#bts kinks

“Naked?” You jerk around on the bed, snapping your eyes up to his.

Jungkook laughs. “I’m kidding. Kind of.” You watch as he grips the hem of his shirt and works it up, revealing inch after inch of delectable skin and muscle. His nipples are dark, hard peaks that accent his defined chest in painful perfection. The dips and valleys of his abs compliment the shapely v that disappears into his waistband. A waistband that is now lowering thanks to him unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his hips. His dark grey boxer briefs hug thick thighs and do nothing to hide the contours of his cock; which you realize is either half-hard or extremely big…or both, definitely both. “Is this okay?” he asks, bringing his hands to cover his crotch and break your stare.

Your eyes snap to his again. “What? No. I mean, yes, it’s okay. You’re fine.” It feels like your heater might be on the fritz, it’s so stifling in here. Heat crawls up your spine, spans your chest, and feathers along your neck. You thought you had trouble sleeping before, but you might as well accept the inevitable sleepless night you’re sure to have with his man in bed beside you.

“Relax,” he teases, easing onto the other side of the bed. “Come here.” He gestures with his arms wide, beckoning you to him.

You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “What?”

Jungkook pushes up onto an elbow, bringing himself more on your level where you’re still sitting upright. “Do you trust me?”

“Well, of course I do, but what’s that—“

His index finger pressing to your lips cuts off your words. “Then trust me. Come on, no strings,” he says again, laying back down and opening his arms.

Rolling your lips between your teeth, you consider the situation. Your best friend's ridiculously attractive brother is nearly naked in your bed and offering up some no-strings-attached cuddles. Surely there’s some scientific law against refusing something like that, right? There have to be psychology studies somewhere that encourages accepting invitations like this. So you do.

You ease down, sliding over and hesitating for only a moment before you curl into his side and rest your cheek on his shoulder. Jungkook’s arm instantly bands around you and his hand rests over your hip, radiating a comforting warmth. His skin is smooth and silky against yours. He reaches over with his other hand and grabs the one you have awkwardly pressed against your stomach. He stretches your arm until you have it resting over his stomach instead, then he rests his hand on top of your forearm.

As the minutes pass, you become more relaxed. It’s easy to soak in his presence and you welcome his added comfort, even if you find yourself acutely aware of every inch of his skin that touches yours. “Thank you,” you whisper, fighting a giddy smile.

“Sometimes, we just need someone else to lean on. Or in this case, lay on. We naturally seek comfort when we’re in a high-anxiety situation. It’s science, broken down into a simple and blasé form, elementary and all that.” He takes a deep breath, you can feel the way his chest expands with it, before releasing it slowly. “But it’s also extraordinarily complex on a personal level. It’s a way to build a deeper connection with someone.”

“I think they call that trauma bonding,” you tease trying to lift the suddenly heavy implications he seems to be insinuating. No matter how much you want to hold onto this, let this be something more than it is, you can’t. Nothing about this situation is simple. You’re both feeling the effects of adrenaline flagging and a heightened sense of awareness. However…one night couldn’t hurt, right? It’s maddening trying to deny it. All you want is one taste. One taste, just a moment of weakness, nothing more.

Jungkook hums, tugging you imperceptibly closer. “Whatever they call it, it’s nice. You think you can sleep now?”

You’re not sure why you choose to be honest, it mostly just slips out. “No.”

“No?” he questions. You can feel his eyes on you, his chin tilted down to give him a better angle. “Your heart rate has increased. Are you agitated?”

You look up, daring to meet his eyes, just so you can gauge his reaction to what you say next. “No, I’m not. It’s not that. I don’t think I can sleep because I can’t stop thinking about how nice this feels and how much I want to kiss you even though I know I shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t? Why not? We’re two consenting adults.” There is a challenge in his gaze, an unspoken dare. He pauses for a moment, his eyes softening. “But, I won’t do anything you don’t want to.”

