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cinnaminyoons · 26 days

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MILK & TWO SUGARS. KTH / M!READER

summary. despite being your subordinate, taehyung relishes in his power over you.

wc. 4.9k

tags. boss/assistant au, dom top!reader, bottom!tae, tae films himself to tease you, oral (r. receiving), office/desk sex, unprotected sex, officemates-with-benefits (sort of)

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the train carriage rocks and rumbles, steel and electricity burning beneath your feet. you hover beside the moving join between carriages, counting down the number of stops until it reaches yours. aside from the not-so-inconspicuous journalist snapping pictures of you across the carriage, it has been a fairly smooth ride.

he's wearing a cap, staring down at the flip-out screen of his dslr, pointed just right in your direction. he's far enough away that the photos probably don't seem that creepy – not i-pretended-to-bump-into-you-for-this-picture creepy, at least – and he's not holding the camera low enough to angle your crotch as the focal point, which is more than you can say for some other journalists. sure, you may have had a wild youth, but you were square now – just a guy in a suit on his phone with a messenger bag strapped across your chest. the most interesting thing about you was the fact that a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers stuck out one end of your bag.

for all the other commuters knew, you were heading home to kiss your wife and your two-and-a-half kids. you would like to keep it that way, isolating yourself with earbuds playing a rotation of your favourite songs.

on your phone, your insanely efficient and ridiculously beautiful personal assistant has just stopped using capital letters and proper punctuation.

seriously where are you? your coffee's going cold :(

you huff. you told him to wait a while longer before grabbing it since you needed to stop by the florist, but he had always been strict about your schedule. if it wasn't on the document, it didn't exist.

a couple more stops to go, you reply, glancing out the windows to ensure you're not getting his hopes up. nine minutes.

can't you get here any faster?

no, taehyung. it's always going to be nine minutes.

despite his profile picture only being his initials – KT, matching at least four other people in your phone – he manages to inject a whole lot of personality into his next message.

then don't walk, desk jockey. what can i do to make you gallop? the bubble of three dots pops up. perhaps i can tempt you over with a carrot?

please stop it with the horse metaphors.

but you're the only one i wanna ride <3

you nearly choke on your saliva, hastily pressing your phone screen to your chest for privacy. you steel your nerves when your phone vibrates again, chasing away the heat crawling rapidly up your neck. you take a deep breath and glance down.

a video. you tap the play button and the window expands to take up your screen.

the first thing you notice is that taehyung's not wearing any pants. he's wearing everything but pants, and you even see a flash of his playful smirk as he tightens his tie when he glances down. he smooths it down, down his stomach, and leans back in a chair.

your chair.

holy shit. he's in your office.

he tucks one foot up onto the edge of your desk, polished pointed shoe pivoting as he makes himself comfortable. he rests on the point of his elbow, cradling his jaw with long slim fingers.

he wraps his slender fingers around his cock, revealing it from beneath the bottom of his crisp white dress shirt. only the bottom sliver of his face is visible, soft and shapely pink lips playing at innocence, tucked teasingly between his front teeth.

your music doesn't provide a buffer anymore. on instinct, you darken your screen and slam the mute button, thumb working at the phone's volume button in excess.

but, because you have terrible vices, you slowly edge the volume back up until his soft, breathy moans rattle in your skull like a marble inside a can of spray paint.

"hey, boss," he whispers, fingers rolling over his reddened tip, cock dark pink and shining in his grip. he plays at formality, straightening his jacket lapel with his free hand. his hand drops down to cup his bare thigh, golden and soft, and slides gently over his skin, back and forth – caressing himself the same way you do. he exhales softly, back arching. the chair's leather shifts audibly. "come grab your coffee, already. aren't you thirsty? i sure am."

dropping his leg, he pushes his shirt up around his chest, and lifts his phone above him with a sound between a hum and a moan. taehyung twists in your black leather chair, its tall slim shape highlighting the way he angles his hips to accentuate his waist and hips and the way his soft thighs fill up the seat of the chair.

you close your eyes for a steadying breath, shifting on the spot as the train pulls up to your station. thank goodness you had the epiphany to wear a dark suit today. it'd be a particularly awkward gossip piece for that journalist – yes, still there – if you'd worn something lighter.

"i'll be waiting, big boy," he coos directly into your ears, the breathiness in his voice and the flush to his cheeks letting you know just how long he's been in your chair.

he's going to be the death of you.

you weave your way through the station, hurrying down the stairs with your phone in a death grip, screen off. it pings when the pedestrian crossing lights turn green and your mouth goes dry at the sight of another video, described only by date and file type. you struggle to swallow.

on his knees, lovely round ass presented to the camera, taehyung pumps three fingers in and out of his slick hole, the shine of lube dripping down his thigh. his moans are quick and muffled by the palm over his mouth, his cheeks glowing pink with desire, and his hips jerk as he pulls his knees close together. his cock presses firmly along the seam of the back of his thighs.

hissing softly, he pulls his fingers out with a slick pop, lubricated until the knuckle. he glides his fingertips around his hole, showing himself off with a soft giggle, and rocks back on them until his cock twitches. it leaks as he fucks himself with them.

"ah...! get down here, already – my fingers aren't as thick as yours, baby. m-maybe i could still come on them, though," he moans slyly, the quick slick sound of his pumping fingers jolting shivers down your spine. "gonna fucking come on myself, come on your desk – every time you enter this office, you're gonna remember the way i made you feel."

he moans with a toss of his head as his hand quickens. his leaking cock pulses and he bounces slightly on his fingers, that little bit of friction from his cock bumping his thighs almost enough.

"what is it... that you said?" he grins back at the camera, dark eyes smoky and devious. "only angels have bodies like mine? well... white was always heaven's colour."

his lips part as his dark brow furrows, his grip tightening on the back of the chair as his hips tremble. his cock explodes with cum, spurting out in thick white ropes that splatter the backs of his thighs like the sweetest glaze. he spreads his jerking, trembling thighs, and his release slowly pools on the black leather between his knees. he pants softly, wordless.

in the silence of your earbuds, your head rings with the anticipation of your pounding heart, nearly sprinting the half-block down to the skyscraper with your last name printed on it. you push through the large glass doors carelessly – they're shatterproof, and they'll survive you shouldering your way through them.

on your phone, taehyung lets out a soft exhale that sinks claws into your brain. glossy white beads drip from the edge of your chair between his unblemished legs, and if that's not a scene of the divine, then you don't know what is.

shit. hastily, you pass the receptionists and slip into an empty elevator someone left behind. swiping your card, you punch the button for the highest floor, and survive the agonising seconds up, dumping your earbuds and phone unceremoniously into your bag.

the elevator dings, and you're shoving yourself through the tiniest gap the moment it appears with a problem in your pants and a problem at your desk.

lazily, taehyung grins, pink tongue swiping over his lips. one hand strokes his pretty cock under the desk, the motion of his arm perfectly clear.

"hey there, big boy," he purrs. "finally here for your coffee, right?"

you grunt noncommittedly, extracting the bouquet of flowers from your bag before dumping the bag on the loveseat by the elevator. you place it in a white vase and wiggle it back into place on the cute pigeonhole shelf.

you turn back to him, and he's standing now, leaning forward over your desk with that same silky smile. "done with playing uncaring? come over here, make me sorry. i've broken your rules, haven't i, boss?"

"you're a real piece of work," you growl, stalking towards him and yanking him away from your desk to survey the damage. time to put in a request for a new chair. you return your gaze to taehyung, who just smiles demurely at you and strokes the bulge in your trousers.

"a piece of art, don't you like telling me?" he teases, nudging your cock with his knuckles. his smile widens as your breath skips like a record player. he pushes you towards the end of your oak desk. "you liked my presents, did you?"

"presents? that was torture," you rumble, placing your hand on top of his head and fisting a handful of his hair. you tug firmly backwards and his eyes roll back briefly as he moans, hands faltering for just a moment as he fiddles with your fly – you smirk at the sight.

his lashes flutter as he regains control, pupils dilating as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. "but you liked them, right, sir?" he asks softly, almost nervously. he fishes your cock out and his breath hitches, his lower lip tugged between his teeth as he stares up at it.

"is the sky blue, dove?" you ask, softening your voice just for him. he melts like chocolate, pressing himself sweetly into you, and you let go of his hair to card it back from his large dark eyes, tucking the stray strands behind his ears. "but i won't say it didn't surprise me. i was on the train."

"your fault when you have a perfectly good car in the garage, sir," he says with a hum, and he kisses the base of your cock. he lifts your hand back to his hair and you guide his head towards the head of your shaft. with a soft moan, he's all yours again to eat and enjoy, those dark brown eyes almost gold in the late afternoon sun.

"i'll let that sass slide because you're usually such a sweet boy," you say softly, humming as he drags his warm tongue over the ridge of your tip. "good. suck."

he loves the way you talk to him with that voice – a voice like chocolate, sweet and thick and dark. he bobs his head, stroking what he can't fit, and he moans when you hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw wide. he works at your cock, tongue lapping at the veins, tracing them to your tip and back, and closes his lips around your shaft, gradually getting all of it down his throat.

he clasps your thighs, letting himself enjoy the heft and heat of your cock filling his throat, and his eyes slide closed, the tip of his nose brushing your pelvis. you exhale softly and pat his hair to watch it bounce back into place, tugging the loose beach curls between two fingers and letting them spring back. it's incredibly soft and silky for someone who's dyed his entire head honey blond for at least as long as he's been working for you.

you cup his cheek as he bobs his head, warm tight throat swallowing your cock, constantly squeezing and fluttering, and your hand shifts to his chin, fingers pressed against the bend of his throat where it meets his jaw. gliding your fingers lower, you can feel your cock sliding against the walls of his throat. when he pulls back until just the heavy tip rests on his tongue, you feel with reverence the way he swallows it down, following the movement of the tip of your cock with each finger it passes.

below, you watch in amusement as he jerks himself off, motions quick and shallow but involving the motion of his whole arm from the shoulder. he moans as he swallows your cock, and your head falls back as your cock throbs from the tight vibrations.

"fuck, taehyung, good boy," you groan, listening to him choke and gag on it as if he couldn't get enough. saliva coats your dick, and it drips down his chin. his parted lips allow him to moan and when he closes his lips around it, he redefines the word 'suck'.

his cheeks hollow, his eyes roll back, and he's so warm and wet around you that your control snaps and you yank his head forward, burying your cock deep in him. he whimpers so perfectly when he feels your cum sliding down his throat, swallowing rapidly. his lashes flutter as he pushes himself deeper and his lips press against your base, making you grunt sharply, fingers tightening in his hair.

even when your grip loosens, your uneven breaths steadying, taehyung keeps you in his mouth, feeling his own hot cum drip down his twitching cock. he doesn't stroke himself, doesn't pull away – just contents himself during the aftermath of his high with keeping his mouth full, blinking slowly like a cat at the hazy middle-distance.

you have to slide him off your cock and he protests, whimpering softly as his nails dig into your thigh. you wrap a hand around yourself, pumping it slowly, and taehyung stares on yearningly, licking his lips subconsciously when a bead of cum slides down your tip.

"do i need to look at what you've done," you ask, though your voice remains steady at the end like a statement. "pretty thing, we are in my office. that means no messes."

"doesn't feel as good as when you're in me," he rasps, leaning up and kissing the base of your cock. "please, baby? promise i'll clean up later."

"you can't always get your way through flattery," you chuckle as he stands, tilting and falling against you as if he belongs there, wrapped in your arms. one hand travels further down and cups his ass, squeezing the supple warmth of it. he moans airily.

"it's worked so far," he whispers. "go sit down, big boy. gonna ride you like you deserve."

"what, you're going to tease this gorgeous little ass and i'm not allowed to have a taste?" you tease, and taehyung grins, pressing chest-to-chest with you. "you're a cruel man."

he smiles, still panting softly, and presses his lips to the line of your jaw. "maybe later," he murmurs. "will you clean me up and take care of me afterwards?"

"depends on my mood, pretty," you hum, guided over to your seat and watching as he sets himself atop your lap. you squeeze his thighs, sitting up against his back.

"you're a chivalrous man, boss. you wouldn't force me to walk home with your cum dripping down my leg," he chuckles, placing his ass over your cock and grinding against it. he grips the armrest and turns his head over his shoulder to kiss you, the other hand coming up to grip your hair. "mm – fuck me already. wanna feel your cock fill me up like a whore – been waiting for ages to get you alone for this."

"you could always call me outside of work, you know?"

"but where's the fun in that?" he teases, and sinks down on your cock with a breathy relieved moan that makes you shiver.

holy fuck. he's so damn warm, so wet. for a moment your thoughts fizzle out into pleasant static shooting down your spine and out to your fingers and toes. just being with him, close to him, enveloped by his faint blue cologne, makes heaven an afterthought.

when you come to and open your eyes – despite not remembering closing them – you are met with taehyung's soft smoky gaze, his warm palm cupping your cheek. he smiles, breathless, as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing your foreheads together. "you're handsome when you come."

after taking a moment to gather yourself, you frown slightly, shifting your hands higher on his thighs. no, you are most certainly still hard. "wishful thinking, much?"

"no, that was better than watching you come." he nuzzles into your cheek and jaw, then presses your foreheads together again with a soft roll of his hips. the action has you gasping and he slots his mouth against yours, taking advantage of the moment of weakness to slip his tongue between your teeth.

knowing he, your quiet, pretty little secretary, is the one to bring you down from your pedestal, fills him with insurmountable pride. smugness, too – a healthy dose of it. after all, the media made you into the country's most eligible bachelor, and still here you were, leaning into his touch like a soft college boyfriend. you've spent every waking moment since you turned eighteen having columnists nipping at your heels and biting into your clothes, your friends, your love life, and anything else they can twist into drama or some moral fault with you. he knows how high your walls are because of it and the fact that you decided to give him a chance, to let him help you, despite looking like every one of the scandalmongers who've ever hurt you, makes him proud.

you'd never truly lost that pureness about you, that faith in people's goodness that most lose the first time they're betrayed by those they love. that is a very hard thing to do when so many close to you have had some dark immortal want to leech out of you.

taehyung's getting ahead of himself. he can start thinking such things when you start calling him your boyfriend.

"i missed you," he whispers, breath hitching as the ridge of your cockhead catches on his rim. he reaches behind himself, guiding himself onto your dick, and his fingernails dig into your shoulder as he throws his head back with a breathless moan.

"yeah?" you murmur, because you can't ever stay upset at taehyung. "it's only been a few hours. fuck. mm – couldn't have known. maybe you should've sent me a few more videos of yourself."

he tries to gasp in offence, but it comes out too breathy, too pleased. he bounces on your lap with his creamy thighs bracketing yours. "pig. why do you want videos when you have the real thing right in front of you?"

"so i can remember you on lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms."

he scoffs, chuckling softly as he circles his hips, making you groan and tighten your grip on him. he cups the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. "give me a promotion, big boy. then your nights won't have to be so lonely."

"you and your silver tongue," you murmur, placing your hands on the curve of his ass, the tiny dip of flesh at the base of his spine. he arches into your touch with a soft sigh, clenching around you and enveloping you in his velvety heat.

"mhm. you know what my tongue can do," he teases, content to fill himself up with you and do nothing else for the rest of the day. he could sit here, pretty as a princess, for the rest of his life and he'd have no qualms about it.

you, however, have different ideas.

you hook your arms under his thighs and rise to your feet, swiping pens and papers clear of your desk and onto the floor with a clatter – he laughs – and you set him down on your desk, kissing his jaw and neck. you nip at his earlobe and he growls in warning playfully, yanking your hair to bring your throat closer to him. he sucks a hickey onto the sensitive skin, the sting giving way to pleasure far too easily.

he spreads his knees and leans back, grabbing your cock with one hand and bracing against the desk with the other, and slips you back inside him with a long moan of bliss. "y-you're so big..."

"don't stroke my ego," you chuckle, stroking his soft, smooth hips and thighs as you thrust hilt-deep into him, easier now that he's adjusted. "god knows it's big enough as it is."

"of course i have to. you're the – the top man." his breath hitches as your cock glides against his swollen prostate, dragging against it roughly with how tightly he's stretched around you. he swears he can follow the line of the veins when it rides against his gummy walls with a harsh thrust. "oh, fuck! baby!"

"that feel good, hm?" you murmur into his ear, the sweet decadence of it rolling over his brain like waves over the shore.

