Jeff is very touchy when he kisses you, and it’ll almost always turn into heated make out sessions. He loves to grope your ass or thread his hands in your hair. Jeff will go to kiss your lips while your at your locker and he’ll secretly snake his hands around your waist, lowering them to grab ahold of your butt. He’s very into French kissing too, and being with Jeff means A LOT of PDA. He’ll start making out with you in the school halls, and you’ll have to remind him that your in public. After kissing Jeff, you’re most likely always sporting a couple of hickeys around your neck and collarbones. Jeff will always leave you breathless after one of his kisses, wanting for more.
Alex’s kisses are gentle but very passionate. He pours all of his feelings for you when the two of you lock lips. He’ll gently thread his hands into your hair or cradle your face between his hands. If the two of you are not in public, Alex will get more handsy with you and grab your butt, pinching it slightly while the two of you kiss. He’ll trail kisses down your neck and suck harshly on your sweet spot, leaving his mark.
Zach is a GOD when it comes to kissing. Sometimes he kisses you with so much love and passion that you’re tummy is doing little flips. He’ll cradle your face between his big hands and softly press his lips against yours. Other times he kisses you with a raw animalistic need. He’ll pin you against any surface, or have you straddle his lap, kissing you fiercely, lust evident in his eyes. He’ll rub your centre against his growing bulge, groping your ass. Zach will shove his tongue in your mouth and dominate you completely. After kissing Zach you’re always left all hot and bothered.
Justin is either super sweet when he kisses you, pecking your lips lightly or kissing your nose, he adores the way you wrinkle it when he does. Or he is super naughty. He’ll pin you down on his bed, squeezing you ass or breasts while trailing hot, moist kisses down the column of your neck.
Tony is super gentle when he kisses you. He’ll lightly press his lips onto yours, savouring the feel of your mouth against his. Tony is gentlemen, and always respects your boundaries. So he is pretty cautious when it comes to more heated kisses, always asking you if what he’s doing is okay. He loves to thread his hands in your soft locks when he’s kissing you. Kissing Tony is like a fairytale dream come true, it truly is magical.
Kissing Clay is heaven. Clay is one of the sweetest guys you have ever met, and his kisses are even sweeter (if that’s possible). He’ll cup your cheek in his hand, slowly leaning in and pecking your lips once, before diving back in for another kiss. He’ll swipe his tongue against yours hesitantly, asking for entrance. Which of course you grant him. You’ll always have to coax his tongue with your own to explore each other’s mouths.
Hannah’s kisses are really passionate. She’ll start off by kissing you with a sort of delicacy but the kiss will soon turn more sensual. She’ll thread her hands in our hair and lazily drag her tongue against yours. Hannah is not big on PDA, so she’ll always kiss you in non public places, like at home. Sometimes your kisses with Hannah do tend to get a little heated…
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Monty will kiss you with so much lust and want, it takes your breath away. He’ll come up behind you at school, pinning you against your locker and shove his tongue in your mouth. He’s BIG on PDA because he likes everyone to know that you’re HIS, and only his.
Jessica’s kisses are gentle, sweet, and loving. She’ll constantly be giving you little pecks on the cheek at school, or lightly kissing your lips. She does get carried away sometimes when the two of you are in public, especially at dances or parties, and will kiss you with more fiery passion, clinging onto you in want.
Ryan is very forceful when he kisses you. He’ll pull you against him and force his tongue into your mouth, stealing the air right out of your lungs. After kissing Ryan, you’ll have dozens of hickeys that are pretty hard to cover up.
Tyler is very timid when kissing you. It usually has to be you that instigates the kiss. But once he gets more comfortable with this intimate gesture, he’ll run his hands up and down your back, sometimes daring to cup your butt, and kiss you into a breathless oblivion.
This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.
Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town. The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told. You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face. He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.
Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response. He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.
“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.
“Where’d you want it to go?” you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.
“I think you know baby.” Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers. Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do. He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.
“That feel good?” Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip. You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.
You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.
“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes. Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard. “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”
“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…” you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite. You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.
“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.
“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties. “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!” Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.
You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now. You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now. There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi. If anything, it seems to urge him on.
Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard. You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.