“It could—,” your eyes drift down to his lips. You watch as his tongue peeks out to wet them, “—complicate things.”

Jungkook shifts under you, rolling more onto his side so you’re facing him and his front presses along yours. “It’s only as complicated as we make it,” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours. “This doesn’t have to be a weakness. If you can find strength in my body,” his chest swells against yours, causing your nipples to grow taut under your shirt, “my lips,” he brushes a faint kiss over the tip of your nose, “my cock,” he emphasizes with a shallow thrust of his hips against yours, “then do it. Let me take your mind off everything, just for the night. Whatever else happens, we’ll worry about it later.”

“Jungkook,” his name leaves your lips as a breathy plea when he rocks his hips into yours again. “I— I don’t want to use you.”

He groans, it turns into a low, husky chuckle and you feel his cock jerk against your thigh. “What if I want you to use me? Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.” His lips graze over your temple. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses gentle kisses down until his bottom lip catches on the corner of your mouth. “Please,” he whispers, his tongue flicking out and tracing along your top lip.

Your resistance crumbles. The need for him is too great, he’s making you feel more alive, with a few touches, than you have in a long time. You tell him that with a kiss. Heady, powerful, bordering on animalistic in the way your mouth claims his. He tastes like your toothpaste, sweet and minty. The fact he has your taste on his tongue sends a thrill down your spine, chills popping up along your arms and neck; it’s like you’ve already marked him as yours simply through a spare toothbrush.

He meets your tongue stroke for stroke, opening wider to welcome your savage plunge. Jungkook moans softly into your mouth. The vibrations slither straight to the growing ache between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you whimper, finally breaking from the kiss. You’re both panting, sharing the same breath. His lips nibble at yours, plucking them between teasing smiles. “Touch me,” you breathe before covering his mouth with yours again. As if your words are your own permission, your hands move to touch every available inch of Jungkook’s skin that you can. His hands work across your body in soft and delicate caresses. You’re frantic in your exploration. The muscles in his back flex as you drag your nails down them. His ass is tight in your grip when you palm it, digging your fingers in with a squeeze. You want to feel it without fabric in the way. “Off,” you plead, pinching at the fabric.

Jungkook pulls back, severing the kiss. A lop-sided grin traces his lips. You can see how wide his pupils have blown, feel the prominent bulge of his arousal against your thigh. “Be patient.” He nips at your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and giving a gentle tug before letting go. “Relax.”

“If you tell me to relax one more time I’m going to punch you,” you pant, reclaiming his mouth. It’s a fight for dominance, a battle of wills, as to who takes control. You work your fingers beneath the back of Jungkook’s boxer briefs. Your fingers glide over smooth skin until you have a palm full of his pert ass. He grunts when you use your grip on his ass to thrust his hips against yours again.

You let out a sound in protest when Jungkook pulls away again. The sound grows louder when he pulls even further, causing your hand to slide out of his underwear. He tuts softly, shaking his head with a sly smirk on his face. The beauty of his face is highlighted by the low-ambient blue light from across the room. He looks like a fierce, deviant god looming over you.

The breath in your lungs hitches as Jungkook grabs and secures both of your hands in one of his. He presses your hands above your head, cushioned on your pillow. “I said,” he breathes, pressing light kisses along your jaw and working a knee between your thighs as he settles his body over yours, “relax. You can punch me later…or thank me, I’ll let you pick after I’m done.”

“Jungkook, please, I just want—,” your plea turns into a moan at the feel of his hard cock nestling directly against the seam of your shorts.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he whispers in your ear, then trails open-mouthed kisses down your throat. If he really expects you to answer, he’s not exactly making it easy to articulate. Everything goes fuzzy, narrowing to a point of pure heat that licks and pulses around your clit. Your shorts are thin and you’ve foregone panties, letting you feel in great detail the length and girth of his cock as he slowly grinds it against you. “Do you want me to put my mouth on you until you’re quivering? How about discovering how many of my fingers I can fit into your pussy? Or maybe you just want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll still feel me in the morning?”

