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⤷ the cost of jealousy — jjk (m)
pairing: possessive bf!jungkook x fem!reader
rating: explicit, not safe for minors
synopsis: seeing you flirting around at an event dedicated to him made jungkook's blood boil, so much that he ended up dragging you to the nearest restroom and remind you who you belonged to there
word count: 3.7k
warnings: very detailed explanation, hard dom!jungkook, he's extremely possessive and jealous also a tease, rough themes, creamp*e, petnames, unprotected s*x, spank*ng , chok*ng, bit*ng, jungkook has a daddy k*nk (sorry if thats cringy), overst*mulation, public s*x, this is basically pure p*rn, some words are censored, let me know if there's more
note: there's no stroyline continuation but this is a part two of the fic jealous, hope you enjoy!
Jungkook regretted everything right now, bringing you with him was a mistake, he really should’ve known better.
You were currently at the private party that was thrown to celebrate the success of Jungkook’s collaboration campaign with Calvin Klein, but despite him being the main event of the night, you were showing interest in everybody except for him.
Yeah he got it, you were friendly and outgoing by nature but come on now, let’s be serious, he knew you too well to not notice your ulterior motives.
You were trying to get him jealous, that was all this was about.
Because with all due respect, he really loved Son Heungmin too but, he couldn’t be that funny now though could he?
Jungkook was probably — no no, definitely funnier but why the hell were you throwing yourself upon him as you laughed at every random word that came out of his mouth?
Like honestly, Jungkook was right there, right freaking next to you and he was getting pissed, really really pissed.
You wearing that mini dress despite his will was one thing and now you were acting like this? You were overstepping, teasing his limits which clearly showed that you were asking to be put in place and luckily, he knew just what to do to put you back in line.
Clearing his throat, “Can you excuse us for a second?” Jungkook kindly asked towards the sportsman you were busy flirting with, placing his empty champagne glass on the table as he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you away from the crowd that surrounded you.
“Is there something wrong?” You asked as you tried to catch up with his fierce steps, furrowing your brows as you followed him towards the aisle where the restrooms were.
“Jungkook?”
Ignoring your repetitive questions, Jungkook briefly checked your surroundings before getting inside the men’s room, pulling you inside along with himself, pushing you against the door as he locked it behind the two of you.
Oh thank god, he thought, there seemed to be no one around which meant that you could finally have some privacy, since he really needed it for the things that he was planning on doing to you.
Noticing the change of his gaze, “Jungkook, what are you doing?” you questioned once again, stiffing up against the door as he left almost no gap between your bodies.
“What am I doing?” he repeated after you, poking his cheek with his tongue as he reached down to his pants, hands skillfully unbuckling his belt. “Funny, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same y/n.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You gulped down, knowing the answer to your question very well as you watched him inhale a deep breath while taking his belt out, it was all a part of your plan after all.
Your plan of getting him infuriatingly jealous.
Jungkook was the most jealous boyfriend on the face of earth yet despite knowing that, you had the nerves to flirt with guys around him all night, at an event that was dedicated to him so yeah, without a doubt you knew what he meant to say.
But he had it coming, he deserved to be teased, so regardless of what was about to happen, you regretted nothing.
“Is Heungmin really that funny?” He blurted out, folding his belt in two, hitting the sink marble right next to where you were standing with it, “hm, y/n?”
Okay after a second thought, maybe, just maybe you might have overstepped with the whole getting him jealous plan. And maybe, you have started to regret it a little, just a little though.
“Jungkook—”
“Why were you throwing yourself on him all night, huh?” He gritted his teeth, eyes turning darker and darker with every word, “You thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t—”
Uh oh, he was angry— angrier than you imagined him to be, this was bad.
“Don’t lie to me!” He raised his voice, tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your throat as he pressed you against the door, sandwiching you there by using his strength, “Was he the reason why you insisted on wearing this dress too?” He hissed, veins on his neck popping out as he spoke, “You wanted to show some skin for him, is that it?”
“N-no—” you gasped, grabbing on his forearm as he choked you, “I p-picked this f-for you.”
Over your answer, Jungkook let go of your neck, noticing your struggle to breathe. It wasn’t his intention to go hard on you, he didn’t like doing that but as you can guess, he couldn’t exactly control himself very well when his blood was literally boiling inside.
He wanted— no, he needed to rip your dress off and fuck you out in the open until you lost your voice yet since he couldn’t do that for the sake of his job, he had another brilliant idea to punish you with.
“Liar, you’re such a bad liar.” He whispered, unfolding his belt as he brought it to your lips, “Bite,” He ordered, voice husky as he spoke, “and stop talking, I don’t wanna hear another word coming out of your lying, dirty mouth.”
You did as you were told and followed his command, legs shaking as you felt no different than an ant before him. He looked so serious with every word he said, even the tone of his voice had you weak on the knees.
Taking out his jacket, Jungkook tossed it over one of the cabinet doors, carefully folding his sleeves as he eyed you up and down. Sigh, that dress you were wearing, it was gonna be the death of him.
It was a long dress but unfortunately, had a very deep slit that he didn’t like, which almost reached up to your pubis and caused a lot of your skin to be displayed for eyes besides his own. That was wrong, he should’ve been the only one who’s allowed to see thus far, didn’t you know that?
Since it seemed like you forgot, guess he had to give you a punishment for that now, to remind you of his rights and wrongs as your boyfriend, and as the guy who owned you.
You were his, only his, but how could you be so blunt with your actions? He thought you knew better than this, tch tch, he was disappointed in you, you really needed to be taught a lesson.
Reaching his hand to that said slit, Jungkook lifted your skirt up, humming as he brushed his fingers over your clothed core. “You’re wet.” He stated, playing with the fabric of your underwear, “I bet you were waiting for this moment all night long, didn’t you?”
Yes, hell yes you were, he wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest bit.
It was your main purpose of the night to get him so angry, so jealous that he would lose his mind and from what you saw, it worked out hella well.
“You were doing everything you can to piss me off,” he muttered, pushing your panties aside, “so that I would fuck the shit out of you, right y/n?” he asked, two fingers playing with your slickness as he slid them back and forth on your folds.
As you remained silent biting on his leather belt, he pushed his fingers through your wetness, pumping them inside a few times before pulling out, observing the coat of mucus around his digits intensely.
He was impressed to say the least because, how could you act so normal while having a literal waterfall running down there?
You were so wet that it was dripping from his fingers, to which he reacted with a smug smirk as he opened his mouth and leaned down to lick it off from his hands and wrist.
“So wet and for who?” Jungkook asked, eyebrows raising cockily, “for Heungmin?”
You shook your head, begging at him with your eyes as he sucked on his gorgeous fingers, eyes glowing like a hunter’s. You were his prey for tonight and to your luck, Jungkook was the type to play with his food so, surely a very long night was ahead of you.
“Who then?” He questioned, removing his belt from your mouth for a brief second, only to let you whisper out his name desperately.
“For you Jungkook,” you whined, trying to reach his lips, “you only, I swear.”
And finally, he was smiling, a satisfied “good girl” rolling off from his tongue as he praised you. He liked all sides of you, true, but if he had to pick a favorite, he’d choose desperate y/n over anything with his eyes closed.
Content with the response he got, Jungkook grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself from his lips. He wasn’t gentle as he devoured the cave of your mouth, hitting the outside of your thighs with the belt he had in his grasp.
Soon after, you found yourself gasping into the kiss as he trailed his hand down to your neck, pressing on the sides to turn you into a complete mess. You could feel the outline of his belt in between your thighs as he brushed it over your half clothed core, smacking it softly against your sensitive flesh.
“If you picked this dress for me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss as he turned you around and pushed you against the sink instead, “then I guess I can make some adjustments on it,” he said, raising an eyebrow expectantly, “right, my love?”
As you nodded rapidly, he flipped you around and made you face the mirror over the sinks, swift hands pulling the straps of your dress down almost immediately.
He leaned closer, humming softly as he adorned the area from your shoulders to your neck with his open mouthed kisses.
“You smell like heaven,” he complimented, unzipping the upper part of your dress, watching your reflection on the mirror as it fell from your chest, leaving you basically topless before him, “and you look like an angel,” he confessed, cupping your naked breasts with both hands, “my pretty angel.”
You felt dizzy, getting drunk under his endless praises as he touched you like he owned you, your head falling back on his chest while he was busy grinding his clothed hard-on against your butt.
“Jungkook—” you called out his name, voice thin as you watched him behind half opened lids through the mirror. He looked breathtaking tonight, him in suits was really your weakness.
“Hm?”
“I want you.”
He chuckled, you were adorable, too freaking adorable for his sanity. What was he gonna do with you?
“And what do good girls say when they want something?” Jungkook responded, placing the belt on the sink to get a better use of his hands as he unzipped his pants and slid it down just enough to free his bulge out.
Maybe he could help you out a little and reduce your punishment, since you were too cute to resist, just for this once though.
“They say please, don’t they baby?” He questioned, finally taking his dıck out and slapping it against your wetness, big hands guiding one of your legs over the marble as he teased your entrance with his tip.
If he wanted you to beg, you were gonna beg so without wasting any time, “K-kook, please, I want you inside me,” you whined, leaning forward as you arched your back for him, trying to allure him more, “I need you inside me, please.”
“Need me inside, huh?” he grinned, “Like this?”
And with that, he poked his head in, not moving a millimeter as he placed both of his hands on your waist, removing your skirt from his way to get a better view of your gorgeous buttocks.
You let out a breathy whimper over the feeling and ugh, he was in love with that sound. He didn’t plan on letting you adjust to his size by any means and trust me, he wanted nothing more than to slam his whole length inside you yet despite how tempting you sounded, he wasn’t gonna give you what you were asking for, not just yet.
Frustrated by him not elaborating, you turned to face him, giving him your best puppy eyes as you tried to sneakily push your hips against his, desperately needing to feel more of him.
On the other hand, Jungkook had different plans as he stopped you, holding your hips in place and adding more to your already pent up frustration. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, hands reaching out to grab his belt from where he placed it, his cocky expression slowly turning into a more serious one.
“I—”
“Did I tell you to move?”
Your sentence got cut as he smacked you using his belt as a whip, the sting making you flinch as you slapped a hand over your mouth to shush your own squeak. To make your job even more difficult, Jungkook tugged on your hair with his empty hand, bottoming out as he pulled you towards him with his strong grasp.
“Answer me!”
“N-no!”
Your back was arched to its breaking point as he forced your head behind to form an eye contact, looking down at you with his lust-filled dark eyes while landing another sharp hit on your skin.
This time your voice came out louder, your knees went weak for a second as he helped your hips up, pressing you flat on the sink while pulling out. “Then what made you think that you could move?” he asked, thrusting himself back in, making you raise on your toes as if the high heels you were wearing wasn’t enough.
“I m-made a mistake,” you yelped, placing a hand on the mirror to maintain your balance against his strong thrusts, “I’m sorry, please, I’m s-so sorry!”
“You’re making a lot of mistakes today,” was Jungkook’s response as he hovered over your folded body, lips leaving wet kisses on your exposed nape, “and it makes me really mad, y/n.”
“I’m sorry,” you begged, barely audible as you tilted your head in hopes of kissing him, “forgive me Kook, please.”
He couldn’t hold back his smile as he pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you, his hips meeting with yours once again, this time a little slower compared to the previous ones.
“Be a good girl and make yourself forgiven then, yeah?” he whispered as he pecked your lips one last time before he straightened up, fixing your position and rearranging himself against your entrance for the ruthless pace he was about to settle with.
He was throbbing inside you, there was no time left to waste.
You were both low on patience so you nodded, “I’ll be the best girl for you.” you said, biting your lower lip excitedly as you observed his handsome features through the mirror. He looked so hot, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he was furrowing his beautiful eyebrows, his loosened tie making you wanna call him daddy.
You hated that word, it was the cringiest thing ever, yet you couldn’t care less about being cringy now— not when he felt that good, hitting all the right spots inside of you as he thrusted in.
“Oh baby,” he groaned, eyes closing with pleasure as he moved back and forth, inked hand fondling your flesh aggressively, “you feel so good, holy shit.”
No matter how many times he’s done this, you always managed to make it feel like it was your first time and god, he honestly loved that for you.
“You feel even better, daddy,” you giggled out playfully, holding one of your asscheeks up for him, “please don’t stop, please.”
Oh my god, you looked so hot like this. He hated to admit but hell, that nickname sounded too cute coming out of your pretty mouth like that, he really needed to hear it again.
“Say that again.” he requested, slipping his dıck in and out of you continuously, feeling his high nearing everytime you clenched around his shaft, making his already worked up meat twitch inside you helplessly.
He really needed a release, so so badly at the moment.
Now it was your turn to smirk as you whined out a very needy “Oh daddy,” reaching your hands behind to caress his half clothed thighs, “you feel perfect, I’m almost there.”
“Yeah? Do I make you feel good baby?”
You nodded, pouting at him cutely through the mirror and he adored the way you did it, biting his lips as he watched your angelic face go through different phases of pleasure thanks to him. You really were his princess because even after everything you’ve done tonight, he couldn’t stay mad at you for longer than five minutes, he just loved you too much for that.
“Will you come for daddy then, hm my princess?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, doe eyes locked on his fierce ones, “anything for daddy.”
God, he wanted to ruin you. Something about you tonight was really hitting off differently and he wasn’t sure whether it was your pretty pouty lips, your sweet voice or your tight little hole but shit, he couldn’t hold himself anymore.
“Yeah?” He hissed, nails digging deep into your skin as he was guiding your hips, literally drooling while watching your reflection as you played with your tıts, “Will you be good and let me fill you up too?”
“Yes please,” you responded, licking your lips, “I want daddy to fill me up.”
Letting out a low growl, Jungkook reached forward, peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he spoke, “that’s my girl.” he proudly claimed, dropping the belt on the floor and pulling you close, wanting to roam his hands on your body freely.
His compliment was small yet effective, had you shaking in his hold as you reached your climax, melting under his touch while crying out his name.
There were actual tears in your eyes as he stroked your hair and hugged you tight, kissing your temple sweetly in contrast to how his thrusts were.
He was aware of how overstimulated you were but he couldn’t stop, not when he was just around the corner, flying so close to his sweet euphoria. “Just a little more baby,” he whispered next to your ear, “hold on for me a little longer, I'm almost there.” he said, leaking the first wave of his hot seeds inside you.
You could hear his breath hitching as he tried to ride out his high, his pace getting sloppier and sloppier until his length finally flopped out of you, leaving you a dripping mess before him.
He was exhausted, yes, but you seemed even worse, looking like you were in a completely different universe with your half opened eyes. There was definitely no way of explaining this to the people outside, who were probably wondering where you two went off, yet instead of being bothered by that, Jungkook oddly felt amused.
Well, guess he didn’t need to worry about Heungmin or any other male representatives acting too friendly towards you anymore, since it seemed like your dozed off face would be enough sign that you belonged to no one but him.
Chuckling to himself, Jungkook let go of your body and fixed his pants as he watched you lay back on the cold marble, looking completely limp and unresponsive. Good, he thought, that would probably teach you a lesson.
Smacking your butt, he leaned down to bite on it as he took his belt from off the floor, not giving you any peace even for a second. “Don’t pass out here,” he mocked, proceeding to fix his shirt, “people are waiting for us outside, we already took long enough.”
“And who’s fault is that?” you asked, rubbing on his teeth marks, scrunching your face over the pain. How could he bite you as if he didn't do enough things already?
“Yours.” he responded bluntly, giving you an annoying smile as he washed his hands and fixed his hair, looking as normal as he was at the beginning of the night. Nice, so it was only gonna be you who looked like you just came out of world war three, wasn’t that lovely?
“How is it my fault that you’re so jealous?”
“Because,” he sighed, reaching for his jacket as he walked towards the door, “if you behaved like you should have, none of this would’ve happened.” he asserted, unlocking it with ease, throwing you a fake smile along with a sarcastic flying kiss.
“I’ll be outside,” he shared, opening the door a creak before he stepped out, “since someone has to tell people that you’re feeling nauseous.” he winked, enjoying the mess he caused probably way more than he should.
“I hate you so much.”
“Oh yeah?”
He stopped, challenging you with his eyes as he standed before the door frame, “We’ll see about that when we get home,” he said, pointing his tattooed index at you, “but until then, you’ve got other things to worry about.”
“Really?” you talked back, locking your arms before your chest confidently, “Like what, Kook?”
“Like your hair, daddy’s pretty princess.” he huffed, emphasizing on the fourth word, “I’d take my time if I were you,” he added, scrunching his nose at you, “it looks quite messy there, you know?”
He successfully avoided your shoe as you threw it at him, closing the door right on time while he was laughing out loud, feeling way better compared to the beginning of the night.
“And oh y/n,” he called out, leaning his head on the hard surface as you locked him out, “don’t worry about Heungmin, I’ll let him know that you were busy giving me a helping hand!”
“Fuck off!”
He cackled, feeling satisfied with himself as he fixed his jacket, “I love you too!” he yelled back before walking away with a pleasant smile of victory plastered all over his face.
Not long after he was blend in with the crowd, hunter eyes easily locating his new prey’s whereabouts as Jungkook approached the oblivious guy with a devilish smirk, calling out his name rather enthusiastically;
“Hey there, Heungmin!”
Uh oh, guess your night was not yet over, oops.
©jvngkooks on tumblr, do not plagiarize.
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𔘓 ː jungkook & his k!nks (m.)
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x female reader
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: m/18+ | smut
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: the gif above isn't mine, credit to the respective owner. also lmk if you see your favourite k!nk 👀
→ Degradation:
Your eyes roll back, tits bouncing with each thrust. You purposely clench around Jungkook, making him hiss, “fucking clenching around me like a pathetic slut, is it that good, hm?” He taunts from above, the sheer layer of sweat glistening on his forehead, neck and chest.
“Your slut,” you mumble out, voice too hoarse from screaming for how good his cock filling you up and hitting your g-spot.
“That’s right, you're my slut. Only I can fuck you like this,” he greets his teeth, voice coming out in a groan.
Calling yourself ‘his slut’ does nothing but makes his cock jerk inside you, getting harder– even if that's possible. You hold his forearms as his thrusts increase its pace.
→ Submission:
It’s not a secret that Jungkook absolutely loved it when you’d dominate him in bed – even if it’s just for a few minutes. Just like now: your bare pussy rubbing against his heavy, thick cock which is laying on his stomach. Your slick coating his whole length as you continuously move your hips. “Fuck— that feels so good.”
Your hand planted on his abs, nails digging into his skin, creating marks– just how you like it.
Jungkook tries to surpass his moans, muffling them by biting his lip, eyes completely focused on your cunt swallowing his girthy length. You lean down, capturing his lips between your; you lick and suck on his lower lip before tugging it by your teeth, leaving him hissing.
You whisper, “I wanna hear you moan, moan for me.”
→ Exhibitionism:
You've no idea how you ended up like this: face pressed against the table, books scattered, naked, sweaty with messy hair. Moans after moans leave your mouth like a chant as Jungkook speeds up his pace from behind. Just as you're about to tell him to not stop, you hear some footsteps. You press your hand on your lips to conceal any sound that's coming out of your mouth.
You feel him getting harder as the sound of the footsteps grows distant after a while. Jungkook leans forward, pressing his chest on your back, he holds your hair in a low, messy ponytail. You whimper before asking, “Does that make you excited? Does the thought of getting caught make you that hard?”
He groans, nodding his head. You push back your hips to match his pace. You move your hand to hold his head, pressing his face on your side.
→ Bareback/unprotected sex:
Jungkook absolutely loves the idea of fucking you raw, he loves the feeling of your wet cunt suck him in, and your pussy wrapped on his cock so tightly. He loves it when he feels your slick coating his throbbing length.
The sight of his cock entering your wet cunt makes his head spin, the way you'd cream around his cock and beg him to fill you up has him shoot his cum then and there. He'd shove his cock to keep his cum inside your hot pussy, he loves to watch you whine because it's too much and you're so sensitive after your orgasm.
→ Edging:
Jungkook is a huge tease. He loves it so much, especially when he stops when you’re so close to cum and you’d either whine or cry out.
“Oh– Jungkook. Please, please, please. Let me cum,” your voice is needy yet filled with frustration for not cumming for so long, your stomach burns with the desire to let go without telling him but Jungkook always knows. He knows when you're about to just by the look on your face or the way you'd grip his head or the sheet under you.
He laps on your pussy a few times before spitting and rubbing it on your slit, and finally reaching your clit. He swirles his tongue and just as you're about the tidal wave of orgasm about to hit, he pulls back his head, leaving you crying underneath him.
→ Gagging:
The sound you make while choking around his big cock, makes his cock hard. He wants to use your mouth like a toy— his toy, until you’re a crying mess.
You breathe through your nose, hands tied behind your back. You try to swallow Jungkook cock as much as you can until you feel it hitting the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex causing you to gag as drool slips past your mouth and covers his cock with it.
Jungkook holds your head down, nose touching his pubic bone; you look up, making eye contact with him through your wet lashes. He wipes away your drool before letting go of your head.
→ Handcuffs:
Jungkook loves both, handcuffing you, and getting handcuffed. He loves it when you’re so helpless but can’t touch him. He also loves it when you handcuff him, taking control for a moment while he watches you with lustful eyes. The idea of not touching you when he wants to, arouses him a lot.
You keep the key of the pink fuzzy handcuffs on the nightstand, eyes beaming with so much excitement. You pump his cock, turning and twisting your hand, making Jungkook buck his hips, thrusting his cock and moan.
The sound of the metal hitting the headboard reaches your ears, giggling when you understand that Jungkook is trying to get rid of the handcuffs and hold onto your head, and handcuffs you instead.
→ Morning sex:
The lazy, sleepy sex is what Jungkook wants before you both get up from the bed and leave for work. This makes his days ten times better. He likes to see how slowly you’d push back your ass against him, his cock would slowly go in and out of your cunt.
His one hand under your head, tongue licking on the junction between your neck and shoulder, he holds your leg with his other hand.
His cock disappearing inside your needy cunt as he's buried to the hilt. He moans muffling on your neck. You throw your head back on his shoulder, filling full to the brim. You rub your clit slowly and move your hips.
→ Mirror sex:
Jungkook loves to watch you getting fucked by him from the mirror. He also wants you to watch you getting railed by him like his dirty slut.
He holds your head, angling towards the mirror. Your ass bounces with each thrust, both of your sweaty body glistening under the dim light. Jungkook bites his lip, eyes focused on your face as he watches you: eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open as you beg him to not stop.
→ Spanking:
Jungkook is the type of boyfriend who will spank you playfully whenever he gets the chance to. However, as a punishment, he’d show no mercy, and will spank you until he’s satisfied enough and feels like it’s enough.
He'd told you multiple times to not touch yourself while he was away, but you did the complete opposite. Honestly, it practically wasn't your fault. Your precious boyfriend left you wet and bothered in the morning by teasing you, so you had no choice but to bury your vibrator deep inside your needy cunt.
You had not expected Jungkook to come back so soon and to find you helplessly trying to chase your high. And thus, that's how you ended up being on your stomach, laying on his thighs as he makes you count how many times he spanks you.
“f-five,” you sob, hands clutching on the bed sheet.
𝐚/𝐧: this is so not edited 🤡 comments, reblogs and asks are really appreciated! thank you for reading <3
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©𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐣𝐣𝐤𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑— all rights reserved. do not copy, do not translate, do not repost.
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bestie i need u to picture joshua acting submissive when u ride him. thats all :)
first of all fuck you
“thank you, thank you, thank you-” joshua mumbles out, a string of broken sounding cries leaving his pretty lips as you sink down on his cock.
he’d been achingly hard for the better part of the evening, and you were finally giving him what he so desperately needed. at least, that’s what he thinks.
“feel good?” you ask smiling down at him.
��yes, feels so good,” he moans. “your pussy is so tight, so perfect.”
the compliments are doing wonders for your ego, and the way he sounds so fucked out, yet so genuine while giving them makes your walls flutter around his cock.
“fuck, baby,” he chokes out. “i’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“you’ll last as long as i want you to,” you quip back.
joshua purses his lips, but nods obediently. he looks angelic like this, you think. or rather, he looks like a fallen angel, with his eyes black as night, drowned in lust. his skin was glowing with perspiration from your repeated tests of his self-control, and tears were beginning to gather in the corners of his eyes as a result of the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. it was pleasure that he could not give into. not until you gave him permission.
“right, that’s right,” he huffs, quick to correct himself.
“good boy,” you praise and he whimpers pitifully beneath you.
“don’t say things like that,” he begs. “please, you’ll make me cum.”
you raise your hips and gently sink back down onto him. his hands come to your thighs, trying to hold you down. maybe you should have tied him up.
“joshua,” you warn, glaring at the placement of his hands. he yanks them away as soon as he sees you’re on to him.
“sorry, i’m sorry. i’m trying to be good, but you’re making it so hard!”
you repeat the motion without responding, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut. he keeps them closed for his own good. he absolutely cannot see your tits bounce in his face as you ride him or see the expression on your face as his cock hits your g-spot or he’ll lose it immediately. it’s bad enough that he has to hear your moans and feel your cunt around him- he just needs to hold out long enough for you to cum and then you’ll let him do the same. you always do.
“oh joshua,” you cry. you know you’re being mean, but you can’t help yourself. you almost want your boyfriend to break.
“baby,” he pleads, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
you stop riding him for a second to let him catch his breath and he sighs in relief, body relaxing on the bed. you smile fondly down at him and stroke his cheek tenderly.
“i’ll tell you what,” you say after a moment. “if you can hold off until i make myself cum on your cock, i’ll let you fuck me in front of the big mirror in our bathroom tomorrow morning.”
your boyfriend instantly perks up at your proposal. the idea of bending you over the marble countertop and pounding you into the next week had suddenly given him a boost of stamina. “deal.”
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The Present
Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn't be such a problem if you weren't into him since the day you'd met him.
⤑ word count: 22.3k
⤑ genre: some angst, mature topics, friends to lovers, (mutual) pining, smut
⤑ warnings: MFF threesome, oral (M and F receiving), same-sex kissing, unprotected sex (always wrap it, folks), a lot of dirty talk, weird relationship dynamics, extremely mature topics
⤑ rating: 18+
Being into your friend’s boyfriend was wrong, you knew that.
Wanting to fuck him? That was just vile.
Still, it wasn’t something that you could help. It wasn’t like you could magically stop thinking the dude was the hottest man that’s ever graced planet Earth or stop wondering how it would feel to even touch him. It just wasn’t happening, your mind wasn’t letting go.
Of course, you’d never act on those urges. It was fine, you were used to it. Hana always got the best of the best and you were stuck with the rest—that was actually a running joke between the two of you, friends from elementary school.
She, an attractive rich girl who loved to experiment, mostly because she always got everything she wanted and quickly got bored of it. Because of this, she always tried to find new things to try and rebel against her family. You, on the other hand, never felt as attractive or wealthy as her, least of all adventurous.
While Hana was no stranger to one-night stands, threesomes, and things you blushed even hearing about, you stuck to monogamy and sex with people you had at least some kind of feelings for. Well, almost always.
You rarely felt crazy attraction towards someone, so you dated guys who seemed nice and thoughtful. Sex was secondary anyway, right?
You’d never even met a guy who could get you to have an orgasm and you knew it was all in your head. Hana told you so herself—it’s not the guy’s fault you can’t relax. Just tell him what you want and he’ll do it and get you to come. If you just lay there and let him play, he’ll never get it right.
She was wise, you had to give her that, but it just wasn’t happening for you, mostly because you were never that sexually attracted to guys you dated in the first place.
You rarely felt that towards anyone, until you met Hana’s new toy, Jungkook.
Usually, Hana dated really hot guys that quite frankly disgusted you. They were mostly full of themselves, the real bad-boy type that her father hated, but she seemed to be having fun, so you weren’t going to talk her out of it. Besides, she was never the one to get hurt in those flings of hers, so there was nothing to worry about. The point was, these guys were just not your type.
This time, it was different.
When she introduced you to Jungkook, which happened on their first date, surprisingly, your breath hitched in your throat. How wouldn’t it?
He was tall, dark-haired, attractive with a killer smile, huge eyes, and a rarely seen charisma. You were having coffee with her before her date and he arrived early, so you couldn’t avoid shaking his hand and meeting him.
To your surprise, Jungkook asked you to stay with them for a while, so you did, trying so fucking hard not to drool right in front of your friend and her date. You never did get why he wanted you to stay for an hour during their first date because it was real torture. Of course, you were happy that your friend scored a date with a guy that handsome and charming. On the other hand, you were jealous because you couldn’t do the same.
