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"Daddy's little girl."

"Jungkook, have you seen my towel? I can't find it." I asked, purely dumbfounded at the thought of my towel disappearing from its spot. Jungkook looked at me, his eyebrows raised. "Babe, it's in the washing. Here, just use mine." He shrugged, grabbing his body towel from his huge closet. He walked back to me and passed me it, pointing his chin to me slightly to take it. "Thanks, kook. I'll make dinner for tonight." I thanked him, pecking his cheek after finishing my sentence.

He smirked, pulling me back by palming my stomach and pushing it back to him. "Where do you think you're going, darlin'? Don't forget we have a date night." I rolled my eyes at his snarky attitude. Almost got away with it. "Babe, I don't wanna go anywhere tonight!" I whined, stomping in my spot. I don't really like it when we have to go out on the cold night for dates. Jungkook knows that and yet he still declines it.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He smacked my head, not too harsh, not too light. Ow? "Y/n, what did I tell you about refusing dates?" He scolded me, his voice low and cautious. He snuggled into my neck, inhaling my Lavender scent. I sighed. "Babe, you know how I hate date nights..." I softly whispered, looking down at his long, fluffy hair. He looked up from my neck, feeling my gaze. He groaned. "Keep lookin' at me like that and I'll shove my dick up your ass right here."

I smacked his head firmly, earning a dark glare from him. "Enough of that, you horny goat. Just let me go shower, it's been 15 minutes. I stink." I said, getting impatient. Jungkook sneakily squeezed my breast behind me, before quickly rushing out of the bedroom and speeding down the staircase. I scoffed, walking to the bathroom to finally take a hot shower. What a dick in the ass.

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I spotted Jungkook pouring whine into two hourglasses in just his boxers, looking at his veins bulging through his biceps to his hands. Hot as always. He sensed my presence at looked at me from the distance, slowly grinning like a devil. He's checkin' me out, I know. I only wore a satin nightgown, I didn't even bother wearing a bra. It's comfy without one. "Hey sweetheart, you're lookin' delicious tonight?" He playfully commented, placing the wine bottle aside and closing the cap. I blushed. He never fails to make me blush every day.

"Thanks? What's with the wine? I thought we were going out for date night?" I asked, confused. Why was he in his boxers too? I snapped out of my thoughts when he dashed towards me. He's tall, I'm short, one step and I'd be stuffed between his squishy pecs. I look up at his face. Jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes filled with possessiveness. Huh? What did I do? "Jeon fuckin' Y/n, are you saying you'd go out in this fabric? No bra? Nothing except those pretty little panties of yours?" He darkly growled, making me gulp. Ah shit, I forgot he hates that.

"S-sorry baby, I forgot that you don't like it. I-I can change?" I asked, nervous from his piercing stare. "I was going to change it into movie night at home, but looks like we'll just have to wait." He whispered, his hands dipping under my gown, crawling their way up to my naked boobs. I tried not to let a sound out, feeling him pinch my perked nipples. He slowly smiled. Shivers went up my spine.

It was a sadistic smile.

I'm so dead. The last time he smiled at me like that, I couldn't stop my bleeding sex from aching in pain for a month, and worst of all I could barely move my legs. His anger is dangerous. I came out from daydreaming after feeling him grip my body and throw me over his broad shoulder. I yelped, surprised at the sudden move. I didn't even try to get out of his grip, I just looked at the untouched wine from the distance, feeling thirsty.

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"Jungkook, slow down, p-pleas-" I get cut off when he pulls my hair back harshly, fastening his pace. "Shut up, you little whore. Begging won't help, baby, I'll just fasten my pace. You've been such a bad minx, haven't you? Say it!" He growled harshly, slapping his hips with my ass-cheeks, which were probably dark red by now. "I-I've been a bad girl...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...But please, stop-ah!" You scream when he starts fingering my already cum-filled pussy fast, darkly chuckle behind my back while he fastens his pace like never before on my ass.

