#bts smut scenarios
A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).
Chapter: Day 1 - The Mystery-man
Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 4.3K
Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, parent-problems, splitting parents.
Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you aren’t ‘some people’ and that has gotten you at wrong places.
Masterlist
Twelve and a half days ago…
It’s about 11 pm when you hear them again, yelling at each other with all the rage of the world. You’re sitting on your bed, looking down at your hands as you try to ignore all the noise coming from outside your room. Something breaks downstairs, sounding like a vase or maybe a glass? You grab your phone, which lies besides you. You turn up the volume of the music you’re listening right now, focusing on it. It’s now on its highest volume, the noise now making crunching sounds through the song. It’s almost irritating to listen to, but everything is better than the yelling voices of your parents. You lay yourself back on your bed, hiding under your blankets as you close your eyes. Just try to ignore it.
You were never the type to be influenced by anyone. A strong person, that’s how you saw yourself a year ago. That was until your parents started to have certain problems with each other. Well… these problems were always an issue. It was only until their buckets were full and the ‘issues’ couldn’t be ignored anymore. It was actually about 10 weeks ago that your father called its quits with your mother, after about 2 years of couple’s therapy. Your house fell apart and you are caught right in the middle of it. And of course, that isn’t even the issue. It’s their problem, not yours. But when your mother wakes you up in the middle of night, crying about your father and only talking bad about him, that does make you very sad.
Why can’t she fucking move on already.
You suddenly hear a door being slammed close, sounding like the front door. You quickly get out of your bed, holding your phone in your hand as you look out of your window. You see your father walking away from the house, kicking some bushes on the sidewalk out of rage. Your eyes are looking sad as you see him walking away for the hundredth time in the past few weeks. Splitting parents always have business to take care of, like the economic aspects. But they can’t agree on anything. Your mom doesn’t really have a great job, being an elderly-caretaker. And she loves her job. She is one of those people who only wants to give and loves every single human being. She judges no one and wouldn’t want to lose a single soul out of her life. Your father, on the other side, is a train operator and has a solid income. Together they could afford this house. But since my mom can keep the house, she would have to pay it herself, though she obviously can’t. So now they argue about that, along with my mom who just wants her husband back in her life.
You see him turn a corner, now showing his angry-looking face for a split second. He just goes away like that, not caring
‘He hasn’t even said goodbye to me’, you whisper to yourself as a tear makes its way down your face.
You start focusing on the stars, which shining as pretty as always. Your family falls apart and you can’t do anything about it. How things like this can make a strong woman like you, make you cry on a beautiful evening like this. You often blame yourself for making it so personal, to feel so sad about it. Like it’s your own fault for making it influence you. ‘Your father is an asshole’, you hear as your mother comes in. You put off your earphones as you face her. Her eyes look tired as she sits down on your bed and starts to cry. ‘He has a girlfriend (y/n), the same woman from 4 years ago. He has cheated on me’, She almost yells, her face resting in the palms of her hands.
These nights always go like this. She gets mad at your father for some reason and you have to find your way through it. You love your dad and your mom equally. They don’t understand that, sharing everything with you and slowly makes you broken inside. You would never share your problems with your child like this; you simply don’t know what to do. You feel guilty, sad and just want to get away from the situation. But that’s not today, because your mother needs you. And that’s what you’re going to do. You will hear everything and you will ignore the way you feel about it. Because your mother has no one to turn to, she is alone in this and you’re the only one she could let her heart out to. Even though it makes you sad, you will let it be.
‘Hey, you okay’, Jimin asks you as he approaches your desk, sitting right next to you. You lift your head up from your desk as you had taken a small nap. ‘Yeah, just tired. That’s all.’ You stretch your back as you let out a yawn, now facing Jimin. He smiles at you, making you a bit happier too. He always has the ability to do that, make you happy on moments you thought you couldn’t be.
His hand makes its way to your neck, slowly massaging it. It’s really his thing to do when he notices you aren’t feeling that well. He just doesn’t use any words, because if you wanted to talk about it, you would’ve done that by now. So instead he just tries to sooth you with his hands and it truly does miracles. It’s a warm feeling that starts to glow right by your heart, a good friend. A friend you’ve known since second grade when he came live here with his family. He couldn’t really speak any English, since they are from Korea and were trying to seek that ‘American dream’ elsewhere. When you look at Jimin now, you see happiness, and that is way of an improvement from when you had just met him. He was such a scared little boy. You were the first one to try to make friends with him, but that was because you were quite an outsider too. Together you’ve grown and you’d never want to lose him.