"yes," he moans, eyes rolling back as you press into him, a single shift of the angle of your hips enough to make his back arch and his mouth fall open. "yes, yes! ah, f-fuck, right there – right there, harder, don't stop..."

you know his body like the back of your hand. gripping his thighs until they dimple under your fingertips, you pull out until just the tip rests against his hole. with a snap of your hips, you bury yourself deep in his warmth, making him jerk and cry out. his cock spurts prematurely and he gnaws on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut to will down his budding high. his nails dig into your shoulders.

"i told you," he pants, glistening eyes raising to meet yours. "harder."

what your secretary wants, he gets.

your cock slams directly into his prostate and he gasps, whimpering softly as you set a quick, hungry pace. still unsatisfied, you push your mouth against his, tongue dipping between his lips to taste his coffee.

milk, two sugars.

he always had a sweet tooth.

his damp hair sticks to his temples, the perfect salon waves bouncing rapidly with each smack of your hips against his ass. he moans into your mouth as his cock jerks, swollen and heavy against his slim stomach. it bounces with each powerful thrust and he cries out, the sweet sound echoing in your office for anyone to hear.

he whines softly, a softer sound than he'd ever let anyone else hear. he claws at your shoulders and sides, panting against your lips and submitting to your demanding kisses with messy clouded lust. the slap of skin on skin only arouses him further and he grabs your tie in a white-knuckled grip, tugging your mouth down against his the moment it parts for air.

"close," he whimpers into the kiss, and his eyes flutter back into his skull as your cock punches the breath out of his lungs, fucking him faster, harder, deeper. he opens his eyes, half-lidded and dazed, as you sweep his hair out of his eyes, combing it back gently with your fingers.

you tug. he comes.

his velvety searing heat swallows you whole, animal in its hunger, and he digs his heels into your lower back, forcing your cock deeper in him until you have no choice but to follow him over the precipice, crashing over it like blue waves over white rock. his pleasure is engulfing, almost stifling despite his tenderness. he curls into your grasp, panting and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and his hot, shuddering breath stirs against the fine skin of your collarbone.

when your hips slow to give him a moment of respite – surely he'd want one, you thought, barely able to eke out a gasp of your name – he instead takes the chance to chastise you.

"couldn't you have... finished... any faster?" he huffs, his chest heaving as he gulps down air between words. "you've a meeting in five minutes."

with your thoughts still lingering on the image of taehyung's bliss and the clandestine knowledge that he'd made a mess on your desk, you take a moment to respond. when you do, you're incredulous.

"wait, are you trying to keep me on schedule? now?"

"it's... it's office hours. i still have to do my job." he rolls his eyes, as if you aren't balls-deep inside of him. you remind him with a few shallow, gentle thrusts – he sucks in a shaky breath and tips his head back with a shake to let his bangs fall more comfortably over his forehead. "lord knows you're not the one keeping an eye on your timetable."

"we can talk about that later, and just reschedule that damn meeting. they'll wait for me." you press your lips to the dip just beneath his ear and he hums, lazily content. then, as if remembering that he has to play bad cop and not laze in the comfort of your touch, his eyes flutter open and his mouth thins into a straight line.

"you're making a bad habit out of this," he argues. there he is – your fiery assistant. if you looked at him now, you'd never know he'd just been making dirty videos with sultry smiles.

"the best kind of habit," you murmur, shifting your hips. his breath hitches and his grip tightens involuntarily on your shoulder, making you smirk. "don't worry, taehyung. i'll give you the rest of the day off. you need one – at least today because of me."

his frown deepens at your cheeky comment, even though his cheeks flush. "i don't take days off."

"you always say that, but what are you doing right now? working hard or hardly working?" you tease, sliding your hands up his thighs and hips.

"it's – different," he manages to gasp out, clicking his tongue when your nails drag over the veins of his messy cock. "stop that. you have a meeting, remember?"

you draw your hand back. "i was working when you sent me those videos. i seem to recall you were, too. this feels unfair."

"unfair?" he repeats. "you liked them. you always like them." he pauses. "don't you?"

"i'm not sure the other people on the train appreciate your beauty as much as i do." you kiss him and he hums, accepting your tongue into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. "don't stop sending your videos."

"is that an order, big boy?" he whispers.

"yes, it is," you reply, and he smiles, brief and sweet. you pull out of him gently, rubbing the join between his hip and thigh soothingly as he moans softly through bitten lips. "now, you have an email to write. that meeting won't postpone itself."

he huffs, allowing you to help him down from your desk. he turns around, leaning over it to grab his laptop from the corner, and you press yourself into his back and ass, teasing your cock against his hole. the coffee he grabbed for you sits cold on the edge of your desk next to the pen holder.

"tell me what the email says," you murmur into his neck, caressing his stomach with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other.

taehyung's breath shudders as he nods, opening up the calendar and shifting the meeting to three days later. moving it a few hours means you look sloppy with your time management, and so does one day. three days looks like a choice – like you have better things to do with your time. these men don't have anyone else to go to, so they'll wait for you no matter what.

"your conference with mr ln has been moved to thursday, august twenty-first. please see attached—" he closes his eyes as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, gently squeezing. "p-please see attached a link to your updated appointment."

you shrug, peppering kisses over the freckles of his neck and shoulder. "good enough. send it."

he clicks send and closes his laptop, pushing it away as you lift him into your arms. he gasps and wraps his limbs around you, holding tight as you move him to the couch on the other side of the room. you hover over him as he pants softly, staring up at you with dark eyes and plump red lips.

"by the way, i've received message that your suit's been delivered to your home," you say with a soft smile. "you're going to outshine everyone at that stupid awards ceremony."

"you say that as if you won't like seeing me in it. you can fuck me in it in the car afterwards. you bought it, after all." his eyes glint dangerously. "maybe i'll wear a surprise under it – to celebrate your successes, of course."

you grin, filthy and boyish, and taehyung's heart flutters. "you've just made me very excited for that day. come grab coffee with me after work – we can test how much space i have in my backseat."

#jiminiecrickets nsfw #am i back??

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cinnaminyoons · 27 days

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Hey do you still take requests

hi :> technically, yes

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cinnaminyoons · 27 days

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Hello, do you have piercings?

Have a good day!!

hi, yeah i do! seven, all on my ears :) it's how i tell people that im fruity

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cinnaminyoons · 27 days

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hey just checking up!! are you doing okay? you haven't been updating much :(

hey i'm doing alright thank you :) just burnout i think. trying to write finish my million wips

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i’m watching the mv sketch for standing next to you and the seeing jungkook in the wings and suit reminded me of oddity sm ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥rereading expeditiously

oh nice!! much appreciated, confused but trying his best demon jk is one of my faves <3

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cinnaminyoons · 6 months

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happy halloween mother truckers!

HONEY WILD & MANNA-DEW. JJK / M!READER

summary. you have stepped on the toes of a vampire whose possessiveness knows no bounds.

wc. 8.1k

tags. smut | vampire!jk, werewolf!reader, dom bottom!jk, sub top!reader, jk calls r. mutt/dog/pup/puppy, ownership/collars (r. receiving), god kink (?) and worship (jk receiving), sadomasochism, degradation (r. receiving), blood drinking, brief knife play, multiple orgasms

"take it off."

"not until you learn how to behave," he purrs, dancing his fingers up your bare arm. you shiver; his touch is as cold as ice. "i know that you're my good boy, darling, but you can't go around touching others, kissing others, when you already have me to please."

"take it off," you repeat, a little bit of a whine glancing off of your words. you tug at the smooth leather, and the silver heart-shaped tag clinks against itself with every move. your face explodes with heat as jungkook hooks his finger under it and drags you down to his level, crushing his lips to yours.

you moan softly as he walks you to the wall, not stopping until he has you pinned in place next to the foyer mirror. it's a silver antique, intricately hand-chased and set with mother-of-pearl. he cages your wrists by your temples as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. his slick white fangs glide against your lower lip, teasing his control – how easy it would be to let go and draw blood.

you squirm, feeling his clothed bulge rut lazily against your thigh. then, just as you begin to stiffen, he pulls away entirely.

he hums as he glances in the mirror. his soft, luxurious black clothes float in the shape of him and he tucks his shirt in tighter, fixing up the folds of cloth. he glances aside at you, your warm expression a mess of embarrassment and want. his lip curves.

"fix up your trousers," he says airily, swiping his thumb over his lower lip. he smacks them softly and glides past you, placing his hands on your hips to move you out of the way. "nobody gets to see you like this but me. do you understand?"

"yes," you breathe, throat bobbing as he bends over to tuck his heels into his shoes. his hand braces against the edge of the buffet table – his fingers are adorned with platinum rings and bracelets, sparkling under the midday sunlight.

"good boy," he croons, beckoning with one jewellery-laden hand. you can imagine so vividly how it'd look wrapped around your neck, your cock…

"what are you thinking about?"

"nothing," you lie quickly. "nothing at all."

his lips quirk up. "mm, just as i like you. heel, puppy – keep up."

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you shift your jacket collar higher around your neck, rubbing it self-consciously. the jingle of the metal tag is muffled against the cloth, but you still feel that it's too loud – that every glance in your direction is because they hear it and know your shame.

you swallow and adjust your collar one more time before stepping onto the soft greenery of the park. a playground on the other side is full of life – children screaming and laughing, parents watching from benches or helping their toddlers chase after their older siblings. on the edge of the park nearest the university, several clumps of students tap away at their laptops and scribble on notepads.

"yn-hyung!"

the screech barely gives you enough time to turn around before a body barrels straight into yours, knocking you clean to the ground. you laugh, grabbing their shoulders and wrestling them into the soft, clean grass. after a short but intense battle, you emerge victorious, grinning down at taehyung.

he beams up at you, wriggling his way out of your grip and pouncing on your back. you lift him up with ease, hoisting him higher, and he hums softly as you hike towards the group of familiar smiling faces.

"there you are!" hoseok chirps, his face bright. "we were wondering when you were going to arrive. taehyung-ah was about to cry."

"was not," he denies, burying his face in your shoulder. "he's just saying that to deflect! he was really worried when you were five minutes late. you'd think he was told you died or something."

"idiot, i told you not to say anything about that!"

you set taehyung down, but as soon as you lower yourself to join the group, he's practically on top of you, nibbling on your shoulder when you aren't looking. you don't notice, too busy yapping away with changbin next to you about the beat of the new song he's producing for an assessment. namjoon takes taehyung's shoulder and guides him away before you play-fight him for ruining your jacket with bite marks.

taehyung isn't so fussed about it – not like he usually is. he frowns, staring at your side profile, and leans in towards namjoon, whose brows are knitted in concentration as he leans over a mid-size canvas. he's filling in the park and city views as a charcoal piece.

"hyung," he whispers urgently, "he's nervous."

namjoon cocks a brow. he matches taehyung's volume. "nervous?"

"well, i don't know... fear, maybe? it's, like..." he scrunches his nose, snapping his fingers in irritation. "stress? i dunno, it's a little sweet, too... it's like when you're a kid and want to go on the biggest roller coaster at the park."

"are you sure?" you couldn't look more relaxed, but taehyung's never one to lie. "ask him."

taehyung clings to your arm. his features are pinched with concern, brown eyes huge and glimmering with worry. "hyung? hyungie? are you okay?"

you glance down at him, breaking off your conversation about how to incorporate baroque conventions into a modern piece. "hm? what are you talking about?"

"you're worried," he whispers, which catches changbin's attention. hoseok peers over, half of a daisy crown coming together in his lap. "you're never worried. you know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

he rests his head against your shoulder, peering up at you with massive eyes. you shove down the spike in your heartbeat. "no, i'm not," you chuckle, trying – very desperately – to sound confused. "i'm fine, taetae. maybe you're picking up changbin-ah? he's scrapped his draft four times."

"it's true. i'm losing my mind," he supplies.

taehyung shakes his head insistently. "no, it's you! what's wrong? you can tell us. is it a love problem? i give great love advice."

"but you're single," changbin ponders aloud.

"which makes my advice even better, since i'm not blinded by rose-tinted glasses." he sniffs, affronted. "you'd also give you good advice."

"hey!"

"if you're worried, we're worried," taehyung declares, firmly grabbing your shoulders with an intense look in his eyes. "what's going on?"

"it's nothing, taehyung, don't worry yourself."

namjoon's eyes widen slightly. "it's nothing? so there is a thing that's upsetting you?"

changbin leans forward with furrowed brows. he peels away the collar of your shirt, revealing the thick leather band.

hoseok gasps, eyes growing as huge as saucers. taehyung grabs your jacket and yanks it down around your biceps, ignoring your soft growl of warning.

"who did this?" he demands, and namjoon leans around him to take a look. his charcoal stick slips from his fingers onto his canvas, making a small dark mark.

shit.

you scoff at the grass, ripping blades out of the soft dirt. "i got into a fight with a vampire," you mutter. "he was hungry, or something. when i came to, this thing was on me. you shouldn't touch it," you say quickly, pulling taehyung's hands down. "it's silver."

"it's burning you," hoseok states worriedly, shifting closer. they crowd around you, tilting your head away to get a better look at the thing. your cheeks burn with heat. "does it hurt much? i could call jin-hyung! he's got those big tailor scissors – i bet they'd cut through this."

"and be indebted to a vampire? no way," taehyung scoffs, tentatively poking the silver detailing punched into the leather. he flinches back and rubs his fingertips together. "this is why we don't fraternise with them, hyung! they're mean and treat everyone else like walking blood bags. that parasite probably thinks he won that fight. quick, everyone, let's help get this off of him!"

—

"what are you wearing?"

you startle, hackles rising as you spin on your heel. the vampire lowers his crossed arms, his hip leaning back against the stone kitchen counter. his gaze is heavy, suspicious, staking you in place – you resist the urge to whimper apologies.

"jungkook." you lick your lips. your throat is dry. "what are you doing in my house? how did you even get in here?"

"your house?" he scoffs, drumming his fingers rhythmically against the white stone. his fingers glitter with jewels. "this little shack is mine. an altar, so to speak – you worship me here, tuck away pieces of me as a keepsake when you think i'm not aware."

he saunters towards the entrance of your apartment, stopping just shy of you. his gaze trails down your neck, your chest, your belt. it flickers back up to your neck, and you shift uncomfortably, trying to shoulder your jacket into closing up at the throat.

"why else would i be able to stand here alone, awaiting my little puppy in the place he calls home?" he murmurs, reaching up and flicking his fingers. your throat bobs, bare and naked. he hums softly, drawing his hand away, and the collar slips back over the soft skin. "you've made this place mine. i feel it in the air, in the wood knots of your furniture. you're such a gift," he chuckles softly, tracing your cheek, "so sweet and giving..."

your heart pounds against your ribcage, raw and red. your chest tightens as he slides his fingers around your neck, jewellery cold and hard against your skin. you shrink into the back of the front door, but he follows – a beautiful ghoul, skin pale as ivory but with lips as red as blood. he knows the direction of your eyes and those lips curve upwards, baring white fangs too big and cruel for his pretty face.

"but i... but i bought it," you whine softly, unable to say anything cleverer.

jungkook ghosts his lips over your jaw, tilting up to catch your earlobe between his teeth. his other hand cups your ribs, slowly creeping towards your spine like a vine.

"oh, silly puppy," he admonishes with condescending sickly-sweetness. his fingers trace the vertebrae of your spine. "do you think that i'm bound by measly human rules? me? i ruled over men like you, dog. they fought each other with teeth and nails to warm my bed, to feed me, to robe me after my baths. time has passed since then, but all you pretty things remain the same: stupid, tiny, worthless."

his grip tightens, sharp nails digging into your jugular. his eyes flash as his mouth curls into a sneer. "can't even obey a simple command... it required the absence of action, and yet you still couldn't manage it. where is it, mutt?"

"j-jungkook—"

"silence." his fangs trace your artery, pressing ever so slightly to the soft skin. he moans, able to feel the rapid pump of your heart pulsing through it. "i asked where. not for excuses."

with your head tipped back against the front door, you fumble with your jacket, pulling out the leather collar. your hands shake as you offer it, the heavy silver buckle at the back still in one piece. it's the leather that's broken, torn against the grain like a piece of paper. the heart-shaped tag clinks with your trembles.

gently, he picks it up, running his thumb over the tag with his name on it, and relishes in the slight sting the silver courses through his black veins. a heart-shaped abrasion mars the hollow of your throat, a shade or two too red. it's warm to the touch, like a burn.

it won't scar, but jungkook wishes it would. you look so lovely with his initials emblazoned on your skin.

he doesn't say anything for a long while. he turns the collar over in his hands. you remain still, tense as a rabbit under a wolf.

what does it say about you when you are no longer the wolf of the wilds, strongest of his pack?