What was even worse was that Hana not only slept with him that same day but told you all about it. Jungkook was not only charming and attractive but he could also make her come and was hung. Life just wasn’t fair for you, it seemed.
Five days later, Hana told you that you were coming with her to a party where she’d meet up with Jungkook. You were totally against the idea, mostly because you didn’t want to be the third wheel, but also because you didn’t want to be close to Jungkook again and smell his cologne and think about him fucking you, but there was no saying no to Hana, so you had no choice.
Jungkook brought a friend, Taehyung, and even though he was also nice and charming, you couldn’t even focus on him when he was right next to Jungkook.
What was even worse was that Taehyung and Hana were in the mood for dancing, so they spent most of the night doing just that while Jungkook decided to get to know you better. The conversation felt more like an interrogation and it seemed like he wanted to know everything about you, but you knew he wasn’t interested.
Jungkook was clearly into Hana and wanted to get on your good side since you were her best friend, so you answered his questions and slowly let him into your life.
That was four long months ago. During those four months, you managed to hook up with Taehyung once you realized you had to quench your thirst for Jungkook somehow. It just wasn’t right. The worst part about it was that you were starting to feel like he was into you too, which was impossible. Hana and he weren’t exactly the most serious couple out there and their hanging out was either in a group of friends or them fucking, but still—he was her boyfriend.
Taehyung was a great guy, really handsome, way out of your league, and the sex was great, but you just couldn’t come. You couldn’t get yourself to explain to Taehyung what exactly felt good for you and what didn’t, so you just lay there and let him play, as your friend put it. Besides, the fact that you had Jungkook on your mind probably didn’t help Taehyung’s case either. It wasn’t his fault.
The worst part about it? Jungkook found out and talked to you about it at a party Hana dragged you to a long while ago. It seemed like Jungkook and you always spent most of the time at these parties together, getting to know each other better, while Hana danced around and remembered Jungkook existed when it was time to get dicked down, as she politely put it.
“You’re not really into Taehyung, are you?” Jungkook asked that night, watching you over the rim of the glass that was pressed to his lips a second ago. You knew he’d find out about it since he was close to both Hana and Taehyung, but you really didn’t expect him to ask you about it so openly.
“W-why do you think that?” You tried to seem confused, hoping he wouldn’t take it there.
“He told me he couldn’t make you come,” Jungkook went there with a smirk, shamelessly, like you two were life-long friends. “So the first thing that came to mind was that you’re just not that into him.”
“No!” You quickly said and the tone of your voice made Jungkook flinch. “I mean, he’s a great guy, really. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s probably the most handsome guy I’ve ever been with, if I’m honest.”
“Okay, so you two aren’t compatible then…” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and seemed lost in thought for a second or two. “Who’s the most compatible dude you’ve been with?”
“Uhm,” you gulped, afraid of telling Jungkook that nobody has made you come other than yourself and the vibrator his girlfriend got you for your birthday many years ago. “There weren’t th-that many.”
By this point, you’d gotten close to Jungkook, mostly because Hana kept teasing you about private stuff in front of him. You couldn’t blame her—that’s just how she functioned. She’d talk about very private stuff in front of the two of you, and it felt like that connected your little friend group. So, Jungkook already knew your sex life wasn’t that great and that you weren’t into one-night stands. Of course, then you slept with his friend to try to forget him, which didn’t really work the way you planned.
The only problem was, you were so fucking into Jungkook that you got yourself off on thinking about him, especially after you danced with him that one night and he hugged you from behind, letting you feel his boner pressing against your back. You didn’t think it was because of you, of course. Hana was right there with you, wearing a dress that showed a lot more than it covered, and you were sure Jungkook’s massive dick was just reacting to that. You just happened to be in its way, that was all.
“Okay, so none,” Jungkook chuckled, catching you in your lie, which made you look away quickly. “Well, too bad. Taehyung’s the second-best guy I know at pleasuring women. I’ve always heard solely rave reviews from girls who wanted more of him.”
“Who’s the first?” You couldn’t help but ask. What if this friend was someone you found even more attractive than Jungkook? Maybe that was the answer.
“Me,” Jungkook looked you straight in the eyes, this time without the chuckling, which made you think he was serious. You could only wish.
“Too bad,” you responded, unsure of what came over you.
Jungkook smirked and downed the rest of his drink before clearing his throat. “We’ll think of something.”
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And think of something he did, even if it happened months later. Hana’s proposition was replaying in your head as you walked home from work, unable to calm yourself down, unsure of what you wanted to do about it.
She’d dropped by the cafe where you worked on her way to pick up Jungkook’s birthday present, some expensive watch you were sure he wouldn’t even wear. He wasn’t a watch guy, but Hana missed that somehow. Well, you’d probably miss everything about him if you could get his dick whenever you wanted, so you couldn’t blame her for being unable to focus.
The thing was, Hana’s present included something else—you.
“M-me?” You stuttered and sat down across from her, lowering your voice to make sure no one in the cafe could hear you. It was that, and you felt weak in the knees at the very thought of being fucked by Jungkook. “Are you out of your mind?”
“What?” She frowned at you and then waved her hand. “Listen, we talked about having a threesome with a girl. I don’t want some random stranger with us, and neither does Jungkook. I asked him about it and he chose you.”
“I, I can’t do that,” you sighed loudly, feeling like your mind would explode. Here it was, the perfect chance to have your cake and eat it too. You’d get to fuck Jungkook, and it wouldn’t be cheating, you wouldn’t hurt your friend, and you wouldn’t feel bad afterward. But, it was Hana and it was Jungkook and it was you. “We’re all friends.”
“So?” She didn’t get your point, as per usual. Hana was one of those people who took sex as an essential, mundane part of life. She could have sex with someone and then treat them like a friend and introduce them to new potential partners and be totally fine with it, which wasn’t how you functioned. “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.”
“You said you wouldn’t mention that, especially not in public,” you hissed at her, remembering the night she was talking about. It was a long time ago, but you still remembered it clearly.
“Relax, you’ve already run all the customers off with that fake smile you put on,” Hana chuckled, knowing she was right. “No one can hear me, dude. So?”
What she was talking about happened a while back, when you were both single. You went out, got drunk, and started talking to a group of friends but you both had your eye on the same guy. While you were in the bathroom, Hana suggested that you two just fucked him instead of trying to figure out who’d get to date him or anything like that.
You, being the moral paragon that held your friendship in place, opposed the idea but she talked you into it. You weren’t sure what made you change your mind—the alcohol, the fact that the guy was really that good-looking, or pure curiosity stemming from years of wondering how Hana gets so many guys wrapped around your fingers.
“What about Jeonghun?” You mentioned your boyfriend.
Well, not exactly a boyfriend.
He was more of a guy you slept with a month ago, once you realized that your insane crush on Jungkook was pointless and that it was ruining your social life. You tried it with Taehyung a couple of months earlier but it didn’t work. Then, you decided to stay single, but hanging around Jungkook was driving you wild, so you thought it was time to put yourself out there and meet someone.
After sleeping with Jeonghun, you couldn’t accept that it was a one-night stand, so you kept dating him, even though the sex wasn’t that great and, as Jungkook liked to say, you just weren’t that compatible.
“Well, considering he wasn’t even the first obstacle that came to your mind, I’d say your thing isn’t exactly it,” Hana shrugged, knowing she was making a good point. You had no real obligation towards the dude and were, in fact, just dragging it out so you would feel better about sleeping with him so early on. It was a move of a desperate, horny woman who couldn’t get what she wanted… until Hana’s offer, that is. “Besides, I know you’re into Jungkook. You told me you think he’s hot, smart, attractive, and funny, and that’s more than you’ve said about any other guy you know. They’re always missing something and Jungkook has it all. So, why not do it?”
“I don’t want shit to go wrong,” you admitted what you were really feeling, as you knew your friend wouldn’t hold it against you. “I love you so much, you’re my favorite person in the world, and if this would jeopardize our friendship in any way, it’s not a good idea.”
“Babe, I love you too,” Hana reached out and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. “That’s exactly why I want this to be you and not some random girl we don’t know. Besides, it’s what Jungkook wants. Who am I to stand in his way?”
“How are you okay with a threesome being Jungkook’s present?” You asked, feeling curious about it.
Was Jungkook the type of guy who didn’t do monogamy? Judging by his birthday request, it seemed so, which suited you as it made him less appealing in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with a guy who asked you to have a threesome with your friends.
“Well, he got me the same thing,” Hana grinned as if she didn’t just give you the shock of your life.
“He what?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise as this was something you were not in on. “What? This happened a month ago and you didn’t tell me?”
“No, no,” she shook her head at you and laughed. “We talked about it on my birthday. I told him I really dig Jimin. The way he moves… You know. And Jungkook said he could talk to him if that’s what I really wanted. So it happened last week. Now I’m getting the feeling that Jungkook only said yes to that so he could have this. But why not? We’re only young once, we’re all friends, and trust me, if you need good sex, Jungkook is it. So, Saturday?”
You’d told her you’d think about it because Hana wasn’t leaving until she got an answer from you. After all, if you said no, her plan for his birthday present would fall through and she had to think of something else. You understood her position, but you also worried about it greatly.
The cons of this were endless: your friendship with her could suffer, your friendship with Jungkook could suffer, you could fall for Jungkook even more and become desperate, their relationship could break up because of something like this, one or more of you could end up regretting it.
The only pro of the whole thing was that you’d get to sleep with Jungkook, and that was something you really wanted ever since you first saw him. It was immoral, wrong, and it made you hate yourself whenever you thought of him that way, which is why this opportunity seemed a lot more appealing than it should have.
And then, Jungkook texted you, making your decision even harder.
Jungkook: it’s not exactly a surprise if i know about it, but i’ve heard you aren’t that into the idea
Jungkook: there’s no pressure, for real, don’t worry about it if you’re not interested!!
Jungkook: BUT
Jungkook: if you’re just worried about it going wrong or about something getting fucked up in the process, just relax
Jungkook: i’d really like to get this present :)
Jungkook: and you have to try the number one guy who can make you come, just saying
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The party was great, yeah, but there was no way you could focus on anything other than your plans with your favorite couple. You drank enough to feel tipsy but not too much to not know what you were doing, but it still didn’t help—all you could think about was that you were going to fuck Jungkook right in front of your friend.
It didn’t help that Hana felt like dancing again—this time with Jimin, you couldn’t help but notice—so you and Jungkook spent most of the time by the table. Luckily, his friends were around too since it was his birthday, which meant you two weren’t alone. Your nerves were getting the better of you and you weren’t sure what you’d tell Jungkook if you were left alone.
But then, Jungkook asked you to dance in front of everyone, and even though you told him you weren’t feeling like dancing, he asked you to do him a favor for his birthday. You couldn’t say no to that, not in front of all his friends.
When you got on the dancefloor, Jungkook actually danced, as if nothing was going on, so you did the same, deciding not to be the first one to address this thing. You hadn’t responded to his texts.
Instead, you phoned Hana and discussed the whole thing with her before finally agreeing to it.
“You need to relax,” he leaned in to tell you. “Everyone can tell something’s up.”
“Nothing’s up,” you shook your head and faked a grin.
“You know you can always change your mind, right?” Jungkook wrapped his hands around your waist, which made your insides tingle. Why the fuck was he touching you like that? It didn’t help that you were wearing a crop top, which meant his hands were directly on your skin, allowing you to feel his warmth. “What are you so nervous about?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed and leaned in a bit so you could have a somewhat private conversation, even though you both had to raise your voices to be able to hear each other. “I’m not used to doing these things.”
“Being… promiscuous?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I know, don’t worry. As long as you want it, it’s fine. If you don’t, it’s also fine. Just say what you want…”
“No, I….” You took a deep breath, realizing you’d have to say it. “I do want it.”
“Good,” Jungkook grinned. “I want it too. Don’t worry,” he reached in and moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand still on your waist. “I’ll treat you nicely… You know you’re a special friend to me.”
“Do you, uh, treat all your friends this way?” You asked, not knowing what took over you. Who were you to ask him something like that? It wasn’t your place to even think about it, let alone say it. If Hana didn’t worry about this, why did you?
Jungkook seemed taken aback by the question, but he quickly recovered. “No, I don’t. But I don’t usually ask friends to stay on my first date either. And I don’t ask to fuck them. It’s just you.”
You nodded, unsure of how to respond to that. You weren’t going to start believing you were special to him in any way. The two of them clearly had an open relationship and were together solely because of the sex, and you just happened to be around when they were looking for someone to join, that was all.
“Anyway, this party’s cool and all but I can’t wait until we get home,” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when he said that, and you couldn’t help but agree, despite all the anxiety you were feeling.
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So, when you found yourself in Jungkook’s apartment hours later, you felt like your heart was going to explode from all the worrying you’d done.
There was nothing to worry about. The two of them acted like this was a regular night and nothing special was going on. Jungkook went to take a shower and Hana and you had a drink while you waited, during which she poured you both drinks and tried to get you to relax and not worry about anything.
“Please, let me know if you want to back out,” she patted your thigh with a grin. “Like, it’s not a problem. Clearly, Jungkook wants this, but it’s only a good idea if you’re both into it, so don’t worry about disappointing him or me or anything like that. And don’t worry about anything else if you want this, really.”
“What about you?” You asked one last time, still feeling uneasy about sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, but she didn’t seem moved at all.
“I told you, I’m fine with it,” Hana chuckled. “Didn’t I suggest this? Jungkook would never ask you this himself, you know that, right? He has a lot of respect for you. I first had to convince him to let me ask you about it, and then I had to convince you to say yes, but I know you both want to fuck each other.”
“He does?” You asked, feeling a bit confused. Jungkook respected you? You thought you never even crossed his mind when you weren’t around.
“Jungkook safeguards you all the time,” she leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “If any of his friends say something about you, he’s always there to cut them short. Sometimes I feel like he protects your reputation more than he does mine,” this thought made her chuckle even more. “Not that I have a reputation to begin with.”
“Ah, stop saying that,” you shrugged it all off, even though it was hard to stop thinking about Jungkook standing up for you when you weren’t there.
Jungkook came back wrapped in a towel and suggested you go take a shower next, which you gladly accepted. There was no way you were getting it on right after dancing at the club. The shower helped you relax since you at least felt clean after it, even though your mind and heart were still racing.
You left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, unsure of what was expected of you. This schedule meant that you were alone with Jungkook when it was Hana’s turn, and you found it hard not to stare at him sitting there half-naked, only a towel separating you from his cock.
This was also the first time you got to see all his tattoos and his chiseled chest. God really had his favorites, that much was clear from one look at half-naked Jungkook.
Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it when he noticed you were getting lost in thought, and his touch made you shiver. You weren’t expecting him to be so straightforward right away. “Hey, you okay?”
You nodded right away before sighing because you knew it was pointless to try to lie to Jungkook who already knew you well. “Yeah, I’m just nervous… You know me.”
“I do,” he grinned, clearly not feeling the same way as you. You wished you could be the kind of person who doesn’t get nervous about fucking friends, but alas, there were things you couldn’t change. “If you change your mind, we can stop at any point. It’s supposed to be something fun, not something that worries you this much.”
You nodded again, completely understanding where he was coming from. Jungkook wasn’t going to go through with this thing if you looked so unenthusiastic about it. Threesomes were all about three people having fun and not two people loving it and one being an anxious horny idiot.
“I get that you like to be all moral and shit and that you feel bad because Hana and I are dating,” Jungkook said, which made you look at him again. He did? “But don’t feel that way. If you think seeing us fuck will hurt your friend, you don’t know her as well as you think you do. She won’t care. Besides, she wanted a go at my friend, so it’s fair game.”
You gulped loudly, understanding that you didn’t know as much about the two of them as you thought, after all. This thing of theirs clearly wasn’t as monogamous as you first thought. But, you were sure Jimin didn’t drool over Hana as much as you did over Jungkook. Luckily, neither one of them was aware of that pathetic fact.
“Okay. I just don’t want to fuck things up for anyone here, including me.”
“What’s there to fuck up?” Jungkook asked as he scooted over and wrapped his hand around your shoulders, pulling you in.
There he went again, acting like you two touched each other on a daily basis and like you were used to his touch when, in fact, your body was starting to burn up wherever he was that close to you. Jungkook didn’t stop there.
Instead, he reached in to lift your chin and get you to look straight into your eyes. “We’re friends, right?”
You nodded, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. He was finally so close to you, naked under that towel, and he wanted to fuck you. Out of everyone he could think of to join them, Jungkook thought of you. That meant something, right?
“Friends can fuck and stay friends,” Jungkook licked his lips. “Hana and I will be alright if that’s what you’re worried about. Clearly, neither one of us is looking at this as endgame, so we’re letting each other… enjoy. And Hana and you are a lot closer than anyone I know, so I’m sure nothing will happen between you two. You do know that we have discussed this in detail and we agreed to do it just because we know it won’t change our relationship with each other or you?”
“Yes,” you nodded, as Hana did explain that to you more than once. In fact, she mentioned it whenever you came up with a different scenario that somehow always ended in you two not talking. Your friend was completely convinced that you sleeping with her boyfriend wouldn’t change a thing about your or their relationship, just like her sleeping with Jimin didn’t affect their friendship and relationship. “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” Jungkook smiled, seemingly happy with your response. “Then why don’t you come sit on me? You’re all tense, and you should relax.”
“S-sit on you?” You asked, feeling dumb for stuttering but also unable to control your voice. You were naked under your towel, and so was he. “And Hana?”
“She said she’d take a bath while I got you to relax,” Jungkook explained with a grin. “She won’t mind. I think she’d be more bored if she had to sit here and watch us kiss before I eat you out.”
You pressed your thighs together when Jungkook said the words, mostly because you’d imagined him saying stuff like that for months now and he finally did, and it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy.
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, still grinning at you.
When you nodded, he leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. His lips felt warm and soft, and you wanted more, so you leaned in and Jungkook did the same, this time letting his tongue poke out and tease your lips, getting them to open before he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and swirled it around. The feeling of having him in your mouth and breathing in his scent and his arm around your shoulder made a fire ignite in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t believe this fucking guy could get you wet just by kissing you. Life really wasn’t fair.
You kissed him back, knowing you didn’t have much time before Hana got back, and feeling like you had a schedule to stick to. When she came back, you’d fuck, and you’d leave, letting the two of them spend the rest of the night together. So, there was no time to waste.
Still, it didn’t seem like Jungkook and you were on the same page. He was taking his time kissing you while his hand slowly grazed its way from your knee up to your thigh.
“So soft,” he mumbled into the kiss and it made you get goosebumps all over. You always wondered what his fingers would feel like on you, inside of you, and now you were finally so close to feeling it. “So fucking hot.”
When he said that, you had no choice but to moan into his mouth and reach out to grab his hair, which Jungkook seemed to enjoy, judging by the grunt that left his mouth. Slowly, he moved his hand to your inner thigh and then the other, all the while playing with your tongue, getting you to relax and melt into his touch. “May I?”
You knew what he was asking for you and simply nodded, letting Jungkook cup your naked crotch. The feeling of his hot hand against your crotch was enough to get you to groan and buck your hips into his hand, which made Jungkook smile into the kiss. “Mhm, warm… Soft… Just how I like it.”
Hearing those words made you want Jungkook even more—it felt as if he knew every single thing you liked to hear or feel and did it right then and there. He used two fingers to rub your entrance, and when he did, you could feel your juices sticking to his digits.
“Want me so bad already,” Jungkook mumbled into the kiss and then gently sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re making me hard.”
Now, that was enough for you to moan. You, of all people, were getting Jungkook hard. Jungkook, this chiseled, hot, attractive, tattooed guy who looked like sex on legs was kissing you and telling you his dick was reacting to you, and you could only sit there and let him do whatever he wanted to you.
“Fuck,” you grunted when you felt the two fingers at your entrance, getting ready to enter you.
“Can I do it my way?” Jungkook asked, pulling away to look at you.
What was his way? Hana went into detail about a lot of things, but you didn’t get to hear much about the things Jungkook did to her—only that he was fucking amazing.
Usually, the guys you slept with did everything slowly, probably because you looked like that type of girl, bland and boring. They’d use one finger, then slowly add the other, and then move them in and out until they felt you were wet enough because you surely weren’t coming from fingering. After a while, you’d just tell him to fuck you and that would be it. What would Jungkook do?
You nodded and spread your legs a bit, allowing him better access, and it made him smile and look down. Thankfully, the towel was still wrapped around your body, so you didn’t have to worry about how unattractive you looked when you were sitting down next to this god walking among mortals. Jungkook licked his lips, looked straight into your eyes, and eased both fingers into you.
The surprising part was that it didn’t hurt at all, you were already that ready for him. What surprised you even more was that he started to move his fingers in and out so fast that you had to grab onto his shoulders because your body started to move in the same rhythm.
What? You weren’t used to this type of woodpecker move and you weren’t sure you would enjoy it, but the harder Jungkook went, the more you felt like you had no control over your body. All you could do was moan—and loudly, at that—and hold onto him tight. You felt your muscles contract and your walls clench and relax, enjoying the fast movements of his hand and the sounds it was making against your skin.
The warmth that was building up in the pit of your stomach got even warmer and you suddenly felt like you needed to pee right away, but you knew the feeling, so you clenched hard and tried to get over it—and bliss followed. You screamed Jungkook’s name, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders while your juices coated his two fingers, which were still moving in and out of you quickly, even though you were so clearly coming all over them.
“Ah yeah, that’s the spot,” Jungkook mumbled and leaned in to kiss you, sounding very happy with himself. “I knew I’d get you to come.”
You took a deep breath and brought your legs closer together, which made Jungkook ease his fingers gently and give you a smirk. “Feeling good?”
“I, I, I’m speechless,” you said, chuckling. “What the fuck was that?”
“A much-needed shock for your pussy,” Jungkook shrugged. “Was it good?”
You scoffed. “Good? Amazing.”
“Want more?” Jungkook grinned and reached down for your crotch, but you stopped him in time.
“No, no, it’s fine,” you told him. “Should we, uh, wait for Hana?”
“She told us to start without her,” Jungkook said before getting up and offering you a hand to do the same, so you did.
He took you to his bedroom and instructed you to lie on the bed. Before Jungkook joined you, he threw the towel on the floor, leaving you to stare at his dick. It really was big, Hana wasn’t exaggerating. And it looked really smooth but hard at the same time.
“Like what you see?” Jungkook asked, stirring you from your thoughts.
“Uh… Yeah?” You looked at him like he was asking a stupid question, mostly because he was. Who wouldn’t like seeing him naked?
You weren’t expecting Jungkook to climb on the bed and kneel between your legs before leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“Y-yes,” your voice faltered, so you cleared your throat. “I am. Just a bit nervous.”
“About getting naked?” He asked, glancing at the towel which was still wrapped around you, to which you simply nodded. “Can I do it?”
You nodded again, deciding to just go with the flow. The man could get you to come, it was only fair if you let him guide you through this as well.
Jungkook pulled one side of the towel to the side and then did the same with the other, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His reaction took you aback because you were certain he’d seen hundreds of women naked by that point, yet he took his time to take all of you in and he watched you with genuine interest and enjoyment.
His eyes didn’t fly all over your body like you expected them to. Instead, Jungkook first looked into your eyes and smiled at you reassuringly. Then, he started to shift his gaze from your face to your chest, where it lingered for a long while until he took all of it in. Then, he moved down to your crotch and hissed.
“Really fucking pretty,” he said with a smile, and for some stupid reason, you thought Jungkook actually meant it. It was stupid, of course he was going to say anything to get you to relax. “Can I touch you now?”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling so naked and revealed in front of him, so much so that you could hear your heart beating.
Jungkook placed one hand on your chest, between your breasts, and then looked up at you. “Relax… You should enjoy this, not worry so much. You sure this is fine?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Sorry, it’s just me.”
“You don’t like when men stare at you when you’re naked?”
“I don’t like it when men stare at me, period,” you said, making you both chuckle, which eased the tension, at least for you.
Jungkook then shook his head at you. “I can’t see why, but I know you’re like that… But there’s a charm to it,” he said, slowly moving his hand to cup one of your breasts, his thumb rolling across the nipple, getting it to harden instantly. “Seeing such a pretty face, shy girl… And then this fucking body and such a tight, warm pussy,” he grunted now, squeezing your breast in his palm, but doing it gently, so gently you actually wanted him to go harder on you. “If I were you, I’d be naked all the time.”
You scoffed at the thought because no, he fucking wouldn’t. If he were you, he’d be crippled with anxiety, and being naked would be the last thing on his mind, but that wasn’t the time nor the place for that conversation. “I’d do the same if I were you,” you opted for a compliment instead.
“I practically am naked most of the time anyway,” Jungkook looked up at you and shrugged as if what he was saying wasn’t fueling your imagination even more. “But I’m shameless.”
You nodded in agreement but decided not to comment on it, mostly because Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft, wet kiss on your stomach, which made you clench your abdominal muscles and press your thighs closer together, yet again.
“Sometimes, uh, being shameless is, is good,” you got the sentence out somehow, despite being completely entranced by the soft pecks Jungkook was leaving all over your stomach before moving up towards your breasts.
“Right?” He paused to look up and smirk at you. “Being shameless got us this, and we’re just getting started. I’m already having so much fun.”
With that, Jungkook swirled his tongue around your nipple gently, making you hiss. Just watching him stare right at you while his tongue was on your body was enough to make your head spin. “Fuck.”
“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked, letting go of your nipple to slowly kiss his way to the other breast, leaving a wet trail behind.
You gulped, watching his eyes intently. What was he going to say? Did he always talk this much during sex? It was definitely a first for you. “Yes.”
“I was really mad when Taehyung got to sleep with you,” he looked away for a second, which wasn’t like Jungkook, but then he quickly gave you a smirk and sucked your other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
“W-why?” You asked, wanting to hear more about it yet fearing it at the same time.
You didn’t want to hear so many compliments from him. You knew that it would be hard to get over him after this anyway, let alone if he told you so many nice things and made you feel special.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re just my type.”
“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t say things like that,” you warned him, trying to keep a straight face while he gently sunk his teeth into your breast. Yes, he was making you feel amazing with his mouth and all the compliments were definitely doing wonders for your ego, but they felt wrong.
“Why?” He stopped playing with your breast and looked up at you. “Because you like hearing it?”
What were you supposed to say to that? There was a thin line between having sex with friends and having sex with a guy you were totally into, and you were crossing it. Yeah, Hana knew you were into Jungkook, but probably not just how much.
“Huh?” Jungkook asked, clearly wanting you to say something.
“Hana is my friend,” you simply stated, thinking it was enough. You made a statement when you said that, and you hoped he understood. No matter how attracted you were to each other, nothing could come out of it, even though you were about to sleep with each other.
“Hana knows this,” Jungkook grinned at you. “I have a soft spot for you, just like she does for Jimin.”
Did they really discuss this? You couldn’t imagine lying in bed after having sex with your boyfriend Jungkook and listening to him explaining how he had a soft spot for your friend and wanted to fuck her. You’d never allow that to happen, you wouldn’t be able to deal with it, and you’d never in a million years tell Jungkook you wanted to fuck someone else when you could do it with him.
But, you weren’t Hana, and he wasn’t dating you.
“You seem surprised,” Jungkook chuckled, going back to kissing your stomach. “Don’t be… Hana and I are just very open with each other. We’re not that similar in most aspects like you know, but when it comes to sex, we both like to experiment and we don’t want to restrict the other person.”
That sounded a lot like Hana, but not like Jungkook, at least not the guy he told you he was. “And you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you usually experiment like this with your girlfriend’s friends and let your girlfriend fuck your friends?”
“No,” Jungkook said, surprising you both. “I just really wanted to fuck you.”
You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up so he would face you instead of licking strips along your stomach and getting you even wetter. His mouth was making it really hard for your to concentrate on the conversation, and you had to focus on it if you didn’t want to fuck your friendship up. “Is this a thing between three friends?”
You had to ask that question because you couldn’t go forward with this if it meant screwing your friend over in some way.
“It is,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m just telling you that I think you’re extremely attractive and not just physically and that I was jealous my friend got to sleep with you.”
“Okay,” you said, even though it didn’t sound like the most normal thing out there. “I don’t get the jealousy.”
“I knew you wouldn’t,” Jungkook chuckled, getting dangerously close to your lower belly. “Let’s just say, I really didn’t want to hear Taehyung tell me how great of a body you had or how amazing you tasted or how much he enjoyed hearing you moan… I think you’re too good of a girl for that.”
Taehyung told his friends about all of that? And Jungkook listened? And thought about it?
“Good girls have sex too,” you pointed out, suddenly feeling the urge to shove his head between your thighs, but you didn’t, like a real good girl.
