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bangtan-dreamland · 4 years

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baby boy

Pairing: jjk x reader

Word count: 4101

Rating: r-18

Warning: smut, temperature play, blindfolding, restraints

Genre: smut, fluff, a very very small amount of angst, established relationship!au

Summary: When your baby boy comes home feeling down, what else is there to do but to pamper him?

AN: Just a PWP featuring the babiest boy Jeon Jungkook~ A big thank you to @btsxdoll (for helping clarify details about temperature play), @lustjoon (reading it over and editing it) and @shadowsremedy (pushing me all the way and giving me a title) for helping me create this!

Also… this is my first smut, but I hope you enjoy it. Dedicated in part to @sombreboy for giving me the inspiration and motivation to start and finish this~

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Jungkook is a wonderful person. He’s sweet, devoted, and he never fails to remember even the most minuscule of details about you, like what chocolates you like best. Not to mention how easy he is on the eyes- dark locks that reach his nape, wide doe eyes that easily captures you in their gaze, a contrast with his body that he definitely maintains by going to the gym. It’s hard not to fall for him when he looks at you like you hung the stars, as though your every word is a holy order that he is eager to obey.

Perhaps that’s why even though he’s younger than you, you’d consented to dating him, braving the opinions and looks of other people who know about your relationship with him. Being with Jungkook feels just right, something you know he also feels as he’s told you so many times now.

Which is why his behaviour to you as he comes home is confusing. You’re on the third chapter of your book, legs stretched over each other as you read when you hear the door slowly open. It’s Jungkook, of course, but considering the way he opens the door is always hurried, excited, it has you immediately wondering if something is up.

The way he goes straight off to your room is your next clue. Jungkook always gives you a hug when he comes home, where after you pull him into a kiss- but this time, he goes to change his clothes first, or so you think- when you come into the bedroom, you find him on the bed, face down. Now you’re definitely sure something is wrong.

You walk over to him, the bed dipping from where you sit down, and you gently brush away the hair that’s fallen on his face. When you look at him, there’s only a neutral look on his face. Still, you can see the way his lips hint at a pout, the way his eyebrows are furrowed the tiniest bit.

“Welcome home, Kook,” you hum.

He barely responds, grunting out an affirmation at your words.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. But Jungkook just shrugs.

“‘M okay,” he finally says after a long while, you staying silent as you wait for him to speak.

“You don’t seem like it though.” You raise an eyebrow at his attitude, and Jungkook’s pout only grows more defined as he huffs and mumbles out an ‘it’s nothing’.

You debate what to do, when an idea pops up in your head. As grumpy as your boyfriend suddenly seemed to be, you know there’s one thing that would always cheer him up.

So you lightly kiss him on his cheek. The effects are immediate- Jungkook’s cheeks darken, but he stays still, as if he hasn’t noticed anything. Your lips twitch in an effort not to smile when you catch him glance at you, then pout minisculely when you catch him. You hum and press another kiss on his cheekbones, higher than before, then another- brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, making him shudder.

“Y/N-noona,” he finally reacts, grumbling out your name, but you catch a glimpse of his face- you giggle at the way Jungkook is fighting back a shy smile. So he’s in that mood, is he, you think. Jungkook denies it, but the two of you know there’s nothing he likes best than to have you smother him with affection, to have you pamper him like the prince that he is to you and worship him and make him feel loved. He always denies it, claiming that he’s not much for physical affection, and in front of his friends he certainly acts like it, but the two of you know better- the fastest way to have him putty in your hands is to overwhelm him with your touch.

You kiss him, again and again, light and airy and teasing, numerous ones that ghost over his skin from his cheeks, to his nose, to his forehead, eyelids, chin- you barely stop yourself from going downwards, basking in the muffled gasps and laughter coming from your boyfriend.

At this point, the two of you are laying down, your form over his. From where you are you have the perfect view of his face- flushed, eyes half-lidded and looking at you with such love and appreciation that it makes your heart swell. You lean in close to teasingly kiss him on the edge of his lips, brushing your own against his after, relishing in the way he instantly chases your kisses… and the pout on his face when you pull away is damningly endearing, making you grin.

“What, baby boy?” You tease him. “Did you want a kiss?”

His pout grows even bigger, making you want to giggle, though you hold yourself back. But he nods, and you raise an eyebrow. “Really? But you ignored me earlier, baby boy. Don’t you think that deserves an apology?” At the sight of the sudden downfall of his expression, you cup his face, keeping him from looking away. “Or at least an explanation. What’s got you so worked up?”

Jungkook gnaws his lip- a nervous habit of his that comes out when he’s not sure what he’s going to say is okay. You hum comfortingly, letting him speak whenever he’s ready. When he does, though, his voice is small and you have to lean in to hear him clearly.