"it's alright, my dear," he murmurs, tossing the collar aside on a small round table next to the door. "i know you would never do such a thing. it's just a piece of leather and metal, after all."

your shoulders slump. your lips part and a ripple of a whisper escapes them. "but... it's not just leather and metal..."

"hm? speak up, pup. i didn't quite catch that."

this motherfucker...

you swallow around the nervousness in your throat, lifting your chin. you haven't quite managed to look him in the eyes this time. "it's not just leather and metal to me."

"oh?" he smiles pleasantly, cosying up to you and draping his arm over your shoulder. his other hand traces your ribs, stopping over your heart. he taps it with one pointed nail and his eyes flicker up to you coyly. "then what is it, my dear?"

"i kind of... i liked it," you whisper shamefully, staring at your feet. you have to turn your head aside to avoid jungkook's searching gaze. "i want to belong to you. feels right to. after that night... my whole life belongs to you."

he looses a breath, tipping your chin towards him with one soft-palmed hand. "you're mine, then? my little guard dog?"

you find yourself nodding harder than intended, a deep yearning in your soul pulling you towards him. at the sight, jungkook's soft smile grows cocky, and he chuckles.

"very well, my puppy. i'll make another for you and you can wear it everywhere you go, reminded of me with every step and jostle." he seems satisfied at that. he stares up at you through his lashes, expectant. "well, what do you say?"

"thank you." it rushes out in a single exhalation. you want to throw yourself on him, smother him in your scent, mark him as yours as he hasn't let you before. maybe he'll make you his; your heart flutters. "th-thank you, thank you. i'm – i've never wanted anything more."

"mmhm. you should try harder to stop them from taking it off of you next time. i'm disappointed you didn't hide it better. but," he interrupts, "what really matters isn't what it is. it's what it represents. do you understand that, mutt?"

you nod, staring at his lips. the bulge in your pants is getting hard to ignore.

"hm." he smiles. "liar. that collar lets it be known that you surrender all that you were to me, puppy, and it shows everyone just how devoted you are to me. you're not yn; you're not a leader." his fingers tug at your belt, and it comes loose in one fell swoop. "you're only mine. my good puppy. repeat that to me."

"you're – i'm only yours," you gasp, your brain gradually growing heavier the longer you stare into his piercing, hypnotising eyes, smoky and crimson. his pupils are fuller than usual – a full moon, but black as deep space.

you feel your head swimming. keeping your eyes on his is the easy part – everything else seems to blur, straight lines fluttering like heatwaves over asphalt roads. he traces your lips with his thumb and his own tick upwards when you lean into his touch.

"that's right." he presses his chest to yours, slipping his thumb between your lips – you groan softly as his thumb rides the ridges of your teeth. he smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth. you pant softly, twisting a fist in his shirt. "your teeth are so small," he giggles, his own sharp fangs flashing in the light, "so flat and dull. you really are helpless outside of the week of a full moon. that just won't do."

his nails dig into the sensitive skin just behind the corner of your jaw. his eyes narrow. "make yourself pretty in the bedroom. i must... prepare."

he's a killer, you think vaguely while you obey, moving slow and silent, in a haze. you watch your hands travel up behind your head, pulling the cotton nape of your shirt over your head. you move to your shoes, your pants. he's a killer and you can't fight it, not even if you wanted to – the urge to obey him is hot under your skin, thrumming with power.

you feel yourself lower to the ground, the floors cold and hard under your knees. the room is colder than you usually like it and the bedsheets are untucked, pillows tossed about haphazardly.

you swallow, returning your gaze to the floor. your heart hammers. he'd slept in your bed, mingling his scent with your sheets – his gentle vanilla shampoo, his enhungering natural danger. you can smell it: a sweet tug at the back of your mind, like an instinct to turn around after spotting something eye-catching in passing.

you shouldn't be here, on your knees with your breath held for a man who only cares about what you can give him. you shouldn't be a servant in your own home.

but you can't stop coming back to him. the little taehyung in your head tells you to walk away and forget all about him because vampires can't be trusted not to run with a pair of scissors, let alone care for another person beyond anything skin-deep. they're solitary creatures by nature, and nothing lives for half as long as they do – why does anything beyond themselves matter if it dies in a breath?

but you can't stop coming back to him. it almost makes you angry. bitter. but every time he looks at you with eyes just a little softer, every time he tells you charming stories about his youth, you manage to trick yourself into thinking that maybe – just maybe – you could be what he thinks he's never needed.

"mm, that's what i love to see."

his soft voice echoes in your head. you glance up as he nudges the bedroom door shut. he wears a pair of short black gloves, the edge curving towards his knuckles in a convex arc. he spins a short silver dagger between his fingers like a drumstick, twirling and folding and flipping, and you're mesmerised.

"would you like to have a look at it?" he asks gently, stepping closer. he perches on the end of the bed, guiding your head to rest against his thigh, and strokes your hair as he brings it closer for your inspection.

you reach out to touch it. he tilts it away. "ah-ah, love. it's silvered. that's why i'm wearing these gloves."

"where'd you get it?" you murmur. mortality is a sensitive topic for him – you wouldn't have thought he'd keep something that can kill him so close.

he brushes your hair from your face, flipping the blade lengthwise in his palm to show you the intricate carvings of the wooden handle and cross-guard. a relief of a woman is imprinted into the handle on either side. "winter, seventeen-eighteen. i liked to travel. this thing stuck me right here."

he touches a finger to your back, below the shoulder blades and between the ribs. "isn't it strange how something so small and pretty tried to end me? it's like a sparrow kicking a buffalo and hoping it dies."

"it's pretty," you agree, resting your cheek against his thigh. you gaze up at him. "but... why are you showing this to me?"

he only smiles. "get on the bed and lay on your back."

you do. in a heartbeat. he could kill you right then and there. you don't care – or maybe you do.

you don't know anything, not really. with him, everything is measured in infinites and uncertainties. jungkook glows like the moon, bright and good, kissing a well-worn path down your chest and stomach, and you close your eyes to the feeling of his cool touch gliding down your sides.

he lifts himself to your lips, allowing you to initiate the kiss – he hums, settling his naked weight on top of you. had he always been bare?

"this dagger pierced me here," he whispers, placing his hand over your heart between the third and fourth ribs. he licks his lips, feeling it pound like a drum. "it went all the way through. but when i opened my eyes, i saw the moon and all her stars through the treetops, and i knew then that i was meant for bigger things."

he reaches down with a coy smile, wrapping his fingers around you boldly. "maybe this is it."

your voice gets left behind in the anticipation, rushing and tingly. his palm slides over your tip and up your stomach.

"since then, i've felt... different," he says softly. "i found no pleasure in the chase – only their little deaths. life was boring now that i knew they could not touch me in ways that mattered. but then i found you, tiny and wounded, and when you looked up at me with fire and blood i wondered if i'd been going about it all wrong."

he slams the dagger straight through your headboard, inches from your face – the wood splits – you flinch away and a strange choked moan escapes your throat.

"you were special." he slides his cock against yours and lowers a hand to angle you against his hole. the other hand tightens around your wrist, pinned to the mattress. "you made me want again. you shouldn't have – you were just another little bug who bit off more than he could chew. you should've made me smile in pity. but you were still baring your teeth, leaning towards me even though you couldn't walk by yourself, and you made me want to be wanted."

he presses the tip of your cock into his ass and throws his head back, moaning breathily as he sinks down on it and rolls his hips.

you resist the urge to buck up into him – your head falls back to the pillows. he dips his head into the crook of your neck, laving the soft skin with his hot kisses and sharp white fangs. he rocks his body: back and forth, tight circles. he writes his name with his hips and smiles when you whine for him, strong thighs tensing under him.

he shifts on his knees and bounces on your cock – harder, rougher, skin slapping obscenely. he leans back, staring down at you with crimson eyes. his cock bumps against his stomach and he wraps his thin fingers around it, smirking as your gaze flickers down to it. he swipes the precum across his tip with a louder moan than all the rest, pumping himself in time with his bounces.

your head falls back and you close your eyes to the sound of his pleasure. in this moment, as his sharpened nails rake stinging lines down your chest and stomach, you are nothing – nothing but a toy, a temporary trinket. your tongue drags over your lower lip and jungkook's gaze snaps to it.

he leans in, his hips slowing. he tucks his clawlike nail against your lips, drawing the bottom one back, and lets it snap back against your teeth. a smile creeps slowly across his features as you gaze up at him, glass-eyed, your heart pounding in your ribcage as your cock twitches in his tight heat.

it's so strange, you think vaguely, that his skin is cold but his core is not. perhaps he is a god, carrying the heart of a star in that doll-like hollow of his chest.

your arms flex above your head. you want to touch; it's in your nature. like a fire, you're entranced by the devastation such beauty can create – and, like a fire, you can't help but sift your fingers through the dancing flames, teasing burns for the heat and adrenaline. there's only so far you can press before something bites back, but you'd take anything jungkook gives.

you call yourself his, and he kisses your eyelids.

"good puppy," he whispers, fingers digging into your jaw. he rushes in, conquering your lips without regard, and you groan into it, gliding your tongue against his as he cages your hips between his thick thighs and forces them still.

his love is magnetic. he sits back with a breathy moan, licking his lips. a thin trickle of your blood stains the corner of his mouth, and a twitch of your own tongue brings the smooth-edged nick to the front of your mind.

his eyes blaze with demoniac intensity – not quite fury, not just lust. it is a pure, base need, like the look of a starved man presented with a banquet. he bounces quicker on your cock, baring those too-big teeth with a morbid sensuality, sharp white points glistening under the swipe of a scarlet tongue. you whine his name, half-swallowed whimpers knocked out of your lungs.

"stop breathing like that," he hisses, accentuating that word with a drop of his ass that has you recoiling, halfway to pain. "you – your heart – it's so fucking loud," he growls. "nngh, shut up shut up shut up—"

your cock burns inside of him. he squeezes his eyes shut, pushing his fingers against your bleeding lips until his palm finds purchase around the shape of your jaw and muzzles you. your dull fingernails dig into the firm flesh of his thighs.

on one particular plunge of his hips, he clamps around you just as he travels the length of your cock, and it itches a nerve-deep restlessness in the back of your brain that has your eyes rolling briefly back and your cock erupting prematurely inside of him. you claw at his wrist, relearning the difference between your body and his. a strange noise escapes your chest, bubbling out of your throat and collecting a cry and a sob from the shallow of your mouth.

his eyes snap open, dazzling in their hell-flame glow. he looms in, throwing your hand off of his thigh and onto the bed by your head. his claws tear at the linens. he buries his face in your neck, so close that you can hear the churning sound of his tongue as it licks his teeth and lips.

the dark lashes flutter rapidly against the supersensitive skin of your throat as his shivering lips ghost over your collarbones and adam's apple. the cold tip of his nose brushes your skin with each heavy jolting drop of his hips. when you begin to whine louder, muffled, behind his palm, squirming as he milks you of everything you have, he doesn't say a thing to chastise you.

the hot breath on your neck is heavy and trembling. every part of him is plagued with the same shuddering animalistic lust. you don't doubt for a second that he can hear the dog shaking off in the yard across the street, or the simmering of the hot water tank next door.

amongst all of that white noise, he chooses you. you are the only one worthy of his full attention – the pounding of your heart reaches your ears, throbbing in your fingertips, pumping harder than ever to even attempt to keep pace with him. he presses his mouth to your artery, the hard dents of sharp teeth pushing torturously into your skin.

the message he didn't intend to send is clear. you are his toy, and he isn't teasing you – he's teasing himself. you can only close your eyes in languorous ecstasy, waiting – waiting with beating heart.

abruptly, he tugs his hips off of your cock, hissing softly as his thighs tense and untense. your cock falls to your stomach with a wet tap and your muscles relax with a judder, finally allowed some semblance of relief. your cum is smeared along your length, creating a frothy white right around your base, and it drips down jungkook's inner thigh behind his aching, swollen cock, on the cusp of a high.

nose buried in the side of your neck, he reaches up, groping for the headboard. his fingers wrap around the dagger and he wrenches it out of the thick wood, dusting the pillows with a fine wooden rain. he wipes the blade against the top edge of a distant pillow and lifts his lips from your throat, only to set the blade against the bulb of your throat. you gasp sharply and the knife rides against your throat as you gulp harshly, the sound echoing in your ears.

with a soft exhale, jungkook turns his red gaze over his shoulder, his hand sliding down and down until it finds your cock, gliding loosely over it until it finds the hot tip of it and guides it towards his ass again. you wince as the lapse of attention has the knife denting your skin. he rocks his hips backwards onto your dick.

"no..." you drawl out the whine, struggling weakly against his weight caging your hips. a sharp discomfort grows in your gut as he plays with your cock, handling it carelessly. "no more..."

he tightens his grip on your shaft, not sparing you a glance. the twisting curve of his spine, the lean angles of his body – it's like art.

jungkook hushes you absent-mindedly, like someone speaking to a panicking kitten. "quiet, little one..."

you're not little in any sense of the word. you lead your pack as their primary defender, their protector. he is more svelte than raw unbridled force, which you are – the reminder only makes it all the more humiliating, put at knifepoint of a man-shaped monster who weighs ninety pounds sopping wet and who you could throw with a good wind-up. how he's so light, you don't know, as dead vampires don't leave bodies to study, and no living – ha – vampire would ever degrade themselves by allowing medical students to poke around their innards.

despite this – fuck, you can barely think straight anymore, going off on such mental tangents – jungkook stares you down as if he's the most powerful man in the world, letting the head of your cock pop in and out of his slick asshole to see you squirm, lashes fluttering and tongue darting out to wet your parted lips.

there is a time and place for tears, but when all you can think about – all you have, all you can cup in your palms without breaking – is jungkook's pretty little waist, the shelf of his hips and ass, it's hard not to ruin and be ruined. you cannot control anything, but jungkook is holding your hand, and the illusion of being able to control more than whether or not to squeeze back is enough for you.

"i know, puppy, i know. it's okay. i've got you."

the faint burn of the silver has your cock jumping shamefully. the idea of your blood threatening to break the surface and how it would burn his attention on you like a brand... you might just die without any input from the dagger at all.

"y-you're gonna make me come again," you whisper hoarsely, still struggling futilely. "ah—!"

he sinks halfway down your cock without flinching. he angles the silvered blade against your jawline, black-gloved knuckles pressing against your chin. it stings a little sharper. "don't," he demands, and his voice is harder, more of a growl than spoken word. it softens, playing with meekness and pity. "come inside me one more time and i'll make sure you won't again."

his voice is low, almost a whisper, but it seems to cut through the air and ring around the room and in your skull, pulling a weak groan from your lips as your cock throbs, choked by the heat of his plush walls around you. he shifts his grip on the dagger.

you barely have time to respond before he drops his hips the rest of the way. his insides swallow your cock voraciously, his brows furrowing and ruby lips parting as he slams down on your hips without a care. his head thrown back in taut ecstasy, he fucks you until you've got his skin under your fingernails, raking them down his hips and thighs. the wet smack of skin on skin, the squelch of your cum fucked deeper inside his heat – you arch against the silver suddenly and the rocking of the bed slides it against your skin.

drip.

jungkook's eyes fly open as the scent hits his nose. he yanks the dagger to his pale chest, the lurid red smeared along one silvered edge commanding his attention. his hips move unsteadily, the tendons of the back of his hand tightening and shifting under his hand as he grips the dagger ever tighter.

in a lapse of control, he fucks himself with a powerful grind of his ass, and he drags his scarlet tongue along the edge of the blade, his hot breath fogging the silver. he moans, a sound fuelled by an undercurrent of a growl, and flips the dagger expertly, lapping up the blood on the other side.

his cock is red and heavy, arching in the cool air as precome bubbles persistently down his tip and shaft. it pools between the ridges of your stomach and you grip his thighs, eyes wide as you stare up at him and the way his long tongue curls around the dagger with blissed-out exaltation.

he parts with it unwillingly. licking his lips, as if to savour it, he places it delicately back in the shattered hole in the headboard he made earlier, pushing it in until the cross-guard refuses to let it any deeper. gently, he swipes his thumb over your brow, wicking away the sweat gathering there.

with a soft exhalation of breath, he yanks your head back and dives in to attach his lips to your flesh with a moan.

jungkook's tongue is rough, perhaps to better collect the blood oozing from a wound. it must not work well enough for him, for he snarls, pushing those slick white teeth against your throat and scraping against the bulb of your throat. the power behind his thrusts is enough to shatter a lesser man's pelvis, and you clutch onto him for dear life, arms wrapped tight around his tiny waist and firm back.

the bedframe shakes. his toes curl.

his cock is crushed between your bodies, but he doesn't seem to care, even as it throbs and leaks for attention. his ass ricochets roughly against your hips, unstable and rippling – his hot gummy walls clench and strangle your cock as if he wants to kill you.

heat death, big freeze. same thing.

you come. he loses control and his teeth breach your delicate skin. his razor-pointed nails pinch into your neck from the hand cupping the arch of the base of your skull, drawing beads of blood where each point meets your flesh. blood pumps rapidly against his fingers, the pulsating rush of your arteries and veins hot under the thin protection you have against him.

skin glistening with sweat, you spill inside of him, pulsing inside his hot depths as you thrust up against him, muscles bulging until they tremble. your cock pumps him full and searing and he moans into your skin, slurping up the hot metal blood gushing into his mouth with hollowed cheeks and starved, fervent passes of his tongue.

his grip around your wrist feels like a dog's jaw, sufficient to snap human bone. luckily for you – or unluckily, as others would say – you are far hardier than that, and the pressure is heavy, but not painful. weighed down by his body, riding you and swallowing you like nothing else matters, you feel like a chew toy, gnawed and bitten. it's your one purpose. it's your only purpose.

in the white-hot daze of your high, focussing on the pale red-lipped face above you is easier than knowing anything else. his eyes glimmer in the dim light, star that he is.

he's terrible. he's beautiful. your blood drips from his chin down the swan-like curve of his neck, his claws digging deep into your skin, denting the flesh – teasing his own strength. the words fall out like comets burning through the atmosphere.