“Yeah, but they have sex like this,” Jungkook said, slowly kissing his way down your pubic area, which made you roll your hips. You couldn’t control it, not when he was so close to your pussy and when his kisses felt so warm.
“With two of their friends who are in a relationship?” You asked before chuckling as the idea was insane to you. It definitely wasn’t something you usually did, but your attraction to Jungkook was stronger than your sense of decency and self-respect, clearly.
“No, I don’t mean that,” Jungkook looked up. “I mean with someone who appreciates you… Takes their time with you… Gets you to come… Wants you to feel good about yourself… Wants you to enjoy… That sort of stuff.”
You nodded, unsure if Jungkook meant he was the type of guy who could give that to you while you did this. Then, his tongue swirled around your clit and it all became a blur.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbled and started playing with your clit, his tongue gently prodding at it while he looked straight into your eyes.
When he heard you moan and saw you bite into your lower lip, Jungkook smiled but didn’t move away from your clit. “Fuck,” you grunted at him, unable to comprehend how someone could make you feel that good with just the tip of his tongue. But it was Jungkook and you should have known what to expect.
You thought he would just tongue your clit for a while, but he took his time with this as well, playing with it for a couple of minutes and then slowly dragging his tongue down your slit to your entrance, which was soaking wet by this point. The feeling of his warm tongue down there made you grunt his name and pull on his hair, which he seemed to enjoy, judging by the chuckle that left his mouth.
“You want me there?” He asked in a low tone of voice and wrapped his lips around your clit again, this time sucking it in.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, unable to even pretend you didn’t want Jungkook to fuck you.
“I can tell,” Jungkook seemed full of himself when he moved away from your clit just to smirk at you. “See how much I want you?”
He lifted his upper body a bit so you could get a good look of his erect cock and the sight made your mouth water. Not only did Jungkook look perfect when he was naked but he also had the best dick you’ve ever seen, even though you weren’t that into dicks anyway. They weren’t exactly the most pleasing thing out there, but Jungkook’s…. It was on a whole different level, and the smug bastard knew it.
“Put it in,” the words left your mouth, revealing just how desperate you already were and Jungkook chuckled, reaching down to give his cock a couple of long, slow strokes.
“Right away?” He moved in, dick in hand, and directed it towards your crotch. Like a real horny slut, you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access as he needed, which made him grin. “Oh, you really want me to fuck you.”
With that, Jungkook grabbed the base of his dick and then slammed his tip against your clit, which made you grunt. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, it was too short to count, and he knew it. He did it again, and then gently moved his tip down your slit, getting it wet. You could see your juices glistening on the top of his dick when he moved it away.
“Later, huh?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “I’d really like to eat you out first… Get you to come for me again.”
“Why?” You grunted in response, feeling agitated because he’s gotten you so aroused that you really wanted to feel him inside of you and it seemed like Jungkook was dragging it out.
Suddenly, Jungkook got down on his elbows, towering over you, his mouth an inch away from yours. “If I put it in, I’ll come right away,” he said and then scoffed. “You really turn me on. So, let me eat you out first so I don’t embarrass myself.”
Embarrass himself? You’d probably go wild if he came right after putting his dick inside of you, but there was no way in hell you’d admit that to anyone, let alone Jungkook.
“Okay,” you muttered instead, and a second later, Jungkook made you understand why you didn’t make a mistake when you agreed.
His tongue was prodding your entrance and before you knew it, he was pushing its tip inside of you quickly, getting you to buck your hips into his face. Fuck, he was good at it.
Jungkook’s hands found their way to your thighs and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pushing your thighs to the side, allowing him to dig in deeper with his tongue until he got you to moan his name. When he heard that, Jungkook smirked at you and moved up to your clit while one of his hands made its way to your hole.
“So fucking needy already,” he chuckled and shoved two of his fingers inside of you while looking straight into your eyes, his mouth an inch away from your swollen, throbbing clit.
You moaned and squirmed under his touch, but his other hand held your thigh in place, stopping you from bucking your hips into him too hard. Jungkook hissed when he pulled his fingers out and then eased them again. “Your pussy is so hungry for me… Swallowing my fingers right away,” he looked up and grinned before sticking his tongue out to take a long, slow lick at your clit. “Want my cock so bad.”
“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded at the same time, totally lost in the moment.
You couldn’t believe that you were actually experiencing all of this: you on your back, legs completely spread with Jungkook’s head between it, two of his fingers entering you while he smirked at you and looked at you like he couldn’t wait to fuck you too. It seemed too good to be true.
“Let’s get you to come, huh?” He said, mostly to himself, and then he dug in.
You’d never, ever experienced someone doing to your clit what Jungkook did then, and you weren’t even sure how to explain it. The most amazing thing was that he managed to keep up the pace and never stopped moving his fingers in and out gently at this point, while his mouth and tongue teased your clit so hard you had no choice but to grab the sheets and moan his name, your entire body squirming.
It felt like he was making out with your pussy, there was no other way to put it—you felt Jungkook’s nimble tongue all over, his saliva mixed with your juices all over you, dripping wet, your arousal covering his fingers and dripping down the insides of your thighs, Jungkook’s mouth sucking your clit in, his tongue teasing it, and then moving down your slit and sucking everything into his mouth in the process.
You couldn’t believe that someone knew your body that well and knew exactly what you liked, but you had to remind yourself that Jungkook had tons of experience and practice. Still, it didn’t change how you felt—mindblown.
Jungkook’s mouth on your pussy felt fucking amazing, mostly because it was slowly but surely getting you to orgasm. Usually, guys you slept with would use fingers as well, but that never worked for you—it was hard to focus on those two things at once which made your orgasm impossible. You’d start to overthink it and focus on the tongue and then on the fingers and you’d lose the moment.
With Jungkook, though, the whole thing was out of the question. His fingers moved the same way they did when he first shoved them inside of you and you got used to his rhythm, which helped you focus solely on his mouth, which was pleasuring more than you thought was possible.
Right then, Hana appeared next to the bed, practically out of nowhere, and sat down next to Jungkook, smacking his ass. It startled you to see her there, mostly because you were so fucking focused on what her boyfriend was doing to you that you forgot she existed. It wasn’t anything personal—you forgot that anyone other than Jungkook and you existed right then, mostly because his face was shoved between your thighs and you were making a mess out of his sheets and falling apart under his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
“Do you guys need more time?” She grinned, looking at you. “I told you he was great with his mouth.”
You chuckled, but the sound died down in your throat when Jungkook sucked on your clit hard, making you moan. “Fuck…”
“What a fucking birthday,” Jungkook moved away from your pussy to look at her with a grin and you felt mortified to see that his entire chin and mouth were covered with slick, glistening under the light of his nightlamp.
Hana chuckled and patted his cheek. “You look like you’re having fun too.”
“I’m so fucking hard,” Jungkook said, tugging on his rock-hard dick. “Let’s switch.”
With that, Jungkook lay down next to you and turned to face you. “Come,” he motioned for you to get up and patted your thigh, pulling you over until you were straddling his shoulders.
You turned around to see what Hana was doing and found that she was about to straddle him, and you couldn’t look away. She adjusted Jungkook’s cock so she could sit right down on it, which she did a couple of seconds later, earning a moan from Jungkook. That made you face him, which was a bit hard considering you were right above his face.
“Come here,” he grunted now, grabbing your ass and pulling you down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy again.
The scene reminded you so much of the one you’d experienced with Hana before, where she rode the guy and you rode his face, except Jungkook was a lot more attractive than the guy in your book, probably because he had an amazing personality on top of extraordinary looks. Still, the sounds of her skin hitting his as she jumped on his cock and tried to get herself to come reminded you of the night, and so did your moans.
You couldn’t help it, not when Jungkook wasn’t pulling away from your pussy not even for a second and you weren’t even sure how he managed to breathe when he was that glued to you.
Hana was familiar with Jungkook’s cock, which wasn’t surprising, and you could tell she knew just how to ride him to get herself off while getting him turned on. The more she moaned and the harder she rode him, the more vigorously he sucked and licked your pussy. All you could do was grab Jungkook’s hair and tug at it, enjoying at least some type of contact with him.
The truth was, you wanted to suck him off and return the favor, you wanted to kiss him, to touch him everywhere, but you knew that would be out of line, so you let him play with your pussy while Hana rode him.
A couple of minutes in, her breathing got heavier and the sounds of skin hitting skin became louder and more frequent, and not a minute later, she was moaning his name and coming, still riding him. Jungkook pulled away from your crotch for a second, his hands still on your ass, and groaned. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he moaned but kept his eyes glued to you. “Feel so tight.”
“Fuck, fuck,” Hana moaned and leaned in to rest her forehead against your back, wrapping her hands around you from behind. You could feel how sweaty and warm she felt, clearly exhausted from jumping up and down and pleasuring herself using Jungkook’s cock.
“That’s one, one more to go,” Jungkook grinned at you and then started to suck on your clit while looking straight into your eyes, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. All the swirls and rubs of his tongue were starting to get to you, even more so now that Jungkook was focused solely on you and not the beautiful girl riding his dick.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Hana mumbled, and you turned your head to the side to see what she was doing. Surprisingly, she still had Jungkook’s dick inside of her but was resting and trying to catch her breath. “He really loves eating you out.”
“He’s so good at it,” you told your friend, hoping that wouldn’t sound inappropriate.
“Mhm,” she hummed in agreement. “Relax,” she told you, pulling you in closer from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder so she had a good look at Jungkook between your legs. “Just focus on his tongue.”
You closed your eyes and did what your friend suggested you do, and it felt even more amazing now that you felt her body pressed against yours while Jungkook’s tongue did its magic on you. It didn’t take you long to come and you loved the fact that Jungkook inserted his fingers inside of you when he felt you buck your hips into his face as they helped you prolong your orgasm and ride it out slowly while his tongue stayed glued to your clit.
“Oh my God,” you hissed, kicking your head back and resting it on Hana’s shoulder. “What the actual fuck?”
“That good, huh?” Hana asked, making Jungkook chuckle between your thighs.
“Want more?” Jungkook sounded enthusiastic, but you shook your head at him immediately.
“No, I can’t,” you said, opening your eyes. “Return the favor?” You asked, turning to face Hana, who nodded and moved the side so you could do the same on the other one.
If someone had told you you’d each be lying on Jungkook’s side ogling his dick, you’d tell them they were crazy, but there you were, about to give him a blowjob he wouldn’t forget.
Hana grabbed the base of Jungkook’s cock and grinned at you, motioning for you to come in closer. She then stuck her tongue out and licked a strip from the base up to the tip, and you did the same from the other side. At first, you weren't in sync, but Jungkook didn’t mind—the grunts that were leaving his mouth were more than enough of a sign that he loved seeing the two of you lick him, and he enjoyed feeling it even more.
Slowly, you two started to move at the same pace, so you took a long lick from his base to the tip, where your tongues touched. When that happened, Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, clearly enjoying the view. “Oh my God, this is… Fuck!”
His comments made you both chuckle before you continued to lick him up and down, twirling your tongues around the tip of his cock at the same time, getting your tongues to touch just so Jungkook could see and enjoy that. Then, Hana wrapped her hand around his base and pointed the tip towards you, so you sucked it into your mouth. Hana leaned in and started to lick Jungkook’s balls, which made him kick his head back and grunt.
“Fuck, you two really want me to blow my load right away,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll kill me with those tongues…”
“Babe, shut up and enjoy,” Hana said, giggling. “Take it deeper, he loves that.”
Since you knew that comment was for you, you did what Hana suggested and moved your head down his cock until you reached the base, and got Jungkook to moan your name and grab you by your hair. “Do you want me to fill your throat right now?”
You looked at him from the side, his cock still lodged inside of your mouth, a smirk on his face. Then, you gently pulled back and let him fall out of your mouth with a loud pop. “It’s your birthday, so whatever you want…”
“You should not be saying that to me,” Jungkook gave you a meaningful look and since you couldn’t decipher what he meant, you went back to sucking his tip.
Then, Hana decided to join, so you two switched—she was now sucking Jungkook off while you sucked both of his balls into your mouth and ran your tongue all over them, getting him to start bucking his hips and grunting even more. There was something so hot about seeing Jungkook look so weak for a change and being a part of the reason for him getting to feel that way.
He enjoyed it so much that he stopped with the teasing and all the comments, and a couple of minutes in, it seemed like all he could do was grunt and moan and swear while trying so hard not to buck his hips too hard.
At one point, Hana gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up so you could face her. Jungkook’s cock fell out of her mouth. “Go play with his neck and kiss him… He loves that.”
It was his birthday and you really wanted to kiss Jungkook, so you did what Hana said, leaving her to suck his dick and play with his balls at the same time. Jungkook seemed really pleased to see you moving towards him on your knees, leaning in and shoving your tongue inside his mouth.
“Jesus, you’ll kill me,” Jungkook grunted into the kiss and plopped down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in with him. “Kiss me.”
You really didn’t have to be told twice when it came to Jungkook, so you kissed him again and enjoyed the sounds of him moaning into the kiss while your friend sucked him off. The whole thing felt made up.
After all, it was what you’d wanted for such a long time and you just couldn’t believe that it was real. When you closed your eyes and kissed Jungkook, it felt surreal, the whole thing—his hands in your hair, then cupping your face, his tongue inside of your mouth, his lips pecking yours, low grunts and hisses leaving his mouth.
You could hear Hana gulping on his dick, taking as much of it in as possible, and you noticed Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier. Was he close? You started to kiss your way down to his neck and suck on it, which made him moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging at it, his fingers massaging your scalp, pulling you in closer as if he wanted to feel more of your mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunted, which made you open his eyes and find him looking right at you, eyes half-closed, almost lost in ecstasy. “Babe, I’m gonna come… Fuck, keep going.”
Hana giggled and you could hear her start to move faster. As Jungkook’s moaning got louder, she moved away and both you and Jungkook looked at her as his cum shot right out of his tip and ended up on her face and over his chest. She kept moving her hand over his cock, wanting to get every last drop out, and, honestly, you couldn’t stop staring at the scene of Jungkook coming all over her. You enjoyed his moans a bit too much, but you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when you’d just seen him shower Hana with cum, and when you were imagining he could do the same to you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled and threw his head down on the pillow and sighed. “Fuck.”
“That was a lot,” Hana said with a chuckle.
“That was embarrassing,” Jungkook grunted, propping himself up on his elbows before pecking your lips again, which felt awkward. Why was he kissing you like that when the action stopped and when his girlfriend was right there? It felt strange, but neither one of them reacted to it or made you feel like it was weird. “I need to be up the whole night.”
“Oh, really?” Hana cocked both eyebrows up and gave you a smirk. “You’re in for a treat, clearly.”
What did she mean by that? You were both in for a treat, right? There were three of you there and you were just getting started.
“Now I have to make it up to you both,” Jungkook said, reaching out to grab Hana’s hand and pull her in closer. “Tongue, Hana?”
She thought about it and then shook her head which surprised you. Was she really turning down an offer of oral from Jungkook? She was really making his birthday all about him. “Maybe later.”
Jungkook nodded, and you felt like they were in on something you weren’t, but that was only normal. The two of them were a couple and you were the third wheel here, and you didn’t know the inner workings of their relationship. “This is such a nice birthday present for me… Thank you both.”
“I have to return the favor”, Hana grinned at Jungkook, sitting on the bed right next to him. You figured she meant she has to return the favor of getting to sleep as a friend, which was weird in your book. But then again, this was all weird as hell and you’d never even dreamed about doing something like this. “As long as we’re all having fun, right?” Then, she looked at you as if she wanted to check up on you. “Are you having fun?”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, suddenly feeling really weird about interacting with your friend during sex.
Maybe you had that feeling because she was still covered in Jungkook’s cum. The first and only time you two interacted during sex, you were both wasted and the guy wasn’t her boyfriend, so there weren’t any real feelings involved. This was different.
“Can’t believe he got you to come so fast,” Hana noted with a grin—she knew how many issues you’ve had with orgasming with men in general because your mind was rarely in it and it felt like you were always turned on, but never enough. With Jungkook, neither of these things seemed to be the problem.
The first time he got you to come, he took you by surprise, so you could have even called it an accident. But, the second? There was nothing accidental about it. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing.
“Twice,” Jungkook corrected her, shooting a glance your way, and you could swear he looked proud of himself. “Want to go for a third?”
Both of them turned to look at you, and you felt awkward sitting there on the bed, naked, with two people waiting for you to say something. “Uh, uhm, how?”
Jungkook cocked his head to the side and leaned in so close you thought he was going to kiss you again. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, barely brushing his lips against yours, which was enough for your crotch to start reacting.
You nodded the second the words left his mouth, completely forgetting that his girlfriend was right there. It seemed like Jungkook forgot about her two because he got up faster than you could blink and was between your legs before you knew it, hands on your thighs.
Hana looked down at you and smiled warmly as if her boyfriend wasn’t just getting ready to fuck you again. However, you were wrong. Instead of going straight into that, Jungkook got down on his elbows and latched his mouth onto your clit, which made you gasp. “Fuck.”
“Sorry, I’ll go easier,” he mumbled and gently sucked it into his mouth again. You were still sensitive even though it felt like hours since he’d last touched you. “Have to get you ready.”
“True,” Hana agreed, moving in closer to you, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you with a smile. “He’s definitely bigger than Jeonghun, so you won’t be able to take it so easily.”
You felt yourself blush at the mention of the guy you were seeing. Well, you weren’t exactly seeing him and things were complicated. Usually, you wouldn’t mind discussing your sex life with Hana, but hearing her mention Jeonghun and his dick while Jungkook was eating you out made you feel embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook said reassuringly and inserted a finger inside of you. “We’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Hana chuckled and leaned in, resting her head next to yours, as if she wanted to get closer to you. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you nodded, lowering your voice. “You?”
“Would feel better without all this cum on me, but it is what it is,” she said, making you both chuckle, but your laughter quickly died out as Jungkook started to move the tip of his tongue up and down your clit while inserting another finger, moving them in scissoring motion to stretch you out a bit. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”
“Shouldn’t this all be about Jungkook?” You asked Hana with a cocked eyebrow, remembering what you were there for. Until then, it seemed like you were getting all the pleasure, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to please you, which wasn’t the goal.
“It is,” she giggled sweetly and reached in to cup your face. “You’re sweet for worrying about him like he isn’t having the time of his life.”
The time of his life? It sounded strange when she, as his girlfriend, said that while Junkook was going down on you and moaning into your pussy, his fingers stretching your hole just right. Was this really such a great gift for Jungkook?
“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed in agreement and looked up into your eyes and then he glanced at Hana before wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Damn right.”
“We could do something for him, though,” Hana said, turning to face you with a smirk.
“What?” You had to know. After all, she knew Jungkook a lot better than you ever would and you really wanted to make him feel as good as he was making you feel if that was even possible.
“Kiss,” she grinned and shot a glance at Jungkook, who was looking up at your face again, clearly amused by the interaction. “I bet that would really get you going, huh?”
Jungkook smiled, his tongue still latched onto your clit, so you leaned in and kissed Hana, who readily kissed you back.
This was nothing new, you two had kissed before. Neither one of you was interested in women, which is why you two didn't interact with each other sexually during the night—you didn’t want Hana to do anything sexual to you and you were sure she felt the same way.
However, sharing a kiss wasn’t sexual in your book, not when it came to her. Back in school, when you two felt curious, you kissed each other. Sometimes, when you were really drunk you’d kiss each other to give the other person advice on how to kiss even better. It was stupid and there were no feelings behind it, but when Hana kissed you, you could see Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement and his fingers started to move in and out of you frantically fast as he clearly got even hornier watching you do it.
“You’re not a good girl at all,” Jungkook grunted and grinned at you through gritted teeth. “What a fucking birthday!”
Clearly, Hana knew Jungkook well because this was exactly what he seemingly needed to go hard on you, forgetting about his plan to be gentle and whatever else he was saying earlier. His mouth and tongue took turns licking and teasing your clit and labia while his fingers went in and out, every movement of his hands stretching your hole a bit more for him.
While Jungkook was doing this and making you embarrassingly wet, Hana and you kissed, softly, gently, giggling throughout, mostly at the sounds Jungkook kept making. You didn’t expect Hana to touch Jungkook, but she moved her hand down to his head and pushed him into your crotch even more, which made him grunt and start sucking on your labia. That in turn made you arch your back and moan his name, eyes closing, head moving down to the bed. Fuck, the guy was great with his tongue and fingers too. What wasn’t Jungkook good at?
Unexpectedly, Hana got up off the bed. “I have to take another shower. I feel all sticky. I think it will be a bath. You two have fun…” She said calmly as you watched her get up in confusion. Jungkook didn’t seem surprised by this at all—his mouth never left you. Then, Hana leaned to you and grabbed your shoulders. “Do whatever you want, okay? You have my blessing. He’ll be nice to you.”
Jungkook chuckled at that and shot a glance her way as Hana made her way to the bathroom. In less than a minute, she went from kissing you to disappearing from the room. You were alone with him again, and your heart started racing—the moment suddenly felt intimate.
“You heard her?” He finally moved away from your pussy just to smile at you, remnants of your excitement still visible on his lips and chin. He propped himself up on his palms. “Do whatever you want to me.”
“Oh,” you simply said, taken aback by the way Jungkook was suddenly looking at you like he was ready to devour you. Then, your eyes flew between his legs since you now finally got a good view of his body again and you couldn’t help but notice he was fully erect even though you hadn’t touched him in a while. “Put it in then.”
Your words made Jungkook happy, the low chuckle told you that, and so did the fact that he moved in closer until he was kneeling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
The fact that he was stroking his cock while asking that made it hard for you to focus on anything else, let alone conversation. He was so fucking hot. How would you ever have sex with another man again? What would be the point? Jungkook was just kneeling there playing with his dick and you could feel yourself getting wetter.
“Yes,” you nodded with a smile, still not believing you’d get to feel Jungkook. His cock would be inside of you in a couple of seconds. “Just go slow.”
“Don’t worry,” Jungkook reached out to pat your thigh gently, letting his hand linger there for a while, making you shiver. “I’ll go nice and slow for you…”
Then, you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and run up to your clit. It quickly made its way between your folds down to your entrance and gently entered you, inch by inch. When the entire tip was in, Jungkook stopped and hissed before looking up at you.
“Good?” He asked and as soon as you nodded, gave you a bit more of his cock. “How are you this fucking tight?”
“I think you’re just big,” you told him, which made him grin. Clearly, Jungkook loved getting compliments about his size, and you were sure he got them often. A dick like that? There was no way women didn’t gush over it, especially since he was so good at everything.
When he eased another inch into you, you hissed and arched your back. His fingers did stretch you out, but this thing was huge. Sadly, even though you were extremely turned on, it still hurt to take it all in.
“Want me to stop?” Jungkook looked at you with eyebrows cocked up, clearly against the idea, but not wanting to go on and cause you pain. “Or to finger you a bit more? Eat you out?”
“Maybe, uh…” You took a deep breath before telling him something you thought about often. “I should ride you.”
“Ride me?” Jungkook seemed taken aback by the idea but then he chuckled and gently pulled out of you, making you wince at the loss even though it was painful before. Painful was better than empty, especially since you were so turned on. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
“You don’t know a lot of things,” you pretended to be a lot more mysterious than you actually were as Jungkook lay on the bed next to you. You weren’t the most adventurous person out there, but did Jungkook have to know that?
“Can’t wait to find out,” he said, crossing his hands behind his back and staring at you as you straddled him. “Need me to help?”
“No, I got this,” you said as you grabbed the base of his dick and positioned it at your entrance. Slowly, you let the tip enter you before you let go of his cock and placed both hands on your thighs for support. “Oh, fuck…”
You tried to go slow at first, but then you realized it would hurt either way and that you’d get used to it the sooner it entered you fully, so you sat all the way down until you were sitting on Jungkook’s thighs, his hard cock deep inside of you, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. Jungkook’s hands flew to your waist instantly and he dug his fingers into your skin, pressing you even further into his own body, even though his cock couldn’t enter you even more if he tried.
“Christ, I’ll die,” Jungkook mumbled as he opened his eyes and then he smiled at you, cocking his head to the side. “Are you okay?”
Your eyes teared up a bit because of the stinging along his entire length, but you were slowly getting used to the feeling. It was strange to feel him inside of you, but it became a lot easier when you focused on how hot Jungkook looked lying under you, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of you on top of him. “Yeah, yeah… Just need to relax a bit…”
“Here, let me help,” he offered, sucking on his thumb and then moving it down to your clit so he could rub it, which did get your walls to start clenching and relaxing. “Just… Breathe…” Jungkook said gently, his thumb rubbing your clit while his other hand made its way from your waist up to your breast and gently squeezed it, grunting in the process. “I think you could make me come without even moving.”
The compliment made you chuckle, which in turn made your walls clench around his cock, and Jungkook reacted by grunting. “Are you trying to?”
“Not yet,” you shook your head and started to roll your hips in circles, letting his cock rub against your walls in hopes of them relaxing a bit. “Just want to… Feel you…”
“I feel you just fine,” Jungkook mumbled at you before biting down on his lower lip. “You’re so warm and wet for me… Can’t wait till you start jumping.”
You could hardly wait for that too—he felt so hard inside of you and you were sure he’d feel perfect once you got used to his size, so you started to move your hips front and back now, adjusting to the new feeling. Jungkook’s groaning and squeezing helped and the hand on your clit made you start going faster, and before you knew it, you were gently sliding up and down his cock, never going high enough for it to fall out, but always landing on his thighs with a loud smack, no matter how slowly you moved up.
Jungkook liked the tempo so much that he placed both hands on your waist and just let you do your thing. He couldn’t decide where to look—your crotch, your chest, your face—so his gaze flew all over, unable to stop at one place for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.
“It feels much better now,” you told him, and your words made him smile.
“I told you it would,” Jungkook smirked at you and somehow got you to melt all over again. What the fuck was up with him? You had him inside you, there was literally nothing more you could do to feel him, yet you wanted more and more. How he did it was beyond you, but you couldn’t waste time on questioning it. “Ride me faster.”
“Faster?” You cocked your head to the side and started to move the way he wanted you to, getting to feel every inch of him rub against your walls and touch every inch of your walls from the inside. You could feel your juices sliding down his cock, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about it, not when you felt so fucking good because of him.
“Do you ride Jeonghun like this?” Jungkook asked after a series of hisses and moans, all of which were doing wonders for your ego. Never in your life did you think you’d see a man as attractive as Jungkook enjoy being inside of you this much.
“No,” you shook your head, not really in the mood to talk about your date. Sort of date. A guy you slept with a couple of times.
Whatever he was, you didn’t want to think about him when you were with Jungkook. This thing right here wasn’t going to happen again, and you wanted to make the most out of it.
Jungkook wanted to play dumb, so he frowned. “Why not?”
“He likes missionary,” you readily responded.
You weren’t sure how Jungkook always got you to be honest with him, but you figured the fact that he was inside of you had a lot to do with it. Your mind wasn’t working as well as your body—all you were focused on was his dick inside of you and how it felt whenever your hips smashed into his.
“He’s a nice guy, I’ll give him that, but he’s missing out on a lot,” Jungkook said while grabbing both of your breasts while you rode him, clearly deciding to make the most out of the situation, much like yourself.
The image of Jeonghun flashed before your eyes and it instantly made you feel guilty, even though you two weren’t exclusive. “Let’s not talk about him.”
“Why not?” The smirk didn’t seem to be leaving Jungkook’s face anytime soon. “You don’t like being dirty?”
“Nope,” you said while riding the dick of the guy who was dating your best friend like that wasn’t the dirtiest thing you could imagine. But, it was Jungkook, and it didn’t feel bad.
“I think you do,” Jungkook grunted, lowering his hands so he could grab your ass and help you jump on and down his cock. The more vocal he was, the faster and harder you were going. “I think you really fucking love fucking me behind your boyfriend’s back.”
“I don’t,” you disagreed because Jeonghun wasn’t your fucking boyfriend, but you didn’t want to explain these details while fucking Jungkook.
“Really? Is that why you’re riding me faster?” Jungkook chuckled, smacking your ass with open palms. “Is that why you’re dripping wet?”
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t, not when all these words and actions were making you want to start jumping up and down, not caring if you were even going to land on his dick correctly. You kept wanting more and more, and you weren’t sure if more actually existed. “Fuck!”
“Oh, so it is…” Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while using the other to pinch your nipple gently, making you arch your back. “What would Jeonghun say if he saw you now, riding my cock like this? I bet he thinks you’re such a good, sweet girl… That’s why he only does missionary… Doesn’t want to scare you away. What would he think if he saw you taking my cock like this?”