“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs. “You want my cum, you little slut?”
“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis. Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.
Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck. Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing. Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place. He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place. When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs. His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.
“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”
When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it. He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places. But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.
“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute. He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.
“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile. He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness. Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you. You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.
It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.
“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.
“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear. He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips. “Please, god, I need to be in you.”
Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.
“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders. You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.
Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you. The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after. Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.
“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window. The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving. You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.
“We are never, ever doing that again.”
“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.
“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?” Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.” It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.
“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties. So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point. You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion. You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations. “Eyes on the road.” His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you. Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.
“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.
“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture. You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.
Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.
“Come here and bend over.” He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems. Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds. “You want this?” You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.
“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need. He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.
“Shit, you feel so good baby.”
It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around. You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night. He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms. Maybe he just tired himself out?
“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.
“You sure?” you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach. Have you done something wrong?
“Yeah. You just…” You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap. “You look really pretty today.” Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.
“And that's… a bad thing?”
“No! No. It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio. When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.
“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.
“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes. “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”
“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat. “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”
“Really? Here?” Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car. You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.
“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you. He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.
He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting. Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.
“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand. “Touch me, please.” You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.
Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.
“Mmff! Gonna cum!” Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat. You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses. He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.
“Feel better, baby?”
“Hmm, thank you mommy.”
From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages. It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.
Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress. He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.
Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.
“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire. “Get yourself warmed up for me.” You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice. As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash. You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris. The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.
“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes. Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.
“You getting my seats all wet?” You nod, flashing him a naughty smile. You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you. “Hmm, good.”
Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.
“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out. “I want you…”
“Five more minutes, Jagi,” Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl. You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.
“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you. Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous. “How’s that pussy feel?”
“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan. He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.
“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”
Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while. Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.
“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail. Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.
“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”
You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline. But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown. You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.
“What do you mean?”
“You were fawning over him all night. ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’ I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.” You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.
“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours. God knows why, though, when you act like this.” You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.
“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.
“Pardon me?” you scoff.
“You heard me. You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it. Show me.”
You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way. You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.
The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.
“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”
“We’ll see,” he smirks. Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey. He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”
Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives. Damn it, why are you so weak for him? You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.
You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.
“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again. “This mouth is mine, you hear?”
You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs. Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.
“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”
Request: anon: ok first i wanted to say that your writing is amazing and second i was wondering if you could do an imagine were the reader is a well known model an has a calvin klein photoshoot with tom holland and it gets steamy between the two and it ends with smut? i’m sorry if i was too specific
Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!
Warnings: Smut & Language
Word Count: 3k
“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.
“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”
Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.
“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.
ORthe one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.
“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.
“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.
Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.
“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.
“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”
Hogsmeade was quiet this afternoon, an ideal spot to squeeze in a
bit of study with your best friend. You had secured a booth in the back of The Three Broomsticks, where you knew no
one would bother you. Remus gave you a light smile as he placed down the two
large mugs of hot cocoa, overflowing with already-melting marshmallows.
“Look who’s here.” You pointed out Sirius and James as they shared
some Butterbeer together by the window. You took a long sip from the delicious
drink as you watched Remus wave to his friends, you doing the same.
Remus turned back to face you, his smile widening as he let out an
“What?” You frowned. “Something on my face?” You wiped around your
mouth, just barely missing the marshmallow fluff that had stuck to your upper
“Here.” Remus said, easily snatching up the contents with his
thumb. He held it out for you, and watched as you put your mouth over his
finger. Remus’ heart began to hammer in his chest at the sight; your lips
perfectly puckered around his thumb, humming contently as you sucked the morsel
from his skin. His breath hitched as your eyes fluttered back open, leaving him
with your sweet smile and a wettened thumb.
“Thanks.” You grinned innocently, lifting your mug back up to your
lips. You quickly finished the warm beverage, already standing to get another.
“I’ll be back.”
Harry letting you ride his face and he's pressing you down onto his mouth to get you closer and he's properly moaning and smacking your ass.
This..,.,.,.this is an attack..,.,.