“They called me impatient,” he eventually reveals, the words rushing out of his mouth. “That I was rushing into a relationship with you, moving in, and that eventually we’re going to fight and break up, because of our differences in age. That we’re going to want different things and one day I’d wake up and regret all of this. That one day you’re going to leave me for someone else.”

You’re quiet as he speaks. It’s not exactly a secret that most of the people in Jungkook’s office disapprove of your relationship, what with you being older than him. It isn’t the first time that they’ve spoken about it, too. However, it is the first time they’ve reacted with more than subtle implications, and the sight of the tears forming on Jungkook’s face makes your heart ache. You gently brush away his tears, pulling him into a soft kiss afterwards. I’m here, you want to tell him. I won’t ever leave you.

When the two of you part, Jungkook’s face is flushed, not only from tearing up, but also from your kiss. You chuckle. “I’d tell you not to listen to them, to just block them out,” you start, your voice a murmur. “Although we both know it isn’t that simple. And I’m not good with words either,” you chuckle.

“But I love you. I know I love you,” you repeat, as if to let the message sink in as Jungkook watches you speak. “And no matter what happens, I want you in my future. Even if we fight, I’d do everything in my power to make sure we work it out. Because I can’t imagine me getting old without you,” you tell him, before cracking a smile. “Or older.”

And when you press a final kiss over his eyelids, you feel him shudder before he tugs at you, and you hug him.

“I love you too,” you hear him say. And as you feel his tense form relax under you, you grin, unable to resist kissing him again before pulling away.

“My baby boy is so stressed, huh?” You coo at him, hands trailing over his muscles. “Having to deal with so much trouble at work. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

His eyes widen, and you giggle at the way he eagerly nods.

“Well,” you hum, deliberately drawing out your answer. “I don’t know. Only good boys get rewards. You were so mean to your noona earlier…” Jungkook’s face falls at your response, but you continue. “.. denying me your affection, but I suppose you did have a reason. Still, is that going to continue?”

“N-No,” he quickly replies. “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Will you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him, before smiling. “Alright then. Go take a hot shower first, okay?”

You roll off of him, and the way he almost trips over himself getting over to the bathroom as fast as he can makes you chuckle.

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When Jungkook steps out of the bathroom and back into your shared bedroom, he finds it dimly lit, the only source of light coming from near the bed.

He can recognize the massage candles you bought together on the bedside table, the scent of vanilla gently surrounding the room. The bed is neatly arranged, and he can see rose petals scattered around- his heart swells from how romantic it feels, and knowing that you put in so much effort for him makes him grin silly.

It’s you, sitting beside the bed in nothing but lingerie that makes his dick almost jump in excitement though.

“Jungkook,” his name falls from your lips naturally, a smile on your face as you regard him with fondness in your eyes. When he walks over, you gently tug him onto the bed, and he follows your instructions- at the end of it he is laying down on his stomach, bare- the feel of the cold, satin bed sheets on his body making him shiver. He stays still, awaiting your further words. With his head facing the headboard of the bed, he can’t see you- though he can feel you beside him, hear you pull something from the drawer.

“I thought you might appreciate a massage,” you tell him softly. He keeps quiet, though he can’t help feeling even more excited. “To take away the stress.”

Something smooth touches his shoulder, making him release a small sigh of pleasure. He hears you giggle.

“They said a blindfold would help the massage feel better. Do you want me to put it on you, baby?”

He nods, excited- the two of you have been wanting to experiment for a while now in the bedroom, but with the influx of work the two of you had and your conflicting schedules made it almost impossible to have time to do so. Sensory play, however, has been one of the things he’s been dying to try and you know it.

The sudden light swat you place on his ass makes him jump a little. “Words, baby boy.”

“Y-Yes,” he stammers out, before adding, “please.”

He can hear the pleased grin in your voice as you reply. “Good boy.”

And then the blindfold slips over his eyes, your delicate fingers loosely tying it first, before you tighten it a little. “Tight enough?” You ask.

He hesitates. “A little tighter, maybe,” he mumbles. He feels you adjust it, more securely this time. “Just right.”

You withdraw your fingers then, trailing them over his back before they disappear. Lying down, with his eyes covered, the room being dim more so, he can only rely on his hearing to sense where you are. But you keep quiet, and the anticipation he feels is almost agonizing, waiting for you is a type of torture.

The sudden feel of the oil on his hair makes him twitch, your soft hands spreading the oil making him whimper. He feels so high strung- sensitive to every move you make, to every touch of your hands on his body. The oil being a touch too warm in contrast to the cold air is not helping.

That aside, it’s obvious though that you’ve been taking classes. The way you firmly run your fingers through his scalp in circular motions, before moving your hands over the top, down to the back of his head and onto the nape of his neck is practiced.You repeat the procedure several times, the motions hitting him just right and making him relax as time passes by.