For some reason, the things Jungkook was saying were turning you on, and not because he was mentioning Jeonghun. It was because his words were making you feel dirty, and not in a bad way. It didn’t feel like Jungkook was judging you. Quite the opposite, it sounded like he fucking loved it. Why wouldn’t he? You were acting dirty for him.
So, you decided to play along. It was the dude’s birthday and you were so fucking into him that it hurt. Why not make the most out of this one and only chance you’d have with him? “He’d …. Be mad, I guess.”
“I’d be mad too,” Jungkook licked his lips and looked up at your face. “If I had a girl like you and someone else was making you feel better than I could? I’d be pissed.”
There he went again, mentioning these what-ifs and things that just couldn’t happen because he was dating your friend and you would never do that to her, no matter how much you enjoyed fucking Jungkook. “Stop saying that.”
“Why? It’s true… You come whenever I want you to. You told me he can’t make you come,” Jungkook shrugged, knowing he had a point, and you couldn’t help but notice he looked so smug lying down and letting you ride him with a smirk on his face. He knew you too well for this, you realized. “Such a shame... Wasting your time on a guy who can’t get you horny.”
“Jungkook,” you stopped moving and leaned in, opening your eyes completely to show him you were serious.
“Yeah?”
“Please, don’t say these things,” you lowered your voice, remembering that Hana was in the bathroom, taking a bath, but that he could probably hear everything you two were saying. “You’re Hana’s boyfriend.”
Jungkook seemed shocked for a second like he was surprised to hear you say that, but he quickly got it together and smirked. “Sorry… But, you’re still a little slut.”
“Fuck,” you sighed, kicking your head back and continuing to ride Jungkook, now dragging your fingernails across his chest and stomach down to his hips, where you let your palms rest.
“Oh, so that’s what you like. Less talk less about me, and more about how you’re being so bad right now,” Jungkook seemed pleased with himself for having found out your weak spot, the smug look on his face told you that. “Riding someone else’s cock while poor old Jeonghun is probably at home jerking off to you… I know I’d be.”
The words he was saying were making you get even more excited if that was even possible. The thought of Jungkook jerking off to you was driving you crazy. Did he really? Or was he just saying this in the heat of the moment, to turn you both on even more? Then, Jungkook started groping your breasts and you felt like you were about to explode.
“He’d be mad at me too if he saw this…” Jungkook continued, rubbing your hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers, getting you to arch your back and ride him even faster. As if he realized you were starting to lose it, Jungkook groped your breast, squeezing on them hard enough to get you going. “You got me hard two minutes after coming, and that rarely happens. Just shows how much I like you, and he’d hate it. Jeonghun would be so upset seeing his nice girlfriend jump on another man’s cock like this…”
That’s true, you had to admit. Of course he’d be upset, who wouldn’t? “He would be,” you moaned, deciding to continue playing Jungkook’s game. “But he won’t know.”
“If he does, he’ll try to fight me, I can already tell,” Jungkook snickered, spreading his thighs wider to give you more room when you moved your hips back and seeing him relax and let you do whatever you want with him lit a new sort of fire inside you.”Can’t blame him. No, fuck that, I can. He can try a little harder to get you to come. It’s not that hard. You just need to be turned on and relaxed…”
“Mhmmm,” you hummed in agreement without even thinking about it.
Did you really feel that way about Jeonghun? To be honest, you didn’t really think about him that much, except when you were about to go out with him, which definitely wouldn’t be happening again. But, Jungkook was right—Jeonghun could have tried harder to get you to come.
“And Jeonghun can’t get you to feel that way, right?” Jungkook asked, clearly teasing you, wanting to get compliments out of you, now moving his hands down and planting them around your waist.
“No,” you admitted right away, holding onto his shoulders so you could lift your hips and smack them against his harshly before quickly moving them back up again. “He can’t.”
“But I can,” Jungkook said confidently.
“Yes,” you couldn’t do anything but agree because it was painfully obvious by the way you were practically dripping onto his balls and thighs, covering him with your juices.
Anytime you went up and down his cock, you could hear how wet you were and feel how hard Jungkook still was, even after what seemed like hours of you riding him. Realistically, it had only been minutes, ten at most, but it was the best ten minutes of sex you’d ever had.
“Mhm, just as I thought…” Jungkook said, now moving one of his hands up to your face to cup it, getting you to practically purr at him. “You like me a lot, don’t you?”
You felt a lump form in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Jungkook knew you liked him and you knew you liked him—it was painfully obvious and you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over it after getting a taste of him. But, it was wrong. “Jungkook, don’t.”
“You can say it… Hana knows it,” Jungkook said, as if he was reading your mind.
He wasn’t, which meant he discussed this with Hana, which came as a shock to you. Why would they talk about something like that? She’s never mentioned talking to Jungkook about your crush on him. “What are you on about?” you asked, slowing down.
“I told her I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you,” Jungkook flashed you his teeth as he grinned, seemingly happy to be confessing this feeling to you, even though it was so wrong. “You’re just my type. Shy, hot in bed... Hana? Not shy. I like that too, but this is my favorite.”
“You told her that?” You stopped moving to give him a glare, still not believing the words coming out of his mouth. If he were your boyfriend and told you he was more into Hana than you, you’d cry and break up with him. What the hell was going on between these two? You clearly didn’t know them that well. “That’s mean.”
“Hey,” Jungkook said, patting your waist gently. “She told me she wanted to fuck Jimin before I even mentioned that. He was the one who introduced us, remember? So now we both got what we wanted… No, all three of us got what we want, because I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he paused to lick his lip and check you out from head to the point where your body met his, which happened to be your crotch. “You love fucking me.”
“Jungkook, please,” you hissed when he gently ran his hands up and cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with his thumbs while still holding onto your flesh. Jungkook was touching you like he knew every inch of your body and exactly what you liked, and like he knew you’d let him do just about anything to you.
“Please what?”
“Don’t say these things,” you said with a slight shake of your head, feeling like your voice was faltering too. You were into him and you did love fucking him, but it was a one-time thing and he shouldn’t have been making such a big deal out of it.
“Why not? Don’t you like feeling that slutty?” Jungkook chuckled, but when he realized you weren't happy about it, he stopped instantly. “We’re not doing anything wrong. Hana knows about this and wants it. So, let’s make the most of it. Just relax and enjoy it.”
“Hana…” You tried coming up with something to say that could prove him wrong, that could show him that you two shouldn’t be discussing how horny you were for each other while he was dating your friend who just so happened to be in the other room, but your mind was drawing blanks because Jungkook was squeezing your breasts and looking straight into your eyes.
“Babe,” Jungkook sat up and leaned in closer so he could whisper at you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you in. “I had to hear about how much Hana thought about Jimin's dick while she fucked him right in front of me, so don’t worry. If she had a problem with it, she would have said no, okay?”
Really? The thought of that shocked you—why would anyone think about anyone other than Jungkook when they could have him whenever they wanted? Besides, why would Hana say these things in front of Jungkook?
“Okay,” you nodded, not believing what you were hearing. Hana wanted to fuck Jimin when she got to fuck Jungkook. Well, to each his own, but you’d always choose Jungkook.
“Relax, baby…” Jungkook grinned and reached back to grab the back of your neck and massage it. “Ride it,” he said, which was all it took for you to start moving your hips again, now feeling his cock inside you from a whole other angle, one that suited you even better. Or was it the fact that his face was now an inch away from yours?
“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, stopping you from zoning out completely.
“Mhm… Great,” you practically moaned at him and he took that as a sign to go on talking dirty. Before that, though, Jungkook leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you even more.
“Big enough for you?” His cocked eyebrow told you Jungkook already knew the answer.
“Huge,” you whispered the word, and Jungkook’s face lit up.
“And you like that?” Jungkook wasn’t able to contain the excitement in his voice when he asked that, and you chuckled at his tone.
“I didn’t know I did,” you admitted, as he seemed to be waiting for you to respond as if it wasn’t already obvious that you were so into him it hurt.
This seemed to give Jungkook even more confidence. “You didn’t know a lot of things before tonight.”
“It’s like it’s my birthday,” you cracked the joke to ease the tension and try to focus solely on riding his dick, getting it to rub all against your walls from the inside, getting yourself to come.
“When is your birthday?” Jungkook seemed serious all of a sudden.
“In two months,” you responded, unsure of what that had to do anything, especially when you were in the middle of sex.
“Please, wish for this,” Jungkook whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was a soft kiss, a peck, one that made shivers run down your spine. As if he sensed that the kiss was too intimate, Jungkook started to kiss his way up to your neck, which made you grunt.
“Stop talking about me and let me concentrate,” you told him while grabbing his shoulders and starting to move your hips faster, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth on you.
“You’re right…” Jungkook said with a chuckle before licking a strip up your neck and making you moan his name loudly. “I forgot, we’re focusing on how big of a slut you’re being…”
You hummed in agreement, surprised to find yourself liking his comments this much. There was just something about the way Jungkook said these things to you like they weren’t something bad. Instead, it seemed like he loved it too.
“And you know you’re being slutty, letting me fucking you raw like this… Riding my dick, letting it stretch you out… Jeonghun is not gonna like this,” Jungkook said, hissing when you rolled your hips in a way that he obviously appreciated. “You’re so wet my balls are dripping.”
“Sorry,” you said, feeling like such an idiot for something you couldn’t control.
Jungkook looked into your eyes again, making the moment feel really intimate again, like it was just the two of you there like the night didn’t have to end. “Don’t apologize, I fucking love it.”
“Great,” you grinned, rolling your hips in circles again while staring right into his eyes, never wanting to let him go.
“Let’s switch up…” Jungkook leaned in and kissed you gently. Then, he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. “I really want to fuck.”
You nodded and gently eased yourself off of Jungkook, letting his cock slide out of you, big, pink, and slick with your juices, which made you hiss when it landed on his stomach, making a loud wet noise.
It didn’t take Jungkook long to push you down on the bed and get on top of you, your crotch almost touching his, your legs on either side of his body as Jungkook sat up between your legs and scooted his hips closer to yours.
“Fuck, this is such a nice sight.”
You could only imagine how lascivious it looked from his perspective: you on your back, legs spread, pussy on display right in front of him, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when Jungkook was positioning his dick at your entrance and gently shoving himself in all the way. “Mhm, fuck…”
Jungkook kicked his head back and sighed deeply before looking at you again, his eyes warm and happy. “Still so nice and tight and warm… You really are into me.”
“Mhm,” you couldn’t help but agree, not when it was painfully obvious that you loved every second of him being inside of you.
“Good,” Jungkook said, grabbing both your thighs and squeezing them while moving his hips slowly, getting you to adjust to the new position. “It will be easier to get you to enjoy yourself.”
“I’m already enjoying it way too much.” You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into you and made you admit that, but you knew Jungkook loved hearing it. You just didn’t want him to know he had that much power over you.
“I can tell, baby…” Jungkook grinned and shoved his cock inside of you all the way. Once he realized it didn’t hurt, Jungkook started to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly. “You’ve never been fucked this good.”
“Is it that obvious?” You asked with a chuckle.
“Kind of,” Jungkook said, starting to speed up his movements, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how his body moved while he fucked you. Everything seemed to be moving in the same rhythm and it was almost mesmerizing. “I don’t mean that in a bad way… Just that you seem to like everything I do, which makes me so fucking hard I can’t even explain.”
Now, that was something you loved hearing. If he knew how excited he made you feel, it was only fair if you heard the same about yourself. Otherwise, you’d feel stupid tomorrow. “I feel it.”
“You do?” Jungkook grinned, smacking his hips into yours, which made your toes curl. Fuck, he really did know what he was doing. “You like knowing you get men hard?”
“Some men, yeah,” you pretended you didn’t understand what he was asking.
“Okay…” Jungkook shoved himself into you all the way again and stopped moving, letting you feel all of him. “Do you like knowing you get me hard?”
“Yes,” you couldn’t lie, not when Jungkook was standing still, hovering above you, your lips an inch away from his.
“Good, because you fucking do, and not just tonight,” he said, giving you a smirk followed by quick movements of his hips, ones that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Jungkook…” you called out his name, wanting to tell him he shouldn’t be telling you he gets hard for you, not even when you were fucking, because it was a one-time thing and you didn’t want to face him tomorrow and know you get him hard and he gets you excited, and you could never do anything about it ever again.
“I know you know it,” Jungkook said, burying his face in the crook of your neck and starting to pound into you hard, a lot harder than earlier, which made you dig your nails into his back and hold him closer.
You really didn’t know that, though. Never once did you think that Jungkook harbored any feelings, let alone sexual, for you. He was extremely friendly around and offered you advice and listened to you rant about your problems, but you never got the idea that he wanted to fuck you, mostly because he was dating your best friend and you tried hard not to think about him that way. You were just his hot girlfriend’s loser friend, at least that’s how you thought he saw you.
“You don’t like me saying that?” Jungkook grunted, still not moving away from your neck, still keeping the very fast pace which made it hard for you to breathe, let alone speak, but you loved every second of it.
“No,” you admitted with a sigh, trying to focus solely on his cock entering and exiting your body, getting you wetter by the second. “Hana…”
“Pretty, she knows it,” Jungkook smiled at you, like what he was saying was completely normal and you were the weird one for feeling weird about it. “But I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
You nodded without a word and focused on taking his features in.
After all, it was the first and last time you two were having sex, so you might as well try to take in all of it. Jungkook’s hairline was covered with beads of sweat and so was his face, even though in smaller quantities. The ends of his hair were sticking to his forehead and sides of his face, and that only made you want to pull him in so you could kiss and touch him.
However, you didn’t do that.
You lay there with your legs spread and marveled at the sight of this gorgeous man between your legs, keeping the same rhythm as he pumped himself in and out of you, his toned upper body on display, the dark tattoos in contrast with his skin, his earrings dangling whenever his thighs smacked against the back of yours.
“I never want to stop doing this,” Jungkook confessed and the confession made you bite down on your lower lip. You never wanted it to stop either, it just felt fucking amazing. “Can I go deeper?”
You nodded without a word, still enjoying the sight of him on top of you, in you, the lines of his face distorting with pleasure as he stuck his dick inside of you all the way in, getting to feel your warm pussy engulf him, pull him in closer. “Fuck,” he shook his head and looked straight into your eyes. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, everything feels fucking amazing.”
The compliments were music to your ears, you loved hearing this from someone you were as attracted to as you were to Jungkook, and the best part about it was that you knew that he wasn’t lying. Exaggerating, maybe, but not lying—you could feel just how hard he was.
“Does it feel good this deep?” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow up and when you nodded, he grinned. “Can I go faster?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, spreading your legs even wider, which made Jungkook grab you by the thighs, straighten your legs, and press them against his torso. Is that what people meant when they said their legs were around someone’s neck during sex?
You hissed when you felt Jungkook hit a spot deep inside you, which instantly made him freeze in place. “Fuck!”
“Too deep?” Jungkook gently rubbed your thighs with both hands and looked at you worriedly. “Slow down?”
“No, it’s… Uh… Strange?” You cocked your head to the side and couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. You were staring at each other, Jungkook stopped moving, and you found the whole thing funny. “It feels sharp but good?”
“Maybe I found the right spot,” Jungkook said with a grin and then started to fuck you again, this time putting a lot more energy into it, so much so that it got you to scream the first time he entered you all the way and touched that spot again.
From that moment on, most of it was a blur. You did what Jungkook’s voice instructed you to do, which was to close your eyes, breathe, and focus on his dick. It felt weird not watching him fuck you because that’s all you ever wanted to do, but Jungkook was the expert there, so you followed his advice.
Jungkook kept grunting and hissing, clearly enjoying the way your pussy felt around him, but you didn’t open your eyes to look at him. Instead, you kept them closed and focused on his cock. Every time it entered you, it went in deep, really deep. It hit a spot that hurt, but not as much as it felt good.
It was a really weird feeling, but you realized it actually felt good and that the pain came from too much pleasure if that was even possible. The a-ha moment happened when you noticed tears were streaming down your temples and that you were moaning without stopping, completely forgetting that both Jungkook and Hana could hear you falling apart under him.
“Oh, you’re getting so fucking wet now,” Jungkook grunted from above, tightening the grip he had around your thighs, continuing to fuck you, smack his body against the back of your legs, shove himself inside of you all the way, his thick cock filling you up in the best way imaginable.
Then, Jungkook spread your legs, holding each one up by your ankle, hitting the spot from an even better angle. The sudden change in positions made you arch your back and grab the sheets so you had something to hold onto.
“Jesus, Jungkook, keep going,” you muttered the words at him, taking a peek to see if he was as excited as you were just to find him biting down on his lip and looking at you, sweat dripping down his face and chest, looking completely immersed in the moment. “Oh my God…”
“What a tight little pussy you have,” Jungkook grunted, still keeping up with the same fast pace he’d set earlier, keen on getting you to come. “I wish Jeonghun could see you now, spreading your legs for me like a slut.”
“Fuck,” your back arched on its own. At that moment, you wished for that too—maybe he’d then realize that he had to put in a bit more work than just pump in and out of you until he came inside the condom. “Jungkook…”
“I bet he’d be so pissed off to hear all the things you told me….” Jungkook said with a chuckle. “Or see you let me fuck you raw and deep like this… Get to fuck you however you want… Feel those lips around my cock… Fuck, I want all of it so bad. You’re such a good slut for me tonight,” Jungkook hissed before saying your name, which was what threw you off the edge.
You felt like you were about to come ever since he hit that spot, but you just needed that little push to come undone all over his cock, and hearing him say your name did it for you. Jungkook felt you were coming, you were sure, even though he could already tell by the way your entire body twisted and turned while you screamed and held onto the sheets tight, so he kept fucking you, not stopping for a second until you asked him to, barely getting the words out.
The second you told him to stop, he did, but he didn’t pull all the way out, which actually felt nice. Instead, Jungkook stayed inside of you, planted your feet back on the bed, and leaned down to hover over you, his chest pressed against yours as he held himself up on his elbows.
“You are so fucking pretty when you come,” he grunted and started kissing you, so you finally opened your eyes, smiled at him, and then kissed him, feeling cocky enough to shove your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hands around him, tugging at his hair, dragging your fingers across his back, surely leaving marks.
Jungkook loved all of it, you could tell by the way he practically purred on your chest or the way he played with your tongue, or, even more obviously, the way his cock twitched inside of you.
“I want to see you come,” you said into the kiss, which made Jungkook pull away and lick his lips.
“God, yes,” he grunted and started to pump himself into you again and this time, it felt even better. “I fucking love this… Getting to see just how much of a slut you are for me.”
You couldn’t do anything but moan in response since Jungkook started to fuck you even faster than before, his hands now behind your shoulders, lifting them up so he could hold the upper part of your body while he fucked you hard, and it felt amazing, to say the least.
Since his hand held you in place, you didn’t move up and down the bed. Instead, you stayed in the same place and the only thing that moved was Jungkook’s hips, in and out, in and out, his dick filling you up so well each time, but only for a second or two before he pulled out and repeated the motion.
“I’ve wanted this for such a long time,” Jungkook grunted into your ear, his hands holding you in place while his hips snapped up and down quickly. “You feel so fucking warm and tight, just like I imagined…”
“Jungkook,” you were going to tell him he shouldn't be saying that, but then you realized he was about to come and that it was his birthday, so ruining his fantasy would probably spoil the night for him. “Fuck.”
“I wanted to fuck you so bad and now that I know how good it feels, I want it to be my birthday every fucking day,” he kept grunting into your ear while his hips smacked into yours from above. “Getting to feel how warm you are around me… Fuck, it’s great. And how sweet you sound? Your angelic face and then that fucking body of yours that makes me want to ram into you like you’re a blowup doll? I won’t do it, don’t worry. I have to go easy on you,” Jungkook said with a hiss, gently biting into your bottom lip.
“No, do it,” you looked into his eyes and grinned. Why not? Nobody has ever fucked you that hard. It was all bland and boring, just like you. Missionary, slow at first, very quick towards the end, that was it.
“Do it? You sure?” Jungkook checked again, even though you could tell he was dying to do it, and that he was really close to coming already.
“Yes, please, I want to feel it,” you told him, giving him a small grin before moving your hands down to cup his ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck me.”
Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he grunted and started to thrust into you so hard that you had to move your hands up to his back and hold onto him tight. At the same time, Jungkook let go of your shoulders and held onto the bed for support. There were too many sounds to focus on—the sounds of skin hitting skin, Jungkook’s low grunting which got louder and stronger the closer he came to coming, and your moans that you just couldn't stop, not when he was going so fast and making you feel like you were, in fact, his blowup doll.
“Oh, fuck, I’ll come,” Jungkook mumbled. “I’ll pull ou—”
“No,” you told him. “Pill. Come inside me.”
Jungkook rested his forehead against your shoulder and stopped moving for a second. “I had to stop before I absolutely exploded. Hearing you say this makes me think of so many nasty things…”
With that, he started to move again, clearly excited about getting to come inside of you tonight, which wasn’t a part of the deal. There was no way you’d say no to him, not when you were on the pill and nothing was stopping you from letting him fill you up.
To help him come, you decided to tell him nasty things, since Jungkook seemed to like it that much. “Only you get to come inside of me,” you said something you shouldn’t have said. “You were right, I am a slut for you, I like fucking you way too much.”
“Ughh,” Jungkook grunted and started coming. Even if you couldn’t tell by how spasmodic his movement became, the fact that he pressed the side of his face against yours and held you tight would have given him away. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled, still pumping in and out of you. “Can’t believe you’d let me fill you up with my cum like this…”
You cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss, which Jungkook gladly returned, and you two kissed for seemed like an eternity. During the kiss, you felt his cock get soft and slip out of you, letting his cum drip down your cheeks, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when it felt so nice kissing him. You wanted it to last forever, but you only had that one night, the night of Jungkook’s birthday, and it came to an end.
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You thought seeing Hana after the night you three spent together would be weird, but it was so much more awkward for you than you could have imagined. It felt like your knees went weak the second you saw her walking into the coffee shop unannounced. But, then she waved at you and came up to the bar with a grin like nothing changed between the two of you.
“Hey! Want to take your break with me?” Hana offered, pointing to a table next to the window, far away from any of your coworkers.
A couple of minutes later, you joined her with two coffees and sandwiches, feeling a huge lump in your throat.
Of course, it was still Hana and you were still you—nothing changed. However, now you knew your obsession with her boyfriend went way too far and that you’d have to stop hanging out with him, at least for a while. You’d have to try to forget the way Jungkook felt, kissed, touched, and focus on yourself and getting over your feelings before you could be his friend again.
You knew something like that would happen when you said yes to it, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass out on.
Still, it felt terrible when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t lie about it. Your entire body ached, you were tired and sore, but it was your chest that hurt the most because you knew it was a one-time thing, no matter how much you wanted it to happen again and again. Jungkook was in love with Hana, Hana was in love with him, and you were a hookup. That was it.
So, you avoided them for three days.
Jungkook texted, but you didn’t respond. The things he told you when you two were alone didn’t leave your mind for a second, but they were wrong. Men said a lot of things when they were horny and Jungkook was no exception, you’d learned. The guy asked his girlfriend for a threesome, they agreed on you, the person they both knew well, and he fucked you. That was the extent of his feelings for you.
Even if Jungkook, by some miracle, meant all those things, he was still Hana’s boyfriend and you didn’t want to talk about that topic with him and encourage him to say shit like that. It could ruin their relationship, which could potentially ruin your friendship with Hana and no guy was worth it, not even Jungkook, no matter how attractive, sexy, or great in bed he was.
Luckily, Jungkook didn’t push too much. He sent a text the next morning, thanking you for the night and wanting to know if you were okay, but you felt too confused and hurt and in love to respond to him. Then, you realized that you didn’t want to talk to him about it. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.
That night, Jungkook texted again, telling you he was worried about you and that he hoped nothing had changed.
You didn’t respond to that text either because you went to bed early. The day was exhausting from start to finish, mostly because you spent it alone, reliving last night in your mind over and over again, feeling guilt wash over you every time you’d find yourself enjoying these memories.
When you woke up, you found a third text from Jungkook, sent in the wee hours of the evening, asking you to forgive him if he crossed any lines. He also said he wouldn’t text you again because you clearly needed space. But, if you wanted to talk, he was always there.
All of that sounded perfect and it would have been had Jungkook not been your best friend’s boyfriend.
So, seeing Hana in person after all of that also hurt.
Did Jungkook tell her you weren’t talking to him? He didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but you felt like a total loser. You promised them nothing would change and then you completely changed your attitude towards Jungkook, who did nothing wrong.
“So… How are you?” Hana asked with a smile as she took a bite of the sandwich. “I’m so fucking hungry, sorry, I can’t wait.”
“No, no, please, eat,” you nodded and took a sip of the coffee, feeling too nervous to eat. “I’m fine, why? Just busy with work.”
Hana glared at you while she chewed and you knew she could see right through you. “Cut the crap,” she said, her mouth still full of food, but you felt so bad that you couldn’t even reprimand her for that like you usually would.
“I’m sorry I’m acting all weird,” you sighed, looking straight into her eyes. “I promised nothing would change and it clearly has, but not in a bad sense. I guess I just need time to like, get my thoughts in order, or something. Maybe it was a bigger step than I thought it would be.”
“Sure,” Hana readily agreed, chasing down the bite with a sip of coffee. “I get it, we all needed time to figure it all out. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just ignore each other in the meantime, right?”
“I would never ignore you,” you shook your head. Did it really come off that way? You really didn’t have time that week because you took all the extra shifts you could to take your mind off of things. You couldn’t think about Jungkook and the way he made you feel if you worked 12 hours a day. “Why do you think that?”
“I don’t mean me,” her raised eyebrow told you that Jungkook told her all about his failed attempts at talking to you. “The three of us took part in it. If nothing has changed between you and me, it shouldn’t between the two of you.”
“Yes,” you nodded in agreement because Hana was right. Normal people would see the situation that way. Why change your behavior towards Jungkook but not her? It didn’t make any sense, but feelings rarely did. “It didn’t. I mean, it won’t.”
“Why are you ignoring Jungkook then?”
“I—,” you gulped, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. You could never lie to Hana, not even if you tried. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and she could easily tell when you were being dishonest. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s work through it together,” your friend suggested with a smile as if she didn’t realize she’d be uncovering some shameful secrets if she kept pushing. “We’re best friends. What we did doesn’t change anything between us because we’re still friends.”
You nodded in agreement, holding your cup with both hands and taking comfort in its warmth. That’s what you really needed—a long warm hug, but not from Hana and definitely not from Jungkook, even though you knew how amazing his hugs felt.
“Cool. And you and Jungkook were friends before this. So why not stay friends after? Unless something changed…”
“No, nothing changed,” you spoke up, never wanting to think you were interested in her boyfriend or that you’d try to do anything to separate them. “I mean, Jungkook is still my friend, clearly.”
“But you have feelings for him,” Hana suggested with a completely serious face, looking straight into your eyes which made you look at the floor in embarrassment.
You felt like the worst person out there, mostly because it didn’t even look like she was angry. Of course she wouldn’t be, she was your friend, which was exactly why your feelings for her boyfriend were completely out of place. Did she realize this that night? How long has she known? You felt embarrassed to even exist in her vicinity.
“I…. Hana,” you sighed, still unable to face her. “You’re my friend and you’ll always come first. I just need time to forget about it before I can… Be his friend. But that’s all there is to it.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Hana said in such a calm tone that you just had to look at her to determine what she was feeling.
You found her smiling at you warmly, much to your surprise. When your eyes met, she reached out and placed her hand on yours.
“You idiot,” she said in a mocking tone, and your breath hitched in your throat, but then she giggled. “Did you really think I can’t tell? I got a boyfriend and suddenly forgot how you function? Please.”
“I’m sorry,” was all you could tell her. She could see right through you, as always.
“Will you please text Jungkook back?” Hana asked with a raised eyebrow, surprising you with her request. “I think he really wants to talk to you, but he’s waiting for you to text him back because he doesn’t want to pester you, or something like that.”
Your cheeks were blushing at that point, you could feel it. Why did she want this when you’d just told her how you felt about him? “M-maybe it’s better if I wait for a while until I can think straight.”
“I have to tell you something,” Hana leaned in and lowered her voice. “But don’t take it the wrong way and jump to conclusions, okay? Promise.”
“I promise,” you crossed your heart and looked right into her eyes, feeling like you were shivering.
“We broke u—” she started but was cut off by your loud gasp.