‘Talk to me when you’re ready’, He says with his soothing voice, before loosing his grip on you as the professor walks in. The class begins, finally a moment you can stop thinking about all the bad things.
‘Sooo… Tonight’, Jimin begins his sentence, looking with bright eyes at you. You huff as you shake your head, remembering your promise to him. You open your locker, changing your books for the next class ‘Applied Psychology’.
‘You better keep the promise’, He says as he punches your shoulder. You scoff, giving him a sarcastic expression. ‘Yeah Jimin, I will wear that playboy outfit, but I swear if you don’t I will-‘. He interrupts you by blocking your mouth with his hands. ‘Silence my child; you know I’m a hoe; of course I will come dressed up like a stripper. How could you doubt me’, He says and he has a point. If someone is a diva, it’s this mess beside you. You shake your head out of disbelieve at what he just said before you start licking his hand, wanting him to let you go. ‘Hey! You dirty girl, save that for some dick’, He yells as he tries to dry his hand on his jeans. You look at him with mischief, winking at him before making your way to your class.
‘See you on 8 pm at my place’, you yell at Jimin before disappearing between the crowds.
‘Hey mom, tonight is that party I talked about. So I will go to Jimin around 8 to get dressed’, you say mindlessly as you walk into the living room. She hums, focused on her laptop, seeming to play some game. You sigh to yourself, putting your back on the dining table before getting a glass of milk out of the kitchen. She doesn’t really have any attention for you anymore. You don’t blame her though. She has it difficult. ‘You know (y/n), that skank your father is now with has mental issues. She has borderline your father told me 4 years ago. She had said she would try to find someone’s weakness and use that to get what she wants.’ Your mother starts telling. You immediately feel miserable; you don’t want to hear this. You don’t care and your mother shouldn’t either.
‘So? That’s his problem and maybe this woman has changed’, you try to reason. Your mother shakes her head. ‘No this woman tries to break this family.’ You scoff. ‘You didn’t need that woman for that’, you say like it’s obvious.
‘(y/n), my life is a complete mess because of this. It hurts and I don’t want to do anything.’ You want to go away. ‘I don’t want to fucking live anymore (y/n), I can’t see any reason anymore.’
And suddenly your rage goes from a zero to a hundred.
‘Don’t fucking joke about that shit mom, you fucking have me. You need to get over your sorry self. It’s your own fault for being in this shit, you could’ve been over this for weeks, but you don’t do shit. You just keep on playing the victim’, you yell, anger dripping off of your words. You can’t take it anymore. Everything, why hasn’t it stopped yet. Why can’t your mom get over it and try to rebuild her life? It has been 2 months already, maybe even more. She keeps on asking my father these questions and she keeps on getting bad answers, because he IS getting over all of it. He is moving on, he wants a new life. She keeps on making you meddle into it and you’ve never asked for it. ‘Mom I can’t do this today, I’m going to Jimin’, you say before storming out of the house, taking your back with you. You go to the nearest bus stop and take the first bus to Jimin’s neighborhood. You put your earphones in, put on some sad music and jus let yourself cry. You need to let it out; you don’t care what other people think. Holding it in it never the right option, is what you’ve learned. Fuck everyone, all toxic people. They just need to go out of your life and annoy someone else.
Your body stiffens up as you feel a hand being placed on your shoulder. You turn around to the person as you pull your earphones away. It’s a guy, an unfamiliar guy. His eyes look worried, as he seemed to have asked you something. Your heart starts to race as you remember that you were just crying your eyes out and you immediately start to dry your tears. You laugh slightly out of shyness, not knowing really what to say at this point accept ‘Sorry, had a bad day.’ His face clears up a bit as he sits next to you. ‘Good, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be crying like that’, he notes as he helps you cleaning your eyes. You look at him with aw as his soft hands make their way across your face.
He is around your age, probably older. His skin looks soft and has a caramel tone. His eyes are a bit moon-shaped and they spark joy, like Jimin’s do. Your eyes scan his hair, beautiful and puffy, his lips also look so plump and kissable. He is a gorgeous human being, that’s for sure. He even knows how to dress and that’s not something you could say from many men. His hand is still caressing your face before slowly letting go, smiling at you as he does.
‘You a bit better?’ he asks as he sits back a bit, looking you up and down for a split second. You nod, blushing a bit. He laughs slightly as he grabs your cheek, squishing it in a cute manner. You whine a bit, hating it when people do that but still smiling because it’s this guy. ‘Oh! Whining now? I see how it is’, he says as he laughs. You look up at him with mischief, your body leaning up against him as you flirt a bit. How can you blame yourself? He is hella handsome.