"what did you just call me?"

his voice is soft yet booms around the bedroom, filling the space like no other can. you release a shaky breath, numb to the world outside of his touch, and shift your hands tentatively higher, cupping his ribcage like something sacred.

"god," you whisper, wanton and reverent. "you are a god."

his scarlet lips curl in a smirk. he gazes down at you, soft and sweet like a farmer to his dog. god? he says, slinking and burning his way down your body. his sharp eyes glitter and gloat, gazing up at you through dark lashes the whole effect is that of a blood moon through the winter-bare woods. there are a great many gods out there, little one. you're putting me in the pen with the likes of zeus and poseidon, manwhores with hundreds of children between them. you say i'm venus, so envious of a gorgeous mortal girl she sends her on impossible journeys in the hope that she dies. you, then, call me whore, that jealous bitch?

"no! please, you're everything," you cry, desperate to rid him of the distrustful twist to his mouth. he feels your heart leap. you cup his cheeks, riding your thumb along the edge of his lips and placing the gathered blood on his tongue. he hums in soft content, sucking softly and hollowing his cheeks, staring down at you to ensure you're watching.

you are. how could you do anything but?

"and?" he purrs. "what's your defence?"

"forgive me," you whisper, your throat bobbing. "you're my god. just one. just mine."

he only allows himself to react when you bury your face in his shoulder, unable to see the wild gleam in his eyes or the feral sharpness in his smile. he cups the back of your head, hushing you, and he runs his tongue over his lips, your taste lingering on his breath like poison.

he licks his teeth, the soft sound louder next to the blood pumping in your ears. sweat trickles down your temple, down your neck, and jungkook lunges in, drawing it onto his tongue with a shuddering keen like an animal.

"i'm your only one?" he whispers, a ripple in the wind. "i am your god?"

you nod into his shoulder, throbbing under your skin. something about him – something about you – is rawer, redder, tonight. like meat over the fire, blood on the snow. you want to get your hands inside him, prove your strength. your desire. you want to pierce deep inside him where that dagger could not and show him that you deserve to be there, that you can do what no one else can.

"such a sweet little lamb," jungkook croons, dancing his touch down the inside of your elbow. he seizes your wrist and you gasp softly. he brings it to his lips, warm and plump with blood. he kisses the pulsing veins, feeling your heartbeat quicken under his thumb as he bares his teeth and presses the points of his canines against the soft warm skin. "i hunger for your sweet libation."

rather than give, he takes – fangs piercing your wrist, he closes his lips around the wound and his eyes flutter shut, his blue-veined eyelids delicate and shifting as he moans, his body rolling atop yours with a renewed hunger. this hunger is slow, yawning, maw open to swallow and gulp. he opens his eyes, and the first thing they do is search for yours in the semidarkness.

maybe you're kidding yourself, that you would be the first thing he looks for when he opens his eyes in a dark room. it's a fantasy – a lovely little marigold dream – but you keep thinking of it anyway, keeping it alive in chains and a cage at the back of your mind like a circus animal a hundred years ago. sure, it hurts to keep because it scratches and bites, but it'd hurt more to get rid of something with so much promise. so much potential.

his throat bobs steadily as he drinks, opening his ruby eyes and freezing you in place. when the flow begins to slow, he growls, grabbing your bloodied throat with his other hand and yanking you up, forcing gravity to do its work. like this, closer to him, you watch as he cradles your wrist, tilting his head against the two neat little gashes in your wrist like a kiss.

watching him drink is another obsession altogether. after every swallow, his scarlet tongue peeks out, lapping at your skin before his rosy lips close over the wounds.

you cradle his cheek, brushing his lustrous dark hair from his face, and he twists naturally with it, leaning into it as he moans softly, caressing your wrist with suck stark gentleness that it gives you whiplash.

that half-dead animal limps out of its cage to heal in the river.

"you stare too much."

your eyes drop to his shoulder. he takes your chin and tilts it back up, capturing your gaze.

"i didn't say i didn't like it."

a shaky breath escapes you, puffing warmly against his shoulder, where you rest your head. he detaches himself from your wrist to tug on your hair, lifting your face.

he licks his bloodstained lips, redder than any lipstick. "keep looking, my dear. have you seen what you do to me?"

wordlessly, you nod, throat bobbing harshly as you glance aside at your wrist. the blood flows down the inside of your arm, twirling down the length of it to drip from the point of your elbow. you shudder as he places his lips on the two little wounds, lapping it up like a melting popsicle.

he locks his gaze with yours throughout it all, heavy as he moans softly against your skin. finally, he drags his tongue over the wounds, kissing them better. he lifts your arm slightly, lowering his lips near the bottom of your arm and licking a long, twirling line back up, tracing the trickles of blood.

he lowers your hand, tongue swiping over his teeth as he links his arms behind your neck. he lowers his lips to yours, gifting a soft, almost chaste kiss upon them. your blood is like steel and sweets.

his soft breaths puff against your cheek, hot and lazy as he presses your cheeks together, cradling the back of your head so that you may not escape.

"you still want me like an animal," he breathes, loosing a soft chuckle. he rolls his hips, moaning softly as you grip his side tighter. "my good little puppy... your blood is like wine."

you tilt your head, baring the other side of your throat – the one unmarred by his bite. you close your eyes, feeling his incisors nibble at the skin.

"you like the pain, do you, pup?" he digs his blunt fingers into the healing wounds on the other side, already closed over. you've always been a quick healer, even amongst your own kind. jungkook relishes in the half-strangled groan that judders through your body. "sh-shhh... you can hold me, if you'd like."

you seize the opportunity, wrapping both of your arms securely around his waist, fingers digging into his waist and shoulder. shifting him on your cock, still buried inside of him, makes him moan, and he tightens around you as he takes a deep breath of your scent, the sweat and musk marking you as something dangerously alive.

risen-dead as he is, he has no such scent. he wears perfumes of all kinds, but it's a shallow fix to the fact that he feels so obsessed with your engulfing arms because you smell like you have lived – the sweet grass you lay in, the crushed petals soaked into your jeans, the sweat after a chase.

it almost makes him... jealous.

his teeth pierce your skin. you gasp in pain – this time he's so much rougher, sinking his teeth deeper into your veins and nicking the artery. he lets out a trembling moan as the blood spurts into his mouth, and his throat works excitedly to gulp it all down, the churning sound of his tongue lapping it up and swallowing making you dizzy. his claws dig into the sensitive skin under your jaw, keeping your head away from your shoulder.

your lashes flutter and you gasp, clutching onto his bruised hip tighter, his ribs tight against the inner side of your elbow. he's forgotten to keep up the act of breath, and his still chest against yours is in perpetual forward motion, his hips rocking roughly as an afterthought to his greatest pleasure at your neck. he leans in, and the arm braced against the bed trembles under your combined weight.

forward, forward. he drinks and drinks. your strength fails you and you collapse to the bed, squirming as your vision blurs in crimson and white. your oil-slick blood is hot on your skin and jungkook laps at your throat with a starved growl, nosing at your jaw.

you've felt like this before, the lines of the bedroom swimming in your vision, swirling like marble. you clutch your god, whose body rocks languidly atop yours, and the sting of his tongue sliding against the oily blood leaking from your neck burns a thousand times brighter, flaring along your nerves to the tips of your fingers.

you come inside of him like a broken dam. his leaking cock follows suit, spilling all over your stomach and glazing it in white. his eyes roll back as he moans around the blood pouring down his gullet, sweet and thick.

when he opens his eyes – dark brown – and licks the wounds to seal them up temporarily, he realises, slowly, that your touch is bruising him.

his thoughts begin to pull themselves together out of the animalistic foggy haze. your warmth around him, in him, is addicting, clutching him close as if he's the only thing keeping you sane. he moans softly, arching into your touch.

"such a good boy for me," he whispers, milking your cock for all it's worth. you suck your lower lip between your teeth and bury your face in his shoulder, grinding up into his ass and pushing his hips down to meet yours. he sighs softly, stroking your cheek and jaw as you grow lax, panting shallowly. "that's it, darling. my sweet pup did so well."

you nod dazedly against his skin, a little dizzy with the praise – and the blood loss. "mm, th-thank you..."

his lips quirk up and he traces his fangs with his tongue. "so polite, too. your peers could learn a thing or two from you, love."

your heart flutters at the pet name, rolling off his tongue like rich wine. you pull him to your chest, tucking his face in the hollow of your throat, and roll over, pulling his calves over your thighs. you hold him like that, your bicep acting as his pillow and your other hand cradling the small of his back.

he lifts his eyes, gazing up at you with amusement. "you're covered in blood, puppy. you don't want to clean up?"

"i love you."

"that doesn't change anything," he murmurs, dark eyes the richest warmth you've ever known. "you're still messy."

"sorry."

jungkook sighs, able to recognise when he's fighting an uphill battle. your heartbeat remains quick and rabbiting, and he places his palm against it with a tiny smile he makes sure you cannot see. you're still up in the clouds, still replacing the blood he accepted from you, and you're groggy, cuddling him into your chest like a lover. he's certain it has something to do with the fact that you're still trying to court him.

he amuses you, playing along. it can't hurt to let you have this fantasy – after all, you've been so good for him, dropping that cocky edge the second he wants you between his legs. you play his game, so he'll play yours.

what a shame you haven't told him all the rules.

#jiminiecrickets nsfw

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cinnaminyoons · 6 months

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hi there! you needn’t reply to this, but may i ask if you have some recommend blogs that has the same contents as you? sub bts / kpop and top male reader? thank you.

ps: i love your whole blog, by the way. :)

hi there! it's a little sad but i don't actually know any that are still active and i'm a little afraid to go looking for more in case they write things i'm not into without tagging properly.

if you like girl groups i see a lot under the tag 'male reader smut' (i think). it comes up in my recommended sometimes but i haven't looked much into it since i only really know one girl group and that's twice. not every girlgroup fic is top reader tho lol so be careful

anyway here's my little list :) most of these are multi so check them out. no @ because im a scaredy cat TT

eatyourchancletas

kpopmalereader

alexsinsulin

slowly52

lg-bts-scenarios

hellishvu

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cinnaminyoons · 6 months

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Omg wait how about Jungkook with pairing 2 along with situation C and with dialogue XII...maybe I'm too out of the box but something about this !!

it's been so long but here you go !! thanks for your patience, hope it's cute :)

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!! jungkook

[ event masterlist ]

assassins after the same target

alone in the darkroom together

“here to finish me off?”

"i'm going to kill you, ln jungkook."

"wait, nobody told me we're married – babe—"

"don't you dare 'babe' me after ignoring all my texts and declining all my calls," you interrupt with a growl, looming over him as he shrinks back against the wall. "who the fuck do you think you are? you stole my kill."

with an awkward smile, illuminated just barely by the red light in the corner of the darkroom, jungkook says, "i don't know if you're talking about last night's call of duty round or this morning's fiasco."

"fias—" you suck in a hissed breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with the hand not trapping him in place. it needs to be there. jungkook is very good at escaping when he wants to be. "you killed my mark!"

"but you said we share everything," he mumbles cluelessly. "our jobs are the same, so i thought you'd appreciate it if i checked him off your list for you. y'know – acts of service as a love language?"

"that applies to washing the dishes or refilling my gas tank," you sigh, "not stealing your boyfriend's contracts."

he twiddles his thumbs, a tiny pout pursing his lips as he stares at your shoes. or the shadow of them, really – it's much too dark to see a whole lot. he wishes you'd let him step outside for this conversation. "i'm sorry, baby... i just wanted to help out, you know? you're always so busy and i miss you sometimes. like, i know that basically being your househusband would keep me from seeing you as often, but it's hard not to get sad when you're halfway across the world and the only thing i have of you are your clothes. i killed him so that we could spend more time together..."

you can't handle how adorably pathetic he looks, on the verge of tears. your anger dissipates with a breath. you bring him into your arms and kiss his temple, feeling his fists twist in the back of your jacket. he buries his soft, sweet face in your shoulder with a quiet sniffle.

"don't cry, doll," you murmur, stroking his soft, glossy hair. you twirl a lock between your fingers. "i'm sorry for blowing up at you earlier. i was worried that they'd trace and find you because of who that guy was. i was taking my time on purpose, and you just strolled in and popped his head like a grape."

he smiles, nosing your neck. he kisses the curve of it and pulls back with bright, sparkling eyes. "it's okay, baby. i should've asked you first. i'm a big boy – nobody is tracking me. i learnt from the best, after all."

he taps your chest and you smile softly, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. they hold the galaxy, red dwarves and quantum foam and everything in between. you kiss his eyelids.

“that you did, dollface. that you did."

you turn towards jungkook's chemical setup, the tubs holding rolls and enlarged prints of your life with him, placing your arm around his little waist. "how's everything going? will we be able to hang these up soon?"

"they're chugging along nicely," he replies softly, hooking his thumb into the belt loop of your crisp black trousers. you're still dressed up from the flight you took a few hours ago to return to him. "just a minute or two more – i can't remember, need to check the clock. then i can start with the fixer and the washes, and we'll be able to take a peek tomorrow and scan them up. i already have one in mind that i'd like to set my profile picture to – i hope it came out well."

"i'm sure it's gorgeous," you hum, "just like you."

he laughs, separating from you to wander closer to the bench, checking the clock. he hovers around the tubs, watching the second hand closely and extracting a roll and a print at the exact moment the hand touches the twelve. he submerges them in the next tubs along the bench. "thanks, baby. i was, um, really scared if you'd kill me. as in, honest-to-god murder me. your opening sentence didn't help, either. i planned this whole, like, dramatic scene for if you were really upset – i was gonna say, 'here to finish me off?' and turn around in a spinny chair and you'd laugh and everything would be okay again."

you chuckle, eyes crinkling, and wrap your arms around him as he transfers the final roll in the dedicated 'wash' basin. "you know me so well. i wouldn't have been able to be angry at you."

he giggles, twirling around and pecking your lips. "mmhm." he entwines his fingers with yours, and his smile sparkles like the diamonds he adores so much. "i love you, baby. i always will."

"i love you, too, kook. once i have a shower, we can do whatever you like to spend those hard-won hours together." he gasps in delight and you grin. "let's watch the first iron man. that one always makes you turn into such a cutie."

"ba-by," he whines, blushing. he's never been more relieved that the room is both dark and lit by red – the same colour as his cheeks, he's certain. "you're so mean to me."

"sorry." you kiss his cheek. "it's my love language."