“What the fuck?” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “Oh my God, please tell me it had nothing to do with his birthday,” you glared at her, feeling like a total piece of shit for getting involved with a couple. What in the hell were you thinking? “I feel so bad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Fuck, I hope I di—”
“Stop,” it was her turn to cut you off by raising her hand. “We talked about it before. Long before the threesome even happened. There’s love and there’s lust, and we both knew what our thing was. Then I started thinking about Jimin way too much and that was my own fault. But, I have to say that I always knew he had a soft spot for you. Jungkook, I mean. He took more interest in you than he did in me. Well, you know what I mean. You two became friends and we’re more like people who fuck and like each other enough to hang out, something like that,” she explained and then shrugged.
“What? I don’t get anything.”
“I’m saying that we were discussing just breaking things off and being single and then it was my birthday and I asked him for a favor, with Jimin. And I thought we’d break up then and that would be it. But then Jungkook asked for a present, and I knew exactly what it was going to be,” she looked at you knowingly. “And I also knew that if I told you we technically broke up, you’d never do it. And I knew you definitely should.”
“I feel totally cheated just so you know,” you told her after taking all of it in. “You are right, I never would have done it, so I’m kind of upset. I’m just shocked by all of this, I guess.”
“Listen... “ Hana reached out again, grabbing your hand. “Jungkook is a really sweet, nice guy. I know what you’re thinking, he’s my ex and it’s wrong and he likes to experiment and you’re monogamous and all that. Well, he’s my ex, but so fucking what? You fucked him too, we’re even. And the thing is, he’s not like me, maybe that’s why we don’t work well together. He wants to experiment if he doesn’t have deep feelings for someone,” Hana smirked at you. “I would bet everything I have that Jungkook would never let you sleep with Jimin or any one of his friends. There’s just no way he’d do it. With me, it’s different because we just had that type of thing, it was fun and convenient and we got laid, but that’s about it.”
“This feels so fucking weird. Like, you sitting here, trying to explain how Jungkook, who I thought was your boyfriend five minutes ago, would be a good choice for me,” you shook your head before letting it fall into your palms. “It’s too much.”
“Okay. Take your time,” Hana chuckled, and hearing her laughter made everything seem fine and normal again. “I’m just trying to tell you that whatever you decide is fine with me, for real. I didn’t want to say it over the phone because I wanted to be sure you knew I meant it. And also, Jungkook’s been nagging me for three days. He wants to make sure you’re alright, you don’t regret it, you don’t hate him, and stuff like that. So I wanted to let you know that we’re not together, we didn’t break up because of you, and you should really talk to him, even if you don’t know what you want.”
“You think so?”
“Yes,” Hana shook her head at you. “I know you. You’ll overthink this, imagine a million different scenarios, and find a million downsides to this. Well, if you talk to him about it, he can answer your questions so you don’t come up with your own answers. Jungkook’s not going to force you to meet up with him or anything, he just wants to talk. Hear him out and then take your time to decide. You don’t even have to decide, that’s the best part of life. Nobody’s forcing you to do anything. Take your time, live a little, have fun with him. Just talk to the guy.”
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Hana’s friendship always meant the world to you, but that day, you realized that she was really the best friend you’d ever had. Your mother always used to tell you that blood was thicker than water because your family would always put your interests first while friends would often take their own feelings into account.
Well, Hana proved your mother wrong.
The worst part about this whole thing was that she was right—you had to respond to Jungkook and hear him out. Otherwise, you’d come up with a bunch of problems and not one solution. You’d come to conclusions on Jungkook’s intentions when that wasn’t something you could know, not without talking to him first.
You: I’m sorry for not responding. I talked to Hana today and she explained what happened between you.
What else did you want to tell him? The dude texted you three times and went out of his way to get Hana to talk to you, so you had to get it all out there and explain everything.
You: It was stupid to ignore you, but I wanted to try to forget what happened before I talked to you again
You: Honestly, it felt wrong to have all these feelings for my friend’s boyfriend, so I didn’t want to get involved even more
Was that right? Of course, you didn’t want to suggest anything or dig deep into your feelings when you weren’t even sure what it was that he wanted from you.
Jungkook: Thanks for responding :) I was worried about you after everything
Jungkook: I’m sorry if I made it weird by saying all those things… I guess I got ahead of myself, but I just forgot that you didn’t know that Hana and I weren’t a thing anymore, so it must have sounded really weird
Jungkook: Now that you know, I hope you can look at it differently, but I also get it if you can’t. I keep thinking we fucked up by not just telling you we weren’t together, but Hana was against that, but maybe I should have went against her wishes this one time
He was right, it was all a bit too much. The fact that the two of them knew they weren’t together but kept it from you did sound weird, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood where Hana was coming from.
Clearly, she thought you and Jungkook would work well together, a lot better than the two of them, but she also knew you as a person, which meant she was aware that you’d never agree to fuck her ex right after they broke up.
You: It’s really a lot to take in at once, if I’m honest
Jungkook: That’s true and it’s normal to feel that way, it’s all complicated
Jungkook: But I’m hoping you’ll think about it and come to the same conclusion as me
You: And that is?
Jungkook: That we would work out, for sure, even if it’s all a bit messy :) because we care about each other
You stared at the text for minutes, the words “care about each other” flashing before your eyes, not leaving your mind for a second. Jungkook was saying this? To you?
You: Oh? Pretty cocky :D
That maybe wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say, but it felt easier to turn everything into a joke than admit all your feelings for Jungkook right away, especially when you felt so confused by the whole thing.
Jungkook: Hm… You may not want to date me or be in a relationship with me after everything, BUT you can’t tell me you don’t care about me
Jungkook: I can tell, just like I know you can tell
Jungkook: I mean, if Hana and all of my friends see it…
What? Did people really know about this?
You: What??
Jungkook: We really have a lot to talk about lol want to go out for a walk or something?
You felt like a fool when you realized that everyone other than you knew you had feelings for Jungkook. And that he had feelings for you, even though that still felt surreal. His friends? Really? He really baited you right in.
You: When?
Jungkook: After work? Before dinner? Tonight? Literally whenever you want
You: After work’s fine
Jungkook: Are you nervous?
You: Fuck yes
Even that was an understatement. You kept thinking about what you were going to wear, how you’d even survive looking into Jungkook’s eyes again, how you’d tell him any of the things you were thinking and how you’d sit through him complimenting you in person.
Jungkook: It’s okay :D I won’t do or say anything you don’t want
Jungkook: I’m a pretty straightforward guy, but I know it’s a complicated situation and it will take time
Jungkook: and I have all the time in the world and want to try to make it work
Your heart beat so loud you thought it would just jump out of your chest. Why was he saying these things when he knew how you felt? It would be so strange to see him face to face after all these confessions.
You: Let’s talk about it when we meet up :)
Did that sound cold? You couldn’t help but feel that way when you read the text again, so you quickly typed and sent another one.
You: I don’t want to sound uninterested or something because you know I’m not. I think we should talk about it in person and decide what to do then
Jungkook: Of course, no worries! I’ll come pick you up after work then?
You: Great, see you then
Jungkook: I’m so excited :D
You: LOL me too
You: why are we acting like high schoolers?
Jungkook: isn’t it a good feeling, though?
Jungkook: being so excited about just seeing someone and talking to them
Jungkook: doesn’t happen often :) see you later!
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birthday drabble 11 - jjk
@ryujinsfemaledog asked: 18 + 25 + jk 🤭🤭
pairing: jungkook x reader
contains: smut!! camboy!JK & camgirl!reader, they're ~just friends~ (who fuck) tho, JK has fangirls lol, chat-controlled vibrator, multiple orgasms, minor overstim, the smallest bit of dirty talk, condomless sex, DVP with a sex toy, crying after sex
summary: your camming partner thinks he can handle your new toy.
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Your comments have been a fucking disaster since you started camming with Jeon Jungkook.
There are your long-term viewers, mostly creepy straight dudes, who are pissed that you don’t solo stream as much as you used to. Those are easy enough to ignore, and the block button is your friend for the ones who stray a little too far into straight-up delusional territory.
There are your favorite group of viewers: the ones who are either some flavor of queer or just indiscriminately horny, and beg you both to fuck them, often with extremely creative suggestions. They regularly get into bidding wars (encouraged by you, naturally) to come up with the freakiest scenarios possible, trying to see who can get Jungkook to blush so hard his ears turn red.
And then there are the new viewers, who are specifically there for Jungkook, and love to demand that he leave you because they could treat him soooo much better. His “bunnies”, he’s affectionately labeled them. You have to roll your eyes and make a gagging face off screen when he says it. Who does he think he is, Hugh Hefner?
Yeah, your comments are a mess. Your bank account’s doing pretty good though.
You aren’t actually dating Jungkook, but you don’t need the people of the internet up in your business like that, so you let them think what they want. He’s been a good friend to you for a long time, and when you started casually hooking up, you learned he was great in bed– great enough that you felt a little sorry keeping it all to yourself.
So one night, after enough liquid courage, you admitted to him what you actually do for a living. As a long-term sex worker, you’ve heard just about every reaction under the sun to your career: you’re going to hell, that must be so sexy, oh I could never do that… but of course I support you. Blah blah blah.
Jungkook is the only person who’s ever surprised you with his answer: he leaned in, puppy-dog eyes wide, and whispered: “I’ve always wanted to do that."
That was when you knew you’d have fun with him. Though fun doesn’t quite seem like a strong enough word to describe it as the remote control vibrator shoved up inside of you works two back-to-back orgasms out of you– your second and third of the stream.
You’re spread out on the bed, propped up on your elbows so you can still read the chat, and everything from your neck down is shaking from the effort of staying upright despite the sheer pleasure rolling through you. You throw your head back as you cry out, doing your best to keep your legs wide for the camera as your pussy pulses again and again and again.
“Fuck, baby, was that another one?” Jungkook gently caresses a hand over your thigh as you writhe underneath his touch. He loves to play up the couple-y shit on stream, and you get it; his demographic eats it up. You could do without the pet names, but it’s not a big deal. He’s sweet, and really good at checking in with you.
It’s just a little hard to respond when you’re losing your shit. “Y-y-yeah,” you manage to gasp out, chest heaving with effort. “Two… oh fuck, t-two in a r-row.”
“Do you need a break?” His hand creeps closer to your core, ready and willing to remove the toy at your command. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head as your walls continue to flutter.
“No, no, no.” You say emphatically, doing your best to jiggle your tits to punctuate the words. When your eyes blink open, Jungkook shoots you a small knowing smile, his face turned away from the camera so that only you can see it. What can you say? You like to put on a show. “I need more.”
“I’m sure they can give you more.” You can barely think, let alone read, so he leans forward to check the screen of your laptop. “Thank you so much for your donation… JKDumpThatBitch69.”
You quickly close your eyes again so your audience can’t see them roll back in annoyance. These fucking girls, man.
“I’ll think about it, bunny,” Jungkook says with a shy laugh, and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s shooting the camera a playful wink. You slowly open your eyes as the vibrations trail off, and you run a hand down over your cunt and the toy tucked inside it, mostly to make sure it hasn’t fucking fallen off yet.
“You always know how to make me feel so good,” you whimper for the camera, chasing the phrase with an exaggerated hiss as you squeeze your pussy lips around the vibrator.
Jungkook has told you that you oversell it sometimes– he’s the only one who’s seen both sides of you, so maybe he’s right. But when you glance over at him, he’s clearly enjoying himself, as indicated by the outline of his erection now straining against his tight black briefs. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you can’t help yourself.
“Come here, baby,” you stress the pet name on purpose, an inside joke between the two of you because he knows you lowkey hate them.
An anticipatory grin spreads over his face. Jungkook always looks so excited that he gets to fuck you, and you can’t deny– it’s quite the ego boost. You inhale sharply as a gentle round of vibrations rolls through you, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Tilting up to read the screen, you rock your hips against the bed with a soft groan of appreciation.
“Thank you,” you have to squint to make sure you’re reading the name right, “BothOfYouTopMe420. Hear that one, babe?”
Jungkook has stepped out of frame to slip off his briefs and is now squeezing a healthy amount of lube into the palm of his hand. Your eyes drop heavy-lidded to watch the way he spreads it over his cock, knowing good and well the camera can’t see him: this part of the show is only for you. His tip is already starting to leak precum, and you bite down on your bottom lip at the sight as the toy continues to rumble inside you.
“Yeah, I think you’d look pretty good in a strap,” he says, loud enough that the stream will pick it up, and you laugh a little, not expecting that comment out of him.
“Maybe we can try that next time,” you tease. “Now will you please come fuck me?”
Stepping back into the shot, Jungkook kneels down on the corner of the bed, gently grabbing your legs and shifting you to the perfect angle for the camera. You’ve run the numbers on this– your content performs substantially better when his ass is in the frame. The people want what they want.
The toy has stopped buzzing for now, and you know exactly what everyone is waiting for. You’re a little jealous of the view they all have, that they get to watch Jungkook’s muscles flex as he braces himself on the mattress on either side of you, but you lose that thought entirely as he starts to push his length into you.
Nope, you correct yourself, you actually don’t give a shit about the view. Getting fucked by him is way better. They have every right to be jealous.
It’s definitely a stretch to take both him and the toy, but the lube does its job, and the three orgasms have certainly also helped get you relaxed and pliable. There’s barely any pain, you want him so bad.
“Feels so good, baby,” he groans, and you have to bite back the urge to tell him to buckle the fuck up.
The tip jar dings, and you brace for impact, but some kind soul clearly decided to go easy on you and give Jungkook a chance to get used to the lowest setting. You’re grateful for it, especially because you can already feel his cock twitching inside you, pressed tight between your walls and the toy.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, his hips starting to roll. “Do you like it, baby?” Translation: Is this still okay? It doesn’t hurt?
He’s too good to you. You nod your answer, lifting up to find his lips with yours as he starts to properly thrust. The two of you don’t do a lot of kissing when the cameras are off, and you always forget how nice it is, his lips so soft and warm. It’s good for the stream, you tell yourself, but your heart squeezes in your chest all the same.
When you hear the tip jar ding again, you know you won’t get lucky twice. You pull away from Jungkook with a smile, your muscles tightening in anticipation. “Get ready, baby.”
He talked a big game all morning about how he’d be able to take it, how good his stamina is, so you can barely hold your laugh in at the way his eyes roll back in his head when the highest setting kicks on. That’s what he gets for underestimating the bunnies.
“Oh my god–” Jungkook gasps, “oh my god.”
The feeling is insane even for you, and you quickly lose your ability to focus on him. You drop back against the bed, your back arching and your still-sensitive pussy shuddering at the intensity; you know the way you pulse around him only makes it that much harder for Jungkook to hang on.
“Fucking shit, baby,” he cries, rutting desperately into you, animalistic. “Yeah, so good, so fucking good, agh–”
The way he grinds against the toy pressed firmly into your g-spot is more than you can take, and you can only moan as you feel yet another wave of pleasure crest inside you.
“I’m coming, fuck,” you breathe, “I’m coming.”
Jungkook’s pace increases, ruthless now, as your walls squeeze tight around him and the vibrator, pushing the intense buzz so far into your core it makes your fucking teeth chatter. He doesn’t have the breath to say anything, but you can feel his cock pulsing inside you as his release hits, too, ropes of warm cum spilling out of him to fill up your already overfull cunt.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Jungkook finally manages to groan hoarsely as his head drops onto your shoulder. You can't believe he came that fast. As smug as he can be about it, his stamina is typically impressive.
You tip your head up when you feel something wet drip down your collarbone, wondering if he lost it so bad that he’s drooling on you. With one hand, you gingerly lift his chin up to look at you, only to realize a few tears are streaming down his face.
“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you say, momentarily forgetting your pet names. “Are you okay?”
He smiles shyly, clearly embarrassed, balancing on one arm so he can wipe his face with the other. “That was just really fucking intense. Fuck.” He turns to look at the camera, and you hide a giggle behind him because you know his fangirls are going to love this shit.
Jungkook drops his voice into the low end of his register, so fucking ridiculous that you have to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. “I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”
Once you've swallowed your laughter down, you release his shoulder to seek lazy kisses from him, smiling against his mouth, until you’re both a little more recovered. When he slips out of you, ducking out of frame once more to pull his briefs back on, you recenter yourself on the bed. Your walls continue to flutter tenderly as you move with the toy still inside you.
“Look at that pussy, so fucking messy,” Jungkook groans softly as you spread yourself wide for the camera again, his cum glistening as it leaks out of you onto the sheets. “How many rounds was that? Four?”
You trail a finger through your folds and bring it to your mouth, nodding at his question as you taste him on your tongue.
“God,” he laughs, “we’re about to break our own record. Think you can go for five, baby?”
Leaning back on your hands, you quirk an eyebrow at him, at the fact that he even has to ask. You’re a goddamn professional.
“Bring it on.”
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summary: in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to.
> fluff, suggestive, they’re so in love it hurts typa angst / wc: 2.4k
> warnings: jungkook is hard and tipsy and sleepy and needy for love and oc is ready to risk it all, making out, grinding, allusion to s/x
note: just a lil sumsum to indulge in the painful blues and sappiness i’ve been having lately <3 you can blame this one to my hormones <3 reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated :]
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you almost trip on your own feet, sputtering out a string of whispered, panicked curses as you stumble inside the dark apartment. jungkook’s beloved galaxy projector lamp illuminates the space you also call your own, and although you adore it as much as him, you wish he didn’t turn off the light by the door in favor of it.
“oh, jungkook.” you murmur softly, dropping your bag as a careless heap on the floor as you kneel beside his vessel in slumber on the couch. he fell asleep on his stomach, side of his face smushed against the outstretched arm he’s using as a pillow. you pry off the remote control from the confines of his left hand, turning off the television before setting it down on the center table.
the distinct scent of fabric softener permeates the air— unmistakably kindled by your boyfriend’s affinity for scented candles. the soothing crackles of the candle wick burning on the side table contests with jungkook’s snoring, and you can’t say this is the first time you’re listening to this unique harmony.
you tenderly caress his hair, moving down to his beautiful face, and the pad of your thumb brushes over the apple of his cheek. and as your watery eyes take its sweet time adoring his godly allure, you decide to worry about how you would bring him to bed later. he just looks so peaceful like this, and you do not have the heart to wake him up.
you plant a loving kiss on his forehead before you stand on your feet, picking up the bag you left on the floor, and you jolt in surprise when a hand seizes your wrist.
jungkook utters your name, hushed and slurred that you almost don’t recognize the word.
“is it you? you’re home?” he croaks out, blinking his eyes to adjust from pitch black to his current surroundings. “what time is it?”
“four in the morning,” you sit down beside his stomach, whispering to him quietly as if there was anybody else in the room you could possibly wake up. “i didn’t drink. at all. not even a drop. i lost in rock-paper-scissors and ended up being the designated driver. for the second time in a row! i’m cursed!”
he slowly stretches out his lethargic limbs as he shifts to lie down on his side, chuckling at the sound of your grouchy tone as you laid out the story before he could even ask how your night out went.
“my poor baby- would’ve helped you but i needed to be taken care of, too.”
“made it home safe, so it’s fine.” you smile as you give his cheek little pats, and he catches your hand in his to press kisses to your knuckles. “go back to sleep. i still need to go wash up.”
“my goodnight kiss.” he puckers up his lips in a doll-like pout, urgently demanding for affection before you can leave.
you lean down to grant his request, and he guides your face in his warm hands to connect his pillowy lips with yours. you instinctively hold on to his forearms so you won’t collapse on top of him, heart skipping multiple beats as you find yourself lost in the feeling of your lover relishing in the intimacy of having no distance between you. a second feels like a minute, a minute- an hour.
the kiss breaks, but he still keeps you close so that his nose lightly brushes against yours. “jelly? you smell like jelly… i like it.”
“now, you do, too.” you’re the one to completely pull away, wiping away the boysenberry gloss smeared on his silken lips using your thumb. its saccharine scent replaces the hint of beer that lingered around him. “go to bed, my love.”
“nuh-uh. i’m already too comfy here.” he protests weakly, curling up into fetal position and burying his face into the cushion of the couch.
“okay, okay. suit yourself.” you roll your eyes, grabbing the edge of the blanket pooled below his feet and draping it over him until it reaches his shoulder. his heart flutters at the thoughtful gesture, but when he turns his head to look at you, preparing to persuade you into sleeping with him there, you’re already out of sight.
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your melodic humming of ‘my funny valentine’ echoes in the bathroom, unable to shake it off after singing the song with your friends in the karaoke room. you waltz around as you return the products you used in the cabinet next to the mirror, and then you wipe the floor dry from the drops of water that fell when you stepped out of the shower booth.
when you deem yourself satisfied with the cleanliness of the bathroom post your bedtime routine, you conclude that it’s finally time to allow yourself much-needed rest. you were all over the place for the past twenty-four hours, and the promise of drifting off into unconsciousness with jungkook sounds like paradise.
you swing the door open and-
“oh my god!”
…your knees nearly give out, heart jumping out of your skin when you’re met by a ball of figure on the floor, enshrouded by your own dark shadow. but the bathroom light manages to shine over the little yellow star patterns on the navy blue blanket wrapped around the mystery person, and you just know.
you clutch at your aching chest with a sigh of relief, still breathless as you sputter out. “what are you doing here? i thought the sofa was comfy?”
jungkook lazily lifts up his head, most of his hair falling on his face but he couldn’t care any less because if you give him one poke he would definitely be sent straight to the dreamland among the clouds. his round doe eyes have turned into slits as he squints up at you, his lips forming a permanent pout.
“i was, but i don’t want to fall asleep without you again.” he scoffs out the complaint as he attempts to rub off the sleep from his eyes. “i need your love, please.”
you don’t think jungkook realizes— just how courageous it is to build camp infront of a door asking to be given love, holding his pounding heart in the palm of his hands, and trusting that you will accept it in yours to handle it with the gentlest of care.
he has come a long way from when he would bend himself backwords to make you happy and comfortable despite your constant reassurance. he wanted to retain your attention, to occupy your thoughts, to make a bigger space for him in your heart. he was afraid of appearing weak, too needy, not worth the trouble. and no matter what it took, he wanted you to never run out of reasons to stay. however, for the jungkook of today, control is an abandoned form of self-destruction and he can tell you in confidence that ‘here i am in all my glory. there are unfixable, fractured parts of me and i am laying them out on the floor for you to see- you can take me or leave me, but i know you’ll always choose the former’ and ‘i am stubborn and i do not give up’ and ‘i want to buy a house in the countryside with you’ and most of all ‘i need your love.’
often times you hear the question ‘how you can make a relationship last?’ being asked. beyond love, patience, and respect— you think… what makes a true love ‘true’ is faith. and out of all these feelings and capacities, to be honest, it might just be the most difficult one to surrender to another soul.
“babe, literally, you were already asleep down there.” you put a hand over your hip, giggling in amusement.
“no, i wasn’t!” he strongly denies. he reaches out to his side to show you the glass of scented candle you failed to notice until now. the melted wax sloshes around like waves crawling to and from the shore. “i was watching the candle to keep myself awake. like this-”
he demonstrates the earlier scenario with a small smile of mischief tugging at the corner of his lips. like an enamored moth, he draws closer to the candle that casts a subtle orange glow on his skin. the flickering flame forms a burning star in each of his wide eyes as it frantically dances to its own beat: making itself smaller, stretching taller, and swaying back and forth.
time stands still. he looks absolutely breathtaking, too good to be true, like an angel that only appears in dreams. you’re almost sure that this life is a hoax and he’s come to take you away. the crackling of the candle gradually lulls you to sleep, and when you wake up, he will be a distant memory.
but then he playfully grins at you and he crosses his legs to switch positions— the weight of his calf almost crushing your toes reminds you that he’s tangible. you chuckle, heart swelling in ten sizes because you can never imagine yourself getting sick of his simultaneously endearing and humorous antics.
“okay, babe. sorry for making you wait.” you coo, fingers carding through his messy hair to gather it on the back of his head and form a ponytail in your fist, a little paranoid that a strand would dip in the candle and burn. still, his bangs escape and cascade down like waterfalls. “let’s go to bed and you can have all the love you need.”
“about damn time.” he enunciates the curse word, instantly springing on his feet, and the sudden movements blows out the treasured candle he’s been carrying around. his expression drops. “oh shit- it fainted-”
“it just fell asleep, don’t worry.” you support his silly joke. “wait- i forgot to close the door of the shower.” you huff in annoyance, catching a glimpse of it when you peeked in to flip off the lightswitch.
jungkook, on the other hand, sneakily speedruns to return the blanket on the couch and the candle beside its many other siblings. they have turned into an organized mess of a collection on the small corner of the living room, along with three of those long stick of lighters and assorted remote controls of your appliances.
the second after you shut the door behind you, your boyfriend is already enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck to drown yourself in the comfort of his embrace, and before you know it, the fuzzy slippers spill from your feet as his strong arms sweep them off the floor. your legs automatically encircle his waist as he walks to your dimly-lit bedroom.
“i swear i’m stealing you from your friends for the rest of the week.” he says in a raspy voice before pressing a kiss to your temple. “have i told you that i missed you?”
“hmmm-” you tilt up your chin to look at his face, scrunching your nose as you pretend to be in deep thought. “not yet. i don’t think so.”
“i missed you.”
“then i’ll meet you in your dreams.” you smile sweetly, poking his supple cheek as he kneels on the bed and gently lies you down on the mattress. he settles down beside you, using your arm as a pillow. a squeak escapes your mouth when he squeezes you closer to his body, breathing out a sigh of sheer contentment because he is cuddling with you at last.
“goodnight, baby. i’ll dream of you.”
listen, you know, you’re drained. your ankles are soulless ghosts and your eyes are drooping heavily. but you can feel his hard-on poking your bare thigh, only separated by his sweatpants, and you can’t fucking brush it off because it’s also waking up something very carnal in you. you harshly chew on your bottom lip before you muster up a voice.
“want me to take care of you, baby boy?”
jungkook’s eyelids flutter open, and he raises an eyebrow sternly at your offer. “you’re tired. and you need to wake up in a few hours for work.”
“you’re more important to me than work.” you throw caution to the wind, tucking his hair behind his ear to pepper featherlight kisses all over his face. “besides, i did say that i’ll give you all the love you need, didn’t i?”
the tenderness of your ministrations makes him fold, swallowing thickly as he mutters. “oh, fuck it.”
you gasp as he easily manhandles your body on top him, capturing your lips for a searing kiss as he grinds his hips against yours in a slow, coaxing rhythm. you shudder under his touch— his desperate hands slip under your shirt to caress your waist, tracing your curves as if he’s mapping out your figure, and your fingers tightly curl around the fabric of his sleeves to cling to your remaining shred of strength and sanity.
“i love you- hmmph-”
he doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence. with a filthy moan, he swallows your words to satiate his thirst, sliding his tongue in your mouth to taste more of peppermint and honey and bliss. he smiles into the kiss when you vibrate with a sulky whine, pushing you far enough to see your face. he plants an apologetic peck on your lips, pulling up your t-shirt to reveal the expanse of your skin to the cold air, but he quickly remedies it as he strokes your lower back with his smooth palm.
“i love you more.”
his lips part, a glossy dark shade of pink, and his bunny teeth tug at the silver ring adorning the corner of his mouth as he gloss over your facial features. the sun is about to rise in the east, and it is another day of existing in this beautiful and wretched world with you.
“i’m so fucking lucky to have you, you know that?”
you break free from his hold to properly straddle his small waist, and it’s almost embarrassing how he’s too eager, putting his tattooed arm beneath his head to get a better view of bewitching temptation in its finest. his free hand, shaky with desire and anticipation, finds your bare thighs to caress.
“i know.” your cocky grin turns him on even more, testing the blurry limits of his compromised self-control. his lovedrunk eyes drink you in as you begin stripping off your black t-shirt, which he then recognizes to be his. “but remind me again after i rock your world, will you?”
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Suga's How-To Guide | Masterlist | myg (m)
→ Summary: Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes.
→ Pairing: camboy!Yoongi x f. reader
→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
→ Teaser warnings: mentions of oral sex, mentions of a break up, Yoongi is a sex worker, mentions of cam work, explicit language
→ Type: Drabble Series
→ Genre: friends to lovers, pwp
→ Main Masterlist: here
→ faq | taglist request
→ Part of Hali's Happy Agust writing event
CHAPTERS:
Tr(eat) Them Right
↪ Min Yoongi gives you an appealing proposition: You've never cum from oral, he happens to have a how-to series featuring it. It's an offer you can't refuse - right?
Buzzed
↪ When Yoongi asks you for another oral feature - this time with a newly added element - who are you to say no?