You suddenly hear a voice calling a street, being the street you need to be at. You quickly push the ‘stop’ button, signaling the driver to stop by the next bus station. ‘Sorry, this is my stop’, you say to the unknown man. He scoffs as he stands up, making way for you to come by. You show him a small smile as you try to walk past him, but he grabs your arm, making you turn around. His face is suddenly very close, making your eyes widens and heart to pound very quickly. He now shows a smirk before saying: ‘I hope we meet again.’ He lets go of your arm and you almost stumble away, still catching yourself as the bus stops. Your heart still pounds like crazy when you step out of the bus. You turn your focus to the bus, trying to catch a small sight of the mystery man. He sits on your old place in the bus, smirking down at you and sending you a wink. You huff at the sight, did that really just happen?
You continue your way to Jimin’s house, being only 20 minutes away. It’s at this point that you try to get that guy out of your head and to focus back on the real world. It’s about 5 o’clock; you went away from home early because your mother made you crazy. Now you’re here without your Halloween costume and without any other items to stay over at Jimin’s. Great, I should’ve thought this through before I stormed out of there.
You arrive at the apartment complex. You walk up the 4 stairs to Jimin’s floor and clock on his door. It takes a bout a few seconds before someone opens the door. It’s Jimin, seemingly just gotten out of bed. He has a questionable expression on his face.
‘Why so early?’
‘I didn’t want to be home’, you simply say. There is no need to lie to him, he knows your struggles and you trust him enough. ‘I forgot my costume though’, you confess, having a painful expression on your face, because you know he wouldn’t be happy to hear that at all. And you were right, because his face went from worried to very unimpressed. ‘You serious (y/n)’, He says with much disappointment.
You look at him with the saddest eyes you could possibly make. He shakes his head. ‘No, that face isn’t going to work on me.’ You start to pout, hoping he will buy it. You even make a step closer, grabbing his arm. ‘I had to storm out Jimin, please forgive me…’ you say as sad as you could. He sighs as he looks at you for a few seconds more. He then nods for you to come inside. You immediately smile as you do a little dance before going inside. ‘You’re the best!’
‘What will you wear though’, Jimin asks as he walks to the kitchen, making some tea for you to calm down. ‘I don’t know, I don’t think I want to dress up anymore’, you confess, sitting down on the kitchen counter. He looks with a quite shocked expression at you. ‘No no, you’re going in a costume’, he says, pouring hot water in a cup, ‘you will look bad beside me honey.’ You scoff, like you care about that. You always look bad beside him; he’s one good-looking boy. ‘I look like this Jimin, maybe you can paint my face like a clown, that I am anyways’, you say, making Jimin laugh. ‘You are speaking facts.’ You make a offended-noise, slapping his shoulder before taking the cup of tea he had just prepared for you. ‘That’s good enough I guess’, Jimin says, ‘And if you just loose the leggings, shorten that skirt a bit and make that shirt a crop-top, it should work.’ Jimin looks at your body as he pictures it in your mind before nodding to himself. ‘A sexy clown.’ You laugh at his comment, shaking your head.
‘Sounds like a plan then.’
‘You sure 10 pm isn’t too eraly’, Jimin asks as the both of you walk up to a big house. You pull your shoulders up, but when you come closer to the house, you already see many people inside. ‘Shouldn’t be a problem I guess.’
You ring the doorbell before waiting for someone to open the door. You can hear the loud music from the inside, people dancing and laughing. People are quite early partying already, maybe even drunk. Then you know a party is good. The door opens and you see Joy standing in the opening. She has the classic cat-woman outfit on and it hugs her body on all the right places. You immediately feel Jimin making a step closer, making you huff. Sometimes he is such a dog for anything sexual and not only with girls. But that’s him, a great but sexual best friend. And not even one time has he tried anything with you, being in a more of a brother-sister relationship. That would just be unnatural.
‘Joy, looking great as always’, Jimin notes as he takes another step closer to her. Her expression becomes smiley and a bit shy, like any other girl reacts on him. He really is one of the good-looking men on school and you being his best friend, does put some pressure on you some times. There are always rumors about you two being together, girls are therefore jealous on you. You got used to it though and you would never let yourself being driven away from Jimin. He is your best-friend-soulmate.