You work your way through his body- releasing the knots in his shoulders and back, releasing tension from his arms, hands, down to his legs and then his feet- and by the end of it, he feels so relaxed, light, putty in your hands as you work your magic on him. You press your fingers to his skin with just the perfect amount of pressure and it’s addicting in a different way than it normally is- he can’t think of anything else.

So much so, that when you tell him to flip over he complies without a second thought- and the feel of your fingers ghosting over his nipple makes him jerk with a gasp. He feels you swat him again, but this time on the inner part of his thighs, near his dick- which twitches at the hint of attention.

“Uh-uh, I thought you wanted to be obedient for me?” You warn him. He shudders at the tone in your voice.

“I-I am,” he mumbles. He hears you hum- even when he opens his eyes again he can’t see your face, the blindfold preventing him from doing so. Therefore, he can’t tell what expression you have on your face now, whether it’s with mischief, disapproval, or amusement.

“Then keep quiet,” you tell him, chiding. “Be a good boy and let me finish my massage. How can I continue if you keep moving, hm?”

“I’m sorry,” he says. He feels another swat to his inner thigh, on the opposite side and he feels himself tense again, the touch too teasingly close for him to not react.

“Sorry, what?” You ask him, tone low. “Have you forgotten your manners, baby? If this keeps up, maybe I should tie you to make sure you don’t move.”

Your words only spur his thoughts into overdrive, and he has no doubt that even with the dim light in the room, you can see him flush. The sound of your giggles fills the air a second later.

“You like the sound of that, do you?” You tease him, lightly drawing the end of something soft and smooth against his skin- he shudders.

“Y-Yes, I do, noona. I’m sorry for earlier-” he gasps out as you trail the cloth below his navel, just before his dick. “P-Please, I think- I think you should tie me up.”

“Do you,” you hum. He nods, eagerly.

“S-So I don’t move,” he reasons. “Just want- want to be the best boy- for you.”

The approval in your voice when you speak next makes him giddy. “Alright then. Remember, this is so you don’t move.”

Still blindfolded, the sensation of the cloth- silk, he determines- as you loop it against his wrists feels too good, especially when you hum and teasingly let your hands linger on his skin as you tie him to the bedposts. All throughout the process Jungkook only squirms a little, doing his best to keep still.

When you finish, he can hear the lovestruck awe in your voice, filling him with pride. “So, so pretty,” you mumble. He flushes- he can feel you smile as you kiss him lightly before pulling away. Still, he barely holds himself back from chasing your lips. The feel of the silk on his wrists reminds him too.

“What are our safe words?” You ask him, not touching him yet- though for him, every second passing without your touch is making him feel more aroused.

“Green for go,” he starts. “Yellow for maybe, red for stop.”

“Good boy,” you praise him again. “Remember, if you’re not telling me your safe word, I don’t want to hear a sound.”

A beat passes- and then the oil drops on his body again.

This time, though, it’s different- Jungkook gasps as the oil that lands on his skin is hotter than before, though not too much that it hurts. No, it’s just right- and the contrast between the cold air and the hot oil is almost too much. Every part of him feels so sensitive, added with the fact that he’s blindfolded, and his wrists are tied. He can barely hold himself back from moaning, small whimpers and groans leaving.

Your touches are a different type of confident too. Where before it’s practiced procedures, this time around your touches on his body are light, teasing- you spread the oil on his body, fingers splayed, running them over his chest, and each time the oil lands on his skin he gasps a little, small whimpers leaving him, until a finger lightly scratches his nipple. He almost jerks at that, but he hears no giggle from you- only his nipple twisted a little firmly in response. He stills, hearing the warning as it is.

“I’ll make you shut up myself if you’re not obedient,” you tell him, tone admonishing, but it only spurs him to let out a louder moan. You still, and for a moment he holds his breath-

But then you reach over and, prying open his mouth, stuff something in it. It’s satin, damp and he can taste something familiar-

Jungkook whimpers when he recognizes your panties in his mouth. They’re wet with your arousal, and he almost sucks them dry, moaning again at the taste of you on his mouth.

“I guess that was more a reward than a punishment, huh?” You chuckle, but it’s laced with restrained lust. “Clench your fist two times if you want me to stop,” you tell him. “Since you can’t speak.”

You then continue to glide your fingers over his body, the oil making your hands slide smoothly, hands on his arms now, when he feels you shift- and all of a sudden, he has to stop himself from bucking up when he feels your thighs on either side of his legs. He can feel your soft entrance rub against his hard member- he barely stops himself from letting out a whimper. The breathy groan that leaves you makes him shudder in turn, especially with the feel of your juices around his dick. All it could take was a small adjustment- and he’d be inside you, but you haven’t given him permission. It’s almost torture, feeling you so close but not getting to actually feel you.