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LOVE'S LITTLE DAGGER: PART II. KTH / M!READER

summary. taehyung still hates you. he does. but you make him feel deeper things, and it's not just because you're buried up in his lungs.

wc. 4.8k

tags. smut | sub bottom!tae, dom top!reader, playboy tae, jealousy, mention of fwb!jimin, reader cockblocks tae once lol, alcohol mention, unprotected sex, 69, degradation: whore, slut (tae receiving), brat taming, rimming + ass eating, overstimulation + multiple orgasms, one mention of "daddy" (r. receiving)

on the evening before the ultimate freeze of the universe, where even doomsday preppers have little power in a crumbled society, kim taehyung would remain a massive fucking dick.

this, like the inevitable heat death of everything everywhere all at once, remains a steadfast fact. his natural charisma – which you can't deny – would make him a leader in this hypothetical end-of-times, and you'd bet real money that he'd manage to swindle someone with a bunker out of it. then, of course, he'd kick them all out to feel existence die on their skin and hold his nintendo switch above his face as he lounges on a mattress.

welcome... to the check-in counter for your deserted island getaway package!

"taehyung! did you finish the milk again?"

"hm," he mumbles noncommittedly. he tucks his feet up against the couch armrest, squinting up at his switch.

you close the fridge with a huff and roll your eyes, disappearing into your bedroom. when you return, you're wearing a jacket, your phone and wallet clutched in one hand as you hop into a pair of shoes. you bee-line towards the couch and snatch his game away, turning it off and setting it on the coffee table next to him. he groans, throwing an arm over his eyes.

"stop complaining. you have class in two hours and you're wearing nothing but your underwear. i'm helping."

he scowls. "i'm not going today. i would be fine if someone didn't fuck me into next sunday!" he hears you walking away, and he raises his voice. "i hate you so much!"

"just put a shirt on," you call, one foot propping open the front door as you pat your pockets for everything you need. "you better be clothed by the time i return. you don't want to be running when you're sore, do you?"

"i hate you!"

"mhm, be back in fifteen."

the door swings shut with a click and he scoffs, glancing at the blinking screen of his game. he folds his arms over his chest and stretches his legs out, smoothing out his black briefs, and pouts to himself.

what a jerk. so callous. fine – if you were going to ignore everything that happened the night before, so would he. and, because he's very good at everything he does, he's going to beat you at it! he's going to ignore you so well and forget all about how you made him feel and find another guy who's willing to take him to bed. given his looks, he doubts he'll have to go far.

game on.

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there's a boy on your lap. he's pretty – real pretty, with plump glossy lips and long sugar-brown hair styled in soft waves back from his forehead. he's playful, grinding and swaying his hips over your lap while his friends cheer him on. some of the guys from the beer pong table have stopped to watch.

taehyung simmers hotly in the corner of the room, scowling into his red cup. he nurses his drink, which is slowly fizzling flat and warm – he'd snooped around in the mini-fridge of the upstairs games room and found an unopened bottle of solo, which he promptly cracked open and hoped no one would notice. it feels better to carry around than a cold, wet can of cheap beer.

but god, did he wish he drank something alcoholic. maybe it'd take the sting out of the scene in front of him.

taehyung knows the boy in your lap. he's seen him sleeping peacefully in your bed when he passes by your cracked-open door in the mornings, and rumour has it that he's trying for something more than casual with you. the sight of your hands on his hips, reciprocating his touches, makes his stomach curdle like milk.

but who wouldn't want to be with you? you're smart, and handsome, and you remember people's favourite meals and make it for them when they're having a bad day. a bitter taste fills taehyung's mouth and he can't stand the taste of lemonade any longer.

he tips out the rest of his drink and tosses the cup into the bin, schooling his features into simple, shallow flirtatiousness, leaning against the beer pong table with an arch of his back that shortens his already-cropped jacket and accentuates his ass. he glances aside, meeting the eyes of the blandly-attractive guy currently winning the game, and smirks, bringing his lower lip between his teeth as he turns back to the cups of beer, playing coy.

the guy's mates whisper in his ears, glancing at taehyung with glimmering eyes. he elbows one of them in the stomach at something he says and the guy doubles over with laughter.

taehyung remains pleasantly oblivious to what they're saying and watches the ping pong ball bounce, its tap light and clear through the constant chatter and loud music. he smiles as it bounces neatly into a cup and he slips his fingers around the one closest to him, since the other team look to be in no position to be drinking any more than they already have. half of their team are blacked out on the ground.

a body sidles up to him. "hey."

his fingertip glides around the rim of his cup. his gaze flickers up; he tucks his lower lip between his teeth to hide a smile. "hey, yourself."

by the couch, jimin sits in the bowl of your lap, a fan of cards in his hands. he giggles softly as your arms shift around his waist and your chin rests on his shoulder. he tucks the fan of cards into his chest. "you're not allowed to look, hyung."

"can't i?" you hum into his shoulder. "i thought we were on the same team."

"i can't trust anyone but myself. you're probably double-teaming with jungkook." he inclines his head towards the younger man, who's sprawled upside-down on the couch with his feet hanging over the backrest.

you scoff, hands absently smoothing over his thighs before snaking around him again. "he doesn't need my help. if i were to double-team with anyone, i'd probably go with namjoon-hyung. he'd make sure we'd win. i'd just be his cheerleader. minimum effort to emerge victorious."

jimin hums, lowering his cards. he smells sweet, yet smoky. he tucks his lips into your neck and you feel them curve into a sneaky smile. "i think double-teaming would be fun, baby..."

you chuckle. "of course you would. hey, look sharp – you're still playing this game. it's almost your turn."

when taehyung sees him lean in, whispering against your skin and looking far too cosy for his liking, his stomach churns. he scoffs quietly and glides his fingers down his plaything's bare arm, slim and soft in an elven sort of way – the way rich boys tend to be, having never done a hard day's work in their lives.

he's nothing like you – he's entitled, pretentious, grabbing and pushing his body around as if he owns it. still, taehyung leans into his shoulder, glaring daggers into the side of your head until it tingles down your spine and you glance over.

when you do, he doesn't divert his eyes, doesn't curl his upper lip. he just levels his gaze, lifting another red cup of beer with a pinky raised in a mocking toast, and turns away, dragging his plaything along behind him by the wrist.

he refuses to give him any sort of affection, any pretence of gentleness. all he wants is a body above his and a high, no matter how dry and bland it'll be. anything to take his mind off of the unfamiliar and unwanted twist in his gut.

he finds an empty bedroom quickly – it's almost as if he's developed a sixth sense for them. he sets the cup of untouched alcohol on a chest of drawers and easily rolls into routine with the guy he'd stolen from the beer pong table – shirts off, shoes off, thoughts off.

the guy leans down to kiss him – he turns his head, letting his lips fall on the corner of his mouth instead. taehyung's down to his briefs, laying still on his back as the vaguely-familiar young man above him grinds against his ass, mostly dressed except for his shirt.

at least one of them is excited. he didn't even bother taking off his jeans – just unzipped his fly.

with a creak, the door opens, and yellow hallway light floods the room. taehyung doesn't lift his gaze from the dark corner of the room, examining the branches of a crack in the plain wallpaper.

"hey! what the fuck, man? room's taken, can't you see?"

"get off of him."

"what?"

"i said: get off of him, asshole. he's drunk – can't you see?"

stubbornly, taehyung shuts his eyes as he feels the body on top of him stumble, leaving him entirely. his skin prickles with the chill.

"he literally dragged me here, what's your damn problem? don't you hate this guy? look, man, just leave right now and i'll forget this ever happened, alright?"

"put your clothes on. he's going home."

evidently, he doesn't think taehyung's worth any more arguing, and he mutters as he picks his clothes up off of the floor and shuffles away. he doesn't close the door behind him, so you do it instead. the lock clicks. when you turn back around, you nearly jump out of your skin – taehyung stands upright three feet away, staring silently up at you.

"fucking – don't do that," you scold, taking his arm and sitting him down on the edge of the bed. he watches with furrowed brows as you move across the room, folding his clothes over your arm. you even grab his shoes for him, dropping them by his feet.

"arms out," you instruct, holding out his jacket. you're not going to even attempt his shirt – it has more buckles and straps than you can count and he'd be pissed if you managed to ruin it.

he just stares up at you, utterly confused.

"lift your arms, taehyung," you repeat, gently sliding his hands through the sleeves. he lets you, staring at the side of your face.

"okay. time to get your pants on."

his lips part. "i'm not drunk."

"mhm. stand up."

"no, really," he protests, grabbing your wrists before you can tug him to his feet. "i haven't had a sip tonight."

you glance at him. "you were holding a beer. you looked like you were drinking from it."

"i was just holding it." he shrugs. "i don't like beer – it tastes disgusting."

"oh." you lean back. "so... why'd you let me kick that guy out?"

he smiles wryly. "i wanted to see what'd happen."

"uh-huh. well, i can call him back, if you want."

his hand shoots out to grab your sleeve. "no," he says quickly. "i don't want him."

"no?"

"no." his grip loosens and he glances away, fisting the bedsheets below him. "sorry for scaring you. you can go back to jaemin, or whatever his name is. i'll get home fine on my own."

"jimin," you correct. your brows furrow. "wait... taehyung, are you jealous?"

"fucking no," he snaps, far too quickly.

a grin grows on your features. a glint returns to your eye as you place your hands on your hips. "holy fucking shit. you are. kim fucking taehyung is jealous over me." you bark out a laugh, turning away to amuse yourself with a bunch of skincare pots and tubes on the dresser nearby. "my dick that good, huh?"

his face burns. "shut the fuck up! it was average, at best. having a big cock doesn't mean you know how to use it."

you toss a pot of moisturiser in the air, catching it before placing it back. you saunter over to taehyung, whose arms are crossed over his chest petulantly. you lean down to his level. "and who was the one screaming for more, hm? you really think i believe it when you say i was just some average lay?"

he shoots to his feet and jabs you in the chest. "you were," he snarls. "i was being gracious. your technique's sloppy and it's like you'd never touched a guy before. you're lucky i was so pent-up – that's the only reason i finished at all."

your smirk widens and your gaze flickers over his body. his hair pricks on end with a shiver. you lean in, not quite touching him – as if there's an invisible layer separating you from him, a glass case for the piece of art. your breath is hot against the shell of his ear.

"really? so if i was to, say, start taking off my clothes... you wouldn't be interested?"

his breath hitches. he says nothing.

"is that a no, sweet thing?"

"no," he breathes. "it's not."

you lean back and your lips turn up. his body yearns for your warmth, goosebumps shivering over his skin. "don't worry, taehyung. i didn't expect an answer – you take an awful long time to do things, and it really shows when you're getting second place on the class leaderboard."

his head snaps towards you. he grabs your shirt and yanks you onto the bed, throwing a leg over your lap. his brows are furrowed, his mouth tight. "bringing our scores into this?" he hisses. "low fucking blow, ln. fine – i'll show you slow."

he pushes your shirt up over your stomach, scraping his nails over your hips as he loosens your belt and unzips your fly. you prop yourself onto your elbows to watch with a smirk as he takes you out of your pants, stroking and squeezing with reverence that he tries to hide.

it doesn't work very well. you can see the way he stares at it as it hardens in his palm, his gaze heavy and wanting with a flush to his cheeks. he kisses the tip, suckling on it as he dips his tongue into the slit, and groans softly as he trails his wet tongue down the underside along the veins, fisting it and swiping his thumb over the tip as he takes your balls into his mouth, one at a time.

you curse and tangle your hand in his hair. his mouth is hot and wet, his breath warm as he pants against the base of your cock, staring up at you with smoky eyes and ruby lips. he sucks softly, dragging his tongue along the velvety skin, and closes his eyes as you groan his name. he hums softly in acknowledgement, moving back to your cockhead. he lavishes his attention upon it, lapping at it and sucking gently on just the first few inches – he teases the rest, pumping it and twisting his wrist expertly.

you chuckle as he moans, his hips swaying in the air. you toss off your shirt. "you're enjoying this a little too much. fuckin' whore, getting off to this..."

he moans again, sharper this time. he doesn't even dispute it. he chokes down a few inches of your cock and your head falls back as his tight throat pulses around you.

it's almost funny how quickly he's abandoned the idea of teasing you. no more slow jerks of his wrist, no more kitten licks – he's fucking gulping you down, moaning quietly as saliva drips down his knuckles.

shit. you suck in a breath through your teeth. he's really fucking good at taking you. it's like magic, watching the inches disappear down his warm throat.

he only begins to slow down when he reaches the base of your cock, his fingers pumping it shallowly. his jaw is stretched wide around you, the vibrations of his moans through your cock sinful – his tight throat strokes you, closing around you, and he doesn't seem to care that he's gagging on it, bobbing his head to a quick, steady beat. he thrusts against air.

you lick your lips, finding your voice. when it comes out, it's raspy – hungrier than you want it to be. "fuck, sweetheart – c'mere. wanna taste you, too."

he pops off with a slick sound, panting against your shaft. his lips shine with saliva. he grins, breathless, and shimmies out of his tight briefs – he groans in relief when he frees his cock, wet and throbbing. he clambers on top of you, the air hot and thick – all attempts at smooth seduction are forgotten. he's messy, hungry, and so, so human.

you grin as he arches his back, his knees beside your head. from the way he's holding his hips, you can tell he expects you to give his cock a little love – but you like to subvert expectations, and instead, you grab his slim hips and drag his ass towards your face.

he startles, arching to glance back at you. you grin, eyes glinting, and lick a long stripe over his asshole.

his hips jerk. he moans, turning back to your cock, and kisses the tip with soft warm lips, precum beading at the slit.

you hum, fingers digging into the supple flesh of his ass. two of your fingers slip easily into him – either he's been playing with himself, or his body is still recuperating from your extensive loving the night before. either way, he moans loudly around your cock, rocking his hips down onto your fingers.

"pretty," you muse, watching the way he clenches around your fingers. "arch your back a little more, slut."

he gasps as your tongue laps at his rim. "f-fuck – eat me out properly, damn it! if you're gonna talk big game, you – mngh—!"

you can't reply because you've got your tongue in his ass. you'd smile at the absurdity of it all if you could – the boy you've been butting heads with all year sounds much better crying out for you.

you don't even know why he's being a little jealous baby. he could've just asked – there is no universe in which you'd turn down fucking kim taehyung.

but he's stubborn and a cocky sonovabitch. you can't say that it's not a little cute: angry pretty boys standing their ground, firm in their beliefs until they get so flustered they forget what their next argument is.

and kim taehyung is flustered. he's whining into your thigh, gripping your hip so tightly you think he's drawing blood. he rocks his hips onto your tongue, his ass clenching around it, and buries his hot face into your hip, panting and swearing his pretty little head off as his cock spurts and pulses hotly, overexcited.

arousal curls in your stomach as he drags your cock against his lips, sinking down on it to muffle his own moans. you buck your hips into his mouth and while he gags, he lowers himself further, one shaky hand cupping your balls, and bobs his head desperately, silky lips dragging against the veins of your cock. he swallows you deeper as your cock pulses and twitches against the tight walls of his throat.

you come without warning. serves him right, the attention whore, but he doesn't seem to mind – in fact, he seems to like it, moaning and whining around your cock as he struggles to keep it all in. he fails eventually, hot cum dripping down the corner of his lips as he glides off your cock with a wet kiss. his cock twitches, already wanting more.

you tease him, dragging out his orgasm as he grinds into your face. the warm weight of his body grows as he slumps onto you and you can't be annoyed at the fact that he's only loosely gripping your cock, too busy basking in his own afterglow. his breath is warm and quick against it.

you draw away, shifting under him as you guide him into your lap. he shivers, still a little dazed, but manages to find your hand in the tangle of limbs. he entwines his fingers with yours, his pounding heart fluttering in his chest.

he presses his lips to your neck, pushing you down against the bed – to your surprise, he tugs off your pants and underwear entirely, leaving you just as naked as he.

"was bothering me," he rasps, kissing your cock. he crawls up your body again, hovering over you face-to-face. "eat me out again."

"mh, would love to. just tell me when you wanna." you stroke his sides.

he tilts his head, those dark eyes clearing of their fog. "no, i'm not talking about a few days in the future or whatever. i'm talking now. i want your tongue in me right fucking now, baby – want you to make me come again with that silver tongue of yours." he grazes your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "i like it better like this than down his throat."

you snicker, flipping your bodies over and hovering over him instead. you've done it in a way where he's on his stomach. "jealous bitch, aren't you?"