Joy let’s the both of you inside, immediately stepping into a whole other universe. Everywhere around you are people in costumes, ones more serious than the other ones. Mostly it’s just sexy and skintight costumes by the girls and very simple costumes or the guys. Everyone seems to have a great time, dancing on the beat of the music and others just kissing one another in some corner. It’s a good party, you can tell, what’s quite rare. Some people really just don’t know how to throw one. Ones Jimin and you went to some party where people were just playing games on the ground, no music and a bit alcohol. Jimin and you just went outside and held your own party with some beers and night-talks. Actually one of the most rememberable moment with Jimin, how lame that party even was. Great talks are hard to forget.
‘I’ll get us some drinks’, Jimin yells over the music, before leaving you in the crowd. You just walk over to a couch, which was half-covered with kissing teenagers. A few years ago, you would’ve stayed away from these kinds of scenes, but you’ve learned not to care about it. Jimin always just takes you to all the parties and you’ve actually met a few people because of that. You’ve made more friends and you’ve become more social.
You let your gaze scan through the room. The house is quite big, being a single house and Joy having rich parents. She often throws parties like these, since her parent let he. One of the perks of being rich I guess, though it’s quite sad that her parents don’t really care. They never had really cared, Joy once told you when she had thrown another party, being drunk as fuck and telling you all her secrets. She also told you she had a big crush on Jimin, but that she isn’t trying to be friends with you because of that. She genuinely thinks you’re cool, so now you’re friends.
Your eyes fall upon a group guys in the corner, seeing Jimin merge between them with his two drinks for you still in his hands. He greets a few guys and then reaches one particular guy, Jungkook. Jimin always loves to come closer to this guy at parties, for intimate reasons. It normally takes about 30 minutes until they had gone off to some corner of room, but this time it apparently took about 3 minutes. You laugh to yourself upon seeing the two already kissing, Jimin pushing Jungkook away and probably telling him that he has to bring the drinks to me. You see Jimin walking back to you, a happy expression across his face.
‘You horny bitch’, you yell at him as he gives your drink. He just winks at you before heading off back to Jungkook, who receives him with open arms. You scoff before drinking your drink and standing up. You go take a little walk through the crowd, looking for someone you know, which you for some reason don’t find. The bodies around you just jump around you on the music as you try to get through them and to not let your drink fall, which fails.
‘Fuck’, you curse to yourself as the drinks falls over your white shirt, which is now see-through. You quickly try to make your way to a bathroom, so you could try to clean it. When you find a bathroom, you open it, being lucky no one is in there kissing or anything. You close the door behind you and all the music has suddenly become silent. Only faint noises could now be heard, locking you in a quiet save-space. Again another universe where you could take a break from the loud people. Though you’ve just been here for a few minutes, so much rest is not needed. But you can’t really find anyone you know; you mostly see a lot of freshmen, new faces actually. It’s a chance to meet new people, but you’re not really up for that. You weren’t really up for this party anyways, not after last night, no. You’d rather just be in bed, watch some Netflix maybe. But Jimin wanted you to come with and maybe some distraction wouldn’t hurt.
You get a tissue and try to clean your shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror as you do so. Suddenly the door opens, making you turn to the person.
‘What?’
The now familiar face stands in front of you and your heart immediately begins to pound faster. It’s him, the mystery man. His skin is still as beautiful as ever, his eyes and his lips still so remarkable. His face turns happy the moment he sees you, but also surprised and probably mirroring your face. He recognizes you, you think at least. He is easily recognizably, being in a Joker-costume but only having the slightest of make-up on. You are in full-covered clown make-up, making it a bit harder.
‘It’s my cry-baby!’ He exclaims as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you. ‘And you’re the mystery-man!’ You say in the same tone. He smiles with much joy, looking you up and down. He gives you a satisfies expression, grabbing your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You let out a little squeak, as your face now looks shocked by being this close to him. ‘I guess you’re now the Harley Quinn to my Joker, hmm?’ His voice is suddenly very deep, his face so close to yours as he barely touches your lips. You swallow, mouth watering by the beauty of this man. You allow yourself to let your hands slide up his torso. You want to feel him closer to you, the attraction is not normal. You feel his hands do the same thing, hands dragging up your skin and feeling every curve. Your whole body leans into his touch, maybe even pleading fro more. His expression is dark and even devilish as he shows a smirk.
