fitted Abercombie polo with the collar popped, khaki pants paired with brown sandals, a white shell necklace wrapped around a sunburned throat, and a tattoo of his former fraternity peeking from his sleeve on his bicep.

Whatever Ben is saying, you’re not listening. You’re almost positive that Ben fucks the way he dresses: generically.

If you’re looking to experience something different, Ben - maybe Brian - isn’t it. You fucked Ben-Brians in college and they were as boring at sex as your ex-boyfriend was, except they couldn’t afford stone crab claws.

Everyone shifts to a new bar. You’ve molded your groups together, Ben or Brian - you’re starting to think maybe it’s Brad - is still by your elbow. You can sense he’s having a good time and you wish you were too. So you down a few shots at the next bar, loosening your limbs a little and making you a little less judgmental.

Brad is okay. Not your type and he smells like Crest Whitestrips, but he’s more bearable now that you’ve switched from Pina Coladas to Tequila Sunsets. You nibble the stem of a cherry, enjoying this club much better than the last. The music is more hip hop and pop, familiar songs making you bob your head and sway your hips a little more.

Sweat makes your skin sticky. You shift to stand underneath the air vent by the bar a little more, but you misplace your wedge, knocking yourself off balance. Ben-Brian-Brad catches your arm and steadies you. Slides in closer. His mint breath fans your face and you blink up at him. For a split second, you consider if you were too harsh on his judgment earlier. Maybe he could surprise you. He seems easy enough to please and like it wouldn’t be hard work, and he’s already trying to win you over…

Your eyes slide past him for a second and your gaze stays fixed on the man you see coming down the stairs into the club.

It’s nearly impossible to tear your gaze away once you see him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, laughing at something the man next to him says. He’s in dark jeans with bleached patches highlighting the material, a fitted Love Kills Slowly shirt by Ed Hardy, and even from a distance, you can see the glittering earrings in his ears.

He’s beautiful. Full lips pulling into a smirk as he winks at people he walks past. Brad rights you, asking you something but you don’t hear him, staring at the man across the bar who leans on the counter. He’s helped immediately, two bartenders drifting to a siren as they stare at him.

As though he senses your gaze, the man looks at you and your face goes red. His eyes are seductive, narrowed a bit as he checks you out shamelessly. Dark hair gelled back perfectly. A jaw that is both elegant and dangerous. He stands out among the rest of the partiers, his features an exquisite blend of feminine and masculine.

Your line of sight is cut off when Brad leans forward on the sticky countertop to order more drinks. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Your hands are a little shaky. Whoever that man is looks more your type, but the Ben-Brian-Brads of the world are much easier.

So you accept the new drink, sipping it and turning your back to the bar. And when you’re coaxed onto the dance floor, all disjointed limbs and sweating bodies, you forget about the Love Kills Slowly man and focus on the way you feel - dreamy and soft with the buzz of tequila in your veins.

A song you vaguely recognize plays in the background. You sway your hips, ass pressed against Ben’s crotch with his hands gripped tightly on your sides. He sways you back and forth, less like a dance and more like an erratic pendulum that can’t find its rhythm. Ben’s dancing is less than impressive, and you start to think that your earlier thoughts about his skill in bed might be right.

Tiffany laces your fingers with hers as she dances in front of you, pulling you away from Brian’s greedy hands to press your front against hers, letting you grind against her. You tilt your head back. Fog fills the air, lights dancing across the ceiling. It smells like the sticky-sweet of the machines used to make the fog, a tinge of sweat.

Nicole interrupts your dancing. Your legs ache a little, pieces of hair stuck to the nape of your neck as she bounces up and down yelling, “You have got to see this guy.”

You and Tiffany laugh as Nicole pulls you, the press of bodies jostling you back and forth as you try to catch a rhythm to move through the crowd. When you break the barrier and come out on the other side, your brows shoot up at the scene in front of you.

The Love Kills Slowly guy is posing next to a girl who points at his exposed six-pack and holy shit his body is insane. Perfectly cut abs, a solid v-line dipping into pants that fit his narrow waist. He holds the shirt up with a thumb, sticking out his tongue as the flash on the camera goes off. You can’t help but think his tongue is devilishly long.

Up close, he’s even hotter than you thought. You stare at him as the girl who took the picture flirts with them. There is a gaggle of men and women surrounding him, a flock of geese looking upon the swan longingly.

“He is the hottest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany giggles. “We should totes get a picture with this dude.”

“Why, is he famous?” You ask, watching as he nods and lets the girl touch his abs. God. What a tool. “He loves being the center of attention, it looks like.”

“So? He’s probably a model. I mean look at that. Come on.”

Tiffany yanks you and Nicole. You resist, stumbling over as she inserts herself into the conversation. He smiles at her, dazzling as he raises a brow at whatever she says. You pull your hand away from her and take a step back. You will not throw yourself at the Adonis in front of you.

You pivot away from them, staring out over the open crowd. You don’t enjoy the way Tiffany and Nicole giggle, sweet as the simple syrup on the bar over this new stranger. They make it too easy, and you don’t enjoy the idea of melting for someone just because they’re hot. Even if they’re model hot.

And what kind of model wears Ed Hardy?

At first, Tiffany and Love Kills Slowly chat animatedly. That makes sense - she has a way with people and she’s an excellent flirt. When your name is called the first time, you think you imagine it so you stay bobbing your head to the Ke$ha song, minding your business. When it’s said a second time, you glance at them from the corner of your eye.

“You’re being rude,” Tiffany asserts, glaring at you. You feel your eye twitch as she touches an open nerve. You’re not rude - you’re bored and your drunk friend cannot tell the difference. “This is Jimin. I was right, he is a model.”

“That’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes are on you and your stomach flips. You pick at the french manicure on your freshly done acrylics, thinking that the attention will pass you any moment now. But you feel Jimin’s eyes on you and you sense when he leans forward past Tiffany, ducking his head to level the most intense pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen at you.

“What?” He asked. “Don’t like models?”

“Not one that wears Ed Hardy,” you answer honestly. Your words come out a little stiff. You feel your arm tighten, squeezing your clutch that’s wedged in your armpit. “Shouldn’t you be in like… Armani or something?”

“You’re uptight.”

“Thanks.”

He frowns. “Loosen up.” He looks at your empty hands. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Why?” Jimin moves past Tiffany entirely, offering a hand and a smirk that almost makes your mouth pop open. Your heart does a tiny flip - you can’t help it. He is stupid beautiful. “I am drinking.”

“Your hands look a little empty to me.” He grabs one of your hands, linking your fingers and tugging. “Okay, one hand full. Let’s put some goose to make you loose in the other.”

You’re speechless as he tugs you along. Tiffany squeals a little, she and Nicole both on your heels.

People make room for Jimin at the bar. You watch the way people look at him. He drops your hand to dig a hand into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans for a credit card. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at you.

“What’s your drink, baby?”

“I’m not your baby.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it. Tiffany smacks your arm and makes a noise behind you. You ignore her, staring at him pointedly.

“Mmm she’s a brat. I like that. Your drink?” Jimin prompts again with a smile, undeterred.

“Um. Anything with Tequila.”

“A girl after my own heart. You wanna do shots?”

“Yes!” Nicole and Tiffany both squeal. He smiles at them briefly, but his eyes drag back to you.

You stare. Jimin has a dark lash line, making his eyes more enchanting. He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drop down to your exposed midriff before dragging his eyes back up again, raising a brow in a question.

He’s only buying shots if you want one.

You shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. He grins and asks the bartender for chilled Patron shots with training wheels. With his back turned, you smirk, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as you look away from Jimin and spot the group of men you were with earlier looking in your direction, murmuring amongst themselves.

Turning quickly before you can make eye contact with Ben-Brian-Brad, you find yourself face to face with Jimin once again. He leans on the bar with one elbow, head tilted as he studies you. His attention makes you feel warm and drunker than you already are.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he points out as the bartender sets four glasses of blanco tequila in front of you, rimmed with salt and garnished with a lime wedge. He picks up two glasses and hands them to Nicole and Tiffany’s hands as you give him your name. “Cute. You’re cute.”

“Thank you.”

Jimin lifts his glass in your direction. “Salude.”

You watch, mouth parted slightly as Jimin’s tongue curls out of his mouth, licking the rim of the shot glass slowly. His eyes don’t leave yours, even when he’s finished the rim and tosses the tequila back before biting into the lime. A tiny bit of lime juice runs down his chin, your eyes following the trail. His tongue darts out to snatch it.

“Come on,” he purrs. “Your turn.”

Your mouth is dry. You quickly lick the salted rim, barely making it around before tossing the shot back and squeezing your eyes shut as it burns down the back of your throat. You bite into the lime wedge, the sour taste helping ease the burn.

Juice runs down your chin. Before you can wipe it, Jimin’s hand darts out, a thumb brushing across your skin to catch it. He removes his hand, lips twitching upward slightly as he absently sucks the juice from his thumb and turns to the bartender to order two tequila sours.

“Are you on vacation?” he asks and you nod your head, a little dizzy from the shot and from him. The group of men from earlier has shuffled back toward your group, Nicole and Tiffany reluctantly shifting attention from Jimin to the men they were talking to previously. “Same. I have no idea where my friends are, I think they left me.” He slides a drink toward you. “You won’t leave me, right?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re nice or not. I like nice guys.”