"Walkin' around with those sweet little tits of yours, nice and bare in just a satin fabric, you think I'd let that slide? Daddy will never let you go like that, you fuckin' slut." He emphasized the last word, making me wetter than I already am. His dirty scolding just makes my eyes roll 360 10 times. "You're really gettin' my dick tonight, in every single hole of yours, including that sweet, tight throat of yours. Gonna get you preggo, gonna make that belly bloat, swell, drip in my cum, oh fuck..." His thrust were getting sloppy, and so were his never-ending fingering.

"You wanna know who you are, Jeon Y/n?" He whispered in the middle of his thrusts. "Y-your wife..?" I nervously stuttered, earning a growl. "Wrong." He gripped my boob and let go of my hair, only to start choking me. Mm, kinky. "Y-your love?" I guess again, only to get slapped in the ass, back to playing with my titties. "Wrong!" I whined, feeling tired. I'm definitely getting pregnant.

"You're, thrust

"Daddy's, thrust

"Little, thrust

"Girl." thrust

#jeon jungkook smut #preggo kink #unprotected sex #romantic

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jjforrealz · 1 month

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Just him.

"Just you, J-J-Jungkook.."

I whimper, holding onto the balcony rail in front of me, the night breeze freezing my skin, not as much as the man behind me, fucking me inhumanly, causing my legs to wobble and my breath heavier.

"So warm, so fucking beautiful, painted in my cum, mmph.."

I practically rolled my eyes back in pleasure, just by his dirty talk that I love, oh, so much.

Not as much as his dick, railing me faster than a flash of thunder.

"J-jungkook...Gonna..C-cum.."

"Mm, you like that? Huh? Like how I'm gonna make you cum? Say that I'm better, better than that fucking man you say you love more. Just look at you, under my control, getting fucked so obediently. Who's better, say it, nice and loud."

"F-fuck, yes! Y-you're better..."

"Better than what, huh? Don't make me mad, pretty."

I could feel myself getting wetter than I already am. I swear I can feel his dark stare behind me, hips meeting mine per second, his hand on my back making me curve my back that he loves so fucking much, my ass redder than a tomato from his slaps-per-minute, one hand pulling my hair back to keep track of my reactions, and my boobs against the cold, glassy yet thin, barrier.

"B-better than my boyfriend, better than anyone, everything, better than my fingers, toys, mmph...Y-you..You're better, mmph..."

Another smack lands on my ass, and his grip got tighter, pace faster, god, I swear he fucks me so good, knows all my spots, perfect with his precision in fucking me, and the way he moans, or in fact, any noise. So perfect.

A dark chuckle echoes from behind, feeling him fasten the pace. Oh. My. God. I don't think I'll make it out alive, he's too fast.

Yet so good. Fuck, I'm gonna cum.

"J-Jungkook, I-I need to-

"Cum? Me too, sugar. C-cum, take me all, ever drop, feel my balls pulsate as I shoot my heavy load into you, mm..."

Fuck, fuck fuck! He's too hot for me, god, why him? He's so fucking perfect, so, so, so fucking perfect. His thighs, his tattoos, his sweaty and muscular body, his piercings--can't forget that lip one--that brings me on my knees, his voice, his sex appeal, his skills--god, all too much for me.

And yet, I'm proud.

Proud he's mine, proud he loves me, proud that we're both like one, proud that I'm the one he loves to fuck, seven days a week.

Every Hour.

Every Minute.

And every, fucking, second.

A wail and a moan echo through the night, the stars shining above me, just like what I'm seeing. My tummy slightly swells and bloats, making me forget that he cums a lot, so much that it drips from my abused sex to the well-waxed marble floor.

Yup.

It's him who I love.

It's him who I want.

It's him who makes me this weak.

It's...

Just him.

"I love you, sugar."

"Mm, me too. Help me clean up."

"Mm."

#jeon jungkook smut

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