"says the one who calls me 'puppy'," he growls, eyes flashing. he leans into the pillows, his eyes challenging, and he spreads his legs, placing one hand high on his ass as he lifts his hips. "now stop yapping and fuck me, ln."

"sir, yes, sir," you tease. he feels your presence drift lower until your hands spread his ass.

at first, he entertains some degree of control, fucking himself back on your tongue as you groan into his skin, pulling his hips closer. he enjoys a second high, untouched, but you've grown curious. how many times can you make the infamous playboy come?

the answer: a lot. you just can't expect him to keep his wits about him after a few.

he's been on his knees for so long that they're beginning to hurt, even on the mattress. the discomfort, however, is far outweighed by your ravenous hunger – he can't stop crying out for you, your tongue and fingers working in tandem to fuck him stupid. you'd even started to pump his cock for him – he'd almost cried, throwing his head back with a whiny babble.

more, more, more. he'd begged for it – he knew this, somewhere at the back of his mind. he'd heard his own voice, usually so strong and steady, reduced to a crumbling whimper, collapsing in on itself as you pumped three fingers in and out of his wet hole, messy with lube and saliva.

you'd never seen him like this before. you never thought he could get like this – teary-eyed, flushed dark pink from head to toe, gaze faraway and hazy, focussed on nothing in particular even when you muse aloud about his latest academic losses. all he does is whine, trembling, and reach back blindly for your cock, groping and grabbing.

he pants over his shoulder. his red hair is coppery where it sticks to his skin, shining with a thin layer of sweat.

"please," he begs, grinding messily against your cock. "p-please, please..."

taehyung is gorgeous when he lets go. when your cock glides in with no resistance, his walls soft and hot around you, his eyes roll back into his skull, and he lets out a soft, thankful sob. his chest heaves as you push in deeper, testing how much he can take, and all he does is grab your hip, nails clawing at it as if he'd die otherwise.

his hole is sloppy with lube. you press your nose to his collarbone, groaning softly as he clamps around you.

his fingers dig into the white bedsheets, his eyes screwed shut as he focuses on remembering how to breathe. your cock grinds against his swollen prostate and he keens – his voice cracks as he whines into the pillows. you hush him, your hips moving quickly.

"daddy," he sobs, and by his tightening sides, you know he's close. his cock leaks like a broken faucet, bobbing between his messy thighs. his eyes roll back and he grips handfuls of the bedsheets. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—"

he dissolves into a babbling mess. you groan into his shoulder, kissing the freckles smattered across it, and chuckle softly. "what a basic-bitch thing to like, sweetheart. it's almost cute."

he whimpers in response, his body jostling harshly. you grab his hip, forcing him to rock back onto you, and he drawls out a long, broken moan.

"takin' my cock so well, baby," you whisper, feeling his sides tense up at the praise. "like you were made to take it."

"mmh – mhm," he slurs out, spine arching and ass pressing deeper against your hips. he sucks his swollen lower lip between his teeth. he doesn't say anything else for a long time, losing himself in your constant gentle caresses.

despite biting his lower lip in an effort to quieten himself, his mouth soon hangs open, slick lips parted to loose loud, punched moans from deep in his belly. they're cute, quavering. he sounds as if he's about to burst into tears.

"g-gonna..." his fingers twist in the bedsheets, knuckles white. your cock glides in and out of his slick asshole, punching the air out of his lungs on every snap of your hips. he can't fucking breathe; it feels too good. "'m gonna...!"

"not until you make me come," you demand, your voice growing breathier by the second. your thrusts grow heavier, messier, and his voice cracks through a cry. "else i might decide jimin deserves my cock more, slut."

he squeezes his eyes shut, and a tear falls down his cheek from the corner of his eye. he moans as he throws his ass back on your cock, piercing himself again and again and again with the wet smack of skin on skin. when you come with a groan, he loses it – he hiccups past a cry of your name, nails digging painfully into the bedsheets. he comes so hard stars explode behind his eyelids and in his veins.

his body quivers as you fuck him lazily, your breath hot against the shell of his ear as you fill him up. your cock pulses inside him, thick and warm – he trembles, burying his face in the pillows, and lifts himself slightly on weak arms, pushing his back and shoulders against the numbing heat of your body.

with a shaky sigh, he leans back against you and you press your lips against his shoulder, securing his tingling body with one firm, steady hand. his hips jerk, his body still not finished with the aftershocks of his high, and you hush him, caressing his hip. his heart pounds beneath his ribs as if he's sprinted a marathon.

it takes a long time for him to blink awake from his whiteout daze, control returning to his limbs. he hums sleepily into your skin, his head propped up on your chest.

"fucking hell," he whispers wearily. you laugh at the extra rasp in his voice.

"fucking hell indeed," you reply, too tired to move off of the bed. you stroke his shoulder, tracing circles and hearts into his skin. you tuck your other arm under your head with a soft exhale. "can you still 'get home fine on your own'?"

he pauses for a while, trying to scoop enough of his brain into a pile to remember what you're talking about. he sighs, closing his eyes, and buries his face in your chest. "shut the fuck up. i'm not getting up 'til tomorrow. and when i do, you'd better be there to carry me."

"what the fuck – why'm i the one who has to do all the work all the time?"

"i will punch your stupid pretty teeth out if you don't."

you scoff, flicking your wrists up in some half-assed form of surrender. "yeah, yeah..."

he shifts, sliding his leg over yours, and cups your side in one hand. he practically clings to you like a koala. in the warm summer silence, his breaths slow, and his muscles relax. every so often, though, you feel him tense up and shift slightly.

after the first handful of times, you groan, irritated and drowsy. "quit fucking moving, idiot. just go to sleep."

his limbs tighten around you.

"stop worrying, taehyung. i'll be here when you wake up." your voice softens – just a smidge. "promise."

that smidge is all he needs. he rests his cheek against your collarbone and mumbles – something like don't tell me what to do – and squeezes you tighter, adamant on re-establishing his authority in this relationship. he falls dead asleep, though, in just a few minutes, snoring softly as he cuddles into you.

you smile. you'll let him have this win.

#jiminiecrickets nsfw

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cinnaminyoons · 6 months

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jungkook loses a bet that falls in your favour... a non-idol au series. top male reader.

monday | handjobs, praise, shower sex

tuesday | morning sex, consensual somno, oral/handjobs (jk receiving), thighfucking (jk receiving), praise

wednesday | exhibitionism, handjobs, edging, begging, name-calling, high and dry

thursday | in an alleyway (public sex), exhibitionism + getting caught, jealousy, rough sex, biting, crying

friday | oral, cock worship, boot worship, sir kink, feminisation + crossdressing

saturday | bondage, toys, blindfold, edging, temp play, nipple play, handjobs/frotting, sir kink, size humiliation

sunday | mating press, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sir kink, crying, belly bulge, degradation

#jiminiecrickets nsfw

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cinnaminyoons · 6 months

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jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 3.9k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, doggystyle + mating press, multiple orgasms, sir kink, crying, belly bulge, degradation

it is the last day of jungkook's super-special week. his skin tingles every time you glance over at him and anticipation makes his heart leap in roller-coaster loops when your teasing fingers glide down the zipper of his jeans, the ache in his muscles brought to the forefront of his mind.

he doesn't know if he can shake his new behaviour. the change is too abrupt to go unnoticed – at brunch, jimin squints at him and asks what's wrong with him. apparently, a very chipper 'nothing's wrong' is the incorrect answer, because jimin only looks more suspicious than ever.

but jungkook doesn't care. you're out with your friends for a few hours and he busies himself around the house with unnecessary tasks – wiping down spotless countertops, re-folding the clothes already put away, reorganising the kitchen cupboards so that all the mug handles face the same way and all the plates are stacked by pattern.

you come home to find him tucked up against the seat edge of the couch, playing portal with his headphones on. you creep forward, waiting until he takes his hands off of the keyboard, and grab his shoulders hard and fast. he whirls around with a squeak, fists tightening close to protect his throat. when he notices you, he sighs in annoyance, lowering his fists and pulling off his headphones.

"you asshole! i was waiting so patiently for you and you give me a heart attack? ugh, i almost punched you..."

you scoff, grinning down at him. "it'd feel like bumping into a butterfly."

"i box on the side, babe! i could take you out with one hit, i bet. jerk..."

"i would eat your fists like an mma champion."

he jumps to his feet and immediately assumes a tight stance, arms tight to his chest. "try me."

you just chuckle, sauntering forward. you touch your fingers to his knuckles, lowering his fists, and lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, ardent kiss. you tilt your head to deepen it and he moans softly, gripping the front of your shirt as he melts into your arms like chocolate.

he chases your lips when you pull away, whining softly and lifting his arms to drape over your shoulders. he drags you in when you attempt to move away.

"stop trying to escape," he huffs, pushing his lips to yours in a hungry daze. "stop it... tryin' to kiss you, jackass."

"and here i thought you were trying to knock me out," you murmur, grinning against his lips. he traces your lower lip with his tongue and you groan softly, one hand trailing up his chest to wrap loosely around his throat.

"playing the long con," he whispers, nibbling on your lower lip. he tugs it lightly, letting it snap back against your teeth. you let out a soft hum, resting your forehead against his. "come to bed with me and i'll rob you blind."

"and knock me out?"

"and knock you out," he confirms. you grab his hand with a grin and drag him to the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere over your shoulder. it lands in the hallway and he laughs as you wrap your fingers around his ribs, manhandling him into the bedroom.

he tugs at your belt, licking his lips with a hungry darkness swirling in his eyes. you work at his and press your lips to his jaw and neck as you press him backwards. somewhere in the journey from the door to the bed your clothes come off, and jungkook falls back on the mattress and soft blankets, lifting his ankles to allow you to slide his pants off. he pulls you on top of him, spreading his knees to allow you to slide between them, and grabs your face in his palms to kiss you breathless.

it works – almost. you're lightheaded when he finally lets you go and he pants hotly against your slick lips as he brings your hand between his legs, guiding it to the cold metal knob there. your breath catches.

"don't worry about prepping me," he whispers, groaning softly in the back of his throat when you latch onto it, pulling and pushing gently – innocently, as if you're figuring out what it does. he glides his hands over your stomach, learning the planes of your body, and wraps his slim fingers around your cock. he pumps it slowly, relishing in your low groan. "mm – fuck me stupid, baby. i can tell you wanna."

already, he looks fucked out, eyes half-lidded and red lips slick and kiss-swollen. a primal hunger simmers in the depths of your gut.

"it feels like you want this more than i do," you muse, pressing your thumb against the plug. leaning back and glancing down tells you that it's a cute little thing, jewelled and pretty as it sits nestled between his ass. "even getting yourself all ready for me like this? how long have you been waiting?"

"a while," he whispers shyly, whining softly as you play with it. his half-hard cock jumps on his stomach. he aligns yours on top of his and bites his lip at the warmth and weight that he's brought to you with each eager pump of his wrist. "come on, you're always stalling – jus' give me your cock, been waiting all day for you to come home..."

"my pretty cockslut's a little impatient, is he?" you chuckle, making him gasp softly. he nods, and it becomes more fervent as you rub your palm over the tip of his dick almost absently.

"yeah, mhm, your cockslut," he breathes, thick thighs tightening around your hips. his fist quickens around your cock and he swipes his thumb over the slit, rubbing the glans in quick repetitive motions. you grunt softly and a breath shudders through him as your dick twitches against his palm. he moans, "love your cock so much, love how it fills me up like nothing else can. makes me feel so full – so fuckin' full..."

you growl softly and chase his lips, devouring their sweet softness, pink like a rosebud and pillowy. he moans wantonly into it, parting his lips as your tongue slips between his teeth.

he tastes oh-so sweet – like iced tea and fruit jellies. you hunger for him, deep and animal, and he lets you in beneath his skin with sweetness in his eyes and sugar on his tongue, staring up at you as if you're the best thing he's ever stumbled across.

when jungkook tries to lean away for air, you don't let him – you let him taste his own medicine. he whimpers, mouth trapped against the firm paradise of yours, and his nails dig into your biceps as he gasps, short and needy and back-of-the-breath, as if he's too hungry to pause for even the length of a soft gulp of air.

his ass tightens as you tug on the plug, gently easing it out. his pink rim, dripping with lube, clenches around nothing and he turns hurriedly onto his front, arching his back and pressing his cheek into the pillows. he reaches down, guiding your cock to his hole. you grunt as his ass sucks you in, slick and hot.

"please," he whimpers as you ease yourself in, inch by inch. his head falls back against the pillows and his eyes flutter shut. "fuck, yes..."

he hisses it out, soft and drawled. his asshole scrapes against your shaft, dragging against the veins, and you place a hand on the nape of his neck to pin him down. he's squirming too much.

"hush, pretty boy... shit, you take my cock so goddamn well," you groan, rolling your hips into his ass. with every thrust, he moans a little louder, a little filthier. his walls are soft and gummy, hugging your cock tightly as you carve your way through him. your dick throbs as he tightens around you. you slap his ass with a chuckle, pulling him into you by the thigh. "fucked you all week and you're still tight as a virgin. still even needed that cute toy to keep you open and ready for my cock."

"y-yes," he squeaks, spine arching as his lashes flutter. he grips your wrist braced by his waist, whimpering like a puppy as he feels your cock drag hotly against his tight walls, pumping slow and steady into him. "i'm your cockslut, sir, always gotta be ready f'you – 'cause i'm a g-good boy...!"

"mm, are you? you've been a big tease, love." you aim a thrust directly into his prostate and he whines, hot walls pulsing against your shaft. "playing with your ass, prepping yourself while i'm out with friends, waiting so pretty for me to come home to you – i'd say you're more than a slut, baby. maybe... you're a little bit of a perv?"

he chokes out a whine as your hips speed up. he shakes his head as best he can and lets out a cry as you hover your chest over him, pressing gently into him. he scrabbles at your thigh, your cock sinking into his ass like it belongs there. "no – no, promise i'm not! i-i'm good, always—"

he cuts himself off with a whorish cry as you yank his ass into your thrusts. his eyes are wide with shock, a little teary and a little hazy, as you skip past everything he thought he knew about the way you love. you don't tease him today – you don't glance your fingers over his dick or ghost your lips over his hard nipples. no – this time, your fingers are grabbing, your hands pushing, your cock drilling into his ass as if you haven't fucked him in weeks.

it upsets everything. he thought he'd found a nice rhythm in the way you touched him. he thought he'd managed to build a nice defence against your sly dark glances and cherry kisses to make sure he doesn't do anything too embarrassing or out of pocket. but he is so fucking sensitive already from that stupid jewelled silver plug and he's been terribly horny from the moment he woke up and your cock is slamming into his prostate and he just wants to cry.

"good boys don't finger themselves while their boyfriends are in the shower," you hum. "good boys wait for their touches. they don't get greedy."

jungkook's eyes widen further and his head tips back with a high-pitched whine as your spongy tip punches into his sensitive prostate. his dark hair splays across the white pillow, some gorgeous fallen angel come down to let you a taste of heaven. his cock jerks as you smack his thigh to elicit a response, grinding your cock roughly into his ass.

"i-i'm sorry," he whimpers, the sting making him throb in all the wrong places. he shouldn't like the pain. "jus' couldn't wait, wanted to come, wanted something inside me so bad! sir, please," he chokes out, the sounds he makes rising higher and higher in volume. it's the loveliest melody you've ever heard. "please!"

"you wanted me to catch you, then?" you hiss in pleasure. "you wanted to be caught moaning my name, fucking yourself on your fingers. you broke my one rule to be punished. you can't call yourself a good boy when you're hoping i fuck you dumb."

he can't reply, too caught up in his bliss. a cry rips from his throat as you press your warm lips to his nape and shift closer to him, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails dig stinging crescents into your wrists as he grips them to ground himself.

you're so big, your skin so hot. little jewelled tears well on his lashline. the slap of skin on skin is obscene and his face is hot with embarrassment and his tears, and the bulk of your chest is warm and comforting against his back. it's a cruel mixture of wildness and civility, leaving his skin too tight and his animal brain poring over your cock: how thick it feels, how deep it is.

your cock kisses his sweet spot. his eyes roll back. he comes.

the pleasure rams through him with the weight of a freight train. it leaves a burning trail in its wake, and your hips quicken, intensifying his orgasm tenfold. he cries out for you so sweetly and you hush him, dragging light butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder. your fingers trace his waist delicately, so contradictory to the power behind your hips.

he whines shakily when you don't stop, even after his cock stops spurting onto his slim stomach. his eyes widen in surprise. it's not like he can do anything about it. his limbs are jelly, bound to crumble if he moves an inch, and the sheer intensity in the way you handle his body melts every protest in his head the moment it appears.