He sips his drink, leering at you over the rim of the glass. “I’m a nice guy. At least, for you.” He nods his head toward the group of guys. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Would you care if I did?”

He throws his head back to laugh, throat covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looks at you over the glass, the first genuine smile not filled with something lingering on lust that he gives you. “No, but you told me to be nice.”

That makes you smile a bit. You bite your lip, trying to hide it, and decide to sip the drink. It’s good - strong - but good. “You seem like the type who wouldn’t care.”

“Awe don’t hurt my feelings. You’re like one of the hottest girls in here and I’m into it. If I had to ignore a ring or a boyfriend, I would. Is that so bad?” You shrug, sipping on the drink. You don’t know what to say.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t really seem to care. You think perhaps he likes hearing himself talk. It works out. Jimin fills the conversation with the normal what do you do and what do you like? You don’t miss the way he leans in toward you, or the way he glances at your mouth.

Still, you’re a little rigid. Your sentences aren’t as smooth and practiced as his. He doesn’t seem to care, shuffling a little close to you as the bar fills up with people. He smells like Axe Essence and the 5 gum he’s popped into his mouth between drinks.

“Trying to quit coke,” he snickers when he sticks another piece of gum in his mouth. “Got some bad press for it during last fashion week and my agency keeps threatening to drop me even though it's obviously a pre-fucking-requisite to walk for McQueen.”

“And chewing gum helps with that?”

“Not really, but it gives my mouth something to do and it soothes the muscle memory of hand to face.”

“Smart.”

“You look incredible by the way.” That makes you blush, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and ducking your head. Jimin chuckles, tapping your chin lightly with a finger to make you look back up at him. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re a bit of a spoiled brat, huh?” That makes you frown and pull away. He whines, hands chasing your shoulders to draw you closer to him. “Stop. I like that. It means you have high standards and good taste.”

You hum, finishing the rest of your drink. You’re properly drunk now, the room tilting a little bit as a giggle escapes you when Jimin looks at you. He laughs back, sliding a glass of water over to you after he takes a few sips.

The water is refreshing. Your skin feels warm all over and you move a little slower, looking around. The club is more packed than you remember and there are more bodies on the dance floor. You watch the way people move together, pressed up against one another and grinding to the music humming through the air.

Jimin follows your gaze, leaning closer to you and popping his gum in your ear. “Wanna dance?”

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins and pushes off the bar, sliding a hand around your waist to shift you in front of him. You look at him over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and he smiles, tucking you to his chest and sliding his chin on your shoulder.

“Coming through,” he calls, walking you both through the group behind you. Ben-Brian-Brad glares at you and you avert your eyes as Jimin guides you toward the dance floor, pads of his fingers pressed firming into your hips and scouring marks into your skin. “Tool in the polo definitely has a small dick.”

You giggle as you peel apart, Jimin catching your hand as you turn to face him, pulling him with you. “What makes you say that?”

“His fucking collar is popped, baby.”

“I think he’s mad at me,” you admit.

“You’re way out of his league.”

“That’s true.”

Jimin wraps his hands around your wrist and yanks you to him. You gasp, stumbling as your chests press together. He slots a thigh between your legs, making you freeze for a moment as the music slows a bit. Jimin’s hands are confident where they settle on your waist, moving your hips in a soft rhythm as he begins to move.

Instincts take over. You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck, letting him press his forehead against yours as he stares you down. He’s no longer controlling your hips but letting you move against him naturally, both of your bodies in sync.

Jimin is an amazing dancer, never forcing you to sway too much or trying to control your movements awkwardly. He rolls his hips into you experimentally once and you gasp lightly, noses brushing together.

“You’re fucking hot,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your face.

“So are you.”

Your fingers slide through the dark, sweaty strands at the back of his neck. He lets out an appreciative noise, making your insides melt. Your eyes drop to his lips, slightly parted, slicked with gloss from his pink tongue darting out to wet them. You wonder how soft they must feel, and the way he used his tongue to lick the salt from the rim of the tequila glass makes you wonder what kissing him is like.

You don’t have to wonder long. Jimin notices you staring. Gives you a wolfish grin. You think he looks wicked in the low light, all sharp eyes with a cunning smile.

And then he’s kissing you.

You make a sound of surprise, but it’s swallowed in his warm, minty mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he presses the small of your back so that you’re impossibly closer.

It’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of the dance floor. Jimin’s mouth moves slowly against yours, sucking your bottom lip greedily as he pulls away for a split second. Before you can chase his lips with yours, he’s kissing you again, with a little more vigor and a curious tongue that swipes the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and Jimin consumes you. You’re spinning, holding onto him for dear life as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, you knew his tongue would be good. It makes you light-headed as he licks into your mouth, fingers clawing at you as a whine escapes his throat.

Suddenly the kiss breaks. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes and cotton-fuzz thoughts, lost in him. Jimin isn’t looking at you though, he’s looking at the DJ and yelling, pointing over your head as he detaches from you.

“This is my fucking song,” he yells at you, as though he hadn’t been tongue fucking your mouth a moment ago. You look at him, dazed and confused. He notices and pops a kiss on your mouth. “God, you're needy. Don’t pout, I’ll kiss you more after.”

“What makes you think I want to kiss you more?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans forward and kisses you once. Twice. It’s sweet and leaves your mind scattered as he guides you backward slightly before smacking your ass lightly.

“Watch,” he instructs. “And try not to be a brat about it, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jerk by New Boyz is on in the background. Jimin sweeps his arms, backing people away before he starts walking quickly in a circle, bobbing his head to the music and making room for his little show.

A circle clears in the middle of the dance floor. You cross your arms with raised brows, Michael Kors clutch tucked in your armpit as you watch Jimin wave people back as the song plays. All eyes are on him, cheering as he nods and smirks at the crowd, turning to blow you a cheeky kiss.

You roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Jimin decides he has enough room and right as the chorus starts, he begins to hop and shuffle his feet backward then forward. The crowd goes wild, clapping their hands as he manages to execute the jerk without slipping on the beer and liquor-stained floor.

He spins and drops low, going down to the floor. The crowd yells for him, clapping and cheering him on as Jimin slowly works his way back up. His devious tongue is tucked against his plush upper lip, the hint of a smirk on his mouth.

More guys join the dancing, showing off their moves. Jimin, not one to be outshined, sticks his tongue out all the way, rolling his eyes back as he shakes his head and hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a flawless set of abs, shining in the glittering lights.

The women go crazy as he laughs manically, gesturing to his impressive physique to the other dancers, who roll their eyes and back off. You’re jostled from side-to-side, rolling your eyes when Jimin drops his shirt and dances his way over to you, eyes looking you up and down.

You give him an unimpressed look, yawning and looking the other way as he grips your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the jeans. “Come on,” he purrs. “Spoiled brat not impressed?”

You are. You just don’t want to be.

“Nope,” you say.

He crowds your space as the circle closes and the song changes. Jimin presses his hips against yours and your stomach drops. Your eyes snap back to his as his hands brush backward, squeezing the sides of your ass.

Jimin’s hot breath touches your lips. He smells like tequila and his cologne. He’s sweating through the Ed Hardy shirt, making it cling to the firm body underneath. Your toes curly slightly as you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s how good I dance,” Jimin murmurs, so close that his nose is touching yours. “Imagine how good I lay pipe.”

You cringe at the way he phrases it, but you’re intrigued. Your friends taunting you for your lack of sexual experience earlier replays in your mind. So you play along, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him when someone knocks into you. He noses the line of your jaw, breath warm in your ear when he whispers. “So like… you DTF or what?”

“What?”

“You know, down to fuck. I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since I saw you staring at me across the bar.”

“I was not staring.”

“Shit, I would stare if I were you too, baby.”

You smack his shoulder, pulling away from him slightly. Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you stare at him. His eyes are expectant, waiting for your response.

Before your ex, you would have never thought to sleep with someone you just met at a bar. You know very little about Jimin besides the fact that he likes to hear himself talk, that he’s a little arrogant and that he is wildly, ridiculously hot.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, squeezing your hips to tell you he’s still waiting on an answer. The way your stomach flips and you already feel arousal at the cocky way he asserts himself tells you what you want to say.

“I think so…”

“You think so or you know so?” Your mouth is dry and you don’t know what to say, so you shrug. He seems to read you. “You never went home with a guy at a bar before?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines, sliding his hands in your back pockets. “I’ll be really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. You laugh, leaning back a bit but Jimin is persistent, chasing the intimate contact. “Yeah. I’ll even make sure you cum first.”

“We’ll see.” His hands squeeze your ass through your pockets. “My place or-“

“Yours. My friends are stupid fucks.”

Sliding your hand in his, you pull Jimin along. He presses himself close to your back when you walk, sticking the hand not holding yours in your pocket to give your ass an experimental poke. You hiss at him but end up giggling when he wags his eyebrows up and down.

You find Tiffany and Nicole dancing with the original group of guys. Ben-Brian-Brad is glaring at you openly now, and Jimin is pressed behind you so close that you can feel the cool metal of his zipper on your lower back.

Tiffany and Nicole assure you they’re going to another club and will go to the beach house that the guy group is staying at. With gloss-stain cheek kisses and goodbyes, you leave them dancing as Jimin wraps a hand around your waist, gluing you together as you stumble out into the night.

The strip of bars is full of people. Cool air kisses your skin, making you moan in relief a bit as you begin walking toward your hotel. Your steps are uneven, you and Jimin pushing one another back and forth as you try to navigate your way home. You stumble a little too far when he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning on you too much for your drunk weight to bear and sending you several steps.