Just imagine you guys are laying back on your king bed, facing the flat screen TV across the room and locked in a heated match of Mario Kart. Harry’s clad in an old, scuffed up pair of black denim jeans and the yellow smiley face t-shirt he nearly wore to shreds back in Jamaica. His socks are mismatched (one has a fuchsia background with tiny flamingos all over it– this sock is actually yours– and the other is a plain black Nike ankle-high) and his pants are unbuttoned, hair fluffy and somewhat tamed since you’d just gotten home from a movie date.
He’s been gunning for you since the match started, storing away shells for just the right moment to knock you right off the track. Every time a turtle smacks the back bumper of your tiny vehicle, you let out a screech, which he returns with a smug grin and maniacal, triumphant little giggles.
When it’s come down to the two of you at the front, you randomly start to kick at his feet and legs, trying to topple him off the bed and distract him just enough to end him once and for all. But Harry can play dirty, too, resulting in him rolling onto you and crushing you under his weight as he looks over his shoulder, aiming the controller over his head and using this advantage to the max.
“Harry, stop it! That’s not fair!” You buck under him, shoulders thrashing as you try to free your arms to at least keep moving in the game.
“You started it!” He aims a bomb at you, dangling the remote above your head and tapping his finger threateningly over the release button. “Sorry, pet. Gonna have to try harder than that.”
You kick at his knees violently, wailing out in defeat when you feel your controller shudder and let out the sound that signifies you lost.
Here it is… The moment …. i guess some of you… have been waiting for. I hope it’s perfect.
Peter’s fingers gently sifted through your smooth faded blue hair, as you rested between his legs on his couch. You were both lazing around today, and having a Star Wars movie marathon, which you were having difficulty watching because Peter was nearly lulling you to sleep with his gentle strokes over your scalp.
Peter had practically forgot about the movie, at this point it was just static noise to his concentration on your soft locks. Your initial reaction to his hair dying prank made him feel a little guilty, but now he had no regrets, as you were both enjoying the change. His fingers weaved little braids scattered over your head. He found himself un-braiding and re-braiding all of them as they spilled over his chest. They had only just fallen there aimlessly, but some how they looked to be placed strategically to perfection.
When you were finally done reviewing your notes, you put them back into your folder and stood up.
Peter sat on his bed, watching you.
“Were you really serious before, or were you just trying to get me to shut up?” Peter asked.
“I told you, Parker. I’m dead serious,”
You started walking towards where Peter was sitting.
“Peter. I’m going to kiss you, do you have a problem with that?”
Peter gulped, and shook his head no, “N-no,”
“And if I were to go down on you, would you have a problem with that,” You asked, continuing to walk closer to Peter.
Peter shook his head no again.
Peter was sitting on the edge of his bed and you made your way towards him. You placed one hand on his face, and ran the other though his curls.
“If you want me to stop, you should tell me now,”
“I really hope that’s not the last time I hear you say that tonight,” you said, leaning down to brush your lips against his.
You pushed your lips against his, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip. Peter brought his hands up to rest on either side of your thighs.
Peter leaned forward, pushing his body into yours. You leaned in towards him, deepening the kiss.
You found your hands beginning to push Peter’s plaid shirt off his shoulders, as your tongues fought for dominance in each other’s mouths.
You began tugging at the bottom of Peter’s shirt. He pulled away from your kiss and took it off.
“Damn, Parker. You’re ripped,”
You lightly pushed at Peter’s chest, encouraging him to lie down. He complied as you pushed you lips against his once again, and followed him onto the bed. You were straddling him, his hands began roaming under your shirt, he lightly squeezed your breasts through your bra.
You sat up and pulled your shirt off over your head and tossed it onto the floor. You winked at Peter as you began trailing kissed across his jawline, down his neck and chest towards where his pants were sitting on his waist.
You lightly kissed, sucked, and bit down Peters chest, all while working on his belt with his hands.
Peter was watching you. You made sure to look Peter in the eyes as you undid his belt.
You began tugging at the waist band of his pants. Peter lifted his hips so you could easily tug his pants off. When they got to his ankles, he kicked them onto the floor.
You ran your hands up Peter’s thighs, stopping only when you reached his boxers. You slowly made your way closer and closer to Peter’s crotch.
You ran your hands around his bulge, careful not to touch it. You knew he wouldn’t last too long and wanted to tease him for as long as possible.