"s-sir," he sniffles weakly, the burning stretch of being around you still sending tingles up his spine. your hand shifts down to his hips, bordering his ass, and your fingers dig into his flesh just hard enough to sting. his voice cracks as you snap your hips against his with a soft groan – any sound you make is drowned out by his, loud and sharp and needy. "sir—! fuh – f-fuck, p-please – please, i can't! can't come again, please, i'm sorry for t-touching myself...!"

"oh, this is bigger than that, love," you chuckle, stroking his thighs. they tighten around you and the muscles flex, making you groan softly – heat coils in your stomach. you slow down to make sure he can focus on your words, focus on taking everything in.

"you've always been a bit of a brat, and i'm far too lenient with you because i love the way you smile at me, like you've won the world." your voice is getting too soft, too sentimental. it hardens. "i'm not stopping until you can't remember how to talk. i'm gonna fuck you, baby, 'til you're empty."

jungkook's cock jumps at the thick burn of your voice. it sets fire to his will; it goes up in flames. he's a pretty thing, lowering his teary eyes in submission, and he sinks his soft quick pants into the pillow. he moans into it as you lift his hips, palms firm around his apollo's belt. he takes the edge of it between his teeth as his eyes flutter and roll, your cock slamming wetly into his tight hole, and the world melts away.

it's just him, and you, and the bed. his hips quiver as you fuck him mercilessly. everything is so much that it's almost nothing instead – just a constant stream of pleasure. no discernible origin – no cause, no direction. just there, everywhere.

he comes. he thinks so, at least. maybe a few times from how hard his thighs tremble. he's loud – he knows this for certain because you hook two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. he sucks messily on them as if it's your dick, tongue gliding along the warmth of them, and spit trickles down his chin as he runs his tongue obsessively over your joints and knuckles.

his legs fail him. you grunt, pulling your fingers from his mouth and receiving a distressed whine for it, and grab his waist. you flip him over onto his back. he spreads his shaking legs as if it comes naturally to him, and you shove your cock back into him, watching as he mewls and cries, head thrown back against the pillows.

he's not crying hard enough, you decide, even though his chest is flushed pink and his tummy is smeared with an absurd amount of his cum. your swollen cock throbs against his walls and he whimpers, new tears springing to his eyes as you hook his thighs over your elbows and press forward, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails rake down your chest and shoulders, leaving a sting in their wake.

"i know, baby," you coo over his cries, "i know. too much? you can't come anymore? that's cute. you couldn't get enough of it earlier. my baby always gets what he wants."

you press a chaste kiss to his warm cheek before hiking his legs over the bulk of your shoulders, as if it could be a salve to the aching euphoria that blankets his mind. you brace your palms against the mattress next to jungkook's head and your cock reaches new depths, abusing his puffy asshole with each quick harsh plunge.

the new angle has him sobbing, spine arching as his walls clamp down around you – you loose a soft, breathless chuckle as you sink in until the base. you place a hand against his stomach. sweat drips down his forehead.

"baby," you whisper, teeth bared in a dangerous grin. "hey, baby. can you feel me here?"

it takes another whisper of his name to hook his attention around your little finger. lifting his head and glancing down with dazed, teary eyes, he only sees the mess he's made of himself.

then, you shift your hand lower, thumb and forefinger framing a bump in his tummy. you drag your hips back. the bump vanishes. you sheathe yourself inside him again with a hungry grin and he whimpers as he watches the bump reappear, gliding along the heat of his insides.

"nngh..." his cock pulses. a thin stream of cum splatters his belly.

"cutie," you coo through a laugh. you admire him – his full-body blush, his clouded and lust-blown eyes. his skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, and the ends of his hair stick to his temples. you won't pretend that you aren't as affected; your muscles twitch with the strength to hold your high back as you fuck him deep and messy. every moan that passes through those spit-slick lips, every drag of his nails down your chest – he's got you wrapped up in him, enthralled like a worshipper to his god. you want more of it – more of him, more of his sweet and broken cries.

"ple-e-ease," he sobs, hiccupping, "s-slow down...! f-feels so good, i can't, i can't – so full, so full'f your big fucking cock – nnh—!"

the wet smack of your balls against his ass makes him cry harder. he's so open like this, knees pinned to his chest, your hot groans and gasps directly in his ear and into his brain. he's come so many times he can't even get it up any longer – it's just your cock abusing his swollen prostate, sending hot blinding thrills through his body, that brings him to another trembling high.

he doesn't know how long it continues for. what snaps him out of the thick cloud of pleasure is the way your groans deepen; the way you fuck the wet lube and precum harder and harder into him; the way you press your chest to his, heartbeats thudding into each other's ribs.

you're telling him something, the low timbre of your breathless murmurs melting his core. he grips your shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut.

"can you come for me one more time, baby?" you grunt. "one more time f'me, love. just one more. oh, f-fuck..."

he gasps out a whiny cry and drags you tighter to him, hooking his arms under yours and over the warm, slick bulk of your shoulders. he buries a punched moan in your shoulder as your cock angles further into him, fucking him in places he didn't know he had. he scrabbles at your shoulders, toes curling, as you thrust in one last time and burst inside of him, filling him up – he sobs softly as his head blanks, heavy with cotton. you wrench another high from deep in his gut, a pitiful throb and a mostly-clear rope of cum all that's left in him.

your high lasts a while, your cock aching as you finally let go. you grind your dick lazily into his ass, panting against the side of his soft throat, and gently let his legs down, feeling them quiver like leaves in a storm.

you slip out of him, softened, and pull him to your chest, letting him sniffle and whimper quietly against you. his whole body is wracked with a subtle tremor, muscles tensing and untensing as he slowly grounds himself in your warmth and bulk.

when you tilt away slightly, his grip tightens, as if afraid you'll leave him. you hush him and kiss his forehead, wrapping an arm under his ribs and taking him with you as you roll onto your side. letting out a soft, pleased sigh, you cradle him in your arms, wiping the remnants of his tears from his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

you sit in silence for a while, your heartbeats slowing, as jungkook learns his way around words once more. slowly, he lifts his head from your chest, his eyes dry and sated.

"baby," he whispers hoarsely. you open your eyes with a soft hum, stroking his shoulder. "do that again."

"do what again?"

"all of it," he mumbles, glancing away shyly. "it was... good."

"just good?" you ask dryly.

he slaps your chest without much force. his muscles are still jelly. "shut – shut up. you know what i mean."

with a grin, you pull him into your chest and he rests his cheek against your collar, tucking himself beneath your chin. "mm. glad you liked it. would you give it a star rating?"

he giggles softly, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder. "three."

you glance down at him, taken aback. "three? out of five?"

"michelin star ratings, actually. three stars. worth a special trip."

you slump back with a quiet groan, loosely tucking one knee up. "fuck, i was gonna throw a big tantrum if i got a three-out-of-five for this. hate you."

he bites back a soft smile and traces shapes into your chest. "hate you, too. you made me all messy..."

"ah – i'm sorry. let's go clean up, then. you don't have to worry about a thing." you move, as if to get up.

he grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down, settling back into his place on top of you. "no."

"no?"

"i kinda like it," he whispers, kissing your skin. he hums. "baby, i like feeling like a whore."

you scoff, twisting your hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his crown. "mm, is that right? then i think you should challenge me to another mario kart race. it'll be good."

"that was a fluke," he argues with a glare that doesn't mean a thing. he pouts and scowls, turning his face into your chest. "i'll win next time. promise. you're dead meat."

"uh-huh, i betcha."

he just huffs, wrapping his arms loosely around your middle. "jerk. suck my dick."

you bite your tongue to stop the retort about to slip out. you bury your smirk in his hair, cuddling him closer, and he sighs contentedly.

you're definitely losing the next round. he can't wait to thrash you – and then you'll be all his to tease and play with for a whole week.

whenever, wherever. he smiles. you'll be begging for mercy when he's done with you.

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jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 2.9k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, bondage, toys, blindfold, edging, temp play, nipple play, handjobs/frotting, sir kink, size humiliation

you've gotten daring. it feels as if he's constantly in wait for a wolf to jump out of the bushes to attack him in the kitchen, the dining room... or even actual bushes. and it wasn't just the sex that had his skin burning under his clothes. it was the way you shifted your arm casually around his waist, over his shoulders, claiming him as yours – it was the way you looked at him differently, eyes dark and dangerously playful. it was the way a corner of your lips twitched up and pride glittered in your eyes whenever anyone mentioned how cute he was, tucked into your side like a doll.

it excited him, doing something so dirty in the shadows and having it leave its mark on him so visibly that others picked up on it.

when you greet him in the morning with a fruity breakfast-in-bed of your famous pancakes with a bundle of red bamboo-silk rope on the side, he picks up the rope first.

he twists the soft ends between his fingers, admiring the nylon-like sheen to the vibrant fibres. he turns the bundle over in his hands, admiring the contrast against his skin. "so pretty," he whispers, taking his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes sparkle up at you ardently. "do you know how to use these?"

"i've been doing some light reading," you tease, kissing his cheek and throwing open the curtains to let the morning light in. "got them on tuesday. been waiting for a time when i can really let them shine as a centrepiece."

"you should've gotten a blindfold, too," he laughs, giving the rope a harsh tug. it barely moves, holding steady. he blushes. if you decide you don't want him moving a single inch, these will certainly get the job done.

"would you like one?" you ask liltingly, moving towards the wardrobe. "you have all day to pick one." since the beginning of the week, he'd grown more comfortable with giving up control over the little things in his life – like now, allowing you to pick out a nice, casual outfit for him.

"mm... maybe i would." he sets aside the rope, his chest already brimming with anticipation, and picks up the fork. delicately, he pierces a dewy blueberry with a single silver tine and drags it against his teeth with a soft hum. the syrupy glazing gives the tartness a tingling rich weight.

his eyes widen at the outfit you've thrown on the end of the bed next to his feet. you close the wardrobe. "that's just your hoodie. where's the rest of it?"

you smirk, scooping up a familiar pair of fishnets folded into a neat square, a loop of leather clinking on top. you lift the pair of polished black heels in your other hand and they glint sharply in the light. "here's the rest of it."

flames engulf his face. "h-hyung! i can't wear that!"

"why not?"

"it's not – it's so suggestive," he whispers. you smile; there's your sweet boy. "aren't you worried people will stare at your boyfriend?"

"no. i know they would – that's why i chose them." you set them down, perching on the edge of the bed next to him and taking the fork gently from his hands. you carve a bite out of the fluffy pancake stack and lift it to his lips, humming when he wraps his lips around it with more of a pout than usual. "you love the attention, my darling. i'm just giving you what you want."

he shivers at the familiar sentence, which sends a twinge of arousal up his spine. he just woke up, too – maybe you'll help him with his little 'problem' if he asks nicely. "i think i should wear pants. what if the wind picks up the end of the hoodie? i'd get in trouble for public indecency – you'd have to fuck me in a jail cell."

"fine," you huff, pushing another mouthful of pancakes into his mouth as you stand. "jeans, then. your black calvin klein denim, maybe? let's go for an all-black look today. you can cuff the hems to show off your shoes."

with a laugh, he spears half of a strawberry and waves it towards you. you accept it, teeth dragging lightly against the silver. "you have to go change, then. wanna match with you, baby."

"i made you a cute breakfast and you're still ordering me about..." you sulk. "okay. but that's the last thing you can ask of me. i'm in charge, you little minx."

"yes, daddy," he drawls, rolling his eyes as he giggles. "big man pays for our dates and gives good kisses. what else to i have to want for?"

"oh, trust me. tonight, you'll be wanting."

—

it's hot. it's cold. your thumb tweaks his nipple and he flinches at the suddenness of it, swallowing his groan of pleasure.

"mmnh... oh, fuck, fuck you..." he jolts as the wet heat of your tongue circles his pebbled nipple, your teeth dragging against the soft, cold skin. it's fascinating, really – you can feel his heat, his red-blooded muscle, simmering beneath his skin, and yet what you take between your lips is arctic. the zing of cold tastes sweet with his bitten moans.

"what did you say, darling?" you drag the ice cube down along the defined edge of his apollo's belt, teasing it up and down the place where it smooths out – right at the junction of his thigh.

he whimpers – really whimpers – and bucks his hips feebly, arms flexing against the red bamboo-silk blend. you made sure to tie them nice and tight, framing the swells of his delts and biceps. he whips his head left and right, trying to find the source of your voice. it's coming from all around him, enveloping him, drowning his senses, bubbling in his tummy like a glass of mellow, nutty champagne.

the bullet vibrator, discreet and black, has been buzzing away inside of him for what feels like hours. it's shorter than your fingers, thinner than your cock, and barely brushes that sweet sport two inches inside of him. he grinds his ass against the bed, fighting desperately to rub it against his prostate for some proper pleasure. the used fleshlight knocks his hip and he shivers as your fingers brush his side while you pick it up and set it aside.

"nothing, sir," he says between clenched teeth, his chest arching into your mouth as your tongue flicks and rolls against his sensitive chest. his stomach tenses and you drag the flat of your tongue down the split of his chest and trace the dips of his toned muscles, lips firm and warm and wet and—

he cries out as the searing ice presses against the underside of his throbbing cock. you wrap your hand entirely around him – his heart flutters – and the heat of your hand and his shaft have the ice dripping down your first knuckles, sandwiched unflinchingly as you lazily shuffle your palm up and down, up and down.

he whines tearfully and his hips jerk away, writhing as he tries to pull away from the numbing cold and shattering heat. it's so slick. "n-nothing! i said nothing!"

the icy water drips down his balls and constant sticky precum bubbles from his tip, pooling on his tensing stomach. his hands flex behind his head and he tilts his mouth against your neck when he feels you bury your face in his shoulder, humming softly as you jerk him off so terribly sweetly. the pulsing rage of heat, the steady glacial chill that hums at the base of his cock...

"'m sorry," he cries out against your skin, pressing his lips to your jaw quick and messy. he's frantic. you smile. "i – mmh! – didn't mean it, please, just wanna come, please... s'hard, so hard, i wanna see you... wanna touch you, wanna feel you against me, in me, i don't care anymore!"

he sounds almost broken. granted, you've never toyed with him like this before – you're not usually one to play with your food too much before you eat. but this week, his words, his cute little smiles when he teases his hand across your crotch... maybe you're less of a square than you thought.

"you didn't mean it?" you tilt your head, middle and index fingers brushing against the rim of his asshole, nudging the vibrator. he spreads his legs wider, thighs hooked over yours, and you smirk. "it just... came out, right? ah, i understand... but that doesn't mean that you're forgiven. you'll have to earn that."

he keens, nodding so hard his head's in danger of falling off. he humps your fist, his cheeks dark pink. "yes – yes, sir. i'll do better for you, hyung."

"hm." you sit back on your knees, stroking his body. he shivers under your touch, flinching and gasping softly at each cold twinge. his fawn nipples are swollen and dark. "you will."

"i will," he parrots softly, a tiny breath of dazed acquiescence. his head tips back – your hand, god, he'd been trying to ignore it, focus on your voice, but even that got him all worked up. he can barely remember what the bedroom looks like. all he remembers is you.

"that's right, darling," you croon, tugging faster on his cock as he judders and moans, grinding into your fist and against your bulge at the same time. you glance down at his cock and can't help the soft huff of laughter that escapes you at the sight.

he clenches around nothing at the sound. "w-what?"

"mm, nothing," you jest, "just admiring how pretty your little cock looks in my hand."

his gut zings with deep, hot pleasure. he can't steady the wobble in his voice. "i-it's not little...!"

"really? can't you feel it, baby?" you wrap your fingers tight around his length one at a time so you can truly appreciate the look of it, snug in the tunnel of your palm. "my hand wraps around it entirely. you can't even see it anymore. i've never realised how dainty you truly are. doubt you could please anyone with this."

you tug sharply and his moan snaps in the middle. his pulsing, leaking red cock dribbles onto his stomach and runs down his sides with all of his writhing. you squeeze slowly on every upwards stroke, as if milking him, and a thick spurt of precum drools over your knuckles.