“Owww,” you whine. “That hurt my ankle. I’m in heels and my feet hurt, Jimin.” You drop his hand and look up at him, sticking out your bottom lip in an animated pout. “Give me a piggyback ride.”

“Hmmm. What do I get in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ride my back, I need to… ride you.”

You roll your eyes. “I already told you I’ll have sex with you, idiot.”

“Yeah but I could really use a good blow job.”

You scrunch your nose. “Fine.”

Jimin grins, letting go of you to squat and look over his shoulder at you, eyes glittering. “All aboard the Park express. Next stop: pound town.”

Huffing, you place either hand on Jimin’s shoulders and jump a little. He catches you easily, hands gripping your thighs firmly. You shiver at the feeling of his hands. Jimin straightens and you wrap your arms around his neck, settling your chin over his right shoulder.

“You’re kind of a jerk-off, huh?”

He grins as he starts to walk. “A little. But you’re kind of a bitch, so I think it works.”

You hum - he has a point.

The piggyback ride is just as dangerous as the walk. Jimin walks crooked sometimes, only for you to yell and smack his shoulder to send him back in a straight line. He gets distracted by a pizza stand which makes you flick his ear. And when you’re finally in front of the automatic double doors to your hotel, he is gasping for air and immediately sags against the elevator wall.

“You’re fuckin’ heavy.”

“That is so rude.”

“Baby, I am wasted and I haven’t done coke in like a week. It’s not you - it’s me.”

“What a cheesy line.”

“Speaking of.” His hand feels around his back pocket before dipping into the fabric and removing a tiny Altoid tin. “My sobriety will not come at the expense of me cumming early. I’m going to need a little extra to fuck you right.”

“Thought you were quitting?”

“I mean, do you want me to get my dick up?” The elevator opens and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand. “And now you’re laughing at me? Baby you’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Sorry, it was just funny. Do whatever you want. You promised to make me cum first.”

“Never had a guy who did that?”

“Nope.”

Jimin makes a disgusted noise as you swipe the hotel key card in the reader. It flashes green and you swing the door open into the freezing room. It’s a little disheveled, but it’s at least not an embarrassing display of the room. You’re suddenly thrilled that it’s a suite with two rooms.

The door clicks behind you and Jimin slides closer to you, pulling you by the belt loops. You’re prepared for his kiss this time, opening your mouth the second his soft lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and wet, Jimin sucking your bottom lip hungrily as he pulls your belt loops a little harder.

Carefully, Jimin walks you backward. He taps the side of your thighs and dips down as you jump. He catches your legs, hauling you the rest of the way onto the island counter where you spread your legs for him.

Jimin slots himself between your thighs easily. At this height, you’re more on his level, but Jimin leans into you, pushing you back slightly as he controls the kiss. It’s more eager and demanding than the one in the club, Jimin sucking on your tongue and licking the rough of your mouth experimentally.

Planting his hands on either side of your ass on the counter, Jimin trails kisses along your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and you become breathy. His mouth is noisy and wet against your skin, sucking at the tender flesh under your ear gently before biting lightly. The pinch of skin makes you moan, the sound lost in the lighting above the counter.

“So fucking pretty,” Jimin murmurs, continuing his assault with his mouth. His tongue is just as dangerous, licking over each bite he places as he drifts to your collarbone. “You want a line?”

You shake your head no. He presses closed-mouth kisses back up your neck until he’s straightened out to be eye-level. He brushes your nose with his. Sticks his tongue out and watches you expectantly. You tentatively stick yours out too, making a squeal when his tongue licks at yours.

“Weirdo,” you murmur, cheeks heated and shivering when he pulls away from you to pop open the Altoid tin. There’s a tiny plastic bag inside, sealing the white powder. “You like using tongue.”

Jimin hums in agreement as he stays between your legs, untwisting the bag. “I have a good tongue,” he says as he leans over, dumping a little onto the counter. You watch wordlessly. “I like to eat pussy too.”

You nearly lay back on the counter and ascend to heaven right there. No one has been so open and bold with you when speaking about sexual acts. And the fact that he says it so casually as he looks around for something flat with an edge makes you dizzy. You produce the room key and he grins, kissing your nose once before he takes it and cuts the powder into two, thin white lines.

“Do you need a bill too?” you joke. He shakes his head and pulls out a dollar bill that looks like it was once crisp but has been rolled over and over and over, making it look soft and pliant. “You don’t use hundreds?”

“I’m a model,” he grunts. “Not a Kardashian.”

That makes you laugh.

Jimin’s fingers are practiced as he rolls the bill. You can’t help but stare at the rings that you did not notice before, each one placed on a delicate finger. He has nice hands, veins jumping as he places one hand on the counter to hold himself up as the other holds the rolled bill.

Your knees squeeze his sides a bit as Jimin does the first line. It’s loud in the apartment with just the sound of his sharp inhaling, so you lean a bit to hit the iPod on the iHome dock, flicking through the touchscreen to find a song you like.

You settle on a playlist Tiffany has loaded in called Party Jamz. She Wolf starts playing loudly, drowning out the sound of Jimin finishing his second line as you hit the volume button a few times to lower it.

Straightening, you come face to face with Jimin as he wipes his nose a bit, taking a few sharp inhales. He runs his tongue along the edge of the room key before swiping his finger through the residue on the counter. There’s not much coke on the pad of his thumb, but he holds it to your mouth, watching.

Obediently, you open your mouth. He slides his thumb under your upper lip, rubbing gently on your gums. You taste how bitter the drug is, making a bit of a face that makes him giggle as he removes his finger from your mouth, sucking the thumb into his mouth briefly.

“You want a glass of water?”

You nod and he vanishes from in between your legs. He sings to himself as he grabs glasses and goes to the fridge, the ice machine loud above the music. You watch him with heavy eyes, your body feeling a little like liquid from all the tequila.

He reappears, holding a glass of water to your lips. He tilts it carefully as he drinks his own, dark eyes watching you. You sip carefully, the water cool and refreshing as he continues to tip the glass. A bead of water runs down your chin and neck.

Jimin is fast. He sets down both cups of water and surges forward, tongue chasing the bead of liquid as it runs down your throat. You lean backward, keeping yourself up with your palms planted on the cool counter as Jimin kisses and bites your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and absently, you’re glad you chose Jimin to go home with you.

You grab Jimin by his face, pulling kiss-bitten lips to yours and devouring him whole. He grunts in appreciation, mouth cooled by the water as his tongue dances with yours. His handles are not idle, rubbing up and down your jean-clad thighs, alternating between the gentle press of fingers and pointed drag of nails.

Jimin’s kissing is like nothing else you’ve had before. He’s skilled, leading you between fast, hungry clashing of teeth and tongue and slow, languid movements. You’re dizzy with him, a buzz of electricity under your skin and heat pooling in your stomach long before his hands dip to your zipper, pulling the metal down.

Eager hands slide to your hips where Jimin gathers the fabric. Your kiss breaks momentarily, a single line of spit connecting you for a second before you lift your ass off the counter, letting Jimin pull harshly at your pants. The fabric slides, making him cuss out loud when he realizes you’re not wearing underwear.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tossing your jeans and pressing your thighs open. You shiver as the cold air hits your pussy. Jimin’s eyes are hungry as he drags a thumb up the center of your glossy folds, a high-pitched sound leaving you. “Spoiled brat wearing no underwear? You’re just dying to have this pussy fucked, huh?”

“Please.”

“Hmm.” Jimin presses his thumb into your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head. The pressure sends a shiver through you, sparking every nerve in your body as he barely wiggles his thumb back and forth. “Shit you’re so sensitive. Gonna scream while I eat you out?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb slides lower, teasing your clenching hole. You open your eyes, head heavy as you look at him. He’s slid down to his knees, looking up at you through long lashes with a smirk on his face. Your shirt is still on, but you don’t even care. Jimin’s hot breath is on your inner thighs as he bites your flesh softly, making your legs try to close.

“Don’t suffocate me,” he chastises you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste though.”

Everything turns to white noise as Jimin leans forward, running his long tongue from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit. You seize forward, gasping for air and clenching your fists as he pins your legs harder. Your muscles strain, the stretch a little painful but the good kind paired with the way he licks you slowly.

Your blood turns into melted metal. You go boneless, laying back on the counter, knocking over cups, sending them scattering. You knock into the iHome, the iPod coming disconnected and cutting off the music. It doesn’t matter. Now you can hear the way Jimin sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly.

From the moment you saw his tongue, you wondered what it would be like. You pictured nothing like this. Jimin eats you out slowly, tongue curious yet lazy as he circles your clit in a steady rhythm before sucking your bud into his mouth and squeezing with his lips lightly.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse. One of your hands falls across your eyes, blocking the light from the ceiling as Jimin splays you open for his mouth to explore. You’re panting, the other hand threading through his hair, gel making it easier to grab onto. “Feels so fucking good.”

And it does.

“Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles, pulling away with a lewd, loud suck on your clit. “Your pretty little hole is just fucking dripping. Gonna fuck you open with my fingers to get you nice and stretched for me.”

You can’t come up with a verbal response. Something like a whine and hum of agreement slips out. Your hips twitch as his mouth turns firmer, tongue flicking over your clit quickly followed by his lips sucking at your wet hole.