His mouth is hot against your neck. He’s all tongue and teeth, eliciting shudders and moans from you. “Yes,” you rasp, finally sucking in enough air to respond.

“Yes to what?” he prompts. Jungkook moves his free hand between your bodies, palming one of your breasts.

“All of it! Please, Jungkook. Please. I want all of that!” 

Jungkook pauses his ravishing of your neck to lean back so he can meet your eyes. “If I wasn’t already so painfully hard, I’d make you beg some more for me because fuck, that’s hot as hell.” He pushes up onto his knees, pulling you with him and temporarily releasing your hands. Your shirt is off and tossed onto the floor before you can draw your next breath. “Fucking beautiful,” he groans, taking in your now exposed breasts.

“You’re the beautiful one,” you tease, reaching out and tweaking one of his nipples between your fingers. He flinches, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Do that again.” You do, twisting a little harder this time. “Fuck,” he grinds out, lip caught between his teeth again. It’s puffy and red already, from kissing, he’s only making it even more tortured-looking.

You splay both your hands over his chest, taking your time this time, as you rove them up to his shoulders. A soft moan escapes you and your eyes flutter shut when Jungkook takes you into his hands, tweaking your nipples just as you did his. “More,” you plead with another moan.

Jungkook places a soft, lingering kiss on your lips before gently guiding you back with his hands still cupping your breasts. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmurs.

He looks so gorgeous with his lids half-mast and a slightly cocky grin curling his lips. The fact you’re the one that’s made him this way has a niggling of pride infusing your next breath. “Make me cum,” it comes out as more command than request and it makes Jungkook groan.

Your shorts don’t fair any better than your shirt. They’re off and on the floor, a slight sting kissing the skin on your thighs from how quickly Jungkook pulled them off. Being completely bare before him feels liberating, like the articles of clothing being discarded took your worries with them.

You watch, barely allowing yourself to breathe, as Jungkook fits his shoulders between your thighs, knocking them wide. His eyes rove over your skin, devouring your newly exposed flesh. You can feel his breaths against your thigh and feathering over your wet lower lips.

Jungkook slowly looks up, his eyes locking onto yours as he lowers his mouth. The faintest brush of his tongue over your clit has you wanting to squeeze your eyes closed tight. But you fight it, succumbing to the need to watch him instead. He presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, licking up until the point flicks over it. Your thighs quiver and you jerk from the sensation as he does it again.

“You’re so wet already,” Jungkook smirks, “and warm.” He nibbles and licks, paying special attention to your clit and teasing down around your entrance. The slow and deliberate rhythm of his tongue matches the throbbing pulse you can feel low in your stomach. Each flick or press of his tongue or lips, the way he gently sucks on your clit, have you writhing and moaning. He’s still watching you, learning your reactions and exploiting them.

The lewd, wet noises he’s making between your thighs mixed with the mewling whimpers and gasps from you fill the air around you. It’s an erotic soundtrack of sin and you’re listening intently. There’s a subtle clench and flutter you can feel but it’s fleeting. Something’s missing, you need more.

“More,” you pant, urging him to give you that something you’re missing.

Jungkook hums hungrily against you, the vibrations setting off another wave of faint flutters. You’re keenly aware of the sensation of him swirling a blunt fingertip around your entrance, collecting your arousal, before slowly sliding it in. You can feel yourself clench around his finger, your body eager for something to fill it.

His resolve must be floundering because it doesn’t take him long to begin working a second and then a third finger into you. The sounds of his fingers plunging in over and over add to the pluck of his tongue and lips on your clit. “Cum for me, baby,” Jungkook groans fervently, amping up the motion of his fingers and curling them just right.

You crumble, fisting a hand in his hair to tug him closer, shuddering and bucking against his mouth as he continues to devour you through your orgasm. “Oh fuck,” you huff, finally working enough oxygen into your lungs. Your chest is heaving but you still feel slightly light-headed from the intensity of the orgasm. It’s been too long since you’ve let go like that, since you’ve let someone else take control of your own pleasure.

