BTS reaction to you wanting them to finish on your face
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Jin and you had joked about him finish on your face multiple times. Joked. Jin never thought you were serious, why would you want that? It would get much messier than just doing in normally or with a condom.
There was one night when you got this midnight instinct to bake things, and that’s how it all started to get interesting. Jin was awake — not that he could ever sleep with the loud noises you were making in the kitchen; and he offered to help you. As one thing led to another — you removing your shirt since it got all dirty and Jin “accidentally” smearing topping on you, it finally ended up with you sitting on the counter and Jin thrusting into you. Your underwear was pushed to the side as his own was wrapped around his angles. Since it was so late at night the two of you had to be quiet, but you could notice from his rougher grip he was getting close to finishing. You gently pushed his broad shoulders back, the feeling of his shaft leaving your body giving shivers up your spine. Jin tilted his head in confusing as you got down on your knees — but did not open your mouth for him to finish there. He immediately understood and clicked his tongue. “That’s gonna be messy.” You just shrugged — the kitchen was already a mess after all. Jin decided to give it a try, he did not want his shaft to go soft now, not when he was so close. He used his hand roughly above your face, and when he finally reached his climax his shut his eye and leaned back.
After a couple of seconds, he looked back down and gosh, it was so hot. He was taken back for a few seconds while you just smiled. “Told you it was a good idea.” Jin stroked your cheek gently with a smile, before reaching for some papers to wipe your face with.
Though Yoongi was quiet, he was a freak. Before you dating Yoongi he was hard to get to, somewhat scared of being rejected or scared of showing you his true identity. The two of you had dated for six months now, and all of Yoongi’s sides were slowly showing. His goofy side, serious side and your favourite, his freaky side. The sex in the beginning was very soft, he would constantly ask you if it felt nice or if it hurt. By now he did not give a damn if it hurt, that was kind of the whole point.
Yoongi is a gentlemen, he always wants you to finish before he does. But this time with all the foreplay you had done on him it was hard for him to hold back. While he was producing music you deiced to crawl between his legs and give him a reward for his hard for, and as the gentleman he is he returned the favour short after. The couch in his studio was by now completely broken — even the other members had their guess on why that was so.
Yoongi pulled out of you as he felt himself get closer; and inserted his fingers instead to make you finish first. However, you grabbed his wrist this time and pulled it away. Yoongi frowned at first, but it quickly disappeared when you pushed on his shoulders and laid him back in the couch. Your hand started to work on his shaft; and without Yoongi having anything to say his legs started to tingle and his hands went to get a hand-full of your hair — pushing you down until you were gagging. He was not aware you wanted him to do it on your face, and you had to fight against his hard pushing to pull away right before he finished. You pulled yourself up and let it drip on your face. Though Yoongi preferred it around your mouth, he was not so mad you pulled away when the tiny whiteish colour dripped down your face and neck. “That was… nice”, he darkly chuckled. “But I am still not done with you.”
Whenever you came to their dance-practice sessions Hoseok would proudly brag about you. You would come with food, with drinks, with dumplings to mess with Jimin and Taehyung and a great vibe appreciated by everyone. However, one day you came straight from the gym to their dance-practice. You had leggings which hugged your form and a tank top with your sports-bra sticking out underneath. You did not understand the problem, your hair was a mess and you were sweaty — but men think a bit different from women. They didn’t not care about your hair or red skin, they were thinking about all of you to say at least. For the first time in two years Hoseok felt jealous because of the way his members were looking at your body. They would stutter and blush at whatever you said or when you smiled; and Hoseok was boiling on the inside.
It came to the point where Hoseok pulled you aside all of the sudden. He dragged you out of the dance-room, up the stair and to the closest bathroom. He was not mad at you, more at his members for being so obvious. When he explained what happened you found it hard to believe how your sweaty mess could be attractive. But you reassured him with a kiss and he wrapped his arms around your waist. It was just an innocent kiss until you started to moan against his lips — and something in Hoseok snapped. He easily laid you on top of the sink and it did not take longer than a couple of minutes of his pants and underwear being tossed on the floor together with yours. While he was thrusting heavy pushes into you and covering your mouth you managed to tell him what you wanted to do. You wanted him to finish on your face. Hoseok’s eyes widened slightly and he repeated what you said. “On your face?!” You nodded. “Eh… I mean if that is what you want.”
When Hoseok felt himself get closer he pulled out of you and signalled you to get on your knees. He was still sceptical while working on his shaft, but once it came down to it he could not help to let out a loud moan. Every single drop landed on your face and naked chest; and Hoseok’s eyes sparked. It was not as bad as he thought it would be; it was actually very pleasing. You winked at him, a wink which said “that’s what I said”, and Hoseok gave a playful shrug. “Indeed, that’s what you said.”
This is how it usually went down in your apartment. Namjoon would come to your apartment (since you lived closer to his studio than him, surprisingly), you would cuddle when trying to sleep, you would unconsciously grind on him, he would point it out, you would continue, he would say he is too tired to do anything, you would give him a blow-job and then you would have sex. It was an easy riddle for you — Namjoon is too tired? Head under the covers. Even Namjoon knew this was true and would sometimes try to stop you before you got the chance to put your lips around his shaft, but he could never resist it. Tonight it was nothing unusual, Namjoon was had turned his back to you and had layers on clothing on to maintain his sexual desires. However, reaching a hand down in undergarments made him turn on his back in less than a second. All those layers of clothing went off; and your head was under the covers while his hands were in your hair.