‘You want more’, He notes and you let out a sigh upon feeling him grabbing your ass, squishing it softly. You haven’t let yourself being this open this quickly before, but you don’t think you will regret this. You let your hands slide down to his belt, slowly rubbing what’s under it and you can feel it grow under your tough. It was now his turn to let out a growl, pulling you closer as he curses: ‘Shit baby, you really are a horny bitch aren’t you.’ You’ve never been called this before, but you don’t mind. You only get wetter upon hearing him calling you things. You want him, now.
His lips finally touch you, as he had kept on teasing you. His kiss is filled with lust as he backs you up to the bathroom wall. He pins you up against it as you arch yourself into his body. You both breathe loudly into each other’s mouth, kissing with much passion, his hands holding yours high above your head. His kisses turn passionate and before you knew, were his lips on your neck. You feel your body rill by the feeling, knees feeling weak, as you want him to just fuck you against this very wall. You want all of him right now, dick pounding into you.
He suddenly lets you go, stepping away from you. He smirks down at you as you look confused back at him. He suddenly has your phone in his hands, your eyes widen as you try to grab it away from him. He just holds it very high in his hands, as he seems to dial someone. ‘Give back!’ You yell, jumping to get the phone, but he is too fast. He runs around as you follow him through the bathroom and when he is finished, he gives your phone back like nothing has happened. You frown at him, checking your phone on what he has just done.
‘That’s my number’, he says when you see he has called someone. You cock your head to the side. ‘I thought it would be nice to know you first before I-‘, he grabs your waist again and pulls you close, his lips beside your ear, ‘fuck you real good.’ You feel another wave of pleasure going through your body by hearing that sentence.
He lets you go again, winking at you before disappearing out of the room, back into the crowd. You just stand there, clothes everywhere and make-up ruined.
‘He really is something.’
Hope you liked it! ~
A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).
Chapter: Pilot
Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 945
Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, force, loverboys, sexual abuse, swearing, sexual content,
Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you aren’t ‘some people’ and that has gotten you at wrong places.
Your face remains down as you hear the door open. Every second suddenly feels like 10 more as the time goes on. You’re just sitting there, fixated on your feet which are carefully crossing each other on the ground, your hands squishing the fabric of the unfamiliar sheets. You can see your bruises, handprints which now paint your skin. It’s all so unfamiliar. The only thing that does feel familiar is that feeling. The feeling you always have during these 'moments’. Your heart pounds like you’ve just ran three marathons. Your head spins and you can’t fixate. You know that doesn’t just happen, that’s not something you’d usually do. It must be something in that damn drink they always give me. Sweat begins to drip off of your face, though he told me so often to stop that. How can I stop it?
It’s common for you to have these kind of 'thoughts’ during these 'moments’. You call them 'moments’, because the correct words make your heart ache. You know what’s awaiting you and you know you will feel about a thousand times worse and terrified than you are right now. If I just knew where I was. But you don’t and it wouldn’t matter if you did know. He says I can’t know anything, and that’s what you will go with. Knowing nothing will always be better than knowing something, certainly in this industry.
The door closes. finally, Just get it over with already.
The time it takes for these men to close the door, is nothing compared with the time they take to have to walk to you. It’s the moment they slowly reveal their ugly selves. They have zero shame for the things they do to girls like you. Though they are 'costumers’, it’s well known this isn’t legal. These girls aren’t allegedly letting themselves getting punched, tortured and sexual abused. They know what they are doing, but they don’t really give a fuck. And here you are, right on the spot where no fucks were given and you are the one getting literally nothing out of it besides hurt.
It has been about 2 days since you’ve been here, since that 'person’ had taken you to this place. It had been about 12 days since you even met this person and began to trust him. It’s so easy to fall for lies from others. So easy to fool others and get profit out of it. You knew this world excised, but more like 10 years ago. They were just stories and happened to a couple of girls around the country, you thought. But that It’d ever would’ve happened to you wouldn’t be something you would’ve expected. But here you are, in an unknown bed. Your own familiar clothes burned to ashes, letting you only wear the slightest of lingerie. Forcing you to lay there, chained up in this bed and letting men use you for nights-and-nights on. If you could choose between death and this, it wouldn’t be a hard choice anymore, if you were to ever get to a balcony. Or if they even have a balcony. Am I even in the city?