There has never been a time someone enjoyed themselves so much while paying attention to your pleasure. Jimin is skilled and focused on bringing his fingers into the action. You feel him slowly trace the rim of your entrance with his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you curse and squirm but not enough to slide in.

It fucking aches. Your fingers tighten in his hair, begging him to make you feel fuller. Jimin chuckles, the vibrations going straight through you, your muscles spasming.

Slowly, Jimin adds a single finger, the slide relieving some of the tension directly in your pussy. You let out a soft breath, sagging on the counter as he matches the gentle in-and-out of his finger with the steady licking of his tongue on your clit.

The tight feeling of your orgasm is winding like a spring in your stomach. You can feel it, the pressure building and so compact that you struggle to breathe, finding yourself gasping for air when Jimin adds another finger to the mix. He applies pressure right against your front wall, pressing that spot that has you seeing stars.

You might be babbling now. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth. Stars are dancing behind your eyes and you struggle to remember not to hold your breath, to try and regulate your breathing as he increases speed. He’s messy now, sucking and licking and rubbing his nose against your clit. Jimin uses his entire face to get you off and you’re spiraling.

It all happens at once. A deep breath in. Held tight in your chest, muscles seizing and your body going rigid. Jimin’s fingers push against your g-spot hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth and you scream.

Your orgasm snaps in half, everything going loose at once. You feel yourself clench around his fingers, so tight that Jimin pauses his movements, tongue licking at your sensitive pussy gently as you shake. Your hands cover your face now, breathing rapidly into your palms as the room fills with white noise.

After a moment, your muscles start to relax. Jimin gives an experimental thrust with his fingers and you whine, making him laugh.

“God, you came so fucking hard,” he growls from between your legs. He gently pulls his fingers from you, making you protest and drop your hands from your face. You open your eyes as the room spins, lifting your head to look where Jimin now stands between your legs. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them. “Mmm. You’re a creamer. I like that.”

You have no response for him. He doesn’t need one. Jimin lifts you from the counter and for a moment, the world tilts dangerously on its axis and you think you might vomit. The spinning is short-lived as he carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed hard enough to make you bounce.

“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” you mumble, righting yourself in the sheets. He laughs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it. Your eyes zero in on his body and your mind goes blank. “Jesus Christ, Jimin.”

“Jesus had nothing to do with this.” He smacks his abs with a hand. “This is creatine, determination, and seven days a week at the gym, baby.”

Jimin flexes his stomach. His chest and abs are toned and well-defined. The low lighting of the bar had done him an injustice that is rectified in the lamp light of the bedroom. There’s a black tattoo on his ribcage that you can’t read, but think looks really good on him anyway.

Jeans slung low on his hips, Jimin shuffles over to the bed. You can see his dick straining against his pants. When he leans over to catch your lips with his, your hand immediately goes to his crotch, gripping gently through the material. He moans into your mouth, the kiss full of spit and your essence.

From the way your hand presses against his straining cock, you can tell Jimin is big. With nervous hands, you pull at his zipper. He pulls away for a moment, leaving you frowning and confused.

“How do you get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, sliding a finger under the strap going across your stomach. “It’s confusing.”

“Like a normal shirt,” you giggle.

“Like a normal shirt,” he mimes in a high-pitched voice. “Off. Wanna see those fucking tits.”

Leaning forward, you help Jimin pull your shirt off, followed by the pink bra with a little bow in the middle. He doesn’t seem to have an appreciation for lingerie, immediately pushing you down by your sternum once you’re fully naked so he can lavish your chest with his mouth.

Jimin’s mouth is always hungry. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and forget that you had been trying to get his pants off. You go limp as his tongue flicks over your pert bud experimentally, his other hand tweaking the opposite peak. Both bring out a response, eliciting a grin from him.

Remembering that Jimin is still in jeans, your hands surge forward, pulling at the zipper. You can see Calvin Klein briefs peaking just out the top of his jeans. With the zipper undone, there’s enough room for you to slide your hand in and grip Jimin’s cock firmly over the fabric of his briefs.

“Shit,” he moans, head resting in the valley of your breasts. “Come on, take my cock out. Wanna stuff that mouth of yours full.”

You don’t hesitate. You help Jimin out of his jeans, momentarily distracted by his powerful thighs and the way they flex as he bends to pull his briefs down. Your mouth goes dry as his heavy cock bobs against his navel when he’s free of his briefs.

Jimin might be a lithe model, but his cock is anything but.

Smooth, heavy, flushed-brown tip, and thick. Your hand goes for it as he crawls up the bed, straddling your waist and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your hand wraps around the velvet shaft, making him twitch a bit. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, watching you give an experimental stroke.

Jimin moans. It’s such a pretty sound. You shift under him to give yourself a better angle. Your hand drifts upward, collecting the pearly precum gathered at his tip. You spread it on his shaft on the downstroke, watching as Jimin’s eyes close, head falling back.

You gather spit in your mouth, letting go of his cock briefly. He looks down as if to chastise you, but before his comment can escape, you spit into your palm and bring it back up to his cock, giving a smooth stroke, grip firmer and more precise as you twist at the head.

“God,” he moans as you watch his muscles spasm in his abs. “Don’t just jerk me off like a middle schooler, put me in your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying. Just suck me off a bit first.”

You huff at his impatience.

Sliding further down the bed, Jimin meets you halfway, lowering a bit so that you can pull the tip of his cock into your mouth for an experimental suck. He curses and you grin, the saltiness on your tongue spurring you to take him in a little further.

It’s a vulnerable angle. Jimin can control the pace and fuck down into your mouth if he wants. Instead, he’s patient as you let the spit collect in your mouth, lifting your head to take a little more in your mouth each time.

Your tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, providing a smooth glide as Jimin helps you out, sinking into your mouth a little more each time. He’s cursing and moaning above you, lost in the way you hollow your cheeks to provide better suction. You’re fascinated by the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and you realize he has a few freckles that are… endearing.

It’s a weird thing to notice, so you suck harder, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Jimin grows more needy, fucking into your mouth so that he’s controlling the pace. You adjust, letting your jaw go slack to accommodate the stretch - and it’s a difficult stretch - making sure to guard your teeth and to let your drool help the glide.

“Your mouth takes my cock so well,” he hums. “How about that throat? Can I fuck that too?”

You nod, which is difficult with a mouth full of Jimin’s precum and cock. He grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom of your jaw gently to adjust the angle and start fucking into your mouth in earnest.

Breathing is difficult - you remind yourself to try and breathe through your nose, letting out little sounds of euphoria around him that rile him up. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs, turned on by the way Jimin growls every time the tip kisses the back of your throat.

Once or twice your throat seizes up around him. He’s careful to pull out and let you breathe for a moment, spit and a little cum leaking down the sides of your mouth and down your chin, tears pooling in your eyes.

With one hand, Jimin slides the glossy tip of his cock through the mess on your chin before tracing your lips a few times, smearing the mess over your swollen mouth.

“Lipstick,” he murmurs, nearly ruining the moment.

Before you can reply, Jimin slides his cock back into the heat of your mouth, sighing in relief as he starts to thrust in earnest again.

Just as the crown of his cock starts to brush the deeper part of your throat, Jimin pulls out, cursing. “Need to fuck this messy pussy of yours or I’ll bust,” he growls. “Turn over for me. Let me see that pretty ass.”

Crawling from underneath him, you do as he says, too eager to care that he’s bossing you around. Your limbs are trembling as you prop yourself up on your knees, ass in the air and chest and head pressed to the bed. You look at him sideways, cheek on the mattress as he settles behind you, hands kneading the fat of your ass, giving you experimental squeezes.

It feels nice, the way his hands soothe your muscles and skate over soft flesh. He gives you an experimental slap and you squeal, making him grin.

“Gunna rearrange your fucking guts,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Wait - condom?”

He gives you a look. “What? Are we in middle school? I’m not fucking you with a condom, I won’t feel shit.”

“What? How do I know if you’re clean?”

“Um, does it look like I have something?”

“You can’t always tell.”

“Well, I don’t have a condom.”

You pause, glaring at him. Neither one of you moves. “Okay, well then pull out.”

He scoffs. “Obviously I’m going to cum in your mouth like a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes. Even though he is wildly attractive and can pull an orgasm out of you with oral, Jimin is still a fucking ass. But he’s an ass who is good at what he does, so you shut up.

Not that you can speak as he runs his cockhead through your wet folds. You moan, hearing how wet you are for him. He pushes the tip of his cock in slightly, just enough to make your hole flutter around him. You gasp, fists twisting in sheets as he sits there, letting you clench and unclench around him.

“Jimin,” you moan.

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Or you’re just gonna get the tip of my cock. I can feel your pussy fucking begging for it. Now you need to ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? Want me to split you open?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck that cervix until you’re screaming?” You pause. He pauses. “Okay that wasn’t very hot, was it?”

“Not really-”

Jimin cuts you off, thrusting in hard on a single upstroke. You gasp, mind going blank and forgetting about his terrible fumble at dirty talk as his cock does hit something inside of you that sends you into a torrent of heat and trembling limbs.

He sets a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his girth. Jimin’s hips piston perfectly against yours, your ass snapping back into his hips with each thrust. You can barely breathe, panting into the sheets as you bounce backward, sharing the effort to meet him for each powerful stroke.

It feels amazing.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the way his cock fills up every part of you, the slide smooth and velvet against your walls, the tip brushing gently against your g-spot every time he thrusts in.