“Not fair, Y/N,” Peter muttered.
“All’s fair in love and war, babe,” you said.
You lightly placed one hand over Peter’s bulge, letting the other stroke his thigh. You began rubbing him through the fabric, gently stroking him.
“Take them off,” he whined
“Patience,” you said.
You leaned down and placed light kisses along his hard on through his boxers. You could feel his dick twitch with every touch.
You placed your hands under the waistband of his boxers and began tugging them down. His cock sprang free and curled up towards his stomach. You tossed his boxers onto the floor and spread Peter’s legs apart so you could sit between them.
You lightly groped his balls, giving them a small squeeze. You grabbed Peter’s dick with one hand, bringing him closer to you. You ran your thumb over this tip, feeling the precum that was dripping out.
Peter was lying there in pure bliss, you were the first person (besides himself) to touch him like this.
You pressed your lips to the tip of his dick, hoping to get a reaction out of him. His dick twitched in your hand, and Peter’s eyes fluttered closed.
You began stroking his dick, running your hand up and down his shaft, using his precum. You moved your hand to the base of his dick and ran your tongue across the top of his cock. You dragged your tongue up from the base, swirling your tongue around his tip.
You placed your mouth around Peter’s dick, taking it in your mouth as you continued to jerk him off.
Peter’s hands immediately came down and he grabbed your hair.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
You began taking more of his dick in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.
Peter began slightly thrusting up towards your mouth, moaning each time you went down on his dick.
“Please, Y/N,” he breathed out.
You looked at Peter. His head was buried deep in his pillow, his eyes were fluttering, and his cheeks were bright red.
You began bringing your mouth down on his dick as fast as you could, taking in as much as you could.
Peter’s thrusts became harder as he got closer.
Peter’s grip on your hair got tighter and he took one last thrust towards you. You could feel warm cum shoot down your throat as you continued to slowly move your mouth up and down Peter’s cock.
You pulled your mouth off Peter’s dick, and licked the rest of the cum off the side of his dick that was lightly spurting out.
Peter loosened his grip on your hair, and lightly ran his fingers through it. Peter looked like he was seeing stars above him. You ran your hand over his dick one last time before letting him go.
“Damn,” he breathed, leaning back into his pillow.
You laughed and went to lie down next to him.
“If I had only known you were always willing to do that to shut me up, I would have talked a lot more,”
“Oh shut up, Parker,”
“I’d much rather if you made me,”
You leaned towards him and shoved your lips on his.
Peter pulled back, trying to breathe.
“Damn,” he muttered again.
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“So, is the next step studying or something else?” You asked
“I feel like the next step would be you reciting your notes to me while I went down on you,” Peter said.
Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.
Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3
You were laying on your bed, watching TV
and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3
minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something
exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your
sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you
still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you
respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still
not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that
matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or
even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why
are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute
actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into
his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and
incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend
like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky
girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering,
so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw
those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only
looking at it. And those thighs…
“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a
serious voice saying.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.
The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.
You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.
As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.
You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.
Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.
The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.
While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.
“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.
“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.
The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.
The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.
“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.
“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.
“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”
“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.
“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.
“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.
“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.
He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.
“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.
“Is there anything else you want?”
“Let me think about it.”
Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.
“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”
“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.
“No you can help yourself.”
“I will.” He took a step closer to you.
“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”
“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.
“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.
After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.
Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.
“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.
Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”
“I didn’t lie..” You panted.
“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.
“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”
Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.
“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.
“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.
Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.
He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.
Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.
Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.
Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.
Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.
Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.
He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.
“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.
No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.
It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.
The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.
Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.
“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck you lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.
“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”
“Yes.” You whispered.
“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.
“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”
“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”
Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”
The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.
“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.
“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.
“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.
“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.
He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.
“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.
“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.
“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.
“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”
You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.
“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”
“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”
“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”
“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”
“I’m not food.”
“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush.
You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about this since the moment the video posted on Facebook. Then @impala-dreamer started harassing me. In all fairness, I tortured her first, but semantics. Thankfully, @justjensenanddean created these lovely gifs and NOW I’m gonna be smutin’ all up in this joint.