Mouthful
↪ Getting over your fear of your face being on camera is easy when you have a mouthful of Min Yoongi
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fuck, here we go once again!
reader's determination into making yoongi forget he was even live is so.. ugh. we love some bold ass mf and I love how teasing she was towards the end that yoongi had to put a warning 😩
just how all of this was described, feels and IS so exquisite! got me gripping the bed fr!! yoongi's reactions too... almost went crazy when he layed down back in bed 🤤 - it's funny howㅡwhen reading the warningsㅡI internally screamed, "yes!! we finally sucking dick!!!" JDBSKDBKADBSI that's how invested I am into this hali.... please never let me out of this yoongi dream. I love this. my heart completely jumped when he said "I like having you around." please...
Suga's How-To Guide | Mouthful | myg (m)
→ Summary: Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes.
→ Pairing: camboy!Yoongi x f. reader
→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
→ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (m. receiving) spit play, hand jobs, playing with Min Yoongi's perfecr bawls, voyeurism, sexual on acts in front of a live audience (on camera), sex work
→ Word Count: 941
→ Type: Drabble Series
→ Genre: friends to lovers, pwp
→ Main Masterlist: here
→ Series Masterlist: here
→ faq | taglist request
→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event
A/N: I don't know, I just wanted some sloppy toppy and this series is supposed to be more drabble-style like this anyway. Enjoy :)
beta’d by the love of my life @here2bbtstrash who I keep forgetting to tag like a very bad friend ily M
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“Fuck just like that,” Yoongi groans, head tilting back. His throat is flush, chest rising and falling unsteadily like the rapid beating of your heart. “God dammit, I don’t need to teach you shit.”
Yoongi doesn’t. Sucking cock is something you know you’re good at. You’ve done it enough times and you enjoy the way it makes your partners fall apart. You enjoy the way it makes them stutter, the way their words slow together and you can feel their muscles jump, body reacting before their mind can.
And Yoongi is beautiful to watch.
Drool slicks out of your mouth, making the glide down his thick cock easier. Your tongue runs along the underside of his cock as your mouth slides down his considerable length again, watching him through your lashes as he bites his bottom lip.
What you can’t fit in your mouth, you pump slowly with your right hand, adding a gentle twisting motion when your lips near your fist. It’s wet and messy, tears trickling down your cheeks when you take him deep into the back of your throat, his tip brushing against your soft palate.
Yoongi is a vision. Lips bitten and turned a shade of strawberry, hair pressed against his sweaty brow. There are marks on his neck, blooming like hyacinths from your greedy mouth.
Even now, your left-hand digs marks into the meat of Yoongi’s thigh, his muscle flexing as one of his hands grips the back of your head. His fingers apply pressure to your scalp, but he doesn’t force you down on him more. His fingers are needy, begging, desperate. He doesn’t fuck up into your mouth, but you can tell he wants to.
But that’s not what today’s session is. Today’s session is about how to suck cock, and Yoongi provides a stream of conscious, mumbled commentary when he can remember that he has viewers.
You’re determined to make him forget.
Yoongi has lost himself in the heat of your mouth again. You moan around him, popping him out of your mouth to kitten lick the tip of his cock. And fuck – his cock is perfect like the rest of him. Even as he slowly pulled the zipper down at the beginning of the stream, you knew.
The fact that your face is now on camera as much as Yoongi’s is doesn’t cross your mind. Not when he lets out a whine as your tongue licks his slit. Not as you gather the spit in your mouth, letting it drip on the head, Yoongi’s cock glossy and red and swollen.
“Fuck, where do you want me to cum?” it comes out breathless. Yoongi’s breath is heaving, the hand propping him up tangled in the sheet of his bed. His thighs are quaking and his eyes are squeezed shut, long lashes stark against his cheeks. “Gonna cum soon.”
You suckle on the tip, humming contentedly. “My mouth,” you murmur after letting go of the tip with a lewd pop. “I can swallow.”
“God dammit,” he chuckles. His voice is raspy and deep. “Always- shiiiiit – always ask your partner where they prefer you – fuck – to cum.”
Yoongi keeps losing his train of thought, barely able to get the sentence out to inform his viewers. You don’t care about them. You care about the way his dusky nipples are pebbled and the way his hips squirm on the bed as he fights off shivers driven by your hungry mouth.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he sighs, held tilted to the ceiling. For a moment, it looks like he’s praying, a warm glow from the ring light behind you making him glow at the edges. “Feels so good.”
Something akin to pride surges through you as you lick down his shaft, ducking down to give a teasing lick at his balls. Yoongi lets out a high-pitched sound. You look up at him, pausing and watching him as his eyes blink open to look down at you. He can barely keep them open, drowsy with pleasure.
“Oh?” you ask. A smile teases your lips and you give a gentle suck again before lifting to look up at him. “Yeah?”
“Baby.”
It’s a warning, but there’s a soft curve to his lips. Stroking his cock slowly, you dip back down, eyes fixed on his charcoal gaze as you gently run your tongue over the soft skin again, watching the way he can’t keep his eyes open.
You experiment, tongue inquisitive and seeing what other noises you can draw out of him. Yoongi collapses backward, laying down entirely on the bed. You remove your mouth and nip his thigh, teeth leaving pink crescents in his skin.
“I want to see you.”
“Fuck. You like watching me lose it?”
You lick the teeth marks on his thigh, hand pausing on his shaft and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Yes.”
His laugh is deep and scratchy. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi shuffles and props himself up by the elbows. His hair is sticking up everywhere, and his eyes are glassy, his round cheeks rosy. He looks so beautiful that for a moment, you’re not on your knees with a pillow under you, and there are not thousands of people watching you suck him off on camera.
Yoongi smiles at you, all gums and soft, crinkling eyes. “You’re pretty,” he murmurs. Heat crawls up your neck as you grunt, hiding your face by pulling his cock back into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck. I like having you around.”
You hum, satisfied. And when he does cum, he does it with a shout and going boneless as you grin around a mouthful of him.
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this was.... the cutest thing ever? catch me dreaming about this jungkook tonight because I'm on my period and yes, I'm sensitive and I want a soft boyfriend like him now😭 this was so cute, kelly💗
Hold My Hand
Pairing: Jungkook x reader (gender neutral bc yay)
Genre: just some comforting fluffy fluff
Warnings: Honestly the only thing is a little touch on weight insecurities and body image issues.
Wordcount: 1,063
A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written in almost 13 years. Please be gentle with me. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for stupid perfect Jungkook doing that damn vlog and basically confirming he is this type of boyfriend. Also @taegularities daring me to write it and while I’m sure she was kidding or it wasn’t a real dare, I don’t often back down. Thank you to the beautiful human that is @gimmethatagustd for reading it and helping me. Ily. and @chryblossomjjk for being a genuine supportive sweetheart. 💜
There are many things to love about Jungkook. Yes, he’s gorgeous beyond belief. The cutest smile, the nose that scrunches up in response to the cutest smile, the biggest eyes full of light and love, and the perfect freckle under his lip that you love to kiss just to annoy him. Physically, he’s a gift from the gods. And you can get lost for hours tracing his right arm colored in tattoos. Everything about him is perfect. Personality wise is the same story. He is so genuine and kind. He works hard for the things and people that he loves. And he loves with his entire soul and would bring the moon down for you if you just asked.
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As if my delulu brain wasn't deluluing enough with vampire jungkook, you do this.. hiatus? MY ASS!!! (jkjk)
not me letting a tiny scream at the end because of her saying "always and forever" and my mind inmediately thinking about The Vampires Diaries😩😩😩 but hey!! I want to think that I am -not- crazy and that this was a reference to it dkshskdbshdbsj (It's fine if it's not,, but let me dream!!) - I loved this so much. It made me think about many things so,, thank you for doing this lati (!!) despite being on a hiatus 😩👍 you're a real one
HOLD ME TIGHT | jjk
-> pairing vampire!jk x human!reader
-> genre supernatural au, pwp
-> summary you've pleaded for as long as you remember and jungkook finally gives in.
-> word count 1.4k
-> warnings swearing, oral (m. receiving), mentions of blood, vampire bite, biting kink (sorta), switch!reader, switch!jk, open ending (?)
-> author's note um... so i was supposed to be on a clear hiatus from writing but this motherfucker decided to post a teaser and wreck us all. so this is for dedicated to everyone who is delulu for some vampire!koo. @yoongukie-ff this is especially dedicated to you my love <3 i should say... this is my first time writing anything that is supernatural so bare with me. i'm pretty new at this. or else i hope you enjoy! <3333
‘’Please?’’ Jungkook’s red eyes slowly close as he exhales, standing now further away from you. You both know the consequences from him biting into you. But you desperately want it. Feel the pain from his fangs sinking deep into your neck, as you clutch yourself tight onto him, hearing him moan in pleasure of tasting you.
‘’You know what will happen if I do.’’
‘’I do.’’ You move closer again, tracing your fingers onto his white collar as his mouth opens slightly, giving you a glimpse of what awaits you. At this point you’ll do anything for him to just bite you.
‘’I’ll do anything, Jeon.’’ Jungkook lowly grunts as the nickname slips from your lips, restraining himself from you. Your touch, your scent and mostly the soft skin that is extremely tempting for his eyes.
You have no idea how much you actually affect him. He’s been punishing himself behind closed doors from the ungodly thoughts of you. How you’d sound as he fucks you or how badly you choke with your mouth filled with his cock as he grips your hair, guiding himself as you take him so well.
‘’Jungkook.’’ Your breath fans across his cheek, as he leans in closer to inhale your sweet scent, that has reached closer to him. It almost makes him dizzy and needy. Needy to the point he’ll do it with no warning, which you’d gladly accept although—
‘’Anything?’’ You blink in surprise, a smirk pulling itself forward as he doesn’t move an inch from your close presence.
‘’Anything.’’ You confirm, Jungkook’s eyes grow a darker color of red before he roughly kisses you. You whimper against his mouth, your tongue poking the fangs as you let your tongues glide against each other in hunger and need.
You’ve always wanted to kiss Jungkook, feel him in other ways but he’d never let you. Always warned you from him and what he was capable of, in this case, turning you.
But now, he’s done holding himself back. You’ve pleaded for too long and the wait was finally over. He’ll give you what you want, if you’re being good to him.
Jungkook loosens his grip on your form, retrieving to lock eyes with you.
He traces his thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the softness and his cock throbs as he pictures them wrapped around it.
‘’Fuck, I love your lips.’’ You’re extremely turned on after the grasp Jungkook had around you, wanting to do more than just have him bite you. You want to feel him, every part of him before he turns you.
His thumb feels cold against your lips but you want to give him a taste of something different. So you do, wrapping your lips over his thumb, covering it. You hadn’t expected for Jungkook to gasp from the contact but he does, so softly yet with want.
‘’I need you.’’ He’s honest, letting himself go in hopes of you reciprocating his need and giving yourself to him.
You let go of this thumb, dropping down on both knees slowly as he watches you. He’s not stopping you, so you continue. Tracing your palms against his leather jeans that fit so tightly, showcasing his firm thighs beneath it. He’s so fucking attractive that it’s wrecking your insides fully.
You feel this is a dream. You, on your knees for him as he awaits your mouth on his cock with pleading eyes and mouth parted in anticipation. You don’t exactly know how long you’ve been imagining such a scenario but Jungkook has always been on your mind. You’ve always wanted him and what he hides beneath all of his clothes.
With enough strength from you, you pull his pants and briefs, his cock springing itself free. He’s so fucking hard, your hand coming up to stroke him gently. Your palm doesn’t mind the cold but rather enjoys the softness he’s carrying.
‘’Ah fuck.’’ You’ve barely touched him and he’s already grunting from your hand wrapped around it.
You pick up the pace, moving closer so your mouth can reach his tip, glistening with pre-cum. It amazes you how worked up he’s gotten over you.
‘’Be good, don’t tease.’’ It’s a warning telling you if you aren’t good you won’t get bitten. So you avoid teasing him for longer, wrapping your lips and closing the awaiting contact between you. The taste of the pre-cum sets itself on your tongue as you swirl it around, lapping it up with no mercy.
Your hand keeps itself wrapped, your lips following soon after, taking more of him as you bop your head back and forth slowly to get used to his size.
You barely notice the cold from Jungkook’s part, continuing your ministrations on him like this will be your only chance of having him like this.
The first moan Jungkook slips is unforgettable, sounding so angelic despite him being dangerous. Looking up, his eyes are hardly visible except for his mouth that’s hung open in pleasure, grunts escaping them almost as if it’s an encouragement for you to keep going.
You’d love to have Jungkook like this again, fucked out of it because of your mouth and letting himself be controlled by you.
You can feel yourself getting wet by the thought, moaning against Jungkook’s soft skin as your mouth has fully covered his cock.
‘’Fuck—’’ Jungkook bites his lip, the fangs poking at his bottom lip. The sight itself is something you’ll find yourself thinking back to whenever you can. The situation is filthy itself, both of you next to his wooden desk in his office.
Jungkook catches you off guard when his hand pulls your hair tight, re-gaining the control he suddenly lost, too captivated by the warmth from you.
He guides your head, adding a bit of strength as you soon follow his want. You don’t care that you choke on his cock repeatedly as he fucks your mouth with no restraint. You don’t care because you want to be good, you want to earn. You want to earn the bite he’ll give you. It’s almost like a reward, a reward for you being patient, warm and soft.
Tears are forming around the corner of your eyes, your mouth stuffed fully with Jungkook’s cock as he keeps letting his tip hit the back of your throat.
It’s not until you feel a slight twitch and Jungkook’s panting changes pace, that you know he’s close.
‘’You’re so warm— mmm, so willing.’’ Jungkook grunts deeply, his hold tightening against your scalp as he comes undone, awarding you with his cum — for now.
You don’t move after you swallow, the salty aftertaste becoming more prominent with time. Jungkook finally opens his eyes, the darker red still visible and his fangs more sharp than earlier.
‘’Come here.’’ He grabs you by the nape of the neck, so you face him again, his breath fanning over your mouth. He lets his breath become swallowed, tasting your lips once again. You’re so delicate when you kiss, yet the opposite when you’re sucking him off.
He would love to keep kissing you, but he needs to keep his promise.
‘’I’m ready.’’ You whisper against his lips that are plumb and rosy red after being kissed and used by your own. He looks flushed, his skin cold although he’s vibrating a certain warmth towards you.
“You’re so soft, so delicate.” His fingers trace towards the area he’ll bite and goosebumps arise from the cold touch of his fingertips against your neck. He’s dragging it out, you think to yourself and he seems to enjoy seeing you plead so much you’re willing to give him another round if he’s to ask.
With an instant movement, Jungkook’s fangs dig into your neck, the pain unbearable as you lightly scream. Fuck, it hurts. Badly.
He keeps them there, continuously sucking the blood that becomes apparent with time. Fuck you taste so sweet, just as he had expected. He would’ve tasted you for eternity. If that were possible. He moans against your neck as you clutch yourself to his built arms and shoulders.
The pain soothes out, becoming more pleasurable and you feel yourself grow lustful. Your fingers run through his hair as you begin to moan in satisfaction over the bite.
“This— this feels amazing.” You’re breathless, fingers now digging into his scalp as the pressure increases from Jungkook’s fangs.
You don’t notice how it’s already over, your mind fogged and clouded with every emotion possible. You’re not weak, you feel… powerful.
“I could taste you for hours.” Jungkook’s lips are covered in your blood, eyes fully red as he pants.
You feel Jungkook’s skin burn against your fingers suddenly, his cheeks turning red and he simply… smiles at you.
“I’m yours. Always and forever.” Jungkook re-attaches his lips to your neck, sucking off the rest of your blood soothingly.
“You’re mine.” He mumbles against your skin.
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the little karaoke live reference pleaseeee that was soooooo cute 😭 I absolutely loved this sosoosooso much♡♡♡♡
only love
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: over 5 months of domestic bliss with your best friend turned roommate turned lover gets you thinking, alot. alternative? a fluffy, domestic morning with koo 🥰
genre: bestfriendstolovers!au, fluff
wc: around 1k
warnings: they're so sappy god, lots of kisses and soft stuff, sliiiiight mention of suggestive stuff
a/n: inspired by only and honeymoon fades !! this was very indulgent, i kept going on and I didn't know how to stop 🤧 I also took a prompt from my prompt list cause it fits well ^^ happie reading !! maybe listen to ♡ while reading?
gentle fingertips tracing your soft skin wakes you from your sleep, heavy eyelids forcing themselves open and greeted by stripes of white light, courtesy of the cream linen curtains hanging on your window.
"good morning, my love," a sleep-ridden voice beside you prompts you to turn to the source, met by messy haired yet still adorable jungkook, sleepy smile gracing his lips when your eyes meet. you nudge your nose with his, not trusting your voice at the moment. he pulls you closer, head resting on your blanket covered chest and yawning, mumbling about seeing blueberry waffles and vanilla milkshakes in his dream, deeming it as breakfast for the day.
you never knew letting your best friend move in with you while he was on the lookout for a new apartment would turn into something so wonderful. he always knew the passcode to your place, sometimes finding him passed out on your couch, tv running as background noise, curled up in his favourite blanket. it was like he lived there, except for the fact that he didn't. you're the best roommate he's had, he confesses one lazy afternoon, ice lollies in hand while you flip through your book. you let him do chores at his own pace and let him put the aircon on whenever he wants, the customary humidifier in random corners of your house.
"and then he says that she fell down the stairs! nothing about him hitting her no, he's literally gaslighting her and it's so infuriating, i wish i could punch him, koo, it's so annoying," you huff, explaining the latest book you've been reading to him.
jungkook looks up from his place on your chest, wide eyes in disbelief and chin propped up, "that asshole, i knew ryle was no good from the beginning, like, who begs someone to fuck them???" you nod furiously, leading you to another rant about how he was a walking red flag, not realising how jungkook was sporting the fondest and most content smile on his face.
you've learnt more about jungkook while living with him for more than 5 months now. he likes milk in the mornings and loves spicy ramen at the dead of night. he took it upon himself to play every game in play store with you, often ending with your limbs tangled while you fret over yet another impossible puzzle on your ipad. he's everything you've ever wanted in a roommate, the perfect balance of fun and seriousness throwing you off sometimes.
you didn't know when you would spill your feelings out to him, heart locked up with chains after miserable experiences. maybe it was the liquid courage, maybe it was jungkook being fed up of keeping his feelings bottled up inside. one soju shot after another, you're both nose to nose, forehead to forehead, deep in a game of who knows what.
"the person who takes the next shot will have to say something about the other," jungkook says randomly, heavy alcohol breaths not fazing the both of you. you flick open the next bottle, the cap rattling drowned out by the sound of you chugging at rapid speeds. alarmed, jungkook snatches the bottle from you, only to freeze at your next words.
"i'm in love with you, koo."
the bottle almost slips from his tattooed fingers but you catch it in him, despite your tipsy daze on him. "say something," you plead, eyes boring into his suddenly rigid face.
"how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"
not mad, it turns out. you're on him in a second, frantic lips trying to convey a million emotions. pulling apart with slightly heaving chests, you cup his face, rubbing the rosy apples of his cheeks. he holds your wrists, pressing another kiss on your lips. and another, followed by a tiny giggle. he decides he wants to hear it again, peppering smooches all over your face till you're flat on the ground, laughing at goodness knows what.
"hello? do you not want whipped cream on your waffles then??" a large hand waves infront of you, breaking out of your indulgent reverie. "i want," you say and nod your head, yeah definitely, whipped cream and blueberries? perfect combination.
"what were you thinking about, love?" jungkook asks curiously, wondering what's got you zoning out, small smile dancing on your lips. "you, of course" saying it likes it's the most obvious thing in the world. pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead, you wear his t-shirt and hop off the bed, saying you'd get a headstart on breakfast. you leave him all red-eared and giggly on your bed and he hopes he's the only one on your mind who's got you all soft and giddy.
you carefully press the waffle batter and close it shut and go through your fridge for whipped cream. "koo, i can't find the can again-oh there it is," you end sheepishly when a long hand takes the can from the side of the fridge and you're met with a shirtless jungkook, small smirk playing on his face.
"you know," he starts, closing the fridge and pulling you close with a tattooed arm around your waist, "i'm starting to think you keep me around so your apartment doesn't go upside down," you scoff playfully, aware of his neat habits, "that's exactly why I keep you, darling" you say coolly, as if you don't love him with your whole heart and he didn't rock your world last night.
you set the now ready waffles on a plate, jungkook joining in on the fun and making it seem like a cake, a layer of blueberries and whipped cream between each waffle. almost half of it is gone by the time the second batch of waffles is done and jungkook groans in delight, "you made more?! I knew I loved you for a reason," he says proudly, a loud "mwah!" on your lips and he's onto making the next stack happily, feeding you and filling you in on your friends' latest shenanigans.
you suddenly find yourself hoping and praying you both never change, staying the way you are, loving each other so hard it makes you weak at the knees and wishing you'd feel that for the rest of your life. you follow his sparkly doe eyes and animated expressions, completely enamored with him and his ways. you hope you both can love through the pain and whatever is thrown your way.
"and when I told them about how i wasn't going to move in with them and stay with you, they were actually shocked?? but forget them, we didn't see us coming."
you nod in agreement, regretting the times you were oblivious to his affections. you really should've known when he wears his heart proudly on his sleeve. you smile and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, getting up so you could get the dishes done with but you're beaten to it. jungkook forcefully sits you down and says he's doing them this time and that he'll do you later, which cracks him up and gets you scrunching your nose in amusement, his childishness peeking through.
"you see that? see the technique? the snap of my wrist? only an expert could do this baby," he says proudly, stacking the dishes neatly. he wipes his hands quickly and he's next to you in a second, hand behind your neck pulling you in for a sweet kiss. you sigh happily into the kiss, arms resting on his shoulders. he places several pecks on your lips, eliciting his favourite sound, your laugh. he places you on the counter effortlessly, doe eyes peering into yours. the comfortable silence envelopes you both in a bubble, foreheads and noses touching.
"i love you," jungkook says firmly yet softly, lips moulding with yours. he trails them down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, placing a loving kiss and resting his forehead there. you press a gentle smooch to his forehead, the beginnings of a lovestruck smile dawning on your face.
"and i love you, koo" you say happily, now holding his face gently in your hands. you kiss him like it's the last time you're going to see him, pulling away just so you could gaze at his handsome face. he carries you in his arms and settles on the couch, making sure you're both as close as it can get. jungkook's already pulling up your favourite drama on tv, knowing it would be forgotten later.
The fuzzy feeling brought by the tranquil atmosphere makes you both sleepy, so you manoeuvre yourselves till you're lying together. smiley, sleepy eyes slowly close and you're both off to dreamland, wrapped in love.
pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun
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lil barista koo, this was so pretty :(
i think pretty thoughts when i'm with you - jungkook x reader ♡
jungkook, in all ways, is a hopeless romantic and he has accepted it. he likes to think the bells ringing when you walked into the cafe that morning was because the universe was telling that you're the one, not because of the standard bell attached to the door. the faint tinkling paired with your sweet smile and kind eyes, he likes to think it's love at first sight.
you frequented the cafe more after extra whipped cream was added to your frappe, also because of the cute, doe eyed barista with colorful tattoos lining up his arm. he seemed and looked and felt like a dream and you like to think he's the reason you're beginning to like life a little more now.
it took time to where you both are right now but jungkook couldn't be more happier. despite having the same mutual friends and going to the same university and sharing the same psych class, your introverted selves could never bring each other to mumble out a hi, comfortable with where you are and who you were with. but when jungkook realised he was being played with yet again, he swore off romance, burying himself deep in ballads for the heartbroken. he likes to think that he went through hell and heaven to be with you, from you visiting his part-time job to accompanying him to a pub, purely to help with the heartbreak but it ended up with grey cloudy skies turned into cotton candy clouds decorating purple and pink skies.
you were furious at the cafe below your apartment for closing down without any warning, your morning already in a tipsy. you were furiously typing away your rage to taehyung, when he oh-so-casually mentioned that jungkook worked at a cafe not very far from your place, adding a "he's single ;)" at the end. you like to think you're suddenly walking faster at the thought of coffee but you know, deep down, it's because of a certain handsome barista.
jungkook's currently having his cheeks squished in gratitude, bunny smile poking out. he tried his hand at the viral garlic bread going around tiktok and instagram, which came out surprisingly well. he made it having you on his mind, knowing you'd like anything he made. you finished atleast 5 slices in record time, compliments pouring out and satisfied sounds leaving your soft lips. he stops the squishing session to leave a gratifying kiss on your lips, long fingers now intertwined with yours. he likes to blame time for not helping him see the clues placed so subtly around. he likes to blame time for making him go through his worst times and then letting him heal perfectly, all with you by his side.
you smile into the intimate kiss, pulling apart to pepper his face with more kisses, grateful for his presence at the end of an exhausting day. not wanting or bothering to go into details, you wanted to crash and dream a dream of your boyfriend and your doberman, happily playing around in a field. it seemed like there was a change of plans when you stepped into the threshold of your beloved's apartment, the smell of garlic and sundried tomatoes on toast wafts it's way to you and following it's tantalizing smell, you find said lover precariously placing the bread on a plate, making it seems delectable and delicious for you. munching away on the goodies with him and catching up with woo youngwoo, you like to think that it was so, so pretty that all along, in some wonderful and intricate way, you both were meant to be.
pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun
reqs are open~!
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noooooo this was so sweet :(( ♡
PEACE | jjk
⇢ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
⇢ genre: fluff, established relationship
⇢ summary: jungkook kind of loves u a lot. that’s it.
⇢ word count: approx. 300
⇢ warnings: absolutely none it’s just a fluffy lil thing i wrote bc i was sleepy and bored <3
⇢ a/n: i don’t know where this came from but here u can have it. kind of inspired by peace (taylor swift) but also not really but it fits so
serenity was what you'd brought to jungkook's life. the moment he'd met you, you with your gentle smile and coruscating eyes and warm hands, he'd known you were unlike any other person he'd met before. there was something airy about you — being with you, talking with you, it was refreshing. invigorating. like breathing in crisp air after days of choking on dust. your very presence seemed to bring calm to him.
when he was with you, he felt like he could breathe.
it was typical, the way he fell for you. a tale that has been told over and over by many people, many times. boy meets girl. they fall in love. they live happily ever after. just switch the names.
jungkook had heard the store many times, believed vaguely in soulmates and true love, but the ideas had never truly taken shape. until you. suddenly, your name spelled love. your smile was the eight wonder of the world. your laugh was better than all the love songs he'd ever heard.
it was so easy to fall in love with you.
it was natural. it came to him as easily as breathing. there was never the suddenness of abrupt realisation. there was never a melodramatic, rain-spattered confession. but neither did it creep up on him. rather, the feeling wrapped him up, warm and snug, like a blanket. it was looking at you swaying to music in the kitchen. it was the way you'd smile into a kiss like you were so happy that your lips could meet. it was the way you insisted on kissing his forehead every night. it was looking at you, every time he saw you, and knowing, instinctively, that this will be love. that it is well on its way to becoming love already. until one day, with complete surety, he felt it was. the journey towards it was over, and he loved.
you were jungkook's peace.
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noooooooo why does it have such ending 😭😭
°•°LTS #06: We Do Take Walk Ins
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "You've had a lot of work, so when you come home on a Friday you know exactly what you want to do. Except maybe, just maybe, you walk in on a pre-planned scene..."
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dom!Jungkook x Switch!Reader x Sub!Jimin
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dom/Sub dinamics, edging, threesome, unprotected sex, teasing, lovey dovey stuff, petnames.
→→→∙:♛:∙←←←
You are done, fucking done with this. You're on a new level of stressed with work, everyone needs something and you don't have enough time or energy and this all has been really difficult on you, thank god friday's here, you believe one more shift like this and you would die or something.
Your boyfriend has been kind, telling you you are absolutely allowed to take breaks and that he understands if you need some days off but everytime you started to consider that possibility something urgent comes up and you realize if you leave your job unattended everything will fall into chaos and you decide to continue, being just a little more stressed everytime
[...]
"I really think this would be worth trying, she's becoming a nervous wreck lately every morning, and by night she's completely exhausted and doesn't even sleep well, I'm telling you, this'll be the exciting event that she needs, after it she will be able to let go of the stress"
Jimin made an uncomfortable expression, the idea was hot, sure, but your emotional wellbeing could just maybe be compromised
"Are you sure? I mean, walking on a pre planned scene and then joining in is pretty.... Heavy, I don't know if that would be positive for her, but you do know her better than I do of course, and she's your girlfriend" He said sincerely.
"She has asked for something like it a crazy number of times, you are someone she trusts and likes, and I'm there to establish and ground that safe feeling. She loves sex, I know she will be happy... If you do not feel comfortable-"
"No, no, I do, you know I have no problem with it... If you think it's a good idea then let's do it. I'll go get ready before anything"
It was a good hour and a half, maybe even two before you arrived, but Jimin does take very seriously his appearance when he's with both of you, especially during a session.