Jungkook places one last, soft kiss on your still faintly pulsing core and then pulls back to grin up at you. His chin glistens in the faint blue light, highlighting the evidence of the control you gave him. “Think you can sleep now?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.

You fight your own cheeky grin. “No,” you tell him, shaking your head. Finally, the smile breaks through and you laugh. “Not in the slightest.” His smile slips, falling into a subtle frown. “But, only because we’re not done yet,” you’re quick to provide, wanting to put that smile back on his face. It works.

“Not done, huh? What else did you have in mind?” Jungkook accepts your hand when you reach for him and lets you guide him up and over you.

“You still need to fuck me so hard and deep that I feel you in the morning,” you whisper against his lips before tugging him down for a heated kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue is intoxicating. Jungkook’s hips press to yours and you feel the slickness between your thighs rub off on the fabric still covering him. “There are condoms in the drawer of the bedside table.”

You send up a silent prayer to whatever gods may be listening that they’re not expired. Jungkook nips your bottom lip, letting out a devious groan before pulling back and leaning over the side of your bed. You hear him shuffling around the few things in there and then the crinkle of a foil packet. “I’m good, just so you know,” he says.

“Me, too,” you confirm with a smile. It’s sweet how open he is, providing information and not even balking at the mention of using a condom. Definitely a one of a kind guy, that’s for sure. You watch as Jungkook rests back on his heels and hooks his thumbs into the sides of his underwear. He slides them down slowly, taking care to release his straining cock before pushing them down and rocking back to get them past his knees. What you imagined from the outlined suggestion doesn’t compare to seeing it hard and in the flesh before you. His cock bobs in the air, standing proud and already leaking a smear of precum. You really want to take it in your hand, your mouth, get a proper taste of him, but the wait to feel him inside you has already been excruciating enough. 

“Roll over for me, I want my hands on your ass while I fuck you,” Jungkook says, giving you a playful swat on the hip for encouragement. “I’m going to be so deep you’re branded from the inside out.” You can’t help the shudder that rolls through you as you position yourself on your knees, resting your front half on your forearms. “Still so wet for me,” he comments, dragging a finger down your center.

Your anticipation builds with each moment he makes you wait. The crinkle of the condom wrapper is followed by the slick sound of him rolling it on. One large palm settles on your hip, holding you in place. “Jungkook,” you whimper his name when you feel the head of his cock notch against your center. He teases you, rubbing it between your folds and over your clit. “Are you going to fuck me or just keep teasing me?”

The chuckle that comes from Jungkook has your stomach clenching and your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “Cock hungry, baby? Impatient to have me inside of you?" slowing the slide of his dick back up your slit "Fuck, your pussy is so pretty spread around my cock,” he says. You can feel the way your lower lips stretch around him. You’re about to complain again but he begins to push in and all thoughts, except how you’re finally getting what you want, cease to exist.

“Fuck,” you curse as he bottoms out. You throb around him, your body working to adjust. His other hand comes to rest on your other hip and he gives a small, shallow test thrust. You groan in unison. The glide of him pulling out and pushing back in is pure bliss.

He shifts his hands, moving them to have more of a grip on your ass. Jungkook groans in appreciation, giving you a squeeze. “You feel so good,” he murmurs. His hands slide from your ass, back over your hips, up your back, and to your shoulders. “Need to kiss you.” Jungkook uses his hold on your shoulders to help you lean back until your back is arched and your weight is resting directly on his cock. Your thighs rest on his, his knees between yours. A shuddering breath leaves you as he goes impossibly deeper.

The hand on your shoulder hooks around your side and cups one of your breasts. He pinches and teases your nipple, adding to the pleasure of his shallow, grinding thrusts into you. Jungkook’s other hand gently clasps your throat, using it more for leverage than anything. You hold on to his forearms, keeping your balance as you move over him. He rests your head back against his shoulder, opening you up for a brutal kiss. His lips meet yours and you can’t hold back the moan when he thrusts up harder.