You slowly dare to look up at the man. He is tall, probably about mid-40s. His face is pale and tired. He could be someone’s father or husband, but no, he is in this room waiting for you to stand up and let him use you the way he wants to. Or maybe he is one of those gentle customers, though that isn’t common. With you, in your 2-day experiences, that hasn’t happened yet. Other girls in the building would be all happy when they had a 'softy’ and they would have finally been treated like a 'princes’ again. For these girls it has been too long. Too long that they had been suffered through these people and it has become the only thing they know. I need to stop fucking thinking. Thinking makes you feel just miserable. You will realise, over-and-over again, how bad your situation is. How bad you miss your family, your life. How much you regret you’ve chosen the wrong fucking guy. You could’ve just looked a little bit further than that fucking face of his, there must have been signs. How could you ever let this happen to you, why couldn’t you have been more careful?
Train of thoughts, which all these are, they will go away. Just like the saying goes: they are like trains. They come on by in a high speed, wheels making loud noises, making you feel nervous. The moment it passes you, you feel overwhelmed and a bit shaky, because the train is going so-so fast. It’s almost when it’s gone, that you’ve realized it was just a train and it’s nothing to be overwhelmed about. It passes like any other thought, it’s just a bit more scary than others. You just need to remind yourself to stay calm, then nothing will go wrong. But can it even get more wrong than the situation you’re already in and can’t get out?
'Hi sweetheart, you ready?’
You again look up at the big man. He is unbuttoning his blouse, dark eyes on his face as he does so. You feel all kinds of shivers running through your body as he seems to undress you with those bleak eyes, your alarm bells are going off like crazy upon seeing this man disclosing himself. Your body screams for you to stand up and walk right out of that door. But fuck, you know better. You know better than to walk out of there and let those men push you straight back inside. You know it is no use; you will only make it worse. They will make you worse.
'Why don’t you get on your knees?’
And it starts.
I guess I’ve become a emo now, but I don’t mind some depth in my work :)
⋙Warning: This contains sexual content.
⋙Requests: Do you still do visual imagines? If you do, can I have how bts would suck/tease and play with his g/f’s nipples and breasts thx
⋙A/N: I’m sorry, I tried to make it a visual imagine but Tumblr doesn’t allow it anymore. I hope that this is also okay :)
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Jin:
Jin always made sure to treat you like a goddess. He has gentle touches on your body, especially with your nipples. His fingers would trail down from your collarbones, down to your breasts as you ride. His breathing would be loud and a moan would leave both of your mouths when he starts pinching your nipples. His touch left goosebumps all over your body. This man really knew how to make love to you and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
Yoongi:
Yoongi just loved your boobs. He would always put it in his mouth, as if he couldn’t live without them. His moves were always rough and it wouldn’t take him long to destroy your pussy after you released your boobs out in the air. He’d suck on your nipples hard and his tongue would make fast circles around them, making you just as hot as he was for you.
Hoseok:
For him it wouldn’t be necessary to have sex to play with your breasts. Sometimes he would just pin you down on the bed, sit on your waist and pull off your shirt. Your bra was off in no time too and then he’d start squashing your breasts together, of course in a gentle way. His thumbs would glide over your nipples, making them hard and perky. He loved the sight. he could do this the whole day, just laying on you and playing with your boobs until the time had come to sleep.
Namjoon:
Namjoon had the biggest kink for your boobs. He knew they were your weakness too and as the kinky shit he was, he would throw some BDSM-equipment into it. He’d attach your nipples to some chains, making them sensitive and maybe hurt a bit. You both liked it hard like this and he made fully use of that through these chains. He loved the way your boobs would bounce and swing around as he pounds into you from behind.
Jimin:
Jimin didn’t need to do much to turn you on. He would just have you seated on his lab, half naked. His hands would slowly make circles around your nipples. The tingling sensation would send you straight to heaven, getting your panties weak in a minute or less. Jimin loved to make you horny and needy like this for him. He didn’t need to do much more before you would go down on your knees and repay the favor. ‘You’re always so good for daddy.’
Taehyung:
Just as he had arrived home, he’d see you stand in your black lingerie. He noticed you were waiting for him, waiting for her boyfriend to fuck her right. He’d let his bag fall on the ground and would walk up to you. He’d loosen his tie before he scoops you up from the ground, bringing you to the couch and letting you down on his lab. His hands would pull down your bra and his lips would immediately be planted on your nipples. You’d moan out of relieve, being happy your boyfriend finally fulfills your needs. The one hand he has free, he would use to aggressively play with your nipples. This is why he loved to come home to you, you’re always full of surprises.
Jungkook:
Jungkook loved to play with your nipples. He’d always take his time with you, giving every boob it’s own amountof attention. His tongue would make small circles around your nipples before pulling on it, leaving your nipples hard and perky. He loved the moans and whines he dragged out of you by his actions.