Your stomach feels like it's flipping over and over again, each one of Jimin’s thrusts so deep you swear you feel it in your chest. Your thoughts start to slip away, your front half sinking further into the mattress as Jimin’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“Fuck,” he pants. “This pussy is so fucking tight. You're just fucking taking it and this ass-” he slaps your flesh sharply, making you squeal. “You hear that? Fucking getting clapped.”

You don’t have it in you to be annoyed at him. And he has a point - the slap of hips against ass, balls against pussy is loud.

The same feeling coils in your stomach again. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to breathe around the pleasure and the feeling of Jimin fucking you so full. It winds and winds and winds, and as it’s about to snap, you hold your breath.

Jimin gives a hard thrust followed by another, and you cum with a scream. You go from frozen, clenched muscles to boneless limbs in a moment. Jimin presses his hands into the small of your back, pushing you so far into the mattress that you can barely breathe as you bear his full weight.

With a few disjointed thrusts, Jimin cums, grunting and digging nails into your back.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. You can barely remember where you are, much less ask Jimin to pull his weight off of you to give you air. He’s still pressed into you, the heavy weight of him sinking you further into sweat-soaked sheets.

Jimin relents. He slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel the mess slicking between your legs. It’s sticky and wet, more than you have ever felt before. He falls unceremoniously to the side, nearly wheezing for air.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sweat and sex. Strands of hair and sheets stick to your skin. You shuffle, trying to roll over a bit to look at him. Your limbs are sore and stretched from the press of his hands and the force of his hips spreading yours, but it’s a good sore.

Jimin is flushed, sweaty, and half-asleep. His hand is on his stomach, sticky with cum.

“OH MY GOD YOU DIDN’T PULL OUT!” You scream, sitting up with sheets stuck to your back and hair all over. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Please stop screaming,” he groans, covering his face. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“Well,” he sighs. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again to make you feel better.”

You cross your arms over your chest, heart racing. You stare at Jimin for a moment. Two moments. You drop your arms and lay back on the bed. “Yeah,” you huff. “Fine, whatever.”

Who were you to turn down another round like that? Your ex and his Escalade are long forgotten now.

#jimin x reader #park jimin fanfic #jimin smut #park jimin smut #jimin x you #jimin bts #park jimin bts #jejushore #bts collab

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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"say it like you fucking mean it"

Aaahhhhh 😫

I loved it ❤️❤️❤️

I too am a submissive bitch for Minho. She begged so nicely, how could it end right there?!!

— smut mdni. pt.1

i had to eat jhdjs but yeah i think he would continue to be a menace while you suck/jerk him off but slowly melt at the stimulation as he gets hornier. like you can keep working him after he finishes and he'd start squirming but still try to humiliate you for it like you're the one obsessed, again.

"was that not enough? can't seem to let go of my cock, hm? sucking on me like a starved bunny." saying that through clenched teeth like he's not the one losing his shit.

but it soon dies down and gets replaced with hitched whimpers especially if you get more confident and talk back. he's less likely to come at you in this state, choosing to just get lost in the feeling of your hand and mouth on him.

and at this point, if you edge him he's all gone. loud and pretty whines echo through the living room everytime you tease him to his orgasm just to rip it away. suck on his tip and jerk him fast until he's close then release him from your mouth and stroke him slow and feather like. just as his high dies down, you do it again.

pretty baby just has a tough facade but it's easy to break through if you're smart enough. you edge him three times before getting up from your position on your knees and slipping off your shorts. when you finally straddle him and sink down on his cock, he cums within seconds inside you, thick thighs trembling at the way your walls squeeze his cock.

you start bouncing on him and he throws his head back in defeat, mouth agape from the overstimulation. he was expecting a similar outcome from wearing these pants— you on his lap, just not him whining and whimpering as you practically use him.

"am i really the one obsessed, baby? last time i checked i didn't order a pair of slutty pants to have my girlfriend fuck me dumb."

"mm? is that what you wanted from this min?" you incite him to talk, watching his pretty fucked out face contort in pure bliss.

"ah, fuck— yeah." he whines, sucking in a breath through his teeth before exhaling in a breathy moan. you could never get enough of hearing him like this, so loud and desperate,

"told you you could've just said it. should've asked nicely, bunny." you scold him in a soft voice, just like he does, using the same pet name.

your lips instinctively latch on his neck, sucking on the skin while he practically starts sobbing at the overwhelming feeling.

"t-too much."

"too much? you didn't know what that meant when you made me cum in the car then twice more at home, did you?" you ask, referring to the night that started this whole zipper thing.

"gonna— cum again."

"fill me again, bunny? then we'll be even. use you just like you used me."

soon enough he's painting your walls white again, arms flying to wrap around you tightly as he bucks his hips to ride his high and you come undone right after.

he rests his head back on the backrest for a good minute, panting with closed eyes but his arms never let go of you. you lean in to lay on him until your breath steadies too.

"did you get what you wanted from these pants?" you say when you feel him nuzzle his face closer to yours, regaining focus and seeking your warmth again.

he gives you a tired smile, "much more."

#look at the ace explaining how to edge a man into submission #lils if u see this no u don't #the bunny agenda is rubbing off on me #lee know smut #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #lee minho smut #minho smut #skz smut #lee know x reader

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hee0soo · 1 year

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KQ Fellaz Ep. 2

Summary: The Fellaz are going to the airport

Everyone finally managed to get their suitcases packed, loaded into the cars and the trainees were ready to get in.

Heeyoung had her freshly charged Bluetooth headphones wrapped around her neck, a portable charger ready to be used in her bag pack. A little plush bunny was attached to the zipper, dangling on the side.

She could feel however that it moved around more than it should on its own.

Turning her head a bit, the girl could see Jongho fiddling around with it.

He seemed bored.

The girl nudged him to signal that he should get in the car before the others could choose all the seats and he had to sit in between Mingi and Yunho!

Driving to the airport was everything BUT calm. Somehow Heeyoung had managed to land a seat between Wooyoung and San. The two boys had quickly taken to teasing the older girl, making her huff in amusement every now and then.

It wasn´t until Wooyoung started to flick her earring that she got a bit annoyed.

“Stop it Woo-ah!” she called him out and flicked his forehead.

Wooyoung yelled and put his hand on the spot she hit, trying to sooth the slight sting a bit.

On her other side San broke out into a fit of giggles.

Seonghwa, who had observed them had to hide a smile. Proud that the girl hadn´t let their resident tease get away unscathed!

“Alright guys and girls, I have your passports with me. As soon as we arrive I want you to get your luggage out of the trunk and stay TOGETHER!” the manager said from his place in the driver’s seat.

The boys started cheering loudly around Heeyoung. Clapping along, she let out a tiny whoop.

They arrived not much later and a camera was given to her to film a bit of the check in.

She went over to the youngest, managing to catch him by surprise.

His eyes widened when he realized that the girl was filming them.

“Jongho-ah, are you excited to go to America?”

“Ah Noona, you surprised me! Yes, I’ve never been and I’m curious to see how training will be there!” the 00-liner nodded.

Yunho, who had seen the older walking around with the self cam, came over to them to stand behind the girl.

“They gave you the camera? Brave of them since you managed to destroy every technological thing you touch.” he dead panned good naturally.

“Yah! The disrespect I’m getting! He might look like a giant golden retriever but he is menace!”

Yunho gasped in mock offence at her words.

“ME? Never!”

“I´m hungry!” Mingi´s voice came from her right.

The boy threw an arm around her and let his chin rest on her head.

“I´ll buy you something after the security check. Just wait a bit.”

The rapper cheered at her words, hugging her tightly as a thank you.

Heeyoung struggled to get out of his tight grip, making Jongho pull her away from him.

“Don’t you just love it when they love you like that?” Seonghwa called over from his place next to the manager.

Heeyoung gave him a suffering smile and the camera when he came over.

Not expecting to receive the camera he nearly dropped it.

The girl face palmed. That would have been a great start had the camera broken already!

Taglist: @andjeoidjavo

#ateez #ateez 9th member #9th member of ateez #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop extra member #ateez addition #ateez added member #ateez female member #ateez female addition

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emotionally-drained-pauling · 4 months

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hey miss pauling did you know that the administrator is actually a bunch of bugs tied togetehr in an old woman costume. Boogyman style. she told me herself, werree best friends. She appreciates you a little bit she told me. Epic

Also what do you think about beavers because those guys are scary!!!!! They’ll fuck your shit up if you get too close so be super super careful. Got big teeth . For killing. If I memebr right they are aslo posionius AND venumous. Freaking crazy. What do you think

I knew I heard some weird clicking noises. It's like Zipper T. Bunny but old woman style.

They aren't to bad, they're just trying their best to build little dams. But they do have pretty big teeth, that's kinda weird to me

#emotionally drained pauling #tf2 miss pauling #boogyman administrator hours

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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did you ever come up with reader’s bunny’s name for the nerd!reader x camboy!ari fic?

hehe yes !! Thank you so much to everyone for your suggestions and for some of your little reasons for each name. i loved them all and had a hard time picking my favourites so I tried to find a way to include a good chunk of them by having best friend!jake jensen purposefully calling the bunny different names !!

Spoilers below !!