"'m not dainty," he nearly sobs, yanking on the red ropes caging his arms and chest. they hold strong; he's powerless against you, his heels digging into your lower back in a feeble attempt at getting you to grind on him. "nngh – 'm not..."

"no, you say?" your fingers circle his asshole and you admire the way he grips that little toy like a vice. he whimpers, grinding down on your fingers in a desperate bid to get them inside of him and to fuck him good. "then what are you, my darling?"

he jerks into the mattress as he feels a hot, heavy weight slide along the prominent vein of his cock, slipping in beside his in your loosened fist. you rock your hips and heat engulfs his cock as he trembles, feeling your balls pressed against his in the filthiest kind of intimacy.

"take a look, baby. i want you to see it for yourself."

your fingers hook under his blindfold and toss it somewhere into the darkness to be picked up in the morning. he blinks, disoriented, up at you, his pupils swallowing his irises and his expression loose and wanton.

you take his chin, angling it down, and his eyes travel down his flushed, messy body to the big prize... and was it big.

"don't come." your hand tightens around your cocks. you drag your hips back, then push forward, watching his expressions closely as his mouth falls open and his eyes flutter shut. "good boy. now, watch."

you grab his jaw and tilt his gaze to yours, eyes hungry and ruthless. your hips pump faster. your cock dwarfs jungkook's as it slides over it, the thick head catching on his, and he shuts his eyes tightly, unable to swallow the rapid, ceaseless, embarrassed moans you're yanking out of his guts by the handful. you increase the speed of the vibrator from minimum to maximum and he wails.

"open your eyes, sweet thing. i told you to watch."

he babbles half-words and pleas for things he doesn't know. your hips quicken, the hot drag of flesh on flesh almost deviant. a thick spurt of his precum smears your cock and you groan softly, pumping you together as you thrust against him.

the quick wet smack of your balls against his brings him close to tears. each jostle and rub tugs the string out of his thoughts, unravelling them like a stray thread. the white-hot coil tightens.

nervously, between hiccups and cries, he cracks his eyes open, hands flexing into fists behind his head. the warm pad of your thumb rubs his wet, icy nipple, flicking and pinching erratically. he keens your name, arching his back into the radiating heat of your palm against his ribs.

he feels so small. your hand wrapped over his upper ribs, cupping the softness of his chest. your body, looming above his. your cock, rutting against his like a beast...

he can't help it. his eyes roll back into his skull and he comes.

everything tightens. it's as if his whole body is a spring loaded with a single high-calibre bullet, and in that flash of sun-surface heat, everything slows down. everything is more: your touch, your body, your love. tingling white pleasure bursts in his core, bleeding out to his fingers and toes like blazing petrol trails.

his head spins. his lungs ache.

what's his name, again?

you release on his stomach and cock, making more of a mess of him. his own glazed cum drips down his sides and pools on the soft hotel towels he stole from somewhere he definitely shouldn't have been. you shift your grip, fisting his cock rapidly as he sobs, his chest heaving and tears glittering along his lash line.

you milk him dry until he's a twitching, gasping puddle of cum on the bed, thick trembling thighs pinning you in place. his unfocussed gaze trails over the ceiling. he whines softly through tears as your fingers glide against his sensitive asshole, popping the still vibrator out of him. he clenches around nothing and rolls his ass against your cock – it's sloppy, needy, and tired.

it's always been hard to say no to him, especially when he gazes up at you with a slick swollen pout and those huge, glistening eyes, but you have to. the rope's made pink indents into his skin where he's pulled and pushed against him, and you're glad that you splurged a little on the rope. he wouldn't be able to wear short sleeves for a week if you got him something coarser.

you hush him gently as your fingers work deftly at the knots. when his hands are free, thumping softly to the bed, they're immediately up again, snaking around your shoulders and yanking you down to his chest.

he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent shakily. his fingertips glide absently up and down the middle of your spine; you can feel the tremors wracking his body, muscles tensing and relaxing as often as he breathed.

you kiss him softly. he moans into it, lips moving hungrily against yours, and he arches himself off of the bed in an effort to get closer to you. you hold him up with an arm over his shoulders, your other arm braced against the bed.

when you part, gasping for air, he moans softly, chasing your lips. you indulge him one last time, and when you pull away, you move to his throat, sucking a dark hickey into his skin high above where any t-shirt collars might fall. he doesn't bruise easily; you have to put special care into it.

his ankle slips down around the back of your knee as your teeth sting. you kiss the reddening bruise – one day you're going to make it a heart just to embarrass him – and his throat bobs. you give his adam's apple a chaste kiss – he giggles, dazed and airy, and presses his cheek to yours as he comes down from his high, still panting softly.

he opens his mouth and coaches himself on how to talk again. he feels loopy. "don' want this week to end, hyung..."

"i know." you stroke his side. "just ask me to play mario kart with you again. you've incensed me to try harder."

he coos, giggling softly through deep, shaky breaths. "ah, but it won't matter. i'll beat you anyway – it's genetic. i'm a natural winner."

"winner?" you lift a brow. "just now, you did the one thing i specifically told you not to do, gold star. i don't think that's 'winning'."

"anytime i get to see you naked is a win for me, hyung," he teases, pecking your lips. he tucks his hands behind his head, mimicking the shape you made with the ropes, and spreads his legs. "let's see if you can beat the 'high score' you won tonight."

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cinnaminyoons · 7 months

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¡Hiiii! Can I request a part two to the hoseok one shot young gods. Please and if so thank you 🙏🏼🖤

hey, it's been a while since you sent this in, but i can't manage to get anything good down since then. unfortunately i'll have to pass. i don't want to half-ass a piece for you – sorry and i hope you understand!

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hey sorry to bother you! are you taking requests?

hey there, no worries! my ask box is always open so technically, i always am. a better question would be if i ever finish requests lol TT

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jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 2.4k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, oral (r. receiving), cock worship, boot worship, sir kink, feminisation + crossdressing

it's no secret that jungkook likes to be pretty. he loves dressing up, choosing a belt to go with his shoes, doing his makeup while directing you on how to best match him for a couple's outfit. but neither is it a secret that out of the two of you, he's the one in charge of your outward appearances.

so, when you appear in a crisp suit and show him a cute white gift bag stuffed with purple tissue paper to hide its contents, he's more than a little suspicious, and rather thrown-off. you want to dress him? preposterous!

then he sees what you've bought him, and all of his grumbling immediately ceases.

"what do you say, darling?"

he gazes up at you through his lashes, his blush extending down his neck and shoulders. his tanned skin, like burnished gold, is warmed by the rosy glow. he's dressed in a tiny black skirt and a black bustier, complete with fishnets and a garter belt, and ankle-strap stiletto heels. he's a classic beauty – nothing ever looks bad on him. "th-thank you, sir..."

you hum, crossing your ankle over your knee. your sleek black leather shoes catch the low light of the lamp behind you. you could get used to this. "you're welcome, baby. you look so good in black, don't you? mind giving me a spin?"

he nibbles on his plump lower lip and fidgets with his hands. he gives you a little spin, giggling shyly when you groan wantonly at the sight of his skirt flying up for a split second to reveal his lace panties. "what do you think, sir? did you get the right size?"

"did i get the right size," you mutter mockingly under your breath, grabbing his hips and tugging him in close. you press a soft kiss to his bulge as you gaze up at him, his cock pressed up against his stomach beneath the cloth of his skirt. "fuck, baby, this was mostly a joke, but..."

"but?" he whispers inquisitively, playing with the hem of his soft skirt. he strokes your hair, humming softly as he sways to a sweet pop song playing faintly in the apartment above you. the strappy black top hugs every curve and plane of his chest and you can't help but feel a tiny bit jealous.

"but i can't tell if i should keep you like this, or..." your warm hand slides down the tight curve of his ass. "get to the main course."

he bites his lip to suppress his shy smile, trailing his hands lightly over your shoulders as he lowers himself to his knees. he slides his hands down against the insides of your knees, settling himself neatly between them. "your dessert is waiting, sir. better finish quickly."

you huff. he's not supposed to be the one making demands of you. but his chest looks so good in that little heart-shaped neckline, filling it out nice and tight. he glances down at himself slyly and leans forward, arching his back with his hands between his thighs. he giggles at your slow sigh.

"you really like it, don't you, sir?" he drawls out the title almost mockingly – the tease. "maybe i should dress all pretty like this again. if i knew you liked my tits so much, i would've showed them off more often."

"you wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of them if you did," you mutter, leaning back in your chair and watching as he drags your zipper down with his teeth, your belt already undone. it was no defence at all to him.

"i know," jungkook hums sweetly, hooking a finger under the waistband of your underwear. he grins, shockingly innocent despite his outfit and what he's doing. "i like it when you look at me."

he drags his tongue, hot and wet, along the underside of your cock and wraps his lips around the tip, moaning at the taste. you comb your fingers through his hair, tilting your head back with a soft groan. he takes a few more inches, sucking wetly, and strokes what he can't fit in one hand, gazing up at you with those huge brown eyes that can do no harm.

"don't look at the ceiling," he whines, lapping hungrily at the head of your cock and sliding the tip of his tongue along the slit, where precum leaks in little beads. "i want you to look at me, sir."

"fuck," you breathe, lowering your gaze. "my little attention whore, hm?"

he hums in agreement around your dick, his lips parting as he forces it down his throat. he gags but doesn't let that stop him, attempting it again without a second thought.

he's so fucking warm, so fucking tight. his throat pulses around your cock as he swallows constantly to avoid gagging on your length, bobbing shallowly.

jungkook can't speak, but you can see his reply in the heated, heavy depth of his gaze. all yours. he grabs your hips, pulling your cock deeper down his throat, and you suck in a hiss as his nose brushes your stomach, his plush wet lips wrapped tight around your base. spit-slick, he swallows your cock like a damn porn star, moaning around it as he grinds into air. his tall black heels press against his ass with each roll.

you take your time enjoying the sight, guiding his head to slow him down. he's too eager, choking on your cock to an unsteady beat, and you have to teach him otherwise. saliva drips down his chin as he pants and sucks wetly, moans coming out in short staccato stutters. he's always been a pillow princess, talking big game until you actually do things to him. he melts the moment you put your mouth on him, and his fucked-out expressions and babbled love confessions never cease to swell your heart.

he adores receiving, but on the rare occasions that you let him please you, it gets his head all hot and fuzzy. he's your boy and he will be good.

he mouths at your cock, panting softly against it. the heat of his breath makes it twitch, and he licks his lips as he envelops the thick head in his mouth, tongue dragging against the glans. he gazes up at you, deep brown eyes large and sweet, and leaves hungry, lingering kisses along your shaft and tip.

"good girl," you mutter, combing his silky hair from his forehead and twisting it in your fist, a makeshift ponytail. he moans loudly on your cock, gulping down the inches as if he's starved.

his hips judder weakly against your leg. his cock is meltingly hot, throbbing inside the tight panties. the cotton threads of his fishnets dig tightly into his sensitive skin; he whines around your dick as his head spins with the pain, gripping your calf with one clawed hand. the muscle of your leg flexes beneath his nails. the leather garter belt pinches around his thick thighs, and the way that there's too much of him to fit makes your mouth water.

"mmhm," he mumbles, your cock still stuffed in his mouth. he draws back and suckles on the tip, cheeks hollowing, and moans as you tug sharply on his hair and tap your cock on his slick, plump lips. "sir, please – no more, want it inside me, want you in me so bad, i'll do anything..."

"didn't fuck you hard enough yesterday, did i?" you ask, amused. you shift your grip in his hair, guiding his lips to your cock again. he parts his lips eagerly, taking it in with a soft sigh. he grinds his caged cock into your leg. "mm, look at you, such a pretty thing all dressed up f'me. feel like the luckiest guy on the planet."

jungkook averts his gaze, tucking his shoulders inwards involuntarily. he strokes your cock to a quick beat, heart fluttering at the sound of your pleased groan. "th-thank you, baby... i like the heels."

"mm, me too. make your legs go on for days." you stroke his hair and he moans softly around your cock as your nails scrape, tingling, over his scalp. he relaxes his jaw and sinks down on you as far as he can, lips stretched white around your cock as he sucks wetly. his tongue flicks against it, rubbing and gliding, and the soaking heat of his mouth and the tightness of his throat have the coil in your lower stomach twisting to breaking point. you release a string of colourful curses as he bobs his head, rapid and shallow, and you cup the back of his neck, pushing him deeper down on your cock.

he mewls, the wet sounds echoing around the room obscene and filthy. he grinds his cock desperately into your leg, arching his spine and shoving his cock tight against the laces of your oxfords. he lifts his skirt to feel more of you, and his cute cock peeks over the top of his black panties. the pink goes so well with the black.

he gets sloppy. his movements are rushed and needy, more like humping than grinding, and he mewls when your composure cracks and you thrust up harshly into the heat of his mouth.

he loves the taste of you. it's a dirty, lewd confession, even to make to himself, and he can't help but whimper in embarrassment as waves of white-hot lust roll over his body, touching every nerve and vein until all he can think is more.

he'd lick up all of you if he could. your cock, your stomach, your chest, the soft underside of your chin – and he knows what you look like sweat-slick and exhausted only because he pesters you until you go to the gym together. when you are fucking him into the mattress he's usually too gone to truly appreciate it.

he wishes so dearly to run his tongue over every part of you. every hard plane, every soft curve – he wants to learn it, taste the salt of your sweat, shower you with kisses like you do with him.

but for now, he'll placate himself with the thick heat of your cock buried down his throat. there's a reason he offered his body as a prize, free to play with as desired – he's too shy to initiate all of it himself. you're a little louder – or, at least, you're crasser, and you like to make him go beet red in embarrassment when you whisper in his ear about all the bad things you want to do to him. maybe, when he's feeling brave again, he'll write it down on a cute square of paper and tuck it into your pocket when you're not looking.

jungkook comes first, suddenly and violently. he grinds against your leg with a needy cry, swallowing your cock haphazardly until you come down his throat, tight and hot and clamping around you with each gulp and breath. his nails dig into your thighs, scrabbling at the smooth dark cloth, and he slows as he milks your cock with the smooth muscle of his throat. his eyes are shut, flushed face lax with pleasure, and his cock throbs in its binds. cum spurts rhythmically against his stomach, dripping down the inside of his pretty skirt. it smears against the creases of his inner thighs and he squirms, panting – hot and dazed – as he finally, begrudgingly, draws off your cock with a wet pop.

he sits back on his heels, arms trembling slightly as he grips onto you for support. with dark, glazed eyes, he parts his lips, showing off his empty mouth. you tuck his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tilting his head to the side; you swipe your thumb over a spot of cum and place it gently between his lips, groaning softly as he leans in and sucks it clean.

you smirk, shifting your leg. his come is smeared along the tip of your black leather shoe, marring its otherwise pristine surface. "clean it up, babygirl."

he blushes dark, burning up beneath his skin, and he places his hands demurely between his thighs as he lowers himself and licks it up. he moans softly, completely under your spell.

at your assenting hum, he sits back on his heels. he pants softly and grins, wide and perfectly content.

"you, mh, wanna fuck me, now?"

you scoff and roll your eyes, tucking yourself away. standing, you grab his upper arm and toss him onto the bed, seizing his hip and rolling him onto his stomach. you tug his hips upwards and his eyes widen as you hook the panties between his legs under your finger, moving it aside.

"w-wait, my clothes—!"

he squeaks as you slap the ample flesh of his ass. he whines, struggling to his knees and leaning back against your chest. you kiss his temple and squeeze his sensitive cock in one hand.

"i hope you don't ruin this skirt," he complains breathily, thrusting into your palm as he tucks his face into your neck. "otherwise, i'm going to be very upset with you, mister."

"well, i bought these clothes, so i can do what i want with them." you snicker. "but yes, there is another pair – don't you worry."

jungkook huffs. "good. now, you gonna fuck me, or what? wanna feel stretched, baby. you gotta fuck my brains out or i'm breaking up with you right here."

you gasp in offence, pushing him gently down and lowering your face to his ass. you smirk as he inhales sharply with realisation and you give his ass a good smack, watching him jerk and grind against air.

"you'd break up with me for that?" you tease. "i wouldn't even be able to make it up to you."

"i guess you better—" his eyes flutter closed and his head drops to the pillows as your tongue drags over his clenching asshole, severely neglected until now. "y-you better do well, then... oh, fuck—!"

suffice to say, when you wake up, you are still jungkook's boyfriend.

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