Finally done for the day, you turn your computer off and head home, guessing you will be just with Jimin since your boyfriend had an importante meeting outside of the company and he would probably be home later.
You open the door to find everything in complete darkness, maybe the younger had left for a run and to stretch a little bit. You turn on the light of the living room, as usual everything looks tidy, you take off your shoes, planning to go to your room and take a nice hot shower to relax and then sleep. You're walking on autopilot until a very particular sound catches your attention.
Maybe it's your imagination, but then it comes again... It's a moan, and you're pretty sure it belongs to your sub. It infuriates you immediately, one of your most important rules is for him to not touch himself without permission, and you aren't on the mood, not today of all days.
You barge in through the door and the scene freezes you in your place, Jimin's there of course, it's just he is kneeling on the floor while riding a dildo... On command, a command your boyfriend gave him. Jungkook is sitting in front of him, legs crossed and leash in hand, smiling now he sees you.
"C-can I please keep going?" The younger whimpers, Jungkook immediately shakes his head. "Of course not, the deal was you were allowed to play while your mistress arrived, and now she's here... Come here love"
This is a dream, it has to be, there is no way they were actually just doing that, not them... Of course you'll believe it from Jimin, but Jungkook? He had always been so adamant about doing anything with Jimin after their first kiss, and you totally respected it, how did that suddenly change?
"Don't be shy dearest, neither of us will bite you, come on" Well, sweet dreams are made of this. You walk up to him, still insecure about the whole ordeal. Jungkook takes your hand and guides you to sit on his lap. He's smiling so sweetly, like he wasn't making Jimin fuck himself a minute ago.
You receive a sweet kiss on your nose, while he caresses your cheek. Soon enough his hands are wandering and taking off your clothes while keeping you as close as possible, it's so good, it feels comforting having his warm hands all over your body and his lips leading your feelings, more intimate, wasn't it for the quiet whines behind you you would believe it's only you and him on the whole world.
Jungkook is getting hard, so you start grinding your hips down on him, both of you gasping at the enjoyable feeling, how long had it been since the last time? It's better to not reflect on it, not when you can fix it. You take your hand down, getting his clothing out of the way, sliding it until it's in the middle of his thighs, and then slowly push down your hips... You love thesigh of pleasure he lets out.
His hands place themselves on your hips, helping you move to a rythm you love, everything is ideal and just what you needed to get rid of the stress of such a long day. This keeps going for some minutes, although not enough for you to reach your climax of get close to it. Suddenly he's raising your hips and you immediately squeal "Shh shh shh, good girl, it's okay"
You don't understand, not until he turns you around and helps you lower your hips again, except he doesn't move. His hands place themselves on your thighs to spread them, and your efforts to move are in vain.
Jimin slowly gets closer to you, carefully caressing your thighs and now kissing your core very softly, with devotion. He's very good at this, so you just close your eyes and loose yourself on the pleasure he happily provides.
You were already sensitive and so it doesn't take very long for you to be close, you grind your hips against his face, your moans getting louder and it's so nice until he just decides to stop. You grind your teeth and look at him, about to let your anger out.
"Ah ah, just following orders, not my fault~" He says with a mocking smile in his face, You can feel Jungkook nodding. "You little devil..." He shakes his head and lets out a little laugh "Don't worry about me, all I want is to make you feel good..." And just like that his lips are back to where they were making you gasp and quiver, it's kind of easy to forget his teasing when you're this needy and he makes you feel so good.
It happens again and again, he drives you wild with the flick of his tongue on your clit and right when you're about to cum he stops and... Laughs! the little bastard mocks you with that sensual voice of his!
"Oh no no mistress please don't cum, you don't. have. permission" And with every pause he gives your clit little kisses that are enough to have you teetering on the edge and yet, never letting you go over it. You start to whine, something you don't do often, and then you feel your boyfriends hands around your waist
"We just wanted to make you feel good for as long as we could, don't worry about anything darling, okay?" He signals something to the cute boy in front of him, and soon enough he's back to his previous task. Except this time he doesn't stop, once your body language let's him know how close you are his tongue draws fast circles around your clit, and quicker than you can imagine you're cumming so hard you feel like you could pass out.
It's so much, your vision goes blank and you clench, but Jimin makes sure to let you ride the orgasm without overstimulating you. Once you are done he gets up, and carefully carries you to the bed, your eyes are barely open, you can see the elder in the room walking to the bathroom, you guess to prepare the bathtub.
Jimin sits on the bed holding you on his lap, he's so warm, giving you forehead kisses and telling you how good you were, how pretty he thinks you are, how much he appreciates you and so many other sweet nothings that make you feel safe and... Loved.
This is the first time Jungkook has let him give you aftercare, but then again, it seems like this beautiful night includes more than one first time at something. After a little bit you're taken to the bathroom, Jungkook is ready in the bathtub waiting for you, Jimin carefully places you on his arms and then looks at him waiting for instrucion, wanting to know how much is too much, but... Jungkook let's him get in the bathtub.
They both help you wash, your hair and your skin, and they do it oh so sweetly, you're melting down to their attention and constant praise, it's the paradise on earth. After everything you find yourself on the bed with your boyfriend behind you, getting you into the shirt of your pajamas and brushing your hair lovingly. Jimin helps with your shorts and then making sure to rub your favorite lotion on your arms and legs. He crawls on top of you and kisses your forehead "Good night" You nod and then he gets off the bed and goes to his own room.
You are so content, and by the smile on Jungkook's face you know he is too, both of you so enamored.
Little do you know, while you and him couldn't be happier, next room hides a beautiful boy with a deep ache on his heart, one he can't allow himself to stop feeling, to calm. Not after a night that felt like much more than sex, but not enough like love.
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okay first of all? I love the whooole self care moment shshdhs it feel so refreshing?? I don't think I've ever read something so detailed sjdh.
the nickname he uses is so cute pls. I love how jungkook is sort of lame but nice and cocky but an ass at the same time.. this part tho?
“Okay, um...” you look around the room nervously, searching for the right thing to say. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Black. What’s your favorite position?”
“Jungkook!” - THE WAY I LAUGHED- and the way he continued.. I hate him 😭
I wonder if he really wants her of is he's just fucking around with her because..ㅡI'm veerrryyy curious. - I love how you added jungkook's angry face when he eats, you're so real for that ahshdhjs
the smut though? It was SO GOOD like.. my favorite part? begins from HERE;
“Mmm, I knew it,” he chuckles sadistically, right into your ear. “I knew you were just waiting to be ruined. So fucking high-strung and- fuck!” He can feel your arousal dripping down to his balls. “Controlling.”
following that part.. everything is just soooooooooooooooooo chef kiss like for real, kiki!! you're so good at writing smut!!!
about their dynamics, the way they communicate is very fun but omg I could feel reader's sad heart 😭😭 if you do a part two.. *sighs* let me just indulge myself into this mess, okay? sjdhsj
practice | jjk
→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader
→genre: college au, fwb, pwp, smut
→word count: 8.1k
→rating: M
→warnings: mentions of bad sexual experiences, nickname you guys might find cringey (sorry babes), praise, a little degradation, a little manhandling, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, very brief mentions of anal play, brief mentions of sex toys and masturbation, spitting, titty sucking, protected sex (hes a hoe but not a dummy), jk is kinda a himbo (scratch that last side note), jk running through twice members lmao sorry girlies, pining, maybe unrequited love, maybe not, ill let u decide, oc is in denial in the beginning, oc has that lemon water coochie!!, daddy kink + daddy kink slander (not seriously!), slight corruption kink
→summary: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.
→notes: hi friends!! i’m back with my second fic!! i posted this last night but miss ting had a bad case of the typos rip </3. so i had it beta'd by my bby @kookstempo pls go give her love >:((( ! i found the smut a little easier to write this time. still not that good lol but not as mentally taxing! oc is totally definitely not a little bit of a projection of me haha thisficwassexuallycathartictowrite i hope you guys like it! i would love to know your thoughts! also would be v cool if you checked out my masterlist here. love u bye!!
It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday.
The night of the week that lures college students out of their suffocating dorm rooms with the promise of parties and alcohol. After days of classes, hours of studying, and minutes of sleep, most people your age spend their weekends unwinding, hopping from frat house to frat house.
One of the many perks of living on campus is the social life. Being surrounded by young adults is exciting. It also means that everyone is horny. Ravenously so. Seriously. Anything with a hole or phallic-shaped appendage is a prime candidate for getting fucked.
Anything and everyone, except you.
It wasn’t that you couldn’t get fucked, per se. Although abundant, your options were limited. Given the environment, it was difficult to find a guy you actually felt comfortable with. He didn’t have to be in love with you, but he did have to respect you if he wanted to get anywhere near your sugar walls. With that being said, it was slim pickings.
You coped well, for the most part. But it was hard to shake the lonely feelings that bubbled in your chest from time to time. And the feral ones. Nothing a quick rub from your petite, manicured fingers couldn’t satisfy, you suppose…
Besides, all men do is disappoint you. The only two sexual partners you’ve had thus far were subpar, to say the least. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Not an ounce of concern for your pleasure. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you’ve never orgasmed from sex. Not even close. That left a sour, lemony taste in your mouth. Ever since then, your pussy was on hiatus, locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower, until a worthy knight came to save it from this tortuous dry spell.
You sigh, peeling the honey-drenched sheet mask off your face and tossing it into the trash with vigor. You eye yourself in the mirror with a scowl. Fluffy, freshly plucked brows knit together as you examine your appearance. You’re wearing a cropped white tank top, nipples poking through the little animated cherubs printed on the front. The baby pink Sailor Moon pajama shorts on your thighs left little to the imagination. White kitty ears headband keeping those annoying baby hairs out of your face.
You’re cute, right?
Atleast you tried to look cute.
Your roommate, Mina, was visiting family for the weekend, leaving you the dorm to yourself. Without your extraverted lifeline, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to stay in and pamper yourself.
You’ve already waxed your body, head to toe, with that expensive sugaring wax Mina begged you not to get. ‘It was worth it,’ you thought to yourself when you had spread your peach-scented lotion on the smooth canvas of your legs after the shower.
You even gave yourself a facial. Extractions and all. Much cooler and more productive than partying and getting laid.
You take your headband off, ruffling your thick hair until it falls into place. You reach for your candy-flavored Laneige lip mask, spreading it across your plump pout with your middle finger. Another overpriced purchase.
You exit the bathroom, shuffling towards your twin-sized bed and then falling face first into the plush, ivory duvet. So comfy. It wasn’t even midnight and you were ready to hit the hay.
You had planned to study a bit before knocking out, but the warm shower left you sleepy. Plus, the past week has been hell. Two papers and an impromptu quiz from your least favorite professor. You were a good student. A great one, even. But you were an overachiever to the core, and still found yourself stressing over assignments you knew you aced.
You let out a small yawn, squinting at the brightness around you. Along the wall beside your bed were vine garlands, embellished with little fairy lights and pink roses. They were such a pain in the ass to put up. It took you and Mina nearly three hours, and a mental breakdown on your behalf, to stick them against the drywall in the right position. High maintenance, but cute, nonetheless. Kinda like you.
The lights dim as your mind turns hazy, eventually turning into a silent black as sleep clouds your vision. Sweet, blissful sleep. You were teetering into the REM phase when-
Knock. Knock.
The booming noise startles you awake, rattling the brittle wood of your cheaply built door. The wall hangings flutter in its wake.
Maybe you were being dramatic. The knocks were actually soft and melodic. Almost cheerful as they followed the rhythm of a made-up song. But you were pissed. Even the most heavenly sound would ring demonic and evil in your ears at the moment.
You shove yourself off of your bed with an exaggerated groan, stomping towards the door and yanking it open, fully prepared to yell at whoever was behind it.
Jeon Jungkook.
His expression is blank, doe-eyes widening as he takes in your expression. Your body language radiates hostility and violence. The silver barbell glimmers as his thick, dark brows twitch in confusion. He blinks before opening his mouth. “Hey,” he utters hastily.
Under different circumstances, you would be ecstatic.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?”
“Woah, someone’s cranky,” he laughs hesitantly. “I was bored. Figured you were, too. Mina is gone, right?”
“Are you drunk or something?”
“What- no,” his plump lips form a pout, the matching silver ring on the bottom corner shining as well.
You sneer at him, pupils darting over his outfit. Oversized gray hoodie, white t-shirt peeking from the unzipped portion at the top. Gray sweatpants. Your gaze lingers on the tight pull of the material in the front. He doesn’t seem drunk, and he isn’t dressed in his usual party attire.
“I just want to hang out with you. Why are you acting so sus?”
You roll your eyes, doing everything in your power to exaggerate your irritation. “Why are you here?”
“Oh, come on, Bambi. Don’t be like that.”
Bambi.
That stupid nickname.
You and Jungkook had met at a party after you were peer pressured into a game of beer pong. The super boisterous, super attractive stranger ended up being your partner by default.
‘What do you mean you’ve never played before?’ He questioned you, voice laced with devastation when he realized you were about to cost him his undefeated streak.
Despite Jungkook’s best efforts, Mina and her boyfriend, Taehyung, mopped the floor with you.
‘You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, ‘Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?’
You answered him curtly with a scowl.
‘Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you.’ He was so wasted that night he ended up vomiting off of the second-floor balcony and onto the class president’s Honda Civic. Not drunk enough to forget the awfully humiliating, yet adorable nickname he had bestowed you.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you in.”
“I have pancakes,” he beams with pride, bunny teeth peeking out. He raises both arms, showing you the crinkled takeout bags in his hands. “Chocolate chip-.”
“That’s disgusting,” you scoff.
“And blueberry,” he retorts with a squint. “Please? I won’t be annoying, I promise.”
You let out a contemplative noise. It wasn’t what you had planned for the night, but you guess company wouldn’t hurt. Especially his company.
If only you could mute your evil brain.
“I thought you had plans with whatsherface,” you question, stepping aside to let Jungkook enter your room.
He kicks his slides off at the door, something you’ve drilled into his head with violent words and empty threats. You remember him texting the groupchat a screenshot of his calendar, tonight being marked ‘PUSSY APPOINTMENT’ with the woozy face emoji next to it. The same one that was inked on his middle finger; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Tonight was one of many slots in his month with the exact same title. That picture was deleted from your phone as soon as you received it.
“Sana,” he corrects, face unimpressed like he expected you to keep a mental catalog of all his flavors of the week.
You did. Every time a new name was added to the roster, your heart sank. You would never admit it though.
“I did, but I guess she has a boyfriend now or some shit?” He plops down onto the baby pink area rug beside your bed, immediately digging through the takeout bags.
“How dare she?” You gasp sarcastically, taking the styrofoam container that he held up for you and sitting criss-cross on your bed.
“I know, right? That’s what I’m saying,” he laughs, opening a syrup packet and pouring it over his pancakes.
You cringe, foreseeing a sticky, impossible to clean mess all over your floor. “Please don’t fuck up my rug, Jungkook.”
“I won’t,” he mumbles halfheartedly, bringing the pad of his thumb to his mouth. The tip of his tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the sugary liquid before wrapping his plump, pink lips around it.
He sucks gently and then pulls off with a tiny smooch.
Wow.
Are you really that far gone? There was no denying that Jungkook was attractive. But were you really that touch starved that you were drooling over every minuscule, minute movement he made?
“Maybe she was sick of you stringing her along,” you comment, trying to cover up the fact that you were totally just gawking at him.
“Nah,” he murmurs through chubby cheeks, mouth full of pancake. “She knew it was just sex.”
“Did she though? What about Dahyun?”
“Well aware.”
“Jihyo?”
“Yep.”
“Nayeon?”
“Are you slut-shaming me?” He points his plastic fork at you, bringing the opposite hand to his chest in feigned offense. “Because I feel very attacked right now.”
You playfully nudge his shoulder with your thigh-high sock-clad foot, deciding to drop the subject. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Jungkook had a reputation on campus. Every girl who involved themselves with him knew what the outcome would be. He was very blunt about his desires and disinterests. Sex being the prior. Commitment being the latter.
But you suppose remaining detached was easier said than done. Something about him was… magnetic. He was bold, yet soft. Obnoxious, but endearing. A sweet talker for sure. And easily the freest person you’ve ever known. Add sex into the equation, and it must be nearly impossible not to fall in love with him…
Hm. That’s enough thinking for the night.
You need background noise to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. He peeps an ‘I don’t care’ when you ask him what he wants to watch. You take it upon yourself. Sailor Moon it is.
The pancakes keep him preoccupied for a while. You glance down at him every now and then. His eyes sparkle as he watches the cartoon on your phone screen. There’s a little speck of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. His tongue makes an encore appearance, licking it away before fidgeting with his lip. How sinful.
He starts getting squirmy about halfway through the episode. Antsy hands pull at the strings on the border of the carpet below him. Every now and then he draws a shape and erases it. One of the shapes is a penis, something you’d see on the back of a middle school textbook.
He scoots with a sigh, pressing his spine against the edge of your bed, and then bending his head back. Fluffy dark strands tickle your legs as he peers up at you. “Can you play with my hair?”
“Why would I do that?” You huff, hot and bothered by the sudden contact.
“It helps me stay still. Please?”
“Oh, um- okay,” you oblige, gulping like you’ve dry swallowed a huge pill. You cautiously card your digits through his hair. It’s so soft and healthy.
He purrs and closes his eyes.
He's silent once again, enjoying your touch, even pushing into it a bit. Very cat-like.
That lasts for about three minutes. His inability to not speak every single thought that enters the void of his mind takes over.
‘I just realized they’re all named after planets.’
‘Wait, the moon isn’t a planet, is it?’
‘Why are they dressed so sexy to fight space monsters?’
“Jungkook, shut up!”
“But I’m bored,” he whines. “Is this really how you spend your Friday nights?”
“Excuse me, I’d like to see you take STEM classes for a week and then tell me how you feel,” you contend, leaning over to grab your phone off the nightstand. You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your nipples. It makes your palms clammy. “Sometimes, it’s nice to just chill.”
“You don’t masturbate?” He asks calmly as if he had just inquired about the weather.
You give him an exasperated look.
“What? That’s how I destress,” he continues, shrugging nonchalantly. “Don’t you have a vibrator?”
“I- no! Why are you asking all these questions?” You shriek, absolutely mortified.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” He lifts his head off of your lap, craning his neck so you can see his appalled expression, your answer leaving him equally as mortified. “Damn, that’s wild,” he tuts in disapproval.
“I would rather not have to smuggle a sex toy into my dorm room, Jungkook,” you retort.
“You can borrow mine,” he smirks, turning his body to face you, obviously relishing in the reactions he’s pulling out of you. “It’s a Hitachi. It’s really strong too, like, most girls don’t even last five minutes.”
“Why do you have- you know what, nevermind actually!” You clench your eyes shut, poking your fingers into your ears and shaking your head dramatically. Your reaction is mostly out of embarrassment and partly because the thought of him pleasing women who aren’t you hurts for whatever reason. “I’m done with this discussion!”
“Seriously?” He wheezes, thoroughly enjoying your tantrum. He wraps his long, nimble fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away. Your skin burns under the touch. “I want to get to know you more.”
“Yeah, but you don’t need to know-,” you rip out of his grasp, flailing your hands around in circular motions, “-those things.”
“I’m just trying to make conversation,” he frowns.
“About?”
“Anything.”
“Okay, um...” you look around the room nervously, searching for the right thing to say. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Black. What’s your favorite position?”
“Jungkook!”
“I think missionary is my favorite. Very underrated,” he says, tapping his chin like it’s an answer only an intellectual would’ve given. “The kind where her legs are pushed alllll the way back,” he emphasizes the ‘all’ by balling his hands into fists and lifting them up by his head, showing you exactly where he likes them. “You hit the g-spot perfectly that way.”
You level him with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Unamusement written all over.
“Why are you so mad?” He laughs. “What? You’re embarrassed to talk about sex?”
A pause.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Jungkook, no…” you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration. “I’m just not like you, okay? I don’t like sex as much as you and everybody else on this fucking campus does!”
He hesitates for a moment as he processes your sudden outburst. The first time you’ve ever seen him rendered speechless. You can picture the cogs turning in that thick skull of his.
He inhales sharply, eyebrows raising up to his hairline as if something clicked. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, cute dimple peeping out from the pull. His head drops as he huffs out a laugh.
“What’s so funny, Jeon?”
“Ah, I see now.”
“See what?” You groan, bothered by his vagueness.
“Here's what I think, Bambi,” he mumbles in a low tone, sitting up from his spot on the floor so his gaze is aligned with yours. His palms are on either of your crossed legs, fingers curling into your white blanket. Forcing you to make eye contact with him- his pupils are black, nothing like the soft brown you’re accustomed to. “You’re so uptight because you haven’t had sex in a while- good sex, at least.”
Your breath catches in your throat. You say nothing.
“The guys you fuck don’t know how to treat you, am I right? They can’t make you cum?”
Crickets.
Your lack of response tells him the answer.
When you do speak, your words come out shaky. “Well, what makes you any different?”
He shuffles closer, knocking his forehead right against yours, invading your space. He’s so close that you feel claustrophobic. Your heart pounds in your chest.
“I always make the girl cum.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he hums through curled lips as he nods, silver hoops swaying at the motion, nose brushing against yours. “More than once.”
His dilated pupils scan over your body, pausing at your chest for a moment, and then continuing their descent. A hand slides up your bare thigh, the warm touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He grabs the hem of your shorts between his index and middle fingers, tugging gently. “These are cute.” He licks his lips, making them pink and glossy, like he’s ready to eat you. “I’d like them better somewhere else though.”
“Jungkook…”
And then he's kissing you.
It’s soft, like he’s afraid to scare you away by putting too much pressure into it. Little does he know you’ve been thinking about this for a while.
All your protesting and fighting up until this point was futile. Your hands unconsciously make their way to his cheeks. You swear you feel him smirking. It’s like he can read your mind, knowing exactly how bad you’ve wanted this.
He prods his tongue against your bottom lip, urging you to let him in. You do. He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you down, hovering over you.
“You taste like candy,” he whispers against your lips, hot and needy. Take that, Mina. A sneaky hand cups you through your shorts, right where he knows your clit is. The thin material does nothing to conceal how wet you are. “Do you taste like candy here too? Can I try?”
You’re anxious, but you can’t stop. Not when he’s so enticing. Not when the rumors of his sexual prowess are swimming around in your mind. Jungkook could ask anything of you and you’d gladly obey. You give him a small nod.
“Don’t be nervous,” he teases through an airy laugh, breath fanning across your face. It smells like chocolate and syrup. He turns his head and presses a gentle kiss on your fingertips. You swoon.
Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your shorts, he pulls them below your butt. He dips his head down, biting into the side of your thigh. A predator sinking its teeth into its prey. Not hard enough to hurt. It’s just enough to rip a whine from you. “Fuck,” he grumbles, pulling your shorts completely off. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
He’s been wanting this, too?
“Let’s leave these on though,” he sighs, speaking in reference to your socks. It was something you knew he found sexy, overhearing a graphic conversation with Taehyung about kinks and other filthy things. That may or may not have been the motivation behind your purchase.
You cringe. Being naked in front of someone for the first time in a long time was nerve-wracking.
“No panties?” Jungkook asks, looking at you quizzically. “Dressed so skimpy, Bambi. All for me?”
“I didn’t know you were gonna show up...”
“Oh shit, you’re right,” he chuckles, caressing your legs with his large thumbs. You appreciate the gesture.
Cool air brushes against your exposed core when he parts your thighs. His gaze locks onto your dripping center. You whine and cross your arms over your face. Maybe if you squeeze hard enough you’ll revert back into yourself and escape this dreadfully vulnerable feeling.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” he starts, words dying out because his attention is elsewhere. Jungkook has seen a lot of pussy throughout his life, but yours has got to be the, “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So fucking wet.” He settles back onto his knees, hooking his limbs around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
Jungkook watches in awe as he spreads your lips open with his thumb and index fingers, stealing a peek at your shiny center. He takes a long, languid lick from your pussy to your clit. He moans when the wet muscle dips between your folds, eyes scrunching as his feature contorts into a scowl. You recognize that face. That angry face he makes when he tastes something he finds incredibly yummy. It’s the same one he made when he ate his pancakes.
Have you really studied him so much that you’ve picked up on his subtle habits? Nevertheless, the fact that he actually seemed to be enjoying going down on you was jarring. You’ve never experienced this before. It felt so fucking good. You were already close and he has barely touched you. You let out a whimper.
“Mm, you’re so responsive,” he notes, absolutely loving the little sounds you’re peeping. Much different than the blaring moans and screams he is used to. Despite the ego boost they give him, your shy whimpers are a welcomed change. Each one makes his cock twitch, forcing him to bring a hand down, palming himself through his sweats. “When’s the last time someone ate you out?”
“Never…”
“I don’t see why not,” he coos sympathetically, shaking his head in disapproval. He gives you another lick, tongue pressed flat against you. “You taste like lemonade, so sweet.”
That had you absolutely drenched.
You move up onto your elbows, watching as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders. He licks the pad of his thumb, this time actually sinful. He presses it right to your bud, rubbing it before pulling the sensitive skin taut, lifting the hood and exposing your clit.
He tuts his tongue, whispering something so quietly you barely catch it, only making out a breathy iteration of the word ‘tiny’. Heavy eyes flicker up to yours as he places two soft pecks on it, then blows delicately.
“Jungkook, please…”
“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I won’t tease-,” sentiment interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss, “I know how bad you must want it.”
He circles the tip of his tongue on your clit before suctioning his lips around it. You gnaw onto your lower lip, face twisting up in pleasure.
This is easily a far better form of self care than what you had planned.
It’s obvious that this is something Jungkook does a lot. He is a photography major, and has never struck you as someone who is incredibly bright, but the way he touched is strategic. He has spent the better part of the past decade perfecting his craft, studying the way women move their bodies when he applies a certain amount of pressure. The beautiful noises they make when he stimulates them in certain spots. He has the exact equation to make you fall apart.
There is a pattern to it. He latches onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing with a few harsh sucks, before licking over it, letting his tongue dip into your entrance. You can’t help the subtle thrusts into his mouth with every glide of his tongue. The consistency had your stomach doing somersaults.
He sinks further down, lapping at your folds, never straying too far from your clit, burying himself so deep into your pussy that the tip of his nose nudges against it. A big palm slides up your torso, reaching under your tank top to grab at your chest, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.
“Jung- fuck!” You croak, high-pitched and desperate. “I’m close.”
You expect him to pull away. He, instead, acknowledges you with an ‘mhm’, nuzzling even further into your cunt.
You can’t help the instinctual, or more so learned, shame bubbling in your stomach. Your hips jerk away. Legs close tight around his head, attempting to save him from the brunt of your orgasm. He simply pries them back open, nails digging into your inner thigh. You grasp onto his hair, tugging it back as you curse under your breath.
He doesn’t like that.
He pops off of your clit with a sharp, annoyed growl. “Can you stop?” The stern edge in his voice makes you flinch, releasing your grip immediately. “You don’t have to control every situation. Just relax.”
“I’m sorry,” you squeak.
His gaze softens immediately. He didn’t want you to apologize and he definitely didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. “You can touch me, Bambi,” he grabs hands and places them back on his head, encouraging them to tangle in his tresses once again. “Keep me here, though. Wanna make you cum in my mouth.”
It’s strange, being pampered during sex. Taken care of.
You peer down at him. His mouth and cheeks are dewy, covered in your arousal. Even the tip of his nose is wet. He’s not uncomfortable in the slightest.
You push him down, giving him the green light to continue. The descent is quick. Starting in your stomach before it shoots through the rest of your body. You throw your head back, teeth digging into your lip as you desperately try to stifle the lewd moans threatening to escape.
Jungkook guides you through it, slowing down towards the tail end of your orgasm. He pulls away with a satisfied hum, standing up from his spot on the floor. “Taste?” He asks, squishing your cheeks with his big hand. His tongue licks right against yours when you stick it out, lips closing into a sloppy kiss. “Good, right?”
You don’t really taste anything, but you nod anyway. Maybe a slight hint of citrus. Or maybe you were delirious after the best orgasm of your life. The only partnered orgasm of your life.
His eyes are scrunched, but you can still see the stars in his dark pupils as he smiles down at you. You mirror him with the opposite expression, irises wide and blown out. He giggles, nuzzling into the side of your face and then nipping at your cheek. “You’re like a space girl,” your heart melts at the Sailor Moon reference. “So clueless. I wanna do everything to you. Teach you everything.”
“Like what?”
“Have you ever squirted before?”
You freeze. “No… I don’t think everyone can.”