I forgot to announce it, but this is pasted directly from my notes:

Bunny name:

Full name: Twitch Napoleon Kuromi Velveteen

he is royalty ok, he deserves a long beautiful name

Nicknames: Moo Cow, Babbity Rabbity, Poggers (Pog for short: “why poggers?” You lift him up, flicking his ear, “Pog, pog, pog.” “I get it.”)

Ari calls him Buzz/Buster, Mr. Napoleon, Little Eclair, later: Obi-Bun Kenobi

Jake just calls him weird names: Bonbon, Hickory Sticks, Princess Peach, Nano (Nanotechnology), Matrix, Bingus, Rhubarb, Hamtaro, Obi-Bun Kenobi

“He’s Cole.” “He isn’t Cole! Don’t disrespect Twitch like that!” “Who’s Cole?” “A cursed animal crossing villager.” “You’re right, he’s Zipper T. Bunny.” “No!”

#fic ask #Cs: twitch #Cs ask #Cs: about

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septusuki · 3 days

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"Guys, look..." Hidaka Saori had been expecting this. She'd already doubted that the entirety of Merm4id could fit in one lift, all together, but this just confirmed her suspicions. "Weight limit, 1000 kilos." With a hand to her stomach to check that it was all there - and it was all her - Saori paled as she kept reading. "Thirteen people... Yeah, right." She grumbled. Thirteen people, or less than four members of Merm4id.

"One ton?" Mizushima Marika giggled, seemingly just as shocked as Saori at the group's collective obesity. Devoid of shame as usual, Marika lifted the hem of her top and fondled a handful of her own fat. "Geez, one ton, Rika-chan!" Slapping her belly, and then slapping Seto Rika's gut, Marika couldn't help but laugh. A year or two ago, Merm4id would have easily been amongst those thirteen, seventy-kilo humans.

"No, seriously guys." Saori huffed as she watched Rika-Marika enjoy their own huge, quarter-ton obesity. They preened over their gigantic sizes, ogling the space under Rika's tantalisingly tight crop-top, and beneath Marika's fashion-forward button-up as it struggled with her fat. "Someone's gotta stay behind, or we're gonna break something." Shivering as she felt more self-conscious than ever, Saori's other hand joined her first on the flank of her belly. It yawned over the hem of her shorts, nothing but pudge and fat hanging far enough to almost bury the tinny button in her own navel. She could feel the chilly mass of it, burrowing further into her fat-rolls with every breath. Shame mixed with utter horniness as the fact that Merm4id weighed an entire ton engulfed her like so much fat. Merm4id had eaten themselves into four quarter-ton sacks of meat, gorging themselves as izakayas and buffets, until waistbands burst and zippers tore. Merm4id weren't mermaids anymore; they were seals. Beached whales, that still tried to dance.

"I'll stay behind." Dalia had shimmied halfway through the elevator's doors, only sighing as she found that she'd have to somehow turn around and push her obese body they way that it'd come. "I am the-- the heaviest, after all." She groaned, feeling her huge belly ooze up against the side of the door. She'd worn what had been a properly-fitting t-shirt when she'd left her house, but by now the poor thing had been reduced to something much smaller. Dalia was so underdressed that the entire mass of her belly could be seen, drooping and drooling out of the bottom of the shirt. "I can wait." Breathing out so that she could actually fit, Dalia's chubby cheeks just huffed dejectedly.

"Dalia, thanks." Saori sweated, trying not to stare as the milky-chocolate of Dalia's gut wriggled away from her. "Sorry, for--" For what? It hadn't been Saori's idea for Merm4id to plump up. It hadn't been Saori that'd fed Dalia into a heaving mass of former-gym-bunny. Saori had nothing to apologize for - besides one thing. Besides the half-dozen times she'd imagined Dalia in bed, obese and only getting fatter. But that was a secret, between Saori and her pillow.

#fic #wg #d4dj #obese dalia... my love my lard

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kappel46dideriksen · 2 years

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peachringwithpiss · 4 years

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I've made mistake

#fnaf #purple guy #the man behind the slaughter #mike afton #right or is he william #the lore confuses me so much at this point #william afton #five nights at freddy's #zipper t bunny #animal crosing new horizons #animal crossing #its a solid theory #bit thats all it is #a theory #A GAME THEORY #ok im done #im tired

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lil-pumpkin-ghost · 4 years

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I was going through the Animal Crossing tags here and saw that a TON of people really hate Zipper T. Bunny when he showed up for the Bunny Day event. I honestly didn’t understand why so many people hated him so much. I met him for the first time on the other side of my island away from everyone and he was ok, until he showed up in my yard when I started my game for a second time today. I had literally walked out of my house and there he is standing a few feet away from me. He then told me that he can’t hide the eggs inside of my house or any other building, like yeah no shit Zipper I just loaded my game up chill out man!

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #zipper t bunny #zipper himself is not too bad its the eggs that are super annoying right now #like I am trying to collect materials to craft stuff and I keep getting eggs #I still really love the game don’t get me wrong

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cloudberry-island · 4 years

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April 12th

It sure is!

Finally the day we have waiting for. The end of the stream of eggs.

While I may have some antipathy for a certain long-eared weirdo...

... I’m happy for the season (although there is currently snowing here where I’m sitting outside of Cloudberry...), and all the colours and celebrations are needed in times like these.

How have you been celebrating Bunny Day?

Show me your Bunny Day Celebration Attires!

#bunny day!#it is here #celebrate #all hail zipper t bunny #you were right to keep people from staring at your back...#costumes #animal crossing #acnh

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bunnydaybash · 4 years

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ooooh redd got broken up with

"Not technically!" Zipper corrected.

Redd kicked at the dirt pathetically.

#zipper t bunny #crazy redd #ask #anon #me: watch this *makes unnecessary hurt for characters only a few people care about #did i spell anything in that tag right?#hm

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Boom (M). Part 5.

Preview: “Bun, why don’t you go dry off in Renjun’s room? I’ll be there in a minute.” Haechan smiles at you cutely, nodding down the hall. You bounce on your way with a scrunch of your nose following his request.

Jaemin fiddles with the zipper on Haechan’s bag sneaking a peak inside. Curiosity getting the best of him, his brows shoot up in confusion- “what’s with the camera?”

“You owe me, you know..” Haechan quirks a brow. Prodding his index finger between Jaemin’s broad chest. Lingering seconds too long tracing down to his abs. “I need a favor.”

Pairing: 00’line x female bunny hybrid reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Hybrid AU, PWP, idolverse, M/F, smut- a lot of smut, series

Smut Warning: Haechan’s a bit sadistic, camera use, spitting, gagging, choking, degradation, too much dirty talk, ass play, voyeur, sex toys, cum shots, multiple orgasms, yea it’s filth.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

a/n: happy 1 month anniversary to this fic🐰💘

“What kind of surprise?!?” You jump up excitedly nearly dropping the towel tied around your chest. Your hands eagerly reach for the bag in Haechan’s hand. He breaks out into a devilish grin lifting the gift further away too far out of reach.

“Can’t spoil the surprise now, can I baby?” He questions too adorably, batting pretty eyelashes at you. Coyly tapping your twitching nose with his free hand.

“But I wantttttttt it!” You whine like a little spoiled brat. Exactly what Haechan wants. He pecks your forehead with a mumbled ‘patience’.

“Bun, why don’t you go dry off in Renjun’s room? I’ll be there in a minute.” Haechan smiles at you cutely, nodding down the hall. You bounce on your way with a scrunch of your nose following his request.

Jaemin fiddles with the zipper on Haechan’s bag sneaking a peak inside. Curiosity getting the best of him, his brows shoot up in confusion- “what’s with the camera?”

“You owe me, you know..” Haechan quirks a brow. Prodding his index finger between Jaemin’s broad chest. Lingering seconds too long tracing down to his abs. “I need a favor. You’re good with cameras right?”

Jaemin glares at him, tsking out of the side of his lips. “A favor? You want me to suffer you mean.”

Haechan shrugs, opening the gift bag for Jaemin to get a peak inside. His mouth falling open long enough for a fly to buzz through and back out again.

“A maid costume?!” He exclaims full of surprise. Half unsure why he’s surprised, this is Haechan after all. “You’re seriously about to film your little fantasy hentai?”

“No. You are.” Haechan laughs shoving his bag into Jaemin’s bare chest. “I’m gonna help bun get dressed up. You go put on some pants, at least. Meet us in Renjun’s room.”

Jaemin grumbles left behind, watching Haechan cockily strut down the hall. Rolling his eyes, irritated he didn’t come up with the idea himself. It made sense for Haechan to record footage of private intimate moments. He would be missing out on time with you when 127s schedules picked up again.

Jaemin opens up the camera, grimacing as a video of Haechan jerking off plays. His features twist in disgusts unable to look away. Haechan moans your name, sucking around fingers. Tips pressing to his hardened nipples, the background a white tile wall. Clearly hiding in the dorms shower. Jaemin’s eyes widen snapping the view finder shut as Haechan approaches his climax. Head shaking, rolling his shoulders back attempting to erase the memory from his mind. As if he wasn’t about to witness and help film much worse.

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“Open it up baby.” Haechan’s bright teeth shine. Smile widening gazing dreamingly at you on your knees. Cock beating against the inside of his thigh after you settled down in front of him completely bared. Walking in on you rubbing lotion over your damp skin like no big deal. Renjun probably got to enjoy this everyday. His fingers tighten around his jean covered thighs, annoyed by the thought. Choosing to pretend you didn’t fuck anyone the other day. Cleansing the story clear from his mind. This would be your first time ‘together’. That’s all that mattered now.

