#lcksndkys

“J-Jungkook—”  Whatever you’d meant to say is swallowed up, eaten alive by the lewd sounds he’s making with his mouth, lips sealed around a perked nipple as he presses you further into your seat.

It’s not the most comfortable position - he’s twisted all weird, hip protesting as it digs into the seat belt buckle.  He doesn’t care though.  Can’t even begin to complain about it when you’re crying out beneath him, so pretty and breathless it makes his heart skip a beat.

There’s a flush creeping over your skin, painting your cheeks the colour of fresh-picked apples.  The same hue descends past your collarbone and sits centre stage over your tits.  Practically a neon outline directing him to his preferred destination.

“Can’t believe you thought you could get away with it.”  It’s a snarl against your chest, a low groan dressing the edges and turning it dark as he sucks at the pebbled bud, dragging the flat of his tongue in lazy languid circles.  “No bra, baby?  Really?”  The edge of his teeth glide over tender flesh, leaving little love bites and a mosaic of maroon that contrasts brightly with the soft cream of your top (currently hooked beneath your tits, thin straps hanging off your shoulders).  It looks so nice blending with the heat that pools beneath your skin - a masterpiece he’d like to hang up on his wall.

“It’s not—”  He doesn’t know why you bother when you’re keening with every movement, unable to focus on a single thought before he tears all sensibility away with a pass of his lips.  

One hand cups your breast - holds the teardrop that fits so perfectly within his palm - and the other presses over your back, insistent on bringing you closer, on forcing more of you into his mouth.  “Not what?  Not a big deal?”  The sound of his laugh vibrates through your body, sets your heart on a breakneck sprint as his hands shift.  Rough fingers pinch your neglected nipple.  Hard. 

When you gasp, it shoots straight to his groin, cock twitching in his pants.  Oh, he wants to hear that again.

“You can do whatever you want, baby.”  And it’s true.  Jungkook will never stop you - never tell you what to wear or who to see.  He’ll let you live your life, even break his heart if that’s what it takes - but you can’t expect him to let something like this go.  You know how much he loves your tits.  

He nuzzles his face into your cleavage, face deep in the valley of death - what a glorious death that would be - and roughly palms both breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching at the straining buds.  Your heart plays a melody he loves, tattoos itself against his cheek when he presses his ear against where it beats.

Q: Who buys you lingerie and then fucks you in it? A: Jimin, Jin, Yoongi

Jimin loves to play dress-up! Just like with his drawer of collars, he’ll have a whole section of his closet devoted to you, all sorts of pretty things hanging in wait for the next time you’re going to play. Different fabrics cutting you into different shapes. He’ll do his best not to make a mess on you, tongue and fingers roving, cock sliding against satin and silk and cotton and lace. But even when we do our best, we fall short. He always ends the night with you under him, his hands cradling the sides of your head, after hours of exploring, only to come home to you, pumping gently but fully, telling you how nothing you wear compares to how beautiful you are, eyes deep as his stroke.

In the crooks of Jin’s arms swing shopping bags with fancy names scrawled in delicate, cursive print. And inside those bags are little gifts for you, which are really little gifts for him. He wants only you, but he wants a different shade of you every night. Promiscuous with a hint of danger. Sweet with a hint of naughtiness. Defiant with a secret need to submit. He loves watching you get lost in the roles your costumes bring. As he drives home with the latest haul, he won’t be able to keep his mind from racing, and his hand sliding up and down his length. The red one tonight, he’ll think, a smile spreading across his face. He’s going to fuck you so hard that that’s all you’ll see. And you still have no idea.

Yoongi loves buying things for others to wear, and he loves the back and forth you bring him:

He loves this cat-and-mouse game that you play. You just worked a full day. There’s no way you’re going to slip into whatever latex nonsense he just got you. But when his playful pout finally gets to you, you give in, like you always do. As you feel it slide across your skin, you imagine that it’s his tongue. And you feel his tongue trace its outline as he delicately peels it off of you, unboxing you so carefully and staring with wide, appreciative eyes for every curve and line of your body. He takes his time, each piece, the bralette, the panties, the gloves, the straps, taking hours to make its way to the floor. And the things he’ll do in those stretches of time. Slippery, steamy, sticky, a stroke so intense, that he makes last and last. As he fucks you and you shed your second skin, you’ll feel so renewed.

Bonus Q: Who wears the lingerie you buy for him? A: Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon

I love that Jin is so game to try anything:

He’ll put anything on. Booty shorts. Suspenders. He’ll even put on the red number he bought you. After you’ve worn them, when your scent is still on them. He’ll put on the parts that fit. The parts that don’t. You’ll lick the parts that show. The parts that don’t. The parts that are barely covered. He’ll moan so loudly when you take him into your fingers, mouth, cunt, fisting the cloth and biting his lips at the contrast of flesh against fabric. How do you give him everything at once?

Jimin expects gifts in return. He’ll treasure the variety of things you buy him, especially everything -less. Ass-less. Crotch-less. Anything that gets more of him inside of you. Knowing the parts that you want to draw your eye to makes him shine that much brighter. He’ll give you that much more of them, bending you over, lifting you up, grinding into you so that your skin gets rug burns from whatever it is that you bought. And then he’ll kiss and lick those wounds, part sorry that they’re there, but mostly happy at the added treasures that commemorate the evening.

Jungkook is just so darn curious. He’s used to throwing on whatever the stylists give him, and when he saw how everyone reacted to his corset, he knew he’d have to try it again. But he’s shy. He wants to try it just with you. And he wants to try it in a setting where he feels as sexy as he did with all those adoring eyes on him. So he gasps excitedly when he discovers you’ve stolen the corset from the Black Swan MV. And he giggles as you tie him up, hard body clenching against the hard shell. You revel in his look, and when he finally settles his giddy ass down, you’ll swear that the corset does something to empower him. He pounds into you from behind as if he’s suited up for a job to accomplish. You’ll roll over, and you’ll run your hands along the outline, grazing his skin and making him smirk to fight those tickles. And then, after you both come, he’ll find it hard to breathe. Before he passes out, you’ll help him out of it, running your hands up and down his torso, bathing in his sweat. “That was fun,” he’ll sigh. “I’ll wanna do it that again. What about those harnesses we wear sometimes...?”

At first, you’d think Namjoon would be more the “I bought this for you, now wear it” type. But look at him in that photoshoot. He’s so down for experimentation, but whatever he wants to try, he lets himself try first before asking you to do it, too. He’ll keep Jungkook’s secret, but instead of stealing things home from MV shoots, he’ll ask you to buy him something. Lace. Start with briefs, maybe. And he’ll take more specific notes about his experiences with you. He doesn’t know what it is about lace. Maybe it’s because he likes the way it looks and feels so soft and feminine against his huge, masculine body. Maybe it’s because he likes the scratch it gives when you’re fucking while he’s wearing it. Maybe it’s because he likes the way he thinks you’ll look in it too. “Will you try with me, noona?” he’ll ask. Damn if you don’t say yes before the question is out of his mouth.

What do you think, @mochilatae ? Q: Who tears us out of it? @purgatorywriter, what do you see? Q: What kind of lingerie do we end up buying on a shopping trip with each member?