“That’s not true. Everyone can squirt with a good partner and the right mindset,” he proclaims enthusiastically, shooting you a thumbs up. The tent in his pants on full display.
“Right mindset?” You giggle, raising a brow at him.
“Yeah, it’s pretty intense.” He grabs a half-empty water bottle, your water bottle, off the nightstand, taking a big sip. “I can get you there,” he states, a droplet of water dripping down his chin. “You have to listen to me, though. You can continue your ‘girlboss’ bullshit after I’m done with you.”
You roll your eyes. If any other man said that to you, you would be livid. You would literally rain hellfire upon them. But it’s Jungkook. You know he’s joking, and the soft spot you have for him prevents you from ripping him a new one.
He smiles when you agree, pecking your cheek before unzipping his hoodie and shrugging it off his shoulders. You watch his muscles work. Toned, firm biceps exposed for your viewing pleasures. He recently recolored the tattoos on his right arm.
You remember him venting about his parents’ disapproval of them, and his major, when he walked you to your dorm after a party a few weeks ago. It was the only time you’ve ever seen the fun-loving, jovial man feel melancholic. You coin that night the night you developed... whatever it was that you have for him now.
“Alright,” he gestures to the cotton sweater, now spread out on your bed. “Lay here.”
“Why?”
“I mean…” he looks at you like you’re stupid. “You don’t want to get this wet, right?” He counters, pinching your blanket.
Cockiness just oozes out of him. It makes wetness ooze out of you.
You comply, laying down on the soft material. It’s warm and smells like the delicate linen cologne he normally wears. You bask in the scent.
“I usually use lube for this, but…” he clicks his tongue, knowing you don’t have any. “We can make it work.” Leaning down, he lets a string of spit land on your clit. It tickles as it trickles down your folds. He’s quick to collect it with his fingertips, smearing the moisture all over.
“Take your top off, please. I wanna see those pretty tits.”
It’s barely a top. The jagged, raw hem only conceals half of your perked nipples. How ironic is it that you’re wearing an angel print tank while being absolutely defiled. You sit up, taking it off easily and tossing it on the floor before laying back down.
“It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You wonder, reflecting on his earlier statements.
“Why, you nervous?” He teases with a lopsided grin. It drops when he sees the apprehensive look on your face. “It shouldn’t hurt, but if it does you’ll tell me, right?”
“Right,” you moan, another drop of saliva hitting your pussy.
“Hold your legs up, keep them open,” he orders, sucking back the extra spit with a hiss.
Pink nails curl under your thighs, bringing them up to your chest just as Jungkook instructed. He pops his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, bringing them down to tease at your entrance before slipping in, palm facing up.
There’s an adjustment period, his fingers being much bigger than your own. You’re so aroused that the tenderness subsides quickly. “Fuck,” you yelp when he starts gently petting at your g-spot.
He doesn’t jam his fingers into you carelessly, an unpleasant sensation you’ve been subjected to in the past. His digits never leave you. Instead, they move in a sensual curl that makes you purr. Every touch is focused, intricately placed on that delicious spot.
“Pussy so wet,” his voice comes out as strained as his pants. He sounds so turned on and filled with lust. It makes you clamp around his fingers. He lets out the tiniest moan, using his free hand to grab yours, sucking three fingers into his mouth. “Touch your clit for me.”
You bring your hand down, rubbing side to side. “Uh-uh, circles.”
Immediately, you follow his command. You look so delicious he can’t help himself, bending at the waist to latch onto one of your nipples.
“Please, Jungkook, more…”
“Yeah?” He mumbles against your chest, sending vibrations through the sensitive skin. You nod frantically. “I usually don’t give in this easily, but I think you deserve it. Been such a good girl. You can have more, Bambi.” You know it’s just sex talk. A stream of consciousness fueled by his horniness. All the blood leaving his head to fill his cock, making him more dumb than usual, but you can’t help but feel special.
“It’s going to build up fast, okay?”
You mumble a small ‘mhm’. How bad can it really be?
Jungkook starts moving his hand rapidly, fingers thrashing up and down. There's so much force behind his movements that your hips lift and dip.
You’re overwhelmed. Constant, vigorous stimulation right to your g-spot. A strange swelling feeling starts pooling in your lower stomach. High-pitched whimpery moans and wet squelching noises fill the room.
“J- daddy, fuck!” It is so intense you can’t form a coherent sentence. There’s faint laughter in the background. “No, no, no…” you plead, wrapping your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It’s too good. So good that it made you scared.
His movements halt. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, too much… fuck!” You shout when he continues at the same intensity, your body thrashing wildly. You feel out of control.
“Shh,” he whispers softly. “You can take it. Just let it happen.”
You inhale sharply, doing your best to calm down. It’s difficult when he keeps touching you like that. Your fingers curl into his sweater, bracing yourself. As soon as you stop fighting that full feeling, as soon as you loosen the tense muscles, it’s going to hit you.
You relax and a wave of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt ripples over you.
There’s an intense, world-shattering, euphoric release.
And then nothing.
Your head is empty. Your ears ring. Your vision is distorted by white splotches.
Complete solace.
Your senses come back after a few minutes of heavy breathing. It’s fuzzy, but you can see the ceiling fan swirling above you.
There’s a metallic taste on your tongue.
You can feel droplets trickling down your inner thighs, a damp puddle under your butt, and a warm set of lips on your temple.
“Welcome back to planet Earth,” Jungkook jokes, pushing away the wispy flyaways that stick to your forehead. You blink absently as you slowly make out his features. You swear there’s a glowing aura around him. “You good?”
“So good,” you confirm halfheartedly. “You’re so good.”
“You came so much,” he hums in satisfaction, placing a few pecks against your jaw. Jungkook was actually surprised at how much wetness he coaxed out of you. You just kept on cumming. The prettiest waterfall he’s ever seen. Damp fingers brush up and down your bicep, a comforting gesture. “You called me daddy.”
“Shut up,” you groan, covering your face. “Don’t talk about it.”
“I won’t, it was fucking gross,” he laughs, smiling down at you so genuinely that it reaches his eyes. This was just a hookup, you assume, but he’s just so pretty. You can’t stop yourself from pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He reciprocates. It feels so intimate. Too intimate for a pair of friends. You’re so tired but you want more. Everything.
“Take this off, please,” you ball the white fabric of his shirt into your tiny fists, mimicking his words from earlier. “Let me see those pretty tits.”
He quirks a brow at you, standing up straight and pulling his shirt off by the collar. It’s discarded onto the floor, with all the other useless, bothersome items.
His tits are pretty. Chest flushed red from exertion, nipples pink and tiny. His body is fit, but not overly muscular. Lean and toned. Just what you like.
You snake your legs around his cinched waist, constricting his pelvis flush against yours.
“Is it my turn now?” He says, loving your sudden burst of confidence. His jaw goes slack when you start grinding on his clothed cock. There’s a slick spot where your bodies meet, heather gray turning dark as the fabric dampens. Jungkook lets you play with him for a bit, rutting against you until he physically cannot stand it anymore. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.”
“Then do it,” you whimper, growing impatient. He sighs, hand coming down to fiddle with the sweater underneath you. You crane your neck, watching curiously as he pulls a square packet out of the pocket.
There’s a sharp pain in your chest when you see it. “Did you plan on us hooking up?”
“Maybe,” he contends playfully. All the amusement in his face disappears when he flicks his bangs back and sees yours. Hurt and disappointed. “I always keep condoms on me, you know that,” he explains, voice soft and wary.
It makes sense. He was sexually active. Very much so.
That scares you. You could possibly be just another girl he’s sexually active with. A last ditch effort to get laid because the first option bailed. The puzzle pieces start coming together.
You look him in the eyes. His pupils are brown again. They look pleading, concerned for your wellbeing. Afraid they’ve tarnished something so delicate. You can’t tell if it’s just your delusions, post-orgasm bliss. All you know is you never want him to stop looking at you the way he is right now.
“Can I put it on?” You ask, pointing at the condom in his hand, desperate to break the tension.
“I- sure,” he retorts, exhaling deeply like he was holding his breath, relieved. He gives it to you, using his other hand to pull his pants by the waistband, stopping mid-thigh. Too rushed and eager to take them off completely.
He didn’t have underwear on either.
You squint, trying to read the white font on the packet. Large.
You glance up, eyes bulging out of your skull when they land on his cock. It’s big. So aroused that it points straight up, resting on his abdomen. The tip is bright pink, standing out against the background of his smooth milky pelvis. It’s shiny with precum, a little bead sitting right at the slight. Your gaze trails up the veiny underside, following the acute upward curve. You gulp.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” you say, jittery hands tearing open the foil packet. You cautiously wrap your hand around the shaft. It’s so firm. Rock solid and touch starved. It jumps in your palm as you slip the sticky rubber down, making sure to stroke him along the way. “Big, thas’ all.”
He nods, the corner of his lips pulling up in a smirk. He can tell your words are equally as worried as they are complimentative, though. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, holding on to your ankle to lift your leg, kissing it through your white sock. Gaze locked on you, making sure you’re watching and that you know he can be soft with you.
He bends both of your knees up to your chest, tapping your outer thigh, indicating he wants you to hold them again. Tattooed knuckles wrap around the base of his cock, laying it flat against your pelvis. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath when he sees the tip reaches just below your belly button, knowing exactly what to envision when he’s inside you. His cock so deep it’s in your stomach.
He smacks the shaft between your folds. Filthy, wet slapping noises overpower your coos and purrs. The tip tickles your entrance, rubbing up and down your folds, before he brings it to your abused clit again, flicking it up and down like a light switch. Watching your face intently to gauge your reaction, looking for any prick of discomfort.
“Put it in,” you frown, growing impatient.
“So needy,” Jungkook teases, gripping his cock right under the crown and pushing in. Only the tip. He uses his fingers as a buffer, trying not to give too much too fast. Pulling back agonizingly slow and then diving back in, giving you a little bit more length this time. It was only an inch or so, but the stretch burned. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill.
He repeats this process, working you open little by little until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets out a pained grunt, overwhelmed by the way your warm wet walls just suffocate him. “Fuck, tightest pussy ever.”
You clench your eyes shut, trying to ease the feeling of getting impaled. Jungkook is so big. The veins that run along his shaft, the thickness, the curve. He leans down and pecks your nose sweetly. His thumb, rubbing tight circles against your clit, provides a decent distraction. You focus on the pleasure instead of the pain.
“Feel okay, Bambi?” He coos, feeling you relax under him. “Can I move?”
With furrowed brows, he pulls out a few inches before thrusting back in slowly. Heavy eyes glued on the way your lips petal around him when he gives you more. The way they resist when takes his cock away. “Good girl,” he praises, voice raspy as he tries his best to maintain a slow, shallow pace. “You take it so well.”
Any pang of discomfort is gone. He prepped you so well that there’s no friction, just seamless glides in and out of your leaking cunt. The upturned tip of his cock tickles that sweet spot in you. You moan, digging your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, arching your back for more.
Jungkook sees your body language. He knows what to do in this situation. One of the most useful sex tips he’s ever learned. He leans forward, pressing his chest against yours, swollen lips latching onto your neck. They suck a sore spot that his tongue quickly soothes over. “Hold on to me,” he commands, wet pout smushed to your skin.
You let go of your thighs, leaving little crescent indents on the surface, and throw your arms around his shoulders. Hooking your knees into the bend of his elbows, Jungkook hoists you up effortlessly, supporting your weight with his large palms on your ass. The change in position spreads you even further, slides him in even deeper.
“Mmm, f-,” you moan, words cut short when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Mmm, I knew it,” he chuckles sadistically, right into your ear. “I knew you were just waiting to be ruined. So fucking high-strung and- fuck!” He can feel your arousal dripping down to his balls. “Controlling.”
Arguing is pointless. You swear he's in your head, the tip of his cock scrambling your brain around so that you can’t even think straight. All you can think about is him.
You cling to him, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he lifts you in the air. Letting him have his way with you. You’re never felt more alive.
‘Orgasms are the pinnacle of the human experience,’ you recall Jungkook telling you one day at the library. At the time, you rolled your eyes. Now, you know exactly what he meant.
“You just needed some dick, huh? My dick?” You nod, drooling against his skin. “Doesn’t it feel good to let go?” All you can get out is a little moan.
A glint flickers in the corner of your eye. Mina’s mirror. It’s leaning against the wall right in front of you. You can see the expanse of his back. The taut skin on his shoulder blades. Biceps bulging as he moves you. His pants slid down to his knees, so you can see his cute butt dimpling when he thrusts up. Muscles working to make you cum.
“Okay,” he huffs, more to himself than you. Your pussy was so good that it derailed his original plan. Jungkook tosses you up a little, getting a more secure hold as he wraps an arm around your waist. The motion makes his cock slip out, the loss of contact makes you whine.
His free hand tosses his soiled hoodie out of the way. You cringe, making a mental note to mop tomorrow morning.
He places one of your fancy, cooling-gel pillows on the edge of the bed, laying you down on top of it. Your hips are elevated, tilted upwards. Giving him a clear view of your glowy core. He catches a glimpse of the only place he hasn’t destroyed.
“What about this?” He coos, pressing the pad of his thumb right against your clenching hole.
You squeak, shaking your head. Baby steps.
“Alright,” he chuckles, hand retreating promptly. “Maybe next time.”
He wants to do this again. Your heart flutters.
You watch as he guides himself back in, stuffing you to the brim in one swift motion. Much less cautious than earlier. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly. The pillow and his curve doing wonders. Your eyes roll back as your head hits the bed. “Like that, right?” He laughs, snapping into you.
“Yeah, Jungkook,” you moan out, gripping your ankles and bringing them up by your head, just how he likes. “Don’t stop.”
He could’ve busted right then and there.
“Fuck, keep saying my name,” he groans, eyes glancing up to your perky tits, jiggling freely with every snap of his hips. His pupils sneak down further, watching his cock plow into your tight, wet cunt, leaving it dewy and red.
You call his name like a metronome, ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook’. Voice airy, following the rhythm of his hips. It makes him move harder and faster, feeling that familiar pooling at the base of his shaft.
Just like everything about him, his strokes are fluid. His hips aren’t locked and stiff. They move in a dip and roll that makes your toes curl. His pelvis mushes against your clit when he thrusts all the way in, balls smacking against the curve of your ass. It feels delicious. Your third orgasm of the night is approaching fast.
“You cumming, Bambi?” He hums, already recognizing the way your thick brows pull together when you're close. The way your hips rut a little, naturally guiding you to your orgasm.
“Mhm, make me cum Jungkook,” you mewl.
He hovers over you, placing his hands on top of yours, bending your legs back farther. Taking long, violent plunges into you. So close to a piledriver. He’s basically fucking you into the mattress, bed frame cracking against the wall beside it. One of your vine garlands falls down, but you’re so close you can’t even bring yourself to care.
Your climaxes blend together. You first, clenching and unclenching around his length. Moans coming out sporadic and your shoulders off the bed. Legs trembling in his hands.
His orgasm is stunning.
“Ah- fuck. I’m cumming,” he croaks through snarled teeth, head dropping to watch where you connect. Something he does often, you notice. He doesn’t stop, even after he spills into the condom, fucking you until he’s completely drained. You whimper, sensitive from the overstimulation.
“Damn,” Jungkook huffs out a laugh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You fist the wavy strands at the back of his head, a little damp.
“Thank you,” you speak shyly.
“I know you’re new to this,” he lifts up and looks at you quizzically, amusement tickling his features, “But that’s kinda a weird thing to say after someone fucks you.”
You laugh with him, eyes darting over his face. He has a small scar on his cheek, something you’ve never noticed before.
“No, I just mean-” you cringe when he pulls out of you, feeling empty. “You’re the only guy who’s ever… I don’t know. You’re just different.”
He smiles with twinkling eyes, tying a knot at the end of the condom and tossing it into the pink trash can beside your nightstand. “You’re different, too,” he mirrors, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “Special.”
Special.
You sigh into his lips when he gives you a soft peck, thumb brushing against the newfound mark of his face. “I’m sorry that I made you do all the work.”
“Nah, don’t worry. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” His words are sweet but there’s a naughty glint in his eyes. “Besides, you can think of this as a practice round.”
“Practice round?”
He hums in conformation, tapping your ass lightly, making it ripple against his hand. “Alright, go take a leak before you get a UTI.” He laughs when you push his shoulder. The same old blunt, shameless Jungkook.
He stops you before you disappear into the bathroom. “I hope this won’t make things awkward between us. Like, we’re still friends, right?”
Friends.
It takes all of your strength to give him a nod. You ponder over his words as you clean up in the bathroom. Why did you feel so... conflicted? You’re so happy, but you’re also kinda sad. It’s like your mood solely depends on Jungkook. His words have the power to pull you in whatever direction he pleases. You stare at yourself in the mirror.
All these emotions must mean you have a crush on him.
You sigh, flicking off the light and then heading back into your room.
Jungkook is hunkered down in your sea of pillows, soft snores leaving his parted lips. Chest rising and falling steadily. Hair messy, fanned around him.
He looks so beautiful and peaceful.
You tilt your head at the sight. He always told you that he never spends the night after a hookup.
The blanket is only covering his pelvis, strong legs poking out from underneath. His sweats are still on his ankles. You giggle, attempting to slide them off without waking him.
“Bambi,” he mutters sleepily, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”
You feel your cheeks heat up. You shuffle into bed, throwing the covers over both of your bare bodies.
He wraps his arms around you, pecking your forehead before drifting back into slumber.
Fuck.
What have you gotten yourself into?
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I love how jimin and jungkook are part of the viewers *giggles*
how do I explain this? I need this yoongi to destroy reader. badly. I just know he'll go crazy please😩 - I also looooove how they use colors to determine how reader feels and the little comments he makes on her too like;
"Been dreaming about her pussy since last weekend. Finally, I get another taste." and "They almost love this pussy as much as I do" MMM BOY?? ISTG.
also.. yoongi talking his shit is so hot too like my mans an expert 😳 - can't wait for the next drabbles hehehe
Suga's How-To Guide | Buzzed | myg (m)
→ Summary: Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes.
→ Pairing: camboy!Yoongi x female reader
→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
→ Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (female receiving) use of a vibrator, sex in front of a live audience (via streaming), voyeurism, teasing if you squint, Yoongi talking about reader to stream (idk she's not an object, he's just commentating on her), Yoongi is a sex worker and cam boy
→ Word Count: 2,119 - unedited
→ Type: Drabble Series
→ Genre: friends to lovers, pwp
→ Main Masterlist: here
→ Series Masterlist: here
→ faq | taglist request
→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event
A/N: This drabble changed 200 times - I know it's a little repetitive from the first but with the time I had to write this, I had to take the penetration out. Drabble 3 will actually include Yoongi dicking down reader okay I promise.
/ PREVIOUS CHAPTER / NEXT CHAPTER /
Yoongi: Thoughts on helping me out this weekend?
The text message lights up while you’re getting ready for bed. Chewing your lip, you look at the screen as you apply lotion to your face. Your mind drifts for a moment, recalling the way Yoongi had made you cum just a week prior.
Even after turning off the stream, he’d look at you with those hungry eyes. Had got back down on his knees. Pushed your knees to your just. Hold yourself open for me, baby, he had asked. You shiver, recalling the way he matched the flick of his tongue with the smooth stroke of two fingers.
Yoongi asks for nothing in return. He had been painfully hard that night but had told you no when you offered to take care of him. You’d been concerned it was something to do with you until he laughed and said that the night had been about you.
It would be a lie to say you haven’t gone back and watched the video. At first, you only made it a few seconds in before slamming your laptop shut. Then you had warmed up to it. Now it was the only way you could get off, remembering Yoongi’s hot, wet mouth.
Me: What’s the subject matter?
Yoongi: How to use vibrators while performing oral on those who have vaginas.
You shiver. You type out a response and then delete it again. Fuck you’ve been dreaming about his mouth ever since he made you cum both on and off stream.
Me: Sounds convincing.
Yoongi: Thanks, baby.
Grinning like an idiot, you collapse backward on your bed and squeal, smiling at the ceiling.
-
“Shit,” you whisper, words dripping out of you like honey as Yoongi smirks against your mouth. You shake beneath him again, his finger teasing your clit. His breath is against your lips, your naked chest pressed against him. “Feels good.”
“Hmm.” He presses wet kisses to your jaw, sucking the flesh between his teeth to nip lightly, tongue chasing the sting away. “So fucking pretty. You sure you’re good?”
You nod. Your eyes are closed, focusing on the way that Yoongi lights you up from within. You’re barely able to breathe underneath him, and he’s barely touched you besides light grinding and making out.
With Yoongi? It’s enough.
“Words,” Yoongi prompts, kissing your chin. “Need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
Yoongi rewards you by stealing your lips with his. Your fingers press against his shoulder blades as he lets his hips pin yours down. He’s stripped to jeans, shirtless and flushed. You can’t get enough of him, the way his skin is warm and slick with a light sheen of sweat. He’s flushed pink on his chest.
Every new layer to Yoongi makes your head spin. You don’t acknowledge how eager you were to come here. Don’t think about how easily you let him strip you down in front of a camera, whispering so lowly in your ear that even though you feel his words vibrate through you to your curling toes, you know the microphone can’t hear it.
He is stunning. His mused hair, silken and sticky against his forehead from you working him up. Blush tinted skin, glossy in places where he’s let your mouth suck pretty blossoms of varying shades into his skin.
Without his shirt on, Yoongi makes your head heady. He’s beautiful fully clothed, but your hands being able to feel the creamy skin, the way his muscles twitch under your inquisitive hands and hungry mouth is enough to make you go crazy.
Like before, you discussed the rules that have led up to this moment. Today's tutorial is on how to combine vibrators with oral on people with pussies. He had chuckled and shook his head slightly when you referred to it as PWP, which meant something else entirely in his world.
Now, Yoongi steals another sweetened kiss from you, lips like honey. His skin is hot against yours, feverish as he nips the fresh of your collarbone again.
“Ready?”
“Yes, please.”
You feel him smile against your skin, stealing a kiss that is too gentle for the sinful man above you. “Color?” he asks, nipping your stomach as he begins his descent toward the laptop.
“Green.”
Like before, you try not to give much attention to Yoongi’s opening. He greets his viewers and briefs them on what he’s going to do. All the while, he keeps a hand between your legs, thumb pressed firmly on your clit, wiggling it back and forth just the slightest to make you pant.
You have no idea how he does it. You’ve spent years in the same circle as Min Yoongi and never imagined that you could be where you are now. He chortles deeply and presses a kiss to your knee. You open your eyes – not remember when you had closed them – and see him speaking to the camera again.
“Yes, JJKbunny, this is my same helper as last time.” Yoongi nips your knee and you moan. His half-lidded eyes drift up to you and he turns away from the laptop entirely. His thumb presses your clit harder, the heels of your feet digging into the bed as he props a chin on your knee. “Been dreaming about her pussy since last weekend. Finally, I get another taste.”
Yoongi watches you with dark eyes. He’s no longer interested in the comments flooding the screen. His gaze is corrosive, eating away at your anxiety and leaving you craving more of him.
Always more. He makes you need more.
“You look so fucked out,” he whispers. He removes his thumb from your clothed clit and slips it underneath the fabric instead. You cock your head back, gasping at the ceiling as he curses, chin digging into your knee as he brushes his thumb up and down your wet slit. “Nice and wet. A perfect pussy waiting to be eaten, hmm?”
You nod. “Please.”
Yoongi shifts, lifting his chin from your knee and standing up on his knees to reach over you and grabs a bullet vibrator. It’s small and shiny, the hum barely audible as he switches it on. Yoongi finds a home between your legs again and makes himself comfortable. With quick hands, he pulls your panties down before putting them somewhere you can’t see.
“As always,” Yoongi begins, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flurry. “Your partner should always be wet. My partner doesn’t have that problem,” he grins as he traces the soft flesh of your inner thigh with the vibrator. “If yours does, it’s not a big deal. Everyone has different body chemistry, and sometimes it takes longer to get there. Please use lube – it exists for a reason. Use one that is safe for consumption, and please use enough to make the experience pleasurable.”
Blood rushes to your center the moment he teases your entrance with the bullet. You let out a soft sound, somewhere between a sigh and a wispy moan. The vibrations tickle through you, drawing more of your essence out of you as Yoongi circles your ring of muscles with the device.
It feels good. Better than good. Your heart falls out of syncopation with your breath. You feel the heat in every inch of your body, flushed and fevered as Yoongi continues, “Never be too harsh with a vibrator. You always need to talk to your partner about what they like. Some clits are too sensitive. Some aren’t sensitive enough. My partner is moderately sensitive, but it’s nice to tease her for a moment, to work up to it.”
Yoongi presses his other hand gently to your knee, prying you open for his eyes – and others, but it’s him that matters. You roll your head to the side of the pillows that he has propped you against, watching hazily. You had not realized your legs were drifting shut.
“See how her pretty little hole clenches?” Yoongi asks, his voice like cashmere slipping over every one of your nerves. “You don’t always have to go right for the prize. This feels good too.” He dips the head of the bullet just into your entrance and you gasp, leaning forward suddenly. “See how she reacts?”
You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs as Yoongi ghosts the bullet vibe up to your clit. Your breath gets stuck in your lungs for one long moment as your mind blanks, the pleasure shooting through you both a relief and setting your limbs afire.
“Fuuuuuck,” it comes out as a high-pitched whine, voice out of your control.
Gently, Yoongi continues to focus on you, watching the crease of your brow, the way you bite your bottom lip, the way your breath rattles out of you as though you can barely let it go. Every nerve is aflame, burning with the way he teases you.
No one else can do this to you. You’re somehow sure of it. Your fingers curl in the blanket as he slowly draws the vibrator back down to circle your entrance, giving your clit a moment. You suck in air sharply. It feels like you can’t breathe enough, like you can’t cool off.
“How’s it feel?”
“Good,” you croak, lost on a horizon of pleasure, floating delicately on his words. “Can you take my mouth now?” You nod. “Verbal, baby. You sure?”
“Yes, please. I want your mouth.”
He hums. “Greedy. Always ask your partner if they can handle more,” Yoongi murmurs to his viewers. “Communication is important. If they’re not relaxed, they won’t be able to feel as good.”
Your vision swims when you open your eyes. They’ve been squeezed shut so hard that colors were beginning to splash across the vast darkness, your own northern lights. But you want to see this – want to see Yoongi.
With a quick smirk, Yoongi draws his mouth toward you, pink tongue flicking out for a soft lick at your clit. Combined with the constant hum of the vibrator, you let out a loud curse, making him chuckle. He kisses your clit sweetly before he fastens his mouth against your bud, sucking gently.
New pleasure unfurls inside of you, blossoming from your pussy through your lower stomach. You’re going to cum in a few minutes. You can feel it as he sucks you gently, alternating between lush suckles and languid licks.
Yoongi’s mouth is a weapon. He’s created something lethal, something sharpened by skill and steady practice and the thought alone makes your hand shoot down to his hair, fingers carding gentling through the strands.
“Keep in mind you can also use a vibrating dildo or one that has the length to stimulate the g-spot,” he mutters between sinful sucks on your pussy. “Today I chose a bullet because teaching how to make them squirt is later.” His eyes meet yours. “And I would make her squirt if I did that right now.”
Nothing else matters. There is nothing else. There’s just you and Yoongi. He takes his mouth from you and switches, placing the bullet just below your clit, making you hum, hips twitching back and forth. He dips his tongue into your dripping hole, greedy for the way you taste.
“I’m gonna- fuuuuuck – I’m gonna-“
You can’t finish the sentence. It doesn’t matter. Yoongi knows. His tongue grows firmer and he adds movement to his ministrations with the vibrator. You squeak – you can’t make any other noise as you ascend, body tensing tensing tensing tensing.
The pressure mounts. Yoongi gives a particularly firm lick accompanied by the wiggling of the vibrator and you cum hard – nearly coming off the bed entirely. Yoongi is mindful, pinning your stomach with one hand while he removes the vibrator with the other. He keeps his tongue on you, coaxing you through trembling limbs and gasping breath with his mouth.
You lick your lips, eyes closed as you breath hard at the ceiling. Yoongi pulls his mouth from you, pressing kisses to your inner thighs as he ribs your calves. You let him lull you into a state of peace for a few long moments, letting him leave glossy marks of spit and come wherever his mouth graces your skin.
“How are you?” he asks, voice like velvet.
“Good. M’good.”
“You are so fucking beautiful when you come. The whole chat is cumming with you.” He’s looking over his shoulder when you manage to open your eyes. “They almost love this pussy as much as I do,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your knee fondly, hands still stroking your legs. “Too bad. I don’t share.”
Your heart flips in your chest as you close your eyes again, humming in relief.
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