“What is it?” You hold up a thin sheer black and white frilly material. Eyes going cross eyed looking over the apron like garment. Pulling out an added accessory to perch on the top of your head.

“It’s a maid costume bun.” Haechan explains. Reaching out, he holds the flimsy material against your perky chest with a satisfied smirk. “Try it on, I’ll help you.”

You stand up, knees indented with the print of carpet from kneeling. Turning bare assed toward Haechan. Eyeing the tiny apron over your chest in front of Renjun’s closet mirror. He moves behind you, stroking your hair to the side off your back. Lips press to your shoulder planting soft kisses up to your half dried nape.

“What do you think bun? You like it baby?” Haechan asks amused. Working hands around your waist to tie the apron up. Fingertips tingle your spine, gently tapping upward. Lips continuously trail kisses across your upper back. His dark eyes visible through the mirror. Watching for your reactions over your shoulder.

“It’s really pretty..” you shyly respond now. Heat igniting in your chest the more his sweet touches paint your skin. Flames rising beneath your rounded happy cheeks. Haechan reminding you silently how easily you fall for his small gestures.

“You’re really pretty. Only looks so good cause it’s on you.” Haechan sighs as if he just awoke from a perfect nights sleep. Hands slide back down your back slowly. Taking time to trace over your shape. Cupping around your backside, squeezing your hips gently. “You forgot the bottoms bun”

The door opens half way, Jaemin distracted pushing at different buttons on the camera. Kicking it shut behind him slowly as he steps in. He begins to speak, eyes lifting slower than his face- “Haechan, I think you need to free up some memo…..holy shit..”

Haechan kisses up your thigh helping you step into a thin stringy piece of underwear. Licking the crevice of your ass pulling the small black material up. Straps snap over your hips. Haechan adjusting back on his heels in satisfaction. He nods his chin to Jaemin, brows waggling in response. Sitting up, settling calmly back on the bed.- “Like what you see?”

“I uh….” Jaemin scratches his bare chest. Stepping in with nothing but a low hanging pair of dark grey sweats. Dragging his hand upward to his hair. Gripping around coarse strands, pulling them in different directions. Stressed. His tongue laps his bottom lip watching you spin in front of the mirror.

“Haechannie, these aren’t good undies!” You squeak lifting the bottom of the maid apron up. Jaemin and Haechan groan deep in their throats.

“You might be a genius.” Jaemin grunts humming behind the camera. Slowly zooming in-between your legs. Wet pussy folds squeeze around thin black fabric enticingly. He sucks in a dry inhale panning over your thighs, slowly lifting the view to your face. Curious questioning eyes stare back at him through the lens. Bravely shooting a wink, adding a pouty blow of a kiss.

“Do you like them, nana?” You bite down on your lip. Twirling your hips side to side watching his eyes slowly lift from behind the recording device. Haechan scoffs hearing the nickname, scooping your hips, drawing you closer to stand between his parted thighs.

“Get a back shot, nana.” Haechan mocks, shooting a quirked brow to the camera man. Jaemin steps around Renjun’s bed, gasping as Haechan bends you over his shoulder. The tiniest flimsiest string sits over your ass, rim on complete display. Haechan’s hands squeeze your bottom, gently patting after every grip digging in. “You’re right. I’m a genius.”

Jaemin zooms in further until the camera screen blurs. Snapping him back to reality, he pauses recording. Dropping to seat near Haechan’s side, his forehead furrows. Reaching down picking up a smaller box that had fallen out of the gift bag. Raising it with a shake, he asks the man near him- “What is this?”

“The best part.” Haechan’s eyes glint menacingly. Maneuvering you comfortably to straddle his lap. Placing pecks up your jaw, he whispers into your ear. “Does my bun want the rest of her present now?”

You pull away, wrapping your arms around his neck. Eyes nearing in frustration, mouth quirking to the side annoyed. Impatiently, you smack his shoulder, pouting- “Give it to me!”

His lips part in fake astonishment, sounding a mocking playful whine. He slaps the sides of your thighs meanly. Loud noises of palm meeting skin burst through the small room. Haechan rasps, dropping his mouth open taunting you. Thick sturdy thighs bounce under you for emphasis- “Who taught you to be such a brat huh? Be a good girl for me and get back on your knees. Now.”

You swiftly move, returning to the position he’d requested before. Haechan snaps at Jaemin, directing him to begin filming. “You’re gonna wanna get this part.”

Haechan dangles the box above your head, laughing as you bounce up and down on your knees. Fingertips tapping the wrapped up surprise before he pulls away too fast for you to grab.

“You really want it baby?” He asks. Tone lowering, eyes falling half open. Pairing a bored serious glare with the question. He throws the box into your lap with extra force. “Open it, and put it on. Be a good little bunny and do as I say.”

Your eyes enlarge, nodding rapidly ripping open the box. Using your teeth, animalistic nature tearing through the tape blocking your way. You spit out wrapping paper yanking free a white collar with a heart shape on the center. Holding it up in confusion, Jaemin gulps. Tongue prodding his cheek out, focusing the camera on your cute naive expression.

“Put it on, around your neck.” Haechan lifts a finger, instructing you. Circling air motioning to your throat. You agree snapping the tight leather at back of your nape. Throat clearing under the added restriction.

“You’re too much, don’t you think? Bunny’s don’t even use collars.” Jaemin speaks low enough for only Haechan and the camera to pick up. The latter turns, mischievous gaze blaring into the lense.

“That’s still not even the best part.” Haechan reaches into his pocket, drawing out a short skinny white leather leash. Evil smile reaching his eyes, biting his lower lip. He reaches forward, clipping it to one of the hooks on the side of your collar. “Now..”

He tugs on the leash, wrapping it tightly around his hand. Your neck jerking forward, mouth flying open in shock. You sink to all fours pulled closer, face shoved against his crotch. Hard covered cock pumping under your cheek.

“Bratty little bunny, hasn’t even said thank you yet?” Haechan’s lips purse. Hips shoving up, pressing you against his crotch too roughly. “A good bunny would have my entire cock down their throat by now. Are you a good bunny? Hmm?”

He pulls harder, eyes darkening as you cough. Groans escaping up your chest, neck burning under every harsh ministration. You suck in a deep breath, hands scurrying to his zipper, ripping the button of his jeans open.

“I’m a good bunny!” You shout out, sitting up straight. Knees aching against the scratchy carpet. Haechan lifts his ass up enough to help you get him out of his bottoms. Precum stained boxers gathered together with his tight jeans left around his calves. Sculpted smooth thighs surround your head. Jaw falling open again staring in awe. Haechan smirks, stealing a glance at Jaemin sharing the same look of shock with you.

“You’re too much dude…” Jaemin moves, standing up. Dick throbbing against his pelvis recording your hands reaching for the cock ring wrapped around the base of Haechan’s length. Awestruck and curious you tap the plastic like device, vibrations coming to life around his size. Haechan’s teeth dig into his lip, nodding down at your gasping expression.

“Start sucking baby.” Haechan commands. He slides forward, ass half hung off Renjun’s bed. You stare at his cock trembling in your hands with fascination. Leaning in with your tongue out, licking up the liquid shining on his slit.

“Oh Haechannie, I like it so much. Is it…is it going to vibrate like that inside of me?!” You break into a pleased grin. Sucking your lips around the tip of his size. Haechan grunts content, dick jerking under your tongue work.

“If you’re a good bunny for me.” He retorts. Sighing, dropping his neck forward. Nose crinkling up when you lift his length, following your tongue over a prominent vein underneath.

Jaemin can’t help to be excited, raging hormones betraying him. Watching your tongue roll lower through the view finder. Gasping in shock along with Haechan when you dip even lower, beneath his balls. Tongue finding way between the crevice of Haechan’s ass. He groans, tossing his head back. Hips lifting up spreading his thighs further apart for easy access. Jaemin quickly moves around, recording you from a birds eye point of view. Silently cursing profanities, inhaling a ragged breath when your eyes shoot up. Staring up with lust hazed filled eyes.

Your tongue circles around Haechan’s wrinkled rim. Stroking his length up and down, thumb gliding along his leaking slit. Haechan’s cock throbs, blood contained from rushing up thanks to the cockring. The tip of your tongue slides in, breeching the tight entrance. Haechan shouts out pretty moans. Your chest fills with need, watching the two men above you fall into euphoric sinful pleasure.

“Fuck bun..” Haechan stammers. Stomach tightening too turned on watching you play out his most depraved fantasies. He lifts off your mouth, tugging at the leash to control your hunger. Your mouth chasing after him, gripping squeeze around your neck placating you momentarily. “Who taught you that huh?” Haechan grunts, assuming it could only be Jeno. Knowing him. “Good bunny. Good little eager learner.”

Your smile beams, licking wet kisses over his knee. Nibbling the meat inside his thigh, coughing between bites. Tickles of hot arousal trickle down to your core with each pull around your throat. Jaemin hums in agreement, moving around the bed when Haechan shoves at him. He tugs you up, kicking his pants away. Moving like lightening speed to strip free of his shirt. He presses at the dip in your back, bending you over the bed with ease.