“Why does this always happen to me?” he groaned — but even when you suggested on stopping he would push your head straight down. However, when it started to feel too good something was not as it usually was. By now he would pull away and throw you on the bed, but when he tried you only went harder. “What are you doing down there?” He asked and pulled the covers over his head as well. He saw you pull away — with a “mwah” sound coming off, but you did not stop. Your hand was working up and down while your face was right in front. Namjoon understood; but frowned a bit. That would not feel as good, he thought. It was not until he finally finished he realised why you were doing what you were doing, and the sight of you opening your mouth was enough for him to melt. This would surely get added to the routine.
Jimin was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed and eyes set on you. He had bough you a navy-blue dress from Gucci, and watched how every person you walked past stared after you amazed. Your natural beauty was nothing compared to the dress, but together it was a match made in heaven. Jimin could not wait to drive you home and at home show you how the dress made him feel. The entire business party his shaft had been like a rock in his pants, preventing him from moving whatsoever.
After a couple of hours you finally met up with Jimin again and whispered into his ear when it would be polite for you two to leave. Jimin almost waited for you to say that magical sentence; and assured you it would be fine to leave now. You grabbed your purse and Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist before leading you out of the part. Your dress had an open back and Jimin could not help but let his hand trail inside. You have a soft chuckle at his touchiness and the two of you walked in a comfortable silence to his car. You sat down in the passenger seat and Jimin in the driver seat. Before you had the chance to put on your seat-belt Jimin softly gripped your cheek and pulled you into a passionate kiss. He thought he could wait until you got home, but his adrenaline was pumping in his veins and he could not help it. He pulled you to his lap and pulled up the dress to your hipbone, where he easily pushed your underwear to the side.
One hand was on Jimin’s shoulder and the other resting on the dark window as you kept your balance in top of him. You felt him reach closer to his climax, his thrust were sloppier and he was louder. Before he had the chance to push you down harder you stood up from his lap; his shaft dripping wet as it came out. He gave you a surprised look as you just smirked and lowered your face — working on his shaft by hand. Jimin did not get the chance to question your actions as his toes curled and he gave a loud moan. You let it hit your face, dripping down and reaching your mouth were you licked it up. Jimin thought he was going to die — never had he ever witnessed something so sexy. He flickered your forehead with a soft giggle; and you jumped off his lap so he could fix his suit which was now somewhat ruined. Not that Jimin cared much about that, he could just buy a new one.
Taehyung was very busy; he always wanted to push himself more than he have to and would spend hours on set. You, as his new girlfriend; supported him as much as you could. You made sure he had always eaten and if there was anything bothering him he could come talk to you. You were always there for Taehyung, but it was when you mentioned you were stressed over something since last week Taehyung realised he was not returning the favour. He had no idea you were stressed for a whole week about the same thing. Which was why he took one day off and took you out on a date.
You did not dress up much when you were home, which was usually where you saw Taehyung. Since the relationship was new BigHit wanted to keep it a secret until a couple of months. When Taehyung suddenly called you and told you to get ready in two hours you were nervous but also excited. You put on make-up and something prettier than your shorts and sweatshirt. When Taehyung came with his manger he could not even find words to describe your beauty when he saw you. All he did was to kiss you.
The dinner was nice. Taehyung took you to a place not many people go to. You gave him an update on your life and so did he. When you reached back home you invited Taehyung to stay the night which he happily did. It had been a while since last time he spent the night. You cuddled up on the couch and watched a romantic movie. When a R-rated scene in the movie started to show your cheeks flushed. You and Taehyung have had sex three or four times, but it was still a bit soft. Taehyung grabbed the side of your face and gave you a chaste kiss; and as the scene on TV got rougher so did Taehyung. He somewhat ended on top of you, grinding his private part on yours. Taehyung was very gentle with taking your clothes off and very gentle entered you. “Do you wanna finish on my face?” you manged to ask when Taehyung took a few seconds break. He tilted his head confused; not really understanding what the point in that was. But he wanted to make you happy; so he did as you requested. When he was about to finish he pulled out and leaned forward, letting the sperm fly across your naked body and face. Taehyung’s eyes widened surprised- It was a very delight view to witness; and it made his throat all dry. He reached down to give you one final kiss; before lying down next to you and puling the blanket on top of you two. Hopefully in a couple of minutes he would be able to do all of that again.
It all started with a bet, as it usually went with Jungkook. ‘I bet you can’t eat me out more than seven times in one week.’ You were being serious, but at the same time not really. You and Jungkook were talking about your sexual life, and you asked him to count all the times he had gone down on you. Which was a eight, a solid eight under seven months of dating. However, you could not even count how many times you had gone down on him. When you said the bet it was not meant to be taken seriously, but whatever bet it was Jungkook hated losing.
For the past week Jungkook had shown you what he was really capable of doing. Whenever you would least expect it he would show up, throw you on a random object and eat you out. He definitely knew what he was doing, his muscular arms would be wrapped around your waist or your legs, holding you in place until you finished. Jungkook won the bet easily by eating you out almost twice everyday. But you did feel bad for him, he took care of your sexual desires but you could not take care of his. He said this week was all about you; including the only sex you two would have was oral.
As soon as the week was over and the sunlight of a new week shined though your window you threw yourself on Jungkook. There was sloppy kissing, hard grinding and rough sex. The bed-frame would slam against the walls and your moans echoed though your apartment. Before Jungkook could finish you stopped him; and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I’ve been finishing on your face for an entire week, don’t you think it is your turn?” Jungkook still seemed surprised and he shook his head slowly. He would rather finish inside you. But when you kept insisting Jungkook decided he could give it a try. He would not die for trying. You patiently waited on your knees — not breaking eye-contact with him as he finally reached his climax. He grabbed your hair and watched it get splatters all over your face; a light grin on your lips. Jungkook huffed, the left side of his lip slowly rising as he only pushed the tip of his shaft into you mouth. And that was when he realised you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.