Jungkook moans your name and you swallow it down, delighting in the fact it’s your name on his lips. “I want to cum,” you whimper, breaking away from the kiss for a second to catch your breath.

“Rub your clit for me, just how I’m rubbing on these pretty nipples.” His fingers pluck and tweak for emphasis. Your nipples are so tightly drawn it blurs pain with pleasure, mixing with the euphoria of where he’s fucking into you from below.

You do as he says, taking one hand from its grip on his forearm to play with your clit. It’s hot between your thighs, achy and slick already from where he went down on you and with how hard he’s fucking you now. It doesn’t take much to put you right on the edge, just a few trembling circles and you’re choking on air trying not to cum without him.

“Close!” you cry. “Cum with me, Jungkook, please cum with me!”

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunts. He wraps both arms around you, holding you tight to him, and begins to fuck you harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck!” Your body ripples with small explosions, curling your toes and making your limbs go rigid. You slide the hand that you were using to rub your clit down until you’re cupping Jungkook’s balls. He jerks and groans when you give them a gentle squeeze.

You feel utterly boneless. Aftershocks continue to quiver through your body, a gentle pulse that makes you aware of Jungkook’s half-hard cock still inside you. He’s sweet with caring hands as he pulls out, securing the condom, before helping you lay down on your back. “There’s a trash can there,” you say, gesturing to a small wastebasket on the other side of the nightstand. He ties off the condom and stretches over to drop it in.

Jungkook settles back on the bed, flopping down beside you with a contented sigh. “Are you a cuddler?” he asks.

You look over at him and can’t help mirroring the smile you see on his face. “I suppose I could indulge you in some cuddling,” you tease. He laughs, taking you in his arms much the same way you were earlier. “This is nice,” you decide to be honest, even if it makes you feel oddly vulnerable. Jungkook hums thoughtfully, idly tracing his fingers over your hip.

“It really is,” he finally agrees. His words sound sleepy, but that doesn’t detract from how they give you a small rush of butterflies.

You have no issues falling asleep now, even with less than twenty-four hours left to figure out what the hell is going on.

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"Hm Baby? Do you like it, lying in front of me in such an exposing way, spreading yourself open and shamelessly giving me a delicious look at your tiny pussyhole? Are you just getting even wetter by the thought that I'll stretching this sweet little pussy with my thick long cock and filling you up? Hm, you like the thought, don't you? I see your hole impatiently clenching around nothing... My little babygirl loves the thought of getting fucked by a tall man with a thick cock like mine, right?", Namjoon purrs seductively.

The way, how you placing your hands at the underside of your knees and keeping your legs open makes Namjoon crazy. Spread yourself open just for him. You start to whimper when you see how he’s rubbing his cock a few times with a cocky smirk on his lips and then starts to let his tip sliding gently between your pussy lips.

"Hm? What do you want Baby?

"Please... please Joon! Give it to me, I-I need it so badly!"

"What do you need, little Girl? Use your words for Daddy~"

You start to whine even more and you feel, how your cheeks are getting hot and and how you start to blush furiously.

"I-I want your dick, Daddy! P-Please Daddy, I need you so bad in me!"

"And you are sure that you're able to take my fat cock in that tiny pussy of yours? I'm worried that I’m gonna tear my little princess hole apart... Hm, I don't think so. I don’t think that you're already ready for me. Let's wait a week longer and we'll train a little bit more. What do you think, my little Doll?"

Your lips begins to tremble in a dangerous way, like you're about to start crying now. Even when you know, that he's just teasing you, but the thought alone of teasing you more, brings tears into the corners of your eyes.

Namjoon and you are aware of it, that you're able to take his cock pretty well into your tiny pussyhole. He already fucked you countless times onto cloud nine.