When you continue spreading the oil, your movements are stuttered, hurried- as if you would just like to get it done and over with. Every small shift of your body teases you both down there, your cunt ghosting light touches over his dick, a few times pressing down on it- but never more than that. Each time he has to stop himself from moving, but with every passing moment he feels more and more desperate. It doesn’t help that he can’t touch you, restrained as he is.

He hears you release a whimper of your own when you finish. The area where your parts are touching each other are drenched in your combined juices, although you’ve barely touched each other- he faintly thinks it’ll be hard to clean that part later. The thought dissolves in his mind when you speak again.

“How messy,” you sigh, and he can hear the frown in your voice. You caress his face then, the loving touch making him feel warm. “Baby, do you want to help clean up your noona?”

He nods quickly, eagerly- and then the panty is gently removed from his mouth. He feels you adjust your position on the bed, the mattress dipping low near his shoulders as he smells your arousal.

And then- heaven. You lower your cunt on his face, and Jungkook wastes no time eating you out, his tongue dipping in and out of your folds as he greedily lapped up your juices. The only sounds filling his ears were that of you sighing, moaning- making him even more determined to get you off the edge.

He harshly thrusts his tongue into you, sucking your clit afterwards as he circled your nub, just the way he remembers you like it- you let out a sharp whimper as you almost smother him, grinding against his mouth- the quiver in your legs alerting him to your near orgasm. He alternates his attention between your cunt to your clit, and with a sharp flicker of his tongue-

You collapse on him, Jungkook only drinking your release with the drive of a man possessed. Slurping sounds fill the room as you ride out your orgasm, and as your legs finally stop shaking, when you move away from his face his jaw and his mouth are still covered in your juice. He licks them up, tongue darting out to taste as much as he can, and he hears you groan.

“Such a good boy,” you rasp out, lust heavy in your voice. “Making your noona come. What reward do you want, hm?”

“Please,” is all he can say, unable to think straight. “Please… wanna feel you,” he gasps out.

The moan he hears from you tells him he’s made the right choice, but he doesn’t stop there.

“W-Wanna see you, too,” he begs. You pause from where you’d already started moving, and for a moment he fears he’s made too much of a request, but then you chuckle and the blindfold is removed from his eyes.

Beautiful.

That’s all he can think of when he sees you, your hair messy, the lingerie still remaining on your chest but not below. The sight of your body never fails to turn him on, his dick becoming increasingly, painfully hard. Still, it’s the way you look at him that makes him feel like putty- the love and dedication he can see, the way there’s only him reflected back in your eyes.

And then you lower yourself on him and he swears he’s reached nirvana.

The way his dick feels inside your walls, connected to you- it’s a type of heaven that keeps him addicted, with how you squeeze around him, making him fall apart more and more.

The noises that leave you while you ride him is nothing short of holy, whimpers and broken moans resounding through the air as you clutch at his arms so tightly he has no doubt you’ll leave marks there. Back and forth, you grind yourself on him, chasing your orgasm insistently, bringing him along- and then you draw in close to kiss him harshly, your tongue relentless as it explores every part of his mouth, your cold satin lingerie rubbing against his warm chest, before you leave a trail of hickeys around his neck- the contrasting pain and pleasure, not to mention the teasing from before almost making him come-

He feels you bite down hard, your words almost a hiss as it leaves your lips. “Not yet,” you reprimand him. “Together.”

And then you change your position, sitting up again and bouncing on his cock- the pleasure almost too much for him, making him tear up-

“P-P-Please,” he chokes out, even as he chases your heat, eager to please you, restraining himself from coming. “Please, please, please-”

One particular thrust and he feels you clamp down hard on him, his name leaving your lips in a shrill cry as you collapse on him. Jungkook himself comes, his cum filling up your walls in long spurts, so much so that even with his cock still inside you, he can feel a little start to dribble out already.

You remain on top of him, bodies slick with sweat, the two of you breathing for a moment- and then he feels you brush your hands across his cheeks, the tears he had been unaware blocking his vision falling away.

There’s a lovestruck look on your face that makes him melt, especially when you run your fingers through his hair and pull him into a soft, lingering kiss. In contrast to the previous kiss it is almost lazy, light and playful.

“You did amazing,” you tell him, softly smiling. “I love you, Jungkook.”

Your eyes are full of sincerity and love- and the way you speak his name, it makes him tear up again, though you chuckle and only cup his face, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones and wiping his tears away again.

“Everyday I’m thankful that I have you,” you continue. “If I have to tell you everyday, every moment that we’re together, then I will. And if it takes forever to convince you that, then I’m happy to stay with you forever.”

“Forever,” he hums, starting to feel sleepy now that he’s feeling relaxed and content, his heart full of you. “I’d love that.”

“Forever it is, then,” he hears you chuckle, before he falls asleep.

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