Haechan assaults your ass, heavy brutal hands land loudly. Smacking hard enough to burn his palms. With a hiss his evil grip returns to the leash. You choke on a scream, neck hauled back harshly. Your hands reach for the leather, sliding fingers beneath it. Coughing out breathy gusts of struggled air. Jaemin sets down on his knees, elbows perched on the edge of the bed. Panning over your parted lips, down to your marked up neck, spending extra time focused on your bouncing breasts.

“Is this what my bunny wants?” Haechan thrusts against your ass. Cock easing in-between your soaked up thighs. Thin string of underwear engulfed between your folds doing nothing to prevent slick from leaking down your thighs. The cock ring vibrates near your entrance, your eyes roll back. Slapping a hand down on the mattress in front of you. “I’ll make you feel so good bun, better than anyone.”

“Please! Please!!” You beg, wailing cries. Eyes squeezing up too tight, your tongue lawls out. Coughing up painful gurgles, spit spilling down your chin. Jaemin rolls his eyes at Haechan’s words. He straightens up, reaching a hand to stroke a thumb across your dribbling chin. Mouth opening up further as he focus on your tonsils shaking.

“I’m gonna take care of you bun..” Haechan aimlessly mumbles. Thumbs gliding over the swell of your ass. He dips in pressing the thin string of underwear to your rim. Sadistic laughter dances off his tongue when you gasp, arching forward in surprise. “Listen well and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Haechan rips at the underwear doing a poor job of concealing your core. Wedging up the soaked through cloth completely between your walls, creating a delicious friction against every nerve.

Haechan’s cock slaps down against your cunt, your hips responding twisting back seeking more. He rips the ruined panties aside sliding them past the mound of your bottom. Hard heavy cock slapping down on your rim in quick successions. You cry harder ready to beg, words ripped from your throat with another mean yank.

“Little bunny pussy made to take my cock baby.” Haechan speaks up above your sobbing pleasured whimpers. Vibrating ring brushing your fluffed fluttering excited tail. His lips swell under his teeth burying through plumpness. Overwhelming urge to fuck you past he point of stupidity taking over. Savoring each tear, broken moan, pained grunt of need. The need for him to fill you up, stuff you full of his cum.

“Please, Haechannie. Fuck me please. Want!” You sob. Head restrained back with the gripping hold around your throat. Wanton heat spins around your mind, pre-heat surging out of your veins. Intensifying every touch, every look, every slide of hard length between your core.

“What do you want baby?” Haechan swivels his hips up. Tip teasing your opening entrance. Slick sopping around his thick length. Core convulsing in anticipation, spreading to allow him in. “Just wanna be my dumb little cockslut. My stupid bunny that only knows how to get fucked.”

Haechan slaps your ass, thrusting his size in too fast. Forcing your walls to stretch around his thick length. The tight hold around your neck loosens as he groans squeezed between you. Your head drops forward, face contorting in mix of pain and pleasure. Cock thrumming inside you wickedly aided by the powerful cock ring.

“Haechannie…s’big….so good..” you whimper huskily. Knees sliding apart further down the bed. Face falling from Jaemin’s touch. Eyes rolling up watching him lose himself behind the video recorder. Haechan glides past your clenching walls, balls hitting your clit. Cock ring stimulating your needy swollen bundle of nerves.

Haechan thrusts in again, lips parting amazed. Mentally locking up sensations of pulsing tight heat engulfing his length. His hips circle, cock ring buzzing his balls and your clit at once. Hot load filling the sack between his legs, shooting stings of gratification up his back. Shoulders rolling in as he pulls out. Eyes widening, panting heavily staring at your cunt cling around him in awe.

“Fuck bun, even your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go baby. Desperate little slut, always begging to get fucked.” Haechan grunts. Hips speeding up, slapping against your ass fiercely. Skin slapping back violently into his pelvic bone as he slams down. Long fingers wrap your waist like another cage to suppress your oxygen. Haechan throwing his body weight in with each pointed thrust. Growling and fucking you deeper into the mattress. “Nasty needy baby, want my cum filling you up?”

“Haec…” you break off into a puddle of tears. Gripping a hold around the bed sheets, prying them off the edges. You wail out suddenly, arching up throwing your head back. Heat surging from your core to the back of your throat- “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

Haechan deeply growls between moans. Dick thrumming faster than ever with the cock ring. Blood squeezed around his base staving off his prolonged orgasm. His lips twitch up, stiffening thrusts past your tightening heat. Dragging nails to your hips. Lower half struggling to thrust past your climaxing walls. Slicking up his balls with impactful orgasm. He pulls out swiftly, digging a palm into your side. Flipping you on your back pulling your hips up from the bed.

Haechan rips off the cock ring exasperating a pained sound of relief. Tossed aside hitting the wall loudly for Renjun to stumble upon later. His thick beating length jerks on it’s own as he seethes back inside your aching core.

“Slutty bunny came around me so fucking good already.” Haechan shouts, sinking back in. Calves tossed up near your head folding you easily. Limbs loose and weak, easy to be used over and over. Haechan’s head shakes delirious, body strung out tight from holding back his orgasm.

Jaemin let’s out a sound of need, pain, annoyance. Tongue clicking for Haechan to hurry the fuck up and cum. Familiar enough with each other to say more with sounds than words. The camera slipping from his sweaty palms every few seconds. Shaky footage accompanies heavy breaths from the director. Haechan’s reminder of who filmed this when he watches it later.

Haechan sighs in satisfied happiness, bending over with palms flattening overs the backs of your thighs. His eyes roll in time with his hips, grumbling repeated whispers of ‘fuck fuck fuck’. Dick slamming in inch by inch, hitting deep inside your center.

“Cum inside Haechannie, please cum inside.” You whimper, neck tightening beneath the collar. Throwing your head back in drawn out impending orgasm. Haechan loses his mind, hips lifting, pounding down faster. Hard, noisily fucking spurts of wetness out of your cunt.

“Gonna…gonna cum..inside” Haechan pants loudly. Pussy tightening around him the deeper he thrusts. Hitting spots inside of you just how you want. “My cum slut, mine. Mine.”

Haechan’s face reddens, veins bulging along his neck. Hair sticking to his sweating forehead in clumps. Brows furrowing as he bites back a throaty shout. Cum exploding inside of you, curling his back in roughly. Heart beats bursting throughout your bodies. Hitting your lower halves painfully as relief of climax spreads.

He swallows thickly, rolling off your body in a dizzying spin. Ceiling moving above him forcing his eyes shut. Chest heaving up and down rapidly as he regains his sense post orgasm.

Jaemin crawls onto the bed, tugging your body closer to him by your thigh.

“Bunbun, you did so so good baby. Look at this big sloppy mess Haechan made.” Jaemin spouts nonsense. Camera in hand recording your convulsing stomach. Slowly collecting the visual of your destroyed underwear. Hole pulsing out globs of Haechan’s cum. He sighs, licking his upper lip while tugging out his raging hard length. Tip angry and fat ready to spill with a few rough tugs. “So so filthy bunbun..”

Jaemin takes his time, prodding your folds side to side. Precum slick cock gathering up mixtures of cum covering your insides. He moves excruciatingly slow, whispering dirty words into the small camera microphone. Getting you stirred back up, full of lazy exhausted arousal. Lower stomach in shot twitching with every brush against your clit.

“Nana…” you huff, waist curling up asking for more. Jaemin smiles at you from behind the device. Eyes half open, beads of sweat gleaming over his eyelids enhancing the devious sparkle in his eyes.

“I’m going to have to wash you real good next time bunbun.” He spews in the baby voice only saved to be used especially for you. “My dirty dirty bunny. Letting anyone cum inside her little pussy.”

“Want more.” You cry, reaching a hand up pleading for him. Your hips lift up continuing to babble drunk off the soft stimulation. “Want your cum. Please. Need it to fill me. Need to feel you.”

“Fuck.” Jaemin croons, bending forward fucking between your folds with a quickened pace. Noisy sounds of wetness smack out between your bodies. Camera dropped to the bed near Haechan’s thigh. Skewed lopsided view of your faces inching closer captured behind the blinking light. Jaemin shouts, stuttering to a halt. Tip of his cock breeching your sore entrance just enough to wrap around him so tightly. Like a rubber band snapping around his cap-like cock head. “Oh, fuck!”

His head tosses back, long neck too tempting to resist near your lips. Licking up to his trembling chin as he grits shooting a painful load inside your core. Hot sticky white liquid fills your gut. Satiating you as you lay flat, inhaling shallow breaths. Ripping the maid bonnet from your head to run fingers over your damp scalp.

Jaemin reaches for your hands, easing his body between your thighs. Dark sweats ruined catching the warmth seeping from your cunt. His dried lips kiss your palms, taking extra time over your inner wrist. Nostrils passing and sniffing where your scents most prominent. “I love you Nana.”

Jaemin’s eyes widen, lifting to your charming smile. Bright content eyes stare up, wrapping arms around his neck cuddling in closer. Jaemin lets the thrilling moment wash over him, dropping his face into the bend of your neck to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Love you too Bunbun.” He expresses against your cooling skin. The weight of another body lays over his back, Haechan leaning between your faces.

“I love you too Nana!” He sarcastically laughs, planting a wet kiss on Jaemin’s forehead. A small fight of girlish slaps breaks out. Jaemin curling around you as Haechan swoops in to steal you away.

He sticks out his tongue, paired with a petty spitting sound. Haechan presses your head to his warm chest, softly petting your ear. He murmurs, winking Jaemin’s direction menacingly.

“Love my bunny more though.”

Part 6–>

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