Filling you up to your brim with this monster of a dick and his creamy cum. Watching, how it's slowly dripping down out of your gaping hole, seeing it twitching and clenching. Seeing you laying in front of him, completely messed up and wrecked, absolutely fucked out to the maximum. But still wearing this cute, kinda shy and innocent smile on your lips.

Like an inexperienced sixteen year old girl, that mastubated just a few minutes ago and made herself feeling really good. God, he just loves it. This dirty innocence of yours makes him crazy, every new day again and again.

"N-No no no, Daddy! Please not! I-I'm ready, I'm so ready for your cock, I trained my pussy for you-"

"What Darling? How did you train yourself for me, hm? I thought, I was clear enough to you last week. That I'll not accept any kind of touching yourself between these pretty thighs, except from washing and cleaning your sweet pussy lips, right?"

"Y-Yes..."

"...but?"

"I-I just prepared myself for-"

"What did I say? Such a bad Girl you are... I'm so disappointed. You knew I would be, when you do that."

"B-But Daddy-"

"No buts, Y/N. You'll take your punishment without any single murmur, is that clear?", Namjoon says in a steel hard voice and gives you a reprimand slap on your bare, open pussy.

It would be too laborious to turn your so wonderful exposed body around to spank your ass properly for your bad behaviour. And to be honest, it's kinda satisfying to see you flinch and to hear you whine when his hand places careful, but still a little bit hurtful slaps on your clit. Holding you hold yourself open for him, at least taking his punishment like a good girl.

After the 15th hit Namjoon thinks it's enough for this evening. Your whimpering has become too seductive for him and seeing this red swollen clit and your juices overflowing cunt... God fuck, now he doesn't wants anything more than to bury his cock into the tiny pussy of your small body.

His cock stands proudly and with an angry red tip up, waiting impatiently in front of his abdomen for his turn. Smeared all of that precum over his muscular stomach while punishing you.

When you realize, that no more slaps seems to follow and look up to Namjoon, how he enjoys the view you give him, you look at him in pleading eyes and just spread your legs for him even more.

"You're such a greedy, desperate Size-Queen, don't you? Begging and waiting to get stuffed by a big cock. You wouldn't admit it, but you are so proud that you can take my dick without any problem, right? Looking so petite and innocent but in reality such a little cock slut. My precious, petite cock slut...", wispers Namjoon in his deep rapper voice, causing little goosebumps on your delicate skin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Everything you said is true, I'm your needy and desperate cock slut, just for you!", comes in a whiny tone over your trembling lips. Namjoon loves when you start talking in a filthy language about yourself.

Without realizing by yourself, tears starts streaming down your face. Let Namjoon guess, how freaking bad you need his cock in your dripping cunt.

Namjoon hard and arrogant gaze turns into a softer one. It seems like, you'll finally get that what you need the most now.

"Hm Baby? Did you learn your lesson to behave and not to touch yourself, even when you just wanted to train yourself for me?", he asks you in a calm, almost gentle voice when he teases your entrance with the thick crown of his erection.

"Y-Yes, Daddy... I'll behave for now on! I'll listen carefully to your commands."

Finally. Finally he let himself slips into your sweet, warm hole and stretch your tight walls to the maximum, fill you up until he reach your cerfix.

Because, like you already said, that you trained yourself for him, he didn't gives you any time to get used to his enormous length and just starts pounding into you like he's a wolf in his rut. But you love every bit of the animalistic way he fucks you.

After a few powerful thrusts that elicts high pitched screams out of your throat, he lays his right Hand over your abdomen. Namjoon groans in satisfaction and a smug smirk spreads over his lips when he feel himself moving in you. Yeah, maybe you don't have a belly bulge because of his cock, but he can definitely feel himself pounding into you and how he’s stretching all of your amazing little cunt.

"I going to fuck you so hard and so long until your pretty tiny pussyhole is gaping because of my cock. Until I can see my cum soozing out of you, my sweet little Size-Queen~", promises you Namjoon with a devilish smile.